#(skydiver sweat)

[3liza]

Nevertheless, TD and ASD participants dissociated in their responses to subliminal presentation of these same compounds: the undetected 'smell of fear' (skydiver sweat) increased physiological arousal and reduced explicit and implicit measures of trust in TD but acted opposite in ASD participants. Moreover, two different undetected synthetic putative social chemosignals increased or decreased arousal in TD but acted opposite in ASD participants.

Endevelt-Shapira Y, Perl O, Ravia A, Amir D, Eisen A, Bezalel V, Rozenkrantz L, Mishor E, Pinchover L, Soroka T, Honigstein D, Sobel N. Altered responses to social chemosignals in autism spectrum disorder. Nat Neurosci. 2018 Jan;21(1):111-119. doi: 10.1038/s41593-017-0024-x. Epub 2017 Nov 27. PMID: 29180748.

[twistpixel]

I like thinking about ABO but like can I be real. The sex part is kind of boring. I’m here for human beings doing weird animal shit. In ABO world zero babies are ever left in hot cars while their mom goes grocery shopping. They are left UNDER the parked car, by a tire, in the way a mother deer leaves her fawn, because it is a better hiding spot.

[loveanddeepsecrets]

Domestic + Intimate Headcanons Pt. II

An impromptu two parter of me just spitballing (Pt. I for reference). This started out as a cutesy mini headcanon post for Raf’s bday, but quickly grew into hyper specific romantic scenarios and wishful thinking. It’s still probably clear who my mains are 😭 but I did my best to showcase the humility in all LIs

⤠ Disclaimer: I’m quite happy with the intimate headcanons from my initial post and truthfully couldn’t expand too too much without basically repeating myself from last time. So with the exception of Caleb, there’s a bit less spicy bullets this go-round :/

⤠ Tags: 18+, MDNI, *slight spoilers depending on affinity level or personal progress in main story +myths, fluff, mostly gender neutral, but written with an afab + fem!reader in mind

⤠ Word count: 2.1k (mostly proofread)

Xavier

SFW

✧ Eats the raisins you pick out of the trail mix

✧ Always draws stars next to your name when writing you letters/cards

✧ Bookstore dates. At every visit, you pick one of your favourite books to read for each other

✧ After begging him tirelessly to teach you a song, *any song* on the piano, he mischievously chose ‘Heart & Soul’

✧ Saves every voicemail/voice note. He often replays them to stay sane on dangerous solo missions 

✧ On top of that, he made a bunny plushie version of you at one of those 'Build-A-Bear' type shops and used one of your voice notes . He sleeps with it on nights he can't sleep with you

✧ Sprays more cologne on his hoodies knowing you love the scent. He also thinks the extra spritz of fragrance will ward off other men since he knows you borrow his clothes. It’s his silent way of marking what’s his

✧ Loves making you blush. He didn't get enough time to court you in the past timeline on Philos, so he seizes every opportunity to (quite effortlessly) rizz you up to see your flushed expression

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✧ [canonically makes bolder moves to see how you’d react —secret times lvl 165]

✧ Game head. He gets a bit of an adrenaline rush if you do it while he’s online

✧ Doesn’t give not one shit about how loud you guys are. He probably prefers sex on the couch on the off chance Charlie might be passing through the hallway

✧ Though I still think he’s pretty quiet, he becomes a bit of a whiny mess when you’re edging him

✧ A gripper. Grabs on your ass during cowgirl, your chest during missionary, your hips/thighs during doggy, etc

✧ Sprained his neck from holding your hips down and guiding you when you sat on his face. It left him smirking throughout his recovery. Every painful twitch was a pleasant reminder of a job well done 

✧ Has the fastest pace ot5. He moves at lightning speed when batting wanderers, so he probably moves at a back breaking break neck speed while inside of you 

✧ After rewatching the 'No Restraint' card on YouTube… *sweats* he’s got magic fingers. I’ll put it like this and move on: firm, tiny circles 🫠

Caleb

SFW

✧ 10+ hours long face time calls

✧ Would actually be pretty decent at the claw machine if he wasn't such a massive cheater

✧ Utility man. He's your personal chauffer, home chef, alarm clock, umbrella, trainer, handyman, and so on. He strives to be the perfect emergency contact

✧ Has definitely seen those videos of couples trying to recreate yoga poses and had you try with him (would probably cheat using his evol)

✧ Bounces his leg if you scratch that one spot on his head when you play with his hair

✧ You always end up sitting on his lap when cuddling watching tv or reading peacefully together 

✧ Holds pinkies more often than holding hands

✧ Super athletic and adventurous dates i.e. zip lining, skydiving, paragliding, kayaking, hiking, etc. He’s patient, encouraging, and talks you through the scariest parts of the activity and rewards you with several kisses in between telling you how brave you were

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✧ Hands down has the roughest sex regularly ot5

✧ Mile high club

✧ Orgasm denial + overstimulation 

✧ LOUD, TALKATIVE, and MESSY 

✧ Sloppy eater

✧ He expects a sloppy eater in return. Is probably the type to grab your head and start guiding you when he’s close 

✧ Ik I said Xavier was bossy, but this man? His gravity evol? His colonel position? CONTROL FREAK

✧ Likely has the biggest “Sir” kink

✧ While I do think he aligns slightly more with booktok Sylus, I can’t see where degradation would fit with their dynamic. You’re the very thing he wants to shield and protect. Why would he degrade what he cherishes?

✧ On the softer side, he’s the type to melt into your touch. There’s true devotion in his eyes (and heart) when you’re making love

✧ On the days where he’s not rough, the sex is more sensual and almost tantric 

✧ Will always find a way to be physically closer to you during the act. Whether it’s putting his forehead on yours, burying his face in your neck, hugging your waist, or simply holding hands 

✧ You both probably cried (happy tears) after your first time. Being intimate felt like a confirmation from the universe that you knew each other more than words could express. There was no trial and error, you just knew 

Sylus

SFW

✧ Hot air balloon rides

✧ Monogram matching robes

✧ Secret fan of game shows. He thinks they’re hilarious— or in his words “highly amusing”

✧ Bought you a birdhouse + birdfeeder for your apartment after he noticed you birdwatching on the last date 

✧ Purposely chooses horror films on movie nights on the chance you’ll hold onto him and hide your face in his chest. He’ll laugh and make some remark about being hurt that you’d use him as a shield, but will hold you tighter and soothe you later in the night when you’re too scared to sleep

✧ Random slow dances. In the kitchen on the nights you make dinner together; in his study while music emits from his record player; in the bathroom, sleepily swaying side to side while lazily brushing your teeth 

✧ Whenever you're holding hands, he often aimlessly draws random shapes on your ring finger

✧ I think all the LADS men have a default position they fall into when getting close or snuggling up. For Sylus, it’s resting his chin on your shoulder. It’s the perfect place to capture your scent plus, he can hear and feel your heartbeat. Of course he’ll playful bite or nuzzle into your neck, but he rests his head there because it’s most familiar and comforting to him and his old dragon form

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✧ Road head 

✧ Mile high club

✧ Eye contact 

✧ Has a secluded sex dungeon even Luke & Kieran don’t know about

✧ Due to the nature of his job, I don’t think he’d engage in explicit sexting. Too many people on his case and has probably dealt with his fair share of hackers. If one of your messages/photos/videos leaked anywhere, it would be the end of the N109 zone and the world as we know it 

✧ That being said, if he wants to make home movies, it’s done with a vintage film camera to ensure the utmost privacy

✧ More of a grunter and groaner than a moaner. The few times he does moan, is when he’s buried between your legs

✧ I actually think he’d be into role play. He likes how you always keep him quick on his feet in your relationship, and will often humour and indulging in the change of pace. He’d like this even more in the bedroom

✧ Chuckles to himself and humours you whenever you suggest 69ing bc he knows you’ll inevitably just lay there with his dick idle in your hands, while you whimper on top of him

✧ Stamina coach. His methods for overstimulation are twofold. While he loves the state of you withering and coming completely undone, he also does this to help you expand your limitations and enjoy each other for as long as he can go. I already said he’s a pleasure dom, but he’s a pleasure dom with a purpose

Zayne

SFW

✧ Botanical garden tours

✧ Couples ice skating during the holiday season 

✧ Uses his surgical skills to patch up injured plushies [x] 

✧ He may or may not have added an extra rest day or two in your doctor’s note to Jenna so he can spend more time with you. He’ll deny it and insist you need the additional rest, and who better to take care of you other than your doctor?

✧ There’s something about the way he holds your hand that’s sickeningly sweet. Gentle, slightly cool to the touch that warms up quickly, with loving caresses

✧ Surprised you to a dessert degustation for your anniversary. Each dish is a highlight of the standout desserts you tried over the year

✧ Occasional late night strolls along the river. He passively recalls scenes from the western dramas you watch and (successfully) tries skipping rocks

✧ Enjoys exploring artistic outlets with you. Often suggests different workshops to try i.e. stained glass studios, culinary classes, candle making, terrarium building, etc

✧ A bit needy nowadays. To experience a love he never knew he could have, makes him hold your hand a little more tightly, hug you a few seconds longer and kiss you twice as many times as he did before

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✧ Much like Sylus, he’s also big on eye contact (when he’s in control)

✧ Literally the cutest thing ever when you go down on him. He’ll keep his composure, and lustfully tell you what he wants, but gets so flustered and stuttering as the pleasure builds and he gets close

✧ Truthfully, I don’t like to compare Zayne and Caleb all that much, but the love making between you two is also very tantric

✧ If you listen to the way he kisses you, it’s pretty similar to how he eats you. When completely drunk off your juices, it’s like he’s breathing you in. There’s a desperation to his licks and kisses, feening for the taste of your nectar

✧ He’s also the type to spell out his name with his tongue over and over again. Think of it as a spell. He needs to hear you call to him

✧ Incredibly patient. Foreplay isn’t some tit for tat curtesy thing, it’s important to him. He’s less of a tease and more methodical. "Relax into my arms. No, I'm not bullying you. I need you to come for me again. You should always warm up before stretching, and I don't want to hurt you so please, come for me love. Can you do that for me?"

✧ A stickler for clear communication. You must speak in full complete sentences. It’s not enough to say just say “Please.” What exactly are you pleading him to do?

✧ Slight exhibitionist. He’ll never allow you to get caught, but likes the challenge of finding the quickest ways to cover your mouth— using his hand, tie or lips to stifle your moans

Rafayel

SFW

✧ Hates going in hot springs, saunas, or jacuzzies. He’ll say he feels like a boiling crab

✧ Asked to keep your first completed sketchbook that are filled with many one on one art lessons with him

✧ Can’t sleep if some semblance of you isn’t with him. Will literally drag or carry you to the couch so he can take a nap. You don’t have to nap with him, just lay next to him and stroke his hair

✧ Apart from Moments, you’re the only one he’s following on all socials

✧ Always responds with a stream of texts in all caps and several emojis when you send him a selfie 

✧ His biggest artistic aspiration is to find just the right pigments/colours that encapsulates you. Next is finding a colour palette that encapsulates both of you 

✧ Used to think you were mocking him when you took him on aquarium dates

✧ Your pearl engagement ring was made from the tears he cried while drafting his proposal speech [x]

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✧ Next to Sylus, he’s a comfort king. Making sure you have enough pillows underneath you during missionary; repositioning you when he notices your head leaning off the edge of the bed; several consent check ins; "my hands aren't too cold, right?"; taking over when your legs start to tire out from riding him, etc

✧ Unpopular opinion, I think he’s the most into period sex out of the five. You really think a MERMAN is scared of the red sea???

✧ Speaking of which, he’s extra sensitive to your scent and the way you feel when you’re on your cycle. Though he won’t necessarily initiate anything 

✧ Has you take the week off for Ebb Day. You’ll need the extra down time and he’s more than happy to spend the rest the week caring for you till you're back in good health

✧ On particularly intense— passionate rounds, he starts swearing/speaking in Lumerian

✧ Pretty gentle with you when you go down on him. He’s usually holding your hair back, softly running his fingers through your strands or caressing the back of your neck 

✧ The biggest tease when he’s eating you out and MEAN about it too. Giggling when you mewl. That annoying "mmm?” when you start to get louder. "Speak up, cutie."

✧ Best stroke game. Ik I said this last time, but I’m dying on this hill. Dizzying backshots, frontshots, sideshots— literally whatever position you’re in, his hips are steady, fluid, and unrelenting

ꨄ︎ A/N: Thanks for reading 🤍 these lists were a bit harder to make this time ngl. Quite a few bullets from pt. I are now canon— which I’m happy about ofc, but it made it harder to bounce around new ideas since there’s fewer “what ifs”. It’s probably best to end this series here tbh. But I’m definitely open to different content suggestions to post next!

[x] - denotes credit for headcanon inspo.

⤠ dividers by saradika-graphics & anitalenia

[maskedbyghost]

It was one of those rare quiet evenings. The team had some downtime, and everyone had scattered to do their own thing. You sat on the worn-out couch in the common area, flipping through a book that didn't interest you enough to be fully immersed in it. Your eyes kept drifting to Simon, who was sitting across from you, completely focused on cleaning his gear.

For a guy who could take down entire squads without breaking a sweat, he was surprisingly methodical. Every movement was slow and deliberate, like he found some peace in the routine. You smirked, unable to resist.

"You know, I always pictured you as the type to unwind with, I don’t know, something more...exciting," you teased, your voice light.

Simon didn’t look up. "Exciting how?" he asked, his voice that familiar low rumble.

"I don’t know. Skydiving? Wrestling bears? You know, something that matches the whole Ghost vibe."

Finally, Simon glanced up, his eyes narrowing slightly under the mask. "I’m not that exciting," he said dryly.

"Oh, come on," you leaned forward, resting your chin on your hand. "You can’t tell me there’s not some wild hobby you’re hiding. I bet you secretly knit or have a collection of rare coins."

Simon snorted, setting down his gun. "Knitting. Really?"

"Hey, everyone needs a stress outlet," you replied with a grin. "You could be the most dangerous knitter in the world. Imagine that."

"I'd poke your eye out with a needle," he retorted, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

You laughed and stood up, stretching. "Well, now I know what to get you for Christmas."

Simon just shook his head as you came closer, looking over his shoulder at his gear. "You’re too serious all the time, you know that? Ever thought about loosening up a bit?"

Simon raised an eyebrow. "And what would you suggest?"

Without a second thought, you reached over and ruffled his hair, the only part of him fully on display, as his mask covered everything from his eyes to his neck.

Simon froze, clearly caught off guard.

"There. You look way less intimidating now," you said, holding back a laugh.

Simon stared at you, his eyes narrowed in consideration. Then, with surprising speed, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down onto the couch beside him.

"You’re going to regret that," he said, though his tone was more playful than threatening.

You grinned, sitting up straight. "What, are you going to teach me a lesson in intimidation?"

Simon leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "No. But next time, I’ll make sure to return the favor."

Your smirk faltered for a second. "Wait… What does that mean?"

Simon leaned back, clearly enjoying the slight confusion on your face. "You'll find out."

"You’re insufferable," you huffed, crossing your arms.

"So are you," Simon shot back calmly. He resumed his work, his face a mask of indifference, as if he hadn't been affected at all.

For a moment, the two of you sat in silence. Your mind was racing, trying to figure out what kind of “favor” he had in mind. But one thing was clear—whatever it was, it would keep you on edge for a while.

As for Simon? He looked more relaxed than usual, and you couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, you’d managed to get under his skin a little.

[dearmyloveleys]

since I can’t stop thinking about flying swords now my next wild trip is yunmeng sword flying license day. do they have to pass a test to get a license like how we do with cars?? legal age?? imagine 14 y/o wwx goes skateboarding, back flipping, water skiing across the lakes, skydiving, while jc is there in the throne hall sweating as yzy watches him parallel park between yinzhu and jinzhu

[gucciwins]

Tokyo Runs

A/N: hi dear friends! it has been too long since I have posted a piece of writing but trust me that I have missed it. Harry running a marathon inspired me to work something up for you. I hope you enjoy.

Word count: 1724

Read more of Harry and Bel here: Love on Tour

It was Oscar Sunday.

Normally, a glam squad preps you in a swanky hotel. You would have your family in the room getting ready and shit talking all the best pictures, yours included. Your favorite was Harry painting your nails and telling everyone how he felt Andrew Garfield had been robbed from so many wins; he had done Hacksaw Ridge and Tick, Tick…Boom. It’s safe to say you told your good friend all about it at the after party where Harry hid his face in your shoulder not being able to stand the embarrassment.

Harry was the perfect date; however, he chose Naomi last year so he could enjoy all the Oscar snacks. You promised him you wouldn’t win. The cards were stacked against you. Hell, Meryl Streep was nominated. It did not look good for you. Harry gave you a kiss as you parted before the carpet and made you promise to thank him in your speech. Turned out it was a good year. You got to shit talk in Spanish with Sarai, and as Harry predicted, you took the Grammy home. 

This year, you were not attending. You received a presentation invitation, yet attendance seemed unnecessary. Another event held priority that day. Harry sought your most-desired, long-postponed goal. It caught you off guard because you liked to think fear didn’t hold you back. It’s a big reason you’ve allowed yourself to go skydiving and swim with sharks. The fear would not stop you from having the experience because it was all about what ifs that were not guaranteed to happen. 

You spent a few hours pondering over his question. It shouldn’t have stumped you, but it did. You had so much life ahead, yet you recognized a fear holding you back from pursuing something you wanted to achieve. 

“I want to run a marathon,” you told Harry during dinner. 

Harry smiled. This caught him off guard. Okay, you often ran with him, however, he questioned your enjoyment.

You nodded. “I’ve always dreamed of running one. My dad ran the LA marathon when he was young, and I think not being able to accomplish it would make me feel like I disappointed him, so I never bothered.”

Harry reached across the table to hold your hand. It was all you needed.

“We could run a marathon together,” he offered. 

You perked but, a big smile on your face but it was quick to vanish. “I feel like I slow you down on your runs. We’d lose each other in the crowd.”

Harry frowned, shaking his head. I won’t abandon you. If we do this, we’ll do it together.”

You let out a deep breath; his name followed. 

“I’ll hold your hand the whole way if I need to, Bel.”

You knew he meant it. You believed him and knew in your heart he’d get you to the finish line, even if that meant carrying you when your legs could no longer go on.

“We train. We train hard.” You raise your pinky and he quickly attaches his finger to yours.

He seals this plan with a kiss. “I’ll start planning.”

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The day had arrived for your marathon. Harry chose the Tokyo Marathon because he knows it’s one of your favorite places to visit and probably the best place to go undetected. You arrived a few days ahead to adjust to the time zone but also to get your mileage in before the big day. You did not tell many people you were doing this but leave it to Harry to tell all your favorite people seeing as you had an influx of text messages wishing you luck. 

Standing in front of the mirror you took in your marathon outfit. It was simple, as you were likely going to sweat through it but also needed to be comfortable. You wore your favorite black shorts and paired it with a black seamless long sleeve tee. Your floral bandana was tied around your head to catch any sweat. It wasn’t your idea to match Harry. It was all him, he liked to be coordinated.

It was time to go accomplish a dream together, one you were never brave enough to voice. 

The sun felt nice on your back as you stood waiting, as time ticked for your heat to go. You kneeled down to tie your shoe, needing something to steady your hands but it seemed your hands could not stop shaking. Harry had a sign for knowing exactly what you needed without a single word. He grabbed your shaking hands and gave them each a soft kiss. 

Harry picked up the bright yellow laces and did a perfect loop repeating it twice. You had on bright sneakers called Air Alphas or something. You weren’t really sure but Harry promised you it’d feel like walking on clouds, so far they had not disappointed. You changed feet so Harry could tie your other shoe. Not a single word was exchanged, not that it was needed, just his presence was enough to ground you. 

Taking both your hands to help you up, your body followed his movement. His sunglasses were down but you knew those emerald eyes were shining bright just for you. Your arms settled around his slim torso, “Te amo,” you said around the noise.

“I love you, Bel. We can do this.” 

He lifted your face wanting to meet your gaze one last time before it was time to run 26.2 miles. 

“Even if we run 10 minute miles?” 

“Even then.” 

You leaned up to press a soft kiss on his lips but Harry was greedy and would always take a little more. He had you lost in a trance forgetting you were surrounded by thousands of other runners. You pulled back giggling as he pressed three consecutive kisses on your cheek, his lovely mustache giving you an extra caress. 

“Time to shine, corazón.” 

Breathe in and breathe out. 

Breathe in and breathe out. 

A tight squeeze to your intertwined hands and you were off. 

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It felt like you were flying. Each step allows you to count down another mile. Harry had kept you at his side running consistent mile times, not that you bothered to look at your watch. Harry made sure you were keeping hydrated and giving you gummies when needed. It was a team effort because when you flashed him a smile; it pushed him to run faster because he could see it in his eyes that you would make it together, your determination shining. 

Harry looked steady with his airpods in his ears, listening to his favorite playlist. Your playlist included a mix of Bad Bunny, Rachel Chinouriri, and Harry. Each song was different, and it allowed you to get lost in your head. 

Your steps faltered, and the sun felt like it was blazing. Harry was three strides ahead of you. You took a step, and he took five. He drifted away, blending in with the crowd. Your throat was dry, not allowing you to call his name, but a water station was up ahead. Water and then a quick sprint to catch him. A glance at your watch let you know there were only a handful of miles left.

You could do this.

When you reach the water station, there is Harry with a cup of water in hand as he reaches for you, guiding you to the side. You try to keep walking knowing time is still running, but he doesn’t let you. 

Harry brings the cup of water to your lips. “Drink.” 

You let it run down your throat and it tastes like a sweet nectar making you crave for more, but it will only lead to a side stitch.

“Good girl, Bel.” He whispers. It’s music to your ears. 

“I’m good,” you promise him. 

Harry strokes your hair, his hand soft and comforting as he repeats the action a few more times. “I know. We do this together.” 

Together. 

It’s a simple word, but it means everything to you.

He’s your person. 

If there is anyone who will be proud of you for finishing regardless of your time, it is him.

You offer him your hand. “Juntos.” 

“Together,” he takes your hand and off you go in search of the finish line.

Each mile seemed to get harder, but you would look over at Harry and he looked steady, so you kept pushing. One foot in front of the other and you knew you’d made it to the end. 

Mile 25 felt like a breeze but 26 felt eternal. Every twist and turn felt like it would never end, but then you heard the cheers. The noise of the crowd rivaled one of Harry’s sold out stadiums.

“Go Harry! Go Y/N!” your head snapped, trying to find the voice, but all you could muster was a smile. It had to be a fan, or someone who looked up your bib number. It urged you on. 

The finish line was up ahead, and you knew the sprint was coming. Harry said the end needed to be a strong finish. 

“Come on, baby!”

Hand in hand, you crossed the finish line. Relieved: You breathed deeply, feeling alive and grateful. You didn’t feel your legs hurt; all you felt was Harry’s arms around you spinning you around. 

“I love you,” you shouted.

“I fucking love you.” He yelled back. 

It was a perfect moment. (You would be happy to receive the photos from your portal. Naomi would also send you all the videos she found from the moment on social media.)

Harry let you receive your medals. His hand secured on your waist as your medal rested on your chest, earning you a kiss to the cheek. Harry thanked the kind workers and guided you away, ready to celebrate with you.

He swung his hand over your shoulder, the smiles on both your faces contagious. “Nicely done, Ms. Belmonte.” 

“Thanks to you, superhuman.” You teased, poking his defined abs. “What now?” You wondered out loud. 

“The Six Star Medal. We just finished the first marathon.”

You stopped dead in your tracks. Five more marathons. 

He was joking. 

Right?

“Only if a proposal is soon.” 

Harry's laugh fills you with warmth knowing it was because of you. “I’ve got something up my sleeve.” 

You believed him.

[justmebeingme94]

Title: Mutual Feelings 🩷

Synopsis: The reader is an actress who just finished up a romance movie project with the gorgeous and brilliant Aaron Pierre as her co-star. While filming, the production company booked an extravagant Airbnb for everyone's convenience near the movie set, which was in Miami, Florida. Filming wrapped up quicker than expected, which gave the cast and crew a few extra days to kill. Due to working so closely together, the reader and Aaron have built a strong friendship despite her initial crush on him; she grows to respect and admire him as a person and not just eye candy. However, unbeknownst to the reader, Aaron was lovestruck the moment they met. A night at the beautiful house leads to feelings being exposed and the heat rises between them. This is kind of a snippet so please let me know if I should finish it. Enjoy! 🥰

"You mean to tell me that you've never seen 'Don't Be A Menace'?", you asked, choking back a giggle. "No, y/n. I can't say that I have", Aaron replied in his thick deep British accent, playfully rolling his eyes. You and Aaron were chilling in the living room of the Airbnb, looking for movies to watch on the fire stick. Y'all sat on the exceptionally soft cream colored L-shaped couch with distance between you two while the lamp next to it gave the room a cozy feel. Freshly showered, you sported a baby pink crop top with grey sweat pants and baby pink ankle socks. Your knotless boho braids were draped over one shoulder as you clicked on the movie. Filming had wrapped and you and Aaron had a week to relax and enjoy the city as well as the house. The day involved the cast and crew doing their own thing while you and Aaron decided to go to the beach. You internally thanked the Lord for getting braids due to the humidity of Florida and not wanting to fool with it during filming. Had your hair been in any other predicament, any aquatic activity would be a hard no. Besides, there was NO way you'd miss out on the opportunity of seeing Aaron's shirtless chest and abs glistening in the Miami sun... After the beach, the plan was to check out some clubs in the area. However, you both were extremely tired, just wanting to grab a bite to eat and spend the evening indoors. After showering, y'all decided to Door Dash some Chinese food and watch movies. "That means we're gonna have to watch it", you said in a sing-song voice. He laughed and shrugged. You took a bite of your sweet and sour chicken as the opening credits played. You glanced over at Aaron, who was looking at you with a small smile. You couldn't help but notice how his black tank top clung to his chest and abs while the print in his black shorts taunted and teased you. You licked your lips and readjusted on the couch, a look of anticipation on your face. You hate to admit it, but his eyes was something that you could never get used to. They were piercing. Intense. Hell, they were intimidating. And it didn't help that his newly bronzed sun tanned skin made them even more striking. "What?" You asked. "Nothing. Just...I enjoy spending time with you", he said sincerely. Your heart fluttered. "Awww Aaron, me too. I just hope that when we leave, we stay in contact", you replied. You loved the bond that you and Aaron built in the past 6 months. It wasn't just an ordinary cordial relationship between colleagues; it was rare and real. You'd grown to care for and respect the man that Aaron was. For an example, you noticed on set during food breaks that he would make sure the whole cast and crew had eaten before he would fix his plate. Or how he would make each individual feel like the most important person in the room just from engaging and speaking with him. He was all-around perfect. And as amazing as he was, you knew you didn't want that bond between you two to fade away. You looked down bashfully, tearing your gaze away from Aaron's handsome face and continued watching the movie.

****4 Hours Later****

"Okay...never have I ever....went skydiving", you slurred. Y'all decided that after the movie, a game of Never Have I Ever and some liquor would be lit. Aaron decided to put on an early 2000's R&B playlist to keep the atmosphere light and fun. "Shoot, me neither sweetheart", he replied, laughing. You both toasted a shot of Hennessy and chugged it. You immediately chased it with apple juice, hating the way it burned your throat. Aaron, being a man's man after all, hissed as it went down but didn't chase it. Being the lightweight that you are, you had only done 3 shots but they made you tipsy immediately. Aaron, on the other hand, had reached 5 before the alcohol kicked in for him. Aaron poured up another shot for you both while you let the last shot settle in your stomach. "Let's take it up a notch, darling. We've been playing it safe all night", he proclaimed, slamming the shot glass on the coffee table. The alcohol definitely had him feeling himself. You look at him suspiciously, smirking. "How so?" He cleared his throat and said, "Never have I ever....made out in the rain. Soaking wet, bodies glued together, hands all over each other, not giving a damn who sees us", He said slowly, watching your next move. He knew EXACTLY what he was doing to you too. All of a sudden, your face got extremely hot, as well as other parts of you...you were speechless! Your mouth was agape, and you clenched your legs together discretely. You took the shot quickly, not even bothering to chase it this time; your mind was on other things. Aaron, reading your reaction wrong, immediately regretted saying that. "I apologize, Y/N. Did I make you feel uncomfortable?" "Oh no no no HELL no", you replied while shaking your head fast, making him chuckle. "You just caught me off guard. I've never kissed in the rain before, but I'd be up for it...", you replied, the liquor making you more bold and flirtatious. You start inching closer to Aaron while still maintaining some distance (and teasing him in the process). "Never have I ever...got freaky on a ferris wheel. Kissing and touching, 3rd base activities, praying to God that you remain stuck at the top long enough to make them lose control", you purred, sexily sizing him up. He licked his lips and took another shot, eyeing you hungrily. It was his turn to scoot towards you. "Alright. Never have I ever got to kiss you", his voice dangerously low and oozing with sex. No one drank this round. "And never have I ever got a chance to kiss you back", you replied. You scooted so close to him that you were in his face at this point. "Fuck the bullshit", he said in a husky voice. Before you could respond, he kissed you passionately, his big hands grabbing and squeezing your waist and hips. You moaned in his mouth, loving how you tasted the Hennessy on his sweet lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck, mentally preparing for what's about to go down tonight. He then pulled you on his lap, straddling him. (To be continued) More to come 😉

[osamiiya]

“But that one’s obvious”

Atsumu x reader

warnings // very suggestive! postcotial discussions. mention of alcohol

summary: Atsumu keeps a bucket list of things he would like to experience in his life.

notes: stares and blinks.

— — —

Atsumu is entirely ungraceful as he flops onto the bed next to you, skin damp with sweat as his chest heaves.

It’s quiet for a moment, the only sounds in the room heavy breathing and the ticking of the clock in your kitchen.

When you realized your crush on the MSBY setter, you hadn’t anticipated his reciprocation, much less the admission that he’s liked you pretty much since you met.

The hookup had also been a spur of the moment thing, the two of you were together at a charity event MSBY was invited to, and you tagged along as his plus-one. The two of you spend the night laughing while sipping cups of water as Bokuto and Hinata made tipsy fools of themselves.

One surprisingly deep conversation later, you found yourself cupping his jaw affectionately and his eyes seemed to flutter shut as you leaned in.

It’s a blur of confessions and clothes and kissing before you find yourself staring up at the ceiling, chest heaving.

“Crossed that off the bucket list.” Atsumu huffs from next to you.

You turn your head to give him a confused look, hair mussing slightly.

“..What?” Your voice is slightly scratchy from your previous activities.

“Making a hot person scream my name in bed.” Atsumu sends a shit eating grin as he wipes at his forehead.

“You’re impossible.” You laugh, head shaking in disbelief.

Atsumu just grins as he goes to collect a rag from your bathroom to clean up with.

“Everyone has one.” He hums as he returns.

His hands are gentle as he cleans you up, eyebrows knitted in concentration as the rag brushes over the panes of your body.

“What’s on it?” You sigh out, relishing in the feeling of being taken care of.

He doesn’t respond as he pulls on his boxers, and finds something for you to wear before flopping next to you on the bed.

“What’s on what?” Atsumu grins, he’s clearly getting a kick out of this. He doesn’t tease further as he lists off some more… intimate, items on his bucket list.

“Are they all sexual?” You snort, pushing him away as he inches further to kiss at your neck.

“Why? Did you want to cross some more off tonight?” You can feel his teeth against your neck as he smiles, laughing slightly.

“Absolutely not, keep your hands off me.”

Atsumu whines dramatically as he places one last kiss on your neck before gathering you in his arms as best he can from his angle.

“I want to try skydiving.” He hums, “And going to the olympics.”

He’s surprisingly thoughtful as he lists off various items on his bucket list, along with a short explanation when you press him for more details. Atsumu’s hand finds yours to hold loosely, thumb drawing languid circles as the two of you just talk.

It’s comfortable, you’ve been friends longer than you’ve been dating. Considering the series of confessions that had only happened earlier that evening.

You can tell Atsumus nearing the end of his mental bucket list when he hesitates and looks you shyly in the face.

“And confessing to you, but I checked that one off.” He hums thoughtfully, he chews on his bottom list as he lists off one last one.

“And treating you well. Dating you for a long time, spending as much time as I can with you.” He smiles fondly, eyes softening.

“But that one’s obvious.” He hums, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

It’s as if the air in your lungs has been sucked out of your body as he speaks, and there’s no stopping the smile that creeps onto your lips.

“That one’s obvious.” You echo softly, eyes searching his.

[flyingwargle]

happy birthday to our favorite athletic trainer, iwaizumi!

hajime is a year older on a spectacularly unremarkable tuesday.

despite his husband’s protests, he didn’t want to do anything extravagant – no skydiving, no appointments to get matching tattoos, no drunk dancing at the club. he didn’t even want the day off but begrudgingly did so after all his athletes and colleagues encouraged him. a chorus of birthday wishes followed him out, along with suggestive winks and pats on the shoulder, no doubt expecting him to zipline across tokyo, scuba dive with the sharks, or eat wagyu at the top of tokyo tower.

he just wants a day at home with his husband.

shortly after he wakes, the door opens with a creak, tooru sticking his head in. “finally! breakfast was starting to get cold.” he steps inside with a tray. the plate is stacked high with pancakes doused in syrup, whipping cream, and strawberries, the only berry hajime likes. there’s also a mug of steaming coffee, some margarine in a sauce dish, and cutlery.

“thanks, babe.” hajime smooths the blanket before taking the tray, reaching for the fork and knife to dig in. tooru sits beside him, leans on his shoulder, blinks at him with puppy eyes. hajime asks, “you didn’t eat yet?”

“why eat when you can feed me?” he replies. hajime rolls his eyes, spearing a bit of everything on his fork for tooru, who obediently opens his mouth, closing his lips around the fork. “delicious!”

“complimenting your own cooking, huh?”

“it’s because you won’t,” tooru pouts. hajime chuckles, raising his fork to feed him another bite.

“it’s great, tooru. thanks.” it really is – the pancakes are chewy, the whipped cream isn’t too sweet, and the strawberries are unbelievably fresh. definitely an indulgence worth enjoying.

they polish off the pancakes, use the strawberries to mop up the whipping cream, and lick leftover syrup and cream off their lips. tooru takes the tray back, giving hajime room to stand and change, not bothering with anything fancier than old sweats. he doesn’t anticipate much today; tooru promised to honor his wish.

if he thinks about it, he just wants to enjoy…this. tooru yells while washing the dishes to ask what he wants for lunch – “we just ate, you want lunch already?” hajime shouts back.

“i gotta prepare! food doesn’t cook itself, you know!”

“maybe we can eat out? then swing by the supermarket to see what’s cheap and cook at home?”

“whatever you want, honey!”

hajime settles on the couch, surveys their living room. it isn’t the largest nor fanciest, but conveniently located between their workplaces, surrounded by restaurants and shops. sunlight streams in through the windows, curtains pushed aside. the balcony door is open a smidge, sounds of tokyo traffic sneaking in. plants are lined along the windowsill, tooru’s new interest until they wither, but it’s been three weeks, and they’re still alive.

there’s a jigsaw left on a piece of cardboard, currently in the corner of the room, since the coffee table has old memorabilia from their last trip down memory lane. hajime thumbs through old tournament guidebooks and pamphlets, yearbooks, old assignments. how they managed to find their way from sendai to tokyo is beyond him; when his eyes settle on the guidebook for their last spring tournament, his heart ripples with emotion.

it's easy to forget how long he and tooru have been together.

they find a nearby udon restaurant with probably the best agedashi tofu in existence. hajime knows this was planned, judging by tooru’s fond expression. “of course, it was me who found it,” tooru says proudly. “you can’t find anything on google maps, even if your life depended on it.”

“yeah, yeah, and you still don’t know how to use the washer.”

“there are too many buttons, iwa-chan!”

after lunch, they explore the neighborhood, finding small businesses in garages and alleyways, including a small cat café. tooru spends too much time petting the cats, and hajime takes too many pictures of his husband.

the supermarket is an adventure in and of itself, with tooru swiping everything into their basket, pouting until hajime relents. “you don’t need all these chips,” hajime deadpans, staring at the offending bags that scream unhealthy! “just because you’re retired doesn’t mean you can let go.”

“don’t you wanna cheat a little bit?”

“yeah, with one bag. put the rest away.”

tooru grumbles under his breath, returning them to the shelf. when he tries again with five bags of senbei crackers, they repeat the song and dance, but senbei are slightly healthier, so hajime allows two bags, instead.

“does my old and grumpy husband want a cake?” tooru asks when they reach the desserts in the bakery section. “something to go with the beer tonight?”

“is it because you want a cake?”

“i asked you.”

“i don’t want cake.” hajime waits a beat, rolls his eyes in amusement at tooru’s blossoming pout. he can never say no to that face. “fine, go pick something we’d both like.”

they have hot pot for dinner, chasing away the meat and vegetables with beer. hajime is comfortably full by the time they eat cake, deciding to share a slice, feeding each other bites while cuddling on the couch, limbs tangled together, tooru resting his head on hajime’s chest. when cream is left on his nose, hajime leans over to lick it off, tooru giggling in response. adorable, hajime thinks. and he’s truly, irrevocably his.

in the silence of their apartment and distant traffic below, tooru murmurs, “i think i kind of understand why you didn’t want to do anything.”

“yeah?”

“yeah. but, baby, you’re stuck with me for the rest of our lives – if you add up all the hours we’re away from each other, it’ll never be more than the hours we’re together. you didn’t have to waste your birthday just to be with me.”

hajime lowers his head, brushing his lips against his. “what if it’s because i wanted to spend time with the greatest birthday present i ever have?”

tooru’s eyes widen, the tiniest blush in his cheeks. “now you’re just being cheesy.”

“can you blame me for wanting to be with you after we spent our twenties on different sides of the planet? now that we’re together, i’m never letting you go.”

“you can’t, anyway.” his husband raises his ring finger. “not when i still have this.”

hajime smiles, reaching forward to intertwine their fingers, rings pressed together. “better not lose it, then.”

so, his birthday wasn’t anything special, and his athletes and colleagues were disappointed to hear how utterly mundane it went, but hajime doesn’t care. a day with his husband is better than anything he can ask for, and he’d want nothing more than the rest of his birthdays to be just like it.

[quietlyimplode]

@agentsofpuppies asked for a prompt of my choosing, to save her from the doldrums of horses.

Well friend, here is a hodgepodge fic of “how many fingers am I holding up?” with he Clint’s pairing as requested.

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“How many fingers am I holding up?”

Natasha’s white.

Clint clicks behind her and she focuses enough to answer correctly.

“I need to…”

“Yeah yeah, we know you need to go,” he mumbles.

“But the fact that you can’t focus on shit, means we can’t go anywhere.”

Her eyes unfocus and refocus on his face.

“I’m fine,” she gets out, standing and swaying.

He presses heavily on her shoulder and she cries out, the noise sudden and seemingly a surprise to them both.

“Fuck off, Natasha, is your shoulder dislocated?”

She doesn’t answer.

Hawkeye indeed.

He should have seen the way she favoured one arm and not even moved the next.

“No,” she lies.

He sighs, the exasperation clear.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

He touches it again, meanly, and she seems to go even more white.

“I can reset it,” he stares.

“But you need to admit that you were wrong.”

Dull eyes stare through him, and he feels mean in asking but all his frustration from the last two hours almost threaten to burst in a tirade of annoyance.

“Fine. Bite this.”

He gives her his leather glove, and she takes it with her other hand.

“On three.”

She hold the leather between her teeth and looks away.

“One.”

He holds it straight, then pops the joint back in with a rotational movement and hears her muffle cry, and body shake.

“Open and close your fist.”

She does.

The stare of pain and loathing comes at him.

“You said. On three.”

She gets the words out with sweat on her brow.

“I’m keeping this.”

She stuffs his glove in her tunic pocket, the leather form fitting.

With that she seems a bit more with it.

Clouded eyes give way to annoyance and pain and its marginally better.

“I. Was wrong.”

He smirks.

“Doesn’t that feel better?”

The can of soft drink flies at his head.

He takes a step and dodges it easily.

“Maybe next time, you’ll actually listen to me, and not you know… try and kill yourself by skydiving wrong and landing at such an awkward angle that I thought you’d died.”

She stares.

“I’ve done it before.”

“Not here you haven’t.”

“No,” she concedes.

“I underestimated the wind.”

“And if you’d listened to me?”

She huffs.

“Fuck off Clint.”

“You fuck off.”

She smirks at that and tests her arm again.

“Okay.”

He rolls his eyes and gathers his parachute.

“Okay.”

.

<3

[strange-little-spy]

Chapter Twenty-Eight – Somewhere in Austria – unknown time

Warnings: HYDRA Angst, mild fluff

Word count: 1491 words

Addie had never in her entire life done a parachute drop, not even skydiving. And yet once she pulled the rip-cord, she felt the freezing cold air race past her as her chute mushroomed above her, her fingers somehow finding the straps that pulled her left or right as she floated rather quickly down toward the ground.

She thanked her stars that the German’s hadn’t seen the chutes, only the plane. But she also felt a pit in her stomach as she thought about how Peggy and Howard would get home.

Home.

She was already fatigued.

She hit the ground before she thought about it, her ankles jarring from the shock as her elbows took the rest of the impact.

“Oww!” She yelped, pushing herself off the forest floor and spinning her head around to see if Steve had happened to touch down near her.

A throbbing ached her knee, probably rolled. Joy.

“Adds!” Steve’s voice hissed from the tree behind her, catching her attention.

“Over here!” She whisper-shouted, waving him over to help her out of the tangle of cords and the harness.

“Should we bury these?” She didn’t know why she asked that, something in her memories flicked like a spark.

“Good idea.” Steve nodded, tugging her straps away and bundling the chute as she began to kick at the dirt with her heel to try to start a hole.

“Get a stick, a big one, it’ll be easier.”

“Right—“ She bolted past the trees and snapped a limb from a tree, almost startled by how easy it was and then she remembered she had the super-soldier serum. She then dug the end of the stick into the colder dirt, pushing the dirt to the side and eventually breaking a sweat as she dug deeper.

Steve had retrieved his own chute, bundling them both into a lump and sticking them in the hole Addie stood by.

“Cover it up.” He said, kicking the dirt back into the hole, blotting out the white canvas. It was a foggy night, especially on the ground. Addie couldn’t even see the other side of the small clearing across from them.

“C’mon,” Steve panted, tugging her sleeve slightly. They ran into the forest toward where he saw a road from the air. They could easily sneak aboard a truck going to the HYDRA base…they hoped.

After a long 45 minutes of quickly making their ay through the woods, they came upon the road, a German convoy snaking along the dirt road that crept through the forest.

“Last truck so we won’t be seen.” Steve whispered over the rumble of the engines, his warmth breath tickling Addie’s neck. She was glad she hadn’t cut her hair, allowing it to insulate herself in the cold European climate.

She nodded, peering down the road to see how many were left.

The last truck was coming quickly.

“Go, go—“ Steve nudged her, nodding as the truck slowed for the hole in the road, it’s back covered in the canvas to keep the contents—whatever they were—dry. She scrambled up the back bumper and over the wooden tailgate and tumbled into the bed, to the surprise of two HYDRA soldiers with guns. Steve was right behind her, giving a curt nod.

“Fellas.”

It didn’t take much to toss them out the back, unconscious.

The rest of the trip was rather bumpy but the trucks slowed around thirteen miles from where they had stowed away. Luckily there was no checks or inspections. Most likely because it was a HYDRA convoy, the filthy symbol of the octopus and skull emblazed on the crates that were tied down in the back of the truck.

Addie didn’t dare fall asleep even if she was almost utterly exhausted. The mission was too important—

No, no, no, she was not the asset, she was not an assassin for HYDRA, she was to get in there and get Bucky out of there with the rest of the prisoners. That was her mission.

She wasn’t to let HYDRA get control. Not again.

The HYDRA base was well lit, but there was enough crates and trucks to sneak behind to make your way to the bigger building that had a questionable amount of guards in Addison’s opinion.

She nudged Steve’s arm and pointed to the spot light that swept over the grounds, adding even more light to the facility.

“Take it out?” She mouthed, her brows raised. Steve shook his head, pointing to the man who was walking toward the door, their best entrance so far.

They bolted toward the man, carefully muffling their steps as the door opened, a guard inside watching the traffic flow. Addie grabbed the man in a choke-hold while Steve took out the masked guard, the door shutting and locking behind them.

“Where’s a closet when you need one?” She whispered as they stashed the unconscious men to the side and tying their hands to their legs with belts.

They quickly found the prisoner area, a set of large cages with a floor above them, an armed guard keeping watch.

Addie raced toward the guard while Steve checked the cages below, searching for Bucky. He had to be in there somewhere—

“Got it!” Addie called to Steve, tossing him the ring of keys.

“Who the hell are you??” A man asked her from below.

“Uh, I’m a friend of Captain America.” She quickly said as she leaped down to the floor below, level with the cages.

“Beg your pardon??”

Steve had already begun to unlock the cages, letting out the throngs of men who seemed to suddenly earn the life back into their eyes.

“Are we taking everyone??” A man beside Addie spun around as a prisoner with narrow eyes stepped out. Japanese.

“I’m from Fresno, ace.” He tugged his dogtags out of his shirt and showed them.

Addie gave him a shove toward the exit as she spotted Steve still looking around. She hadn’t heard Bucky’s voice out of the entire throng of freed prisoners. Well- not quite freed until they got back to the American camp.

It seemed so far away.

“Anyone seen a Sargent Barnes?” She asked, shouldering her way between the men.

“I saw him three days ago,” Someone said. “They took him away.”

“Where??” She looked at the speaker, her eyes wide.

“There's an isolation ward in the factory, but no one's ever come

back from it.” A man with a derbie said as they quickly filed out of the ward, heading toward the exit.

“All right.” Steve said, pointing to where he and Addie had come from. “The tree line is northwest, 80 yards past the gate. Get out fast and give 'em hell. We'll meet you guys in the clearing with anybody else we can find.” He snagged Addie’s arm and tugged her to him.

“Hey, wait. You know what you're doing?” The man with the derbie spoke.

“Sure, he’s knocked Adolf Hitler out over 200 times.” Addie said, looking at him before she followed Steve through the hallway, the sickly green light coming from the rooms to the side.

The adrenaline still hadn’t eased up, offering her bursts of energy.

They could hear the factory falling into chaos as the prisoners broke out, taking over the tanks and the gun turrets to make sure to get as many as they could out.

A small figure of a man stumbled out of a room ahead of them, his arms filled with a briefcase.

“You go get him, I’ll look in the room—“ Addie said to Steve, pushing him forward and running to the room where the little man had come.

A nasty—familiar—smell flooded her nose. Blood. Antiseptic.

Fear.

“Focus.”

“Sergeant. Three-two-five-five- seven—“ A voice droned from a table, a shape of a man strapped to it.

“No, no, no, Bucky—“ Addie whispered, tearing the leather straps that held him down. His normally bright eyes were glazed over, barely focusing on her concerned expression. “Hey, hey, it’s me.”

“—Who..”

“It’s your girl.”

“Addie.”

“Yeah, it’s me, Bucky.” She tugged on his shirt, helping him off the table. He stumbled for a moment at first, but regained his footing and grabbed her hand.

“Addie..”

“Not now, Bucky, c’mon, we’ve got to move.” She led him out of the room, hurrying down the hallway.

“Steve..” Bucky ran after her, using the wall to balance.

“He’s here.”

“What!?” Bucky stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide.

“You’ll understand in a second, c’mon.” She hid her smile, remembering Bucky wasn’t there when Erskine offered the project to Steve. He was off in England when the procedure happened so he would have little idea of what Steve now looked like…

“Hey.” He started, keeping her from moving forward. “Are you okay?”

He looked more like the boy from Brooklyn she knew so well.

“Yes, Bucky, I’m okay. Now c’mon before we get caught!”

End notes:

Yay! Bucky’s back! :D

Thank you for reading! Dividers by @strangergraphics

Original prompt by @the-superoriginal ~ written by yours truly, all relation to actual people are purely coincidental

Tag list: @fictionalmenjusthitdifferent ~ @oh-to-be-a-murderer ~ @thebestmerc-1 ~ @itzzkaylaaa ~ @twoarrsandonesea ~ @natt-romanoff - @proud-owner-0f-americas-ass - @lady-of-imladris @crazyinlovewithmarvel @dollface-xoxo(too bad I tag u anyway) @the1-and-only-peggycarter @lunamarvels @thescarleteevee @official-natasha-romanova | @happy-harpy-stuff

[dreaming-marchling]

How is Brian's travel planning going? And what risky quest is Letty offering for his next birthday (and will give Dom a heart attack)?

Lol! We will see their New Orleans trip in MiT5 (the research, oh the research - WHY DIDN'T I PICK THEM GOING TO A PLACE I'VE BEEN???) so you'll get to enjoy their travel shenanigans. Unfortunately otherwise Plot has kept Brian from thinking about his next round of travel ;)

Dom is sweating out your next question, lol. He's seriously praying the zip line course was a one-off, not a whole tradition that Letty is starting up. Visions of skydiving and cliff jumping are dancing in his head and he does not like it.

Not this month but in the coming months I might have an MiF that is relevant to your interests. Not of a trip, I should clarify because I know that's a common request that I've not yet fulfilled, but of something travel adjacent.

Thank you for asking!

[rejectory]

@imbricare *

It’s like Arthur to be mouthing off after a fuck-up regardless of the state of his motor skills. Cobb’s face, neck, back, thighs are running with pearls of sweat. Arthur’s half-dead weight makes sure they stagger out of sync like Cobb imagines they will out of either of their wedding reception straight into the after-party.

Best men oughta leave last, right?

Some of the ungulates grazing have their hind legs in the front and claws for teeth. An upsized Indiana Jones temple mushrooms in the buffed golden distance, nostalgic.

He said no movie knock-offs how many times? Not to fill in just for the sake of bragging you can how many times?

The impulse control it takes to not make a repurposed bender out of going under, Arthur doesn’t have. Cobb’s been taking mental notes. Arthur passed his initiation by the skin of his teeth, and it seemed to Cobb, if he’s honest, a prior jab of a reuptake inhibitor was to thank—epinephrine, or even caffeine. But it’s not his jurisdiction to be honest right now. His job is to get the job done.

Another oceanic rumble vibrates the trees and comes with breath. It flips his insides like a skydiving accident, having him flinch and step on Arthur’s bad foot.

Just give him foresight and good news once, goddamnit.

��� ... Herbivore? ’

[maaskuline]

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL MASCULINE SIDE.

you love hoodies. you love shorts. dogs are better than cats. it’s hilarious when people get hurt. shopping is torture. sad movies suck. you own a car racing game. you played with hot wheels cars as a kid. at some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter. you owned a ds, ps2, n64, or sega. you used to be obsessed with power rangers. you have watched sports on tv. gory movies are cool. you go to your dad for advice. you own like a trillion baseball caps. you used to collect hockey or baseball cards. baggy sweats are cool to wear. it’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people. green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favourite colours. you love to go crazy and not care what people think. sports are fun. you talk with food in your mouth. you sleep with your socks on at night. you have fished at least once.

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL FEMININE SIDE.

you love to shop. you wear eyeliner. you wear the color pink. you go to your mom to talk. you consider cheerleading a sport. you hate wearing the color black. you like going to the mall. you like getting manicures and/or pedicures. you like wearing jewelry. you cried watching the notebook. dresses are a big part of your wardrobe. shopping is one of your favorite hobbies. you don’t like the movie star wars. you are/were in gymnastics. it takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up. you smile a lot more than you should. you have more than 10 pairs of shoes. you care about what you look like. you like wearing dresses when you can. you like wearing high heel shoes. you used to play with dolls as little kid. you like putting make-up on others. you like being the star of everything.

APPEARANCE.

i am shorter than 5’5”. i have scars. i tan easily. i wish my hair was a different color. i have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. i have a tattoo. i am self-conscious about my appearance. i’ve had/have braces. i’ve been told i’m attractive by a complete stranger. i have more than two piercings. i have/had piercings in places besides my ears.

EXPERIENCES.

i’ve gotten lost in my city. i’ve seen a shooting star. i’ve wished on a shooting star. i’ve seen a meteor shower. i’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. i’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. i’ve kicked a guy where it hurts. i’ve been to a casino. i’ve been skydiving. i’ve gone skinny-dipping. i’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. i’ve crashed a car. i’ve been skiing. i’ve been in a musical. i’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue. i’ve seen the northern lights. i’ve sat on a rooftop at night. i’ve played a prank on someone. i’ve ridden in a taxi. i’ve seen the rocky horror picture show. i’ve eaten sushi. i’ve been snowboarding.

HONESTY/CRIME.

i’ve done something i promised someone else i wouldn’t. i’ve done something i promised myself i wouldn’t. i’ve snuck out. i’ve lied to my parents about where i am. i’ve cheated while playing a game. i’ve ran a red light. i’ve witnessed a crime. i’ve been in a fist fight. i’ve been arrested.

DEATH AND SUICIDE.

i’m afraid of dying. i hate funerals. i’ve seen someone/something dying. someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide. i’ve written a eulogy for myself.

RANDOM.

i can sing well. i’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. i open up to others easily. i watch the news. i don’t kill bugs. i sing in the shower. i am a morning person. i paid for a cell phone ring tone. i am a sports fanatic. i twirl my hair. i care about grammar. i have “?”’s in my screen name. i’ve copied more than 30 cds in a day. i bake well. my favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange. i would wear pajamas to school. i like martha stewart. i know how to shoot a gun. i laugh at my own jokes. i eat fast food weekly. i’ve not turned anything in and still got an a in a certain class. i can’t sleep if there is a spider/cockroach in the room. i am ticklish. i love white chocolate. i bite my nails. i’m good at remembering faces. i’m good at remembering names. i’m good at remembering dates. i honestly have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.

tagged by: snatched it >:) tagging: snatch it!

[pumpkinhcad]

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL MASCULINE SIDE.

you love hoodies.  you love shorts. dogs are better than cats. it’s hilarious when people get hurt.  shopping is torture. sad movies suck. you own a car racing game.  you played with hot wheels cars as a kid.  at some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.  you owned a ds, ps2, n64, or sega.  you used to be obsessed with power rangers.  you have watched sports on tv.  gory movies are cool.  you go to your dad for advice.  you own like a trillion baseball caps.  you used to collect hockey or baseball cards.  baggy sweats are cool to wear.  it’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.  green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favourite colours.  you love to go crazy and not care what people think.  sports are fun.  you talk with food in your mouth.  you sleep with your socks on at night.  you have fished at least once.

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL FEMININE SIDE.

you love to shop.  you wear eyeliner.  you wear the color pink.  you go to your mom to talk.  you consider cheerleading a sport.  you hate wearing the color black.  you like going to the mall.  you like getting manicures and/or pedicures.  you like wearing jewelry. you cried watching the notebook.  dresses are a big part of your wardrobe.  shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.  you don’t like the movie star wars.  you are/were in gymnastics.  it takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up.  you smile a lot more than you should.  you have more than 10 pairs of shoes.  you care about what you look like.  you like wearing dresses when you can. you like wearing high heel shoes.  you used to play with dolls as little kid.  you like putting make-up on others.  you like being the star of everything.

APPEARANCE.

i am shorter than 5’5”.  i have scars.  i tan easily.  i wish my hair was a different color.  i have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.  i have a tattoo.  i am self-conscious about my appearance.  i’ve had/have braces.  i’ve been told i’m attractive by a complete stranger.  i have more than two piercings.  i have/had piercings in places besides my ears.

EXPERIENCES.

i’ve gotten lost in my city.  i’ve seen a shooting star. i’ve wished on a shooting star.  i’ve seen a meteor shower.  i’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.  i’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.  i’ve kicked a guy where it hurts.  i’ve been to a casino.  i’ve been skydiving. i’ve gone skinny-dipping.  i’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.  i’ve crashed a car.  i’ve been skiing.  i’ve been in a musical.  i’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue.  i’ve seen the northern lights.  i’ve sat on a rooftop at night.  i’ve played a prank on someone.  i’ve ridden in a taxi.  i’ve seen the rocky horror picture show.  i’ve eaten sushi.  i’ve been snowboarding.

HONESTY/CRIME.

i’ve done something i promised someone else i wouldn’t.  i’ve done something i promised myself i wouldn’t.  i’ve snuck out.  i’ve lied to my parents about where i am.  i’ve cheated while playing a game.  i’ve ran a red light.  i’ve witnessed a crime.  i’ve been in a fist fight.  i’ve been arrested.

DEATH AND SUICIDE.

i’m afraid of dying. i hate funerals.  i’ve seen someone/something dying.  someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide.  i’ve written a eulogy for myself.

RANDOM.

i can sing well.  i’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.  i open up to others easily.  i watch the news.  i don’t kill bugs.  i sing in the shower.  i am a morning person.  i paid for a cell phone ring tone.  i am a sports fanatic.  i twirl my hair.  i care about grammar.  i have “?”’s in my screen name.  i’ve copied more than 30 cds in a day.  i bake well.  my favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange.  i would wear pajamas to school.  i like martha stewart.  i know how to shoot a gun.  i laugh at my own jokes.  i eat fast food weekly.  i’ve not turned anything in and still got an a in a certain class.  i can’t sleep if there is a spider/cockroach in the room.  i am ticklish.  i love white chocolate.  i bite my nails.  i’m good at remembering faces.  i’m good at remembering names.  i’m good at remembering dates.  i honestly have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.

tagged by: Nobody, I stole it as usual! tagging: As always, feel free to do it if you want!

[blushydiorrb]

blushydior

getting ready for dream girl summer 🌸🫧

a post on getting through the summer flawlessly as a dream girl <3

getting through summer looks like… basking & glowing in the beautiful sun, traveling, going out with ease, having fun, being messy and more. so let’s begin.

♡ categories: 

what does your ideal summer for this year look like? ideas, moodboards

physical: summer essentials, what to wear, makeup looks, luxuries, summer reads and bucket lists. 

mental: mindset, wellness, reads and bucket list ideas

  ♡ what’s your ideal summer? ♡

you create the definition of dream girl and it can always change. so decide what your mind and body needs. is this a time for healing? or is this a time to be adventurous?

do you see yourself in nature, enjoying the silence after a chaotic winter and spring? or going to parties, hanging out with friends, meeting new people and trying so many new things?

or why not both? 💋

some bucket list ideas:

spend more time outside than on your phone

have a morning routine. don’t lose structure in the day. switch it up for summer and make it fun.

make a list of nice restaurants in the city to try out

plan out picnic dates

buy disposable cameras and have them developed at the end of summer!

go skydiving

go to a fancy hotel bar and leave the place with someone’s number (or many)

go on late night drives!

explore a random city

try out new foods

most important of all: follow your gut. keep your safety your #1 priority.

                         physical

♡ summer essentials

sunscreen duhh, is a must no matter the season, especially for summer.

⤷ apply sunscreen before you go out and reapply ever 2 hours. look for products that are: lightweight & nonsticky, don’t leave a white cast, spf 50++

anything from sol de janeiro ugh <3

waterproof jewelry

sunglasses

sea salt spray

shimmer body oil

after sun care

your signature scent for summer (scent recommendations below)

pack light and smart with makeup if you’re one to touch up: lipstick (can be used for your eyes and cheeks also), eyeliner, etc.

hair clips/ties

qtips for makeup smudges

mini fan to cool down

small wallet

have fun and unplug but if it’s a must, carry a portable charger if you didn’t charge it in the car or before you left the house.

tissues (for sweat, blotches)

♡ outfit essentials

sundresses

mini !! skirts !!

mules

bikini tops as regular tops

gold hoop earrings

silk scarves

flowy bottoms, skirts, dresses

a cute cover up

patterns

mini bag

backless tops

                         beauty

♡ warmer weather calls for natural, glowy looks

the sun is out so it’s only natural for me to want to glow when the sun is hitting my face and body ♡ i love to really highlight my highest points.

applying subtle gold shimmer on your eyelids

lipgloss!

preferably one that is hydrating, slightly pigmented to bring out the colors in your lips & glowy. not sticky. my recommendation is the dior lip glow stick.

highlighter

my favorite is mac’s strobe highlighter in peachlite. it honestly gives my skin such a beautiful and subtle pink glow to my face!! i love applying it before my makeup.

⤷ don’t forget your collarbones and shoulders.

there is nothing else that makes me feel like a radiating goddess walking down the street when i put highlighter on my body.

⤷ also, layering powder products on top of wet/creamy products make them more pigmented! this is why you see some people wet their eyeshadow brushes before dipping them into the product ♡

blushed & flushed or nothing!

who doesn’t love a good blushed face during the summer? just because your blush is visible doesnt mean you’re wearing too much!!!! own it!!

have fun with subtle pops of color 💋

it doesn’t have to be too crazy. keep it simple.

ideas can be:

- two toned eyeshadows

- colorful winged eyeliners

- a bold lip

nails ♡

- fun & bright colors like orange & blue

- if you want to keep it simple: french tips, nudes!

♡ summer scent recommendations

marc jacobs perfect

delina - de marly

le labo thé noir 29

chanel chance

replica beachwalk & bubble bath

tom ford soleil blanc, lost cherry, neroli portofino, bitter peach

good chemistry coco blush

victoria secret bombshell beach

ariana grande - sweet like candy

solinotes cherry blossom

              for the mind & soul

♡ summer reads

nothing better than a good summer read. here are some recommendations!

my year of rest and relaxation - ottessa moshfegh

it happened one summer - tessa bailey

hook, line, and sinker - tessa bailey

beach read by emily henry

people we meet on vacation by emily henry

book lovers by emily henry

one hot italian summer - karina halle

malibu rising - taylor jenkins reid

every summer after by carley fortune

the wedding crasher by mia sosa

twisted series - ana huang (twisted love, twisted games, twisted hate, twisted lies)

birthday girl - penelope douglas

love & gelato - jenna evans welch

one italian summer - rebecca serle

hands down - mariana zapata

better than the movies - lynn painter

- have fun. kisses from blushydior ♡