#goodbye be back in 2h

[the-ace-with-spades]

This, I hope, will eventually be posted on ao3 as a proper fic – current draft title is exhumation — but just in case it will not, gonna post it here and let it stew

Canon Divergence AU with secret Identity and later identity reveal drama

(also this involves the backstory from the Ghost comic because I vaguely remember reading it when I was in high school…)

Soap and Ghost meet before they become Soap and Ghost. Johnny is 20, Ghost is 25, and they’re stationed around the same place but different squads — somewhere not far away from Manchester — and they don’t know they’re both from SAS. They meet when Tommy tries to be supportive of Simon’s newly announced queerness and takes him out to a gay bar on Canal Street. Tommy is the one to chat up Johnny (while Simon, obviously not a fan of crowds or loud places, hides away in the bathroom) with ‘see, my brother this and that’  and ‘if you give my brother a chance, he will this and that’. Believe it or not, once Simon strolls back in with all his social awkwardness, Johnny is actually charmed. Things roll around for a couple of months before they admit to each other they’re in the armed forces.

By the time they find out Simon is of higher rank, they’re already gone for each other. They decide to keep going anyway — it’s legal, as of 2001, and they’re not planning on getting a civil partnership for a while, anyway, so in the end, they keep going. Simon changes his next of kin on file to Johnny, they ‘share’ a flat off base, and Johnny’s met Simon’s mum and brother. He more or less knows the lore of the Riley family, mostly how much of a piece of shite his father was and Tommy’s recently fought addiction, and somehow, Simon feels alive for the first time in his life.

It’s all going so perfect, they’ve been together for almost two years, which isn’t long for most, but feels like forever when you’re in the military. Johnny gives him a ring, a sterling silver one with thistle ornaments and a small garnet centre stone. It’s not a proposal, they can’t get married legally, and they won’t have anything but Simon’s will binding them legally for as long as they’re both in the forces — Simon doesn’t know it, but there’s a matching simple band waiting to slide in with the ring he’s got on his tags, and one day, Johnny plans for him to have a full set.

Simon and his team get send out, Simon tells him it’s going to be a long one, somewhere in one of the Americas — Central or South, if he had to guess by all the self-learning Spanish books that cluttered Simon’s bedside table — and Johnny, well, he’s got a bad feeling but when does he not, with their jobs?

Simon’s team gets back, partially. There’s talk about betrayal from his captain, and he’s painfully absent, Simon’s friends look half-dead and act half-dead and no one is telling Johnny anything. He spends his afternoons with Simon’s mum, taking care of her as best as he can while Simon is gone, even though it was never the plan, and dodges Tommy’s aggressive questions, because he knows goddamn nothing.

Johnny doesn’t give up. He waits.

Simon is gone six months — MIA, officially, but KIA in the words of anyone from the brass — when he emerges back from South America, giving Johnny a new heart and a new life. He comes back different, but Johnny doesn’t care, it’s Simon, it’s still him, and maybe there’s something dead in his eyes, and maybe he spaces out more often than not, and maybe he feels cold in Johnny’s arms, and maybe he doesn’t sleep in the same bed, but it’s still Simon, he just needs to heal and figure out how to keep on living.

And Simon tries — he’s got episodes every day, than every other day, than every week, every other week. He goes to therapy, he spends his days cooking with his mum, spends his days cleaning the whole of their flat again and again, spends his days wandering around Manchester, buying Johnny’s favourite drinks, favourite books, favourite breakfast babs.

He tells Johnny bits and pieces, about what happened, enough that Johnny can put it together in a horrifying if blurred picture, and things start to improve, slowly.

He comes back to their bed. He wakes up before Johnny, makes him breakfast, kisses him on the forehead and struggles with the crosswords from the newspapers he picked on his morning run. He goes out with his former teammates, very short trips but trips nonetheless. He stops being afraid to be alone with his nephew, stops being afraid he'll hurt him. He never quite gets used to the scars, covering them more often than not, not wanting the looks.

Second week of December, ten months after he was brought back to the UK from North America, his psychiatrist signs him off for a phased return to duty. No deployments, only base and training site duties, regular sessions with both the psychiatrist and the psychology for the first four months.

Johnny hasn’t seen his family since before Simon gone MIA — finally feeling okay-ish, Simon tells him to go Scotland for Christmas. He’s got his mum, his brother, his sister-in-law and his nephew, and he’s, weirdly, feeling almost optimistic about life.

Obviously, he can’t be happy for long and shit hits the fan.

On Christmas Day, Johnny gets a call from Greater Manchster Police. He and his sister drive down the country and in the early morning of the Boxing Day, Johnny is showed the tags with the familiar silver ring on it, sooted at the edges and slightly misshapen, melted.

Fifteen minutes after he identifies Simon’s body, they tell him he killed his whole family, probably in a PTSD induced episode, then set their house on fire and killed himself right after, when the trauma-haze went down. They tell him he was lucky not to be there when it happened.

Johnny doesn’t believe it. Simon’s mind’s been bad, but it’d always turn on Simon, not on others, he had too much control to let any episode take him over so much. So he doesn’t care what the police or the public says — he arranges the funeral and Simon is buried with the rest of his family.

Meanwhile, Simon goes on a rampage in Mexico. He kills everyone and anyone he even suspects to be involved with Roba’s people. He leaves a trail of dead people behind him for weeks until finally, the US military catches up — General Shepherd catches up and identifies him. The British Army doesn't know what to do with him — officially, he's dead already, the General Register Office has already issued his death certificate to his NOK, the armed forces had condemned his family's tragedy. His existence is…inconvenient. He is suspected to be either compromised or too unstable to be of use to the Army, even if SAS sees how valuable someone who could single-handedly destroy a whole cartel family and fake his own death could be.

Enter John Price, who had met Simon during SAS selection and had a bit too soft of a heart. There's a mural agreement — Price will take personal responsibility to keep him on a leash, at least until he proves he is not a liability, and he will remain dead on paper but active in the Army. No one is to know he is alive — not even Johnny, or maybe especially Johnny, who will be the last person anyone will see as a revenge method. Simon Riley's name is redacted from all available documents.

And thus, Ghost, a nameless lieutenant and a walking cautionary tale, is born.

The only thing Ghost has not predicted is that eventually, almost six years after he put Simon into the grave, Johnny will join the 141.

And somehow, Ghost is just Johnny's type, again.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

People talk a lot about how Fit didn't want a kid when the Egg event happened, but I'm watching his Egg Event Day stream for the first time and picking up a few interesting things that both confirm and contradict what a lot of people say about Fit's perspective of the Egg event, So here are some notes from his VOD:

Fit immediately went over to Ramon when he saw him and cooed at his cute little mustache.

Fit repeatedly said to himself "I'm not a dad I'm not a dad I'm not a dad" while the informational videos were playing. HOWEVER--

When Ramon flashes the "Egg" sign repeatedly to them, Fit says he has eggs at his base and tells Ramon to wait with Spreen. Ramon chases after him, and Fit insists that he stays with Spreen, saying: "I will be right back, Ramon. Don't worry, I will return. I promise." ~ 1h 17m

Moments later when he's on his own, Fit says "Spreen better keep that Egg alive. I'm not emotionally attached to the Egg with the mustache, ok? I'm not emotionally attached." (Mirroring the things he often says these days about not having separation anxiety. Which is a lie). ~1h 18m

Fit says even though Ramon has a mustache, he doesn't know if Ramon is a boy, girl, or enby. (This isn't really relevant lore-wise, but I thought that was sweet). ~1h 20m

Foolish and Vegetta introduce Leonarda to Ramon, and Vegetta says "Look look, it's a friend, it's a friend! 😊" and then two seconds later says "Now fight to the death! 😊" ~1h 25m

(The QSMP admins also make a whoopsies here and call Fit "Feet" in chat LMAO)

Despite joking that he's going to build Ramon a dog house near his place, when Spreen asks if they should build a simple house or something nicer for Ramon, Fit says, "Well he is our kid, so he deserves only the best, right? Maybe we should make a big mansion." ~1h 31m

Ramon makes a beeline to Fit's starter house (which the admins poked fun at) and excitedly jumps on the bed

Spreen accidentally hits Ramon (again) and Ramon runs off, and Spreen apologizes while he and Fit chase him down. Fit says "He didn't mean to do that, he loves you very much!" ~1h 36m

Fit gifts Ramon a seashell. ~1h 42m

Fit jokes that there's no doubt he's the father because Ramon looks just like him -- bald as an egg

They put Ramon to bed, but Spreen and Fit introduce Roier, Jaiden, and Bobby to Ramon while he's asleep. ~2h 10m

Spreen says he left food for Ramon in case he gets hungry at night. They get worried about Ramon because he's been sleeping for a long time and check to make sure he's still breathing. ~ 2h 14m

Spreen says they'll be a really good team, and Fit says, "We will be very good parents together, I can feel it." (oof) ~ 2h 15m

Fit and Spreen say goodbye to each other, and Fit says "Being a father is not easy, that's why I've put off fatherhood for so long, I don't know if I'm ready." He says it doesn't seem so bad, but Ramon's sleeping a lot and he's kinda lazy, so he doesn't know how he feels about this child, but "We'll make it work." Right after he says this, he suddenly finds Ramon climbing up the hill towards him, and they go fishing together. ~2h 16m

Fit calls Ramon "Mi huevito." ~2h 19m

"I dunno how I got roped into this fatherhood thing" he says while waiting for Ramon to finish using the bathroom. Then he teaches Ramon how to cook the fish they caught (classic Dad behavior) ~2h 21m

Spreen tells Fit he's going out and to take care of Ramon. Fit teases him and says it's a shared responsibility, and Spreen says he has to go to work. ~2h 26m

IMAGES THAT AGED VERY VERY BADLY

The subtitles don't show it, but Spreen is saying "Don't worry, Ramon. You'll see me tomorrow." Fit says he'll teach Ramon how to grow crops, and Spreen says, "That's right Ramon, I want to hear all about how to grow crops when I get back."

Fit tells Ramon "You are my huevito" and sings him a lullaby. 2h 30m

"Spreen going out for cigarettes my ass! I'm not gonna see him for months now. See - someone's gotta step up and be a parent, and be there, and take the responsibility! That's me. That's me. It's weird though, I mean, I'm not used to this whole "fatherhood" thing, keeping a living thing alive. It's weird." ~ 2h 31m

Fit says he thinks he and Spreen will be a good parenting pair if Spreen comes back. But he's glad the child is doing well right now. ~ 2h 36m

Not related to Fit and Ramon, but these are some other funny moments:

Fit gets kicked for "flying" (he was jumping off a tall tower, but manages to clutch it) ~ 2h 43m

Fit meets JuanaFlippa! ~3h 12m

Slimecicle gives JuanaFlippa a landmine. ~ 3h 21m

[royalarchivist]

Philza - QSMP VOD Timestamps

Important timestamps from Phil's April 17th and April 18th streams.

Hopefully this helps folks who missed the livestream / people who don't have time to watch the VODs!

There's tons of lore going on, and with so many creators streaming for hours at a time, it's almost impossible for a single person to keep up with everything. With that in mind, if you've got a streamer you watch frequently, consider keeping a record of important timestamps (even if it's just one or two) from their stream to help out other fans!

April 17 VOD

Hardcore for a bit then QSMP later :D !s4 !project new merch is live at Ph1LzAMerch.com! !merch)

2h 33m - Phil logs into QSMP

2h 39 m - Phil says Wilbur messaged him asking him to take care of Tallulah

2h 43m 45s - Fit meets up with Phil

2h 52m 30s - Tallulah wakes up

2h 54m 45s - Wilbur calls Phil asking how Tallulah is

2h 58m - Phil gives Tallulah iron armor

3h 8m - Phil gives her a paraglider

3h 9m 30s - Phil teaches her how to waterbucket clutch

3h 16m - Osito Bimbo makes an appearance, gives Phil an invitation to the Egg funeral

3h 17m 30s - Phil finds out Tilin and JuanaFlippa are dead

3h 24m - Chayanne wakes up

3h 26m - After having a dream where a crow saved him, Chayanne says he likes crows again now :’)

3h 23m 30s - Phil gives Tallulah a god apple to help her in case she’s ever in a pinch

3h 34m - Chayanne says Ramon and Dapper are her best friends

3h 36m - Chayanne finds out the other eggs died, and he feels guilty he wasn’t able to protect Tilin… :( Phil tells him not to blame himself, and Tallulah says Chayanne’s still a hero to her

3h 39m 30s - Phil tells Tallulah to sleep in his house with Chayanne until Wilbur comes back so that she’s safe

3h 40s 30s - Fit meets up with Phil and gives him a… present

3h 45m 20s - Fit asks Phil whether he’s noticed how dangerous the island’s becoming recently

3h 52m - Phil and Fit talk about drugs

3h 59m 45s - Scary music suddenly plays, and Phil turns it off in his settings because he doesn’t want a copyright strike (LMAO)

4h 8m - Phil and Fit show Tallulah around a village

4h 11m 30s - Fit notices that Tallulah looks smaller than the other eggs

4h 12m - Chayanne burns down the village

4h 16m 30s - Chayanne takes on a golem with a gun (and wins)

4h 17m 45s - They see Leonard@’s death message in chat, but acknowledge that they can’t do anything about it because they’re too far away (Leo was fine)

4h 20m - Phil says goodbye to Fit, who promises to keep him updated on what happens at the funeral

4h 23m 30s - Phil tells the story about Jean the Enderdragon and Kristin (Mumza) the Goddess of Death

April 18 VOD

QSMP - this island wants our eggs dead >:( !qsmp !merch

Start of stream: Phil is convinced the island wants their eggs dead

Phil spends the first few minutes of stream reviewing today’s tasks with Chat

17m - Chayanne wakes up

20m - Wilbur messages Phil asking him to babysit Tallulah

25m - Tallulah wakes up

30m - Phil and the eggs leave for an adventure

32m - Tallulah immediately gets “killed” by mobs and has to be revived twice (no life lost)

36m - Phil and the eggs visit Luzu’s house and notice the strange build outside of it

44m 45s - Phil comments on how much stronger and more dangerous mobs seem to be on the island lately

52m 30s - Phil and the eggs enter a Lush Cave

55m - Phil has everyone use their scrolls to leave, saying it’s too dangerous to stay there. He gets separated from the eggs and sent to Fit’s instead of Wilbur’s house, but he reunites with the eggs quickly and everyone is safe.

58m - “I’m convinced now that this island is trying to hurt you”

1h 3m - Tallulah plays the flute for her turtles. One of the tasks is to kill 30 mobs, and so far, Phil and the Eggs (er, just Chayanne actually) have killed around 20 mobs.

1h 9m - Fit asks to join them and Phil agrees to meet up. He also reminds chat that Ramon has a glock

1h 12m - Tallulah asks about the wanted poster of Quackity on Roier's house. Phil says it’s probably a joke, and “[Quackity] can be misunderstood sometimes.” Chayanne says he made the sign, and that Quackity threatened them once. Phil says “[Quackity’s] got a good heart in him, but he sometimes can get a bit emotional.” Tallulah says he’s an angry chihuahua and mentions her encounter with him.

1h 14m 30s - Fit meets up with them, and they talk about how dangerous everything is becoming lately

1h 17m - Phil and Fit share conspiracy theories about the island, and Fit updates him on events from yesterday’s funeral. Phil: I’m convinced this island wants our eggs dead Fit: I’m convinced this island wants all of us dead”.

1h 21m - Fit comments on “kids these days and their waterbucket challenges!”

1h 26m 45s - Phil warns Chayanne to be careful and only engage if people need help while they fight in the caves under Fit’s house

1h 32m 30s - They all leave the cave, and Phil gives Tallulah a diamond as a souvenir. Fit says he has something to show Phil.

1h 34m 45s - Phil calls out chat for constantly calling Fit sus

1h 36m 30s - Fit shows Phil his Wither farm (which is… definitely illegal)

1h 42m 45s - Phil talks about drinking with Quackity last time they met up

1h 46m 30s - Phil and his Eggs say goodbye to Fit

1h 49m - Phil plays Otherside for the Eggs

1h 50m - Phil sings a lullaby for the Eggs

[chemblrish]

Ranting, rambling, all that jazz

MIGHTILY screwed up a measurement, like I'd never messed up this bad before, I had to stay over 2h longer than normally to redo it. So obviously being the perfectionistic crybaby that I am, I cried through a whole package of tissues (I was alone in the lab okay). Then at the end of the day I was in my thesis supervisor's office as usual and he was telling me about the writing I'm supposed to do for my thesis this summer (bc I won't see him until September) and he gave me this strange look - like he knew something was wrong - but he didn't say anything, so we exchanged goodbyes and I left. But I was like, no way, I can't leave for the whole summer like this, I really messed up, so I went back to his office and I was like, "I'm so mad with myself." And you know what. He was like "???" HE HAD ALREADY FORGOTTEN. I BAWLED MY EYES OUT. And he forgot I screwed up.

So I'm standing there in his office trying to blink the tears away bc I'd felt like a fucking idiot the whole day and he!! asks me!! if I'm planning to do a fucking PhD!!! I was quite literally speechless for a moment and then I managed to say, "what. What PhD." And he was like, "why not?" and I said, "me?? And a PhD????¿?". He said that I'm so committed and hopefully enjoy my thesis work. Like. I thought he'd finally realized how stupid I am but he tells me to think about a goddamn doctorate instead I'm. I'm gonna. ajhsndbsm???? Sorry for all this swearing but I am losing my motherfucking mind guys

[ghaniblue]

Wireless 2023 recs: week 3 & 4

Will I make it through all @hd-wireless roundups before reveals? Stay tuned. Again, everything I enjoyed listed with ❤️ denoting favourites.

week 1 recs || week 2 recs

[29.08. creators added post reveal.]

Your Heart’s a Mess  by @okay-sky (G, Pencil & Copic markers)

Hogwarts eighth year. Malfoy, visibly scarred (from Sectumsempra? from the war? from his treatment by the Ministry?) and visibly heavy-hearted (from regret? from his father’s imprisonment? from how the other students torment him?) has driven Harry to distraction. It’s 6th year all over again: he was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy. How he wishes the feeling was mutual.

❤️ Rich Friend by @sorrybutblog (E, 18k)

As far as Harry can tell, Draco Malfoy is still rich as hell. He’s just not a wizard anymore. Featuring: Draco Malfoy trying to make it as a Muggle pop star, Harry Potter as our confused and horny hero, bad driving, good music, and the mysterious magic of falling for someone.

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anywhere with you by @honeyrinee (Gen, Digital Art)

I’ll go anywhere, anywhere with you.

❤️ Weapons of Massive Consumption  by @sandervansunshine (E, 38k)

Eight years after the war, Harry Potter lives a life of hedonism: raging parties, huge impulse purchases, and seemingly no worries. But it’s Draco Malfoy—former Death Eater, lover of blueberry muffins, and bane of coffee shop workers—who starts to wonder if it’s all a front, if something’s actually terribly wrong with him. Why else would Potter ask Draco, of all fucking people, to write his biography?

❤️ Bonne Foi, Draco Malfoy  by @badwolfblues (E, 19k)

Sanctimonia Vincet Semper: The Malfoy Legacy Inheritance Ritual must be undertaken by an heir pure of blood and strong of will. He will lend his body, his magic, and his mind to the Estate, and thus control the direction of the next generation of powerful Malfoy magicks. He and the Estate will both be made stronger by the ritual. -from the journals of Septimus Malfoy, 1820 At twenty-five, Draco Malfoy has to return to England to do something about the Manor, and Harry Potter won’t leave him alone. His years-old crush on Potter is reignited over repairs, mermaid lemonades, and pocket owl messages.

❤️ LA, Who Am I To Love You? by  @epitomereally (E, 42k)

Harry’s summer in LA is not going as expected. Pansy Parkinson keeps inviting him to parties in the Hollywood Hills and harassing him to finally go to the physical therapist, Blaise Zabini keeps slipping new strains of his company’s magical weed into Harry’s pockets in hopes of an endorsement, and Draco Malfoy keeps having sex with everyone but Harry.

All I Think About  by @skeptiquewrites (T, 4k)

Sometimes all it takes is one perfect late summer night in June.

❤️ Podfic] remember me  by @sweatersinthesummer (T, 2h 51min)

Original author: hupsoonheng On a chilly day in October, Draco kisses Harry goodbye before he goes on yet another dangerous, undercover mission with the Aurors. And then Harry doesn’t come back. Only Draco believes that Harry isn’t dead, and pours himself into finding his husband despite his friends’ pleas to move on and grieve properly. What he finds at the end of that work, though, is not at all what he wanted.

>> week 5 & 6 <<

[wilsweb-asientour]

Tag 43. 15.08.2023

Hanbok. Nach unserer gestrigen Fahrt in die DMZ standen wir heute erst 10:00 Uhr auf, um Schlaf nachzuholen. Wir fuhren dann als erstes nach Gangnam, um uns den Stadteil des One-Hit Wonders Psy anzuschauen. Kurz darauf trafen wir Jade, Wilsons Klassenkameradin aus Leipzig dessen Familie gerade nach Seoul gezogen ist. Wir fuhren gemeinsam mit der Seilbahn auf den Namsan Seoul Tower Platz und unterhielten uns lebhaft während Webster Onigiri aß und Kaffee trank. Idyllisch.

Im Anschluss liefen wir runter nach Myeongdong und nahmen den Zug zum Changgyeonggung Palast. Hier liehen wir uns für 2h traditionell koreanische Hanbok Klamotten aus. Webster durfte als König gehen, Wilson als Sohn der zweiten Frau des Königs (genauso wurde es uns im Nachhinein erklärt…) und Jade als adelige Dame. Da wir in traditioneller Kleidung auftauchten war der Palast-Eintritt kostenfrei - nicht schlecht! Direkt beim Reingehen verbeugten sich etliche Koreaner lächelnd vor Webster, weil er mit seinem roten Outfit sofort als König erkannt wurde. Die Koreaner amüsierten sich dabei und machten oftmals Fotos mit uns. Im Park hatten wir enorm viel Spaß, machten wunderbare Fotos und schwitzten uns dabei die Hälse vom Leib. Erinnerungswürdig.

Nach Vollendung unseres Ruhms tauschten wir unsere Kleider für Zivilklamotten um und liefen zur Bushaltestelle (wo wir den Präsidenten Südkoreas mit seiner Autokolonne sahen). In Myeongdong angekommen kauften wir ein paar Kleinigkeiten in den Einkaufsstraßen ein und liefen dann zum Hanbok-Markt, um Dohyuns Eltern ein letztes Mal zu treffen. Wir aßen frittiertes Chicken und tranken Terra-Bier, köstlich. Insgesamt haben wir uns riesig über ihre Gastfreundschaft gefreut und hoffen darauf sie bald wiederzusehen. Umso mehr freuten wir uns, dass Dohyuns Vater sein Bayerntrikot (unser gestriges Geschenk für ihn) beim Abendessen anhatte. Nach der Verabschiedung packten wir für mindestens 2h im Hotel unsere Koffer - morgen ist nämlich der massive Reisetag angesagt. Für alle Interessierten, unsere Flugnummer lautet OZ 541 (Asiana Airlines, A350 Maschine, Direktflug von Seoul nach Frankfurt, geplante Ankunftszeit 16:00 Uhr). Wir freuen uns auf Leipzig. Bis dann, gute Nacht!

Day 43. August 15, 2023

Hanbok. After our trip to the DMZ yesterday, we woke up at 10:00 AM today to catch up on sleep. We first went to Gangnam to check out the neighborhood of the one-hit wonder Psy. Shortly after, we met Jade, Wilson's classmate from Leipzig whose family had just moved to Seoul. We took the cable car together to Namsan Seoul Tower Plaza and had lively conversations while Webster ate Onigiri and drank coffee. Idyllic.

Afterwards, we walked down to Myeongdong and took the train to Changgyeonggung Palace. Here, we rented traditional Korean Hanbok clothes for 2 hours. Webster got to dress as a king, Wilson as the son of the king's second wife (that's how it was explained to us later...), and Jade as a noblewoman. Since we appeared in traditional clothing, the palace entry was free - not bad! As we entered, many Koreans smiled and bowed to Webster, recognizing him as the king with his red outfit. The Koreans amused themselves and often took photos with us. We had a lot of fun in the park, took wonderful photos, and sweated a lot. Memorable.

After our moment of fame, we changed back into regular clothes and walked to the bus stop (where we saw the President of South Korea with his motorcade). Arriving in Myeongdong, we bought a few things in the shopping streets and then went to the Hanbok Market to meet Dohyun's parents one last time. We had fried chicken and Terra beer, delicious. Overall, we were thrilled with their hospitality and hope to see them again soon. We were especially happy to see that Dohyun's father was wearing his Bayern Munich jersey (our gift from yesterday) during dinner. After saying goodbye, we spent at least 2 hours packing our suitcases at the hotel - tomorrow is the big travel day. For those interested, our flight number is OZ 541 (Asiana Airlines, A350 aircraft, direct flight from Seoul to Frankfurt, scheduled arrival time 4:00 PM). We're looking forward to Leipzig. Until then, good night!

[horansqueen]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

See the full post

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#4

i love this man 😍

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#3

😎💕

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#2

😍😍😍 [x]

476 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Imagine Y/N as the drunk best friend who called Niall. But he takes her home (like the gentleman he is) but in her drunken stupor she makes some dirty confessions and Niall giggles and asks her more questions and she confesses she wants Niall to eat her pussy. The next morning when she is sober he does exactly that. He eats her pussy so good she is orgasming for 2h and Niall is addicted to her pussy 😘

PS I know you’re probably busy with Roughest but if you could add this to the list that’ll be great -🦁

i wanted to write tonight and i decided to write this! i really really hope it reaches your expectations! sorry the beginning sucks :X

2k SMUT!

"Niall heyyy!"

I frowned a bit, my lips curling in an amused smile, before leaning against the back of my couch, holding my phone against my ear. It was late on a friday night and for some reason, I had decided on a relaxed evening in front of the tv. Still, I had to admit that getting a phone call from my drunk best friend was not something I had expected.

"Y/N, are you okay?" I asked, still smiling slightly as she started giggling.

"Yes, but I wanted to leave and my friends told me I was not allowed to drive." she explained with difficulty. "I have no idea why, I'm totally sober."

I laughed and she groaned, making me shake my head. "D'ya want me to pick you up, petal?"

"You would be a sweetheart!"

She looked happy that I proposed first and we finally hung up. I checked my phone to make sure she sent me the address and jumped in my car. It took me about 15 minutes to get there and I noticed her immediately, her arms wrapped around herself, her shoulders up as she tried to keep herself warm in her big hoodie. When I parked next to her, I realized it was actually my hoodie and smiled. It looked better on her.

"See guys? I have a ride home!" she let out a bit too loud, probably not even aware of it. "And he's pretty too!"

I laughed and rolled my eyes again as she waved them goodbye and opened the passenger's door, letting herself fall on the bench before closing the door. She leaned her head against the back of it and turned her face to me, sending me a big smile.

"Thank you, pretty boy." she said in a softer voice. "I can always count on you."

"Put your seatbelt on, darling, and stop flirting with me." I joked with a smirk, making her raise her nose up in a grimace.

She didn't answer but did as I asked and I started driving her back to my place. I could feel her eyes on me and after a while, I glanced at her and my lips curled slightly again on the left.

"What?"

"I can't tell. You're not allowing me to."

I frowned a bit and glanced at her again with a smile. "I was kiddin' pet, you can tell me anything, that's what best friends are for."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Because, it may come off as a shock to you." she argued, making me laugh this time.

"Don't worry, I can take it."

"Okay then." she shrugged, shaking her head a bit. "I was not flirting, I was trying to get in your pants."

My heart jumped in my chest and I could feel my heartbeats accelerate. I had no idea if her confession made me horny or just made everything awkward, but deep down, I liked it, and it made me curious.

"Why would you want that?"

"Because you're pretty, Horan. You're so fucking pretty. Who said you could be pretty like that?"

I laughed harder and she sent me a smile. "What else?."

"I'm curious about your cock. I want to know how big it is. Is it thick? Tell me."

I felt her hand on my thigh and held my breath as my heart started beating all over my body. It's not that I didn't enjoy that, because on fact, I really did, but there was no way I would have sex with my best friend while she was drunk.

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Overland to Tokyo Day 1

And suddenly it started.

My dream scenario was to pretend like this trip would start out of nothing. Like after one day in Office I would just decide to hop into an different train. Head into the wrong direction and never stop. Not until there is nothing left on the edge of the world.

This thoughts, I had them many times over the years, were of course born by my poor mental healt. Like there was no one relevant that would miss me anyways. No friends. Or let say, no friends that would notice. No family members that would not take a deep breath and feel happy to get rid of me for some weeks.

But yeah. How stupid is it to believe such a thing. How wholesome is it to know, that's still not the case. It was a deep and sad goodbye. It made me sad and guilty to say goodbye, and on the same time I could not feel more happy. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

And now back to the main part

Frankfurt - Karlsruhe: The Tutorial is too hard!

180km in germany should be NOTHING. Modern western country. Intense dense rail network and not a huge distance at all. Muahahaha, how could I be so wrong. It took me about 4 hours for this 1-Stop with change tripp. Can you belive that? 4 fucking hours!

The trains had been packed. And I dont even know why. The Deutsche Bahn again had technical difficulties and the Train Staff were talking in fear. Knowing, that we all wanted to kill them and use their bones to fix what ever needs to be fixed.

But anyway. I reached the Area 24|7 in Karlsruhe. An hostel that decided to adapt capsules to be hip, and cool, and without staff.

I paid 32€ for this nice. And while the promo picture looks AWESOME the reality is a bit more like ... Washing saloon. But don't get me wrong. Everything is clean. They keep everything quoted on the homepage and I cant wait to find out how Ill sleep in my capsule later this night.

I did my best to try out the different Tech thingies. 360° pics looks ... okay. I mean. I shot them. I could improve doing that.

(click there to preview the 360° image I made)

I also made the timelapse. Means. I wanted to do one. Most of the time the train had been so full that I had to stand and was not able to attach the camera somehow to a window. I need more tape! Next times I will just TAPE it to the windows! The main issue is the fish-eye caused by my cheap Gopro. It really ... looks shitty if something moves sideways. But whatever. Pictures had been made. 20% of the power capacity had been used for about 2h of footage.

Do it so!

Like a plane needing some time to start, we will move much, MUCH faster on the next days. At least, thats what I hope. Maybe this is the moment when I realize that it is impossible to reach japan in just some weeks. We will find out!

At least I had not spend my money on something stupid like ... okay. Thats not stupid. Thats kinda awesome. But I still reather spend my money on this night in a space capsule, then on rainbow lego figures in set 40516!

[rana-sentimental]

Defender la universidad pública: 👆🏻 This, when you go to a public university here in Argentina, if we are speaking about UBA ( i am fadu student), everytime i have the GREAT opportunity to study WITHOUT paying i know is because of the money of the people, taxes, i have to value that, besides most career being expensive (when in comes to ANY material) is a blessing , and I feel proud to go there, in some way, all of them may not be the best BUT the space itself, any faculty has the most dedicated people, some of them so passionate about DEFENDING PUBLIC STUDY (All people even, from outside have accessto it) , i have meet so many wonderful teachers that make me like things i didn't care about. Not only an exchange of knowledge but even the most simple things. I don't need a full doorm or meal plan (we have a cafeteria, a library, a space with free computer, a nap space, green space, we have bathrooms with NO GENRE all inclusive, etc, this may not seem the best but still it's enough, it is difficult, when it comes to living far, but I have beeing a student for 5 years now, talked to people from Brasil, Nicaragua, Chile, Venezuela, you name it, have come to live to Argentina; that travel 2hs at LEAST to arrive, and to go back home, with childrens even, they still appreciate and value the opportunity.

Something i get emotional about, i had one head teacher from Tecnología 1 & 2 (study of impressions and techniques) , his last name was Zachin , one of the most passionate and advocate for rights for the public university, he was A CHARACTER, that man went all day with his mate and funny hat&mustache, he knew how to talk, we would laugh about how he knew his subject was an ass boring and dull but he always tried to make it easy for us, to learn , even if we failed in the final exams! "There are no fool questions only fools who never asked them". Always at the end of the 4 months , when the period was over , there was a ceremony where all of theachers that worked with him will give gifts to those who got an 8/9/10 in the finals. In my last level , i got a 10. Not only he PAID for a breakfast in some nice restaurant and coffee of Buenos Aires, but gave us what we need to do serigraph, and lost magazines of our faculty made by him and students long ago. We had a nice morning and goodbyes, we talked about his life as student, how he lost friends to 70s dictatorship and politics about study, talked about coming around to the BIG day of the faculty where we gather around and do lots of prints! Work and have fun! He told me i have talent, that i shouldn't overlook it. That was the last time i saw him. The next year in my first semester he died from a brain tumour. Even when sick he gave class being hospitalized with all tubes around because he couldn't live without his passion.

amazing your daughter goes to a great public university with spending a dime and u are complaining

[weezerpilled]

detective marlowe + his cat

[tinselxoxo26]

𝓐𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝐼𝑉

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕀𝕀𝕀

[Note: this is for tropical astrology]

❈ Libra moon 🤝 relationship advice consultant, nahh fr they always ended up being a mediator in relationship problems like friendships or love at least once in their life. (I feel like this is a universal experience to all libra moons)

❈ Aries venus have a fear of commitment including friendships, even with an earth sun like a Taurus sun.

❈ Water sign in the 4th house cusp could indicate water themes with your childhood home or childhood in general. For example: you might've took swimming classes in your childhood, lived near a beach/lake/pond/pool, your relatives/siblings/yourself have an incident with things related to water etc.

❈ Mars square IC, I hope y'all are doing okay ❤️ We know that the IC represents childhood & square is not the best aspect to have. When it comes to Mars (aggressive planet) squaring the IC, this could indicate that in your childhood there could be incidents with physical aggressive behaviour with your family like fighting/arguing with your siblings. To the point where you might get scars/bruises from your family members.

❈ Mercury 10H, I'll tell you a little secret, they're everywhere (Snapchat, instagram, tiktok etc.) If you don't see them posting, chances are you're not in their close friend stories on insta. I swear they post everyday with multiple stories throughout the day even during exam seasons 💀. I ain't never seen them not posting. If you see their profile being organised & aesthetic, that's just an illusion hun. They probably have internal chaos on the inside. Their fashion choice *chef's kiss*, model material.

❈ 11H stelliums and their connections with ppl are no joke. They know ppl who are models, doctors, dentists to anyone who's well off. They might have free premium/membership cards or gifts received from those ppl.

❈ Something that I've noticed is that for those sagittarius placements whose grades aren't the best in their early years usually do well than their peers in highschool/University. Sagittarius is involved with higher education so that explains why.

❈ The planets/planet that has the 8H represents what physical problems you have with your body. For example sun 8H: scoliosis, mercury 8H: skin/indigestion problems, venus 8H: kidney problems.

❈ I've read that aquarius/11H placements especially stelliums can attract/attracted to ppl who might be well known in the future. This might be a theory but they might tend to attract 8H/scorpio placements or 2H/taurus placements (maybe even 10H/capricorn placements) cuz those signs deals with money & potential fame.

❈ Leo 4H cusp means that in their childhood they might be spoiled by their parents/caretaker, they might buy "royalty" things like fancy gifts/toys/clothing cuz leo is royalty. Their parents might've took a lot of pictures of them and they might act spoiled too as a child.

❈ Pisces/12H placements please stay away from alcohol, vapes, drugs, cigarettes especially pisces/12H stelliums. This might come naturally to you when you try it and you might get addicted to it.

❈ Cancer placements in personal planets 🤝 angry crier. It's a thing.

❈ Sagittarius placements/Jupiter dom might like the colour green. (idk maybe it's cuz the colour green is associated with luck???)

Masterlist

Welp, this is going to be my final post to announce that I'm going on a small hiatus cuz I'm currently busy with schoolwork. I will come back eventually so dw. My astro asks are still open, I'll just be answering them after my hiatus is over. Goodbye for now 💓💞✨

[fantasyfictionary]

Nami: Has Zoro returned from town yet?

All: No!

Nami: Not this again... Sanji is your turn to go find for Zoro. Go now!

Sanji: Okey Nami-swan~

-------- 2h later --------

Sanji shouting: Oy Marimo! Are you around?

Zoro: No.

Sanji: Dare you are teme. Nami and Robin-swan are waiting, so let's go, you lost child.

Zoro: I'm not lost stupid cook.

Sanji: Yeah whatever.

Zoro: Do you want to fight?!

Sanji: ... I pass, I don't want to fight with an injured musclehead.

Zoro: And? That doesn't matter. I still can kick your ass.

Sanji: I'm not going to combat you until you recover, otherwise it wouldn't be fair.

Zoro: What? I'm not that fragile, dart eyebrows. You know this very well.

Sanji turns his back: ... I will be sincere marimo, so listen up because I'm not repeating it twice! In the last battle, you were badly injured, there was so much blood everywhere. Your blood. Y-You were not responding to my calls and I thought that you were... Jesus! I thought this time was your last time you know? It was sick! At that time, I only could think of how much I didn't want you to say goodbye.

Zoro: ... Cook

Sanji: I know, I know! You're not any damsel in distress. I know this perfectly! We're rivals after all. You're the next best swordsman in the world. But damn it! I just - I just need some time to believe that you're alive. That you're here.

Zoro: Look at me.

Sanji: Not now.

Zoro grabs Sanji's wrist and turns him to face each other.

Sanji starting to tear up: Stop.

Zoro places Sanji's hand on his chest, right where his heart should be.

Zoro: Can you feel it?

Sanji: What?

Zoro: I'm alive, cook. There's no way a fourth-grade swordsman is going to end me. So trust me!

Sanji wipes his tears: Okey.

Zoro: Come on, let's return. I'm hungry.

Zoro starts walking in one direction, leading the way while holding Sanjis's hand, who follows behind

Sanji smiles softly: ... It's the other way, yo stupid marimo.

-------- In the ship --------

Nami: Sanji this is delicious!

Sanji: Thanks! I prepared them only for you Nami-swan~.

Luffy: Zoro are you going to finish that?

Robin: There's more meat here.

Luffy: Meat!

Sanji sneaks up on Zoro and hands him a bottle of sake before continuing to eat in his seat. Zoro looks at the jar and smiles more when reading the note written on it.

Note: Be ready to fight marimo

[lovinglokilaufeyson]

Soulmate - T.H

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy!Tom, AU, Protective!Tom, Fluff for days, Smut (at the end), Cheeky!Tom

Wordcount: 6,825

Summary: Tom Hiddleston is widely known as Hollywood’s “bad boy.” You weren’t known in Hollywood. Tom, for most of his life, was a gentleman. But for some reason, within the last 2 years, he’d changed. He slept with all of his costars, who hoped to be the one to get him to settle down. You’d been waiting for your soulmate for so many years, in your mind, he was nice, funny, charismatic, nothing like the man you met the day your timer hit zero.

A/N: I wasn’t sure really when to end this, so I kinda just ended it. But I’m sure if people like it enough, there’ll be another part or two :) Let me know what you think! It seemed a bit long, but I hope you enjoyed. It was a bit of a slow burn imagine. 

24d / 6h / 51m / 10s

A little under a month before you were set to meet your soulmate, and your heart was skipping beats left and right. You did your best to keep your mind off of it, but it was so difficult, with your timer right in front of your face. You had gotten home from the grocery store, excited to make your breakfast. You turned on the TV as background noise, and heard some rambling about a new movie coming out. You rolled your eyes. Yes, you really enjoyed most movies, but unfortunately, some of the actors really got on your nerves. The snarky comments, massive egos, everything about them turned you off. It really did make sense why they always ended up together.

Yes, you knew that not all actors and actresses were that type, but the man they were gossiping about on TV? Definitely. Tom Hiddleston had started getting a reputation in showbizz about 2 years back, you remember. He started out as the nice guy, but for whatever reason, he turned into the jerk that slept with his female costars all the time. Sometimes you wondered if he even had a soulmate.

He was incredibly attractive, he had tattoos littered across his body, all of them being ones that he had gotten fairly recently. He wore leather a lot, with mostly blacks and neutrals in his closet. He just wasn’t at all your type on the inside. You, on the other hand, liked to keep things classy, with soft colors. You didn’t wear much leather, only once and a while. Some people felt that you were stuck up, but underneath that outside shell was a lot of hidden secrets. Your social media meme accounts, your goofy side, your somewhat strange sense of humor. Not many people knew that side of you, and you hoped that when you met your soulmate, he’d accept it. Hell, everyone had a weird side. Right?

22d / 3h / 45m / 8s

You had met up with your best friend and her boyfriend, Malik, for coffee. Malik was really good to Y/F/N. He was overall charming, handsome, hardworking, and intelligent. He was basically all you could ever want for Y/F/N. Although when you met him, you had to second guess yourself and your timer, because it felt so natural to be around him. But you’d never tell Y/F/N that. “So, how’re you doing, Y/N?” Y/F/N asked, taking a sip of her latte.

“I’m okay, I suppose. I’m really really nervous about this whole soulmate thing. You guys met nearly 5 years ago. What if he’s not right for me?” You sputtered out, rambling on a bit. You were really scared of the thought of meeting someone who really wasn’t right for you at all. You wanted something like Malik and Y/F/N, something genuine and compassionate. You looked at them hold hands and steal glances at each other. It was so natural for them. Their eyes lit up when they saw each other, and you’d hoped it’d be similar for you and your soulmate.

9d / 1h / 28m / 47s

You met up with your family roughly a week before your timer was set. Your mom wouldn’t stop talking about it. You almost thought that she was more interested than you were. But, you supposed that the thrill of her daughter finally being able to find her soulmate was exciting to her. Both of your brothers and your sister had each found their soulmates several years back. You were the only one without one. Even your cousins had found theirs without a problem.

Your dad wasn’t overly protective, thank goodness, he realized that everyone had a soulmate, and there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it. Yes, it took him a little while to come to terms with his little girls finding their soulmates. But he got over it and realized that it was just a part of life. “Guys, Josh and I have an announcement.” She declared, standing up from the couch she sat on, Josh holding her hand next to her. “What is it, Kayla?” Your mother asked in excitement. “We’re pregnant.”

Smiles and joyous excitement circulated through the room. This was bound to make your mother the happiest woman in the world. The thought of becoming a grandmother was something she had dreamed of, she loved children. And since she was too old to have her own, Kayla being pregnant was an absolute dream. Her and Josh had gotten married about a year before, and met 4 years before that. They were slow and steady. Sometimes your mother thought that you’d be pregnant before Kayla. Yet here you were, sitting on the couch, yet to meet your soulmate.

2d / 4h / 56m / 9s

You had landed in Seattle mere hours before, excited for your weekend away with the girls. Cassidy had insisted upon it, even going as far to book the flights before asking anyone. You, Veronica, Cassidy, and Y/F/N were going to have so much fun on the coast. Crazily enough, with how everything was scheduled out, you were set to meet your soulmate either in the Seattle Airport or on the plane. Depending on how it all played out. The universe had a crazy way of flipping things around.

Cassidy had met her soulmate recently. You hadn’t met him yet, but apparently he wasn’t too excited to go a weekend without his girl. He’s a little clingy, she told you. Honestly, Cassidy’s comment about Rowan wouldn’t have bothered you if you had actually met your soulmate. But you had no idea what he’d be like. What if you didn’t like him? What if there was something about him, or multiple things, that you hated? You were scared of the thought. You enjoyed a weekend of shopping, going to the beach, and just having a good time with your girls. You had gone clubbing the night before your flight, which you had all known was a bad idea. But you went through with it anyways.

14h / 6m / 23s

You had to admit, the night was probably not a great idea for you all. But you needed some time to just unwind and forget. Forget that Kayla’s pregnant, that you still haven’t met “the one.” Forget about the stresses of not liking the one you’re supposed to be with for the rest of your life. You had enough to be buzzed, maybe a tad tipsy, but not enough to get you totally wasted. You didn’t want to be a complete mess when you met your soulmate. Maybe a slight one.

Veronica, Cassidy, and Y/F/N, however, were almost too drunk to function. You knew they were fun drunks, but you also knew that waking them up tomorrow morning would be a painstakingly slow process. You set an alarm for 8:30, hoping to catch a few more things before leaving Seattle.

5h / 34m / 2s

You were right. Waking the girls up was definitely more difficult than usual, but you knew that you should go and see a few more things, even check out a museum nearby. Veronica pulled her phone out after getting ready, scrolling whilst laying on the bed, when you suddenly heard her gasp. “Tom Hiddleston’s in Seattle. Right now.”

You giggled at her. She was so immature sometimes. You loved her, so so much, but sometimes you wished she was a bit more mature. “We should totally go meet him.” You rolled your eyes as she spoke. “I’d prefer to meet my soulmate.” You raised your eyebrows at her, a bit mad she had forgotten about such an event. She knew it was really important to you. “Shit, sorry Y/N.” She apologized. “Tom could be your soulmate. Seems like destiny.” She smiled, and you rolled your eyes at her for what seemed like the 12th time that day.

“I’d rather die.” You thought he was nice and charming. But that was before he started sleeping with all of his costars, treating them like shit. He had-what you thought were-completely meaningless tattoos, and he had such a bad boy look to him. You much preferred his preppy, British look his sported before this crisis of his. “Oof. Do you hate him or something?”

“No, I’m just not in love with the fact that he sleeps with anything that walks.” You frowned, looking back at Cassidy and Y/F/N, who were still lying in bed, silently listening to you and Veronica’s conversation. Though, they didn’t make it obvious. “We should go check out a museum or something.” You spoke, and all the other girls looked at you in confusion. Apparently they weren’t as into history as you are. Your heart ached, you knew you’d be meeting the possible love of your life. Most likely, anyway. For some, their “soulmate” didn’t work out. They’d try to be together, but it failed miserably, and they went their separate ways, in search for a new love. This happened very sparingly, and was pretty rare amongst humans. Usually, the gods were right. Most of the time. There was always headlines whenever it happened, but you had only seen 2 in your entire life. You hoped you weren’t the next.

4h / 21m /9s

You finally convinced Cassidy that meeting Tom Hiddleston wasn’t something you felt needed to happen today. That you were already too nervous from everything else, and you just wanted a little time to do something relaxing. “Fine, fine.” She spoke, raising her hands in defeat. “If I never get to meet him, it’s your fault, you know.” “I’m sure you’ll meet him.” In the end, you decided on going to a museum for a little, then to the mall to do a bit of light shopping.

2h / 10m / 54s

Now was time for your least favorite part. Leaving a place you had grown to love so much. You and the girls had bonded immensely over this trip, and you were sad to say goodbye to Seattle. You and the girls got through security fairly quickly, making sure you had time to relax and unwind, as well as charge up your devices before the flight. You stared down at your timer. 2 hours, 10 minutes, 26 seconds. It was nerve racking. Y/F/N noticed your slight panicked expression and rubbed your back. “It’ll be okay, Y/N.”

“I know, I know.” But in the back of your mind, you knew that you had no idea of who he was or how he’d treat you. What would happen if you hid in the bathroom? You knew something would make you come out. The universe had a weird way of doing things.

16m / 33s

“Hey guys. I’m gonna go freshen up.” You spoke, standing up from your spot. You grabbed your smaller bag, but left your suitcase by the others. They knew you well enough to know that you wanted to be alone at this time, and so they simply let you go alone.

“Alright hon, don’t take too long.” Y/F/N smiled, as you waved back at them, heading to the bathroom across the hall of the airport. You immediately went to the mirror, checking your outfit and adjusting where you saw fit. You saw a young girl smile at you when you complimented her Marvel t-shirt. It really was an excellently done set of films. You liked all of the actors and actresses- besides one. Smiling to yourself as you got closer to the mirror, reapplying a bit of mascara, as well as your liquid lipstick, which had worn off slightly since the morning. 

You tried to fix every flaw you believed you had in that airport mirror. You were very insecure when you were young, and although you had grown, your self esteem still wasn’t perfect. You still believed the words your middle school bullies told you, at least every once and a while. But you shook off the feeling, knowing that right now was not the time for your emotions to completely take control. That was the last thing you needed. 

You looked down at your timer. 5m, 2s. A light squeal came from your lips, which earned you a giggle from the woman beside you. “Timer close?” She asked, and you nodded. “Only 4 minutes left.” You grinned, and her smile got bigger. 

“My son’s timer is going to hit zero soon as well.” You realized she spoke in a British accent, and you smiled. You loved accents. Hers was so adorable, you couldn’t help but admire it. “Wow, small world.” You watched as she washed her hands, and you looked down at your timer once more.

“Good luck, love. I’m sure yours will be lovely. Tragic it’s not my Tom, though. You’re very pretty.” You smiled and thanked her, hoping the best for her son and his soon to be soulmate. “Thank you.” You watched as she exited the bathroom, and you waited for a moment before doing the same. 

23s

What you failed to notice, however, was the ‘Caution: Wet Floor’ sign that had recently been placed outside the bathroom. You didn’t expect it in the slightest, and tripped-almost gracefully-over it, managing to knock the sign over and fall. Straight into Thomas William Hiddleston’s arms. Your soulmate. Looking up at him, you gasped for a moment, before blinking several times, not believing your eyes. “S-sorry.” You apologized, pulling yourself up from his arms, as he looked at you in awe. Tom had been waiting to meet his soulmate since he was young, and he was a romantic at heart. He wrote poems and songs of longing, longing for his forever person, his soulmate. You. 

You adjusted your clothes once again, knowing they must be disheveled from the fall. You put the sign back up, trying to make it more noticeable for others this time. Shaking your head once more, you made your way up the small ramp, leading you to your friends. “Wait up!” Tom called, rushing after you. You walked as fast as you could, knowing that nothing would ever be the same. You wanted things to go back to how they were before. 

Unfortunately for you, Tom was 6′2″ and had long legs, making it easy for him to catch up to you within a few minutes. “I’m sorry Tom-I just can’t be with you. I know about you. I know what you’ve done with your co-stars. I don’t want to be apart of that messed up world.” Tears welled up in your eyes, knowing that you’d have to find someone else. Which would not be an easy task. “Please. Let me explain. I’m not that guy.” You looked up in his big blue eyes, sighing. It’s just a talk. Just a talk. Nothing more. ��Fine.” You sighed, walking with him to the nearest Starbucks to sit down and have a talk. 

After ordering your coffees, (Tom was a true gentleman and refused to let you pay for yours) you sat down at a small table, so you could look across from him. You noticed the timer on your wrist was darkened, almost black. You had heard of this phenomenon. The closer to your soulmate, the darker the color of your timer. It’d turn black when you touched them. “I don’t think you properly introduced yourself, love.” Tom spoke, holding his hand out for you. You grasped it for the first time ever, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the sparks. 

“I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N.” You smiled. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He raised your hand up to his mouth, pressing a kiss on your knuckles. Oh, he was good. “Thank you.” You smiled as he set your hand down, allowing you to take a sip of your coffee. 

“I know that the media portrays me as a- um-” He couldn’t seem to find the words. “Womanizer? Player? Fuckboy?” You spoke for him, and what little smile was on his face before fell a bit. “Yeah, that. I promise it’s all for publicity. They told me that I’d be more successful that way, but I regret it all. I wish I could just be myself again.” He spoke, sighing. 

“So, it’s all a stunt? You haven’t actually slept with the majority of your female co-stars?” You asked, your hand coming closer to his. “Never. I promise, I saved myself for my soulmate. I’ve been waiting for this day, my entire life.” He shrugged, showing a small, closed-mouth smile. “The tattoos?”

“There’s a select few that are real. The rest are temporary that they put on me, but I can choose to let them show.” He responded, and you nodded. “I do like leather though.” You giggled at his statement, remembering all the times that Cassidy was scrolling on Google, looking at pictures of him in his jacket. 

Suddenly, having a soulmate didn’t seem so bad. He was sweet, and a gentleman. Good looking, smart, and funny. Although you didn’t like how the media portrayed him, it wasn’t completely his fault. He was trying his best, and Y/F/N was a screen writer. She had told you a few times of how stars were manipulated to be shown a certain way. You just chose to believe that Tom was a complete ass, but you were glad that you were able to talk and get to know the real him. “So, what brings you to Seattle, Tom?”

“My mom. She’s always wanted to come here. It’s our last day. I wanted to spend mother’s day with her here.” You nodded, smiling. Then, in a quick moment, you remembered the woman you met in the bathroom. “What does she look like?” You asked, and he described the woman you had met to a tee. You smiled. “What, my love?” You melted at his pet name for you. 

“I think I met her in the restroom earlier. She told me that your timer was hitting zero soon.” He smiled. It would honestly be so relieving if you and his mom got along well. He knew that it was something he yearned for, he loved his mother very much and had hoped his soulmate would adore her too. “She’s very sweet.” Slowly getting off the topic of him, he asked what brought you to Seattle. “Weekend away with my friends. My friend Cassidy is actually a pretty big fan of yours, I’ll have to have you meet her soon.” He smiled. “But I take it you weren’t a big fan of me? With the stories and all?” 

“I was before you went into your ‘womanizer’ phase. I really enjoyed watching movies of yours but then I heard about you and your co-stars and I kinda lost the feeling, you know? I did really love your classy style back then.” You smiled, and he nodded, smiling a little bit at certain moments in your answer. “I understand. The media portrays me horribly now.” You nodded, taking his hand in your and giving it a peck like he had done moments before. 

“It’s okay. It’s your life Tom, you can take control if you so desire. I believe you are good, as well as so many other people.” 

“Thank you, love.” He smiled, blushing a little bit at your comment. As well as your lips hitting his knuckles. “Where’re you going?” Tom asked, almost in fear. “My hometown. It’s called Y/H/T.” 

“Can I come with you?” He asked, suddenly, but spontaneously. “Yeah. I’d love for you to meet my family.” You smiled, a small blush falling upon your cheeks. 

“We’re going to go and talk to my mom, if that’s alright. Maybe you and your friends could fly with us in the private jet?” He asked, and your eyes widened, clearly not as used to this superstar ‘treatment’ as he was. You nodded, trying to stay as calm as possible. “I know it’s a tad overwhelming, love.” He grabbed onto your hand, intertwining it in his. You couldn’t help but notice how utterly perfect it felt. His hand was much larger than yours. Your timer faded black, and you smiled at it. 

-

Although Cassidy fell asleep and you, Y/F/N, and Veronica had to drag her onto the private jet, you knew that she’d flip once she realized. Veronica and Y/F/N were relatively calm around Tom, although you kept getting butterflies in your stomach whenever he called you a pet name, or said something sweet to you. You and Tom’s mother got along marvelously, more than he could ever wish for. 

Cassidy was restless on the other side of the plane, laying down on the comfortable couch. She moved around a lot when she slept, and you wondered how long it’d been since she talked to Rowan. Apparently he had made a big deal about her going out and drinking, although you were positive nothing had happened last night. You were sober enough last night to know. She ended up in the hotel room, in the queen sized bed next to Veronica. You and Tom were talking about so many things, to the point where Veronica and Y/F/N were almost sick from it. But they knew you were both just so excited and livid from meeting each other. 

When Cassidy woke up, you could tell she was pretty much out of it. “Where am I?” Veronica immediately rushed to her side, and you were happy that Tom’s face wasn’t visible from where she was laying. “On the plane, Cas. We’re heading home at the moment.” 

“Doesn’t look like a regular o’l plane.” She murmured, sitting up. She gasped, looking over at you and at the back of Tom’s head. “Did I miss it?” She pouted, walking up to you two. She was finally able to see Tom’s face and she gasped once again. “Tom Hiddleston!” She squealed, immediately enveloping him in a hug. “Hello there love, nice to meet you.” He smiled, giving her a quick hug back. She released him in a moment, looking back and forth between the two of you. “Are you?” 

“Yep.” Tom smiled, grabbing your hand and pecking it. She swooned, blushing a tad. “Y/N, I’m sooooo happy for you!” She smiled, hugging you this time. “I told you he’s great!” She smiled, and Tom’s smile faltered for a moment, before returning. Remembering that he almost let his reputation come between him and his soulmate. He was so glad that you gave him a chance and let him talk to you. You were honestly all he hoped for and more. Shorter than him, which he found absolutely adorable. You piqued his interest and you were so glad that he had the opportunity to be soulmates with someone like you. Even when you were asleep on the plane, your aura calmed him as he watched you sleep. He was so enveloped in your and every part of your life. He was excited, yet nervous to meet the family of the one he loved. Even though maybe he wouldn’t tell you he loved you just yet; you had only known each other for a few hours. Not even a day. Yet he was enraptured all the same. “She’s beautiful, Tom.” His mom spoke from beside him, rubbing his back thoughtfully. “She is.” He replied, turning to her and giving her a charming smile.

“I met her in the airport bathroom earlier, you know. When she told me her timer was going off soon, I told her it was a shame she wasn’t going to be with my Tom. But things just had a beautiful way of working out. You’re both so lucky to have found each other.” Tom couldn’t help but think of how utterly nervous he was before meeting you. He could tell you were in a similar state, from how you reacted when you met him initially. His mom pecked his cheek, before the plane began descending into Y/H/T.

-

Waking up, you were flooded with messages from your mother. She knew that you had met someone who was going to be in your life forever. “Y/N, how are you?” “Who’s your soulmate?” “Is he nice?” “Is he handsome?”

“I’m bringing him home, mom. You, dad, and everyone can meet him a bit later. 6 pm?” You responded, and not a minute later she texted back with excitement. “Everyone’s coming over! I’ll make my famous lasagna.” She was clearly very excited. She only made her lasagna on special occasions, such as this. You smiled, not noticing that Tom was sitting on the other side of the plane, looking at you lovingly. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” He spoke, walking over to sit next to you. “Hi.” You spoke, setting your phone down. 

“What’s making my girl smile? Not that I’m complaining that you are.” He smiled sweetly, making you giggle. “Well, first of all, I’ve got the soulmate of my dreams,” you replied, smiling at him as he stared into your e/c eyes. “Second of all, my mom somehow got all of my siblings to come in for a lunch tomorrow. To meet said soulmate of my dreams.” You blushed, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. 

- 

The next afternoon came faster than you could’ve imagined. You slept at your parents’ house, not wanting Tom to arrive sooner than you to the family lunch. His hotel was a lot closer than your apartment. You got dressed in a simple sundress, a pair of brown boots, and a sweater-cardigan that covered up your arms, as they got cold pretty easily. You made sure to shave your legs and everything, you wanted to look nice on such an important day. You tapped your foot nervously, excited yet nervous for your soulmate’s first appearance in your family. Your mom was anxiously watching her lasagna, which she had gotten up at nearly 7 am to start. “I wish to know more about Tom.” She spoke, and you giggled in amusement. 

“I know, mom. Soon. He’ll be here soon.” You muttered, and but a second later, you received a message from one Tom Hiddleston. “Hey babe, be there soon. Missed you so much last night.” God he was the sweetest. You hadn’t the heart to leave him on read, so you typed a message back to him. “See you soon Tom!” You’d be lying if you said that you were scared of relationships, or at least partially. Yes, your family was happy and for the most part, their relationship problems always worked themselves out, no matter how difficult. But you always had a “what if” placed in your mind. What if you and your soulmate didn’t work out? What if he hated you, or the way you looked? 

The ringing of the doorbell shook you from your dreamlike state, thinking of possibilities for the future. The future always scared you. Even more so now. You hopped from your seat on the stool, hoping for the best. You answered the door before your mother got the chance to, and for that, you were grateful for. The last thing you needed was your clingy mother scaring away your soulmate before the get together even began. You opened the door, your eyes met with possibly the most handsome man your eyes had ever seen. 

“Hi, Tom.” You managed to sputter out, and he noticed your nervous energy for a moment, before shaking it off. “Hello, sweetheart.” Instead of simply following you to the kitchen, his towering figure gave you a hug. Your frame was small in comparison to his, and you felt a nibble on your ear. “Care to show me around, lovely?” 

You showed Tom the upstairs first, not wanting to interrupt any conversations happening throughout the kitchen, dining room, or living room. You lead him into your childhood bedroom, which appeared relatively the same as it was when you left it. The posters of Harry Potter, and some Marvel films littered the walls. You were a fan of Marvel, you liked the stories, you just weren’t fond of the actors in recent years. When you were younger you definitely loved every part of the franchise. 

“So, my pet, you were a fan of Marvel.” He spoke, a dominant tone coming out. “At one time, yes.” You replied, and he nodded. He hoped that Loki was your favorite, at least at one time. “I loved all of them,” you continued, as if reading his mind. “But I fell out of love with the characters, as well as the series, when the media started portraying all of the actors so horribly.” He nodded, agreeing with you. “They did portray us as complete assholes.” He spoke, as you nuzzled your face into his chest. “You’re so adorable. I’m incredibly lucky.” He spoke, and you giggled into his chest. “Don’t you mean you’re incredibly loki?” You joked as a smile appeared on his face. “You stop that. Right now.” You giggled again. 

“Y/N, honey, lunchtime!” You heard your mom from the bottom of the stairs. You began heading downstairs, Tom right on your tail. You suddenly felt his presence, but closer this time. His lips were so very close to your ear, and his front side placed oh-so-close to your back. “You have a fabulous ass, by the way.” He grabbed at it, and you squealed, nearly falling into the wall nearby. “And that, was adorable.” He pulled you into him, using a grip on your waist. You were unfamiliar with this level of intimacy. It was strange.

Walking downstairs with Tom following shortly behind, you entered the living room, seeing your siblings, their significant others, and your parents. Kayla was showing, just a little bit more than the last time you saw her. Her belly just barely bulged, but you could tell. Everyone turned to face you and Tom, the newest couple to the family. “Everyone, this is Tom, my soulmate.” You spoke easily, slightly scared of what they would think. You really liked Tom, and you hoped your family would to. 

“Oh my gosh, that’s Tom Hiddleston!” Your mom gasped. “So lovely to meet you, Tom.” She found her way over to you two, bringing her hand out to shake his. “Lovely to meet you as well, Mrs. Y/L/N.” “Oh please, call me Karen.” Tom smiled lightly. “My famous lasagna is for dinner, honey.” Your mom spoke. “Sounds lovely.” Tom smiled once more. You introduced Tom to your siblings and their significant others, as well. Your father helped your mother in the kitchen as they prepared a wonderful dinner. You and your siblings played a board game before dinner began. You and Tom made a pretty good team in Scattergories. “Alright kiddos, dinner’s ready!” 

Everyone headed towards the dining room, gathering at the dinner table. Tom sat next to you, and all of your siblings oohed and awed at the wonderful meal your parents had prepared. Your father helped with appetizers and dessert, and your mother prepared the main course. Everything looked wonderful. “Looks great,” Tom noted, praising your mother. 

-

After a wonderful meal, you felt Tom’s hand on your thigh as you continued in great conversations with your family. Everyone seemed to be getting along well, which you were glad for. However, the gentle yet sensual feeling of Tom’s ginormous hand upon your thigh was a large distraction in this situation. It was odd, you had never felt this way before. 

As Tom’s hand became closer and closer to your core, you became more and more heated. You glanced over at him, seeing the smirk upon his face. “Stop” you mouthed. His smirk became even more prominent, and his hand, at this point, had come to play with the band of your panties, his fingers twisting the skinny band of your pink lace thong. “Well, it’s getting late, I think Tom and I are gonna get going.” You spoke, standing up almost immediately afterwards. Because of this action, Tom was forced to let go of your panties. A glimmer of hope left his eyes, and you both waved goodbye to your family. 

The car ride home was interesting to say the least, however, it was comfortable. Your apartment was more towards the downtown region of your town, and it was really cozy. You liked it a fair amount, at least. Tom dropped you off, and you hopped out of the car, saying a "goodnight Tom" as you did. Heading towards the entrance of your apartment, you heard Tom's car engine stop. You squinted your eyes, slightly confused, but continued on. You heard a "Y/N!" from behind you, and you turned around. "Yes?" You asked Tom. "Don't you think we have a bit of unfinished business, darling?" You furrowed your brows, looking at him confused as he jogged to catch up with you.

“What’s going on?” You questioned, puzzled. "Can I come in with you?" He asked, and you nodded slightly. You should be able to spend time with your soulmate, right? Though, you were slightly uncomfortable with Tom inside your less than luxurious home, you knew you would have to get used to it eventually. You were just scared, you supposed.Tom followed you into your foyer, which consisted of a small hallway, scattered with a couple of your shoes, and a staircase leading upstairs. After you took your jacket and shoes off, you lead him up to your living room. You felt Tom's strong hands on your waist as you looked around your living space, deciding whether or not to be embarrassed. However, Tom seemed far more interested in your neck than anything else at the moment. You felt Tom’s lips sucking intently on your sweet spot. “Tom...” you moaned out, and you felt Tom’s mouth turn into a smirk. “God you’re so beautiful.” He spoke, “take me to your room, please.” He never let go of your waist as you led him towards your bedroom. 

You had never felt as intimate as you did right now. Though you were scared, Tom made you feel comfortable. Tom brought you upon your made bed, laying on top of you. Though you were smaller than him, he didn’t allow all of his weight to lay on you. “Tom” you spoke as he detached his lips from yours and nibbled on your ear. “Yes my love?” “I’m scared” you told him. He immediately got off of you, plopping beside you on the bed. “If you’re not ready for this, it’s okay. I just want to be with you as much as I can. Now that I have you I never want to let you go.” You smiled at his sweetness. “You are the absolute sweetest, Tom.” You kissed his cheek. You intertwined your hand with his as you felt your core heat up slightly. You were ready, you decided. He was your soulmate. There shouldn’t be a doubt in your mind. This time, you initiated, climbing on top of him and straddling his waist. 

His hands came to rest upon your thighs, slightly underneath your sundress. You felt his hardened length rest against your thigh, as you felt Tom’s hands pull the bottom of your sundress upwards, and you lifted your arms up, completely revealing yourself to him. Your matching pink bra and pantie set was certainly a sight for sore eyes. Tom’s eyes widened, which confirmed that fact. He then allowed you to help him pull his shirt off of his torso. This time it was your turn to awe at his wickedly muscular chest and abs, which you were very impressed with. “Like what you see?” You heard him ask, and you nodded. “I love it.” 

He flipped you back on to the bed, then continued undressing. This time it was his jeans, which were fitted amazingly upon his strong figure. “God Tom” you moaned out, and he let out a slight chuckle on your collarbone. You could see how prominent his bulge was now, and did not disappoint your inter fan girl. He detached your bra from your body with ease, and now the only thing left on either one of you was your underwear. Yours did much less to hide you, however, as the light pink lace thong left very little to the imagination. No wonder Tom had been completely all over them earlier that night. 

Tom brought his hands down to his own underwear, where his prominent bulge was located. He released his member, and you eyed it curiously. Obviously, from sex ed classes, you knew what one would look like, but you had never truly seen one. It was fairly large, probably 7 1/2 to 8 inches long. You had no idea how that thing would fit inside of you. Tom slowly slid off your panties, which were the last piece of clothing remaining on you. “Are you ready, my love?” You heard him whisper. Though you were pretty turned on, there was still uncertainty. Would it hurt? “I don’t know.” You murmured. “I’ll get you ready.” Lowering himself towards your labia, he held your knees right over his shoulders as his face came into contact with you. 

Jesus. It didn’t take much for Tom’s tongue to excite something within you. All of the sudden, you were incredibly heated, much more than before. You were immensely wet, your juices seeping on to Tom’s tongue. You didn’t think it was possible that you could be any more soaked. You were ready, you supposed. You were on the edge. Tom kissed you, giving you a taste of yourself on your tongue. “Taste good?” You nodded in response. “Okay, I’m gonna go slow, love.” You felt his tip on the brim of your hole, and he began slowly pressing inward. It hurt, but part of the pleasure hit you, just a little. “Ahh” you moaned out as Tom pressed about 2/3 of his length into you. It hurt, but as he began pulsing in and out, you felt the pleasure hit you more and more. It felt good, now. “You feel so good Y/N” you heard Tom whisper into your ear. You both reached your climaxes soon after that, it felt amazing. He peeled his sweaty body off of yours, laying beside you. “You’re so perfect.” Tom whispered into your ear, giving you a kiss on your cheek. You smiled in response. “I’m gonna pop into the shower real quick, Tom. I’m feeling a little sweaty due to, you know.” You spoke. You got out of bed, scampering over to your bathroom. “Love your ass!” Tom yelled from your bed. 

You got into the steaming shower, allowing yourself to lather your body with soap. However, soon you were joined by Tom, who wished to wash off as well. You hugged his soft skin as he joined you, lathering his body in soap. Tom began feeling you up with soap, and you silently protested and shook your head. “Tom. Stop it!” You gasped as he gave a squeeze to your breasts. “No funny business.” You told him, rejecting his advances. “You’re right, we have plenty of time.” He noted, and after that, you two were quick to get out of the shower. 

The rest of the night was relatively tame, with cuddles from Tom abundant as you laid in bed together. You felt completely protected by him as he spooned you and intertwined his legs with yours. Everything felt completely and utterly perfect. 

-

Waking up the next day, you wondered if it was all a dream. Tom’s warm figure was no longer next to you, however. You were slightly scared, but wandering down your stairs in your silk robe, you found Tom in your kitchen. He was cooking up a wonderful meal, eggs, bacon, toast. You were so happy to see him. “Good morning, Tom!” You spoke gleefully, running up to him. “Good morning sweetheart.” He told you as he flipped the eggs. He turned around afterwards, giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You need any help with anything?” You asked, and Tom shook his head. “You just relax my dear. You can get yourself something to drink, how about that?” You immediately headed towards your coffee maker, turning it on so it would begin to brew. “Would you like any coffee, babe?” You asked, and he nodded gratefully. “That would be wonderful.” 

You poured you each a cup, then grabbed some cream and sugar. You put some in yours, but waited for Tom to serve himself. You liked the sweet taste, rather than plain bitter coffee. Tom settled for a little cream and sugar in his as well. You felt his arms settle around you in a hug, sipping on his coffee. Breakfast was wonderful. You could feel everything settling into place. You had a wonderful soulmate and a wonderful future together. You felt Tom give you a kiss on the top of your head, and butterflies fluttered in your stomach. Everything was perfect.

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Say his name

San x Fem. Reader (x Seonghwa kind of) ✏️ Word count: 3.2k 🏷 Genre: smut, angst 🚨 Warnings: cheating, fingering, explicit sex, oral, orgasm denial, cream pie... just basically some shades of filth

This is the first thing I post here, so go easy on me, please. 😬

You stumble out of bed in a sleepy haze. The clock marks 2:35am as you drag your feet towards the kitchen, the oversized shirt you wore as a nightgown crumpled and damp in sweat due to the heat of that summer night.

Your mouth is dry from binge-drinking with your coworkers from 8 to 11pm, when you arrived home completely drunk and proceeded to nap on the couch. Given that you woke up in your bed and in San's shirt, you figured that he found you, changed you and carried you to bed. He worked long hours and often came home close to midnight, but no matter how tired he was, San always made sure to care for you the best he could.

You crossed the hallway still feeling a bit drunk, but your need to hydrate was stronger than your willingness to sleep through the weekend.

As you entered the kitchen, you found San sitting alone on the island, frowning to a half-eaten slice of chocolate cake on his plate. The dim room was lit only by the LED tape under the wall cabinets, but you could still see that your boyfriend had a somewhat upset expression.

"Sani?" you approached him slowly "Is everything alright? When did you get home?"

He shot a tiny smile in your direction, although his eyes didn't smile with him.

"I came around midnight, you were drooling all over the new pillows on the couch."

You blushed, leaning against the counter next to him.

"We all went to celebrate Seonghwa's birthday after work, I guess we celebrated a little too much..."

"I guess you forgot your liver is waaaaay past 20 already" he teased, getting up to put his plate on the sink.

"But my heart is like 18" you countered, putting your elbows on the counter and resting your chin on your hands.

San half-smiled at you, opening the fridge door to get you a cup of water which you eagerly chugged, as your boyfriend fidgeted with a spot on the countertop opposite to where you stood.

You silently watched him for a few seconds before asking.

"Sani, what's wrong?"

He sighed looking down, his dark bangs preventing you from seeing his eyes. When he lifted his head next, his gaze pierced you, eyes squinting under furrowed brows.

"Seonghwa? Really?" his tone was low and cold, but still very calm – unlike his hands, that twitched a little as he spoke.

"I don't..."

"You don't know what I'm talking about?" he paused, looking at your dumbfounded expression with a single raised eyebrow. "I'm talking about how when I came home, I found you shitfaced on our couch – hey, no big deal, we've all been there. So I slid my arms around you to carry you to bed and imagine my surprise when you burrowed your face in my neck and moaned Seonghwa's name?!"

You were petrified. The memories from earlier that night flashed in your head: how you all went to a soju bar near your company; how you sat next to Seonghwa, your coworker and friend of many years; how you punched him in the chest anytime he made a joke on your sleepiness at work; how you laughed together at Hoseok's jokes, and for just a few seconds you thought you saw him looking at your lips before turning away; how you suddenly became very aware of your left thigh inadvertently brushing his right one under the table; how he turned to face you every time you opened your mouth to talk, and that hint of darkness that flashed in his eyes on occasion made your lower stomach sink a little; how you all left the bar in wobbling legs, and he placed an arm around you waist as he helped you walk to your Uber.

How he suddenly leaned in and kissed you when you turned to say goodbye. How you pressed yourself against him, tugging on his hair not to get him off but to kiss him deeper.

San was still looking at you, waiting for any explanation. You closed your mouth and clenched your jaw, unsure of what or how much you should say right now.

"Look, I don't expect you to only fantasize about me, but it's a little weird thinking you fantasize about a friend of yours..." he continued, taking his eyes off you. "But the weirdest thing was returning here to collect your stuff and finding these messages on your phone."

Your stomach sank. You turned your head to follow his gaze and found your phone at the edge of the counter, where you drunkenly tossed it. You grabbed it and pressed home, turning on your lock screen and revealing three new text messages:

[Park Seonghwa – 2h ago] Y/N I'm so sorryyy

[Park Seonghwa – 2h ago] acgualy, I'm not...

[Park Seonghwa – 2h ago] I can still feel tour pulling on my hair and Idonlt know if its I just ruined everything but i need... (read more)

Your treacherous eyes started to unintentionally tear up as you read the drunken messages, and you had to muster up all of your courage to look at San. He was staring at you with a blank expression. You could almost say he was just sleepy if it wasn't for how hard his hands were clenched, crossed through his chest.

"Sani, I- I'm sorry..." you whimpered in a weak voice. "We both had A LOT to drink tonight, and when we said goodbye he suddenly kissed me... I didn't expect it-" you paused to scrutinize his expression, to stall, to breathe. "...but I did kiss him back, I'm so sorry... It was only this one kiss, then I broke it off and got in the Uber."

San swallowed, turning his face away from you and getting up to pace behind the kitchen island that separated you both.

"Do you want him?"

"I..."

Seonghwa and you were friends ever since you started working at your company, 5 years ago. He worked at the table right next to yours, so chatting and gossiping about work and life came naturally. He showed you the best restaurants to lunch, and you brought your favorite snacks to share with him during coffee breaks. You talked about San to him, and he gave awful advice he swore by whenever you had to buy your boyfriend a gift or make amends after a silly argument. Truth is, by the end of your first year working together you were so close that you could comfortably talk about anything – from ranking sex positions to tips and tricks that helped with constipation.

People at your office never wondered or gossiped about you two because you had San and Seonghwa had a different girl for every month. He and San met a few times already and seemed to get along great, but you didn't bother to meet his monthly choices as it was hard to keep track. You didn't mind that he was such a fuckboy, as he was always kind and respectful with his platonic female friends, including you. Your friendship was never more than fraternal and you never thought about him as a penis-having creature – that is until something came onto him tonight.

"Answer me, Y/N." San's voice hit you like an ice pick through your gut. "Do you want him? Are you curious for him?" he walked up to you, making sure you couldn't avoid his gaze.

"I want YOU. I love YOU. I want to be with YOU."

"That was not my question."

In all truth, you didn't want to answer him directly because you didn't want to lie to him. It was just one kiss alright, and you did break it off (eventually...), but as soon as you got in your Uber, you couldn't help but think about how urgently Seonghwa's hands grabbed your waist and tugged at your shirt after you pulled him in to you... You felt bad for wanting to hold onto the feeling of his tongue parting your lips, and you involuntarily clenched around nothing at the memory of his ragged breathing while he hungrily bit your bottom lip right before you pushed him away. 

"...I did want him... like that. At that moment."

You tried to look down to break eye contact, but San lightly pressed you against the counter and gently lifted your chin with his hand.

Your eyes were tearing up and you knew your face was already a mess, but San remained ice-cold as he looked down on you. His jaw was clenched hard, lips vaguely pursed, eyes slanted and dark, but his gestures and voice remained tranquil.

Unexpectedly, he pressed his lips against yours, gently kissing you. His hands hiked under your oversized T-shirt to pull your waist toward him, as you slowly closed your eyes and gave in.

"Sani... Wha-" you started to talk, unsure of what was going through his mind, but he cut you out with a deeper kiss, searching your tongue with his, moving his left hand to cup your breast and play with your nipple.

Your head was spinning from the combination of San's unexpected neediness in face of your confession, Seonghwa's earlier mindfucking actions and all the leftover alcohol in your system.

A small part of you wanted to stop San, to make him talk to you, to figure it all out in a more responsible way... But when he licked his fingers and pushed them down your panties and along your folds, your mind just succumbed to whatever solution that was.

"Fuck, San..." you breathed around his ear, while he nibbed on the skin of your neck and started rubbing lazy circles around your clit. Your hands began to trail his body, feeling his growing erection over his jeans while pulling his hair with your other hand.

San smirked as he noticed how wet you already were, using his fingers to collect some of that wetness and use it to rub your bud a little harder. He rocked his hips in your hand after hearing you moan quietly due to his ministrations. Your panties (and San's hand were soaked), and you weren't sure if this was your reaction to his cold dominance or to the thought of Seonghwa's body on you that still lingered in the back of your head...

Without a warning, San took his hand from you and turned you around, pressing your abdomen to the countertop and his hard-on to your semi-bare ass.

He then returned his right hand to your center, slowly caressing your clitoris while putting his left hand around your neck. His body leaned into you, and he whispered behind your ear: "I'll do you a favor and fuck you like this, so you can pretend I'm him."

An alarm went off somewhere in the back of your head. "San, don't-" you started to say, trying to shift your body in order to look at his face, but he forced your head forward while sucking on your ear lobe. At the same time, he inserted two fingers inside you, making your attention diverted almost entirely to the warmth on your lower body that started to creep up, trying to take you.

"Don't worry babe, I want you to enjoy this" he said in a calm and firm manner, while still sucking and licking at the skin behind your neck. "Now, take off your panties for me".

Though you were still unsure about his behavior, it was hard to think with a clear mind while San was knuckle-deep inside you. He was skilled with his hands and already knew you inside out, alternating between curving his fingers onto your G-spot and scissoring them to stretch your walls. You were panting and whining as you obliged and slid down you lacy red underwear with some difficulty, since your legs had already began to feel like jelly under San's expert touch.

At this point, he removed his hand from you and went silent for a minute. All you could hear where the sounds of him unbuckling his belt, and that alone made you clench in anticipation.

You turned your head slightly to look at him, but San grabbed you again and gently shoved your torso down towards the counter.

"No no no no. I want you to get it out of your system. I won't be Choi San for you right now".

"Sani, please."

You felt him tease your entrance with the tip of his cock, your walls way ahead of your mind, convulsing around the idea of him. When he talked again, his voice was dark and low.

"I want you to think of Seonghwa while I ravage you. I won't be as gentle as always. And as your punishment, you don't get to come. I won't let you."

This is fucked up, part of you knew. But your guilt and shame mixed with your lust and desire, and even though you tried so hard not to give in to his stupid and unhealthy idea, part of you was already imagining it was Seonghwa's cock lining up to your entrance, and Seonghwa's hands holding your back firmly in place over the cold marble top.

"Y/N, do you agree to these terms?" San's voice was firm and demanding, and his hands were both holding you in place by the small on you back and teasing your dripping cunt, running his fingers through your slit and pressing onto your swollen clit. Still, you knew he would stop it all if you just asked. 

If only you wanted him to stop.

Instead, you whimpered "...yes" in a breathy voice.

"Then I'm gonna fucking ruin you."

He paused for a moment, leaving you to anxiously wait for his next move.

And then he moved.

You were expecting him to enter you at once as punishment, but he did just the opposite. He slowly pushed just his tip inside you, and you tried to rock your hips back into him, but he held you steady by the ass, his fingers digging hard on your skin in his effort not to fuck you into the countertop.

"Sani, I need you."

"Calling for your boyfriend won't get you anywhere."

His dick dug slightly further into you, its lavish girth filling you instantly, but only to be quickly withdrawn, leaving you gasping and wanting.

"Sani..."

A hand slapped hard on your ass, making you jolt a bit forward and completely off of his cock.

"Please, just fuck me already."

Everything went quiet for a moment while you heard him shuffle behind you. Without a warning, you felt his tongue running across your slit, licking you from your clitoris to your asshole. You jumped in surprise and arched your back, but he maintained his firm grip on your hips.

"After having a taste of other lips tonight, weren't you left wondering how would they feel kissing you somewhere else?"

What a low blow. The conscious effort you were making to not give in to this game and to keep Seonghwa out of your mind went of the window with that. You admired his plump lips even before trying them out for yourself. Memories of him once boasting about how his tongue was his best muscle came to your mind, and though you laughed and teased him at the time, now you could only imagine him licking at your wet core.

San returned to your folds, his nose brushing on your center, his mouth gently sucking on your clitoris, making you moan harshly. Except that it was Seonghwa's face you were seeing on your head, dark brows creased as he was eating you out, that fucking smirk on his face watching you slowly come undone under his lips. He trailed his tongue inside you, making out with your sex as eagerly as he did with your lips earlier. He flattened his tongue and eased the grip on your hips. You unconsciously moved your ass trying to ride his face, chasing your fast approaching climax.

So, so close.

Suddenly, he removed his mouth from you, leaving you writhing against the air, looking in despair for any friction to send you over the edge you were left dangling.

"No!! Please, I need it so much..."

"Did you forget your boyfriend grounded you?" You could hear him pacing behind you, stalling, waiting for you to cool down. "The only way you're gonna come tonight is if you say the name on your mind right now."

"S-S..."

"Sorry, I didn't catch that."

"-ng please-"

"and I wanted to fill you up so fucking much right now." 

"Seong-hwa..."

Fuck. You froze in place for a moment, almost forgetting your need, focused on his reaction. When you were about to turn and face him, you felt him grab your hair in one hand and slowly thrust all the way in, tearing up your walls as he bottomed down inside you with a grunt. 

"Then you better take it."

The pace in which he pounded into you was brutal from the beginning. The obscene, wet sounds of his hips smacking into your dripping cunt were only muffled by your own hard and incoherent moans.

San's cock was all too familiar to you, but your freaking mind managed to make it feel so much different as flashes of Seonghwa's face crossed your mind. You still felt San, but you could clearly see Seonghwa's contorted expression as he mercilessly hammered you. You could feel his dick throbbing every time you squeezed around him, your core aching for release with every deep groan that escaped his lips when he reached your deepest spot.

"I c-can't- I'mm gonna cumm"

San pulled on your hair, bringing you closer to his body, shifting the angle his cock drove into you. 

"Say it. Say the name-"

"S-Seonng-hwWaaaAaa"

You came hard with Seonghwa's name on your lips, shaking uncontrollably under San, your juices dripping from his twitching cock to your trembling legs.

"fuckfuckfuck I'll fill you up ssso good -shiiit, I'm cominggghfd"

San came inside you in a few deep thrusts. He stayed in place breathing while both of you regained your breath, his cum slowly running form you around his softening cock and to the kitchen floor.

"Ok, what was that...?"

He barely gave you time to turn before pulling up his boxers to leave. You tried to grab a hold of his wrist, but he managed to slide away from your grip, not stopping to look at you until he was almost on the hallway.

"I hope you two had fun today." he said, wearing the weirdest, darkest face as he turned again and headed for your bedroom.

"San!! SHIT."

You got up to follow him, wanting to scream at him for making this stupid game, wanting to scream at Seonghwa for the mess he made out of you two, wanting to scream at yourself for every life decision you made in these last hours, wanting to cry and break something and throw stuff and-

But something stopped you on your tracks, making your heart sink heavily on your chest.

On the barstool next to where San stood, you found your cellphone unblocked. On the screen, a still ongoing call – Park Seonghwa, 23min 17s.

You reached your cold-sweating hands to the phone.

23min 18s.

How... Why... When did San...?

23min 19s.

"S-Seonghwa, I..."

23min 20s

A short, trembling breath from the other side. Then nothing.

Call ended.

[aloy97]

theories episode 13 ( amour sucrè)

Team castiel: Certainly and I put my hand on the fire Candy  will spend much of the episode to console castiel with his perennial syndrome of "we can't be together, it's difficult, distance is a problem" .... As a result we will have a  “  stressed candy ,who would like to claim her banana but can't because castiel prefers to behave like a  fucking  “ the  lady.”

theory n ° 2: Debrah coff coff, sorry  yeelen, will return to the attack realizing that VERY probably castiel finally fucks someone  and in revenge will kidnap  candy , by closing it in a basement without food, for the rest of its useless existence. Or continue to get caught for the ass and the candy will learn to ride a horse. (if you know what i mean).

Alexy: he will continue to praise his platonic love coff coff for Morgan (we all know that he is together just because he looks like kentin coff coff) and because he can finally say he is no longer a virgin. Maybe the only hole virgin will be his ears .

Rosalya: Probably like a psycho  mum, rather than trying again to get pregnant, she will adopt a child and force candy to bear him/she because that bitch will go  shopping. As a result, the baby sitter(candy), how if she wents out of real time, will tell every person "I didn't know I was pregnant, ". The news will be magnified and turned around so much that the boy will receive a call from  X person  that will make him lose 10 years of life and a ticket to Mexico or if you prefer to honolulu along with merlin wizard.

Chani: Chani: she’ll come back just to kick our ass, because we’re not capable to do basically nothing, excepting cry like a baby and stress people LIKE US, with her mental thoughts..Which  doesn’t  us give  a fuck.

Team nathaniel: It will surely be a good start to the relationship, PFFFF. it will be enough to turn the corner to go back to the far west and in some style with criminal minds, complete with a pistol up the ass. This While  nathaniel will be busy selling rosemary and talcum to the Junkies , because the 10 euro pizza costs !.

Amber: she will rise from her regal tomb, I meant sorry bed, and will realize that nathaniel no longer accesses youporn for 1 week and will ask herself a few questions .First surely if he has not suddenly become gay or if he has not gotten someone pregnant?

Kim: noticing the exponential increase in weight of the candy  she will come to the classroom with a whip, threatening to return immediately to the gym. NAHH It ‘s not true, it’s only because she is poor and must somehow survive.

Melody: after checking also how many times professor zaidi goes to the toilet and having powdered his nose and received a two of spades from the professor, he will start eating like an Australian whale, gaining weight of 100kg. Because melody will discover that zaidi likes sumo Consequently it will become a barrel and will fall down the stairs clogging up all the bathrooms of the university after the heavy humiliation.

Priya: she will drag the candy to a gay pride, making her get drunk, then sodomize her in the bathrooms of a nightclub and then vent all her sexual frustration about her, because Olivia suddenly realized she loved the cucumber too.

Option 2: Priya now that she is no longer single, will consider castrating every cucumber  who even dares to touch his girlfriend and put horse laxatives on all the bitches who look at candie’s  ass and  boobs. .

Hyun: he will say goodbye to handkerchiefs and soap to lubricate his cock, buying an inflatable doll on amazon and all this because he has to practice with candy ... in all this he will forget about porn magazines inside his backpack, during the history lesson with lebardi and he will be taken for his ass, for the rest of his life. And Clementina will dismiss him because he is too precious a boy for her and  innocent to act like that.

Clementina: she will discover virginity at risk of her beloved hyun and she will go into depression or try to kill the cleaver armed with the excuse, with the excuse that she is a mentally ill, hoping that nobody will stop her. She will be arrested and deprived of all her hidden sex toys even in her office, complete with photos of the hyun wearing an unbuttoned shirt.

 Team rayan: It will be extremely difficult for rayan not to innocently palpate his  candy during the lesson. Zaidi  decide after his lesson to went to  the bathrooms to saw off him self,  because during the lesson  , candy while she  stands up  ,she    loose her skirt . Zaidi after   be remain sitting 2h, with the tower of Pisa instead of the penis, the situation must be taken in hand.

NB: it's all purely ironic , don’t worry i don't know what 'll happen

[journalofjourneysonplanetearth]

Day 30

19.08.19

After a really good night sleep in the upper bunk of the bunk bed, I got up and enjoyed breakfast whit Susie talking some more. Katharina was already up and as I assumed right went for a bit of a walk.

We said goodbye, stopped at the bakery Sam works at, to grab something for the road and we got some bread from him yesterday as he said they would have just throw it away.

The we took a bit of a detour, around 30 minutes detour, bc Katharina didn’t want to pay 2$ to cross the bridge from Bingen to Hood River. So we went all the way back and around to go and see Little Crater Lake at Mt. Hood.

Katharina read some more from the Saga, we are now somewhere in chapter 7 only 3 more chapters till the end of book 2.

Sam told us about that, and that the trail there is part of the Pacific Crest Trail he walked a few years ago.

And what a glorious thing that little lake is. It is crystal clear, and has beautiful blue to light turquoise colors as it gets deeper, but you can see all the way to the bottom.

If you are ever in that area, I highly recommend see that.

Right now I’m sitting at the Timothy Lake as we walked a bit further through the woods on the Pacific Crest Trail. You could have a dip in the water but the wind is a bit chilly and as I do have a bit of a stuffed nose, I think it’s bc of the cooler nights in the car and maybe a bit of the AC in the car yesterday, I maybe will only let my feet enjoy the freshness of the lake.

Next stop is Portland where I finally get to see Roman, Monica and their little doggie Cooper. See you guys at the next paragraph! ;)

Another topic I wanted to tell you guys, bc it’s a bit of a funny one. The last day we spent in Yellowstone I googled the English word “elk” which does not mean “Elch” in german, no it means “Rothirsch” so as ppl the first day told us that elks are crossing the river, we thought, no that is not en Elk bc we thought it was the English word for “Elch” turns out the English translation for “Elch” is “Moose” so, we did see a lot of elks but we didn’t see a moose.

Ok, we gonna go and take the last 2h to Portland in a few.

We arrived somewhere in Portland because my phone decided to take us to a different street then I put in, after asking around my phone decided to finally find the right address, but hey we got to Roman and Monica so yay.

We hugged we talked went out for dinner and I took a shower.

Now I’m in bed and a really comfortable bed and can’t wait to relax tomorrow.

Lots of love, M