#so like we're just doing it now then okay

[asapeveryday]

BP - P.BUECKERS

read BONFIRE for some context....HERE warnings: closeted reader, drunk swimming, making out, slight public sex, attempted pool sex, oral sex (paige.recieving), you and Paige are kinda goofs lol sorry Tl;DR - You didn't think you'd be seeing Paige again after she'd disappeared so quickly that night at the bonfire. Turns out you've got some mutual friends with the girl...so things might get wetter than they did the first time.

A/N: wanted to write pool sex and then remembered it lowkey sucks. we try tho. enjoy. also i luv this song

"Fuck, fuck fuck fhuckkkk."

"What?" Your friend frowns, nudging you slightly and widening her eyes.

"Fuck." You bring your hands to your hair, turning away from the sight of the living room with your friend close on your heels.

"Girl, what the hell is going on?" She snaps, pulling your hands from your head. You eye her for a second, thinking, considering.

Should you tell her? Could you tell her?

A month ago or so, you attended that massive bonfire party with your friend, got drunk, flirted and made out with the Paige Bueckers, then lost her in crowd slightly after.

And nobody knows. In fact, your friends don't even know you swing that way. And you aren't planning on telling them anytime soon.

It was bad enough that the taste of her drove you insane days afterward, that you started to actually pay attention to her games, that you contemplated fucking yourself to the sound of her voice during interviews—yes, it got that bad—while simultaneously avoiding her at all costs.

But now you were out, you were ready to get wasted with a smaller group of people at a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend's house party, and she was there. Sitting casually in the living room. Just existing, as if she hasn't been the subject of your erotic fantasies since the day your lips met hers.

"I'm going home." You say.

"In what car?" Your friend raises a brow. "Cus I drove, and I'm not taking you."

"I'll walk."

"Why do you want to leave so bad?" She asks seriously, and you consider explaining it all before she adds, "Is that guy from the bonfire here? Or some other awkward hookup you've had? I swear, you get with the weirdest guys if any at all."

"Never mind." You sigh, chickening out of correcting her. "I think I should just go home."

"You were looking forward to tonight like, all week." She groans.

"Yeah, I was." Before Paige fucking Bueckers turned up. "But not anymore."

"You're lying." She elbows you. "You need a shot. We're gonna do shots."

Before you can object, she takes you by the arm and pulls you back to the living room, past the couches and chairs, which you pointedly avoid looking at, into the kitchen.

It's open concept, bad, but lots of people are in there, good, spinning up drinks of their own and fishing through coolers and fridges for fresh cans to crack open. You watch as an XL bottle of Grey Goose Vodka makes its way through a string of hands before landing on the counter in front of you, a plate of sliced lemons following soon after.

"Are you joking." You scoff, watching as your friend pours a few shot glasses full of the clear liquid. "This is literally straight hand sanitizer, what the fuck is wrong with you."

"You need it." She shrugs, pouring some extra for the others around you. "Just do one, please, I'll find something better after." She whines.

"Okay, okay." You grunt, holding one shot glass up. "Lets just do this."

She picks up her glass, as do a few others around the kitchen counter. As your eyes part from those in the kitchen to the living room across from you, a shiver runs down your spine.

She's there. Sitting, slouched back and legs spread confidently. A few of her friends sit on either side of her, and even though you can see her nod as they speak, you can see her eyes are stuck on you, curiously, dripping in mirth and intrigue.

When your eyes meet hers, they change. Suprise, recognition. She remembers you.

You throw your head back quickly, shooting the awful, burning shot down your throat and following up with a lemon slice to cut the taste as your friend squeals. You shudder as it makes it's way down, sharing a look of disgust with some of those around you.

Your hair stands on end when your eyes meet Paige's again. They're intent now, expressionless, observant. You can't help but shiver, already remembering how it felt to be pressed against her.

"One more." You turn to your friend, defiantly ready now. "And make it something good."

---

You're light-headed before you know it, that comforting, warm buzz in your fingertips is pulsing beautifully. You're drunk, giggling with your friends as R&B blasts from the living room speaker. The lights are warm and dim, room filled with heavy bass and laughter. Summer Walker prevalent. It's a good ambience.

You make your way around the house, pinkies locked with your friend as she stops to talk to everyone she can find. When she reaches the living room, you stand slightly dazed as she talks to this incredibly tall girl with a UConn tracksuit on.

She plays some sport, you think to yourself, sizing up the girl hazily, basketball, you realize.

She's funny, thats for sure. The living room is full, you can feel people brush against you as they filter through the room. You don't care in the slightest until you feel someone brush up against your backside a little too hard, and in curiousity you turn to check who.

At the same time, just your luck, a familiar face turns to look at you too. Her blonde hair is tied back lazily in a bun, glasses pushed a little too far down her nose. Her eyes—so blue it throws you off.

The minute her eyes land on yours, those pretty blues widen.

Of course, Paige.

She turns to face you, posture straight, tongue darting out to wet her lips. You remember those lips vividly, the way they pried you open. She catches you staring at her mouth, and those lips perk into a little smile.

"Hi." You utter dumbly, heart racing.

"Hi." She says back, smile evident in her tone. "Drunk again?"

"Just a bit." You hum, taking a sip out of the concoction your friend made for you coyly.

"That doesn't look virgin to me." You add, eyes motioning to the drink in her hand. Twisted-Tea, the same thing you drank the day you met her.

"Thought I'd try it." She shrugs, dawning this amused look that really does something to you. "Knew I'd like it though. I remember the taste." She adds, and your stomach genuinely drops at the implication.

"Good memory." You murmer, feeling your face warm. Not only were you drunk, but the room was so full that you could feel yourself sweating. Having her here, staring at you like that, was not helping.

"It was hard to forget." She cocks her head. "Don't act like you haven't thought about it." Paige says. Her eyes drag up and down your body, memorizing every curve and slant you have to offer. You wonder suddenly, if she somehow knows just how much you've thought of her. The idea makes you embarrassed.

"What's my name?" You ask innocently.

"Hm?" She jolts slightly, brows raised.

"Since you remember so well," you shrug, smiling to yourself, "what's my name Paige?"

She licks her lips again, this time uncomfortably. You watch as she throws back her drink, brows furrowing in thought. Her cheeks are pink, flushed with embarrassment and alchohol.

"Shit." She mumbles.

"Mhm." You hum, knowing damn well you never told her your name.

Not that she asked.

"Uh," she coughs, "that's- that's my bad." Paige huffs. She looks genuinely sorry, it's incredibly cute. "I remember everything else."

"Oh yeah?" You raise a brow, enjoying having the upper hand. "How many girls do you kiss without knowing their name?" You say, quieter for the sake of her privacy.

"More than you'd think." She grins.

"Wrong answer." You fake a frown, looking at her disappointed but not surprised. You cross your arms, plumping your breasts in the process, and internally celebrate when you catch her eyes glance there.

"I'm kidding, baby." She sighs apologetically, inching closer to you, looking at you through her lashes.

"It was a damn good kiss." You shrug with false disinterest. "At least I think so...hard to remember."

As you sip your drink, a droplet of alcohol dribbles from the rim of your red solo cup. Without thinking, your tongue darts out to lick off the drop, eyes still on Paige.

You can see her vision focus on you, your mouth specifically. You notice how her posture shifts. The effect it has on her.

"I could jog your memory a bit." Paige says, her voice lower. She leans a little, close enough to whisper in your ear. "Promise you'll hear your name come outta my mouth loud n' clear." She whispers, tickling your skin. You can feel her grin against you. She's driving you crazy.

"Paige," you hum against her, intentionally breathy. You feel her tense at your tone. "don't act like you won't run away again."

She pulls away, frown evident on her face. She's practically pouting, torn from your teasing and offended by your comments. "Didn't wanna get between you and your next hookup." She huffs, obviously bothered. "How was the ride?" She snorts.

"Could've been better." You lie, letting your eyes dart from her face to her body. "I thought about someone else the whole time."

This takes her aback, you can see it in the way her eyes spark. "Yeah?" She breathes.

"Yeah." You smile, grabbing your friend and turning to leave. You let your eyes stay on Paige as the two of you exit the room, before turning down the hall, heart beating out of your chest.

--

"Holy fuck." Your friend warbles, throwing her head back. The two of you are seated facing each other on the steps of the staircase, empty drinks littered around the cold wood. You were slightly sobered now, and she was just starting to lose her buzz. You decided to tell her a similar version of your story with Paige—conveniently leaving out her gender and her name.

"You guys need to fuck. Like now." She whines. "I'll literally pay you to bang him."

Him. You scoff to yourself, not quite ready to challenge that assumption yet.

"I don't think it would work, honestly." You sigh. "Sh-he talks big, but he has to keep it on the down-low, you know? Not sure if we can get away with being sneaky."

"Shut up." She tuts. "You're making excuses. People are sneaky all the time, hence the term sneaky-link." She says matter-o-factly. "Bang. Just bang him." She slaps her thighs. "It'll be hotter as a secret, honestly. God, I wish I had a sneaky-link right now."

"Yeah, okay." You roll your eyes, getting up and walking down the stairs. You peek around the corner and look through the glass doors that lead to the backyard. Everyone's outside.

"Where's everyone at?" Your friend groans. "Got so quiet in here all of a sudden."

"Outside." You hum in thought. "Motherfucker has a pool."

--

You can't help but think to yourself, what the actual hell are you doing.

"Don't be a pussy." Some random girl says, nudging you. She takes her top off in a hurry, followed by her leggings before jumping clumsily into the pool. Many people follow close after her.

"I'm like, still a little tipsy." You frown, arms crossed over your low-cut top. "Take your fucking clothes off." Your friend groans, stepping out of her dress with no shame. "I know damn well you're wearing the cute bra. C'mon."

"Okay, jeez." You sigh, internally thanking yourself for shaving before hand. Your choice of undergarments doesn't hurt either. You're not 100% confident as you pull your shirt over your head and slip out of your jean skirt, but you're wearing your favourite matching set, black lace cheeky-cut underwear and a matching bra.

As you adjust your bra, your eyes wander to the other side of the deck where Paige is chatting up the tall girl with the UConn tracksuit. Her shorts are still on, basic blue basketball shorts, but her shirt is half-off, lingering around her toned arms.

Shit, talk about toned. The blue light from the pool reflects onto the very surface of her skin, contouring every line of her abdomen and curve of her biceps. She finally tosses her shirt to the side, slipping into the water gracefully till it reaches her black sports bra.

Now it's her turn to stare, she realizes you're in front of her and takes her time soaking up the sight of you, the way your bra pushes your tits up, the way she can tell from the front that your underwear is lacking coverage in the back. Her eyes follow you all the way to the descending steps you take into the pool. They look bright, hungry.

The night is dark except for the light from the pool. There's a little cave with a waterfall covering the entrance near the end. Best of all, the water is really, really warm.

"Didn't think I'd be swimming tonight." You mumble awkwardly.

"Coulda' fooled me." Paige snorts, pointedly looking at your boobs. "You came prepared."

"It's cute that you think so." You roll your eyes, raising your arms to adjust your hair.

Her hand comes out from under the water, delicately fixing whatever piece of hair you were fumbling with. You don't care that she basically just got your hair wet, with the way her eyes are darting between your eyes and your lips, you couldn't care less.

"Tell me your name." She mumbles shyly.

"You should remember." You cock your head teasingly.

Her demeanour changes then, you can practically see her eyes darken the way people say they do in romance books. She's closer now, and you find yourself grasping onto her shoulders as her hips glide against you. You're straddling her torso under the water, fingers forming a firm grip on the muscles of her traps.

"I just remembered," she says, "that you never actually told me."

"Huh." You squeak. "Could've sworn I did."

"I think you just like playin' with me." She grunts, biting her lip slightly. "Makin' me feel bad."

"Awe, I'm sorry Paige." You chime, hyper-aware of the grip her hands have on your lower back. "I could make you feel better, if you want."

"Tell me your name." She repeats seriously. Her glasses gleam from the pool light.

You lean into her, adoring how your chest pushes against her, how her shoulders feel under your palms. You whisper your name into her ear slowly, annunciating it perfectly. No room for misunderstanding, no room for forgetting.

She internalizes it, repeats it silently, mumbles it into your neck. You feel the letters vibrate through your skin as her hands inch closer and closer to the bare surface of your ass.

"You left me last time." You whisper. "Make it up to me."

"I want to so bad." She groans, parting from you slightly. You watch her as she looks around at the other people in the pool, most of them couples. You realize suddenly, just how dangerous the position you're in is for her. And for you.

"The cave." You say, motioning behind her. "It's a little more, uhm. Private."

The look you share with her in that moment is priceless. One of mutual understanding, mutual benefit. Her heart beats fast, her blinking is slow. You know she'll say yes.

--

The moment you two are covered by the expanse of your rich host's poolside-cave, her body is on yours again.

The sound of water sloshing as music blasts from the outside isn't enough to distract from the way you sound against her, the sound of your lips parting from hers- or the noises she makes as your hands slip under her now-soaked sports bra.

You let yourself feel her up under the wet material, running the pads of your fingers over her hardening nipples and relishing the way she shivers at your touch.

In return, her hands get grabby underwater, toying with the band of your lacy thong, gripping at the skin of your ass, grazing the soft flesh of your inner thighs. Urgent, amused, teasing. You can feel her intentions bleed through her fingertips, you can taste them against her bared teeth, grinning when you gasp as her fingers pry your thong to the side.

Your hands travel from her tits to her waist, rock solid, you notice, as you trail kisses down her jaw and neck. Her breathing quickens as you tatter her skin all the way down to her collarbone with your lips, and you can't help but jump when you feel one of her fingers slide between your folds tentatively.

"You good?" She murmurs, fingers freezing just flush against your submerged skin. You resist the urge to rut against her, but appreciate her concern.

"Better than good." You hum, parting from her chest to kiss her jaw again, to which she lets out a shuddering exhale. "Are you?"

She just raises a satisfied brow, before pressing the pad of her thumb to your clit.

Paige's lips swallow any whimper that may have littered the air before it can escape your mouth, her thumb rubbing controlled circle on your clit as her index teases your entrance shyly.

"You just fucking love teasing, huh." You sigh out, lips grazing hers.

"This is karma." She cocks her head. "For acting like I forgot your name."

"You would've forgotten even if I told you." You huff back, biting your lip when her stimulation picks up the pace. It feels...different underwater. You're not sure what to think of it.

"I'm good with names, actually." Paige grins. "I have a good memory in general. You might be projecting."

"Oh yeah?" You frown, brows screwing as she slips a finger in you.

"Yep." She bats her flashes, watching your face intently as she slips in and out of you slowly, as if experimenting with your reactions.

"What makes you say that?"

"How many girls do you kiss at random?" She hums, twisting your earlier question around to bite you. "Because you forgot that was a two-person crime."

You try to scoff, but it comes off a bit strangled as she slips another finger in.

"Oh." Is all you can respond with as she works her way around you. It's suprising, really, how accomodating she is. Two fingers curling inside you with a sort of gentleness that gives you time to adjust.

It's not what you expected from her, and the thought almost makes you feel bad. You move your hands from her waist to her hips, toying with the waistband of her shorts before slipping them a little lower.

She keeps your head above water, if it weren't for her steady grip on you, you probably would've been struggling. As her pace starts to increase, you tuck your head into the crook of her neck. You can feel Paige's lips quirk as you now toy with the band of her tight little briefs. Why she kept two layers on for the swim? You weren't sure. Maybe she didn't think things would go this far.

You decide to sling one arm around her shoulders while the other continues its work underwater. Your fingertips graze the mound of skin just under her belly, and you feel her shiver.

Almost at the same time, you try your best to keep your whimpers to a minimum when she starts to pump in and out of you faster. To your dismay, it's not all that you thought it would be, and you felt like it may not be her fault, either.

"Fuck" You whisper into her. You want to keep going, you really do. The music is loud, the water is warm, Paige is so fucking fine, but the action you're getting is sub-par. You can't tell if you're wet because of the pool water, and it's one thing for you to be slightly unsatisfied, but you suddenly want to taste her, and that isn't going to work here.

Slipping your hands away from her, you gently break from Paige, and her face morphs into one of confusion as she slips her fingers out of you from under the water. Her expression seems lost- maybe even a little concerned as the distance between you and her grows.

"I'm going back inside." You say, heart still thumping from earlier. "Upstairs, specifically." You add with a cringe, hoping she understands what you mean.

"Uh," Paige tuts, wading in the water awkwardly. You raise a brow, slightly tipping your head motioning her to follow you.

"Ohhh." She nods, her confused look replaced by a relieved one. She begins to follow you out of the waterfall-covered cave when you hold out a hand to her chest.

"What now?" She huffs.

"I'm going first." You mumble. "You come after."

Her brows furrow.

"Unless you want everyone in the pool to see us come out together and go upstairs?"

It clicks again, and she laughs. "Got something to hide?"

"Hey, it's for your sake too." You smile, turning and swimming out of the cave. You're drenched by the water that pours out of the entrance, and then you're back into the main body of the pool. it's gotten darker out now, and there's still a big group of people making out or chatting in the water, seemingly unaware of what was going on inside the cave.

You slip out quietly, grabbing your clothes as you walk through the deck towards to the sliding door into the house. You don't check to see who's watching, you just hope Paige has the sense to pace herself.

--

You're not sure whose bedroom it is. You also don't really care.

It's empty, it has a bed. Major score.

You peek your head out of the door slightly, waiting on Paige, ignoring the surge of anxiety everytime it sounds like someone might be coming upstairs.

Finally, you see a dash of water-darkened blonde sneak up the staircase, turning the corner conspicuously before spotting your motioning hands from your half-closed bedroom door and darting inside.

There's something so exciting about it. Sneaking around. You can tell she feels the same way, that there's a part of her that enjoys looking both ways before darting off to meet you.

She's grinning hard when you shut the door and lock it—not in a sultry way, but a grin of pure enjoyment.

"You're shivering." She comments, lazily checking you out. "I can see your goosebumps."

"I'm in a soaking wet bra and thong." You raise an eyebrow, smiling.

Paige's grin doesn't falter. "So take em' off."

"Desperate much?" You laugh, feeling for the clasp of your bra before you unclip it, and take it off.

"Not my fault." She shrugs, watching your every move. "You fucked around the whole time in the cave. Now I'm impatient."

"Sorry." You hum, fondling with the wet fabric of your lace thong. "The pool wasn't doing it for me."

Paige steps closer to you now, her fingers toying with the lace edges of your underwear with some thought. The feeling of her fingers grazing your hips makes your goosebumps worse.

"You'd think it'd be more...wet." She chews her cheek. "Like, how the fuck does fucking in a pool feel dry."

You laugh at that, glad she's on the same page. "S'not just that." You shrug, reaching to push her glasses up further on the bridge of her nose. "There are some things you just can't do in a pool."

"What'd you have in mind?" She raises a brow, tugging your underwear down a bit.

You slap her hands away from you now. "Get on the bed." You smile. "And take your bottoms off. They're fucking freezing."

"Shit, okay." Her eyes widen at your forwardness, but her lips break into an excited expression as she backsteps onto the bed, peeling her wet shorts and briefs off with fervour.

You take your underwear off yourself, but she doesn't get much time to stare before you slink atop her, meeting her in a languid kiss. She's ready, prepared, even, as her tongue darts to meet yours. It's sloppy in an instant, but much needed. You're both freezing, but her mouth is warm and you can imagine yours is the same.

You slot your knee between her long legs, she adjusts, grinding softly against it. You cage her in, arms on either side of her. Her hands find the small of your waist, and take up an arousing amount of area on your skin.

Aside from the smacking noises of your well-deserved makeout session and the occasional whimper from Paige, you can feel the base from the speaker playing downstairs. It's a nice touch.

You can feel her arousal on you, she's genuinely sopping. You part your lips from hers, trailing down her neck and relishing the groans that are nolonger being swallowed by your kisses.

"Didn't think this was how it'd be going." She sighs.

"No?" You huff against her.

"Nah." She hums. "You're closeted as fuck. Usually your type isn't this...you know."

You stop then, rising from the crook of her jaw to stare at her through her lopsided glasses. "I could say the same about you."

"Pfft." She snorts. "What d'you mean?"

"This sneaky thing we've been doing tonight?" You scoff. "Is beneficial for both of us. You're not exactly out either."

"Yeah, but everyone knows." She shrugs.

"Okay Paige." You roll your eyes. "So what do you want? Should we hard launch?"

"Ha ha." She grunts dryly.

"Or should I just stop? Since you're above a little secrecy." You hum, sliding your knee away from her core.

"No." She cuts in, her hands gripping you harder, pulling you in.

You stare at her. She stares at you.

"I, uhm." She blinks, before breaking out into a grin again. "Fuck, woman. Fine, I'll admit it's fun."

"Uhuh." You mumble, crawling further down her body. Her hands leave your waist as you leave her reach. You trail kisses down her collarbone, her toned abs, her navel. You pause above her pussy, opting to press light kisses to her inner thighs instead.

"Fuck." She sighs. "C'mon...." She trails off, murmuring your name.

"You think you're hot shit." You grin against the softness of her skin. "Kissing girls at bonfire parties, acting like you won't get clipped in a second if you aren't careful."

You can see the way she's sopping as you talk, so you keep going.

"You fuckin' love this." You say, pressing your tongue flat on the plane of her pussy, before forcing her hips down as she bucks against you by instinct, desperate for more. "You love the risk. You have the most to lose, but you don't care."

"All you, baby." She retaliates, her voice reduced to a groan.

"Maybe." You hum, switching to kitten licks centred at her clit. "But admit it, it turns you on."

"Just hurry up." She whimpers.

"Admit it." You kiss her clit, suck on it, kiss her inner thigh again. "It works out, right? I'm not out, you can't be caught with a girl."

You don't wait for her answer, however, because you have needs too, so you dive right back in. Long, languid licks at first, before you focus on the desperate bundle of nerves most deserving of your attention. You feel her twitch and shudder against your face as you taste her.

You grip her thighs harshly, her hands find your hair. Her voice, once deep and low, now whimpering. You didn't think she'd sound like this, be reduced to a stuttering, jerking mess against your mouth, but it's a pleasent surprise.

"Does no one eat you out, Paige?" You scoff against her folds, licking your lips in an attempt to clean the mess. "All of those proudly-out lesbians can't give you head?"

"Shut the fuck up." She whines.

"Sorry." You laugh, returning your attention to the task at hand.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you when you're done." She huffs out, voice cracking at a word or two. "Then we'll see how many comments you can pass."

"Yeah, okay babe." You smile, glaring quickly at her flushed, fucked out face before twirling your tongue around her clit. You keep your focus there for a bit longer before teasing her enterance gently with two of your fingers. Not only are her juices all over you, but she's fairly loose now thanks to your work. Slipping in is smooth sailing.

Her whimpers turn to moans, and whatever response she'd been mustering is cut off in an instant. She huffs in between the occaisional call of your name, littered with more's and faster's as you up the pace of your fingers pulsing and your mouth at work.

Nobody is cold anymore. Her stomach is coated with a thin sweaty sheen, You're hot to the touch, and probably soaking wet yourself.

When she cums it's relentless, she bucks into your face so much you're ready to just accept your fate. It's a decent way to go out, but you survive anyways. Her moans turn strangled, then they're replaced by regulatory pants. You lick up everything she leaks out, careful not to overstimulate her.

When you raise your head, you get to really see her. Glasses half off her face, hair barely held together by her elastic, skin glistening, cheeks pink, lips parted.

You can't help but crawl atop her again, and your lips meet in a slow, lazy kiss. As you break away, a string of saliva keeps you two connected before one of you licks their lips.

"Holy shit." She breathes.

Before you can process what just happened, there's a knock on the door, and the noise of someone trying to budge it open.

"Hello?" The voice calls. It's familiar to you. Your stomach drops when you recognize the voice to be your friend's.

"Paige? You in there?" Another voice, obviously uncomfortable, chides. Your eyes meet Paige's in an instant, and you can tell that you both share the same look of horror.

But also a rush of adrenaline.

[buckadoodledoo]

can't stop thinking about roommates buck and eddie wanting this to last forever and ever and both feeling bad about this. eddie feels Bad because like, he keeps selfishly hoping and praying for things to be Wrong with the apartments buck is looking at. even though he knows buck deserves to have his own space and his own life and that's Fine it's just so fine. he can’t make him stay. but also he can’t stop trying to make buck stay. he's calling it our house and our bedroom and he plants a little herb garden because buck mentioned wanting one and he's asking buck if he thinks they should put up new shelves in the kitchen and get some cool glass jars for buck's baking ingedients and buck's got his own column on the weekly organiser and god what is he doing? and buck feels BAD because eddie's being so kind and patient and accommodating, but he deserves his space back, his house back. it was never really buck's. he was just supposed to hold onto it until eddie and chris came back. and they're back now. but also he just, can’t bring himself to keep looking for another place even though he knows he Should. he does at first. half-heartedly. but then he just stops. and he keeps not just letting eddie believe he's looking at places but like. lying about looking at places. he's literally making up apartments and then making up things that were wrong with them and he knows it's bad but he can’t Stop. and eddie's trying to react Normally and be supportive. like, man that sucks. don't worry, you'll find one! but really he's just like, so fucking relieved every single time. everytime buck mentions looking at a new place eddie's like, holding his breath. until buck rattles off a list of things that were wrong with it and he can finally breathe again.

and then one night, they're on the couch, watching tv, having a few beers. buck's just told him about another fake uninhabitable place. and it just slips out, quiet. "stay" eddie barely registers he's said it at first. but when he does, he says it again. like now that it's out there he can’t Stop. stay. buck, stay. and buck's like, what? and eddie sets his beer down and turns to buck like, stay. i want you to stay. i don't want you to find another place. i want you here. with me. with chris. where you belong. stay. and buck's breath shakes, fingers gripping his beer too tight, and he says, okay. and eddie's like, yeah? and buck's like, i— swallows. i haven't really been looking at places. i—meant to. but i couldn't, didn't want to. the thought of not—not being with you was... so i made them up. and eddie breathes out a laugh, surprised. says, you made them up. all of them? and buck ducks his head like, at least 90% of them. and eddie reaches out, tilts buck's face back up to look at him and says, i planted you a herb garden. and buck laughs, bright and loud. says, we're so stupid. and eddie laughs too, fond and relieved and just. in love. god, he's in love. and he just fucking says it, i love you. it slips out the same way stay did. and buck's laughter catches on an inhale. and he says, eddie. a little awed. a little desperate. and eddie thinks, this is it. no going back now. not that he wants to. this is it. this is his joy. and he takes the beer from buck's clasped hand, fingers brushing over his knuckles. sets it down next to his own. reaches back out, holds buck's face in his hands and kisses him. and buck makes a sound like a whimper and well, that's it. they're all over each other. hands everywhere, pressed together, moving together. and they can’t stop kissing. like they’re trying to climb inside of each other. can barely part long enough to shove down their pants. at some point one of their legs knocks the beer bottles over but they barely notice. at some point eddie manages to form a somewhat coherent thought long enough to get his hand around them both. at some point eddie says it again. stay. i love you. and buck realises that he didn't say it back—so he does now. breathes an i love you too into eddie’s mouth that slides into groan as he comes all over them both.

[theobservatory]

i love the way you write about jason, especially in the confession post- can i request jason with a very very talkative SO??

Thank you pookie !! Hopefully I didn't make reader annoying, I kinda based her off myself when I start feeling manic lmaoo, it's the only time I really get talkative IRL so it was kinda all I had to base it on

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Talkative｡⁠.ﾟ★ ˎˊ˗

｡⁠☆Synopsis: a few snapshots of you talking Jason's ear off

｡⁠☆Cw: mention of harassment, inane conversation topics, mention of body horror

You're sitting on the couch. One of Jason's large hands is rubbing little circles on your thigh, the other is holding his phone as he gets as much work done as he can without his computer. He would go get it, but you've already gotten comfortable laying your head on his shoulder.

"So then Alyssa- you remember Alyssa, don't you?" No, he does not. "So Alyssa tells Jackson to go file the rest of the reports, right?"

"Mhm."

"Right, only for him to quit, right on the fucking spot. Like I don't like this job either, but I'm still giving my two weeks because some of us still have courtesy! It's not about the business, it's about our coworkers, our kinda friends who we'd rather not inconvenience because they're pleasant enough, but would never hangout with outside of work. God, he was an asshole anyway."

"I believe it."

"And then- wait oh my God, Jason! I completely forgot to tell you about Anna! The new girl! Turns out she's sleeping with our boss's son!" Oh, that guy he remembers.

"The guy who slapped your ass?" The same one who you said isn't bothering you anymore, and he's trying to trust you, but he doesn't really believe it.

"The one and only." You groan. "Must've moved onto fresh meat, poor Anna. She's a sweet girl y'know?"

"Mhm."

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"Jay."

He grunts, turning over in bed to look at you. Your eyes are wide in the moonlight, not a speck of the sleepiness that was there just a few minutes ago. Jason wishes he could share the sentiment. Frankly, he's exhausted, and he's been looking forward to sleeping all day.

"Do you ever think about the fact that we're all brains puppeting fleshy meat suits? How crazy is that?!"

Jason sighs. Half of his job in your life is to protect you from the horrors of the world, but sometimes he believes you are the horrors in question. Not that he minds. You can be a worm and he would love you all the same.

"Baby, go to sleep."

"But Jay, I can't stop thinking about it! We're just a bunch of nerves disguised by a vaguely animal flesh bag and-"

He presses a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling you into his chest.

"Sleep." He grunts again.

You laugh. "Okay."

The blissful silence doesn't last long.

"Jay?"

"Yes, nuisance who won't go to sleep?"

"Rude. I just wanted to tell you that you're my favorite meat puppet in the world, but maybe I take it back now."

"I'm okay with that."

"Jason!" You pinch his arm.

"If I tell you you're my favorite puppet will you go to sleep?"

"Yes."

"Then you're my favorite." Quieter he mumbles, "for some fucking reason."

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"Okay, now the recipe requires two eggs, a cup of water, and vegetable oil. Can you grab the eggs out the fridge for me."

"I got it."

"Thanks. Did you know my mom wanted to raise chickens when we were kids, even though I've never lived on a farm? Plus, I don't even like chickens, they're like tiny predators! If I had to-"

"Sweetheart, mix the eggs."

"Oh, right. If I had to choose between fighting one chicken sized horse, or one horse sized chicken, I would choose the horse every time!"

"Mhm."

"Well, I'm still biased because I like horses, but still! I don't know, maybe I should use the analogy with a wolf, because I'm still choosing the wolf every time."

"The next step?"

"Mix wet and dry ingredients together. Actually, while we're on the topic-"

New blog theme new me, y'all. Do we like it ? I made almost all the dividers myself (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Not proofread as usual, posting this right before bed so I'll see y'all in the morning. I have a post about baby names ready for tomorrow, so look forward to that, and PLEASE give me your input I don't wanna give them dumb names 😔💔

｡⁠☆Requests Open...?

[cherrygirlfriend]

─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or reader going to a football game.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, she suffers from social anxiety disorder, and her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

★ author's note.ᐟ and we’re back!! hi hi hi. sorry for no new part last week, i was busy as hell. ANYWAY we’re finally meeting reader’s friends !! also guess who managed to finish three different fics today… whew.

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

for the next two weeks, not a day went by that you didn't talk to MalachiConstant; the screen time on your phone almost having doubled. most of the time it was just surface-level stuff; talking about your days, about your interests... but at night, it... changed. it became genuine. real. like you were sitting under the stars together, talking about things that actually mattered.

MalachiConstant: y'know MalachiConstant: sometimes i kinda worry that i'm disappointing everyone around me

YOU: how come?

MalachiConstant: idk MalachiConstant: i feel like i'm fucking shit up all the time MalachiConstant: like i'm a screw up and disappoint everyone

YOU: well, i don't know if it helps, but.. YOU: you haven't disappointed me :).

MalachiConstant: knocking on wood

now, you were sitting with your friends at lunch, occasionally glancing down at your phone screen as if beckoning for the stranger to message you, your lips pursed in thought as the group around you kept chatting, wondering why the boy hadn't texted you all day.

"hey, everything okay?" one of your friends, zainab, asked, looking at you with widened eyes, startling you out of your little reverie. you turned to the girl sitting next to you, feigning a small smile, "yeah, everything's okay."

"she's being ghoooosteed." vivian teased you, causing you to roll your eyes.

"ghosted? by who?" emilia asked with excitement, vivian's statement clearly having piqued both her and zainab's interest.

"it's no one."

"she's lying." vivian grinned, drinking some of her iced latte, "she met someone on that website i recommended. kildareuchats. she told me they've been talking for a few weeks now."

"viv, i told you not to say anything." you groaned, hiding your face in your hand, feeling your cheeks warming up, your next words coming out in an awkward mutter, "only reason i told you was because you saw me text him in the first place..."

"whatever. the important thing is," vivian grinned widely, "our friend here thinks that he's a member of the football team."

"how do you figure that?" zainab asked, and you threw your hands up in slight frustration, "well, i don't know it for sure!" you said, "but he keeps talking about how he has practice, and... he does know a lot about football."

"hot. you're e-dating a football player. who would've thought?" emilia snorted, making you throw a singular fry her way. "i'm pretty sure they have a game tonight."

"oooh, we should go support your boyfriend." zainab squeezed your shoulder and you could feel your face turn warm with embarrassment, "we're not going. and he's not my boyfriend..."

"i can't believe i let you three talk me into this..." you grumbled under your breath, pulling your coat closer to your body, feeling the chilly autumn air in your bones as you sat on the bleachers, watching the game you understood nothing about; when you were younger, your father tried to get you into sports, but most of the time you simply snuck in a book so you wouldn't actually have to focus on it.

"don't try to play pretend." vivian nudged your shoulder and drank out of her slushie, "we all know you're dying to see your cyber-boyfriend."

"again, he's not my boyfriend."

"but you wish he was. bet you've already made him in the sims, and you two have a brood of pixel-kids."

"i don't even know what he looks like."

"well, if it is someone from the football team, he's gotta be at least semi-attractive. have you seen their group picture?" emilia snorted, "everyone is somewhere between seven and ten."

"it's definitely not thornton." vivian snorted, "dude has the emotional capacity of a slinky."

"viv, you do know that that's a dig on yourself?" you raised your brows, "don't think any of us forgot what happened between you two."

"jokes on you." the pink-haired girl stuck her tongue out at you, "i've already forgotten all about it."

"that's what happens when you spike your slushie with vodka."

"don't act like you could focus on this shit sober. besides, this is not about who i've slept with. this is about who you're dying to sleep with." vivian winked and took another sip of her slushie.

"well," you pursed your lips in thought, "he's in a fraternity."'

"that does narrow it a little bit..." zainab mumbled, "maybe maybank? i mean, you did have a crush on him for like, the entirety of freshman year."

"it wasn't a crush!" you held your hands up, "it was... a mere fascination. he had nice hair."

"ah, yes. you were having wet dreams about his hair." vivian snorted, and you smacked her forearm, pursing your lips into a pout as you looked at the field, "how about... mason? he's got that whole broody, mysterious smart guy vibe going for him. he definitely reads vonnegut."

"dodge is a pretty valid option. though, i don't know if chatrooms are his style." emilia tsked, "what about the captain? cameron?"

that suggestion caused vivian to snort and smack the other girl's shoulder, "rafe cameron? yeah, he definitely isn't the type to do that. i think his longest relationship was when a girl accidentally fell asleep in his bed after they hooked up, and he was too drunk to kick her out."

your eyes went to number 9, the name 'cameron' written above his number, making you shake your head and look away before you spoke quietly, "this is stupid. i don't need to know who he is. i don't want to know who he is." vivian wrapped her arm around your shoulder, tugging you close in a comforting gesture; you knew there was truth to your words, but you also knew that the reason you didn't want to know the identity of MalachiConstant was that you knew he'd be disappointed to know who you truly are. to know, that the girl he'd called witty and funny several times actually couldn't tell a joke without stuttering.

after the football game ended with your team winning, the four of you were making your way away from the field, only to hear someone calling out behind you

"viv! vivian, wait up!"

you turned your head to look at who was so eager to talk to your friend, a small snort leaving your lips, nudging vivian's side, "viv, it's your slinky." your friend looked at you with furrowed brows, following your line of sight to topper, the girl letting out an exasperated groan, "is it too late to hide?"

"hey, viv." topper gave the girl a lopsided grin that he surely thought was charming, his face slightly red from the game, "you came."

"most of the school came." vivian gave the boy a narrow, feigned smile before taking another slurp out of her slushie, "whatcha want, thornton?"

"well," the blonde scratched the back of his head while emilia, zainab and you grinned at one another, a strange contrast to the unamused expression on the pink-haired girl's face, "we're having a party, at our frat house. you should come if you feel like it."

"i'll think about it."

"you can bring your friends." topper glanced at the three of you briefly before his focus was fully on vivian once again, "hope to see you there."

"maybe." vivian said, turning around and continuing to walk away, the three of you following behind her, trying your best to control your laughter, "don't say a thing." she warned.

"come on, you've gotta come with me." vivian pouted, spinning around in your office chair, "i can't go alone, z doesn't do parties and em has an essay to finish."

"you know i don't do parties either." you mumbled, absentmindedly stroking angel's soft fur while shopping online for a birthday gift for vivian, "i think i'd suffer a stroke if i even tried to go to a frat party, of all things."

"please! i can't go alone, because then i'll end up hooking up with topper again."

"then just don't go."

"but then i'll have fomo! you know i love parties, i live for-"

YOU HAVE RECEIVED A MESSAGE ON KILDAREUCHATS FROM MalachiConstant. CLICK HERE TO OPEN.

you tuned out everything vivian was saying, instantly clicking the pop-up.

MalachiConstant: whatcha up to?

YOU: nothing much. YOU: trying to stop this annoying wasp from buzzing in my ear

MalachiConstant: a... wasp?

YOU: my friend. YOU: she's trying to get me to go to a party with her. YOU: it's essentially a babysitting gig, though.

MalachiConstant: one party won't hurt you MalachiConstant: wallflower

YOU: how do you know? YOU: what if i have a stroke the moment i step foot into that place?

MalachiConstant: c'mon MalachiConstant: what do you have to lose?

YOU: my dignity.

MalachiConstant: ah, yes. the dignified grandma. MalachiConstant: hey, if the party sucks you can just stand in some corner and send me messages MalachiConstant: might not answer immediately cause i also have a party

YOU: oooh, another frat party?

MalachiConstant: you know me so well MalachiConstant: i dare you to go, poe girl

YOU: this isn't elementary school.

MalachiConstant: i triple-dog dare you

you pursed your lips in thought, looking to vivian and narrowing your eyes at the girl, a pleading look on her face. you groaned, shaking your head in defeat and rolling your eyes, "fine, i'll come with you. but i have nothing to wear."

"don't worry." vivian jumped up from her seat with a victorious smile, ruffling your hair, "you're lucky i'm your fairy slut-mother. with piles and piles of slutty dresses and skirts. i'll go get us something to wear!"

you watched as the girl made her way out of your dorm, her long hair bouncing along with her "nothing too slutty!" you called out after her, before turning back to your computer.

YOU: if i die, i'm blaming you.

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[screamlet]

last minute 8x15 spec

have we had enough soft gooey eyes and i love you's on a rooftop? just one more, okay? (300 words)

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"Is now the time? Really?" Athena asked.

She had yanked Buck out of the moment, when he'd been staring into Tommy's eyes like it was the last time (it might be the last time). He had a quick I wasn't doing anything whine ready to go, but Tommy was faster.

"Yes, it is!" Tommy shouted. "If I'm going to steal a helicopter and contract super ebola, or get imprisoned for treason, or get the 118 killed, or crash us into downtown Los Angeles, I'm going to take a minute and make I love you please love me too eyes at my ex-boyfriend who will probably never—"

This time, Buck was faster.

"I love you."

Tommy (and Athena) stared at him.

"We really gotta go and if we live through this we really gotta talk, but if—if we don't end up dying together, or in federal prison together, I—you had to hear it, okay? You had to hear it from me."

Tommy nodded. He grabbed a headset for Buck and met his eyes again. "Copy that."

Their hands brushed as Tommy handed him the headset. Suddenly he took Buck's hand and squeezed tight, their eyes searching each other again so desperately. "I love you, too."

Tommy smiled at Athena. "Now we're off on our suicide mission. Don't wait up."

As they climbed inside for their last ride together, Athena grabbed Buck's elbow and caught their attention.

"Dramatic I love you's on a rooftop? A big helicopter chase through Los Angeles? That's the easy part." She stepped away and let him (them) go. "Come back and you'll see what it's really about. It's worth it."

Tommy's voice sounded shakier than Buck would have liked. "You promise?"

She almost smiled; it was more knowing than that. "You'll see."

[woozinhos]

Day... idk asking for threesome with mingyu and wonwoo

All day||Mingyu x Reader x Wonwoo

Notes/Warnings: I tried to write anal in this fic so please let me know if it’s okay it’s my first time so do lmk if it’s shit

The atmosphere in the room was electric as you, Wonwoo, and Mingyu sat on the bed, the air thick with anticipation. Wonwoo and Mingyu exchanged a look, their eyes raking over your body hungrily.

"Someone's eager," Wonwoo teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're practically shaking with excitement." Mingyu chuckled, his large hands rubbing your thighs. "Can you blame her? She's about to get what she's been wanting."

Wonwoo leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Is that true, baby? Have you been thinking about this all day?" You were the center of attention, sandwiched between Wonwoo and Mingyu as they both looked at you with a mixture of lust and desire. They were both dominating figures, their eyes dark and intense as they waited for your response.

"We're here to give you what you need," Wonwoo said, his voice low and seductive. "To fulfill your every fantasy." Mingyu nodded in agreement, his hands roaming up your body. "We're going to take care of you, sweetheart. You're ours to play with tonight."

You had always had a thing for both Wonwoo and Mingyu, but you never thought anything would come of it. They were both so attractive and confident, you figured they would never be interested in someone like you. But one night, at a party, you had caught them looking at you with a hungry look in their eyes. They had approached you, their flirtations growing bolder with each passing moment.

"You're beautiful," Wonwoo had said, his hand on your hip. "And we want to make you ours." Mingyu had nodded in agreement, his gaze raking over your body. "We've been watching you for a while now," he admitted. "And we can't deny our attraction to you any longer."

And that’s how you found yourself in the middle of the bed, sandwiched between Wonwoo and Mingyu. They were both pressed up against you, their bodies warm and solid against yours. Wonwoo's lips found your neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin as his hands roamed over your body. Mingyu's hands were busy unbuttoning your shirt, his fingers deftly undoing each button until your top was completely open.

"You look so good like this," Wonwoo murmured, his lips trailing down to your collarbone. "So exposed and vulnerable for us." Mingyu tossed your shirt aside, his eyes roaming over your bare chest. "She's perfect," he said, his voice filled with awe. "Absolutely perfect."

Wonwoo hummed in agreement, his hands cupping your breasts and squeezing gently. "So soft," he murmured, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples. You let out a soft moan, arching into their touch. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the second, the feeling of being surrounded by them too much to handle.

Mingyu leaned down, his lips capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it gently, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud as Wonwoo continued to tease the other one. Mingyu's growl was low and possessive, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pulled you closer to him. "Mine," he growled, his lips still attached to your nipple.

Wonwoo chuckled, not bothered by Mingyu's possessiveness. "Relax, Gyu. We're all going to share tonight." Mingyu reluctantly pulled away from your chest, his eyes dark with desire. "I know, but I can't help it. I want her all to myself."

Wonwoo rolled his eyes playfully. "You always were a bit selfish," he teased, his hand sliding down to the waistband of your pants. Wonwoo's hand dipped into your pants, his fingers rubbing against your clit through the fabric of your underwear. "She's so wet already," he said, a smirk on his face. "Just from being between us."

Mingyu's eyes flicked down to where Wonwoo's hand was, his own desire growing stronger. "Let me taste her," he demanded, his voice rough with need. Wonwoo chuckled again, but he obliged, removing his hand and moving aside so Mingyu could have access to you.

Mingyu wasted no time, pulling your pants and underwear off in one swift motion. He settled between your legs, his large frame making you feel even more exposed. Mingyu spread your legs wide, his eyes fixed on your glistening pussy. "Fuck," he muttered, his breath hot against your skin. "You're so beautiful down here."

Without warning, he dove in, his tongue licking a long stripe up your slit. You gasped at the sudden sensation, your hands gripping the sheets as he began to devour you. Wonwoo watched with a smirk, his hand palming himself through his pants. "She tastes good, doesn't she?" he asked, his voice husky.

Mingyu hummed in agreement, his tongue delving deeper into your folds. He ate you out like a man possessed, his tongue flicking and swirling around your clit with expert precision. You moaned loudly, your hips bucking against his face as the pleasure built up inside you. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, but you knew they wouldn't let you come just yet.

Wonwoo leaned over, his lips grazing your ear. "That's it, baby," he whispered. "Let him make you feel good. But don't you dare cum until we say so." Mingyu continued to eat you out, his tongue working tirelessly to bring you to the brink of orgasm. You were panting and moaning, your body writhing beneath him as you struggled to hold back.

"Please," you whimpered, your eyes locked on Wonwoo's. "I need to cum. I can't take it anymore." Wonwoo chuckled, a sadistic glint in his eye. "Not yet, sweetheart. We're not done with you yet." Mingyu lifted his head, a smirk on his face. "You heard him," he said, his voice rough. "You're not cumming until we're both satisfied."

You watched as Wonwoo and Mingyu stood up, both of them shedding their clothes until they were completely naked. Your eyes roamed over their muscular bodies, taking in every inch of their toned skin and defined muscles. Mingyu's eyes were dark with desire as he looked at you, his cock standing proudly between his legs. Wonwoo was equally as aroused, his own length hard and leaking precum.

"You like what you see?" Wonwoo asked, a smirk on his face. You nodded, your mouth watering at the sight of them. "You're both so beautiful," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. Mingyu chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. "We're not the only ones who are beautiful," he said, his gaze roaming over your naked body. "You're absolutely stunning."

Wonwoo walked over to the bedside table, grabbing a condom and a bottle of lube. "And now it's our turn to make you feel good," he said, a wicked glint in his eye. Wonwoo handed the condom to Mingyu, who quickly rolled it onto his length. He climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs again.

"Are you ready for us, baby?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. You nodded eagerly, your body aching for their touch. "Please," you begged, spreading your legs wider. "I need you both."

Wonwoo chuckled, his hand stroking his own cock as he watched Mingyu get into position. "You're so eager," he said. "It's adorable." Mingyu lined himself up with your entrance, his cock pressing against your slick folds. "You're so wet," he murmured, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "I'm going to fill you up so good."

With one swift thrust, he buried himself inside you, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls squeezing around him. Wonwoo watched with a satisfied smirk, his hand still stroking his cock. "Look at you, taking him so well," he said. "Such a good girl."

Mingyu began to move, his hips thrusting in and out of you at a slow, steady pace. He was watching your face intently, studying your every reaction as he fucked you. Wonwoo moved closer, his hand now reaching out to play with your nipples again. "You're so beautiful when you're getting fucked," he said, his voice low and sultry. "I could watch you like this all day."

You moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body. You felt so full, so completely consumed by them. Mingyu's pace picked up, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. He was grunting with effort, his eyes never leaving yours as he pounded into you.

Wonwoo moved behind you, lifting your hips up slightly to give him better access. "Let's see how much you can take," he whispered, his fingers digging into your flesh. He slowly pushed his cock into your ass, filling you up even more. You gasped at the sensation, feeling impossibly full and stretched to your limit.

The feeling of being completely stuffed by them was almost too much to bear. You felt like you were being used in the best way possible, like a toy for their pleasure. Mingyu and Wonwoo began to move in sync, their hips thrusting in and out of you in a perfect rhythm. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans, their grunts, and the slapping of skin against skin.

"Fuck, she's so tight," Mingyu groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "I'm not going to last much longer." Wonwoo chuckled, his breath hot against your ear. "Neither am I," he admitted. "But I want her to cum first."

Mingyu reached down and started rubbing your clit in quick, tight circles. "Cum for us, baby," he urged. "Let go and show us how good we make you feel." The combination of Mingyu's deep thrusts, Wonwoo's cock in your ass, and his fingers on your clit was too much to handle. You felt your orgasm building up inside you, threatening to explode at any moment.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum," you gasped, your body tensing up as the pleasure reached its peak. Mingyu's grip on your hips tightened, his pace becoming erratic as he neared his own release. "Do it," he growled. "Cum for us, sweetheart."

And with one final thrust, you tumbled over the edge, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. You screamed their names, your body shaking uncontrollably as you rode out the waves of pleasure. Mingyu and Wonwoo followed soon after, both of them cumming hard inside you. They collapsed on top of you, panting and sweating, completely spent.

You lay there sandwiched between them, trying to catch your breath. You felt exhausted but satisfied, your body still tingling from the intense pleasure. Mingyu pressed a kiss to your forehead, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "You were amazing," he whispered. Wonwoo nuzzled your neck, his lips brushing against your skin. "So perfect," he murmured. "We're so lucky to have you…”

You jolt awake, your heart racing as you realize it was all just a dream. You look up to see Mingyu standing in the doorway, a playful smirk on his face.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he says, leaning against the doorframe. "Breakfast is ready if you're hungry." You groan and bury your face in your pillow, feeling embarrassed that you've had another dream about your roommate Mingyu and his best friend Wonwoo.

[theyluvivi]

"STAY THE F*CK AWAY FROM ME"... CLIENT!CHRIS.

You're drunk. You'll admit that, but it's the good type of a drunk—Not the wallowing in pity type of drunk.

You're at a party with all your girlfriends and you look good, like really good. And you feel good. You're finally standing on business.

Actually. You blocked Matt and Chris on everything, and even though you wanna unblock Chris, just a teensy a bit, you refuse to let yourself be used like that ever again.

It's the reason you don't date in the first place.

Men fucking suck.

The one that his arm wrapped around you right now is okay, though. His name is.... Luca? No, not Luca... maybe Luke? Lucas? Something with an L. You and him went shot for shot for earlier, which probably wasn't a good idea, but he's fun, you're having fun.

He's nice, like super nice. You could see yourself self liking him, you see him waking up in your bed and not immediately trying to leave. Plus, you can tell that's he's actually into you and not just talking to you in hopes in getting into your pants.

Plus, plus he has friends for your friends. That's even better.

He's the complete opposite of Chris. Blonde, tall, actually interested in you... dating him wouldn't be bad.

You giggle at the story he's telling you, biting your lip when you notice how red he's turned just from you smiling at him. "You really broke your arm like that?" He playfully rolls his eyes, "You try getting getting a ball out of a tree that high!"

You laugh so hard you shed a few tears. You even throw your head back. "It's not funny!"

When you finally stop laughing, you just grin at him, "It's a little funny," You take a gulp of your white claw, frowning when you realize that you finished it. "M' going to get another one of these? Do you want a drink?"

"I'm good." You nod, giggling again when you hear the squeak he lets out before you get up from the couch you guys are sitting on and wander off to the kitchen. You're chilling, searching around the kitchen for a cooler or at least a cup to pour some vodka in.

And you can feel the shift in the air, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. You turn slightly, and you don't need to see his face to know he's here. You're able to recognize him just by his beanie.

He's spots you almost immediately. You're fucked.

You swallow hard. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath because you know that he's walking to you and that even if you were to sprint, you wouldn't be able to get back to your friends.

You don't have another moment to prepare, as soon as you open your eyes he's there, in front of you. "What?"

He scoffs. The fucking audacity— "Are you fuckin' serious?" You just cock a brow, tilting your head at him with the most unamused look on your face. "Blocking me on everythin', posting on your story grinding on some random dude—"

Oh, that's how he found you. You tune the rest out because you don't care how he saw, but—Him acting like he doesn't do the same thing?

"Are you fuckin' serious?" You accuse, "You do the same shit to me but when I do it back I'm the bad guy?" He crosses his arms, brows lowering. "You knew exactly how I was when you let me fuck you—"

"So you get to go out and fuck every girl on campus but when I go to a party and dance with a guy, its a fuckin' problem?" His jaw clenches, eyes searching yours as he slickly tries to look away.

"Answer me, Chris." You know you're about to cry, that feeling in chest getting stronger by the second. "Chris, I swear—" You say, voice still as strong as ever. "You didn' even—" He murmurs, "Shut the fuck up." He flinches, his eyes widening as you raise yell at him.

You can feel everyone at the party staring, even your friends. But, you don't care. You need to get this out.

"We're not together—we were never together, but you think you get to control me? Use me for a quick fuck and some weed? You're crazy." Hot tears run down your face, ruining your makeup.

"You're a terrible person, Chris— the shittiest, most terrible person I've ever met— And I hope everyone that's in your life realizes that and leaves you—" You shove him, voice starting to get wobbly, "Y-you treat girls like they're toys— you treated me like I was nothing—" You take a deep breath, refusing to let the sob in your throat come out.

"I never wanna see you again." You finally get out, words that have been on your mind since this entire argument started. You wipe your face, attempting to walk off, "Dea—" He grabs your wrist, "I'm serious." You yank yourself out of his grip.

"Stay the fuck away from me."

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @t0riiiis @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @badgallrora @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @mattswifeyy @sweeethrt @bee-43 @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo @riasturns

a/n: ummmm who missed their most toxic situation ship!

[luulapants]

why are americans not doing anything about doge. or ice for that matter. from an outsider's point of view, you are all just complying with everything.

ive heard that doge are setting up illegal email servers in some government buildings. why is nobody like. breaking them? the federal data center for ice is in vermont. why is nobody like. setting it on fire? i mean you americans love to talk about your guns so much and how they are for fighting tyranny. and yet... nothing?

you all seem way too complacent and okay with this. in the reblogs of your doge post there are so many people saying things like "there must be SOMEONE who can stop this." you have to do stuff yourself. nobody is going to save you.

Most Americans don't even understand why they're not resisting (hence the "SOMEONE needs to act!"), which is that we're already a fascist police state. Our regular police are militarized and willing to kill or disappear citizens. 0.6% of our population was incarcerated before Trump ever took office. Resistance leaders end up mysteriously dead or disappeared - it's been that way for decades. I think most Americans have a sense, consciously or not, that anything more than symbolic protest is a potentially fatal act.

It's notable that "Somebody should do something!" usually imagines an individual act. A lone gunman. Self-immolation. A suicide bomber. These are our model of "taking action." Most Americans are so detached from any sense of community, especially where politics is concerned. I was taught as a kid that talking about politics is rude. If people had better access to solidarity networks, if they were able and willing to talk openly with their neighbors and colleagues, we wouldn't have that same sense that resistance = certain death.

Meanwhile, another segment treats this like politics as usual. I see one Reddit post talking about the potential for American concentration camps, and the next post down reports that Donald Trump's polling numbers are down. It's surreal. The average citizen can't quite feel the difference in their daily life. Not quite. It still feels like something that's happening on TV, so they can pretend for now. People don't want to die for the cause because they're in denial that we're past the point of no return and they're in denial because they don't want to die.

I have no idea what our country will look like in three months. I couldn't have predicted the current state three months ago. I hope, as things get worse, people seek community and solidarity and work together toward resistance. I suspect, however, that the first resistance will come from individuals whose circumstances became extreme enough to die over. I also suspect those individuals will rarely, if ever, be able to take action anywhere near meaningful power.

Why aren't people shutting down the servers in government buildings? I can't speak to every building, but in GSA, there are alarms on the doors and guards with guns between regular workers and all things DOGE. I can't speak to every agency, but the IRS had armed DHS agents walk a bunch of fired accountants out "for security purposes." We're not the most militarized country in the world for nothing.

One bit of bleak hope: they're breaking their own systems. The US government has crazy security protocols to prevent things like, say, burning down a data enter. They're firing the people that wrote those protocols. I can't imagine they'll replace them with anything near as comprehensive or effective. I think burning down a federal data center would be near impossible for a citizen today. I have no idea what the country will look like in a month.

[heyitspapayaontop]

Water Balloons in the Paddock

Request: <3

Pairing: Dad!Carlos Sainz x Daughter!reader (+ a Kimi Antonelli and Alex Albon cameo.)

Warnings:nothing unless a baby get's their heart broken but alr

Summary: Kimi turns into a "heartbreaker" and some adorable payback from Carlos and his daughter.

Carlos Sainz had always known that being a dad would change his life, but nothing could’ve prepared him for this. Not the sleepless nights, the glitter explosions, or even the emotional breakdowns over pink sparkly socks.

But today?

Today was new territory.

“Papá…” his five-year-old daughter whispered, tugging on his hand as they stood in the Mercedes hospitality. “Is Kiki coming soon?”

Carlos tried not to laugh. “Kimi? Sí, he’s finishing media duties.”

She practically sparkled at the name, her curls bouncing as she nodded. “Okay. I wanna give him the picture I drew.”

She held up a folded piece of paper, drawn with bold, lopsided hearts and what Carlos guessed was a version of her and Kimi Antonelli holding hands. In crayon.

Carlos knelt down. “Cariño… You know he’s a lot older than you, right?”

“I know,” she said, clutching her picture to her chest. “But I’m gonna marry him. You said I can do anything I want.”

Carlos bit the inside of his cheek to stop the smile. Technically, he had said that.

And finally, Kimi appeared around the corner, hair still messy from his helmet, chatting with a girl. A girl she didn't know. A girl who held his water bottle and laughed at something he said. A girl who was holding his hand, not Y/N's/

And Y/N froze.

Her smile fell.

Like, really fell.

Carlos followed her gaze and oh… oh no.

She was watching Kimi look at Eli the way Max looked at his Red Bull trophy shelf.

She turned slowly, eyes wide and glassy. “Papá,” she whispered, voice small and cracking. “He has a girlfriend?”

Carlos gently scooped her into his arms. “Oh, mija…”

“I loved him.”

Eli spotted them and nudged Kimi, who waved instantly, grin wide. “Hey, princesa! You came!”

Carlos felt her tiny arms tighten around his neck. “Don’t wave at me,” she muttered. “You’re a heartbreaker.”

Carlos blinked. Dios mío.

Eli tilted her head. “Did… did we miss something?”

Kimi stepped closer and knelt beside Carlos, looking up at the tearful little girl.

“Hey, hey,” he said gently. “Did I do something wrong?”

“You didn’t tell me you were taken!” she burst out. “I made you a picture!”

Carlos quickly passed Kimi the crayon drawing as a peace offering. Kimi stared at it with wide eyes, lips twitching into a warm smile. “Wow. This is so cool. Is this us?”

She sniffled, cheeks red. “Yes. But it’s ruined now. You like someone else.”

Kimi looked to Carlos, who just gave him a helpless shrug. “It's alright mate, I'll handle it.” Carlos whispered, giving Kimi a nod as he turned with Y/N in his arms. Softly sniffling.

The walk back to Williams wasn't so bad. It was her little cries and whimpers of sadness and heartbreak that made is bad.

“I was going to marry him!”

“Did he ever love me?”

“That girl is rude.”

Once he opened the door to the William's Hospitality, Alex saw him immediately and smiled. Y/N turned her head and sniffled again, quiter this time.

“Hi, tío Alex...” She mumbled.

Alex stopped.

Carlos frowned. He was clueless to this. And Rebecca could not find out.

“Oh, Darling, what happened!?” Alex said quickly, pulling her from Carlos' arms.

“Kiki doesn't love me.”

Alex looked at Carlos with a shocked expression. Carlos shook his head, “I don't know what to do.” He whispered to his teammate.

They both we're quiet for a moment.

Alex spoke up again.

He softly whispered in Y/N's ear. “Do you wanna throw water balloons at him?”

Y/N gasped, looking up at her uncle before nodding quickly, “Yes, yes!”

And that's how they were sitting in the paddock, using a hose that Ferrari said they could use. Y/N was giggling mischievously, helping her uncle and father make sure the balloons were perfect. There would be exactly twelve balloons thrown. In honor of Kimi's racing number.

They stood up, Alex counting quickly. “Right! Are we ready?”

Carlos chuckled when his daughter nodded with a squeal.

They marched over to the Mercedes garage where George whispered that Kimi was coming out his driver's room soon.

And when he did...

Y/N threw hers, missing a few times, and landing 2 of her four.

Alex made sure that all of his hit Kimi.

Carlos landed 2 extras to make up for the one's Y/N had missed.

“Ah! Wha-”

He got cut off by the familiar giggles.

Y/N was holding her dad's pant leg, enjoying seeing Kimi all soaked from the balloons.

“Principessa! Stavo per salire in macchina!" (“Princess! I was going to get in my car!”) He cried, but there was no anger.

Kimi knelt In front of the girl. “Is this because of Eli?”

Y/N nodded softly.

Kimi chuckled.

“You know, I still love you. It's just...a different sort of love from how I love her.” He said gently.

“So you can still be my Prince?”

Kimi chuckled. “Of course.”

She grinned softly.

Carlos smiled at the interaction and Alex was wiping a fake tear.

And all was right again. Kimi was a prince again, even if a civil war was almost caused.

A/N: HIIII I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS!! I had sm fun writing it <3

[pellowinksx]

You people make the law so complicated. yall are literally just saying words atp like what even is this. We're always ALWAYS affirming. Affirming is just thoughts. Are you telling us not to think?? Lmao. Sure you don't have to affirm like a maniac. But I find it so interesting how in these types of posts they never explain how to assume/accept it as a fact. Obviously, if I'm broke as shit how will I be able to fully with 100% belief feel as if I'm the richest person in the world without repeated affirmations? Stop just stop acting like feelings manifest, "deep down you don't accept it" Ok, and? it will still reflect because my subconscious heard it. This is exactly what I was talking about in my post, you "just decide and feel it real" people are so unhelpful I have to laugh. Let me tell you why I so strongly disagree with this. "Look at you telling yourself "Oh I'm affirming for my SP" and that being reflected back: you affirming for your SP." Now this could make sense if she was saying "You're affirming for your SP but you're also going back to the old story" See if she was saying that I wouldn't have even made this post. But...the juxtaposition in this single sentence to the point of the post itself??? lmao. So you're saying you need to make an assumption but it actually won't reflect because you're affirming for it. Maybe just MAYBE I'm misinterpreting because I don't see how this makes any sense. If you tell yourself "I'm affirming for my sp" your subconscious hears "Yes we are saying we have our sp because we have our sp" Your subconscious looks for our DOMINANT thoughts and then believes it. It does not look at our feelings. It does not ask "ok but how do you feel about it" Our feelings are none of its business okay? "The printer doesn't ask why it's being printed" -Sammy Ingram. "Figure it out and actually just spend time with yourself to pin point where you are struggling." why should you identify with struggle? who the hell cares if you "don't see it yet" don't reaffirm the old story and persist in the new one. And who the hell cares if you can't accept it as true? your subconscious does and that's all that matters. to make an assumption, you affirm No matter how you view your affirmations it will always fucking reflect."view it this way, no view it this way, you're affirming to get not affirming because you have it" Bro Just stop...I can't believe I have to say this but it's the law of ASSUMPTION not the law of feelings and views. And once again, to create an assumption you affirm. This is YOUR reality. Your subconscious accepts whatever you tell it that's literally the law. Obviously, if I use repeated affirmations it will reflect. fym "The only thing that will reflect is you affirming" Well yeah it will reflect my desire because my affirmations are my desires??? For the last fucking time, the law is just "ignore and affirm" ignore anything that suggests you don't have it and affirm that you have it until you believe it. no matter what you are always affirming. I'm not saying this to attack OP. I'm saying this so you can keep your fucking SANITY just affirm bro this is exactly why everyone says get off Tumblr and just say you have it.

How to GENUINELY create an assumption without feeling like you’re lying to yourself/pretending/have to “convince” yourself. How to actually accept your desire as TRUE.

Please, please understand that an assumption isn't forced or something you have to "try" to believe because it's just something you accept as true without question. You don't wake up every day wondering if you have a name, if the sky is blue or if gravity works. You just know with certainty. That's how conscious manifestation works. You decide something IS true and of course it reflects like every other assumption. You need to ACTUALLY assume you have something to get it please don't pretend or hope. A real assumption isn't forced, it's something you accept as fact without needing proof. If you say you assumed something but then claim it didn't happen you didn't actually assume it lol. You either doubted it, contradicted it or held another assumption alongside it. You assuming is NOT a technique and it's not something you "do" to get something.

The reason some people treat creating an assumption like it's a technique is because they think if they repeat it enough their mind will suddenly be tricked into believing it. That's NOT how an assumption works. An assumption is just accepting something as fact. If you're trying to "convince" yourself you're admitting you don't actually accept it as true. Come on… your mind is not stupid. It knows when you're forcing something versus when you genuinely accept it as reality (assume it). You need to be so certain that questioning isn't even an option and idc if other people disagree because who questions an assumption? An assumption is something you accept as true without proof go search it up. You must stay firm. It's not hoping, testing or checking for results it's about knowing aka accepting it as a fact. When you truly assume something it becomes your reality instantly. Reality will always reflect your truth.

So how do you truly accept something as true? It's actually simple but people overlook because they think taking time to face what's holding them down will waste their time. It's better to find out why you're finding it difficult and address it instead of staying stuck in a loop forever.

You need to find out what is preventing you from accepting your own word as the truth. Why don't you trust your own word as a fact? If you tell yourself "I have my desire" but deep down you're doubting or waiting or looking for proof then ask yourself "why don't I trust myself?" What thoughts are making you second guess your own reality? Is it because you're treating the physical world as more real than your own assumptions? Is it because you think that the physical world is the reason why you think you don't have what you want, when in reality it's because you assumed it first for it to reflect? Did you forget that reality is a mirror of your assumptions? Could it be you're looking at your circumstances and saying ughhh this is what's happening instead of actually understanding that what's happening is just a reflection of what you have been assuming up until this moment? Or maybe you've placed your power outside of yourself right? You believe circumstances or external factors hold weight in your manifestation rather than realising that NOTHING is set in stone and the only thing dictating your reality is your current assumption right? Maybe you think you have to do something and this is far too simple?

Figure it out and actually just spend time with yourself to pin point where you are struggling. Stop running away from your problems and address the reason why you can't accept your word as the truth. Remind yourself of the basics of the Law if you need to.

Now ask yourself what are you ACTUALLY assuming? Look at you telling yourself "Oh I'm affirming for my SP" and that being reflected back: you affirming for your SP. Look at you treating the concept of "just decide" like another method or technique to get to your desire and that being reflected in your reality: you in the process of using "just decide" like a technique to manifest. See how perfect the Law is? It's reflecting exactly what you're assuming. You're seeing your assumptions play out exactly as they are because manifestation is always based on what you're ACTUALLY assuming. You're STILL giving options to reality when there are no options… it's only what you say it is. As soon as you drop the debate you have with yourself in your mind and stop entertaining opposing thoughts you'll see how easy it is. You don't argue with yourself about basic facts of your life do you? You just accept them as true. That's exactly how you need to see your assumptions. Yes you need to be that certain and firm.

I PROMISE you the "key" everyone talks about to getting what you want… repeat with me… is to decide once and for all that it's done and that's it. Just accept it as true. Please just say f*ck all and accept it as true. What will you lose? Just do it.

[grogumaximus]

Rico Verhoeven open about friendship with 'super busy' Max Verstappen: 'Nice to see'

"I just think it's great," Verhoeven tells Sportnieuws.nl about Formula 1. That's why he's also present at the opening of the F1 Exhibition in Amsterdam. "And of course I have a few friends who drive well, Max and Lando (Norris, ed.). So that's super cool. I'm super proud of them and it's great to see how they perform at the highest level."

"We're just friends. But we're both extremely busy, so unfortunately we don't see each other often enough," says Verhoeven about his bond with Verstappen. "Of course, he flies around the world for a large part of the year and I'm also preparing for races. But where we can, we see each other. Then we meet in Monaco or the Netherlands and then we enjoy ourselves."

Verhoeven doesn't watch every Grand Prix due to his own busy career. "But I do watch the highlights to see how he did." He was very impressed by the Red Bull driver's qualifying round in Japan. The kickboxer doesn't know much about the sport, he admits. Fortunately, he sometimes gets extra explanation from Jos Verstappen, Max's father.

"When I'm at a race and I'm sitting next to Jos, he's going to explain to me what's actually happening." For example, about pit stops and the choice of a tire type. "I think that's cool. There's a whole strategic game involved. Very interesting to see that and learn more about it."

A career change is not in the cards for Rico. There is no way he would fit into an F1 car. "Maybe only with one leg," laughs Verhoeven.

Verhoeven has a remarkable maternity gift for Verstappen: 'I don't know if he will use them'

The top athlete seems to have an extremely special maternity gift in mind. When asked if he is going to give Verstappen a set of small boxing gloves, Verhoeven grins: “Of course, of course. I don't know if he is going to use them, but we are going to give them anyway.”

Although Verhoeven is of course a big fan of Verstappen in the first place, the kickboxer is really enjoying the current title fight, in which Red Bull currently seems to play a supporting role. "Yes, that's what makes it fun, right? when it's exciting, everyone likes to watch. Oh, what's going to happen? When you know in advance who's going to win..."

The 36-year-old top athlete doesn't think that Formula 1 isn't fun, but that the current scenario is just a bit more fun to follow. "It's not necessarily that there's nothing to it, but it's still very impressive. Only now you're just like: Okay, let's see what's going to happen today." Verhoeven still hopes that Verstappen can win the title. "Always hoping for Max of course. But in the end I just want it... Yes, the one who does the best, can win, right."

[ovaryacted]

Nic hi howdy im so sorry for just jumping into your inbox but okay… your post abour husband Dr Abbott made me thinking of how he wrote that sweet note for his patient’s family & how sincere and heartfelt he is - he probably is a husband that openly leaves you sweet simple messages on sticky notes or playful reminders of dates on your calender

OMG NEVER BE SORRY FOR JUMPING INTO MY INBOX PLEASEEE! That's why it's here, and I LOVE how you came into my inbox talking about husband! Jack Abbot cause ughhh, I just know he would be a good partner genuinely. Forgive me if I yap for a little bit.

The thought of him writing notes here and there is something that I consider canon in my mind (duh), not just because it's a cute little thought but cause it's a fundamental aspect to Jack's character. He gives me the sort of vibe that he's a guy with heavy emotions, or he feels deeply even if at times he may not always say certain things when it pertains to him being vulnerable. Yes he's emotionally repressed to a degree, but the combination of him going to therapy and having this deep respect for other people in general are all parts of him that translate across the screen in such an intimate way.

I think he cares about people, he cares about humans. And when he wrote that letter for the veteran that passes in the first episode after we're introduced to him, it gives me the impression that Jack probably used to do that too when he was still in the military. He'd pass on notes to the family members of his closest comrades if they don't make it, he's the one that gives family members condolences because he knows what it's like to be out there in no man's land, not knowing if you'll make it back in one piece or alive at all. He does that as a way to pay respect to people, and to acknowledge their existence in a reality where life seems so fleeting, and that's true for both out in the field and now in the ER.

I also think in general, Jack journals, probably keeps two separate kinds of journals. He has several medical journals he writes in and reads spanning over the years of his medical expertise and knowledge, and you read through them on occassion as his wife to jog your own memory and learn certain things. But there are several other journals that are strictly for him, where he's able to talk about his biggest fears, the nightmares that plague him, the worst things that play on loop in his mind have a safe space on the page and you wouldn't dare to snoop through that. He also doesn't let you, not because he doesn't trust you, but because he wouldn't want to traumatize you with his own thoughts, and you grant him that privacy no questions asked. As sarcastic as Jack may seem, he's a sentimental guy who has big feelings, and has a thing for giving the people close to him words of reassurance, praise, or acknowledgement. He knows what to say, how to grab your attention, and carries himself well to drive the point home. That's just who he is.

So with all of this, yes he does leave you little notes here and there at random for you to find. Some will be in the mirror for you to find first thing you wake up when he's already at the Pitt, a cheesy one-liner he knows will make you laugh under your breath and roll your eyes. Others will be scattered in different places: one on your thermos reminding you to grab coffee, the intense blend he brewed just for you. He'll put one in your car somewhere, another in your damn locker (yes he knows the code), one on the fridge, a remaining one in your snack pack of sorts, where he prepped several calorie & protein dense bars and the like to keep you going throughout the day.

You keep all of them, each little note varying from calling you pretty, to asking you out on a date, reminders for appointments or anything important, or letting you know what he's making for dinner. He'll even give you a corny joke or two, and at least once a week, you'll get a sticky note with a medical question that he expects answered by the time your paths collide at work, something to keep your mind active and going, and he'll reward you with a kiss after you get it right.

Though, despite collecting all of these notes over time, probably on your second jar now with no sign of stopping anytime soon; nothing is better than hearing him tell you these things directly in that signature rasp of his that sends your heart swooning. Jack Abbot wouldn't necessarily consider himself a sap, but he can be a softy when warranted, just to you though.

[hotchner-sweetgirl]

DANDELIONS. S.REID

FemOC!reader X Spencer Reid

FemOc!reader : Small background : Small age gap with Spencer and you . You are smart beautiful, I imagined you having wavy , brown hair your shorter then Spencer . You’re like a breath of fresh air since you joined the team, you remind Spencer of spring . You’re witty , kind, you love reading books , you listen to Sabrina carpenter on repeat hehe . You in Spencer have been secretlydating for the past month .

SUMMARY— You JJ & Hotch end up in the hospital after a high speed chase with the unsub it was hit in run… .. Warnings : hurt comfort , trauma , based off nightmare I had . Spencer is worried about you after he in Garcia got the call , you are banged up little , Hotch in JJ are completely fine maybe few cuts in bruises no use of your name . : Wc 2.5k not really proof read because I’m not feeling well , in who has the time for that ..

Author notes : In honor of my new theme which I’m absolutely in love with right now I adore this new theme it’s so pretty in I haven’t seen this color for spring being done yet … eek a little trauma Angst hurt comfort for you .. I hope you enjoyed this with my new theme layout . If you did could you consider liking reblog in comment… if I missed anything please let me know .

Tags : @ssamorganhotchner

Prompt— “Yeah, I'm her husband," Spencer said calmly, answering the doctor's barrage of questions.

Garcia glanced at him, surprised. It was a lie—something Spencer had never done before. But he had to. He needed answers.

When the doctor finally left the room with a promise to return shortly, Spencer turned to Garcia and said quietly, "In order to get the information, I had to tell them I was her husband."

The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor hummed overhead, too bright for how dark the night felt. Garcia’s heels echoed down the sterile hallway, her pace quick to match Spencer’s longer strides.

“Emily said three of them,” Garcia murmured, eyes scanning. “Three. That’s too many. That’s way too many.”

Spencer didn’t respond. His jaw was clenched, and his hands were shoved deep into his pockets to keep from shaking. Emily’s voice had been steady on the phone, but there had been something in it—tight, measured. Controlled panic.

He spotted her first. Emily stood near the nurses' station, talking in a low voice to someone in a white coat.

“Over here,” she said as they approached.

“Where are they?” Spencer asked. He hated how harsh his voice came out.

“They’re stabilizing Hotch and JJ—she’s got a broken arm and a concussion, he’s bruised but conscious. You—” Emily hesitated. “You’re worse. They rushed you into trauma. They’re running scans.”

Spencer didn’t wait to hear the rest. He stepped past Emily, toward the direction she’d nodded. Garcia grabbed his sleeve. “Spence—wait. Maybe let me—”

But he was already gone.

The doctor was young. Calm face. Too calm. Spencer caught up to him near the swinging double doors.

“The woman just brought in from the hit and run. I need to know what’s going on.”

“And you are?” the doctor asked, brow lifting.

Something in Spencer snapped into place—an instinct, precise and immediate. “Yeah. I’m her husband.”

Garcia, just behind him, froze. “What?”

Spencer didn’t look at her. His gaze stayed locked with the doctor’s.

The doctor’s tone shifted immediately. “I see. She’s in stable condition for now—mild internal bleeding, likely from the impact, but we're monitoring it. We’re waiting on imaging. If it doesn’t worsen, we can avoid surgery. But if it does…”

He trailed off, letting the unspoken settle heavily between them.

“I want to see her,” Spencer said.

The doctor nodded. “Soon. I’ll be back.”

The second the door clicked shut behind him, Garcia grabbed his arm. “Okay. You—lied. You lied to a medical professional.”

“In order to get the information,” Spencer said quietly, “I had to tell them I was her husband.”

Garcia stared at him. “You’ve never lied. Not even when we all lie. And now you’re doing it in a hospital?”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

Emily came around the corner, holding your jacket. “She asked for you when they got her out of the ambulance. Just so you know.”

Spencer took it in his hands, fingers curling around the worn denim. It smelled like your perfume—something soft and warm. Something safe.

“What room?” he asked.

“Room 212,” Emily said gently.

He didn’t wait.

When he pushed the door open, the beeping of machines filled the room in a steady rhythm. You looked pale. A deep gash ran across your forehead, already stitched. One hand was wrapped in gauze, the other resting on the thin blanket.

Spencer sat in the chair beside you, silent, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest. You stirred a moment later, eyelids fluttering.

“Spence?” Your voice was hoarse.

“Hey,” he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “I’m here.”

You blinked at him, disoriented. “What happened?”

“You’re okay. The unsub rammed you guys. JJ and Hotch are banged up, but you took the worst of it.”

Your hand shifted toward his. He took it.

“You told them you were my husband?” you asked, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips.

He gave a sheepish, lopsided shrug. “I panicked.”

You laughed, a soft, breathy sound that made something in his chest unclench. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that before.”

“First time for everything,” he murmured.

Garcia peeked in from the hallway, waving with two fingers before stepping back. She’d give you privacy. Emily already had.

Spencer leaned back in the chair, your hand still in his. The lie didn’t matter. Not right now. Not when he nearly lost you.

Not when it felt more like a promise than a lie.

Derek had finally made it to the hospital, storming through the sliding doors like he was ready to square up with someone. Emily spotted him first, standing off to the side with Rossi near the nurses' station.

“What the hell happened?” Derek asked, eyes sharp as he scanned the busy ER, tension radiating off him.

Emily sighed, rubbing a hand over her face. “Hit and run. The unsub clipped the SUV—hard. Flipped it twice.”

“Jesus,” Derek muttered. “Who was inside?”

“JJ, Hotch, and…” Her voice faltered for just a second. “Her.”

Derek’s expression changed instantly. “How are they?”

“JJ’s got a broken arm and a concussion. Hotch is bruised up. She’s the one they rushed into trauma.” Emily didn’t say more, didn’t need to. The weight behind her words said enough.

He let out a breath, jaw flexing. “Where’s the kid? He should be here.”

“He’s in his wife’s room,” Garcia said from behind him, trying to keep her voice light.

Derek blinked. “Huh?”

“It’s nothing,” Garcia rushed, waving a hand.

“It’s clearly something,” Derek said, eyebrows raised as he looked between them. “Did Reid get married and forget to tell the class?”

Emily gave Garcia a look, the kind that silently begged her not to elaborate.

Spencer walked into the waiting area right then, hands shoved in his coat pockets, eyes dark with exhaustion. He paused when he saw Derek.

“What’s this I hear about you and her being married?” Derek asked, stepping in front of him.

Spencer hesitated for a breath. “It’s just for now.”

Derek grinned. “My man.”

Spencer blinked, confused. “It was only so the doctor would tell me what was going on.”

“Sure,” Derek said, clearly not buying it but letting it slide. “Still. Good instincts.”

Garcia leaned in closer, teasing. “I think you might’ve said that a little too fast to be just instinct.”

Spencer looked down, lips twitching at the corners like he wanted to argue but knew he wouldn’t win.

“I told her I’d be back,” he said quietly, already turning back toward your room.

Garcia watched him go, her smile fading into something softer. “He didn’t even hesitate, you know? Lied without blinking.”

“Reid?” Derek looked genuinely surprised.

“Yeah,” Garcia said. “Didn’t even flinch.”

The minutes passed in a quiet shuffle—JJ and Hotch returned with softer faces, JJ wiping under her eyes, Hotch giving Spencer a small nod as he stepped out of the room.

“She’s asking for the rest of you,” he said simply.

Emily and Rossi were next, disappearing into your room without a word. Spencer stayed by the door this time, arms crossed loosely, eyes fixed on the floor like he was somewhere else entirely.

When they came back, Emily gave Spencer a small smile and squeezed his shoulder on the way by. Rossi didn’t say much—he didn’t need to.

“I’m next,” Derek said, standing.

Garcia stood too. “I’m coming with you.”

Spencer looked up. “She’s still a little out of it.”

Garcia gave him that look—the one that said she knew exactly how you were feeling even without seeing you. “She’s not gonna say no to me, and you know it.”

“She’s right,” Derek added, clapping Spencer on the back as they walked past. “Besides, someone’s gotta keep me from cracking jokes.”

The hallway was quiet as they reached your door. Garcia pushed it open gently, peeking her head in first before stepping inside.

You stirred at the sound, blinking slowly, still foggy from the meds. But when your eyes landed on them, you smiled.

“Hey, babygirl,” Derek said, stepping in beside your bed, voice soft but warm.

“Hey, you,” you mumbled.

Garcia was already at your side, fingers carefully finding your hand between the wires and gauze. “Don’t you ever do that again,” she said, tears in her eyes but her smile full of sunshine. “You scared the hell out of us.”

“I didn’t exactly plan it,” you whispered.

Derek let out a low laugh, brushing a knuckle against your arm. “Still. That was way too close.”

You glanced at Garcia, then back at Derek. “Everyone else okay?”

“They’re good,” Garcia said gently. “JJ’s got a busted arm, and Hotch is walking around like he didn’t just flip an SUV.”

Derek leaned in just a little. “And Reid’s out there pacing like a guy whose world almost came crashing down.”

You smiled faintly. “He told the doctor he was my husband.”

Garcia gave a dramatic gasp. “He did. And didn’t even flinch.”

You laughed—soft, breathy, but real.

“Rest up,” Derek said, straightening. “We’ll be back tomorrow with cookies and a very dramatic telling of everything you missed.”

Garcia kissed your forehead gently. “And I’ll bring the good gossip.”

They both started to leave, but not before Garcia turned back toward the door. “You ready, Doctor Husband?” she called softly.

Spencer was already walking down the hallway.

Spencer had stopped at the gift shop before heading back to your room. He didn’t even think twice—just picked out a few of your favorite snacks, a small teddy bear, and a bouquet of yellow dandelions.

The dandelions weren’t the flashiest flowers in the shop, but he knew you’d like them.

You always said they reminded you of spring and being a kid and not caring what anyone thought.

When he stepped into your hospital room, it was quiet—lights dimmed, the steady beeping of the monitor soft in the background.

You were asleep.

The doctor was just stepping out as Spencer came in. “She might be out for a while,” he said gently. “You’re welcome to stay.”

“Right. Thanks again,” Spencer replied, adjusting the flowers in his arm.

The doctor gave a nod and left him alone.

He set the snacks carefully on the little table by the bed, the teddy bear beside them. The dandelions went in the water pitcher—makeshift vase, but it worked.

Spencer pulled the chair closer and sat down beside you.

He studied your face for a long moment, quiet, just watching the way your chest rose and fell under the blanket. The way the bruises were already beginning to color along your cheekbone. The bandage near your hairline. His hands stayed folded in his lap.

“I could’ve lost you today,” he said softly, almost like it wasn’t meant to be spoken out loud.

You didn’t stir. You were deep asleep—peaceful, finally—but Spencer kept talking anyway.

“If I would’ve lost you…” he stopped, let the words sit in his throat for a beat. “I don’t know what would’ve happened.”

His fingers curled slightly, knuckles white for a second. He swallowed.

“We just started seeing each other. It’s only been a month, but it already feels like I’ve known you longer. I need more time with you. Way more.”

His voice cracked just slightly near the end, the kind of break someone like him wouldn’t let most people hear.

“I’m not good at this part,” he added, quieter now. “Saying things when you’re awake is harder.”

You didn’t respond. Still asleep. But Spencer didn’t mind. He just sat there, holding your hand gently in his, like letting go might make everything real.

Outside the door, the hallway buzzed with nurses and machines and movement—but in that room, it was just the two of you.

Morning sunlight filtered in through the blinds, casting soft lines across the hospital room. The quiet hum of machines filled the space, steady now. Peaceful.

The doctor had already come through for his early rounds. Everything was stable. You were doing a hell of a lot better than when they rushed you in the night before.

You blinked awake slowly, eyes adjusting to the light. Your body was stiff, sore in a way that made everything feel distant and heavy. But then you turned your head—and saw him.

Spencer was asleep in the chair next to you, slouched slightly, arms folded, head resting against the back of the chair. He looked exhausted. Like he hadn’t slept in weeks, not just hours.

“Spence,” you said, your voice still rough from sleep. You rubbed your eyes and stretched out as much as the IV and soreness would allow. “I’m thirsty.”

You paused, lips dry. “And breakfast sounds good... but maybe we should talk about what happened.”

He stirred at your voice, blinking awake slowly. When his eyes met yours, they softened instantly, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“You’re awake,” he said, like the weight of the entire world had just dropped off his shoulders.

The nurse came in right on cue, carrying a small cup of pills and a little container of orange juice. “Morning,” she said, chipper. “Let’s get these meds in you, then we’ll talk breakfast.”

You took the juice and pills, offering a quiet, “Thank you.”

She checked your chart and the monitors, jotting a few things down. “How are we feeling today?”

“Still sore,” you admitted, stretching again carefully, “but a lot better.”

“Good,” she said with a smile. “Everything’s looking great on our end, so you’ll most likely be discharged in an hour.”

“Really?” you asked, eyebrows lifting.

She nodded. “Let’s just keep you on fluids a little longer and go from there.”

“Thanks,” you said, genuinely. She gave a friendly nod and slipped out, leaving you and Spencer alone again.

You turned your head toward him, voice softer now. “Thank you... for staying with me.”

Spencer leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A beat passed.

You took a breath. “We should talk about what happened.”

He nodded, didn’t interrupt.

“It all happened so fast,” you said, eyes drifting slightly as you reached for the memory. “We were chasing the unsub... and the next thing I remember is the SUV flipping. Twice.”

Spencer’s eyes flickered. He hadn’t heard you say it out loud yet.

“I blacked out,” you continued. “I didn’t even see it coming.”

He reached for your hand without thinking, his fingers curling gently around yours. “Emily said it looked intentional. The unsub clipped the back of your vehicle—hard.”

“That explains the headache,” you murmured, trying to keep it light, but your fingers tightened slightly around his. “I heard you told the doctor you were my husband.”

His ears turned a little pink. “I needed to know what was happening. They weren’t going to tell me otherwise.”

You smiled faintly. “You didn’t hesitate?”

“Not for a second,” he said.

You nodded slowly, then looked down at your intertwined hands. “Good.”

The team had made their way back to the hospital, but before anyone could speak, Garcia practically burst through the door.

"Let me tell her, please! Let me tell her we got the scum," she pleaded, her excitement bubbling over.

The team glanced at each other, exchanging a few silent looks. Spencer gave a slight nod, signaling that Garcia could take the reins. He stepped back to give you space, his expression soft but still tinged with worry.

"Spencer..." Garcia said, her voice suddenly more serious as she stepped fully into the room. "I need to tell you something."

He gave her an understanding look. "Go ahead."

With that, he shut the door behind him, leaving you and Garcia alone.

She walked in with a wide smile. "Hey, my sweets," she said brightly, pulling you into a gentle hug. You winced slightly, the soreness still settling in your muscles, but you smiled through it.

"Hey, Garcia," you said, your voice hoarse from the medication. "I'm starving."

She laughed, pulling out a candy bar from her bag and handing it to you. "Thought you might be." You gratefully took it, unwrapping it as she sat beside you.

You looked at her, a sense of curiosity already building. "So, what’s going on? You look like you’re about to tell me something serious."

Garcia’s smile turned into a grin, but there was a certain weight in her eyes now. "We caught the scum," she said, her voice almost reverent.

You exhaled sharply, as if you'd been holding your breath all night. The tension you hadn't realized was there seemed to melt away, and you finally felt like you could breathe again. "Really?" you asked, voice shaky but full of relief.

"Yes, really," Garcia said with confidence. "We got him."

Before you could say anything more, there was a knock on the door. Hotch stepped in, his presence steady and reassuring. "You ready to come home?" he asked, his voice calm but warm.

You nodded quickly. "Yes."

"Good," Hotch said. "We can get you outta here. You just have to sign the discharge papers, then we can head out."

As he spoke, the doctor walked in with the paperwork, handing it to you with a friendly nod. "We just need your signature here and here," he said, gesturing to the form.

You signed without hesitation, feeling the weight of the moment settle in. You were finally going home. Safe. And sound .

The team gave you space after everything—quiet smiles, quick hugs, and a promise to see you back at the BAU when you were ready. One by one, they stepped out, leaving the room quiet again.

Just you and Spencer.

He helped you out of the bed gently, careful with every move like you might break. His hands hovered just enough, but still steady when you needed him.

You looked up at him, your voice soft. “Spence… I heard you last night.”

His eyes met yours quickly, caught off guard. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly flustered. “Right… I—um…”

You reached out, gently touching his arm. “It’s okay, Spence,” you whispered. “I feel the same way.”

His expression shifted, something soft settling into his features. That tension he always carried—like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders—seemed to ease just a little.

“I’m thankful,” you said, still holding his gaze. “I’m glad I’m still here. It felt like we were just starting to really connect, and then—” you paused, your voice dipping with emotion, “—and with you being my husband and all…”

He laughed, breath catching in that familiar quiet Reid way. “I’m never gonna live that down, am I?”

“Nope,” you said with a small smile, the kind that reached your eyes even through the bruises and soreness.

He looked at you like he was memorizing the moment.

“Good,” he finally said. “Because I meant it.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

hi !! i read the sleep hcs for ENA and then went on a tangent and found the other ENA stuff you wrote sommmm...

what are the reactions of the ENA's friends like Moony, the Shepard, Merci, Phindoll, etc. to ENA actually sleeping for the first time... and ENA + Y/N herself ofc?? <3

Omg hey! I've been reading your Ena writing too, and it's fantastic! Never stop <3

.....

Moony

As soon as she discovers you cuddling with a sleeping Ena, she initially believes she's dead.

"Dude..did you just kill my friend in cold blood????"

After you reminded her that she's experiencing sleep for the first time, she goes "ohhhh....okay. But I'm still mad at you for making me freak out like that."

Despite how it looks on the surface, Moony cares for her a lot--even to the point where she threatened you if you ever broke her heart...only to claim she was joking and didn't actually care what happened.

You know she does. She just has an odd way of simultaneously showing and hiding it.

But she'll admit that you've done a better job at handling Ena's emotions than she ever did.

Instead of ignoring them and hoping she'd go back to "normal", you validated her feelings and helped her calm down.

When she turned into her Full-Sadness form, you stayed with her even though it made you both late to the Great Runas' celebration.

As far as you introducing her to the concept of sleep, though? Moony doesn't really mind it too much. Only that it's weird to see Ena quiet and...not doing much of anything.

But it's helped with her mood regulation a lot, so...that's a big plus.

Shepherd

Every now and then, the Guardians were allowed to live out in the overworld, spending their lives how ever they wish until they were summoned for the next celebration.

For Shepherd, her work was never done, as she dwelled in a small conservatory where she could tend to her meadow, where hourglass dogs always found their way to her.

But one evening, she discovers an intruder laying in the middle of everything, and is thoroughly appalled when she recognizes her face.

"Ena? Oh no..not again.."

Not only did the same "troublemaker" barge in here, but she had the nerve to crush her flowers, too???

"Great Runas, give me strength. Show me a reason not to strike down this pest-"

"Shep! I'm so sorry! I was looking everywhere for her!" She hears your voice, and is relieved when you come to the rescue.

As one of the first Guardians you befriended, you would often bring lost hourglass dogs to add to her flock. Even buying them from auctions for the sole purpose of rescuing them.

During one conversation over turron, you mentioned being with Ena, and she almost spits out her drink.

Not that it's any of her business, and she doesn't outright say that you shouldn't be dating any Ena. But...she's confused on why and how you two got together, and still is to this very day.

She just watches you carry your girlfriend in your arms, only now realizing that she had been sleeping the entire time.

"That's odd. I thought her kind didn't require rest."

"Yeah, well..I decided to introduce that idea to her. But I probably should've mentioned that she can't just sleep anywhere." You give her an awkward smile.

"Hmph. When she awakens, tell her that she owes me an apology." Shepherd huffs, holding her crook. "My flowers are very delicate this time of year."

"I promise." You reassure, only to feel Ena snuggle her head against your shoulder to get more comfortable.

Her eyes haven't opened once, yet she sensed your presence instantly.

You smile sweetly, and Shepherd just blinks in astonishment.

Merci

She's just patrolling the Maze as usual, talking to you while you're trying to visit Moony, when she nearly trips over something.

But very quickly, you both realize it's someone.

"What??? Who is.....oh, Ena. Why did she come back???" She lightly nudges her side. "I told her this place was dangerous! Does she not have any brains left???"

"Hey, what did I say about insulting her?" You firmly reminded her. "We're together, remember?"

"....so you can make excuses for her being a hazard??" Merci's not pleased with you trying to defend Ena, but in that moment, she wakes up and is delighted to see you two.

"Merci, my good friend! [Y/n], my sweetheart! I had the most delightful dream!"

"Eh? So you sleep now? When did that happen?" is what the mime tells her.

But the only thing Ena hears is "Eh? So you sleep now? Did you have a good rest?"

"Indeed. Thank you!" Your polygonal girlfriend jumps to her feet. "My apologies. I couldn't find my way around and decided to stay put, knowing you'd come find me eventually." She grins, holding your hands. "Fun fact: did you know it's possible to cry until you're physically exhausted and lose consciousness?"

"Yeah, but...that's not really a fun fact." You shake your head. "Let's go see Moony. We'll catch you later, Merci."

The mime simply nods, although she finds it bizarre how and why you chose to be with Ena.

But she's not gonna question your decision too much. She's got more important things to worry about.

Phindoll

It was a quiet night, when you were cuddling with a drunken Ena who had fallen asleep, her head on your chest.

She had glitched into her "demon" form and for some reason was stuck that way as she passed out, but you didn't mind it at all.

You were just petting her horns, hearing barely-audible purrs emitting from her throat.

Then out of nowhere, your phone rings and you answer, hearing a certain laidback Guardian's voice on the other end.

"Hey, hey, hey!! How's that acutie of yours doin'? Haven't seen her in a minute."

"Oh! Phindoll? Hey...how are you able to call me from the desert?"

"Don't question it, beta buddy."

"True. I should know better. Um...do you mind keeping the volume down a notch? She's sleeping right now."

"Woaaaahhh...her journey to our Great Runas tuckered her out that much, huh?" He sounds amused. "It's understandable."

"Well it's her first time really sleeping. So.."

"No way, bro. That's insane. Is that why her moods get outta whack sometimes???"

"It's possible." You answered, glancing down at your girlfriend, who seemed to be stirring. But the moment you started petting her horns again, she settles down and lies still once more.

Eventually, Phindoll hangs up the phone to give you guys some peace and quiet.

You liked chatting with him, and you liked the fact that he supports you two being together.

And you're especially grateful he didn't put her through the "interview ritual"...which you knew nothing about except for the fact it involved violence.

[tennessoui]

Sooo I know you have another essay to write buuuut when you have time, could you do #25? Please and thank you!!!

Good luck with getting your essay done!! 🥰

here you go!

[from this list of prompts]

[2. 'have you lost your damn mind?' - 5. 'are you jealous' - 13. 'kiss me.' - 14. 'hey, i'm with you, okay? always.' - 18. 'this is the stupidest plan you've ever had. of course i'm in.' - 19. 'the paint is supposed to go where?' - 22. 'i've seen the way you look at me when you think i don't notice' (LATEST) - 24. 'you're the only one i trust to do this' - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 28. 'marry me?' - 29. 'i thought you were dead' - 32. 'i think i'm in love with you and i'm terrified' - 37. 'wanna dance?' - 44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you' - 41. 'you did all of this for me?' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

25. 'i can't believe you talked me into this.'

"I can't believe you talked me into this," Barriss mutters under her breath, far too loudly for Ahsoka's comfort.

"If you keep grumbling, he's gonna hear us from parsecs away," Ahsoka snaps, pushing against her arm. "And I didn't talk you into anything. We're just bringing Master Kenobi a slice of honey cake for his Temple Day."

"You talked me into wearing this stupid hat," Barriss points out, gesturing up to the cone atop her head. "And waking up at 0500 to do this."

"It's not my fault he likes to wake early," Ahsoka sniffs and adjusts her own coned hat. She'd looked it up. It's a Stewjoni birthday tradition, and since Jedi don't really mark their birthdays, given that many birthdays aren't known or precisely documented, she thinks it's alright to mix traditions in the name of celebration.

It's Master Obi-Wan's Temple Day, which means that one hundred years ago--or, apparently, thirty-seven to be exactly--on this day, Master Kenobi was brought to the Temple and adopted by the Jedi.

"I don't even like Master Kenobi all that much," Barriss says, and Ahsoka elbows her.

Probably the first and most important lesson her master ever taught her is that everyone likes Master Kenobi. To suggest otherwise is highly dangerous if Master Skywalker's in hearing range.

"Shut up, yes you do," Ahsoka says and pushes the cake plate into her friend's hand so that she can study the lockpad outside Master Kenobi's door. "If you didn't, you wouldn't be bringing him cake at 0500 on his Temple Day. Now be quiet, I'm trying to remember what digits Skyguy uses to gain access."

It'd help the most if Skyguy had answered the twenty comms she'd sent him last night, when she'd thought up her surprise for Master Kenobi's Temple day. But he hadn't even opened them. If it weren't for their training bond, Ahsoka wouldn't even know he was alive. They've been on Coruscant for three days, and she hasn't seen him since de-boarding.

She thinks maybe he and Senator Amidala made up, though she's not supposed to know about that. Not about their fight, not about their relationship. Her master thinks she's too young to hear about any of it, even though she's still got eyes.

It'd surprise her if they did get back together, from what Ahsoka's pieced together, but nothing else explains Anakin's absence.

But anyway.

It would be so much easier if Anakin were with her, because Anakin knows the code to get into Master Kenobi's quarters like he knows everything else about Master Kenobi.

But part of the reason Ahsoka's gone to all the trouble of finding the coned hats and making the honey cake--from scratch!--and roping Barriss in to help her with the whole thing is that if Anakin has gotten back together with Padmé, he's liable to forget all about Master Kenobi's Temple day, and Master Kenobi is liable to get really sad about it.

So Ahsoka is here, just in case Anakin remains...indisposed. It's what Master Kenobi deserves. He's a great Grandmaster. Some would probably even say he takes on a lot of master-like duties when it comes to teaching Ahsoka, and Ahsoka wouldn't argue. It's sort of nice to have two masters who look after her and encourage her to become the best Jedi she can be, even though that also means she has two masters who enjoy nagging at her all the time.

"Oh!" she says as the lockpad beside the door flashes green and opens. "Huh. That's funny."

"What?" Barriss asks, holding the cake plate in front of her like it's a shield.

"Oh, the doorpad code is Anakin's Temple day," Ahsoka says as she steps through the door. "It's ironic is all, that--Skyguy?"

"Ahsoka!?" Her master is in the kitchen unit. In Master Obi-Wan's kitchen unit. At 0500 in the morning.

And...shirtless?

"Master, put on a shirt!" Ahsoka yelps, turning her face away and covering her eyes. Beside her, Barriss makes a noise of disgust. "What are you even doing here? Naked?"

"Me?" Anakin's voice is high-pitched and far too loud for what had been a quiet morning. His words are accompanied by the sounds of a scramble around the area. Ahsoka doesn't even want to know what her master is doing. "Me--what are you doing here? It's not even 0600!"

"It's Master Obi-Wan's Temple day!" Ahsoka cries back, risking a peek over her fingers. Anakin has found and clothed himself in a striped and frilly yellow apron, which--well, it'll have to be do. "But why are you standing naked in Master Obi-Wan's kitchen unit?"

Barriss coughs. "Ahsoka, I think--we should probably..."

Anakin's face is beet red, and it grows to a worrying shade of purple when there's a clatter from further in the quarters. "I'm...uh. I was making Obi-Wan breakfast," he says.

"There's no food out," Ahsoka points out.

"I spilled it on myself," Anakin snaps. "So obviously, I took off my shirt because it had food on it, and how do you know the code to Obi-Wan's quarters anyway, padawan?"

Ahsoka glares back at him. "Show me the shirt," she demands.

"Ahsoka, really, I think we should go," Barriss says right as Anakin begins to bluster about laundry chutes and steaming clothes or something.

"Anakin?" Master Obi-Wan's voice calls, sounding confused. "What's taking so long, darli--"

"Your grandpadawan's here!" Anakin sounds shrill. He looks--

Ahsoka peers closer at him now that the shock of his presence has begun to wear off. He looks relatively freshly mauled.

"With her friend!" Anakin adds. His eyes dart between Ahsoka, Barriss, the cake, and the door. "They wanted to surprise you!"

Five long moments pass before the door at the end of the hall opens and Master Obi-Wan emerges, sleep clothes clearly rumpled and robe thrown on in a hurry. There's a worrying flush on his cheeks as well, and Ahsoka has never seen his hair so mussed up. "Oh," he says, looking between Ahsoka and Barris, and Anakin and his...apron. "Well, I am. Ah. Very surprised, padawan. Thank you."

Ahsoka nods at Anakin: this is more the reaction she'd expected. "Happy Temple Day, Master Obi-Wan," she tells him and then blinks at him, as he comes further into the light. "You have a bruise on your neck, Master," she tells him. "Was it from a fight?"

Barriss makes a distressed sound at the same time that Anakin does.

"Oh," Master Obi-Wan says, hand flying unerringly to the spot and covering it with his fingers. "It must have been, yes. I was in the training salles yesterday. I'll apply bacta on it this morning."

"I didn't want to do this," Barriss informs them, thrusting the cake plate back into Ahsoka's hands. "And I apologize for being here."

"I'm sorry you're here too," Ahsoka thinks her master mutters.

"Nonsense," Master Obi-Wan says. "Cake, anyone? It looks lovely, Ahsoka."

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After having to throw another egg towards him, Cassandra was sitting down at the dinner table while Kid Lance was making a tower of objects, such as silverware, pots and pans. Meanwhile, Eugene was pacing around the floor trying to figure out what happened. "Okay, okay, something in this house has turned you all into children. So if we're going to turn you back, we're gonna need answers." Eugene spoke to Young Cassandra and Lance. "Na-na-na." Cassandra said mocking Eugene as she walked away. "Hey, you wanna play chase?" Young Lance asked. "What?! Play chase? No! We need to know what happened! So speak up." Eugene replied to his now-turned-into-a-kid best buddy as Rapunzel held Baby Shorty.

"Uh, Eugene, maybe you'd better let me talk to them." Rapunzel suggested as she handed her boyfriend Shorty, who squeals and burps in Eugene's face. "Hi, Lance, so, I see you're making something very tall. Doesn't that look fun?" Rapunzel asked out of observation. Young Lance just shrugged in response. " So, Lance, sweetheart, uh, can you tell us how all this happened?" The princess asked. "How what happened?" Lance asked back in confusion. "How you were turned into kids." Rapunzel replied. "Who turned to kids?" Lance asked as Pascal facepalmed himself. "How you were turned into kids." Rapunzel replied. "Why do you have a bird in your hair?" Kid Lance asked seeing the hair ornament in Rapunzel's hair. "Oh, well, because I like birds..." She replied. "What kind of birds are they?" Lance asked again. "Well, um, it's not really any kind of bird, it's more of a simple design." Rapunzel stated.

"Why's your hair so long? I bet it's because you're really, really, old." Lance asked about her hair, albeit it made the princess slightly offended as she had to keep her cool around children. "Well, no, actually, it's..." She spoke until Lance interrupted with more questions. "Where do clouds go at night? What's your favorite song? What sound would zero make if it wasn't a number? What's for dinner?" He asked. Young Cassandra then smashes the cake using a ladle. "Cass, you need to come down from there right now, and tell me what's going on." Eugene demanded. "Sure. I've been wanting to tell you something, anyway." Cassandra said gesturing Eugene come closer as she was going to say something in his ear. "Ear flick!" She laughed. "Well, it's nice to see that young Cassandra is even more pleasant than Cassandra Classic." Eugene stated, frowning as Shorty burped again.

Continued from here

the next day in the kingdom of Corona, it was a typical normal day, until it ended when the stranger ran passed through the wanted poster that says 'Silent Striker'

"he went this way!" Stan shouted when he and Pete went after him, Mirage and Bella are being prepared to catch him too, the guard captain and the other guard got him surrounded

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