#spinning beach ball

[kawaoneechan]

I wonder how many people know that the spinning beach ball cursor in MacOS is actually a spinning magneto-optical disk...

[y0rkminster]

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My new favorite GIF

[franzias-cave]

I can't think of another creative who has managed to convey the feeling of "poleaxed by gay horniness" so well as Chappell Roan.

[demon-blood-youths]

||The useless laptop updates: A jujutsu kaisen parody|| Part 2 - Spinning Beach Ball of Death

Hi everyone, this is part two of the drabble that me and my friend, @the-silver-peahen-residence were doing. Thanks to a video I shared with her because it's so funny. If you're curious, please watch this Youtube video and please support the creator, SamaBoiyo on his amazing animation!

Please read part 1 written by Peahen-mun

After the event of dealing with Sukuna and I.T issues, Fosh slowly recovered from the incident. H

---- Warning ----

Sukuna acting like a boome

Overworked

Cursing

PSTD

----- Summary ----

After helping the King of Curses on updates;

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Now Fosh Virian aka Jellyfish knows how to hack. After all, he's a hacker. He knows how to create viruses and how to deal with them. Hell, he can hack into anything. Cameras, security, firewalls, bank accounts and everything.

A jellyfish can get to anywhere like a ghost. Even if they're fragile, they can live long!

Not only that, whenever he gets stressed. He gets aided by his friend and crush; Mouse. Mouse always helps him out and sticks up for him. He is forever grateful for her help. He always pay back.

He is prepared for anything.

Well...except for one instance.

"The damn thing is annoying! Why do I have to have this damn thing showing on my laptop when I only want to watch videos!!!"

Okay. Time to solve this.

"BULLSHIT!! This shit comes up on that damn computer every. single. DAY! Automatically! You have to restart your computer to install important updates every single day!!"

Uhhh...what?

"But every single day, I just hit later! You wanna know why I click later!?"

Oh god.

"Because their is no option to pick Never! I like to click never! I NEVER WANT TO INSTALL THIS USLESS STUPID UPDATES!? WHY THE HELL DO THIS SHIT HAVE TO INSTALL THINGS THAT DON'T MAKE SENSE!?"

Dear god. Why?

"I HATE EM!! I HATE THESE STUPID UPDATES!! WHY THE FUCK DO WE NEED THEM!? I JUST WANT TO WATCH VIDEOS WITHOUT SEEING THIS SHIT POP UP ON MY SCREEN EVERY FUCKING DAY!"

That one instance.....is Sukuna Ryomen aka King of Curses. Aka... what the team nicknamed him Voldemort just to cope with the traumatic events. Fosh received a call from Taz as she needed help regarding computer issues at Jujutsu High. No problem!

If he has to think about Jujutsu High, it's like a traditional school not too far from Tokyo. It's like entering a shrine temple but it's a school. A school that teaches sorcery; or rather jujutsu sorcery that handles cursed spirits. Jujustu Tech is no exception to computer issues.

Now....Fosh gets spooked by anything supernatural. Despite being a teen who became a teen after signing a contract with a devil which is pretty ironic itself. Cursed spirits scare the crap out of him. Thank god, he got some basics because what the hell....he was not prepared for Sukuna needing some help.

"Clearly you don't get what I'm saying!!!! I HATE the damn updates! I never want to install them!"

He never thought that he had to help a cursed spirit named King of Curses. It's like explaining to a grown-up who doesn't adapt to the technological age. No...more like a boomer! Yes. a boomer! That's correct, right?

If Fosh had to describe that crazy experience, it's like working in customer service in I.T. department and yes, he does work part-time as an I.T to pass the time. But by god....Sukuna is every I.T's worst nightmare. It's like telling someone and they don't get it. Mind you, this guy is over 1,000 years old.

And what was the issue? Well...clearly....Sukuna doesn't want to install updates because he wants to watch videos on the internet. Yes, updates. UPDATES! Just why?! He felt bad for Yuji Itadori who has to deal with this guy living in his head 24/7.

But why? Why didn't they install the updates?! Fosh is crying inside. He thought the updates are just minor and it's no problem, mostly updating the browser. But oh no.....

After taking a look at their computer by connecting with their computer, the number of updates that are missed is...completely ridiculous. It's like a long list. Like a book!

And there's Sukuna. Like an impatient boomer customer, he wants to know how long. And of course, Fosh doesn't want to lie but he doesn't want to get killed even if the King of Curses is on the other side of the world. So Fosh takes a breath and answers.

"5 days..." He whimpered.

"5 DAYS!!! ARE YOU SHITTING ME YOU LITTLE FUCKING PUNK!? IT'S GOING TO TAKE FIVE FUCKING DAYS FOR ALL THAT WORTHLESS SHIT TO INSTALL!?"

At least...it's not 1,000 years! Fosh cries in his head. And after all that, Sukuna ended up raging as the connection is lost. After that, he was asked by Mouse if he was okay. By okay...does he mean he gets to live another day? Maybe that's okay, hahahahahahaha...wahhhaa...

Fosh had to sleep under the covers for the rest of the day as he cried. Thank god, he didn't work in a call center, he would have a stroke at a young age. It took time and a large amount of self-care.

Everything was so peaceful. So peaceful. Until Taz calls him after a few days. Fosh wonders what happens to the laptop.

Taz explained that she got Sukuna another laptop while his PC is installing the updates. Maybe this time...Yuji will do the updates instead of Sukuna. However...instead of a Windows. Sukuna got a Mac. Yes, a Mac.

He falls from his chair, hearing this. "Fosh?!" Mouse asked, helping him up. "Fosh?" She shakes him a little as he is floored.

Oh gods...

And this time...Sukuna complains as there's some chaos in the background. Again. Well...over the common problems regarding the Mac. Sukuna is talking from Yuji's mouth. Yuji whose eyes are tired because of the yelling. Kisho and Megumi had to comfort the poor guy.

"WHY IS THIS REVOLTING RAINBOW BALL KEEP SPINNING?!"

"It means...it's just loading," Fosh answered.

"IT IS TAKING TOO LONG!"

"Well...uh...you gotta restart it because it means it's going to crash."

"FUCK ME! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! I HAVE TO RESTART IT?!"

And oh....it just got worse from there. After turning it off, the Mac got turned on...however...

"NOW I CAN'T TURN IT ON! WHERE IS THE HALF-EATEN APPLE?!"

Shit. Compared to Windows, Mac is a different whole beast to deal with.

"Sukuna-" Kisho sighed.

"Quiet, brat!" He told Kisho as Eito squawked angrily. "Screw off, you turkey!" Sukuna tells him.

Mouse sighs, "Look...you just to press and hold the power button on Mac for at least 10 seconds, then release. If your Mac is turned on, this forces it to turn off." Mouse gives Sukuna or rather Megumi as he does this. "Now...if you see no change on your Mac, press and release the power button normally." She said.

"If your Mac now turns on but doesn’t finish starting up, follow the steps for when your Mac doesn’t start up all the way." She instructs Megumi. Sukuna glowered,

"WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU NEED TO TURN IT OFF AND KEEP TURNING IT BACK NOW! WHAT IS THIS SHIT?!"

"Well...that's the solution to the problem!" Yuji said.

"At least...you don't need to update every time..." Kisho muttered but he got bonked on the head by Sukuna by using Yuji's body. "OW!"

"Sorry!" Yuji quickly apologized.

The most common problem with Mac is the starting up issue and of course, the spinning ball of death. The issue would be the Ram or full memory storage that slows things down. It's not a problem but it's hard when you got an angry King of Curses, glaring at the screen.

It didn't took long but the apple logo came on the screen. There is a sigh of relief from the jujutsu sorcerers while Sukuna scoffs. Then Kisho says, "Uh...."

"Oh no..." Nobara sweatdropped.

"What now?" Megumi groaned as Yuji closes his eyes, prepared for another outburst.

"Uh...Mouse and Fosh. What does it mean when the apple stops at the loading screen." Said Taz. Oh god. Why? Why?! This is like freaking a call center!

"IS THIS COMPUTER MESSING WITH ME?!"

"No. It means..."

"Don't explain! Tell us how to fix it!" Sukuna yelled. The memories of Windows updates came flooding back so Fosh is whimpering now and tells Megumi what to do. The worst-case scenario is reinstalling the MacOS. It helps out unless you don't have enough space.

Unfortunately, it came to that. Much to Sukuna's frustration.

"Easy Sukuna. We can just delete the files we don't need and our computer will be fine!' Said Yuji. "NO I WANT THEM!" Sukuna said. Oh god...is Sukuna a digital hoarder?!

"Did you save them in the Cloud? If you did, then you're f-" Fosh trying to calm him down.

"THE CLOUD? HOW IN THE FUCK CAN I SAVE THEM IN A CLOUD?! WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE!" Sukuna growled. Did nobody explain to Sukuna what the Cloud is?!

"Sukuna, a cloud is a place to be safe where you put the files on the internet. It's a library." Kisho said.

"Is that how the cloud works?" Nobara said.

"Actually... It invovles storing and accessing data and programs over the internet instead of your computer's hard drive.' Megumi answered.

"Or we can store them in a flash drive. It works." Kisho said. That too.

"There's an application called the Cloud!" Mouse yelled at him and explained to him how it worked. Sukuna grumbles but listen. Okay, good. As Fosh explains, Sukuna goes to put his files into the Cloud. What kind of files?! He has no idea and he is not going to ask.

It was done in Safe Boot Mode instead of the cloud, putting them on a flash drive could work. In Safe Boot, things are functional but slow making Sukuna seething.

Everyone is sweatdropping right now as Megumi helps out by doing this. Fosh wonders how this guy keeps calm during this whole thing. After all that, there is space to reinstall the MacOS and soon the solution is resolved. Thanks to some shortcuts like resetting PRAM/NVRAM and other solutions.

Or is it?

"UGh! THIS SPINNING BALL OF DEATH!" Sukuna roared. "THAT'S IT! I"m going to burn this computer!"

"SUKUNA NO!" Megumi and Kisho are now in another fight-like cloud with poor Yuji caught in the crossfire. After all, Sukuna and Yuji share the same body. "WHY AM I GETTING BEAT UP! IT'S SUKUNA'S FAULT! NOT MINE." Yuji cried.

"BIG BROTHER!" Taz cried.

"FUCK THIS! I'M GOING TO DESTROY THIS INFERIOUS MACHINE!" Sukuna yelled.

"I WILL HELP!" Said Kinie.

"KINIE NOT HELPING!" Taz shouted. Nobara had to duck Taz's head a second time as a chair is thrown across the room.

This is like deja vu. Fosh sweatdropped, watching this go on. Crashes are heard followed by more cursing and shouting. Fosh's stress levels are reaching an all-time high.

"Can you STOP?! SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN" Mouse shouted at the screen, telling Sukuna to sit down and shut up. Sukuna growls, "What did you say girly?!"

Fosh gasped but is grateful for Mouse. She's more braver than he is!

"You heard me! Want us to solve the problem or not?!" Mouse crossed her arms. Yuji comes back as Sukuna's eye glares at the girl from Yuji's cheek. "He wants you to continue." Yuji sighed. To which the hackers did. And again, it's just updates for the OS. Jesus....at least for the Mac, it's less tedious than the Windows.

It took two hours of complete silence till the Mac's issues were resolved. "Yuji. From now on, I will send you a hard drive so you can save any stuff Sukuna has. Make sure you have the Time Machine to help."

"Right. Thank you so much, Fosh and Mouse! You two are the best!" Yuji is forever grateful. Kisho, Megumi, and Nobara nodded. "Sukuna! Say, thank you."

"Shut it, brat!" Sukuna retorted then addressed Fosh, "Hmph. As expected from you two." He said, showing his gratitude in his own way.

"Uh...thank you?" Fosh asked. Does that count as a thank you? Mouse sighs.

"Good, now I can watch some YouTube videos and play games on the now!" Sukuna laughed. Fosh sweatdropped, "Right..."

"Thanks so much, Fosh and Mouse!" Taz smiled.

"R-right, bye. N-nice to see you." Fosh said.

"Nice seeing you, Taz." Mouse smiled as they hung up on the video call. She hears a thud and sees Fosh on the ground he looks weak as there are swirls in his eyes. "No...more....I need a vacation."

"F-fosh! Fosh!" Mouse goes to the floor and shakes his shoulders. His teammates heard the commotion and came in.

Ink steps forward, "Is it from work?"

"Uh...." Mouse isn't sure if she can explain the story to them but nods, "Yeah."

"We figured..." Shdwkyz answered while Jaron and Rust helps Fosh to take a break. This time, he needs a vacation.

---- Back at Jujutsu High -----

"Arrogant humans! You will not stop me! For I am the King!" Sukuna laughed, playing GTA on the computer. Now Sukuna has a Windows and Mac. If you ask him which one is better, Sukuna will say whatever and tell you to get lost.

"Jeez....I feel for Taz's friends..." Kisho said.

"Hm. Good thing we solved the issue before it got any worse." Megumi said.

"Yeah, Taz's friends really save us..." Nobara sighed.

"I told you Fosh and Mouse are the best people to go for computer problems," Taz said with a smile while Yuji looked relieved that Sukuna is now happy.

I swear....do these devices cause that much trouble? Kinzie asked but happy that the King is entertaining himself. Taz shakes her head, 'Not really.'

"Guys! Sukuna says he wants to play Super Smash!' Yuji said. The jujutsu sorcerers except for Taz all sweatdropped. Eito had to fall on the floor because they never thought Sukuna would be this invested in technology.

"Yeah! Smash! I'm good at that good!" Taz smiled. "I get my Switch!"

"Good thing, the Switch doesn't have issues...." Megumi said, not minding. As long as it's not computers, it's fine.

Just another day at Jujutsu Tech High.

[inima]

but steel is heavier than feathers...

[crookedteethed]

ᡣ𐭩 betting on you . • ° 　 .　 *　: r. cameron

synopsis -- you make a bet during a game of beer pong with rafe, the stakes being your virginity.

warnings -- 18+-mdni, smut, semi-public smut, loss of virginity, fingering, oral (f receiving), cursing, frat!Rafe, best friend! Rafe

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Music pulsed through the beach house, mixing with laughter and the crash of waves outside. Salt air drifted through open windows, carrying the scent of ocean and bonfire smoke. You stood at one end of the beer pong table, watching Rafe Cameron size up his shot with that insufferable confidence of his.

"Getting nervous, Cameron?" you called out, trying to hide your own flutter of anticipation. "That aim's looking a little shaky."

Rafe looked up, that trademark half-smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Please. I'm just getting warmed up." He straightened, spinning the ball between his fingers. "But since you're feeling confident, why don't we raise the stakes?"

"Stakes?" You arched an eyebrow, intrigued despite yourself.

He leaned forward, hands planted on the table edge. "Oh, it's simple. You and I get to have sex, then I get to say I fucked the hottest girl on figure 8, and if by some miracle you win…" His low growl sent shivers down your spine as he slyly spread his hands, shrugging. "Name your price."

The competitive spark in his blue eyes made your heart skip. This was Rafe all over—turning everything into a challenge, pushing boundaries, trying to get under your skin. And the most annoying part?

It was working.

You felt a flush creep up your neck, equal parts arousal and indignation. "You're awfully sure of yourself," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

Rafe's grin widened. "I'm just playing to my strengths. But hey, if you're not up for it…" He trailed off, a hint of challenge in his tone.

That did it. You stepped closer, invading his personal space. "Oh, I'm up for it. And when I win, you'll be my personal servant for a week. Laundry, dishes, whatever I want."

His eyes darkened with desire. "Deal," he growled, voice low.

The air between you crackled with tension as you each took your positions. You tried to focus on the game, but your mind kept wandering to what would happen if you lost. The way Rafe's muscles flexed as he lined up his shot was incredibly distracting. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to concentrate.

The first few rounds were intense, with both of you matching shot for shot. The crowd grew louder with each cup eliminated, their chants and cheers echoing off the beach house walls. Your confidence grew with each successful throw, but Rafe remained frustratingly focused, that signature smirk never leaving his face.

"Four cups left," someone called out from the crowd. "Game's getting good!"

You lined up your shot carefully, but the ball spun out at the last second. Rafe's next throw landed perfectly, drawing whoops from his supporters.

"Your turn, superstar," he taunted playfully.

Three cups turned to two, then one. The pressure mounted with each throw, and you could feel your hands getting sweaty. This was it - Rafe had one cup left, you had two. All you needed was to make these shots.

Your throw sailed through the air… and bounced off the rim. The crowd gasped.

Rafe picked up the ball, twirling it in his hands as he studied the final cup. The beach house seemed to hold its breath. He flicked his wrist, the ball arcing gracefully through the air…

Splash.

The crowd erupted as Rafe threw his arms up in victory. "And that's game!" he announced, grinning triumphantly.

"Lucky shot," you muttered, as you prepared to lose your virginity to Rafe. But he could tell you were pouting and teasingly said, "Don't pout now."

"I'm not pouting," you huffed, crossing your arms. But your lip was definitely sticking out in a way that could only be described as pouty.

Rafe smirked, his eyes roaming over your body in a way that made heat rise to your cheeks. "Sure you're not. Come on, don't be such a sore loser. A bet's a bet."

you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. This was Rafe, for crying out loud. Your annoying best friend since middle school. The guy who put gum in your hair in 6th grade. And now here you were, about to…

"Fine," you said, taking a deep breath. "Let's just get this over with."

Rafe's eyes roam hungrily over your body as you straddle his lap. The thumping beat of the music blurs into the background as your hands eagerly rip at his shirt. He chuckles, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Looks like you're not backing out of our little bet," he teases.

"Shut up," you groan, tossing his shirt into the darkness of the room. Before long, both of you are stripped down and exploring each other's bodies with hungry mouths and wandering hands.

Your fingers tangle in Rafe's hair as he trails hot kisses down your neck. A gasp escapes your lips when he nips at your collarbone. The music pulses around you, matching the frantic beating of your heart.

"Wait," you pant, pulling back slightly. Rafe looks up at you, eyes dark with desire.

"Having second thoughts?" he asks, a hint of challenge in his voice.

You shake your head, a wicked grin spreading across your face. "We should make sure the door is locked-- wouldn't want any interruptions."

Rafe laughs a low, sultry sound that sends shivers down your spine. His hands grip your hips, pinning you down to where the bulge of his cock kissed your lips.

"Who cares who comes in? Let them see," he murmurs against your skin. "Now, where were we?"

You respond by capturing his lips in a searing kiss, but when you feel Rafe begin to tug on his cock, you stop him and pull back slightly. Your breath is heavy, and you look into his eyes with a mix of desire and apprehension.

"Rafe, but I'm a virgin," you whisper, the words hanging in the air between you.

Rafe's eyes soften, and he gently brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. His lips brushed against the same ear, sending shivers down your spine. "I know," he whispered seductively, his voice dripping with desire. "I want to savor every moment of it." With a hungry look in his eyes, Rafe gently flipped you onto your back and trailed kisses down your body until he reached the source of your arousal.

Your breath catches in your throat as Rafe's lips trail lower. His warm breath ghosts over your most sensitive areas, making you tremble with anticipation. You feel his strong hands gently part your thighs, exposing you fully to his heated gaze.

"You're so beautiful," Rafe murmurs, his voice husky with desire. He plants soft kisses along your inner thighs, inching closer to where you need him most.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with lust, seeking permission. You give a small nod, biting your lip.

Rafe's tongue flicks out, teasing your folds. You gasp at the sensation, your hips bucking involuntarily. He chuckles softly, using his strong hands to hold your thighs apart as he continues his ministrations.

"Rafe," you moan, tangling your fingers in his hair at the sensation.

He hums in response, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. His skilled tongue explores every inch of you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Just when you think you can't take anymore, he slides a finger inside you, curling it to hit that perfect spot.

Your climax washes over you in waves of ecstasy. Rafe works you through it, only pulling away when your trembling subsides.

He kisses his way back up your body before capturing your lips once more, you can taste yourself on his tongue as he positions himself between your thighs.

"Are you sure?" he asks softly, searching your eyes.

You nod, pulling him closer. "I want you, Rafe. All of you."

With agonizing slowness, he begins to push inside. There's a moment of discomfort, but Rafe peppers your face with compact kisses.

"Relax, baby," Rafe murmurs against your skin. "I've got you."

You take a deep breath, willing your body to soften. Inch by exquisite inch, Rafe sinks deeper until he's fully sheathed inside you. The stretch is intense but delicious. You've never felt so completely filled, so utterly possessed.

Rafe stills, giving you time to adjust. His dark eyes bore into yours, filled with a mixture of lust and tenderness that makes your heart stutter.

"Oh god," you gasp, clinging to his broad shoulders.

Rafe stills, giving you time to adjust. His eyes are dark with desire as he gazes down at you. "You feel amazing," he groans. "So tight and perfect."

Experimentally, you roll your hips. The friction sends sparks of pleasure shooting through you. Rafe's eyes flutter closed and he lets out a strangled moan.

"Please," you whimper. "I need you to move."

That's all the encouragement he needs. Rafe begins to thrust, setting a maddeningly slow pace. Each drag of his cock inside you builds the pressure coiling in your core. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

"Faster," you plead. "Harder."

Rafe obliges, picking up speed. The room fills with the sound of skin on skin slapping as you and Rafe are both quick to chase your own highs.

The intensity of your movements increases, driving you both closer to the edge. Rafe's thrusts become more urgent, his grip on your hips tightening as he loses himself in the moment.

Your as breath becomes ragged as rafe's pace quickens, and the pleasure spirals higher and higher until you can't hold back any longer.

With a cry, you reach your (second) peak, waves of ecstasy washing over you. Rafe follows closely behind, his release coming with a deep groan as he spills into you.

For a moment, you both lie there, panting and trying to catch your breath. Rafe gently kisses your forehead, his eyes filled with affection. You smile up at him, feeling a deep connection that goes beyond just the physical.

"Who would have thought a game of beer pong would lead to this?" you say, grinning at Rafe.

He chuckles, wrapping an arm around you. "I guess some bets are worth losing," he replies, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You lean into him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "Best friends forever, right?" you ask, half-jokingly.

Rafe kisses the top of your head. "Forever," he agrees, his voice filled with certainty.

With a contented sigh, you snuggle closer to Rafe, feeling a sense of peace and fulfillment. The world outside can wait; for now, you're exactly where you want to be, with the person who means the most to you.

a/n: thanks for making it to the end of this fic!! As always all likes comments, and reblogs keeps me motivated! 💕🫶🏾

[lurking-loaf]

It's essential to teach them color theory when they're young so they understand how to mix colors. How else will you get art that's good enough for the fridge?

Day 6 of DCA Promptober - hues plus bonus animation of Sun imitating the Mac's wait cursor aka the Spinning Beach Ball of Doom

[bee-wg]

Year 3:

Now that I think about it, football has been a constant in my life for five years now. I’m not sure if I enjoy football anymore; it used to be about the fun we have passing the ball, now it’s all about the stats or the perfect form. 

I stood up from the bleachers to hand Brad his towel.

“I’m going to leave the team, Brad,” I said.

“What? Where did this come from?” He said frantically.

“Everyone knows I’m still on the team because you’re the team’s captain now,” I said.

“I don’t want to cause tension between you and Coach. There’s nothing I could do wobbling around the field anyway,” I added.

“Dude, you know I started playing football because of you, right?” Brad said.

“Bradley, relax. I’m not dead. You can come over to my house whenever you want.” I said.

“Theo can make you some lemon pudding cakes if you want to come,” hopefully this will calm him.

“Fine. Just so you know, I’m not happy about this,” he said, sounding like a brat.

“Okay, got it. Have fun at the party,” I chuckled.

“I won’t. I’m going to make the DJ play Lana Del Rey,” he said before entering the locker room.

There might be an oversight of me quitting football.

It’s literally the reason why I quit. I don’t know why it never crossed my mind.

How the fuck am I going to lose weight now?

“Maybe I would’ve thought it if the word, “exercise” was anywhere on my to-do list this past year,” the voice from the back of my head said.

Shut up, rational thought. I was just a little too cocky, that’s all.

My mind spins around the paths I could take to shed the fat.

Back to the gym for the bodybuilders to laugh at me jiggling like a puddle of slime on the treadmill.

No. Hard no.

Stop eating whatever Theo puts in front of my face.

Productive, but I’d rather die than miss out on the joy of the world.

Post my weight loss journey edits on social media, reminiscing on my rock-hard abs like a depressed, fat person.

No? No, actually it might just work.

My thumbs got to work. It took me an hour to choose a profile picture that represents me. I could go for a vacation photo by the beach, or the classic black and white moody gym pic. Except, I don’t have a picture of myself on my phone, so I chose the picture of an orange cat eating a banana.

With my camera set up, in my favourite green tank top. I pressed record.

It was an embarrassing experience editing myself, watching my belly sway every time I made a movement. In the end, I closed my eyes and uploaded the video.

“Oh! First comment already.” I said.

“Look at those milkers spilling out the tanks!”

3. Post my weight loss journey edits on social media, reminiscing on my rock-hard abs like a depressed, fat person.

The following weeks consisted of me eating my feelings. At least half of my classes are online this semester. I can be embarrassed in peace.

The pounds kept creeping up with each spoon of ice cream down my throat. In the blink of an eye, I am dangerously close to 300 pounds.

I finally worked up the courage to ask during a normal family dinner.

“Honey, what happened? You’re not eating as fast as usual. Is Theo not cooking enough?” Mom asked.

“No, Mom, I just…I just hope you guys can ease up with your little cooking competitions.”

“Oh honey, you know Theo and I will stop with the food whenever you ask.” Mom tries to reassure me.

“No! Obviously don’t stop the food. It’s just that I’ve been blowing up like a pig and I don’t know what to do about it.” I said.

“I didn’t know you were sad about it. I just want my family to be happy, you look the happiest when you eat,” Mom said

“It wouldn’t have helped when you guys lost for the past two years,” Mom added.

“Well, Dad likes to eat better, and no one eats like him,” I replied. 

“I’m sure my cooking was the reason we won. David is a gym teacher, he walks off the food easily,” Mom said.

“Theo is a professional though, no offence but no one on the planet cooks like him. I’m sure football was the reason we lost,” I said, trying to talk some sense into her.

Theo stares at us with wide eyes.

“Jacob, I’m sure you didn’t mean it,” Mom said with a blank face.

“You know what? Keep doing your competition, this time again next year we’ll see who’s the winner,” I said.

I am clearly a failure at losing weight. The only thing I’m good at is eating. If I’m going to gain weight anyway, I’m going to go all out and win this shit once and for all. Once this is settled, I can get back to normal. Not wanting to disappoint Theo when we lose again was probably the thing holding me back. I can’t wait to eat all the delicious things Theo is- I can’t wait for this to be over.

“Alright, Jay,” she turned to Theo and said.

“Theo, my boy. I’m looking forward to seeing the results next year,” Mom said with a determined smile.

Everyone knows not to mess with Mom when she has that look. Even then, I feel like we could still win. Theo’s food is hypnotic already when I am restrained; imagine what it will do to me when I’m going all out.

“What’s going on again?” Dad asked with cheeks full of pasta.

“Don’t worry baby, you just need to eat a little more next year,” Mom answered.

“Okay, as long as I get my lasagnas,” Dad said.

Later at night, struggling to sleep, I contemplated on the bad decisions I’ve made. This one might take the crown to be the stupidest thing I’ve done. Yet, I don’t regret it.

“You didn’t have to stand up for me,” Theo said.

“It’s the least I can do when you wake up early to prep for my food, or go off on the weekends for groceries when you could’ve been doing anything else,” I explained.

“Thank you so much, Jay. You don’t know how much this means to me. My family wanted me to do anything other than cooking, but you guys have been nothing but supportive,” he said.

I smiled at the ceiling. The gremlin is nicer than I remember.

“Now, I won’t allow you to slack anymore with the amount you’re eating. Not until the competition ends.”

Huh?

Theo had stuck to his word and increased the amount he was cooking. I am now eating the amount of three people in each spread-out meal, still lacking behind Dad’s impressive five person’s amount per meal. So I have been playing catch up with him this entire month.

I realized quickly that I had underestimated the gap between Dad and my appetite. In the last few years, for the most part, I have been eating whatever I want, leaving the rest to Dad. With the exception of eating for the team once a week, I have been slacking. That was quite a hard pill to swallow. I’m 300 pounds, yet not doing a good job as a fatass. How is that possible?

So far I have gained about 23 pounds in the past two months. Normally, I would freak out and have a breakdown in bed because I’ve gained more than my freshman year in two months. Right now with my messed up head, all I can think about is how far I am behind. If we lose this again, it would be once and for all, and I would never let myself live this down. Theo deserves better with how good he’s been treating me.

With my new bulk, the stairs have been an increasing challenge. So, a few weeks ago I moved downstairs to a tiny guest room that was converted to a storage room.

The moment I moved down, I could hear Theo’s voice yelling, “Yes, Finally! Goodbye insomnia,” In my old bedroom. Before, I would’ve yelled for the brat to shut up. Now, with my stomach full. I just wanted a nap in peace.

It took me no time to adjust to the new arrangement. With more time home from all the online classes, I get to be as lazy as I want. Dad has a similar arrangement at home. He retired from being a high school gym teacher and football coach, now he tutors history at home. He also abandoned his hobby of brewing in order to laze on the sofa all day.

On weekdays, Theo would leave an abundance of food for me to consume with a list of how I should eat them to expand my capacity. The weekends are like heaven. From the moment I woke up, Theo would prepare delicious appetizers and pancakes for me. From then on, I would have a constant stream of food flowing into my mouth every thirty minutes. Sometimes, I would move my hands and my mouth would start to chew unconsciously. Alarming, but helpful. 

My belly started to expand outwards on my lap each day as I sat in front of the computer. The arm rest would feel more snug when I move around.

I have now discovered the perks of being a fatass. I can explore things I never had time to do, like the anime Brad has been begging me to watch, games I always wanted to play. Best of all is to experience all of these without moving an inch. These are the things I would definitely look back on with fondness when the competition ends.

***

Today is my rare outing of the month; the bus is late again but I don’t blame them this time. The downpour of rain is gathering at the clogged sewer, creating a puddle. People are supposed to grow out of stepping in puddles when they’re kids. These undeveloped assholes apparently didn’t. Several cars saw the puddle and decided to splash it straight to my face.

It’s fine. It’s all fine. I will feel better later.

I walked a small trail after getting off the bus.

Great. The angels decide to stop peeing from the heavens when I’m about to get inside.

Dad is buying a new SUV, maybe I can drive it next time. It’s too big to sneak off though.

I thought as I skipped through the stone pathway. The usual grass is covered by the water, creating a small pond.

“Annyeonghaseyo,” I said to the door cam.

After pressing the doorbell several times, it replied.

"안녕, fuck boy. Back so soon?" Number Seven said.

“Yeah, yeah. Just open the damn door,” I said, trying to hurry the fucker.

Number Seven’s face appears in front of me.

“You’re soaked! Come on in,” he said.

His house appears to be orderly. Clean. He must’ve had another fatass here not long ago.

“Woah, you look—Wait, let me guess. Another fifteen pounds since last time?” He asked.

“Come on, let’s cut to the chase. I really need it right now,” I urged.

“Hahaha, not even a shower. Desperate much?” He said.

I walked inside his bedroom, dimmed the lights and took off my shirt.

He walked towards me. Grabbing me by the belly hang in one hand, he pulls down my underwear, causing my ass to vibrate.

“Fuuuuck, can you take it out first?” I asked, trying not to moan.

“Sure, you think you’re ready for me today?” He asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” I answered. 

He slid his hand behind, right down my ass crack and slowly pulled the vibrator off. I applied it before leaving home, without accounting for the possibility of the bus delay.

“Mmmmph, fuck,” I groaned.

I’ve been training towards today for a while. In the beginning, I would come to his house and he would suck me off. If I’m feeling experimental, I would suck him off. It stayed like that for about a year and he never complained. Then I asked him for more. He would start fucking me between my moobs or between my ass but never enter. One day, I told him I was ready for him to start fucking me.

Big mistake.

He’s a manwhore for a reason. I didn’t think an 8-inch would be so hard to take. How the girls and twinks take them in porn is beyond me. It was painful when he entered, even when he said he had “loosened my hole” with his fingers. I shouldn’t have believed him, the fucking thing was massive.

After the incident, he gave me small dildos and vibrators to get used to it. We eventually worked our way up the scale until the one he’s holding now. Why did I do all this work to have a men’s dick in my ass? Who knows. I have already accepted that I’ve lost it.

He sucked on my nipple suddenly. The sensation took me by surprise.

“Dude, some warnings please,” I asked.

“Yeah, sorry. Those tits are just so plumped. Your nipples have grown larger than my thumbs now,” he said, about to continue.

“OKAY, I get it. Can you get to work now?” I asked.

My boobs are what everyone thinks about when they see me these days. I’m sick of it.

“Hahahaha, can’t wait to be fucked, my pig?” He said before pushing me down the mattress.

I held my belly to stop it from jiggling. 

He raised one of my legs and opened the bottle of lube with his teeth.

“There’s something by the pillow. Put it in your mouth. It will distract you and dull the initial pain,” Number Seven instructed.

I reached out to grab a—frosted pound cake?

I’ve never seen people doing this in porn, but I’m smart enough to know not everything in porn is real. 

With my mouth full of cake, I spread out my legs, trying to relax so I don’t end up like last time.

He pushed two fingers in, slowly massaging me, then three fingers to stretch my hole. When the frosting melted in my mouth and I finished the chunk of the cake, he signalled me that he was done.

Another piece of the pound cake fills my mouth when he aligns his cock to my hole. He was right, I was fully consumed by the sweetness to notice any discomfort. I quickly swallowed the cake so he could proceed. 

It was unbearably slow as he entered. I don’t understand what all the fuss is about with people bottoming.

He kept asking for reassurance. At this point I just want him to st—

“A-ahhhh oh shiiit!” I moaned.

“Fuuuuuck, what the hell was that?” I screamed.

I must have been too loud and spooked him.

“Are you alright? Sh-should I call an ambulance?” He asked.

“No! Don’t stop, please,” I begged

“Okay, just so you know, I’m not all the way in,” He said.

How? This is already longer than any toys I’ve put in there.

“Gnghhhhh~” I moaned as he thrusts all the way to the bottom.

He kept a steady pace all the way in then almost all the way out, leaving me feeling empty.

“Hurry! Faster,” I asked, almost in tears.

He looked at me with a devious smile and thrust right into the spot.

“Mphn- Yes! Keep going,” I urged.

Every small movement rubbing my G-spot feels like masturbating for hours without release.

He thrusts quicker with more force, causing my belly and moobs to shake violently. 

I try to stabilize my belly with my hand before trying to reach my throbbing cock.

“Help, I-aghh fuck, I need to touch my dick,” I asked.

“Let go of your belly, fat boy. Or I’ll stop,” He said.

Immediately, my belly returned to wobble violently.

“I can’t believe you turned into such a pathetic horny mess in such a short time,” He said.

”Come on, Seven. I just need you to hit that spot. Please, I’ll do anything!” I begged.

He keeps deliberately missing it. I need to be fucked there!

“Keep your hands on your nipples,” he ordered.

The over-sensitive nipples drive my weeping cock into a frenzy.

Fuck, I need to touch my cock right now. If only my fucking belly is not on the way.

“You know, when I first saw you, I thought you were the kind of jock to gain a beer belly in college, and not get fat until you turn thirty,” he said, before ramming straight into my prostate.

“Fuuuuck yeahhh,” I said unintelligently. 

“You are much more of a pig than I realized,” he said, thrusting straight into it again.

“Helll yeahhh,” I said, trying to rob my ass to his dick.

“How do you feel seeing your bubble butt balloons four times the original size?” He asked, followed by another thrust. 

“I fucking love it! I love how it wobbles around whenever I walk!” I said, moving my jiggling ass back to his dick again.

“How do you feel seeing your abs growing before your eyes, knowing you could stop it if you just stop eating?”Another thrust.

“I can’t help it! I love eating too much!” Maybe I am meant to be a fat ass.

“Right answer. Now you’ll get your reward,” he said and sped up, hitting the spot perfectly every time.

I imagine his face to be someone else, someone far from my league.

My cock rubbed against my sensitive underbelly, and I shot out jets of cum for what felt like forever.

As white clouded my vision, a euphoric relief spread over my body, melting me into the mattress.

“You passing out again, fuck boy?” Seven asked.

“No, just enjoying the bliss. I can’t believe so many men in the world are missing out on this,” My hole already feels empty. How am I going to go back from this?

“Aww man, I’m all sticky and shit,” I examined my body, cum shots and rain definitely don’t mix well together. Some of them even got between the fat folds. I swipe my finger in between the fat. “Oof, I stink too.”

Seven looked at me and signed. “You’re somehow still a stupid jock inside.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked.

“I got you the fast food you asked for,” he said.

“Yes!” I rushed to the kitchen.

Ignoring his stupid laugh, I microwaved the burger and fries.

The breeze of the air conditioning reminds me of something.

“Shit, I ran out here naked.”

When I ran back, he had already put my clothes in the dryer, and I got into the shower.

When I got out, Seven brought me an old shirt I left here. It fits me like a glove with half my belly exposed. He stopped laughing when I was about to throw myself on him, then brought out a shirt with the Flash’s symbol on. Probably from another fat ass he fucks. The shirt still looks painted on, revealing the shape of my nipple and the dent of my belly button. At least he’s driving me home.

***

Staying at home has been a life-altering experience. 

The only time I ever move is going out of the bed to the desk, or to the bathroom. All I have to do is sit back, relax, and eat some fried food. 

With more time with myself. I’ve realized how much I dislike all the people in school that only approached me because I was one of the football jocks. I could’ve been anyone. Now, I am me. Not a worry about whether or not I’m muscular enough like other jocks, just a bigger Jay.

Sitting beside me, Dad scratched his belly and released a belch without a care in the world. He has adapted to fat guy mannerisms quickly. I’m catching up too. Today is movie night, usually we have pizzas and beers. We started this when the football season came, he asked to skip it. It was the first time we’ve skipped watching a Super Bowl season. I guess I’m not the only one losing interest in the sport. We decided to watch the Lin-Manuel Miranda Monkey movie instead.

Being on the couch with Dad made me realize I was getting closer to my goal. I can’t wait to see the results.

***

“Hell yeah, my man, you can do it!” Brad said, slapping my shoulder.

“What are you doing here?” I asked

“You said I can come in whenever I like,” he replied.

He’s been breaking into my house for no reason, just to stay on the second floor the entire time doing god knows what.

“I’ve brought some beef jerky here to celebrate,” Brad said.  

The scale has been set up, we’re only waiting on Mom. They’re doing some last minute catch up; mom is using a funnel to pour some milkshake in him. I am not concerned though, sticking to Theo’s strict diet every day has not been easy. I have to eat until my stomach is fully bloated. Every morning, I watch my belly deflate a little less, every evening, it bloats even further. 

“Don’t worry, Jay. We’ve got this,” Theo assured me.

“By the way, what are we doing again?” Brad asked.

Dad came out, looking absolutely massive. With Mom on his side, he stepped on the scale.

The numbers keep going up and don't seem to be stopping.

300-350-392-400-443

Holy shit, Dad gained a hundred and forty pounds this year. 

With more uncertainty, I took my step on the scale.

“Woo-Hoo, Jay man, you got this!” Brad shouted quietly.

I try to look under to see the number, but my belly is too big for me to see the scale.

Theo stepped closer and read. 

“Four Hundred and fifty yes!” Theo cheered.

“I won? Yes, finally!” I said and did a little jump.

The scale made a “Pop” noise.

“Oh! Sorry, Mom. I know this is really expensive.”

“Don’t worry, sweetie. We need to upgrade anyway,” Mom said, then she walked towards Theo.

“Congratulations Theo, you made me pull out every trick in my book. It’s so nice seeing you improve so much in front of my eyes, in terms, you pushed me to improve too,” Mom said, then hugged Theo.

“I can’t believe my boy is bigger than me now. Excellent work, Jay!” Dad said and hugged me, too.

Last time I was bigger than Dad I had sculpted abs, the body I dreamed of. This time, I’m almost three times the size as I was, fully covered with fat. Yet, I feel less empty inside.

“Thank you Dad,” I said, hugging him back. 

After all this time, I finally have a body I like being in. The belly doesn't look so wrong on me anymore.

Chapter 4 ->

[v1x3n]

COD MEN AND THEIR FIRST DATE WITH YOU

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY — your first actual date would be at his, he has set his living room up in soft blankets and the coffee table cluttered in snacks and fizzy drinks. the lights turned off as he guides you to the couch, the tv turned on and your favorite movie paused. he mumbles something about wanting to make you feel better after you had a shitty week. a smile grows on your mouth as you settle into the sofa, watching your favorite film. his attention isnt much on the movie, his eyes linger on your glowing smile, and he thinks to himself; fuck, youre so pretty right now. after the film, he orders take away and you two chatter, putting on a random series for backround noise. soon it gets very late and you leave his house, fed and happy. but before you leave he receives a kiss on the cheek and a very happy thank you.

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MCTAVISH — he definitely does something wacky, but makes sure you likes it ofc. his ideal first date would be bowling maybe something along that line. at the start he goes easy on you, purposely missing some of the pins or throwing the ball weakly. but after a bit maybeee he gets a little competitive, striking all the pins st once - earning a gasp from you. ofc you aren't going to be as good as him but you still try and he can see that. when you ended up getting all of the pins, you spin around as he smirks at you and gives you a cheeky well done. in the end, he won, obviously. you almost passed him though! heading to Nando's after, you two yap the entire time until finishing your meals. he obviously goes with something hot to impress you, but when his lips go bright red and he curses, grabbing his coke and chugging the whole thing - you burst out laughing. you give his swollen lips a peck when he drives you home.

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK — takes you too a bar, buys a few drinks for the two of you. not enough to get you pissed but enough to get you a little tipsy. chattering and giggling between the two of yous while you order some chips and a burger. its quite casual, but the both of you like it like that. you told him he didn't need to take you somewhere proper and fancy, the local pub - well maybe a nicer pub - would do. after he walks you home, yapping together and soft smiles while you slightly shiver in the cold air. noticing the hairs on your arms rising and the hitch in your breath when a gust of freezing air blows past the two of you. he snorts and takes his jacket off, laying it over your shoulders when he grumbles a quick, 'ere'. when you get to your house, he brings his arms up and down yours, warming you up the slightest. after kissing the top of your head - you kiss the corner of his mouth. then your two mouths connect in a small peck, blushing instantly. he silently cheers himself on once your door shuts in his face - celebrating that he just kissed a gorgeous girl.

JOHN PRICE — always listens to everything you ever say, you mention you like this one restaurant? oh? its your favourite? hes taking you there. you smile up at him when he drives you to the familiar parking lot, telling him you love this place! his cheery smile when you two go inside and sits opposite you. ordering off the menu and giving you subtle looks when your eyes scan through the familiar menu. he orders for you when the waiter comes over and your cheeks slightly blush at that. he speaks up that your outfit is gorgeous and tells you that your hair looks so nice, your blush creeps across your cheeks. face heating up as you see his gaze travel to the smile that plasters onto your face. once you have tea, he makes sure to take you somewhere else after - make a night outa it. he takes you to walk down the beach after, the moonlight shining off of your face as you two talk about the most randomist of things. he spoke about his job, and you told him about yours. nearing the end you two walk back up to the car, and he drives you home. before you leave you peck him on the cheek to thank him for the date, telling him you hoped the second date could come soon. john watches you walk down your front garden - unlocking the door. making sure you get in okay. dreaming about the second date.

PHILLIP GRAVES — took you to the cinema, you had mentioned that you wanted to see this film... so here you are. he had bought you the nice chairs, the ones that had extra cup holders and the fabric was more comfortable. you reminded him it was okay and he didn't haf too but he didn't listen obviously. once you got there he instantly moved the armrest between yous up so you two could be closer! he buys you sweets and popcorn from a local shop, as many as you want he told you. with a carrier bag full of just utter shit, you two enjoy the movie he picked. well, you enjoy it - his eyes are mainly on you, the twitches in your face when something sad or happy happens and the way you struggle to sit in a position were all so cute to him. throughout the movie he tries to gain enough courage to wrap his arms around your waist or at least his shoulders. yeah he was normally a confident guy but something about you just made him all fluttery and nervous. once successfully wrapping his arm around your waist, you snuggle towards him and embrace his warmth. he smiles at that. spilt popcorn on the floor and the movie credits roll, you both stand up and snort at the mess on both your laps. wiping off the remains of the bag of popcorn, you two walk out and yap about the movie. safe to say he didn't have much input.

[heartlilith]

WHAT THE VENUS SIGNS REMIND ME OF

🩷Oddly specific things I think about when I hear ______ venus

Aries Venus: Summer, rubies, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, rollercoasters, fast cars, the color red, vampire fangs, Saturday nights, liquor stores and gas stations, fireworks, sour candy, cool bic lighters, “you’re mine”, Mario Kart, boys who wear nail polish, fuck it energy, oversized sweatshirts, middle finger emoji, cherries

Taurus Venus: Satin pillowcases, white candles, pearls, mirrors, hand holding, walking someone home at night, vinyls, red lipstick, full lips, fancy dinner dates, the wine and dine, old romantic movies, wallets and purses, hotels, French manicures, old money, “I won’t get on my knees for no man”

Gemini Venus: Driving around at night listening to music, reading to someone, comedy shows, mimosas, Samantha from Sex and the City, libraries, nerd kink, hot teachers/student kink, emerald green, laughter, swing sets, looking out of the window and just watching, untied shoelaces, dogs and puppies, dad jokes

Cancer Venus: Soft feather pillows, a bowl of warm soup, a bubble bath, tears and running mascara, babies and how babies laugh, poetry, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be”, hot tubs, hot coffee, teddy bears, heartbeats, soft hands & skin, lotion, bagels and cream cheese, doodling in your journal

Leo Venus: Lip gloss, mojitos, getting drunk at brunch, diamond tennis bracelets, drunk texts you regret sending later, the block button, lonely nights, shooting stars, blowing bubbles, piggy back rides, art museums, glittery eyeshadow, jumparoos, birthday parties

Virgo Venus: Taking a shower, Dove soap, smooth skin, symmetry, butterflies, the smell of books, getting a facial or going to the spa, chicken caesar salads, the good tasting water, chunky headphones, acoustic guitar, running errands, getting your eyebrows done, neat handwriting, neutral colors, sushi

Libra Venus: Blush, dimples, Y2K fashion, Hello Kitty, makeup skills, those little hand mirrors, princes and princesses, cupcakes, pedicures, Margaritas, taking pictures, art, castles, Disney movies, daisies, spin the bottle, cartwheels, soft hair, bubblegum, skincare, watermelon and pineapple

Scorpio Venus: Psychology, neck tattoos, “until death do us part”, Kings & Queens, snakes, sacred sex, chess, secrets, hickeys, the feeling after you stay up all night, the feeling of being at a concert, roses, knives, tequila shots, legs intertwined, dirty martinis, sparklers, Avril Lavigne, fantasy books, true crime and dark history

Sagittarius Venus: Clouds, rock climbing, rappers, Hip Hop and R&B, going on vacation, açaí bowls and fresh fruit, sun kissed/radiant skin, the color yellow, retreats, history, yoga and Pilates, spicy food, “it is what it is”, curly hair, the smell of weed, casinos, the last day of school, Las Vegas

Capricorn Venus: Leather, red wine, the cow pattern, cowgirl boots, the color brown, espresso, dark chocolate, briefcase of money like in the movies, the movie Scarface, whiskey on the rocks, bosses, owls, turtle necks, caramel, wearing suits, lingerie, business, New York City

Aquarius Venus: Lightbulbs, telescopes and microscopes, LED lights, hamsters, college parties, glitter, peace signs, 70s concerts, food trucks, skipping school, “fuck it”, diving in the pool, the beach at night, disco balls, getting detentions in school

Pisces Venus: Mermaids, kittens, cartoons and Disney princesses, champagne, Webkinz, little kid stories like Goldilocks, 3 Little Pigs, Hansel and Gretel, clear glittery lip gloss, holographic, snowmen and icicles, swimming in the pool, flower gardens, glow sticks , picnics, bumblebees, sand castles, elementary art class, 3D movies

Book a Reading 🩷

Masterlist 🩷

[vanteguccir]

Bsf!Matt gets a boner from seeing you in a bikini

── ୨୧ !　a small blurb where bsf!Matt gets flustered and turned on after seeing you in a bikini

　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

The sea breeze was fresh and carried the salty scent of the waves breaking on the sand. The sun shone high, promising a perfect day at the beach. Y/N, Matt, Nick, and Chris walked together toward the sea, silly comments and laughter filling the air.

"Finally, the beach!!" Y/N raising her arms momentarily while laughing before tossing a beach ball to Nick.

"You go, mermaid." Nick replied, catching the ball with a mischievous grin.

The four reached a perfect spot and began spreading their towels on the sand. Chris quickly took off his shirt and ran to the sea like a kid, followed by Nick. Matt and Y/N stayed behind a bit, organizing their things more calmly.

"Do you want help with the sunscreen?" Matt asked, holding the tube he fished out of his own bag.

"Sure, thanks." Y/N smiled.

She began to remove the clothes covering her bikini. First, her oversized shirt, then her denim shorts. Matt froze for a moment, eyes wide as he watched the scene, his gaze following her every move.

Her bikini was simple, It had no drawings or embroidery, carrying only one color, but highlighted her curves in a way he couldn't look away from. His heart raced, and he felt his face start to heat up.

"Uhm… you… look great." He stammered, trying to maintain his composure. He wrinkled his nose and squeezed his eyes shut momentarily, mentally slapping himself as he wondered where he got the courage to say that.

"Thanks." She replied, a playful smile on her face. "Now, let's get to the sunscreen."

Matt nodded, trying to focus on the task at hand. He started spreading the cream on her back, his fingers gliding over her warm skin. Each touch made his mind spin, and he struggled to stay calm. Y/N seemed relaxed, enjoying his care.

"Are you okay?" She asked, noticing his accelerated breathing.

"Yes, of course." He lied, his voice sounding a bit too loud. "It's just… it's a hot day, right?"

She laughed.

"Yes, very hot."

Finally, Matt finished applying the sunscreen, and Y/N turned to thank him. Her eyes met his, and she noticed the slight blush on his cheeks.

"Are you really okay, Matt? You look kind of… flushed."

He nervously ran a hand through his hair, laughing breathlessly.

"I'm fine, really. Just… uhm, strong sun, you know?"

Before she could respond, Chris and Nick returned from the water, dripping and laughing.

"Are you two going to stand there all day or get in the water?" Chris teased.

Y/N looked at Matt, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Come on, Matt. Let's cool off."

She pulled his hand, and Matt followed her like a lost puppy, trying to ignore the heat he still felt on his face.

As they entered the water, he felt the coolness helping him calm down a bit. Nick and Chris were playing like kids, splashing water at each other, and soon, Y/N joined them, laughing loudly.

Matt stood back for a moment, unable to help himself as his eyes roamed over her body while she played with his brothers, stopping for more seconds than necessary on her tits bouncing with her movements.

He found himself licking his lips, feeling discomfort in his lower area that made him blush deeply, gulping loudly. He was completely lost in the sight of her, his mind clouded with thoughts he knew he shouldn't be having.

His heart pounded in his chest, and he tried to shake off the feeling, diving more into the water to cool off. But even the cold water couldn't completely wash away the warmth spreading through him.

He needed to get his mind off of Y/N and her oh so perfect body for him.

[woso-story]

Summer Bliss

Alexia Putellas x Reader

The off-season was finally here. After months of watching Alexia pour every ounce of herself into her game—captaining her team, dominating the pitch, and carrying the weight of so many expectations—you were thrilled to finally have her all to yourself. And what better way to celebrate than a sun-soaked vacation?

The first leg of your trip took you to Ibiza, where Alexia’s closest teammates joined you for a few days of fun. But the real highlight of your summer would be the quieter days in Mallorca, just the two of you in a private villa with nothing to distract you but the sea and the stars.

---

Ibiza was everything you’d hoped for—beaches that shimmered under the sun, music that kept the nights alive, and an energy that seemed to loosen even Alexia’s famously focused demeanor.

The villa you shared with her teammates was perched above the coastline, its infinity pool blending seamlessly with the sparkling Mediterranean beyond. By day, you all lounged on the beach, sipping cold drinks and diving into the warm sea. By night, you explored the island’s nightlife, dancing until your feet ached.

Alexia was in her element, laughing and teasing her teammates, her relaxed smile a rare treat you couldn’t stop staring at. She noticed, of course.

“You’re staring again,” she teased one night at a club, her lips brushing your ear as she leaned in to be heard over the music.

You smirked, your hands slipping around her waist. “Can you blame me? You’re stunning.”

Her cheeks flushed, though the confidence in her gaze didn’t waver. “Keep saying things like that, and I might not let you out of my sight.”

You couldn’t imagine a better scenario.

---

The days passed in a blur of sun and laughter. One afternoon, Alexia challenged you to a volleyball game on the beach, her competitive streak flaring even during vacation.

“I’m taking you down,” she declared, her eyes glinting with mischief as she served the ball.

Predictably, she won every round, her athleticism and sharp instincts impossible to match. But you didn’t mind losing—especially when she celebrated by lifting you off your feet and spinning you around, her laughter ringing out over the waves.

---

After a heartfelt goodbye to her teammates, you and Alexia boarded a flight to Mallorca. From the moment you stepped into the private villa, you knew this was going to be special. The house was perched on a hill, surrounded by lush greenery, with a pool overlooking the sea.

Alexia let out a soft sigh as she dropped her bags, pulling you into her arms. “Finally,” she murmured, pressing her forehead against yours. “Just us.”

You spent the first day exploring the property, marveling at the beauty of your surroundings. That evening, you cooked dinner together, sharing laughter and stolen kisses as you navigated the small kitchen.

Afterward, you sat on the terrace with glasses of wine, the stars twinkling above you. Alexia looked completely at peace, her head resting on your shoulder as she traced lazy circles on the back of your hand.

“This feels perfect,” she whispered.

“It is,” you agreed, brushing a kiss against her hair.

---

The next morning, you woke to the sound of birds and the faint scent of the sea. Alexia was already outside, her lithe form stretched out on a sunbed by the pool. She wore a black bikini that hugged her toned body perfectly, her golden skin glowing under the sun.

You stepped outside, your gaze lingering on her abs—the defined muscles that spoke to her dedication and strength. She noticed your stare and smirked, pushing her sunglasses down slightly to meet your eyes.

“See something you like?” she teased.

Blushing, you walked over and sat beside her. “Maybe,” you admitted, letting your fingers trail lightly over her stomach. Her abs tensed under your touch, and you felt her shiver slightly.

“Careful,” she murmured, her voice dropping an octave. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I like the heat,” you shot back, grinning.

Her laugh was soft but full of warmth. She pulled you down beside her, her fingers brushing your cheek before she kissed you deeply.

---

Later that afternoon, the two of you were splashing around in the pool when Alexia challenged you to a wrestling match.

“You sure you want to lose again?” she asked, her smirk infuriatingly confident.

“Who says I’m going to lose?”

She laughed, lunging for you with ease. You tried to fight back, but her strength and precision were impossible to match. Within seconds, she had you pinned against the edge of the pool, her hands gripping your wrists gently but firmly.

“You were saying?” she teased, her face inches from yours.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your heart racing as you leaned into her. “Fine, you win. But only because you’re ridiculously strong.”

She released you with a grin, her fingers brushing over your sides as she stepped back. “At least you admit it.”

---

That night, after a simple dinner on the terrace, Alexia pulled you onto the couch to watch the stars. She looked so relaxed, her hair still damp from her shower and her skin glowing from the day in the sun.

“You’re staring again,” she said softly, her lips curling into a smirk.

You didn’t even try to deny it. “Can you blame me?”

She leaned in, her hand sliding to the back of your neck. The kiss started slow, but it quickly deepened, her body pressing against yours. There was something about the privacy of the villa, the freedom to be as loud as you wanted, that made your heart race.

She pulled back just enough to whisper against your lips, “Bedroom?”

You nodded, letting her lead you inside. The night was a blur of heated touches, whispered words, and the feel of her hands exploring every inch of you. Alexia was strong yet tender, her confidence on the pitch carrying over into moments like these. She took her time, making sure you knew just how much she adored you.

---

On your final night, you spread a blanket by the pool and lay beside Alexia, staring up at the clear night sky. The stars were impossibly bright, their reflection dancing on the water.

Alexia turned to you, her eyes soft. “Thank you for this,” she said. “I needed it more than I realized.”

You brushed a strand of hair from her face, your heart swelling at the tenderness in her gaze. “You deserve it, Lex. You give so much of yourself—I’m just happy I can give something back.”

She pulled you close, her lips brushing yours in a kiss that was as soft as it was full of promise.

By the time the vacation ended, you were both glowing with renewed energy, ready to face whatever the season would bring. As you boarded the plane home, Alexia squeezed your hand, her smile brighter than ever.

“Best off-season ever,” she said.

And you couldn’t agree more.

[naffeclipse]

naff plz, I'm weak and and I hunger 👀

Turns out I am too. This was supposed to only be 500 words. Now we're here smh

Minnow

Reader x Shark!Eclipse

Content Warning for suggestive themes.

———

You have a problem on your hands.

Sitting on the edge of a sea-salt slick rock in your dark wetsuit, the ocean breeze sweeping your hair into tangles, you stare. A whale carcass sits heavy and rotting. The edges of the waves roll up on the flat, tan sand of your seaside home and tug at the giant, dead beast, but one fin is only loosened slightly before the water returns without its passenger. The scent of a festering body hangs in the air and coats the back of your throat.

A sharp fin cuts through the wave farther from shore. You glance at it, but whatever fish swims near dives below, out of sight.

You turn back to the very big problem. It will ruin the beach for the tourists. You’re a council member only in name—more of a glorified intern, despite your best efforts to not only fetch coffee. Whenever there’s a job that doesn’t involve sitting inside around a table, away from the heat and humidity of a summery, oceanic day, it’s pushed into your lap to fix.

You have no idea how to remove a 40-ton whale from the sands.

Your right leg slips off of the rock and your foot splashes into the sea. Before you can fix your stance, tug your knees up to balance on the rock while the tide splashes at the base of your little watery perch, a clawed hand seizes your ankle.

A sharp gasp rips from you. Ripped downwards, you brace yourself, screwing your eyes shut as the ocean water rushes up your body, but something plants itself on either side of you. Pinned to the rock, you shiver at the fresh touch of the sea lapping at your ribs. Your feet barely find the purchase of sand. A shadow falls over your eyelids, and a soft hum spins through the breeze.

“Hello,” a voice growls deep, rumbling through the air and brushing against it. “Might I ask why you’re frowning so much?”

You slowly pry open one eye, then the other before your jaw loosens in wonder and fear. 

A creature looms above you. His head is wide and flat, colored a dark gray. Strange cartilaginous fins frame his head in a crown of sharp, red, and black spikes. The moment you gawk, he flashes a dangerous row of curved teeth with serrated edges. The very breath catches in your throat while his arms, sleek and barred with burnt red stripes, hold you against the sleek rock. 

Your eyes fall down his body. His lithe frame melts from a very human torso into the body of a predatory fishtail—a shark. His underside is pale gray while his back is dark, bearing a wicked dorsal fin with the same barred patterns down his sides in burnt red. Just below the surface, you catch a swishing of a caudal fin. Long and pointed, it cuts through the ocean as if it were mere seafoam.

“What—who are you?” you sputter. Your hands hold defensively to your chest while you return to his unearthly but memorizing face. His eyes burn low in a sharp orange light. 

“I am Eclipse.” He lifts one hand from the rock. A dark talon tips his long, thin finger before he hooks your chin, tilting your head up. The sharp edge teases your skin with how easily it can slice you. You swallow apprehension. His eyes fall to your throat, his teeth flashing in the sunlight. “And I asked you a question.”

Your pulse picks up in your ears, beating double time against the tide. What did he ask you? The echo of his words returns. You slowly form an ‘O’ with your lips.

“I’m not, um, frowning?” Certainly not now, if the terror you hide behind says anything. You curl your fingers into tight balls. “Were you watching me?”

The strange man-fish chuckles a low sound—as if you’re very silly. “I was. You’re quite a lovely sight, perched on this rock like a seabird. But you seemed troubled. You still do.”

He slowly forces your head to tilt this way and that, moving you under the sunlight while he examines you with his piercing gaze. You let him, utterly, horribly confused about how this all came to be. Does he intend to devour you like a tiger shark? Or is it a very strange ‘hello’?

A hum of satisfaction arises, but he is no less intrigued by what he’s captured in his hand. You try to turn away but he holds firm and clicks his tongue.

“There is still something vexing you” he concludes, “Tell me, so I might make it right.”

You almost level a look at him, as if the very interesting occurrence of a fish-man grabbing you and pulling you into the water isn’t vexing enough, but mind your manners. His claws press along your mouthbone. Your heart beats heavy in your chest, against the splashing waters, but your eyes flick towards the beach. Eclipse follows your gaze with narrowed eyes.

“Dead whale,” you say, hoping he doesn’t decide to cut your face with his claws, “I need it off the beach, but, um, I’m not sure how to do that.”

“Oh,” he laughs, and you stop to soak in the echo of his shoulder, melodic and growling. “Is that all? A simple solution, minnow, but I do ask for a small token in return for my help.”

You stiffen. A skip in your chest sends a coldness into your legs and fingertips. You look down, staring at the thin corded strength of his chest, the lissom power of his tail, and how easily he could drag you out to sea should you not give an answer he wants to hear.

How could a herculean task be so easy in his eyes? You almost don’t believe him.

“Minnow,” he rumbles softly and forces your head up higher to capture your gaze. You shiver in the brine. “It’s nothing to be afraid of. I will help you, and you will give me what I desire.”

Desire can be very, very dangerous.

“I’m not giving you people’s souls or whatever,” you say firmly, even if your eyes grow wet with terror. 

Eclipse swipes a thumb along your cheek, wetting it with sea salt and foam. His grin stretches wide until you see into his massive jaws.

“What use would I have of souls?” His tongue swipes over his row of serrated teeth. “No, I want something much more tangible.”

He squeezes your mouth softly until your lips are pushed into a pout, and realization jolts straight into your stomach. A dreaded blood rush fills your cheeks. You burn. Eclipse tilts his head, his eyes widening, flashing with the hunger of a shark in the depths.

“What do you want?” you whisper, your eyelids trembling as you nearly squeeze them shut again.

He leans in closer. You smell the sharp tang of iron and salt upon his breath.

“Seven kisses.”

Your eyes fly open, relieved and mortified. Unfurling your fingers, you try to shake your head but your jaw remains caught in the vice of his grips.

“Seven?” You sputter before spewing, “That’s—that’s a lot!”

“It’s a perfectly natural amount for the task I will undertake for you.” He draws the pad of his finger down the line of your jaw. A shiver overtakes your shoulders as you close your eyes for a heartbeat.

“And if I say no?” you ask quietly, watching him in the way you fear a minnow might watch a shark. 

He leans back. The corners of his mouth pull down.

“Then we shall both be disappointed, and I will leave.”

Your mind whirls at the thought—an easy ‘no’, but you don’t know if you trust him. Why would he do such a task? Why kisses of all things? Will he turn you into a fish after the seventh one? Will he devour you when you get too close? 

“How do I know you’re not going to eat me or down me or something?” you ask, pushing past the rattle in your throat.

Eclipse chuckles but there’s much less mirth in the echo, and your gut twists within you.

“If I wanted to take a bite out of you, I would have forgone the introductions.” His smile spreads wide. 

A cold, unflinching intuition within you agrees.

“Got it,” you murmur. “Just, uh, no biting, okay?”

He looms over you. His claws take you by the shoulders and hold you tighter to the rock. Your lungs freeze. Your rapid pulse fills your head in the same way you hear ocean waves when you hold a seashell up to your ear. 

“Minnow, do you accept my price?” Eclipse’s thumbs rub circles into your wetsuit.

He did not agree to your no-biting rule. Still, you swallow roughly and try to find some sensibility in agreeing to give a fish man kisses. The dead whale will be gone if Eclipse is true to his word. And it’s only a kiss—seven of them.

You press your lips together and close your eyes.

“I do,” you say. You open them again. “How do you want to do this? All at once or—”

A sharp flick of a tail pushes Eclipse against you. A bleeding blush takes over your face, pinned between him and the rock as he gathers your face in his hands. He holds your gaze, orange eyes blazing like a sunset. Your chest heaves. Water laps up against you as his pinky finger brushes against your throat. 

“Slowly,” he answers, voice lowering into a husky growl, “One by one.”

Your insides bubble at the sight of his teeth. A tumble of your heart knocks into your ribs. He lowers himself closer until you close your eyes. The ocean tugs at both of you but he keeps you firmly in place. His lips touch yours. A taste of something sharp and brackish spills into your mouth and you make a soft sound in the back of your throat. He purrs. The vibration touches you before he gently pushes and pulls against your lips like the tide. He gives and he takes, swallowing your affection. A hungry touch of his tongue swipes the inside of your mouth. You find your hands falling to his shoulders and holding on as if upon a lifesaver, lost out at sea.

Then he unhooks his jaws and frees you. A taste of sea salt remains on your tongue. You gasp softly, realizing how much fresh air you crave after his kiss. Your head falls back against the rock as your lungs heave. He still holds above you, tall and towering, but content.

Eclipse's eyes are half-lidded, gentle in his gaze as his claw gently brushes your bottom lip. His tongue swipes back over his own teeth as if savoring the taste of your flesh.

“Thank you for the kiss,” he rasps. “The whale carcass will be gone come morning light.”

“Okay,” you give, still lost in the salty haze the impression of his mouth left on you, “What about the other kisses?”

“Soon, minnow,” he gives with a sharp grin. “I will call upon you soon.”

He takes you by the hips. You gasp, your hands flying to his arms as he lifts you effortlessly out of the water and sets you back upon the rock. You sit, dripping in your stupor, eyes wide at how easily his palms fit over your waist. He rests his talons on the slick edge. His orange eyes upturn as he smiles one last time.

“Goodbye,” he growls gently. His teeth flash as he slips down, and you catch the full length of his impressive tail and sharp, pointed fins. A sharp flip of his body turns him in an instant, the water bending to his whim, and he slowly swims. The tip of his dorsal carries over the waves until at last, he disappears into the depth.

And you are left sitting with a pink heat in your face and a ghostly tang behind your teeth. His kiss leaves you spellbound.

You have an entirely new problem on your hands.

[nasa]

Roman's primary structure hangs from cables as it moves into the big clean room at NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center.

What Makes the Clean Room So Clean?

When you picture NASA’s most important creations, you probably think of a satellite, telescope, or maybe a rover. But what about the room they’re made in? Believe it or not, the room itself where these instruments are put together—a clean room—is pretty special. 

A clean room is a space that protects technology from contamination. This is especially important when sending very sensitive items into space that even small particles could interfere with.

There are two main categories of contamination that we have to keep away from our instruments. The first is particulate contamination, like dust. The second is molecular contamination, which is more like oil or grease. Both types affect a telescope’s image quality, as well as the time it takes to capture imagery. Having too many particles on our instruments is like looking through a dirty window. A clean room makes for clean science!

Two technicians clean the floor of Goddard’s big clean room.

Our Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland has the largest clean room of its kind in the world. It’s as tall as an eight-story building and as wide as two basketball courts.

Goddard’s clean room has fewer than 3,000 micron-size particles per cubic meter of air. If you lined up all those tiny particles, they’d be no longer than a sesame seed. If those particles were the size of 16-inch (0.4-meter) inflatable beach balls, we’d find only 3,000 spread throughout the whole body of Mount Everest!

A clean room technician observes a sample under a microscope.

The clean room keeps out particles larger than five microns across, just seven percent of the width of an average human hair. It does this via special filters that remove around 99.97% of particles 0.3 microns and larger from incoming air. Six fans the size of school buses spin to keep air flowing and pressurize the room. Since the pressure inside is higher, the clean air keeps unclean air out when doors open.

A technician analyzes a sample under ultraviolet light.

In addition, anyone who enters must wear a “bunny suit” to keep their body particles away from the machinery. A bunny suit covers most of the person inside. Sometimes scientists have trouble recognizing each other while in the suits, but they do get to know each other’s mannerisms very well.

This illustration depicts the anatomy of a bunny suit, which covers clean room technicians from head to toe to protect sensitive technology.

The bunny suit is only the beginning: before putting it on, team members undergo a preparation routine involving a hairnet and an air shower. Fun fact – you’re not allowed to wear products like perfume, lotion, or deodorant. Even odors can transfer easily!

Six of Goddard’s clean room technicians (left to right: Daniel DaCosta, Jill Bender, Anne Martino, Leon Bailey, Frank D’Annunzio, and Josh Thomas).

It takes a lot of specialists to run Goddard’s clean room. There are 10 people on the Contamination Control Technician Team, 30 people on the Clean Room Engineering Team to cover all Goddard missions, and another 10 people on the Facilities Team to monitor the clean room itself. They check on its temperature, humidity, and particle counts.

A technician rinses critical hardware with isopropyl alcohol and separates the particulate and isopropyl alcohol to leave the particles on a membrane for microscopic analysis.

Besides the standard mopping and vacuuming, the team uses tools such as isopropyl alcohol, acetone, wipes, swabs, white light, and ultraviolet light. Plus, they have a particle monitor that uses a laser to measure air particle count and size.

The team keeping the clean room spotless plays an integral role in the success of NASA’s missions. So, the next time you have to clean your bedroom, consider yourself lucky that the stakes aren’t so high!

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[imsodishy]

Billy's got a compass in his chest and it always points him home.

West, to California. To the coast, the beach, the water.

From the moment he first had to escape his house, small and bruised. Alone and so angry. He would plant himself in the sand, fling himself into the ocean. Let it swallow him whole and spit him back out. Wash him out, back onto the sand. Still whole. Clean and salty and softer at the edges, like a worn down bit of sea-glass.

It works all the way out in Indiana, that compass. Still points him west. It's a sustained ache under his ribs now that he can't just let his feet take him home anytime he needs it.

A girl coyly suggests she could show him Lover's Lake sometime and he jumps at the chance, but it's a disappointing spit of water and frozen besides. The compass needle doesn't even wobble in it's heading. His sends his date home disappointed too.

Steve Harrington's got no direction. He's drifting around on the tide like flotsam. Billy shoves him and he stirs up little eddies, fights the current for a once and kicks up a wake that Billy can ride for a minute and breathe deep afterwards like he's coming up for air.

The crash and ebb and flow around each other for months. Billy learns to read the wave pattern, Steve learns to watch for storm patterns.

Steve's got a pool, which is objectively even worse than a lake. Except, when he says so, Steve tackles him around the middle and sinks them both right to the bottom of the deep end fully clothed. Laughs as Billy curses him out for ruining the half pack of cigarettes in his pocket.

They splash and shove and wrestle their way out of their sodden clothes without getting out of the heated water, because March in Hawkins may be warming up, but it's sure as shit not warm yet. Steve calls him a wimp, climbs out in just his briefs, and canon-balls back in.

They tangle together under the water and Steve only lets him up for air when he really needs it.

Steve Harrington must have a lot of extra iron in his blood or something. The needle's been wobbly for a while, and it spins right off it's axis the day Steve hands him a little newspaper wrapped parcel, "Happy birthday," he says, "Made me think of you."

It's an earring, plain gold stud and fine gold chain with a teardrop stone hanging off it. Rough-hewn, softly cloudy blue. Sea-glass.

Billy's adrift, surprised by a riptide.

There's a lodestone hanging on his ear and he can't see his way back to the coast anymore.

[silentgravesdontexist]

14 Days of Cupid's Arrow➴

Ah, the month of love is almost upon us! Come indulge in a romantic and creative way to spend it with your f/o's! In this event, there will be prompts prepared starting from February 1st up until the 14th. Each day is assigned with a different prompt for you to work with. From the classics of flowers, chocolates, letters, to even handling unexpected incidents on dates!

You are free to use the prompts and make your own spin of it. Create moodboards, playlists, prompts, dialogue, or even art between you and your beloved. Spend a bit of time spoiling them as much as they spoil you for this lovely month!

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 | 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐅𝐀𝐐𝐬

Note: OC's are more than welcome to join! This is all about having fun and celebrating this lovely month with your faves. I will be quite strict with keeping the participants safe and comfortable throughout the event. Interactions and reblogs are highly encouraged here. If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask or message!

𝟙𝟜 𝔻𝕒𝕪𝕤; 𝟙𝟜 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏: 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬! 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

Who's most likely to gift the other flowers? What kind of flowers would they be? Just a single kind or a variety of them? Would it be a bouquet, flower crown, perhaps a garland?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐: 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡!

Which one between you and your fave is a foodie? Only one? Both of you? Who's cooking for who? Will the two of you cook for each other?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑: 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐥' 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

Anyone's love language as words of affirmation written in ink? What would your letter to them be like? Them to you? How would you or your fave react to receiving one?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒: 𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞, 𝐭𝐞𝐚, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

Let's add a little bit of twist to regular cafe dates, yes? Themed ones! An animal themed cafe? Museum? Retro? Cartoon? Have fun and be creative!

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟓: 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞!

We've done words of affirmation, let's go with gift giving! Who's the artistic and crafty one between you and your fave? The one more likely to make their own gift. Perhaps crocheted items? Sewn outfits? Portrait? DIY accessories?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟔: 𝐀𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬~

You and your fave have been invited to a masquerade ball! Did the two of you come together? What outfit will you two wear? Will the two of you recognize each other amidst the crowd?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟕: 𝐀𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞; 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

Are the two of you in matching pajamas while watching a movie in bed? Take out for dinner and an impromptu dancing in the kitchen vibe? Helping the other with their skincare routine? Cuddles while wrapped in a wam and fluffy blanket?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖: 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮!

Anyone here a fan of plushies? Do you and your fave gift each other one? What plushie would they most likely give you? Which kind reminds one of the other?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟗: 𝐀 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

What's a place you and your f/o have the most fond memories of? Somewhere the two of you regularly visit? Perhaps it's a tradition to visit this said location?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎: 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬…

Did anyone make plans that may not have turned out the way they wanted to? How do you and your fave react to such unexpected events? Is there a contingency plan perhaps?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏: 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝!

Yes, a classic— but romantic nonetheless, no? Do you and your fave regularly visit the beach? Who's more likely to start messing around and splashing the other with water? Maybe a little more fancy with a bottle of wine while watching the sun kiss the horizon goodnight?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐: 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

Who's got a sweet tooth? You? Your fave? Both of you? Who's giving the chocolates and who's devouring them? What are each other's go-to chocolates?

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑: 𝐈𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

If set in a different universe, what would you and your fave be? It can be modern, historical, fantasy, or even sci-fi! Just show your fave some love and assurance that you'll always love them no matter what. And them to you!

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒: 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝!

Anything goes for this particular prompt! Well, as long as you don't use any of the prompts prior to this. This day is just for you and your f/o. How are the two of you spending it the way you both want to?

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