#tun packs

[kimio7]

Now i know how to play balatro, im also understanding the game fucking HATES me

[tragedy-of-commons]

step away.

── alhaitham x gn!reader

summary: You seek a reprieve from what is considered "normal".

contains: modern au, nebulous work setting, alcohol discussed but no one actually gets drunk, word vomit, coworkers, implied autistic reader

word count: 2.0k

notes: idk where this came from. uh. reader's relationship with him warrants closer inspection. hehe

The venue wasn’t anything extraordinary, but it was still a far cry from your normal. 

A strip of hospitality suites and conference rooms connected by carpeted hallways, staffed by burly, tired security guards stoically trying to coexist with the raucous speakers. Their bass-driven reverberations could be heard even a floor above, where guests try even now to settle down in their hotel rooms. 

Or, alternatively, said hotel rooms are empty, vacated by their denizens - which happen to mostly consist of your coworkers; a sizable lot are still inside, partaking in drunken karaoke - or even worse - social niceties. 

That was one of the catches to this whole trip: you were brought in here for work. 

Suffice to say, these things have never been your scene. The noise is always borderline unbearable, you’re expected to clean up and burn valuable gas money (that’s not comped like the rooms are - tax write-off it is then), and you always feel so dreadfully out of place, no matter your role in the event. 

Speaking of, the whole reason you bothered showing up in the first place is because you were tasked with the responsibility of giving a concise, edifying lecture on “any topic of your choice”. 

Talk about a fool’s errand. When the memo was unceremoniously dropped into your inbox, you almost laughed, because it sounded like an assignment reminiscent of your highschool Speech 101 class (required credit).

Not to mention, everyone comes to these functions to get drunk - save for you and a certain someone - so preaching to your subordinates and superiors about anything would just result in syrupy laughter and jeering anyway, regardless of the speech’s content. 

Or just eerie silence, because you’ve never been a team player. You’ve been told that your resting bitch face is pretty strong. 

To put it simply: asking you to give a lecture at this gala was frivolous, unnecessary, and of no benefit to you. You even complained as much up the ladder, but you were only passed back down the telltale chorus of a thousand crickets. 

And then, right after, a branch-wide email was sent out tacking on the (apparently unimportant) detail of Oh, sorry, we forgot to mention it, but your holiday bonuses will be awarded at the eastern banquet hall. If you don’t attend, you’ll still get them, but it’ll take four weeks for them to be mailed out. Happy fucking holidays.

The reasons to go were, unfortunately, plentiful - and stacked against you, leaving you dejected and packing your bags like you were going off to war, never to return. But, thankfully, there was one silver lining culled from the tipped scale.

You and your partner, Alhaitham, are employed at the same practice. 

Sure, this feat makes commuting easier, and so does coordinating vacation days and leisure time to align with both of your needs as they evolve - but it also meant, then, that you could drag him along. It meant that you didn’t have to be miserable alone, faced with the challenge of I don’t want to do this, I’d rather quit than do this, and finally, I’d rather burn in hell than do this.

And it wasn’t particularly hard to convince him. Nostalgically juvenile parties with people he couldn’t care less about aren’t his scene either, far from it - but he wasn’t required to give a lecture. He could leave anytime he pleased, trekking back up to the hotel room and enjoying its free amenities for a night, book in hand. 

“We aren’t hurting financially. I’m able to wait for my bonus,” he’d initially reasoned with you, clearly uninterested. “If you’re attempting to entice me, I’d rescind avarice as a potential motivator.” 

Quickly, you’d changed your tune, deflating. “I’d—I’d really like you there. For moral support, I mean. If I have to brave these fuckwads alone, I’ll end up burnt out and crabby for a week, at least.”

Alhaitham had spared you a glance then, satisfied with your candor. “Alright.”

Then, you kissed him on the cheek while he tried to tamp down the quirk of his lip, and life dragged on until the fateful day (of reckoning). 

The drive was hellish, thanks to everyone and their mother pulling into the city for some kind of convention or another - hundreds of cars crammed into the same, discordant business district. You took up the mantle of getting both of you there on time, which was a lot harder than it should’ve been. The GPS mischievously led you astray multiple times, the robotic narration dominating most of the ride. But in the end, you wrangled the dependable SUV en route. 

(Hayi napped for most of the trip. You’re grateful for that; you don’t think you could’ve lived down your nonexistent sense of direction while he was conscious. He usually drives you around anyway…)

With that, you settled into the parking garage with little issue. Loading luggage up onto a cart and checking in wasn’t that notable, either, but you did shut down mid-conversation with one of the affable front desk ladies, and your partner had to tie up the loose ends regarding payment in your stead. 

You remember his voice, a tinge lower from sleep, hurrying things along in that no-nonsense tone you’ve grown so fond of. 

You remember his voice so well because that’s when your nerves started to act up.

The room was up to par, boasting two queen-sized beds, a bathroom, and the standard compact living area. At that point, he definitely began to catch on, his verdant eyes pointedly fixated on the tremulous fumbling of your keycard or the methodical yet neurotic way you unpacked your things. 

It’s the little things that define a relationship.

“You’re truly not obligated to go,” he’d reminded you, practically roosting, posture ramrod straight yet relaxed against a chair. It’s crazy how much you were able to discern from just a single glance - you could practically see the criticisms Alhaitham had about the desk set’s quality and comfortability, all of it in the minute misgivings of his features. 

The way he was looking at you then - only a select few people could’ve placed it as soft - you being among those select few. He’d aptly continued, “Everyone will be three sheets to the wind. You and I both know that no one will be patrolling, making sure you give a sanitized pep-talk on the importance of a strong work ethic.”

“I know,” you’d sighed, flitting back and forth between the modest closet and the innards of your suitcase resting supine on your claimed bed. “But we’re already here, and I know Setaria saw us down at reception.”

“So?”

“She’s gonna ask a lot of questions if I flake at the last minute.”

“Let her. You’re stressing yourself out over practically nothing - consider that.”

You remember groaning and then collapsing onto his neighboring bed, lamenting his damnable sensibility. Deciding to heed his reassurance, because it was reassurance (you know this nerd like the back of your hand), you bit the bullet and got ready anyway, leaving your partner to his own devices.

Everything after that blurred together. You left Alhaitham in room 330, trundling in and out of elevators and through elaborate corridors - the catacombs that led you to the banquet hall was just a prelude of confusion and adversity. For most of the party’s duration, you could barely hear yourself think (as expected), but wondrously, no one paid you enough mind to strike up conversation. One glance at your laminated, nametagged lanyard was enough to scare them off.

The catering job was nothing to sneeze at either. Under strobe lights and through your acute, unpleasant vertigo, you saw many dishes and hors d’oeuvres divided among tables that you couldn’t bother visiting or taking a closer look at. 

It was too loud, too uncomfortable - as most things are for you.

It’s exactly 11:32 in the evening when you step away from the party. 

The main hall sectioning your practice’s festivities off into rooms diverges a number of ways; a left here, you end up in the lobby. A right there, and you end up in an outlet mall meant to eke as many purchases out of trashed vacationers as possible. But a combination of the two directions leads you to the hotel gardens.

Stepping out into the mouth of the retreat, your lips part in awe. It’s not very big, the whole area spanning about two conference rooms. But there are maintained, lush beds of flowers outlining a small gazebo, the structure illuminated by a few lanterns bolted to its latticework. 

In the midst of so much business, it’s almost a little startling to come across a safe haven from social affairs - something entirely pulled together by the absence of humanity and the abundance of nature. 

Your feet ache. Immediately, you ascend the rustic staircase up into the gazebo. Its steepled ceiling and observation railings warmly welcome you. Deciding to rest your elbows and stare transfixed at the greenery, propped up and mentally checked out, your thoughts take an aimless journey.

Why exactly are you here?

It’s not because of any holiday bonus, not really; you wouldn’t have stepped away from the party if you were dead set on extra money. Are you here because you want to grow closer with your colleagues? Hell no, especially since bringing yourself to go to work everyday is such a challenge in its own right.

You think you’re here because you want to feel normal. 

That’s not to say you crave all the trimmings of a conventional work-life balance. No, you don’t want to keep up with friendships you don’t care about. No, you don’t want to know the origins of every inside joke in painstaking detail. What you want, really, is to have your cake and eat it too; you want to experience being a social butterfly without the commitment it comes with, for one night, just to see if it’s all it’s cracked up to be.

That’s why you’re here. And no, it’s not it’s all cracked up to be. Probably. You’ll never truly know, because this experience is one lacking the aforementioned commitment, but the taste you were given was sour on your tongue. You didn’t like it. 

It’s not… you. This is not your scene, and you knew that going in. Stupid. 

Truthfully, you didn’t even prepare any notes for your presentation. Maybe, deep down, you knew you wouldn’t be able to get through the night, pretending to be something you’re not. The way tonight has unfolded makes you giddy with irony, bursting at the seams with self-awareness.

You cup your hand over your mouth and laugh, snickering quietly to yourself in the solitude of the gardens.

At least you didn’t commit so much as to hit up the bar, stuttering out an order that makes no sense and unwisely pounding back a glass to feel, uh, normal-er. No, that’s something you’d do a few years ago, when you used to masquerade around a lot more, to feel normal. That’s a win in your book. 

You’re not the same person you used to be, even if doubts emerge and make you do things you normally wouldn’t. You’re still young and figuring it all out.

Suddenly, your phone pings twice. You vehemently shake your head, awakening from your stupor, then fishing the device out of your pocket, squinting at the way your home screen lights up. It wholly ruins the natural and introspective essence this sanctuary has, but oh well. 

The texts materialize and hover over your wallpaper - which happens to be a sentimental photo of you and Alhaitham, your arm obnoxiously slung around his shoulder while he stares into the camera, unamused but unwilling to shove you away. 

It’s the little things that define a relationship.

Hayi: When you’re finished wrapping up, it’d be in your best interest to hurry back.

Hayi: Your show is on. Though it’s the CN dub, I’d be happy to translate - the subtitles aren’t doing it justice.

…

You’re heading back up to room 330, everything else be damned. 

You: I’m coming. I love you <3

Hayi: I love you too.

[wh0re43van]

Boyfriend Pt 2 (Warren Lipka x Reader)

Summary: Your boyfriend catches Warren being a little too friendly with you, causing a fight to break out. Warren expresses that he wants to be more than a secret booty call.

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: smut, violence (not really directed at reader), blood, weed

Pt 1 , Pt 3

I wake up to my cell phone buzzing on Dakota’s nightstand. I groan, throwing the unconscious boy off me as I roll over to grab the small rectangle of plastic. I check the digital alarm clock.

2:35 in the morning. Who the fuck is calling me?

My stomach flips when I see Warrens name lighting up on my phone. I run out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.

“Hey,” I whisper. “Warren it’s 2:30 in the morning,” I giggle quietly as I lock the door.

“I know, I know,” he laughs. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I hear the bong bubbling in the background. My cheeks burn red. “I just got some crazy bud if you wanna come smoke,” I can hear his smirk through the phone. “I can pick you up,” he offers. I smile at his extremely tempting offer.

“I can’t,” I sigh, disappointing both Warren and myself. “I’m at Dakotas. He’ll wake up and I already agreed to drive him to the gaming store first thing in morning,” I explain. He’s silent for a moment.

“Alright,” I can hear frustration in his voice. “Yeah, I’m the side piece, I forgot,” he scoffs. My heart sinks.

“Warren, I’m sorry,” I want to cry.

“No,” he sighs. “I understand I guess. I will see you soon though,” he says calmly.

“Of course,” I sigh in relief that he still wants to see me.

“I’ll see you around, beautiful,” he says, then the line goes dead. I delete the recent call before crawling back into bed, but I’m unable to sleep. I miss Warrens voice so much. I kick myself for not accept his offer as I toss and turn for the rest of the night.

•

•

The next afternoon, I sit across from Dakota in a small local diner, playing with the spoon sticking out of my coffee mug as he talks on his cellphone to one of his friends about a football game or something, I’m not too sure honestly. I’m not really listening.

A car door slams catching my attention. I look out the condensation covered window next to our booth to see Warren and a guy I’ve never seen before step out of a vehicle. My eyes light up.

“I’m gonna go smoke a cig real quick,” I sputter in one breath, taking my pack of Camels and running out the door before Dakota even responds. I walk up behind warren without him seeing me, as he talks to the other guy getting out of the car.

“Got a light?” I ask, popping a menthol in my mouth as I smile from ear to ear, tapping his shoulder. He turns around with his eyebrows threaded in confusion, but immediately matches my expression as soon as he sees me.

“Y/n,” he pulls me into a hug. “Spencer gimme your lighter,” he demands the other guy. He tosses a blue bic lighter to Warren.

“Who’s-“ Spencer begins to ask.

“Just go get us a seat, man,” Warren cuts him off. The awkward boy walks away quietly. Warren turns back to me, his grin returning as he lights the menthol cigarette between my lips.

“Thanks,” I smile, feeling butterflies in my stomach as he watches me remove the cigarette from my lips, exhaling the smoke.

“Mind if I bum one? Spencer locked mine in his car,” he motions to the pack of Newports trapped on the passenger seat. I giggle, handing him a cig.

“You here by yourself?” he asks as the orange flame from the lighter lights up his face and reflects an auburn glow in his dark eyes.

“Uh, no, actually,” I take another drag, motioning my cigarette towards the window of the dinner. Warren tuns to see Dakota talking on his phone, still unaware of my departure.

“Oh,” his grin faulters.

“I’m, uhm, free after this though,” I offer. Just like that, his dimples have returned.

“I have some stuff to go over with Spencer,” he throws his thumb over his shoulder in reference to the awkward boy in dinner, then ashes his cigarette. “But I’m free tonight,” he stares into my eyes. I can’t contain the huge grin plastered on my face. Warren reaches his free hand out to slowly release some loose strands of my hair that the wind blew into my lip gloss. His hand lingers on my face, we lock gazes as his thumb caresses my cheek, I close my eyes and lean into his touch.

“What the fuck are you doing with my girl, man?” Dakota shouts, quickly approaching Warren. He swiftly turns around to face my angry boyfriend.

“Just calm down man. I wasn’t-“ Warren laughs, tossing his cigarette on the ground, but Dakota cuts him off by shoving his chest, hard. He doesn’t budge, but easily retaliates the gesture, sending Dakota stumbling backwards a foot or two. I know it’s wrong, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say its insanely hot watching Warren get angry.

“Keep your hands off me, douchebag or ill kick your ass right here in front of your girl,” he spits in Dakotas face, literally. Dakota looks at me, wiping Warrens’ saliva off his face, then quickly hits Warren with a right hook. Warren’s head snaps to the side with the loud thud of knuckles on skin. Warren looks back at Dakota in shock, wiping the small trickle of blood from his nose. I watch completely stunned, even though I want to stop them, I can’t move. This all happened so fast.

“You hit like a pussy,” Warren chuckles before uppercutting Dakota so hard that his neck cracks as his head flies backward. I snap out of my haze, running over to Dakota as he steadies himself. I grab his arm in attempt to help him.

“Come on, Dakota let’s just go,” I plead, not wanting to watch him get his ass laid out on the frozen pavement.

“Get off me, bitch!” he screams, back handing me, not taking his eyes off Warren. I grab my cheek, about to cuss him out when Warren takes Dakotas collar into his fists, shoving him against Spencer’s car. Warren grabs his throat, holding his head steady, so his already bruised knuckles can strike as hard as possible against Dakota’s jaw. Blood immediately pours out of his busted lip.

“Don’t fucking talk to y/n like that!” he screams, just inches from my boyfriend’s face. The veins popping out of his neck, his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping onto Dakota. Warren spits the blood that’s dripped from his nose between his lips into Dakota’s face. “Does that make you feel strong, pussy boy? Huh? You feel like man when you bitch slap your girlfriend?” he growls, his fist contacting Dakotas abdomen this time, knocking wind out of him, leaving my boyfriend wheezing.

When Warren screams that last phrase, that’s when I realize; Dakota is fighting for his masculinity, Warren’s fighting for me. I turn on my heels to run inside the dinner, finding the boy that Warren arrived with.

“Spencer, right?” I ask out of breath. He nods his head, confused. “Warrens beating the shit out of my boyfriend, I need you to help me stop him before he kills him,” I explain breathlessly.

“Oh,” Spencer says processing what I’m saying. “Oh my- Oh my god!” He jumps from the seat, running out the door with me.

“Warren, dude come on, you’re gonna get arrested!” Spencer shouts, cautiously approaching the scuffling boys. It seems like this isn’t the first time Spencer has witnessed this. It appears that Dakota managed to get another hit or two in, because Warrens eyebrow appears busted and they’re on the ground now, a small pool of blood forming on the frosted pavement underneath Dakota.

“Fuck off, Spence,” Warren growls about to strike again.

“Please Warren! You’re gonna kill him!” I shriek. Warren pauses, Spencer takes the opportunity to pull Warren off Dakota. I run over to my boyfriend, trying to help him up.

“Get off of me you stupid bitch!” Dakota shouts, slapping me off him as he tries to stand on his shaky legs.

“Hey!” Warren shouts in the background, Spencer holds him back again.

“Dakota, please. You need help,” I plead feeling bad for him.

“This is your fault! If you weren’t out here whoring it up with this clown, this wouldn’t have happened,” he screams in my face, blood dripping from multiple different wounds on his face, his nose already purple.

“Just let me drive you home,” I sigh, feeling less guilty since he had the audacity to call me a whore, when he slept with my cousin in my own car two months ago. Actually, after remembering that, I don’t feel bad for him at all anymore.

“No! I’m walking! Fuck off! And fuck all of you! You too Spencer!” he shouts as he limps away, holding his stomach.

 I guess spencer was the mutual friend.

��I turn to see Warren leaning against Spencer’s car, smoking one of his Newports.

“What did I do?” I hear spencer ask, I ignore him.

“Warren I’m so-“ my eyes well up with tears, my cheek still stinging as the cold wind blows against the hand print on my face.

“Come here, are you okay?” He pulls me into a quick hug then examines my cheek. Placing a bloody hand on my cheek.

“Of course I’m fine,” I sigh grabbing his face. “Look at you,” I frown, putting a gentle hand on his face. He winces against my touch. His bottom lip and right eyebrow are both busted. There’s blood coming from his nose, flowing over his lips and onto his chin. His right cheek is bright red and swollen.

“You should see the other guy,” he chuckles, popping the cigarette back into his mouth. How can he joke at a time like this. Nevertheless, I laugh lightly, shaking my head.

“Let me get you cleaned up,” I offer.

“I’ll go get your keys and stuff,” he smiles.

“No, Warren, I can get them. Just stay here,” I dash back into the dinner, everyone giving me weird looks. I smile awkwardly, throwing a 10 down on the table, then run back to the boys, the bells on the doors jingling loudly behind me.

“Okay, come on,” I take Warrens hand.

“Should, uh, should I just go home then?” Spencer asks awkwardly with his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, Spence. Get the fuck out of here,” Warren dismisses him, half joking with the timid boy. I can tell that their friendship has an interesting dynamic.

•

•

“Thank god my folks ain’t here,” Warren sighs as he unlocks his front door, allowing me to enter the home first.

“Where’s your first aid kit?” I ask looking around the house, which is becoming a familiar scene.

“I’ll grab it, just head down to my room,” he says motioning to the basement door as he walks up the carpet steps. I obey, making my way to his bedroom.

I sit down on his couch, a few moments later, Warren enters with the first aid kit.

“Is the worst of it on your face?” I ask the mangled boy in front of me as I pop the plastic box open. He winces as he pulls his black t-shirt up and over his head. He turns around to reveal a nasty patch of road rash stretching from his spine over to his left shoulder. “Oh, Warren,” I gasp, sadness in my voice. I feel horrible for him. He sits down on the couch next to me.

“He got the best of me for about four seconds, but it was enough to fuck my back up pretty bad,” he laughs. Somehow still smiling even though he’s covered in dried blood-most of it not his- and his lip is busted.

“I’m sorry about that, Warren. I should have just stayed in the diner,” I shake my head as I open a gauze pad and grab the rubbing alcohol.

“But if you’d done that, you wouldn’t be sitting in my room right now,” he grins, but winces a bit. It probably hurts to smile; His cheek is bruised pretty bad.

“Yeah, but at least you wouldn’t be in pain,” I say as I pour the strong smelling alcohol onto the gauze.

“Worth it,” he smirks, resting his busted knuckles on my thigh.

“This is gonna sting,” I say, taking a deep breath. He nods, closing his eyes. I press the alcohol soaked cotton onto his split eyebrow.

“Fucking hell,” he grunts through gritted teeth, squeezing my thigh.

“I know, I know,” I pat the wound a couple more times before removing it. “I’m sorry,” I dampen another gauze pad, moving to his lip. He hisses again but allows me to clean the gash. Finally, I have him stand and turn so I can clean his shoulder. I can’t help but admire his back, running my fingers gently over the undamaged skin, leaving goosebumps behind every trace. The room is quiet, just the faint buzz of the dim overhead lights and Warrens breathing.

“Does it look bad?” he breaks the silence, looking at me over his shoulder.

“No, uh,” I clear my throat. “Sorry just uhm,” I clumsily grab a new cotton pad and the alcohol, naturally spilling it a bit, embarrassed that he caught me staring. “No, it’s not too bad,” I say as I fumble with the cotton.

“Why are you so nervous all the-“ he laughs, then I push the alcohol to his cuts. “Shit! Fuck, Y/n warn me next time!” he shouts. I wince at his loud tone as all the muscles in his back tense. I pull away, tears begin to form in my eyes. The past hour has been so stressful and him raising his voice sent me over the edge. I know he didn’t mean anything by it, that I just caught him off guard, but I can’t help how my body responded.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he quickly turns around, seemingly forgetting about the pain, bringing me into a tight hug as a couple tears roll down my cheeks. “I didn’t mean-“

“I know,” I smile up at him as he wipes the stray tear from my face. He looks so pretty, even when he’s doused in dried blood and half his face is bruised. “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed… I really need to smoke,” I sigh.

“Ditto,” he agrees, pulling away. “I’m gonna shower real quick. If you could, would you grab me the icepacks out of the freezer in the kitchen? Then I’ll bust out the bong,” he winks as he walks towards the bathroom in just his blood stained jeans. I smile and nod, then turn to walk up the steps.

•

•

After locating the ice packs, I run to my car to grab my weed. I go back inside, making my way to the steps, hearing a The Offspring cd playing as I descend into the basement. I see Warren already sitting on the couch, wearing nothing but a towel, his damp dark hair stuck to his forehead.

“Hey beautiful, what took so long?” he asks as I take a seat next to him.

“Oh, I ran out to my car to grab my bud so I could match you,” I explain as I set the jar on the table, then I hold an ice pack to his cheek. “You poor thing,” I sigh. He looks much better now that he’s cleaned up, but now I can see the wounds for what they really are.

“Come on y/n, you know I’m not gonna let you match me,” he laughs, continuing to break up the weed.

“Warren, I insist. I already feel bad enough that I got you into a fight,” I open the jar, but he snatches it out of my hand.

“No,” he says sternly, looking into my eyes. “And don’t say that. You had nothing to do with the fight, that dumbass came out swinging and disrespecting you. That’s all on him,” he says seriously. I just nod, a bit intimidated by his stern tone. He grabs the lighter and the bong handing it to me,

“Ladies first,” he winks, the mood much lighter now. He takes the icepack into his own hand so I can hit the bong. He watches me as I take a big hit. The warm smoke filling my lungs quickly. I blow the milky smoke towards the ceiling, as I sink into the couch.

“What?” I giggle when I realize that Warrens still watching me.

“You’re just so pretty, I never want to take my eyes off of you,” he smiles, setting the icepack down to take the glass out of my hand, pulling a huge hit. I see his muscles relax almost instantly.

“You’re pretty too,” I chuckle, taking one more hit. It doesn’t take long to feel the effects, I feel light but heavy at the same time; like I’m floating, but my limbs are too dense to move. This is one of my favorite feelings in the world.

“I was, until I got my face banged up,” he frowns, putting his mouth to the opening of the bong.

“I don’t think it’s a bad look,” I say honestly. “I know you’re in pain, but you do look pretty badass. It’s kinda sexy actually,” I giggle, the THC clouding my brain doesn’t allow me to keep that last thought to myself. Warrens ears perk up at the word ‘sexy’. He sets the bong down, scooching closer to me, the towel wrapped around his toned torso falls a bit, exposing his V-line and a bit of brown hair right below it. The sight makes me moan internally.

“Is that so?” he smirks, his face coming closer to me.

“Mhm,” I smile, bringing my hand up to feel his bare chest. He hovers above me as I lay heavy in between the couch cushions. “Even sexier than normal,” I smile, looking at him through lidded eyes. Warren leans down, pressing his busted lip against mine, I kiss back gently.

“I’ve missed your lips,” he smiles, resting his forehead against mine.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” I ask, cupping his uninjured cheek in my hand.

“Nah, you fixed me up real good Doc,” he chuckles. “Plus, I’m pretty stoned right now. As they say, weed’s the best medicine,” he says bringing me into another kiss. I melt completely into him; This is all I’ve craved in the two weeks it’s been since I’ve seen him last.

“I’ve missed you so much, Warren,” I admit into the kiss.

“Lay down darling, I owe you for fixin’ me up,” he says helping me turn to lay down the couch.

“Warren, you should just take it easy, baby. You’ve been through a lot,” I rub my hand up and down his arm, over his silly tattoo. He smiles at the pet name, reaching for the waistband of my pants.

“I am taking it easy, beautiful. Weed might be the best medicine, but you’re a close second,” he smirks, taking my pants and underwear off in one swoop, making my stomach flip. I’m almost ashamed of how easily I become puddy in his hands. “Mmm, so pretty,” he gently runs his hands up my thighs as I spread my legs for him, he doesn’t even have to ask. I’m always ready for him.

“Warren you really don’t have-“ he places a quick kiss on lips.

“Shh, I don’t wanna hear you speak unless you’re moaning my name, okay, beautiful,” he says gently but sternly, a small smile plastered on his face. I can’t help but giggle as excitement courses through my body. I simply nod my head ‘yes’.

He slides down my body admiring me in all my glory. He gently slides a finger over my heat, watching me intently.

“Sucha pretty girl,” he coos as he settles his head between my legs. He wraps his arms around my thighs, holding them open as he begins licking at my clit, quickly earning a moan of approval from me. He gently sticks a finger inside of me as he continues working on my nub. “Does that feel good baby,” he asks against my core.

“Mhm,” I moan out, bringing a hand to hold onto his damp hair. The amount of weed in my system amplifies the pleasure by 100. He sucks gently on my bundle of nerves as his finger pumps into me, curling perfectly.

“Fuck warren,” I pant, curling my toes, my breath becomes shallow. He continues his steady pace, the pleasure winding in my stomach begging for release. I begin grinding against his face, begging for more contact as his tongue works expertly against me. He moans against my sensitive skin, sending chills down my spine.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I come undone, gripping hard onto his hair as my hips continue to grind into his face, covering him in my release. He pulls away proudly, licking his fingers as I try to catch my breath.

“You taste just as good as you look,” he winks making me blush. He sighs happily, before grabbing the bong, taking another hit.

“That’s all I get?” I ask as he passes me the glass. He looks at me confused. I take a quick hit- not worried about the weed, I want him inside of me. I reach over, further removing the loosely draped towel covering his torso, revealing his erection.

“I was treating you, baby,” he laughs, “but if you insist,” he lays me back down on the couch once again as he presses a gentle kiss to my lips. He gives himself a couple pumps before lining himself into me, those dark bloodshot eyes gazing into mine makes my heart skip a beat.

“Fuck, I love how you stretch me out,” I moan as he pushes into me, a proud smirk appears on his bruised face.

“You feel so good, beautiful,” he grunts, grabbing my hips as he begins to thrust in and out of me. He’s so deep; I swear I can feel him poking my stomach.

“You fuck me so good warren, faster, please,” I whine, begging for more. I’m defenseless against him, the amount of pleasure he brings me is inhuman. He obeys, fucking me faster and deeper. I wrap my legs around him as he leans down, placing a sloppy kiss to my lips. “I want you to cum in me warren,” I pant against his lips, his eyes go wide. “I’m on the pill,” I giggle. “Please Warren I want to feel you cum inside me, I’ve never let anyone else do it, please,” I beg. His eyes cloud with even more lust, something I didn’t think was possible. He groans, sitting up so he can pull my hips flush against his with every thrust. He brings one hand down to play with my bundle of nerves, I’m unable to contain my noises of pleasure, moaning out his name.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly to himself as he rocks his hips into me. “Who’s pussy is this?” he asks in a deep growl, goosebumps appear on my skin. “Y/n, who’s fucking pussy is this?” he asks again as he thrusts hard hitting my g-spot perfectly.

“Fuck!” I scream. “Yours! It’s all yours Warren,” I pant desperately, my tone that of one you’d hear in a cheesy porno. His possessiveness and the way he’s hitting the deepest parts of me mixed with the weed brings me to my second orgasm of the night.

“That’s fucking right,” he growls, grabbing my face. My walls clench around him as his powerful thrusts become sloppy. I scream out his name, euphoria enveloping me as he shoots his cum deep inside me, I’ve never experienced anything as erotic as him fucking his seed into me as it leaks out of my throbbing cunt onto his couch. Warren pulls out reluctantly, his legs visibly shaking. I lay limp in the same spot, trying to steady my breathing and stop my own legs from shaking.

“Are you okay?” he laughs helping me sit up.

“Yeah,” I giggle. “I’ve just never been fucked like-“ I stop when I see his lip gushing blood. “Warren, baby, your lips bleeding again,” I stand up quickly to find the gauze, I ignore his cum that begins to run down my thigh.

“Leave it” he waves his hand, laying back on the couch. “I feel too good to care,” he laughs. “Come lay with me,” he pats the couch. I pick up an alcohol soaked cotton pad, then sit next to him.

“Let me clean this first,” I say. He nods reluctantly, hissing as the pad hits his lip. The bleeding stops soon. “You need to put some antibacterial ointment on that. Mouth abrasions can get infected really easily,” I begin to explain.

“You should break up with your boyfriend,” he blurts out. I don’t think he was listening to anything I said. He stares at me nervously awaiting my response.

“I know I should,” I sigh, he reaches over to the coffee table handing me my phone. “What? Now?” I ask shocked. He nods his head.

“I want you to be mine, all mine. I can’t go another two weeks without seeing you, having you too busy with that douche to see me, and I sure as fuck don’t want anyone else touching you like I just did,” he pours his heart out, not dropping my gaze once. I look away, biting my lip. He’s right, as always. I belong with him; Anyone can see that.

“Well, at least wait until the morning,” I sigh looking back at him. “I mean you did just beat the shit of the guy and cum in his girlfriend, isn’t that enough for one night,” I smile lightly, not sure how he’ll feel about the idea.

“If you stay with me tonight, and do it very first thing in the morning, then I’ll agree,” he offers with a small smile. I agree, cuddling into his side. He lays a kiss on my forehead.

I should feel guilty, but I don’t, not towards Dakota at least. I feel guilty about getting Warren hurt, but my bitch ass boyfriend had it coming. I’ve finally found someone who cares about me, and I refuse to lose that, even if this is just a fling.

[reiderwriter]

listen- i get this is not helpful at all but i NEED a fic based on the 8th picture (him in front of that wooden door in glasses) with spencer reid x reader 🙏

https://www.tumblr.com/reiderwriter/726627519505301504/photo-dump-2-im-really-in-love-with-him-guys

A/N: I love this pic so much, you don't even know, like glasses??? Hair??? Shirt unbuttoned whorishly??? It's actually criminal. I hope you enjoy the fic!!

Warnings: Semi-public sex, creampie, most of this isn't smut, but it is there, fingering, cowgirl, etc.

You weren't sure what motivated you to keep your relationship with Spencer Reid to yourself. You just knew that the heat of his kisses was delightful.

On days like today, special occasions where you had him all to yourself with no threat of intrusion, you gave into your little desires, let go of all your tension and melted into his touch, ready to feel all of him as you both basked in your pleasure. 

Rolling your hips into his from the couch  you enjoyed every lazy tun of his lips across yours, each slow caress of your cheek, every pump of his fingers inside you, stretching you out and getting you ready. 

You let yourself get lost in his bites, his licks, just as he moaned at each scratch of your nails against his back. You were so lost and content that neither of you, in fact, noticed the frustrated rings of the Spencer's doorbell, until whoever it was on the other side pounded against the door with a forceful knock. 

“Come back to me quickly,” you reluctantly parted from him, taking the opportunity to catch your breath as Spencer donned his glasses and straightened the part of his shirt that remained buttoned. 

Moving to the door, Spencer scowled in dissatisfaction. Cracking the door open, his face immediately drained of blood as he took in the face outside of it. 

“About time, pretty boy. I've been out here ten minutes trying to get you to open up.” Morgan sighed, exasperated. Suddenly thankful that he'd only cracked the door, Spencer narrowed it a little further, knowing that your body would be in direct view of anyone standing in the doorway with a clear eye line. 

“What are you doing here?” He questioned the man, willing his body to lose the tension in his voice before Morgan suspected something was off.

“Rossi's pasta night. I drive you every time, don't tell me you forgot.” 

“I'm feeling a little under the weather. I think I picked up the flu in Seattle last week.” He coughed for effect, though the resulting eyebrow raise didn't exactly bolster his opinion of his own acting skills.

“You are looking a little pale, but you're also sounding very suspicious. Spencer, if you're using again, you know we'll get you the help you need.” 

“I appreciate it, Morgan, but I'm not. Just the flu. I promise.” 

“That last unsub really did a number on you, huh? I knew he landed some punches, but I didn't think he'd bruised up your neck and chest like that.” 

For a minute, Spencer stood confused before he glanced down at his near bare chest, trailing a hand down certain areas you'd paid special attention to moments before. His mind blanked as he searched for an excuse, completely forgetting that Morgan had just given him a perfectly reasonable one. 

“Well, anyway, take care of yourself, kid.” With that, the older man sauntered away, leaving Spencer to close the door behind him and thank whatever logical higher power there was that he didn't ask any further questions. 

He practically threw himself back into the living room and into your arms as he pressed himself into you once again, not planning to leave until you'd shared ample satisfactions with each other. 

–X– 

“So they're definitely fucking, right?” Emily sipped her wine as she finished her pasta dish, Penelope to her left and Morgan to her right as they gossiped about their beloved teammates. 

“You should've seen it, Emily. The kid was covered in lipstick and hickeys and couldn't even give me a reason why.” With Rossi and Hotch away packing up the leftovers, the three more fun members of the team had been left to JJ's careful watch. 

“The three of you should drop it. They'll tell us when they tell us. We shouldn't pry.”

“It took me a month to learn Y/N's first name. I thought I'd forgot it and was wandering around trying to get her to say it, only to find out she'd never told any of us, and you think she's going to be so forthcoming with other personal information?” Penelope pouted, still sore about your slightly chilly welcome to the team. 

“I'm just saying maybe we shouldn't push it. They're both our friends, and they're obviously enjoying the sneaking around.” 

“I suddenly recall Miss Jareau here also sneaking around and being secretive a while back, with a certain Mr LaMontagne.” Emily smirked at her friend across the table, silencing the other woman with her teasing and earning her a humorous eye roll. 

“How much of that wine have you had, Emily?” Hotch asked, stepping into the dining room once again, a tense frown set against his stern features. 

“Half a glass. We have a case?” 

“Unfortunately. I'll call Y/N and Reid. Go pick up your go-bags.” 

“Hotch, wait!” Morgan called out as the man started typing the familiar digits into his phone. “I'll get Y/N and Reid. I have a feeling I can kill two birds with one stone with this notification.”

–X– 

The feeling of Spencer buried inside of you was near perfection, as you rocked your hips into his, grinding down on his cock as you rode him. Never a fan of giving up complete control, Spencer kept a tight hand on your hips, controlling your pace and keeping it disastrously fast as you found your release above him. He continued feeding you pleasure as he worked himself over the edge, to happy to be meeting you in your bliss. 

Another interruption found you before you could catch your breaths, though, and the pounding at Spencer’s door was back again. Somehow, it was even louder this time. 

“You're on top. Can you get that one?” He panted underneath you  and you nodded quickly, hissing slightly as you pulled yourself off his cock, watching your shared arousal spill out. Cleaning yourself up with the towels he'd prepared earlier, you pulled on the closest item of clothing to you and made your way to the door. 

Your biggest regret, had you been asked, would most likely have been the decision to forego pants. As you swung open the door to Spencer’s apartment, you were met with three shit-eating grins. 

“Y/N, wonderful, just who we were looking for.” Emily smiled and teased as Penelope tried her best not to burst into laughter. Morgan’s expression was the mirror of Emily’s, as he joined in the teasing. 

“That shirt looks better on you than it did on Spencer earlier, I'll give you that.” 

You subconsciously wrapped it around yourself more, again cursing your lack of foresight. You'd grabbed Spencer’s shirt and pulled it on like a dress, despite the fact that you weren't so much smaller than the man himself, just shorter. 

“What are you all doing here?” 

“Hotch sent us to get you. We've got a case. Shipping out in 1 hour. Do you have your go-bag, or do you just leave enough supplies here to be able to make the drop from here?” Emily continued, mixing business with the pleasure of poking fun at you. 

It seemed that Spencer in his post-orgasmic bliss had made the same mistake as you had as you felt a set of arms wrap around you from behind, a warm presence at your back as he lifted an arm to tilt the door slightly more ajar than before. 

He'd at least had the decency to throw on pants, though. 

“Spencer! I'm so glad you could join us! How's your cold?” Emily barked with laughter as she took in Spencer’s guilty, frozen expression. 

“There's a perfectly good explanation for this.” He stuttered, putting a slight bit of distance between the two of you but not fully letting you go as your friends struggled to wipe the smiles off their faces. 

“I don't want to hear an explanation of anything you did in their, kid. I already know about the birds and the bees.” Morgan laughed as he started his retreat from Spencer's doorway, the two women following suit. 

“For your consideration, I'd make a wonderful godmother.” Penelope shouted as she followed her best friends out of the building. Emily lingered a few more seconds, though, still grinning. 

“You have about an hour to come up with an excuse, though, if you'd like. Hotch says wheels up in 60, gives you time to get your story straight.” With a wink, she was gone, and you were once again closing the door to the world and turning into Spencer's embrace. 

“That went… as expected.” You whispered as he nuzzled his head into your hair. 

“Honestly, I'm just surprised it took them this long. You'd think after a year of us sharing motel rooms, one of them would catch on.” 

“You would certainly think so. You certainly would.” 

[itspheenixbaby]

MUSUTAFU in my mha dr

now playing...black list - hime

AKA; the devils resort

GEOGRAPHY

"when i hear that song, i wanna be with you"

musutafu (MST) prefecture is an island off the southern coast of japan located in the phillipine sea. its about 500-800km away from honshu, has 25,000 mi of land and is home to 35.3 million people. MST houses the most biodiverse tropical rainforest in japan (and one of the three most biodiverse in asia) which covers the entire island. MST has mild winters and minimal snow. it rarely reaches under 60/50 degrees F (10/15C?). both summer and spring are extremely humid.

HISTORY

"buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta"

i never script colonialism clean out, i just make it different. because im always like wait if we dont have colonialism why tf are so many people speaking european languages? makes no sense right? anyways heres how it worked (in all of my DR's btw); europeans had very little power & money compared to locals who integrated with the culture (including locals of european descent) and it was more of a "leader in name" thing. in actuality, colonialism was more similar to a trade partner agreement with colonies, and colonies themselves were very hard to keep--and usually made more money and had more clout than their european counterparts. MST had this situation with spain, england and portugal. as it was an island (and a rather big one) it was already very cut of from japan culturally, economically & socially. so when the mainland went in seclusion for the meiji restoration, the europeans had already gotten full access to MST.

CULTURE

"90 degress inna the shade, temperature tun up"

linguistics the standard language is a portuguese-spanish-tagalog-japanese fusion? and more japanese dominant. no fucking clue how thatll sound.

diversity MST is very racially & ethnically diverse, with a steady flow of immigrants from all over the world. a few prominent origin points include ; south east asia, central america, the carribbean, usa, western europe, south america, taiwan and india. but of course there are many more. the natives are pretty racially diverse as well, about half of the japanese population is "afro-japanese" which is genetically similar to aetas or melanesians.

motorsports drag racing is fully decriminalized and extremely normal. so much so that entire tournaments and elaborate race tracks are built to encourage it. (partially because of the tourism it brings) but before you can do any drag racing you need a permit or license. its very normal for celebrities and heroes to drag race, theres even a yearly competition for celebrities.

lifestyle lazy, indulgent and leisurely. days are spent relaxing at a beach, vibing at a local cookout or shopping. were very friendly, open and relaxed. its a city with very big & bold personalities. most people are ambiverts and its cartoonishly easy to make friends. unfortunately the culture can be a little shallow at times.

beauty standard few are fussy on beauty standards but a visible sun tan is universally preferred. however theres two big rules: no fake tanning under any circumstance & never tan more than two shades darker. in terms of body types, both men & women with toned bodies and "nice" asses are attractive--but for women the addition of being curvy is preferred.

religion among the japanese population the most practiced religion is catholism. this branch of catholism is very heavily mixed with shintoism & buddhism though.

mardi gras/carnaval the prefectures biggest holiday. its both the best and the worst. the sense of community is a focal point, millions of people celebrating and having fun (including the sizable portion of non-christians). everywhere is packed, music is blasting and half the city is drunk and/or high. by night everyone forgets how to act. surely the busiest day for MST based heroes.

MUSUTAFU CITY DISTRICTS (16 total but im only writing for 4)

"on an island in the sun, we'll be playing and having fun"

the beach durrr the city has a ton of beaches, but this one is the most iconic, large and populated. its right in front of the cities biggest shopping center (what is basically our equivalent of times square...but not as dirty or ghetto). theres always people at this beach, hanging out, on a work break or at a cookout.

the ghetto about 2-3 districts are classified as ghettos. they have an extremely high crime rate, but low quality of life, income & rent. expect seas of street vendors, houses stacked on eachother, music playing all through the night and walls panted with street art. (urarakas district 😍)

the islands a fifteen island archipelago off of the cities coast. considered middle class or lower middle class. life in the islands is slow and easy going. many people work in agriculture or fishing so its known for food & open air markets. the islands have a fun nightlife scene but its generally more laid back. (my district)

rural district the largest district in the city. known for its rich traditional japanese culture, the abundance of natural marijuana and nature. the district is very sparsely industrialized, especially compared to the rest of the city, so its mostly jungle/rainforest. theres also so much wildlife there! and disturbingly large roaches. something cool about it is this biiig ass gate surrounding the whole district! (todoroki family's district)

all districts have a fair share of mongrels / stray dogs. many people take them in to "guard" the house, or just to care for them

people from the islands like to have cute lil sea animal mailboxes!

KNOWN FOR

"as i recall i know you love to show off"

love for sports. soccer, basketball, volleyball, baseball & surfing are extremely popular (among both genders)

lots of the population has a shopping addiction

elaborate heists.

trashy reality tv.

big film / tv industry.

high crime rate.

musutafuans want to go to the beach like every fucking day.

really good music.

clubs, casinos, nightlife in general.

beautiful beaches. white sand & clear blue water.

POP CULTURE

"aserejé, ja, dejé"

GTA game based on MST

love & hip hop: MST

brazilian funk, rnb, afro beats, amapiano, dancehall, reggae, dembow, reggaeton and rap are really popular. way more than non japanese/latin pop music

real housewives of MST

we have golden crust, jollibee, mama empanada, and kfc but no mcdonalds 😬

havianas are really trendy.

im actually considering scripting my version of MST in some of my other DR's (idol dr especially) but im on the fence.

if any of this inspired you your free to include some for you dr <3

[bernhard-brause]

Gegen den Winterblues

Komm, Brummbär,

packe Deinen Blues ein

und lass uns zur Fiddle tanzen.

Dum didi dam dei

Ich weiß zwar nicht, was diese Worte mit dem heutigen Bild zu tun haben, aber vielleicht hilft eins von beiden ja gegen die graue Winterstimmung. Habt einen schönen Tag.

[hamartia-mmff]

the pack | moodboard dumpster

I might have a problem (: but have fun anyway <3

Corrupted! Asylum Nurse! Liri x Corrupter! Asylum Patient! Prophy

inspiration: Einer flog über das Kuckucksnest | The System of Dr. Tarr and Prof. Fether (Edgar Allan Poe) | Joker & Harley Quinn, Arkham Asylum | 1800s Asylums | Horror Vibes

synopses: Das AU spielt irgendwann in den 1840ern in einer Irrenanstalt, in der Liri als Krankenschwester arbeitet und Prophy, der Stimmen hört und Selbstgespräche führt, wegen einer verstörenden Mordserie einsitzt. Anfangs stempelt Liri ihn noch als den üblichen Spinner ab, aber schon bald setzten sich seine Worte in ihrem Kopf fest und das Flüstern seiner kratzigen Stimme folgt ihr durch die Korridore. Als sie den Fehler macht und anfängt seinem Wahn zu lauschen und sich ihr Verstand immer mehr verabschiedet, ist es auch schon zu spät...Ihm die Zwangsjacke abzunehmen und Prophy aus seiner Isolationszelle zu lassen erscheint plötzlich gar nicht mehr so verrückt...wer regiert eine Irrenanstalt schließlich besser, als der Irrste aller Irren?

Priest! Vi & Nun! Bastet x Incubi! Zelos & Rhys

inspiration: brain rot | basically every incubus story ever | corruption vibes | lmao most innocent pack members x most perverted pack members is kinda fun, I don't make the rules

synopses: AU in dem Priester Vi und Nonne Bastet aus Versehen (ja wirklich!) Incubi Zelos und Rhys beschwören. Diese wiederum wollen die armen unschuldigen Seelen nicht in Ruhe lassen...this isn't that deep (: Vi & Bastet are probably dying after Zelos and Rhys have to explain what kind of demon they are...so nothing to see here

Hänsel! Sune & Gretel! Fly x Witcher! Prophy

inspiration: fairytale stuff obviously | die Vorstellung von Prophy als Hexer, der in einem Knusperhäuschen sitzt und ähhh...sehr zartes Fleisch isst und kleine Kiddies mit gruseligen Süßigkeiten anlockt hat mich nicht losgelassen :')) u can't tell me he won't Fly und Sune als Geschwisterpärchen fand ich einfach nur süß, so als "Nesthäkchen" des Rudels und in Kombi mit Prophy noch so viel besser.

synopses: Hänsel! Sune & Gretel! Fly wurden im Wald ausgesetzt. Auf der Suche nach dem Nachhauseweg treffen sie auf den Hexer! Prohpy. Während Hänsel! Sune so gar nicht versteht, warum seine Schwester die hagere Gestalt so seltsam und suspekt findet, ist Gretel! Fly etwas skeptischer...Oh der Kerl hat Süßigkeiten? Warum hat er das nicht gleich gesagt? Natürlich gehen wir mit ihm in zu seinem Haus aus Lebkuchen ((:

Siren! Jay x Harpy! Liri

inspiration: greek mythology | there wasn't enough wlw in this moodboard dumpster I kinda ship it | just love the liri bird and jay fish vibe together | girlboss moments lmao

synopses: AU with just two girl pals hunting men and eating them, nothing more...nevermind they probably share their prey and kisses (:

Kitsune! Asuka x Bakeneko! Bastet

inspiration: japanese mythology | soft and cute stuff | girl(boy) pals | I wanted some fluff

synopses: Yokai AU in dem sich Kitsune Asuka und Bakeneko Bastet in menschlicher Gestalt auf ein japanisches Festival schleichen. Bastet ist nur leider super tollpatschig und wird sofort verlegen, wenn sie ein Typ anspricht, wodurch sich vor lauter Nervosität ihr gegabelter Katzenschweif sofort zeigt. Kitsune Asuka hat also alle Hände voll zu tun, damit das Yokai-Duo nicht auffliegt und ganz vielleicht kann er ja auch Bastet mit den Männern helfen...Bastet ist nicht zu helfen

[cherriebbyyyy]

Running Late And Into Love

 Charlos/meet-cute/airportfic/1.2k Words/AO3 Winter Warmers 2024 Day 10 Prompt: 🧣 Holiday Travel

Charles was running late horribly terribly late. He was just so tired, having worked a full day on December 22, he didn’t understand the horrible need of Americans to work until the last minute and he didn’t mean to fall asleep but his flight was at 3am so he thought he could stay up and ended up nodding off and waking up at 1 am lucky enough he was currently living in Santa Monica he immediately called an uber while he finished packing his carry-on just shoving in the essentials and running out to meet the car.

His only blessing was that while stuck in the horrid traffic his flight was delayed one hour which was fully used as they got closer to LAX airport the traffic got worse from all the people trying to make it home for the holidays. Once they got to terminal B he jumped out of the Taxi and made his way to check his bag luck was on his side again as he was a priority member so he got to check his bag quickly , now he just had to make his way through TSA and looking at his clock it was 3:15 am but you wouldn’t be able to tell in the hustle and bustle of the airport he probably had a half hour before the final boarding and security line seemed to be moving quickly he could breathe again. He made it through no issues, maybe he might even have time to get a drink before he went to the gate. He looked back at his ticket and it said gate 209b it was 3:30 and final boarding was at 3:45 ok so maybe just a drink on the fight he thought to himself as he started walking the way the signs directed down a flight of escalators where Charles’ luck ran out as the sign red 10 minute walk to 200 gates, He picked up his carry-on and broke into a sprint, not even bothering to try to maneuver around people on the moving sidewalk. He got to the end of the tunnel “Fuck” he panted as he had tun up a flight of stairs and running to the end of the terminal because it just so happened to be the last fucking gate in here.

He’s not really paying attention as he’s running fully into a man and spilling hot coffee over the both of them. 

“JODER TIO” 

Charles does not have time for this and just shouts “Sorry Sorry” as scrambles to get up as he picks up his carry-on not once looking back. He finally gets to his gate just only noticing the amount of angry people lined up at the little desk. 

“Uh what is happening?” he asks someone who is sitting down at the end of the gate. 

“Were you not paying attention? They delayed the flight another 3 hours.” 

“Excuse me” he feels a tap on his shoulder.

Charles turns around to see one of the hottest men he has ever seen and just as his luck would have it he was also dripping in coffee.

“Oh Shit” Charles breathes out 

  “Are you going to apologize?” the handsome stranger asks

Charles just stares getting lost in the strangers brown eyes looking like the most decadent melted chocolate. He gets snapped out of it when the man’s big hand snaps in his face. 

“Ah yes I am So SO sorry, I thought I was going to be missing my flight and my family would have been so mad because we have not seen each other in months so I could not miss this fight and I didn’t mean to run into you but yeah and now it is delayed and I am so sorry I could buy if you would like or maybe a new shirt as well and maybe dry cleaning?” Charles said sheepishly. 

The man looked down at his watch, his very expensive watch Charles noted as it was the RM Ferrari collab, that Charles also considered buying and maybe he would, seeing how good it looked at this man. 

“What I need is a shower but you showed up to a 3am flight at 3:45?” Looking at him with very judgemental eyes. 

 “It was an accident plus technically I am now early no? Technically now we can go to the Amex lounge I have access to and they actually have showers so I could get you in?” Charles said smiling. 

“Fine, ok let’s go.”  said the man walking towards the front of the terminal speed walking. 

“I am Charles by the way, what is your name? And why are we rushing? We have 3 hours now, no?” Charles said, matching the man's pace. 

“Yes but it will take us about 20 mins to the lounge, and also I will need to stop and buy sandals to use as I hadn’t planned on taking a shower which shouldn’t take long but still maybe we add another 10 mins another 30 mins for me to shower and get redressed then another 20 mins back is 40 mins total and they could in theory undelay the flight and then would be again rushing and then you might run into someone else adding what 2-5 minutes?” The man explained 

“Oh and also my name is Carlos” he tacks on at the end.

“Ok that last part was a little rude but your shirt looks expensive so I will let it go anyways. I don't think they will undelay the flight, they never actually do that.” 

“This could be the one time they do.” 

“Then why risk it? I could just buy you one of these lifeguard hoodies and you wouldn’t need to shower?”

Carlos looked disgusted.

They made their way back, got Carlos some basic black slides and went into the lounge. Charles sat at the bar eating dinner or maybe it was breakfast at this point while watching his and Carlos’ things as Carlos took a shower. He looked down at his hand which was actually starting to hurt and was covered in red splotches from the hot coffee, now really started to feel really bad because he had the adrenaline of being late to not really notice the pain and he had seen the big brown stain on the front of Carlos’ dress shirt, he might be in actual pain thanks to Charles’ carelessness. 

He picked at the mashed potatoes he had gotten when he heard so pull the chair next to him, he looked up to see a very clean looking Carlos walking up with a slice of Chocolate cake, his hair looking just as nice even when damp. 

“Cake?”

“I think I deserve a treat after the day I have had,” Carlos said, smiling as if the shower had washed all of the stress he was radiating earlier. 

“I am SO sorry again Carlos, I know it must have been very painful, truly again sorry I will pay any hospital bill if I have caused any damage” Looked into the other’s eyes sincerely 

“I am ok Charles, it stings and my chest is a little bit red but I am fine, let me finish this and we can head back” Carlos said in between bites of cake getting bit on the corner of his lips.   

“Ah you have a little-” Charles started to say pointing at his own mouth before quickly making the choice to wipe the crumbs off og Carlos’ face with his thumb. 

Carlos just stared in shock, eyes going big and wide like a deer in headlights and blush dusting his face. 

“You had a little cake” Charles whispered as he licked his thumb. 

[materialki-ff]

the ton. oder auch bon-ton.

The Ton bezeichnet die gehobene Gesellschaft der UK und in der Regel Aristrokraten. Abseits der Saison residieren sie (und die Gentry) auf ihren großen Landsitzen, doch sobbald sich das Parlament in London trifft, zieht es die Gesellschaft in die Hauptstadt — genauer gesagt nach Mayfair und Belgravia.

Während sich das Parlament trifft und das tut, was ein Parlament eben so macht ... oder machen sollte, begann für die Töchter, Söhne und andere Familienmitglieder die Ballsaison — oder auch der Albtraum einer introvertierten Person. :)

[Bitte vergebt mir, wenn nicht alle Infos zu 100% richtig sind ... ich schaue gerade in meine Notizen und habe selbst Fragen. Leider habe ich mir auch nirgends die exakten Quellen abgespeichert. Danke, Vergangenheits-Milena, danke für nichts.]

Die Ball Saison / Social Season begann in der Regel mit der Zusammekunft des Parlaments und endete, wenn es Zeit für die Jagd war. Ingrid, pack die Koffer, wir müssen zurück aufs Land!

Eigentlich wurde die Saison von ca. Januar bis Juli gehalten, in Bridgerton jedoch beginnt sie im März mit Queen Charlottes Ball und endet scheinbar im August. Für boaf orientieren wir uns an der Bridgerton Season März - August.

Für die Singles der Gesellschaft hieß es dann Parties, Parties und nochmal Parties. Es gab unzählige Bälle, Theater- und Opernaufführungen, Pleasure Gardens, Ausstellungen etc. Also allgemein, gab's sehr viel zu tun. In der Serie sehen wir ja auch, wie Charaktere auf Bällen, Picknicks, Pferderennen oder auch Kunstaustellungen unterwegs sind.

Wer gehört zur Ton?

Grob gesagt, der Adel. Wobei auch Töchter von Offizieren, Doktoren und Anwälten Teil der Social Season waren. Als 2., 3. oder 4. Sohn muss man sich eine Tätigkeit aussuchen, die mehr als nur Erbe-sein beinhaltet.

Wie ihr in der Grafik seht, sind die Titel nach dem Rang geordnet. Der Duke ist ganz oben, während ein Baron den letzten Platz belegt. 1. Duke 2. Marquess (Marktgraf) 3. Earl 4. Viscount 5. Baron

boaf Ton.

Da Familie (und ihr Ruf) in Bridgerton nicht ganz so unwichtig sind — siehe z.B. die Featheringtons — wird es auch in boaf Familien geben. Neben den 4 Familien der männlichen HCs gibt es noch weitere 2 Familien, die Nebencharaktere stellen.

Ich hoffe es funktioniert so, wie ich es geplant habe — wichtige Familienmitglieder / NCs werden mit Bildern und mini Info versehen. NCs, die nicht zur Familie gehören aber auch keiner anderen "großen" Familie gehören, werden einfach ebenfalls unter der Familie des HCs/OCs gelistet. Does that make sense? Wahrscheinlich nicht. 🥸 Aber so müsst ihr (und ich) nicht extra eine neue Familie mit Stammbaum und gem danzen Pi-Pa-Po entwerfen, wenn es nur um eine/n wichtige/n Freund/in, Bedienstete usw. geht.

Was bedeutet das für eure OCs?

Ihr könnt eure eigene Familie, samt Titel, Farbschema, Vibes, Ruf etc. entwerfen und/oder auch mit bereits bestehenden Familien/Charakteren verwandt sein — sei es als Schwester, Cousine, whatever. Manche Konstellationen werden bei einigen Familien leichter möglich sein als bei anderen.

Für euch vielleicht interessant:

"How to Party Like A Regency Era Debutante" History Tea Time with Lindsay Holiday Ellie Dashwood The meme mum herself Karolina Żebrowska

[sambart93]

February 12th 2025, KAT-TUN announce disbandment.

KAT-TUN is the reason I started learning Japanese.

KAT-TUN is the reason I got a degree in Japanese at University.

KAT-TUN is the reason why I have a tumblr, a livejournal, a twitter account.

KAT-TUN is the reason I moved to Japan.

KAT-TUN is the reason I work in Japan.

KAT-TUN is the reason why I have lived in Japan for the last 10 years.

KAT-TUN are the whole point and reason of me being here.

And now I need to think this all through carefully; do I pack up and go home now that they're disbanding, or do I find another reason to stay a little longer.

[daydreamingmia]

Y/n & Walker's First Date💖

Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 7

This is a series and there are many more before this story😁💙

You woke up at 7 am because you were so excited. It was Valentines Day and Walker was taking you out for your first date.

You got up and brushed your teeth. You couldn't get Walker out of your head. You were so excited.

You went downstairs and ate some breakfast. You had chocolate chip waffles. When you hear the doorbell. You run to answer it and see Dior and Leena.

"Hi!" You say really excited and hug them

"Hey!" They reply in unison

When you get to your room they go to your closet as you sir on your bed.

"I think she should wear this but change to this when she gets there. What do you think?" Leena asked Dior

"Ooo! I love it!" Dior replied

They packed a bag for you. They put the change of clothes and a few other things inside another bag so you wouldn't know where you were going.

You talked with them as they helped you with your hair, makeup and painted your nails.

"So are you excited?" Dior asked

"Let me put it this way. I woke up at 7 am." You replied

"Wow! You must be ecstatic!" Dior and Leena laughed

"Why would you wanna date my brother anyway? He's annoying and weird." Lenna asked with a laugh

"Yeah he is but he is also sweet and kind and loving. And he's so cute!" You gush

"Ewww" Leena replied

You laughed

"It's about time that you guys got together. Aryan and Charlie owe me 20 bucks each." Dior said

"How did you know we would kiss at the Grammys?" You asked

"Just a feeling I guess." Dior replied

"So does anyone else know? Like did the paparazzi see the kiss?" Leena asked

"I don't think so. It would be all over the magazines if they did" you replied

You talked with them for a while and then they finished.

Dior and Leena left and you sat on the couch waiting for Walker. When the doorbell rang you ran to answer it. It was Walker.

You jumped in his arms and he picked you up a little.

"You look beautiful" He said as he put you down

"Thank you!" You blushed

You grabbed your bag and left. He held your hand and led you to the car.

"So where are we going?" You asked REALLY excited

"Not gonna tell" he replied with a smile

You drove for around 30 minutes and we arrived. You couldn't believe you eyes. WALKER WAS TAKING YOU TO DISNEYLAND ON YOUR FIRST DATE!!! He turned to you and gave you a "I MADE A GOOD PICK" smile.

"You're taking me to Disneyland?!" You ask excitedly

"Yeah!" He smiled as he opened the door and helped you out.

"I remember you said your dream first date would be at Disneyland. So here we are." He said proud of himself

"I said that 2 years ago" You said shocked that he remembered

"Well...it was important to me." He blushed

-

You went to the bathroom and changed your clothes

You went to Disneylnd first and planed to go to California Adventure later in the day.

"So where do you wanna go first?" Walker asked

"The Haunted Mansion!" You exclaimed excitedly

You had a lightning lane pass so the line wasn't that long.

"Do you really like this one?" Walker asked you

"Yeah! Especially during Christmas!" You reply

(BTW Walker has been holding your hand the whole time)

You walked in the stretching room and the voice started.

"OoooOoOo creepy" Walker said brushing his fingertips on the back of your neck

"Stop it" you scrunch your neck as he laughed

The two of you got to the front of the line.

"Come on down. Watch you step." The girl said

As I was passing by her to get on she whispered to me "Percy Jackson is amazing!"

"Oh! Thank you!" You tun around and say

"What was that about?" Walker asked you as you sat down

"She said Percy Jackson was amazing" You reply

"I'm glad she liked it" He replied with a smile

-

After that you went to Pirates of the Carribean ride.

"Yo ho yo ho a pirates like for me!" You and Walker sing together in line

When you get on the ride you get your own row

You can hear the screams ahead of you and you nuzzle into Walker. When you drop he covers you so you don't get hit by the water and you tuck your face into his neck.

"Did you get wet?" He asks you

"No" You look up at his with a smile staying in his arms

"Good" He says

When the ride ended you got up and looked at Walker

"Omg! YOU'RE SOAKED!" You exclaimed

"It's alright. I was a little hot before. I'm not now though" He reassured you with a laugh

His clothes were soaked in water and hair looked like he has been swimming.

-

You ride a couple more rides and you get a little hungry.

"Ooooo! Churros!" You point

Walker laughs and walks you over

"Can we get 3 churros?" Walker asked the cast member

"3?" You ask confused

"Well you love churros and you're hungry right?"

"Right!" You exclaim

You ate them as you walked over to California Adventure. You just finished the first church and you were about to eat the second.

"You wanna share?" You ask

"You don't have to do that" He replied

"No I want to. Here take a bite." You said holding the church up to his mouth. You took turns taking bite until it was gone.

You then went over to the Avengers campus and took pictures with the Avengers (including the girl who was your character).

"Do you wanna go on the Tower of Terror?" Walker asks (AKA: Guardians of the Galaxy – Mission: BREAKOUT!)

"Ummm...I don't know I've never been on it. I've heard it's really scary." You say

"YOU'VE NEVER BEEN ON THE TOWER OF TERROR?!" He was shocked

"No. I've always been too scared." You say sheepishly

"Well how about we go on it and I'll protect you? But if you don't want to that's totally fine" He says smiling at you. Oh that smile

"Alright" you agree

-

You get to the front of the lane and get really scared. You squeeze Walker's hand and he pulls you close to him.

"You okay?" He asks

"Yeah" you reply

"You'll be okay. I'll be right there beside you" He reassures you

You get into your seat and buckle yourself in. Walker puts his arm over your shoulder and you lean into him. The ride was going when all of a sudden it just dropped. You screamed at the top of your lungs. It was deafening. Walker hugged you so tight. You knew you weren't going anywhere. When you got off you stumbled a little bit.

"Was it as bad as you thought it would be?" Walker asks

"It wasn't too bad. I'm so sorry for your ears. Are you okay?" You ask Walker with a giggle

"Yeah I'm fine. I'm glad you liked it more than you thought." He replied with a smile

-

You were back in Disneyland and the Mickey's Mix Magic was about to start. The voice started and you got excited. If someone told you last time you went there that the next time will be your first date with Walker Scobell you would've died. You and Walker were dancing and jumping to the music. You looked at him his eyes were so beautiful and his smile even more. You were so happy. Then out of nowhere you kissed him. He put his hands on your waist. You pulled back and he looked in your eyes "I love you" He said

"I love you too" You said with so much love in your eyes

-

You decided to eat dinner. The two of you decided on the Blue Bayou in the Pirates of the Caribbean building. It was very romantic. The two of you talked a lot.

"So why did you always want your first date to be here?" He asked

"I don't know. As long as I can remember I thought it would be so fun."

After you finish eating you walk to It's a Small World then see Cinderella and Prince Charming dancing in front of it.

"My princess" He bent at his waist holding his hand out to you

"My prince" You smile and take his hand

You were on the side of the walkway dancing to the slow music. You chest was against his and his hand was on your back. You were just swaying back and forth until he dipped you. Then you looked in his eyes and he kissed you again. It was magical. You loved him so much

-

After the two of you went on It's a Small World you walked over to Star Wars: Rise of the Resistance. Even with the lightning lane the line was so long.

"My feet hurt" You complain

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to carry you?" He asked with sympathy in his eyes

You jump in his arms and wrap your arms and legs around him.

"Thank you" You kiss him on the cheek

He carried you through the whole line. You fell asleep sometime in the line. When you got in line to go into the interrogation rooms

"Well well well what do we have here" the Resistance officer said with attitude

"Is she dead?" She mocked

"No. She was tired" Walker replied with a laugh

"The force is weak with this one" They said as they walked away

Walker walked in the room and started waking you up

"Y/n?" He said moving your head so he could look at you

"Hmmm?" You mumble

"We're here now. You don't wanna miss the ride." He says in a soft voice

"But I'm tired" You reply

"I know y/n I'm sorry" He says moving the hair out of your face

He puts you down and you lean against him as he holds you up so you don't fall. You are still kinda asleep.

You woke up a little more by the time you got in the ride

-

The two of you walked over to Space Mountain. The line was pretty short because it was around midnight. You got off of the ride and Walker looked at you

"Your hair!" He said fixing it with his hand

"Thank you" You smiled at him

-

You walked out holding hands and got in the Uber. You fell asleep on Walker's shoulder almost immediately. Before you knew it you were back at your house.

"We're here y/n" Walker whispered

"Okay" You mumble

You got out of the car and he walked you to your door

"Today was more amazing that I could have ever imagined" You smile

"I'm glad you liked it" He replied sheepishly

"So you're my boyfriend now?" You ask

"I think so" He smiles

"Can I ask you a question?" He asks looking nervous

"Of course" you reassure him

"Are those songs on your album really about me?"

"Maybe" you give a smile that was saying who else?

He kisses you and you put your arms around his neck.

"Goodnight Walker" You say as you go inside

"Goodnight y/n" He finally let's go of your hand

You change into your pajamas and go on your phone

A/n: Happy Valentines Day everyone!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you have any requests let me know and I will do my best to make it happen. If you like the story please like, comment, or follow!😁💖

[argantomanagement]

Der neue Roman von Autorin „Mary Bee“, der am 26.07.2024 im Rosenrot Verlag erscheint.

Hat Logan wirklich genug von Frauen, und will sein Herz nicht mehr riskieren? Oder wird Ava ihn vom Gegenteil überzeugen?

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Ava

Mein Ex ist ein Arschloch genau wie meine Mom, die nichts kann, außer zu saufen. Ist es da ein Wunder, dass ich meine Koffer packe und nach Los Angeles abhaue? Es gibt nur ein klitzekleines Problem: Mein letztes Geld ist für den Flieger draufgegangen und ich habe kein weiteres für eine Unterkunft. Ausgerechnet in dieser Situation taucht so ein arroganter Snob auf und glaubt, mich retten zu müssen. Wenn ich nicht auf der Straße schlafen will, muss ich mir sein Angebot wohl oder übel anhören.

Logan

Hier ist der Deal, kleine Distel: Du spielst meine neue Flamme, damit ich meine Affäre zurückgewinne. Dafür müssen wir so tun, als würdest du für mich arbeiten. Mit deinem hübschen Gesicht und deinem heißen Body wird niemand merken, dass du nicht in meine Firma gehörst. Aber glaub ja nicht, dass etwas zwischen uns je laufen wird. Es geht nur um das Geschäft. Mit Frauen bin ich fertig.

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[stormyoceans]

vv brainrot continuation:

your closet is bursting with clothes (hi tess, you're somewhere nearby, I know)

guess what kind of clothes are in front of you (guess what color black and white movie)

dinosaur games (games with jigsaw)

take a picture of me (somewhere here they had to eat kfc chicken)

lovers stink (remember what you did in vv and shut up)

I'm good at everything (but I'm just a bit of a whiny kitten, yes, yes, we know)

we do not know when the operation will be, maybe tomorrow (we do not know when we will return to our universe)

the scene in the library vs bookstore

FUCKING LIP-READ

oishi smells like honey (no, it smells like crabs like lays)

if they don't have a book, you'll have problems (if your script is bad, I'll kick your ass)

PINK. just pink, even without any explanation.

I'm sorry, everything will be fine now (okay, the meeting of puen and talay in the greenhouse in our universe. I'm dying in agony)

the way day lay down on the bed at the end (this is the scene in tun's apartment without shirts, with pink panties, shojo manga and choco pie)

good night (also from the same scene)

throwing pillows

you like mork? (you like tun?)

I sing for you from the stage

can I stay the night (puen just said ultimatum that he would stay the night, but before that he would bathe) monica, I hate them. or love. or I do hate it.

THE SHEER AMOUNT OF VICE VERSA PARALLELS PACKED IN THIS ONE SINGLE EPISODE WAS HONESTLY INSANE LIKE IT ALMOST WOULD BE EASIER TO LIST DOWN WHAT /DIDN'T/ MAKE US THINK ABOUT VICE VERSA

SOME OF THEM WERE SO BLATANT TOO LIKE THE LIP READING??????? THE PINK??????? THE REUNION HUG??????? SORRY BUT IM NOW FULLY CONVINCED P'AOF IS CONSCIOUSLY WRITING MORKDAY AS ALTERNATE UNIVERSE PUENTALAY AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND LIKE THESE CAN'T BE JUST MERE COINCIDENCES (UNFORTUNATELY THIS MEANS THERE WON'T EVER BE ENOUGH THERAPY IN THE WORLD TO MAKE ME NORMAL AGAIN BUT THAT'S A WHOLE DIFFERENT MATTER)

as always you basically pointed out most of the parallels i caught and even some that i didn't (the guessing game and the framing of talay/day lying in bed with puen/mork sitting at the end of it!!!!!!!!), so i only have two small ones to add this time:

puen and mork's need to bridal carry their men

puen and mork's need to wear their men's glasses

oh, also!!!!! it's not exactly a parallel, but when mork said 'you don't dress up when you're with me' it actually reminded me of that time talay did dress up just to go see a movie with friends only because he thought puen was gonna be there!!!!!!!

[julianweyrauch]

Mein Alltag

Da ich einmal zu oft gefragt wurde wie mein Alltag aussieht, kommt hier der Eintrag dazu. Zu aller erst: Mein Alltag klingt vielleicht etwas langweilig, aber ich bin vollkommen zufrieden damit! Mein Alltag ist außerdem sehr abhängig von dem Wochentag. So unterscheiden sich Montage von Samstagen.

Ich fang einfach mal mit den Wochentagen an. Ich steh morgens immer gegen 7:00 auf, was auf jeden Fall schon sehr entspannt ist. Ich werde um 8:00 von Eric und seiner Mutter runtergefahren, weil sie auf dem Weg zur Arbeit an der Schule vorbeikommt. Ich habe also 1h, um zu duschen, was zu frühstücken und mich für die Schule fertig zu machen. (Zu dem Thema Schule mache ich aber noch einen einzelnen Eintrag, weil das sonstwen Rahmen sprengen würde). Der Unterricht beginnt um 8:08, also schnapp ich mir noch eben ein gratis Frühstück in der Schule und flitz zum Klassenraum. Die Schule ist mal leichter und mal nerviger. Schule halt. Die Schule endet 14:45. Nach der Schule habe ich immer entweder ein Fußballspiel oder Fußballtraining. Nächste Woche zum Beispiel haben wir Montag, Mittwoch und Freitag ein Spiel und an den anderen Tagen Training. Das dauert immer so 1,5-2h, sprich ich bin gegen 16:30 zuhause. Ich pack dann meine Schulsachen bei Seite, fülle meine Wasserflasche auf und geh ins Gym. Dort brauche ich auch immer so 1h. Am Ende des Tages bin ich also 18:00 zuhause, gehe duschen und esse Abendbrot. Danach liege ich entweder im Bett und gucke social media oder gehe mit Freunden raus. Die in meinem Alter können nur bis 21:00 Auto fahren. Bis dato sind wir zu McDonalds, auf einen Berg, um den Sonnenuntergang zu gucken oder auf eine der Farmen und haben uns die Sterne angeguckt. Falls ich noch mit Freunden draußen war, bin ich gegen 21:00 zuhause und geh dann auch recht schnell ins Bett. An Donnerstagen sind immer irgendwelche Meetings. Das wöchentliche Rotary-meeting, Interact-club-meeting (auch Rotary, aber mit Schülern) und das Teammeeting, um über etwas zu reden, was nicht unbedingt Fußball ist. Keines der Meetings ist Pflicht, aber ich versuche jede Woche an mindestens einem der drei teil zu nehmen. Soviel also zu den Wochentagen.

Da sich Samstag und Sonntag auch nochmal unterscheiden, fange ich mit Samstag an. Samstag kann ich bis 8:30 schlafen, weil um 9:00 freiwilliges Fußballtraining ist. Da gehe ich aber gerne hin, weil ich eh immer gegen 9:00 wach werden würde und ich denke, dass das ein guter Start in den Tag ist. Das Training ist auch nur 1h, weshalb ich gegen 10:15 wieder zuhause bin. Dann verfolge ich erstmal meine normale Morgenroutine: Frühstücken, duschen etc. Damit lasse ich mir gerne viel Zeit, weshalb ich damit erst gegen 11:30 fertig bin. Heute habe ich einen Mittagsschlaf von 12:00 bis 14:00 gemacht, was ich versuche jeden Samstag zu machen, weil sich das wirklich gut anfühlt! Ansonsten ist Samstag immer so der Aufräum-Tag. Das heißt: Ich räume mein Zimmer auf, Bettbezug wechseln, Staubsaugen etc. Sobald ich damit fertig bin, gehe ich ins Gym. Da habe ich keine richtigen Zeiten, weil das immer etwas variiert. Nachmittags/Abends bin ich dann meistens wieder mit Freunden unterwegs.

Sonntag ist der (meiner Meinung nach) langweiligste Tag, weil es nücht zu tun gibt. Ich versuche so lange wie möglich im Bett zu bleiben, esse Frühstück und folge meiner Morgenroutine. Ich werde morgen mal gucken, ob ich irgendwas im Garten machen kann. Gym wird Sonntags ausgelassen, weil das mein Ausruhtag ist. Mit Freunden raus gehen ist auch immer eher 50/50, weil viele Zeit mit ihrer Familie verbringen. Das mache ich dann auch und wir spielen ein paar Kartenspiele oder gucken einen Film.

Das klingt jetzt alles sehr strikt und ganz sicher nicht nach mir, aber ich genieße das. Meine Tage sind sehr strukturiert und organisiert. Und hier gilt tatsächlich: ALLES ist besser, als zu faulenzen, weil man sonst verrückt wird. Es ist halt eben nicht Berlin. Und sportliche Aktivitäten sind hier tatsächlich so die einzige Sache, die man machen kann, weshalb die meisten auch genauso aussehen. Aber wie gesagt: Ich bin sehr zufrieden mit diesen Alltag und ich fühle mich auch wirklich erstaunlich erholt! Das muss die Luft sein...

[karebear923]

Vice Versa Rewatch ep 5

Ok now that I got my apology off my chest, I’m ready to get back into this! I’m still here, fam! 💪🏽 and I’ve decided to just vibe. No thoughts, head empty, only feelings 😌

Gosh, it hasn’t even been that long but I’ve missed seeing Sea on my screen 😭 I still get to see Jimmy, but not Sea! I can’t wait for the LOL concert!

Episode 5 is called Winter White, which is associated with purity, perfection, honesty, cleanliness, and beginnings. Here I think it represents new beginnings more than the other definitions. And no, I don’t think it has to do with Talay being cold towards Puen, that’s not what’s happening here 🙅🏽‍♀️

Same, Talay. Same! *swoon* 😍🥰

I love Talay’s “shiiiiaa”s hehe it’s cute every time he says it! 🤭

Is it called meta if they’re basically writing their own love story in the show? Is that what we call meta? Lol

See Talay, it’s these little moments where you just say such real emotional things like it’s no big deal that Puen feels the full weight of them and falls for you even more!! And look at Jimmy’s expression!! This is why I fell in love with this show in the first place!! The looks of love!! 🥹❤️

Oh wow I did NOT remember that Talay was older than Puen! 😮 not by much, but still.

OMG NAMTAN!!!! Back when I watched this I had no idea who anyone was, but now I know!! Gosh everyone looks so young here, it’s crazy how time flies! And omg a Gun Atthaphan cameo too! Crazy!

Oh here it is!! Talay’s biggest fear!! He immediately thinks that Pang could be Puen’s portkey, and he brings up he and Puen leaving each other for the first time. At this point it’s still early into their relationship, and he’s feeling unsure and insecure and he doesn’t want to become attached if he’ll just end up being left behind.

But then Puen mouths these words at him! And it’s just what he needed to see! The reassurance that they can stay together!

Plus it’s kinda cute and silly how he runs away like that after! 🤭

I noticed Talay’s been wearing white all episode so I think he’s the one beginning to fall for Puen. We know Puen’s already come to the conclusion that he’s in love with Talay, but that first kiss has really started turning the wheels in Talay’s heart and mind.

And because Talay’s been wearing white, the color pairing was matched with Puen in black all episode! I see the colors!

Clearly it doesn’t snow in Thailand, cause that is not how you make a snowcone! 😅

This man presents another real fear for them. They might be trying to live their swapped person’s best life, but there’s no guarantee the effort will be returned. And that man was gone for 5 years! His whole life was ruined by the other guy! Puen and Talay could be stuck there for a long time, who knows what Tess and Tun could do by then!

It’s stuff like this that reminds you the premise of this show is actually pretty scary and sad. One second you’re laughing cause of the way they hold their fingers up to count, and the next you’re having an existential crisis 😥

They held hands throughout their first movie screening! 🥺 and Talay said no matter what happens they’ll go through it together! 😭

And then their movie tanks but they watch it together and comfort each other and Talay even plays along with Puen pretending the theater’s packed. And they thank each other for helping each other grow and be better! 🥲

Funny enough, the ending where they have their new beginning since they’re no longer screenwriters is when Talay is not wearing white anymore 🤔 maybe the disappointment has made him close himself off a little.

It felt good to be back to watching this! 😊 The school semester’s almost over so I can do these more often! And I’m gonna enjoy doing it too!

As always a thank you to @stormyoceans for the idea!!

[dekaiser]

Where: Back deck When: Sunday morning @ofpoets | CLOSED

Not long ago they were joking around about poison and trying to get a laugh of a scheming murder, but nothing of that was any close to what had really happened. Kai's mind was all over the place and nowhere at the same time. He had been trying hard to keep his shit together so the panic wouldn't accumulate in the house more than necessary. He needed a smoke and maybe a drink, but he was trying to stay away from alcohol when saw everyone recurring to it. They needed sober people among them.

He grabbed his cigarettes and stepped outside in an attempt to run away from all the chaos and by the hot tun he saw Elias, he offered his pack to the other "Everyone is losing their shit, man. I am seriously concerned now. How the fuck are we going to get out of here with them acting like that."