#also the hotel i was planning to stay at is fully booked for the week i'm going

[owlpuddle]

💉🍆 Splash Zone 🍆💉

[dilf-docs]

Le Pedí Al Mar Y Al Sol Que Te Trajera

pedro pascal x younger!reader

summary: vacations are supposed to be fun! and with a hot older famous boyfriend? now we're really talking.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (yum), pwp, p. in v., fingering, pussy spanking (ooc i'm sorry i just want a man to do this to me), creampie, virgin!reader (sorry if this is kinda unrealistic for a first as i too i'm a virgin; in the curb we all fam), aftercare, spanglish ofc!!!

word count: 2,865 words

side note: so, i modified the request a bit bc idk pedro's friends like that (i just know omar apollo can tower over me wait what). check the og request here. reqs still open as we enter 2025! happy new year, dilf town citizens: pushed this drabble last minute as a lil' gift for you before the year ends! :) thank u sm for being part of it, my journey on tumblr is just getting started!!!!!!!!!!

Hace tiempo que quería yo sentir esto que siento.

They say dating a star and having to share him with everybody else is the hardest part, but to you, it's having both of your vacations occur simultaneously.

Finally, after months of shooting so many projects for the next year, your boyfriend is free.

Vacations are fun! They're supposed to be relaxing, especially after leading such a busy life as yours: juggling between work, studies and a relationship with world-renowned actor, Pedro Pascal. Yet, you can't help but feel nervous, fiddling with the loose strands of your skirt.

Pedro wants you to go alone, which means just the both of you: a little escape before Christmas Eve, as he and his friends have already planned their holiday together.

Doesn't matter how many times you tried to excuse yourself, he was determined to make you go with him. Besides, let's get real: it's not like you can say no to him. So now here he is, both of your passports in hand as you both are ready to board your plane to Mexico, where the rest of his friends will meet you a week later. Yes, more nerves to add on the schedule.

"If you don't quit that shaking of yours, I'll extend our vacation two more weeks" Pedro threatens once you're seated, but it's devoid of any malice. He's a bit far from you (he also insisted on the VIP flying part; you're just fine flying tourist, but can understand why he isn't), so you can't count on his touch to comfort you. "Didn't know you were afraid of planes"

You sigh, "I'm not"

"Ay, cariño. Are you afraid of me then?"

"No" you laugh nervously. You are, but not for the reasons he thinks.

It's the very first time the two of you will be fully alone. For obvious reasons, a whole week at the beach is much more intimate than just the dates you've been in. But here you are, already seeing the sand and water beneath you.

"Like what you see?" he jokes.

"Yeah" you look back at him, sincerity washing over the expression on your face. "I do"

If there is one thing you're sure of, is your love for Pedro. You'll just have to wait and see how this goes.

As of now, everything has gone well: sun, water, diving and lots of new photos and videos on your camera roll. You've gone swimming and danced on the bar of the hotel you're staying, some extra drinks on your system. You've also sunbathed under the same sun you've watched go down, in the most beautiful sunsets you've ever seen in your life.

But here comes the hardest part: the night. Sharing a bed isn't hard: it's something that's happened before, one time even staying in his house for two days, all because he insisted.

This time is different: the way his gaze lingers over your bare legs, the same way he's looked at them when the droplets of water slide down them. The way he licks his lips, like he's starving and the most deliciously tempting meal stands before him. Mantaining eye contact like it's some kind of dare, just as he's done since you've landed, using it to disarm you little by little.

You don't think you can't take it anymore.

You lay down on the bed, and he leaves the book he's reading on the night table next to him, all his attention directed towards you. Yeah, you're afraid, he can sense, but apparently not that afraid to wear a dainty nightwear that gives a delicious peek of your breasts.

"Something you want to say?" you ask, almost daringly so.

"Say no" voice low, barely a whisper that could come across a breeze of wind entering through the open window as it stirs the courtains. "Want, yes"

You gulp. "What do you want, then?"

Shouldn't taken the bait.

"You" comes quick, like it's the easiest answer there ever is.

The rest of his answer comes in the form of hungry lips capturing yours, devouring them in a clash of desire against your own, even struggling to breath due to the animalistic borderline savage way Pedro's eating you out, his tongue battling inside your mouth while trying to explore every corner just to taste all of you on his palate.

"Pedro" you moan his name out when he bites your lip with a bit too much force, metallic filling your taste buds. It's all so hot, and you're too turned on to think.

His roaming hands itch to touch every available spot of soft skin your body offers, tracing first through your collarbones, and then leaving the task for his lips to complete. There goes a trail of kisses that go down your neck, teeth nibbling the sensitive skin until it turns red. You whine against his hold, big hands keeping you under him, back pushed against the soft mattress and silk sheets.

You gasp for air, lost in the fire, when suddenly his forgotten hands touch you down there.

"Wait!" you shout, mentally slapping yourself.

"¿Qué pasó?" he exclaims, scared. "Did I hurt you?"

"N-no" you're quick to deny, voice wavering as you seat up on the bed. Your cheeks soon flush, as there's regret when you say. "I'm sorry"

"Sorry for what?" he tenderly cups your cheek. "Just tell me what happened"

"What happened is, I fucked up the vibe. I'm sorry, P. Didn't mean to stop you like that"

"¿No te estaba gustando, cariño?" he's questioning again.

"No" your answer is more firmly this time. His face morphs into a bit of hurt, and then you think your answer a bit more. "Ah, no. I mean, yes! I was liking it. I meant no as in no, it's not that why I stopped you"

"Then, why is it?" he grows a little impatient, but shows no such thing, rather focused on helping you out. "You know you can trust me, right?"

"I know" you smile sadly, insecurities washing over you like cold water.

"Then, tell me" he scoots closer, his perfume getting in your nostrils. Had he wore it again for this? God, what an evil little horny creature.

"I'm scared" you confess finally, the warmth of his receptiveness giving you a sense of security. His brown eyes soften, and you feel tears brim in the corner of your eyes.

"I know" he repeats your words, kissing you softheartedly, nothing compared to as before.

"No" you look directly at him, ready to take in every reaction his face will have. "I don't think you do"

"Amor, por favor-"

"I'm a virgin" you cut him off, panic rushing your answer.

"You are?" almost immediatly, giving no opportunity for silence to settle in.

You nod, slowly.

He sighs, sounding relieved. "And here I thought you didn't love me. Que te daba asco acostarte con un viejo como yo"

"No!" you deny hastily, then laugh. "Of course I love you, P. On the contrary, I was the one scared. Don't want to fuck it up on my first"

The energy changes again, as a flame sparks within your orbs. He looks surprised.

"Just because I said-" he cuts himself off. "Look, y/n, mi vida. I don't want to force you, yeah? I didn't know you hadn't- Listen, if you aren't ready, I'll understand"

"I am ready" clear and convinced, without a doubt.

His eyes circle between lust and love, "You want me to be your first, mmh baby?"

You nod, and he's back at the kissing and nibbling on your neck and collarbones.

"Please say it"

"I want you, Pedro. Quiero que seas mi primera vez"

Those sweet words of yours, an invitation not even the strongest man could deny.

"Let's start slow, yeah?" his fingers travel down to your panties under the nightwear, removing them and tossing them out of the bed, even with your pout. He kisses it off, wasting no time after to see your clit exposed. "Looking so sweet, angel. And needy" he gets closer, taking a better look at the wet mess that coats in between your thighs. He takes a whiff, intoxicated with the smell of your arousal dripping in waiting need. "Tell me if this is okay, yeah? I'll stop if it hurts"

Your breath hitches the moment his middle finger touches your puffy clit. Pedro runs his finger up and down, not adding much pressure to let you get used to it (kissing and eating each other out was all you had ever done). You whimper at the feeling as he repeats his action a few more times.

"Please, keep going" you plead, barely managing to not squirm at the overwhelming new sensations that shoot right through your cunt.

He begins to rub slow circles, making sure to add the right pressure onto your clit, then circling it, all while keeping eye contact, adoring the new expressions and sounds he's getting from you. You realize and shy away, embarrassed all of the sudden at the way he looks at you.

"Don't" he holds you by your chin with his free hand, "I want to know how you look when I please you"

You whimper, letting him do his own thing. He starts leaving sweet little kisses around your quivering pussy, enjoying the sight of your hole clenching at nothing.

"Think you can take more?" he asks, "want more?"

Two of his fingers dive straight in between your folds, coating them with your juices.

"Good girl" he praises when you only yelp, savouring the new feel of his digits inside of you. Then, he drags his fingers back to his mouth, tongue licking them clean. "Taste so sweet too"

"N-need more" you whine, desperate beneath him.

"Yeah?" This your first and you're already this greedy? I think I can get used to it" he laughs in adoration. "Let's try something better, yeah?"

Your body suddenly jolts, his big palm flat against your pussy. Pedro circles his whole palm across your cunt, middle finger pressing tightly onto it. You moan, back arching at the overstimulation.

He feels a little pervy, enjoying the way your tiny young body squirms beneath his caging body for of him. Nonetheless, he continues to rub you while you release more dirty sounds cascading out fo your filthy greedy lips. Your arousal keeps dripping like a broken pipeline, now smeared all over Pedro's palm, filling the room with slippery sounds.

"Mhm" you can't even speak, the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure reducing you to a moaning mess.

Pedro slaps your pussy twice, wet smacks bouncing off the walls.

"That's my girl" he then gently blows on your swollen bud, pressing a light kiss on it after. "Ready for it?"

It meaning his hard tent hidden under his underwear. You gulp, afraid you might not take it. He sees the hesitation in your eyes, but you're quick to dissmiss it.

"Are you sure you are ready?"

"Just do it" you demand, without knowing the consequences of your words, or the effect you have on him. Overall.

With needy fingers, you're fast to strip him out of it, admiring the size as much as you admire his now sculpted body. Jesus, you could build a cult out of it.

"Now" he cups your cheeks, fingers digging onto the skin, "I want you to look at me when I fuck you, yes? Don't dare to look away"

Pedro positions himself between your legs, aligning himself with your entrance. Then, he thrust inside you, filling you completely. You cry, trying to adjust to his size while your nails dig on his broad back, as he claims you, makes you his. Only his. Pedro'hi's hips snap forward with precision: every thrust is deliberate, each movement calculated to make your first as pleasurable as he can, despite the pain that's shown in your tears or the little drops of blood that fall onto the sheets.

"Shit" he pants, "tendremos que pagar por eso"

He grips your thighs, holding you steady as he pounds into you.

"Fuck, you feel so good" he moans, your tight untouched walls now stretching to adapt to his girth, "like you were made for me"

You cling to him, legs wrapping around his waist as he firmly holds you. Your vision goes foggy, mind numb at the burning and pleasing sensations. Despite that and lack of experience, you meet his every thrust, your bodies moving as one.

Your core contracts around him with every motion. "You fuck me so good" you mewl, music to his ears.

"I know, baby" he chuckles, "sólo lo mejor para mi princesa"

Fingers dig into your skin as he guides you with precision, right as he wants you to be. You feel the intensity of his deep inside of you with every movement, his hot laboured breath against your ear.

"Doing it so good" his voice is low, almost a growl, sending shivers down your spine. "Just for me"

"Just for you" you mindlessly pant out, the sensation of having all of him inside you, nothing separating the skin from skin, igniting a fire that spreads through your core. Your breasts bounce with each motion, Pedro's eyes never leaving yours, dark orbs locked onto your gaze as you urge him to go faster, drawing in a sharp breath as your body adjusts to the new rhythm he's providing, rapidly obeying.

The room is quiet except for the sound of your bodies clashing onto one another, flesh against flesh echoing softly.

"Your body is perfect, so wet, so tight for me" His words send a wave of pleasure crashing over you, making you moan loudly, your head falling back, "me tienes loco"

Pedro's weight grounds you as he begins to thrust deeply, each movement deliberate and unrelenting.

"Tell me you want this, us" the words catch you off guard. "Will you take all of me?"

"Yes" without a thought or doubt, answering as you whine and clutch at his shoulders with his more urgent thrusts. "All of you, always"

You notice his hips snapping forward, more energy as he pounts into you. "Good girl" praising you again, voice thick in arousal and rough, "so good for me"

Despite being your first, you can feel what would be your orgasm building, closer and closer until there is no holding it back.

"Pedro!" you scream his name, body collapsing around him as you come, stars reaching your closed eyelids.

His movements become more intense and sloppier, breathing ragged as he chases his own release.

"Espérame. Stay there for me"

You cling to him, legs wrapping tighter as he continues to pound into you. "Ya casi" his thrusts become erratic as he nears his climax, "almost there, baby"

You feel his body tensing as he comes inside you with a deep groan, seed spilling into you without wasting a drop.

"That's right" whispers against your sweet neck roughly, voice breaking as he collapses over you, trying to level his breathing. "Eres mía, only mine"

You're whimpering, body exhausted from the whole session you had.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Just tired" you sigh, "but I don't think I can walk"

"We'll get you a wheelchair someway" he jokes.

"You think is funny? Ruining my holidays?"

He leans down to press a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Come on, we'll get you cleaned up" you mumble out a tired no, but Pedro's picking you up with his strong arms, taking your body to the bathroom. You wrap your legs instinctively around his waist, face hidden in the crook of his neck.

"You know what? Your fans were right: you do have a slutty little waist" you mock.

"Right" he blushes, embarrased as he takes you inside the bathroom, then placing you on top of the toilet. "Open up, baby" he grabs some tissues, trying to clean up the mess you've made between your legs. "Así, justo así, bebé" he parts your hair to the side lovingly, fixing it for you before pressing a kiss on the crown of your head. "Done, my pretty baby, look at you"

You hum, eyes threatening to close.

"I see you're not an after-sex talker. Come on, I'll take you back to bed" he picks you up again, your head leaning against Pedro's V line as he caresses your head. "Hope you don't mind the smell"

"I love how you smell" you mumble out in a drunk like state.

"Okay then" he chuckles, "let's go back to bed" taking you out of the room, gently placing you the mattress. He then pulls a pair of fresh panties from your suitcase, dressing you in them. He coos at the sight of you, sleeping peacefully despite what you did before.

He finally lays next to you, lovingly lifting up your arm to put it around his waist. He pulls the sheets over your bodies to keep you both warm, in the chilly room thanks to the beach's air.

He feels you move, snuggling closer to his chest to seek warmth.

"I love you" whispered, not expecting you to answer or hear it.

When you snuggle closer, he's sure you do.

[ryo-kaikura]

Yandere Male CEO x Top sorta low self-esteem male reader

I had some other requests but I wasn't able to finish them 😭(it's like writer's block but on my other stories that I was planning )I'm sorry but this was quite literally stuck to my head.

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“YOU KNOW WHAT!!?? WE'RE DONE!!”

“B-but why??? Didn't I do things that you like???”

“ What do you mean I like? U never gave me any attention, you’re even more stuck to your electronics than me.”

“But he sai-”

“I've always wondered why I even liked you, Alexander already said you don't care about me🙄😮‍💨”

“wait plea-”

“Pack up, you're leaving my house I bought with my money”

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There it was… my romantic relationship with someone. I always knew relationships are hard but I, m/n, messed up big time. I have no house since I always saved up for our marriage… now I only have around £3 billion. Should I just change it back… it's no use since she doesn't want to marry me anymore.

*at the bank

“Hi.. I wish to change my money back to (country currency). O-oh please put it in my bank savings account”

“Very well sir”

*after booking a hotel room and going in it

Ugh, my hair is long and my body's stiff. I thought she would like a gamer boyfriend but I didn't know she wanted a rich gamer boyfriend.

Whatever… I better go and get a haircut these days. Hmmmm, the money I have, I should invest it but on what?? Oh I know, I ask Derry, he should know.

*in chat

D:Your girlfriend like ugly oily men

U:No way, you're lying

D:Hell no

Today

U: Hey Derry…

D:What's up man

U;What investment should I invest

D: How about company A I heard they're a rising

U: Okay

Weird… wasn't company A going down these days. I should just invest 100.000 on company A just in case and 900.000 on Xander enterprises.

*few days later

I've been staying at the hotel this whole time while searching for a house but my ex made it so hard since anyone that heard my name would cancel their contracts, how did I know… she told me 😅.

The only places that I would be able to buy are mansions 😭… wait a minute… it's not that expensive yay 😆.

*at the house

Huh… it's ugly 🤢. I gotta change it to a proper mansion. This looks like it doesn't scream home, it screams I'm rich so I'm gonna buy a hospital and make it my house. Guess I'll have to do some renovations… I'll call someone, I don't know how to build a house🥲.

OMG, the workers was in budget 😆. But the hotel was fully booked. Where could I stay 😭. Oh maybe Derry would let me

U: What investment should I invest

D: How about company A I heard they're a rising

U: Okay

Today

U: Hey Derry… could I stay at your place

D: Huh… why?

U: My house is being reconstructed

D: Okay

D: Here's my address

D: (Address)

U: Thanks

Thank goodness he let me. I should start going there. Oh he's home. *knock* *knock* he's really home 😁

“Hello Derry glad you allowed me to stay with you😁”

“No prob, btw I have other friends over currently”

“Oh it's fine, so am I gonna sleep on the couch or…”

“There's a guest bedroom, you could stay there. There also blah blah blah house stuff. And blah blah more stuff.”

“Okay thanks, it's already late so I'm gonna sleep😁, good night”

“Okay sleep tight”

*when you're asleep

“Isn't he your rival to getting Mila? Why invite him here, it would've been better just to let him rot”

“Nahh. He's not a threat, Mila will be mine whether she likes it or not*whispering* but I barely feel anything for her…how weird.”

“okay, ‘Derry’🤭😂”

“Shut up 😒”

*a few weeks later

I've been awake since 5 in the morning but I've been thinking because all the advice Derry gave me was useful months ago but a few weeks before, his advice has gone awry. Never mind, it's probably he has bad Intel on those things…I should tell him.

*the kitchen

Oh! There's Derry…

“aren't you tired of letting him stay here?”

Isn't that Mila's voice, why is she calling him?

“No need to worry, I'm not that mean and he's my friend, plus he doesn't have a house now, does he?”

Baby??

“Ugh, you're right, okay bye, tell me when he finally leaves.”

“Bye.”

“since my love is worried, maybe I should kick him out”

*you step into the kitchen

“Oh m/n, have you finally woke up? I've cooked some breakfast for you, eat up😊”

“Oh, okay. By the way, it seems your Intel about investment was off, since company A has just gone to bankrupt”

“Really 😯, but my friend said company A would show their wings and soar through the sky again… I'm sorry, I didn't know..”

“Oh right, Derry, do you want to hang out later today…?”

“Sure I'm free then.”

“Okay see you later”

I've been stressing about the renovations of my house but my appearance is terrible… I should get a haircut before he and I hang out.

*at the barber

“could you show me haircuts? I wanna pick which one is my favorite.”

“Okay sir.”

“I want (haircut pick)”

“Okay”

“It's done, wow sir, you're so good looking, pretty sure if I didn't have a wife, I would've turned gay for you”

“Thank for the compliment”

DERRY'S POV

Honestly, I'm still shocked after all these years they broke up… soon he'll be mine, wait ‘he’??? Wtf??? Nevermind I've probably gone crazy cause I'm tired. This evening m/n invited me to hang out. I'll humiliate him by making him meet his ex. This way she'll hate him more, he'll be embarrassed and I'll be the hero…

*that evening

Ugh, I've been waiting for 5 minutes but where is that ugly sad sack… I'll text him

Company Xander enterprises has

been growing so if you wanna invest

go to that one

Today

Hey, m/n where are you?

Beside you this past 15

Minutes

Huh?

I looked to my side and a guy was waving at me.. His style is the same as m/n but he's handsome… wait no it is him. It looked exactly like him in the past. Why is my heart beating so loudly… there's no way I didn't fall in love with Mila but him at first sight, RIGHT?!!!

“Oh hey m/n, didn't notice you there, I thought you were a creep since you were standing next to me for the past 15 minutes”

“No problem, I should call out to you..”

“Anyways, what did you plan?”

“ You know in the past, you said you like horror movies, right? So booked one for us”

“Oh, it's amazing you still remember”

*after the movie

“It was so exhilarating, don't you think so?”

“Yeah.”

Can't believe he still remembers, she doesn't even remember my favorite things while he did.

Huh why is m/n screamin my name

*CRASH*

FUCK

.

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.

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M/N'S POV

Noo, Derry.. I've gotta bring him to a hospital

*picked him up bridal style

Finally the hospital..

“PLEASE SIGN HIM IN, HE WAS JUST HIT BY A CAR”

seems like screaming did help since they instantly prepared a room. The car… the plate number was Mila's, I know cause I was there when she got that car 3 years ago. Fuck… I should call that friend of his… (you got the phone number when you ask in the first few days he was at the house)

*you called him over

“M/n what happened…”

“I don't know Luke, he was lost in thought and walked super fast, and when I caught up I saw a car hitting him super hard, their plate number was (Mila's plate number)”

“okay.. Could you take me to his room?”

“Oh yes.., let's go”

*at the room

“Ah… m/n did you come to pick me up for uni?”

“eh? You're an adult”

“yeah I'm 20 years old right?”

“ERM, no. Your 28 years old”

“Eh, and who's the bastard beside you”

“This is your friend Luke, you remember right?”

“No, why should I”

“M/n could you wait outside I need to speak with Derry”

*you left the room and went to get water

“How dare you use that nickname”

“Sorry boss, but why are you pretending to be amnesiac?”

“I'm testing something”

“But who hit you?”

“that fucking bitch Mila, never thought she would want to kill me”

“Wasn't it you who was blind to that and even loved her? She realized you were the one behind the ir breakup after she regrets breaking up”

“I was forcing myself… I knew I didn't actually like her… I just can't believe I like m/n.”

“So you're planning to cling to him? Plus you've been lying to him, you think he would forgive you?”

“Hah that's the easy part, all I need to do now is just make him fully believe I'm amnesiac.”

*a nurse came in and brought Alexander to a VIP room

“Did you upgrade my room?”

“No”

“Excuse me, nurse… who upgraded my room?”

“The one that brought you here, the one that carried you like a princess, here a photo(photo of m/n carrying Alexander to the hospital), I couldn't help myself, you both looked like the perfect couple”

“Luke, get me a copy of that picture, and destroy that board”

“Okay sir”

*you enter the room just as Luke was leaving

“Oh why are you leaving Luke? Anyways here's a cup of water”

“Thanks, I'll be leaving for stuff”

“Okay… how are you feeling Derry”

“You do know my name's Alexander right?”

“Huhhh, what!! I thought it was like Dexter or something… it actually makes sense.”

“anyway, I upgraded the room since you look slightly uncomfortable with the bed and room, thankfully it wasn't that expensive”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Anyway, Alexander, do you want to live with me? My house just finished renovation and I was thinking if you want to help me decorate it since I'm not that up to date 😅”

“Sure😃”

*after he got discharged and started to look live with m/n

“Thanks to you, my new house feels like home”

“No problem, btw can I come over with the secret key you keep?”

“Yeah sure, why not”

“I'll go back to my house now”

“bye 😁”

ALEXANDER’S POV

I really didn't know why is didn't realize I like him, but he should really be cautious *he's checking his phone that shows m/n's house, he put cameras in m/n's house*. I mean in the past I would put cameras where m/n would visit most often but I must truly be in denial.

Heading back I saw Mila, she was in crocodile tears… truly, why did I think I like her… she was sobbing saying shit like, I didn't mean to hit you and stuff.

I quickly head inside and locked then I start to plan my next moves

*next morning

*Alexander goes to m/n's mansion*

I started cooking while I knew he wouldn't be awake. When I heard him coming over, I started to cry.

“*sniff* ugh… I'm soo pathetic”

“Huh, Alex, why are you crying… Are you okay”

“huhuhuhu, a scary girl showed up in front of my house screaming I didn't mean to hit you, huhuhuhu I'm scared. Huhuhuhu”

“There there, who would do that, tch tch tch how crazy people are these days”

“And out of nowhere this expensive looking package showed up🥺, I'm scared to open it🥺. Help me”

“Oh okay, it seems like it's a ring. Oooh, that’s the ring I bought. I was thinking of gifts and rings came up, so this way we'll be matching 😁, you'll wear it right? 🥺”

“ah, em, o-okay.”

“great😁”

M/N'S POV

This ring looks exactly like the ring he showed me when I was asking for engagement ring ideas🥲 maybe he didn't realize it…

*BANG**BANG**BANG*

“OPEN THIS DOOR M/N”

“Huh”

*opening the door

“HOW DARE YOU STEAL MY BOYFRIEND”

“Huh? I didn't”

“Since when was I your boyfriend, pretty sure girlfriends don't hit and run the boyfriends”

“That was an accident, you should know that!!”

“M/n that's the scary women that showed in front of my house 🥺”

“I can't believe you scared a sick patient, you of all people should know that”

“Ugh🙄, I don't care, give me back my boyfriend”

“The one you said was your boyfriend just proposed to me *lifted the ring finger* that means he's not your boyfriend, now, you're just pathetic, security! Kick this women out of the property”

*you and Alex went inside

“Sorry Alex, I used you and lied to her… I mean this ring looks like an engagement ring 😅”

“No problem…but I've liked you since a long time ago, you know”

“Huh?!!!”

“So? Will you marry me?”

“Emmm, aren't you amnesiac, maybe we sho-”

“No, I'm scared you'll get stolen by somebody than so I should ask now”

“Oh, then, yes, I would like to marry you”

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*A few years later

Life's been great since I married him and lived in my mansion, turns out he's the CEO of Xander Enterprise… and I own 20% of the company's shares from when I invested in the company.

Tho, I'm curious what is in the basement since after we married he took the basement for himself. It used to be for a wine cellar, but we made one in the kitchen.

I should check it out..

*enter the basement and turn on the light

Huh, why are there multiple pictures of Mila and other girls… is he in love with them… I mean he was probably straight… I suppose I should tell him it's fine to take mistresses

ALEX'S POV

*Alex arrive at home

“ Alex… I went to the basement”

Fuck he didn't see the rotting corpses right?

“I'm just gonna tell you this”

If he ask for a divorce I'm gonna threaten to kill myself

“If you wanna take mistresses, I'm fine with it 😔”

“Huh, what, no, definite no, I only like you.”

“You don't need to lie I say the pictures”

“How about I prove myself then😄”

“Huh???”

*after sex

“😚how was it.. My ass, can't believe you took control in an instant and did it for the whole night 🤭”

“Um😅, you just felt sooo good, it felt like you were hugging my penis 🥵”

“So you won't ask about mistresses and side pieces??”

“I won't😘”

“This is why I asked you not to go in the basement😔”

“I'm sorryyy😖, but why do you have pictures of those women”

“Those girls were nagging me to divorce you, so I destroyed their companies 😁”

“Oh, um please don't 😅”

“I'm kidding, I was just showing their flaws since they keep saying you were trash and they were perfect for me”

“OoO, okii”

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A bit rushed 😖

[feralkat]

🫄2️⃣🚎🛑👖💦

The first build-a-birth prompt that came in and oh my God was it fun to write holy shit lol.

It got so long that I decided to split it into two parts, though 😅 so here's part one lmao. Also there will be twins - Atlas just doesn't know they've got twins in there so part two is gonna be pretty wild for them lol.

Word Count: 2.8k

Characters Used: Atlas (nonbinary afab OC) & Fen (cis-male OC)

WARNINGS: nonbinary character giving birth, birth denial, clothing birth, public birth, orgasm during labor. Also - I do use AFAB terms to describe the characters' genitalia so please be aware of that.

If it weren't already obvious, this is a birth/labor fetish fic so if you are a minor or not into that then DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned.

Everyone had joked about how Atlas would end up going into labor during their baby-moon despite being only 36 weeks along. By the end of it they were beginning their 37th week, but even so their due date wasn't for three more weeks so it was easy to laugh those concerns off.

Except Atlas had been feeling increasingly more intense contractions since they left their hotel that morning that they were trying to brush off as Braxton hicks contractions.

At least until a small gush of fluid left a size-able damp spot on Atlas' leggings and made them realize they couldn't stay in denial for much longer about what was happening.

They were in labor.

Though, technically, labor didn't start during the baby-moon itself.

No, it started as they were leaving.

Now they were several hours away from the next stop and even further away from home where Atlas had everything set up to have a nice, relaxing, empowering birth with just themselves and their husband.

"Shit," Atlas grumbled, shifting uncomfortably in the seat and pressing his forehead against the cool glass of the window as he felt a contraction start.

"Babe? You alright?"

Atlas glanced over at their husband, hazel eyes peaking out from behind blue and green dyed bangs. "My water broke," they mumbled in an exhale, taking in another deep breath and squeezing their eyes shut as they felt the pressure deep inside their pelvis drop even lower.

"Oh... Oh!" Fen exclaimed, having taken a moment to fully comprehend what Atlas said. "Guess those weren't just Braxton hicks contractions, huh?" Fen chuckled nervously, reaching over to take Atlas' hand.

"Yeah, guess not," Atlas sighed as the contraction passed.

"Do you think we'll make it home?" Fen asked, "If not I can look at hotels around the next stop. It won't be home but at least it won't be on a bus."

"Um," Atlas paused, thinking back to when the contractions first started around 10AM. It was nearly 6PM now, but for the majority of the time the contractions weren't too bad. The last half hour or so, Atlas had noticed growing pressure against his hips and lower back but assumed it was from the not-very-comfy bus seats. But then their water broke and that pressure had gotten worse without the cushion. "I don't know," they answered after a few seconds.

"Okay, how about... I'll book us a hotel near the next stop just in case and we'll reassess once we get there," Fen offered.

Atlas nodded their approval of the plan, grateful for Fen's ability to think logically even in panic-inducing moments.

Over the next two hours, Fen gently coached Atlas through contraction after contraction. The deep rumble of his voice, strong hand holding Atlas', and his general presence helped immensely to keep Atlas calm and focused despite everything else.

At some point Fen pushed the armrest between them out of the way so Atlas could lean on him, making for a much comfier position than sitting upright like they had been.

"There's... a lot of pressure," Atlas said between softly panted breaths. "I don't think it'll be much longer," they added.

"Okay, we should be at the stop soon," Fen reassured, draping an arm over Atlas' shoulders to gently rub circles against Atlas' swollen stomach. "Then we can go straight to the hotel and have this baby like we planned," Fen said, voice dipping into a low purr against Atlas' ear.

It made a shiver go down Atlas' spine, clit throbbing and making them aware of exactly how aroused they already were just from Fen talking to them and giving them instructions - even if those instructions were mainly how and when to breathe.

God, Atlas wished they were home.

A contraction brought Atlas out of their thoughts, making them tense until Fen reminded them to relax and breathe through it.

That was getting really hard, but Atlas made an effort. They took in a deep breath, trying to relax their body as much as they could as they let that breath out slowly.

"Again, babe, do it again," Fen urged, reaching down to massage the outside of Atlas' thigh where the muscles were still all tense.

"Ngh," Atlas grunted as they sucked in another breath, screwing their eyes shut as the contraction peaked and the pressure between their hips increased tenfold. Hardly even realizing it, they found themselves bearing down against it for the remainder of the contraction.

Once it was done, Atlas shifted to reposition so they were leaning back against Fen, one foot up on the seat and the other on the floor. The position let them spread their thighs a bit more and they moaned softly when they felt that pressure drop deep into their pelvis. "H-Hey, Fen," they mumbled, unable to help but rock their hips a little, "I think I have to push."

Fen didn't reply right away, lifting his head to glance around the bus first. There weren't many people, thankfully, and it seemed like they'd be getting to the bus stop soon but neither of them were sure if it'd be soon enough. "Okay. We're almost to the stop and the hotel is just around the corner from there. Try to breathe through it until we get there," Fen instructed, calm aside from a slight tremble to his otherwise even voice.

"I'll try, but..." Atlas trailed off, feeling their midsection tighten in another strong contraction.

"You got this, love. I know it's hard, I know you want to push but let's breathe through it," Fen cooed, his voice low and lips brushing against Atlas' ear as he spoke. "Feel the pressure, notice it and accept it as you breathe," he instructed, taking slow even breaths for Atlas to follow.

"Yeah, 'm feeling th-the pressure," Atlas groaned in one quick exhale, screwing their eyes shut and trying their best to match Fen's breathing. What really got them through the intense heavy pressure urging them to push, though, was focusing on Fen's fingers rubbing their thigh.

"You're doing so good sweet-tart," Fen rumbled, "Focus on my voice and we'll get through this."

Atlas nodded, unable to answer as they tried not to make a lot of noise. They could feel that heaviness shift and move down, knowing the baby's head was fully engaged and working its way through their cervix by now.

"You've got this, babe, doing so good for me," Fen purred as the contraction peaked.

There was only so much Atlas could do, though, when the contractions were doing enough to work the baby down through their cervix even without them pushing.

Just as the contraction was ending, there was a loud 'boom' and the bus jolted, tires screeching as it came to a very sudden stop.

Within half a second of the sound, Fen had both arms wrapped tight around Atlas and didn't loosen his grip until the bus was completely stopped.

"Fuck, Atlas are you okay?" Fen asked, calm facade breaking for a moment as panic crept into his voice.

"Yeah, I think so," Atlas answered, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm their racing heart. "Are you?"

"Yeah," Fen nodded, pressing a kiss against the top of Atlas' head.

"Sorry, folks!" the bus driver exclaimed, "Sounds like a tire gave up on us. The station has already been notified, though and someone should be here within the hour to fix us up."

Fen and Atlas sat in silence for a few seconds as that information sunk in. There was no way Atlas was going to make it through an extra hour - they were cutting it extremely close anyway.

"Fen," Atlas mumbled, tilting their head to look at their husband, "I don't know if... if we'll make it."

A small frown tugged at Fen's lips before he slowly answered, "Should we call an ambulance?"

"No," Atlas snapped, panic rising at just the mention of going to a hospital - especially one that was away from their home town that Atlas had never been to.

They've had enough medical trauma and shitty doctors to give them a lifetime of distrust for hospitals.

"Okay - That's okay," Fen reassured, finding one of Atlas' hands to hold. "Let's still try to breathe through it and we'll see how far we get."

"'Kay," Atlas grunted, hand tightening around Fen's as pain and pressure overwhelmed them.

The next couple of contractions went similarly, Atlas following Fen's instructions while trying to keep themselves quiet even as the pressure kept moving lower. It was getting difficult, though, especially when the intensity of the pressure didn't lessen at all after the most recent contraction ended.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Nghhh," Atlas whined, squirming against Fen as they tried to find some sort of position that wouldn't be as terrible. "So much pressure," they complained, arching their back a little before collapsing against Fen with a defeated whine.

"I could give you a distraction, if you want," Fen offered, one of his hands trailing down over Atlas' swollen stomach to rub against the inside of their thigh before gently trailing over the seam of their leggings.

"Ah!" Atlas gasped at the unexpected sensation, their clit already swollen and sensitive from how Fen had been talking before. "Please," they said in a rush of air, thighs twitching open more.

Taking a glance around, Fen slipped his hand into Atlas' leggings once he was sure no one would see. "There you go, sweets, just focus on my hand and my voice," Fen encouraged, quickly finding Atlas' swollen clit and slowly rubbing circles over it.

Dropping his head back against Fen's shoulder, Atlas bit back a moan. It did help, though, able to focus on a different sensation rather than pain and pressure. "Sh-shit," Atlas groaned as another contraction hit and Fen sped up his fingers as it peaked. The pleasure took the edge off of the pain but stood no chance against easing the pressure and urges to push that Atlas felt. "Ngh! Ah, f-fuck," Atlas grunted as the contraction peaked.

Fen was telling them to pant through it, suck in air and then blow it out, do whatever they could just so they weren't holding their breath. That was hard, though, and Atlas found themselves giving little pushes with every forced exhale.

They didn't have a choice in the matter and fuck did it feel good to give in a little bit.

It was only after the contraction ended that Atlas realized on top of the pressure there was a new sensation just below their cervix - like they were being stretched and filled to their breaking point.

Everything was so intense, though, Atlas couldn't even say anything about it. They were reduced to a squirming, whimpering mess as the pleasure warred with the discomfort and that urge to push completely overtook them when their abdomen tightened again.

And Atlas was right - it felt so good to finally do what their body wanted them to.

Between that and Fen's fingers moving expertly over their clit, Atlas found themselves on the verge of an orgasm as they gasped in a breath and pushed.

That's what did it, Atlas unable to help but cry out and buck their hips as the orgasm washed over them even as their body kept bearing down.

By the time Atlas was coming down from that absolutely incredible orgasm, they could feel that that heaviness had completely filled their cunt and they were sure if they pushed just a little more that their lips would start to bulge and part.

"Oh my God, are you having a baby?!"

The shrill voice of a concerned stranger made Atlas' face go bright red, realizing she probably had heard them cumming just now.

Fen didn't remove his hands from Atlas' leggings which made Atlas' face burn even brighter as Fen tried to reassure the worried passenger.

Atlas was past the point of being able to speak coherently, though, especially as another contraction started not even seconds later.

"Oh - Ah - Nghh - No," Atlas whined as quietly as they could, their body now pushing without their consent. "Oh God, oh God. Fen!" Atlas gasped, feeling their hole start to stretch as the baby's head started to inch out.

But Fen was still trying to convince the lady - and now several other worried passengers - not to call 911 because they had it handled and that Atlas didn't want to go to the hospital.

Groaning through gritted teeth, Atlas felt the baby's head slide back in as the contraction ended. But they didn't get that relief for long, their contractions almost on top of each other by now.

Atlas hardly even noticed the small crowd that had gathered around their seat, all of their focus on trying (and partially failing) not to push again.

It didn't make much of a difference, though.

The baby's head was slowly making its way through. Every contraction brought it out further and further even though it always slipped back in as soon as the contractions were over.

At least until it didn't.

Unable to speak, Atlas grabbed Fen's wrist and moved his hand down just enough that he'd be able to feel the way Atlas' lips were bulging and the baby's head peaking out through them.

Atlas felt Fen's whole body tense for a moment, words faltering as he tried to soothe everyone who was trying to call an ambulance.

Then, he regained composure and with two fingers spread Atlas' lips just a little further so he could press his hand against the baby's head. With that position, Fen incidentally had the ball of his hand pressed firmly against Atlas' sensitive clit which sent entirely conflicting sensations through their body again.

As the next contraction came, Atlas found themselves unintentionally grinding against Fen's hand as they moved their hips in little circles like they had been this whole time.

And it felt so fucking good but also way too intense at the same time and Atlas couldn't hold back their moans, grunts, and whines anymore.

When that contraction peaked, Atlas gave a series of little pushes each accompanied with a small grunt.

It wasn't doing anything, though, and Atlas soon realized that Fen was keeping the baby from progressing more with firm but gentle pressure against its head.

"Hey, they're transferring us to a different bus, sweet-tart, it just got here," Fen's voice right in Atlas' ear was the only thing Atlas could hear outside of their own harsh breathing and pounding heartbeat. "The aisle is too narrow for me to pick you up but as soon as we're off the bus I'll be able to carry you, okay?"

Fuck.

There wasn't any other choice, though, so after Fen removed his hand from Atlas' leggings, Atlas slowly adjusted so they could stand.

Fen supported them the whole time but with every step Atlas could feel their labia bulging and spreading more and more. Not to mention the way their hole was starting to burn with the stretch as the baby began to crown.

The step down from the bus was the worst and the baby was nearly at a full crown by the time Fen was picking them up to carry them over to the other bus.

Thank fuck the other bus was a little bigger so Atlas didn't have to walk to a seat. Especially since a contraction started just as Fen was stepping up into the bus.

All Atlas could do was bury their face against Fen's shoulders and sob as that burning sensation just continued to get worse, their body pushing even though they were actively trying not to.

"Fen!" Atlas squealed as the rest of the baby's head popped out all at once, making their leggings bulge obscenely. "I-It's - Oh God - th-the head is - it's out," they stammered, clinging to Fen even as their husband gently laid them on the row of seats in the back of the bus.

"Okay, okay - Babe, just, I need you to let go of me so I can - uh - look and help," Fen said in a mumbled rush, standing once Atlas let go before kneeling between Atlas' feet. "We need to get these pants off, okay?" he asked, already reaching for the waistband of the leggings.

"Wait - waitwaitwait," Atlas gasped, keening as their abdomen cramped and tightened again. They could feel the baby turning and a shoulder trying to come out but their leggings didn't let that happen.

At least until Fen managed to pull the legging down - ignoring Atlas' pleas because they needed to come off - and several things happened all at once.

The first shoulder slid out, closely followed by the second one and, before Fen even had Atlas' leggings to their knees, the baby was born with a large gush of fluid.

[fayeandknight]

I've been trying to write this post all week but it's such a jumbled mess I figured I'd start over. While it is service dog related, it really more of an attempt to figure out navigating life as a disabled person in a very visible way.

I recently received a wedding invitation from my cousin for October. My sister also recently got engaged and is full force wedding planning. While I am very happy for both couples, I know whatever decision I make about cousin's wedding will be linked in my family's mind to sister's wedding.

And that decision is basically whether or not I will bring Forte in a working capacity.

The first, and most important, question is can he successfully work such an event? If his progress continues the way it has been, I do think the answer is yes. If, for any reason, I think the answer is no I won't take him.

But how do I approach possibly bringing him? Do I reach out to cousin and let them know I am planning to bringing Forte? Do I give them the option to say if they are okay with him being there? If I don't bring him I'd probably need to leave shortly after the actual wedding. At best I could maybe handle an hour of the reception before needing to leave to avoid suffering repercussions publicly.

If I do reach out to say that, how do I do so without it sounding like an ultimatum? Because I don't want it to come across as 'let me bring my dog or I'm not staying for your reception'. It's just facts, I can't handle being there that long without assistance from my SD. (As far as task training, Forte is probably about 85% fully trained. There's one or two we're still polishing up bu he does have the skills I would need.)

I can already hear my mother getting upset at the idea of my bringing him. That I would be taking attention away from the couple. That I've been to weddings before without a dog. That it's just one night. Etc. Ad nasm.

And I know this will stem from a) her feelings about my bringing an SD to my sister's future wedding and b) my family's persistent mindset of my disabilities not being truly disabling because it's not visibly obvious to them. They don't count the days after major events that I spend holed up recovering. Or my having a breakdown, or my literally fleeing in a full on flight mode panic, or whatever as my being disabled. It's just me being dramatic.

I'm already planning to not stay the full night or book a hotel room. It's only about an hour drive home. However I cannot safely (for myself and everyone else on the road) make that drive if I don't leave before things get bad. And I'm historically bad at accurately identifying/mitigating things before they get bad. That is a huge part of what Forte does for me.

So what do I do?

Part of me just wants to bring Forte (if I deem him capable of working) and not say anything. To avoid any pushback before hand by not informing people. But I fear an in the moment confrontation if I just show up with him. Plus I have a strong sense of fairness and do feel it would be unfair not to at least give the couple a heads up.

Service Dogs get a lot of attention, particularly when they are in places people don't expect to see a dog. I don't want to cause a scene by having him, or at least not take any steps to mitigate said scene.

Maybe if I approach cousin with it before hand word can be spread that someone with a service dog will be in attendance and to just ignore the dog? It won't save me from all unwanted attention but at least it won't be a complete shock to everyone?

In a lot of ways, I'm a very new handler learning how to navigate life with such a visual marker of my disabilities when previously I've flown under the radar.

Faye primarily worked for me when I wasn't in frequent contact with family and then the height of the pandemic. So I know how to handle complete strangers. But it feels different with people I know, particularly those I know but am not that close to.

Ugh.

I feel so much stress about it and I wish I could just put the whole matter to bed as quickly and cleanly as possible.

Anyway if you made it this far here's a picture of Forte from agility practice. He is in alert stand by mode because I've been needing him a lot lately due to the stress of this situation.

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Hotel rates surge turns Brazil's Belém into “COP of the elite”

Accommodations in Pará’s capital more expensive than previous UN event locations during same period

Booking a place to stay in Belém for COP30, the UN climate conference scheduled for November in Pará’s capital, remains difficult and exorbitantly priced. The conference, informally dubbed the “Forest COP” and the “People’s COP,” is also being referred to as the “Elite COP.” Federal and state governments are trying to counter speculation by speeding up lodging solutions and staggering the event not spatially, as envisioned months ago, but temporally. For instance, the Heads of State Summit is expected days before the main conference to avoid overwhelming the city with participant influx.

The Grand Mercure Belém do Pará, one of the few five-star hotels in the city, charges R$1,591 per night plus R$239 in taxes for a standard room for two people on January 30. President Lula stayed there during the 2023 Amazon Summit. The hotel is fully booked for November, as is the Radisson Hotel Belém. The three-star Holiday Inn Belém Ananindeua, located on BR-316 roadway—10 kilometers from the central area where the famous Ver-o-Peso Market is located—is also unavailable in November.

“We are experiencing a frantic search for accommodations in Belém and surrounding municipalities. I don’t understand the rush, but it is naturally expected,” said Valter Correia da Silva, the special secretary for COP30, speaking to Valor. He said federal and state governments and local municipalities have plans to increase supply. “We will prioritize official delegations.”

Mr. Correia da Silva refers to the official platform from the Brazilian government and the UN that allows delegations to make reservations securely. “We must ensure reservations for delegations and negotiators,” he pointed out. The Heads of State Summit is scheduled to open COP30 on November 6 and 7, the week before negotiations begin on Monday, November 9. “We hope that will ease pressure on the hotel network,” he added. There is an effort to reserve several units for the delegations.

Continue reading.

[businessprincess]

I am back, and I am better.

Wow, what a ride 2023 was. We achieved our goals and came out smarter and stronger.

The last post I created was 02/21/2023, when I started my 40-day social media detox. I took it a bit too serious, because I restrained myself from using social media way longer than those 6 weeks - simply because it was one of the most refreshing experiences I have made so far - but also because my year early on was quite turbulent and I needed the time to fully focus on myself. That being said, I would like to take the opportunity and reflect on my highs and lows of 2023 as well as set my New Year's goals straight for 2024. This is going to be a personal post - view my New Years Goals as something that might inspire you to pursue certain areas in your life as well. <3

My lows.

My grandfather died. I loved him dearly, and he was my last grand parent to be alive.

My boyfriend and I had a one month "no talk" break that was initiated by him; he came back and we are on good terms again. However, I've been since then seriously questioning our relationship, and things haven't been the same, at least for me.

I've met some great people this year, but also some that turned out to be false friends.

Despite my social media detox, I have found myself quite a lot on YouTube again lately. It is distracting me from important tasks and my goals and always leaves me unmotivated and mentally drained.

Since moving abroad for my Master's, I feel like I am losing connections to my old friends. This, combined with the fact that I have moved around a lot in the past three years, makes me miss deep relationships and deep conversations.

My highs.

I achieved my goal and enrolled in my dream Master's, a highly selective program with connections to very prestigious companies.

I secured a VC internship, just as I had planned.

I achieved excellent grades at uni and outperformed myself - in all subjects (except for one unfortunately, which was, however, a disaster for everyone).

I had the privilege to travel Europe and stay in the finest hotels.

My relationship with my body and mind have never been better. Ironically, it was specifically during the one month break with my boyfriend that I have taken self-care very seriously and my self-confidence has reached an all-time high during this time.

My social media detox. For most of 2023, I haven't been on Instagram anymore, allowing me to fully focus on my life and goals. And it paid off. The mental clarity I've gained is insane.

My goals for 2024.

Finance.

To keep track of my finances, set a budget, avoid making unnecessary purchases and increase my income.

To take my investments more seriously and start investing my money - otherwise it will just lose value. I have done it in the past, but I have not pursued it as thoroughly as I want it to be pursued.

To be more smart with my money. One of my worst financial habits was to defer certain purchases to the last minute (e.g. booking flights), in the end spending more money than actually necessary. Rich people don't get rich by wasting money. You get rich by keeping it and investing it wisely - into yourself and your future.

Beauty

To take care of my outer appearance every day and invest in good skin scare that will benefit me in the future as well.

To take care of my nails - I've never been to a nail salon before as I keep my nails rather short, without polish. My goal is to keep nice looking, natural nails throughout the year, done by a nailtech.

To elevate my style and get rid of old clothes that no longer serve me. Donate or sell them. Never underestimate the power of good looks - for every aspect in your life. Love, worklife, personal life. Like it or not - pretty privilege exists.

(Mental) Health

To keep my self-compassion and self-confidence high and put myself first, as I should; but to never become vain and self-absorbed.

To care for my body and regularly work out. My goal is to become phsyically stonger and increase flexibility; a lean body is great, but the goal is to continue becoming the fittest and healthiest version of myself. Everything else follows.

To reduce my phone usage, specifically social media, to 2h / day maximum. Your body is your temple, your mind the director of your life. Make sure to care for it - your future self will thank you.

Academics & Career

To keep full focus on my studies, attend lectures, pre- and post prepare lectures and stay on top of my assignments. My goal is to keep my GPA high and always strive to outperform myself.

To secure a summer internship that will help boost my career.

To be more bold and network with people more - in the end, everything is about good connections. Never underestimate your abilities. You are smart and strong - you wouldn't be where you are right now, had you not worked hard in the past. Your place in the world is deserved. You are an independent woman - ain't no man telling us what to do.

Personal Growth

To declutter. To get rid of old things that no longer serve me and create fresh space for good things to enter.

To become more confident on social media and post more frequently. It doesn't matter what others think of us - why would we care? Besides, I live an exciting life - sharing my moments might inspire other to aim high as well.

To start my own small business. To just start. I have so many ideas, yet have never started one of them. Progress over perfection. Fail fast, learn and move on. 2024 is the year we finally start our business.

To connect more. Yes, I am incredibly busy but nobody should wait for my response for TWO MONTHS. Reply faster, dare to reach out more. Leverage your connections.

To allow myself for conscious time-off. During stressful periods, I tend to focus on work and uni only. This is not productive. There needs to be time for sports, meeting friends and self-care. 2024 is the year we prioritize having free-time as well - it is incredibly important for a healthy brain and increased productivity. 2023 was amazing for my personal growth, and 2024 will be even more so. Let's do this.

I have created a very detailed Notion page with all my goals for 2024, broken down into why I want to achieve them, when I will have achieved them and what steps need to be undertaken to achieve them. What you see above is just a part of it - it is important that you make your goals SMART as well (Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Relevant and Time-bound) in order to hold yourself accountable and have a clear vision of where you are going.

I highly recommend you do the same - visualizing and writing down your goals are such powerful and important steps to achieve your goals.

Much love to you all. May 2024 be your year!

BusinessPrincess

[jadeile-writes]

Fanfic Progress Update 155

I'm so glad it's Saturday, this week has been exhausting because of a Christmas market I participated in today - so much baking and other preparations. Anyway, stay tuned for the last sneak-peek for Keep the Cuddles Platonic -challenge at the bottom of this post!

Current WIPs:

Keep the Cuddles Platonic -challenge

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog, movieverse

Summary: Doctor Robotnik is simultaneously touch averse and touch starved, which results in a plan to "get the touching needs over with" in the most efficient way he could think of: cuddles overnight, when he wouldn't be doing anything useful anyway. Agent Stone was not privy to the plan until they arrived at their hotel room for their business trip.

Progress: Chapter 4 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 7th of December. Chapter 5 is finished and will be posted on 14th of December aka next Thursday, and then this fic will be officially done!

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I'm Signing in the Drain

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog, movieverse

Summary (temporary): Not many people know this, but Doctor Robotnik is actually deaf and uses hearing aids to make up for it. Agent Stone does not know this, he just kind of assumes he's told to learn sign language upon being assigned for some other, mysterious reasons, and not as a "just in case" measure.

Progress: This fic will most likely have five chapters, maybe six if I get epilogue-happy or smth. The first chapter is now truly finished, as I fixed the ending to my liking. A new second chapter appeared because of a thing I removed from the first chapter but didn't want to ditch, so now it's in the process of being fully expanded on to be the second chapter. It's about 1/4 done. The old second chapter, now the third chapter, is finished now too.

I'm actually positive I can spin this into full on Stobotnik, because now I have a clear vision of how to go about it :D Also, I need to pick up the slack with writing this, because this will be the next in the line to be published unless some random oneshot(s) appear to fill in between Cuddles and this one to buy me more time. ...Not a word about how I could just write a chapter of this one in the time it'd take me to write an entire-ass oneshot >.> Shh, just be happy if you get more fics!

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SBLF (workname)

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog, movieverse

Summary (temporary):

Wanted: a yesman who is capable of operating an espresso machine, has at least a higher IQ than your average amoeba, and is willing to put work before having a personal life, or indeed a life, period. The extra in your pathetic paycheck is good, but the strain in your psyche will make up for the positives. Forfeit your basic human rights and apply today if this sounds like you. 

Maybe it said something about Agent Stone - and probably not good things - that the poster in the cafeteria's pin board piqued his interest more than any of his official assignments had for a good long while. 

Dr. Robotnik, huh?

Progress: This one will be a longfic, probably around 20 chapters. It's a bit hard to estimate at this point, so the number is subject to change. Or most likely I'll cut this into two fics in a series, because quite honestly, it's two stories in one package (that is, half of it is pre-canon and half post-canon.) My writing hours will be devoted to this fic.

I have the first four chapters completely written now. Chapter 5 is not yet started. I also have two halfway written chapters that don't yet know their exact placement within the fic (they're scenes that will be slotted in to wherever they feel natural, once we get Stone settled in.)

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to Someday™:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

Rolling with it (Zelda: BotW)

Hah, our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest! (Hazbin Hotel)

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here’s the promised sneak-peek into Keep the Cuddles Platonic -challenge (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fic itself due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!

Stone woke up at his usual time, two minutes to seven, without any aid from alarm clocks. Not that he had an alarm set for that time anymore, since his work started at ten to accommodate the doctor’s hatred for mornings, but years of habit and him being a morning person were hard to train out of.

Stone stretched as much as he could while being weighed down by Robotnik sleeping on his chest, then looked down at him with a fond smile. As usual, the doctor had his head tucked under Stone’s chin, was holding him loosely around the chest, and had their legs all tangled up together. He had not so much as stirred by Stone’s movements, so used to this arrangement by now.

Stone observed the sleeping doctor’s mess of a hair in the morning sun that was peeking in through the small gaps in the venetian blinds. He could see hints of auburn red at the roots and mentally added black hair dye to the shopping list. Why Robotnik hated his natural hair colour was a mystery to Stone, but he looked forward to helping him with the dyeing process anyway.

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That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!

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[96percentdone]

31 the higu kids post-canon

31. Road-Trips

July 26th, 1986: the 61st year of the Shouwa Era

On a sweltering summer morning, where the air sticks to his skin almost as much as his clothes—typical for Hinamizawa this time of year—someone blasts the car horn for the seventh time outside of ‘Maebara Manor’ at 8:45am. That Mion…. With a half snort/half grumble, Keiichi throws the last of his things in his makeshift backpack-suitcase and speeds down the stairs. “I’m off!”

“Make sure you call once you get to a hotel,” Mom calls from the kitchen.

“I will!”

“And don’t stay out too late! Rika-chan and Satoko-chan are both still middle schoolers!”

“Okay!” Keiichi agrees, and the door thumps closed behind him. It’s funny how much she worries; even after all these years, she still has no idea the kinds of shenanigans their club gets up to!

Though she can definitely see him, just to be annoying Mion slams her fist on the horn of her brand-new bright red Mitsubishi Chariot for one final, lengthy honk. “You’re late!” she greets just as he opens the door. 

“Stop honking! My mom is still home!”

“Oops!” In an instant, Mion’s hands fly off the wheel and to her sides, like she means to sit on them. “Sorry! I forgot!”

“She would have hit it less if you just packed your things faster.”

Whirling around, Keiichi lunges over the backseat and scruffs up the first hint of blonde hair he can spot. “Like you weren’t also slamming the horn!”

“Auau…I told them not to…”

“Mii, it’s more fun this way~”

Satoko whines and swats at his hands—“Unhand me, you brute!”—but he does not relent, not until her hair is sufficiently mussed up. “So full of energy this early in the morning…”

“Good morning, Keiichi-kun~☆”

It’s only with Rena’s greeting that everything fully clicks into place. In the back, Rena sits with Hanyuu, with a tower of homemade snacks in the seat between them that’s crept into the middle row with Rika-chan and Satoko (who is sitting right behind him). Isn’t that basically everyone? But when Mion first knocked on the door, she was alone, wasn’t she? “When did you all get here?”

“Turn around, and put your seatbelt on; I’m not getting ticketed a week after getting my license.”

“Mion-san did barely pass the test in the first place.”

“That wasn’t my fault!”

A hand reaches from behind the driver’s seat and just barely manages to pat Mion’s head. “There, there.”

Although she’s still grumbling under her breath something about ‘that damn Shion…,’ she slowly pulls out with the telltale click of his seatbelt. 

Rena actually answers him. “Mii-chan came to pick us up while waiting for you.”

“Mhmm!” says Hanyuu. “Said it would waste less time, since she knew we were all ready.”

“Haah?” Keiichi yells. His home disappears down the road, foot by foot into grass and mountainside. Why didn’t anyone tell him? He’s always the last to know, throwing shit into a bag and booking it out the door as the event starts.

“I did tell you,” Mion says.

“When?”

“Yesterday. I called.”

“You just said to prepare for the adventure of a lifetime!”

“She also said to pack your things,” says Rika. 

“‘At least a week’s worth of supplies to survive the wilderness and the city streets!’ or something like that,” says Satoko.

“How do you know?”

“She gave us the same speech, au!” Hanyuu says.

“Plus, Keiichi-kun, I also called last night and asked if you needed help….”

That’s what that was about? Was this all obvious? Is he that stupid? It’s just him after all that didn’t realize she was planning a road-trip? I was never good at those word association games…Now everyone is bullying him. Again. “Pull over. I’m going back home.”

The whole car erupts into laughter. It’s been three years since Maebara Keiichi first moved to Hinamizawa;  some things never change. In the middle row, just behind Mion, Furude Rika smiles with a satisfied hum.

July 1st, 1983, the 58st year of the Shouwa Era

The last day of June still rests, crumpled into a ball in Rika’s hand as she stares at the wall calendar. “I’ve made it.”

“Mhmhm!” Hanyuu agrees. “What do you want to do next?”

A great question. She can do anything now. The world is so big, so full of places and moments outside of this small town she calls home, beyond June of 1983, where does she even start? How can she begin to see it all? To do it all? “It’d be nice to travel.” It wouldn’t matter where she goes, just that she can.

“Auau, it would! Although it will be a little difficult to go far until you can learn how to drive.”

That’s true, eighteen years old is a ways off, but she has time. She has years and years and years! Right now, she can take her bike an hour down the mountain to Okinomiya, and play games with her beloved friends, but when she gets bigger, grows up further, they can go farther, to Shishibone City, and beyond. “Maybe I can conquer Japan before high school. Mii should have her license by then.” In this world, anything is possible.

“Auau! Let’s do it!”

“Rikaaaaa! Hanyuu-san! We’re going to be late!” Satoko shouts from the doorway.

“Coming!” Rika tosses the paper ball into the wastebasket, and dashes towards the door. Her new life starts now: how far will she go today?

[umichenginabroad]

Week 4 - Making Stories

After just over a month abroad in Madrid, I have begun to fully understand the stress those older than me placed on the idea that this is the time of my life. There is no better/other opportunity I will ever have to experience this kind of journey and freedom than right now, and it’s a space for me to create lifelong memories. As my friends and I have half-jokingly said the last few days, this is “peak” life, meaning it doesn’t get better than this. With this sentiment, the main conclusion I hope any reader draws is to look, almost hunt, for any chance at making a story.

My example of this has been this past weekend. After weeks of debate and indecisiveness, my friends and I decided to finally (last minute) book a trip to ski in Andorra, and it was extremely worthwhile. We managed to get three great days of skiing in, at a mountain called Grandvalira with what felt like hundreds of slopes and runs and great apres spots all for ~500 euros. I’m a relatively new skier and was able to have a lot of fun exploring and checking out different areas due to the mountain’s easy difficulty. We also made great friends along the way, meeting other skiers from the UK, Spain, and even Pas de La Casa (a small ski town we stayed in). I couldn’t have dreamt of a better weekend, even with some hiccups along the way (and back). 

Transportation was the aforementioned “hiccups” in this trip. Our travel on Thursday afternoon took up the whole day, and we found ourselves in sticky situations multiple times, including trouble finding cabs and getting to our hotel. The way back, however, is the story I look forward to telling for years to come. While we timed everything out correctly to make our bus and connecting train, traffic, and weather on the mountain prevented us from making anything, and we were stranded for about two hours with plans of sleeping at the bus station. Luckily, we found ourselves the last 4 tickets on a bus to Barcelona, and are currently on the way to meet up with friends to watch the Super Bowl before catching the first train back to Madrid Monday morning. While I am exhausted, I’m prioritizing making stories and can survive the lack of sleep. It’s definitely worth it, and I hope readers in the future take my advice! 

Sebastian Wallace-Perdomo

Industrial and Operations Engineering

IPE Madrid, Spain

[bikeit]

Cycling South Korea, 2023

(This is a placeholder writeup with a few photos, perhaps I'll come back some day and flesh it out...)

I spent a week cycling the length of Korea (~400 miles from Seoul to Busan), as a fully supported** ride with an organized tour group and about 20 strangers (though a few I'd met on a bike tour in Vietnam the previous year). By the end I felt exhilarated, challenged, stimulated, and full of great food.

Korea’s a sleeper hit when it comes to cycling infrastructure, I’m surprised I hadn’t heard more about it. We rode multiple days on paved fully separated bike paths, starting from the heart of Seoul, with infrastructure like this:

I don't think I've even seen this in Denmark or The Netherlands: a traffic circle at the intersection of four different paved cycling paths outside Seoul-- no cars here!

Clean bathrooms periodically along the bike path (especially on the first two days of riding out of Seoul):

We saw so many young Korean cyclists out riding in groups on these paths.

The riding was smooth, but the days were challenging: about 55-80 miles/day with 1500’-5800’ in elevation gain (Korea gets quite hilly). More challenging than the raw amount of elevation gain, many of the roads were cut directly up hills at 10-16% grades for significant periods of time, rather than following more gradual contours as I’m used to at home. In all, this route was about 400 miles with 19k ft of elevation gain:

The cities we traveled through or stayed overnight in were interesting as well-- from hot springs to towns known for their pheasant, crab, or ancient tombs:

Perhaps some day I'll find time to write more about the route, the riding, and the cultural experience, but this is a start. After this, I was immediately off to Japan for a longer ride...

Footnotes:

**In this case, “fully supported” included:

The tour company had pre-scouted a route in detail (including working with local cycling guides), booked our hotels for each night, and provided us with maps / GPX tracks.

Each evening there was a "ride briefing" in the hotel for the next day, highlighting any unusual challenges, difficult sections of navigation, and whether it was generally an easier or harder day.

A guide drove a van to the next hotel each morning carrying our bags (one duffel each), so we just needed to ride with whatever we needed for the day.

The company even set up a roadside tent ~midway along the route each day with lunch, snacks, and big jugs of water to refill our bottles, because on some of our ride days we didn’t pass through towns with open restaurants at convenient times [in practice, I would have been fine finding my own lunch or packing one, but this was certainly a nice perk and made it easier to ride long days!]

The van was also available for emergency shuttling of people– if you have a major bike breakdown you can’t recover from or are having health issues, you can call them. I didn’t use it on this tour, but even knowing it exists as a safety net made  it less daunting to tackle a lot of challenging riding days back to back.

I enjoy the process of planning routes and tours, but it does take a lot of time, and there’s no substitute for someone scouting routes on the ground in person. Despite the tour cost, it was nice to let go for once and just show up in Korea with my bike and gear knowing there would be a plan.

We were still each free to ride at our own pace, with others or alone-- there wasn’t a guide-on-a-bike we were following each day. I enjoyed this freedom (I like to make a lot of sightseeing stops or short detours) and don’t think I’d be interested in a tour where there’s a required pace and I felt people were waiting for me. Sometimes I would ride with others, but about half the time I enjoyed just riding on my own… I’d often get an earlier start, ride casually, and get passed by other riders over the course of the day (or, as someone passed me, I’d get inspired to speed up to stay with them and then stop together for a coffee or so on).

Later Recap / Conclusions:

Looking back at a paper trip journal years later, some my highlights and learning, in a quick list in no particular order:

Taking a city bus within Seoul-- getting much more of a feeling of the city looking out the windows vs. taking the subway.

Somehow I got a reputation as a "local food finder" among other riders during the trip, with pressure to find interesting cafe stops along the road or restaurants in whatever city we spent a rest day in :)

The 7-11 "Jeonju BiBimBap" is my favorite convenience store triangle gimbap (unlike Japanese onigiri, sauce/flavored rice)

Flan at Hills & Europa in Seoul

Eating pheasant in many different ways in Suanbo

I loved the frequent theme of "this town is known for ______" (pheasant, crab, rice, etc), and it being legitimately great

Hwangnamppang (pastry filled with red bean paste) in Gyeongju

The range of pastries at Do Not Disturb cage in Gyeongju

The first few days of astounding separated bike infrastructure riding East and Southeast from Seoul...

Many coffeehouses didn't open until 10 or 11AM (more of a lunch break place?), it was somewhat difficult to find a cafe with coffee along the road early in the morning.

Going to an evening concert in a local park by old-school K-pop stars from the 90s and 2000s (from translating posters and looking at photos, I think they were So Chan Whee, Park Mi-Kyung, and two others) was a great decision, even if I was tired after a lot of riding. Note to self: always say yes to events / festivals that happen to be going on where I'm traveling.

I learned a lot about Korean hot spring / sauna etiquette and processes, won't bother to jot it all down here.

Had my first broken chain in a long time, standing up and pushing too hard on a 15% grade? It had been long enough that I didn't think to have a master link with me during the day (and had forgotten that it's not as practical to press new pins into a modern chain). I fortunately had a chain tool and was able to take out a few links of chain near the master link and re-join it, and limp along with a shorter chain and reduced set of usable gears until that evening, and was carrying a whole spare chain in my duffel bag that had been shuttled to the hotel.

I'd read about Korea's rapid growth/modernization, but I really had to experience it to begin to appreciate it. The cities felt very young. Seeing a small city out in the country that consists of a few ~30 story skyscrapers surrounded by rolling fields and gardens (no sprawl) is surreal. Major bike infrastructure built across the country by top-down direction.

I felt more culture shock and initial disorientation than I expected, given I'd traveled to many other countries across Asia in the past (and even to Korea for work, though that was a brief trip spent mostly in offices and factories, speaking English). Unsurprisingly, there's a lot to learn and pick up on, so many little details were very different from home.

Getting dinner with a small group of riders (3-5) is a better way to connect and get to know people that a big group dinner.

Had a great discussion with one of the guides about topics related to Expedition Behavior. The simple phrasing "the point of travel is it's not like home" is an interesting way to set expectations (for yourself, or for a group you're leading). I'll have to think about this more.

Packing into a Korean photobooth (optionally with costumes) is a great icebreaker with a group of strangers.

[rentnhop2]

How to Acclimatize to High Altitude Before Your Ladakh Bike Trip

I can totally relate to the itch to ride out on an epic Delhi to Leh bike trip. Ladakh's magnificent mountain vistas beckon every passionate biker. But planning this journey can seem daunting, right? Well, don't worry - I've done the route a few times and am here to guide you through it, step-by-step. Whether you're a pro rider or a first-timer, this blog has got you covered! Let's start planning your dream Delhi to Leh ride.

Renting Your Iron Beast

First up, you need an enjoyable yet reliable bike for this challenging terrain. My recommendation? Go for a bike rental in Delhi like Royal Enfield. With its powerful build, the Electra or Classic 350 can handle tough roads and high passes with ease. I prefer getting a bike on rent in Delhi from Rentnhop - their well-serviced bikes and riding gear included make for a smooth, safe ride. Choose as per your budget and experience level. Remember, this is not a race - pick a bike you can comfortably handle.

Charting Your Course

Once your bike's booked, map your Delhi to Leh route. The most popular option is Delhi > Manali > Jispa > Sarchu > Leh spread over 10-12 days. Take breaks to acclimatize and soak in views! Try to time your trip so the Manali - Leh highway is open - usually late May onward after the snow clears. Also, build buffer days to account for roadblocks or spontaneity. Part of the adventure is going with the flow!

Camping Under Stars

Accommodation along the route ranges from hotels and homestays to campsites under starry skies. I love the authentic local touch of homestays. Book a bike rental in Delhi in advance for Leh in peak season, but otherwise, you can play it by ear using apps or on-spot bookings. Remember your main companions are the mountains!

Combat Altitude

The high altitude warrants extra precautions. Ascend gradually, stay hydrated, and avoid overexertion. Keep Diamox handy for Acute Mountain Sickness symptoms. Layer up - temperatures at high passes dip to -10°C even in summer! Take enough fuel and bike spares for scarce resources en route. Safety first, my friend.

Pack Your Riding Essentials

Don't compromise on riding gear - it'll make your long days on the bike more comfortable and prevent mishaps. Must-haves are knee guards, weatherproof gloves, a riding jacket, a first-aid kit, a puncture repair kit, spare batteries, a bike charger, a GPS device, etc. Pack light otherwise. Essentials over luxuries.

Immerse in the Adventure

More than anything, embrace both the thrills and challenges of this journey. Push your limits but don't overdo it. Cherish every milestone - the first high pass conquered, stealing a nap under the sun, making local friends. Two weeks is ideal to immerse in the experience fully. Let the biker spirit in you soak it all in!

You Got This

That sums up my tips for an epic Delhi to Leh bike trip! It requires planning but the rewards are immense. From getting a bike on rent in Delhi your ride and gear to pacing yourself and avoiding AMS, you're now prepped for the journey of a lifetime. To create unforgettable memories in Ladakh.And if you need any guidance related to bike rental in Delhi or any other city, you know where to find it.  Wishing you happy trails, my friend. Ride safe and ride-free. How's this as a conversational, informal blog? Let me know if you would like any modifications in the tone or structure. I'm happy to update it based on your feedback.

[enfyswanders]

Lessons Learned

Reflecting on my trip, some things stood out to me:

I did not miss social media AT ALL. I was stunned how quickly it became normal to just not have it as a part of my life, probably in part because I was distracted by all the cool things I was doing. I was literally never tempted to log in to any of the social sites. I also read a couple really interesting books - The Internet Con by Cory Doctorow and Stolen Focus by Johann Hari - that have me wanting to set much firmer boundaries around social media use when I return (I can't abandon it completely, sadly, because I have books to promote).

It only felt weird not to work for a couple of days. That became normal really quickly, too.

I needed rest days. My body reminded me rest is not optional, and sleeping a glorious 9 hours a night doesn't mean I can just go, go, go every day. About once a week I got so tired or started feeling ill to the point where I would spend a day fully in, or at least close to, the hotel. The day after that, I would be fine again, and ready to roll. Towards the end of the trip, I got more intentional about taking those rest days proactively, especially the day after arriving at a new place, where possible. I'm proud of myself for taking the time I needed and not pushing myself to see things every single day if I wasn't up to it.

Traveling between locations was draining. In hindsight, I would've planned to spend more time in fewer places. Context-switching got really tiring, especially for a couple of stretches where I was packing up and changing locations every 2-3 days.

Don't underestimate the importance of a comfortable (to you) bed. The first few nights on a slightly firmer mattress than I was accustomed to were brutal, and my stays at Motel One, which has very firm beds compared to my bed at home, left my back and hips in agony and prevented me from getting quality sleep, which made it harder to enjoy sightseeing. I developed a four-pillow system that helped a bit, but I ended up choosing to switch my reservation for Glasgow from Motel One to Premier Inn because I knew the bed would be softer, and that was a good decision.

Laundry can be tricky to manage overseas. I had no idea it would be such a struggle to find laundromats in so many places, or that a lot of folks don't have clothes dryers. I'm hopeful the next time I travel that laundry pickup and delivery services will be more widespread. They're more expensive, but it frees up more hours to spend doing the stuff I'd rather be doing, so it's worth it.

In-room refrigerators are the bomb. I had a couple of stays with an upgraded room that came with a refrigerator, and it really made a difference in terms of my energy level, because I could have yogurt for breakfast instead of just granola bars and bananas.

[halaluia]

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[legolasghosty]

Okay I was going to put this in the tags where it belongs... But then I ran out of space. Sorry!!! First off I love this idea so much, your MIND!!!! I would read 50k of this EASY!!! But here are some of my thoughts on a conclusion...

So like a week or two after they've left, (and Julie has definitely not been stalking social media, both to see if they say anything about the song, but also cause... well Luke was really cool before he turned out to be a jerk. And while she's rightfully MAD, she kinda hopes he's doing okay), Julie gets a letter.

It contains a long note, plus a couple of plane tickets and backstage passes to one of their shows for her and a friend cause Alex pointed out that this could be a really scary and potentially unsafe situation for her to walk into alone.

The letter (from Luke and handwritten by Reggie) contains an apology for miscommunication (which Julie scoffs at cause dude you stole the song) and then an explanation that he never planned to use it without her permission and that she would totally be credited even if she was just writing it. He also says that he definitely screwed up and he was so so sorry. But pleasepleaseplease come to this show and he can explain everything.

Plus notes from Alex and Reggie promising that they're not going to try and pressure her and that they'll pay for everything if she does decide to come. But being stupid boys they don't leave contact info, and the return address is to a city they've already left. (Which Julie definitely only knows because of overhearing some execs talking about it while she was working and not because she's been spending a bit too much time on the SC and Luke's social media accounts.)

She debates over it for like a full week, cause like... 1, this could definitely be a bad idea safety wise, and 2, she isn't sure if she wants to give Luke another chance. But Tia and Flynn (her best friend) point out that the week or so when she was writing with Luke was like the happiest she'd seemed all summer. Or maybe longer than that. And how upset she's been since she overheard them working on the song. So she owes it to herself to at least get some closure.

So she and Flynn get on the plane to somewhere in Canada. They're both very startled to see a taxi with Julie's name when they get out of the airport. Cause they hadn't called it and they hadn't managed to contact the guys directly to tell them they were coming. But the cabby has a note from Alex promising the girls that it's safe and they covered it and it'll take them to their hotel. (Because yes, Luke fully did pay for a cab to go pick them up even if he had no clue if they were on the plane or not.)

Insert hotel debacle because Julie had booked a room at this small economy hotel but the driver seems to think they're going to one of the nicer places in town, cause that's what the guy who paid for it said. And they kinda argue about it for a minute, but eventually Julie and Flynn get out cause the guy won't move. (Both cause the person who paid said this was the destination but also probably a bit cause racism and sexism unfortunately, he won't listen to the girls.)

But then Dante, who is one of the guys' handlers, is waiting for them in the lobby and checks them into a room and explains that it's all covered by the band. Julie is like, "Just out of pocket?" and Dante is like, "What no, we have a whole thing for bringing in collaborators. Actually getting you squared away has been a lot easier than most of the collab people I have to deal with cause you don't also have your own private security detail and all that jazz."

Julie: *Confusion*

But their room is really nice and Flynn is like, "well it's not like they can actually force you to sign anything or whatever so might as well take it." And it's late so they crash.

Julie gets up before Flynn the next morning and heads down to the continental breakfast (which is wayyyy more elaborate than she was expecting cause she's not used to staying in fancy hotels) and is still like half asleep, and ends up running into an also half asleep Luke. And then they have a very awkward half conversation cause neither of them expected this.

Both are fully stumbling over everything before Reggie appears(being wayyy more awake cause he's the only morning person there), and is like, "Sorry, what Luke is trying to say is that we're glad you came, and maybe join us for breakfast? That was we can explain what's going on?"

Julie is like, "Fine, but no serious talk until I get through at least half a cup of this coffee." Reggie laughs and agrees, along with a comment that she sounds like Alex, who is currently huddled at a table in the corner with his own caffeine. They sorta chitchat for a bit, and then Luke is like, "Okay, so here's the deal..."

Comes out that while yes, he totally should have asked her before showing it to the guys, he wasn't thinking at all about releasing it or officially recording it. And it kept driving them all nuts anyways because it sounded like it was missing something. But also their manager heard it and loved it and had started hinting that it should be not only on their next album but that it should be one of the singles released ahead of it.

They'd all been like, "No way, not unless Julie is okay with it," but then she was avoiding Luke and they had to leave for Australia and it just got into a whole mess. At which point Alex jumps in cause Luke is starting to ramble and not make sense. He says that hands down, they're never recording it without her express spoken and written permission, and that she would get writer's credit(and payment) if it did get released.

Reggie then adds that they're pretty sure what the song is missing is her though. And if she was okay with it, then they reallyyyyy wanted to have her record it with them (with a hint that maybe it wouldn't just be a one time thing). And then Luke jumps back in and adds that the gig they're playing that night is a venue that is known for being a spot where bands try stuff out. A new song that hasn't been released/recorded yet or a new instrument or... a new person.

Insert more serious conversation and stuff and Flynn comes in at some point, but Julie ends up being like, "Okay let's find a studio space or something and see if this works at all." And they do and it's AWESOME!!! And semi turns into a lil jam session and they're all loving the vibe. So Julie ends up performing it with them that night (anonymously though cause she isn't really in the mood to have her entire life suddenly thrown up on social media). And the crowd goes WILD.

After the show there is definitely a massive band hug and Luke frigging gets down on one knee and asks Julie to be his writing partner, at least sometimes. She says yes! More group hugging!!!!

And by the time the song drops as the last single before SC's next album comes out, Luke is ECSTATIC to be able to introduce her as both his writing partner and his girlfriend. And she has some kind of credit on like half the songs on the album.

Those are just my thoughtsssss, feel free to ignore meeee!!! Sorry this got so long!!! But I love this idea so much!!!

just thinking about an au where Julie works for her Tia's housekeeping company. they have contracts with one of the prominent labels in LA

it's a summer job maybe?

but she's getting the hang of dusting, cleaning glass, collecting trash and recycling, restroom maintenance, breakroom scrubbing, the works

when one day, one of the higher ups at the company seeks out her Tia for an unorthodox tasking

They need someone to go to an apartment and clean it up ASAP

Tia selects Julie because she knows she can trust her to work unsupervised as well as she can get the T-E-A later after the workday is over.

Once inside, it's got the musty smell of a place that hasn't been entered in a while and there is a light layer of dust on everything, including a very nice sound system connected to a high-end combination cd/tape/turntable with impressive library of cds, records, and the occasional tapes

Deciding that she doesn't have to work in silence, and whoever lives here won't be back before she's gone. she picks out a record to jam out to while she cleans, then throws open the windows she can and gets to work. She washes the linens, dusts, scrubs the bathroom, dusts, wipes down the kitchen, dusts, and when she finishes with all of that she can vacuum!

As she dusts in the living room, there are guitars on the wall and she can't help but notice 2 are missing

when one record ends, she switches it to something new, excited by the selection whoever lives here has curated

it's honestly hard to pick what's next but then in the CDs, down in the S's, she notices a rare gem from the music world!

They have Sunset Curve's first ever EP

It's a no brainer, she puts the CD into the tray and hits play as she picks up the rag she was using to wipe out the refrigerator. The guitars sound out the beginning of Now or Never and she's leaning inside the fridge, the french doors splayed open as she sings along to the song when a loud THUD startles her out and THERE IS A MAN and she is YELLING, and then he is yelling

and that is how she met Luke Patterson of Sunset Curve, freshly returned from their european summer circuit, as she explains to Flynn later

Once they'd stopped yelling, she had apologized, rushed to turn the music off and explained that she was almost done and to "please, settle in and pretend i'm not here. I will be gone in 10 minutes"

and he had, looking dead on his feet, probably from the time change (also very stunned from hearing a wrecking ball of a voice singing his lyrics from inside his fridge, but she doesn't know that) and then she was gone.

time passes and she keeps working the normal duties from the contracts at the company, only once did she see Sunset Curve and she did an about face and took an alternate route to the task she was doing.

but then Toby gets tendonitis or something and now Tia needs someone to cover the part of the building that features all the studios for the different bands in LA that are signed to the label and it has to be someone trustworthy because they might see or hear music that CANNOT be leaked or the whole cleaning service loses the contract. So trustworthy niece gets picked

Given a schedule each week of what bands will be in and when (ish) she is able to clean unobtrusively for the most part

It's the end of the day and she just needs to gather trash from the rooms that were used that day when she gets a bit thrown off by the set up in SC's studio. Everything is pushed to the edges of the small room and a keyboard is set up front and center.

Looking for where they'd moved the trash can, her eyes keep flicking back to the keyboard and she can't help brushing her fingers over the keys gently before she leaves. Only for someone to be in the doorway, making her jump!

It's luke and he apologizes for startling her but she is in "oh crap oh crap don't bother the clients" mode and so she apologizes and skidaddles out of there

and then and then

Suddenly on the schedule of when bands will be in, there is a request for her to clean SC's room at a specific time during the lunch hour that day. and when she arrives, the rooms is well, not spotless, but cleaner than it should be and there is a note on the keyboard saying to have fun for an hour maybe

and it keeps happening?

julie starts taking luke up on the opportunity to play around on the piano

and then suddenly luke is there but like "don't mind me, keep doing your thing!" and she very much does her own thing but that is grilling him about what is happening annnnnnnnnnnnd

they get closer as time passes

and eventually it becomes helping luke with a song which then becomes working on a new song together

and then excited about the song, luke shares it with the guys and they begin workshopping their instruments into it and Julie happens to hear it happening and thinks that Luke just used her for the music and stole the song they'd been working on for his band

so she stops showing up during that hour, instead working in a room somewhere else where he can't find her

annd she avoids him in the hallways, always turning and going the opposite direction if she sees him or the band

and finally Toby's arm is doing better and can come back to work so she is quick to relent the studio section back to them

Tia notices she doesn't even hum while working anymore and then one day she is cleaning a conference room, and

The door opens behind her. Reggie and Alex walk in. She can't run out, so she just keeps wiping down the windows.

"Did Luke do something wrong?" It could be just his friends trying to help a guy out but there is steel in alex's voice that lets Julie know that they will 100% be on her side if she told them Luke did anything royally stupid and offensive.

"No."

"Oh...okay. Do you think you'd want to write with him again?" the question is unsure. like alex doesn't know if he should even ask it.

Now Julie is mad. "I'm not paid to write songs. I'm paid to clean. I don't have time for this."

"a shame. That was a killer song you two wrote" Reggie hesitantly says.

"yeah. I heard you guys playing it. Hope it does well on your next album" she fails to keep any of her anger out of her voice. and since she doesn't want to get fired for fighting the labels talent, she grabs her supplies and leaves out the secondary door.

and then the guys realize that Julie may have a misunderstanding about what's going on with the song she wrote with Luke

but before luke can fix it, SC has to travel again, this time to Australia and then Canada.

so it's at least 3 weeks before they are back in LA

I don't know how this ends. How does Luke make things right with Julie? Any ideas? Would love to see your thoughts.

[honorary-knight-of-favonius]

Kinktober Dottore -Day Nine-

Tags for the day: Hate sex and Humilation

Summary: After leaving her humilated one to many times she finally gets her revenge.

This game of cat and mouse that you played was lovely. You adored this game, you also knew Dottore did too. Otherwise why would he constantly start this never-ending game? Though the game was fun you did hate the second player, he was as annoying as they come and all you wanted was to take that goddamn smirk off of his face. Until now he never gave you the chance to think of revenge but as he was on a business trip I had come up with the most brilliant plan. 

The moment he returned to the office he was eager to start our game after a week of not playing. However I insisted on having others surround me rendering his taunt to start useless. By the end of the day I walked to the elevator and he hurried towards me with the obvious intent to start right when Nora and Ajax approached. The four of us got into the elevator and while I spoke to the two co-workers who had invited me out I could see Dottore’s impatience by the tapping of his foot and biting his bottom lip.  It was almost like he was an addict for our game. 

“So you’ll drink with us?” Nora asked once again.

“I already told you I would, besides I have nothing to do.” I said getting a rather distraught reaction from Dottore. 

“It’s been ages since you’ve had a drink with us. I should’ve invited Lone.” Ajax said, causing Dottore to ball his hands into fist with enough force to turn his knuckles white. It was known throughout the office that Lone was someone that I flirted with, hearing his name made Dottore tick him off. 

“Oh yeah, I invited Cap to, but he has ‘things’ to tend to.” Nora said as the elevator stopped at the ground floor.  I had parked far from the two and went to walk towards my car but Ajax took my hand and led me to his car. 

“I’ll be the Driver, I gotta stay somewhat sober for the little ones.” Childe deemed and we left. As I was walking further from Dottore I could see he was fuming. He needed me and I had purposefully crowded myself with people. 

This happened for the rest of the week, I would make sure someone was around me shoving Dottore off unless it was work related. By the end of the week I had denied him that sweet release he craved. At the end of the waiting game I worked late giving Dottore the best chance to start our game. As I was waiting for the elevator I felt his eyes on me and once the door opened I went inside having him run in with me. Once the door closed he pinned me to the wall taking in my scent. 

“God, you are a fucking tease. A whole week, a whole goddamn week. I need you~” Dottore could only take so much and his limit was just two days. In this tiny space with Dottore pressed into my body I could feel his need, his desire. He was practically grinding for some relief. I smirked as I held him close. 

“I booked a room for us last week.” Dottore moaned at my words. 

“Fuck, please, please, please~ I need it.” I smiled. 

“Of course, let’s go.” Dottore’s breath got heavy and by the time we were in the parking lot it was like Dottore was already wearing his collar and leash. He was like a puppy getting a new toy as I drove to the hotel. When we finally got to the hotel I lead Dottore to our room and within seconds pinned him down and massaged his hips. 

“N-No foreplay, I need you now!” Dottore huffed. I played along and got him undressed as I peppered kissing on his body. Once he was fully nude,  I pulled out ropes from my work bag and made sure Dottore was on full display, “Y/n? Why are you tying me up?” Dottore asked. 

“I thought you liked ropes?” I said. 

“I-I do! Just. . .Just on you~” I leaned in close to his lips. 

“Can’t we try something new?” Dottore’s eyes were blown out with lust. His nodding and mantra of ‘please’ and ‘yes’ was the only confirmation I needed. I grabbed the one thing I knew Dottore despised, along with a blindfold. I covered Dottore and planted a kiss on his nose. 

‘All the times you left me just like this for room service to find me, all the times you’ve made me wonder if I was actually in love with you or your dick. Everything you’ve done to me will be repaid today.’ I thought, I took off my pants having our skin touched and I grabbed the fleshlight putting it on Dottore’s cock and he gasped.

“F-fuck, yes~ m-more~” He whined, I smirked and sped up having Dottore’s hand balled into fists only for me to move off of him, “W-wait. . .fuck~ T-That’s what. . .what is that~ Y/n??” He wasn’t used to giving up control to me, but this was my plan.  I took off the toy and put on the strap and gloves I prepared the night before. 

“Y/n? W-were you using a goddamn toy on me?” He gritted his teeth, but I went back between his legs making sure to hide the strap before relubing the fleshlight and placing it back on him, “f-fuck! Wait, wait Y/n! I don’t want the toy!” I stopped and leaned into his ear. 

“Would you like to stop?” I ask, Dottore bit his lip and whined pushing his hips up in the air. 

“N-No, please don’t stop. I want it, I need it, I need you~” I kissed his ear and put the fleshlight back onto his cock and he whined as I took lube, dripping down from his cock to rub it into his ass, “Y/n? A-are you. . .O-Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! P-please more~~” 

Once my fingers were lubed by the toy I slowly pushed them into Dottore who’s jaw-dropped and gripped the headboard as I pushed into that prostate, I planted soft kisses on the inside of his thigh as he whined and continued to push up into the toy.  Dottore was twitching inside the toy as his hole kept trying to push me out, Dottore howled like an animal when he came in the toy. 

“F-fuck. . .that felt. . .Y/n? W-wait, woah I-I just came! C-calm down please! Fuck, fuck, fuck too much too much!” Dottore whined as I slowly sunk the silicone cock in his hole. Dottore began to trash around and once I had bottomed out I soothed his legs, “T-take off the blindfold fuck please?” I leaned in close, driving myself impossibly deeper. 

“Shhh, I’ll wait.” Dottore whined but relaxed he began to hum and I moved, having him sing like an angel. The comfortable Dottore got the rougher I went, eventually he was screaming as I used all my weight to drive the toy deeper and deeper into him. Dottore's legs shook as he came over and over deeming it was too much and to give him a break but with the screams of more, harder, faster, entangled I knew he didn’t want to stop. I did eventually stop when Dottore passed out, pulling out of him and kissing his lips before going to the bathroom cleaning the toys and packing everything in my bag before I took a pillow and placed it between Dottore’s legs and left him a note before turning off the lights and leaving the room. When I got home I decided to call in to take a vacation, Revenge completed. 

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