#then i remembered. wait. IM in a condo...

[birbs-in-space]

heard someone say (irl) a while ago that a partial solution to the housing crises/young people generally being priced out of owning was to build more condos.

except here's the thing. i'm financially better off than most of the people in that group. im privileged enough to have savings. i could not afford even a 10% down payment for anything other than a shoebox, and once i moved in, i'd be hit hard by monthly hoa fees, because yes, most condos in the area are in hoa areas. i'd be lucky to get 1k sqft condo for the equivalent of what my dad bought his 2k/7k house for at the turn of the century.

here's the other thing. landlords love to buy up condos and rent them out because in most places in california, condos aren't subject to rent control. i know this because i rent a condo. also? owners also don't have to even worry about common area management because they put their property into the hands of a property management company who just pays the previously mentioned hoa fees.

so. idk i guess it could be temporarily good for temporary slapdash construction jobs but it just feels like an incredibly ineffective solution when, simultaneously, there are literally a large number of massive mansions sitting empty 10-11 months of the year because they're someone's summer home.

[norrisainz33]

Summer to Remember | MV33

☆ summary: in which Max surprises you during summer break 💍

☆ pairing: max verstappen x reader

☆ fc: none, pics from pinterest

☆ warnings: ever so slightly suggestive. you are responsible for the content you consume.

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yourusername: strong first half of the season for my maxie! now its time to relax 🫶🏻🌊☀️

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user1: if you guys need another cat i can meow

user2: how he bagged such a baddie will always be beyond me

maxverstappen1: beach baby

yourusername: 🏝️🌊☀️

redbullracing: going to miss you for a couple weeks y/n!

yourusername: i’ll miss you too admin but dw ill dm you updates

redbullracing: 🫶🏻 my queen

user2: even the rbr admin is obsessed with her and honestly i get it

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danielricciardo: STAY CALM EVERYBODY STAY CALM YOU KNOW THE PROCEDURE

maxverstappen1: at least one of us is staying calm

danielricciardo: i’m so excited i could explode

landonorris: LETS GOOOOOOOOO

charlesleclerc: alex and i expect a call with updates directly after

maxverstappen1: don’t worry, i’m sure she’ll call alex before i’ve even finished asking her

martingarrix: ohhh it’s finally happening 🥹

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yourusername: i don’t think im ever going to leave this place 😫

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oscarpiastri: lily will miss you too much if you don’t come home

yourusername: you make a good point

maxverstappen1: you don’t have to leave, i told you we could get a condo here

yourusername: ok mr solves all my problems

user3: making my partner take notes

user4: nah bc wtf where’s my man who just offers to buy me a second house

user5: i’m sleeping on the highway

bestie: if you need company i’d happily visit 😉

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landonorris: the suspense is killing me can’t you do it right now

maxverstappen1: patience lando!

danielricciardo: i have a countdown set on my phone. 23 hours, 6 minutes and 23 seconds left!

maxverstappen1: danny 😂

schecoperez: so excited for you mi amigo

maxverstappen1: 💙

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danielricciardo: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

alexandrasaintmleux: she looks so beautiful in white 🤍

charlesleclerc: good luck mate

landonorris: facetime me in rn

oscarpiastri: lily and i are sending our best 🧡

georgerussell63: go get that girl 💙

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maxverstappen1: she said yes! y/n thank you for completing me, supporting me and loving me. i don’t think i ever truly knew what love was until you came along. i can’t wait to make you my wife 🤍

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user12: who is cutting onions

user14: not me sobbing over an instragram post

schecoperez: unbelievably happy for you both

landonorris: successfully did not spill the beans!

maxverstappen1: i know that was hard for you. thanks for keeping the secret and for helping me plan 😉

yourusername: i’ll always be your biggest fan. i love you to the moon and back my fiancé 💙

maxverstappen1: fiancé has a nice ring to it

danielricciardo: i love you both so much this is everything and more

yourusername: we love you more danny

danielricciardo: NOT POSSIBLE

maxverstappen1: couldn’t have done it without you mate

charlesleclerc: leo has agreed to be the ring bearer 💍

yourusername: that is the best news

user17: LEO IN THE WEDDNG?! STOPPPP

user18: this is going to be the wedding of the century

user19: seeing max happy makes me so happy

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yourusername: I AM GOING TO BE A WIFE!! the easiest yes i’ve ever said! I can’t even begin to explain how much i love you max, these past few years with you have been nothing short of a dream come true. i can’t wait to be your mrs. verstappen 🤍

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user22: i just fell to my knees in this walmart parking lot

maxverstappen1: i’ll love you to the end of time mrs. verstappen

yourusername: promise?

maxverstappen1: promise

georgerussell63: finally!!

charlesleclerc: i am so happy for you both - congratulations 💙

user16: this is my version of the royal wedding

alexandrasaintmleux: you are going to make the most beautiful bride 🫶🏻

yourusername: and you’re going to make the most beautiful maid of honor 🤍

user33: so true love does exist huh

redbullracing: is it too early to talk about making the next world champion

user24: AINT NO WAY LMFAO

user23: admin said get to work

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[joyaphoria]

HQ BOYS: MEETING A PRETTY FAN

☆ includes: hinata & sakusa (cus im lazy)

☆ a/n: jeez i haven’t written one of these in a while ... anyways, i'm kinda dumb i realized sakusa's isn't technically a fan and neither is hinatas lol

☆ HINATA like most, spent a lot of time training in the gym, spending a majority of his free time there. regardless of whatever time he decided it was time to go, there would still be a group of devoted fans waiting outside, desperate for a signature or even anything as simple as an acknowledgement. there were a lot more fans waiting outside that day, and he was immediately overcome by cheering and shoving the moment he stepped outside. as usual, he laughed and abided by the shouts, taking notebooks and papers and arms(?) to sign, pencils and markers alike shoved in his face, all of it apart of his routine. it isn’t until he finishes signing one paper and looks up per usual, does he take a second and pause. “could you write something encouraging, it’s for my little brother,” you explain as loudly as you can, as short and sweet as you can, what with the hungry fans bodying you so that they could have their turn next. hinata blinks quickly, yanking the paper back before you could get trampled, and scribbling his phone number right underneath his signature. “tell your little brother id love to give him that encouragement in person, in return for a date with his older sister.”

☆ SAKUSA only gets his coffee at one cafe, and its the small family owned one near his condo. not only is it thoroughly cleaned and maintained, but it’s mostly empty in the morning, allowing him to tune it down on the disguises for once. fans are never usually a problem around here, except for the ocasional every now and then. it’s why when sakusa notices someone walk up to his little table while he scrolls through his phone, that he puts his hand out and doesnt even bother looking up. once he hears a snicker he turns his head upwards sharply, making eye contact with whoever dared to not only interupt his time of peace, but to mock him afterwards. he doesn’t say anything though, not when his eyes catch yours and he forgets what he was going to say. “hate to wound your precious little ego, but i don’t want your autograph. our machine broke so you’re not getting your coffee.” you huff. sakusa stares intently, cocking his head to the side. this cafe was owned and run by family only, and he’s never seen you in all the months he’s been buying his coffee here. he does somewhat remember the lady telling him though, that she had two sons and a daughter, the sons employed here while the daughter had her own job and came occasionally to help. she made a teasing joke of setting them up, mentioning how beautiful her daughter was, and though she might’ve been right about that one, she never mentioned that the woman in question was such a bi- “staring at me is not going to fix the coffee machine. unless you’re going to fix it, leave.” sakusa scoffs and stands up. motioning to leave, he pauses and turning back. he knows how to do a lot more than it looks.

[xbeautifulmonsters3]

@recklesseeker-x​ Scarlett to Loki

[ TEXT MESSAGE - scarlett to loki ] 1:02: COME TO LILAC 1:02: Nevermind, im leaving 1:03: But I need to tell you something. 1:10: Why are you the most infuriating person I’ve ever known? Honestlyyyyyyyyyyy your timingggggg. I swear to ducking god right now. Are you sooooo dumb that you could’ve have realized some of this shit last year so you’d idk PICK UP THE PHONE.  1:11: You don’t even know. 1:20: I’m burning all my heels. 1:25: Can you come over tomorrow?

The blonde’s eyes must have blinked about five times as she stared at the drunk texts she didn’t even remember sending, her head leaning back against the wall of the elevator that was taking her up to her condo. Where her doorman said her friend was already waiting for her. Her head was pounding, her stomach was very far from feeling right. As the elevator dinged, she breathed out a small ‘fuck’ before stepping off the private elevator and into her condo. Where he was. Where he was waiting. Where he was waiting for her to tell him something. And here she was, barefoot with her heels in her hand and one of Aspen’s sweatshirts that was so big on her, you could barely tell she had her dress from last night on under it. “Not a word,” she said, bringing up a finger, “Not until you do that thing that makes this headache go away.” Then she let out a breath and shook her head, “The thing with your magic, Loki, not your tongue.”

[dearhummingbird]

i never have sex dreams but when i do i love them because there is never actually any sex involved. i dreamed of having a big brown horse, one of those with legs like trunks, and she was mine though in the dream i never saw her eyes, or looked straight at them. we were are a condo complex and i was kind of delirious, and i needed to get to a competition, a pageant, i think. a malay family walked by and they had the two littlelest puppies, apparently i had one too, and they all played together. they said they like malay puppies and i said what’s a malay puppy? like one that’s blessed? and she said yes. we all walked up to the gate of the complex and my horse stood outside on the stairs and waited for me there. somewhere along the way my boss is there and he gives me an earnest, fatherly hug when i tell him im in the competition. my own dad is there and i tell him about it, and he knows i’m in a rush, and for the rest of it he smokes with the security guard on the side. my hands are suddenly smeared with cake and i ask the malay family if i could just come in to wash my hands then i’ll leave. we go up some dingy stairs together and its lit a mint green, and we walk until we reach a door and it opens up into this whole place; it’s too long and too elaborate for me to remember but the entrance of the room is Japanese, it’s one of thise where you have to kind of step up into the room but the floor and ceiling is low. it’s all think wooden planks but then house is huge and it’s a plum velvet everywhere, lavish and tacky and each area a different theme. everything gets bigger and bigger and i try to find someone i can talk to and i do but not really, and i lose memory of all the stuff in between, but at some point i’m naked and my nipples are hard and cold, and i bump into a man with a hat and a grey cardigan and a reddish scarf around his neck, holding a suitcase, and he tries to catch up with me, i say i need to go, i need to go, and he’s like i’ll go with you. we get into an elevator and we’re facing each other, he says something along the lines of you’re exquisite, his finger going to trace the shape of my breast, but i hold it back gently and climax right there where i’m standing, before letting his finger go. i swallow and say, yes? as if nothing happened, and i tell him, was that all real? it felt so real. and he says no, it’s a hotel, actually, and i think it’s owned by a pair of lovers. the lift door opens and it’s a hotel lobby, people moving about with their luggage and suits, only i’m still naked. i go to the nearest window and yank the curtain down to cover myself. as i’m walking out i want to turn around to look for my clothes, and in turning around i wake myself up, out of the dream.

[thehighpriestess1]

bet yn is going to send her location to “hiro” without even trying to confront/ ask about the truth to gojo, like she’s going to put a wall between her and satoru and well 🫥🫥 things are going south from here

…and it’s going to hurt her like possibly destroy her emotionally when she finds out that hiro was working for naoya and his interest in her as a friend was only a façade so what gojo did to him was kind of acceptable(?) lmao

UNLESS gojo has someone staking naoya and he will ruin his plans

but im really wondering if the hiro from the video is really him bc that would mean he managed to escape/naoy’s man rescued him…but did gojo really lowered his guard or was it on purpose? 🤔🤔

i know yn has previously been lied/betrayed by gojo and as far as she knows hiro was a good person to her but with how things had escalated in her life the best(?) option would be to ask the whole truth to gojo no matter how painful it could be.

last thing i don’t remember if gojo/geto ever told yn about naoya being a bad guy…if so he (naoya) said to yn in one of the previous chapters he was a friend of hiro (they were going to her condo before being stopped by geto) so that should ring a bell ��� in yn’s mind

cant wait for next chapter :)

Hmmm well I think you need to give y/n more credit. Who knows what she'll do next (except for me or course).

The man in the video is Hiro. We'll find out how that happened in the next part. Gojo is good but he isn't god. He is bound to slip and sometimes the enemy waits for the right moment to hit the hammer.

Say, even if she does ask Gojo about the truth of the whole video ...what are the chances that he would actually tell her the truth and risk losing her again? Wouldn't it be easier for him to lie and capture Hiro once again and make him disappear for good? She is going to get hurt and feel betrayed for sure, we'll just have to wait and see by whom.

Your analysis and prediction is not wrong but ....not completely right either.

[sugar-omi]

okay first of all dw i get you, like ive had intentions to talk to ppl but then im like ",,,nah" LIKE I DONT WANNA TALK ABT FINDING A JOB OR SMTH LIKE IM JUST CHECKING YOU'RE ALIVE GO AWAY<////3

its times like that ik why i got 99-100% introvert on my mbti test

also YES LISTEN I'LL TELL YOU HOW I DID IT BC THIS IS HOW I DO EVEYRTHING, I JUST IMAGINE EVERYTHING A SLIKE A FUCKING COMING OF AGE MOVIE BC THATS THE LIFE IM LIVING IN MY HEAD RIGHT LMAO

i also use a lotta metaphors n say very poetic shit i just,,, the writer is deep and it is a little demon controlling me

MOVING ON OMG WHY AM I ALL OVER THE PLACE

i'm getting so many ideas... maybe lee asking if aloma is, well aloma, and crying bc she missed her so much and it was so scary, so hard for her to just be gone

i imagine its not too long before aloma comes out, seeing the pained expression of her family when they think people aren't looking isn't hard to miss, especially when you keep watching everyone because you've missed them.

ALSO I HAD A FEELING ABT THE SCAR OMG IM GLAD I WAS RIGHT

the family and cove would be so upset, they'd cry harder knowing they weren't there to protect or help aloma. everyone hates they didn't notice sooner, didn't do something sooner so aloma never ran away in the first place.

oh i also imagine the only reason the moms haven't noticed sooner is because they're just going through the motions most days, they all are actually

when i'm upset i kinda have like tunnel vision the whole day/week, even someone i was talking to a moment ago i won't remember exactly what we talked about. or their face/features.

i purposefully avoid making eye contact anyway, but more so during this time bc its hard. so aloma looks so much like their aloma, its hard to look sometimes. always glancing away, or not looking in the first place.

or everything is moving so fast, they're trying to escape thee conversation or situation as fast as possible and they don't take the time to study aloma's face, don't notice even the obvious things because today was too rough.

cove probably wouldn't think too much of the way aloma reacts to the shop either. mm unless aloma went smth like, "it'd be nice if there was a magician around here. those are fun, dont you think cove?"

he'd be a bit curious, but he'd be so hurt at the memory from shopping w her during step 1 he might not think about it until he's trying to sleep at night.

!!! another thought, cove probably thinks that baxter is aloma's boyfriend

never says anything bc, she's just a tourist, that's inappropriate.

but after crying in each others arms, having a heart to heart and breaking through the layer of hurt and regret, cove would ask either then or later on in the morning bc "wait, aren't you dating baxter?"

and aloma is like "ew what're you talking about? we're like siblings"

aloma and baxter would be so close, like maybe holding hands or hugging a lot, just very affectionate and joking a lot. cove isn't use to seeing sibling dynamics like that, or friends like that. ofc terry and randy are silly in their own right, but i think seeing how close aloma is with baxter makes cove yearn.

he wants to know everything about her, and when baxter and arden catch him outside, having just came back from their own lunch date and they invite cove in.

small talk and awkward silence later, cove mumbles, so soft it wouldn't be heard if it wasn't for the silence of baxter's condo.

"please, tell me everything i missed..."

wants to know all the things aloma won't tell him. of course not the sad or personal stories, but the embarrassing ones. or the little habits she adapted. the things that made her laugh, her favorite flower or food.

some things, arden and baxter tell him to ask her himself, but they do say "be careful, please take care of her. she's yearned for sunset bird and it's people for a long time."

of course they don't say anything she wouldn't like, they'll say some classic protective and teasing (big) sibling things, but otherwise usher cove out the door where he runs into aloma who is surprised, but laughs it off and says "what a coincidence, i was just uh.. i was just going to see you." aloma laughs, rubbing her cheek or some other nervous tick cove takes notice of. "wanna.. go see something cool?"

and takes cove to that field of poppies in "happiness" where they smile and laugh and cry.

cove, tucking hair behind aloma's ear. "i wanna know everything about you" "... it's not all pretty." "maybe, but its you."

and she tells him about the beginning, how opal took her in and tried to convince her things aren't as bad as they seem, that now is better than never but of course it didn't work, and she would never push a child out of her home.

and she tells him the in betweens, the funny and the stupid, the chaotic and the hurt/comfort stories. tells him the little things in between those, down to her 2 neighbors favorite colors and how arden toppled everyone over, her and tama trying to follow qiu's moves

told him about the hushed conversations she had under the stars, about the secrets shared in the dark between her and arden as children. not the personal ones, but the ones where they had a crush on some kid with red hair or called a teacher mom, the little ones but big enough to make a 13+ year old crumble in embarrassment

and they laugh, they laugh until they cry and choke and then they cry. well, cove cries mostly.

aloma looks up at the stars, white poppies framing her head and she's laughing, smiling and waving her hands to animate the story and cove flips over, trying to wipe away the tears slowly slipping down.

"cove? what's wrong...?" aloma touches his back, hesitant. cove reaches around, holding her hand.

"i just.. wanna experience those things with you too." cove cries, shaking "im jealous. i know i shouldnt be but..."

aloma is silent, and cove almost apologies but silently, brought to him by the breeze. "we're doing that now aren't we?"

and cove turns around, shocked, but he searches aloma's glassy eyes and then he cries, nodding. and he holds her hand tighter, tangling their fingers together for comfort

imagine the 'indifference route' was a bad dream crush/love Mc was having one night and when they tell Cove about it he is equally crept out and unsettled by the idea that there could've been a reality where they weren't as close as they are now. Where they didn't even *try* to be closer.

and when he learns that the indifferent version of him never even came over the day Mc learned about their biological parents, and weren't there to listen and comfort them, I think that would shock him the most. That this version of him wasn't there for the love of his life in moments like this.

one of the things that keep me up at night ever since I played and regretted the indifferent route. Never again.

omg he'd cry

he'd even apologize

he can't imagine not being apart of your life, he loves you so much. if you're dating he's ruined but if you're still crushing he'd even more ruined

which you'd think it'd be the other way but it's not, although you prbly couldn't tell the difference much but trust me, his heart hurts double. the idea of not being interest in you hurts more especially when he hasn't told you how he feels.

if there's a world, even in a dream, where you aren't interest in each others lives in any way, then there could be a world where he pines after you while you have no interest in him at all

cove can't imagine not loving you at all, so the idea of your disinterested, especially if it's direct and he can see the visible distance-or worst, annoyance- in your gaze

would end up confessing bc he can't let smth like that happen. if it's in step 3 before the end of summer/ happiness moment. he's even more upset bc he's alrdy worried abt the future n you losing touch

if you're dating he'd prbly cry m ask you to marry him bc he can't live like that, is joking abt it when he says it but does want it (if you want it too ofc)

either way what's you to know he wants you, loves you, and at this point Needs to be in your life bc he needs you like water

[daydreamlng]

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[rinslutz]

worth a million bucks ༄ sugar daddy!suna

you’re spoiled but of course that’s suna’s fault. it’s not like you ask him to buy you things. you just mention how much you love something and before you know it suna’s swiping his credit card.

because of him you owned more things than your tiny apartment could fit, so it was only right that suna moved you into his condo.

you’re not sure what you an suna are. he buys you things, you kiss, you fuck, he’s even said “i love you” once. it was during sex so you’re not sure if he meant it or not.

“baby girl?”

suna walks up behind you and places his hands softly on your waist. he rests his lips against your shoulder and hums softly.

“i want to take you shopping.”

his hands that rest on you waist start to inch up under your shirt. he softly rubs his his fingers against the skin of your hips. the cold metal of the rings that adorn his fingers give you goosebumps.

“wanna buy you something pretty.”

walking through the mall hand in hand always made butterflies erupt in your stomach. maybe it was was sort of pride that you get from being next to someone who looks as expensive as suna. you always tell him that he looks “shiny” which always makes me him chuckle.

“this store right here.”

you point towards a shop with a mannequin in the window wearing a pretty pink lace set, one that you had your eye on for a while. suna watches as you stare at the mannequin. the look on your face is why not matter what he will always get you what you want. that sparkle in your eye is something that his wishes to see for the rest of his life.

once in the store your excitement takes over and you drag suna all over the store look for the pink set. once you find it you frantically look for your size. once you have it suna leans in close to you ear.

“can’t wait to have you bent over our kitchen counter wearing that.”

he meant to whisper it but it was louder than he expected. your eyes widen you smack your hands against his mouth.

“rin! quiet we’re in public,” you gasp.

he chuckles lowly and places a kiss against your temple.

“why don’t you go try it on baby girl?”

you look over towards the changing rooms and drag suna over to it. you go into a changing room and try to close the door behind you but suna stops the door with his hand. you look back at suna expectantly, thinking that he had something to say.

“im coming in with you.”

he has this look on his face as if it was obvious. he has never come into a changing room with you before though. you go to protest but he speaks up.

“baby it’s nothing i haven’t seen before, i’ve literally seen every inch of you.”

you pout playfully but ultimately let him come in before locking the door behind you. getting into the lace set was more difficult than you expected. instead of helping you suna laughs quietly to himself.

once you successfully get it on you triumphantly looks towards suna with a smile on your face. wordlessly suna stands up.

“fuck, you are so beautiful.”

and seconds later his lips are against yours. his hands grip your barely clothed ass and he give it it small squeeze. you moan into the kiss.

after a while he pulls away from the kiss and he instantly turns you towards the mirror that up again the change room wall. his hands travel from you hips up to your breasts. he plays with your nipples through the lacy bra, which elicits a moan from you. he instantly removes one hand from your breast and presses it against your mouth.

“quiet now baby girl, were in public remember,”

he places small kisses on your shoulder, while to continuing to tease your nipples. you start to feel wetness pool in the now ruined lingerie panties. he definitely has to buy it now.

one of his hands starts to play with the hem of the panties.

“want you to cum on my fingers but you have to promise not to make a sound.”

“i promise,” you blurt out.

suna smiles at your eagerness. and without another word he pushes his hand past the hem of your panties to your clit. your hand shoots up to cover your mouth as you almost let out a whimper. suna starts rubbing slow circles against your clit making you squeeze your thighs together.

“nope, open those pretty legs or i stop right now.”

you pout but do as your told. your hand remains against your mouth, quieting the whimpers that you cant control. once suna start speeding up your legs start to get wobbly. you remove your hand from your mouth.

“rin-oh please-i can’t-,”

you can’t get your words out. suna feigns a pout

“aww my pretty baby can barely speak. im only rubbing your clit, are you really that sensitive?” he teases.

he speeds up a little bit more and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer. at this point you’re not standing on you own, suna’s arm around your waist steadies you.

“i’m going to cum rin,” you whisper.

“go ahead and cum for me baby.”

suna places his lips against you temple. you grip on to the his arm that’s hold you up and you finally let go of all the built up tension in your core. you squirt a tiny bit which surprises you and suna but makes him smile.

your legs are shaking as he tries to steady you up on your feet. you continue to hold onto his arm to keep from falling.

he places a kiss to your forehead and begins to help you undress so that you can get back into your regular clothes.

“let’s get you cleaned up, don’t want anyone to know what we did in here.”

“rin, the lingerie is soaked.”

[wonwoonlight]

my way to you / jeon wonwoo | chapter 1

➝ Wonwoo x fem!Reader

➝ rich!AU // heir & heiress!AU // best friends to lovers // idiots to lovers lol // fluff // a lil drama bc why not // somewhat angsty // clicheeeee <3

➝ series warning: OC is Dense with a capital D, so many cliches but idc, implied sexual activities (but no actual smut scenes), eventual suggestive scenes, theyre both idiots, food, insecurity and self doubts, somewhat toxic parents, someone fainted like once, not always proofread am sorry ;-; that’s probably it? tell me if there’s more!

➝ A/N: hiiiii!!!! ahh im so excited for this 🙈🙈 thank you for those who have waited for this since i announced the fic, and if you remember me rambling about CEO!Wonwoo fic and the lack thereof, this is the outcome of it lol though he's not exactly CEO here. anyway!! please enjoy and give me your feedbacks; be it replies, asks, tags, or just keyboard smash, your comments mean the world to me and it's literally the only thing keeping me writing ❤❤ on another note, pls stay safe and healthy all the time still :) here's to hoping Wonwoo will get better sooner rather than later ;-;

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“Okay, what did you do this time?” Wonwoo asks without even looking at you, fresh out of his bathroom already fit in a white dress shirt while busy trying to tie a proper necktie for once.

You snicker at him, pretending to be offended as you stand up from his bed and make your way to where he’s at in front of the mirror before you slap his hand away so you can do it for him. “What, I can’t see my best friend first thing in the morning?”

“You, princess?” he quirks an eyebrow, though the teasing smile on his face always reminds you that he never means offense. “You only come to my place in the morning after an episode with your parents.”

“Wrong,” you cheerfully remark, your hand pats the perfectly tied necktie on his chest. “I also come if it’s not morning because my parents scold me everytime they have the chance.”

Wonwoo whispers a quick thanks as he ruffles your hair, making his way to the kitchen with you trailing behind him.

You’ve always loved Wonwoo’s penthouse, not only because it has a beautiful view of the city, but because Wonwoo lives only by himself. He has a helper that would come when he’s at work, helping him clean and tidy his place, already gone before he’s returned. This means Wonwoo’s place is… quiet, and it’s out of anyone’s prying eyes.

It’s serene and you consider it more home than your own condo. You probably sleep here more than there too.

“That’s because you always make problems for them,” he laughs, taking out two bowls and placing them in front of you on the kitchen island. “What did they make you do this time?”

“Another marriage prospect,” you pout as you take the spoon for him. He turns away to take two boxes of cereal, and then puts the other back to the cabinet when you point at the Oreo Oz. “Why are they obsessed with getting me married?”

“Because you refuse to learn your family’s business ropes and take over?” he says like a broken record. Wonwoo doesn’t agree with the way your parents think; he doesn’t get why they still feel the need to marry you off because you don’t want to take over their business. You’ve even told them Jeonghan would be the better choice, because your cousin actually likes the business and he’s already the Chief of Finance now–why would they hand the company over to you who has no idea how to run a business just because your father is the first son?

“Won, I only know how to handle the GM post at most,” you whine pitifully, watching him pour the milk to your bowl. “I don’t want the responsibility over a company. It’d only fall under my hand.”

Wonwoo sighs, already used to this particular complaint because it happens at least twice a month. If he’s being completely honest, he knows you're capable to even take the director seat if you want; but you’ve never wanted to devote yourself to the company and Wonwoo knows the most you’d accept is the head department position if it comes to it.

He takes the seat next to you and then spins the stool you’re sitting at so you’d look at him. “You know I don’t agree with them. But we’re all aware they think getting you married to another wealthy family would be the better option if you’re not going to take over yourself.”

“They are just really into their wealth, huh?” you mumble to yourself, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. “I’m just there to make sure their business expands somehow.”

He bites back another sigh at your words, well aware that your family, and a lot of other families in this high class society, only care about their status and whatnots instead of the happiness of their children. He’s lucky that his family still lets him do what he wishes; they didn’t even blink an eye when he said he wanted to learn photography, even supported him when he got into an exhibition. He knows a lot of parents in their circle would see it as a waste of time when he could’ve studied stocks and traded them instead, or perhaps played golf to find connections.

But Wonwoo also knows it’s because, ultimately, he has promised he wouldn’t abandon their family business and he’d still be a part of it no matter where his interest lies. Plus, his older brother is pretty reliable and he’s set to take over just about anytime. Wonwoo isn’t that ambitious, and he gladly accepts the offer to be one of the directors because it’s actually less hassle than the president director position Jinyoung is going to claim.

“Because they don’t know any better,” Wonwoo softly says. “You matter more than that, princess.”

You cringe at the nickname, making Wonwoo laugh at your scrunched nose. It’s a stupid nickname Jinyoung made for you when you were kids, because you’re the only girl in their circle and you always insisted on wearing a dress everytime you played with them.

Wonwoo knows it annoys you and, being the best friend that he is, he keeps the nickname even though everyone else has stopped calling you that once you turned six. You don’t mind if he uses it when he’s being annoying, but not when he’s using that comforting tone of his.

It’s weird and you have yet to discover the reason for the strange feeling in your stomach everytime he does that.

“Why can’t I marry you?” you absentmindedly say as you stir the cereal in your bowl, not noticing the way Wonwoo holds his breath at your words. The question seems to trigger something within you though, because you immediately sit straight and look at him in the eyes. “Wait. Why don’t I marry you?”

“Because you don’t see me that way?” he answers calmly, pretending like your question didn’t just send him into a spiral of emotions.

“What, as if I’d see anyone they set me up with that way,” you brush off. “Better you than any of them. Why can’t I marry you? Am I not pretty enough, Won?”

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m most definitely not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not!” you huff in annoyance. “You fit in every category they want for a son-in-law. Plus, they already know you and your family so they’d have no choice but to agree. Not to forget that Father likes your dad so much.”

Wonwoo rubs his temple–it’s barely 8 in the morning and you’re proposing marriage to him, unaware of how long he’s been in love with you all this time. He doesn’t know if he should be glad that you’re this dense, but right now, it’s just plain annoying because you don’t know what your words do to him.

“You don’t want to marry me,” he says at last, and you know it’s the end of the conversation because Wonwoo rarely calls you by your name unless he’s making a point. “You know me and I’m not going to be a good husband.”

“You always take care of me though,” you frown, confused. “More than anyone ever does, if we’re counting. Whoever they pair me with, I’m sure they won’t be able to understand me as much as you do.”

He shakes his head again, telling you to stop thinking about it because it’s just not possible and you’re spewing nonsense.

“Is it because you already have a girlfriend?” you shoot out of nowhere, making Wonwoo choke on his cereal. You quickly pat his back and hand him a glass of water after you make sure he’s fine.

“That you don’t know about?” he dryly asks, fixing his glasses. “I’m not crazy enough to have a girlfriend and not tell you. You’d murder me in my sleep.”

“Good boy,” you grin at his words, patting him on the cheek as you do so, missing the way Wonwoo softly exhales the moment you return to your cereal.

If only you knew.

“My favorite cousin!” you announce your arrival at Jeonghan’s place, immediately going to Jeonghan himself and hug him tightly. Shua looks betrayed, but you just giggle as you hug him after that.

“I thought I’m your favorite cousin?” Shua scoffs dramatically.

“Maybe if you’re a candidate that can replace me taking over Yoon Holdings,” you shrug nonchalantly, earning a laugh from both of them.

Jeonghan and Shua are your cousins, two of the very few people that you hold dear in your life. Funnily enough, they’re actually not related by blood; because Jeonghan’s a cousin from your father’s side while Shua’s from your mother.

One day, you’re bored and you randomly called the both of them to go wakeboarding with you because the weather called for water sports and you didn’t see why not. You had figured one of them would be busy, which was why you thought you should just text them both at once and see which one would be free. Surprisingly, the two of them were and that’s how their friendship began.

Now, they’re close enough to the point where they’re living together in Jeonghan’s place because Shua’s studio is nearby and he couldn’t be bothered to buy another place in the area.

“Nope,” Shua pops the ‘p’. “I’m too in love with my studio to be able to do that. Plus, your grandfather literally built the company and Jeonghan’s a good choice.”

“Lucky you,” you pout. “My mom would go batshit crazy if I told her I wanted to build an art studio and run it myself instead of continuing the family business.”

“Your mom did try to convince me it was a bad idea. And you do know I still had to take Masters in Business and I did work in the main branch for a few years,” Shua reminds you. “But I really am lucky because dad’s company is in the fashion industry and Somi is more than willing to get into it. That’s why they eventually let me open my studio–maybe they think it’ll be good too for the company’s image.”

“Oh, it’s been sometime since I saw your sister,” you remark absentmindedly. “And I am working in Yoon Holdings, I just don’t want to take over the company.”

Jeonghan plops down next to you and hands you an iced chocolate that you happily take, muttering something about having it delivered once you say you’re dropping by. “See? Favorite cousin.”

Shua rolls his eyes, though there’s an amused smile on his face. You’ve always been his favorite cousin, maybe it’s also because he only has a total of five cousins in total including you; the other four are from his father’s side and he barely even knows them because they’re too high up on their horses.

But beyond that, Shua is used to taking care of you since you were kids, treating you like an older brother that he is. You’ve always been fiery as a kid, making troubles here and there that he has to either fish you out of them or take care of the aftermath. That part of you hasn’t changed, but he’s kind of glad that you don’t lose it either because it means that chaebol life hasn’t sucked you in.

“Anyway, why are you here? Wonwoo’s too busy?” Jeonghan asks, busy scrolling through his email from his iPad.

“I have a meeting later this afternoon and I’m bored,” you say as you lean on his shoulder. “Plus, I know you’re working from home today.”

Jeonghan and Shua look at you pointedly, and you pout as you admit Wonwoo has an important meeting at the moment and you can’t possibly bother him. Your cousin hums at that before leaning his head back on you. “Meeting for the annual party?”

“Yup,” you slurp on your drink. “I’ve been made project manager, but it’s still the first meeting so I figure I don’t really have anything to prepare. Could just refer to last year’s party because I managed that one too.”

Shua looks at you curiously, only speaking out what’s on his mind when you shoot him a ‘what?’ with your eyes. “You’re pretty good at that, aren’t you? You’re always in charge when the company is holding big events.”

“It’s better than sitting behind the desk all the time,” you shrug as you cling closer to Jeonghan. Your cousin nudges you just for the sake of it, and then chuckles when you hit his arm in annoyance. “Plus, it’s the only way my parents will lay it off even a little. They’re still annoyed that I don’t want to take the Heads positions, but at least I’m still working under the company and being the project manager for big events means they get to say I take care of everything and all that. Imagery and publicity, you know.”

“Well, but you are good,” Jeonghan reminds you softly. “They wouldn’t let you manage all of those events if you prove to be bad at it. You even take care of the charity dinner, don’t you?”

“Yes and I made sure there won’t be vegetables except for the appetizers and garnish,” you grin happily, the kind of grin that makes Shua remember how much alike you and Jeonghan are. “Well, unless the guests are vegan or have certain diets, we obviously have to accommodate them.”

“When’s the charity dinner again?” Shua asks.

“Was supposed to be this month. But Wonwoo’s busy so I made up reasons about why it should be next month instead because I don’t want to be surrounded by these people without him.”

Jeonghan and Shua share a look at that, wondering how you could be so blind over how dependent you are with your best friend. Or maybe you are aware of it but you simply think it’s normal to be that way because he is your best friend. Either way, the cousin duo can only feel so bad for Wonwoo who clearly considers you more than that.

“Wait, next month?” Jeonghan pulls away from you.

“I’ll be fine,” you shake his worry away, already knowing what he’s going to bring up. “I promised your mom I’d take care of your parents’ thirty fifth wedding anniversary and I’m still doing it.”

He frowns disapprovingly at you, and you look at him in confusion as it’s unclear what gets him this upset. “So you’re going to take care of the charity dinner, my parents’ anniversary, and the preparation for the company’s annual party in the same month? You’ll wear out!”

“The charity dinner’s prep is practically done, Han,” you reassure him. “I just need to make sure everything’s going as planned. Maybe one last meeting before D-day. And for the other two, I can handle two events at once. It’s hardly the first time.”

Your cousin’s about to rebut, but his work phone rings and he groans at his secretary’s name blinking on the screen. He narrows his eyes at you before walking away to take the phone, telling you he’s not done with this.

“He’s right, you know?” Shua speaks up, eyeing you in concern. Despite exclaiming to not wanting to have anything to do with the company, you’re weirdly excited when it comes to arranging events for Yoon Holdings. “You’ve been so busy these days and I don’t think you should be handling all three events at once.”

“Two,” you repeat with a huff. “The charity dinner preparation is done.”

“You know it’s never done until it’s D-day with these events.”

You glare at him, though you know his concern is valid and it’s true that you’ve been busier than you usually are. The charity dinner is always the biggest event for you personally, and as much as it is pretentious, you still find fun in arranging the event; there’s just something bigger than pride within you when you see the event going smoothly without a hitch. Plus, at least all of the money from the event will be donated to charity so you’re less reluctant about going all out.

“I’ll be fine, Josh,” you reassure him, and Shua knows your mind is made there because you only call him Josh when you’re being stern and you’re not going to listen anymore. There’s just no way to convince you otherwise. “And you know uncle and auntie always treat me well–they're basically my parents when it comes to it. It’s the least I can do to help them prepare for their anniversary.”

“As long as you don’t forget to eat and rest properly,” he reminds you.

You don’t get the chance to answer because Jeonghan’s already back from his phone call, eyebrows furrowed as he busily types on his phone.

“You guys free this afternoon?” he asks after he’s done with his phone. “There’s this new Thai restaurant I’ve been wanting to try.”

“I’m free after 1 if you don’t mind waiting.”

You purse your lips, shaking your head at him. “Wonwoo can’t eat Thai food. Tell me if it’s good though, maybe I’ll visit with Chaeyoung one of these days.”

Your cousins once again share a knowing look with each other, wondering yet again how can you be this dense. You don’t even answer his question, but Jeonghan assumes it means you’re going to have lunch with Wonwoo today–not that it’s surprising.

“I need to go,” you stand up after checking your message, kissing them both on their cheeks as goodbye. “Gotta drop by the office before the meeting. See you!”

“When do you think she’ll notice?” Jeonghan asks after you’ve slammed the door behind you.

“About Wonwoo being in love with her?”

He rolls his eyes, calling Shua an amateur before shaking his head. “About herself being in love with him.”

Shua hums, thinking about you and Wonwoo. Between him and Jeonghan, Shua actually knows you better even though they love you just the same; you have simply spent more time with Shua since you were kids compared to Jeonghan, who you’ve only gotten close with once you’re in high school. For as long as you’ve known Wonwoo, so has Shua, because that’s just how intertwined your life and Wonwoo’s is. But while he can tell for sure that Jeon Wonwoo is in love with his cousin, he thinks it’s a little too early to say you’re in love with him too.

You’ve always been protective towards Wonwoo–more than anyone else, and you probably care about him more than you do anything in your life. But, at this moment, Shua genuinely thinks you just treasure Wonwoo so much as a person, not because you’re romantically invested in him. Still, it’s there and Shua believes your romantic interest towards the guy is just waiting to bloom.

“Are we betting?”

Jeonghan grins that cheshire grin of his, one that Shua often sees on you every time you’re planning troubles. “There's this new Porsche coming out in a few months, but it’s not going to be distributed here yet until next year. If I win, I want that car immediately after you lose the bet.”

“Oooh, we’re going big?” Shua returns his grin, intrigued. “Then I want you to pay for my studio’s expansion if I win. I’m thinking of buying the building behind my studio and expanding.”

“Deal. How long do you think it’ll take her to notice her own feelings?”

“Are we pushing her into it or are we leaving her be?”

“The latter.”

“Six months at most,” Shua throws, surprising his friend. It’s been at least fifteen years since you’ve known Wonwoo and you presumably have no idea about his feelings til this very second… but Shua, the second person who knows you best after Wonwoo himself, is saying six months?

Jeonghan narrows his eyes at him, yet to say his own guess. “You know something that I don't, don’t you?”

“I do talk to the older Jeon from time to time,” he answers vaguely with an annoying shrug.

Jeonghan seems to consider this for a moment before he gives him a determined nod, holding out his hand. “Three months.”

“Deal.”

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[seungly]

hello love~ omg i read the felix imagine you wrote and i loved it! also, reading about how the other request also involved a tired MC made me laugh (stays, please take care of yourselves and remember to eat on time! 🥺) oh, and i loved the way you wrote felix’s mannerisms, especially the part where he blew a kiss before ending the call (reminded me of his bbl messages 🥺) and the head pats and threading of the hair????? omg im obsessedddd

anyway~ as for my request, (since you’re clearly seungmin biased) i’d like to request for a soft fluffy oneshot/imagine of seungmin and MC preparing for bed after a long day out and MC being stubborn and not wanting to sleep because she still wants to spend time with seungmin (because in this house we love getting a good night’s rest but we also love our seungmo a little too much <3)

thank you in advance if you decide to write it! and sorry this message is a little long ;;

i think i’d like to be a regular anon so i’d like to go with the 🐥 emoji bc im an ahgase-stay first, human second

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Omg hellooo~ thank you so much for liking the Felix imagine! I actually wrote it half asleep hahaha thank you also for noticing the small details hehe

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pairing: Kim Seungmin x reader

genre: fluff, fluff, fluff

wc: 1.9k

warning/s: a lot of dialogue.

note: Been missing Seungmo lately so I'll probably get carried away hahahaha Agreed, we do love our Seungmo a little too much. I hope this is good enough! 

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You had spent the whole day with your boyfriend, Seungmin. He thought it had been too long since the last time you went out together and since he didn't have work today, he happily took you out on a date.

Seungmin took you to the mall to spoil you with anything you'd want, he helped you pick out clothes and accessories. Then he took you to an arcade where he'd tease you for not being able to shoot basketballs as good as he did but still helped you anyway, leaving his game to help you score yours. Lastly, he treated you to dinner. The whole day he spent spoiling, teasing, and admiring you.

Sadly, the day had to end. Seungmin had to compromise to get you home—he had to promise you that he'll watch a movie with you before going to bed. So once you reached your shared condo, you practically skipped the way in, "Thank you for today, Min!” you smiled brightly at the taller male who held all the bags.

“No problem, baby.” he smiles at you as he kicks the door close behind him, “You go take a shower, I’ll fix the things we bought.” he lets out a small laugh when you hurriedly went to go take a shower. 

How were you still up and running after the day you had? 

Seungmin places the bags of clothing on the floor of your shared bedroom, carefully pulling each one out and taking the tags off to neatly fold them. He smiled to himself, proud of how much he made you smile that day. 

When he finished folding your clothes setting them aside to be washed tomorrow, you still weren’t out of the bathroom so he decided to fix the bed and open the tv. He waited on the bed, laying down with his phone in hand. He was deciding which picture of you should he use for his lock screen. He just couldn’t decide. “Min, you can go now.” you walk out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around you, “You have to go since I’m gonna take your clothes.” you laugh. 

“It’s not like I’d stop you anyway.” he makes his way over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you into a kiss that made you swoon. Pouting when his lips left as soon as they came, “pick a movie for us.”

You smile as you watch him walk away, the kiss made you feel giddy and you couldn’t get your mind off how he wrapped his arm around you, but you needed to put on clothes. 

You were scrolling through the movies when you remembered you haven’t exactly done your night routine. You shrugged it off, taking a mental note to do so after the movie. You let out a yawn, feeling more comfortable in the comfort of your cloud-like bed, but the sound of the bathroom door opening stole your attention, “Are you done?” you sit up.

“Almost.” you hear him chuckle nervously, “Baby, can you hand me the towel?” you freeze on your spot. You’ve been with Seungmin for almost two years now but you couldn’t help feeling this way over this handsome, skittish flirt of a boyfriend. However, you had to snap out of your thoughts and give him the towel.

“Here you go.” you smile, cheeks painted almost red. You had to physically stop yourself from ogling at him, “I picked a movie already.”

“Thank you. I’ll be out soon,” he muttered before closing the door.

You throw yourself on the bed, screaming into the white percale sheets. You couldn’t help but feel lucky for having an overly attractive boyfriend. You missed him so much, being with him the whole day felt so addicting. You wish it could always be like that. “What’s with the frown?” Seungmin asked, walking towards the closet.

Your eyes travel to his frame, smiling sheepishly after noticing he seemed to be topless, “Ew, put on some clothes.” you crinkle your nose, pretending to cover your eyes.

“Ew, put on some clothes~” he mocked, laughing as he did. He let out a sigh of relief after succeeding in putting on his hoodie, “You wish I didn’t” he mumbled, climbing next to you on the bed.

You laugh at him, throwing your arms to wrap around him, “Just stay with me forever won’t you?” you sighed dreamily.

“What if I don’t?” he sneered, poking at your sides causing you to squirm and let go of him. 

“I’m sorry what?” you push him away with furrowed eyebrows and an undeniable frown, “I’m afraid you have no choice.” you smile brightly, hugging him tightly as if he’d leave if you let go.

“I’d choose you any day anyway.” he smirked, clearly proud of his words, “Now let’s watch this movie.” he didn’t want to admit it, but he was exhausted. His eyes were about to drop as soon as he was blanketed by the noise of the tv, and the warmth of your hold. He couldn’t help but wrap his arms around you too, tracing circles along your back secretly hoping you’d fall asleep.

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The movie ended—you didn’t fall asleep.

You were on the brink of closing your eyes but you remained half awake. You didn’t want the day to end, you love spending time with Seungmin. Who knows when will the next date be? You didn’t want to wake up next to an empty side of the bed again with the faint feeling of his lips against yours. You pulled yourself together, “Can we watch another?”

Seungmin who was clearly exhausted shook his head, “We need to sleep. It’s getting late.”

“Okay!” you chirped, sitting up, “but you have to come with me while I do my night routine~” you cooed. Seungmin took a deep breath, he couldn’t help but agree. He knew he wasn’t always around, and he misses you just as much as you do.

“Fine but only because you’re going to spoil me later with kisses, hm?” you nodded happily. 

Seungmin sits on the edge of your bed, motioning you to climb on his back, which you did; like a koala. You wrap your arms around his neck while he holds onto the back of your thighs for support. You entered the bathroom, facing the mirror. “Aren’t you gonna put me down?” he shook his head, “I need to brush my teeth.” you giggle.

Seungmin puts you down sadly, “After this, we’re going to bed.” he sighs.

“I don’t want to yet...” you whine as you carefully prepare your toothbrush, “I’m not sleepy.”

“You fell asleep in the middle of the movie.” he brushes his teeth with you, one hand on the top of your head. He found it funny how big his hands were. Carefully, he combs through your hair to help rid of the frizz while he brushes his teeth with the other hand. 

Not even a minute after you brush your teeth did you think this was a great time to splash each other with water, and quite frankly, your clothes were also a target in the playful water fight. Seungmin had to drag you out of the bathroom, “We need to change clothes. You brought this upon yourself.” he laughed, dragging you in front of your shared closet, “Quick before the water dries!” he rummaged through his side of the closet.

“I want the gray hoodie.” you stood next to him, waiting for your turn to rummage through his clothes.

“Which?” he goes through the hangers of hoodies and sweaters. You were fast to point out the one you wanted so he gave it to you, “I’ll be out of clothes by the end of the week.”

“That’s okay, I’ll do laundry tomorrow.” you walk your way to the bathroom to change your clothes.  Seungmin has to go back to work tomorrow, but you couldn’t help but be a little selfish. You really missed him.

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“Aren’t you tired yet?” Seungmin groaned, “It’s almost 1am.” 

“No.” you’ve been laying on the floor for almost 10 minutes, refusing to get in bed, “You can sleep if you want to,”

“You know I can’t sleep without you.” he sighs, “Do I have to carry you?”

“Maybe...” you stick your tongue out to annoy him further.

“Fine.” he narrows his eyes at you, clicking his tongue. You watch him intently as he tilts his head back, massaging his shoulder. For a moment you’d like to thank his parents for creating such a perfect human being. 

“Well?” you sit up, crossing your legs, “are you gonna carry me or what?” you raise an eyebrow.

“You’re so impatient.” he laughs, walking over to you, “come on.” he opens his arms. You wasted no time jumping in his arms, almost toppling you both down, “be careful!” he holds you, embracing you tightly in case you do fall.

“Can you pull the cover?” you yawn, pointing at the blanket after he puts you down on your side of the bed.

“Mhm. You’re so spoiled” he pulls the cover up until your waist, “but I don’t mind.” 

“You love spoiling me.” you poke your tongue out.

“Of course I do, but you’re spoiling me next time.” he smiles, “Did you have a good day?” he watches his hand take ahold of yours.

“Great day! My boyfriend took me out and then bought me so much things.” you giggle.

“He sounds like a great guy.” he pulls your hand to wrap your arm around his waist, “I bet he loves you so much.” 

“Yeah...great guy, loves me sure, but he’s quite a tease.” you pout.

“Because he thinks you’re cute when you get annoyed.” he pulls you to his chest, “and when you laugh after? he thinks it’s the most beautiful melody he’s ever heard.”

“I laugh like a maniac.”

“I know you do, but let me be cute.” you both burst into a fit of laughter, you slap his chest playfully.

“You’re adorable you know? all 70 inches of you.” you sigh, hugging him tightly.

“I try.” he smiles to himself, gently threading his fingers through your hair, “Your hair is so soft...” he mutters.

“Thank you for today, Min. Thank you so much.” you lightly scratch his back, “I’ll see you when you get home tomorrow.” he could tell you were sad and on the verge of  falling asleep, and he doesn’t want you to fall asleep sad.

“I’ll be here when you wake up.” you push away from his frame, just enough to stare through his eyes. 

“Y-you...you will?!” the corners of your lips curve into a smile, still looking through his eyes to see if he was genuine, “If you’re just teasing me right now, I’m gonna cry.”

Seungmin laughs, pulling your head to his chest again, “Trust me. Now let’s sleep. I’m exhausted, I can’t believe I let you run me around the whole day and night.”

“Love you, Min.” you let out a soft giggle, your words almost inaudible to Seungmin.

“You’re so lucky...” he scoffs, “You know, I would make you breakfast but I’m not skilled so I’ll just order us something.” he leans back just enough to press his lips against your forehead only to see your eyes closed. 

“You look so peaceful.” he moves the threads of hair covering your face, “oh you’re drooling.” he purses his lips to push back is laugh, “Goodnight then.”

-

note: Welcome,  🐥 anon!! <33

Feedback is appreciated!

[husbandhoshi]

i don't know if im vaguely remembering something i read or im just projecting but . imagine owning a condo on the beach w dokyeom <3

spending all ur summers there and getting tan together and just relaxing by yourselves for a month before going back home in the city for work ugh just the best domestic vibes

- 💒

NOOOOOOOO this is sooooo sweet and cute. like career businessman seokmin who really only wants the joy of his spouse’s company. and you can immediately see him relax in the car; he turns the radio loud so you can sing, he looks at you with heart eyes at all the stoplights, and cannot wait to see your first sunset of the summer together.

and it’ll be just pure domestic bliss when you’re there. just like when you first got married, seokmin jumps at the prospect of putting sunscreen on you and will literally look forward to it every morning. he’ll make coffee while you cook breakfast. the windows would be just a touch open, and it would be sunny and breezy and bright every morning. you’ll have dance parties on the sand, he’ll carry you out into the water and joke about dropping you, and you’ll write your names surrounded by a heart in the sand. every year. you’ll fall asleep to him murmuring how much he loves you, wake up to the softest kisses on your cheeks, and laugh a whole lot. just a month of happiness <3

[despite-everything]

Literally… WTNV was the first podcast I listened to. Downloaded on the podcast app of my iPod. Celios was one of the first times I had ever heard someone speak so softly about someone of the same gender. The perfect hair… the perfect teeth… my only other exposure to a queer relationship at that point had been Willow and Tara from Buffy the vampire slayer. Every tender Celios moment. Every phone call. It changed me.

exactly!! i started listening right after glow cloud came out. i remember loading episodes onto my ipod nano... it didn't host apps, but i'd put downloaded mp3 episodes of wtnv on it to listen to.

im not exaggerating when i say that wtnv has had a greater impact on me than any other media i've consumed - i was 12 when it came out, and i came out myself soon after. it was the one of the first (if not actually the first....hmm.) examples of explicitly (yet still positive!) queer representation in media i'd consumed. it changed my standards for how we should be treated (especially since i was in that whole superwholock thing... which was messy to say the least)

i mean, hell, i work at a radio station now. i am currently in the station (taking a break from paperwork) and i would have never been here if not for wtnv. it was such a magical show that made me love surreal horror and radio, but also changed my perspective on the world. in addition to the queer relationships, wtnv was the first place i'd ever heard a character use they/them pronouns. i'd come out as non-binary and had been using they/them pronouns for a bit over a year, and i remember listening to "a new sheriff in town" and hearing cecil use "they" in reference to sam and i literally froze and sat down to rewind the episode. it's just been so transformative and it breaks my heart when people don't see it as such

EDIT: wait im not done. i also want to respond to you saying it was the first time you'd seen queer love spoken about so softly and you're so RIGHT. and i feel like the show's perspective on life and the world is inherently queer and inherently optimistic, which is so refreshing. wtnv has some of my favorite quotes and exchanges in the world, and some of them include:

"Perfection isn’t real. Perfection isn’t human. And Carlos is not perfect, no. Even better — he is imperfect.

Everything about him, and us, and all of this, is…it’s imperfect! And those imperfections in our reality are the seams and the cracks into which our out-sized love can seep and pool. And sometimes we are annoyed, and disappointed, and that too is a part of how love works."

- Cecil talking about Carlos in "Condos" (also Carlos' long monologue preceding this)

"‘What’s the point?’ you ask. ’Why bother?’ you say. ’Oh, Cecil,’ you cry. ’Oh, Cecil.’ But then you remember - I remember! - that we are even now in another bit of molten wax. We are in a moment that is still falling, still volatile, and we will never be anywhere else. We will always be in that most dangerous, most exciting, most possible time of all: the Now. Where we never can know what shape the next moment will take. Stay tuned next for, well, let’s just find out together, shall we?"

- Cecil in A Memory of Europe

"...but no family member is perfect, they become perfect when you learn to accept them for what they are."

- Young Cecil in Cassette

"Are we living a life that is safe from harm? Of course not. We never are. But that’s not the right question. The question is ‘are we living a life that is worth the harm?"

- Cecil in Parade Day

"Listeners, I do not know everything about Carlos and he does not tell me everything. That is OK. We are not one person. How lonely that would be! A couple who has made themselves one so completely, that they are once again alone.We are two people, separate. Unique. And joined only where we choose to join."

- Cecil in The University of What It Is

"Everything is exciting! Particularly existence. Existence is the most thrilling fact of all."

- Cecil in Condos (okay let's just put all of Condos on this list, tbh)

and THIS is my absolute favorite exchange in the entire show:

Carlos: But I do know two things.

Cecil: What is that?

Carlos: I love you.

Cecil: I love you, too. What’s the other thing?

Carlos: You just said it.

[spine-buster]

The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 29

A/N:  There’s somewhat of a double update this week 🙊You’ll understand why at the end of the chapter 🙊 

May 26th, 2020

Aberdeen Bloom was frantic.  

The NHL had announced their Return to Play plan.  Toronto was the chosen hub city for the eastern conference, naturally.  They were Toronto.  She’d be back at work.

None of that mattered.

William was back in Toronto.

But he was in quarantine.  The government had instituted the policy and he was going to stick to it, obviously.  And so was she, especially since he traveled from Florida, even though it was going to be hard.  It meant that he was in Toronto, and Aberdeen knew he was in Toronto, but she was unable to see him.  They’d have to communicate the same way as they did when he was in Tampa Bay, still, even though he was only a ten-minute walk away from her.  

It killed her.  It hurt worse than when he was in Tampa.

“The plan is already set,” he explained to her on the phone.  “After the fourteen days I get to go back onto the ice.  I think a few of the guys who stayed in Toronto will be there too.  No more than five, though.”

“Yeah.  Those are the rules.”

“Will you be there with Brendan?”

Aberdeen hadn’t even thought about it.  She and Brendan had obviously kept in touch throughout quarantine, but he hadn’t mentioned needing her at Scotiabank Arena should any of the guys go in for a skate.  “I don’t know, actually,” she admitted.  “I’d have to ask.”

“Please ask,” he said quickly, causing Aberdeen to laugh.  “If you’re there that day, when I’m back on the ice, I…Aberdeen, please just ask.”

“I will.”

***

May 29th, 2020

“Do you need me in that day, by the way?” Aberdeen asked Brendan on the phone, super-casually but also super-connivingly near the end of their call.

“Which day?”

“Any of the days, really,” she said, trying to sound even more casual than before.  They’d gone through all the players, their whereabouts, and all the dates they would be available to go skate at the arena.  “The seventh, the ninth – any of them.”

“Well…it’ll be nice to see your smiling face,” he said, and she knew by his tone he was looking down at his calendar.  “How about you come in on just one of the days.  You choose which one.”

“I’ll come on the ninth, the Tuesday,” she chose quickly.  “Sunday is a day of worship, Brendan.  You should know better.”

Brendan laughed on the other end.  “It’ll be good to see you again, Aberdeen.  Bring some of that humour with you.  We’re gonna need it.”

***

June 3rd, 2020

“Six more days, minskatt.”

“Not that we’re counting.”

“When I get my hands on you…”

“Not if I get my hands on you first.”

***

June 7th, 2020

“Forty-eight hours.”

“It’s been sixty-one days, you know.”

“Sixty-one days?!  Fuuuuuuck, Aberdeen.”

“You haven’t been buried in my pussy for sixty-one days, Willy.”

“Aberdeen—”

“My pussy’s so wet for you Willy.”

“You’ve gotta stop teasing me.”

***

June 9th, 2020

“A blazer, Aberdeen?” Brendan asked as he watched her walk into the office, a giddy smile on his face – not that anyone saw.  Everyone was wearing a mask, and he was no exception.  He wore a Leafs branded one, naturally.  He had a bunch to give to Aberdeen, too – one for every day of the week.  She walked into the office wearing a plain black mask.  Typical of her.

“I needed to feel professional,” she said.  “I’ve been in my condo in sweaters and tights for three months.  Give me this moment.”

“Fine.  Have it,” he smiled.  “Set your stuff down and come with me.  We’re going down to the ice.”

Aberdeen felt shivers running up and down her spine, and it wasn’t because of the ice.  They made their way down to the locker room first, actually, where they saw Kyle on the way.  She and him caught up quickly, with her asking about Leo and with Kyle asking about her writing.  But then, like pure magic, and completely unannounced, there he was, in his hockey pants and socks.  She swore her heart stopped beating.  Sixty-one days.

William stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her.  He was wearing a mask, so she could only see his eyes.  “Aberdeen,” he said, nodding at her.  “Hey.”

“Hey,” she said.  “Long time no see.  How was Tampa?” she asked.

Only she could see the indignant look he was giving her with his eyes.  It was a look he only saved for her when she was being ridiculous – in any way she could be ridiculous – so Brendan and Kyle were none the wiser, though she was sure if they really looked, they’d probably see it too.  “It was good.  Nice spending time with the siblings, you know.  Were you okay here?”

She nodded.  “Yeah, everything was fine on my end.  Just stayed holed up in the condo, really.  Kasha was working a lot from home so it was mostly just me writing and keeping quiet so she could still earn a living.”

“Well that’s good that she didn’t get laid off or anything,” he commented.  “And your family?  They’re okay?”

“They’re fine.  Siena’s back at my parents’ place and finished off the school year.  Camden is too, though school in general is a bit of a shit show right now.”

“Is that Aberdeen?!” a voice suddenly called out from inside the locker room.  Before their dumb conversation could continue with Brendan and Kyle watching, she saw a maskless Zach Hyman in his full gear barreling towards her.  “Aberdeen!” he extended his arms for a hug.

“No no no!” Kyle and Brendan screamed at the same time, putting their arms up like a forcefield around Aberdeen.  “No hugging!  Social distancing!”

Zach’s brows were furrowed before he finally remembered, rolling his eyes at himself.  “Sorry.  I’m so dumb.  I completely forgot.  I’m just excited to see you!”

“Me too, Zach,” she smiled, wishing he could see it.  She hoped he at least saw her eyes crinkle from it.  “It’s nice to be back, isn’t it?”

“You’re telling me,” he said.  She didn’t even have to see his face to see he was smiling from ear to ear.  He lived for hockey.  “You coming out onto the ice with us?”

“If I’m allowed,” Aberdeen shrugged her shoulders, looking to Brendan and Kyle who were nodding their heads.  “Might sit on the bench and pretend I’m Sheldon for a bit.”

***

did u tell kasha ur working late?

Yup

come over right when brendan lets u leave i can’t wait anymore

me neither

i got a boner just seeing u today in your work clothes

LOL WILL

minskatt im 100% serious this isnt funny

I’m actually dying Willy Thank god you were wearing your hockey pants We’ve waited over six weeks, you can’t wait longer?

NO I CAN’T MINSKATT

***

There were butterflies in Aberdeen’s stomach as she made her way into William’s condo building, into the elevator, and through the hallways.  Still in her work clothes, she knocked frantically on his front door.  

She didn’t have to wait long.

She didn’t even get the third knock in before he swung the door open, obviously waiting for her, grabbing her arm and pulling her in.  She dropped her bag as he pulled her into him and immediately planted his lips on hers aggressively.  Hands and lips and tongues happened all at once, and they were everywhere, and when the front door shut behind them William pushed Aberdeen up against it, lifting her up in his arms with her wrapping her legs around him.  Aberdeen wrapped her arms around his shoulders and began running her fingers through his hair.  It had gotten so long.  So long.  She’d seen the progression of the length on their FaceTime calls, but it was different seeing it in person.  Sixty-one days.  Sixty-one days since she’d seen him and she barely took in the sight of him when he opened the door.

“God I fucking missed you,” he mumbled quickly as his kisses moved from her lips to her neck.

“Let me see you,” she mumbled, stopping her hands from running through his hair to place them on either side of his face.  She pulled his face away from her neck so she could look at him, really look at him.  His eyes were as blue as ever, glossed over with love and lust and everything in between.  His hair was as blonde as ever, long and luscious and every girl’s dream, really.  A light stubble covered his face, and the stupidest mustache sat atop his lip, but because he was William, she couldn’t say a bad thing about it.  It looked ridiculous, but she loved everything about it.  His lips were pink and puffy and wet as she ran her thumb across them ever so gently.  He was here.  He was actually here.  “Hi,” she said softly, their chests still heaving from the hot and heavy start.  

“Hi minskatt,” he whispered back equally as softly, pursing his lips slightly as if to kiss her thumb.

“You’re here,” she smiled.  “You’re finally here.”

“I never want to spend that much time apart again,” he said.  “I can’t stand being away from you.”

“Me neither.”

“It was torture,” he continued.  “All I thought about was you.  How much I love you.  How much I wanted to hold you in my arms like I’m doing now.”

Aberdeen smiled again, biting down on her bottom lip slightly.  “Show me,” she said.  “Show me how much you love me.”

He planted his lips on hers again, just as frantic and fiercely as the last time, continuing where he left off.  Aberdeen began shimmying out of her blazer, letting it fall to the floor as he adjusted her in his arms and carried her through the apartment, setting her down finally on his couch.  Hovering over her now, with her legs still wrapped around him, Aberdeen tugged at his hoodie.  “Take this off,” she mumbled, pulling it over his shoulders and throwing it behind them.

Reluctantly, William’s lips left Aberdeen’s as he pulled back and started unzipping her pants.  “Willy,” her chest heaved up and down.  He was working quickly.  He ignored his name as he pulled her pants off.  When they were off, he hooked his fingers into her underwear and pulled them off too.  “Willy—”

William was a man possessed.  There was nothing Aberdeen could say – instead, she watched as he gave her one final look with his blue eyes before he dove into her pussy.  She bucked her hips almost automatically but William brought his arm up to hold her down.  “Ooooooh fuck, Willy,” she sighed out.  

“I missed this,” he mumbled, humming against her lips as he lapped and sucked, making her squirm underneath his arm.  “You taste so good for me.”

“I missed this too.  I missed your mouth on my pussy,” she strained to get out, trying to savour the feeling as much as possible since she hadn’t felt it in sixty-one days.  When he looked up at her from in between her legs, she smiled.  “You look so good between my thighs, baby,” she cooed, running her fingers through his hair and gripping it slightly.  

He hummed again, sending shivers down her spine.  “When you touched yourself was it like this?” he asked.

“No,” she responded automatically, because nothing was the same as having William’s lips and tongued glued to her pussy.  “Nothing is as good as this, Willy.  Nothing.”

“Can I put my fingers in your pussy?”

She nodded furiously.  “Please Willy.”

He pushed two fingers in slowly as he sucked on her clit, making her squirm even more so than before.  “Oooooh, Willy,” she moaned.  He curled his fingers inside of her like he always did and she gasped.  “Willy—Willy—”

“Feel good?”

“Feels fucking amazing,” she said. ��“Willy, I—I—”

“What do you want, Aberdeen?”

“I want to suck your cock, Willy,” she admitted.  “I want to suck your cock so bad.”

He chuckled, and she could feel it, and his eyes narrowed as he could practically feel the shivers run through her body.  “Not yet.  Not until you come on my face.”

Aberdeen gulped.  “But Willy—”

“No.  Not until you come on my face, baby.”

“Willyyyy—” she begged, until she felt his fingers curl inside of her again.  “Oh fuck, Willy, fuck – please,” she huffed.  

“Let me taste you, Aberdeen.  I need to taste you.”

As he continued his lapping, Aberdeen moaned and cried out at every opportunity, and when she began tugging on his hair and pulling his face even further against her wet pussy, he knew she was close.  With a few more curls of his fingers and sucking on her clit, she cried out his name over and over again as she became a screaming, writhing mess on his couch.  He lapped up every single last drop of her as he watched her chest heave up and down from the pleasure, from the pleasure he caused.  When he was finally finished, placing butterfly kisses against her pussy and thighs, he made his way back up and gave her a hot, slobbered kiss.

She could taste herself on his lips, and she loved it, but what she wanted more was to taste him.  So when his lips left hers, she made sure to look him in the eye.  “Sit,” she said, putting her hands on his chest.  

“Minskatt—” he said, placing a hand on hers.

“Sit,” she ordered more sternly, pushing him back so he’d listen to her command.  He sat on the couch with his legs spread apart and watched as she climbed on top of him but made her way between his legs.  She took off her top, leaving her just in her lace bra that she wore especially for him.  Her hands went to the waistband of his sweatpants and she pulled them down, along with his boxers, as eagerly as ever.  When his cock bounced up, already hard, she smiled up at him.  “Mmmmm,” she hummed, running her fingernails up and down his thick thighs.  “I’ve been dreaming about your cock in my mouth, Willy.”

“I’ve been dreaming abo—oh fuuuuuck,” he groaned as Aberdeen wasted no time in licking the underside of his cock from the base to the tip before covering the tip with her lips.  “Aberdeen—”

William couldn’t finish his sentence – or thought, really �� because Aberdeen took his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around expertly.  He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.  The amount of times he thought about this very thing while in Tampa…and now it was happening.  He shuddered thinking about it, feeling it happening right now.  “Your mouth feels incredible on my cock,” he managed to get out, looking down at her with hooded eyes.  

“Pull my hair, Willy,” she said quickly, putting a quick kiss on the tip of his cock. 

It was his turn to gulp.  He ran his fingers through her hair – the hair he loved so much – and tugged on it slightly, pushing her back down onto his cock.  She moaned in response.  “That okay?”

She nodded even though his cock was halfway down her throat.  She looked up at him again once she came back up – once he allowed her to.  “Harder, Willy.  It’s okay.  I want your cock down my throat.”

“Ab—”

“It’s okay, Willy,” she dug her nails into his thighs.  “I want it.”

A deep growl rose in his chest as he tugged on her hair again, pushing her mouth down his cock slowly.  As he watched his cock disappear into her mouth, his pupils dilated.  When she looked up at him with her beady eyes, he almost lost it.  She began bobbing her head up and down his cock with his direction, the tugging of her hair and the slight force he was using making her wet all over again.  Much like William, Aberdeen derived pleasure from knowing she was giving William that same pleasure, so seeing his chest heave, seeing him lean his head back in pleasure – it was all she wanted, everything she dreamed of for the past sixty-one days away from him.

“D’you want to come down my throat?” she asked, his cock slick and wet from her spit.

“No,” he said sternly.  “Get…get up here.”

“Willy—”

He tugged her by the arm, bringing her back up so he could kiss her and pick her back up again as they made their way to his bedroom.  He plopped her down to the bed, opening his bedside table drawer to get a condom.  She stole it from him, ripping it open with her teeth and rolling it on herself before laying back down on the bed, unclasping her bra herself and throwing it across the room.  

William bent down and took one of her nipples into her mouth, sucking gently as he grabbed at her hands.  He raised them above her head, holding them both there with only one of his own.  He saw her smile.  “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his own grin showing how he felt about it.

She nodded her head.  “I want your cock so bad Willy.  “Give me your cock.  I need your cock.”

He slipped into her easily, quickly, her wet pussy still slick with her juices.  They both moaned in pleasure, and once he was fully in her, they both took a moment to savour the feeling of being together again – physically, mentally, emotionally, everything – and looked each other in the eye.  “God you feel so good,” he whispered, giving the tip of her nose a light kiss.  “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she said, her voice breathless, the feeling of him filling her up almost too much to bear after not having experienced it for so long.  “I love you so much, Willy.”

“I promise you,” he said.  “I promise you I’ll never leave you for that long again.  We’ll never be separated like that.”

She nodded her head.  She understood.  “I never want to be.  I always want to be with you, Willy.  Wherever you are, I’ll be.”

He began moving in and out of her, slowly, trying to make the feeling last as long as possible.  But eventually, when Aberdeen began rolling her hips along with his movements, even though her arms and hands were still pinned above her head, he couldn’t control himself, moving quicker and crashing harder against her body.  He watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, the moans escaping them freely and loudly.  

At some point, William forgot about holding her arms above her head.  At some point, they escaped free, and she dug her nails into his shoulder blades and scratched them down his back.  At some point, after hearing her moans and cries and screams of his name for what felt like hours, he lost himself, and he lost control, and she lost herself, and she lost control, and they came together, bodies close, arms around each other, his head buried in the crook of her neck, hearts beating together.  

***

“Did you mean what you said?” William asked as they lay in bed together, still recovering.  He knew there was going to be a round two.  And a round three.  And however many more they saw fit until they were satisfied, although deep down he knew neither of them would ever be satisfied.  But before all that, he needed to clear something up.  He needed to hear it from her.  “Wherever you are, I’ll be?”

Aberdeen looked over at him.  She knew what he was asking, because he was in hockey.  He could be shipped off somewhere tomorrow.  He could be shipped off in the off-season.  As she learned in May, and saw for herself, virtually half the fanbase wanted him gone (the dumb fanbase at least, she thought).  But much like when he asked her if she would really come to Sweden with him, she knew there was a deeper meaning to this.  There always was with William with questions like this; he was still learning to talk to her – to express his feelings like he promised he would after that game against Carolina.  “Are you listening?” she asked, what they would always ask each other when they were about to say something important.

“Yes, minskatt.”

She looked him in the eye and nodded her head.  “Of course I did.”

He tried not to show it, but he took a sharp intake of breath.  She could see his Adam’s apple bob.  She knew he was trying not to get emotional.  But when he moved to kiss her, she could feel a tear.

***

June 13th, 2020

“I saw on the news that William is back!” Camden exclaimed into the phone.  Aberdeen had to go so far as to jerk the phone away from her ear.  From the other side of the couch, William giggled silently.  “Did you get to see him, Aberdeen?!”

“I did,” she laughed.  “He says hello.”

“Did he have a good time in Tampa?”

“I think so.  I mean he was with his siblings,” Aberdeen laughed.  “Aren’t you happy with me and Siena are home?”

“Sometimes.”

She snorted.  “Anyways, have you finished the last of your work for school?” she asked.  “Siena told me you forgot about a math assignment.”

“Oh my God, I forget about one assignment and I never hear the end of it!” he complained.  William threw his head back in silent laughter.  “You guys never let me hear the end of it!”

“But it’s math, Camden!  Math is your favourite subject!”

“Don’t you guys remember I’m working at like, two grades above my level in math anyway?” he reminded her.  “I’m already, like, gifted in math.  You weren’t gifted.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Is Auston back yet?” he asked.

“I don’t know buddy.  He’s still in Arizona.  But I assume he’ll be coming back soon.  I’m sure there’s ice rinks there he’s practicing on.”

“Is he staying safe?”

“I’m sure he is Camden.  I’m sure he is.”

***

June 19th, 2020

@simmonssteve: POSTMEDIA EXCLUSIVE: Auston Matthews has tested positive for COVID-19.  My breaking story: torontosun.com

***

Aberdeen thought she’d seen Brendan Shanahan angry on her interview day when he was demanding to his former personal assistant that the article written about his daughter be pulled from the Toronto Sun.  She thought she saw Brendan Shanahan at his angriest when she entered his house while he was having a fight with his daughter and the subsequent day when he sent her on a wild goose chase throughout the city to find Niklas Lidstrom’s Swedish jersey.  

Those were a walk in the park compared to how she saw him now, dealing with the leaked information that Auston tested positive for COVID-19.  

She was sure he was ready to burn down his office, the floor, the entire building, the entire Scotiabank Arena.  She knew he wanted to revoke the media access and credentials of the reporter, Steve Simmons, because he had so many strikes against him over the years (Aberdeen would have to research this when she got home), but that he would look like a vindictive and spiteful president if he did so.  She knew he had been on the phone with Auston and his agent and his parents and Kyle and Brad and just about everyone else important within the organization to deal with it.

And all she was doing was sitting in a chair in his office with a mask on.  

She felt her phone buzz in her hand, and when she looked at the screen she saw “Head Empty” on the screen followed by a message.  

hows it going over there?

She took a quick look at Brendan and he was still barking into a phone.  She unlocked her screen and began to type.  

It’s a shit show. Have you heard from Auston?

yea mild symptoms but hes angry doesnt know how it leaked

Who could it have been?

no clue, honestly not like any of us would say something

“Aberdeen, Kyle is coming in,” Brendan said quickly.  His voice was stern but softer than how he was speaking to whoever was on the phone.  He had his hand over the receiver.  “Can you go get us some coffee, please.”

She nodded and got up, making her way out of his office and to the Starbucks where she always went to get their regular orders.  As she took the staircase down to the main floor, her phone began to ring loudly, echoing in the empty space.  She stopped and looked down at her phone.  Auston Matthews.

“Hello?” she asked, truly confused as to why he would be calling her.

“Hey,” he said casually.  “How are you?”

“I’m…fine,” she replied, still confused.  “Is everything okay?”

“Depends,” he said.  “Can you be honest with me?”

She stiffened slightly.  “I’m always honest with you.”

“I know.  But can you be honest with me right now?”

“Yes, of course.”

He paused.  “Do you know who leaked it?”

She closed her eyes.  She let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding in.  “No, I don’t.  But trust me when I say we’re doing everything to find out.  Kyle’s heading over right now and I can only imagine what he and Brendan are going to do to…I don’t know, mitigate this disaster.”

She could hear him sigh on the other end.  “I hope whoever it was gets fired, honest to God.”

“I hope so too.  Pretty sure Brendan wants to get Steve Simmons fired, too, for what it’s worth,” she said.  There was a moment of silence between the two of them before her mouth began speaking quicker than her brain told her not to say anything.  “You don’t think it was me, do you?”

“No, not at all,” he said.  “We all trust you with anything and everything.  We know if something ever got out, it would never be you.”

“Why do you say that?” she asked, genuinely curious.  It was a feat in and of itself to have the utmost trust of absolutely everybody in the locker room.

“Because we know and understand that we all have our secrets, Aberdeen.”

[bbarican]

life updates: november 09, 2021

work:

my seniors recently complimented me again saying na im a really efficient junior designer and that my main senior is so lucky to have me work with her in all of her projects

yung makati project namin nakakatawa nalang kasi ang daming extra na gustong pagawa nung client namin so syempre madedelay yung turnover pero sila din tong atat mag move it; pls make it make sense po

yung alabang project naman namin, hindi mafinalize ng boss namin yung mga details kasi magboboracay daw muna siya; basta ako ill finalize everything on my end para wala siyang masabi

also! im super duper excited for this one: my ninang asked for my help in designing her condo unit so thats basically going to be my first ever freelance project! wish me luck! im about to prep for our meeting tomorrow too before i go to bed

praying to god na wala kaming ganap masyado sa work para keri kong pumunta ng ust after lunch

last for work: i have officially decided to take the board exam next year meaning i have to email my bosses already regarding my plans on filing for leave from march to july; fingers crossed they allow it!

family:

im so glad my dad is feeling much better; yes, i always am annoyed at him but i really do love him and care about him so much

i am: confused cause my younger brother didnt enjoy bungalow's homer donut as much as i did; IT WAS THE BEST DONUT EVER

my lola is staying over for the night and having her here at home always makes me feel safer than usual

i miss my mom and brother; i cant wait for my mom to come home

syempre di na ko magkukunwari, excited na din ako sa mga pasalubong ng nanay ko yahu

friends:

im so fucking excited to see my bestfriends; we're going back to the beach for tiger's birthday and im just so excited to spend a weekend with them especially since its been so long since we all last hung out

i miss my tumblr bestfriends a lot; sometimes i wish it was 2020 again when all we were doing was staying up late on zoom and literally just playing games and watching movies and talking about everything under the sun and planning random meet ups and actually ending up meeting up with almost everybody

im really excited to review with my bestfriends too and go cafe hopping once review season starts! also syempre matik na din yan, lagi sila matutulog dito sa bahay

personal life:

my puson is hurting a bit and im kind of getting worried na its either 1.) pcos related since i do have pcos or 2.) its something to do with the fact na ang lakas ko nanaman sa juice, soda, and coffee

i have to drink water ONLY i swear to god i do not want to get sick at all, especially in this pandemic

got my first ever 13th month pay today! i really really really need to save kasi i dont want to go into review season with an empty bank account

which means, no coffee or pastry runs whenever im out of the house; i seriously need to discipline myself para din i dont keep gaining more and more weight

i am itching to fix and reorganize and clean my room; cannot wait for the weekend kasi ito talaga gagawin ko

eamon and bec, you have stolen my heart; plus your accents are the cutest thing ever

watching their videos just made me really really want to visit morocco soon cause ive been wanting to go their for so long already

love:

syempre wala

if youve made it this far into my post, thank you so much. i just felt extra chatty this evening and i feel like i had to type everything down cause if i dont, i wont remember them with how busy i am. i hope you guys are doing okay and please know that if you ever feel like just typing everything as well, go for it. just go for it! who cares what other people say? either way, again, i hope you guys have a really lovely tuesday evening and i hope the rest of the week treats us well!

[hopelikethemoon]

The Exam (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: The Exam Rating: PG-13 Length: 1800 Warnings: Medical procedures (female physical examine, mentions of procuedures related to reproductive health) and discusions of miscarriages, infertility, and other topics related to conception and pregnancy.  Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in July 1996. I learned something new about Reader today. So that was cool. Summary: Reader goes to the OB/GYN for an exam. 

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You chewed at a hangnail on your thumb as you perched on the edge of the exam table, looking between Javier and the door. “You know, I ran out of a doctor’s office in a hospital gown once.”

Javier’s brows rose upwards as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest, “That sounds like a story I haven’t been told before.”

“Oh, the stories I could tell.” You laughed, though it didn’t quite reach your expression. “My mother was being… her usual self. I got fed up with her bullshit and decided to peace out. In the hospital gown.”

He snorted, “Somehow I can see you doing that.” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth as his eyes wandered around the room. 

The walls were covered with anatomical posters of uteruses and Fallopian tubes; gleefully pregnant women and their partners. You watched the way Javier’s face sobered — and you wondered if he was thinking what you were thinking. 

A quick knock gave you a moment’s notice before the doctor and a nurse stepped into the room. 

“I do apologize for the delay,” the doctor remarked as she introduced herself to the both of you. “We had a mother going into labor during her exam. Never a dull moment.”

“Lucky her.” You offered wryly, brushing your hands over your lap, straightening out the hospital gown. 

“Indeed.” The doctor chuckled as she washed her hands, before slipping on a pair of gloves. “Mr. Peña, you’re welcome to wait in the waiting room while we exa—“

“I’d prefer it if he stayed.” You interjected with a shake of your head. 

Javier scratched at his jaw, “I don’t want to be in the way.”

“We’re in this together.” You reminded him, before looking towards the doctor. “There’s nothing we’ll discuss that I won’t tell him later.”

“It’s nice to see a supportive partner,” The doctor remarked with a smile. “If you don’t mind laying back, I’m going to begin the exam while I ask you a few questions.”

Your teeth bit into your bottom lip as you laid back on the table, the paper crinkling beneath you as the doctor loomed over you. 

“How long have you been trying?”

“Two months.” You answered as the doctor examined your breasts, before moving towards your stomach. “But we’ve never really used protection outside of birth control.”

“And you’ve been pregnant before?”

“We have a daughter.”

“Any history of miscarriages?”

You nodded slightly, “When I was fifteen. I didn’t even know until I went to the hospital.” You tilted your head, your eyes meeting Javier’s. There was nothing but compassion in his gaze. 

The doctor’s fingers pressed into the soft flesh of your stomach as the examination continued. “Any history of sexually transmitted diseases?”

“We’ve both been tested over the years. We’re clean.” You winced a little as she pressed down hard on a spot. 

“Is that tender?”

“Yeah,” You shifted under her touch. “But I’ve got a bruise there.”

The doctor’s brows rose upwards skeptically.

“We’ve taken the trying very seriously.” You admitted with an awkward laugh, “Javi, do you have that chart?”

“Yep.” He popped the ‘p’ as he passed the piece of paper to the nurse, who handed it to the doctor. 

She bummed curiously as she reviewed the past two months. You’d charted out the last day of your birth control, your period, temperature changes, and indicated the days and times of intercourse. If you were thorough in your professional work, you’d gone thoroughly overboard in your pregnancy planning. 

“Now that we’ve completed the external examination, I’m going to do an internal and external ultrasound. Just to ensure that everything looks normal and healthy.” She looked towards Javier then. “I usually recommend that the male partner be tested as well. It’s a simple procedure to check semen count.” 

Javier shifted uncomfortably, “I read the leaflet.”

The nurse stepped out of the room and returned a moment later with a cart that held the ultrasound machine. 

“Did you have any complications during your first pregnancy?” The doctor questioned you. 

“Our daughter wasn’t planned.” You admitted. “Birth control, but no other protection. Easy pregnancy, aside from morning sickness.”

“Beginner’s luck,” The doctor said lightly as she adjusted the stirrups at the base of the exam table, helping your feet into them. “We’ll start with the internal ultrasound. It will feel a bit uncomfortable at first, but hopefully it will help us figure out what’s going on.”

You gave her a thumbs up, turning your head to look at Javier. “Be glad you don’t have to do this part.” You remarked. 

“Trust me,” Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, nodding towards one of the posters detailing an external cephalic version. “I’m already in awe of what women go through.”

There was nothing wrong with you. Everything looked healthy and functional. By all accounts — you should’ve been pregnant. But you weren’t. 

The doctor ran a panel of blood tests that would take a few days to get the results of, but she doubted that they’d reveal anything. Javier scheduled an appointment to get his swimmers counted. 

“You sure you don’t want me to drive?” Javier questioned as he settled into the passenger seat. 

“It’s a nice distraction,” You retorted, reaching across the center console to steal his sunglasses off his shirt. “What’s the process?”

Javier huffed, picking you the sheet of instructions he’d been given, “Three to five days without activity.” 

“Glad it’s next week then.” You rubbed your thumbs over the steering wheel, staring straight ahead for a moment before starting up the car. “I’m supposed to start ovulating at some point in the next forty-eight hours, if things are running smoothly.” 

“It seems like I’m the problem here,” Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, brows furrowed as he stared at the sheet. “I figured this was coming. You know, Steve had to go through a whole gauntlet of tests when they were struggling.”

You nodded, “I remember. They both went through the ringer.”

“It says I can bring a guest.” Javier remarked as he turned the piece of paper over and continued reading. 

“I’m sure Steve will be honored by the offer.”

“Really?”

“I feel like there’s a testy joke in there somewhere.”

Javier snorted, “You’re lucky I love your bad humor.”

“I’m lucky for a lot of reasons.” You told him with a smirk. “I’d be happy to help.” You reached over and patted his leg. “I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with you either. It’s just a matter of timing.”

“Maybe.” He sighed, folding he paper in half, and then in half again before tucking it into the front inner pocket of his jacket. “How are you feeling?”

You made a face as you stopped at a red light, “A bit violated, but that’s pretty normal once the stirrups come out. You should see what happens during a pap smear.”

Javier glared at you, “I read the informational poster. I’d rather not.” 

“It’s fun.” You said dryly as you started through the intersection, making the turn onto the highway. “Thank you for coming today. For staying.” 

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” Javier told you. “Even if it was one of the most uncomfortable experiences of my life.” 

You grimaced, “I should’ve told you before—“

“No.” He shook his head. “It’s none of my business.”

“True.” You scraped your teeth over your bottom lip. “There was never a time to casually bring it up.” You pointed out, “Hey when I was fifteen I had a miscarriage and I didn’t even know what was happening.”

“When you were fifteen,” Javier rocked his jaw, “I would’ve been already in and out of college, and  settled into the job at sheriff’s office.”

You nodded, “Sounds about right. Twenty-three?”

“Probably twenty-four.” Javier rubbed his hands together as he stared out the passenger window. “For what it’s worth… I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” You told him honestly. “That was the first time I’ve thought about it since..” You thought for a second. “Maybe since I was a teenager. It never came up with Josie.” 

“I wish this were as easy as it was with Josie.” Javier sighed. “It’s gotta be me. I’m not exactly young.” 

“You’re not exactly old either.” You rolled your eyes. “Didn’t Hugh Hefner just have a kid at sixty-five?” 

“True.”

“Okay, then it’s probably not you.” You flipped onto the turn signal and merged into the lane for the off ramp that led to your condo. “You’re only forty-five Javier.” 

“I know.” He sighed heavily, sinking back against the seat. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the way he was clenching his jaw. 

“Hey,” You reached over and squeezed his leg. “I think the doctor was pretty impressed by our chart.”

Javier snorted, resting his hand over yours. “We’re gonna have to break our streak when I’ve got to go without you, baby.” 

“But that’s not for a couple days.” You reminded him, squeezing his leg three times. “You should’ve seen her face when she touched the bruise.”

“I’m sure she had a few thoughts on it.”

You laughed, “I’m sure.” In reality — you both knew that that was what happened when you got fucked into the side of your kitchen table. “You know what I don’t get?”

“Hmm?”

“When the doctor tells you that they’ll give you some privacy to get changed…” You said as you turned into your condo parking lot. “As if they haven’t just had a full look at your most intimate parts. Inside and out.” 

“It didn’t look fun.” Javier’s brows rose upwards as he tilted his head to look at you. “You wanna rest? I can handle Josie this evening, when Steve drops her off.” 

“I’ve been through worse.” You shrugged, pulling the keys out of the ignition. “It’s mostly just awkward. I mean, you saw the process. Mostly my stomach’s just a little sore because she prodded at me like it was a deep-tissue massage.” 

“We’ve got a couple hours before he drops her off.” Javier tilted his head to look at you. 

“I know.” You smirked at him. “And we’re home just in time for General Hospital.” It was no telenovela — but damn if you weren’t hooked. 

“You know we don’t have to do this, right?”

“But I want to.” You met his gaze. “It’s probably just a matter of timing.” You wanted this to work — for him. You saw the way his eyes lingered on new mothers with their babies sitting in the waiting room. The way he made conversation with the anxious dads waiting for their partners to come out. 

He’d missed all of that with Josie and you wanted to give him that one thing, after he’d given you everything.