#there will likely be quite a few gym selfies this year)

[superiorbiscuits]

God is good and I can trust him (different vibes from yesterday when I posted this same statement though)

Also I went to the gym for the first time since the new year and it was crowded but not quite as bad as I was expecting tbh

[megalony]

Pretty Please

This is a new Eddie x Buck x Reader imagine I've come up with, based on a few different requests I've gotten. I should be doing a follow up part to this if anyone is interested. Any feedback would be amazing.

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Summary: Eddie and Evan used to be single parents, but not anymore. Now, alongside (Y/n), they're co-parenting their kids, Chris and Lottie, and are about to move in together.

Enjoy.

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"Are you okay? You've been looking at your phone every five minutes," Evan pushed his weight down onto the pull-up bar, swaying his feet back and forth in the air for a few seconds before he dropped down to the floor.

"I'm just… my boy likes it when I pick him up from school, and I'm not, so,"

A gentle smile formed on Evan's lips as he watched Eddie wave his hands about before he settled them back on his thighs and stared down at his phone. It was a look Evan had worn quite a few times over the past year, one he wasn't used to seeing on anyone else.

"So, you're hovering?"

"I guess. He's got a new home and a new school, and now it's not always me getting him from school. It's a lot to get used to, and it's just us now." Eddie tried to smile but he couldn't find it in himself to do so, it was too hard contorting too many muscles when all he wanted to do was sigh and go home. "Doing this alone ain't great- I don't expect you to understand,"

Pulling away from the weights, Evan wiped his hands on the towel before he plonked himself down next to Eddie on the bench in the gym. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, tilting his head to the side to look at his new work partner with a perplexed look.

"You're not the only single dad here, you know." Evan tried really hard to keep the snarky tone out of his voice but he couldn't quite manage it.

Something inside him told him to be protective, put his defences up around someone new. Someone who didn't know Evan like the rest of the team. But if they were going to be partners, they may as well open up and share a few things.

"You have kids?"

Evan reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, tilting it so Eddie could see his lockscreen. "That's my baby girl," A calmer, more soothing tone came to Evan's voice and he cracked a smile when he looked at the picture. It was a more recent picture, he had only just changed the lockscreen. For the past year and a half the picture had been the same. The picture Maddie took of Evan the first time he held Lottie.

Now she was a bit older, Evan finally changed the photo to a selfie of them both where he finally got her to grin at the screen after almost twenty minutes of trying to take a good photo of them both.

"She's sweet… sorry, I uh, I didn't think you…" Whatever way Eddie worded it, he was going to sound rude. When he looked at Evan, he didn't think of him as a dad, but then again people probably thought the same thing when they looked at Eddie.

"No one here believed me when I told them, either. And I get it, being here is hard when you just wanna be home, and when you're all they have… it's tough."

Part of Evan still had a tiny, miniscule bit of anger towards the team, despite how much he loved them all like his own family. He was angry that after working with them for three months, none of them took him seriously when he said he was going to have a baby. And Evan understood why. He had fucked around a lot since before he started at the 118 station and he couldn't remember half the girls he slept with.

So when Leigh turned up on his doorstep and said she was pregnant, Evan hadn't been as thrilled as he should have been.

But he thought the team would have been more considerate and he had blown up when they acted like it was a joke.

"Her mum's not in the picture?"

"Nah, I'll admit I wasn't great at the time, I fucked around and I thought I was careful… Lottie proved me wrong though." He clasped his hands together in his lap and bowed his head. "My ex wasn't happy. And you know I tried, I went to the scans, I sorted my shit out and I was there when Lottie was born. But Leigh left. She seemed to take one look and just… just decided she didn't want her. But I did."

Evan knew if Leigh had the choice, she wouldn't have chosen Evan to be her baby's father. He barely remembered her name when she showed up on his doorstep, he didn't even remember that he'd brought her back to his apartment- more than once.

From the moment she told him, Evan cleaned up his act. He tried harder at work, he stopped sleeping around from the moment Leigh showed up. He attended all her appointments and he had been there when Lottie was born. Maddie made him do a DNA test, she didn't trust Leigh but when it came back positive Evan didn't care. It could have said he wasn't Lottie's father and he would have kept her anyway.

When she was in his arms, his world slotted into place. And Leigh's world fell apart.

"One week later I had sole custody and I haven't seen her since."

It had been the right thing for all of them. Evan wanted his daughter, Leigh didn't and they just drifted immediately. After one week, Leigh was certain a baby wasn't what she wanted in her life. She signed all the papers and Evan didn't have a contact number or a forwarding adress, and that was how he wanted it. If she didn't want contact, Evan would make sure Lottie knew that all she needed was him and her aunt Maddie. No one else mattered.

It was just the two of them against the world.

"Buck?" A tender smile flitted across Eddie's lips as he leaned over the back of the sofa and looked down at his partner. He clasped both hands on Evan's shoulders and pressed a kiss to his temple, jolting him back to the waking world. "If you need some sleep, go in the bunker room."

"I- no, that was a two minute power nap, I'm good." He groaned through the words as he pushed himself up so he was sitting upright instead of slouched down on the sofa. He had barely nodded off for five minutes, his watch proved it. He didn't mean to fall asleep, he just got comfy, slid down and then he was out.

"Aren't you getting enough sleep at home?" Eddie jested as he slouched down next to him on the sofa and took a gulp of coffee.

"Not when Lottie's coughing her lungs up in my ear I don't."

He usually slept like a log and Lottie was at the stage of sleeping fine through the night. Until four days ago, when she got a chest infection. Since their trip to the doctor, Lottie had been sleeping in Evan's bed and she only managed to sleep when he wrapped her up in his arms and snuggled her against his chest with a blanket. And then she would cough and splutter and wake herself up, going into fits of tears.

She fell asleep properly just two hours before their morning alarm and screamed when Evan told her he had to go to work and she was going to spend the day with Maddie.

He hated leaving her when she wasn't well and she made it impossible for him to leave. Now he was regretting not calling in sick and just spending the day in bed with Lottie. It would have calmed his raging nerves to know that she was tucked up safe with him and that she was alright. Being at work just made him panic that she was getting worse without him there beside her.

"Chris used to get a lot of infections. In the end he'd just spend hours in the bath, the hot water worked best for him."

"Do you remember the last time you were round my house at bath time? My daughter somehow believes she'll get sucked down the drain." Evan had never heard his daughter scream as much as she did when bath time was over and it wasn't even in a tantrum or protest.

Lottie had a horrible fear of going down the plug, she thought as soon as the water started to disappear that she would also get pulled down the drain and be lost in the pipes forever. Either Evan had to get her out the bath first, or he pulled the plug and risked her launching herself on him and harming them both so she could get out as quickly as possible.

And she wasn't even three years old yet.

"Then it's a good job my place has a shower," Eddie grinned around his coffee cup and drained the last drops while he jabbed his elbow into Evan's side in jest.

In about two weeks, Evan, Lottie and their partner (Y/n) would be moving in with Eddie and Chris. It was going to be a big step for all of them and a change for the kids.

Chris couldn't remember the time when his parents had lived together, it had been years and he was only a toddler when Eddie and Shannon split up. And for Lottie, all she knew was Evan. No one else had ever lived with them, she had her dad and that was it. Now, Lottie was going to go from having one parent to gaining two more. She adored Eddie and she seemed to attach to (Y/n) whenever they were in the same room, but living together was a new experience for everyone.

Eddie's last relationship was his marriage and that ended horribly. (Y/n)'s previous relationship hadn't been enjoyable and she had never lived with any of her partners before. And Evan had lived with only one girlfriend before and that had lasted all of three months before he found out about Lottie and the relationship ended on the spot.

All three of them were praying this move would be the right choice for everyone and that it would go smoothly.

"Buck… I think you have some visitors,"

Evan's hand found Eddie's knee and he gave a light squeeze before he leaned his head over the cushion, rapidly looking around to see where Bobby was. He found the Captain at the top of the stairs, smiling as he pointed over his shoulder to signal where the visitors were.

He could feel himself livening up as he jumped up from the sofa and headed over to the stairs. There weren't many people it could be visiting him and he had a sneaking suspicion it was his daughter. A bubble of panic burst to life along with adrenaline in Evan's stomach at the thought of it being Maddie and Lottie turning up. That had to mean Lottie was getting worse if Maddie was bringing her down to the station to see him.

He scooted past Bobby, trying not to trip as he hurried down the stairs towards his sister who was just walking past one of the trucks.

She was smiling at him which was a good sign and calmed down one of Evan's many nerves. She had Lottie's bag on her shoulder and the two year old bouncing on her hip, clinging to her as she coughed into Maddie's neck.

"Hi babygirl,"

The moment Lottie registered Evan's voice cooing at her, she lifted her head and her pale lips pulled into a smile, briefly obscured by another cough. She stretched her arms out and whined, bashing her feet into Maddie's stomach and back until Evan was close enough to scoop her up.

He flashed his pearly whites, grinning like a shark when he picked her up and reeled her into his chest like a fish on a hook. His large hand smoothed up and down Lottie's back, rubbing soothing circles to try and help ease her cough. Evan could feel her nimble fingers scrunching up in his shirt and she smothered her face against his exposed neck, bending his collar out of her way so she could breathe crackling breaths into his neck.

"Poor baby," Evan mused with his lips meshed into her wild sandy curls that resembled his own. His nose ruffled her curls and he turned his head, squishing his cheek against the top of her head as he started to sway her side to side.

When his eyes locked on his sister, he could see the exhaustion on her face and it made him feel bad. He definitely shouldn't have come to work today. Lottie played up for anyone but Evan when she was ill. If she was her usual self, she would be a Godsend, never made trouble or put a toe out of line and she loved spending time with Maddie. Just not if she was sick.

"How's she been?" He wasn't sure he dare ask and when Maddie pursed her lips and raised a brow, Evan winced.

"Mostly coughing and crying which wasn't a problem at all… it was the screaming when I tried to use this that nearly made her pass out." Fumbling around in her bag, Maddie found the inhaler and spacer that had caused such havoc between her and her niece.

"Oh dear."

When Evan took Lottie to the doctors a few days ago, they could see how congested she was and how hard she was finding it to breathe. So the nurse suggested trying an inhaler but with how young she was, she would need a spacer to go along with it.

A spacer was a plastic tube that the inhaler slotted onto and once the inhaler was pressed, the tube spaced out the steroids so Lottie could inhale it much slower rather than one bout of medicine all at once.

But it did look frightening. She barely let Evan use it with her and when Maddie tried, all she did was scream and say her aunt was being mean. She acted as if Maddie was trying to hit her with it or as if it was full of poison that would kill her instead of make her feel better.

She needed to use it to feel better, she had barely been breathing due to coughing so much. And when she started to scream, her little face went red and she fell down, lightheaded and close to passing out. The only thing Maddie could think of doing was bringing her to the station to see if Evan- or possibly Eddie- could get Lottie to use it. He always managed to calm her down and she knew an hour with him would settle her enough until he finally came home from shift.

"Pass it over, I'll give it a try." He leaned his chest back, tilting Lottie further into his chest so he could reach out and take the inhaler and spacer. Hiding it behind his thigh so Lottie wouldn't see. "Come on baby, let's go watch tv while Maddie gets a drink."

Evan looked over at Chimney, then back at his sister. He knew if he took Lottie for a bit and gave Maddie a break, she could have a drink with Chimney while Evan tried to work his magic on his daughter.

He kept his lips pressed to Lottie's head, smiling to himself when she started to mumble 'daddy' over and over into his neck. His eyes locked with Eddie when he got upstairs but the moment Eddie clocked onto the inhaler, he whistled and raised a brow as he passed to go towards the kitchen. On his way past, Eddie pressed a quick kiss to Lottie's temple, muttering a round of 'good luck' to Evan on his way past.

"You're not sitting with them?" Hen leaned around Eddie as she watched Evan move towards the sofa in front of the tv that was blaring out the latest news. She thought Eddie would have sat with them and made the most of Lottie's visit before they had to get on with their work.

"Oh I'll be able to hear her scream just fine from over here," He dumped his cup in the sink and leaned his forearms down on the kitchen counter. Arching his back out as he looked over at his partner across the kitchen. He wasn't standing close if Lottie was going to try and use her inhaler.

When Evan first tried to get her to use it, Eddie had been on the phone and Lottie had screamed so much Eddie thought he had gone deaf. He heard her call Evan a meanie and cry and wheeze until Evan was almost crying that she was about to turn red.

Eddie would rather wait until Evan had tried his luck with the inhaler before he went to sit with them for a little while.

"Alright babygirl, deep breath for me." Evan sat down on the sofa, hiding the inhaler behind his feet as he perched Lottie on his lap. He pressed a hand to her back and one to her chest, feeling her crackling lungs when she tried to inhale deeply, ending in a cough.

Lottie tilted her head back to look up at Evan, wheezing and tensing her shoulders to try and smother another cough. Her eyes were already watering from the need to cough and she looked paler than she had this morning when he left her. Just looking at his poorly girl made guilt rack up in Evan's stomach and sent him reeling.

"Alright baby, you need to have some medicine."

Evan pursed his lips as he glanced over his shoulder, catching sight of Hen, Bobby and Eddie all looking at him with smiles and nodding his way. They weren't going to help, only spectate.

He lifted Lottie up and set her down next to him so he could slide off the sofa and kneel down on the floor in front of her instead. She tucked her legs up beneath her and held onto her little legs, leaning back and forth as she continued to cough and croak. Her tiny button nose crinkled at the end and she shivered.

Her little eyes stayed closed for a few moments which was long enough for Evan to clip the inhaler into the spacer but once Lottie opened her eyes, she paled and leaned back.

"No! No daddy."

Evan predicted Lottie would try to swat at the spacer which was why he held it up above his head, out of her reach. He held his free hand out and gently grabbed her hand as he shook his head.

"Hey now, I thought you liked magic?"

"S'not magic. Nasty, don't want it,"

"It is magic because it will help you breathe better. Come on, be a big girl. Look, I can do it." Evan pretended to press the inhaler and pressed the spacer against his nose and mouth. The last thing he wanted was a deep breath of steroids he didn't need but he would happily play pretend if it got Lottie to go along with him.

He told her it was a toy when she first saw it and pretended to speak into it so she would do the same. But when he pressed the inhaler and she took a deep breath, it tickled her throat and made her chest ignite. It helped, she had enough air to scream at Evan and she didn't trust him after that. Every day since, Evan had to bribe her to try and use it and it was trial and error with her.

Lottie shook her head and leaned as far back into the sofa as she could until Evan reached his arm around her and pulled her back towards him.

"No!"

Eddie winced and hid his grimace behind his hands that were clasped together in front of his face. He could see the pain in Evan's eyes from this distance when Lottie tried to scream but all she ended up doing was slouching forward with a horrid gargling cough.

"Please babygirl? Come on, where's Lottie gone?" For a brief moment, Evan pressed the spacer near his eye, acting as if it was a binocular he was trying to look through.

That was enough encouragement for Lottie to lean closer, apprehension vivid in her eyes but when Evan asked where she was, curiosity got the better of her.

As quick as anything, Evan pressed the inhaler and puffed out his chest, trying to get Lottie to copy him and take a deep breath. He held his breath and puffed out his cheeks that curved into a grin when Lottie tried to breathe into the tube. Her eyes snapped closed and her small fingers scratched into Evan's arm as she tilted her chin down into her chest and squirmed. The deeper breath she took, the more her chest hurt and tickled and it felt like something was physically expanding her lungs for her.

But it helped. She coughed before taking a crackling breath and itching around in Evan's arm until she could push the spacer away. Her head flopped forward onto Evan's shoulder and she curled her arms around his bicep, clinging to him as she took deep breaths.

She felt his arm coil around her waist and his large hand engulfed her hip so he could pull her up into his chest while he kissed the back of her head.

"See? You're so brave. One more for me, just one more then you can go see Eddie, hmm?"

Evan balanced on his heels, feeling a pain burning in the back of his calves from crouching for so long, shifting from his toes to his heels. He kept his left arm around Lottie, holding her against his chest and shoulder and wrapped his right arm around his front until the spacer was near her face. He would gladly cuddle her and hold her close if she would try the spacer again. If he could get her to use it tonight before she went to bed it might help them both sleep better.

She tilted her head from side to side, grumbling and whimpering until Evan pressed the inhaler and held it as close to her nose and mouth as he could manage.

It didn't quite cover her mouth properly and Lottie clenched her hand around Evan's hand that held the spacer, preventing it from completely pressing into her face. She breathed as quickly as she could, inhaling half of the air she was supposed to from the spacer but it was enough for now.

"That's my baby, all done. Good girl," Evan placed the spacer down on the coffee table behind him before he scooped Lottie up in his arms and stood up.

He let her bury her face between his shoulder and chest and curl her legs around his broad chest. Her arms tightly cocooned around his neck until Evan had no choice but to lean forward or have his neck snapped. He kissed the top of her head and pressed his free hand to the back of her neck, smoothing his thumb up and down her cheek as he walked over towards the kitchen.

"See? Didn't I tell you she was brave?" Evan bounced her on his hip, raising a brow when Eddie reached forward to take her. He wasn't so eager when she was screaming but as soon as she returned to the little doe-eyed girl, Eddie was all for her.

"Hi Lottie-cake," Eddie kissed the top of her head, wearing a broad grin when she easily slid from Evan's arms and into his.

He missed having a toddler. He had missed out on a lot of Chris's early childhood and it had taken a lot of trial and error after Shannon left, but Eddie wouldn't have it any other way. Getting together with Evan and (Y/n) had been one of the best things to happen to Eddie. And he got another child in this new relationship. A little girl to spoil, which was exactly how everyone felt when they met Lottie.

"And she's asleep." Eddie wasn't sure whether he was insulted or proud as he looked down and realised her eyes were closed and she was breathing evenly into his neck. He could feel how croaky she was and little grumbles and huffs left her lips every now and then, but she seemed very settled.

"Can you stay like that for the rest of the day? Pretty please?" Evan slumped himself down onto the counter and ran his fingers through his hair while he looked lovingly over at his boyfriend.

Couldn't Eddie just stay at the station for the remainder of their shift and hold Lottie? If she was sleeping in his arms like that, she might just get a good rest and feel a bit better. She would wake up as soon as Eddie let her go and when she realised Maddie would be taking her home soon, she would start crying and screaming again.

"I wish. Go sweet-talk Cap and see what he says," A proud smile lit up Eddie's face and he leaned his hips back against the counter, smoothing his free hand through Lottie's mess of curls. He couldn't resist kissing her head and he started slowly swaying from side to side, lightly bouncing Lottie in the crook of his elbow to try and keep her settled and drifting off to sleep.

Evan knew one thing for certain, he wouldn't be at work for the rest of the week if she continued to be this sick.

***

Eddie hummed a quiet tune at the back of his throat to try and keep himself awake, but he could feel his eyelids flagging and his view of the bathroom was starting to blur and become obscured.

He coughed and let out a small grunt before he went back to humming and looked down at the little girl in his arms. Every few seconds, Eddie jostled his arms up and down, moving Lottie up and down while he kissed the back of her head and hummed into her hair.

He trailed his lips down to kiss her cheek and tilted his neck so he could check and see if she was still awake or not. She had suddenly gone rather quiet in his arms.

It had to be sometime around one in the morning.

This was the first time Evan, Lottie and (Y/n) were staying the night with Eddie and Chris. They were all moving in next week so they were doing a trial run for two nights to try and get the kids used to being under the same roof and see how things went.

The night would have gone a lot smoother if Lottie still wasn't down with a chest infection. She loved her room here which was almost finished and she had been so tired she fell asleep during the movie with them all in the living room. Evan put her to bed and every hour or so, one of them checked in on her.

The three of them actually managed to go to bed and get two hours sleep. Then Lottie woke up.

She had been crying and coughing so Eddie gave her some medicine but she suddenly started to croak and wheeze and then she could barely breathe. He had resorted to the bathroom to try something new. Eddie filled the sink with boiling water, put some vapour drops in the water, lathered Lottie in vapour cream to try and clear her airways. And now he was holding her over the sink, getting her to breathe in the steam to clear her chest.

He thought she would scream at him like she did with the inhaler, but the steam seemed to help straight away. Her coughing got worse but in a good way, it was deeper and allowed her to take proper breaths.

Almost twenty minutes Eddie had been doubled over the sink with Lottie in his arms and he felt like he could sleep standing up. But she was keeping him awake on his toes, if he stopped bouncing her in his arms for more than ten seconds, she would whine and bat at his hand to make him continue.

"Atta girl Lottie-cake." He spoke quietly, grinning when he realised she was asleep. Her head lolled onto his bicep and she snuffled, croaking as she dozed off in his arms.

As gently as he could, Eddie lifted her and turned her around in his arms until she was settled on his chest. Her head fell just beneath his chin and she slumped against his upper chest with her palm pressed over his collar bone. Eddie left the sink full and turned off the light, he was too tired to deal with it now when he could tidy up in the morning. After they all got some sleep.

"You can come sleep with us," Eddie kissed the top of her head and made his way to his room. He knew what would happen if he put Lottie down. She wasn't fully asleep yet and if he woke her whilst trying to put her in her own bed, she would start to cry. It would be easier to let her stay with them tonight and try her in her new room again tomorrow.

When Eddie padded back into his room, he carefully eased himself back down onto the bed, making sure Lottie stayed motionless against his chest. He laid out on his back next to (Y/n), inhaling slowly to adjust to the new weight on his chest. Lottie snuggled up until her head was pressed right beneath his chin near his Adam's apple and her arms secured around his neck to keep him close as if he was going to try and escape.

A smile worked its way onto his face when (Y/n) pressed her face up into his shoulder and draped her leg over his, rubbing her foot against his lower leg.

"Goodnight,"

***

"Come on, breakfast is ready!"

Evan jolted forward when a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders and nudged him until he moved off balance. His eyes snapped open and he gasped as he rolled from his side and onto Eddie's chest, promptly scaring his partner awake in the process.

"Breakfast!" Chris whined again, nudging Evan until he groaned and ran a hand up and down his face to try and wake himself up.

"W-what time is it?"

"Where's Lottie?" Evan pressed a hand against Eddie's chest and pushed himself up until he could sit up in bed. He ran his fingers through his hair while he looked around the bedroom. Early in the morning he remembered Eddie going to check on Lottie so he and (Y/n) didn't have to and an hour after that, Eddie found Lottie snuggled in bed with them.

Every now and then when she coughed, Evan had reached out to rub his hand up and down her back or kiss her temple if he could reach her. She had climbed over all three of them, moving between who she wanted to lay with.

When Evan's words sank in, Eddie's hands moved to his chest that suddenly felt light and empty. Lottie kept coming back to lay on him during the night, he hadn't realised she had left the room. And so had (Y/n).

"They're making breakfast."

"Alright, we're coming," Eddie pushed up, stretched his arms above his head and climbed out of bed behind Evan. It seemed like the girls had gotten up and got breakfast sorted while the rest of them stayed in bed. Chris's hair was all over the place and he was still in his pyjamas.

A grin took over Evan's features when he padded into the kitchen, still rubbing his hands over his eyes to wake himself up.

There was Lottie, perched on the kitchen counter beside the fridge, a teddy in her arms and (Y/n) stood beside her with a spatula in hand and plates of food all served up around her.

"Morning girls, what are we making?" Evan wrapped an arm around (Y/n)'s waist and reeled her into his side like a fish on a hook. His bare chest pressed up into her back and he tucked his face into her neck, pressing a tender kiss there just to feel her shiver against him.

His free hand moved out to cup Lottie's chin and he brushed his thumb across her cheek, smiling when she grinned up at him.

"Bacon and eggs."

"Buck… aren't you forgetting something?" A smirk flooded Eddie's face as he picked Chris up for a morning hug and leaned across to put the kettle on to make some coffee. He watched his partner tilt his head and frown in confusion that mixed in with tiredness.

Reaching out, Eddie grabbed the spacer and inhaler from the counter and waved it over at him. He grinned when Evan's jaw slacked and his shoulders slumped before he dropped his face back into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck and curled around her like he was pretending to disappear.

Morning and evening, Lottie needed to be encouraged to use the spacer until her infection cleared and she wouldn't let anyone but Evan use it.

He smiled shyly into (Y/n)'s neck when she turned her head to press a gentle, wet kiss to his forehead. They all knew he needed to be more awake and alert if he was going to bribe his daughter to take her inhaler. Breakfast would have to come first to ensure he woke up.

He was glad they all had the next three days off together.

[maitanii]

TOKYO REVENGERS INSTAGRAM HEADCANONS

an: missed me? I'm back with more shitty headcanons :*

MIKEY

— He likes to post the cringiest stories that you've ever seen on Instagram. You know the Facebook memes that old women post on Instagram? Yeah, that kind of thing.

— The only comments that he receives are Baji's emojis (🤣🤣🤣🤣)

— His feed is made of photos of the Toman founders and blurry photos of his bike.

— He doesn't use Instagram to flirt. He, in fact, doesn't know how to flirt.

DRAKEN

— He doesn't really post anything. Sometimes Emma tags him on a story and he re-posts it, but that's it.

— His feed is made of two photos: one of his bike and one in a mirror with Emma.

— He comments on every single Toman member post with "🔥🔥" or "lol".

BAJI

—Technology grandma.

—He posts 1715 stories per day, and all of them are the same blurry pic of Peke J.

— Feed full of photos. Some better some worse.

— Sometimes he'll post a question sticker, but he doesn't know how to answer them.

— He really tries to flirt through DM's. (Key word: tries)

— One time, a fake profile commented on one of his photos saying "You're HOT 🔥💋 Want to meet🔥?" and he tried to talk to them. Mitsuya is still laughing about it.

CHIFUYU

— Average Instagram user.

— Cute selfies of him and Peke J. Some random cafeteria. Photos of Toman reunions.

—His feed is empty but he does have his stories organized.

— He has flirted more than once through DM's.

— He mostly uses Insta to send memes to Kazutora and Takemichi. I would say Baji but Baji literally doesn't get memes.

KAZUTORA

— Now, this one.

— Feed empty. No profile picture. Stories are made of sad songs and question stickers of "someone wants to talk". Chifuyu answers to them every single time. Baji just goes to his house.

— He has a meme account.

— DM king.

— He also sends Chifuyu screenshots of Mikey's stories. They have loads of inside jokes with them.

MITSUYA

—Inmaculate feed. Best photographer.

— He usually posts photos of Hakkai modeling his designs, Luna and Mana, cups of coffee and his bike.

— His feed doesn't have a lot of photos, but they're enough to know about him and his past.

— He doesn't flirt through DM's.

— He also sends DRAKEN screenshots of Mikey's posts.

HAKKAI

—Instagram king.

— He's a model. What else should I say.

— Whenever he gets tagged by Yuzuha, he reposts the story.

—His feed is made of his professional photos.

— DM's for business enquires.

PAH CHIN AND PEH YAN

—These two come together.

— They have an account "for entrepreneurs" where they share pixelated pictures of "wise advice".

— Bitcoin bros.

— Comment on every single Elon Musk posts with " you're right bro🔥🔥🔥"

SANZU

— His profile pic is a cat.

— Private account with a few followers. Not that he cares about that.

— His feed is made of 2 photos, and both of them are from 5 years ago. One of them is with Mikey (Retrica effect included) and the other one is a cheese cake.

— His stories are quite pleasant to see, he's a good photographer.

HAITANI RAN

— ...

— Instagram king wannabe.

— His feed is made of amazing photos. He's beautiful and he knows how to get his features to shine.

— His stories... debatable.

— He tries to make himself to look interesting. And maybe it works with some people. But not with his acquaintances. Rindou always answers to his stories with "🔥🔥 so deep bro🔥🔥" while he's laughing with his friends behind the screen.

— King of flirting though DM's tho.

HAITANI RINDOU

—Gymbro

—Shares inspirational videos from TikTok and gym photos on his stories.

— Feed with a few photos, but not empty. Some are with his brother and some from parties. Quite aesthetic.

—Doesn't really use DM's.

INUI

—Is not interested in social media, but has an account because Koko told him he needed one for his business.

—He doesn't post stories, only photos of bikes on his feed.

—Once he posted one of himself with a bike and all the comments were "bro is beautiful".

—Koko follows him with a fake profile.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

don’t know if you’ve already shared (or if you wouldn’t like to) but i’d love to hear about your resolutions and goals for this year!

Hi so sorry for how late this is!! I have quite a few!

Ins —

Being more decisive. Trusting myself w calling the shots. Just making a decision and sticking w it.

Financial literacy

More reading. Just more.

Attacking things I’m uncomfortable with instead of shying away from them.

More silence. I don’t need to have my earphones in all the time

More time w family!!! I need to put in as much effort to connect w them as I do w my friends

Green tea every night

More pictures. I have a serious problem of just not being incentivized to take any

More scientific literature for fun!!

Piggybacking off that point—making it instinctive to apply things I study to real life situations. This is a niche one but it just helps me process stuff faster and I just think it’s a super dope learning technique

Pushing myself harder. It’s just not my preference to be mediocre.

Nourishing myself w my own affirmations. Cutting out my need for other people’s validation

Educational documentaries

Making more of an effort to connect w my Arab heritage

Being my natural self. It’s okay if I’m not bubbly all the time. Sometimes I just want to chill

Whole foods

Less phone time (I say this every year but like I want 2024 to be the year I’m truly disconnected/using my phone in a healthy way)

Body oils!

More tennis dates w friends!

10k steps a day

Sticking religiously to my hour by hour schedule

Keeping promises to myself as ardently as I keep promises to others

Being more bold w fashion!!

Hitting the gym 5 days a week

Reading more literature in Arabic and French

Learning how to cook. I cannot live off Siggi’s for the rest of my life lol

Exploring more music genres

Learning the piano!!

No longer feeling guilty for withholding information. Privacy is not a bad thing.

Getting more and more independent!!

Becoming the friend I want to be. Other people need to show up as well, but I can’t hold people up to standards I myself can’t reach.

Outs —

Centralizing luxury brands. Thinking that price equates to quality. The fact of the matter is quality equates to quality. Price is irrelevant.

Relying on snap judgment responses to situations. I need to learn to wait at least 15 minutes. I can be impulsive asf

Jumpiness. Nervous energy. I just want to be more calm and controlled in how I carry myself. I want to exude self-assuredness

Checking my phone first thing in the morning!!

Drinking less than 3 liters of water a day

Being available all the fucking time. If someone has an issue w me for being busy, maybe they’re not someone I want in my life in the first place.

Being too forgiving. Not immediately allowing someone back into my life doesn’t make me a bitch. Immediately running to fix things w someone doesn’t make me selfless. Being the bigger person in situations where I was nowhere near in the wrong doesn’t make me mature. It’s just symptomatic of a lack of boundaries.

Consuming dumb shit in the name of “keeping up w pop culture.” I don’t care about celebrity controversy #7282727. I don’t care about celebrity selfie #827226. It doesn’t elevate my life in any way. I legit just don’t care. And this goes for real life gossip w friends too

Taking too long to text back!! A day is fine, but sometimes I take longer and I think that’s a shitty trait to have. I can absolutely afford to respond to people faster.

Too much chocolate!! I’m a sweet tooth but I must preserve my skin/overall health

Motivation over discipline. I need to be attuned to discipline always.

Control freak antics. I can’t control people. It’s not my responsibility. They’ll act how they act. All I can do is control my reaction to it

Rumination/unhealthy venting. When I’m done w something, I’m done w something.

Overcompensating for other people’s shortcomings. It’s not my responsibility to coddle others. It’s okay if something is too much for me.

Having no boundaries w others. People aren’t entitled to private information. It doesn’t make me deceptive to withhold things—it just makes me selective. People need to earn private details about me.

Curating things I like. I simply like what I like. It’s not that deep.

[igncrxntripley]

haters gonna hate

Synopsis: Y/N and Damian confirm their relationship online, and he makes her feel better after reading mean comments. 

tags: age gap, fem!reader, top!damian, fingering, grinding, NSFW 18+

A/N: take this to hold you over while i work on more poly!judgement day LMAOOOO

Being in a relationship with a WWE superstar wasn’t easy; schedules never matched, travel was always interrupting the regular flow of the relationship, and it was hard to work on intimacy. Damian wanted nothing more than to be with someone who understood what his job was but he had little to no luck over the years. Y/n felt the same way as a young superstar in her twenties, wanting the same experiences with dating as other people her age but having no luck given how often she was on the road. 

Damian and Y/N met while in NXT together and connected over their shared thoughts about the difficulties in maintaining a personal life. But they both loved it and wouldn’t trade it for the world, and they bonded over so many other things besides their jobs. It was just easy to be around Damian, so as the years went on and they moved up to the main roster at the same time their relationship only developed from there. Fans speculated there was something between them but no one had confirmed it, until Damian and Y/N talked it over and decided it was the right time to come clean. 

They both posted the same pictures on their Instagram - a recent mirror selfie of the two of them at home before going to the gym. Damian’s arm was around Y/N’s waist and they were cuddled quite close together, Y/N wearing some of Damian’s merch to almost confirm even more what was going on between them. Her caption was a simple heart emoji, and Damian’s was more elaborate; Life is a little sweeter with you in it, mi princesa. 

It didn’t take long at all for fans to run wild with the information, and it felt good for them to finally be in the loop as to what was going on. But for every good comment there was a bad one, and Y/N spent so much time hyperfixating on trolls who didn’t know anything about her and Damian’s relationship that she stopped enjoying this period of bliss. Sure he was older than her, but why should it matter? They both cared about one another and they were happy, so why couldn’t people on social media leave them alone? 

“Mi amor, I’m home.” Damian said as he came back from the gym to see Y/N in bed, sadness written all over her face as she stared at her phone and he knew immediately what she was doing. “Baby, what did I tell you?” he scolded softly, sitting next to her in bed and gently taking the phone away from her. “You’re still reading comments?”

Y/N sniffled and wiped her eyes, trying to make herself stop before she got even more upset. “They’re just so mean,” she said softly. “All we did was post one picture, and people feel like they know what’s best for us.” Damian frowned and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. “And guess what? They’ll never know what’s best for us, and that’s okay.” He said softly. “What we do is our business, and I refuse to let stupid comments from stupid people on the internet affect us.” He kissed the top of your head and gently rubbed your back. “We knew this might happen when we made everything public. Now we just have to prove them wrong.”

Damian was right, and Y/N knew that. But it didn’t make the hate comments on their posts any less mean. She looked up at him with a small pout and gave a small nod. “You’ll beat them up for me?” She asked and it made Damian chuckle. “I’ll beat every last one of them up.” He confirmed before giving her a gentle kiss. Now that he knew his girl was upset, he was committed to making her feel better and forget about all of the awful things she was reading on social media. Damian needed to make sure she knew he wanted her, so after the first kiss he continued to press his lips to Y/N’s in passionate yet gentle kisses. After a few moments she adjusted her body so she was straddling him and sitting in his lap, and her arms were wrapped around her man’s broad shoulders. 

“Let me show you that you’re mine, mi amor.” Damian whispered against her lips, his large hands gripping her hips as she made herself comfortable in his lap. Y/N gave a small smile against his lips and played with his hair as she began to move her hips in small circles. The smallest touches could make her go crazy with Damian, and he wasn’t making it any easier as his kisses moved to her neck and chest. “Please…” She whispered. “I need it.”

His girl’s words made Damian kick things up a notch. He held her hips and coaxed them into continuing to move against his cock. “Tell daddy what you want me to do to you, mi princesa.” She shivered as he spoke in Spanish, something that only added to Y/N’s arousal. “I want you to ruin me,” she started. “I want you to show me who I belong to.” She couldn’t help but grin as she moaned and Damian flipped them over on the bed. He wasted no time once he was on top of her and pulled down her shorts and underwear. “You’re so perfect,” he mumbled against her lips while her own hands started to pull his sweats down. “I’m gonna make sure the neighbors know you’re mine.”

Y/N smiled up at him as her hand wrapped around his length to tease him. “I want everyone to know I’m yours.” She whined once his fingers started to tease her, almost trying to get her to beg for him. “Please, papi…” Her words were enough for Damian to push himself into her and he started to thrust, his large hands holding her cheeks as they watched each other. “You’re mine, amor. All mine.” Damian making love to her was enough for Y/N to forget about anything that had happened earlier in the day; he just knew how to make her feel beautiful and loved, even when they weren’t being sexual with one another. But moments like these? Where he worshiped her body and made her feel beautiful when others couldn’t? She knew he was the one. 

He held Y/N close as they finished together and kissed her again, interlocking their hands next to her head and not even daring to pull out just yet. “Mine.” Damian whispered. And that had never been more clear.

[octuscle]

Can you transform my life into Zac Ansley’s?

The interesting thing about influencers is that they often don't do one thing at all: Influence things or people. Take this young, handsome man with this incredibly toned body. He has a staggering 1.3 million followers. How many of them have anything like his body? And how many only use his Instagram profile to secretly jerk off in the loo during their lunch break? The ratio is probably 10 to 1.2 million or so…

You're no exception, let's be honest… You have a little paunch, your favorite pastime is eating chips on the sofa while watching series on Netflix with one eye open. And watching Zac's new fitness videos with the other eye. Have you ever seriously thought about copying one of his exercises? Even getting into a barrel of ice-cold water? Buying any of the nutritional supplements he advertises? Actually, the answer is three times no. And at the age of 42, you probably won't change a thing…

You wipe your greasy fingers from the chips on your dirty wifebeater. And start wanking your puny cock. But maybe it was a beer or two too many. A few minutes later, you're lying on the sofa, snoring.

Zac gets up at 06:00 in the morning. You want to top that. The alarm clock is set for 05:45. And even if it takes some effort: By 06:00, you've eaten your high-protein muesli and you're on your way to the gym. Inspired by Zac's training plan, you start your chest workout. Shit, you're really out of shape. But no master has fallen from the sky. As you wipe the sweaty hair from your forehead after a really strenuous workout, you have the feeling that your receding hairline is getting better… And is the hair that grows back blonde?

You get lots of compliments at work. Have you lost weight? That your skin looks much better. A colleague even whistles after you and says with a grin, "Nice ass, buddy!" During your lunch break, you heat up your chicken and rice in the microwave and drink a large protein shake with it. And you cancel your colleagues' plans to go to the pub after work. You can make better use of your time. So you go to the gym and make sure your ass is even tighter.

Get up at 05:00, have breakfast, walk to the gym with your rucksack on your back and get your muscles burning. You can't imagine any other way to start the day. And your more than 12K followers are craving new selfies of you on the weight bench or posing in front of the mirror in the locker room.

At the office, you have the image of a fitness nerd. Even though you've been working out for an hour and a half, you're one of the first people in the office, you're always perfectly dressed and your hair is always in perfect condition. No one can remember the last time you were sick. And quite a few people think that, at just 38 years old, you only have your perfect body to thank for your position as division manager. Okay, there are also rumors about the size of your cock and that it also helped you climb the career ladder.

During lunch (chicken, rice and brocolli) you go live and give a few nutrition tips. You let your pecs dance under your tight shirt. If all goes well, you'll break the 25K followers barrier today.

At 6 p.m., your Indian intern knocks on the door. He has already swapped his suit for workout clothes. He asks if you're ready and if you can go to training. You tell him that you only need ten more minutes and that he should close the door behind him. A damp stain forms in his pants.

05:00 a.m. First, the obligatory Instagram check. Yes! The one million mark has been broken! There's actually no time for this in your routine, but you have to wank your morning wood. To celebrate the day. But then you quickly have breakfast and go to the gym, the first post has to be out at 06:00, you have to keep your followers in line.

When your team shows up for the new YouTube videos, you're really pumped. Just like your fans love you. "Lads, lasses, hoy! Today we're gan te mek yor triceps an' chest proper radge!" Hey, you are a proper lad from Northumberland. You talk the way you talk. Most of your followers like you for not speaking nasal Oxford English.

05:00 p.m., end of the day at the gym. The video turned out great. You've fed Instagram with a new reel. You're on your way to an interview with Status Fitness Magazine. And then you have to go to a swimwear shoot. It's going to be another damn long day. Not bad for someone who was told by the doctor just 12 years ago that you urgently need to get your act together if you don't want to die with a fatty liver. But damn, you've got your act together. And you did it damn well!

[10nantscompanion]

In case you were thinking of getting a bubble or fromm subscription:

here's how the idol's I am or was subscribed to text

ateez:

Seonghwa:

seonghwa loml

he usually texts quite often!!

he's a very quick typer, so even though he's not online for long periods of time he still talks A LOT.

he talks very cutesy and slangy so - as a Korean learner - I sometimes have a hard time understanding him, but I feel like I've kinda gotten used to it by now haha I've definitely learned a lot of new words talking to him

sometimes he goes live on toktoq after being online on fromm 🥺

Yunho:

I've only just subscribed to him yesterday but he was online today so... I can give somewhat of a feedback I guess???

yunho talks a lot less cutesy than seonghwa does, so I can understand him quite well lol

was online for a longer period than seonghwa usually is, but he took his time typing his messages, giving me more time to think of a reply

OH

I've been telling him "goodbye" "see you later" "have a nice day" for... idk like 10 minutes until he actually left. HE SEEMED LIKE HE WAS GONNA LEAVE FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT BUT EVERYTIME I SAID GOODBYE HE CAME UP WITH NEW THINGS TO TALK ABOUT LOL

oh

while writing this post he went online again

TO SEND

THIS

San:

I didn't have him for long cause he was always online at inconvenient times (usually around 4 or 5 am where I live) so I kept missing him :(

he's funny though!!! especially when he talks about forcing seonghwa to workout with him lol

I learned some verb endings from him that I didn't know before

can't really say much about the way he talks cause I kept missing him

I do love him 3000 though

Taemin:

lots of selfies!!! and when I say lots I mean LOTS!! mainly gym, taxi and bed selfies

also a lot of cat content!!! (very worth it imo)

doesn't text a lot but he "calls" A LOT (so basically lots of video and voice live streams) sometimes even daily!!!

Xdinary Heroes

Gaon:

usually texts everyday but mostly just 1-3 messages a day

however sometimes he's online for an hour or so!! he's very cute!! (gets shy when he's being complimented haha)

he likes to take photos while taking walks!!! he also sends selfies pretty regularly!!

he barely ever sends voice messages though!! I think he sent like 1 during the last year lol

O.de:

SO MANY SELFIES

daily selfies!!!

doesn't text a lot but he does go online daily!! (maybe it's different now I've only had him for a few months a year ago or so)

Jooyeon:

not online regularly BUT when he's online he sends a lot of voice messages of him singing!!

he also likes to send goofy photos lol

skz

Chan:

barely online BUT he translates everything he says which is very cute!!!

he's as delusional as we are lol

LeeKnow

doesn't talk a lot BUT is online almost everyday!!

CAT CONTENT!!!!! (=^･ω･^=)

likes to send tiny LOUD voice messages

loves to take pictures of his food at very unflattering, unappetizing angles lol

Hyunjin:

phew

I've only had him for a month or so a year ago

sends quite a lot of pictures which is cool!!

online almost everyday but only sends a few messages

Felix:

sometimes online multiple times a day

occasionally won't be online for days or weeks though

BUT WHEN HE'S ONLINE he's online for hours lol

sends his entire camera roll

lots of voice messages (usually in Korean and English)

sometimes does song covers and asmr

lots of good night voice memos with kisses hehe

he's very silly and asks you to do aegyo in exchange for photos

he can be pretty sentimental at times too which is very cute!

[dreadsuitsamus]

U Got It Bad | Kensei Muguruma x Reader |

author's note: i'm testing the waters here. this is a modified version of one of my personal selfship writings i've done, and i've changed it up into a reader insert rather than the kensei x ellie story it originally was. i am very tentative about this lol but i figured i should at least try it. this is an au, and if you have any questions feel free to ask! it's based heavily on my own imaginings, obviously, and there are many details not mentioned as this is part of a series of events i've already written. it's inspired by the song u got it bad by usher, as that is mine and kensei's song

pairing: kensei x fem!reader

warnings: au, first date, mentions of sexy selfies but that's as nsfw as it gets, fluff

When Kensei wakes up on an early Saturday morning, he begins his normal routine of breakfast and prepping his protein shake. And as he sits down to eat, he checks his text messages and snorts softly as there's a new one you sent to him just a few hours ago. That alone is the difference between you both, he thinks. He's up early at five a.m., and you were up late at three a.m.

He likes you, he truly does! How could he not? You're mischievous and witty, not to mention quite cute, an extreme flirt, and sexy too! He hasn't seen you since that night at the bar when you ‘met’, but he turned on just a bit of his charm to get a picture of you to ‘refresh his memory' the day after he got that napkin with your name and number scribbled onto it.

Now, did he use it with intentions of maybe getting a sexy picture? Yes, yes he did.

He's not exactly proud of it, but he did get what he wanted! Your mirror selfie of you in a tiny robe had Kensei's mouth practically watering at the image of your gorgeous legs, and the cleavage naturally drew his eye as well! Your friends chided you when you showed them the picture that you'd sent him, but with the encouraging words of a particularly wonderful friend, there was no room for any shame in your heart. Plus, Kensei’s opinion and returned selfie certainly boosted that confidence. He was at the gym at the time and took a perfect picture just as he finished his shower! Towel around his waist and no shirt to be found, with that silver hair all mussed and that wet body—

Though that's when you admitted to him that you are, in fact, a virgin, and God if that didn't shake Kensei to his core. Beyond the how the hell has nobody ever fucked you senseless part of it, it's a stark realization of the maturity difference between you. You may only be four years apart in age, but when you were fourteen, Kensei was eighteen! He was in the military for a year at that point! It makes him feel weird.

Twenty-one and twenty-five is different than that, though the playing field between you still isn't exactly even. He's a grown man with the PTSD to show for his military tenure, and he's in college with a full time job under his belt. You're a young college girl who still has her bright eyes!

Gorgeous, glittery eyes that is…

Kensei shakes his head and opens up the text, snorting at the contents.

stop being stubborn and give me your saturday night!!!!! 😤

He can't fight the smile that pulls his lips. You've been talking for about a month now and have been prodding him to take you on a date for weeks. Kensei's been on dates, but he's never really been on one he liked or ultimately wanted to be on. To say he's had girlfriends in the past isn't a complete overstatement of the relationship status, but they were ultimately never anybody he'd consider taking home to his mother.

He thinks it's cute how badly you want to go out with him though. And he's run through all of his go-to excuses by now, and if he wanted to he could probably find another… But he doesn't find himself wanting to do all that. It's been a while since he's had some fun and his classes and job keep him busy and stressed, so why not take a pretty girl on a date? It'll certainly only be the one date, that's for sure. You're far too precious for his usual tricks, and he's not sure he should be the one to take your virginity. You should save yourself for someone special, like you said you wanted to when he asked why you hadn't taken that step yet.

Send me your address and I'll pick you up at eight o’clock tonight.

Kensei laughs out loud when you text him back within a handful of seconds, quickly typing another message out. Get some rest. You want my Saturday night, you're getting the whole night.

fiiiiiiine. but tell me this first— what color dress should i wear?

Ken hums thoughtfully. That black dress you wore at the bar was so sexy... But he'd really love to see you in something red.

And the thrill that runs through him when he picks you up and lays eyes on you has him lit up from head to toe. Not even his wildest dreams could have prepared him for just how good you look for him. Red dress, as requested, matching stilettos, and a fresh gel pedicure with shiny red nails, gold jewelry and shiny lips that just scream vanilla cupcake lip gloss…

You have so much fun together that the night’s come to a close before you've even realized it. You had dinner, took a walk, bar hopped… And Kensei can't keep himself from willing the clock to slow down, just a bit. This is your one date he agreed to… But as he watches you sing Mr. Brightside with a vodka cranberry in one hand and a chicken tender in the other, he just can't stop thinking about more.

More time together. More dates. More… Everything.

Two a.m. rolls around and the last bar you stopped in closes, and Kensei takes you back home then. The ride to your apartment building, which isn't too far away from his own, is the quietest it's been between you the whole night. You've sobered up quite a bit, thanks to Kensei ordering regular cranberry juice for the last three drinks you asked for. Humming along to the music on the radio, soon Kensei’s parking the car and coming around to the passenger side. He's slow, savoring the final moments of the best date he's ever been on. Casually yet boldly slipping his hand in yours as you walk inside and to the elevator, you carefully rest your head on his arm as you head up to your floor.

Glancing up at him and smiling warmly, your eyes sparkle. “Thank you for tonight, Kensei. I had so much fun.”

God, he's melting. “Me too.”

“I told you you would! We could've done this weeks ago!” You laugh, and Kensei just shakes his head. It wouldn't have been this perfect any other time but now, he thinks.

You gradually approach the door to your apartment, and you stop before him and squeeze his hands. “Goodnight. Get home safe, okay? You better text me!”

“I will, I will.” Kensei murmurs. How the hell does he cut this one off? Can he?

Your hand gently slips to the back of his neck as you get on your tiptoes to place a sweet kiss on his cheek, your red lipstick leaving behind a perfect stain, the gloss on top making it shiny and even more obvious. Swiping your thumb over his jaw, you go to turn towards the door to unlock it. Kensei cups your face, though, with one of those large palms, pressing a soft kiss to your temple first. And next thing he knows, he's in the car that smells like your perfume and is on his way home.

The first song to play as he leaves the parking lot feels like a bullet to his chest, and he finds himself looking in his rearview a little too often, just to see that gorgeous proof of your kiss on his skin.

You got it, you got it bad.

[swissboyhisch]

Fun Shenanigans

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mcdavid97: She may be annoying but I love her❤️ || 📷: yourbestie tagged: yourinsta

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yourbestie: My photo, yes. But couple goals! And now you can't argue with me cause it's official!

stephlechance: Why so cute?! Couple goals ❤️❤️

user: I wish I had a relationship like them ❤️

user: I want a boyfriend like Connor 😍😍😍 His smile when he looks at her is precious ❤️

yourinsta: I love you too Con ❤️❤️❤️ Is it time to work out though?

mcdavid97: let's go

user: she works out too?

yourbestie: they always work out together! It's quite cute.

user: Happy. Happy. Happy.

user: Couple goals. I want to be like them.

clairefaye: of course 😒😒

user: anyone feel like their theme song is I'm Lost Without You by Blink-182

user: agreed

yourinsta: they're my favourite band, also one of my favourite songs 😍

zstrome: aren't you supposed to be at the gym yourinsta

user: oh zstrome caught you out

yourinsta: We are on our way to the gym, Con is driving username zstrome

user: This couple never fails to make my life seem boring 😂

dylstrome19: have fun weirdo gym couple! You can get sweaty while I'm gauging on chips on my couch watching Disney

user: DYlan 😂😂😂

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mcdavid97: I'm proud of my girl doing the sport she loves so much! This is a selfie I received (while I was at training) when she got ready to go to karate, training for the Olympics in 2020, Japan. tagged: yourinsta

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user: SHE DOES KARATE!

tess.caldon: Won't be repping USA together 😭😭

yourinsta: I'm sorry tess.caldon!!! I'll be repping Canada if I do go 😭

username: what belt? Has she represented a country before?

yourbestie: 3rd dan black belt. She has also first represented USA when she was 14 and has continued to represent her Dojo, State and Country.

user: wasn't she just in Ireland?

yourinsta: yes, I was just in Ireland for the World Championships just before I moved to Canada!

yoursis: Proud older sister here!

cammcdavid: Proud. Proud. Proud.

user: OMG I WAS THERE! MY SISTER COMPETED AGAINST YOU. HOW DID I NOT REALISE IT WAS YOU?! YOU ARE SO GOOD AT KARATE! YOUR KUMITE (free fighting) IS SO GOOD AND YOUR KATA IS IMPECIBLE! SHE IS THE CURRENT WORLD CHAMPION!

user: world champion?!

oscardaniels: she has been the reigning champion for a few years now

user: 😍😍😍😍

user: mcdavid97 will you go to support her?

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[man-in-the-mirror]

A Secret Love

Rebecca and Nicki were best friends. They met during their freshmen year when they both made it on the college cheerleading team at University of Austin Texas. Rebecca being the taller more built of the two was always a base and Nicki being tiny and light one, was a flier; so they paired up perfectly. Rebecca was always the quieter one of the duo, more academically oriented than Nicki. Nicki on the other hand was the Yin to Rebecca’s Yang. Nicki was outgoing and loved to party. Nicki always had a boyfriend or fling at the ready all the way through college and on. As boyfriends came and went, Nicki and Rebecca were inseparable through and through. Rebecca was never really into dating and was more focused on her studies and getting a great career. It has now been 3 years since they graduated from university and despite the fact that they both pursued different careers, they hang out regularly. They would get lunch several times a week, go out bar hopping, and work out together at the gym in their neighborhood. Nicki recently having broken up with one of her boyfriends was now back to being single and hopefully finding the man that would finally be her better half. Rebecca never really liked any of Nicki’s boyfriends because she knew Nicki was always too good for them. Nicki however, now had her eye on a new guy. His name was Evan Cavaretta. 

Evan was new to Texas and everyone there knew it. For starters, the accent was quite obvious that he was an outsider. He came from the United Kingdom just a few months prior, to escape the dreary winters and seek a fresh start since he divorced his now ex-wife Carly. Evan, by the grace of great providence from family wealth did not need to work, so he had the luxury of focusing on his personal passions, and moving away from home with no consequence. Evan loved working out and making sure he looked good. He modeled sporadically in his spare time in addition to traveling the world and exploring what it had to offer. However, he was seeking a little more “me-time” to reflect and recover from his very rocky divorce away from his family and everyone he knew. On the outside, he was a quiet, brooding handsome god of a man who appeared to have it all. Inside, he was broken and just a shell of his former self. So Evan would just go to the gym almost everyday and focus on getting enough endorphins to make him feel alive again. Despite being a newcomer to Austin, Evan didn’t feel compelled to branch out and make new friends. He wasn’t interested in dating again. He just wanted to get by, quietly. At the gym, there was this petite dark-haired girl that would always stare at him and try to start conversation with him. She would come in several days a week with whom Evan could only assume was her best friend. Evan wasn’t the slightest bit interested in either of them, so he kept his interactions with them brief and no more than small talk. He would just work out and take mirror selfies to document his progress as he always has.

Rebecca was growing tired of watching Nicki try and throw herself at this guy at the gym in the most non-obvious, yet obvious way. Rebecca was in love with Nicki. This was a secret she kept locked up inside since the night they drunkenly kissed after Cheer Nationals in Daytona during freshmen year. Rebecca knew Nicki would never be into her, considering how boy-crazy she was. So she decided this was a secret she would just have to keep and take to her grave. Besides, she was more focused on getting perfect grades in college than pursuing any type of legitimate romantic endeavor. Plus, being friends with Nicki seemed like it would be enough. As the years passed, gradually it began to seem like friendship wouldn’t be enough for Rebecca. The summer after college graduation, Rebecca went on a three-week solo trip through South America to give herself space from Nicki and to try and reground herself. While passing through the Amazon, Rebecca eventually confided in her guide, an Amazonian local named Paz, about her crush on Nicki. After all, who on earth would Paz tell. Paz understood Rebecca’s pain and empathized with her. One night, Paz told Rebecca of a solution she think might help. She told Rebecca to keep an open mind, but it might sound crazy. Paz explained to Rebecca she was a witch, of some sort, seventh generation in her family. She gave Rebecca a totem necklace and a potion for a very macabre ritual. "This potion is very dangerous because it can only be used once,” said Paz “and once you drink this potion you must complete the ritual. If you don’t complete the ritual, you will be doomed to wander the earth as a lost spirit stuck in purgatory.” Rebecca didn’t really understand what Paz meant by that. “This potion will free you from the shackles of being mortal. You will become a spirit and your physical body will no longer exist.” Paz explained further. “So basically it turns me into a ghost?” asked Rebecca. “Yes, but once you do it, your body will be gone forever, you will have to complete the rest of the ritual.” answered Paz, “You will need to keep this necklace on you and then in your spirit form, you can enter the body of a man that captures your beloved friend’s infatuation.” Rebecca could not believe what she was hearing. Complete and utter bullshit she thought to herself. But out of respect for Paz, Rebecca took the gifts and held on to them, never to be used.

It had been several years since Rebecca received those gifts from the witch in the Amazon, and she had always been skeptical, yet apprehensive to use them. Being stuck as a doomed spirit to wander the Earth sounded terrifying, but possessing one of the bodies of the losers that Nicki had dated the past three years seemed somehow equally as worse. However things were different now. Rebecca liked the mystery this Evan guy exuded. She liked his accent and would practice it when she was in the comfort of her apartment all alone. She studied his workouts at the gym and would contemplate whether that was a life she wanted to live. He drove a couple nice cars; a Lamborghini SUV and a Bentley convertible. She only knew this because she truly had to study him to see if he was finally worth the risk. Rebecca longed for Nicki to look at her the same way she would eat Evan up with her eyes. The time was now and after three long years Rebecca decided it was time to do the ritual because she could no longer go on feeling the wanton for Nicki like she did, even if it meant she would have to risk being a ghost doomed to a bleak eternity just roaming Earth. “I’m moving to Peru.” Rebecca told Nicki while jogging on the treadmill at the gym. “I’m sorry, what?! You’re joking, right?” Nicki replied, completely flabbergasted at the shocking information Rebecca shared. “Nope, the company offered me a great promotion at their office in Peru, they liked that I’m familiar with the area and the language and offered me a huge raise to relocate.” Rebecca elaborated, “there was no way I could turn the opportunity down.” Nicki went on to lament to Rebecca about how upset she was that she was moving away, while also expressing happiness for her success. Rebecca, knew it was a lie, in fact she quit her job just that morning. But that’s the way she would open the doors for her disappearing forever without anyone wondering what happened to her. Rebecca was an only child, her mom died when she was nine years old, and she hasn’t spoken to her father much since she up and left for college. No one would wonder she went. Several days had passed and Rebecca packed up her apartment and put all her belongings into a storage unit. A storage unit that hopefully a new Evan would be able to access to visit a former life. Rebecca said goodbye to Nicki and began the ritual once the sun went down. She recited some words scrawled on a paper wrapped around the potion bottle, placed the totem necklace around her head and took the liquid down quickly like a shot of tequila, only tequila tasted better. This particular mini-beverage tasted like burnt-sage infused into a citrus bleach. Rebecca nearly vomited it out, but it was as if her body wouldn’t let her. In fact, in a few short seconds she couldn’t feel the hot acidity in her throat anymore. She couldn’t taste anything. She felt nothing. Rebecca looked at her hands and noticed them fading, but yet glowing in this effervescent, ethereal-like way. She stood up only to realize she was simply floating, effortlessly. She thought of Evan and what he might be doing at that moment and like a haze the surroundings of her empty apartment faded until she was just surrounded in gray opaque nothingness. As quickly as it came, the haze faded, only Rebecca was now somewhere else. The haze turned into some type of steam. That was when Rebecca realized she was in a bathroom. The bathroom was glorious, practically the size of the bedroom in her apartment. She heard a humming behind her and turned around. It was Evan. He was in the shower and Rebecca was able to see his entire naked body. For a moment, she could really understand why Nicki was so attracted to him. He was so sexy and that body of his is insane. Rebecca in her ghostly form became excited because she knew this ritual was working, and seeing Evan in his godly form just feet from her heightened her anticipation of knowing in just moments, that will be her body, forever. So she took a floating couple of steps towards Evan and felt herself merge with his body.

Rebecca felt her vision go dark. Then she suddenly felt the pattering of hot water hitting her shoulders. The warm dampness of the steam filled her lungs and hugged her whole body. She opened her eyes. His eyes. Their eyes. Rebecca was now in Evan’s body. She felt the tightness of the muscles in her arms and chest as she opened and closed her large wet hands. “Oh wow, these are-” she stopped herself as she realized the deep voice that just spoke was not the one she was used to. The rumble of the bass in her voice shocked her into a brief silence. She cleared her throat and as she practiced before, in an accented voice said “ahem, erm, my name is Evan, you’re Nicki, right?” She chuckled to herself. This is really happening, Rebecca is now Evan. She began to feel her tight, muscular, athletic body. She reached down and felt her newest anatomical acquaintance: a penis. She could feel the blood flowing into it as it grew rapidly until it stood at full mast. The passionate wave of excitement and horniness that flooded her body was something she never felt before. As if by instinct, she wrapped her newly acquired man-hand around it’s shaft and began pumping. “Pretty self-explanatory, huh?” she grumbled to herself in her new bass timbred voice. The sensation of jerking-off was one she had once before trivialized as overexaggerated, but in the moment it now all made sense to her. Each stroke pumped a massive wave of pleasure that coursed through her newly manly physique in a way she never could have imagined. It wasn’t long before that wave of pleasure came bursting out the tip of her gorgeous large dick and splattered all over the tiled shower wall. He screamed almost as if in agony, but with absolute toe-curling pleasure. Rebecca felt light-headed for a moment. He turned off the shower and stepped out. The new Evan walked over to the bathroom sink to catch a look at himself in the mirror.

“Oh my God, I am so fucking sexy!” Rebecca growled at the reflection of Evan staring back at her. Rebecca was excited to go out into the world as Evan and take her chance at being Nicki’s next boyfriend, maybe even someday husband. She had forever waiting for her, but right now, it was time for her to get to know himself a little bit more. Rebecca was able to dial into Evan’s psyche like a rolodex in his head. His last name was Cavaretta, he grew up in Scotland. His parents are venture capitalists that live in Hong Kong. Evan is allergic to pine nuts. “I guess no more pesto for me, huh?” Rebecca said into his reflection in the mirror. Date of birth: October 31st 1988. “Halloween baby, that’s fun,” she mumbled to herself while inspecting the facial hair on his face in the mirror. “but not as fun as having this much hair on my face.” Rebecca ran his fingers through his short hair having never experienced anything shorter than a bob before. Rebecca caressed his hands all over his body, feeling the new sensation of every nook and cranny presented by the angular landscape of his incredibly muscular body. Now it was time to go get dressed. “I wonder what kind of stuff this guy has to wear!” boomed Rebecca proudly flaunting her new deep manly voice.

“So this is where I sleep, huh?” Rebecca asked aloud as if someone else would answer. Rebecca inspected the lackadaisically made bed. “Men...” he muttered to himself as he went on to properly tighten up the sloppy bed the previous occupant of this body left behind. Rebecca couldn’t help but catch a glance over his shoulder of Evan’s ass in the mirror on the wall. “This guy is really built like a statue carved by the gods” Rebecca mumbled while staring at that perfect specimen of an ass. “Lucky me” he shrugged arrogantly. Rebecca enjoyed the large mirror next to the bed because the show was absolutely jaw-dropping. That’s when Rebecca caught a glance at the clock and realized it’s almost that time when Nicki would be heading to the gym. “I should really get dressed” Rebecca told himself much to the chagrin of the mirror on the wall.

Rebecca rummaged through Evan’s large closet and found tons of clothes. A sexy pair of red underwear were one of the first to catch Rebecca’s eye. He put them on and was astonished at how amazing they felt, squeezing his tight ass like a warm hug and holding his perfect cock like a bird in the hand...a large bird, at that. Rebecca spotted a pale pink button down and put it on, “Not exactly gym attire, but nice to just check out how I fit into these clothes, mmm” he grumbled to himself. Rebecca continued to play dress up with the myriad of contents from Evan’s closet...well, her closet now. 

He admired the way the clothes fit his muscular body. He loved the way his giant pecs looked dying to escape and pop out of the very fabric that kept them bound. He loved unwrapping each outfit like it was gift-wrap hiding a wildly amazing present. Rebecca made silly faces in the mirror which gave him some insight as to how he could convey Evan’s personality. Smile. Scowl. Angry-face. Shock. Sad. The many faces of Evan yet to be mastered. Rebecca continued to try on different outfits, but one thing he realized was pants were a little different than expected. The tree trunk legs he had were about as difficult to squeeze into pants as he recalled squeezing into his very tight prom dress.

Rebecca had to manage, it was now time to go meet Nicki at the gym. Rebecca squeezed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and grabbed his gym duffel bag to head on over to Equinox to have his first planned casual run-in with Nicki as the official new Evan. Rebecca explored the sprawling mansion that Evan lived in as he attempted to figure where his phone, wallet and car keys were. Rebecca found his phone and wallet then grabbed this key with an Italian flag logo on it by the front door and went outside. He clicked a button on the key and the Lamborghini Urus SUV flashed and the doors clicked unlocked. Rebecca got in the car and it took him a moment to figure out how exactly it worked; it was definitely different than anything he had driven in his past life. The car roared to life and Rebecca took off the gym, “Holy shit, this thing is fast!” he exclaimed as the car sped off like rocket out of the driveway. In a few short minutes Rebecca arrived at the gym, with Nicki nowhere in sight. So while Rebecca waited for Nicki, he went in the locker room and changed into his gym clothes to begin his workout that he had studied from a distance in his previous female body. Rebecca kept track of Evan’s reps, sets, weights and preferred equipment. Now was the time to put the work into action. That was until Rebecca caught a glance of himself in the gym mirror and decided maybe a few gym mirror selfies before he started getting sweaty.

Nicki arrived. Thank god Rebecca had started working out this new body, because the sweat from nervousness was just shrouded in the glaze of a very hard workout that thankfully Nicki would more so appreciate. Rebecca looked at himself in the mirror one more time and reminded himself this is the moment he had been waiting for. “Nicki wants to fuck the shit out of you, you’re in control of this situation” Rebecca pep-talked himself in his head. Rebecca casually walked over to the water fountain in an effort to cross paths with Nicki, and noticed Nicki staring at him like she usually did. Only this time it was different, Rebecca wasn’t watching her stare at Evan, he was watching Nicki stare at himself, and boy did Rebecca like that. “What ‘appened to your mate?” Rebecca asked remembering he has an accent to perform. “Me?” Nicki shyly asked, looking around as if expecting him to be talking to someone else. Rebecca nodded. “She moved to Peru, she got an amazing job promotion, so now it’s just lonely workouts for me” Nicki shrugged. Rebecca thought seeing Nicki from this perspective was adorable. He had never seen her so bashful and delicate the way she was being just now. “If you’d like, you’re welcome to get a lift in with me.” Rebecca offered. Nicki happily accepted and they both spent the next two hours working out together. Nicki shared stories with Rebecca that he had already known about, but had to act curious and inquisitive as if trying to get to know her all over again. Rebecca shared stories from Evan’s brain rolodex about growing up at boarding school, traveling the world and his recent divorce from his ex-wife. This was a moment that Rebecca actually got to get to know the real Evan a lot, while sharing that information with Nicki. After their workout Rebecca asked Nicki if she wanted to hang a little more and come over to his house. She accepted the invitation. “Do you mind if I take a selfie of us to add to my Instagram story before we go?” Rebecca asked. And that’s when Rebecca snapped the photo that would be first of many.

Rebecca and Nicki get back to Evan’s house and Rebecca is now more nervous than before. Rebecca has no idea how to even operate as a guy trying to mack on a female. Maybe a little alcohol would help. Rebecca goes into the kitchen and finds a large wine cellar besides the pantry and pulls out a bottle of Tempranillo, Nicki’s favorite. “Oh my god! Tempranillo is my fave!” Nicki squealed as Rebecca returns to the living room with the bottle and two wine glasses balanced in his giant manly hands. Rebecca goes to open the wine bottle, with shocking ease as his new pythons could uncork the wine bottle like it was nothing. The two get to talking and drinking wine. Nicki continues to share stories from college that Rebecca already knows, and before they know it they’re polishing off their third bottle. Rebecca no longer nervous decides to cuddle up Nicki. Nicki cuddles her head up to Rebecca’s strong chest, resting her head on his pec. Rebecca is amazed by this new perspective. He realizes how much smaller Nicki is compared to his newly acquired large frame. Rebecca wraps his arm around Nicki’s shoulders and pulls her closer. She feels small, tight and toned, something Rebecca never truly got to feel in his past life as a woman. ”I’ve had the biggest crush on you for a little bit now,” Nicki admits, “probably since you first walked in the gym a couple months ago when you moved here.” Rebecca leans in and kisses Nicki right on lips. Lingering. “Yeah, I’ve been too bloody shy to talk you too babes” Rebecca replies, “and I’ve been really wanting to do this.” Rebecca kisses Nicki deeply and massages her tongue with his. He picks Nicki up and has her straddle him on his lap. Rebecca makes his way down Nicki’s neck feeling his beard hairs scratching her neck. Rebecca didn’t imagine how sexy it would feel until now. Soft gentle kisses down her cleavage as he grabbed her ass pulled her closer. He could feel his cock getting hard and slowly rub up on Nicki’s upper inner thigh. Nicki ripped off Rebecca’s shirt as Rebecca peeled away Nicki’s top and gently licked and kissed her nipples; Nicki moaned. “Let’s go to my room” Rebecca suggested. He picked Nicki up as she slipped her hand down his pants and grabbed onto his Adonis-like ass, and carried her through the house up the stairs to the bedroom.

They entered the room and Rebecca threw Nicki onto the bed. “Well, that was fun” he thought to himself as he flexed his giant arms in amazement at his own strength. Rebecca tore off his pants and then went on to unbutton Nicki’s. He brought his bearded face down to her crotch and started kissing her waist as he pulled the zipper of her pants down. The pants slid off, and so did Rebecca’s face right down to Nicki’s wet pussy. Nicki was so wet, Rebecca had no idea a female could even get that wet, at least not in his experience when he was a woman. He licked her pussy and drank that juice like spring water. Rebecca reached around and behind and fingered Nicki in the pussy while massaging her clit with his tongue. She squirt on Rebecca’s mouth. Rebecca’s dick was throbbing and he knew only one way to make it better. He moved up Nicki gently kissing her up her chest, across her breasts to her neck until they were passionately tongue-tied again. Rebecca could feel the tip of his cock gently stroke along the opening of Nicki’s pussy. Nicki cooed gently. Rebecca could feel the wet, inviting warmth of the lips between Nicki’s legs and he gently decided to bob his cock into her pussy. He could feel the walls of her pussy hug his cock as he pushed it in deeper and deeper. This was way better than the hand in the shower Rebecca thought to himself. Rebecca started to pound Nicki with more passion and rhythm, and Nicki started moaning. The percussion of their two bodies colliding felt like a supernova exploding throughout Rebecca’s body. Nicki screamed and dug her nails into Rebecca’s muscular back. Her titties bounced with effortless joy as Rebecca railed her like the pornstar he felt like. Then it came. Explosion. Rebecca could feel the hot cum shooting out of his dick into Nicki’s tight pussy. The wetness of her pussy with his cum gave Rebecca a sensation of pleasure beyond what he ever could expected. He pulled out his throbbing cock to see his white glistening cum dripping off the lips of Nicki’s pussy lips. As if by instinct, Rebecca took his hand and massaged Nicki’s pussy lips with the dripping cum and continued to penetrate her with his index and middle finger. Feeling her warm, wet clit, massaging his seed all up inside her. Then she screamed and moaned in a way Rebecca was not familiar. An orgasm. Nicki’s body shook and her toes curled. She dug her nails so hard in Rebecca’s back it broke some skin, but to Rebecca it felt good. Rebecca loved being Evan. Rebecca loved having sex with Nicki in Evan’s body. Rebecca loved being a man. Nicki and Rebecca laid together in bed, and as Nicki fell asleep, Rebecca thought of Paz back in the Amazon and how happy he was to do that ritual and start this new fulfilling life for himself.

[seitmai]

He was also going to miss you desperately. The honeymoon stage was still going strong, and quitting you cold turkey right now was going to be rough. There wasn't a moment when you and he were together that you weren't touching each other.

That man had an addiction 🤭

"I'm going to have to wear all of my honeymoon goodies for my own entertainment for months," you whispered, tits spilling out of the lace as you arched your back. "No, no, no," he scolded softly, tossing his shirt aside and unzipping his jeans. "Don't be a tease, Baby."

He is begging

"I'm always thinking about you." Your words were an ego boost.

She just knows what her husband needs

You stopped taking birth control a few weeks ago. The two of you decided to go with the flow and see what happens next. It felt nice to keep that kind of pressure out of the bedroom, especially when Bradley knew he'd be just as content with six kids or none. It's not like he needed anything besides you, and he told you that every single day.

No risk no fun lol

I also missread it at first as "Bradley was content with six kids or MORE" hahah 😅

You eased yourself up and stood next to him, assessing the blankets and his open duffle sitting on the floor against the wall. "What if I told you this was all just a ploy to keep you here with me instead of getting you ready to leave?" "Then I would say I love you."

That's a ploy he would gladly fall for

Instead, you did the best you could to make it home to your computer where you could type paragraph after paragraph to him, letting him know what was going on back in California. You sent him a plethora of photos, some of which didn't include your face as a precaution. You even went into detail about how much you missed him at bedtime. And the best part was, you got just as much, if not more, in return. His days were largely repetitious, but there was always something new he was telling you about. His gym selfies never disappointed, and neither did the paragraphs where he told you in an abundance of detail how much he missed waking up next to you.

They just are a true match

Your students had been anticipating it for weeks, and you had some eager faces looking back at you on the Monday morning when you stood at the front of your classroom and said, "We're about to embark on a flight that will take us through our math, science and language arts classes for weeks to come. As we learn all about aviation, we'll be writing to a naval aviator on an aircraft carrier, and we'll even get to visit a local naval base for a field trip. Let's start out by learning the definitions of a few words that we'll be using frequently."

I feel like the aviation part of the curriculum is gonna become legendary really quick, the next year you can already hear the new fourth graders excitingly talk at recess or breaks: "I'm in Mrs Bradshaws class and my older sister told me around this last year they started with aviation. And a real aviator visited them! And a super cool mechanic!!" And another one adds, having heard the conversation topic from the younger students before then in the bus line: "It's all true! And you get to visit the base. And Mrs wasn't always called Mrs Bradshaw, she had a different name but she married the aviator we wrote letters!" And another one joins in: "And if you go to the library events Mr Marty is always there. He is also in the Navy and he is the best Mechanic that's what Mrs Bradshaws husband said. He is the best at fixing planes!"

It's just gonna turn in this whole legendary thing with more and more outlandish added stories after a few years hahga

He considered skipping dinner in favor of collapsing in his bunk, but he could tell he was already losing weight. You weren't around to keep him well fed, so when his stomach started to rumble, he made a point to head for the noisy mess hall. 

Give that poor man some good food!

When he went to the small window in front of the mail center and gave his name, a box was thrust into his hands. Bradley's heart leapt when he saw the return address was from Mira Mesa Elementary School. He should have been expecting this, but he was suddenly happy you kept it as a surprise. A smile curled along his lips.

What a great surprise 🥰🥹

To MY US Naval Aviator (Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw)

Oh I love them and I will miss these two 🥰

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 29 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: While Bradley thought it was unfair of the Navy to mess with him while he was still in his honeymoon phase, he certainly did love getting mail from you.

Warnings: fluff, adult language, smut, Bradley being husband material, 18+

Length: 1700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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That autumn....

As soon as you led Bradley inside after he drove the two of you home from Salvatore's, you ran your fingers along his cheek and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "You had a lunch picnic with Thai food on the beach. And then you got pasta for dinner. Do you have any other requests?" you asked, using your strict classroom voice which made Bradley's mouth water. 

"I do, actually," he whispered, melting into your touch. "How about some of that lingerie you picked out in Paris?"

The honeymoon was almost three months ago, but not an hour went by where Bradley didn't reminisce about the days he got to enjoy the view of the Eiffel Tower and the view of your ass while he fucked you. It always left him with a smile on his face. But his smile started to falter when he remembered that he was shipping out tomorrow, and he wouldn't return until after the New Year. At least he would be allowed to communicate with you this time. That was the only thing saving him from almost certain despair.

"I think that can be arranged," you told him with a smile, unbuttoning your top as he stumbled along after you. "But you have to wait out here until I'm ready."

Bradley groaned and leaned on the wall in the hallway, watching you bounce along to the bedroom without him while you laughed. He didn't mind waiting a few minutes, because he was going to love whatever you were about to do. He was also going to miss you desperately. The honeymoon stage was still going strong, and quitting you cold turkey right now was going to be rough. There wasn't a moment when you and he were together that you weren't touching each other.

He hadn't even finished packing his duffle yet, because he didn't want this to feel real. He was planning on doing that tonight with your help, kissing you as you folded up his shirts and lined up his socks on the bed. But that was going to have to wait a few minutes. You opened the door to reveal the sheer nightie hugging your body as you pressed your thighs together and bit your lip.

Bradley was pushing away from the wall, heading right for you. "Gorgeous," he murmured, pulling you against him and walking you backwards to the bed. "Baby, I'm going to miss this too much."

His heart was pounding in his ears, hands full of your lace covered ass before you dropped to the bed on your back. "I'm going to have to wear all of my honeymoon goodies for my own entertainment for months," you whispered, tits spilling out of the lace as you arched your back.

"No, no, no," he scolded softly, tossing his shirt aside and unzipping his jeans. "Don't be a tease, Baby." You grinned as you turned your head to the side, and Bradley stepped out of his remaining clothing before he climbed in bed. He was hovering above you, lips pressed to your ear as he whispered, "You'll wear the goodies for me, too. And you'll email me every mouth watering photo that you take of your fingers shoved deep in your pussy."

"Bradley," you whined, bucking your hips up until he had to hold you in place with his big hands on your body.

"I want a little treat every time you touch yourself. And I want to know that you're thinking about me."

"I'm always thinking about you."

Your words were an ego boost. Just the kind of thing that would get him through this work assignment and back into your arms. "When you're alone and thinking about me, I want some pictures, pretty girl. A whole inbox full of them. Some sweet ones," he crooned, kissing his way along your jaw to your lips. "And some dirty ones," he added, mouth teasing your skin until your nipple was between his lips and you were whining. He sucked gently, tugging until his lips popped free, leaving you begging for more with your fingers in his hair.

You stopped taking birth control a few weeks ago. The two of you decided to go with the flow and see what happens next. It felt nice to keep that kind of pressure out of the bedroom, especially when Bradley knew he'd be just as content with six kids or none. It's not like he needed anything besides you, and he told you that every single day.

"I'm going to miss my wife," he crooned, guiding his cock inside your slick perfection as soon as you spread your legs. He rocked in and out of you slowly, enjoying the feel of your body and your voice and your sweet scent. Memorizing everything. Telling himself he could get through the time away from you as long as he could come back to this.

It was so late when Bradley finally left the bed. You and he were wrung out and fucked out. Fingers laced together, barely moving, unable to go for a fourth round. "That was wild," you laughed when he finally rolled away from you, dizzy as he stood and looked at the wrecked bedding around your naked body.

"Shit, Gorgeous." He was laughing, too as he said, "I still need to finish packing in the next five hours."

You eased yourself up and stood next to him, assessing the blankets and his open duffle sitting on the floor against the wall. "What if I told you this was all just a ploy to keep you here with me instead of getting you ready to leave?"

"Then I would say I love you."

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Waking up for work in a bed that was half cold was not your idea of a good time. You shivered every morning that Bradley was gone, especially when November brought with it a chilly bite to the air. The commute from Coronado to Mira Mesa and back each day felt like a punishment when you knew you weren't going to arrive home to a husband who was excited to see you and hear about your adventures in teaching.

Instead, you did the best you could to make it home to your computer where you could type paragraph after paragraph to him, letting him know what was going on back in California. You sent him a plethora of photos, some of which didn't include your face as a precaution. You even went into detail about how much you missed him at bedtime.

And the best part was, you got just as much, if not more, in return. His days were largely repetitious, but there was always something new he was telling you about. His gym selfies never disappointed, and neither did the paragraphs where he told you in an abundance of detail how much he missed waking up next to you.

While you made it a point to spend time with Natasha, Edith, Ruby and Marty, the loneliness was somehow worse now that you had rings on your finger. The best thing to happen was the arrival of the day when your new fourth grade class started their unit on aviation.

Your students had been anticipating it for weeks, and you had some eager faces looking back at you on the Monday morning when you stood at the front of your classroom and said, "We're about to embark on a flight that will take us through our math, science and language arts classes for weeks to come. As we learn all about aviation, we'll be writing to a naval aviator on an aircraft carrier, and we'll even get to visit a local naval base for a field trip. Let's start out by learning the definitions of a few words that we'll be using frequently."

Later that week, you had a sizable cardboard box packed up with letters and snacks for your husband. Instead of telling him exactly when the first package would arrive, you left it as a surprise for him to stumble upon.

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Bradley was exhausted. The mechanical crew on this deployment was nowhere near as kind or competent as Marty, and he found himself constantly visiting their shop to work through issues with his aircraft. He missed his friends and his home and his wife. He missed you so fucking much. All of the letters and emails you sent him were fantastic, but he even missed having a bunch of pen pals to converse with at the end of the day.

Every happy thought that entered his mind seemed to be pushed aside when he realized he was still a long way from returning to San Diego. He considered skipping dinner in favor of collapsing in his bunk, but he could tell he was already losing weight. You weren't around to keep him well fed, so when his stomach started to rumble, he made a point to head for the noisy mess hall. 

The cabbage rolls were disgusting, but at least the aircraft carriers were consistent. He picked at his meal and then ate two plates of dessert to make himself feel a little bit better. When he was sorting his dirty dishes and tray into the appropriate place, he was surprised to hear his name being called amongst some others.

"Bradshaw! You've got unclaimed mail!"

He perked up immediately. How did he have something else to claim? He picked up an enormous envelope from you the other day along with a card from Edith. Did you send him a handwritten note again already?

When he went to the small window in front of the mail center and gave his name, a box was thrust into his hands. Bradley's heart leapt when he saw the return address was from Mira Mesa Elementary School. He should have been expecting this, but he was suddenly happy you kept it as a surprise. A smile curled along his lips. He could have some regular pen pals to correspond with again. His smile grew wider when he looked at the way you addressed the box to him in your tidy handwriting.

To MY US Naval Aviator (Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw)

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Bradley has the ultimate pen pal in his wife. Thanks for reading this series which ended up being so much longer than originally intended! Thanks for all of the love and feedback along the way! Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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[bunnisdumbbrain]

Dear diary,

There’s so much to talk about here and I have no clue where to start. I’ve never been the best at journaling (only because if there was ever an error on the paper I’d want to rip the page out and start all over) so this seems to be the best option LOL. I think I just want to use this as a place to vent frustrations or keep up with myself, quite literally as a diary. I’m still debating on whether I want to mention this on my main blog only because this is definitely more personal haha. We’ll see.

Anyways, 2023 was such a shit year for me omfg. Let’s see: got into a huge argument with my boyfriend on my graduation day, birthday bonfire was ruined, had to put down my rescue dog due to his aggression :(, boyfriend gave me a relationship ultimatum, spent months wondering why I wasn’t enough, and then ended the 7 year relationship. Sounds like a sob story HAHA, but fuck that year sucked.

My friends have been my biggest support system though. I love them so so much and they are amazing for putting up with me constantly. Also they always agree to go traveling with me <3 I have never traveled as much as I have within the past two months than the past 3 years. I’ve somehow managed to talk my best friends into traveling to New York with me soon so I’m super excited for that. Hopefully I can meet the cute mustache man of my dreams there LOL.

Also, being single is so new to me still!! I was dating my ex since I was 15 so being single at 22 feels so strange! I know for sure I’m not emotionally ready for another relationship at the moment, nor am I looking for one, but I do miss the aspects of a relationship. Like the causal hanging out and kissing LOL. (Maybe I need a friend who I can kiss occasionally) For some reason in January, I ended up downloading bumble (dumbass alert!!) and boy was that shit a doozy. Some are of the guys on there were cute [especially if they had a mustache] but it just was not for me. I also felt like if I did end up meeting anyone in person for a date it be awkward to mention that I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. My bumble account lasted 1 1/2 weeks.

Moving on, I think I like talking to people online atm just because nothing comes of it. I can be flirty and no harm done, but boy is it hard to find people I’m genuinely interested in talking to. It gives me such an ick if someone is overly sexual all the time. I get it’s fun occasionally but if I can’t have a casual conversation with you then no thank you!!! I was talking to this one guy on here (which was dumb on my part because this is tumblr) and we had good conversations (plus he was hot) but it would turn me off as soon as he’d ask for pics, especially after I’ve said no. Ended up blocking him </3 (rest in peace).

I’m in no shape or form wanting to send pics OF ANY KIND (unless they’re cute lil selfies) at the moment anyways. I do not feel good in my body and I’d rather rip my eyeballs out then let someone see me naked (a little extreme but my point stands).

Speaking about my body though, I’m wanting to focus on bettering myself this year! I think there’s definitely a lot of things I’ve been slacking on this year and am wanting to change. My weight is my biggest obstacle at the moment. All I can do is workout and eat better though to fix that (have I been doing it? kind of). I just need better accountability!!! Also I need to stop eating out so often. I’m on the fence about not watching porn though LOL. I think I’ve watched it like every other day for the past few months. Maybe it’s bad for me but idk I just like to c*m.

I think I’ll be updating this every week or every other week? I’m terrible at keeping a routine so who knows. I’m planning on going to the gym tomorrow so, fingers crossed.

Sincerely,

Bunni

[joylinda-hawks]

As I promised a few days ago, I will write my thoughts on the career of ZZH. We all know that ZZH had a hard time breaking through to the top in c-ent. In my opinion, several factors contributed to this. Note: These are just my guesses based on information taken from interviews or websites. ZZH was born in one of the southern provinces of China. He decided to start his career in one of the most elite and one of the largest Chinese cities, Shanghai. Why elite? Since its indigenous people do not like outsiders, they consider them to be a different category of people. This is probably the case in every big city in relation to people coming to work. Young ZZH probably wanted to choose a singing career, like many of his colleagues. He did not want the profession that his parents offered him. He was already a little rebel then. Despite his mother's insistence, he did not want to continue playing the piano (he was a child at the time, he was over 5 years old), but a musical talent was discovered in him. He began to educate ZZH in the direction of singing. Ultimately, he decided to go to art studies, but his family opposed him. It seems to me that even the young ZZH ran away from home because of this (you have to check it). Influenced by his mother, one of the houses was sold so that he would have the means to start his studies. His mother quit her job as a clerk to help him. They had two art schools to choose from: one in Beijing, the other in Shanghai. The costs of studying at the university in Beijing exceeded the financial possibilities of him and his family. He stayed in Shanghai, he didn't have it easy here either. Shanghai is a huge city, many people come here to seek their fortune. Certainly there were many young boys in the age of ZZH who also tried to get into this university, some of these families had lived here for years, as well as some newcomers from the province. The competition must have been huge. Despite the difficulties in obtaining the ZZH student record book, he became a student at the Shanghai Theater Academy in the musical department. He knew this was his big chance. He had to graduate with a very good mark. He had to show his best side, show his talent, his skills. He appeared in talent shows, in commercials, in short films, he did everything to be noticed by the industry. He had to reckon with the fact that in Shanghai he was treated as a stranger, he was certainly accused of having a provincial accent and dress code, even then he had to reckon with malicious comments. Especially from people who had their roots in this city. They saw that he wants to succeed, he tries to show his skills, so they certainly tried to make it difficult for him here. However, ZZH did not give up, because he has the nature of a warrior. At that time, he lived with his mother in a small apartment, and his mother worked to help him with his studies. I think that at that time ZZH started working on his figure, because he knew that appearance and physical fitness are very important. He definitely went to the gym, played basketball, rode a bike. After graduating, he joined the agency of one of his professors (that's how I know it). He was in it for a long time. I think she was limiting his talent. At that time, he played supporting roles, or episodes that, as you see, showed his talent, but did not allow him to develop it. He's always been such a nice addition to the main characters. I don't know who wanted not to offer him a role suitable for his person and talent. Even if he managed to play the main role 4 years after graduation, he was rather an addition to the main character. But he put his heart and soul into every role he played. He helped his mother as much as he could, who founded a company producing selfie sticks. He worked at this company when he could, to repay his mother for caring. At the same time, he participated in programs in which he showed his skills, began to train amateur basketball to lead the team to victory. He was named MVP in basketball. He learned to dive, gained his qualifications.+

[dysberries]

(from @aegislash-logs)

I have no idea what's going on but.

What's happening between Galar and Paldea gym leaders? I have not been paying attention. Did Raihan call Iono short or something?

i'm not that much in the loop (i am) buuuut...

basically iono decided to start beef with raihan. not serious beef, likely something for a pr stunt. just mocking how he never could beat leon but a 10-year old could, poking fun at his selfies on stream, making a (very bad imo) diss track about him, you get the idea. honestly, this is par for the course for the two of them, they've had friendly rivalry collabs a few times. raihan retaliated with the standard playful bullying and a response that did sound better. not one of the best though i don't listen to rap much. all fun and games until Iono posted this

this is the first time they've done something like this as far as I know. to me it's clearly supposed to be a friendly competition but Iono stans took this showdown very seriously. lots of iono fancams, iono outsold, you get the idea.

to "support" their streamers, fans playfully bullied each other. then it degraded into name-calling, until one person brought up one (of admittedly many) of raihan's previous controversies.

from what i've seen, iono stans and raihan stans are quite different from. raihan fans tend to bully him lightly with a 'fair enough' attitude when people make fun of him, while iono stans will vehemently defend her in an "only we can make fun of her" sort of way.

this was the straw that broke the camel's back, and raihan fans retaliated with bringing up one of iono's contreversies. and now they're going back and forth over and over with this. very entertaining 🍿

[thefanficmonster]

Casual

Ranboo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None, unless talking about the future counts

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following the arrival of the dreadful invitation to his cousin’s wedding Ranboo turns to the only cover-up he can think of to keep his still-single status hidden from his family.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so glad you sent your idea to me and I’m so glad you were my first official Ranboo request. I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to write it but I still hope you’ll come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Heyyy, so Y/N, I have a favor to ask you...um yeah, call me back, it’s awkward sending it via voicemail. Bye“

Huh - that’s the first thought that goes through my head when I listen to the voicemail left after a missed call from my best friend Ranboo. The favors he usually asks for consist of requesting assistance for his videos in which I also appear with a mask and sunglasses to keep the brand running. I genuinely have nothing against my face being shown but when I think about it, I’m honestly a bit glad people can’t identify me.

Anyways, back to the favors, Ranboo is no stranger to asking me for them but they’ve never been considered too awkward for a voicemail which is why I’m no slightly concerned. I’ve been swamped with work for school and studies for the graduation finals for the past two weeks and it seems like I’ll never get on top of it and I know Ranboo’s been in a similar situation too, so maybe he needs help with that? He’s not used to asking help for school stuff, he sometimes even has a hard time accepting it when I openly offer it to him.

I eventually sigh, decide that playing this guessing game will not get me anywhere and settle on giving him a call as I make my way home from the gym with my legs barely putting up with the task of carrying me around.

He picks up on the second ring.

“Hey! Wh-...“

“Would you pretend to be my girlfriend for my cousin’s wedding next weekend?!“

My legs take that opportunity to stop moving in the middle of the sidewalk which is luckily void of any people at the moment. It’s not my fault my body’s first reaction was to freeze up at the question that came flying at me like an out-of-control jet, almost as though he’s been dying to say it and get it over with.

“Um...run that by me again please, I think I misunderstood.“ I say, blinking blankly as though awoken from a fever dream. No, actually as though I’m IN a fever dream right now.

“Ok, now that the cat’s out of the bag, wanna grab some coffee and talk about it face-to-face. I need to see your facial expressions to gauge what response to expect.“ He says, the previous nervousness gone and his voice calm as regularly once again.

I’m this close to face-palming but I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and bring myself to utter a reply, “Our usual spot. Be there in ten minutes.”

                                                             *  *  *

“No freaking way.“ I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest as I lean back in my seat in the booth we picked when we arrived. Good thing I got an iced coffee cause even a hot one would’ve gone cold by now considering I haven’t yet taken the time to have even a sip of it. I’ve been too busy listening to the long and short of the explanation and begging speech Ranboo probably made last night to try and convince me to agree to this nonsense. “Dude, we’ve been friends since middle school-...“

“Exactly! Who else was I gonna ask?“ He cuts me off, pleading gaze meeting my unimpressed one.

I huff before continuing my previous statement, “We’ve been friends since middle school so you know my opinion on weddings.” I put extra emphasis on the word ‘opinion’, giving him the clear hint at the distaste I’ve expressed on the topic multiple times before.

“And you know we’re on the same page there but there’s no way I can avoid going unless someone kidnaps me.“ He too now gets in the same stance as me, his coffee forgotten too.

I can’t help but snort out a little laugh, “I’d be more than happy to kidnap you considering the other option is far less appealing to me.“

He, of course, rolls his eyes at me as though he didn’t offer to do the same thing so I could avoid an exam but anyways. “So you’re gonna choose to fake a kidnapping that has the potential of landing you in jail over coming to eat some great food and maybe even have some fun at a wedding with your best friend? I’m hurt.“ He says, frowning to cover up the smile that’s fighting its way onto his face.

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes, “I’d be kidnapping you, dummy...” I cut myself off to let out a long sigh and calm down before I go off at him. His smirk isn’t helping me much with the task either. I’ve known Ranboo long enough to know he’ll eventually convince me and he’s known me long enough to know how to do that exactly. With that in mind, there’s really no point in getting so worked up and wasting my energy. And so, despite my own rationality, I cave. “Fine, but I’m not staying the whole wedding.“

His eyes immediately light up and almost makes me feel the compromise was worth it. Almost. I mean, when you’ve been best friends with someone for so long, seeing them happy is worth more to you than your own comfort sometimes.

And he knows it too. Which is exactly why he outstretches his hand for me to shake and says: “Just one dance and you’re free to go. Deal?”

I take his hand without hesitations. That’s a better offer than I could’ve ever imagined. “Damn straight it’s a deal.“

                                                            *  *  *

“How long until you kick the heels off?“ Ranboo asks, bringing me a non-alcoholic cocktail and sitting down next to me.

I take a sip and giggle, “You kidding? I already kicked them off and replaced them with flats. I need mobility if we dance. They also lower the risk of me severing off a toe of yours if I step on you on accident.”

He laughs, clinking his glass against mine before he gets a bit more serious, “By the way, thanks for handling my family’s attack so well. I know it might’ve been a bit much but you handled it like a pro. Still, I’m sorry on their behalf.”

I shake my head and wave my hand dismissively, “Don’t mention it. I’d probably react the same way if my brother or cousin brought a date to an important family event like this.” I instinctively turn to look in the direction of where the majority of his family has gathered around, chatting with guests, smiling brightly. It’s hard not to immediately take a liking towards these people. They’ve been a second family to me ever since Ranboo and I started hanging out so I completely understand why they were so shocked to see me in the role of his ‘girlfriend’.

“I’ll tell my parents the truth later, our extended family is the ones I wanted to fool to be perfectly honest.“ He looks around as do I and we catch more than a few pairs of eyes fixated on us that turn away when they realize they’ve been spotted, “Mission accomplished by the looks of it.“

I chuckle. I’ve never felt so comfortable at a wedding before. I don’t feel stressed nor anxious despite knowing that there’s quite the number of eyes on me and there are whispers going around about my ‘relationship’ with Ranboo. It’s oddly calming and relaxing to be surrounded by some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. This cocktail is pretty great too.

Speaking of which, if it had any alcohol in it I’d blame it for the decision I’m about to make but this one’s entirely on me: I tap Ranboo with one hand while taking out my phone with the other. “If we’re already the talk of the wedding, let’s give them something to talk about.“ I say as I put up my phone, pretending to be taking a selfie leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

When I pull away I can clearly see that he’s still processing what just happened. I can’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter as I reach out to wipe the lipstick stain I left on his cheek. He looks like a lost, clueless puppy with the question: ‘what on Earth just happened???’ replaying in his head and it’s so freaking cute!

Wait....what was that? Since when do I use the adjective cute to describe Ranboo? Didn’t I think he looks handsome in a suit earlier too? The hell is with me today?

Then it hits me - the feeling isn’t foreign. Like, I know I’ve felt it before but I never analyzed it or even bothered to acknowledge it. But now that I do, I’m afraid of what it might be.

“There!“ I say, desperately trying to push the thoughts away along with this little firework show in my stomach, “Now you have pinker cheeks. Well, cheek, singular.“

As if snapping out of his state of confusion, he returns to Earth with a smirk, “Kiss the other to even it?”

Alright, his blush might not be even but mine now is and it’s ten times as intense and very much apparent but I don’t let the feeling shine through anything else as I proceed to actually kiss his other cheek too, wiping the lipstick stain.

“Thanks. You’re the best.” And just like that, as though it’s no big deal, he kisses my forehead.

See, that’s the thing, it shouldn’t be a big deal! It’s never been! This is far from the first time I’ve kissed him on the cheek or the first time he’s given me a forehead kiss. These are regular occurrences after years of this lovely friendship we have. Why do they feel so different now?

Then, much to my relief, the music starts and the lights turn off leaving only one spotlight for the groom and bride to have their first dance. They look absolutely astonishing and I can certainly say I’ve never before stopped to think that about any newly weds of the weddings I’ve preciously been to. I don’t know if it has something to do with the company I have for this particular wedding or it’s maybe the fact that my mindset’s changed over the years without me realizing.

Then I automatically look at Ranboo who just so happens to be looking at me too and all I can say is: my mindset hasn’t changed.

A loud applause takes over when the couple finish their dance, officially opening the dancefloor for any other pairs who’d like to occupy it and I’m happy to see how many people are eager to rush up with their partner.

 Ranboo gets up, putting the glass down and offers me his hand, “So, wanna dance? Don’t take this as a sign to leave though, we said one dance and you CAN leave, not SHOULD.” He says, giving me a warning look.

I roll my eyes and am about to give him some sass right back but he takes my hand and picks me up from my seat, leading me to the dancefloor.  And I gotta admit maybe it’s a good thing he did. If he left it to me I would’ve probably said no to the dance and ran the hell away. Why? - Cause I’m freaking terrified of this new mindset and point of view and these intense emotions I never used to pay any mind to before in regards to my best friend.

Friends don’t feel that way about friends. Friends don’t look at friends that way. What’s happening to me?

When I gotta look him in the eyes like this, not for the first time might I add, I can finally understand how the friends-to-lovers trope works: it’s all meaningless until it starts to mean so much to you. It’s all platonic until it reminds you of a romantic movie moment. It ‘best friends’ until it’s ‘I wish we were more than that’. It’s all casual, until it’s not.

And, unfortunately, it’s irreversible.

Damn do I wish I ran away now...

[octuscle]

Help, I've been accidentally abandoned by my tour group out in the middle of nowhere, China! I have no idea how to communicate with any of the locals and nobody on the tour has been responding to my messages. i hope this app works, I have no idea how it functions...

Let me check out your immediate area…. There is a gym around the corner. Well… Something like that. The building is more like a stable or a barrack. The weights and equipment are homemade. But there's a TV that plays music videos…. Maybe someone here understands English…

The men who work out here are quite well defined. But they don't have much mass. Overall, you've never really noticed big bodybuilders from China at competitions. Hold on. You have never been to competitions. Or have you? Sure, you are an enthusiastic weightlifter yourself. Not a serious one. But you like to watch the big lads on stage. The men here in the gym look at you a bit questioningly. You show your gym bag. And look equally questioning. One man points to some hooks on the wall where clothes are hanging. There doesn't seem to be a locker room. Even though you have no idea where this bag with the training clothes and the prepared protein shake came from, you change and start training. None of the other men seems to find this strange… Every now and then someone looks over at you. Yes, you lift more than anyone else here. After you finish your set of bench presses, someone asks you if you can give them some tips. You do a set of lat pulls together and you correct his wrong moves. Only afterwards do you realize that you were talking in Cantonese. Yes, it's still difficult for you. But you've been living here for a few years now and it's getting better and better.

After you are done with the training, most people here want to have a selfie with you. You are truly an exceptional athlete, a role model for many of the men here. The music videos are interrupted by commercials. Fuck, that's you advertising for the biggest gym chain in the country. Sure, it's owned by your manager and you're involved.

It's good to work out in your old home in the deepest province. You are now at home in Chongqing. But your heart beats stronger here. You quickly fall back into the local dialect when you're here. And this is exactly where you will open the next gym of your fitness center group.