#this was at around like. 9:30 today and I'm still thinking about it

[transgender-catboy]

To the person who complimented me on my Spider-Man 2099 cardigan today at shoppers, we're best friends now actually and I love you

[lyzsaphrodite]

༊*·˚ Home is Where the Heart is ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Dior Goodjohn x fem!reader

synopsis: You and Dior are long distanced and she decides to surprise you by coming to visit you for your birthday.

warnings: fluff, fluff, and fluff

a/n: this is not my best writing ever i just wanted to get this out while i work on the Summer fic

You and Dior have been in a long-distance relationship for about a year and a half now. You met on the set of Percy Jackson and instantly clicked; she ended up asking you out two months into filming. After season one wrapped, she went back home to LA, and you returned to your hometown. You haven't seen each other in person since filming wrapped six months ago, because you're still in school. You guys text multiple times a day and FaceTime at least once a day, but it's still hard for both of you. Especially for you since your love language is physical touch, and you just like to have physical connections with people. Your birthday was coming up, so Dior thought it would be an amazing idea if she came and surprised you. She planned it all out with your family; she would fly in on your actual birthday and stay for a month.

Today was finally your birthday. You woke up to look at your phone and found a bunch of birthday wishes from friends, family, and even fans. But none from the person that mattered most to you. You didn't think she would ever forget your birthday. Maybe she just wasn't awake yet, even though it was currently noon, which means it was 9 in LA, and she's always up before 9. But you just decided not to worry about it. You still had the whole day. You were really bummed that she wouldn't be able to come for your birthday, but you understand that she's busy with her music and everything. You got out of bed, took a shower, and got ready for the day. You and your best friend decided to go shopping for your birthday. You visited all your favorite stores, getting all of your birthday freebies. By the time you and your best friend headed home, it was around 4 o’clock, and you've yet to get a message from Dior, which made you visibly disappointed. Your best friend kept seeing you checking your messages every few minutes and finally decided to say something.

“I’m sure she didn't forget; you know her, she's always busy with something.”

“Yeah, I'm pretty sure everyone but her has wished me a happy birthday though. Like even at the mall, those fans who came up to us to say happy birthday, I didn't even know them. And I thought she would be one of the first to say it.”

You finally arrived home and went straight upstairs to put your bags down and take off your shoes. You were home for around 30 minutes when you finally heard the doorbell ring.

“Y/N, someone's here for you,” your mom yelled. You had no clue who it could be; you weren't expecting anyone.

“Coming!” you yelled back to your mom. You hurried down the stairs to the front door, and standing there was Dior with her bags and a gift. She looks just as beautiful as she always does.

“Hey, baby,” she said, smiling.

You had absolutely no idea how to react; you were definitely not expecting this at all. You ran to her and jumped to hug her. As she held and hugged you, you started to tear up.

“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you weren't able to come.”

“I wanted to surprise you, sweet girl.”

“How long are you staying?”

“For a month.”

“Oh my gosh, no way!”

“Way!”

“OMG, and Mom, you knew about this?”

Your mom just smiled and nodded.

“Yep, and so did your best friend.”

“OMG!! I cannot believe this; I thought you forgot my birthday!”

“I could never forget your birthday, mamas.”

You and Dior share a passionate kiss, the weight of her surprise visit lifting a heavy burden off your shoulders. In that moment, all the worries and doubts melted away, replaced by the warmth of her presence. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The month that followed was a whirlwind of joy and reconnection. Every day felt like a treasure, filled with laughter, adventures, and stolen moments of affection. Whether it was exploring your hometown together, cooking meals side by side, or simply cuddling on the couch watching movies, every second was cherished. On the day of her departure, you stood at the airport, hand in hand, hearts heavy with the weight of impending separation.

"I wish we lived closer," you managed to say, your voice breaking slightly as you fought back tears, the airport's din muffling your words.

Dior's eyes softened, mirroring the sorrow in your own as she squeezed your hand gently. "I know, darling. It's hard saying goodbye every time," she murmured, her voice tinged with empathy.

You leaned into her embrace, seeking solace in the warmth of her presence amidst the impersonal hustle of the airport. "I hate it when you leave," you stated simply, your voice carrying a mix of longing and frustration, the airport's commotion providing a stark backdrop to your heartfelt confession.

Dior's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as if trying to shield you from the pain of separation. "I feel it too, love. It never gets any easier," she whispered, her breath warm against your ear.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you buried your face in her shoulder, the weight of longing settling heavily in your chest. "I just wish we could be together more often," you confessed, your voice barely audible above the noise of the crowd.

Dior's fingers brushed through your hair soothingly, her touch a silent reassurance. "Me too, sweetheart. But no matter the distance, you'll always have my heart," she vowed, her words a promise of enduring love.

And as you stood together in the midst of the bustling airport terminal, surrounded by the chaos of departure, you found solace in the simple act of being together, knowing that no matter where life may take you, your love would always be a constant, guiding light in the darkness.

this is unusually short because I didn't know how to end it

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[malehypnofantasy]

Muscle Head

"Morning, muscle head,"

"Ugh.....what do you want? I literally pounded your ass to oblivion as if that's my girlfriend's tight sloppy pussy last night, what else now?"

"Can you calm down for me, muscle head?"

"Y---yes, sorry about the outburst. I just didn't think you'll wake up this quick,"

"This is 9 AM, this ain't early, muscle head. I noticed the damp towel so you already worked out. Well, last night was great, but don't you think you need to eat again after that draining workout before going on about your day? My feet can get used to a passionate sucking,"

And just like that, the muscular bodybuilder dropped to the floor and grabbed the nerd's hazel brown feet. The bodybuilder sucked each toes with the utmost care and attention while moaning in delight on how delicious of a treat it is and the nerd just smiled proudly while holding his laughter due to the ticklish sensation of the handsome bodybuilder's tongue and saliva.

The whole feet worship lasted for about 5 minutes before the bodybuilder went on another body parts. He lost himself to his Master's barely hairy pits and thin arms while his Master caressed his hair and whispered sweet nothings to his ear. Eventually, he blew his Master's cock before going on about his day as he got some brand partnership talk with one of his sponsor during lunch before another gym appointment with two clients and his own coach throughout the evening. During the stretch of hours he's outside of the house, he behaved normally as if he didn't just swallow the cum of his nerdy loner of a neighbor earlier today

Around 8 PM, the gym is already quiet as the bodybuilder already asked his coach for a 1-on-1 session in his prep to Mr. Olympia so the gym is closed early. When he's doing his set, someone called his coach, so the coach excused himself to pick it up. It's an unknown number but against his better judgement, he picked up

"Hello dumb tool. You must be in the gym, this is your Master speaking, Tobias. Is Aaron still with you?"

And just like that, the Coach reverted to his tranced and enslaved self as he answered monotonously that Aaron is indeed with him and he's currently working on his muscle and poses for next week's Mr. Olympia

"Well, Aaron's little brain probably forget that he's also my subject even though he's out of the house and I told him to be back home before 8:30. That's not going to happen now since this is 8:10 already so I want you to punish him, dumb tool. This is what you're going to do---"

A couple minutes later, the Coach, Tobias, stared at his disciple.

"Are you done with all the reps?"

"Yes, I'm done. Who called? You spent quite some times," he said while taking out one of his earbuds

"It's none of your business, muscle head," said the Coach smirking while Aaron's pupil went wide as his consciousness started slipping away and his entranced self started to resurface once again. But, he's wearing one of his earbuds still so he resisted and started begging

"Coach, what the fuck? Don't say that word again,"

"What? Muscle head? Why? Aren't you a muscle head? Stop resisting and let that bitch ass power bottom out, Aaron. Our Master already told me to punish you for breaking your curfew,"

"Wait.....our Master?? Oh no...." he said, still fighting even though his Coach bombardment of his trigger word clearly made this a losing battle

"This is 8:25, muscle head. Don't you remember your Master's order? Maybe that's why our Master called you muscle head, because your little brain barely have an original thought of its own. You know what, kneel. Kneel to the floor and start repent, muscle head. Beg for your Master's mercy,"

Aaron didn't want to, but his Coach grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed his form as his trembling knee eventually caved in to the pressure. The coach also grabbed the still plugged earbuds and then smirked as he whispered Aaron's trigger word with his gruff voice. Aaron looked up and eventually realized how glazed his Coach's eyes are, and then he started to be pushed to his own subconsciousness as the other Aaron's fully resurfaced

"Now worship me, muscle head. Master is on his way to pick you up and he ordered me to train you to become the biggest slut in this year Mr. Olympia. So let's take this slow so we can still have something to show to our Master when he eventually comes around,"

[hsgucci94]

Office hours

Summary: Harry Styles is your part-time boss and full-time boyfriend, which makes office hours interesting.

Word count: +2k

Content warning: fluff and sexual content and more fluff (m receiver)

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"I need these tasks by the end of the day, you think you could do that? They are urgent.” Your boss, Mr. Styles, asked you, standing against the doorframe of your office. You momentarily looked up to see the small pile of files in his hand, right before looking down at your computer screen and nodding with compliance.

"Sure. I'll start once I'm done with this."

"Good, thank you.” He flashed you a funny smile.

He found the sight in front of him quite endearing. You were so focused on whatever it was on the other side of your computer screen that your nose scrunched and the glasses that rested on top of it looked like they would slip off anytime soon. Although you were in no hurry to put them back up again.

Harry used your lack of attention to his advantage and proceeded to look behind him and around the corridor before entering your office and closing the door behind him. He left the files on one corner of your desk and walked over to your side. His hand stretched enough to grab the armrest of your chair and pull you to him, his body flexed forward so that your faces were at the same height. He had now fully entered your field of vision and the playful smirk on his lips told you he was up to no good.

"I'm working...,” you mumbled.

He chuckled, "So? It's not like l've never stolen a kiss from you at work."

You shook your head, smiling, and indicated for him to move forward.

He definitely did not make that cheeky move for just a kiss, but he was getting just that until your working hours were done.

There was no way you were risking it.

He might be your boss and so your chances of getting fire for something like that were void, but your reputation was just as important. And no woman who hooked up with her boss gave off any good impressions in the business world.

Harry did as indicated and closed the space between you two. He pressed his mouth to yours in a sweet and slow kiss that made you all giggly. Nothing quite like the touch of his lips to forget about all the excels and transactions that still required your attention. In that precise instant you wished you could give it all of it to him. Push your work aside and give all your attention to him.

When he pulled away, he had a big smile on, one of those that showed his adorable dimples, which were enough for you to want to keep on kissing him until your lips became red and sore. But you were at work, and anyone could come in at any moment and find out about you two.

That would be a disaster.

Ever since you started dating some months back, almost a year now, you knew your relationship had to be hidden or your position at the company would be compromised. Not because relationships between colleagues were forbidden, but because you had to maintain a standing that was worthy of respect, and if people knew you were involved with your boss in any kind of way, it'd be very difficult for you to do so. Harry understood that, and so he made sure to make things easy for you at work most of the time. Today being an exception, apparently.

"Let me know when you're finished. I'll be in my office waiting to drive you home," he spoke, and kissed you on your cheek before walking out of the room.

Funny how he expected you to get back to work and concentrate as if nothing after an interruption like that.

By 9:30 p.m. you were finally done. All your tasks for the day were completed, so you grabbed your purse and the folder where you always saved important files, and made your way to Harry's office.

The entire floor was empty. You two were the only ones remaining there, which was the main reason why his door was fully open.

You were about to knock on one side just to inform him you were ready to go, but stopped mid-way.

His face had that one frown he did whenever he was on his peek of concentration. The first two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned; the knot of his tie undone, meaning he had been a bit under pressure for the past couple of hours.

You stayed there a few seconds, quietly taking in the image in front of you, until he noticed your stare. He smiled before lifting his face to look at you. "All done?"

"All done," you nodded and walked towards the couple of chairs that were in front of his desk.

You left your purse and the files he had previously asked you for on his table. However, instead of taking a seat, you played your uno reverse card and walked behind him. When his back was to your chest you dug your fingers on his shoulders strategically to help him release the tension you knew he was feeling. He closed his eyes almost right away, finally relaxing after a long exhausting working day.

You had barely seen each other except for when he stopped by your office, not even to grab lunch or a coffee together, but you two preferred it that way to not arose suspicion.

"I've missed you.” You passed your arms around his shoulders and placed a suggestive kiss to his cheek.

"You have?" he murmured a bit distracted, finishing typing a few things on his computer. However, no matter how busy or caught up he was in his work, he could always tell your needs and intentions. He then put the screen down and turned his body around on his swivel chair so that he could face you.

You nodded, and proceeded to sit on his lap, your legs hanging on one side of his waist. You passed an arm around his shoulders, holding yourself to him, and took the chance to play with the curls on his nape.

The palms of his hands rested on your lower back and the outside of your thigh, pulling you to him, and it didn't take you long to kiss him, this time allowing your tongues to take part. The time of the day where you two reunited and shared your company had arrived, and neither of you liked to waste any second on getting as close as possible.

So you didn't.

Your fingers buried in the back of his hair, slowly pulling at it, and when a small moan escaped from his lips you realised you got the desired effect. You moved from his lips to his neck, dragging your mouth down his exposed skin, causing him goosebumps.

"Love...," Harry warned, as you felt him getting hard under you.

"Shh," you replied, kissing him on the mouth again, this time with even more desire.

Your hands soon traveled down his shirt and cautiously rubbed his crotch, causing another moan to scape from his parted lips.

You started unbuttoning his shirt from bottom to top, until he was completely shirtless in front of you, a few of his tattoos showing off for your eyes only.

He gulped, and then grabbed you by your elbow, stopping you. By the way he was looking at you, his eyes sparkling, his cheeks blushed and his mouth slightly opened, you knew he was feeling needy.

"No games, Y/N" he mumbled in a pleading tone, meaning he wanted you to keep going only if you were willing to go all the way till the end. He was in pain, and as much as he liked when you teased him, he physically couldn't get up and leave his office just like that, not after the boner you had caused him.

"I know, baby. I'll take care of it," you assured him, and started leaving kisses on his chest and all the way down to his waist, where you unbuttoned his suit pants. He slightly lifted his hips so that you were able to pull down both his pants and boxers in one go, which ended up at his feet. His pretty thighs were uncovered in front of you and, like every time you had seen them naked, you had the urge to kiss them. They looked so strong but soft at the same time...

"Love, please" Harry begged you, needing you down there as soon as possible.

"I'm going... I'm going, baby. Let me just enjoy your thighs a bit first," you replied, giggling. He silently nodded and closed his eyes to concentrate on the feeling of your lips against his skin rather than his aching erection.

You left small wet kisses all over them, your lips softly touching his skin, while he held his breath with every touch. He liked it a lot whenever you did that, it always turned him on, but his crotch needed you so bad right there and then that he was not being able to enjoy it as much.

Noticing his desperation, you soon replaced your lips with your hands and positioned yourself between his thighs, right before looking at Harry and giving him a quick glance, letting him know you were going in. He nodded, closing his eyes and tensing a bit until he felt your lips around him. You sucked on his sensitive skin while his eyes remained closed, his hands tightly grabbing the armrests to his sides, small moans coming out of his pink lips whenever he was not biting at them. If he continued to do so he would make himself bleed.

He was not very into talking or praising while doing intimate stuff, but his body language made sure to speak on his behalf. You were always able to figure out how he was feeling, if you needed to speed it up or slow it down, just by the way the muscles on his body tensed and his chest and hips raised.

The moment you felt his thighs trembling and his abdomen contracting, you knew he was ready to come. You gave a squeeze to his knee as an indicator for him to release, and soon enough your mouth was filled with his liquid.

"Fuck," he cursed, tilting his head back and fully resting it against the back of his chair. You gulped down the remains of him. An overwhelmed smile slowly made its way to his lips. "Fuck, baby. That mouth really does wonders." You couldn’t help but chuckle at his words of fascination. "Don’t laugh, it’s true. C'mere."

"Don't know if wonders is the word, but this mouth can definitely get you off."

"You wanna know what else it should do right now?" You rose both eyebrows, wanting him to continue. "Kiss me."

You shot him a giddy smile.

You quickly helped him get cleaned up and dressed again, and then he grabbed you by your waist and sat you astraddle on his lap, where he pressed your mouths together as soon as your faces were close to one another.

You stayed there, your arms around his shoulders while his where around your back once again; your face hidden in the crook of his neck as he kissed your hair every now and then, until it got pretty late and it was time for you both to go home.

You started making your way to the exit, leaving his office behind as you walked down the hallway.

"Come sleep at mine?" Harry softly asked you. His strong hand held yours, while the other grabbed his briefcase. You turned to see him. "I wanna be able to hold you all night," he continued, and graciously pulled at your arm to bring you to him so he could mischievously whisper in your ear: "Maybe even return the favour and make you come tonight."

"Mm-hm," you nodded, stupidly smiling against his neck as you accepted the invitation.

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[crueisummer]

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 | 𝓒𝓛16

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

chapter summary: You surprise Charles at a race, and he wins and asks you to be his girlfriend.

playlist: ♫ gorgeous ♪ delicate ♬ i think he knows ♡ you are in love

author's note: Part 3!! I had a lot of ideas coming in with this one that's why it took so long xD Hope you guys like it! In my imagination, Max DNF and Charles won in Austria LOOOOOL jk. Anyway, thank you so much for all the support <;3

word count: 3.1k

disclaimer: All characters and events in this story, even those based on real people, are entirely fictional.

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While sitting on the couch in your living room, engrossed in writing a song with a guitar on your lap and a notebook in front of you, your concentration was interrupted by the FaceTime ringtone. Glancing at your MacBook on the coffee table, you saw Charles' name and immediately answered the call, greeted by his gorgeous face.

"Hello, cheri," Charles greeted you as you set aside your guitar. He settled onto the bed, his head bouncing with a smile, and you couldn't help but laugh. Observing his wet hair and the towel around his neck, you deduced that he had just finished showering after receiving your text about being available for a FaceTime call.

"Aww, is my baby tired?" You teasingly remarked, knowing he preferred terms of endearment over his name.

"Very," he replied with closed eyes, his smile still present.

"I watched the qualifying today, and you did amazingly! P2!" You exclaimed with enthusiasm, as if you were the first one telling him his position, even though he was well aware.

"Merci, bébé. I was thinking of you while racing," he winked at you.

"No, you weren't," you playfully rolled your eyes, aware of his flirtatious nature, yet blushing at his words. Adding, "What time is it there?"

"It's about 9:30 pm here."

"3:30 here."

"Were you writing?" He inquired, noticing the guitar beside you.

"Yeah, just a bit. I've only figured out the guitar part for now," you shrugged.

"Can I hear it?"

"Sure." You reached for the guitar and played the chords for him.

"That sounds amazing. I'm sure you'll come up with the lyrics soon. You're like a genius," he complimented.

"Charles, please. You're going to inflate my ego," you jokingly responded, strumming the guitar. Suddenly, memories of the night you and Charles first met flooded your mind, and the lyrics began to form. Setting the guitar down on the couch, you quickly grabbed your notebook and pen, eager to jot down the lyrics.

"See? You're already writing it down," he smirked at you, shaking his head, secretly thinking, You are so talented.

As you caught up with each other, you suggested that Charles turn off the lights in his room, leaving only the lamp on, and make himself comfortable. About thirty minutes later, he was starting to doze off. Whispering a soft "good night" to him, he responded with a gentle smile and mumbled it back. You watched him sleep, waiting for him to enter a deep slumber before ending the call, recalling how last time you had accidentally woken him up by ending the call too soon.

Now, gazing at his peaceful expression, you wished he could always be like this. He had confided in you about the pressure he was currently facing—falling behind in points compared to last year, ranking 6th in the driver standings, and the heightened attention on him as they returned to Austria, where he had won the previous year—all while aiming to secure a podium win that would mark Ferrari's 800th. Last week, he finished P4 and was disappointed not to make it to the podium, and all you could do was offer comfort over the phone since you were in New York.

It had been four months since you and Charles had met, and you both agreed to take things slow. As part of that decision, you chose not to accompany him to the races. However, when he finished P4 last week, you couldn't help but wish you could be there to hug and support him.

"Please be here," Charles whispered, surprising you. He seemed to be sleeping already. Is he sleep-talking?

You responded softly, "Hmm, Charles? What did you say?"

"Here," He whispered again, and that single word was all it took for you to grab your phone and message your manager that you were heading to Austria. Once you were certain Charles had fallen into a deep sleep, you ended the FaceTime call and made the necessary arrangements. You packed your suitcase, booked a private jet and pilot, secured accommodation and transportation in Austria, all timed to coincide with Charles' arrival at the paddock.

Upon your arrival, Kika and Pierre joined you, handing over the VIP pass. The media immediately began taking photos, unsure of your identity but capturing the moment just in case you were someone significant. Your attire—a black tank top and skirt, a red Ferrari leather jacket, red Jordans, black sunglasses and Charles' Ferrari cap—made it evident that you were there to support a certain Ferrari driver.

"Charles says he's in the motorhome. He's asking why I'm asking where he is," Pierre said, looking up at the two of you, waiting for your response.

"Hmm, if you tell him you have a surprise, he might suspect something, and we don't want that," Kika contemplated aloud.

"Um, just tell him you need him to sign something," you suggested, pointing to the cap you were wearing.

"Wait, are you two official?" Pierre asked you.

“No, not yet.” You smiled sheepishly at them as they expressed their surprise.

“Wow. I bet he’ll ask you to be his girlfriend before the day ends,” Kika said confidently. “I would bet all my money on it.”

“I know he's been planning it for a while, but the surprise might be the cherry on top,” Pierre added, while Kika linked her arm with his and rested her head on his shoulder.

You laughed at their reaction as Pierre led the way to the Ferrari motorhome. You pondered silently, realizing that it didn't really matter whether you were officially a couple or not yet. Charles had been patient, waiting for you to feel comfortable with him, and you both agreed to take things slow. But lately, you couldn't help but feel that both of you were ready for a committed relationship. So, why continue waiting?

A few employees were present, but there were no fans or media in sight. Kika took out her phone to record the moment, and Pierre called Charles, instructing him to come outside. With Pierre on your left and Kika on your right, you stood nervously in the middle, removing your sunglasses and cap to make it easier for Charles to recognize you. You waited for about a minute until three figures wearing red emerged from the building. Charles was the first one out, scanning the surroundings, and when his eyes met yours, his face lit up.

"Y/N?"

"Surprise!"

Grinning, you rushed toward him, and he reciprocated by opening his arms, embracing you tightly. Laughter filled the air as Charles stood there, slightly confused but delighted, while you savored his scent and held onto him. In your imagination, you had envisioned this surprise and his reaction countless times, but nothing compared to the reality of hugging him.

The three people around you laughed and gushed at the sight, and eventually, you pulled away slightly, keeping your arm loosely wrapped around his as you smiled and greeted him with a simple "Hi."

"What? How? When I fell asleep last night, you were still in New York!" He exclaimed, his eyes widening with astonishment. His confusion was undeniably adorable.

"Yeah, but you were sleep-talking, practically begging me to come here!" You replied, creating some distance between you and Charles, placing your hand on your hip. He didn't appreciate the space and closed the gap, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, kissing the side of your head, as you faced your three friends, who were playfully teasing Charles.

"He begged you to come here!?" Carlos shouted in amusement.

"Just say you're happy she's here!" Pierre exclaimed.

“Wait, you guys are in a call while sleeping?” Arthur teased.

"For crying out loud, just kiss her already so I can turn this off!" Everyone turned their attention to Kika, who was still recording the entire interaction. Except for Charles, who gently placed his hand on your chin, guiding your face to look at him. As you turned to meet his gaze, his lips were already in close proximity to yours. He closed the gap between you and gave you a brief but tender kiss before pulling away.

Shortly after, Kika and Pierre bid their farewells, and you hugged and thanked them. Charles then introduced you to Carlos and Arthur.

"Ahh, so this is the famous 'Y/N' that Charles has been talking so much about!" Carlos remarked, smiling as you both stepped back.

You giggled and playfully asked, "Oh really? What has he been saying about me?"

"He's always bringing you up in conversations! Saying things like 'Did you know Y/N is like this...'" Arthur began, imitating Charles as the four of you shared a lighthearted moment.

"Shut up, mate! Go! Don’t you two somewhere to be?" Charles exclaimed, playfully shooing Carlos and Arthur away. They pretended to be offended but waved goodbye as they left. Charles then took your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours, and led you into the motorhome.

Curiosity filled Charles' expression as he guided you through the motorhome. "Seriously, how did you get here? Wha-?" he began to ask, but you interrupted with laughter, explaining most of it.

As he showed you the different rooms, you waved and greeted the staff. The motorhome had offices where people were working, tables and chairs in the middle, and stairs at the back. Charles led you up the stairs, pointing out the kitchen, and at the top of the stairs was the second floor, where his driver's room was located.

His room was small, with a closet on the left, a small desk beside it, and his bed on the right. You sat on his bed while he closed the door behind you. Commenting on the size, you remarked, "Well, this is bigger than what you described."

"Still, I don't like hanging around here," he chuckled, joining you on the bed. You looked at him, and he couldn't help but smile. "I still can't believe you're here. Did I actually sleep talk last night?"

“Yes! You whispered, ‘be here’ twice and I don’t know, it felt right for me to get here as soon as I can,” you explained and shrugged at the end. Charles' smile didn't fade.

"Can I kiss you now?" he asked softly, and you nodded in response. His lips were warm and soft as they met yours. They parted slightly, allowing your tongues to intertwine. The gentle tickle of his breath beneath your nose, his fingers gently combing through your hair—every sensation was heightened as you breathed each other in.

Charles firmly grasped your hips, urging you to settle onto his lap as he shifted back on the bed. Your bodies pressed against each other with passion, breathing heavily as your lips locked together. The taste of your shared breath lingered, accompanied by the feel of your combined heartbeats. With a slight fumble, he managed to remove your jacket, and his lips trailed a series of small kisses along your neck, leaving a trail of pleasure in their wake.

"Charles, you're going to leave a mark," you whispered breathlessly, reveling in the intense sensations evoked by his kisses.

"That's exactly what I want, my love," he replied in a rough, raspy voice. You entangled your hands in his hair and tugged gently, prompting him to withdraw and admire his handiwork. He looked at you, breathless, your lips reddened and swollen, your hair tousled, and a vivid red mark adorning the left side of your neck—a visible symbol of his possession.

Charles was about to speak when his phone suddenly began vibrating in his pocket. He reached for it and leaned against the headboard of the bed. Finally feeling your fatigue from the long flight, you put your head on Charles' chest and wrapped an arm around his stomach, closing your eyes and finding comfort in the rise and fall of his chest against you. You were almost asleep when you heard Charles bidding the caller goodbye.

"Babe, I have to go to the parade now. Do you want to stay here and take a nap?" Charles asked, running his fingers through your hair as you nodded.

"Okay, I'll be back in 30 minutes tops," Charles says, making a move to leave. At first, you resist, but knowing he'll get in trouble if he's late, you let him go. He kisses you on the forehead goodbye, and you're already fast asleep before he's out of the room.

"Y/N, amour. Wake up," Charles says, planting kisses on your face and arm to gently wake you up. You stir and open your eyes, and he smiles at you. "Sorry to wake you up, but you're going to watch me win now."

You laugh at his cockiness and ask him if you have time to freshen up. He nods as he changes into his racing suit, and you grab your makeup bag and retouch your makeup. Once you're both finished, he tries to lean in for a kiss, but you stop him, reminding him of your lip gloss. He groans and kisses your forehead instead. Holding your hand, he leads you outside the motorhome.

"I'm going to be busy now. Will you be fine with Arthur?" he asks, taking a sip of water while his hand remains intertwined with yours. You nod, assuring him you'll be okay.

"Are you sure? You can ask Kika to sit here with you, though," he suggests, concerned about your comfort.

"Charles, don't worry. I'm a grown woman. I think I can handle spending time with new people," you laugh, teasing him. "Besides, I'm pretty sure Kika would want to stay and support Pierre."

Once everything is settled, the two of you enter the garage. Charles greets everyone while holding your hand, and you wave at them. He shows you to your seat next to Arthur. Charles introduces you to Joris and Andrea, who are sitting beside Arthur, and then he leaves for a brief team meeting.

As you observe the garage, Joris asks if this is your first F1 race.

“First race and first-time surprising Charles.” You smile at him, and he tells you he’s going to show you something. He tilts his camera to you, and you see a photo of Charles at his apartment, smiling while looking at his phone.

“He was texting you, by the way.” He says and you blush, asking him to send you a copy of the picture. He nods and adds, “You know, I’ve never seen him smile like that.”

“Bullshit. You probably say that to all the girls he brings here.” You joke and chuckle at him.

He raises his arms and says, “Hey, I don’t have any reason to say that to you in the first place. So, trust me when I say that he’s never looked at a girl like that, ever.”

Arthur then chimes in, saying he's never seen Charles talk about someone so much, especially to his mother.

Your eyes widen. He told his mother about me? You try not to show any emotion as you ask Arthur, “What has he said about me?”

“I’m pretty sure all good things. I know she doesn’t like to judge before meeting someone, so she’s been asking Charles to invite you for dinner, but he said the two of you are taking things slow, and I think she really liked that.” Arthur smiles at you.

“Charles hasn’t had a good track record when it comes to dating, and Maman tries not to interfere; but you know.” Arthur adds and nods his head, and you did too. Charles previously told you about his two previous relationships and how fucked up everything started and ended.

You're interrupted when Charles approaches your group. He takes you to the side for a moment of privacy. He informs you that he has to go to the grid and asks if you're sure you'll be fine.

“Charles, I’m fine, okay? Now, good luck out there.” You smile at him and pat his chest.

“That’s it?” He says frowning. He turns to his side and taps his cheek. You laugh at him and gently held his jaw, tilting his face to kiss him gently on the lips.

When you pulled away, you whisper to his ear, trying to copy his accent, “Good luck, amour.”

He grins like a kid and replies, “I have my good luck charm right here.”

During the race, you wear a headset to listen to the communication between Charles and his engineer. Arthur explains the race terminology to you, and you enjoy watching the pit stops. When Charles briefly takes the lead and Carlos follows in second place, everyone in the garage celebrates, and you join in. Not realizing the film crew on the garage and zooming in on you celebrating until you saw in one of the screens. You stopped jumping and blushed, realizing there were cameras here and that you’ve been made by the media.

As Charles crosses the finish line first, Arthur and the others grab you and run from the garage to the barricades. Charles parks his car, stands on it, and raises his fists in triumph. The lot of you cheer for your driver. He removes his helmet and balaclava and was just about to hug you when you grab his cheek and kiss him passionately on the lips. You felt him get taken aback but he kisses back instantly. The crowd around you cheers, and Charles pulls away and smiles at you. He goes on to shake hands with Arthur and others before preparing for his interview.

After a few minutes, they step up on the podium, and you watch as Charles gets handed the trophy and he raises it. He looks around and locks eyes with you. He winks, and you make a heart gesture with your hands. He laughs and shakes his head.

You're glad you came to surprise him, knowing in your heart that you're ready for the next step in your relationship. While you had agreed to take things slow, you knew he had been patiently waiting for a sign that you were ready to start a new relationship.

As night fell and you found yourselves on the balcony of your hotel room, gazing at the starry sky, a feeling of familiarity washed over you. Charles lovingly wrapped his arm around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as you look back at the day and think that your spontaneous decision to support him at the race was a clear indication of your feelings, and he knows it.  

Finally, Charles finally asked the question he had been longing to ask all day, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

A smile adorned your face as you turned to face him, his arms still embracing you. Without hesitation, you kissed him and replied, "Yes."

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[iwhyzumiihajimee]

• pairing: iwaizumi hajime x fem.reader

content: hajime being a needy baby early morning

genre: imagine/drabble, athletic trainer au

warnings !! making out, french kissing, moaning, grinding, begging

word count: 1k

You face Hajime and play with his hair- "Feel better?"

"Mmm~ mmm~" Hajime hums in a low and soft voice, and his eyes half-lidded looking at you. He the slightly shifts his head and leans into your hand and fingers when you play with his hair. He smiles a little bit, as his breath is still deep, but is a lot more calmed down. "I feel a lot better now..."

You chuckle from his groggy voice, "Such a needy baby~ Are you sure you're older than me?"

Hajime tilts his head a little bit and you can see a bit of a blush on his face. "Mhhmm... I'm glad I can be needy with you... It's nice to be close like this..." His voice is softer, and even quieter. Hajime snuggles against your neck taking in your warmth. He presses his self a little bit closer to you and hugs you tighter.

"Alright my big baby~ what time is it? Isn't there practice?" You start to slightly shuffle in his arms to glance at the clock display, despite the sweet moment you’re both having this morning.

Hajime kisses your cheek gently with his flushed face and prompts himself up a little. "I think it's 7:24 right now... and I think we've got a practice session today... not 100% sure though..." He says blinking trying to adjust his blurred vision. He looks up at you and notice how cute it is that you're taking care of him. He makes eye contact with you and smiles more. His eyes are now fully opened and very close to you.

With one raised eyebrow- "Not sure? ehm Mr. Athletic trainer-san~ you do have practice~ come on let's get up, you need to get ready~

"Mmm~ Mmm~" He kisses your cheek again, pushes you deep into the bed and nuzzles his head against your neck. "Yeah, yeah... Your right~" His voice is breathless and arms cling onto you tightly. He smirks and kisses your neck, then hovers above, mouth is inches from your neck, but is not touching you. His tongue goes out and moves back in, making tiny little sounds as he starts to lick the soft spot on your neck, then switching to nibble your earlobe every now and then. His fingers are curled as he squeezes you tightly.

Savoring this moment you grab his chin and kiss him on the lips, "Mhmm~ Hajime's mouth opens up and his tongue quickly comes out and touches against yours. "Hmmm~" Hajime's arms are still wrapped around you and his breath hitches, excited to be spending time with you. Pulling you so much closer he presses his lips on yours once again, his tongue continuing to meet yours. "Mhm~" Hajime hums as his breaths become quicker and deeper. He moves his hands across your body and pulls you on top of him.

"Hajime~" You whined. "Come on, practice is 9:30 am. It's 7:40~"

"Mmm~ mmm~" Hajime continues to kiss you deeply and passionately, forgetting all about the time and practice. He rolls a little to one side so that he is on top of you properly. His hands move under your shirt and to your waist. "Hmm~ mmm~" Both your tongues touch together and pull you just a bit closer, as both your bodies move against each other.

"Hajime~ please~" You whine once again with half-lidded eyes not ignoring the good sensation.

He ignores you for a moment, kissing you deeply. Hajime slowly pulls away and his voice is heavy and breathy. "Hmmm~ mmmmm~ mmm~ His mouth is still open, looking into your eyes and his arms still hold you tightly. "I want to…~ mmmmmm~…~ hmmm~" It seems like he can’t get control of himself or his words. His voice is still breathy and my eyes are half-lidded.

"Want what?" You whispered in his ear.

Hajime still doesn't answer and his hands move down further to your hips and your body. He adjusts you on his lap, pulling you even more closer grinding against you, feeling any friction there is. His voice sounded like a growl- He bites his lips slightly and his body tenses up. Tongues meeting again and it's a little more aggressive. He moans softly, grabbing you tighter.

alarm ringing goes off

Your eyes shot up waking you back to reality as Hajime's tongue are still locked deeply with yours. He tries to get control of his words, but its not working very well. He moans softly again as he bites his bottom lip. He bites it a little harder this time and sounds like he is saying the word "need", over and over again.

"No... No..." You say as you hear your alarm ringing again. "It's getting late."

"Mmmm~ mmm~ mmmm~… Mm~ hmm~…" Hajime nods his head slowly, but his lips are still locked with yours as he pulls your lips back to his. He moves his body a bit more against you as his arms curl around you. His tongue moved slowly and you moaned softly. Hajime's hands grip your waist tighter and your arms hold onto him tightly. It sounds like he's breathing through his mouth, and his words are just noises. His eyes are half-lidded and the word “need,” almost seems forced now as he try to say it over and over. Hajime's voice is almost a whisper and it sounds almost like he's begging.

Being the bigger adult in this heated room, you slightly push him away and sigh. "Hajime... We're adults and have responsibilities. Promise we'll continue after, okay?" You softly spoke to him and gave him a quick reassuring kiss on the lips one last time.

As you did this Hajime let out a soft moan as you pulled him back to reality. His face is flushed and nods a little, although it's still hard for him to regain his composure. He still looked down to the side as you kissed him. He smiles and responds with an 'okay~' He takes a breath and closes his eyes, trying to gather himself and slowly gets off you.

[wandanatsthings]

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭

Hii, so I’m writing this fic because I see ALOT of Wandanat x Reader where Reader is Basically just skinny white girls and while there’s nothing wrong with that I would love to see something more diverse so this is that enjoy :)

(P.s im dyslexic I’m trying my best)

Word count 1.1k

Warnings: If you consider fluff a warning then ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ lol I don’t think there are any, but lemme know if you see anything please!

Summary: Wanda and Natasha help you take out your braids

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y/n pov It was a Saturday morning and your girlfriends were at work, you were home alone so you decided that it would be a great time to take your braids out. You had them for three months now and your new growth was insane. You had been dreading taking them out because you didn't want your girlfriends to see you like that you thought they would judge you. So now really was the only time to do it so you could have it washed and in a new style hopefully before they got home. You checked the clock on your phone to see how much time you had. You were grateful to know that It was only 9:30 meaning you had plenty of time before they came back tonight at 8. With that, you got up and went into the bathroom to grab everything you needed to bring out into the living room so you could watch TV while you did the tedious task.

It was only about 4:30 and you barely had half of your braids down. Your arms were tired and your back began to hurt. This would be a lot easier if I had help. As soon as that thought crossed your mind. You heard the front door open and close. That couldn't be them. Their home way too early you thought...

Nats pov

Wands and I had left the house around 9:00 this morning leaving y/n home by herself. When we got to work we checked our to-do list to see what it was we had to get done today. Turns out we both only had mission reports due, So we both decided we'd work here at the Avengers Tower for a while and then come home early to surprise y/n.

Wanda's pov

After leaving the Avengers Tower, we went back home to surprise you. As we walked through the house, we could hear your favorite TV show playing and you calling out our names. When we turned the corner into the living room, we saw you surrounded by all kinds of hair products and tools.

y/n pov

As I heard the door shut I called out to see if it was them. “Wands?” “Nat?” After a few short moments, you see them round the corner with smiles on their faces. “Hi…guys, what are you doing home so early?” you ask them feeling a little self-conscious because they were seeing you exactly how you didn’t want them to. “We decided to come home early and finish our mission reports here to spend some time with you,” says Wanda. You look up at them with a smile on your face “Aw guys that's so sweet thank you” You tell them. “Of course detka, Um what's going on here?’’ asked Natasha. You then look around to see all of the combs, conditioner, and grocery bags that surround you. You look up at them and say apprehensively “I'm taking my braids out…” What you hear next surprises you. “Oh well, can we help?” Wanda asked. You looked up at them in shock.

You loved the thought of them wanting to help you. Now neither one of them knew much about your hair curly kinky type but they were always open to learning more about it and asked you questions. “You want to help?’ you ask them with surprise in your voice. “ Yes, why wouldn’t we?” Ask Natasha “Well I mean it is a lot of work and I can't look the prettiest right now.” you say looking down. “I can’t lie you do look a little silly like this but still you are the prettiest anyway you look. I think you look quite adorable like this.” Says Natasha. What she says brings a smile to your face. “Um okay if you guys are sure I would love your help, My arms are tired.” With that, they chuckle a little and sit behind you on the couch. “Okay love you're gonna have to tell us what to do though,” says Wanda “Yes of course” you reply. You had already had the braids cut so they wouldn’t have to worry about that. “So first you're going to pick up a braid, and you can choose to use a rat-tail comb or your fingers. With a rat-tail comb, you will take the end of the comb gently and slowly start to comb the end of the braid to unravel it.”

You demonstrated by using the braid you were working on before they came in. “And if you were to use your fingers, you would do it the same way you would unravel a regular braid, but remember it is still slow and gentle okay?” You look back at them and see them smiling while nodding. “Okay if some of them are a little hard to do just add a little conditioner and it will come out easier.” “okay we got it,” says Wanda. As they start to take the braids down you feel Wanda using her fingers and Natasha using the rattail. Both of them are extremely gentle, Not once pulling too hard. As they complete a few braids you all start to get into a rhythm.

It starts makes you wonder what you were so self-conscious about in the first place. After a while of comfortable silence, Wanda begins to speak. “Thank you for letting us help you with this,” she says “Why are you thanking me, I should be the one thanking you guys. Thank you btw” you reply. “I'm saying thank you for letting us help because this is very vulnerable and we appreciate you letting us get this close to you. For letting us see this beautiful part of you.” “ I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Natasha says. You feel yourself start to get emotional.

You always wanted to be with someone who loved all of you and never made you feel ashamed of yourself and now not only do you have one person who makes you feel that way you have two. “I guess I never really thought about it that way. I'm really glad that I get to share this part of myself with you guys too,” you say. When you turn around to look at them, they're both already looking at you with so much love and adoration in their eyes. You lean up to kiss them “I love you both so much,” you say “We love you more” they both reply. With that, you all continue taking the braids out and time goes by so much faster than it did when it was by yourself. Maybe that was because you had 2 sets of extra hands or because you had your beautiful girlfriends helping you and keeping you company. Either way, before you knew it you were all done. “thank you for helping me again.” you say. “Anytime” Natasha replies. “Okay, now who wants to help me wash it?” “ME!” you hear out of both of your red-headed mouths. You made a mental note to never try and take out your braids yourself again. Why would you when you have 2 very eager girlfriends to help?

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Feedback welcomed!!

[wands-natsthing]

Helping you take your braids out

This story was on my old acct @wandanatsthings I made a new one (aka this one) which will be the acct I use from now on.

Hii, so I’m writing this fic because I see ALOT of Wandanat x Reader where Reader is Basically just skinny white girls and while there’s nothing wrong with that I would love to see something more diverse so this is that enjoy :)

(P.s im dyslexic I’m trying my best)

Word count 1.1k

Warnings: If you consider fluff a warning then ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ lol I don’t think there are any, but lemme know if you see anything please!

Summary: Wanda and Natasha help you take out your braids

y/n pov It was a Saturday morning and your girlfriends were at work, you were home alone so you decided that it would be a great time to take your braids out. You had them for three months now and your new growth was insane. You had been dreading taking them out because you didn't want your girlfriends to see you like that you thought they would judge you. So now really was the only time to do it so you could have it washed and in a new style hopefully before they got home. You checked the clock on your phone to see how much time you had. You were grateful to know that It was only 9:30 meaning you had plenty of time before they came back tonight at 8. With that, you got up and went into the bathroom to grab everything you needed to bring out into the living room so you could watch TV while you did the tedious task.

It was only about 4:30 and you barely had half of your braids down. Your arms were tired and your back began to hurt. This would be a lot easier if I had help. As soon as that thought crossed your mind. You heard the front door open and close. That couldn't be them. Their home way too early you thought...

Nats pov

Wands and I had left the house around 9:00 this morning leaving y/n home by herself. When we got to work we checked our to-do list to see what it was we had to get done today. Turns out we both only had mission reports due, So we both decided we'd work here at the Avengers Tower for a while and then come home early to surprise y/n.

Wanda's pov

After leaving the Avengers Tower, we went back home to surprise you. As we walked through the house, we could hear your favorite TV show playing and you calling out our names. When we turned the corner into the living room, we saw you surrounded by all kinds of hair products and tools.

y/n pov

As I heard the door shut I called out to see if it was them. “Wands?” “Nat?” After a few short moments, you see them round the corner with smiles on their faces. “Hi…guys, what are you doing home so early?” you ask them feeling a little self-conscious because they were seeing you exactly how you didn’t want them to. “We decided to come home early and finish our mission reports here to spend some time with you,” says Wanda. You look up at them with a smile on your face “Aw guys that's so sweet thank you” You tell them. “Of course detka, Um what's going on here?’’ asked Natasha. You then look around to see all of the combs, conditioner, and grocery bags that surround you. You look up at them and say apprehensively “I'm taking my braids out…” What you hear next surprises you. “Oh well, can we help?” Wanda asked. You looked up at them in shock.

You loved the thought of them wanting to help you. Now neither one of them knew much about your hair curly kinky type but they were always open to learning more about it and asked you questions. “You want to help?’ you ask them with surprise in your voice. “ Yes, why wouldn’t we?” Ask Natasha “Well I mean it is a lot of work and I can't look the prettiest right now.” you say looking down. “I can’t lie you do look a little silly like this but still you are the prettiest anyway you look. I think you look quite adorable like this.” Says Natasha. What she says brings a smile to your face. “Um okay if you guys are sure I would love your help, My arms are tired.” With that, they chuckle a little and sit behind you on the couch. “Okay love you're gonna have to tell us what to do though,” says Wanda “Yes of course” you reply. You had already had the braids cut so they wouldn’t have to worry about that. “So first you're going to pick up a braid, and you can choose to use a rat-tail comb or your fingers. With a rat-tail comb, you will take the end of the comb gently and slowly start to comb the end of the braid to unravel it.”

You demonstrated by using the braid you were working on before they came in. “And if you were to use your fingers, you would do it the same way you would unravel a regular braid, but remember it is still slow and gentle okay?” You look back at them and see them smiling while nodding. “Okay if some of them are a little hard to do just add a little conditioner and it will come out easier.” “okay we got it,” says Wanda. As they start to take the braids down you feel Wanda using her fingers and Natasha using the rattail. Both of them are extremely gentle, Not once pulling too hard. As they complete a few braids you all start to get into a rhythm.

It starts makes you wonder what you were so self-conscious about in the first place. After a while of comfortable silence, Wanda begins to speak. “Thank you for letting us help you with this,” she says “Why are you thanking me, I should be the one thanking you guys. Thank you btw” you reply. “I'm saying thank you for letting us help because this is very vulnerable and we appreciate you letting us get this close to you. For letting us see this beautiful part of you.” “ I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Natasha says. You feel yourself start to get emotional.

You always wanted to be with someone who loved all of you and never made you feel ashamed of yourself and now not only do you have one person who makes you feel that way you have two. “I guess I never really thought about it that way. I'm really glad that I get to share this part of myself with you guys too,” you say. When you turn around to look at them, they're both already looking at you with so much love and adoration in their eyes. You lean up to kiss them “I love you both so much,” you say “We love you more” they both reply. With that, you all continue taking the braids out and time goes by so much faster than it did when it was by yourself. Maybe that was because you had 2 sets of extra hands or because you had your beautiful girlfriends helping you and keeping you company. Either way, before you knew it you were all done. “thank you for helping me again.” you say. “Anytime” Natasha replies. “Okay, now who wants to help me wash it?” “ME!” you hear out of both of your red-headed mouths. You made a mental note to never try and take out your braids yourself again. Why would you when you have 2 very eager girlfriends to help?

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Feedback welcomed!!

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

behold, sausage not beating the watcher allegations that he started for 5 minutes. and this isn’t even including my absolute string board theory about his new life ending.

video transcription below the cut

Clip 1: Sausage is at the Vigil in Pixandria.

Sausage: Ok, really quick, I'm glad we're here. We're gonna pay our respects for all the death that's gonna be happening, uh, in that other reality. [Cut]

Alright, really quick, oh! I have candles here. One second- this is cool! I actually wasn't planning on this. Le- let's see. We have 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14. Oh! Perfect number, actually. I guess we can add this to the Vigil! 14... Let's do one here, one here, let's go... boop! Perfect. 14 of them, man. Let's do another one there. This shouldn't mess with space time or anything. This might be the past, but that's fine. I've done this so many times, it's not gonna ruin anything. Ah, there it is. Let's do another one there, perfect. You guys can figure out which candles' for who, hehe. And let's- let's leave this side open, let's do it on this side. Oh, perfect. Let's light 'em all for the deaths that happened today and last time. 1, 2, 3, 4- I'll leave that one. 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13. Perfect! Alright. Now let's bow our heads, right here. Oh, screenshot moment! Everybody, a moment of silence for our lost, uh, brethren who have met their demise. But at the end, one did- did win, right? I don't know who that one was cause I haven't gotten that spoiler yet, but, one is alive, at the end. Rest in peace. [Cut]

o7s in the chat for all the death that happened. This is a safe space to cry, but it's okay. Because at the end, there must have been a winner. Time runs out for everybody, everyone. Time runs out for everyone. All we gotta do is just sit back and watch. And maybe listen. But I don't wanna hear any whispers out there, you guys talk with your chest because at the end, it's fine! It was worth it, it was a good fight. May they rest in peace, all the fallen. Especially Jimmy. Dying first. Canary curse, forever and ever.

Clip 2: A screenshot

Clip 3: Sausage is in his church for Bdubs in Sanctuary

Sausage: And I did throw in that that was Cleo, because that was just funny when he said his mom was calling him, so I had to do it. Uh, it's almost like my character knew that happened, somehow. [Cut]

Ah, yes. I'm not a Watcher! Ask Martyn, he can confirm.

Clip 4: Jimmy is flying around his Christmas world

Jimmy: -one. [reading Sausage's chat message] "Jimmy! Really weird thing I saw last time I was online but I forgot to ask, if you go into the first igloo, stand in the door and look directly to the opposite s- side of the mountain"? [Cut]

Here... [Jimmy sees the Secret Keeper remake and goes silent for almost 30 seconds. He gulps and then stays silent for another 15 or so seconds] I'm not pressing any of these buttons. I'm not- I'm not pressing any of these buttons! Don't tell me that's me! [A few seconds of silence] What in the-? [Another few seconds of silence] No, the buttons don't work. [He presses a button] Good. This is where the server just blows up, [laugh]. Well, that's odd. Genuinely, I don't know why- how th- how that is there. I think it's Sausage playing pranks on me. He knows I have nightmares, still, about this fella.

[lokisprettygirl]

Utopia (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x female reader) (Non Canon AU) (18+)

Read chapter 5 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 6

Summary: Daemon doesn't show up for the date but he makes up for it.

Warning: 18+ sex ,period sex (if it bothers you skip the scene) death and destruction that comes from a ship wreckage, smut, sex, menstrual sex, unprotected sex. Some inconsistency with ship sinking, i researched as much as I could

You sat there on the couch for half an hour before you began fiddling, when the clock finally hit 8 you realized he wasn't going to come. He didn't even call or text to inform you that he won't be coming and that's what hurt you the most because you had hoped that he cared at least that much. You were expecting such courtesy after what you both have been through together.

Perhaps he changed his mind or perhaps he realized that he was still in love with Lily. Your eyes welled up as you thought about that possibility, you didn't want to be that person, you didn't want to be someone to come between two lovers but a part of you always knew that Lily didn't care about him as much as he cared about her. Wasn't it supposed to go both ways? Ships sink, planes crash and in those moments she'd always pick herself up first.

As the clock struck 9 you felt the familiar churning in your uterus and knew there won't be any dates today even if he did show up miraculously. You grabbed a sanitary pad from the closet and made your way to the bathroom, cursing his stupid face throughout the way as tears filled your eyes.

You knew you were about to burst into a fit of cry sooner or later.

Around 9:30 while you were preparing a cup of tea after ingesting a pain killer you finally heard the doorbell ring. Taking a deep breath you crossed your arms, and stared at the door for a moment to make him sweat before you decided to answer it.

And Why did he have to look sooo hot?

You were mad at him. Completely furious but he had a maroon shirt on with the top few buttons opened that showed the silver of white satin skin, fitted black pants, his hair was ruffled in that ' i either had sex or a strenuous workout' way. He leaned against the door frame as he looked at you up and down, you still had that stupid black dress on. The bouquet of flowers he brought wasn't going to fix anything if he had fucked Lily and was swept back into her charms.

“What do you want?” You asked him so he gave you the flowers, you grabbed it and threw it behind you, feeling awful for doing that to those poor flowers but you were raged in the moment.

“Can I explain?” He asked you as he sighed deeply.

“Go on”

“Can I come in at least?” he mumbled as he stepped closer to you so you took a step back but he grabbed you by the waist and stopped you from moving, his body pressed against yours as he closed the door behind him.

“You could have called that you weren't coming” your teeth gritted as spoke to him, anger visible in your voice.

“But i wanted to come and I'm here” he answered nonchalantly and that only spiked your irritability.

“You're 3 hours late”

“I have a reason for that”

“Did you fuck her?” his brows furrowed in slight offense as you asked him.

“Noooo”

Your heart felt still for a moment as he diffused your fears, you were so sure that he was with her, fucking her and realising that he was still madly in love with her. As your eyes welled up he grabbed your chin between his fingers and made you look up at him.

“I'm sorry i have let you down” his tone was gentle now and somehow that made you feel even worse about the situation.

“Why didn't you come? Did you change your mind?” your lips trembled as you struggled to keep your emotions in check. The thought of Lily being the reason for his absence was too much to bear.

“Do you think I'd look like this if I had changed my mind?” You looked him up from head to toe as he said that as if you weren't checking him out as soon as you had opened the door. “I was on my way when Lily called and told me that she had slipped in the bathroom. I thought that I'd take her to the hospital and still be here on time but it took longer than i had expected” you shrugged as he said that to you. What a convenient fall that was from Lily, you felt so selfish in the moment but you were extremely jealous and hurt.

“Why didn't you text or call?”

“I left my phone at her place when I picked her up so I had to go back.. good because now I have your number memorized” he mumbled softly as he placed his hands on your shoulders to pull you closer.

“You memorized my number?”

“Mmmhm..you should too”

“Okay” you both stared at each other for a moment before he cupped your cheeks. You felt a surge of emotions as he slowly leaned in and kissed you, a gentle kiss that seemed to melt away all the tension and anger between you.

“Ummm is she okay?” you asked him as you realized that you might have overreacted a bit and had allowed your emotions to get the best of you.

“Her right leg is fractured but she'll be okay”

“How do you feel about that?”.

“Fine? She's going to be alright”

“I'm still upset for some reason” you told him honestly because you didn't want to pretend as if him not showing up wasn't affecting you at all now that you knew the reason behind it.

“I'll fix that”

He picked you up in his arms and turned around to press you against the door to kiss you again, this kiss wasn't as gentle though, it was heated, full of passion and needy.

“I really wanted to treat you right baby..I'm sorry” he mumbled against your mouth so you curled your fingers around his neck.

“It's okay..you can treat me right.. here”

“Sure can” as he lifted up your dress you placed your hand on his.

“I'm on my periods”

“So?”

He put you down and pulled your underwear down and placed it on the dresser next to you , grabbing your waist by one hand. He slipped his other hand between your thighs, teasing you until you couldn't take it anymore and had to buck your hips into his palm. Your fingers clutched on his biceps as you tried to stifle the shameless moans that were erupting due to his skilled ministrations.

He leaned down and sucked a mark on your neck as he continued to rub your lips, mixing your dripping arousal with the blood. Your fingers traced down as you felt the bulge in his pants rubbing against your midsection, that's how close he was squished against you.

“Hold your dress up for me darlinn” his words came out almost in that of a drunken slur but his voice was sharp and commanding so you quickly grabbed the hem of your dress to lift it up, a loud moan escaped your throat as he wiped his bloody wet fingers all over your thighs, making sure to clean it well before he unzipped himself hurriedly as if he couldn't go a second longer without fucking you right against this wall.

His cock was hard and leaking already as he rubbed the tip over your clit repeatedly, your arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted you up swiftly and entered you in one quick motion.

“Mmm is this good sweetheart..you alright?” You bit on your lips as you noticed the concern evident in his voice,

“I am in heaven..keep going please”

“Oh you sound so sweet like that love..do it again won't you?” He mumbled in your ears as he teased you with his torturously slow thrusts of the hips.

“Please Daemon..i..need you to keep going please” you mumbled sweetly, your voice went higher and turned more sensual than he had ever heard from you.

“I'd do anything for you if you'd speak to me in such a way”

Your hands wandered to grab his gorgeous ass, they were always begging to be held. He let out a grunt as you squeezed those cheeks.

This was new, he knew that, he also knew the raw electric passion he felt in the moment would fizzle with time like how it did with Lily but the way you had your arms around him and how tightly you were holding onto him, you'd continue to hold him in the same manner right?

Even when the sex would become a routine between you two he hoped that you'd still look into his eyes when he's making love to you and and he hoped that you'd look at him with the same passion you had in your eyes right this very moment.

He really hoped so, he really wished for this feeling to never end.

He didn't want to fall out of love again, certainly not with the woman who had risked everything for him..

“Why did you come darling?” He whispered in your ear as his thrusts slowed down again.

“When? Last night ? Because you're so good at this..?” he chuckled and pressed a soft kiss on your lips before his expressions turned serious.

“That night..you came for me..why? You'd have been on that lifeboat with the rest of our friends..far away from the wreckage if you hadn't done that. Why did you do it?”

Your eyes teared up as he questioned you ..

“Because you came for me first, remember?” you caressed his cheek with your fingers as you answered him even though it wasn't the complete truth.

“I was right next to you. I didn't't do you any favor. What you did was risky and life threatening..you could have died” his grip around your waist tightened as if he was afraid of losing you like that.

“No regrets..i..think about that moment a lot..that one fraction of a second where I see myself standing on the top of the deck with our friends and thinking if I had made a different choice.. the one where i never ran after you and that thought scares me because..i picture you all alone on that Island and it breaks my heart..” his own eyes welled up as tears rolled down your cheeks, his lips wiped those tears away and he picked up his pace again.

Every inch of his presence was burning with constant hunger for you, he was all inside you at the moment then how come he was still not satisfied? How come he still felt so hollow as if he wasn't already submerged so deeply into you?

He has been in love before and it wasn't a fleeting sort of love either but what he was feeling in the moment was something so magically profound, a feeling he had never really experienced before.

That wasn't it though, what astonished him was the fact that he never wanted to experience this again with anyone else either, he wanted you to be it, from now to the end.

As he came so suddenly inside you, your walls clamped around him and milked every drop of cum he had to offer. Your mind felt hazy as you convulsed against him, everytime he made you cum you felt your soul leaving your body for a moment.

You were still soaking in the orgasmic bliss when he took you to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed, after cleaning himself up he came back with a wet napkin to clean you thoroughly, then he went into the living room to grab your panties.

“Do you need me to change the pad sweetheart?” he asked you softly so you denied,

“No, I have hardly bled on it” he proceeded to pull it up your legs. On the island you were using the same two pieces of clothes every month, you'd wash the other one and Daemon would keep it in the sun to disinfect it as much as possible, sometimes the life you lived on the island didn't even feel real, it felt like a nightmare or a dream depending on the situation.

“Had Dinner?” He asked you as he laid down next to you so you shook your head “Want me to cook?” He questioned, making you giggle in response.

“You can cook?”

“I have fed you that slightly charred fish for months.. of course I cook”

Before you could answer him he received a call from Cole, they were at Lily's place to check up on her and he was surprised that Daemon wasn't tending to her needs on hands and feet.

“Don't you think you're being a bit of an arse?” Cole said to him on the phone and Daemon excused himself away from you as he didn't want to have this conversation in front of you.

“What are you on about mate?” He asked Cole as his jaw clenched, he didn't really appreciate the snarky tone Cole was using with him.

“She's hurt and crying..come on..it's Lily..your Lily” Cole reminded him as if it was something Daemon could ever forget.. Daemon and Lily, that's how people always knew them together but he wasn't the same man anymore.

“I took her to the hospital and brought her back home..what else am i supposed to do?” he asked Cole in a frustrated voice, he didn't want to get tangled into her selfish mess again, not when life had something so precious and selfless to offer to him. Only a fool would let go of a woman like you, he wanted to move on from that failed relationship and explore the depth of this thing between you two.

“She's not wrong you know..You have changed man..” Cole chuckled and it only angered him further.

“Yeah well live on a fucking uninhabited island for months and then preach to me” he hung up the phone and when he turned around you were leaning against the bedroom door with a small comforting smile on your face.

“You should go check on her..she's hurt”

“Oh..I'll go but you're coming with me”

“Daemon –”

“Just come..let's just tell them about us yeah?”

“Us?” You asked him so he walked towards you and placed his arms on your sides, you had no option but to look up at his tall frame.

“Us..me and you..Us” you bit on your lips as he said that, he had a way of making you feel all flushed and warm with his words, one of the reasons why you were even attracted to him in the first place.

“Okay…Calm down cavemon” he was huffing and puffing about something so you traced your fingers over his chest, the half unopened shirt gave you plenty to play with.

“Doesn't it bother you? The way they're treating us? The way everyone is treating us?” he spoke solemnly so you sighed deeply as you truly resonated with the frustration he felt regarding the matter.

“Treating us as if we have just returned from a long isolated vacation? Yes it does bother me” you cupped his cheeks to make him look at you “But it's not their fault, they won't understand..for them the ship sinking was the worst of it all and it was a huge trauma in itself and they went on with their lives thinking that we were dead. But we aren't, we are back.. alive and well..so it's as if nothing had ever happened to us, they think we suffered the same as they did but it's not the same and it won't be the same. But you can't expect them to understand that. We ate fruits and fish everyday and slept on the bed of leaves..they hear those details of our survival and they think it was easy and that's okay..let them think that we had it easy”

He placed his forehead down on yours as you finished speaking, your soft soothing voice melted in his ears like honey.

“Are you always this wise?”

“Mmmhm” you smiled before you kissed him softly “Do you feel betrayed by Lily? Is it anger that's making you drift away from her?”

“Not her first time when she looked out for herself only. She was scared when she realized what was happening on the ship..I understand that..it's just hurtful that I didn't cross her mind even once”

“I'd feel the same way”

He didn't want to go see her tonight so while he attempted to cook you grabbed those poor flowers and placed them in a vase as you mumbled softly apologies to the mother nature for the disrespect, then you cuddled him on the bed to make him feel better. Daemon, not the flowers.

However, you awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of Daemon's pen scratching the paper. Despite your curiosity, you refrained from disturbing him, assuming he was in the midst of writing a song or a piece of music. So you simply snuggled closer to him, taking comfort in his presence as you drifted back to sleep.

It was surreal having no jobs but having all that money that would feed you well even if you never work again. It wasn't really the employment you needed but the passion for the art you felt so strongly about before your life changed so drastically..

The following day, much to your displeasure you went to go see Lily with Emma but you could tell she wasn't at all happy about your presence there and as soon as you had stepped inside her house you regretted your silly decision of coming here, you two would never become friends, even more so now that you were with Daemon. As Emma excused herself to go make coffee the air around you both tensed even more.

“Thanks for the flowers..they're my favorite” she said to you as she grabbed a cigarette. The way Daemon spoke about her you really thought she was against his smoking.

“I know.. Daemon told me..i hope you're feeling better” she smiled as you mentioned him.

“Of Course he knows me more than anyone..Do you mind or want one?” she pointed towards the cigarette so you denied.

“No and no..thank you though” you gave her a polite smile in the hope that Emma would return soon and rescue you from this uncomfortable situation.

“Look y/n..I like you and I feel for you..that tragedy was hard on all of us but me and Daemon..we are like soulmates. People come and go..but in the end it's me and him for each other. I'm telling you all this because I don't want you to get hurt by him eventually and then end up hating me for the rest of your life” she spoke softly. Despite her gentle tone, you felt the jab of her words and the dismissive attitude towards your relationship with Daemon.

“Okay ummm..maybe you should talk to him about this because I don't think he's on the same page as you anymore”

You mumbled as politely as you could as you didn't really want to offend her in her own space and her well crafted delusions but it was apparent that your words had bothered her greatly..

Her smile dissipated for a moment but she quickly recovered and gave you a sly retort. And then she said something to you that hurt you to the core especially after what he had said to you last night about you and him being Us.

“I don't think so..i don't think he'd have made love to me last night if he wasn't on the same page as me..he's just upset but he'll get over it.. he's my Daemon i know him”

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♡♥ A Day With You ♥♡

wc: 1870 , Warnings: Swears + 1 slur, Fluff, boys painting their nails, that should be it... You wake up early in the morning, around 6:30 AM. That's normally late for you but, considering it's your day off, you wanted to at least sleep in. You thought this day was going to be complete and absolute ass. That is, until you remember two of your best friends, Minho and Jisung, have this day off as well. Instantly, you shoot them both a text.

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These Freaks 🐰, 🐿 " Are you up or what..."

(sent)

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At the lack of response, you can only assume they are in fact, not up. With that information, you decide to get up yourself and get ready for the day even if you can't spend it with your friends. However, your thoughts change when you get a call right as you're about to get into the shower.

You pick up your phone and answer, not caring who it was since you just wanted to get your morning routine done.

When you put your phone to your ear, you instantly pull it away, going almost deaf in that one ear.

"YOU HAVE TODAY OFF AS WELL, DON'T YOU?"

Fuck, Jisung... Learn to be quiet at 6 in the morning...

"Yes, Hyung... yes I do..." You could practically hear the older smile through the phone. It just comes with being his friend.

"Minho-Hyung somehow isn't awake yet but I'll wake him! We should spend the day together, all three of us!!"

"We should but... answer me this first..." You respond, still half asleep.

"How the fuck are you so energetic... At- 6:30!?" You hear a giggle come through the other end of the phone. Did he pull an all-nighter or something?

"I've been up for a few hours, Ynnie."

Of course, he has.

"Working on lyrics or just scrolling?"

"Just scrolling."

I would hope so.

"Anyways,"

You start.

"I'm gonna get going and get ready... Don't die waking Minho up... That wouldn't be fun."

"You almost sound like you wouldn't care if I did die. You jealous that I'd be killed by him and you'd just die some regular way?"

"No. Go ahead and get ready, and we can meet somewhere. Just text me where and when.."

"Okay! Bye, Ynnie!" "Bye, Jisungie..."

With that, the call ends. Was it loud? Yes but, that's what you get for having your phone at full volume all the time.

You put your phone down and hop in the shower, the steamy water helping you wake up.

Once you get out, you dry off and get dressed.

You decided to put on a pair of light-wash jeans and a black T-shirt. Simple but you liked it. For now, at least.

You settle at your kitchen, sipping some coffee when you get a text from Jisung saying you guys could meet up around 9-10 AM. You agree on 10 AM before putting your phone in your back pocket and checking the time on the stove.

7:23

How is it 7:23 already? No idea.

You get a small crossbody bag and pack it with your keys, wallet, some gum, hand sanitizer, and clip your water bottle to the strap of it before applying some perfume/cologne and putting a few rings on to jazz your outfit up a bit.

You head out to the gas station just up the road from your apartment to gas up and get a snack or two cause who doesn't like a bag of Doritos at 7:30 AM? You would've gotten a Monster or something like that if you hadn't already had a cup of coffee and because you get practically high off stuff like that, you try your best to stay away from it.

After your little trip to the gas station, you go to the park, hoping to take a small walk and have some time to yourself on your day off instead of wasting some of it in case your day with the others turns left.

That ‘small walk’ takes pretty much all of your time. It made your legs ache a bit but that’s fine. By now, it’s about 9 AM (that’s around 1-2 hours I think, I don’t really know…). You’re sweaty now despite it being fall but mother nature has been doing her shit this year so it’s a high of 67 instead of the regular fall high of about 40 or a range of that. It doesn’t really help that the sun is out today, big and bright.

You decide to head home, jogging a bit to get to your car a smidgen faster than walking. Did it work? A bit. With a little under 30 minutes to spare, you speed home even if you passed a visible cop and ran about three red lights. 

You make it home, safe and sound, before heading to your bathroom to speed a shower, get the stink out of your hair and skin. Once you’re finished, you come out smelling of coconuts and with just enough time to rush an outfit that still looked picturesque and even spice it up a bit with some chains and jewels.

Your outfit now was comparable to your last one but just a tad more spiced up. With a baggy, gray Pompeii, Italy t-shirt and a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans paired with a snake ring on your middle finger, a black, plastic cat ring on your ring finger, a necklace with your zodiac sign name around your neck and resting on your collar bone, as well as some silver chain bracelets laying idle against your wrists, you’d say you did pretty good. Yang Jeongin approved, you’d say. 

You keep your same simplistic black crossbody bag with the same metal water bottle that’s adorned in stickers from over the years of it being around and head out back to your car. Just this time, you have more money on you compared to earlier.

You drive to Minho and Jisung’s apartment, easier since they share one now, and pick them up to bring them to the Mall. Once you arrive, you found yourself and Jisung instantly walking to the Bubble Tea shop and ordering a cup for both of you. Getting a small one for Minho too, of course! 

When you search to find Minho, you find him walking around a nail salon, looking lost as fuck for some reason when you swore he’s been here about a million times now considering he was born and grew up in the area.

“Yah! Hyung!!”

You hear Jisung yell beside you. Way to attract attention. Luckily though, it gets Minho’s. He whips around and trots over taking his tea from your hand and making almost direct eye contact as he sips the tea and tapioca balls through the straw.

“Where should we go first? Or did you only drive us here to get boba?” Minho asks. It kind of shocks you at first for no reason whatsoever and makes you feel a bit numb-headed before you come to your senses and respond with “I just wanted tea, we can go to a different place if you guys want. I don’t really want to blow through my money like it’s deadweight and the mall is the perfect place to do that…”

You walk blindly to the entrance of the Mall with the other two, not noticing you’re heading in that direction until Jisung pipes up… again.

“Ynnie, do you have nail polish at your apartment? You paint your nails a lot, I can only assume-” You cut him and his soon-to-be ramble off with a mildly harsh “Yes.” You didn’t mean for it to be mean, but it came out that way. 

“So we’re going to your house?”

You hear Minho ask and in response, you nod.

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You, Minho, and Jisung arrive at your house all of 13 or so minutes later. And almost the second you three enter, you’re met with Minho fawning over your pure-bred and rather chunky Calico.

“YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU HAD A CAT, YOU FAG!” Minho exclaims. You didn’t even bother to call him out for calling you a slur, you kind of just let it happen as you’re a bit more than used to it by now.

Jisung, on teh other hand, was searching through your cabinets, asking if you had any ‘good snacks that weren’t chocolate’. Your answer to that? No. Except for the pretzels. And possibly the goldfish. And the fruit… Okay, yes. But you lied and told him no anyway cause that’s what friends do! 

It wasn’t until 25 minutes later that you guys were finally seated either on the floor or couch of your living room, nail polish and nail polish remover along with a ton of nail charms and stickers scattered around.

“Holy fuck. How did you even get your hands on all of this!?” Jisung sputtered, clearly shocked. 

“Sung, I used to work as a nail artist… Even Minho can remember that and he’s ancient!” You respond. You didn’t mean it by calling Minho ancient. That’s just how you three love eachother.

After bickering, you pick your remote up and turn your ehad to the other two boys, Jisung on the couch, Minho on the floor next tto you. 

“So, what do you guys wanna watch? I could watch that zombie movie but I’m kind of feeling like an anime…”

“Zombie movie? As in like The Walking Dead or-” Minho questioned.

“No! I hate that. I meant Train to Busan, thick-skull. But I kind of wanna watch The Seven Deadly Sins…”

Minho narrowed his eyes at yuo but you proceeded to ignore it as Jisung spoke. “Why not the 4 Knights of the Apocalypse? Aren’t they related in a way?” 

“Well yeah… But 4 Knights isn’t that good… I much prefer the Sins…”

“What!? How!? It’s like the same thing!”

“But it’s not even Tristian! It’s some other kid-”

“Tristian sucked anyway.” Jisung muttered and at that, you gasped and slapped your hand ovefr your heart. “How dare you! He was the best of those… Movies..?”

“See! You don’t even know what they’re called!”

“Neither do you, hater.” Before you could verbally insult each other (and poor Tristian) further, Minho snatched the remote and put on a random anime called The Toradora. It was one you watched a little but got bored.

“Now, let’s paint, yeah?” Minho asked, calm as ever, which was out of character for him.

As the first episode started playing, you looked through the color options and, you considered making valentine-themed nails despite it not being near February at all. That is until Jisung shrieked a high sound at the silver and almost glitter-like stars.

“Oh, you’ve given me an idea…” You muttered, making sure no one could hear it.

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After painting everyone’s nails and accidentally getting some nail polish on your cat, the three of you settled on teh couch, cuddled against each other as you continued on watching The Toradora. It wasn’t the best but it was somewhat well.

Before you knew it, you had passed out. It didn’t matter much to you, though. You were just happy you got to spend time with the two boys you declared your soulmates—platonic ones, of course. The end :3

[penny-anna]

i bought a flat this week.

was off work sick last thursday/friday with what turned out to be the beginnings of a bad cold but at the time i was just like 'oh no why am i so tired is this the return of the Mystery Fatigue'

let's backtrack for a second!! back when i had the offer accepted on my flat my solicitor suggested october 6th as a move in date and i was like sure that works (this was around the beginning of september). then i didn't hear anything from them for many days and then i started getting major dry eye problems that became all consuming so i didn't get around to chasing them.

anyway!! tuesday last week i get an email from my solicitor like 'hi are you still able to complete friday' and i did not have the headspace to deal with it so i didn't reply

Wednesday my solicitor calls like 'hi. we need to know if you want to complete friday'. i'm like 'actually i'm really not feeling well this week, could we postpone'. she calls back a few minutes later like 'they cannot postone'. at this point i'm still thinking that if i get a decent night's sleep i'll feel better so i tell her i'll deal with it in the morning.

Thursday i feel spectacularly worse. have to get up to go to an appointment with my optometrist. almost start crying in their office bcos i'm just so exhausted. (he seemed weirdly unfazed by this?? looking back i wonder if he thought my eyes were hurting or something and didn't realise that i was holding back tears gfhglj) call out sick from work.

plan is to take a nap and then look at the documents my solicitor sent over but she calls me again like 'hi. sorry to bother you i know you're sick but can we complete today' so i'm like ah shit ig we're doing this now. please walk me through exactly what you need me to do here. 'we just need you to send us the money'. yeah i can do that. i've never made a payment this big before tho.

(i'm buying w money inherited from my mother so even for a flat purchase it's an unusually large amount of money)

'oh yeah you won't be able to that online. *pause* are you well enough to go to the bank?' i am tired enough that going to the bank will suck but not so sick i cannot go to the bank.

i had gone fully back to bed. spurred on by sudden wave of adrenaline, get out of bed and dressed and get the bus into town to the bank.

my bank closes at 3pm weekdays and by the time i get that it's about 1:45. explain the situation. turns out that to make a payment this big you need a sit-down meeting with a member of staff and they are booked solid till 3. 'can you come back tomorrow at 9:30 when we open' *dying inside* yes. i can come back tomorrow at 9:30.

go home. remember that i'd told my manager that i'd call her at 9 to let her know if i'm going to be working (i will defo not be working & she knows this) which will be tricky if i have to leave at 9 to go to the bank. have a pretty interminable IM conversation via microsoft teams about this wherein i suggest i message her first thing and call a bit later and she isn't going for it. eventually agree to call at 9 just so i can end the conversation and go to sleep.

Friday morning end up calling my manager from the bus. get to bank. whole thing takes a full 30 minutes so yeah i can see why they couldn't fit me in thursday afternoon ghfdljkfhdj. i'm so so tired. they have to go over a whole fraud prevention statement with you. 'you should be aware that scammers can pretend to be your solicitor'. me, exhausted: okay what if just this one time. a scammer is pretending to be my solicitor.

make the payment. go home to sleep finally.

later in the afternoon get another call from the solicitor. 'hi we have the keys you can come get them whenever'. oh yeah i'd been so caught up in trying to get them the money i'd kinda forgotten about. actually getting the flat.

(side note at no point was i planning to move in on 'moving day', an advantage of being a first time buyer is that i don't have to & i want to redecorate the place which is easier while it's empty)

initially say i'll come in next week but then realise that ideally next week i'll be back at work (i am not but anyway) so i might as well go now. it's pushing 4pm so will need to head out ASAP.

eyes are very dry and itchy from sleeping all day but fortunately i just (on a recommendation from my optometrist) bought a thing called a facial sauna which is a very weird contraption but does work extremely quickly.

pack my eye drops and also a peanut butter sandwich to eat in my new flat (why not) and go get the keys.

arrive at the flat. on inspection realise that the envelope i've been given seems to contain the most random assortment of loose keys. eventually identify an actual set of keys.

put my key in the lock of the flat door. abruptly hear a cat meowing, somewhere very close by.

previous owner had cats (plural) (i know this bcos i saw them when i was viewing the place). have a sudden moment of panic that i've somehow wildly misunderstood the whole situation and that she and her cats are still in residence.

look down. there is a very large, very fluffy white cat standing next to me, looking up at me as if expecting to be let in.

'you can't come in. this is my house.'

make my first mistake: think that if i open the door i will be able to prevent the cat from entering.

cat goes straight on into my flat.

i'm now pursuing the cat from room to room saying 'hey! hey you can't be in here! this is my house!'. the cat doesn't give a shit for obvious reasons (it is a cat)

i might have considered just shooing the cat outside and shutting the door but have arrived at an IMO not unreasonable concern. cat seemed very determined to enter this flat in particular and is now roaming around as if looking for something. previous owner had multiple cats and moved out AFAIK today. i have heard stories about people accidentally leaving cats behind when they move.

at this point it's 4:55 on a Friday. call my solicitor and explain the situation. ask if she could pass on a message to the seller's solicitor. unfortunately they have already closed for the week so it will have to wait till Monday but she will do her best.

decide the next course of action is to see if the cat has any ID. the cat is wearing a harness & collar so might have a tag with an address. make my second mistake: pick the cat up.

the cat does not have any ID on the harness. the cat does NOT like being picked up. cat gets very squirmy and then begins scratching me. cat manages to break my skin through a hoodie.

i put the cat down. the cat hisses at me. this is very rude considering that it is in my house.

head across the landing to see if the people opposite are missing a cat or, failing that, know their neighbours well enough to recognise the cat. there's no answer.

however!! i hear a voice down in the stairwell that sounds like it could be someone calling out a cat's name. 'hi!! is someone down there looking for a cat?' no answer.

look down the stairwell. on the ground floor there is a very large fluffy brown cat wearing a harness. !!!!! that is my cat's friend!

retrieve the cat from my flat (fortunately it just follows me out) and head downstairs. am met partway up by the cat's owner.

'oh thank god is this your cat'. it is her cat. apparently she had opened her front door to let them out into the garden and it had wandered off. 'i just moved in today it came into my flat'.

she is very apologetic. cat is unrepetent.

go back inside. call my solicitor's office. 'hi was it you i spoke to just now about the cat' (I told 2 people about the cat) 'no i just answered the phone because it was ringing. what cat.' 'can you tell *solicitor's name* that i have found the cat's owner. she will know what you mean'.

problem solved!! time to eat my peanut butter sandwich. :)

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

How long has he been away from the kids, assuming he didn't go to Cali between NYC and London?

2 weeks now. My guess is it'll probably be another 1 or 2 weeks before he goes home.

The initial PR said Harry's itinerary was an 8-day trip to NYC and London, so since we know Harry had an evening event in NYC on 9/22, he probably flew out on 9/21. (I feel like there was maybe some CDAN gossip about Harry being in NYC on 9/21, something about Meghan blowing up his phone and Harry spending the night partying.)

So with 9/22 counting as Day 1 of the trip, that places Day 8 on 9/30 - the WellChild Awards - so Harry likely flew straight to London from NYC and was probably expected to return to California after the WellChild Awards.

Sentebale announced Harry was traveling to Lesotho and South Africa on 9/27, and Harry was in Lesotho on 10/1. He traveled immediately after WellChild and it was most likely a private flight since all commercial flights require layovers and are 15+ hours. On 10/3, he was in Johannesburg for a conference.

The Daily Mail confirmed Harry's African trip was to be 4 days long, which put his return flight on either 10/4 or 10/5. My money's on a 10/5 departure since the news that Harry is staying longer in Johannesburg dropped today.

The Daily Express called Harry's Johannesburg/Cape Town extension "an extra few days" and also says "there's also another trip planned which has been blanked out of his diary and he's keen to keep it very private."

Few is generally used to describe 3-4 days so Harry will probably leave South Africa around 10/9 or so, at which point I think he will be on his super top secret private trip. I'm honestly getting military vibes on that secret trip...are there British armed forces still in Afghanistan where Harry can relive his glory days? If it's not Afghanistan, then possibly Israel or Ukraine. Or maybe it's Invictus-related.

Otherwise my guesses are he's going back to the UK or to Australia.

(There was a lot of PR months ago of how desperately Harry wanted to go to Ukraine and be the first UK royal to the front lines - William beat him there - and there was a bit of Sussex PR awhile ago too about their desire to have a fauxyal visit to Australia, around the time that people were speculating about Charles visiting Australia before his visit was confirmed. And since the PR from Harry's travels is positioning him as statesman, it sounds like he might be going someplace thorny to wield his new talent.)

(And then my guess for going back to the UK is basically because of the August PR that he wanted to spend a month in the UK for his birthday and so he can be there when Charles publishes the LP activating the Counsellors of State for his CHGOM/Aussie trip, for which Charles will arrive in Australia on 10/18.)

If my predictions/theories are correct and this top secret very private trip is for immediately after this South Africa "friends and family" private time, then I don't think we'll hear about Harry being back in California (or making plans to travel back to California) until around 10/18 at the latest, which puts him at 4 weeks away from the kids, the longest (publicly) he's been away from his beloved children since 2022 when he was "stuck" in the UK for royal mourning.

As someone snarked on SMM's post, no wonder Harry uses a photo of his kids as his screensaver. He wouldn't know what they look like otherwise because he never spends time with them.

[rielzero]

Original by for-tymora's blog, altering this slightly and removing some bits to prevent overly spoiling my oc.

30 Questions for Your Tav! [ Ask Meme ]

Your Tav as a Companion

1. What would your Tav’s greetings be (at different levels of approval)?

Negative (<0):

He stares just at you, Clicking his tongue in an annoyed tone.

"Got nobody else?"

"I would prefer if you'd find a better source of entertainment."

Neutral (0 - 19):

"Seems like you've got something to say."

He stares at you, just raising a brow and cocking his head sideways.

“This better be important.”

Medium and up (20+):

"Hmm? Sorry, you caught me off guard."

"Feeling chatty? I don't mind."

"I'm all ears." Gestures to his ears.

When spoken to by someone other than the player character:

"I'd prefer to be in touch with someone better suited for important conversations. No small talk."

Flirting:

Pretends he wasn't intensely eyeballing your back earlier, winks.

"Something wrong, love?"

"Hey, caught you staring.''

"I was hoping you'd talk to me."

"You're looking dreamy today."

"Hello, love."

"..Hmm? Hmm.." He seems happy.

"I was wondering when you'd need me again."

Partnered:

"Hello, partner in crime." Mischief on his face.

"Say what you need, I'm here to listen."

Act 3 Vampire - Partnered:

"You look hungry, or maybe I'm... Heh."

"Ask me anything, anything, anything.."

"I'd kill if it'd make you happy."

"My love, we are so close to victory, I can almost touch it." (To Astarion Origin)

''You're looking splendid and magical today.'' (To Gale Origin)

"Yes, my sun?" (To Astarion Origin)

''Yes, my love?''

Broken up:

He Just looks at you emptily, and disappointed. Dead eyed.

2. Describe their tent setup! What’s on the outside? The inside?

It's the most put-together you've even seen. Stitched to the brim, looks like it can collapse and barely covers the bedroll. Has a bunch of bags surrounding it and crates to support the rest, kind of like a pillow-fort situation.

3. What would their character quest be titled? Why?

I personally haven't decided on this yet. Rat-themed perhaps, or something to do with him looking sickly.

4. What would your Tav’s romance scenes look like? How many would they have?

Probably depends on the Origin character, I can't picture him being romanced by anyone other than Gale or Astarion at this time. There would be romance and bonding scenes.

5. Describe their idle animations!

Cracking neck, cracking bones, stretching uncomfortably.

Pondering, tapping his foot on the ground with arms folded.

Wiping his face and looking at his hand for a moment before wiping it off his pants.

Tightening his arm wraps (would look like he's rubbing his lower arms.)

Casting Shocking Grasp, just to look at the sparks in his hands, then waves it off.

Pulling out his journal and browsing through it or jotting something down.

Sitting down and drawing (Stops upon approach.)

Act 3 idle Animations would be conditional adittions.

Poking his teeth, then stare at his finger..

Observe his wrist scars, turning it around and stroking it.

Scratch his neck scars, stretch.

Looks like he's smelling something, clearly bothered by it.

Pull out a bottle of blood and sip from it excessively.

Sitting down and drawing (doesn't stop when approached.)

6. How would the player go about meeting them in Act 1? What is their introduction?

I've done a post on this before I think, but it would be in the location near the intellect devourers, hunched over and trying to keep himself from hurling.

8. After Act 3, What are they talking about at the reunion party?

Probably about the change of appearance and hairstyle, and how he's doing better than he was after the defeat of the netherbrain. He's still settling down and getting used to things, 6 months wasn't enough.

Back to Basics

9. What’s the significance behind your Tav’s name?

Locke misspells his name, because he came up with it when he was sixteen. In his mind, Loki is written Locke at first because it sounds like ''Lock-i'' to him, he was the lockpicker in a gang of orphans.

10. Does your Tav have a last name? Is there a meaning behind it?

He comes up with it on the spot, it means ''Trick'' and its very much meant to be a trick.

12. Does your Tav have any tattoos or scars? Why?

Locke's facial tattoo is magic ink, its a protective ward of sorts. Won't elaborate. His scars are all from abuse, different people.

13. What is your Tav’s main color palette? Why do they choose those colors?

Has a strong attachment to purple because of his dead childhood friend, who was a purple tiefling.

14. Where are they from? What was home like?

Baldurian sewers. Not much of a home, more like a nightmare.

15. Is your Tav more likely to fight/flight/freeze/fawn?

He fights in most cases.

17. Do they have any enemies outside of the main plot? Any friends?

He has acquaintances, his closest being a fatherly figure, The Undertaker, Jermaine.

Deep Dives

20. What is their relationship to touch? Do they shy away from it? Do they need it to feel present?

Very much touch-starved, but dislikes casual friendly touch because he's afraid of affection at first.

21. Describe a defining moment from their past, which makes them who they are today!

He has CPTSD, it wouldn't be a singularity, though I'd say the moment he became a warlock is pretty big.

22. How is your Tav’s relationship with their family? Their parents?

The woman who raised him thoroughly abused him, so did the other orphans he was raised with. As adults, their relationship is strained and reduced to just being familiar with one another. He doesn't view them as family. He simply can't.

24. What does your Tav consider to be their own biggest character flaw?

He desires to have something of his own, but fails to give it a place. He feels like everything that he does have will never be completely his own, at times. (I'm being vague on purpose.)

25. What is something they would die on a hill over?

Wizards being prone to explosiveness. He will not accept the reality that some wizards never blow themselves up in any capacity. They're all one wrong step away from exploding themselves.

27. What is the worst thing they think they’ve ever done/said to someone they loved?

Say no to his ex-boyfriend.

28. Describe a smell that reminds your Tav of childhood.

..Cooked Dwarf roast.

29. What fears keep them up at night?

Sleeping in the dark.

30. What does your Tav want more than anything?

Power, or to feel like he's worth something.

[cherrycola27]

afterglow

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol and drinking. Military inaccuracies. Allusions to and eventual smut. Friends to lovers. Mutual pining. Unrequited love. Minors DNI. 18+. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

Masterlist Previous Part Next Part

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Chapter 1: In My Head

The week passed in a blur of jets and clouds and sunshine. By Thursday, you were finally able to choke down the feelings you had for Jake, just in time for him to wreck them on Friday.

As the squadron sat in the briefing room Thursday evening, Cyclone came in, whispered something to Maverick, and then left.

"Well, folks, it looks like we need someone to make a late afternoon flight before they head home to test out some new software. Any takers?" Maverick asked.

There was a collective groan before Jake's hang shot up. "Glow and I can." He volunteered the two of you with a smile. He knew that you loved flying in the afternoon as the sun was starting to set. You always had.

"Are you okay with that, Glow?" Maverick asked you. "Yes, sir," you responded. Maverick sent everyone else home for the day. He met the two of you out on the tarmac to prep you for what you would be doing.

"Also, Admiral Simpson said whoever stayed late today could have tomorrow off. So, it looks like you two get a three day weekend." Maverick smiled at the pair of you. You and Jake exchanged a high- five before he helped you up and got himself situated.

The evening sky was absolutely beautiful as the two of you flew. The sun painted it in shades of pinks and oranges, and purples. The hues danced off the water and floated around the jet. You couldn't help but smile as Jake piloted back towards base.

"I can see why this is your favorite time to be up here." He said to you. "It's gorgeous."

"It is. There is just something about the afterglow that always gets me." You told him. And you meant it. In more ways than one.

After landing, showering, and changing, you ducked out of the locker room to find Jake leaning against the wall waiting on you. "Oh!" You exclaimed when you saw him. "I thought you would have already left by now."

"I was waiting on you, silly." He smiled before falling in step beside you. He lazily tossed an arm over your shoulders as you walked. His hair was still slightly damp, and you could smell his cologne. The scent of oak, whiskey, and tobacco filled your olfactory receptors. It was mixed with a hint of sunshine and salt water. A combination that was so perfect, so unique, so—Jake.

"So I was thinking." Jake began. "That's terrifying." You snorted. He lightly shoved you before pulling you back to him. "But seriously. I don't have any pressing issues I need to take care of tomorrow, and I assume you don't. So, I was thinking, what if we spent the day together?" Jake asked you as you reached your cars in the parking lot.

"And do what?" You asked him. "'We could get breakfast at that diner you love, and we could take the tops off of your jeep and cruise for a bit to our favorite ice cream place, hit the beach, get dinner, oh and Phoenix told me about the movie she and Lukas saw over the weekend. I thought we would check it out and maybe skip the Hard Deck because I, for one, don't want to hear Rooster bitching about how we got the day off." Jake smiled. He had the whole thing planned out.

"So? What do you think?" He asked you with a smile.

You knew this was a bad idea. If you were up in the jet, you'd have warning lights going off everywhere, and you'd be ejecting. "Sounds like a plan. What time do I need to pick you up if we are taking my car?" You asked him.

"Now, Glowy, you no good and well that I'm not going to let you pick me up." I'll be at your house at 9:30 sharp." He stated. You rolled your eyes and agreed. Jake pulled you into a tight hug before climbing into his Silverado and leaving.

....................

You set your alarm for 6:30 the next morning. Even though he said he would be there around 9:30, Jake Seresin was notoriously early for everything.

You got up and took a shower before drying and styling your hair. You took your time dawning some simple makeup for the day. After your finished with your hair and your face, you packed a bag for the day.

You grabbed towels, sunscreen, a change of clothes, some snacks and a few other odds and ends that you thought you might need.

Jake had mentioned the beach, so you slipped a simple purple two-piece on before deciding on a tea-length, bright pink floral sundress. You slipped on a pair of sandals and spritzed your favorite perfume on your wrists and neck.

You were giddy as you were getting ready. You had to keep reminding yourself that this wasn't a date. Just two friends enjoying an unexpected day off.

At nine on the dot, there was a knock at your door. "Good morning, Jake." You greeted him as you opened it. "Morning Y/N. I brought coffee and these." Jake smiled as he walked in. He handed you your favorite iced carmel latte and a bundle of fresh daisies. "They're your favorite, right?" He nodded to the flowers.

"Yeah, um—why did you get me these?" You ask him a little confused.

"My mother told me you never go to a lady's house without flowers." Jake stated matter of factly. "Plus, the farmers market is right near the coffee shop, and I saw these and thought of you." He smiled.

You quickly turned away from him to find a vase. You wouldn't let him see the pink rise in your cheeks.

After securing the flowers, he promptly stole the keys from their hook in your hallway and pulled the tops off of your jeep. He secured them in your garage. The weather was supposed to be bright and sunny all day, so you didn't bother storing them in the trunk.

You tried to argue with him that you should be the one driving, but he simply shook his head stating thst he was the pilot and you would forever be his back seater, or in this case, passenger princess.

..................

The weather was spectacular as the two of you drove to your favorite diner. You laughed and joked as the two of you feasted on bacon, eggs, potatoes, and French toast.

"I'm so glad that I got orders to come here. Lemoore sucked without you. The pilot they assigned to me after you got recalled was even more of a dick than you." You told Jake as you speared a potato square.

"Really? I doubt that." He chuckled. "And it is great that you got moved here." He smiled. Jake prayed you didn't catch the guilt behind his eyes.

It was no accident that you ended up in San Diego with him.

When pilots were being recalled for the uranium plant mission, the rule was that no pairs of pilots and their weapons systems officers could be called together. They didn't want to leave the original squadrons hanging for too long. That's why Jake flew a singe seater. He refused to have anyone in his back seat besides you.

It killed him to leave you. So, after getting word that he would be permanently stationed at Top Gun, he begged asked Cyclone and Warlock if they could transfer you, and he could get back in a two-seater.

Admiral Simpson and Admiral Bates reluctantly agreed, but it worked out for the better. Jake was much more tolerable with you around.

After you finished breakfast, Jake swiped the bill before you could set your card down, claiming once again that his mother would have his head if he let a lady pay. You had to take a deep breath and remind yourself that this wasn't a date.

You silenced the warning bells once again before getting into your car.

The two of you drove along the coast, stopping at a few shops and sent selfies to the rest of your friends who were stuck at work.

You had ice cream on the boardwalk for lunch. The two of you sat side by side and watched the waves roll in. Jake had asked you something, and when you turned to answer, he noticed you at the smallest smear of mint chip on your face. He leaned in with his thumb to brush it away, but he lingered before pulling back. His eyes darted to your lips, and he leaned forward ever so slightly.

The caution lights flashed before your eyes. No, he wasn't about to kiss you. Not here. Not out in the open like this. Your brain was screaming at you to eject.

You pulled away from him and cleared your throat. He pulled back and coughed before licking the melted ice cream from his thumb.

"So, beach?" You asked him after a beat of silence.

"Yeah, beach" He nodded.

The two of you tossed your cones before going back to your car and grabbing the beach bag you'd packed. You slipped off your sundress, and Jake's breath caught in his throat when he saw you in your purple swimsuit. His was barely able to keep his tough guy charade up as he helped you apply sunscreen.

The two of you froliced through the waves, splashing and laughing until the sun began to sink. After a quick use of the beach showers and a pit stop in the changing room, both of you were relatively sand free as you sat back in your car. You'd pulled your hair into a high ponytail and were humming along to the music as Jake drove the two of you towards the movie theater.

After getting more popcorn and candy than necessary, and two icees that would give you the worst brain freeze ever, the two of you found yourselves in the last row of an almost empty theater.

Jake had moved the armrest separating your seats out of the way, claiming it was easier to share snacks that way. But you didn't miss the way his bare knee bumped against yours through the slit of your sundress.

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At the Hard Deck, the rest of the Daggers finally concluded that the two of you probably weren't showing up tonight.

"It's not fair," Fanboy groaned as he leaned over the pool table.

"I mean, they did volunteer to take a later test flight yesterday, so it is kind of fair." Bob shrugged.

"Bob is right. We all had the same opportunity." Payback stated.

"So what do you think they are doing that is better than hanging out with us?" Coyote asked the group.

"Probably fucking." Rooster shrugged causing half of the group to choke on their drinks.

"Jesus, Bradshaw. Have some tact, man." Payback scolded him.

"What, I'm just saying what we are all thinking." Rooster defended himself. "Glow assures me that they are just friends. Very good friends." Phoenix tells the group.

"Yeah, and I'm a front seater." Fanboy laughed.

"Nix, you can't really believe that. I mean, haven't you seen they way they look at each other? Or noticed how they always leave together from here? And they are together right now?" Rooster pressed.

"Rooster does have a point." Bob chimed in.

"So I have a theory, well three, of what the situation could be." Payback began. "I'm going to present them in order from least plausible to most likely." He continued.

"One, they are secretly dating or maybe married. That would explain why she got transferred to here from Lemoore. Two, they really are just good friends and have worked together so long that they act like a couple. Or, three, and what I feel is most likely, they are hooking up, and one of them, Hangman, wants to keep it more casual, while ignoring the fact that the other, Glow, has feelings for him." Payback finished.

"Well, I don't know what it is. All I know is that Hangman is way easier to deal with when she's around." Phoenix said as she held up her beer. Everyone mumbled out an agreement as they went about their pool game.

.................

Nat was right. The movie was great, and you were glad you had seen it.

You and Jake were walking back to your car as the last rays of the sun began to dip below the horizon.

"Ugh, the sunsets here are so much prettier than the ones in Lemoore." You told Jake.

"Yeah, they are." He agreed with you. "Looks like some clouds are rolling in. We'd better get a move on." He said. You took note of the weather and agreed. You definitely didn't want to get caught in the rain with no cover on your jeep.

Unfortunately, Mother Nature had other plans. The two of you were about halfway back to your house when the heavens opened up and rain came pouring down. Jake desperately tried to find an overpass for shelter, but there was nothing in sight.

He broke a few traffic laws to get you home, sliding into your garage on two wheels. The two of you sat there for a moment, soaking wet and out of breath.

You shared a look before breaking out into a laugh.

As the laughter faded, the air shifted between the you. The electricity flowing wasn't just the lightening from the storm. Desire radiated off your bodies as you both surged forward and connected your lips.

You basked in the salty, sweet taste of him, as you tried to ignore the warning bells going off. But eventually, you gave in and pulled away from him.

"We can't keep doing this, Jake." You told him.

"I know." He replied as he cupped your jaw, dragging his lips almost criminally slow against your skin. You could feel the subtle hint of the stubble on his chin.

Heat flushed in your cheeks and spread across you from the tips of your ears to the curl of your toes. You felt like you were doused in gasoline, and his touch was the strike of the match, ready to burn you down.

"One last time?" You breathed out.

"One last time." He whispered against the shell of your ear.

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[astro-pioneer]

skipping class!

he couldn't help but not care about the rest of his classes after seeing how cute you were meeting him after his morning one. 『haitani ran』

"Hey, sweetheart." Ran's hand traced your shoulders, moving to cup the side of your head and placing a kiss on your temple. His classmates calmly went around you, too tired and used to this interaction to care about the male purposefully being in the way. Rindou scoffed from beside him, his eyes rolling before moving in front of him.

"That's so gross, can you not do that in front of the entrance?" He shifted the headphones that were sitting around his neck, giving you an acknowledgement of 'good morning' before his brain finally registered what you were wearing. "Why the fuck are you still in pajamas-" he checked his phone for the time to accurately finish his (unneeded) criticism, "-when it's already 9:30?"

Ran waved his hand in front of his brother's face, leaning some of his weight onto you. "Yeah, yeah, pumpkin. Anyway, have fun in our classes! Tell me what we learn later, alright?" His little finger wave was all his brother had to reply to, as Ran was already directing you back towards your apartment right outside campus.

You held your phone up, your local cafe's social media page opened. "Look, they added the drink you favoured to the main menu! They even sent me a message saying that we'd get a discount for a bit because everyone's been ordering the drink so much." He squeezed you closer to him as he planted another kiss on your temple.

"I'm assuming you want to go today— careful, wet stairs— while we buy the stuff we need? It's on the way." You allowed him to hold your phone in his pocket ("Why wouldn't I let you hold it? I have nothing to hide." A conversation that left him dumbfounded for a few days.) as you got closer to the bridge that connected the academic side of the campus to the residential.

The walk was a little longer compared to Ran's walk to his dorm, but he never minded. He gets to spend more time with you and without any awkward third wheels or friends around on days like this, so how could he complain. "Mmm, I want to but I don't know if I'll have enough for our usual this time. I forgot some things on our last shopping trip so I need to spend more."

He tutted, "You know I'd love more than anything to help you with stuff, right? Besides, sweetheart, I use half the stuff at your place anyway, so it's only natural for me to help. Also, don't worry about the cafe. I'm your boyfriend and would love more than anything to pay for it every time, no matter what you say." He made you laugh the rest of the way to the apartment, eyes only leaving your cute kissable adorable face whenever there was a crosswalk.

"Go get ready, sweetheart. Take your time. I'll be waiting down here." Your apartment had a loft, which was where you kept your clothes and usually got dressed (unless company was over). Ran liked it because he could see you from the couch when you didn't have the curtains pulled shut. He never watches you change in a sexual way despite what others would think. Adoration is constantly plastered on his face.

"I love you, sweetheart." You paused halfway in putting your shirt on, turning to look at him before a smile appeared on your face, saying it back before you resumed getting dressed. "Should we get something to eat, too? I know you want to go grocery shopping but I figured we could eat something small before then." He helped you choose between outerwear that would be both comfortable and match well.

"Alright, you ready?" He met you at the door, digging through his abandoned schoolbag that was next to yours for his keys and wallet, the matching door key sticking out from the two plain keys he had on the keyring. This time, you kissed him after he locked the door for you before he rewrapped his arm around you, heading to the cafe to finally start your day.