#my mom thinks it's time I sign up to a dating app

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Hi, I just wanted to make sure if you're okay? You used to post fics so regularly and now you're so quiet. I hope you're doing fine and are just busy with real life stuff?!

Hi, and thank you for checking in as well as your kind words. Same to the two lovely anons who sent me love. Thank you.

A very Happy Lucia to you and everyone who celebrates, or who could do with a bit more light in their life. (physical or metaphorical)

I'm sorry for being so quiet recently. I assure you I'll be back and that all my wips and outlines will be finished. (yes even Ghost!Erik, although I'm not making any promises as to when)

I'm as enthusiastic about YR and Wilmon as I was a year ago and I doubt that's going to change anytime soon. It's just that the holiday season has hit me harder than I hoped it would, and so my writing time has been mostly taken up by blankly staring at the screen and then being surprised when the alarm goes off an hour or two later.

It's the first time in eight years that I'm celebrating without my soulmate, and missing them and our two angels is especially hard right now.

I have a very active support network though and I know things will get better. Right now I'm just ... super lonely while at the same time being surrounded by too many people who mean a bit too well.

On a happier note I'm over 15k into the final chapter of Faroe Gone and still in Tórshavn, with only about 1k being stuff from the outline, so it's going to be a very, very long final chapter.

Also the next chapter of ALaWHEO has theoretically reached posting length about a month ago, but I really want them to actually get inside the palace and not just have a 4k car ride where nothing happens. So uh ... yeah.

Also, also I've been valiantly resisting the urge to write Kings Wilmon's first state visit to movie-rwrb's London snippets. It would be a good distraction, but also I'm not sure it would be any other levels of good. I haven't even finished reading the book.

Also, also, also my muse insists it'd have to be Phillip and James III's pov, and I suspect that'd top even The Getaway's level of self-indulgence, if that's even possible.

Anyway. Happy Lucia. I promise I'll be back, although no promise as to when. All the best! 💜🧡

[navstuffs]

The Visitor

Pairing: Incubus!Leon Kennedy x GNSupernaturalHunter!Reader

Summary: Your mom always told you to find allies between your enemies - but your incubus consultant, Leon Kennedy, wants to be more than that.

Warning tags: SMUT with gn!reader so MINORS DNI,frenemies to lovers, sexual tension, masturbation, oral sex, penetration, excessive cum (its my headcanon for incubus so), jealousy sex (sorta)

Author's tags: we are the end of my halloween challenge! thank you so much for everyone who supported me. i am so freaking proud and happy with myself that i finally got to finish ONE thing that i commited! last one has to be smut. happy halloween!! enjoy your reading!

my halloween's masterlist

Rain starts as you drive to your home. It has been one heck of a night. The streets are empty as they should be at 2 a.m., but your senses are on high alert. You blame your genetics: coming from a legendary lineage of supernatural hunters, you were expected to become one from your early age, liking or not. It was in your blood. The problem? To be able to sniff other supernatural beings with that same skill prompts your social and love life to be awkward sometimes.

Take tonight as an example: first date with a nice fellow you met on a dating app. When you arrived, your sixth sense instantly picked a creature nearby; you shouldn't be surprised, but obviously, it came from your date. The man, a recently transformed werewolf, ended up reacting to your dangerous smell. And what was supposed to be an excellent night with you fucking your brains out ended up with an awkward goodbye, together with the silent promise of never seeing each other again.

As you park your car in front of your house, you rest your head on your wheel. It had been like this for a while: you met a nice person until you found out they were friends with a vampire or a family member who was a banshee. Your romantic life was nonexistent, which your mom would approve of: "We must remain sharp. No time for this romance bs." Says the woman who almost ran away with a vampire as a teenager.

You are so focused on your thoughts you don't pick up the familiar sensation stinging in your chest as you should. You had been around him so long that your body had started not to react in alert when you were near him. It's almost as if you are getting comfortable.

You exit your car, covering your eyes against the rain, which is getting stronger. You notice the familiar figure sitting on the steps of your porch. He has his hood on, his face partially obscured by the darkness, but you would know him from anywhere: Leon Kennedy. The incubus, you sometimes have the displeasure to work with him. You sigh, wondering what he was doing there so late.

As you approach the entrance, Leon raises his head, and you are met with a pair of enchanted blue eyes. You can feel your stomach twist in a way you are used to by now. It is not technically his fault: Leon needs to have this effect on people if he wants to feed. His eyes start from your head to your well-dressed figure, then your legs, and return to your face. You decide to ignore that and the way your body has warmed up.

"What is it? This better be important." You scoff, and Leon finally gets up, opening a small smile.

"Am I not always important?" Leon chuckles, crossing his arms, a smug smile on his lips. Attractive bastard, you think.

"Yeah, sure, sure. What is it, Kennedy?"

"And where did you come from? A date?"

"Kennedy, I really don't have time for that." You answer, impatient. Your body is telling you to get away from the "monster," and you have to trust your instincts. You search for your house key, walking past Leon and ignoring how inviting he looks tonight.

"Werewolf this time? At least it wasn't a ghoul like last time," Leon teases you, walking up behind you. You look back at him, furious, after opening the door of your house, and Leon raises his arms in a sign of defeat. "I am kidding."

"No, you are wasting my time. Goodnight, Kennedy." As you try to close the door on his face, Leon stops it. You look at him like he has gone crazy, caught off guard by the look you are met back: hungry as a hunter staring at his defenseless prey. 

The rational part of you wants to tell Leon to fuck off and close the door on his face. Advising you to remain unaffected if Leon is trying to seduce you now. But you are so tired tonight that you let the irrational one speak. The one that is needy for some sort of human contact tonight. Even if it's from a freaking demon, who pisses the crap out of you.

And to not help, the next time Leon speaks is in a much more vulnerable tone.

"Can I come in?"

Your mom's biggest piece of advice? That you should always find allies between your enemies. They were always traitor among their kind. You and Leon met by accident three years ago. Like most sex demons, he would prey on his victims in places with a strong sexual desire, like strip clubs, bars, or regular clubs.

You were there trying to find another sex demon who was killing his victims after sex, instead finding yourself in the middle of a fight between two very hungry incubus. You should have had an easy time, but a bigger fight started amongst the humans present as well. It was a mess.

Leon helped you, to your surprise. You realized he was an incubus as soon as he grabbed your hand to get you out of the middle of the mess. Your body reacted as it should to his presence: you pulled your hand away, disgusted, but simultaneously, you were affected (and you knew it). Usually, you shouldn't remain unaffected by their extreme sexual energy (they were created for that), but with Leon, it was different. You didn't know why. Leon offered to help find this killer incubus, which proved to be an easier task with him at your side.

And now you could consider him your partner. A very annoying, sexy, good-looking sex demon partner who always looked at your body with interest when he thought you weren't looking.

Like right now. You ignore again your rational part as you bend over to find a bottle of water by the fridge. If Leon's eyes are on your ass or not, you don't really care. It is your fault for letting him inside your house anyway.

"Again, what do you need, Kennedy?" You ask as you close the fridge door with a bump. Leon is resting against the kitchen counter, the hood down. His dirty blonde hair is by his shoulders now, much longer than you first met.

"Decided to go for a bike ride late at night. Couldn't sleep."

"Oh? And you are telling me that because? Are we friends or something?" Leon ignores the irony in your voice, a small smile on his lips. You wait. 

"No, we are not."

"Good, because-"

"I don't want to be your friend, anyway." Leon declares a somber tone in his voice. It's that same feeling you have had many times near Leon: he is trying to take down your defense walls, one by one. Wanting for you to feel anything other than danger.

"I see. The feeling is mutual." You whisper back, clearly affected this time. Leon starts approaching you slowly. When he stops before you, your back against the cold fridge. There is nowhere to run from his blue eyes. You can't move or don't want to move.

"What do you truly want?" You murmur again, afraid of the answer. Leon places each arm to your sides, caging your body with his. You have never felt so scared before, but not in the wrong way. Never felt so small. So powerless. Passing control to someone else shouldn't feel so easy. 

"What do you think I want?" He tilts his head to one side, tempting you to answer. You bite your lips, wanting to close your eyes but keeping them locked on his. You can still pull him away, your rational part suggests. Pull him away and never see Leon Kennedy again. But do you truly want that?

"This is a trick." You place your hands on Leon's chest. Either stopping or grabbing it, you don't know. You close your eyes, shaking your head, refusing to see, to feel what is right in front of you: Leon Kennedy wants you. 

You were doomed from the start as soon as you let him in. Not here, not today, but from the club. From accepting his hand, reaching out to you.

You know that getting too close to the sun could eventually burn. You have known since the first meeting that allowing Leon Kennedy into your life would be trouble. The wet dreams about him, the fact you would get jealous every time he went out for "a meal." You tried to deny for a long time, ignore, and kill those feelings that only grew stronger. Because who would be stupid enough to fall in love with an incubus?

"Open your eyes." Leon's smooth voice commands, and you still fight again, your body urging you to obey him. Tired of resisting, you open to find him just inches away from your face, his lips close enough so you can finally kiss them. "I can give you what you want. You wouldn't have to go scoping around searching for it. I can leave you breathless. I can give you all the pleasure you deserve and much more."

Leon's voice sounds like butter. This is it: you are into the incubus enchantment. You are melting inside, your hands now grabbing his hoodie. 

What actually breaks you is that Leon seems to be asking for your permission. Deep down, Leon could seduce you, could make you kneel and beg for him. Instead, the silent please in his eyes, the desperation in his voice, his hand trembling against your cheek. You close your hands around his hoodie, bringing his lips into yours. It surprises you how ferocious you are kissing him, surprises you how you moan into the kiss.

Finally, your body aches relieved. Finally.

The feeling is mutual to Leon. What he never has told you is that since he met you, he knew he had to have you: he didn't know what it was about you. He had never heard of anyone of his kind falling in love (they are supposed to be the embodiment of sexual desire, anyway). The time bonding together (for more, you tried to not call that), fighting other creatures, and saving each other's asses made Leon just desire you even more. And for some strange reason, you seemed to reciprocate his feelings, too stubborn to admit. 

His feelings for you made him stop feeding as much, as Leon didn't find much fun and interest in other people. Everything tasted bland and boring compared to you. It didn't help with the dreams, the horny thoughts about you getting worse and worse. Usually, jerking off would be like a small snack for Leon, but thinking about you never left him completely satisfied. He needed to have you.

And tonight, especially tonight, after another sleepless night and having another dream about you sucking him off, Leon decided to, as numerous past nights, bike around town to cool off. He would need to get home and maybe jerk off again, imagining you squirming under him, begging for him to move when he noticed your smell. His attention turned into jealousy when he saw you hugging a werewolf who clearly had sexual intentions towards you.

After seeing this, Leon turned his motorcycle around with one destination: your house. He needed to try. He needed to show you what he felt for you. And if you sent him away, well, at least he would have tried.

Your bodies are entirely in sync. You are surprised to notice Leon knows precisely where and how you desire to be touched and how you like to be kissed. You "blame" the incubus side: he is supposed to seduce you, so you give him what you want.

You fall back into your mattress, and Leon pulls away from you momentarily. You are only in your underwear, bare chest, a complete mess with your lips swollen with the kisses. Your body is vibrating for him: Leon needs to admire that. Or else he would never believe his dreams turned into reality.

"You look so beautiful." He whispers with reverence, taking his hoodie off. You are surprised to see him with no shirt on. Leon pulls his pants down, and you gulp, watching his cock spring free.

"No underwear?" You wonder, your eyes locked into his hard-on. Were all incubus supposed to be this thick and big? 

"Easier that way," Leon answers, shrugging his shoulder. He kisses you again, and his hands take off the last piece of your underwear. He doesn't even know where to touch you first: your hard nipples or your sex? He is eager and somehow nervous. Leon is probably the first case of a nervous incubus in history.

"Leon?" You call his name, confused. He raises his head to meet your eyes, an emotional expression on his face. It is the first time you have called him by his name.

Leon starts paying attention to your nipples. He watches for your reaction, twisting and pinching the way that makes you moan more. You are clay under his hands; if Leon told you to run around naked, you would. At this moment time, you are no one else except his. 

"Spread your legs for me."

You obey his command, feeling his hard-on against your thigh. His hands go down your belly to your sex, more wet than usual. Leon smiles, rubbing you with a fingertip to get a taste of your juice. He chuckles as you tremble, your face embarrassed. 

"I have never been so wet like this," You confess.

"You never heard? Incubus charm can do that. Especially if the other one desires us back, really, really bad." You ignore the way he probably would have said meal. You can feel his breath between your tights, and your hands go into his shoulders to warn him.

"I won't last long if you do this."

"Exactly my point."

By the first touch of Leon's tongue on your needy sex, you can feel close to the orgasm. Your body is so warm, and one of your hands grabs his golden locks, keeping his head there. That only seems to thrill Leon more: He explores with his tongue up and down your sex, and you can't hold back your moans, your other hand grabbing the sheets under you. Leon hums, satisfied as he continues to savor you. 

It doesn't take long for you to cum in Leon's mouth. There is a sound of approval coming from his chest as your entire body shakes under him, your eyes rolling. It had never been this strong with your past partners, you had never come this fast. You would never tell Leon that. You need a moment to relax as Leon raises his head, licking his lips.

"Delicious. Even better, what I imagined." You try to not look embarrassed as he compliments you, the warm feeling in your chest happy to hear that.

"Leon?" You call him worried.

You finally realize his eyes remain the same blue eye color. You might not know a lot about incubus sex, but one thing you know is that their eyes turn a different color when they are feeding. You had heard about red, deep red, orange, orange red-ish. 

"You okay? Need more moments?"

"Why didn't you feed?" The worried tone of your voice doesn't go unnoticed by him. Leon smiles, attempting to ease your worries.

"I didn't ask for your consent. Didn't think it would be fair."

"You don't ask for consent for the others." You argue, the tone of jealousy making him chuckle. Leon lays on top of you, his arms caging you again.

"You are not like the others. You are special." Before the weight of his confession would make you run away scared, screaming for your life. Now, it makes you lock your legs around his hips, purring content.

"I am sure you say that to all others."

"No, I don't." His tone is serious. Leon starts to rub against your still-sensitive sex. He lowers down to kiss you, slowly and this time more patiently. You can taste yourself in Leon's mouth, making you wonder what Leon's taste is. When you break away, you confess in a hushed whisper you want him to feed. 

You want him satisfied with you. Only you.

When Leon penetrates you slowly, to not hurt you, for more wet that your entrance is with his magic, you watch fascinated his eyes turn into a weak red. He probably had been hungry for a long time, and something inside of you told Leon that he would need much more to be fed entirely. Leon pushes all his dick inside of you, giving both a moment to calm yourself. You feel delicious wrapped around him like that: tight and warm. There would be really no one else for him after this.

"You can move now." You whisper, rubbing his face. His first thrust is gentle but still drags a sob out of you. How come Leon has found your pleasure spot so quick? It had to be luck.

Your body had never been in such sync with someone else like that before: Leon knew precisely how to move his hips, how exactly would you make you moan the loudest. It doesn't take long for you to cum again, his thrusts still gentle, hitting that specific pleasure spot you love so much repeatedly. After you cum, Leon stops, worried you might say this is over, but you lift yourself from the bed with one hand, the other holding Leon's neck so he can look at you. You demand more from him, harder, faster. That makes you scream. That the whole town knows who you belong from now.

Your consent is probably what drives him over the edge. Leon doesn't stop now, and if it wasn't for his arm holding around your shoulder to keep you in the bed, you would have fallen out with the strength of his thrusts. You sound incoherent by now, pleading for something, someone, watching Leon's eyes flicker into a stronger red. His eyes never entirely leave your face, his hips hitting against yours with a supernatural strength. You thank mentally for your genetics, or else Leon could have actually hurt you. 

You both are close now, you to your third orgasm, Leon on his first one after weeks. Or months. He remembers how many times he has fapped to this vision before, your eyes rolling with your mouth parted as you begged him to not stop, to fuck you insane, never enough to completely satisfy him. But tonight, Leon is giving you all that he has gotten.

When you both come at the same time, your back arches against the bed, and your vision goes white. You scream, your body trembling under Leon's arm, holding onto his shoulders as if you are drowning in the water. Leon is your anchor now, keeping you remotely sane.

As Leon fills you up with a strangled moan of your name, Leon feels his starvation to subdue. He is still hungry as he always would be for you, but this time he is sated. Different from all the other times he had feed: different from the simple fucks he had when he was hungry. As the closest thing from an incubus could feel from love.

It takes you a few minutes to come back to reality. You blink, Leon at your side this time, his arm around you and his head resting against your shoulder. He has his eyes closed, but he isn't sleeping. 

"You okay?" He asks, finally opening his eyes. They are back to their normal blue eyes, even looking more vivid. 

"Yeah, I guess?" You can feel his cum in your tights leaking from your entrance. "What have you done to me?"

"I told you I would have given you what you deserved." Leon chuckles, and you hit in the arm lightly. Convinced bastard. 

You sit down, wincing at the soreness in the middle of your legs. You wonder if you were entirely human if you could walk the following day. There is a small puddle of white cum in the bed, and you look at him, surprised. 

"Didn't know you guys could make this much mess…"

"Only when we are entirely satisfied." 

Leon lays on his back, arms lifted with his head resting against his hands, a satisfied smile on his lips like he just had the biggest meal of his entire life. And he did: you look a mess, and Leon loves being the reason for that.

"So, do you have to leave now or…?"

"Not if you don't want me," Leon answers softly. 

"I don't." You confess, and Leon smiles, happy. The confused feelings in your thoughts and heart could stay for tomorrow. Now, you need a shower and change your sheets. Then cuddle with the man next to you.

"Do you guys cuddle?" You ask, sounding like an idiot, and Leon giggles again. 

"I think we can. You will be my first one anyway."

First one? Before you can ask what that means, Leon gets up from the bed. You watch as the light of the night illuminates his body, marked with your love. He raises his hand.

"I can see you are overthinking. Let's worry about tomorrow when tomorrow arrives, okay?"

You nod. Sounds like the perfect plan. 

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Mine Ch. 2: The Waiting Room

Chapter Rating: E (+18) Minors DNI, mention of alcohol consumption and substance abuse.

Word Count: 2539

A/N: Chapter 2 is here y'all! Thank you for bearing with me. As some of you may have read in my last update, I moved across the country. It took some time to get settled and to get in a headspace where I could write again. Anywho, I am excited for you to read this chapter. We'll get to see more of the boys and Frankie being a great dad 🤍 As a reminder my asks are always open. I hope you enjoy Chapter 2!

Quick shout out to @splashofbi-fic-reblogs your comment on chapter 1 inspired one of the lines, thank you for that!

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Chapter 2 : The Waiting Room

“Catfish..what happened back there? It seemed like you were on your A-game. I thought you’d asked her to text you or-” 

“Can we talk about this later?” Frankie closed the front door behind him “I’m exhausted, besides we have to go pick up Cami in the morning. My mom has...she has a date.” Frankie groaned internally, instantly regretting the last small detail he let slip.

“Shit man, even your Mom is dating...” Santiago chided with a chuckle until he was met with Frankie’s strong gaze in response,“Alright, alright...G’night”

Frankie couldn't sleep that night, despite feeling exhausted. The events of the evening kept him restless, replaying his time with you and thinking of ways he could have done better. My god was he rusty, Santiago was right, it had been too long since he had put himself out there. Pope had been a great friend, teasing aside, who cared about Frankie's well-being and encouraged him to move forward and past the darkness that he had seen his friend grapple with. He was the reason Frankie had downloaded the latest dating apps only to never complete his profile. He figured if he met someone, he prefer it to be in person. 

His thoughts raced through the night. Would anyone want someone so broken with a past like his? Would you? You were so beautiful, smart, and interesting and he was just Francisco Morales the ex-pilot and recovering addict. It’s not like it mattered anyway, he reckoned he’d never see you again. His eyelids eventually grew heavy, as the Netflix show he left playing lulled him to sleep.

“Frankie..” Your heartbeat quickened for two reasons. First, you’d never imagine you’d see the man ever again. Second, your boss had just entered the waiting room and talked with the receptionist at the front desk. Luckily, she was too far away to notice the lack of formality in your interaction.

“Santiago, that little shit.” Frankie muttered under his breath. Your mind too preoccupied to fully register the moment.

“Uh..why don’t we make our way to my office?”

He followed close behind as you walked down the hall. It wasn’t lost on him how Camila’s eyes sparkled when she saw you. How she ran up to greet you and took your hand immediately. His heart was melting at the sight until the moment caught up to him. He had lost your number and figured you misinterpreted his lack of initiation as a sign of rejection. Now he was here, in your office. He thought it some trick of fate, or the handiwork of one he referred to as Pope. 

Camila had no patience for you both and had contently occupied herself with the toys you had laid out for her session. Frankie inched toward the edge of his seat, “I’m so sorry. I would’ve called-”

“There’s really no need to explain, Mr. Morales” You waived him off, denying every inch of curiosity that urged you to hear his explanation. He has a child! A daughter, who so happens to be your patient. And what of her mother? Had you given your number out to a married man? 

How is this happening right now.. here out of all places!?

“But I want to... Please.” His pleading voice interrupted the racing thoughts that held your attention. How could you deny those deep brown eyes? You quietly surrendered with a nod. 

“If you don’t mind..” You looked out the sidelite of your office door, searching for any passersby in the hall, “keeping your voice low, the walls are pretty thin.”

“Right..well, the ink on my hand smeared when I grabbed the beers. I tried to make out the numbers but they were too far gone. I was kicking myself for not asking you to write down your name and number in my contacts or asking you to text me....or-” He sighed and looked at Cami who had now moved on to the animal puzzle at the kid-sized table to the left of him.

His earnest expression rendered you defenseless “Oh god-” A chuckle got away from you, “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to laugh at you. It’s just- I don’t know if it was the alcohol or my nervousness but I was trying to be mysterious and I see now that it completely backfired. Full disclosure, I never give out my number like that.”

The worry lines on his forehead eased their tension and a half smile sheepishly emerged over his pouty lips, “There was quite literally nothing I could go off. I considered asking the bartender for the name he saw on your credit card but I didn’t want it to seem like I was some creep.” He laughed, “Santiago, would not stop teasing me the whole weekend. He’s been on me to start dating again.” His hand dragged over his mouth, “God, I’m gonna kill him”.

“So… you’re not married?” You moved from the edge of the desk to a chair closer to him. Your eyes searching his for an answer.

“No, I’ve never been. I thought about it- thought it would be good for Cami when we found out we were expecting but Ashley… Camila’s mother, left us when she was still a baby.” He looked at his daughter with such devotion and admiration. You could see the hint of pain behind his eyes. 

Your heart sank, “Mr. Morales, I am so sorry. I can’t even begin to imagine how difficult that must have been for you and Camila.”

“I really wish I could change things. I know I had my faults, I just wished I could’ve turned things around sooner for Camila’s sake. If I had, maybe she’d still have a mother and maybe she wouldn’t be so affected…” He couldn’t grasp why he was opening up like this, so quickly and effortlessly. It was not like him at all. It took him weeks to muster up the courage and talk about this with Will and Ben, who had both been a rock for him during his relapses and recovery periods. Hell, it took him a while to even realize what he was feeling. There was something about your presence, your soothing voice, and your gentle eyes that made his defenses dissolve.

“Is it…is it my fault?” You looked at him with concern, “That she is having a hard time talking?”

“You can’t blame yourself, Frankie” His heartbeat quickened at the sound of his name, “There are so many factors that play into why general speech delays happen- genetics, pregnancy complications, environmental factors... Please don’t punish yourself for this.” 

You turned your gaze to Cami, who had so many of her handsome father’s features. She was all Frankie, from her warm chocolate curls to her rosy little lips. “You’re here and that’s what matters. I promise to do my best to help you and Cami achieve her goals.” The tightness in your throat reminded you that regardless of the gravitational pull you felt towards him the night you met, you needed to be professional. Your hard work and license were on the line. 

Get it together, state your boundaries. 

“With that in mind, I have to be upfront with you. I do my best to establish a professional relationship with my patient’s parents, but as you can already imagine there are lines I do not..cannot cross regardless of how we first met.”

“I understand. I would not want to jeopardize you in any way.” He lifted his cap to run his fingers through his hair, “But if it’s okay with you, I’d like to stay and participate in Cami’s sessions.”

“Oh.. absolutely! I think it will be beneficial. You’ll get to see and learn the techniques I use during her sessions so you use them at home” The half-smile that quickened your heartbeat made its appearance once more.

You taught him the techniques you’d be using and activities that he could implement at home to help foster a learning environment for his daughter. Cami was quick to engage with you and receptive to your encouragement. She was particularly fond of bursting bubbles and clapping along to the songs you sang with her. Frankie felt a sense of warmth well up in his heart as he watched his daughter enjoy her time with you. Although he couldn't act on this feeling, he chose not to resist it.

“Jesus Fish, we were starting to get worried. I was about to run out to get backup cases of beer in case you didn’t make it.” 

“Sorry, we couldn’t find Bunzy. Pope and I just about turned the whole house upside down looking for him.” Ben rushed over to pick up Cami who had been reaching for him stuffed animal in hand, as they stepped into Ben’s backyard. “Tio Ben!” she exclaimed. 

“HOLY SHIT! She.. she.. just said my name!” 

Frankie’s chest swelled with pride at Camila’s progress, hardly noticing Ben’s profanity. Content in knowing that Cami was now beginning to use new two-word phrases.

“Ben! Language!” Will scowled at his brother and took a break from manning the grill to place a kiss on Camila’s cheek, “Tio Will is so proud of you!”

“I’m sorry! This is a big f-reaking deal!” Ben was beaming at the fact that his name was the first of the group to be mastered by little Camila. “Guess those speech sessions are really paying off eh? Thanks to a certain…therapist?” A knowing smile appeared on his lips as he glanced at Frankie, whose face turned multiple shades of red in response.

 “Pope, seriously!?” 

Santiago took a sip of his beer “In my defense…yeah- I got nothin’.”

“Nice of you to inform everyone…don’t think I’ve forgotten how you left out a key detail that night!”

“Don’t get too worked up Catfish. You’ve been acting different ever since the night at the bar.” Will added as he cracked open a beer, handing it to Frankie. “It didn’t take long to figure out.” 

“OH yeah! Your dad’s got it…BAD” Ben added as he placed his black cap on a giggling Cami, “So… are you going for it? What’s the plan?”

“There is no plan, there can't be a plan” Ben groans, “She could get fired, and lose her license.. Besides, Cami does so well with her. I mean, you heard her earlier. I don’t wanna mess this up for her. Lord knows I’ve already put her through enough.”

“What about after Cam graduates?” Santiago grabbed a piece of steak and sat down at the patio table, “She’s already saying Ben’s name and it’s only been…what.. a couple of weeks?”

“She made it clear that our relationship is strictly professional” 

“Papi! Eat!” Camila’s cries for food offered a welcome distraction from the current topic of conversation. Frankie reached for the toddler-friendly snacks he packed and settled her on his lap. Hearing his little girl’s progress both in and out of the speech clinic gave him peace; something he hadn’t experienced in a long time. 

“Hey! Sorry I missed your call. I was at the gym earlier. I’m just picking up a few things for tonight.” You chimed over the phone as you scanned the wine selection of your local Trader Joe’s. Michele had planned a wine and paint night at her place- something you hadn’t done in a while. This meant one thing, she was going all out and would be expecting an update on your current situation. 

“Oh, take your time! But do you think you can bring extra popcorn? Turns out Lexi can make it after all.”

“Sure, no prob- oof!” You glanced down at the curly pigtails of a little girl who had quite literally run into you, her little arms wrapping around your calves.

“Miss!” She said, grasping you a little tighter.

“Hey, Michele? Let me call you back.” You squatted down to greet her, “We really gotta stop meeting like this Cami. Your father wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” You chuckled for a second until it dawned on you. 

Shit! Where’s your dad?

Your heart began to race, your eyes searched down the aisles until you heard him calling Camila’s name in a panic. His face relaxed the instant he turned the aisle and spotted you walking toward him, Camila’s hand in yours. Your breath caught at the way his tan jacket framed his shoulders, how the curls you were so fond of peeked under the brim of his cap.

He rushed to his daughter scanning her face, her small cheeks engulfed by his hands “Jesus, Camila, don’t ever do that again!” The way he kissed and held her stirred up a warmth in your chest. A reaction proving more and more difficult to push away the more you saw him.

“Thank you so much!” he breathed,“I turned away for a second and she was gone. She must have seen you from afar.”

“Oh, it’s no problem at all! I’m glad I bumped into her.” A smile lingered on your lips.

Frankie noticed your post work out glow, how your cheeks displayed a rosy shade of pink to match your workout gear that hugged the curves of your body. You looked different today, your demeanor was more relaxed out of the confines of the clinic. All this, thanks to your favorite yoga instructor. He wasn’t sure if it was the manner of your meeting or the fact that your smile never faded whenever he spoke to you that spurred on confidence within him. Surely a compliment would be harmless.

“You look very pretty today Miss” 

“Oh…thank you” You instinctively smile, and turn your attention to Cami in hopes Frankie wouldn’t notice you blush in response, “So do you two have anything fun planned today?”

“We just stopped by for some snacks before heading to the park. Thought it would be a good way to get her energy out… what about you?” He took a step closer, allowing you to take in the woody scent of his cologne, “What do speech teachers do on their days off?”

His question suddenly broke the spell cast by his scent, “I have a date…a girl date really”, you fumbled your words nervously, “My best friend planned a wine and paint night and put in charge of the wine and the popcorn.”

For a brief moment, you could have sworn you saw a tinge of disappointment cast over his expression at the mention of a date. You didn’t want to dwell on it too much, not here. Not now while you felt more susceptible to his charm.

“I’ll have to try that sometime. Though I have to admit, I don’t think Cami’s paint brushes will do” He chuckled turning to look at his little one who was starting to fuss, “Well...I won’t take more of your time, I think Cami here is ready for the park. See you Monday?”

“See you Monday.”

You bit your lip trying to hold back the grin he gave you as you walked towards your car and lifted the phone to your ear, “I was going to wait until I got to your place to share but.. guess who I just bumped into?”

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oh your tags on that one post are EVERYTHING:

#you want to love your child from a distance you do that by sending birthday and christmas cards #and sending letters and maybe having phone calls #you don't do it by cutting the child out of your life #and then making it all about yourself

like loving your kid from a distance doesn't mean much if they don't know about it. i was always annoyed about her lines about "maybe you've adapted to life without me, i hope for that and fear it" or whatever the exact lines were. like that is so freaking self centered and of course it's ok to feel that way but don't put it in the letter to your kid!

Hiiiiiiiiiiii *waves from 3 weeks down the line* Look what I found in my inbox that i forget to check especially now that my app is refusing to work at most things. ANYWAY. Yeah, I was confused when everyone was ooohhing about how sweet that letter was because to me it just felt so manipulative and a way to shift blame. I know I put in the tags of another great post about this the other day that Shannon needing time is understandable and needing to go be with her mom is understandable but cutting off ALL contact?? With her child??? Did she bar her mom from contacting her grandson?? Did her mom call and Chris and Eddie had to wonder why Shannon refused to speak to them? How many birthdays and holidays went by before they stopped checking the mailbox for a card? Did Shannon's mom still send cards and like the phone calls did they hope to see Shannon's name in them only to be disappointed she couldn't even sign a card for her child?

I've said it before and I'll say it again, I actually liked the arc in s2 because it paints SUCH a contrasting picture of a) Shannon and Eddie as parents, b) Eddie's trust in Shannon vs his trust in Buck with Chris, c) Shannon and Buck as co-parents, and d) Shannon and Buck as partners to Eddie. We get a LOT of milage out of just a few scenes! And an underrated moment, I think, is seeing that Eddie has abuela chaperoneing Shannon and Chris. But in season 3 we see Eddie being perfectly fine leaving Chris alone with Buck, including AFTER the tsunami. It speaks volumes to me!

And all of that is why I SO dislike the retconning KR tried to pull in s6, and I really hope we get to see more than just that letter "fixing" things for Chris. He's getting older now and I would love to see him and Eddie having some hard talks about what happened and how they both felt and working through some of that together. Maybe even some family therapy with them! Tim has so far been doing a good job of getting the show back on the rails and righting some wrongs ("I don't know what I was thinking dating a death doula" still cracks me up) and I would love if this is one of those things.

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Omegaverse Fic Fest Weekly Recap

Hello beautiful people! This first week has already passed, with five beautiful fics revealed. Please enjoy this first weekly recap, and if you haven't read them yet, go and check them out!

The Checkout by @silverstuff50

“I said, I hope your husband has a nice birthday,” the alpha says, still smiling. It's polite, and Harry can’t work out why there’s an edge to the man’s voice, but there definitely is. Maybe he’s pissed off with Harry for not listening the first time. Wouldn’t be a surprise; Harry is so shit at talking to people.   And, oh. The alpha thinks he’s married. Because of course he fucking does, Harry’s buying a card that says husband on it and a bottle of prosecco. He really wants to set the record straight, even though there is zero chance it matters anyway. “Oh! Oh, right, yeah. No,” he says, and the alpha looks confused and amused. Harry feels his face redden more than it was before. “I mean, the card is for Niall.” The alpha nods, still looking slightly confused, and Harry realises that really doesn’t explain anything.

You Just Be Yourself by @lululawrence

“Thanks, Mom.” Louis’ breath was knocked right out of him at those words, and Grey froze. They then immediately pulled out of Louis’ arms and scurried out of sight before either Harry or Louis could respond. “Shit,” Harry cursed quietly, looking between Louis and where Grey had disappeared. “I…” Louis blinked and looked down at the boxes still scattered on the floor. By the time he had gathered them back up, Harry was also gone. Or five times Harry's daughter claims Louis as her mother, and one time Louis claims them both as his too.

Tossing Round Like Coins by @letthemusicmoveyou28

“No, no it’s fine.” Louis rubs the back of his neck a little awkwardly. “I guess I’m just not used to hearing another alpha talking about taking a knot is all. You caught me off guard a bit, but I don’t mind.” Harry’s look of embarrassment soon morphs into a smirk. “Not a lot of knot talk in the locker rooms then?” Louis laughs. “Oh yeah there is. But it’s more like arguments over whose is bigger and that.” He schools his face into what he hopes is an over exaggerated, self-righteous expression. “But not me of course, because I’m proper evolved.” Harry snorts out a laugh. “Of course you are.” (Or the one where Louis is an alpha who does manly alpha things like play professional football and lift weights at the gym, where he meets alpha Harry who wears nail polish and dates other alphas. Louis isn’t put off by Harry’s strange tendencies, more like intrigued. And maybe just maybe, he’s interested).

Take My Hand, Dumbass by @londonfoginacup

There's only alpha dorms at university, and Louis Tomlinson, omega, refuses to pay the exorbitant fees to live off campus. So, four years pretending to be an alpha it is! That'll be easy.

And maybe it would be easy, if not for the depri and the annoying alpha roommate and the fact that Louis is, honestly, a bit too stubborn for his own good.

Sweeter than I Ever Knew by @mandylynn4

Harry has spent his heats alone since he's presented, but his roommate, Niall, is convinced that he needs to try out The Agency - an app that lets alphas and omegas partner for heats. Unsure, he signs up and goes through 5 heats with different alphas. Some are good experiences, others are awful. But, in the end, he finds that his heats with the right alpha can be sweeter than he ever knew.

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This is madness

Hear me out, this was what my head canon was for new Willy Wonka:

Willy Wonka is played by Ben Affleck

Ever since he inherited the factory from the previous 'Willy Wonka' he has been on a downward spiral of hell. Trying to get a new 'Willy Wonka' to take his place is impossible in this modern era because children suck, and each year he attempts a 'golden ticket' tour to the factory in hopes that one day he can fucking retire by finding the perfect child to con into taking on the business.

Harrison Ford is Charlie's grandpa.

I don't remember Grandpa's name, so we're going with Grandpa Ford.

~Charlie has no other grandparents because they're all divorced or dead.

~Charlie (I don't know child actors so pick whatever you want) sometimes visits Grandpa Ford but not super often which spurs Grandpa Ford to want to plan a fun trip to bond with his grandson.

~Grandpa Ford thinks the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory is super cool and so he keeps buying candy bars until he gets the Golden Ticket.

~Scene where Ford is like 'Charlie, look, we get to go to the Chocolate Factory!' but Charlie is on his iPad screaming about Roblox. By the time Charlie hears him, he's like 'Grandpa, that's so unkewl, why the heck would I want to go to a factory? Can't you just give me money for Robucks?" (Is that what it's called? Lol)

~Charlie is forced to go

~WonkaFleck has everyone sign papers. There is at least 1 parent who is trying to read through it all, but their child is throwing a tantrum so they end up saying 'fuck it' and signing it.

~The whole group of odd people have their mini solo scenes including:

-Kid who is allergic to Blue Dye 4000 and like, totally eats something very artificially blue because their parent is too busy on dating apps to pay attention. This kid doesn't make it far. They balloon up so much kid would need like, 20 epipens or something. WonkaFleck like 'not my problem you signed the papers saying you would be responsible for your own actions here'

~Kid who literally touches everything. EVERYTHING. EVERY. THING. You? Touched. Food? Touched. Machine? Touched. WonkaFleck gets kind of rage-y and tells this kid 'NO. STOP.' But kid's mom is a tiger mom and she jumps in and rips into Wonka about "we do not use the word 'no' in our household" and "how dare he think he can parent her child?" They do not last.

~One kid who stands uncomfortably close to people and stares. STARING. And everytime you try to speak to them they don't talk back, they just stare harder. Unblinking. WonkaFleck does not think he can withstand that level of terror in his life, so when the lights flick off (which is actually quite common in this facility) he boots the child into a candy flattener and we all know where that's going.

~We discover that Grandpa Ford is incredibly useful in the tour because he is one of the few people who can read things in cursive.

~At least 5-10 of the kids go around with phones and ipads taking FaceTimes of all the trade secrets and business practices.

~Wonkafleck trying to stop them by putting a ban on electronics, but they don't listen or they steal back their phones/items and their parents are like 'lol kids will be kids, am I right?'

~Grandpa Ford is at least respectable and had forced Charlie NOT to bring any electronics on the trip. The child cries like, 99/100 times the other kids have their electronics out, though.

~Wonkafleck finally destroys all electronics in one of his many rooms of weird shit.

~Grandpa Ford is incredibly good at storytelling, conversing, and trying to help resolve the problems of the children even though their problems are incredibly petty. Wonkafleck is undeniably sad that Grandpa Ford is pushing 90s or he would have forced him to take over the factory.

~Oompa loompas are actually regular people just wearing bright orange haz vests because gotta practice safety, yo

~But also they realize the factory is like, 4 million degrees in some spots and WonkaFleck is like 'sorry, this is a big place, I can't afford air in here'

~Also one room a chocolate "water tower" breaks because of these bad safety protocols and takes out half the tourist group but WonkaFleck is like 'do I look like I give a damn?'

~Grandpa Ford and Charlie do get into a little trouble by taking some candy, but it's because Grandpa Ford wants to 'take a little piece with him' to remember the trip by. Charlie just like 'uh huh, okay grandpa.' Doesn't question it.

~By the end, everyone be dead but Charlie and Grandpa Ford. But Wonkafleck is like 'you guys stole shit.'

~Charlie, realizing he means the candy, takes it out of his pocket and gives it back to Wonkafleck and is like 'here you go, mister.'

~Wonkafleck, totally moved by the fact that this child did something respectable, decides this is it. This might be the child to take over the helm of the factory. He's like "Charlie, since you were honest I'm going to give you a wonderful deal. Take this factory from me. You can inherit everything."

~Grandpa Ford like "oh wow, factory" totes bamboozled

~Charlie like, "No thanks, mister, I don't want it."

~Wonkafleck, almost loses his shit, barely holding on by a thread, is like "what you mean you don't want this factory???"

~Charlie says "I don't really like candy. I like energy drinks. And Robucks."

~Everyone is like 'flmlenwgngegbagbwgeljage'

~Grandpa Ford says, "Charlie, you can buy those things with the money you make from the factory."

~Charlie gives grandpa a weird look. "Why would I want to work for money when I can just ask for it??"

~Wonkafleck woes his fucking life. He rages a bit, then motherfuckin' skips outta the scene and jumps into a hot air balloon to reach the highest peak of the city so he can scream for all eternity.

~The End

What I actually thought after I saw the real trailer for Willy Wonka:

Wow I am totally off, lol.

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Track One: The View

Genre: Fluff

Relationship type: first date feels

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Walking into the Stray Kids apartment is like walking into one of two atmospheres; a war zone (boys bickering playfully over any and everything) or the dangerous, too-calm, too-quiet sound of boys keeping to themselves. Today was the latter of the two. Chan is sprawled on a chair across the room on his phone. He looks deep in thought. 

I’m sitting on the couch in the shared space reading when I feel my phone vibrate with two texts from Chan. I look up from my phone to him with raised brows. Why is he texting me when he’s sitting across the room? There’s no one else in here. 

He meets my eyes, a shy smile spreading across his face and stands from his chair, heading to the door.

 “I’m going to the studio!”  He shouts and without hearing the responding ‘okay’s from the others, he leaves with a final wave to me.

I remain seated for a long while, confused. I look at my phone, finally remembering he sent me something before his abrupt exit. 

Chan: As promised :) Sorry it took so long, but I think you’ll be happy with it. Come find me when you’re done. Love you.

In the second text, there is a link to a spotify playlist. I open it and am redirected to the app and a private playlist titled ‘My Heart in Music’. I feel the pinch behind my eyes and know immediately what this is about. I sprint to Chan’s room, leaving my book forgotten on the coffee table and go straight for those expensive headphones of his. I throw his sweatshirt over my shirt, his smell immediately overpowering almost every nervous feeling I have. I take deep breaths to calm the rest of my nerves as I sit back on his bed, put on the headphones and press the first song to start playing as I relive each of the memories as they go…

The View

I had been texting Chan for a week, waiting for him to get back from some work thing he was doing overseas. He asked me on a date the night we met over the phone but in the same breath told me he was leaving for something the next morning. He asked me to wait until he got back and I agreed, thinking he would forget about it and me by the end of it. But he didn’t. 

We talked on the phone every night before he went to sleep and texted throughout the day about everything and anything: what he was doing (working as always), what I was doing (work, sleeping), what his hobbies were (music, spending time with his members, sports), how I learned to bake (my mom ran a bakery), etc. It was run-of-the-mill, getting-to-know someone questions but he seemed so interested in my answers that it made it easy to talk to him. He felt like a safe space for all of my questions about his world and what he did for a living and about him. The last conversation we had ended with me asking him where he went to get away from everything. He responded with a very flirty ‘I can’t wait to show you tomorrow ;)’. 

He got back yesterday. He talked for hours about how happy he was to be home and how much he missed his own bed and his own space. He explained the details of where to meet him today and how he was trying to act cool but was actually really excited to see me again. I thought his honesty was refreshing and endearing; I deserved a man who was excited about me for once. I made sure to return the sentiment.

He asked me to meet him at the beach two towns over. I couldn’t ask for a better day to be by the water as it was particularly warm for this time of year. There were a few passing clouds here and there but no sign of rain. The boardwalk itself was relatively empty, everyone either keeping to themselves or riding skateboards with headphones in. I was leaning against the railing of the boardwalk when I saw a handsome man I recognized in a black shirt and jean jacket walking over to me. I could feel the smile appear on my face as he came closer, his smile just as big as mine.

“Hi!” He said excitedly as he hugged me. I immediately felt safe in his arms, a feeling I could tell we shared as I felt the tension in his shoulders relax. My own nerves melted away, eventually pulling away a few seconds later. “I’m excited to finally be talking to you and not just your voice.” He laughed with his eyes squinted. I could tell it was a true laugh that way. 

“I know, it’s like I’m actually talking to a real person now!” I chuckled as well, feeling the tension slip with each word. 

“I know! I feel like I could pick your voice out of anywhere now.” He brought my arm to lock with his as he started to walk. “Shall we go?” And off we went down the boardwalk.

“Where were you this time?” I asked. “Somewhere exciting I hope.” He laughs.

“The place was but the work was not. We were in South America, trying to work out some details for a future tour stop. We really want to go more global in the future so it was full of very exciting meetings and touring potential arenas. All extremely boring in nature but it was actually kind of exciting. I hope it’ll make our Stays there happy.” Watching him go so far to ensure the happiness of his fanbase and his members was so apparent to anyone who took the time to know him that I was shocked he was still single. 

“Did you get to do any real sight-seeing while you were there?”

“No, just a hotel room and work stuff. The highlight of most of my days was getting to talk to you at the end of it. It’s what got me through most of them,” he said, nudging me so I would laugh at him. 

“Oh stop, it was not.” I said as I rolled my eyes. 

“It was too! I swear!” He counters, laughing and watching me so intently I had to look away. I shook my head as I smiled at his compliment. There was a comfortable silence for a while as we walked arm in arm and people watched. 

“What do you think their story is?” he asked as he pointed to an older couple holding hands on the beach. I thought for a moment, contemplating.

“I think he fell first but she definitely fell harder. He probably asked her out a thousand times before she said yes. They went to a cafe downtown and they haven’t been apart since. He probably spent the night that first night and moved in the next week. They have weekly dates here, just strolling down through the water and talking about their grandchildren. He never remembers their anniversary so she leaves him little hints for gifts around the house that he never picks up on but she finds it funny. She definitely helped him with work before he retired from some big city firm. He would do anything for her but she would tear the world apart for him.” 

 “That was so detailed. Do you know them?” Chan stopped walking and stared at me, his brows furrowed in genuine confusion. My eyes got wide, scared I did something to embarrass myself already. 

“No, I can’t say I do. My imagination just runs wild sometimes. I used to make up stories for people all the time when I was a kid.” 

“Wow. I have to say I’m a little jealous you can make something up that quickly. You’d be a good writer, you know.”  We resumed our leisure walk along the beach. I take a silent deep breath, relieved I haven’t messed up our date so soon. I changed the subject to try and stop thinking about it. 

“So tell me why this is your place. What does this beach mean to you?” I asked him as we’re walking, turning my head to face him in anticipation of his answer. He was quiet for a moment as he stared at the sea. It was nice to see him thinking about his words so carefully, making sure he said what he meant as best he could. I was so used to hearing the pauses over the phone that it was distracting to finally see the gears turning behind the words this time.

“I discovered this place after a rough couple of weeks. Everything was so busy and hectic that I had just had enough. No one was taking practice seriously so I just stormed out one day and just walked. I turned off my phone and walked with no idea where I was going and ended up right over there.” He pointed to the street corner we were passing, connecting right to the boardwalk. A skate shop sat right on the corner, windows boarded up and the open sign on its last life as it dangled in the front door. “It was open when I first came here. I went in there for as long as I pleased. No one knew who I was. I made my way out here and just stuck my feet in the sand. I had a serious talk with myself about whether or not this was what I really wanted to do with my life. And I came to the conclusion that I couldn’t do anything else. I wouldn’t feel fulfilled if I did anything else. And I loved my members too much to just abandon them like that.

 “I didn’t turn my phone back on for a couple hours. I got in so much trouble. I paid for it enough that I learned to deal without running away, but I never forgot this place. I would sneak down here after a hard day or even just to spend some time here. But I was able to just be alone for the first time in a long time. I could think without someone breathing down my neck. I could just be Chris for a little bit.” His face turned from pensive to a sad smile as he continued to stare at the sea. He unhooked my arm as we approached a small staircase leading to the beach itself and started taking off his shoes. After I did the same, we walked down the stairs and I noticed a blanket set up with a small table set up and food trays surrounding it. 

“Is that for us?” I asked him as he started to approach it. He turned and nodded, smiling again. I returned this one and felt the butterflies come back in full force. We sat on the blanket with the waves in front of us, the beach as empty as it was when I first arrived. 

“I can’t really relate to the world of fame, obviously,” I started to say after I sat and took a bite of a strawberry, letting my gaze rest on the water. “But I do understand how you felt while you were here. My mother’s bakery was on a beach just like this one. We lived above it for a time and whenever she got to be too much, I would come down to the shore line and just sit for hours. I can’t tell you how many times I snuck out at night just to be down with the sandcrabs. I would lay down straight on the sand, close my eyes, and just run my fingers through the sand. Sometimes I would bring a book with me. Sometimes I’d read it and throw myself into another world full of dragons or magic. Others I would just use it for a pillow. But I felt like I could finally think on my own. I could finally find my peace, even with a hundred people on the beach with me during the day. It’s so easy to let the sound of the water drown out everything else. It’s so easy to let the rest of the world just melt away…” I suddenly remembered I was on a date and someone was indeed listening to me ramble on. Or at least I hoped he was. I turned back to him to see him smiling softly at me, his eyes shining. I felt my cheeks go red.

 “It’s like you just plucked my thoughts from my mind and said them out loud for me to hear.” He laughed as I blushed again and chuckled to myself. I brought my eyes up to look at him after a moment just to find that he had moved from his spot across from the table to lower himself on the spot beside me on the blanket. “Do you mind if I sit here instead?” I shake my head quickly. 

“I think I prefer it, actually,” I said as I tried to muster all of my remaining courage to smile boldly at him. He huffed a laugh as he moved his arms back to lean on them. “I don’t think I’ve told anyone that part. I’m sure being here reminds you of home though. Is that why you like it?” I said as I shifted to look at him head on. 

“Among other reasons, but yeah. That feeling never went away so I kept this place to myself. I haven’t told my members about it because I know they’ll want to come too. And it’s just because we’re all interested in the little things about each other. They like to know what makes others happy. But this…” He sighed and that pensive look returned as I followed his gaze back out at the sea. “This I want to keep just for me. And now… you.”

My butterflies were back. As I brought my eyes back to him, the sense of belonging to a place finally hit me. It was suddenly hard for me to swallow. 

“Thank you for sharing it with me.” I said quietly.

“Thank you for appreciating it,” he said as he took my hand in his. I stared at our joined hands for a long while before I brought my eyes back to his. He was staring at me, his eyes open, warm and inviting. My heart was back to racing. What a first date. 

 I shifted back to look at the water, taking my hand back from his for a moment before returning it. 

“What a view from right here. It’s like I could touch the sun on the water.”

“Yeah…” I heard him say under his breath, never taking his eyes off me. “What a view…” 

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Happy hoelidays, lovely! ❄️ Just a small gift for you! ❤️

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Even after months and months of being with Ari, it still crept up on you sometimes, being so flustered over how completely smitten he was with you.

He was a straight up Greek god come to life, he could have anyone that he wanted, and he wanted you.

Talk about hitting the beautiful beefcake lottery.

You smiled a little at the thought before your eyes wandered to the other end of the sofa.

The foot rub Ari was giving you was so concentrated and good, that you expected to find him staring at your feet, all furrow-browed and focused.

And he was focused, but on your face, which had those very familiar-by-now pterodactyl-sized butterflies taking flight in your belly.

"Stopppp," you whined, sinking lower against the arm of the sofa as you resisted the urge to hide.

Sometimes it was a lot having Ari look at you like he wanted to eat you and protect you forever, all at once.

His laugh was quiet and warm, the look in his eyes tender as he smiled and shrugged. "I can’t help it."

"You always look like you want to eat me," you blurted, your face burning as you stifled an embarrassed groan.

"Oh I do." Ari waggled his eyebrows at you, but the look in his eye was…sinful. Wanting.

Desire made manifest.

Whining some more, despite the way your pussy fluttered under his avid attention, you pulled one of the throw pillows over your face.

You felt Ari's hands retreat from your feet, and the sofa shift under the movement of his big body, and then he was tugging the pillow from your face and tossing it aside before crawling over you and sinking his warm weight against you.

"Deal with it, honey," he murmured as he caressed the curve of your cheek with his knuckles. "It’s what you signed up for, forever."

He reached for your hand, gently holding it aloft and gazing down at the diamond sparkling on your ring finger.

Pressing a kiss to your skin, he smiled at you, your favorite kind of smile, all soft and doting and just for you.

You went pliant then, your nerves and embarrassment fading away entirely as you tipped you face up and caught Ari's lips against yours.

Ok so guess what, Siri?? I just went through my DRAFTS programming posts for the rest of December and GUESS WHAT I FOUND??? Lmao apparently cuz you sent this a while back, it saved to the date that you SENT it, not the date I feedbacked and SAVED it to my drafts so this is repetitive, but here are my original reactions, lmao. I'm sorry I'm SUCH a mess.

OMG @stargazingfangirl18 is an angel! Back at work today and so I'm on Desktop. I have NO IDEA why my mobile app doesn't let me know when I have Inbox stuff / asks but I visit Tumblr dot com on Desktop and saw I had one so I went to see and THIS is what was waiting for me?!?!

Siri! How incredibly kind and thoughtful are you?? Also, are you psychic? LoL cuz

The foot rub Ari was giving you was so concentrated and good

I've been having problems with my feet lately so THIS? Actually sounded like Heaven (although it's funny cuz I have a "thing" about feet that my mom thinks comes from her keeping me in booties all the time as a baby lol but if I cared enough about someone, I suppose I'd let them see my weird Hobbit feet and nobody is changing Ari's mind about ANYTHING)

very familiar-by-now pterodactyl-sized butterflies

If you're not psychic, you might be intuitive cuz I constantly use the word "pterodactyl" in my life (just usually to describe my hiccups lmao)

Sometimes it was a lot having Ari look at you like he wanted to eat you and protect you forever, all at once.

The way I would ABSOLUTELY POOF into Thanos dust lol just on the spot!

Desire made manifest.

This is just an excellent turn of phrase, I really love it :)

And I'ma always mark out for any mention of "pu$$y flutter" because I never knew that phrase til your Tumblr tags and it brings me joy every time I read it now lol

Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. Siri, I am so unworthy of your attention and kindness, but I am so grateful to have this sweet drabble! Thank you so so so so much for thinking of me. Honestly makes me a bit teary eyed cuz I just don't come across that kind of thoughtfulness often.

[starringkarter]

excuse me did you see rainer dawn hanging around palmwood studios? oh no, that was karter kinecaid, the twenty-one year old who plays joshua gilly on the vampire books. yeah, you know rumour has it they’re manipulative and vindictive , but their fans all say they’re selfless and charitable. the soundtrack to their life would probably be conceited by sza, and when i think of them, i think of plaid buttonups, polaroid film, designer sunglasses . ( male, he/him ) ( sunset, he/him, 21, cst)

under the cut is a full breakdown and introduction into the self-proclaimed heartthrob of the vampire books, karter kinecaid. i am open for plots and interactions as well. if you want to plot, don’t be afraid to message me.​

full name: karter kinecaid

nicknames: kart, cade, the x factor

age: twenty-one

gender & pronouns: cismale. he/him

face claim: rainer dawn

sexuality: homosexual

eye color: blue

hair color: dishwater blonde

height: 6′0″

date of birth: june 26th, 2001

zodiac sign: cancer

occupation: actor

relationship status: single

notable exes: none

hometown: los angeles, california

"yo, it’s karter here, you might already know who i am since i’m on your tv every week as joshua gilly. you know, the vampire books, the only show worth watching. you’re a fan, i know. anyway, since you’re here and you obviously want to know a little more about me . . . let’s talk about the most important person on this planet  — me. if you didn’t know, i was born and raised right here in los angeles. i had a pretty dope upbringing, man. my mom and current manager was this kick-ass lawyer and we had this house on the beach that had a beautiful view of the ocean. i’d wake up to the smell of seasalt and eggs. my mom is an amazing cook, you should try some of her sushi  — it’s out of this world. anyway, i didn’t always want to be an actor but after i got this standing ovation during an elementary school play, she insisted that i didn’t waste my talent. i started doing bit roles and commercials while attending high school. as you can imagine, people started treating me like shit cause i was quite popular. so, i got into my fair share of fights and won a good bulk of them but i’d be lying if i said i didn’t get my ass handed to me a few times. after a while, my mom pulled me out and homeschooled me so that i could focus on my career.

i ended up landing this reoccurring role on this small teen drama as the boyfriend of this one male character and that was how i found out i was gay. i dated my co-star for a few months before we ended things due to me leaving the series. i guess you could say he was my first experience in dating in the industry. it was fun but he was the star of the show so you can imagine all the tabloids and media attention. he was a sweet guy but i didn’t want to well-known for being someone’s boyfriend. i needed my own spotlight. after that, i did a few more bit roles until i graduated high school. it was shortly after that my mom managed to get the script for the pilot for the vampire books and the rest is history. working at palmwood is definitely interesting . . . it’s not for the faint of heart. if you don’t have a passion to be the best of the best, you will not last. oh . . . the rumors, you want to talk about the rumors. well, i can confirm anything or my mom will have my head but i am a wild child. i do whatever i feel like and fuck the consequences. it’s put a bit of a target on my back but you only live once, right? anyway, it looks like our time is up. thanks for stopping by for this exclusive interview. make sure you watch the vampire books exclusively on the palmwood studios app.”

- He is somewhat stable but does have moments were his temperamental and will lash out at anyone.

- He likes to think that he’s the topic of every conversation and doesn’t like to be told otherwise.

- Has a habit of staring at others while dating and has a hard time being faithful, though very good at hiding his indiscretion.

- He has a bit of a strained relationship with his mother due to him wanting to expand his resume and her preventing him from doing so.

- He can be very friendly and sociable, but he has a very dark, calculating, and dark side to him.

[operationbigskye]

I didn’t put a label on it for the longest time. But I think I always knew I wasn’t straight. The first time I had feelings for another girl, I was 14. As crushes do, it faded; I didn’t think of a girl the same way again for years. Then I met another girl in college; she would be the first woman I had Big Feelings for, not just surface-level infatuation, which I would not admit to myself for nearly a decade. However, when it hit me, it was like a thunderbolt. I came this close to telling her…and then she got engaged. It probably was for the best. At least that’s what I tell myself.

I finally came out as bisexual for the first time years ago to a close friend; she was lovely, as I expected. I told my mom (who I was living with) around the same time; she barely spoke to me the rest of the night, and I wake up the next morning to her hovering over my bed. All she said was, “I know in my heart that you are heterosexual” and left the room.

It wasn’t until fall of 2022 that I couldn’t hide anymore. I was with a man who was ideal on paper, but I didn’t have those same feelings. He didn’t really accept me for who I was and now I have people telling me that they saw red flags of abuse, but that’s another post in itself. It was inevitable that it had to end. About a month later, I signed up for the dating app Her.

I was in a year-plus relationship with the first woman I went out with. I couldn’t believe my luck when we first clicked. She had been out for awhile and identified as lesbian, while I was honest about myself. I told my friends, “She’s not going to want to be my first; who wants to hold a ‘bi-baby’s’ hand while also developing a meaningful relationship with them?” But I was wrong. She opened my world, and there were moments where I thought I was falling in love with her. It didn’t work out, which is also for another post.

Throughout this journey, specifically the last 18 months, I have come out one by one, to friends and family members. Some have been wonderful, like the first friend I told, while others have been more…stoic; the only people who were downright hurtful are in my immediate family, and that wound is still healing.

Why am I sharing this? Most of the people I follow are in the 9-1-1 fandom and know what we all hope is going to happen tonight with a major character. If it happens, I will appreciate the bi-representation; I just hope it is done justice. There might be a defining moment in which everything clicks into place. It might also take some time and reflection that it’s probably something that’s always been true, and it might be a bigger deal for some other characters over others. It might be earth-shattering to finally say it out loud, or it might be a quiet sigh of relief. Everybody’s journey is different and while the state of our world is far from perfect in Our Year of the Lord 2024, I’m thankful that this particular paradigm has shifted from when I was a child in the 90s. In the end, everyone has their own story, and I hope this is one that inspires and helps even one other person.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading

[nickgerlich]

How To Get A Date

It often seems like our discussion topics lean more toward negativity than positivity. Sure, there are plenty of good business decisions, product launches, and all that. But the volume of bad things happening sticks out in my mind like a sore thumb.

Yeah, we can—and should—learn from both the good and the bad. It’s just that I would rather there be far more positive items, like the news I saw yesterday that household appliance maker Whirlpool is helping singles clean up their dating app profiles.

Wait. Whaaaat?

Whirlpool has hopped on to social media and instructed singles to replace their profile pics of them flexing in the gym, to snaps of them folding laundry and doing dishes. You might be thinking that this is the silliest campaign ever launched, but when you consider that Whirlpool is known for its kitchen and laundry appliances, it makes perfect sense.

Forget about being a gym rat or climber of tall mountain peaks. You’re going to get a lot more favorable swipes and DMs if you go for the homeboy look. Trade your Indiana Jonesing for Domesticated Man.

And Whirlpool is pretty sure of itself, having conducted a simple non-random pilot study with seven bachelors over a three-week period. They swapped their he-man pics for ones showing them doing household chores, and noted they averaged 79% more DMs and 46% more matches. Just be careful taking that selfie while you’re washing the dishes. You wouldn’t want to drop your phone in the dish water.

Other research by the brand showed that 94% of respondents (presumably both females and males) indicated that household chore equity is important among singles who want a relationship, with 91% also revealing that the ability to do household chores was a top priority. In other words—I’m talking mostly to the guys here, because the gals often get stuck with these duties—don’t plan on lying on the sofa while your SO works her butt off, or, worse yet, golfing with the guys while she labors all day long Saturday and Sunday.

It won’t end well.

While this is far from a scientific study, we must remember this is really just a clever ad campaign, and a damn good one at that. "Oh, and while we’re convincing you on the merits of doing chores, can we interest you in a new washer, dryer, and dishwasher?” It comes at a time when the brand concedes sales will be soft this year, thanks to overall inflation, continuing high interest rates, and ridiculously high housing prices. I give them credit for trying to overcome this hurdle.

Other findings showed that 90% of dating app users examine profile pics to help judge whether a person takes care of themselves, and about two-thirds would rather view a seemingly mundane pic of their dating candidate cooking a meal or other similar “drudgery.” Your flexing is just plain boring.

Were I in the market for companionship, I could easily post pics of me cooking, since it is something I love to do. And while I most definitely partake of laundering and cleaning, I don’t do those with the same joy as I do in preparing meals. Of course, I could always smile and pretend.

I just wish I knew this 45 or more years ago, because we didn’t have dating apps back then. I remember arriving on my undergrad campus in Fall 1977, and quickly signing up for what was a newfangled thing: computer dating. We answered a survey, filling in little rectangles on a punch card, which were then read by a rather crude scanner and the data input to a massive mainframe computer that filled an entire room. My three matches were far from promising, and I immediately gave up on the premise.

Man, if only I had attached a picture of me faking it in the kitchen. Maybe I would have done better.And I say faking it in all honesty, because I grew up in an era in which males were truly off the hook on all those things. It was just the norm. Mom cooked, cleaned, and laundered. Dad changed oil and pushed the lawn mower. And my brother and I wondered when dinner would be ready. In retrospect, that sucked, and I was woefully unprepared for adult life, much less divorced adult life many years later.

Thankfully, I figured it out. Oldest Daughter and I taught ourselves how to cook, and now we both are adventurous in the kitchen. But it was only after some terrible “Hamburger Helper Without The Hamburger” dinners for a while.

Some of the best skills I have learned, albeit later in life, is the fine art of taking care of myself. I find serenity in doing the dishes, and folding the laundry. Cooking is a spiritual occasion, because I view eating as feeding the temple of me, as well as anyone else with whom I am sharing the table. The preparation is just as sacred as the consuming, and when I learned this, I finally understood the mystery of the Catholic Mass when Holy Communion is prepared.

Kudos to Whirlpool for a helluva fine campaign. This is brilliant, even if lighthearted and smile-worthy. But that’s exactly the intended effect. “Think about our brand for a second or two, and leave with a smile.”

You can’t ask for more than that. I’m positive.

Dr “And I Love Shopping For Groceries Too” Gerlich

Audio Blog

[smittenvixen13]

For that ask thing you just reblogged. All of them. Answer all the questions from 1 to 30+

Well! Didn't expect that lol, but will do.

what’s your Christmas aesthetic? Somwhere between "Tacky" Christmas (think 90s/early 00s look) and Nature took over inside and you're expecting a reindeer to somehow walk out into the livingroom.

good or naughty? Eh, Good for the most part.

what fictional character would you want to find under the mistletoe? There's a COUPLE but most likely Aizawa from BNHA, or Jason Todd from DC. I am fully aware of my type and know I have no chances lol

reindeers or polar bears? Reindeer, for sure!

opening the presents: Christmas Eve or Christmas morning? Counter! Midnight! We used to always open presents at midnight between Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, our parents would send us to bed around 8, of course we didn't sleep, and we'd be woken up around midnight, and then all 20-ish of us (more if people could travel) would go one by one and open presents all at once. We still keep the tradition going as much as we can, but we don't mind picking a day or doing both days and seeing the same people twice. Both sides of the family (dad and mom) would both come, my parents go lucky that the in-laws loved each other, and we all get together/visit one another whenever we want. it pays that all of us live in the same city.

what’s your favourite Christmas movie? I'm actually a sucker for those old school stop-motion movies like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, The Year without a Santa Clause, etc. I also love How the Grinch Stole Christmas (both versions, not with Benedict Cumbersalad) too! But one I haven't seen in FOREVER is The Life and Adventures of Santa Clause (2000s version), been a hot minute since I watched that on Disney Channel.

favourite Brooklyn Nine-Nine Christmas episode? I sadly never got into Brooklyn Nine-Nine :(((

what’s your favourite holiday/winter fics tropé? I think Snowed in alone together is a nice one, so long as no one creates angst there >.>

playing in the snow or drinking hot cocoa by the fire? Drinking Hot Cocoa by the fire! I have a fireplace in the den and whenever I can, I like to sit by it and just vibe.

who do you relate to the most, the Grinch or Buddy the Elf? Buddy the Elf, but make me go to the mall and the Grinch shall appear. I get all my shopping done in October.

knitted sweater or knitted scarf? Knitted Sweater! I can't do scarfs too much because i end up getting bugged by them, but I love sweaters!

what’s your favourite Holiday song? "My Grown Up Christmas Wish" sung by Kelly Clarkson. Always manages to make me cry but I do love it.

fairy lights or neon signs? Fairy Lights.

do you have any particular Holiday tradition in your family? Mostly that midnight one I mentioned in the earlier questions. Oh! And my Maternal Grandmother has an old baby Jesus doll from Mexico (actually 2, but we use the bigger one). We place the doll (made out of clay or ceramic i think, but I can't recall, it's painted over) gently on a blanket, lift it up, and we sing him to sleep as we gently rock the blanket back and forth. Once he's "rocked to sleep" each of us will kiss his forehead to wish him a good night, before he's placed in the 'manger'.

hot cocoa or hot cider? Hot Cocoa!

Michael Bublé or Mariah Carrey? Imma have to go with Michael, I'm happy Mariah got her bag but c'MON, It's too much by now.

do you celebrate Christmas? I do! I'm no longer a practicing Catholic and honor more Yuletide events instead, but I love to celebrate Christmas too, it's what i've known for a long time.

snowed in with your crush: yay or nay? Yay, but I currently don't have any haha, wish me luck in the wilds that are dating apps!

Christmas rom-coms or Christmas children movies? Christmas Children Movies, Rom-coms can be over done and too cheesy for my tastes, and I have a couple Xmas hallmark movies I like.

you’ve been visited by the Ghost of Christmas Past, the Ghost of Christmas Present and the Ghost of Christmas future. What did you find out? I found out that I can't allow my fear of the unknown to hold me back, it's sadly a truth i learned late in life. But I am learning.

spending Christmas with the whole family or just with your so? (hint: it can be your pet) With my family, again, not dating ATM, but I am getting some cute catches.

what’s the first thing that pops into your mind when you think about Christmas? The scent of pine. I love that smell and can get VERY addicted to wearing all those candles to nubs just to enjoy it.

Gingerbread or cookies? Gingerbread, they can have a bit of a bite to them and that's honestly very appealing to me. I can't handle too much sweet.

what’s a good book to read during the holidays? Whatever you like, honestly! I'm looking up my old Jr. High books from almost (oooof) fifteen years ago! I really loved "The Goblin Wood" though! It's by Hilari Bell.

Skiing or Ice-skating? Neither, my ass is not balanced enough to not eat snow/ice. I WILL break something.

where and would you spend the winter ideally? Ideally it would be in the UK, honestly, I'm planning go next year! But only for the beginning of December. I can't imagine a Christmas without my family, no matter how chaotic and loud we all get. (I'll have to answer the rest after I post this!)

[lovecolibri]

Eddie the man that almost trust nobody, who married because his gf was pregnant and whose last gf gave him a panic attack will randomly date, like kr shows the world how you absolutely don't know the characters in your show

RIGHT?! Like, what about this quiet, private, man who says he loves spending his free time hanging out with his son because he genuinely loves and misses him while he's at work, makes you think he actually wants to waste time casually dating around? That kind of thing isn't for everyone! Buck was out hooking up all the time but he was also clearly looking for a deeper connection, just in all the wrong places. But he's an extroverted people person! He loves meeting new people and talking to strangers and learning things about them! Eddie is...not. Can you imagine this man on a date with someone like Veronica? Better yet, can you imagine technophobe Eddie signing up for DATING APPS?! And meeting random women? Eddie "maybe you should go home first" Diaz? Eddie "someone though this lady was my son's mom/my wife and I had a fucking panic attack" Diaz? Eddie "this (playing video games with his son and Buck) is my kind of therapy" Diaz? Please. Be serious.

It might be fine! It might be a background montage! It might just be heard about in a firefam conversation! It might lead to him deciding it's not for him! But right now, it just sounds SO stupid. I thought Buck was on the one in the "year of yes" agreeing to dumb shit not Eddie. (Though again, Buck's issue has never been not saying yes, it's been not saying NO and getting himself into Situations because he lacks boundaries but again, that would require KR to understand anything about his character besides how hot he is and how much she wants her self-inserts to get in his pants.)

Whoooo boy, you caught Tipsy Me who apparently had more salt stored up than realized. Anyway, good luck to all of us, and we all know the REAL date is happening with Buck and Eddie at the poker table anyway. Everyone else can, as Ryan said, KICK ROCKS.

[little-mouse-bed]

I'm just gonna vent here. I'm feeling down and lonely and sad. Been swiping on the dating apps and not having any luck. Feel like I can't say what I really want because I'm a super weirdo. I'm married but we are poly, and I don't think my partner knows how hard it is for married poly men to get attention.

My partner and I always wanted kids together but they are having a hysterectomy cause periods are becoming way too traumatic and nothing helps, and their other health problems make it probably too difficult. I want them to have a good life and make the right health choice, but I fell for them partly because they were a great mom and loved their kid so completely.

They are relatively ok with age play but don't really get into it. After having a mommy for years, it is so, so hard to ageplay with them and still feel alone.

I wish it wasn't so strange to just say, "Seeking a big titty mommydom who wants to have babies with me and my partner."

It doesn't help that I can be kinda superficial. My wants in a partner are all over the place. I want a conventionally beautiful, petite, classy, femme girl with huge plastic titties. A tough goth mommy who can manhandle me. A cute subby baby girl that I can dote on and spoil who likes being a good girl. Someone I can trust and feel safe relying upon, but is also unpredictable and wild. Someone who'd induce and lactate for me.

My first wife was a loving mommydom and my whole world. I was too young and dealing with serious psychological abuse at work, she had bpd, and things fell apart.

My current partner identified as a straight woman when we got together but now identifies as a queer enby. That's not what I signed up for, but I care about them and love them.

I realized though that I "married my mother" both times. Disabling mental health issues, medical problems, overweight and difficulty with self care. Emotionally distant or hard to read. I felt like they needed me to help them.

I'm turning 40 and I'm afraid I won't ever (or ever again) get to experience a lot of things I want terribly. I just survive each day waiting for my next paycheck with no real hope for the future. I've never been with a woman under 35. I love love love high femme women who like makeup and heels, but both my partners have kinda hated that femme stuff, after the newness wore off and they didn't care as much about what I think. 90% of the dating profiles I come across are older than me, have several kids and don't want more, don't want kids at all, think anything femme is patriarchy, or are not remotely attractive to me. I got one match that seemed interesting but she didn't seem to like me enough to keep talking.

The few things I'm truly happy about in my life are my awesome stepkid, my absolutely adorable baby niece, and that I'm finally fixing my relationship with my father. We're closer than we've been since I was 11 and I feel like that was something I missed dearly.

I just want someone to love me and take care of me without reservation. I work hard to provide for my family and I come home to make myself dinner and go to bed in the guest room because my partner wants to be up all night. I love them, but I haven't been in love for a long time. I think we all know it. I'm loyal, and even if we are struggling I can't fault them. I just spent every penny in my love bank and keep going deeper into the red.

Anyway, I'm just lonely and sad right now and I don't have anyone to talk to. I don't have a single friend I can talk to about more than the weather and the latest television. I spend all my time at work, caretaking my partner, keeping our house from falling down, or recovering from those. My only escape is singing two nights a week, but even that leaves me exhausted the next day and wondering if it's worth it.

I swear to god I feel better physically than I have since I was 20, but this just makes me feel old inside.

The little mouse I am in my heart is curled up somewhere cold and I can't find him most of the time. I want him back in my life but it just hurts when I try.

[cheaperfly]

CheaperFly: Your Affordable Vacation Guru

Travel, with its promise of adventure, discovery, and new experiences, has always been a dream for many. Yet, the cost of fulfilling these dreams can often be a daunting barrier. Enter CheaperFly, the platform that's transforming the travel industry by making affordable vacations a reality for everyone. In this article, we'll delve into how CheaperFly has earned its reputation as your go-to affordable vacation guru.

The Rise of CheaperFly

CheaperFly is a rising star in the travel industry, and it's not hard to see why. This platform is changing the way people think about travel by making it more accessible, no matter your budget. With a commitment to providing affordable flights and accommodations, CheaperFly is rewriting the rules of the game.

So, what sets CheaperFly apart from the rest? It's all about the features that make your travel experience easier and more cost-effective. Whether you're a seasoned traveler or a newbie, CheaperFly has something to offer everyone.

Finding the Best Deals

One of the core promises of CheaperFly is helping you find the best deals for your vacation. To make the most of this platform, here are some tips:

Flexible Travel Dates:

If you can be flexible with your travel dates, you'll be in for significant savings. CheaperFly's search engine allows you to explore various date options, ensuring you get the best deal.

Bundle and Save:

Consider booking your flights and accommodations together as a package. CheaperFly often offers substantial discounts to travelers who choose this option.

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By signing up for fare alerts and notifications, you'll be among the first to know about price drops for your desired destinations. This proactive approach can save you a substantial amount.

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Using CheaperFly is a breeze, and it's designed to make your travel booking experience smooth and efficient. Here's a step-by-step guide to help you get the best out of the platform:

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Utilize CheaperFly's filters to narrow down your options. You can sort by price, airline, and specific amenities to tailor your travel experience.

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Take your time to compare the available options and ensure you're getting the best value for your money.

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Once you've found the perfect deal, follow the prompts to secure your booking. CheaperFly accepts various payment methods to accommodate your preferences.

Explore Extras:

Don't forget to explore additional services and perks that CheaperFly offers, such as car rentals or tour packages, to enhance your vacation experience.

Real Stories of Savings

But let's not just take our word for it; let's hear from travelers who've been able to save significantly with CheaperFly:

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A Peek into the Future

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Beyond being a booking platform, CheaperFly is a community of like-minded travelers who share the belief that affordable vacations should be within everyone's reach. Join this community and be a part of the affordability revolution in the travel industry.

Conclusion

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[glitterdior]

newsflash newsflash!!! women are people!!!

at the end of the day i’m just a girl who craves to be understood, that’s why i overshare so much online. that’s why i’m extremely silly. that’s why i despise romantic gestures, sexiness or even womanhood. that’s why i wanted to be small all my life, to be a child.

I’ve always been after the feeling of being seen that only a child gets. you’re funny you’re smart you’re kind. you don’t have to be anything else. and i hate that in my soul i have so many good things to give people romantically that maybe are not the standard ones, but they’re still there and they’re important to me.

that’s why i always tend to love my friends so dearly, because to them i can be a funny girl who’s also good looking. and it’s so sad that men can only see you for one thing. 

i care so deeply about everything i do as a person, how i come across, and it never seems to work. all the time and effort i put into my performance, and it still gets misunderstood. 

Is it misogyny? is it society? why am I sought after only if i can be a pretty thing to keep by your side, to lie to and cheat on, to break its little heart.

why am i only an object, not a person. and why do i still feel alone even when i get the attention I seek?

Because that’s not the one i was after. im looking for a specific thing. im expecting you to look into my eyes and see a person, the reflection of the struggles and fights conveyed in the human experience. Relate to my stories, laugh at my jokes, treat me as a human.

So many girls let men walk all over them and i find it so difficult. to fall into such a trap and let a man take control of your feelings and emotions. of your peace.

I’m never going to find love, no one understands me like i do, no one loves me like i do. And it’s not on some im not like other girls shit bc i’m pretty sure almost every girl in the world feels the same.

But they stay with mean people who treat them poorly. my mom is an example of that. I’m so scared of intimacy that i ignore and reject any sign of it bc i’m terrified that my life is going to be like hers.

So many women in the world stay with horrible people bc they’re scared of being alone. i’m scared of being alone.

that’s why i have fucking dating apps and shit but idk it’s not the same.

it always feels like a stab in your heart when it comes from someone you thought was chill. Wtf do men want 

imagine girls did the shit they do 

that’s why i’m so mean all the time, i put walls up and decorate them with sarcasm and bitterness so people don’t bother me. yet they always do.

maybe it’s because i have a brother, and i have a reference on how people treat you when they see you as one of them. as a complicated person who fights with you all the time but still cares about you. someone who’s never called me pretty. only smart, funny, an asshole, an idiot, a nuisance, the greatest person in the world, the worst person in the world.

Friends get to see me maybe as a 80% of what i am, i always keep a little bit of myself with me, bc i’m scared they’ll do what i hate the most. That’s why i’m also good friends with girls. bc they get my struggle. and that’s why a compliment for a girl is more valuable than anything a man has to say.

they always try to change me, to make me into what they think i am. i always try to see them as who they are, to understand them. I know they’re incapable of change, why don’t they get it too???

After all this my life makes a lot more sense i guess. i always hurt people and try to fix them. but when someone hurts me i just disappear and heal myself

I’ve always been alone, and that has given me so much time to think. i know myself so well, i fall into pits of deep reflection, i come out having analyzed so many aspects of my being.

i know i’m mean, i know i’m difficult, i’m careless, i care too much, i lie. 

i don’t think i like anything that has to do with love bc it’s so unfamiliar to me. 

this is basically the song hot girls we have problems too, we’re just like you!!! except we’re hot