#MOST of the time its past 9 pm

[skyisgreen-grassisblue]

one of the greatest pieces of advice i have ever received from anyone or anything in my whole life is to never trust anything your brain says after ~9 pm

[saekkas]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄

summary: you've been pulling all-nighters and michael kaiser isn't happy about that. good thing he has a trick to lure you into bed with him.

w.c: 1.6k

notes: don't be fooled by the pictures. the only kitty cat in this fic is kaiser <3

the digital clock by your side is silent, no ticking to announce the seconds that are trickling by so quickly. time is slipping through your fingers like sand, and you can only watch, pushing past the grainy texture.

everything is starting to feel like a bubble, wrapped in a haze of focus. the sound of blowing AC is minimal, no more hustle of honking cars, and the world is quiet as your eyes sting from the tablet light, drooping in exhaustion.

all is well. at least, until that bubble breaks.

"how are you still sitting there even after all these hours?"

kaiser pads into the living room, shirtless with only some sweats hung low on his waist. every single one of his steps are confident, as if he's set out on a mission he's determined to complete. he fans himself with a hand, walking over to where you're seated on the living room couch. "are you a zombie? or has my angel finally turned into a mummy?"

there are dark circles under your eyes, generated by the hours upon hours of work you've been putting in. every movement feels sluggish; the tablet in your hand feels heavy, as if something's tugging you and your body to lie down on the comfortable cushioned furniture. lack of sleep and too much caffeine, probably.

you can see the way he's eyeing you, a borderline mix of anger, annoyance, and sleepiness wrapped into a person that is him. you don't know whether to be threatened or intrigued by it.

"come here, baby. let's get you to bed, okay?" kaiser leans in close to you, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "i can't let you work yourself down to the bone. you've got me, remember? my card's for you to use."

his movements are too gentle, too smooth and the way he's smiling so sweetly at you, batting his eyes, makes you wonder what he has planned. when you feel the telltale signs of his fingers around your hand, you glare, pressing the tablet to your chest. kaiser's always been a smooth predator, he knows how to get what he wants.

"you look like a feral raccoon," he laughs, sitting right beside you on the couch. "i have a thing for pandas. not trash pandas."

this time, he leans in to press himself into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist as he all but curls into your frame. his shoulders slump and he sighs, happily nuzzling his face into your skin. "you smell lovely, liebling."

"mikka," you sigh as he starts to leave gentle kisses on your skin. he's nothing if not trouble but you won't lie to yourself, his presence always brings comfort even if he does end up distracting you from your work most of the time. "shouldn't you be asleep?"

the digital clock on the desk looks back at you, the gleaming red numbers clear. 12:03 AM. you frown, placing your hand on the crook of his neck, playing with the hair that's found its place there.

"aren't you tired?" his body relaxes, curling more around your frame like a cat does with its mother. you can only chuckle when he tries tugging the tablet out of your hands. "what's gotten into you?"

for one, your lover never goes to bed past 10 PM. it's part of the routine you both have. whenever he's home, you follow his routine down to the t. it starts with breakfast at 8 AM, lunch at 1 PM, dinner at 6 PM, and cuddles sprinkled throughout. then you let him drag you to sleep by 9 PM, snuggling against each other like it's the first time you've both shared a bed.

the pout he's sporting tells you he isn't happy that it didn't happen tonight.

"mikka, go to bed. i'll be with you in just a sec." the words are nothing but a lie and you both know it. if it weren't, he'd be happily drooling with his hands around you in bed by now.

kaiser snorts, his pout turning into a frown. he's displeased and it shows in the way that he's started to tug your tablet harder, determined to get you into bed with him. you can feel him shake against your neck, and you tilt your head, surprised when he leans back with a victorious smile and your tablet in his hand.

"mikka." the threat in your voice is clear as you raise your hand, asking him for the tablet back nicely. "i need that back. give it to me, please."

"you know i can't do that." the pout he shows you is absolutely sweet; one you've seen him use dozens of times to get his way. one you have yet found a way to refuse. "i can't sleep while my fiancée works."

there it is. there's that word again. fiancée. another trick he's been using to get his way. "right, fiancée?" he repeats, tucking his hands under your legs and back to lift you into his arms.

"besides, i'm more important than whatever your working on. after all, i'm your fiancé." he nuzzles his face into yours as he walks, playfully biting your nose with a giggle.

you can only glare when he grins at your flustered expression.

"shuddup. you're so annoying." kaiser smells oddly sweet, a mixture of scents that don't usually linger on him, and as you lean your forehead against his collarbone, he's quick to place you on the bed, hurriedly pinning you under him right after. "mikka!"

"let me see." his tone is a mixture of laughter and whines, and his eyes sparkle brightly, similar to the diamond studded ring that now sits on your finger. he holds your wrists, dragging them away to reveal your face, flushed and all. "there's my pretty."

there's a silence that comes after, one that he fills with a loving gaze and a haughty smirk. he leans down, pressing himself against you, and nuzzles into your neck with his hands wrapped tightly around your waist.

he clearly has a thing for your neck.

the press of his body on yours is heavy but it's something you're used to. kaiser is someone who thrives with physical contact and combined with the summer heat, he's been a menace. he insists on latching onto you like a koala every single day. not that you mind. especially not when he's shirtless like he is now.

"aren't you hot?" you mumble, trailing a finger down his back. you watch as he shivers at the action, goosebumps rising on his skin. "we might both experience heat stroke if we keep cuddling like this."

"yes, i am hot." comes his answer which you snort at. he grins at the sound, lifting his head to look into your eyes. "don't act all coy. i know you love it when my tattoo's on show."

your eyes dart down to his arm at his words, taking in the thorny roses that slither up the skin. they're stark, inky black against his pale arm. you follow their path up to his neck, marveling the rose on his skin that perfectly matches his hair and eyes.

"see," he teases smugly, leaning in to press a kiss on your lips. "you can't resist me."

you blink at that, looking at him with wide eyes.

"what?" a grin makes its way onto his lips as kaiser places his head on your belly, kissing you through your pajamas. "something you wanna ask?"

something is different about him. not in the way he looks, not in the way he behaves but in the way he smells. your eyes narrow before widening in realization. "you're wearing lip gloss?" you prop yourself on your elbows, using a hand to pull him up. "lemme taste."

kaiser grins, smug as he lets you maneuver him all you want. with every peck that's placed on his lips, his grin grows bigger and bigger until he looks like a chesire cat.

"is that why you smell different?" you mumble, tilting your head to press against his lips harder. he responds in kind, wrapping his hands around your waist tighter as if you're going to disappear if he doesn't. "what flavor is that? cherry?"

when he finally lets you pull away, your lips are red and swollen, playfully bitten by the man in front of you. his gaze stays on them, smiling smugly as he nods.

"yeah. after all, i'm the one that gets to pop your-"

there's a groan that comes when you push him off. you giggle, hovering above him from the bed. sprawled on the floor, your big bad fiancé looks nothing like his fierce persona on the field. if anything, he looks like a startled starfish. "that's what you get for being so annoying."

there's a glint in his eye that has you backing up on the bed. seconds later, he's back on his feet, tackling you into the pillows. the sound of laughter fills the room and as you pant, hovering above him, you cradle his face in your hand. your future, your world, your everything.

"i can't wait to marry you," you whisper, one hand trailing hearts on the rose that sits on his neck. "i can't believe you roped me into this."

"i guess i'm just that charming." he laughs, pulling your body down until you're straddling his lap. his hands are gentle as they trail down your thighs in return, squeezing the fat around your hips. "i can't wait either. especially for-"

"one more word and i'm banishing you to the couch."

"will you be on the couch with me? because if you will-"

"mikka."

"yes ma'am."

[homunculus-argument]

I was born and raised American, but with everything that's happened over the past few years I've been considering moving to another country. but I don't know if this is just "the grass is greener". Not sure if this really fits with your blog, but as someone from Europe what's your attitude towards living in the US?

I've visited there a handful of times and most of my thoughts are "damn bitch, y'all really live like this?" People in Finland like to complain about the climate, the taxes, and how stingy the welfare systems are (if you currently rely on them) or how costly they are (if you're currently not relying on them), but honestly most of the time that's because people are used to having it so good, or don't really have a perspective of how bad everyone would be doing without the infrastructure that everything runs on.

Sure, nowhere is perfect, and there's always room for improvement, but honestly the people I've met in the US only really seem to think that their system is good because they've never been anywhere else and don't know any better.

Mostly it's stuff that you'd never think about if you hadn't been to both places, like being able to trust that tap water is drinkable or that you can safely walk/bike to wherever you need to go. The US really doesn't have the kind of ability to just hang out in public places, just walking to the town and sitting on benches. Having public parks and libraries isn't really the same if you can't just walk there, and you genuinely need a car to go anywhere.

I moan and lament a lot about how the winters here are hard to endure - at the darkest time of the year the sun rises at 9 and sets before 5 pm - but I wouldn't move from here just because of that, mainly because of how reliably everything is structured here. Sure, it's all run with funds from relatively high taxes, but that is a self-feeding loop on its own. The tax-paying workforce isn't a disposable resource that's wrung dry once and tossed out when it's broken, but even when you're just another cog in the machine, you're one that's maintained, not replaced if broken.

I had a lot of breakdowns when I was younger, largely due to depression and other mental issues I had due to the undiagnosed ADHD. When I started breaking down at work in my old factory job, they couldn't just fire me on the spot because of the workers' union fought tooth and nail to make sure that you can't throw people out for getting sick, and mental illness is treated no different from other health issues. I was allowed to take two years off work in order to study into a career I thought would fit me better. That didn't turn out well either, but I was still allowed to bounce back and forth between odd jobs, sick leave, and studying - all on government pensions during the spots when I wasn't working a wage - until I found the right diagnosis, the right medications, and the right job.

It's not a hyperbole to say that I owe my life to the ample and studry social welfare systems that Finland has in place. Sure, you're just another brick in the wall, a cog in the machine, but if you keep breaking down, it takes a long time until they completely give up on you if you can somehow make them believe that you're trying, because it's cheaper for the tax system to figure out how to make you fit into the machine than just toss you out. A human being is an expensive investment and if getting you to the right job, education, diagnosis, medication or even arranged housing is what it takes to get your ass back into the workforce, they'll at least try.

I'm perfectly happy to pay the taxes here to fund the system that helped me onto my feet when I was in no condition to function, and to support the people who never do recover, find their place, or be able to support themselves on their own. And I can live with the peace of mind that even if I fall apart again, that safety net is still there. It's brutal, pragmatic, and regards your health and welfare as a means to an end - to get you working and paying taxes again - but they still do prioritise your welfare. Cogs are cheaper to maintain than replace.

[notmuchtofind]

public eye | d.s

pt2 here x

word count: 1.6k

tw: mentions of infertility and low appetite

synopsis: the lead up to the breakup between you 2

it's everywhere.

'Drew Starkey And y/f/n y/l/n SPLIT' ,

'What Happened Between Drew Starkey And y/f/n y/l/n?', 

'Drew and y/n Messy Breakup?!"

you can't escape what you're trying to forget...

You and Drew were together for 3 and a half years, you guys went public with your relationship pretty quickly, constantly making tiktoks and posting instagram stories of each other. It sent fans Wild! which caused you to gain a huge following on the internet, from fans of obx to just random people in general that simply enjoyed seeing your guys' relationship unfold.

you were the IT couple. Red carpets, premiers, award shows. you name it. you did It all with Drew. 

your life changed drastically when you met drew. and because you were doing it together it was all okay. more than okay, it was bliss.

It's been 2 months since you guys broke up, and even though neither of you had addressed it online yet, people started to speculate, people started to talk and people came to an assumption (which was correct) that you and Drew were no longer together. 

| a week before the break up |

*buzz* your phone vibrates...

its drew

Drew: Hey, plans have changed, I'm sorry I can't come see you tonight...reschedule? 

you sigh...

this is the 3rd time in 2 weeks he's cancelled your plans for something that's "just come up". You've never been the type to not trust Drew, he's always been truthful and you guys have been so transparent with each other ever since you got together, but something just feels off this time. you know that you guys have been struggling for the past couple of months with distance and lifestyle changes and it worries you that it's all getting a little too much for you both

Was it the brief mention of you wanting to try for a baby in the next 1-2 years? Maybe it scares him? but you struggle with your fertility and starting to look into starting a family now would prepare you for the next couple of years...

OR

Was it the long distance? He's busy shooting a new movie for Netflix which requires him to go back and forth between LA and Hawaii, its difficult because neither of you like LA enough to want to spend time here constantly, but you've compromised for drew, and with him not even being here half the time, it feels like a waste of time. and this text message just tops it off for you, you haven't seen him in a week, and your mainly here for him, it feels like a stab in the back.

you open your phone and tap on the message icon...

your thumbs hover over the keyboard for a while whilst you think of the right way to phrase how you feel

maybe it would be best to just have a talk in person? you wonder...

y/n: reschedule for when? 

Sent!

a few minutes go bye, which feels like hours

*buzz*

Drew: I'll see you tomorrow afternoon after shooting? Brunch?Downtown LA?

you sigh, you just feel like Drews being stale...no pet names? no I miss you, I love you? you know its small but you can't help but overthink

but you're determined to not let your worry show through the message sent back

y/n: yeh, let me know what time, i'll see you tomorrow. night drew...I love you Read 22:34 pm

no reply

your alarm rings  9:30am 

you groan and fumble to switch it off

picking up your phone you squint your eyes to read the message from Drew which was delivered at 7am, you guessed he had to get up early for filming.

drew: i'll be done around 1pm if you wanna meet me at the cafe?

y/n: yeh, see you there

you respond

'The cafe' , the cafe you and drew always visit when in LA for premiers and awards shows most of the years you've been together. you knew exactly where he was talking about.

12:30pm rolls around and you grab your car keys after slipping your shoes on, ready for your 'date?"( if you can call it that?) with drew. The nerves kick in as you have a sinking feeling that he's got something to say... you switch on your car and drive over to downtown LA.

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You grab your bag from the passenger seat and step out of the car after parking it down a side road near the place you're meeting. As your walking towards the cafe you see drew stud outside the main entrance on the phone...he looks to be laughing

as soon as he clocks you walking towards him he stutters, his face slightly drops and fumbles to end the call "yeh yeh, okay speak soon" drew mumbles.

drew pulls you into a hug as you step closer, its a tight hug, he kisses you on the head before pushing you back slightly, his hands on your shoulders

"how've you been?'' Drew says. "umm, yeh not bad" you smile slightly, nodding as you lie through your teeth. you've been nothing but a mess for the past couple of weeks.

"who was you chatting too just there" you nod, looking down at the phone in his hand

"oh, urm just, my costar in this movie, the directors wanting to change a part of the script so we was just like...discussing that" he chuckles nervously 

"oh I see" you shrug 

taking a seat inside, you watch and Drew goes up to the counter, ordering you both a coffee, he offers to order you food but you refuse. your appetite has been non existent for the past weeks, food was the last thing on your mind.

Drew sits opposite you after placing the coffees on the table. you play with your hair whilst staring at Drews hands gripping his coffee tight...

"so y/n...listen, I'm sorry I couldn't come see you yesterday, I, I uhhh..." drew stutters "I went for a drink with a few of the people from the set and uh... and I was up early this morning, i'd have had to of travel 45 minutes in an uber to come see you last night yanno...like, shit I dont know... it wasn't practical' he squirms, fumbling over his thoughts

it may have been minor, but you feel your blood boiling, you don't feel any apologetic energy coming from drew, it feels more like guilt, not that he's let you down, more the guilt that he enjoyed himself more than he would've with you last night...you're fuming

'stay calm y/n' you think too yourself

"But you knew we made plans for the evening Drew? you couldn't not drink for one night just to make sure you could see me?"

he leans over the table slightly "look y/n/n im trying to create a bond with these people I-"

you cut him off. 

"Seriously, what the fuck drew?!" you scoff "listen to yourself, it's been shit between us for months now and you think doing shit like this is going to fix anything?" you gesturing with your hands, trying to say slightly under your breath so the whole cafe cant tell your arguing

its silent for a moment whilst you both think of what to say next

"you know I'm struggling ?" you say through cracks in your voice, looking at drew, tearing up 

you don't want him to see you cry, you hate crying in front of drew, never mind in public

he just looks at you, guilty and wide eyed, he tilts back on his chair and sighs whilst pinching the bridge of his nose.

"fuck y/n, I dont know" he looks away...

" I'm feeling a lot of pressure right now, I'm working and I'm away and the last thing I want right now is a child y/n! do you understand?"

you're taken back... you've spent the last 3 years moving away from your hometown, supporting Drew, making a life for yourself wherever he goes but he can never meet you in the middle?! he won't even consider thinking through the thought of one day starting a family with you? you're just asking for a discussion about what the future might hold but he gets defensive every time it's brought up...

"Is that it?" you ask " is that what's turned you so cold?"

he leans over trying to grab your hand "fuck...baby, no I-" 

you flinch as you cut him off

"drew if it's not what you want and it's what I eventually want, are we even right for each other? what are we doing? you don't care for me like you usto, you're not the same, your a dick" you say trying not to shout

"I don't know what I want right now?" Drew states, not looking you in the eyes.

How's he being so calm? Why is he doing this? This is not like drew.

"fuck you" You stand up out of the chair and walk right out of the cafe doors, tears start streaming down your face and you try to hide you face with the palm of your hand...

*snap* followed by a flicker

*snap* *snap*

fuck.

you look around...

"is that paparazzi?" you mumble to yourself 

you walk faster to your car quickly opening the door and throwing your bag on the backseat, you fumble to turn the engine on and see slight flickers through the rearview mirror...this is the last thing you need right now.

part 2!!!!!

[lovelywritinglady]

Okay so maybe the plot for the Nanami x house maid reader is some of both smut and wholesome but maybe he finds reading working so hard one day his on a mission with gojo or Geto or both so he offended her a job to be his maid and after a while he finds himself in love????

Yesss!

His Maid

Nanami Kento x fem!reader

I’m which you are Nanami Kenton’s maid and through some annoying events, you become so much more.

SMUT. Fluff, mild angst, mild misogyny(Gojo) and wholesome themes.Changed the plot slightly. Protected sex, Semi vanilla sex.

Six months had passed since you had answered an ad in the paper about a younger gentleman needing a maid. You knew that it was sketchy and slightly dumb but at that time you were really desperate for money. After you answered, you met the man in question at a bakery. At the time, you were grateful for the public setting just in case anything would go wrong. To say you were happily surprised was a complete understatement. He was by far the most handsome man you had ever seen. The interview went so well that you started the very next day. And after only a month of working for him, you had developed a serious crush on the salary man, but you knew that opening yourself to him might make you end up losing the best job you'd ever have. Little did you know that our boss had felt the exact same way.

Today was another average working day for you. Coming in around 9:00am cleaning the kitchen, cooking him breakfast, and tidying the space as he left for work. And then cleaning the rest of the house a well as doing laundry and doing other task that needed to be done. It wasn’t exceptionally hard considering Mr. Nanami was a naturally clean person. The time was now 3:30 pm and it was time for you to go back home. As you were preparing to leave, you heard the door to the apartment open and two men walked in with one of them chatting away. The second man was your boss who was silent as he closed the dirt behind himself and his company.

“Hello Sir, I was just on my way out.” You greeted bowing to show respect.

“Ah, thank you Ms. L/n. Perfect work as always.” Nanami responded looking around his apartment admiring your handiwork. Feeling warm at the sight of you.

“Thank you sir!” You replied giving him your best smile which earned you a small smile back.

“Well hello there cutie.” The taller white haired man spoke coming closer.

“Good day sir.” You said trying your best to be polite as you tried to get past him.

“You didn’t tell us you had such a cutie working for you Kento.” He teased slightly blocking your path, making you feel uncomfortable.

“Please refrain from harassing Ms. Y/n, Gojo.” Nanami spoke calmly however you could tell he was mad.

“Jeez chill, Kento I was only saying hi.” The man you now know as Gojo spoke with his hands up.

“It’s quite alright. Good evening Sir, I’ll be leaving now.” You interjected not wanting the situation to get heated.

“Yes, but please would you mind waiting outside for just a moment?" Nanami asked you

"Sure." You responded slightly confused as you made your way out of the door.

"Was that really necessary?" Nanami asked with visable annoyance

"Hey, its not my fault your maid is a stunner." Gojo replied leaning back against the wall. "Is that why you hired her Kento, I thought that I was enough." Gojo pouted

"Get out.” Nanami sighed looking at Gojo with disgust.

“What! Kento we have important things to discuss.” Gojo yelled

“Yes I know, but your blatant disregard for Ms. L/n.”  Nanami exclaimed firmly.

“What do you mean? She’s just a maid Kento, cute maid, but just a maid.” Gojo spoke nonchalantly 

“Geez, I’m going I’m going!” Gojo said finally leaving the apartment. As he passed you, he gave you a playful smirk and wished you a good day. This action made you feel slightly disgusted and you questioned to yourself why Nanami would ever hang out with someone like him.

After a few moments, Nanami came out giving you an apologetic look. His blood was still boiling at what had just occurred. You smiled at him looking up in his eyes.

“Miss L/n, I’m sorry for him.” Nanami sighed

“It’s completely fine sir, I will admit I was a bit shocked.” You laughed slightly which made Nanami smile a bit.

“Thank you for being so patient.” He replied grabbing your shoulder slightly

“You’re welcome sir, is there anything else you need from me today?” You asked feeling a blush creeping from his bold touch.

Nanami paused at your question as there were many things he needed from you. However, he knew that if he crossed that line that there would be no going back. He knew that if you didn’t feel the same way that he could lose you forever and he couldn’t have that.

“Sir?” You asked pulling Nanami from his thoughts. You had noticed that he went blank as his eyes stared deeply into you yours only to pull away quickly leaving you slightly disappointed.

“No, thank you. You may go.” He responded coldly disappointed in himself for not giving in to his desires.

“Y-yes good day sir.” You stuttered unsure of where this hostility came from.

You then turned to leave feeling awkward and disappointed at the situation you had found yourself in today. Your heart beat faster than you believed it ever had. The feeling you had kept bottled up were eating you alive as you walked back to your car. However, you only made it about 20 paces when you felt a hand grab your left arm. Instinctively you turned around only to be met with the desperate eyes of Nanami Kento.

“Miss l/n, please forgive me for my boldness, but I cannot contain myself.” He spoke taking a deep breath. “I confess that I have stronger feelings for you than any employer should have for his employee. I have felt this way for far too long and it’s been clouding my mind. I have feelings for you and I cannot go another money longer without making those feelings known.” Nanami declared giving you a nervous smile.

You stood there for a moment absolutely flabbergasted by his sudden confession. You didn’t know what to say. Everything you had felt the past few months that you had to keep it yourself felt too overwhelming. Words failed you as you tried to replied but your body would it allow you to speak the things weighing on your heart. You could see that Nanami was awaiting your response looking slightly scared at your lack of an answer. So, you did what your body dictated. You grabbed his face with your free hand, pulling him to you as your lips crashed upon his. He immediately kissed back with the same fire that you had displayed. Every emotion you both had been feeling came out in the action of this kiss. Nanami let go of your arm and wrapped his around your body. Your now free hand grabbed the back of his head as you pulled him deeper. Your lips moved passionately against his, his body on yours, your hands on him.

Nanami decided mid kiss to take you back inside his apartment. He suddenly picked you up making you gasp and break the kiss. However, Nanami immediately placed his lips on yours again slightly softer this time as he wakes into his apartment closing the dirt behind him with you still being held in his arms. He brought you to the couch putting you on your back as he continued his kiss. Once you were there, he let go of his kiss looking down at your now disheveled face.

“I’m glad you feel the same.” He whispered kissing your forehead before resting his against yours.

“As am I.” You replied stroking his cheek.

“If you don’t wish to continue that’s completely okay.” He reassured to you lifting his head to look at you better.

“I want to, I’ve wanted to for awhile.” You admitted

“I promise that if you feel even a little bit uncomfortable we can stop.” He added not wanting you to be uncomfortable

“I’ve never been more comfortable in my life than in this moment with you.” You moaned softly feeling his clothed erection on your stomach.

“I feel the same.” Nanami responded kissing you tenderly.

“Make love to me.” You asked holding him close

“Anything for you.” He spoke taking off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt leaving you speechless at the sight of his toned abs.

You soon followed his actions taking off your own blouse leaving yourself in your bra, hoping he’d take that off for you. And as though he was reading your mind, his hands touched the soft skin of your boobs. You then touched him feeling how hard his muscles were making you more wet than before. After a few more gentle touches, Nanami slid his hands behind your back unclasping your bra with ease and then tossing it to the side. You felt your face get hot at his efficiency and rubbed your still clothed pussy.

“Breathtaking.” He he whispered as his voice deepened.

“You’re so beautiful.” You responded feeling hazy.

“Took the words right out of my mouth darling. Now, let’s get the rest of these clothes out of my way. I don’t think I can wait any longer.” He said breathing deeply looking in your e/c eyes.

“Please, I need you.” You replied feeling more needy than before.

You both took of your remaining clothes with haste. Both hot and needy for one another. As soon as Nanami was done he jumped up quickly grabbing a condom and placing it on. Once done, Nanami captured your lips in a heated kiss as his hardened cock pressed against your throbbing pussy. He rocked his hips against you as you wrapped your legs around him rocking against him. You held him against you feeling his cock twitch as you grabbed a fist full of his beautiful blond hair as you passionately kissed him.

Nanami reluctantly broke the kiss sat up a little admiring your perfect body feeling lucky to have you in such an intimate way. He then grabbed his cock making sure it was aligned with your hole.

“Are you ready?” He asked teasing your entrance.

“Yes, please fuck me. I need you.” You said desperately.

“That’s my girl.” He spoke pushing into you slowly. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He moaned as your walls molded to his cock perfectly.

“Oh god, Nanami!” You moaned pulling him to you as your hands pressed against his strong back making Nanami groan.

“Y/n, oh sweet y/n.” Kento called out picking up the pace.

“Please faster.” You pleated.

And just like that, Nanami picked up the pace filling you so well with his cock hitting your g-spot more perfectly than anyone ever had better than anything you had even given yourself. It was a overwhelming sensation but you didn’t care. You needed him and based on his thrusts, you knew he felt the same. His arms were wrapped around your body with one had on your hip and the other on your cheek. He felt like he would cum at any moment but forced himself to hold out as he needed to feel you longer.

“Nanami, touch me.” You pleated

“Anything for you.” He grunted moving the hand on your hip to your clit rubbing it perfecting making you moan louder than before as you pressed your nails into his back leaving marks.

“Harder my darling.” Nanami asked to which you obliged making him moan deeply.

Soon, the knot that had been winding up was slowing coming undone as you were close. You then suddenly huffed a staggered moan as you finally climaxed as you clamped your walls around Nanami making him groan. He then smiled realizing that he had successfully made you cum. You saw this smile and pulled him against you kissing him as you were feeling overwhelmed with Nanami being stuffed inside you still.

A few seconds later, Nanami suddenly stopped and pulled out as he loudly cried your name. Once he finished, he laid on your stomach trying to calm down from the immense high he just had.

“How d-do you feel.” He asked you though staggered breaths while he nuzzled in your stomach.

“Amazing, just amazing.” You said running your fingers through his slightly sweaty hair.

“Me too, I haven’t felt so good in a long time. Thank you.” He whispered closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around you, making himself comfortable.

“Anything for you.” You replied softly grubbing his cheek.

“Will you be mine?” He asked holding you closer.

“Of course I will. Nanami I was yours as soon as I kissed you.” You admitted

“I was yours as soon as you kissed me.” He replied sounding sleepy

“I’m so glad I accepted that ad.” You admitted feeling marvelous wonderful.

“I’m glad I can’t cook or clean well.” He laughed making you chuckle.

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[equallyshaw]

call your mom | q. hughes. ↠ based off the song by noah kahan! ↠ best friend duo! sunny is her nickname! ↠ warnings: talks of anxiety, depression and an attempt. (not shown) also, some grammatical errors ! ↠ word count: 2k

quinn knew it all, and had known about it since their first frat party they attended when she ended up drunk which resulted in an anxiety attack; during their freshman year at michigan. yet, he never let that get in the way of their budding friendship and hadn't let it over the past almost 7 years of knowing one another. the longest friendship, she'd had outside her other best friend sadie. he would pick up at every 3 am call she'd make to him, he would call her when the ghosting she did began or would figure out where she was when he'd come home during the summer & she wouldn't come to the lake house while not letting him know. or most importantly he wanted to say everything he felt too, when all the times he would catch her telling her true feelings for him, but then she would make a sarcastic and dark-humored joke about it, before changing the subject.

she was his best friend, throughout all of his shit too. she'd go above and beyond for him, and quinn felt less than at times about it. how much compensation she'd do for him when she was hurting and in need of a hug or a pep talk. when she needed warmth and safety. so when she proposed staying in detroit after four years at michigan, for a business degree, he jumped at the prospect. selfishly, at least a little part for quinn, was that he'd know that she was safe at all times- albeit his brothers, their shared groups of friends from michigan, or his parents. to which she'd made a joke of it, "how do its feel to be behind mama hughes on my emergency contact list?"

❂

Oh, you're spiralin' again The moment right before it ends, you're most afraid of But, don't you cancel any plans 'Cause I won't let you get the chance to never make them

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it was a rainy, torrential downpour, july friday evening in the detroit - ann arbor area. it was around 9 pm when she'd just gotten out work due to a project that blew up in her and her colleague's faces- so the five of them were stuck there until it was done. she knew that this was her breaking point, and it seemed like once a quarter she'd simply lose it. start ghosting everybody she loved, canceling plans or not even bothering to show up to them without a word. so now here she was, sitting in her townhouse garage and sobbing. she'd been denying each and every call that quinn had been making, the duration of the drive home. she'd promised to call him after she got out to discuss her flight in the morning, to toronto where he was with his brothers and a few friends and girlfriends. she couldn't pull herself to bring herself inside after shutting her car off. she couldn't pull herself together to shower, to eat or to even finish packing for her flight. she couldn't even pull herself to wipe her cheeks that were molten red and drenched with salty tears.

all the way in toronto, quinn was panicking. freaking out outside of the restaurant they were all at. why wasn't she picking up? his mind ran with soulless ideas and thoughts, one's that made him think the worst and on the verge of throwing up. after the 20th call (i know) he called his mom, who said she hadn't heard from her since the previous sunday when they went to brunch, despite her telling his mom that she'd text her something that week. and then once ellen had said that it had been pouring the whole day and hadn't let up, his anxiety surged. what if she slid into a ditch? what if she skidded into another car? lost her vision through the windshield? a million thoughts echoed throughout his mind, as he tried to calm himself down. "if you cannot get ahold of her before 12, i will go over there to make sure she is ok." ellen offered, and that made quinn breathe a bit. that was the first thing he thought of when she said she'd be staying in detroit, that his mom would be nearby at all times. as selfishly as that was, quinn thought.

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Don't let this darkness fool you All lights turned off can be turned on I'll drive, I'll drive all night I'll call your mom

❂

she pushed her garage door open into the mud room, sliding her purse and shoes off. she slowly made her way towards the kitchen, grabbing the water canister from the fridge and pouring herself a tall glass. her phone continued to buzz with messages from quinn, and now luke and jack, who were overly concerned for the one person they saw as an older sister. she peered down at it, and saw a text from quinn stating: please text, call, anything please. im gonna drive home tonight - rn. she sighed, pulling her phone into her hands and typing, "don't." and quinn pressed his head down on the restaurant table, he had just sat back down at. she pressed the button to call him and he picked up on the second ring, "don't do that quinn, im fine." she lied through gritted teeth. he shook his head, heading back outside. "sunny...please." he begged, as his voice broke. a thick crack with emotion bubbling underneath. "i promise, im ok." she lied again, and now her body was betraying her. "sunny?" he asked softly, and then he heard her sobs. "sunny?" he questioned again, as her sobs got heavier. "im sorry. im sorry quinine.....god, i wish-" she paused as she realized what she was gonna say, something she'd wanted to say for years when he'd be there to comfort her. "i wish i'd never met you quinnie, you have never deserved any of this and do not deserve it." she sobbed, breaking quinn's heart in the process. "no! you don't get to say that, or believe that. because i sure as hell don't." he argued and she shook her head. "no, you don't deserve a friend that doesn't see the good in the world. who doesn't look towards tomorrow with a mindset of, that things are gonna be better. tomorrow's a new day. you don't deserve that, your family, my family- nobody deserves it." she croaked, wiping her tears roughly off of her cheeks.

quinn's heart broke, "i promise sunny- this time its gonna be different. we will get you better help, ill take you wherever we need to go to get you the help you need. were not giving up, ok? im not nor ever going to give up. you're my best friend sunny, we will work through this. there's so much good about you and the way you treat everybody around you. everything is gonna be ok sunny, ok?" he pleaded, and she heard her sniffles. "i promise that everything will be made new, sunny. let me - let me drive home right now, ill call your mom- ill call my mom, everything will be ok!" he said more so to trick himself into thinking it, but he was terrified. she shook her head, "no its quinnie, im just gonna go to sleep." she said before hanging up.

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Waiting room, no place to stand His greatest fears and wringing hands and the loudest silence If you could see yourself like this If you could see yourself like this, you'd have never tried it

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as quinn was just getting his bags together from the hotel room, and waiting on the delivery of a rental car - he got the call from his mom. he was with his brothers when he got it. he called her after sunny had hung up, asking her to go be with her until he could get there. about 2 hours later because of flooding and how bad the vision was that evening, ellen had made it to her townhouse right outside of detroit. and the moment she got off the phone with 911, she called quinn. whose world was rightfully, broken in half.

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quinn stood in the waiting room after driving back with his brothers, and so the three of them stood there silently. ellen was the only one with sunny at that moment, now - 6 am. ellen had been with sunny since 1 am, that morning after her and jim drove to check on her. jack called sunny's mom, who lived in Indianapolis with her step father, who instantly got in the car and drove up to detroit. who were nearing their arrival any minute. all three of the boy's minds ran wild with thoughts and feelings, but quinns. his were lethal at this point, and filled with guilt, more than anything. quinn's head whipped up when he saw jim walking from the elevator and nodded towards quinn, and then his two other sons. "come with me." jim said before he took them with him upstairs. she'd been taken to the psych floor after she had arrived.

"she is ok quinn." jim said placing a hand on his shoulder to try to comfort him. quinn nodded softly, the look on his face of somebody who was mentally gone. jim and the three boys, stepped out and towards her room. ellen turned her head when the door opened, "your dad and i are gonna head downstairs to wait for her parents, we will be downstairs." ellen said standing up and quinn nodded, "we'll go with you." jack said referring to him and luke, who nodded as well. "let us know if you need anything q." ellen said comfortingly and he nodded, still looking towards sunny. the family walked out, leaving quinn who sat down next to the girl. she was sleeping peacefully and soundly, not flinching or stirring the dark haired girl after he grabbed her hands softly. his hands eclipsed hers, as he did so. he brought their hands to his lips, as he sat forward with his elbows on knees. "fucking a sunny." he mumbled to himself, "i thought i'd lost you for good this time." he added as silent tears poured out thinking about the last time, this almost happened.

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Stayed on the line with you the entire night 'Til you told me that you had to go

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"i dont want to do it anymore quinnie." she sobbed. her final semester of senior year was getting to her, and she was stressed beyond the max with work, her internship and life in general. and what made it harder, was that quinn was in vancouver while she was in ann arbor.

"what can i do for you, sunny? please tell me what i can do."

"you can't do anything q, there's nothing stopping me or in my way anymore." she cried.

quinn shook his head, "dont say that. you know that isn't true. you've got your mom, sister, brother, sadie, my family and, and me. and you're whole future ahead of you." he said through a scratchy voice.

"sunny, please stay on the line with me until you fall asleep. i don't care how late it is." he said - no pleaded.

"i gotta go quinnie. ill call you tomorrow morning." she said before hanging up, before heading over to the hughes' residence.

❂

Oh, dear, don't be discouraged I've been exactly where you are

❂

sure, quinn could not totally relate to sunny. but he had had his moments. when his first season ended, the off season between the 2022-2023 season and 2023-2024. where the team had been god awful. he'd had moments of unclarity, throughout their friendship. but certainly, never on the level of her's. but there were moments where the two could bond on a different level, and where the two could feel exactly how the other felt.

he'd come out on the other side every single time, and did not let it discourage him. he knew it was a part of life, and the career that he chose. he hoped at some point, before it was too late, that she'd come out on top on the other side.

that she'd finally be able to get some peace in life.

she woke up around 7:30 am, with her parents in the hallway with ellen and jim, talking quietly over everything. quinn sat next to her, while his brothers went to go get coffee and small breakfast items for everybody. when the girl awoke, she did not expect to be there in the hospital. she didn't expect to see quinn beside her, looking past her out the window. she didn't expect to be alive, to be quite honest. she shifted a little bit as tears formed in her eyes, as she felt guilt wash over her. and a bit of frustration, that it hadn't worked.

"sunny.." quinn began trailing off, as he felt her hand pull from his and saw her shift in the bed. she looked at him with the biggest puppy eyes he'd ever seen, and then her lips began to quiver. he quickly hopped into the hospital bed, pulling her into him as she began to sob. her throat dry and scratchy as she began to speak, "why?" she begged. "why me?" she added, as quinn kissed her head. "why am i so broken?" she sobbed into the warmth of his chest, as he began to cry with her. "i don't deserve you quinnie, i don't. i never have and never will." she croaked, and he frowned. he pulled back a bit and brought his hands to her cheeks, to make her look at him. he shook his head, "i don't deserve you my sunny." he began, before swallowing. "from the moment i met you, in that god awful english course, you showed me that a person can be relentlessly kind, incredibly unselfish, and even if you don't realize it - you find the good in everything and everyone." he paused, "and now you need to find that goodness in yourself. because it is there." he finished, his brown eyes pouring into hers.

both of their eyes filled with tears, and their bodies full of nerves.

she nodded softly, "and if you couldn't tell through that thick skull of yours- that's my way of telling you i love you." he quickly diffused the situation, "and how much love i have for you." he added quickly. she smiled softly, "i love you too, quinnie. thankyou for pointing out my thick skull." she hummed, before leaning into his left hand.

❂

Throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason Don't wanna drive another mile wonderin' if you're breathin' So, won't you stay, won't you stay, won't you stay with me?

❂

it was now early august, and between therapy and time away from work- the girl was finally beginning to understand what quinn had meant when the two spoke that early morning at the hospital. he'd been there every day with her since then, making sure she got the appropriate help alongside her mom. he'd made sure he kept her schedule in order, making sure she went to her in-person therapy sessions, made sure that she was eating enough, drinking enough water, and made sure to take her mind off of it all. this was one of their final full weeks together, and quinn wanted to make the most of it.

he drove the two from ann arbor down to new buffalo michigan, on lake michigan about two in a half hours outside of chicago. he rented the two a small beach house on a private beach for the getaway. this morning the girl rose around 5:04 am, right before sunrise. she quickly got out of the shared bed (which wasn't a shared bed in the beginning, but after a night staying up to talk it naturally became one.) and headed out towards the beach that was a foot off of the back deck. she made her way down the beach, after slipping on a one piece and submerged herself quickly into the lukewarm water.

she dunked herself underneath the water, before swimming back to the surface. she hadn't realized that quinn had followed her out, after feeling the bed shift and then a cold spot in her wake. she turned behind her after quinn had snapped a pic, and she smiled. "morning q." she smiled, now swimming on her back. he smiled, sitting down on the deck and putting his legs in the water.

"will I be subject to a pep talk today?" she teased with a grin, as quinn chuckled. he shrugged, "maybe." he mused. "let me guess its gonna include punching somebody, giving myself a reason to do things and possible falling in love? two topics of which haven't been talked about?" she quipped, pulling herself up the deck to sit next to him on it. she leaned her head that was soaked on his shoulder, and he smiled softly resting his on hers.

"why dont you come back to vancouver with me?" he questioned out loudly, a few minutes later. she felt her breathe hitch in her throat, before removing her head from his. "you don't have to say yes right now but...i don't know if i can go without seeing you. i don't think i can handle you ghosting me and shutting the world out. after that night, i don't want to wake up and fear that you arent breathing anymore. but ofcourse, if you won't come with me- ill stay here. ill take some time off, and we can work on things." he offered and she shook her head. "you you cant do that for me." she pleaded and he now shook his head, "id do anything for you sunny, don't you understand that?" he paused to gauge her reaction, "id do everything in my power and simply - my existence for you. you have been such a light in my life despite everything, since the moment you walked into it. and i frankly, am never letting you walk out of it." he said as she began to feel overwhelmed. she'd never thought about how quinn felt about her, through everything. especially through the short term girlfriend he'd had and the talking stages that went nowhere with girls.

"dont say what it is i think you're going to say." she begged, as she began to cry. more so, happy tears. he wiped them quickly, looking into her eyes. "i love you, and have always loved you. even from the sidelines and through my own shit i have loved you from that first damn and god-awful frat party, and from the moment you said hi." he said rubbing his thumbs across her cheeks. she clasped her eyes shut and shook her head, "look at me pretty girl." he whispered and she reopened them. "back in the hospital room, you said it then, why did you try to run it back? why did you try to neutralize it?" she questioned, "because you didn't deserve it in that moment. you deserved better." he answered. she nodded, "i would have said it back quinnie. i would have said it if you hadn't shut up." she said with a small grin. his head cocked to the side just a bit. "i love you quinn, and i have always. i've loved you through everything. your dedication to never giving up on me, has shown me some of the greatest love in life. and in turn, has made me fall so deeply in love with you." she confessed and quinn smiled. he smiled widely before leaning in slowly, but it was too slow for the girl. she connected the two's lips and melted into his body.

she pulled away, "oh and before we move on for the day, id love to come to come to van with you. i miss brock." she teased before he pulled the girl up and towards the lake house.

and now here we are !!!! i hope you enjoyed, especially if you made it to this point🫶🏻

[dawnoftime22]

paintings & kisses.

| T.S

Warnings: None! But prepared for many, many kisses.

Summary: Taylor had come up with an activity to do for an entire day, spending her time with some of the things she loves most. Being beside you, and doing one of her hobbies.

Word Count: 2.2k

Category: Fluff!

A/N: I will never understand how some of you can dislike 'me!' AND 'iftye'?? :') I also reaaally love this fic, so I hope you enjoy it just as much as it gives me joy<3

| Started on 25/01/2024, 9:42 PM |

| Finished on 27/05/2024, 5:48 PM |

Main Masterlist | T.S Masterlist

“Softly, love, softly...with your endearing touches, my stresses are faded without any further troubles."

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It was the afternoon when Taylor had just gotten home, having told you earlier in the morning that she was going out somewhere.

She takes off her shoes and walks to the living room, seeing you sitting with your phone in your hands, comfortably laid down on the couch.

You looked up from your screen though, taking note of her presence. Seeing the questionably large plastic bag in her hand and what seemed to be small canvases within it, had your curiosity grow.

Your mind traveled to your memories, and you remember stocking up on groceries together just days ago...so it couldn't possibly be that, making your eyebrow raise.

"What's that?" You ask, pushing yourself up slightly with your hands on the couch to peek, but she expected it, so she smiles and opens up the bag with two hands for you.

"Paint supplies," she said softly, inside having paintbrushes, plenty colors of paint, and a single palette. Since she had a palette herself from the past artwork she's done, she bought one, just for you.

"I thought we could have some fun, peace, and make a mess of everything." Taylor moves to the middle of the room, where there was a bigger empty space for you two to settle on the floor, not wanting to do it on the coffee table since either of you could possibly leave paint marks on it. Although it would be good for memories, its not ideally the best thing to do

"Mm, together?" You asked, your eyebrows furrowing in thought as you stood up and moved closer, watching her leave the bag on the floor to then look at you.

"I did say 'we', darling." She said, cupping your face and leaning in. Her lips gently pecked the tip of your nose, which made you crinkle it up and giggle softly.

"I would love to," you whispered, looking at her lovingly. What an endearing to have done by her, the willingness to share her hobby with you, spending time well.

"Good. I wasn't intending on doing it without you." She brushes her thumb against your cheek gently before they slide off of your face. Taylor looks down, then remembered her extra art supplies she's had, stored in a drawer somewhere.

In the meanwhile, you were shaking your head at her sentence, your gaze adoring in all the ways she loves. You had to let go of her for her to walk away and grab her old keepings.

She returns with some leftover paint tubes that had missing colors within the set, and her own palette, sitting down on the floor in front of you.

You smiled softly and moved to sit down with her, hearing the plastic bag crinkle as she brought out the newly bought items, placing it all on the floor. When you saw the square, small canvases, your heart filled to the brim with excitement, happily wanting to enjoy painting together with her.

"What music do you wanna put on?" She asks, picking up her phone and opening spotify as her expression turns into one of thoughtfulness and concentration.

You hummed for a moment, picking up a paintbrush to gently run over the tip of your finger with, the softness of its brand new quality brushing against your skin.

"How about some of your music?" You suggest slowly, hesitant as you await for her to raise an eyebrow or deny with a no, but she only looks up at you with softness in her eyes, her lips just slightly raised. She was waiting herself, but for more detail on which album.

"Like...Lover?" You added with a tilt of your head, your teeth sinking into your lower lip afterwards. She smiled softly now, her eyes having a glimmer in them as they looked into yours before she looks for the album on her spotify.

"Always choosing the album about you, huh?" Taylor lightly teases, chuckling gently for a moment while your cheeks dusted a shade of pink. You looked down to the floor you were sitting on together, just a tinge embarrassed by her comment.

"You can choose something else, I just really like that one," you quietly said, tracing the blank canvas in front of you, then picking up the tubes of paint to inspect them.

"Maaybe I will..." She said, in a melodious tone, and you were shying away even further. Her eyes flicker up to you with a wide smile, but on her side of the screen, she was already at her album, the gentle bright pink cover shining in her eyes.

"I'm kidding. I find it cute, baby. And I love this album, too," she assured you, putting the first song on play, the adorable sound of her background vocals going 'da da da da da da', sounding out from her phone, the intro starting softly.

When Taylor looks away from her phone, she sees you brushing the paintbrush against the palm of your hand, your eyes distractedly focused on it. She smiled softly, before grabbing your attention by setting her phone down and speaking.

"Okay, are you ready?" She asks, grabbing her own paintbrush and popping open the lid of the paint tubes, clicking it closed once she put them onto her palette.

"Mhm," you hummed, smiling softly. You start experimenting the colors along with her, mixing them together to create new shades.

The song gently plays out around the two of you, encapsulating the space in a gentle warmth and filling the quietness. Taylor started on her painting, moving gently and carefully.

You started too, making sure your fingers had a gentle grip on the brush to follow the imagined picture in your head. Taylor was going with a bit of black first, making the background.

Minutes upon minutes pass by, with the gentle swish of a cat's tail suddenly coming in contact with, thankfully your arm and not the paint, the both of you had a clearer image of what you were aiming for.

Making sure you didn't have fresh paint on your hands that could get on Benjamin's fur, you reach out to gently pet him, causing the blonde in front of you to look up from her painting, a smile raising on her lips.

When you continued your strokes of paint with her, Benjamin sat down at first, his soft paws making home on the wooden boards of the floor, then he laid down, curiously keeping watch over the two of you.

"What are you making?" You ask her gently, peeking to her canvas. Her piece held a mix of deep colors, some parts seemingly coming into play as foliage, flowers, or random messy, but beautiful shapes.

"Mm, I don't know...just anything that comes in my mind." She replies gently, her eyes focused, but her face soft. Time passes by, the two of you fully in your moods to simply sit and paint colors.

'I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends...'

'I'd never walk Cornelia Street again.'

'That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend.'

'I'd never walk Cornelia Street again.'

'And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name.'

'And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away...'

You were nodding your head and dancing gently to the rhythm of the music, humming the lyrics with her. She started singing softly underneath her breath, murmuring as her hand moved with grace.

A smile softly enters your face, hearing her soothing voice. Even if her voice on the phone was present, why would you focus on that when you have the real, even softer version in front of you? Pouring her heart into her work, and spending her time being with you.

"Have you tried painting at all?" Taylor asks, finally speaking up after all the long minutes of concentrating. You hummed for a moment, thinking about it.

"A little, but I wouldn't call myself a professional," you say, your cheeks overlaying the softest shade of pink. You did little swirls to blend then look up at her.

"What about you?" You asked her back with the same amount of gentleness, making her pause, lifting her brush off the canvas.

"I've done flower paintings..." She starts off quietly and thoughtfully, her eyes traveling up to you with a smile. She also looks off to the wall, nodding towards one of the frames." ...and that one on the wall," she added in a mere whisper, as if shy.

You follow her gaze, and you spot a painting, signed, 'Swift' on the top right. It was a pretty scenery of clouds atop an ocean, a faint sunset in the background. Blinking for a second, your lips part in surprise, seeing how beautifully it was painted.

"Tay...what?" A chuckle leaves your mouth your gaze baffled, yet adoring upon her. She had a cute smile growing on her face with cheeks flushed.

"You didn't tell me you paint. And amazingly?" You leaned in, shaking your head. Your hands go back to dip your paintbrush in some water to clear the color, then grab a new hue.

"It never really came to me as a thought...and I haven't done it in a while." She shrugs, making sure she didn't make any accidental strokes while doing so.

"Well, I'm just happy I know now," you said lightly, the sun that was once high in the sky now going lower and lower, the golden glow seeping in through the windows.

With just a little bit more of your final touches, you lean back, inspecting the now possibly finished painting. Smiling, you look up at Taylor.

"I think I'm done," you spoke out. Taylor looks up, leaning in closer to gaze at your canvas. Her eyes brightened, and she looks up at you proudly.

"That's really beautiful." She whispered it, but you could tell she was putting her entire love into the sentence. You smiled, looking back down.

"Thank you." A warm fuzz filled you up on the inside while Taylor finished up hers, writing something along with her small signature. When she turns the canvas, carefully holding the edges of her fingertips, you could properly see her painting.

'Is this the end of all the endings?' was a line that was written down in the middle of the canvas, going like a gentle ripple through the beautifully mixed colors. The painting quite definitely interpreted the song, but it was also a portrait of her love for you. A piece, made specially from her heart.

"I love yours. And those lyrics..." Your eyes shined as you took it in, your eyes tracing every detail. You could also interpret it as a pathway, through a dark garden.

"You're so creative, love," you whispered, gently wrapping your arm around her shoulder to kiss the side of her head, the two of you admiring each other's work of art.

Her smile and squeeze of her hand in between you both was enough to come out as a silent 'thank you', her nose scrunching when she leaned into you.

You giggle softly, noticing her actions that you returned with a gentle motion of your thumb against her hand. Your eyes then focus back to the sight in front of you.

"...Now, where are we putting these gorgeous paintings?" Quietly, you asked. She turns her head, looking to you.

"Lets hang them in the bedroom," she replied softly, her lips raised up. Her gaze was as if you were the only one in the world. And right now, to her, it seemed like you were.

The two of you make sure you seal the paintings with a varnish and wait for it to dry before picking them up, taking them to the bedroom to hang up.

One of her arms were wrapped around your waist, both of you staring at the hanged up canvases on your bedroom wall.

Being proud of both yourselves, and each other, you stood right beside her, the sides of your bodies pressed gently. Taylor then pulls back to turn you so you were faced towards her, leaning in to kiss you softly. Her hands traveled up, cupping your face.

Every part of your heart, not even so, every inch of your body bursted with love and sparks of an electric feeling, melting against her touch and returning the kiss.

When the kiss broke, you smiled softly. "I guess now I know what your painting feels like," you whispered. Even if you knew what it was like already, a reminder makes it even better.

"That's exactly it," she said approvingly, grinning at your comment. Her soft lips met your forehead gently before she went to gaze at you.

"I love you," she whispers, leaning in closer as she kept her eyes on yours. You could feel each other's warm breaths tickling your skins.

"I love you more," you said underneath your breath, teasingly laying a kiss on her cheek instead of the one spot your lips had always found.

"That's not possible." She squints her eyes and pursed her lips, as if challenging you to protest back who loves who more, and your smile grew wider.

"Is." You nod urgingly, raising your eyebrows, while she was shaking her head, your heartbeats in sync.

"Mm, mm," she hummed, now kissing the corner of your mouth, just beside the line it had.

"We're gonna endlessly exchange kisses if you keep going." You giggle throughout your sentence, going to then touch your lips against the tip of her nose affectionately.

She grins widely, her eyes sparkling with love. "Well, I can't help it," she murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips once more.

"You make me want to keep kissing you forever," she whispered softly, the two of you continuing to be close to each other within the cozy day until you were cuddled in bed.

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[lu-is-not-ok]

Hello Limbus Gamers

Why did I title this post that.

Anyway, yeah, it's that time again. I'm gonna analyze the RR4 trailer. Some of you may be asking why, but. You'll see.

Oh boy you'll see.

Starting off, we get a very brief animation of the nodes of the new Railway. And by brief, I do mean, this shit speeds past you like instantly.

They even make sure to not show the whole thing all at once to make it harder to count. I did count though. There are thirteen of these nodes in this animation. This might be subject to change, but we shall see.

Then we get the title card. We're back to single word Railway names from before RR3, and in the background we get to see some silhouettes. We're gonna learn what they are during the trailer itself, but you can already tell they're the abnos from the Battle Pass E.G.O - Dreaming Electric Sheep, The King in Binds, and Portrait of a Certain Day.

We also see silhouettes of some Sinners, and while it's hard to make out with the text in the way, I'm pretty sure there's N Corp Don, N Corp Faust, and BL Yi Sang in there.

Now THIS is interesting - a new Railway gimmick! Not just one gimmick though, but after throwing the screenshot into Google Translate, it turns out we might be dealing with two!

First, the one that doesn't need translating to figure out - the Backup gimmick. I believe it's shown a bit clearer in the next scene, so I won't be speculating on it too much yet, but from my guess it's a replacement for a similar mechanic in RR3, where you could throw another team of Sinners at an Abnormality after your initial team of 6 died to finish the Abno off from where you left it at.

That's not the most interesting part though, this is.

Our Sinners are also going to be recieving individual buffs in this Railway, potentially based on selection order, considering PM has been pushing more and more for the selection order to matter with the recent addition to the E.G.O Gifts.

If I'm correct and the buffs are based on selection order instead of being completely random, we can see the buffs are as follows:

Selection 1 - Identity Level +2

Selection 2 - SP Gain Efficiency +3

Selection 3 - too blurry for google to translate

Selection 4 - Defense Level +2

Selection 5 - Max Speed +2 (the 5 came from the semi-transparent level 45 number lmao)

Selection 6 - too blurry for google to translate

Selection 7 - Final Power +1

Selection 8 - Damage taken -10%

Selection 9 - this one i'm not too sure on but it might be Aggro +5 (the 45 came from the semi-transparent level 45 number lmao)

Selection 10 - scene cuts away too quickly to read it

In addition to that, some IDs (primarily the Backup selections but also for some reason Faust) get a head start of +10 SP when they join the fight, which is a very nice way to help off-set the issue of having to gain sanity in harder fights to even attempt winning clashes.

Next scene shows us what seems to be the Backup mechanic. It's an admittedly very brief shot that barely shows us anything of how it works, but considering everyone's low sanity and Ishmael's stagger, I'm guessing what happened is two units died and the backup units were put in there in their stead.

An interesting gimmick that honestly feels more lore-accurate than the current system LMAO.

Next up, we get our excerpts from the new Abno Logs. This one, based on the background, is for Portrait of a Certain Day. It's a bit hard to tell who wrote this Log based on the English translation, but it does give an interesting insight onto the Abnormality and by extention its E.G.O, Bygone Days.

Something about taking advantage of deaths through parading mementos of the dead in connection to Yi Sang and Gregor, huh... Gregor is the one who gave Aya's mask to Yuri as a memento, and then proceeded to keep that mask as a memento of Yuri. On the other hand, while Yi Sang personally didn't keep mementos of the League around, both Dongbaek and Dongrang had a strong emotional attachment to the last remaining picture of the League all together. There's something there I think.

Then we get to see the excerpt from Dreaming Electric Sheep's Abno Log. Again, not very clear who's writing this from the English translation. And this is a very interesting excerpt too! This is the clearest connection we get between the Abno and the 'Dreaming' part of its name! I feel like I'd need to see the whole Log to get a better idea of what is being conveyed here, but it is good to see we're getting to see some new angles on the Abno.

BIG SHEEP! It's notable that it's attacking Faust.

And there's Portrait, in all its low bitrate glory! Note that it's attacking Yi Sang.

What follows is two more shots, one of each of the Abnos, and then...

It might hard to see in that glorious 240p low bitrate, but yes. That is, in fact, N Corp Don and N Corp Faust, covered in a purple glow, attacking the Sinners.

And then, the bombshell.

Guys.

Guys.

These are Envy Peccatula.

Envy Peccatula are doppelgangers.

DO YOU REALIZE HOW HUGE THIS IS FOR SIN ANALYSIS??? Envy is one of those sins we got barely anything on due to its lack of Peccatula, and yet here we are, RR4 gave us a fucking blessing.

Anyway, back to talking about the actual fights themselves, I believe we're going to be dealing with faction-themed Envy Peccatula stages. The one we see in the trailer is N Corp, complete with a relevant background, and in the in the title card we can see Blade Lineage Yi Sang, implying we could get a BL-themed node as well. Notably, these are both factions that have enough IDs to form a full team.

The only other full team ID factions we have are W Corp and Liu Association, so these are also contenders for Envy Peccatula nodes. Seven Association is also possible, as they are only missing one ID from being a full six ID team. We could also potentially get a fraud Pequod Trio that's made up of the Pequod IDs, which would be really funny, but I'm not sure how likely that is.

Back to the trailer itself.

We finally get the Abno Log excerpt for The King in Binds, and it's very evocative in my opinion. The poetic language makes me think that Yi Sang is the one writing this Log.

This seems like an excerpt that's being used to describe a game mechanic - The King in Binds might have a mechanic where he tears himself free from his throne if certain conditions are met. Very interesting considering what we know about the abno.

What follows is some extremely quick and hard to see snippits of The King in Binds attacking Yi Sang. Yes, this is the best frame I could get from it.

Aaaand that's about it!

All in all, extremely excited about the potential Envy lore and fighting against out own units, and I guess the abnos are there too.

[telugu-girl-13]

♡ Hasini's 150 Follower Event ♡

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Hey, guys! I've been so excited to hold another event, and you helped me get there! I'm officially somewhat famous! And I'm super thankful to every single one of you who has acknowledged my presence in some way. Not just following, but also liking, commenting, reblogging, booping, anything and everything. Every single one of you have a special place in my heart, and I hope you know it! <33

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Back with the theme! If you're new here, I'm crossing my fingers that you love it. And if you're one of the OGs, hope you enjoy the experience of this event once again! I'm obsessed with this, so it's making another appearance! Maybe for my next event, I'll have a few new tricks up my sleeve...

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[badalivie]

[10:20 PM]

“You’re smoking.”

“Yeah. I never quit.” Doyoung pulled out a box of Marlboro Red's from his coat pocket, picking up what seemed to be his 5th cigarette based on the ashtray. He placed the stick between his lips and reached for his zippo lighter. The one you gave him for your 2nd anniversary.

The sound of the end of the cigarette beginning to burn made you roll your eyes. “Why am I not surprised. You haven’t changed at all.”

“You say that like you’ve kept in touch with me these past 9 months” Doyoung's zippo lighter made a satisfying click as he swiped it shut and tossed it back into his pocket. He took a long drag of his cigarette, then exhaled in the opposite direction, remembering how you said you hated the smell of cigarettes.

“We broke up. I wasn’t exactly obliged to.”

“Fair point.” He admitted, taking another drag from his cigarette. He glanced at you for a moment, uneasy with your silence. “You're not gonna nag me? You hated when I smoked."

“Its not my business anymore, Doyoung.”

You were right, he knew that. So why did that sentence stab at his heart the way it did? He bit his lip, holding the smoke in his lungs for a little longer that time. When you were together, he found your nagging at him to quit smoking as probably one of your most annoying habits. Yet now he wanted to desperately to hear you nagging him again. He wanted to hear you care about him.

This meeting place had become bittersweet for the two of you. 2 years ago this is where Doyoung had asked you to be his girlfriend. Now, it's the place where you first met each other after one of the nastiest breakups either of you have ever faced. Doyoung had never felt you so close to him yet so far, but really he only had himself to blame.

“How have you been?” Doyoung's hand flicked the spent ashes into the tray as he spoke.

“Seriously?”

“Can’t I ask?”

Something about him pissed you off, maybe you hadn’t fully moved on. Seeing him still hurt and irritated you, but at least not as much as before. “I’m fine.”

“You seeing someone new?”

“No.” Saying this almost felt like an admission of defeat to you. Like saying "no, you had too much of an effect on me to meet other people". It made you feel weak. Especially when you'd been hearing rumors of Doyoung fucking a new girl practically every day since your breakup.

“I see…”

“You?”

“Nah…”

“Hm, that’s unexpected.”

“What?” Doyoung blinked and turned to face you, grinding his cigarette out on the ashtray in the process.

“You didn’t really seem to care about me all that much so I thought picking up another chick would be a piece of cake for you. Actually, my bad, you picked up multiple chicks. I guess none of them stuck, manwhore.”You hissed

Doyoung’s eyebrows crashed together and his mouth cracked slightly open in disbelief “Are you kidding me right now?” Doyoung raised his voice, heat rising to his head.

“Don’t raise your voice at me! Am I wrong?! You know damn well you've been seeing new girls every night!” You knew you had no right to be upset about that. But that didn't take away how worthless his actions made you feel.

“Y/n! I'm not upset about you calling me a manwhore, I'm upset you're denying the fact that I loved you.“ He wanted to say more. When you broke up he thought of all the things he’d say to you. He’d apologize, plead, explain, everything. But now you were actually infront of him he could barely get any words out. "I love you, Y/n."

You took a deep breath, calming your nerves “Well apparently not enough.”

Doyoung felt his heart sink down to his feet. It wasn’t the truth. He loved you more than himself, more than life itself, but he was still guilty. He was guilty of loving you more than he was willing to admit and lying to himself and you that he didn't. Maybe he was selfish for wanting you back, knowing how much he hurt you, but that didn’t make him want you any less. It shattered him when he lost you —the person who cared about him most in the world.

“Listen, Doyoung. I don’t want to fight you anymore, can we just put this past us?” Your expression softened, taking yet another deep breath. “Officially.”

Doyoung paused for a moment. “I don’t want to fight with you either…" He sighed "Deal.” He pursed his lips and nodded eventually, still unable to say anything. That made you smile. You always found the way he bit his lips cute. You used to tease him and say he looked like a bunny for it. Oh and how he loved it. How you’d cup his cheeks and kiss his nose. How you’d cuddle his head into your chest, how you’d talk to him. He loved everything you did. And he still did. Doyoung froze. God, when was the last time he had made you smile? He found himself mesmerized, unable to look away from your face. He missed your smile, he missed this, he missed you.

For you, that moment lasted only seconds, yet for Doyoung, an eternity had already passed before you pat his arm and turned to leave.

“Hey y/n!” He blurted out, making you stop in your tracks. You turned to face him, and in that moment he could have sworn time stopped. You were beautiful, it was just when he saw you for the first time. He had fallen in love all over again. “For what it's worth, I really did love you. You made me the happiest person I'd been in years. I would have crossed the ocean for you, and I still would. I'm sorry I never found a way to let you know that."

“Thank you for saying that, Doyoung.”

"I'm sorry I didn't say more. Please believe me."

Maybe it was something about the way his eyes turned glassy, or the way he had an expression on his face you've only seen once in your entire time knowing him. But for the first time in a long time, you saw the Doyoung you fell in love with. "I believe you."

"Goodbye, Doyoung."

"Goodbye, Y/n."

(this may or may be part of a draft im currently writing ok bye)

[freckliedan]

PHANNIE TAROT STATS

a lovely group of phannies has been reading tarot about what may be coming next for dnp, and a lot of cards have been repeating between readings. i've been compiling stats, & i'm moving that to its own post! up to date as of 10:50ish pm PST.

DATA

so far, there have been 72 cards pulled by myself, @yonpote, @dnphobe, @thetrashthatsmilesback, @tarotphil, @whipcracknumber5, @emojackolantern, @queerdnp, @slitsfordan, @ghoulish-art-tendencies, and @thighguys. of those 71 cards:

28 are major arcana (38.8%)

14 are wands (19.4)

11 are pentacles (15.2%)

11 are swords (15.2%)

8 are cups (11.1%)

and 43 (59.7%) of those are duplicate cards:

the fool (2)

the high priestess (2)

the empress (5)

the hierophant (2)

strength (4)

the devil (2)

judgement (2)

the ace of swords (2)

the two of pentacles (2)

the three of wands (2)

the six of wands (2)

the seven of pentacles (3)

the eight of wands (2)

the nine of swords (2)

knight of wands (3)

knight of swords (2)

king of wands (2)

king of pentacles (2)

so the most pulled cards are the empress, strength, the seven of pentacles and the knight of wands.

ANALYSIS

major arcana cards show up for major/impactful life events or important moments in time. pentacles (earth) shows up for everything tangible and material, wands (fire) shows up for action, passion, creative spark. swords (air) shows up for matters of the mind/grief & pain/clarity/ideas/communication. and cups (water) is less present, but is tied to matters of the heart/intuition/connection with others.

when looking at the suit composition of this reading, it's clear that something big is coming. and it's not internal; this is communicative action driven by passion enacted in the "real world", likely in the context of community. fire + air can be a dangerous duo, spreading extremely rapidly, but this is anchored by the steady & deliberate nature of earth.

the increase in air cards makes sense to me with dan and phil both being triplicate air signs & the increasing amount of thought and anticipation being directed at the situation by phannies.

looking at the most repeated cards, the empress + strength + the seven of pentacles? that's generative energy. something is being created. and whatever it is will begin from a place of balanced power without a need for control. and this new thing is being made real by a grounded and fair assessment of where past efforts have landed dnp.

and the knight of wands is now one of the most common cards, too. in this situation that's dan.

my takeaway from all this is so firmly that they're hard launching—the new thing entering the world is an extremely significant communicative action with material impacts driven by passion. (convenient time to mention they both have venuses—the relational planet—in fire signs).

i can't see anything but a hard launch and a wedding (to be legally bound to another person is SO material) fitting those parameters, and i think that once again this is following dan's pace. though, this time i think due to the need he had to self-actualize with creative endeavors separately from phil—those pursuits are now drawing to a close.

HOUSEKEEPING:

you can look at past stats and analysis of specific readings in my tarot tag.

i'm going to put the standard composition of a tarot deck below the cut for comparison, and if i make any future updates to this post i will put a copy of the stats before the change there as well.

a standard tarot deck has 78 cards:

22 major arcana (28.2% of the deck)

14 cards of each suit (17.9% of the deck)

and none of these cards are duplicates.

VERSION 1: 05/01/2024 9:53 PM

so far, there have been 57 cards pulled by myself, @yonpote, @dnphobe, @thetrashthatsmilesback, @tarotphil, @whipcracknumber5, @emojackolantern, @queerdnp, and @slitsfordan. of those 57 cards:

25 are major arcana (43.8%)

10 are pentacles (17.5%)

9 are wands (15.7%)

7 are swords (12.2%)

6 are cups (10.5%)

and 29 (50.8%) of those are duplicate cards:

the fool (2)

the empress (5)

the hierophant (2)

strength (3)

the devil (2)

judgement (2)

the ace of swords (2)

the two of pentacles (2)

the six of wands (2)

the seven of pentacles (3)

knight of wands (2)

king of pentacles (2)

so the empress has been in 62.5% of readings, strength and the seven of pentacles have been in 37.5% of readings, and the rest have been in 25% of readings.

ANALYSIS

major arcana cards show up for major/impactful life events or important moments in time. pentacles (earth) shows up for everything tangible and material, wands (fire) shows up for action, passion, creative spark. swords (air) and cups (water) are less present, though swords are gaining ground.

when looking at the suit composition of this reading, it's clear that something big is coming. and it's not internal; this is action driven by passion enacted in the "real world", likely in the context of community.

the increase in air cards makes sense to me with dan and phil both being triplicate air signs & the increasing amount of thought and anticipation being directed at the situation by phannies.

looking at the most repeated cards, the empress + strength + the seven of pentacles? that's generative energy. something is being created. and whatever it is will begin from a place of balanced power without a need for control. and this new thing is being made real by a grounded and fair assessment of where past efforts have landed dnp.

my takeaway from all this is so firmly that they're hard launching—the new thing entering the world is an extremely significant action with material impacts driven by passion. (convenient time to mention they both have venuses—the relational sign—in fire signs).

i can't see anything but a hard launch and a wedding (to be legally bound to another person is SO material) fitting those parameters. possibly a new creative project,but that just isn't coming across vibes wise?

[chiaraanatra]

𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑌𝑜𝑢

∘₊✧────✧₊∘ ! 18+ MINORS DNI ! ∘₊✧───✧₊∘

Summary: The last thing David expected was to meet someone who shared his ability to teleport, nor did he anticipate that you would leave a lasting impression or be gone just as quickly as you came.

Warnings: ANGST & SMUT! MINORS DNI! Porn with plot, oral (f receiving), fingering (kinda?), p in v (w/ protection), pet names (baby), mentions of trauma and bodily harm (reader was attacked and has scars), mentions of parental death, not-so-happy ending, no use of y/n.

Word Count: 3k

AN: David does not get enough love! Also, I would like to thank everyone for 100 followers, it's crazy that even 5 of you like what I write so thank you! I would also like to thank my wonderful boyfriend, JJ, who agreed to read this trash and told me it was good. Lord knows I'm a slut for praise (especially from him)!

《 m.list || ao3 》

New York, NY - 9:45 pm

You met David during the intermission of a Broadway play. You had seen the production a few times since its revival on Broadway, but you enjoyed the atmosphere. With your abilities, it was easy to make attendance at these types of events a regular occurrence and there was something about getting dressed up and drinking over-priced champagne from a plastic glass that set a certain mood.

You took a sip from the plastic flute before feeling a familiar sensation. You watched as a man, about your age, with dirty blonde hair seemingly appeared out of nowhere in a nearby corner normally hidden from prying eyes. You were skeptical at first, but once he moved away you were able to see the remnants of an aperture he had created to come to this exact spot. You watched as he walked over to the railing that overlooked the hall. Before you could stop yourself, you made your way over and leaned against the same railing.

“You know, your lack of subtly could get you killed one day.” Your eyes remained on the red curtain hiding the stage from view.

“Not sure what you are talking about…” There was a nervousness in the man’s voice that he was attempting to cover.

You took a sip of your drink, “In a crowd, this dense, intimacy is often a forgone conclusion.” The corners of your mouth turned up, “As is getting caught.” You gave the taller man your name.

“David…” There was an air of hesitation in his voice. “So, you can…?” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

You smiled, “Quite astute, David.” The way his name fell from your lips made it sound like the second most beautiful name that could be spoken, next to your own.

The lights dimmed, indicating that intermission was ending. “I guess we should get back to our seats. It was nice talking to you, David. Enjoy the rest of the show.” You threw your plastic flute in the trash and made your way back to your seat.

Throughout the rest of the play, David’s eyes remained on you. He prayed that if you could jump, you wouldn’t before he got the chance to talk to you again.

When the show had concluded you found yourself following the crowd towards the exit. Once outside, you couldn’t help but stand for a moment, contemplating your next move. It was late, but you didn’t want to go home. After all, the world was yours, but you tended to be indecisive. You looked at your watch.

11:06 pm… That means, 5:06 am in Paris, 1:06 pm in Tokyo…

Your name being called pulled you from your thoughts. When you turned, you saw David making his way towards you. It didn’t take long for him to navigate through the dense crowd and catch up to you. Once face to face, he couldn’t help but look at you, taking in all of your features in the light given off by the city. Your lips looked so soft, and your eyes seemed to sparkle.

"Umm… Can I get you a cab?” He mentally kicked himself for how stupid a question that was. Even if you couldn’t jump there was little chance he could successfully wave down a cab with everyone currently trying to do the same.

You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped past your lips, “As kind of an offer as that is, I don’t think I’ll be needing one.”

David looked down at his feet trying to think of some way or another that he could convince you to stay near him even for just a moment longer. “Umm, are you hungry?”

“I ate before the show,” you saw the disappointment on his face almost instantly. “But a coffee would be nice. There’s a café down the street.”

The two of you walked in relative silence, making small comments about the weather, the play, and so on. Once at the café, David insisted on buying your drink. With cups in hand, the two of you made your way outside to sit at one of the small tables lining the sidewalk.

You took notice of David’s features. He was rather handsome despite the timid air around him. You could tell he wasn’t used to small talk. You could also tell that you were most likely the only other Jumper he had ever met. He appeared to be battling between wanting to know more about you and knowing more about your shared ability.

He looked down at the cup in his hands, “So…Where are you from?”

You shrugged a little, looking out towards the still bustling city. “Here and there.” You didn’t mean to be so vague, but it was hard not to be. “I’m not from New York, but I come here rather frequently. Regardless of the time, there is usually something going on to keep me entertained.” You took a sip of your coffee. “What about you?”

“I have a place here, but I find myself traveling a lot.” He was still dancing around discussing your shared teleportation abilities. “Have you met many others… like us?” He paused for a brief moment. “You don’t have to answer, it’s just you’re the only other person I’ve met who can… you know...”

You nodded, smiling a little at his avoidance, “A few but they never stayed around long. We tend not to be very sedentary; always drawn to one place or another, whether it be out of intrigue or necessity.” You finished your coffee and stood up from your chair. “It was nice meeting you, David. However, I should-”

“Wait!” He stood up with you, trying to find his next few words. He refused to let this be the last time he spoke to you. “I want to see you again.” His eyes never left yours, a spark of determination flashing against the blue of his irises.

You smiled at him, “If it's meant to be, you’ll see me again.” You leaned up to kiss his cheek and whispered in his ear, “Goodnight, David.” And just like that you were gone.

New York, NY - 9:27 am

Fuck…

David took a seat on one of the benches lining Central Park. To say he was frustrated may have been an understatement. He had spent the last 2 days scouring the city in hopes of catching a glimpse of you. He felt like a stalker, but there was just something about you. He needed to hear your voice, see your face, know more about you… He brought himself forward, elbows on his knees, hands rubbing across his face.

Just as he was about to call it quits, he noticed you were sitting across from him, a book in one hand and a coffee in the other. You set both aside to look at him from across the walkway, a smile gracing your face.

He looked down laughing to himself before pushing off the bench and making his way towards you. He took the seat next to you, pausing to view your features in the sunlight. “The ability to go anywhere in the world in an instant and we both end up here.” He wanted to sound nonchalant, but he was doubtful about how well that was coming across.

“I told you if it was meant to be you would see me again.” You had a feeling that he would look for you. It was that feeling that had you spending the last two days straight in the city and spending much more time out in the open than you were used to. “Have you been looking long?”

Pink flared across his cheeks. He was not about to admit that he had been looking for you since he had last seen you. “I’m just happy I found you.” Smooth…

“I’m happy you found me.” You looked at your watch. “I’m kinda hungry. How would you feel about a late lunch?” You stood up from the bench and offered David your hand.

He took your hand, “Late lunch? It’s 9:30…” Realization hit him, as you brought him to a secluded corner of Central Park. You wrapped your arms around him and jumped.

London, UK - 2:30 pm.

When David opened his eyes, he was greeted by the feeling of your warm body in his arms. The two of you were in a different park, the sun had been replaced with gray clouds. He felt a few light droplets of rain fall on his exposed skin.

“Shit, I should have checked the weather… Come on.” You grabbed his hand and led him out of the park and onto the street. Looking around, he recognized they were now in London. You led David through the streets to an upscale restaurant. You were quickly seated towards the back across from one another. David couldn’t help but play with the corners of the menu as he tried to think of questions to ask you. He didn’t want to be too much too fast, scared to ask anything too personal that would cause you to run away. “Do you spend much time in London?” You giggle, “As much as anyone, I guess. I tend to spend most of my time in New York, but I frequent London, Tokyo, Paris. It’s a balance, I try not to spend too long in one place while also trying not to spread myself too thin.” You twirled the spoon in your coffee, a somber look gracing your face, “Even with all this freedom we still have to be careful.” “Paladins…” It wasn’t a question, more of a knowing acknowledgment said quietly as reality began to close around the two of you. You gave him a small smile, “So you’re not as blissfully unaware as I thought.” He lets out a low chuckle, “I haven’t had many runs in, thankfully.”

“Wish I could say the same.” Your hands ran down the length of your arms before pausing at your wrists, rubbing them gently through the sleeves of your shirt. “But enough about that! The food here is amazing!”

When the two of you finished eating and you thought the rain had faded, you walked around the city, sharing surface-level things about yourselves. You learned that David liked to read and travel, his favorite color was blue, and he was from Ohio. That was as personally deep as you were both willing to go in that very moment.

The rain picked up suddenly and the two of you found yourselves soaked and hiding under the cover of an overhang.

“I don’t want to sound forward...” David looked down at his soaked Converse trying to pick his next words carefully. “Would you like to come back to my apartment?"

You shivered a little, “That sounds like a good idea.” He held out his arms and you willingly melted into his warm embrace.

New York, NY - 12:02 pm

When you opened your eyes, you were met with the unfamiliar sites of David’s apartment. Floor-to-ceiling windows ran across the south wall overlooking New York City. The walls were covered in pictures, not of people but rather places. Jump site reminders?

A spiral staircase led to a lofted second floor that housed various art pieces and a motorcycle. How original. You smiled to yourself.

David’s eyes never left you. He had been all over the world, but he had never met anyone like you. His arms refused to pry themselves from the home they had made along your waist. Once your attention was back on him, he couldn’t stop himself, “Can I kiss you?”

“So polite…” Your arms found their way around his neck and your fingers weaved themselves through his wet, blonde locks. You stood on your tiptoes, allowing your lips to connect. The kiss was gentle, at first, but quickly became a frenzy of hands needing to touch skin, bodies begging to be closer.

“We should- We should get out of these clothes…” your words were half muffled by David’s lips. Despite this, he made quick work of both your shirts, throwing them in a wet pile on the ground before pulling you closer and jumping to his bedroom.

David slowly made his way down your jaw and to your neck. For as timid as he seemed he had no problems setting your body on fire. He continued to make his way lower, kissing down your chest to your abdomen, before getting on his knees in front of you. Blue eyes looked up at you, silently asking if you would let him go further. you nodded.

He made quick work of your pants, pulling the wet fabric down your legs. His hands ran up the expanse of your soft legs placing gentle kisses on your thighs before looking at your clothed core, looking up once more to ensure there were no reservations on going further.

You ran your hand there his hair and down his cheek, “Please...?”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. Without hesitation he dove into your clothed core, lapping at the fabric now soaked by rain and your own slick.

You whined at the loss of contact when he pulled away. He urged you to fall back on the bed before he pulled your panties down. He lifted your legs onto his shoulders before once again attacking your exposed cunt.

“Oh fuck Davi-“your moans were cut off as you felt his middle finger circle your entrance as his tongue played with your clit.

“Just like that! Please! If you keep that up, I’m gonna…” your voice was once again cut off by a silent scream as his finger pressed against the soft spongy spot inside you. Your back arched off the bed as you came hard.

David’s tongue led you through your orgasm almost to the point of overstimulation.

When he pulled away his mouth was shiny with a combination of his spit and your wetness. He made his way up to kiss you, you couldn’t help but moan as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

David reached over to his side table grabbing a condom. “Any other time I would want you to come more than once before fucking you but I’m desperate to feel you around me.”

You blushed at his words watching as he undid the belt of his jeans pulling them down along with his boxers.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting but you certainly were not expecting David to be as big as he was. You couldn’t help but watch in awe as he rolled the condom down his length.

You gasped as you felt his tip run against your fluttering hole. He looked at you once more, silently asking permission. You bit your lip nodding, needing to feel him.

He leaned forward pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was passionate, full of need and lust. He kept his lips on yours as he sank his cock into you, your pussy stretching around him. The kiss breaks when he is fully seated inside you, moans of pleasure escaping both of your lips.

David’s movements are painfully slow, “please, faster, it’s okay…” Your voice sounds beautifully desperate, and David would rather die than not give you what you wanted, what you needed.

In no time he is pounding into your soaking wet cunt bringing you both closer and closer to the edge. “God… you feel so good!”

“Fuck David... I’m gonna-“Your orgasm cut you off, back once again arching off the bed.

“That’s it baby, cum for me.” He kissed down your neck and chest, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm. Your cunt squeezed around his cock perfectly causing his own orgasm to crash over him.

He held you close as you both came down from your highs. Once the feeling came back to your legs, David helped you clean yourself up before returning to bed, arms wrapped around one another.

Your head rested against his chest, while he played with your hair. Scars encircling your wrists caused him to pause. His hands slowly ran from your shoulder down your arm to your wrist. His fingers brushed against the rope-like burn scars. He hesitated for a moment before asking, “Paladins?”

“Yeah… Too narrow of an escape for my liking.” You rotated your body to look at him, your arms now resting on his chest.

He led one of your hands towards his lips to kiss the scar. Anger boiled in him at the thought of some Paladin bastard getting their hands on you. But he pushed those thoughts away in favor of hopefully getting to know you a bit better. “How did you find out you could jump?”

You hesitated for a moment, “I was 13 the first time it happened. I was with my parents; we were on vacation. Dad never liked planes, so he always drove. We were on our way to DC, a detour because I wanted to visit the Smithsonian… our car was hit head-on by a drunk driver. I remember closing my eyes because of the bright headlights coming towards us. When I opened my eyes, I was back home, on top of my bed.”

You sat up turning away from David. You wanted to cry but no tears would come.

David sat up and moved closer to you, brushing his long, slender fingers up your bare spine. “I’m sorry…” David wanted to say more, that it wasn’t your fault, that there wasn’t anything you could have done. But it didn’t feel like the right time. Rather he pulled you into him slightly, holding you. Your body relaxed into his.

You couldn’t help but feel like you had shared too much. You had known David for all of 3 and a half days. Things felt right, too right, and it scared the shit out of you. “I should… I should go…” you removed yourself from his grasp. Quickly throw on your underwear and the first shirt you grabbed. You couldn’t bear to look at him or hear his attempts to make you stay. “Goodbye, David…” and just like that you were gone.

Should I do a part 2??

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[delillilah]

Fictober day 8! 🤎

Giggles and ghosts - Luke Hughes

(Also featuring Jack Hughes)

October 30th, 2023

9:03 am

“Luke!” Jack shouts from his room.

“What?” The boy calls back and sees his brother appear from the doorway.

“Did you go on my phone last night” he asks.

“Jack, why would I go on your phone”

“I don’t know but I woke up and the battery is pretty much drained and it’s not on airplane mode”

“Why did you have it on airplane mode?”

“The radiation” he responds as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world and walks away while saying “Don’t touch my stuff”

Luke sighs but goes on with his day, he really had nothing to do since y/n was busy working.

But he decided couch rotting wasn’t a good idea and got up to get ready for the gym since he couldn’t spend time with his girlfriend.

12:30pm

Luke came back and something seemed odd, he smelt something burnt, but Jack left shortly after him. So he checked the oven and sure enough, it was on.

*Calling… **Rowdy🕺*

“What’s up Luke?” He says into the phone, before connecting it to the car.

“Why the fuck is the oven on” he shoots.

“The oven… what? I didn’t even use it”

“Well it doesn’t just turn on, on its own”

“Luke I swear I didn’t use it, i don’t know how it turned on. I’ll be home in 20”

“Whatever man” the younger boy sighs and hangs up. Going on about his day and deciding to take a shower.

When he was done and back in his sweats, he went and sat out in the living room to watch a movie but the tv remote wasn’t working.

“Jack why doesn’t the remote work?” He asks.

“Batteries?”

Sure enough, the battery’s out of the back we’re gone and Luke was fed up because he had just put new ones in yesterday.

9:43 pm

After all the weird stuff that has happened today, Jacks phone, the oven, the remote - even the wifi kept flickering- Luke was starting to think his apartment was haunted. So he sat in the dark living room re searching the building with his girlfriend on the phone.

“Luke why have you been staring at your screen the past 10 minutes, what are you doing?” She asks and he flips the camera.

“My house is haunted, so much weird shit is happening y/n it’s so weird-“ he noticed a smile start to make its way onto her face as she tried to stifle laughs.

“What- I knew you would think it’s stupid” he sighs and she couldn’t hold the laughs anymore.

“I thought it would take more to get your scared” she laughs and Jack comes out of his room.

“what are you talking about”

“Well I was bored at work yesterday and decided to plan this epic prank on you- which I had so much more stuff planned you suck! Jack helped me to”

“you- he- what?!”

Jack is laughing in the kitchen and she is calming down.

“How did you do that to the wifi tho?!” He asks.

“You live in the hood of jersey, that happens everyday” she spits.

“Hey!” Both and Jack and Luke shout but she’s not wrong, there are is sketchy.

But Jack will never find out why his battery was drained and his phone was off airplane mode…

[ivettel]

getting that good wood - info post!

hullo! so this info is all from goodwood's site, but i thought i'd consolidate a couple relevant events/times for seb fans to watch out for—y'know, the whole where and when shtick!

<< WHERE >>

if you do not have tickets to attend in person: the 2023 goodwood festival of speed will be streamed live on their youtube channel! you can find their channel HERE.

the livestream schedule is as follows:

Thursday - 09:20 BST

Friday - 08:30 BST

Saturday - 08:30 BST

Sunday -08:30 BST

with the exception of thursday (which is just an hour later), 8:30 BST translates to...

eastern time - 3:30

central time (US) - 9:30

central european time - 2:30

pacific time - 12:30

philippines - 15:30 (3:30 PM)

australian eastern standard - 17:30 (5:30 PM)

if you have access to ITV1: the festival will be shown on saturday at 11:15 BST and sunday at 13:30 BST, with highlights available on itv4 the week after.

<< WHEN >>

goodwood is next weekend, from thursday (july 13) to sunday (july 16). seb has been confirmed for appearances on both saturday and sunday, but he might be there thursday and friday as well to check out the festivities!

you can find the full timetable HERE.* more details under the cut!

*please note that this information is NOT final and may be subject to last-minute changes, but for the most part (a week out from the event, when this post is being written) should be accurate

saturday, july 15

seb has an interview scheduled for 14:45 (2:45 PM) BST!

eastern time - 9:45

central time (US) - 8:45

central european time - 15:45 (3:45 PM)

pacific time - 6:45

philippines - 21:45 (9:45 PM)

australian eastern standard - 23:45 (11:45 PM)

goodwood only says he's slated to drive from his collection, including nigel mansell’s williams fw14b and ayrton senna’s 1993 mclaren mp4/8. so a POTENTIAL event he might drive in is goodwood 75 at 14:05 (2:05 PM) BST

description: experience the rich history and unparalleled excitement of motorsport at goodwood, re-living the most exciting and iconic moments from the past 75 years.

eastern time - 9:05

central time (US) - 8:05

central european time - 15:05 (3:05 PM)

pacific time - 6:05

philippines - 21:05 (9:05 PM)

australian eastern standard - 23:05 (11:05 PM)

sunday, july 16

again, these are only potential events he might drive in!

there's another showing of goodwood 75 at 8:30 BST.

eastern time - 3:30

central time (US) - 2:30

central european time - 9:30

pacific time - 12:30

philippines - 15:30 (3:30 PM)

australian eastern standard - 17:30 (5:30 PM)

and the famous goodwood shootout at 14:00 (2:00 PM) BST

description: the weekend reaches its thrilling climax as motorsport greats fight for the top spot in the timed shootout.

eastern time - 9:00

central time (US) - 8:00

central european time - 15:00 (3:00 PM)

pacific time - 6:00

philippines - 21:00 (9:00 PM)

australian eastern standard - 23:00 (11:00 PM)

and finally, yet another goodwood 75 at 16:30 (4:30 PM) BST.

eastern time - 11:30

central time (US) - 10:30

central european time - 17:30 (5:30 PM)

pacific time - 8:30

philippines - 23:30 (11:30 PM)

australian eastern standard - 1:30 (MONDAY JUL. 17)

no idea what exactly he's going to participate in (save for the interview), so if you have the time to watch all weekend, u might catch him elsewhere in the official stream! but these are the most likely events i could think of, for those who might be busy or only want to pay attention to what he might be doing.

that all said, i encourage people to watch other events at goodwood if possible! it's a fun event and there's lots of cool people scheduled to make an appearance :)

if i missed anything, do feel free to let me know!

[ultrone]

𓂃  ⊹ javi's older sibling hcs 🪽

general :p

you're javi's older sibling by four years; you being a senior and him being a freshmen. as the firstborn, your dad obviously taught you everything he knew about soccer from a young age, and you grew up to become one of the best soccer players at wiskayok high school. this worked well for javi, who isn't into soccer but prefers calmer sports like badminton.

the large age gap between your brother and you caused the two of you to distance yourselves from each other a little bit as you grew up. you had your group of friends and teammates, and he had his own. however, you've always tried to maintain your relationship with him and often hang out at home, or go out together when neither of you have anything to do.

for instance, something that kind of turned into a tradition between you both was watching a movie nearly every night after dinner—unless there was homework. this all started because usually, after dinner, you'd naturally head to the living room to read a magazine or chat on the phone with a friend. but one day, you were both bored, decided to watch a movie together, and it stuck. as simple as it was, every night became movie night for you—if there was one thing javi and you had in common, it was having a similar taste in movies. your parents would get a bit grumpy sometimes since it was past javi's bedtime, but who cared? your dad would go to bed at like 9:30 pm anyway lmaooo

and if your dad was generous with some cash, you'd bring javi along to the movies on weekends. travis, your cousin, worked there, but he had always been a jerk, so he hardly hooked you up with discounts, despite having an unlimited 40% off on everything 🙄

"if you bring me one of those mags uncle bill hides under his bed, maybe i'll think about it," travis said with a sly smile.

"dude, there's a kid in the room," you exclaimed, covering javi's ears in playful shock. “but why don’t you ask your dad to let you borrow his, anyway? oh wait, he left you 😬”

you’d also go to the local arcade frequently. most of the time, you'd find him there instead of going there with him. that boy had a serious obsession with pinballs and street fighter 😭

you’re very protective of him. once, some older kids tried to bother him, not for any reason, just because he's reserved and introverted—easy prey for bullies. of course, you scared them off the next day. you're not usually full of yourself, but being the co-captain of the yellowjackets has its advantages. plus, people know he's travis' cousin, so they steer clear knowing he has anger issues. if only they knew he doesn't give a single fuck about you or javi… 😭😭

you have a secret handshake that you created when you were kids; you always do it before you leave for school, or after a long day of not seeing each other.

in the wilderness. . .

when your dad passed away, it really shook both of you. because of soccer, you had always been a bit closer to your dad than javi, as you spent more time with him. javi had always been closer to your mom. nonetheless, he had a terrible time as well. in the first few days, neither of you said a word to each other as you needed time to process everything. although you always kept an eye on him from a distance, no matter how tough it got.

the only thing you wanted to do was curl into a ball and let the earth swallow you whole, but you couldn't because, as much as you wanted someone to lean on, you had to be there for your younger brother, especially considering how sensitive he was. as a little keepsake for him, you took your dad’s ring, the one he always wore, and a leather string from one of his fancy shoes you found in his suitcase, and made a necklace for javi—which he loves and has worn ever since. the moment you handed it to him was when you two patched things up after what happened and grew closer than ever.

he's very artistic and imaginative, usually expressing himself through drawing using sheets of paper shauna would let him borrow. however, he then took an interest in carving. at first, he was terrible at it, but due to the circumstances and being bored out of his mind, he started spending entire afternoons practising. eventually, he got good and started coming up to you to show you some of the miniature animals he carved. he made a bunch for you, which you keep next to your makeshift bed <33

he actually carved a special one for each of you and told y’all that they were luck amulets to keep you safe 🥹🥹 he was shy about it, though, so he secretly placed them on each person's spot with a small note while everyone was outside. for instance, he carved a deer for lottie, a wolf for nat, a bear for shauna, etc etc…

he even carved a tiny net and soccer ball and put them on top of your dad's grave :(

when both of you are bored, you often play "guess who?" by drawing people with a stick, tracing them on the dirt or snow behind the cabin.

y’all stopped for a while, though, because there was a time when mari was assigned to take the pee bucket to the cliff for two weeks, and you thought it’d be hilarious to draw a saddened mari doing the dreaded chore 😭😭 coach ben caught y’all laughing at it, and as a punishment, y’all had to do the pee bucket duty for a WHOLE month 😔☠️ (which actually leads you to think that mari’s the nasty ass bitch who shat in the bucket 😒 you have no proof but you have no doubts either, plus she has a motive: REVENGE)

when the two of you were little, you invented a secret language that you used to communicate with each other when you didn’t want anyone else to understand you, which comes in handy when y’all are in the cabin with everybody. you use it when you want to share a joke or gossip lmaooo—y’all try to be careful though, because you never know when misty’s ass will learn to decrypt it and catch your asses 🙄

when doomcoming came around, he made you both crowns to wear with sticks and flowers he found around the woods, and your initials carved in the middle of your respective crowns.

you’re the person in charge of trimming his hair when it grows too much. you realized it was time to test out your barbering skills when you spotted him from behind and briefly mistook him for one of the jv yellowjackets 😭☠️

“can i get a low taper fade this time?” he joked. “bitch, you’re lucky if you get a decent haircut,” you said. “i’m not responsible for any injuries or infections you might get from this rusty ass blade.”

the first time you cut his hair, he didn’t talk to you for three days because van said he looked like sharon osbourne LMFAOOO it wasn’t even that bad like c’mon 😭😭

ᰔ javi & travis’ middle sibling hcs coming soon…

[steveharrington]

even the people most outspoken about workers rights clearly view workers in certain professions as less deserving of a work life balance. yes it’s frustrating that business hours are 9-5 and you typically have to take time off to go to the dentist or doctor or bank, but employees at those places deserve to go home at 5 too! it’s one thing to advocate for daytime and nighttime shift teams but as someone who works in a fast paced customer service administrative role with a LOT of people trying to get through to us, i constantly hear “well i emailed after 5 but i guess you guys were closed by then 🙄” like yes. we have to go home. we can’t work 24/7, even if it would be more convenient for you if we did. and you wouldn’t expect that of every profession so you shouldn’t expect it of ours. i have friends who are always encouraging work life balance but then when they need to visit the dmv or the bank or whatever and it’s open 9-5 they get visibly annoyed like….its still People who work at those places. yes people who do jobs that are urgent and important to your life, but people all the same. i swear like the same people who (rightfully) won’t work a minute past 5 PM would happily agree to have employees in certain professions working around the clock if they deem it the kind of service that they feel entitled to have constant 24/7 access to