#I'll sleep on it and think about it a bit more - but I'd love y'all's two cents!))

[starcchild]

((question: I realize I can make carterio canon for Carter's main verse as well as the ikau by saying she and Quentin were together while she was in college, but then they broke up pre-aou or just after. Do y'all think that could be something that'd work or just leave it as an alt-main during iw/eg?

[janitorhutcherson]

bedtime with mike and abby ( mike schmidt x reader)

hi guys! this is my first ever lil fic/imagine/blurb here!! if y'all like this, I'll keep it up. I'm also new to tumblr, so please please be patient with me. in the future i'd love to do requests.

also if someone wants to help me with formatting/be friends, just shoot me a msg :p

this is just a quick lil imagine/blurb. I've seen so many smutty fics and i wanted to spice it up w/ some fluff. just sleepy time on mike's night off! on w the fic :p

*edit* this isn’t revised!! i threw something together last min and posted cause i felt like writing lol. don’t mind the typos

word count: 1,633

warnings: none! just fluff, angst if u squint!!

summary: nighttime with mike and abby on his day off!

Most of the time, you, your boyfriend Mike, and his little sister Abby were on entirely different schedules. Mike worked nights at a shitty gas station job for the time being after his job at Freddy's was... well.. no more for obvious reasons. Even though he swore off the night shift, this was necessary until he could find something better. Jobs were sparse at the moment, and Mike's history didn't exactly make him a star candidate.

A typical night would consist of you making the three of you dinner, slowly forcing Abby to venture out when it came to her taste buds. Recently, she'd taken a liking to tacos. You and Mike would make a joint effort to get her ready for bed earlier together, as Mike was more particular about being there for her since the incident. She'd get a bath, get into her jammies, and the two of you would tuck her in with a bedtime story. You'd both kiss her little forehead goodnight, then kiss your boyfriend on his lips before sending him off.

Most nights, you tossed and turned in your sleep, unable to rest properly without Mike by your side. A painfully dull feeling would rest in your stomach, the lack of his warmth beside you agonizing. You'd spend all night waiting for 6am to roll around as you felt the bed dip on his side, barely stirring you from your sleep. You'd have thirty minutes until your alarm went off, thirty minutes to wrap yourself up into him before you once again went on your separate ways... living your separate lives until you could have your few hours of union later on.

But tonight, you were lucky. Mike had gotten the next few days off. His job was being extra kind as they actually recognized the hard work Mike put in, something he wasn't used to. They'd told him someone would take over for a bit, to enjoy himself, to rest. It may have been a low-paying, trashy, borderline dangerous job, but his boss was nice, and the customers were certainly safer to deal with than those at the pizzeria.

You called out sick from work, not wanting to miss a single second with your little trio. You'd both even made the decision to pull Abby out of school for the day, spending it building forts, watching movies, and eating ice cream. The three of you even went out rollerskating, Mike awkwardly tumbling every few seconds on the rink as Abby would bust out laughing at him. The three of you were now sat around on the couch, Mike smooshed into the far side of the armrest as your entire body lay on his, Abby's head resting in your lap as she sleepily blinked her eyes. She'd already had her bath, brushed her teeth, and all three of you were in your pajamas.

"So, everyone have a good day?" Mike asked, turning his head to the two of you with a small but sleepy smile.

"Mhm," Abby hummed quietly, slowly nodding her head against your lap. It was clear that she was moments from passing out, and once Abby was out, she was impossible to get up without a fight.

"Okay, I think it's time for bed," you giggled, slowly lifting your own head up from Mike's shoulder. Mike nodded in agreement, a laugh of his own escaping his lips.

You both slowly pulled Abby up, getting her up on her feet, her half asleep state making her delirious as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, staring back at the two of you in confusion.

"C'mon, Abs, it's time for bed," Mike muttered, standing up. He grabbed your hand, pulling you up with him. You stood as well, following Mike as he led Abby to her room. She crawled up into her bed, her little body tucking under her blankets as the two of you sat on both sides of her.

"Want a bedtime story?" Mike asked, raising his eyebrows as he leaned down to press a small kiss to Abby's forehead. Abby's lips parted to answer, but before she could, her eyes were closed and she was out. A sincere and quiet chuckle escaped underneath Mike's breath, his eyes full of love for his sister as her stared down at her. You couldn't help but stare, the edges of your mouth turning up into a sleepy smile of your own. He was so majestic, his messy but soft brown curls were laying in every which way on his head. Even though he was much more rested than usual, his eyes were still somewhat sunken in, but to you, that just made him more attractive. His scruff was messy, unshaven, but it managed to highlight his jawline. The sparkle that remained in his eyes, even through it all, after everything that he'd been through, warmed you to your core, your love for him overwhelming.

"What?" Mike asked quietly with a smile still plastered on his lips, his eyes now locked on yours. A blush crossed your cheeks as you realize you’d been caught, your eyebrows raising.

“Nothin’,” you hummed, shaking your head. “Just admiring you.” Your hand reached out to his as the two of you went to your own bedroom, the only light now lighting up your house being the moonlight and street lamps peeking through the blinds. You both crawled into bed, pulling the blankets over your bodies.

There was nothing but silence other than the sound of the fan in your room, the hum almost hypnotic as you wrapped yourself up in his arms. Your head rest against his chest as he instantly tugged you closer, his back flat on the bed as his hand cradled your side. His thumb drew small figure eights on your shoulder. Your body felt fuzzy, a type of relaxation you hadn’t felt at night in a while. Mike made you feel safe. On nights where you two were able to just snuggle up, nothing could buzz in your mind. Anxious thoughts disappeared, even the ones that seemed to be a constant in the back of your brain. There was nothing but a warmness in your mind and a beam of love in your heart.

“Hey, baby?” You heard Mike ask softly, his voice cracking from his sleepiness. You were broken from your train of thought by this, looking up at the man with the sleepy eyes. “Hm?” You hummed in response, your eyes fluttering, but he couldn’t see due to the lack of light. Mike sat up, pulling you up with him as he grabbed your hands, both of your faces now lit up by the light peeking through the cracks in your curtain.

“I- I know we don’t get nights like these much, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m never home, I’m sorry you have to do so much for you and Abby alone. I’m sorry I dragged you into that mess with Freddy’s, got you involved in so much of this,” he said, his voice seeping with sadness and regret. His eyes held an even softer emotion than they did earlier, one that felt like a knife to your chest. “Most importantly, I’m sorry I can’t be the boyfriend I should be. I mean, we should be spending our nights out at clubs, going out on special dates and vacations, and I hate that I’m unable to give you that,” he sniffled, a tear now falling down his eye.

You leaned forward, a frown on your lips as your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes locked on his as you placed your hand on his cheek, wiping away the tear with your thumb as you shook your head. Mike’s own two much larger hands were now placed on both of your cheeks as he continued. “But listen, Y/N, I love you, more than I have ever loved anyone, okay? I- I’m not good at this shit, I know I’m not. I’m clumsy and I’m bad at emotions. I don’t always know what I want or what I need, but I know I don’t only want you, but I need you. You came into my life and you brightened it where it was the darkest. You brought happiness back, you made me understand what joy was again, what it was like to feel.. complete. You saved me, but..” he trailed off again, full on tears falling down his cheeks now. “Most importantly, you saved Abby, made her feel whole again too, gave her somethin’ like a mother, something I couldn’t give her,” he said, his voice breaking at the end. Before he could say another word, you wrapped around arms around him, pulling him into a massive bear hug. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, your mind not even focused on the salty tears and the snotty nose that was leaned up against your shoulder. Your hands rubbing his back as you kissed the top of his head.

“Oh, baby..” you whispered softly, squeezing him like if you let go he’d disappear. “You know I love you so much too…” you finished, pulling his face up by his chin, pressing a soft, gentle but electric kiss to his lips. The two of you then settled back into bed, curling up in each other’s arms as he played with your hair, occasionally leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, small sniffles still leaving his nose from the emotional moment. He was right, it was rare you got moments like these together, but when you did, you cherished them. It took about thirty minutes of sweet nothings and cuddles before the two of you drifted off, in your own little dream worlds filled with many nights like these.

[mxstellatayte]

fuck me up, florida.

warnings: angst for the majority of it, sex at the end though, legal use of alcohol (reader and logan are both 23,) mentions of gunshot wounds, minor character death, based on a taylor swift song, childhood (middle/high school) friends to lovers, idiots in love, "you came" "you called," reader is half mexican (mom's side), slightly inaccurate bc i know carola wasn't at the miami gp but just go with it for the plot, reader's last name is rodriguez,

author's note: y'all i apologize if any of the spanish grammar is a little weird. my spanish is rusty, pls don't hate me for it

logan sargeant x female reader

i need to forget so

tuesday, april 30th.

you scan your ticket, the screen displaying your name and seat number. 12A. at least it'll be easy to sleep, you think.

after shoving your suitcase above your seat, you shuffle your way to the window and buckle yourself in.

are you really doing this? flying a couple thousand miles to visit your childhood best friend who, up until recently, had you convinced that his newfound fame that he'd gathered by announcing his enrollment in the williams driver's academy made him too good for you.

the only thing that made you think otherwise was the instagram dm he'd sent you five weeks prior, asking if you'd be able to make it to the miami grand prix. instead of a simple yes or no, you responded with the heaviest three words you've ever seen in order.

can we call?

logan picked up on the second ring.

"hey."

"hey."

"how's texas?"

you smile. "hot. sunny. flat. beachless."

"so... it's good?" you hate that you can still picture his facial expressions even after not seeing him for years except for on tv.

"'s okay, but it's not home, y'know?"

"definitely. it doesn't matter how much i decorate my place in england, it's never florida."

"nothing besides florida is ever florida," you sigh, looking out the window of your apartment. "how's the season been?" you don't exactly know why you're asking. you know exactly how his season's gone. you keep every single detail of every single race weekend meticulously catalogued in a journal that you take everywhere with you. no matter what, you've stayed up late or woken up early to watch every race, as if your hopeful energy would make its way across the world to him in time.

"honestly? it's been pretty shit. the car handles really badly and wasn't really even ready for the first few hours of testing in bahrain. i can't get it to perform and maybe that's just because i haven't linked with the car yet, but it still really sucks."

you sigh, hoping logan can't tell how disappointed you are with his team and engineers. "you need a better team, lo."

"i know." there's silence between you for a few moments, and every second that passes makes it grow heavier on your chest. "will you come to miami?"

there it is. the reason you called him.

"i don't know, lo. don't get me wrong, i'd love to, but it's really short notice and i don't know if i could afford the trip. i might be able to make it to austin, but i'll need the time to save the money for the trip."

"i'll fly you out," logan immediately says, his tone almost desperate. longing. "i'll pay for your flight, your hotel, everything. please?"

that last word hit you like a punch in the gut. you only had one more reason to not go and you weren't about to tell him that reason. it was a shitty excuse anyways.

you're not about to tell him that the reason you moved to texas was to give him the space he needed to be able to succeed in his career and for you to succeed in yours.

take me to florida

you're jolted awake by the force of the plane landing, if you can call the awkward limbo you were stuck in sleep. immediately, your stomach twists with anxiety. logan had offered to pick you up from the airport, but you refused.

"i'll just take an uber," you'd said. "i'm gonna want to relax a bit after the flight, y'know?"

his only trade-off? you met him for dinner. simple enough, right?

in theory.

now, standing in front of the full-length mirror in your hotel room, you debate between a floral sundress and a pair of denim shorts, a tank top, and a white button-up t-shirt with a colorful inkblot pattern.

you decide on the sundress.

fifteen minutes later, you're pushing earrings through your piercings, silver abstract shapes you'd bought on a trip to europe with your mother. you have to leave, but the situation you're in sucks. your hair won't sit right on your head, either being too frizzy from the humidity or losing any and all volume, and your makeup just doesn't seem like it'll last in the miami heat.

fuck it.

who are you dressing for, anyways?

logan's seen you at your absolute worst. he was the only one you let yourself cry in front of after your father died. he was the one that held you for what seemed like hours while you sobbed into his chest and he told you that none of it was your fault- that you never could have known that, when you hugged him before he left for the police station, told him you loved him, and slipped a note into his lunch box, the next time you would see him, he would be laying in a casket. he was the only one that could make you smile in the weeks following his funeral, dropping his entire schedule if you simply sent him a text that said "can you come over?"

the restaurant logan found isn't too far from your hotel, so you ultimately decide to walk. your walk is over before you're able to process that it even started and you're taking out your earbuds and putting them in your bag, taking out your phone instead to text logan.

i'm here.

i've got some regrets

were you always this breathtakingly beautiful?

logan's phone buzzes in his front pocket, but he knows it's you texting him. he doesn't even bother taking it out of his pocket before standing up from his seat at the bar and walking over to you, and when you see him, your smile almost makes his heart melt.

"hey," he says, and he hopes his voice doesn't waver from how nervous he is.

"hey. i missed you," you respond, dodging the hand he holds out and going in for a hug. "i've known you since middle school, logan, i'm not shaking your hand."

your arms around him and your body pressed against his almost makes logan short circuit. thankfully, he's able to regain control of his brain and hug you back, hopefully before you realize he isn't hugging you back.

when you pull back, the hug seeming way too brief for logan's preference, you're looking up and smiling with a sparkle in your eyes that makes him regret not making enough time for you. "thanks for bringing me out here."

"thanks for coming. do you want a drink?"

"sure. do you have a table yet?"

"i was waiting for you."

"in that case, lead the way." you gesture towards the restaurant, and logan shows you to a booth in the corner. soon enough, a waiter comes over to you and sets down two glasses of water and two menus.

"welcome in, y'all. do we need a bit of time to look at the menu or do we know what we want to get started?" his southern drawl is thick, and it reminds you of texas. but you're in florida now.

"i think we'll look at the menu for a minute, thanks," logan says, and the waiter nods and walks away. as you open the menu and begin looking, logan points out something you might like and you do the same for him. conversation begins to flow freely between you, and it reminds you of the times in high school when you would go out with friends.

eventually, you decide on a plate of nachos and logan gets a plate of wings. as you wait for your food, you catch up on everything: your move to texas, logan's racing career, your work volunteering with the austin philharmonic, his homesickness from living in england, and everything in between. you crack stupid jokes, share bites of food, and steal sips of each other's drinks.

it's like old times.

i'll bury them in florida

on wednesday, you and logan drive up to visit your father's headstone. it's difficult. it's only the third time you've visited him since he was buried three years ago. the first time you visited him was a year after he died. even a year later, you still carried so much anger and hatred towards the doctors and nurses that were operating on him, trying desperately to save his life after two bullets hit him- one in his leg, one in his torso.

he died on the table.

the second time was just a few months after, and you were still wearing your cap, gown, and stole from your graduation ceremony. by then, you had been able to forgive the doctors and had graduated in the top 10% of your class. four years of hell had finally rewarded you with a degree in instrumental performance and an internship at the south florida symphony orchestra.

now, the third time, you have a picnic blanket and lunch packed into the backseat of logan's car, the windows are rolled down, and your favorite playlist is shuffled on the aux. it's a beautiful day, too; it isn't too hot (even with the humidity,) there's a gentle breeze in the air, and clouds occasionally cover the sun. when logan pulls into the parking lot of the cemetery and you sling your tote bag full of food over your shoulder, your hands start shaking.

of course, logan notices.

his hand slides into your own, and you look up at him. his eyes meet yours and you smile. "thank you for coming with me," you say.

"of course. i didn't want you to have to do this alone."

you look back at the gate into the cemetery, the black bars menacingly sleek and very, very terrifying. you chew your lower lip in anxiety. "i don't know if i can do it, logan."

"i'm here with you. i know you. you're strong. you aren't the kind of person to let a gate scare you." you laugh lightly, looking down at the ground. the gravel of the parking lot, your scuffed, beat-up high top purple converse, and logan's nike dunks make up what you have to describe as a perfect picture. your phone is in your free hand before you know it, and you're lining up the shot. "still into photography, huh?"

"yep. i have some cameras in my suitcase at the hotel." when you pocket your phone and look back up at him, logan's heart melts. the shine in your eyes and the passion in your smile is enough to soften anyone's heart, but for him, as someone who's known you for years and has been there for you through thick and thin, it touches him in such a special way. "i'm hoping to get some good photos of the races. but enough delaying. let's go visit my dad."

the creak of the gates opening makes your ears bleed, and you laugh at how logan is making the exact same face as you in reaction to such a shrill sound. despite only having visited his headstone twice before, you remember exactly where in the cemetery it is and are able to find it within five minutes.

"hi, dad," you begin, your voice already wavering just the slightest and tears beginning to well in your eyes. logan's hand squeezes yours, though, and you're reminded that he's right there. he always will be. you take a deep breath and continue. "i miss you. we all do. i know i haven't visited you in a while, and i'm sorry about that. i really do have to come stop by every now and then. i moved to austin and have a volunteering gig with the austin philharmonic at almost every show and i have a job at a company that helps students with learning disabilities learn instruments. it's really fun." you pause to wipe the tears off of your cheeks, your nose beginning to drip. "sam is in his junior year of college, and he's majoring in engineering. he flew the coop, but he still comes home for the summers. he, uh, he actually got in to c.u. boulder, like he always talked about. that kid was always thinking about college, even in middle school.

"i'm actually here with logan, too, if you hadn't noticed. do you, uh, do you want to fill him in on what's going on with you, or should i keep going?"

"whatever you prefer."

"okay, i'm going to keep talking, because i think if i don't, i'm going to completely break down. logan finally signed with williams to drive on their formula 1 team last year, like i always said he would. i'm really proud of him and really regret not telling him that more, and now that i'm saying it out loud i'm promising both you and him that i'll tell him that more often. the race this weekend is actually here, in florida. miami, specifically. it's always a celebrity shit show that no one really wants to see, but it's the main opportunity for the celebrity sponsors to actually go to a race.

"what else has been going on? oh, mom is still a therapist. i can't tell you much about that because of hipaa, but she always comes home saying that she's glad that she could help someone. i'm gonna have dinner with her tomorrow night, and then i'm going back into miami to watch logan's practice sessions."

you pause your rambling, thinking about what there is to say next, but your thought is interrupted by your stomach grumbling. loud. you and logan laugh just as loudly, the sound echoing through the grass field and stone gravesites. "oh, yeah, that's another thing. we brought lunch. i also got you pink tulips, because i know they're your favorite." you delicately rest the bouquet on your father's headstone as you sit down, then pull out the different plastic containers filled with food you'd stolen from the williams hospitality. "you'd be proud of me, dad. i smuggled this entire picnic out of the wiliams motorhome without a hiccup. robin hood style."

logan laughs, and you turn to him. he's mirrored your position, sitting cross-legged on the grass. "apple?"

"nah, i'm gonna start with my sandwich. i did grab you some of the salt and vinegar chips i know you like."

the look logan gives you can only be described as pure adoration. "you," he says, pointing a finger at you in an incredibly sassy manner, "are an absolute goddess."

"i know," you respond cheekily, tossing some hair over your shoulder.

the banter between the two of you continues through your picnic, laughter and smiles erasing the dried tracks of tears on your cheeks and on logan's. you're almost able to forget where you are.

tell me i'm despicable

almost two hours later, the two of you are laying in a nearby park underneath a tree, peacefully observing the clouds that pass overhead and talking even more about any topic that comes to your mind. the question that's been gnawing at you since your plane landed in miami eventually bubbles to the surface, and it tumbles past your lips before you can stop it.

"did you ever wonder why i moved to texas?" you look to your left where logan rests, but he keeps looking up at the sky. you mirror him.

"i always assumed it was just because you needed a change of scenery. after everything that happened and your music career taking off, it would make sense that you would relocate to somewhere better suited for you."

"that's the thing, though. if i'm being entirely honest with you, lo, i hate texas. i hate the whole state. i hate how hot it is all the time without even being humid, i hate not being able to go to the beach. i hate how dry it is. i hate how flat it is. i hate the monotony of it. i hate not being here."

logan hesitates for a moment before speaking, and it's the longest moment you've ever experienced. "why did you move to austin, then?"

when he looks over at you, you're chewing your lower lip. it's a nervous tic, logan's noticed. he's not even sure if you know you do it. "honestly? i thought you moved on from our friendship. i thought everything with f1 suddenly got so big and important and famous that maybe i wasn't... enough? i thought that being a police officer's daughter from the same town as you that was studying to teach people how to understand and play music maybe just wasn't cool enough to be friends with a world-renowned formula 1 driver."

logan's heart almost shatters when he hears the weakness in your voice. you sound so broken and so alone. he knew that, when you lost your father, you isolated yourself from a lot of people, even your best friend from high school and through your first year of college. he was the only person outside of your immediate family that you spent a decent amount of time with, but when he was admitted to the driver's academy he had to move to england. he abandoned you.

"i didn't. i never forgot about you. sometimes i still look through the photos we have together because i miss you that much."

you sit up, tears pricking your eyes for the second time that day. "really?"

"yeah. maybe once a week?"

when you look down at logan, you're suddenly starstruck. you can't help but notice all of his little features that you wouldn't see if you didn't know to look for them. his freckles that are so light you'd have to squint to see them if you didn't know them like the back of your hand. the mole on his chin that he'd always been self-conscious about but you've always seen it as beautiful. the lines from where his eyes crinkle when he smiles. the annoyingly perfect flop of his hair that he's styled almost the exact same way since you started high school together. an urge you haven't felt in years suddenly bubbles, white-hot in the pit of your stomach, and it's boiling over before you can stop it. your eyes are closed and your lips are on his. finally. after years of wanting, of stares that lasted just a bit too long to be just friendly, of flushed faces and nervous excuses, you're finally kissing him.

but he's not kissing you back.

you pull back immediately, panicked that you read something wrong. you turn away, hiding your face in your hands out of shame. "shit, logan, i'm so sorry. i thought-"

"kiss me again." logan sits up, and when you turn around, the look he's giving you can only be described as completely and entirely fucked. you don't question his statement, just lean forward, placing your lips on his, and letting yourself melt. he moans softly into the kiss, his right arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer. when you pull away and open your eyes, your breath catches in your throat. he looks beautiful. his eyes remain closed, but when they flutter open, you see colors in them that you've never seen before. sure, you've always seen the darker rim of blue that outlines his irises, but now that you're so close to him, you can see the flecks of green and grey in them. it's the most stunning thing you've ever seen.

eventually, you break the silence between the two of you. "i've wanted to kiss you for so long," you whisper, so quiet you're not sure logan heard it.

but he did.

"me, too," he says, and after a beat of silence between you two, you both burst out laughing. the laugh he hears from you is the pure, bright laugh that logan's missed so dearly, the laugh that you only really let him hear. the laugh that has tears in your eyes and makes you snort because you're laughing so hard you can't even breathe properly.

eventually, when you're able to calm down, your head resting on logan's shoulder, your hand holding his, you're able to process what just happened. you just hope logan is processing it, too.

"we just kissed."

"yes. we did."

"how long have you held out on me?"

"since christmas of sophomore year. when you made me the chevron bracelet with my favorite colors."

you laugh, then lift your head to look at him. "i fell for you in october of that year. when you convinced your mom to drive two and a half hours for the marching band state finals. just so you could be there with me."

"god, we're idiots," logan laughs. you can't help but lean forward and press another kiss to his lips, lingering there and just breathing him in.

existing.

say it's unforgivable

the next two days fly by. thursday, you spend the day with your mother. she asks all sorts of questions as if she doesn't know the answers, and you answer each one with a smile on your face. when she asks about logan, you smile sheepishly. she figures out what the smile means.

"took you two long enough."

normally you'd still be in bed at 9:30 am on a friday, but today, you walk into the miami paddock clutching logan's hand for dear life. your neon green pass hangs from your neck, a white williams cap atop your head. you can't help but feel out of place, but someone calls logan's name and you both turn. your stomach drops when you see who's called his name. his hair is styled similarly to logan's, and he sports a papaya polo.

you'd know him anywhere. it's oscar piastri.

you're standing there a bit awkwardly as logan greets his friend, but your heart stops when oscar turns to you. "oscar, this is my girlfriend." he introduces you by your name to the mclaren driver and you wipe your hands on your denim shorts before shaking his hand firmly, exchanging "nice to meet you"s. the three of you chat for a few minutes before oscar is summoned by his pr manager.

"girlfriend, huh?" you look up at logan with a smile on your face, lacing his fingers with yours.

"i didn't mean to overstep, but i kind of assumed that's what this is now. is it?" he looks a bit nervous asking that, and if you thought your love for him couldn't grow any more, you thought wrong.

"that's absolutely what we are, lo. you're my boyfriend. i'm your girlfriend." you can tell just how hard logan's trying to not let the smile on his face show just how happy he is to hear you say that, and you stand on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips briefly. "you have a prep meeting to get to, don't you?"

"i do. come with me, though. i need to introduce you to alex and lily. she can show you around."

"sounds like a plan. i need to learn how to do all of..." you gesture around you, the white tents and media carts all seeming suddenly too intimidating. "...this."

logan laughs, placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the williams hospitality. when you're next to him, though, despite the cameras around you and your proximity to some of the world's biggest stars, you feel safe and protected.

after meeting logan's teammate and the thai driver's girlfriend, who you quickly realize is one of the sweetest people you've ever had the pleasure of meeting, you're shown around the williams hospitality and, eventually, the paddock. lily introduces you to the other drivers' wives and girlfriends that have made it to the weekend, and when you hear a certain last name, your ears perk up.

"martinez? is she latina?"

"yeah," kika, pierre's girlfriend, says. "she's checo's wife. i'm pretty sure she's in the red bull hospitality right now, though."

"ah, speak of the devil," lily says. you see carola walking up to the five of you, alexandra ("please, honey, call me alex," she'd said, bringing you in for a kiss on your cheek,) having walked away to get a drink and escape into the sweet air conditioning. "carola, there's a new couple on the paddock."

"you're kidding," the latina answers, her accent apparent. "who?"

"logan found himself a girlfriend. allow me to introduce her." lily turns to you and introduces you by your full name, last name and all. it seems that carola has a similar reaction to your last name as you did to hers, and her head tilts to the side.

"ya no eres la única mexicana aquí," you say, and her eyebrows raise. (you aren't the only mexican here anymore.)

"hablas español, también?" (you speak spanish, too?) when you nod, her smile brightens. "hay, chica, creo que nosotras dos nos vamos a llevar muy bien." (oh, girl, i think we're going to get along very well.)

on saturday, you find yourself back in the williams motorhome, except this time, you wear a second badge, the neon green lanyard reading grid access in bold black lettering. like the day before, you clutch logan's hand for your own comfort until, much to your dismay, he's summoned for driver duties. you place a quick kiss on his cheek, and when you pull back, you aren't sure if the flush on his cheeks is from the affection or the miami heat. probably both.

"in case i don't see you before sprint. for luck."

"oh, you'll be in the garage. that's what this pass is for," logan says, holding your second badge in front of your face. "lily will show you where to go. i'll take a kiss anyways, though." you smile, stand on your toes, and kiss him, pulling back before he can wrap an arm around your waist. (that was a trick he very much enjoyed, as you'd learned the night before. there was something in him that needed you as close to him as possible, and it covered every nerve ending in your body in liquid fire.)

"off you go. you need to get race ready. i'll see you before you go out on the grid. don't worry." you gently shove him away with a smile, and you'd stare at him longer if your ankles weren't suddenly being attacked. you look down and squeal. "hi, leo! did your dad let you run free?" you squat down and scratch the mini daschund behind his disproportionally large ears, and he barks excitedly.

someone curses in french to your right, and you look up from the little golden ball of energy to see none other than charles leclerc frantically searching around. leo barks again, and the monégasque whips around, then locks eyes on you first, then his dog.

"merde, leo. you have too much energy for it being this early in the morning," he laughs as he walks over to you.

"i apologize, it appears i've unintentionally kidnapped your dog." you stand, and leo jumps at your calves again.

"ah, no harm, no foul," charles replies, picking up his dog and holding him close to his chest. "i will say, though, you look strangely familiar. have we met? my name is charles."

"we have not." you extend your hand and offer your name, and, when charles' eyebrows furrow and his head tilts in confusion, you realize that means nothing to him. "i'm logan's girlfriend."

"ah! yes, of course! he has a photo of the two of you at your high school graduation in his wallet. that's where i knew you from. well, it's nice to meet you!" that was news to you. logan has a picture of you in his wallet? either way, you just casually met one of the most famous people in the world like it was a standard tuesday.

if this is what i signed up for by being logan's girlfriend, then it is absolutely wild.

you're able to catch another good luck kiss with logan as he's almost fully suited up, and fuck, does he look good. his fireproof suit hangs low on his hips, the arms tied together in front of him. dark blue is a good color on him, and his facial hair is grown out in just the slightest. you can't lie, he looks hot as hell.

you cross your legs in an attempt to curb the heat that creeps down your tummy and between them. it doesn't work.

you amend it that night in logan's hotel room following his p10 in the sprint.

on sunday, you try to avoid thinking about the night before as you follow the same routine as the two days before- arriving early in the day, checking in at the williams motorhome, and then killing time until the driver's parade at 2:00 PM. you spend time with your new group of friends, spending the three remaining hours before the parade in the paddock club. rebecca, carlos' girlfriend, snickers at your shocked face when you see some of your idols and favorite celebrities casually walking around, gladly taking some photos for you as you're practically buzzing with excitement.

after the driver's parade, it's a whirlwind. you're swept back into the williams garage and find logan's driver's room relatively easily thanks to the help of some of the engineers and mechanics, but one of them stops you before you can venture too far into the depths of the hallways.

"could you tell him we have the pre-race strategy meeting in twenty minutes?"

"yeah, for sure." as you approach logan's door, you have to bite down on your lower lip to stifle the grin that wants to split your face. you knock on his door, and when he opens it, you know something's wrong. "lo, are you okay?" his eyes are red and his hand shakes on the doorknob. instead of a verbal response, he just opens the door a bit further to let you in, and, as soon as it shuts behind you, he sobs, and your heart shatters.

"i'm so scared. i'm so scared that something's going to happen and i'm going to let all of these people down and-" you gather him into your arms and he cries into the crook of your neck, your williams crewneck shirt now damp with his tears. you couldn't care less.

"you're going to do amazing, logie. i know you will." with your arms wrapped around him, it's almost like a weighted blanket of safety has encompassed him, and his sobs slow, his breaths growing deeper and more even. you continue murmuring words of confidence into his shoulder, and not a single word you say is empty.

"hey. look at me." you lean back and gently cup his cheek with your right palm, and when his eyes meet yours, you know that he needed to cry that one out. "do you feel a little bit better?" logan nods, tilting his head ever so slightly to kiss your palm, his own hand coming up to rest over yours. it's a cute, sappy, stupidly romantic moment that you from three weeks ago would've probably thought was the grossest thing known to mankind, but you can't help but bask in the moment. "is there anything i can do to help you feel better right now?" your voice is a soothing balm over logan's agitated nerves, and he slowly untangles himself from you and guides you over to the couch that's against the back wall, where he sits down and you curl up to his left side.

"can you just... talk? about anything?"

"are you seriously asking if me, the person with the most rampant adhd you've ever met, can talk about something? yes, logan, i absolutely can. what to talk about, though?"

as you talk, deciding to info dump about your favorite classical music piece, logan can't help but watch it unfold. he doesn't know jack shit about music theory, but listening to you ramble about something you're passionate about brings him so much peace. you're disturbed about fifteen minutes later by a knock at the door, promptly followed by a disembodied voice telling logan that it was time for the strategy meeting.

"aw, shit," he says, leaning his head back and rubbing at his eyes. "i have that to go to now."

"yeah, sorry. i was supposed to tell you about that but we had a bigger problem on our hands." your voice is sheepish now that your info dump has been cut short, but logan leans over to you and kisses you, soft and slow, just like the first time he kissed you properly in the park. when he pulls away, he looks so much calmer than he was twenty minutes before. "is there anything else i can do?"

"go have some fun in the paddock. and please drink some water." you roll your eyes and stand, bringing him in for another hug before you slip out of the door.

almost two hours later, you're back in the williams garage with a guest headset over your ears. your stomach twists with nerves as the national anthem concludes. lily's hand is clasped with yours.

"the first lap is the worst. after that, you lose a lot of the anxiety," she assures you, noticing how you chew your lower lip.

"thanks." you pause for a moment, contemplating another question. "does it ever get easier? seeing how they go out there and drive like absolute maniacs for fun?"

"it does. it took me a couple of months, but after alex showed me all of the safety features in the car and in his fireproofs, it definitely helped."

it's the moment you've been dreading.

one red light.

two.

three.

four.

five.

and then none.

the engines roar and the race has begun. lily didn't lie to you- the first lap is excruciatingly long, but when everyone's completed their first loop around the circuit, you let yourself breathe. your eyes are trained on the screen above you, and the laps are flying by so quickly that you barely process that the race is nearly halfway over.

but then logan's car is in the wall. fuck.

as you watch the replay of his crash, you can feel white-hot rage burning in your body. after the race stewards only declare a ten-second penalty and two super license points, though, you're fuming. "two penalty points and a ten-second penalty? magnussen caused logan's race to end, and they just let him go? they just forgive him and move on? how can he get away with that? this is bullshit!"

what a crash, what a rush

the first person logan looks for when he walks back into the williams garage, his visor still low over his eyes in shame, is you. when you see him walking towards the room where you and lily watch the race, you tear the headset off of your ears and run to him. the feeling of his arms wrapping around your shoulders and hearing his heartbeat even through your musician's earplugs soothes your agitated nerves. he's okay. he's alive. he isn't hurt. "thank fuck you're okay," you say, even though he definitely can't hear you through his helmet and over the roar of passing engines. when you pull away, you press a kiss to his knuckles and hope he understands how much love you're trying to convey through such a small gesture.

fuck me up, florida!

one of logan's best friends on the grid is oscar. oscar's teammate got his maiden win after almost five years of waiting in miami.

like any sensible person, you celebrate with him.

you have no idea what the name of the club is, much less how many drinks you've had so far, but what you do know is that lando has commandeered the dj station and logan is pressed against your back, his hands resting on your hips. the air is hot and thick, your heartbeat pounds in your head. the opening notes of bad bunny's tití me preguntó begin playing through the massive speakers, and you shoot a glare up to lando that he doesn't see, his focus instead on the equipment in front of him. when the bass hits, though, you let all apprehensiveness go and your genetics take the reins. your hips sway and swing to the beat, your hands wander up and down your torso, and logan simply follows your lead. it takes you a moment to realize that, if you want to get a rise out of him, you're going to have to spin around and face him.

with your hips swaying against his and how unbearably beautiful you look in the dim light, your skin glowing with sweat and your hair up in a high ponytail, logan can't help but lean down and kiss you when you finally turn around. you reciprocate gladly, your right leg slotting between both of his, and...

oh.

oh.

he's hard.

you pull away slightly, barely an inch between your lips. "slow your roll there, tiger."

"i don't want to." fire zips down your spine at the sound of his voice, low and breathy and so, so desperate. "need to fuck you."

"should we get outta here, then?"

"i thought you'd never ask." you smile and kiss him quickly, then take his hand and weave your way through the crowded dance floor. as the miami night air hits your face, you immediately feel cooler. you sigh, taking a moment to breathe and regulate your heart rate and body temperature, but you can't breathe for that long before logan wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back against him and kissing your neck. you laugh, running your hands along his forearms.

"logan, not here. the hotel is two blocks away."

"i can't help it, baby, you just look so pretty," he hums, kissing the back of your neck once more before pulling away and stepping around to face you. "you look so pretty, and you're mine."

his possessiveness of you makes more heat zip down your spine, and you almost drool at how he's looking at you. his eyes, normally a beautiful mix between the blues of the sky and sea, ar"e almost completely dark, only a small sliver of his irises remaining, and the muscles in his jaw tick. "hotel. now."

by the time you reach the door to logan's hotel room, you're both out of breath from how hard he kissed you in the elevator and the arousal and need between your legs won't be stopped unless he replaces it. you stumble through the door and try to kiss logan again, matching the vigor he showed you in the elevator, but he stops you. "wanna take my time with you tonight."

"yeah?" you raise an eyebrow and inspect his face. the blinds are open but no lights are on, so all you can see is the side of his face that's illuminated by the lights from the streets of miami. it's an unusually beautiful sight.

"yeah. nothing about what i'm about to do to you is going to be fast. i'm gonna make you feel good tonight. how's that sound?"

"that sounds amazing, logan." you lean forward and kiss him gently, your lips slotting together as if you were made for each other. who knows, maybe you were. the next five minutes are a blur, but before you know it, you're laying back against the pillows on logan's bed and his face is buried between your thighs, his tongue working magic on your clit. the air in the hotel room is filled with your moans and the sounds of logan devouring you like a man starved, and it's the most beautiful mix of sounds you've ever heard. when he flicks his tongue oh-so-perfectly against your entrance, his nose brushing over your clit, you moan and pull his hair hard, which, in turn, makes him moan against you.

you aren't sure how much time passes or how many orgasms logan pulls from you with just his tongue and his fingers, but when you feel completely and entirely spent, your chest heaving and your hairline sparkling with tiny beads of sweat, you pull logan up to you by his shoulders, and he looks completely and entirely fucked. "need you inside of me," you mumble, wiping at the mix of spit and cum that coats the entire bottom half of his face with your thumbs. as if on instinct, you bring your hands to your mouth and lick them clean, and logan groans at the sight. "inside. now."

"as you wish, baby." logan's hands fumble at his boxers, the only item of clothing he was left wearing, and when he finally, finally pushes himself into you, you both moan. your hands scrabble at his shoulders and back, most definitely leaving red marks that will raise later, and his mouth latches onto your neck, biting down and then gently kissing over the red spot.

"nngh, lo-" your brain is short circuiting, logan's cock filling you up so perfectly and absolutely ruining you for any other man ever.

"yeah? you okay, baby?" he pulls back from your neck and scans your face for any sign of discomfort of pain, his sky blue eyes searching your own. the feeling of safety you get from just that one action is almost enough to make you sob from how good you feel because of him, both physically and emotionally.

"feels so good, lo. j'st... move, please."

"you sure? i don't wanna hurt you."

"positive. now please." you reach a hand up and pull him down towards you by the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling hard. "fuck me properly." without wasting a second, logan reaches a hand down and hooks it under your left thigh, bringing your leg up to rest around his waist, then pulling back and thrusting back in fast. the moan that rips itself from your throat is sinful, and your breath is being punched from your lungs at the downright brutal pace logan's setting. your right leg finds itself locking around his waist, only bringing him infinitely closer, and now, each time he thrusts back into you, your clit bumps against his pelvis. within minutes, you're embarrassingly close to cumming again, and through your garbled mumbling and clawing at his shoulders, he understands, reaching his right hand down to gently press against your clit.

"cum for me, baby, please, need to feel you cum for me just one more time, just let go, i've got you." it's logan's voice that ultimately sends you pummelling over the edge into an orgasm that makes your back arch and your vision fuzz at the edges, and you cum with a cry of his name. his hips slow and his fingers maintain a steady rhythm on your clit, but you can tell it's taking its toll on him. "where- where do you want me to cum?"

"i'm on the pill, lo. inside, baby, please," you whine, and it takes two more thrusts before logan groans, his hips coming to a shuddering halt as he cums inside of you. it's a beautiful sight, too- his eyes scrunched closed and his eyebrows drawn together, his hair a complete mess from where your hands had pulled at it. your hands run through his hair and along his back, and you patiently wait as he comes back to earth.

"hi," he murmurs, opening his eyes and smiling down at you.

"hi," you respond.

no other words need to be said. you know you love him, and he knows he loves you.

and you're both okay with that.

this took me way longer to write than i thought it would, but i absolutely love it! reminder that my asks and requests are open, and i always get excited when i get feedback! take care of urselves lovies <3

[imaginespazzi]

Our Little Corner of Eternity

A little peek into what happens after they find eternity

(In which an angst writer realizes maybe she kind of enjoys writing fluff and this is the outcome)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd

Themes: Fluff, fluff and more fluff

Words: 2.0K

TW: Explicit-ish sexual content (right at the beginning if you want to skip like 10 line dents to avoid it)

A/N: Hello my lovelies <3 We're gonna keep doing these here because I think it works better. Anyways, I know I said I'd give y'all part 1 of the UCLA fic as "pick me up" and I tried so hard to finish it last night but everything I wrote was just so meh and I kinda need that series to be exactly what I want it to be. So instead y'all get an actual "pick me up" in the form of a Here's To Eternity epilogue/Valentine's day (week?) fic with fluffy happiness and cute little kids. Can y'all believe I chose to write fluff instead of angst? Like who am I? Anyways I wrote this all last night and so the editing exists but is *minimal* and so absolutely tell me any mistakes. One day I'll stop doing long author's notes I swear. Anyways (take a shot every time I say that), I hope y'all enjoy this and hopefully y'all get part 1 soon too! <3

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“Happy Valentine’s day baby,” a voice whispers into Paige’s ears, followed by a litany of kisses being peppered onto her skin, starting at her cheeks and then to her neck. She smiles, eyes still closed, relishing the feeling of getting a rare quiet morning in her wife’s arms. Her hands come up to hold Azzi’s hips as she straddles her thighs. A low whine escapes her lips, when the younger woman bites against her shoulder, hands moving to caress Paige’s exposed stomach, fingers dancing experimentally against the waistband of boxers. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Paige warns; she doesn’t mean it one bit. 

“Who said I couldn’t finish it?” her wife retorts snarkily and Paige can hear the smirk in her voice, “when have I ever left you unfinished.”

Azzi continues to tease, sucking marks into Paige necks, her hands creeping into Paige boxers, hovering but not touching. Anticipation burns in her core as Paige thrusts against the brunette’s still fingers, trying to create the friction she’s desperately craving. 

“So wet for me already,” Azzi whispers, nibbling at Paige’s earlobe “but you have to ask for what you want sweetheart.”

She brushes her fingers lightly against the exact spot she knows Paige wants them, feather light and not anywhere near as hard or fast as the blonde needs it and is rewarded with a breathy moan. 

“Words baby, words,” Azzi presses her fingers a little harder as she places a kiss on the edge of Paige’s lips. She moves away immediately when the older woman tries to pull her into an actual kiss, giggling when Paige pouts, “morning breath.” 

“I hate you,” the blond breathes out, still not opening her eyes

“Do you now?” Azzi teases, finally swirling a finger inside, arching it just right and the sound Paige lets out is practically pornographic. 

She’s about to give in and beg like she knows Azzi has been waiting for her to do when a loud knock on the door throws any chance of morning sex out the window. 

“Mommy? Mama?” a small voice calls out. It’s almost offending the speed with which Azzi climbs off of her, immediately rushing into their ensuite bathroom to clean off her fingers. Paige groans at the loss of contact, eyes finally opening. 

“Maybe if we don’t say anything they’ll leave,” she says petulantly. 

“MOMMY? MAMA?” there’s two voices now, both screaming at the top of their lungs. 

“We’re sleeping,” Paige yells back but she can’t help the fond smile that appears on her face. 

“I swear I have three children,” Azzi mutters under her breath, as she reappears from the bathroom, shooting Paige a disapproving glance. Her wife raises her hands in mock surrender as she finally sits up. Shaking her head at Paige’s smirk, Azzi opens the door to reveal the two tiny little humans that she’s still a little shocked to say are her children. 

“Mommy,” the two of them squeal, grabby hands wrapping around Azzi’s knees and she can’t help but laught. She’s loved a lot of people in her life, her parents, her brothers, Paige but the love she feels for her twins, it’s a whole other level. She'd die for them in a heartbeat and if necessary, she’d kill the whole world for them. 

Paige’s heart swells as she watches Azzi fall to her knees and wrap their twins in a bear hug, pressing kisses that elicit happy giggles all over their chubby cheeks. She’s been lucky enough to earn plenty of accolades and awards but the three people tangled in a mess of limbs on her bedroom floor, this is her greatest gift.

“Guess you’ve all forgotten me,” Paige pouts, from where she’s still sprawled in the bed. That’s all it takes for the two children to catapult onto the bed, both of them jumping on top of Paige, their combined weight causing her to fall back down and laughter echoes through the bedroom. 

“We could never forget you Mama,” Sienna says diligently and she has a lisp from her first tooth falling out. Miles doesn’t say anything, simply burrowing his head further into Paige’s neck but she can feel him smiling against her skin. 

“Because I’m your favourite right?” Paige asks, voice very serious and it earns her an eye roll from Azzi. 

“Silly Mama,” Sienna shakes her head, tiny hands framing her mother’s face, “you can’t have a favourite mom.”

Azzi ruffles her daughter’s hair, coming to sit beside the three of them, “you’re so smart Si.”

“And me Mommy?” Miles peeks out from Paige’s neck, looking expectantly at his other mother. 

“You too Mi,” Azzi assures fondly. 

It’s funny how the couple of minutes of age difference between the twins shows so clearly sometimes. Sienna, the older one, always acts just a little bit wiser. Paige’s mom says she’s five going on fifty. And Miles is still a baby, one hand always attached to one of his mother’s as he watches his sister run wild. They couldn’t be more opposite. They couldn’t be more like a little part of Paige and Azzi. 

“We have a gift for you Mama,” Sienna says proudly jutting out her chest. Out of the corner of her eye, Paige can see Azzi grinning and her curiosity keens. 

“For me?” Paige pulls herself up, bringing her son who’s still clinging to her neck up with her, “what for darling?”

This time it’s Miles who replies matter-of-factly, “because it’s Valentine’s day Mama. And we love you.”

It shouldn’t affect her this much anymore, her son telling her he loves her. Miles has said it to her plenty of times at this point but each time he does, Paige feels her heart burst open in happiness. 

“Well, where is it?” she asks, pretending to search for it under Miles’s shirt and then behind Sienna’s ear. It earns her a shriek of laughter and to top it off, a radiant smile from her wife. 

“Go get it Si,” Azzi urges and obediently Sienna does as she’s told. 

“You know what it is?” Paige asks, raising her eyebrows. All she gets is a conspiratorial wink. 

“It’s a surprise Mama, Mommy can’t tell you,” Miles warns and Azzi immediately puts a hand to her lips and nods. 

It doesn’t take long for Sienna to come skipping back in. In her hands is a neatly wrapped box with a bow in it. It’s relatively small and Paige truly has no idea what it could potentially be but she knows she’ll love it no matter what. 

Sienna bounces back onto the bed, the spring of it all almost causing her to tumble backwards but Azzi’s instincts are far too sharpened to let that happen. She protectively pulls her daughter onto her lap, pressing a kiss against her temple. Of course they don’t have favourites but still it’s not hard to see how Sienna gravitates a little towards Azzi and Miles gravitates towards Paige. Azzi theorises it's probably because Miles is a little more like her and Sienna’s a little more like Paige. 

“Alright,” Paige says excitedly, as Sienna carefully hands her the present, “let’s see what this is.”

Two pairs of big doey bright eyes watch with bated breath as their mother carefully unwraps their present. The wrapping paper falls away to reveal a box covered in pictures of their family. There's pictures of her and Azzi, and pictures of them with the twins. Paige lets out a soft sob, as she realises by the slight messiness of it all that Miles and Sienna were clearly the ones to glue them onto the box. The little bits of glitter and stickers peeking out against the photographs gives it away. 

“You guys,” she whispers, “this is beautiful. I love it. Thank you.”

“You have to open it,” Sienna replies excitedly and Paige does as she’s told. She flips the lid open and gasps, eyes immediately darting towards Azzi. Her wife’s eyes are already moist as she smiles back softly. 

In the box is a set of four rings. Two large ones and two tiny ones. Not just any rings. Perfect replicas of that stupid ugly beautiful pink ring that Azzi had won at the pop-a-shot back when they were fifteen. And when she looks at them closer, Paige realises, her heart catching in her throat, that one of them isn’t a replica. It’s slightly rusted around the edges and Paige knows immediately that it’s the first ring she’d ever placed on Azzi’s fingers. 

“Baby,” she breathes, looking up at Azzi at a loss for what to say. A thousand and one memories are swirling in her head, all captioned with the thought of how did I get so lucky. 

“There’s four Mama,” Miles interrupts before Paige can say anything, “one for you, one for Mommy, one for Si and one for me!”

Paige lets out a tearful laugh at her son’s excitement as he points at each of them one by one, “I can see that Mi.”

“You have to put them on us,” Sienna tells her before thrusting her tiny hand out, “and then we’re gonna be connected for life.”

“We’re already connected for life you goof,” Paige says, as she slides one of the rings onto Sienna’s finger and then presses a kiss onto the younger girl’s palms. She turns to Miles and repeats the same actions. 

“Me first,” Azzi says when Paige turns to her, “you got to do it first when we got married.”

“It’s not a competition Az.”

“Says you,” Azzi smirks, before she grabs Paige’s hand and places the ring on her left hand, right above her actual wedding ring, “perfect.”

“You’re so cheesy. I can’t believe you kept it,” Paige says, her eyes shining as she slides the old ring onto Azzi’s ring finger. 

“It’s my engagement ring. Of course I kept it,” Azzi says with such sincerity, that Paige can’t help but lean over and kiss her. 

A chorus of “ew” breaks them apart and they’re met with two children and their crinkled noses. 

“Hmm what have I said about interrupting Mama and Mommy?” Paige asks sternly. 

“Not to do it,” the twins recite in unison. 

Paige turns to Azzi with a knowing smile, “do you think they’ve learned that Az?”

“You know what babe, I don’t think they have.”

“And what happens to children who don’t learn their lessons?” this time they both look at their children with matching grins. 

“They get TICKLED,” Paige and Azzi yell in unison. Miles and Sienna squeal with laughter as their mothers flip them onto the bed, poking at their stomachs. And it’s unclear whose hand is whose and whose legs are whose as the four of them become a pile of bodies, all of them meshing into one. 

“Okay, okay I think,” Azzi’s the first one to recover as always, “we should have pancakes for breakfast.”

“In heart shapes!” the twins squeal in unison. 

“Of course. How about the two of you go and brush your teeth and Mama and I will be down in a second okay?”

Miles and Sienna nod before jumping out of bed at their mother’s command. They sing some ridiculously out-of-tune song about pancakes as they skip out of the room. Immediately, Paige pulls Azzi back into her, slotting their legs together.

“You still owe me an orgasm.”

Azzi smiles, pressing her lips to Paige’s and then pulling away far too quickly, “I’ll give you plenty tonight. But you better match each one wifey.”

“You know I will,” Paige smirks, bringing her wife in for one last kiss before they both get up, ready for a not-so-quiet morning with their kind. 

Valentine’s day used to be different. Sometimes they never got out of bed. Sometimes they spent the day in another country. Sometimes they went on extravagant dates that felt straight out of a movie. Now, well, they’ll make pancakes with their kids and then probably watch some terrible children’s show that they’ve both, unfortunately, memorized the dialogues of. And in between, they’ll probably fall asleep on the couch and wake up to little guilty faces informing them about a spilled drink or a broken object. But it’s perfect really. As long as it’s the four of them and their little corner of eternity.

[ikamigami]

Ah, people are upset that Sun went to watch a movie with Earth while Moon is locked..

Imagine that maybe it's hard for Sun to confront Moon because of the trauma.. like I think that this is a pretty good reason for why Sun wants to take a bit of time to let his mind wander a bit before he'll talk to Moon..

Old Moon's excuse for not talking to Sun was awful garbage.. I'm sorry cause he was trying to push this all on being socially inept, my ass..

I refuse to think that Sun won't talk with Moon like.. even if Sun has every right to just not face Moon at all but I bet he won't leave Moon.. he won't abandon him cause remember how few episodes ago he told Jack and computer that he'll stop Moon no matter what?

Y'all just really want Moon to have it the worst, don't you? It's a little bit funny considering how people were reacting to me being worried about Sun..

I always believed in Sun even if everyone hated him and were saying that he'll become evil villain or some other shit.. and I'll be always believing in Sun even if I'd be alone in this..

Also it's so funny that I always tried to see good in Old Moon and I was always saying that he loves Sun and he isn't a monster but he was very abusive towards Sun.. and yet people act like Sun never loved New Moon even though like he tried to sacrifice himself for him when they tried to get rid of Eclipse or he was very worried that Moon is dead when they were in Ruin's dimension or he still tried to stir Moon away from violence but I guess some of you just don't hacking care..

Even if I was also saying that Moon is doing all of this for Sun but no, you just always has to ignore Sun, right? Even if Sun tried to tell Moon that no one expects him to succeed in bringing Solar back and he tried to comfort Moon when he had mental breakdown and he stayed at home because he knew that Moon has Solar and they'll be able to get things done and he also didn't want to be a burden cause he knows that he wouldn't be able to help them - and also they really make it clear that Sun can't help them that much - and he asked Moon if he get enough sleep, he even questioned Moon's honesty but he trusted Moon..

Because Moon proved himself to be better than Old Moon.. and Sun realized that he can trust Moon.. so that's why he was thinking that he has paranoia that Moon might be reverting to acting like Old Moon.. because he didn't want to jump to conclusion before evidence..

I really can't with some of you..

But anyway.. the thing I'm hoping for when Sun will talk with Moon (because he will talk to him) it's that maybe he'll try to open up to Moon about his own situation from last year.. cause maybe it'll help.. but we shall see..

Also another thing.. do you realize that maybe Sun just let Earth and Lunar talk their minds about this situation cause he knows that it's bad to bottle it.. I don't think that Sun agrees with Lunar on Moon not being their brother.. but I think that Sun just tries to hold his family together.. cause someone has to..

But yes, it's better to just jump at Sun for trying his best to keep his family together..

I won't throw rocks at the show for something that didn't happen yet.. if everyone will truly abandon Moon which I doubt then I'll definitely speak up about it..

Also y'all really liked to say that cringe dimension is somewhat a proof of solarmoon.. but y'all refuse to see that Sun is the only one who didn't leave Moon there..

Because Sun is like that.. he loves Moon dearly and he won't abandon him.. and I wish that more people could see things for how they are..

[crow-withaphone]

Hello hello I'm thinking about @triple-starsss Band AU again but this time I'm gonna rant about my 2 AM thoughts cause I can't sleep and I dont wanna bother anyone rn jshsj, sorry people you gotta deal with my brainrot now :3

Under the cut- Crow rants about Nova, Surge and Kit's band from their Project Starkiller AU if they were in this T.S AU.

Please keep in mind this is a big ol ✨ What If ✨ scenario, I'm just airing out my festering thoughts

The au in general is very fun and I love it very much. I wanna take the whole AU, put it in a jar and shake it around /aff

Now, as far as I'm aware Vix (the AU's creator) said surge and kit won't be prominent in the au to not give T.S too many rivals (understandable) upon reading this I thought "kinda funny that in my AU they already have a little band with Nova.. waitaminute-

SO since this au is kinda more realistic, Surge and Kit are not lab experiments, just two orphans with way too much emotional turmoil and inner resentment, y'know, for the plot /j. Same thing for Nova except she's not an orphan, she's a home runaway (for context, Nova the Cat is from my AU, Project Starkiller, she's an escapee from a lab in another dimension) Thanks to their similarities, being alone and angry at the world, the trio gets along and ends up sticking together.

Personally I'd have Surge aged up so she's old enough to keep a job and a small apartment so they're not. Y'know. On the streets. Surge is doing her best to provide for them, but it's hard. Nova would be the one to convince them to try starting a "band," not really expecting it to go anywhere, she already brought her guitar with her when she ran away from home anyway so, hey, why not give it a try? Surge agrees because she just wants to yell a lot, and Kit agrees because Surge agrees.

I think it'd be good for them all as a coping mechanism, Kit gets to hit stuff, Surge, of course, gets to yell, and Nova's already doing the one thing she enjoys.

Now, at first they are!! Not good!! At all!! They have very cheap equipment and Surge & Kit are newbies, Nova is an okayish teacher but she's also!! A child!! A child prodigy, sure, but a child nonetheless. As they get better they start posting their songs and covers on.. whatever the Mobius version of YouTube is. Some people like their stuff, and thus starts their lil' YouTube career /hj

Edit: I should probably mention that they aren't rivals of the triple stars band or Metallic Madness- Nova is inspired by them both, Surge kinda hates them both for. Some reason. (Bad vibes ig) And Kit is kinda indifferent

Stars (pun not intended) I hope this made at least a little bit of sense. Iii'm gonna stop ranting now cause it's 3 AM and I need sleep. I'm gonna find this in the morning and probably regret posting it, but for now I am shameless. Hope y'all don't mind this long rant, gotta get my thoughts out somewhere.

And hey, if y'all are interested I'll definitely rant about it more cause this au drives me insane and I highly suggest you go check it out if you haven't

Okay I'm actually done ranting now, gnight creatures within my phone

[mrs-monaghan]

Look. The difference is that everyone can agree on what tae said but not everyone can agree on what jk said. So tkkrs are happy because taekook will be together soon and tae confirmed that, and jkkrs are happy because of "unclear" words said by jk. So it's clear what ship is real and what ship is just a fantasy. Just saying.

First of all, staykooker, its not unclear. Just because ONE Karmy homophobic JK solo hates Kjikookers, doesn't mean that Kjikookers are wrong. Even the JK solos who came to correct the translation agreed JK was talking about Jimin.

At the end of the day, JK said while adjusting the lamp, that Jimin is the one who changed the position of said lamp, before going to England. First wrong translation suggested JK brought Bam home to see Jimin before he went to England.

You're coming here to gloat about V saying something unsubstantiated. Because we dk if they did meet up at all in the end. You, are counting your chicks before they hatch.

We, on the other hand have CONFIRMATION that Jikook were together the night before Jimin went to England. Thats a fact 💯 First inaccurate translation and the second translation corrected by other Kjikookers and Karmy JK solos, both state that Jikook were together. Period.

So when I weigh what I have and when I weigh what you have which is essentially nothing, I'm sorry but my load is heavier 🤷🏽‍♀️

But dw. I know why you're here. Y'all just can't get enough of Jikook moments so, I'll share with you one of my favourites involving our president himself.

See, Jhope loves Jikook and he is very invested in their relationship. Maybe even more than we are. Why do I say this you ask? Sure. Let's take a look.

Bon voyage season 3 episode 6. We know all about V sleeping upside down and cuddling JK's feet in his sleep.

Jhope walks in and he is shocked to say the least. He wonders why they're sleeping the way that they are.

I think its safe to say its not the skinship that shocked him since the Tannies are always all over eo anyway. So it's the cuddling 'gesture' that he was less than okay with. We know this because he couldn't wait to tattle on JK. He really couldn't wait to bring this up.

He continues to add fuel to the fire about the cuddling.

He wants to make sure Jimin knows exactly what was going on 😂

Now Jimin who's attention has been peaked is kinda shook now and he asks; "what?" And Jhope happily clarifies that yeah, they were cuddling.

But thats not it. He needs to make sure he understands the situation exactly as it happened. Mimi is proper invested now, guys.

His face after this revelation;

One more time the face of the culprit

🤣🤣😂😂 I think its safe to say Jimin doesn't like when JK cuddles other people in his sleep. Which tracks because JK only ever cuddles Jhope (makes sense that the best friend that Jimin trusts explicitly, JK has the green light) and when other members cuddle him u will find JK keeps his hands to himself. Even with Jhope sometimes.

But not to worry. Jimin didn't have an issue once he found out JK wasn't the one doing the cuddling. And they lived happily ever after!

So I'd say this moment goes hand in hand with this post. And I guess Jimin standing and watching Hopekook here makes a little bit more sense? Idk. U judge. It will forever be funny though how JK pretended he wasn't even there. Pretended to be busy and refused to look at Jimin 🤭🤭

Speaking of Jhope being invested in Jikook. Here is a moment I noticed when watching Burn the Stage. Jimin stopped to talk to a member of staff and Jhope stood there watching him.

As u can see V is also talking to them but Jhope doesn't take his eyes off Jimin once

If you have YT premium its here

I've also seen Jhope look at what Jimin is doing when he's talking to other IDOLS or other men/people. Like that popular Jeonlous Taemin moment, if u go rewatch u will notice Jhope also keeping an eye on Jimin and Taemin. And I've seen several times when something is happening with Jimin and some dude, Jhope will turn to look at JK. Like when Jimin was shooting Wonho finger guns. It wasn't just JK watching keenly but Jhope too. So when I watched that part on Burn the Stage it reminded me of those instances.

It's like when you love your bestfriend's boyfriend and u always have to keep an eye when your bestfriend is talking to other people who are not their boyfriend type of thing. Like I said, Jhope is invested in Jikook and he tries to make sure they don't mess up what they've got.

I also mentioned here about Jhope and the way he hugs Jimin; almost like he's preventing their crotches from touching. Also their hugs don't last long at all.

And I show here JK signaling Jimin to get off Jhope and come to him. U can see Jhope noticed 🤭🤭

So to me Jhope knows how JK can be. How many times have we seen JK displace Jhope to be next to Jimin? Latest being the Vminhopekook LV live. JK walked in and made Jhope get off the chair so he could sit next to his man. So yeah, Jhope knows JK very, very well so he's always keeping an eye out for fuckery.

There. Jihope jealous moments explained 😁😁

[miyuhpapayuh]

15. Do you know what today is? It's our anniversary.

"For today's prompt, I want you guys to dig deep. I want this to be about the passion that's in your hearts— whether it be for something you love, someone you love— whatever it is, I need you to put it on paper."

Stevie taps her pen against her cheek twice, before beginning to scribble something down.

Her head may as well have been in the clouds, since today was her and Rod's six month anniversary.

God, time has flown!

Being woken up out of her sleep to a phone call that lasted all of an hour, listening to him explain all the ways that he loved her, was definitely the best way to start her morning— even if it was a tad bit, before the birds woke up, themselves.

Halfway done with her paragraph, the door opens and Miss Johnson clears her throat.

"Well, Stevie, you have a visitor."

Stevie's cheeks immediately turn red. She places her pen down and looks up to see Rod with a bouquet of red roses in his hand.

"Oh my God," she covers her face as a couple of her female classmates giggle.

Quickly standing from her seat, the pair head into the hallway and away from the door.

"Babe," she grabs each side of his face and presses her lips against his, "you're so cute!"

"Would I be cuter if I said, this was just the beginning?" He wiggles his eyebrows, making her laugh.

"What else do you have planned, boy?"

"You'll just have to wait and see," he opens her hand and places the bouquet inside, "I just came by to drop these off, cause I couldn't wait to see your face."

"A whole bouquet, again. I peeped the switch up, babe." She giggles, messing with the petals.

"Well, you deserve more than just one rose, at this point. You deserve more than roses, at this point. I wanted to up my game." He smirks.

"Com'ere." She beckons him with her long, pink fingernail. He happily obliges, pressing his lips back to hers.

"Happy anniversary , beautiful."

"Happy anniversary, baby."

"I'm gettin' lucky, tonight?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Hm... whatchu think?"

He wraps his arms around her waist, going back in for a kiss, sloppy enough to make his entire bottom lip shine in her strawberry lip gloss.

Briefly tugging on his bottom lip, she lets it pop back in place.

“Your lips are shiny." She softly giggles, slowly moving out of his grasp.

"I wear it, proudly." He jokes, releasing her to move back towards the classroom. "I'll see you later."

"Okay," she blows him a kiss as he walks backwards down the hallway.

She heads back into her class, confidently strutting back to her seat as a couple of jealous eyes follow her.

"Hey.... Stevie, right?" The only ginger in her class, whispers from beside her.

Turning towards her left, Stevie gives her a smile. "Yeah. I didn't catch your name..."

"It's Brittany. You and your boyfriend are the cutest couple I've ever seen!"

"Thank you." The blush is still evident on her cheeks.

"Does he have a brother or..." another girl chimes in, causing Stevie to giggle.

"No, but he's got a couple friends!"

"Put us on, girl! We want that mushy love, too!"

"Alright, ladies," Miss Johnson says with a slight smile, "lets refocus."

"Happy anniversary, you dorks." Tyler sits on the opposite side of the table and slides a tray of homemade cupcakes their way.

"Awww, thanks Tyler!" Stevie coos.

Rod pulls the lid off and hums a laugh, staring down at the pink and red cupcakes with tiny stick figure couples drawn on each one.

"Very creative, my g."

"You're welcome! So, what y'all got planned?"

"I'd tell you, but I'd have to kill you." Rod replies, biting into one of the cupcakes.

"And, we know you're a man of his word." Tyler throws her hands up, laughing. Stevie rolls her eyes.

"He's only acting like that, cause it's a surprise."

"Well, it must be something extra special, then."

"It is! She's just gotta trust me and be patient." He scoffs.

"I just wanna know if I should dress up or not."

"Hm.... you actually don't have to. It'd be best to be comfortable."

She raises an eyebrow at him, trying her damnedest to figure out where he's taking her.

"You're not gonna figure it out, babygirl."

"That won't stop her from trying," Tyler wheezes a laugh, watching Stevie's nose wrinkle up.

"Screw the both of you."

"Ooooh, pretty roses and pretty people!" Claire claps at the sight of her favorite couple, besides her own.

"Wassup, clairvoyant!" Rod teases, leaning on the freshly cleaned countertop. Claire sucks her teeth.

"What did I tell you about that nickname?"

"I thought you liked it." He shrugs.

"Her exact words were, what kind of corny ass nickname is that?" Stevie interjects, earning a high five from Claire.

"Nowhere in that, did I hear dislike. I just heard you call me corny." He chuckles.

"Boy," she rolls her eyes, "get your arms off my counter!" She grabs the towel out of her back pocket and swats him with it.

"Yes, boss lady." He salutes her, causing Stevie to snicker.

"You're super annoying, Roderick."

"Alright, Alaina. Keep it up and you won't be going anywhere." He half threatens.

"I don't even know where we're going." She quips.

"And, you won't." He deadpans.

"That's fine. I guess I'll just take back all the things I bought you, then. I've still got the receipts." She blinks, grabbing her apron off the hook.

"Hm." They stare at each other for a solid five seconds, before he cracks a smile. "What you buy, daddy?"

"Oh dear God," Claire balls up a napkin and tosses it at his head, before walking into the back.

"It doesn't matter, cause I'm taking it back."

"Gimme them flowers, then."

She moves them away from him, before he can reach out to grab them.

"No! They're too pretty, babe." He stares at her pouty expression.

"You're such a baby, you know that?"

"I'm your baby, so that makes it okay." She leans on the counter, meeting him halfway for a goodbye kiss.

"Thanks for dropping me off."

"Mm, if we had more time, I woulda did more than drop you off." He kisses her again, muffling her groan.

"The day isn't over, yet."

"Keep talkin' like that and we won't make it out of the house."

"No, we're gonna go wherever it is that you planned."

"You're gonna love it, too."

"You promise?"

"I do." One more kiss and he's backing away from the counter. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"What time do you get off?"

"Six."

"Aight, I'll be here around 5:45."

"Alright."

He heads out of the door and a couple of people head up in his place, along with Alana.

"Hey, beautiful!" She greets Stevie with a kiss on the cheek.

"Wassup, girlfriend?" She replies, before tending to her customers.

"Runnin' a little late, but I'm here." She puts on her apron and pulls a couple of people from Stevie's line into her own.

"Everything alright?" Stevie glances in her direction, before reaching behind her for a napkin to wipe off the cup of coffee.

"Yeah. As soon as I left school, I went straight home and took a nap. I guess I lost track of time."

"Ah," she nods, "I got you. Well, Claire understands, I'm sure."

"Yeah, of course. I just like being punctual, you know?"

"I do." She pats her back.

Back across town, Rod locks his front door and drops the shopping bags onto his hardwood floor.

He heads into his kitchen and slides the buttercream cake into his fridge. As soon as he sits his keys down, the house phone starts ringing.

He immediately answers. "Hey, mama."

"Happy anniversary, baby boy." The boyish grin spreads across his face.

"Thanks, ma."

"What do you have planned for the occasion?"

"I'm taking her to Coney Island."

"Aw, that's cute! I haven't been there in so long. She's gonna love that."

"Man, I hope so. I didn't wanna do the traditional dinner date, like we usually do. I wanted to put some excitement in it."

"You're doing great, dear. Don't sweat it."

"Okay. I've got a few hours to kill, so I might take a nap to kill these nerves—"

"Go smoke a blunt, like you normally do, chile. You'll be fine!" He laughs at her brash response.

"You'd think I was talkin’ to one of my boys, right now.”

She hollers in response. “I'm not that bad, am I?”

“That shit was hella funny, man. But, ima go take a nap, I'll talk to you later."

"Alright, I love ya. Give Stevie my love, too."

"Will do. I love you, too."

"You smoke? Your eyes are red?" She asks, lacing up her orange converses.

"That and I just woke up, not too long ago." He leans against the wall, watching her pull her matching hoodie over her poofy hair.

"You look good." She tugs on her jeans and smiles.

"Thank you. So do you."

Sliding her chapstick in her pocket, she meets him near her bedroom door, staring up at him like a little kid.

"You ready?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

"Duh!"

He chuckles, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the house and into his Jeep.

"I got something for you." He reaches inside his jacket and hands her a blunt.

"You know the way to my heart, don't you." She grabs the lighter out of his glove compartment and sparks it.

"I would hope so. Plus, your gifts are waiting for you on your couch, when we get back."

"Yours are in my room. I'm surprised you weren't peeking around."

"That's cause I know what a surprise is."

"I know what a surprise is, Roderick." She rolls her eyes. "A girl can't be surprised?"

"You checked my pockets as soon as I got in the door!" He chuckles.

"Maybe, I was looking for gum..." she trails off, turning her gaze towards the window, continuing to smoke her blunt.

"Yeah, you knew that sounded stupid, too." He shakes his head.

Roughly an hour later, Rod parks his car down the street from their destination, so Stevie can still be surprised.

"Where are we?" Stevie asks, pulling on the strings of her hoodie.

"We're here." He sarcastically responds, poking her nose.

Her low eyes light up. "Really?"

"Really. Stay put for a second, okay?"

"Okay." She grabs his face and kisses him, causing him to smile against her lips.

Getting out of the car, he opens the back door and grabs his camera, hanging it around his neck by the strap and turning it on.

Pulling the key out of the ignition, he puts it in his pocket, closes his door and heads over to her side, opening her door and focusing the camera on her.

"Aight, babygirl." He holds his hand out for her to grab, but she just looks up goofily at the camera.

"Babe," she giggles and covers her face, "you're taping this?"

"Yes! I gotta get your reaction on camera. Is that okay with you?"

“Of course!”

He reaches out to grab her left hand, pulling her out of the car, closing the door behind her.

"Ugh, you're so cute." He locks the car up and pans the camera down to the linked fingers.

"I love you, Vie."

"I love you too— oh my gosh!"

Releasing his hand, she covers her mouth and stops walking, staring at the carousels, rides, ferris wheel and red and white striped tents ahead.

"You really brought me to Coney Island?" Her voice comes out small as her eyes start to water.

"You like it?" An underlying trace of uncertainty follows his question.

"I love it!”

Forgetting about the camera for a split second, she clings to his body like a second skin, smothering him with her kisses.

"I love you," she kisses his cheek, "I love you so much."

"I know," he proudly shrugs on the outside, while internally thanking God that she actually likes it.

"Come on!" The pair practically run to their unclear destination.

"Where to first, babygirl?"

"Hm... let's go to Luna."

"Lead the way." She cheeses and grabs his hand, heading through the pink and green, wheel- decorated gate. Rod pans his camera up to catch the view, along with the deep periwinkle sky above them.

"Ooh, I've always wanted to go on the thunderbolt!" Stevie jumps up and down like a little kid.

"Let's go ride it, then!"

After riding almost everything in both parks combined, they find a table and plop down, along with their snacks, prizes and funnel cakes.

"You got enough footage, there?" She asks, watching him stare at his camera.

"Mmmhm," his eyes dart to hers and back down, "I just need one more thing, but it can wait."

"What?" She asks, licking the powdered sugar off her fingers. He shakes his head.

"Don't worry about it. I'll capture it, one day."

"You're such a freak, Roderick."

"I didn't even say any—"

"Mmmhm." She mocks him, tearing off another piece of her funnel cake.

"What time is it?"

"A little after eight. You ready to go?" He asks.

"I just wanna give you your gifts, before it gets too late."

"Aight, we can head home, then."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. We've done everything there is to do. You got your bear, one of those goofy ass pictures they drew of us, ate your body weight in sweets— I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself." A satisfied smile sits on his lips.

"I always enjoy myself when I'm with you. This was the cutest date we've ever been on and it's definitely my favorite."

"Your favorite? Ya boy got it like that??"

She playfully rolls her eyes and stands up from the table.

"Get your goofy ass up and take me home."

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay, so at first, I really didn't know what to get you, cause shopping for boys is damn near impossible, but because I know you like the back of my hand... I found a couple of things!"

Placing the bags in front of him, she sits on the edge of her bed, while he scoots closer to her in the rolling chair.

Rummaging through the first bag, he pulls out a dark blue hoodie with a matching velvet durag. "Aw man, shorty done bought me the velvet!"

"I take it, you like it?"

"Duh! What else's in here?"

Picking up the smaller bag, he pulls out a long black box. He raises an eyebrow in her direction, but she just motions for him to open it.

"What is this, vie?"

"It's a gift, negro. Open the box!" He slowly opens, revealing the fourteen karat gold necklace with the word 'Vie' written in the prettiest cursive.

"Wow," he runs his finger along the necklace. "I don't know how to express this, without soundin' like a bitch." They both laugh.

"You love it, don't you?"

"Man, you make me wanna cry, sometimes. This is beautiful."

"Aww, don't cry!" She grabs the box out of his hand and pulls the necklace, standing up to put it on him.

"Now, we're twins!" She cheeses, widely.

"Your turn." He taps her thigh and quickly slides the pink bags her way.

She instinctively goes for the smallest bag, but he stops her. "Let's save that one for last."

"Okay..." she drags out, going for the next bag. She pulls out a notebook with different poems stamped on the front of it in calligraphy.

"Awww, I needed a new one, too!" She playfully thumps his knee, before reaching further into the bag, pulling out a photo album with a picture of them from one of their summer dates, taped to the front; Stevie clad in a figure hugging blue dress, with a slight tinge of attitude in her eyes from it being so humid, and Rod on her left with a wide grin on his face.

"Oh my God," she opens it up and finds a couple more pictures of them, standing in front of her full length mirror. She hadn't even noticed that he was taking pictures of her, because she was busy fixing her hair.

"Ugh," she drags her finger underneath her eye, catching the tears before it could actually fall. "Why you gotta make me cry?"

"You've got one more to open, babygirl." His eyes dart back to the small bag.

"Jesus," she reaches inside and grabs the small black box, immediately looking up at him. "Rod, what is this?"

"Hm, open it and we'll find out.," he smirks, watching her shaky hand pop the box open. The gasp that leaves her mouth delights him.

"You got me a promise ring?!" She gawks at the silver oval diamond with purple accents, before he takes it out of the box and slides it on her finger.

"It's really corny, but you deserve it. I'll never break any of my promises, babygirl. We're half a year in and I don't ever wanna stop, you hear me?"

She giggles, wiping away another tear.

"Heard you. I love you," she pulls him in for a kiss. "I love you so much."

"I love you, more."

"I've got something else... it's a gift for both of us."

She strides towards her closet and then scurries to her bathroom with a bag in her hand.

"You should've put it on for me," he shouts, chuckling to himself.

"Nope, cause I'd never get it on!" She shouts back.

"Shit... you've got a point."

Giggling to herself, she steps out of her remaining clothes and pulls out the silk, baby pink negligee that she picked up from saucy.

Tyler finally told Stevie about the boutique that she shops at and she didn't waste a second, heading inside and almost going broke on their selection.

Dropping her clothes into her hamper, she heads back across the hall, stopping at the doorway.

Rod leans forward and places his arms on his knees, beckoning her with a single finger. Biting her bottom lip, she strides towards him, stopping a couple centimeters from his face.

"You look so fuckin' good." He rubs his hands up and down her sides, smirking when he doesn't feel anything underneath. She bats her lashes.

"Fuck panties, huh?" He looks up at her.

"Who needs em, when they're just gonna come off, anyway. It's easier access." She throws her leg over his, leaning down to kiss him.

Pulling his T-shirt off, she tosses it behind her and pushes him back into her pillows, reaching for the button on his jeans.

"Wait, wait.," he grabs her hands and motions for her to come closer. She crawls into his lap and he moves her up on his chest.

"What are you doing?" She asks, watching him lick his lips.

"Trying something different. You aight with it?"

"Y-yeah, just warn me next time." She jokes, while he pulls her lower body onto his face, lightly trapping her clit between his plump lips.

She places her hands on his shoulders, while the bottom of her dress slightly covers his face.

"Oh shit.... that feels so good." She moans, pressing her fingers into his skin as he dips his tongue into her.

Gripping the bottom of her dress, he travels back up to her clit, suckling it into his mouth. Tossing her head back, she cries out.

"Fuck, baby!" His sucking becomes fervent, causing her to try and lift up, but he grabs her hips, keeping her in place.

"Okay— oh fuck!" Her hands cover his own, trying to pry them off her hips.

He groans against her, making matters worse. "You're gonna make me cum!"

Her hands grip the top of his head as she gyrates against his mouth. A chain of profanities fly from her lips as she unravels right on his tongue.

Pressing kisses against her inner thigh, his deep chuckle sends her closing them around his face. "I can't feel my legs..." she breathes.

Sliding off of him, she lays on her back as he hovers over her, wrapping her left leg around his, still clothed, waist.

Snaking a hand in between them, she unbuttons his jeans and tugs on them, "take these off."

"Yes ma'am." He pecks her lips, before stripping down, putting a condom on and crawling back between her legs, sinking into her in one fluid motion.

He swallows her moans with a french kiss, while he digs into her as deep as possible. Her hands wrap around his body, tightly.

Pulling away for air, she deeply gasps, feeling him tap on her spot. "Right there, baby..."

Staying right where she needs him, he stuffs his face into her neck, sucking and kissing on her hot spots.

Tingles of pleasure shoot through her body, making her chest press against his, involuntarily.

"Shit..." her nails dig into his back, making him wince slightly. "Faster,"

Obliging, his strokes increase as he begins slamming into her. Her mouth falls open, her harsh breathing runs in with her never-ending moans.

Pulling away from her neck, he hovers over her, pecking her bottom lip. "I'm making you feel good?"

"Yes,"

"Yeah?" He smirks, watching her eyes roll back.

"Yessss— don't stop!"

Sliding a hand underneath her head, he gently grips a handful of her hair, pulling it back to expose her neck. Placing sweet kisses along her skin, he continues to dig into her.

Moving her hands up to grip his shoulders, she wraps her legs around his waist. "I'm gonna cum!" She whines with her head tossed back into the pillows.

"Cum for me, babygirl." Her body goes rigid against him as her walls suck him up, causing him to slightly hunch forward and firmly plant his hand on the bed, beside her head.

Continuing to rock inside of her, her grip on his shoulders tightens.

"Fuck!," her body shudders as he gradually comes to a stop, knowing she can only handle so much.

"I love you," Rod whispers against her lips, unhooking her legs from around his waist.

"I love you, too."

"Roll over on your stomach, for me."

Sensually flipping over, she pulls her dress off and puts that famous arch in her back, causing Rod to grunt from behind her. "I really wanna go easy on you, tonight.... but you play too much."

"What if I don't want you to go easy on me?" She looks at him over her shoulder, as he bites down on his bottom lip.

"Is that right," he chuckles and grips her hips, pulling her towards the edge of the bed and pushing the middle of her back down, further.

"Mmhm— ooh!" He slaps her ass.

"You sure this whatchu want?" He asks, wrapping her hair up in his hand, ultimately pushing the side of her face into the mattress.

"Yes, daddy." She places her hands on his thighs, feeling him slide all the way inside of her.

"Daddy, huh?." He chuckles to himself, beginning to drive in and out of her with an intense force that sends her clawing at his thighs.

"Ohh fuuuuck!"

"Shut up," he grunts. If this were any other instance, she'd be pissed, but in this case, she's more aroused than ever.

The clapping of her ass against his thighs, sounds throughout the room, adding to their pleasure.

"What we celebratin' today, babygirl?"

"Mmm! Our anni–fuck!" Her legs tremble as he hits her spot. Releasing her hair, he wraps his hand around her throat.

"Come on, babygirl... what's today?"

"Our anniversaryyyy! That's my spot, baby!" She pushes his leg, only to have him grip her arm up with his free hand.

"Right here?"

"Ughhh,"

"This the spot that make that pussy cry? Huh?" He speeds up, knocking up against it, heavily.

"Yes! Fu-uck! I can't— I can't take it—"

"You gon' take this dick. What's my name?"

"Daddyyy," a shiver goes up his spine at the way it rolls off her tongue.

"Goddamn... what daddy say?"

"Take this dick," she repeats through clenched teeth. Her toes curl as her orgasm begins to quickly approach.

"I'm gonna— I'm gonna cum! Ohhh shhhhit!" She unravels for a third time, trying desperately to move away from his strokes as he continues to pound into her.

"Ah! Sto— stop!" She taps his thigh with her free hand, signaling that she's tapping out. He finally stops and releases his hold on her, watching as she lays flat on the bed and catches her breath.

"I told you." Rod shrugs, cockily.

Stevie eventually faces the opposite end of the bed, beginning to stroke his thick, shiny length in her tiny hand. "Can I try something?"

"You can do whatever you want." Keeping eye contact with him, she licks the underside of his dick, earning a grunt from him.

Giggling to herself, she lowers her wet mouth down onto him, watching as his bottom lip disappears in between his teeth. "Fuck, vie."

She hums as she bobs her head, being offered a strangled moan in return. "Just like that."

Reaching out with both hands, he gathers her wild hair into his hands as she continues to bring him to his peak. Her eyes never leave his.

"Fuuuuck," he tosses his head back, feeling his restraint slip. His hips start to gyrate against her face as he gets closer.

A slight gag alerts him to look down, but she just sends a wink his way. He shakes his head at her, completely surprised in this moment.

"I'm gonna cum, baby." She moans, egging him on. He grips her hair, fighting the urge to fuck her mouth with the same passion as he did her pussy, a little earlier.

"Oh fuck.... I'm cummin.," his brows scrunch as he shoots down her throat, growling as he watches her swallow every drop.

"Mm," she releases him with a pop, "you taste good, Daddy."

"You're gonna be the death of me."

@thegifstories @sheabuttahwrites @soufcakmistress @supersizemeplz @harmshake @blackerthings @blackpinup22 @zataria @neewrites @blowmymbackout @lemmewritesomeish @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @cecereads209 @nayaxwrites @ibeoutchea @prettyisasprettydoes1306 @abeautifulmindexposed @awerkofart @headcannonxgalore

[stormcrow513]

Jesus, some people on here are just messed up, like I'm just bored clicking around get on this one person's account bout to go back cause boring boring boring...

Like holy fucking

This was one of the most half incoherent bat shit rant I've read in a while, that left me feeling confused upset and like unfairly attacked,

Like they start off being pissy about '21 somethings who can buy weed legally'

And then jumps to us in Colorado specifically,

Which starts to piss me off right there I love my state, as much as I get wanderlust time to time and like to try living elsewhere I'm born an raised like I wanna say fifth generation? Coloradan

This is my home,

It's one thing when people make Mile 'high' jokes those are usually in good humor and I think they're funny,

But this person just going off about us in particular about how 'easy' we got it

Oh I'm sorry how easy 21 somethings got it cause apparently they don't realize us 'old' folk also buy the legal drugs,

And all our options and how people from their state are coming here and bring our 'poison' into their state,

The 'poison' they apparently are so pissed they don't have easy access to, 👀

And how their state could have make much better 'poison' 😕

And then I think it stopped with wishing we all get hit in the head with a hammer!?!?!

I mean sorry to clog up y'all's dash with this but I really gotta vent on this cause of all the fucking things to go off about,

And specifically all the things about Cannabis to go off about,

Like that there are still people in prison in legalized states for cannabis charges,

That we still haven't dropped calling it marijuana despite the racist origins of that name (mind you I still fuck up and call it that too sometimes,)

The whole bat shit 'marijuana' plot that sounds like it should be a cooky conspiracy that is 100% factual,

But instead this person is getting pissed cause it's legal in my state,

First off asshole Colorado isn't the only legalized state,

Next even if it was, guess what dickhead I can't control your state,

mine voted it into law to legalize cannabis and I'm super proud of that,

Um also just cause it's legal dose not equal easy, you have to have cash, and it's not fucking cheap,

I've been experimenting with cannabis edibles and have been finding how amazingly helpful it is for me,

I have a shit load 'wrong' with me that's undiagnosed will remain so, and even if I was diagnosed and looking into meds they likely wouldn't work for me, I have something wrong with me that taking any kind of medication more then a couple days even as prescribed down to the exact hour, fucks me up,

I get start getting really bad side effects like day three, I was on fucking aspirin for a bit while super sick a few years ago I got tendinitis so bad I wanted to die for like two days,

I've even avoided being on shit what's the anti pregnancy pill called, um fuck, I've avoided it cause im not having sex and my periods are real good, I worry what I'll do if I ever get into a romantic relationship with a dude, probably will only be able to be with someone whose clipped,

I was on sleeping pills for a bit, one of the side effects was suicidal thoughts, guess who got that and all the fucking other ones, including dry mouth so bad I thought I'd die,

For some reason cannabis doesn't fuck me up at all, it helps it really fucking helps me even if I'm on it a lot,

It's the only thing that has ever fucking made my mind a not just okay place to be, but a great one,

And money is right so I can't have like constant access to it, I may at some point be able to get it at all,

And this dickhead thinks I should get a hammer to the head!?!

I try to let internet stuff slide off me but fuck if reading that didn't just royally upset me,

Just, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you pig fucking, dildo humping, cum sucking bag of broken sticks shit on by cats with the runs, mother fucker,

hope you step on cat shit every day of your life and that your hated by corvids everywhere,

Okay I feel better and yes I did block them they had another post that seemed a bit suspect especially after reading that post and no I didn't say shit to them what's the point

Edit looked at it again, it was ceiling fan fall on your head not hammer

[charonyx]

Appreciating Malleus and Falling into Fandom, One Step at a Time

Happy Birthday Malleus Draconia, love of my life!!!!

A little late into the night, but he likes strolling around at this time so it's fine! Ah, there is so much to say about Malleus that I can't think of it all at once. Maybe whenever I think of reasons why I love Malleus, I'll write it down and have a bit more coherency by his next birthday. For now I'll just thank him for even getting me to play the game.

I favored Riddle at first because I LOVE his aesthetic (still do) and I found Malleus kinda meh, like, I didn't understand why people were saying he looked hot, he looked kinda okay to me (well, the art of him rising out of the coffin is PRETTY FIRE). Anyway, after watching up to Chapter 4 on YouTube through ShellBB's translations, I started falling for him bit by bit.

It started with him showing up in 2-14 (COUGH COUGH OKAY MALLEUS I SEE YOUUUUUUU) which I found pleasantly surprising. I thought we weren't going to interact with him until his chapter, but this was cool. Then he shows up again in Octavinelle, giving an absolutely PRECIOUS laugh when we call him "Tsunotaro". His ease in letting us call him a silly nickname is so endearing, and then he gives semi-advice? on how to handle the Octavinelle boys. Once we get back the house, he is glad we were able to keep it by being glad it won't be rowdy, showing that he's already feeling a little fond of us, the first person from outside of his bubble, being daring in his eyes to even approach him with no regard of his status or power. Accepting a fun nickname because that sounds like such a normal close friend thing to do, and he craves that closeness with someone, anyone.

After that, Scarabia chapter comes and goes with many emotional moments that I adore and, coming back to our dorm with relief at sleeping under this dilapidated yet comforting building, we are greeted with Lilia, bestowing upon us a holiday card. From Malleus. When I tell you my heart stopped for a bit and dropped to my stomach. Because, right then and there, I realized "Oh no. I REALLY like this man". Going to Ramshackle for his nightly strolls, he noticed we weren't there and had maybe wanted to wish us Happy Holidays or do something that friends would normally do. So, he decided on a holiday card, asking Lilia, his basically father, to pass by Ramshackle dorm and give it to his human friend. He truly treasures this recently born friendship and wanted us to have something from him, something simple yet heartfelt. Y'all, personal cards are great.

So, taking into account that it was December of 2020, his first birthday card was the next month and I was really invested in the story, characters and world I made a gamble. IF when his birthday rolled around, and I got him in my first 10 pull, then I would continue playing the game and follow the story. If I didn't, then I'd uninstall the game and continue following the story through translations like most other games that had caught my interest. I don't know why I placed this on myself, but, Malleus being the sweet and generous man he is came in my first 10 pull. And I continued playing which got me into fandom proper for the first time. I always felt with stuff I liked, I was an outsider looking on from a distance. Appreciating the love fans had for the same game, but never really interacting or feeling part of it. Until Twisted Wonderland hit me over the head with a brick, pushed me into a deep well and threw a Malleus down as I was tentatively trying to climb back up.

Interacting with the fandom, following Twisted Wonderland art, getting excited with people over new events, ABEMA livestreams, gushing over favorite characters, and just truly getting the sensation of feeling a fandom have a live, beating heart.

I love it. And I love Malleus Draconia who is an imperfect perfect being that led me to this wonderful journey that is etched into my heart forever.

As an end, I'll recommend this amazing song composed by Cafune Piano, an amazing pianist who has made birthday songs for each character that is an experience to listen to. Please check them out! (Fair warning, some music is from Chapter 7 that has yet to appear on the English server and spoilery character sprites)

[izzy-b-hands]

Ongoing PTSD breakdown trauma stuff below the cut, pls ignore, just need to spew it somewhere that like. I know my feelings will be safe to have and type up and whatever. Also, sorta? mild our flag spoilers under the cut bc my brain is a mess and I use characters I love to help metaphor out and explain my own shit so. yeah. that's also a thing here.

Motherfucking random traumatic memory abt Mum fucking. Randomly hitting me while I'm writing fic (for no apparent reason, no idea what triggered my brain to throw this at me when I WAS NEARLY DONE WITH THE FUCKING FIC NO LESS)

So goddamn rude. I'm off my track on the fic now, so I'm setting it aside for the night (we have Ren Faire today (it literally just hit midnight lol), but after that I want to get back to it) and realising I should really write this memory down.

Like. all of the little details about it, the bits of Mum and I and our relationship surrounding it. Both because my brain does tend to shutter some of those things away and makes them hard to get to without it being stupid lengthy a process involving talking out every feeling I'm having with someone else(unless it pulls some shit like tonight, then suddenly it's no fucking problem throwing it all over the place apparently) and because like

I don't know if I could say this one out loud to anyone, but I think I should. Probably a therapist, but it's one of those stupid trauma things of you just Want Someone, Anyone To Know, Now. To acknowledge it and say if it was as fucked up as it feels (bc I will never deny the possibility that I'm being dramatic and it isn't, and I should just. chill the fuck out about it.)

But every time I start trying to type it out I get hit with this wave of a physical response where my arms and wrists and fingers feel like they're clenching up and I Can't type it. And there's a part of me that doesn't want to because if I can see it in letters on a page, then it's real. It's real and it happened and maybe it was as fucked up as it feels like it was and if that's all true then like. it fits with everything else about our relationship that's already fucked up, from the severe (better than it used to be, but I'm sure it's very clear to y'all that it's still Not Good even though I've moved away from her) co-dependence to the emotional incest (fun fact: that term feels like a gut punch every time I hear it, and I've heard it from my therapist more than a few times now over the past 9ish years of treatment.) So I shouldn't be shocked by that or like, upset, right?

Yet I'm here typing this out to put off typing it up, and I'd bet money I don't necessarily have that I'll wind up putting my laptop away, showering, and going to bed without getting it typed. For better or for worse.

Part of the reason I worry so much abt Frenchie this season (aside from that I love him and he's one of my faves and I want nothing but good and happy for him) is because I also subscribe to his 'shove all the fucked up shit you've seen/experienced in a box in your mind and just. Never open it unless you're putting more in there' method of coping (have all my life, it was so weirdly validating to see it onscreen like that explained so plainly) and like. This is me when the box somehow pops open when I didn't mean it to, and I both want Frenchie to be able to process the things that have happened to him but also don't want to see a character I love so much hurt like this. Because it feels like a big stupid gaping open wound in my chest that I'm being entirely too dramatic about, no matter how valid feeling that way abt it might be.

Kind of hope I can just shut the lid on the box so I can get done and go to sleep after I post this. Should I actually type out the memory and everything? I hate to think that the answer my therapist would have given me, if I could afford to be seeing her rn, would be yes. But the thing is, I have fucking Ren Faire tomorrow in my Izzy cosplay (that Housemate says I look good in, which I'll vainly admit I'm rather happy about, even if it is a very inaccurate and homemade cosplay that's missing certain details I can't yet afford to buy), and I don't want to be dealing with any of this for the rest of the night/into tomorrow. I need to sleep so I can go have some fucking fun, for once. I even feel ok to bring my cane with folded in my bag, just in case I need it, bc that would still be in character if I wind up needing to use it. I can count on one hand the times I've had a fun experience where I also felt safe admitting when my body was hurting and using a physical aid to help it get by; I'm not losing this one.

It's not getting typed out, and I need to duct tape that fucking box shut for now.

[humblemooncat]

((Show me all the things! A favorite baked good! Your favorite thing to grow! A decorative piece you're proud of!))

Oh man, let me see if I have pics of everything. I'd be happy to share!

As far as my favorite baked good goes, I'd have to say either copycat Olive Garden breadsticks, or hotteok! I love me some yeasty boys, so anything made of or with bread makes my heart happy.

(Recipes I use have been linked in case y'all wanna try for yourselves. The hardest part is working with/kneading the dough if, like me, you don't use a stand mixer. Also, mind the oil when making your hotteok!)

I've actually made both in one day. That was a very good day.

I would highly recommend hotteok for those with a bit of a sweet tooth btw! Warm, easy to eat, and filled with a sugary syrup!

My favorite thing to grow would be herbs. Specifically cat-safe herbs because my dumb baby likes to eat them when I'm not looking.

This lemon basil plant actually grew to be quite large! By the end of the season it was twice this size!

I've also grown a bunch of forget-me-nots, which are another of my favorite flowers. I forgot to take progress shots of them, but they were beautiful!

As for decor, I think my favorite so far would have to be my FC room. I've showed views of it before, but I'll have to get some more full views when I get on next. Here are the ones I have so far though!

The middle picture still makes me laugh. Maybe I put in too many windows... xD

My sleeping nook, greenery nook, and the little hearth/kotatsu area are my favorites. I'll have to get some better shots of them!

And, as a bonus since you said all of the things, I made a bracelet recently with some cord and beads I found! It came out a little janky, but I like it regardless. <3

Thank you for the ask, @scholarlostintime! I appreciate the space to talk a bit about my hobbies! I hope you enjoyed the read. <3

[a-moth-to-the-light]

storytime!

so earlier i mentioned the pure joy of staying up late reading, and i have a little story about it that i wanted to tell y'all :) the end is positive and lighthearted, but just know i'll talking about my disabilities quite a bit on the way there !

so in middle school, when i started dealing with my mental illnesses, i had really bad sleep problems where i would wake up at like 2 or 3 am almost every night and be SUPER freaked out by the dark and not be able to fall asleep again for at least a couple of hours

it was miserable, but reading helped me make it through--i remember reading the entire Eragon Cycle primarily between the hours of 2 and 6 am (i don't particularly enjoy the series anymore, but i also don't care because i'm just happy that kid-me liked it!)

in high school, though, my relationship with reading really changed when i developed chronic pain. even when i was mentally able to focus on a book, the physical work of holding it up & trying to sit in the same position for a long period of time caused me so much pain that i wasn't able to get really immersed in reading like i used to--often, i would be too distracted by pain to focus at all. all my energy would go to reading for school, which was enough physical and mental work on its own, so there really was just nothing left over to devote to reading for fun

as you might have guessed, then, not only did i read a lot less in those years, but i also lost those nice moments from my childhood--being able to read for hours and hours, to stay up late binging a book

it's kind of sad how long it took me to consider audiobooks as a valid option for myself, but last december, i finally started reading via audiobooks and it's been AWESOME (!!!), to the point where i've started using text-to-speech software to read for school, too (best idea EVER for me)

earlier this month, i read Red Queen by Juan Gómez-Jurado, and i quite literally stayed up all night to finish it because i loved the story that much (i think i went to bed at like 8 am that day?) and i just cannot describe how happy it makes me feel that audiobooks allow me to do that again!! staying up that late to read isn't something i'd like to do frequently, per se, but it is something i appreciate being able to do every once in a while--with audiobooks, i am physically capable of turning to books for comfort, of losing myself in them in the quiet night hours, made safe and sound in my own mind through the company of words!!

even better, my sleep problems are much more mild now, and i'm no longer all that scared of the dark, so i can get my late-night reading in while being confident that i'm safe and will fall asleep when i'm ready :)

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Btw forgot to say but yeah I doubt about that the drowning xd

Oof he's gonna lose connection

Hmm idk about cop

Aaand there he goes xD

Yesss besties he does 👀 :)

"Are you suggesting a trip to the tropics?" "I wasn't, but-" xDD girlie sounded skeptical at first but Nyla wants to get out of here lol 💀 XD

YESS go lol :D

And you get funding xD

Knowing him and Bailey? You're right not to be surprised

Oh yeahh lol no jurisdiction xD

Well I mean just help in general is good

I mean they don't have it either lol, there's still crime

His anniversary xD

Wesley 👀?

LOL yep xD his rich family money

I don't think you're bringing him though lol

Hey and you get reimbursed lol!

XD First class and the trust fund lol

Grey's right on that xD

"Why can't it be both?" ain't it xD

Yep lol, basically

Also it's not even that sunny there or anything lol

OOP hey guys o.o

Bro's just trying to ask to talk xD

😬😬 I'm glad you're talking though

:((( poor babeys D:

I mean you might wanna try and figure out if it's good weird or bad weird

Lol bell around the neck xD

Yk we probably won't see Wesley but at least we got a mention 😌

Sorry (not) anyway lol

XD he's like "you're ruining my Tim tests" lol

I mean hey he trained you xD

XD I love them lol

OPE why are y'all walking someone at night ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Like to meet Angela and Nyla? Nah because you don't know they're coming

Honestly they'll probably be thinking they're on their own for a while if not the whole time

Like be thinking that for that amount of time I mean

Y'all I should NOT be watching this at night😭 we ain't even at the real freaky stuff yet xD

Feeling like them right now lol

Okay not that bad lol

THAT SOUND DID NOT HELP

Like the door opening

Why are we here though? Are we taking her back? Shouldn't she already be there also we didn't see the body with y'all lol?

Poor lady :(

Ahh taking a look

Hmm looking for anything sus

Behind her left ear? And looking like that? Nahhh that's sus

The left ear is just bc, hard to get to

Uh oh o.o

Guysss 😭

"Where's your hand"- oh right bc it's dark lol

Okay but besties. Why would it be empty. Think about that

Susser by the moment

I'm too tense rn y'all xD

Guyssss xd

Yeeah better than using it xD

Hopefully he's not secretly a good guy lol

UH OH

Oh yeah don't forget the camera o.o

Y'all are stressing me out 😭😭

Guys let's be real it's not gonna happen xdd

Oh missed the escaping bit lol had to go back

Uh oh o.o

I would not sleep if I were y'all lol

Don't worry they're coming xD

LOL but it's instead of each other xD

But I was gonna say nah they're gonna have to show up when Nolan and Bailey are already in danger or something, bc otherwise they'd leave (bc clearly the boat's working by then)

OPE

NAHH Y'ALL I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS

I said, having totally signed up for this xd

HE SHOULD GO CHECK BUT-

NAHHHHH

UH OH

NO GIRLIE DO NOT GO OUT THERE

ONE OF YOU STAY

HE GOES YOU STAY

NOOO-

AGH CRAP

Gosh 😭😭😭

Aww hey girl :))

Nahh sleep xD

Aww love them 🥰

If it is today though be careful lol

UH OH IT IS NOW TODAY??

Oh no just time moved up

ANYWAY BAD O.O

I would be s t r e s s i n g xD I'm sure Lucy is too lol

Aww hey guys :D

Them dang screams xd though that one sounded more like a seagull lol

OPE SLFHDHKSLD SLAY LOL

I love them so much <33

Just thinking about Angela being like "heeyyy babe how are things just calling to tell you I'm using your trust fund card to pay for first class tickets to a remote island to rescue Nolan from a murderer 🥰🥰 kk love you, don't forget to pick Jack up, I'll see you in a few days 😙". Iconic XDD

PHEW she made it xD

😑 when I tell you I would be m a d

Especially bc it looks like she didn't bring anything with her xd

Lol both

Slayy Celina

Yeah I'd be glad, done with all that stress xD

Okayy slay Celina, we love her research

Like it's a thing she does yk :)

:OO Slay bestie :D!!

Ahh he was gonna rob maybe 👀

Go off Celina :D

The difference in responses lol xD

[riizebabie444]

https://www.tumblr.com/riizebabie444/729920049052286976/plsss-i-just-saw-ur-crush-post-game-on-my-tl-bc this anon here! i sent in an exchange but i'm guessing that tumblr decided to be a hater because i never got a response so i'm sending it again. i'll do a reading for your future spouse. <3 i'm getting this right away they would feel that you are marriage material, literally. it seems that you fit their standards so well and a perfect candidate to spend their life with. their energy seems earthy, a bit closed up for some reason. they may have significant virgo and leo placements. one of you may be a bit older by 1-3 years and there's a high chance you may meet them in uni. for some reason, i'm getting this image of orange leaves, tall buildings, so during fall. intellectual debates? that was so random but i feel like between the two of you, your future spouse would love to talk about various topics because they have never met someone who could match up to them this much. yin-yang, that's highly attractive to them! they may love to spoil you, specifically jewellery, bracelets actually. they're so mercurial. take late night talks, playful banters for granted because this person just can't get enough what comes out of your mouth, they're whipped for you. your person is a sucker for your eyes, something about it is really unique and it just gets to them and i'm getting images of your person just staring at you and you turning around from them blushing. this is so cute. this makes me think you may have water placements, like pisces rising as they are known to have dreamy eyes. for their looks, i think they have this girl/boy next door charm to them, pearly whites with dimples, long hair. songs that may be of significance: angel- the weeknd, you & me- jennie

this may not be much, but i'm still developing my intuition little by little and i'd love to hear from you if this resonated or not!

moving on, my initials are SM, libra venus and my celeb of choice is jake from enhypen. <3

the cards came out easily so i feel it would be an easy and free flowing relationship. i think it would be easy to communicate with each other and be honest about feelings. however, of course there are some negatives. i see you or him or both being very protective, and also defensive. it's like you don't want anyone else looking at the other, only you are allowed for each other. y'all would also be the type to square up whenever one of you is being treated badly. you would fight for each other, stand up for what they believe in. very protective ride or dies, i'm seeing. i also see that you in particular would be up all night missing him, especially when he's away or is in another time zone so you can't call him (he might be sleeping). but yeah, it would be difficult for you to be away from him, you'd be addicted to having him sleeping by your side. i see travelling too. you guys may be travelling together often, and i'm seeing warm, breezy destinations. i see him being both fatherly and motherly towards you. it's a little bit funny but i think he would like to act macho, like a manly man but in reality he's a lot softer and needier than he will ever admit. you'd find it so cute and tease him a lot about it. i feel like he would calm your chaos. whether chaos describes you or not, he would always be there in difficult times to calm you down and help you get things in order, and vice versa but i feel it is more for you. i believe you'd grow a lot together, i think he would also sing to you often too, i don't know if he plays the guitar but i saw him playing it and singing it in a dimly lit room, lit with candles and warm fairy lights. it's super cute and romantic. you'd feel so lucky to have him, and i think something about you will bring out the massive romantic in him. he's giving boy next door, the boy everyone has a crush on but his heart is for you!

thank you for being patient with me! and again im super sorry about the whole tumblr fumble, thank you for reaching out again to take part! the reading you did for me is super cute! a lot of what you said resonates with me, and with what other readers have told me before! and i am a pisces! and gemini rising who i also believe have expressive eyes. and it's funny because i've always been a bit insecure of my eyes but i'm always told they are large and beautiful (even if i don't see it) so it's awesome that you picked it up haha

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I am making a post just to make a post see y’all in 2-5 business days for the next one