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[cllightning81]

Firsts [OP81]

Summary: As Oliver's sister, you'd pushed your life aside to follow him around the world and be his manager in a way that you'd never experienced any of your firsts. Oscar wants to change that

Pairing/s: Oscar Piastri x Bearman!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

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You’d followed Ollie around for most of his international single-seater career. Still, now that he was moving up into F1, it was a significant jump up for Ollie, who had a couple of races previously, and with you. It came with a lot more than what you were expecting. 

Now, walking with Ollie up the red carpet for the F175 event, you weren’t sure what to expect, and Ollie was even more scared of what would happen. With it being his debut season and the debut of this type of event, everything was unknown. 

Ollie politely responded to all the questions from the interviewers as you stood to the side, silently laughing at some of the questions. ‘Who do you think will swear the most?’ had to be your favourite question from the night. 

Walking into the building with Ollie, you could see his shoulders sag slightly now that there weren’t any fans or cameras around. You smiled at him 

“Hey, well done. One down, twenty-four more to go,” You joked, and he groaned, rubbing his face, and you laughed “Sorry, Olls. You know I can’t keep this nice facade up all night,” You chuckled, following him and his PR manager into the Haas changing room. 

“Hey Y/N” Esteban smiled over 

“Evening Esteban. Enjoying your night so far?” You asked, taking a sea,t to which he shook his head 

“I’ll enjoy it more once I’ve got a drink in my system”, He joked, and you couldn’t help but laugh 

“Ollie’s barely legal, and I think he’ll be having more than I will” You laughed as Ollie looked over his face, clearly confused. The young driver hadn’t been listening to what had been said. 

An hour later, you were sitting in the crowd, smiling at Charles as he passed, clearly already fed up with this event. You couldn’t help but scroll through social media to see what the fans picked up on. Jack Whitehall’s British humour does not connect to some fans, and while you had to agree that making comments in front of the drivers wasn’t the best plan of action, it was something that people would think about.

The two drivers left the table a little earlier than their performance to get changed into their race suits for their performance. Almost biting the skin of your fingers in nerves for your younger brother so focused on the stage you didn’t notice someone sitting down next to you 

“He’ll be okay. He drives racing cars for a living. I’m sure he will be okay on stage for around five minutes” You jumped at the voice, turning your head quickly to look at who was talking to you. Letting out a breath as you saw another driver “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I was coming back from the bathroom, and you looked nervous. I thought I might be able to help” He looked calm despite almost being attacked for the fright he’d just given you. 

“Next time, I suggest announcing your presence,” You suggested, to which he nodded 

“I shall consider that” He smiled as you rested your hands on the table again. 

“From my knowledge, women don’t like being scared” You couldn’t help but laugh 

“I shall also consider that. I guess it’s the older brother in me. I just like scarring my sisters,” He replied, and you turned to face him slightly 

“You’re the oldest?” You asked, and he nodded 

“Yeah. Any siblings yourself?” He asked 

“Yeah, I’m also the oldest. Then, there’s technically three teenagers” You nodded 

“Bearman, your brother?” He asked, and you nodded slightly 

“Yeah, what gave it away?” You asked, and he chuckled slightly 

“You two look alike”, he replied, and you chuckled 

“You won’t be saying that when you see Ollie and Thomas together”, you answered as the presenter announced Haas to enter the stage, which is when you started worrying again. Of course, you would. Your younger brother was about to get on stage in front of thousands in person and millions at home. 

Your knee bounced under the table as your thoughts ran a hundred miles a minute. Thinking of anything and everything that could go wrong. Maybe it was an older sister thing, or perhaps it was just anxiety. It was one thing that you’d never know. Oscar, however, sat with you throughout their performance. A comforting feature compared to how you were feeling inside. 

“I’ll see you around then” He smiled, gently squeezing your shoulder before returning to the Mclaren table. 

A few weeks later, you were back in the paddock with Ollie as you were walking through the paddock. Oscar had stopped to talk to you every time you passed, and you weren’t exactly sure how to deal with the feelings. You’d followed Ollie around for so long, ensuring that there was always an adult with him and that you paused your relationships. 

You couldn’t remember the last time someone showed interest in you as a person and not in you as Oliver Bearman’s older sister. Never mind, it is a man who wanted to get closer to you even if, at the moment, his intentions haven’t been clear to you yet. 

“How’s Ollie doing?” Oscar asked, but you could only shrug a little. His crash wasn’t easy for you to watch or for him. 

“He’s beating himself up. He thinks he should have done better. The team aren’t the happiest, but no one blames him. They see it as one of those things that just happen,” You replied. Oscar squeezed your shoulder a little 

“I get that being the older sibling makes you want to take the pain away, but remember that you can't always. Unfortunately, sometimes we just have to let them learn” He smiled sadly, and you nodded 

“Yeah, I know”, you sighed, looking towards the Haas hospitality. 

“You know where to find me if you need advice.” He smiled while walking away. 

There was almost a new feeling in your chest. One you haven't felt before, or if you had, it had been so long ago that you'd forgotten. 

Oscar seemed nice, and you wanted to get closer to him. Maybe it was a crush forming on the Aussie driver. 

Over the past couple of months, you and Oscar had started to get closer to each other, which you first thought was just as friends. 

However, Oscar wasn't as great at hiding his romantic feelings as his general feelings. 

You wouldn't lie to anyone who asked. You liked him back. The issue though? You'd never had a romantic relationship with anyone. 

Anyone who had ever shown interest soon lost it when they realised that most of the year, you were halfway around the world. Meaning that you'd never experienced any of your firsts. Even at the ripe age of 23. 

Oscar had noticed you pulling away. There were no Facetime calls when you were both at home. You weren't texting him any celebrity drama at any given moment. And the one that hurt him the most? No movie nights after a race. 

He'd tried everything to keep the relationship going, even if it was just as friends, but you kept pulling away. 

The poor driver even went as far as asking your brother if you weren't well. To which Oliver told him he wanted this to go further more than you wanted it yourself. 

You kept pulling back; however, Oscar didn’t give up, going as far as to stop you in a quiet corner of the paddock on your way out after qualifying 

“You keep pulling away”, he stated, to which you just looked at him, waiting for him to continue his point “I’m not entirely sure why you’re doing it, but if it’s something I’ve done, I would like to know.” He finished, and you looked down at the ground. 

There was a lump forming in the back of your throat. You wanted to explain, you did, but you weren’t sure you could explain without it coming off that you were just being a complete bitch because really. He did nothing wrong. 

“Can we do it somewhere else?” You asked quietly, to which Oscar nodded 

“My driver's room is empty. Or I can come to your hotel room?” He suggested 

“I’d rather not do it in the paddock, so my hotel room?” You asked, to which he nodded 

“Just text me your room number, and I’ll come over when I’m done with media”, he smiled, gently squeezing your hand before allowing you to walk away

Changing into something more comfortable, the nerves ran through your veins. What would Oscar think? Would he now pull away? Would he think you were a bitch? You thought you were being a bitch 

A knock on the door paused your thoughts; as you got up walking over, your heart rate increased. You opened the door with a foot just behind it so that if someone wanted to force their way in, they couldn’t. 

However, on the other side of the door was just Oscar. You opened the door slightly, allowing him to enter the room. 

“Nice room” He smiled, and you looked around with a little shrug 

“It does for the weekend”, You replied as you sat down on the bed 

“I will leave as soon as you want me to; however, I’d like you to hear me out. Your brothers say you’re a good listener” He sat down on the chair, and you nodded 

“I can be when I want to be”, you replied, and he smiled slightly 

“After speaking to Ollie, I understood you a little more, even from a distance. Pushing your own life aside so he can follow his dreams. No matter how much it affected you. I now understand that’s why you’ve been pushing me away because, in your mind, it’s all about Ollie’s career and not your own” You shrugged a little 

“I’m his manager at this point. It’s my career. It keeps me going,” You replied 

“But he also told me that you also pushed anyone who wanted to have a relationship with you, which is why you pushed me away” You looked over at Oscar 

“That little snitch” You muttered. Oscar let out a breathy laugh “He might not be exactly wrong; however, I also didn’t like those guys who tried to date me. They either didn’t understand that I had to travel with Oscar, or they were just dicks” You replied with a shrug 

“Well, I’d like to think I’m neither of those. I like you, Y/N, and I know it’s only been a couple of months; however, I’m hoping you feel the same and may give me a chance?” He asked 

You were nervous, of course, you were, but Oscar also seemed like a good guy who, much like you, enjoyed your privacy and cared about his family 

“I’ll give you a trial period”, You joked, a small smile appearing on your face 

“I’ll take it. I’ll take anything!” He exclaimed, and you laughed a little, head dropping down as a blush formed on your cheeks 

“I was only joking about the trial period; however, I might have had no firsts, but I do have standards of not being asked out in the cheap hotel rooms Haas pay for” You smiled, and he nodded 

“An expensive Mclaren sponsor hotel room?” Oscar joked, to which you thought about it for a moment before shrugging your shoulders with a slight tilt of your head 

“Do they have good room service?” You asked, to which it was now his turn to shrug 

“I’ve never ordered it. My trainer makes up my meals for the weekend to make sure I don’t have too many cheat meals” You rolled your eyes at his confession 

“Obiously Mr Athelete doesn’t make his own meals or even order room service” You joked and he laughed 

“Why don’t you come over and try the room service?” He asked and you tilted your head a little. Sit in your room alone or join the innocent looking polite cat sitting opposite you in his hotel room. The options seemed so far apart but at the same time so close. 

You liked Oscar. You’d been talking to him through text and on Facetime for a couple months you trusted him. Why wouldn’t you? 

“Okay let’s go test your fancy room service” You smiled 

A few months later Ollie was jumping around you after your confession that you and Oscar were now together. 

You didn’t want to tell him before the race however it just slipped out in conversation that you had a date with your boyfriend and then after that you couldn’t stay quiet any longer. 

It was safe to say that Ollie liked having Oscar as a brother in law so when you and Oscar were walking through the paddock holding hands your younger brother couldn’t keep his excitement to himself sharing it with the rest of the rookies. 

Antonelli who was a very close friend of the family was also very excited to find out the news. Ollie and Kimi bothering you at any given moment was something that you’d grown used to at this point. 

Oscar however didn’t exactly know what to do when the two rookies joined you both in your hotel room when you were sat cuddling. You however just let them bounce about the place like little puppies until they became so tired that they basically fell asleep on the floor 

“Oh wow” Oscar muttered and you chuckled 

“You grow used to it” You smiled and he nodded slightly

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[rackmount-official-my-ass]

Heyo, I feel you. I'm a boots-on-the-ground server tech for a hyperscaler and I had a breakdown a couple years back while working Possibly The Worst new region deployment we've ever done, worse than the time we hired randos off the street to run fiber (or so I'm told). I learned a lot on that project, but with some company culture caveats. I think you know a lot of this post already, please forgive me for writing out everything I'm thinking for the benefit of other readers :-)

At my employer, the first thing I had to adjust to was using the phrase "not my job". I was fresh out of school and very used to ten years of doing group projects by myself. The idea that I should let someone else be responsible for part of a task was just preposterous. But that's the hard reality:

if it's not in my job description (these are laid out formally for performance evaluations), then it's not my task

if it's not a part of my role, I likely won't have the ACL permissions to complete part of it

I should escalate to any managers who are responsible for the project

There's multiple styles of escalation too:

Chat outside of ticket: very informal, only do with low-urgency tasks and with people you trust to get back to you in a timely fashion

Email: We don't really escalate via email very often here, mostly with external partners. Decent paper trail but still less reliable than a ticket log

Ping inside ticket: Moderately formal, but still only appropriate for low-urgency questions imo

Reassign the ticket: Formal, hard documentation of shift in responsibility along with timeline, use in urgent situations and/or when you don't have much faith in the new assignee responding any time soon. You can then hit the ticket with requests for updates, demonstrating that you are focused and the ball is not in your court

Open a new ticket and block this against that: Also formal, backed by documentation of timeline and ownership, good for situations where there's a major change in the type of work to be done (e.g. creating a blocking ticket for a tech to get the PN was the right move imo)

It sounds like maybe your ticketing system doesn't have a "reassign" feature though, you have to generate a new one? That kinda blows. But in a situation like this, yeah, I would reassign (however that looks) as soon as you know that there is nothing you can actually do to move the case forward. If that's assigning to a tech, great; if it's assigning to a manager as an escalation path because you can't find an available tech, that works too.

Actually---if managing work assignments isn't part of your role, you shouldn't be tracking down people to do things anyways. Here, we generally assign to a team, and the manager of the team or the techs themselves will sort out who can take it. But the bottom line is, when the ask is "put this drive in that box" and you don't have arms long enough to do it yourself (or it's not what you're trained for), the ball is not in your court and the work log should reflect that.

What I learned on that deployment trip was, the way to play the game is Cover Your Ass, which means documentation of escalation. If it's not your job, escalate to a manager who can send it to a manager who can send it to one of their people, but make sure that "I handed this off to my manager because my work here is complete" is written down and timestamped. If the client's hardware fails and you can show where you said "I have been telling these multiple managers with these names since this date every four fucking hours that this server is about to die unless we take this specific action that I physically cannot do myself", your Ass is Covered and you are golden.

In an ideal workplace, anyways. Real companies suck, and I'm grateful that my place is very good about root cause analysis and the blame game and such, and Cover Your Ass actually works here—and if everyone plays the game well, the work gets done! And if they don't, the mission fails at the weakest link, and as long as it wasn't you, you're in a better position. But you can't be the entire chain anymore, and you shouldn't be.

Sometimes—sometimes—when a manager is waffling about a decision, you can just...suggest an answer, and they might just go along with it.

The other thing I learned was to emotionally detach myself from the work. I decided early on that I wasn't going to let my career be my life, I would not tie my self esteem to how useful a company thinks I am, but this is a different thing. If a project fails, and I have covered my ass, then it didn't fail because of me, because I did my part. Maybe a teammate failed, more likely a partner team failed, maybe a manager failed to mitigate risks effectively. At the end of the day, do I really care if this data center goes up? No, not really. It's not going to improve my life. It's not going to make anyone less homeless. Business is business, it does not care about you, and you should not care about it. And if a business cares about a project, then that business will take steps to ensure its success. And if they don't take those steps, well, that's Not Your Problem (unless they fire you for no good reason).

Key company aspects that you might not have the luxury of:

Formally defined roles & responsibilities

Clear escalation paths

Ease of reassigning tickets

Reasonable decisions made by those above you in the wake of an outage

Key takeaways:

Not My Job

Modes of escalation

Cover Your Ass

Don't worry about it

Anyways, I hope someone enjoys this post or finds it enlightening :3 I'm so sorry you went through all that. Incompetence is...yeah. I just can't even.

I wonder at what point the salary-time spent by you and the techs and the managers on this ticket outweighed the cost of replacing the server from eBay with something newer and better and just attempting to copy everything out. Never mind that at RAID 5 there'd be a solid chance of another disk toasting during the rebuild and then you're SOL anyways... I also like the implicit "what are backups" vibes here. I don't like that hardware RAID tends to hide information about the downstream drives, I get it and I like the abstraction, but I also want the details, yknow?

One of the problems that came up this week is actually a problem that came up in December.

On December 15th we got a warning about disk health in a server; there is a drive that is at risk of failure.

A ticket was created for me to create a quote to replace the drive.

There was no part number associated with the ticket, and because of the type of server, there was no easy way to access configuration information online and our hardware documentation is a disaster (I have thought it was a disaster since the acquisition; I set up hardware documentation at the old job specifically to avoid issues like this and now all that documentation is gone because we didn't keep any licenses of the old job's CRM). This was not a situation where I could find a part number.

I contacted Tech Alice and asked her to check the part number on the server. Alice reported back that because the drive was part of a RAID array, she couldn't get the part number. She recommended asking Bob, and put her time entry on the ticket.

I contacted Tech Bob and asked him if he could find the part number for the drive on the server; Bob also reported back that he could not find a way to get the part number from the server, he recommended that Charlie collect the part number when he went onsite. Bob added his time to the ticket (still my ticket) and added the status "onsite needed."

Now it is December 23rd. I have messaged Charlie and asked him to check the part number when he is onsite and have added him to the ticket. I'm out of the office today, Charlie is out of the office next week. Charlie does not remember to look at the part number when he is onsite. It is the end of the year.

Now it is January 15th. We lost the first week of the year to assessments, and the second week of the year to the state and our clients being on fire - people were unable to go onsite because of all of that. Charlie is going onsite. I remind him to get the part number when he is at the client site. When he is at the client site he alerts me that actually he is at their other location, not the location with the server.

Now it is January 27th. Charlie is going back onsite, he is on my ticket, the ticket is set to onsite needed. I remind Charlie that we need the part number. Charlie does not remember.

Now it is February 6th. We have created a whole new ticket for Charlie with the *EXPRESS STATED PURPOSE* of going onsite to collect a part number for the failing drive in the server. Charlie marks the ticket as "waiting materials" and makes a note that he can't replace the drive until we order the part.

Now it is February 7th. We have explained, in writing, in Charlie's ticket that we can't order the part until he goes onsite and collects the part number, because we cannot get it because the server won't report the part number if it's in a raid array for reasons that I'll be honest I do not understand.

Now it is February 14th. Charlie closes his ticket and he and Bob pull me into a meeting. The server at the client site is so old they're not sure it's a good idea to replace the drive. Charlie has recommended that the project team quote a migration to sharepoint, which the client has expressed interest in in the past. Bob makes a note of this in my ticket. But I do not close my ticket. I do not close my ticket because I know there must be some fuckery coming. So I put my ticket to "on hold" and set it to reactivate on March 10th so that I can follow up with the project team and see if the migration project is making any progress or if we still need to replace this drive because the server drive is still failing.

It is March 13th. I have a bad week. A very bad week. My manager looks at my open tickets and asks why on earth I still have a server drive failure ticket open from December. I explain that I only have it open to follow up on the migration because the technician suggested server replacement but if there wasn't progress we should still quote a drive, but I still didn't have the part number.

My manager puts me in a chat with me, Charlie, the Project team lead, my manager, and the service team lead and asks what the fuck is going on. I paste Charlie's last update on my ticket and say that I'll be happy to quote a hard drive but I still don't have the part number.

Charlie says "Oh, I put the part number in the ticket" and pastes a photo of a drive (low light, low contrast, and blurry but with a visible part number) in the chat.

"Great!" I say, and immediately assemble a quote and find stock. Then i look back at my ticket. "But I'm actually not seeing the part number on this [my] ticket. Where was that again?"

Charlie has put the part number on his ticket, which I was never on, which he closed.

"Ah, okay. I see."

And here's where the different standards that all of us are used to using work against us.

My old job built RAID servers all the fucking time. It was totally standard, totally easy, totally sensible, and I always knew to double the number of drives we needed for the storage we got because we'd be mirroring. Because we'd be using RAID 10. Because it's robust and can take a lot of failure. A drive failing in a server configured with RAID 10 is not ideal, but it's also not a drop-everything and panic emergency. I *still* wouldn't want to leave it two months in an ideal world but I can't drive up to San Francisco and get a part number, and sometimes the world literally catches on fire.

However, these new folks use RAID 5.

A drive failing in a server configured with RAID 5 *IS* a drop everything emergency, because if one drive goes down the whole system goes down until you can replace the drive and rebuild the array, and because RAID 5 is slower than 10, this can take a very, very long time depending on how much data there is. And if *two* drives fail the data is *gone*

So.

Whose job is it to get the part number, and whose job is it to know that the server is at imminent risk of failure?

Well, now I have properly reconfigured my internal alarms about any failing server drive, but I don't understand why none of the three technicians who worked on this ticket with me didn't at any point say "hey this is an emergency" (Alice is from my old team and used to RAID 10 also, I'm willing to give her a pass) and I'm *really* confused why Bob and Charlie would recommend *not* replacing a drive in a server that is that close to failure.

(And again, I just didn't know. Believe me, I am never, ever going to shut up about drive warning tickets in the future)

And, the thing that scares the shit out of me and my manager and part of the reason why this has been a bad week and I'm having stressful conversations: What if I had just closed that ticket instead of letting it reactivate to follow up on? What if I had just marked it as done when Charlie gave me the update? It wouldn't have been an old-ass ticket in my queue that my manager flagged, it would have been a note in an after-action report when the client's server crashed.

(The client has the quote now with the statement "this failing drive puts your server at risk of failure and we strongly recommend replacing" but they haven't approved it yet because they're really cheap so I'm going to have to send it again and say "this is a mission critical part that you need to replace; your server is at risk as long as the drive is not replaced.")

So. The boss is asking "why is procurement taking so long" and really, now that I'm thinking about it - because he brought it up - how much of this really IS supposed to be my job?

[captivating-flavors]

mine | caleb

pairing: college au caleb x non mc reader

prompt: -

summary: you're going on a date. caleb wants to stop you.

words: 1,221

warning(s): possessiveness, obsessiveness, mc being referred to as caleb's adoptive sister

a/n: ok its like almost 3am and i got work tmr lol but i got so inspired whilst i was on my way home from work today so i kinda just finished this like half an hour ago and in one sitting and so yeah this is pretty much unedited andddd i sort of told @mayooness that i might make a part two of this into either a jealous caleb smut or fluff but i still dk (also putting into consideration the fact that i suck at writing smut, so the jury is still out) anywaysss enjoy? reblogs, comments and feedbacks are much appreciated <3

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Caleb is a Grade A pretender. Especially when it comes to you.

The first time was in ninth grade, when he had to pretend that he didn’t have a crush on his adoptive sister’s best friend, as she teased him for his attentiveness towards her best friend as he handed you his umbrella and had to walk through the rain home.

The second time was two days after the first incident, when he had to pretend that he was fine as one of his classmates asked you out.

The third time was later that day when he had to pretend that he had no feelings whatsoever towards you when his sister teased him for being jealous of the classmate who asked you out.

Of course, with them being tight as thieves, she knew he was lying. The three of you grew up together, so of course she also knew that he had a huge crush on you. She knew she wouldn’t mind you dating him, all she wanted was for the two most important people in her life to be happy and if that’s with each other then so be it.

From then on, Caleb has definitely lost count of the times he had to pretend that you were nothing more than his friend or his sister’s best friend.

That ends today, though.

Ah yes, he should probably start with a little bit of a life update and context first.

It was yours and Caleb’s second year of college and you had just been cheated on by your moron of an ex a few months ago. Caleb had been there for you, as he always was. He comforted you, kept you company, even warded off unwanted advances from the other guys on campus.

The pretty, heartbroken art major. That was what people were saying about you, unbeknownst to you of course (because Caleb made sure of it!). Your douchebag of an ex had cheated on you with a professor and it even made headlines for a local newspaper, so of course it was like an open secret.  

It had been a few months, but you still weren’t ready to date, obvious by how you kept rejecting advances here and there (fret not, the creeps and the ones who couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer were all handled by Caleb!), or so Caleb thought. When he heard from his sister, who went to a different college, that you called her to tell her that you had a date with ’Devon’ from Art History, he knew he had to rush to your apartment.

The two of you lived in the same apartment building, but he lived on the floor above you. The two of you had each other’s keys so it was normal for the two of you to drop by unannounced at each other’s places.

“Y/N? You home?” Caleb called out as he closed and locked the door of your apartment behind him.

“In here!” You responded, your voice slightly muffled, coming from the direction of your bedroom.

Caleb walked past the entry way and the kitchen to get to your room. As he reached the open door of your room, he saw that you were wearing a bathrobe and that your hair and makeup was done. There were also several dresses laid out on your bed.

Oh, how it killed him to know that you had dolled yourself up so, so prettily for someone else.

“Perfect timing! I need your input.” You beamed.

“What for?” The pretender was back at it again.

“Which one looks better? This one?” You asked as you held out a yellow sundress in front of you before putting it on your bed and grabbing the other dress, “Or this one?” You asked again, this time holding a light blue midi dress.

“The blue one. Where are you off to?” Caleb tried his best to keep his tone to his usual light and cheery tone.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did we have plans for tonight?” You said distractedly as you grabbed the yellow dress and turned to put it back on your closet. Caleb could only watch as you walked towards your bathroom with the blue dress in your hand.

“No… we don’t. But I was about to ask if you wanted to go to that new café that just opened a week ago. I knew you wanted to try their cheesecake.” He answered as he heard the shuffling sounds of you changing in your bathroom.

“Oh. I can’t… uh… I’m going on a date tonight.” You responded as you walked out of the bathroom, now wearing the light blue dress he had chosen. The sight of you looking so beautiful sent short circuited his brain and it was like no words could come out of him at the moment.

He blinked and tried to keep it together before saying, “Oh? Whom with?”

“This guy from my Art History class. His name’s Devon.”

“That… sounds nice.” No, no it doesn’t. He wanted to delete the guy from the face of the earth.

You gathered your phone and purse and walked towards the door as you said, “Yeah, I’m actually running late. He says that he’s picking me up at seven and its…” You put on a pair of heels before pausing to glance at your watch and pointed out, “Oh! Won’t you look at that. I’m already five minutes late. I gotta run. See you later, Caleb!”

No. No. No! There was no way he was going to let you go on that date. Especially when you’re dolled up that pretty! There was also no way that he’s letting you go to another jerk who didn’t know you as well as he did. He didn’t even know this ‘Devon’ guy, but Caleb was sure that the guy didn’t deserve you and won’t be able to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.

You reached out your hand and opened the door to your apartment. The door, unfortunately, didn’t manage to open all the way for you to go through. Caleb rushed towards you and planted his palm on the door, slamming it back shut.

“Caleb.” You said, trying to stay calm and not flip out at the fact that Caleb was going to make you extra late, “What the heck are you doing?”

Caleb had your back flushed against his chest, “Caleb. Let me go.” You still had your hand around the handle of your apartment door.

He took your hand and spun you around, so you’d face him, before planting both his hands right on the door, caging you.

“What are you doing?” You asked once more, looking up at his much taller frame.

Caleb looked down, let out a dark chuckle before looking right back at you, “I can’t let you go.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re mine. I’ll be damned if I let you go on a date with another man. Not again.” He leaned down and moved his face closer to yours.

You gulped. You had never been this close to him, so of course there was an unfamiliar nervousness that crept down your spine, “Caleb, what are you talking about?”

“I’ve been right here all along. When are you going to realize that?” He said darkly before slamming his lips onto yours.

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[vixxruinedme]

Do you all think we can convince the creators to give us a mini series on Viktor and Jayce's lab days 😭 I want it so bad. I want to see the first time a prototype blew up in their faces, both of them coughing black smoke right out their mouths and nose. The first time viktor hurt himself and Jayce starts panicking in the lab looking for a bandaid knowing well enough that Viktor needs stitches for that cut, which is also the first time they realised they need a first aid kit in their lab. The first time Jayce asked Heimerdinger to please provide them with some sort of couch or sleeping mat or anything cause Viktors back was aching from sleeping over the desk all the time. The first time Jayce gets so frustrated because of an equation he just can't solve, he actually screams out loud and Viktor looses years of his life he was so damn surprised, but Jayce apologies sheepishly and Viktor simply responds with a scream of his own, the guards stopped checking on them after the 4th time this happened. The first time a prototype does work, Jayce actually hugs Viktor so hard he lifts him right off the ground, and Viktor never been hugged like this before simply flails in his arm.

So many little moments like that would truly explain why Jayce says "I thought I wanted to bring magic to the world, but now all I want is my partner back".

[adieutristana]

heyy!! can i ask for a Arcane characters x Enforcer!Reader?? I really like your writing!! (Sorry, english is not my first language, so I don't know if the sentence is correct...)

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of course! thank you for the request <3

i didn’t put jinx or sevika in this one because i honestly can’t see them being with an enforcer, sorry :( also am i at the stage where i have emoji anons?? i love it

characters included; vi, mel, caitlyn, maddie

summary; headcanons of arcane women dating an enforcer.

tags/warnings; fluff, mentions of war and combat, mentions of drinking

vi;

✧.* after being released from stillwater, vi was incredibly reluctant to trust enforcers. of course she was, after what they had put her and her family through.

✧.* vi had been exploring piltover a bit on her own, though it went against her better instincts. the unknown had always fascinated her, what could she say? the diverse artistry that was unique to piltover, the fresh air, the music, it was an entirely new world. although it could never come close to her home of zaun, it was still fascinating.

✧.* during one of her first visits, she'd come across you in a crowded shop. a girl, a pretty girl, minding her own business and trying to get her groceries. though vi tried to resist, she couldn't help the need to approach you and talk to you- even if about something simple.

✧.* surprisingly, you took it well and were flattered. she'd asked for your name, asked if you were from around here, all of the questions that weren't too personal yet still intimate enough that she got a general idea of who she was talking to.

✧.* and despite being in piltover, despite being in an expensive grocery shop that she knew she wouldn't get anything from (zaun's cuisine is much better, thank you), she couldn't help wanting to see you again.

✧.* "i- uh, i'd love to meet with you sometime, if you're interested," vi'd said, her hand clasped behind her back and blue eyes flitted to the side. it was a bit adorable, you'd thought- this brawny, tough girl, so nervous because of you. "i'd love that. just let me know a time and place, okay?"

✧.* you'd begun meeting up about twice a week, that was about as often as you could manage with your work. you'd hit it off instantly, laughing over drinks and chatting about your lives maybe a bit too early. however, vi had never asked what you did for work, so you never thought it relevant to bring up. if you told her you couldn't meet a specific day because of work, she left it. she always wanted to keep a respectful distance; you were still getting to know each other, after all.

✧.* however, vi did eventually find out on a date, walking around the city where she'd seen the shiny gold of your badge peeking out of your badge.

✧.* "hey, uh... what's that?" she'd asked, careful and nervous. she didn't want to make any assumptions, but this was definitely concerning to her, it was the last thing she'd expected from the kind girl she'd been seeing for the past month and a half.

✧.* "oh, this? my badge, for work," you'd hummed, pulling it out of your bag to hold up. "i'm an enforcer."

✧.* "hold on- you, you never told me," she'd responded, a slightly exasperated edge to her voice. "it never came up," you'd sighed, placing the badge back in your bag. "what, is it... a problem?"

✧.* vi had hastily explained to you her past, her family's complicated history with enforcers and piltover as a whole. the destruction they'd brought, and loss they'd caused. but what surprised her is that you listened, you told her that you understood, and that you'd come from a similar background, despite living in piltover. you'd wanted to join the enforcers to hopefully change the system from within.

✧.* and vi took this as a good sign- that, and the fact that you'd never given her a reason to not trust her prior to this. so within a few more weeks, the two of you began dating.

✧.* to your surprise, vi warmed up to your occupation rather quickly! she was still loyal to her home, she always would be. yet she kisses your cheek with her strong arms wrapped around you from behind, helping you get ready in the morning. she brings you coffee when she knows you have breaks, and she always, always asks you, "how was work?"

✧.* i think vi would always be at least a little bit on the fence about your job. she'd never completely accept it, but she accepts and loves you, as long as you're willing to give her the grace she needs.

✧.* and if anything, being with vi gives you even more incentive to be better and advocate for change. you want better for her, for her friends and (only) family, you desperately want the gap between your worlds to be closed. every time you see her eyes, or hear her laugh, or see the lanes where she grew up, that feeling intensifies.

mel;

✧.* the two of you had met while mel was off duty, simply strolling around markets. it was one of her few days off that month, so the woman had wanted to make the most of it. take herself out for a nice meal, maybe support some local vendors while she was at it. a self-care day, if you will.

✧.* she'd spotted you checking out a booth with various beaded jewelry displays, still in uniform. you must've been on a lunch break, she supposed, but even from the back, mel found you intriguing. she approached the same booth, looking over the various pieces offered. this crafter was talented, no doubt, but she was more interested in speaking to you. although mel has never been one to act too quickly, something about you was different.

✧.* and when she approached you, you might have just jumped out of your skin. "oh, what's that look for?" she'd chuckled, a light smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "i- you're mel, mel medarda." "i am," she confirmed with a hum. "but i'd like to talk about you, if that's alright."

✧.* you'd gone on several dates with mel. local parks, visits to both your home and hers (which was just as lavish and beautiful as you were expecting), long candlelit dinners, and simple walks around the city during warm weather. every moment spent with the woman, you felt the anxiety melting off of you in waves. she was a councilwoman, a medarda, yet so kind, understanding, and compassionate.

✧.* you'd both talked about your work extensively as well, with mel throwing in comments like, "those people have such strange ideas sometimes," or, "i'd like to think i'm making a difference, but things feel so stagnant sometimes." to which you'd respond, "i know what you mean," or, "i'm in the same situation. i mean- not the same, but you get it."

✧.* mel had even begun to ask for some of your input. this was letting herself become a bit more vulnerable, which is what told you that she was starting to trust you- yet she knew that the enforcers had thoughts about the council, and wanted to hear your opinions. what were they doing right? is there anything, from an outside perspective, that you think she could be doing better? if there's anything mel is, it's considerate. she genuinely does care for the people of piltover.

✧.* before long, the two of you became an official couple. you'd decided to keep it private, since mel didn't like to let her personal life and work intertwine, and she didn't want to draw unwanted attention to you. it was an arrangement that worked out for the both of you- you could live your lives peacefully in public as companions, but live as lovers behind closed doors.

✧.* she knows that both of your occupations are essential- one can't exist without the other, so work does play a significant part of your relationship, even if you try to avoid it. eventually, though, the two of you come to embrace it.

✧.* she meets up with you often after work, taking you into her gentle arms and pressing her glossed lips to your temple. "i missed you," she'll say, whispering into your hair. "hopefully your work day was better than mine, hm?"

✧.* you'll often be in mel's home, her head rested on your shoulder after helping you out of your uniform and helping each other clean up. simply enjoying the quiet night air and each other's company, as well as the way her fingers slot perfectly between your own. "long day?" she'd whisper. "yeah, you could say that," you'd respond, giving a gentle squeeze to her hand. "but you always make it better."

caitlyn;

✧.* you'd met at work. you were brought on as a junior officer, training with a group of other young adults. you knew of caitlyn; you knew that she was a kiramman, that she was destined for greatness under her family's influence. that she was a determined and reliable enforcer, who many of your colleagues held in high regard.

✧.* yet it wasn't until you saw her in person, took her in and saw her shoot, that you'd understand just why the woman was so influential. she was intelligent, pragmatic, quick on her feet, with incredible reflexes. caitlyn is something that any enforcer would aspire to be, not only because of her status as a kiramman.

✧.* caitlyn was training you for a few days, and during that time, you'd become close rather quickly. being in close proximity like that, you were nervous at first- who wouldn't be? but caitlyn was professional, she was helpful, she was kind. your conversations had turned from enforcer procedures and shooting techniques to your families, your education, your hobbies, your hopes and dreams.

✧.* by the end of your training period, you and caitlyn considered each other close friends. yet more than that, you felt something more charged between the two of you. something more than a simple friendship between collegeagues.

✧.* "good work," she'd said, giving you a light smile and patting your shoulder. "you've impressed me- keep practicing, and you'll climb the ranks in no time." you'd given a smile in return, seeing the warmth in caitlyn's eyes. yet you couldn't help the need to do something- it was as if your feet moved on their own, stepping closer to the woman to press a light kiss on her cheek. "thank you," you'd whispered.

✧.* you expected some kind of negative reaction from caitlyn. her pulling back, yelling at you, maybe even cutting your friendship off. but she'd surprised you by leaning into the touch. she didn't reciprocate right away, but she embraced it, and wished you goodbye.

✧.* the two of you began dating shortly thereafter, but decided to keep your relationship relatively quiet at first. you couldn't have superiors knowing that colleagues were fraternizing, so it was your secret for a while. yet, caitlyn made it clear to you that she was okay going public whenever you were- "just let me know, okay? we'll take things at your pace, but i'm ready."

✧.* but the moment that revealed your relationship wasn't exactly... expected. you'd met in her quarters, sat on her desk while she stood before you and captured her lips with yours. it was quick, rushed, it carried emotions words couldn't quite capture yet. though when your superior opened the door without knocking, you swore you've never backed away from somebody so quickly.

✧.* though, to your surprise, there was little to no reaction. your supervisor was wide-eyed and paused, but quickly walked out, and you didn't hear anything of it afterwards.

✧.* "so... what do you say we tell the others?" you'd chuckled, still a bit flushed and breathless. caitlyn was much too embarrassed to respond at this point, but she nodded slowly.

✧.* the two of you have decided to not risk the quarters anymore (most of the time), but as soon as you're home, away from watchful eyes and the public, you're wrapped in each others' embrace again. caitlyn helping clean any wounds you may have sustained or vice versa, you kissing her temples- talking about everything and nothing after a long day.

✧.* "mm, you got pretty beat up out there," you'd murmur, wrapping thin gauze around one of caitlyn's ankles. a blow to her legs, and she was bleeding and bruised. thank the gods that was the worst of it, though. "i'm alright, darling. really," she'd smile, but you wouldn't have any of it. "shh, just let me take care of you this once. okay?"

maddie;

✧.* you and maddie were recruited around the same time, and brought to train together. in the time leading up to receiving 'junior officer' status, you'd both caught the other's eye. small talk led to goofing off in the quarters during break, which led to seeing each other after sessions, which led to feelings neither of you could exactly define.

✧.* maddie has always been rather forward, though, you'd found. never one to beat around the bush when it came to her feelings or desires, so you're not sure why you expected any different from the girl when it came to you.

✧.* she'd approached you after a day of long training. you were in a back room changing into casual clothing to walk home. maddie had swung the door open- quickly shutting it once she realized what she walked into, but rushed in as soon as you gave her the okay.

✧.* "hey, so sorry about that-" she'd begun, a nervous smile tugging at her lips. "don't worry about it, you didn't know.. what's up?"

✧.* it was then that maddie confessed that she'd started liking you pretty soon after your first meeting, that she'd always enjoyed your company and wanted to see you outside of work. to her surprise, you felt the exact same way, you just weren't so forthcoming about your own feelings.

✧.* "we can do something right now," you'd offered, swinging your bag over your shoulder and gesturing towards the door with your head. "walk with me."

✧.* maddie didn't have to be asked twice. she was following closely to the side of you, chipper as ever despite a long day of tactical training. you don't know how she does it, yet it's charming somehow.

✧.* once you reached the lot of your apartment, you'd turned to maddie and given her a soft smile, a silent 'thank you' for walking home with you. a show of your appreciation for her, and the budding affection between you. though maddie surprised you herself, pressing a light kiss to your cheek before walking off. "see you tomorrow!" she'd shouted over her shoulder.

✧.* shortly thereafter, you'd begun officially dating. maddie has never been secretive, so she never bothered hiding your relationship from your colleagues. she doesn't exactly flaunt it, yet if anyone asked, the girl will undoubtedly start gushing about her 'perfect, beautiful girlfriend.'

✧.* the two of you are frequently assigned to jobs and tasks together due to supervisors seeing how well you work together, even in a professional environment. of course those jobs will be done with a few stolen kisses and surprise embraced throughout, but you get it done regardless. you make a good team!

✧.* target practice together! maddie has always been a much better shot than you, but luckily, she's always glad to help. she'll stand behind you- one hand planted on your waist, the other on your rifle to help you aim better.

✧.* "ah... a little right, up a bit more- there!"

[slayed02145]

so high school chapter 2

a/n: hi guys!! omg thank you sm for all the love on the first chapter it made me want to give you guys more so here ya go! Also i'm thinking abt combining this part and the last part because it doesn't really make sense to me that the same day spans over multiple chapters. And theres still more that I want to add to this day so like let me know if you guys think I should just keep posting little bits like I am or if I should make it all into one chapter. I'm just posting little by little because I don't want to keep y'all waiting!!

also give me some scenes or tropes you wanna see in this i'll def incorporate it in some way!

wc: 1016

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Chapter 2

Paige spots her friends huddled around their usual table in the cafeteria, their voices carrying over the lunchtime chaos. She doesn’t even have to get close to know they’re about to clown her. It’s written all over their faces.

Kk is the first to fire. “I heard P Boogs is in love.”

Paige groans before she even sits down.

“Jana bro you told them?” Paige asks even though she knew Jana was gonna tell them. And she can’t even be mad cause if it was anyone else in her position she’d make fun of them too. Which is kinda the worst part like Paige knows how embarrassing she’s being but she don’t give a fuck because Azzi is, well she doesn’t even know yet but whatever. 

Jana grins, leaning back. “I had to prepare them for the love eyes we’ll have to witness ALL practice today”  

The group breaks into laughter, already anticipating the spectacle.

“Y’all don’t get it, bro,” Paige insists, sitting down next to Ice at the edge of the bench. “She’s literally beautiful.”

Paige spots Azzi just waking into the cafeteria and before anyone can respond, she turns to Ice—who, unfortunately, is sitting right next to her—and starts aggressively smacking her arm over and over.

“Bro, that’s her,” she whisper-yells, eyes wide with urgency. Paige aggressively scoots towards Ice so that there’ll be enough space for Azzi to sit next to her 

“Yo AZZI” Paige yells to get Azzi’s attention. Once they make eye contact Azzi smiles and starts walking towards them. 

Kk laughs “Damnnn she’s gotta have that light skin rizz to have Paige simpin already” the table erupts in laughter. 

Once Azzi makes her way to the table Paige stands up and takes the time to introduce her to everyone before sitting back down, obviously with enough room for Azzi next to her. “This is Ice, Kk, Sarah and Aubrey, they all on the basketball team” now addressing the girls “everyone this is Azzi”

“Nice to meet you all.” Azzi gives a small wave, her usual easy smile in place. She starts to follow suit and sits down next to Paige. 

Ice, still rubbing her arm from Paige’s enthusiastic assault, raises an eyebrow. “You sure you wanna sit here? Paige might pass out from excitement.”

Azzi laughs, sliding into the open seat beside Paige. “I think I can handle it.”

“Oh, she’s bold,” Sarah remarks with Kk, exchanging knowing looks with her.

Paige rolls her eyes, trying to act unbothered, but her body betrays her—she’s sitting just a little too straight, her leg bouncing under the table. She can feel Jana watching her, ready to collect evidence for later roasting.

“So, you hoop?” Ice asks, taking a sip from her Gatorade.

“Yeah,” Azzi nods. “I was supposed to play at my old school, but moving kinda threw things off.”

“Well, we could use another shooter,” Aubrey chimes in. “Paige thinks she’s Steph Curry, but she’s more like Jordan Poole.”

The table howls.

Paige glares at Aubrey. “That was uncalled for.”

Azzi leans in slightly, her voice teasing. “I don’t know… I can see it.”

“Oh, you’re a hater too?” Paige places a hand over her chest in mock betrayal. “That’s crazy.”

Azzi shrugs, grinning. “Just saying, I might have to show you up at practice.”

The table erupts again, Kk smacking the table. “Ohhh, she’s funny.”

Paige huffs but can’t stop the smile creeping onto her face. She likes this. The banter, the energy. She hasn’t even seen Azzi play yet, but she already knows she’s gonna be ridiculous on the court. And that? That’s dangerous.

***

Azzi has one class left until basketball “tryouts” and it’s math. She walks in and like every other class the teacher makes her introduce herself. She goes to sit down. 

“Hey I’m Qadence” the girl next to her says

“Hi nice to meet you”

“I saw you earlier with the basketball girls, you play?”

“Yeah, I played for my school and aau back home, now though I’m still tryna see where I can play.”

“Oh cool. I play too, you comin to practice today or nah?”

“Yeah I’m coming. Don’t have any clothes though so Paige is giving me some” 

Qadence raises her eyebrows at that “Be careful around her, she’s def tryna to get with you”

Azzi chuckles, shaking her head. “Yeah, I kinda figured.”

Qadence smirks. “She’s got a reputation, you know. Paige is cool, don’t get me wrong, but she’s always got a roster.”

Azzi considers that. She already picked up on Paige’s energy—confident, flirty, definitely the type who knew exactly what to say to make people fall for her. 

“I’m serious though,” she says. “She’s got a bad habit of making people think they’re special when they’re not.”

Azzi’s smile falters just a little. “What do you mean?”

Qadence sighs, tapping her pencil against her desk. “She flirts. A lot. And not in the harmless, fun way—like, she makes people feel like they really have a shot with her, then the second they start catching feelings, she’s onto the next.”

Azzi frowns. She thinks back to lunch, to the way Paige had scooted closer to make room for her, the way she immediately wanted to help her with basketball, the way she’d looked at her—like she was already picturing something between them.

“She’s done that to you?” Azzi asks.

Qadence snorts. “Nah, I don’t play that game. But I’ve seen it happen. I'm friends with this girl Sophia, and her and Paige were talkin and stuff like Paige had her thinking they were something, and then over break, she was making out with some other chick.”

Azzi raises an eyebrow. “Damn.”

“Exactly.” Qadence leans back, watching Azzi carefully. “Just saying—if you’re just here to hoop, cool. But if you’re thinking about Paige as anything more than a teammate? Be careful.”

Azzi nods, but something about the conversation sticks with her. She doesn’t know Paige well, but she doesn’t like the idea of being played with.

Maybe she should keep her distance.

Maybe Paige isn’t as charming as she seemed at lunch. 

[goldfades]

can you do one with azzi and the five love languages? like how her and her gf are with all 5

ugh i love azzi so much, shes my baby angel precious princess she cannot do anything wrong in my eyes. anyway! heres a fic

words of affirmation

It wasn’t like Azzi needed to be told she was good—her stats, her trophies, her highlights, they all spoke for themselves. But that didn’t mean she didn’t want to hear it. Especially from her.

Azzi was always hardest on herself after a bad game. And by “bad,” it usually meant she’d still dropped a solid twenty points but missed a few shots she thought she should’ve made. She didn’t sulk, exactly, but she got quiet. The kind of quiet that sat heavy between them, stretching across the space in their apartment like an unspoken loss.

And Azzi never asked for reassurance. Never outright sought it. She was too disciplined, too locked in, the kind of player who internalized every mistake and used it as fuel. But that didn’t mean she didn’t need it.

Especially on nights like this.

You knew the pattern well by now—how she’d shower in silence, how she’d settle onto the couch with her protein shake, her body still tense from the game, jaw tight with whatever frustration she was turning over in her head.

You didn’t say anything at first. You just sat beside her, close enough that your thigh pressed against hers, letting the space between you settle. Letting her come down from it in her own time.

When the moment felt right, you leaned into her a little more, your fingers tracing lazy shapes against her wrist. “You know,” you started, keeping your voice soft but certain, “I love the way you see the court. You always make the right play, even when it’s not the easiest one. That kick-out to the corner in the third? That was beautiful, Az.”

You felt her exhale, the slightest release of tension, but she didn’t respond. You kept going.

“And I love how you fight for every single point. Even when it’s not your night, you never stop pushing. That’s what makes you different.”

Azzi turned her head slightly, looking at you for the first time all night. There was something unreadable in her eyes—something softer than frustration, something closer to understanding.

“Yeah?” she asked, quiet but almost hopeful.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “And also, you’re still the best shooter in the country, in case you forgot.”

That finally pulled a small, breathy laugh from her, her head dipping for just a second before she leaned into you, letting her forehead rest against your shoulder. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. You could feel it in the way she softened against you, in the way her fingers curled around yours.

She was letting herself believe it.

acts of service

Azzi wasn’t good at slowing down. You knew that about her. She ran herself into the ground, always pushing past what her body probably wanted, never really stopping long enough to listen to it.

So you did it for her.

It started small—little things like making sure she had her protein shakes prepped, slipping extra recovery packs into her bag before away games. But then you started noticing more—the way she winced slightly when she sat down, the way she rolled her ankle absentmindedly throughout the day, the way she stretched her calf a little longer than usual.

She never complained. Never even acknowledged it. Which meant it was exactly the kind of thing she’d ignore until it became a real problem.

So, when she got home from practice one evening, sweaty and exhausted, she walked into a fully prepped recovery session in the living room.

The coffee table had been pushed aside, a yoga mat rolled out in its place. Next to it, a foam roller, resistance bands, massage oil, the works. Everything she needed to take care of herself—if she ever actually stopped long enough to do it.

She stood there, hands on her hips, staring at it like she didn’t understand what she was looking at. “What’s all this?”

You leaned against the wall, arms crossed, feigning nonchalance. “Recovery session,” you said. “You don’t take care of yourself, so I’m doing it for you.”

Azzi scoffed, amused. “I do take care of myself—”

“You literally said, ‘it’s not that bad’ about a sprained ankle.”

Azzi opened her mouth, then shut it. You had her there.

She sighed, the kind of sigh that meant she was giving in, and flopped onto the mat. “Fine,” she muttered, but there was a smile threatening her lips.

You sat beside her, already reaching for her calf, hands working over the tight muscle with practiced ease. She let out the smallest, pleased hum, melting just a little under your touch.

“You just wanted an excuse to touch me,” she murmured, eyes closed now, smug.

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe.”

receiving gifts

Azzi wasn’t someone who cared about gifts in a material way, but she was terrible at keeping track of things. Shoes, water bottles, her lucky shooting sleeve—you name it, she’d misplaced it at some point.

You, however, paid attention.

So when you noticed that she’d lost yet another pair of her favorite grip socks—the same ones she swore made all the difference in her footwork—you didn’t even hesitate.

You ordered a new pair and tucked them neatly into her practice bag, right on top of her jersey, so she’d find them the next day.

That evening, she walked into the apartment holding them up, an amused expression on her face. “Did you…?”

You barely looked up from your coffee. “You lost yours. Again.”

Azzi shook her head, pulling them on immediately. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love me,” you said simply.

She grinned, no hesitation. “Yeah. I do.”

quality time

Time together was rare. Between games, travel, and training, it felt like life kept you moving in different directions.

Which was why, when you finally had a full day off together, you made it count.

You didn’t go anywhere, didn’t make plans—just stayed in, wrapped up in blankets, soft candles flickering, homemade pancakes stacked high on the counter.

At some point in the afternoon, Azzi sprawled across the couch, her head resting in your lap, a book balanced on her stomach. She wasn’t reading, though. Just lying there, eyes closed, letting you run your fingers down her back.

“You asleep?” you asked softly.

She hummed. “Not yet.”

You smiled, shifting slightly so you could get comfortable. This was what you loved most. Not the grand gestures, not the crowded arenas—just this. Just her. Just quiet, lazy afternoons where nothing else in the world mattered.

physical touch

Azzi wasn’t overly affectionate in public. She wasn’t cold, just… private. She didn’t need big displays, didn’t need to prove anything. But when it was just the two of you? Different story.

Which is why, after an exhausting day, she walked through the door and immediately collapsed into you, wrapping her arms around your waist, pressing herself against you like she was trying to crawl into your skin.

You barely had time to react before she buried her face in your neck, sighing deeply.

“Rough practice?” you asked, running a hand over her back.

She mumbled something unintelligible, tightening her hold.

You smiled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Wanna talk about it?”

She shook her head.

“Just wanna be held?”

A nod.

So you held her. No questions, no expectations. Just the soft weight of her body against yours, the steady rhythm of her breathing, the unspoken promise that no matter how chaotic the world got, this was always her safe place.

You.

[pyrographic-memory]

Holy shit, great to see the internet imploding once again lmao (srsly I'm also pouring one out for the discord mods holy fuck. I joined that server when it was at 17k people and THAT was already too many people for me...)

So uh. I know my * post * talking about us seeing Vessel prepare for war didn't blow up quite as much as my tritanopia post (still fucking stoked about that actually sosjehshjwh), BUT I am happily back again with the military jargon breakdown!

I'm going to say now, everything I mention here is declassified, you can find it with a Google search. Please don't freak out on me lmao

The Morse code from the Pan and Echo audio files was summed up into eight lines of dialogue (for lack of a better word).

At first I thought it was a 9 Line, which is a call for medevac report, due to the SOS. But it is missing a ninth line, so I asked a friend of mine what they thought. And they said it looks like a weird mix of two report formats: BLUE 2 and GREEN 6.

BLUE 2 is SITREP, or situation report - rather self explanatory. Brief summary of threat activity, then you list off how ready your men and your vehicles/equipment are, and then you give a summary of The Gameplan.

GREEN 6 is EPW (enemy prisoner of war)/Captured Material Report. You've executed The Gameplan, and you've captured people and stuff. This one is a two-parter technically, because you list off who you've captured first and then what you've captured (this can include land and buildings, so like if you captured a hilltop or castle or smth), you state the unit that did the capturing, when the capture happened, and a brief summary of how you did it.

So now, we break the message down. The first two lines don't really align with any report, so we'll focus on 3 onward.

Line 1: "I've been waiting long for you"

Line 2: "Behold"

Line 3 (friendly locations as from a BLUE 2): WA and RL, which ended up being WRAL, which is the news channel for Raleigh, NC (NORTH CAROLINA BABY, LET'S GOOO). Their meteorologist made a * post * about 3/29 on Instagram.

Line 4 (DTG [Date Time Group] of capture, as from the second half of a GREEN 6): "Two days in the morning", two days from now it'll be 3/29, AND there's a partial solar eclipse that day (though it's very close to full), and where the eclipse will be most prominent over the Atlantic, it'll be at maximum around 10:47 AM UTC. So the DTG would be written as 291047MAR2025.

Line 5 (place of capture, as from a GREEN 6): "In Arcadia"

Line 6 (circumstances of capture, as from a GREEN 6): "Carpe" (Latin for "seize")

Line 7: "Broadcast interruption, nothing"

Line 8: SOS SOS SOS KN AS

Everyone knows the mayday call. But KN and AS are CW radio signs (telegraphing, Morse code, all that shit they used in both world wars). KN means "only the station named should respond", and AS means "wait". The broadcast was interrupted, but the broadcaster didn't hear anything from the interruption. They're still calling for help because the interruption means someone is listening in when they shouldn't be, so the broadcaster may be compromised, and they're asking for an answer from whoever they were broadcasting to before saying "wait" (maybe as in "don't send rescue immediately").

Now, let's look at something else rq. The metadata of the audio files.

Uploaded by: The Observer

Another report to mention: BLUE 1, SPOTREP. These are written up when scouts observe any known or suspected threat activity in the AO (area of operation).

And I want to amend rq, the emails from a few weeks ago with the respective wording: House Veridian "observe", and Feathered Host "seize".

This is a House Veridian SPOTREP of a Feathered Host SITREP/capture broadcast, probably done by our Observer doing what the green bois call channel hopping, and the Broadcaster not securing their comms line.

I really want to know who Vessel knows. Cuz while ts is available to the public, you gotta know someone who can tell you that these report documents even exist. The US Army has like a thousand reporting documents, something for everything. Every country does a lot of this stuff differently and has differing names for it, but I just find it really neat that it seems to be US-based (unless the UK military also operates this way 👀👀👀)

[bonbonly]

Sooooo first of all you haven't seen me here imagining things for lando bc I was not, somebody took over my account and i'm sending this thot to you bc it would be a shame to not share whatever my friend has cooked up there (it started out as a charles thot but the more my friend thought about it it fit better to a certain papaya twink than to our reigning ferrari princess) ANYWAY...

Streamer!Lando but also only fans creator!lando. Started out with CoD streams, maybe a bit of Rainbow Six, is decently successful with it. has a blast with his mates online but after some time he's frustrated with it bc he'd love to create something of his own. not just stream and showcase other people's work, do something himself yk?

So he starts a little photography account where he posts some impressions from his daily life and his fans love it but it just doesn't hit the spot for him. Nothing really does until one time when he's about to send some low effort nudes to some random girl he thinks fuck it and puts some effort into it, poses himself, adjusts the lighting, sets up the tripod to get some special angles and what can i say…

He likes it. Loves it even. Loves it more than the nudes he gets back. Just thinking about staging himself gets him hard again. So he does what every normal human being with a voyeurism kink does, opens an only fans. But on the down low. Nobody needs to know that it's him. He starts simple, nothing explicit yet, just his chiseled abs and pecs on display, a bedsheet draped delicately low across his lap, showcasing his tiny waist beautifully, his head just out of frame.

Then he upgrades to videos. the best microphone on the market, catching up every little moan and gasp he makes imagining the hundreds of people watching him jerk off. a high-quality camera recording every little droplet of sweat running down his torso when he's bouncing on a big silicone dick later. Mood-lighting, that makes every spurt of cum on his stomach glisten in the camera.

He does numbers on the platform, skyrocketing to the top 1% of creators in less than a month. He gets off on the thought that maybe some of his Twitch fans are unknowingly watching him on OF too. But he's not afraid of being discovered. He's careful not to mix the two worlds. He has it handled.

That is until you stumble over some pics of an OF creator that look suspiciously like some nudes you got a while ago from a certain high-profile streamer…

- 🍪

well 🍪 anon, you've outdone yourself and for that im going to ask you to start building a house on my campsite (im never letting you leave) can imagine the way your brows must furrow when you glance at your phone, your laptop and then back to your phone. maybe you even hold the devices side by side and notice the same details.

the glistening torso, the veins on his cock as his hands wrap around it. and lets say he - as a streamer - never responded back to you after he sent you those nudes, it was just a small thrill anyway for him so nothing too serious so you raise an eyebrow and think to yourself what would be the best way to get this man's attention again, he didn't even respond to you when you sent him your nudes back!

so using the same name you had on twitch - which was how you even met lando since you had donated a hefty amount to his stream - you subscribe to his OF and send him a donation there, maybe a teasing message only meant for him to see, but the message is clear.

you know it's him. and he might've been a bit confused at first until he finally realized that this was the very girl that made him understand himself better to starting that OF page. he probably smirks, tugging at his curls and thinking about how to approach this because obviously these two worlds have to be separate.

so after one night when he places a plug up his ass, his stomach coated with his cum, he might give you the honor of sending you more personal photos, just for you since you're doing such a good job at keeping his secret. he'll ask for you to send some back and there's probably no conversation going on, no hi how are you? hey what'd you think of this video?

because he knows you're watching each one, knows you're probably touching yourself on your bed thinking its his hand and not yours thats covered in your slick. he has the videos of you himself, your fingers deep in your cunt moaning his name while watching his videos. that knowledge alone is enough to keep him going, as long as you don't try to reveal his true identity.

little does he know that you miiiiiiight be a bit influenced from your own greed to try and make him bend for a more... personal fan interaction.

[heavens-crown]

And They Were Neighbors Pt.7

Master List

Tag List: @starkgaryan @gabsgabsvaz

cw: angst, mentions of lovers quarrel, talk of broken bone

The following weeks were a delightful type of boring. Delilah and Robby settled into a quiet routine, spending their nights in her apartment. Robby claimed it was because she had better water pressure and a nicer TV. He was back on day shift and while he was glad to be off of nights he missed being able to spend most of the day with her whether it was via naps together or him stretched out on the insanely oversized bean bag she had in her office. The only hiccup had been a minor spat between the two when he had come back edgy from a rough shift and unfairly took his anger from the day out on her. While she had taken it in stride it was clear she was still hurt. 

The evidence of that hurt showing when she sent him a simple ‘have a good day’ text when he left for his first day shift. His mood was now rather foul and he would rather be anywhere other than the ER. When he arrived he set his stuff down so they could go over rounds. On their last patient for rounds Robby noticed Delilah walking into the pit. He noticed she was wearing what was frankly a criminal short dress that appeared to have shorts under it and cherries as the pattern. Frowning a bit he excused himself from the residents and began walking briskly toward her. 

“Why are you here?” he asked. His tone was not great and he knew he messed up when he saw the way her eyes narrowed and her posture stiffened. “If you’re because of what I said last night now is not-” she cut him off before he could finish. 

“First off, watch how you talk to me. Second, I’m not here for you. I got a call from one of my Uncles who is apparently here and he wanted me to bring him some food,” she held up the take out bag he had failed to notice. “I am not some dumb teenager who’s coming to your place of work to stir shit up. Trust me, I'd rather not have that conversation here with you in front of your coworkers and patients.” With that she brushed past him heading to her Uncle's room. Robby exhaled roughly and turned to see the entire nursing station was staring at him. 

“Get back to work,” he ordered. With that they scattered finding things to do that kept them away from him. Sitting at his workstation to go through necessary paperwork he noticed Dana out of the corner of his eye approach him. She stood next to him silently for a moment tapping away at a tablet in her hand. 

“Trouble in paradise?” she asked, concern in her voice. Robby continued to work on the paperwork and things needed signing off. When he didn’t respond Dana continued. “She’s cute, give her some time and i’m sure whatever happened will be forgiven.” She squeezed his shoulder before walking off to help a new nurse with a charting question. 

Delilah entered her uncle's room attempting to keep the tears stinging her eyes from falling. Shawn Montgomery was a stereotypical businessman. His brown hair was styled out of face and his usual style of clothing was usually three piece business suits. Today though he was dressed in a simple shirt and jeans and he seemed to be cradling his arm to his chest. 

“Hey Uncle Shawn,” she said in greeting. Pressing a kiss to his cheek she placed the take out bag on his lap. “I got the food you asked for. I also brought you a long charger for your phone.” Delilah pulled the charger out and handed it to his wife Melissa to plug it into the wall. Shawn smiled gratefully up at her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. 

“Thank you monkey toes, I don’t know what I'd do without either of you.” He grinned up at her. Delilah rolled her eyes and settled down in the extra chair next to the bed.

“How’d you break your arm?” she asked, gesturing to the arm held in a splint. Suddenly looking anywhere but at her he attempted to dodge the question. It was her Aunt Melissa who answered, amusement clear in her tone. 

“He stepped off a curb into a pothole and fell.” she said. Delilah simply stared at the two of them. Out of all of Grandma Rose’s children Shawn had the worst luck. The man had once been struck by lightning, and in the same night got bit by a bat while on his way to the hospital. 

“We need to put your ass in a bubble,” Delilah shook her head. “Thank god Jamie didn’t get any of your wack ass luck.” Jamie was Shawns only child, who was currently studying abroad in Europe. Clearly desperate to change the subject Shawn pinned her with his ‘I heard something about you’ look. 

“So I got an interesting text from mama a few weeks ago,” he began smirking as Delilah narrowed her eyes at him. “She said you came in here to check on her with an older man. Said man was apparently very attentive and a Attending here.” Delilah groaned and rested her head back staring up at the ceiling. She should’ve figured her Grandma would tell her Uncles. 

“Like I told Grandma yesterday, Robby is just a friend. He’s my neighbor and is fun to hang out with.” She refused to tell her Aunt and Uncle she was actually getting her back blown out on the daily by said neighbor. Shawn gave her a look that said ‘bullshit’ but before he could speak a resident stepped into the room with none other than Robby behind them. 

“Hey Mr.Montgomery this is my attending Dr.Robinavitch, we got your X-rays back and thankfully there’s no fractures that are going to need surgery to fix,” the intern explained while showing them the X-Ray. Delilah did her best to ignore Robby which was hard since he was staring a hole into the side of her head. 

“That’s good to hear, am I still going to need a cast?” Shawn asked. It was clear by the look on his face that he recognized Robby’s name. Robby nodded, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. 

“Yes sir. What we’re going to do is reset your arm and place you in a soft case. We’re also going to get you a referral to a physical therapist so they can help make sure you don’t lose any mobility in your wrist.” He said. 

“Thank you doctor, I'm sorry, what was your name again?” Shawn asked, faux innocence ringing in his voice. 

“It’s Dr. Robinavitch, but you can call me Dr.Robby.” He answered with a small smile. Delilah felt her stomach clench when he shot her one last look before leaving the room. Sighing as she saw both her Uncle and Aunt were staring at her she grabbed her purse and rose to leave. 

“Well clearly I’m not needed here so I’m going to head out-” Melissa cut her off before she could make her escape. 

“Is that the same Robby that your grandmother is convinced is shaking the sheets with you?” she asked coyly. Delilah felt her face burn as the residents' eyes shot to her as they were putting her uncle in the cast. 

“I plead the fifth.” Delilah answered looking anywhere but at them. Shawn snorted and gave her a droll look. 

“So that means yes you’re fucking the guy who looks like he could be your dad.” Shawn said dryly. Not liking his tone Delilah glared at him, feeling rather protective over the man even if he was an asshole. 

“He’s 47 Uncle Shawn, Dad would’ve been 55.” With that she gave him one last kiss on the cheek and hugged her aunt before walking out of the room. She was almost to the exit when she heard Robby calling her name. Stopping her turned on her heel to see him speed walking toward her. Even when mad at him she couldn’t help the way her body responded to seeing him, which just irritated her more. 

“Will you come talk with me? In Private?” He asked. She wanted to say no but when she saw the sadness in his brown eyes she felt her resolve melt. Sighing a bit she nodded and let him lead her toward what was apparently the staff lounge. She leaned against the counter watching him as he leaned against the door watching her. It was silent for a moment as the two of them simply watched each other. Robby rubbed the back of his neck, an anxious tick of his, before letting out a sigh. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry for last night and for what I said when I saw you in here. It was incredibly hurtful and you didn’t deserve any of that.” Delilah watched as he seemed to struggle to get the words out and her heart broke just a bit. Pushing away from the counter she walked across the room to wrap her arms around Robby’s waist burying her face in his chest. He tensed for just a moment before hugging her back resting his cheek on the top of her head. 

“Apology accepted,” She mumbled. She could feel the tension leave his body as he pressed a kiss to her head. Pulling her head back just a bit she gave him a mock glare. 

“You ever talk to me the way you did in the last 12 hours and I promise I will put a chastity device on you and throw away the key,” She said, Robby stared down at her eyes wide like he didn’t know what to make of her at that moment. Giving him a soft kiss she stepped back and poked him in the chest. “You need to get back to work, mister. Would you like to come over after your shift?” She asked, suddenly feeling shy. Robby’s smile was bigger this time as he pressed his forehead to hers, tightening his grip around her waist. 

“I would love nothing more."

[cultkinkcoven]

Had an interesting conversation with Lord Lucifer last night.

I won’t go too into the details but y’all already know I’ve been having some problems with my mom. Well I ended up cussing her out basically through text lol. I sent her a long letter about everything and made myself extremely clear. I thought it wouldn’t amount to anything, but to my surprise, it actually seems to have gotten through to her. She genuinely apologized for what feels like the first time, and even asked me if I’d consider going to counselling with her, which I agreed to at least try.

I asked Lucifer if he thought I was making the right decision, should I give her another chance? And I was expecting him to say something like “don’t allow yourself to be manipulated again,” but instead he sort of smiled and said he was proud of me.

“It takes a lot of strength to survive after exile, even more to forgive. You have mastered this period of self acceptance, resilience and survival, now I hope to see you master healing.”

and that was nice to hear, it gave me hope that this is something that truly can be overcome with time and effort.

But then, I got this pit in my stomach. Even if my mom and I could somehow find common ground, I am still a Luciferian, I will remain a Luciferian, and she will likely remain a radical christian. And as if he was reading my mind, Lucifer said, “when you have healed you will no longer need me.”

and that stung, because I never wanted to think that my relationship with him hinged on my distance to my mother. I didn’t respond.

“When we met, you had wounds that I sought to help you heal, now you are learning how. I never sought to isolate you, even after the fall, the goal is to rise again, eventually.”

“with you,” I responded, “I rise again, with you, with myself, still the person I was as I fell. Maybe I originally clung to you because I needed something, and you made the wounds less painful. But I also chose you, not to be my healer, to be my God. Your light has shown me a path to redemption, you have helped me heal, but that is not all you have done. You know I will continue to follow you, you know you will always be my Father, whether I am wounded or standing tall.”

and he smiled at that again. “Your mother may have found it within herself to try and find you, my boy. That doesn’t mean she’ll like what she sees at the end of it. Are you really willing to lose her again if things don’t work out, just to continue following me?”

lol. “Lord Lucifer, you taught me how to fall without hurting myself. I will spend my entire life rising and falling, I have spent my entire life leaving and returning to her. So long as I am Shi, and so long as you are Venus, we will forever be tethered to our movements. That’s what I promised you. That’s what you promised me.”

In could feel him confront me, like he was seriously looking down at me. “That’s very difficult, Shi, that’s a very heavy burden to carry. In swearing yourself to me you have guaranteed a life of strife, a constant argument that will never go away, is that what you want?”

“Are you not the constant argument that never goes away? and am I not the child that never knows when to stop talking?”

“Some would say”

“Then this is a strife I am familiar with, it’s an old friend of mine. I don’t fear conflict, what I fear is the erosion of my sense of self, my principles, your principles. Lucifer, I will become the enemy of the world if it means having this.”

and he shrunk down to my level, so we were eye to eye. “and what is this?” he asked.

“Us. you, me, the person I found within myself when I had nothing else. I’m okay with being hated, what I cannot be is misrepresented. I won’t turn into someone else for the sake of someone else, especially not when the Lord I have has always accepted me for who I really am. I just gained this freedom, Lucifer. It is the one thing I can never let go.”

and finally, he smiled again. “Freedom,” he echoed, “yes, that’s it. There are many things I love, education, discovery, temptation… but freedom has always been my truest love. You’ve earned freedom, now you have choice.”

“I choose of my volition to follow the light that loves freedom. Even when I no longer need you, I will always choose you, and I will always choose myself. In doing so I have also chosen love, I have chosen to be strong and give to others what has not been given to me. I will not be cruel or turn away from those who have abandoned me, I am stronger than them. You gave me this strength.”

and he nods. “You can’t get rid of me, bitch,” I added, and he blew up into laughter. “I’m serious. You signed that contract just like I did, you’re stuck with me, Lucifer, forever. You don’t get to be free of me just because my mom is back.”

and another hearty laugh. “It’s a done deal then,” he finally says, “you’re mine forever. I will love you no matter where you are, no matter what you need.”

“I fucking better be.”

As difficult as this whole thing has been, I’m actually… happy? now. I feel like I have actually achieved some peace, not by running away and saying fuck you forever to everyone, but by being real as fuck and doubling down. Had I not sent that message, had I not been the harbinger of conflict yet again, we would still be stuck in limbo. And as satisfying as it would have been to my pride to say “you fucked up, its too late”, I know that in the long run, building and healing will be better for my soul. My internal conflict has evaporated, I know exactly who I am and exactly what I want and need. I have no guilt nor shame, and I have the tools to continue to ascend higher, even if I fall.

I am content.

[pedge-page]

I tend to stay quiet about these things because quite frankly I'd blow my lid off and melt the world around me with my fury but.

It amazes me that people can come on here and have the option to be kind to others and leave an incredibly positive impact on people they interact with, and feel good about themselves for it, but choose to be insufferable shitheads who want to bring everyone else down so they feel as miserable and angry too instead. This isn't math class. Two negatives do not equal positive.

For any newbies , we've lost some of the most talented and inspiring writers in this Fandom thanks to these trolls. The same trolls who have been here for less than 2 minutes are the ones who whine about why there isn't enough content coming out fast enough for their enjoyment.

When we say "18+ only" that also applies to people who use their adult brains. If you can't handle that a properly tagged fic that has explicit warnings about its content is stuff you won't like, the mature thing to do is just shut up and move on. When you start to become you own gestopo trying to police other people's FICTIONAL work that had nothing to do with you in the name of purity censorship rather than just moving on with your own life, you've lost all credibility of calling yourself an "adult". Idc how old you are. You're not ready for the internet. You're not ready to be reading fan FICTION. You're not ready to interact with other adults.

If you spent half as much energy doing this level of "activism" in the real world where REAL people are being hurt , you wouldn't have time to be responding to a million messages applauding or condemning you about your take on FICTIONAL. WRITING. You'd actually be doing something useful with your life. But alas, harassing writers is all you're good for.

You are not the hero you so desperately want to think you are.

And folks, if you're going "hey I'm not harassing anyone!" Ask yourself if you've left a racist, homophonic, transphobic, ableist, elitist, narcissistic anon in someone's box. If you meet one of those boxes, guess what! You're the problem !

The internet is going to be filed with things you don't like. It always has. It always will. But guess what? This is gonna be real shocker for some of you:

YOU ARE RESPONSBILE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME, ESPECIALLY AS AN ADULT.

YOU ARE RESPONSBILE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME, ESPECIALLY AS AN ADULT.

YOU ARE RESPONSBILE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME ESPECIALLY AS AN ADULT.

You picking and choosing what is and isn't ok IN FAN FICTION makes you look stupid. Like I can't tell you how fucking moronically hypocritical some of you are. It has to be a joke.

So if you aren't going to be the adult, and choose to go make a stupid ask to let someone know you don't like their thoughts, don't do it on anon. If you believe in yourself and aren't afraid of your morals, say it with your chest and your profile. Let us be the adults and block you so you don't have to see our content, and we don't have to deal with illiterate kids trying to interact with us anymore.

OR

YOU COULD TAKE OPTION #1 : YOUR VERY OWN LUXURIOUS "BE THE ADULT FIRST" PACKAGE! IT COMES WITH THE INCREDIBLE FEATURE OF "BLOCK THE CONTENT THAT GIVES YOU THE ICK WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING AT ALL"!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT !?!?!? ITS ALL YOURS all YOU have to do is click 2 buttons! It's sooooo much easier, pain free, and mental and emotionally freeing to just do that instead of typing out some horseshit post or ask and then dealing with everyone on your ass! The added bonus of nobody being on your ass! Did I mention the great feeling you have about not seeing that content anymore! AND as a special thank, we're offering "guilt free conscious" just especially for you! So you can go about your day not thinking about it anymore! No muss no fuss. It's easy!

[discordiansamba]

good afternoon, have some more assorted thoughts about the time travel AU:

rin: so do you have any advice about how to pass the certification exam?

noctis, who never actually took it: uhhhhhhhh. go ask your uncle?

shiro walks in to find noctis and rin collapsed on the couch, both with the most ungraceful sleeping posture you can imagine complete with their eyes half open. he just snorts. like father, like son, he guesses.

(shiro, later on: oh wait. that was because they're the same person.)

if you think for one second that noctis staying youthful means that rin won't call him 'old man' you are so wrong. he absolutely does. it's karma. the first time he does it, it's just a critical hit.

the exwires @ rin and yukio: ...so you two are definitely second generation nephilim, right?

yukio: most likely, though father won't be honest with us.

rin: ...maybe he doesn't want to set a bad example? you know, cause he was like sixteen when he had us?

it took noctis a long time to get used to calling his younger self 'rin', when that still felt like it was his name.

it takes him a long time to stop responding to rin, but for all that, he can't really pinpoint the moment he stopped responding to it entirely, nor can he pinpoint the moment he started to respond to noctis without fail.

(ugh. he really wishes he'd picked a different name, though)

just. noctis looking in the mirror one day and realizing he's an adult now and that none of his friends will ever have the chance to grow up.

noctis: listen, rin. if you want to get piercings, get them now. you won't be able to do it later no matter how much you might want to.

yukio: aren't you supposed to tell us not to do that stuff?

rin: shut up yukio, don't make him change his mind!

the only times noctis hides his tail is when he has to go to the twins' school for any reason. hiding his horns is a little more complicated, once they start growing out, but he manages.

noctis at a parent teacher conference. what will he do.

(wish shiro was doing this instead.)

noctis listening to some mom prattle on about how rin attacked her son unprovoked, all while vividly remembering said incident from his childhood and knowing he sure as hell was provoked

shiemi looking at noctis post reveal, with the knowledge that rin is going to grow up to look like him one day and just. turning beet red.

rin: huh? no way! I'm going to look way cooler than him!

noctis: literally impossible, kid.

rin: don't call me kid! you're me!

noctis: yeah, but I'm like 32 years old and you're 16. so. kid.

rin and yukio are just. so weirded out by the fact that they've been calling an older version of rin 'dad' for years.

noctis: yeah, welcome to the club. i tried to get you two to call me nii-san, but you wouldn't listen.

rin: and you just went with it!?

noctis: shut up. you literally can't criticize any of my decisions.

yukio: he has a point, nii-san.

(rin squinting at noctis like. is he going to get a tail and horns when his seal breaks?)

noctis starts carrying kurikara around again after his true identity is exposed. he's also very clear to the order that if they try a single thing against either of his kids, he won't hesitate to turn on them in an instant.

(doesn't ask him when he started to think of rin and yukio as his kids for real. like a lot of things, it just sort of happened before he knew it. it is sort of funny watching them come to terms with something he's just sort of learned to roll with.)

juzo asks noctis for parenting advice, which throws him for a fucking loop. huah!? i mean, yeah, he guesses he did raise two kids but how is he still finding weird positions to be in??

rin: wait. so who raised you?

noctis: huh? shiro did.

rin & yukio, looking at shiro: grandpa...

shiro: NOPE, not doing that.

noctis, sensing a chance to mess with him: you're right! this is your grandpa shiro!

shiro: give me a break! i refuse to be called grandpa! i'm not that old!

[wigglesdtuff]

Your post about interaction on tumblr really hit the nail in the head. I feel like the problem here is that there isn't really any opportunity for an actual conversation due to the nature of reblogs. I also feel like the ask function tends to be difficult to interact with because it kind of puts you in the spotlight, so a lot of people (including myself most of the time because i get shy lol) tend to send questions anonymously.

That being said, I love love love seeing people yap about their favorite characters! I obviously adore Robin, I think she's so cool and I cried like a loser over her in ennies lobby, but everybody gets weirdly attached to a certain character, and she never made it into being my favorite, so seeing someone who is as obsessed with her is so so cool because it has presented me with so many different and interesting perspectives on her character. Part of being a one piece fan is becoming so extremely attached to a character that they consume your entire being, which is why it's necessary to have a balance of people's favorite characters, so that we are able to have an in depth analysis of everyone haha

For me, what was originally most compelling about Robin was the fact that she was the first, and for a while the only, adult on a crew full of teenagers. If one piece has proved anything, it's that variety in age amongst the main cast is very important. It creates fun dynamics, and it makes for such better story telling. It also kills me that the first time Robin was shown unconditional love and kindness since she was eight years old was from a bunch of naive, ambitious weirdos who literally tried to fight an admiral for her. Which also brings me to one of my favorite scenes in one piece.

LIKE SHUT UPPPP rereading the manga and coming across this post ennies lobby almost sent me into a coma I'm not even kidding. I think this is genuinely one of my favorite moments in the entire story, especially with context. Utjghrkoaj they love her so much, and she loves them so much it makes me sickk. Imagine being forced to face the past you tried so hard to forget only to be defrosted in a bathtub by a bunch of teens who fought one of the strongest people in the entire world for your honor. And it's genuinely amazing how much emotion is conveyed in this panel when there's not even a single word and Robin is just staring blankly at the ceiling. One piece really does have incredible emotional storytelling and I feel its character focused moments are incredible, especially when it comes to Robin.

I love Nico Robin, and I love talking about her and seeing people who love her too. She's so special and you're so awesome. Sometimes I have to pace around my apartment after seeing your art because it's so cool, the colors remind me of those pop rocks that you dip your lollipop into and it explodes in your mouth, it's so beautiful. This one in particular scratched a nice place in my brain.

Hehe yessss. So pretty. This is so long but I got carried away. Have a good day!

I keep wanting to thoughtfully respond to this one, but I couldn't have explained that moment better myself. It's such a beautiful parallel to Nami waking up to the crew fretting over her while she's sick. Oda's character writing is just something else, and there's something for everybody! I think Robin has just latched onto my brain forever now.

Thank you so so so much for the kind words and especially about my art! That's such a fun description that I'll so super keep in mind. And :3 thank you that's one of my favorites I did this year so far!!

[sylusbelovedart]

After date (Magnum Opus)

Disclaimer : Just some Sylus brainrot. I wanted to write something sweet since I've been breaking my own heart with angsty thoughts. Sylus might be a bit OOC, sorry.

I know it’s been weeks since Magnum Opus was released but I can’t help but think what the after date was like for Sylus and MC ? Don’t get me wrong, the memory was SO SO good and SylusMc are 👌 I love their dynamic so much. But I'm curious about how they both freaked out afterwards.

Like how did Sylus get home ? I'm sure he must have had the biggest and brightest smile on his face, just thinking about their date. Maybe he will drive slowly at first still too dazed about how well the day went. The pretext to go out to eat just to see her, turning into a memorable date of shopping, teasing and taking care of each other. He could almost still feel the soft touch of her fingers lingering on his face, and how close and intimate it all felt. And then he will start driving faster, a rush of adrenaline flooding through his veins, already thinking about their next date, already planning your camping trip. But maybe not everything needs planning he thinks. He knows you always surprise him in the most sweetest ways and he can't help but want more. After all, isn't greed and desire what drives most people ? That man would be going at such a high speed, and if you were, you would be clinging to him. Maybe joining him in his madness, laughing or screaming at him, scared. Either way, he enjoys every and each of your expressions. Tightening his grip on the brake, he almost screamed in the wind that he finally got the women he longed so so long for.

And what was MC’s reaction after he left and she closes her door ? My girl must have been silently screaming, not yet believing how lovey-dovey they were toward one another, or how natural it felt for her at that moment. She would also be extremely embarrassed. What has he done to her ? She would be jumping up and down from excitement while also punching the air, flashbacks about how things unfolded. Because at the end of the day she’s just a girl too. And as she went to the bathroom, she would just be a blushing mess thinking about Sylus and his sweet words and stare at herself in the mirror, a loving look in her eyes flushing her cheeks red "a loved art piece" she would mutter embarrassed to herself "such a smooth talker".

And after she washes up and prepares to go to bed, she sends him a message to know if he got back home safely and he might respond with something like

Sylus : Already missing me, kitten ? 😏

And MC would laugh at his use of emojis because what in the world was that ? But he was feeling silly and so was she.

MC : When you say it like that…

MC : I just wanted to make sure you went back home safely.

And Sylus red the message at least three time before replying to her. He almost sent a "you're the cutest" before erasing it.

Sylus : I did.

Sylus : Shouldn't you be asleep by now ?

MC : That’s good.

MC : I'm going to bed.

MC : Thanks again for today. It was a fun.

And as much as their relationship progressed and the banter and sweet-talking they have when they meet, she still feels shy and self-conscious when it came to talk about her feeling. But it was fine. Sylus would get it.

Sylus : Should I be concerned about this grateful attitude of yours ?

Sylus : You push me to ask you out but then get concerned I might get caught. You’re concerned about my taste in women and get mad at me, but then you hold me and take care of my skin, and now… you’re thanking me ?

MC : 😐

MC : You make me sound so mean.

MC : Forget I even said anything.

MC : THE DAY WAS AWFULL

MC : 😡

Sylus : [vocal] ha ha ha. Please don’t restrain on my account. I enjoyed today’s… date too.

MC : So you’re starting to admit it too ?

MC : Wow 😳 We’re making progress.

Sylus : Weren’t you the one who said we were dating earlier ?

MC : I did.

MC : Why ?

MC : Don’t tell me you’re planning on shying away now.

MC : You can’t even tell me properly when you want to see me. Should I be the one wearing the pants in this relationship ? 😔

Sylus : 🤨

Sylus : Getting pretty carried away now aren’t we ?

Sylus : Also, are you planning on scolding me ?

Sylus : Please make sure to call me beforehand.

Sylus : I’m willing to hear all of your complaints.

MC : ...

And as your eyes are slowly closing, you felt yourself drowsing almost forgetting to answer to Sylus.

Sylus : But I guess that will be for another time. A sleepy kitten needs her beauty sleep.

MC : No

MC : Im perfectlyzwake

MC : *I’m perfectly awake.

Sylus : Make sure your teeth won’t bite off your tongue with the lies. Make it believable next time.

Sylus : And as I told you before. You don’t need to adapt to my schedule.

Sylus : Make sure you get proper sleep for tomorrow.

Sylus : Don’t want to find a stubborn hunter injured because she didn’t get enough rest.

MC : You’re the one scolding me now. 🙄

Sylus : 👀

Sylus : Wouldn’t want on you the burden of wearing the pants in the relationship.

MC : Yeah sure. Such a gentleman.

You waited a few minutes before finally saying him goodnight.

MC : Goodnight, Sylus [Mephisto sleeping emoji]. See you… next week ? Maybe ?

Sylus : Oh. I’m planning on seeing you earlier than next week.

Sylus : Goodnight, kitten 🍷✨

[kpopsexstories]

NCT 127 Dating Ban #3: Doyoung Pt. 1

NCT 127 can’t date girls. As their gay friend you help them out with their sexual needs.

This is a 100% gay smut story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: NCT Doyoung x Jisung (Haechan & Johnny)

Story: When you return to the 127 dorm you accidentally walk in on Doyoung having sex – and you can't believe who he's doing it with!

Type of Sex: MEDIUM

Word Count: 3.5k

<- Start from the beginning: Story #1: Haechan

Want more stories like these? Also read the NCT Dream Dating Ban series which takes place before the 127 series.

You wake up with a slight hangover. Haechan is laying naked beside you, gently snoozing in broad daylight. How much did we drink last night? you wonder.

Too much. But not so much that you can't remember. You smile wide to yourself as you observe the adorable man, and recall what you did to each other behind closed doors. His dick has already been inside you multiple times and it's only your second day.

Your first night at the 127 dorm was fun, and you're glad your months of sexting with Haechan has led to this.

“Hey,” you say and smile when the man eventually opens his eyes.

“Hey,” Haechan says and yawns, and stretches his bare torso. The duvet slides down his body and you lay a hand on his tummy.

He rolls into your arm and you kiss. “I'm so glad you're finally here,” he whispers, and he genuinely means it. “I haven't had any pussy in so fucking long.”

He rolls his eyes and exaggerates the expression of someone who's been subjected of a horrible wrong.

“Can't help you with that,” you say and chuckle.

Haechan's face becomes serious as he suddenly stares at you. “Oh, yes you can,” he says and smirks.

You smile back at him and let your hand glide down his stomach and under the sheets. “Mm!” you exclaim and playfully raise your eyebrows, but it's really just for pretend. You're not surprised at all by the state of his dick when you feel it.

Haechan doesn't respond to your reaction. He just keeps presenting his dumb smirk. Then he closes his eyes and moans when you wrap your fingers around his morning wood and begin to jerk him off.

“Aren't we late to do your city thing though?” you ask, partly as a way to tease him.

“It can wait,” he says and you both giggle.

“Hey, get up!” Johnny suddenly orders, when he barges into the room with a big smile on his face. You attempt to cover your bare chest but he abruptly pulls the duvet off your body.

“Oh,” he says and the smile goes away, when he sees that you're both naked and that you have your hand around Haechan's hard shaft. “Sorry.”

As if he actually expected you to be clothed. Of course he didn't. And Haechan doesn't seem at all bothered.

But not amused either. “What do you want?” he asks without even a hint of a smile.

Johnny crosses his arms and glares at your naked body while he speaks, studying it with satisfaction written all over your face. “It's a beautiful day and you're still in bed. Get out, enjoy the city.”

As if he cares what you and Haechan do with your time. You figure he only came here to expose you like this, maybe a weird way to satisfy his own sexual needs. It must be the fact that he watched you have sex before, or maybe he's still a little drunk, that makes him think he can behave in this way toward Haechan and yourself, his guest.

If this was twenty-four hours ago it might have bothered you, or at the very least confused you. Now your only confusion is how the man can be so damn energetic.

Johnny sits down on the bed besides you. He keeps looking up and down your body and puts a hand on your thigh, moving it slowly up and down as if to assess the fabric of a nice jacket.

“What's it to you?” Haechan asks, while leaning on his elbows and spreading his legs. “You're not coming.”

“I know,” Johnny says and winks at you. Your hand is still gripping Haechan's hard dick. “I really just wanted to thank you.”

“For what?” Haechan asks.

Johnny winks at you again. “For being so loud last night.”

That's it, he definitely just came here to check you out. If he was actually complaining he wouldn't be so cheerful and flirty. He wants you to know that he heard your drunken sex, and the reason is because he enjoyed it. You feel very sure of it.

“Johnny…?” Haechan says when your eyes and Johnny's are locked for a little too long.

“Yeah…?”

Haechan laughs and kicks the man in the gut. “Get the fuck out!”

“Alright, alright,” Johnny says and takes his hand off your leg. He stands up and suddenly swirls around, then turns and winks at you one last time before he looks at Haechan. “I guess I'll go see Winwin then.”

Finally he leaves just as quickly as he came, and leaves the door wide open. You and Haechan look at each other and start to giggle. Your fingers tighten and Haechan moans, but the morning wood is gone and the moment has passed.

“He's right, we should go,” Haechan says and jumps down on the bed. His slack dick was starting to get hard again but it slips away from your hand and you let it go.

You can't stop smiling. Mmm, you think to yourself, having realized that you might actually have a shot at a third member.

*****

On this second day you return to the dorm in the afternoon. You've spent a couple of hours with Haechan, together just the two of you, seeing some sights and his favorite spots. But you're both tired and agreed to cut the tour of Seoul short.

It's the first time you've been on your own like this with Haechan, despite having known the man for years. It turns out you actually get along really well, a big relief considering you're with him for a whole week.

“Fuck, I forgot the condoms!” Haechan exclaims just as you press the button of the elevator.

“Do we need them?” you ask and smirk. You know you should, but it's not like you've been using any so far.

“They're not for us,” Haechan says and laughs. “Doyoung asked me to get some.”

“Why? He's got a girlfriend or something? Doesn’t the dating ban apply to him?”

“It does. You go ahead, I'll tell you about it later.”

“Okay,” you say when the elevator doors open and Haechan puts a set of keys in your hand. Then you go your separate ways.

On the ride up you wonder if anyone will be home, or if you'll be alone in the dorm for the first time. The 127 team are still working after all, while the Dream team are on a break.

You put a key in the lock and go inside. The apartment is quiet. You throw the backpack you've been carrying on the floor by the couch, then make your way toward one of the bathrooms.

The bag is holding a couple of souvenirs, and some photos of you and Haechan which you jokingly took in a booth. Your bladder is holding a lot of water and alcohol from last night. It's been a hot day and you haven't peed since you left home.

And your balls, they're holding a lot of cum. You've been thinking about sex all day, since Johnny so rudely but quite intriguingly interrupted your morning.

As fun as you've had on your excursion you've been wondering what kind of guy Haechan really is, and whether you could have asked him for a quickie somewhere in the street. And if you'll have sex again tonight, which is likely, what will you do to each other.

The unexpected and secretive adventure with Jungwoo last night has also lingered on your mind. When you think about it, it was kind of hot despite – or maybe because of – how rushed and secretive it was.

You wonder if either of the two men have told the other about you. And you've been thinking a lot about the others too. You already know that Yuta and Taeyong are gay, and Johnny certainly seems interested.

But do they really need your help? Do they even want it? Or is this just your own desires and starstruck mind acting out some weird, crazy fantasy? Obviously it must be latter.

It doesn’t matter, because your balls are about to burst and you need a release. But as you head for the bathroom you decide not to do anything about it just yet. If you really are home alone you should wait for Haechan. Hopefully you'll have time to finish what you started this morning before the others get back.

You suddenly stop in your tracks in the hallway. Your ears shoot up and your senses are put on high alert. What's that?

There's a sound, coming from further down the hall. You've yet to learn who lives where, but even if you did know you're not sure which room the sound is coming from.

“Thump, thump, thump.” The sound grows louder as you follow it, instinctively walking on light steps.

“Squeak, squeak, mmm, yeah.”

What the hell? you think. Is that…

A door at the end of the hall is partially open. You push on it to peek inside, too caught up by curiosity to think that you shouldn't.

“Thump, thump, squeak, squeak, mm, yeah Doyoung. Squeak, squeak, yes, yes, oh yeah, yeah, yeah!”

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Doyoung suddenly exclaims loudly. The intense thumping and rhythmic squeaking of his bouncing mattress abruptly stops.

You know you should apologize quickly and run away. You know you should have made your presence clear long before you got to the room, when it became fairly obvious what the sounds were. You know you shouldn’t have lingered to watch, and you know that this must be as embarrassing for Doyoung – a man you don't even know yet – as it is shocking to you.

But you can't tear yourself away. You can't stop staring, with wide eyes and your mouth open, at the sight you've just walked in on. Your suspicions when you heard the voice were correct, and that's what has surprised you so.

Doyoung is seated on the edge of the bed, butt naked and in the midst of a passionate fuck. In his lap he's holding a slim figure around the waist. The figure has his legs wrapped around Doyoung's sides while riding the man's cock.

The lovers are frozen in place. Jisung stares blankly and surprised back at you. “Hi,” you say, still in shock. You thought you knew the voice but it’s like your brain didn’t want to believe it.

“Hi,” Jisung says. He finally manages to smile once he realizes what’s going on and who he’s looking at. “Oh my God, hi! What the hell are you doing here?”

Doyoung looks more confused than anyone. He stares at Jisung's face, then at yours. “Wait…” he says. ”Do you guys know each other?”

“Yes!” Jisung exclaims with an enormous grin on his face. ”He's my best friend!”

“Holy shit!” Doyoung blurts out. He immediately turns to look at you. “Are you the friend?”

You're not quite sure what he means, but you have a strong idea. “Yeah, I guess,” you say and smile faintly.

“Oh my God! Why hasn't Haechan said anything?” He turns to look at Jisung, his eyes fiery. For a second you think he's angry, he certainly sounds like it. ”Why haven't you said anything?”

“I had no idea!” Jisung admits to defend himself. He repeats his previous question: “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Haechan invited me,” you say, still smiling in an effort to make the fact appear casual, like it's no big deal.

“When?” Jisung asks and begins to slowly rock his hips, for the first time since you interrupted the sex he's in the middle of.

“Ehm, I don't know,” you lie. ”Not that long ago.”

There aren't any secrets between you and Jisung. You're not even sure why you're lying in this moment. You've known each other forever, but you must admit you feel pretty bad about not having told him you would come.

Jisung, however, is suddenly giddy with excitement. His body starts jumping up and down in Doyoung's lap while he keeps bombarding you with questions.

“Why haven't you said anything?” he asks.

“I was going to surprise you.”

“When did you get here?”

“Yesterday afternoon.”

Jisung's body jolts and his face suddenly turns serious. “You've been here for a full day? And you still haven't come to say hi?”

You realize how bad this looks. “Okay look, I was going to, but Haechan planned a full day today.”

“You slept away half of it,” Doyoung points out. He doesn't look at all happy when he says it which gives you a bad vibe.

“I literally live a floor down!”

“I know,” you say and smirk. You've been there many times over the years, and last time was quite a memorable visit. “I swear, I had this whole thing planned out. I was going to surprise you and it would be this big moment.”

As if this isn't a big moment too. Exactly what the surprise you had in mind was is not something you're willing to reveal in front of Doyoung. But you had this idea that you'd lay naked on Jisung's bed when he got home.

Jisung's naked body jolts again. “I can't believe this!” He looks happy and jumps up and down, arms around Doyoung, when he turns to face his current lover and excitedly asks: “Can you believe it?”

Doyoung shakes his head but doesn't speak, a strained expression on his face. This must be such a surreal moment for him.

You finally begin to relax. You stand in the doorway and casually lean against the frame.

“I didn't know you had time off though,” you say and cross your arms. “Haechan told me yesterday and it made me super worried.”

“Yeah, I'm going to see my parents. Damn, now I kind of wish I wasn't.”

He stops moving for a moment and his expression changes, but then he becomes giddy and jumpy again. His heart is genuinely full of joy and excitement. “I'm just so happy you're here! And I'm glad I get to see you today. Don't worry, you'll have fun with Haechan too.”

“How are they anyway, your parents?” you ask, casually making smalltalk. ”I don't think I've seen them in, what, two-three years?”

Jisung instinctively rolls his hips, as if your presence is no reason to leave Doyoung hanging.

“They're good,” he says. ”But I don't want to talk about them. I can't belive you're here! You're the last person I'd expect to walk through that door. I'm so happy!”

You chuckle at his youthful joy, and the way his ass bounces on Doyoung's lap. It makes you feel really good to see him this happy. You've been so consumed with making new friends that you haven't considered that you should of course have just gone to see your best friend straight away.

Perhaps you've also been worried, about what he might think of the fact that you've come for Haechan and not him. It's not like there's anything more than friendship and sex between you and Jisung, and he hasn't been bothered by you having sex with his friends in the past.

But that was then, and he was always somewhere around. It was his bed you always returned to at night.

It suddenly dawns on you that you already have seven friends in the city, if you count the whole Dream team, and that you've neglected all of them. Haechan is just one of several. The fact that you haven't told them of your visit certainly isn't good.

But deep down you always knew, if you didn't get along with the 127 guys, salvation would be just one flight of stairs away. You kind of took that for granted.

“Where are you staying?” Jisung asks and rolls his hips again. “Will you come stay with me?”

“Actually, about that…”

“Uughmmph!” Doyoung suddenly calls out. You both turn to look at him curiously. His eyes are closed and his whole body shivers. “Ahh, fuuck!”

Jisung bursts out in a big smile, and quickly starts to roll his hips faster over his lover's crotch, like he was when you walked in.

But Doyoung has already come, and now he squeezes your friend’s waist hard to lift him off his dick which suddenly can't take anymore.

You realize that they haven't just been naked in each other's arms this whole time, and that it's totally weird that you're still in the room.

Jisung laughs out loud when he stands up to climb off his lover. “Did you just come?” he asks excitedly.

“Mm, yeah,” Doyoung moans. His hand glides down Jisung's bare thigh, and he reaches down to nurture his spent dick. He suddenly smiles wide while he removes the condom. “Yeah, I did. Fuck… you're incredible!”

You feel three things in this moment. Proud, because it's only six months ago that you took Jisung's same sex virginity. He was a very different lover back then, compared to the confident power bottom you just witnessed today.

Relieved, because neither Jisung nor Doyoung seem at all ashamed by any of this. Despite Doyoung's angry reaction earlier, when you first entered the room, he now appears happy and casual as he stands up, ties the condom together, and tosses it in a bin in the corner of the room.

And finally curious, about two things: the nature and depth of Jisung's relationship with Doyoung, and the novelty of seeing Doyoung's full body in the nude.

The man is kind of hot, you think. Well done Jisung.

As hot as Jisung looks when he stands naked and smiling in the middle of the room, Doyoung has something new and exciting to offer. It's only now that you realize that you're incredibly hard, and that you probably have been this whole time.

Jisung realizes it too, when he abruptly comes rushing toward you to give you a warm embrace. “Hi,” he says again, as you hold each other close and hug.

“Hi,” you say happily and hold your nude friend tight.

You want to apologize, but your reunion is interrupted when a voice calls from the living room. “I'm back,” it announces. Haechan has returned.

“I should go,” you say and let go of Jisung, suddenly feeling worried again. You figure Doyoung and Jisung won't want to get caught. “I'll divert him.”

“No, stay,” Jisung pleads and goes back to the bed, where he crawls on top of it and reaches down for his clothes on the floor on the other side.

You glance at his ass when he bends over. Doyoung can't stop staring at you while you check out his lover. When you notice his glaring eyes and serious expression, you quickly peek outside to look away, and see Haechan fast approaching.

“It's okay,” Doyoung says, as if he can tell that your mind is trying to work out what to do. He goes to sit beside Jisung and proudly puts an arm around the man. “He knows.”

Haechan catches up with you before you decide if you should divert him or invite him in.

“Hey,” he says cheerfully to Doyoung and Jisung on the bed. “Here you go.”

He tosses a box to Doyoung, who grabs it mid air and smiles. “Thanks,” he says and puts it on a bedside table, before he lies down on his back completely exposed.

You can't help but stare at his sexy body. You study his long torso and still half hard dick. Haechan, however, doesn't even stay.

“Sorry, I should have told you,” he says and smiles at you in passing, then goes back into the hallway.

Jisung is sitting on the bed when he puts his hoodie back on. “So,” he says slowly. “My plane is actually tonight.”

Your heart suddenly sinks. You've just gotten excited about him being here, about the idea of combining getting to know new friends with spending time with old ones.

“Oh,” you say, somewhat disappointed. “How long will you be gone for?”

He stands up to put on his pants. “I don't know. Maybe I'll cut my trip short now that you're here.” Then he turns to Doyoung. “Thanks,” he says and gives the man a quick peck on the lips.

“I didn't even make you come,” Doyoung points out. He seems a little surprised.

“It's okay,” Jisung says and winks at you. ”I've got him for that.”

Then he walks by you and takes your hand. You smile at Doyoung, before Jisung yanks your arm and you both disappear into the hallway.

Doyoung is left naked and alone on the bed. He may be empty and sexually satisfied, but in this moment his heart is hollow and broken.

The Dating Ban series now takes a break. Let me know what you think so far and your wishes and desires as I write the next few stories 🙂