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f1fnatic · 9 months

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PIPE ⤿ l. hamilton 44

→ ( in which. . . ) you and your secret long-term boyfriend, turned fiancé, finally decide to hard launch and it sends the internet into a frenzy.

→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) smau

→ ( face claim. . . ) christina aguilera

→ ( pairing. . . ) lewis hamilton x singer!reader

→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) cursing, alludes to sex

→ ( author's note. . . ) whoop part 2!! this is the last part (obvi) but i had a lot of fun with this (very) mini series. i hope you enjoy! see end for more

→ ( masterlist )

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📍 baku, azerbaijan

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f1 Singer song-writer, Y/N L/N, joins us at the Azerbaijan Grand Prix! The artist just recently released a new album called 'Liberation.' She has payed a visit to Mercedes, Ferrari, and Redbull!

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y/nfan mother is serving

y/nfan2 she is always serving 🤷🏻‍♀️

y/nmusic thank you so much for having me! i had a wonderful time❤

mercedesamgf1 It was a pleasure meeting you! liked by y/nmusic

scuderiaferrari Thank you for stopping by! liked by y/nmusic

redbullracing Thank you for your time, Y/N! liked by y/nmusic

charles_leclerc still freaking out.

maxverstappen1 you can say that again

carlossaainz55 shaking!

lewishamilton it was lovely to see you again, Y/N

y/nmusic it was nice to see you too, lew

lewisfan LEW???

y/nfan3 oh so we're on a nickname basis now?

lewisfan y/n and lewis looked REAL CLOSE today

y/nmusic

📍 baku, azerbaijan

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y/nmusic had a wonderful time this weekend at the azerbaijan grand prix! thank you mercedes for having me :) met some pretty cool people and spent some time with my love

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f1 Thank you for coming! liked by y/nmusic

mercedesamgf1 It truly was a pleasure to have you in the paddock! Maybe boss man can get you another pass 😉

y/nmusic a very tempting offer!

y/nfan SO WE'RE SOFT LAUNCHING NOW??

y/nfan2 lets get u back in the home 😁

charles_leclerc still starstruck!

maxverstappen1 me too

carlossainz55 me three

y/nmusic will front row tickets to my next show keep you starstruck?

lewishamilton 🖤

y/nmusic ❤

y/nlewis okay man what the freak

lewisfan OH MY GOD.

y/nstan this basically confirmed it

─ TWITTER ↴

─ IMESSAGE ↴ today, 12:09

lew 😚 Well, I guess the cats out of the bag

y/n hello to you too what do you mean by that love?

lew 😚 People figured out that we're enganged, and by people I mean our stans on Twitter I wanted to keep this a secret just a little while longer

y/n i know you did, lew but people were bound to find out at some point i mean, we weren't being very sneaky per se

lew 😚 How can I when I am the luckiest man in the world?

y/n oh stop it

lew 😚 Never 😍

y/n well then, what do you want to do?

lew 😚 I think I have a few ideas 🤫

y/n what are you thinking lew?

lew 😚 You'll see 🖤

─ INSTAGRAM ↴

y/nmusic

📍heaven

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y/nmusic lewis carl davidson hamilton, where do i begin? at the start, when we first met? or just last week when you pampered me after a rough day? you never fail to make me smile. your work ethic is truly inspiring, i am low-key jealous of it. you push me to do my best and be my most authentic self, i thank you greatly for that, my love. i am so immensely lucky to wake up next to you every morning, to come home to you every day, and to call you mine. you have no idea how happy i was when you asked me that important question, that was and will forever be the best day of my life. you were the one at the end of my invisible string and i would not have wanted it ANY other way 💘 i cannot wait to grow old and wrinkly with you even though i know you will look the same you do now at 70 😅 you are my everything, i love you so much ❤️

ps i trust that you know what to do with it 🥴

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y/nstan they are the cutest

y/nfan they are actually the best

y/nfan2 no fr i will not hear ANYONE OUT.

shakira So happy for you! liked by y/nmusic

y/nstan PIPE IS ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP OMFG

lewishamilton My heart, I am so lucky to have you 🖤

y/nlewis no no, I'M the lucky one 😚

lewisfan she makes him so happy 😭

lewisfan2 they were meant for each other

roscoelovescoco The mosts amazing mums 🐶💞

y/nmusic my fur baby 💘

mercedesamgf1 Mother and father of the F1 paddock 👪 liked by y/nmusic and lewishamilton

sebastianvettel Cheers to more third-wheeling 🥂 liked by y/nmusic and lewishamilton

y/nfan3 "you were the one at the end of my invisible string" I AM ILL.

taylorswift so thats what pipe was about

y/nmusic 🫣🤭

lewishamilton I love you so much, sugar. The moments we are together I feel alive.

lewishamilton I would walk the ends of the earth if it meant to be with you.

y/nmusic and i'll follow, my champ

y/nfan4 screaming, crying, throwing up, rolling around in a ball, snot running down my face, bawling my eyes out, hyperventilating, scratching out my eyes they are so in love

gwenstefani u two are endgame

y/nmusic we better be lewishamilton🫡

lewishamilton

📍heaven

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lewishamilton Happy 6 year anniversary to you, my heart. On this day last year, I asked you to be my forever, and you said yes. You are the kindest, most creative person I know and will ever meet. Your hardwork and dedication to your art is admirable. Sometimes I have to take a step back and ask myself "How am I so lucky?" You are the sun to my moon, the sky to my earth. You are a breath of fresh air on a hot day. A calming rain on a stressful one. You never fail to melt my worries away. Overall, you are a ray of sunshine. You are my lifeline, my support system, and my world 💞 There are so many more things I have to say about you, but I don't think that Instagram will let me 😅 You make my heart melt, I love you so much, my love 🖤

P.S. You know I like to play the doctor operation 😉

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y/nfan OH MY GOD

mercedesamgf1 The best couple in the paddock 🩶💙 liked by y/nmusic and lewishamilton

y/nfan2 i am SOBBING HE IS SO SWEET

y/nmusic i am speechless

lewisfan1 mama y papa

lewisfan2 6 YEARS? theyve been together for 6 FUCKING YEARS?

y/nlewis "you are a breath of fresh air on a hot day" ???!?!?!!!??!

y/nlewis "you never fail to melt away my worries" HE LOVES HER SM 😭

y/nstan WAIT LEWIS IS XNDA OH MY FUCKING GOD

y/nmusic lewis i love you so much you dont even know ❤️

y/nmusic definitely not bawling rn

sebastianvettel Don't listen to her, Lewis!

y/nmusic seb :(

roscoelovescoco The bests mums in the worlds 🐶❤️

y/nmusic i wouldn't want anyone else to be my baby roscoe ❤️

nicorosberg Happy for you man 😁 liked by lewishamilton

taylorswift you guys are so cute!! liked by y/nmusic and lewishamilton

lewisfan they are perfect for each other

aannndddd finished! i honestly had so much fun making this, finding pictures was lovely. i like where this went, so sorry if this post is super long!! merry christmas!! thank you for reading! requests and feedback are welcome! make sure to leave a comment and kudos as well (only if you want :P)

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libraryofgage · 1 year

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@holyangelstudentuniverse requested the following: Steve working at Bath & Body Works while Eddie is the mall pianist?

I love it omfg, your brain is fantastic I hope I did the idea justice

(if you see any typos no you didn't <3)

The old food court pianist was...okay. Technically, she was good; she knew how to play and rarely made mistakes. She was also clearly just there for the bi-weekly check (not that Steve can blame her), and her playing reflected that. The piano became the ideal white noise, loud enough to lessen the awkwardness of any silence but not so amazing that people couldn't ignore it in favor of conversing with each other.

The new food court pianist? He's a fucking enigma.

He's very clearly skilled, and he seems to actually enjoy the job. He plays like Billy Joel and Elton John met one night, had a piano contest, and then had a baby to create the perfect pianist. He's great and energetic and can play anything from Mozart to fucking Cardi B, and Steve wishes he'd quit already so he can actually focus on his own shitty mall job instead of getting absorbed in the guy's playing.

"You should just hook up with him," Robin says one day, hip-checking Steve as she passes by with a box of Cherry Blossom products. She restocks the soap bottles first, then the perfume, then the lotions, and finally the tiny hand sanitizers with their shitty little plastic flip-caps that Steve swears break for the fucking fun of it.

Steve, meanwhile, is replacing last week's sales signs with new ones. They're the exact same. They rarely change, actually. The only difference is the "expiration" date at the bottom, which changes if only to continually sell customers that sense of urgency that results in them buying $50 worth of products they'll forget about until the holidays come around and they need white elephant gifts.

He's almost done, too. All that's left are the signs by the metal gate pulled down over the store's entrance. They'll open it in about an hour to prepare for the mall's opening, but for now, it's staying down to discourage the mini-bodega clerk in the middle of the hall from flirting with Robin and trying to sell her shitty perfume like she can't just steal shitty perfume from Bed Bath and Beyond at the end of the day.

He waits until after he's switched the sign to turn around, arms crossed over his chest. His back is to the gate, and Steve would normally be too fucking paranoid about a blind spot to withstand it, but he's in argument mode.

"I barely know the guy," he says.

Robin snorts as she crouches, stocking extra hand sanitizers in the tiny drawers at the bottom of the shelf. "Yeah, but I know you, dingus," she says, her voice light and bouncing. "You hear the guy's muzak version of a Lil Nas X song and you're ready to marry the guy."

"I can just recognize artistic ability! Have you ever tried to make a pop song sound like a classic?" he asks.

"My point," Robin says, pushing some hair out of her face, "is that you should ask him out. Maybe you two can play piano together."

If she hadn't already heard it before, Steve would be immediately launching into an explanation of why that wouldn't work. Steve has never met someone he liked or trusted enough to actually play with them. Sure, he's tried playing with a partner before if only to say he gave it a shot, but it sucks. Especially when you don't like the person. You're squished together on an uncomfortable bench, sharing sheet music, elbows bumping as you both try to reach the proper keys to keep the song from sounding horrendous. It's Steve's personal version of hell on earth.

But Robin has heard that rant before, so Steve graciously spares her from hearing it again. For now. Until he's drunk, probably.

"What, I'm just gonna waltz up to the piano and ask if he's free on Saturday? Or, I don't know, try some dumb pick-up line like asking if he comes here often?"

"I'll be honest, it's not the worst pick-up line I've heard."

Steve and Robin jump, both whipping their head to look at the grate to see the food court pianist grinning at them (well, more specifically, he's grinning at Steve) from the other side. He's wearing a button-down black shirt with ripped skinny jeans, old Converse, and more accessories than Steve can count. There are chains on his jeans and a guitar pick hanging from his neck and an ear cuff and a stud through the edge of his eyebrow and so many chunky rings that Steve could use as an excuse to stare at his hands for an hour.

Robin is the one who breaks out of the shock first. She jumps to her feet and walks over to Steve, resting her arm on his shoulder and leaning against him. "But would it work?" she asks.

The guy grins wider, obviously looking Steve up and down to check him out before looking at Robin. "From Stevie here? Yeah. He's really rocking the apron," Eddie replies, winking at Steve.

Steve is about to ask how the guy knows his name, but then he remembers the name badge on his apron. He clears his throat, tearing his eyes away to glance down at Robin.

She seems to be having the time of her life right now.

"Well, uh, I'd prefer to know your name before trying any pickup lines," he says.

"Eddie Munson at your service," Eddie says, bowing to Steve with a dramatic flourish that he finds more endearing than anything else.

One look at Robin and her scrunched nose tells him she thinks it's a little over-the-top and, dare he say, cringe. Her opinion doesn't actually matter, though, since she'd be down bad for any girl that curtseyed at her.

Steve looks back at Eddie, noting the now expectant gleam in his eyes. He can't help an amused smile as he says, "Well then, Eddie," Steve says, stressing his name a little just for the fun of it, "come here often?"

Robin groans next to him. "Fucking hell, Steve," she mutters, slapping him upside the head. "I know you suck at flirting but you really couldn't come up with something better?"

"No, no," Eddie tells her, waving his hand dismissively. "I'm into it."

"And I'm out of it," Robin says, raising her hands in surrender before scurrying back to her Cherry Blossom products.

She's definitely still listening, though.

Steve rolls his eyes are her reaction and focuses back on Eddie. "So, uh, are you free on Saturday?" he asks.

"Completely free," Eddie says, taking a step closer to the gate and shoving his hands into his pockets. "How about lunch?"

"Yeah, I know a great pizza place."

"It's a date then," Eddie replies, winking at Steve. "By the way, any song requests?"

Steve blinks and thinks for a minute before asking, "Do you know Vienna?"

Eddie's grin tells Steve that he does, in fact, know Vienna. "Vienna it is." With that, he winks at Steve once more before heading back to the food court.

"That was painful," Robin says once he's far away enough.

Steve rolls his eyes and flips her off. "You're just jealous I've got a date and you're still too chicken shit to approach the Nike girl."

Robin practically squawks at him. "Oh, fuck you," she says.

"I'll leave that to Eddie, thanks," Steve says, laughing when Robin gags.

#steddie #steddie fic #platonic stobin #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #lovingly gonna call this one the BBB Mall AU #steddie request #my writing #thanks for the idea btw i fucking love it hfjkds

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geronimomo-spd · 10 months

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and there we go! the full Confidential Archive!

here are all the episodes, according to tardis wiki list, including all of the mini specials and chrismas specials and most if not all in good quality! the full list of everything is under the cut because yeah, its a longgg list!

all in order, including some youtube videos and dvd rips hehe, all according the the tardis wiki list

SERIES 1 -

1x00 - A New Dimension (a prolog to season one, narrated by David Tennant)

1x01 - (rose)

1x03 - (the unquiet dead)

1x04 - (aliens of london)

1x05 - (world war 3)

1x06 - (dalek)

1x07 - (the long game)

1x08 - (father's day)

1x09 - (the empty child)

1x10 - (the doctor dances)

1x11 - (boom town)

1x12 - (bad wolf)

1x13.1 - The Ultimate Guide (another little documentary right before

parting of the ways, about key aspects about filming the season)

1x13.2 - (parting of the ways)

1x14 - Backstage at Christmas (the nine minutes they gave us from some of behind the scenes of The Christmas Invasion)

SEIRES 2 -

2x00 - One Year On (a general preview for season 2, including the series 2 press launch, a lot more behind the scenes of The Christmas Invasion and some Torchwood stuff)

2x01 - (new earth)

2x02 - (tooth and claw)

2x03 - (school reunion)

2x04 - (the girl in the fireplace)

2x05 - (rise of the cyberman)

2x06 - (the age of steel)

2x07 - (the idiot's lantern)

2x08 - (the impossible planet)

2x09 - (the satan pit)

2x10 - (love & monsters) - (featuring the winning of the contest of designing a monster)

2x11 - (fear her)

2x12 - (army of ghosts)

2x13 - (doomsday)

2x14 - Music and Monsters (the behind the scenes of doctor who's first music show, including some behind the scenes stuff of The Runaway Bride)

SERIES 3 -

3x01 - (smith and jones)

3x02 - (the shakespear code)

3x03 - (gridlock)

3x04 - (daleks in manhattan)

3x05 - (evolution of the daleks)

3x06 - (the lazarus experiment)

3x05 - (42)

3x06 - (human nature)

3x07 - (the family of blood)

3x08 - (blink)

3x11 - (utopia)

3x12 - (the sound of drums)

3x13.1 - (last of the time lords)

3x13.2 - Children in Need Special (the behind the scenes of the special where 10 meets 5, really cute stuff)

3x14.1 - Kylie Special (series 3 christmas special. version 1 - the full version in less of a good quality i found on youtube, bless this youtube channel honestly)

3x14.2 - Kylie Special (series 3 christmas special. version 2 - the shorter version that was up on iplayer)

3x14.3 - Kylie Special (series 3 christmas special. version 3 - the version i edited to include the low quality parts that were missing with the good quality shorter version)

SERIES 4 (INCLUDING THE SPECIALS) -

4x01 - (partners in crime)

4x02 - (the fiers of pompaii)

4x03 - (planet of the ood)

4x04 - (the sontaran stratagem)

4x05 - (the doctor's daughter)

4x06 - (the posion sky)

4x07 - (the unicorn and the wasp)

4x08 - (silence in the library)

4x09 - (forest of the dead)

4x10 - (midnight)

4x11 - (turn left)

4x12 - (the stolen earth)

4x13 - (journey's end)

4x14.1 - The Journey (So Far) (a documentary about the entire show so far)

4x14.2 - Confidential Christmas 2008 (behind the scenes of The Next Doctor christmas special)

4x14.3 - Doctor Who: Top 5 Christmas Moments (a sort of confidential behind the scenes clip show of all of the episodes set at christmas)

4x15.1 - At the Proms 2008 (behind the scenes of doctor who at the proms 2008)

4x15.2 - The Eleventh Doctor (the special they used to announce Matt Smith as the new doctor who)

4x15.3 - Desert Storm (behind the scenes of Planet Of The Dead)

4x16 - Is There Life on Mars? (behind the scenes of The Waters Of Mars)

4x17 - Lords and Masters (behind the scenes of The End Of Time, Part One)

4x18 - Allons-y! (behind the scenes of The End Of Time, Part Two. version 1 - full dvd version)

4x18 - Allons-y! (behind the scenes of The End Of Time, Part Two. version 2 - shortend higher quality version from iplayer, this version has a song in the soundtrack that is diffrent from the dvd version, this is the most accurate version to what aired on tv at the time)

SERIES 5-

5x01 - (the eleventh hour)

5x02 - (the beast below)

5x03 - (victory of the daleks)

5x04 - (the time of angels)

5x05 - (flesh and stone)

5x06 - (the vampires of venice)

5x07 - (amy's choice)

5x08 - (the hungry earth)

5x09 - (cold blood)

5x10.1 - (vincent and the doctor)

5x10.2 Monster Files: The Daleks (a little documentary about victory of the daleks/daleks in general)

5x11 - (the lodger)

5x12 - (the pandorica opens)

5x13 - (the big bang)

5x14.1 - Monster Files: The Weeping Angels (a little documentary about the weeping angels episodes this season)

5x14.2 - Monster Files: The Silurians (a little documentary about the silurian episodes)

5x14.3.1 - Monster Files: The Alliance (a little documentary about the alliance of monsters from the pandoica opens)

5x14.3.2 - Backstage at the Doctor Who Prom 2010 (behind the scenes of doctor who at the proms 2010)

5x14.4.1 - Charlie McDonnell - Runner (the first Charlle behind the scenes videos, pretty quiet - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

5.14.4.2 - Charlie McDonnell - TARDIS (another Charlie video, she explores the tardis set this time -Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

5x14.4.3 - Charlie McDonnell - Decorating Bus (another Charlie video, she decorates the food place with christmas decorations, i liked them Charlie - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

5x14.4.4 - Charlie McDonnell - Christmas Presents (badger) (the famus Charlie video where she brings the cast and crew presents! this is where Matt gets his badger puppet - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

5x14.5 - Christmas Special 2010 (behind the scenes of A Christmas Carol)

SERIES 6 -

6x01.1 - (the impossible astronaut)

6x01.2 - My Sarah Jane: A Tribute to Elisabeth Sladen (a special memorial for the late Elisabth Sladen 😭😭)

6x02 - (day of the moon)

6x03 - (the curse of the black spot)

6x04 - (the doctor's wife)

6x05 - (the rebel flesh)

6x06 - (the almost people)

6x07.1 - Charlie McDonnell interviews Neil Gaiman (Charlie interviews Neil Gaiman, appewrently causing some ruckes on Charlie's blog at the time hehe - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

6x07.2 - (a good man goes to war)

6x07.3 - The Monster Files: The Silence (a little documentary on the silence, thank god because i needed that)

6x07.4 - The Monster Files: The Gangers (a little documentary on the gangers, my beloveds)

6x07.5 - Charlie McDonnell Becomes A Dalek (the last Charlie video, released late because it had the 1-4 tardis set, also she gets to ride a dalek in this one - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

6x08 - (lets kill hitler)

6x09 - (night terrors)

6x10 - (the girl who waited)

6x11 - (the god complex)

6x12 - (closing time)

6x13.1 - (the wedding of river song)

6x13.2 - The Monster Files: The Antibodies (a little documentary on the antibodies from lets kill hitler)

6x13.3 - The Monster Files: The Cybermats (a little documentary on the little adorable cybermates because awww)

6x14 - The Nights' Tale (a little documentary on on the nights mini episodes! the last confidential stuff ever made rip)

#doctor who #doctor who confidential #dw #dwc #tenth doctor #eleventh doctor #ninth doctor #9th doctor #10th doctor #11th doctor #david tennant #matt smith #christopher eccleston #momo confidential watch #dw cast #rose tyler

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satoshi-mochida · 5 months

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Genso Manege coming west for Switch, PC

From Gematsu

PQube will release MAGES.-developed otome visual novel Genso Manege, also known as Rever d’un Manege, for Switch and PC via Steam in the west, the publisher announced. A release date was not announced.

Genso Manege first launched for Switch on January 30, 2020 in Japan under MAGES.’ LOVE & ART brand, followed by iOS on October 9, 2020.

Here is an overview of the game, via PQube:

About

I will awaken the magic within you, and you will free us from the Reve… Set in a wondrously evocative re-imagining of France, a beautifully crafted otome visual novel following Emma, orphaned at a young age, as she fights to uncover her forgotten memories. A witch who lost her powers when young and now living a quiet life, Emma is led by the memento her father left her and finds herself swept away with the arrival of a travelling amusement park in town. Filled with magic and dreams but holding a dark secret, Emma feels an immediate connection to the wondrous La Foire du Reve. She discovers that hidden underneath the lustrous fairy-like charm of the park, its employees are trapped, bound to the amusement park and only the magic within Emma can free them. But it has been years since Emma has been able to access her magic, and she must dig deep within herself, navigating painful repressed memories, in order to recover it. Working at the Reve as she unravels the tangled threads of her forgotten past, Emma forges bonds with the employees of the amusement park. A cast of wonderful characters; the dazzling director Hugo, the stoic accountant Serge, the Tsundere Performer Crier, the kind-hearted rabbit Lyon, the Reclusive Mechanic Luciole, and Emma’s special childhood friend, Arnaud. Each character with their own crosses to bear, stories of tragedy and longing woven together with desperation, Emma builds deepening bonds of friendship, and maybe more, as she works to unlock her magic and their freedom. With its gorgeously subdued artwork, radiating warmth and romance, Genso Manege is a dream-like otome fantasy with an outstanding visual power that conjures an unforgettably bittersweet tale.

Key Features

Breathtaking Romance – Six different male leads to sweep you off your feet, follow their character routes and uncover their secrets.

A Thriving Town – Near the French border, this culturally rich location sets the scene for an unforgettably magical tale.

Dazzling Pastel World – Expertly crafted characters and artwork paint a dreamy picture of romance and magic, making this a visual novel in every sense.

Magical Mini Games – Utilize the Eveil System, an enjoyable game mechanic, woven into the story to help you recover Emma’s magical abilities.

Voiced Characters – Unique characters brought to life by stunning voice acting allow you to experience first-hand the different personalities trapped in the Reve.

An Unforgettable Tale – Sweet and touching yet tinged with sadness, Genso Manege weaves a tale which is as happy as it is bittersweet.

Watch the announcement trailer below. View the first English screenshots at the gallery.

Announce Trailer

youtube

#Genso Manege #Rever d’un Manege #COLOPOL #MAGES #PQube #visual novel #otome game #Gematsu #Youtube

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saradika · 1 year

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— if you send for me, you know I'll come

[series masterlist]

din djarin x f!reader

rated E - 4.5k

Tags: protective!neighbor!din, canon-typical violence, Nevarro is attacked, pirate invasion, death of pirates, angst, brief hostage situation, established relationship, outercourse, multiple orgasms, PiV

A/N: mini-sequel to only if for a night (but also can be read as a one-shot!) Spoilers for 03.05 - absolutely cheering over “I decided to take you up on your offer for a tract of land” and wanted to explore that

The blasts rain down. Turning parts of your beloved city into crumbling stone and smoking ash. A cry of distress sent to the New Republic. A whisper throughout the crowd saying that help isn't coming. That this time, Nevarro is on it's own.

But you're sure of one thing. Hang onto that hope like a lifeline, as you send out a small message of you own.

Knowing that Din Djarin will come for you.

That he will find a way.

The Corsair hangs heavy, overhead.

Appearing suddenly, a dark splash against the sunny, blue skies. A weight in your limbs, an uneasiness creeping up your spine as the hail comes in.

Stuck frozen in place, as you watch the face of the Pirate King - Gorian Shard - appear on the holo. Filling the room with his dripping visage.

Ushered quickly off to the side, as the two engineers make a hasty exit - though you don't remember moving. Listening to the sharp back-and-forth.

“Believe your ears then, and don't mistake my hospitality for weakness."

“The Spinward patrol passes through here regularly."

Karga holds his ground against the threats that fire down. Shard coming back for his revenge, for the pirates killed in the streets of Nevarro all those weeks before.

A day you remember well. The day he had come back into your life.

And for a second you feel safe - until you see that confident veneer chip. That hesitance in Karga's voice, in his words, as Shard calls his bluff.

The blasts that start to rain down, after.

That uneasiness morphing into pure dread. A matching fear that flashes in both your eyes, as the call ends, and the droid enters the room.

"High Magistrate, the escape pod is ready." It chirps. Voice friendly, in spite of the dire situation, "I will lead you to the launch site."

"I won't abandon my city," Karga shakes his head, turning your way, "You take it. Get to safety."

And in spite of your complaints before - those told in confidence to Din, about how your boss was too much, too extravagant, too Karga - you can't bear it. Not when you see how he puts the people first, instead of running.

You shake your own head. Words coming shakily, but you mean every one, "I'm with you. What can I do?"

"We have to get the people to safety. Send out a directive immediately." He barks out, and you're nodding. The command giving you something to do - unsticking your feet.

Raising the alarm.

Following him into the streets.

———

Your fingers key in the codes for the message - the cry for help. The recording Karga quickly made in his office after the evacuation had begin - his one shot before the building began to shake with the force of the blasts.

A message for Captain Teva, of the New Republic.

You had wanted to protest. Had tried to - arguing that there were others that could help.

"He's one man. He might not even come." Karga had snapped back. His patience thin - each second that passed meant another part of the city crumbled, "We'll have a better shot at surviving this if we reach out to someone with numbers."

You flinched at his tone, at the insinuation. The words from the message replaying in your head.

"The situation is dire."

"I'm afraid that our planet will fall."

His voice softened when he saw your expression, "We don't have time for another message. Send it."

Part of you had wanted to argue.

That Din would come, for you. If he knew you were in danger.

He'd save all of you.

He'd find a way.

Instead, you bit the words back. Focusing on the comm code that Karga had rattled off. The crushing bands still wrapped tightly around your chest as the message is sent, firing off with a sharp click.

Sending your own after, with a small wish - breathed out into the stars. These numbers long-since memorized, fingers flying over the keys. The briefest of messages, but you hope he'll understand.

Din. It’s the Pirates. If you get this, we could really use your help.

Please.

There's the boom of another blast, the floor rattling beneath your feet.

And then, you're running.

Retreating to the lava flats, with the rest of the city.

———

Dirt clings to your tunic. Clay dusting your side, your shoulder - from when you shielded a neighbor from a blast, tugging them down the alley.

No time to do anything more than get out. Following the waves out people out of the city limits. Watching as months and years of growth and progress and green crumble. Sending you into the wastes, once more.

Feet aching by the time you stop - shivering now, in the evening chill. The dark sky above illuminated with the golden and red flickering of a fire, tearing through the western edge of town. Sending up billowing smoke, blocking out the stars.

A grief that surrounds you, in the dark. A selfish ache in the way that you mourn for you home. The happiness you had built. Promising to look after his, after that night you spent together.

Having to face that you weren't able to. That there might be nothing left.

The thought follows you, seeping into your bones. Weighing you down, as you huddle in small groups. Fires dotting the lava flats, flickering in the wind. Shifting against the ground as you try to get comfortable - finding it near impossible.

Drifting off, when your eyes get too heavy to stay open. Even with the ridges of rock digging into your side, an arm tucked under your head.

You call to him in your sleep. Drifting off to the memories, on repeat for comfort. Replaying the messages you've exchanged, since he left.

Hoping you'll get the chance to see him. Even if it's just one last time.

Even if it's just in your dreams.

———

The Corsair lingers. Pirates deployed in waves, pillaging and looting. Those who stayed inside, those who refused to leave, were at their mercy. Turned into captives or pushed around. Forced to smile and serve food and drink as a blaster points at their guts.

Not daring to refuse.

There's not enough weapons left among you to fight back. Not thinking to arm yourself - all thought focused on getting out. Leaving you vulnerable - stranded on the dark field of igneous rock.

There's whispers of surrender. Looks thrown Karga's way, as he stands firm.

Still a beacon, in spite of the hardship.

But you stay firm, as well. You know hope will come.

You believe in him.

The hours pass and the pit in your stomach grows. A man breaks away, a hurried plan to sneak into the town. To try to gather those inside, to see if he can grab weapons.

He doesn't come back.

Instead of gunfire there's shouting now. Harsh laughter that filters through the whipping wind. Trails of smoke still rising up to the sky, where the ship still hangs - waiting.

Waiting for Karga's hail of surrender.

Waiting for the city to fall.

———

A cry breaks through the stilted silence. Everyone muted with worry - no longer speculating.

The pointing of fingers, as something streaks against the sky.

A glint of silver, shining like Beskar.

You know that ship. Have seen it, in the space between your house and his.

A leaping in your heart and a wetness on your cheeks that you don't even realize - as your shouts are among the first to rise.

Cheering, for the help that has come.

Watching as a larger ship joins his - as it opens, spilling figures with jetpacks into the air.

Karga smiles, as he meets your eyes. Relief in them, as he raises his comm.

"Thanks for your help, Mando." There's fondness in his tone.

You can't stop grinning, as the voice you know so well crackles back, "Heard you might need a hand."

"Be careful, my friend." He smiles, before growing serious, "They've got you outnumbered ten to one."

There's an edge to Din's voice then, the words low and smooth, “I like those odds."

Karga chuckles, reminiscing, "I bet you do."

There's a beat of silence, and then a final request.

“Karga. Keep her safe, for me."

His eyes find yours. Knowing who Din means - your heart flipping at the words.

A knowing smile, as he answers.

"You know I will."

The comm clicks off, but the heat that rises in your chest and face lingers. Hiding the smile as your face turns towards the sun.

Watching with the others as the two ships dart around in the sky. The sounds of blasters layering over each other from within the city.

The bright flash of red and gold as a hit is landed on the Corsair, the handful of snubfighters in the sky quickly dwindling.

Whispers of hope race through the groups of people around you. Steps as they start to head towards the city, as the pirates are picked off.

A groan, as the turrets above shift. A spray landing a kilometer away, but each round moving closer. Spending up dirt and rock and the dread is flooding though you again as it quickly approaches.

“They’re targeting us!” A cry goes up, as that bit of hope wavers.

The groups scattering, splitting apart as they back up.

Your eyes stay on the sky. Watching as the two smaller ships team up - and fire.

The blaze of fire and smoke as the Corsair tilts, and then plummets. An achingly slow descent, as the front tips down, colliding loudly with the rocky ground. Crumpling into broken metal, and the explosion that fills the sky is so bright that it hurts your eyes.

The Pirate King, defeated.

The cries around you change. Fear turning swiftly into joy. Voices blending and mixing until it’s just a drawn out, repeated chant.

“It's gonna be okay!”

———

You’re among the first to breach the far border of the city. The remaining pirates gathered in surrender, weapons thrown upon the ground.

The Mandalorians chasing them from the bowels of the city, intent on seeing things through.

But not everyone among the remaining decide to go so easily. Something moves at the corner of your vision, as you pass by the crumbling house.

Something tall and broad - turning just in time to see the mottled yellow skin of the Quarren as he lunges your way.

Fingers twist around you, hard and cold. Your breath in your throat as the barrel presses against your chin - using you like a human shield.

Another pair, their skin in matching shades of crimson, grab the older woman and the young man next to you. Mimicking their leader, guns clicking in their hands.

A forced negotiation.

Ice creeps into your veins - fearing that this is the end, when you were so close to salvation. Eyes wide as you look towards Din.

How he turns at the gasp that skitters through the crowd. The briefest second - when he sees you.

The twitch of his hand, as he stalks forward. A blaster raised so quickly you can barely blink before something hot and bright is shooting past your cheek.

Downing the pirate that’s holding you captive with a single shot.

Whistling birds from the Mandalorian at his side taking out the other two in an instant.

You’re in his arms a moment later. The beskar cool against your cheek as he pulls you to him. Crushing you against his chest, before he’s pulling back.

The swivel of his helmet as he looks - paying an abandoned storefront just off to the side. Hauling you with him as the Mandalorians round up the rest of the Pirates, as they finally surrender.

You can feel the few eyes that follow you - the weight of their gaze. But in this moment, you can’t bring yourself to care.

He’s ripping the gloves off - bare hands coming to cup your face the moment you’re inside. As if unable to help touching you himself, not wanting any layers as he tilts your face up to his so he can see you.

A slow drift of his helmet as he checks you over.

“Are you hurt?” Din rasps, “Are you alright, cyar’ika?”

The meaning of that word is still unknown, but there’s such an affection in the way he says it. Carefully, earnestly, and it has you nodding.

“I’m fine.” You croak, your hand coming to rest on his. Pressing it against your cheek, leaning into it.

Some of the stiffness in his posture wanes. Your back pressing against the wall as he crowds you, as relief crashes through him.

Staring up at him - feeling the rush of emotion. Making your words soft, no more than a whisper.

“You came.”

His own voice rough, “Of course I did. I always will.”

You smile then, at that.

Sweet and soft, just for him.

“I knew you would. I just knew.”

At your words - the adoring look you give him - his hand is raising. Traveling to his helmet. Lifting the edge, where you can just see the briefest glimpse of tan skin, the scruff of his beard.

Before your eyes are snapping shut, and his lips are pressing to yours.

And oh, how you remember them.

Your fingers curling in his cowl as you cling to him. The moan sliding from your throat as he leans into you, his other hand gripping almost painfully at your waist.

Desperate.

That’s how you feel. Like you can’t get enough, as you curve yourself against his chest. Lips parting when his tongue brushes against the seam, letting him deepen it.

Leaving you panting and breathless when he finally pulls back. Fingers searching for more, tangling in the belt around his waist as his hips rock against yours.

“You’re safe now.”

You hum in distracted agreement, something much more welcome than panic thrumming in your veins.

He’s there with you, hand roaming - fingers dipping under the hem of your tunic. Bunching it up until he can brush the bare skin at your waist. A thigh nudging between yours, your own face reflected back in the shining visor.

Eyes half-lidden, with kiss-swollen lips.

“Din.” You whine, and he groans.

Hips rolling slowly against yours, just as the sound of his name echos.

Lower, this time. Modulated, like his.

The fingers slide from your shirt, but he stays close - twisting so he’s half-blocking you from sight.

From the sight of the Mandalorian that fills the doorway - tall and broad in his painted, blue armor. A cock of his head, as his arms cross over a thick chest.

“You did not tell us you took a riduur during your stay,” Amusement tinging his words, even through the helmet, “No wonder you were in such a rush to return.”

Another word to figure out - as Din’s posture stiffens, shifting closer to you. His hands on the wall, keeping you tucked carefully between them.

“What do you want?” He asks, not bothering to hide his own annoyance.

“Your friend, the Grand Magistrate, is requesting our presence.” There’s the low rumble of a laugh, “Or should I tell him you’re too busy?”

“We’ll be right there, Vizsla.”

It’s a dismissal, and the other Mandalorian takes it. Leaving the two of alone for a moment to make some swift adjustments.

The heat lingering in your cheeks, at getting caught. Grateful that the visitor wasn’t a few minutes later - certain that sight would have been a lot more than he bargained for.

A gloved hand is wrapped in yours, as you head back into the light.

Where Karga is waiting, ready to thank them. A generous gift offered - the land from the western lava flats to Bulloch Canyon, ceded to the Mandalorians.

His smile bright, as he tells them, “You may no longer have a home planet, but you do now have a home.”

———

That edge is tempered, now that Din knows you’re alright. But there’s a part that still lingers as he’s surrounded by his kin, his words clipped and short.

Stuck helping with negotiations - getting the ships moved to the landing pads, instead of hastily exited.

Unhappily separated, as you’re pulled into your own work. The city littered with debris and broken buildings. Bodies and smoldering fires.

Better to stay outside for one more night - to begin together, at dawn.

The best warriors sent in just to grab supplies. Coming back with materials to set up small camps, tents.

You work on your own, cozy enough for two. Not needing much more space, after hearing that Grogu would be staying safe with the other foundlings. Finding a spot to the edge of the camp of the Mandalorians, hoping Din will be able to find you.

Exhaustion tugging at you as you curl in the bedding, determined to wait up for him. That dull thrumming persisting between your thighs, even now.

Anticipating his return.

But the soft glow that the fire casts on the canvas starts to tug you under. Hazy with sleep when his voice finally comes, the sky an inky indigo above.

The soft call of your name.

A body lowering next to yours. Curling behind you, and you’re so relieved and content that you don’t mind the cold bite of the beskar against the thin fabric of your top.

A stiffness lingers in the way he holds you. As you’re unable to help arching back, his breath crackling harshly through the vocoder as your ass presses against him.

An arm, wrapping around you - his hand splaying across your stomach when you do it again. The thrust of his hips as he meets you this time, grinding himself against you.

“I need you.”

His words - low and rough - make you clench.

Rocking against him with more intent, as his bare hands begin to roam, like before. Rucking up your shirt so he can touch bare skin.

“I thought I would be too late.”

He can say it now, when it’s dark.

When it’s just the two of you.

Those worries finally breaking through the armor, spilling out from the cracks. Extracted, by the feeling of your body against his.

Letting himself breath for the first time in hours. An urge to feel every inch of you, to make sure you are truly okay. Wanting to make you forget, with the only way he knows how.

“You have me.” You tell him, catching his hand - dragging it up to your mouth. Pressing a kiss against the calloused knuckles, fingers warm in yours, “I believed in you.”

It feels silly now, that you ever doubted. Even for the brief second.

His groan is low, the edge of the helmet biting into your shoulder. Hand pulling free so he can grasp at the edge of your leggings - your hips rising so he can push them down.

Leaving them twisted around your thighs as his hand follows, dipping between them. Cupping you, where you’re molten. Aching, from that moment when he kissed you - replaying it over and over in the tent while you waited.

The tips of his fingers finding where you’re slick - rubbing tight circles, like he did in the springs. Each pass sends a little jolt down your spine, a flicker of pleasure in your brain.

Your breath short and sharp as you flex into his touch - a low whine when he pulls away to free himself. Feeling the heavy, velvety curve as it nudges against your ass. Damp fingers smearing your slick across a thigh as he lifts it.

Fitting his length between them, pressing it snug against your wet pussy. Petting at your clit again, as he thrusts.

Fingers focused - no teasing tonight. Gliding over the senstive bud as he grinds against you, fucking your thighs with his swollen cock. The ridge pressing against your folds as his hips roll, adding to your mounting pleasure.

Each pass brings you higher.

Each slide of his hips coming easier, as your arousal slicks up his cock. Dragging against you - making you want to just tilt your hips, so during the next pass, he’ll nudge inside.

Instead, your fingers drift beneath your shirt. Teasing your breast as the other hand makes a fist around the tip of his cock, a gentle pressure when his hips press flush against yours.

His groan joins yours, his pace stuttering.

That low voice coming out ragged, as your thighs tighten around him, “Come on my fingers, and you can have it.”

It has you clenching around nothing, a jerk of your hips into his touch.

“Please,” you moan, the familiar heat pooling in your belly. Winding with each swipe, as he presses just a little bit harder.

“Know you can,” He breathes, “Know you’re close.”

And you are - muscles tight as your focus narrows down to just his fingers. The heavy drag of his cock, so wet as it drags across sensitive skin.

The arm he has tucked under his head shoves beneath you, pressing between your breasts as he holds you tightly against him.

His breath ragged, loud through his helmet - only adding to the sensations that flood you. You own breath trapped in your chest, as everything strings tight.

Each gasping “oh” sending you higher. So close that your eyes screw shut - and when his cock catches against your entrance again, your fingers move.

A hitch of your hips as you guide the tip inside - Din’s moan filthy in your ear.

You come, as he’s pressing into you. Each shallow snap of his hips sinks him deeper, giving you something to clench around as you cry out his name.

A low groan that sounds close to a snarl, as he feels you. Hears your voice break on his name, pride flooding through him.

Not caring that someone else might hear.

Not this time.

Not when you’re pulsing around him, hot and wet and warm. Stiff in his arms as the spark flickers down your limbs, as you senselessly grind back against him.

Riding out the waves - until the fire that floods through you cools down to an ember, warm and low in your belly.

He pulls back, then - your moan pitiful as he leaves you empty. Urging you onto your stomach, as his weight presses against your back.

A sloppy thrust of his hips sends his cock against the curve of your ass, your thighs, before he finds you again.

Entering you with a long, slow thrust - punching the air from your lungs. His chest pressed against your back, braced on his forearms as his shoulder curl around yours.

Helmet biting into your shoulder as he pulls half-out, only to bury himself again.

“Fuck, mesh’la,” He groans, the words drawn out. You can only moan in response, as he splits you open, “So fucking perfect. My sweet girl.”

It’s needy, desperate. Clothes pushed to the side as needed, your legs pressed between his knees. His armor solid when it presses against you, the tent filling with the creak of the leather straps, the smack of skin on skin as he fills you.

Laid out, underneath him, fingers curling into the blankets as he pulls each soft sound from you.

Your thighs still bound by your leggings, making him feel even bigger, deeper, than last time. A little wiggle of your hips as you try to meet his thrusts, moaning against the bedding.

Half-finding your voice, panting the words out, “Feels so good. Gods, I missed you-“

His response a rough hum of agreement - nearly past words with his need. Managing a gritted out, “missed you, too” as his hips snap against yours.

Grinding himself deep, his cock dragging against your walls. Bumping that spongey spot that makes you see stars, over and over.

Until you can’t resist - until you’re shoving an arm between your stomach and the bedding. Reaching desperately between your thighs.

Fingers touching down on soaked skin, splitting around where he’s buried in you. Feeling the slide of his shaft, as his weight presses into just a little more.

It’s bliss, as your fingertips circle your clit. The heavy weight of him - the deep, pounding thrusts.

Din’s voice, so low in your ear. An edge that drives you wild, “I’m, fuck-”

He shifts, just barely slowing, “Want you to come with me. Can you do that?”

If he keeps it up, you know you can. Sending his cock against that spot, paired with the stroke of your fingers.

“Yes,” You manage, “So close-”

His reply is groaned out, a tremor in the way he holds himself. Losing that steady rhythm as your hips tilt, as he sinks just a tiny bit deeper. Listening to the way your breath changes - faster, higher.

Until his arm is shifting, the twist of his wrist as he reaches for your free one. Fingers entwining in yours, as your own vision starts to go hazy.

“Cyare, I can’t-” The words sound frustrated, but he can stop the rutting of his hips - so close to his own release. Trying to draw it out for you. Unable to hold back, as he feels you spread out beneath him.

“Wanna feel you,” You beg him, “Please, Din-”

Fingers circling quickly, feeling yourself tighten up again. His thrusts rough now, breath loud as he falls to the sound of your begging.

A pretty, drawn-out groan as he presses himself deep. Your name, mixed in with his breath as his cock throbs. Shallow thrusts with each pulse that ripples through him, as he empties himself.

It sends you over. Full of him as you come, milking him dry as your thighs clench. Shattering with white-hot pleasure, as he holds you - everything else seeming to fade, to grow soft and hazy.

Taking you a second to realize the strangled moans are yours, mixing with his soft, soothing praises.

Staying pressed together until your breathing returns to normal. Until he’s carefully sliding from you, and you’re doing your best to clean up, dripping and sticky with him.

Finding each other again after, in the darkness of the tent. Not wanting to be apart - not after today.

It feels like a weight been carved out of you. Leaving you hollow, in the darkness. Pressed up against him, though for the first time in days - you can breathe.

A comfort in the tents that surround you. The warmth of the fires, the city now silent.

“I don’t know what waits for us inside.” Your words are whispered out into the night. Guilt still gnaws at you, as you remember your promise, “I am so sorry that I couldn’t protect our home.”

“You did the right thing. That man’s cruelty is not your fault.” A palm strokes down your arm, your cheek pressed against his bare chest. Feeling the rumble of his words as they comfort you.

“If anything, it is mine.”

It has your head tilting up, chin pressing into this skin. Frowning, as you repeat his words back to him, “His cruelty is not your fault either. I heard what Karga said. They shot first. They chose to return.”

He makes a sound of uncertainty, as silence settles. A long moment passing, before you’re unable to help asking. Clarifying.

"Are you really going to stay, this time?"

The hand moves to your back then, pulling you closer. Tucking you further against him, until your nose is brushing the warm skin of his neck. Filling your senses with him - his voice, the warm, familiar scent of leather and metal and him.

"Yes, cyare." He soothes, "We'll stay. And if anything has happened to our home… we'll rebuild."

And you can hear the smile in his voice then, the word home. Because it was before, and it still is, now.

A finality in the way he says it. His own comfort in knowing that you're safe. In knowing that his culture will flourish here - that the children of the covert will feel what it is to play in the sunlight, once again.

“Together."

But if you send for me, you know I'll come

And if you call for me, you know I'll run

I'll run to you, I'll run to you

I'll run, run, run

(Mando’a: mesh’la - beautiful / cyare & cyar’ika - sweetheart / riduur - spouse)

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bathroom. || Kendall Roy || smut

Pairing: Dom!Kendall Roy x F!Sub!Reader

Summary: You're Roman's assistant, at a launch party Kendall invited you to. Stuff happens along the way that you're sure would get you fired.

Word count: 3.794

18+ only! More under the cut,

Warning(s): SMUT, aka 18+ only! Dom Kendall, implied one-sided attraction from roman, bathroom sex, fingering, p in v, sexual tension, stewy makes a cameo

A/n: this is based on a request i got! :DD

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It’s a cold night, and Kendall is standing in front of you.

You don't know Kendall that long, but there's a clear twinkle in his eyes that shines with deviancy as he greets you. Even in the darkness of the New York street, you can see a glimmer that simply can't be usual. His smile is something you'd consider overly excited, and his short hair is slightly ruffled. You look him up and down, taking note of his casual appearance. "Hey hey heyy, there's my girl," he says with a wide grin.

He goes in for a side-hug, which you lean into with a smile. You don't expect him to speak as close to your ear as he does as he tells you, "I'm really fucking happy you could make it," so you can't help but shiver as his breath fans against your ear. Kendall pulls away from the hug, immediately searching for eye contact as he keeps grinning at you. "You know I'm never one to say no to a good party," you chuckle, letting him lead you from the street into the building.

It's some random start-up party, and Kendall had asked Roman to invite you, so now here you are. You aren't completely sure why he'd invite you, though.

You guessed it was because of Kendall's strange need for validation, and somehow him having a lot of 'friends' validated him. Not like you're complaining-- the white mini dress you're wearing has been collecting dust in your closet, so you're happy to put it into action.

"I like your, uhh, get-up. Real church girl gone slutty vibes. Fits you," he notes, eyes shamelessly raking over your body. You roll your eyes at him. He's high at most, and strangely giddy at the very least. Whatever he says tonight will not be worth worrying over. "And you look like you're gonna be a guest at Comic-Con," you shoot back as you let him open the door for you.

He ushers you inside with a hearty laugh, casually resting a hand on the small of your back which, surprisingly, you don't hate. "Listen, I know you hate those yuppy-wuppy parties, so I thought this kinda shit would be right up your alley. Good food, free drinks and a DJ that doesn't fucking suck." You hum as you scan the hallway you're standing in. Kendall quickly turns to talk to security, while you quickly grab your phone out of your purse to check your messages.

[ sad victorian puppy ]: Where the fuck are you

[ sad victorian puppy ]: ????????

[ sad victorian puppy ]: Hurry up before I hang myself with the fairy lights

[ sad victorian puppy ]: I'm not joking

[ sad victorian puppy]: I'm doing it right now

"You ready to dazzle loser-y tech bro's?" Your head shoots up from Roman's messages to give Kendall a nod. He yet again casually places his hand on the small of your back, handing you a wristband as he starts explaining random finance shit to you. It's all 'bla bla shareholders, bla bla stakes' to your ears, but you nod along as he bridges into the people he knows at the party.

The main event hall is spacious, fairy lights and plastic vines struggling to make this whole thing feel low-key. With a bar in the corner and a lively dance floor at the very front, you let Kendall lead you through the crowd as he points people out. "That's Shane, nasty fucking guy. His dad got in trouble for insider trading, so he made a jailbreak video game based on him and made bank," he practically giggles into your ear, hand slithering to rest on your side.

The side of his body is flush against yours, and his hot breath fans against your ear with each smart-mouthed remark. There's something promiscuous about it all, and you can't help but lean into his casual touches. "Is that one friend of yours here, too? With the beard and gray streak?"

He raises his brow at you in amusement. "You mean Stewy? Why, d'you wanna fuck him or something?" he asks through a wicked grin. "I barely know him, Ken, and you know I prefer being wined and dined." His eyes crease as his smile grows, curiously watching you. "Uh-huh, sure you do. Miss self-respect over here." You grin as well, walking out of Kendall's hold to disappear into the crowd, making your way to the bar.

Almost immediately you spot Roman, whose deep frown you can see from far as he stares at his phone. "Hiya, Romes."

You didn't mean to startle him, but that doesn't stop you from laughing at him when he jumps up, hissing out a sharp 'Jesus fuck' as he turns to glare at you. "Is this what you've been doing? Haunting this place and scaring people like a fuckin' poltergeist?"

"I mean, I am wearing white," you remark, before quickly ordering a mocktail as you hop onto one of the bar stools. Roman scoffs at you, choosing to simply stand next to your seat and lean against the bar. He seems strangely nervous, something you tell yourself to ask about later.

He slips his phone into his pocket with a huff. "Yeah yeah, whatever, Casper the shitty fuckin' assistant." Your drink slides in front of you, so instead of mustering a quip in reply, you opt to quietly taking a sip. It's surprisingly bitter, but you don't hate it.

From the corner of his eye, Roman carefully watches you. "Y'know, I can see you glaring at me," you mumble against the glass of your drink, smiling at Roman as he straightens his back and clears his throat. "Fuck off, I'm just weirded out by you in a party dress. It's uncanny valley type shit," he says, awkwardly tugging at his own fingers like he's trying to dislocate them.

"I think you're using uncanny valley wrong." With a scoff he turns his entire body to properly glare at you. "I know what uncanny valley is, and you in a dress like this gives off major android vibes. Like the real you has been replaced by a freaky, lookalike sex doll." He pokes your arm as he says it. His face is crinkled in childlike disgust as he watches you take another sip of your drink.

You can tell he doesn't mean it. He knows he doesn't mean it, too, hands fiddling as he fights the urge to touch the fabric of your ivory dress. "Still weird that Kendall wanted you here. Are you fucking him? I'm gonna fire you if you are, because that's, like, reaaally fucking gross," he groans out, continuing his glaring as you nonchalantly finish your drink.

"How about you first ask HR if asking about my love life is appropriate behavior, then I'll tell you all the juicy details." And with that you place your empty glass down and stand up from your seat. You pat Roman's shoulder with a grin. "I'm gonna go socialize, so stay put," you tell him, and while you didn't mean for it to come off as flirtatious, you don't correct yourself when you realize it does.

You maneuver through the hipster ocean, avoiding the guys wearing Rick & Morty shirts with ugly tweed blazers on top who are desperate for a conversation with you. The dance floor is in full swing, something you're sure you wouldn't have seen if you arrived earlier. Kendall had told Roman, who then told you that the later you arrived, the better it'd be.

Speaking of that devil, there Kendall stands, wearing kicks you're sure are worth more than your soul, a casual blazer and a shirt with a minimalist design. He lights up when he sees you, smile reaching to his eyes as he calls you over with a wave. Next to him stands that friend of his, dressed far too formal for the occasion.

He opens his arm, signaling for you to slot against him, which you do with far less hesitance than you'd like to have had. "Had enough of Rome?" he teases, carrying a blissful grin. You ignore the comment, instead focusing on Ken's friend.

"Roman's assistant, right? Haven't seen you since that thing in Florence." You hum in agreement, trying to dredge up his name from your memory. Kendall removes you from his arm to stop a wandering waiter and ask for... something, who knows. "Yeah, you were just as overdressed then as you are now," you reply with a cheeky grin.

What his name was, though, is still on the tip of your tongue. Something with an S, for sure, but the rest of the letters just don't place themselves.

Kendall returns to your side, and quickly whispers in your ear,

"Stewy."

He turns his head to look at you, and as your eyes meet he shoots you a coy grin before turning to, well, Stewy. "Y'know Rome has her write his e-mails? She probably knows more confidential shit than I do at this point." Stewy lets out a small chuckle, clearly looking you up and down. Kendall laughs at that, although there's a sharp tinge to it.

After some small talk between the two men that you simply could not follow for the life of you, Stewy leaves to go to the bathroom, winks and nudges palpable as Ken tells him to have fun.

"So, how're you liking it?" he suddenly asks you as the two of you walk to the couches in the corners of the room. "It's very... trendy." You smile as Kendall huffs out a laugh, the two of you sitting much closer to each other than you really have to be.

His thigh, which is surprisingly firm, is flush against yours. You can feel yourself holding your breath, but you just can't seem to breathe out as Kendall doesn't stop making eye contact. "Yeah, this is some hipster bullshit, I know. Still, the drinks are good, and the catering isn't pathetic."

"I haven't even had the food here yet, is it really not that bad? Those mini sandwiches seemed a bit..." He chuckles at that, nodding his head as his eyes quickly dart around, searching for something.

"Like absolute dog shit, yeah. But I swear it tastes pretty good. Let me go get some for you." You were expecting him to stand up, but instead he waves over a guy most definitely getting paid below minimum wage. "Hey dude, can you get me and the lady some of those mini sandwiches? And some drinks, too."

The waiter scurries off with a nod, so you turn your focus back to Kendall who's simply staring at you. "Seriously, thanks for coming. Not to sound like a sappy loser, but I do appreciate it. You're reliable, that's important shit to me, y'know?"

You smile at Kendall, patting his thigh. "It's no problem, Ken. You're a cool dude," you tell him, which somehow makes his eyes glimmer more than they have been so far. With a bewildered, yet smug look he keeps staring at you. "Good to know you find me cool. You're, uhh, cool too."

His hand goes to lay on top of yours, and suddenly whatever cologne he's been wearing floods your sense of smell. The air becomes heavy, too heavy for you to bear, as he continues looking into your eyes.

But then he squeezes your hand, quickly looks away and lets out a light chuckle. As if on queue, the waiter appears, drinks and ugly sandwiches on a platter. He places them on the table in front of you, then quickly departs.

"Fucking finally," Kendall mumbles, grabbing one of the sandwiches. "Alright, now open up."

"Open up?" He hums, smile growing more and more devious as he taps his mouth. "C'mon, say 'ahh', humor me." You have no reason to go along with it, or him, but something inside of you wants to, so you obediently open your mouth as Kendall plops the sandwich in your mouth.

The tension is palpable, partially because of how intense his eye contact suddenly becomes when you accidentally wrap your lips around his finger for a second as he pulls away. Flustered, you start chewing, letting out a muffled sound of enjoyment as the harmonious flavors spread over your palate.

"Shit, Ken, this is good," you giggle out, hand covering your mouth in a weak attempt at hiding your flustered expression. "Told you, didn't I? You can trust me, y'know."

He takes his own bite of food, as well as a dark blue drink, and he--

"Shit."

You look down at your dress, and all you see is blue.

Kendall spilled his fucking drink.

"Fuck, completely my bad," he hisses out, immediately grabbing you by the arm and leading you to the bathroom. For a split second you think you see Roman watching the two of you, but you don't have much time to dwell on it as you rush to one of the spacious bathrooms and lock the door behind you.

Kendall seems a bit frantic, like cold water was thrown over him, hands shaky as he grabs some paper towels and awkwardly tries to dry you off. "I fucked up, I'm sorry. Did you have a jacket with you, or?"

You simply shake your head no, to which Kendall grimaces. "Send me the cleaning bill for this shit, alright? This is completely my fault," he murmurs. "Ken, it's fine, it's just a drink. It'll wash out by itself."

It definitely won't, but the verbal comfort seems to ease his mind, as he stops wiping. "Yeah, you're, uh, you're right. I can get Jess to go find a jacket for you, it'd be here in like, ten minutes."

Before you can even decline, he walks to the other side of the bathroom, phone held against his ear as he mercilessly calls Jess during a Friday evening. You stare at yourself in the mirror, frowning at the splotch of blue. As you try to tug the dress a bit away from your skin, Ken appears behind you. "You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just really sticky," you groan as you grab another paper towel and struggle to push it in between your dress and your bare skin. "Fuck, this is uncomfortable but, uh... would it be cool for you to zip my dress down a little? So I can actually reach inside my dress."

Your cheeks are hot as you ask him, eyes cast down to the marble floor. He lets out a tense chuckle, stepping close enough to reach your back. "Yeah, of course." You look into the bathroom mirror and watch Kendall as he slowly reaches for the back of your zipper.

His knuckles brush up against your skin as he takes the delicate zipper in between his fingers. Little by little, he pulls it down, watching your face through the mirror. Breathlessly he waits for you to nod, to tell him that it's enough.

But for a reason you could never say out loud, you don't. Instead you watch him zip the dress down, lower and lower until the zipper ends at your waist.

His hands sneak into your now unzipped dress, holding onto your bare hips as he places a careful kiss to the back of your neck. "God, you smell fucking divine," he groans out, covering your neck and back with pecks as he roams your body. The pads of his fingers are rough against your skin, like sandpaper against velvet.

He gropes one of your breasts, breathing in your scent while his other hand traverses lower and lower. The whine you let out as he gently tugs at your nipple is desperate, something he replies to with a simple kiss to your temple. "You gotta be quiet, can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

Before you can even nod, he lunges at you, lips smashing against yours. He doesn't take his time, tugging at your bottom lip as he groans into your mouth. It's like he's trying to ravage you, hands growing rougher in their touch as he drowns in your scent.

You can barely hold back your moans as he consumes your entire being. His hand finds the rim of your panties in no time, and with zero hesitation he pushes two of his fingers against your clit. The small circles he makes send small sparks of delicious electricity through your body. "So wet for me," Kendall whispers against your lips, still watching you through the mirror.

His gaze is hot, burning through your skin and heating you to your bones as he pleasures you. "Ken, please."

He can't stop himself from chuckling at how needy you are. "I kinda always knew your whole put together thing was bullshit. I mean, look at you now," he says, letting out a sharp laugh as you shiver at his words.

"Roman doesn't even know you could be like this, huh? A needy slut fucking her boss's brother in some random bathroom." He doesn't give you any time to respond, his two fingers move from your clit to slip inside of you. Your walls squeeze against his digits as he uses his thumb to keep the pressure on your clit constant.

It's all too much. His filthy words against the shell of your ear as he abuses your cunt, his other hand still busying himself with your nipple. It's hot, and harsh, yet the most satisfying feeling you've had in years.

Not only that, but you can tell how riled up he is, too. Panting, lightly grinding against you, hungrily staring at your reflection. "Fuck-- sit on the sink for me," he groans, removing his fingers. You do as he tells you, whimpering at the sudden emptiness.

He pushes his fingers into your mouth without much warning, but you gladly let him. There's a small part of you, in a very dark corner of your brain, that's cursing you out for being here. For letting him feed you, for letting his hands even graze against you. It's like every moment with him tonight led up to this moment, with you sucking your own juices from Kendall's fingers as he undoes his pants with his other hand.

Kendall pulls his fingers away, wiping your saliva on your exposed thigh. You giggle as he pulls a condom from his pocket, giving him a teasing look. "Prepared, are we?"

He shrugs, expression almost bashful as he carefully rips the foil. "Not gonna lie to you, I got them from Stewy right after you walked away," he chuckles, cheeks raised high as if he's genuinely embarrassed. "I was really hoping for this," he motions between the two of you with a strangely sincere smile, "to happen."

"Stop being a sap and fuck me, Kenny." His head hangs low as he laughs at that, pulling out his cock as casually as one can when getting ready to fuck their brother's assistant in a bathroom. You bite the inside of your cheek raw as you watch him slowly roll the condom down. He lets out a small hiss as he does so, eyebrows furrowing as he gives himself a few loose-handed strokes.

With a gentleness he hadn't shown before, he pushes your thighs apart and your panties down. He looks into your eyes and smiles warily as he lines himself up against your entrance. "Are you okay?"

You roll your eyes at him, and with a burst of sudden confidence you grab him by his hips and push him against you. It takes a small bit of adjusting from Kendall, whose amused grin is, at this point, infectious.

As his cock slowly delves into you, you let out a tandem moan. "So fucking tight," Kendall huffs out, thumb yet again finding your clit as he watches you weakly writhe. "Can you please just move, Ken?"

The laugh he lets out is breathy, but he quickly complies, almost fully removing himself from you before slamming back into you. The pace he sets is brutal, his large hand clutching at your side and his eyes only focused on you. Your dress is clumsily pushed down, letting your tits bounce freely as his every thrust shakes you to your core.

Kendall doesn't relent with his other hand, either. He roughly spits on your sopping wet cunt, thumb gliding over your slick clit with ease. His every move leaves you gasping for air, and if it wasn't for the hand you're using to cover your mouth, you're sure everyone outside would hear you.

"I knew I had to fuck you when I saw you in this dress," he groans out as you shove your head into the crook of his neck, biting on his shoulder to keep your noises unheard. "I don't know how Rome handles having you around, always wearing those tight fucking pencil skirts. I'd bend you down over my desk," he picks up his pace, harshly slamming his cock into you, "and eat your pussy with everyone's watching."

With a particularly hard thrust and his words ricocheting in your head, you fall apart. Your entire body convulses, and everything turns a pure white as you can feel Kendall smash his lips against yours in an attempt to swallow your noise.

His own thrusts grow sloppy, and with a gruff moan he slowly stills his movements. You stay like that for a moment as you come to, his forehead resting against yours. You're both panting, and horribly sweaty, and as you slowly open your eyes the first thing you notice is the blue on your dress. Ken follows your line of sight, letting out a weak chuckle.

"We, uh, still haven't fixed that."

The two of you share a laugh, before he slowly pulls himself. You pull your panties up as he busies himself with discarding the condom and tucking himself back into his pants, hissing at the cold sensation of your cooled down slick. "Hey, didn't you call Jess or something?" you mutter, more to yourself than to him as he helps you zip your dress back up. "Yeah, she's probably been waiting."

"Poor Jess." Kendall heartily laughs at your sympathy. "I just gave you a mind-blowing fuck, and you're worrying about her?"

You shrug, shooting Kendall a small smile as you fix yourself up a bit in the mirror. Ken wraps an arm around your waist as he stands besides you. "So what happened to being wined and dined? Or is that still on the table," he asks through a brash grin.

"Stop being a smart ass and ask me on a date like a normal rich guy."

"Rich guys don't do dates," he jokes as he unlocks the bathroom, arm still around your waist since your legs are wobbling,

"they fuck assistants in bathrooms."

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Mini React.js Tips #1 | Resources ✨

I thought why not share my React.js (JavaScript library) notes I made when I was studying! I will start from the very beginning with the basics and random notes I made along the way~!

Up first is what you'll need to know to start any basic simple React (+ Vite) project~! 💻

What you'll need:

node.js installed >> click

coding editor - I love Visual Studio Code >> click

basic knowledge of how to use the Terminal

What does the default React project look like?

Step-by-Step Guide

[ 1 ] Create a New Folder: The new folder on your computer e.g. in Desktop, Documents, wherever that will serve as the home for your entire React project.

[ 2 ] Open in your coding editor (will be using VSCode here): Launch Visual Studio Code and navigate to the newly created folder. I normally 'right-click > show more options > Open with Code' on the folder in the File Explorer (Windows).

[ 3 ] Access the Terminal: Open the integrated terminal in your coding editor. On VSCode, it's at the very top, and click 'New Terminal' and it should pop up at the bottom of the editor.

[ 4 ] Create the actual React project: Type the following command to initialize a new React project using Vite, a powerful build tool:

npm create vite@latest

[ 5 ] Name Your Project: Provide a name for your project when prompted.

[ 6 ] Select 'React' as the Framework: Navigate through the options using the arrow keys on your keyboard and choose 'React'.

[ 7 ] Choose JavaScript Variant: Opt for the 'JavaScript' variant when prompted. This is the programming language you'll be using for your React application.

[ 8 ] Navigate to Project Folder: Move into the newly created project folder using the following command:

cd [your project name]

[ 9 ] Install Dependencies: Execute the command below to install the necessary dependencies for your React project (it might take a while):

npm install

[ 10 ] Run the Development Server: Start your development server with the command (the 'Local' link):

npm run dev

[ 11 ] Preview Your Project: Open the link provided in your terminal in your web browser. You're now ready to witness your React project in action!

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A quiet moment – John Price

Pairing : John Price x f!reader.

Summary: Marriage, Baby and life. Fluff and domestic feels.

This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe, but the reader isn’t “ Mini”. Continuation of Little secret and Learning to let go.

“masterlist” for prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Price knocked on the door gently, but there was no response. Slowly he opens the door to the infirmary, finding you sleeping , curling up in the chair, head in a bizarre angle , in front of the desk. Piles of unfinished paperworks scattered on the side, laptop screen showing you were halfway through typing your report before you dozed off to sleep. The coffee he brought you this morning, untouched. Price is worried about you. You seem to be a bit off lately. Getting tired more easily, not sleeping well at all. Your appetite also changed. You were a big eater before, sometimes you can eat more than him. Now you tend to nibble on crackers and trail mixes, skipping main meals.

He notices you tend to overwork yourself, no matter how much he nag you not to overexert. Your sense of duty and focus always overcomes your common sense of looking after yourself.

You startled awake when Price touches your shoulder. “John?”

“ Love, you're gonna strain your neck if you sleep like that. .. and you are drooling.”

Wiping your mouth, embarrassed, “ I am not… and what are you doing here?” “ Wondering why my wife isn’t in bed with me.”

The two of you got married a few months ago after a long courtship. Both of you are pretty low key type of people, and none of you wanted a lavish wedding.: I have cut ties with my family, you said to him once, and he doesn’t have any close family around anymore. So at the end, with your friends Doc and Ghost by the side as witnesses, Price and you got married in the registry office. The only other people who knew about the marriage was the HR team.

“You are overworking yourself too much lately, are you sure you are Ok?”

“.... Never been better.” he can sense you are lying, hiding something from him. But he doesn’t press on. Until one day after he came back from a mission he couldn’t find you. Not in your shareroom, not in the infirmary, or anywhere on site. “Captain.” Doc called out to him as they spotted Price storming down the corridor. He takes a deep breath before turning around, trying not to show the panic that is slowly building up in his stomach.

Doc looked left and right, making sure there were no other people in close proximity before they whispered, “She’s in hospital. Got sent there two days ago.” Price threw a few words of gratitude over his shoulder as he turned around and rushed towards the address Doc provided.

“Oh hey darling, you are back.” You greet him lightly as you look up from your tablet, sitting in the hospital bed.

How can you be so calm still while on a drip and looking so pale? Just as he was ready to launch another lecture, you seemed to be able to read his mind and interjected before he opened his mouth.

“ Before you tell me off…” you reach over to the side table, grabbing a little print out and handing it over to him. It’s a picture of an ultrasound.

“... John?” No reply. He pulled a chair in and sat down. Stunned. “Are you going to say something?” Voice wavered as your face crumbled a bit. He’s going to be a father. Something that he never thought of. Hell, he never expected to be married or even to be in a relationship with anyone years ago. And here he is,having the first glance of his future child. A soft smile grew on his face. He reached out and grabbed your hand. “Did you know?”

“... I had an inkling for a while.”

“ Why didn’t you tell me?”

“... I wanted to be sure first.” You look down at your finger, fidgeting away.” Plus, things have been so busy at work I… “ He sighed. “ You need to take better care of yourself. Not just for yourself,” He leans over and places his hand on your abdomen,” For the bub, and for me too. Please.” You nodded your head. After getting discharged from the hospital, you found out that you will no longer be staying on site at the base. John has signed a lease for a house nearby, more suitable for a growing family. What surprised you even more was, everything was moved and new furniture was already in place, even the nursery. Full of toys. “.... I might have gone a bit overboard.” Price admitted sheepishly.

“We don’t even know if it's a boy or girl yet.” You chuckled. “ Hence why I bought both….” you rolled your eyes as he commented.” Plus it doesn’t matter. They can play with whatever they want.” He pulled you in from behind and rested his hand on your slightly growing stomach. “ Thought of the name for the bub yet?” You lean your head back into his neck. “ I was thinking of Grace for a girl… or Kyle if it’s a boy.” he kisses your head. “ I like that.” “ Well, little one, mummy and daddy can’t wait to meet you in a few months' time.”

“Sergeant Kyle Garrick reporting for duty, everyone calls me Gaz….. Something wrong Captain?”“No.. Nothing is wrong. You got a great name.”

“?????”

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When The Bough Breaks : Part Four

A Rafe Cameron Mini Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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PART THREE | MASTERLIST | PART FIVE

You didn’t drink at all the rest of the week until Moses came home. Your nerves were shot. Every hour of the day you spent paranoid about your nosy neighbors. Deep down, you truly believed Sarah meant well, but the fact that she could bypass your alarm system alarmed you. You were antsy for Moses to return so he could jump on getting those changed immediately. You didn’t want him going back to work next week without feeling safe & comfortable in your own home.

It’s not that you really thought they would do it again, Sarah or Rafe, you hoped, but it still troubled you. You needed to feel safe here.

You sat at the island in the kitchen, your fingers tapping rapidly atop the granite. One leg was shaking beneath you as your eyes kept flicking over to the clock. It was a quarter pass eleven in the morning. Normally Moses would already be home. He was an efficient man, never late to anything by more than just a couple minutes. Your mind began to run rampant, wondering where the hell he could be…

As all the possible, especially worst case, scenarios flooded your brain, you finally heard an engine pull into the driveway.

Launching out of your seat, you sped to the top of the stairs. Through the windows you could see Moses climbing the stairs outside, his hand dangling the keys. You beat him to it, jumping down the stairs & unlocking the door, swinging it open all before he could select the right key for the door.

“Moses!” You sounded rushed, scared. He smiled at you but in turn was also concerned about the tone in your voice. Before he could greet you, you gripped his forearm, pulling him inside & after you up the stairs.

“Hey, where’s the fire?” He joked, managing to keep up with your forceful tugging.

In the kitchen, you let him go, rounding to the other side of the island to face him. You slapped your palms on the granite, wanting to be firm on the topic at hand without getting too many questions from him.

“We need to talk, it’s important.” You began. His eyes downshifted, a crease forming between his brows.

With hesitance, he sat down placing his work satchel on the counter. It was only then that you noticed what the other hand held. A bouquet of flowers. A mix of your favorites: heather, hydrangea, & peony.

You frowned. It wasn’t uncommon for Moses to bring home flowers. He was without a doubt one of those men that bought flowers just because. But the difference was his expression. Usually, he smiled, kissed you on the forehead, or something else affectionate along those lines. However, the way he looked was not affectionate. He looked almost apologetic.

“Moses?” Your voice was soft, barely audible as your gaze lingered on the flowers warily.

He grinned lopsidedly, the corner of his mouth not reaching his eyes. He moved the flowers out of sight.

“What is it?” You asked, now hyper focused on his unsure demeanor.

“What is that you wanted to talk about?” He bypassed your question with a question of his own. You shook your head, momentarily forgetting what it was you were gearing up for. But you couldn’t get back to it.

“Moses.” You repeated, your tone growing impatient, “what’s wrong?”

Moses sighed, his eyes falling to his satchel contemplatively.

“I, uh. I don’t—” He stopped abruptly, resting the chin of his face onto a palm as he peered at you. You felt a wave of nausea hit you. Moses never looked at you like that. Often his looks varied between fondness or pride to sadness or pain. But never fear.

Moses looked fearful of you.

It made your heart sink. You took a deep breath before slowly circling the island to his side. His eyes remained where you once stood. When you approached him, you put a gentle hand on his shoulder. Comforting him used to come easy, not so much anymore. But at that moment, you knew that whatever was lying in wait on his tongue was scaring him. He needed you.

“Moses.” You said his softly, your thumb caressing the fine fabric of his shirt.

Still unable to look at you, he brought his hand up to yours, grasping it tenderly. Then he finally looked at you.

His blueish-green eyes were reddened. He hadn’t been sleeping.

Was he scared to come home? To me?

“I don’t want to upset you.” He started, rotating the stool so he could fully face you, pulling your body closer to him. Your eyes danced around the features of his face. God, he was still so handsome. More so than the day you met. The womanly parts of you still longed for his touch & affection but those parts remained deeply hidden.

You placed a palm on his cheek, feeling the scruff there, “You’re scaring me, Moses.”

He chuckled once at that but it wasn’t an amusing one. He nodded in agreement.

Then he let you go, his hands reaching for his satchel. He paused for just a moment as he opened it, appearing to brave himself for what would come next. Your stomach knotted.

In his hands he held a file. It was thick, perhaps the width of your thumb.

Divorce.

Your heart shattered.

You shouldn’t have been surprised though. Most marriages fell apart after the loss of a child. Since moving to Kildare you refused to return to counseling, you continued to abuse your medication with alcohol, you never leaned on your husband in moments when you needed a shoulder most. You two didn’t even share a bed.

Divorce was the next step in your crumbling marriage to Moses. And it would all be your fault.

He tried. Moses never stopped trying. But you had.

“Oh.” You collapsed into the stool beside him, “I should’ve known.”

Moses furrowed his brows at you. You fingered the ring on your left hand, suddenly the last seven years of your relationship coming down to this.

He grasped your wrist desperately, “No, _____.”

Moses gently grabbed the sides of your face to turn to him, shaking his head, a shocked expression gracing his features, “Oh, my god, no, _____. I’m not divorcing you.”

His words took your breath away. At that point, you couldn’t help the cascade of tears as they bounced down your cheeks.

“I would never do that to you, to us.” He stated, pulling your face into the crook of his neck as he hugged you.

“Darling, I love you. I love you more than anything in this whole world.” He pulled away to look into your tear-soaked eyes, his fingers gentle on your skin, “Divorce papers will never come between us, I promise you.”

You sniffled, wiping your cheeks in embarrassment. Unable to form any words as your emotions fluctuated, you gestured to the file with concern.

Moses dropped a hand to grasp both of yours in your lap before flipping the file open.

At first, you weren’t sure what you were looking at. There was a lot of paperwork in the file but what stood out the most was the paper-clipped image of a child attached in the corner. The child couldn’t be older than three. Your eyes lingered on the smile the little boy wore for the camera before falling to the words on the paper.

Underneath were boxes filled with printed words about who you assumed to be the boy in the picture. His name was Yasir & he turned two only three months prior. Below his information was the information of his parents.

Both of whom were deceased.

You shot your eyes to the top of the paper, having missed the largest printed words on the page.

Merry Hill’s Home for Boys.

“Moses?” Your voice was strained, confused. Then your eyes flashed to him.

His nostrils flared as he looked at you.

“What is this?” You questioned, but you already knew the answer.

“I haven’t made any moves, _____.” Moses informed you, already sensing your growing anger, “I wanted to bring this to you so we could talk about it.”

“Talk about what, Moses?” You pushed his hands away from you & stood up, distancing yourself. “You picked a kid already.”

“_____, please, hear me out. I want to discuss this with you. Nothing is set without your say.”

“Oh, my say?” You scoffed, “My say matters huh? Not before you scouted a fucking orphanage, or before you were even thinking about adoption? My say didn’t matter then, is that it?”

“_____.” Moses began but you cut him off.

“No, Moses, goddamnit!” You hurled, “It’s been a year. A year.”

Angry tears blurred your vision as you stared at the man you fell in love with, “A year & you’re already trying to replace him.”

“That is not fair!” He voice rose, rising from the chair as well, “He was my son, too. No one will ever replace him.”

“This Yasir kid is sure looking good to you though. A back up.”

“This is not a back-up!” He yelled, his face growing red with frustration, “This is a child who needs a home, a family, a mother & father to watch him grow & be there for him every step of the way. I am a father, & you’re a mother.”

“Not anymore.” You spit bitterly, “I was a mother.”

“You still are.” He pleaded, taking a step toward you, “you still can be.”

“No.” You gritted your teeth, hugging yourself as you shook uncontrollably.

“Let’s just…” Moses held his hands out palms down, “calm down & talk about this, okay? Can we do that?”

“Absolutely not.” You shook your head vehemently, “there is absolutely nothing to discuss here. I do not want a child. I will not replace our son.”

“He isn’t a fucking replacement!” Moses matched your shaking, “we have the means, the funds, the house, the—”

“No, Moses!” You screeched, glaring heatedly at him, “I will not listen to this any longer. My answer is no.”

A vein popped in his forehead as he stared at you. Hurt. He inhaled sharply, his hands on his hips. Tears continued to fall from your eyes but you felt numb.

Moses said nothing as he gathered the file, returning the contents to his satchel.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, “this was bad idea. I apologize for that.”

With his back to you, he slung his three-button jacket over his arm before gripping the handle of his satchel.

“I’m going to head back. My staying here isn’t beneficial to either of us.”

You couldn’t help but glare at his back as he left you standing in the kitchen. When his footfalls sounded on the stairs you took off, calling after him as he descended the stairs to the front door.

“Run away, you coward!” You threw from the top of the stairs, “hide behind your work, leave me all alone here, pretend he never existed.”

At the final accusation, Moses spun around to toss you the ugliest glare you had ever seen cross his eyes. It made you shudder.

“Like you?” He questioned, his voice shaking, “you—who doesn’t want to talk about him, who refuses to go to grief counseling with me. My god, _____, you can’t even say his name. There’s no pictures of him around the house, they’re all in my office. His clothes are buried under dust in the garage. His toys donated.”

Every word out of his mouth bit at your skin.

Moses lowered his eyes, shaking his head, “You don’t want to adopt. Fine. I won’t push, I won’t argue, I won’t do it behind your back. But don’t you ever—ever—accuse me of forgetting him.”

Your lips shook, wanting to bite back, hurt him back, hurt him harder. But he was already in pain. As you were.

“I’ll call you in a couple days after we’ve had time to cool down.” Moses didn’t look at you as he opened the door, “I love you.”

It was the last words he said as he shut the door.

You collapsed. Your knees gave out.

For what felt like an eternity, you sat at the top of the stairs sobbing into your hands.

Everything Moses said on repeat in your head. He wasn’t wrong. There were no pictures of your son anywhere in sight. You hadn’t held his clothes in your arms since the day you packed them up & pushed them into the nether. His favorite toys were long gone. And you couldn’t say his name…

Jesse.

The thought of his name forced more tears.

Jesse with the expressive eyes. Jesse who had a birthmark on the shell of his right ear. Jesse who slept soundly in your arms in the night. Jesse with the gentle soul whose hands you missed holding.

“Jesse.” The house was silent.

“Jesse.” You repeated.

His laugh echoed in your ears. The sounds of his feet running across the floor to your arms played over & over.

Then you were crying harder, louder, until you were wailing. You curled into the fetal position just there on the floor, your tears pooling under your cheek as your body manifested the pain you had been trying to outrun.

Your vision blurred until you couldn’t see anymore.

And then there was just darkness.

You hoped to find Jesse there.

Your shoulder was sore as you stepped out of the shower.

After Moses left & you passed out from emotional exhaustion, you hadn’t woken up until the evening. Your body ached when you finally moved, realizing you had slept for nearly seven hours on the hardwood floor.

A groan escaped you as you massaged the muscles on your shoulder.

You were grateful the mirror was fogged as you got dressed.

You couldn’t face the person Moses perfectly described.

Not caring about drying your hair, you left the confines of your bedroom. In the kitchen, you searched for the hard stuff.

You wouldn’t be taking your medication. You needed to drink excessively to numb the pain.

Just one more night, you told yourself, making a promise that after the weekend you would begin to do things right, better.

A satisfied sigh escaped you when you found your favorite brand of gin. At the counter you mixed yourself a dry martini, sure to pop a few olives into the glass.

Tonight you were going to drink until you didn’t know who you were anymore. You were going to let the demons out one last time.

On the patio, you placed your martini on the table beside you, kicking your feet under you as you looked out onto the coastline. The sun had nearly set. You wanted to make it to sunrise.

The first couple hours passed by as you planned. You made yourself two more martini’s before you stumbled to the liquor cabinet to pull out Moses’ scotch of choice.

You never liked scotch, that was always Moses’ preference. You were a gin girl through & through. But the gin had run out, some it spilt on the sweater you wore.

In the butler’s kitchen, you poured yourself a glass of scotch, mumbling incoherently to yourself as you did. The goldish brown of liquid transfixed you. You played with the glass in your hand, watching the liquid swirl.

You brought it to your lips, taking a longer sip than necessary. It went down smoothly with a tender burn. You hummed to yourself, leaning against the cabinetry. Perhaps scotch wasn’t so bad…

Grabbing the bottle of scotch by its puny neck, letting it hang lazily from your hand as you returned to the patio. In the kitchen, you barely made out that it was nearly midnight.

“Time flies…” you muttered as you fell ungracefully onto the lounger, “when you’re world is falling apart.”

The North Carolina coastal wind swept over you, making the warmth in your belly dance with delight. You sighed happily to yourself.

As you lied there sipping on the scotch, feeling your vision grow more unstable, you officially decided you could live there. On the coast, on an island, surrounded by fakes & phonies & do-no-gooders. The view & fresh air was beyond worth it.

You finished your glass of scotch, about ready to yourself another when the doorbell rang.

You paused, straining your ears. You were unsure if you actually heard a doorbell or if it was the sound of blood rushing in your ears.

Another ring.

Dejectedly, you sighed, putting the glass & bottle back on the side table. Whoever it was was about to get a very rude awakening.

But as you stood you tripped over your feet. A hissed groan slipped between your lips as the sudden impact. Your knees scraped against the wood.

“Ah, fuck.” You winced, bending your legs straight to stand. You glanced down, inspecting them, but your vision swam, unable to make anything out.

Another ring.

“Coming.” You grumbled, uncaring if they heard you or not.

At the top of the stairs you took a moment to gather your bearings. Though it was only eight steps down or so, it looked as if you were staring down a spiral staircase.

“One,” you stepped down once, “step,” another, “at a time.”

You were grateful for the railing to cling to as you made it to the second floor.

You didn’t bother looking through the window. Whoever it was was about to get their head chewed off.

Unlatching the locks, you swung the door open, narrowing your eyes to focus on the person standing before you.

All you took in at first was that you were staring straight into a chest. They wore a white T with blue flannel. Your eyes trailed upwards.

It took you a moment for the face to come across clearly.

“You don’t look so good.”

You were deeply annoyed.

“What. Do. You. Want.” You enunciated every word, confident in how you spoke.

Rafe Cameron cocked a single brow in amusement, “Have a bit much to drink, neighbor?”

You rolled your eyes, leaning into the doorframe for balance.

“If you don’t get your coke-riddled, puckered ass off my porch right this minute, I’m going to send your ass back to grade school with how dumb I’ll beat you.”

Rafe whistled, chuckling, “Now that I’d like to see.”

Alrighty then. You stepped over the threshold, ready to shove him & keep shoving until he reached the end of your driveway. But your unreliable motor movement had other plans.

Dragging your foot over the threshold, your toe caught. You fell forward. In an attempt to catch yourself, you latched onto the closest thing in your reach.

Which happened to be the shit for brains kid before you.

Rafe didn’t catch you himself, instead allowing your hands to claw into his shirt, bracing yourself against his upper body until you found your footing. The body in which you fell into reverberated under your grasp. The vibrations traveled from his chest to your hands to your head. You let go. If you had been any less drunk, you may have been embarrassed. But he’d seen it now. Seen you.

“Like I said,” Rafe began as you stepped away from him, his eyes meeting yours, “I’d like to see what you got.”

Ignoring him, you returned to the safety of your door, preparing to slam the door in his face.

“I’m looking for Sarah.”

Sarah? It took you a moment to swim through your muddied brain to remember who he was talking about.

“She’s not here.” You sighed, your hand gripping the door, “Now, please leave.”

“Have you heard from her?” He asked. The minor note of concern in his voice made you worry just a little. But not enough.

“No.”

“Can I call her from your phone?”

The questioned surprised you, even in your inebriated state.

Before you could ask for more details, Rafe continued, “I’ve been calling her the last two days. She isn’t answering. Her location is turned off too.”

Serves her right, you thought bitterly.

“Look, I know we don’t like each other,” you huffed in agreement at that, “but she’s still my sister & I just want to make sure she’s at least with her friends. She’s never disappeared like this before. Never.”

You eyed him suspiciously, looking him up & down as if his whole body was riddled with lies.

“I will call her. You can wait here.” You told him, preparing to shut the door & go in search of your phone until you remembered that you didn’t even have her number.

Groaning inwardly at what you were about to do, you opened the door winder, “Just come in. I gotta find my phone.”

Not waiting for him, you again approached the stairs warily. This time they looked as long as an escalator at the mall.

Steeling yourself against the stability of the railing, you began up. It wasn’t until the third or fourth step—they blurred together—came that you caught your foot for a second time. The stairs were coming rapidly close to your face as you fell. But then they never came.

A warm arm was wrapped around your waist to keep you from falling. You looked down, confused at what you saw. Then your gin & scotch riddled brain reminded you of who exactly you allowed into your home.

“Don’t expect a ‘thank you’.” You grumbled, slipping out from his assistance.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” His voice was uncomfortably close to your ear. You didn’t bother turning around to face him, already knowing he was too close as it. You managed the rest of the way up the stairs, eyeing the furniture in your living room.

Rafe stood beside you, taking in your home. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been in there before—uninvited.

The memory soured your mood. You focused on finding your phone, ignoring the presence in the middle of your living room. As you searched up & down, Rafe followed you with your eyes, his hands in his denim pockets. You wanted toss him an intimidating glare, but there would be no more trying to challenge him tonight. You already failed once.

Finally, you found your phone on the patio, which should’ve been the first place you looked. The brightness on your screen made you wince, immediately bringing it down.

“Party for one, huh?” You jumped, spinning around. Not a good idea, your mind screamed as your stomach lurched.

Rafe eyed the empty martini & scotch glass, his eyes trailing to the bottle just behind them.

You ignored his comment, pushing him back toward the inside of your home. You were thankful for the alcohol in your system. Though he was witnessing you at your lowest, giving him plenty of ammunition for the future, you were too drunk to be anxious about it. It’d be left till the morning.

Tapping away on your phone, you accessed the calling app.

“What’s her number?” The slurring of words shook you to your core. Your head pounded suddenly. Fuck. But this is what you wanted, you reminded yourself.

Rafe gave you the number, eyeing you, clearly enjoying himself.

You turned your back on him.

The line rang for a bit before going to voicemail. You shrugged, hanging up.

“No answer.” You told him, “sorry.”

Rafe’s nostrils flared, “Try one more time. Leave a voicemail. If she knows it’s you she’ll at least text back.”

You wanted to argue, to give him another reminder that Sarah was an adult now. But it would take too much energy & time. You wanted the route that got him out of your house fastest.

Again, the line rang until voicemail. You did as Rafe said, saying who you were & that you were just calling to check in. It wasn’t the truth, but it wasn’t a lie either. After all, you hadn’t spoken to Sarah for a few days, not since you kicked her & her brother out of your house. The same brother who stood staring at you.

You hung up, “There. If she contacts me I’ll let you know.”

“How’s that?” He questioned. You furrowed your brows, confused, ��How’s what?”

“How will you contact me? Gonna go old school & bike down to my house, ring my doorbell?”

You knew what he was getting at, but the idea of giving him your number made your stomach twist more.

“I don’t see the problem with that.” You countered, gesturing to the stairs, “That’s what you’ve been doing.”

“I don’t ride a bike.” He narrowed his eyes.

“Oh, daddy didn’t teach you?” You couldn’t help the snort that escaped you. Drunk you was funny.

Rafe rolled his eyes, “It’s tempting to go back & forth with you—really, it is.” His eyes glinted in the light, “But until I know where my sister is I’m not gonna participate in your playground insults.”

Boo, you thought, kind of liking the idea of insulting him more. So what if you were in your mid-30’s. This kid had rubbed you the wrong way since day one. And from what little you’ve interacted with him, you knew he was the kind of kid that hardly ever got a good talking to, a good yank from the pedestal he sat on. It would be your absolute pleasure.

“Well, you’re not staying here.” You told him.

“Why?” He returned, smiling down smugly at you, “Want to fulfill the town drunk rumors all on your lonesome?”

You glared hotly at him, the alcohol in your belly fueling the easily instigated fire, “Go to hell.”

“I just walked in.” He glimmered proudly.

Huffing to yourself, you bypassed him for the patio. Your impromptu idea to bicker with him quickly extinguished.

To no surprise, Rafe followed you out. You made it a point to act as if he wasn’t there as you poured yourself another glass. But that proved difficult when he slipped the bottle from your hands, looking it over once before taking a swig from the mouth.

Rafe nodded, impressed, “Not bad. Your husband has good taste.”

You rolled your eyes at that but didn’t miss the double meaning as his eyes swept you over. You shivered.

“Not yours either.” You held out your hand, “give it.”

“Do you actually care?”

You didn’t, but you didn’t want him making himself at home.

Rafe took one more swing before handing it back to you. Honestly, you were surprised he had, expecting him to be difficult about the situation. But you took the bottle, tucking it under your lounger furthest away from him.

He went to the barrier of the patio, his hands gripping the top as he looked out onto the beach.

Though he wasn’t being as troubling as he had been in your past encounters, you didn’t want to let your guard down.

“So how long until you leave me & my house alone?”

“Until Sarah gets back to you.”

“Which might not be till morning.” You countered, “And you’re not staying here till morning.”

“We’ll see about that.” He tossed you a knowing look over his shoulder.

You didn’t like how sure he sounded, how confident. That despite how you were the owner of this house, it was completely under his command.

But you let it go, taking a sip from your glass.

It was going to be a long night.

Another laugh erupted from you.

You were hunched over, practically holding your stomach as the laughter racked your body. Rafe was laughing alongside you.

He was seated now. It was nearly five in the morning. The sky was still dark but not as much as it had been.

Your phone had long died, Sarah forgotten about.

Rafe & you had a few more drinks together. You were too tired to battle him when he snuck it out from under you.

Now, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, already having forgotten what made you both laugh so hard.

The alcohol had made his presence surprisingly more tolerable, especially once he joined in on it with you. There was bickering here & there, & deep down you still didn’t like the kid, but it was your last night of being reckless with your demons. Why not party with his?

A content sigh left you. You were warm, giggly, & very drunk. To your left, Rafe was relaxed in his own lounger, a long leg hanging off the side of it.

In the corner of your eye, you felt him staring at you. It made your skin erupt with goosebumps.

“Quit that.” You turned your head to meet his eyes head on.

“What?” His voice was soft, the softest you’d ever heard it. It left you feeling curious.

“Staring at me.” You gave him a pointed look, drinking the last of your glass.

“There’s a lot to stare at.” But the tone in his voice wasn’t cruel or passive. It almost sounded like a compliment?

You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself to sit up. As you did, your head swam. Oh boy, it’s going to be one hell of a hangover, you groaned inwardly.

“What happened?”

The question surprised you for more than one reason. First, Rafe was asking it. Two, you had expected a random question like that. Third, what?

“Excuse me?” You eyed him.

He sat up as well, adjusting his body so now he was sitting sideways on the lounger facing you, his lean & slender arms resting on the thighs of his legs.

“What happened that made you…” His question faded but it still came across as he stared at the empty glass in your hand.

Oh.

“Why do you think something happened?”

“No one drinks like you do without something that pushed them to do it.” Rafe shared, “I may be young but I’ve been there.”

“With coke?” You desperately wanted the conversation turned away from you.

“And many other drugs of choice, yeah.” He nodded, a mustered smile on his face.

“What happened to you?” You asked but he clicked his tongue, “I asked first.”

You could’ve easily lied, or simply said you didn’t want to talk about it. But something inside you spoke for you anyway. Maybe it was the alcohol, or Moses’s words, or the present company. You weren’t sure which or for why. But you opened up, in fact, you spilled everywhere.

“My son died.” The words slipped away. Like a sad little stream trying to find it’s way to a river.

Rafe said nothing. And if he was thinking anything it didn’t show on his face.

The words hung aimlessly in the air between you.

You had accepted Jesse’s death a long time ago. He was gone & he wouldn’t be coming back. But saying the words again, out loud, hit as hard as it did the day he died.

You bent your neck, shielding your face from Rafe as the tears came. You were relieved he said nothing as you cried it out, hung deep into your grief. The tears came hard, unable to hide the fact that you were crying. But for once, you surprisingly didn’t feel judged as you did. You felt… less alone.

“I’m sorry.” Rafe’s voice was just audible enough for you to make out what he said. The tears had calmed at this point, reduced to a drop here & there.

“That almost sounded genuine.” You replied playfully, wanting to lighten the mood.

When he said nothing, you raised your head. A soft gasp escaped you at the look in his eyes.

It was genuine, the pain in his eyes, the empathy there. He had meant every word.

“Thank you.” You whispered, wiping your cheeks. He nodded once, lowering his head, as if to give you privacy to fix yourself. It warmed your heart.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad? Maybe you had judged him much too quickly, like had you.

“I don’t have any kids.” He started.

“No?” You chuckled, “No high school teen pregnancy? You don’t seem like the safe type.”

Rafe smiled at that, shaking his head, “Fuck, I hope not. Any kid of mine would be fucked up.”

The comment saddened your heart but you didn’t linger on the feeling.

“No, I don’t have any kids, & I’ve never lost anyone close to me, but I imagine it & it uh… it doesn’t feel good.”

You nodded. It didn’t feel good. It felt like you were being punished for existing.

“What about your mom?” You felt brave to ask. The conversation had quickly transitioned to a deep, transparent one.

“Ahh.” He laughed sheepishly, “she bailed when we were kids. Haven’t heard from her since.”

A mother that left her kids behind? It wasn’t unheard of, but you could never. It’d tear you apart.

It was you who gave your condolence next.

Rafe shrugged it off, downing the rest of his drink.

The sky was a light blue now. You had made it. You would see the sunrise.

The two of you said nothing more, just enjoying the early morning hours in silence. No more alcohol was drunk, & for good reason seeing as you felt plenty intoxicated. Though Rafe’s sudden arrival initially upset you, you couldn’t believe it when you found yourself thinking that you rather enjoyed his company. You realized you had certainly judged him too early.

Your eyes glanced over at him, looking him over once more.

You also reminded yourself how young he was. Now knowing a little more about his upbringing, & the environment he was raised in, you decided he was just a kid trying to find himself. That had been you at his age. Completely lost with no direction, or care for that matter.

“Like what you see?” You jumped within yourself when you realized you had been staring. “I am popular with the moms on the island.”

His flirtatious tone made you cringe inwardly, but you smiled nonetheless.

“Good thing I’m not a mom.” You returned. Though the joke was morbid, you were relieved that he chuckled with you.

“I could make you one if you want.”

“Okay.” You pushed up, rising to stand, “I think that’s enough.”

Rafe rose with you, a mischievous smile on his face, “I wouldn’t mind a bastard child.”

“Oh, my god, Rafe!” You reprimanded, unable to hide the grin on your face at his blatancy.

But then he stopped smiling, as if he had been hit by something. He just stared at you. Your own smile fell.

“Are you okay?”

“You said my name.” You fluttered your eyes, not realizing you had. But he acted like it was something that mattered.

“Is that not your name?”

“I just like how you say it.” His voice was low, low enough to spark something inside you. A light sweat broke out under your arms.

Shifting awkwardly, you turned your back on him, bending to gather the glass & near empty bottle of scotch. Sunrise would be in a short while. All you had to do was clean up, see Rafe off at the door, & have the last bit of your night to yourself to enjoy it.

But when you stood straight, the heat at your back said otherwise.

Rafe’s hands gently grabbed you on either side of your waist, his face ghosting over the skin of your neck.

“Rafe…” You mouthed breathlessly.

“Say it again.” His own voice was breathy.

You were drunk. His hands didn’t feel good on you. His warmth wasn’t making your core tremble. It was all the alcohol, it had to be.

But he pressed himself entirely against you—chest to back, thigh to thigh. And you couldn’t deny the sensational tingles that erupted deep inside you.

“What are you doing?” One of his hands began to travel upwards, his fingers just below the curve of your breasts.

“You need this.” His voice was hot in your ear, making you swelter even more.

“No, I—”

“Yes, you do, _____.” The sound of your name coming from his mouth shouldn’t have made you moan softly. When his lips grazed the shell of your ear, you didn’t press yourself closer to him.

“I’m married.” It was your last bit of effort to stop what you knew was coming, & it was coming rapidly unless you did something.

“So stop me.” But you didn’t.

Rafe gripped you firmly then, spinning you around expertly. You didn’t have a chance to protest further when his mouth descended over yours.

You were drunk, you didn’t want this, you couldn’t.

But the feel of his hot, wet mouth against yours made you weak. It had been so long, so long since you had been touched.

You gasped into Rafe’s mouth, dropping the glass & bottle with a resounding thud. Your hands delved into his hair, pulling him down to you. Your lips smashed, your teeth clashed. Rafe groaned deeply, a sound that acted as an aphrodisiac in your heightened state.

“Tell me you need this.” Rafe pulled away, his lips hovering over yours, teasing you.

You bit your lip, not wanting to say the words. Not wanting to make it real. You two had just been drinking & chatting, how did it come to this?

When you said nothing, deft fingers found your chin, tilting your head upwards so you were forced to look into those startling blue eyes, “Say it.”

He leaned down to kiss your neck. You sighed blissfully.

“Say it.” Another kiss to your collarbone. Your fingers curled into his shirt.

He returned his lips to yours, but didn’t touch, “Say it.”

Then his fingers made you gasp, touching you between your legs through the fabric of your pajama shorts.

A desperate mewl passed your lips.

You did. You needed this, him, this last night of being reckless. The alcohol in your system spurred you on, the devil on your shoulder.

“I need it.” You said in defeat but you felt like you were quickly ascending to cloud nine.

“With my name.” His fingers curled, hitting your bundle of nerves.

“Rafe!” You gasped. Your hooded eyes bore needily into his lust-filled ones, “I need it. I need you.”

A smirk graced his youthful face, “That’s my girl.”

Then he took you in his arms, his mouth claiming you for the night.

And you let him in. Let him into your dark, fucked up world.

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Inumaru Touma Rabbitube Mini - Rabbit Chat

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Inumaru Touma: Thanks for your hard work! I’m messaging because I have a question for you two

Inumaru Touma: It's not urgent, so please reply whenever you have time!

Inumaru Touma:

Rokuya Nagi: Hi, Mister Inumaru. I'm in invincible mode now that I won the gacha. I'll gracefully respond to any questions you might have.

Yuki: There are lives that can be saved with such trivial rabbichatting.

Rokuya Nagi: Translation: He’s probably in the middle of composing. Sougo sometimes comes to the living room and stares at us with a face like a bodhisattva.

Inumaru Touma: What?! Are you okay!?

Yuki: I’m fine. Does Minami-kun ever enter composition hell mode?

Inumaru Touma: Oh, not sure. Minami tends to eat more than usual when composing so maybe that’s that?

Yuki: Maybe he just doesn’t show it when he struggles. It could be a good distraction, so send him a message.

Inumaru Touma: Got it...! Then I'll ask the question right away!

Inumaru Touma: So for the Rabbimini celebration, should we wear suits?

Inumaru Touma: We've reserved a high-end French restaurant to match the theme, so I'm wondering if it’d be best to dress formally for the occasion…

Rokuya Nagi: Hm, I see. I have a suit that I recently had tailored at a friend's store and it’s almost done, so I’ll be wearing that!

Rokuya Nagi: It's not an overly formal restaurant, so I think it's okay to be a little casual :-)

Yuki: Not a big fan of tight suits either so I won't wear something too formal. It’s all about the silhouette, right?

Inumaru Touma: Somewhat casual, all about the silhouette... Oh shit, now I'm even more confused!! I'm not used to this kind of thing 😭

Inumaru Touma: I asked Tora earlier, and he advised me to "be confident and go for burgundy”... Ain't that too flashy…?

Yuki: Burgundy is nice. It suits you

Rokuya Nagi: Oh, a passionate color!

Rokuya Nagi: Since it's a private room, you don't have to worry too much. We could do a little fashion show with the theme of "What to wear to a French restaurant"! 🤩

Inumaru Touma: A fashion show!?

Yuki: Wait a minute. That would put me at a pretty huge disadvantage

Rokuya Nagi: Oh, then how about a green suit? I think you’ll look great in one!

Yuki: I don't have a green suit... I’ll bring Re:vale goods and accessories though...

Inumaru Touma: Hold on you’re joking right?! Please don't look so disappointed! 😆💦

Yuki: Touma-kun, have I ever joked before?

Inumaru Touma: Uh…well...

Inumaru Touma: N-no, you haven't… right...?

Yuki:

Rokuya Nagi: The key to succeed is to bring out the celebrity within you >:-P

Inumaru Touma: But I still gotta compete against real celebs… 😨

Inumaru Touma: Okay, I'll bring a fan like in Rabbimini! It looks sophisticated!

Yuki: Good idea. How about some sharp-looking sunglasses while you're at it

Inumaru Touma: For sure! A burgundy suit with a fan and sunglasses! The final boss of fashion! ✨

Yuki: Will you dance with the fan again?

Inumaru Touma: Of course ‼ It's a fashion show ‼

Yuki: !.,

Rokuya Nagi: Cut! Mister Yuki seems to have reached his limit.

Yuki: Sorry, I couldn't help but laugh imagining it. You don't have to dance. Just bring the funny fan and sunglasses.

Inumaru Touma: You're calling them funny goods now! It was a joke after all huh lol

Rokuya Nagi: It's a joke, please wear whatever you want to wear 😎

Rokuya Nagi: My friend Thorvald suggested a Japanese restaurant that suits this launch’s theme perfectly. It’s a surprisingly nice place.

Rokuya Nagi: and takes Mister Yuki's dining preferences into consideration ☺

Inumaru Touma: Wow, I see! I'm amazed that Rabbimini is followed by such important people! Please convey my gratitude!

Yuki: Thor-chan, you're the best. I'll hold a fan and put on a fashion show.

Rokuya Nagi: I’ll tell you about the show later :-))))

Inumaru Touma: But I'm just a commoner, I might get too nervous to appreciate it! 😂

Yuki: Back in our indie days, Momo and I lived on bean sprouts every day. It's okay.

Inumaru Touma: W-were you struggling that bad..!?

Yuki: Well I learned efficient ways to grow bean sprouts at that time.

Rokuya Nagi: Bean sprouts, the mysterious beans that grow back even when you cut them!

Rokuya Nagi: They looked cute, so Riku named one "Myo-chan" and raised it in the dorm.

Inumaru Touma: Myo-chan, huh! my mom use to grow them too!

Yuki: Momo told me that talking to plants makes them grow well, so we used to say things like "You look beautiful today" and "You’re growing up brimming with health, did you fall in love with someone" to it every single day. It grew into a splendid pea pond.

Rokuya Nagi: Wow, I’m going to change the way I look at Myo-chan from here on out. It supported Re:vale greatly 🥺

Inumaru Touma: Wait, did your bean sprouts really turn into pea ponds?! They're completely different!

Rokuya Nagi: YES! It's kinda like card evolutions in games.

Yuki: I wonder why the ones in Touma-kun’s house didn’t evolve.

Inumaru Touma: I didn't know!!!! I didn't like peas when I was a kid!

Inumaru Touma: I heard that the insides are seeds so I thought they’d grow in my stomach lol but now I know they don’t lolol

Yuki: They sure do.

Inumaru Touma: Huh?

Yuki: Nagi-kun.

Rokuya Nagi: OH,,

Rokuya Nagi: In ancient Europe, there was a story about some people who became millionaires by extracting beans that grew in their stomachs and exchanging them for money or something like that.

Inumaru Touma: Seriously?

Yuki: Most of them get digested, but there are extremely rare cases where they remain and grow inside the body. They don't affect your health either.

Inumaru Touma: Whaaaat!!!!!!!!!

Yuki: Isn’t that a dream come true.

Inumaru Touma: Myo-chan is too amazing?!?!

Rokuya Nagi: It's been researched for years by the "World Peas Association” but it hasn't been completely understood yet, or something like that.

Inumaru Touma: Wow, what's up with that association!?

Yuki: Nice one, Nagi-kun.

Rokuya Nagi: I’m working overtime to support my seniors.

Inumaru Touma: I'm in the dressing room with Mina, so I'll ask if he knows about the association!

Yuki: ah

Rokuya Nagi: Senpai's fun time is over:-P

Inumaru Touma: Mina just told me “aren't you the only one who doesn't know that name" !!!! everyone knows about it!!

Rokuya Nagi: Mister Natsume...

Yuki: Sorry, Touma-kun, Nagi-kun. Let's end it here.

Inumaru Touma: End???

Yuki: The thing about beans growing inside the stomach and the association are jokes. But thanks to Nagi-kun playing along we sounded really believable

Inumaru Touma: Eh, there's no association?! But Mina said he knew about it

Inumaru Touma: Ah—- Mina is giggling lolololol

Rokuya Nagi: I apologize. Mister Inumaru believed everything too easily.

Yuki: Nagi-kun, your mind works fast.

Inumaru Touma: So I can eat peas peacefully?! 😭✨

Yuki: Eat plenty

Rokuya Nagi: Mister Yuki, your mood seems to have improved for the composition 😌

Inumaru Touma: I see!!! so that's how it is !!!! That's why you also played along, Rokuya!

Inumaru Touma: If I could be of help to you, Mister Yuki, then I'm glad !! If Mina seems to be struggling, I'll try doing the same thing!

Yuki: Everyone is kind and nice

Rokuya Nagi: What about Mister Natsume? How will you deal with his mood changes?

Inumaru Touma: Let me think

Inumaru Touma: There's a group conducting surveys on ramen lovers, udon lovers, and soba lovers, or something ‼ Mina would probably be surprised, right!?

Rokuya Nagi: Hm, it might create some rivalry, but maybe Mister Natsume needs that kind of stimulation.

Yuki: I’ll keep an eye on him.

Inumaru Touma: Man, I'm so looking forward to it! The celebration and Mina's surprise! 😆😆

Rokuya Nagi: I'm starting to feel nervous.

Yuki:

Inumaru Touma:

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SPYxANYA: Operation Memories - Nintendo Direct 9.14.2023

Spy x Family video game, SPYxANYA: Operation Memories (SpyxFamily: Operation Diary in Japan), will launch for Nintendo Switch in 2024 worldwide.

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Anya Forger has a new assignment from school: creating a photo diary!

Let’s collect memories by going to school on weekdays while going out to all sorts of exciting places like the beach or an art museum on days off, in search of subjects to photograph.

Take memorable pictures to complete her diary by living out the daily life as Anya in the world of SPYxFAMILY!

Will Anya be able to complete her photo diary?

Key Features

Experience the World Through Anya’s Eyes – Tasked with making a photo diary as an assignment for Eden College, players must take memorable pictures of Anya to complete her diary from the series through outings including parks, beaches, dog parks, aquariums, and museums.

Take Pictures When Anya Finds Something Interesting – Find something that catches Anya’s attention to capture memorable pictures of her, her family, and her friends. Good pictures will be saved as Anya’s memories.

All Fun and Mini-Games – A variety of more than 15 mini-games are available to players. Experience fun games based on familiar scenes from the anime – ranging from peanut-themed bowling to rhythm training with Yor to earn points and get costumes and outing items.

Create a Memorable Style – Customize the Forgers with unlockable costumes and other items to create a memorable style. Also use the game’s photo mode to take the perfect portrait of the Forger family.

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STUPID CUPID, a dynamic force in the music industry, made waves with their latest release, the 10th mini album, TRUE VALENTINE (LET'S TALK LOVE!). this captivating collection of seven tracks, launched in may, showcases the group's unique concept and musical style.

kicking off the excitement was the electrifying pre-release single, MANIAC, which garnered widespread attention and anticipation. a carefully planned four-week promotions kept fans engaged and eager for more, setting the stage for the full unveiling of TRUE VALENTINE.

as the MANIAC promotion drew to a close, STUPID CUPID seamlessly transitioned into the promotions for TRUE VALENTINE, igniting further excitement with teasers that lit up discussions and buzz across various digital platforms.

album analysis & content.

the concept of a true valentine is portrayed through the lens of obsession, the lyrics and overall theme of the album takes on a more intense, possessive, and potentially darker tone. obsession in a romantic context can be complex, often involving a heightened sense of desire, longing, and an intense focus on the object of affection. the notion of a dark cupid and an obsession-themed true valentine introduces a more mysterious and intense perspective on romantic connections. in the shadowy realm of dark cupid, where love takes on a more enigmatic form, the concept of a true valentine becomes a captivating and potentially dangerous affair.

PASSIONATE VER. — ( this version focuses on the intense and passionate aspects of love, featuring vibrant colours and dynamic visuals that evoke a sense of fiery desire ) … photo booklet + folded poster ( fitting the album ver. ), sticker sheet ( 1ea ) + accordion lyrics poster + handwritten letter + member photocard ( random 2 out of 5 ) + flame-shaped charm ( distributed randomly )

OBSESSION VER. — ( reflecting the album's theme of obsession, this version delves deeper into the darker and more intense elements of love, with edgier aesthetics and visuals that convey a sense of possessiveness and longing ) … photo booklet + folded poster ( fitting the album ver. ), sticker sheet ( 1ea ) + accordion lyrics poster + handwritten letter + member photocard ( random 2 out of 5 ) + lock-and-key charm set ( distributed randomly )

ROMANTIC VER. — ( this version emphasizes the traditional notions of romance, featuring softer hues and dreamy visuals that evoke a sense of classic love stories and heartfelt emotions ) ... photo booklet + folded poster ( fitting the album ver. ), sticker sheet ( 1ea ) + accordion lyrics poster + handwritten letter + member photocard ( random 2 out of 5 ) + heart-shaped locket charm ( with a group photo inside — distributed randomly )

track list. ( analysis cr. to /plasticflwrs )

CRUSH (YOU) ... the album intro declares the unexpected attraction of the cupids to someone, hinting at a shift in mindset and lifestyle. the lyrics suggest a celebration of the exhilarating experience of falling for someone, emphasizing playful flirtation, genuine emotions, and a desire for a meaningful connection. the song conveys surprise, excitement, and vulnerability in the face of newfound romantic feelings. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — ( written by GLOOMY & CHESKA, prod. by GLOOMY )

MANIAC ... the pre-release shows a twist in love and explores the intense and unpredictable nature of it. the lyrics convey a sense of chaos, obsession, and passion that can often characterise a relationship. MANIAC delves into the complexities of a love that is intense, chaotic, and almost addictive. it explores the rollercoaster of emotions, confusion, and the simultaneous desire to both embrace and let go of this passionate connection. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — ( written by H.EUI, prod. by H.EUI )

MELTING LOVE ... the cupids express confidence and a bold attitude, daring someone to reject them. there's a playful challenge in the tone, suggesting a desire to enchant and captivate the listeners. the song uses sensory imagery, comparing the speaker to a "pink light," expressing the idea of melting like ice cream and asking for a lighter touch on the lips. these images evoke a sense of warmth, sweetness, and intimacy. the playful and seductive tone, along with the elements of innocence and vulnerability, contribute to a multifaceted portrayal of the cupids' emotions and intentions. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — ( written by PANDORA & 2MIE, prod. by TOKKI & GLOOMY )

SMART ... the song revolves around determination, ambition, and resilience in the pursuit of success. it celebrates the power of strategic thinking and hard work in overcoming obstacles and achieving one's goals. setbacks are seen as opportunities for growth, and the lyrics emphasize the importance of confidence, optimism, and unwavering determination in the face of challenges. overall, the song encourages listeners to believe in themselves, work hard, and persevere in the pursuit of their dreams. the song seems to be a break between the toxic love being shown through the rest of the songs. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — ( written by ASTER, prod. by RE:INA & PANDORA )

OUR SECRET ... the song delves into the theme of passionate and intoxicating love, capturing a moment of intense attraction and desire between two individuals. describing a single kiss as a symbol, the lyrics highlight its ability to captivate and mesmerize, leaving the recipient utterly consumed and lost in the experience, as emphasized in the chorus. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — ( written by PANDORA & AIMEE, prod. by TOKKI & H.EUI )

GIMME KISSES ... the song's theme centres on the transformative power of love, overcoming obstacles and building a deep connection. the lyrics illustrate a journey of navigating challenges, breaking down barriers, and expressing hope for lasting affection. the repeated phrase "GIMME X-O-X-O" underscores the desire for intimacy, emphasizing the positive impact of love in overcoming difficulties. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — ( written by RE:INA, prod. by RE:INA & PANDORA )

LOVE WINNER ... the song articulates a profound, unwavering love and commitment to someone special. the lyrics convey the anxiety of losing this person and the unimaginable thought of life without them. the cupids liken their bond to the vulnerability of a lost child, underscoring the deep emotional connection. in essence, the song beautifully communicates an overwhelming love and devotion, affirming a readiness to make any sacrifice for the cherished individual. it highlights the robust emotional attachment and a firm resolve to stand by them, regardless of the challenges that may arise. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — ( written by GLOOMY, prod. by TOKKI & ASTER )

era notes.

♡ ⠀⸻⠀ the promotions for this album were the longest the group ever had. MANIAC was promoted for four weeks before the album dropped out while MELTING LOVE for five weeks. SMART originally wasn't going to be promoted on music shows, but because of its popularity, they decided to extend promotions for another two weeks. a special music video was also released a week before the promotions for the title track finished. ♡ ⠀⸻⠀ by the end of the promotions, STUPID CUPID received thirteen awards in total — four during MANIAC, five for MELTING LOVE and four during SMART. ♡ ⠀⸻⠀ the music video for MELTING LOVE received a whopping 80 million views in the first 24 hours! SMART also reached similar numbers after its official release. ♡ ⠀⸻⠀ a lot of fans were thrown back during this era, mainly because the group is known for their cute and artsy music style, so watching the MELTING LOVE music video changed their views drastically. what confused them more was up to the music video release, their teasers have consistently been shown in a softer way. ♡ ⠀⸻⠀ their tiktok was ACTIVE! the girls posted dance challenges non-stop, either with other idols or with their staff! you could not scroll through the fyp without seeing at least three different videos from this era. ♡ ⠀⸻⠀ the group released a lot of content, both on their youtube channel and various other ones. they teased an interview with WIRED, as well as a possible world tour, that may or may not happen soon.

era style.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ( MELTING LOVE — SMART )

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