#00. ✧ query.

[mostlyyourlysander]

would you like to go hang with someone tonight?

Like who? And... I am not sure, I have a busy night ahead of me.

[jinnie-ret]

skz and 9th member reader doing one of the period pain simulator things and reader being completely fine while the boys are Suffering. them realising how bad the period pains are and how the reader just gets on with schedules and dance practice and gym while in immense pain and the boys are just like :00

period pains

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

genre: fluff

content warnings: none

word count: 0.9k (exactly!)

summary: you're keen to see the boys reactions to what you go through every month.

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You didn't mean to make such a dramatic exit when you ran out of the practice room to the toilets, but a girl's gotta go, especially when she's on her period. You didn't want to risk bleeding through your grey joggers that you wore.

Just as you exited the toilets, you had a worried Felix waiting for you.

"Y/Nnie, are you ok? Are you sick?" he frowned, a crease between his brows as he hoped you were not feeling under the weather.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just, you know girl things," you tried to hint, yet he didn't seem to get it straight away, which surprised you, considering he had two sisters.

"Girl things?" he wondered out loud.

"Gosh do I have to spell it out? I've just got some cramps at the moment, I'm on my period," you sighed and rolled your eyes at him, jokingly of course.

"Ohhhhhh..."

"Yeah, now come on, let's get back to practice," you started walking, not turning around to see if he followed or not.

"You sure you're up for it? You can take a break if you need!" Felix wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you walked back into the practice room.

"Felix, I love you, but, I'll be fine haha, I've done this plenty of times before. If I really need to, then of course, I'll take a break, ok?" you couldn't help but smile at his caring attitude towards you.

"Oh, is it that time?" Chan asked as soon as you walked in, overhearing part of your conversation.

"Haha, yes, what gave it away?" you laughed in disbelief at how he could have possibly known.

"The emergency crisps in your bag kinda said it all," Chan lightly chuckled.

Oh.

Makes sense.

"Y/N, do you need painkillers? A hot water bottle?!" Han came up to you, treating you like you were a fragile doll.

"I've taken some painkillers already, it's fine, let's just continue with practice, yeah?" you patted his head to calm him down. What was it with these boys?

"Are you sure you can manage?" Hyunjin warily asked.

"I'm sure. You guys don't need to baby me, let's just continue," you laughed as you shook your head, getting back into position. You didn't miss their obvious glances at you, and whilst a part of you felt warm, another part was wondering how bad they truly thought periods were.

It didn't take long for your queries to be answered. In a special episode of SKZ Code, the boys were all simultaneously being hooked up to period pain simulator machines, which you were keen to see their reactions to.

"I bet I won't even flinch," Changbin smirked as he folded his arms.

"Surely it can't be that bad?" Jeongin thought out loud.

"If you don't think it's that bad, why do you always baby me when I'm on my period, hmmm?" you raised a brow at them. It made quite the moment for the episode, stays thinking you looked very cool in this moment with your blunt attitude.

"Well, you know, it's because..." Seungmin trailed off.

"We see how emotional you can get sometimes but you're an emotional person anyways," Lee Know shrugged.

"Then I bet Chan will be crying by the end of this," you teased your sensitive leader.

"Hey! I have a sister, I know that this will be painful, trust me," Chan held up his hands.

"I think I'll be fine," Han nodded confidently.

"Interesting..." you simply commented back, before the staff pressed the on buttons on the patches that were placed upon their abdomens and you could see the discomfort on their faces straight away.

"This isn't too bad..." Hyunjin's nose scrunched slightly.

"Oh, they're just going easy on you," you said smugly, before the intensity was raised and they started groaning, some of them (Felix, Changbin, Jeongin) started curling into themselves from the pain.

"I don't think I can go on like this," Han dramatically whined as he thrashed about suddenly and whacked Lee Know in the face.

"Yah! Just because you have a low pain tolerance!" Lee Know mumbled grumpily through gritted teeth.

"This feels a bit sadistic, Y/Nnie," Seungmin winced as he watched you smirk.

"Well this is right up your street then," you laughed at him.

"I don't know how girls do this," Changbin whimpered from the ground. Even with his jutdwae he couldn't contain or control his emotions.

"Isn't that enough yet?" Chan looked pleadingly towards the staff who finally turned off the machines, causing all members to relax and sigh in relief.

"Not as easy as you think, is it?" you sat comfortably, one leg crossed over the other.

"I'm so glad I don't have to go through that, let alone do it every month," Jeongin said as his body went lax across a sofa.

"Think how I felt, mine started when I was 12," you revealed, something you would never have needed to but you thought it would be interesting to see their reactions to it considering the situation you were in right now.

"12?! When I was 12 I had barely began auditioning for JYP..." Chan gasped.

"And now look at you, you're an old man," Seungmin casually commented after, leaving all of you in hysterics.

It was a perfect ending to an unexpected segment of a SKZ Code episode, and stays loved it.

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[bunnliix]

When Eight Becomes Nine - Chapter Twelve

I managed to get through another chapter of this fic hehe. This is just a cute lil chapter because we all need the fluff in our lives, especially myself. <3

Pairing: Ateez x 9th member!reader  Summary: Y/n has her realization about what's happening now, and has a talk with Jongho about his actions. wc: 2.8k AU: a/b/o  Genre: Fluff/Angst  warnings: playflighting, yelling, referencing last chapter's events without much detail, jokes about being hurt, mentions of discrimation and hate against omegas, self-doubt, crying, I think that's it? masterlist

Wooyoung’s laugh broke the silence that followed y/n’s realization. He couldn’t believe that it took y/n this long to realize what they had said back in the conference room. His laughter provoked the others into joining, to which they got yelled at by the subject of their laughter.

“HEY! Don’t laugh at me, there’s been a lot going on, okay? You try being in my shoes today and having this all happen to you and see how you react, huh?” She argued, only to make them laugh even further.

You- You really didn’t realize until now?” Wooyoung questioned her, his words being interrupted by his laughter.

“Obviously not, idiot.” She fired back at the idol, who jokingly reached over to try and grab her.

Seonghwa gripped the back of Wooyoung’s top, stopping the younger idol from reaching her. “No fighting. We just left a fight, we’re not starting another one.”

The restrained idol pouted and whined at Seonghwa. “It’s not like it’s a real fight, I was just gonna play around a bit.”

“And I think we’ve had enough excitement for the day, Youngie.” Seonghwa reasoned, and the other man continued to pout, and instead turned to tackle the pack omega, starting a little omega fight while they others watched.

Eventually the other younger members joined in, while Yunho and Hongjoong had moved a bit farther away to discuss something, leaving Jongho and y/n the only two left to their own devices. Y/n decided that this was a great time to get to know the fellow ‘00 liner better. They really hadn’t talked much since she arrived here, as she had been pulled this way and that by the other members. She scooted a bit closer to the maknae, leaving a bit of distance still, so that he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable.

Jongho turned to look at her, “Hi,” he greeted her, “I hope this day hasn’t been too much on you.”

“It could have been worse, y’know. I could have gotten hurt, but I didn’t,” y/n tried to joke, but it fell flat when Jongho didn’t find her words funny.

“You found out that the one person you trusted in that group, was out to hurt you. I think that counts as getting hurt.” Jongho stated, looking decidedly unamused at her attempts to joke. “You know it’s okay to feel hurt about it, and to mourn the loss of a friendship, right?”

“I know. I’m still processing it now, and I’ll come to terms with it.” The omega explained, looking down at her lap.

“Good. Otherwise, it was a bit of a waste to tackle him.” Jongho commented.

That made her think for a minute. Why exactly did Jongho decide to tackle Aaron? All he would have had to do was get the attention of the others, not tackle the man. She fell silent for a moment, and the silence worried the singer next to her.

“Why did you tackle him?” She asked him, breaking the silence.

“What?” Jongho said, not expecting the question.

“Why did you tackle Aaron? How did you even hear what he said over the yelling? We’ve barely interacted, why would you potentially get yourself hurt, over someone like him?” She queried, curious as to how he would answer.

Jongho didn’t think, answering right away. “He was being an absolute asshole, and I had to protect you from that, from him. I’ve seen how other subgenders’ treat omegas, and I’ve seen firsthand the effects of it. Seonghwa and Wooyoung-hyung have dealt with more than their fair share of discrimination and hate, simply for being omegas. I may not know you that well yet, but it seems that the rest of my pack is set on you, and so I think it’s time we get to know each other better. It may be an interesting way to start off a friendship, but I wouldn’t change my actions. His words and actions were despicable. And they’re not acceptable in today’s society, let alone in Ateez.”

Y/n’s eyes started to water as she listened to the maknae’s words, not expecting this answer. She didn’t realize that while getting lost in the idol’s words that her scent was getting stronger, the scent of fresh flowers fading into something much more subtle. One that could almost be described as wilting flowers, if they had a scent.

“What do you all see in me? I’m just me. I’m someone that none of you wanted in your group, and I’ve barely interacted with most of you besides Wooyoung and maybe Seonghwa and Hongjoong.” She asked him, unknowingly garnering the attention of the others, having heard their names.

“I see someone who doesn’t give up when they struggle. Someone who enjoys dancing and performing, just like we do.” Yunho chimed in, making y/n realize she had caught the attention of the others.

“Yunho’s right. You’re talented y/n. I may not have heard you sing yet, but on performance alone, you strive to get better and perform to the best of your ability. Sure, you need to work on stamina and a few other things, but Yunho and I have seen how determined you are. Y’know, Yunho commented that he sees me in you, in how you look after finishing a run through.” San further cemented his fellow dancer’s words.

She looked up at the two of them, who both smiled kindly back down at her, which made her tear up further. To hear those words from idols she’s admired and watched for so long, it made her efforts feel worth it. She felt like she could die happy in that moment, and she was so grateful to be here and have these experiences with the men surrounding her.

“You have such a kind heart, y/n. Your personality is what I see in you. Sure, talent and the ability to be an idol is important, but it’s also important to be sure of who you are, and to be kind. Fans can sense when we’re not being truthful, and I know that you have been nothing but honest around us and the others. So I think you’d fit in well as a member of Ateez.” Seonghwa stated, smiling softly down at her, before he moved to sit in front of her.

“Everyone is right, you know,” Hongjoong said, moving to sit behind Seonghwa, as he looked at her, “You’re an amazing person, and you’re a great singer. I trust our dancers to know where you’re at dancing skill wise, and based on what I just heard, that’s basically glowing praise from those two. You have been nothing but graceful and kind, and I find myself drawn to you, and I know Seonghwa and Wooyoung would be very unhappy if I let you go. So, will you trust our judgement and become the ninth member of Ateez?”

Y/n looked up at him, so many emotions clearly showing on her face. A tear trailed down her face as she processed all of their answers, and she could see her vision blur as tears welled up in her eyes. San came to sit next to her, wrapping an arm around the omega’s shoulders but loose enough if she wanted to pull away if it was too much for her. The comfort was welcomed as the younger omega leaned into the beta’s side, looking around at the seven members who had moved to sit in front and to the side of her, gentle smiles from each of them directed at her.

“You all really want me to be a member of Ateez?” She asked, her voice soft with an undertone of disbelief.

“Of course.” Seonghwa reassured her.

Y/n looked at Hongjoong, and nodded, “Then yes, I’ll trust your judgement and become your ninth member.” She said simply.

The room burst into a cacophony of noise at her words, and San pulls her closer in a side hug before Wooyoung swoops in on her other side, pushing Jongho away so he could sit right next to her. “Baby omega~,” Wooyoung crooned, “You’re really gonna be one of us!” He shouted, almost directly into her ear as she cringed away from him and into San, who scolded his fellow ‘99 liner for how loud he was being.

Someone reached out and grabbed her hands, and when she looked to see who it was, she found two people instead. Mingi and Yunho had both grabbed one of her hands, and she found herself smiling at them, and lightly squeezing their hands in silent thanks for everything they had done. Yunho had been a great help while perfecting their choreography, and while in the moment she had protested it, she was very thankful for Mingi’s help the previous day.

“Thank you both, so much.” She said, her voice so soft that the two had to strain their ears to hear her.

“You never need to thank us. We’ll always be by your side, and if you get better, then Ateez gets better, hmm?” Mingi told her, chuckling at the end, as Yunho nodded in agreement to his best friend and packmate’s words.

Y/n pulled out of Woosan’s hold to launch herself at the taller men, who caught her and hugged her as she struggled to hug them both at the same time. As the three hugged, she realized that holy fuck she would be spending however long Ateez existed with these men, and how that didn’t feel real, but she knew it had to be because she could feel the two bodies surrounding her. She felt so happy and the others smiled as her scent changed to reflect her feelings as Yeosang moved in to ruffle her hair as she let out a whine at the alpha messing up her hair. 

“Don’t do that!” She whined as she pulled a hand away from hugging the duo in front of her to rearrange her hair back to how it was before.

She heard her name called and she looked to find that it was Jongho who had called out to her. When he saw that she was looking at him, he nodded his head and smiled, before pointing to something to the other side of her. She smiled back at him before looking to find Seonghwa and Hongjoong watching all of them with big smiles on their faces and looks of fondness for the six men surrounding her. She moved out of Yunho and Mingi’s hold and got up, heading over to the two eldest and leaders of the Ateez pack.

“Why are you two over here by yourselves?” She asked them.

“Does there have to be a reason?” Seonghwa asked her in return.

“Of course there does.” She fired back.

“Can’t we just observe our members having fun and enjoying themselves?” Hongjoong interrupted.

“No, because you two need to join in too.” She said, getting a bit fired up at the two not joining in on the happy moment.

“Someone is a bit insistent, aren’t you?” Seonghwa said, chuckling.

Y/n gave up on trying to convince them to join the other six, grabbing the pair’s hands and tugging the two behind her as they let themselves be pulled along, not minding in the least. She made the two sit down before she would sit down, eventually being pulled down herself to sit in between the two. 

“So now we can have trios!” Wooyoung broke the silence, making the others laugh.

“Yes Wooyoung-ah, we can have trios. Not that we wouldn’t have had them already, in the upcoming album.” Hongjoong pointed out to the younger man, who pouted at being reminded of that fact.

“Trios?” The newest member questioned, looking at the captain.

“Wooyoung, San and Yeosang are doing a trio for their unit song in the upcoming album, which we need to get you on, but that’s a discussion for tomorrow. Today we’ll just celebrate you becoming our newest member.” Hongjoong explained.

“Yes! We’re celebrating you today! Our newest member and my baby omega!” Wooyoung shouted, getting slapped on both shoulders by San and Jongho, who had gotten the lion’s share of his shouting. This made the omega pout, and then was promptly tackled by San. The others laughed at their shenanigans, and it made y/n feel right at home here with them as she laughed along with them.

“Are you ready to deal with this craziness every day?” She heard, looking to find that Hongjoong was the source of the question. Before she could answer, Seonghwa moved away from the duo to police the roughhousing that had started.

“Probably not, but I don’t think I have a choice now, do I?” She replied, to which he shook his head.

“No, you don’t,” He said, pausing for a moment before speaking again, “Thank you for giving me a second chance after what I did that first day.”

“Of course, Hongjoong-oppa. You meant your apology, so I had no reason not to give you another chance. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here right now. And I should be thanking you for giving me a chance, for taking me in as part of your group.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that. Your actions last night helped cement that you fit in with us, in a way that makes me think that you were meant for Ateez.” Hongjoong said, looking down at her with more emotions in his eyes than y/n could discern. She could see that adoration that he usually reserved for his members, and it was hard for her to reconcile the idea that he’d look at her this way too, because she was one of his members now. But she knew she’d come to terms with all of this, though it might take a while.

Hongjoong saw the wonder in her eyes and disbelief, which he understood, and he wouldn’t fault her for feeling that way, when he’s felt the same way before. He reached out to wrap an arm around her shoulders, like San had done not long before, as he felt her do the same, albeit her arm was around his waist instead. Checking to see that no one was looking, he leaned his head on hers, and out of instinct with his two omegas, kissed the top of her head without thinking about it, leaving y/n to be surprised and feel her cheeks heating up at his actions.

“You two are getting cozy together again,” Seonghwa commented, his voice soft, as he sat back down next to the two.

Hongjoong pulled away from her, glaring halfheartedly at his pack omega. The omega only chuckled in response, not deeming there to be a need to respond verbally. The arm that was around her shoulders reached over to lightly shove the omega sitting next to her, making her giggle.

“So, sweetheart, what do you want to do today? It’s your decision.” Seonghwa asked, turning himself to look at her.

She hummed, not exactly sure what she wanted to do, plus the fact that she hadn’t exactly gotten a chance to go out and explore Seoul, so she didn’t know what there was to do, besides the obvious things.

“I don’t know?” She replied to the older man, “I haven’t gotten a chance to explore Seoul, as I think you might be aware of? So I don’t really know what there is to do around here?” She answered, her voice uncertain.

“We can always pick a few of our favorite things to show you? Would that be something you’d be interested in doing?” Yunho butted into the conversation, making the three look over to find that he had abandoned the other’s play fighting.

“That would be good. It makes it a little easier on me, than trying to figure out what there is to do, and I can get to know each of you a bit better that way too.” She said, nodding and smiling at the third-eldest.

“Then we’ll do that.” Hongjoong decided as he pulled away from y/n, who let out an almost inaudible whine in response to the alpha leaving her side, before being embarrassed at her reaction.

While Hongjoong went to corral the others, Seonghwa and Yunho discussed their favorite places and activities with y/n, providing her some options on what to do today. It was a little overwhelming, but she knew that they wouldn’t push her into doing too many things.

Once everyone was corralled over to where y/n and the others were sitting, they immediately launched into a discussion. Some were more enthusiastic than others, but in the end, they had created a list that featured almost one place or activity from every member. They had decided to start with whatever was farthest from KQ and work their way back to the company. This was also all done without the permission of their managers or the company, but they could care less about that.

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Grayskull

William came hurtling through their bedroom door and threw himself onto the top of the covers, breathing hard, his eyes so wide Scully could see all of his sclera. It was early, the light behind the bedroom curtains thin and milky. Mulder had gotten up at 5:00, and she had just heard the shower shut off, could hear the squeaky slide of the squeegee across the glass shower door. It had taken a while, but she had trained him well. 

“Is Daddy gone yet?” William panted, the last word of his query coming out on a pubertal crack. 

He hadn’t called Mulder ‘Daddy’ since he was six.

Scully scooted herself up to sit against the headboard. 

“What?” she asked, awake, but not as alert as she would be after her first cup of coffee. 

“Dad,” William said again, his face pleading. “Has he left yet?“

“Have I what yet?” came Mulder’s voice from the en-suite doorway, tucking in the top of the towel he’d wrapped around his waist. 

“Dad!” William said, rolling awkwardly off the bed and then throwing his substantial thirteen-year-old frame against his father’s still-damp chest. 

Mulder wrapped his arms around the boy and threw Scully a questioning look. She gave him a mystified one back, shaking her head. 

“Will?” Mulder said a moment later, trying to pull back from his son’s death grip to get a look at his face. “What’s going on, bud?” 

“I had a,” the boy paused briefly to swallow, and finally lifted his eyes to look up at his father. “I had a dream,” he said. “That you got killed. On your trip.”

Sweet boy , thought Scully. 

Mulder shot a look toward the packed suitcase that waited by the bedroom door. He had a flight out of Dulles in three hours. 

“It’s okay,” Mulder said softly, rubbing the felty softness of his son’s back.

Scully gave him a ‘come here’ gesture, and Mulder started walking his son backwards toward his mother’s side of the bed. 

“Why don’t we sit down,” he said. Scully shifted in the bed to make room for the two of them to sit. The bed dipped under their weight, and Mulder raked a handthrough his still-wet hair. Scully reached out and put her hand on William’s shoulder. 

“It was just a dream, sweetie,” she said. 

“It wasn’t, though,” William said, glancing at the suitcase. 

“It wasn’t a dream?” Scully asked softly. She could feel the boy’s heart pounding against her hand. 

“It was a dream,” William said. “But it wasn’t.” 

He looked pleadingly at Scully, who was struggling to understand. 

“What do you mean, Will?” Mulder asked. 

William turned back to his father. He took a deep breath in. 

“You can’t go on this trip, Dad. You’ll die.”

A coldness spread through Scully’s abdomen. 

“You’re having a premonition?” Mulder asked gently, bending his head down to try to look at his son from his own eye level. 

“Define ‘premonition,’” Will said. 

“A strong feeling that something will happen,” Mulder said. “Especially something unpleasant.”

“It’s more than that,” said Will. “It’s more than a feeling.”

The sun was coming up, slowly brightening the room. 

“Grayskull?” Mulder asked, their codeword for William’s powers. He’d come up with it at age seven, after watching an old He-Man cartoon. Elated by the idea of Prince Adam’s powerful alter-ego, he’d shouted “By the power of Grayskull!” and proceeded to lift the coffee table three feet off the ground with his mind. Scully, surprised and afraid and still managing to hold onto some semblance of parental authority, had bleated “No Grayskull in the house!” and a codeword was born. 

“Grayskull,” William confirmed. 

Mulder exchanged a look with Scully over their son’s head. “You’re sure?” he asked the boy. 

William nodded pointedly. 

In the kitchen, the coffee maker turned on and the sweet smell of roasted beans drifted into the bedroom. The three of them sat in silence for a moment before Mulder ran a hand thoughtfully over his chin. 

“What will happen?” he asked. “If I go?”

William ran his palms over his knees a couple of times, staring down at the floor. 

“The arrest goes bad,” he finally said. “The guy you’re going after, he has a gun. Hidden. Up by his neck. When he’s ordered to put his hands behind his head, you and the other agent–the one with curly hair and the gap between his teeth?”

Mulder’s Adam's apple bobbed. William had never met any member of the Violent Crimes task force that his father was currently assigned to. 

“Jacoby,” Mulder said. 

“Him,” William said sadly. “When you and him go forward to frisk and cuff him, he draws on you.”

Scully could feel the blood drain from her face. Her eyes bore holes in the side of Mulder’s head, but he was focused on his son.

“Don’t get on the plane, Dad.”

The boy had shown an aptitude for both telepathy and telekinesis–amongst other alarming capabilities, but this was something new. 

“I’m going to call Skinner,” Mulder said. “Let’s…Let’s huddle up in the kitchen in a little bit. We’ll…figure this out.”

Scully finally caught Mulder’s eye and he nodded at her. 

“Why don’t you go brush your teeth,” Scully said to her son as Mulder rose from the bed and grabbed the cell phone sitting on his bedside table. William watched as he closed himself into the bathroom. 

“He can’t go, Mom,” the boy said, standing. The flannel pajama pants he was wearing were faded, and his ankles were slowly creeping farther and farther below the cuff. “You can’t let him.” 

Scully pulled her lips in between her teeth and gave her son a small nod. He drifted out of the bedroom and down the hallway. 

Following him a moment later, Scully rose and shut the bedroom door. After a few minutes, Mulder emerged from the bathroom with the cell phone in his hands. 

“I told Skinner something came up and I couldn’t make the trip.”

He pulled the towel off of his waist and stepped into a dark pair of boxer briefs. 

“Good,” Scully said. Mulder gave her a surprised look. 

“What?” she said, hugging her arms to her body. “I know this is usually the part where I tell you that precognition violates the principle of antecedence, and that an effect cannot occur before its cause. But I’m relieved as hell that you’re not going.”

Mulder lowered himself to sit on the bed. “And here I had an argument all prepared.” He reached down and spun the platinum wedding band he wore around his finger a few times. “Precognitive phenomena,” he said, a little awe in his voice. “Christ.”

“What did Skinner say? Did you tell him it was Grayskull?”

“I did. And not much. He reminded me that it wasn’t his op and that I’d have to make my excuses to the Deputy Director, but that he’d smooth things over.”

“Josephson’s Method for verifying precognitive dreams necessitates a complete blackout. Your talking to Skinner may have negated our ability to collect scientific evidence. Procedurally, a dream or vision can only be identified as precognitive after the putative event has taken place.” She had, almost against her will, become something of a renowned expert in paraphsycology over the course of the last several years. 

“Fuck the data collection,” Mulder said. “It’s not like we’d try to publish. Anyway, Jacoby’s got a new baby at home, I’m calling the SAC with a request to cancel the op.”

“Think you can convince him?”

“Her.”

“My question stands.”

Mulder rubbed a hand over his eyes tiredly. “She’s ambitious. My guess is no.”

He reached again for the phone. 

“I’ll get our guy started on breakfast,” Scully said, sliding her feet into slippers and closing the door softly behind her. 

When Mulder joined them later in the kitchen, Scully handed him a steaming mug and raised her eyebrows in question. Mulder shook his head. 

From the small kitchen table came William’s voice. 

“Call Jacoby. Tell him to be careful.”

***

Two evenings later, Skinner showed up at their door in his jacket and tie, overcoat billowing in the wind. Scully opened the door wide to admit him. 

“I can’t stay,” he said, ducking under the lintel.

“Hey Uncle Walt,” called out Will, who was on the couch relacing a baseball mitt. 

“Heads up, kid,” Skinner said and tossed a small box covered in gift wrap over the back of the couch. Scully thought it hovered in the air maybe a second too long before her son dropped the mitt to the couch and grabbed it.

“It’s not my birthday,” the boy said, looking up. 

“It’s a thank you gift,” Skinner said gruffly. 

William tore open the paper. 

“Is this the new Assassin’s Creed?” he asked the older man, his tone one of exhilaration. 

Skinner nodded. 

“Can I?” William asked his mother, practically vibrating with excitement. 

“Go ahead,” Scully said. Before she even finished talking, the boy was halfway up the stairs. 

Mulder had made his way over to the entryway. “The Op?” he asked the second he heard William’s bedroom door close. 

Skinner turned to him. “Went down.”

“And?” 

“He was right,” Skinner nodded toward where William had disappeared up the steps. “Holschu had a gun. Newfangled holster at the base of his neck. It was a shitshow.”

“Anybody get hurt?”

“Holschu’s dead. Jacoby got hit.”

Mulder and Scully shared a look. 

“How bad?” 

“He took your warning seriously,” Skinner said, turning toward the door. “He’s going to be okay.”

Scully reached out and squeezed Mulder’s hand. 

Skinner paused in the doorway. “Grayskull,” he said, and Mulder and Scully looked at him intently. 

“You keep a tight lid on this one,” their former boss went on, his voice weary. “Rumors turn into whispers.” He smoothed his tie with his left hand. “And a lot of people are listening.”

[todayontumblr]

Tuesday, November 28.

Saltburn. *spoilers*

It might get weird. And why might it get weird, exactly? Well, that's easy-peasy. Saltburn is here. If you're into the films of Emerald Fennell, black comedy psychological thrillers, Barry Keoghan, dark academia, British 00s culture, Parasite-esque tales of the lower classes infiltrating the upper echelons, Jacob Elordi, prestigious universities, the Pet Shop Boys, eccentric families and the estates of the British landed gentry, and bathtubs, then, chances are, it might just be for you. And it might just get weird. 

And if that all sounds good, then you will be delighted to know it gets better. We have done a little Answer Time with Saltburn writer and director Emerald Fennell, who has answered some of your burning questions. If you would like to learn about her process of creating the characters, the inspo for the film's look and aesthetic feel, or if your question is simply girl, what the f*ck?, then you can get the answer to all those queries and more right here. 

And it gets better still. You can find a steamier, sweatier cut of the interview here. Oh la la.

[simdertalia]

🌙 🎃 ACNH Halloween Set 🎃🌙

Sims 4, Base game compatible. 50 items

It's that time of year! It's currently almost 1:00 AM October 1st for me, I'm so excited about this set so here it is! As usual, all original swatches included with some extras added by me! The extra swatches for the dead trees were inspired by the bonus material for The Hobbit, where they showed the set design for Mirkwood ☺️💗 I hope you enjoy!

Always suggested: bb.objects ON, it makes placing items much easier. For further placement tweaking, check out the TOOL mod.

Use the scale up & down feature on your keyboard to make the items larger or smaller to your liking. If you have a non-US keyboard, it may be different keys depending on which alphabet it uses.

Set contains:

Buy: -Arch | 6 swatches | 3604 poly -Candy Bucket | 8 swatches | 610 poly -Candy Piece | 7 swatches | 530 poly -Candy Pieces | 10 swatches | 2650 poly -Carriage | 4 swatches | 5698 poly -Cauldron (steam animation) | 10 swatches | 1196 poly -Cauldron (no steam) | 10 swatches | 1196 poly -Centipede 1 | 3 swatches | 938 poly -Centipede 1 (wall) | 3 swatches | 938 poly -Centipede 2 | 1 swatch | 902 poly -Centipede 2 (wall) | 1 swatch | 902 poly -Cockroach | 2 swatches | 960 poly -Cockroach (wall) | 2 swatches | 960 poly -Cookie Plate | 5 swatches | 1202 poly -Dead Tree 1 | 7 swatches | 2602 poly -Dead Tree 2 | 7 swatches | 2602 poly -Dessert Setting | 4 swatches | 1226 poly -Garland | 5 swatches | 278 poly -Gravestone (Japanese) | 5 swatches | 1195 poly -Gravestone (Western) | 5 swatches | 2104 poly -Hat Decor - Bear | 7 swatches | 906 poly -Hat Decor - Cat | 8 swatches | 906 poly -Hat Decor - Horns | 6 swatches | 1034 poly -Hat Decor - Witch | 9 swatches | 1202 poly -Hay Bench | 3 swatches | 1870 poly -Hay Table | 5 swatches | 2380 poly -Hay Table V2 | 5 swatch | 2380 poly -Iron Fence 1 | 1 swatch | 564 poly -Iron Fence 1 V2 | 1 swatch | 564 poly -Iron Fence 2 | 1 swatch | 272 poly -Iron Fence 2 V2 | 5 swatches | 272 poly -Jack-o-Lantern Decor | 8 swatches | 610 poly -Jack-o-Lantern Tree | 4 swatches | 4810 poly -Lollypop | 8 swatches | 416 poly -Pipe Organ Decor (slotted on top for decorations) | 7 swatches | 2404 poly -Place Setting | 5 swatches | 1073 poly -Pumpkin on Hook (left) | 8 swatches | 1207 poly -Pumpkin on Hook (right) | 8 swatches | 1207 poly -Pumpkin Shadowbox | 4 swatches | 736 poly -Pumpkin Stack | 4 swatches | 1204 poly -Rug | 1 swatch | 320 poly -Rug - Skull | 3 swatches | 357 poly -Scarecrow | 8 swatches | 1194 poly -Seat | 4 swatches | 1194 poly -Socks (wall) | 33 swatches | 1142 poly -Table (2 versions, with & without jack-o-lantern face) | 5 swatches each | 2420 poly -Wand Decor | 2 swatches | 590 poly -Witch Shoes Decor | 11 swatches | 820 poly

Build: -Halloween Wooden Floor Tiles | 2 swatches -Halloween Wallpaper | 2 swatches

Type “acnh halloween" into the search query in build mode to find  quickly. You can always find items like this, just begin typing  the title and it will appear.

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If anyone wants a few of the items from this set for TS3, @bioniczombie has converted the rug, dessert place setting, and cookie plate here!

The rest of my CC

[fiddles-ifs]

BLOG UPDATE 10-30-24

[ID: A photoset of three images. The first two images are a parchment texture on a black background. The first image is white text, and a navigation sidebar to the left of the main body of text. The sidebar reads: 'THE KING'S PHYSICIAN, written by Elliot Z. Chapter 00: Asclepius. NEW GAME, LOAD GAME, SETTINGS, GLOSSARY, MAP, CHARACTERS, ACHIEVEMENTS.' NEW GAME is highlighted with a distressed scroll image. At the bottom of the sidebar are links leading to Twitter, Tumblr, and Instagram.

To the right of the sidebar, the main text reads: 'PROLOGUE: ASCLEPIUS.

The ground stinks. It meets your hands in a shower of wet mud, an explosion of sick and blood, soaking the spaces between your fingers. When your vision focuses again, finally stops wobbling around and making double of itself, you find your palms soaked red. You crawl on your hands and knees to the body in front of you. You turn them over on their back. A man, not one of yours, and you slap his face a few times before you realize his eyes are milky and staring ahead, unblinking. There’s nothing you could do for him now. You look at his legs and find them still facing downwards. They didn’t move with the rest of him.

All the information comes to you backwards — his bisected waist, the guts spilling across the dirt, red, red and so much red. You stand up numbly. Your horse lies dead several feet away, and you remember in your haze that’s the reason why you were bucked off. You try and look at something — anything — else.

There is nothing else. All around you are limbs and blood and battle. Everything moving so slowly, mosquitoes caught in cooling amber, a slurry of death. You feel lost, a scarecrow in a burning field. Your ears ring. It all feels distant. Too distant. You need to move.

You turn to see a flash of white steel against the burning sun, and weakly raise your arms to try and block the blow with what little padding you have on. You move so slow.'

The other images feature the same text. The second image features a black background and red links. The third image is yellow parchment paper with red links and black text. /end ID]

happy update day!! i have to be up in. checks watch. six hours. so the update is coming at exactly midnight, and then i'll queue appropriately. but steady progress is being made on tkp!! im taking a small break from greenwarden to focus on making tkp and erinys look nice as a side project to querying agents for my book. it's a process. yk how it is.

what you see right now are mockups, the actual product looks uh. well. it looks like this

far cry from how i want it to look, but im working on it.

after finishing the css, all i have to do is write and edit chapter 1 and it'll be ready for demo release!

also, happy spooky season! im working on something for greenwarden that most certainly will not be done by Halloween, but i think you'll like it. it involves costumes and maybe stickers. watch this space

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, p in v, cunningulus, rather soft Dabi Synopsis: Dabi was fervently yearning to partake in another round of euphoria with you Requested by: anonymous

MASTERLIST

A solitary sunbeam bestowed its gentle radiance upon the finely sculpted countenance of Dabi. He contorted his visage, narrowing his eyes and gradually blinking a few times, stirred from slumber by the luminous glow. With a sigh escaping his lips, he endeavored to shield himself from the solar rays by placing an arm over his face. However, the hour had long surpassed dawn's arrival, rendering him unable to succumb to sleep once more. Instead, he found solace in the rhythmic cadence of your tranquil breaths.

Dabi's countenance slowly adorned itself with a smile as he reminisced upon the passionate intimacy you both shared the previous night. It had been a Friday evening, and the LOV team had ventured to partake in libations at the bar in their mansion. They all needed some distractions after yet another difficult week.

Observing the gracefulness with which you engaged in mirthful conversation with Toga at the booth, and subsequently coaxing Twice onto the dance floor with his endearingly awkward fist pumps and uncertain dance moves, Dabi found himself utterly captivated by your every gesture. How fortuitous was he to have encountered a woman of such beguiling charm, genuine sweetness, and innate ability to put anyone at ease? Since you joined the League, Dabi was unable to divert his gaze or restrain his touch from you. Your irresistible allure captivated him, and he unexpectedly developed a deep affection for both your radiant persona and your lively demeanor.

The comfort of being nestled in bed with you filled Dabi's heart with contentment. 

That profound affection within him was kindled once you both departed from the bustling bar, and as soon as you both crossed the threshold of Dabi's room, he fervently disrobed your undergarments, firmly grasped your already moistened pussy, and passionately claimed your lips as his own.

In the annals of time, the subsequent events unfolded as an indelible legacy. 

Presently, he beheld your unadorned physique, ensconced in velvety coverings. The satin texture of your exposed shoulder allured him, accompanied by the emergence of a hickey and faint contusions adorning your neck and shoulders. He surmised that additional bruises might trace their mark upon your hips, a testament to the fervor with which he engaged you the previous night.

Regret tinged his expression; he acknowledged that he had been overly rough in his actions. To ameliorate the situation, Dabi leaned closer, his form enmeshing with yours, commencing a tender array of butterfly kisses and delicate caresses upon the bruised regions.

"Mmm...?" You vocalized, inquisitive, as Dabi's gentle ministrations roused you from the depths of slumber, drawing you into wakefulness.

"Good morning, babe," he murmured, his lips still bestowing soft affection upon your shoulder.

"Morning," you replied, your voice laden with drowsiness. "What time is it?" you queried, stifling a yawn.

"It is 7:00 AM," Dabi responded.

"Ah, let us indulge in even more repose, then. This is a rare luxury," you remarked, rolling over to face him. Both of you typically arose at 8:00 AM on weekdays for work, making this leisurely awakening a true indulgence.

"Indeed, Y/N," Dabi chuckled, his countenance now tinged with a touch of concern. "I trust I did not exert excessive force upon you during our encounter last night?"

"Why do you harbor such thoughts?" You responded, elevating yourself onto one elbow.

"Well..." Dabi's fingertips grazed gently across your contusions. 

You tilted your head to glimpse downward, observing the interplay of light purple and green splotches adorning your skin. "Ah, mere bruises. They shall mend," you offered reassuringly. "Moreover, last night's tryst happened to be one of the most ardently passionate experiences we have shared thus far, handsome!"

"Truly?" Dabi smirked, arching an eyebrow. "Nevertheless, I find myself remorseful. Allow me to make amends." He grinned, tenderly caressing your chin before lifting it to meet his own in a soft, tender kiss.

Dabi's kisses persisted, gently tracing his tongue across your lower lip. His lips moved with such deliberation and affection that you found yourself surrendering to the sensations, becoming one with his touch. Gradually, his tongue found its way into your mouth, deepening the kiss until soft moans escaped your lips.

His ardor only intensified, and he encircled his strong arms around your back, causing you to recline atop him, legs entwined, your bosom pressed firmly against his chest, as your lips continued their entrancing dance that seemed boundless in time.

Eventually, the need for air necessitated a brief respite. "Dabi!" You gasped, gently slapping his shoulder. "Let a girl breathe at some point!"

Dabi's brows ascended in astonishment, eliciting a profound chuckle from him. You sensed the reverberation of his mirth coursing through his frame beneath you, while you found yourself captivated by the endearing laughter lines encircling his eyes, which creased charmingly when he smiled.

"Very well, then. I shall bestow my affections elsewhere," he declared with a grin. Gently, Dabi guided your form to recline upon the bed, ensuring your head is cradled amidst a cluster of pillows. With purposeful tenderness, he commenced a journey of kisses, trailing along your neck and gliding down your collarbones until reaching your bosom.

"Mmm... You're truly indulging me today, huh?" You murmured with delight. 

Dabi merely smiled, his sizable and adept hands tenderly exploring your sensitive nipples, skillfully tugging and pinching the aroused buds while massaging your flesh.

Such exquisite sensations caused your back to arch involuntarily, and your breath quickened, escaping in rapid, gasping exhalations. At the sound of your voice, Dabi felt his arousal intensify. He reveled in the symphony of your passionate cries, knowing that he was the catalyst for your pleasure, an aspect that instantly aroused him.

Your knees glided upward, constricting around Dabi's torso, drawing him intimately nearer as he persistently caressed your chest, delicately tracing along the divide of your cleavage and teasing your nipples.

"Greedy, are we?" Dabi chuckled, his mouth engulfed between your supple mounds. 

Your response was an even louder moan of delight. Prior to meeting Dabi, you had never encountered such arousal from mere fondling. Now, a gentle touch from him alone could leave you dripping with desire.

Being acutely aware of his profound effect on you, Dabi commenced a deliberate descent along your body, until his warm breath tantalized your yearning core. 

You bit your lip in anticipation. "Darling, are you — Ah!" 

His tongue skillfully traced up your folds, stifling your question with a gratifying slurp. Dabi moved his tongue adeptly, traversing in and out of your wetness, confidently navigating your most sensitive areas to elicit the utmost pleasure. He lapped over your pussy, eagerly savoring every drop of your juices.

Your arousal manifested audibly, saturating the confines of the bedroom.

"Babe, do you hear this? You're such a lascivious enchantress," Dabi playfully taunted, now inserting two fingers into your moist entrance, strategically curling them to stimulate your sweet spot. He knew precisely how to make your body quiver with delight.

As if prompted by an invisible conductor, the moment he gained entry, an ecstatic exclamation escaped your lips, "Oh my, Dabi!" Your knees instinctively encircled his wrist, intensifying the rhythm of his finger's intimate dance within you. With each fervent thrust, your body responded, the pulsating sensations reverberating throughout your being. Streams of moisture cascaded onto the sheets, coating them in a passionate display, while his skillful hands expertly attended to your arousal, one tantalizingly exploring depths, the other delicately stimulating your most sensitive spot.

"Would you cum for me, little slut?" Dabi commanded, increasing the intensity of his thrusts, and you complied. Succumbing to the pleasure, you moaned his name repeatedly as the orgasm washed over you.

With your body still vibrating from the climax, Dabi positioned himself at your wet entrance and effortlessly slid his already painfully erect member inside. He let out a guttural groan, throwing his head back; your tightness gripping him so intensely that he could barely contain the pleasure coursing through him.

"Damn, Dabi, it feels too good! You're stretching me so wonderfully!" You exclaimed, clenching the sheets tightly in your fists.

"That's it, my little slut, you're so wet for me, it's incredible." Dabi uttered, slowly thrusting his dick in and out of you. He adored the sensation of your body against his, as if you were custom-made solely for his gratification.

"Come here, baby," you coaxed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he leaned down to kiss you. 

He continued the rhythm of his thrusts, expertly grinding his pelvis against your sensitive clit, prompting you to wrap your legs around his lower back.

Your lips lavished every contour of his exquisite countenance, caressing him and intertwining your fingers through his luscious black locks. With each tender caress, you endeavored to manifest the profoundness of your affection for him.

"Dabi?" You whispered, your lips grazing the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, little minx?" He gasped, his composure already faltering under the intoxicating pleasure emanating from your intimate connection. His biceps flexed as he supported himself above you, hips undulating with fervor as he relentlessly drove himself into you.

"I love you, Dabi. You're my everything... Oh, fuck! That's it, babe!"

Dabi hesitated, gradually slowing his pace to catch his breath. He gazed deeply into your eyes, revealing the intensity of his adoration for you. He tenderly placed a hand on your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, cherishing the intimacy of that moment. "Y/N, you're too sweet for me," he exhaled. "I love you too." He confessed softly, sealing his heartfelt declaration with another gentle kiss upon your eager lips. With those words, Dabi grunted, pressing on against you, resuming his powerful thrusts as you gasped in surprise, surrendering to the ever-increasing intensity of his ardor, each impact resounding throughout your bodies.

"Oh! Harder, harder!" You encouraged, and your moans escalated in volume. That only served to embolden Dabi further, as he firmly grasped your sides, guiding you down onto his throbbing member while thrusting his hips upward with each fervent motion.

"Babe, I'm about to..." Dabi cried out, relinquishing his usual solemn composure to the euphoria of climax, releasing his thick, warm semen into your heated core.

"Yes!" You exclaimed, the intensity of your own orgasm surging once more.

With a deep groan, Dabi collapsed upon you, his member still intimately connected to your yearning entrance.

"Oof!" You sighed playfully, emitting a giggle. Dabi, you're too heavy for me! Please, get off!" You laughed, exerting pressure against his robust shoulders.

"No!" He teased, revealing his mischievous side. You adored those moments when he broke free from his composed, stoic persona and displayed his juvenile, boyish charm exclusively for you.

Beneath all that gravity lay an insatiable, delectable beast of a man, who was well aware of the art of bringing you to ecstasy while teasingly mocking you throughout. Oh, how deeply you adored this man.

After writhing in pleasure for a little while longer, Dabi eventually relented and withdrew from your slick, wet cunt. 

You theatrically gasped, taking in deep breaths now that his weight no longer overwhelmed you, and he responded with an eye roll and a laugh.

"What time is it now?" You inquired, your chest rising and falling, a light glisten of perspiration on your forehead.

Dabi glanced at you. "I don't care. I'm not leaving the bed today."

Turning to your side, you grinned at him. "Shall we go for another round then?"

Tags: @dabislittlemouse @grossograsso @misafiryanki @indignant-alpaca

[wayfarer-exchange]

Wayfarer Creative Exchange 2025 Masterpost

About the event: The Wayfarer Creative Exchange is an anonymous exchange of fanworks, by fans for fans, celebrating the wide variety of MCs within this fandom! We encourage participation from all skill levels, and from fans both new and old.

The Hosts: If you have any questions or concerns, please reach out to the Hosts via this blog or, once matches are assigned and your "contact point Host" has reached out to you with details of your match, via discord. We're here to try and make this go smoothly and be a fun time for everyone!

• Rolo | @roguelioness • Viking | @thevikingwoman • Ellis | @ilmhist • Grey | @greyyourwarden

Reminder: this event is NOT hosted by Idrellegames, please reach out to the above listed Hosts with questions and queries.

The Timeline:

Jan. 24 - Feb. 7 | sign-ups Sign ups will open on the 24th of January at 00:00 GMT [ countdown to opening of sign-ups ] and will close at 23:59 GMT on the 7th of February [ countdown to close of sign-ups ]

Feb. 8 - Feb. 22 | Matching, interest review, and assignments This is the period where the Hosts will check over references and request any additions that might be needed, do all the back-end matching, doublecheck that everyone who signed up is still interested, and hang out your assignments. All matches will be assigned on or before the 22nd.

Feb. 23 - Apr. 25 | Creation! This is the creation period! It's long on purpose, to allow time for participants to create work they're proud to gift their giftee, and also (if you like) to create "treats" for other participants. There will be mandatory check-ins on the weekends of the 22nd of March and the 5th of April. At these check-ins we will ask to see some manner of WIP, even if it's just a base sketch or a loose fic outline. We're not looking for polish at the initial check-in stage, only to see that work is underway and is a thoughtful representation of the giftee's MC. At the second check-in we will be wanting to see a work in a more polished state, to be assured that you can complete your piece by the deadline of Apr. 25.

Apr. 26 - May. 11 | Gift review Hosts will use this time to check over submitted works and ensure they meet event guidelines. If we need to request any edits to your finished work we will endeavour to do so as quickly as possible. This is also the final period for any last-minute pinch-hitting.

May. 12 | Reveal day! The big day! Gifts will be shared on tumblr, Ao3, and the official server and we'll all get to see and celebrate everyone's hard work and wonderful MCs :>

Additional Links:

• Sign-up form • Exchange rules & guidelines • Exchange optional prompts • How to Submit to the WFRex Ao3 Collection • Official Wayfarer devblog • Official Wayfarer discord server (17+ only)

[genshin-impact-updates]

"Melusines' Survey" Web Event Now Available, Participate For Primogem Rewards!

The two Fontainian aquabus tour guides Aeval and Elphane have been tasked with carrying out a survey of Travelers visiting Fontaine.

Help Aeval and Elphane with their research~

Obtain Primogems and other in-game rewards, as well as a little surprise!

>> Click to Take Part in Event <<

Event Rules

● Event Duration: 2023/12/25 12:00 – 2024/01/07 23:29 (UTC+8)

● Raffle Prize Results Announcement: Before January 12, 2024

● Primogem Rewards Claim Time: Within 30 days of receiving the mail

Event Rewards

● Complete the survey to obtain Primogems ×40, Hero's Wit, and other in-game rewards.

● Share your survey results with the hashtag #GenshinMelusinesSurvey on Twitter (X), Facebook, Instagram, Telegram, VK, or other social media platforms.

Primogems ×160 (100 Winners)

Genshin Impact Ganyu Figure (10 Winners)

※ Sharing on HoYoLAB does not count towards prize draw participation.

User Terms and Conditions

・Please log in to the event using your HoYoverse Account and select your corresponding character in Genshin Impact to take part. This will ensure that your rewards can be sent and claimed correctly. You can participate in this event as long as your Adventure Rank is at least 10.

・After helping Aeval and Elphane complete their survey, the in-game rewards will be distributed via in-game mail. The mail will expire after 30 days, so don't forget to claim the rewards in time.

・Players who share their survey results with the specified hashtag #GenshinMelusinesSurvey on Twitter (X), Facebook, Instagram, Telegram, VK, or other social media platforms will be entered into the raffle and have a chance to win Primogems ×160 or a Genshin Impact figure.

・If you post and win on multiple platforms, you'll only be able to win one reward. Reward information will be sent out via private messages.

・The list of winners will be posted on the various official social media platforms for different languages. Relevant information will also be sent to the winners via private messages.

・Primogem rewards obtained from the raffle will be issued via in-game mail within 20 business days of the winners list being announced. The mail is valid for 30 days. You will be deemed to have forfeited your rewards if you fail to claim them before the mail expires, so don't forget to claim them in time.

・Winners will be informed of the specific issuance time for Genshin Impact figures won in the raffle via private messages.

・This event will be held and judged on multiple platforms. The event rewards will be shared across all platforms, and will not be distributed proportionately between different platforms/regions.

・If the issuance of rewards fails due to the player providing the incorrect UID or delivery address, the official team will not re-issue said rewards.

・If you have any queries about the event, please contact our Customer Service at genshin_cs@hoyoverse.com or via the in-game Feedback feature.

・There is a possibility that this event may be changed or ended without notice.

*More details about the rules of the event can be found on the event rules on the event page.

*This web event is not indicative of any related gameplay features in Genshin Impact.

[robfinancialtip]

We sit down with Greg, CEO of Buyist Pro, to explore how AI is transforming the online shopping experience.

Greg shares his passionate perspective on AI's role in solving eCommerce's fundamental problem: complexity. He explains how Buyist Pro uses AI to simplify the complicated web of credit card processing, order fulfillment, customer service, and website management. While acknowledging AI's current limitations, Greg emphasizes that it's "already good enough" and improving constantly. We discuss how AI's ability to process vast amounts of platform data and respond to natural language queries makes it a game-changing tool for online retailers.

Chapters 0:00 Intro 0:24 How Buyist uses AI for eCommerce 2:55 The Buyist Pro Advantage 4:02 Overcoming The Problems With AI 5:04 Using AI for eCommerce

Join us for our next episode, where we'll dive deeper into the future of eCommerce platforms.

[agendabymooner]

colour me your colour || toto w. x ofc (9)

toto w. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

Summary: Tilly Marie nearly loses faith in her passion as she refuses to listen to everyone who told her to quit. Everyone but one. And it’s the man she met years ago at a racing event she didn’t want to attend. Who would have thought that her father’s partial ownership of three brands could take her to the zone of Mercedes and meet the love of her life?

Chapter summary: Tilly goes on a date with Toto after responding to an email that could potentially change the course of her career. Two words that explained their relationship and her career: Serious business.

Content warning: Use of explicit language, never edited these, Lewis Hamilton being a resident piece of shit, 2014, flirting, banters

Note: This is very old. A very old draft (I have two more chapters to post hehe), I know better than what I knew a year ago so please... bear with my old writings. enjoy xx

colour me your colour masterlist

f1 masterlists: a - n o - z

SENDER: Emily Smith [esmithªhearthautog.com]

TO: Tilly Marie [tilly.fordhearthªhotmail.com] 

[CONFIDENTIAL] Meeting Request: Paperwork Signing for Hearth Automotive Groups

Dear Miss Tilly Hearth,

I hope this email finds you well. We kindly request a meeting to discuss and sign the necessary paperwork regarding the ownership of Hearth Automotive Groups and its subsidiaries. The office was recently acquired to make certain changes as the owner, Mr. Julius Hearth, was given the promotion in an association of a different field. He believes that it is in his best interest to rename the owner and shareholders of his business and would like you to get involved in the process as well. 

To ensure a smooth process, we would greatly appreciate your presence during this meeting. It will provide an opportunity to address any concerns or queries you may have regarding the ownership transfer.

Proposed Meeting Details:

Date: July 8th, 2014

Time: 15:00 PM

If the proposed date and time are inconvenient, please let us know your availability, and we will do our best to accommodate your schedule.

Please bring any relevant identification documents and additional paperwork related to the ownership of the company and its subsidiaries.

Kindly confirm your availability and preferred meeting details by the sixth. You can reach me directly to this email. A notary will be contacted as soon as we’ve gotten a response from you. 

Thank you for your prompt attention to this matter. Finalizing the ownership paperwork is crucial for the smooth operation of Hearth Automotive Groups and its affiliated companies.

We look forward to meeting with you soon.

Best regards,

Emily J. Smith

Secretary to the Chairman

Hearth Automotive Groups

SENDER: Tilly Marie [tilly.fordhearthªhotmail.com] 

TO: Emily Smith [esmithªhearthautog.com]

RE: [CONFIDENTIAL] Meeting Request: Paperwork Signing for Hearth Automotive Groups

Good evening,

I will be there at the expected date and time. I am also expecting for Julius Hearth to be there if I were to sign and if I don’t get any confirmation from anyone prior to the meeting or I get a news that he wouldn’t be there because he couldn’t find any time, then consider my obligation nullified. I wouldn’t find any time for his company either. 

Thank you.

Kind regards,

Tilly Marie.

FRISKY TILLY: The Hearth Heiress Celebrates Red Bull’s P3 Finish with a Shoey

“Danny Ric and Lewis Hamilton brought the fun out of the distressed writer.”

“You have to admit, that’s a good headline,” Lewis says to me as he leans forward, eyes peering down on my screen as he reads the article. “Tilly Hearth, daughter of FIA Executive Julius Hearth, had gone wild as she, Red Bull’s Daniel Ricciardo celebrated his P3 finish alongside her best friend, the winner of the Silverstone Grand Prix, Lewis Hamilton— oh look, that's me!” 

Locking my phone shut, I look at Lewis with a frown. “You need to stop giving me that attitude,” Lewis huffs out petulantly, “I haven’t done anything today but land in the first place. And why aren’t you getting enough appetizer from the buffet? Haven’t you mentioned that you’re going to snack on some stuffed mushrooms?” 

Right. 

It’s been an hour since we left the venue. Now we’re inside a restaurant, feasting and celebrating Lewis’ home race. Regardless of whether or not he’d win, it’s a tradition to celebrate his home race with his family. I’m fortunate enough to celebrate with them this time. Plus, my sisters and mother are here—making Lewis even happier.

Stevie is sitting next to Lewis and on his right happens to be me. I’ve been trying my best to socialize with his sisters and brother, but my mind is occupied by one thought. Toto Wolff. 

Of course he isn’t here. It’s a family dinner. But his tall figure remains memorable (and his godlike figure after he was sprayed with champagne) and our plan for tonight remains in my mind. Fuck, I do need to get out soon. 

Clearing my throat, Nicholas shoots me a questioning look as I lean forward and murmur, “I need to get out soon, Nico.” 

“Oh?” Nicholas asks me quietly. He, too, leans forward, making Sylvie and Lewis look in our direction while he continues to ask, “Why?�� 

“I’ve got an agenda to follow,” I answered quietly.

“A date?” He asks. I nod. “Wait. Is this the lad that Lewis talks about?” 

“Lewis is talking about what—now?” The man next to me also leans over in our direction. Sylvie’s curiosity got the best of her as she finally gave in and leaned.

“Sylvie— go eat or something—“ I hissed, trying to shoo her away, “the adults are talking.” 

“No—“ she whisper-shouts, “are you going to see Toto?” 

Lewis, hearing the name finally, leans back and smirks at my direction. The smug little bast— I reach out and pinch him in his side as he lets out a groan, trying to get out of my grasp as he accidentally leans back at Stevie. The noise gathers the attention of the older people as they look at our direction, wondering what the hell is going on. 

“Tilly,” Maman calls from the other side of the table, sitting next to Lewis’ mother as she continues, “Don’t do that to Lewis.” 

“Oh nothing’s happening, Maman,” Sylvie denies helplessly. “I think an ant got to Lewis’ polo and it’s pinching him.” 

Maman and the other adults laugh at the sight in front of them before they return to their conversations. I pull my hand away from Lewis. 

“If you want me to go on a date with your boss, quit teasing,” I warn him with a glare, “you’re making me want to chicken out.” 

“I’m not going to let you dip out,” he shakes his head insistently, “not when it’s my boss and my best friend.”

“I thought you had to go soon?” Nicholas asks with a frown, “why are you still here?” 

There’s a vibration coming from Lewis’ pocket, making him grunt in annoyance before he pulls out his phone to see which person decides to text him this time. He suddenly looks up at me with a grin and says, “He’s outside.” 

What? I don’t recall telling him to pick me up here? 

“I told him you were heading here before I pulled you out of your team’s debriefing,” he explains before he pulls up my purse and jacket. “I knew you planned on going out with him tonight but I pulled you for a family dinner.” Slipping on my light coat, my movement catches the eyes of the adults once more as I stand up.

“Where are you going, love? Finishing dinner so soon?” Lewis’ mother asks me. 

Lewis answers her with, “She’s having one someplace else, Mum. She just came with us to celebrate a little bit.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy it!” Lewis’ father tells me with a cheeky grin, “Don’t enjoy it too much, though.” 

I roll my eyes with a smile, leaning forward to kiss Lewis on the cheek before saying, “I’ll text you when I get back.” 

“You better,” he mutters. “I did not set you up with Toto only for me to live under the rock.” 

“And I will see you all at the next celebration!” I exclaim at Lewis’ relatives. Walking away at the table, I then look back at my siblings before saying, “Maman, Stevie. Drive my Bentley?” 

Stevie’s smile widens as she nods eagerly, catching my car key as she lets out a loud ‘woo’ as I dash out of the restaurant. A black Mercedes is already parked at the front, making it easier for me to slip into the passenger seat with a cheeky smile. 

The Austrian, who remains handsome even after he was soaked by the champagne, smiles at the sight of me. “Have you eaten yet?” He asks.

“Hello,” I greet him, “No I haven’t. Have you?”

“I’m waiting for you,” he shrugs. 

I nod, “‘Kay good, because I am famished. Where are we off to?”

“I hope you are hungry for some Italian food,” he grins lazily. My hand takes the seat belt and buckles it in. 

“I can be hungry for anything,” I tell him with a laugh. “You can take me to a pub, I’ll be starving for a good fish and chips.”

He laughs heartily, his joyous expression brightening the dimming road as he begins driving off. 

I swore to myself that I wouldn’t read much into our conversation and strange affections. But I can’t help it; I keep finding myself wanting to hold his hand. There’s no such thing as proximity when I don’t want a space between us. 

Perhaps the bottle of cabernet sauvignon that the waiter served tastes better than usual. I have always been a sauvignon blanc kind, but there’s a hint of romance that comes with the red wine. As if it was a witchcraft of some sort. 

Ugh. Romance. Feelings. Butterflies in my stomach. It’s so 2004.

I still can’t help it. I could barely pay attention to the slice of pizza margherita in front of me. My eyes are looking at his handsome face as he continues to talk about his family in Austria. He speaks highly of them. He tells me about his home race— which was when Christian lost his shit when Mercedes took the P1. He tells me a lot about Austria and how I’ll like it there. Sounds a lot like the future, huh?

Then he asks me about myself— or whatever I have regarding that area of discussion. I only chuckle, “Haven’t I told you enough about my family?” 

“You did not tell me more about yourself, I am certain of that,” Toto tells me with interest. Finishing the rest of my wine, my hand reaches for the glass of water as the liquid almost immediately washes the intoxication away. “Tired of wine?” 

“Well I cannot be the only one drunk here,” I grin, “I’d hate to leave you sober by yourself. So… what would you like to know?” 

It started there. From the most superficial interests and opinions toward the most competitive team principals to my personal life. It was immediately uncovered by the time that I finished the rest of my food. 

“I personally didn’t think that you would be interested in this… what do I call this. Dinner,” I tell him meekly. “Normally, I would be rattling off about my little world and all I’d see is a man who’s practically begging me to shut up.”

“It’s a good thing that I don’t like normal,” he tells me with a smile. “It is quite foolish of them to think of you that way. Your words are more interesting than anyone else’s.” 

“Gee, thanks,” I murmured and joked, “where were you when I needed that boost of confidence?” 

“Something tells me that I was still working hard enough with Niki to sign Lewis to my team,” he says, “otherwise I wouldn’t have met you.” 

My face turns red, yet without any mention, I continue on, “You would have. Still met me I mean. But, it’s not going to be the same. I’d be even more miserable.” 

“If I had not met you beforehand,” he starts with a glint in his eyes, “Christian would have kept you away from me.” 

“How is that?” I ask him. 

“You were at the entrance when I first saw you,” he shrugs, “with the Red Bull ID. Something told me you were important to the team.” 

“Don’t tell me that you stalked me on the way to the Mercedes hospitality, too,” I smirk mischievously. 

He laughs aloud, “I do not think I will end up in this place if my behaviour goes along the lines of being weird, no?” 

“Fair enough,” I nod.

“But yes,” he continues, “Christian probably would have kept you under wraps if Lewis hadn’t brought you to the hospitality. Was I ever thankful that he did.” 

“He’s not exactly being subtle about setting us up on a date,” I giggle, my eyes squinting in joy.

“Have you ever been a thing?” He asks me, curiosity written all over his face. “You and Lewis… have you ever…”

“Oh!” I exclaim before shaking my head, “No! I would never. I do not like him that way. We’ve been friends for so long that I never even thought of him that way.” 

“Oh,” he replies quietly. One simple word, yet it lifted the weight off his shoulders like he was dreading me to say yes.

“Yeah,” I huff out a laugh, “my sister Stevie has always had a crush on Lewis. Whereas I wouldn’t even step foot into that kind of situation with him.”

“That’s good—with you not dating Lewis, I mean. But, I wouldn’t let her near him,” he tells me, “I’ve seen how he is at the afterparties. He is a good driver but— he simply takes his pick of the week before he moves on to another.”

Sucking on my teeth, I can’t help but nod. Toto isn’t wrong. Lewis, even if he’s my best friend, isn’t someone I wouldn’t trust to be around Stevie or any of my sisters. I’ve seen him parade some women around every other 3 months. And each time he did, Stevie ended up in her bedroom with her head tucked in a book. I thought her interest in him was going to fade away by the time she went to university. It didn’t.

It’s hard not to tell her about moving on. I don’t want to be an arse about her unrequited love for Lewis. At some point, maybe they’ll cross each other’s paths. But it’s something that I have no control over. 

Still, Toto is right. I’m worried about Stevie. What if she suddenly became his target of interest? No. He won’t do that. 

He’s my best friend. He isn’t a manwhore who would sleep with his best friend’s sister. He wouldn’t dare disrespect our friendship like that. 

“There’s only much that I can do,” I shrug, nonetheless, “she’s… an adult. She’s a model. She knows what she wants. But for now, I can just support and navigate.” 

He stares at me for a moment, and I’m holding eye contact for as long as I can. He lets out a small smile. 

“I admire your dedication,” he tells me. “You’re protecting your sisters and still respecting their boundaries. I like that about you.” 

“Thank you,” I smile gleefully, “I’m the eldest sister for a reason.” 

“And you keep your head up regardless of how exhausted you are,” he continues, “sometimes, it never hurts to rest.” 

“This is me relaxing,” I gesture at my sitting figure, making him laugh, “I don’t need much to rest besides a cigarette and… this.”

“I sure hope I am making you feel at ease,” he says with a hopeful smile, “that’s the purpose of the dinner.” 

“If this is the kind of treatment I get every major event,” I pause before leaning forward. “I can barely imagine what it’s like everyday being around you.” 

His mouth snaps shut for a moment, the tip of his ears turning red as he tries to keep his composure. Two can play at this game. 

“As I said before, liebling,” he says with a smirk, “I like to take my dear time. I suppose you’ll expect nothing of normalcy.” 

“Sounds like a convincing case for me,” I grin. I did not even realize my foot swinging underneath the table until I felt his brush over mine. 

He acts as if he doesn’t know what he’s doing as he asks, “So, are you heading back to London tomorrow?” 

“I’ll be driving back, sadly,” I roll my eyes, the game of footsies long forgotten as I continue, “Go back to my sad little flat. In my sad little office. Writing my sad little articles.” 

“Well, if you want,” he leans back finally. “You can always come to the next race.” 

My gaze hardened at the thought. I have to write. I can’t just leave my passion behind just like that. Nah uh. 

But then again, I tell myself, I’m about to become a big part of Formula One. Fuck, I’m going to be a somebody in this industry — they recognized either talent or my title. At least they gave me what I thought I deserved— recognition.

“Tempting, but,” I pause for a second, “I’ve a book to write and a work to go to.” And a work to quit from.

“You are writing a book?” Now he’s curious.

I nod, “Novel. Fairly close to writing the epilogue actually.”

He continues to beam and asks, “Any spoilers for me? An exclusive thing, perhaps?” 

I giggle and roll my eyes, “I’ll give you the first signed copy.” 

“I will make sure to put it in my office,” he laughs. “It would be an honour to have your first signed copy.”

“I hope you won’t sell it,” I joke.

He quips, “Darling, I own a racing team. I think I’m quite satisfied with where I’m standing at now.” 

The response only brings me closer to tears. My eyes water as I laugh silently, trying to gather my breath.

“I feel honoured,” I tell him, a grin still on my face as I continue, “I don’t have to do something for profit, for once.”

“It’ll be priceless,” he tells me, “I’ll be the first to criticize you.” 

“Oh please,” I nearly pleaded. “You would do me a huge favour if the annotations come from you.” 

“Does this mean that you’ll be in contact with me?” He proposes with a murmur, “I definitely do not mind that.” 

“Are you kidding me,” I gasp in disbelief. This man. I have been flirting with him for a weekend straight, and he’s asking me if I want to keep seeing him? Does he take me for someone who loves summer romance? 

His expression tells me he didn’t get the memo, so I continue, “Darling, all of those drivers who tried to grab my attention would be upset to learn that I chose the Mercedes Team Principal over them.” 

Clearly intoxication plays a role in my decision making. I’m not even buzzed, but my mouth told him everything I never would’ve thought I’d say to anyone. 

But I suppose this is what happens when you give an attractive, older gentleman to a love-deprived younger woman. The last thing that you would expect from this is an unattached result. Nobody can ever come out of this situation without any evidence that they’ve somehow fallen one way or another. 

But his eyes are saying something. You would think that he would be running off after all of the confessions that I made over the round table, in front of these candles and bottles of wine that’s not even half-empty. I would have expected him to drop me off then go. That he’s just joking about keeping in touch. His eyes told me otherwise. 

And it wasn’t even lust. His eyes were telling me that he wanted something brighter than a casual dating situation. 

Who am I to deny that?

[aggro-my-beloved]

📙 (L, Y, Z) -> Milo, David, James

(if you dont want to do three, then you can do just Milo)

🌷

Thank you so much, Rach! I live your content, honestly. Congratulations on 50 followers!

thank you for the ask, star! <3 hope you’re having a good night and don’t hate me but I haven’t listened to a james audio (yet!) but i will happily write for our precious davey and milo :)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

L → Milo strives to go above and beyond for children that aren’t even his own. Partly because he feels the need to prove to himself that he is not his father, and to prove to sweetheart that he can be humble and mannered toward more than just his cat. He’s always volunteering to babysit for his unempowered friends, or gets incredibly giddy when they get invited to a baby shower…

“Another already?” Sweetheart reads over the recent invitation to yet another couple’s announcement that they’re expecting.

“Can you believe it? It’s like dominos…” Milo giggles as he winds his arms around their waist.

“Wonder where we fall in line.” His mate murmurs quietly, interlocking the fingers settled on their hip. They turn to stare fiercely at one another, daring for the other to give the go-ahead.

“You know I’d never say no to a little practice, sweetheart.” The way his tongue curls as he speaks their name has them riled up in seconds. No other words needed to be said, after all, their actions that night spoke much louder.

David’s grumpy attitude is rated e for everyone, and children are no exception. Hard as he may try to make it clear, though, young ones gravitate towards him like a magnet. Just last week at their favorite sit-down restaurant, one little boy in particular kept peeking over the booth David was sat in and asking him the most ridiculous questions, followed by more absurd comments. For a majority of the night, the alpha kept his cool until Angel brought their new friend up on the drive home.

“He seemed to be really interested about you.” David only lets out a breathy chuckle.

“Kids never seem to learn when to sit still and stop talking. Kinda reminds me of someone else I know.” They lock eyes, and Angel is transported back to their first date, where she admittedly did agitate him with their boundless queries.

“You happen to be fond of this someone you know.” They point out with a smirk.

“I know that, you menace. Who said I wasn���t fond of the former?” This is all the prompting Angel needs to pester their husband the rest of the way home. From names, to nursery themes, it’s all they’re going to be talking about with their mate for the rest of the week. Or until David can finally get a clue.

Y → David doesn’t find a condescending attitude attractive AT ALL. It’s different if someone wants to take the lead, he realizes there’s certain circumstances where he needs to take a step back but having mutual respect in a relationship is everything to him. And if his partner has problems with his pack mates or his friends, he is always quick to cut them off, he’s too loyal for unnecessary drama.

Milo isn’t a fan of tardiness or non-communicative people. The man has abandonment issues, what do you expect? Anytime Sweetheart tells them they’ll be home by 9:00 and 9:02 strikes, he’s having heart palpitations and wondering the worst. Poorly dressed people also get on his nerves, because he doesn’t just look at it as having poor fashion sense but that the person isn’t trying to look good. Not even for themselves.

Z → David snores like a mf TRUCK, so loud angel has to wear earplugs or turn on a noise machine. He always denies it when it’s brought up or he finds Angel asleep on the couch some nights when it’s REALLY bad but deep down he knows it’s true. He probably has a deviated septum but refuses to go to the doctor to let them look and see what options there are. And god help Angel if they manage to drag them there, he’ll probably be debating with the doctor, too.

Milo talks in his sleep. Nothing coherent though, just tiny mumbles here and there or a choked breath that always scares Sweetheart to the point where they cloak themselves out of instinct. Some nights where he dreams vividly, the two can hold a somewhat understandable conversation for a few minutes. He won’t remember it the following morning, but Sweetheart will be hanging on to every word as blackmail for the future. How do you think they get him to play all those horror games?

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[kya-is-kool]

Soooo I had a fic idea for ray! Might be a little long 😆 maybe one where ray and the reader are tg and she works at this bakery and ray and the guys are taking Stevie to meet her and he’s just so shocked that one of the boys has a boyfriend and it’s all just really sweet and cute!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 ! : cuteeee, love it. ngl stories in which the reader bakes are scarce but too cute :).

it was 9:00 am on the dot, you opened up the shop and got everything ready for the usual morning rush. you cleaned the display shelfs, restocked every single cake and cookie and sweet treat in the shop, prepared the oven for baking, and put on an apron. this was the typical routine you followed every morning, and as tiring as it was to basically run the bakery yourself, it was most definitely worth it to put a smile to many people's faces.

the imminence of the morning rush almost always excited you, because you saw the same usual faces each morning who you had grown to love. but what you didn't know, was that there were going to be familiar faces that normally didn't show up to the shop. 9:15; the first customer walked in. the bell at the top of the door let out a small jingle, letting you know someone has entered.

"good morning, ms. meyer !" you greeted, smiling amiably at the woman. she was well in her sixties, and loved sweets, and who couldn't respect that? she was a kind woman, and she payed the bakery quite a bit of money due to all the things she bought.

"why hello there dear," she responded, smiling the same way back. "it's a pleasure to see you so happy this morning."

"likewise, ms. meyer. so, what can i get you?" you queried, and at that she looked at the display shelf, pondering to herself.

"i suppose just the usual chocolate muffin, dear," she said, with a chuckle at how predictable that must have been. she had been ordering the same thing for nearly a year.

"well of course," you said, laughing a bit yourself before grabbing the muffin with a napkin and placing it inside a paper bag. "here you go, ms. meyer. that'll be $4.95"

"thank you, dear," she said back, as she handed you the money in return.

"enjoy your day !" you said cheerily, as she smiled.

"ah, you too," she answered, before exiting the shop. as the bell jingled once again, you went over to the kitchen to start making a cake that needed to be remade since you were running out of slices.

by the end of the hour, a total of thirty-four customers had made their way through, and you had flour and other baking ingredients smeared over your apron and face. that was when an unexpected group made their way inside. your back was facing the entrance, as you took the cake out of the oven to cool.

"just a second, i'll be right there !" you exclaimed, before you set the cake on top of the counter to cool. as you were taking off your oven mitts, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. you jumped only a little, before chuckling.

"ray ? what are you doing here babe ?" you asked, an eyebrow quirked.

"i wanted to introduce you to stevie...that and i missed you. you've been spending so much time here, i wanted to surprise you," he responded, placing his chin on your shoulder and speaking into your ear so you could hear him better.

"cutie, and, who's stevie ?" you questioned, with a smile. you then heard a voice from behind you two.

"i'm stevie," the voice said. ray slowly let go, and gently spun you around so you two were facing him.

"oh, hey stevie. i take it you're a friend of the boys," you said, smiling at him. he seemed young, especially to be hanging out with ray and his friends.

"uh yeah...wow i just...i didn't actually believe ray when he said he had a girlfriend," stevie said, mouth slightly agape in disbelief and wonder. you walked over to him and the others. you did your handshake with fuckshit and ruben, and you all sat down at a table. you were seated between fuckshit and ray, and stevie and ruben were across from you.

"you didn't believe me. i told you i had a beautiful girlfriend," ray bragged, with a small smirk. i smiled at his compliment, and took his hand him mine.

"well, you guys look really good together," stevie said, a look of astonishment still in his face. you could tell the boy really looked up to ray. it was adorable.

"thanks; we do, don't we?" you said, turning to ray, grinning from ear to ear. he returned the same smile while fuckshit and ruben chuckled, and they both rolled their eyes at the how sappy the situation was.

"we do," he answered, before pecking your lips sweetly.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞