#netflix also offered up some for the cause

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lando nostalgia 95/? • 2019 • drive to survive s02e03

[astonmartinii]

kiss it better | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x first responder!reader when oscar crashes into the barrier at monza, he thinks he sees his guardian angel, in reality he's just got a concussion and that's a first responder, but it's the thought that counts.

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f1: woah. huge shunt for oscar piastri in turn three. the australian was pulled out of the car by first responders and is getting treatment. red flag for now.

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user1: omg like my breath was completely gone, i hope oscar is okay

user2: holy shit that's the worst crash i've ever seen i'm so glad they aren't replaying it

user3: i tuned in late and i knew as soon as they didn't replay it it had to be bad

user4: thank the lord for the first responders, they were so fast i hope oscar is good

user5: i'm gonna need netflix to take the backseat on this one i can't take the dramatic editing this is already stressful enough

user6: the grosjean crash was bad enough, i can't deal with it with oscar

user7: are there any updates yet?

user8: not yet.

user9: i'm sat in the grandstand right where this was and it was literally so scary, the first responders literally had to jump on the car

user10: so so lucky that they were stationed so close to where he crashed

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: first of all i'd like to thank everyone for their support and well wishes, i really appreciate it. it's actually thanks to y/n and the rest of the first responders that i'm back on my feet as fast as i am. big thank you to y/n for sacrificing her ability to shower comfortably to help me out of the car and avoid the flames, i am eternally grateful and mama piastri would like you over for dinner to thank you.

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user9: i'm so so happy he's okay, that crash was so scary

landonorris: glad to hear you're okay mate !

oscarpiastri: you can't get rid of me that easily norris

landonorris: woah, no joking about dying when you've only been discharged for 24 hours

oscarpiastri: sorry, skipped over that one in my contract

danielricciardo: make sure you always read that mclaren contract carefully

user11: thank you y/n for your service

user12: for real she put her leg on the line for oscar she needs a raise

yourusername: it was my pleasure to do my job and help you out oscar. and i'll always take up an offer for a mum's dinner

oscarpiastri: she'll be very happy to hear that

yourusername: text me the details and i'll be there

user13: it's so crazy to me how f1 drivers just get up and walk out of crashes like that

user14: no for real how is the medic more injured than him 😭

logansargent: you are so lucky there were no cameras when you were on painkillers cause you were talking some shit

oscarpiastri: please don't remind me

logansargent: just because there weren't cameras in the room doesn't mean i didn't record you, i look forward to my birthday present this year

oscarpiastri: you wouldn't

logansargent: you wanna bet?

user15: so like how bad do we think what oscar said was?

user16: and how much do we need to pay logan to release it?

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mclaren: after her heroics in the first half of the season, y/n finally took oscar up and is a guest of mclaren this weekend. as a medic, y/n is one of the most important aspects of a race weekend, and it's an honour to host her!

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user17: did oscar write this caption? that man was BLUSHING in the fan questions video

user18: awwww mama piastri is also there this weekend and in a load of the pictures in the paddock they stuck together

oscarpiastri: so happy to see you again y/n !!

yourusername: my pleasure, oscar. racing is a lot more fun from the garage

oscarpiastri: i'll try my best not to crash this time, i know my favourite medic isn't on duty

yourusername: oh wow what a title, i'll wear it with pride

user19: they're such dorks i love them so much

landonorris: can someone get me some popcorn, i'm enjoying watching oscar squirm and blush all weekend

oscarpiastri: i am NOT !!

landonorris: don't worry i'm sure y/n finds it cute

oscarpiastri: can you please STOP !!

yourusername: not to prove lando right but it is very cute

user20: lando is taking his big brother role a bit too far

alexalbon: you were right @logansargent this is fun to watch

logansargent: oh just you wait until you find out the stuff he was saying in hospital

oscarpiastri: please stop telling people

alexalbon: from what i heard she was right there @yourusername what did he say logan is being a good friend (for now)

yourusername: considering i literally fried my leg getting him out i don't remember most of that day

alexalbon: UGH you people are no help

yourusername: ???

oscarpiastri: ???

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yourusername: no pulling this one out of a burning wreck this weekend 👍

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user21: omg oscar's smile ??? i am faint

landonorris: do i mean nothing to you?

yourusername: i am literally oscar's guest let me rep him in peace

landonorris: booooooo if you're going to wear his number might as well ask him out while you're at it

yourusername: mind your business, i know what i'm doing

user22: Y/N?????????

oscarpiastri: i see you know my angles already, can you come every weekend?

yourusername: i'd love to but i have a lil thing called a job :(

oscarpiastri: boring, can't you be my full time personal photographer?

landonorris: and his girlfriend?

oscarpiastri: do you mind?

landonorris: what? i'm just trying to help

oscarpiastri: you are MEDDLING

yourusername: you guys done?

oscarpiastri: yes

landonorris: NO

user23: lando is a no 1 y/n x oscar shipper he's so real

user24: y/n is so much stronger than me i'd hand in my notice right this second

yourusername: believe me i would if i could

landonorris: to both options?

oscarpiastri: LANDO STOP

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yourusername: happy to be your guardian angel baby x

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user29: new f1 parents just entered the chat

landonorris: i'm taking responsibility for this happening, you’re welcome

yourusername: stop right there buddy, this was all ME

oscarpiastri: nuh uh it was ME

yourusername: i asked YOU out?

oscarpiastri: technically yes, but i asked you to dinner first

yourusername: actually, if i remember correctly that was your mum

oscarpiastri: FINE you asked me out and i'm very glad you did and you ARE my guardian angel and you ARE way out of my league

landonorris: you said it i didn't

oscarpiastri: LANDO LET ME FLIRT IN PEACE YOU NUISANCE

landonorris: woah, you've changed bro

yourusername: are we finished boys?

landonorris: yes, and for real i am very happy for you guys

user30: lando saying he made this happen is the most lando thing ever

logansargent: can you tell him to stop ignoring me now?

yourusername: soz under strict rules not to fraternize with a traitor

logansargent: I'M SORRY BUT I CAN'T HANDLE SPICE

user31: at least logan is self-aware

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oscarpiastri: sometimes all you need to do is flip an f1 car into a barrier and burst into flames to meet the love of your life (and give her third degree burns)

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user32: OSCAR WITH A BACKWARDS CAP TEACHING HER TENNIS SOMEONE CALL 911 I AM NOT OKAY

landonorris: okay we get it now you guys are cute

yourusername: for someone who was 'the reason we got together' you've changed your tune

landonorris: yes i am glad you have each other but that doesn't change the fact that i am LONELY and don't need to see gross couple stuff

oscarpiastri: you poor baby

landonorris: NO SYMPATHY?

oscarpiastri: i'm gonna cite all of your tomfoolery in the other comment sections

landonorris: okay fair

user33: okay but can we promise to never have a crash like that again?

yourusername: agreed

aussiegrit: happy for you kid

oscarpiastri: thank you mark :)

yourusername: so this is mark... hi?

aussiegrit: don't worry i've heard nothing but wonderful things about you, i look forward to meeting you at the next race

user34: y/n already has all of the approval oh wow

yourusername: i love you dummy (never do that again or i'll never talk to you again)

oscarpiastri: you got it, wins only from now on 🫡

yourusername: ur the champion in my heart

oscarpiastri: 🧡 🧡 🧡

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logansargeant: public shaming is good sometimes. though now i third wheel with only a fish by my side

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user35: i am SCREAMING

yourusername: oh florida boy, your time will come (don't put that fish pic on your tinder, i know you want to)

logansargeant: girls love fish?

yourusername: trust me they don't

logansargeant: is this just because oscar is bad at fishing?

yourusername: DELETE IT FROM YOUR TINDER PROFILE NOW OR THIRD WHEEL FOREVER

user36: what is going on here?

alexalbon: god logan this is tragic, how did you expose him and end up with a fish as your date

logansargeant: but is the size of the fish not impressive?

alexalbon: no, take y/n's advice

oscarpiastri: fine, you're forgiven. only because y/n found it cute, if she found it weird it would be you found at the bottom of a lake

logansargeant: ???????????? there was a chilli oscar

oscarpiastri: stop hiding behind your american passport, i'd eat that chilli for you

logansargeant: but it all worked out?

oscarpiastri: thankfully for you

yourusername: is it bad that this is kinda sexy?

logansargeant: he threatened to murder me?

yourusername: he's so protective 🫶

oscarpiastri: hehehehe thanks babe x

logansargeant: i give up.

note: WOAH two in one night? i am on a roll. anyhow, do enjoy, i love oscar so much so glad he extended !! xx

[puckinghischier]

hi!! first off, i just want to say that i really love your work. i’m so so glad i found your blog. i just reblogged this quinn blurb of yours (which i’m obsessed with btw)

i was wondering if you’d ever be up to expanding on any of the aspects of it. for example; quinn seeing a guy flirt with you in the stands while he’s playing.. when the game was over what do you think that looks like? would say something to his girl and/or show her more with actions than words? or when he sees how excited she is to see him when he’s ready to head home is he just going to let it go? <- y’know like her smile’s able to erase damn near any negative feelings he’s having. playing on when you said about his girl being able to turn him to mush 🥹

✶₊˚⊹ apologies for the length of this.. when i get excited about something i tend to ramble. also, feel free to ignore this or keep it for later if you’d want. no worries either way ‹𝟹

oh i would absolutely love to expand on that

i don’t think he would dwell on it too much, honestly. because he does trust you and he knows that when you come to his games you’re watching nothing but him, but i think he would be a lil smug about it and the fact you never give them attention like you do him.

his eyes would find you as soon as he walks out of the locker room, ready to take you home and order a post game dinner while watching whatever series the two of you get sucked into on netflix.

you’d be talking to conor, just chatting casually, always having been close with him since you started dating quinn.

too distracted to realize he’s walking towards you, he walks up and engulfs you in a hug from behind.

“Q!!” you’d squeal, laughing as conor takes that as his cue to leave, saying a short goodbye and offering a small wave.

turning around in his arms, you come face to face with your slightly damp and scruffy looking boyfriend, loving his post-shower appearance after every game.

“enjoy the game?” he asks, admiring the joy on your face that only he seems to bring out.

“duh! you scored twice, how could i not?”

quinn’s ego inflates three sizes, remembering what spurred the second goal.

“oh, speaking of, who was your new friend tonight? sure you don’t want me to just buy out the seats next to you every game?” he’d only half joke, not letting you know he has genuinely thought about it before.

you rolled your eyes at him, swatting his chest. “just some chad, brad, or whatever else people name their overly confident, dickish sons.”

your words cause alarm bells in quinn’s brain, his tone suddenly turning serious. “what do you mean by ‘dickish’? did he get handsy? say something to you? do i need to make a call to make sure he never steps foot in this arena again?”

“no! no, nothing like that. he was harmless, just thought he could impress the pretty girl next to him with all kinds of hockey talk,” you’re quick to explain, watching quinn’s jaw visibly relax. “most of which he had wrong, by the way,” you continue. “but then he asked if i was here alone, and i told him no, that my boyfriend was on the ice, but he didn’t believe me. especially not when i told him it was you, the captain of the team.”

it was quinn’s turn to roll his eyes. people never tend to believe you when you tell them he’s your boyfriend, considering you two have kept your relationship decently private. if anything, they shouldn’t believe you’re his girlfriend, still shocked at how he managed to snag someone so out of his league.

“then, after you scored he made some stupid comment about ‘aren’t you going to congratulate your boyfriend?’ as if i had a direct line to you on the ice or something,” you kept explaining to him, causing him to recall the sour look on your face when he was watching you from the bench.

he kept seeing the man turn to you and make comments, figuring he was trying to get you to engage with him. you ignored him, though, giving him side glances every few minutes with a look of annoyance.

“but, after you came over and did your ‘sweetheart’ celly, he finally shut up and left me alone,” you giggled, referencing the goal celebration quinn coined for you. he’ll skate over to the glass where you sit, pretending to lick all five of his fingers as if he’s cleaning ‘sugar’ off of them, then points to you and draws a heart in the air before skating away with a wink.

quinn smiles in triumph, happy that his plan worked.

after watching the scene you just explained play out, he knew he needed an excuse to show some big display of affection so your seat mate would get the hint. so, he turned the dial up to ten and was taking every shot he could.

he hopes the glare he gave the man as he skated away from you was partially to thank, too. even though the second he saw your excitement-filled cheering for him, the man beside of you was (mostly) forgotten.

“well, i hope he realizes you only go for guys who can score both on and off the ice,” he winks down at you, knowing his choice of words was corny, but they succeeded in coaxing out the sweet sound of your laughter that he wanted needed to hear.

he loves knowing that you only get this giggly and carefree with him; knowing that he’s the one that gets to take you home each night. the security he feels in your relationship is unlike anything he’s ever known, blown away at how fully and wholly you love him, always hearing you tell everyone who will listen to you when you think he’s not paying attention.

even if he does manage to get grumpy and annoyed when people flirt with you during games or when you’re out with the team, he knows you never even give them the time of day. every time he catches himself staring daggers at someone, all he finds when he looks at you is your pretty eyes already trained on him, making him forget about any ill feelings he has harbored in his chest, just like tonight.

“alright, captain jealousy, let’s get home so we can eat, i’m starving. i was thinking sushi and gilmore girls, what do you think?” you suggest, grabbing his hand and starting the familiar trek to the car garage.

quinn groans, hating how much you love the annoying mother daughter duo, mentally preparing himself for the hours of torture ahead of him, knowing he doesn’t stand a chance of changing your mind.

[toriaanin]

Shit Stirrer: A great cause with a dash of irony

Jumping into my first blog post with Nicola!

Looking fresh, well rested, gorgeous and Christmas ready from - I'm assuming - her family's Galway living room, Nicola posted a photo of herself today wearing 1 of 8 specially designed "Saltburn Insults" t-shirts. These limited edition t-shirts were created by Carey Mulligan and Emerald Fennell (director) to both celebrate one year since the release of the movie Saltburn on Netflix and, more importantly, to help raise funds for War Child UK's "Emergency Christmas Appeal" fundraising efforts. War Child UK's single goal is to ensure a safe future for every child affected by war. This is a cause we know Nicola stands firmly behind! If you're interested in supporting this important cause, follow this link for the t-shirt Nicola is wearing... or scroll to the bottom of the Everpress page to see the other 7 "Saltburn Insults" t-shirts on offer: https://everpress.com/warchild-x-shitstirrer#more-info

So what, you ask, did I mean about that dash of irony?

Look at the angelic look on her face. Nicola, a shit stirrer? Shady Whistledown herself?! Maybe, perhaps sometimes 😉

Over the last week the Lukola fans in my chat groups as well as those sharing thoughts in my live streams, or those sending me DMs, have been expressing the same thing: exhaustion! They (heck... me too. We!) are tired and feeling a whole lot of frustration. Some quotes:

"I feel like we're all here trying to defend Nicola and Luke, trying to fight off all the negative propaganda being put out by the Jakolas and trolls, and all the while Nicola is the one feeding much of the {front facing} narrative. I'm tired and discouraged." "I believe they're together - 100% I do - but I'm tired of not knowing for sure and it's annoying to spend so much time worrying about a couple that may only come clean years from now, or if they get papped." "I'm sick to death of breadcrumbs. I want the whole loaf now!"

Yet we also laughed at the ironic humour in Nicola as a "Shit Stirrer"; the primary distributor (and organizer of other distributors, with Shonda's & JVN's help sometimes) of breadcrumbs, morsels and golden nuggets! The breadcrumbs are so much fun to find, and they can also be confusing and frustrating! Shit stirrer indeed. Xx

Nicola also has ruffled some feathers because of her political and social beliefs (support of the LGBTQ community [Gay Icon!] and abortion rights in Northern Ireland), humanitarian work. From my perspective, GOOD work! To others who perhaps have a vested interest in the status quo? Shit stirrer indeed. Xx

Yes, we Lukola fans know that Nicola and Luke don't owe us anything and that privacy is their right. We also know that Tomdaya took years before they acknowledged their relationship publicly. We should be prepared for the long haul, yes? Yes. 🥴 Le sigh.

As we enter into a new year I know the question for me will be how much of my time, energy and heart will I place into all things Lukola? Over the next week or so I'll think about the wonderful connections I've made in our Lukola community (and the angst I've experienced because of divisions)... I'll think about how fun breadcrumb speculation is, how I relish the hunt for golden nuggets (those solid truths that are ballast for our ship)... and of course the enthusiasm (and agony) that I feel for the ongoing watch for launch.

Today I'm feeling tired and at times, discouraged. My plan is to relax, reassess and come to 2025 with a fresh mindset. No obsession... just patience and fun will be the aim... and keeping up with this blog too.

Will you be on the ship with me in 2025? Or will Nicola and Luke launch before the New Year and save us all from the misery?! Ha!!

Cheers to Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Seasonal Celebrations... and to my fellow Commonwealth Countries, Yay for Boxer - I mean Boxing - Day (Dec 26th)!!

P.S. Best doggos in the whole wide world! Convince me otherwise ;-)

[fishnapple]

CRYSTAL READING : Shine the light on your hidden fears and give them a hug.

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Feedback is much appreciated ❤️

About me | Masterpost

Buy me a drink or book a reading with me - KO-FI (Read this post : personal reading)

1. Strawberry quartz

I keep seeing the troupe in movies and books about the pairing of an innocent child with a jaded, big grown-up who ended up travelling together through some fateful encounter, like the series Sweet tooth in Netflix (recommended)

Your outer appearance and the image that everyone sees may not fully reflects who you really are inside. This is a subconscious fear that you yourself not really aware of.

A fear of letting your vulnerable side, your childlike, innermost pure part of yourself out into the open. Some part deep within you yearns to let go, to be able to just exist without fear, worries and restrictions, to feel as one with people, to be soft and be taken care of. Somehow you find it’s hard to accept it, to act in that way would be considered as ‘weak’ by you. So you try to drown out that inner voice by speaking in a louder voice to the world.

In the eyes of the world, you show no trace of fear and insecurity. A confident, secured, friendly image. Your words hold weight, people listen to you but sometimes your communicating style would be perceived as rough and forceful. The repressed part in you would somehow find some ways to sneak out, to be expressed. If you ever have had some sudden emotional outbursts, some hurtful words blurted out unconsciously, take a deep breath and think carefully about what is the cause of it. Anything that is perceived as restriction coming from others would trigger a lash out, like a challenge to your unshakable confidence. Your inner-self has been already under so much restrictions by yourself, any outside force would just put more oil into the fire.

Just your acknowledgement of this part about yourself would help tremendously. Instead of always trying to be strong and powerful, being more open to the tender part of yourself would bring a wave of awareness to other people also. You have the potential to be a great teacher that can bring changes. You can show to others that sometimes it’s okay to be weak, it’s okay to just float, to feel lost sometimes. Let the child walks with you side by side, not fearfully hiding behind.

2. Flourite

The stone that represents you landed right on the center of the chart. Somehow whatever fear you are having, there is this part of you that is just immovable. The lesson is to always find the way back to that center place.

You have a very open aura that is warm like sunshine. Others could see your optimism clearly. You express what you believe in without reservation and judgment, the same is applied for other’s belief and opinions also. But then later on, you would sometimes have doubts about how would your way of living your life and your beliefs are perceived by other people.

You stay true to yourself. Your authenticity is shining, because it’s so visible, there are bound to be some clashes with others. Not everyone can agree with your way readily.

Your fear would be about saying something that is considered outlandish and then be judged harshly for it. Would your closed ones and people around you accept your authenticity with open arms? Would their affection decrease when they are not agreeing with you? Would you be considered weird if you speak the truth? Those would be some doubts that you have.

But there is something that you need to consider. Would a clash in opinions or the way you live really would bring estrangement? Of course, you will always be judged by someone. You can’t control other’s judgment, but not everyone is like that. Some will embrace your quirks lovingly. Maybe you can’t charm the mass, but there will be some crowds that will appreciate what you have to offer, your insights, your compassion, your generosity, your authenticity.

If you seek a sense of belonging in people, just find the right people for you. Know that differences don’t have to mean solitude.

3. Amethyst

So scattered and distant. I sense a fear of hopelessness, that life would one day becomes bleak and empty without meaning.

Loneliness and solitude.

Fear of having the loved ones going away, of having the love in your hands to offer but don't know whom to offer that love.

Fear of losing control of one's life, being pushed around by outside forces. That would be some twists of fate, sudden change and lost that make you feel helpless and can't act against them.

I get so many fears in this group, it feels so heavy, I wish you peace and love. I don't know your age but the energy feels young, a young heart having to pass a mission from the early days, have to endure so much and carry a burden on the mind so that the a resilient spirit can be forged. Imagine a story about a young one going on a quest to gather lost treasures and making friends along the journey, there would be both loss and joy. I think that the treasures that the main character, you, seeks and need to bring back home is your inner child, the guiding light within you. By having that light back, even when you travel alone in the dark, you won't feel lost and powerless.

In the face of confusion and loss, keeping a light and tender heart, talking with friends, making something, cook your favourite dish would help you feel more connected with life. Keep your faith in the joy of life, there is always something worth living for.

If you feel that life is moving too slowly for you and crave some changes, think very hard about what you really need from that change, maybe you have been holding that treasure all along.

4. Citrine

I'm seeing a Torii gate of Japan (image below) with the sun rising behind.

Venus stone is standing in front of it, small and distant. I feel a certain fear concerning learning, self-worth and life enjoyment.

There is a gate being open in front of you but you are afraid to cross over, the light of the sun is calling you but you are hesitant.

Is there anything you long to say or to learn but couldn't find the right time or opportunity for it ? Something you enjoy learning but fear that it would take so much time and works, that it would take you away from your safe and familiar environment.

This is the hurdle that you need to pass. Always keep the inspiration steady, follow it and don't look around, you will find you self passed the gate already.

You may have a fear of facing changes, big one, both with relationship with people and in your career, people's perception of you would change if you make some big changes.

This is a call to focus on finding more about what you want to learn, what you are taking in to form your own life's philosophy, finding the "meaning of life". It needn't be something grand, the meaning lies in each step you take.

You may find yourself becoming more interested in spirituality, being fascinated by other cultures. There would be some hidden force at play here, nudging you toward the gate.

Take one step at a time, you may find help and abundance along the way, with so much opportunities to connect and trading thoughts with new people.

*The Torii gate*

5. Obsidian

A kite is flying. There is some kind of fear concerning relationships. Once a relationship has taken off, you fear that it will be scrutinized and judged by everyone around you, maybe you even fear that it goes against the moral code of your society.

There is a desire to be free of restrictive rule and the fear of being overshadowed by some authority figure deep within you.

I sense a lot of overbearing and harsh energy around you. Maybe they come from your teacher, some kind of mentor, someone you look up to, a feminine figure close to you or someone in the role of a nurturer but their nurturing style is quite dominant and smothering. They may mean well but their words are sharp and cold that could deal a heavy blow to your sense of self worth and shaking your confidence. Making you stay behind them under the name of protection.

The message for you would be about finding your voice, be the authoritative voice for yourself, step out of the shadow. Especially in relationships. Whether it is romantic or platonic, relationships with families and authority, be aware of any imbalance in the power dynamic at play. Be mindful of the role as "helper", who is serving whom, who is getting served.

Maybe you would develop some kind of obsessive routines or perfectionism in how to carry out your job to counter-balance the feeling of passivity and the lack of freedom.

Having control of your daily life to strengthen your sense of autonomy, from the small decisions such as what to eat, when to sleep to big decisions like how to do your job, what habit and routine to practice and adopt.

Love.

[sunkeji]

Things Highschool Satoru does during the talking stage(?) of your relationship

a/n: yes I base whatever I write off of my own experiences 🤭

synopsis: self explanatory from the title

tags: none! Except not proofread?

Sends you tik toks of date ideas to do with you. And it really does happen unlike some of your friendships 🤨. Going on dates to try new cafés/restaurants, hangout/study spots or doing whatever new trend pops up on tik tok. He may be a bit shy to go on a date with you alone so he calls it a group date or whatever and invites Suguru and Ieiri to join.

New café opening at the mall? He's got it written on his date ideas with you. Insists you all buy a different meal each and share it with each other to try a bit of everything. If you're down for dessert, he makes Ieiri and Suguru buy their own ice cream/acai and share it between themselves while the two of you share one together. (Of course they made Gojo pay)

Although he got a spoon for each of you, he actually really wants to feed you but he's too shy. Suguru and Ieiri gotta prompt him sometimes. Since they got a different set of flavours then you, they ask you and Gojo to try some of theirs. The two of them are smiling at Satoru and teasing him by saying "Go on Satoru, feed y/n some of our acai. I'm sure they're veryyy curious as to what our flavour is 😏😏"

Satoru feels like strangling the two of them because they're being so obvious but he can't say shit right now cause he gotta be cute in front of you so he tries to act all smooth and feed you anyways. "Come on y/n say ahh, I'll feed you some of their acai" he's all bushy after that and the teasing duo at the back are snickering at him.

Satoru invites you over to his house to study or play and the rest of your friend group like Suguru, Ieiri, Kento and Yu. Everyone knows he likes you because of the clear difference in treatment he gives you compared to others.

Y'all could be playing any multiplayer game and he always goes easy on you. Playing Uno and your next? He saves his +4 card for Ieiri. Playing Monopoly and he's somehow a landlord tycoon with several owned properties? He gives you special discounts if you do something cute for him. (If you ask why he doesn't give any discounts to the others, Satoru just gives you this look: 😶)

Never played with a PlayStation/nintendo before? Good. Satoru is brimming with joy because he gets to teach you how to play one on one with the device. Every time you come over, he offers you either one of his devices so the two of you can play together.

Satoru also insists on sharing his netflix account with you (and the others if they pester him enough) both him and you got your own profiles. Yours has a cute heart beside your name while the other losers get to share one profile named; for the extras.

[desirediariesx]

diary entry #22

I love watching my boyfriend fuck my friends

If you read diary entry #19 you know that I recently set up a suprise for my bf involving one of my friends. He got to fuck her and cum in her, but the catch was that he was blindfolded the entire time and never got to actually see who she was. I thought that was really fun honestly haha. We went out to dinner with her the next day and ended up getting pretty drunk with her and a few of our other friends.

She didn't want to go all the way home afterwords (she lives far away), and we offered to let her stay at our place. She gave me a sly, knowing smile when I dropped the invite. I'm sure she knew what I had planned.

When we got back we decided to watch some netflix, and we ended up watching the new live action of the Avatar show. (They butchered it for anyone wondering). We ended up sitting with him in the middle of us and we started gradually getting more and more cuddly with each other.

At one point I said. "You know what I really wanna see, more than this crappy show?". "What?" my bf asked. "I wanna watch you guys makeout". He looked a little suprised cause I knew he never thought I would want him to do stuff with one of my friends, but I could also tell he was pretty excited. "Are you sure?" he asked. "YES!" I replied.

My friend smiled at me and leaned in. She grabbed my hand and held on to it while she kissed him, it was hot watching their tongues touch hehe. I started to get wetter and wetter while they kissed, and eventulally I started touching myself through my panties. I moved my friend's hand from mine, down to my bf's cock, and we both started rubbing it through his shorts.

I unzipped them and pulled out his cock so we could feel it. We were jerking him off together while he made out with my friend. It was so hot to watch. We were like holding hands with his cock in between them.

"I want to see you ride him" I said. She stood up, I kissed her, and pulled down her panties from under her skirt. I had her face him and get on top of him while he was sitting on the couch. I got on my knees behind them and watched closely as he slid into her. It was so hot to see. They kissed while she started bouncing up and down on his dick. I was rubbing my pussy the entire time watching them from right behind her.

I knew I wanted to taste and I stuck out my tongue and started licking at her from behind. I could taste her pussy on his cock as she slid up and down and it drove me wild. I even licked her ass while she fucked him which was a first for me. I loved it tho. It made me feel so submissive somehow.

I kepting telling him to cum in her, and that I wanted to watch it drip out. I got to watch her cum while she was riding him, and moments later he was cumming in her. When his cock slid out of her all the cum dripped out on to him and it was honestly the hottest thing I have ever seen. "Fuck, that was even better than the first time" she said.

The moment she said that I saw the realization dawn on his face. It was her that he was fucking the night before. We spent the rest of the night cuddling and kissing while watching the rest of the butchery that was the Avatar. Such a good experience

[notintattooine]

sleepovers | anakin skywalker

warnings: 18+ established relationship, nipple play, oral (f receiving). not proofread.

a/n: i love dilf! anakin, he lives in my head rent free <3 also if you’re a minor, go read something else! also first post!!! hi!!!

the twins’ toys were scattered across the living room floor, crayons and coloring pages sprawled out along the kitchen table. remnants of children you had just dropped off for a sleepover at the kenobi’s. the sound of anakin’s car roared into the garage, followed by his jogging up the steps.

“ah hi gorgeous.” he smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“hi ani, how was work?” you ask, inhaling the scent of oil mixed with his cologne.

“alright, missed you.” he mumbled, pressing open mouthed kisses to your throat.

anakin flooded your senses, everything was just so perfect and him. pawing at him you pushed him away. “I thought we were going to have a date night.”

“actually, i bought us something.” anakin said, rummaging through the fridge. “ah ha!”

pulling out a bottle of wine, he held it up triumphantly before grabbing two glasses out of the cupboard. he fished around in the drawers for a corkscrew before finding one, opening the bottle and pouring some in each glass.

“i was thinking we could spend the night in?” anakin smiled, raising his eyebrows. “drink some wine, watch a movie.”

“oh cause we always get so far into the movie.” you chuckled, taking the glass he offered you. “fine. i'm picking though.”

“yes ma’am.” raising his hand in defense, he smiled.

you flipped through netflix before deciding on a horror film. laying against anakin, you occasionally took a sip of wine or pressed a kiss to his cheek.

-

you made it around fifteen minutes in before anakin placed his hand on your thigh. definitely a new record, you thought to yourself before turning to him.

“watch the movie.” he scolded. he was focused on the screen, but his hand said otherwise.

if he wanted to play that game you could too, pressing your lips to his most sensitive spot behind his ear, you lightly nibbled. his body immediately tensed and you could feel him resisting the urge to moan.

before you could register, he had you pinned to the couch. hovering above you, he ran his gaze along your body like an animal. smiling he leant down, capturing your lips in his. he kissed you hard and fast, tongue slipping in and out of your mouth. his hands found the hem of your shirt, pulling it up over your head.

“ah there’s my girls.” he chuckled as your bare breasts were exposed.

kissing from your lips down your chin he smiled against your skin. finally he reached your chest, taking a nipple in his mouth he lightly bit it, causing a jolt to shoot through your core.

“oh fuck.” you whimpered, clutching at his shoulders.

“aw is my baby sensitive?” he mocked, biting harder, earning a yelp.

he continued his assault on your breasts till your eyes were brimming with tears and the flesh was purple.

“take these off.” he said, motioning to your jeans. “now.”

nodding furiously, you fumbled with the buttons before pulling them down. kicking them off in any direction you gazed up at him.

“those too.” he said, nodding toward your underwear.

making quick work of them, you were completely bare in front of him. the blue is his eyes was blown into lust, but there was an underlying softness as he gazed at you.

beginning at your nose, he pressed kisses all the way down to your tummy before smiling up at you.

“god been thinking about this pussy all day.” spreading your thighs, as he smiled up at you.

like a man starved he dove in, latching his lips to your clit. startled moans leaving your lips as he lapped at your core. every flick of his tongue was more and more intense, your wetness coating his face and chin.

“ani, want you-“ you whined, but if he heard you he ignored it.

making out with your core, he was rock hard occasionally rutting into the mattress for relief. his moans vibrated up and you swore you could feel them in your chest.

“ani- fuck. so close.” you warned, trying to pull him back but it only seemed to encourage him.

then it hit you, pure white bliss while you involuntarily squeezed his face with your thighs. closing your eyes, you fell against the pillows, chest heaving.

“oh sweet girl, i’m just getting started.” anakin smiled, leaning down to press his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his lips.

the kids should go to more sleepovers.

[haespoir]

cave me in: mkl.

⨯ pairing: plug!mark x reader

⨯ word count: 1.3k 

⨯ summary: haechan introduces you to his dealer friend, and mark lee makes it so hard to keep the relationship strictly business. not that you minded anyways. 

⨯ warnings: mentions of drugs (weed), some suggestive content, i think thats it enjoy :3

⨯ playlist: cave me in, gallant / half moon, dean / wfm, realestk 

⨯ extra content: part two

⨯ a/n: im completely normal about mark lee i swear ty @markonthemoon​ for furthering my completely normal feelings about mark lee... there might be a part two. 

. . . 

It had been at least 3 hours since you had picked up edibles from Mark. Three whole ass hours, and yet he was still laying on his bed feeling less than whole. Who did you buy them for? Were you getting high with someone else? Was it a guy? 

The first time Haechan had introduced you to him he didn’t pay it any mind. You were a close friend of the younger male’s situation-ship… Whatever the fuck that was. But it was no more than that in his eyes. You were someone who occasionally bought from him, and you were always so polite about it too. And for some unknown reason, or at least unknown to him, that bothered him. A few weeks later, a not-so-sober conversation with Haechan revealed that Mark had a crush on you. One he denied vehemently. Though he guessed out of everyone he sold to, you were the most ideal to date. 

Who the fuck said anything about dating? 

Mark shakes his head as if to rid himself of such wild thoughts. “I’m just hungry,” he says to himself, thinking of ways he could fill that empty void in his stomach. If only he knew, there was no amount of food that would help him feel whole. He grabs his phone, shooting a quick text to someone who knew would also be high at this time. 

mark [11:48 pm]: ramen?  jungwoo [11:50 pm]: and netflix?  jungwoo [11:50 pm]: mark… are you asking me to hook up?  jungwoo [11:51 pm]: say less baby i’m otw!  mark [11:53 pm]: dude what mark [11:53 pm]: no, just ramen  jungwoo [11:55 pm]: mark lee you want me so bad  mark [11:57 pm]: hurry before i change my mind

Jungwoo’s texts cause Mark to roll his eyes, but he grabs his keys. “Yo, Haechan,” he calls out, peeking into the male’s LED-lit room. On his monitor, he sees a discord call and what he believes is your profile picture. Why were you on call with him? “I’m going get ramen with Zeus, want anything?” 

“Nah, I’m going over to my girl’s in a bit,” Haechan replies, smoothly muting the call as he gives his roommate his attention. “I’ll just see you in the morning?” Mark hums, and he’s out the door quickly. He doesn’t want to even think about the relationship between you and Haechan, not when there’s a green little monster creeping through his veins. 

Once Haechan is sure Mark is gone, he’s unmuting the call. “Personally, I think he’s into you.” 

Though he can’t see it, you’re rolling your eyes. “Haechan, you’re just saying that. You’re tired of me third wheeling?” 

“Listen... Your words, not mine, sweetheart,” he says simply. 

“Whatever dude,” you sigh, rolling onto your side on your bed. “Have fun with your shawty. I’m going to sleep.” 

“Just ask him to smoke you out or something,” Haechan says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to do. “I’m leaving.” 

You hear the noise of him leaving the call before you can even reply, and you’re once again rolling your eyes. You didn’t understand how your friend was into Haechan. What a fucking brat. 

I mean, you can’t just ask someone to smoke you out, right? Isn’t that something that’s offered? You groan loudly at the thought, locking your phone and tossing it on the floor. “Fuck you, Haechan,” you think bitterly. Why the hell did he have to put that godforsaken idea in your mind? 

Because the idea doesn’t leave your mind for weeks after that night. Every time you buy from Mark, you find it harder and harder to deny your attraction to the male. His actions don’t help much either. In fact, you’re convinced you’re delusional. There was no other reason. 

You had mentioned you liked rice krispie treats, and suddenly Mark has rice krispie treat edibles. With extra marshmallows no less.  

One time you heard your friends complaining that Mark had increased his prices. Which was odd because you were spending less on weed than you ever had before. Maybe they were just buying more? 

Or sometimes there’s a small baggie of only the clear gummy bears with the things you buy from him. It’s not like you had told him that the only valid flavor of gummy bears was the clear ones. 

These things weren’t just coincidences, right? Or were they? Haechan also liked marshmallow treats, so maybe they were for him. You had taken a liking to edibles, so you weren’t smoking as much as you used to. Meaning you were spending less money anyways. And Mark said that he liked the red gummy bears the most, so surely, you were just getting the ones he didn’t like. 

You let out a loud groan, ignoring the call from Haechan on Discord. Instead, you opt to shove your face into your pillow before letting out a small scream. Mark Lee was driving you absolutely crazy. 

Perhaps if you picked that call up, the text messages that flashed on your screen 30 minutes later would not have sent you into the panic that they did. 

mark [12:20 am]: yo mark [12:20 am]: i got a new strain  mark [12:20 am]: let me smoke you out? 

Maybe Haechan wasn’t a brat, and maybe you would thank him for this at your wedding years later. But none of that matters when Mark Lee is asking to smoke you out. 

you [12:29 am]: uh yea you [12:29 am]: my place?  mark [12:32 am]: say less mark [12:32 am]: i’ll bring your favorite gummies

He does bring them, and he does smoke you out. Which is why you find yourself in the position that you do. You’re sitting on the floor in your living room, your cheek pressed against Mark’s knee as he sits on your couch. You swear he looks perfect from this angle; his hair is pushed back by a headband he had stolen from you a few days ago, claiming he thought it was like a personal head massage device. You can see the way his eyes are slightly red, and you’re sure yours look exactly like his. Most importantly, his neck is on display, and you want to do nothing more than mark it up. It takes everything in you to not climb into his lap and do exactly that. 

“You look like a puppy,” Mark says, running his fingers through your hair, stopping when he reaches your ear. He’s rubbing small circles on your earlobe with this thumb, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. “My puppy.” 

God, Mark Lee was dangerous. Absolutely lethal. You groan at his words, pressing your face into his thigh to hide away from him. Unfortunately for you, this has the opposite effect, and there is no such thing as hiding from him. The sight of you nearly burying your face into his lap like this does wonders for Mark’s confidence. 

“Come here.” It’s a demand from him, and it’s one that you quickly listen to as he guides you to straddle his lap. In this new position, Mark’s hands quickly go to your thighs; the grip he has is almost bruising. But you don’t mind it, not when Mark’s got his head resting on the back of your couch and he’s staring at you in a way that makes you nervous. 

“Sorry for making you wait,” he says, and you’re feeling a bit confused. “Haechan might have given me a hint or two.” 

The confusion is gone quickly; you were going to strangle that kid. 

Mark laughs at the look on your face, easily reading the emotions as if you were an open book to him. “Don’t think about it, we’ve got a lot of time to make up for.” 

And when Mark Lee presses a kiss against your jaw, his hands traveling under your shirt, you know you’re done for. 

[pascallatte]

Payback

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Actress!reader

Summary: a behind the scene moment, filmed by Pedro himself. A closer look at the chaos that happens in between takes.

Date: Nov 2016

Warning/s: none just pure old fluff

A/N: Yeahhhhh, why does it feel so long since I've posted something?? Also, Twitter fics will be posted a day after the main fic is posted (will post more info soon). Anyways, here I am again with a new fic, hope you enjoy this like you did with my past ones!! Happy reading.

The set of narcos on and off screen can be described as…chaotic. It may be because of the cast themselves. The teasing, between Pedro and you, is something that isn’t new. And with Pedro posting on Instagram another one of those videos you and him, while preparing for the second season, fans can think that their game still hasn’t been set straight. This leads us to this, to which fans say the Normalcy of the relationship between you and Pedro.

Caption

@yourusername, always gives me a hard time while shooting, it’s payback time.❤️ #NarcosSeason2 #Netflix 

As soon as the video started, it blinded whoever was watching because of the intense light that was given by the sun that day. Pedro, who was recording, panned the phone around to catch a small behind-the-scenes look. Clearing his throat he flips the camera to show himself, fully clothed as the hardcore agent, Javier Pena.

“Hello, I was given the chance to go on break while they,” points to you and Boyd behind him, who was talking to one of the producers, “shoot some more things. While waiting, I’m just going to sit in this chair and eat what I can.” He gets comfortable on his designated make-up chair reaching for some snacks before popping them in his mouth. 

“Why eat what I can? Its because-, “ flips the phone to you and zooms in on your red sweat-covered face, which actually still looked good despite being under the sun for almost the whole day,”-‘cause, ducky over there would come here, soon, and take all these-these snacks, especially these small cheese filled biscuits. She likes them.” He whispers to himself or rather the camera, during the last part.

The phone almost slips from his hands as he tries to zoom in for a closer view, which he gets. You and Boyd were seen smiling to the crew as you walked in his direction, presumably already given the signal for you to be able to take a break. Still far, he follows your move as you walk towards him looking straight past the camera at him, smiling and waving. Unconsciously he whispers to himself, “Ah tan bonita, bebe.” So pretty, baby.

You were stopped just a few feet away from him by a staff member, allowing him to hide the phone while still being able to record the whole thing. Placing it down in front of him and flips to see Pedro leaning on the armrest. Turning to look at you, with a look that tells that he's waiting for you to look at him as he gives an adoring look towards your direction. 

“Hola Pedrito,” you said in a soft tired voice. Your voice was heard first receiving a smile from Pedro as you circle around his chair and hug him from behind, whispering to him as he looked at you nodding. The camera was then fixed to see the two of you, you hugging Pedro from behind, a small peck placed on his cheek. You were seen smiling at him before you take a sip from the drink that he has offered you. 

Just noticing the camera, you turn your head to him, gesturing to the phone that he’d set up. As you stood straight, taking his drink with you. Raising a brow, giving him a questioning look, “¿qué estás haciendo?” what are you doing?

Grinning up at you, he subtlely reached for your hand, making sure it wasn’t seen on tape, “Te estoy grabando.” I'm recording you. 

“¿Desde cuando?” a nervous chuckle escaped you, fighting the panicked look that was about to escape you, knowing what this was all about now. Since when?

He laughs at your expression, reaching up for his drink and responding with a “Desde antes de que llamaran a un descanso.” Making you raise the drink-filled cup away from him. Since before they called for a break.

Setting the cup somewhere out of the frame, you came back to look at him suddenly slapping his thighs and walking away mumbling, “Ayayay Pedro.”

An amused “Why?!” was heard from him before the video ended. And if that wasn't enough, it was followed by another one.

You were now sitting next to him, almost shoulder to shoulder, still enjoying the break given to you. In the entirety of the video, you were seen reaching into the same bags of chips or bowls of candies that he reaches for, getting the same thing he already has. And not only the food but also the drinks.

Besides you copying every bite or drink he does, you also copy his gestures. From the eyebrow-raising to adjusting himself in his seat, the hair flips, and the most iconic, as you call it, brushing-of-the-mustache.

It wasn’t that Pedro wasn’t aware of your antics, he just thought that it was a coincidence. So when he sees you do the gesture on your invisible moustache as well as drinking from a cup, he knows that you were on to something. And he’s going to stop it before it even happens.

Pedro calls your name out of the blue, unaware that he already knows, and calls out his name too.

“Y/n.”

“Pedro.”

He stares at you. Long enough to make you falter and tilt your head in confusion. Still making eye contact he takes a sip, in which you copy (obviously).

He grunts at what seems like a confirmation to him as he was seen nodding his head. Placing his cup down in front of the phone camera, he leans closer to you.

“Stop copying me.”

Letting out a soft laugh, “What? I’m not.” You feigned innocence backing up as he leans in closer. You look to your left at the camera, shaking your head.

You were only able to hear a short “Okay,” before you were pulled to the side as Pedro’s arm softly pulls you to him. Now laughing, you try to move away by hitting his torso and pulling his arm. But you just stayed in place, sadly for you.

“You can’t copy me now, can’t you?” He teases as he looks down at you, who was huffing out a breath hands on the forearm around your neck.

“Isn’t this abuse?” You lightly said, jabbing his chest. Causing him to loosen his hold a bit, allowing you to look at him. And to your surprise, you were closer than what you’d imagined, almost nose to nose.

“Nope,” he whispers before tightening his hold on now your shoulders, how it got there is something you don’t have a clue on. Squeezing you tightly, Pedro leans back on his chair making the two of you topple down, laughs and wheezes were heard before the phone was taken by Pedro to show you on the floor still laughing your hair covering your face.

The short video ended with a very…funny, or you'd like to say "a disgrace of a shot," close-up of your face all red from the laughing.

•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙

Taglist: @benonlinear @t-stark35 @heyitsme-2 @elleeeee21 @holmesstrange @tagakalat @flyestvenustrap @oldermenaremyreligion @cherryred444 @hobiismyhopeu @ilovehotdadsandshit @djarinsstuff @guacala @avengersheart @pukka-latte @lilvampirina @namgification @mmkkzz (bolded blog/s: I can't seem to find you guys' accounts but I'll still tag in case it works)

[ofmdrecaps]

10/01/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Vico Ortiz; Samba Schutte; Daily Clowning Reminders; Great Causes; OFMD Buys Boats: Charit Raffle!; Fan Spotlight: OFMD Colouring Pages; Citizen Dame; Love Notes;

== David Jenkins ==

I absolutely LOVE how much David is continuing to engage with us! Shout out to the darling @ajmckay over on twitter for the Apple prompts!

Source: David Jenkins Twitter

== Rhys Darby ==

There's a new short The Cryptid Factor episode, this time Rhys is looking for Bigfoot!

Source: The Cryptid Factor Patreon

== Vico Ortiz ==

Vico out with friends at the LatinX New Play Festival!

== Samba Schutte ==

A while back, Samba took part in a short film by Valerie Chaney, and Valerie was kind enough to share some BTS about it! There were LOTS of videos so I move them over to the repo so you could see them.

Want to see more BTS? Check out more Best Life BTS on the repo.

Source: ValerieandChaney Instagram

Also, Samba shared an old video game sketch he did!

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== Ruibo Qian ==

I wasn't able to save the original Instagram story in time-- but our fabulous crewmate @lisahafey reached out to Ruibo about her clown killing story! And guess what? Our pirate Queen ANSWERED! Congrats Lisa!! So happy for you dear! Thanks for letting me share this with the crew!

Source: Lisa Hafey's Twitter

== Daily Clowning Reminders! ==

If you haven't already done so - please remember to do these low spoons required things to help with the potential Netflix OFMD renewal! https://help.netflix.com/en/titlerequest !

Source: aproperpirate's Twitter

Also too, if you have a few extra moments, want to help get one of our captains shows on Netflix? Please request Wrecked as well!

Source: Elphia's Twitter

== More Great Causes ==

Another crewmate ghostalfanserv on twitter is offering up some incentives to help out the Lebanese Red Cross! Wanna help out? Here's the deets! (The sheer talent and kindness of this crew is astonishing, yall rock!)

Works / Bookmarks / Donation Page

Source: GhostalFanServ's Twitter

== OFMD Buys Boats - The Raffle! ==

Are you following the Tiny Boat Crew Charity Raffle? If not, please do! You could win one of Auntie's Tiny boats! They've been confirmed as authentic by our dear Lindsey Cantrell! The group doing this is so sweet and trying to raise money for great causes! Here's their info!

Linktr.ee

Instagram

Twitter

Reddit

Tumblr

Facebook

You can sign up for email updates here!

Or Email them at ofmd.buys.boats@gmail.com!

Here's some more info on the Tiny Boats journey!

Source: OFMD Buys Boats Facebook

== Fan Spotlight ==

= OFMD Colouring Pages =

Our friend @patchworkpiratebear is back with more colouring pages! I love how complex they have gotten! (The Honking one is so getting colored by my kid this weekend).

Source: Patchwork Pirate Bear's Tumblr

= Citizen Dame Podcast =

Citizen Dame's Patreon Exclusive OFMD Episodes are back with Season 2 Episode 1! If you're a patron (or want to join), check it out below!

Source: Citizen Dame Podcast Patreon

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies! So much honking going on! We even have Ruibo Honking! And Honking coloring pages! That's all so great! I realize this is another short one today, but I wanted to take a moment to remind you of something so easily forgotten now a days.

You are human.

You are fallible.

You are messy. You make mistakes.

But you know what else you are? You are worthy. You are beautiful. You are complex. You are constantly learning.

But most of all-- You are loved. You aren't loved despite your flaws-- despite your fallibility and messiness-- you are loved because of every single one of the things above. You are wonderful because you are human. Your neighbor, your kid, your family, your moots, they are all wonderful because they make mistakes because they are fallible, because they are complex, because they are learning, and growing, because they are human. All of us are humans, lovelies, and that is such a fantastic thing. We learn, and we grow together, and we do our best when things go wrong to make them better for next time. Don't forget that your humanity, and your flaws are also what make you unique, and brilliant.

Don't give up okay? Don't let those things haunt you, but make you rise up and keep going. Love you crew <3

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[ordinaryschmuck]

The Streaming Wars are destroying animation!!!

This video reminded me that Netflix was originally making an animated adaptation of Bone, a comic series made by Jeff Smith. It was in the works before Netflix pulled the plug during production, causing the whole thing to get cancelled before seeing the light of day. Which is a shame because, with how much buzz shows like Gravity Falls, Adventure Time, Amphibia and many others get, an animated adaptation of Bone would BLOW UP.

For those who don’t know Bone was a comic series that often mixed cartoonish nonsense...

(Issue #1)

With, uh......This:

(SPOILERS BELOW)

It’s one of those things that tried to toe the line between being silly and serious, offering something goofy to draw kids in but also give them something dark to read as a way to help them grow up and transition them to more mature stories.

In other words, it did what these shows basically did:

All of these shows and the stories they told, to this day, are held in highest regards. They were safe ENOUGH for kids but still challenged them, scared them, and made them stronger for it. They were goofy, sure, but they knew how to push the envelope and deliver something anyone of any age could enjoy. Bone was like that for the nineties, and it could be like that again today.

Unfortunately, it didn’t get its chance. And other shows trying the same thing don’t either, often being punished for wanting to play the long game when studios want quick things that could make them a faster buck. Why invest in an animated project that often takes two years per episode when they could put money in bullshit reality TV that can give them dollars per year. Don’t let a potential hit like Bone happen to some of YOUR favorite cartoons. Do exactly as the video above says and share wherever you can all your favorite shows that deserved better.

And remember: Animation is under attack. Which side are you on?

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Terrible Influence Tour (2) Masterlist

part one

cornetto and a hot chocolate (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: a cute little stolen moment shared on a tour break 💙

exhale (ao3) - manchesterau

Summary: The first leg of the tour has just ended, Dan and Phil find a way to relax in their hotel room.

heart skipped a beat (ao3) - starryfaced

Summary: Dan and Phil have a day to spare in Stockholm - cue the seals and the meese, it's time to go to the zoo!

Hoodie Weather (ao3) - dat_carovieh

Summary: Dan loves wearing Phil's clothes

I have to tell you something (ao3) - solarpower21

Summary: Dan confesses he was the one behind the PhilsLion account.

iPads and Tour Bunks (ao3) - dnpangels

Summary: Phil tries to watch Netflix on his huge iPad in his tour bunk, but it falls on his face and causes him pain. Dan is there to make fun of him but also to comfort him.

Basically, it's just pure tour bus fluff.

Jacket Stolen From Husband (ao3) - danrifics

Summary: Dan wants to marry Phil, Phil wants to marry Dan. They’re both waiting for the other to propose.

james joint (ao3) - phook

Summary: dan and phil are gross and have been in love for 15 yrs and get high while visiting la for tit

lexicon of lip and fingertip (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: Phil sinks against Dan.

“Oi, hold your own weight,” Dan teases him. “Tudor princess.”

“And don’t you forget it,” Phil retorts, licking Dan’s neck.

liquorice ice cream (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil go on a date to the zoo.

Ocean Eyes (ao3) - easybubbyy

Summary: Dan and Phil as they work together on their world tour announcement, reflecting on their long-term partnership on set. The two take turns admiring each other throughout the day, exchanging glances and quiet moments. Both are eager to get home and finally spend some intimate time together, showing each other just how much they mean to one another...

PhilsLion (ao3) - danrifics

Summary: A fic in which Dan Howell admits he is PhilsLion on twitter after lying to the Helsinki preshow and saying he wasn’t

Phome is where the heart is (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: dan and phil go shopping at target while in Seattle for tit. they’re feeling festive for the season and a little sappy bc, well, duh 🧡

silent and sure, keeping watch in the night (ao3) - gaydreaming

Summary: Phil has always loved being on tour. The adventure, the sounds of the tour bus, the way his quality time with Dan takes on a different shape. On the road between Oslo and Helsinki, he sees some beautiful stars through the bus window and wakes Dan up in the middle of the night to enjoy them with him.

terrible headache: the tour (ao3) - antiadvil

Summary: Trying to get rid of a migraine isn't the easiest task, especially not when you're in a dressing room and people are expecting you onstage.

"that's what makeup is for!" (ao3) - latenightfanfic

Summary: dnp finally have a night alone to themselves in a hotel after a few drinks after being cooped up in a tour bus.

tired showers and comfy sheets (ao3) - majestichowell

Summary: dan and phil are back at the hotel after their show, they can’t wait to go to sleep.

When you're in the mirror, you're just looking at me (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: A morning, in a hotel during the tour. Dan thinks about tours past and present.

Words of Affirmation (ao3) - easybubbyy

Summary: Dan and Phil relax on their tour bus (tit), Dan offers to rub Phil's sore feet. Dan expresses his affection through gentle touches and sweet words. This leads to... well... fluffy sex. Warning: They are very in love. Inspired by Dan's recent Instagram story of Phil on their tour bus couch with his iPad.

wouldn't it be nice (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Four conversations Dan and Phil have in their tour bus beds over the years.

[gotskamstuff]

Do you think Rudy will come back after all this stuff coming out

Do I hope it until the very end? Yes, but it’s probably part of my coping mechanism and still being in denial.

Realistically? Sadly, I highly doubt it.

I think that even before the release of the finale he wanted to put a definite end to this experience…and honestly I think that all the shit online towards his girlfriend and the articles about the “feud” only made the situation worse. To me this collective behavior is only contributing to confirm his decision (and I’m not talking about expressing the disappointed towards the season and the writing, I’d be an hypocrite ‘cause I’m the n.1 doing it as you can see, I mean the insults and gossip and hate)

The only thing I could possibly maybe see for it to work out is if the producers get to a point of actually fearing for the show and result to close to begging him, offering more money or coming to an agreement for the shortest amount of episodes as possible.

But to be fair, we’re all focusing on Rudy but even the writers we don’t know if they want to or have the intention to do something about it, yes the backlash is massive and I’m the first one advocating under their social media (THE SHOW’S ONE, let’s leave the cast alone pls)…but it’s a big plot to turn around and we don’t know if they’re willing to, also ‘cause we don’t know how far S5 is already into writing, depends on how much there would be to scrap up and start again as well, delaying means more money and I don’t think at the moment Netflix is well intentioned for accommodating OBX and it’s madness. (Obx makes TONS of money for Netflix and they even invest so much into it with production budget, events, merch etc. so no one can convince me that THIS is the reason why they cut it short to one more season and that’s it…they renewed that shitshow that’s Elite since forever just for money)

I think it’s a hope that I don’t want to let go and I won’t give up advocating for it until I see them on that set until the very last day of shooting, but realistically I find it really really hard. To come to this it means that Rudy was probably well damn set on his decision.

Once again I believe that the truth stands in the middle, some of the speculations (even regarding the writers) are true and others very much blown up by fans and media…we don’t even know for certain if the writers want that, we need to take everything we read with a pinch of salt.

So long story short: I hope so and I’ll keep advocating for it (even for my own sanity) but I think it’s really really difficult.

One thing’s for sure…without JJ I’m not watching S5 and I mean it. I physically can’t.

[whatdudtheysay]

Annoying roommate Gojo

Cw - angry sex, unprotected, light spanking, no foreplay, Gojo's mean, degrading words

A/n - So sorry I haven't been active just been busy w lots of shit and planning stuff❤︎ - the rest is a mini rant

plus I got another Gojo X reader coming out but it's really long and the writer's block is hitting hard ❤︎

also sorry this will be kinda shortt cause I really wanna finish my drafts and get back onto Tumblr writing n I rlly hate this lnee → part 2! Part 3

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"Satoru! You're so annoying!" You complained, walking to where he was lounged on the couch, controller in hand as he focused on the TV.

"What did i do now, princess?" Gojo hummed, continuing to click the buttons.

You shot him a nasty glare at the sound of his little nickname he gave you. Sometimes you wonder if you should've just decided to take up your friend's offer of the spare room at her place but instead you decided to be 'independent'.

"First of all, stop leaving milk out and second of all, stop bringing your fuck buddies over."

Gojo sat up at this and you thought you'd get some sort of apology but instead he just shrugged. "No. My apartment, my rules."

You narrowed your brows at him, the urge to rip out his perfect white locs almost dominating over you. But instead you just decided to head back into the kitchen, slamming the now spoiled milk carton onto the kitchen island.

Before you headed into the bathroom, you heard the sound of Gojo's phone, instead leaning against the open doorway to eavesdrop.

"Hm? Yeah sure, we said nine didn't we?" Gojo hummed.

At first, you thought he'd be talking to getou but you noticed how his voice slightly dropped to a more seductive one, automatically letting you know he was talking to a girl he'd be inviting over.

Mentally, you sighed, knowing you'd spend another night either with ear plugs in, trying to ignore the obnoxiously loud sex Gojo had or you'd be sat trying to ignore it while watching Netflix - both being equally depressing.

Just as you began to make your way to the bathroom, you halted for a moment as a thought wandered over your mind.

Just a little revenge plan to get back at him.....

★★★

You could hear them before you saw them, the breathy moans, the door slamming was all the warning you needed to know.

"Ah, Gojo-"

Just then, you decided it was time. You rushed into the kitchen to see Gojo and a random girl on the couch, Gojo's shirt already off and resting on the coffee table.

"Satoru!" You gasped, faking shock, allowing your brows to furrow together.

The girl quickly pushed Gojo off of her, hiding her chest as her head bowed in shame.

"Again, satoru? I thought you told me you'd stop! That I was the only one for you-" you rambled, watching as both of their faces turned into shock.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Well, your girlfriend is talking about how you promised to stop cheating on me!"

The girl immediately got up, looking between you and Gojo.

"Girlfriend?!" She asked.

Gojo was about to defend himself but you interrupted.

"Yeah! Girlfriend." You scoffed. "Now I'll give you about 30 seconds to get out of my face."

The colour from the girl's face practically drained as she scrambled to grab her purse, quickly leaving the apartment afterwards.

As soon as she was gone, you sighed, smirking at Gojo's glare.

"The fuck was that about?" He questioned, stalking towards you.

You just shrugged, moving to walk back to your room. You would've if it weren't for Gojo's hand grabbing your wrist.

"Answer my question." He stated, his voice more flat.

"Well, someone's tired of hearing your annoyingly loud sex almost every night and you aren't the only one who lives here. That simple enough for you?"

Gojo narrowed his eyes at you, his hands tightening around you before pulling you closer.

"Well maybe someone wouldn't be jealous if she actually had someone who'd want to fuck her?"

It was your turn to narrow your eyes now, jabbing a finger to his chest.

"Well maybe I should bring a guy over, hm? Then you'd actually hear how it sounds when women don't fake an orgasm-"

Gojo roughly pushed you against the wall, shutting you up immediately with a heavy hand squeezing your neck. He looked down at you with an unreadable expression, the only thing you could tell was that he was so close to snapping.

"Think you're funny? Chasing my date away like that?" Gojo murmured, his hand squeezing your neck ever so lightly.

"Date?" You managed to get out. "That's funny-"

Gojo cut you off once more by grinding his hips against yours, his bulge making your eyes widened.

"Well. Since you started this. You're gonna end it."

Before you could respond to him you were already being manhandled, pushed up against the wall, your pajama shorts and panties being pulled down.

"Go- fuck-" you let out a load grunt once you felt his cock pushing into your entrance. Obviously you knew Gojo would be thick but his length is what had you feeling feral. His tip was already reaching amazing spots inside you to the point where you didn't know if you could stand properly anymore.

"Shut up- fucking whore," Gojo mumbled, landing a harsh slap against your rear that made you yelp, your walls clamping down on him as a reflex.

Sure, you wanted to piss him off but you didn't think you'd end up taking that girl's place and now you couldn't help but feel bad that you'd stolen this from her. With the way Gojo's hips snapped against your ass you couldn't help but feel good with his cock hitting all your soft spots.

"Gojo- wait-"

"Gojo?" He scoffed. "What happened to you calling me satoru hm? C'mon, say it"

You bit your lip, still trying to get used to his cock ramming in and out of your cunt, your hand sheepishly moving between your legs to rub at your clit.

"Ah, ah, ah- wanna cum that badly?" Gojo scoffed, pulling both your arms behind your back with one beefy hand. "You know what I want, princess."

You grunted, your head feeling like pure mush as Gojo continued his assault against your cervix.

"C'mon, giving you a chance here..." Gojo moaned, stopping his thrusts momentarily to pull out of you.

At first, you were confused, your mind still slightly hazed as Gojo easily carried you, your arms linking around his neck, carefully sliding you back down onto his cock, a slow drawled out moan leaving your swollen lips.

"What? Too fucked out?" Gojo grunted, still thrusting deeply into your hole.

In all honesty though, you were. Your peak was so so close to the point where that's the only thing you were focusing on.

"Shitt-" satoru voiced, almost getting lost in your heat himself. "Gonna cum...gonna flood this little pussy."

You quickly nodded, the need to be filled taking over any smart thoughts that tried to come up. Gojo delivered a few more deep and rough thrusts before copious amounts of his cum spurted inside you.

Gojo huffed deeply, letting you drop down onto the floor in frustration. You watched as he walked into the bathroom coming back out a few moments later with his cock back in his pants and a wad of tissue in hand.

"You..-" you panted, watching his cum leak out of you and spill onto you the floor. "You asshole-."

Gojo raised a brow, half heartedly throwing the tissue towards you.

"What? Sad you didn't cum?"

You let out an audible whine at how sore you were between your legs.

"Maybe if you weren't such a brat and actually listened to me I might've helped you out."

Tiredly, you glared up at him the need to cuss him out feeling heavy on your tongue.

"Make sure you clean this mess up." Gojo yawned, making his way towards his room.

As you recollected yourself you knew one thing was for sure.

He's gonna pay for this.

[gothcsz]

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒆 / Chapter XV.

GIF by azertyrobaz

PAIRING: Javier Peña x Original Female Character

SUMMARY: A very eventful 4th of July celebration.

WORD COUNT: ~10.3k

RATING: 18+ Explicit topics such as sex, drugs, murder, the occult, religion, cannibalism and other triggering matters will be explored in this body of work. Minors DNI.

CHAPTER SPECIFIC TAGS: fluff i think? idk javi is working overtime here, some horny thoughts >:), kissing <3, descriptions of injuries and blood, if there's typos/grammatical errors just pretend that there's not, other things that i'm probably forgetting.

DISCLAIMER/WARNINGS: The Javier Peña referenced in this body of work is solely based off of the character that appears in Netflix’s Narcos and not the actual person. Very canon divergent and I will tweak things as I see fit to compliment the narrative of this story. While efforts have been made to be accurate in terms of canon timeline, a lot of details will be fictionalized.

A/N: first of all it's f*ck america we're just here for the vibes, okay. i had so much fun writing this, so i hope you all enjoy it as much as i did! 🎆 <3 as always feel free to drop any type of feedback/support on this blog or ao3. i'd really appreciate it <3

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The sun shimmers on the surface of Lake Fraiser, casting reflections that dance across the water. The celebration is in full swing. The sound of laughter and cheerful conversations mixes with the sizzle of the grill and the occasional pop of a firecracker in the distance.

Paloma struggles up the steep wooden steps that lead to the kitchen, balancing a precarious stack of trays filled with the different desserts she’s made. Her arms strain under the weight, and she can feel the warmth of the summer sun annoyingly beating down on her. She pauses to readjust, narrowly avoiding the lemon bars from sliding off the top.

She’s been having quite a day. It began with a kitchen catastrophe that forced her to scrap and restart a batch of her treats. So, she had just told her father to go on without her, promising to join them later on.

Then came the clumsy misstep at the gas station, where she stumbled over her own two feet and badly skinned her knee. Now, with each step she takes, a stinging reminder pulses through her leg. The hastily applied bandaid, already starting to peel from her sweaty skin, offers little relief.

“Need some help with that?”

She glances up to see Javier, his brown eyes dotted with golden flecks. He’s holding a string of lights, his plain shirt and swim shorts an attractive sight, dark hair sexily tousled and slightly pushed back from his sunglasses sitting atop his head. She’s never seen him look this casual and it has both her heart and core throbbing.

“I’ve got it, thanks,” She replies, attempting to sound confident despite the wobbling trays.

His brows raise, setting the lights down on a nearby chair. “Are you sure? ‘Cause it looks like you’re about to start a dessert landslide.”

She huffs, her stubborn streak kicking in. “M’fine. Got it under control.”

He can’t help but smirk at her antics. “Y’know, there’s no shame in acceptin’ a little help. Especially when it comes with such a tempting offer for me.”

Paloma narrows her eyes playfully, lips curving into a teasing smile. “For you? Huh… so what’s this ‘offer’?”

“I get first dibs on these as a thank you.”

“Oh, is that all?” she replies, her voice laced with mock skepticism.

“Well, since you’re askin’, I was also hopin’ to pull you away later before the fireworks start,” he adds, his voice softer, more sincere.

Her cheeks redden, the warmth spreading through her in a way that has nothing to do with the summer heat.

She glances down at the trays, her resolve wavering as she meets Javier’s hopeful gaze again. His expression is earnest, full of an unspoken yearning, that she can’t help but give in.

“Yeah, alright, fine,” she concedes, “But only ‘cause it’s been a hectic day and I don’t want to be responsible for anyone missin’ out on dessert.”

He chuckles, a comforting sound that makes her feel like she’s buzzing. “Deal.” He reaches over and takes the containers, his fingers brushing hers.

The sensation has those pesky butterflies in her stomach fluttering, so she focuses on the task at hand to settle them.

“What’s in this one?” He asks with genuine curiosity as he peeks under the foil, walking alongside her as they go up the stairs.

“My pride and joy–– mini cherry pies. Had to restart ‘em this mornin’ but they came out so much better ‘cause of it.”

“How festive.”

“You know me. A true all-american girl.”

They put everything down on the counter once they’re in the kitchen and Paloma glances around, noticing how deserted the area is. The sisters are usually running around like headless chickens trying to make sure everything is perfect.

“Where is everyone?”

“Down by the lake,” Javier answers, nodding towards the large window over the sink that offers a panoramic view of the property.

The lawn is dotted with clusters of people, a lively tapestry of decorations in reds, whites, and blues celebrating the holiday. Children race across the grass, their joyous laughter mingling with the distant sounds of splashing water and excited chatter. Paddle boats and kayaks glide smoothly across the lake’s surface.

The sight is almost idyllic, a perfect summer day.

“They were gettin’ worried. Supposed to have been here hours ago.” He leans his hip against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest and the pull of his triceps has that damn t-shirt accentuating how toned he is.

And his forearms. She could pass out right now. The sight of his veins protruding against the skin is so attractive.

“Yeah, don’t remind me. Hit a few bumps along the way but m’here now. Better late than never, yeah?” She busies herself setting everything she’s brought out neatly, oblivious to the way his eyes rake over her body.

She’s wearing a Team USA t-shirt from the 1984 Olympics. Lola got it for her when she flew out to Los Angeles to watch the games. To Paloma, it was the coolest thing ever, and it quickly became her go-to patriotic shirt. The soft, worn fabric clings to her comfortably, and the faded red, white, and blue logo gives it some personality. 

He’s always loved how the denim mini skirt hugs her curves, showcasing those beautiful legs that he wants to caress and touch on. It rides up high on her thighs, hinting at the white bathing suit underneath, glimpsed briefly when she bends over. 

There’s also something about a woman in a pair of boots. It’s definitely the Texan in him that finds it sexy.

Javier reminds himself to keep the staring respectful and to a minimum. But it’s very difficult to when she’s walking around looking like that.

To beat the heat, she’s clipped her hair up and it naturally styled in a very Pamela Anderson-esque updo, a few stray pieces framing her face.

“What happened to your knee?” He can’t help but ask, eyeing the flesh wound and how the bandaid was literally hanging on by a thread.

“My clumsiness struck again. Tripped on my way to pump gas. Dunno what was more embarrassin’–– the actual trippin’ or how a family of five watched the whole thing happen from ‘cross the parkin’ lot. Swear they got a kick out of it.”

He laughs and she smiles softly, the warmth in her eyes mirroring his own fondness.

“I’ll go look for a first aid kit to help with that.”

“You don’t have to, s’not not that bad.” Just as she says this, she accidentally bumps her knee against the counter and hisses at the pain, some fresh blood now dripping down her leg.

“I’ll be right back,” Javier pushes himself off the counter and disappears to the nearest bathroom to retrieve what he needs. She’s kind of relishing in his newfound motivation to stay in her good graces.

When he returns, he guides her to sit on one of the stools, his touch gentle yet firm as he carefully cleans the wound. She flinches slightly at the sting of the alcohol wipe, but his reassuring grip on her calf and the soothing circles he rubs against her skin help ease the discomfort.

“You okay?”

“Mhm,” she hums, captivated by how handsome he looks while he’s concentrated, the pain now eclipsed by the tingles that follow his touch.

Brows are pulled together, mouth slightly parted, and tongue just barely poking out… he looks so dreamy.

After bandaging her up, he discards of the used materials and stands. “All set.”

“Thanks, doctor. I can walk again,” she jokes and he shakes his head with a playful smile, heading to the sink to wash his hands.

“Gotta finish stringing up some lights, but your dad’s down there by the deck.”

Paloma nods appreciatively, now eager to immerse herself in the day’s celebrations.

“Thanks for helpin’ me out. Hopefully Tammy ‘n them don’t have you workin’ all day,” she quips, half-serious about the women’s tendency to enlist any man around to do the heavy lifting.

“No problem, querida,” he replies softly, the endearment rolling off his tongue in a way that makes her heart skip a beat. “And it’s too late for that, but I don’t mind. Keeps me busy.”

“It’s a party not an odd job.”

“Still, it makes me feel useful.”

They part ways after that, Paloma hurrying back to her car to retrieve her tote bag with her essentials for the day. She joyfully bounds down the wooden steps, greeting familiar faces with warm hellos as she makes her way towards the deck.

There’s people everywhere, a much bigger turn out than last year.

Near the shoreline, a group of teenagers play an animated game of volleyball, their shouts of encouragement and friendly competition echoing over the water. Further down, clusters of people lounge on brightly colored towels and beach chairs, dipping their toes in the cool lake or floating lazily on inflatable rafts shaped like flamingos and unicorns. Paddle boats and kayaks drift leisurely, their occupants waving and calling out to those on the shore.

The deck of the lake house is a hive of activity, with adults congregating around coolers. Long tables covered with American flag tablecloths are laden with an array of delicious foods. The hum of conversation and bursts of laughter create a symphony of summer joy, a fitting soundtrack, she thinks.

“There she is.”

She’s greeted by her father and the sisters from the bar, all four of them lounging around one of the picnic tables.

“Sorry m’late. Had a crazy mornin’.” She leans in to kiss each woman on the cheek before turning to hug her father, who’s nursing a Corona in his hand.

“Not any crazier than your daddy attemptin’ to grill again. Almost blew himself to pieces.”

They share a laugh at Romeo’s expense, falling into small talk as she makes herself comfortable against the benched seat of the table, slipping on her sunglasses and plucking a slice of watermelon from the large plate at the center.

“S’alotta folks here. Like, the whole damn county it seems.” She observes, scanning the crowd and taking a refreshing bite of the fruit.

“People need community after everythin’ thats been plaguin’ all the towns. Somethin’ lighthearted to keep morale high.” They all agree in a quiet murmur, the air shifting as the conversation gets solemn for a split second, but it’s quickly brought back on track when they’re approached by a few regulars from the bar.

Her gaze drifts off then, catching Javier’s silhouette from the distance as he helps a few teens reel in a small boat.

He’s so broad yet lean. She wonders if he’s been working out recently. The sun makes his brown skin glisten, his red shirt a darker shade in some spots where sweat dampens the cotton. She’s having a good time eyeing his exposed legs, since he’s always wearing those tight ass jeans or in uniform.

The swim trunks leave little to the imagination. They cling to his narrow waist and wide thighs. She can’t help but ogle how the fabric hugs his ass, licking her lips.

She pours herself a glass of sweet tea, the cool liquid quenching her thirst. Both literally and figuratively. Watching him stirs something deep within—a mix of arousal for his physicality and a longing that almost breaches her boundary of not rushing things.

As she sips her tea, her eyes continue to linger, imagining the feel of his strong arms around her, the warmth of his body close to hers. She didn’t get to really enjoy him the first and only time she’s taken him.

While it had massacred her heart afterwards— she swears she’s never felt as pleasured as she did when he was fucking her. Not even with August, and their sex was great.

Now all she can really focus on is him, moving effortlessly by the water’s edge, unaware (or very aware) of the effect he has on her. She’s completely tuned out of the conversations at their table.

“He’s a real cutie, ain’t he?” Kristy’s voice cuts through Paloma’s reverie, pulling her away from her ogling. She blushes when she notices the knowing simper on her face.

“Who?” doing a piss poor job of playing it cool, Paloma reaches for more sweet tea.

“Don’t play dumb with me, girl, you know who m’talkin’ ‘bout.”

Her blush deepens, “Suppose he is…”

“He’s got that ruggedness like them cowboys from old western movies. Makes ya wanna saddle up and take him for a ride.”

Paloma laughs loudly, scrunching her nose. “Geez why dontcha tell me how ya really feel.”

“Oh darlin’, the interest for men bus has long departed from this station. M’sayin’ it ‘cause of you.”

“Me?” She chokes on her drink, caught off guard by the directness.

“Yes you. I’ve seen the way you act around him. ‘N not just today, either. You’re crushin’ hard, sister.”

If only she knew the full extent of the fuckery between them. But also… was her attraction really that obvious?

Duh. You’re always staring at him like a teenage girl does with her celebrity crush.

“Yeah, well, like you said. He’s cute and all but…”

“But…?” Kristy prompts, leaning in with interest.

“Look, I didn’t come here to get grilled, alright? That’s the food’s job,” she deflects playfully, standing from her spot and stretching her limbs.

“Oh, you’ve got it bad—don’t ya?” Kristy’s voice carries a teasing lilt as she leans in conspiratorially. “S’okay, pretty girl, secret’s safe with me. Though I’d reckon you should claim your territory ‘fore your girlfriend swoops in ‘n snatches your hunk.”

She juts her chin up to signal for Paloma to look over and when she does, the smile on her face drops.

It’s Sloane, standing there with her back turned, chatting with Javier. She can’t see her face, but the silhouette is unmistakable.

Jealousy prickles beneath her skin, green swims in her brown eyes. The sight of them together stirs a wave of unease and insecurity within her.

“Gonna go use the restroom,” she mutters suddenly, excusing herself before Kristy, who is somewhat amused by this little drama that’s unfolding before her, can respond.

She briskly walks off towards the house. Each step feels weighted with uncertainty, her mind racing with thoughts of what might transpire if she looks back and sees something that’ll confirm her fears.

Let this moment be a test, a chance to see if he will follow through on his promises and stay true to his word.

“Long time no see, officer. Haven’t got worked up again or did ya find someone to replace me?” Sloane bats her lashes up him, a playful smirk playing on her lips as she pinches the lower between her teeth.

He glances at her briefly, his expression unreadable, before side-stepping her entirely and heading towards the deck. He needs another beer and cigarette—quickly, and to distance himself from her unexpected presence.

“Oooh, cold shoulder. Knew you were harsh but seein’ it in practice... s’kinda hot,” She calls after him, her voice carrying a hint of amusement and challenge.

Javier halts abruptly, a surge of irritation flashing across his features. He looks around, ensuring no one is paying attention to their exchange, before turning back to face her. His tall frame towers hers, his jaw clenched with restrained frustration.

“Dunno what you think this is but I’m tellin’ you right now it’s nothin’ but a big fucking mistake,” He retorts sharply, his voice low but firm, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Her expression wavers slightly, a mix of surprise and defiance crossing her features. She meets his gaze steadily, own demeanor shifting to match his intensity.

“You weren’t sayin’ all that when I was ridin’ your cock in the cab of your truck.” She shoots back, her tone laced with an edge, intended to provoke.

And it does. Javier knows he shouldn’t let her get under his skin like this—it’s exactly what she wants. But he can’t help it, especially not with Paloma nearby. He’s putting in every ounce of effort to mend things between them, to make things right. He won’t allow Sloane to fuck that up for him.

His jaw ticks again and he leans in closer, voice dropping to a hoarse whisper. “You are nothing special. All you’re good for is spreading your legs, said it yourself. A distraction that likes bein’ used,” the words drip maliciously from his tongue, “This,” he motions between them, “doesn’t exist. It never fucking happened.”

He holds her gaze for a moment longer, his resolve like steel in his dark eyes. Without another word, he walks away with purposeful strides.

Sloane stands there, seething silently, her expression twisting into a petulant scowl, like a spoiled child denied a treat. Her hands ball into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she fights the urge to lash out. They’re quickly losing control over the situation and that pisses her off. If only August had listened to her.

Meanwhile, Paloma stuffs a piece of dessert into her mouth, using the sweetness to distract herself from the interaction between Javier and Sloane.

She’d been half tempted to watch it unfold from the window, but kept herself from doing so. It just felt odd.

“Hey, little dove.” August’s southern twang breaks through her thoughts, and she sees him leaning against the doorway that leads from the kitchen to the foyer.

Great, she thinks wryly. If Sloane’s here, then August is sure to follow. Or the other way around. She scans the room, half-expecting to spot Gabriel lurking in a corner somewhere.

“Hey, August,” she greets, her tone guarded. She wants to ask him what he’s doing here, but it’s a public event, and the question feels futile. “What’s up?”

“Haven’t heard from ya in weeks…” his voice is veiled with frustration.

“Okay, and?” She responds curtly, own irritation evident as she wipes at the corner of her mouth where some icing has smeared.

His gaze narrows and he walks over to her, reaching out to firmly grasp her wrist and pulling her towards a more secluded area of the house.

“What the fuck are you doin’?!” Paloma whispers sharply, tugging away from his grasp with annoyance etched across her face.

“So that’s it, huh? You jus’ not gonna talk to me anymore?”

No, she intended to have a civil conversation with him and properly address their situation. But she hasn’t found the right time or the emotional fortitude to do it yet.

She stands uncomfortably before him as his upset gaze pins her in place.

“Don’t be ridiculous, ‘course I was gonna talk to you.” She crosses her arms against her chest, “I just wasn’t ready to but since you’re here with the intention of gettin’ some typa answer outta me…” Trailing off, she wracks her brain trying to think of the right words to say. “I think s’best if we just… go our separate ways.” She’s never had to break up with anyone before, so she’s totally winging it.

“Separate ways?” He repeats, words edged with disbelief and a hint of offense. “You really gonna say that? After everythin’ we’ve been through. After all I’ve shown you.”

She swallows hard, her chest tightening at the confrontation. “While I’m thankful for all that, I’ve decided s’best for me to let my momma’s past stay in the past. She had her secrets, ‘n now I get to have mine.” She tries to keep her voice steady, clearing her throat and shifting her weight uneasily between her feet.

“Really, it’s all been… eye openin’ and amazin’,” well not everything but she won’t get hung up on the technicalities. Her words remain careful yet firm, “And sometimes I still can’t believe s’all true… b-but m’just not cut out for all that. I’m sorry I can’t be the person you want me to be.” The person you think I am.

The silence that follows is uncomfortable, almost suffocating, in the small spare bedroom he’s pulled them in. She’s partially relieved they’re not having this conversation out in the open, especially not with Javier and her father nearby.

“So that’s it then? Got me showin’ you all your true potential for months just so you can break my heart like this,” He finally speaks, with pure resignation dripping from his tongue.

True potential? Her face twitches at that, unsure of what to make of it.

“The last thing I wanna do is hurt you,” she replies softly, ready for this to be over, “but I can’t, in good faith, continue this. It’s too much for me.”

She still thinks about what’d he said the last time they were together; how that old man was supposed to be an offering. How can he say things like that then get upset when people compare his group to a cult? 

That possibility flits through her mind too fast for her to actually ponder it, too focused on the look he’s giving her now.

His blue eyes search hers, seeking any hint of doubt or regret. Yet Paloma meets his gaze with unwavering conviction, and he realizes he’s lost her for good.

“Is this really what you want?” He asks after the long pause.

“Yes,” she replies, quietly but firmly.

“What about Slo?”

She can’t help the pinched expression she gives, “What about her?”

“She’s gonna be real upset when she finds out you’re out.”

Ugh, cry me a river. “Yeah, well, I realized that maybe we weren’t as close as I thought. Been meanin’ to talk to her too but m’sure you can pass the message along.”

Because if she has to see her face to face, Paloma has no idea how she’s going to react.

There’s more silence as he takes in her shift in priorities. He chuckles wryly, “‘Kay… fine. Hope you don’t regret this.”

Paloma can’t quite place his tone, all she knows is that it stirs unease at the pit of her stomach, but she just remains quiet. It doesn’t matter how the aftermath makes her feel, she knows this is the right decision.

He’s gone in the blink of an eye and she’s left alone in the room, feeling a little lighter but also needing a few minutes to collect herself.

She won’t let this ruin her day. She’s been looking forward to being here all week and is dead set on having a good time.

When she finally rejoins everyone else on the deck, she spots Javier among their small group, smoking a cigarette. Relief washes over her, knowing he’s here and not off elsewhere in someone else’s company. Call her selfish, but she’s on a new path of allowing herself to take what she wants for once. And right now, the thing she really wants is his undivided attention.

She waves her father goodbye as he drives off to work, unfortunately not being able to stay the entire night. It’s later in the evening now, sun moving lazily across the sky, yet the heat remains relentless.

The cool lake water looks inviting, but she still feels uneasy from the nightmare she had a few weeks ago. Lingering dread nags at her, and although she knows she shouldn’t overthink it, she can’t help it.

“Ready to sneak off yet?” Javier’s breath is warm against her neck as he comes up behind her, sending a cascade of goosebumps across her skin. She does her best to hide just how reactive she is to him.

“Wasted no time, did you?” She turns her head to look at him, a small yet teasing smirk playing on her lips.

“Gotta have some respect. Can’t be going after a pretty girl in front of her dad like that. Especially when he’s carrying a loaded gun. Who am I, Jonah Abbott?”

She giggles, scrunching her nose. “Nice one. M’surprised he isn’t here. He loves a good party and bein’ the center of attention.”

“Missing him already?”

She nudges him with her elbow, “Never that.”

“Then we better get goin’ before he shows up. He’s got a penchant for appearin’ when mentioned.”

“And where exactly are we goin’?”

“Just to the other side of the lake. Not that far of a walk. I was over there this morning.”

Paloma hums, glancing at the large crowd of people scattered about before nodding. “Okay. Let me go grab my things.”

As she walks off, Javier feels a knot of nervousness tighten in his stomach. As much as he’s been wanting to spend some alone time with her, he’s anxious about what that might bring. Would he fuck up and say the wrong thing, driving her away? Would she realize that she actually wants nothing to do with him?

Every interaction they’ve had today has been great, so he’s off to a good start, and he’s enjoying being around her and everyone else. It’s the first time in a long time that he’s felt this... normal. It’s an odd feeling, but he’s learning to embrace it rather than reject it.

She returns with her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. “Ready?”

He nods, offering her a reassuring smile despite his inner doubts. “Ready.”

They begin their walk, the sounds of laughter and splashing water fading behind them as they move towards the quieter side of the lake. The path is shaded by tall trees, offering some respite from the heat.

The tension in Javier’s shoulders eases, and he finds himself relaxing, if only slightly.

“So, what’s over on this side?” She asks, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Just a nice spot. Thought it’d be perfect for us to spend some time alone together, away from all the noise.”

She smiles, her eyes gleaming with admiration. “Sounds perfect.”

They continue on, their conversation flowing easily. It’s actually kind of scary how they’re able to slip back into this normalcy. Making small talk as if they haven’t spent the last however long at each other’s throats.

The sun dips lower in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the body of water. By the time they reach their destination, Javier feels those nerves from before wash away entirely. He spreads out a blanket he had stashed nearby, and they sit down, the gentle lapping of the water against the shore providing a soothing ambiance.

Paloma leans back, closing her eyes and soaking in the tranquility of the moment. “This is nice,” she murmurs.

“Yeah, it is,” he agrees, watching her with a gentle smile.

They enjoy the peace and quiet for a minute. He knows there’s still a lot to figure out, but right now, he really is content with taking it one step at a time.

“Slo and August were here earlier.” She doesn’t know why, but the words tumble out, her curiosity compelling her to open one eye and glance over at him, gauging his reaction.

Javier scoffs, irritation blooming at the mention. “Yeah. Had the unfortunate pleasure of runnin’ into her. Did nothing but try and piss me off.” He works the gum in his mouth as he looks out into the distance, then he asks, “You talk to your boy toy?”

Paloma rolls her eyes. “Talkin’ to him right now,” she teases, unable to resist. His lips pull into a small smirk as he continues staring out at the water, his side profile illuminated by the warm light, jaw flexing and tensing with every chew. God, he looks so hot. 

“But if you must know,” she continues, “I did. Told him things between us were over.”

He’s fucking relieved and happy to hear that. “Good.”

“Good?” She cocks a brow at him and he turns to face her again, leaning back on his forearms. She shifts to turn her body, propping her weight on her elbow, their faces now closer together.

“Can’t make this work if you’ve got a man.”

She hums in response, her eyes lingering on his pouty lips.

Javier’s smirk widens, and he leans in, just barely, minty breath fanning against her skin. “You know, querida, you drive me crazy.”

She runs her tongue across her lower lip, her heart racing. “Good,” she echoes, her voice barely a whisper.

The world around them seems to fade away as the electricity between them intensifies. The lake, the sun, the party in the distance—all of it becomes irrelevant compared to the undeniable chemistry they share.

“C’mon, let’s get in the water,” Javier says suddenly, standing and pulling his shirt over his head, revealing a fit and chiseled torso. He kicks off his shoes, and Paloma has to bite her lip at the sight of him.

Yup, he’s definitely been working out. His defined, broad shoulders and the tantalizing trail of hair on his belly make her pulse quicken. The swim trucks fit very snugly against his bulge.

“You just gonna admire or…?” He smirks yet again, catching her stare, and she scoffs playfully, rising from her spot and undressing herself.

Her white bathing suit is a little more modest than what she would usually wear, but it still showcases her curves in a way that has his brain short circuiting. His eyes trace the scar over her hip which only adds to the allure.

Javier’s mind races back to that night they hooked up. How he wishes he could redo it, not just to avoid the mess he caused afterwards, but to keep from rushing through it.

He’s typically all about filthy and quick fucks, but with her, he wants it to be different.

He wants to take his time, discover the spots she likes to be kissed and caressed at, to hear her pretty moans and pants of his name while his tongue maps out every inch of her.

“You just gonna admire or…?” She repeats his words, unclipping her hair and it cascades over her shoulders. The soft mahogany waves glow beautifully in the oranges and purples of the sunset.

“Guess we both have a staring problem,” he replies, unable to tear his eyes away.

Paloma steps closer. “Guess we do,” she mutters, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Race you?”

“You’re on.”

They both take off running toward the small dock a little further down, but as they get closer, she begins to feel more of that apprehension from earlier, slowing her steps.

The dock seems to stretch endlessly, the water around it looking darker and more ominous than before. Her throat runs dry and the rocky ground beneath her feet feels like it’s anchoring her in place.

Relax, it was just a dream you had weeks ago. Get over it. She repeats over and over, but still doesn’t move from her spot.

Javi reaches the end of the narrow structure, turning back to her with a carefree smile that falters when he sees her standing still.

“You okay?” He asks, brows furrowing slightly with concern.

“Y-Yeah, it’s just,” she stammers, feeling a bit childish, “I had a weird nightmare a few weeks ago involvin’ water, and it’s just spookin’ me a little right now.”

His expression softens as he walks back to her. “Hey, it’s alright,” he tells her gently, “We don’t have to get in if you don’t want to.”

Paloma takes a deep breath, “No, I want to,” she insists, her voice a little stronger. “I just needed a moment.”

He nods, understanding as ever, “‘Course, whenever you’re ready.”

She takes a tentative step forward, then another, until they’re walking side by side.

When they reach the end, he looks over at her reassuringly. “You sure you’re fine?”

Paloma nods, her apprehension disappearing with every step they took. “Yup.”

“You don’t have to act like you are. It’s okay if you—”

She cuts him off by suddenly pushing him into the water, laughing loudly in triumph.

He resurfaces, wet hair obscuring his vision and he pushes it back with his thick fingers. “Eres traviesita, nena (you’re naughty, baby). I’ll let it slide on account of your little bad dream.”

She rolls her eyes playfully. “Got no choice but to, cowboy.”

Now it’s her turn to dive in, taking few steps back to get a running start. As she breaks the surface, a sense of exhilaration washes over her, the weight of her nightmare gone.

“See?” he says, treading water beside her. “Nothin’ to be scared of.”

She grins, feeling better already. “Thanks, Javi. I needed that. Been avoidin’ the water all day ‘cause of it.”

“Anytime,” he replies, his voice warm and sincere and he likes hearing her call him Javi.

They float and swim around, taking turns doing cannonballs and plunging into the water. It’s as if they’ve reverted to childhood, joking around and teasing each other relentlessly, scoring dives and seeing who can make a bigger splash.

It’s always him. Him and his stupid, attractive broadness.

They’re carefree, relishing the pinch of privacy they’re able to share without the prying eyes of nosy neighbors. Javier imagines a future where they don’t have to sneak around, where he can proudly have her on his arm, showing the world what she means to him.

The sun fully sets, just barely illuminating the now night sky. “There’s a canoe back on shore I want to take you out on.”

She’s floating on her back as he says this, her eyes fluttering open to look over at him. “You’re pullin’ out all the stops today, aren’t ya?” she says, starting to swim over to where he is with a cheeky grin.

“Is it too much?” He feels a tinge of insecurity. Is he overcompensating?

“If you were anyone else… maybe. But you’re not. You’re… you.” She doesn’t need to explain any further. He doesn’t need her to.

Back on shore, he swiftly gets the canoe into the water and climbs in, extending his hand to help her. She’s a little wobbly at first but manages finally, taking a seat on one of the slats as he begins to row them towards the center of the lake.

They can see the lake house in the distance, its glow from the strung-up lights twinkling. There’s the faint sounds of firecrackers and the flashing of some sparklers that is oddly comforting to her.

“Got the best view out here. Skies are clear tonight, too,” he says, looking up. She follows his gaze, stars littered along the black sky.

The first firework is set off, bright colors exploding in the air with a loud boom.

She’s captivated by it, her eyes wide with awe, while his focus remains entirely on her. Always so beautiful, he pinches himself subtly to ensure this isn’t some dream. The fireworks cast a kaleidoscope of colors over her face, highlighting the joy and wonder in her expression.

Women like Paloma are a rare treasure. They often find themselves with people who dim their spirit or buried in places like Seminary. It’s why he has to change, to be better for himself. But most importantly, for her. She deserves everything—the world, the universe. He’ll do whatever it takes to give it to her.

“Oh my god, that one looks like there are stars explodin’ from it!” She exclaims, pointing excitedly at a particularly dazzling firework. 

He finally tears his gaze from her, following her finger to the sky where a large burst of sparks erupts. The explosion of light is breathtaking, but nothing compared to the woman beside him.

“Yeah, it’s pretty amazing,” he murmurs, though his eyes drift back to her. The illuminations dance across her features in a way that makes his heart burn with a fierce protectiveness and desire.

She catches him staring and grins, tilting her head. “You’re not even watchin’ the fireworks.”

“I’m watching something even more beautiful,” he replies smoothly and earnestly. His flirting makes her giggle, having her look away bashfully.

“Smooth talker,” she teases, but there’s no denying the pleasure his words bring her. Even if they’re simple and cliché as all hell. She shifts closer to him, the canoe rocking gently beneath them. The proximity is intoxicating, warmth radiating from their damp bodies as her naked thigh brushes against his.

“Just tellin’ the truth,” he replies, his hand finding hers. Their fingers intertwine, and the touch sends electric sparks through both of them, more charged than any firework.

“I’d be a fool not to appreciate what’s right in front of me.”

Paloma feels the intensity of his gaze, his eyes roaming her face as if memorizing every detail. They both can feel the pull, the magnetic attraction that has always been there.

“Seems to me you’ve been a fool once or twice before,” she says, leaning in so their noses nearly touch. “But you’re not too bad yourself.”

Oh yeah, a giant fool. Big-fucking-time.

He gives her a lazy smile, the playfulness returning to his eyes. “Not too bad, huh? I think I can work with that.”

As the fireworks continue, the sky lights up with a magnificent display, but neither looks away from the other. The booms and crackles become nothing but background noise to the silent conversation happening between their locked gazes.

They often find themselves communicating through just looks.

“I’m really glad you gave me another chance.” He voices softly.

“Me too,” she replies, matching his timbre, heart pounding in her chest. “Even if it was really hard for me to.”

“I know it was. It’s why I’m really tryin’ to prove to you that I’m serious about us.”

“Serious enough to tell my daddy?”

They sit in silence for a moment.

“When the right time comes, yes.” He’ll face Romeo, he has to if he wants to be with her. And fuck, does he.

His thumb gently strokes her knuckles, and she squeezes his fingers in response, a wordless acknowledgment of their shared feelings.

“Let’s head back. Don’t need you freakin’ out over a water snake or somethin’,” Javier says with a teasing grin, the memory of the night he snuck her back home coming to the forefront of his mind.

Paloma scoffs, pulling back from him with a roll of her eyes as he begins to row them back to shore. “Don’t ever let me find out somethin’ stupid you’re afraid of. M’never gonna let you hear the end of it.”

He chuckles in response, shrugging his shoulders. “Have fun tryin’ to figure that out.”

As soon as the canoe touches the shore, she hops off before he can securely dock it, walking out until the water is at her waist before submerging herself in it.

Javier anchors the boat and goes after her, flashing her a confused expression when she resurfaces. “Figured you wouldn’t want to be in the water when it’s so dark out.”

She runs her hands across the wet surface, looking up at the sky again; different fireworks painting the empty canvas and reflecting against the water.

“The dream I had…” She begins, “I was walkin’ along the bank of a swamp then suddenly I’m goin’ under. It’s all muddy and gross and thick–– m’strugglin’ to find somethin’ to get me out when I see it. A fuckin’ gator comin’ at me.” She shivers, the eyes of the reptile flashing across her mind, making her grimace. “The panic I felt… the fear, it was so real.”

Javier is quiet, his attention fully on her. He can see her expression, illuminated each time sparks burst above.

“Then I saw someone on land. A savior.” She pauses, tilting her head to look at him, “It was you.”

His fingers twitch at his sides and he swallows thickly, remaining silent with an unwavering gaze.

“I called out for you and you came, about to pull me out but then…” She shakes her head, looking down at the dark water. “S’like you changed your mind. Left me there ‘n the alligator got me. I woke up terrified and immediately threw up.”

Now he grimaces, feeling a deep pang of guilt. Even in her dreams he’s betraying her. He moves closer, gently urging her to look up at him. When she does, he leans forward, tenderly brushing some wet hair from her face. “I am so sorry,” he whispers, not knowing what else to say.

Her eyes search his with a small, sad smile. “S’okay, was only a dream. Jus’ wanted to tell ya about it.”

He hesitates, feeling a strong urge to be vulnerable with her, to share his own fears. He takes a deep breath, pushing away his timidness before speaking up. “I get bad dreams too. Different, but they leave me shook up just the same. Can barely sleep most nights.”

Her eyes widen a little in curiosity. “What about?”

“There was someone… back in Colombia. She was a working girl that a lot of the sicarios sought out. She became my informant, giving me valuable information in exchange for a life here in the States with her son.” His voice is low as he begins to explain.

“The lines blurred along the way. We both started catching feelings,” her breath is shaky but she listens to him with the same attentiveness in which he had listened to her, “and just when I was on the verge of figuring us out and getting a notable arrest under my belt–– they fuckin’ took her. Beat her. Assaulted her. I showed up too late. The damage had been done.” He stops, jaw clenching at the memory of that night.

The image of Helena so broken is seared into his mind. The bullet he had put in the guard’s head did nothing to erase the guilt or ease her suffering.

“That’s the nightmare that haunts me most. The one where I relive that night over and over again. The dread of not knowing where she was, the panic of storming the building, the pain of seeing what they’d done to her… the shame of knowing she was there because of me. Her and her son were put into witness protection after that, and I never saw her again.”

Paloma’s heart aches, feeling terrible for all the things she said to him in the back of his cruiser. He’s been through some unfathomable shit, and here she is, throwing it back at him because of her hurt feelings.

She grabs ahold of his hand under the water, tugging him closer. “It’s not your fault, Javi.”

“But it was my operation—”

“That’s irrelevant. You could’ve devised the perfect plan ‘n still, somehow, life woulda found a way to fuck it up.”

He just stares down at her, the moonlight and fireworks making her glow almost ethereally.

“You gotta forgive yourself for that eventually. S’the only way to get the nightmare to stop.” Easier said than done, but it’s good for him to hear this. He needs to hear this. “Bad shit was gonna happen whether you wanted it to or not. You did what you thought was right, ‘n y’all were always playin’ a dangerous game dealin’ with those folks... from the sounds of it, she was always in harms way.”

Funny how she ended up being the one to console him despite that being the opposite of his intention.

Silence envelops them as he mulls over her words and the look she’s giving him—compassionate, understanding, resolute. Her eyes, brimming with empathy, seem to penetrate the walls he’s built around his heart.

He takes a deep breath, feeling exposed. “You really believe that?”

“I do,” she replies firmly, squeezing his hand. “You can’t carry that guilt forever. You did everything you could.”

Exhaling loudly, he breaks the tension. “How much do you charge per hour?”

Paloma snorts with a shake of her head, splashing him lightly. “More than you can afford.”

Javier quirks an eyebrow playfully. “You sure about that?”

“Positive,” she smirks, leaping out of his reach when he lunges forward in mock pursuit. Her playful giggles ring out, a melody that echoes across the quiet night now that the fireworks were done for.

It doesn’t take long for him to close the distance between them, his hands finding her hips and pulling her close. She spins in his arms, turning to face him, her hands resting atop his that hold her waist.

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that?” she questions lightly, studying his handsome face.

“Like what?” he counters, his eyes tracing the curve of her cupid’s bow.

“Like you wanna kiss me.” she teases further, her hands sliding up to rest gently against his wet chest.

“‘Cause I do. Real fuckin’ bad, actually,” he confesses with desire, but also a hint of restraint.

Her breath catches slightly, she can feel his heart thudding beneath her fingertips.

“What’s stoppin’ ya?”

“Trying not to move too fast,” he admits, his grip on her hips tightening ever so slightly, gaze locked on hers with an intensity that matches the flickering stars above.

She hums, tilting her head to the side then pointing her chin up to look at him. Even in the dark, she’s mesmerized by his inviting brown eyes, the silver light giving them this distinct glint that has her heart racing.

“Please do it.”

And he does, as soon as the words leave her mouth he’s leaning in to kiss her slowly. Testing the waters.

The match strikes, lighting ablaze a heated exchange of passion on each other’s lips.

The kiss deepens quickly, fueled by how fucking bad they both want this. His arms encircle her waist, pulling her flush against him as hers loop loosely around his neck. Their bodies meld together, hips pressing into hips.

Her back arches as one hand roams up, cupping the back of her head while the other digs its fingers into the plush skin of her hips. His touch is both tender and possessive, conveying a hunger that leaves her breathless.

Her tongue swipes over his bottom lip and he parts to let her in, grunting at the lingering taste of summer fruit and sweet tea. He can feel himself hardening, much to his dismay of wanting to move slow.

It takes everything in her not to rub up against him, the pressure between her thighs gaining momentum.

Their soft sighs of pleasure and the gentle sounds of their lips smacking echo in the air, she has to pull back before things are taken too far and she ends up climbing him like a tree.

“Mmm ‘kay, that’s enough.” She whispers against his lips but still goes in for one more quick peck… then another… then another.

“Sure it’s enough?” He can’t help but tease and that gets her to pull away with a quickness.

“Don’t get all cocky Peña.” She gently pushes at his chest and he raises his arms in surrender with that infamous smirk of his. She begins to waddle back to shore and his brows pull together.

“Where ya goin’?”

“Gotta take a piss.”

“Not really the sexiest thing to say to a man after you’ve left him half hard in the middle of a lake.”

“Sorry can’t hear you over me not givin’ a damn.”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head as he follows behind her to get redressed. It was getting pretty late, and as much as he’d prefer to stay out here with her all night, he knows he still needs to tread carefully and not smother her with his attempts at affection.

Paloma haphazardly dries off as she slides on her boots and walks a reasonable distance into the surrounding woods to find a secluded spot to relieve herself.

Her lips tingle, an aftershock from that amazing fucking kiss.

She steps carefully over roots and fallen branches, not wanting to add another injury to accompany the one on her knee.

Then, amidst the quiet, a faint sound catches her attention—a wheezing noise that unsettles her. Instinctively, she freezes, her brows cinching as she strains to locate the source.

The wheezing evolves into a soft groan, coming from beyond the thick trunk of a towering tree. She can hear her heartbeat thudding in her ears as she edges around it, eyes widening in shock when they land on a figure lying in the dirt.

It’s a young girl, about her age, barely visible in the dim light filtering through the dense foliage. Blood streaks her torn clothes, and her breaths are shallow and uneven.

“Oh my god,” Paloma breathes out in horror, rushing to her side. She kneels beside her, hands trembling as she feels for a pulse. It’s faint, but it’s there. “Okay, you’re goin’ to be fine just—” she urges softly, her voice tight with fear. She yells out Javier’s name in a panic, frantically scanning the girl’s injuries, trying to assess the damage as best she can.

The urgency in her tone is unmistakable, piercing through the quiet of the woods.

Javier’s head snaps to attention at the sound of her panicked voice. Dread grips him as he bolts through the underbrush, his mind racing with a thousand possibilities, none of them good.

He reaches her side in a blur of motion. “What happened?” He’s relieved to see that she’s okay, however that relief is gone the second his eyes land on the injured girl. He curses, kneeling and shifting into his authoritative nature, “Is she breathing?”

“I-I found her like this,” she explains quickly, tone trembling with emotion. “She is but barely. I think she’s been s-stabbed. We need to get her to a hospital.”

“The nearest hospital is an hour away. She won’t make it. I gotta get her to town,” Javier replies, his voice tense with determination. He scans the surrounding area, staying vigilant in case whoever did this is still lurking nearby.

“Dr. Hughes was here earlier, completely wasted. S’why she had to leave early. There’s no way she’s in any shape to deal with this now. We need to make that drive,” Paloma insists urgently, her eyes pleading with him.

“She won’t make it,” he repeats a little harsher, his jaw tense. “It’s a miracle you found her when you did. I’m takin’ her to Hughes— whether she’s drunk or not.” His tone brooks no argument, attention now shifting to the other girl.

“Alright sweetheart, I’m goin’ to lift you up and carry you to my truck, alright?” He says softly, his tone gentle as he carefully scoops her into his arms, mindful of her injuries. She responds with a faint nod, her eyes barely open as she struggles to stay conscious.

They move swiftly through the wooded area, Paloma following closely behind him as they navigate the uneven ground. Fortunately, those down by the lake are oblivious to their urgent mission, the distant noise of conversation and music low as they make their way to Javier’s truck.

At the vehicle, he carefully places the girl in the cab, Paloma attempting to climb in also but he stops her.

Javi frowns, shooting her a glare. “What the hell are you doing?” He asks incredulously.

“I’m comin’ with you,” she replies, matter-of-factly, gritting her teeth.

“Absolutely not, you’re staying here while I deal with this––” “You can either stand here ‘n argue with me while this poor girl bleeds out in your truck, or you can shut up and get to drivin’.”

She doesn’t give him time to make a choice, nudging him out of the way and hopping in, very gently placing the stranger’s head on her lap.

Javier mumbles out a litany of expletives, evidently frustrated, closing the passenger door behind her then rounding the truck to get it started.

They pull out into the main road and he reaches for his mobile phone to call Romeo at the station, clueing him in on what the fuck is going on. He doesn’t mention that Paloma is with him–– that’d only set the sheriff off and he needs him focused on sobering up the doctor, not distracted by his daughter’s unauthorized involvement.

“Hey darlin’, I’m Paloma.” She murmurs softly, brushing matted hair from her face and trying not to wince at her injuries. “We’re gonna get you some help, okay? You’re in good hands.” The girl’s left eye is swollen shut, her lip busted, her face a canvas of dirt and blood—both fresh and dried. Paloma’s stomach turns at the thought of how long she might have lain there, unnoticed and in pain.

As they speed towards town, Javier can’t help but overhear her words of comfort; her voice is sweet, all things considered, as she tries to keep the battered girl from drifting into unconsciousness.

Despite his initial exasperation over her coming along, he softens at her compassion. He knows she’s only trying to help.

When glancing over at them briefly, he sees that she’s still only in her bathing suit and boots, “There’s a flannel in the back. Put it on when we get there.” He advises, his tone calmer now. She nods in acknowledgment, eyes flickering with concern as she continues to comfort the girl in her lap.

When they finally pull up outside Dr. Hughes’s home, the doctor, her husband, and Romeo are already eagerly waiting on the porch. The sheriff’s expression is tight, his eyes narrowing as he spots Paloma in the front seat. Javier cuts the engine and hurries around to gently lift the injured girl from the truck, careful not to worsen her wounds as he takes her into his arms.

The doctor rushes forward, her professional demeanor snapping into place as she assesses her condition. “Get her inside,” she directs briskly, everyone moving to assist.

Paloma follows them into the house after slipping on his red flannel and buttoning it up halfway, her mind racing with worry and subtle guilt for having involved herself. She knows her dad is going to have questions, but she isn’t focused on that now.

She paces outside of the room they’re in, barely hearing the conversation happening on the other side.

“I can stabilize her but that’s about all I can do. She needs to go to a proper hospital,” Dr. Hughes’s voice filters through the door.

“I’ll take her. Get ahead of this thing before word spreads,” her father replies tersely.

“And your daughter?”

He sighs heavily, and Paloma’s heart sinks. “Why is she even here?” The question is directed at Javier, who stands quietly in the corner, arms crossed, thumb brushing his mustache as he stares into space. Like Paloma, he’s also covered in blood and dirt, but is unfazed by it.

“She found her out there and insisted on tagging along,” he answers truthfully. There’s a moment of tense silence. “I’ll make sure she makes it back home alright. What’s important now is her. Her injuries match that of the other victims. It had to have been the same person. We need her conscious and talking as soon as possible.”

Paloma stops pacing, her mind reeling with the implications of what they’re saying. She can’t bring herself to keep listening, now feeling a twinge of fear. It could have easily been her laying out on the dirt. Beaten and stabbed. Left for dead. She shivers.

She hurries down the hall to find the bathroom. The sensation of dry blood on her hands makes her skin crawl. She needs to wash it off, to do something tangible to alleviate the whiplash of her emotions.

Closing the door behind her, she turns on the tap and lets the lukewarm water run over her hands, scrubbing vigorously. The crimson stains run pink, swirling down the drain.

She leans against the sink when she’s finished, staring at her reflection in the mirror, trying to make sense of the chaotic events of the evening. How did her day go from being joyful to this? The adrenaline rush is starting to ebb, replaced by a sinking feeling of dread about what might unfold next.

Her hair is frizzy and damp from the lake water, her eyes glossed over with unshed tears she hadn’t even realized welled up. There’s blood and grime staining her midriff and parts of her bathing suit. The image reflects back a mix of concern and weariness.

A sudden knock startles her.

“You okay in there?” Javier’s voice is slightly muffled but it instantly calms her nerves.

She moves to open the door slightly, peeking up at him through the crack.

“M’not the one half dead on a bed right now,” she mutters.

He glances down the hall, ensuring they’re alone before focusing back on her. “I know, baby. She’s going to be fine. Your dad’s about to leave to take her to the hospital.”

“He’s pissed that I’m involved, ain’t he?”

He sighs, his hands falling to his hips. “Not pissed, just upset. But he’ll get over it. I’m taking you home, so whenever you’re ready, I’ll be outside.”

Paloma nods, grateful for him as he’s her anchor in all this turmoil. She closes the door, leaning her back against it and taking some deep breaths, composing herself before stepping out. She’s still a little shaky, but knowing she did all that she could brings a small measure of solace.

Back out on the porch, her father and Javier both turn to look at her. Romeo eyes the flannel on her shoulders then flicks his gaze over to his deputy sheriff warily. Whatever he’s thinking, he doesn’t voice out loud.

“How you holdin’ up?”

“I’m fine,” she replies, her voice steady though her eyes betray lingering worry.

Her dad walks over to her, enveloping her in a brief hug before pulling back, hands settling on her shoulders. “Lock all the doors when you make it home. You know where the key to the gun safe is?”

“Daddy don’t be ridiculous…” She begins to protest, but the serious look in his eyes stops her short. She swallows hard, “Yes, I know where it is.”

“Good. I’ll have one of the deputies posted out front of the house. Who knows if this fucker was lingerin’ around when you found her. M’not riskin’ it.”

All she does is nod while he places a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

She looks over his shoulder at Javier who’s doing a piss poor job of acting like he’s not listening in on them.

They lock eyes briefly, his expression a mix of concern and reassurance. The sheriff’s caution is warranted. The extra surveillance on her honestly makes Javi feel more at ease, too.

Ensuring that the girl is settled as comfortably as possible in the back of her father’s cruiser, he wastes no time–– lights flashing and sirens blaring as he speeds off towards the hospital.

Dr. Hughes joins them on the porch not long after, “You hurt, darlin’?” She asks and Paloma shakes her head. They say their goodbyes and Javier thanks the married couple for their help.

Back in his truck, it’s quiet minus the murmur of the radio as they drive along the backroads. She stares out of the rolled-down window, lost in thought.

“I hope she makes it out okay,” She finally breaks the silence, her voice laden with concern.

Javier glances over before reaching out to place a reassuring hand on her thigh, squeezing gently. “She’ll be fine. Don’t stress over this, hermosa, por favor.”

She nods hesitantly, appreciating his comfort but unable to shake off the nerves. The image of her beaten face and fragile state is etched vividly in her memory.

First the old man, now her.

As they approach her house, Paloma thinks of her father’s stern warning and the precautions he insisted on.

“Can you come back later?” She blurts out, tugging at the hem of his shirt out of nervousness.

Javier purses his lips, rubbing at his eyebrow. He can feel the migraine slowly winding up. “I wish. Gotta head back out to the lake to oversee everything while your dad’s at the hospital.” It’s going to be a long night.

Her heart sinks, but she understands. This is his job after all. He’s more use out there than he is staying here to comfort her. She rubs at her eyes, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on her, yet she knows sleep will be elusive tonight. The fear that someone might be coming after her is too intense.

She really hopes this doesn’t trigger another nightmare. She’ll stay up all night to prevent it from happening if she has to.

“Hey, c’mere,” he undoes his seatbelt then hers once they’re parked, bringing her closer to him, not giving a damn that they’re both dirty. “If it were up to me, I’d stay with you all night. I’ll make sure they send someone with some fuckin’ sense out here to look after you.” His hand comes up to cup her jaw, lowering his face to hers and she pouts softly.

“Even though I know you’re more than capable of handlin’ yourself.”

It’s true, but it’s the principle of it. The fact that they even have to worry about this. Still, she gives him a tight smile.

“I had a really great time with you today.” She whispers, nuzzling against the large palm that’s now against her cheek, his thumb stroking her soft skin.

“Me too, palomita. I always have a great time when I’m with you. Love seein’ that pretty smile.” Her heart flutters and she bites her lip, his dark eyes dropping to her mouth as she does.

They both lean in at the same time, sharing a slower, more tender kiss. Neither of them wanting to pull away yet knowing they have to. There are more pressing matters at hand.

After a few more minutes of getting lost in each other, he pulls back and nudges his nose against hers. “Go on now, cariño. I’ll see you soon as I can.”

She pouts again, leaning in to kiss him one final time before sliding away and reaching for the door handle.

“Wait,” he stops her, leaning over to open the glove box and pulling out one of his updated cards—the one with his new mobile number on it.

“You call me if you need anything at all. Doesn’t matter what it is. I’ll answer.”

She takes the small card between her fingers, looking up at him. “Anythin’?” she asks for clarification.

“Anything.” His voice is firm, eyes locking onto hers, making sure she knows he means it.

This brings her comfort, but she won’t bother him while he’s in the middle of dealing with everything. Not unless she has to. “Okay. Be safe, Javi.”

“You too, palomita. Lock the doors and try to get some rest.”

She steps out of the truck, watching as he drives off into the night, a mixture of fear and warmth lingering in her chest. She knows he’ll be back as soon as he can, but for now, she has to be strong for herself. She heads inside, locking the door behind her, the small card still clutched in her hand.