#and it’s actually today it stops being supported. so i guess i had time. however i am still not going to figure this shit out

[wpmz]

was lowkey stressed about the animal crossing pocket camp club journal not being supported anymore after tonight and not knowing if theres an archive anywhere only to find out theres already an archive on the wiki. godbless u animal crossing pocket camp wiki

[peppermintquartz]

"What do you mean, a dance party? You mean, everyone actually danced?"

Buck places the forks and knives down in the sink and pulls on the rubber gloves for washing up. He still feels a little nauseous thinking about that moment, if he has to be entirely honest with himself, but he also knows how Tommy feels about Gerrard, so he just shrugs and nods. "Yeah. Hen's first order as acting captain, in fact. I guess they just really needed to cut loose."

It's a weighted lack of response behind him. Tommy spritzes the table and wipes it down, puts away the cleaning products and tosses the dishcloth onto the counter. Buck focuses on suds.

Then he feels Tommy's arms go around his waist and a soft kiss to the back of his neck, and a tension he didn't realize was there dissipates. It's not a flirtatious sort of intimacy that Tommy is initiating, however. Just a physical closeness.

"You know I don't like that old bastard," Tommy says quietly, "and I need you to keep that in mind, because I'm gonna say something that might annoy you."

"Um. Okay? Can it wait?"

"If I have to look at you when I say it, I might say something worse."

That sounds worrying. Buck takes a deep breath and stops washing the plates. "Alright."

"I'm so mad at Hen and Eddie and Howie right now, and I wish you had snapped at them," Tommy murmurs. "It was unprofessional of Hen, too."

"Babe-"

"I'm not done. I've heard him go off on guys before. Hell, I've been the guy on the firing line. And I know, I know I was a coward, I know I used to be the guy who kept his head down and I know I was the guy who was relieved when it wasn't me. Because that was how we used to survive, pushing another forward to take the heat. But he left, and the 118 became better. And then he came back, and I was afraid for you. For all of you. But I thought, well, even if he's running the 118 now, you guys have each other's backs." Tommy's embrace tightens subtly. "I don't like that none of them had your back."

Buck breathes out shakily. "They do, Tommy. They keep telling me to not talk back, to just leave him be. I was just the one who couldn't. A-and I just... I was lucky today. I could've lost my job because I wasn't able to..."

"Did you want to hurt him?"

Buck bites his lower lip. He takes a long moment to collect his thoughts. "I wanted him to shut up." He shuts his eyes and shakes his head. "If my timing had been off, if that saw had been a second faster... Tommy. I could've killed him."

Tommy holds him as shudders racked through his big frame. "You didn't, you didn't. Baby, you didn't."

"I could've," Buck repeats. "And no one... None of them, none of them were listening to me, they didn't wanna hear- Eddie was just. He. He said I saved him, and I told him I was just trying to hit him, and they were so happy and I was so scared-"

He isn't going to cry, not over fucking Gerrard, but there's a helplessness that's bubbling to the surface. It's a minor issue, compared to all that had happened, especially with that plane landing. His heart was in his throat almost the entire time until everything settled down.

"You're not wrong to have been scared," Tommy says fiercely, protectively. "You're a good man, Evan Buckley. And I know that you wouldn't have wanted to hurt him, even though he more than deserves it." Another moment, another kiss to the back of Buck's neck. "I don't want you to have to bear any guilt. You did save him. And they were being way too flippant and dickish about all of it."

And today Buck saw first-hand the level of trust Bobby has in Athena, and the fear Bobby hides under all of that confidence. He sees it now more clearly than ever, because he has Tommy, who is holding him and supporting him for a moment that bothers Buck more than it bothers anyone else.

"I'll get past it," he says aloud. He leans back into Tommy and sighs. "Thanks."

"Tell me I shouldn't call Eddie to tell him off. Or Howie. Or Hen, for unprofessional behavior."

"Don't call Eddie to tell him off." Buck smiles and turns to press a kiss to Tommy's cheek. "Or Howie or Hen. They're all stressed. They needed that moment."

Tommy huffs. "You're a better man than I am."

[megamindsecretlair]

Fall Into You

Pairing: Kevin Atwater x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female and male receiving) teasing/mocking, cum play, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. Slight power imbalance, Kevin is a landlord and reader is the tenant. No sexual favors being exchanged.

Summary: Hoping to beat the storm, Kevin comes over to fix your sink. However, the power goes out and you get to know your new landlord a little better.

Word Count: 7,402k

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A/N: Hello, my loves. This has been on my brain for a while and a special gift for @babybratzmaraj. I guess I should stop apologizing for writing so much, the story gon' need what it needs. ONE SHOT. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

Taglist: @planetblaque @browngirldominion @we-outsiiiide @iv0rysoap @thecookiebratz

The doorbell tore you from your thoughts as you looked out of your window. The TV stated that the storm was only getting started. Only getting started…

You inwardly groaned and fixed your glasses, heading to your door and checking the peephole. Kevin Atwater stood on the other side and your heart fluttered just seeing him. You stepped back, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

“Kevin! Thank you! You didn’t have to come today. This storm looks nasty,” you said. 

Kevin smiled and shook his head. He wore a black puffer jacket zipped up and carried a small toolbox. “No problem, I promise. Chicago’s seen worse and you need a working sink,” he said. 

You stepped back and let him inside, hoping that your glasses didn’t fog up from the sheer sexiness that entered your apartment. 

“Huh, you decorated since last time,” he said.

You looked around at the cozy space. The walls were standard, plain cream, but you made sure to dress it up with paintings in soothing blue and ocean pieces that reminded you of your hometown. The boxes had been cleared away since the last time Kevin was over to fix your bedroom door.

“Yeah, had to make it look like I actually live here,” you said with a giggle. 

Kevin laughed with you. He placed the toolbox on your small, round kitchen table and took off his jacket. You busied yourself with tidying up your clean apartment. You picked up the bowl of fruit just to…put it right back down on the sink. 

You had to look anywhere but at the deep burgundy button up he wore. Or the peek of a black tank underneath. His bulging arms or the way his hips sloped just so. You had to look away so that he wouldn’t see the neon “horny” sign on your forehead.

You could not crush on your landlord. It was several kinds of wrong. But how could you not? He was so tall, charming, funny, and sweet. His juicy pink lips have been the star of multiple fantasies lately. 

“...help you with that,” Kevin was saying.

“Huh? Sorry…” you said and gave him a sheepish smile. Your mind tended to go on little vacations. Especially where Kevin Atwater was concerned. 

He smiled at you and began rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “I said what did you do with the boxes? I told you I could help you with that,” he said.

You waved him off and dropped down into a nearby kitchen chair. “You already do so much for me, Kevin. I really should be paying you,” you said. 

“Rent’s just fine with me. I told you to call me for whatever you need,” he said. His eyes lingered on you a second too long before he licked his lips and started rummaging around in his toolbox. 

You were incapable of thinking anything but dirty thoughts when he spoke. Whether he meant it that way or not. He brought the toolbox closer to your sink. He flipped the faucet and the pipes groaned. A loud, groaning sound as if there were ghosts dancing in the pipes. 

He flipped it back off and gave you a look. “You ain’t tell me it was making that kind of a noise,” he said.

“I told you it was a noise,” you said. You shrugged your shoulders and he chuckled, licking his lips as he went back to looking at the sink. 

“I was thinking it was a small noise. Like something just needed some WD-40,” he said. “That…sound bad, right?” He asked.

“You’re asking me?” You shook your head dramatically. “If I knew anything about fixing sinks, I wouldn’t have asked you here during a storm.” You still felt guilty about that. You told Kevin that you could wait until it passed, that running water wasn’t that important in the grand scheme of things. You had bottles of water and the bathroom sink worked just fine to wash your hands. 

As your mind wandered, you weren’t paying attention to Kevin getting closer. You didn’t notice as he stood in front of you and dropped down to a squat to look you in the eye. You shrieked when you finally saw him as he seemed to have teleported from the sink. 

“There is no way in hell I’ma let my favorite tenant live here with no running water. So no more need to apologize, right?” 

His raspy voice made you lose all coherent thought. You twiddled your fingers since he was too close and you gave him a light, nervous giggle. “Stop. I’m not your favorite tenant. I’ve seen the way Mrs. Brennan looks at you. Like you hang the moon,” you said.

Kevin chuckled and stood up, going back to the sink with the toolbox in his hand. He hummed. “I helped her out with something and now she keeps trying to set me up with her granddaughter,” he said. 

“Oh? Does Kevin Atwater have trouble meeting women?” You teased. 

He laughed as he opened the cabinet underneath. You hadn’t had a chance to get to the store for proper cleaning supplies. So far, all you had was bleach and Pinesol, a small bucket, and a pack of sponges. It was on your long, long, long list of things you needed in order to feel settled in this place. 

The wind roared outside and it shook the windows. It howled. The heater was on but did little to combat the chill in the air. You would never feel settled here. The winters were a different breed. Designed to freeze you to the toes and wrack your body with uncontrollable shivers. 

“I meet plenty of women. But timing and circumstances are never there,” Kevin said. He settled onto his back and turned off the water to the sink. He began working, leaning forward to grab a tool and then use it under the sink. 

His shirt rode up revealing a soft middle that you wanted to sink your teeth into. He was solid and stocky, built for sturdiness. 

“What do you mean by timing and circumstance?” You asked.

“Well, I did have a thing with someone but wasn’t exactly healthy. She didn’t like that I’m a cop,” he said. 

“Hate to break it to you, but you’ll find that a lot of people won’t like that you’re a cop,” you said. For you, it was always, “fuck cops”. After meeting Kevin, now it was, “want to fuck that cop in particular”. 

You looked useless sitting there at the kitchen table, but what else were you supposed to do? You still had some unpacking to do but you didn’t feel right leaving him alone. The place didn’t feel like yours yet. Your manners prevented you from leaving him to it as if he were some servant only here to do a job. 

“That’s fair. But can’t stop me from trying,” he said.

“That’s the spirit. Are you a romantic?” You asked. You heard the words after you spoke them and shook your head, not that he could see. “Sorry, that’s rude. You don’t have to answer that.” You pushed your glasses back up your nose and blew out a quiet sigh. 

“Nah, it’s cool. I guess, yeah, I would say I’m a romantic. Just waiting for the right girl. How ‘bout you come help me? Hand me that wrench,” he said. He pointed to something in his toolbox.

You stood up and got closer to him, getting down to your knees and sitting back on your legs. You picked up the nearest wrench and handed it to his outstretched hand. You shared a look with him as he took it from you and began loosening a bolt on the pipe. 

“You? You into the whole thing about romance?” He asked.

“Uh, yeah. I believe it exists. How anyone can find love here when you’re freezing your ass off is beyond me,” you said.

“It’s all about layers. Undershirt, thermal, overshirt, sweater, hoodie, jacket. You’ll be warm enough,” he said.

You giggled. “Warm enough? I’d be sweating worse than…” You successfully caught yourself before mentioning sex. You bit the corners of your mouth to prevent you from giggling about that. Something about Kevin Atwater turned you into a giggling mess like some kid with a crush. 

“Worse than what?” Kevin asked. 

You glanced at him. His pink tongue poked out between his lips as he worked on the bolt. The screeching from the metal grated a bit and you winced. 

“Worse than a sauna,” you finished lamely. He flicked a glance at you as if he knew that wasn’t what you were going to say originally. He left it alone as he hummed and returned to the bolt. 

“You get used to it,” he said.

“This type of cold? No thanks,” you said.

Kevin chuckled. He sat up from the sink and fixed his shirt, lowering it over the glimpse of his stomach. He looked at you and smiled. “There’s more to Chicago than just the winter time. We have the best pizza. Everybody friendly, they just loud about it. Tell you what, why don’t you finally take me up on my offer to take you to Molly’s? It’s run by a couple of friends. They’re nice people, we’d all protect you, and you’d be able to get out and enjoy some things around here,” he said. 

“A bar full of cops, doctors, and firemen? I’d feel so intimidated,” you said. You shook your head and giggled. 

“Don’t. You need to get out,” he said.

“Pot, meet kettle. How many times have you been out this week?” 

“Fair. But if you go out, I will too,” he said. 

You held his stare and bit the corners of your mouth again. “I have so much to do here already,” you said. You didn’t like that you kept turning him down but the thought of meeting that many people at once? You wouldn’t survive it. 

You knew Kevin would be nice and show you around but being at the center of attention was unbearable. 

“One day I’ll get you to say yes. If you’re gonna be here, you may as well make some friends. I think you’d get along with Stella. You remind me of her,” he said. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, tough, no nonsense, funny, sweet,” he said. 

“Please,” you said and giggled. Was this Stella single? Did they have something going? 

Kevin opened his mouth to say something else when the wind howled louder, tearing your gaze to the window. The window shook and the lights began to flicker before they spasmed out. You shrieked as you were shrouded in darkness. 

The pale, white glow of the outside gave your apartment a blue and gray tint. Like waking up in the morning and the sun was still hiding behind clouds. You stood up and went to the window but you weren’t sure what you were looking for. Only that the snow and hail seemed to fall harder, peppering the ground. 

“Shoot,” you said. 

Kevin stood up and moved behind you, placing one hand on your hip while he leaned behind you to look outside as well. His warm hand scorched your skin as he looked one way and then another. 

“Let me see if it’s just us. Lock this door behind me,” he said.

You’d never seen this side of him yet. The kind that took charge. A new authority entered his voice, one that did not entertain disobedience. He turned and walked out and you followed behind to close and lock the door. 

You paced your kitchen as you waited. You didn’t know why. Lights went out all the time. He was perfectly safe going to the basement to check the circuit breaker. Minutes passed while you piddled around, cleaning up runaway socks on the floor around the hamper. 

Still had things to unload in the bathroom, but without light, you couldn’t see what you were pulling out of the box. It was too awkward holding your phone’s flashlight and the items. 

A knock on your door made you jump but then you checked the peephole. Kevin stood there with his hands in his pockets, glancing around. You opened the door and let him back inside. 

“Power’s out on the whole block. I already put in a call with utilities. With this kind of storm, there’s no telling when they’ll get out,” he said.

You sighed. “Oh, Kevin, I’m so sorry!” You said. You should have pushed him harder to stay home. To fix it another day. 

“Hey, what did we say about apologizing?” He asked.

“Sorry! I just feel so bad. Oh! I said it again, sorry,” you said. You slapped a hand over your mouth as you couldn’t stop apologizing for trapping him here. Now what were you going to do? He couldn’t fix your sink in the dark and there was no power to cook so you couldn’t offer him a meal. 

Kevin crossed towards you, invading your personal space. “No more apologizing. It’s okay,” he said.

“Well, I was going to save these until after. Since you’re stuck with me, we have cookies to hold us over,” you said. 

“If I had to be stuck anywhere, I’m glad it’s with you,” he said. 

You smiled and tugged on the sleeves of your purple shirt. Now that the power was out, that meant your heater was too. “Shit,” you said, realizing.

You told Kevin and he nodded. “Have you unpacked something to drink? I’ll show you how us Chicagoans stay warm,” he said. 

“That’s the first thing I unpacked,” you said. You left his overwhelming presence and went to your kitchen. The plate of cookies were wrapped on the short sink so that he wouldn’t have seen it. You wanted to surprise him with gratitude for all the hard work he did around your place.

You opened a cabinet and grabbed two glasses. They clinked together as you placed them on the sink and went to a small pantry, taking out a bottle of whiskey. Kevin joined you in the kitchen to help and he whistled at the bottle. “Basil Hayden?” He asked.

“Did you expect something girly?” You asked. 

“No ma’am, just didn’t take you for a whiskey type,” he said. He grinned and joined you at the table. 

“Now, we don’t want to get wasted but the goal is to keep a steady drink going to stay warm. So how ‘bout some questions to get to know each other? Since we got all this time,” he said. 

“Is this an interrogation?” You asked with a giggle. 

“Naw, just two friends getting to know each other. So we either answer truthfully or take shots. Up for it?” He asked. 

“I’m game if you are,” you said. Kevin took the lead by pouring tiny shots for you both in each glass. He pushed your glass towards you.

“You can go first,” he said.

You tapped the glass and thought about a good question to ask. “I’ll go easy. What’s a secret you’ve never told anyone?” 

“That’s easy?” He asked.

You nodded. You pointed to his glass. “You can always drink up if that’s too hard on you,” you said.

He smirked. “A secret I’ve never told anyone…I once met my celebrity crush at a mall signing. She signed a poster for me. I…still have it,” he said and smiled.

“Who! Who’s your secret crush?” You asked.

“Aht, it’s my turn. Worst heartbreak?” He asked.

“Easy questions, huh?” You asked.

He shrugged. “You don’t become friends by finding out each other’s favorite colors.”

You thought about it and nodded. You told him about your worst heartbreak and how you dealt with it. How difficult it was to move on from it. 

You went back and forth asking safe, but deep questions that required more than yes or no answers. You learned more about him and if it was possible, you fell for him even more.

“How in the world are you single?” You asked when it was your turn again. 

Kevin chuckled and played with his glass. So far, you had taken a few shots too nervous to answer the questions he asked. He had only taken two. One for when you asked about his parents and one when you asked about his first love. 

“I wish I knew. I date; you make it sound like I hide in my house after work. The shit I see every day, sometimes I just need to get it out of my head. Dating on top of that just seems cruel,” he said. 

You nodded. You could respect that. You had no idea what it was like being a cop. Seeing the worst humanity had to offer and still have to come up with hope for the people who survived. Dealing with the press and the community painting cops as modern day boogeyman. Still. He was too sweet and strong to not have someone. It was criminal. 

“How come you don’t have anyone?” He asked.

You fixed your glasses and shrugged. “May be a surprise to you but guys these days are…nasty. They send unsolicited dick pics, they can’t hold a conversation, and think women owe them something for buying them a drink. Like…I didn’t ask for the drink so why does that mean I have to open my legs or suck them off? Especially when they won’t even go down on a woman!” 

Kevin’s surprised face made you suddenly feel the alcohol loosening your limbs and warming you up. It definitely loosened your tongue. You groaned and rubbed your forehead. “Sorry, that’s TMI,” you said. 

“I would say take a drink every time you apologize, but then this bottle would be gone.”

The word was on the tip of your tongue and you bit it to keep from speaking it. He smirked at your attempt and you rolled your eyes. “You don’t know everything,” you said. Well, the door was open…

“What is your ideal woman?” You asked.

“Ideal? Shit, I just want someone I vibe with. That thinks like me. Has goals,” he said. 

“Beauty? Brains?” You asked.

“Why won’t you go to Molly’s with me?” He asked.

You smiled, remembering that it was only one question per person. “I don’t know anyone. Meeting new people sucks. I don’t have the personality for great first impressions,” you said.

“You know me,” he said. “I would make sure you’re good. And you are great at first impressions. I wouldn’t have rented to you otherwise.”

“You are just being nice like always. Why is it important for me to go to Molly’s?” 

“I want you to feel welcome here. Feel like you belong so you can stay,” he said. 

You ducked your head, playing with your glass. The soft slide of glass on the table was the only sound in the room. Outside, the wind continued to howl as the storm carried on. You shivered, despite feeling toasty from the whiskey. Your skin felt icy. “I moved here, Kevin. That’s about as permanent as it gets.” 

Kevin scooted closer. He had to spread his legs wider to accommodate your chair. The smell of him invaded your senses. The smell of whiskey on him made your head fuzzy. He brought his hand up to caress your cheek. He gently turned your head to look at him.

“This may be the drink talkin’, but you feel this too, right? Between us? If I’m imagining it, let me know now,” he said. 

You looked at his lips and then back up to his eyes. He caught the movement and did the same, his gaze drifting down your face and then back up again. 

“You’re not imagining it,” you said. 

Kevin leaned over and captured your lips in a sweet, tender kiss that warmed you up quicker than the whiskey. You returned the kiss, sighing, tongues dueling with each other. 

“Hmm, knew you’d taste sweet,” he said. He pecked your lips once, twice, and then lingered on the third time humming. 

Emboldened by his actions, you leaned out of your chair. You climbed into his lap, wrapping your hands around his shoulders. Kevin sighed and put his hands on your hips, squeezing every so often. 

“You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he said.

You smiled and kissed him again, rolling your hips. He groaned and his hands went lower to grab your ass. He gripped and massaged your ass, squeezing painfully enough to make you cry into his mouth. He growled hearing the sound, kissing you with more passion after each kiss. 

“I want you, Kevin Atwater,” you said against his lips. 

“Are you sure?” He asked. He leaned back and looked into your eyes. “If you’ve had too much to drink–” 

“Shut up,” you said with a grin and kissed him. 

You had been playing this subtle game between each other for weeks as you signed your lease and moved in. The first time you called him to tell him about your stuck doors, he showed up the next day he was free. He made conversation easy as he fixed the doors. He immediately put you at ease. 

He found that your closet door was stuck too but he didn’t have time to fix it at the time. He told you that he would be back and again, he made it so easy to talk to him and time flew by when he was around. It was like you didn’t have time to think about being nervous when he was telling you about must see attractions to Chicago. He kept talking about the pizza and promised to bring one over.

He made moving there for work not feel so lonely. You were worried if you would find friends outside of work. No matter what, work friends were not true friends. 

You kissed him again, your hands drifting down to start unbuttoning his shirt. The alcohol wasn’t affecting you in the way he thought. It only lowered your natural anxiousness about being bolder. Funner. More open. Going after what you wanted.

Now that you knew you weren’t crazy, that he wanted you as well, a dam broke. Kevin matched your desperateness to get your clothes off as well. 

“I know another way to stay warm,” you said. 

Kevin chuckled. “I told you I can help with whatever you need,” he said. “I keep my promises.” 

You finally got his shirt loose and pushed it off of his shoulders. He had huge muscles, showing off a physique that made you lick your lips in anticipation. His thighs bunched underneath you and you moaned, rolling your hips against his pelvis. 

His erection was thick against his jeans. Kevin grabbed the edges of your shirt and pulled it off you, revealing your bra. He moaned and kissed around your chest. His hands traveled up and down your back, warming it up just like he promised. 

The black tank he wore underneath looked damn good on him but it had to go. He stopped kissing your chest long enough to let you remove it.  Your hands explored his chest while he put his mouth over your nipple through the fabric. 

You moaned, throwing your head back and giving him better access. He took the opportunity you presented and sucked on your titty until the fabric was soaked with his saliva. Your nipple became increasingly sensitive under his attention. You were hissing and shaking by the time he finally let go and admired his handiwork.

He switched to your other nipple, giving it the same love and attention as the first. You squirmed in his lap, unable to stop moving. Your hands moved to the back of his neck and held him to you. He groaned and continued to tug and suckle on your nipple until it was sensitive as well. 

As a big girl, it was not easy to feel small. Dainty. Delicate. But you felt like that in Kevin’s capable hands. You felt worshiped. Adored. The soft light coming from outside made the room feel like a bubble. Like time stopped somewhere outside and you were free to explore. To breathe. To cherish this moment with Kevin. 

He licked the swell of your breast outside of your bra and you moaned. He kissed up your neck until his lips found yours. Until he was nibbling on your lips and licking away the sting. He sucked on your bottom lip and you felt the tug in your pussy. 

You were uncomfortably wet. You felt your arousal dampening your panties. You didn’t know how much longer you would hold out. Or survive. 

“You squirming a lot there. You feelin’ good?” He asked.

“Yes,” you moaned. 

“What I’m gon’ find when I take them panties off?” He asked. 

“Me, excited. Ready for you,” you said.

“Ohh, you a little naughty on top of being sweet?” 

You didn’t have time to answer. Kevin stood up, holding you, cupping your ass so you didn’t slip. He kissed you while he held you. But your heart was thumping. Thundering. “I got you, don’t you even worry,” he whispered against your lips.

The apartment was small so he crossed the space in a few steps to get to your bed. He gently laid you down and stepped back to admire how needy you were. How you stretched out on the bed and made a sublime vision of wantonness. 

He bit his lip with a smirk as he unbuttoned your jeans and tugged them off your hips. Your breathing was rapid, out of control. Your chest rose and fell in quick succession. Your skin felt alive and electric. Like he needed to enter you right this second or you’d spontaneously combust.

“Look at you. Needy little thing,” he commented. His hands spanned the expanse of your thighs, rubbing and kneading. 

“Oh, Kevin,” you moaned. 

“So you ready for me, huh?” He asked. You watched through slitted eyes as he tilted his head. How could he be in control right now? Had it been that long for you? 

You were too busy packing and saying goodbye to family and friends to worry about getting your rocks off. You were too busy working and unpacking in Chicago to worry about finding someone to relieve the pressure. The past few weeks, it had been you and Roman the Rose. 

“I’m so ready,” you said, making him chuckle. 

He took off his shoes, socks, and jeans and you watched him unveil parts of his body you imagined. Lusted over. Pictured way too often to ever tell him the truth. 

“Mhm, we gon’ see,” he said. He joined you on the bed. Kneeling on it, the bed groaned under his weight and you smiled. Your bed had been previously unprepared for someone of his size. He dropped his lips to your chest slowly. When his breath fanned over your nipples, you moaned and twisted away from him.

He completely covered you, however, so there was no place to go. He licked the swell of your breasts again, glancing up at your reactions. You were mesmerized by him. Under his spell. One of his hands slipped up your thigh and you twinged. Goosebumps pebbled your skin but you felt like you were on fire. 

He pressed a thumb over your panties and pushed in, digging the fabric past your pussy lips and groaned at the wet glide of it already. “Oh shit,” you moaned. 

“Hm, look what I found,” he said against your skin. 

His fingers played with your pussy over your panties and you kept moving, twisting, writhing against your bed and underneath him. Every so often, his thumb would grace your pussy lips. That hint of skin to skin contact made you hiss and roll your hips against his hand. 

Kevin used his teeth to drag down the cup of your bra. He grinned finding your dark nipple and then he latched on, swirling his tongue around it in a way that let you know he’d do the same to your pussy when given the chance. 

Your breaths were choppy. Belly flipping. Pussy throbbing. Hands clutching your sheets and yanking. 

Your orgasm was tearing through you, stealing your breath like a thief. Stars exploded behind your eyelids as rippling pleasure traveled throughout your body. Kevin hummed through it all. 

“Look so damn pretty when you cum. Gon’ look even better when I get in there. I bet you’re gonna feel good ridin’ this dick,” he said. His raspy voice was its own brand of magic. Your nipples were still sensitive under his ministrations and the painful tug felt delicious. 

You whimpered. He used his teeth to drag down your other cup and gave it attention as well. His tongue flicking across the dark areola. “Shit!” You moaned.

“Mhm, let me hear it,” he said. His warm breath fanned across the wet spots he left behind and you shuddered. 

“Kevin, please,” you begged.

“Naw, that beggin’ shit don’t work on me,” he said. 

You whimpered once more as he rolled your nipple between his teeth. His hand went back to rubbing your pussy but this time, he finally slipped underneath. His thumb teased the area around your clit, never quite hitting it and teasing you with no mercy. 

“Oh fuuck,” you moaned. You turned your head to the side and bit your sheets, turning distraught at the realization that he was going to take his time with your body. He was an explorer. He was a master conductor fine tuning your body and learning the sounds you were capable of producing. 

He sucked hard on your nipple and your back left the soft sheets, arching away from the bed. “Augh,” moaned. 

At the same time, he dipped a finger into your entrance getting his finger wet up to the knuckle. “Nice and fuckin’ wet. Fuck,” he moaned. 

You hissed as he moved his finger in and out. His thumb continued to tease your clit, never directly touching it. It was a dual sensation that drove you insane and contracted on his finger.

“You gon’ feel this good squeezing on my dick?” He asked.

“Uh-huh,” you said and nodded. Hell yes you would. He just needed to believe you and get inside you already. You moved your hips against his finger and he hummed in appreciation. 

“Oh, impatient too. You wanna cum again?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yes, please, I wanna cum,” you whined, your voice tinny and weak. 

“Good girl, using your words without me having to tell you. A’right, I’ll let you cum,” he said. He pushed a second finger inside you and then began pumping in earnest. His thumb moved to rub circles around your clit and you came instantly, shouting and twitching.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you moaned as you came, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Kevin placed kisses along your chest as you did so, keeping up his particular brand of torture. He slowed down as your breathing returned to normal. 

“Hmm-mm,” I can get used to that,” he said.

You struggled to your elbows and looked at him. “Fuck,” you panted.

He grinned and stood up. He slipped his fingers out of you and then licked them one by one. He moaned, closing his eyes. Fuck. It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen. He licked his fingers like runaway scoops of brownie mix left on the spatula. 

You were getting worked up looking at him. He was distracted. You smirked as you leaned forward and pressed kisses to his stomach. He tensed up at the contact and you looked up at him. 

He grinned at you, grabbing you by the throat. Your eyes fluttered closed. He hummed. He pulled you into a kiss. A wet, sloppy, loud one that made you hiss and scoot closer to him. You were dripping, soaked. Every movement you made called attention to the fact that you were wet as hell.

“I got somethin’ for you, but I wanna eat first. We didn’t get to them cookies you baked,” he said. 

Your eyes turned watery. “Please, let me touch you, Kevin,” you said. 

He planted another kiss on your lips, lingering to swipe his tongue around your lips and diving inside. Your pussy ached. You’d never felt so empty in your entire life. “You’ll get your chance to make sure my dick wet for you. I don’t wanna hurt you when I finally fuck you,” he said.

You sighed painfully through your nose. Your vision swam with tears. You were beyond horny. You didn’t think you were this insatiable. You had two orgasms already but you wanted more. You wanted more from him. 

Kevin licked his lips and removed his hand from your neck.. He rubbed your lips with his thumb and then gave you a sweeter kiss this time around. “Now lean back and let me get to eatin’,” he commanded.

You needed no further encouragement as you flopped back onto the bed. He peeled your panties off, cooing at the dripping mess you were. “Hm-mm,” he sighed. He kissed your thighs as he slipped your panties off. He licked your calf. He threw your panties somewhere behind him and it landed with a soft, wet plop. 

You would have felt embarrassed usually. But there was nothing but pure, uncut lust. You could taste it in the air. Feel it burning you inside and out. 

Kevin hummed, stroking himself through his briefs. He spread your legs and watched as your arousal slowly leaked out of you. You felt it roll down the crack of your ass and shivered. Cool air blasted from somewhere. The wind continued to howl, adding to the soft orchestra of sounds you were currently making. 

Kevin knelt down slowly and got into position between your legs. He put them over his shoulders and yanked you down to the edge of the bed. His arms hooked underneath your legs and spread you open for his meal.

He blew slowly across your wet clit and you shivered. The anticipation was worse. You couldn’t stop moving, shaking, yearning. Kevin laughed and kissed your clit. He hummed. “Taste so fuckin’ good already. You’re so wet, baby,” he said. “Gonna drown in this pretty pussy.” 

“Fuck, Kevin!” You shrieked. 

He chuckled. “Calm down, what you cussin’ for? I ain’t even do nothin’ yet,” he said. 

You whined, rolling your hips. “Please, please, please,” you begged. You couldn’t take this teasing. You weren’t used to it. Had you even had sex before this? You thought you had decent lovers before. Men who knew what they were doing and had you screaming until the cows came home.

But Kevin? Kevin eclipsed any man that came before. You were a virgin all over again. This was your first time and your partner was an expert. A sex demon sent straight from hell. 

“The more you beg, the longer I take,” he said. He licked outside of your pussy lips. He went as far as the seam and pulled back, licking down ‘till he reached your entrance. His tongue just crested the surface of it. 

“Okay, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You yelled and huffed. 

Kevin continued to tease you, drawing curses and screams and yells as he explored your body. Your thighs shook violently. Tingles turned to pinpricks against your legs the longer he held them open. 

Wave upon wave of desire flooded your system. Your hands played in his hair as he worked, savoring you. He hummed every so often when you tugged on his hair or made a sound that sounded like you were near death. Near leaving this plane of existence forever.

You stopped trying to plead with him. You become engrossed in the pleasure he was giving you. You and it were one and you surrendered to the feel of him. He finally pushed in further, drawing his tongue close to your clit.

“Auhh,” you croaked.

Kevin kept going, swirling his tongue. His sloppy, loud eating was seduction personified. He sucked so hard that he made noises with your pussy. 

You couldn’t say anything to let him know that you were enjoying yourself. You couldn’t encourage him to keep doing what he was doing. Your mind was gone. Gone on a different trip this time. 

He sighed against your pussy and then flicked his tongue on your clit. It was your undoing. You cried out, pupils blown wide as you came and came and came. Shivers wracked your body. Kevin held you down in his powerful arms, helping you weather the tempest rushing through you.

Your fingers dug into his wild hair and pulled. It didn’t seem to faze Kevin. He continued to eat you out as if searching for the next meal course. He ate you on the way down from the high. You moaned and bit your lip, hoping pain would help dull this type of ecstasy. It did not. 

Kevin smacked his lips as he slowly stopped, rolling his tongue one more time. He leaned back and surveyed his work. You heard him smacking his lips. “Makin’ such a big mess for me,” he whispered. He kissed your pussy and then leaned back. 

Your eyes found his. He smirked. His beard dripped with your essence. Entire lower jaw was wet and you saw trails of your slick in his beard. He rubbed it in, moving his hand to work in what you left on him. 

“How you feelin’, gorgeous?” He asked. 

“Like I died,” you said.

He chuckled. “Well, now you got some work to do. Get this dick wet,” he said.

He helped you into a sitting position. You yelped, feeling the giant pool you made on the edge of the bed. You were definitely going to have to wash these immediately. He grabbed your throat, tearing your thoughts away from the bed and back onto him. 

He leaned down and kissed you. Fuck, you tasted good on him. You smelled yourself and it only turned you on more. He sucked on your bottom lip and then swiped his tongue up. He made out with you and you somehow dripped more. You were a veritable slip and slide at this point. If he entered you, he’d face no resistance.

He pulled back and you smiled goofily at him. He smiled back. “Even better than I been dreamin’,” he said. He leaned back and let you go. You watched as he removed his briefs. Your eyes widened at the size of him. 

He was long and thick, a deadly combination. Maybe all the prep time was more from necessity. Had he tried entering you without lube or without foreplay, that shit would hurt. You were no punk though.

You fixed your glasses and greedily took him into your mouth. You were not as nuanced as he was. You did not have time for games. You had been desperate to touch him, taste him, and explore him in the same way he did to you. You sucked the tip of him and he hissed, hands going to the side of your face.

You pushed past his hands, sucking as much of him down as you could. You used your hands on the area you couldn’t get to. You spat on his dick and used it to let your hands glide better. 

“Sweet fuck,” he moaned. 

You sucked on him, remembering to breathe through your nose so that you didn’t pass out doing this. Your pussy throbbed as he continued to moan and throw his head back, rolling his neck. Your drool slipped past your lips and coated his shaft. You flicked your tongue across his tip and he jerked his hips forward.

His hands on the side of your head gripped you harder and pushed you down on his dick. Deeper than you would normally take someone. You had been worried that you would puke or something. However, you relaxed your throat and worked together to soak his dick with your saliva and make sure that he wouldn’t hurt you on entry. 

“Fuck, right there. Right there,” he moaned. 

You moaned right back, loving the way he took control of his pleasure and used you. “Let me cum in that pussy, baby,” he said.

You looked up at him and he licked his lips. You nodded. “Yef,” you said around his dick.

He slipped out of your mouth and you sucked in deep breaths. Your head was light. Floating. Soaring. You licked your lips and rubbed your cheeks to get the ache out. But Kevin grabbed you roughly and flipped you over on the bed.

“Ouee, shit,” you groaned. You sniffled. Fuck, he was ruining you for any other guy. You would never be able to have sex with anyone else ever again! Was it too early to propose? Was it too early to ask him to move into this tiny apartment with you and deliver this every night on demand? Would that scare him away? 

His large hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you back. One hand left as he guided his dick to your entrance. You sighed. There was no reason to beg him not to tease you. He wouldn’t listen either way. 

Kevin shoved inside in one hard thrust that brought those stars back to your mind’s eye. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuh,” you moaned. 

As suspected, he slipped in easily thanks to the foreplay and you sucking him off. He groaned as he was fully seated and began rolling his hips, giving you long, deep strokes. He grinded in your pussy and you began to shake and shiver on him. 

“Throw that shit back like you want it,” he said. 

You listened, throwing it back. He was stroking so hard that you couldn’t brace yourself. You dropped down to your elbows and raised your ass higher. He moaned as he stroked deeper, hitting your sweet spot and making your toes curl. 

“Kevin, Kevin, Kevin,” you chanted.

“Yeah, I know I’m hittin’ that shit. Bounce it back,” he said.

You moved your hips faster, matching his pace. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked back. Your head snapped back, a bite of pain on your scalp. “Auh, auh, auh,” you croaked.

His thrusts made your ass clap on him. “Mhm, gripping that shit,” he moaned. He twisted your hair again, yanking your head back a little more and stroking into you with precision. 

“Oue, baby, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned. “I’m cumming, baby.”

“Cum on then. Cum on this dick so I can nut in this pussy,” he said.

You cried. You exploded. You were ripped apart as the orgasm burrowed through your system. Your legs shook and twitched. Your pussy gripped him tight, making him snug as he pounded. 

Kevin continued stroking until he groaned and busted inside of you. Hot pulses of cum signed his name in the crevices of your pussy and you moaned with him. 

He slammed inside of you two more times and stilled, panting. He slowly worked his way out of you and you groaned. You immediately flopped onto the bed. Strength left you. Your energy was gone. 

Kevin’s quiet huffs let you track him through the apartment. You heard water running and then he was back, cleaning you up. You whined, crying and pushing away from him. He cooed at you and gently cleaned you up. 

Sleep tugged at you. You yawned. Kevin returned. You were putty in his hands as he moved you away from the mess you made. “I know another way to warm you up too,” he said.

“Hm,” you sighed. 

He chuckled as he got you out of the puddle. You sighed, curling up now that you were in a dry spot. Kevin placed something onto the wet spot and then got in bed with you, pulling your back into his chest. He spread out covers over you. 

You had just enough thought to take off your glasses and put it on the nightstand next to you. 

His hand came around to rest against your titty, still clad in your bra. He threw one leg over you and your body instantly warmed up. He was a space heater. You snuggled into his warmth and were out like a light, with a giant smile on your face.

The END.

The Secret Kevin Atwater Files

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𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒! Sae Itoshi

you're his guilty pleasure, his wildest fantasies and dirty secret.

♱ content/warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, unprotected sex, implied m masturbation, sae being a simp for you

♱ a/n: I initially wrote for the other boys too but I got impatient so I'm posting this first 😋

♱ tags: @blueparadis @tokyometronetwork

♱ wc: 0.7k

When he overheard from the guests that his favorite model was watching the match, Sae got distracted from his deep train of pre-game thoughts. His teammates were silenced in a heartbeat when Sae hastily got up from the bench and out of the locker room, visibly in a sense of urgency.

“Find [ Y / N ] [ L / N ]. And give her the best field side seat. I don’t care if they’re filled, find a way.” He instructed the men lined before him.

So when you were told that “Sae Itoshi got you a VIP seat.”, it was something you cannot decline. You came to support his team, but it was to your surprise that Sae even knew about your existence.

The game went smoothly and his team won by a landslide of goals. While you were shown on the big screen in between breaks and the hosts commenting on your presence, your favorite part of the game was sharing an eye contact or two with Sae. So once the game was over, you pulled every string you could to get a hold of the man. You just had to meet him.

“Miss [ Y / N ] [ L / N ] requests to meet you at the country club.” Although it would’ve been more convenient if his security didn’t blurt it out in the team’s locker room, Sae felt proud that he practically got asked out by one of today’s hottest models in front of the other guys.

“Damn, I guess you’re ditching our celebration for your reward?” Sendo banters. “Yeah, screw you, guys.” Sae flatly spoke before changing into casual clothing. “What happened to ‘I want nothing but to be the world’s best’?!”

Sae couldn’t believe it— he’s exactly the man he once mocked. Walking blocks in risk of being seen by fans and media, all to meet you. So as soon as he sees you by the bar counter, he makes his presence known with a gentle tap on your shoulder. You made sure to thank him for giving you a vip seat before buying drinks for each other. The place was cozy enough to keep you conversing, like the usual ‘getting to know’ lines. But this time, it was actually interesting to have a date with someone who was famous in a whole other industry.

However, the night fell darker, and more and more people started to recognize the two of you. So in a leap of faith, you invited Sae into a more private domicile.

“Nghmmh! Sae~ s’too big…” You could tell that your risk paid off when Sae practically had you fold in half on the bed; your legs lifted to his shoulders and his fat cock buried in full penetration inside you. “You deserve it, angel…” Sae weakly smiled in an airy breath, hindering himself from cumming too soon.

He’d thought about this very moment on several occasions, especially right from the first time he saw your voluptuous frame and beautiful face on the cover of Vogue. Sae was too overwhelmed with wild and filthy thoughts when he’s practically living a lot of men’s wildest fantasies. “Pretty princess~” Sae spoke in between kisses on the surface of your cleavage. “Just as perfect as I imagined~”

Your grip on his biceps tightened when Sae’s fingers started tracing over your curves. “D-don’t stop, please, Sae…” You suggestively bit your lip before taking his hand up to your lips and sucking on his thumb whilst keeping hot eye contact. Sae almost came from the gesture, but instead, you felt him rut his hips harshly into yours, your toes curling in an instant as his tip kissed your cervix

Sae had you moaning his name again and again, just as much as you made him moan and jerk to your magazine bikini photos.

Sae was strong and skillful in his movements. He left no inch of you unattended. Not when he had one hand grabbing your breast like his personal stress ball, his thumb circling your clit in eight figures, and his lips practically making out with your thigh all while pushing his length to the deepest ends of your tight cunt.

Sae Itoshi had just officially made himself the best hookup of your life.

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The Rookie Prodigy - Carlos Sainz x Driver! Reader Part 5

Plot: You are a rookie coming into the 2022 season of Formula One into Alfa Romeo with team member Zhou Guanyu, being in a mid tier team can you help them rise up the ranks. What pressures occur for the only rookies within the 2022 line up!

As said in your interviews you did spend the time in the break working on your fitness. You and Zhou stayed in Switzerland the whole time, you both were in the gym pretty much everyday.

You guys watched as your team made core improvements to the car, using lots from the Ferrari currently on the grid. You knew the car would be quicker for Italy and you were excited to race there as it was a track your car would do well in.

You didn't think much about what happened with Carlos either, because why would you. It was a heat of the moment thing where there was an obvious attraction to Carlos, he had the hair, the puppy dog eyes, those soft muscles and the accent. The accent was the thing that really got you.

You'd worked too hard to get to where you are now and you weren't going to risk neither your job, nor your reputation for a guy. Regardless of how insanely attractive you found him.

The break between your last race in Australia until IMOLA felt very short despite it being a two weekend gap. Your mind was extremely clear and you were ready for this weekend.

You and Zhou flew to Italy from Switzerland and went right to the track. You both messed around for the whole of media day to the point where people couldn't actually find you both.

You were causing chaos round the paddock, running up and down the strip seeing who could do it the quickest or seeing who could sneak into a different teams hospitality and take a snack.

When media did find you, both you and Zhou couldn't stop laughing at everything the both of you were saying. Sometime's you'd say a joke to him in Chinese which obviously had the two of you screaming of laughter while the team and presenters awkwardly tried to work out what was so funny.

You eventually answered the racing related questions which everyone especially your PR managers were happy for even though you couldn't tell them about any of the improvements on the car. Just that you felt like this would be an more interesting race putting you into the higher mid field than you were right now.

Race day came so soon, and after being told to attempt to sand bag a little in FP1 coming 11 overall. You ended up qualifying 8th overall, which wasn't what you or you team were looking for but after running into some last minute car issues you just weren't there.

Saturday was awful, because of those car issues you didn't actually manage to get out for FP2 and went straight into the Sprint race. Luckily you were in points position coming in P7.

When it came to the race your car was fully ready and so were you. Zhou however had the opposite of you, where he had to have work done on his car when in Parc-Ferme conditions so he had to start from the pit lane.

You'd managed some immense overtakes throughout the race and you managed to come P4. It was your highest position yet and your race engineer couldn't be happier with you.

"Amazing race Y/N, guessing you had changes to the car after Australia and well, we really got to see your driving abilities up there today. You know considering that was a mid-field car, you really really showed us what you are made off!" the interviewer offers.

"Yeah it was a fantastic drive, just shy of a podium. Lando, was driving extremely well and defended from me until the end and I cant congratulate him more for that podium. Is it okay if i call this short, I want to be there to support my friend!" you smile, looking at the time next to the clock by the interviewing knowing the podium would be soon.

"Yes, yes of course!" she shoos you away, making comments on how you have some of the purest and kindest relationships on the grid.

You ran up to where all the Mclaren and Red Bull workers stood. You waited off to the back waiting for Max, Sergio and Lando to come out.

"Hey, we haven't spoken for a while" a voice says behind you making you jump a little.

"Lewis?" you ask in shock, looking around to see if anyone else was here from Mercedes but he seemed to be alone.

"Yes, Y/N?" he asks looking directly at you.

"What are, what are you doing here?" you ask.

"Just watching the celebrations. Well done on the race today, you did amazing!" he compliments making a light blush come across your cheeks.

"Thank you, I er, would say the same for you but today was a kind of shit show for you!" you smile softly.

"Yeah, the car had no pace at all. I'll come back next week in Miami!" he smiles rubbing your shoulder. After a minute of silence he starts the conversation up again.

"I haven't really spoken to you for a while, what's been going on?" he asks titling his head to the side.

"I've just been focused on getting better, I-" you say about to mention Carlos but decide against it.

"You what?" he pushes looking over at you.

"Ceremony is starting, shhhhh!" you smile putting a finger up to your lip and cheer loudly as Lando comes out onto stage. Your jumping up and down, making him laugh and shake his head. All the McLaren workers turn to look at whoever was celebrating more than them, laughing when they see you.

"Of course it's her!" one of them jokes, before turning back as Sergio walks out shortly followed making the whole of the Red Bull Team go wild.

You stand there respectfully as the Deutsch National Anthem starts to play. Once it ends and everyone starts to leave where they are you turn to Lewis.

"Did you want to go out in Miami, I know this amazing Vegan restaurant and I think your personal trainer will be happy with what they serve there" he offers and you think about it for a few seconds.

I mean, Carlos literally cornered you and kissed you, but Lewis he was just asking you to dinner as friends before the next race.

"Yeah sure, I'd like that. I don't have any friends in Florida. So having one will be nice!" you smile, before your PR manager comes up to you explaining that you need to go to the race debriefing.

You and Lewis had of course been photographed in the paddock together and loads of media accounts had gotten a hold of it.

Carlos had seen these posts, some of them particularly the tweets suggesting that you were both flirting and other posts suggesting that you watched the podium together.

He was shocked at first, he was angry that you would reject him the way you did and then say yes to Lewis.

But after he had some time to cool down and realize what had actually occurred, he came to the conclusion that these posts were the exact reason you couldn't be in a relationship with him. Everyone was always up in your business and it meant that whatever you were doing outside of driving they would use to critique your skills.

You probably had just bumped into Lewis at the podium ceremony and that picture was taken at the perfect time for the media to stir ridiculous stories about Lewis asking you out on a date in Miami to a Vegan restaurant.

He understood why you said what you said, now seeing how easily picked apart your life was. But he wanted to change that, he wanted to be able to be with you without all this animosity.

But how the Miami weekend would change things Carlos or yourself wasn't prepared for.

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Heyyy could you please write something with Chris where he teaches y/n how to play football and it turns out she’s actually pretty good at it… thanks :)

Hope you like it!!

Chris MD- Full of surprises

You and Chris had only been dating for four months and things had been going really well. You had met his friends but had yet to appear on camera, it was by choice from both of you. You had a normal job as a veterinary nurse so were weary of the limelight and Chris cautious after his last relationship. The jokes about his dating life on camera had stopped however so some people assumed Chris was off the market but they would have a hard time finding you. The two of you had met at an Arsenal game, your brother was meant to go with his friend but he got food poisoning so you were asked instead. It wasn’t the most romantic story meeting your boyfriend while queuing for the toilets at an Arsenal match but stranger things had happened in the world. He was sweet, cracked a few jokes and you were like putty in his hand. He, well he couldn’t believe he had found someone as beautiful as you at an Arsenal match, the fact you supported the same team well, it was love at first sight.

Your first proper date you went for drinks and you saw his face fall slightly when you explained you had been dragged to the game by your older brother and would much rather spend the time going out with your friends or hanging out with your dog but his face switched to a look of determination before saying

“I will get you taking penalties by the end of the year.” You just laughed a response, he had no idea.

One of the things that surprised you about Chris was although he loved football and it was a huge part of his life and mainly his career, he wasn’t as obsessed with it as you initially thought he would be, he had a bunch of other interests many of which aligned up with yours. He was an outdoorsy person and loved nothing more than going for a walk with you and your dog, a four year old keeshond called Sven. You both loved food and rotated between going out to eat and cooking at home. Being a vet often your dates at Chris’s were interrupted by a certain Mr Arthur TV who loved to chat animal facts with you. Being a busy person with a relatively stressful job one of the ways you liked to escape from the world was watching trash TV, one of your interests Chris just could not get on board with but he loved a cuddle so he relented and sat on his phone grumbling while you watched Married at First Sight Australia.

“I think it’s only fair that if I have to sit through this shit you have to try and do some free kicks,” Chris groaned, it wasn’t even British why were you so invested in this?

“I guess it’s only fair,” you sighed but tried to hide the small smirk which started to creep up on your face.

“We’re doing a very small shoot next Wednesday, we can have a play around then?” Chris suggested knowing you had the Wednesday off as you instead worked one Saturday a month in your vet’s office.

“Okay. What should I wear?” You asked all innocently knowing that in the bottom of your wardrobe tucked away were a pair of old football boots, although you could buy new ones for the occasion.

Due to the private nature of your relationship you had only attended two of his video shoots, when Chris filmed videos the set up tended to be about five different cameras at different angles so it was hard for you to stay out of shot, also ChrisMD shoots tended to be long, very long. Today was different however, he was only shooting some adverts which gave him and you plenty of time to mess around once he was done.

“So we’re going to start off just with some penalties and then with some free kicks, there is a difference then we’re going to get the ball launcher out and see what we do there, maybe add in some bicycle kicks you know see how we go,” Chris explained and you giggled, partly because he had no idea what he had let himself in for and partly because of the way he just spoke.

“You went straight into video mode there with your little speech,” you teased noticing how he was explaining to you how he would explain to any of the boys in his quite rushed tone.

“I can’t help it. Do you know the difference between a penalty and a free kick?” He asked as he picked up one of the balls and started to slowly roll it around in his hands.

“There’s a difference?” You asked putting on as much of an innocent act as you could muster, running your hair through your ponytail. Chris sighed and started to explain things as you say and nodded, shuffling your new football boots on the grass trying to act all coy.

“Okay, let’s try a few shots on target first and then I’ll go in goal,” Chris offered as he handed you the ball.

“Okay, I can do this,” you said to yourself as you placed the ball on the spot where Chris was pointing. You drew a deep breath before exhaling sharply taking four long strides back. You glanced at the ball, the goal then the ball again before striding forward quickly, hitting the ball with your right foot and watching as it flew straight into the top right hand corner of the net. You looked at Chris who stood there with agape.

“Isn’t that what you call top bins?” You giggled as Chris just nodded, he couldn’t find any words to express how proud or surprised he was.

“Let’s check it wasn’t a fluke,” he finally responded as he retrieved the ball and handed to you once again. You went through the same routine, placing it on the spot and taking a few steps back before running and this time flicking it with your weak foot and watching it smash into the back of the net once again.

“Ah… how???” Chris asked in shock as you picked up another ball and started to do keepy uppies.

“I used to play,” you shrugged now holding the ball, Chris furrowed his eyebrow in confused.

“But when we met you said you didn’t want to go to the football.”

“I didn’t. I’d much rather do other things but that doesn’t change the fact I used to play from the age of six up until the age of fifteen,” you finally explained coming clean. Chris smirked, picked up the football gloves from the ground as he started to stamp towards the goal.

“Oh now it’s war your l/n,” Chris teased as he started to stretch from the goal line.

“Bring it on Dixon.”

[brairslair]

FEEL BETTER? ˗ˏˋ P.B.P ´ˎ˗

“all you have to do is ask”

confident!peter parker x shy!gf!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.0k

REQUESTED: no requests are open! fandoms: marvel, stranger things, harry potter (any era), scream

WARNINGS: fem reader, shit writing, established relationship, peter and reader are implied to be in college/uni, SMUT (18+), very little plot tbh, heavy praise kink, softdom!peter vibes, fingering (f!rec), very light nipple play, SUPER slight dacryphilia if u squint, peter is talkative, not proofread and written instead of sleeping, lmk if i missed smth!

A/N: is it 8am? yeah. did i just spend the last two hours writing this mess? also yeah. enjoy!

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18+ remember to like, comment, and reblog to support my writing!

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Six hours. That’s how long it’s been since you showed up at Peter’s front door. Six hours spent right next to him, talking to him, touching him, and yet you still find yourself longing for more. Even now as you sit between his legs, back to his chest, his hands kindly twisting at your hair, your thoughts have you squirming in your seat.

The two of you had set up this study date a few days back, anticipating the opportunity to spend time together (without sacrificing your grades). Unfortunately, you were having a hard time focusing on schoolwork.

No matter how much you tried to focus on your paper, you couldn’t stop your mind, and your eyes, from wandering. You caught yourself staring at how pretty his hands looked as he hurriedly wrote down equations, admiring how cute he looked sitting crisscross in his plaid pajama pants and science pun t-shirt, how his voice sounded just slightly deeper when he was concentrating, or how soft his lips look right now. You actually thought you were going to lose it when the praise “Good job, babe. This looks perfect!” fell casually from his lips while reading your completed assignment, sealing it with a kiss to your temple.

You felt like you were going insane, but the thing is, so was Peter. You hadn’t seen each other for nearly three weeks prior to this study date, outside of passing in the halls or a quick call before bed. Between you trying to prepare for a major presentation coming up and Peter’s multitude of responsibilities, neither of you had much energy, let alone time, left to spend on anything else.

Of course, you love everything about Peter, unconditionally. That includes his web-slinging alter ego. However, it can get a little frustrating having to go weeks on end without being able to hold a conversation with him. Especially when all people talk about is the amazing spider-man, listening to girls fawn over your boyfriend for hours a day, and feeling just as fangirl-ish. You found yourself daydreaming about him to pass the time, acting like a schoolgirl with a hopeless crush.

Seeing him again after so long with so little contact is like a wake up call for your senses. You'd been so buried in your studies that you didn’t even realize just how much you missed him until you knocked on his front door.

- “Are you okay?”

Your thoughts dissolve as Peter draws your attention back to the present. When you snap back to reality, you’re immediately reminded of what caused the spiral of daydreams to begin with. You can feel the warmth of his body behind yours, the contour of his toned chest pressing against your back. You feel your whole body heat up.

“Mhm, I’m great!” you squeak out, internally wincing at the shakiness in your voice. Your usually bright and vibrant tone is completely gone, replaced with something resembling more of a whisper than anything else.

Safe to say, Peter isn’t buying it.

His best guess is that you’re upset about something that happened today. Maybe stressed about the presentation you have coming up. He knows it sometimes takes you a while to open up, so for now, he decides to let it go. In an attempt to settle your mind, he slides a hand down your arm to lace his fingers through yours.

Unfortunately, it does the exact opposite. The innocent action leaves a trail of goosebumps behind and makes your breathing pattern pick up ever so slightly. You can only hope that Peter doesn't notice.

He does.

“Are you cold?”

You shake your head, taking deep breaths to steady yourself. “No, I’m alright.” Loosely translated, means I actually feel like I’m burning from the inside out.

“Do you not like the movie? We can change it if you want to watch something else.” he offers sweetly, leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder. “You’ve been all spacey for the past half an hour.”

Your breath hitches, feeling like you’ve been caught red handed. Of course he would notice. He may be a little oblivious sometimes, but when it comes down to it, Peter knows you better than you know yourself.

“The movie’s fine.” You struggle a bit to formulate a response, feeling your whole body heat up like a furnace. To evade the silence, you stutter out a weak, “I was just… thinking?”

You immediately want to light yourself on fire, deciding the silence would have been better.

“Thinking about what?” he asks. Not prying, just curious. “Must be something pretty important. Your heart is beating a mile a minute.” He softly laughs at his own words, causing you to shrink into yourself. He’s not laughing at you, but it definitely feels that way.

You fidget with Peter’s fingers in your palm, eyes locking on the movie as nerves wrack through your body. “It’s nothing.” You speak so quietly, he’s thankful for his enhanced hearing.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.” you can practically hear the concerned furrow in his brow as he brings your still interlaced hands to his lips, leaving feather-light kisses to each knuckle. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

His patient and caring nature never fails to make you fall more and more in love with him, if that’s even possible.

Then, as if you weren’t enough of a mess, what really does it is when Peter leaves the faintest kiss to the base of your neck. A gesture meant to signal patience and understanding towards your “anxiety” only causes your thighs to squeeze together against your will, and before you can think enough to stop it, an airy, barely audible whine escapes the back of your throat, so soft it could pass as a sigh to the average ear.

Nothing about Peter is average.

He stills against your skin, causing your eyes snap open in horror as the realization hits you. Manicured hands immediately cover your face to shield you from the embarrassment.

They don’t stay long as Peter wastes no time in reaching up to gently pry your hands away. You feel like you could burst into tears at any moment from the sheer shame and frustration.

“Hey, hey-”, he holds both hands gently, rubbing sweet circles to soothe you, “No need to be embarrassed. You can talk to me.”

You don’t move your gaze from your lap.

“Come on, beautiful. Look at me.” He asks so gently that you comply before you can even think otherwise. His eyes are soft and kind, looking at you with all the love in the world. He makes you feel safe.

“Is that what you’ve been thinking about? Hm?”

You blink up at him owlishly, feeling like there would be a question mark floating over your head if you looked up.

“That’s why you were all spacey? You were thinking about me…” he leans his head down, lips grazing your collarbone, “kissing you?”

Your breath catches.

"Or, maybe..." your eyes are glued as he moves his hand from your hold, delicately trailing it down your stomach, past your hip, and slowly down to the inside of your thigh. So close to where you’ve needed him for the past three weeks. “-you were thinking about me touching you?”

Your heart rate picks up by a tenfold, and Peter can hear it hammering in your chest.

Waiting for a response, he’s met with nothing but your heavy breathing. He carefully digs his fingertips into the doughy flesh of your thigh. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to touch you?”

Another airy whimper tumbles from your lips, reluctantly nodding in response to his questions, needing him too badly to care about the shame you feel at your neediness.

Peter smiles, rewarding your response by trailing his sweet kisses up your neck, taking his time to feel you shiver under his touch. His warm lips finally reach the shell of your ear.

“All you have to do is ask.”

He resumes his attack on your neck, now bolder in his movements as he licks and bites and sucks at your skin, trying to find the spot that makes your eyes flutter shut.

Caught up in the feeling of his warm mouth against your skin, you don’t even notice as he hooks your ankles over his, slowly spreading your legs wider and wider, until your skirt rides up your legs.

Peter smiles against your skin when a shaky sigh reaches his ears, your hips bucking up in sync. He’s found it. Peter focuses all of his attention on that spot, nipping and sucking at it until you’re sure he’s going to leave a mark. The hand on your thigh squeezes gently every time you move your hips, and you have to chew on your lip to stop the mortifyingly desperate sounds from spilling out.

“Is this what you had in mind, baby?” the words rumble against your skin, sending a chill down your spine, “Is this what you needed?”

Your hips buck again at that, pouting with the hope that he takes the hint. You feel your body melt into him when his tongue darts out to soothe the fresh mark he’s left on your neck.

Of course, he does get the hint, but there’s no way he’s letting you off the hook that easily.

He inches his hand higher and higher up your thigh, slipping underneath the pretty little skirt he had bought for you as a gift a few months ago. You tense in anticipation.

“What is it?” amusement evident in his tone as he asks you. He loves that he gets to be the one that makes you this needy. “Come on, baby. Tell me.”

You almost sob in frustration, not wanting to say it out loud, but the ache between your legs is becoming unbearable.

His hand barely brushes against your panties, making your chest tighten as you suppress the urge to grind into it.

“Tell me what you need me to do.”

You can’t handle it any longer.

“Please!” You all-but shout, free hand grabbing at his arm, “Please touch me, Pete!” You cry out, already sounding wrecked and he hadn’t even really done anything yet.

Peter beams at how vocal he had gotten you, leaning his head further down to meet your lips for the first time since you got here all those hours ago. It felt like drinking water after being stranded in a desert for days. You missed the way his lips felt. The way they tasted. You crave more.

Then, he mutters two words against your lips that manage to make your hazy brain short circuit.

“Good girl.”

Your groans are pathetic, being swallowed by Peter’s tongue as he rocks his palm against you through your pretty pink panties.

He can’t help but laugh a little, giddy at the sounds spilling out of you at even the lightest touch of his hand.

“Is that better?” he asks, breaking away for air. “This what you've been daydreamin' about?” He already knows what you really want, he always does, but he wants to hear you say it one more time. Just one more confirmation and he’ll give you anything you need.

Now that your mind is so clouded with pleasure, you don’t give it a second thought. “More-” you can’t barely get out a sentence between mewls, “Please, Peter, I need more-”

Before you can say another word, he’s pushing your underwear aside. Your head falls limp against Peter’s shoulder as he gathers your slick, dragging it up to finally circle your puffy clit.

Without his mouth to drown them out, your moans flow freely from you, drowning out the long-forgotten movie playing in the distance. Peter goes back to kissing your neck, deciding to mark every area of your skin that he can reach.

“I’m sorry, baby.” he soothes, nipping at the skin right under your jaw, his own heartbeat jumping at every noise he pulls from you, “Bet you’ve been achey all day, huh?”

You nod your head, barely registering his words as pleasure rolls through your body.

He lets out an almost mocking “Aww, honey…” as you buck your hips against his fingers, “Been so patient for me, huh? Waiting all day for me to make you feel good?”

“Mhm” mixed with your pants, words tumble from your mouth without a single thought to how eager you sound, “Feels so- ohhh… sososo good-”

All you can think about is the way Peters rough fingertips feel absolutely euphoric as he swirls and flicks at your clit, and how his lips sear every inch of your skin, and how his scent and his warmth consumes and takes over every thought floating around in your blissed-out head.

“You sound so pretty-” he peppers hot kisses across your shoulder, “Making so many pretty sounds…”

Peter bends his legs a little, which in turn, bends yours. The move spreads you out just a little bit more, but its enough to send little shockwaves of pleasure through you, making you jolt and gasp at the feeling.

Peter loves the way you look when you get like this. Skin sticky with heat, eyes screwed shut, mouth hanging open in bliss. He thinks you looks like a goddess.

Your moans start to sound more and more like a plea, hips grinding against Peter’s fingers subconsciously as you feel the heat slowly taking over. You need more.

“Peter, pleaseee-“

“Shh, It’s okay.” his fingers glide down to your entrance, coating themselves with slick, “I’ve got you, pretty girl.”

Your eyes practically roll into your skull as he slips two fingers inside of you with ease. The stretch feels incredible, and you can’t help but squeeze the hand that's still holding yours, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Oh my god-“

Peter kisses back up until he reaches your lips again, grinning as you can barely reciprocate. The gentle nature of his kiss makes your head spin and your core clench around his fingers.

“Doing so good for me, sweetheart.”

You feel your lashes begin to collect tears at the overwhelming feeling pulsing through you. This has been building up for weeks.

“Always so good for me.”

Achey little noises spill from your lips onto Peter’s, breathing labored and heaving as the only thought filling your head is Peter Peter Peter.

Then suddenly your mind goes completely blank, gasping back a choked moan as your body goes limp, jaw slacking against Peter’s deep kisses. Your whole body feels like it's buzzing with electricity, and your head feels static in the most amazing way.

Peter pulls back for a moment to watch your face scrunch up in ecstasy, as he rubs against your spot over and over and over again. “There she is.” he coos, admittedly a little proud of himself, and you’re too fucked out to pick up on the mocking tone. He watches in awe as you start to fall apart.

“Takin’ my fingers so well, baby.”

You start to clench tighter around him, using your free hand to grip his wrist like a vice. Peter goes back to kissing your open mouth, sucking and nipping at your bottom lip as you pulse and twitch under his touch.

Panting turns back into whimpers which turns into tears as Peter massages your walls just right, hitting all the right places and stretching you out sooo perfectly.

You can feel pressure building up rapidly in your stomach, back arching up as your body starts to shake from the intensity. Peter shifts so he can watch the way your hips chase his fingers and your chest heaves for air.

“You’re so close, sweetheart. You can do it.” he praises, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge, “Almost there-“

The knot keeps winding tighter and tighter, and whiny begs and pleads start to pour out of you. Lots of “Oh my god, Pete“ or “Please” and “So good-“

Hand over yours, Peter glides your intertwined hands up your body and over your arched ribcage. He slides your hands under your his t-shirt, using his thumb to push your smaller one back and forth over your peak, a long chant of mumbled Peter’s tumble from your kiss-bitten lips.

“I know, baby, I know.” he consoles you, copying the pouty tone of your voice, “Just feels too good, huh?”

You nod your head frantically, still not catching onto the the tease, only caring about chasing your release.

He presses his lips to your ear, “Waited so long for this, honey. You deserve to feel good.”

He pumps his fingers a little bit faster.

“Gonna make you feel so good-“

You start to grind your hips up again, gasping when his palm rubs against your clit with each thrust.

“Pete-” the knot is getting tighter, “Oh my god, Peter- I’m…“ and tighter, “I’m gonna-”

“Let go for me, babe.”

Thats all you needed for your vision to go white hot, mouth falling open with a silent scream as stars dance behind your eyelids.

“There ya go”

“Just like that, pretty girl”

“Let it all out, baby”

He peppers kisses on your burning skin and slows his movements as he works you through your high. As you come down from it, your body goes limp on top of him, a lazy smile stretching on your lips. Peter can’t help but smile too, chest swelling in satisfaction that he was the one who put that smile on your face.

You wince a little as he slowly pulls his fingers from your core, eyes following as he brings them up to his lips to clean them off.

“Feel better?” this time you can definitely hear the cockiness in his tone, smacking him weakly on the arm. “Shut up.”

You turn around just enough to kiss him. This time, it’s slow, and careful, and loving, and you have to pull away and bury your face in his chest to hide the lovesick look in your eyes. Both of you burst out giggling, and Peter can't stop himself from wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you as close as possible. He’s missed you more than you could possibly ever know.

As relaxation coats you like a warm, fuzzy blanket, you shift your weight to get comfortable.

“Ah, don’t-“

Peter squeezes his eyes shut, hissing at the sudden pressure and gripping your hips to keep you still. “Can't do that...”

Now it’s his turn to get flustered.

His face goes beet red as you jump up in confusion. When you look down, you notice a painful looking bulge in his jeans. Your stomach twists with the knowledge that you did that to him.

You weren’t the only one who’s been touch deprived.

“Oh! Sorry…” you giggle a little at the accidental stimulation, looking back up at Peter with a playful smile of your own. “Your turn!”

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part 2??

[haru-natsuka]

Eccentric Party Night (Rei Sakuma x Reader)

I know most of the stories I post are about Twisted Wonderland but in truth I used to love Ensemble Star a lot and even watched their anime and searched about their story further as it is actually based on a game. I have always been in denial that Ensemble Star will post a MV for Eccentric Five as the unit just produces a song and their unit is actually no longer around after the bad things Eichi had done to them. But, guess what guyssss! Ensemble Star recently did post the Eccentric Five MV and I cried in happiness. Now, their happy faces are even stuck in my head and the only remedy for this is for me to write a story about them. As my all time favourite is Rei so I would write a story specific for him.

It was not a shock anymore how talented Yumenosaki students actually were. Their talent was beyond reach as every student held a unique skill that only they could master. You would never stop to be amazed every time you see them perform since the first time Rei showed you their live concerts. It was truly remarkable to watch and at that time you felt the urge to fly back to Japan and witness all of it with your own pair of eyes instead of watching them just on a flat screen. 

'Rei, please bring me there when we go back to Japan. You better promise me'

'This beautiful lady seems excited hmm?'

As some misfortunes happened, Rei needed to go back to Japan first and left you here abroad so you can continue to help with Rei's task in resolving conflicts in Yumenosaki's sister schools. After one year of having a long distance relationship, you managed to return back to Japan and met with Rei again. However, Rei was not the same as the last time you saw him. You actually did notice the change in his demeanour when both of you were talking and texting but you never raised the question to him. You assumed he was being fine as this was Rei we were talking about. The very person everyone is seeking help from because of his skills in solving every problem. You never knew the damage Eichi had caused on him, how Keito used him did truly change your man.

You felt guilty to not really help him during his low so when you enrolled as one of the producers in Yumenosaki Academy, you did all your best to support him and all of the ex-members of Eccentric Five which your boyfriend treasured so much although it no longer exists. You knew the reason behind one of the top units suddenly disbanding as Rei did tell you what happened.

You did not know how but after today you did believe in a miracle. The Eccentric Five showed back on the stage performing their one and only song Eccentric Part Night. Their members shone as what they used to be. No it was brighter today as you could see everyone jumping around and actually giving their best on the stage. Even your old man who used to not really do his best to move around a stage was jumping with Shu. You could see the happiness radiating from their faces. The true brotherhood they held on after all of these years.

All the hardships they went through had flashed in your mind which felt more like a nightmare than reality. The corner of your lips quivered as you tried to control yourself from sobbing while everyone was enjoying the show excitedly. Everyone was ecstatic with their performance but here you were rubbing all the tears that kept on pouring out of your eyes with the back of your hands. The make up you applied for this special occasion must be ruined already. It wan not like you cry out of grieve but more actually on the contempt feeling spread in your heart. As one of the audience who sitted on the front line, Rei did notice your state but before he could miscalculated your emotion, you mouth at him, 

I'm so happy for you

Immediately, when the performance came to an end you want to meet with Rei in the backstage who were laughing with the other Eccentric Five members. Everyone congratulated one another with their achievement tonight and even Shu acknowledged the perfection for the performance. You wanted Rei to be around his friends and let him enjoy his time with them more so you tried to be as unnoticeable as you can in the corner of the place. As you were just about to have a seat on the ground, a pair of shoes stopped in front of you and when you raised your face, Rei's smile greeted you. He crouched down to maintain the same eye level with yours before his thumbs caressed your leftover tears on your face. 

"How did I do, my lovely Y/N. Is it that bad until you cried?"

"This is the best I had ever seen, Rei. It feels so right to watch the five of you on stage again"

"It's thanks for your hard work Y/N. You make this possible. Thanks for always supporting me" He placed his forehead on yours and stared straight into your eyes lovingly. He slowly cupped both of your cheeks in his hand as he brought his lips closer into yours and shared a gentle kiss with you. In the background, you could hear some disgusted comments from the boys and Hibiki loudly shouted amazing as he usually would.

[leffee]

Day 6: Mayflower

Vinnie raised his fist but before it could reach the door it stopped, and a small squeak escaped its owner. This was going to be the day; the moment and his emotions were a mess of trepidation and delightful anticipation that made him shake at the mere thought of the door being opened. He stood rooted to the ground for a good five minutes trying to will his smile to remain the normal size. A grin, a smirk, anything would have been better at the moment, but he couldn’t deter the corners of his mouth from raising. 

Screw it.

But before his hand could even touch the wood, the door swung open revealing bouncy Sunil in the doorstep.

“O-.”

“You’re here!” Sunil grabbed Vinnie's wrists and pulled him inside.

“Woah!” Vinnie tripped over the doorstep but falling onto the ground was not an option as Sunil simply supported his entire weight and dragged him inside. “Uh, how did you know I was at the door right now? Were you watching me through the window or something…?” He chuckled nervously.

“Nope!” Sunil smiled and practically threw Vinnie on the couch, albeit gently. “I was just so excited I couldn’t stop myself from checking the door every minute, maybe even every second!”

“Yeah, I can see that. That’s great.” Vinnie felt that damn gigantic smile rapidly forming on his face again and quickly bit his lips. “You know, if you has been this antsy you could have just told me whatever’s the news through text or a call maybe.”

“Oh, no, no, no, no.” Sunil shook his head almost disapprovingly and grabbed his best friend’s shoulders. “Silly, Vinnie, this is way, waaay too significant to discuss over a mere text.” By the time Sunil finished his sentence his face was practically on Vinnie who tensed up.

“If you say so. But that’s good ‘cause I actually wanted to tell you something too…” Vinnie tugged half-heartedly at his shoulder. “Um, let me go? I mean, only if you wanna.”

“Oh, yes, I apologize.” Sunil did let go of Vinnie but didn't take the seat next to him, instead towering over his friend while practically bouncing on the balls of his feet once more. “That’s great then.”

“Okay, so I wanted to say that-.”

“But me first!” Vinnie leaned backwards at Sunil's playful yet undeniably excited tone. 

“Woah, pfff, okay, okay, you can go first,” He snickered and then added in a slightly quieter voice, “Otherwise I think you might actually explode. Bam!” Vinnie raised his hands in the air at once.

“Says you, but I can’t deny that it is a correct claim today. Now, shh.” Sunil put his index finger against his own lips making Vinnie hold out his hands in mock surrender. He remained quiet as his friend skipped to another room, returning what felt like not even a second later. This time however, he had an additional item with himself, a… bouquet? Vinnie’s heart skipped a bit as he glued his gaze to the little white flowers. Words bubbled up in his throat, but he gulped them down. “Guess what it is?”

"Flowers?”

“Why, yes, flowers, mayflowers!” Sunil brought the plants closer to the other who grinned.

“Aw, are those for me? You shouldn’t have.”

“No, sorry not sorry, but that’s not the case.” Sunil immediately pulled the bouquet back towards himself. 

“Well, they’re pretty and all, but I don’t get what’s so exciting about them?” Vinnie questioned, squinting his eyes at the flowers. Had he missed something? He didn’t notice anything unusual, then again, he didn’t know anything about mayflowers. “Are they like, rare or something? Oh, oh, yeah, and now you’re planning to sell them and will get lots of cash?”

“No.” Sunil shook his head while affectionately rubbing the white petals between his fingers. “Russell gave this bouquet to me.”

“Whaaat? Russell gave you a bouquet, why?” Vinnie frowned in thought, but then he noticed Sunil’s incredibly gentle expression. “...Wait, don’t tell me…”

“Well, I could, but that would be a lie.”

“And you… accepted?”

“The flowers or the confession?” Sunil smirked seeing Vinnie’s bewildered look. “I suppose it doesn’t matter because the answer to both is “Yes”.” When his guest didn’t react to the revelation, Sunil suddenly started feeling a bit bashful and looked down while covering his cheeks with the flowers. “I-I know I never said anything, and judging from your expression you didn't suspect anything either… but yes, I had been, well, still am, in love with Russell… I just never thought he would feel the same, but today he came, and the rest is history.” He smiled awkwardly.

“Oh, oh wow.” Vinnie broke his motionless state by shaking his head, his chest feeling tighter now. “Yeah, you’re right, I had no clue. I don’t know how it flew over my head especially knowing how bad of a liar you are.” Vinnie gave a small smile and walked up to his friend. “I don’t even know what to say, it’s a shock for sure, but congrats, I guess. I’m sure you’ll be such a good pair, I mean, like… a power couple or something, something good!” He stood up on his toes and gave Sunil a hug, despite his best attempt to avoid it the flowers still got on him, mostly tangling in his hair.

“Thank you.” Sunil returned the gesture with one arm. “Now you see why I wanted to talk in person, and as my best friend you have the honour of getting to know it before anyone else.”

“Heh, yeah, that sure is an honour.” Vinnie returned to standing flatly on his feet and coughed. “Ugh, but there might be one bad thing that came out of it, I think those flowers got in my mouth.” Sunil burst out laughing but stopped slowly when Vinnie punched himself in the chest and coughed again.

“Wait, let me see.” Vinnie opened his mouth wide and let the other look inside. “Ah, there it is.” Sunil grabbed the small object and threw it aside. “All gone.”

“You sure?”

Sunil checked Vinnie's mouth for any more unwanted petals and after making sure gestured for his friend to close it. “Yes, absolutely sure.”

“Thanks.” After a while of silence between the two Sunil perked up.

“You wanted to tell me something too, didn’t you? I’m sorry, I almost forgot.”

“Hm? Oh, um, well…” Vinnie went quiet for a moment while tapping his foot against the carpet. “You know what? I don’t remember now,” He said finally. “I guess all that news didn’t cause just you to forget about everything else.”

“Ha, maybe that is the power of love Zoe’s always talking about.”

Vinnie stumbled through the neighbourhood, his legs feeling as if they were merely dragging behind him.

“Hm? Are you going home already? Just because I already told you what I wanted to; doesn't mean you have to go.”

His eyes were downcast as he navigated the way by pure remembrance, his right hand trailing on the fence.

“I know, but I've just remembered that I need to do something. I’ve been putting it off and I had promised myself I would do it today, no more excuses.”

His chest still felt too tight and despite the fresh air, the breathing felt like a harder endeavour now than when he was inside.

“I see, alright, go if you need to, goodbye!”

Once at his house, Vinnie crawled upstairs and entered his room. He grabbed the small standing calendar off of his desk sloppily and eyed it. The date, 20th of May, had a big, red circle around it, or rather it had it until that moment because Vinnie spat on his palm and began rubbing the circle off roughly until it was nothing more than a wet spot. Next, he grabbed a marker and circled today's date - 1st of May, before throwing both items back on the desk.

He curled up on the bed with a huff before his eyes glazed over and slow, long tears which began streaming down his cheeks were accompanied only by an occasional whimper or sniffle.

“Nghhh, ugh," He let out but didn’t try to wipe the tears, instead letting them fall freely as he curled up more and more on top of the sheets. Just then, an itching sensation in his throat forced him to stop focusing on crying and start coughing.

After a few good coughs, his windpipe felt empty again as he forced the object out of it.

Vinnie raised his palm to take care of his wet cheeks but stopped abruptly once he really spotted it - a now fluttering to the ground object, a singular small, white petal.

But didn't Sunil say there weren't anymore…?

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I'll be honest, I was so dry for ideas with this prompt, I had one that was so ridiculous but I was still planning to write it for the lack of better ideas. But just then, once I was eating dinner and not even thinking about it, it hit me.

Mayflowers, flowers, hanahaki disease, duuuh! I mean really, hanahaki didease is like my favourite angst trope ever, it's genuinely so tragic no matter how it is written, the idea alone is enough to make me sooo miserably happy (but if it was real I'd be dead >.>).

Vinnie dying saga continues.

[gunilslaugh]

Missed Chances

Han Hyeongjun

Summary: You and Hyeongjun liked each other. Unfortunately you liked each other at different times.

WC:~1.8k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

A secluded park in the middle of the night. That’s where and when you first met Hyeongjun. Both of you were taking a late night walk in an attempt at clearing your heads a bit. Coincidentally the two of you ended up sitting on the same park bench. Your phone rang disturbing the silence. It was your mom, the reason you went out to clear your head. You and your mom were currently fighting at the moment. Not feeling like getting yelled at over the phone you declined the call and turned your phone off afterwards. You let out a frustrated sigh, throwing your head back.

“Things aren’t going well for you either?” The guy sitting at the other end of the park bench spoke up. You turned your head to look at him and shook your head.

“Nope, and I might have put my own foot in the grave by not answering that call, but I just can’t deal with it right now,” you possibly overshared. However the stranger didn’t seem to mind. 

“I basically nailed my own coffin shut, so I guess we’re in the same place. Literally and figuratively,” he chuckles at the end. You laugh slightly too. I felt nice.

“That’s the first time I laughed in a while,” you revealed. 

“Then at least I made someone happy today,” he looked on the bright side. 

“Thank you for that. I needed it,” you thanked him. 

“I should thank you too. Talking like this is nice. Much better than the other conversation I had today,” he thanks you as well. 

“I could say the same,” you tell him. “You’re actually listening unlike my mother,” maybe you overshared again. However, yet again the stranger doesn’t mind. He nodded before speaking.

“And you’re actually listening unlike my girlfriend…or maybe my soon to be ex,” he states.

“That bad?” you queried, scooting just a bit closer to the man, angling your body to face his.

“Yeah, that bad,” he sighed. He scooted ever so slightly closer to you and also angled his body towards yours. Mirroring your previous actions. “I think moms are scarier than girlfriends though, so you might have me beat,” he continued on more lightheartedly. 

“I am actually scared to go home,” you admitted. “I feel like I can already hear her yelling at me,” you told him. 

“What are you and your mom fighting about? If you don’t mind,” he asked you. 

“She doesn’t support my career path. Says it’s too unstable. The fact that I have to work three part time jobs should tell me that. I need to stop being stubborn, let it go,” you disclosed. 

“That’s pretty much what my girlfriend and I are arguing about too, oddly enough,” he informs. 

“Well don’t we have a lot in common,” you joked. 

“Seems like it. If we go based on that. Then I can safely guess that you told your mom that you wouldn’t give up on your career. She got mad, probably said a lot of harsh words, with your best interest in heart of course. The words hurt and you didn’t want to keep arguing with a wall, so you went to take a walk to clear your head. Even if it’s three o’clock in the morning,” the guy infers. 

“It’s like you were there,” you said. “Which means, you told your girlfriend that you weren’t gonna give up on your career. Resulting in her getting mad and telling you ruthless things. That they claimed to be the hard truth that you needed to stop being in denial about. It’s not like she wants to argue with you, it breaks her heart even, but you need to hear it because it’s what’s best for you. You didn’t want to hear it anymore and walked out, nailing your own coffin shut,” you took your guess. 

“That’s actually scarily accurate,” he leans back a bit. 

“Our situations are scarily similar,” you noted. 

“True, but I don’t have an angry mom to go back to, just a studio apartment. I’ll have to face the angry girlfriend eventually though,” he chimes. 

“Well in theory I have a part time job that starts at five, so I could just not go home. For a few more hours at least,” you quipped. 

“Sounds like putting your other foot in the grave,” he points. 

“Yeah you’re right. It’s just exhausting,” you say.

“Trust me I know it is,” he responds. “How about this? I’ll go back and face my angry girlfriend and you go back to face your angry mom. Not exactly doing it together, but we're not facing our problems alone either y’know?” He suggested. 

“One condition,” you held up your pointer finger. 

“What?” He asks.

“What’s your name?” You question. The guy laughs.

“We did leave out those details didn’t we?” He says. “I’m Hyeongjun,” finally you know the stranger's name.

“I’m y/n,” you told him.

“Then I wish you luck y/n,” him saying your name made you feel more excited than it should have.

“I wish you luck too Hyeongjun,” you put a bit more emphasis on his name. He smiles. Hyeongjun then scratches the back of his head awkwardly. “Can we meet again? Like back here tonight? Let each other know how it goes?” Hyeongjun questions. 

“I’d like that. Same time?” You checked.

“Same time,” he confirmed. The two of you then stood up from the park bench and said your goodbyes. You still dreaded going home, knowing you were about to walk into a war zone, but you felt better knowing that Hyeongjun was too. You weren’t alone. 

Hyeongjun and you continued to meet up even after that night. That park during the late hours of the night/early morning became a solace for you and Hyeongjun. Your guys’ friendship formed from the sense of kinship that you both shared. 

Only your feelings were a bit deeper than just friendship. You liked Hyeongjun. It would be hard for you not to. He listened to you, he understood you, he supported you. You met him when you were in a hard, dark place. He was in the same place as you, yet somehow managed to be a lighthouse. A source of safety and comfort. It was easy whenever you were with him.

The problem: he was still with his girlfriend. They sorted things out that night, like you did with your mother. You should have been happy for him, but when the words left his mouth that he and his girlfriend were working it out all you felt was disappointment. 

Months passed and there was always this part of you that hoped that whenever you would meet up with Hyeongjun at that park, seated on that bench in the dead of night. That he would say the words “I broke up with my girlfriend,”. It was selfish, you knew this. That’s why you tried to move on from your crush on Hyeongjun. No point in liking a guy who is in a relationship anyway. 

You ended up meeting Hyeongjun’s girlfriend at an open mic night where he was playing guitar. 

“Oh my gosh y/n it’s so nice to finally meet you! Hyeongjun talked about you so much,” she excitedly stated.

“He did?” You were a bit surprised to hear this. 

“Of course he did. I have to thank you actually. Hyeongjun said you helped him not give up on music. I wasn’t being a good girlfriend back then. You probably heard about that though,” she said a bit awkwardly. “But I digress, I’m just glad he had someone supporting him through those hard times. Is it ok if I hug you?” She questions.

“Yeah,” you opened your arms. She enclosed you in a hug happily. You felt really awkward about liking Hyeongjun right now.

“I broke up with my girlfriend,” Hyeongjun tells you. The words you had waited for, yearned for, finally left his mouth. After one year and seven months of waiting for them. Hyeongjun even broke up with his girlfriend because he realized that he had fallen in love with you.

The problem: you had a boyfriend. You met him while attending one of Hyeongjun’s sets. Hyeongjun knew this. In fact it was the night you told him about getting together with your boyfriend that he realized he was in love with you. He remembers how you excitedly ran over to the bench, almost tripping on it. 

“B/n and I got together!” You excitedly told him, smiling ear to ear. Instead of being happy for your new relationship he felt disappointed. Like he lost you, yet you were right in front of him. Hyeongjun tried, but he couldn’t keep being with his girlfriend after realizing he was in love with you. He ended things, deciding that he would wait for you. Even if there was a chance that that day wouldn’t come.

“I broke up with my boyfriend,” you told him, sitting on the park bench. The words Hyeongjun had waited for, yearned for, finally left your mouth. After two years of waiting for them.

The problem: well there wasn’t one. Not this time at least. There was finally no reason keeping the two of you from being together, so why are you two just sitting there on the park bench in the middle of the night?

“You know today is the anniversary of the day we met all those years ago? Right here on this park bench” you patted the bench. 

“Of course I remember. It’d be impossible for me to forget that night,” Hyeongjun replies. 

“I used to like you back then,” you revealed, leaning forward on your palm.

“What?” Hyeongjun asks surprised. He knew that he used to like you, but he never knew that you liked him too.

“Back when we first met. I liked you, but you had a girlfriend,” you explained.

“I actually used to like you too,” Hyeongjun confesses. Your eyes widened in shock. You never suspected that Hyeongjun ever liked you. You thought your crush was pointless. “I liked you, but you had a boyfriend,” he further explained. You laughed.

“We’re really just mirrors of each other aren’t we?” You stated. Hyeongjun laughs too.

“Really seems like we are,” he says. Hyeongjun shifted his body resulting in his knee brushing against yours. Were you two always sitting this close? 

“So, I liked you when you had a girlfriend and you liked me when I had a boyfriend,” you reiterated the situation. 

“Yep,” Hyeong said, popping the “p” at the end. “Looks like we missed our chance,” he added. His voice sounded like it had a sad tone to it. 

“We missed it then, but what about now?” You put to question optimistically. Hyeongjun smiles. 

“We both are indeedly single right now,” Hyeongjun declares. 

“Then we shouldn’t miss another chance right?” You stuck out your hand, palm facing upward. Hyeongjun placed his on top of yours, lacing your fingers together. 

“How could we?” He brings your laced hands to his lap. 

A secluded park in the middle of the night. That’s when and where you and Hyeongjun got together.

[pimo-and-sad-about-it]

Alright folks, today we're talking about AMATONORMATIVITY. And also allonormativity but mostly the first one.

Now, I do not claim for a second to be an expert on the topic, but I have seen the harm that this concept, particularly in relation to the church, can cause.

Amatonormativity, simply put, is the assumption that everyone is better off in an exclusive, longterm relationship, and that everyone is naturally looking for one. Allonormativity is the assumption that everyone experiences sexual attraction. (Feel free to correct if needed)

Now, needless to say, these are HUGE in TSCC. "Salvation is an individual matter, exaltation is a family matter." Thanks, Russell. It is literally a part of Mormon doctrine that you can only get into heaven if you are married (heterosexually, ofc). But dw, if you die single, there'll be someone waiting for you on the other side.

Now, for very obvious reasons, this is very damaging for LGBT individuals who can't maintain their celestial status if they marry someone of the same sex. That's a huge deal, and one of the main reasons why I stopped believing in God in the first place.

But today I want to talk more specifically about the part where "being married" is essential to living a godly life (which is bs, btw). (***Also this creates HUGE stigma around divorce in TSCC but that's another issue entirely).

A few years ago my sister came out as aroace. First to a family friend, then to me, then to the rest of our immediate family. I considered myself cishet at the time but was fully supportive. The rest of my family, however, had a bit more trouble with the idea.

My other sister did alright, but definitely had some concerns that she expressed to me later. My dad, however, didn't get it at all. He told my sister something to the effect of, "I want you to be happy, but I don't think this is how you can do it."

So basically. TSCC enforces the belief that you must be in a committed, heterosexual relationship if you want to live a happy and fulfilling life, let alone have a happy eternity. Guess my sister doesn't get to be happy then, huh?

Now I didn't really think about this TOO much until after I stopped believing. Because something really weird happened the moment I stopped believing in God, which honestly surprised me quite a bit.

See, I always wanted to get married, have kids, all that. I expected it. That was "normal." That IS normal in TSCC. But then I stopped believing, and all of the sudden that didn't feel like a necessity anymore. In fact, I wasn't sure I even WANTED it. Looking for marriage before the age of 25 just doesn't feel like a priority anymore.

That probably doesn't seem like a big deal to most people. But to me, it completely changed my worldview. I no longer live with the pressure of valuing a relationship over my individual goals/life. Simply put, I feel more free.

Now I'm in this weird situation where I'm not looking for romance and am not planning to anytime soon, but at the same time I'm telling to figure out if I'm bi? Which is a weird spot to be in, but knowing I can figure it all out at my own pace is honestly amazing.

So basically, this was really long and probably not particularly interesting, but what I'm trying to say is, YOU DON'T NEED A RELATIONSHIP TO BE HAPPY. TSCC claims that you do, but you actually just don't. If you want one, that's cool too, that's great, even! Just know that there's nothing wrong with you if that's not a priority right now, or ever.

DOWN WITH AMATONORMATIVITY!!!

[littleacebee]

To be seen or not to be seen

Ace Podcast Week, Monday: Cake & Garlic Bread | Seen Skip decided to make a small change in his appearance and was worrying if someone will notice it and what will happen then. | Mission Rejected (839 words)

Skip stared at the small object on his desk and fidgeted with his fingers. It wasn’t a big deal, right? No one would probably notice anything. He himself would probably notice if it involved someone else but only he was interested in dress code protocols. No one else would probably pay any attention to such a small detail. And even if someone did notice, it’s not like something bad would happen. It was just a ring after all. No big deal.

He reached his hands towards the ring and slowly slipped it on his middle finger. A simple black band of course fitted perfectly - Skip checked the size multiple times before he bought it. He extended his hand to look at it. It didn’t stand out that much. It was noticeable but it didn’t look out of its place. It looked like it belonged there.

Skip smiled. There’s nothing to worry about, it will be a good day.

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He played with the ring the whole way to the office. He put his hand in a pocket to stop the fidgeting while walking down the corridor to not draw attention to his hand. He gathered all his files needed for the today’s briefing and tried not think how the black band stood out next to white papers. He managed to reach the briefing room without convincing himself to take it off. Once he was inside and familiar hum of projector and smell of coffee surrounded him, he managed to calm down and welcomed his team with a smile.

Part of him was waiting for someone to make a comment about his ring, while he was talking about their tasks. He was thinking if anyone noticed it, when he was using his right hand to point things in the presentation or on the papers on the table. However no one said anything, no one made any comment. Good, he thought, exactly as I hoped.

He carried on with his day as usual deciding that he will not spend another minute thinking about it. He bumped into Bowden when he went to make himself a tea. Man was waiting for water to boil and they exchanged few words. 

“Nice ring by the way.” Bowden said pointing at his hand. “Suits you.”

Skip was aware that Bowden might notice the ring as he always noticed most fashion changes any of them made. He waited for him to start some lecture about men’s jewellery or throw an anecdote about rings and some movie star, but Bowden only smiled at him and finished making his coffee. He left the room and Skip stared after him puzzled. He wasn’t sure how to interpret these words but Bowden’s smile seemed reassuring and honest. No matter if he actually knew the meaning behind the ring, it was nice to get a compliment on it.

Later he went down to the archives to get the document he was missing and ran into Gloria there. She was looking for a file from the same section, so they went to search together. He was skimming through folders, when Gloria spoke quietly:

“You know, we will support you, Skip, no matter what, right? We do care about you and nothing will change it. And definitely you don’t have to change. You are perfect as you are and you are valid and- Oh, there it is!” She took out the folder and opened it. “It’s empty?”

She sighed and went to the main the desk for help, leaving Skip once again staring. This time there was no question if she knew about the ring. She clearly understood the meaning. He should probably guessed that if anyone would get it, it would be Gloria - she did attend all tolerance and equality courses they had after all. And she didn’t care. Or rather she did care a lot but not in a judging way he was afraid about. 

The rest of the day ran smoothly and the weight of the black band stopped being so noticeable. When Skip was finishing his last report, he heard his door opening.

“McGrath, what have I told you about proper protocols while entering my office?” He sighed without taking his eyes from the paper. There was only one person who didn’t bother with passcode or even knocking.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, enter code phrase here or whatever.”

He looked up at her ready (and happy) to remind her the proper code phrase that was in use today, but it wasn’t meant for him. McGrath put a cupcake on his desk and slid it towards him. It had four stripes of colourful frosting on it - black, grey, white and purple. The grey stripe was visibly mixed from black and white, and the purple one had still splashes of red and blue in it. However non of it matter for Skip, it was the most perfect cupcake he had ever seen.

“Happy Ace Week, Skip.” McGrath said with rare softness in her voice.

“Thanks, McGrath.”

Yes, it was a very good day.

[iguessitsjustme]

Deep Night Ep 4 Thoughts

I…took the day off of work for *cough cough* personal reasons. Don’t worry about it I’m only a little sick this time. I’ll be better tomorrow. I think. So since I am not working today, it’s time for Deep Night 4: Cuteness Galore

I mean it when I say this show is so unbelievably wholesome. I was told it was surprisingly communicative but the difference between believing and seeing it with my own eyes is insane. 

I wish I could read Thai. I do not know what is being said. 

Poor Khem just wants to spend time with his boyfriend but is being horrendously and adorably teased.

I love Pan. In case I haven’t said that a million times already.

I love how often these two kiss. They’re simply like “my boyfriend exists? I must kiss him” and sometimes its just a little peck on the cheek and sometimes its a full on make out but no matter what they want their lips on their man and I love it. 

Two people keeping snacks for you? Seiji is living the dream. 

My coworker just texted to say our friendship is over because she has to do one of my tasks. Someone remind me to buy her a little treat tomorrow she’s my favorite person

Oooooo love triangle. Nowwwwwww kiss they will love each other eventually why not start now with a little smoocharoo

Who is this gorgeous woman with Freya? I have a rival? That’s okay. We all have two hands. 

Let them kiss damn it! YAY. I love when the show listens to my inner dialogue.

Actually plans cancelled. I cannot watch right now. There is a truck idling outside my apartment and its making the texture of the air WRONG. I feel like I need to peel my skin off.

Okay we’re back. Fucking trucks. 

Oooohhhh Khem throwing the club's rule at his mother. Then outing his own relationship? I did not see that coming. 

ENGLISH? And holy shit it’s soooo good????

I might be in love with Mr. DJ Man. What’s his name?

Oh jealousy is back. I actually love the jealousy in this show a whole lot. 

Pannnnn. He’s so cute. I adore him.

I love that everyone has just decided to ignore the club’s rules. They’re all dating. All of them.

Khem stop kissing him. Your boy is uncomfortable. Khem. Bro. I know you’re jealous but my man you gotta calm down. I hope he apologizes because he did go a bit overboard. 

IMMEDIATE self reflection. Good for you Khem. I love you. 

Someone give Seiji a hug. 

Honestly I’m not the biggest Ken fan. I’m waiting for him to grow on me. I’m sure he will like other characters. But I’m still waiting. 

Seiji having a Moment™

Oh I love Mr. DJ man. He is me. I am him. We are one.

Okay you two. Now talk it out. Use your words. 

Okay so I have some thoughts on that confrontation with guests. I know Khem is jealous but I don’t think that’s why he said Wela is unavailable. He has already reflected on himself and so far has not had an issue bringing guests to Wela. I think Khem actually has a very good gut instinct of guests that could be inappropriate or potentially dangerous. And he is very attuned to his instincts. So he listens to them. In terms of customer service, he still has some work to do on not escalating. However, he presented reasonable alternatives and I don’t think he was in the wrong here. Now let’s see if I got any of this right. 

Yeeeep. That guest has roving hands. Pan to the rescue. 

Lowkey I don’t think Khem is wrong but I also think Wela should punch him. 

Pan is so smart. I love him. Have I mentioned that in the past five minutes?

Why are the cops here again? Absolutely absurd.

I would be demanding the results of the investigation every single time they came and found nothing. 

Khem leave your mother alone. She needs support now not your misdirected anger.

Oh no are we about to end on sadboi hours? I guess I have no choice but to watch episode 5 now. 

[sunspray-peak]

Ch. 64: Taking Steps

FRIDAY - WINTER 19

Alex was stopping by for dinner tonight (a dinner Achilles had admittedly not cooked himself, but a nice dinner all the same). It was convenient, with the farmhouse being so much closer to the bus stop than Pelican Town was, and with the early Winter sunset and recent dip in temperature… well, it just made logical sense.  

“Why are you trying to sell me on this?” Alex had asked when Achilles had spelled out the relevant reasons to persuade him earlier that morning on the phone. “Ever thought maybe I actually want to just spend time with you, you punk?” 

Fair enough. 

He had copied Alex a key so that he’d no longer need to swipe the spare from the garden gnome, but even so, Achilles found himself jumping nearly a foot in the air when the front door creaked open (add to the To-Do List: hire someone to fix those hinges). 

“Hello, hello—perfect timing.” Achilles shoved a fresh bread roll into Alex’s mittened-hands before bustling back to the oven for the salmon he’d been keeping warm. “How was your day?”

Bread roll between his teeth, Alex removed his coat before hanging it neatly behind a kitchen chair. “Good! I broke 53 seconds!” 

“That’s my man—”

“Hey, you know actually, though—guess what? Tanya put in her two weeks today.”

“Really?” 

“Yeah!” Alex hurried to help set the table for two, unstacking the coasters and filling the electric kettle (he’d long come around to the copious amount of tea Achilles drank). “I mean, I knew she was thinking about leaving for awhile now, I think most of her family is in Grampleton, but we didn’t think it’d be this soon. Megan’s throwing her a goodbye party at the top of the new year, she said you could come if you want.” 

“Oh yeah? Me showing up won’t be rubbing salt in the wound? Maybe that’s the real reason she’s moving back to Grampleton, realized she’d never get with you.”  

Alex laughed and lightly smacked the back of Achilles’ head as he passed him from behind. “Sure, sure.” 

Tanya had actually taken the rejection quite well, according to Alex, who’d been asked out on a third date by her on the opening day of the Night Market. She’d been supportive enough—surprised, for sure, but she had mostly shrugged and wished him well.

Haley, however, who had always been determined to dislike her, had found her lack of a reaction offensive. 

“I guess she just always saw you as disposable, huh?” she had said with a click of her tongue. 

“Haley, I told her I don’t like women, she knows there’s nothing she can do.” 

But she’d only pursed her lips and responded with her infamous little, “Hmm.” 

The table was set, the tea boiled. The two took their seats at the dining table, and for the first time, Achilles thought the farmhouse truly felt like a home. 

“But anyway—ooh, this looks good—how was your day?” 

“Less productive than yours, I think, but could’ve been worse. I’m making progress. While I did not break 53 seconds in my 100 meter butterfly though, I do think I managed to break just over 100 steps today.” Achilles flashed his wrist, and Alex could indeed make out a “135” flashing in red on the watch face. 

“135— 135? What is wrong with you—”

“—which was a bit of a surprise, but you know who stopped by to pay a visit—”

“—135 is barely a walk to your bathroom—”

“—and then she went on and on, it was just like the day I moved here—”

“Achilles, are you even listening to me?” 

“Of course I am!” 

“What did I just say?” 

“Ah. Well…” Achilles at least had the decency to look a little sheepish as he pretended to hide behind his mug. “Didn’t realize there’d be a pop quiz. Anyway, you clearly weren’t listening to me, either—”

“You didn’t go for a run this morning?”

“It’s colder than a yeti’s asshole out there—” 

“I swear to Yoba, you Monstera people… I could bring you some weights, if you want.”

“You’re hilarious.” 

“At least do some yoga or something. Okay, at least stretch. Just for 30 minutes! 135 steps… I swear to Yoba, Achilles…” 

“I used to boulder, you know. Like at a rock climbing gym—” 

“Well too bad, rich boy. We don’t have fancy things like that out here in farm country.”  

Honestly though, stretching was most definitely a good idea—his body was sore as hell from sitting at his desk all day, from his neck and shoulders all the way down to his damn calves. His calves! They hadn’t even done anything today, evident by the 135 steps he’d taken. The price of his productivity, he supposed. He’d gotten quite a bit done on his story. Or maybe it was just the price of being in your late 20s…

“By the way,” Achilles rose from his seat to take his 136th step of the day and refill Alex’s teacup. “Remind me, I want to chat about tomorrow later.” 

“Oh hey, so did I, actually. I mean, we can just talk about it now, unless you had other things on that agenda you always have rattling around in that head of yours.” 

“Begone wench, get your shady ass out of my house. Okay, really, I just wanted to confirm… you’re sure you want me there tomorrow?” 

“I told you, it doesn’t even matter what I want, my grandma wants you there and my grandpa knows better than to argue with her about it.” 

“I take that as a somewhat promising sign. Right? Perhaps?” But Alex only shrugged in response as Achilles pinched his nose and sighed in resignation. “Does Evelyn realize this is going to be the most awkward birthday dinner in the history of birthday dinners?” 

“That’s what I wanted to talk about, actually—got a, uh, a great idea to make it even more awkward.” 

“Amazing. Tell me more.” 

“So remember how you offered to, um, talk to my grandpa?” 

“Mmm, yes. I take it you’re taking me up on that?” 

“I mean… only if you’re still willing…” 

“Yeah, yeah, of course. I’ll do whatever you want me to do, baby.” Achilles patted his mouth with his napkin before setting it to the side of his plate, nearly missing the goofy, lovestruck grin into which Achilles’ slip of the tongue term of endearment had transformed Alex’s anxious little frown. Don’t get distracted, it’s time to talk business. “Do you have a plan? How do you want to do this? You just tell me what you’re comfortable with.” 

*****

“Fuuuck.” 

Talking business was over, to be replaced by something Achilles was in all likelihood enjoying less.

In a doomed-to-fail attempt to belatedly reverse his pain (but mostly after a significant amount of nagging from Alex), he’d shoved in a few halfhearted beginner HIIT workouts (led by Alex) between bouts of Junimo Kart. After a minute of high knees, he’d collapsed with a groan back onto the couch, only to land right atop the bulky plastic game controller. 

“Fucking hell…” He rubbed his lower back as Alex ignored his whining, focusing instead on zooming his car down the boulder-stricken roads of Crumble Cavern. “Man, do you know what I never actually ended up getting but that would be so incredibly beautiful right now?” 

“What?” 

“Do you know what would be nice right now?” 

“A game controller that doesn’t keep drifting to the left? You know, I’ve only got one life left because it won’t let me stay on the dang road at turn 8—”

“Skill issue.” 

“Like heck it is, I’m a beast at this game. Come on, you gotta be able to afford a new controller easy—”

“Stop saying these things or I’ll think you’re only dating me for my money—” 

“Who says I’m not?” 

“Get out of my house.” 

“Ok, ok, ok,” Alex squinted in focus as the cursed turn 8 began to approach on screen. “So what is it that you wanted that was beautiful or however you said it?” 

“I want a massage.” 

“Well you’ve got a $150 a month membership to Orange Grove now, you can use our in-house masseuses, they’re really good.” 

“Can’t you just give me one?” 

At Achilles’ tone, Alex spared a second to flippantly glance to his left before retorting, “That’s not what you said last season.” 

“What I said last season—? Oh—wow, you remember that?” 

“I wasn’t that drunk on Spirit’s Eve, Ash.” 

“Yeah, yeah…” Achilles lightly chucked the extra controller at Alex before squirming deeper into the opposite end of the couch. “Well, getting hard in the middle of you giving me a back rub probably would’ve raised some questions last season, wouldn’t it’ve?” 

“Aaaand I’m dead.” Alex set the glitchy controller down on the coffee table while breaking out into light laughter. “You really think that would’ve happened?” 

“I don’t know, maybe we should try it just to see.”

A dramatic sigh—but it was clear from the narrowing of Alex’s eyes and the upturned corners of his lips that he was enjoying this.

It wouldn’t lead to sex, they both knew that. Achilles had ensured they’d discussed the nights before—Alex’s lingering anxieties and boundaries, and the compromises they both were willing to make. No matter the post-shower cuddles, the late-night make outs, and now, apparently, the midst-video game massages; no matter how their bodies couldn’t help but physically react to each other, Achilles had emphatically reassured Alex he’d never expect it all to end in sex. And that had been enough to lift the guilt and unease weighing at the back of Alex’s mind and allow them each to wholly enjoy the other, fully light of heart. 

“Fine. Take your shirt off, you dweeb.”

“Oh, say less, Alexander—”

Alex laughed at the lighthearted tease. “Come here. Turn around, please.”

Achilles stripped his sweater—black again, Alex had noted earlier; “You really do wear a lot of black in Winter” —and planted himself on the flat woven rug at the foot of the couch just as Voltaire came bounding over. He curled his fingers into the cat’s thick fur, and basked in the warmth and glow of the fireplace as Alex carefully folded the sweater and set it on the sofa cushion next to him. He felt a single finger trace seemingly random paths across his back, but taking note of the bright glare of the television and the white lights above, he attempted to guess the motivation behind Alex’s not-quite-arbitrary touch. 

“Not very pretty, is it? I’ll never forgive the spirits for that.” 

“I just didn’t realize you were still so scarred up from the mines.” 

“Yeah. The sexy mood lighting of my bedroom tends to hide it well, doesn’t it?” After a beat, he added, “They’re not too visible anymore though. And it doesn’t hurt. Could’ve been a lot worse. And a lot more visible. Which would have, of course, been a lot worse.”  

“Ha ha…” Alex stopped his tracing and planted a light kiss between Achilles’ shoulder blades before getting to work. 

“Fuck, Al…” 

Almost instantly—almost instinctually—he closed his eyes and allowed himself to melt fully into Alex’s touch. This was exactly what he needed, fuck, it felt good. His hands were warm against his skin, their strokes deep and slow. To Achilles’ mild embarrassment, he failed to conceal the breathy moan that escaped his lips—but it only gave Alex cause to laugh again. 

“You know, you should be giving me one of these, considering I’m, you know, stressed about tomorrow, not to mention I’m doing actual athletic stuff—” 

“No, no. Your actual athletic stuff is exactly why you need to go to a real masseuse. We can’t have me accidentally screwing up your back, what if I ruin your 50 second butterfly…”  

“Man, I wish it was 50 seconds, I think that’d be a world record—” 

“And tomorrow will go well, Alex. We’re going to do what we can.” 

[cheerfulmelancholies]

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About me: I love reading/writing and at any given moment I have too many projects circling through my head. I've loved to read for as long as I can remember and I've enjoyed writing things for that same amount of time. I also love video games and motorcycling, so if I'm not working on a wip I'm usually doing one of those two.

I'm not currently published, but I have a handful of original stuff I've been working on as well as fanfic. Some of my favorite tropes to read are found family, action/suspense, angst, horror/supernatural and slice-of-life. I tend to write very light sci-fi, action, supernatural, angst (though usually with a happy, if not bittersweet, ending) and occasionally somewhat comedic stuff. Sometimes, sometimes, I make shit get dark. I struggle with writing mystery and heavy romance, though I've been experimenting with the latter. A lot of my characters have somewhat sad backstories because apparently that's just what I do.

Tag game friendly!

I also love hearing about other people's wips so anyone is welcome to ramble in my inbox about their ocs and stories.

Side blogs: @purefandomonium: my blog for anything fandom-related. @artspace1001: for any art or photography.

Other places to find me: I currently lurk on FFN and AO3 under the username ThisPerson1.

Info about my wips below the cut.

All of my works are primarily tagged under their full titles, the fandom name if it's a fic, "creative writing," "writers on tumblr," "fanfic" and "my writing." Anything extra will be listed.

Original WIPS:

Medical Mechanical: A story about a couple of friends who set out to uncover the truth behind the mysterious mega-corporation that has infested their town and done strange things to their parents. Sci-fi, young adult, and I guess it also sort of falls under action, although nothing major really happens until much later. Additional tag(s): "mm" and "sci fi."

It's the first original thing I began posting about and also my favorite original project. I actually do have tons more than what I've posted thus far, but I got caught up in perfecting it and then sidetracked and kind of just stopped talking about it.

The Set Up: A sort of enemies-to-lovers* story involving two old acquaintances meeting years later and being reminded of how much they piss each other off. After they end up stuck together on a camping trip that was nothing more than a mischievous plan by their respective friends, they're forced to deal with each other until the trip ends. (Very light) Romance*, slice-of-life, humor/comedy, and angst—mostly due to their past trauma.

It's the second original project I'm working on, although this one has taken a backseat to my other works because I'm still going through the process of reformulating it. I thought I had it figured out, and was originally going to have it take place in college and be a forced-by-friends camping trip gone wrong, but I just wasn't feeling it. I don't know, but the way it was coming along just... didn't feel right. So I decided to essentially start over rather than force myself through something I wasn't enjoying and that wasn't getting anywhere. The main theme is that the two MCs initially can't stand each other and butt heads, however, they eventually learn more about themselves and each other and start making amends.

*I'm also at a point where I don't think I'm going to keep it as romance, but instead have their relationship be platonic. We'll see.

Fanfic:

Connection: Pokepasta/Glitchy Red fic about a girl who manages to befriend the embittered glitch. In other words, hermit high-schooler gets ahold of the titular Red cart and gets a new friend, and local depressed kids' game may not think life is so miserable anymore. Sci-fi/supernatural (because my version of Red is somehow both just a bunch of code and some digitalized cryptid entity,) very mild angst in the form of bullying, and found family/friendship. Additional tag(s): "glitchy red" and "pokepasta".

I got the brainrot and just wanted something to write with no worries. I write a chapter and as long as it holds up the story it gets published. That's it. I'm taking a break from serious writing/editing with this one. I've already let it get too out of hand as is. It was supposed to be a two-parter. Now look at it.

Mysterious New Member: Fic about the BF5 gaining a new member under mysterious circumstances. Due to the secrets she seems to be hiding, and the rising tensions of the war, Vert and the others find themselves on edge and at odds over what to do. Takes place during Fused. Sci-fi, action/adventure, humor. Additional tag(s): "bf5," and "hot wheels battle force 5."

Fun fact: This is a fic I started when I was like 13. I recently began rewriting it because now I am not 13 and I was rereading it one day and went, "The fuck did I write it like this for???" So began my tedious work of redoing the whole thing. The original is actually still up on FFN under the exact same name, for the new one I only added rewrite to the title 😅 I'm not mad at myself for the way it came out or anything, as I was literally a kid, but I can safely say my writing has improved immensely and I just couldn't fight the urge revamp it. I'm quite proud of how this new one is coming along, being both an improvement of my original version and also a slightly daker and more interesting take on BF5. I'm actually close to done, I'd say about 75-ish percent. I really just have two more major plot points to go through and the rest is just tying up loose ends as I go along. That said, if you'd like to check out the abandoned original, feel free. Just be prepared for a bit of whiplash when comparing the two.

It's The Thought That Counts: Dead Plate AU fic I started on a whim and, like a lot of things, it got out of hand and became a fun little side project. Rody isn't hopelessly pining after Manon, who's still alive but not relevant to the story, and Vincent isn't a psycho cannibal killer. Essentially gay panic meets bi-denial, Rody attempts to impress Vincent by learning how to bake lemon-themed desserts after he discovers it's the only thing that gives him any semblance of taste. After a shaky start, Vince decides to start giving Rody lessons and they eventually come to terms with their feelings. Romance, humor, angst, slice-of-life.

I've actually never written proper romance before this and am absolutely shocked that it's coming along as well as it is. It's the most fluff I've ever written. For whatever reason, these two dorks are super easy for me to write. I also recommend checking out the game, it's super fun.

There is so much more, but I'm going to stop for now.

If it wasn't already obvious, writing is my biggest passion and I hope to keep improving and expanding what I do. I'm also always open to advice and constructive criticism, and I hope to inspire and help others with their writing. Also, if you write anything with the tropes or genres that I listed, don't hesitate to tag me and I'll check them out! I really enjoy reading other people's works.

So yeah, that's me. If you made it this far, thank you for checking out my blog (and my long ass intro post) and I hope you'll stick around and see what I have to offer. Be on the lookout for more and more to come!

[scarefox]

me, with a little flue and migraine: best timing to give my rabbit a full body bath with the new rabbit soap I bought yesterday + blow-drying him forever because rabbit fur is a bish with it's underlayer 🤡

We did it. Had to throw in my last painkiller midway tho.

And now these two fur clowns finishing the rest. Drying the last bit of water out of the fur by licking him all over... don't question rabbit logic

(it's only the outer layer fur that's still damp no worry + it's warm in the room)

But I am glad Maya started to clean him again now that her own illness got better, she's more social and cuddly again.

*don't bath / wash rabbits if not needed it sucks for everyone cause it's a struggle (but looks cute not gonna lie). He can't clean himself anymore and the warm water helps to relax his muscles

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idk I think at one point during the first weeks of him having spondylosis to this point he can't walk properly anymore, he stopped caring and takes whatever comes? Maybe it's rabbit instinct to just "give up resisting" at a certain point of illness, because in the wild he would have gotten eaten by now or starved (he is not in that mindset anymore now I guess, he got used to it all). He lets me hold him however as long as it doesn't hurt his back or lets me do anything now. So bathing him is not even that horror event for him as it would have been like 1 year ago. But he understands by now that I help him with the things I do. The blow-dryer is still scary / uncomfy for him. I generally let buns sit freely on a towel on the ground when i blowdry them. OR I hold them up my chest which is easier and more comfy for but means I get wet. And depends on the bun if they see you as some sort of save place (these buns will climb you at the vet too)

not pics from today but that's how we do every time

+ Bonus, him trying to do it himself (with my support cause he can't sit up alone) he hates being wet but he also hates being dirty and stinky so we have to keep up some hygiene :')

the wet fur and shaky legs make him look more miserable than what he actually is 😅