#actually their bathing suits are their flags

[pzyii]

double date, which ships??? Idk you tell me

[obstinaterixatrix]

I should invite some of my former coworkers to go antiquing with me, I think they’d like it

[gods-favorite-autistic]

I cannot wait until it gets hot and I can go swimming at my dads place and go to the Six Flags water park with my friends

[jungwnies]

f1 grid (2/2) | two string bathing suit

୨ৎ : featuring : kimi antonelli, ollie bearman, yuki tsunoda, isack hadjar, liam lawson, and lance stroll (click here for part one) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : your f1!boyfriend reacting to you showing him two strings as a bathing suit (tiktok trend - click for reference)

୨ৎ : genre : romance comedy ୨ৎ : tws : slightly suggestive ୨ৎ : word count : 1706

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : lance stroll has been officially added as per request >.<

ʚ・kimi antonelli

you peeked around the corner into the hotel room, barely holding in your laughter. kimi was lounging on the bed, headphones on, scrolling his phone with that focused little frown he always wore when he was pretending not to care.

“kimi,” you called sweetly, hiding the tiny bundle of yarn behind your back. “got my race weekend bikini for the yacht. wanna see?”

he looked up instantly. “yeah, sure.”

you stepped out.

and revealed it.

kimi sat up like someone had just smacked him with a steering wheel. his eyes locked on the two limp strings dangling from your hand. there was a long silence. he looked personally attacked.

“…that’s it?”

you nodded, holding it up like a trophy. “cute, right?”

his entire face turned red. “that’s not—where’s the rest of it?!”

“this is it. full coverage.” you twirled it dramatically. “very ‘high fashion.’”

kimi blinked so hard you thought he might pass out. “i can’t handle this.”

you burst out laughing. “so you hate it?”

“i—no! i mean, it’s not like—it’s just—” he ran a hand through his hair, face burning. “that’s barely string! you can’t wear that!”

“but what if i did wear it?”

he stared at you, scandalized. “you’d cause an incident. i’d get black-flagged emotionally.”

you walked closer, waving the bikini in front of him. “so you wouldn’t let me wear it?”

“i’d let you wear it in a locked vault, maybe,” he muttered, grabbing a pillow and burying his face in it.

you flopped beside him on the bed, laughing as he groaned dramatically. “you’re evil.”

“you’re dramatic.”

“i’m right. that’s not a bikini, that’s a cry for help.”

ʚ・ollie bearman

you strutted into the hotel room like you were doing a runway walk, holding a suspiciously small bag in one hand. ollie was mid-bite of a granola bar, half-watching some race replay on the tv.

“babe,” you said sweetly. “i got a new swimsuit for the weekend.”

he looked up with zero hesitation. “show me.”

you reached into the bag and slowly, dramatically, pulled out two strings.

that was it.

just… two strings.

ollie blinked. “ha-ha. okay. where’s the rest of it?”

“this is it.”

his mouth opened. no words came out.

you held it up. “don’t you like it?”

he made a sound somewhere between a choke and a laugh. “i—yeah, of course i do, you look amazing in anything, but babe. babe. i can see my future falling apart.”

you walked closer, biting back a smile. “so you do like it.”

“i like it in the way that i like setting things on fire. fun, but dangerous. for my health.”

he rubbed his hands over his face. “you’re gonna kill me. actually kill me. like, emotionally and legally. i’m gonna go to jail because of that bikini.”

you stepped even closer, brushing the string against his arm. “what if i wore it to the hotel pool?”

he made a noise. loud. “i’m calling security. you need to be escorted back into real clothes.”

you burst out laughing. he looked at you, wide-eyed and flushed, then grinned. “you know what? wear it.”

you blinked. “wait, what?”

he leaned in with a cocky little smirk. “wear it. but only if you let me be your lifeguard.”

you blinked harder. “ollie—”

“you’re gonna need saving,” he winked. “from me.”

ʚ・yuki tsunoda

you stepped into the hotel room like you were about to drop a bomb. yuki was curled up on the couch in a hoodie, munching on chips and half-watching a replay of his onboard camera.

“babe,” you said, holding up a suspiciously flat little package. “new bikini just came in.”

without looking up: “yeah? show me.”

“that’s not a bikini,” he said carefully, like he was speaking to a wild animal. “that’s—no. no. what?”

you held it up. “it’s trendy!”

“it’s thread,” he hissed, standing up like the strings offended him on a spiritual level. “that’s not clothes. that’s… dental floss in distress!”

you fought a grin. “i think it’s cute.”

“you think crime is cute?”

you walked closer, holding it up to your body with a mock pose. “so i can’t wear it to the pool?”

yuki stared at you for three full seconds. “if you wear that to the pool, i will fake an injury to stay in the room and make sure no one else sees you.”

“that’s a little dramatic.”

“you’re dramatic! what happens if it unravels? what happens if there’s a breeze?!”

you giggled, reaching for his hoodie drawstrings and tugging him toward you. “you’re panicking.”

“i’m not panicking,” he said firmly. “i’m just… concerned. deeply. as a boyfriend. and a citizen.”

you tilted your head. “so i can’t wear it?”

he sighed, long and slow, then muttered something under his breath in japanese that definitely included the word “dangerous.”

then he looked up at you with wide, slightly desperate eyes. “you can wear it. inside. with the curtains closed. while i hold the emergency blanket just in case.”

you grinned. “so you do like it.”

“i never said that,” he huffed, pulling you into his hoodie-covered arms. “i said i need time to emotionally recover.”

ʚ・isack hadjar

you barely got two steps into the hotel room before isack glanced up from his phone.

“what’s that look?” he asked suspiciously, eyes narrowing.

“i got a new bikini,” you said innocently, holding up a little mesh bag.

he scoffed, lounging back on the bed. “are you going to show me something i haven’t seen?”

you pulled it out.

two strings. two. one knot. a whisper of fabric. that’s it.

there was silence.

then:

“mon dieu.” he shot upright like he’d been electrocuted.

you tried to stifle your laugh. “it’s couture!”

“that’s not couture, that’s catastrophe.” he was already pacing. “who sold you this? who approved this?! was it made by… criminals?”

he grabbed a pillow and threw it onto the bed dramatically. “you want to wear this? in public?!”

you shrugged. “maybe.”

he clutched his chest like you had physically wounded him. “do you hate me? is this a test? is this revenge for that time i forgot your fries?”

you walked toward him, bikini still dangling from your fingers. “so… you don’t want me to wear it?”

he blinked. hesitated. swallowed.

“okay,” he said, exhaling. “you can wear it. but only if i walk ten feet behind you with a stick to chase away the men.”

“romantic,” you teased.

“i will fight for your honor.”

you leaned in, brushing a kiss to his cheek. “you’re such a drama queen.”

he glared at the swimsuit one more time, muttering in rapid french about “scandals” and “yarn” and “the end of society.”

then: “…but you would look hot in it. i’m not blind.”

ʚ・liam lawson

“what’s going on,” he asked immediately. “you’re doing that face. the chaos face.”

“i bought a new bikini,” you said sweetly, holding up a very small, very questionable package.

he raised an eyebrow. “why does it look like you bought it from a fishing supplies store?”

you opened it.

and dropped the strings onto the bed.

liam stared at the two strands of fabric like they had personally betrayed him. then looked at you. then back at them.

“…cool,” he said finally. “so you’ve given up on fabric entirely. that’s where we are.”

you smirked. “it’s fashion.”

“it’s fabricophobia.”

“minimalist.”

“no, missing.”

you picked it up, twirled it around your finger. “so i can’t wear it on the yacht?”

he squinted. “you could. you might also get arrested. or knighted. i’m not really sure how monaco works anymore.”

you walked closer, holding it up to your body like it was an award. “you don’t think i’d look good?”

“oh no, you’d look phenomenal. that’s the problem.” he crossed his arms, leaning against the wall like he was considering relocating to another dimension. “if you wear that, i’m gonna have to fight like four yacht guys named jean-luc.”

you laughed, and he tilted his head, smiling.

“you’re a menace,” he said fondly. “but like… a hot one.”

“so you’re letting me wear it?”

“yeah. just tell me when and where so i can book a one-way flight off this planet.”

you stepped closer. “aw, are you jealous?”

he raised a brow. “i’m prepared. there’s a difference.”

you grinned. “i’ll take that as a yes.”

“cool. can’t wait to explain to security why i’m tackling people at the hotel pool.”

ʚ・lance stroll

you walked into the villa with a sleek little shopping bag in hand and a suspicious sparkle in your eye. lance was lounging on the sofa, drink in hand, sunglasses still on indoors like the heir to a fashion dynasty.

“i got something for the yacht,” you said sweetly.

he didn’t even look up. “is it another bathing suit? you have like thirty.”

“yep. except this one is perfect, i do wish it was smaller though.”

“nice. lemme see.”

you pulled it out.

he did a double take so fast his sunglasses nearly flew off.

“…you want this…smaller?” he sat up slowly. “no, seriously. where’s the rest of it?”

you held up the two strings like they were trophies. “trendy, right?”

“that looks like something my grandma’s cat coughed up.”

you grinned. “but imagine me wearing it. on the yacht.”

“i am imagining it. that’s the problem.” he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the “swimsuit” like it owed him money. “there’s gonna be fifty people on that boat. i’ll have to throw them all off.”

“you’re being dramatic.”

“i’m being realistic.”

you giggled, walking over to stand between his knees. “so you’re saying no?”

lance stared at you for a long moment. then he nodded.

“alright,” he said, completely serious. “we’re going to mars.”

you blinked. “what.”

“you wanna wear that? fine. i’ll buy us a spaceship.”

you burst out laughing, but he was still just looking up at you, shaking his head like you’d genuinely broken something in him.

“you’re out here in two pieces of string and a prayer, and i’m supposed to cope?”

“so… you do think i look hot.”

“oh, absolutely,” he said, pulling you into his lap with a sigh. “but i’m rich enough to not share. so start packing. spacesuits only.”

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[jmstoesblog]

— Date night gone wrong

Pairing: Yan!bf!JK x fem!reader

Summary: breaking up with your scary and crazy boyfriend goes the wrong way.

Word count: 1,2k+ (1,262)

Warnings: manhandling, toxic jk, he’s a HUGE red flag 🚩, spanking, he’s controlling and possessive,

Release: 12.12.24

Note: excuse the spelling and grammar mistakes 🫶🏽

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You loved your boyfriend— no doubt, but sometimes….. he scares you.

Like right now, he’s glaring at the poor waiter. The waiter accidentally touched your hand while placing down your dish.

“This fucker.” Jungkook mutters, so you don’t hear him. His expression quickly changes when you look at him, “did you say something?” You ask, you heard some mumbling.

Jungkook sweetly smiles, “I said, you look beautiful.”

You smile back, “thank you. You look handsome as well.” You complement him back.

You’re not lying though. He is wearing a black suit, his hair is parted in the middle and is giving a ‘wet look’

(190811 Jungkook 🙏🏽)

You on the other hand are wearing a dark red dress that reaches just below your knees. You are wearing the necklace Jungkook gifted you last year on your anniversary and the promise ring (which you actually always wear) and the diamond earrings which Jungkook also gifted you. In the same shade as your dress, you’re wearing matching heels.

Jungkook is also wearing jewelry gifted by you. The bracelet you handmade for him, since the day you gifted it to him, he hasn’t taken it off. Except when he is showering or bathing, “I don’t want to get it wet. The pearls could loose their color.”

Then he is wearing a ring which has your name engraved on it. And a Rolex which he bought himself.

But no matter how handsome he is, you can’t look past his possessive nature. He gets jealous really easily, you always thought it’s cute, but now after sometime, it’s getting annoying. He’s too much. He would always make you forget by fucking you.

So you want to end your suffering.

You’re going to break up with him.

You figured it would be better to do it in a public place rather than home.

“Jungkook…..” you begin, immediately he puts his attention on you, “yes?” His eyes are shimmering, you gulp, “there’s something I want to tell you….”

Jungkook furrows his brows. Why are you so nervous?

“Sure, you can tell me anything, baby. You know that.”

You take a deep breath, reconsidering your decision.

“Iwanttobreakupwithyou.”

Jungkook raises his brows, maybe he heard you wrong? There’s no way you want to break up with him. Why would you? You love him.

“What did you say? Mind repeating that again.”

You hate it whenever he talks like that. Voice stern like he is about to punish you.

“I want to break up wi—“

“What!?” He snaps harshly, you gulp, sweat building up on your forehead. There’s pin drop silence, the voices of the people talking fading out.

“Why?” He lowly asks you with a deadly glare. Before you can answer he starts asking more questions, “Are you not happy with me? Do you not love me? Baby you promised to never leave me. You’re not going to break your promise, are you?”

Silence falls upon the both of you as you refuse to answer any of his questions. You indeed are happy with him, sometimes. You love him but you are doing no good to him. You’re not good for him. He is destroying himself.

“Alright,” he begins, “we are going to go home now, you are going to think about that again and when you thoroughly thought about this then we’re going to talk again.”

He gets up and leaves without waiting for you. Jungkook knows you won’t escape, he knows. Taking deep slow breaths you get up, walking towards the parking lot. After spotting Jungkook’s Mercedes, you walk towards it with wobbly legs. You feel like passing out, you want to let out all the screams and sob your heart out but you refrain yourself from doing that. You don’t want to make a scene and make him even more mad.

He is already in the car, waiting for you. He is not holding the passenger door open for you like usually. That’s when you know he’s really angry. Opening the door you slide in, once you wear the seatbelt he drives off.

The whole fifteen minute ride home is filled with silence and his heavy breathing. Not once does he look at you but you do steal some glaces at him. Hand gripping the steering wheel tightly, jaw clenched, tongue poking his inner cheek…….. you’re done.

It’s not like you’re not happy with him. He does make you happy but sometimes he’s too much. Too possessive. Too controlling.

You once suggested a little break and he completely freaked out. He punished you, hard.

You flinch when you hear the door slam shut, you sigh looking outside the window. You close your eyes and take a deep breath before getting out of the car and walking towards the front door.

The door is already open, a small gap. You take off your shoes, wearing your slippers and walk to the bedroom.

You don’t see or hear Jungkook anywhere which puts you on the edge and makes you sweat nervously.

How are on going to face him now? You’re too scared to look him in the eyes. What should you do? Knowing him he’ll probably lash out on you.

“Have you thought about your decision?” His voice breaks the silence.

You slowly look up at him, he is still wearing the suit and his hair is still wavy. His eyes are piercing through your skull, you feel like crying.

“I asked you something, didn’t I?” He harshly speaks.

You sigh, nodding, “yes, Jungkook.”

“Panties off.” He commands you. You instantly remove them and sit properly on the bed.

Jungkook scoffs and sits on the bed, picking you up and placing you harshly on his lap. He rolls up your dress and delivers a hard slap on your ass.

You wince and bite your lip in pain, “what did you say at the restaurant earlier?” He asks, when you don’t answer he slap your ass cheek again, “you answer when I ask you something!” He yells at you, “mhm, what did you say at our date?”

The way he said those last two words have you breathing heavily. You flinch when he starts rubbing your bare folds, “not answering?” He says with a tint of anger.

He hates being ignored. You of all people should know. You should also know to not leave him. You disappointed him, deeply. He excepted better from you. Looks like he needs to tech you a lesson. A punishment.

“I… I wanted to br- break up with yo-u.” Your voice cracks.

Tears start forming but don’t fall.

“Mhm,” he hums, holding your throat in a deadly grip, “you did say that. Why? Are you not happy with me? You don’t love me as much as I do?”

Again you refuse to answer any of his questions causing him to take a deep breath and slap your bare folds.

Tears spring free at the burning sensation, ruining your make up.

He rolls the dress down and makes you sit on his thigh, your back is pressed against his front. You hear his breathing very clear, his mouth is next to your left ear. His arm wrapped around your waist.

You wince when you come in contact with your dress, the texture making you arch your back for a second.

“I will fuck the thought of you leaving me out of you until you understand that you’re never going to leave me, breaking up with me isn’t an option. Once you start behaving like the good girl you are, I won’t be mad anymore. Understood?”

You hesitantly nod, “understood.”

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[ythankucaptainmccoy]

The Cowgirl and The Aviator Ch.2

Hope you all enjoy this next chapter. Third chapter will be out as soon as possible. This may be a slow burn fic it may not be I haven't decided yet (INSERT EVIL LAUGH HERE).

Jake couldn’t stop thinking about you even after a great night's sleep. He had even turned down the hot woman who asked to show him a good time last night at the bar. Here he stood at his kitchen counter waiting for his coffee to be finished when there was a knock at his door. He walked over trying to think who could be knocking on his apartment door this early. What he isn’t expecting is for you to be standing there in basketball shorts and a baggy band shirt. “(Y/N)?”he asks, confused. 

Then it hits him like a train. Rooster is his neighbor and you had said you were staying with him. You stood there frozen looking at his shirtless body and his shorts that were way too low to be considered decent, but you weren’t complaining. He chuckled, bringing you out of your thoughts to realize you were totally eyefucking him. “I swear I had no clue you were Bradleys neighbor, but I was wondering if I could borrow some eggs. I went to make breakfast, but he’s out of eggs”, you say. 

“Yeah come on in”, he says, turning towards the kitchen. His apartment has the same layout just backwards to Bradleys and a huge window that looks out over the beach. You watch his muscles ripple as he reaches in his fridge for the eggs. You're caught watching again when he turns toward you with the container. “Here you can take them. I have to go shopping today after work anyway”. 

“Um, thanks I swear I’ll pay you back”, you tell him. “It’s alright don’t worry about it there are only four eggs left anyway”, he responds. His smile is so genuine you can’t help but smile back at him. “Thanks”, you say as he walks you back to his front door. “Don’t hesitate to knock on my door if you ever need anything”, he says as you wave walking back to Roosters apartment.

He replays the events that had just happened, and how amazing you looked even in your sleep clothes. He imagined you standing at the stove cooking breakfast as you listened to soft music. He shook his head as he realized he has been thinking about you since last night at the bar. He needed to get his head straight as he would be training with Maverick and Rooster today. 

You had just made it back to Bradleys apartment as you heard the shower down the small hall running. You quickly cooked breakfast and had everything set when Bradley came into the kitchen. “You made breakfast?”, he questioned. “Yeah I figured it was the least I could do since you're letting me stay here”, you replied. “Well I’ll take it. Hey I have training today, but the beach is private up until the flags down at each end of the complex if you want to swim”, he explained.

“I was actually thinking about searching for a job”, you replied. “You know you don’t have to search right away”, he responds. “It’s alright besides it would be wrong of me not to help pay rent”, you state. Bradley watches you carefully as he decides on his next words. “Alright but make sure you take a job you like and that pays you. No low cut rate because I know how hard you work”, he said.

You nod along as he shovels food into his mouth saying something about how good it is. Once he finishes eating he says goodbye and heads out. You go take a quick shower and get ready to go job hunting. All day is spent trying to find a job, but none of them pan out or pay enough. By the time you get back to the apartment you decide to go for a swim in the ocean. You quickly get into your one piece bathing suit and head for the beach. 

You're so upset that by the time you reach the beach the waves are calming. You make your way and lay out a small beach chair and head towards the water. You go out and swim until you start getting pruney so you head towards the sand. Flopping down into the beach chair you lay out in the sun to tan. Your phone alerts that you had a message from Rooster asking how the job search went. 

You quickly typed a reply that you didn’t want to talk about it and that's when another text came through asking about the Hard Deck. Replying with “sure” you got up and made your way to the apartment with your towel and chair. As you headed up the stairs you dropped the chair as it clattered down the stairs. You turned to go get it when you heard someone call out that they would get it. 

It was Jake and butter you up and call you a biscuit. He was in his khaki uniform that fit him so well and when his biceps flexed to pick up the chair you swear you felt heat lick up your spine. “Thank you”, you finally respond. “You are very welcome”, he replied cockily. “I’m guessing training went well”, you said. “Of course it did”, he replied. “If you call Mav shooting you down each time then yeah it went perfect”, Bradley grouched coming from the apartment parking lot.

“Hey I saved your ass a couple times”, Jake huffed. “Look guys, no fighting alright. It sounds like we all had a shitty day and could use a break at the Hard Deck”, you interjected. “Sounds like a plan”, Jake said as he took in your bathing suit. Rooster knew Jake was undressing you with his eyes as you turned to walk towards his apartment. “Look man don’t even think about it”, Rooster hissed. Jake just smirked and handed Rooster the chair you had dropped.

You made it into the apartment and straight to the shower where you quickly got ready. This time pulling on your jeans and shirt walking towards the parking lot to wait on Bradley who was taking his sweet time. “You want a ride?” Jake asks, walking towards his truck. You looked at the apartment then back at Jake. He technically wasn’t a stranger and Bradley was still in the shower. “Yeah sure”, you reply. 

You quickly shot a text to Bradley that you were riding to the Hard Deck with Jake and you would see him there. When you got in the truck you noticed two things. The cowboy hat sitting in the back seat and the cowboy boots on the back floorboard. “Well definitely a cowboy”, you replied. “Well I am from Texas”, he laughed. He turned the truck on and turned the radio on to a country radio station. You sang along as you both made your way to the Hard Deck and Jake swore you were making it harder not to ask you out on a date. 

When you both arrived he held the door open for you as you made your way over to the others around the pool table. Nat looked at you then raised an eyebrow when she noticed you came with Hangman. “So where’s Rooster?”, she questions. “He was taking too long to get ready and Jake asked if I wanted a ride”, you explained. “Well that was very nice of him”, she tells you. You agreed as you went to the bar to grab a drink. 

Penny was surprised when you asked what the strongest drink she had was. “What happened today that made you want something that strong?”, she asked. “I went job hunting and it was a bust”, you informed her. “Well I know that there is a position here at the bar for waitressing”, she said. That being said you agreed and she took you back for you to fill out all the forms. Once all the terms were agreed upon she said she would text you your schedule and to enjoy the rest of your week.

You almost skipped to the pool table smiling happily, noticing Rooster had made it to the bar. “You seem happy. What happened? Get a guy's number?”, Nat asked. That sent Jake snapping to attention to look at you as Coyote looked between you and Jake when realization dawned on him. “Holy shit your crushin’ on Rooster’s friend”, Coyote says. Jake rolls his eyes and denies it as he continues to wait for your answer. 

“No, I got a job here as a waitress”, you gushed. Nat was happy for you as Jake relaxed and Coyote started laughing. “What's so funny?”, Rooster asked. “Oh nothing, just thinking about something that happened earlier”, Coyote responded. Jake was watching as you were now smiling and sipping your drink. When you smiled at him he couldn’t help it and smiled right back. “Oh man you got it so bad”, Coyote whispered. 

“No you're just seeing what you want to see”, Jake responded. You made your way over to the jukebox and looked through seeing the song you were looking for and pressed the numbers. “American Pie” by Don McLean played through the speakers as you sang walking back to the pool table. As the chorus hit Nat and some of the others sang along with you. Jake was watching as the squad accepted you so quickly. 

The rest of the night went great as you played a couple rounds of pool with the guys. Nat teamed up with you a couple times where you ended up beating the guys who took it with a grain of salt. When you all decided to leave you went to Bradleys bronco. “You don’t want to get a ride with Hangman?”, he asked haughtily. “I wouldn’t have gone with him if you had hurried up”, you replied angrily. 

The ride back was tense but you had to know. “Why do you hate him so much?”, you asked. “I don’t hate him, it's just that he sleeps around a lot. I don’t want you getting too close with him. We call him bagman because he always leaves us out to dry. I haven’t ever seen him have a steady relationship. He isn’t the type you take home to meet your parents”, he tells you. “I get what you’re trying to say but I can handle myself”, you reply. 

When Bradley parked the car you made your way to the apartment letting yourself in,and made your way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. “Look I’m sorry for being an ass”, Bradley stated. “I accept your apology, but I am my own person. If I make mistakes they are mine to make”, you say. He nods as you get ready for bed. Once your head hits the pillow you realize that while you were out today job searching you were going to get eggs to repay Jake. Oh well it was going to have to wait until you could get them another time.

The next morning before the sun rises you wake up in a cold sweat as you try to relax. The nightmare had felt so real, but you were miles away from home. Checking the clock you get up and put a bra on and another shirt keeping your baggy shorts on. You make your way down to the beach and walk to the edge of the water letting it lap over your feet. The water is cool and refreshing as you relax even more.

The sun starts to peek up on the horizon painting the sky such beautiful colors. That's when you spot Jake, shirtless, making his way down to the beach. He doesn’t seem to notice you as he scrolls on his ipod then starts bobbing his head to the beat coming through his earbuds. He takes off down the beach at a jog and you watch him go until you become unbalanced from your feet sinking into the sand. 

You walk a little more into the water up to mid shin letting the sounds of the ocean soothe your frayed nerves even more. You walk through the water along the beach and you don’t know how much time has passed, but you can see Jake making his way back to where he started. You caught yourself staring and you weren’t watching the water when pain wrapped itself around your ankle. You cry out in pain and kick as you realize a jellyfish has gotten wrapped around your leg.

Your thrashing must have caught Jake’s attention because as you get out of the water he is making his way to you.  “What’s going on?”, he asked. “I got stung by a jellyfish”, you inform. “Here let me help”, he says, kneeling down. He then proceeds to pick you up bridal style and walks towards the apartments. “I think I can walk”, you huff. “Best not to aggravate the site of the sting”, he says. 

He carries you as if you weigh nothing even as he climbs the stairs. He lets you open Roosters apartment then takes you straight to the bathroom. He sits you down on the counter and asks if you have any tweezers. You told him where to find them and then he helped get the remaining tentacles off and threw them away. Then he picked you up again and sat you on the side of the tub. “Now we get some hot water running to help take away the sting”, he explains as he turns on the tap.

You put your leg under the water and true to his words the sting alleviated until it was completely gone. “Thank you”, you say. “You’re welcome”, he replies with a wide smile. “So what were you doing out there so early?”, he questions. “Bad dream decided the ocean would help me relax, but seems to have only made it worse”, you laughed. He laughed with you and you had to admit his smile was so contagious.

“Now for the last part some hydrocortisone cream”, he states. He rummages around for a few minutes until he finds the cream. He bends back down patting his thigh for you to put your foot there. He applies the cream when you hear Bradley ask, “What the hells going on here”. “I got stung by a jellyfish and Jake was helping me”, you explain. He doesn’t seem to buy it until you show him the area that you got stung. Bradley shook his head then walked to the kitchen. “How about I take you out for lunch?”, Jake suddenly asked.

“I don’t know”, you said, looking back towards the door. “Just lunch, it's not a date or anything”, he explains. “Alright fine what do you have in mind?”, you ask. “There’s this place on the beach that has great burgers. I’ll drive and pick you up in an hour”, he tells you. Once you agree he sees himself out as Bradley stands in the kitchen. When you turn to him he just shakes his head and starts making a sandwich. 

You get dressed in some jeans and a tank top since the weather was calling for a warm day. You're pulling on your boots when there’s a knock on the door and no surprise Jake is on the other side. He’s in jeans, white shirt and the cowboy boots and cowboy hat you had seen in his truck. He looks like a cowgirls wet dream and you mentally kick yourself for agreeing to going to lunch. 

He opens the door to his truck and you get in smiling when he closes the door for you. The way that you have heard some of the Daggers talk about him and Rooster, this doesn’t seem like the Hangman you were told about. “Thanks for helping me with the jellyfish sting. How did you know what to do?”, you inquired. “You're welcome. I got stung a couple days after being stationed here, and an elderly woman in the apartment across the way told me what to do”, he explained.

“Well thank goodness she told you the jellyfish sting treatment secret”, you said. “Treatment secret?”, he chuckled. “Don’t make fun of me”, you joked. After a fifteen minute drive he was pulling into a parking space. It wasn’t very large, but it was very busy as Jake waved to the owner. “This is the best spot in the house”, he tells you. He pulls out a chair for you as you thank him. “It’s very cozy”, you say. 

A woman comes over to take your drink orders and from the look on her face she doesn’t seem happy to see you. “Can I take your drink order?”, she asks, more to Jake than to you. You both order sweet tea and look at the menu. “The BBQ burger is the best burger they have here”, he told you. “I’ll take your word for it”, you say. The waitress comes back with the teas and places them on the table. “Are you ready to order?”, she questions. “I know what I want”, you tell Jake and he agrees ordering the BBQ burger. 

“And what will you be having?”, she sighs. “I’ll have the same”, you reply, trying to be polite even though this woman has been nothing but rude since she asked your drink order. She walks off to put your orders in as Jake takes a sip of tea. “How did you find this place?”, you questioned. “Had a day to burn after training one day and I was driving around when I saw it. Decided to try it and been coming here ever since”, he explains. 

“I heard that Penny gave you a waitressing job at the Hard Deck”, he says. “Yeah I was hoping for a farm job, but they didn’t want to pay very well and the Hard Deck is closer to the apartment”, you explained. “Well at least I’ll be able to see you more often”, he smiles. “Yeah I bet you get tired of me within a week”, you joke. “Nah, don't think that’ll happen”, he replies. You feel your face heat up at his words.

You both continue your conversation until your food arrives. When you bite into the burger you moan at how good it tastes. Jake is shifting in his seat slightly as you tell him he was right about how good the burger was. He would never admit it and even though he hasn’t known you that long he enjoys watching you try new things. The way your face lights up with that crooked little grin and how your eyes twinkle. 

The waitress comes by with the checks and puts them down on the table. You go to grab your receipt when Jake's hand shoots out and snags it. “The check wasn’t supposed to be separate”, Jake said to the waitress. “Well it is today”, she huffs. “What's your problem”, you say before you can stop yourself. “Excuse me?”, she asks. “Ever since you came to take our drink orders you have been rude. You act like I don’t even exist at this table and you didn’t even come to ask if it was one check or two”, you explain.

Jake seemed to be getting uncomfortable as you explained. She turned to Jake, “You never paid for my food when you took me out”. Now it all made sense as the dots connected. “We only went out that one time and I told you it wasn’t going to work out”, Jake said. “Whatever, I'll put it on one check so you can pay for your whore”, she snapped. Jake looked mortified as she turned and walked away with the checks. 

“I’m so sorry if I knew she was here I wouldn’t have brought you here. She got upset when I wouldn’t sleep with her after our date. I know you probably don’t trust a word I’m saying, but I really am sorry”, he explained. You didn’t say a word as the waitress brought the check back as Jake seemed to be deflating the longer the waitress stood there waiting for the money. She took the money and stormed off as you reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “I believe you”, you told him.

When the waitress came back you looked her straight in the eye. “You know you call me a whore, but when you get upset that a man won’t sleep with ya on a first date that is a whore move. It’s probably a good thing he didn’t sleep with ya because I’m sure you probably would have given him some disease. You’re the type of girl that gives other women a bad name and yes I called you a girl because you obviously aren’t mature enough to be a woman. Stay away from Jake”, you tell her.

Jake’s jaw dropped a little at your words and when the waitress fled with tears in her eyes he couldn’t help but smile at you. “What?”, you asked. “That is the first time I have ever had a woman stand up for me like that”, he says. It breaks your heart a little to hear that, but you grab Jake's hand and walk back to the truck. When you arrive back at the apartments he walks you to the door as you thank him for lunch. “Maybe next time I can take you somewhere for lunch”, you tell him. 

“I might be available for something like that”, he replies. Once he says goodbye you go sit on the couch when two texts come in. One from Penny saying you can start Monday and another from an unknown number. The text from the unknown number just has a picture. When you open it, it's a picture of your brother's house with his kids playing out in the front yard and the caption on it reads ‘YOU MAY BE SAFE BUT THE REST OF YOUR FAMILY ISN’T’.

[blackberryshortcake]

"A Quest?"

Chapter 3: 'Demi-god vs. Demon?'

Sebastian Michaelis x Femreader <3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Synopsis: The gods are silent, the air is thick, and the tensions have boiled over. Whatever shall this lost God-kin do.

Warnings: This fic will contain mature content such as foul language, alcohol consumption, smoking, general inappropriate behavior (MDNI 18+), mentions of blood, weapons, and death

If you are sensitive to any of the above warnings pass this one up.

A routine had formed over the course of the six days she’d been stuck here: wake up, let the dog out of the room, and wallow—daring to offer small offerings to the gods in hopes of some sort of sign. Then, wallow a bit more. And back to bed.

The only interaction she’d had all week was when Sebastian knocked on the door to deliver breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Though the food wasn’t what she was used to, it wasn’t horrible. Actually made good offerings. There had been a moment that first morning when he brought her tea—Sebastian had looked like he’d grown a second head from the way she stared at him as he introduced the blend and where it was imported from. From then on, he brought her coffee. Not without a snide comment about Americans and their obsession with it.

She had prayed to just about anyone she could think of at this point. Small scraps of burnt food lay in the hearth.

A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. It was only 10 a.m.—breakfast had already been delivered. Why was someone knocking now?

A second knock, followed by a voice:

“Miss (Y/N)?”

It was unfamiliar—high-pitched, clearly belonging to a woman.

“Mr. Sebastian said not to bother you, but the other servants and I can’t help but feel that cooping yourself up all day isn’t good for you… may I come in?”

By this point, she had pinpointed the voice—it had to belong to the only other woman in the manor: Mey-Rin. She’d seen her outside playing with Ody and the other servant, Finny.

“You can come in,” she called.

The door handle clicked softly, slowly revealing the woman on the other side. Her eyes were glued to the ground, or at least that’s how it looked behind the large lenses she wore. Although the young demigod had bathed regularly since arriving—one of the few guests with an en-suite bathroom—she looked like hell. Disheveled, unkempt hair, wrinkled clothes, now rotated to the ones shoved at the bottom of her backpack, as Sebastian had taken the outfit she arrived in to be cleaned.

“Finny and I thought you might like to come out and enjoy the garden. I think Ody’s worried about ya,” Mey-Rin said, her accent thick, almost hard to understand. She spoke like someone who knew Sebastian would reprimand her just for speaking to their guest.

Pondering the invite, the demigod agreed.

I wonder if the demon told them to stay away from me. Joke’s on him, I guess.

“Huh. Yeah, you know what? I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

It’d be good to get some fresh air.

She missed home. Not the cabin inherited from her great-aunt, but home. Camp Half-Blood. Where she grew up. The soft grass on the hill, the breeze that smelled of wildflowers, the cool lake waters. The battle cries of children locked in an almost-too-intense game of Capture the Flag.

“Oh really? I’m so relieved!” the maid beamed with excitement before dashing out of the room—probably to wait in the garden with Finny.

The girl sighed for probably the millionth time that week. Along with the strange time jump, it wasn’t the dead of January winter here—it was early summer in England. And though it wasn’t hot, it was comfortably warm. In the bottom of her bag, along with the extra clothes, was a pair of biking shorts and a halter top tank she reserved for especially hot days. She’d neglected to wear them so far, worried about some Victorian-era slut-shaming. But with only her, Ciel, Sebastian, and the servants present today…

Screw it.

The outfit showed a lot—not by modern standards, but certainly by Victorian ones. She wasn’t dainty by any means. Toned muscle, a soft yet firm midriff. She looked like she was well-fed and could kick your ass. By Spartan standards, maybe even ideal.

Ascending the stairs to the estate’s back garden, she spotted Finny digging in the dirt, Mey-Rin hovering over his shoulder, and Odysseus nearby chewing a large stick.

“Ody?” she called.

The dog perked up and bounded toward her, stick still in his jaws.

“So this is where you disappear all day, huh?” she said, showering him in affection. The warm summer air wasn’t as nice as Pennsylvania or New York—where the heat was humid and cicadas cried into the air—but it was still pleasant.

Ody dropped the stick at her feet, clearly eager. She picked it up and launched it as hard as she could. Any harder and it might’ve disappeared into the tree line. As the dog bounded after it, she approached the two servants.

“We haven’t officially met yet. I’m (Y/N).”

She held out a hand to Mey-Rin, who shook it with so much excitement she looked about ready to burst. If she hadn’t been looking directly at her, she might’ve missed the blush creeping up her cheeks.

The maid motioned to the boy. “Yes, I’m Mey-Rin, the maid, and this is Finnian—the gardener.”

Finnian stood, wiping the dirt off his gloves. He gave a small wave, rubbing the back of his neck and blushing.

Mey-Rin spoke again. “If you don’t mind me askin’, Miss… where exactly are you from? I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone dress like that before.”

(Y/N) shifted uncomfortably. “Well, that doesn’t really matter since I’m here now. What I would like to know is where you guys are from. I mean, it’s not like you just responded to an ad, right?”

Nice save.

Finnian was the first to answer. “Well, you see, the young master and Mr. Sebastian found us. They saved us—gave us a job and a home.”

His voice was matter of fact, like he was trying to convince himself more than her.

They must be more useful to him than I am.

She’d met people like Ciel before—keeping folks around only if they were useful.

“Oh, I see. Never pegged them as the type to be kind.”

“Well, Sebastian can be stern sometimes, but only because he cares… I suppose.” She turned to Mey-Rin. The maid was easy to read. The blush on her face and the way she stared at her feet made it obvious—she had a thing for the demon.

I wonder if they know.

Ody trotted back, stick in tow.

“Good job, boy. Again?” She threw it once more.

“You’ve got a wicked arm, eh?” Finnian said.

“You think that’s good? I’ll have to show you how far I throw a discus.”

Suddenly, the two servants tensed, staring past her shoulder.

Less than a hundred yards away was Sebastian. She could feel the malice leaking from the nonexistent pores on his porcelain face.

He strode over, carrying himself with that irksome air of confidence. The kind that screamed I’m smarter than everyone else here.

She wanted to knock him off that damn high horse.

“Mey-Rin, can you tell me why you’re out here playing in the dirt instead of finishing the laundry?”

“Yes, right away, Mr. Sebastian.”

The once-bubbly woman she had been speaking to now a lowly servant again, scurrying back inside.

“And you—what are you doing out here distracting the staff?”

“Playing with Ody,” she said, bending to pet the dog, who was panting hard from the heat. she had barely noticed him return to her side.

Sneaky bastard, she thought.

“Ah, yes. The mutt. Finnian tells me he’s been doing well keeping pests out of the garden.”

“Yes, he has, Mr. Sebastian!” Finnian added. “Just yesterday he caught four mice eating all the flowers.”

She turned to Ody. “Did you now?” The dog was soaking up the attention he had garnered the past week.

“Finnian, back to work. (Y/N), follow me.”

“Where are we going?”

“To the kitchen. To get water for the mutt.”

She followed, Ody at her heels.

“He’s not a mutt, you know. He’s smart—he understands what you’re saying.”

“Does he?”

“Yup. Odysseus, bark if you think Sebastian is a tightwad.”

The dog barked almost instantly.

Sebastian was not amused.

“See? He knows.”

“I see,” he replied coldly.

The kitchen was rustic, clearly commercial meant for big events. Sebastian grabbed a metal dog bowl and filled it with water before placing it down for Ody, who lapped it up like no tomorrow.

Sebastian removed his tailcoat, folding it meticulously and placed it on the back of a chair. She watched as he began chopping vegetables.

She could almost see why Mey-Rin acted the way she did around him. He was attractive—if you ignored that weird backward mullet: long in front, short in back.

“You’re staring.”

“Yeah, I guess I am. I mean, how can a demon be so scrawny under that coat?”

“Pardon me? You hardly leave your quarters, and now you come into my kitchen and insult me?”

Oh, it’s on.

“Well, I assumed you were strong. But you’ve got no meat on your bones. I bet I could see your ribs.” She slid past him to lean on the counter, poking him as she passed.

“I mean, look at this.” She flexed her bicep, muscles tight. “But I guess it’s all part of your weird femboy, ‘I can’t hurt a fly but I’m damn good at my job’ persona.”

“Shall I prove my strength to you?”

A challenge?

“You wanna arm wrestle? Winner gets bragging rights.”

He set the knife down, sliding off his glove with care. A centuries-old demon, about to arm wrestle a 21-year-old demigod, it was almost laughable.

She took a seat at the table. Ody observed quietly nearby.

She planted her elbow on the wooden table, flexing again. he took a seat across from her. his hand slide into hers. his skin was cold and soft as opposed to her warm slightly rough hands from years of wear and tear.

“A little emo, if you ask me,” she taunted, eyeing his black nails and the tattoo on his hand.

Their eyes locked.

“One.” He flexed a bit.

“Two.” His eyes turned a shade of crimson, pupils to slits barely visible.

This was it: Demigod vs. Demon—get your tickets now!

“Three.”

The struggle began.

He was stronger than he looked. But so was she. he only broke the deadlock for a second. her hand slowly lowering to the table.

Fuck it.

Her eyes glowed lavender, two could play at this game. For a spilt second Sebastain swore she had two curling sheep's horns on her head. A wave of nausea struck him—images of gods and monsters flooding his mind.

Suddenly, her hand slammed his to the table with such force it cracked the wood.

She sat back, smirking.

Sebastian’s mind reeled, still slightly nauseous with intoxication. He lashed out, grabbing her throat, her skin was on fire from the contact.

“What was that?” he growled, voice almost inhuman. See Sebatian had never been drunk before but he sure as hell knew that not what it was supposed to feel like.

“Magic,” she choked out. grabbing at his wrist.

He released her, turning away, running a hand through his hair.

She rubbed her neck, skin burning.

“No need to be a sore loser.”

“You're no mere demigod, are you?”

She scoffed. “Not that you’d know. I’m not really a true demigod, I guess. My mom was a nymph, my dad’s a god. I wasn’t supposed to exist. I killed my mom when I was born.”

“Am I supposed to pity you?”

“No. I don’t think someone like you could even feel pity.”

“Someone like me?” he snapped. “You wouldn’t know the first thing about understanding my kind.”

That pissed her off. She stood, furious.

“You’re just like any other monster—waiting for your next fix. You trample over anyone to get it. I've met plenty like you, don’t think you’re special.”

He was seething, she was practically in face now mere inches away, his false breath fanning over her face. He was pissed but somehow his senses were once again flooded by that ethereal smell she carried about her. She is truly immortal which means she carries no true soul within her. She’s a meal he could never eat. A fix he could never get, and it infuriated him. How cruel it is, a world in which a perfect meal falls into his lap but one he could never get, it’s almost laughable.

The tension shattered when the kitchen door opened. A disheveled chef stood there, cigarette dangling from his mouth.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“No!” she shouted. “Ody, let’s go.”

The dog followed her, loyal as ever.

“I mean, what is his damage? ‘Ooh, I’m a demon, I’m all high and mighty.’ Yeah, yeah, we get it, Sebastian. Whatever,” she muttered, storming off down the hall with Ody at her heels.

The dog tilted his head, confused. As far as he was concerned, Sebastian smelled like home and had fed and watered him their entire stay. He had no problems with the demon.

She sighed, looking down at the dog as they reached her room.

“You never take my side.”

........

The sun had long since set. It was 4 a.m., and the manor was still and silent, its residents tucked away in their beds—except her.

The cool summer air hit her face as she sprinted lap after lap around the estate. Her legs ached, her throat raw from gasping for air. Ody ran beside her, unfazed. He wasn’t a normal dog, after all.

She couldn’t sleep. Not after that showdown in the kitchen.

Sebastian wasn’t a monster—at least not in the traditional sense. Monsters acted on instinct. Furies, cyclopes, hydras—they didn’t pretend to be human. But Sebastian? He was different. He didn’t just play house. He was good at it. Too good.

And when he lost?

That mask cracked.

He’d looked… afraid. Or confused. Maybe both.

Was he scared that she was stronger than him? She’d had no reason to hurt him. She welcomed them into her world of monsters and quests. And it felt, for a moment, like they were welcoming her into theirs.

So why had he lashed out?

Was he trying to remind her what he really was?

The thoughts spun in her head until her legs finally gave out, just as she reached the back steps. That’s when she realized she wasn’t alone.

Ciel stood on the stairs, arms crossed, an unimpressed look on his face. With his robe, slippers, and the way he leaned slightly to one side, he looked more like a disapproving father than the heir to a powerful estate.

“What exactly are you doing? Running circles around the manor at this hour?”

She panted between words, “Jogging.”

“Jogging? You call that jogging?”

“I had to do something to get my mind off today. This was my solution.”

Ciel tilted his head, confused. “What exactly transpired that required you to run around like a madwoman?”

“He didn’t tell you?” she asked, stepping up and sitting on the steps.

“Sebastian didn’t tell me what, exactly?”

Surprisingly, Ciel sat down next to her. Not too close—still a healthy five feet away.

“I challenged him to an arm-wrestling match. He lost. And acted like a sore loser.”

Ciel blinked. “Sebastian lost?”

“Yes! Then he choked me out and got all pissy—just because he couldn’t handle the heat.”

“I see… And what inspired this childish match?”

She paused, eyes drifting down to Ody, her hand absently stroking his fur.

“I may or may not have called him a scrawny little twink.”

“I’m sorry,” Ciel choked, trying to stifle a laugh.

“I was bored! I taunted him. I didn’t expect him to actually lose—or to act like that. It’s just in my nature, I guess, to start a challenge.”

She looked at him then. Really looked. He was trying to keep up a front, but she’d met enough kids like him to know better. Underneath that cold gaze was someone young, confused, and probably more alone than she was.

The silence between them stretched. Crickets chirped in the distance. An owl hooted somewhere deep in the woods.

“What?” he asked, puzzled by her sudden quietness.

“Oh, nothing. I should go inside.” She stood, stretching. “If you ever need my help, just call for me. I’m more useful than I look.”

Ciel didn’t move, his eyes still fixed on the horizon.

“I will keep that in mind.”

.........

Will the gods finally make stir and connect or is she truly alone in this unfamiliar world. Perhaps the young earl will find a use for her. Will the demon and the demi-god finally come to understand each other?

Stay tuned.

..........

Chapter 3 finally done I apologize for the wait. Chapter 4 is in the works. Also interacting and reblogging is the best way for me to know if y'all like this series and if I should continue. Pls reblog if y'all want to be tagged. Love, Shortcake <3 PS. let me know if I should post of A03

@asmalls0723   @lizziela

[trulybetty]

october | 06 x falling leaves

pairing: frankie x f!reader word count: 895 warnings: none, as always unbeta'd summary: Tom's funeral. ao3: linked

{ x. series masterlist }

author note: prompts are not in chronological order, the story is told throughout the life span of the relationship. once all are posted, I'll post a list of the prompts in chronological order.

06 x Falling Leaves

The humid air clung lightly to your skin, and the late afternoon sun cast long shadows over the neatly trimmed grass of the cemetery. Palm fronds rustling gently in the mild breeze, the only sound besides the soft murmur of mourners gathered around Tom’s gravesite. You stood beside Frankie, his hand loosely holding yours, though the warmth between the two of was best described as having cooled.

Tom’s ex-wife, Molly, stood across the way, her eyes hidden behind large dark sunglasses, their two young daughters clinging to her sides. You offered a small sympathetic smile when you felt her gaze meet yours briefly. You’d avoided her for the most part, afraid she’d ask you if you knew what had really happened. But you were just as much in the dark about what had actually gone down in Colombia.

Frankie was uncharacteristically clean-shaven still, his jawline sharp and exposed. The sight unsettled you; he had always worn a stubbled beard for the entirety of your relationship. Now, he seemed distant, a stranger in familiar clothing. Even though you’d seen him in military dress many a time before he retired from service, the sight of him in his formal suit was jarring. Since returning from Colombia he’d been a closed book. The four-day trip had stretched into weeks without explanation, bringing back a sombre entourage and Tom in a casket.

The priest spoke solemn words, but your mind was replying the fight of the night before. A futile attempt to breach the walls Frankie had built up around himself. “What happened out there?” you’d demanded, the desperation in your voice thick. He’d stared past you, his silence louder than any refusal. Frustration had boiled over, the glass in your hand had met the wall with a shattering force, the irony of the fragments on the floor mirroring the fractures of your relationship not lost on you.

Now you played the dutiful partner, exchanging polite condolences and engaging in hollow small talk. “He was a good man,” you’d told a fellow mourner who’d mentioned he’d worked with Tom in the past, the words had felt empty on your tongue.

As the ceremony concluded, people began to disperse. The soft crunch of gravel under tires as cars left the cemetery mingled with the subdued conversations of those who lingered. You watched as Molly guided her daughters away, the girls clutching folded flags to their chests.

Frankie stood a few steps away, speaking in sharp whispers with Santiago and Benny. Their faces were tense and you caught snippets of their conversation but couldn’t take anything concrete away from what was being said.

Approaching them, you placed a gentle hand on Frankie’s arm, “Ready to go?” you asked softly.

He glanced at you, distance in his eyes, “In a minute,” he replied turning back to Santiago.

Benny offered you a sympathetic smile, “It was good to see you,” he said before glancing at Frankie who was talking quietly and quickly in Spanish with Santiago, “take care of one another.”

You nodded, forcing a smile, not forgetting that he was a part of all this also and just as quiet as the others on the truth, “We will.”

Walking back to the car alone, you felt the weight of solitude despite the crowd around you. The Spanish moss hanging from the oak tree looked like ghostly fingers as it swayed in the breeze, unsettling you as you climbed into the car.

The drive home was steeped in silence, the radio remained off, and the usual hum of conversation was absent. You watched the scenery blur past—familiar palm trees and pastel buildings bathed in the golden hue of sunset.

“We can’t keep going on like this,” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper as you kept your eyes on the passing landscape.

Frankie’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, “Not now,” he muttered.

“Then when?” you pressed, whipping your head around to look at him, “You won’t talk to me. I don’t know how to help you if you shut me out.”

He exhaled sharply, “There’s nothing to talk about.”

You laughed darkly, “Tom is dead Frankie. You come back different and I’m supposed to pretend everything’s fine?”

He didn’t respond, his gaze fixed firmly on the road ahead. 

Back at home, the tension was palpable. You moved through the motions—kicking off your shoes, setting your purse on the sideboard—while unspoken words hung heavy in the air and you couldn’t help the words that left your mouth unable to stand the silence.

“Please,” you implored turning to face him, “just let me in, please?”

He met your eyes briefly before looking away, “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” you challenged taking a step closer.

He shook his head, the shadows under his eyes more pronounced. “It's done. Talking won't change anything.”

Defeated, you felt the sting of tears but brushed them away. “I don't know how much longer I can do this,” you confessed.

Frankie looked at you then, a flicker of pain crossing his features. But just as quickly, his expression hardened. “I'm going to bed,” he said quietly before retreating down the hallway.

Left alone in the dimly lit living room, you listened to the sound of the spare bedroom door opening and closing. The silence that followed was deafening. You sank onto the couch, the weight of the day—and the widening gap between you—settling heavily on your shoulders.

[rose-of-oz]

☀️ + Jude Copperfield, please?

— @arrows-unofficial-ocs

Thanks so much for this!! Also gonna tag @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @manyfandomocs, and @ginevrastilinski-ocs!! <3 <3

If they like going to the beach: He’s never actually seen a beach before the Quarter Quell (and those weren’t even real beaches), but I don’t think he’d like going even if there was access to them. Too much heat and sand that would get everywhere.

Their favourite type of soda/pop: In a more modern AU, I think he’d love Diet Coke!

What type of bathing suit they like to wear, if they wear any: He’s never really worn a bathing suit, but I think he’d be a simple board shorts and t-shirt kind of guy (and he wouldn’t take the t-shirt off while swimming, either).

Do they celebrate Pride Month, either as a queer person or a supportive ally?: Even in a modern AU, I don’t think he’d really celebrate all that much; he’d smile seeing more Pride flags hanging or flying places, of course, but in his mind, he’s queer every day of the year, he doesn’t feel like doing anything special just because it’s a special month.

Their favourite song to listen to while driving with all the windows down: In a modern AU, I think he’d love driving with the windows down and listening to some classic country, maybe “A Thing Called Love” by Johnny Cash.

Their favourite flavour of ice cream: I think he’d love a classic chocolate!

send me ☀️ + an oc!!

[imagininghim]

A very broken Hallelujah

A/N: I've recently been listening to the song Hallelujah and I can't get this imagine out of my head, I hope you enjoy!

There is not enough Lucifer imagines and smut out there so please request away, or write some because your girl is in desperate need!

Blurb: You're on a hunt for a demon with the Winchesters, Castiel and a certain little devil at a lounge. The boys ask you to pose as a lounge singer to attract the attention of the demon but little do you know, that's not the only attention you catch.

Pairing: Lucifer x Female!Reader

Trigger warnings: not a one, just some sweet and fluffy devil loving.

"You want me to do what?" I questioned as I stared blankly at the two boys from the backseat of the impala.

"You know, just sing a song or two while Sam and I hunt for the black eyed bastard." Dean said with a smile. "It won't be that bad, I've heard you sing in the shower before. You're great!" Before I could argue Sam spoke up.

"What Dean is trying to say is, we just need you to distract the crowd while we search for him, as soon as we find him, we'll signal for you and we can leave." Sam said with hope in his voice.

"Why can't we just send Lucifer to find the demon, I'm sure he already knows where he is." I said sending a glance across the seat at the former archangel.

"We can't trust him enough to actually help, which is why Cas is going to sit in the crowd with him and keep an eye on you and him while we hunt." Sam responded simply, I let out a sigh knowing there was no way I was gonna win this argument.

"Fine, but you both owe me." I said with a huff.

"Deal."

We drove the rest of the way to the lounge in silence, every now and then I could feel a set of eyes trailing over me, I looked over at Cas who was sitting next to me, focusing on the road ahead and then at Lucifer who was simply staring out the window. I shrugged it off, thinking it was a coincidence and turned back to the window.

Once we arrived, we all shuffled out of the car. Sam and Dean, came prepared already dressed in suits while Cas and Lucifer wore their normal attire.

"(Y/N), I packed you a bag with a dress and some heels." Sam began, handing me over the duffel bag. "They have a dressing room you can get ready in, you'll be on in fifteen minutes, so you better get going." I nodded before sending a glare at Dean and making my way into the lounge.

After I got dressed and freshened up, the makeup I had already been wearing, I heard the stage manger call my name. Taking in a deep breath, I made my up the stairs and onto the stage.

As I over looked the crowd, I locked eyes with a pair of light blue ones. For a moment, it looked like they flashed red but I just shrugged it off as being nothing.

Walking to the mic, silence fell amongst the crowd as a piano began with a familiar tune. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes, beginning to sing.

"Now I've heard there was a secret chord, that David played, and it pleased the Lord, but you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor falls, the major lifts, the baffled king composing Hallelujah" I reopened my eyes to only find them staring back into Lucifer's. I continued to stare as I sung, feeling as if it was just the two of us in the room.

"Your faith was strong but you needed proof, you saw her bathing on the roof, her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you, she tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, and she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah." As the song continued, Lucifer and I never once broke eye contact, he began leaning forward and placing his elbows as I sang. Looking as if he was locked into some sort of trance.

"Maybe I have been here before, I know this room I, I've walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you, I've seen your flag on the marble arch, love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah." I closed my eyes as the song went on as an image appeared in my thoughts.

It was all pitch black but the faint sound of the piano played on, I looked around as I heard footsteps approaching.

"Care to dance." I turned around to see Lucifer standing in an all black suit, with his hand held out to me. I glanced his hand and then back at his eyes, which were now illuminating a bright red. I placed my hand in his and nodded. Taking ahold of me, he slid his hand around my waist and pulled me close.

"There was a time you let me know, what's real and going on below, but now you never show it to me, do you? And remember when I moved in you? The holy dark was moving, too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah"

We continued to dance, holding on to one another while staring deeply into each other's eyes. It wasn't until I heard what sounded like the flapping of wings, that I took notice. Outstretched behind Lucifer was his wings, they were black and battered but they were still breathtaking.

"Can I touch them?" I questioned as I stopped dancing, and continued to stare in awe of his wings.

"You can see them?" Lucifer questioned in slight shock.

"Yes and they're beautiful." I reached out my hand before glancing at him, he nodded in response and ran my fingers through the soft silkiness of his feathers, he let out a soft moan as I continued.

"You know, they say only your soulmate can see your wings. The person you're destined to be with." Lucifer said softly as I turned to look at him.

"Maybe there's a god above, and all I ever learned from love, was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you, and it's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light, it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah." The song finished up, and I reopened my eyes as the crowd erupted in clapping and cheering. Breaking the eye contact from Lucifer, I noticed Sam signalling me that they had finished the hunt. I took a small bow and made my way off the stage.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in once I reached the dressing room, I glanced up in the mirror to see Lucifer standing behind me.

"You sang beautifully." He said simply. I turned around to only take in notice of his wings in person.

"Yo-your wings." I stuttered dumbfounded that I could actually see them.

"It's you, (Y/N)." He began coming towards me, cupping my cheek in his hand.

"It's always been you."

[suesmusings]

The cruise begins

We boarded the cruise MSC Armonia in Venice after a last photo stop at the Bridge of Sighs. We’ve been upgraded to a junior suite and loving the extra cabin space, wide balcony and full sized bath for the man who loves to bathe.

The seas have been eerily calm and the blue hues of the Adriatic Sea, are something pretty special.

We left the ship yesterday to visit the ancient city of Brindisi which we learned was actually the capital of Italy before Rome. Brindisi is at the end of the Appian Way an ancient road that connected to Rome and so very important for military and trade purposes.

We bought a self guided audio tour and did Brindisi our way - visiting important archeological sites and little out the way cafes for refreshing Peroni’s and Aperol spritz. We had a little welcoming committee of drummers, trumpeters and flag tossers, spontaneous dancers in the streets and in the sunset DJ’s belting out dance tunes.

Highlights were castles, buildings and ruins from before Christ times, tales of Hercules and Carl enjoyed all the ancient water storage infrastructure.

We now have an at sea day on our way to Mykonos Greece and are enjoying the arts and crafts and other activities - check out our iris folding.

[rabbitcruiser]

National Flag Day 

America’s Flag Day marks the Second Continental Congress’s adoption of the first U.S. national flag on June 14, 1777.  The first flag featured the same 13 red and white stripes we see today.  However, the number and arrangement of stars have changed as the number of states has increased over the centuries. The current flag has remained the same since 1960. Will we ever go from 50 to 51? Read on for a look at some possible statehood candidates. And consider this a warmup for Independence Day — in just 20 days.

Flag Day timeline

1776–1777 First American Flag Created

Continental Congressman Francis Hopkinson designs a United States flag and a flag for the U.S. Navy, however, Hopkinson's naval flag becomes the preferred National flag and the Continental Marine Committee sponsors the U.S. Flag Resolution on June 14, 1777.

1916 President Woodrow Wilson Recognizes Flag Day

Celebrating the selection of the first American flag back in 1777, President Wilson signs off on establishing June 14 of each year as Flag Day.

July 4, 1960 The Current U.S. Flag is Completed

The 50th star, representing Hawaii (not Alaska), completes the flag flown in the U.S. today.

July 20, 1969 The U.S. Flag Sees the Moon

There are now six U.S. flags present on the moon, but the first was placed by Neil Armstrong in 1969.

Flag Day Activities

Plan a costume contest as part of a BBQ

Teach your kids or less informed friends a history lesson

Make a healthy patriotic snack

The stars and stripes aren't just for flags anymore. Take the opportunity on Flag Day to sport the red, white, and blue on socks, bathing suits, and hairstyles. It's a perfect day to celebrate your patriotism with a fun twist.

An American flag trivia game is a quick and easy way to learn a few tidbits. Most people know that each star represents a state, but do they know that a new star only appears on July 4 following a state's admission to the Union? Trivia - bam!

Strawberries, blueberries, marshmallows, OH MY! Some of our favorite fruits lend themselves very well to creating flag-themed cakes, so roll with it. Fine, marshmallows aren't a fruit, but they're basically a summer necessity, so we'll let it slide.

5 American Flags — By The Numbers

50 — and counting

49

48

31

13

We've been at 50 for nearly 60 years. Possible candidates for the 51st star? Puerto Rico, Guam, and Washington, DC.

Seven times seven? A perfect square.  There's just so much luck in this flag, we need to thank Alaska (January 1959) for joining us. This one had a short reign. Hawaii (August 1959) would soon make it 50.

It featured such beautiful symmetry with the addition of New Mexico and Arizona in 1912 and flew proudly for 47 years.

The number 31 doesn't easily lend itself to neat patterns. If we didn't actually love California (added in 1850) so much, we'd probably have made it secede after seeing the lack of symmetry. (This flag lasted seven years!)

America's original flag, it's the only one that dared defy the straight line pattern of all its successors.  If you ask us, the 13 stars in a circle better represent the unity of the, uhhhh, union.

Why We Love Flag Day

A chance to show patriotism

Parades

It reminds us summer is near

It's easy to get so caught up in our day-to-day lives that we sometimes forget to be thankful for the bigger picture.  Flag Day reminds us that we are one country — united — despite our disagreements.

Americans love to have parades for many events and holidays. Mid-June is the perfect time to set up that camping chair on the street corner and watch the local firefighters, school bands and dance troupes strut their stuff.

The weather is starting to behave, kids are wrapping up school, and BBQ season is upon us. Flag Day gives us another reason to celebrate outside and enjoy the sunshine.

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[couldawouldashoulda50]

The Rabbit versus Kevin Fiala

Part 4 - The Kopitar's Party

"Electric sparks; that first touch of lips ignites something deep within the soul."

A/N - I suppose it was inevitable that things would become a little hotter and heavier for these two. I will admit, Kevin's been delicious to think about in many, many ways. Thank you for the interactions so far with this little fic idea for @ladylooch and the journey so far. ◈Intro/Part One here ◈Part Two here ◈Part Three here Warnings/Notes - profanity, this one's a little more "caliente" so anyone under 18, be mindful of your thresholds for fic content. Word Count 6.2k

Mariana awoke at 5:30am, as was part of her daily routine for a number of years.  She slid out of bed and sleepily padded towards her ensuite bathroom to splash some water on her face and brush her teeth. It wasn't long before the fluttery feeling in her stomach was back in full force with the anticipation of seeing Kevin again and being introduced to the rest of his team later that day.  

Prior to yesterday, Mariana couldn't have cared less about the Kings (or maybe just enough to scoff at their chrome helmets if she happened come across them on the sports network) .  Now, here she was glancing through the Kings’ roster just to get her head wrapped around who was who.  She started with the Captain, Anže Kopitar, and went down the list from there.

After doing her roster homework and indulging in more of Kevin with the many clips and reels online, she went about her typical morning ritual.  Mariana slid into her one piece bathing suit, grabbed a towel and headed towards her backyard to her lap pool.  With the wear and tear that her body experienced with years of working in the trades, swimming was the exercise she craved; it helped to clear her mind from the outside noise, and kept her body fit and strong.

She also did her best thinking while she swam laps.

Two things she knew about the day is that she was looking forward to seeing Kevin interact with his teammates. He seemed so friendly, fun, kind and sweet and she wanted to see him with those he spent the most time with; she didn't want to necessarily search for red flags, but if they appeared today, she'll at least have more information to make any decisions going forward.

The other thing she knew was that she wanted to make a good impression on their hosts and the rest of their team, and well, Kevin for that matter. Mariana felt a little uncertain about what to expect and how she would handle herself when she’s out of her element; she barely knew Kevin and it had been a long period of time since she had actually socialised with anyone on a personal level outside of her work.

Signalling the break of day,  the glow from the sun’s bright rays began to peek above the hills to the east.  

Much like a runner’s high, Mariana felt she had broken through a barrier giving her boundless energy with every stroke of her front crawl.  She began to feel renewed with the prospects of a brand new chapter of her life starting that day, and the metaphorical first page was blank and pristine white.  

Once back indoors, and despite it being excessively early, she began to ready herself for her afternoon with Kevin.  

While pulling some clothing options from her closet, Mariana began to reflect on her ex-partner.  He always maintained she should dress sexier, put more make-up on, add more blonde to her hair.  At the beginning of their relationship, she tried it all to please him, and she was every man’s dream; a woman whose body had curves, who knew her way around a circular saw and a hammer, and who was such an exquisite natural beauty that men and women alike would stare when she entered a room. As it went, yes, she seemed to be every man’s dream, except for her partner’s.  

She decided in that moment, for this new chapter of her life, that if she was happy with how she looked and felt, that’s all that mattered.  With the thoughts of meeting the wives and girlfriends of professional athletes, she might as well put that thinking into practice immediately.

Mariana selected a modest white strapless bathing suit to wear under a simple black sundress.  She wore a tasteful layered silver necklace which contrasted beautifully with her dark golden complexion.  The colours she selected matched the King’s team colours; it was Mariana’s tiny way of showing Kevin that she was excited for the opportunity to spend time with him and his hockey team.

Mariana was ready hours before she had to leave to pick up Kevin, so she ventured out of the house early to pick up some additional items enroute to thank the Kopitars for their hospitality.  

Kevin, on the other hand, had slept through his alarm and woke up suddenly, feeling startled and confused.  His first thought once his brain engaged was to check his phone for messages.  He hoped there would be no cancellation text from Mariana, and when he saw there was zero activity on that front, he inhaled deeply and slowly released his breath to calm the jolt his body felt moments ago.  

He still had time before Mariana would arrive, so Kevin quickly got up and dressed and hurried out the door for a morning run before the mercury rose to an unmerciful temperature.  

As he ran through the side streets towards the waterfront, he thought about the conversations he had with Mariana the day before and wondered if chemistry they shared would continue on into today.  He also wondered if he jumped the gun with inviting her; meeting a large group of professional athletes was hard enough, but add in their significant others who are already a tight knit group, it can be difficult for some to manoeuvre.  This was the case with Kristen, who initially was successful in charming the other WAGs, until her true colours began to show.   It was all a surface act with Kristen, and both Kevin and the WAGs eventually discovered that in order to keep the peace, they individually had to learn to tolerate her unflattering behaviour.  

Kevin was definitely a victim of the once bitten, twice shy metaphor and it started to weigh on his mind as he ran along the boardwalk.  By the time he arrived back home, regret had settled into his gut and he thought for a moment about texting Mariana and cancelling.  

Instead, and with some trepidation, he called Mariana in the hopes that simply hearing her voice would help ease his worries about the upcoming afternoon.

When she answered, he heard the whirring background noise of vehicles moving quickly in transit.

He could hear the smile in her voice.  “Morning, Rico.”

That ridiculous crush feeling immediately returned inside Kevin’s stomach as a wide smile stretched across his face.  “Good morning, how are you?  How did you sleep?”

“I’m really excited about today.  Had an amazing sleep last night, too.  I hope you had a good rest.”  

The worries he had earlier about Mariana began to lift as Kevin ran his hand through his hair.  “Shit - are you on your way already?  I still haven’t showered or anything like that.”

Mariana chuckled.  “Awh, there’s no stress Rico; I’m just running some errands before I get there.  I wanted to make sure I had something to bring for the party.”  Mariana hesitated before asking “Is noon still ok to come by?”

Whatever concerns Kevin had during his run had been replaced with eagerness to see Mariana again.

“Noon’s great.  Earlier if you want; it won’t take me long to get ready.”

“You sure?  I figured that lip sweater of yours would take hours to coif.” 

“Fuck me,” Kevin muttered with a smile, as he heard Mariana snicker.  

“Well, alright then Suavé - I’ll just be about 15 minutes early then, if that’s ok. Oh - and bring a hat; I’ve got a convertible so you’re gonna need protection.” 

“Sounds good - see you soon.” Relief washed over Kevin as he stroked his moustache, chuckling to himself as he walked towards his bedroom.

As time ticked away, Kevin realised just how nervous he was when he changed his polo shirt for the fifth time, opting for a shade of simple black as the safe go-to.  He grabbed the hat he bought with Mariana yesterday and walked out to wait for her on the plain white stucco balcony.

Not wanting anyone to feel blind-sided, he decided to text Anže, giving a heads-up to his Captain that he would be bringing a new friend.  

While he continued to distract himself with his phone, Kevin heard the purr of a throaty muffler approach his driveway.  His draw dropped when he realised it was Mariana pulling up in one of the most gorgeous vehicles he could ever dream of.     

She had not seen Kevin peering over the edge of the balcony as she pulled up.  She quickly glanced at her reflection in the rear-view mirror and applied more lip protection before getting out to greet Kevin.

She had barely closed the car door before she spotted Kevin standing in his doorway, looking handsome as ever, as he stared in bewildering awe of Mariana and her car.

“You all ready?” she called over to Kevin as he slowly approached the car, pressing his palms against his forehead.

She rounded the trunk and Kevin stepped towards her for an embrace.  She looked at his astonished expression and giggled. “I take it that you like my car?”

“Fuck…yes - I don’t know what it is but it’s fucking gorgeous…,” Kevin gleamed.  

“Alright, well - hop in…I’ll tell you all about it on the way.”

Mariana laughed as Kevin gingerly opened the passenger side door and slid onto the white leather bucket seat.  He looked around the vehicle as he pulled on his seatbelt and seemed completely speechless.

As she pulled away and started down the street, she explained the fire engine red 1969 Pontiac GTO was formerly her father’s.  From the time she could walk, Mariana was in the garage with her Dad helping as he worked on restoring the classic car.  It became a Sunday tradition for the family to take the car out on the freeway to really let her roar before heading to dinner and an ice cream cone afterward.  

On the way to the get together, there were comfortable lulls in the conversation as Kevin rested his arm on the back of Mariana’s seat as they drove along Highway 1.  Kevin was completely in his element as he revelled in the view, admiring the Pacific coast on one side, and the rolling hills off in the distance.  

Had they not had plans that afternoon, Mariana and Kevin both seemed perfectly content to keep driving south with no specific destination in mind; it was already that perfect of a day.  

While Mariana listened to the GPS relay the directions once they exited the off-ramp, she tried to calm the nerves that had begun to settle in her stomach.  She inhaled deeply as she pulled into the Kopitar’s driveway and found a spot to park.  Turning off the ignition and exhaling just as deeply, Mariana could see Kevin looking at her out of the corner of her eye.  She pretended to not notice him smiling at her as she looked into the rearview mirror, but Mariana’s pursed lips gave way to a bashful smile and she nudged him playfully as he leaned closer towards her.   

Mariana turned to face Kevin; she felt her pulse beating rapidly in her neck as he brought his lips to hers.  It was a slow, sweet kiss that ignited all of her senses, but when he lightly grazed her tongue with his, she felt like her entire body had been catapulted up into the stratosphere.  

Kevin’s mind was already going wild with wanting to skip the party and head anywhere where he and Mariana could be alone.  Instead, he gently broke the kiss and signed heavily, leaning his forehead lightly against hers.  “I wish I had the nerve to do that back in my driveway; we could’ve called and cancelled,” he said.

“As tempting as that sounds Rico, I’ve got some stuff in the trunk that I have for your hosts…so, we still needed to show up.  If you had done that back at your place, you would have been in absolute blue-ball hell for the entire ride.”  She gently kissed his lips again and lightly stroked his cheek as he winced at the thought of his nuts aching for the entire drive.  

“And just so you’re aware, had you noticed that I was wearing your team colours, I might have grabbed your ass, just as an extra bonus aside from the kiss.  You missed out,” Mariana added as she stepped out from the car.  

Kevin laughed as he opened the passenger door.  He looked at Mariana again with a puzzled expression.  “Where’s the white? I only see black and silver.”

Mariana looked down at her outfit.  “Oh, right…yeah, I forgot you hadn’t seen this part.”  She looked around to make sure they were alone and lowered the elasticized top of her sundress just enough to give Kevin a peek of the white of her bathing suit.  

Kevin bit his lip and groaned as he zeroed in on the round outlines of her breasts.  “Yeah - okay, thanks…why don’t you just show me everything you got and I’ll just walk into my Captain’s house with a massive erection.”

Mariana raised her eyebrows and looked at the crotch of Kevin’s shorts.  “Massive? Really…”

Kevin pulled off the cockiest grin he could, as he grabbed Mariana’s hand.  “Let’s just say it’s a tool I think you can handle.”

Mariana’s mouth fell open and then formed a smile.  “Fuck it, let’s just go…let’s get out of here…you’re killing me, Rico,” she chuckled.  

The two flirted and joked as Mariana opened the trunk and pulled out a basket in a clear bag tied with a large black, silver and white bow, a large platter full of rolled pastries and a pink cake box.  

Kevin’s eyes grew wide as Mariana pulled the basket out and teasingly asked if he could handle it.  “Holy shit…what all is this?” Kevin asked.  

“You’ll see.  I just didn’t want to come empty handed, so I picked up a few things.”

Kevin craned his neck to look at the pastries.  “I’m glad I came with you…you’re making me look pretty good.”

Kevin led the way to the front door; he fidgeted nervously with his free hand as he rang the doorbell.

A ruggedly handsome man opened the door and enthusiastically greeted Kevin, welcoming him back from the offseason.  Anže looked at Mariana and first offered to take the platter and the box from her.  He set them down on a side table and he embraced Mariana warmly and invited them to come in.  

Anže called for his wife, Ines, to come meet the new arrivals.  Anze and Kevin quickly fell into making easy small talk as Mariana smiled and looked attentive, even though she had no idea who or what the men were talking about.

Ines came gliding around the corner and her eyes lit up when she saw Kevin and Mariana.  She gave an gracious and warm welcome to the pair, asking how the drive was and how long it took to get there from Kevin’s house.  

Kevin gently laid his hand on Mariana’s lower back and handed her the basket to give to Ines. 

“Oh, we brought some things for you; I read you’re both from Slovenia, so I picked up some schnapps, juniper brandy and some red wine…I’m just not sure of which region it comes from.”

Mariana motioned to the box and the platter. “I’m not sure if these are 100% Slovenian, but there is a Potico cake and some other finger foods that we brought as well.”

Kevin put up his hands and motioned to Mariana, “This was all her; I had nothing to do with any of it,” he chuckled.  

Ines and Anže were visibly touched and equally impressed with Mariana, as was Kevin.  His hand remained on the small of Mariana’s back until Ines invited Mariana to meet some of the other ladies that were already enjoying some beverages poolside.

Turning to Kevin, Mariana’s hand lightly stroked Kevin’s forearm saying she would see him later, and she walked alongside Ines, leaning over to greet Kopitar’s family dog on the way outside.  

Anze watched Kevin's eyes linger on Mariana as she disappeared into the backyard.  

He put his arm around Kevin’s shoulder and the two went off to put Mariana’s offerings on the buffet table.  Referencing the bottle of wine, Anže wiggled his eyebrows at Kevin and said “This will just be for Ines and I later when the kids are in bed….or the brandy, if I’m lucky”, he added with a laugh.  “Your girlfriend has amazing taste.”

Kevin paused before he told Anže that she wasn’t exactly his girlfriend, and that he and Mariana just met the day prior.  

Anže smirked at Kevin, “You could have fooled me.  Hopefully you’ll be smart enough to make and keep her happy; I can already tell, she’s one of the really good ones.”

The two men ventured off through the large opening to the backyard, and headed over to the wet bar where kegs of beer rested on beautifully crafted stands.  Anže handed Kevin a beer and toasted to a healthy and successful upcoming season.

The September afternoon sun blazed in the sky as the guests intermingled with one another easily and amicably.  After some time, a rousing game of beach-ball volleyball in the pool drew the majority of spectators in.   Loud whoops and hollers were made for every point lost or gained.  Kevin was on the team that continued to advance and wipe the floor clean with their opponents.  

Every so often, he would glance over at Mariana as she was stretched out on a lounge chair by the pool’s edge, alongside a small group of WAGs that had already adopted her.  Kevin would get her attention and mouth “you ok?” with a corresponding hand gesture, and Mariana would always smile and give him a thumbs up in return.  

Midway through the last game that would give Kevin’s team “the title”, simply known as bragging rights, Mariana rose from her lounge chair and walked toward the large pool house to use the facilities.  

Kevin's eyes locked on her toned physique as she seemingly floated with the way she walked.  The white strapless one-piece against her brazilian-esque skin tone made Kevin curl his toes with arousal in the pool.  He recounted their kiss in her car upon their arrival at the party, and suddenly Kevin could not give two fucks about the bragging rights of a volleyball game.  

Kevin hollered over to Adrian Kempe, and speaking in Swedish, he asked Adrian to sub for him in this last game, as Kevin hoisted himself up over the side and exited the pool.   

He turned the corner of the pool house just as Mariana was rounding the same corner, scaring the soul out of her body.

“Jesus fucking hell - Rico!  Fuck me - you scared the shit outta me, and I’m in a white bathing suit for Chrissakes,” she laughed while gasping and clutching her stomach.   

“Fuck - I’m so sorry…and yeah, ewh, gross,” he teased as his hands found their way onto her hips, pulling her close against him.  “I just wanted to make sure you’re doing ok?  Anything you need at all?”

Mariana’s eyes softened as she scanned his face.  Her gaze held Kevin’s attention before her eyes left his and followed the path down past his gorgeous nose and settled on his mouth.  

With her hands gliding up Kevin’s muscular flank and circling around his neck, Mariana softly purred “Mmmhmm - I do need something,” and she closed her mouth over his. Kevin smiled into the kiss as he walked her backwards to a spot behind the trunk of a tall palm tree, which provided some additional privacy.

Mariana’s hands roamed every contour of his upper body; she was sure she had never touched such a magnificent and muscular frame before, and she had no intention of squandering her opportunity now.  

Kevin’s hands had remained firmly planted on her hips as he pressed his hardness against the sheath of her bathing suit.  He groaned knowing there was no opportunity to relieve his burgeoning erection, and there in his mind, he accepted his fate that blue-ball hell was certainly in his future.  

Kevin brought his hands up to Mariana’s face, cradling her jawline in his palms, stroking the corner of her mouth with his thumb.  He continued to kiss her mouth tenderly.  “I don’t think I have told you yet of how unbelievably beautiful you are.”

Mariana’s hands lightly clasped around Kevin’s wrists as he continued to cup her face.  With her eyes closed, she let Kevin’s words wash all over her as her fingertips trailed down his forearms.  Her hands continued to move downward as Kevin slid his arms around her shoulders, pulling her in for such a deep kiss, she thought her body might collapse from the bliss of it all.  

Mariana’s hands travelled along Kevin’s waistline around to the back of his shorts as her fingers dipped just under his waistband, pulling him and his erection right up against her centre.  

Mariana whispered into Kevin’s neck, “Fuck me if I don’t wanna just rip these off and…..”   

“Don’t say it - I just - I cannot handle hearing you say anything like that right now…” Kevin affectionately warned Mariana.  “Nor do I want to be banished from Anže’s house for lewd behaviour…..no matter how fucking amazing it would feel.”  

Mariana quietly moaned in Kevin’s ear, “It’s your fault - you could have kissed me in your driveway and then we actually could have cancelled…I would have had my way with you five times already.” She continued to kiss under his jawline, down his neck to his Adam's apple.

“Now you’re being cruel,” Kevin said as his words were muffled against the skin of her neck.  He lowered his arms and wrapped them snugly around Mariana’s body as he lifted her slightly off the ground in a strong, warm embrace.  Kevin then added “Plus - I’m just so happy you’re here with me today.  I know we just met, and I might be crazy for saying it out loud, but God, I think you’re amazing.”

Mariana leaned back just enough to look at Kevin while she ran her fingers through his hair.  She gently bit her lower lip just before rising up on her toes to savour his mouth once more.  

She slowly pulled back again.  “You’re pretty fantastic too, Rico…and, fuck…my thighs have been clenching all afternoon looking at you,” she playfully scoffed.  “I mean, honestly - Adonis himself wept with envy when you took your shirt off.  You with your baggy shirts and shorts - you’re gonna kill a girl without giving her fair warning of what’s really under there…” she smirked as Kevin laughed.  

“And - and….what the fuck is it with all of your asses?” Mariana teased, just above a whisper. “I didn’t think I cared about a guy’s butt…ever…and now, I wanna see you all lined up, bums out, on a billboard in downtown LA.” 

The two remained behind the tree until Kevin’s arousal had dissipated, and before long, they rejoined the party hand in hand.  

After Kevin was stolen by Adrian, Mariana resumed her conversation with Ines and some of the other wives.  She was pleasantly surprised by how quickly she felt at ease with the ladies present; up until that point, Mariana had spent her days working, mostly with men who used the most colourful and obscene language in every conversation.  She had concerns about whether she would forget who she was talking to and inadvertently say something wildly inappropriate to the other guests.  

Feeling a special connection with Trevor Moore’s wife, Monique, Mariana had sheepishly confided her concern to her.  When Monique discovered what line of work Mariana had been in, the news spread quickly and it seemed suddenly a line formed with the WAGs to ask Mariana questions about remodelling and renovations, colourful language be damned.

Soon it was dusk, and the temperature was still a balmy 80 degrees.  Mariana, with her stomach full from indulging a little too much with the smorgasbord of food laid out, sat on the edge of the large rectangular pool, dangling her legs in the water.  Spotting her, Monique came to join her, bringing Mariana a bottle of water since she knew she was driving.

The two ladies chatted while making designs on the surface of the water with their toes.  The backyard looked so enchanting with strings of tiny white led lights decorating every bush and tree, and tiki torches and long citronella candles burned around the perimeter of the pool.

Monique took a sip of her martini and turned to Mariana, with a slight grin.  “You and Kevin looked so sweet at dinner.  He looks so happy…and I just love that for him.  He’s a really, really great person.”

Mariana smiled as her pulse quickened with the thought of Kevin and her at dinner.  He had pulled her onto his lap midway through his pasta salad and didn’t let go until his dessert was finished.  The way she just fit perfectly in his arms, with his one hand resting on her hip, made her want to curl up in his chest and just breathe him in for the rest of the night.  

“He does seem pretty wonderful.  It’s just hard to believe I haven’t known him longer…that part seems a little surreal,” Mariana confessed. 

Monique chuckled, “That’s the thing with chance meetings.  It can be lovely and amazing like this one or turn into an ugly dumpster fire like his last one.”

Mariana was leery yesterday about asking Kevin about what led to his “new beginning” but through various conversations (aka a bit of gossip), today she had pieced together that his ex-girlfriend appreciated a certain level of social status and apparently did not treat Kevin well at all.  Mariana dismissed wanting to know more; she felt Kevin would eventually get around to telling her if and when he was comfortable to do so.

After Mariana’s stomach calmed down and shrank back to more of its normal shape, she decided to hop in the water for one more swim.  Monique had left to use the facilities so Mariana was on her own.  

She discarded her sundress on a lounge chair behind her and slipped in by the edge where she had been sitting.  

Alone in the pool, with the majority of guests now inside or having another helping of food on the terrace, Mariana glided towards the deep end, keeping her head above the surface of the water.  A lone figure stood at the steps of the pool watching her swim and he descended the steps into the pool without making a sound.  He stood watching her from the shallow end and he finally spoke.

“Permission to come and join you down there?  I didn’t want to scare the shit out of you again.” Kevin chuckled.

Mariana turned her head and smiled back at Kevin, “Are you going to behave and keep your hands to yourself?”

As Kevin submerged his body and began to swim towards Mariana, he said, “I can’t guarantee that, Miss Ortega.”

Mariana gracefully treaded water with her back against the pool wall in the deep and watched Kevin approach her.  “Permission granted, Mr. Fiala.”

Kevin dove under the surface and in one, long stroke underwater, he popped up in front of Mariana, swiping the water from his face.  

He came towards her and boxed her in with his muscular arms as he gripped the concrete edge of the pool with his hands.  Using her weightlessness and the force of Kevin’s body pressing against her, Mariana wrapped her arms and legs around him.  

Mariana’s mouth met Kevin’s; at first, it was soft and slow. But the taste of his mouth; the feeling of his body firm against hers, soon had Mariana aching and desperate and it showed in the depths of her kiss.  The only thing on her mind now is that she needed to be alone with him and soon.

Kevin was not faring much better than Mariana.  Kevin was caught between wanting to get Mariana home right away or giving into the immediate urge to fuck Mariana against the wall in the Kopitar’s pool.   

Mariana leaned her head back on the edge of the pool while her legs remained wrapped around his torso.  Kevin’s moustache tickled her neck as he left a trail of open mouthed kisses all the way down to the swells of her breasts that were pushed up by the top of her bathing suit.  

Mariana watched Kevin as freed one hand from the edge of the pool to pull the top of her bathing suit down and free her breasts.  Despite the throbbing sensation in her core, her logical side prevailed and she affectionately whispered that they should probably stop and take this home, preferably to his place which was much closer.

Kevin nodded his head in surrender, and kissed her longingly.  He broke away from her lips, paused, and then said “Fourth time.”

Mariana's smile grew as she searched his eyes, waiting for him to clarify.  

Kevin’s accent seemed heavier when he uttered “Blue balls.  Fourth time today, maybe even more.”

Mariana ran her hands through his chest hair and with as much sympathy and sensuality as she could muster, she leaned in and spoke against his cheek “I'm going to try and make it up to you later.”

Kevin shook his head trying to get his mind focused on getting out of the pool instead of imagining Mariana following through on her words.  “Fuck….yeah - let's get outta here.  Quick.” He bit his bottom lip as he tapped her ass and Mariana unlinked her legs from around Kevin’s torso.  

They started to swim next to each other but Mariana suddenly dove underwater, disappearing from sight.  She propelled herself for an impressive distance before reappearing on the stairs, looking almost like a mermaid pulling herself onto a rock by the sea.  

She sat on a pool step waiting for Kevin as he began to walk through the shallow end towards her. 

Mariana's eyes trailed down to his ballooning shorts from the air trapped inside.  

Mariana nodded towards his cock, “Either that's a bubble in your pants or I'm not gonna be able to walk straight for a month.”  She giggled and covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.  She couldn't believe she even said that to him.

Before she could react, Kevin grabbed her and hoisted her over his shoulder, while she laughed and shrieked to put her down.   

He tapped her ass cheek repeatedly and then gently helped her slide down from his shoulder.  Kevin couldn't contain the elation he felt from being with Mariana and having such an incredible day.  WIth Mariana clearly feeling the same, Kevin felt better than he had in a very long time . 

They grabbed their bags with their change of clothes and walked towards the house, looking thicker than thieves as they whispered flirtations back and forth.  Trying to avoid any further temptation, the two went into separate rooms to change.  

Mariana emerged in a pair of jeans rolled at the cuff, a tank top with a black oversized sweater.  She was glad she thought to pack a sweater; even with the exceedingly hot temperatures during the day, driving in a convertible at night with the top down can be downright chilly.

Ines and a few other WAGs congregated at the front entrance with the door wide open.  Boisterous laughs erupted from the group of ladies as they continuously looked out to the driveway, shaking their heads and snickering.  

Sian Nickson, Adrian Kempe’s girlfriend, turned as Mariana walked up to the group to see what was happening.    

Sian enthusiastically motioned for Mariana to stand next to her.  “Oh my gosh, Mariana - this is priceless…have a look.  That’s your car, right?”

Mariana nodded that indeed, that was her car, and she peered out the front door to see what they were laughing at.

Ines approached Mariana and gently draped her arm around Mariana’s shoulder.  Based on the snifter Ines was holding, the Captain’s wife had chosen Mariana’s gift of brandy over the gift of wine.  

The ladies were laughing at their men, standing around the red GTO, mocking some of the players pretending they had a clue what they were talking about when it came to engines, transmissions, rims or exhaust pipes.  

Ines, who was buzzed but still completely coherent, leaned over to Mariana and said “See how Anže keeps walking around kicking the tires?  He’s only doing that because he thinks that’s what every man does when they look at cars.  All he knows are tires are made from rubber, but he’s making it look like he knows what makes them turn,” she said, rolling her eyes.  

Mariana couldn’t help but burst out laughing.  She put her hand over her mouth to stifle herself, but watching these women, ever so subtly, bring their hockey player men down a notch or two, was pretty entertaining.

Kevin stood with the group of players who were discussing classic muscle cars, but he was more interested in watching Mariana exchange numbers with a few of the ladies, followed by words of thanks, hugs and friendly waves goodbye.  

Mariana approached Kevin and she touched his arm as a gesture of appreciation for his patience while she said goodbye to the ladies.  Their need for each other had naturally intensified since their near-slip in the pool and now they were finally on the way to spending some time alone.

Mariana turned toward Kevin as they packed up the trunk.  “Are you sure you don’t mind me coming back to your place?  Because if you would rather we wait, I completely understand.”

Kevin was puzzled by her question; he paused to try and get his words just right before he responded.  He pulled her into his chest as he spoke into the soft waves of her hair.

“There’s nothing that I want more than to have you come home with me.  Did…has something happened in the last few minutes to make you feel that I didn't?”

Kevin felt Mariana grip his sweater slightly as he held her. “I think maybe I was just second guessing whether I’m imagining this amazing thing that I feel with you - or it might just be the exhaustion from the whirlwind of my former world ending.  I’m just feeling a little wiped out I think,” she confessed.

Mariana had such a beautiful and radiant presence, and she carried herself so gracefully,  that Kevin had all but forgotten how recently her life had been blown to smithereens.  

Mariana’s words were muffled as she spoke into Kevin’s sweater.  “Do you think you could drive?  Maybe I could just close my eyes on the way back.”

“I’m trying hard not to get over-excited but I was kind of hoping you’d let me drive you car at some point, so I haven’t had a drink since this afternoon.” Kevin smiled as Mariana looked up at him, kissing him softly on his cheek.

As the last of the goodbye’s were heard from the Kopitar’s driveway, Kevin carefully pulled out onto the street, heading north to take him and Mariana home.  

Within a few minutes, Mariana reclined the bucket seat, and with the seatbelt still on, shifted herself to lay down on her side facing Kevin, using her bag as a pillow.  She was fast asleep seconds later.  

Kevin would glance at Mariana every so often as he drove, moving his hand from the steering wheel and rested it on her hip.  Much like he did the night before, he drove in silence as he tried to make sense of how he could feel so strongly about a woman he literally just met the day before.  He searched his memory throughout their time at the party.  He thought of how much he adored being near her, and how she reciprocated every touch, every smile, and every kiss he gave her.  When he spoke - she listened so intently, making him feel as though he was the only person that existed.  

But on the flipside of all the wonderment he felt towards Mariana, Kevin also thought of all the cliche warnings that he had heard (and believed) throughout his life.  The one warning stuck in his head at that moment was “If it seems too good to be true, then it probably is.”

Was Mariana that?  Was she too good to actually be real?  Had he not felt the same about Kristen when he first met her?

Stopped at a traffic light, Kevin watched Mariana sleep.  She had not moved an inch for the entire drive.  He looked around at the beautiful interior of the car; every inch of chrome was polished, the leather pristinely cared for, and the gauges all in perfect working order.  Mariana and her father built and maintained this car together, and she kept it that way after he passed.  Kevin thought about when Mariana had talked about restoring something as opposed to tearing it down.  He remembered pieces of their conversation with how Mariana sacrificed a piece of the company she built, for someone she thought was worth it and in the end betrayed her.  

Kevin had an epiphany that Mariana was the type of person who valued people and things, much in the way that he did.  Any risk of spending more time with this woman would be far outweighed by the reward, if his assumptions were correct.  

And with that thought, Kevin decided he would allow himself to enjoy getting to know Mariana, if she indeed felt the same about him.

[azzifuddsgirlfriend]

You do know azzi is actually bi right? she had the flag painted on her face

I know, I was just saying that her bathing suit was the lesbian flag colors, also it was a purple blue and pink rainbow no?

[resident-gay-bitch]

Hello there, I’m in genuine need of more fandom / online friends so like, if you also want more friends, here’s some info about me and maybe we can be friends? <3

My names Jay, I’ve recently picked it for myself (and then realised I could have possibly had an even cooler name Bo which is the shortened of my middle name and now im cursing myself for not realising it sooner and questioning weather or not to do a switch cause idk if Bo or Jay suits me better?!!). I’m 20 and FtM, and I go by he/they pronouns primarily but I also don’t mind if you use any others :)

I’m also Australian so yeah idk if that’s a selling point or not

Oh and I’m labelled as queer, I guess, but dude sexuality is confusing. I’ve recently been going down the aromantic / asexual spiral of questioning but I’m so unsure of everything I really suck at telling the difference between platonic and romantic feelings. I’m also somewhere in the sapphic spectrum I believe. So if you can relate to this mindfuck in any way that would also be rad.

I write fan fic for the Marauders Fandom (sirius is my everything and I’m also a tall sirius truther) and also Stranger Things but primarily Steddie for that tbh.

I’m also in the Good Omens fandom, as well as a few others more casually and don’t write fic for them :) recently I’ve been starting to watch JJK cause my best friend is really into it

My favorite two movies of all time are Rocky Horror Picture Show and Cars. That probably tells you a lot about me to be honest so do with that as you will :)

My favorite musicians are David Bowie at No. 1 (my lord and saviour), Maya Hawke, Hozier, Radiohead (im not a red flag I promise), Conan (I’m seeing him on fri wtf), ooo and I’ll add SOAD cause I’m really into them this month. But it’s ever changing really and there are too many to choose from, I’d say they’re my most listened to though :) I am chronically listening.

Uh I’m gonna spitball some more facts about me this is kinda hard:

I’m the eldest of 4 kids 💀 one of them is 5 years younger than me 💀💀 the other two are 6 years younger 💀💀💀 (I love them sm the annoying shitstarters)

I love to draw and make art but I suck at anatomy and colour theory it makes me want to rip my hair out (and I wanna be a fan artist so bad)

I’m attempting to learn bass but I also cannot commit to learning the bass (I blame my sibling for keeping it in their wardrobe so I forgoet it exists)

I am 90% sure I’m neurodivergent I just cannot really afford to get that diagnosis rn ya know?!

I did ballet & dance most of my life 🤯🤯 (now I’m a bartender and my old ballet teacher is a regular at the sailing club I work and now I look queer and cunty as hell and every time she sees me she just stares in disbelief and fake smiles it’s hilarious)

I still sleep with my childhood teddy :( I love her she is my one thing I would save in a fire. Her name is charlotte and she’s probably 3 years overdue for a bath but I love her

I’m fucking weird about stars - the shape not the astrology - like I love them. I see them and I get very excited and I draw them everywhere (you can probably tell off all my master lists, they all have stars drawn on the title strips 😭) I just really love them they’re so cute. I almost named myself Star actually

I’m a sagittarius. I don’t know what that means but I know it means a lot of things to people so hopefully it’s good things!

My favorite colour is green but more so earthy and cool greens. I love a good scrumptious yummy green, something mossy something sagey. I have a green wall in my room and it’s very nice to look at.

I lived abroad for a little bit as a teen in Vietnam which was amazing and I’m planning to move somewhere abroad again next year hopefully (seriously get me the hell out of SA)

My biggest dream / goal / career choice for most of my life was to be an actor but now I’m just kinda existing with no real drive or purpose in life. But I might pick acting back up now I’m becoming more comfy with myself and my gender :) my dream role is to play Frank from Rocky.

Uuuuuh that’s all I can think of :)

So yes, I hope I have appealed to your interests in one way or another. And if you’d maybe like to be friends please don’t hesitate to send me a message!

Maybe tell me a cool fact about yourself?

Or if you’re too shy to message first you could just add a random comment here or say something in the tags? I’ll message you! <3

Also if you have anymore questions I am trying to be a bit more of an open book, I love when people dive in with the nitty gritty so if you have strange questions I’ll probably be very excited to answer them lmao

Anyway, I hope you have a lovely day random people in my phone I hope to befriend <333

[hux-and-gay]

The Domhnall House

master post

(I typically call it the main house)

I don’t rly know how to build in sims nor did I particularly want to take the time so I moved my sims into the Cypress Terrace located in Willow Creek

I then edited the layout and customized the bedrooms to fit the characters. I left the common rooms untouched

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Hux’s Bedroom

3rd Floor Master Suite

his room has sense been edited to have space ship style windows.

As you can see his room is primarily black with pops of color in white gray red and an occasional blue, meant to resemble the interior of a first order ship as well as his own style. Everything is very classy, clean and modern looking aside from the more Victorian style furniture to add to the overall expensive feel of the room. There is also a tactical map above his desk again to play into the sci-fi theme, and his computer chair is meant to represent a throne which he very much deserves. he also has a large bathroom with a tub because I believe he deserves a bath and would enjoy them. He also has a coffee maker in his room for easy access. He will abuse it. And of course, the famed ice blue couch.

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Tim’s Bedroom:

3rd floor. Across the hall from Hux

His is just pretty basic. I didn’t really know what to put in his other than a clock and a wardrobe that would be big enough for him to stand in. So that is pretty much all I did. His room has since been made smaller. If anyone has any ideas of what to add to his room, please let me know.

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Bill’s Room

Second Floor

his room was one that I added entirely to the layout. I am aware that Bill is probably the Weasley that could most pass as a Muggle, so his room probably wouldn’t look as much like it was from the wizard world, but I just really wanted to give it that Harry Potter feel so I leaned into that. I also got a lot of Harry Potter custom content for making this room. I decided on Red because Bill is a Gryffindor though I could see him liking a deep blue or purple. I tried to make it look as if it was a part of the burrow. He has a nice antique desk where he can work on his curse breaking, a broom over by his bed, a snitch on the table, a chocolate frog on his drawers, a Gryffindor pendant on his wall, amongst many other Harry Potter Easter eggs, including Ron Weasley’s bed. I know that doesn’t make much sense because he’s not Ron but it fit the vibes and who is to say Ron’s bed wasn’t hand me down. he also has a bi flag on the wall because I headcanon him as bi, he has a dragon plushy because he rides one in deathly hallows and his brother Charlie works with them, and I was actually able to get the Weasley family photo as CC so you can see that on the top of his dresser.

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Stensland and Techie’s Room

second floor across the hall from Bill

starting off with Stensland‘s portion of the room. I wanted to make it look well, lived in kind of eclectic and retro. he has a couple weird things scattered around like the gnome on the flamingo that I just think gives Stensland vibes. There’s also some clothes on the floor because let’s be real it Stensland. and he has his vintage TV so he can watch Dawson’s Creek, as well as a jukebox so that he can do all of the dancing that he wants. My friend also suggested getting glass Bongs as CC so I did and they apparently came with other weed related things hence the weed pillow by his couch.

Then we have Techie’s corner which they were apparently sleeping in when I took this photo. I kept everything quite yellow to fit their color scheme even if they probably did not have much of a choice in wearing yellow but I digress. They also have plenty of electronics and a tactical map, and of course, cute fairy lights, and a little projector of a planet, because it’s both pretty and fits in with the sci-fi tech vibes, and I think they would like a nightlight like that to help them fall asleep. Their corner is quite small because I feel they would feel safer in a more confined space.

for their bathroom I tried to combine their styles by making it look retro, but also sci-fi esc, obviously continuing the pops of yellow as it’s next to Techie’s corner. I also made sure there was a large bath. because Techie deserved a nice bath. ——————————————————————————————

Thomas Mcgregor’s Room

First floor suite

Thomas kind of has his own little apartment. I tried to make everything look very cottage core, and like it was part of an older home to try and fit the vibes of the McGregor house from the movie and also just the vibes of Peter rabbit in general. You enter his room from the kitchen and there is a little mudroom that leads to the bathroom, his bedroom, and out into the garden. Which I thought was perfect for him. I did not change the layout of this bedroom. I made sure to include lots of nature related things, especially rabbits obviously. Even though he has a love-hate relationship with those. I also gave him an easel and canvases. I know that was Bea’s thing but it’s for the vibes. He also has a lot of children’s toys in his room because he wants to start his own toy store. And a telescope because he likes birdwatching and there weren’t binoculars so that was the next best thing. The doors on the wall next to the telescope lead out to the outdoor pool. He also has a punching bag because of the boxing scene in the second Peter rabbit movie. I also later got custom content of a bunch of vegetables, and I didn’t even know that so I now have vegetables littered around his room. But overall, everything is pretty neat and in place because we know Thomas would lose his mind otherwise.

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Ash’s Room

the basement

I wanted to add an attic to the house because of something that happens in the episode that I won’t spoil, but it wouldn’t let me so if there’s a way, I couldn’t figure out how to do it. So instead, I added a basement because that seemed close enough. I tried to make it look pretty dingy and old looking. I didn’t really include much personalization because he’s an android. But I did put a robot head on the table to pay homage to that.

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Thomas Burberry’s house

his house is still on the property so it’s still considered part of this building even though it’s separate. I did this partially because the house was getting crowded and also to make a joke of how little we know about Thomas Burberry because he’s a character from an ad so I separated him from the rest of the characters. this is the first ever building I built from scratch on Sims so I did not know what I was doing. I didn’t even leave enough room for a bathroom so there’s like a separate outhouse type thing behind it.

I tried to make it look like it was part of the 1800s very industrial and very elegant with dark colors to fit the vibes of both the add And the time period. I included things like the ship in the bottle and folded piles of clothes because based on the ad, it seemed like this guy was doing some thing with trying to make waterproof clothing for the Antarctica or something? I could be wildly wrong. I have not researched the actual Thomas Burberry. But I think everyone will agree when I say that that ad should’ve been an actual movie.

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@blackberry-command-cap

@lavendergarnet

@huxkisser

@rommonoch

@misbon-god-of-mischief

@fizzydreamz

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