#luckily! same time sleep so going to bed earlier today

[giannaln4]

GIANNA'S KINKTOBER '24 SEASON

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Kinktober day three.

Special video (2.1k words)

summary: Lando was away for race week, leaving you needy alone, so you had to come up with a plan to tease him from the other side of the world.

warnings: NSFW, +18, smut, MDNI, masturbation

Sure, being away from your boyfriend for long periods of time sucked; you were constantly missing each other and most of your communication relied on texts, phone calls, and face time. Although sometimes, it was so much easier to tease him this way, and you couldn't deny you loved it. Maybe a little too much.

Today you were feeling especially needy, and Lando was on the other side of the world for race weekend, so why not have a little fun? 

It was really late where you were, and you knew he was just about to start media day, so sending him a little something couldn’t hurt anybody. 

You were wearing his favourite piece of lingerie, the bedside table next to you adorned with a few lit candles that set the perfect mood for the night. You went on your back and started to run your hands down your body, just the way he would if he were there, and once you got to the hem of the piece of fabric that was covering your pussy, you slid a hand in, allowing your fingers to run through your folds and collecting your juices. 

A soft moan left your lips when you got to your clit, and with that, you decided to take a picture, with your full body on display. Snap. It looked good, great even, so without thinking twice, you sent it.

Y/N: [Attachment: 1 photo]

Lando felt his phone buzz, smiling when he saw your name on the screen. He was a little confused because he knew it was late back home, but he thought maybe you just couldn't sleep. He tapped the notification and boy did his eyes widen when he saw the picture.

There was no way you were touching yourself while he was away, right? He quickly closed his messages app and looked around him, worried someone might have caught him, but luckily, everyone was too busy going over today’s schedule. 

He opened it again, this time clicking on the picture to fully analyse it. He cursed under his breath as his eyes took you in: your body, the lighting, his favourite lingerie, your hand disappearing under it... everything. Fuck.

Y/N: Miss you xx

Another message from you. He couldn’t stop his cock to twitch inside his pants, knowing exactly what he would do to you if you were in the same bed. 

“Okay, Lando, we have to get started,” he heard someone from his team almost yell at him to get his attention. Whatever you had planned had to wait, he thought. 

Lando: You are in big trouble

You saw the text appear, smiling because you knew your plan was working. Now you just had to send something more provocative to really get him going because you needed him to respond with something more than just that, you needed to know you actually drove him out of his mind, so you grabbed your phone and tried to find the best place to put it. Once you found the perfect angle and started recording, you laid across the big bed and opened your legs, your core centred to the camera as you did the same thing you did earlier.

You ran your hands across your body, but with more patience this time, stopping at your breasts to give them a few squeezes before uncovering one of them, playing with your nipple. This caused a soft moan to leave your lips, his name following shortly after. 

Your eyes were closed, and as your hand kept playing with your boob, your other one kept exploring further down your body. Except this time, you didn’t stop at your pussy. You kept going to carress your thighs, lingering there for a few moments until you started rubbing your clothed core. 

“Lan,” you moaned, imagining it was him touching you. You kept playing with yourself like that, but you needed more. You pushed your panties to the side and started running your fingers again, even a louder moan echoing through the room. “Mhm, wish you were here, baby.”

You introduced a finger as your thumb stayed rubbing your needy clit, quickly setting a pace for yourself. You were usually loud, and Lando knew that very well, but you wanted to put on a show for him, so why not take it up a notch? 

A string of pornographic moans could be heard, your phone perfectly capturing all of them. The thought of him being in the middle of an important press conference while you sent him this video turned you on even more, which drove you closer to your release. 

Your other hand left your boobs, moving it down to play with your bundle of nerves instead so you could use more fingers, your pace quickening as your orgasm was closer and closer to you. The sounds were filthy, not only from your moans but from how wet you were, and soon you found yourself stumbling over the edge, coming all over your fingers. 

You slowed down and stopped moving when you came down from your high, cleaning your fingers with your mouth as you crawled over to where your phone was.

“I hope you like it, baby,” you whispered before stopping the recording.

Lando couldn’t stop thinking about the picture you sent. He was having a hard time concentrating in the questions he was being asked, and even if he knew exactly what his answer was, he struggled to let the words out. Some people seemed to notice something was off, but of course they never imagined what was actually going through his mind.

“Everything okay, mate?” Oscar, who had been sitting beside him the whole time, asked him. Lando just nodded and gave him his best innocent smile.

“All good,” he lied.

The interview couldn't go quick enough, and he felt even more impatient when he felt his phone buzz again. Not once, but twice. He was itching to pull it out and see what other things you had planned, how far you would go to tease him, but he didn’t want to be called out, so he had to wait.

As soon as they were dismissed, he took it out, his face tinting a shade of pink when he read your messages.

Y/N: [Attachement: 1 video]

Y/N: Wish you were here.

Oh no. 

He quickly stood up from his seat, Oscar running close after him. “You sure you are okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back.” He was making his way back to the McLaren hospitality for a quick break before their next interview. 

“Where are you going?” 

“To the bathroom, I’m not feeling well.”

He nearly sprinted there, locking himself in the bathroom and sitting in the closed toilet. He took a deep breath as he opened your messages.

Wow, you looked so beautiful that Lando swore he could come from just the first few seconds, but as soon as you positioned yourself in front of the camera, he knew it was over.

At this point, he didn’t care about anything but you, so he didn’t think twice about pushing his pants and underwear down and grabbing his throbbing cock.

He admired the way your hands explored your body, wishing he was the one doing that. He squeezed himself every time you squeezed your boobs, almost salivating at the sight. Although he wasn’t putting much pressure on it, at least the relief he was getting was something, but everything changed when he heard you moan his name, the shaky whimper coming out of his phone.

“Shit,” he said as he turned the volume down, cursing himself for not carrying his headphones with him. Little did he know, he definitely would need them.

As your hand travelled further down, he started pumping his length, collecting the precum that was leaking from his tip and spreading everywhere. And when you finally touched yourself where you needed it the most, that’s when he started to pick up his pace. 

Once again, you moaned his name, making him whimper as his hand worked on his cock. He quickly stopped himself from making more sounds, but as soon as you pushed your panties to the side and started making more sounds, he stopped caring. Not fully, but enough to let a few of his own slip out.

His hips bucked into his fist when you inserted one finger, sweat already forming in his forehead as his eyes shut for a split second, but of course he didn’t wanna miss the masterpiece you sent him, so he opened them again and scanned your entire body.

God, he missed you; he missed touching you and being the one that made you make all those faces, those noises... another one, a loud whimper left your lips and he couldn’t help but let another one out as his hand moved up and down. He placed his phone on his thigh and guided his now-free hand to cup his balls as he kept stroking himself.

The new added sensation made him almost lose his mind and give in completely, but he couldn’t possibly, not when he hasn’t seen you cum all over your fingers yet.

He slowed his fist down, bringing his thumb to go over his tip a few times before slowly going down again, going back up when he reached the base. He did this a few times, but he wasn’t able to wait another second, so he just speeded up, squeezing his cock any time you squeezed your own fingers with you pussy, imagining it was him you had trapped down there.

His eyes were flickering between the screen and his cock trapped in his hand, and for a moment, he completely forgot where he was. He saw you stumble over your own movements, and he knew that meant you were close, so he pushed his shirt all the way up and picked up an abnormal pace, driving him closer. 

He was almost there, and he knew you were too, so as soon as your orgasm started to hit you, he did everything in his power to make it feel like he was with you. He spat on his cock, spreading the new wetness with his fist, as if your juices were coating him as he squeezed himself exactly like you would. This made him lose complete control. The way he was bucking up his own hand and more and more broken breaths left his pink lips was something you wished you could have seen. 

A particular hard squeeze made him arch his back and drop his phone, but his mind was far away from caring. He just stoked himself a few more times before he finally spilled his release on his hand, coating his thighs and part of his tummy. He stopped moving almost completely, allowing himself to come back to earth as his eyes still managed to catch his screen that was now on the floor, watching you lick your fingers clean and crawl to your phone. Fuck.

Lando took a moment to catch his breath before cleaning himself and picking up his phone, shaking his head at the fact that he ran to the bathroom to touch himself because he just couldn’t wait until he was back at the hotel. The power you had over him never failed to amaze him.

He took a long stare at the mirror; did he look like he just jerked off? Definitely, and trying his best to fix his hair and wash his face did not help, but he knew there were people probably looking for him to move on to the next interview, so he had no time left.

Locking his phone, he finally left the small bathroom.

“I hope you are feeling better,” Oscar said, his arms crossed as he watched Lando shut the door behind him.

“Are you kidding? Have you been out here this entire time?”

“Uh- no.” Oscar was quick to respond, his face burning as his teammate walked past him.

“Whatever, let’s go back.” He responded, rolling his eyes and pulling out his phone one more time. 

Back home, you were almost ready to go to bed. You were dying to know what Lando would say of your little video. Would he wait? Did he watch it? You wanted nothing more than to be there to see his exact reaction to everything you did, and you wondered if he would ever send you one of those videos of himself. 

As you put out the last candle, you saw your phone lit up. A big smile appeared on your face when you read Lando’s message.

Lando: You have no idea what I’ll do to you when I’m back home.

Lando: Also I’m pretty sure Oscar just heard me jerk off to your video.

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[wandasfavv]

Shy

Wanda x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your girlfriend’s loving nature just makes you want to do anything that she asks.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Soft!Mommy!WandaxFem!Reader, shy reader obvi, dom/sub, strap on(r receiving), oral to strap, light pet play(bunny ears), humiliation w/ praise, Wanda’s sosososo in love omg

Tag: @flkwh0re

You woke up to the feeling of nails softly clawing your scalp as a familiar and sweet floral scent filled your senses. With your eyes tiredly opening, you saw pale yet warm skin in front of you, littered with small and almost microscopic birthmarks you recognized all too well. Wanda’s bare chest was only millimeters away from your face, and despite the comfortable position, you moved your head a bit away as you wanted to see her face instead of just the sharp curve of her jaw looking upward.

Awake, she felt your movements under the sheets as she had her arms wrapped around your body. Wanda loosened up and allowed you to shift, tilting her head down to take a look at you as she hadn’t the entire time she was lost in thought rather than still sleeping. Straight away, she was met with your sleepy state, dopey eyes and puffy lips. Her nose scrunched up with a smile as she found it so adorable, and every morning she did. “Goodmorning, sweetheart.”

“Goodmorning… how long were you awake?” You questioned with rasp, looking at how pretty she was even just being in bed with tangled hair. You noticed the way her cheek bones were so perfectly structured and suited the rest of her features, wanting to just lean up and kiss every part of her. She of course felt the same way with you, just expressing it more as she actually did it.

“Not long, I just wanted to hold you for a little while,” she replied moving down a bit to reach your face and place lovable pecks around your mouth, all too quick for you reciprocate. Since her arm was snaked around your torso, her other one was underneath you as the hand connected was gently pawing at your soft hair. “We should stay in today, cook and maybe watch a movie together later,” she said, her husky voice a bit more prominent as it was early.

You nodded in agreement with her suggestion, finding it perfect and ideal as today was finally a free one for both of you. For the past week the you two were moderately busy. You knew how stressed she’s been with work, and you also wanted to make the most of the day. So to start it off, you initiated a heated kiss, wanting it to become and build up to more like most other mornings. Maybe her relieving herself by making you cu-

“Cmon, we should get out of bed,” Wanda said, quickly pulling away from the short lasting smack with an innocent smile. You made an obvious confused expression, but the woman ignored it as she released you from her embrace and got up from the sunken mattress. Looking up at her as she stood, you kept yourself in the same position since you were just planning on convincing her to go back under the blanket that you felt trapped under. Unfortunately for you, she only bent down to pull you up gently by the arm, saying “Let’s go take shower together, too.”

With that, your face lightened up as you began to consider that maybe she wanted to do something there instead. You quickly got up along with her help, and soon trailed behind. Once the two of you were in the bathroom, Wanda turned the shower faucet on, letting it become warmer before getting in. She let it run as she put out a hand under and felt for the right temperature. Luckily, it was quick and she allowed herself in first, getting of ahold of your hand to have you carefully step in. She was just so gentle with you, making sure you were always safe.

The moment the water made contact with your skin that was beginning to become chilly earlier, you suddenly forgot all about the cozy bed. Your body relaxed and in replacement of your thoughts, you went back the idea of pleasing Wanda. She looked at you as the water started to flatten your hair, but you also noticed how her eyes trailed down. Maybe it was now that she wanted to-

Before you knew it, she turned away and grabbed the bottle of shampoo, squirting some on her hand. Then she faced you again and immediately slathered the soap onto your head, though lightly. You again made a look as your eyebrows furrowed, but it soon went away as Wanda made it.

“Close your eyes for me,” she softly ordered, her fingers throughly and without much force, rubbing your scalp. You felt like melting under her despite the slight confusion of how she was being so… sweet. Sure she was like this all the time, but it felt a little different now. Especially since she hasn’t tried to do anything sexual with you like usual, only pampering and making you feel good in other ways.

She kept this up for a couple more minutes, and in honesty, you didn’t want it end. But of course it had to. Turning the shower head off, she grabbed a towel for you first, wrapping it around for you as you stood there letting her without little protest. Though, you did attempt to tell Wanda that you’re able to at least dry your hair yourself, but you were still met by her refusing and persuading you as she did all the work, telling you that she just wanted to take care of her sweet girl. And then this continued the rest day, you conflicted yet so warm and bubbly inside from how cared for you felt.

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By the time dinner arrived, Wanda kept herself busy in the kitchen, cooking one of your favorite dishes. And you, feeling unusually more needy, went through and stood by her. She noticed and felt a whoosh of air brush by her, indicating you were there, and so she turned her head away from the stove and towards you. She had a smile plastered on her face, gently glowing from the brightness of the light above her.

“Do you need any help..?” You asked meekly, your hands clasped together behind you as you stared over to the pot and then back to her. Wanda only shook her head, but found the way you were beginning to act endearing.

“Nope,” she started, setting aside the utensil she was using to stir before shifting her whole body in your direction. She stretched out her arms, grabbing you unexpectedly by your waist and picking you up high enough to place you on the marble counter. “Just sit pretty here for me, princess.”

Wanda stood between your legs and tilted her head up to peck your nose, lightly pinching your soft cheeks too, and making them heat up slightly. You listened and sat there until she was done, kicking your feet and swaying as you spoke and adorably ranted about random things that came to mind. And so, you didn’t notice the way Wanda looked at you. But how could you when you didn’t the entire morning till now.

Ever since she woke up, her mind was plagued with what she had in stored for today. Pushing you into this subby headspace. For what felt like so long, she planned on having you all to herself as she made sure that you’d be as agreeable as possible. Unbeknownst to you, Wanda had a lot more wants in the bedroom, and it was now that she wanted to test them out with you. But to do that, she needed you to be as needy as her, which at this point might be impossible.

Her hand came up to her neck to scratch as an itch came. With her set of eyes shifting between the task she was doing and you, all she had in her head was what’s been making her excited and filled with anticipation. The whole day so far, she had to hold herself back from indulging in anything. Every time you looked up at her with that cute little pleading face she wanted to break character and take you, but she needed to stay in check to ensure that you’d be fine for later. She knew how worn out you get after sex, so she couldn’t have you so early on, even if you were acting so appealing.

Wanda was barely able to focus on absolutely anything else other than the intrusive thoughts of corrupting your innocent sweet self. The way you were being now was already so perfect, needy yet a little air headed. She honestly could’ve went with it and had you do anything at that moment, but there was still something she wanted to do to really hit the nail. To make you as flustered as possible.

So once the two of you had an ordinary dinner, Wanda only gently placing her hand on your thigh under the table, she told you to go pick any movies of your liking while she insisted on cleaning. At first you wanted to refuse and help her, but you knew she’d just coax you into not doing it. And so you were there on the couch, clueless, waiting for her as you set up the tv. Skipping through the many selections of films, you found none of them interesting. But then again all you had in mind was Wanda.

Speaking of her, she came around the corner of couch, sitting beside you on the soft cushions. Her arm reached behind you on your lower back, pulling you in by the waist to snuggle up with her. By that action, your head was made to lean against your shoulder. But then her other hand came up to cup the side of your face that wasn’t pressed up, making you look up at her as she spoke with that sweet loving tone.

“Do you need mommy to do anything else for you, sweetie?”

You froze hearing that word, that name. You’ve never heard her say it in such a non sexual way, yet it made you just as nervous and immediately hot. Your face burned as you looked at her, only to see a normal expression as she stared back with a small curve of her pretty lips. “U-Um no, I’m fine…” you replied with a quiet mumble, turning back to the television screen that shined brightly in the dark atmosphere of the living room despite the sun still out.

Once you looked away, Wanda smirked to herself and pulled you slightly closer. She knew this would be your breaking point, where your head is the most fogged up and thoughtless. And she was right of course. Your entire body felt weird, like it couldn’t help but slightly tremble, some areas more than others. It was similar to chills, except heat replaced the coolness. Even the clothes you wore seemed to tighten around you, making it difficult to breathe the right way. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Wanda…”

“Hm?” She hummed, answering you as she turned back again to look down. She saw how flushed you were, your eyes in a daze. You lightly tugged on her shirt, too, and it made her own stomach flutter.

“Can we… you know,” you tried hinting at what you wanted, too embarrassed to say it out loud. Yet Wanda insisted you should, teasing you in the process as she held a slight smile.

“I don’t think I know, honey. Just tell me.”

“Mm can we- um do something besides watch a movie?”

“Like what?” She continued to egg you on, knowing how nervous you get, and especially shy. But she loved to see it.

Your brows frowned once you sensed her teasing, making you pout with a slight puff in one cheek. It made Wanda’s smug face contort into a knowing grin as she snickered quietly. Then she talked for you.

“You want me to take care of you?

You nodded slowly at her question, your face still ablaze. Your thighs also began to squeeze together to ease the feeling between. “Please… mommy,” you mumbled under breath, looking away from her gaze after as you felt like shrinking. Wanda’s eyes widened hearing you, her heart beginning to race too. She really did have you now.

Peeling herself from you and standing up from the couch, she took ahold of your hand to get up and follow her as she led the way to the bedroom. Once you two were in, she gestured you to sit on the bed, also walking in the same direction but standing once you sat. Contemplating you, she asked a simple question.

“Can you do mommy one little favor?”

You looked up at her, curious as she asked somewhat hesitantly. Noticing the way she licked her lips, you figured it was something she’s been thinking about for some time. So you nodded, wanting to just do whatever. That way you could get what you wanted quicker.

She turned away from where you sat for a moment, towards the nightstand by her side of the bed. Pulling the top drawer open, her other hand reached in to grab an object before slowly taking it out. Then you saw what it was, bunny ears. Wanda went back to her original position, facing you now as she held the fuzzy accessory in front of you.

“Wear this for me, please?”

Wanda figured you’d be uncertain, maybe finding the idea ridiculous, but today was different. You were already so light headed and pliable, she knew you’d be more likely to agree now more than any other time. Ergo, she was met with your hand gently coming up to take the larger ears from her. Before you could though, she stopped you. “Let me put them on you.”

Your hand backed away and fell back down onto the bed, allowing her to place it on your head instead. Wanda spread the band of the ears open, letting it be wide enough to comfortably wrap around the top half. The ends were soft behind your real ears, and you actually enjoyed the feeling despite the lingering thoughts of being self conscious. But they were buried within your clouded mind, proving Wanda right. She was also enjoying the sight before her, yet that was maybe an understatement.

Her teeth bit on her lower lip as she carefully put them on you and not just from her preciseness but rather other reasons- because of how good you were for listening and the way you looked. For however long, shes been waiting to see you adorned as such. She was obsessed with the way it sat on top, one ear perked up while the other was slightly down. The light pink of the inner part contrasted with the brighter outer white, suiting and complementing the rest of your appearance. Wanda breathed out heavily, taking her hands off of you before looking away for a moment, and ordering you in tender manner, “Undress while Mommy puts on her strap, okay?”

The second she brought that up, you felt as if that one fake limp ear could’ve lifted in pure excitement. Again, you quickly listened to her and took off every single piece of fabric on you. You watched her mirror you, except strapping on a silicone toy to her center. The temperature of your face rose as you stared, examining how big the familiar piece was. You’ve taken it plenty of times to know how much damage it could do if Wanda wasn’t careful, but you had no worries at this moment, only thinking about her finally making you and herself feel good after a long day of deprivation.

Your eyes trailed her movements as she moved to sit down at the edge of the bed, then looking up at you before telling you to go and sit between her legs which were already spread apart. You took a few steps, going between her two limbs before bending down and kneeling. With your bottom pressed against the heels of your feet, you politely had your hands on your lap as you waited for her to tell you what to do. Although, you already had a sense of where this was going.

“Why don’t you get mommy’s cock ready? You can take your time,” she uttered softly, looking down and softly grasping your chin in which moved in her hold as you nodded again. She smiled at you, moving the strap to have the tip pressed against your lips. At that, you opened your mouth wide enough to take some of it in. However, you backed away nervously, letting it leave once it became too much. It was your first time doing this, sucking or even having her in your mouth. She noticed your hesitance, and only wheedled her way to make you more willing. “It’s ok, it’ll fit baby. You trust me right?”

You shyly hummed a yes, before you felt her make you open up again, this time her taking the lead and putting her hand behind your head as she slowly put her strap in your mouth. A loose strand of hair was out till she gently put it behind your ear. It was around a little more than two inches deep that you heard her praise.

“There you go, you’re taking it so well bunny.”

Your eyes widened, looking up at her. The new found pet name made a wave of arousal throughout your body, some of it slipping out of you and spreading its way around your inner thighs. You made a small whimper around her as she pushed your head down farther, and it had you shut your eyes as well. That was until you felt her lightly tap your face, making you open them again. “Keep looking up at me baby.”

You did as she said, with a doe-eyed appearance. Wanda bit lightly on her tongue, trying to find ways to control herself and not drive into your pretty mouth deeper than you can handle. You were just so so adorable, obeying her as you looked the way you did. Instead of pushing her hips up, she continued to bring your head down, making it hit the back of your throat as you gagged. Tears quickly pricked up. The intense eye contact was difficult to keep up despite the growing need, but you wanted to please the woman you loved.

Drool found its way around your lips, some of it dripping down to your chin as Wanda continued to make you choke on her. She didn’t think she could last another second of seeing you like this without actually applying more force with her body, so she pulled your head away by your hair from the back, making sure to not mess up the clean look of the bunny ears at least. She wiped the saliva off your face after the strap left your mouth with a small pop. Wanda then guided you to go on top of her, straddling her lap in a gradual manner.

“Mommy’s gonna make you feel really good, but I need you to do one more thing, okay?” she muttered, placing her hands underneath your thighs to pull up enough to have the top of her cock to press against your center. She felt the slickness, too, then leisurely lowering you. Most of it was in as you softly moaned, staring down at it disappearing within you. Wanda did the same before looking back up, placing her hands on your hips. You clenched your jaw, the feeling of her length inside you a bit larger than you remembered as she adjusted underneath you.

“Mommy, I-it’s big…”

“I know, I know… just go up and down. Can you do that? Bounce on mommy’s cock?” she spoke with a condescending tone, as if you really were a pet. Still, her words made you squeeze tighter around her, and it was enough to persuade you. You timidly mumbled a small “ok” and languidly lifted yourself up and then went back down, the tip pressing against your cervix already.

Wanda watched every movement you made, her eyes trailing from your center all the way up to the tip of the cutesy ears. As the sun was beginning to set, the soft yellow glow shined through the curtains of the window, making your skin have that certain golden hour look. She was in awe with how everything went accordingly. As you rode her strap, the singular drooped ear bounced along with you, flopping up and down. A part of you felt humiliated at the thought of Wanda seeing you like this, so you looked anywhere but her. She noticed it though.

“What, bunny? Are you shy?” her voice sounded like it dripped with honey. You let out a quiet whine of her name, the hold on her shoulders changing into your arms wrapped around her neck instead as you buried your face into the crook of it. Wanda lightly chuckled as she saw you getting more embarrassed, and rested her chin on you as she moved a bit closer to your ear. Her hand came up smoothly against your back, rubbing it to calm your nerves.

“Aw you are… you can’t even look me my sweet girl,” she said teasingly, and it only made you screw your eyes shut as you kept your face there. The combination of the smell of her perfume and her small gestures on your body made you dizzy. You were still riding her strap, though slower now, and Wanda let it happen as she waited for you to be a bit more docile.

After a minute or two passed, she moved the hand that was comfortingly on your back to the side of your face, leaning back to get you out of that position. Wanda made you look directly at her, and then you noticed how out of it she looked too. Once she was able to see you, her eyes became completely blown out, her pupils black with a thin ring of light green around them. Suddenly, you felt a harsher grip on your waist that lifted you up a bit, only to be met with Wandas hips roughly snapping upward. You winced and let out a small cry, your hands closing up in fists from the sharp pain. “M-Mommy slower, please…”

“Fuck, I’m sorry baby,” she huffed out, gulping down as she kept her gaze on you. With your eyebrows pulled together and your eyes glossed over from the continuous remarks she made about you, she couldn’t help but feel some sort of cute aggression take over her. She kept thrusting into your pussy, though less harder than the first thrust, as you let out noises on top of her. Her bottom lip quivered with need, uttering “you’re so cute, I can’t help it.”

As you began to ease up to the feeling and size, your mewls turned into pleasurable moans. Wanda took it as a sign to quicken her pace under you, and once she did, she also pulled you down onto her. The impact of it hit a spot you didn’t even know of. Her breathing sped up into pants, “I don’t think mommy can hold herself back anymore…”

Consequently, her strap aggressively fucking into your cunt made you dumbfounded. Wanda could’ve barely kept it together, and to take out some of her sexual frustration, she came forward and bit the lower part of your neck. The soft flesh becoming easily punctured, and causing you to whimper more. “Shhh, I know, it’s so hard to think when my cocks so deep inside you,” she pulled away from the now bruised spot, and made your head tilt down to allow her lips to crash into yours. The make out was rushed and hungry, moans spilling from both of you. A trail of spit followed suit as Wanda drew back. “But it’s ok, you don’t have to think right now. Just be a good dumb bunny for mommy.”

You shakily nodded, not even sure of what she meant. At this point you’ve gone fully non verbal, another sign to Wanda that she could just about do whatever she wanted with you. So compliant and easy, she was fucking obsessed with you. Her eyes continued to zero in on your expression and the white fuzzed up ears, which made her force herself into you rougher and deeper. She was even letting out her own soft groans similar to your noises.

The built up feeling within your burning tummy was starting to unravel as Wanda continuously hit your g-spot. You held tightly on her shoulders for stability, letting her just take out all of her frustrations on your sore but greedy pussy. She was getting a lot more brutal than what you’d expect. The room was filled with the sounds of squelching, skin coming into contact, and heavy breathing. Your fingers began to curl into her skin, making your nails painfully dig in and signaling her that were extremely close to cumming.

“Are you gonna make a mess on mommy’s lap? Yeah I bet you are...” she panted in your ear again with the prior higher pitched tone, making you tighten impossibly more around her cock. Still, she able to push through. The moment those words left her mouth, you shook your head yes vigorously. Wanda would usually make you beg and ask for permission, but she knew the state you were in right now. “Mhm, cum for me bunny.”

On command you shuddered above her, a wet mess leaving you and around her strap. The sensation you felt was almost unbearable, just so sensitive, yet amazing as your brain had nothing to think about. Your climax was all that you hoped for after such a long tedious day of teasing. It made you feel the fire at the pit of your stomach burn at its peak. Immediately, you fell limp on top as your legs shakily gave up from its support. But Wanda kept you up, enough for her to still bury herself into you and letting you ride out your orgasm.

Once it fully passed and started to overstimulate, you whined and made her stop. Thankfully she did, even if a part of her wanted to do more to your poor body. Her arms wrapped around your middle and made your chest, which was rising in and out rapidly, press against the side of her face. She comfortingly held you like this for a moment, making sure you caught your breath as she listened to sound of your heartbeat. Her head then moved back up to look at you, “You’re so good, sweetie. Mommy’s perfect girl.” She spoke with tenderness, making sure you continued to stay in that floaty headspace even after, especially after.

You couldn’t help but lean down and place a chaste kiss to her lips unexpectedly. But Wanda sensed your clinginess per usual. As you detached, her mouth formed into a smile, the one you loved so much as the lines around the sides became more noticeable.

“I love you so much, you have no idea,” she murmured. Even as the sun began to become out of sight, you knew her cheeks were red. She placed more feather like kisses around your neck and up your jaw. She didn’t think you’d respond back, so she kept on the aftercare and words of praise. “My shy little bunny, so perfect.”

You blushed profusely as you felt a flutter in your lower stomach, the name making you more giddy despite the many uses of it already. You still needed more time to get used to it- that is if you ever will.

“I love you too mommy…”

Your meek voice caught her off guard, but it turned purely sweet as her grin grew larger. She held your face again, kissing you another time, this time longer. Look at you still trying so hard to please her.

It was obvious that Wanda would’ve done anything for you. And it was the same with you, of course. So likely, next time she’ll have you doing another thing for her the same way as today. Maybe an additional fluffy tail that she already had in mind.

[tired-teacher-blog]

denki kaminari finds out his s/o thinks his voice is attractive/it turns them on? please, and thank you so much

Melodious temptation

Characters : Kaminari Denki/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Sexual Intercourse/ Fluff/ One shot

Notes : Thank you for the lovely request cutie though I'm truly sorry it took me too long to deliver, but I still hope you enjoy my input.

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_ "Hello gorgeous." a shiver runs up your spine at the sound of his voice mouthing the words straight into your ear.

It's a habit of his to whisper sweetly, and seductively, just so he could sense the breath hitching in your throat everytime he does.

_ "Oh, h.. hi." and there you are, failing to maintain your composure yet again.

His hands move up your shirt, and his chin rests on your shoulder as you finish up rinsing the last plate, "I'm done folding the laundry honey, so can we go to bed now?"

_ "Wha.. yeah, yeah sure." it's almost comical to be frank, that you're barely able to hold on to your sanity whenever he's being this way, does he even realize the extent of his behavior on you? The heat pooling in the pit of your belly or the electrifying throbbing in your deepest depth? Does it ever cross his mind that in moments like these, all you could think about is being trapped beneath his large body while he pounds you into oblivion?

Probably not, luckily..

_ "Denki.." you start cautiously as he plops down on the bed with you, pausing for a bit until hearing the cheerful "huh?" moving past his lips before you decide to carry on, "how was work today?"

He shifts a little to face you and blinks a few times but says nothing, the confusion plastered across his face is understandable though, as he has already answered that same question of yours over dinner just a few hours ago.

_ "Is everything okay sweetheart? Were you not paying attention to me earlier? That's brutal you know." and he finally regains that familiar bright smile you adore.

_ "Of course I was!" you sit up at once, strained shoulders shaking slightly and hands fisting the bedsheet beneath you, "let's just go to sleep okay?" you feign nonchalance and kiss his lips softly before turning on your side and squeezing your eyes shut in a futile attempt to escape the interrogation you know is coming, but for a while it doesn't, coaxing a sigh of relief to leave your chest as you finally start to relax.

_ "Wanna tell me what's going on?"

You were wrong, he will not let it slide easily because he is now pressed up against your back, arms wrapped around your waist and lips ghosting over the reddening shell of your ear, and it's the last thing you need right now.

_ "N.. nothing, nothing's going on, so let's just sleep." and the strangled moan lacing your words does not go unnoticed as he chuckles amusedly in response before sinking his teeth into your soft flesh to bring out an even louder whimper from you.

_ "Oh, I see," it's like a switch has been turned in his brain, and his previously careful hands suddenly became a bit more persistent as they lowered to clutch onto the delicate skin of your thighs, "that's okay love, you don't have to be shy about it."

Your eyes widen and your jaw clenches when he forces your legs apart with one swift flick of his wrist, you wish to scold him for it but your voice refuses to give, and who knows? Maybe it is for the best, because you're sure to humiliate yourself otherwise.

He thinks he's smart, that he understands the state you're in right now but he truly doesn't.. and you just want to laugh at how funny, endearing, and truly embarrassing this makes him look.

_ "So tell me princess, should I carry on?" his teasing words are nothing less than a blissful torture for your ears, you crave hearing more of his nonsense but also wish he would shut up.

_ "Just.. don't stop." you express eagerly and brace yourself for his next move, the throbbing in your core intensifies as he pushes your panties to the side and runs his thumb slowly along your glistening clit.

_ "Oh look at that, you're already wet for me, I wonder why, I only just touched you," he growls smugly and nuzzles your nape before saying, "you love me too much that just having me near is enough to wreck you."

_ "It's not.. what you think." it's really not, his dumb brain is painting a picture that couldn't be further from the truth.

Although you do love him– more than he knows, more than anyone else in the world, what you're experiencing right now is due to something else that you've tried your hardest to hide, but maybe it's time to give in and admit it.

_ "Then tell me what it is." his demand is laced with a smirk that you could perfectly imagine, the words vibrate throughout your body and settle right where his fingers are teasing you relentlessly.

_ "Just.. stop talking and do something!" you're at your limit already, and the stiffness nudging your bum is evidence that he is as well.

_ "You got it sweetheart, fuck.." he struggles to keep his cool while clumsily working on freeing his raging cock.

Ragged breath and impatient grunts are hitting your ear and pushing you closer towards orgasm, and suddenly, nothing is any longer enough to quench your thirst for the man chanting your name over and over again while brushing his leaky tip over your folds, before carefully pushing into your welcoming heat with a satisfied growl.

Finally..

_ "Baby you're so warm.. you feel really good around me." his whines are just above a whisper but you hear them loud and clear.

He sings your praises while setting an unforgiving pace from the get go, but you truly don't mind, if anything, you're yearning for more and are no longer reluctant to ask.

_ "Keep going.. please Denki don't stop! Deeper please.. talk to me, tell me you love me.." you burst out in pleas and reach a shaky arm over your head, threading your fingers through his golden hair and pulling his face even closer to yours.

_ "I love you, of course I love you, fuck.. you're the only one for me.. you make me, ugh damnit.. you make me lose my mind."

You've always loved the sound of his voice, when he's upset or when he's excited, when he's confused or when he's pleased, and especially during his most vulnerable moments, moments like this one, when he'll truthfully tell you anything you wish to know.

_ "I'm so close!" you cry out a warning and arch off his chest as his thrusts turn erratic.

_ "Together sweetheart, let's cum together." he moves a hand down to join the cock drilling into you mercilessly, fingers rubbing on your sensitive clit and delighted moans invading your senses and coaxing shockwaves of pleasure to wash over your shuddering body like a hurricane.

_ "That's it, that's my girl, ugh fuck!" he reluctantly pulls out of you, fisting his pulsating cock until finally bursting all over your thighs.

Silence fills the air for a while, nothing is heard but heavy breaths and stifled whimpers as you both come down from your high, and all you wish for at the moment is to close your eyes and drift off, however..

_ "I kept wondering what turned you on all of a sudden, until you asked me to keep talking to you," he gently turns you around to face him, flushed cheeks and tired smile brightening his handsome face as he playfully slurred the words, "that's interesting." and the teasing continues.

_ "N.. no you're wrong! I was just caught up in the moment." you're fully awake now as you strived to defend yourself, hitting his chest weakly before hiding your face there in shame.

_ "Okay okay I'm sorry," hearty chuckles ripple through him while he held you close, luring a soft giggle past your lips as you finally started to relax, "alright princess I'll tell you what, let's take a little break and then test this theory again shall we?" and he whispers the proposal provocatively, greedy hands already exploring your body, and pulsing cock awakening to rub against your thigh.

You knew from the start, that revealing your secret would be a bad idea and you were right, because the sparkle in his eyes as he's eagerly groping your flesh and sensuously whispering promises of what awaits you, proves it.

[2000sangel]

Hello! I have an idea for our lovely Husk that I would like to request!

Could you write something where reader and Husk are laying in bed being lazy together, cuddling (and maybe a little petting and ear scritches) and just in general some fluffy comfort for both sides please?

If not or if it's to general totally fine! Have a good day/night!

Hi!! Of course, this is my favorite content to write, just pure fluff :D I hope you enjoy, the pet name 'doll' is used gender-neutrally here, reader can still be any gender you feel comfortable with.

And, have a lovely day/night yourself :)

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Amore

You sigh, inhaling the scent of your lover, Husk, who’s currently laying on top of you; the only garment he’s wearing is a pair of checkered comfortable pants, so the fur on his chest tickles you at each slight movement he makes. Luckily he’s focused on reading a book you lent him, which means a very little number of movements after all. As soon as he hears you sigh though, his right ear twitches and his gaze falls upon you;

“Something the matter, doll?” he asks, putting the book aside. You shake your head softly, smiling at his concern.

“Mh? Not really, just relaxing is all.”

“Good then.”

Book long forgotten, Husk stretches a little, all these hours laying in the same exact position catching up on him. He then proceeds to bury his head in the crook your neck, slightly nudging you in the process. You don’t find this surprising at all; you have been dating for a while after all and, while a similar act would’ve surprised you at first, you’re quite used to it now.

Husk is, behind closed doors, a big snuggler. He likes cuddling you and being cuddled all the same, although you’re usually the one with your head buried in his chest; it’s so soft, you can’t help it.

“Would you like something to eat? I think Pentious made some cookies earlier.” You ask; the snake demon has recently discovered a new hobby, baking, and his things aren’t half bad. You’re hoping Husk agrees with the idea, but he’s the one shaking his head this time, choosing to trap you by spreading his wings across your bodies; “Got it, we’ll be extra lazy today.”

One of your hands makes its way up Husk’s back, until it’s reached the back of his head. Once it’s there, you start gently scratching behind his ears, one the cat demon’s soft spots.  Not much later, the purring commences. You decide not to tease him over this, as it’s the easiest way to make him stop cuddling with you, or so you’ve learned over the months.

Instead you quietly enjoy the moment, and the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, gentle circles being drawn on your shoulders by his usually rough fingers, but he knows to keep his claws away around you and to touch you with care.

You both can’t see the clock from where you’re positioned, but you assume it’s been a while once you start feeling your eyelids getting a little heavy. It’s a little late in the afternoon, and a nap doesn’t sound half bad to either of you.

Husk averts your scratches getting softer by the minute, so he carefully repositions so his head is on top of yours. He relaxes his wings behind him, but never lets you go, instead getting even closer to you by wrapping his tail around your waist.

Sometimes, you truly feel like cuddling with him isn’t enough: you wish you could get even closer, and closer and closer, and stay like that for hours on end. You try not to think about when you’ll have to separate – for dinner, how tragic – and instead focus on the warmth emanating from his body.

He nuzzles into your hair;

“You’re tired, sleep a little.” He whispers, and you hum, closing your eyes just as he does with his.

[noosayog]

wc: 500

part 2. directory here.

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As someone who has never played serious sports, you have never had a concussion before. Who knew it could be so serious? The campus nurse advised you to stay for overnight monitoring in case your condition worsens since you can just apparently pass away in your sleep if a bad concussion goes unchecked. All those thought of murder from when Miya Atsumu knocked on your door earlier that morning now didn't seem so unfitting, considering this man practically committed homicide.

The next morning, you get the okay to go home with a caution that if any nausea or unusual headaches occur, to come back, stat. You drag your sleep-deprived self back to your studio for some much needed sleep in a comfortable bed. It doesn't take much to collapse into a deep sleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

You're not sure how much time passes when you're rudely awoken by a gentle rapt at your door. Can't be the same offender since he's got a penchant for abrasiveness. It's sometime in the evening judging by the sinking sun in the windows which means you've slept a healthy amount. You swing open the door without thinking and you think maybe it's time for you to normalize looking through the peephole before opening the door for both safety and your sanity because -- surprise surprise -- it's blondie.

He smiles, again.

You frown, again.

He gives you a full body assessment by raking his eyes rudely along your figure then says cheekily, "you just woke up? No leg show today?"

Luckily, you were too tired to change out of your jeans earlier so your legs are covered.

"Ooh, outfit repeater" he teases.

"I'm an outfit repeater because someone gave me a concussion and I had to stay in the hospital overnight or I could've died in my sleep."

His smile drops. "Oh shit, I am so sorry. I did not know it was that serious." He pauses, scratching at his head. "That's why you weren't in when I came knocking last night."

"You came last night?" you ask in disbelief. "What is wrong with you? I thought I was making it pretty clear that I wanted you to leave me alone."

He ignores that. "So is it fair to assume you haven't eaten? I could get you something or make you something? Least I can do for giving you a concussion."

"I'm not eating anything from someone who almost murdered me!" you say incredulously.

"Hey, that's not fair," he frowns. "It wasn't on purpose. I'm trying to apologize here. What can I do?"

"Leave me alone?" you offer.

He frowns a bit deeper. "Why do you have to keep that…" he gestures his hands vaguely up and down at you. "attitude? I just wanna apologize."

"Maybe after you rudely woke me up for no real reason the night before my hardest final, gave a half-ass apology, and nailed me with a concussion, I think I reserve the right to hold you in some contempt. A lot of contempt, actually. You'd be surprised at how much I can hold in this body."

"Oh yeah?" he smirks, spurred on by a strange sense of competition. "Well, you'd be surprised at how much resilience I hold in my body."

"Weirdo," you respond, slamming the door in his face again.

Atsumu just shrugs and counts it as a win for the day.

[ariaflow]

Days of the week Jushiro Ukitake x reader NSFW

Tuesday: Cum

As your husband come from a large and chaotic family, he also wishes to form a large family with you. He refuses to put his cum in anywhere besides your womb, he considers it to be indecent as well.

He treasures every moment he spends with you. From your first encounter to your first kiss and sex. Despite how often you spend together, he never takes anything for granted. And today was your birthday, so he decided to give some well-earned sex after a massage.

Once you had arrived home from your squad four duties, Jushiro runs to you smiling but kneels to the ground after coughing. You rush to his side and ask in concern, "Jushiro, are you okay?" He smiles, "sorry to make you worry on your birthday. Besides it's just another one of my coughing fits, but they aren't really fits since it's only for a couple seconds anyway." You look at him with sadness and concern, tears slowly falling form your eyes and his eyes widen in shock,

"Jushiro, I don't care if we don't do anything for my birthday! I only care about you!" You hug him, tears continuing to flow from your face. Ukitake's face changes from shock to sadness,

"But it's your birthday today, and you mean everything to me. You're my Queen, my Goddess. I can't possibly do that to you." He wipes the tears from your eyes,

"Please don't cry, my love, those tears will ruin your gorgeous face. I'm fine now, please don't worry about me, and let me give you your birthday gift, okay?" You nod,

"Mhm." You follow him to the bedroom, and he undress, so you follow along and do the same. Once that was done, he asks for your consent before you two engage in sex and you nod, giving the go on sign.

Ukitake pushes you on the bed, your back on the bed, and he asks you, "Tell me if it hurts is it's uncomfortable with you, okay?" You smile,

"For the record, anything is okay with me as long as it's you." Once he registers those words you said, the lust in his eyes grows and he starts kissing you roughly, the desire clear in his actions.

"Mmm~" Luckily you both had stripped earlier because if you didn't, he would've ripped those clothes off immediately. Ukitake then starts to finger your pussy with much passion, aggressively thrusting deep into your core.

"AHN~! AH~!" He continues his assault on your dripping pussy but then stops and aligns his cock with your pussy after pulling his fingers out of your pussy. He smirks,

"Such a perfect wet pussy just for me and only me." Ukitake then begins increase the pace of his thrusts until he eventually cums into your pussy making you cum as well.

He grins and says, "We're not done just yet." He pulls his cock out of your pussy and flips you over, presenting your ass to him.

He then starts giving hard thrusts into your ass multiple times making you moan louder. Despite your loud moan, you can hear his heavy pants.

"AHN! Are you okay, Jushiro~!" His grin continues to show, and he notes with a slightly breath of tone, "I'm fine, I still have a lot more in me." He does one final thrust before both of you have your second release.

The rest of the day was a blur as he continues to fuck you in both holes multiple until you passed out from exhaustion. And the last thing you heard from him was,

"You did great Y/N. Love you to death."

When you come to your senses, you see that you're lying in bed along with a sleeping Jushiro. You softly kiss him on the lips, waking him from the sleep. You had forgotten that he was a light sleeper like you. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He smiles in response,

"It's fine, love. Now let's go back to sleep."

The End

[blueycarpenter]

happy fucking new year

It's New Years Day but Vada could care less.

fandom: THE FALLOUT (2021) content: random, short fic a/n: again, this is a repost from a previous (now-deleted) account

“Happy New Year, Vadaaa!” 

Amelia’s way-too-enthusiastic voice ripped her older sister from the 4 hour sleep she was working on. 

Vada honestly felt hungover—that’s how tired she was. She’d stayed up ‘til 5 am on FaceTime with Nick, Mia, and Quinton, doing stupid shit and playing games through the celebrations and fireworks. They all took shots of champagne and timed who took the longest to pop a balloon with nothing but their own body. Long story short, she crashed hard and had full intentions of sleeping until 2 in the afternoon, at least.

Yet her door was busted open much earlier than that… like well-before-noon much earlier. That much, she could tell.

She kept her head in her pillow and refused to move, hoping her little sister would take the hint and leave her alone. 

But that wasn’t Amelia’s style. She and their parents had gone to bed closer to 1 am, yet the walls were thin so she heard Vada shouting into her computer from her room. She didn’t get the sleep she intended last night, so it was time for some karma. She trotted up to the bedside and leapt up on the bed to shake her sibling awake. “Vada!”

The other kept her eyes closed as stirred with an annoyed whine. “What…?” 

“Happy New Year!”

She reached back to try and shove her away. “Go away…” she grumbled and pulled her hood over her head to block the sunshine coming through her window.

But Amelia tugged it off. “But it’s the new year!”

“I don’t care, Ameliaaa!” Vada continued to whine. She yanked her comforter up over her head, her voice coming out slightly muffled as she curled in on herself. “Just let me sleep!”

The younger one just giggled though. “It’s 2024!” she expressed once again, “You’ve slept for a year. You went to sleep, feeling like it was 2023 and now you wake up and it’s a year later.” She shifted closer and jumped on top of her, shaking her again just to be as disturbing as she was last night. “Come on!” She pulled on the comforter.

However, her resisting force was greater. “I’m gonna go get Mom,” her older sister threatened. 

“Okay, and? I already told her about you staying up so late with your friends,” came the retaliation, “This is just payback.”

Even though she couldn’t see her, Vada could just picture the smirk on her face and the hand on her hip, like she always did whenever she proved a point. “‘Kay, fine. Touché, now get out,” she ordered.

Luckily, Amelia took the hint, but that came bittersweetly as she slid off the bed to leave. “Okay, but Mom’s not gonna let you sleep much longer. We’re doing family stuff today, remember?”

Fuck. She forgot about that. Vada groaned and slipped her hand out from beneath her shelter to grab her phone off her bedside table. Her eyes squinted when the screen lit up to see just how far-off her plan to sleep until the afternoon was. 

9:08.

Below the time, she had a series of text messages, all reading the same thing Amelia had woken her up with.

‘Happy New Year.’

As much of a celebration as it had been last night, it stayed being a celebration in the memories of last night. This morning, she didn’t want to hear about it at all. She just wanted to sleep. 

She set her phone down with a groan and shut her eyes again.

“Happy fucking new year…”

[madegeeky]

Let me preface this by saying, no one got hurt and nothing else caught fire which is alarming to hear, I know, but less alarming than me just blurting out:

So our dishwasher caught fire last week. >.<

We were running it early. I was in the living room (which is right next to the kitchen) and Mr. Geeky was in the kitchen. We had turned the dishwasher on earlier than normal because it kept getting stuck at specific part in the cycle and we wanted to see it happen.

So, suddenly from the living room, I hear a pop/crack noise and a "oh shit" and a cabinet being slammed open and an absolutely horrific smell of burning plastic and Mr. Geeky comes out of the kitchen and goes "The dishwasher caught fire." And I was just like O.o

And he's not being dramatic, he was far enough away he could see a little under the dishwasher and there were literal flames. Luckily, the dishwasher has a kill switch so he turned it off immediately (its in the cabinet under the sink which is why there was the sound of the cabinet being slammed open).

It smelled awful, y'all. Fortunately, we were leaving for my Mom's the next day so we popped a window open, stuck a fan in it pointing outward, and put some mats and towels around it so any rain/snow wouldn't end up on the wood and left.

We got back yesterday and, good news, we no longer want to die going into the kitchen. Bad news, there is still definitely a smell despite it being a week. We've removed any melted/burnt parts we've can and have tried scrubbing the parts we can't removed to try to get off any extra burnt bits we can.

I am hopeful that the smell is coming from the dishwasher so once that is removed (later this week) the smell will be gone entirely. My fear is the smell has gotten into the walls or the floor in a place that will be impossible to get to once the new dishwasher is installed. And they are removing the old and installing the new one at the same time (which makes sense).

So later today I'm going to go sniffing around and see if I can smell it particularly strongly on the wall or something. Since the smell is coming from the bottom of the dishwasher there's not much point to trying to smell the floor but I'll probably still try anyway.

Y'all, it seems weird to say this, but we were so lucky. We normally turn the dishwasher on right before we go to bed (so it runs while we sleep) and we usually turn on the dishwasher right before leave to my Mom's (so it runs with our last minute dishes after we leave). We only had it on cause it was acting just a little wonky and we wanted to be there to see what was happening.

Mr. Geeky says that it wouldn't have caused a huge fire or anything but holy shit, y'all, can you imagine waking up or coming home to whatever the fuck it would have been like if Mr. Geeky hadn't been there to put it out within seconds of it happening?

So I guess salute to the universe for being cool enough that if this was going to happen, making sure it happened while we were here and awake.

And huge fucking salute to Mr. Geeky for having the fucking reflexes of a ninja cause I don't think it took even 10 seconds for him to see the fire and then turning off the dishwasher.

Anyway, cross your fingers that the smell is only in the dishwasher and leaves when it's removed.

[simply-wlw-kpopstan]

20. Movie night

True to your word you sent a text in the groupchat when you arrived at ive's dorm. Lexi had asked you if you were sure about all of this after everything that had happened today. Truth be told reality hadn't kicked in yet, you went back to the recording studio to continue work and now you were at yujin's place. It didn't feel different and you were nervous about tonight, what if things are too comfortable and you end up right where you left off? You couldn't do that to her nor yourself.

"Hey were here" Brady pushed you gently out of your thoughts and you noticed the elevator had arrived at the floor. You stepped out and the door to your right swung open, gaeul and wonyoung walked out in comfortable clothes with their phones and drinks.

"Hey!" wonyoung smiled, "talk about good timing." you all smile and walk towards the next door. Gaeul opened the door and the rest of you followed after, "look who we ran into."

"finally! Yujin's been stealing snacks for the past hour." liz said loudly with her face towards yujin's bedroom.

"leave me alone!" yujin's voice was heard from her room before her door opened, "I have a right to steal them becau- oh... Hey." she quickly went quiet as she spotted you.

You waved your hand with an awkward smile but luckily got saved by leeseo walking by munching on popcorn. "come on we still have to pick a movie!"

"She's right, it'll be another few minutes before we've decided what movie we'll watch." gaeul said and you all sat down on the many pillows and blankets on the ground, yujin sits down on your right as it was the last place available. You both smiled at each other not meddling with the others about the movie.

" so you've been busy stealing snacks for an hour huh?" you whispered making her chuckle.

"I was hungry and you weren't going to be here for another hour. How was your day?" you both fell quiet as you thought back to earlier, "after uh.... You know."

"it's okay, don't worry about it" you smiled and grabbed her hand, interlacing your fingers. "we mostly recorded some idea's today, most of it was just some nonsense we came up with on the spot but I think there are some samples with potential."

"Hate to interrupt your conversation but it's a tie between watching inside out or lilo & stitch so your opinions are needed."

You looked to Yujin with a smile and you spoke at the same time,

"inside out"

"lilo & stitch" yujin said.

"You've got to be kidding me." Brady facepalmed.

"lilo & stitch is your favorite movie why did you choose inside out?" yujin looked at you confused. Ofcours she would pick your favorite above hers.

"because you like inside out."

"why don't we watch them both? We have room enough so you can stay the night if you'd like." rei offered.

"yesss, sleepover!!!" lexi smiled at the group and everyone quickly agreed.

There was a quick arrangement of who'd sleep where and after that you watched the movies together. Lexi would stay with gaeul and wonyoung, Brady would sleep in liz's room and you'd sleep with yujin.

Once the first movie ended leeseo and rei went to bed as the rest of you continued to the seconth movie, Yujin had cuddled up against you without either of you two realizing. It wasn't until her head moved down a little as she was falling asleep that you noticed and wrapped her in your arms, covering her simultaneously with your blanket you had wrapped around you.

the movie ended a little after midnight and everyone retreated to their bedrooms. Yujin had already slipped into her bed when you came back in her room in your pj's. "Are you sure about this? I could just sleep o.... "

"It's okay." she cut you off as you got closer to her. "We can share, I don't mind. " you nodded and layed down next to her as she looked at you,"would you.... Can we still cuddle?"

"we did it a few minutes ago, just because we..."you stopped as you couldn't finish that sentence," we can still cuddle." you gave her a soft smile and she quickly cuddles up like she's done countless of times before.

It was quite for a moment, nothing to be heard but your soft breathes and occasional movements, "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, but remember it's just until we've figured something out." she looks up at you and it takes everything in you to not kiss her. "are you nervous for tour?"

"no" she looks down to your lips making it so much harder to resist.

"yujin"

"just one, please?" She lifted herself up just enough to press her lips against yours. You let out a soft sigh and pressed your forehead against hers as you took a deep breath.

" we can't,” you spoke softly.

"I know" she whispers as she caressed your cheek with her thumb, "I hate this" She whispers with tears in her eyes.

"I know " you sighed, " but i don't want to put you in the position to choose, i don't want you to get in trouble over me. "

Yujin slumps against you, resting her head on your shoulder. You wrap your arms around her and pull her close. "I love you," she whispers and scoots even closer, nuzzling her face into your neck.

Neither of you were in any state to fall asleep, but neither seemed to mind. You tightened your grip slightly, laying your head against hers and it all felt too normal, to comfortable even after everything. You kissed her on the top of her head and promised yourself you'd find a way to make things work.

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[silversiren1101]

OOOoh ♜: Shoulder rubs for the Hellpair 👀

I was kind of hoping for this one!!! Shout out to @wonda-ch for sending the skin-crème mentioned here during the Valentines letters!

Contrary to what one would expect of a married couple, waking up with Regill still next to her in bed, asleep, worried Minovae far more often than not. Rarely did she have the liberty of enjoying his peaceful, sleeping expression on the chance she did wake first; known holidays and scheduled vacation allowing his subconscious to turn off that internal alarm of waking before even dawn broke the horizon.

This wasn't one of those mornings. It was a Wealday, and she knew for a fact he had multiple meetings today.

Her hand drew away from his brow, having found it warm but, blessedly, not as hot as she'd expected despite the tension in his unconscious expression. He was curled up into her side—another bad sign in and of itself—but he also wasn't the infernal furnace that would've woken her earlier if he was. The fever had made him seek out the cooling relief of her scales in the night, she knew; her tail had encouraged it too, having draped over him and pulled him close while pressing her soft feathers to his exposed back. She knew without a doubt why, but still, she had to confirm.

Peeking under the covers, the early grey light revealed at least not lines of black running up his arm, but deep purple, and with less spiderwebbing than usual.

'A milder flareup', she sighed with tempered relief.

They weren't as severe as they used to be, the infernal curse in his scars fading with both time and her influence. It was nearing the point she could break it completely, when her power as a nascent protean lord could pierce through this fading blight wrought by a full-fledged archdevil. The day couldn't come soon enough. She was done seeing him continue to pay for what had ultimately been her life with such suffering.

Too late for this morning, though.

With a resigned exhale, she slowly pushed the duvet down past her arms and shoulders, confirming with a stifled shiver that a chill had taken to the air overnight. The cold seasons were the worst of it for him, something about it aggravating the scars especially perniciously. Cheliax wasn't nearly as cold as Sarkoris, luckily. His health had improved markedly since returning to warmer home soil after the Crusade ended nearly two years ago now. Still, the chill was early this year and, with neither of them having expected it, his supplies were well out of reach, not stored beneath the bed as they were come winter.

There was nothing for it but to wake him and go fetch them. She knew him better than anyone and they'd done this enough times before: just get it over with. No pity. No pampering. No coddling him or overly gentle care. Treat it like a usual occurrence. Any additional attention only made him more irritable than the pain already did, exacerbating those feelings of frailty he despised so much. She understood well-enough, that fear of coming across as broken or incapable before the very people you were supposed to be leading—she only hoped that he knew that the Vice Knights, by and large, only respected him all the more for standing before them on these days when his disability was more visible than not.

She certainly did. She also wished her own attentions didn't fall into the same category, that he saw her care not as pity or a statement of his capability, but merely as those of a loving wife and fellow Hellknight of decades. She didn’t think him weak or lesser; how hypocritical that would make her? She only disliked seeing him suffering so, and would do many an unreasonable thing in his eyes to soothe it in any way if she could. It wasn’t personal, she knew, his touchiness regarding being cared for. He was a stubborn Hellknight and so was she, trained to push through every obstacle no matter the pain. Even so, there was no upside to risking the devotions she wanted to lavish upon him like this. It wasn’t that she feared his potential irritable reaction, no. She never feared him. She only feared making him feel worse by feeding the insecurities brought out during these moments. That, she would not risk. Especially not for something that would only go towards indulging in her emotional wants.

Sounds from Citadel Darvhage's courtyard below had begun drifting into their chambers, signaling that it was time to rip the bandage off—or blankets, in this case. The knights were beginning their day, and that meant their Lictor was behind schedule. Preparing herself for whatever disposition he might be in, she mentally quelled her nurturing, doting instincts and impulses. He loved her very much. It wasn’t a reflection of his feelings toward her that he would react poorly to any overly gentle care. Besides… she was much the same as a Hellknight herself, after all.

Time to get this started.

His brow was warm as she kissed it to begin waking him. The mild fever was palpable with contact, but faded quick from her lips as she pulled away to murmur softly in the space between them. Knuckles brushed his cheek before she cupped it and traced the contour with her thumb, all the while she swallowed down the worry as he took longer than expected to wake. In truth, it was only some seconds, but compared to how he usually snapped awake at the slightest provocation? It felt worryingly long. Relief cooled her fretting though when those yellow eyes groggily blinked open shortly later. They looked around blearily, clearly disoriented, before focus surged into them all at once upon processing the noise, the light in the room, the worry in her expression, and, of course, what must have surely been the terrible ache in his arm.

Regill groaned, half growling as realization turned to frustration and annoyance. “Ugh, Hells… again…”

He went to roll away from her, to shift to his back, only for him to hiss and wince as pain must have surged up his arm. His entire body stiffened. His other hand surged to his spasming arm. Even his knees drew up an inch further to his chest, that instinct to protect the vitals from danger when severe enough pain triggered it…

She stifled a concerned whine and the soft cooing that itched in her throat, instead placing a reassuring hand on his good shoulder. Her tail helped him to his back before retreating—something that took a deific effort. It had a will of its own, answering more to her heart than her mind; and, Hells, did her heart want to take him close and hold him until the pain went away. She wanted nothing more than to keep him in bed for the day and give him the permission to rest he would never allow himself, disability or no—permission he'd give to her with little issue, yet she knew she'd be just as resistant in his place.

Instead, she kept her face only mildly concerned.

"Good morning. Before you ask, no, it's not that late. You have time."

He peeked at her through bleached fingers, having started to rub at his nose and eyes. A single mote of appreciation flashed at her that nigh no one else would've been able to catch.

"...Good, and... good morning." His voice sounded rough, though she knew he'd power through it with coffee hot enough to risk a burn. He began to sit up, tired face tightening again as the pressure it put on his arm aggravated it once again. It wasn't as bad as previous times, no, but it didn't make it any easier for her to see and not pounce at him protectively for.

Instead, her hand shot out to his shoulder. A firm pressure bid him to lean and support himself against the headboard.

"Hold on, I said you have time, okay? I need to go get your things still. No need to rush just yet."

She was careful to keep her tone more neutral than worried, even a little commanding, not wanting him to pick up on anything he could misconstrue as pity or coddling and resist all the more for it. Their gazes held the other's for a brief moment before he, much to her relief, grunted and acquiesced.

"Alright", he grumbled, resigned. The headboard creaked as he rested his weight against it, letting his head loll back a little and eyes slip closed with a huff.

She froze, suspicious. Would he leap up as soon as she turned her back? Was there something else amiss? He was being too… agreeable. No, she couldn’t worry like this.

With that, she slipped off the bed and headed to the adjoining bathroom. The stone floor was cold beneath her bare feet, in such a rush she hadn't even bothered to step into her slippers. She didn’t even bother grabbing her robe to cover-up as she passed the chaise it'd been thrown over—and what for? It was only her dear husband present. Modesty was not an issue and the cold was only a minor one. Her scales would warm shortly with the exposure, reacting to the air's chill. She also knew exactly where everything she needed was, no searching required. Tucked away in a medic's case in one of the cabinets of the bathroom, she undid the clasps and double-checked the contents: salve; bandages; adhesives; braces—wrist and elbow; and last, that dreaded sling. She doubted he needed the full sling today, and with any luck he would be able to go with only some bandages today… Still, the entire case came with as she returned to their bedroom and the bed.

And found him, surprisingly, exact as she'd left him. A part of her had expected to find him with legs already hanging over the side of the bed, angling to get up and push himself as he had so stubbornly and deliriously done the previous flareups. Her rush had partially been spurred by such a concern, but, no, he remained as he had been, save for the blankets kicked further down the bed and legs freed.

He raised his brows at her surprise, a bit more evident in her expression than she'd intended.

"You can't blame me for being surprised after the previous times, love", she retorted to that look. More weariness creeped into her tone than she intended.

A flash of a irritable grimace tugged at the corner of his mouth before he inhaled deeply and sighed. "You said I had time. I am choosing to believe you."

"'Choosing'", she repeated with a snort, tone more sarcastic than not. "What an honor, that my husband has 'chosen' to believe me."

Still, there was a part of it that most certainly was not, and she felt a slash of regret that it'd leaked out—just the briefest reminder to him that she had hard feelings over the restraint she showed when caring for him. He most certainly picked up on it, she could tell. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, lips pressing together lightly before he turned away, looking out the window instead.

Dammit. This is exactly what she'd been trying to avoid. Why were they both such terrible, terrible patients?

Because they were Hellknights, duh.

Silence otherwise descended on them as she got to work. Setting the case down on the nightstand, the salve tin found its way to her hand in short order. She popped the lid and the smell hit her nose instantly: delicate like rose petals with a hint of cream from sheep's milk, but with an added sharpness like the freshest of cinnamon and black pepper. The strange concoction had tilted both of their heads at first, but it'd taken only that very first application for them to appreciate it as the only thing that helped him aside from the prohibitively expensive and painful sun orchid salve that'd saved his life those years ago, when the wounds had been fresh. This one, at least, was a gift from a dear friend, of which they were only more than happy to send more as requested—in exchange for a bottle of wine, at least.

She went to scoop out a generous portion of the oily paste, but stopped.

One try. She had to.

"...Perhaps you should skip your first meeting? It is only your staff meeting... Wolka and Yaker will understand if I take your place."

A pointless attempt.

His head turned back towards her. Annoyance and indignation flared in those eyes.

“‘Only?’ You know the staff meeting determines all operations for the day”, he snapped.

She didn’t let it get to her. It wasn’t personal.

Suddenly, though, something almost apologetic met her in those gorgeous yellow eyes. His lips parted before pressing together, and he exhaled like deflating. Her eyes widened, shocked by the shift, but softened as she recognized that look: he hadn’t meant that, and was quite remorseful for it.

“…Besides… the pain is only a five or so, this time”, he muttered. His tone was muted, only making her yearn and ache further to hold him softly. Sweetly.

His answer at least was good. She knew crossing the half-way threshold on his pain scale meant it was only just beginning to impact his capabilities. A five? They would bring this down to a one at most after this. Maybe then, he would accept an embrace, seeing it only as her love—the truth—and not pity thanks to the lens of his chronic pain tainting her perception. Why was it so easy to hug and hold and kiss him any time he didn’t actually need it?

Stubborn even for a Hellknight.

“A five is good. It’s getting lesser every time…”, she murmured, before speaking louder. “Time to get this over with. Should be quick this time.”

He exhaled a sigh and made a short sound in affirmation, preparing himself.

Knowing it wasn’t as bad today as before, she scooped out half of what she'd initially thought to from the tin. The tips of her fingers cooled beneath it, feeling almost tingly, and, with an extra swallowing down of her doting care, she wasted no time getting to work.

He hissed and grunted the second it touched his skin.

She slathered it in a thick strip up and down his arm to start, following the line of deep, bulging purple that was his scar. It was best to get full coverage before starting to massage it in, letting it start its soothing before the pain really started. From the especially ragged slash across his palm, to his forearm, skipping the elbow where the cursed blade had also skipped, back to his upper arm where it’d found his flesh again especially deep, and finally his shoulder where it’d nicked the bone before meeting air once again, she ensured no place was missed before sitting back, letting it set for a few moments so the pain could dull.

His deep breathing, slightly strained, filled the otherwise silence between them. Seconds more passed even after he deflated in relief, broken then by something she didn’t expect.

“…Thank you.”

She snapped her attention up to his gaze once more, finding that apologetic expression once again. Affection twinged in her chest, as did something like amusement and endearment.

“You know that’s not necessary”, she murmured. Her tail lifted from the edge of the bed where it’d been anxiously coiling all over itself on the floor. He closed his eyes as the feathers brushed his face, then seemingly accepting as the willful, mischievous appendage lay across his lap. “I love you, of course I’m here for you.”

He would do it himself if he could, and a part of her, selfishly, was happy he couldn’t. She wouldn’t be able to take it all if she couldn’t even help him in this was.

He grunted, though, as if correcting her assumption. “It’d occurred to me that the other times you’ve had to help me with this, I hadn’t actually thanked you.”

Because you literally couldn’t, she didn’t say, teasing or not. The previous times, where the pain had been eights or nines, he hadn’t able to do much more than groan and whimper until the pain had settled to a more manageable four—leaving him irritable, but at least mobile.

“Again, it’s not necessary, love. I just wish you were a better patient.”

His eyes narrowed as he smirked. “I could say the same for you.”

He could. He should. Maybe they would both get somewhere more agreeable, then.

“Well, your thanks is accepted.” She smiled, and relished the way the light dusting of red at his ear tips revealed just what he thought of her. “Now, let me finish up so you aren’t late to this meeting you insist on being present for.”

He rumbled in affirmation, yet still tensed beneath her touch as she took his hand in both of hers, anticipating the ache. His own grabbed at her tail, fingers threading through her feathers—a new development for him. The tip of it rattled approvingly, and the fan at the end shifted to lay against his bare chest ready to soothingly brush, reassuringly soft.

Not wanting to draw this out, her thumbs pressed deep. He jerked, head lolling backward as he squeezed harder at her tail. Her heart cried inside, but outwardly, she pressed on, beginning to massage the salve in to the bulging, inflamed purple line knowing that it wouldn’t hurt at all in comparison shortly. She even worked faster than usual knowing he was only at a five today, making steady progress up his arm. His palm, his worst and forearm, his upper arm, and his shoulder. It took only minutes, and even then, he’d stopped gripping at her so tightly by the time she was halfway finished. Satisfied, she took a look over her handwork to much relief: the purple was already starting to dim and fade already, not nearly as angry as before. It’d most likely be that pale silvery color again by the time they were back in bed again this evening.

“…Done?” Even his voice sounded better than it usually did post-treatment.

“Well, do you think you’ll need either of the braces?”

“No. It already barely aches me.” He even started to flex his joints as if to prove his point, only to jolt and wince slightly once he got to his shoulder.

She made a short sound at that, frowning at him. It also, though, gave her an idea, and she’d worked fast enough that they had time for it.

Her tail abruptly withdrew from his lap. He gave her a quizzical look as she gently tugged him forward, off the headboard.

“Come, sit up. Legs off the bed and me behind you. Don’t give me that look, you have time.” She then grinned at him pointedly. “That is, if you still choose to believe me.”

He grumbled, but knew better than to resist with that comment leveraged against him. She reached for the salve once again, only grabbing just enough this time to allow her fingers and thumb to glide—especially across the gnarled scarred mass of his reckoning scars.

“Is this really necessary? The stiffness will be worked out through the day—!”

He cut off into a gasp, which melted sensuously into a deep groan. She smirked, smiling into his hair as she massaged deep into his wounded shoulder, strong hands of a nascent demigoddess and lifetime warrior wreaking upon him what sounded like such bliss. He practically melted back against her, pooling into her breasts as if the tension of the pain was the only thing that’d been keeping him upright.

There was more than just that, though. She could sense the stress of their shadow war against House Thrune in those stiff shoulders, and not to mention the stress of reforming an entire defunct Hellknight order in their own image.

“By the Chain… you know you can ask for this any time. You’re stiffer than the stick up Asmodeus’ ass.”

He said nothing to that, save for a begrudging roll of his eyes. She knew he’d never ask.

She just noted to herself to do this more often.

[jodilin65]

SUNDAY, JULY 30, 1995 I got caught up on my sleep but woke up too soon this morning tight and wheezy. Luckily, with Tom wacking my back and some coffee, it got under control fast enough. Then I went back to sleep.

Dr. Rausch is now my primary doctor. I haven’t had any Theodur in almost 48 hours! I feel great. He told me to up the dosages on both of the inhalers to curb the inflammation and the too many white blood cells which they now believe causes adult asthma. Along with irritants like cigarettes, too. I probably won’t have to see Dr. Rausch again for 4-5 months.

Earlier I asked Tom point-blank if he was not having sex with me to punish me. After being with him for this long, and if our relationship were to be platonic from here on out, I could get by for the bulk of the time. I love him too much to leave him and I guess this is why the one-sided sex we’ve always had bothers me so much. I love him so much that I want to get him off, not just make him hard. His being so against a kid makes me feel not good enough for him sexually. I know that the bottom line, though, is that if he’s so dead set against cumming, then I can’t change that no matter how I am in bed.

Anyway, I’d have preferred to have had our own kid, but here’s a note I left him anyway.

Dear Tom,

I just wanted to write all these thoughts/questions down for you while they were fresh in my head. Well, as you know, in my honest opinion and belief I’ve never seen any reason to believe that I can ever get pregnant. Therefore, I figured I could do 1 of 2 things.

Never have one of our own.

Adopt a teenager who’s going through the same BS with the system I went through.

My big questions are - would they let someone with a record adopt? Would they let us adopt with an income of under 40 grand a year? Would they let us adopt with only one income and with the fact that I’m not working out of the house? Well, if you’re interested in discussing this and like this idea, I think we should check into it as soon as there’s time cuz I’ve heard that it takes years to adopt. Especially older kids and I believe thoroughly, strongly, and truly that this will be our only chance to have a kid. It hurts and I didn’t want it to go this way, but if I can save some other poor girl from the hell I went through, I’m willing to do whatever I can. I feel I owe you, my family, and God this much.

Later…

My guess is that Tom will be totally psyched about the idea. If he’ll do anything about it is another. I was always against the idea of adopting, but feelings do change and when you want a kid, you want a kid. Why it takes so long to adopt, beats me. Are there really that many other victims of sterility out there?

To try out the new colored pencils I got, I not only decorated envelopes, but I drew a girl in the weirdest and strangest way ever. Not only does her hair have many colors but she’s got different colored eyes, eyebrows, eyelashes, etc. It actually looks kind of cool, though.

We went out to Denny’s today and to Office Max. He got some disks, mailers, and labels for the business. I got two blue pens and was bummed cuz they were out of their boxes of multicolored ones. Precise, the brand I use, makes blue, black, red, green and purple. They have 4-packs of blue, black, red and green, but were out. I also got clear plastic folders (100 of them) to put my drawings in to protect them. We got a paper cutter. Two super balls to play with in the pool as the one I had got lost.

He also picked up brackets to make another table for the back room. That way we can de-clutter the desks and the floor. I’ve been helping him sort tools, resistors, etc.

I picked up cards for Tammy’s birthday and my parent’s anniversary. Believe it or not, I kind of felt it unfair of me not to send my nephew Larry a birthday card, so I made him one earlier.

I typed up letters to Kim, Tammy, and my parents and will be doing one for Andy.

Wonder if I’ll get a letter from Minnie on Monday? Or Andy? Or my parents?

Monday I’ll be calling Barbara at the JCC at the number on her card. I hope she’s got news for me. I don’t sense it, although I didn’t sense I’d hear about Charlie the last time we spoke. Anyway, Charlie’s no use to me without info.

It was 121º yesterday! There was only 10% humidity, but that’s hot! For the last 3 days, the temps have been 118º - 121º making this house feel like all the other summers in here. A sauna!

Tom’s gonna have me model a life-size picture to promote the printing program. We’re also gonna superimpose more pictures.

SATURDAY, JULY 29, 1995 Got some great news today at Dr. Rausch's office (now that I know how to spell his name correctly). He told me I could go ahead and quit the Theodur!! Tomorrow I'll write all about what he said, but right now I'm beat. The last time I slept was only from 4:30 AM - 8:30 AM, but probably not even that much.

FRIDAY, JULY 28, 1995 Andy was over for almost two hours. He brought me a candy bar and some gum. He played the keyboard, then we played Crazy 8’s and talked.

I gave him a necklace I made him, the 3 convo tapes, and some NPN envelopes to mail.

A long time ago Tom got a book on hypnosis cuz he was curious about it. It didn’t tell me too much I didn’t already know, but it seems like self-hypnosis is gonna take time to get the hang of.

THURSDAY, JULY 27, 1995 This was definitely not a good day for me back in 1981. I went into the Brattleboro Retreat in Brattleboro, Vermont on this day till December 18th or 19th. Or maybe even the 16th or 17th. Somewhere in the teens. I can’t remember the day I went into Valleyhead. All I know is that it was August of ‘82. I definitely left in August of ‘84. It may have been August 24th. July 23rd means something to me, too. Was that the day my first guinea pig Penny died that I’d had for two years? Or was it the day I flew back from where my sister was living in Texas?

One of these days I’ll have to write up all the major events I can remember and try to put their correct ages and year to them as a reference.

With the exception of going to appointments and doing errands, I wish it were 105º - 115º every day of the year.

I love being able to use the pool, have a little color, and it’s quiet. I haven’t known that next door exists. Sure, I hear his van come and go, but he comes and goes and doesn’t sit there with it running for 45 minutes. I almost never hear their dog. I asked Tom if he’s heard their other dog and he said no, so I guess they were only dog-sitting. I hope so. I no longer have to worry about kids or music (I hope), but I hope this coming winter will be the quietest one here with no van or dogs.

Today we went swimming and I helped vacuum the pool. I also sorted some tools for him.

Never again will I ever even try going to chat live with Alex. There’s always a problem. We tried to send each other instant messages which wouldn’t work, so finally I sent an email message saying how something was wrong somewhere - sorry - but fuck this shit.

When I told Tom I finished my story, he shocked me by saying he wants to read it. I reminded him that it’s nearly 6 journals and that he may not have time. He said he’d make the time. He said he didn’t want to read it till it was finished, cuz it’d be hard to read something that he didn’t know where it’d lead to. Make sense to me.

Later I’ll write about the hypnosis book Tom had, but now I want to dub more convos.

Later…

Today it felt like all the other summers I was here inside the house. It was nearly 85º in here and it was 116º outside. The sucky thing is that they say it’ll be very humid this weekend and the temp will only drop to about 112º. Tammy said that it was 96º with 90% humidity where she is today. It was only 11% humid today here, so that’s a huge difference.

I finished dubbing the backup convos for Andy. He’ll be getting 3 tapes.

I haven’t wanted to write about this yet, as I’m still not very good at writing up on terrible things. Last Tuesday night was horrible. I haven’t blown up or felt that angry, pissed, confused, or depressed in a long time. I felt contradicted by Tom and like he understood a lot about me, but also didn’t get a lot of things I said. We both said a lot of mean stuff to each other, although he always says we shouldn’t blame each other for whatever.

At one point during my rage, I smashed a porcelain doll. He claimed to be all upset about it saying I gave it to him to decorate the bookshelves with. When I said I didn’t feel it’d be any loss to him, he wouldn’t believe me, but I feel that he said that cuz I say I don’t believe a few things he’s said.

I was hoping he’d be man enough to finally come out and tell me, one, he’s just not into me sexually, and two, he doesn’t want a kid. Instead, though, he’s still lying about it and insisting he wants one. The guy’s never gonna stop bullshitting me. I mean, really! The guy’s so against having a kid that he’s willing to sacrifice a normal sex life for the rest of his life. He’s too damn stubborn to cum.

No, I don’t hate sex with him. Yes, I mostly like it one-sided where he takes care of me, but every now and then, regardless of the kid issue, I just wish he’d be into it too. I wish he’d at least cum every now and then and show me how much he likes me in bed. I know he does to a degree, otherwise he wouldn’t get hard like he does every time.

He’s a great “platonic lover” so to speak, but sexually? I just don’t know anymore. Is it really worth it when I can just take care of myself? I always did say that sex does complicate things.

Also, due to my saying I hated him at one point during my rage, he said he couldn’t have sex for a while with me cuz he couldn’t have sex with someone that hated him. Well, he knows I didn’t mean it, I knew he didn’t mean some things he said to me, so it’s all just a punishment as far as I’m concerned. Fine. Cuz I don’t think I could have sex with him for a long long time either. I’m sick of having sex with someone who’s only slightly turned on by me and who lies to me by saying they want a kid when I know they really don’t. I think we’re both better off taking care of our own selves sexually, never sleeping together and never having a kid. I’ll always miss not having a kid, but that kid will just destroy this marriage. This marriage may be way better than most, but when we’re fighting, we don’t need a third party around, or extra pressure put on this relationship.

The next morning, he kissed me, said he loved me and that we should move forward, so that was good.

Later…

Andy just called from his friend Pam’s house. He’s gonna call back later about coming over.

Yesterday Tom brought up an interesting theory. Maybe God was testing me to see if I really wanted a kid. Of course, I think both God and himself could be testing him. He’s probably stalling on telling me the truth while hoping I’ll eventually come out and say I’ve changed my mind. He’s always told me no one will make me have a kid, but never that no one will make me not have a kid.

I know it’s not in God’s cards for me and that God won’t allow it no matter what, but Tom reminded me to be true to myself. To make sure I analyze my feelings about it which I’ve done. I want one, but have a lot of fears and doubts. I asked him if he does this and he said yes. He also says that even if he has fears and doubts about whatever, he still believes in striving for things he wants cuz everything in life has risks, fears, and doubts. He said one of the risks he took by marrying me was that I could’ve taken his family away from him and cut him off from them which I’d never do. I told him how in the beginning I was afraid he was gonna try cutting me off from those I know. I’m glad we worked through that, though, and can compromise. I know he’d never try doing that and we both agreed and admitted we all can have our jealous moments.

If he were to screw with another woman every now and then, I’d be jealous if he got off with her and not me. If he got off with her and me, that’d be fine.

The bottom line is that he knows I love him and that he’s #1 and vice versa. I only wish he’d stop playing with my head and stop bullshitting me!

God - please let him be able to come out and tell me we can’t have a kid! I just want him to get it out so we can move on. Not that we won’t be moving on with our lives anyway. We have to. We have too many other things to live for. Things we wanna do. Things we gotta do.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 26, 1995 I sure do have a lot of catching up to do. Today I got Barbara M’s business card. So, she’s not just all talk which is nice to know.

Due to not writing for a few days, my mind’s overloaded and I need to go sort through my thoughts and make some notes first. To the best of my memory, here’s a quick rundown on all that’s gone on. Tom got that Melody Maestro CD. This is the one where you can hum a melody into the mike and it prints/plays what you hummed. It also lets you choose the rhythm, tempo, style, instruments, and much more. Making music should never be easier! I haven’t worked with it yet, but I will soon.

It was really hot today at 115º and it will be 115º tomorrow, too. Adding the wall AC to the back room and the blinds outside the front window have made this the coolest summer since I’ve been here. David must’ve roasted every summer!

Steven and Carol will be coming in again from California, so we’ll be seeing them over at Mom and Dad’s.

Later…

I’m not due for my period till the 7th of August, so I don’t know why I’m spotting now.

I don’t know if I have yet mentioned that Tom got me a bag of many different kinds of beads. I decorated our camera case and made a long strand that I put in the kitchen doorway that leads to the garage. I made another necklace, as well as a cute thing to hang outside. The other bag he got was of clear multicolored beads that I strung onto a silver chain. I’m gonna be making Andy a necklace, too.

He told me he’s been checking out dumpsters. He found two nice wooden tables and is gonna have me check out 4 shirts after he washes them.

His reception’s doing OK now on his TV. He thinks he’ll get his phone back in October. Meanwhile, his VM is still active, so I can leave him a home memo if I’ve got something to tell him.

I also let him know that I remember what it’s like to be broke, so we’ve got extra cassettes, Tom sure doesn’t mind, so I’m dubbing the convos for him. For two reasons. One’s cuz I’d really like to have a backup and two’s cuz I think he could really use some good laughs right now.

MONDAY, JULY 24, 1995 I have 20 more Christmas teddy bear labels which I’ll use as date separators. I don’t really want to use them on letters to my family, or even Kim with all the many nice labels I have. I took 1 of each of my 20 other labels and put 12 of them on the front outside cover of 95 and 8 on the front outside cover of 91. Then I covered it with clear contact paper as a protector.

Tom picked up that Megahard nail treatment which has made my nails look better.

I called Andy at work tonight. He is very, very depressed right now. He knows it’s his own fault that he owes the phone company $433, but misses his phone. He’s homesick, wishing he could be at the beach. He’s pissed he’s a drug addict. He’s making shitty money. He’s pissed and hurt that his family doesn’t contact him in any way with the exception of his sisters.

We still haven’t upped the frequency of sex as we said we would, but we had a good amount this weekend. I still feel he isn’t so into it and that sex is for me only. However, due to it getting easier to accept the fact that God and Tom won’t allow us to have a child, I can take advantage of enjoying the kind of sex I’ve always wanted where it’s one-sided. I always liked the idea of having someone who takes care of me well, but who’s easy. I used to hate doing Brenda and Kacey with my hand, and it’d take them forever to cum.

I have mixed emotions about his not buying that bed and I believe there’s still money for it. I may hate sharing a bed, but we both say we want to be more “normally” married. I guess he just wasn’t as serious about it as I had thought. After all this time, though, I guess we’re pretty set in our ways.

I still say he’s trying to instill patience in me, but for what? What the fuck for?

I finished my story! There are gonna be around 100 free pages in 91, though, so I’ll do something with them. What, I don’t know yet.

Later…

I absolutely do not believe it! I called Barbara at the JCC earlier, expecting her either not to be there or to brush me off as if she never heard of me. Instead, she was delighted to hear from me and said she talked to a Charlie G who was at that camp 20 years ago. She said she told him she had an unusual request, but then said something about how they handle unusual requests from the soul. She says she’s been pushing it due to how touched she felt by my request. She said she’s gonna wait till she hears from Charlie and she’s sending me her card. She said to call her back if I don’t hear from her within a week. I told her that if Charlie needed me to describe this girl, he could call me. Wow. I still don’t think I’ll ever find out who she was, but this is surely getting pretty interesting.

Andy says he hasn’t had any major encounters with Greg. He just hears sounds every now and then. He said he thinks he stumbled across what’s really wrong with his VCR, I wouldn’t get it though, it’s under warranty, and probably has nothing to do with Greg. He also says he wants to get back in touch with Jeffrey.

Later…

I was online with Tom who printed out a few pages for me on hypnosis, and ESP, but it told me nothing new. It seems I’ve had experiences with all 3 forms of “psychism.” Telepathy, clairvoyance, and precognition. Clairvoyance is where you describe and know present or past stuff. Precognition is when I say I know I’ll never have a kid. Precognition, I’d say, is what I’ve experienced the most. The stronger the feeling, the more likely I am to be right about it. I’ve only been wrong a couple of times on stuff I felt strongly about (this doesn’t include stuff I never thought of or considered). I was wrong in saying I’d never make it out here to AZ. I was also wrong when I said I could never get someone like Tom. That type of person, I mean, regardless of gender.

No wonder I’ve been having good feelings about Bill. He answered when I called and Tammy was out at the hairdresser. He said he feels great, but every time he feels great, something goes wrong. He says he’s going to UCON Thursday to get more answers.

Then he was joking about Tammy being out with some guy and how he hopes she’ll take the kids if she leaves him. So, I busted him back saying I had 5 women over and we were all having an orgy, etc.

FRIDAY, JULY 21, 1995 Went to see Dr. Rugg this morning which went quickly and easily. My cervix was still bleeding, though, so she said I may have to take an antibiotic and or possibly go back. I sure hope not! Anyway, she said whatever it is, is no big deal and I can remain sexually active.

I asked her about the ridges in my nails and she agreed it’s cuz of my asthma and meds. She recommended Tums as a calcium supplement 3 times a day and also something she had on called Megahard. It’s a $5 bottle of a cloudy liquid you polish on your nails that makes them stronger and clears up the ridges.

THURSDAY, JULY 20, 1995 This morning Tom did some work on the business computer. I still can’t believe we’re really finally in business! Our company’s name is Mystery Computer Enterprises.

On the form to fill out for the license and to pay the fee, he checked “person.”

I asked, “Isn’t that supposed to be “partnership?”

Then he reminded me of how the state of Arizona considers a married couple as one. He said whatever I’m doing, he’s doing and vice versa. Then I said, “So if I’m having my period, you are, too?”

He said, according to the state of Arizona, he is.

I chatted with my dad today (Ma was in the room) and they were happy about the business. I told them that Tom could explain it all much better than I could, but I briefed them in on it. Dad asked me several questions about it and said he heard more people are buying computers than TVs.

They had just gotten my letter and Ma was teasing me about when I told her I dreamt she sent me a letter. She said she had a dream that she stood here 5 nights and taught me to cook something each night. I don’t know if she was joking or if she really did dream this.

Goldie and Al will be there tonight.

I talked with Tammy too, who was happy about the business.

Minnie called today saying she’s no longer in contact with Bob. She said her mother called DSS when she took her son to see Bob and they threatened to take the kid away if she didn’t cut off all contact. I’m surprised at this cuz I know guys have been in jail for rape/molestation and are allowed to see their kids. Even get custody after being convicted. So, Minnie says the opposite of what she last said. She said she’s not sorry for being a mom, recommends it to others, and wants to have another kid with her boyfriend who’s currently in jail for drug dealing. That’ll be no problem for God, who will see fit to it that it happens.

I can’t believe, though, how much easier it’s been for me to deal with never having a kid. It sure makes life easier.

Anyway, I’ll be sending Minnie a letter. And Andy too, with some funny notes he can stick on people’s windshields.

Later…

This morning Tom showed me how to set up to number the pages of my current journal, but when I went to print a page it wouldn’t number it. I think what I’m gonna do as far as my story goes is just type it through to the end, then write it in. If it overlaps into part of another journal I’ll just write it in, then use the rest of it as a regular personal journal.

I’ll have to have Tom hold my hair up while I weigh myself. I want to see if it weighs anything.

I had another encounter with Robin last night.

Earlier that day I had asked Tom if he believed in hypnosis. He said it’s possible. I don’t know if I believe in it. Especially those who claim to have been regressed to past lives. I asked him if he’d be willing to try to see if he could regress me back to that camp. He said sure. However, who knows when he’ll get around to it, along with checking out why the printer won’t print page numbers.

Last night as I lay in bed before falling asleep, I tried to regress myself with the hopes of getting a name and seeing her face clearly. I had no such luck, though. I only could remember stupid useless information. I had two unsure memories and one definite memory.

When I went to Camp Meadowlark, I went by bus. Mom and Dad took me to Camp Naomi, though. I thought I remembered driving through a dirt road with them that led to the camp. I also thought I remembered a dark brown wooden L-shaped cabin that stood alone in a small clearing in very dense woods. If this memory is real and camp-related, was it a place you check-in upon arriving there? I also don’t remember seeing anyone else around. The sure memory is the layout of the cabin I stayed in. Camp Meadowlark didn’t have showers or toilets in their cabins. You had to go to a separate cabin for that which totally sucked. Camp Naomi did have showers and toilets in each cabin, though. There was maybe 1 toilet and 2 or 3 shower stalls.

Later…

At one point last night in bed, I began to feel very nauseous. I said, “Robin, if you can hear me, please make this feeling go away. I’m in absolutely no mood to be sick right now.”

The feeling went away instantly.

In my mind, I cried out to her to please let me see her face some more. Please get more info to me. I sensed her telling me I could do it. Little by little I could find out a sufficient amount of info. What she means by sufficient, I don’t know. She urged me to keep going by trying to remember, while she reminded me how I like a challenge and to play detective.

Tom said the best thing for us to do is to start by assuming she is dead and go from there. He also mentioned a computer CD you can get with all listed phone numbers on it throughout the country. And that he has a book somewhere on hypnosis.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 19, 1995 Excuses, excuses. I don’t feel sexually deprived, but just the other day he said he’d like sex to be more frequent. He got up at 6:00 today and doesn’t have to be at work till 10:00, but besides the usual TV, computer, and eating, he claims he’s got to go to the bank about the business that’s still all one big joke as far as I’m concerned.

He said it’d be nice if we had sex twice a day. That seems like too much for me and it’d take its specialness and excitement out of it if we did it that often.

I spoke to Andy yesterday who wants a copy of our cases that I also sent Kim. I printed him a copy with no problems so he should get it tomorrow. Tom said he’s had intermittent problems with the computer where it fouls up every now and then. Oh, then I guess being able to print Journal 93 and Andy’s stuff wasn’t Robin-related. Just luck was what it was.

Later…

Tom just got home, but went back out to pick up a KFC dinner for me and something for him at another place.

My luck’s still been running well with the printer. I printed that stuff for Andy and 22 pages of journal 92 which will probably total double that amount.

Later…

I just ate and Andy just left a message saying his phone’s been disconnected cuz he owes tons of money. Bummer. He said we could keep in touch by mail and that I could also call him at work. Hopefully, he’ll write me and let me know what he thinks about the stuff I’ll be sending him.

Yesterday or the day before, he said he hadn’t heard from Jeffrey. I asked if he was gonna call him, but he said he’d wait till Jeffrey called him when he was ready. Fair enough, cuz after all, Andy did make the first call. The next move should be on Jeffrey.

I absolutely couldn’t believe it, but Tom did do the paperwork for a business license and trade name and got it notarized.

I told him, “God! You really are serious. I really thought you were pulling my leg. You really are serious about the business and the singing.”

“And making the kid,” he said.

This one I don’t believe, but we’ll see. I mean, I did everything I could to give him the benefit of the doubt, but after nearly two years of this bullshit, how can I believe?

I recorded myself singing to the music of two Gloria songs. They’re not my main style, but he said they were OK.

TUESDAY, JULY 18, 1995 I’m pissed! The TV reception is still fucked up and the printer is, too. The paper kept falling offline when I’d try to print single sheets. It’s fine for continuous paper. Tom sprayed it with air last night, and I thought it’d be OK. It was for a while, but not anymore. I’m so bored right now. I mean, all I feel like doing is printing and I can’t even do that now. I could if I used continuous feed paper to print out the previous journal which is all typed up, but I don’t want to. I want to use my single sheets of colored paper. I reprinted all I’ve written so far on Robin on the track paper and I printed a copy of it for Kim, too.

Later I’ll discuss why I’m sending Kim a copy.

Later…

Yes! Yes! I’m soooooooo psyched! Coincidence? Just luck? I don’t know. Get this, though. I went and turned the computer back on and prayed really hard to Robin. I told her I really really wanted to print that journal out on colored paper. It worked! No problem printing out all 16 pages of it. After I finish this book, I’ll type anything in it to do with Robin and add it to her file.

I still sense no call coming from the JCC, but like I said before, I’ll call on Monday.

I realized I forgot to write in something I misunderstood about something Tom said. He said, “January’s when you decide if you still want one.” I thought he meant if I still wanted a kid. He really meant, though, if I still want a hysterectomy.

I briefed Kim yesterday about Robin, knowing she’d have no problem with it and not think something was wrong with me. Today I sent her all my excerpts on Robin and Andy’s case.

Kim told me she had an experience that was while she was in a dream state. In her dream, her grandfather said he wanted to tell her everything he didn’t get to tell her while he was alive. This dream occurred a few months before anyone knew that her 24-year-old cousin Pam was gonna die. So in the dream, Kim was upset with Pam, who was there, for not paying attention to what her grandfather was saying. Pam said, “But I’m gonna be with him.”

She’s had other dreams with Pam in them after she died. She said she knew they were dreams, but not like regular ones. There was something different about it, she said.

Later…

Andy just called. Not much is up with him. He’s on his way to work. He did say, though, that he and the people in the office are hoping to evict the guys below him for their very loud music.

They’re “hoping” to evict him? Why don’t they just do it?

MONDAY, JULY 17, 1995 God have I been busy! We both have, but before I get into that, let me mention a few things quickly.

Andy said that due to the camp being operated by the JCC at the time 99% of the campers and counselors were probably Jewish. Does Martin sound Jewish? Andy said he once knew a Jewish person at the JCC with that last name. Tom says that up till 40 or 50 years ago people that were Jewish and immigrated from other countries often changed their names in order to not have to deal with prejudice. Grant, my mother’s maiden name doesn’t sound Jewish. Maybe that name was changed.

Andy says she ended up working at the camp probably either by answering an ad or maybe she was affiliated with the JCC herself.

I told Andy that I felt my case wasn’t going any further, but that his was. Then he said, “Oh, no, you’re not finished yet. You’ve got a few more calls to make.”

I don’t sense any calls today. Or ever really, but I’m gonna wait till next Monday the 23rd before I call that Barbara M back at the JCC.

Saturday morning, before our very busy weekend began, which is why I haven’t finished this book yet, I told Tom about both our cases. No, he didn’t think either of us was crazy and he had no problem listening very well to me. He’s undecided as to whether or not he thinks it’s thought vibrations or she’s dead.

He did question if she could’ve molested me. I’m 100% sure she didn’t or else I’d really want to see if she could be alive so I could kill her. All I remember is her listening to me talk her to sleep and playing with me and her dog in the woods. Also, I know rapists/molesters come from all walks of life, but I still believe that’s way way more of a male thing.

Now about our very busy weekend - Tom set aside $100 for each of us to spend. I didn’t get any more silk flowers or wire mesh and I don’t know if we’re still getting that bed or an entertainment center.

Here’s what he wants to get: That music composition program, the new upgraded version of Windows, and an electronic chip you use through the computer to finally make the bee and cigarette machine.

He’s off to swearing again that in the next two weeks we’re gonna get the business started. I still have to see this to believe it! He even told me that I can help make sure he works on the business from 8 AM - 10 AM on Thursdays and Fridays and from 6 AM-noon on Saturdays. We’ll see.

We sure have gotten lots of other stuff done. Yesterday we stopped over at Mom and Dad’s, then went and bought an AC and a vacuum. This AC is like the one they commonly use in MA like I had. He drilled a hole in the back wall in the back room and that’s where it is now. Talk about a major clean-up job after! It looked like we dumped Piggy’s cage all over that area. Anyway, this should cut our cooling costs in half.

The new upright vacuum’s great. It’s powerful and has a hose. It makes things easier not to have to use two vacuums. Before I had to use an upright on the carpets and a canister on the floors.

I did laundry yesterday and Tom did the food shopping. At the grocery store, he found the best needles yet for beading/sewing. They come in a round case you dial. Then only the needle you want falls out. These are also self-threading needles. He got some other needle threaders that I’ve never seen before that look like they won’t fall apart as easily.

Later…

OK, here’s all I got: Another 3-D journal which will be next. Five more bags of beads and a kitten puzzle. Three more doggie mugs which doubled my collection to a total of 6. I added a Maltese, a Sheltie and a Golden Retriever. Four pairs of my favorite silk panties. I didn’t get a bathing suit, but we did look. A pair of white Velcro sneakers which are very comfy, a pair of white sandals, and a pair of black sandals. Two CDs. Linda’s Get Closer and an instrumental one of the following songs of Gloria’s: Dr. Beat, Conga, Bad Boy, Words Get in The Way, Falling in Love, Anything for You, 1-2-3, Rhythm Is Gonna Get You, Here We Are, and Oye Mi Canto.

I think I just might record myself singing to Words Get in the Way, Here We Are, and Anything for You. Tom picked up a music book of country songs for me to sing. I don’t know too many of them, but he says he wants me to learn a few for his mother. That’s cool.

When we were over there yesterday, I showed her a few necklaces and bracelets I made, as well as a bolo tie. She liked it and was finally glad she could give the stuff to someone who could use it.

I talked to Tammy who says Bill knew this couple for 20 years, her for 10, who were transferred by Pratt & Whitney to Florida. Anyway, the guy’s wife was killed in a car accident, so they’re not at all pleased to hear this.

Tammy had her knee scoped for cartilage problems and can’t get around too well right now, but is doing OK.

Dad’s on his way back to Florida. I spoke to Mom and she says that between Thursday and Sunday, Goldie and Al will be staying with them for a week. She said she’d give Dad, Goldie and Al big hugs for me.

I did tell Ma, although, Tom suggested I don’t, that we might see them and go to New England in May of ‘96, but that it wasn’t for sure. I also mentioned putting off a family if we ever do ever have one.

My desire for a kid isn’t gone, but it’s at an all-time low.

Tom got confused during sex yesterday saying we shouldn’t screw if I were having doubts cuz he couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t cum. It was out of his control, he said. Yeah, right! I will say this, though, Saturday, I know he was very, very close. Probably closer than ever before, but he pulled himself back before anything could happen (I know he’d deny that).

Later…

I did some more singing. It’s cool to be able to sing to only the music.

It sure is a scorcher out there and kind of humid, too. I took a couple of dips in the pool. I told myself to regain my color slowly, not that I lost it all, anyway. I spent no more than a total of 20 minutes out there and I already see a difference and am darker.

Later…

I just went into the living room for a cigarette when I hit the button on the speakerphone and got a stuttering dial tone and was surprised to get a message at this hour. It was from Andy saying he was pissed off cuz he couldn’t sleep well. He complained again at the guy below him for blaring his music and having people in and out 24 hours a day. He said the guy lowered his base for a while, then went right back to it a few hours later.

To top it off for him, he said they were working on the roof. Yes, I know what he’s going through! Anyway, he says he’s gone back to bed to try to catch a few more hours of sleep.

I’ve been very lucky and gratefully blessed with such peace and quiet. I haven’t heard the kids next door or their dog. If I hear that dog when the weather cools down, though, they’ll hear from me.

Now that I’m about to finish this book, I’m gonna put typing up 92 on hold to type up this one since nearly half of it is already typed.

SATURDAY, JULY 15, 1995 Andy’s gonna be calling back in a few, but oh my God! I’ve got the most amazing news about both our ghost cases! I’ll get into it later.

Later…

OK, here’s what’s currently going on with me and Andy. Yesterday I was trying to stay up so I could sleep later. I was very restless and didn’t feel like doing anything I usually do. I sat on the couch thinking as I stared into space. I wondered if the operator was full of shit when they said they could check statewide for something. So I called and asked for Camp Meadowlark, the second camp I briefly attended when I was about 14. I was transferred to the supervisor who said that only supervisors could look statewide cuz they had different equipment. She didn’t have a Camp Meadowlark listed anywhere in Maine. I then told her I was trying to locate a camp from 20 years ago and asked who she suggested I call to find out info about it. She gave me the number to the Maine state archives. There, I tried about 3 extensions but kept getting machines. Finally, I said, if I get one more machine I’d scream. I knew I’d have to call a handful of numbers and deal with being transferred. So, finally, a real human being answered one of the extensions and I explained myself to her. She gave me the number of the people that inspect camps and stuff like that.

So I called and a woman transferred me to a guy who was finally able to tell me that it was in Raymond, Maine. He said that since 1988 two women have owned it. He gave me their names and the new last name of one of them cuz she got married. It’s been called Camp Nashoba North since ‘88 and when I called there they couldn’t give me any info.

The guy at inspections told me that when it was Camp Naomi it was operated by the Jewish community center! Just like the Y-Day Camp in Springfield that my mother also briefly threw me in. That’s been gone for about 10 years, but Andy went to it and remembered that it was operated by the JCC, too.

This Janet S and Sarah F, who now own Camp Nashoba North, live in Littleton, MA. He gave me their address which I’ll probably never need.

This was a JCC in Newton, MA I had to call. Why the one in Newton and not Springfield, beats me. Being from MA I knew that Newton was outside of Boston and was in the 617-area code. So info gave me a number, but it wasn’t quite theirs. I spoke to an old lady who knew the camp I was talking about, then she transferred me to someone who couldn’t do anything but give me their number. So I called there and spoke to a Barbara M. I told her I was interested in a roster of the counselors’ names from the summer of ‘74 or ‘75, but more than likely the summer of ‘74. I told her I didn’t have a name but described a little about her. She took my number saying she’d talk to someone and asked if it was some kind of reunion. I couldn’t very well say, “Yeah, well I think this woman’s dead and that her ghost is haunting me, so I just wanted to confirm that she really is dead.”

So I told her that I was troubled back then and would just like to say thanks for how she helped me, even though it wasn’t for long. She said that was very impressive. She was truly touched, so I hope that’ll help her to push for information. If I don’t hear from her by Wednesday tops, I’ll call her.

Later…

About Andy’s story - well, he hasn’t been as curious as I’ve been to find out what’s going on in his case. He didn’t want to deal with it and still doesn’t, but is going to try.

A couple of nights ago for the first time in ages, he went to a gay bar right near his complex. When he saw this guy he knew right away that there was some connection. A good feeling came over him, but he wasn’t sure what it was all about and said that sex was only a tiny part of it. So he began to talk to a guy named Jeffrey when the discussion of his birthday being on the 13th came up. Andy said he looked right into the guy’s eyes and that Jeffrey’s eyes told him he was 44. Jeffrey was quite astounded. He gave Andy his number and the last 4 digits are the same as his.

So that night Andy told me about it and knew that there was some kind of connection and that for some reason they were fated to meet.

With me listening silently on the line he called him a few hours ago. While Jeffrey seemed to have a nice speaking voice, he sounded a bit spacey, nervous and confused. Andy noticed too and asked what was wrong. He wouldn’t go into details but said something about “weird” stuff going on. Andy said it wasn’t weird to him after what he was going through. Little by little Andy told him about his ghost (except the rape) and that a few names were going through his head that was given to him. Greg A and a last name beginning with an L.

So, it turns out that Jeffrey may know someone who died about a year ago with that name that was gay.

Then Andy said, “Oh, my God! I just remembered that Jeffrey was one of the names that might have been given to me, too.” I, as his witness, can say that yes, he did tell me that.

So he told Jeffrey that it’s been going on since he moved there last June 1st and was reluctant to tell anyone till he recently told two people, him being the third. He says he now thinks that that’s why he and Jeffrey were fated to meet. To help solve this mystery. He thinks that Greg’s trying to tell him to find his murderer. Jeffrey said that he believes this guy may have died violently, but that it was made to look like a suicide. He also said that there may have been some cult connection. He said he didn’t know Greg well, but that Greg wasn’t black. So maybe he had a black lover and they’re both dead.

Jeffrey then began saying how he lived with his grandmother in a condo in Yuma where strange shit that they both saw and heard happened. Jeff said something about how he thought he may have been put to sleep artificially and he remembers someone standing over his bed saying, “He’s not asleep yet.” People on the roof, and he’s also had that telepathy experience that Andy and I have had too.

Then Jeff and his grandmother moved back to Phoenix and he says he thinks that whatever it is followed him.

Jeff was really freaked with shock over the whole thing. Andy guessing his age, the same last 4 digits in their phone numbers, the Greg case, etc. Jeff says he’s gonna think about it and see if he can find anything out.

Andy and I both know that yes, he could be crazy, hallucinating on drugs, or making it up, but to us, he sounded really genuine. His fear and nervousness over both his situation and Andy’s sounded too real and he agreed that it was either way too coincidental, or a damn good setup if this isn’t for real. He’s apprehensive about meeting Andy for fear that he’s involved in anything which Andy can understand.

Andy said he got the impression that he may know more about these people and this cult than he’d say and seemed terrified of it.

FRIDAY, JULY 14, 1995 Tom just got up for the night, since he went to bed early at 5:45. He’s got me worried and a bit teed off at the moment about his continuing ear problem. He said over a week ago he’d make a doctor’s appointment and he hasn’t. He’s been a bit moody and he even admitted it. He said he felt I wasn’t getting enough attention and was gonna make it up to me. I feel fine, though, and he went down on me this morning.

Later…

I told him how I felt and that I feel pushed away. Also, I’m going to see the GYN I don’t want or need to see cuz I promised him so he’d feel better, so why won’t he go get checked out for me? He says his ear will get better and it’s not worth losing his job over since he’s on probation for two more months and that he won’t get worse. I sure hope not. He insists I take care of him just fine, am a great wife, and take care of the house just fine, but I still wish I could do more for him.

Later…

Tom’s taking a shower now. At 8:30, someone will be coming to recharge the AC and give us estimates as to how much different options would cost.

Tom said he’d try to find a way to find out about Camp Naomi. Great. Yeah, right. Knowing him, I’ll have to wait two years. I wish I knew where to look myself.

Later…

I’m so bored right now and don’t really feel like doing much of anything.

Tom’s waiting for the AC people to get here. They had said between 8:30 - 10:00.

Andy went to collect more of Stevie’s garbage. She’s taking several different medications, but he didn’t mention anything else too important.

Later…

Andy still hasn’t heard anything about having to go to court. I always said he was the lucky one. If it were me, I’d have been subpoenaed by now.

Does this mean anything? I was watching the end of a good movie when it began flickering. I said, “Please Robin. If you can hear me, I’d really like to watch this.”

Then it stopped flickering. So, every time it would do that, I’d close my eyes and say that and it stopped.

I’m getting (or have been having, I should say) this burning desire to either meet her if she’s alive or to be closer to her spirit. It’ll wear off, though, soon enough, but I wonder if I really will always feel her presence?

I’m trying to stay up as late as I can, so we can go out shopping tomorrow. All women love to shop, including me, but I don’t know. I kind of feel guilty about it cuz the work I’m gonna need done on my teeth is gonna cost a fortune.

The AC people never came today, so he’ll have to call a different company.

He said he was gonna call this week about a business license and so far he hasn’t. I really don’t think he’s serious about the business any more than I think he is about a kid. I just wish he’d put his actions where his mouth is! I get so sick of him never doing or doing stuff he says he’ll do 10 years later than when he said he would. It makes me wonder if I can really count on him as far as the singing goes. At least he can keep the roof over our heads and food in here.

My color started to fade, so I was out earlier. We got some birdseed a week ago and I saw a few birds munching out.

I saw a 2-hour special on dance/gymnastics. It was great. Nadia Comaneci is 33 and her fiancée is 38, but they both look like they’re in their 20s. When I saw her, I remembered something else about Camp Naomi. I saw another snotty little camper with a magazine with Nadia’s picture on the cover. I guess I had wanted to read it. All I remember, though, was her telling me that the whole magazine wasn’t about Nadia Comaneci.

Oh, Robin! Are you really truly here? Or are you alive and well? I just want to know!

THURSDAY, JULY 13, 1995 I slept solidly from about 11 AM - 7 PM. I felt fine when I got up, but then I fell back asleep from 7:30 or so till nearly 9 PM. I needed it. I didn’t feel beat or horrible when I finally fell asleep after having been up for 19 hours, but I may have if I didn’t catch up. Can’t do that with a kid around, so it was one of those times when I was grateful we don’t have one.

She was there as I was falling asleep this morning. I could sense her comforting me as she reassured me I’d sleep just fine.

Got my third puzzle book yesterday. I still have about 19 more puzzles left in my second book and 3 backup puzzle books.

Tomorrow night there’s gonna be a combination of gymnastics and dance on TV. That oughta be really cool.

Last night I spoke with Andy and Kim. There’s something about Kim’s voice that bugs me a little cuz it reminds me of Brenda. Brenda had a meek little wimpy voice, but Kim’s not quiet.

As we were talking, Michelle came over to Andy’s so he jumped in the shower. They were going over to Stevie’s. Not to get garbage, but to see if they could hear her singing, as they have before. She’s up all through the night too, and doesn’t go to bed till the sun comes up.

After Michelle got on the phone while he showered, I pretended to hang up. Their conversation was boring, though. Kim, an 18-year-old naïve girl, did the bulk of the talking about how she’s guilty of cheating on Mike, even though they’re not really going out.

My friend Kim left a message today. She began to say it was about something in my letter. Probably about the one I wrote in disguised handwriting for her to send Bob.

She and Doug are going to New Hampshire for a few days, but she says she’ll try to contact me again soon.

Tom says I look sickly thin. How can I look sickly thin at 98 pounds at my height? I feel a little thin, but my lower gut, hips and thighs are still well-cushioned.

Anyway, I took a shower, shaved and brushed my hair which was no problem.

Earlier we had our first real rain since I think early April.

Our TV is still snowy. Tom’s been working on it but doesn’t know how easy it’ll be to fix. I believe he said there was a short in the cable.

Later…

Now I only have 5 more puzzles to do in the last magazine. Did more typing of 92, too. Tom will be getting up soon and I’m just gonna go veg out for now.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 12, 1995 It’s gorgeous out now, but humid. I saw lightning off in the distance, but we only got a few minutes of wind and a few drops of rain. It’s been unusually calm around here.

I received and sent Alex a message, typed books 90 and 92 a bit, read two chapters in my book, and listened to music. I also talked on the phone with Andy and his friends Michelle and Kim.

Oh! I can’t believe I forgot to mention something so funny. That wacko fan of Stevie’s named Sally sent her a package. Stevie never even opened it. It was a tape of her singing and playing the guitar. Bits and pieces of her guitar playing were OK, but I have never heard anything so bad in all my life. I was never even that bad. Andy could kick her ass in a singing contest. Anyway, he’s gonna give me the tape and I may make edits out of it and send it to her.

Anyway, Andy still tells anybody who’ll listen to his problems with whomever he happens to be having problems with at the moment. Right now he is fighting with Velma and Pam. He says he and Bug are getting along fine. He said she began a letter to me before the thing with the phone and pig went down, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get it. He says she’s been sick, so we’ll see.

Although I kept busy and productive through the night, I was also bored. There were other things I could’ve been doing, but I just didn’t feel like it. In fact, I’m almost tempted right now with my boredom and tiredness, to try to lure Robin to me. Maybe I’ll learn more from her, but I don’t know if this is such a wise idea.

I told Tom to let me know when he wants to discuss my case with Robin this weekend. He agreed he’d let me know, but once again, I’m glad I can count on him not to bring it up without me bringing it up first, cuz I really don’t feel like going through it. He was too sick last weekend, but I hope this weekend he’ll be able to mount my cabinet of beads on the wall. That’d make it much easier for me.

For a week now, maybe a little more, I’ve woken up too early except for once. I hope I don’t do that today. I’m sort of beat.

He’ll probably be getting up anytime now but doesn’t need to be at work till 10 AM.

Still haven’t gone through the convo tapes or finished my medley, so I gotta get with it soon. I don’t gotta, but I want to.

Tonight (now last night) was disgustingly humid. This, along with the EC really made it feel like MA, so I switched to the AC.

Later…

Tom’s up now and going over the bills and finances.

I just talked to Lisa and Tammy. They say Becky broke 2 of the 3 necklaces I sent, Lisa lost my address yet again, and Tammy says something’s still wrong with her computer/modem and it’s not hooked up. Why does she waste money paying for Prodigy when they never use it? They’ve used it only a few times since they’ve had it and I know they’ve had it since I’ve been with Tom. That alone has been since April of ‘93.

TUESDAY, JULY 11, 1995 Andy, who’s on the phone now, just got a message from me to give me a call as soon as he can.

I guess for now I’ll go over what stands out in my mind when I communicated with Robin. Actually, it was she who first began communicating with me till I felt my fears and doubt lessen. She basically made it clear to me that she means no harm and doesn’t intend to disrupt my life or relationship with Tom.

There were two significant encounters. The rest of the time I feel her with me on and off. The second time we talked more. Again, it was a telepathy thing. We spoke with our thoughts. There were no voices or anything I could feel in a physical way. Or see. It was all through sensing. It’s not like sensing a certain thing in life is gonna happen. In a way, it’s stronger and surer than when I get one of my stronger feelings that something in life will or will not happen.

As I may or may not have said before, I don’t sense any danger at all. It’s not like I sense or fear that cuz of the strong feelings of love she’s giving off to me that she’s gonna kill me so I can be with her in her way and her world.

Andy says that he’s heard that 1000 years to us is only 1 day to God. Damn! That’s a hell of a long day. Does this mean that Robin feels as if she’s only been dead for a few minutes?

She did hint to me about there being a God. I asked her if what Andy said was true about each of us having guardian angels that work for God. In a way that I can’t quite explain, I got the feeling from her that that is true more or less. God can keep her away from me, for example, like He did the first 10 years she was dead.

I also believe she told me in her own way that she’s now my angel. I was the first one she requested out of several and I guess God OK’d it. If I had a guardian angel before - I have no idea who it could’ve been. Was it anyone I ever knew?

Sometimes I’d sense her sitting by the bed, other times lying next to me. I could sense she didn’t want to smother me with too much closeness so as not to scare me.

In between these two significant encounters, I’ve had quick and slight sensations of her presence by the pool, in the kitchen, back room, and in the living room. Not too often when Tom’s been home and awake. As she said, she doesn’t want to get in our way which is more than appreciated.

I never bluntly asked her if and when I’d ever have some of my dreams and goals granted, but she seemed to imply she would help guide me there if she could and it’s not too far down the road. I don’t see how she can help or what she could do for me or Tom or both of us. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

I told her - don’t come around too often, don’t get too close. She does seem happy enough where she is, so that’s reassuring to know. She did say that anytime I called for her she could almost always come to me unless she was on another mission. Meaning, elsewhere with someone else she knew or whatever.

She said, as long as I always assumed, she could go wherever she wants unless the higher power restricted her for whatever reason, but she can’t be in two places at once.

She was born and raised in Maine, and yes, she could read my journals. She told me not to worry about my journals as she respected my privacy and already knew all there is to know about me from the day I was born till now.

She said we would be together someday cuz I was to die before Tom. Funny, cuz I’ve always felt that. Andy said if I died he hoped I’d will my journals to him. Fine, as long as he promises to return them to Tom if Tom wants them returned.

Then I asked what’ll happen when Tom dies and joins me and she said he and I would be together forever. She said she’d always remain in my life, though. From now till forever after I’m gone.

The things I see and hear are all through sensing. I still can’t make out her face clearly, but she can obviously see mine and anyone else’s as clearly as if one was staring into another’s.

Darkness and light don’t apply or matter in her world, either. At least, they don’t seem to, anyway.

Later…

I just tried to call Andy again. I didn’t leave a message, but he’s still on the phone. Not with Karson, though, cuz I don’t think she’s got call-waiting. I just tried her, but it rang and rang.

Andy still hasn’t heard anything from the pigs or US West, so that’s good.

I think I’ll go type up whatever’s been written so far about Robin so I can have a place where it’s all grouped together. This way if I want to look up something, it’ll be easier.

Later…

Just typed/printed 8 pages of all the stuff I’ve ever written about Robin. There’s one thing I forgot to mention about my case, one thing about Andy’s, and one thing about both our cases. Robin told me she wasn’t as quiet as I thought she was. Yeah, she seems a bit spunky.

Andy said that on the night his ghost raped him, he sensed another unknown source telling him to just relax and that it would be OK. He thinks Greg’s trying to tell him something, but Andy’s like - go away and find someone else who will deal with you and can help you.

After his VCR was repaired for the second time, they demonstrated to him that it was fixed before he took it home. Lately, though, he’s been having trouble with it again, as well as other electrical things around his place. Our TV has been acting weird too, but Tom’s certain he can fix it. I hope so.

Cuz my math is so bad, I just asked Tom how old Linda will be on the 15th since she was born in 1949. She’ll be 46. She’s getting up there.

Later…

I just began 91, the last book of my story.

I got a reply from the staff this morning saying I didn’t specify what organization ran the camp, therefore he couldn’t point me in the right direction.

I called and asked my mother, saying I was writing a book. Of course, she wouldn’t give me any info.

The best thing Tom did to instill patience in me that I now know isn’t for having a kid, is that he hasn’t mentioned reading my story. Of all the things he says he wants to do but doesn’t really want to, this is fine with me cuz I’d really rather keep it to myself. If he surprises me by bringing it up, I’ll let him, cuz I already told him he could read it.

Speaking of surprises, Alex mentioned that he and Kim had sex twice. Really?! I thought they were always just friends. The thing about it is, though, that Alex doesn’t seem Kim’s type and Alex doesn’t seem the type to lie about it.

The only people I’d keep all my promises to are Tom, Andy and Kim. Alex asked me not to tell Kim, but I’ve just got to settle my curiosity and ask her if it’s true. If I ask her not to tell Alex I brought it up, I’m sure she won’t.

My period, which began yesterday, hit me full blast today. This is good cuz last month was rather half-assed. This way it gets it out of my system and I have less build-up of boob soreness too early next month.

For the last 24 hours or so, I’ve felt pretty much no contact from Robin. I suppose I’ll feel her on and off, if never again. I guess I’ll never know for sure what this has been all about. I just wish I knew if she were really dead. I guess the next step would be to try and find out who ran that camp and post messages on AOL and Prodigy and whatever else and ask if anyone’s ever heard of it. I would really rather not go and send Robert Stack a letter at Unsolved Mysteries. They do, however, have cases of people looking for lost loves and friends.

MONDAY, JULY 10, 1995 Andy will be calling back any minute now. He had to go fold his laundry. Andy and I were talking with Karson and their friend Kim till he had to go fold his laundry. Then Karson gave me her number, then hung up cuz Kim wanted to ask me a personal question in private. She said she trusted Andy and knew I could be trusted by what Andy told her.

She asked, “There’s this guy I like named Mike who says he wants me but doesn’t call me. What do I do?”

I said, “Fuck him. There are always gonna be people you want who don’t want you and people who want you that you don’t want. Actions speak louder than words, so if someone’s actions don’t comply with their words - screw them and try finding someone where both of your feelings are mutual.”

Then I called Karson back who demanded to know what she said, but I wouldn’t tell her. I said she had to go out somewhere which was true. Then we hung up and we’ll all talk later.

I finished the library book I had to renew and now I’m on the other one.

I’m gonna go work on a letter to Kim.

I asked Andy if I could tell Tom his ghost story and he said that if I’m gonna tell him mine, I can definitely tell his, too. That’s the idea, but I don’t know if I will for sure or when.

Later…

I answered a question of Kim’s. She asked me where the G spot was located. I always thought that was a woman’s clit. However, the catalog that came with the vibrator showed a diagram showing it to be up inside near the bladder. It said it was hard to locate, but that stimulating it felt noticeably different than clitoral stimulation. This is news to me and now I’m curious to experience this myself. Who knows if I will but they had a G-spot stimulator for sale that looked like a dildo.

I talked with Andy, Karson, and Goofy, but Karson got pissed at us all as she always does, even though she loves every minute of it.

Andy and his friend Michelle are gonna go get more of Stevie’s garbage and I’m gonna read and watch TV.

Later…

I read and watched a movie. I also typed Kim’s letter and retrieved and sent a message to Alex. Andy was on the phone while I was typing part of Kim’s letter so he gave me some lines.

Tom just got up and is eating the hot dogs I just zapped him. He feels and looks much better today. Yesterday he didn’t throw up again, but he felt yucky.

I’ve been swimming on and off and due to being on nights lately, I’ve been skinny dipping. I’m still tanned, but when my schedule’s more towards days I’ve got to get out a little to keep it up. That won’t be too hard at this time of year as it’s been deathly hot between 108º - 112º. Gotta watch out for sun poisoning.

There haven’t been any more significant experiences with Robin. I sense her presence on and off. There is one physical and one emotional change, though. I’m still quite certain that it’s just because and not related to her in any way. It’s still worth mentioning, though.

If you’re like most people, you’d agree that my hair and eyes are my best features. Well, it’s kind of obvious that she likes my hair. This hair is a bitch to maintain. I normally wash it twice, then use either the detangler or the Infusium 23, then have to spend 20 minutes brushing through the knots. Well, the last two times I only washed it once and didn’t put anything else in my hair. Yet strangely enough, I could brush right through it in only a few strokes. Time will tell if all it is is luck.

Also, since this all began, or shortly after, like maybe July 2nd, I haven’t been upset or unable to deal with the fact of never having a kid. It’s not like I’m unable to deal with it every day, but I feel as if I’ve lived through it and gotten over it, even though I’ll always wonder what it would’ve been like. We’ll see.

I just asked Tom if he felt it was unlikely they’d allow a 16-year-old to stay alone in a cabin at a camp. He said, sure. If a 16-year-old was working in a camp, she’d need a place to stay. He said they wouldn’t necessarily have to put her with adults at all. A 16-year-old trying to rent an apartment or buy a house by herself is a whole different story. I’m still unsure about the possibility of her only being 16 back then. It really seemed like she was in her 20s back then. Hell, she could’ve been in her 30s, but I doubt that.

I haven’t decided yet if I’m gonna try to hunt down that camp today. I still doubt I can find them or get any info. It’s been a long long time, but we’ll see.

Later…

Tom just left for work and I called Maine info. As I suspected and was afraid of, there is no Camp Naomi statewide.

Here’s something that’s cool. I made the comment, “I’m not always gonna have periods” to Tom before he left (meaning when I get fixed). and he said, “You won’t get periods for a while, but you’re entitled to your opinion as I am.”

The cool part of it is that I didn’t feel pissed or sad and think, don’t lie to me or kid either of us! Guess it’s because I’m so used to this shit now.

Anyway, I’ll never know for sure now if this thing with Robin is for real, will I? My instinct says it is, though. I have yet to write a few more things we “talked about” but I’ll get around to it after I’ve had some serious sleep. All I know right now is that I feel a constant warm, wonderful, and content feeling regardless of what I’m doing and if Tom’s present or not. I used to feel love and security from one source - Tom. Now I feel love from two sources.

Later…

Tom asked me if I found out the location of that camp today. I told him they didn’t have anything statewide and he said they didn’t keep records of camp counselors. He did tell me to search the subjects on AOL and Prodigy and see if I can find a map that’d list smaller places outside of Portland. I tried, but couldn’t find anything. An “ask the staff” box came up, so I sent them a question about how I was trying to locate info on this camp even though I couldn’t get any number for it cuz I was trying to locate someone I had known there. I’ll just have to wait and see what they say. I don’t know how long it takes to get a response from them. Dead or alive, all I need is a number and a name to find out whatever happened to her.

That was really nice of Tom to offer to help me.

This weekend I told him I’d tell him about Andy’s and my experiences. Ultimately, I’ll probably never know for sure what really happened to this woman or if she’s really dead. All I can do is sum up which of the 3 possibilities feels stronger - my imagination, thought vibrations, or her spirit. Number 3 is definitely the strongest.

Even if I could just find out if she were dead or alive with no explanations would be enough for me. I’d like to make contact and say thanks if I could know she was alive, and I’d like to know how and when she died, if she’s dead, but if I could only start with knowing if she were dead or alive!

I asked myself if this entity/spirit could be someone other than her or my grandparents. “No way,” immediately comes to mind. If it isn’t her through being alive or dead, then I have one wacky imagination. One clever enough to have a rational person such as I am totally fooled.

I’ve been meaning to try to remember and write down anything else she said to me or that I told or asked her. I’ll do this later. Right now I have other things I want to do.

Later…

In this week’s TV guide, there’s a thing for monthly teddy bear figurines. It’s from the same company that we got our plates from for free. However, they no longer send you plates till they get your payment. This one says they’ll bill you with the first shipment. They know this address, but not Andy’s, so I asked him if I could send it to his place to give to me. Then he’ll get lots of NPN envelopes from these people, as I still do, which he can have. I asked him on his machine and will wait till he calls me.

This experience has heightened my curiosity. I may do some research on subjects like this and see what books the library may have about it.

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SKYLAR

Ever since she was capable of speaking again, Sky did not hold back - not that she did before this, but today especially. "Diiiiiiishhhhneeeeee!" she hollered at the top of her lungs the moment she was wide awake. Jumping up and down, she repeated as she run around as much as her tiny legs would let her. "We ah going to Disssshnnneeeeeeeee!" She yelled as she striked a pose that looked very similar to the type of victory poses soccer players do once they score.

MILA

Miles had luckily been up for about an hour by the time Sky decided to remind them of what they already knew. It wasn't that she wasn't looking forward to the trip as well, but the idea of mass quantities of people tended to dampen the idea a bit. "I want waffles." Was the equivalent response she provided as she sat in the hotel bed she shared with her mothers.

KEAGAN

She chuckled softly as she observed the difference between the twins. Taking Sky's hand, she walked over to the bed and held out a hand towards Miles. "Let's go get waffles, I'm sure mommy is already getting them ready for you as we speak." Also the earlier Sky gets out there, the faster she'll be reunited with her girlfriends and hopefully that could calm the kid down enough for cuddles.

LUKE

Her sleep schedule -or lack thereof- didn't really change too much with the addition of twin toddlers to the mix. If anything, it helped. Keagan got to hog her pups, they all got to sleep-in a bit more, and Luke got things started for them so they were ready when they woke up. Outfits were set out in the small living room of the resort suite, and she was putting the finishing touches on breakfast when she heard the screams that let her know Skylar was up and it was now everybody's problem.

"Alright, we have a plain short-stack with raspberries for Miles, a decked out full-stack for Sky with a plate of bacon on the side, and full breakfast sampler for mom," she said as she set out each plate before the now seated wolves. "I appreciate nothing more about these suites Leo got us than the fact we get a kitchen, because I _cannot_ imagine the circus it would be trying to make it down to the resort's breakfast buffet instead."

KEAGAN

It was no surprise to anyone that Sky was already reaching out for her stack before her butt even touched the seat. Ruffling the older twin's hair as she sat, she thanked Luke for the breakfast before taking a bite out of her own plate. "Oh god, Sky would be screaming all the way down." She laughed, pinching her daughter's cheek at the protest before using her thumb to wipe the syrup off the corner of her mouth. Sometimes she worried that Sky was going to choke on her food from the way she was inhaling them.

She looked over to her other daughter who was literally the opposite of the redhead. At least she didn't have to worry about Miles eating too quickly. "Miles, what are you looking forward to at Disney?" She had a feeling that no one was really looking forward to the crowd and the line-ups, but hopefully there was something that the kid will love.

LUKE

It took a lot of willpower to keep a straight face at Keagan's comments, given the very evident irony of her calling out Sky while doing a slightly more chill version of 'wolfing down'. Instead she just grinned, nodded, and took a drink of her coffee. She glanced over at Miles to see the younger twin was having the same thought process but focusing on separating her berries.

She did end up snorting coffee as Miles replied to her mother's question with just "Weaving". Regaining her breath she said, "I think our less talkative tot is upset that the things she likely would appreciate, she's not physically old enough for." Miles nodded as she chewed some waffle before adding, "Cos'pirasee teerey." Luke smiled and looked back at Keagan, "See, we got two more words. On the right track."

KEAGAN

Keagan couldn't help but gently pinch the younger twin's cheek at the reply. While it wasn't what she was hoping, she did expect an answer like that. "You aren't even looking forward to seeing the mascots?" She barely finished her question when Sky piped up, 'I AMMMMMM!!!!"

The brunette laughed at the sudden outburst. "We know you are, you're looking forward to everything, we just hope you have enough energy to actually get through everything. At the rate you're going, I think you might crash before we even step foot to the entrance."

LUKE

"Mascots are weird," she grumbled, only to have Miles nod in agreement. Glancing back over at the redhead, she went ahead and gave her a 'refill' on bacon. Last thing they needed was the energy level Skylar was currently possessing turnig into a tantrum because 'no she did _not_ eat all her bacon where is it??'

"Bold of you to assume this one plans on anything short of being carried like the princess she is across the entrance...if not the majority of the park," Luke snorted, before setting her coffee down and going to stand across the counter from Miles. "Tell you what Nuggy, you and I can work together to follow the initial trail of where we might find ol' D-man's forzen head, _if_ you promise to play nice so the other tots can have a good time?"

KEAGAN

She laughed when Sky nodded her head at the idea of being carried for majority of the day. "So this kid is either being princess carried or sitting in the kid wagon for most of the day - what are your little legs for, princess?" She sighed as she nudged her empty plate forward to make space to rest an elbow.

It was sort of funny to see the difference between the twin - Sky was so excited compared to Miles who was dreading having to be in a sea of people. Understandable, but Keagan found it so adorable. "Will it make you feel better knowing that Callie's going with us?" Even though they were family, it seemed that the young shapeshifter did not want to spend a full day with her cousin alone even if it was in a theme park - especially now that they could actually talk.

LUKE

Luke chuckled and said, "Well she is a product if her-" _genetics_, is what she originally planned to say, but noting the now empty breakfast plate in front of the Calvetti woman she settled on, "-her _raising_. So my bad, I guess." The last thing she needed was a grumpy fiancé, on top of a spoiled mini-hurnado, _on top_ of a grumpy introvert being taken to the 'happiest place in earth'...at least not this early in the day.

The way Miles immediately froze and her expression went completely blank, had Luke already making her way around the counter. Which, luckily, had her in prime position to catch the kid, chair and all, when she tried to bolt to her room and forgot booster seats meant she was strapped in. "Okay, ease up there Nuggy," she began as she righted the chair. "She's been with us for ages now as her regular self, and would _you_ want to spend the entire trip with bitch-who-shall-not-be-named?" The way the kid looked around the room at everyone present, had even Sky being quiet...if one didn't count the sound of her continued eating, of course. "Tay...but I dun wanna walk eever. Too many steps wif too little feet." Luke smiled and glanced up at Keagan. "I think we can work with that."

SKYLAR

She had been diligently eating her breakfast - and the seconds (thirds, forths, etc) that came after that she didn't have anything to contribute to the conversation. She already made her point across earlier anyways. However, when a certain someone was called, her for only slowed down as she focused on her sister's reaction. Her grin only widened when Miles accepted the fact that Callie was going to chill with them.

"Callie's nuh gonna like it if she knew you tried to run away!" The wolf focused back on her food when their mom gave her a warning glare. "Juh shaying". She paused before piping up again. "Ish bitch-who-shall-nuh-be-named going too?"

MILA

Considering the only people aside from herself that would even know she tried to run away were her moms and Sky, and obviously the moms would never spills, the only way that was even a consideration was if Skylar was thinking about telling... "Dun make me hide you gwasses."

Miles knew it was more than guaranteed that the _other_ cousin would go as well, just with her own guardians. "Yeah, but not wif us...right? She's _not_ going wif us, say she's not."

KEAGAN

God, how she loved her girls. Just watching them bicker like this was just so... Endearing - much like everything else they've done. "No one is going to tell Callie that." She warned as she gave the older twin a sterner look. The last thing they want was to upset the shapeshifter whose crush on Miles was pretty obvious to most.

"No, baby, she's not. Aleja and Blake will be keeping an eye on her so that she won't be able to approach anyone." It was common knowledge that the cousin was not liked by most of the scoobs; there was no reason to aggravate that. "We'll get everyone changed amd ready to go after you're done eating, okay?"

+Cut to - Disney entrance: Later the same day

TOMI

It had been quite the morning already, what with her mom...moms?...trying to wrangle four kids to get them all Disney-ready, and her dad just moping as he looked on. Like seriously? Man could've easily offered to help, if even it wasn't from the heart. Personally, Tomir felt it would just a tad less likely to be completely ignored if he would _try_. As her stroller finally made it past the turnstiles and into the park, she'd reached her first limit of the day. "Momma! Sean is cwying again, and we _just_ got here. What are they _two_?? "

AYDEN

She had been doing her best to help Izzy with the kids every step of the way. Even though the Beta wolf was there, Ayden did notice that Izzy was not going to bother with him and just carried on until Braxton gets his shit together. The shifter was not going to get in the middle of that. Her attention was pulled when she heard the sass in the kid's voice and couldn't help but let out a light chuckle before scooping up the crying one. "What's the matter, baby?" She gave a light kiss to Sean's temple before looking down. "What's got you so upset?"

SEAN

It was very overwhleming to finally be entering the magical place that she'd come to terms with never getting to visit, a long time ago. With her dad being who he was, the idea of _ever_ making it to the 'Happiest Place on Earth' was just an impossible dream. And now, her currently tiny body was far too overwhelmed by emotion. Calming down slightly as she nuzzled into Ayden, Sean could only whimper, "Too happy."

AYDEN

Ayden looked over to Izzy with a half-aww, half-pout of her own, silently telling the other to look at how cute Sean was. "Too happy.." She hummed as she thought about the reason, "Because you're at Disney? We should make more trips here then, how does that sound? And look! Over there.. Ryllie's here." She said with a hint of surprise. Somehow they convinced Ryllie to come to such a crowded place.

IZZY

If she hadn't been busy setting two other babies in the big wagon with Tomi, Izzy may have started crying herself. She didn't need Sean to have a full vocab right now to know exactly why the tears even though they were happy. "We'll definitely make this at least a yearly trip, and hopefully with you tall enough to actually ride most rides," she said.

AMARYLLIS

She had been dreading coming here since she learned of the plans. Her sister on the other hand, was the complete opposite. However, her dread was quickly overtook by concern and anger when she saw Sean crying. Letting go of her mother's hand, she ran - or trotted - over the best she could and looked up at Sean. "...Who made you cry?"

ARTEMIS

Having overheard the question, the toddler snorted. "Why bover asking? You can't even wipe your own butt yet, what are you gonna do with the ansah?"

CATALINA

"Dun be mean, Ahtee." The little mermaid said while cuddling with the faerie in their own little wagon. "We ah here to have fun! I wanna take pichas wif Pluto!!"

LEO

"Alright, no one's being to anyone...except maybe Blake and Aleja's little bundle of bitchiness, but aside from that we're all here to have a good time! Let's face it, how many of you got to go on vacation with your parents you were originally this tall?" It wasn't the best thign to point out, but it _was_ effective in getting everyon to settle down. "Now, we don't all have to stick together, but considering that kids definitely have dependecy issues with others, I'd recommend splitting up accordingly. Evan you're with us by default."

DYLAN

This may be the first time she had ever visited the theme park - it went without saying that the Waldorfs were *not* the family bonding type of people... And even if they were, going to a theme park would not be the method. It was crowded and not in the fun way. The place was filled with kids. To think that Dylan was here, somewhat voluntarily was a miracle on its own; Nox would have a field day with this. Her distaste disappeared as quickly as it appeared at the plan of sticking together. "I think we will be fine on our own, no?"

[D

Having taken stock of their wagons and ensure that they had all of their actual babies _and_ their furry ones -Leo having gotten the pets emotional support certifications, Dee snapped her attention to the woman. Pinning her with a stern gaze, she said, "Look here, Miss Ma'am. You are _guest_ on this family trip. Fer's 'plus one' and Julian's best friend. Your attitued and how you manage to act around everyone else from the moment we arrived in Florida to the second we leave is going to determine whether or not you'll just be included by default on the _next_ family trip, ya dig?"

FLORENCIA

She looked over when she heard Dee scold someone, and not surprisingly, it was Dylan. What she didn't expect was the bitch actually shutting up and had a brief look of surprise when there was was a chance she might be included on the next trip. "... She didn't even sass back at Dee. Who *is* she?" She muttered to Kieran. It had been a while since they all bunked up at the hotel but every time, Ren was still fascinated by this change. "Anyways... Did we grab a map of the park?"

KIERAN

Kieran glanced over at the other group and simply said, "Someone with a survival instinct. I was constantly doing the same thing around her, and I was the one with the gun and the badge." The woman may have been human, but she was imposing and nothing if not protective of her kids. "Diego said he was going to grab one....but that was like ten minutes ago so, I don't think we're getting a map."

FLORENCIA

"Damn.. Never mess with Dee." She muttered. "I guess we'll just have to grab one ourselves along the way." Ren straightened up and started looking around to see if she could even spot her brother, "I think he's more excited about this trip than Steve... Whatever, he'll find us eventually." Speaking of her sister, she looked over to the wagon. "Is there anything you want to ride today? No rollercoasters, obviously." That definitely got a pout. "I think every kid today is not happy about no rollercoasters." She chuckled, "Something tells me that we might all need to come back when they revert back to normal."

KIERAN

The older witch let Ren finish, but when the fire witch went to go ahead and begin moving further into the park, she reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I think you're forgetting something super crucial, and no, I don't mean Diego." With her head, she nodded over to where Avery was standing awkwardly with her brother, clearly dying to join them, but not wanting to just make a move to tag along without being explicitly invited. Likely due to Ren's temper.

FLORENCIA

She looked over her shoulder and spotted the youngest Rendall looking rather longingly towards them. Surely if it was just Diego and Kieran, Avery would have already been following them. "Why .. are you standing there like that?" She asked without yelling since she was sure that the wolf could hear her from there. "Come on.. Steve wouldn't forgive me if you don't come along anyways." Her sister motioned to her girlfriend to come over, "Dat's right." Point in case. "Am I that scary?"

KIERAN

"You really _don't_ want me to answer that," Kieran quipped as she took over the pushing of the wagon, given that Avery had climbed right on in and Steve was already making herself comfortable. "Alright, I know we're mostly sticking to the age-appropriate things for the little bit, but I still want to get a head start on trying to hit up each and every food place at least once." Having learned she was adopted, she couldn't really say she _wasn't_ something other than witch, but she was sure she wasn't part wolf...even if she could eat like one.

FLORENCIA

She watched as the very much still adult sized Avery climbed into the wagon. Whatever.. Steve was happy so Ren was not going to say anything. "Wouldn't it make more sense for you to join Luke's group? They've got Sky.. Who is bound to have the same goals at you at this park then." She chuckled before looping around her girlfriend's arm. "Wait, there's literally food everywhere."

KIERAN

"I mean if you're looking to spend the day at Disney with your sister and her gf then, I can definitely leave you to it," Kieran said. It wasn't an issue for her either way, as she could understand Ren wanting to have some alone sister time...or as alone as it got with Avery there. "Yeah...yeah there is," she said almost dreamily.

FLORENCIA

"I'd like to spend the day with my girlfriend too, you know." But there was no way she'd trust her baby sister with Avery alone.. and where was Diego really? "I guess we'll all be trying out all the food along with you - and thank god we're not going on rollercoasters today because that would be a really, really bad idea."

DIEGO

He ran up to his sisters (all three, Kieran counted) and stopped handing Ren the map. "Sorry, I had to convince Jack that she was more than okay to go off on her own, and then I just kept getting girls offering their numbers, and...ya know, I think we may actually need a nee map. One that _doesn't_ have numbers written all over it."

AVERY

Her girlfriend was so much cuter and a lot less delicate now that she was a little more grown. (She never understood why people thought babies were cute) While she still wished Maite was back to normal, this wasn't so bad if she could get away with riding in the wagon around the park. Her eyes looked up when Diego started talking about numbers. "Ohhhh someone's popular. To have a map filled with numbers? Did they all catch your eye if you're willing to keep the map? "

DIEGO

Glancing over at the sound of Avery's voice he looked confused for a bit before he shifted his gaze down _into_ the wagon. "Uh, no. If anything I'd say you and Kieran could keep it but my sisters would likely kill you...respectively. And don't think Steve won't just because she's tiny. Kid electrocuted our pet goldfish when she was this little the first time."

FLORENCIA

Her eyes looked down at the map, "Diego, get rid of that or I'll burn it." It was only because they weren't in Fallcrest that she didn't already set it on fire yet. "No one's keeping it - I don't want any of the Rendalls to come after us because Steve electricuted their baby sister."

DIEGO

"I mean, in all fairness, she'd be sadly missed, but I doubt either Rendall bro would want to risk you setting _them_ on fire if they try anything against Steve," Diego pointed out, but was already tossing the now useless map away. "I vote we just wing it, and like use those 'you are here' boards for navigating. Have an adventure!"

FLORENCIA

This really went back to her question - was she that scary? "Anyways, I guess that would be sorta the way to go.. Kieran is about to use all the places that has food as our map." She snorted, "Wait, are we also hitting up the stalls that are the same but just in different spots of the park?"

KIERAN

"I mean it's the easiest way to get seconds without having to stall through the queue at the same spot and risk boredom."

AVERY

"Kieran has this all planned out." She held the toddler close to her. "Honestly, doesn't this give y'all a whole Twilight vibe? Me, a wolf. Maite, the toddler. " With that, she nuzzled her girlfriend before giving the kid a kiss to the temple. "What are we eating first?" Avery was already prepared for this foodventure.

DIEGO

Diego nodded as Avery spoke only to reply with, "Only you would find a way to make this even more cringe- Ow!" He immediately went to rub his arm where the aforementioned toddler had zapped him. "I'm not wrong! Twifart knowledge was cringe when _you_ brought it home and it's cringe when your girlfriend references it now!" Did it matter that a grown man was arguing with a toddler while the kid sat in a wagon with grown woman? Clearly not to Diego, and honestly not to anyone else. Everyone was too invested in their own magical vacation...Except maybe Luke and Miles who did happen to give the male a witch an odd look as their group passed them by. "Sibling rivalry," was all he said, to which they both just nodded, seemingly in perfect understanding.

AVERY

"You're picking the wrong battle here." She chuckled, obviously proud of the fact that Maite zapped him and not her. Avery learned long ago that one does not mess with the women of the Velazquez household. They were quite the force - and she simply didn't want to get burnt nor zapped for the most part. "But speaking of Twilight, I would *love* it if the whole sparkling vampires were a thing. Shine bright like a diamond for reals."

DIEGO

"Oh just hit up Bridgeport Bar during Pride. You'll see all the sparkly vampires your heart could ever desire and more," he replied. It was clearly from experience, but this was something that should surprise absolutely no one. "You'll also find that you can meet various kinds of 'bears' if you manage to pick the right time of day."

AVERY

"You think I haven't been to the bar during Pride? Di. Please." She made a face, looking down at the baby. "This.. whole thing really.. highlights the fact that.. Wow, my girlfriend *really* isn't of age yet to go to the bar." She laughed before letting a yelp, grabbing her arm immediately from the sudden jolt. "Sorry, sorry."

KIERAN

"Hi! Sorry to interrupt this _riveting_ conversation, but could we possible walk and talk please? I skipped breakfast so I could speak the phrase 'Only Eating Foods at Disney World for 24-hours' and have it be _true_, and if you think an angry Ren is scary, you've never seen a _hangry_ me."

SKYLAR

She had been listening in on the group's conversation and she kept pointing in their direction. "Mommy, Mom! Dey.. Dey're going around for fooooood. Can we do dat too?!" If the girl wasn't strapped in, she would've jumped out. "I wannaaa do datttt. Dey're going ta get sooo much food!"

LUKE

Luke glanced over at Keagan immediately and said, "Looks like we're parting ways earlier than expected co-pilot. One kid wants to eat, one kid wants to check out conspiracy theories. You have have Erin as your back up, and I'm sure Izzy will let you borrow Tomie. I'll manage with Callie..." She glanced at Miles briefly and added, "For no particular reason."

KEAGAN

She gave a sigh, accepting the fact that sticking together for the day was an impossible feat especially when the girls' interests were very different from one another. She leaned in to give Miles a quick kiss on the cheeks before taking her sister out of the wagon. "Okay, we'll go with that." Keagan would love to spend more time with Miles and she was definitely looking forward to getting her daily dose of Miles cuddles later. "We'll see you guys later then." She said, not leaving before giving her fiancee a kiss.

DIEGO

The new additions to their group were more than welcome, and it didn't take long at all for them to have hit the first place for food, and while everyone was busy eating, Diego did what he does best. "Okay, so I'm going to ask what everyone is dying to know: Is it true that the twins are really, like legit, Luke's bio kids? Like what kind of cradle-robbing magic?"

KEAGAN

Keagan looked up in time to see Ren smack her brother in the arm for asking. "Did Lyra tell everyone already?" She sighed, "Yes, they are - 'legit Luke's bio kids'." The smile on her face when Sky beamed up at her, "Magic's weird as we all know."

DIEGO

He rubbed at the spot where his sister had made contact, but his face soon took on a look of concentration as the Deputy's answer sunk in. "The girls are eighteen now right? So like, that would mean that if math is still a thing, then Luke would've been seven- ow ooof!" His cry at another smack was cut short as Kieran stuffed a waffle in his open mouth.

KEAGAN

She gave the witches a grateful look for shutting up the brother. Bless him, there are times Diego reminded her of Braxton but with a little bit more aware of things - although right now, that awareness is not there. Choosing to ignore what Diego was going to say, she turned her attention to her kid and the girlfriends. "How's the food?" The question was really for anyone *other than* her own kid.

ERIN

The witch had to admit that it was quite entertaining to see the normally unfazed Keagan, tinge a bit and flail to change the subject. "If the fact that Kieran and Sky seem to be in an unspoken competition to see who can get this stall to close early first, I'd say it's great," she replied, taking a bit of her own before a cheeky grin came over her features. Waiting until exactly when Keagan had just taken a mouthful she said, "You know, it's one thing to know you're six years older than Luke and a completely different one to think about that gap eighteen years and nine months back."

KEAGAN

Somehow, it was expected that someone was not going to let the topic drop. However, she was not going to deep dive into that in the middle of the theme park, nor in front of everyone either. Keagan gave Erin a warning glare, though she doubt it was at all effective since this was her daughter's girlfriend. "I'm aware." was all she said before focusing on the two babies between Erin and her, filling up their plates with more food.

TOMI

Not even bothering to look up from her food, the girl just said, "You can't kill her, Aunty K. I would miss her too much, and Sky would never stop howling." Glancing up she shook her head and said, "And no one wants that."

SKYLAR

She looked up right at that, eye wide at her mother and then all around. "No killing Ewin! You can't kill Ewin. You love Ewin." She was part of the family now so this was a definite no-no. "We ah all here to have a good time. No killing."

LUKE

With Miles firmly strapped to her back, Luke had managed to find a way to orb into the bathroom nearest her family and slowly approach them. "Hey," she began slowly, "Everything going alright? I got sense that Sky was a little scared and that _someone else_ was feeling _scary_..."

SKYLAR

She wanted to wiggle out of her seat but the girl was strapped in so instead she motioned for Luke to come closer. Leaning in and covering her mouth to whisper as if any of that would actually stop anyone from overhearing, especially at this table. "I think mom got upset wif Ewin..."

LUKE

Luke dutifully went over and over and listened to the 'secret'. It took everything in her not to say anything in response, simply nodding and sharing a look with Miles over her shoulder. "I think it's fair to say that if we can't keep our _emotions_ in check this early on in the day, maybe it would be best to head back to the hotel..."

AVERY

She stared in awe as the situation unfolds and.. diffuse. "Did..." She started while her hand started raising to point towards the Paladin. "Did you just.. Oh my god, did you just try and *ground* Keagan?" In all her years alive, she would have never guessed that Luke had *that* much power over Keagan. "I didn't even know that was possible. Like, never in a million years did I think Keg and Ren would be like this. This is absolutely mind-blowing."

LUKE

She felt the flare up in irritation an Avery's choice of words, and calmly walked over to where she was seated. "There are so many things that _I_ didn't know were possible either until I almost died," she said, eerily calmly as she reached a hand to hover over the woman's bright Minnie-Mouse cupcake. With a subtle glow, the top of the cupcake found its way to Diego's plate, and Luke just turned to face Aves with a grin and said, "Like _that_. And you know, I'm almost certain I can do it with _anything_."

KEAGAN

"*Okay*. Enough. No one is getting killed, no one is getting *orbed away*. No one is upset with anyone." She sighed as she got Sky out of her seat so she could sit the kid on her knees. "I need a dosage of the twins." She was squeezing Sky into a tight hug while peek up over at the other twin, silently asking for a hug from her as well.

LUKE

Luke was admittedly tempted to just orb Miles over to her mother, but there were far too many people for her to get away with that, so instead, she got her out of the carrier on her back and went to go sit her on her mother's lap. "Enjoy her willingness to cooperate, because I can already feel her little 'social battery' starting to drain. Granted, not as fast as it might in such a crowd."

KEAGAN

Her face lit up even more when Luke passed Miles over to her. "Hey baby." She gave the kid a kiss on the top of her head before embracing the moment she was having with both her girls. "Thanks for endulging me." The mother wolf chuckled though she didn't budge at all from her position. "Did you have fun?" She did notice that Callie was no longer with them, but didn't say a word about it. Granted, she did trust that Luke didn't abandon her alone.

LUKE

Without missing a beat, Luke simply said, "We did have to leave Callie with Aleja and Blake. She wasn't too fond of the idea of exploring the hidden tunnels...well, she wasn't fond of the idea of exploring the hidden tunnels with the goal of ultimately finding a frozen head."

AVERY

"*Oh*.. Little Callie's stuck with the bitch baby." Whatever fear she felt a moment ago with Luke was gone already. "Poor girl.. To have to pick between that cousin of hers... and a frozen head." She grimaced before her girlfriend smacked her in the arm. The youngest Rendall immediately switched her attention back to her girlfriend, taking pictures of the toddler. "Seeing y'all as children is like.. free content from the family album." Maybe she got over the weirdness after all.

DIEGO

He really wanted to be a good boy, but his curiosity would always win out. That and he was like the only single dude in the group so he didn't have the luxury of being distracted- unless, oh wait, a very fine lady was walking over. He smiled broadly and was about to introduce himself before she beelined for the tallest person in the group. He immediately turned to look at Avery and whispered, "Should we take shelter under the table or flat-out just like runt away?"

KEAGAN

The amount of joy she had with just holding the twins in her arms. God, she just wanted to snuggle with them forever - Sky would let her, Miles... not so much. And while she wanted to continue with this bliss, someone decided to approach the group and interrupt that. She watched as the woman walked right up to Lucas - quite confidently at that too. Her brow arched up when the lady started introducing herself. "Miles, are you hungry? Did you get to eat when you were off finding frozen heads?" She shot a quick glare at Avery who muttered something along the lines of 'there might be a frozen head here soon'.

MILA

Miles leaned her head against her mom's chest, feeling oddly calm and relaxed being held by her. She wasn't one for cuddles, but sometimes a girl just needed her mom in a sea of strangers. Glancing up at the question she said, "Yes ma'am. Momma got us food. You're heart is beating awful fast for how slow you're bweathin'. Are you okay?"

SKYLAR

Taking advantage that her sister was willing to cuddle, Sky also grabbed Miles' hand as she leaned against mom herself. "Mommy's getting hit on. Mom doesn't like that." She pointed out as she looked right up at the stranger who looked pretty startled.

LUKE

Luke immediately looked over at Keagan concerned by both the twins' words. Then looked back at the other in confusion as Sky's words sunk in. "That's- no, that's not what's- Is it?" At the grin from her old friend, Luke simply scowled and said, "This is Deena, an old friend from school back when Ricky moved us to Jersey City. We haven't even talked since then so the rather cavalier approach here is, unexpected."

Moving over to rest an arm around Keagan's shoulders she then added, "Deena, this is Keagan. My _fiancé_, and these are _our_ girls, Skylar and Mila. And before you ask, yes. Same 'Keagan'. No, I will not give you any details. Enjoy your day at the park."

FLORENCIA

She leaned over to her brother and whispered, "Maybe running away might be a good plan." She watched as Luke introduced her family to the *old friend* but even when the Paladin tried to send her away, Deena didn't seem to want to step away. "..yeah.. let's uh.. go to the next food stall."

DEENA

It was hardly a secret that her old friend had done _very_ well for themselves. Even with the little extended 'hiatus' that the rest of her band had to take due to 'school' or whatever, their socials and streams were through the roof. Of course, the magical community all new what happened with the last seal being broken, so only time would tell how long the school excuse would last, but Deena figured if Lucas was at Disney, it was probably with the reverted nieces she never met...which turned out to be right, but she hadn't exactly banked on the mom of the kids being along.

"Fiancé? Well that'll be some _news_ for the fanbase. Everyone does love the work that Lyra puts in to capture your best assets," she said, trying to find a smooth way to handle _that_ curveball. "Or, well, the band's assets," she clarified looking at Keagan. "Lucas just happens to be the one we all know is guaranteed to be legal."

SKYLAR

She looked up at the lady without moving from her position. "You follow da band?" Sky asked, somewhat intrigued. "... Do you know the songs?" It was obvious to everyone that this Deena definitely only followed for Lucas - since she was literally just thirsting over the one 'guaranteed to be legal'. "Mommy, your friend is sus."

LUKE

Luke saw the intent in Deena's eyes even before she moved, and as a result when her _former_ friend took a step towards her family, she was met with the solid wall that was the paladin. "Do. Not." Was all she managed to growl out, already feeling her teeth sharpening behind her lips. Taking a deep breath to regain control, she simply stated, "I don't know what your intention in approaching me today was, but I would consider it done and dusted. Don't think that having been a friend once-upon-a-time means that I will somehow hesitate to do whatever it takes to keep you away from my family."

She thought she was ready for whatever Deena threw her way in response -what else can someone expect from a grown woman petty enough to want to attack a kid?- but the words that came from her lips next weren't quite on the list. "Don't you mean your _brother's_ family? You can tell yourself whatever you want, _Lucas_, but the truth of the matter is that in the eyes of the rest of the world, you are the little brats' _third_ parent, and who knows _what_ number of lover to their lovely mother." The sound of the slap that followed was notable, but Luke was just focused on not giving into the anger.

KEAGAN

Her grip tightened on the girls while shifting her body to protect them the instant she saw those eyes changed. As Luke warn the woman, Keagan set the girls down next to Erin and Tomi so she could have her full body being an extra wall behind Luke.

As she was settling them in, she was not prepared for what Deena said next. Before she knew it, she was already up in front of the bitch and swung her palm across the cheek. If they weren't at Disney, that would've been a punch with *all* her strength. "You do *not* get to speak to my fiancé like that. And you most certainly didn't try to approach our girls either." Her eyes glowed as she growled out her words. "I don't really care what your intentions are but you're going to take them and your ass away from us while we're still telling you *nicely*." She was tempted to toss the woman out of the park herself.

LUKE

As soon as Keagan's hand was back by the woman's side, her own hands went right into her pockets. She was still working on managing the fact her wolf traits weren't bound to a full moon, but _were_ easily influenced by her emotions. Things were made a little harder given that her current emotions were also laced by Keagan's current emotions. The anger only ebbed slightly to give way to guilt, as she felt that this was all her own doing in having befriended that woman in the first place. An irrational thought, but a logical one.

The only thing that managed to bring her back to the present moment was the sudden overwhelming _need_ to have Deena be _not_ here...and then suddenly the woman was dissipating into purple orbs of light and just like that she was gone. "I really hope that doesn't start happening _every_ time we want someone gone, because I might be orbing your sister to Timbuktu on accident."

SKYLAR

She had been holding onto the arms of both people next to her as she watched this all go down. "Mom shudda punched her harder." She mumbled, "Mommy.." She reached out for Luke, "Don't orb Aunt Lyra to Timbuktu, we might actually never see again." She chuckled and quickly pressed her lips against her mom's cheek. "Dun listen to that lady. She's bullshitting so hard." Whatever she said about her parents didn't matter to her. Luke was their mom and nothing was going to change that.

LUKE

The paladin was glad that the sudden execution of a new -at least new to her- power was enough to real in the wolf as she was able to pull her hands out of her pockets and catch the tiny tot that was inbound. "I make no promises, but if I happen to orb her there, I can promise to go get her back," Luke replied, her tone back to normal and ever jovial when speaking to the twins.

Luke gave her eldest mini-me a a good squeeze and big ol' kiss to the cheek, that stopped when there squeals heard. "I could be your tenth parent for all I care, but _you_ are, have been, and _always_ will be _my_ kids."

KEAGAN

She leaned up and gave both Luke and Sky a kiss before going back to the other girls, lifting Miles into her lap again. "You okay, baby?" She asked before her attention returned to the other half of the family. "Where did you even orb her to?" Now she was wondering if Luke could just accidentally orb someone to the bottom of the ocean. "You okay?" She asked, also feeling guilty herself because the mess she created.

LUKE

Glancing over, all she saw was Keagan pulling a toddler back onto her lap that had her hands firmly clasped over her ears. She would've been more concerned if Miles didn't keep her hands there even as she nodded at Keagan's question, and then promptly dropped her head back onto her mother's chest. Luke was already making her own way over to the pair, holding Sky out to Keagan, as the kid made grabby hands at her sister. "Uh...well....see, about that- I _think_ I orbed her back to the parking lot....but this has never really happened before with a wholeass person so, I don't really know."

Luke got distracted watching as the younger twin finally moved her hands away from her ears only to clasp her arms around her sister. The question aimed at her just made her shrug, and say, "Yeah, I'm good." Their day had been sidetracked enough.

KEAGAN

Making room for the older twin again, she visibily melted when Miles reciprocrated the cuddle. She even looked up at Luke, silently asking if she could see this as well. They really were the most precious thing in her life. Keagan immediately kissed the top of their heads again. God, too cute. "Well, whatever.. as long as she's away from us I guess." Any troubles, she'll have to figure it out herself. The audacity of that woman for threatening her family when things didn't go her way.

Keagan wasn't convinced with Luke's response but since it felt like they should move things along, she obliged. "Shall we go to our next stop then?" She didn't even know where the witches went but they seem to be on their own now.

+Cut to: Near the Water Park Entrance

DYLAN

The weather was hot. The sun was shining down on everyone, making it even more hot. Why do people enjoy theme parks? Although she had never been to one in her youth, she most likely would not enjoy it as much as she did now. The food was mediocre, there were kids everywhere. Honestly, what was the appeal?

As they walked by yet another entrance, she read the sign for its theme. "Oh.. They have a water park. I suppose we should avoid this area then?" At least that was one less area to 'explore'.

FERNANDA

Fer was very much taking advantage of the sun to help give her skin a nice glow. Granted, the same sun had made it to where she had to slather the fairer of her cousins in sunscreen to keep the poor boy from turning into a tomato. Of course all inconveniences seemed so small by comparison when she got to see the kids having the best time just getting to meet all of the mascots and see all of the different sights.

Her mood was far too high for Dylan's sour attitude to do much damage. She knew the question was less out of concern, but regardless Fer smiled at her and said, "Of course dear." She leant in to whisper, "Wouldn't want me to be claim that Disney was the first thing to get me wet in Florida right?"

DYLAN

Honestly, if there was anywhere she felt out place, it was here. There was also screaming coming in all directions (and not in the way she'd enjoy) that made her wonder how on earth was this the 'happiest place in the world'.

When Fernanda leaned in, her arm automatically slipped around the mermaid's waist - only to have the woman whisper that into her ear. A sense of challenge flashed in her eyes before she tugged the other closer to her, "You shouldn't be teasing like that, darling." She let a sigh as she looked over at a roller coaster nearby where a group of people flew by screaming again. "What .. is the appeal to roller coasters?"

FERNANDA

Never one too fond of being told what to do, the mermaid met Dylan's defiance with that of her own. Keeping her features amiable and her tone innocent she simply said, "Teasing would imply that there's no payoff, and I _always_ deliver." Once satisfied her point was made, she added, "And don't tell me what to do," before turning back to hand something off to Aunt Dee.

Glancing up at the question, she said, "It's the adrenaline rush. The sense of doing something dangerous within the confines of relative safety, but knowing the odds are never one hundred percent guaranteed to be in your favor. It's the closest mundanes will ever get to living near the Nexus and being aware of it."

DYLAN

She could only chuckle, nodding half-heartedly when Fernanda told her not to tell *her* what to do. It was starting to be a habit of letting the mermaid have the last word with every banter. "Are you speaking from experience or is that your assumption?"

She turned and grimaced at the sight of a ride where the riders looked like they might get neck pain at the end of the ride. "Oh lord, that one goes in all direction too." She muttered under her breath.

FERNANDA

"Assumption," she replied with ease as she continued to push Julian's stroller along. "My own experience in riding one would have been inherently different, and fueled mainly by the fact the ride operator said I couldn't do it." If that wasn't further proof that she didn't take orders well, the fact she took over her family business _should_ have done it.

"You know what, you're so interested in the aspect of a roller coaster, I think that we should visit a park on our own and let you have a go one. Who knows? It might be the best ride you get on this trip depending on how you behave..." A giggle could be heard from the stroller and Fer coudl only smirk in response.

DYLAN

Dylan raised a brow in question - so Fernanda never rode one either? That was somehow surprising. With the cousins and all, she figured the mermaids might have at least taken a trip to *some* theme park to ride these monstrosities.

"I'm not interested in ri-" Then the rest of the mermaid's sentence registered in her mind, leaving her - once again - somewhat speechless. The grasp this woman has on her is so unprecedented that she was thankful that Nox nor her brother was around to witness it. "You know very well that I'm not interested in the roller coaster." She cleared her throat as she continued walking.

FERNANDA

"Well, this is _your_ first time at any theme park, what _are_ you interested in...that can only be found at said theme park?" The mermaid was sure to clarify, knowing full well the can of worms she would be opening otherwise. "And don't try to be all 'above it' and claim that there's _nothing_ about Disney that you haven't been curious about, because that would be a blatant lie."

CATALINA

She peeked out of the wagon to look at the two who was blatantly flirting without caring about the world around them. However, it was indeed amusing that Dylan was behaving and getting all flustered with everything her cousin said. Who would've thought? "Dylan would probably like going to all the stores to buy merch." She voiced out before humming to think of other things, "Maybe all the shows too. Dylan would like those."

JULIAN

"Dylan would also pwababee like the games cause she's a competitive beech," piped up Julian from his own stroller. Lucky for him, Artie had made it to where the adults had already given up on reprimanding them for cursing. "Ooh, I bet she'd love to meet Awiel!"

DYLAN

The amount on self-control she had from rolling her eyes because she did not want Dee to comment on it - but of course the two younger cousins decide to 'call her out' even though she never said anything about liking Disney. "I have no idea why they'd think that - Shopping, maybe but other than that."

[D

"I'm sorry, was the boy not clear enough?" she asked rhetorically. "Forgive him, his brain is working years ahed of what his verbal skills can do, but if you'll allow me to clarify: Julian _thinks_ that you would like the carnival style games because you are a competitve _bitch_. I'm sure he didn't specify why he _thinks_ you'd like to meet Ariel, as everyone knows she's the mermaid and well..." Dee trailed off, but the look on her face said it all.

DYLAN

The emphasis did not slip her notice but one should never challenge Dee at anything. Dee and Fernanda together was quite the force; one that had Dylan speechless most the time. Instead of digging the grave deeper than she already had. "I'm fine, not attached to an animated mermaid anyways."

[D

Dee simply returned her attention to the two girls in her own wagon as she said, "Keep up the attitude and you're about to 'not be attached' to _any_ mermaid." There was no remote effort made to whisper the comment. Dee didn't do petty bullshit, that was for children and, apparently, spoiled rich demons who wanted to push their luck with a 'bad bitch' facade at Disney World.

CATALINA

She giggled when Aunt Dee finished what she had to say. Dylan always grew quiet whenever the older had the final say. Whomever thought the demon was scary definitely had never seen her like this. "Can we go play the games?" As mean as Dylan tried to be, Cat wanted to go somewhere she would enjoy.

ARTEMIS

Artie had done her best to keep to herself, but honestly everyone had a limit. "Cat, I wuv you. So much. You know dis...but we can't even weech the _counter_ for most games. Let awone pway dem. Dylan wikes direct and to the point, so _she_ should tell us what she wants to do."

DYLAN

With the entire family 'ganging up' on her, Dylan looked over to the eldest mermaid, hoping she'd help. It wasn't just because she didn't want to admit that there was *some* interest in walking around the park, but honestly, the demon didn't even know where to start. "..Shops sounds good."

[sapadash]

suguru finds this big and very old victorian house in the middle of this friendly neighborhood for a suspiciously cheap price but doesn't question it. he thinks it would be nice since mimiko's been going through some tough times and she tends to enjoy the goth aesthetic. nanako likes anything as long as there's internet connection, so it should be fine. they move in and his teens are super excited so he feels like he did a great job and leaves it at that.

on their first night in the house, suguru wakes up thirsty in the middle of the night and goes downstairs to drink a cup of water. then he notices that the front door of the house is open all the way when he's sure that he had locked it before. he figures that one of the girls must have went out before bed and forgot to lock it, so he closes the door and goes to sleep as if nothing had happened.

when he wakes up the next day, suguru asks the twins about the door and nanako says they didn't even go downstairs at night, and that maybe suguru himself just left it open and didnt notice. after all he has so much on his mind with the new house and the new job that of course he's gonna forget a few things. suguru shrugs it off, says that he's fine, but in the back of his mind he knows that it does make a little bit of sense.

that afternoon, suguru stays home working on their furniture while the twins go out to explore the neighborhood. they find a flier announcing this ice cream parlor somewhere near them, but the only address they have is that it's "near the big yellow tree" and they honestly have no idea where the fuck that tree is. luckily a boy passes by them on his bike delivering newspaper and they ask for him for help. the boy had baby pink hair and was very happy to help, welcoming them into their neighborhood and showing them around. when they arrive at the ice cream parlor he tells them that his name is yuuji and that he lives in the green house on the other street. mimiko stays silent through the conversation as always, looking over the menu, so nanako deals with the talking and tells him about their new house. at that, the boy looks like he's just seen a ghost. his face falls and suddenly he says that he has something very important to do and that he'll see them later. obviously they think that's weird, but mimiko is already very busy signing to show nanako what she wanted for her to actually think it over.

at home, suguru hears a loud crash in the kitchen, and when he gets there, there was a large porcelain plate splattered on the floor, broken. hopefully it was one of the things that came with the house, but still. how did that fall from the place where it was neatly placed in the cupboard?

the culprit imidiately outs himself as the skinny black cat that sat on his window, licking his paw and meowing. oh no, he didnt need any pets in the house right now, it was already a mess as it was, so he made the cat go away and went back to his painful chores.

when the girls came back it was already time for dinner. they usually dined while watching tv, but since that wasnt installed yet, suguru just asked them about their day. nanako told him about the neighborhood and the weird boy they met while mimiko ate in complete silence, only nodding from time to time.

nanako helped him with the dishes as mimiko went upstairs to take a bath. "did she talk to you today?" he asked. "barely, i think a word or two." his daughter answered, and he sighed.

it was only when a loud scream stole their attention away from the dishes that they run upstairs to check on mimiko— only for them to get there and find her hugging the same cat from earlier tightly and lovingly. "can we keep it?" she asks, and suguru melts.

the cat stays, unfortunately. it sleeps in mimiko's bed, nanako found a collar so they could take it out for walks, and suguru is 100% sure that the little devil absolutely hates him. if the many scratches in his arms are any indication.

he's been working from home, which means that when the girls go back to school it ends up just being him and the devil cat, who's daily routine is basically to just sit there, watching him, menacingly. he's not even sure he's seen the thing eat on his own, except for the times the twins would sneak some different food on his bowl when they thought suguru wasn't looking. so yeah, devil cat.

things kept happening, all of the time. not the normal things in his daily routine– no, things kept being misplaced, thrown around, broken, you name it. the funny thing is that it would only ever happen when he was home alone.

he kept blaming the cat. when the flower vase fell to the ground and broke, he blamed the cat. when his water bottle ended up traveling from the kitchen to the bathroom upstairs, he blamed the cat. hell, when a bunch of toilet paper rolls were thrown from the cabinet off the window into the garden, he blamed the fucking cat.

so now he is standing there, in the middle of his living from, staring at the sofa which he was absolutely sure he placed on the other, opposite wall, placed in a place it shouldn't be. a whole ass sofa.

either that cat was actually the devil in disguise, (which is not an option he is willing to discard) or suguru is going fucking crazy.

stsg AU in which gojo is a paranormal investigator, geto is a very tired accountant who just bought a house in a new city, and megumi is the ghost haunting the house cuz wtf not

[jzixuans]

yo y’all, this is august, and i am. so tired please mind the typos

Good happy things

-hardboiled egg monch -lots of morbid date time with (ds) anxiety (beloved)!! listened to multiple episodes was very nice -also got to spend bit of time with (ds) remy, my sun,,, i then accidentally assisted in the kicking her from front but i Swear i love her so much -i am Still terrible at social skills im not even sure i can put this as a good happy idk anything but like im still trying -fronch fries -more classic wipeout, and doctor who,,,, love the nostalgia -i love when friends of partners tattle on them,,,,,,,,,,,,, yes give me the adoration info -im Very Tricky and metaphorically once again in husband’s hoodie idk if he’s noticed this time yet -took bell for a walk, was nice to let her have that -butterboy,,,,,,, -spent some time with (ds) alchemy, the darling -bleeding hearts (flower) -pillowpets -gummy bears -im so out of it y’all which Physically sucks ass but mentally the gay littol part of me is Bigger -blink snipe: helped me bully my lump brain to do Some work

[danielfuckingricciardo]

Baby It’s Cold Outside - Sebastian Vettel x Reader

Pairing - Sebastian Vettel x Reader

Word Count - 4.5k

Content Warnings - swearing, oral sex, vaginal sex

Synopsis - After a rather boozy Christmas party at Sebastian’s house, you’re not quite ready to say goodbye. Luckily the two of you are great and finding reasons as to why you should stay the night.

Author’s Note - It was supposed to be my super depressing Estie Bestie fic today, but I wasn’t feeling it so instead you get this! It’s my first Seb fic which I’m actually surprised at considering he is my ride-or-die, so I’m very excited for this one! Inspired of course by the song of the same name, which is such a bop. I personally prefer the Tom Jones and Cerys Matthews version because I’m a big Tom Jones fan, but any version can be enjoyed alongside this fic! So, without further ado, let’s get into it!

It was late, in fact it was almost Christmas Eve, 11:57pm on December 23rd, and you were still in Sebastian’s house.

Most people had left a lot earlier, having early flights to catch in the morning to return home to their families and begin the festive celebrations. But you remained well into the evening, following along as the drinks being poured progressed from red wine with dinner, to tequila shots and jäger bombs.

Those who were staying over in one of Sebastian’s many guest rooms were still gathered in the lounge, only the remainder of earlier beverages in their hands as Sebastian’s drinks cabinet had already been thoroughly emptied.

You step back into the room where everyone was gathered. You notice Lance in the corner, a familiar face amongst all the other men and women in the room, and take a seat beside him.

“Are you staying over too?” He asks you, and you shake your head.

“No, but I have a hotel room nearby. I’ll probably call a cab when everyone decides to go to bed.” You say, and Lance nods. His eyes are glassy from all the drinks he had thrown back that evening. He had been the one passing around the tequila, and you had only managed to talk your way out of half of the shots you were offered.

“Who knows, if you get your way, you might get to stay over after all, sharing a bed with a certain German racing driver?” Lance whispers in your ear, quiet enough so that no one else in the room could hear him.

“Shush!” You whisper yell, jabbing Lance in the side and causing him to collapse into fits of laughter.

Lance had almost immediately caught on to your infatuation with Sebastian. He teased you for it relentlessly, much like an annoying brother would. He always told you that you should make a move, tell Sebastian of how you felt, but you just couldn’t. Every time you saw him your legs turned to jelly, and you stumbled over each and every word you spoke. You would never be able to tell him just how you truly felt about him, and with his retirement looming, you knew you never would.

Besides, you did have a flight to catch in the morning. A flight home. You hadn’t seen your family in such a long time. The long racing season, followed by testing and work back at the factory meant you hadn’t been home since the summer break. You didn’t mind, it was your job, and you were used to it. But you couldn’t wait to see them again and tell them about all the amazing things you had seen.

“Right, I think I’m gonna call it a night, mate.” You hear Mark say from the sofa opposite you.

“Sounds like a good plan.” Another man you don’t quite recognise adds, and everyone else begins to prepare to make their way upstairs to their guest rooms.

“I’m not as young as I used to be, I need my beauty sleep.” Mark says, and Seb nods at him, standing to shake his hand before the Australian makes his way to the staircase.

Most of the other guests follow him, setting down their empty glasses on the coffee table to retire to their rooms.

“I’m gonna go too, I might be younger than Mark, but I have a long flight home tomorrow.” Lance says, standing from beside you with a slap of his thighs.

“It was good seeing you again, sweet dreams!” You say, and Lance gives you a smile and a nod, leaving the room and leaving just you and Sebastian alone in his living room.

Sebastian stands up and begins gathering the glasses from the table and taking them to the kitchen. Not wanting to leave a mess behind, you do the same, following him in with your arms filled with glasses.

“You don’t have to do that, you know?” Sebastian says, and you shake your head with a smile.

“You’ve been a great host, it’s the least I can do.” You say, sliding the glasses into the dishwasher.

“I’m glad you had a good time. It feels weird to think this will be the last time I host one of these for the people on my team.” Sebastian says.

“Well, it was a great party. And should there be any more parties like this next season, I’m sure you’ll be receiving an invite.” You say, and Sebastian chuckles.

“Maybe if I’m not hosting I won’t be the last one to go to bed. I enjoy hosting others but I don’t always enjoy the cleaning up part afterwards.” He says.

“Well, I’m always happy to help lighten the load.” You say, before disappearing into the lounge to grab another handful of empty shot glasses.

“I’m grateful, but you really don’t have to help. Besides, shouldn’t you be calling a cab, you probably want to get to bed soon.” Sebastian says, reaching out to take the glasses from your hands.

For a moment, his fingertips brush yours, and you have to try your best to act normal at the soft contact you shared. You became suddenly aware of the fact that it was only you and Sebastian still awake in the house. Everyone else had gone, and the two of you were alone. Suddenly, your legs were jelly again.

“I’ll finish what I started with clearing the room, then I’ll call a cab.” You say, before quickly darting back into the lounge, and opportunity for you to steady your breathing, and to collect more glasses.

“Those are the last ones.” You say, reaching to pass three wine glasses over to Sebastian, but as you do, one slips from your grip, shattering across the kitchen floor.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” You say, placing the other glass in your hand down on the counter to bend down and collect the larger shards of glass by your feet.

“It’s okay. Are you hurt?” Sebastian asks, bending down beside you to help in collecting the chunks of glass.

“No, no, I’m fine, I think. So fucking sorry, I have a chronic case of butterfingers.” You say, trying to laugh off the awkward incident.

“It’s really okay. It’s just a glass.” Sebastian says, before dropping the shards he had collected into the trash can beneath the sink.

You do the same, but wince as you feel one of the sharper shards slide across you skin, leaving behind a trail of red as it falls into the trash.

You push your finger into your mouth to swipe away the blood with your tongue, hoping it’s just a small cut that will cease its bleeding with the pressure you applied with your tongue.

As Sebastian’s back is turned, you remove your finger to inspect the damage. You breathe a sigh of relief as the cut appears to have closed, but it immediately begins weeping again, and you sigh.

“You’re bleeding.” Sebastian says, and your eyes jump up to look at him.

He takes a few steps towards you, before taking your hand in his to inspect the wound.

“It’s just a small cut, but it needs cleaning and covering.” Sebastian says, dropping your hand from his grasp and rifling through one of his kitchen drawers.

“It’s okay, I’ll sort it when I’m back at the hotel.” You say, trying to turn away but Sebastian grabs your hand, pulling you closer to inspect the wound once again.

“This is going to sting a little, okay?” He says, looking into your eyes as if asking for permission.

You nod at him as he runs the antiseptic wipe across the cut on your finger, and you fight back a wince as the alcohol seeps into the open flesh.

Sebastian wraps a plaster around your finger gently and smiles at you, before looking down at your finger again to admire his handiwork.

“There. All better, hm?” He says, his hands still holding your own.

You try and find words, but the contact between his hands and yours was almost too much. Your mouth opens and closes as your eyes glance up to meet Sebastian’s, and you can see his smile living within them.

“Thank you, honestly, you’re too kind to say I just broke one of your glasses and then proceeded to bleed all over your trash.” You finally manage to say, chuckling slightly to ease the tension in your head.

“This kitchen has seen more blood than you’d think. I’m not as handy with a knife as I’d like to think I am.” Sebastian chuckles, his hands still holding your own gently.

“I really should call a cab, before I damage any more of your property.” You say, pulling your hands away from Sebastian’s to reach for your phone that you had stashed away in the pocket of your dress.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like another drink? A whiskey perhaps to steady your nerves after your injury?” Sebastian asks, and you shake your head.

“I thought the guys had drank you dry already this evening?” You say, glancing up at him from the open Uber app on your phone.

“I keep a bottle stashed away for emergencies such as this. It’s the good stuff too.” Sebastian says, wandering over to his pantry to retrieve a half-filled decanter and two matching glasses.

“Do you have any plastic ones? I can’t drop and smash those.” You chuckle, and Sebastian laughs too as he pours out two shots, holding the glass out to you.

You take it with a smile, placing your phone down onto the counter to take a sip. The fiery whisky felt good as it ran down your throat, and you can’t help but hum in response at the smooth taste of the liquid.

“It’s good, huh? One of my favourites.” Sebastian says, and you nod.

“Mark said you were always more of a Jäegermeister fan.” You laugh, and Seb shakes his head with a smile.

“Maybe back when we were teammates. As I’ve gotten older I’ve learned to appreciate a good scotch.” Sebastian says, before taking a final swig from his glass and setting it down on the counter beside you.

Your phone beeps and you look down at the screen, letting out a sigh as you set down your beverage to pick up your phone.

“Fuck.” You say under your breath, tapping at the screen aggressively as if that would in any way change it’s mind.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian asks, and you hang your head in frustration.

“Apparently there are no cabs available. Probably because of that.” You say, pointing out of the window where snowflakes were gently fluttering past.

“Ah…” Sebastian says, and you grab your glass and finish off the warming beverage before placing it down next to Sebastian’s own empty glass.

“I could try another company, I’m sure there must be some local taxi firm willing to drive in the snow if I offer to pay double.” You say, and Sebastian shakes his head.

“Or, you could stay here? The rooms are all filled, but you can have my room, I’ll sleep on the sofa, I don’t mind.” Sebastian says, offering you a small smile.

“You’re honestly too kind, but I couldn’t do that, it’s your home, your room. I’ll sleep on the sofa, if you have a spare blanket that would be great.” You say, and Sebastian nods reluctantly.

“Okay, if you’re sure. The spare blankets are in my room, come with me.” He says, and you follow him out of the kitchen, into the lounge and up the stairs to the long corridor.

The sofa was comfortable, you wouldn’t mind sleeping on it, even though you were slightly angry at the fact that your hotel room you had paid for would be empty for the night. You didn’t even have any things with you, and while you hadn’t gone for the most uncomfortable of outfits, it wouldn’t make the best substitute for pyjamas.

You follow Sebastian into his room, and it’s so very him. Simplistic and functional, a few trophies stood on the shelves amongst other meaningful trinkets and books. Above the bed was a large framed image of a stag hidden amongst a bright green forest. Your eyes lingered on the image as Sebastian disappeared into his closet.

“Here, I have some old team gear you can wear. They’re not exactly your size but I’m sure they’ll be much better to sleep in than your current outfit, which you look beautiful in, but doesn’t look to be all that comfortable.” Sebastian says, and you can’t help but blush at the compliment he gave you. Did he really just call you beautiful?

You realise that in processing the compliment, you had left him standing there with his arms filled. You blink a few times to clear your mind, before taking the sweats from him gratefully.

“Thank you.” You say, nodding your head as you offer him a shy smile.

“You can use my bathroom to change, and there’s a spare toothbrush under the sink you can use.” Sebastian says as he takes a seat on the edge of his bed.

“Thank you. Again. I won’t be long.” You say, before disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door behind you.

You change into the clothes that Sebastian had given you, a pair of grey sweatpants and an Aston Martin T-shirt from there previous season. They smelt just like Sebastian, and you couldn’t help but take in his scent, no matter how much of a weirdo you felt by doing it.

God, you felt like such an idiot. You had smashed one of his glasses, injured yourself and ended up forcing him to allow you to stay at his house for the night. He must think you stupid, as well as clumsy.

You couldn’t help but think back to Lance’s earlier words, how technically you could have ended up sleeping in Sebastian’s bed after all. Alone, of course, not exactly the way you would have liked.

You chuckle to yourself as you look in the mirror. Most of your makeup had worn off following the events of the evening, only a ghost remained of your shimmering eyeshadow and lipstick. You splash your face with warm water to remove the remainder of the product, really wishing you had your cleanser and moisturiser with you to save your skin from the inevitable hell it was due to suffer the next day.

You pat your face dry with your dress, not wanting to get makeup all over Sebastian’s crisp white towels that hung in his bathroom. After all, you didn’t want to cause him any more problems than you already had that evening, and foundation stains were notoriously hard to remove from white towels, as you had discovered in the years previous after staying at various fancy hotels.

Emerging from the bathroom, your eyes immediately meet Seb who was in the middle of changing into his own pyjamas. A pair of plaid pyjama pants hung from his waist, and he was yet to put on a shirt. Your eyes immediately moved to study the older man’s back. You noted how broad his shoulders were, and how soft his skin looked. God, you wanted nothing more than to run your hands across that skin and claim it as your own.

Stuck in your trance, you don’t quite realise that Seb had turned to face you, taking a few steps in your direction so that he was just a few inches away from you.

“See something you like?” He asks, and his voice snaps you out of your focus, your eyes travelling up to stare deeply into his.

“I’m sorry, I can go outside and wait until you’ve finished changing!” You say, beginning to move towards the bedroom door, only for your arm to be caught by Sebastian’s hand.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He says, and your mouth falls open, unsure of exactly what to say or how to respond. What do you say? Yes, as that’s the real answer, no, which would be a lie, and maybe? Well that would cover all the bases and keep you safe if he isn’t trying to do just what you think he is.

“Maybe?” You squeak out, exhaling a shaky breath as he steps towards you.

Sebastian’s hand travels up your arm, across your collar bones to find your cheek. His warm touch sends an electric feeling throughout your body as you attempt to regulate your breathing, which was becoming heavier as his hand guides your face closer to his own.

“You must be cold, allow me to warm you up.” Sebastian says, before closing the gap between the two of you and pressing his lips to yours. Your brain immediately becomes soup as all you can think about is how good it feels to have his lips on your own. Your arms somehow find their way to his neck, wrapping around his body tightly to pull yourself closer and further into him.

“Stay with me tonight.” He says as he pulls away for air, his lips ghosting yours with every word.

You whisper a quiet ‘yes’, nodding your head as he claims your lips once again, guiding you back towards the bed and pulling you down into his lap.

The kiss becomes more desperate as your hands roam his chest, just the way you had always wanted to. His hands find the seam of your shirt and he lifts it, momentarily breaking the kiss to discard it onto the floor.

The dress you had worn that night hadn’t allowed for a bra, and so you were now completely bare, exposed, and Sebastian’s hands immediately find your bare breasts, squeezing them gently with his warm hands.

Your hands tangle into his hair, gripping his curls tightly as his mouth leaves yours, only to find one of your nipples and begin sucking on it gently.

You let out a small moan at the contact, and Sebastian chuckles against your breast while his other hand continues to play with the other.

“I need you Sebastian.” You moan, and he looks up at you, his eyebrow raised, before he flips you over, throwing you down onto the bed and positioning himself above you.

“How much do you need me?” He asks, his voice deep. He pins your hands to the bed above you, leaving you utterly under his control.

“More than anything, more than air or food or water. I need you.” You say between shallow breaths, and he smirks, releasing your hands and allowing them to find the waistband of his pyjamas.

You pull them down and he discards them to the floor, revealing his growing erection. His lips once again find your nipple and he begins sucking once again, more aggressively this time, as his hands travel down to your own waistband. The waistband of the sweatpants that belonged to him, that you were now wearing.

He pulls them away, revealing your already soaked lacy black panties, and he grunts at the sight of them. Sebastian nuzzles his face into your covered pussy, licking a stripe up the damp fabric, making you squirm beneath him.

“Sebastian please.” You whine, now desperate to feel his touch. So desperate you were willing to beg, you didn’t even care.

“You want me to eat your pretty pussy, (y/n)? Is that what you want?” He speaks against the fabric, the vibrations of his voice driving you crazy.

“Yes, oh fuck yes, please.” You say, and Sebastian obliges, pulling down your panties and leaving you fully exposed, willing to let him do whatever he wants to you.

“Such a good girl, saying please like that. How could I possibly refuse?” He says, before taking your clit between his lips and sucking on it gently.

The sensation was like nothing you’d ever felt before. It made sense that a man like Sebastian knew what he was doing, he knew exactly how to please a woman. He probably had lots of experience over the years, and had oral sex down to a fine art.

You spread your legs wider for him, allowing him to kneel between them. One hand finds your inner thigh, gripping it tightly, while the other finds your dripping cunt, a single finger tracing your entrance delicately.

Sebastian continues to lick and suck at your clit as he teases your hole, pushing his finger tip in slightly and watching your face for your reaction.

“More, please, more.” You say on an exhale as you try and keep your moans to a lower volume, conscious that everyone else in the house would be able to hear you.

“You want my fingers? Or do you want my cock?” Sebastian asks, and a shiver runs through your body as he pushes his finger deeper inside you.

“Your cock, please Sebastian, I want your cock.” You say, attempting to control your volume but the sensation of him inside of you was making it harder and harder with every movement.

“Since you asked so nicely…” Sebastian begins, adjusting his position so that he was sitting against he headboard. He pulls you onto his lap so that you were knelt with a leg either side of him and grips your hips, pulling your body up so that your hole just grazed the tip of his cock. “…I’ll give you what you want.” He says, and you slowly sink down onto his length.

You stifle a moan as he slowly fills you up, his hips thrusting gently as he bottoms out within you.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and bury your head in his chest as you find your rhythm, his thrusts matching your movements up and down on his cock.

The air is filled with quiet moans and grunts as they fall from your lips, a string of profanities leaving them as Sebastian hits the right spot.

“Fuck, right there.” You say, and Sebastian continues to hit it with each movement, pushing you closer and closer to your undoing.

Sebastian claims your lips in a filthy kiss as he picks up the pace, the springs of the bed below you creaking loudly as you fuck one another.

“I’m close.” You whisper against Sebastian’s lips, and he wraps his arms around your waist, squeezing your arse tightly between his fingertips. You assume there would probably be bruises left behind in the morning, but you didn’t care. You wanted Sebastian to claim you as his own, to leave his mark on you.

The sensation of his hands on your body, his lips on yours, and his cock deep within you brings you to your release, and you let out a pornographic moan as your vision goes blurry. It’s not often you’re fucked blind, but Sebastian Vettel was no ordinary shag.

The sensation of your walls tightening around him brings Sebastian to his own orgasm, and he cums inside of you, filling you up with his seed.

Your name falls from his lips as he does so, and your pace slows to a stop, settling down on his cock as your head rests gently on his shoulder.

“Fuck, Sebastian, that was…” you begin.

“I know.” He says, almost as if he could predict the ending of your sentence.

The next morning, you are well prepared to do the walk of shame out of Sebastian’s house, to take a cab back to the hotel, and then travel to the airport to catch your flight home for Christmas.

However, when you finally wake up, with the sun shining in through the blinds, you find Sebastian perched on the edge of the bed, his phone pressed to his ear as he speaks quietly into the receiver.

When he notices that you were awake, he hands up, dropping his phone against the sheets.

“Good morning.” He says with a smile.

“Good morning.” You echo back, returning a sleepy smile.

“I called your hotel, they’re sending your luggage directly to the airport. I’ll drive you there from here, it makes more sense. And now, you can stay for breakfast.” He says, and you nod enthusiastically.

“That’s great, Sebastian, thank you.” You say, standing from the bed to retrieve the shirt and sweats you had discarded the night previously. Considering you hadn’t been wearing them for long before Sebastian had removed them, it felt only right for you to wear them for breakfast. After all, you would be able to pass them off as your own, and they would look much less suspicious than last night’s makeup-stained dress.

You weren’t entirely sure why you were trying to concoct a cover story to tell the others to explain just why you had stayed. They probably heard you, despite your extended efforts to remain quiet.

Sebastian accompanies you down the stairs, where Mark is already sat at the breakfast bar, a cup of coffee in hand, while Lance was sat on the sofa, his eyes fixated on his phone as he crunched on a piece of toast.

You separate from Sebastian, taking a seat beside Lance who looks up at you, his eyebrow raised.

“So, it sounded like you had a good night last night.” He teases, and you slap him on the arm.

“Oh, shut up.” You say, stealing the second triangle of toast from Lance’s plate on the coffee table. “Was I really that loud?”

“Well, Mark heard you two and he was on the other side of the house. I was next door.” Lance says, and you bury your head in a throw pillow.

“I want the ground to swallow me up.” You say into the pillow.

“Look, while that was something I never ever wanted to hear, I’m happy you finally got some.” Lance laughs, and you slap him again.

“Now, was he good? It sounded like he was good.” Lance asks, and you shake your head, standing from the sofa to head into the kitchen.

“I’m not answering that, Lance, fuck off, I need some coffee.” You say, offering him a middle finger as you disappear into the kitchen to find yourself some breakfast.

“Tell lover boy to make me some more toast since you ate mine.” Lance shouts, and you roll your eyes at Sebastian who was pouring himself a glass of orange juice.

“Suck a dick, Stroll.” You shout back, and Sebastian laughs, taking two slices of bread and placing them in the toaster. After all, he was nothing if not a good host.

[virtual--hug]

BNHA Imagine - How They Are as a Boyfriend [ 1 ]

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, I hope you're all having a great day! This is the closest I have to a Valentine's special because I did not plan ahead of time lol.

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, & Shoto Todoroki x GN Reader

Genre: 10,000% Fluff

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 3k

Part 2 | Part 3

Izuku Midoriya

Jealousy - Izuku never really gets jealous. Overall, he trusts you and is sure that you wouldn't cheat on him or fall for another person just because they spend a lot of time around you. What he can get jealous over is the time you spend with other people. As a hero in training or as an adult pro-hero, he has a lot of internal responsibilities to All Might and the other former One for All users as well as his own aspirations to be a top hero. So, if you don't necessarily have the same time constraints he does, he'll get a bit jealous when you spend time with your friends since he wishes he has that time with you.

Cuddles - He loves cuddling especially when he's about to go to bed. After all, he adores spending time with you and showing his love for you in as many forms of physical affection as he can manage. However, he also grew up falling asleep with an All Might plushie and basically conditioned himself to fall asleep with something in his arms. So, you being there really helps. With that note, he's usually the big spoon with an arm or both arms around you to some capacity. However, he's never opposed to being the little spoon as long as holding you (or an All Might plushie) is also possible. 

  You watched for the third time now as your green haired boyfriend dozed off with his head on his palm. You two had been silently doing homework together until you had gone to ask a quick question about a math problem. He was completely out. His eyes were closed, cheek squished into the palm of his left hand while his right hand was still poised where it would usually be when he was writing. Moments later he had startled himself awake slightly and returned to work.

That process repeated until he finally spoke up, "Hey (Y/N), are you tired?" 

"Yeah, do you want to take a nap?" You asked. Truthfully, you weren't tired at all, but Midoriya would probably deny being tired as well if you didn't agree.

"Mhm." He lazily nodded. He barely made it onto his bed and just let you come into his arms after laying down.

"Goodnight, Izu." You said.

"G'night." He muttered in response.

Kisses - Most of the time, his kisses are very quick as he often gets suddenly shy when he goes for one. So, you may not get a kiss very often, but you know it's special when you get one: Right before he leaves on a long trip or the moment he sees you when he comes back (and vice-versa), if you feel really proud about something you did, etc. He regularly kisses you on the forehead and reserves cheek kisses for when he's running late and needs to be somewhere fast. Very rarely, he'll kiss you on the lips and there's no real rhyme or reason as to why. 

   You begrudgingly woke up early on a Saturday morning. The sun wasn't even up yet, but you couldn't find yourself falling back to sleep. So, you opted instead to do whatever mindless things you could find on your phone until you felt it was time to get up. But, what soured your morning even more was a soft knock from your door. 

"Seriously, who could be here this early?" Despite your better judgment, you decided to get up and answer the door. If someone was really going to bother you at this time, it was probably for a good reason. And, luckily for you, it was for a good reason: your boyfriend.

"Oh, (Y/N)! I didn't think you'd actually be awake by now!" Midoriya greeted you. He already had his school uniform on (with his disturbingly bright yellow scarf) and the box holding his hero costume sitting beside him. 

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep. Did you need something?" You asked.

"I uh– well, I'll be gone today for work studies, y'know. I wanted to say goodbye, but I knew we had to leave earlier so I didn't think you'd be awake. Um– but you are!" He rambled on while knitting his fingers together and looking down at his shoes.

"You wanted to say goodbye?" You tried to prompt him back on track.

"Right! Can– can I kiss you?" He asked. It wasn't a surprising question from the broccoli-head. After all, he usually asked before initiating any kind of physical affection.

You nodded in response to his question before he, shakily, leaned forward and pressed a haste kiss to your forehead. "Try and get some sleep today, alright? I should be back this afternoon."

With his nervousness almost vanishing, he pulled away from you and picked up the case for his hero costume as he stood to leave. "I'll try." You replied while waving goodbye to him as he exited towards the elevator. 

PDA - It's an absolute no. Initially, it's because everything surrounding relationships makes him nervous. He already would get completely red in the face just asking to hold your hand when you two were alone (or when you would show him affection), there was no way he could possibly do that with other people around. Even as he gets more comfortable with affection, he feels that those forms of affection should stay private: especially when he gets into the heroing world where the media watches his every move. 

  Midoriya and you had finally had time to go out on a date after far too many busy days and nights doing school or hero work. Like most teenagers who didn't have much money, you two went to the mall. And, with bubble tea in hand, you now sat together on the train ride back.

"Can you believe Midnight-sensei is assigning us a full history essay! Like, as if semester finals weren't just around the corner, now I have to write this stupid essay on feudalist Japan. Did she lose her mind this year!" You ranted to the boy beside you. 

"I'm sure she's not actually going to count them for a full grade. She's probably just trying to see your progress on the current unit and make sure you're understanding stuff for the final. Midnight-sensei wouldn't be that mean!" Midoriya reassured you. 

"You only say that because she's nice to your class! Just wait until you see how she treats us, I swear it's like a 180." You insisted. Midoriya chuckled at your comment in response.

The telltale chime of the train filled the area as it announced the stop you two needed to get off at. Midoriya and you slowly stood and made your way towards the doors as the train slowed to a halt at the station before you two exited out onto the busy platform.

"I had fun today," You smiled, "Hopefully we can do this again sometime." 

As you spoke, you reached a hand out and laced your fingers with his. Instantly, his face turned a vibrant pink as he stuttered out a couple of incoherent words, "Y-yeah, we really should!" 

Katsuki Bakugou 

Jealousy - Bakugou is, unfortunately, a very insecure person. And, as a result, some of those insecurities are projected towards you and who you interact with. He very easily feels like you'll choose the person that you're talking to over him, especially when he feels threatened by them. Bakugou will try to pull you away from the situation, threaten the other person, or even whine at you to leave. In the case that the person is truly just another "extra" to him or someone he doesn't feel threatened by, then there seems to be no problems.

   "Hey Midoriya," you leaned across your desk to speak to the green haired boy who sat ahead of you.

"Do you need something, (L/N)?" He asked.

"Yeah, did I do this question right? It doesn't seem like the right answer." You asked while gesturing towards your paper.

"I can check!" He kindly took the paper from you to look through your work.

"Hm– you did miss a step here," he pointed with his pencil, "You forgot to add the exponents." 

"Oh yeah, I did! Thanks, Mido–" before you could even finish there were two hands slamming onto your desk.

"Hey, we're working on this." The person who made the commotion spoke. Of course, it was Bakugou. Under his left hand was the worksheet and his pencil while his face presented an angry scowl. 

"Uh– sure, Bakugou. I might be a little bit slow at this though." You replied.

"Whatever." He scoffed before pushing up a chair which specifically blocked your view of the green haired classmate and allowed Bakugou to push said student with a muttered, "Fuck off, stupid Deku."

Cuddles - Secretly, he loves cuddling. Bakugou hates feeling like he's doing nothing and cuddling feels like the one form of affection where he can still do the most while showing you physical affection: hand holding and hugging keep him trapped in one place and kissing takes away too much of his attention. But, with cuddling, he can just rest you on his lap while still doing important work. And, of course, he can also always participate in the cuddling. He loves having your hands run through his hair as he falls asleep or the butterflies in his stomach at just how soft it feels to hold you.

   You had finally gotten back from your own hero work studies and felt absolutely exhausted from the evening. There had been a small villain attack today, and it had been a bit of a hassle to handle. So, when you finally returned back to the dorms, you just wanted to spend a moment with your boyfriend. After changing into your pajamas and showering, because there was no way the blonde would let you near him if he deemed you too sweaty (the hypocrite), you headed over towards his dorm room. You heard some grumbling and "thuds" from inside as you knocked, but Bakugou didn't fail to answer. An annoyed greeting seemed to be on his tongue but he halted it to instead say, "Hey." 

"Hey," You greeted back, "Can I stay with you for the night?"

He didn't respond at first –leading you to expect a negative response. You decided to add on to your previous statement, "If you're busy or something, that's fine, I just wanted to ask."

"Stop being so sad, you can fuckin' stay." He replied. Bakugou turned back into the room, leaving the door open for you to enter. 

You happily shut it behind you and watched as the blonde entered the spot back under the covers in his bed. "Are you coming or what?" He grumbled. 

You didn't need to respond as you crawled under the covers and into his warm, awaiting arms. 

Kisses - As I said before, he's not the biggest fan of kissing, but he'd never say no if you were to kiss him. There are exceptions to this where he'll suddenly feel very affectionate. At those times, you'd probably find it difficult to have a moment where his lips aren't on you. He loves kissing any part of your face: cheeks, forehead, nose, lips, wherever he can reach the quickest. If he's resting his face at the crook of your neck, you'll randomly feel a kiss there too. He's not shy with his kisses once he figures it out. 

   Bakugou and you were walking hand in hand back from one of the few dates the two of you had the time to go on. He had planned it all, much to your surprise, and the night was finally ending as you two walked back from a small boardwalk.

"This has been really nice, Katsuki," You turned to the blonde, "Thanks for doing all this."

"Yeah, whatever." He turned his face away from you. But, you didn't miss the way his ears tinged red slightly.

"You should let me come up with something next time! I wanna' surprise you too!" You protested.

"Like you could surprise me." He rolled his eyes at the comment.

"Hey, I could definitely come up with something! You'll see!" You gently smacked his arm at the comment, "But, seriously, this was fun. And I know you've– well, we've both been busy with hero work and stuff so, it's nice to take a break."

To punctuate the gratitude, you leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

"Yeah, well thanks for coming." He responded after a second and leaned over to press a kiss to your temple. 

PDA - It really matters what type of affection and the setting. Without a doubt, he'll hold your hand anywhere; he doesn't care how people will perceive him for doing that. But, he'll probably avoid more close forms of affection: long kisses, hugs, or even cuddling anywhere that isn't yours or his rooms. That mostly stems from his own internal struggles. He doesn't want to be seen as weak. And, no matter how strong he finds his partner to be, he won't show those softer sides of his behavior to anyone but yourself.

  You were playing a bit of a cruel prank on your boyfriend. Although you weren't recording it all, you wanted to see if he would say anything if you did one of those couple TikTok pranks like moving your hand away if he tried to hold yours.

Of course, Class 1-A was going on a trip which required a bus across the large campus. Iida, no matter how persistent, didn't have much to say about Bakugou and you sitting beside each other on the trip. So, you found it to be the prime opportunity to test this on the blonde. It was almost an unconscious habit as moments into the ride, you could feel his hand shifting towards yours and trying to lace your fingers together.

You lifted your hand away, acting as if you just didn't realize what he was trying to do, and moving it into your lap. His head immediately turned to you when he felt your hand move.

"Something wrong?" You asked.

"Tch, no." He scoffed, turning back to look out the window. 

Moments later, he tried the same thing, reaching over to lace his fingers with yours. This time you let him, for only a moment, before pulling your hand away with no reason for the action. "The hell are you doing?" He asked instantly.

"Doing what?" You tried to play dumb. He didn't buy it at all and instead grabbed your hand back, "If you let go, I'm never holding your hand again." 

"I was just joking." You laughed at his reaction.

"I'm not." He muttered in response. 

Shoto Todoroki

Jealousy - Much like Midoriya, Todoroki has no issues with who you hang out with, what you say, or how you hang out with people. He trusts you not to leave him suddenly for some other person. However, still in a similar vein to Midoriya, his jealousy stems from other sorts of interactions you have. If you have a good relationship with family members or just in general appear better at social interactions, he feels a bit jealous that he doesn't have those same things or skills. (And if you have neither of those things, you're still valid bestie 💕) 

Cuddles - He's the best temperature regulator, there's no doubt to that. Hot day? Half of his body is always cold. Cold day? The other half is always warm. If you want both? Just lay flat on top of him. No matter what you want, he also enjoys cuddling. Sometimes, he may defy your wishes to just lay next to one of his sides when he's especially clingy and just wants to hold you tight to him. He's a solid split between big and little spoon with you two alternating fairly consistently.

  You had finally made the trek back to the dorm buildings from UA. It was way too cold for that walk: couldn't they have cars or something to drive you back? The school was absolutely loaded, after all, they could afford it. Even as you entered the dorms, the lower floor (largely filled with windows) only appeared to be mildly warmer. You'd have to spend the next several hours wrapped in blankets in your dorm room. The thought, although comforting, was interrupted by a singular shifting sound from the couch. 

You hadn't heard anyone down here at all since you entered. You assumed that most students would have headed to their much warmer dorm rooms after entering the building. Although, most other people weren't the self regulating Shoto Todoroki who had just sat up from his laying down position on the couch. 

"Shoto!" You excitedly called out to your boyfriend. He was, undoubtedly, the first option to a regular blanket.

"You're back." He responded. The half and half barely even reacted as you launched yourself into him –just placing a hand on your waist to stop you from falling back off the couch.

"Yup! It didn't really take too long for Present Mic-Sensei to change my grade." You replied, "But it's so cold! I can't believe they make us walk all the way back to the dorms like that."

"You don't have gloves." He commented.

"Oh yeah, I forgot those." You shrugged.

"Here," he offered his left hand out to you, "I can keep them warm." 

You gently placed your hands on top of his open palm feeling as the skin slowly heated and warmed your hands with it. "You're the best Todoroki!" 

Kisses - He likes kisses: that much is made obvious to you rather quickly into the relationship. Todoroki is definitely a bit touch-starved and unfamiliar with certain forms of affection. The first time you two kissed you could see the stars shimmer in his eyes when you pulled away. Afterwards, he seemed to follow you around like a lost puppy for another kiss on the cheek or lips. Obviously, he evolves from that a bit and accepts (and later gives) them as any other form of affection, but he always sees them as something special. 

  Final exams had finally rolled around, and, as usual, the hero course exams were hard. You were paired to fight a fake villain. Although, the teachers threw two twists your way: a person you knew nothing about playing the "villain" and a partner who, by all means had a very incompatible quirk. Jirou was paired with Bakugou: the loudest in both quirk and volume with the amplified hearing stealth hero.

Of course, they passed, but it just felt overall nerve wracking as you watched group after group go to complete their exam and pass phenomenally (with some exceptions). So, when you finally got up to the exam, you were delighted to have passed.

"Good job, (L/N)!" Uraraka congratulated you as you made it back to the observation area.

"Yeah, kero, You did great!" Tsuyu added.

"Thank you," You replied, "I was so nervous." 

"You did really well." A voice came from behind you. It was hardly startling to you anymore with how often Todoroki did it. What did startle you were his next actions: a kiss on your cheek. 

Uraraka's eyes widened like they would pop out of her head, and she looked quickly towards Tsuyu, "We– uh– Let's go see how Deku is doing!"

She quickly ushered herself with Tsuyu out of the room before you could even say another word. "Would you like to see how Midoriya is doing?" He was undisturbed by your other friends' exit.

"Yeah, let's go." 

PDA - Although he doesn't seem to show any care about the matter, he does reserve himself in public. He doesn't usually look like he's reacting in any adverse way to receiving affection; If you kiss his cheek, he'll just respond with a simple, "Thanks (Y/N)." And, the affection he shows you is usually done with much less response. He'll unashamedly hold your hand, cuddle with you during full class movie nights, or even compliment you. But, it all feels much more dull and emotionless than the sweet things he'd say to you or the caring touches when he feels it's just the two of you.