#based on my own lucky tee

[starchaserwrites]

@jegulus-microfic / february 27: change / word count: 434

James doesn't particularly believe in coincidences, but when at 15, during the week his parents gave him a loose fitting bright red t-shirt with a Lightning McQueen print, he gets the top mark in an exam he didn't study for, found money he didn't remember he had in one of his jackets and won tickets to a Green Day concert, that's when his lucky t-shirt was born.

Since then, he uses it whenever the situation calls for it. Exams, new tricks with his skateboard, parties, amusement parks, and lots of other things. He even used it the day he helped his best friend to run away from his house to live with him. So it becomes common knowledge how important the tee is to James.

Four years later, during the warmest summer in recent memory, James is wearing the t-shirt that has faded slightly with the passage of time and no longer fits as loosely as it once did, when there is a knock on the door of the flat he shares with Sirius. Silver eyes and dark curls flood his vision and electrify his entire body.

A month later, the morning after Regulus' birthday party, who is trying to make up for the lost time with his brother, James overhears that in a couple of days he will be auditioning for a part in a film. His relationship with Regulus is... complicated, James tries his best to get him to like him, but the younger boy always seems to be displeased by his presence. Considering this, James doesn't know what possesses him when instead of changing into his lucky tee he decides to sneak it into the bag he knows belongs to Regulus. He barely passes his driving test that day but he is strangely happy. 

James never mentions the t-shirt again but Regulus wears it under his jacket when he gets the part for his first important film. 

He also wears it a week later when he asks a very surprised James out on a date.

He uses it again on the day they kiss for the first time. 

Once again when Sirius tells him he loves him in the middle of a game of chess.

One more time when he spends his first night together with his boyfriend.

Then again every time he wins a new award (which is quite often).

And again under his suit at his wedding with James.

James realised that he doesn't need to be the one wearing the t-shirt to be the luckiest man in the world.

Regulus has never and probably never will watch Cars. 

[gghostwriter]

Camaraderie

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer and some unwanted guests catch you singing at a bad time Trope: Fluff! Just fluff! w.c: 1.1k a/n: something short n’ sweet, get it? i know i said i was sick and I still am but i wanted to really write something based on this post so i did and since I’m still battling the flu, this isn’t my best work nor has this been edited but still posting it for the fun of it all! Hope you like it. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💗

Spencer Reid was never one to forget. After all, his near perfect memory didn’t allow him to, which was a curse and a blessing on itself. So it came to everyone’s surprise when Morgan came strolling in the BAU office after hours to pick him and Luke up for a scheduled boys’ night out and the boy genius innocently asked what he was doing there.

“No way,” Morgan chuckled, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Pretty boy has forgotten something? It must be my lucky night ‘cause this only happens once in a lifetime.” 

“You really forgot?” Luke clarified as they all packed into Morgan’s four door vehicle. “Oh man, I thought you were pulling my leg a while ago when I brought it up and you made no comment.”

“It really slipped my mind!” Spencer’s voice going up in defense. 

The duo laughed. 

“Or maybe you’re getting old,” Morgan needled as the car came to a stop at a red light.

Spencer shook his head, wishing to drop the subject. “Hey, do you mind passing by the apartment for a bit? I didn’t tell her that I was going to be out late since it you know, slipped my mind—”

“Can’t you just text her for that?” Morgan argued back.

“—and I’ll drop off my dirty go bag.” 

“Oh got the missus doing the laundry?” Luke teased. 

“She’s not my wife yet,” he sighed dreamily. If he was going to be honest with himself, he was looking forward to it. He had half the mind to propose elopement when got down on one knee but the excitement you radiated off when discussing about themes, dinner placements, and the wedding gown was enough for him to dispose of that idea quickly. It didn’t matter how fancy or how long the planning would take, as long as at the end of it all, he got to call you his and you get to call him yours. Everything in between was just lavish wrapping to present the world Mr and Mrs Reid. 

The car came to a stop, bringing him out of his musings. 

“Thanks Morgan,” Spencer started to exit the passenger seat. “No need to go up, I’ll be quick.”

They both shook their heads, also stepping out—Morgan from the driver’s side and Luke from the side beside him.

“We’ll say hi to the future Mrs Reid,” he patted his back as the trio packed into the elevator up to his floor.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders in acceptance. With your busy work schedule and the upcoming nuptials, it was a rare occurrence for anyone from the team, expect for Garcia, to catch even a glimpse of you.

Echoing melody was the first thing that greeted them once they stepped out of the lifts. 

He laughed under his breath, already knowing that it was coming from the home you both shared. It had been a ritual for you, of sorts, as the only neighboring apartment was empty from tenants. There was really no one to scold you for making any ruckus at this acceptable 7pm time. Spencer, for one, wasn’t one to spoil your fun. He loved seeing you be free, dancing around in his clothing and singing the lyrics no matter how off key. 

Key slotted to the door, he let themselves in without any words exchanged—just looks and laughter under their breath.

—and I’m obsessed Are you free next week? I bet we’d have really good

Spencer admired your swaying form from behind. Wearing his Caltech tee that was three times too big for you, neckline slipping off to one shoulder. His very own personal sunshine chasing away all the darkness that had tainted his very being. 

Unaware of your audience, you belted out the next cheeky lyrics. “Come right on me, I mean camaraderie. Said you’re not in my—” 

Luke slapped his mouth to stop his chuckle from escaping while Morgan’s eyebrows raised at an all time high.

“Love,” Spencer urgently called out.

“—timezone, but you wanna be—eek!” You shrieked, turning to face the voice of your lover, only to find two more unaccounted for in the audience. 

“Hey pretty girl,” Morgan drawled out. “That’s some nice singing you’ve got there.” 

You felt your face flush with mortification. Out of all the people to have caught you, it had to be Morgan. The self titled big brother who liked to tease all he held dear to his heart. 

“W-what are you all doing here?”

Spencer reached out to give you chaste kiss on the lips. “We’re going out for a boys’ night out and I forgot all about it.”

“That doesn’t explain why you’re all here exactly.”

“I was just going to drop off my dirty go bag and they wanted to say hi,” he smiled at the embarrassment he could clearly see written in your expressive face. 

But i bet we‘’d have really good bed chem How you pick me up, pull ‘em down, turn me ‘round Oh, it just makes sense How you talk so sweet when—

“Oh my god,” your feet pattering on the hardwood floor as you ran to stop the vinyl still playing in the background. “Not one word,” you threatened the duo with a finger raised up high.

They both raised their hands up in defense but mirth was clearly painted on their faces. This was definitely becoming a lethal ammo perfect for quips and teasing. 

“Okay, you three out,” you all but pushed them out to the lobby. “I need to bury myself in copious amount of wine and please, forget everything you saw, okay, and Spence—” you leaned in to give him a kiss goodbye and squeezed his hand that held yours. “—I’ll see you when you get back. Have fun!” 

The door slammed shut without another word uttered.

Morgan turned to Reid with a smirk on his lips. “So camaraderie, huh?”

“Shut up,” Spencer quipped back, giving him a slight shove towards the elevator.

But before he himself stepped into the awaiting lifts for a night of no doubt teasing and innuendos, Spencer sent a quick message back to his other half with cheeks red and a grin on his face.

Your wish is my command, love. Later. 

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[thornnii]

⎯ ☆ my girlfriend

genre: fluff wordcount: 0.9k pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader tags: based on 'my girlfriend' by TV Girl, daughter of hypnos!reader (she/her), use of [reader], from percy's perspective, minor gods have cabins, established relationship, they're like 15 in this, phones/devices don't attract monsters (eg. noise cancelling headphones) summary: sometimes she just struggles to get out of bed. she can’t help it. notes: noticing how both my percy fics have similar titles, anyway happy international sleep day!

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the sun was bathing camp half blood in a golden light as campers began exiting their respective cabins and heading towards the dining pavilion for breakfast. stepping out of his own cabin, percy was immediately engulfed in the wave of campers, but he did his best to push through the current of others toward the cabins of the minor gods. it had become routine for him by this point; wake up, get sorted for the day, go to cabin 15, drag [reader] out of bed, go for breakfast. percy wondered whether clovis would be up yet or not. who knew with hypnos kids. percy knew that if he didn’t go check up on [reader] she’d willingly hibernate like a bear throughout the winter.

percy knocked on the door to cabin 15, his mother had raised him to always be a gentleman. the door was opened slowly, revealing a bleary-eyed clovis who, upon recognising percy, ushered him in so he could close the door once more. percy liked the hypnos cabin. it always smelt warm and the soft violins made everything feel serene. it was an ironic comparison to personalisation of the beds; messy sheets, a collection of cups, plates and cutlery, clothes strewn around, as well as their own belongings from home. almost every bedside cabinet had either a pair of headphones upon it or a pair of ear plugs.

instantly, percy went over to [reader]’s bed. she was still asleep. of course. it seemed incredulous to percy that anyone would be able to sleep through the morning conch, but here was living proof that it were possible. percy gently shook [reader]’s shoulder to try and ease her out of her slumber. she let out some incomprehensible mumble before promptly rolling over and hiding her face in her pillow.

“c’mon,” percy coaxed, “gotta get up and get breakfast”

[reader] spoke into her pillow once more but this time percy could catch bits of what she was saying, “be fine without… don’t wanna get up… didn’t sleep good..”

“you need breakfast.” percy stood his ground, “and the reason you didn’t sleep well is because you never go to sleep at a reasonable time, it’s a wonder the curfew harpies haven’t caught you yet.”

“I’m too smart for them.” [reader] rebutted, finally turning to face percy and squinting her eyes at him.

“yes you are, now up.” percy quickly pulled the duvet away causing [reader] to let out groans and mumbled protestations at his actions. “come on.” percy reiterated, holding out his hands for [reader] to take. she continued to squint her eyes and scowl at him, but took his hands anyway.

“wash up and then we can go to breakfast” percy proffered.

“can’t I just go like this?” [reader] contested, gesturing to her pyjamas of fluffy black pyjama trousers and make-shift pyjama top of a vintage graphic tee.

percy raised an eyebrow, “you know you’ll get into trouble with chiron if you do.”

“when is getting in trouble an issue for you?” [reader] raised an eyebrow.

“please.” percy begged.

“percy, you’re lucky that I even got out of bed, besides it’s not like I really have any activities to do today, so why do I have to get changed?”

percy sighed, trying to reason, “how about you just change into the shirt? at least for breakfast?”

“fine. turn around.” [reader] motioned with her finger.

it was coming close to the end of breakfast when percy and [reader] finally entered the dining pavilion. since it was basically empty, the two sat together at the hypnos table. thankfully there was still some food left, but not as much as percy would’ve liked, especially after sacrificing some to the gods.

“considering you went out of your way to drag me here, are you actually going to eat or not?” [reader] asked as percy seemingly just stared at his food.

“yeah, yeah,” percy shook his head as he broke out of his reverie, “was just thinking.”

“about?” [reader] prodded.

“just… how do you go a day on so little food? if I didn’t wake you up in the mornings you’d sleep straight through breakfast.”

“I nap and I don’t do anything strenuous. I’d rather rot in bed than go on a quest. I don’t need a lot of energy. besides ‘girl dinner’.”

“it’s breakfast.” percy pointed out.

“whatever, not the point.”

percy rolled his eyes at his girlfriend and went back to eating. it wasn’t until the two were finished with their food and basically the only ones left in the pavilion did he ask:

“so, what are you going to do today?”

[reader] shrugged her shoulders, “dunno, might go to the arts and crafts centre. don’t have to do anything strenuous there.”

“want me to join you?” percy asked, gathering their plates to take back to the kitchen.

“you don’t have to, I know it’s not your favourite place, you could go to the sword-fighting arena to practise if you want. I’m probably going to end up falling asleep anyway.”

“cool. I’ll be there to wake you up if chiron or mr d come by.”

a smile spread across [reader]’s face. she gave percy a light smack on the shoulder before looping her arm through his and dragging him off to the arts and crafts centre. she could already feel her eyelids drooping as she walked, anticipating the peace and quiet of the crafts centre that would let her nap until lunch.

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[yelenasdiary]

Uh,,(is this the correcct way?) i dont know how to make requests, but since urs are opened,

Can u make wandanat or katelena with gn!reader who's been in hydra/redroom for most off her life, and they just go on a date together on valentines and explain to her what valentines is?

thank you!

-confused anon

Love Letters

Pairing:  Bishlova x GN! Reader

Summary:  Kate and Yelena give you your first real Valentines

Fluff, Pinch of Angst

Translations: Detka (baby),

Warnings: Mentions of Hydra, Reader’s PTSD, Torture & Murder | 1.9K

AC: Thank you for sending me this, I went with Bishlova for something different! I hope you enjoy this xx 

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“Kate Bishop, what are you up too?” Yelena asked with a curious frown as Kate was quick to hide whatever she was doing behind her back. Kate shook her head endlessly, “n-nothing. I was just making some lunch” explained, causing Yelena to cock a brow. “You don’t cook” Yelena replied.

Kate gave up instantly and moved slightly to the right, “I brought some cookies and was just decorating them” she paused, “because you know, it’s Valentines and I thought we could do something special for Y/n” she added as Yelena wandered over to the countertop. Yelena looked up at Kate, “I know you said they might not be up for it, which is why I didn’t do my usual thing, but I want to show them how much they mean to me” Kate rambled on. Yelena placed her hands on the brunette’s hips and pulled her closer. 

“Kate Bishop, you’re too kind for your own good. I knew you weren’t going to listen to me so I spoke with them and they’re just having a shower then you can give them your cookies” Yelena explained before kissing Kate softly. The archer’s cheeks turned red; she was never one to hide her blushes. “Thank you” Kate spoke softly. 

As bathroom filled up with steam and the warm water ran down your body, your mind couldn’t escape the thoughts of how different your life has been since The Young Avengers rescued you from an underground Hydra base. It’s been a little over four years, but you still deal with a lot of mental health issues from your imprisonment at Hydra. You’ve had a lot of support from Kate’s team, Yelena, and the now semi-retired Avengers. You’ve overcome a lot of bumps in the road but now you have this very different and much more normal lifestyle it takes you a little extra time to adjust. 

Holidays are the hardest, especially when people like to bring up their memories from the previous years while your previous year memories involve torture, pain, and murder. Even though you’ve had some time to enjoy these holidays to make new, fun memories but it was never easy. Today being Valentine’s Day, you felt a little pressure to join in whatever plans your girlfriends had made. Last year you simply just weren’t up for anything and they both respected that and let you do your own thing, Kate of course still made sure to tell you how much you mean to her. You couldn’t help by wonder why Kate and Yelena had such a profound love for you as you only ever thought of yourself as damaged goods. 

You turned the shower off and began to get dressed for the day, Kate was still decorating the Valentine’s themed cookies while Yelena was giving Fanny and Lucky their daily training session. You wore black jeans, your favourite boots and one of your comfort tees before you made your way into the kitchen of the shared apartment. 

“Happy Valentines!!” Kate smiled the moment she saw you. She grabbed the plate of cookies and wandered over to you, placing a kiss on your cheek. “I made these for you” she added happily. 

“Thank you, they look really good darling, happy Valentines” you replied with a smile, “I’ll have some after lunch” you added.

“Sure thing love” Kate said before she placed the cookies back on the countertop. 

Yelena entered the kitchen with both dogs following behind her, “Happy Valentines detka” she said with a soft smile. You returned the smile, “Happy Valentines love” you replied. You didn’t quite understand Valentine’s Day, you thought it was just an excuse for people to spend more money on gifts or just another day for people to think about other than their day-to-day life. 

“So, I have something planned for us to do tonight, if you’re up for it of course and it’s okay if you’re not but” Kate paused before she rushed to the dining table to return with two envelopes in hand, “please read this and then you can decide if you want to do something or not” she went on, handing you the envelops. You were a little confused, but you smiled softly, “do you want me to read these now?” you asked, unsure when you were supposed to read them. 

“Yeah” Yelena nodded, “Kate and I are going to go out for an hour to give you the time to read them, if you need us, text us and we will come straight home” she added while Kate threw on her coat. You watched as your girlfriends took the dogs and walked out the door, leaving you in complete silence as you sat down on the sofa. Each envelop at your name on them, and you were able to tell whose letter was who’s by their handwriting. You started with Kate’s letter. 

“Dearest Y/n,

Where do I start? There are so many things I want to say but Yelena told me to do my best not to overwhelm you with my feelings. So, if I do overwhelm you, I apologise.

From the moment I saw you, I knew there was something different about you. I can’t imagine the things you’d been going through before we found you that day but when I saw the look in your beautiful eyes, I promised myself in that moment that I would never let anything bad happen to you again and that I would do everything in my power to make you see you are much, much more than just an experiment. 

I know you never had a great start to life and if I could change the past, I would do so in a heartbeat! 

Okay, Yelena was just reading this over my shoulder, so I am going to get to the point…

I want to show you every single day how much I adore you, how much I love seeing you smile, the sparkle in your eyes when your laughing, God, your laugh is magical! It makes everybody around you join in. I know you think Valentines is a bit of an unnecessary day and I totally see why you think that but, hear me out. It’s really just an excuse for me to give you as many gifts as I like, to buy store brought cookies and decorate them and we all act like I baked them and of course, for me to make you smile. I want everybody to see the person who makes me giggle and happy, I want people to see the smile that I fell in love with.

Please join us to spoil you with love today, I promise I didn’t go overboard.

With all my love, 

Kate xoxoxoxo” 

You finished Kate’s letter with a chuckle, it was very Kate and you loved that. Next was Yelena’s letter and for some reason you felt a little more nervous to open hers. 

“Detka,

I am sure Kate has done most then woo you with her letter, I hope she didn’t ramble too much! But I know whatever she said in her letter, she is right. 

You and I come from such different backgrounds to her. When I first met her, I didn’t understand why all the little things mattered so much. You and I, although come from different situations, we share the same mindset. We were weapons, nothing mattered to us but the target. Christmas and Thanksgiving for me was all fake, a set up for some photos and for a moment to think that things were different but the next day I was back to training. 

Kate, she loves all these little days and between you and I, she’s made me love them too. It’s easier said than done but we can’t let them have any power over us anymore detka. You are allowed to be happy; you are allowed to enjoy little things; you are allowed to love the things you love and dislike the things you dislike. You can wake up at 3 in the afternoon and that’s okay.

The point is, it’s okay. You’re okay. Maybe not fantastic or as happy as you want but to me and to Kate, you are perfect. 

We love you detka and there’s nobody else we would want to do this life thing with. It’s you detka, you make us better, stronger and no words will every explain just how much you mean to us. So, join us tonight or don’t, we will never hold be mad at you for doing what you need to do in the moment. You have the power now darling, you always had.

Love,

Yelena x”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you folded Yelena’s letter and placed it on the coffee table. You smiled softly to yourself as you reached for your phone. Your girlfriends’ words floated around in your mind as your thumb hovered over Kate’s phone number, your heart felt full, full of love that you wanted to share with them so instead of calling Kate, you called Wanda for a little help.

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“Thank you for help Wands, I am so sorry I had to drag you away from Nat” you smiled at Wanda as you walked her to the door. “Don’t stress honey, they are going to love it” Wanda replied, “if you need anything, you know you can always reach out” she added. 

“I will, thank you. Happy Valentines” you replied. 

Once Wanda left, you double check to make sure everything was perfect before you called Kate. It was very handy that Wanda could pull anything from her magic, the apartment was littered with pink and purple rose petals, candles lit up the apartment while the freshly made pizza was sitting in the centre of the dining table just waiting to be ripped into. 

“Kate, I’m ready, I would love to do something with you and Yelena” you smiled to yourself as Kate answered the phone. “We’ll be back in 10! Get ready, I have something special planned!” Kate replied before hanging up. 

It was the longest 10 minutes of your life, your palms began to sweat, your mind racing in hopes that you didn’t go overboard with this little surprise and that Kate wouldn’t be disappointed. 

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard the door open, you stood at the end of the small hall with two roses and a welcoming, warm smile. “Bab-“ Kate paused the moment she saw you, “we’re home” she added slowly. 

“I know you’ve made plans and we can do them, I just” you paused as you took a few steps closer to your girlfriends, closing the gap distance between you all, “I just want you both to know how much those letters mean to me and I am really sorry that I’ve been so closed minded to days like these, I love you both so, so much” you went on, handing them a rose each. 

“To hell with my plans, this is perfect” Kate said, smelling her rose and embracing you in a tight hug. Yelena smiled lovingly you before Kate pulled back only to kiss you deeply. Your hands landed on her hips, pulling her closer to you to deepen the kiss. 

“I’m proud of you” Yelena mouthed as you and Kate pulled away for air. You smiled softly at her, “we shouldn’t let the pizza get cold” you said. 

“You got pizza?! This is the best Valentine’s Day ever!!” Kate said before making her way into the dining room. “There’s almost mac n cheese” you said as Yelena gently pulled you close to her, “You’re amazing, don’t ever forget that” she said before kissing you deeply. 

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PLZ TEES by midnights0ciety

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PLZ Tees

Been listening to too much Sabrina Carpenter and wanted something that was pink, feminine but also kind of tongue in cheek and a little fun in my game. I realize that a chunk of them are Swiftie themed too.

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A/N: This is pure filth bc I need this man biblically. It would solve my problems :))

Warning(s): explicit content (18+), language, knives, DUB-CON!!, oral sex (fem. receiving), edging, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it please omg), size kink if you squint, creampie, overstimulation, c0ckwarming, no aftercare

Word Count: 2.9k

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Sparring | Part Two

The base had gone quiet, with most already asleep or working quietly at their desks. It was not the time of day you expected to work on your sparring, but he was your superior nonetheless. He didn’t have to give you reasons.

As you wandered down the dimly lit halls, wearing your training clothes, you finally reached the training room. You weren’t sure what to expect, given the tension bubbling between you and Ghost the day before.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it multiple times throughout the day, straddling his lap with his own knife pressed against his throat. What an image, given his status and the intimidating exterior he upheld around everyone else.

When you opened the door, the room was lit only by a little, leaving the shadows in pitch black. You were greeted by his large hands holding you against the wall. You could feel the cold cement wall through your clothed stomach.

“You let yourself get pinned again, Sergeant. Always expect the unexpected.” He grumbled, freeing you so you could turn around and see him in full. Still the same training getup as the day before—a tight black tee, and gray cargo pants. Instead of his skull mask or balaclava, it was the back surgical mask he sometimes wore when you posed as citizens. The bridge of his nose was more visible now, as well as the structure of his cheekbones and jawline—something you rarely got to enjoy seeing.

“What environment is this supposed to be?” You motioned toward the darkness of the training room, where you could barely see past the outstretch of your arm.

He scoffed as if you were supposed to already know the answer. “If you want any chance of staying alive out there, you need to be prepared for anything.” Something about the way he said the last word sent a chill down your spine, more so than his deep authoritative tone already did.

No more questions. Lesson learned.

“Let me pose a scenario.” He crosses his arm over his chest, continuing to stand over you. “You’re being hunted. The lights are out, and you don’t have your gear. Hm?” He says, attempting to maintain a professional tone, but he’s practically quivering in anticipation.

The whites of his eyes glowing in the void practically burned into you, waiting for a response.

“Well…” You began, pressing your back against the wall in uncertainty. “I suppose I would use my stealth. Try to avoid conflict.” It was hard to give a proper response, with the knitted brows he harbored.

The exchange of stares lasted a little longer than you expected, which made your posture tighten in suspense of the next move.

He stepped away from you, turning to face the opposing wall. “You have one minute, and the entire gym at your disposal. Use it wisely, Sergeant.”

No countdown, no release. The time had already begun, forcing you to get moving.

For the first part of the minute, you allowed yourself to sprint to create distance. But then, you needed to quiet your stomps, so sound alone didn’t give you away.

Once you’re about halfway through the gym, you’ve reached the area with little to no light left. Once you pass this point, it would be lucky if you didn’t stumble and hurt yourself, or the heaviness of your breathing echoing through the room as a giveaway.

You feel around, finding one of the spare foam mats, which you know is always stored in the corner, by the office. If you can loop through there, and find a hiding spot in the locker room, there might be a chance. However, the clock was ticking, and he’d be retracing your steps any second.

You slowly twist the handle to the door, cringing at any creak of the metal hinges. Your footsteps are much too loud now that you’re back on concrete, so you decide to rid them of your shoes. Perhaps if you leave them here, it’ll throw him off your trail.

Gazing down at your watch, you estimate you have about ten seconds remaining. You hurriedly place your boots by one of the file cabinets. Then, use the desks and bookshelves as your tunnel system. Of course, the office has large windows overlooking the training room, so you need to stay low.

You go from desk to desk, ducking beneath the nearest one when you hear the door to the office open. He’s close, and surely not that easy to outsmart. You’ve seen him on the field, quick, deadly, and near silent at all times.

He’s inching closer but hasn’t spotted you yet. That is unless he wants you to think he hasn’t. You suck in a breath and keep as still as possible. By now, he’s right next to the desk you’re hiding under, just waiting for you to make a mistake.

With a sigh, he turns around and leaves the way he came. You peeked up a small amount, seeing his shadow retreat down the hall. It’s only a matter of time before he knows you’re not in the gym, so you need to move.

You remove yourself from the confined space, continuing to crawl across the floor. Finally, you reach one of the entrances to the locker room—the only place he hasn’t looked at yet. You rise to your feet once you reach it, poking your head around the aisles of lockers and benches.

Your heart rattles as you find each area clear, unable to pick up on any of his movements. He’s too damn fast, and too quiet for your liking. You’ve convinced yourself, if he knew where you were he’d have found you already.

You reach the shelves that are filled with piles of clean sweat towels, which is more of a maze with limited lighting.

You stop in your tracks when the door on the opposite side opens, the one you enter through when you’re in the gym. Of course, you should’ve suspected he’d close in soon. Cat and mouse can only last so long, even in the dark.

This time, he makes no attempt to stifle the click of his boots against the tile, letting you know approximately how close he was at all times. You press your back against one of the shelves, hoping he’ll somehow turn around and go the opposite way. But he was too close—too close for comfort now.

You search for any way out, or another temporary hiding spot. Sneaking past him to get to the gym again won’t work, so the showers are your best bet, however, they lead to a dead end. Showers, it is.

You curse under your breath and whip around the corner, entering the showers. Here, having your boots would’ve been helpful. The tile is still slick from those who used the showers before lights out, so not ideal. Surely, getting caught was bad enough, but slipping and cracking your head open would only prove his point. You needed to stay light on your feet and use your head.

You snuck around the ledge of the half wall, the one that separated the showers from the changing area.

His fingers brushed over the collar of your shirt, barely slipping past him. “Cheeky little bastard.” He growled in frustration, his footsteps pounding close behind you.

Just when you made it to the first shower stall, your socks slid against the tile, making your movements halt. His fist was wrapped tightly around your ankle as you fell to the ground, accepting your defeat. He released your ankle but quickly mirrored the position you two were in the previous day. Pinning your thighs with his knees, with one hand pressing both wrists to your chest, and the other holding his blade to your throat.

“Decent attempt, you think?” He tilted his head down at you, maintaining his grip. When you don’t respond, he answers his own question. “Nothing I haven’t seen before. Or killed.” His tone was different than before, more of a groan.

You panted against his grip because now the fatigue of running from him caught up with you all at once. And now, whatever consequence he has in mind is bound to come.

That look you were giving him was going to drive him mad. Obedience, mixed with unease. He knows he has you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Looks don’t lie, either, and the way you stared at him the previous day filled him with need.

He let go of your wrists, but the blade remained, pulling down his mask below the chin. “Are you going to keep your mouth shut, Sergeant?” You nodded your head quickly, allowing your eyes to examine his true appearance.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth when he saw your eagerness to comply. He eased the pressure he had on your legs and stood up, reaching out his hand for you to grab. Then leaned in close, so close that the tip of his nose was making contact with yours. You could smell the cologne he always wore paired with the faint stench of whiskey on his breath.

You met his eyes, which resembled two black holes filled with an appetite for you. To say you haven’t thought about this before would be foolish. Thought, daydreamed, actually dreamed about it. He’s built and authoritative, but not obnoxious about it. It’s all the way he carries himself on the field.

He presses his lips to yours, going at an agonizingly slow pace at first. It was not what you were expecting out of him. When you reach out to hold the sides of his face, he doesn’t break the kiss, but grips both of them, using just one of his hands to restrain you.

His other hand slides down your stomach, teasing his fingertips at the edge of your belt, giving it a small tug. When he’s satisfied with the teasing, he pulls down your bottoms enough to reveal your underpants. He jams his large hands in between your thighs, inching toward your core—which is aching by this point.

Your wrists are still restricted as he squats down on one knee, tonguing along your thigh until he reaches your clothed clit. His pupils flick upwards when you gasp slightly, only encouraging him to go further. He pulls your panties to the side, keeping eye contact as he swipes his tongue along your folds, going back and forth.

He releases your wrists so that he can hold onto your hips tightly, making sure they don’t buck too far from the wall he’s pressed you to. Your breath shutters as he continues licking away, quickening his pace at each reaction you give him.

He hums to himself, sending a vibration against your sensitive pussy. You could practically feel a smug grimace on his face when he realized how good he was making you feel. There was no time to question the morality of this, the only thing on your mind was the pleasure you were feeling. You dig your fingernails into the tile, not daring to touch him and risk him stopping. You were too close to climax for his teasing games.

He loves glancing up at you, how each thrust of his tongue sends your mouth agape. How your eyes rolled back ever so slightly—something he’s been daring to witness since you joined the Task Force. He remembers how his cock twitched in his pants the first time he saw you a sweaty panting mess in the training room, or when he scolded you for making a mistake and you gave him those submissive eyes for the first time.

He waits until your gasps become closer together, and your hips jerk a bit more aggressively, then pulls away, having successfully edged you. His lips are saturated in your own slick when he kisses you hungrily, guiding you towards the half-wall in the middle of the shower room.

The curve of your spine thuds into it. He slides your pants the rest of the way down, tossing them aside somewhere in the room.

You’re nearly whining in anticipation, because of how cruelly he denied your climax. “You keep complaining like that, and I’ll leave you here.” He growls straight into your ear, flipping you around so you’re bent over the ledge of the wall.

He unbuckles his belt hastily, and pulls down his briefs, pressing his hips against your bottom. You can feel his length pressing against you, making your core ache from the emptiness it’s feeling. He’s too eager to leave you like this, too needy. He’d never show that, but his self-control is diminishing the longer he ogles you bent over in front of him.

He rubs the tip of his cock against your lower lips at first, feeling the wetness he caused to form. A smug expression was written on his face as he pulled your panties to the side, pushing into you slowly so you could adjust to the stretch.

He groans, expelling all the tension he’d felt towards you once you were wrapped around him. When you’re about to let out a moan, he clamps his hand over your mouth. The room is already echoing every little sound, he doesn’t need this moment to be interrupted by a nosy recruit.

Once he’s confident in your ability to take him in full, he pushes into you, filling you with every inch of his length.

A strangled coo is blocked by his palm when he begins thrusting at a moderate pace. Your knees buckle slightly at the sudden exertion, and how much of him is pumping into you at once. You moan against his hand with every buck of his hips.

His other arm is occupied by digging his fingertips into the plush skin on your hips, so firmly that there would be imprints the next day.

“Knew it would feel this good.” He says cockily, picking up the pace of his thrusts little by little. The feelings of pleasure you were missing are beginning to return, and even more, know that he’s gotten rougher. You loved the way his large hand silenced you, and how the other delved into your skin.

If he continues, he’ll be nearing his climax within moments of yours. He prided himself on being able to give and take your pleasure whenever he pleased, having you completely at his mercy to do with you what he pleased.

The arousal coating your entrance made it so easy for him to glide in and out of you, slamming into you without any clemency now. Your stomach dug into the ledge of the wall with each thrust of his cock, but the pain was overshadowed by the orgasm overtaking you.

The hand on your mouth instead turned into his index and middle shoved inside of it, forcing you to gag and slobber against them because of how drunk you felt. You trembled around his digits, feeling your saliva coat them endlessly as your legs began to shake.

Shockwaves rippled through your core, all the way up your spine as you finally reached your peak. He could tell by the way you pulsed around him, nearly delaying his pace from how tight you were. His eyes rolled slightly when he knew he had finally given you an orgasm, and it pushed him closer to his own.

He uses the hand in your mouth to turn your head, forcing you to crane your neck and look at him, at least as well as you could with the tide of your body as his hips slammed against you.

Tears stung at the corners of your eyes from how sensitive you were—Simon still pounding inside of you moments after your high. Your sensitive clit was getting all the friction, as well as your aching walls, which still remained tight around his cock.

If he had all the time and privacy in the world, he would overstimulate you with multiple climaxes until you ushered him to stop. He’ll take what he can get when he can, even if that meant fucking you senseless at the base.

His thrusts turned sloppy as his cum began to spurt out, filling inside you with so much that it began to seep out, soaking your panties and running down the curve of your inner thighs. He went tense during the last spurt, using you to cockwarm him for a few seconds after.

You mewled as he pulled out of you, feeling the soak he left behind that was coating your lower half. His fingers removed themselves from your mouth, allowing you to huff freely now. You loosened the tight grip you had on the ledge, finally allowing you to stand on bobbling legs.

By the time you turned around, he’d already readjusted his mask to cover the lower region of his face, and his cargo pants were pulled up. Somehow, he looked as if he wasn’t just screwing your brains out. More disheveled than usual, but looking at you as if it was any other day.

He leaned close to your ear, placing his hands behind his back in an administrative manner.

“I’ll see you bright and early for training tomorrow, Sergeant.” He scoffs at his own words, giving you a small wink as he walks out of the room, leaving you to clean yourself up—and process what the hell just happened.

[vivalas-vega]

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heyooo - i'm back from the dead - it's been a while since we've seen these two and for this one we're going back in time !! this is kind of a rewrite of something that’s already happened in the main chapters 🤭 i haven't written jake and jupiter in what feels like forever so this feels rusty to me lol but hopefully you enjoy!

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part of my new perspectives series !! it will make a lot more sense if you're caught up on these two:

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine

word count: 4.8k

warnings: language, mention of alcohol, college/med school/residency inaccuracies (I didn't go to college and it shows lol any and all knowledge on any of this comes from tiktok or greys anatomy)

Sitting at your vanity (if you could even call a plastic set of drawers with a handheld mirror duct taped to the back a vanity) you briefly thought to yourself that you should be excited… and you were, for the most part. Today was one of those days that marked the start of a new chapter. You’d been lucky (or unlucky, depending on how you looked at it) to have had a few of these already… first opening your acceptance letter into college, then med school, and now you were getting ready to find out where you had been matched for residency.

The excitement and nerves you were feeling were subdued because really the only thing you could focus on was the fact that the only person you wanted here wasn’t… and you didn’t know where he was. He could have been on a ship halfway across the world or at a base a handful of hours away but in the end it didn’t really matter much… he wasn’t here, and that was just part of the deal. You knew what this was long before it got to this point, and that point was only accentuated by the floppy haired boy walking into your dorm just as you stood from your spot in front of the window to change.

“Well, don’t you just look darling,” he teased and on another day you might have laughed… struck a pose and had a witty comeback, something about ratty college tees and soffe shorts being on all the runways these days, but it wasn’t another day. It was today and your future was hinging on something written in an envelope waiting for you across campus and this boy wasn’t the one you wanted teasing you today. 

You undressed and stood with your back to him, a silent request for him to help zip your dress and he obliged just as quietly. There was an expiration date on you and Matt, this much you knew… but the way his fingers trailed down your arm and the lingering question he’d been asking all month told you he wasn’t on the same page. He had a vision for his life, one that very much included you and perhaps you felt a little guilty for continuing to keep him in your orbit but the more logical part of you reminded you that the vision you had for your life had been set in stone long before he showed up. He saw residency right here in California, with you by his side. He saw you switching your area of focus to general medicine, something less demanding to create room for starting a family, something you’d do within the next few years. You hadn’t had the heart yet to tell him that sounded like your own personal hell.

Your vision was Boston, in a cutthroat surgical residency program before moving on to whatever hospital offered the best fellowship for your chosen specialty… that was the one area of your life you’d yet to nail down. Most of your peers pursuing the surgical route knew what they wanted to focus on, some vying for cardio or neuro, others trauma or general but not you. That was the one thing you were leaving up to fate, deciding to instead let yourself make that decision a few years into residency… and if that fellowship happened to come along where the boy you missed more than anything was stationed? Well, you wouldn’t be one to complain. The vision didn’t include Matt, it never did. 

And so, as you turned to face him with a tight smile you wanted more than anything to tell him this was over, that it would be best to head into residency as individuals but then you saw that look on his face and you couldn’t do it right now… not right before finding out whether or not you were getting everything you’d spent the last eight years working towards (seven for you, but you wouldn’t point that out to him anymore than you already had). You’d wait until after, even if that meant walking into the ceremony with someone you had already decided you wouldn’t be seeing after today. 

“Hey, did you guys get settled okay?” you asked your parents as you set your bag down on the table and exchanged quick hugs. You’d already seen them this morning when they’d arrived and they’d decided to give you a little space to get ready. 

“Your mother has taken photos of about a dozen things at the hotel, taking notes for our upcoming remodel which… I was just informed of this morning,” your dad said and you laughed. Matt said his hellos before going off to find his own parents and you rolled your eyes at the look your dad fixed you with. “He’s still around?”

“Oh hush,” you replied. Your purse started ringing and you fished around lip gloss and old flashcards to find your phone, immediately feeling more settled at the voice on the other end.

“Hey you,” Jake said and you actually let out a sigh of relief. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh me? You know, cool as a cucumber. Not freaking out at all,” you answered with a small laugh and he just chuckled.

“Of course not, not like there’s anything big going on today.”

“Definitely not, just a normal day around here,” you said.

“I just wanted to call and tell you to breathe, because you forget to do that sometimes-”

“I do not-”

“Yes you do, and to remind you that no matter where you end up you’re going to be just fine.” 

“Thank you,” you said softly. “I know you can’t say where you are but I hope you’re flying safe today,” you added.

“Always do, sweetheart. I’ll call you tonight, yeah?” 

“You better.” you said with a smile as you hung up and put your phone on silent just as the announcer gave the two minute warning. You could practically feel the rising tension in the room, a mix of nervous excitement and pure dread. So many fates contained within tiny envelopes and as you picked yours up you found the whole notion of this rather silly. You felt bad for anyone who got news they didn’t want today, having to find out in a room full of people celebrating and you prayed to a god you weren’t sure you even believed in you wouldn’t be one of them. 

“I think I’m going to, uh…” you started, looking at your parents and then back at the envelope in your hand. “I’m going to just take a minute and open it myself, if that’s okay?” you asked hesitantly and they nodded.

“Whatever you want, honey,” your mom replied and you turned around as the announcer told everyone to open them. You took a deep breath, because you did forget to breathe in times of stress, and with shaking hands practically ripped the envelope apart to pull out a folded piece of paper… a piece of paper that you hoped contained two specific words. 

Massachusetts General. 

Your shaking hands persisted as you read and reread what was right in front of you. Massachusetts General. You blinked and read again, did it really say that? Massachusetts General. 

“Oh my god-” you started as you turned around to show your parents with the paper facing outwards but they were gone. Really they’d only stepped a few feet to the side but they, and everyone else in the room, may as well have disappeared because all you could focus on was him, standing right there in front of you in his dress whites looking so proud as he read the words in your hands that quickly fell to the floor in shock. “Jake?” you asked so quietly, your mind still not catching up but it didn’t matter, in an instant you were launching yourself at him and he caught you with ease as you wrapped around him.

“Hey you,” he repeated his words from just a few minutes ago on the phone and you let out a sound that was mixed with a laugh and a sob as you clung to him. “You did it, I knew you would.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked as you pulled away slightly to look down at him and he just beamed up at you.

“You didn’t really think I’d miss this, did you?” he replied and you just smiled, but it was quickly wiped away as you heard someone clear their throat behind you and you didn’t need to look to know who it was as you slid down Jake’s body to the floor and turned to see Matt, who was looking at the pair of you skeptically.

“Jake’s here,” he said, trying to muster some kind of enthusiasm but it fell flat, “yay.” You stifled a chuckle as you looked at him expectantly, “I matched here, what about you?” You knew what was coming as you took the paper your dad held out for you and Matt nodded softly when he read it. “I thought we talked about staying here for residency?” You didn’t miss the way Jake scoffed behind you, clearly disgusted that that was the first thing out of his mouth.

“You talked about it, Matt… I was always clear about my goals.” you said firmly. “But this is what we’ve both been working for. Congratulations, really,” you said, wrapping him in a tight but quick hug. “Go, celebrate with your family. I’ll see you at the party later.” you finished, nudging him off and  when you turned around Jake was giving you the most unimpressed look.

“Don’t even, I will not be seeing him at the party later, if you must know.” 

“Is that so?” he asked with a smirk and you rolled your eyes as he chuckled.

“Congratulations, sweetheart,” your mom said, pulling you in for a hug.

“We’re so proud of you,” your dad added, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and you went to respond, to thank them for everything they’ve done for you but they didn’t give you the chance. “Go celebrate and spend time together, and have fun at the party tonight.” 

“What? No, you guys flew all this way… I thought we could go out for dinner-”

“Hush, you two have some catching up to do,” your mom replied. “Besides, I think whatever celebrations you get up to tonight are best kept from us,” she added with a knowing smile and you tried to fight your own. 

“We’ll do breakfast, just the four of us like old times… but we won’t wake you too early,” your dad said and you watched as Jake gave them hugs before they slipped away. 

When they left he turned to look at you, all pride and adoration, and you flushed under his gaze as you gave him a look that said what? “You fucking did it, Jupiter.”

“I fucking did it,” you replied, your laughter bright and uncontrollable as he lifted you from the ground and spun you around.

“How’d he take it?” Jake asked as you entered your dorm, and you chuckled as you took him in, sprawled out across your bed, one leg hanging off the side because he simply didn’t fit. 

“About as well as could be expected,” you said and he laughed as he sat up.

“So… not well at all?” He laughed again when you nodded. “Tell me about this party we’re going to.”

“It’s pretty standard, I expect things will go as they always do with a campus party… just a little more celebratory with a slight drinking to numb the pain vibe from some.”

He nodded, “all your friends got what they were hoping for?” 

“For the most part… a few didn’t get exactly what they wanted but that’s kind of how it goes… matching is about a little bit of hard work and a shit ton of luck.”

“So, I’m guessing dress whites aren’t the vibe for tonight?” he asked, watching as you discarded your jewelry onto your desk and you chuckled as you turned and walked towards him, stopping in between his legs.

“Not at all,” you said with a shake of your head and you laughed again as he pouted and rested his hands on the backs of your thighs. “But they were a nice touch, you look very official and handsome,” you added on, hoping to turn his frown upside down.

And you did, he looked up at you with that same look he’d given you in the event hall. “I know you know this, but I really am so fucking proud of you, J,” he said and you softly smiled, feeling crimson creep onto your cheeks and you quickly diverted, trying to break some of the intimacy of the moment by pulling the hat from his head and plopping it on your own.

“Well, you should be, cowboy,” you said, stepping back and grabbing two beers from the mini fridge that doubled as a nightstand, handing one to him and he looked at you expectantly as you both cracked them open. “Because your best friend got into the fucking brig,” you said as you clinked the cans together and he let out a few cheers before taking a generous gulp. 

He stayed by your side as you got ready together, only engaging in a few quarrels due to the lack of space that only got smaller when your roommate Katie showed up, and you couldn’t help your amusement as the two of them got on each other's last nerves. Their relationship was very akin to that of siblings, they’d scream at each other through the phone on facetimes when the other was pulling too much of your attention and on the rare visits Jake managed she’d spend the whole trip pouting about how no one else existed when he was here.

“Are we not going to this party together, Katie?” you said, interrupting her latest spiel about Jake’s evilness, as she put it, and she held her hands up in surrender as you laughed. She put on a good show but you knew she liked having Jake around, it meant she got to see more of her favorite version of you… party Jupiter. And party Jupiter was in full effect as you strolled down the street lined with fraternity houses. The parties you attended these days were typically on the other side of campus and not quite as rowdy, you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d been down here but it had been negotiated that the frats held parties for the med students this year, to give you all one more truly college party before everyone went their separate ways into a new journey of adulthood. 

“You’ve been here before, right?” you asked Jake as you watched him mix you a drink and he nodded.

“Mmhm, your third year of undergrad,” he answered and you snorted.

“Oh god, yeah,” you briefly reminisced on that party, one with no cause, and the shocked look on Jake’s face most of the night. As it turned out, you had actually been understating just how much Stanford kids like to party that day on the phone all those years ago. You mingled with Jake in tow, socializing with friends you hadn’t seen since the beginning of the year to due rotations and interviews across the country, and really emphasizing the fact that you wouldn’t see each other for a number of years after tonight in your drunken states much to Jake’s amusement.

You weren’t much of an emotional drunk but that didn’t seem to be the case tonight… Probably something about the finality of it all, going from college to med school didn’t seem like a huge transition for you because you stayed in the same place, but this was different. After graduation next week you’d be packing up and moving across the country, to somewhere that couldn’t be more different than where you were, and you would officially be a doctor. 

Jake watched as you let loose, cackling with friends about professors or that one time you stole a dozen mice because you couldn’t bear the thought of them being used for research (and you maintained that you’d been in the right each time it was brought up). The last time he’d come to visit you’d been so entrenched in your coursework he actually became worried, watching you study for hours on end from your bed as he realized this is what your life was. You’d always done a good job at completing everything before he arrived so you could focus on the fun but that visit just wasn’t the case… There were exams to prep for and applications to be sent out and interviews to be scheduled, and all he could do was half-heartedly read a book he’d plucked from your shelf about internal medicine and force you to come up for air every now and again.

But this time was completely different, there was nothing to worry about because you were done. You’d gotten to the end of your journey here at Stanford and were in that blissful reprieve period where there truly was nothing to fret over, and it simultaneously warmed Jake’s heart and broke it to see. On one hand, you were finally getting a true break after years of achingly hard work… but on the other that break would only last a few days before you went into a tizzy packing to move cross country and start your residency. He knew you were happy, and that you would be happy in Boston but he also knew things were only about to get harder, and that a few days of true relief weren’t enough.

Granted, this wasn’t how you felt, despite the fact that as you downed your drink and chatted with Katie about her upcoming move to Nashville you had no idea this was going through his head… you felt nothing but joy knowing that you got to spend the next few days with Jake before diving into your future. Residency is what you feel you’d waited your whole life for. You did the hard stuff, you laid the foundation and stuffed your nose in a book for years and now you were finally going to be able to do. 

“I think I might actually miss these parties,” you said as you sat down by the edge of the pool with a sigh, unclasping your heels and actually moaning in relief as you dipped your feet into the cool water and Jake chuckled beside you. 

“I find that shocking considering that after that one your third year you said you never wanted to set foot on this block again.”

“I’ve grown, things have changed,” you protested which coaxed another laugh from him. “God, I can’t believe I’m leaving this place soon. It almost feels like just yesterday I showed up here with nothing but a suitcase and a dream. And you! Mr. Top Gun graduate,” you added, nudging him playfully.

“Don’t let Coyote hear you, he’ll bust my chops even more than he already has.”

“I miss Coyote,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Are you going home for Christmas this year?” you asked and this took him slightly by surprise, considering it was spring and he didn’t expect you to be looking forward to anything other than residency.

“I don’t think so… the way it lines up I’d have to fly in on Christmas Eve and leave the day after… I think the short trips make my mom sadder than me not going home at all.”

“They do,” you said. “For my parents too. I don’t know why but they do. What do you think about me coming to you this year? If you’re on base.”

“I think that sounds perfect,” he replied, turning to press a kiss on the top of your head. “I’m sorry I can’t stay for graduation,” he said and you lifted your head to shake it, waving your hand dismissively.

“Truthfully I don’t care about graduation, it’s more for my parents and yours. This was the important one,” you replied, giving him a warm smile. “I still can’t believe you pulled off surprising me. How long have you known you’d be able to make it?”

“Since you first told me the day,” he answered and your eyes widened as you hit his chest.

“You asshole! You made me think you couldn’t come and this was your plan all along? I was really sad, you know.”

He let out a loud laugh, “yeah, I know. But it was worth it! The look on your face was priceless.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you muttered.

“Had to get you back for my tap out ceremony somehow,” he pointed out and you sighed, because he did have a point.

“That’s fair. Though, I could argue that it was a surprise for me as well, mine was not premeditated.” 

“To-mato to-mato,” he replied. “So, when do you make the big move?” 

“Well, tomorrow you’ll be helping me scout apartments, tough part is I’ll have to pick a place sight unseen so we’re going to have to be very thorough in our search and then hopefully I’ll be out there within three weeks… My program starts in four.”

“Unless a last minute deployment pops up, I think I can meet you out there… help you get settled and all that.”

“Really?” you asked, eyes wide and full of hope as you beamed up at him and he chuckled, knowing you were definitely drunk right now. “Seeing you twice in one month? I don’t think we’ve gotten that lucky since we were teenagers.” 

“Well, I don’t know about that,” he said with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows and you were startled by your own laugh, not expecting the turn in conversation. 

“That’s right, forgot I was talking to Hangman, eternal stud.” you joked. Briefly you thought joking about it should sting, and deep down maybe it did a little, but this was the first time it’s come up and the sting wasn’t the first thing you noticed.

“You haven’t done so bad for yourself either,” he said and you just gave him a deadpan glare.

“Really? You think Matt was making me feel lucky every time?” you asked and he went through the same range of emotions. He thought it should hurt, and it did somewhere deep down, but it wasn’t the first thing he noticed.

“He wasn’t? Then what was the point?” he exclaimed and you hid your face in embarrassment. 

“Oh, I don’t know! Truthfully it spiraled and I didn’t have time for anything else so…” you trailed off before letting out a groan. “Oh god, I’m a terrible person.”

“Now, how did we end up there?” he asked, brows furrowing in confusion at your statement.

“I knew all along I’d dump him right about now, how awful to not do it so much sooner.”

He shrugged, “maybe… but knowing you he did get lucky every time so don’t feel too bad. Broken heart or not he reached the mountaintop, good for him.”

“That’s a better, if not slightly twisted, way of looking at things.” you mused, resting your head on his shoulder again.

“Tired?” he asked and you nodded. “Don’t quite have the stamina of an undergrad anymore?”

“Shut up,” you said. “It’s been an emotional day.” 

“Wanna go home?” he asked and you nodded, allowing yourself to be pulled up and you awkwardly shook your leg over the pool to rid yourself of excess water, to which he just shook his head in amusement. 

You spent the walk back towards your dorm lost in conversation, giggling about nothing in particular and squealing when he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder, “Jake! I’m too drunk, don’t make me hurl,” you laughed but he didn’t seem to care, carrying you like it was nothing until suddenly you were on the move again, sliding down to the ground with Jake’s firm hands on your waist to guide you. Your brows furrowed in confusion when you noticed you weren’t at your dorm but instead in front of a shiny car.

“I love Katie,” he started, but was cut off by the questioning look you gave him, “really, I do, but you didn’t really think I was crashing in your dorm, did you?” he asked and he did have a point… the last time he visited she was on rotation so he crammed himself onto her tiny bed and complained all the next day… there simply wasn’t anywhere for him to be this time around. “I have a hotel room a few blocks away, do you want to come stay with me? Or I can walk you back to your room,” he added the last part a little hurriedly and you chuckled, you thought you just caught a glimpse of a younger Jake… nervous and not wanting to overstep. 

“Are you kidding me?” you asked, gesturing towards the door and he was quick to open it for you, “a night away from that thing they call a bed sounds like heaven.”

“And here I thought you just wanted to spend more time with me,” he said after walking around and getting in the driver’s side.

“Well, that’s certainly part of it… just not the main part,” you teased and he shook his head as he navigated towards his hotel and you looked over at him in amusement when you entered the parking lot. “Very fancy, Mr. Seresin,” you said as he opened the door for you and he extended his hand which you gladly took.

“Shut up and come on,” he replied and you did as you were told. Following him through the hotel and to the elevator, where they opened to reveal a cozy and beautifully decorated rooftop bar and you just looked over at him, eyes wide and questioning. “Tonight was a goodbye to your college life, and I thought what better way to end it than here, welcoming in this next chapter?”

“Jake…” you started, the lingering alcohol in your system still present enough to have you feeling a little more emotional than usual. You sat at a cozy loveseat positioned in front of a firepit and thanked the waiter when he brought over your cocktails, gin and tonic for you and something whiskey based for Jake. 

“To you, Jupiter. You’ve worked so hard the past seven years, and you never once wavered when things got hard. You are nothing short of incredible, and being here with you right now, marking this occasion… it means a lot to me, and I’ll never stop being proud of you.” he said, and you felt your eyes well with tears that mirrored his own.

“Stop, you can’t cause then I’ll really lose it,” you warned, laughing softly as you wiped your cheeks. “Thank you… not just for saying that but for being you, and for being here. I was a wreck all morning and then I turned around and saw you and everything felt… settled. You being here means more than you know.” you said and you clinked your glasses together before taking a sip. “I’m really proud of us.” you said added a few moments of silence. “Do you remember the day we decided to break up?”

“Vividly,” he chuckled and you couldn’t help but laugh too.

“God, we were so young, with such big dreams… and going into it all so devastated… I wish we could go back and tell them it wouldn’t be for nothing, that we made it.” 

“We did make it didn’t we?” he asked and you nodded, a smile creeping onto your face. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and you didn’t know if it was the weighty realization that seven years ago you broke each other’s hearts to pursue the dreams you’d just achieved or the alcohol or just the fact that you simply wanted to but you leaned forward and let your lips brush against his. Soft and questioning but he pressed forward and captured you in a searing kiss. Years of pent up emotion and love spilling out, and you smiled when he chased your lips as you pulled away. 

You didn’t need to say anything, didn’t need to acknowledge any of it. You both knew it didn’t change anything, you both might have made it but only to the next stepping stone… it still wasn’t the time. You kissed him once more before scooting closer and resting your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around your waist as you just enjoyed the moment for what it was. A celebration of what was to come.

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YOU KNOW WHAT?! TAKE MY DRDT GENDERBEND AU THAT I HAVE IN MY NOTES

This is non-spoiler (jk there are some spoilers)

Sorry if this is bad, I am not experienced in making aus :(((

Feel free to ask abt it in the comments

DRDT genderbend AU:

Main cast:

Takeo Tawaki:

The protagonist. Despite having the Ultimate title of “Lucky Student,” it seems like the only luck Takeo has is bad luck. Accidents and misfortunes constantly plague Takeo and those around him. Despite this, he remains courageous and confident in his own abilities. Takeo has a natural inclination to be a bit distrustful of his peers.

Takeo is a young man with medium-toned skin and brown eyes. He has short brown hair that lightens towards the bottom. Takeo has multiple injuries on his body. He wears band aids on his nose and left shin, a bandage wrapped around his left arm, a compression brace around his left knee, and scratches are visible on his right ankle

Takeo wears a Japanese schoolboy uniform consisting of a green buttoned shirt and a green pants, though the pants on his left side is rumpled and not pulled all the way down. He wears dark green ankle-length socks, he also wears a pair of brown shoes with white laces.

Alexandra ‘Xandra’ Matthews:

Loud in both voice and personality, Alexandra “Xandra” Matthews earned the title of Ultimate Rebel through her consistent tendency to go against the status quo and break the rules. Xandra has a strong sense of morals, and is constantly trying to right the world’s wrongs. Don’t accuse her of being just a rule-breaking problem child, though. She gets worked up very easily.

Xandra is a light-skinned young female. She has bright red hair, half of it covering her left eye, A white eye patch covers her left eye. Xandra’s eye fades from gray to orange, but they can change based on the intensity of her emotions. Xandra wears a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up halfway, with a red bandana wrapped around her neck. A brown vest rests on her shoulders. She has black, finger-less gloves with rectangle holes. She wears a black skirt and black boots that reach just below her knees.

Evan Tobisa:

Peppy, diligent, and always punctual, Evan Tobisa is the cheerful Clockmaker. He has a bit of a tendency to overwork himself as he gets absorbed into his work sometimes. While it may seem that Evan is a tad on the emotional or naive side, in the end he’s still a regular boy who likes hanging out.

Evan is a dark-skinned young man with brown hair that fades into blond. His hair is medium in length, tied up into a ponytail. He has brown eyes, with a pair of magenta glasses on his face. He wears a collared shirt with a yellow bow tie and a magenta vest with accents of blue on top. He has a multipurpose belt, with many tools inside. He wears pink shorts and white gloves. He has blue and white striped socks that reach just below his knees and black shoes.

Huo Jing:

Huo Jing is an incredibly talented musician who specializes as the Ultimate Zither Player. It’s said that even a listening to a few minutes of one of his performances will bring tears to even the hardest of hearts. Huo possesses a very fatherly personality, and does his best to maintain order in the group. At times, his nagging nature shows.

Huo Jing is a light-skinned young man with green hair and green eyes. He ties the back of his hair into a man bun that is tied with a green butterfly hair accessory, he also has a red hairband with a flower charm on it.

Huo wears a traditional green cheongsam with a gold flower pattern and a yellow and red belt with black shoes.

J Moreno:

J Moreno specializes in theatrical special effects, and has worked on many famous plays and musicals throughout his life. He hates actors, believing that all actors are egotistical spotlight-hogs. While he tries to act tough, in truth he’s quite vulnerable on the inside.

J is a light-skinned young man with black hair with blue and green streaks. He has blue eyes. He wears a purple hoodie with a graphic tee on it, underneath his hoodie is a gray shirt with long sleeves. He wears blue shorts and black tights. He has blue sneakers.

Vincent Grebenshchikova:

Vincent Grebenshchikova is in constant pursuit of the thrill of being scared, leading to an interest in horror fiction. His intense consumption and studies of the horror genre have earned him the title of Ultimate Horror Fanatic. He is embarrassed about his tendency to get carried away when talking about horror.

Vincent is light-skinned young man with short red hair with white streaks and grey eyes. He also decorates his hair with different coloured eyeballs. His left accessory has two eyeballs and his right accessory has three eyeballs. He wears a white top with black semi-transparent sleeves and a black corset, he also wears black bell bottoms that have a spiderwebs design on them. He has white socks with yellow bows, which are held up by garters, and black Mary Janes.

Dahlia Chiem:

Dahlia Chiem is a renowned Inspirational Speaker who has motivated many people through her uplifting speeches. As one would expect, Dahlia is a constantly optimistic personality who encourages those around her to keep on moving. Her true personality may be more pessimistic and lazy than she lets on, according to some (unreliable) sources

Dahlia is a light-skinned young woman. She has dark blue hair in which she wears two yellow hair barrettes and a yellow hair clip with a star on it. Dahlia has grey eyes with yellow stars in them. Dahlia wears a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up halfway, and a green bow tie at her neck. She wears a black skirt and black shoes. Her skirt is held up by a pair of black suspenders.

Amelia Giles:

Amelia Giles is a Plastic Surgeon who specializes in cosmetic surgery. She worships those who possess beauty, and shuns those who are “ugly,” an adjective that she applies to just about everyone. Amelia is rude, condescending, and has little value for others…unless you happen to be a gorgeous celebrity, in which case she’ll kiss up to you.

Amelia is a young woman with mint-colored hair and blue eyes. She wears a surgical mask on her face. She wears blue and green scrubs under a white coat with the sleeves rolled up, dark blue gloves, and brown shoes.

Leah Fontana:

Her appearance may be intimidating, but Leah Fontana has the innocuous talent of Personal Stylist. She has a serious nature and rarely displays strong emotions, but she takes care of her classmates and does her best to help them. Leah seems to have a dangerous past that she’s unwilling to talk about.

Leah is tall and muscular, with brown hair and blue eyes. She wears a blue sleeveless shirt with a purple sleeveless vest which has detached sleeves, and a pink necktie. She also wears a black skirt and long brown boots. She has piercings in both earlobes as well as two piercings in her left auricle. Her nails are painted black.

Ava Markey:

Ava Markey is an incredible Jockey, having won dozens of awards for her jockeying abilities…and yet she completely detests the sport. Ava is incredibly aggressive and constantly lashing out at others, and yet at the same time is a massive coward. She’s all bark, no bite.

Ava is a light-skinned young female. She has maroon hair that stands up and small, maroon eyes. She has a large scar on her right cheek. She wears an orange branded jockeying uniform with her sleeves rolled up halfway. She has black gloves and wears white pants and black boots that reach just below her knees.

Under Ava’s jockeying uniform, she wears a sleeveless white top.

Mitsu Jeung:

Mitsu Jeung is one of the top school performers in the nation, and as thus has rightfully earned the title of Ultimate Student. His talents lie in his diligence at studying and his excellent memory. He is almost always seen quietly studying, never wasting a single opportunity to prep for school, and gets annoyed if he is distracted from this task.

Mitsu is a light-skinned young man. He has short brown hair with bangs that cover his eyes. His attire consists of a white shirt, a red tie with a tie pin, a mauve jacket, burgundy pants, knee-high socks, and brown shoes.

Willow Young:

It’s said that if you get the Ultimate Matchmaker to find you a romantic partner, you’re guaranteed to have a happy and stable relationship for life. Unfortunately for Willow Young, she seems to lack all luck when it comes to finding a relationship herself. Willow is seemingly unable to take any situation seriously. She’s always cracking jokes and making light of things

Willow is a light-skinned young female with blond hair dyed pink at the tips and blue eyes. She wears a black choker and a pink shirt with a pink hoodie. She has a black watch and pink bracelets along with rings and pink nails. She has blue jeans which are ripped at her left knee. She has pink socks and earrings in the shape of hearts.

Charlotte Cuevas:

While there’s no doubt that the Ultimate Chemist is very educated and talented in the field of chemistry, Charlotte has no qualms on using those facts to lord her intellectual superiority over others. She looks down upon those she views as less intelligent. On the flipside, Charlotte is easy to tease and often loses her cool if made fun of.

Charlotte is a young woman with medium-toned skin and yellow eyes. She has short purple hair with two long side bangs that reach her shoulders. Charlotte wears lab safety goggles over her eyes. Her attire consists of a blue button-down shirt, brown skirt, black shoes, a purple necktie, blue gloves, and a lab coat. The left pocket of her lab coat contains a notepad, and the right pocket contains a pen and a pencil.

Under her lab coat, Charlotte wears a blue button-down shirt, with her sleeves rolled up halfway.

Atsushi Nageishi:

Atsushi Nageishi made his debut in the bowling world as a teenager by winning multiple bowling championships. He has a habit of acting cutesy, but don’t let that fool you—he can be very cruel. Ultimately, he just wants to ingratiate himself with others, although the methods he takes to accomplish that goal are…questionable

Atsushi is a light-skinned young male. He has blue eyes and hair. His hair slightly covers his right eye. His hair is uneven and choppy. He wears a blue collared shirt with white arm sleeves and a bowling ball pin on the right side of his chest. He has a short dark blue pants and a bowling glove on his left hand. Atsushi's nails are painted blue. He has thigh-high socks with three blue stripes at the top. He wears blue sneakers.

Nora Hakobyan:

As the Ultimate Pet Therapist, Nora Hakobyan possesses an incredible synergy with animals and works with owners to address behavioral issues in their pets. Yet by spending so much time around animals, Nora may have forgotten how to act around humans. They are quite nervous around others and sometimes struggle to word things correctly.

Nora is a pale-skinned young person with red eyes. They have black hair that sticks up on the sides, resembling the ears of a cat. they wear a blue shirt with a dark cloak on top and a black skirt. They also wear black fingerless gloves with pink prints resembling the toe pads of a cat. They also wear cat-shaped beige slippers with white socks. Their left arm has scratches on it.

River Lacroix:

As the Ultimate Art Forger, River Lacroix paints copies of famous masterpieces that are so realistic that they’re often mistaken for the real thing. He owes his forgery talent to his photographic memory. Despite this, River is very absent-minded and rarely pays attention to things. He’ll often zone out in the middle of a conversation, or worse, fall asleep.

River is a dark-skinned young male with curly brown hair and colourful eyes. He wears a black barret and a white apron with paint stains. He wears a lilac shirt under his apron with the sleeves rolled up halfway. His shirt is also slightly stained with teal paint. He wears a dark grey pants with black tights and teal shoes. His shoelaces are tied around his ankles.

MonoTV:

A strange robot with a television for a head. MonoTV claims to be the “Ultimate TV Show Host” who is in charge of an unheard of reality TV show called “Danganronpa: Despair Time.” Although it says it’s in charge, it seems to incompetent in most things.

Also, claims to be a cat despite looking nothing like one.

MonoTV enjoys watching the students kill each other and is prone to using profanity-laced language. Despite this, its demeanor often comes off as cheerful and friendly, which contrasts with its cruel personality. MonoTV is generally portrayed as being rather incompetent.

Edit: Side characters

Masako Akasaki:

??? Tawaki:

Felix Giles:

Elizabeth ‘Eli’ Cuevas:

Tracy Riley:

Anthony Belyaeva:

Rachel Rosales:

Marcelo Rosales:

Hannah Rosales:

Fuyu Nageishi:

Natsu Nageishi:

Damian Chiem:

(Why is there so many blue side characters-)

[moodywyrm]

OKAY these are from different ask games but I’m extremely nosy so :)

26. how’s your spice tolerance?

27. what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

🔐 - something no one would guess about you

🖇️ - what are your favorite asks to answer

🌊 - a kink you would like to write but you think you’d be judged

Aaaaaaand some of my own:

Would you consider any of your anons friends, even if you’ve never actually talked to them off of anon?

Do you prefer tea, hot chocolate, or coffee?

Favorite constellation?

Talk about your crush (if you have one)

Sorry, I love seeing the answers to these. Makes me see the author as more of a person than just their fics (Not to sound weird, it’s just a lot of people think that about writers). They’re also super fun! Enjoy, Moony. <3

Omg you’re an Angel I love questions 💕💕

26. My spice tolerance is pretty good!! But specifically when it comes to Latin spices and cuisines, bc I’m Mexican and most of our food is spicy 😎 my favorite snack is xxtra hot Cheetos with Tapatio 💕 but something about East Asian and south Asian spices fucks me up??? I think it’s just bc it’s not a taste profile I grew up with :(

27. These are similar but not the same! My go-to outfit is usually comfy pants (typically flared leggings) with a band tee (probably metallica), my big cardigan, and my doc martens. My favorite is usually that outfit but with a miniskirt and tights, although I can’t always wear it bc sensory issues.

🔐. I’m not sure actually? If I had to guess, based on my blog alone, I don’t know if people would guess my love of musicals? Or my love of crime and mystery stories? My sister and I went on a rampage watching a bunch of murder mysteries 💕 idk I feel like I talk about a lot of my more hidden or less popular interests on here?

🖇️. Omg i love answering my nonnies life updates, sweet domestic asks, especially when they’re about the lil universes I’ve built around the characters (like college basketball Abby and her apartment). Idk, both of them make it feel like people are actually engaging with me and my work instead of me just screaming into the void 💕

🌊. I don’t know actually? I feel like I don’t have any kinks that are like really intense? Maybe somno?

Okay for yours!!

- i do consider my anons friends!! Maybe not as closely as the ones that have markers or ones I talk to off anon, every day, but they’re still my friends!!

- coffee all the way 💕 I’m very picky about tea, and I don’t like hot drinks or drinks that are too sweet

- i like scorpius!! Although I don’t know too much about the constellations 😭

-i do and some of y’all probably know who. they’re the sweetest girl in the world and I’m so happy I met them :( genuinely, I must have done something pretty good in a past life to have her in mine now. she’s absolutely gorgeous, in case y’all were wondering, but my favorite thing about her is how caring she is. I love watching them take care of their family, and how they take care of me. I’m gonna take care of her one day, in person. My strong girl, she makes me so giddy all the time, i love talking to her 💕

Thank you for asking so many questions baby!!! I love answering ‘em 💕 and k totally get it, I feel like sometimes readers forget we’re also humans with stories and feelings, and I’m so lucky to have met people like you and so many of my followers who are so kind 💕

[potatoesandsunshine]

for the choose violence ask game:

3, 6, 16, and 25 with critical role (either tm9 or vox machina)

3.screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr: c1 you had like a stronger firehose of flat sexism which sucked but c2 takes the worst takes cake by far. look i was there for the beaujes schism there were many dark times. the post that made me the most mad that i still remember was someone calling beauyasha a lesbian ship designed for straight people - unlike beaujes, which would be real representation. why do i remember that. this website is a circle of hell created to torment me.

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?: unquestionably widomauk. i do not understand why that is a Big Ship and i think people were way to attached to an idea that was never as sexy as widofjord didn't have legs. this bled over into all the big caleb ships but never more annoyingly than it did with molly

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc): i genuinely feel like the vast majority of people invented a fanon version of mollymauk after he died and are in desperate need of a Return To The Source Material Refresher. i would like this character more if you could ever get a good fan characterization of him. i think i've liked one molly fic ever. i rarely read cr fic but when i do my first filter move is to take out molly i have no desire to see this frankenstein built from every imagined thing people think happened with him in the show. there's something potentially interesting to think about with how molly is present in the memory of the characters of c2 in this different and idealized way but unfortunately i will never sift through ten thousand bullshit headcanons to find it

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing: i'm really not that In The Fandom anymore but cr is genuinely propped up on the base of a bunch of parasocial stuff that fans don't seem able to let go of so. honestly if we could never again do the "they're not successful they're just friends running a dnd game, we're lucky to get to see it so we should never complain about anything that happens in it, fuck you if you ever do! Don't forget to love each other tee hee" post again i would be free. this fandom has crossed the size threshold for discussing things with any nuance at all and it feels like it always loops back around to don't forget to love each other as if that's a merch tagline. i could go the rest of my life never hearing it again

if i had to pick another one, I'd say it's wild when people then turn around and say a character was acting ooc just because they did something that the audience didn't like. like i can't fucking stand fcg but they're not acting ooc when they spit out some trite first semester psychology student bullshit. that's literally in character i just don't like the character, i don't get on here and make a post saying sam doesn't know how to play his own robot

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My 2023 in retrospect...

Well, that year is almost over. Here's my story of 2023.

This year marked the 30th Anniversary of my time at the Surrey Downs Child Care Centre which I didn't like a little at first as I felt like a prisoner but I soon got the hang of it later. Also, my first video game, 'Super Mario All-Stars' for the SNES hit store shelves 30 years ago too but didn't get it until Christmas a year later at that time.

In January, I went to the St Kilda Mangrove Boardwalk for the first time in many years. It looked a bit different compared with last time I looked.

In February, I got a Lightburn Zeta coffee mug and saw a show at the Garden Of Unearthly Delights all by myself for the first time in my life! Then later, I saw Luke Million perform music from his first album 'Gina The Synth Cat' on his handy keytar! Then at the end, I got lucky and managed to grab one of his drumsticks! From a shop in Chinatown, I bought a Pikachu-design bathroom spout extension which slides onto most horizontal spouts!

In March, I got my Knight Rider Historians tee-shirt showing the GMC Prime Mover & Trailer which is now currently being restored. Went to the new TK-Maxx store at Churchill Centre in Kilburn and tried both 'Bard' & 'Barbarian' burgers from Carl's Jr who have teamed up with the board game based film, Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Theives. After a remarkable 25 Years, Ash Ketchum's quest to become a true Pokemon Master came to an epic conclusion with the callback mini-series, 'Aim To Be A Master'. He and Pikachu came a long, long way together through the low times and the high. We still saluted him, celebrated him and praised him like we should.

In April, I went to a LEGO exhibit at the Museum Of Adelaide, then to a car show at Echunga Oval and then to an Easter carnival on Ridley Reserve. Bought the LEGO Icons 'Land Rover Defender 110' which is considered to be my best one for 2023 with working suspension, steering and the ability to tow! I even built a trailer to go with it!

In May, I took a time-lapse video of a Wisdom 'Sizzler' ride being setup for the first time in my life! Built a LEGO model of the gas heater we used to have in the lounge room until 2007. Went on a few tram rides at the St Kilda Tramway Museum.

In June, went to the Model Railway Exhibition in Angle Park. Then went on a few buses during a 'Farewell Tour' of the MAN NL202 fleet.

In July, I put 'Richard Stevens Hire' decals on my blue LEGO trailer as a nod to the days before Kennards came to South Australia! The old streetlights on our street were upgraded to LED. Saw the 'Barbie' movie at Hoyts. Brixpo was way better than ever, so was AVCon!

In August, The St Kilda Tramway Museum had a showcase of old buses. Then I went to the Gawler Show.

In September, Went to the Royal Adelaide Show and saw a small ex-John Martins semi trailer which was owned by one of the amusement companies. The supposed Masters Home Improvement store in Noarlunga is now being converted to Bunnings after sitting unused for quite some time. My grandmother Ann Smith turned 90 and we celebrated her birthday at the main hall in her aged care village. Took a hike in Cobbler Creek Recreation Park and I was exceptionally lucky to avoid getting bitten by a snake which could've cut my life short. Then I finally advanced onto my full driver's license and had a beer at the Old Spot Hotel in commemoration of the 15th Anniversary of my first 'legal drink'.

In October, The former house of 'The Owens' (i.e. my mother's parents) was put up for sale. Had a discussion with an NDIS employee at the Disabilty, Ageing & Lifestyle Expo at the showgrounds. Then for the first time in almost 13 years, looked around in the Roseworthy Agricultural Museum and went on some rides at the Roseworthy Miniature Railway Club! Went to the Tonsley Hotel in Clovelly Park to have a meal before it closed its doors to be redeveloped for the T2D Infrastructure Project. The former Red Rooster building at Harbor Town in West Beach was finally demolished after TEN YEARS! Then I went to the National Motor Museum for the 'Bay To Birdwood' car showcase!

In November, Went to the first ever Tiny Homes Expo at the Adelaide Showgrounds. Ingle Farm Shopping Centre changed its name to Ingle Farm Plaza and the old 'wind pump' signboards had to be removed and replaced with generic rectangular ones. Went to the Skye Lookout for a lovely view of the city and its surroundings. Bought the new Jazwares 'Train & Play Deluxe Pikachu' from Toyworld! I just couldn't resist it.

In December, I went to the new entertainment complex in the former Harris Scarfe floors of Rundle Place. Received my 1/43 Scale Knight Rider FLAG Rig from a seller in Portugal but was in a few pieces so I had to gorilla-glue them back on. Also did a repair to a LEGO Fabuland plane set as the left-side exhaust pipe was in two pieces when I bought it from a shop in Cowell. Went on Adelaide's first ever BEB (Battery-Electric Bus) on Route 99C for the first time in my life! For Christmas, I got the new LEGO Chevrolet Corvette!

[sunriseverse]

it’s crazy to me how as soon as xy realized that hey, this is guy is nice to me? he just got bored and stopped antagonizing xxc. truly just shows how much he is a product of his environment and if even one person would have loved him when he was a child the whole chang clan massacre probably could have been avoided. he is a character so deeply deprived of genuine love and care it is actually insane. when i look at him i see someone is holding on so deeply to a child’s anger that he can’t possibly understand how he could be in the wrong. it’s like, you know when a kid gets mad and they’re like, “it’s MY toy!” or “he hit ME first!” and they don’t think about how actions made in retaliation could also be wrong because they don’t have the emotional capacity to do so yet? neither does xue yang. his trauma stunted his emotional development so genuinely badly because no one was ever there to help him work through it so it just sat and ruminated for years and years and years. and of course by the time the chang massacre rolled around he probably thought murder was like… the normalest thing ever. but as soon as someone was nice to him he was just happy to play house. who needs murder when you have to fix a leaking roof?

this got long again i really do apologise! please find my rambling below the cut.

part of me feels the need to preface this with a “yes i know he’s a bad person i’m not excusing his actions etc etc etc” but we are both rational adults and fans here so like. fuck that tee bee aich. i think you’ve hit the nail pretty much head on—xy is (as are……….basically all the characters in mdzs, to more or less obvious degrees) a product of his environment. yes, he made the choices he made, but that doesn’t change the fact that he was, essentially, given a really big disadvantage at best to start with. like you say—xy’s trauma, and the way people treated and continue to treat him, absolutely stunted his ability to even conceptualise situations as more than a “me versus them” and have in-depth reflections on nuances.

on that note, i want to touch on the finger thing. his own reasoning for the chang massacre is absolutely childish in nature—but also, there’s no other way to say it: it’s entirely possible that, if he was even a hair’s breath less lucky, that injury could have killed him. even when it didn’t, that was an incalculably cruel thing to do to a literal child, just because you can. the only difference between xy and any other child who may have suffered at cca’s hand is that xy grew up to be able to take revenge for it. that’s it. in the framework of mdzs, it’s perfectly acceptable on a social level to kill someone to take revenge for them killing one of yours—it’s life for a life to settle a debt. in xy’s mind, he really does believe a finger, and thus the loss of a potentially entirely different life, is perfectly balanced by the lives of the chang clan. i’m not going to argue whether or not this is “true”—it doesn’t really matter. all that i want to highlight is that he’s not making shit up—he’s taking an existing societal framework and applying his own understanding to it—an understanding that is, necessarily, stunted and warped by his own experiences. (another thing i think that xy forces the audience to face is the question of “how much suffering or pain is enough to be ‘worthy’ before you’re allowed to do something about it?” his society says a life; he says a loss of a potential life. this is a question we could debate until the geese migrate, and come to wildly different answers based on cultural differences.) (and to that point—i wouldn’t say xy thinks murder is normal—instead, i would say that he merely has a different metric for what makes murder “acceptable” than the society around him. no one particularly bats an eye at the wen wwx tortured brutally and, yes, murdered, to take retribution for the jiang massacre, in or out of canon, because this is an “acceptable” situation for murder. but, of course, this is me being pedantic.)

as to your final point—yes. who does need murder when you can fix a leaking roof? isn’t it so much more fulfilling to fix a problem than to bloody a blade? death will just come back to haunt you—family, friends, the government, random fucking cultivators who decide to track you down for your crimes, and so forth. a leaking roof is simple. it doesn’t ask you to consider consequences, or ramifications, or anything more than “where am i going to get a nail” and “where did i put the hammer” and “i hope it doesn’t rain while i’m trying to fix it”. a leaking roof is the sort of simplicity xy, i think, even if he will never admit it, craves—you have a problem, and you fix it, and that’s the end. now you can have dinner without getting wet.

[lanaewo]

It’s finally the day. The day Jeongguk is going to meet his soulmate.

Jeongguk knows it is the day the second he enters the bar. The day he had been waiting for since he learned about soulmates seventeen years ago. The day he will meet the person the universe created for him.

Every story, every book, every movie, and every song all describe that moment: the tingles in your body when you’re close to your soulmate. The increase in your heart rate. The pull.

“What are you doing, Jeongguk? You’re blocking the door.”

Jeongguk turns to face Jin, his best friend of eight years.

“He’s here,” he whispers.

He does not need to explain who is he. There is only one person Jeongguk talks about with so much awe in his voice.

Jin immediately scans their surroundings and whistles. “It's going to be hard to touch everyone here tonight.”

Jeongguk can only agree. The bar is already packed, the three groups scheduled to play this evening having all a solid fan base.

“I’ll have to let destiny do its thing.”

“Let’s do that, then. But with a beer. I’m parched.”

Knowing better than to argue with his friend, Jeongguk follows him toward the bar. There is no need to rush things. The universe is very good at this little matchmaking game. Jeongguk is going to meet his soulmate tonight. He does not have a single doubt about it.

He still stares at every person he runs into. Just in case. Jeongguk refuses to miss his mate for something as stupid as not looking around.

He has dreamt of this moment for too long to ruin it.

Some lucky souls meet their other half when they are children, others during adolescence, but Jeongguk has to wait for his twenty-second year. But nothing matters anymore, this day has arrived.

“Okay, Guk,” Jin starts once they both have a pint in their hands, “where do you want to start?”

“I don’t know. How was it for you and Namjoon?”

“We've already told you about our first meeting dozens of times. I went to the supermarket, Joon was working there, filling back the shelves, and he fell in my arms. Literally.”

“But you must have sensed the pull? How did you know in which alley you’ll find him?”

“I was searching for some soju, and I found him right here, next to my favorite brand.”

No matter how many times Jeongguk has heard this story, he still marvels at the universe's cleverness. It’s too sad that he can’t use Jin’s experience for his own case.

“So? What’s your plan?” Jin insists.

“I don’t know. Maybe just walking around and touching every person I cross to see if the string appears.”

“That’s going to be awkward if you just touch some strangers’ faces or hands. Or you’re going to be arrested for sexual assault.”

“I-”

The end of Jeongguk’s sentence gets stuck in his throat.

That’s him.

It can’t be otherwise.

The man is standing on a platform overlooking the whole bar in a pair of dark blue jeans, a white tee, and army boots. He’s tall, probably around Jeongguk’s size, but leaner, less muscular. Still, his aura of power is unmistakable. It shows in his stance, in the way his sharp eyes roam the crowd gathered at the ground level.

The stranger says a few words to someone still hidden in the private office before closing the door and going down the first step.

That’s the moment his eyes lock with Jeongguk’s.

He stops for a few seconds, then a slow smirk appears on his lips, and he resumes his advance.

Jeongguk remains glued on his spot for all the time the stranger - his soulmate, it can only be his soulmate - needs to cross the packed room and stops right in front of him.

“Good evening,” he says, and Jeongguk’s knees melt at the sound of his deep baritone. “My name is Taehyung, Kim Taehyung.”

Jeongguk opens his mouth, but the only thing that leaves his mouth is a squeak.

Piercings.

The man has piercings.

One loop in his bottom lip and another in his brow, as well as several studs in his ear, unevenly placed from the lobe to the helix. Jeongguk had always dreamed of having some for himself but had always been too afraid of the reactions he’d receive if he did it.

“Can I have your name?”

Another squeak.

Then Jeongguk hears a groan coming from his right, followed by Jin’s voice: “This idiot is Jeongguk. In case you didn't notice, he’s very pleased to meet you.”

Taehyung’s eyes flick toward Jin for a millisecond before plunging back into Jeongguk’s.

“I’m happy to meet you, too. Something tells me we'll be spending a lot of time together from now on.”

Jeongguk nods like the idiot Jin always accuses him of being.

“Let’s deal with the formalities first,” Taehyung offers, holding his hand out for Jeongguk to seize it. “If you agree, of course.”

There is no doubt in his mind, but Jeongguk still gasps when the red string of fate appears on both their pinky fingers at the first contact of their skin.

His soulmate. He just found his soulmate.

[boricuacherry-blog]

Tracey Tee felt stuck when Covid-19 hit in 2020.

Tee lost her business and the sudden shift in her children's schooling meant more responsibilities at home. Plus, the lack of in-person community left her feeling isolated from any support.

After reading Michael Pollan's "How to Change Your Mind: What the New Science of Psychedelics Teaches Us About Consciousness, Dying, Addiction, Depression, and Transcendence," and attending a webinar on microdosing mushrooms, Tee thought she'd give the practice a try.

Tee had never experimented with illicit drugs, but from what she had heard, the experience of taking a small dose of a psilocybin mushroom seemed different from the 60s-style psychedelic trip the substance is best known for.

Once she took the plunge and swallowed her first capsule of a ground-up mushroom, Tee knew she'd found aid to her life's stress.

"I just really felt a calm and a space between my world that I hadn't felt before," Tee said. "In the same way that you take an antidepressant, that's what microdosing is."

During the first several doses, Tee said she felt like she'd taken a hefty dose of caffeine, with slightly more energy and ease going about her day. But over time, Tee said she was able to process trauma and cope with anxiety in ways she'd never been able to before.

"It helps you bring your PTSD, your trauma, your anxiety, any issues that you have to the surface. You kind of look it right in the face," Tee said. "It's just easier to show up in life a little bit happier."

As she continued her microdosing journey, Tee said most of the folks she found with the same interest in microdosing were not mothers. They were primarily younger folks or CEOs of popular companies.

After connecting with other women interested in the idea, Tee started Moms on Mushrooms, a Colorado-based, nationwide group that teaches interested moms about using a small dose of psilocybin mushrooms.

Shayna Bryan, a Denver woman and a member of Moms on Mushrooms emphasized that the micro-mushroom experience is not a "trip," but a very subtle mood booster.

"That energy that I wished I'd had for the last 15 years has come forth, and it's a vibrancy that I feel so lucky to have found."

Another mother in Colorado said microdosing on its own is a hardly noticeable difference in her day, and the real benefits work in conjunction with meditation, journaling and other healing work.

"What I like to say is it kind of makes you 10% of something: 10% happier, 10% more patient, 10% more creative, 10% more open. And microdosing allows me to address some mental health challenges."

[jarofstyles]

Feeling kinda h word and I can't stop thinking about Harry playing with his lovie's pussy like caressing her lips and rubbing her clit here and there while they're watching a movie or reading and it's just so casual 😩 I'd die if you guys would write something based on this

Well… what a scene!

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Harry had a problem.

Well, it wasn’t necessarily a problem considering it wasn’t causing too many issues. But to put it simply; he couldn’t keep his hands off of his girl.

It had started simple enough when the relationship had begun. He had always a touchy person, even when he was younger and it only got more intense as he aged. His girlfriends or boyfriends sometimes complained about it, funnily enough. He was described as clingy and maybe a bit smothering, and add into it a sexual attraction? He was relentless.

When Y/N came into his life though, he found his match. She never complained. Leaning into his touch and taking his hand first, making her home on his lap before he had to pull her into it. There was an unspoken agreement and he was thriving, flourishing with all his needs for touch being met. As time went on though, it started to get a lot less wholesome.

Sex between the pair was electric. They had it often and they experimented a lot, but Harry found that his main issue was the fact he couldn’t stop sliding his hands into her clothes. While she made dinner, he would come up behind her and slide his hands up the tee shirt she wore, cupping her bare breasts in his large palms. Feeling the soft, plush flesh against his skin and enjoying simply holding them, or thumbing over her nipples. Her head would fall on to his shoulder and try to continue cooking, letting him get his fill of touch.

A night like tonight was not uncommon. Y/N perched in his lap as they sat in the couch, her thighs hanging over his as she spread herself out. Her head rested against the crook of his neck, the TV playing some sitcom that they only half paid attention to. Wearing one of Harry’s shirts and a pair of silky sleep shorts was perhaps a set up. But it didn’t stop him from shamelessly cupping his hand over the mound, kissing the side of her head as he held it for a few moments.

Both of them knew what was going to happen, so it wasn’t a surprise to have Harry’s hands inside the shorts, fingers exploring her cunt. Gently pressing the lips together between his fingers and feeling how soft they were. The stickiness of her newfound arousal covering his fingers and palm, there was no shame in it at all. Just exploring the sensitive part of her, feeling her, unable to tear his hand away for longer than it took to sink the messy digits into his own mouth to suck them clean.

Her eyes watched his hand under the fabric, seeing the imprint of his rings as the methodically rubbed over the slit. The sight was way more erotic to her than anyone else could realize. His hand was warm, and he was relentless when he felt like he wanted to touch. It had been nearly half an hour of this, and he wasn’t even trying to tease. He was just enjoying himself.

At the opening credits for the second episode, his fingers finally settled on her clit. The bud now throbbing under the fingertips, he let out a breathy laugh as he smeared her arousal around it, lips pressing to her cheek. “Sorry, baby. Didn’t realize I made you so needy.” His lips puckered against her warm skin, rubbing in slow, steady circles. Her eyes fluttering closed as her hand grabbed his free one, tangling their fingers.

“So sweet to me. Letting me touch and play with your precious little pussy, angel. Such an peach.” He cooed, ever so gently pinching the bud between his fingertips and making her gasp. “Always so sensitive for me. M’so lucky, got the most perfect angel in the world. M’gonna make you feel good now, yeah? Were so good and patient.”

Y/N loved his touch. It had the power set her on fire and soothe all at once, a combination she hadn’t experienced and was positive she wouldn’t find again. She was going to keep him. His slightly calloused fingers rubbing her clit and his warm breath against her neck sent her into another headspace.

“Love your hands, so much. I love you. Never stop this.” She turned her head to kiss him, firmly pressing her lips against his. She could feel his smile against her mouth, the pleasure he had in making her feel so breathless evident in it.

“Never want to stop, my darling. You make me so happy… m’addicted to touching you. Never want anything else. Just your noises, your taste, your feel… only you.” He wouldn’t ever let her go if he had the chance. He had won the soulmate lottery and he could scream it from the rooftops.

The tv was on low and the sound was in the background, the main focus being their sweet whispers and the filthy sound of his fingers rubbing her wet pussy. The fingers were experts now in how to get her drenched, the lilac sleep shirts a bit see through now at the girl’s arousal. Her little whimpers against his mouth clued him in to her impending orgasm, her legs trying to close around his hand but he simply didn’t let that happen.

“Uh uh. You know how to do it. Know how I like you to cum.” He trailed his lips against her jaw again. “I can feel how close you are. Feels so good having my hands on your pretty cunt, I know. Almost too much, isn’t that right?” Her nod of agreement and breathing becoming labored made him smirk. “Yeah, my poor darling. So close, so close to cumming all over my fingers. You’ll clean my hand up this time, I think. Even the rings.” He nuzzled against her, pressing down a bit more firm on her clit and rubbing in faster circles.

“Oh- oh…. Harry…” she gasped, squeezing his hand as her hips bucked into his hand. That pressure in her stomach was building, building, being teased so long making her greedy for it. The pressure of his fingers changing is what sent her over the edge. “M’gonna- I’m….” She sobbed, throwing her head back as the pressure popped, orgasm pouring over and washing over her body like hot hot water. Her head thrown back on his chest, hips writhing in his lap, only anchored by his hold.

“Tha’s it. My beautiful girl, look so gorgeous when y’cum for me. Let go, lovie.” He slurred into her ear, the increase in arousal making his fingers even more slippery. He got drunk off of her pleasure too, feeling his body greedily absorb all of the thrashing and sobbed moans as he worked her through it. Nothing was more satisfying than bringing his lover to a sweet release, being the cause of the bubble of pleasure popping and pure euphoria washing over her. Harry was so greedy for it, he didn’t want to stop.

Her trembling body sagged in his arms, her hand moving from where it gripped his thigh to the wrist of the hand still on her cunt, sensitivity making her shudder. But when she tried to pull his hand away, he wouldn’t budge.

“Mm… no. I think you can handle one more.”