#every few hours I check socials to see if she’s posted anything

[sexynetra]

[vibeswithdivs]

He’s more patient than he looks

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

The hum of conversation filled the Red Bull Racing headquarters as employees bustled about with an energy that was almost infectious. Engineers huddled over laptops, mechanics leaned against tool racks with grease-streaked hands, and the faint smell of coffee lingered in the air. It was a world that thrummed with purpose, speed, and precision—qualities that the newcomer sitting at her desk felt slightly out of sync with.

You can do this, she told herself for the hundredth time that day.

Being a social media manager for one of the most prominent teams in Formula 1 was a dream job. Yet, as she stared at the screen, where a half-finished tweet about race day statistics blinked back at her, that dream felt a lot more like a free-fall. She wasn’t just crafting posts about breakfast specials or gym memberships anymore—she was managing the online presence of an entire racing empire.

And, truthfully, she was floundering.

“Morning!”

The cheerful voice made her jump, and she turned to see her colleague, Sophie, leaning over her cubicle wall with a grin. “How’s the newbie settling in?” Sophie asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh… good!” she replied quickly, pasting on a smile that she hoped masked her nerves.

Sophie tilted her head, unconvinced. “You’ve been staring at that screen for an hour, and the only thing you’ve posted today is a retweet from Pirelli. Do you need help?”

“No, I’m just—” She paused, biting her lip. “I don’t even know what half these terms mean. DRS, power unit, undercut… it’s like everyone here is speaking a different language.”

Sophie’s face softened. “It is a different language,” she said with a chuckle. “Give it time. It’s only your first week. You’ll get the hang of it. And if you’re still lost, you’ve got plenty of people to ask.”

“Like who?”

“Like me,” Sophie said with a wink. “Or, if you’re feeling brave, you could ask the drivers. Max and Checo are usually good sports about answering questions.”

“Right,” she said, laughing nervously. “Because it’s totally normal to walk up to Max Verstappen and ask him to explain tire degradation.”

“You’d be surprised,” Sophie replied with a grin. “He’s more patient than he looks.”

She didn’t expect to test Sophie’s theory quite so soon. Later that afternoon, while she was setting up her phone to record a behind-the-scenes video in the garage, she heard a familiar voice behind her.

“Need help?”

She turned, almost dropping her phone when she saw Max Verstappen standing there, dressed in his Red Bull team kit and holding a bottle of water. His blue eyes were bright with curiosity, and his expression was disarmingly friendly.

“Uh… no! I mean, yes. Maybe?” she stammered, fumbling with the tripod. “Sorry, I’m still figuring all this out.”

Max chuckled, setting his water down on a nearby workbench. “Don’t worry about it. What are you trying to do?”

“I’m supposed to get some footage of the engineers prepping your car, but I can’t get the angle right, and—” She broke off, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. “It’s my first week. I’m still getting the hang of everything.”

“You’re doing fine,” Max said, his tone reassuring as he stepped closer. “Here, let me see.”

She handed him the phone, watching as he adjusted the tripod with practiced ease. He crouched slightly, angling the camera until it perfectly captured the scene in the garage.

“Like this?” he asked, stepping back to let her check.

She stared at the screen in amazement. “That’s… perfect. How did you do that so quickly?”

“Years of media obligations,” he said with a shrug. “You pick up a thing or two.”

She smiled, feeling some of her nervousness ebb away. “Thanks, Max.”

“No problem,” he replied, picking up his water bottle. “And if you ever need help with anything else—questions, technical stuff, whatever—just ask. It’s better than guessing.”

Max wasn’t kidding. Over the next few weeks, she found herself turning to him more often than she expected, and he answered every question with surprising patience.

“What’s a DRS zone?” she asked one afternoon during a lunch break.

“It’s where we can open the rear wing to go faster,” Max explained, demonstrating with his hands. “But only in certain areas and under certain conditions. You know, to make overtaking easier.”

“And what’s an undercut?” she asked the next day while filming a promo video in the paddock.

Max smirked. “That’s when you pit earlier than the car ahead of you to get fresher tires and gain track position. But timing is everything. If you mess it up, it doesn’t work.”

“Right,” she said, nodding along even though she still felt a bit lost.

Max seemed to notice her confusion because he added, “It’s like beating someone to the front of the line at a concert by taking a shortcut. Make sense?”

“Ahh,” she said, grinning. “That actually helps.”

With Max’s encouragement, her confidence grew. She started experimenting with different content ideas, from quirky Instagram stories to polished YouTube vlogs. Her colleagues noticed the change, offering praise and feedback that bolstered her even further.

But it was Max’s quiet support that made the biggest difference. He never made her feel stupid for asking questions or stumbling over her words, and his humor often turned stressful moments into something lighter.

One evening, as she sat in the media center editing a race weekend highlight reel, Max walked by and paused to watch over her shoulder.

“Not bad,” he said, nodding at the screen.

“‘Not bad’?” she repeated, turning to him with a mock glare.

He grinned. “Okay, fine. It’s great. But you missed the part where I overtook Checo in Turn 3. That was the best move of the race.”

She rolled her eyes, laughing. “I’ll add it to the blooper reel.”

“Bloopers?” he said, pretending to look offended. “That was pure talent.”

She shook her head, unable to suppress her smile. “You’re impossible, Verstappen.”

“And you’re doing a great job,” he said, his tone softening. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

By the time the season reached its midpoint, she felt like she’d finally found her footing. The fast-paced world of Formula 1 no longer felt overwhelming; instead, it felt exhilarating.

One evening, after a particularly successful social media campaign, she found herself standing on the balcony of the team’s hospitality unit, watching the sun set over the paddock. Max joined her a few minutes later, leaning against the railing with a relaxed smile.

“Long day?” he asked.

“Always,” she replied with a chuckle. “But I think I’m getting the hang of it.”

“I’d say you’re more than getting the hang of it,” Max said. “You’ve been killing it lately. Everyone’s noticed.”

She glanced at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. “Really?”

“Really,” he said, meeting her gaze. “And in case you haven’t noticed, you’ve made this job your own. You’ve brought something new to the team. It’s good.”

Her chest swelled with gratitude, and she looked down, trying to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks. “Thanks, Max. For everything. I don’t think I would’ve survived my first month without you.”

He chuckled, reaching out to nudge her shoulder playfully. “Anytime. You’re part of the team now, and we take care of our own. Even if you still ask a million questions.”

She laughed, the sound light and genuine. “Get used to it, Verstappen. I’ve got plenty more where those came from.”

Max smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Bring it on.”

[rinhaler]

i cant stop thinking abt noncon + stepcest Rin who cant control himself anymore after noticing how much his lil step-sister has grown since he was away bc of soccer n shit yk..

(btw your blog is goated)

GOATED WHAT A COMPLIMENT AKGHDSAKLH thank u very much I hope u enjoy this <3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, stepcest, dub/noncon, slight fingering, vaginal sex, nii-chan/rin-nii used, slight degradation, praise, dacryphilia, calls ur pussy 'she', shush kink?

words: 2k

“You’re always flirting with me.” Rin speaks. It’s the first time he’s said anything to you since he got back from Paris. He’s always been cold with you, short-tempered and even cruel. But you hadn’t expected to hear him say something like that.

You scoff, shuffling your position on the couch to get more comfortable to read your magazine. He always notes how often you change your position when you read; you can never sit still for more than a few minutes. You often read with your bedroom door open, and if he passes by to go to the bathroom, you’re always in a different position by the time he walks back to his room again.

“What was that?” he asks, pulling a disgruntled face at your dismissive response. “You think you don’t? You only wear short skirts when I’m visiting. I see your socials.”

“Oh… so, you’re stalking me then?” you giggle. “Don’t flatter yourself, Rin-nii… I jus’ feel pretty like this.” you defend yourself despite knowing he’s right. He thinks you’re dumb, and the fact that you smile and giggle after every word is a dead giveaway. You’re a flirt, and you’re a liar.

He also hates that you’re absolutely right.

Not a day goes by where he doesn’t check your social media profiles. He likes to see what you’re up to and who you’re seeing. It’s only been a recent development, though, he saw a particularly sultry post on your Instagram and he quite frankly hasn’t been the same since. He hadn’t realised you’d grown so much and come into your own. He can’t get you out of his mind.

You gulp a little as he leans forward, his fingers lingering on your chin and guiding your eyes to meet his own. He doesn’t speak immediately. Instead, he opts to examine your responses. The way your forehead forms a tiny bead of sweat under the pressure of his gaze. The way your tongue quickly swipes over your plump lips when his eyes drift to stare at them. The way your breasts almost spill with each heave of your chest as you try and keep your composure.

“Be grateful, little sister. Good nii-chan’s keep an eye on their little sister’s, you know.” he tells you matter-of-factly.

“T- uh, thank you, Rin-nii…” is all you can muster beneath his intense stare. He smirks, too fucking coolly before withdrawing. You close your magazine and stand up, desperate to hurry to your room to calm your nerves. He watches you walk away as he flicks through the channels on the TV.

“Oh God, miss you on my lips… hm-mm-mm…” you sing along with your record player as you listen to Lana Del Rey, following a muted makeup tutorial on your phone to pass the time. You grunt in annoyance when you realise that maybe you aren’t destined to perfect winged eyeliner today.

After locking your phone, you immediately tap the screen to see the time. You almost gasp as you realise it’s 7PM and five hours have passed since you last checked what time it is. Dinner will be ready soon, you grab a makeup wipe and begin to cleanse your skin. You should probably do your skincare, too, but it can wait until right before bedtime.

You examine your face to see if you’ve missed any makeup. Your eyeliner is stubborn but eventually comes off. And so with that, you get up to toss the wipe into the bin in your room.

“Jesus Chri— Rin! What are you doing?” you ask, spotting your elder brother in the doorway of your room. His eyes follow the stained wipe as you drop it into the bin, but his eyes linger on you once more as you wait for him to answer. “Oh… is there something on my face? Thought I got it all…” you tell him, leaning over your dressing table again to make sure your face is spotless.

“Tell me the truth.” he sighs, entering your room without closing the door. You look at him through your mirror before you turn to face him, an eyebrow quirked in confusion as he continues to close the distance. “You flirt with me.”

“This again?” you laugh. You lean back against your dressing table, fingers curling beneath the tabletop as you cross one ankle over the other. You feel heady as he gets closer and you smell his cologne. It doesn’t suit him, you think, but it’s nice. The scent is generic and sporty but Rin Itoshi himself is nothing close to generic.

Though it doesn’t matter, ultimately, not when it’s flooding your senses and drowning your mind.

“You’ve gotten so big…” he sighs, placing a hand on your hip. He smirks at how you shudder from his touch on your bare skin. Your watery eyes make his heart swell, unable to believe how trusting you are. You don’t stop him when his hand smooths over the curve of your ass and fingers dip under your skirt, though you’re trembling. Thick fingers prod at your panties and a tiny mewl escapes your lips. A condescending chuckle leaves him as you uncross your legs, widening them to give him better access. “Your panties are soaked. I knew you wanted me…”

You grab his wrist, urging him to stop when you remember the bedroom door is still wide open. It doesn’t deter him, though. His heavy fingers still press against the material covering your cute little cunt, his bulge growing tenfold when he pushes by your puffy lips to tease your throbbing clit.

“Don’t act coy, now. I know you want this, you opened your legs for nii-chan to play with you.”

“We can’t.” you whisper, biting your lip in a feeble attempt to stifle yourself. “Not l-like this! Not when they’re home… please nii-chan.” you beg, though it’s fruitless. Your eyes flutter closed as his head sinks, his lips meeting your neck to kiss you delicately.

You barely have the energy to fight when he encourages you to hook your legs around his waist. He carries you to the bed, mumbles of protest leave you but you don’t dare make too much noise and draw attention.

“Has to be now, princess.” he tells you. “Don’t know when we’ll get a better chance.” he continues.

You’re trapped beneath him, making a point of looking away from him as he humps against you pathetically. And you want him, of course you want him, but the risk is too high. He’s lost all sense, instead thinking with his cock rather than his brain. But you’re not too far gone yet. You can put a stop to this.

It needs to stop.

“Why are you being like this?” he wonders as he pulls out his length, jerking it slowly all the while still humping the tip against your clothed, wet panties. “I have to do this… little sister. I have to know how tight you are around me.”

“Another time, please! What if we get caught? P-Please stop, you’re smarter than this!” you beg once again, the request falling on deaf ears. You gulp as you feel his fingers hook under the gusset of your panties, moving the material into the crease of your thigh. Your voice breaks, a whiny moan following as he presses his tip into your sticky cunt. The stretch is heavenly, and you can barely catch your breath. His glimmering green eyes staring down at you as he inches further and further into your welcoming warmth makes you feel humiliated. You don’t want this, but fucking hell, you really do. “Aaah~!” you sob.

His palm flies to your mouth, the pressure almost suffocating as lust blown eyes turn impatient.

“Shut the fuck up,” he whispers, still bullying his cock into you. “Gotta be quiet, don’t want our parents to see what a little slut you are for nii-chan, yeah?” he warns you.

You don’t know what to do with yourself. You aren’t sure where to put your hands. They grip into the duvet below before you begin pulling at his shirt. He doesn’t have the patience to take it off, though, not when you’re sucking him in and squeezing around him like a fucking virgin. Are you? He doesn’t want to know. His head dips as your nails begin to claw up his back, marking your territory unintentionally.

He moves his leg, hooking his ankle around yours to keep your thigh pinned in place and open wide. You feel him hold your other ankle briefly, kissing it softly before he moves his hand under the bend of your knee. Your eyes cross as he pushes your leg until your opened up for him like a blooming flower. The new angle is monstrous, his thick, intimidating length reaching depths you didn’t even know existed.

He groans as he watches tears roll out of your innocent eyes. Those trusting eyes that didn’t think your nii-chan could be capable of something so salacious. He’s sure he won’t last long. Not when your clamping around him like this and looking at him with those pathetically wet eyes. You’re mumbling something beneath his dampening palm, but he isn’t stupid enough to free your airways and risk you crying out needily for your dear nii-chan.

You panic as you feel him withdraw his length, though deep down you know it’s for the best. But your eyes roll over white as you feel him stab it in again.

“Pretty little sister… want you to cream this cock for me…” he announces, repeating the motion again and again as he basks in the way you can barely look at him in your ecstasy. He can’t take his eyes off you, though. He doubts he’s ever seen a more beautiful sight. “I’m gonna cum inside, princess. I belong inside, yeah?”

You shake your head, his words stirring in your mind and bringing your senses back once more. Oh God, he can’t. You’re on the pill, all should be fine if he does cum inside but it’s so damn wrong.

“Did you just say no to your nii-chan? I don’t like that answer.” he replies, his hips picking up the pace again. His body shimmers with a sheen of sweat, and his breathless pants become heavier. “You should be begging me for my cum. I’m sure you didn’t mean it, don’t worry, I’ll give it to you.” he continues. Each thrust of his hips is deep and powerful and you’re sure your inner thighs might be developing bruises.

You whimper, again, knowing you can’t do anything to change his mind.

“Your pussy is so cute… think your clit needs some attention, though. Touch yourself for me, let me watch.” he requests. “Go on… she’s so swollen.”

It’s like being hypnotised. Your dominant hand flies to your cunt and begins to rub your needy clit. And it’s minimal, after barely any touching at all and you’re creaming for your beloved nii-chan. The sight is too much for your brother and the way your walls squeeze him for all he’s worth are an additional lure into his release. His own eyes turn white briefly before he looks down at where you’re joined. Your combined coupling forming a beautiful white ring around the base of his cock with every shallow impale.

“F-Fuck… don’t wanna pull out.” he tells you, finally uncovering your mouth to kiss your lips intimately.

You’re speechless. You aren’t surprised your brother is so experienced or so filthy with his words. Not when he’s travels and fucks girls around the world. But how are you meant to be without him now? When he goes away again… how will you stand it? His cock is made for you, of that, you’re sure. But you doubt he’ll keep it in his pants for your benefit.

Fuck, this was a mistake.

“Dinner’s ready!” your mother calls up the stairs, your nii-chan’s hand instinctively flies to your mouth and he shushes you before chuckling again.

You cry desperately as he withdraws his softening length from your twitching hole. But neediness turns to discomfort as you feel your brothers fingers move the gusset of your panties back into place. It’s so wet and sticky and gross, your face distorts at the unpleasant feeling.

“Come on, don’t want to be late, do we?”

© 2023 rinitxshi

[yoonmoonn]

knee socks | jjk

drabble 01 ┃ knee socks

note: triple posting today, really loved this drabble :(

The next morning, social media was on fire.

Every platform was flooded with headlines, tweets, and posts speculating about Jungkook’s sudden announcement.

"Jungkook Postpones Tour Dates—Personal Reasons?"

"Jeon Jungkook Puts Career on Hold for a Month—What's Going On?"

"Fans Left Shocked as Jungkook Cancels Upcoming Shows"

Some were concerned. Some were furious. Some were convinced he was sick. Others whispered about a secret girlfriend, about a mystery woman pulling him away from the stage.

You didn’t check your phone much after seeing the first few posts. You didn’t want to know what people were saying.

You had bigger things to focus on.

Like the way Jungkook’s hand stayed locked with yours all night, like he was afraid to let go.

Like the way you stood beside him at the hotel front desk as he checked out, his voice low and calm, but his fingers tense where they clutched the pen.

Like the way the walk back to your apartment was eerily silent, both of you too exhausted to talk, too wrapped up in everything that had happened in the past few hours.

It felt surreal.

The cold morning air bit at your skin as the two of you stepped into your building, making your way up the familiar staircase.

And then—

The moment you opened the door, reality set in.

Your boyfriend’s shoes were still by the entrance. His jacket was still slung over the back of the chair. His cologne still faintly lingered in the air.

It was like stepping into a life you no longer belonged to.

Jungkook noticed too. His steps slowed as he glanced around, his lips pressing together. He didn’t say anything, but you could feel the shift in him.

You exhaled sharply, dropping your keys onto the counter before turning to him. “Let’s just…” You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Let’s just lay down.”

He nodded, still silent, following you to the couch.

The second you sank down, he pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you like it was the most natural thing in the world. And for the first time in months—maybe longer—you breathed.

You didn’t think about what came next.

Didn’t think about the consequences.

Didn’t think about the fact that the world was watching, waiting, speculating.

For now, it was just you and him, tangled up on your couch, the weight of exhaustion pulling you both under.

Ghost jumped up, curling between you, purring softly as she pressed against Jungkook’s stomach—like she knew.

Like she knew he was supposed to be here.

And with that, you let sleep take you.

The next few days felt strange. Like you weren’t really living them—just watching from somewhere outside yourself. A ghost peering in.

Your ex-boyfriend came to grab his things on a Tuesday.

He knocked. You answered.

Jungkook was in the shower.

Your ex stepped inside like he still belonged there, eyes scanning the apartment, the mess, the silence. You watched his expression shift as realization sank in—his things no longer where they used to be, the air not quite his anymore.

He didn’t ask questions.

Didn’t say much at all, really.

Just packed his bags, took his keys off the hook, and let out a tired sigh before turning to you.

"You should’ve just told me," he said.

You swallowed, gripping the sleeves of your sweater. "I know."

A pause.

Then, softer, "Did you ever love me?"

You didn’t know how to answer that. Maybe you had, in some way. Maybe you had tried. Maybe you had just wanted to.

But in the end, all you said was, "I’m sorry."

And that was the last thing you ever said to him.

After he left, the air in your apartment felt different.

Like something had shifted.

Like something had finally ended.

Jungkook was everywhere now.

His bag in the hallway. His shoes next to yours. His voice in your kitchen as he made coffee.

Somewhere between him showing up at your door at 2 AM and now, it was like he was moving in—without really saying it. Without either of you really talking about it.

He just stayed.

And you let him.

The first few nights, you didn’t know where you stood with each other. You curled up on opposite sides of the bed, inches away but not quite touching, like a fragile balance neither of you wanted to disturb.

But by the third night, he turned to you in the dark.

Whispered, "Come here."

And you did.

You turned, pressing into his warmth, feeling his arm come around you like it belonged there.

You didn't say anything.

He didn't either.

And maybe that was the only way either of you knew how to apologize.

The intimacy between you came back in pieces.

Slow, careful.

Like both of you were afraid of breaking something fragile.

Fingertips brushing as you passed each other in the kitchen.

His hands tugging at the sleeves of your sweater, straightening them for no reason at all.

Your palm pressed flat against his chest as you laughed at something he said, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath your hand.

One night, he leaned against the counter while you made tea.

Watched you stir the spoon absently, your back to him, your hair falling over one shoulder.

And then, with no warning, he was behind you.

Close.

His fingers traced the hem of your sweater, his breath warm against the side of your neck.

You exhaled, gripping the edge of the counter.

"Jungkook," you murmured.

He hummed, lips brushing against your shoulder.

"You keep doing this," you whispered.

His fingers splayed against your stomach, pulling you back into him, slow and deliberate.

"Doing what?" His voice was low, teasing.

"You know what," you whispered, tilting your head just slightly, your body betraying you.

His lips ghosted up your throat, the smallest press of his mouth against your jaw.

"Then tell me to stop," he murmured.

But you didn’t.

You turned in his hold instead, meeting his eyes—dark, unreadable, full of something unspoken.

And then, without thinking, without hesitating—

You kissed him.

And he kissed you back.

It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t desperate—just slow, deep, like he was memorizing you. Like he was afraid you might slip through his fingers again.

By the time you pulled away, breathless, his forehead was pressed against yours.

You didn’t speak.

Didn’t need to.

Because in that moment, neither of you were ghosts anymore.

You were here.

You were real.

And you had found your way back.

The evening was slow, dipped in amber light as the sun bled into the horizon, casting long shadows across the bedroom

Jungkook sat against the headboard, his guitar resting on his lap, fingers idly plucking at the strings. He murmured random lyrics under his breath—half-formed thoughts, pieces of melodies that never quite settled into words.

You sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, gaze fixed out the window, watching the sky shift through shades of orange, pink, and violet. The light poured into the room in streaks, washing over the walls, over him.

It felt quiet in a way that wasn’t uncomfortable.

Just easy.

A kind of quiet that only came with time, with knowing someone deeply enough that words weren’t always necessary.

And then, without warning, his fingers slowed.

The notes softened.

His voice, raw and low, filled the space between you.

"The late afternoon, the ghost in your room

That you always thought didn't approve…"

Your breath caught.

He wasn’t just humming anymore.

"Of you knockin' boots…"

You turned, eyes meeting his.

His gaze was steady, but there was something else there—something deliberate.

"Never stopped you lettin' me get hold

Of the sweet spot by the scruff of your...

Knee socks."

The words hung in the air, delicate and heavy all at once.

You felt them settle into your chest.

The song was softer like this, stripped down to nothing but his voice and the gentle strum of his guitar.

It wasn’t the version he sang on stage.

It wasn’t for an audience.

It was for you.

His voice was lower, more intimate, like he was singing every word straight into your skin

Like he had written it here, in this very room, with you curled up next to him and Ghost watching from the doorway.

Like every lyric had lived between you long before they were put to music.

Your fingers curled into the sheets.

"You never told me," you whispered, throat tight.

Jungkook set the guitar aside, resting it against the nightstand before shifting towards you.

His hand found your knee, his thumb brushing absently over your skin.

"You never asked," he murmured.

You swallowed, your chest rising and falling too fast, too uneven.

"You wrote it about me," you said.

He nodded, gaze never leaving yours. "Yeah."

Your fingers curled around his wrist.

"And you sang it in front of thousands of people," you whispered.

Jungkook exhaled, a slow, steady breath.

"Because I wanted you to hear it."

The room felt too small all of a sudden. Too full of things left unsaid.

The past. The present. The way your hands found each other without thinking.

"You shouldn’t still love me," you said, voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook’s lips twitched, but it wasn’t quite a smile.

"You say that like I ever had a choice."

And just like that, you knew—

You were never his choice to let go.

You were always the one he kept coming back to.

please don't claim or copy any of my work !!

[olderthannetfic]

Being a trans man and not being an anti is also isolating, which is part of why I think trans guys gravitate towards either being an anti or reposting anti posts. If you're not an anti, you get booted from discord servers, blocked on social media at best or sent misgendering rape threats, death threats and suicide bait by other trans men at worst, and now that I'm in college I've found IRL that not being an anti makes a lot of people in queer spaces available to the average college student incredibly uncomfortable. So you have to either be entirely alone - which is very difficult when you're young, queer, and just coming into your own identity - or you have to be around it a lot without saying a word. Agreeing with it at first wouldn't even be necessary. You just have to not say anything against it, and then you'll be able to be around other people.

It doesn't help that most trans men who get sucked into anti circles are teens at the time. There's 501 proposed anti-LGBT laws right now, not counting everything that has passed, the majority of it anti-trans. If you're a teenage boy seeing all this transphobia on the rise, you're going to feel powerless. Bullying people like antis do makes you feel power over at least a few people. Being told you can consume your way into being a good person via media intake makes you feel like you have power and control over at least that.

I was sucked in incrementally because I wasn't exposed to the more violent antis who fantasized about murder and hurting people for writing fiction, I met my only friend - who was an anti - after my dad had beaten me for coming out as trans, and I was sixteen. I got out when I was eighteen because once I went to live with my mom, a psychologist, she gently corrected me when I would say things that aren't based in fact. She pointed out how upset these people were making me. She taught me how to fact-check claims and look into the veracity of claims.

And when I tried to convey to my friends that no, what they were saying wasn't supported, they turned on me. Including the only person who had been there for me when I was hatecrimed, who had reached out to me specifically because she met me what day. I lost every friend I had in roughly 30 hours.

If I hadn't had a really great mom, a very intelligent rabbi who's well-versed in psychology and is a former lawyer who saw the "fiction made me do it" excuse used to defend heinous crimes and doesn't buy it, and an older half-sister who lived through people calling her a psycho lesbian because she's a lesbian who played D&D, listened to metal and dressed Goth in small-town Montana in the 80's/90's, I would have probably killed myself. Having those three people who accepted me and did not accept this extremist rhetoric kept me sane and repaired my self-esteem enough to keep me going.

But a lot of people don't have three adults who are intelligent, supportive, and know better than to fall for this faux-psychology. A lot of people don't even have one. Often, they have unsupportive people who also believe firmly in the faux-psychology of "if you watch a thing you'll do that thing IRL". So there's not only no one hauling them out of this, it's getting reinforced.

Being a non-anti who is a trans man gets me a lot of shit from a lot of people online and offline. (As other anons have mentioned during the ace discourse, online talking points come up on college campuses and in real life, because the internet is not an alternate dimension, it is something being used by the people around you who exist in the same physical space as you.)

A reality that I don't think people want to discuss is that trans men, just like all other people of all other genders, suffer a lot of psychological distress if they're put in a position where they have no support. I sure as fuck wasn't happy being in a position where I went from having tons of online friends, discord servers I could hang out in and fandoms I associated with good vibes to none of that, plus harassment, plus massive misgendering.

It's a lot less awful of an existence to be a trans man and an anti when you're young and need community and support than it is to not be an anti and be isolated. And humans gravitate towards the least awful option 99% of the time.

--

Yuuup.

Having some kind of real support network, usually offline but at the very least not randos you met a day ago on discord, is vital and is the difference between not only whether you rot in a pit of antidom forever but in stemming the massive flood of trans teen suicides. The overall queer rates aren't great, but the specifically trans rates... they're bad. They're so, so bad.

[crimsonhydrangeavn]

(For those wondering, Rita's Birthday is actually September 19th. )

Ironically enough, the reason why I wasn't able to post something on her birthday was because I was swamped with work thanks to an unrealistic deadline.

But hey, better late than never right?

As an apology to Rita and to you all, I wrote a "little" birthday story detailing how her "Birthday Cookies" came to be!

It was almost two weeks before the date when you found out Rita's birthday was coming up.

It was purely unintentional. You see, you spotted her open planner when she asked you to grab something off of her desk. Most of the days on her calendar had a note or two written in black text, however September 19th was the only exception. She had used a cute little birthday sticker that, you presumed, came with the planner.

At the time you made a mental note of it before fetching her the document she requested and getting back to work. However, that was the moment you knew you wanted to do something special for her. Like you, she had recently moved to the island and had really only focused on getting the bookstore up and running before getting consumed with work. From what you had seen she hadn't really socialized much outside of work, so the chances of her actually having birthday plans were slim.

However you intended to fix that! After all, she was the best boss you had ever had. She was kind, patient, hardworking, responsible, understanding, and made it a point to check in on how you were doing often. It was hard NOT to want to do something special for her given just how much you appreciated her.

During the following two weeks you made it your mission to learn as much as possible about her preferences. You didn't want to outright ask her, otherwise it would be too obvious. So, you would make sure to subtly bring it up with customers whenever Rita was within earshot so she would, hopefully, join in on the conversation, or you would be able to naturally follow up on the topic later that day.

Admittedly it was a pretty round about way of collecting information, but you really wanted to make sure your plans were a complete and total surprise

You also invited her out to the local bakery one day during lunch when she seemed to have a particularly rough day dealing with a bunch of annoying teenagers. It was then and there you had learned that she actually hated cake.

Marcelo, who was in ear shot when she made the comment, couldn't help himself and asked why.  According to her, she was never a fan of the "cakey" texture and she HATED frosting. Marcelo couldn't hide his surprise and began listing a variety of cakes, most of which you had never even heard from before. However Rita had not only tried all of them, but disliked each and every one.

Poor Marcelo had to return to work defeated while Rita and yourself remained seated sipping on your respective drinks.

" If not cakes, cupcakes, or pastries, then what kind of sweets do you like?" You questioned, praying that she would give you something, anything, to work with.

She took a sip of her black coffee as she considered your question. After a few beats she finally answered.

" Chocolate chip cookies."

" Really?" You questioned, surprised by the simplicity.

" I know, I know, It's a pretty basic answer... but I can't help it. It's always been a bit of a comfort food for me. Nothing beats a warm freshly baked chocolate chip cookie. " She paused for a moment before continuing, a soft wistful expression on her face.

"Growing up my grandma would make them for us on Sundays and... Well, it was the highlight of my week." She answered with a warm smile as she glanced down at her coffee.

" I mean, I can't really blame you. After all chocolate chips cookies are a classic for a reason." You commented with a smile, only to earn a gentle and affectionate look from the woman before you.

Fast forward a week later and you and a handful of coworkers quietly arrived at work nearly an hour early. Thankfully you had a key to the back door and was able to slip in without much effort. You all spent the next hour quietly decorating the break room without alerting Rita of your presence.

So when she finally descended the stairs an hour later, she was surprised to find you all standing in the dimly lit break room shouting " HAPPY BIRTHDAY RITA!"

She nearly fell down the stairs in shock as she stared at all of you wide eyed.

" W-what on earth...?"

It was then you stepped forward with a wide grin, pleased that your birthday surprise for Rita had been a success.

Well, at least the surprise part was anyway.

" It's your birthday isn't it? We wanted to do something to celebrate! Now why don't you sit down? We have a few surprises up our sleeves." You said with a smile as you grabbed her arm and gently led her over to the couch to sit down.

It was then all of your coworkers presented their gifts and cards to her, thanking her for being such a great boss and how they'll miss her once they returned home for the winter. Fortunately Rita had recovered from the shock by then and politely thanked them all, chuckling along and having a wonderful time.

Once everyone else had given her their gifts, you were up to bat.

" There's one more surprise, so make sure to close your eyes okay?" You said with a smile.

Rita raised a brow before doing as she was told, a playful smirk on her lips. " Oh? What's next? A piñata?" She teased gaining a few chuckles out of your coworkers.

You slipped into her office where you had hidden away a plate of freshly baked cookies you had made earlier that morning. You popped them into the microwave one of your coworkers had relocated to Rita's office right before you started decorating.

Once they were rewarmed, you placed a little candle in the center cookie, thankful that the warm temperature allowed it to stick.

Once they were ready you finally headed out to Rita, carrying the plate of cookies. Placing the plate on the coffee table in front of her you told her to open her eyes before singing happy birthday as your coworkers joined in.

When Rita's eyes finally opened she was surprised by the lack of cake, only for her features to soften considerably once she realized why you of all people had given her cookies instead of a cake. Your coworkers had initially teased you for your choice, however after seeing her tearful and grateful reaction, it was clear that you had made the right decision.

The rest of the gathering went smoothly and despite it all, you all were still able to open up on time. Then most of your coworkers ended up leaving once the festivities were over since it was technically their days off.

It wasn't until nearly everyone had cleared out or gone to the front that Rita finally approached you.

" You know Y/N... I've never gotten birthday cookies instead of cake before." She commented playfully as her eyes shined with affection and mirth as she looked over at you.

" I know I know, an unconventional decision... You have no idea how much everyone roasted me once they realized what I brought instead of a cake." You chuckled remembering their reactions.

"but... I wanted to make sure the birthday girl enjoyed her birthday treat." You met her gentle gaze, a small knowing on your lips.

"Well, I'd say she more than just enjoyed it. Thanks Y/N. This is one of the best birthdays I've had in a really long time." And with that, she wrapped her arms around you in an incredibly warm and thankful embrace.

[lostintrost]

Day Off

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ao3 | wattpad (these versions are UNEDITED)

characters: mechanic jean kirstein x female!reader

summary: You finally get a break from work and school, so you decide to take it easy - do some homework and run some errands. When something throws a wrench in your plan, you calls your longest crush Jean. Will Jean be able to help fix your problem, or will their true feelings finally be revealed? (omg i wrote this when i wrote this whole thing like 3 years ago and it sounds so cringyyy im so sorry)

cw: bestie, i don’t even remember. they fuck. that’s it. also, i edited every single YN out of this version - you’re welcome.

wc: 6.4k

The sound of loud crackling thunder wakes you from your peaceful slumber. The glow from the tv screen makes it possible for your tired eyes to make out the room you’re in. You don’t remember falling asleep at all, let alone on the couch in the living room. Light snoring comes from the mouth of your roommate Sasha, who apparently also fell asleep on the couch.

You sit up quietly, trying not to make much movement so you don’t wake Sasha. She’s been pulling extra shifts at the grocery store downtown to help keep you both afloat on bills. You couldn’t blame the poor girl for passing out every other night on the couch. Glancing up at the screen, you laugh quietly at the show you both were watching before you fell asleep – Death Note. How you fell asleep during your favorite anime, you’ll never know.

Another loud boom of thunder shakes the house. You make your way off of the couch, and head to your screened in back porch. Taking a seat in one of the lounge chairs, you sit and watch the storm roll in. The pitter patter sounds of rain hitting your roof brings a calmness to your clouded mind. Between school, working two jobs, and trying to secure an internship, you never really got the time to just relax. This being your first day off from everything in months, you decided to finally take an easy day.

You pull your phone out of the pocket of your black sweatpants, scrolling through notifications you had missed the night before. Nothing out of the ordinary – a couple missed calls from Connie, several texts from Connie, Jean and your parents, and some random social media notifications. You open instagram and check the notifications for your most recent post. One in particular makes your heart flutter.

Jeank-104 : pretty smile for a pretty girl 💛

Seeing comments like this from Jean were anything but unusual. Your relationship was one of those ‘girl loves boy but boy flirts with girl to make her flustered even though he has no feelings’ types. It was frustrating to say the least, but you would endure it as long as it meant he was in your life.

Jean was one of the first people you met when you moved to Trost, and he was one of the few who didn’t bully the absolute shit out of you your first year of school. Being the new girl was never fun, but being the new girl who obviously didn’t come from money was even worse. The bullying got to a point where you tried to pack up and leave, but being only 17 you realized you had no one and nowhere to run to.

On one particularly bad day, one of your biggest bullies had pushed you over the edge. You ran out of the school and didn’t stop. You had no idea where you were going, but you just knew you had to get out. After only a mile, your breathing became labored so you had to slow down. Walking another mile, you finally came upon an empty park. You found a huge tree sitting in the middle of it and plopped yourself down in front of it. There, you cried your eyes out for what felt like hours.

Once you had finally calmed down, you felt a hand pat your back lightly. You jerked away from the touch, sitting up quickly. Glancing up at the person sitting next to you, you met the softest pair of brown eyes you had ever seen. You were entranced by them, watching as little flecks of gold appeared to dance around his pupils.

“Uhm,” he said quietly, not breaking the staring contest you two had started. “Are you okay?”

You nodded your head lightly, bringing your eyes back down to the ground.

“You don’t have to lie to me, you know.”

Your head snapped back up to look at him, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“I heard what they said to you,” he started again quietly. “Reiner is such a fucking dick. Someone needs to kick him in his tiny ballsack so maybe he’ll shut the fuck up.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. A smile made its way across your features, and he couldn’t help staring at you. To him, you had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. He would do anything to make sure you never stopped smiling if he could.

“I’m Jean,” he said, holding out his hand.

You tell him your name as you extend your hand out, intertwining with his.

You smile at the happy memory as you pocket your phone. Rustling noises started to come from the kitchen, signaling that Sasha had finally woken up. You debate between going back inside or staying in your peaceful spot. Once you hear a faint cackling sound of bacon being cooked, going inside wins the debate. As you enter the kitchen, the smell of breakfast overwhelms your senses. You spot Niccolo at the stove, which would make sense since the food actually smells good and not like something is burning.

“Good morning sunshine,” Sasha sings, skipping over to you and engulfing you in a hug.

“Good morning Sash,” you say, trying to tear her body off of yours.

“Why won’t you accept my love?!” she yells as she struggles against your efforts to tear your bodies apart.

“Sash,” you laugh. “It is seven in the morning! Give me time to wake up.”

She releases her grip on you, throwing her hands up in the air.

“Fine! I’ll just go fuck myself, I guess!”

You can’t help but laugh at her overdramatic self. Ever since you’ve known Sasha, she’s been nothing but overdramatic in any situation. Even though you two were completely opposites, you also balanced each other out perfectly. Anytime she would overreact to a situation, you were able to bring her down – and anytime you needed to put someone in their place, she would be your backup.

Nicolo begins to put food onto plates for the three of you. Taking your seat at the table, Sasha follows as you start to converse about your plans for the day.

“I work from 10 to 6 today,” she says. “I also have an interview for a part time job somewhere around lunch time.”

“Girl you work yourself too much,” you reply. “I’ve got things covered for a while. Please take a break.”

“I have to agree with her, Sasha,” Nicolo starts in. “I feel like neither of us see you anymore unless you’re going to work or going to sleep.”

“I took off this weekend,” she says. “Let’s all go do something as a group!”

You nod your head in agreement as you start to tear into the food Nicolo prepared. Within minutes, Sasha is going back for seconds. By the time she’s finishing her second helping, you’re finished with your first. You place your plate into the sink and say your goodbyes to the couple, retreating to your bedroom to work on some homework. As you sit down on your bed, you put your airpods in and shuffle your study playlist. Cigarettes After Sex plays in your ears as you open your Biology book, settling in for the long day ahead of you.

—

A grueling three hours goes by before you’re finally caught up with all of your assignments in two of your classes. Your brain is throbbing at all of the information it has consumed in that time, and you decide it’s time for a break. You make your way over to your closet and dresser and pick out your outfit for the day. Since it’s still raining and cold, you decide on some black sweats, a cropped tank top, and a cropped jacket to match the top. You grab your dark green and white air forces, adding a touch of color to the simple look. Grabbing your car keys off your nightstand, you make your way to the garage. You needed to run a couple errands today anyways, and now seems like the perfect time to do so.

Entering the garage, you see your pride and joy – your all matte black 2021 Nissan GT-R. Your parents made a deal with you that if you got all A’s in high school, they would pay for at least half of whatever car you wanted. Working your ass off through school isn’t ideal, but you knew exactly what you wanted, and you knew you needed to come up with the other half. By the end of the year, you impressed your parents by getting all A’s, valedictorian, and coming up with half of the money needed to afford it. They couldn’t say no to you.

You enter your car, the smell of Champagne Toast invading your senses. You place your key fob in the cup holder and hit the start button.

Nothing.

“What the fuck,” you mumble to yourself.

After going through the motions a few more times, you hit the steering wheel in frustration.

“You’re brand fucking new,” you yell. “What could possibly be wrong?!”

You get out of the car, popping the hood as you get out. You make your way to the front of the car and look inside.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing.”

You grab your phone out of your sweats pocket and pull up the contact of the only person you trust to work on your baby. The last thing you wanted was to bother Jean, but you knew you had no other option. The phone rang once and he immediately picked up.

“Hey,” Jean spoke in a rough tone, almost sounding out of breath. “What’s up?”

“Hey Jeanboy, I really hate to bother you but my car isn’t starting. Is there any way you could come look at it? No rush or anything, but you know I don’t trust anyone else.”

“Anything for you,” he says sweetly. “I’ll be over in 10.”

He hangs up the phone and your stomach goes crazy. It feels like someone let an entire butterfly exhibit loose in it. You try to think of something to pass the time, but the entire 10 minutes is filled with you just thinking about Jean. Every time he said your name, your heart couldn’t help but get faster. You had been in love with the boy since that first time he sat with you while you cried, and he continued to do that any other time you had a breakdown.

Your garage door opens, breaking you out of your thoughts. You glance up to see the tall brunette boy that holds your heart walk into your garage. Every time you saw him, it was like the first time you had ever laid eyes on him. Even if he was only wearing dark blue jeans and a white tee, you still saw him as the most handsome man ever.

“If you take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says, smirking at you.

Feeling yourself become flustered, you turn away from Jean so he can’t see the heat rushing to your cheeks. You try to think of words to respond, but between his flirting and just him in general, your brain was mush.

“Okay,” he says. “So tell me what it’s doing exactly, so I can try and pinpoint the problem.”

“It uh, just literally won’t start. Like no turning over, nothing.”

“Fuck,” he sighs.

Your stomach immediately flips. Never did you think one word could sound so sexy.

Jean reaches into his tool bag, grabbing out a few tools that you have never seen before. The only thing you knew about them was that they cost him a lot of money. He had more than once complained because a wrench would break, saying it was going to cost him over $200. Luckily, his dad owned the shop he worked for, so most of that money came from his dads pockets in the end.

“What do you think it could be?”

“Well,” he started. “It really could be a few things. You might need a new starter, or it could just be a dead battery. I’m hoping for a dead battery, because that’ll only run you about $100.”

“God damnit,” you sighed. “Of course this shit would happen in between paydays.”

“I’ll make you a deal. Make me lunch, and I’ll pay for whatever is wrong with your car.”

You shake your head immediately.

“Jean, no.”

“I don’t remember asking for your permission,” he cuts you off. “Let me do this for you, babe.”

Your eyes go wide at the nickname, and you don’t miss the cocky smirk coming across his face.

“Uh, uhm okay,” you stutter out. “I’ll go, uhm, order something real quick.”

He nods at you as he starts to look under the hood of your car. You dismiss yourself to head to the kitchen. Leaning against the sink, you take a moment to breathe. Jean has never called you babe before, so it had completely caught you off guard. He had you a stuttering mess, and you’re sure if he could hear your thoughts he would die of laughter. A mix of emotions run through your body – everything from nervousness to longing for his touch.

Grabbing your phone out of your pocket, you decide ordering food will be a good distraction from the thoughts running rampant in your head. You scroll through your apps quickly, ultimately deciding pizza would be the easiest and cheapest option. Quickly placing the order, you type in your credit card info and pray it goes through. When the green check mark pops up indicating the transaction went through, you silently thank yourself for keeping up with the payments on at least one card.

As you open the door to the garage, you stop in your tracks at the sight in front of your eyes. Jean is bent over the hood of your car, his attention not swaying from the task at hand. He has an arrangement of tools spread across your engine. His mullet is now pulled back into a small man bun, beads of sweat making his baby hairs stick to his forehead. The thing catching the majority of your attention though, is the fact that he is completely shirtless. You can see sweat dripping down his muscular back – a sight you never knew you longed to see so badly.

Your heart is beating so loudly in your chest that you’re almost sure he can hear it. If you weren’t already turned on him just by seeing him earlier, you sure as hell were now.

“I can feel you staring,” Jean says, never breaking his eyes away from your car. “Is there any way I can get you to help me?”

“Uh yeah.”

You slip off your jacket, leaving you in just your cropped tank top and sweats. Walking up beside him, you silently wait for instruction from him. He hands you a flashlight, glancing your way for a second.

“I just need you to hold this light so it’s shining right over here,” he instructs you.

You nod your head as you turn the flashlight on, making sure the light hits exactly where he pointed. Jean glances in your direction, but turns his attention quickly when he notices how prominent your breasts are in your low cut shirt. Pretending not to notice his glance, you lean yourself forward a bit more, making your breasts pop even more in your shirt. You can feel Jean’s staring in his peripheral vision.

“Take a picture,” you say. “It’ll last longer.”

Jean’s face turns beet red as his eyes focus back to your car. You giggle to yourself, not believing that you were able to make him flustered so easily. He continues to tinker with your car as you hold the light in place. You catch him throwing glances your way every once in a while, but you choose to not say anything.

“C’mere,” he says. “Let me show you something.”

You scoot closer to him, but not close enough to his liking. You're taken by surprise when he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your body in front of his. He leaves his hand on your waist and brings his other hand around you to show you whatever it is he wants you to see. You hear words come out of his mouth, but the thought of his body pressed against yours takes over everything in your mind. Your hands find the edge of the car as you brace yourself against it, afraid that you might pass out from the unexpected events taking place.

“Did you get all that?”

You try to think of words, but all you are able to muster is a nod.

“You didn’t hear a thing I said, did you?” Jeans asks smugly.

“I, uuhm,” you stutter.

“Cat got your tongue?” he asks, pressing your bodies closer together.

A gasp escapes your lips as you feel his hardened length press into you. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought of this situation before, but never did you think this would all be happening.

“Jean, what are you doing?”

“I’m just trying to teach my favorite girl about her car,” he says slowly in your ear. “Is there anything wrong with that?”

You feel yourself getting wet from the sensation of his cock pushing into your backside. Feeling the pressure in your clit from being pushed against your car is enough to make you squirm under Jean. He grasps both of your hips tightly, trying to keep your body still.

“Every movement you make is making it harder for me to concentrate,” he says through clenched teeth.

The revelation that he is turned on as much as you are gives you a boost in confidence. Taking matters into your own hands, you turn yourself around to face him. You place your hands on his toned chest, pushing his upper body back slightly.

“Then focus on me.”

Your eyes stare up into his, seeing his pupils are completely blown. The lust is apparent in his eyes, and you’re sure that he can see it in yours too. You’ve wanted Jean for so long, it’s almost hard to believe what’s happening right in front of you.

Jean whispers your name so softly that you barely catch it. “Can I kiss you?”

Your mouth opens in shock at the question. Did you hear him right? Were you imagining he said that?

“You want to kiss me?” you whisper back.

Jean brings his forehead to yours, not breaking the eye contact between you two.

“Yes,” Jean starts. “I want to kiss you, so fucking bad.”

You can barely comprehend the words coming from his mouth. Not sure how far he was willing to take this, you know you need to set boundaries with him. You weren’t going to take this all the way just to be thrown to the side after everything was done.

“I don’t want to be another one of your girls, Jean,” you say quietly. “I can handle rejection from most guys, but not you. So, if you don’t want anything else from this, then let go of me and we’ll continue to be friends.”

Your breathing is heavy after you confession. You never expected it to come out, especially like this. Jean is just as stunned by it. Why would you ever think you were one of those girls? He had never been up front about his feelings, but he never wanted to distract you from your busy life. Every girl he slept with was just a disappointing reminder that he would never get you to himself. You always talked about being too busy for a relationship, so he just assumed that put him out of the running.

Your name softly falls from his lips as he pushes your chin up with his hand. “Why would you ever think you’re one of those girls? Those girls could never compare to you.”

You feel your heart beating rapidly at his words.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long,” he continues. “Every time we hang out, it takes everything in me to not just grab you and kiss you for hours on end. Those girls mean absolutely nothing to me. You are everything to me. I don’t think you’ll ever understand how badly I’ve wanted to do everything with you – hold you, kiss you, touch you, make you forget every other man in your life. I want you to be mine.”

You stand there staring into his eyes, shocked at his confession. Words are spilling out of Jean’s mouth, and you know if you don’t shut him up soon that he won’t stop. You wrap your arms around his neck, but he’s so lost in his confession that he doesn’t even notice.

“Jean,” you say, finally getting his attention on you. “Shut up.”

You pull his face down to yours, finally kissing his lips. Your stomach feels like someone has released butterflies again. This is the moment you’ve waited so long for, and you don’t plan on letting it slip away from you.

Jean deepens the kiss, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip asking for entrance. You oblige, opening your mouth. As your tongues explore each other’s mouths, he pulls your body closer to his. His cock rubs against your already sensitive clit, making you moan into the kiss. You feel his grip tighten on your hips, keeping you place as he continues to slowly grind against you. Your hands make their way into his hair, slightly pulling at the strands. He moans into the kiss, and that’s when you start to lose your composure.

Jean slightly lifts you up so you’re sitting on the edge of your car. Immediately wrapping your legs around his hips, he pulls you even closer. He grinds his cock along your entire cunt, adding more friction to your clit. The friction makes you whimper, something Jean never thought he would hear. He slides one of his hands underneath your shirt, cupping your breast. As he lightly kneads it, your moans become completely uncontrollable, your body getting lost in the pleasure.

“Jean,” you whine. “Not here.”

He removes his hand from your shirt, bringing them both under your thighs.

“Up,” he demands.

You help pull yourself up as his hands move to your ass, picking you up with ease. Your legs tighten around his waist, causing more friction between your sensitive clit and his hard length. He makes his way through your apartment, never once breaking the heated kiss between you two. As soon as he leads you through your bedroom doorway, he slams the door shut with his foot. You gasp as he tosses you onto your bed as if you weigh nothing. He looms over you, taking in the sight of your body lying below him.

He says your name quietly. “Are you sure you want to do this? ‘Cause if we do this, there’s no going back. You are mine.”

“Jean,” you respond quietly. “Please make me yours.”

Jean brings his lips down to yours, kissing you hungrily. Your hands roam his chest, feeling his muscles under your fingertips. As your hands make their way down his chest, they stop at the waist of his jeans. Your fingers find their way to the button on his jeans, unclasping them. You slowly start to shimmy them down his legs, his calves finishing the task. He breaks the kiss, and you whine at the loss of contact.

“It’s not very fair that I’m sitting here in my underwear, yet you’re still fully clothed.”

He grabs the waistband of your sweatpants and tugs on them, signaling that he wants them off. You hurriedly grab them, pulling them off easily. Jean moves himself to the edge of your bed, grabbing your wrist to pull you over to him. You get off the bed and stand in front of him. He pulls you closer to him by your waist, putting one of his legs in between yours. His hands grip your waist roughly, moving your body down to sit on his thigh.

“Show me how good you can ride my thigh.”

His hand makes its way under your shirt again, kneading your breast with his calloused palm. The feeling of his rough hands against your soft breast is already driving you crazy. He bounces his thigh causing a whimper to spill from your lips. You grab his shoulders for support as you slowly start moving yourself against him. You bring your lips to his, letting your moans fall into his mouth. He trails the kiss from your lips down to your neck. His lips search for your weak spot, earning a moan when they finally find it. You feel his cocky smile as he nibbles on it, making you moan loudly.

Feeling desperate for more, you rock your hips faster. The moans and whimpers spilling from your mouth are music to Jean’s ears. He moves his lips from your neck up to your jaw, placing soft kisses along it. His hand releases your breast, making its way up to your neck, applying light pressure to the sides. His other hand stays firmly on your hip, helping you keep your balance as you continue to grind onto him. Your hands grip tighter onto his shoulders, nail marks becoming apparent on his skin.

“Does that feel good?” he asks in a gruff voice. “You like that?”

“Yes,” you moan. “Feels so good.”

“You’re so good at riding my thigh,” he says lowly in your ear.

Your wetness is practically soaking Jean’s thigh, a sight he had dreamed about many times. Jean bounces his thigh lightly again, causing you to sharply take in a breath. The pleasure was starting to overwhelm you, and your orgasm was quickly approaching. Your rhythm starts to get sloppy, and Jean knew you were there.

“Jean,” you whimper. “I’m close.”

“Be a good girl and come for me.”

A wave of pleasure crashes over you as Jean releases your throat, grabbing your hips with both of his hands. He continues rocking your hips, helping you through your high. Once the your orgasm wears off, you lay your head on his shoulder, breathing heavily. Jean runs a hand through your hair.

“Such a good girl for me,” he says quietly in your ear. “But I’m far from being done with you.”

“Jean, I’m so sensitive. I don’t know if I can handle anymore.”

Jean grabs your face gently with his hands, pulling you off his shoulder. His rough thumb rubs lightly along your cheek.

“We’ve both waited too long for this,” he starts. “I’m going to make you cum as many times as I can until you’re screaming my name.”

Redness makes its way across your cheeks as you try to bury your face back into Jean’s shoulder. He stops you just in time, cupping your face in his hands.

“Don’t you ever hide your beautiful face from me.”

You nod your head lightly.

“That’s my girl.”

You can feel yourself getting wet again from all the praises you were receiving from him. Jean presses his lips against yours, much softer this time than the rest. You wrap your arms around his neck as he places his hands on your ass. He stands up while holding you, turning around and placing you back down on the edge of the bed. You pull back and gave him a confused look.

“I wanna show you how good I can make you feel.”

He lightly grabs the bottom edge of your tank top, pulling it up and over your head. Your breasts bounce as the fabric releases the hold on them, and you swear you see Jean drooling at the sight. His hands immediately take hold of each breast, lightly rubbing them in his palms. He leans forward and takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. The sensation makes your head fall back, quiet moans falling from your mouth.

He lets go of your other breast, his hand working its way down to your core. It stops on your thigh, and you feel his thumb making small circles on it. You push your hips forward, trying to get him to touch where you want him most. Jean chuckles at the sight of you being so needy for him. He removes his mouth from your nipple, a small string of saliva in between.

“Look at my girl being so needy,” he says. “Tell me what you want.”

“Need your touch,” you whimper. “Please.”

Jean’s thumb makes contact with your clit, making you gasp as his thumb lightly draws circles on it. You try to quiet the moans that escape your lips, but the immense amount of pleasure is making it difficult to stay quiet. He slips your dark green lace thong to the side. One of his fingers lightly runs up your wet pussy, making you arch your back.

“So wet for me,” Jean whispers in your ear.

He continues to rub your clit as his finger runs up and down the folds of your dripping cunt, every pass making you ache for more.

“Jean, please,” you moan out.

“Anything for you, princess,” he says, slipping a finger into your wet pussy.

You whimper at the feeling, trying to keep your moans quiet still. Jean pulls his hand away from your core, making you whine at the loss of contact. You pull him down into a heated kiss as you feel him sliding your thong off you. He lays you on the bed as his hand finds your pussy again, easily slipping his finger back into you. You become a whining mess underneath Jean as he breaks the kiss. His lips make their way down to your core, kissing every inch of you along the way.

His lips make their way to your inner thigh, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin. He stops moving his finger, letting it rest inside you. You try to buck your hips, but his arm laid across you prevents any movement from happening. As you let out a whine in frustration, Jean brings his mouth to your clit, letting his warm breath fan over it.

He says your name gruffly. “Don’t hold back your moans. I wanna hear you scream my name.”

He places his mouth on your swollen clit as he begins to move his finger again. His tongue flicks it, causing a loud moan to fall from your lips.

“Oh my god!”

Jean smirks as his tongue continues to lick circles on your clit. Your hands reach down to his hair, pulling at his strands, earning a moan from him. The sensation of his finger and his tongue licking your clit is enough to form another knot in the pit of your stomach. Your hips try to match the movement of his finger, trying to get yourself closer to a release. Jean slips a second finger in, earning an even louder moan from you than before.

“Don’t stop Jean,” you breathe out in between moans.

You don’t know what comes over you as you push his face deeper onto you.

“If you want more, pretty, all you have to do is ask.”

“Want more, Jean,” you moan.

Jean flattens his tongue against your clit, curling his fingers inside you to hit your sweet spot. The sensation has you practically shaking underneath him. You push yourself harder onto his tongue, desperate for the friction to help you get closer to your release.

“Don’t, stop, please.”

He adds a third finger, making you lose your composure completely. The rhythm your hips created was completely lost. Pleasure takes over you as your orgasm rips through you. Jean continues his pace licking and fingering you, helping you ride out your high. Once he notices your breathing start to go back to normal, he slips his fingers out of you. You whimper at the loss of them, but he replaces the feeling when he slides his tongue up your pussy, cleaning up your mess.

“Jean,” you loudly moan. “Too sensitive, please –“

“Just cleaning up your mess,” he says with a smug grin on his face.

You feel heat immediately rush to your cheeks, your hands reaching up to try and hide it. Jean leans over you, pulling your hands down.

“Don’t make me tell you again,” he says, staring down into your eyes. “Don’t hide your face from me.”

Nodding your head obediently, you can’t help but stare into his eyes. You can see the lust in them practically begging you for more. Your hands seem to take control of themselves, moving to the waistband of his underwear. As you slowly pull them down his legs, he bends down and kisses you. The moment his underwear hit the floor, Jean spreads your legs slowly, putting himself in between them.

He stops the kiss to look down at your entrance. Grabbing his cock, he slides the tip slowly through your folds, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You whimper as he continues to edge you, driving you crazy.

“You’re sure about this?” Jean asks in a sincere tone.

“Yes, Jean,” you whine. “Please, fuck me.”

Jean brings his lips to yours again, capturing them in a passionate kiss. He lines his length up with you, and slowly pushes himself in. You both moan loudly into the kiss as he bottoms out inside of you. He breaks the kiss to look at you, waiting for your confirmation on when he can start moving. After a few seconds, you nod your head as you bring his lips back down to yours.

He starts out slow, letting his cock slide out just enough for only the tip to be left inside. It takes everything in him to not completely hammer into you, but he wanted to make this special. Your hands grab onto the sheets, gripping them tightly in your fists as he slowly thrust into you.

“Jean,” you moaned. “Faster, please.”

Jean happily picks up the pace, grunting every time he fills you. His grunts and moans get louder as he starts kissing down your neck. He finds your sweet spot, letting his teeth nibble on it. Letting go of the sheets, you wrap your arms around his back. You can’t help as your nails scratch down his back, leaving marks that he would most definitely feel later on.

Your moans get louder as you feel the knot build in your stomach again.

“Jean,” you loudly moan. “Oh, fuck!”

“Not yet,” he groans back.

His hands gripped your hips firmly as he flips you onto your back, his length not leaving your dripping pussy once. Your eyes go wide as he handles you like you weigh absolutely nothing.

“Ride me, baby.”

You do as he commands, placing your hands on his chest as you move yourself up and down on him. Jean brings one hand down to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles on it. You throw your head back moaning in pleasure as he brings his other hand up to your neck, squeezing the sides rougher than the last time. You clench your walls around him, making him moan louder than he has.

“Fuck,” Jean says loudly through breaths and moans. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Look at you taking my cock so well.”

The praise itself is almost enough to send you over the edge, but you hold yourself back. Jean lets go of your throat, bringing both of his hands to your hips. He grips you tightly as he begins to slam into you fervently, his pace much quicker than what you were doing by yourself. You put one of your hands on your clit, rubbing it vigorously as you felt your orgasm approaching fast.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asks roughly.

You try to nod your head, but the pleasure is too much.

“Jean!” you yell. “Gonna –“

“Cum for me,” Jean moans your name loudly.

Your third orgasm crashes over you as Jean continues to thrust wildly into you. You keep your hands firmly on his chest, trying to keep yourself steady as he helps you through it. Your pussy grips onto his cock like a vice as he fucks deeper into you. His brows furrow together, and you can tell he’s getting close.

“You can cum in me, Jean” you lean down and whisper into his ear.

“A-Are you sur-“

“I’m on the pill, Jean.”

“Oh fuck yes!” he moans out loudly.

Jean grips you harder as his thrusts start to lose rhythm. The praises you moan out to him are working.

“Ah, Jean! Don’t stop!” you yell out, your fourth orgasm approaching. “Feels so good!”

“C’mon baby,” Jean says loudly. “Show me how good you feel.”

Your sweet moans echo through his ears as you come undone on his cock, feeling his cum fill your cunt at the same time. You fall onto Jean’s chest, too exhausted to hold your body up any longer. He slowly takes himself out of you, the mess spilling onto the sheets below. You stay laying on his chest as he wraps his arms around your back. The sound of yours and his heavy breathing fills the room.

“That was –“

“I really like you, Jean,” you admit quietly.

Realizing you said that out loud, you nervously burrow your face into Jean’s neck. He chuckles quietly as he brings a hand up and runs it through your hair.

“I really fucking like you too,” he says. “Always have.”

You lift your head up slightly, just enough so you can see his face. He looks down at you with nothing but love and adoration on his face.

“Really?” you ask, tears brimming your eyes.

He moves a piece of hair out of your face gently.

“Of course, baby,” he says, kissing your nose. “Will you please be mine?”

You pull him into a deep kiss. Your wildest dreams are coming true right in front of you. Who knew your one day off would become the best day of your life?

“Absofuckinglutely.”

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[therapycat21]

All Right Now Part 4

Travis Kelce x Famous!Reader Description: The reader catches the eye of famous footballer Travis.

Warnings: None

Social Media AU

I’ve been on cloud 9 since that night, he has been texting and calling me almost every day, calling just to ask if I was feeling okay, what kind of flowers I liked, and how I preferred cats over dogs. For the first time, it feels right, actually true and real. Compared to the last few years and the relationships I’ve been in, this falls at the very top of my list.

Ever since that night at the restaurant I’ve been counting down the days until I get to physically see him again, we both have been so busy with life that I'm only able to see him on Facetime.   

But today is the day of his game against the Jets and I'm so excited to finally see him again, and bring my mom to her first football game. 

My thoughts still swirling, I’m interrupted by a knock on the door, checking the time, I know it’s my mom. I run to the door and open it to see my mom in full Chiefs gear, also wearing a #87 jersey like me. I give her a giant smile before we pull each other into a deep hug. “Ugh, I missed you so much Mommy,” I tell her, getting a little emotional from not seeing her “Oh I missed you too my baby” Our hug lasts a few more seconds before we let each other go. “So, how's Travis?” she asks. Yes, I already told her about him, I can’t not tell her, we’re way too close for me to keep secrets from her.

I try to hide my smile but inevitably it pops out “he’s good, he called me today before heading to the stadium, he’s a little nervous” I tell her, she frowns slightly “Why’s he nervous, he plays absolutely amazing” she tells me “we know that but he’s more nervous about how they'll treat me cause we all know they're gonna be ticked off about me being there and doesn't want it to give me bad press” I tell her slightly frowning.

I look over at her after not hearing her say anything. She is slightly smiling “What are you so smiley about?” I question

“Oh nothing, this is just the first time I’ve ever heard one of your boyfriends actually be concerned for you, your feelings, and your safety.”

 I sigh turning back around and gathering my things to leave “We have not had that talk yet Mom, so please refrain from saying anything about that to him.” “Oh honey if you think that man does not want to be your boyfriend, you are very mistaken, if only you saw how he looks at you,” she tells me grinning.

Looking at her confused, I question “What do you mean how he looks at me?” she belly laughs from the doorway looking at her phone “From when you guys went out to dinner that night, I’m looking at the picture now”. I look at her in a panic and rush to open my phone and find what she is talking about. Opening Instagram I see a post from ENews.

Mouth agape in shock “Oh my god, I can't believe they saw us.” I say out loud. My mom laughs loudly “Honey no offense but you're a famous singer and he’s a famous footballer, of course, they would’ve found out. Look It’ll be okay I promise” I sigh a little in relief from her reassurance.

But I still have to let Travis know, that is what gets my nerves to skyrocket not knowing how he’ll take the information. I shake my hands a bit to shake off some of the nerves hopefully “Ohh man, okay let’s go, we will be even more late if we stay here” I tell her smiling at her assuringly. We both left the apartment.

1 Hour Later in The Chief's Family Suite

We both found our seats and ordered ourselves drinks and some light food. I lean over to my mom “So? How is it so far?” I question smiling at her “Oh honey this is so fun, I wanna do it every weekend” she tells me smiling. 

Before I respond we’re interrupted by someone calling my name I turn around to see Kylie and the two girls. I jump up to go greet them “Hey you guys, I didn’t know you were coming today,” I say while hugging Kylie she hugs me back responding “I know Jason decided last minute to come so his mom didn’t have to drive by herself” I nod smiling before turning my attention to the two girls and bending down to reach them “hey pretty girls” before I can fully greet them they both rush in to hug me “ugh I just love seeing you two” I tell them, letting them both go and standing back upright.

 “Oh you guys, this is my mom Katalina. Mom this is Kylie Travis’s sister-in-law and these two beautiful girls are his nieces” I introduce them. My mom stands to greet them pulling them each into a hug “Oh it is so nice to meet all of you, I heard so much from y/n, do you wanna sit with us over here?” she asks. Kylie smiles before nodding and guiding the girls into the seats between me and her. I look around searching “Where’s Jason?” I ask Ky “Oh he’s grabbing some drinks and snacks with his mom, he should be here soon.” she lets me know “Their mom is here?” I question with a twinge of fear lacing my voice. I can tell she noticed because of the sympathetic look on her face “Don’t worry Trav and Jason have been telling her amazing things about you, I know she’ll love you” she reassures me. I give her a small smile before turning back to my mom waiting for the game to start.  

A few minutes go by before we hear the oh-so-boisterous voice of Jason Kelce. Me and mom turn to face the sound and see Jason with a smaller and shorter woman. We wait for them to greet Kylie and the kids before I stand up to greet Jason “Hey, there my girly!” he says reaching to pull me into a bear hug.

 Laughing I hug him back before letting go and introducing him to Mom, he reaches around and pulls her into a hug before guiding us to meet Donna who he said was his mom's name. “Momma, this is y/n and her mom Katalina” I smile about to reach out and shake her hand before she laughs and pulls me into a motherly hug “Oh it is so nice to meet you sweetheart” After a few seconds she lets go “it’s so nice to meet you too, Travis talks about you all the time” I tell her smiling, she laughs “touche my dear” she smirks at me. I blush before introducing her to my mom. After all of the pleasantries are done we all sit down. My mom was on my right, Donna on my left with Jason and the kids, and Kylie on her left.

The game finally starts and we finally see Travis run out onto the field with the other players. Once the players are settled on the field I see him look over and up straight at me with a soft fond smile on his face, he slightly waves at me before turning back to the game.

I blush and turn to see his action brought attention to me in the suite. I look down to see some of the crowd taking pictures and videos. I catch the eye of one of the fans before smiling, blowing them a kiss, and waving at them.  A few minutes of this go by before everyone goes back to the game with fans occasionally looking back up here at us. In the meantime, me, my mom and Donna are all laughing and making jokes together. (if only I knew what gonna come from that on the internet). 

And as expected I look up from the field to the jumbo, smiling as I see my own face. I give a quick smile and wave before turning around and showing my jersey number with a proud smile on my face. Everyone gives a laugh before I sit back down and the jumbo goes back to the game.

The laughter halts for a moment after seeing Pat throw the ball and Travis jumps to catch it, everyone stands up jumping and cheering as Travis runs to make the touchdown with them winning the game against the Jets. The stadium breaks into hollers and screams, me included. Kylie still standing screaming for Travis reaches over and hugs me before Donna pulls me into a hug. We all hug each other before everyone calms down as Travis does his touchdown dance.

As the excitement dies down, everyone starts to gather their belonging. I’m then approached by one of the workers. “Hello, we were asked to escort you down to Travis and the car is that okay?” he asks me I look over at my mom, and she gives me a smile slightly pushing me towards the doors “go, it’s okay Donna and I are gonna go out to eat and talk some, okay” I smile reaching over to give her a big hug telling her I love her, I do the same to Donna “tell him he played amazing for me and I love him” she tells me I give her quick nod before nodding to the man and rushing over to go see Travis.

After a few minutes of walking, we hit the elevator the man guides me in before pushing the button to go down, a few silent seconds go by before the man slightly turns towards me “I’m sorry if this is unprofessional but Is it okay If I get a picture with you for my daughter? She loves your music” I look at him “Absolutely and believe me you’re not being unprofessional, how about I make a video for her, what’s her name ” he smiles reaching to fish his phone put “Her name is Jessica” I smile as he turns to video and I lean over to say a few words to her before he thanks me to put his phone away. I grab my phone and ask for his information “Is it okay if I get your information, I’d like to send her some stuff if that’s okay” I ask. He looks at me in shock before hurriedly nodding at me “Of course, you just made me the father of the year” he jokes at me, we laugh and talk a few more before the doors open and we’re greeted by Travis leaning against the wall with a few teammates. He gives them quick goodbyes before I walk out.

He makes quick strides toward me lifting me into a deep hug, his face pressed into the side of my hair. “Oh I missed you so much,” he tells me still hugging me. I relish in the feeling of his warmth before responding “I missed you too” he lets me go putting my feet back onto the ground “Oh by the way your mom asked me to tell you that you played amazing and she loves you” he gives a fond smile before it turns quizzical “you and my mom talked?” he questions. I panic a little “I’m sorry I didn’t know she was gonna be the—” he cuts me off with a laugh “Baby, it wasn't a bad thing you talked to my mom I was just surprised I thought she wasn't coming to this game that’s why” I sigh in relief happy he isn't upset “yeah Kylie said Jason decided to come last minute and drove your mom too” I tell him. He nods understanding.

“Anyway, did you wanna go home and watch a movie and chill for the night?” he questions. I nod profusely, excited for a chill night in before a concert the next day. “Yes please” I smile at him he gives me a nod before grabbing my hand and turning me towards the doors using his other hand to brush the back of my head pulling my forehead to kiss it “Oh you’re so adorable,” he tells me before stopping abruptly “what’s wrong?” I question he turns towards me “I was about to walk out this door exposing us to the world before asking you if you’re okay walking in public together yet?” I blush a little before raising my hand to his cheek “I am totally okay with being seen in public with you” I tell him proudly. He blushes turning his head down before nodding and clasping my hand in his leaning down and brushing his lips over mine. “Alright let’s go announce to the world I am the proud boyfriend of the infamous y/n l/n,” he says pulling my arm. “Ho ho hold on there a sec, boyfriend?” I question pulling my arm from his hand to get him to stop walking. He looks at me sideways “Um yeah, In case you didn’t know we’ve been together since I even looked at you that cool with you?” he smirks at me staring intensely. I blush underneath his gaze I ponder for a second “Yeah, yeah it’s cool with me.” I tell him before turning back to the door.

He nods also turning back to the door and we are then blinded by flashing lights as we are engulfed in the sounds of flashing cameras and screaming fans.

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[etherealvistas]

Driving in Palestine now is more dangerous than ever.

Yesterday, I drove from Ramallah to Dura, a village near Hebron to attend the funeral of Ahed, my friend’s baby sister, who had just become a mother. She was shot by an Israeli sniper. A heartbreaking loss.

If I could use Israel’s apartheid roads designated for settlers, it would be an 80-90 minute drive, but it took me 4 hours.

Why?

First, we’re forced to take segregated Palestinian only roads which make it a 2.5 hour drive because of checkpoints.

But these days, it’s even worse as Israel has imposed an even more strict strangulation policy over the West Bank, which means even some of those segregated roads are blocked and there are 10 times as many checkpoints.

Taking this drive outside our village/cities of residence is extremely dangerous for three reasons:

Settler attacks: Israeli settlers are in rampage mode, and you don’t know when you could get hit by a rock or bullet from one of their raging mobs.

Soldiers at the end of a wrong turn: There are no signs for what “roads” are currently opened or closed for us, you have to guess or stop to ask locals every few miles. If you make a wrong turn and end up face to face with soldiers, they can shoot you, and claim you attacked them.

Arrests for social media posts: If you’re stopped at a checkpoint, soldiers these days are taking folks’ phones and checking their WhatsApp’s and telegram and instagram. If you have a message standing in solidarity with Gaza, or anything the Israeli soldiers see as offensive, they’ll beat you to a pulp, and could even arrest you. My friend Diala, a human rights lawyer, was just arrested at one of these checkpoints this evening. We don’t know why, but it likely relates to her work and messages they found on her phone about it.

On my end, driving back at night was a nightmare, mainly because I had a friend in the car and was worried about him.

As we drove back, these historically busy streets were ghostly empty because nobody is taking the risk of driving at night unless necessary.

Every turn I’d take, I’d slow down to a crawl to make sure there was no trigger happy soldier or angry settler ready to pounce.

I got lucky as, although we waited at a checkpoint for an hour, the soldiers got bored and literally opened the checkpoint for all the cars to pass without any security check — proof they’re using these checkpoints arbitrarily as collective punishment.

In Dura, I saw where Ahed was shot.

The soldiers had stormed her village as part of their intimidation tactics in the West Bank to keep people anxious. Ahed ran to her roof to warn her husband to come home. An Israeli sniper shot her in the head.

As I drove home, thinking of Ahed, her heart broken family, the families of my friends in Gaza, all the souls we’ve lost, and how easy my life could be taken for simply driving across my ancestral lands to help my friend in her grief.

It shouldn’t have to be said, but our lives are precious. They’re beautiful. They’re equally worthy of joy and basic dignity.

I’m committed to one day being able to drive across my people’s ancestral land a free man, surrounded by my liberated people.

If Israel’s death machine is haunting us around every corner, we might as well live fighting for a life worth dying for.

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☀️ Everyday Idol 🌙 (Chapter 2)

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✨possible bangchan x reader (f), possible jungkook x reader (f)

✨wc: ~2k

✨ friends to lovers? possible love triangle? future angst and smut??? definitely fluff.

✨ summary: JYP Entertainment launches a new show and y/n somehow gets recruited. Even though she doesn’t particularly care about the outcome of the show, she does particularly care about one of the artists she met: Chris from Stray Kids. Does Chris feel the same or will a potential relationship with one of his friends overcome what y/n feels for him?

✨ author’s notes: pls pls pls let me know if you’d prefer shorter, more frequent chapters like this one, OR longer chapters posted about once per week. i’m heavily debating lol

✨ warnings: cursing from time to time.

Chan’s POV:

He’d been in his studio working on a new track. ‘For way. Too. Long,’ he thought. Every beat was starting to run together and every sound was starting to become the same. He leaned back in his chair, letting out a sigh and took his time standing up out of his chair. A walk is what he needed. He figured he would grab a drink while he was at it. He reached to the couch behind him to pull on his hoodie, grab his wallet, and pick up his phone. He brought his phone to his face to see any notifications that had popped up in the past couple of hours. He would normally silence it when there was something he really needed to get done for the day. He scrolled, Bubble notifications, Instagram notifications, a few Youtubers he watched had uploaded new videos.

New text: A. Felix. Chan quickly tapped over the notification and held his phone up to his face to unlock it.

‘Huh? What is he on about? I don’t think I’ve even seen anyone recently to talk about that kinda stuff.’ Chan thought.

Chan decided to wait back a minute in his studio. Sitting back down in his chair, he hoped Felix would text back soon. Now he was invested.

‘I mean, yeah, I’d hung out with him the other day… He definitely brought up girls though and didn’t mention anything to me about it other than if we found someone, we’d better promise to not totally abandon each other afterwords. He didn’t mention a new girl though.’

‘Weird, but whatever,’ Chan thought. He sprung up out of his chair and headed out the studio door. Whoever it was, he figured he didn’t know them if JK didn’t even bring them up. It was a good distraction to give him a bit of a break though.

Chan made his way out of the company building and headed to the nearest convenience store. ‘A pineapple juice is in order,’ he thought. He grabbed some snacks quickly, before heading to the check out. He stopped outside of the company building, chatting with some of the JYP trainees and idols, continuing on the inside of the building too. If there’s one thing about Chan, it’s that he’s the biggest social butterfly there ever was. If something happened in the Kpop industry, he would know about it. That was why it took him a little aback when Felix was getting the scoop instead of him.

He made his way back to his studio, setting his new treats down on his desk before settling back into his chair for the evening. He pulled his phone back out to check for an update from Felix.

Of fucking course. ‘Good job Chris, good job,’ he thought to himself. ‘You waited too long to say anything and this is what you get. I mean you even introduced her to him! What did you expect?’ He thought back to the day you and Jungkook had been at the apartment. Nothing was said out of the ordinary, was it? He remembered how beautiful you looked that day, and how your eyes meeting his made his heart race. How he had a stupid grin on his face once you left. How he had beaten himself up for not coming up with a way to ask for your number.

‘No wait,’ he thought, suddenly pulling a memory out of his ass. Once he had plopped back onto the couch with Jungkook, he had leaned in and said you seemed nice. “Yeah, she’s great,” Chan had responded. Is that all it took? For JK to meet you for 2 minutes and hear that you’re a good person? That’s really all it took to get him interested in you to the point of asking you out? ‘He has balls, and you don’t Chan. Why would she be interested in you over him anyways?’ He thought.

He let himself lean all the way back in his chair, running his hands over his face. He let out a breath he hadn’t even known he’d been holding in. Hands resting on his forehead, with elbows flexed up above his head, he allowed himself to sit like that for a minute. He knew he should be happy for his friend. He knew he should be happy for you. It sounded like you’d been going through a lot and it’d be great to have something good to look forward to and to distract you. But in the tiniest, most hidden corner of his mind, he was hoping it would be him. Some day. FUCK.

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Y/n’s POV:

“Okay there, I sent it,” you excitedly looked up at Anna. You were shaking the tiniest bit, but you hoped she didn’t notice.

“What did you settle on?” she spun your phone around to read the message to Jungkook.

Sure, that sounds like fun! Just let me know something.

“Cool, calm, collected. I like it,” she smiled at you, turning the phone back to you.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to seem like I was like- expecting anything, ya know? Like I don’t want to put pressure on it and make him feel like it’s a date or anything. Cause I feel like it’d be a lot easier if it’s just casual.”

“I mean, I agree. But DM’ing asking to hang out doesn’t exactly scream ‘casual’ to me,” she smirked.

You blushed. “I don’t knowwww, I just- I don’t know what to expect.”

“Valid, but just try not to worry about it. A literal babe just borderline asked you on a date. I don’t think he would’ve done that if he didn’t think you were great,” Anna rotated her head back and forth at you, rolling her eyes to the side. “TRY to enjoy this. I bet he’s nervous too.”

“You think?”

“Oh I KNOW. I bet he’s been sweating his balls off ever since he sent that, waiting for you to respond. You probably put him through hell not responding for hours!”

It made you giggle to think about… almost in a guilty way. “I don’t know about HELL, but -“ your phone buzzed in your hand, cutting off your sentence. You quickly craned your head down to read the message on the screen.

Abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwxyz: I’ll have some down time tomorrow? Are you free?

Your heart jumped a little as you read it.

“Hey, let me see, let me see!” Anna poked her head over top of the device. She looked at the screen intently. “Of course you’re free tomorrow! And if you aren’t free, we’re gonna come up with a plan to make you free!”

You went over tomorrow’s schedule in your head. Professionalism training in the morning- going over things you are and aren’t allowed to say and do once the taping of the show starts. Hair and makeup around lunch time. You should have some sort of lunch break in there since there were so many other contestants who also had to get made up. Then shooting materials that will be used as your introduction on the show. You weren’t too sure what all it entailed, but you knew you’d have to talk a bit about yourself and Changbin would be brought in at some point. You’d have to act like this was your first time meeting him, so that’s awkward. The company scheduled a mandatory dinner and drinks night for the new Everyday Idol cast so that everyone got to know each other well before the show. Now THAT, you were excited for. You figured some people would be cut throat, but you were just here to have a good time. You were excited to make more friends and see who you’d vibe with. You weren’t sure if any of the JYP staff would be there as well, but it would be good to know them too.

Your thumbs automatically flexed on the screen.

I have a pretty full schedule tomorrow, but I could probably do something around lunch! Can I text you tomorrow closer to when I know I’ll be ready? You know how the scheduling is.

You said this out loud as you typed. You looked up to Anna, silently asking for her approval.

“Perfect,” she said. With a deep breath in, you hit send. You both sat, waiting for a response since his other had been fairly quick. You held your breath almost the entire time. Why were you so nervous?

*DING* Another message.

Abcedfghi__jklmnopqrstuvwxyz: Great, I’ll pick you up to get some lunch. On me of course. Just message me tomorrow and let me know a time. Can’t wait! :)

“Ahhhhhh!” Anna squeeled.

“Ahhhhhh!” you squeeled back. Neither of you could contain yourselves, waving your hands back and forth in the air.

“Bitch, you have a date with Jeon Jungkook… BITCH YOU HAVE A DATE WITH JEON JUNGKOOK!!!!” she screamed, jumping up and down as she sat. The smile on her face spread from one ear to the other.

“I KNOW, I KNOW!!! … Oh my God Anna, what am I gonna do?! What am I gonna talk about?! Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!” You were now jumping up and down as well, mildly freaking out all the while.

“I don’t know, but you are gonna CRUSH it,” she squeaked, hugging you. “And it will be okay, just deep breaths! You are so smart, you will literally have a million things to talk about.” You were still holding your breath.

“God I feel like I could pass out,” you laughed.

“Well don’t. Not until after your date.” ‘DATE.’ Jesus Christ. Your nerves were on fire. ‘I’ve got to calm down. It’s nothing, it’s literally nothing. It’s just a normal date. Honestly, he didn’t even call it a date. It’s just two people hanging out, that’s all. PLUS, let’s not forget that he kinda sucked when you met before. There’s only pressure on him. HE has to prove why I should like HIM, not the other way around,’ you thought.

You decided to “Like” the message, making it more casual. “I’m gonna go take a shower. I’ve gotta shake these nerves off,” you said, standing up.

“Well I’ll be right here waiting and game planning what you’re gonna wear tomorrow,” Anna beamed up at you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you smiled and rolled your eyes. Heading to the bathroom, you slowly turned the shower to almost the hottest the water would run. ‘Fuck, I need to shave EVERYTHING,’ you thought. ‘This is gonna have to be a longgg shower.” You quickly removed your clothes and set them on the ground beside you. You tapped on your phone to get a nice, calming playlist going before your marathon shower started or else you’d be bored, huffing and puffing out of your mind trying to get the razor up your leg for the millionth time.

Dang, another instagram notification. Maybe Jungkook WAS really into you. You tapped to open the chat again.

gnabnahc: Hey! I know this is random, but if you have any time tomorrow, could you meet me in my studio? I’ll be around in the morning and at lunch after hair & makeup. If you have time of course, I understand if not. I just wanted to talk to you about something.

‘Good fucking God,” your heart dropped. “Anna… I need you. NOW!” you screamed.

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[mojowitchcraft]

2024 Fic Tracker

I decided to start tracking the fics I'm reading for 2024 and I thought I'd maybe do a monthly round up of my favourite fics and post on here, but I'm one week in and there's already so many great fics that I'm reading that I wanted to yell about!

Not sure how consistently I'll post these, but I love hyping up my fellow writers and friends, so here's some of my recent faves, mainly Steddie fics but some others in here!

change your mind

by helix_stomper [@pixelizedrifles] Rating: E | Words: 168k | Chapters: 13/17 | Pairing: Steddie

Summary:

After his breakup with Nancy, Steve Harrington keeps it a secret that he hasn’t made an effort to meet his soulmate. When he accidentally wakes up next to them a few days after his 18th birthday, he’s surprised to find that it’s not only another guy, but somebody else in Hawkins. Between losing all his old friends, learning how not to be an asshole, and balancing his newfound sexuality in a closed-minded town, Steve has his work cut out for him. Eddie Munson doesn’t believe in soulmates, but that doesn’t stop him from waiting in the dreamscape every night for his. Balancing life as an openly queer, drug-dealing super senior in Hawkins, Indiana is no cakewalk, especially with Billy Hargrove on his ass. But maybe, just maybe, there’s something to that whole soulmate thing after all.

📓 💭: [Read most recent chapters of this ongoing WIP] I was so excited when I saw that helix_stomper was writing a soulmate fic, and it does NOT disappoint. It's a totally different vibe from the Boots & Budweiser series but it's so so excellent. A completely fresh and interesting take on the soulmate trope with dreamscapes, a healthy dose of identity porn and some *drama*

they're going to send us to prison for jerks

by @greatunironic Rating: E | Words: 16k | Chapters: 1/1 | Pairing: Steddie

Summary:

GARETH 11.46am it’s been like five hours should we do a welfare check on him? JEFF 11.47 am why? you think it’s possible to die from jerking it too much? GARETH 11.47am ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah In which Eddie is TikTok famous, and his personal favorite creator just had an unexpected face reveal.

📓 💭: I love me some modern au / alt format / social media shinanegans and this did not disappoint! Super fun and cute

Paint & Glitter

by unhappy_peaches [@ghast1yghosts] Rating: T | Words: 2.3k | Chapters: 1/1 | Pairing: Steddie

Summary:

"face painter Steve's next in line is an excited 20 y/o Eddie who wants a dragon"

📓 💭: [Reread] This came up in covo with a friend and I had to reread it cause it's so damn cute.

Tentative

by Eddywow [@eddywoww] Rating: E | Words: 90k | Chapters: 11/? | Pairing: Steddie

Summary:

“Oookay," The woman drew out, one ringed hand sweeping at Stevie's hair. "Hey there, Uhh. You're kind of in my lap. Can you get up?" Rude. Couldn't she see Stevie was trying her best?

📓 💭: [Read most recent chapters of this ongoing WIP] I was a little late to the party starting to read this but it's SO FUCKING GOOOOOOOD!! (would we expect anything less of Eddywow? Doubtful) Love going wild with my friends about stressy depressy big tiddy Stevie. Such a fun dynamic between them in this gender bent girl band modern au.

We Can't Both Be Billy Joel

by audacity_of_bluejays [@audacityofbird] Rating: E | Words: 34k | Chapters: 4/5 | Pairing: Steddie

Summary:

Classically trained concert pianist Steve Harrington’s dreams went on pause when the world shut down in 2020. When you’re the last one in, you’re the first one out when the concert halls shut down, no matter how much time, effort, work or talent you put in. So, three years later when his adoptive father and owner of Skeleton Keys Piano Bar in Indianapolis calls him home from New York City to help save the family business, he finally has a way to use his skills and experience. Turns out you can come home again. The only problem is, the plan is to bring in dueling pianos and Steve has to work with the current piano player on staff. Eddie is stupidly talented, annoying and friendly even when Steve isn't. It's infuriating. Can they work together and save the bar from closing? Or will they both get more than they bargained for?

📓 💭: [Read most recent chapters of this ongoing WIP] love love loving my gal Birdie's modern au piano bar fic. Honestly did not expect to get turned on by them playing the piano but the 'playing the piano as foreplay' tag did not lie to me! This is super fun and sweet and the final chapter is getting posted tomorrow!

Steve & Robin

by audacity_of_bluejays [@audacityofbird] Rating: M | Words: 46k | Chapters: 8/22 | Pairing: Evental Steddie, with on and off Stommy as a treat

Summary:

It's 1995. Two sets of best friends find themselves in Chicago and in each other's orbit as they try to figure out how to best navigate the world, work, relationships, family, and friendships in their mid-twenties. Chrissy is starting a new job in a new city with only an old friend to help tether her. Eddie tries to help his band find their big break. Steve tries to get his matchmaking family off his back and Robin hatches a plan to help him do that in an unconventional and seemingly logical way. They're all finding themselves and their way to each other. So, who cares if they stumble along the way? At least they have each other.

📓 💭: [Currently catching up on this ongoing WIP] Another one that I was putting off reading and I'm now obsessed with!! Birdie has really found her niche with this fun screenplay style alt format. The way she describes the scenes and the cuts between things is SO FUCKING FUNNY and I can totally visualize it. My new fave sitcom.

stand still (so i can see your sillouette)

by audacity_of_bluejays, pizzabones [@glitterfang] Rating: E | Words: 4k | Chapters: 1/1 | Pairing: Stommy

Summary:

Immediately following the events of Chapter 7 of Steve & Robin, Tommy and Steve consummate this new version of their relationship. Will this be the beginning of something beautiful or the end of something that's run its course? Maybe Both. Tune in:

📓 💭: oh my god it's like if my favourite sitcom had a late night special. wowoowoweeeee!!! Love me some Stommy smut but also I couldn't relax and enjoy it the whole time cause I don't trust that man!!

sidelong

by Adure [@toburnup]

Rating: E | Words: 5.8k | Chapters: 1/1 | Pairing: Stommy

Summary:

Tommy draws his knees up toward him and leans his folded arms on top. He stares, unashamed, at the length of Steve's neck as he looks around. His chin. His nice smile. Tommy's drunker now that they're sitting in the brunt of the sun, and maybe that's why it takes a few extra seconds for him to realize that Steve's stopped talking. "Is there something on my face?" Steve asks, rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand. He looks confused. And he's waiting, because Tommy is slack-jawed and a little bit in love and he's really, really not ready for this shit. (Tommy can't help but look, and Steve can't stop catching him.)

📓 💭: some soft and squishy Stommy to heal the wounds that the above rec might give you. I love me some happy ending Stommy, just two dudes in love with each other trying to figure it all out!! Absolutely adored seeing my bestie Becca @glitterfang partner up with Vio and do some amazing art for this fic!!

Hungry Like The Wolf

by beetlesandstars [@beetlesandstarss] Rating: M | Words: 10k | Chapters: 1/1 | Pairing: Steddie

Summary:

“Are you a manifestation of my subconscious?” Eddie asks, tentatively shuffling closer to the wolf. He sways a little, stage-whispering, “What are you trying to tell me?” He knows the pills he took were strong but, well - he didn’t think they were ‘hallucinate a giant dog’ strong. (Or, the one where Steve turns into a wolf and befriends Eddie Munson.)

📓 💭: Werewolf Steve!! WEREWOLF STEVE!!! I need so much more of him!! Absolutely loved the identity porn of it all and wolfy cuddles. So good.

Sneaky Link

by morningberries [@morningberriesao3] Rating: E | Words: 121k | Chapters: 17/20 | Pairing: Steddie

Summary:

HailToTheKing: tell me what you look like   ELMst01: tall, pale af, few tats here and there   Steve lifts his eyes from his phone. He must be wondering why Eddie is smiling like a fucking idiot. He pretends not to notice Steve sizing him up from head to foot. Judging bastard.   HailToTheKing: sounds hot   HailToTheKing: just my type   OR   The only thing worse than Steve Harrington, is the fact that Eddie got paired with him for his college assignment. At least the sexy guy he subscribes to on OnlyFans is a good distraction to keep Eddie's mind away from Steve, and the annoying crush he hates that he's starting to develop on his project partner.

📓 💭: [Read the most recent chapter of this ongoing WIP] I've been loving this fic since the begining. I'm always feral for a modern au + university/college au + only fans? Come on!!! So much good soup in here. Plus the added Eddie is a thick headed dummy is so good

Slide It In

by gayhandshake Rating: E | Words: 1.7k | Chapters: 1/1 | Pairing: Steddie

Summary:

Without thinking, he yanks his hand back, Steve yelping, “Eddie!” in response. “Why does it feel like that?” Eddie asks, his mouth pinched. His voice is high-pitched and whiny and incredibly embarrassing, but seriously, why does it feel like that? He shakes his whole body out, wiggling his arms to dislodge the sensation. Steve cranes his neck to glare at him. “Like what?” “Like ‒ squishy and weird!” --- Eddie struggles with some features of the human body.

📓 💭: okay this is just pure silly crack and it made me laugh so fucking hard.

a snowfall kind of love

by @hexiewrites Rating: E | Words: 46.5k | Chapters: 7/11 | Pairing: Steddissy

Summary:

Chrissy has always been top of her class at the North Pole. She’s worked her way up to the matchmaking department, and has an impressive track record of successful Christmas relationships under her belt. This year's assignment should be easy, which is good, because if you asked her out of earshot she might tell you the whole thing is getting a bit… tired. Still: a happy but lonely mechanic meets an ornery author in the biggest slump of his career, whose bike breaks down outside of his secluded cabin in the woods where he's settled for his annual winter writing retreat. A house call, a little bit of that ‘snowed in, only one bed’ magic, Chrissy knows she’s in for an Elf of the Year award for this one. Only... what happens when the mechanic and the author are just as charmed by Chrissy as she is by them? When her little bit of snow gets a little bit out of control? With three of them snowed in, still with only one bed, and an elf fully cut off from her powers, can Chrissy still pull it off and help her marks find love? Or, can her marks help show her that there’s even more magic when Christmas ends, but the love is here to say?

📓 💭: [Read most recent chapter of ongoing WIP] Man I LOVE this, Steddissy is so much fun, plus the added hallmark cutesy christmas holiday of it all is so fun. I was howling with laughter about Chrissy being a covert Christmas elf, ducking behind things with bells in her hair wearing the LOUDEST Christmas outfits. Super cute and fun (and now smutty cause they doin the do and it's yum yum delicious)

[independent-adventures]

Hey guys its been a bit i got so wrapped up with social stuff I completely forgot to post! U>ɪ<U that's not like me at all so some updates from the last few days,

i went to the Pumila again to visit Nerine that was fun we go chatting about what she does for work, something about data collection and analysis at the OTNA apparently she scrapes the Terran internet for data on sophonts to help pad out their profiles in the OTNA

been doing a lot with friends, and gong to the Affini side of town a lot more now that the bracelet keeps them from touching me, its really cool to check out the shops meet all the people around there, it so cool seeing how many different people can be a floret Its not something I'd want for myself right now, but its cool just to se how many different experiences of being that are out there! anyways, the clubs on the affini side of town are doooope, I convinces some of my other independant friends to come out and they had a blast too! Florets know how to party! Its wild the amount of xenodrugs they can take and still be functional and dance and stuff. Their tolerances have to be through the roof that much would knock me on my ass for hours.

my girlfriend is still going out a loooot which is good but she's gotten kind of different and I don't really know why. Every time I mention an Affini or floret, or pretty much anything to do with the compact she gets this irritated look. Like I know she's trying to hide it but I see it every time. Its just a tiny flicker on her face but I know what it means, I really hope she's just feeling off. Each time I try to bring it up and see if there's a way I can make her feel better or more secure she brushes me off. I think she's mad that I'm still visiting the Pumila from time to time but I wish she would just communicate that with me. that's what relationships are built on communication! She used to be so good at it too I really don't know what happened but I wish things were more normal between us. Sorry for the rant but this starting to bug me. We've been together for like 6 years now and met when she moves shifts to mine. I miss how it used to be between us but now there's just like this tension and I'm trying so hard to alleviate it but she just wont work with me. I don't know what to do. Sorry I didn't mean to turn the end of this post into a total bummer. Overall my week has been great, I guess this is just weighing on me a lot more than I realized UTｪTU

[luke-hughes43]

Hi sort of really angst idea for your throuple universe with Ry, Will, Gabby.

A social media post by a fan of Will x Mack looks way too “friendly” and really pushes the tease of boyfriend/soulmates………

Idk why I’m like this 😃

omg nonnie, i love you. i'm making this more of ryan being jealous than gabby bc she saw their relationship during her impromptu 24 hours in SJ but ryan hasn't yet.

this is the night of mack's ot winner and will being one of the first over the boards and into the hug with a smile.

and i'm totally setting this up for at least a part 2!

~

ryan's pov

after arguably the worst day of the semester, i finally get to crawl in bed. as late as it is, i open my phone and star watching will's game. as much as it sucks him always having the 10pm starts, i am grateful for it bc i'm not getting home until then so i don't miss a lot of games. i've been hearing a lot of talk about will being mack all the time and seeing all the pictures and i'd be lying if i said i wasn't jealous.

i love will and i trust him but i don't trust mack. i don't know mack. and i don't wanna know mack. he stole will from me.

for whatever reason it just gives me a weird feeling when i see all of the pictures of them together and them saying how they're together all of the time. i try to push the jealous feeling away while i watch will's game.

i'm so fucking proud of him. signing his elc, making the team out of camp, and scoring his first 2 goals in the same night. that's my boyfriend right there. my eyes are immediately drawn to him one the ice, making his cute faces when he's trying to concentrate. i miss that. so fucking much.

the game goes into overtime which sucks because it's already passed 1 in the morning but i power through. anything to watch will play. mack ends up scoring the ot winner, which is great for him and the team. but the commentator makes a comment that just makes me upset. he says, "and no one's happier than his bud, will smith." and it cuts to will being the first one over the boards to celebrate with mack after the goal. with a smile so big on his face. the one he used to give me after i would score that he's now giving to mack.

i keep my cool and send will a text, great game tonight babe. you played good and congrats on the win. i'm heading to bed because it's late but i love you and i'll text you in the morning❤️

i set my alarms for morning skate and go to bed. trying not to think about will growing close to mack.

~

still ryan's pov

the last few days, i've been quieter than normal. obviously hanging out with gabby every chance i get but i haven't been texting or calling with will as much.

it feels like every time i talk to him, he's always with mack and sometimes i just wanna call my boyfriend. not my boyfriend and his clingy new friend.

so i've slowly stopped texting him unless i know he's alone. bc i don't wanna talk to will and mack, just will. just my boy. gabby keeps saying something is off with me and i don't wanna talk about it. even will has asked but i just lie and say that everything's fine and i'm tryna get through this first half and then world juniors.

plus, i hurt my knee against maine and i've been tryna focus on healing it while playing through it. will obviously called me after that game to see if i was ok, which i am. it just hurts a little bit.

he's been checking in more often since then and my responses have been slower since that detroit game where mack scored in ot and they were talking about how happy will was.

one night while i'm studying, will facetimes me. he's alone thank god. i felt like every time he called, he was with mack. i know he wants me and gabby to like him as his partners but i just can't right now. he gets my boyfriend all of the time and i only get will over the phone and half the time mack is there so yea i'm jealous. he says, "what's up baby? how is everything?"

"it's good. finals coming up. taking them early because of world juniors. how are you?"

"i'm good. just got put on ir, upper body injury. hopefully i can play soon. but we'll see." will says smiling at me. i prob my phone up on my desk so he can see me. my face drops to a frown, "i thought you said it wasn't serious?"

"it's not ry. it's for roster management more than anything i think. i'm ok baby, really. now what final are you studying for?"

"econ. i have it on thursday. i'm not really getting anywhere. i've been looking at the same chapter for an hour and i'm just stuck." i explain to him. i close my notes and grab my phone to look closer at him.

his hair is starting to grow back in after he got it cut. me and gabby were not happy about that when he first did it and made sure he knew that. he smiles when he sees me paying attention to him. he asks, "is gabby taking it too?"

"no. she's doing it in the spring. which is what i should've done so i had help. because fowls is not helpful." i say rolling my eyes.

there's a comfortable silence that will breaks by asking, "is everything ok with you ry? you've been distant for a few weeks."

"i'm ok will. promise."

"ok." he says. i explain a little more, "i've just been trying to catch up on sleep. your 10 pm starts are killing me. especially going into overtime so much."

"i'm sure it's hard. i won't be mad if you skip a game so your sleeping right babe. you gotta take care of yourself." he says softly making me smile. i nod, "i know but i wanna watch. it's the closest thing i can get to being with you sometimes."

"i know ry. i know this is hard. we'll figure it out together. i promise." he keeps smiling at me which is making me smile. he face lights up as he says, "wait, did you see mack's ot winner against detroit? it was such a sick goal!"

"yea i saw it." i say shortly. i don't wanna talk about mack.

he keeps going, "it's honestly one of the best goals he's had all season. the way he picked the 7 hole spot was awesome. i'm glad he's on my team now instead of playing against him. you know, you'd like him. he's a lot like me and gabby in a way."

"can we not?" i ask quietly. he counters, "what do you mean?"

"can we not talk about mack please?"

"why?" he asks. i pause trying to think of the right to say it without accusing him of anything. he continues before i say anything, "ry he's the closest friend i've made here. i wanna share that with you because you've been my closest friend since we were 10. and i wanna share my friends with you."

"well i don't wanna share you with him." i say sharply. he freezes, "what?"

"i don't wanna share my boyfriend with some bu kid who looks a little too friendly for my liking! the only person i wanna share you with is gabby, not macklin celebrini!" i all but yell at him through the phone.

"ryan, he's my teammate. did you not think i was gonna become friends with him?"

"i knew that. you always try to be friends with your teammates which is something i love about you but anybody but him. he's too friendly towards you for my liking and i just want my boyfriend back." i say and get quiet at the end. will doesn't know what say, he starts, "ryan, it's not like that-"

i cut him off, "tell that to mack. i'm gonna go, i really need to study. good night will, love you." i hang up without giving him a chance to say i love you back.

he texts me that he loves me but i ignore it. i don't wanna fight with him, especially not about macklin so i don't say anything for the night. he doesn't seem to get that i feel like i'm losing him to mack.

[syuga-s]

whispers in the dark

w.c 4.7 k pairing. my loveYoongi x afab!reader genre. fluff, sUgGeStIvE kinda, just romantic first encounters a/n. he's a dream I can't believe it, guys I love yoongi so much, idek why I've had this in my drafts for like a YEAR, I'm gonna try and upload stories more often so here you go. mentions of alcohol, moderate consumption nothing extreme 🤝

You noticed when this man sat down beside you, not invading your personal space but he was close enough, letting you marvel at his delicate features. You didn't care that he would see you looking at him, he sat next to you for a reason. His presence was alluring, however, it didn't mean that you’d be the one making the first move.

You weren’t in the mood to go crazy like Lisa and Zoe tonight. They let you know beforehand that their goal was to get absolutely wasted and after all these years of knowing them, you learned that you were no one to stop them.

Tonight you were sitting on a couch, downing your drink quietly, admiring the atmosphere, noticing how everyone was eager to get drunk and you could only watch them in awe. Is that how I look when I want to get drunk too?

You got lost in your own world, you didn’t want to pay much attention to your close surroundings. This week had been crazy and getting yourself looking pretty to drink and sit in a room full of strangers felt like the right choice.

You kept an eye on your two best friends, looking after them from afar, concerned about them getting too drunk or getting themselves in a dangerous something. Fortunately, they were just having fun, dancing, being the center of attention. Every single individual on the dance floor hyping them up or buying them drinks.

You were usually with them, you also liked being the center of attention, it’s not as if you don’t like to have fun but tonight wasn't that kind of night.

Tonight you were happy drinking by yourself at your table, being the safe-keeper of your purses. You weren't even checking your phone, cause to be honest there wasn't anything to check in there.

And you wouldn't dare post a story on Instagram. That would be an open door for a bunch of DM's from people you weren't interested in or them showing up unannounced and ruining your night.

Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook almost dragged Yoongi out here tonight. It's not like he doesn't enjoy going out but on this particular Friday, he ~really~ didn't want to come to a club to just plop down on a couch and drink when he could perfectly do so in the comfort of his own home.

But apparently, his friends told him that "he hasn't gone out in weeks" and that he "needs to socialize more".

He wishes that they would take into account that he does go out for errands plus he walks Holly often. And that he can perfectly socialize through texts. Nevertheless, he ended up agreeing to go out with them for a while.

“Fine but I’m gonna complain the whole time.”

His expectations for the night were below the ground.

Yoongi noticed you and your little group of friends since you arrived. There was an aura about you three that he immediately spotted but as the night progressed he understood that whatever he had perceived came only from you.

There was something about you that made him realize he had to make an effort to catch your attention. One way or another.

He also knew it wouldn't be easy because, for the past hour and a half, he's been hesitant to do anything thanks to your intimidating stare. You haven't even spared a glance at a single individual and your gaze feels so heavy even from a few feet away.

"Why is she by herself ?"

"She came with friends so it's not like she doesn't have anyone"

“She can drink well”

It's like he's studying your every move.

Jungkook was already buzzed by now. Hoseok and Jimin were on the dance floor since they arrived here, maybe they even were with Lisa and Zoe at this point. They were like the identical versions of each other's and their goal tonight was to get very drunk too. Those four are meant to meet.

Kook wasn't on his 'bad decisions' agenda tonight so he was really happy just drinking beside his friend. But then he started noticing that Yoongi wasn't drinking like he usually did. He seemed lost in thought.

"Everything cool Yoongi?" No answer.

He scooted over closer to him and asked again, "Are you okay?" Still no answer. Jungkook now decided to take his eyes where Yoongi had fixated his. And he understood it all.

There was this breathtaking girl a few tables away from theirs. All black outfit. She was only scanning the place with a drink in hand, no phone or friends on sight. Kook grinned at this and thought "just Yoongi's type."

"She looks very mysterious huh" and with these words, Yoongi came out of his trance. "Huh? Who? What are you talking about?" Jungkook now did laugh and threw his arm around Yoongi, "you should go talk to her, she's all alone!"

Yes, I know Kookie "what if she WANTS to be alone?" Yoongi paused and turned to his younger friend, "I saw her come with her friends, if she wanted company she wouldn't be by herself." He finished his drink and started fidgeting with the glass.

Kook pursed his lips at this, his fuzzy brain not letting him register the reason for his friend's doubts. “Yoongi… I can’t believe you sometimes, just go and talk to her, I know she’ll like you.”

And he wasn’t wrong.

You felt something about him as soon as he sat beside you and immediately started to wonder why you hadn't seen him before when you were scanning everyone in the place. He exudes class, way more than everyone in here but his energy feels so calm. That feels like an odd combo.

And well, it’s not like you were scouting for someone tonight but he’s everything you like at first sight.

You can’t behave yourself when a man looks as composed as him, has long black hair, wearing a perfectly neat suit with a t-shirt, and let’s not start with his hands.

You felt like a puddle as soon as you eyed his huge manly hands.

You finished your gin neat and the sound of ice clinking made Yoongi turn his eyes at your glass. You also checked out he wasn’t drinking anything anymore and debated within yourself if you should say something right now.

Yet he beat you to it. While you were playing with your ring on your pointer finger you finally heard his deep, raspy voice.

“You don’t like to dance?” He stated without making eye contact with you, he was looking at your friends with his friends on the dance floor.

You thought you misheard him because you weren’t expecting that question. You grinned at him and he was able to see your right dimple. Still avoiding eye contact you told him, “I do, very much, but I’m not in the mood tonight” you paused and decided you wanted to know why wasn’t he dancing either.

You rested your chin on your hand and turned to him, finally your eyes on each other. “What about you? I doubt you only came here to talk to antisocial girls.” He was the first to laugh at this, the sound of his laugh as attractive as him. “You should know I’m famous for approaching girls that are alone.” You flashed him another smile after those words. Maybe he’s nervous, you thought. That’s cute.

“I’m sorry I’m joking, I like dancing but I don’t usually come to these places.” You glanced at your friends and luckily they were in the company of two cute guys, Lisa saw you too and sent you a little wave. You smiled at this, knowing you could ease up a little and turned your attention towards the man beside you.

He was anxious about this, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable because you were being really nice to him, all the opposite of what he imagined at first. “How come? Well no, I guess I get it, there are days when you don’t want to go out and ‘socialize’ right?” You were being really friendly but he still couldn’t get past your intense gaze.

“Yeah, today was one of those, but actually my friends over there — pointed to where Lisa and Zoe were, fancy seeing that now Jungkook had joined them — made me come, so here I am.”

“Oh my god, are those your friends?!” Both of you took a quick glance at the scene your friends were making and you slowly returned to give him a shocked look.

He had sensed the same thing sooner than you and confirmed “I am literally powerless to stop them.” “Happy to know we are both useless.” You giggled with him and made eye contact for a few seconds longer.

His company felt heavenly. No longer remembering that you wanted to drink alone. He was being really nice and you were feeling very attracted to him just by hearing his voice, even with all this noise. The conversation was easy with him. You honestly couldn’t stop stealing glances at him.

“You want to go out for some air?” He offered and you accepted. Quickly grabbing your three purses, you got up and made your way to the terrace.

He started walking behind and that’s when you took in the fact that he was slightly taller than you. This man hasn’t even done much and you were already feeling weak.

He didn’t want to hold your hand or your lower back on your way out. But he was dying to do so. I shouldn’t push it so soon, I don’t even know her name yet.

“So tell me, why did your friends had to drag you here?” You leaned against a railing and turned to face him again.

You made yourself take your eyes away from him right away, you literally couldn’t stop appreciating his features. How his little hair strands adorned his face, the way his earrings gave him an attitude that didn’t match with his endearing aura, his velvety pink lips begging you to lock eyes with them.

He’s not pretty, not handsome but a third grand thing that had you scared to fall in love at the end of the night. In all seriousness he IS pretty AND handsome AND hot.

Thankfully he was too busy figuring out what to say to you that he didn’t noticed the way you were staring so hard at him.

“Care to tell me your name first?” He wondered. He was dying to put a name to the attractive person in front of him.

You told him and asked him the same question. “nice to meet you y/n, i’m Yoongi.” He offered you his hand and when you took it, it felt like electric charges flowed from your hands to your whole body. You took your time shaking hands, both of you maintaining eye contact for what felt like the longest time.

The night went on and your conversation went through a lot of subjects. From the reason he doesn’t like going out that much and the reason he didn’t get to meet the extra outgoing version of you tonight; to the immense love you both have for your friends, your pets, what you do for a living and lastly, how you both really like to drink.

Yoongi’s quiet confidence and the way he listened to you with such attentiveness made you feel incredibly comfortable. You couldn't help but be charmed by his dry wit and his ability to make you laugh.

“I’m having a hard time believing you drink that much.” A teasing tone in his voice, his expression also reflecting it.

The smirk you gave him was sinful. “What can I say? I’ve developed some tolerance through my years.”

“Well, I’ll be the judge of that” a smirk on his face, perfectly mirroring yours. “Let’s go inside, I think it’s time for a drink.”

You smiled and followed him, once inside he opened a path in the crowd, it’s the first time you noticed how commanding his presence could be, just so the two of you could pass through and reach the bar counter. He held your hands really tight almost afraid you could escape from him. You noticed his hands were rough.

Once you got out the crowd, he came close to talk in your ear and said he needed to check something. You got surprised to the sound of his voice, to hear it that close for the first time. It was actually way sweeter and deeper than what you made it out to be. Maybe it was the intimacy of having him this close. If he wanted to stir something within you, he succeeded.

“You know what? I’m really… thirsty” you said.

You noticed that his hand was still holding yours when he shifted his hand position to tangle his fingers with yours and walk by your side towards the bar.

He looked very pleased to see you drinking from your glass like you had been in the desert for days. A trickle of alcohol escaped from your lips as you drank, you felt it running down your throat finding its fate on your chest. And as the alcohol trickled down your throat, Yoongi's gaze intensified, his eyes fixed on the path the liquid took. A subtle smirk played on his lips, indicating the desire building within him. The electric tension between you both seemed palpable as if the air crackled with anticipation.

Yoongi leaned in closer, his voice husky and laced with a newfound boldness. "Thirsty, huh? I can't blame you," he murmured, his breath teasingly brushing against your ear. The words sent a shiver down your spine, and a flush of warmth spread through your body.

Yoongi couldn't help but find it incredibly attractive. The way you didn't hold back, indulging in your drink with such pleasure and abandon. He had always been drawn to people who embraced their desires, and you were no exception.

The chemistry between you was undeniable, and Yoongi couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building within him.

The alcohol kept flowing, inhibitions started to fade away and the sexual tension between you became more palpable. There were moments when your eyes would lock, sparks igniting in the air and creating an electric charge that neither of you could resist. The way he bit his lip, the way you ran your fingers through your hair, it was all driving each other crazy with desire.

It seemed like he wasn’t going to stop teasing you anytime soon.

Yoongi leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to your ear as he whispered, "I can't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you." His voice was husky, sending shivers down your spine as you glanced up at him, the desire evident in your eyes. You didn't even trust yourself to respond with words.

Feeling emboldened by his proximity and the shared chemistry, you leaned in, your voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "Well, what do you suggest we do about it?" The challenge was clear in your voice, your eyes gleaming with mischief.

A mischievous glint sparkled in Yoongi's eyes as he gently released your hand, reaching over to rest his fingers lightly on your waist. The touch sent a surge of electricity through you, and you could feel the heat radiating between you. "Let's just make sure that I won’t lose my chance," he replied, his voice dripping with suggestion.

Together, you made your way to the bar once more, but the intention behind the act was far from simply ordering another drink. The drinks became mere props in this intoxicating game of seduction, as you both relished in the thrill of the escalating connection.

As the bartender prepared your drinks, Yoongi's gaze never wavered from you. The air hummed with anticipation, and the noise of the club faded into the background. It was as if the two of you existed in your own world, one charged with desire and the promise of an unforgettable night.

The bartender handed you the glasses, their coolness a stark contrast to the heat building between you. You raised your glass to your lips, but before you could take a sip, Yoongi's hand gently wrapped around your wrist, his touch sending an electric jolt through your veins.

"Wait," he whispered, his eyes locked on yours. "I have a better idea." With a subtle nod, he guided you away from the bar and led you to a secluded corner of the club, where the pulsating music became a distant hum.

A flicker of anticipation danced in your eyes as you wondered what he had in mind. Without a word, Yoongi stepped closer, his body mere inches away from yours. The proximity between you was intoxicating, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

Slowly, Yoongi raised his hand to your cheek, his touch feather-light yet full of intent. His thumb gently brushed across your lower lip, igniting a fire within you. The intensity of his gaze deepened, and you could sense his desire mirrored in your own eyes.

In that moment, the world around you ceased to exist as you became lost in the magnetic pull between you. The anticipation reached its peak, and the only sound that remained was the rapid beat of your hearts, synchronized in a rhythm that spoke of an undeniable connection.

Without hesitation, Yoongi closed the remaining distance, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. It was a meeting of fire and passion, a culmination of the desire that had been building since the moment you locked eyes. In that stolen moment, the club faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a dance of unspoken promises.

As the kiss deepened, time seemed to stand still. The taste of alcohol mixed with the sweetness of anticipation, heightening every sensation. In that stolen embrace, you knew that this encounter was not just a chance meeting.

And so, lost in each other's touch and the intoxicating allure of the night, you surrendered to the undeniable chemistry that brought you together.

Your lips met in a collision of desire and anticipation, a delicious melding of heat and longing. Yoongi's kiss was electrifying, his lips firm yet tender against yours. There was a hunger in the way he moved his mouth, a hunger that matched your own.

His hand gently cradled the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, intensifying the intimacy of the moment. His touch was a delicate balance of passion and restraint, as if he wanted to savor every second.

You responded eagerly, your own hands finding their way to Yoongi's shoulders, feeling the strong contours beneath his shirt. Your fingers traced the fabric, reveling in the sensation of his body pressed against yours.

The world around you seemed to fade away as the kiss continued, the pulsating music and chatter of the club becoming a distant echo. All that mattered in that moment was the intoxicating connection between you, the unspoken language of desire expressed through the meeting of lips.

The taste of him was exquisite, a blend of warmth and subtle sweetness. Your mouths moved together in a rhythm that was both fervent and tender, exploring the depths of the connection that had ignited between you. Each brush and caress of your tongues only deepened the desire, igniting a fire that seemed to consume both of you.

As the kiss lingered, Yoongi's lips would occasionally trail along your jawline and down the curve of your neck, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses. Each touch set your skin ablaze, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Time seemed to stand still as the intensity of the moment grew, your bodies pressed close together, caught in that surge of passion. Every breath, every sigh, was shared between you, a testament to the intoxicating connection.

Eventually, the need for air became undeniable, and the kiss broke with a gentle reluctance. Both of you were left breathless, gazes locked and hearts racing, the world around you slowly coming back into focus. The chemistry between you remained palpable, the air charged with a newfound intimacy that promised more to come.

In that stolen kiss, something changed, setting the stage for a night filled with passion.

As you both caught your breath, the lingering heat of the kiss still tingling on your lips, Yoongi's eyes locked with yours. A soft smile played on his lips, revealing a mix of desire and genuine interest. The connection between you was undeniable, and he didn't want to let it slip away.

You realized that you had lost track of time. You looked around and saw that the club was starting to empty out. Your friends and Yoongi's friends eventually found the two of you, their laughter filling the air as they marveled at the unexpected connection that was happening before their eyes.

Introductions were made, and the air was filled with a mix of excitement. Yoongi seamlessly interacted with both groups, effortlessly blending into the conversation while never straying too far from your side. His hand found yours, offering a sense of comfort and intimacy amidst the group.

As everyone shared stories and laughter, the drinks continued to flow, each round fostering a feeling of newness.

The night had brought you all together.

Yoongi leaned in and whispered in your ear, "I have to admit, I wasn't looking forward to coming out tonight. But now I'm really glad I did."

As closing time approached, Yoongi turned to you, his voice carrying a mix of concern and genuine care. "Y/N, it's getting late. Let me drive you home, make sure you get there safe."

You felt a flutter in your stomach at the thought of spending more time with him, and you eagerly accepted his offer.

Together, you bid farewell to your friends and his, the excitement of the night lingering in the air. Yoongi's hand found its way to the small of your back as he guided you towards the exit, his touch grounding and reassuring.

The night air was cool as you stepped outside, finding yourselves in the quiet embrace of the street. Yoongi's car awaited nearby, a symbol of the transition from the pulsating energy of the club to a more intimate space shared between just the two of you.

As you waited for the valet to retrieve Yoongi's car, a sense of both anticipation and longing hung in the air. The connection between you had grown throughout the night, igniting a fire that couldn't be easily extinguished. Yoongi stood closely behind you, his left hand enveloping your waist, his presence both comforting and electrifying.

You could feel his breath hot against the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His voice, laced with desire and vulnerability, whispered into your ear, its warmth mingling with the cool night air. "Y/N, would it be too forward of me to invite you to my place? I'm not ready to let you go just yet."

His words sent a surge of desire coursing through your veins, stirring a yearning within you that matched his own. The raw honesty in his voice spoke volumes, revealing the depth of his attraction between you. You found yourself captivated by his audacity, his willingness to lay his desires bare.

As you turned to meet Yoongi's gaze, the intensity in his eyes mirrored your own. The vulnerability and desire mingled within them, baring his soul before you. It was as if he had thrown caution to the wind, offering you an unfiltered glimpse into his most authentic self.

The valet's footsteps echoed in the distance, a reminder of the impending end to this chapter of the night. Time seemed to slow, the world fading into the background as you contemplated his offer. The moment felt stuffed, as if the universe held its breath in anticipation of your response.

You felt Yoongi's hand securely wrapped around your waist, his breath teasing your ear, and his bold question hung in the air, leaving your heart racing. There was a magnetic pull between you, a connection that demanded to be explored further. At that moment, you decided to follow his path, allowing yourself to be swept away by the intoxicating energy of the man you met tonight.

A thrill coursed through your veins as you turned to face Yoongi, a glimmer of anticipation dancing in your eyes. A smile played on your lips, mirroring the desire that burned within you. "Yoongi," you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of confidence and longing. "You can’t imagine how much I’d love that."

As the words left your lips, a spark ignited in Yoongi's eyes, a fire that mirrored your own. The world around you seemed to fade into the background as the promise of the night took hold. With a silent understanding, he tightened his grip around your waist, his touch conveying a mixture of possessiveness and tenderness.

Together, you made your way to his car, the anticipation building with each step. The drive to his place was filled with a comfortable silence that enveloped you, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine, and unspoken desire. The journey was filled with stolen glances, small touches, and a growing sense of what lay ahead of both of you.

As you entered his home, a mixture of nerves and excitement danced within you. The atmosphere was filled with a potent blend of familiarity and newness, as if you were stepping into a realm where time held no sway. The soft lighting cast a warm glow across the room, creating an ambiance that invited intimacy.

In that private sanctuary, you allowed yourselves to get lost in each other, exploring the depths of your desires and unraveling the layers that had drawn you together. The night became a symphony of whispered words, stolen kisses, and passionate embraces. The room was consumed with the sound of soft moans and the sensation of wandering hands exploring each other's bodies.

Yoongi's touch ignited a fire within you, his hands exploring the contours of your body with a reverence that left you breathless. With each caress, each shared moment of intimacy, you discovered new dimensions of pleasure and connection that fueled your desires.

As the dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, you lay entwined, the gentle rise and fall of your breaths synchronizing. You woke up with a smile on your face, replaying the events of the previous night in your head. You couldn't explain how easily you had connected with Yoongi.

Yoongi woke up shortly after and he couldn’t believe it either. Still in bed with the only person that had made him pour out his raw feelings.

It was too much to be the first thing to think about in the morning.

No longer able to contain his longing, leaned in closer as he whispered, "Would you mind giving me your number?” His request lingered in the air, waiting for your response.

A playful spark lit up your eyes as you teasingly replied, "Why not? I think I could manage to see you again." You asked him for a pen and a Post-it, —giving it some kind of old-school feeling—, you jotted down your number next to a doodle of a winky face before handing it to him. The exchange felt like a secret pact, a promise of more adventures yet to come.

“You know, to continue where we left off." A spark of enthusiasm in your eyes.

A smile tugged at your lips as you locked eyes with him. "I'm looking forward to it," he replied, his voice filled with a mixture of eagerness and intrigue.

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Welcome to the blog for the Oreburgh Mining Museum Fossil Pokemon Revival Program!

We're a museum based in Sinnoh that for the longest time focused mainly on telling people about Oreburgh's thriving mining economy- but in more recent years as more and more fossil pokemon become discovered, under the guidance of Doctor Kenzo, the museum has branched out into research and education about fossil pokemon!

We have herds and packs of almost every known variety of fossil pokemon, each kept in enclosures tailored to each Pokemon's needs.

Fossil Zoo hours are 8am-4pm if you'd ever like to come take a tour/look around our enclosures, and if you're interested in the museum side of things it's open from 7am to 6pm, our employees are always happy to answer your questions!

You may already be familiar with one of the residents of our nursery wing, Aegis of @sturdy-and-soundproof, and we hope you enjoy meeting the other residents within our facility!

Meet the OMMFRP Team!

Dr Kenzo, He/Him- The leader of the Oreburgh Mining Museum Fossil Revival Program (OMMFRP)! He's one of the leading experts in fossil research and restoration, with years of experience in different regions before beginning this project in 2000. He has a great love for fossil pokemon and is always happy to answer any questions you have! While they're not his personal pokemon- he does have a few favorite residents many regard as "his".

Kristen, They/She- The ever positive Kristen is always happy to answer questions about the nursery wing and the socialization of our young fossil Pokemon- She has a personal team of four!

Plover, They/Them- Plover handles anything from administering daily medicines to regular check-ups for our Nursery Wing. they've also been branching out into working with some of the older pokemon under the guidance of some of the more experienced nurses! They have a personal team of 2

Silver, He/it- One of our newest employees, though he's not specific to the nursery wing he's well versed in the training of pokemon, and has a personal team of 6!

Any other team members that frequent the blog will be added soon enough!

Thank you for visiting, we hope to see you again soon!

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