#so here we are 🙂👍🏼

[elssbethtascioni]

Emily Prentiss + smoking

[leclercsainzz]

i was listening to “all to well” by taylor swift and the part where she sings “i still remember the first fall of snow” (pretty much verse 6) came on and i remember i had seen a nico rosberg x lewis hamilton edit to this song a few nights ago and i was wondering if you could do one where reader is nico’s sister and she dated lewis but they fell of because of the whole brocedes friendship fall out and the fans associate them with this specific song/verse .. basically brocedes situation but instead it’s reader x lewis (idk if all this makes sense lol)

DO YOU REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL?

PAIRINGS: lewis hamilton x rosberg sister!reader

TYPE: social media au

ynrosberg

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ynrosberg: weekend photo dump or whatevaaa 🤷🏼‍♀️

tagged: @nicorosberg @danielricciardo

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user: omG i stiLL CaNnoT beliEVE MOTHER PULLED UP TO THE HUNGARIAN GRAND PRIX AKAKD!!!!!

↳ user: apparently she only went to support danny bc she promised him that she’d show up to a race if he came back 😭

user: does anyone know if lewis and her interacted??!!?

user: gorgg 😍😍😍

zayn: 😍

↳ user: are they dating??

↳ user: zayn??? 👀 what are you doing here??

user: not nico using memes 💀 LMAOOO

↳ nicorosberg: it was actually a gif 😭

↳ user: pLease, this makes it 10x better

danielricciardo: ❤️❤️

user: still can’t believe mother pulled up and we didn’t get a single interaction with dad 😭😭

user: it’s the waY LEWIS WALKED BY HER WITHOUT SPARING HER A GLANCE 😭😭😭💔

↳ user: i cried when i saw that 😭😭 like why’d they show us?

user: so is everyone gonna ignore the last post?? 444?? 4’s??? who is associated with 4? lewis mf 44 hamilton?? hello?

user: lewis????

user: will forever hold on to the idea that they’ll get back together soon 😌

user: i love how everyone is bringing up lewis as if they didn’t end on bad terms lmao

fernandoalo_official: glad to see my spanish lessons taught you something 👍🏼

aussiegrit: it’s britney bitch

📌 pinned

user: not her pinning webber’s comment 💀

user: thE things i’d do to see a lewis comment or like 😩

user: just thinking about the fact that yn & lewis might’ve seen each other at the race but refused to interact w each other 😭

↳ user: they did:( and they ignored each other

user: can someone please tell me if her and lewis talked?

user: i just know they refused to look in each other’s directions

↳ user: stop 😭😭😭 you’re right, they didn’t 💔💔💔

user: 4?? lewis??

user: missing ynlewis hours 😓

user: ugh, she’s soo pretty 😍😍😍

user: how can one be this beautiful? 😩

ynrosberg

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ynrosberg: photo dump pt 2 🤪

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user: all too well 10 min ver. (taylor’s version)??? yes or yes??

↳ ynrosberg: always!!! 💗

user: LEWIS LEWIS LEWIS LEWIS LEWIS LEWIS

user: 😍😍😍😍😍

zayn: thanks for the pic creds

↳ yourusername: yea yea

georgerussell63: i see my name 👀

user: i pray lewis and her will get back together

user: wishing for a ynlewis interaction 😩😩

↳ user: same, sis, same!

user: her smile in the third post 🥰

kendalljenner: 😍😍 beauty

↳ ynrosberg: mwahh 😘

user: when she listens to taylor swift >>

nicorosberg: never got my ice cream 😕

↳ ynrosberg: oops???

user: I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL

user: i literally just saw a ynlewis edit to all too well!!! janskdnd

↳ user: SEND ME THE LINK, NOW

↳ user: ^ me too, please!!!

↳ user: wtF, iM crying 😭😭😭😭

user: i just need to know that her and lewis are on good terms, my mental health depends on this info

↳ user: hate to break it to you …. but ….

↳ user: they literally walked by each other TWICE during the hungarian gp and didn’t acknowledge each other 💔💔💔💔

user: does anyone know if lewis and yn are friends at least?

↳ user: girl??? they don’t even follow each other 🙂

user: she looks happy, he looks happy … they moved on .... maybe it’s time for us all to move on as well? 😔😔😔

↳ user: nO, i cant 😔 i rEfuse!!

user: who’s lewis??? and what does he have to do with yn and nico?? (i don’t mean to offend anyone, i just keep seeing so many comments regarding lewis … is he a driver like nico or??)

↳ user: long story short, lewis hamilton is a formula 1 driver (yes), him and nico used to be teammates .. they were pretty much fighting for the championship and in the process their friendship started to fall apart due to their rivalry and ig yn pushed lewis away after nico won and retired

↳ user: wasn’t it because lewis said he didn’t want distractions and wanted to focus on his career?

↳ user: tbh i’m not sure, they never really confirmed anything

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton: season so far ✌🏾

tagged: @georgerussell63 @fernandoalo_official

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user: ROSCOE!!!!

user: i wonder if roscoe misses mother as much as i do 😭

user: dad, please get back with mom!! 🙏🏼

user: my man everybody 😍😍😍

user: i heard from a friend that george “kidnapped” roscoe and took him to see yn

↳ user: wait wtf, are you being frr??? 😭😭 don’t play with me

↳ user: idk if it’s true

↳ user: i wonder how roscoe reacted when he saw yn, if he did

georgerussell63: roscoe 🥰

↳ lewishamilton: dognapper

↳ georgerussell63: i did it for the greater good:)

↳ user: wAit omgsksn does that mean he actually took roscoe to see yn or???? omg wkakalsk 🥺🥺🥺

user: he’s so fine 😩

fernandoalo_official: 😎

user: WAIT DID GEORGE REALLY TAKE ROSCOE TO GO SEE YN?? BC IF SOOO IMA CRY 😭😭😭😭

user: ya’ll remember when roscoe would pull up with both his parents to the paddock?? 😔 ahh, good old times

user: @sebastianvettel sebs, i need you to work your magic and reunite my parents, please

user: not getting over how they just walked past each other as if they didn’t spend 4 years together 💔

user: the fit 🔥

user: things that keep me up at night: brocedes & ynlewis

↳ user: ^ THIS!!!!

user: ya’ll ever thing about the what-if of ynlewis??

user: goat with a another goat (alonso) 🤩

user: they day yn and lewis reunite will be magical

user: missing the yn comments/likes 🥺🥺🥺

carlossainz55: 🤩🤩🤩

user: 7 years ago, ynlewis broke my heart 😭😭😭

↳ user: don’t forget brocedes 😭😭

↳ user: can’t believe it’s been 7 years, mate

user: i wonder if they privately talk, yk??

↳ user: never thought of that but i hope they do, tbh

sebastianvettel: ❤️

user: roscoe’s too adorable!! 🥺❤️

user: i know they’ll find their way to each other eventually

ynrosberg

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ynrosberg: life so far 💗 (p.s. happy 8 months, lover)

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user: mOTHER?????? who is that????

user: 8 months???? wtf?? hello?? since when???

user: what about lewis??!

user: looks like mother gave us another dad 😔

↳ user: lewis is MY dad, idcc … zayn can be my step dad

user: so you’re telling me lewis and yn getting back together won’t happen anytime soon?? 😭😭

zayn: ❤️

↳ user: wAIT!!!! ZAYN??!??? OMG MAKALANS I KNEW THE TATTOOS LOOKED FAMILIAR WHSLs

↳ user: one direction guy????

nicorosberg: cute

↳ ynrosberg: 😌

user: they’ve been together for 8 months?? 😮😮

user: it all makes sense, i just never connected the dots

user: this was not on my 2023 bingo card 😩

user: ngl but this is actually cute

danielricciardo: cats out the bag, yayyy 🥳

↳ user: YOU KNEW!/@/&/@/‘s

user: i wonder how lewis is feeling rn

↳ user: as if he cares

user: mom, what about dad?? 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔

user: @lewishamilton

user: nooooOo i miss dad 😭😭

user: allbio984!;’al hepan huh?!?!@ what?&@“”

user: ig those rumors a few months ago were true

↳ user: which ones???

↳ user: they were seen together like 3 months ago and there were speculations that they were together but it was never confirmed until now 😭

user: i’m still at the restaurant with dad 😢😢😢

user: yn, you’re breaking my heart 💔💔 we want dad

user: scReaming and goiNg apeshit alapamcbh93&,!;@/

user: lewis officially lost her 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

user: i can’t believe this wtf

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton: all too well

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user: DAD IS QUOTING “ALL TOO WELL”

user: roscoe owns my heart, idcc 🥺🥺

user: you remember it all too well, huh? 🥺

user: ya’ll remember yn posted a photo dump a while ago and one of the pic was a “all too well” aesthetic and now he’s using it as his caption??? he definitely misses her 😭😭😭

user: “just between us do you remember it all too well” you remember, she remembers, we all remember 💔

user: dad, we know know you miss mom and uncle nico

↳ user: 😭😭😭 stopp

user: roscoe 🥰🥰🥰

user: mom’s got a new boyfriend

user: ynlewis/brocedes will forever be my roman empire

georgerussell63: roscoe’s such a cutie!

↳ user: idc if you have to break yn and zayn up but we NEED our og parents back, please 🙏🏼

user: they were THE COUPLE

user: she definitely haunts all his what-ifs 😭😭

↳ user: he should’ve married her when he had the chance

↳ user: will never get over him choosing his career over her

user: @ynrosberg

user: i miss them everyday 😩

user: i often think about how if brocedes never ended the way they did they would’ve been together, just maybe

↳ user: i think about this everyday 😩😩😩😩

↳ user: they would’ve been married and with a kid by now

maxverstappen1: have you been hitting the gym?

↳ lewishamilton: always

user: it’s never too late, don’t give up

↳ user: she’s with zayn

user: i still hold on to the possibility that they’ll get back together eventually

user: timing was wrong bc they were in different stages of their lives but i believe they’ll always be soulmates ❤️

user: why’d they break up??

↳ user: bc yn wanted a family and lewis was too focused on his career at the time, i guess

user: roscoe’s a child of divorce like us 😭😭

user: convinced myself that taylor wrote verse 6 about them in all too well (10 min ver)

user: i wonder if he ever gets deja vu when he sees her or viceversa

user: ynlewis keeps me up at night

user: we lost two amazing things 😔 ynlewis & brocedes

↳ user: we can all collectively agree it’s mercedes fault

ynrosberg

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ynrosberg: an adventure is about to begin 🥰

tagged: @zayn

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user: mother is becoming a mother??!? omg 😭😭

user: congratulations!!!

zayn: can’t wait for our little one ❤️

↳ ynrosberg: ❤️❤️❤️

user: im not crying, you are 😭

user: the fact that’s she’s becoming a mother 😭 w/o lewis

user: this could’ve been lewis

↳ user: if only 😔

sebastianvettel: happy for you, congrats! ❤️❤️

↳ ynrosberg: ❤️❤️

nicorosberg: can’t wait till i’m officially an uncle 😢

↳ ynrosberg: ilyyyy ❤️

danielricciardo: IM GONNA SPOIL THAT KID

aussiegrit: congrats, yn

↳ ynrosberg: 😊😊 thanks youuu

jensonbutton: ❤️❤️❤️ congrats

↳ ynrosberg: 🥰

fernandoalo_official: 🥳🥳🥳

georgerussell63: can i be the uncle too??

↳ ynrosberg: why not 🤪

user: AHHH IM SOO HAPPY FOR YOU!!

kendalljenner: congrats, my love 🥳❤️❤️❤️

user: im so happy for her but all i can think about is lewis

user: mom becoming a mom without dad 😭😭😭😭

user: ya’ll imagine if it would’ve been lewis 😩

user: her dream came true 😭😭

carmenmmundt: ahh congratulations 🥰🥰🥰

↳ ynrosberg: ❤️❤️

heidiberger__: congrats, beautiful 💗💗

↳ ynrosberg: 🥰🥰

lewishamilton: congratulations!

↳ ynrosberg: thank you!!

↳ user: i waS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS 😭😭😭😭

↳ user: why’d he have to do this??? 😭

↳ user: the way this could’ve been him

user: lewis commented omg 😢😢😢

↳ user: i just know he’s regretting everything

user: lewis 💔💔💔

user: i know dad’s crying over this cause so am i

user: we’re all child of divorce 😭😭😭

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Hello!!!

Welcome back to my crack posts! =D

We Are ep 9 is as hilarious as it's frustrating, and I will continue to the whys below with a healthy dose of crack. <3

Warning: long post 😊😅

Ohoho, our little boy is jealous and... its not even 5 minutes in (2 minutes since the actual start). Is that a new record?

Kluen: can I just sleep beside you- 😊

Phum: No. 🙂

Poor Toey getting roped into this too 😭

(something something, Chain helping Toey get Q jealous while Phum uses Toey as a buffer for the cause of his jealousy)

Our favourite old married couple hehe (who aren't actually dating yet-)

My poor Phum 😭

Okay, as much as I don't like Kluen, I have to give it to him for being so straightforward, going as far as telling Phum that he likes Peem when he realizes that Phum might does like him too.

Also the t-shirt: We Are Volunteer.

Yes! Call him out!

We really need more call out-ers in BL.

I laughed so hard my cat looked at me weird 😭😂

Children really are the best eyy

Phum looks so betrayed oh gods 😭

The 'I know what you're doing but I'll still play along cause I like you too, ai'kwai' look. Ah, a classic from thai bl.

This reminds me of when Tinn says "How can I be your friend? I like you!" when Gun finds him after he ran away from the MV shoot.

(And Gun replies, "You think I can?")

On one hand we have Phum who bribes children with chocolates (that he just happens to have in his pocket) to lure away his crush from his rival.

On the other we have Q who simply up and runs away when his friend faux-swipes his crush's sweat simply to make him jealous.

*looks between them and shakes head* these boys are absolutely hopeless

Our favourite married couple part 2 (who are actually dating)

continued:

Pun and Mick just here playing around 😭👍🏼

Peem was right, if they were the only ones in charge of cooking, no one would get any food T~T

But... how exactly did "cut into round shapes" get converted to "cut into round glasses" to "rectangles"? 😶

Fang is so done with these idiots 😭👍🏼

In this moment, I kid you not, my brain played the "what did he sayyy" meme 😶

Phum: *bombastic side eye of death*

Yes, please. We've been waiting for this for 8 and a half episodes.

Yes, and you are the nosiest peep, now continue.

Ah, so Fang is actually the violent sibling, and him and Phum (and Tan, apparently) got into frequent fights, it seems like.

Got caught red handed 😭

Tan is so dead

Wait... so Tan and Fang had a beginning much like Phum and Peem? 👀

Rivals to lovers for both brothers it is, then.

And I feel so bad for Phum, poor guy has been a third wheel since his high school days 😭

...somehow, I think Chain and Pun will put even TanFang to shame when they actually start dating 😶

'Course you have. You just played with water with your besties the other day

And with friends like yours, Peem? It's unlikely you'll go one day without playing around with something or the other

Beer doing God's work here 😭🙏🏼

I love how Beer is both perceptive and observant of his friends, and knows just what to say to get them moving.

He wants the best for Phum and even tells him how he's happy that Peem came into his life, and Phum is a lot more lively these days. (MSP flashbacks again anyone? No? Just me?)

He might not be as playful or enthusiastic as Peem's friends, but he knows what his friends need and he'll try his hardest to make sure they have it. He's just such a good friend.

Phum telling him about the Deal™ also shows us just how much he trusts Beer.

Love him <3

Sweetie, I understand you need some space, but you don't talk to your future boyfriend possible crush like that 😭

Nothing to see here, just a goodnight kiss.

Jokes aside, I like that Peem tries to figure out what's wrong, but he doesn't push too hard. And even tries to provide some comfort to Phum.

And in these moments with just them, Phum has bursts of courage to show his affection, and show Peem how much he means to him, instead of just telling him.

I don't think this is him being emotionally constipated (he is, no doubt about it, but strangely not as much when it comes to Peem), but more of him being unsure of where he stands with Peem (as I mentioned in last week's post).

Are they just friends because their friend groups merged? Acquaintances forced to be close due to circumstances? Just creditor and debtor? Is the deal all that's holding them together?

Well, Phum needs to find the answers. (Preferably and possibly within the next episode)

*sigh* they're gonna kill me with fluff (and I'm gonna die happy)

This is my favourite scene of this ep. Just crushes cuddling each other with sleep, the rest of the evil world (Kluen) forgotten for the moment.

Ah. I love cuddles even more than kisses, not gonna lie

Also, ep 10 seems promising!

Anyways, that's all for now, see you next week! And if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here, have a bubble tea and a cookie 🧋🍪

[yeahxsurexokay13]

fraternising with the enemy - jude bellingham

extra - maia x barça

summary: maia being a (vip) culer

2021

fcbarcelona

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fcbarcelona Training days made brighter with a special visit from @/maia.graceee.

Gràcies per venir, Maia! Sempre és un plaer tenir-te amb nosaltres. 🔵🔴! #ForçaBarça [Thanks for stopping by, Maia! Always a pleasure to have you with us!]

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user1 NOT MY TWO WORLDS COLLIDING

fan1 🥺 my baby's dream coming true. last year she got a a happy bday wish and now this!

maia.graceee gràcies per la vostra acollida!! sempre és un plaer estar amb vosaltres 🫂 [thank you for the warm welcome!! it's always a pleasure to be with you]

user2 quién es? [who is she?]

user3 es una actriz que es muy fan del barça [she's an actress that's a very big barça fan]

fan2 maia finally met the white boys of the moment pedri and gavi 😳

fan3 gavi looks so happy lol

maia.graceee

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maia.graceee les millors @/fcbfemeni ⭐️💖 [the best]

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fcbfemeni Moltes gràcies per venir a animar-nos, Maia! Esperem que hagis gaudit del partit 💪⚽️ [Thank you so much for coming to cheer us on, Maia! We hope you enjoyed the match.]

maia.graceee ha estat un plaer! sempre és emocionant veure-vos jugar ♥️ [it's been a pleasure! it's always exciting to see you play]

fan1 Maia en el Johan Cruyff🤩🤩🤩 [Maia at the Johan Cruyff]

fan2 when are you coming back to the US? 😔

aitanabonmati Gràcies per la teva visita ❤️ [thank u for your visit]

maia.graceee quina il·lusió conèixer-te!!🫶🏻 [what a pleasure to meet you]

user1 this girl's love for barça is on another level omg

user2 She's supporting the girls!!!! Visca Barça!

marialeonn16 💪🏼🔥

fan3 are you friends with Alexia Putellas?

2022

maia.graceee

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maia.graceee de tornada a casa per a alguna cosa molt especial ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

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fan1 maia 🤝🏽 barça

user2 WITH PEDRI AND GAVI ?!?!

pedri La última foto 🙃 [that last pic]

maia.graceee 🙂👍🏼 (tú) [you]

fan2 I'd love to see you playing football with them 🫣

maia.graceee 😮‍💨😮‍💨 i've never kicked a ball in my life

fan2 OMFG I LOVE U SO MUCH MAIA

fan3 hate it when she writes in catalan bc insta is never able to translate it😭😭😭

fan4 it says that she's back home for something very special 😊

fan3 omg thank u sm!!

user1 what could she possibly be doing with barça? isn't she an actress?

pablogavi Hermanita❤️❤️

maia.graceee 🫂♥️💋

ansufati Los tres mosqueteros 🤣 [the three musketeers] liked by maia.graceee

2023

maia.graceee

Liked by judebellingham and 3.080.092 others

maia.graceee brindant per la victòria del millor equip del món a la lliga @/fcbarcelona!!! ❤️💙 always with my girl @/mikkeykiemeney <33

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fan1 You and Mikkey look stunning with the trophy

pedri Qué noche! Gracias por estar siempre a nuestro lado. ❤️ [what a night. thank you for always being by our side]

maia.graceee tq pedrito🫂💋💋 [ily pedrito]

fan5 whAT DO YOU MEAN ILY

user3 @ jude bellingham dislikes this comment

user1 wondering when we'll get to see you and Jude celebrating a win together

fan3 the rumours might not even be true. leave her be.

fan2 it's so great to see you enjoying the celebrations🥰

mikkykiemeney love you endlessly mi chica 💖

maia.graceee love you forever my partner in crime💘

user2 Barça's biggest fan right here! Thanks for always backing our team ❤️💙

fan4 visca el Barça!!!

ronaldaraujo_4 Qué alegría verte disfrutar con nosotros, Maia! Seguimos adelante juntos 💪🏽🔵🔴 [How joyful to see you enjoying with us, Maia! Let's keep moving forward together]

maia.graceee 🥺🥺 eres el mejor, ronald!!!! [you're the best, ronald]

ferrantorres Sempre un plaer tenir-te amb nosaltres! Gràcies per la teva suport constant ❤️ [always a pleasure to have you with us! Thanks for your constant support.]

maia.graceee siempre, tibu 🦈🫶🏻 [always, shark]

[messrsrarchives]

Heyyy You explain these things in ways I can actually understand is it insensitive to ask about the blocker ban? And I hope you haven't been affected by any of it and that you are okay 💖💖💖

HI !! i'm gonna be so honest and say that my initial response was going to be that i can't. and,,, i can't really.

but the corner feels really empty at the moment. which,,, i know it's not. but it's really fucking lonely both in and out of this space to be trans right now so i'm gonna make this corner mine 🙂↕️ let's talk about it.

to preface - it's so much deeper than everything below. it's,,, i haven't been hurt by the ban of puberty blockers but since they've made it indefinite, i've been taken off of all care. from my seizures to my mental health to even just "if i broke my leg right now, where the fuck do i go???". which,,, fucking sucks init. i thought maybe it was just a Me thing and i'd gotten unlucky with my gp, but all bar one of my trans friends have been taken off of everything. so,,, not directly no. but this isn't just an attack on Trans Healthcare, this is an attack on trans people receiving any healthcare. oh and they changed my name back to my deadname on the database without telling me. so that's. something.

yeah. it fucking sucks. eloquent, i know but idk. no words for it really and you've sent this at 4am which is prime crying time so 🫂🫂 thank you for checking in 🫂🫂

but now that the sob session is over, onto the important things:

THE BASICS:

puberty blockers: used to postpone puberty, once taken off of these puberty proceeds as normal.

these are not predominately a form of trans healthcare and can be used for: early onset puberty (affects v roughly 1 in 5-10,000), endometriosis (growth of uterine lining, incredibly painful condition), some forms of cancer - and some other things but these are the most common uses

these have been used commonly since the 80s to treat such things with no question in regards to their safety (because, spoiler alert: this isn't actually about the safety of them, it's about transphobia)

the ban only applies to gender dysphoria cases: note here, at the time of the original ban only 83 cases of this were being prescribed. more cis people were on them than trans people.

to clarify, in case it wasn't clear how blatant the transphobia is: puberty blockers do not function differently on trans people. healthcare does not discriminate, the system does.

TIMELINE:

MARCH 2024: nhs england decides that blockers will no longer be routine treatment for gender dysphoria

APRIL 2024: final cass report released -> more below but this was a review into gender identity services for under-18s, written by someone who hates trans people,,, i'm sure that won't be biased at all ! /s

MAY 2024: previous tory government tightens this and introduces an "emergent temporary ban" (those already on the drug are allowed to continue)

JULY 2024: labour gov comes into power and keep it in place. law is challenged in the high court, government wins.

AUGUST 2024: "temporary" ban extended again

NOW: wes streeting (health secretary) has made this indefinite with a review in 2027.

EXTRA DETAILS:

this comes from "expert advice" including the Cass Report. i'll link a review by Stonewall Scotland here but the general synopsis is that this is written by a terf who did not communicate with trans individuals, has no fucking clue what actually happens, and is completely fucking wrong about everything. government (both previous and current) approve this review 😄👍🏼 -PSSTTT so does jkr, she said she felt "vindicated" by this)

there are planned clinical trials by the nhs into the use of puberty blockers (will these happen? who knows! will they be fair? absolutely not, the nhs started this and have been cutting their trans services for fucking ages)

backed by Sex Matters (incrediblyyy transphobic organisation and PSSSTTTT jkr is connected to them! anyway :3 here's a quote from them -> "It marks another step towards puberty blockers being relegated to a shameful chapter of history, in which parents and health professionals were emotionally blackmailed into harming children in the name of 'progress'."

this here is a response from Trans Actual -> note, this is from the august extension, i'm unsure if they've responded to the indefinite ban yet.

there's most definitely more but i've spent too long looking at my google doc. i hope this helped explain it a little !!

it's all incredibly baseless with no evidence of the harm these "cause", but plenty of evidence on the harm the ban causes. it's blatant transphobia no matter how much they phrase it as "protecting kids"

[captainwans]

★ . . . ❛ ━━ BEN CHILWELL x FEM!READER.

( MASTERLIST! )

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yourbestfriend no photo creds? 🤨

benchilwell excuse you i took the picture

yourbestfriend and i took the other one ☝️

yourfriend 🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️

cmpulisic here we go again

username babe yourinstagram just posted

username the ✨ aesthetics ✨

kaihavrtz29 you’ve summoned me

sophiaamelia he’s literally kicking his feet giggling rn at the comment section

kaihavrtz29 it’s my favorite time of the day

yoursister looking at y/n comment section?

kaihavrtz29 yoursister don’t ruin my mood 😒

yourbestfriend watch it havertz you’re next

kaihavrtz29 😶😶

benchilwell good luck mate

kennedyalexa 🤍🤍

yourinstagram it’s right before i disable all the comments 🤦🏻‍♀️ guys behave

benchilwell you heard my girl

yourbestfriend like you’re the one to talk

masonmount 😭😭😭

reecejames pls-

odegaard.98 spar noe syltetøy til meg 🍓 ( save some jam for me )

yourinstagram skal det! 🤭 ( will do )

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masonmount so that’s where chillys been hiding

yourinstagram sorry you’ll get him back in a week 🙈

benchilwell ❤️❤️

alexchilwell have so much fun you two 💕

yourinstagram thanks, lovie 🫶🏼

kaihavertz29 yourbestfriend has been real quiet

cmpulisic i’m actually concerned

username the beef between these two is the highlight of y/n comment section

masonmount agreed

username lmao mason

yourbestfriend enjoy your holiday love birds 🙂

kaihavertz29 and so she speaks!!

sophiaamelia babe not now

username ok but why that emoji tho?

username y’all are over-analyzing now 😭

benchilwell yourbestfriend that’s it?

yourbestfriend you expect me to give you a love letter mate? 🤨

kaihavertz29 *grabs popcorn*

username kai pls

username I CANT—

yourusername i don’t even know why i try anymore 🙃🙃

username y/n just wants to post man

username lowkey im loving this ngl

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katrinefogtfriis your captions are always slaying

yourinstagram you’re slaying girlie 💋

kaihavertz29 what about yourbestfriend?

username STOP

cmpulisic you’re making it worse man

yourfriend sophiaamelia pls come get ur man

sophiaamelia trust me i’m trying

username i’m crying and laughing at the same time

username i just love how everyone gathers around here tbh im all here for it

username i bet they have a group chat where they bicker and act like children just like the comment section

reecejames we actually do

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masonmount wonder who those flowers are from 👀😉

yourbestfriend definitely not from benchilwell

benchilwell and how do you know? you are literally at the other side of the globe 😑

rlc you guys need to make up 😭😭

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yourusername benchilwell you’re sleeping on the couch tonight (don’t argue!)

yourusername yourbestfriend apologize to ben rn and i don’t want any buts i’m literally going to implode your brain

yourusername masonmount since you’re so curious of my flowers they are from my beautiful mother 🥰

yourusername and lastly, the rest of you, kindly stay away from my comment section my brain is hurting from all the spam 🫶🏼

cmpulisic yes ma’am 🫡

reecejames 👍🏼👍🏼

username i lost so many brain cells

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[pardonmydelays]

#so many thoughts in my head about running out of time

#being close to my 30s

#wasting my time on nonsense instead of getting my shit together

#following my heart & making my decision of how i want to spend my time on this earth

I don't know if you're quoting some of the songs/a song or if this is you personally ranting, but, regardless, I feel the first three. HARD. I just turned 30 last month. I went to my brother friend's wedding (we three are only one year apart) last night and I felt so fucking insecure about where I am in life compared to my brother's friends, including the one who got married. I was so insecure to the point of wanting to not be alive. I had a glass of champagne and two Modelo cans. I hate the taste of beer...! All of them are already married and some were even talking about wanting to have kids soon.

And then there's me:

30

Still live at home

Not making a livable wage to move out (I think $19/hr. can be livable with a roommate (at least where I live)... Anyways, I work full-time, but in retail, the hours are inconsistent. I just need a 9-5 job with weekends and holidays off!)

Single 💔

I don't mind too much about being single, actually, but still living at home considering my age is what continues to fuck me up, and last night honestly triggered my depression and anxiety. I'm trying to be optimistic and remind myself that everyone's path to success (I guess is the right phrase) is different and that my time will eventually come. And once that time comes (dream job, first apartment, be in a relationship, etc.), I will be proud of myself for not giving up and ending my life. I will be truly happy.

BUT WHEN WILL THAT TIME COME?!?!

I apologize for the depressive ask. I just needed to let this out, and I felt that you were the best person to vent this too. I still have a sliver of hope that things will get better for me, but I'm not overly optimistic about the thought anymore. On the bright side, my master's degree certificate will be coming in the mail soon! So.. there's something to be excited about. 👍🏼

i wasn't really quoting anything here, it was just me & my thoughts... i'm sorry that you can relate to this tho...

i, on the other hand, can relate to your story. most of my friends, my age or even younger, are married, have kids or at least jobs they love. & then there's me: the most miserable person that you can imagine, just another awkward introverted isolated waste of space 🙂 (this time i am quoting dave malloy lol not important)

i would love to tell you that there's time for everything & you don't have to be exactly where other people around you are (whether they're your age or younger), it's perfectly fine to do all of that later in your life & it doesn't mean there's something wrong with you. i understand the feeling tho. i'm struggling with pretty much everything too & even tho i was really happy single for such a long time now i'm actually thinking that it would be so nice to meet somebody... but where. i can't even trust people with my feelings, i'm broken. life's a mess. i hate it here. i'll die alone i guess.

i'm glad at least you have something to be excited about. there's always something to be excited about, to be honest. even small things. let's focus on that while we can. let's not be sad tonight. it will get better, i promise.

[kookiecrush]

I am a pjm and I haven’t had time to go through your blog so I don’t know if you’re an anti- jm but I might do that later. That being said I don’t believe any bts ship is real but this taennie issue got me curious because I want to see how both sides of shippers are reacting to it. I don’t know if you are going to be honest but I need answers from a tkkr. I want to make sense of the whole thing involving my bias. How did jm get entangled in taekook?

Did you also believe he had something to do with them not interacting on camera?

How did he become the villain in your story?

In light of everything that has been going on, if it turns out that taennie is real, where does that leave jm? Especially with the way he has been treated all these years😫😫

To be honest, I’m probably more sad than the average tkkr because the hate is so pointless. I almost wish taekook is real so that I can at least justify tkkrs action towards him. Anyways have a nice day👍🏼

Hi 👋 First and foremost, I am not a Jimin anti or hater. Let me make that very clear. There will be no hating on any of the members allowed around here. My bio has ot7 because I love all of them. I especially love how Jimin is such a warm, caring person, always looking after the other members. He's such a beautiful person, inside and out 🥺

●"How did jm get entangled in taekook?" - I'm not quite sure what you mean by this so I can't really answer. I will say, the two biggest ships in bts both include Jungkook, and sometimes there can be a rivalry between the shippers among the more immature fans. Or some fans may feel threatened by Jungkook interacting with the member from the other popular ship. I don't partake in or condone this behaviour.

●"Did you also believe he had something to do with them not interacting on camera?" - Of course not. That was a result of the company taking action to avoid any rumours or scandals about them. I do believe bighit purposely reduced the taekook interactions and increased the jikook ones, though. Does this mean I think jikook aren't close or that everything they do is fanservice? Absolutely not. They are obviously very close and comfortable with each other, I just don't see anything beyond a friendship between them. That's just my personal opinion, don't come for me jikookers 😩

●"How did he become the villain in your story?" - I don't know what to say to this 😂 There is no "villain" and there is no "story". I've already established I don't hate Jimin 🤷‍♀️

●"if it turns out that taennie is real, where does that leave jm"? - exactly where he is right now, riding high with an extremely successful album and strutting around in Dior looking like a bad b. I don't see what Taennie has to do with Jimin?

In regards to Jimin getting hate from tkkrs, I'm well aware that must happen, and I hate that it does. I truly wish we could ban all toxic fans who spread hate and bitterness. Jimin doesn't deserve anything but love and respect. All the members do. I've seen tkkrs hating on Jimin, and I've seen jkkers hating on Taehyung, let's not forget it goes both ways. But what I will say, is that I do not interact with or talk to any tkkrs who have anything bad to say about Jimin. We don't do that shit around here. You also have a nice day anon 🙂

[ro-writesstuff]

hiya i was wondering if you could write some poly cake headcannons thank you :))

Calum Hood & Luke Hemmings -Cake Headcanons

a/n: so glad you requested! here you go :) requests are still OPEN!

summary: cake headcanons

pairing: poly!cake x female reader

warnings: cursing

word count: 1303

not my gif!

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-you were originally dating Luke

-when you met the rest of the band you and Calum hit it off really well

-sometimes you’d even hang out with him one on one

-luke always trusted you guys so he had nothing to worry about

-that was until he overheard him and Michael talking about you

-“She’s just so amazing, ya know? She’s got a great personality. She’s sweet, considerate. And has good looks. God, she’s gorgeous. I just- I don’t know what to do.”

-“Mate, she’s your best friend’s girlfriend.”

-“I know…”

-so Calum finally got the courage to talk to Luke about it

-he thought that Luke would be really mad

-which he was a little bit

-he kept telling Luke “it’s just a crush, it’ll go away”

-it never did

-so you, Luke and Calum had a long talk about what you guys should do

-and Luke brought up bringing Cal into your guys’s relationship

-and that was that

-during the beginning of your guys’ relationship Cal was so awkward

-he felt (and looked) like he was third wheeling all the time

-but of course you reminded him he was a part of the relationship

-just simple things like

-y’all are cuddling on the couch and you are laying on luke’s shoulder watching a movie

-and your hand is resting on Cal’s thigh

-and he’s just sitting there like 🙂👍🏼

-“Cal, you can come closer if you like.”

-“Yeah, why're you so far?”

-“Oh, dunno” *scoots in 2 inches*

-“You can come closer,”

-*scoots 2 inches closer*

-“I don’t bite, babe.”

-*scoots so that you’re barely touching*

-“Callll”

-at first he’d be lowkey stressed cause he knew he was a part of the relationship emotionally but physically he didn’t know what to do

-he’d just kinda… be there

-“You okay?”

-“Yep. I’m fine.”

-as months went by, he eased into the relationship though

-one day it would just click for all three of you and you would be so happy

-“Calum, can you pass me my phone?”

-“Sure, honey.”

-he wouldn’t notice he’d said it

-you and Luke wouldn’t say anything to him, you’d just silently give each other looks throughout the day

-“Love, can you get me a water please?”

-“Sure thing.”

-at the end of the day you and Luke would just beam at him

-“What?”

-“Nothing. I love you.”

-“Yeah. We love you.”

-“What are you two up to?”

-Cal’s the real touchy one i feel like

-not sexually he just likes physical touch

-“Y/N can you come here for a second?”

-“What’s up?”

-“Just come here”

-*you walk over* “What?”

-he’ll just wrap his arms around your waist and give you the warmest hug ever

-“Hi.”

-“That’s what I came over here for? A hug?”

-“That’s what you came- Yes, love me.”

-Luke’s like the dad in the relationship

-he always makes sure both of you are okay

-“You guys good? Want a water or something?”

-“No I’m good, thank you.”

-“Nah.”

-“Are you sure? I can make you some tea if you want.”

-“It’s fine, baby. Just watch the movie.”

-Luke will sometimes get jealous of Calum just cause you guys have the same humor

-you guys would be making fun of a character in a movie then all of a sudden Luke will just storm out of the room

-“Brilliant idea. Walk into a haunted house without a weapon. You’re so not gonna die.”

-“Yeah, and don’t tell anyone you’re going inside, either. Next Einstein over here.”

-with that he’d just leave

-both of you are so confused then you realize

-so you try and make things right

-he’s just sitting in the music room picking at his guitar while staring into space

-“We didn’t mean to make you feel bad, we’re sorry.”

-“I know. It just sucks cause you guys are so much whittier than me.”

-“Okay, but you’re more talented than Cal. That counts, right?”

-“Hey!”

-you and Calum are night owls so you stay up til the sun rises practically

-talking about nothing and everything

-“Do you think dinosaurs knew about smaller animals like bunnies?”

-“Not this shit again, please. Anything but the dinos.”

-“Hear me out.”

-“Who named things? You know what I mean? Like spork. Like who comes up with that?”

-“You’re so weird.”

-one night you’d just be talking in your room then Luke would burst through the door

-you and Calum jump out of your skin

-Luke’s just standing there like 🥺🧍🏼‍♂️ with a teddy bear Calum won him at a fair

-you and Cal try your hardest not to laugh because he looks like a scared child

-“Hi honey. You okay?”

-“I had a nightmare.”

-“Oh, baby. It’s okay, c’mere.”

-“I went to Cal’s room and you weren’t there, so I freaked out. Then I saw the light in your room and bolted over here.”

-you and Calum just look at each other with so much guilt

-“Sorry honey. We’re here now, though.”

-your sleep arrangement changes every. damn. day.

-normally Luke’s on your right and Calum’s on your left when you’re on the couch or sitting somewhere

-but whenever it’s time for bed…

-they always fight over who slept next to you the night previous

-“You were in the middle last night. Y/N was on the right side.”

-“No she wasn’t!”

-“Oh my- Yes she was!”

-“Luke’s right. You woke up with morning wood and you asked me if I could help you, remember?”

-*sighs* “Take this side.”

-since you were dating Luke first, he always knows what’s up with you

-“Hey, honey. How was work?”

-“Fine. Gonna take a shower.”

-Luke looks at Calum like a bomb went off

-poor Cal he’s always in the dark for stuff like that

-calum kinda follows suit to Luke

-but he’s a quick learner so pretty soon both of them know your patterns of what ticks you off

-Luke always talks you through your problems

-Calum’s just there for moral support and cuddles

-“It just sucks cause I’ve been there longer than them, and they get a fucking raise?! It just doesn’t make sense.”

-“Oh, what the fuck?”

-“Right?! And they never helped with those stupid group stuff.”

-“Honestly, how’re they not fired yet?”

-Cal normally stays silent during discussions like that

-he just caresses your thigh and listens

-but he has his own way of showing you he cares

-“Y/N?”

-“What do you want, Cal?”

-“I got you this.”

-it’s just something like a rubber duck just to make you laugh

-“Oh. Thank you.”

-“There’s that smile. Wanna watch a movie? Luke’s making dinner.”

-just them messing around with their instruments while you’re around

-Calum’s bass + Luke singing & playing the guitar = sleepy time

-they’ll just be playing around and then you’d just pass out

-“Y/N, did you like the chord or should we change it?”

-“Aaaand she passed out again.”

-“Alright. Let’s take her to bed.”

-“Wait, now? Wait a few minutes. She looks so comfortable.”

-“It’s 3 a.m.?”

-whenever they get into a fight it’s super awkward for you

-they never mean to put you in the middle it just kinda happens

-you listen to both sides and try to come up with a solution

-which normally ends up with you tricking them into apologizing to each other

-“Cal, wanna watch a movie? I’ll meet you in the living room in a few.”

-“Sure. That sounds nice.”

-“Lu, can I paint your nails?”

-“Okay.”

-when they see what you did you just run out the room and hope that they don’t kill you the next time they see you

-“Oh, fuck.”

-“How do we keep falling for this?”

-“Have fun you two!”

-they’re so attentive to your needs and are so loving towards you

-they’re literally the best boyfriends you could ever ask for

[bryan360]

(Updated fix after receiving my P-Pal’s message that he notice me. I’m just accidentally typing the wrong brand when Mikey using the Beats by Dr. Dre Headphone set instead of JBL Headphones by mistake. Sorry about that....)

Here’s my note before I’ll get started….

(DON’T YOU EVER COPY FROM MINE OR MY FRIEND’S WORK, CHARACTERS, AND STUFF IF ONE OF YOU ARE IMPOSTERS WHO HAD HABITS OF PLAGIARISM! I WILL BLOCK YOU FROM MY BLOG IF I SEE YOUR POST WITH MINE OR MY FRIEND’S ORIGINAL WORK BEING EDITED ALL OVER! I’LL EVEN SHARE IT ONTO MY BLOG SO IF EVERYONE WILL SEE THAT YOU TRYING TO COPY MINE OR MY FRIEND’S THINGS FOR NO GOOD REASON WHATSOEVER! That will be all….I mean it.)

🎆⭐️🎇 Happy New Year 2022!! 🎆⭐️🎇

This is it, people! As we're waiting the countdown to arrive whether watching on live television or at online stream, tomorrow is a big year change for 2022 to go into! Would be the right time to bring one last artwork post to share before I'm hoping to watch from NBC before going to bed for full on rest mode; just in case when it's over at 12:00 A.M. in my state I've living.😩😪 Probably not.

What all that be said, here's my last artwork of 2021 as Maxwell and his family were having fun to celebrate New Year's Eve party; especially having to invite 🐱🎧Mikey (Noteson's brother) joining in as well. This is something after 🎅🎄Christmas when giving to him from the Speedster Family and friends of his new Beats by Dr. Dre Headphone set that he was having fun with it.

🐱🎧Mikey: Yeah. The sound quality while playing through music from my phone was incredible! It was fitting to use while I was being invited from the rabbits family for some reason.

🐰🖌Maxwell: Thought it was a nice thing that you'll be earning after you've given your Autumn/Winter clothes to one of our friend from past months this year; especially to us when we're giving to Spot and Riya already instead of saving it for next year's Christmas.

🐱🎧Mikey: That goes to your Speedster friends as well? Not bad to change your minds. 👍🏼🙂

🐰👊💥May: It was the right thing to do. 😉 Hoping we can see them during our A-Pal's 2022 artwork posting soon.

🇵🇷Me: Yeah, I thought so too.

🦊⚽️Sam: For now, here's hoping they can see us while to celebrate New Year Eve's in our fictional state!

🐰🎤Windy: We wish them a good luck while having their time to celebrate New Year's Eve celebration to countdown until striking one.

🐰📚🍌Scottie: Hoping it won't affect our bedtime way too much though. Nevertheless....

🐰🦊Family, 🐱🎧Mikey and 🇵🇷Me: HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR OF 2022!! ✨🎉🎊

Maxwell (in his owned Spot Speedster's original Autumn/Winter clothes), May (in her owned Riya's Pink Autumn Winter clothes), Sam (in his Cude's Autumn Winter clothes), Windy, Scottie, and Mikey created by me; BryanVelasquez87 (Bryan360)

Tagged: @murumokirby360 @carmenramcat

[moved-to-void-kissed]

Hello there. I liked your content about Luna and Namine at most with the headcannon overall🙂👍🏼

Here's a question for you: Do you have any possible headcannons about Luna's biological mother (despite we don't see here). And what was Luna's childhood with her, before she ran away? I'm curious about that.

Ah, thank you so much!! I recognise a lot of your art and the ideas you have for your Chronicverse seem really intriguing, so, it means a lot that you like my content!! ^-^

Um.. I must admit that I often struggle with coming up with headcanons. But, one that I did have is that Luna’s mother was related to Cynthia (possibly her sister?), since Luna’s sprites were largely created with Cynthia’s as a base, if I recall correctly. I also like the idea of her name being Selene, to continue the moon theme, and maybe Luna looked quite similar to her which is why their names also follow a similar theme. She most likely passed away or otherwise left the picture when Luna was still very young, but she gave her the first taste of fairytales and stories that Luna loved so much, introducing her to worlds and tales outside the confines of her upbringing at Elias’ hands. I like to think that Luna and her mother were close.

Regarding Luna’s childhood beyond that point.. well, it definitely wasn’t a happy one, we know that. But, I like to think that Taka took on quite an older brother sort of role to her, especially while they were both much younger, since the two of them seemed to be all that the other had. He helped bring her out of her shell a tiny bit, but by the time Luna was able to run away with the help of Shade, he had already resigned himself to his position and didn’t feel he could get out himself. I also think that after Luna ran away, she didn’t go straight to Radomus, and instead hid herself away in Iolia Valley, so she had to fend for herself for a while. It was in the dark crystal caves there that she met a lot of her current Pokémon, but her Umbreon was originally an Eevee she brought with her when she ran away from Elias, which is part of why it’s now her ace Pokémon.

I hope that all that was alright! Thank you so much again for sending this ask in, and i hope that my answer was okay!!

[ciarahollands]

❥ 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉 — p.p

series masterlist

summary: you ask peter to hang out with you after school.

pairing: peter parker x reader

warnings: shitty ass chapter & flash being a dick

word count: 2k

author’s note: i honestly keep forgetting to write for this mini series and i don’t even think it’s that good at this point. i might scrap it but i know some of you enjoy this series. (like 10 people at most) so that’s what’s stopping me, again sorry for the slow updates. hope this chapter is okay. <3

december 16th | 11:23am

you were in class with your chin on the desk tapping your pencil against the wood not paying attention to what was happening in class. you missed peter you hadn’t seen him saturday and it was already wednesday. sure you’ve texted everyday since the date but you wanted to physically see him. you didn’t know peter that well but you knew him well enough to miss him and his cute face and brown soft curls.

you brought your eyes to the white board. your teacher’s back was faced to the class and was writing notes at least you think she was. you could really care less at the moment. you slipped your phone out of your jacket pocket and placed it on your desk opening peter’s contact. the person next to you looked at you confused and annoyed. you simply flipped them off mouthing the words ❝fuck off.❞

nothing annoyed you more than smart people who thought that they were better than everyone. peter wasn’t like that — it was one of the reasons why you liked him so much.

y/n 🥺❤️

peter

y/n 🥺❤️

peterrrr

y/n 🥺❤️

PETERRR

cute hot chocolate boy 🥰

WHAT?

cute hot chocolate boy 🥰

i’m in class! aren’t you?!

y/n 🥺❤️

yes and your point?

cute hot chocolate boy 🥰

so you shouldn’t be on your phone?

y/n 🥺❤️

but you’re on your phone too 🤭

cute hot chocolate boy 🥰

because u spammed me!

y/n 🥺❤️

BECAUSE

y/n 🥺❤️

i’m bored :(

cute hot chocolate boy 🥰

well school isn’t always fun…

y/n 🥺❤️

peter it’s NEVER fun.

cute hot chocolate boy 🥰

sometimes it is!

y/n 🥺❤️

well not for me 😪

cute hot chocolate boy 🥰

i’m sorry 🥺

y/n 🥺❤️

it’s fine you can’t do anything about it, unless you know how to abolish the school system

cute hot chocolate 🥰

pretty sure i can’t do that for u 😪

y/n 🥺❤️

WAIT

cute hot chocolate boy 🥰

yes???

y/n 🥺❤️

are you busy after school?! maybe we can hang out…

cute hot chocolate boy 🥰

i mean i was gonna do something but we can hang out for a bit!

author’s note: spider-man tingz 🤪

y/n 🥺❤️

never mind then don’t change your schedule for me! i understand :)

cute hot chocolate boy 🥰

but now i wanna hang out 🥺

y/n 🥺❤️

really? you sure?

cute hot chocolate boy 🥰

positive 👍🏼

y/n 🥺❤️

what time does school end for you?

cute hot chocolate boy 🥰

2:40 🙂

y/n 🥺❤️

great i get out early today! i’ll walk to your school and maybe i can meet your friends ☺️

cute hot chocolate boy 🥰

no wait

cute hot chocolate boy 🥰

i mean it’s fine we can meet somewhere else if you want

cute hot chocolate boy 🥰

y/n?

peter wasn’t worried about his friends, not at all actually. it was flash — he could show up at any moment and completely embarrass him which was the last thing he wanted. sure, he dealt with it everyday fine but not in front of a girl he likes!

december 16th | 2:39pm

y/n 🥺❤️

i’m outside of your school! so i’ll be here when you get out ☺️

peter saw the text before the bell was about to ring. he decided not to respond and just run to meet you as soon as the bell rang. so the both of you could hang out right after school. was the running necessary? yes. yes, it was if he wanted to avoid flash of course. which he did, obviously.

when the bell rang he rushed to his locker to put his books away and grabbed what he need which was only a few things for his homework. when he went out front he didn’t see you. until you covered his eyes with your hands from behind. his spider senses didn’t work for a moment cause he was definitely bit startled.

❝boo! guess who?!❞ you said excitedly.

peter turned around. ❝y/n?!❞

❝hey peter! scared ya’ didn’t i?❞ you giggled.

❝n-no not really❞ peter replied trying to shrug it off. you punched his shoulder playfully because you knew he was lying. ❝you totally were! don’t try to act cool.❞ still laughing a bit, you didn’t even notice a boy laughing beside you.

❝of course penis parker isn’t cool.❞ he said laughing a bit too much, it was practically piercing your ears. peter gave flash a deadly glare then looked at you as if he wasn’t even there. ❝l-let’s go y/n.❞

❝who’s this, you kidnapping her parker?❞

❝w-what no. we’re gonna hang out.❞ you said confused.

❝really? you’re gonna hang out with him?❞ flash asked laughing.

❝is that a problem?❞ you scoffed.

flash looked at you with confusion in his eyes. ❝wait i’ve never seen you here before❞

❝i go to queens high❞ you responded annoyed.

❝now it makes sense you pay peter to do your homework.❞

your eyebrows furrowed. ❝did you just call me dumb?❞

❝you said it, not me.❞ flash chuckled a bit.

❝flash just leave her alone.❞ peter cut flash off clearly upset.

❝whatever you say parker.❞ he said sarcastically and walked away.

❝sorry about that.❞ peter said looking at you sympathetically.

❝is he always mean to you?❞ you asked.

❝what do you mean?❞ peter questioned trying to avoid the topic.

you looked at peter sympathetically. ❝does he bully you like everyday?❞

❝n-no not always.❞ peter lied.

❝you don’t have to lie peter, i literally confessed on saturday that i have no friends at school.❞

❝he’s just not a nice person.❞ peter said trying to explain.

❝it’s okay you don’t have to tell me.❞ you responded.

❝what are we gonna do?❞ peter asked changing the topic.

❝uh i’m not too sure if i’m going to be honest with you. i’m more of an in the moment person.❞ you explained giving peter a face of guilt because you didn’t plan what you and peter were going to do.

❝what are your ideas at this moment?❞

an idea popped into your head suddenly, ❝hmm... i got it! i never eat lunch at my school it’s disgusting, do you know anywhere we could eat?❞

❝we could go to delmar’s?❞ peter insisted.

❝what’s that?❞ you said furrowing your brows.

❝you don’t know what delmar’s is?!❞ peter gasped.

❝no. that’s why i just asked.❞ you told him.

❝it’s just a small market that make the best sandwiches in queens.❞ peter said.

❝is that so?❞ you said raising your eyebrows.

peter nodded his head. ❝well in my opinion, yes.❞

❝i’m intrigued lead the way christmas boy.❞

december 16th | 3:10pm

when the two of you arrived peter waved to the man at the back of the register, he must have been a regular they seemed to know each other a bit.

❝quien es esta bonita chica?❞ mr. delmar asked fully knowing it would embarrass peter.

❝t-this is y/n one of my friends.❞ peter said quietly gesturing at you. you smiled and waved and to the man. you let peter order for you since you didn’t know what to get and grabbed a lemonade for a drink.

the two of you decided to eat on the grass at a park but once you got to the park you were still cold because you only had on a thin sweater. ❝p-peter are you cold?❞ you asked trying the best not to shiver.

❝i m-mean a little...❞ peter could tell you’re cold but if he gave his sweater to you he would definitely be cold.

❝can we go to your p-place... i mean it’s sorta close. r-right?❞ you stuttered.

peter freezed. ❝i- i m-mean yeah... we can go to m-my place.❞ peter couldn’t speak because all he was thinking was the idea of a girl at his place.

you noticed peter hesitate and covered your slight disappointment. ❝i-it’s fine i understand if you don’t w-wanna.❞

peter shook his head. ❝n-no! just didn’t know what you were asking at first.❞

❝oh okay.❞ you said smiling at his response.

the walk to peter’s house was short and sweet. you thought it was cute how he fumbled with his keys trying to open the door. somehow peter looked adorable doing the most mundane things. his home was small, simple, and cozy — you loved it. peter was about to show you his room until someone walked out of a room.

❝hey peter you’re home early- oh who’s this?❞ the women said walking up to you giving you a warm smile.

she held out her hand and lightly shook it. ❝i’m y/n, nice to meet you.❞

❝nice to meet you y/n, i’m may, peter’s aunt.❞ may said a bit to excitedly because peter was looking at may implying her do go away and stop talking.

❝there’s food in the fridge if the to of you are hungry.❞

❝it’s fine may we got delmar’s❞ lifting the bag in his hand for her to see. she took it as her cue to leave and closed the door in her room.

❝i like your room.❞ you smiled while looking around at peter’s little science projects and school supplies scattered across his room.

❝t-thanks.❞ peter said quietly. personally he thought his room was a huge mess.

❝can i sit?❞ you asked, gesturing to his bed. peter sat on his bed and nodded. you took a sit next to him and pulled your sandwich out of the bag. ❝i will admit this sandwich is pretty good.❞ taking another big of your sandwich with your mouth a bit full.

you spent the rest of the time talking about how stressful school and annoying peter with a bunch of questions about christmas like what his favorite movie was.

❝when do you have finals?❞ you asked curiously.

peter sighed. ❝i start mine tomorrow. you?❞

❝me too and i start with math tomorrow. i suck at math.❞ you pouted.

❝maybe you can study it could help.❞ he suggested.

you looked at him disgusted, ❝ew studying. who does that?❞

❝i do and it never hurts to try.❞ peter pointed out.

❝i already know i’m going to do bad in my math final so i don’t want to waste my night looking a complicated equations. i mean this is way better than studying.❞ you partly joked at your response.

❝so you’re hanging out with me to avoid studying?❞ peter asked.

you laid down on peter’s bed but still having your feet touch the floor. ❝yes and no. i never actually study but i tell myself i will every night before a big test.❞

your eyes widened in realization and gasped. ❝oh my god. that’s what you were going to do today.❞

❝do what?❞ peter responded confused at what you just asked.

❝study! you were gonna study!❞ you tell him.

❝w-what? n-no. i mean yes i’m gonna study but not until later tonight.❞

❝oh okay.❞ you smiled and sighed in relief. it would have sucked if peter only hung at with you because he would feel bad if he didn’t.

❝we can hang out y’know since finals will be over friday.❞ peter offered.

❝you’re right! can’t believe i didn’t think about that.❞ you look at him and flash him a smile. you heard a notification go of on your phone and opened the message to see that your mom wanted you home soon to help with dinner. you sighed and sat up from peter’s bed and gave peter a kiss on the cheek. ❝i have to go. but we should facetime and i’ll ‘study’ with you.❞ you laughed.

peter hummed and gave you a smile. ❝sure, but i have to help you study for math.❞

❝fine.❞ you pouted getting up from peter’s bed.

you waved goodbye and gave him a smile. ❝see you soon hot chocolate boy.❞

chapter five

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Excuse me @astroboots I would like to unhinge my jaw and scream —-how is this a fic that I get to read for free??? FOR FREE??? HOWWW??? there is so much I love about this chapter I had to stop and take notes 😰😰😰😰

1. That strange man in the grocery store knowing her name?? Cici, honey.... why is there an icy chill down my spine all of a sudden????

2. The bank employee mysteriously disappearing?? Our man Dave wouldn’t have anything to do with this would he now ? 👀

She smiles like it’s all a joke, because that is how Molly deals with painful subjects, deflecting with humor. When guilt of unloading her worries onto someone else catches up with her, she’ll cut the conversation off.

These tiny mannerisms and traits that we think go unnoticed...., ughh I live for these deep dives you take into someone’s personality in only two sentences you portray sO much and I’m in awe. 🙌🏾

And oh. Cici. Frankie’s standing in a crowd and the first thing he wants to do is text you..... 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 oh god. And he doesn’t even know you’re already watching him?? What kinda pain are you putting me through here????

Not that Frankie seems to mind being left out, preoccupied as he is with the phone in his hand and wearing a soft smile you haven't seen in years. There’s a prick of jealousy at the tip of your finger as you wonder who he’s texting that makes him smile that way.

Oh god??? Oh god. Listen. To realize you’re the one on the receiving end of that text? Please come get my heart. I’m not equipped to handle such emotions.

Across from you, Frankie’s back contorts with discomfort, knowing you must’ve overheard.

Oh. Ouch. First off the visual of that??! Excellent. And secondly: Of course it’s Frankie luck that the things he told Benny in confidence went further than it should have. That visceral reaction when something backfires like that?? Yea. That.

Don’t want to abandon you in this crowd

Oh 🥺🥺🥺🥺 My heart. He knows you. He still looks out for you. He feels he should be the one still looking out for you.

The scene with Dave???? I have shivers cici -oh my god we all know what he’s capable of and I am afraid.

I LOVED THAT PHONE-CALL OH MY GODDDD. how their conversations are slowly getting easier? 👀 The yearning underneath it all.... The longing, the pining for one another, his offer to have a look at your car. 😭 it’s only ch 2 and the slow burn is already killing me 👍🏼🙂

VERSUS: CHAPTER TWO

FRANKIE MORALES X F!READER + DAVE YORK

Warnings: explicit sex, angst, implied violence, swearing

Word count: 8.5k words

Summary: When Dave York is assigned with a name on his list to take care of, one that hits a bit too close to home for Frankie, you, it forces him to tap into a dark part of him that was supposed to be a closed chapter of his life.

Dedications: To beloved clown extraordinaire @thirstworldproblemss 🤡 💖 🤡

A/N: short smut but possibly the dirtiest and most gratuitous sex I've written. No actual violence, but threats of violence that can be triggering. Please proceed with caution.

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Chapters {01}

You can tell the man’s a soldier, a mile away. When he first enters the grocery store his eyes roam the layout of the space and only settles once he has found the exit sign. He walks in step with the beat of a drum. An elderly lady accidentally bumps into him, and he apologizes to her with a polite ma’am, immediately stacking up the items that got knocked over on the shelf neater than the staff had done.

He must be nearly 6’5 feet, with a dark fuzzy beard that reminds you of one of the big hibernating bears in the pages of Mireya’s story books. One look tells you he’s the kind of man that no one in their right mind would want to anger. So when you round a corner of the grocery store and the first thing you see is a slight man approximately half his size in a suit, crowding into the giant man’s space and screaming in his face, you shake your head. What a freaking idiot. The second thing you see is a broken carton of milk on the aisle floor, milk splashed onto the civilian man’s shoes, bleeding out across the linoleum.

The smaller man’s face is red from the shouting. This is the idiom of crying over spilt milk come to life.

In the face of the ridiculous tantrum, the soldier only says one word, devoid of all emotion, and it sends a shiver down your spine. “Move.”

His jaw is locked tight, eyes dark and blank. You recognize that thousand yard stare and what it means.

Saw it once in Will’s eyes three seconds before his arm locked around a man’s throat in a chokehold that didn’t loosen until the man had urinated all over the tiled floor.

The same look in your ex-husband’s eyes that would have had Frankie locking himself in the garage to calm down, before coming back to you with a still shaking tremor in his right hand.

A small crowd has gathered at the commotion, but no one is stupid enough to intervene. You really should just mind your own business, just buy the damn ice for Molly’s barbeque and get out of the store. This has nothing to do with you. But even before you manage to finish that thought, your feet have already carried you into the line of fire, and you find yourself standing between a 6’5 human grizzly bear and a shrill suit with a man inside. How very smart of you.

“Why don’t I just get you a new carton of milk,” you suggest in the same tone you use for Mireya when she misses her nap and throws a tantrum. (Except your daughter’s been taught to apologize once she calms down).

The businessman has the audacity to look at you like you’re the one acting out of turn. “Lady, that’s clearly not the problem here.”

“Then what is?" you ask. "What harm has actually come to you from some spilled milk that you haven’t even paid for yet?” You meet the man’s eyes, and at least he has the decency to flinch and be a bit flustered.

“My shoes—” he starts.

“Your shoes will dry. In fact—” you reach into your handbag and pull out the pack of baby wipes you always keep for Mireya and hold it out to him, “—take these.”

Someone in the crowd behind you actually giggles. That seems to be the straw that breaks the overgrown man-child’s camelback, as he mutters a, “whatever,” and walks away with a bitten down murmur that you can’t really make out, but you’re pretty sure it wasn’t ‘beach’.

The giant man behind you takes a determinant step forward and the alarms in your head shriek. Your hand shoots up to his chest, stopping him mid-step.

His nostrils flare with the deep breath he inhales, and you can feel anger vibrate through his chest where your fingers connect you to him. Slowly, the colour seeps back into his eyes, transforming tar into brown. It’s not until his breathing has calmed that you realize you’ve been holding your own breath. Still are.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that,” he says, and his voice is a simmering thunder even when quietly spoken.

“It’s fine. My husband is former military. I’d like to think someone would do the same for him if he encountered an asshole like that.”

You catch the slip of your tongue only after, and you can almost hear Molly snarking about the Freudian slip. If she’d been here, you’d tell her that sometimes you just don’t want to tell a total stranger your husband is now your ex. Don’t want explain why the two of you divorced. The whole, oh he fucked off to Columbia for a month after a drug suspension at work. Did I mention we had a new baby?

The man's mouth works, as if he wants to say something to you, but stops. Instead he looks down towards the floor, looking oddly ashamed of himself.

“Well. Thank you Mrs. Morales,” he says, turning on his heel and walking out of the store.

Your eyes stay fixed between the aisles until the large shape of his back disappears from your view. Discomfort palpitates in your chest because you’re pretty sure you never told him your name.

It takes you a full seven minutes to park your car outside Molly’s house because the engine keeps dying every time you shift into reverse. In the end you just let it sit on the side of the curb, crooked with its nose sticking out.

One of Molly’s new neighbours casts you a funny look as they walk by. You can’t blame them. In this Pleasantville neighbourhood, your ugly old car sticks out like a rusted sore thumb.

Things are pristine here. Perfect families and perfect houses. Every piece of real estate on this street would be listed for more than you could earn in three lifetimes, or Molly for that matter. Things changed significantly for her when Tom's last will and testament revealed a previously unknown family trust. Now she lives in a three storey Georgian-styled mansion with two bathrooms on each floor, paid for in full.

Molly is already standing by the front lawn, as if she has been waiting for you this entire time, despite having a garden full of guests. The first thing she does is take one look at your dumpy car parked sideways in front of her pavement and burst into a big hearty laughter. “Just let me buy you a new car already.”

Molly does this now, buys things. Buy houses, buy cars. Last week she tried to buy Benny a Ferrari when they were both drunk on Rum Runners. It’s a far cry from the frugal housewife that used to agonize over clip coupons and small change. Now she’s become an in-real life Willy Wonka, and it’s not just because she became rich overnight, although that certainly helps. It’s because Molly doesn’t trust the money.

You’ve been privy to one too many late night calls, where Molly hissed into the receiver that Trusts are for shady oligarchs and evil Bond villains, not a single mom of two from Florida. But there was only so long she could get by on a paltry substitute teacher’s salary. Now that she’s gained full access to the trust, it’s like the money burns in her hands until she spends it all.

You squeeze out of your car, arms full of half-melted bags of ice; plant one foot on the car door, and kick it shut. ”Stop it Molly, you’re not Oprah, you can’t just go around buying people cars.”

“It’s more money than I can spend in a lifetime. What am I supposed to do with it if I can’t even spend it on my friends?”

“You put it in a bank. You invest it. You don’t go around buying everyone cars, Molls. Don’t you have a fancy person at the bank who tells you how to spend and invest that money? Call them.”

You lock the car behind you even though your beaten up old thing is the last car anyone would steal in a neighbourhood of Teslas.

“Can’t trust banks these days,” she says. The sun is refracted on the black shine of her ray-bans as she steers you to the garden. She’s the picture of ease, except for the way her hand fidgets against her hip like she’s trying to rub out anxiety with her fingers. “They called me just the other day to tell me that the trust kid handling our account made off with our files.”

“What do you mean made off with your files? As in he stole the money?”

“No, money’s still there,” she tells you. “But the kid disappeared and no one can find him. He took a bunch of the client files and personal info. It’s a huge data breach apparently, and now the bank is scrambling around like rats on a sinking ship to figure out what he took and what he did with it.”

You frown. It sounds incredibly worrying, but before you get the chance to follow up with questions, Molly takes the ice from you, then shoves a beer into your hand and tells you to drink.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t even have brought it up. This is a party hun, drink and be merry.”

She smiles like it’s all a joke, because that is how Molly deals with painful subjects, deflecting with humor. When guilt of unloading her worries onto someone else catches up with her, she’ll cut the conversation off. The military wife in her still abides by the principles she learned on base. Support your man. Smile. Don’t bother them with your insignificant problems. They have enough to deal with.

Her sunglasses slip and you see the hint of purple-bruising under her eyes from lack of sleep. Still, you let her be, because you know her well enough to know that there's no sense in trying to pry things out of Molly. When she shuts that door, it is harder to get into than Fort Knox.

The ice bags are dumped into an ice cooler, and Molly grabs a cool bottle of beer that pops open with a hiss.

The gathering is a far cry from Molly’s normal Saturday barbeques in her old backyard. Besides you and Molly, no one is drinking beer; all the guests are holding wine glasses that glint under the afternoon sun. The garden is filled with the white noise of polite conversation instead of rambunctious hollering as the other guests start to filter through.

Turning to look out over the crowd, you see a sea of white pants and gaudily colored silk shirts. It's easy to spot your ex-husband who stands out among them.

Dressed in plain jeans and a softworn tee that stretches over his broad back, Frankie looks like he’s in a photo of which one doesn't belong -- in a good way. His brown messy mop of hair hiding under his cap and curling at the back of his neck in the warm afternoon sun. You’re staring blatantly and can’t look away, and you’re not sure if the heat prickling your face is from the warm afternoon sun or something else entirely.

“Stop staring at the man hun.”

The words pull you back by the skin of your neck, leaving you with prickling embarrassment at being caught.

“Why don’t you just go talk to him instead?” she says.

“It’s fine. He’s here to have fun, not get bothered by his ex-wife.”

“Fun?” She laughs as if you said something hilarious. ”You think this is the kind of crowd that Frankie likes to hang out with in his free time? Look at these assholes,” the tipped neck of her bottle points to an innocuous neighbour, “that man’s toupe has been distracting me since he arrived. It’s faker than my artificial lawn.”

She’s mid-way into one of her impressive rants but manages to get herself back on track with a shake of her head. “Frankie’s here because you asked him to come. But now you’re leaving him to be pecked at by the toupe vultures. Go over there. Say hi to the man and oh—” she adds, “—try to be nice.”

“When have I not been nice?”

Molly tilts her head, just so, until her eyes peek over the rim of her sunglasses, giving you a scathing look. “Benjamin told me you tried to give the man the directions to his own bathroom last time he was in the house. That’s cold.”

Any further protest dies on your tongue. Your chest deflate in defeat. “I’m not trying to be the mean ex-bitch of a wife on purpose. I just…” You look at your feet, feeling childish. “I don’t know what to say to him anymore.”

Molly looks you up and down with something akin to pity, which stings when it’s from your best friend. “Franke’s trying really hard. Throw the guy a bone sometimes. Talk to him. Make conversation. If not for yourselves, you do it for her.”

You want to tell her It’s not that simple. It’s not just about you swallowing down your pride so you and him can be best friends again. Every interaction with him is marred by guilt. The guilt of dragging him through a divorce that put his every failing on trial. Anxiety. PTSD. Coke use. Failed pilot. Failed husband. It all sounded very black and white, when spoken by a lawyer in a three piece suit and a Rolex watch asking you if you want the best for your daughter, (and there was never going to be any answer to that besides yes).

It made you forget that they were advising you to treat your best friend as your worst enemy. Until it was too late to take back what was said. Things Frankie had confided to you typed up in Times Roman font on a court transcript. Now when he’s near you don’t know what to say to him anymore, because you’ve already said too much. It’s painful to accept the fact that you became the villain in your own story.

Molly is still holding that pitying expression in her eyes, and you wish you could explain all of this but you don’t want to bother her with your self indulgent crap. She has enough to deal with without having to listen to you drone on about your failings with your still alive ex-husband. Instead you just nod. “I’ll try.”

Scanning the garden again, you notice Benny standing next to Frankie with Mireya on his shoulders. God knows how you managed to miss him the first time around because he’s hardly subtle.

Two younger housewives linger close to Benny, with all the telltale signs of flirting. The hand-on-the-shoulder touch. The lip biting. The throwing-their-heads-back, laughing at whatever it is he’s saying. Benny’s a funny guy, but no one is that funny, unless you’re as pretty as Benny. The boy looks like a 90s heartthrob straight out of Top Gun. He’s a sweetheart, bless him, but the pretty ones never were your type. Too obvious.

Neither of the women seem to pay much attention to Frankie. Not that Frankie seems to mind being left out, preoccupied as he is with the phone in his hand and wearing a soft smile you haven't seen in years. There’s a prick of jealousy at the tip of your finger as you wonder who he’s texting that makes him smile that way. It’s entirely childish of you and you know it. Just because you can’t get over him doesn’t mean you the man is supposed to mope over you like some forlorn WWII widow for the rest of his life.

He’s still typing away at his message, head bent down entirely too close to the screen like an old man. It's ridiculously endearing, and he’s still smiling.

Something altogether familiar swells up in your chest, and it aches in a way that you don’t know if it’s good or bad anymore; you just know you miss him.

It's only when your own phone pings in your back pocket that you manage to look away.

Frankie I’m here. Mireya too. Got your tupperware with me.

And oh. Warmth crowds your chest and pushes upwards until your cheeks tingle with heat. You look up again and this time Frankie spots you.

He waves at you, and Mireya notices too. In her excitement, your daughter nearly tears Benny’s hair out from the roots, and you can hear Benny yelp in pain even from across the garden. At the rate this was going, he’d go prematurely bald. Benny doesn’t have the facial structure to pull off a Bruce Willis, so you decide to spare him by making your way towards them.

As soon as you are in reach, Benny throws his arms around you, lifting you in an enthusiastic hug that has your feet hovering above the ground. Mireya’s knocked off his shoulders, and thank god for Frankie’s quick reflexes that has his arm flinging out faster than a slingshot to catch her. He curses out the younger man with a half bitten off spanish curse but glances at Mireya and settles for, “be careful Benjamin.”

The gorgeous women of Benny’s new fan club laugh at the whole scene. From the outside it probably looks like you’re all close. Benny drapes a warm arm over your shoulder, like you’re one of his oldest friends. Then he introduces you and Molly to his lady friends as the most important women in his life. Molly rolls her eyes at him with a fond scoff and you're tempted to do the same, but don't. Benny never gave you crap or stopped treating you as family, even after the divorce. Every time he’s kind to you that tar of guilt boils hot into your stomach.

Mireya kicks up a fuss, half leaping into the air from Frankie’s hold, climbing into your arms. It’s a struggle to keep ahold of her, her feet kicking out at all angles. Her kisses are warm and sticky with traces of melted sugar. On a good day without sugar, Mireya’s a tornado of chaos and mayhem. Add sugar into the mix and you are just asking for trouble.

“Did she have candy?” you ask.

Frankie rubs the back of his neck, a precursory tic for an apology that’s coming. "I left her in the car with Benny at the gas station and she got into a whole jar of jelly beans.”

Benny huffs indignantly. “We shared like half of it.”

“You’re also ten times her size, Benny,” Molly says.

Frankie ignores them both, focusing on you, and the small apologetic smile tugging at his lips makes your heart clench. “I’m sorry about the candy. It won’t happen again.”

“No it’s fine, you’re the one that has to take her home tonight and deal with the consequences.”

He winces like you’ve just gutted him with a knife and it registers that your tone was a lot sharper than you meant it to be. Nothing comes out the way you intend it to. Mean when you try to be funny. Rude when you’re trying to be helpful.

From the corner of your eyes you can see Molly and Benny exchange a look. Then Molly downs the rest of her beer in two mouthfuls and sets the bottle on a nearby table. “Benjamin, can you help me carry out some chairs from the garage? Don’t want the guest to be on their feet constantly.”

“Do you want me to help?” Frankie offers, already taking a step forward to make his escape. You can’t blame him for the eagerness, you'd want to get away from you too if you were him.

Benjamin grips Frankie’s shoulder to drag him back half a step. “Nah, you stay put, old man, don’t want you to throw your back out and collapse in the middle of a party.”

“Pendejo,” Frankie shoots back, and his hand jerks like he's about to flash the younger man his middle finger. But he stops himself. Probably for the benefit of Mireya who is already in trouble at nursery for saying shit last week (your fault).

“You two stay here.” Molly orders, then she shoots you a meaningful look and leans over with a quick lowered whisper meant for you. “Be nice.”

You can hear the two of them as they walk away. Benny must think you're deaf because he makes no effort to lower his voice, rambunctiously hollering to Molly, “twenty bucks she’ll try to show him where the bathrooms are.”

Across from you, Frankie’s back contorts with discomfort, knowing you must’ve overheard.

Fuck, what a wonderful way to spend your free Saturday. Standing across from your ex-husband who looks about ready to dig a hole under his feet to get away from you, and your own social anxiety pinging as you try to make conversation with two women you don't know.

Even Mireya bails on your awkwardness, running off to play with the other kids on the trampoline without so much as a “bye” and taking your last excuse to leave the present company with her.

“Did you hear about Brandi and Denise?” One of the women asks. “Apparently they had an affair and she cheated on her husband.”

Her friend waves her hand dismissively unconvinced by the hear-say gossip. “That’s just Brandi’s side of it though. You can’t believe that.”

Frankie looks thoroughly confused. Then you see him reach for his phone and watch him painstakingly type out a message before the phone pings in your pocket.

Frankie I don’t want to be rude. Who’s Brandi and Denise? Are they also Molly’s neighbours?

You Brandi is Brandi Glanville and Denise is Denise Richards.

One sole eyebrow arches high on his forehead as he reads your reply. Then he starts to type frantically.

Frankie Wait. Denise Richards the Bond Girl? Molly knows Christmas Jones now?

An unflattering pig-like laugh bubbles up your throat, and before you’re able to stuff it back down, Frankie’s head whips up in attention. Your eyes meet and there’s tangible contact there.

You No they’re talking about a TV show. Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.

Frankie Ah. Got it.

The screen fills with three dots, indicating he’s typing. Then disappears, then starts again. He’s such a slow texter. Then finally it pings.

Frankie So what is this show about?

You Some reality show. I’ve never watched it. Molly’s mentioned it a few times though.

Frankie I thought Molly hated reality shows.

You She says watching rich people being trainwrecks makes her feel better about herself in comparison.

Frankie Ah so like when you got into that whole phase of watching Bridezilla planning our wedding?

The uncharacteristic playful tease, surprises you. You look up from your phone, and he's looking back at you with wide eyes, as if he’s just as surprised at himself for sending it as you are. Pulling his cap down his forehead, Frankie drops his gaze to the ground, and you can physically see him withdrawing in front of you. Molly’s words about bone-throwing ring in your ears.

You You know we don’t talk about that phase. You swore on your mother’s grave.

His phone pings with your message, and when you look up from your phone this time he’s smiling. You both are.

His feet shift, and Frankie gestures with a head tilt to his right. You have no idea what that means. Your expression must have betrayed your confusion because he ducks his head back down to his phone, and spends an eternity typing out another message.

Frankie I’m starving and going to try to grab something to eat. Do you want to come? Don’t want to abandon you in this crowd.

The smile on his face as you look up is relaxed and warm, and you quickly make your way towards him. Your exit is unnoticed by the others in the group, and as you catch up with him, old habits and instincts have you reaching out to take his hand in yours. It lasts for a heartbeat, your knuckles brushing up against the back of his hand before you realize what you’re doing and pull your hand back. Frankie doesn’t react. If he notices, he’s kind enough to spare your pride.

By the grill set up, Frankie hands you a plate with a burger with a lukewarm beer, and you both end up standing under a shaded tree that still gives you a full view of Mireya where she’s impersonating King Kong over by the trampoline.

“I didn’t mean to sound like a bitch earlier.”

“You didn’t,” he reassures you, but the fact that he knows exactly what you’re referring to without clarifications means you definitely sounded like a bitch. You don’t push him on it though. It’s not like you have a burning desire to be told you’re a bitch twice in one day.

Frankie takes a sip from his beer bottle, and your eyes are drawn to the column of his throat, the strong yet graceful line of it. It almost makes you miss the way his left hand keeps flexing restlessly against his thigh. And the conceited part of you, somewhere deep down, wants to believe it’s because it’s the same hand you almost grabbed. But the logical part of you knows it's probably just a new tic.

Molly and Benny are at the other end of the garden talking to other guests, but you decide to stay put where you are for now. For once you both allow the silence to sit without a compulsive need to interrupt it with forced conversation. It’s almost nice.

The afternoon goes by in a bit of a blur. Mireya rushes back and forth between the two of you and the trampoline like Forrest Gump running after a bus. But at least she’s getting all the sugar out of her system. When Frankie gets up to get her proper food, Mireya pulls on his jeans to tell him something, and Frankie immediately stops what he’s doing, putting down his plate to get down on her level. Squatting down even though you know how bad his knees are these days so the two of them can have a little conversation.

Frankie’s a really good dad.

When her princess braids fall apart, after too many rounds on the trampoline, she runs a beeline past you straight to her dad, asking him to do it the way she likes it. Mireya sits in his lap and Frankie takes his time, careful and attentive to brush through her hair before he painstakingly sets the braid, the tip of his tongue peeking out from the corner of his lip in concentration.

You’re more than a little bit embarrassed at the way you stare at his mouth— how your pulse stings under your skin to his low hums and a soft coo of, “all done baby.”

It’s the little things that make him such a good dad. Glimpses that you never get to see when you are each solo-parenting in your own little corners of your separate lives. You realize it as you watch him, feel the realization bloom and spread along with the love you still hold for him, when you see how much he loves your daughter.

She runs back and forth between the two of you and the trampoline so many times you lose track. On her final return, she practically tackles Frankie, clambering onto his lap, about to trample his groin in the process. You grab her ankle at the last second, and Frankie mouths a relieved, silent, thank you. Then her plump, chubby arms wrap around his neck, curling herself into his chest, eyes heavy and drooping half closed.

“I should probably head home so I can get her to bed,” Frankie tells you and the twinge of disappointment is one you probably fail to mask.

“Oh right. It’s getting late.”

Mireya burrows closer to her father’s shoulder with her sleepy gaze on you. “Mommy, do you want to come?”

Both you and Frankie look up in surprise, and it takes a second to regain your bearings. Then you shake your head with a forced laugh. “No, that’s ok, Possum. I’ll see you tomorrow night ok?”

You say your goodbyes, kissing her warm apple cheeks, and then watch them both walk away. Mireya is waving to you from over her father’s shoulder. It makes Frankie turn around, smile and wave to you as well. The small part of you that wanted to say yes to Mireya’s question aches as you watch them go.

Without them, the loneliness in a crowd of strangers becomes unbearable. You make an excuse to Molly about needing to get up early in the morning, but then you just sit in your car, listening to the din of conversation from the party guests, not willing to stay, not yet ready to drive home to an empty house when you know neither your daughter or Frankie will be there.

Eventually, you turn the key in the ignition, and the motor revs up with a cough-like sound so severe you worry it’s developing pneumonia. Then the engine dies. You let out a frustrated groan and cajole your car with a come on, don’t do this.

For god’s sake, you’re fucking talking to yourself like a crazy person now. You try it a second and a third time, before it finally decides to cooperate long enough for you to press down on the clutch and drive out into the street.

Fuck, you really need to get this piece of shit car fixed.

It’s Saturday, and Lauren finds herself sitting alone by the bar at her hotel. It’s the same way she’s spent nearly every single Saturday for the last three years since her divorce. The furniture is drab, the music bland and there is a musty smell of beer lingering in the space.

If Lauren had known that this was what her life would be like as an adult, she would never have bothered to apply for law school. Working as an offshore lawyer in the Bahamas sounds fancy enough. But this is the third time this month that she’s flown out here to Miami, where her kids live just so she can catch a glimpse of them during the weekend, before flying back to St John’s.

This is her life, 10 hours of chargeable work every day. Working for rich assholes with trust structures more intricate than a spider’s web because they don’t want to be paying the taxes they owe to their countries.

And those are the legitimate clients. The illegitimate ones show up to her office with $25 million zipped up in backpacks— a breach of every single anti-money laundering regulation that exists. Lucky for them she’s a professional legal laundromat. The dirty money gets clean and integrated back into the system.

The bartender shouts out last call, but he shouldn’t have bothered yelling so loud. It’s only her left. Lauren finishes her drink and is about to order her last one for the night when another slides across the cherry oak bar. A tumbler glass that glistens in that familiar amber of an Old Fashioned.

“From the gentleman over there.” The bartender indicates towards the leather armchair by the corner, and it surprises her that there is anyone else in the bar. He must’ve been really quiet because she didn’t even notice anyone else coming in tonight.

The man is well-dressed. Herringbone suit in a soothing navy. A shiny emblem of the American flag pinned on the lapel of his suit that reeks of a high end bureaucrat. But he’s clean-shaven and well-groomed with tidily combed thick brown hair. It was all very tall, dark and handsome.

Maybe it’s the loneliness, or the fact that he’s just handsome enough. Maybe that’s why Lauren flashes the man an inviting smile that has him rising from his seat and making his way towards her.

“Mind if I join you?”

He smiles, and it comes with the practised ease of a politician running for office. Slightly insincere but charming all the same. The wedding ring is still on his left ring finger, and he doesn’t even bother to hide it as he sits down. Wears it like it’s a point of pride. Hardly husband material this one, not that she cares.

“Not at all. Please do.”

The man straddles the bar stool and up close, he’s even more handsome than at first glance. The strong cut of his jaw and the distinctive hook of his nose are reminiscent of a dignified lead actor that belonged to the 70s era.

“That’s a lovely necklace.” He says, eyeing her neck and the mahogany gaze arrests her. Had she been a younger woman she would have flushed.

“Thank you.” Instinctively, her hand reaches down to play with the golden locket. “It was a present from my son for mother’s day.”

“Sounds like a sweet kid. How old is he?”

“Just turned nine last month. Love of my life but he’s at the age where he can’t sit still for a second.”

There’s a quiet chuckle from him, eyes warmer in this moment. “My daughter’s around the same age. Got me wrapped around her finger.”

She relaxes at that. Men who are good fathers, philandering aside, are always endearing. It’s a sign of kindness and nurture. Someone you can trust.

Reaching into her handbag, she digs for a pack of cigarettes and her lighter. Then she holds out the pack offering him one, but he shakes his head with the same charming smile that could belong to any of the Kennedys. “I don’t smoke.”

Even if he wasn’t going to partake, Lauren still pulls out a cigarette; it’s been much too long of a day for her to abstain for the sake of being polite to a stranger.

In an old fashioned move of chivalry, he reaches for her lighter, leaning over the counter until they’re huddled closely together. Then he lights it with a fluid motion of his thumb.

She takes a long drag until the glowing amber of the flame takes. Lauren’s always been fond of a man who knows how to properly light a cigarette for her. It’s all very Casablanca and black and white Hollywood; few men do this nowadays.

With a smooth metallic flick, he folds the lighter closed and slides it across the counter. It strikes her how small her lighter looks in his large hands. For a second, it makes her wonder how good they’d feel palming the flesh of her hips.

He’s watching her silently, the focused attention enough to balance her nerves on a precariously tender edge. So heated, it practically smolders with an intensity that makes her look down to her drink. Strands of hair fall into her face, and the gentle brush of his knuckles draws it away, tucking it behind her ear. Somehow that small gesture feels strangely intimate. An aching excitement sweeps through her insides. Sharp and insistent, and doesn't let go.

This close, there’s no hint of cologne, which surprises her. You’d expect a man like this to wear something expensive, bergamot and strong, convoluted spices. Instead, there’s just the fresh scent of soap and linen, pleasant and unassuming.

“Thanks,” she murmurs.

“You’re welcome.”

What follows is a pleasant conversation even if the man doesn’t tell her much about himself. But that's fine. Exchanging personal information is hardly the point here. Lauren knows this dance by now. You don’t chat up a stranger at a hotel bar close to midnight, hoping to find a kindred spirit. She doesn’t give him her name, and he doesn’t tell her his.

All she knows is that when he speaks, the low timbre of his voice makes goosebumps prickle across her skin. He's just the type she wants to spend the night with and never have to see again. A perfect meaningless sexual encounter to ease the loneliness. That's enough.

As the bartender tells them they’re closing the room for the evening, Lauren eyes the man, and she can’t help the way her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

“Your room or mine?” she asks. The smile that slowly curls into the corners of his lips tells her that he already knew there was no other way this night would end.

—

They pick hers.

When they make it to the elevator, she’s surprised that he doesn’t so much as try to touch her. Whether it’s patience or chivalry, she can’t tell. Normally, whatever man is with her would be mauling her before the elevator door closes, pressing her against the railing until it has made a semi-permanent dent in her ass.

Instead this man walks her to her door, keeping a respectable distance between them even when they slip inside. It’s clear that for all his demanding presence, she’s going to have to be the one to take the initiative so she leans up on her toes to kiss him. Before her lips can touch his, his broad hand covers her mouth. The base of her spine tingles at the contact.

“Lovely as the offer is,” and there’s a thick drawl of condescension in his tone that demands absolute obedience. “I’m going to need something else from you instead.”

She chuckles at that. But the artificial warmth drains from his eyes, leaving her cold enough to shiver. He takes a step forward, and she instinctively backs up in response until he has her knees hit the edge of her bed.

Something’s not right.

“Sit down.”

She does. Her ass lands on the mattress with a soft thud, and he’s hunched down to her level, his hand still a close seal over her mouth.

There is nothing sexual about the way he’s eyeing her from top to toe. This is the exploratory gaze, not of a man or a predator, but of a professional surgeon. He looks at her body as if it’s a cadaver, not an object of desire.

Something is very wrong here, and it clicks far too late that she’s in danger.

“Mrs. Yates.” He says it so casually that it takes Lauren a second too long to remember that she never told him her name. Any remnants of the polite, professional smile bleed away until his mouth forms a hard, straight line, devoid of leniency.

Panic takes over. Her heart is pounding inside her chest with a beat so hard it hurts. Cold, clammy sweat prickling the back of her dress.

She’s in danger, this man is dangerous.

“I need you to listen very carefully. I am going to take my hand away,” he says, giving his instructions in short simple sentences as if speaking to a dumb child. “If you scream, I will cut through your windpipe.”

There’s a sharp pain in the column of her throat. Phantom pain, inflicted by the sheer certainty that he will follow through with no hesitation if she does not do what she’s told.

“Is that understood?”

Lauren nods, and the man removes his hand from her mouth.

The shrill scream of blood in her ears tells her to run, to shout, to make every move of resistance that she is capable of so she can be saved. But somehow her flight and fight instincts have landed on freeze. She sits there, compliant and not a sound comes out of her.

“Here is what is going to happen. You’re going to take out your laptop. Then you're going to give me access—” his eyes stop at her throat, eyeing her jugular vein, and it’s a threat of its own,“—to your client files at work."

The rising fear tastes like cold metal in her mouth. The man just wants information from her. Maybe if she gives him what he’s come for. If she doesn’t make a fuss. If she cooperates she might still make it out of this thing alive.

She closes her eyes and pictures herself being let out of the room, hailing down the first cab she can to take her to her ex-husband’s apartment. Pictures how tightly she’d hug and squeeze her kids and never let go. This doesn’t have to be a foregone conclusion. She can still make it out of this room alive at the end of the night.

Except Lauren knows better. Victims are unlikely to survive once they have seen the perpetrator’s face.

“Are you going to kill me?”

“Now why would you say that?”

“Because I’ve seen your face. I can identify you.” She surprises herself by how calm and steady her voice is. It’s a small consolation for her own stupidity in inviting this monster to her room, but she takes pride in that. It’s the only thing she has left. “You’re not going to let me walk out of here and tell people about this.”

“I’m just interested in doing my job, Mrs Yates. If you cooperate then all of this can be done and dusted in the next hour or so. I’ll leave and go home to my daughters, and we can pretend none of this ever happened. If you don’t, I will have to make you cooperate in the best way I know how. Do I make myself clear, Mrs Yates?”

She pauses. There are faint sparks of hope in her stomach. “Which client matter is it that you need me to open?”

“I need the names of the settlors for the Tom Davies family trust.”

In the morning, you wake up begrudgingly to the sound of your phone blaring at you. The sunlight that's escaped through the blinds heating your cheeks, pulling you further away from sleep. You pat along the mattress, disorientated, for the snooze button. Instead, when you hit the button, you hear a familiar voice.

“Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,”

It’s Frankie.

“I just realized Mireya forgot to bring her workbook,” he says. “Can you put it under the doormat? We'll swing by and pick it up so she can work on it today.”

“No, it—” you clear your throat. God, you sound like a croaking old witch this early in the morning. “It’s fine. I’ll just let her teacher know in the morning.”

“You sure? I don’t want her to fall behind at school. Don't want to let these sorts of things slip just because she has to shuttle back and forth between us.”

“It’s pre-kindergarten, not Mensa. You’re really bringing a whole new meaning to the term helicopter parent you know.”

Fuck. That came out too sharp, too cutting. But instead of awkward silence, Frankie laughs, bright and boyish. Your heart jumps, flips and somersaults at the sound of it.

“Sorry for waking you up,” he murmurs, and you’ve forgotten how soft his voice sounds on the phone. “I’ll hang up so you can get back to sleep.”

“It’s okay, I should be getting up anyhow. I have to take my car to the garage”

“What’s wrong with your car?”

You stifle a big yawn, as you stretch and the soft cotton of the t-shirt you’re wearing slides over your stomach. It’s one of Frankie’s old ones that you wear for comfort sometimes. “It makes funny noises when I use the clutch and the engine keeps dying when I put it in reverse.”

“I could have a look at it for you?” Frankie offers.

“No, it’s fine, Frankie. You don’t have to do that. I’m not gonna have you be my mechanic on your day off.”

“I know I don’t have to. I want to,” he says it with such sincerity in his tone, and you don’t know how to respond to it.

Maybe it’s because you’re half awake and unable to overthink things. Groggy sleepiness having removed all filters for you. For once, Frankie and you have become capable of holding a decent conversation.

And you don’t want it to end.

“Do you want me to help you next weekend?” he asks again, “I can come by a bit earlier when I drop off Mireya?”

“You probably have better things to do on your weekends than fixing my car.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Do I? What would those be?”

“I don’t know. A night out with Benny, or a date.”

“The only thing I’ve been dating is my left hand.”

Silence. Uncomfortably awkward silence, as the weight of what he said slowly dawns upon him. “Fuck. Sorry,” he says.

Your sleep-concussed brain conjures up the image of Frankie with his fingers wrapped tightly around his cock. Eyes closed. Head thrown back in pleasure. Sweat damp curls clinging to his forehead as he’s bucking up against his hand with a strained moan. You're so caught up with the vivid details of this image that you forget to answer. Staring silently off into space until you hear him say your name in a hesitant tone, the one he uses to check in and see if he's crossed a boundary.

You try to respond with a laugh, but it comes out sounding breathless to your ears. “It’s fine. Nothing I haven’t heard before from Benny. How’s work?” you ask, trying to direct the conversation back to safer territory.

Maybe Frankie’s still trying to make up for his early misstep, but he jumps straight into a story about his work. You try to focus on what he’s saying, something about turbo engines and safety standards? Fuck knows. Because the earlier image is still skirting the edges of your mind, trying to push its way through. Frankie’s large hands as he strokes himself at a languid pace. His beautiful thick cock revealed with each downward stroke.

His words are spoken husky and low into the phone, sweet like melted brown sugar. Fuck, this is not that kind of call, but moronic lust does not care about respecting the boundaries you’re supposed to have with your ex-husband. All you can think about is how everything is throbbing pleasantly, and how good it would feel if you just allowed yourself to be touched.

You’ve gone dumb with arousal. You can’t have this conversation right now, not when you’re still wearing his clothes and hearing his voice on the other end. “Frankie, I need to hang up.”

There’s silence on the line as Frankie stops mid-sentence. “Oh. Is everything ok?”

“Yes.” There’s a needy ache that’s building, heavy weight of want alongside your thighs. You press your legs together, stemming the whining of sheer need that you know is coming. Desperate for the friction that you’re currently denying yourself. “I just need to get on with my day”.

“Alright. So do you want me to—”

“Bye.”

You end the call, and Frankie's voice cuts off mid-sentence. With the state you're in, it won't take much at all. You don't even need to think of Frankie. You just need to take the worst of the edge off so you can function as a human being again.

But you don’t think of anyone else. It’s Frankie you’re thinking of when your hands skim the edge of your underwear, sliding a finger along the seam of your cunt, and you find yourself slick and wet for him.

It’s not the first time you’ve done this, thought of him as you touched yourself. Lately, the memory of him is a place you keep returning to when you’re lonely.

It’s still your bedroom and bed. But in these memories, Frankie’s always in bed with you. Your fingertips try to imitate the wet gentle glide of Frankie’s tongue on your clit, following the nostalgic pattern he would make. Arching away from the mattress, you try to chase after the electrifying sensation, but it’s never as good as the touch you’re fantasizing about, and it leaves you feeling empty and restless.

Your fingers alone can't make you feel safe and loved. The weight of them can’t compete with Frankie’s body pressed close and reassuringly along every curve and dip of your body.

Some memories are ingrained. Can’t be forgotten, and if you’re honest, you don’t want them to be. You want to remember the hushed way he used to say your name first thing in the morning. The softness in his voice that was reserved just for you, even as it dropped to that low smoky edge. You want to live in the memory of waking up to the rustle of sheets with Frankie between your legs, his mouth working you. How his soft messy curls tangled between your fingers and when you tugged harsh enough to sting his scalp, he would moan into your pussy, hungry for the sharp pain, pressing himself even deeper into the mattress.

You think of the last time you were together. Before Colombia and the coke suspension. When things were still good. The way your thighs had pressed tight over his flushed-warm cheeks. How he had had you so overstimulated, you couldn’t even remember your own name. Hadn’t been able to remember if it was your second or third orgasm, as his tongue traced over your slick folds, over and over, until your whole body became one overwrought nerve. His voice had sounded slurred, almost drunk, as he murmured against your pussy, “so good baby. I knew you had one more for me.”

You miss him. You miss him so fucking much you’re lost in the blinding, thick fog of it and can't find your way back.

When you close your eyes all you can see is Frankie. Eyes glossy and darkened with greed for you. Your heart aches at the thought that he’ll never look at you that way again. Still aches as you think of Frankie settling himself between your legs and knelt there as his hand continued to stroke his cock, fast and almost frantic. The wet friction from the precum that’s leaked onto his palms and you could hear the depraved sounds of his impatience to come.

You remember the scent of his sun warmed skin so close to yours. How he’d pressed the swollen head of his cock to you, rubbing it against your slippery, oversensitive clit. Felt his last stuttering strokes before he came with a strangled groan. The heat of his cum spilling in thick pulses onto your pussy.

Your orgasm hits you so suddenly, it catches you by surprise. Bright pleasure floods every single nerve ending, filling you to the brim. There's nowhere left for you to hide from the sensation. Fingers grasping at the quilts, knees squeezed tightly together as your legs tremble against the mattress, and your thighs burn, achingly sweet.

In the silence of your bedroom all you can hear is your own staggered breaths. No Frankie.

Fuck, what is wrong with you? The haze of being a horny idiot starts to fade and the clammy sheets stick to your legs. This is so very, very wrong. But everything buzzes pleasantly, and even though you’re supposed to be wallowing in shame, you just feel overcome with a warm sense of bliss that won’t go away.

It’s only then, as your head clears, and the ache in your thighs start to give way, that it occurs to you, you’d hung up on Frankie still mid-sentence. Fumbling and patting against the mattress for your phone, you dial his number from memory. It only rings once before he picks up.

“Hey, everything ok?”

His voice is warm and rumbly, if a little bit confused, and even though your head is much clearer now, it still has an effect on you. This is so dumb. You can practically hear the air raid sirens blare telling you don’t when you open your mouth, but you close your eyes and ignore it.

“Frankie, does the offer for next Sunday still stand?”

~* To be Continued *~

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Hello to all as we're almost going through 🍁Autumn 2021 soon. So it's bye bye to summer sunny days and ahead to breezy cold winds when the leaves falls into piles. Honesty, it was disappointed since we're still in the pandemic for so long that me and my family haven't got into vacation plans like if we would've to. Sadly no, but at least knowing that we're still alive while staying our house and doing some good work as I did alright during my own summer activities; like doing reviews with my YCCTEAM Controller, checking Tekken's Kazuya Mishima in Super Smash Bros Ultimate, and some DeviantArt and Tumblr art posts to name of few. For that, it was at least good for my liking. 😉👍🏼

Anyways, I'm bring to you my latest Tumblr Exclusive to share something for my P-Pal again. This time, my main OCs is happy to know that today's Riya Speedster 8th birthday celebration! She was born back in 🍁📚🍎September 20th, 2013 when my P-Pal created her as a twin sister to Spot Speedster and to their parents Bonn and Rita Speedster. Link Here

Though originally that I'm supposed to save it until Riya Speedster's 10th Anniversary; which is gonna be in the year of 2023 if I would've think it harder next time to plan. My apologies and to my P-Pal by doing this, but nevertheless it came out nicely while celebrate Riya's birthday with my mains around. 🙂👍🏼

🐰👊💥May: This time however, we wanted to show from us while wearing our Riya Speedster's clothes for the first time. Three of them each actually.

🦊⚽️Sam: Yeah. We actually having our Riya's clothes to owned today and we wanted to use it to honor our friend's 8th birthday a chance. Though we would've wait until her 10th birthday comes in 2023, but can't help it that we're celebrate too early sometimes. We're sorry, Riya. 😅 At least knowing your twin brother's 10th anniversary will be coming during last week of September. Hoping it was the right time to get there while wearing our Spot's clothes soon. For now, Happy 8th Birthday to you! 🎂

🐰🖌Maxwell: Indeed, but while wearing our own Riya's clothes includes me was a not bad to get used to it. 👍🏼 Happy Birthday, Riya. Next time, we promised now we can celebrate for real while you're having a 10th Anniversary celebration soon. Again, we're sorry if our A-Pal came up too early today.

Well it's something that I'm needed to think hard next time. 🤔

Maxwell, May, and Sam created by me; BryanVelasquez87 (Bryan360)

Used to be Riya Speedster's original clothes before giving to them created by my P-Pal; @murumokirby360

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🇵🇷Me: I like to apologies for left out on sharing my P-Pal's previous lucky wheel prize won that I would've continuing through; especially back in October 28th last year when doing my past reblog for his Ubermacth Revolver. (May 3rd, 2021)

Link Here

🇵🇷Me: I'm hoping that's the case to remember when doing my last year's reblog share, but again so sorry when trying my best to continue through his past lucky wheel prizes to cover. Nevertheless, I'm finally coming at it while I'm not too busy working. Anyways, here's for his 7th prize car won of a Declasse Drift Yosemite. (May 16th, 2021)

🐰🖌Maxwell: We do happened to take a good at it, but forgot to give our thoughts of how it worthy to drive in the street in free roam or at races to prefer. Although we can wait until he can upgrade it during his after lucky wheel prize review soon, but at least this looks good when driving in free roam we could predicated.

🇵🇷Me: Yeah. Not bad to show this though. 🙂👍🏼

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It's the 16th day of 🎅🎄December 2021 this month; only 10 days to go before looking forward to do something for Christmas. I'm very excited; even if making art gifts could be challenging times. 😥

Anyways, gonna share this from my P-Pal's latest post that includes 🐶Spot Speedster (his Chowder OC); while wearing something special to celebrate someone's 19th birthday from yesterday.

🐰🖌Maxwell: Yup. Though we can forgive him that he was kinda late there, but at least knowing @carmenramcat help him to tagged along. So, yeah. 🙂👍🏼 Not bad to see my bud Spot wearing Luna's old clothes while to celebrate her 19th birthday this year. It'll be alright if he's gonna owned her old clothes; as long he wanted to asked for her permission first. Anyways, here's to celebrate her late 19th birthday and to my bud. 🎉🎂