#my vacation is nearing it's end and ugh

[kawakona]

[rafesslxt]

friends on vacation | mattheo riddle x reader x slytherin squad

mini series pt. 1

summary: you and your friends go on vacation before you start your last year at hogwarts. Let‘s just say it get‘s interesting between you and your best friend Mattheo.

warnings: modern slytherin group, vacation to spain, cursing, making out, touching a little, lap dance, hickeys, kissing pansy as friends in game, english is not my first language

Enzo, Blaise, Draco, Theodore, Mattheo, Pansy and me. We all sat together at my house around a big round table. My parents and I had a big house in New York, living there when the wizard world got a little too much.

It wasn‘t the first time that I had all of my friends over, we were inseparable. Everybody knew. So after a few years I showed them a little of my second world, leaving them no choice but to like it. Just like me, they liked to escape our world sometimes, leaving all the monsters and unicorns behind for some relaxing. Just like now.

"So.. where do we wanna go, huh?" Theodore asked into the round, lightning his cigarette.

"Why don‘t we think about what kind of vacation we want first?" I said, taking my Ipad in front of me and opening my vacation apps. " Please somewhere near the beach. I wanna tan and we‘re around the forest and mountains all the time in Hogwarts." Pansy said, stretching her legs over Draco‘s and Blaise‘s laps who were sitting on my garden couch.

"Yeah I agree, If I see one more forest I‘m gonna die." Blaise joins the conversation with a dramatic sigh at the end.

Mattheo and Draco teased each other at the meantime like little kids, throwing their cherry pits at each other.

"What about Italy? There‘s beach and sun." Enzo asks, sitting on the grass beneath us, playing with my dog. "Nah, I already live there that‘s no vacation for me." Theo answers, shaking his head and blowing out some smoke while speaking.

"I have an idea! Spain is beautiful and it‘s really hot there too, perfect to tan. I was there a few years ago with my parents. And the flight from there back to Hogwarts isn‘t that long. 2-3 hours I think." I suggested and looked around the table, all eyes on me now.

"Where exactly in Spain?" Mattheo asks me, sitting right next to me on a second couch, throwing a pit at Draco again. " Alicante is a great vacation spot. Lots of palms, beach, great fruits and sun. You guys will love it." I smile, already looking for flights for the next days.

"Sounds fine to me." Enzo shrugs, smiling up at me while the rest of our group joins in with "great idea" and some "let‘s do this".

2 days later

" Oh my god its beautiful! " Pansy says, stunned at the apartment I booked for us. "Wow, what a view. You really did a great job y/n." Blaise agrees.

The apartment has indeed a beautiful view, you can see the ocean right in front of us even tho it‘s night, you could see it because of all the lights from the little shops and restaurants along the ocean.

"Soo I booked this apartment with the balcony, 3 bathrooms which should be enough for us and 5 bedrooms. Pansy and Draco will share due obvious reasons." I started looking at them. "Also a kitchen so we can.. i din‘t know, have breakfast or have some snacks if everything is closed at night. And this big fat living room we‘re standing in."

" Blaise is right, you really did a great job at that." Mattheo grins, standing right next to me and looking around the living room.

We all settled in and unpacked our things. Pansy and I marked the biggest bathroom with our makeup and skincare stuff so the boys directly knew its our territory.

"Hey guys Theodore and I are going to a store, getting some groceries." Enzo shouted trough the apartment before walking outside the door with Theo.

"Pansy and me are showering!" I shouted so they‘d know what we‘re up to.

Mattheo and Draco looked at each other, before storming off the couch and sprinting to our bathroom only to realise the door was already locked. "Ugh."

I laughed at them together with Pansy as I shook my head. I took off my makeup as Pansy already got in the shower. "Mattheo is so smitten by you it‘s obvious." She laughs, shampooing her hair.

"You know we‘re just friends, Pansy." I say, cheekly smiling. Mattheo and I are best friends since first grade. All of us got friends real quick. Mattheo and Draco knew each other because the Malfoy‘s raised him for Voldemort. Pansy got a crush on Draco and didn‘t leave his side. Pansy and I had to share a dorm in Hogwarts which made us best friends too really fast. I met Enzo at my first class as he was my partner for the whole year. Blaise met Draco in the common room as they battled for the coolest broom. That‘s how we kind of found our way to each other and I wouldn‘t want to change it for a second.

"Yeah but he looks at you different as he looks at me for example." she answers. "Yeah because you‘re with Draco and he would chop Mattheo‘s dick off!" I laugh before joining her in the shower.

"No y/n, because he likes you a little more than just friends do. And hey I‘m not saying he loves you but all I‘m saying is that there is a little spark between the two of you."

Mattheo and I liked to flirt with each other a lot but we never really did something about it because we‘re just friends. And we just like to flirt for fun. Thats it. I think..

As we were ready we put on some clothes and walked outside the bathroom, our hair still wet from the shower. Pansy sat next to Draco, putting her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her. I had to smile at them, they always made me smile no matter what they did. Draco always acted cold towards eveyone around him, besides from his friends of course, we are like family. But he acted really warm around her which made me happy for both of them.

I sat down between Blaise and Mattheo, making myself comfortable laying my legs over Blaise his lap and my head on Mattheo‘s tigh. "Why am I always getting your girls legs?" Blaise complains with a little smile on his face. "Oh shut up you love my legs." I say winking at him which just made him laugh and shaking his head.

A few seconds later I felt a hand in my hair, massaging my scalp which made me purr a little. "Like that?" Mattheo asks, grinning down at me. "You know I do, Matty." I sigh, closing my eyes and enjoying his touch. "Your hair smells really good when it‘s wet. What is it, peach?" he asks me and lowers his head a little bit to my hair. " Oh so my hair only smells good when it‘s wet? But yes, it is peach indeed." Mattheo chuckles at my answer. "No it always smells great. It just smells more intense when it‘s wet."

Suddenly I heard a gagging noice which made me lift my head and see Blaise fake gagging. "Can you two take a room?"

"You‘re just jelous because you‘re alone." Draco snickers from the side, stroking Pansy‘s back. I laugh at his comment before I get a death glare from Blaise.

We all get interrupted by our phone‘s ringing. I take mine out if my pocket just like the rest did and saw a notification from our group chat. Yes, I made them get a phone a year ago but they all only used it between the holidays. Never in Hogwarts. But I did and I also made everyone of them an instagram account a while ago but Theo, he only joined this week.

Theodore: Yo guys we‘re on our way with all the groceries get ready for some drinks! And aye y/n this app you showed me is fuuuull of hot girl why didn‘t you show me sooner dude! *picture attached*

I laugh at his message just like the others do and answer him.

Y/N: I told you but you didn‘t want to join! 😤 I‘m getting the glasses 👀

As i send the message i stand up and walk towards the kitchen to get some glasses and shot glasses. "I‘m gonna help." Mattheo speaks as he stands up from his spot and follows me.

As I grab some glasses from a shelf above me, I feel his presence behind me. "Are you smelling my hair again?" "Yeah it‘s kind of addicting." He admits and kisses the top of my head before he grabs some glasses too and brings them back to the living room and sets them on the table in front of the couch.

I turn on the tv and switched to netflix putting on some random show for some background noises. Just in time Theo and Enzo came trough the door with bags full of alcohol and some food. "Hey guys, just put it on the table, glasses are ready."

"Yo Y/n we got something for you." "What is it?" I wondered as Theo pulled out a big bowl of fruits, handing them over to me with the words "here principessa, you talked the whole fucking flight about the food and especially the fruits here."

"Oh thank you thank you!" I hugged them both tightly and opened the bowl exited to eat some fruits right away. As the first piece of melon hit my tounge I moaned dramatic, sitting back down on the couch. "Ugh I love it so much. Here guys, try some fruits."

They all laughed at my behavior and took some fruits out if the bowl. "Wow these are really good." Blaise nodded, eating a piece of pineapple.

I took out a strawberry and put it to the half into my mouth, slightly sucking on it as I looked over to Mattheo, holding the bowl out to him as he was the only one who didn‘t take some.

He sat down to my left and took the other half of my strawberry, eating it while looking into my eyes. My cheeks flushed a light color of pink and I had to look away which made him smile.

"Come on guys let‘s drink something." Draco says standing up and taking the first bottle, looking towards me. "What‘s that? Jim Bean. There‘s an green apple on it, does it taste like that?"

"Uh- a little bit, it‘s strong alcohol like firewhiskey but with a hint of green apple." i tell him.

"Sounds fire." he says and pours something into our glasses, mixing it with Coke. We all took one, cheered and took our first sip. "And? You like it?“ i ask Draco with a smug face on my face. "Yeah i like this muggle stuff more and more." We all laugh at that and continue drinking and chatting, also planning a little bit what we‘re gonna do the next few days.

A few hours later we are all drunk, sitting on the couch and on the floor, but all around the table, playing uno. It was only Pansy against Blaise, the rest of us already lost. Blaise lay‘s down a wish card, seeing Pansy has only left 1 card. He thinks for a sec and says "blue" before Pansy springs up happy and dancing, throwing her blue card on the table. " Uno! ha!" Blaise groans in annoyance and lets himself fall back onto the couch.

"Let‘s play something more interesting guys!" Pansy suggests." Somethink like.. never have I ever or.. truth or dare!"

"Truth or Dare!" I giggle, taking an empty bottle from the ground. " I have a perfect app for this guys! It‘s called piccolo." I took out my phone and put all of our names into it so it could give us our first quest.

Draco and Enzo tell us about your most embarrassing story ever.

We all look at them, waiting for them to tell. Enzo tells us how his pants ripped at a date and Draco claims nothing embarrassing has ever happened to him but Pansy tells us how he sneezed into her face at the first dinner with her parents.

Theodore, choose someone‘s glass at the table and drink it all.

Theo groans and try‘s to take the glass with the least drink in it and chooses Mattheo‘s who has a little less in it then mine.

Mattheo, fill up your glass again.

Now Mattheo‘s the one who groans and does as the phone tells him to.

Y/n, choose your left or right for a at least 10 second kiss.

My eyes widen as I look to my left and see Mattheo grinning and to my right Pansy. "Sorry Mattheo." I giggle as i turn to my right and look at Pansy. She has to giggle too and comes near my face.

"Damn boys am I dreaming or are you seeing the same thing I do?" Theodore asks as he gawks at us.

"Shut up and be quiet!" Draco hisses and looks at us too. "Let‘s give them a show." Pansy giggles and pulls me closer. Our lips meet and I can‘t help but smile against her lips.

"Shit.." i hear Enzo whispering. She giggled against my lips as she hears him too and as the 10 seconds are up we seperate and look around us. They all look at us with big eyes and drooling mouths. "God what is it with boys that they find it so hot when teo girls are making out." Pansy asks.

As I lean back into my spot, Mattheo leans right next to me, his lips beside my ear as he whispers inside it "i don‘t know if i should be jelous or lucky to see something like that." My cheeks heat up again but I try to hide it with rolling my eyes and answering " you‘re a little pervert, mattheo." But I still have to laugh.

"And they‘re gone." I hear Blaise saying, which makes me look at them again to see the last bit of Draco and Pansy before they leave the living room and stumble kissing inside of their shared room.

I shake my head chuckling, Theo shouting "Use condoms my kids!"

Enzo, choose someone to drink against you, loser has to do the cleaning.

Enzo looks around the room and grins at me. "Oh my god why.." i half laugh and half whine as I take my glass and start drinking as fast as I can but Enzo is way faster and smashes his glass back down onto the table it almost broke. "Ha! yes!" Enzo celebrates.

Theodore, choose someone in this round and give them an interesting task.

Theo thinks for a moment before his lips curl up into a devilish smile. "Y/n.. " he starts "choose someone of us to give a lapdance to."

My face heats up at his words and my mind starts to think who to choose as I stand up to walk over to Theodore, but a pair of hands grip my hips and pull me into their matching lap. "Don‘t you dare pick someone else than me little peach." mattheo‘s deep voice echoes in my ear.

I look over to Blaise and tell him to put on a song for me. "Damn she really is gonna give him one." Enzo chuckles as he watches me standing up again in front of Mattheo.

Blaise puts on a song which comes out of the music boxes beside us.

I take a deep breath in and out, hoping not to embarrass myself in my drunken state.

I take his hand and leat him to an empty arm chair besides the couch.

I start slowly circling the chair, my finger gazing his shoulder and his chest as the music starts. When I stand behind him I grap his hair and softly pull on it so his head throws back. I arch my back and lower down a bit until i tease him with brushing my lips against the skin of his neck, making him shivers in his seat. I get back up and walk around the chair again, still touching his arm softly.

When I stand in front of him I put my foot on his chair between his spread legs, slowly tracing it with my own fingers. I know how much he loves me legs, he always told me. That was the real reason why Blaise always got the legs. Because I wanted to tease Mattheo.

I saw him gulping and his hands twitching as he trys not to touch my leg. I take my leg back to the ground and arch my back again, pushing his legs together and sitting on his lap in one smooth motion.

I hear the boys whistle at my move and I have to hide a smile. I slowly start to grind on his left tight, after a minute on his right but not with too much pressure, always just brushing and gazing touch.

I looked at Mattheo, him biting his lower lip and looking down at my hips grinding. I stand up again, turn around and bend over with an arched back, shaking my ass.

After that I took a few steps towards him but still with my back to him and sat down on his lap this time, leaning my back against him and slithering one arm around his neck so his head was at my shoulder. I started grinding my hips slowly but this time with more pressure. "And you wanted to do that on one of them?" Mattheo whispers in my ear, laying his hands on my moving hips.

Without answering him I stood up as the song was over. They all cheered and clapped their hands together which made me laugh and blush. I sat back down on the couch looking over to Mattheo who stood up, his hands hanging in front of his crotch.

He walked over to me, sitting beside me with a little frown to his face which made me gulp. "What‘s wrong?" I asked him quietly so the rest wouldnt hear, even tho they were already distracted by something new. "Nothing." he mumbled and looked at the still running tv. "Come on tell me, we‘re best friends. I can see somethings wrong."

Then he looks at me with sharp eyes, taking my hand and putting it on his lap. "Does this feel like nothing to you, y/n?" he asks with a low voice, my eyes going wide as I felt him hard in his pants, because of.. me?

Without even thinking I grabbed him trough his pants, making his eyes go wide. At first he looked at the boys, then at me. "Y/n.. " "Mattheo.."

Suddenly he grabs my shirt pulling me towards him and crashes his lips against mine. This time my eyes go wide as I feel his lips against mine. They feel soft and full, tasting like the apple whiskey we drank all night long. His hands roam over my body, feeling almost every inch of me.

I lick his bottom lip before I let him explore my mouth with his tounge. "Fuck you taste so fucking good." he breathes against my lips.

My hand is still on his lap, feeling almost paralyzed as i didn‘t move out of fear what would happen next If I continue. But I could feel how much harder he got from our little makeout session.

"Mattheo.. we have to stop." I whisper against his lips, my forehead against his. "But it feels so good.." "I know it does, but we will regret it If we don‘t stop, okay?" He groans and takes me by my hips, pulling me on top of him.

"Y/n, please. I beg you. Just make out a little more with me, I need this." he slurrs, obviously still as drunk as I am. That‘s why I blame my next decision on the alcohol.

My hands grab his shirt and I pull him even closer to me, brushing my lips against his. "Tomorrow we‘re normal friends again okay? Nothings going to be awkward or different, because we just make out a little.. like friends do, helping each other just to ease a little. Promise me." the words come out as a whisper and he nodds, agreeing to them. ".. I promise."

Desperately he closes the space between us, taking my lips in for a heated kiss again. My hands were on his hair, slightly pulling on some strands. "Do that again.." he groans. I pull again and a strangled moan leaves his lips making me shiver on him.

He arches his back a little, bucking his hips against mine. He shudders when my hips move back against his, still sitting on his lap.

"What are you even doing to me, Peach – huh?" I hear him say before he traces down an invisible path down my neck, leaving light and wet kissed.

– thats all I remember before waking up in my bed in the morning with my head hurting like hell. I groan and try to get up, wanting to take a shower. It sounds like the rest is still asleep so I walk into mine and Pansy‘s bathroom, taking off my clothes to get into the shower. With one last turn I see myself in the mirror, my eyes widen. What the fuck.

I had a hickey right between my breasts and one on my collorbone but it was really small and almost bot noticeable. Who was - shit Mattheo.

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yoo 2 posts in less than 24h ?? Crazyy

this is going to be a mini series. 🫶🏻 inspired by my vacation 2 weeks ago to Barcelona 🇪🇸

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xoxo Sarah <3

[jornami]

Nanami Kento does not FaceTime. Well, not until he meets you.

“Why do you need to see me?” he asks. “When we’re on the phone, I’m just doing random household chores or paperwork.”

“Thats exactly why! You look so handsome when you’re washing dishes and folding laundry,” you insist.

He scoffs at your statement, but it’s genuine; he always looks so handsome. It’s not enough to convince him though.

“You don’t wanna see my pretty face while we talk?” you pout.

There it is.

“Fine,” he sighs.

You two begin to FaceTime regularly. His phone propped up on the paperweight on his desk or on the paper towel holder while he cooks. You always get a great view of him. Him of you…not so much. You have a tendency to set your phone down or turn the camera to show him something then forget to turn it back.

“You’re not holding up your end of the bargain,” he says, not looking up from the cucumber he’s cutting.

“Huh?”

“I can’t see your face,” he says.

“You’re cutting a cucumber!” you protest, “All your attention needs to be on the knife in your hand.”

He sets his knife and cutting board to the side, and does that thing where he looks at you over his glasses.

“I’m washing it right now,” you say.

“And?”

Ugh. You grab your phone with sudsy hands and position it in the medicine cabinet so he can get a nice side view of your soap-covered face.

“Better?” you ask, not looking away from the mirror.

“Much,” he says.

You can hear the smug smile in his voice.

~

During one of your evening FaceTime calls, you’re away for work. You show him the hotel your company put you in. With your back camera, you give him a walk through.

“And look!” you say, walking into the bathroom. “This shower is so nice and the water pressure is amazing. And there’s a tv in here!!”

The adoration in his eyes is not meant for the marble bathroom tile you’re currently showing him, but for you. He takes great pleasure in your excitement.

“Very nice, sweetheart,” he speaks softly and smiles at you. “Anything else you want to show me?”

Your enthusiastic “yes!” makes him chuckle. You walk out onto the balcony. A picturesque view of a beach fills his screen.

“Isn’t it amazing?” you awe.

“Mhmm,” he agrees. “But not as pretty as you.”

You flip your camera not so he can see your pretty face, but rather the apathetic look casted on it by his cheesiness.

“Corny,” you say.

“I know,” he concedes. “But I got to look at you, so no real loss for me.”

You roll your eyes, but when you look out to the water again your annoyance is quelled.

“Seriously, Kento,” you say. “We should come here on vacation sometime. It’s beautiful.”

The camera is on you, but you’re looking at the water, mesmerized. You look so serene, so content. The afternoon sun bathing you in gold. Cheesy as it may be, you really are more beautiful than any beach.

“What’s the name of the hotel?” he asks.

He writes it down so he can research after you two hang up.

~

He’s washing dishes. He’s washing dishes and you’re riled up. Shameful. But not really because any human with eyes would be if they could see how your boyfriend looks. Dish towel thrown over his shoulder, sleeves rolled up, tie lazily draped around his neck, blond hair messy, belt…well it’s buckled, but if you were there it wouldn’t be.

You’re staring at him, but your mind is somewhere else.

“Hello? Earth to, ____?” he pulls you out of your trance.

“Huh? I’m sorry,” you say.

“Everything okay?” he asks.

“Yeah.” you almost leave it at that, but last minute decide to tack on, “Just thinking about all the things I wanna do to you when I see you.”

“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow. “Tell me more.”

“Well it’s still coming to me, but something something blindfolding you with your tie something something tying your hands above your head,” you pause. “I think ice cubes were in there somewhere.”

Your boldness never ceases to amaze him, but he’s gotten better at hiding it.

“Is this something you’d be interested in realizing in the near future?” he asks, ever the wordsmith even when he’s horny.

“Mhmm,”

“Why don’t you come over tonight?” he suggests. “I just washed all my ties.”

“Mmm…no,” you shrug. “I’m getting drinks with some friends tonight.”

His laugh translates into “you’re such a tease.”

“Plus, I need more time to make my plan of attack,” you say. "You'll appreciate me being well prepared."

"I'm sure I will," he says.

"I gotta go get dressed now," you say when you see the time. "Talk to you soon."

"Love you," he says.

"Love you too."

[my-my-my]

👉🏻👈🏻

Can I get something for Shinji or Sosuke from before TBTP arc?

With a lieutenant reader (from another squad)

Tagging @imaginingbleach since this was your request! I'm glad you asked this because I've had an idea tinkering in my head about a Aizen/Reader/Shinji concept!

TW: alcohol, oral, this gets NSFW near the end but isn't really smutty.

You let a sigh of relief as the warm, soothing water of the hot springs washed over your exhausted body. It was that time of the year where your squad and another would be temporarily relieved of duties, to “boost morale.” To you, this was a long-winded way of saying “mandatory vacation.” Unfortunately, only two squads at a time would get this vacation, and Head Captain Yamamoto would decide where these squads would go. To no one’s surprise, he selected an onsen retreat, and your squad along with Squad 5, would be on vacation.

Your mind drifted further and further away as you relaxed in the hot spring. You decided to take a later dip compared to the rest of your seated members who went in earlier. You could hear them faintly playing games a few rooms away, but for now, you were enjoying the silence.

You jolted up as you heard a loud voice, “Oi, Sosuke – don’t be fuckin’ weird and wear your glasses in the hot spring.”

Oh it’s Captain Hirako and Lieutenant Aizen you relaxed again, hoping the rest of their conversation wouldn’t be as loud. You wanted to enjoy the silence for a bit longer.

“I don’t know why you would think that, Captain. It’d be hard to see with them on.” Lieutenant Aizen said in a monotone voice.

“You’re pretty fuckin’ weird Sosuke. Don’t know what you’re thinkin’ in that head of yours.” Captain Hirako said in a pointed tone. Ugh you thought to yourself, can they not fight tonight? You had heard rumours that sometimes Captain Hirako and Lieutenant Aizen butted heads, but if this was it…

It was so childish?!

“You’re one to tal-“

But before their fight could drag on, you peered over the divider and shushed them. “Please keep your voices down! It’s already late.”

Captain Hirako grumbled an apology, but this was the first time your saw Lieutenant Aizen without his glasses. He gave you a pointed glare. You were taken aback by how sharp his eyes were. “Our apologies, Lieutenant. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” Lieutenant Aizen said, with a soft tone even though his voice did not match the intense glare he gave you.

You slid back down to your spot in the spring and leaned back, closing your eyes to enjoy the warmth again… until you heard grumbling and harsh whispers on the other side of the divider.

It was already so late, what could they be fighting about at this hour?

“Is there a problem?” You asked through the divider.

“Don’t worry about it, Lieutenant.” Captain Hirako said in a dismissive tone, glaring at Lieutenant Aizen.

“Well you two have been grumbling about something since you came in, so is there a problem?” You asked, not wanting to hear any more of their inane bickering.

“It doesn’t concern you, Lieutenant.” Aizen said in a sharp tone.

“It does concern me if I have to hear about it when I’m trying to enjoy my vacation!” You harshly whispered, not wanting to draw attention from your respective squads.

Lieutenant Aizen sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, and you thought you heard Captain Hirako mumble out, “this is your fuckin’ fault, Sosuke.”

Aizen sighed, keeping his eyes closed, “If you must know, my captain seems keen on blowing our squad’s vacation budget on a ridiculous karaoke device.”

Aside from the gentle waves of the hot springs, there was silence between the three of you.

“…Are you serious?” You asked. This was one of the most ridiculous things you’ve heard.

“Sosuke, you just don’t get it! A night of relaxing, sipping nice sake, everyone on their merry way, why not sing our hearts out?” Captain Hirako explained, as if he was trying to sway your opinion.

“That does sound nice Captain, but I don’t understand why you’re insistent on the device that is out of our budget.” Aizen said, in a matter-of-fact tone.

Still behind the divider, you sighed, “do either of you like to sing to begin with?”

At the same time, both of them said “no.”

You let a loud, exasperated sigh, “then why are you two bothering yourselves with this!?”

“Lieutenant Aizen over here says I can’t sing for shit.” Captain Hirako said, glaring at Lieutenant Aizen.

“Well, you can’t sir. I’ve heard what you’ve called singing, and I don’t want to subject our squad to that.” Liueteant Aizen said, trying to end the conversation.

You quickly wrapped a towel around yourself as soon as you heard rustling and realized Captain Hirako left the springs. You saw him peer over the divider, trying see if you were still there.

“Lieutenant, why don’t you humour us and be the judge of it.” Captain Hirako asked, grinning at you.

You heard more rustling and noticed Lieutenant Aizen’s silhouette through the divider.

You didn’t really have any other plans for the evening, so why not humour the Troublesome Duo?

“Sure.”

Captain Hirako secured a private room for the three of you, as you poured him a chilled bottle of sake as a gift for his hospitality. Lieutenant Aizen went to procure the infamous karaoke device from the onsen hosts.

You never really spoke to Captain Hirako much, he always seemed a bit busy trying to defend himself from Lieutenant Hiyori Sarugaki’s pranks. From what you knew from other squad members, he was relatively approachable, but most members preferred reaching out to Lieutenant Aizen first.

Lieutenant Aizen hadn’t arrived at the room yet, and you felt the awkward silence grow between you and Captain Hirako. “Are you enjoying your vacation, Captain?” You asked, trying to make small talk.

Captain Hirako propped his face in his hand as he stared out the window, boredom glazing his face. “It’s alright. Head Captain Yamamoto doesn’t like to think outside the box that much though.”

You laughed, “I agree. It would be nice for a different kind of vacation. Is it wrong of me to assume, that Lieutenant Aizen and you agree on that matter?”

Captain Hirako gave you a small smile, “yeah, somethin’ like that.”

“I don’t mean to pry, so please excuse my rudeness, but do you two always argue like that?” You internally winced at the question, wondering if you were drinking too much sake too quickly.

Captain Hirako remained unphased, “we have some good days, and some bad days. Tonight, believe it or not, was a good day.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from grimacing, “you call this good?”

Captain Hirako shrugged, and sipped his sake, watching the night sky through the window.

You heard gentle taps on the sliding door frame, as Lieutenant Aizen entered. You never noticed how big he was. His presence was largely felt in the room.

“I negotiated for one hour of singing, Captain.” Lieutenant Aizen explained, as he began to set up the karaoke device. “If you,” he said, pointing towards you, “don’t like his singing. Then I’m not getting him this device for our squad dinner tomorrow.”

He is taking this a bit too seriously. You thought, taking a large gulp of sake. Once the device was ready, Captain Hirako stood in front of you two, tapping the device to find a song to his liking.

Lieutenant Aizen tapped your shoulder, gesturing to the sake bottled. Although moments ago you told yourself to stop drinking for the night, now you wanted to have fun and enjoy your vacation. The sake was incredibly smooth too. You brought your cup towards him and noticed how slender and long Lieutenant Aizen’s fingers were.

He really is handsome… but too serious. You thought to yourself, your cheeks warming to the thought of him.

But before your mind could wander, Captain Hirako began his song. You were expecting something outrageous but… it wasn’t bad?

Maybe not the best singer, but he could keep a decent tune.

“I like this song, Captain Hirako.” You smiled at him, bringing your cup towards him as a cheer. “I think your squad will like this too.”

Captain Hirako kept singing, some songs were better than others, which you and Lieutenant Aizen pointed out. The hour was nearing its end, and you realized how close you were to Liuetenant Aizen, as you leaned into his arm.

Surprisingly, he didn’t pull away from you, if anything, brought you closer to him.

You couldn’t help but smile when you realized how close you were to him, so many people would kill to be where I am right now.

You weren’t sure if it was the sake (you had stopped drinking after Captain Hirako’s third song), or the moonlight filling the room, but even Captain Hirako looked a bit different. You noticed how luxurious his hair looked, and the toned body under his yukata.

But something else also dawned on you, “you two haven’t fought during this whole hour.” You said, amazed at the two of them.

Captain Hirako smirked, “well will ya look at that? Maybe you’re our lucky charm. What do you think, Sosuke?”

You let out a gasp as Lieutenant Aizen brought you into his lap, your back towards him. “She certainly knows how to keep you from making rash decisions, Captain.” To which Captain Hirako laughed.

“Have you two… done this before?” You asked, sensing an air of familiarity, as you felt Lieutenant Aizen’s hands roam your body. He gently turned your head and gave you gentle kiss on your lips, startling you. Gentle kisses became more intense until you pulled away from him, with both of your faces slightly flushed.

“Eh…” Captain Hirako said, kneeling down in front of you. Guiding your face towards him. “Sometimes. Only when we’re in a ‘good’ mood. Although I’m the better companion” Captain Hirako chuckled, running his thumb over your kiss swollen lips.

“That’s not what Lady Sayuri said last time.” Lieutenant Aizen murmured, as he began to untie your yukata. You could feel Lieutenant Aizen’s erection growing.

Captain Hirako brought his face close to yours, nipping at your ear. Lieutenant Aizen’s light touches roamed your body, grazing your breasts over so slightly. A soft moan escaped your lips as he began to pinch your nipples. You felt Lieutenant Aizen’s breath against your other ear, “maybe you can judge which one of us you prefer”.

You nodded your head, watching in a trance as Captain Hirako peeled your yukata and undergarments off your body.

You couldn’t help but smile watching Captain Hirako lower himself on to you. You watched him with half lidded eyes as you felt his tongue give a swift lick to your sensitive clit.

 This vacation was sure to be the best one yet.

FIN

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From Completely Different Worlds - William Nylander

Previous parts 1 2 3 In continuation of @misshoneyimhome's birthday celebration, here is Part 4 of The Sweden Chapter.

A/N - I found out I am very much a "discovery writer" in that basically, more and more ideas pop into my little head as I go. What I do know is that this is not the end, and there will be a Part 5. I had some interactions with a couple of readers that William needs to feel a little more "uneasy" (jealous) because Loren does indeed have other options. So, I tried to take a more nuanced approach in this part and then we'll see a little more of that in the next part. Poor William. *edit - to the anon that sent in ask re: outfits for Loren, it is covered in the next part.

Like the last part, this is 11k words - but I hope it's an easy read that it doesn't feel like it's long and drawn out.

Notes and Warnings - goes without saying - profanity, smut (basic p in v, oral - m & f receiving). I think that's it.

18+ only please.

The second Loren stepped onto the street outside of William's place, she felt a palpable energy that surrounded her and filled her senses. If she was totally uninhibited, there was no telling what Loren would do to expel that electric feeling. She literally felt like she could defy the laws of gravity and float to wherever William was taking her.

As he was back in Toronto, William made for an excellent tour guide in Stockholm. He was enamored with his city and it wasn't hard to understand why. In many ways, William embodied the best of what the Scandinavian metropolis had to offer. Stockholm was dazzling and vibrant. Calm one minute and lively the next. A rich and deep history mixed with a contemporary urban flair.

Loren was overwhelmed. She had longed to travel for many years but never had the time or the funds to make it happen. After facing near financial ruin once her ex was long gone, Loren started a Pinterest board of mainly sunny beach destinations as inspiration to save money. Places that she felt she would enjoy traveling to alone. Although Loren had many friends, after a number of years, her former travel partners had paired off, gotten married, and started families. She had embraced being alone, so the idea of vacationing alone as well seemed to suit her perfectly.

Now, Stockholm was kicking her little Pinterest board's ass.

If she thought nothing could outdo the scenery, she was sorely mistaken after she took her first bite at breakfast. The food was extraordinary and it appeared as though William had ordered literally the entire menu. Everything was fresh and healthy, with every color in all the food groups accounted for many times over.

The only thing more astounding than the food itself was how much William could pack away. Loren giggled as William leaned back, legs splayed, and rubbed his stomach that was looking less taut and more round than usual.

As they talked about the plan for the remainder of the day, the owner, who obviously knew William fairly well, approached their booth. William and Anton spoke animatedly in Swedish before William turned to Loren to introduce her. Anton asked how she liked the food and if William left anything for her. She teased that she had to arm-wrestle William for a bite here and there - she of course followed up by saying the whole meal was phenomenal. Promising to make her something special if she returned, Anton bowed to Loren and mockingly rubbed his abdomen to tease William before leaving to greet other patrons.

"You going to be okay to stand, or am I gonna have to carry you out?" Loren smirked.

"Ugh—I'm too full… carry me please…"

Loren shook her head and smiled. "You're such a charmer… wait—we need the bill, don't we?"

"No, everything's free in Stockholm," William chuckled. "Don't worry about it."

Loren flashed a warning glance towards him. "What about the tip?"

William leaned in closer to Loren. "Mmmm—say that again… about the tip…"

Loren raised her eyebrow and smiled coyly. "Something something… big tip—something…"

Despite the urge to kiss her, William tended to avoid public displays of affection. In the age of cell phones and trying to protect privacy, he had to. William settled for a quick but intense eye fuck with Loren instead as they strolled out the door.

William's itinerary for Loren's first full day was mostly relaxed. Nothing was on a specific timeframe and was as chill and easygoing as William himself.

Walking off the mammoth breakfast William just indulged in, they took their time, meandering along the sidewalk as William talked about the subtle and not-so-subtle cultural differences between Sweden and North America. He laughed when Loren admitted that she had long held the idea that all of Scandinavia had learned how to live life right versus the other countries to the south.

With an open invitation to come for the afternoon at the family lake house, William and Loren piled into his SUV for the 40-plus minute drive to pick up his beloved dogs and relax in the sun by the water.

As they drove, William wasn't sure if he had ever seen someone so enthralled by everything. He didn't think Loren was sheltered or hadn't seen a thing or two, but her natural curiosity was so endearing to him. Every highway sign she saw, Loren would take a picture of it, try to say the name phonetically, and then William would help her if needed. That's how the whole drive was spent—listening to and correcting Loren's pronunciation while Post Malone and The Weeknd played in the background.

As they pulled into the laneway at the Nylander’s, William almost wished the drive was longer. Loren managed to make the routine drive to the lake so entertaining in the most basic of ways. Where William was already in a fantastic mood, she managed to elevate it even further.

William had barely stepped out of the car when the dogs came barreling up to him, promptly swarming Loren right after. Camilla waved from the porch, greeting Loren with a hug before embracing her son.

As it approached 1:00 PM, the combination of the massive breakfast and the drive to the lake had completely sapped William's energy. Suddenly, he could barely keep his eyes open.

Camilla looked at William and chuckled at his wilting appearance. "Poor boy… did you both want to have a nap?"

"I'm a little too excited about being here still—but William, did you want to go ahead?"

William nodded and yawned, calling for the dogs. Standing behind Loren, he placed his hands on her shoulders, pulled her back a smidge, and gave her a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Camilla's eyes sparkled as she looked at Loren. "Here darling, you and I can sit outside at the back… I'm so happy you can keep me company."

William shuffled away but called back towards his mom. "Where's Dad?"

"We just found there's an issue with the water pressure, so he's down there looking at the water line."

"Oh—shit, that sucks," William commented mid-yawn as he entered his bedroom. "Ok boys, let's go…."

Camilla ushered Loren into the kitchen. "Would you like a glass of wine? I have a bottle of chardonnay that I was just about to open."

"If you're having a glass, I'd love one, thank you."

Camilla and Loren chatted as two glasses were poured half-full. Camilla clinked Loren's glass and said "Skål," and Loren reciprocated with a cheery smile.

The ladies settled into a comfortable spot on the west-facing deck. The day had been warm, but a cool, generous breeze from the north was an indicator that autumn would soon be upon them.

As it had been from the point Camilla and Loren first met, their conversation flowed so easily. It was very much like Loren experienced with William—there was a steady flow of thoughts, ideas, memories, commiserations, and everything else in between.

Camilla first asked about their day and laughed at Loren explaining about the owner of the cafe poking fun at William. Then Loren explained about taking pictures of road signs to learn about certain letter combinations in Swedish and the sounds they make. Camilla was impressed that Loren showed so much interest in learning the language and thought Loren's idea was brilliant.

They talked about family dynamics, Loren's job as a support worker, and her other work as well. Camilla asked about Loren's house, to which she showed Camilla some before and after pictures of her interior painting marathon. William's mother was once again very impressed with the interior, but it was Loren's gardens and planters that really wowed Camilla. Soon the two were wandering around the edges of the deck talking about perennials that would do well in afternoon sun.

Loren looked up and smiled as she saw Michael approach. He embraced Loren and then kissed Camilla on the cheek while a slightly exasperated expression appeared on his face.

"I think it's the foot valve—it's either clogged or damaged or both," Michael said.

Camilla looked at Michael with an air of concern. "So someone… I guess it will need to be you—you'll have to go underwater and try to untie the line to get a better look… oh Michael… that's not good…"

Loren listened to William's parents' exchange—the sum total of it was that neither Camilla nor Michael particularly wanted to wade out in water that had never felt warm all summer and was becoming excessively colder as the days wore on.

Loren had a lot of experience in this department. Having spent many a summer at her family's cottage that was shared across her father's side, Loren and her cousins were expected to help out when repairs of anything were required. It's where she learned every swear word in both English and French, and quietly practiced them to herself from about the age of three. That was among her first memories. Whether it was a snowmobile or boat engine roaring, if her tiny voice could be drowned out by a long loud sound, Loren happily rhymed off shit, fuck, asshole, prick, dick, cunt —and any combination thereof. It was her little secret with herself.

“If you'd like - I would love to help - I have my bathing suit here as well….just to even get a look at the valve itself and see what’s happening with it?”

Camilla ‘tsked appreciatively with Loren’s offer. “Oh Loren - no, we can’t have you doing that… you’re William’s guest - but thank you though. Plus, the water is very, very cold…”

“Our cottage lake never quite warms up either…I’m honestly used to it, and I kind of love doing stuff like this. I promise though - I won’t press, but I would honestly love to help.”

Michael smiled at Loren, visibly impressed. He wasn’t sure if any of his six children would offer to help, no offense to them. Michael looked toward Camilla and then the house. “Well my love, we need water….let’s just see what’s happening first and then we’ll figure out what to do.” He turned to Loren and asked if she was sure she wanted to get in the frigid lake.

“I’ve been actually dying to get in there - I’ll go get changed. Would you have a snorkel mask so maybe I can take a look at it underwater?”

Michael’s expression was a mix of surprise and growing admiration. “Yes, absolutely…just come down to the boat house once you’ve changed and we’ll size it up for you.”

Camilla looked back toward Loren with an air of gratitude. “Loren - you’re sure about this? We have some bottled water to get us through…”

Loren smiled and convinced Camilla that she was more than okay with doing this. Camilla gave her a quick hug and said she would get her a towel and they’d walk down together.

In the tote bag that Loren still brought everywhere with her, she fished out her two piece green bathing suit and tip toed down the hall, past William’s bedroom and straight into the bathroom next door. She didn’t want to risk waking William up by changing in his room.

Once changed, she tip toed back but Banksy caught sight of her and leapt off the bed to join Loren, followed by the family’s black toy poodle. With the pups in tow, Loren slipped out the sliding glass doors and rejoined Camilla on the deck.

As they walked towards the boathouse, Camilla seemed trepidatious about Loren venturing into the water but reminded herself that Loren was a grown woman. If she was able to help, even just a little bit, it would be deeply appreciated.

With the snorkel mask adjusted and sitting perched atop her head, Loren waded into the water. They weren't exaggerating - it was fucking freezing. She gasped as the chill enveloped her hips, waist, and then chest. Michael and Camilla stood by wincing, knowing the temperature under the surface was uncomfortably cold.

Michael called out to Loren. "Pretty chilly, isn't it? Are you doing okay?"

Loren's teeth were gnashed together as she turned towards William's parents. "Ummm… I think I'm either numb or getting used to it… not sure," she chuckled.

"If it gets to be too much, please come out… we can deal with it another way," Camilla called to her.

Michael leaned towards Camilla and said in Swedish, "My sweet, this is the only way—let's hope she only has to go in once."

Loren spit in the mask, rubbed it over the interior of the glass, and then rinsed it off in the water as Camilla, Michael, and the dogs watched in anticipation. She positioned and adjusted the mask so it formed a seal protecting her eyes and nose.

She submerged herself and swam under the surface to take a look at what had happened to the water line to affect the pressure.

Meanwhile, back inside, William woke up to Pablo whining at the sliding doors in the main room. He got out of bed, rubbed his eyes, and padded slowly towards Pablo, who was wagging his tail excitedly at the door.

After he let Pablo out, he saw his golden doodle join the group of onlookers standing on the walkway towards the floating dock. He was thoroughly confused and still groggy after not getting a full two-hour nap, which was oftentimes, his minimum requirement.

The air was more chilled than what he remembered it being when they first arrived, so William grabbed a nearby hoodie and started walking down towards the water.

As he approached the walkway, he remained totally baffled as he watched his parents watching Loren as her head popped up above the surface, and then her diving back under after reporting her findings.

Camilla looked over to see William's perplexed expression. She smiled at him as she stood with her arms crossed watching Loren tread water while still peering under the surface.

"What is she doing? Dad—it's freezing… why is she in there?"

Michael simply said, "She's a big help. She offered to see what's going on with the foot valve since we lost water pressure in the house."

William shook his head. "She offered? God—she's nuts…."

Michael chuckled. "This really is a big help… I sure didn't want to have to do it. She says the rope the water line was tied to came undone and the valve was at the bottom sucking in sand."

William watched as Loren dove underneath the water again, her round ass making a split-second appearance before she propelled herself toward the bottom of the lake.

As she resurfaced, she spotted William and smiled as best she could, given the mask gave her duck lips.

She peeled off the mask, which left a prominent red line where the rubber had adhered to her face. "Don't you dare make fun of me…," Loren teasingly warned William.

"Is it cold in there?" he asked sheepishly, knowing full well that it was.

"I'm tough… I've gotten used to it." That might have been true, but Loren was starting to feel the chill in her bones.

Loren asked Michael if he had a 5-gallon bucket, a drill, and some duct tape. He had all three readily accessible, and he and Camilla hurried off to retrieve the items, leaving William with the dogs watching Loren.

"Can I help with something?" William called to her.

Loren waded over to the walkway near where William was standing. The wind had picked up and had a little more of a northerly bite to it. She tried not to shiver, but her teeth chattered involuntarily with the exposure to the outside air.

William knelt down to greet her with a kiss. When he pressed his lips against hers, he recoiled quickly. "Loren—you're freezing—you gotta get out of there…"

"The air's way cooler than the water, but yeah, it's getting a little chilly," Loren said as her body shuddered. "We're going to need some rocks to put into the bottom of the pail. Something like those ones over there."

William jogged over to the other side of the ramp and grabbed a medium-sized rock, holding it up for Loren to approve. She smiled and nodded, then swam back over to the water line.

Michael had a sense of what Loren had in mind and he wished he had thought of it sooner. He drilled an entry and exit point into the top of the bucket, and he and Loren fished the line through the bucket, holding it in place with duct tape. Then the stones William gathered were added to the bucket, which was then submerged a number of feet offshore. It was simple to make, easy to put in place, and flawlessly effective once the water line spat out the trapped air and sand with the newly elevated pressure.

Once Loren emerged from the lake, Camilla was quick to wrap a thick bath sheet around her as they walked back to the main cottage. Loren was shivering uncontrollably but tried to get everyone to stop fussing over her. Loren kept saying she was fine, she just needed to warm up a little.

Michael suggested that she head to the sauna to really warm herself up after initially thawing her body in a warm shower. To Loren, that sounded heavenly.

William got the outdoor shower going for her. The Nylanders had an amazing wellness setup not far from the water—an outdoor shower, which William proudly reminded Loren was only working because of her, a 10-person hot tub, a cold tub, and then a beautiful cedar Swedish sauna.

Loren had already showered that morning, but the purpose now was not for cleanliness. Her teeth wouldn't stop chattering and her body still shivered uncontrollably. She was cautious and remained modestly in her bathing suit in the shower, until William reappeared with a thick robe for her to put on after the sauna. He added that his parents had gone into town to grab a few things so they'd be alone for a little while. He motioned to her bathing suit and said, "That needs to come off too," before he headed into the quaint wood sauna.

Loren stripped off her bathing suit, wrung out the excess water, and laid it over the edge of the enclosure to dry. Turning off the water, she twisted her long hair, watching it drip from the ends, wrapped a towel around her, and slowly opened the door to the sauna.

William was naked—his back reclined against the upper bench, his head tilted back and eyes closed, and legs parted. Loren's gaze immediately fixed on his flaccid penis. As always, the sight made her mouth water and her throat tighten. She felt an involuntary clench deep within her, knowing how well his cock fills her up when it's awake.

The dry heat was one half of the perfect antidote to help chase the lingering chill she felt from the water. The other half of that antidote was William. Still beautifully tanned, the defined ridges in his shoulders, arms, chest, and quads glistened with sweat under the soft lights.

William raised his head slightly, opened one eye to look at Loren. "You need to be all the way nude… lose the towel," he smirked.

Loren knew she had two choices—either defy William and keep the towel on, or hang it up next to the robe he brought and try to look sexy and not trip or stumble.

She unfastened the towel where she had it tucked in between the valley of her breasts. Right before the towel dropped, she held onto one corner and pinned it against her chest so that she was still a little concealed.

William chuckled at her. "You're not still shy about me seeing you naked, are you?"

Despite William's appreciation for confidence in a woman, there was something about Loren's bashful and humble nature that he found intensely arousing.

Managing to avoid slipping or tripping or doing a faceplant of any kind, Loren quickly draped the towel over the slats of the upper wooden bench just behind William, and sat elegantly with her legs crossed. In response to his question about her still feeling shy, Loren jokingly retorted, "Have we met?"

He turned his head to look up at Loren. "What're you doing all the way up there? You don't want to sit beside me?" He reached back with the arm closest to Loren and began to caress the back of her calf. A dainty gold anklet glimmered on her slender ankle.

"I like the view from here," Loren remarked softly and suggestively.

William continued to stroke the skin along the back of her leg. In the gravelly voice that's like music to her, he purred, "Why look when you can touch…"

Loren chuckled and reclined her head back against the cedar wall, trying to think of a good response. "Because sometimes the most gorgeous things in the world should be left undisturbed."

William's throat tightened with desire from her words.

He stood and ladled more water over the scalding rocks before turning back towards Loren. He knelt in front of her, motioning for her legs to open so he could slide in between them.

The heat from the sauna had only elicited a light layer of sweat over both bodies, but the temperature inside was climbing rapidly as they began kissing. Loren slid forward slightly, her lips and tongue coaxing moans from William's mouth. She wrapped her arms around the base of his neck as William gripped her ass hard, pulling her further towards him, even though there wasn't a millimeter between them. He nipped and kissed under her jawline, and when Loren's hands found their way down to his ass cheeks, she pushed his torso tight against her cunt.

Breathless, William slowed his mouth and his hands and leaned his forehead against Loren's neck.

Her hands and fingers smoothed through his hair as she wondered what was going through his mind. Instead, she reveled in his touch as his open palms roamed over her body.

William spoke in a low tone against her collarbone. "I don't want you to ever think that I—just because I don't say the actual words most of the time… I'm not the greatest with that—that I don't think that you are one of the most incredible people I know, Loren."

Loren kissed William's temple as her other hand smoothed up the nape of his neck through the back of his hair. She began to speak, but William interrupted her.

"Don't turn the compliment on to me," William warned playfully. "We're only talking about you."

He tapped her ass for her to raise her bum off the towel. He released his embrace and stood up, draping the towel over the bench he was kneeling on.

William guided her down onto her back, adjusted her rear slightly, and lowered his mouth down to her pussy. Fuck, she felt lucky—this was the second time William went down on her today—it was the reason their shower that morning took as long as it did.

But this version of William in that moment was not the version she experienced this morning. This morning, he was tender as his tongue stroked her clit, while the scruff around his mouth tickled her pussy in the most arousing way.

The William taking her now was far more needy. Within seconds of his mouth latching onto Loren's pussy, he had her thighs pinned, spreading her as wide as possible. His tongue lapped fervently, finding the most sensitive areas around her clit, making Loren's body twist and jolt as she moaned William's name. She realized, too, that they were alone and in a sauna. She didn't have to suppress cries or stifle moans this time.

Loren looked down to see William jerking himself as he tongue-fucked her. She smoothed back his hair, their gazes fixed on each other, before she cried out, arching her back and splaying her one leg to the side. Her cries and moans only fueled William to further intensify his dizzying oral assault on her pussy.

She glanced at him and then at the taut muscles in his arm as he rapidly pumped his cock. She knew that he wanted to fully serve her the best oral pleasure he could, but it became distracting with how much she wanted his cock in her mouth.

Between cries of how amazing he felt, Loren breathlessly asked if she could suck his cock.

She lay panting on the bench, smoothing William's saliva around her pussy while running her fingers up and down her slit. William moved and stood by her, his erect cock in her direct line of sight. Using the upper bench as leverage, William held himself up as he rested one thigh on the bench at the top of Loren's head. She could hardly wait for William to position himself just right. Within seconds, she licked and fondled his balls before putting them in her mouth. William groaned "Fuck, Loren" as she stroked his cock with one hand, slowly rubbed her clit with the other, and lapped at his balls at the same time.

William's hand slid over top of Loren's, taking control of running his middle finger through her folds. Between his saliva and her arousal, his fingers smoothly glided between her inner pussy walls, making Loren's hips rotate from the sensation. She adjusted her body to lie on her side and proceeded to deep throat William's cock, moaning and slurping as he expelled his tasty pre-cum in the back of her mouth.

William looked down at Loren just as she looked up at him as she slid his shaft from her mouth. Strings of saliva stretched from his tip—he nearly went weak in the knees as she gazed upon him and his cock like a gift from God. She gingerly held his member as her tongue found the highly sensitive frenulum.

He gathered up her hair in his fist and slowly moved his cock back and forth in her mouth as her tongue stroked underneath the tip, expressing more of the pre-cum fluids that she couldn't get enough of.

But William had other plans. Loren loved being railed hard, and he was determined to fulfill all of her desires in that moment.

"Loren—fuck… you're gonna make me cum… let me fuck you from behind… and be loud—you can let it all out…"

As beautiful as can be, she licked and kissed the tip of his cock in a show of worship and flashed the most spellbinding smile at William as she stood up and turned around for him.

His arms wrapped around her waist as her back leaned against his chest. They stood for a moment in that spot, just absorbing each other's touch. Soon, one of William's hands was cupping her breast while the other slid between her thighs.

Loren climbed onto the bench, and with William kneeling behind her, he gently bent her over. Loren lowered her upper body further, and with her ass in the air, she spread her legs and stroked her clit in anticipation of William's entry.

"Loren—fuck me—you have no idea how fucking hot you look right now." Biting her bottom lip, Loren glanced over her shoulder towards William. "So do you…" she said, full of desire, as her long hair, still damp from the shower, cascaded over the side of her body.

William kneaded the top of her ass cheek with one hand and held his cock in his other, gliding his tip through Loren's folds. Soon, he entered her. William's cock had a slight curve upward, and the tip rubbed perfectly against Loren's g-spot as he fucked her. Her hands gripped the wooden slats on the bench as William's thrusts became steadily deeper.

His head fell backward and his eyes closed as images of her in the water working alongside his dad filled his mind. He could not recall ever feeling such intense pride towards a girl he brought home before.

The pride—this sensation he felt in that moment—fueled his thrusts as he gripped Loren's hips, plowing her even harder. William gazed at how incredible she looked from behind as she cried out to him and how good his cock felt. Her voice, the sound of their slick skin slapping, watching her stroke herself as he bucked into her—to William, there was no better feeling than in that moment.

Loren hollered a string of profanities as her legs began to shake as she orgasmed. William slid one hand up to her shoulder and kept the other gripping her hip. Loren pushed back into him, allowing him to go just a smidge deeper when she let out a loud guttural shriek as a final climax, while reaching behind her, grappling for William's ass.

William pressed into Loren's cunt further, letting out his own feral grunts. William felt like he was losing his mind a little as his thrusts went into overdrive. Loren was riding the wave of another orgasm, gripping the underside of the bench, her ass and thighs rippling as he drove into her. Soon, William let out groans from deep in his throat, his own legs quaking as he spilled deep into her.

William stayed in position, smoothing the sheen of her back around with his hands. He watched her breathing slow while she moaned incoherent words into her forearm. He slid out of her slowly, his seed slowly seeping out just after his tip exited.

He always reveled at the sight of Loren after she came. She once explained she can hear him speak, but she's suspended in such a deep state of euphoria, she hardly has the will to make any part of her body move. It's almost like a complete separation of mind and body.

William loved knowing that's what he does to her.

The two had been in the sauna for a little longer than one probably should. Once Loren could move again, she gathered her towel, slipped on her robe, and stepped back out into the fresh afternoon air. William remained close behind her, stopping only for a quick dip in the cold tub. Not wanting to advertise the inevitable shrinkage from the cold water, William giggled as he sheepishly asked if Loren could retrieve his shorts before he stood up.

With hours remaining before their dinner plans later that evening, Loren and William settled in on the couch, wrapped around each other as each dog found a spot—Banksy on top of Loren's hip and Pablo nestled between William's legs. They had Tetris'ed themselves snugly together as the four drifted off for a nap.

Just over an hour later, Michael and Camilla returned—the dogs' alert startled William and Loren awake, the two stretching and giving each other a soft kiss before rising from the couch.

As they helped carry in bags from the car, Michael asked if they could stay for dinner. Michael remained so abundantly grateful for Loren's help that day that he felt it was the least he could do.

William smiled at his dad's hopeful expression but before he could decline, Michael quickly remembered they had plans already.

William added, "Maybe in a few days, okay? We can figure out something with whoever's available—"

"I'd like to do something maybe just for the two of you, does that sound alright?" Michael looked towards Loren this time for a response.

"I would love that—I've heard that you're a pretty amazing chef," Loren said warmly as Michael hugged her. "We can bring some wine as well?"

Camilla's eyes danced as she looked at Loren. "You could even stay the night—give us a chance to have some drinks and get to know you more."

Camilla thanked Loren again for all of her help, hugging her tightly.

As they walked out, Michael asked if they used the sauna. The question was directed more towards Loren but William answered "Yes" instead.

Michael smiled. "And—how was it—did it warm you up—relax you?"

Loren blushed as she remembered "relaxing" after her massive climax.

William coolly replied, "It was hot, Dad… and yeah, it was extra relaxing... I think Loren enjoyed it. I know I did."

Cheeky motherfucker… Loren thought as she glanced at William and then at Michael.

Michael read between the lines with William's comment and just laughed and shook his head.

—

Loren was the first one ready for their dinner plans that evening. She was borderline nervous—meeting a handful of William's closest friends is right up there with meeting his family. Even though the Nylanders were warm and welcoming, Isla's scornful gaze during Loren's introduction was undeniably still etched in her memory.

Loren fidgeted with her red sundress as she looked at her reflection in the long mirror in William's bedroom. She was beginning to second-guess and scrutinize her appearance. Her clothes, her shoes—everything—were mainly mass-produced with low-cost materials. She saw how stylish the Nylanders all were; even without trying, they all could easily grace the cover of Vogue.

It was more likely than not that his friends and their girlfriends were equally as stylish and sophisticated, and with that thought, Loren exhaled sharply and dropped her shoulders in frustration and dismay. Her insecurities once again resurfaced, attempting to convince her that his friends would laugh at her discount clothes and shoes—that her hair was too big, wavy, and messy-looking. That she really had no business being there as William's guest.

Loren decided to take a picture and send it to Chelsea, her friend and style guru, hoping she could either say "yay" to the dress or veto it and tell her to change.

Just as Loren took the picture, William walked in fresh from the shower—a towel barely tucked tight enough to stay put around his hips. Loren's eyes trailed to the contour on either side of his torso—"the v"—that acted like a sign pointing straight to his cock. His dark blonde hair flopped in certain spots and stuck straight out in others. To Loren, he looked freakishly perfect every single solitary second of every day, and in that moment, she was horny for him and frustrated with him at the same time.

A sizeable grin spanned his face as his eyes landed on Loren. Instead of reciprocating with her typical sweet smile, she rolled her eyes and scoffed at William.

"You know, William—it's not fucking fair," Loren half-smiled as she slowly shook her head. "Like—c'mon… you walk in with almost nothing on, your hair is perfectly imperfect—you know what? You're so greedy…"

William started to laugh. "Greedy?"

"Yes… really fucking greedy. Your whole family—you all got greedy in the gene pool and didn't leave nearly enough for the rest of us."

William's iconic laugh reverberated in the room. "Wait—hold on… that's a bunch of bullshit… you need to put your glasses on there, Chiquita…"

William sat on the edge of his bed, his legs automatically splayed as he propped himself up on his elbows. He chuckled again when he saw Loren's eyes fall once again to the bump his cock made under the towel. "I don't get it—where's—what's all of this about?"

On top of everything else she was feeling in that moment, she was the most embarrassed about her insecurities. She didn't feel like this all the time, but like mice running rampant, where there's one negative thought, a hundred more seem to follow.

So, she was honest with him.

"First, I'm just second-guessing my outfit—well, my entire appearance really. Second, I really hate showing how insecure I can be sometimes. It's not all day, all the time or anything, but I know it's not the most attractive quality to have... especially around you."

William often struggled to find the right words, but he never saw Loren as insecure. Vulnerable at times, yes, which brought out his protective instincts and kindness. Unbeknownst to Loren, William sometimes felt inadequate compared to her, but he knew that if he could at least comfort and reassure her, it was a good start.

"You know—my first thought is that it's hard to understand how you're not able to just know how fucking gorgeous you are… but then I think if you did, you wouldn't be who you are—which is even more amazing. If that makes any sense?" William pulled her close, his rugged hand cradled the back of her head as he pressed his lips against her hair. He breathed in her light fragrance as he continued to kiss her head. "If you are worried that my friends aren't going to like you because of this or that—they really are not like that. They're almost as nice as you, if you can believe it," William chuckled.

His hands then smoothed down the fabric of the back of her dress, soon slipping underneath the hem. She could feel his burgeoning hard-on as the towel finally unfastened and fell to the floor.

In an instant, William's mouth was latched onto Loren's neck, pressing her up against the wall. She couldn't resist him—she really didn't even try. She turned around so her ass was aligned with his erection. She leaned over slowly and suggestively said, "Here, let me bend over and pick that up—"

Loren soon received the "input" from William that she needed to help calm her worries.

—

William's assessment of his friend group was absolutely accurate. Loren was relieved and grateful that she was instantly welcomed into William's social circle—or at least the particular one that evening. Two of the women at the table, Ingrid and Malin, were the girlfriends of Anders and Erik, who all were at the bar the previous night with William. The third was Lisa, the buoyant, beautiful, and gregarious long-time girlfriend of Rasmus Sandin, William's former roommate and teammate before being traded to Washington.

To break the ice within his friend group, William wanted Loren to share his new favorite story—the tale of her airport security detention. When she had recounted the incident to William's entire family the day before, he was still laughing about it.

As the story went, Loren was "randomly flagged" by flight security, leading to her bags being pulled, scanned, and thoroughly searched. In her large suitcase, she had packed some camera equipment—a tripod, ring light, and other items—which she intended to use for recording interviews with random people against the city's scenic backdrop. The equipment had been carefully wrapped in bubble wrap and then nestled within her clothing. All her paperwork was impeccable, detailing the who, what, where, when, why, and how of her trip. As security rifled through her belongings, they seemed particularly intrigued by the combination of camera equipment and some sexy undergarments that Loren had packed to impress William.

The officers asked the standard questions—did she pack the bag herself, had anyone else had access to her luggage, and so on. Then one officer inquired about the purpose of the videos. Loren was stressed—words in both English and French tumbled around in her head like clothes in a dryer. She blurted out that they were "instructional videos."

The two men exchanged glances, then looked at the lingerie set she'd packed for William, and finally at the camera equipment. “Miss - are the videos pornographic in nature?” The officer who remained silent seemed rather hopeful.

“No! No - they are language tutorials - like teaching how to converse in French,” Loren gasped, her cheeks blazing.

“Are you able to show us?”

Mon dieu (my God) Loren thought to herself, dying inside a little.

She pulled out her phone and showed a more recent post, with her, very much clothed and covered - and not getting railed or giving fellatio.

After only a few seconds, one officer seemed perturbed with the tame, g-rated video and waved her off saying she could go.

William was completely taken with Loren as she animatedly finished telling the story, describing how she had to gather up a lace thong and a bustier and shove them back in her suitcase before running out and meeting William’s mother, no less. Loren explained that later, when she told the full story to his family, Camilla nearly choked on her wine from laughter.

As more stories were shared, an energetic buzz filled the air around the table. The four couples seamlessly blended, their laughter and conversation flowing freely. Loren, with her adaptable nature and engaging personality, found herself quickly embraced by William's tight-knit group of friends—much as she had been with his family.

William and Erik spotted a couple of empty pool tables from where the group sat in the corner of the bar. Soon, wagers were discussed, match-ups were made and friendly-fire chirps were said.

Ingrid and Malin observed Loren closely. Contrary to Isla's portrayal from the previous night, Loren embodied everything Isla had claimed she wasn't. This discrepancy didn't surprise them; Isla's relationship with the truth was often shaky at best. The ladies held their tongues, but they were brimming with curiosity, wondering if Loren was aware of Isla's blatant hostility towards her the night before. While Ingrid and Malin typically avoided gossip, Isla's unprovoked behavior had left them stunned and eager to discuss it. They knew Lisa held strong opinions about Isla's character and were keen to hear her take, which usually swung between witty and scathing.

After the men left the table to venture over to the billiards with full pints of beer in their hands, Ingrid and Malin exchanged glances, topped up Loren's wine, and started treading carefully with the trajectory of their desired conversation.

They first asked Loren basic questions about what she and William did that day, and then worked backwards from there. Loren smiled, knowing the direction Ingrid and Malin wanted to take their chat and suppressed a chuckle. As kind and friendly as all three women had been to Loren, she remained cautious with her words—she told herself to stick with the facts, avoid any personal opinions or any other petty remarks.

It was Ingrid who just cut to the chase with the question of whether Loren heard anything about the night before. And Loren explained what she had been told—which frankly surprised and impressed all three ladies that William had been candid about the situation and did not seem to bypass any major details.

The women were also impressed by Loren's frankness, honesty, and fairness with the complexities of being the object of William's affections. Although it was unspoken, each of the ladies could see how unique Loren was when they compared her against other women that William had spent time with.

Once the Isla conversation was addressed, no one dwelled on any of it.

Malin and Ingrid got up to use the ladies' room and it seemed the two were feeling no pain as they groped their boyfriends' asses as they walked by. Erik didn't seem to mind but Anders, who was trying to take a shot, flinched and sunk the cue ball instead of the solid green one he was aiming for.

Loren and Lisa giggled as Rasmus and William turned to look at them before chirping their friend about the missed shot.

Lisa smiled back towards Loren. "So, you were saying something before about a conversation you and Willy were having… about being out in public?"

Loren nodded. "Just about whether or not we should 'appear' like we are sort of—" Loren struggled to find just the right words to describe their undefined status. "Romantically linked? I guess that's the best way to say it," Loren finally said.

Lisa had known William for a long time through Rasmus' relationship, as William had been Rasmus' roommate on and off, and one of his most trusted friends. She cared for William deeply and, although she didn't always agree with some of his tactics and tendencies, she knew he was a good person at heart. Having had a front-row seat to some of the issues from his past relationships, Lisa understood why William had become incredibly guarded with women in general.

However, Lisa sensed something different in how William and Loren interacted. Though seated diagonally from each other—in an attempt to avoid immediate “guesswork” of who’s with whom by passersby—their connection was very apparent. The way they looked at each other when the other spoke revealed an incredible connection. Lisa didn't just see it; she felt it. She had shared this observation with Rasmus, who wholeheartedly agreed.

"So, you two aren't technically dating, in the traditional sense?" Lisa asked.

Loren looked down at her hands that were folded in her lap. "Well, I think it's a little different for him—people are so invested in the labels…single versus not. So, if someone were to ask him right now, he would say he's single. So, I guess that makes me single too…but it's not how I feel. When I really like someone, that's it for me. I literally don't 'see' anyone else, if you know what I mean."

Lisa nodded. "I do—fully. I felt that way about Rasmus when I first met him."

Loren chuckled and then went quiet. "It feels like a dangerous spot for me to be in though. He has gazillions of women that, whether they're single or not, would kill… or at least maim for him. I'm not trying to compete or anything because I just can't… or maybe it's more that I won't. I wanted to go slow with getting to know each other—somehow be interested yet be relatively detached at the same time. I'm not wanting to rush either because God—his life… just his life alone is dizzying. But the interest out there for him—like, how is any girl - me, or her, her, her…" Loren giggled as she continued to point out any girl in the vicinity of their table, "going to handle that amount of enticement of ‘their man’ from other women?"

Lisa completely understood, as Rasmus, also known as "Sandy," received quite a lot of attention in his own right. "It's a decision you make. And as time goes on, you have to keep making the decision to go left or right. I mean, Sandy isn't anywhere near Willy's popularity, but I will say—he's one of William's closest friends. You would not believe how many women want to go through his friends just for a shot at William. It's… yeah… unbelievable."

Lisa looked over at Sandy, who was already looking back at her. "But I feel supported. Loved. He's good to me, a good person to others. He's my biggest cheerleader," she said wistfully as she winked at her love. Lisa chronicled her own Olympic journey to Loren and all the injuries and accidents she experienced with being an alpine skier. The two continued to bond over Lisa's fearlessness versus Loren's absolute fear of heights—mainly falling from them.

Malin and Ingrid returned from the ladies' room, but came back from a different direction from where the washrooms were. In tow, a tall, good-looking man with a tray of shots arrived.

Loren thought she recognized him, but couldn't place from where. Lisa jumped up and gave him a hug, and just as Malin started introducing Loren, the name "Emil!" was shouted from the billiard tables.

The group of men all came rushing up, causing a bit of a comical scene—given that their fourth pint had kicked in. They laughed and talked excitedly in Swedish as the women laughed along.

While Isla's harsh assertion that Loren would struggle to understand Swedish conversations was unkind, there was some truth to it. But Loren actually didn't mind anyway. Just watching the warm and vibrant exchange, especially William's, was entertaining enough for her.

Emil saw Loren and immediately was taken aback by her exquisite features. Knowing everyone's relationship status in their group, it was automatic that he realized Loren was with William.

He selected the only shot glass that wasn't dripping over the sides and approached Loren, offering her the shot. They introduced themselves and cheered "Skål" just as William slid next to Loren, gently placing his hand on the small of her back. The three talked about how Loren had almost crossed paths with Emil in Toronto, as Emil had stayed at William's during the playoffs after Loren had returned home.

As the night progressed, Loren and the three girlfriends were perched at a tall bar table, watching the billiard playoff rounds: William versus Rasmus and Erik versus Anders. Emil, having had an off-night, had been eliminated in the first round of pool.

Finding a spot next to Loren, Emil struck up an easy conversation. They chatted about her impressions of Stockholm and William's performance as a tour guide. Emil also offered his own recommendations for favorite places to visit and things to do in and around the city.

Emil found Loren warm, funny, and charming—a stark contrast to his earlier date that evening. That encounter had felt doomed from the start, lacking any spark in conversation, common interests, or chemistry.

Chemistry is exactly what he was feeling now with Loren. Besides that, he was awestruck by - well, everything about her.

Emil and Loren both laughed as they watched William and Rasmus chirp each other mercilessly. Erik and Anders' game wasn't nearly as rowdy—the noise from William and Rasmus continually interrupted their concentration. Soon, the two tables were facetiously hurling Swedish insults at one another. Malin, Lisa, and Ingrid joined in with their own comments, eliciting raucous laughter from the group.

Emil chuckled with the repartee and did his best to translate the banter for Loren. Her eyes sparkled as she witnessed the how close William’s friends were with one another, and laughed at the cutting but amusing remarks being exchanged.

William looked over at Loren and Emil. Although Loren had been watching William’s game closely, Emil was telling her a longer story about the how’s and where’s everyone first met. Initially, he was happy to see his long-time friend keeping Loren company, realizing that he himself had not really been by to check on her for awhile.

As he waiting for Rasmus to take his shot, William’s glance bounced between the pool table and the bar table where Emil seemed to be quite riveted with whatever Loren was talking about. The longer William looked, the more unnerved he felt.

Loren took a sip of her drink and, as she looked up, her eyes met William's. She winked and flashed him a bright smile. William gestured, asking if she was okay—she nodded yes and returned the question. He glanced at the pool table, then at Rasmus, and finally back to Loren, indicating he wasn't doing well.

Loren feigned a slight pouty face and mouth the word “sorry” followed by another beautiful smile.

Emil smiled faintly at the exchange. He couldn't believe his misfortune that Loren was William's whatever-interest. William had already given Emil a sense of who Loren was during his Toronto visit, describing her as gorgeous, kind, among other things. But now, meeting her in person, Emil felt as if the universe was playing a cruel joke on him because she was so much more.

The final round pitted William against Erik, with William emerging victorious in record time. He claimed it was his first win against any of the guys. As Emil retreated to the other side of the group, William approached Loren. He leaned in close, declaring her his good luck charm. Loren caught a whiff of beer, realizing William was likely half-cut by now. As he ran his hand up her back, he asked if she enjoyed herself and if she'd be ready to leave soon.

Malin called over to Loren asking if she wanted to come to the ladies room with them - she had an idea for another fun night and wanted to talk while she peed.

Loren touched William's arm and said she's ready to go anytime after her conference in the restroom. He watched her admiringly as she glided across the floor and disappeared around the corner.

William was definitely feeling more drunk than not and was feeling a certain stirring in his cock, despite having Loren three times already that day. He didn't even realize the smirk he had on his face when he joined his friends standing around the high-top table.

With William’s overt attraction for Loren on full display, his friends hurled out some good-natured jabs, followed by some genuine compliments about Loren, to which William enthusiastically affirmed.

Only Emil remained quiet. That is, until he didn't.

He started to shake his head indignantly. “You don't fuck around with this one, Willy. She's already more than what you deserve, given how long you've strung her along for.”

As their mouths fell open, Rasmus and the other men quietly watched as the blue squiggly vein by William’s temple seem to pulsate with Emil's remark.

“You barely even acknowledged her - at least since I've been here. Just because you can fuck any girl that even so much as looks at you, the good ones - great ones even - are ALL expendable to you. Loren - she fucking was there for you, man…she looked after you - cleaned up after you, fed you - sucked your dick. She's an 12 out of 10 at least and all you're gonna do is rope her in with your bullshit and then fuck around on her once you've got her locked in.” Emil drank back the rest of his beer, threw down a bill in the middle of the table and walked out.

William looked around at the stunned faces around the table and then followed Emil outside. The fresh air and the sting of the words one of his closest friend just hurled at him helped sober him up a little.

Emil leaned up against the outside wall of the bar, looking across the street, and then down at the sidewalk.

William approached him. “Bro - what the fuck was that?”

Emil started shaking his head and clenching his jaw. “Sorry, man - I had a rough night I guess. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.” He thought for a moment. “Loren seems really amazing though. Good for you bro - glad you got her here for a visit. She gets to see the ‘real’ William Nylander.”

William knew the tone of Emil’s last remark but left it alone. “So this is more about Loren - dude…what the fuck, man…”

“No - not just about her - maybe it has nothing to do with her specifically. Meeting her just triggered something.” Emil slid down the wall into a squat. “It’s just - I’m fucking ready. I’m so ready to get the girl - the woman - who I’m meant to be with. To get the fuck on with life. You know how many dates I’ve been on lately - fuck me, dude…it’s fucking hard to find someone that I’m attracted to - and not just in the physical sense.”

William looked long and hard at his friend. He was pissed with Emil’s words but once again, they stung because there were threads of truth interwoven in them. “Emil - look, I know it seems easier for me, but it’s not…it might actually be worse. To know that they want me for me. Not for the money or status.”

Emil shook his head again. “But you’ve got that - in there - with HER. Wake the fuck up - you need to either cut her loose so she can start getting past the months you’ve strung her along or - “

“Fuck sakes Emil - I’m not stringing her along…. Jesus, what the fuck, bro. I care for her - a lot - and you know that. Look - I have to take things at a pace that I’m comfortable with…..this is a big thing for me too.”

Emil thought for a moment and his expression relaxed. “So - she’s not your girlfriend?”

William cocked his head to the side. He didn’t like where this was going. “Technically, no - she’s not.”

“So she’s here with you now, what happens when she leaves to go back to Toronto, and you’re still here? Are you dating in that situation?”

William bit the inside of his lip and thought about how to answer. “She just got here - and we’ll have to talk about it.”

“So depending on what you decide, she’ll either be available or not?”

William started to respond that it was Loren’s decision too but his voice trailed off, knowing that was not entirely accurate. “That will all be between her and I both - the two of us,” William said calmly, trying to emphasize this has nothing to do with Emil and he needs to butt out.

Emil looked at his long-time friend and shook his head, before turning on his heel and walking away.

“Hey - Emil…c’mon man…,” William called after him.

The only response William heard was “Greedy bastard” as Emil turned the corner.

That was twice William had been called greedy in the past 12 hours; however, only one was a joke.

William hung his head and then looked down the empty street before turning to go back inside. He and Emil had always been solid, but William got the feeling there had been resentments looming for a while. Poor Loren just happened to be the catalyst.

All four ladies had returned and congregated around the adjoining table. No one the wiser about the friction between William and Emil.

William stood close behind Loren, murmuring softly in her ear if she was good to leave. His hands circling around her waist then clasping together around her abdomen took her by surprise, but she sure wasn't complaining.

The ladies made tentative plans to visit a nightclub where Malin's friend would be DJing later that week. The men nodded and shrugged in agreement. It was a familiar, amicable exchange—the guys typically golfed during the day and escorted their girlfriends for a night out. This well-oiled routine helped maintain a peacefulness in their close circle of friends.

Loren and William said their goodbyes, exchanged hugs with their friends, and stepped outside to meet their Uber.

William tried to push his discussion with Emil aside and focus on Loren instead. He rested his hand on her knee, asking what she thought of everyone she'd met. He reveled in her smile as she talked about the personalities of the women she’d met, and even his male friends too. William pulled her in and she rested her head on his collarbone while he absentmindedly ran his finger along a small scar at the top of her kneecap. As unsettling as the conversation with Emil was, Loren’s mere presence

Try as he might, Emil and their heated exchanged remained a prominent thought in his mind. William thought about talking to Loren, wondering if she truly felt that he was stringing her along.

William pushed aside his thoughts as the Uber pulled up to his building. Once inside, he enveloped Loren in his arms, drawing her close and gently caressing her cheek with his lips. It was unbelievable to him at how, in just two days, there had already been two dramas centered around Loren—neither of which she had instigated.

William peppered her neck with kisses - the sensation from both his mouth and his mustache made Loren squeal as she gripped onto his body. His hands roamed, landing on her ass under her dress and giving both of her cheek an affectionate squeeze while he kissed down along her neck.

William finally pulled himself away - walking the dogs with blue balls did not seem enjoyable. Loren watched William change, offering to come with him. He gazed apologetically at her and asked if it would be okay if he went alone. He explained that some things had been mentioned to him by one of his friends and he needed time to mull it over. Loren did press for further clarification, she always assumed if William wanted to give details, he would. Before walking out the door, William pulled her in once more and told her he could hardly wait to join her in bed.

As the dogs lead William along their normal route, he decided to call Emil with the hopes that calmer heads might prevail. William reminded himself to ease into the conversation and to not jump in starting with “what the fuck.”

Emil was cordial initially when he answered, but then he softened as the two friends spoke. He apologized to William for some of the things he said, but he admits that other points he had made, he stood by - which William thought was fair.

“Look - I know it’s me…I know I’m the one that has all of this shit going on about finding “that” girl. I just wasn’t expecting to have the reaction I did when I met Loren - I know you told me all about her but fuck, she’s really something,” Emil said.

William nodded. “Yeah, she really is. She’s like good to the core.”

“So then I don’t get it - fuck, why can’t you just take the plunge…ask her if she wants to get more serious with you?” Emil chuckled “’Cause I swear dude, if she gave me a second look, I’m not hesitating…”

“Jesus dude - like I said - I can’t… I won’t rush this. It’s really not her that I’m worried about - this is me making sure I’m ready to go the distance with anyone. She’s the closest I have ever come to feeling that I can totally commit to someone, but I gotta do this in the way I feel comfortable.”

Emil paused. “Yeah, ok…I get it. Does she know that?”

William pressed his lips together, still tasting Loren’s lip gloss that transferred to his moustache. “I don’t think so - probably not. But I have something planned just for the two of us. I need us to just be completely alone with her and from there, we’ll figure it out.”

“She must be pretty fucking patient to deal with your wide array of shit,” Emil chuckled.

“Ha - yeah, she is. But she’s been through her own shit so I think she’s just as cautious as I am. She actually told me after her last boyfriend fucked her over, that was it - she preferred to be alone. But you know I’m so fucking adorable, she made an exception for me,” William laughed.

Emil lightly scoffed. “Whatever - maybe back in your boy band, fuck boy era… now, you’re all wide and hairy…you’re getting old, man…”

William just laughed. “I’m back at my building and Loren’s probably waiting so - we good?”

“Yeah - all good. Just let me know if something happens and she ends up being available, and I’ll - “

William started to laugh. “Fuck off dude…”

Emil continued “Hey - I won’t hesitate to - “

“Jesus bro - go jerk off or something…”

Emil paused “I’m not saying I already have but -”

“Okay - alright - don’t fucking need to know. See ya’ bro - talk soon…”

William chuckled as he slid his phone back in his pocket. The dogs immediately saw Loren curled up under a blanket on the couch when they walked through the door. He heard her muffled giggles as the dog’s onslaught of affection towards Loren ensued.

After a few minutes, William pulled Loren tightly to his body - they were both tired and ready for sleep. Loren found her favourite spot against his chest and stroked his back, drifting towards slumber.

Loren was somewhere between barely conscious and deep sleep, when she thought she heard William kissing her head and saying, just above a whisper “So amazing. Please be patient with me.”

[emelinstriker]

Wukong ♢ 'Vacation'

Heads up, I haven't seen the sleep bug episode, or any other season than 4 in general, in a while and just remember the general plot moment of the episode. Also the moment of MK trying to get in contact with Monkey King while flexing his new abilities.

All's based in an AU anyway so we shall strife away from the canon timeline- whoo :D

I just know Monkey King doesn't fully return till like the end of season 2, so this shall have major timeskips-

♢ ~ Angst ~ ♢

"Sun Wukong! Where are you?!", your slightly irritated voice rang from behind some trees as you moved past some foliage, looking for your monkey boyfriend. He was supposed to train MK today and you wanted to pay a visit to Flower Fruit Mountain, but then you caught MK training on his own as his mentor was nowhere in sight.

MK told you that Monkey King decided to take a sudden vacation and that he apparently sent you a message just minutes prior. You didn't notice the message however as you were busy trying to get the sleep bug game notification off your phone. It didn't work, so you ended up just turning off your phone so you could deal with it later at home.

But the fact that he outright left not only you but also the kid like that was quite upsetting.

Knowing the stone monkey, he didn't actually immediately leave. He was probably still somewhere on Flower Fruit Mountain to collect everything he would need just in case while being away. And it seems you were right on the money. You found the Monkey King packing up some leftover things that weren't behind the waterfall or near his and MK's designated training area. The items seemed to not be for a relaxing vacation to be honest.

"Wukong! Why are you going on vacation out of the blue?!" You asked as you approached him with quick steps.

He froze, his tail stiffening for just a second to let you know you startled him. The monkey quickly turned to look at you rather nervously. "A-Ah h-hey heeey, peaches! Wh- Well, what a surprise to see you all the way out here!"

"Mhm. Same to you", you started, glaring at him, "But don't avoid the question. You should be all the way on the other side of the forest and training your successor right now, y'know?"

He waved his hand dismissively, "He's got the basics down and knows how to train himself. I did train for the most part on my own as well. He'll be fine. Besides, it's not like I'll be gone forever. I'll be checking in from time to time." Then he continued to pack two more items.

You were still quite mad at him despite the explanation. "But why are you going on vacation right now and without me?"

That seemed to catch his attention, but not in the way you expected. The simian's ears seemed to twitch a little at your words, but he refused to look at you as he packed another item.

"Listen (Y/N), I simply need to get away and be alone for a while. I'll be visiting some people I know from the past. I'd love to have you on another vacation, just... not this one." His tail lowered itself until it was tucked between his legs. That didn't stop you from feeling left out of yet another mini-adventure. It was far from the first time he insisted on you staying behind due to you being a regular human with nothing more than verbal strength.

This time was no different as you noticed that whatever he had planned, the seriousness in his voice told you enough that wherever he was heading to was not a simple vacation. But that was even more of a reason to at least tell you where he was going!

You clenched your fists in frustration. "Can't you just tell me what's wrong? It's not like you to be this secretive! I know you're off to doing something alone again because of whatever bits of a hero complex you have left, but-" "I can't tell you, okay?!" He snapped back, finally turning to you with the snarl of a feral monkey, catching you off-guard.

"Ugh, that's why I need a vacation right about now too! Gods, you're so pushy in moments like these, I just need a break!"

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes at his words, but you turned around quickly enough so he wouldn't see. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and keep your voice from cracking.

"Fine. I hope you have fun on your vacation, Monkey King", you responded as you started to walk away, your back facing him the entire time while tears began rolling down your cheeks.

The simian was still annoyed as he began hopping onto his cloud and taking off. Only halfway to his destination did his brain finally register that you referred to him by his title. That's when the reality of the argument you two just had a few minutes ago hit. And so did the memory of how he described you, followed by you tearing up.

He did notice.

"...Shit", he muttered to himself dreadfully as he facepalmed. As much as he wanted to go back this instant and embrace you before you left Flower Fruit Mountain, his mission had to take priority as the fate of the world was in danger. He would have to apologize to you later...

"Later" turned into several weeks however as he fought to obtain information on how to beat the Lady Bone Demon. Occasionally he would check in on MK, of course. He did ask about you at least once everytime he got in contact with the boy though, even while being in the middle of battle. The guilt that was eating at him was a lot more bothersome than getting his hands on the Samadhi Fire's map.

MK noticed how often his mentor would ask about your well-being and at first thought that it was sweet of him to ask about you... But then he realized he could just get in contact with you directly too. You had a charm in form of a necklace that let you transport to Flower Fruit mountain, as well as open the waterfall and get in contact with your lover.

That's when he started to catch onto the suspicion that something must have happened between the two of you.

"Monkey King, why don't you just talk to (Y/N) directly? They still have the charm you gave them, right?"

The golden image of the Monkey King crossed his arms before scratching his cheek with a frown. He seemed suddenly very much uncomfortable.

"I... Uh... I don't have the time for a lengthy talk with them right now. I still need to visit another friend in a bit! Right! Yeah! Okay, see you later, bud!" "Monkey King, wait-"

And then the connection cut off. Feeling upset and abandoned by the one who was supposed to mentor him through his journey as hero, he decided to give you a call.

The phone rang until he heard your voice. Your recorded voice.

"Hi! This is (Y/N)! Please leave a message if you need anything and I'll listen to it as soon as possible!"

He hung up and tried to call again, but it also only went back to voicemail.

Raising an eyebrow at your sudden unavailability, he decided to just send you a text instead, believing you were busy at work and put your phone on silent.

'monkey king keeps asking about you btw, but doesn't seem to wanna talk to you directly :('

'tell me if you wanna talk to him and i can try get you two in contact'

'if he hasn't talked to you recently that is'

'he acts kinda weird rn tbh'

You should be able to read those messages once you got time. Probably after work.

And yet he never received any text back.

What he didn't know was that you weren't at work. In fact, you were being held captive by the Lady Bone Demon's servant, the Mayor. Him and his Lady knew about your relationship with Sun Wukong and how fragile you were compared to the rest of your friends.

"I don't have anything to offer you!" You yelled out as the Mayor held your arms effortlessly behind your back, forcing you to simply talk to his Lady's glowing image in front of you.

She giggled ominously, "On the contrary, (Y/N). Your destiny has been sealed the moment you agreed to a relationship with that damned simian and befriended his successor."

"What the hell am I of use for to you?! I don't have any special abilities you could even benefit from!" Your voice cracked towards the end from the amount of anxiety you had.

"Well, unfortunately for your frail body, your destiny involves succumbing to your wounds."

Before you could question her any further, the Mayor moved your wrists swiftly, breaking your arms in the process. You cried out in pain, breathing heavily as tears began to fall.

"For you see, the charm Sun Wukong gave you will aid us in creating the New World. Contact him through it." She smirked down at your quivering form. "And even if you decide to be uncooperative, destiny will catch up sooner or later..."

And as suspected, you were being very much uncooperative. So much so that you ended up with more injuries than you could keep count of. Probably half of which included several broken bones from the Mayor's raw demonic strength.

While the Lady Bone Demon wasn't so fond of your refusal to call your boyfriend, she merely saw it as a minor delay. She knew Sun Wukong and the rest of the crew would get suspicious and try find you eventually.

Even if it took days upon Wukong telling the crew to find the three four rings...

And find you they did.

But not in the shape they had hoped.

You were completely bloody and bruised, your limbs were mangled in a rather disturbing way.

The crew was horrified- Not only at the sight, but also at the realization that you were lifeless, dead...

The Monkey King felt the most broken. The memories of your forever last conversation being one big mess of an argument... He thought he was keeping you and the others safe...

He mourned over your dead body, letting his tears fall as he carefully cradled you in his arms, his fur and armor now having bloody spots. MK was struggling with telling his mentor to focus because he himself couldn't fully focus anymore at the sight of a close friend's body. However, the thought of other people, including his other friends, ending up in the same position as you were in was terrifying.

And that was all the motivation they both needed to keep moving. The Great Sage wiped away his tears, looking at your resting form one last time before glaring into the distance.

He would avenge your death, no matter what.

And if possible, would try find a way to bring you back... Even if it involves fighting the Heavens once more.

> Link to Masterlist <

[mako-neexu]

カドぐだ | 相棒 (partner)

“So this is the rumored ‘Gil-fes’, huh?” Kaodc heaved a heavy sigh as he tugged at his black shirt before clutching at the strap of the backpack he had in hand. “Oi, Fujimaru, where’s the venue for this...tournament?”

According to the archives, someone hosts this... martial arts tournament for the Servants using a Holy Grail. And that someone was either Emperor Nero or King Gilgamesh himself... like last year, and the couple years before.

But who knows who was going to host next year’s event!? 

Wait. Why is he thinking about the possibilities of an event like this in the future!?

Gudako hummed as she finished in tying her unlaced boots, “Well, Gil said it’s going to be at Madison Square Garden like last year. But for the rooms we booked in the nearest hotels? We have yet to find out!”

Her arm looped around his own and before he could react to it, they were off on the streets with his ever-reckless kouhai hollering like a maniac.

Please. Someone help him.

--

They ended up farming again throughout the whole ordeal, collecting hotdogs and fries as currency to exchange with Ishtar’s-former-consort-now-turned....golden sheep, Dumuzid. 

And he thought Fujimaru was describing the god as someone humanoid! Jeez! Did he really interpret that wrong!?

Even with all the craziness he can’t quite get used to yet, it was actually fun.

 And it even felt... a little normal since it felt as if it was the current timeline’s New York, just with some more colorful additions- and okay, he nearly got his face bashed by Spartacus for just getting shoved in front of him before getting declared as an oppressor for “standing” in his way.

So, on second thought, he wasn’t going to get used to this.

--

“Making Doujins!?”

“Yup!”

“Just to retrieve the Holy Grail and stop this time loop we’re stuck in!?”

“Uh-huh! So you better get your butt back to the drawing board, Kadoc-kun.” The way Gudako teased him with the honorific, and he felt faint about the situation.

They spent most of the week chilling and spent the last few days procrastinating. And somehow they discover along the way that time is repeating itself, with the reset being the day of judging the most popular doujin contest.

From across him Hinak- Yu Mei-ren seethes while glaring at her tablet, the pen she had on hand nearly cracking in her grasp, “If I don’t get back to Xiang Yu-sama within the week, I’ll blow this island up.”

Help.

--

“Fujimaru.”

“Yes, Kadoc-kun?”

Kadoc looks at the gothic, medieval castle, before reclining his head up to the large, upside-down pyramid, and the Himeji castle sitting on that same pyramid itself.

Kadoc blinks, and turns to look at the Master beside him, smiling as if this was something that could normally be seen in everday life.

“You know what? Nevermind.”

They were promptly turned into a wageslaves by the Amazonesdotcom CEO after that.

--

“Was it fun?” 

Fujimaru asks him as she lightly kicks on the pool’s waters, watching it ebb and flow beneath them.

Kadoc sips on a cocktail Moriarty had given him, before pursing his lips shit, “What? The entire thing with Las Vegas? Jeanne d’Arc’s talking-shark? Wait, actually, that’s 42nd of the most weirdest things I’ve seen in my list.”

She rests her head on his shoulder, no doubt now sleepy as they spend the last few days of their vacation in the comfort of the hotel.

“...Something like that.” She says, after a few moments.

The question was...weird. Fun was a concept he was still becoming familiar with. After all, all he’s ever known was to become a mage to survive a world that could kill you at a moment’s notice.

Even with the near-death experiences, and things that could easily break a normal person’s mind (he had only gotten so far by being a mage who had a decent amount of spells with him that maintained his reason and sense of self. Fujimaru had none and yet she was still smiling despite the fuckery happening almost every moment of the day.), he supposes that...

“-I guess it was ugh, crazy...” Kadoc mutters under his breath, a dust of pink decorating his cheeks.

Some Servants didn’t trust him, others were the opposite, many varied in their opinions on him but at least, all of them no longer deemed him hostile. As evidence by how he’s somehow alive and breathing right now. 

Fujimaru stirs, and they meet each others’ gazes. Her own was reflecting the stars above, a ghost of a smile spread across her lips, “Good crazy?”

He avoids her gaze and downs the last of his drink.

Her response was a chuckle. “I’ll take it that you don’t like the times whenever we rode on Drake’s ship or anything that involved motion sickness.”

Kadoc flicked her forehead, and while she yelped, there was no helping himself in pinching her cheek, “No shit Sherlock.”

“I am right behind you, Mr. Zemlupus.” 

The heart attack he got simultaneously made him scream before pushing him and Fujimaru to the pool to drown.

When they surfaced, they both glared at the laughing detective relaxing on the pool chaise. 

And seeing Ritsuka smirk deviously with a plan to prank the Holmes? 

Kadoc was in.

[armchairanthro]

Draft

So I have this half-baked idea in my head and I have a lot of life happening and very little brain power because winter darkness, so I'm putting it here instead of leaving it in a draft somewhere for three more years.

Basically I have this idea of Marie and Jordan flying together, like commercially and like blending with the public (keeping the supe thing secret) and Marie obviously finds flying a bit stressful because it's a small metal contained full of lots of beating hearts and pulses while Jordan doesn't enjoy being undercover because they can't randomly shift lest they want a security panic from fellow travelers and air staff.

So that's the setting right?

But then what happens is a lady, in like her late 50s/early 60s, is about to start having a heart attack. Like Marie picks up on it, the clogged artery near/in/surrounding her heart. And is like, "Babe come with me for a second", and then they're trying to figure out how to help the lady without anyone like finding out that they're supes.

So Jordan would be all like "ugh once we finally decide we deserve a vacation" because maybe it's a romantic getaway (or a honeymoon...), "but babe we also can't just tell this random lady you're a blood wielding supe"

And Marie will like nod while thinking hard, "Right, we'll say I'm a cardiovascular specialist"

"no"

"Homeopathic healer?"

"Babe no"

"Witch?" (which will make Jordan giggle)

They end up deciding that the woman isn't aware of her medical emergency yet, she's only just started having symptoms, so Marie will simply solve it without anyone noticing.

So she'd just sit down back in her seat, pop some noice cancelling headphones on her head and then sit there and literally move the little blod clot from this woman's heart out through her nose without it being noticeable.

And as Jordan hands the woman a napkin, they'll say "Careful, nosebleeds on a flight are a sign of high blood pressure, you should really check that out."

or something like that...

I'm really not comfortable enough writing for them yet, I feel like I don't have a proper grasp on them to confidently write their dynamic yet.

[literaticat]

This might be an agony aunt question but, my debut was acquired four years ago, and due to delays it still won’t come out for over a year. I’ve sold other books since then, but none are out yet. I’m trying to keep writing new stuff, but lately it’s felt like a lot of work with nothing to show for it (yet), and it’s hard to keep my spirits up. It started getting really hard lately when I realized that a beloved MS would likely die on sub.

I guess I’m asking if you have any words of encouragement, based on seeing your clients go through delays and wondering if it’s all worth it. I know this is how publishing goes and I know I can take a break whenever I want, etc etc. But knowing is different from FEELING, you know?

Ugh, that's a long time to wait, I'm sorry that's happening! But also -- it sounds like you have multiple books forthcoming. That's really exciting!

I totally understand feeling "doldrums-ish" at this point. For nearly every published author, I think there's some of this -- you have worked so hard and spent so much time just getting an agent (celebration!) -- but then you realize, oh shit, that SEEMED like the destination, but actually, that's literally just the first step on the journey. OK, daunting, but you've come this far -- and then there's some excitement, going on submission, SELLING A BOOK! WOOHOO!!!! (celebration!) -- and then there are some milestones, like getting the contract, doing edits, etc, all exciting in their ways...

... and then....

... there's nothing ...

... for what feels like (and in many cases actually is) A REALLY LONG TIME.

It's hard to keep up the excitement/enthusiasm when there's nothing to feed it, right? It starts to feel kind of endless and depressing.

The good news is, there's an end to that! Soon your excitement will ramp up again when RELEASE DAY comes near!!!!!

But, and I hate to be the one to tell ya, then there is often kind of a let-down "after Christmas" feeling when the world keeps turning, and nothing has particularly changed, and you don't get magic powers or anything. :-/

I tell you all this not to be Lady Downerton, but rather just to say, hey, this is a normal kind of feeling, and it's OK to feel it. Writing books for publication is a job -- and sometimes it can be a GREAT job full of perks and fun and thrills -- and sometimes it can be a thankless or dispiriting or lousy one, frankly, just like most jobs out there!

I think the key is that you realize you are more than your job. Should you do great work and find the joy in it and all that good stuff? Yeah, absolutely! Relish the wins, bask in the satisfying parts, celebrate your achievements. But realize that sometimes it's just gonna be a slog or there will be disappointing or maddening or boring parts, and that's just part of it.

The other thing is: it's happening to everyone, even if you can't see it. It's easy to think that OTHER authors are only having win after win, because people aren't exactly posting about the boring or annoying or upsetting things on social media, yanno? EVERYONE who has successes also has failures, everyone who gets opportunities also loses some, everyone who seems to be on living on Good Ship Lollipop has also spent time on Lousy Raft Marzipan.

The GOOD news is, you can clock out any time you want and go enjoy something else in your life for a while. I promise, nothing terribly important will happen in the publishing world if you step away from your computer and go on a vacation or take a hike or find a passion for pottery-throwing. The stories (and the fun parts, and the annoying parts!) will all be there when you get back!

[tobiasdrake]

It's over, Erlina. Bring me Aephorul.

Oh, there he is. Good job. Thanks.

HEY. RUDE. Did no one ever teach you that it's not polite to killsteal?

I had a whole pre-mortem speech prepared about how she and I aren't so different in the lengths we'd go to for the people we love, and you ruined it. Ugh, I want to break your neck so bad.

Oh. There you are.

You're not about to tell me I can't wring this guy's neck, right? You were there for my Statement of Intent. You knew what this was about. I will go through you to get to him. I am nowhere near as attached to you as I am to Garl.

No, it's time for him to die, is what it's time for. I want my pound of Fleshmancer.

...what final surprise? Your big thing was Erlina and we beat her. What more could you possibly have--

Oh, fuck me. I got vengeance in my eyes and somehow I completely forgot about Strife. Shit. Right. Fused with the Acolytes to become a whole new kind of thing. A World Eater, I'm guessing.

UGGGGGGH I hate this fucking guy so much.

I'm neurodivergent. I get that being bored can be the most insufferable agony in the world. But get a fucking hobby, man.

Yeah, yeah. Come on, Zale. Let's go god-fight the apocalypse.

Not if Strife has anything to say about it, you're not. *sigh* It never ends. It never goddamn ends. I am not looking forward to whatever immortal eternity vigil we're going to have to perform after this.

Once this is done, I am taking a long-ass vacation and y'all are coming with me. That is not a request.

If you guys could, like, research ways to get my hands around Aephorul's neck while we're gone, that'd be great. Maybe dedicate part of your civilization to it or something. Maybe with a statue of me while we're at it.

Oh, but that is just a friendly request, not some sort of god decree. I'm not going to Great Eagle this shit. Just. If you could. For me.

I don't know why you needed both of us when we've never been apart for more than five minutes, but we love you too, Teaks. Have a good life.

And maybe put those skills to work helping us figure out how to murder Aephorul, because I trust you more than anyone when it comes to deciphering obscure lore.

But don't let that take you away from the most important calling in your life: Writing better fucking tomes. I want Zenith Academy stocked with Teaks Originals of all--

Oh, shit. We're leaving Zenith Academy completely unstaffed. Well, we cleared out all the Dwellers and chased the Acolytes out so hopefully they won't need any more Solstice Warriors ever again. Otherwise those kids will just have to do with an empty school, a bunch of books, and a plank of wood that reads "GOOD LUCK".

I can't speak for Zale but you'll be hearing plenty from me, bestie.

But I really can't delay any longer or else your planet's going to be devoured by a cosmic monstrosity.

Alright, Zale. We're gods now. We must conduct ourselves as such. Dignity. Decorum.

CHOKE

ON

MY

RADIANCE

FUCKWORM

Like gods do.

Come on, Zale. It's going to be a long vigil.

But first: Back down to the planet. Because it's party time.

[nei-ning]

I finally got some results partly from my blood test (D-vitamin and Folate levels). They both seems to be alright?? I did some googling and normal level to D-vitamin is about 50-75 nmol/l. My level was 70 nmol/l so I assume it's good :'D If it would be 75-120 nmol/l then that would be ideal level to those who suffer from osteoporosis. Over 120 nmol/l would be BAD.

Folates level was 35.7 nmol/l. Normal level would be 5,3–40 nmol/l so I think this is good too? Just near the top level. Those folate pills I've been eating for... 3 months now, a bit over, have really done their job :D

I'm still waiting the rest results of the blood test.

I also found "diagnosis" from that special doctor who I met with my psychologist earlier this month. She had wrote in so bad way that UGH! I hate it when people, especially professionals, don't use . , and big letters but ALL is written in one long sentence!

Anyway, she wrote in a cold way (kind of), twisting something I had said etc. which infuriated me even more. She also had wrote that I didn't appear depressed and I thought: "Lady, I can HIDE it. I've been with depression at least the last 10-12 years so it's part of me. I don't show it when I'm outside home."

She wrote I had made 7 page long list of ADHD / Autism symptoms with the help of my psychologist. BULLSHIT! I did ALL THOSE lists / papers ALONE, by myself, at home! She didn't help me AT ALL. I hate it when truth is being twisted like this. I KNOW it's not a big deal in the end but to me it kind of is.

She also had written that I speak "töksäyttäen" meaning giving short and sharp, a bit rude / blunt, replies which is NOT the case since I spoke normally, giving full sentences to her. And if she asked something which I was able to reply which short reply, then I did that. I'm not going all "liipa laapa" (nonsense talk) to add more to my reply - which is not even necessary to the situation. I hope you guys get what I'm saying.

But she has sent those papers with meeting application to neurologist in near by city's big hospital. Haven't heard from them yet but it could be because summer (everyone's on vacation) and long, long patient lines and only few workers. Tho, I can wait!

[yadivagirl]

Ugh.

My husband and I are headed to Ft. Meyers Beach, Florida at the end of June.

Hmph.

I know I should be grateful to have a husband who wants to take me on vacation but I have so many conflicted issues about going anywhere near Florida. I love the beach and hot weather but I'd rather go back to Martha's Vineyard for the hundredth time than Florida. He on the other hand wants to go to this resort in Florida his friend told him about.

Sigh...

Yes, I know, I know. Privileged, first world problems.

[petalsfm]

if you’re hearing FREAKY GIRLS by MEGAN THEE STALLION FT. SZA playing, you have to know JORDYN CARTER (SHE / HER; CIS WOMAN) is near by! the TWENTY-SEVEN year old ASSISTANT has been in denver for, like, ONE YEAR. they’re known to be quite IMMATURE, but being AFFABLE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble SAMANTHA LOGAN. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those SMUDGED MAKEUP AT THE END OF A NIGHT OUT, THE CLICK OF ACRYLIC NAILS, A SMILE THAT NEVER FADES, THE THRILL OF SHARING GOSSIP WITH YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RINO DISTRICT long enough!

STATS:

full name :       jordyn penelope carter nickname(s) :     n / a birthplace :      detroit, michigan date of birth :       07 / 25 / 1996 parentage: sasha carter cousin(s) :      tbd carter , wesley carter (40) , tbd carter , tbd carter relationship status :     single gender identity :     cis woman ( she/her ) sexual orientation :      bisexual faceclaim :      samantha logan

PERSONALITY:

( CANCER + DEATH TW ! ) jordyn is only two years old when her mother dies from lung cancer, leaving her to the care of her aunt and uncle (wesley carter's parents). they were already a big family, but they were very happy to open their homes to one more, even if it wasn't the best financial decision.

being in a family that cared so much about each other definitely shaped her personality in a huge way. they cared for others, and they cared for each other. they taught her to always share what you have, even if you don't have much.

ever since middle school, jordyn has always been the life of the party. it was her goal to be the class clown in every class she was in. it was harder to tell if people were laughing AT you or WITH you.

luckily for jordyn, she was always willing to interact with anyone who wanted to stop and chat. she wanted to make sure everyone felt welcomed around her, which is a value instilled in her by her aunt grace. and somehow, it worked. she was allowed a place at every lunch table, should she want it.

she knows how to sell herself well, considering she became class president her junior and senior years. she's confident, has no problem talking to those she doesn't know, and tries makes everyone feel important. in a school environment, that wasn't the worst type of personality to have.

it worked pretty well for her in college as well, getting her many different friends to keep into adulthood.

( DEATH TW ! ) after her aunt passed away, jordyn spent a few years in michigan alone, to scared to leave. she'd vacationed out of michigan, but she'd never truly lived anywhere else. despite her PERCEIVED confidence, she was truly scared of a real fresh start.

it's been a year since she's moved to denver, and she's slowly developing a sense of normalcy. something she's always dreamed of. she's picked up a job working under lindsey gallagher, helping her build and run a boutique. she can't explain why, but she finds the inner workings of building a business from the ground up very interesting.

she's a natural flirt-- it comes with the confidence. she loves to gossip and just talk about anything juicy or anything drama filled. she's a girls girl! will give her honest opinion on anything-- if that shirt is your color, if there's something in your teeth, etc.

loves a good night out. definitely frequents the bar and clubs of denver. is the one person who enjoys getting drunk and making dumb decisions.

BACKGROUND:

full background can be found HERE ! linked to a /mobile page cus for some reason its hard to read w my theme in night mode kfdghfkjgh

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

gal pals !!! or just anyone to get lunch and share gossip with ugh she loves that. nothing better than a root beer float and even a small amount of juicy gossip

party pals !!! anyone who likes to bar hop or go clubbing w her. they get ready together, pregame together, take care of each other.

ok im so bad at wanteds thats why i brainstorm SORRY I TRIED

[ria-writes-stories]

Ship: Thuzi

Genre: EXTRA COTTON, Romance

Description: Two best friends in a room...they might kiss-(but heterosexual)

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(No one's pov)

She was perfect, simply perfect. Her perfect devilish smile, her pointy hair making her look like a little devil while she had all of those beautiful pure angelic features and her unique behaviour. Who could not love her? Who could not get lost in hours that feel like moments when thinking of her? She was simply so amazing! She was intelligent, she was great company, she was a genuine kind person, she was confident, she was strong, she was powerful, she was dreamy and those eyes-

"THAD!" Thad's face got slammed with a basketball as he fell on the floor holding his head. "Ugh..." The jock groaned quietly as he slowly got up, slightly out of balance as he had to support himself with a wall.*l "Dude are you ok?" "What was that?" "Are you ok?" Some of Thad's friends rushed to him as he held his head with one eye closed as he smiled sheepishly.* "Yes, yes I am all good I just spaced out." "Dude your visor-" "My wh- oh." *Thad said as his face slightly dropped with his eyes widen in shock when Darren used Rebecca's mirror to show him the state of his face. "Uh...uhm- who- threw that ball-?" Thad asked puzzled asking himself if he is imagining things or not since he got hit pretty hard and what he was seeing was hard to believe. "SORRY DUDE!" Sam screamed from afar as he was holding a magnet near the ball throwing machine...well that sums it up.

"I am not even sure if I am seeing straight right now- guys???" "It's like...a 5...if ten was 'you are torn limb from limb'" Lizzy said as Thad just gave a thumbs up with a nervous smile. "Nothing the nurse can't handle-" "Dude I don't think the nurse can help with it, you should see the mechanic...like now- can you walk?" "Yeah yeah- guys I'm fine really!"

Fifteen minutes later Thad was not really fine because he was in front of the door of the doctor, or well better said mechanic and he was gone for a whole day on vacation, so he was now sitting in a chair confused as to what to do.

His visor...

It was complete mush. Well not really. It still worked but there were deep cuts in it and all so... the glass could break from another hit and get inside and uh- that's not good y'all.

But then of course, if an angel made him end up like this, an angel will save him.

"THAD!" Another voice screamed at him as the person pocked their fingers in front of him. As Thad looked up his heart melted as thankfully his broken screen didn't show a blush, or well it wasn't visible due to it's shatter. "Hello Uzi-" "Spare me! What happened?! Oh my God- how did this even happen?!" "Uh- Well funny story- WOAH!" Uzi didn't wait for the 'funny' story. She read that the mechanic wasn't there and she simply took his hand taking him to her home and room.

"Uz?" Thad asked puzzled as he was sat down on her bed as she pulled out a box of tools. "Stay here." She said bluntly as she went to take something, and she came back with the glass needed in order to make a visor. "Sit still." Uzi said simply as she took some measurements as Thad couldn't help but blush and stay quiet looking at her with shocked but adoring eyes. An angel, I tell you.

What was wrong with him?! How could he even get this injured?! Not even a hundred punches could do such a damage! The drones were made to be resistant to this darned planet's weird pressure while humans needed special costumes. Whatever the reason was Uzi wasn't going to wait for an answer, Thad needed a new visor, otherwise his handsome- HIS NORMAL VERY NORMAL FACE, wouldn't be perf- NORMAL anymore!

Uzi tried to focus on the visor but she couldn't help but feel that she was being watched and from the corner of her eyes she could see Thad. She couldn't help but blush, but she'd have to remind herself he is probably looking at her work instead, but it felt nice to think he was looking at her instead. He was...so amazing. He was a dork, yes, and a goof ball, not the brightest...but surely the bravest and least selfish person she knew.

What was there not to like. He was handsome. He was strong. He was pleasant company. He was just so...many things by just simply being himself, and everyone loved him for that while everyone hated her for being her angsty teen rebellious self. I guess it's the classic cliche high school popularity scale. You don't expect the popular kids to hang out with the freaks...right? Well he was there...and he was there willingly. Yes she dragged him but that was far from the point! He could have left anytime, he could have taken his hand away from her- THEIR HANDS! Only now Uzi realised that all the walk over they held hands together, and she had a rather firm grip on him since she was so worried and lost in her thoughts she didn't even realise it until now! What was she doing?! She couldn't just- no! She had to snap herself out of it! She had to! She had to focus on making him a screen, there's no time for none sense!

Thad simply stayed quietly admiring her face with a dorky in love face as he rested his head on his hand while admiring her adorable yet serious face. She looked so flustered and upset, perhaps this task was taking more out of her than she expected, but he didn't care, he was just happy to see her.

After some time Thad shut down temporarily as Uzi changed his visor with the new one she made and then turned his power back on. "Woah. I see so much better now! Thanks Uzi!" 'I absolutely need to talk with Braiden and ask him to edit the memory recording of the last three hours of my life to review them clearly later so I can see her adorable like that' that's Thad 'Thunder Jock' for y'all folks. A silly lovable fool who fell in love with a girl he believes to be out of his league regardless of their different statuses.

"Whatever. It was good practice." Uzi said playing it cool as she threw the glass cutter away as she threw the old visor and the leftovers of the glass away in a bin. "Practice for what?" "For self control." Uzi said proudly...

And then she realised what she said as her eyes widened in shock and her hands which were resting on her hips stiffened. "I mean- on my hands! Control over the movements of my hands! Don't freaking dox me!" Uzi said angrily as she looked away flustered.

Thad was absolute confused and puzzled but he just smiled and shrugged it off as he sighed softly on his nose with his eyes closed. He simply took her hand. "May I?" Uzi looked at him puzzled and before she knew Thad pulled her towards himself as a hand rested on her back as he kissed her lovingly on the forehead.

Uzi's cheeks burned a dark shade of purple as she looked away flustered as she tried to get out of his grasp in protest only to be held tighter, keep in mind he was only holding her with one hand, the one placed on her back, while the hand he was holding hers released it's grip softly.

"Let go!!!" Uzi said in a flustered protest as Thad simply rested his chin on her head with a content smile. "The best girlfriend ever." He said simply before kissing her head again as Uzi blushed severly.

These two teenagers had been together for a while...just...never 'official' as their encounters usually end up with Thad kissing her and hugging her when they are all alone and doing casual small talk when others are watching, but now, they were all alone.

Uzi huffed as she felt the oil in her veins boil from embarrassment but Thad simply let go and flopped onto her bed. "?! What are you doing?" "Resting." Thad said with a calm smile as he placed his hands under his head. "Wh- no no no no! You're leaving mister! Right now! What if dad comes- ok yeah he's never around- BUT YOU CAN'T JUST-" "Then get me off." "What?" "Get me off the bed then." Thad said calmly as he smiled at her, giving her his charming silly smile that she loved so much, a smile that he knew she could never say no to, yet one that brought her to a boil of stubbornness and determination not known by many other than him.

Uzi's face went blank before it went ablaze as she immediately tried to get him off the bed with a flustered look on her face by grabbing one of his arms, only for him to quickly grab her and pull her on top of him kissing her lower jawline, closer to the neck, making Uzi immediately go in what Uzi calls 'armadillo mode' as she hid her face in his chest and pulled on her beanie to cover her face so her shame couldn't be visible, but he only found this even cuter.

She was everything somebody could ask for. She was a devilish 'creature' but there was a certain charm to the dynamic between her behaviour and feelings which Thad could never get enough of. "Come on~ I got my screen broken for ya, can't you let me have this?" Thad asked teasingly as Uzi looked up with a scared look. "I ended up daydreaming about you." Thad said sheepishly as he smiled while a soft blush rested on his cheeks making Uzi flustered all over again.

Uzi was speechless. She didn't know what to do or what to say to all of his compliments, it was simply too much for her! She didn't know how to feel, she didn't know how to act or behave, all because of him! Damned be teenage hormones and the need for affection despite being an angsty teen!

"I love you." Thad said affectionately nuzzling her cheek. "Mmh." Uzi mumbled as she looked away. "I love you." Thad said kissing her jawline only for Uzi to mumble again.*l "I love you." He whispered in her ear as he placed a light soft kiss on her neck as she went quiet as a mouse as her face was practically entirely purple.

Uzi looked at Thad slightly scared because she didn't know where this was headed and she was afraid to mess anything up, but Thad's innocent smile and his immediate concern when she began to display a stiffen behaviour he immediately cupper her cheeks and softly brushed some strands of hair out of her face. "Is something wrong?" He asked worried as Uzi looked away embarrassed and ashamed of herself. He shouldn't worry.

He had his visor broken! She should be the worried she- she was what he was thinking about... she was what he was thinking about even in practice for his big upcoming match.

A smile slowly crept on Uzi's face as she tightly hugged Thad with all of her strength. The jock was confused but he was more than glad to return the hug as one of his hands rested on her head, under her beanie with his fingers in her hair as his other hand warped around her waist keeping her closely in a gentle, loving and secure matter.

The two ended up staying like that for hell knows how long as Uzi rested her head on his chest happily while Thad kept smiling contently while admiring her purity and beauty.

Thad kissed her cheek softly as Uzi blushed softly before kissing his cheek as well. Uzi was extremely shy with all of this reason why Thad took it all so slowly, but this was the first kiss she has ever given him, and you could practically see the stars in his eyes when she did it.

He was more than overjoyed, he was more than anything he has felt before as he looked at Uzi with a dumb folded but happy look with his adoring eyes never leaving her face as Uzi lightly laughed while pushing his face away and turning her head the other way. "You're such a dork." "You kissed me." "Shut up!" Uzi said sitting up and hitting him lightly with a pillow as he easily blocked the hit.

"Oh, so that's how we're playing then huh?" Thad asked with a teasing smirk as Uzi's smile remained on her face but her eyes widened in shock as she tried to run away just for Thad to immediately catch her and throw her on the bed in a gentle manner before trapping her in his arms and kissing her neck over and over again.* "Bahahaha! Stop it! It tickles! Thad!" *Uzi said as she slightly kicked him, but Thad didn't seem to mind. He knew Uzi wasn't always aware of her actions due to the feeling of her overwhelming emotions so he learned how to treat her gently even when she'd accidentally hit him...

A tiny itty bitty rougher sometimes. Thad was patient tho, and the reward for it was greater than any basketball match or any other sports competition could get him.

Thad eventually stopped not wanting to 'torment' her any longer as he calmly held her in his arms with a joyful smile on his face. "I love you." He said softly as Uzi looked into his eyes lovingly and affectionately as she could feel how much he adored her with just that simple look in his eyes.

Uzi placed a soft kiss on his cheek and Thad's face went all green as he blushed profoundly with a dorky smile on his face as he seemed to have gotten a slight short circuit. God he was such a dummy, and she was his perfect angel.

The end

[evenasyoungastheyare]

It seems like forever since I stopped by. How are you? How has your summer been? Did you get to the film festival/vacation? I’m due to go to the cottage the first week of September. So soon.

I bet your sister’s garden is full of all kinds of wonderful end of summer colours. (that's a lot of ofs)

I had seen a lovely anon sent you a link to a Surrounded by Light LT photo. I knew I just needed to wait and have dear patience. (Niall boost, great song)

The wait was definitely worth it. What a wonderful moment in time you created. A simple image of Louis surrounded by all of the beautiful colours of his choosing. Of his choosing! Ugh!! Your drawing was so on point. Just like the photo - beautiful. Thank you for sharing that with us.  

I would love to see the colours in person at one of his shows. I could watch the light/screen show with the music in the background and be a very happy camper. I am thankful others share their concert experiences with us.

I was surprised when a second piece appeared. I almost missed it. The Harry artwork is very cute. What a wonderful smile he has in your drawing. So well done. 

Is LT performing near you? Are you going?

I meant to send this in the morning - your afternoon. I am a procrastinator extraordinaire. So it is afternoon here - evening there. You might not see it until Monday.

We should do something together in the fall/winter. Book Club, Movie Club, Drawing Club, Photo Club, Flower Club, Colouring Book Club, Knitting Club. Let’s think about it. We might be able to get @broken-beak-flower-feast to join us.

Sending flowers. Wishing you the best. Take care.

W

Knitting club??? Who typed that. I'm left handed and all kinds of awkward.

Hello W,

thank you very much for this lovely message. I am sorry for the delayed answer. I hope you are enjoying your time off at the cottage.

I am ok, I went to visit my friends, then go to work and then straight to visit my sister last week. It was a busy week. I am happy it is a lovely weather here (sunny but not heatwave, you can almost smell the Autumn in the air - at least last few days).

About the film festival - I was so tired and the weather was so bad, I did not go. Still enjoyed it as I am part of the organising team.

There are some concerts quite near but I am not the big crowds person so no concerts for me.

We can do some club together. It is a lovely idea. And I am very happy we did the My Policeman one. You did a great job with it.

Have a nice vacation.

Take care!

[bluesandboos]

HI JUST FOUND YOUR ACC THIS IS ME ASKING FOR DETAILS ON YOUR BA VACATIO DURING THE FINAL OMG

BESTIE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE. THANK YOU FOR ASK ING IM ABOUT TO POP OFF

ALSO I WILL HAVE TO PUT THIS INTO TWO PARTS BECAUSE TUMBLR IS AN ASSHOLE

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sorry if this is too much rambling and has too many of my Own Personal Thoughts but writing this took me down memory lane and i am Emotional. also pardon any spelling/grammatical errors

let me put in a line break so i don't clog my approximately ten follower's feeds

so

a little unnecessary backstory that you can definitely skip: way back in march 2022, my family was all "hey we should go on a family trip in december because that's when we're all free, where should go" and my brother was like "argentina" (he has no football brain he just thought it would be an interesting place to go) and that was when a little seed was planted in my teeny brain. i knew that the wc had been rescheduled for december and i knew that argentina had been doing p well since the copa and would probably be favorites for the wc so i started skewing the plans to go towards argentina bc how dope would it be if we happened to be in argentina during the final? even if they didn't make it all the way, it would still be cool to be in a place where football means so much during the biggest game in the world. anyway, my scheming and manifesting paid off and we went to argentina! we flew out of (home country) on the day of the semi-final (i watched the arg vs croatia match while waiting to board) and then landed in buenos aires, was there for a day, then flew to iguazu falls for a couple of days.

we flew back to ba on the night of 12/17 and THAT'S WHEN THE PARTY STARTED

wait i think i can include some pics/vids i have to make this experience more immersive!

literally in the uber on the way to our airbnb, this was what greeted us at a stoplight at the obelisco:

also just a side note, just walking around ba the first day was crazy because my man dibu is just... there on adverts, flexing on bitches

and so many murals/adverts featuring mostly messi but also the rest of the tea,, and the JERSEYS my god. i don't have the dough to shell out for something authentic so i copped a ~very believable~ messi fake for like 3000 ARG pesos. i was so happy

ANYWAY the morning of 12/18 (i could hardly go to sleep i was nervous as fuck), i literally woke up to muchachos. like when i stood on the balcony of the Airbnb i could hear people just playing that song on BLAST. greatest alarm ever.

i had found out that the government (?) had set up screens all over the city so people could watch, so we decided to go to one that was set up in a park near paseo el rosedal, which ended up being ~1 hr walk from where we were staying. BUT it was SO WORTH IT because just walking through the streets was amazing. people were wearing jerseys, waving flags, cars were decorated and ugh. i was shitting bricks tho.

so we get to the park and im just gonna let my vids (fuck tumblr for only letting me upload one vid in a post) set the vibe:

(sorry some of them are super short; i make montages to remember vacations and short vids are ~aesthetic~)

HERE ARE THE VIDS FOR THE PENALTY AND REACTION TO LEO'S PENALTY. I HAVE NO WORDS AND WILL LET IT SPEAK FOR ITSELF. SORRY MY SCREAMING IS UGLY AS FUCK

i don't think i have the reaction to di maria's goal, i think i was just ~living in the moment~ but anon, lemme tell you, after going up 2-0, the vibes in that park were IMMACULATE. everyone was so freaking happy, and singing and ugh!! im getting emotional looking through the vids

more vibes (obvi lots of "muchachos" singing, but this song was one i hadn't known (disclaimer: i am very obviously not argentine. nor do i speak/understand spanish))

and obligatory muchachos:

and THEN MBAPPE DECIDED TO RUIN IT (okay, i actually don't really mind mbappe as a player but on this day he was my actual enemy. i hated his ass. it took me weeks to get over it). decides to tie up the game 2-2 as if he didn't win the world cup four years prior (selfish as fuck smh) and SHIT WAS SO FUCKING TENSE. my hands and legs were SHAKING. im literally getting nervous thinking about it.

and then leo. KING LEO. SCORED TO MAKE IT 3-2

i remember there was confusion for a bit because they were deciding if it was offsides or not and i was looking wildly around my family asking "did he get it?" because i was confused as to whether he actually got into the net (it was getting super hard to see with the glare of the sun and the dust and smoke and everything).

and then the goal stood. and i immediately burst into tears. i don't really know why (actually i do, it's because when it came down to it, leo put the team on his back and saved their asses AGAIN. he saw lautaro send it directly into lloris and said "fine, i'll do it myself" thanos-style and put the fucking ball directly into the back of the net. in the dark times, my hero came back and saved us. it was too much for me)

also literally imagine being varane and your ass being too fat be the reason your country gives up a goal in the wc final. couldn't be me.

obvi i don't have the immediate reaction to leo's goal because i was too busy screaming crying throwing up, but here's some aftermath (which is also emotional with the whole never-really-being-respected-on-the-international-level-and-his-kids-asking-him-why-do-they-kill-him-in-the-streets and now they're literally bowing down to him)

just more vibes:

i don't have any reaction to mbappe's penalty to make it 3-3, probably because i had shit my pants or something. also by the end of extra time i think i was full on having a breakdown. i don't even remember seeing dibu's save against kolo mani; i only heard about it and saw videos afterwards (honestly a good thing because i probably would've blacked out if i saw/registered it in the moment)

OKAY so then the game goes to penalties. i think i had started to feel a bit more confident at that point because i knew Our Lord And Savior Dibu Martinez would be the one to bring it home.

unfortunately i don't have any videos of when dibu saved any of the penalties/tchouameni missed because i could barely watch. i literally had my head in my hands and was trying to not to have a panic attack and was only relying on the noises around me to figure out whether a penalty was missed/scored. have you seen the clips of rodrigo de paul pacing the sideline, hoodie zipped up during the shootout? yeah that was basically me. but i think you can imagine how the crowd was whenever france missed/arg scored

i do have the best video tho. SOMOS TODOS MONTIEL

and here is just the aftermath that i managed to capture because i had, once again, promptly burst into tears. like many others, because Argentina had become Campeon del Mundo

(sorry not sorry if you don't care about the visual aspect lmao. i ain't ever deleting these vids and am obligated to rub them in people's faces)

OKAY BESTIE THIS IS WHERE I WILL HAVE TO END PART 1 BECAUSE TUMBLR IS PISSING ME THE FUCK OFF AND WON'T LET ME ADD MORE VIDEOS i will see u in part 2 if you're still interested :)