#doris speed

[max-e-doodle]

Arthur Leslie as Jack Walker & Doris Speed as Annie Walker.

Coronation Street original cast from 1960.

Artur 1960 to 1970. Doris 1960 to 1983.

[classic-corrie-things]

obsessed with this outfit, the duchess sure did know how to accessorise ✨💅

(episode 1054 - 22nd feb 1971)

[barbnumber1fan]

i think they have another runner (I colored it, rageous!john dory has a canonical color scheme

I LISTENED TO BROZONE’S BACK WHILE DRAWING THIS AND IT WAS A SURREAL EXPERIENCE.

imagine a remix/remake of brozone’s back at the end of the movie with rageous!john dory… starts screaming

[talkativelock]

I had to do a whole bunch of physical stuff this morning and now I don't have enough energy to shower and it's making me depressed. Just spoonie things or whatever.

[notjustjavierpena]

Diner

A/N: My first darkfic and based on that one picture of Pedro in Freaky Tales. READ THE TAGS!!!!

Summary: You get more than you paid for during your visit to a roadside diner.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, non-con, degrading language, condescending language, blood and violence, threats of violence, forced masturbation, forced orgasm, forced creampie, reader does NOT enjoy this! 

Word count: 3.3k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52941784

Diner

Something about roadside diners makes you feel like you are in an alternate universe. It starts the second that you step out of your car and onto the asphalt, a weird sensation of not being in the real world overtaking you as you listen to the cars drive by at a dizzying speed. There are a few cars here already, but you suspect that most of them belong to the people staying at the motel just next to the small and informal restaurant instead of people eating dinner. It is late after all, so late that you can see you are just in time for a coffee before they close. 

You’ve been driving home in the summer heat for your sister’s wedding, crossing state lines for days now to make it in time, and it means quick dinners, cheap coffee, and sleeping in your car. At this point, you’ve actually come to like the greasy fried food and the coffee that almost resembles tar with how strong it is. It helps you regulate your body temperature in the car, forcing you to cool down because it’s scalding hot in your stomach. 

A tiny bell rings as you walk through the door. The checkered tile floor seems slightly sticky as you move through the place with the taste of stale coffee already present on your tongue as if the setting has triggered a memory. You notice the single customer sitting in a booth along the window, all broad shoulders and sleeves rolled up as he eats two slices of toast with eggs and bacon, but you don’t think much of the man as much as you think about eating breakfast foods at night. It’s always oddly satisfying, weirdly rebellious. 

You squeeze in between two chairs from the line along the counter. You brush away a few granules of sugar from it, smiling slightly as you are approached by what you assume is the only staff at this time. 

“Just coffee?” The lady behind the counter asks as she notices you not looking at the menu and not checking out the pie underneath a glass dome to your left. 

“That’d be great,” you reply.

“And no milk or nothin’?” She continues. 

You shake your head no and look around at nothing of importance the second she walks away to start up the coffee machine. It gurgles a few moments later. 

Behind you, the man has finished his meal. He gets out of the booth to use the restroom, leaving you to sip your coffee alone with the waitress who makes no effort to start up a conversation with you (then again, you don’t start chatting with her either). 

Time passes. The song playing from the radio in the background ends. The stranger reemerges and shakes his hands dry on his way to his table again. He doesn’t sit but instead carries his plate to the counter. 

“Thanks, Doris, great like always,” he smiles, turning to you briefly to acknowledge your presence. He nods in greeting. 

“Anytime, Joel,” Doris blinks at him, batting her lashes. She is clearly infatuated, and you can understand why; the two of them seem to be about the same age. Joel is tall with broad shoulders in an open flannel with a t-shirt underneath, his hands look rough and used to hard labor, and his hair is slicked back by what you don’t know whether is gel or sweat but it looks like he has run his fingers through it several times today.

“Well, I’m off, see ya tomorrow,” he turns to go gather his things at the table where he has been eating. You think nothing more of it.

“Anything else, honey?” Doris asks and you shake your head.

“No thanks,” you say politely, “I’m all good.”

“I’ll have my smoke break then,” she states, untying her apron and hanging it on the wall only to proceed to dig out a package of cigarettes from the pocket on the front, “You can just leave the money on the counter when you leave.”

And then it’s just you and Joel and an eerie feeling settles in your stomach at being alone with a man you don’t know, especially in between cities and even moreso at night. 

You glance over your shoulder to watch him carefully but he is just picking through his wallet to leave a tip on the table. You look straight ahead again and shake your head at how ridiculous you feel about your anxiety, rolling your eyes at how you could think such things about someone who is having eggs at midnight. 

Still, something feels wrong. You steal another glance over your shoulder and see the table with the empty plate, and the crumbled bill beside it. What you don’t see is Joel, which is weird because you haven’t heard the bell from the door being opened and clo-

A rough hand settles on the back of your neck. It grips you hard until it hurts, causing you to crane your neck and gasp loudly into the room. Joel’s voice makes your skin crawl, “Fuck, you are pretty.” 

You hear a deep inhale through the nose followed by a satisfied sigh, “Smell pretty too. Been driving all day alone?”

“What are you doing?” You are frozen to the spot. He has trapped you between the counter, two barstool chairs, and himself. The hand holding you in place is uncomfortable but mostly, its iron grip has started to make you lightheaded due to his thumb and index finger pressing into your carotid artery. It makes you not want to move in case he grabs harder. 

“I just realized that I haven’t had dessert in a while ‘n’ pie just doesn’t seem to cut it,” he replies, breathing labored already from how he has control over what your body can or cannot do. The words make you squirm but you still, for some reason, haven’t thought about screaming for help.

“No,” your voice quivers and bravely you try to decline the offer, “I don’t want that. Please.”

“Afraid you’ll like it too much?” You can feel he has moved his head closer, can feel the smirk in his voice. You feel sick like you might actually puke if you weren’t working on an empty stomach.

“Doris’ll come back,” you reason. 

“She’s closing up in ten,” he laughs as if it’s the most ridiculous thing he has ever heard, “She’ll use every second of those ten minutes to have what she considers fresh air but I don’t think we need much longer, do you?”

You whimper, and then suddenly you’re on the move but it’s not by yourself. No. Joel is hauling you backward, moving you around like you weigh nothing, and causing your feet to stumble several times. However, he doesn’t seem bothered by your clumsiness caused by terror, just uses a bit more force until he can shove you down onto an empty table. 

That’s when you feel panic starting to rise in your body. You start thrashing, grabbing at whatever you can reach on the table to throw it down onto the floor and make a racket. You cry too, shock setting in and causing tears to flow desperately as emotions become too much. This is it, you think, this is what prey must feel when they’re trying to escape.

Joel growls in anger, holding you roughly in place so your efforts are to no avail, “Shut the fuck up. Stop crying.”

You absolutely don’t. That is until your forehead and nose connect with the surface of the table. Joel has pushed you on the back of your head so harshly that your face has been violently knocked down onto the table, and it hurts, prickling in your nostrils and nausea settling more in your stomach. The impact makes you feel dizzy enough to not continue fighting him. 

A sudden taste of iron fills your mouth. You are bleeding from your nose, you realize, and it replaces the salty taste of your tears and drips onto the surface of the table. Pathetically, you try grabbing at anything in front of you and you end up smearing the bloodstains across the white. It’s not the sight that makes you gag but the fact that Joel seems aroused by it. 

“Relax,” he responds to your whine, “‘tis just a bit of blood.”

But that’s not what causes your noise. It’s the position you are in; it makes your ass stick out and Joel’s crotch rests against it whilst he reaches out for your hair, bunching it up in his strong hand and creating a makeshift ponytail to tug on. You try to make sense of what is happening but all you can focus on is how big he seems in his jeans, rock hard against you as he yanks your head up by the hair. It may be your foggy mind’s way of protecting yourself from realizing what this is, particularly because you had a brief thought earlier about how nice his hands would feel if they touched you. They feel horrible.

When he straightens behind you, his free hand starts tugging on your pants. He is rough in his movements but careful enough to make sure that nothing rips, knowing he shouldn’t leave evidence of your ravish behind. 

“Please,” you slur with desperation.

“No begging now,” he purposely misunderstands, “I’ll give you what you need real soon, sweetheart.”

When your pants sit around your knees, he lets the hand go down between your legs. Your mind is suddenly very clear. 

“Are you a virgin?” He asks with a dark smile evident in his voice. His hand skims along the inside of your thigh, and you feel your feet trying to move away. His fingertips are so close to where you don’t want them. He kicks your ankles hard enough to make you unable to breathe, unable to balance on your feet so you can’t even try to flee.

You whimper in reply. 

The satisfied growl he lets out sends a shiver down your spine, cold sweat making you feel lightheaded. 

“No,” you finally manage to stutter out, trying to convince yourself that replying is going to make the heartbeat in your chest less intense as you’ve made yourself less interesting to him. Instead, you realize that you have only disappointed him.

“Just when I got my hopes up,” he tuts, suddenly palming your cunt through your underwear. You want to scream and cry but somehow, you simply cannot and it dawns on you that your body is too scared of making him furious to do your most instinctive act of fighting back, “Can’t say I’m happy, but I am surprised at having a whore on my hands. Wait till I tell the guys back home ‘bout you, they’ll be so envious.”

His fingers curl around the fabric of your panties. He tugs them down your thighs and the fabric snaps at the violent yanks that he does. It was only the pants, you think, it was only those that needed to be saved for keeping up appearances. 

The way the skin of his hand touches your bare thighs feels like fire, and you don’t know whether to feel relief that nothing has happened yet or become hysterical when your underwear sits around your knees too; you know the rest, know what he is about to do and now, you just have to wait for it to be over. 

And then briefly, it’s gone but you don’t dare think that he might have changed his mind but when you lift your head, you can see him in the reflection of the window, sucking on his own fingers to wet them until they’re shiny with saliva. 

“Stay still,” he commands, and the hand on the back of your neck slides down so he can rest his forearm on the small of your back to still hold you down. His wetted fingers go right between your legs to search for your clit, and he presses down on it until you let out a whimper from a sudden state of arousal slowly taking over your body. 

He rubs you off for a few minutes where you fight every single nerve in your body to not enjoy it but suddenly you let out your first involuntary moan, pussy starting to wet against your will and shame setting in. You rest your cheek against the table, tears sliding down over your nose as you occasionally moan helplessly. Your poor treacherous body burns deep below your navel, and the tingling in your core makes you think that maybe, just maybe, it won’t be so bad. 

“That’s it,” he says in a gentle voice, a tone that makes you hold back a gag, “Knew you wanted it, just needed a little encouragement.”

“Please,” you sob, “I can pay you.”

“I don’t want cash,” he replies simply, sliding his digits through your slick, “I want you, sweetheart, and it seems this pussy wants me too.”

Joel’s fingers leave you and you hear him suck his fingers clean with a hum. The air feels cool against your swollen cunt which is so wet by now that you start to believe, albeit barely, that a part of you wants this. How can you say you don’t when you are close to dripping?

“I’m gonna let go of you now but if you try anything, I’ll cut your fucking tits off with a steak knife, got it?” Joel’s threat doesn’t seem empty.

You nod, paralyzed, and he stretches. You shiver at the sound of his belt unbuckling and his zipper being pulled down. There’s a bit of shuffling and then you feel the blunt head of his dick poking into your ass. 

He doesn’t waste his time it seems, because he rubs the tip through your wetness and starts to breach you. Color drains from your face at the realization of his size. 

“No, no no no,” you pant as he pushes into you. He teases you open but only at first; you let out a sharp cry as he enters you fully and with no warning. The head had been a warning of how big he was going to be but now that he is sheathed inside of you to the brim, you feel like nothing could have ever prepared you for his size even if you had wanted him. He kisses your cervix, splits you open, and your cunt clenches in an attempt to push him out and pull him in.

“Fuck,” he moans and draws out the word, “Tight heaven.”

He fucks you like a ravenous animal and you turn into a helplessly moaning mess, held down to the point where your hips are hurting against the table because Joel uses all of his weight to pleasure himself with you. 

His fingers dig into your hips enough to bruise and his zipper gnaws into the back of your thigh. You have never taken anyone as big as him before, and it’s almost an out-of-body experience to be stretched out again and again by him. He swears above you, rhythm faltering, every time you accidentally find a shred of pleasure in his thrusts.

You feel fucked out of your mind but you are stuck there, having to take each bruising thrust that sends pain shooting through your body each time Joel’s cock bumps the back of your cunt (which is every other crash of his hips due to his size). 

“Ah,” you whimper shamefully when he nudges against your g-spot. It takes some of the pain away, and soon, you let out a breathless gasp. Would you actually enjoy him if circumstances had been different? If he’d chatted you up and booked a room at the motel next door? 

You close your eyes, squeezing them shut. It leaves you to focus on the way that your cunt squelches from your wetness, how Joel grunts behind you as he continues driving into you. 

“Listen to that, you really think your whore-pussy would sound like that if you didn’t want this?” He taunts.

“No, Joel,” you say without any tone to your voice.

“You wanna come, sweetheart? Touch yourself,” he pulls you back by your hips a little until you are able to move your hand to your crotch. His thrusts relent and bring you relief from your throbbing and pained muscles. You don’t move, and he grows impatient and cruel. You almost want to laugh at the contrast of his next line but you find yourself too scared of the unknown, “You think you get a choice here, you little bitch? Do it now.”

Reluctantly, your hand slides down between your legs but you still feel relief as you start touching yourself. In the moment, you try to remind yourself of what you like to do when it’s just you alone and you find that your cunt stirs with interest. It’s followed by a string of ahs as you begin to actually enjoy it, circling your clit with determination to finish.

“That’s it, wanna feel you milk me,” his breath is more ragged now. He is close you realize, and he is not going to pull out. 

It feels shameful when you make yourself come, cunt setting off into spasms that should feel beautiful but just makes you hate yourself for enjoying the way they make you feel. You moan louder than intended, completely at the mercy of the pleasure that has been built up deep inside of you and is now coursing through your nervous system.

Joel seems to understand your conflict, radiating claustrophobic warmth as he speeds up his hips as if he is using your body to masturbate with you. His voice is breathy as he talks, he sounds nearly on the edge of coming, “Shh… It’s supposed to feel good. It should feel good.”

He finishes inside of you a moment later, warm and sticky with a looming threat of what could happen from this act. The groan he lets out is one you don’t think you will forget. He gives you his final thrusts, fucking you through each spurt of his cock, “Take it, oh fuck. Thaaat’s it.”

Time stands still after that. You don’t move despite him removing himself from you. Instead, you listen to him tugging himself back into his jeans, the rustling of the denim, and then the noise of his zipper and him buckling his belt. 

After a moment more, his hands pull up off your shredded underwear and then he tugs your jeans up over your hips again. He hauls you up and holds your arms tightly so you don’t fall over once more. You don’t look at him and it seems to infuriate him. With a strong grip around your jaw, he forces your head towards him, “Hey, look at me.”

When you still don’t, he shakes your head a little, “Eyes here.”

You eventually follow through, vision blurry from how much you have cried. He scans your face, “You don’t tell anyone about this or I swear. I don’t usually hunt down pretty girls like you but I will. You go into your car and you drive away. I’ll watch you from here. Got it?”

Your body aches as you nod but your expression is blank, even when Joel pushes you out of his grip so you stumble and even when you see him stuff your panties into his pocket. 

“Go,” he snaps when you’re still immovable. 

You don’t know how but suddenly, you’re walking out the door, barely noticing where your feet hit the ground, and doing exactly what he has said. You probably shouldn’t even be driving let alone on the highway but you do until you feel nothing at all except his come dripping from your aching cunt.

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[kaciidubs]

#LALALALA_Challenge

❣ Summary: Minho really wanted to see stays do the LALALALA challenge, so you decided to take a shot at it too. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 748 ❣ Warnings: Fluff, humor, reader can't dance, supportive bf! Minho, appearance of SoonieDoongieDori ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Lee Know is referred to as Minho, Min, and Lee Minho, reader is referred to as kitten and darling, barely edited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

"Cross, down, cross, down... right- no, left? Left, right, left- up?!"

Groaning softly, you snatched your phone from it's propped position on the TV stand and swiped your thumb across the progress bar, watching the video rewind to the beginning of the tutorial yet again.

Was this your personal hell? Yes.

Were you determined to get this choreography down to impress your dancer boyfriend? Also yes.

You knew the exact moment your fate was sealed for the evening; stumbling across a clip of your boyfriend encouraging thousands of stays to learn the dance and participate in their comeback challenge - and who were you to shy away?

You were a stay, too, which meant you had all the right to attempt the challenge!

Now, if only you didn't have two left feet and the memory of a hamster, then maybe this challenge wouldn't have been so... challenging.

Listening to the extremely familiar song play through your phone again, you watched as the Instagram reel of Minho go on, eyes locked onto every calculated, practiced movement his body made to the rhythm of the song and the mental count of each step.

"Right, left, up-right, left, swing arms down..." A soft meow sounded behind you, the brief interruptions keeping you sane for the past 10 minutes of practicing. "Soonie, you'd think that dating him would give me some magical dance ability, right?"

Another meow, one that sounded oddly sassy, practically telling you that 'We both know that's not how it works'.

"You could've just humored me like Doongie, you know." You mumbled, watching as the clip continued onto the slowed down version of the tutorial, "Okay, let's do this!"

Propping your phone up again, you followed along with his mirrored arm movements, simulating the steps with your upper body as best as you could - you already foolishly attempted the full body test three times, and after nearly twisting your ankle, you decided half your body would suffice.

"Left arm block, chest explode- la, la, la, head nod- la, la, la, la-"

The chorus played out and you sighed heavily, arms sore and your once comfortable t-shirt feeling all too heavy - it had to have been attempt number four, maybe five, and you were finally getting familiar with the normal speed.

"Kitten."

"AH!"

Nearly jumping out of your skin, you spun around to see none other than the same person you were painstakingly following on your phone, watching you with amused eyes and a familiar brown cat nuzzled in his arms.

"Minho?! How long were you watching me?!"

"Long enough to see you miscount the same move three times and counting." He smirked, humor sparkling in his eyes, "You're close though, I'm proud."

Huffing, your crossed your arms over your chest, wincing at the slight strain in your right bicep, "You didn't think to, oh, I don't know, tell me you're home? Maybe even correct me?!"

He gave a few scratches to Dori's head before setting him down on the couch cushion, "I texted you that I was on my way home, you were the one who didn't respond! Plus, you were doing so well, I didn't want to ruin your focus!"

"In other words, you liked watching me mess up."

"It's like watching a child learn that they can move parts of their body in different directions at the same time."

You rolled your eyes, pouting as he pushed himself up from the couch and stride over to you; his hands winding your hips and holding you close.

"I meant it when I said I was proud of you, darling," he cooed, pressing a feather light kiss to your pout, watching your lips turn up slightly. "It doesn't matter if you were the worlds best dancer, or the ace of one step out of the whole song - I saw the effort you were putting into learning it and that's more than enough. I said I wanted to see stays learn and try it, I never said that it had to be perfect."

His soft words melted your heart, your body relaxing in his hold with a soft breath as you blinked up at him with soft eyes. "Can you help me fix where I keep messing up?"

Laughing gently, he nodded, "Of course - next, I'll help you put it together with the steps."

"You have way too much faith in me, Min."

"Or, maybe I want to see you look like a baby deer."

"I love you too, Lee Minho."

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[moshpitgamma]

pls write a john dory nsfw headcanons / fic if u can !!! <3 love ur writing!

Sureeee I’m so sorry for taking so long😭

John Dory x Reader||NSFW Headcannons

Warning:sexual themes——————————

🚎He is at least 7.5 inches and is a grower more than a shower.

🚎John cums a lot. I mean he’s literally a bussing waterfall.

🚎He doesn’t like to be quiet during sex so prepare for little compliments, jokes, and loud, deep and rugged moans.

🚎When y’all fuck Rhonda rocks👀

🚎(Act like they have phones in this)If you send a spicy pic to him with your location, this man if full sprinting to it. He’s there in about 5 minutes.

🚎His kinks are spanking, bdsm, edging, and food play. Y’all can’t tell me he isn’t the type of man to put whip cream on his body and let you lick it or vice versa.

🚎Will sneak up behind you if you’re bending over and just rub his hard bulge on your ass.

🚎Loves when you sit on his lap. It usually ends in a hot makeout session with you doing cowgirl.

🚎He is a totally ass and thigh man. I also headcannon he like bigger people and just loves to leave hickeys and love bites on their thighs.

🚎He loves to take risks, so if you wanna have sex in a crowded place, he’s there holding you up in the corner with his hand over your mouth to muffle the slutty sounds coming from you.

🚎John can last about 3-4 rounds. If you’re up for more he’s just letting you overstimulate him.

🚎He is 100% a top but bottoms out when he’s tired.

🚎Morning sex is a MUST. He’s just rubbing you through your panties/boxers while you’re still sleep just to hear your sleepy moans.

🚎He loves to have unserious sex but if the mood is DEEP, he’s stuffing you and making this experience as loving and serious and possible.

🚎Since he’s been in Rhonda for 20 years not having to worry about his growth down there. He’s hairy and doesn’t really shave or maintain his hair until you say something. If you don’t then you’re fucking a beast.

🚎loves to mark you and makes you wear clothes that show them. He will even ask you to do the same to him and he’ll show it with pride.

🚎If y’all met in his band days, he would take his anger out on you and angry sex with him would just make you immobile and shaking with pleasure.

🚎His biggest turn ons are you wearing his clothes, doing things for him, or you literally scolding or yelling. (He loves a feisty s/o)

🚎If you pull his hair while he’s giving head, he’s going max speed and has an adrenaline boost right then and there cause he’s making his s/o feel good

🚎His aftercare is IMMACULATE. He will fix you a snack, give you some water, and run you a bath. Once you’re taken care of, he’s knocked out like a light right on top of you.

THE ENDDD😘😘😘 (Do y’all actually enjoy my content?)😲🥺

[storydays]

You could give poppy and viva a brother!reader,you don’t have to but you could

My WHAT?!

Viva and Poppy X Brother! Male!Reader

Clay X Male Reader

“Oh my gosh, HeeLllOOOOOO!!! My name is Viva and It’s so fantasamazing to see other Trolls!” The yellow haired Troll squealed, hugging everyone before getting off track and having girl talk with Poppy, when another figure appeared behind Branch and John Dory.

“Oye, don't mind Viva..” The brothers yelped, turning to see a orange skinned male Troll dressed similar to Viva, except he was wearing a crown on his blond head, and he had dark bags under his eyes. “She’s been like that since we were trollings.”

“Mi gemelo melancólico everyone, (Y/N). He’s the moon to my sun.” Viva and (Y/N) shared twin grins. “Whatever, we’re being rude.” (Y/N) offered fist bumps and high fives to the new Trolls, as Viva called for fries and milkshakes. “Lights on for our new friends, Putt Putt Trolls!”

You were chewing on a fry, ignoring the group, even when Clay arrived when you heard the familiar ping of a Hug Time bracelet. “Hug Time!” You chirped with Viva and hugged the nearest Troll which happened to be Clay. He laughed softly, patting your head, ignoring the looks his brothers’ were giving him. 

You stopped squeezing the green haired Troll, and popped up to Viva’s side, as she looked closer at Poppy’s hug time bracelet. “I’m sorry, what did you say your name was again?” You wondered, looking closer at the pink haired Troll in front of you.

“I’m Poppy.” “Okay, another random question: is your Dad King Peppy?” Viva asked hesitantly. 

“Um, yea.” You and Viva had different reaction: she squealed loudly and hugged Poppy and twirled around happily. You smiled softly, eyes misting, as Clay whispered to you, “Are you okay, cariño?” You nodded your head as you walked forward to hug her Poppy much softer than Viva did but still as sweet.

“(Nickname), our hermanita is alive! And she’s the Pop Queen now?!” Viva squealed again as you held Poppy’s face in your hands. “You’re really alive, Popstar. And wow! You are so grown up now and absolutely rocking that queen look, lil sis.” You gush, excitedly flapping your hands up and down and tapping your feet.

Poppy gasped as she remembered hearing a soft voice calling her a Popstar. “It was you!” You tilted your head, curious to what she was talking about. “I’ve always remembered a voice and a warm smile calling me Popstar, but Dad used to say it was in my head. I have a sister and a brother? I was just saying this! Wasn’t I just saying this? How could I not know about secret siblings!” “That is so Dad.” The three of you chorused giggling amongst yourself.

You took a step back walking backwards as Clay’s arm wrapped around your waist, watching Viva and Poppy talk at rapid speed. Something about planning events and best friends? Before you realized it, you were singing softly with your sisters’, catching up, and watching Clay hang with his brothers’, fighting the smirk on his face.

You found yourself curled up into Clay’s side as you got to know his brothers, while Viva and Poppy ran off towards Viva’s house for sister time. 

You frowned hearing about the danger Floyd’s in, for a number of reasons. You were tired of hearing bigger creatures bigger that Trolls abuse Trolls for any reason.

It’s why Viva and the other Putt Putt Trolls made you their king.You’d do anything for Trolls to ensure they could live peacefully. But you also knew it meant Clay and Poppy were going to leave.

You’d seen the way she and Branch looked at each other, and knew where one went, the other wasn’t far behind.

It’s how others’ described you and Clay. But you also knew that Viva wasn’t going to let Poppy go easily. 

You pulled Clay’s arm making him stop mid explanation.. “Amor, you and your brothers’ should get going, before Viva tries to–” You gasped as the door came down with a heavy thud. “Stop you.” you trailed off, sighing and resting your forehead on Clay’s shoulder. 

Maldita sea.

Translations:

Oye= Hey

Mi gemelo melancólico = My broody twin

cariño= sweetheart

hermanita= little sister

amor= love

maldita sea= damn it

Part 2?

@vacayisland

[thebubblesareevil]

Family grows, it evolves…

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

There was a new exhibit on Ancient Greece at the museum, and as the resident expert Diana was given free range of the exhibit. Normally this wouldn’t be an issue, normally the League doesn’t find a clone of one of its founding members and spend a, frankly, ridiculous amount of time deciding how to proceed.

Diana sighed as she looked at the large room filled with artifacts needing to be catalogued before display. She lamented not having the same speed as the flash for but a moment before getting to work. It was 5:00, if she wanted to get any sleep tonight, she needed to get to work.

She steadily made her way through stacks of paperwork, working with the efficiency that was drilled into her since birth. It had been hours since she began her work, and though she tired, she resolved to head home to get changed for the next day. It wasn’t until she made her way from the basement that she realized something was off. Doris was sitting at reception, though she should have left at 8:00, the sun was still high in the sky, not yet ready to make its decent.

“Calling it an early night, Diana?” Doris asked “Big day tomorrow! Finally setting up the new exhibit. I can’t wait to take the kids, they’re so excited to see it.” She said with a wide smile. Diana surveyed the desk, catching a glance the clock. There in bold numbers and as 7:00pm, she smiled as she replied.

“I finished things up sooner than planned, so I thought I’d head out for the night. I need to get dinner started before my guest arrives.” Doris’ face nearly split in two.

“A guest, is he handsome, oh how could you hold out on me Diana!?” She said excitedly “I need all the details!” Diana laughed.

“Nothing like that, my Grandfather decided to pop in for a surprise visit. I haven’t seen him in quite some time, so it’s a lovely surprise.” Doris nodded along.

“You’re a good grandkid. I miss my grandparents everyday, you never know how much time you’ve got.” She said with a sigh. “Have a good night!”

“All the time in the world.” She said to herself, checking her watch and grinning. It read 4:30 am, she yawned as she left, making her way back to her apartment.

Everything thing was silent when she arrived, though that was to be expected at this point. She wade her way to the kitchen passing by the figure on the couch.

“Would you like some tea? Do you drink at all?” She inquired.

“I am perfectly capable, though I rarely indulge.” He replied in a monotone voice, if she had been anyone else she like would not have caught the edge of sadness clinging to his voice. Diana set the kettle on the stove and made her way over to the couch.

“Something troubles you, something big enough to approach me after all these years.” Clockwork smiled “You’re much sharper than your father ever was” the smile dropped.

“You are aware of the multiverse.” He said, Diana nodded. “As the Master of time, I bear witness to each world, each time line. There exists a world where humans built a bridge to the Infinite Realms, creating a being both born and killed by the infinite.” Diana gave him her upmost attention. “Sometime ago I was tasked with the elimination of this creature, this child, to prevent the tragedy he would bring upon that world.” He smiled “I was never one to listen to orders though, and instead I set the boy on a path that would bring about great change… it had unexpected side effects.”

“What kind of side effects?” Diana asked, worried.

“He began to cling to me, seeking me out for advice. I even found him asleep in my clock tower more than once. I have admittedly come to see him as my grandson.” Clockwork have a soft smile “He reminded me so much of you when we first met.” He sighed “I am here to ask a favor, young Danny is approaching a crossroads. There are two possible paths his timeline might take, one where he lives of the rest of his years moving between living in dead, his truth hidden from those who wish him harm. However there is another path, one I fear is becoming more and more likely than the last.” Diana had never seen her grandfather look so old, his entire form shifting to match his tone.

“What is it? What is going to happen?” Clockwork looked at her with sad, tired eyes.

“He will be betrayed, from this betrayal he will suffer such agony that the Realms themselves will retaliate. Then he will sleep eternal, bound to the infinite. His world destroyed.” Diana gasped. She placed a hand over his,

“What do you need me to do?” She asked firmly.

“Should the worst come about, I intend to steal him away from that world. Cutting off its connection to the realms permanently. However he is a being of both life and death, he cannot neglect his human half. What I ask of you is this, that you allow this boy to stay here, with you. There is no one else I would trust with such a task.” Diana hesitated.

She was a warrior, trained for battle from birth. She knew nothing of caring for a child. She thought her grandfather intended for her assist him in battle but this…. She looked at her grandfather, his sad eyes resigned, as though he expected her to refuse.

“Very well, on one condition.”

“Anything my dear.” She smiled.

“You must visit more, when last we met I told you I needed time. You gave me that, now I ask once more for time, time spent together.” She nearly jumped as his form shifted to that of a child.

“Nothing would please me more.”

“And grandfather? Should the worst not pass, I would still like to meet tho cousin of mine.” Clockwork froze, before he practically melted.

“Of course.” His form shifted once more to that of a young adult. Diana smiled pulling her grandfather into a hug.

“Thank you.” He whispered and he was gone. The kettle screamed. Diana got ready for a long nights rest.

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A week passed before she heard anything from her grandfather. It was to the night before the opening of her new exhibit and she expected everything to go as planned. Just as she was picking out what she was going to wear to the gala, the sound of cars outside her window stopped.

“What do you think? Red or black?” She asked as she turned around holding the two dresses. Her grandfather stood tall, a stern look on his face. Diana set down the dresses. “It happened, didn’t it?” Clockwork nodded. Making his way towards the living room he stopped by the couch. There, asleep on her couch was a young teen, not much older than some of her teammates protégés. He had pitch black hair and pale skin, with lightning scars crawling up his neck. He chest did not move.

“He’s not breathing!” She turned to her grandfather, but he appeared unbothered. He smiled, watching the boy sleep.

“As I said before, he is a being of both life and death, sometime pieces of one form bleed into the other.” He turned to Diana, “He needs his rest, as for your first question, the blue dress will suit you much better on this occasion.” Diana gave him a soft smile.

“Come, I shall make us some tea while you tell me more about my cousin.” Clockwork nodded, taking a moment to readjust the blanket around the teen, before heading to the kitchen.

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When Danny woke, to the sound of people talking he had a horrid migraine. He did his best to ignore the pain as he tried to remember where he was. The last thing he remembered was a dream of his parents yelling and the GIW knocking down their door. He slowly sat up, looking around the room, every wall was covered in pictures. Danny slowly stood and made his way over to the pictures. They all took place over varied times, ranging from, at the earliest, the 1920s all the way to the 2000s. All of the featured the same woman, she remained unchanged even as those around her grew old.

He listen to the voices, one familiar, one not, as he made his way towards the source of the noise. When he opened the door he was greeted by the familiar face of Clockwork. Next to him was the woman from the photos just as unchanged.

“Good afternoon Danny, did you rest well?” Danny did his best to disguise his flinch at the sound, grinning at the old ghost.

“Just fine thanks, what….what exactly happened? Where are we?” Confusion dripping from his voice.

Clockwork looked Danny in the eye, what he said next nearly broke him.

“I’m so sorry, Danny.”

Danny’s legs almost gave out under him. “It happened didn’t it? They tried to turn me in, to the GIW. That wasn’t a dream.” The ancient stayed silent, Danny's eyes went wide. "Is Jazz okay!? She... she was upstairs... if they hurt her!" Clockwork stopped him.

"Your sister is fine, they were only there for you." Danny took a deep breath, trying to process everything.

"So what comes next? Where are we?" Clockwork looked at him with a deep sadness.

"We are in a world separate from your own, connected by the Infinite Realms. I saw the possibility of what was to come and made arrangements. Due to the crimes of your world against you, the Observants and myself decided the best course of action would be to remove you from your world, and cut the living off from the Infinite Realms entirely." Danny looked down, resigned to knowledge of what they planned to do to him. "As you know, as a half-ghost you must tend to both sides of your being." Clockwork turned to the woman, "Danny, this is my granddaughter, Princess Diana of Themascyra. She has agreed to have you stay here, with her." Danny frowned.

"Your granddaughter? But she's...uhh" he paused, not sure how to continue. Diana laughed.

"Alive? Yes, I do believe I am. I'm assuming my grandfather has neglected to explain his past life" Danny nodded "How much do you know of the stories Ancient Greece?"

"More than most I think, there are a lot of constellations named after the myths. That and it's hard to visit Pandora and NOT get an hour lecture on Greece" Diana's eyes went wide.

"You know Lady Pandora? How wonderful, I grew up hearing stories of her bravery!” She smiled “That being said, that will make things a bit easier. My mother is Hippolyta, her desire to have a daughter was so great that she molded me from sand, Zeus, king of the gods, used his power to give me life.” Danny blinked once, then twice.

“So…you’re a Demi-god? I don’t understand how that makes you Clockworks granddaughter.” Diana smiled. “I mean, I know Clockwork probably used to be Chronos, Jazz and I had a whole debate about that, but what does that have to do with Zeus?” Diana smiled patiently.

“Danny, Chronos is the primordial god of time, yes?” Danny nodded “Okay, well he is also the primordial form of Kronos, the father of Zeus, my father.” Danny froze, looking over to Clockwork who merely nodded, as though Danny’s brain was currently trying to shut down. After a moment the dots finally seemed to click.

“YOU ATE YOUR KIDS?!?!”

Clockwork sighed, Diana laughed, Danny had a mental breakdown.

It took close to five minutes for Clockwork to fully explain as Diana grinned in the background drinking her tea. Once he calmed down, Clockwork finished continued expaining.

"As for your ghostly half, I will be providing plenty of ectoplasm for you to eat as well as bringing you to the Infinite realms each week until you learn to create portals of your own." Danny nodded.

"What about school? Or hell, anything really. I don't exist in this world, how exactly do I go about doing anything?" Clockwork smiled.

"I called on the power of the ghost writer for any legal documents and I personally filed them in the proper time period to ensure you have what you need. I have given those to Diana" she nodded "as well as giving her legal custody of you. As far as the law is concerned you are her recently orphaned cousin. Son of her estranged Uncle Haiden and Aunt Penelope, who tragically died a few days ago." Clockwork smiled, rising from his seat.

"I'm afraid I have over stayed my welcome, I think it's best I take my leave and allow the two of you time to acquaint yourselves better." Danny stopped Clockwork, giving him a hug he whispered.

"Thank you." Clockwork gently carded his fingers through his hair before stepping back.

"If either of you need anything, just ask." and he was gone. Suddenly there was an influx of noise coming from outside, just enough to tell them that the world outside was moving once more.

Danny stood awkwardly by the chair their grandfather was occupying.

"You know, I don't bite." Diana said, trying to break the ice.

"I do." Danny replied on reflex, before covering his mouth. He looked at Diana, she looked back before they both burst out in peals of laughter.

"This is so weird, what even is my life?" Diana wiped a tear from her eye.

"Well, considering one of my teammates dresses up as a bat and beats up criminals, while another talks to fish, I think it's safe to say neither of our lives can be considered normal." Danny broke out in another fit of laughter.

"No shit?" he asked. Diana lifted a single brow at the term.

"No shit."

"What kind of team are you on exactly? Extreme cosplaying? Underwater battle royale?" Diana smirked.

"How about we get you some food and I tell you all about it?"

Danny smiled "Sounds like a plan."

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[daisyblog]

Dad Mode

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry is overprotective of Grace and worries about everything.

YN always knew Harry was born to be a father. She watched over the years as he interacted with Lux when they were on tour with the band, how he would be happy to help when her younger siblings, Doris and Ernest were born or how excited he was when they become Auntie and Uncle to Freddie, Lucky and Olive. 

But YN couldn’t help but notice how Harry’s protective side had kicked in at full speed once Grace wos born. 

Before YN and Grace were discharged from the hospital, the new family of three were enjoying some time of being in their baby bubble. Harry was sitting on the chair next to the bed, his eyes glued to Grace who was feeding as she laid in YN’s arms. 

“Do you think she’s having enough milk? How will we know?”. Harry’s voice was full of worry as he watched YN take to motherhood like a natural. “It’s not like a bottle is it? Where you can see how much she’s drinking.”.

YN glanced up to find a frown written all over Harry’s face as he was deep in thought. “Will you stop being a worry pants!”. She couldn’t help but laugh. “You know earlier when she came off the boob herself?”. Harry nodded. “It meant she’d had enough and she’s really calm and content when she’s feeding.”. 

Harry’s shoulders relaxed at YN words, her reassurance working instantly. “Yeah, that makes sense…m’sorry, I just want everything to be right”. 

“I know you do”. YN couldn’t be more grateful for Harry. “How about when we’re home I can express sometimes and then you’ll be able to feed Grace too?”.

Harry’s eyes lit up with excitement at the idea. “I’d love that!”: 

---

Whilst YN was preparing for Grace’s nighttime routine, and cuddling the little one in her blanket, Harry was running her a bath. 

“Babe? C’mere!”. Harry’s voice was heard from the bathroom. YN, with Grace still cuddled in her arms, padded across the hall. 

“What’s wrong bubs?”. YN watched as Harry held the little baby soap in his hands, reading the back of it. 

“How much of this should I put it? I don’t want to put on much…but then I don’t want to not put enough in….but I’ve read the back and it says a tiny bit…but what’s a tiny bit…it’s all too confusing”. Harry didn’t take a breath, YN could see the worry in his eyes.

“Bubs…take a breath…and relax…just put a little drop into the water and that’ll be enough”. YN calmly explained and watched as Harry added some nighttime bubbles to the baby bath. 

After Harry checked the temperature was safe for Grace, YN placed the little baby into the water and they both laughed at how relaxed she was as she laid there, her small blue eyes piercing up at them. 

After Grace’s bath, YN was sat on the rocking chair feeding her as her little eyes slowly closed as she quietly went to sleep. Harry was stood leaning against the doorframe as he watched his wife and daughter. 

“I’m sorry”. His voice was gentle, not wanting to disturb a sleeping Grace. 

“Sorry for what?” YN couldn’t help but wonder what Harry was apologising for. 

“I know I’m being silly and too much when it comes to things with Grace.”. Harry looked down as he spoke. 

“Aww bubs…you’re not being silly or over the top…you’re being a good dad and just wanting to do everything right”. YN reassured him.

YN walked over to be closer to Harry. “Here…take Grace and enjoy some cuddles!”. 

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YN was woken up with a sound of a floorboard creak, as she squinted and tried to adjust to waking up, she could see Harry’s figure looking into Grace’s crib. 

“Harry? Bubs?”. YN whispered, aware that Grace couldn’t be awake because she usually cried. 

“I-I…I thought I heard Grace make a noise”. Harry rearranged the blanket before he got back into bed. 

“Talk to me bubs.” YN invited Harry to cuddle into her. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”. She ran her fingers through his hair. 

Harry didn’t say anything at first, just traced patterns over YN’s skin on her arm as he thought deeply. “I feel like I’m in constant worry mode..I’m worried about messing up or if Grace is okay…I just can’t stop worrying”. 

“I understand…but you do know that you’re the only person I’d want to parent with and you’re the best dad to Grace…and you’ll be the same with our future babies…so treat yourself with kindness”. Harry chucked at YN’s use of his lyrics. 

“Are you ever going to stop using lyrics in serious conversations?”. Harry smiled as they were still cuddled up as one. 

“No…now get some sleep before Grace wants cuddles in the morning with the best Daddy!”. 

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[sunnystrollblog]

John Dory : So I got this amazing plan!

Branch: We fail almost every time you say that.

John Dory : Well this is the same! But with a hamster involved.

John Dory : I have a plan.

Branch: I have the hospital and Bruce on speed dial.

Floyd: Can I ask you for a favor?

Branch: I would literally die for you, but continue.

Floyd: We need to talk about you starting sentences that way.

Clay: Seriously, Branch, how many people would you have killed if we’d asked you to?

Branch: That’s not important

Clay: I DISAGREE.

Bruce: John Dory , I am questioning your sanity...

Floyd: I never questioned it, I knew his sanity was missing from the start.

Bruce: What's the most illegal thing you can do with one dollar?

Branch: Exchange it for a hundred pennies, put them all in a sock, and then beat someone to death with it.

Computer: Please enter a password.

Clay: *types in Branch*

Computer: Your password is too weak.

Clay: How fucking DARE YOU-

John Dory , after getting a job as a life guard: Hmm... I wonder what those things at the bottom of the pool are..

Bruce: THOSE ARE PEOPLE DROWNING!

Floyd: I lost Branch.

John Dory : How did you LOSE Branch?!

Floyd: To be fair, he is very small.

[sseomtada]

stick [lewis hamilton]

you show lewis how to drift like a local.

warnings: 18+++ | wc: 5872 | part: 1/1

a/n: this was supposed to be finished in time for suzuka. anyways..do Not tell my dad why i really asked about his driving days...#pureresearch

“I keep hearing the word hashiriya, what does it mean?”

His question came as you hiked through the narrow path he’d been apprehensive to take at first. You didn’t blame him for that. If someone you’d reached out to only a few months ago on Instagram offered to take you to an obscure location in a foreign country in the middle of the night, you’d be constantly looking over your shoulder too.

“That’s what they call us, street racers. Well, not you.” You squinted at dim lights in the distance. “We’re almost there.”

He scoffed in disbelief. “Am I not?”

Your steps quickened in an effort to leave the chilly air and meet the engines purring not too far off.  Lewis was right beside you, his ears perking up when he registered the sound as well. It made his shoulders relax.

“Someone who drives in a highly regulated series that leaves no room for imagination or creativity is not hashiriya.” You laughed.

“Hey! I drift a little too…” He joined in.

Just before reaching your destination, you stopped and stepped in front of him. If he didn’t want to completely stick out like a sore thumb, some pretext had to be given. You were also vouching for him. So the last thing you wanted was to be teased by your group for bringing a full fledged newbie on their run.

You held out a hand. When Lewis looked at you with confusion, you sighed and grabbed one of his. The way your dad taught you was a mix of tactile and visual. Something about that always worked better for you and seemed to for the other drivers you helped.

“What you do is more manji, that’s when you fishtail or high speed drift.” Your finger moved down the middle of his palm, veering off left at his knuckle.

His eyes followed and then met yours. “Is that not what we’re doing here?”

“In my team, we do choku dori. It’s like sliding back and forth.” You zig-zagged your finger down his whole palm. “To do this style you need to have complete control, full trust in the car and yourself, and a bit of madness.”

Lewis nodded, but the tension had returned to his shoulders.

“We’ll do a few runs at the port before heading out.” Your hand closed around his, squeezing reassuringly. “Any other questions?”

“Actually, yes.” He aimed a thumb back at the direction you walked. “Why did we park down there?”

That made you smile sheepishly. The thing about what you were doing was that it technically wasn’t legal, and by that you meant it fully wasn’t. Drifting itself was permitted by law, but ripping through Osaka’s narrow, weaving mountain public roads? No so much.

“It’s a safety precaution incase the cops show up. Some stay behind to use the road cars to bail us out. We hide them because of plates and registrations - don’t need those present in a lot with a bunch of tire marks.” You tried to explain in a way that wouldn’t make him too anxious.

Ya!

The greeting echoed from your leader who waved from the hood of his car. You returned it and began to jog over. When Lewis was noticeably trailing further behind than before, you spun with a cheeky grin, goading:

“You coming or not, pretty boy?”

His laid back demeanor immediately returned at the name you’d jokingly began calling him after his initial DM. It was the first thing that came to your mind. Professional drivers in F1 were so polished with their well maintained images and brand deals, far from anything in your world. On top of that, well, he was objectively gorgeous.

Lewis caught up, challenging gaze meeting your own. He looked like he was contemplating a comeback that would make you eat your words. Ultimately, he knew just like you did the only way he could do that was behind the wheel.

Everyone size him up as he came into view. They were aware of who he was, but his status meant nothing in this crowd. He received respectful greetings and that was about as far as it went for acknowledgement. If he wanted the same praise he got on race weekends, he’d have to earn it.

Turbo charged engines fire up all around you. Gasoline and clutch fluid fused into the crisp, cool air, burning tires soon marring the sky with smoke. You crept up on your mechanic who jumped, nearly banging his head on the underside of your open hood.

“How’s she looking?” The last run was pretty taxing, you’d barely lugged it back to the garage before stalling.

“Like 90’s Pam Anderson after the improvements.” He smoothed his hand over your black Silvia.

Your eyes rolled, “What do you have for my friend?”

“TO4Z HK5 freshly installed in this san ni.” He motioned at the Skyline next to your car.

Lewis took a walk around to check out the vehicle. You saw him smile as he noticed the paint job was fresh, body now wrapped in a deep purple. It made you jealous. Your car still wore some of the scars from the last barrier you kissed.

“Let’s see what you got!” You hurled in his direction as you slid into your driver’s seat.

Vibrations shot through your body once you started her up. Since you were just testing how she felt more than anything, you didn’t push much. The rears were working just like you wanted them to. They grappled for traction on the straights and as you swung left, you got the perfect amount of oversteer to whip into the night’s first drift.

Behind you, Lewis was stressing his own cylinders. You cut your engine and leaned out of your window to watch him. He was admittedly good, better than you expected. To go from handling a car where a sliding rear was an issue to one where it was essential, and to do so with precision, wasn’t a small feat. He rounded off his practice run with a Scandinavian flick that resembled your own, though he was a bit shakier on the entrance.

“Wanna try something with me?” Your finger ran along the edge of his window.

“Sure, what?” Lewis breathed heavily, still on a high from having his body thrown about.

“Tsuisou.” Your cheeks rose.

It was tandem, when two cares drifted together. With his skill level, you think he was ready to have a go at it. Practicing extra precision would also help him when you took to the steep, weaving road.

He looked unsure at the suggestion, which was actually a good thing. If he had been too eager to give it a shot, you might’ve changed your mind. It was among the most dangerous forms of drifting should drivers lose control. You had faith in him though.

“Think about it as a dance. Just follow my lead.” Your hand gave his door a pat before you jogged back to your car.

She was in way better condition than the last time you drove her, another reason you wanted to do this. You shot down the lot’s makeshift circuit and swung your car into the first corner. Right as your instincts signaled that you’d reached the limit before you’d spin out, you straightened up to build momentum.

You continued. Drift left, drift right, left once more and straighten. Once you’d completed your lap, you pulled up beside Lewis and caught his eye. He gave you a thumbs up. With a wolfish grin, you peeled off again.

Your car was half a length in front of his and then cleared it with about that width in between. As soon as you pulled the wheel right to swing the Silvia out in the opposite direction, he did the same to his Skyline. The short left drift entered a long right and into an even more extended left as you both turned the corner.

He was nearly there, his front windows level with your back. Going into the next turn, you repeated the same action - short left for the set up, long right to really provide the push and then, magic.

Lewis lined up perfectly beside you. For a split second, right in the heart of the corner, your front windows were level with your cars barely a few feet apart. You swore you heard him cackling loudly before you tore down the straight to prepare for the next one.

The feeling was exhilarating. There was no space in your mind for worries that stressed you out on the daily when the beast of a machine you wielded demanded every inch of it. The freedom in those seconds you let the car just be all that it is, your hands hovering barely an inch above the wheel while in full lock, was incomparable.

And getting to do that alongside him made this night one of the best in your life.

Everyone turned their high beams on, signaling that they were headed out. In your rear view, you could see Lewis brimming with excitement. A far cry from the man who looked so apprehensive on your walk through the desire path carved wilderness earlier.

Soon, Osaka’s night sky was buzzing with a hive of engines combing through its mountains. Rocky hillside blurred by your vision on the right while shining barriers leading to the forests’ black abyss went by on your left.

A symphony a cars played out to no other witnesses but the ones behind their wheels. Every inch on either side of the tarmac was used as you slid, never feeling fear creep in even as your Silvia’s nose threatened to meet the apex of a bend.

Once uphill, you followed the leaders who burned puffs of smoke while hard breaking in preparation to go back down. The large hand break lever found itself under your forceful grip to spin your car in a one eighty to a full stop.

You leaned out of your window once Lewis pulled up behind you in the same manner to shout:

“This is the fun part, pretty boy!”

With that, you dropped the clutch and your rears broke traction. Going downhill was like opening yourself up to the world, a rollercoaster in the most maddening sense. Your speedometer had been rendered useless by the controlled chaos of your speedy free fall. You imagined this was what a deity felt like as your hands guided the car to become a pendulum.

Down the hill, hazards before you flashed in warning to slow. You did the same for Lewis trailing close behind and finally took a second to breathe. A sense of ease filled your racing heart while you passed by some of the others drivers. Aside from one hanging rear fender and a few broken tail lights, everyone would be making it back home in one piece.

“So, what did you think of your first real drifting experience?” You asked Lewis while you drove him back to his hotel.

“I honestly can’t even find the words it’s…” His eyes reflected the city’s lights. “Brutal and beautiful all at the same time.”

That was a good way to describe the craft in many senses. The cars themselves were crude instruments on the inside, often chimeras of sorts with mismatched parts and missing pieces traditionally found in vehicles. That was hard to tell from the exterior. The group you ran with took pride in expressing their creativity through vibrant wraps, lights and embellishments.

Drifting itself was nothing short of vicious. Tires were shredded through like paper and engines with decade long lifespans were shortened to about half that. But the moments you created with car, that raw, incomparable sense of liberation achieved when you weaved - would last until your dying breath.

“Now you sound like a hashiriya.” You beamed proudly.

He chuckled and settled into his seat, head nestled comfortably against its rest. It wasn’t long until you pulled up to his fancy accommodation. You expected nothing less of an F1 driver than staying at the W.

“Are you tired?” Your gazed raked down the column of his neck.

“Not remotely.” Lewis cracked an eye in your direction. “If you’re not, do you wanna join me for a drink?”

You squinted. “But you don’t.”

“I never said it had to be alcoholic.” His retort came cheekily.

He’d clearly been waiting for his turn to one up you with banter. You were anything but a sore loser though and would never argue when you were wrong. The keys to your road car ended up in the hands of a valet as you found yourself the one walking with timidness into his arena.

It hit you rather belatedly that there was no need to be self-conscious. At this time of night, any censorious glares you might’ve received were absent. There was no one around to make you feel out of place in your oversized clothing.

Steps echoed as you walked with Lewis through the pink lit welcome tunnel through to the lobby with its geometric shaped roof to elevators. The only bar open at this hour would be the one in his suite. You obviously knew that before handing off your car, possible implications included.

To your surprise and his credit, Lewis had been very respectful during your time with him. You were a flirtatious person by nature and it often made you end up having awkward conversations with friends later. He didn’t seem to read too much into your vampish manner of speech. While your energy was met, no boundaries were ever crossed by him.

“Are your views always like this?” You gawked once entering.

Your feet quickly slipped out of your sneakers before you raced to the three paneled floor to ceiling windows. The room was so high up that you cleared the top of every other sky scraper around, their lights glimmering like thousands of stars.

“I want to say yes, but not always.” He chuckled. “Sometimes it’s nothing except clear skies and the bluest water you’ve ever seen.”

You scoffed and turned to face the main living area. Aside from the table with two high stools you were perched at, there was a sofa and a round accent chair. You flopped down onto the buttery leather couch while he popped out some glasses.

“Water, soda or sparkling juice?” Lewis listed your options.

“Juice all the way.” Something sweet but not as saccharine as soda would go down good.

He poured your requested beverage and chose the same as well before coming over to join you where you sat. Your glasses clinked with a quick cheers, the drink going down smoothly despite its bubbles.

Lewis picked your mind about how you got into your own form of racing, which was a stark contrast to your actual job. Like many of the other guys on the scene, the origins of your obsession was found in your father.

Every free moment he had away from his main responsibilities were spent on building out his car and taking it to the tracks on weekends. Your mom was extremely supportive of his driving, that being the reason she even took him up on an offer for a date.

Once you were old enough, he began taking you out to races with her. Not exactly your typical family Friday night, but it was perfect in your eyes. Your first time behind the wheel came a short while after you’d gotten your license. He was right there to guide you slowly, teaching you all you needed to know until you were ready to fly solo.

“How many times have you crashed?” Lewis raised a brow.

You blew a puff of air. “Many, maybe about twenty? I’ve completely wrecked two cars.”

“At least yours aren’t broadcasted worldwide.” He laughed, stretching his arms across the back of the sofa.

“No,” Your knees tucked in so that you sat more comfortably too. “Some were recorded though.”

“Oh, I know.” Lewis shot you a sly glance.

You felt heat rise in your body, mouth dropping open. What an absolute mortifying discovery. Crashes were just a part of the sport, but knowing that he’d somehow found footage showing one of your worst runs didn’t do much to appease your ego.

“Where did you even find that?” You ducked your head slightly.

It wasn’t necessarily an easy task to find videos of your racing online. There were still the odd forums that local drifters used to post clips of meets, but none of them were in English. You would’ve never guessed that he would stumble across one.

“I’m pretty good at falling down rabbit holes when I’m interested in a topic.” His finger tapped your shoulder.

Your eyes were drawn to the touch. You hadn’t even noticed that you’d shifted closer as the conversation continued, your legs angling to face him. Having him this near made your mind go back to a question you’d been wanting to ask, but always shied away from. There was no better time than now to find out while you were face to face.

“There are so many others with more experience, so why’d you reach out to me?” You asked softly, perhaps nervous about how he would reply.

“I went through so many videos and they were all impressive of course, but just in the way that made you think this is cool.” Lewis scratched his beard. “Then I came across a race from two years ago. The driver looked out of their league a bit, clearly up against someone who’d been doing it for a long time. There was this sense though, like they were the predator instead of the prey. And then they did this pass while drifting, so close that only a hair separated the cars, and I thought man, I need to learn from them.”

As soon as he mentioned that, you knew exactly what he was talking about. It was your famous touge, mountain pass, that went viral in an underground sense. Up until that point, you’d never pushed a car that hard but you had to because he was right, your opponent was tough and well respected.

The only way you would beat them to the finishing point was if you pulled out something exceptional. Overtaking while driving downhill on a winding mountain road curve was about as ballsy as it got. You still felt the tightness in your chest, one slip up could’ve sent your both through the guardrails and into nothingness. That was definitely top three in your driving history.

“I wasn’t expecting that answer, but I’m deeply honored.” You rested your chin on your knees.

“What did you think was my reason, then?” His dark eyes scrunched at their edges.

“Hmm, I don’t know…” Your head tilted. “I thought maybe you just wanted a cute girl to show you around.”

“Just because I didn’t add that in doesn’t mean it’s not true.” Lewis didn’t miss a beat.

There was that heat again. Though this time, the reason for its rising was far from embarrassment. It was also the first time you felt yourself flush from a flirty exchange between you two. The atmosphere probably had a lot to do with that.

“So you’re admitting that you think I’m cute?” You found yourself the one testing where the line was.

He shook his head. “You’re way more than that.”

You towed the line a little more, eyes dancing between his own and his mouth as you leaned in. Lewis met you halfway. His lips pressed to yours, sucking them in slightly before he pulled just out of reach.

Your eyes fluttered open to catch his on you, studying the way they clouded over for him. It only lasted a second. You shut them again and dove back in to kiss him once more, with conviction this time around.

He tasted of citrus and felt like the fine bristles of your hairbrush under your fingertips that glided over his jaw. You let your knees fall to the sofa so that you could bring your chest to his, shuddering as one of his warm palms worked up your back.

Lewis nipped at your bottom lip, teeth dragging the soft skin down gently until your mouth opened to welcome his tongue. Shocks went all the way down to your sock covered toes that curled in response to the feeling of it sliding against your own. When he traced the center of your tongue with the tip of his, you groaned with a filthy thought. What would that feel like between your legs?

He pulled you over to straddle him, letting you feel something else in that spot for now. Despite the layers of clothes still separating your bodies, you felt him hardening. That only grew more and more pronounced as you ground your hips into him whilst your tongues twisted - just like your panties grew in stickiness.

“I need you to touch me.” You rasped, forehead pressing to his.

“Show me where.” His breathed into your mouth.

You used your hand to guide one of his beneath the two waistbands until you met skin. Lower they went together and then you hissed when the spot was met. You piloted his digits over your swollen clit in deep, slow circles. Once he picked up the rhythm you craved, your hand retreated.

His cock strained beneath your rotating hips that pressed forward enough for his touch to provide him a bit of relief as he pleased you. You kissed his neck, licking and sucking at the throbbing vein running along its side. Lewis moved his ring finger down to tease your hole and your eyes crossed.

“Yes…” You whined.

He brushed his lips against your temple, letting the digit slip into your walls. You gasped at how easily you welcomed it, coating him with your slick, squeezing as you silently pleaded for more.  He withdrew and switched his positioning to give you just that - index and middle now tucked into you while his thumb played with your clit.

You pulled him in for a searing kiss, moans floating from the back of your throat. The fingers in your pussy curled and straighten in a motion that beckoned you to come undone for him. You’d been doing that from the moment your lips met. All of that combined with the way he still kept that torturously slow circle on your stiffened nerves, and the ball of his hand pressed against your lower belly had you leaning over the edge.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” Lewis murmured.

That threw you tumbling into bliss.

You bit down on his shoulder to suppress your cries and gasps, knees squeezing his hips as you came. Your body trembling over his uncontrollably in the same way it did when you maxed out your engine while in full lock.

“That’s it…” He stroked your hair.

A trail of wetness was left behind on your skin as his hand made a reappearance. Lewis dipped his soaked fingers into his mouth, offering you a taste from his thumb. Your lips closed around it, tongue swirling to collect every trace of yourself before you did the same in a kiss.

He grabbed your ass and stood up, your arms and legs immediately locking around him. You were met with an even more stunning view of Osaka. The bedroom seeming to float in the sky above its gritty infrastructure. It only received a second of your attention though.

You let Lewis undress you from head to toe. He freed your hair from its tie, letting it sprawl like spilled ink across the white duvet after your shirt and bra were removed. You raised your hips to let him get the remainder of your layers, left shuddering under the change in temperature and the eyes that raked over your form.

“God, look at you.” Lewis revered.

You followed his hands that cupped and massaged your breasts, erecting your nipples to their peak. Then down to your stomach and the apex of your thighs. He tugged you to the edge of the bed, kneeling as he marveled at your open, glistening center.

The deep inhale you took would be your last for a while. Even as he tested your readiness with small pecks against your other set of lips, your breaths caught short. You no longer had to wonder what the move he did earlier in your mouth would feel like as he made it a reality, his tongue dragging down your clit to your hole.

Your toes curled against the sheets, legs opening wider for him. Lewis flicked at your entrance before making an arch back up to your pulsating clit. You lost sight of everything, eyes closing while he mapped out your most sensitive parts. Once he knew which areas made your back bow, your abs tighten and your lips part with praise, he hit them consecutively without pause.

He closed his mouth around your cunt, lips keeping your folds parted. There was more than enough ruin for him to play with. Some of it swallowed, the rest of it sucked and spat back onto your clit that throbbed under his tongue’s unrelenting laps.

“Fuck, I’m-“ Your head lifted to catch his eyes already looking back.

You let out a prolonged whine, falling down to the bed again. One hand crept up to your breast, twisting your nipple while the other pushed his head deeper into your pussy. His moan reverberated through you, tongue prodding at your hole in anticipation.

There was no way to hide the noise that ripped its way out of you the second time around. Your head gnashed against the duvet, throat burning as you released a wave of cum into his mouth. Lewis held your thighs that threatened to clamp shut, widening them to keep you bared to him.

“You taste so good,” He slurped lewdly. “Can I have some more?”

Though you wanted to tell him to take as much as he wanted, all you could do was moan and nod. Lewis dove back in to eat you out like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to this plane of existence, your eyes fluttering to the ceiling dimly lit by the city lights below.

He let a hand join in on this occasion. His fingers sank into your hole to their knuckles and dragged their way back out, a glistening thread connecting you two. You watched his tongue curl around the tie before he brought the digits down over your clit with a sharp tap. Electricity shot through you, your mouth opening to let out a puff of air.

“Again, harder.” You panted.

A devilish smile crossed his lips while he did what was asked. A wet smack filled your ears as he spanked your pussy. You jostled, clenched and groaned, writhing beneath him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Again.” You slurred.

Lewis fulfilled your wish, giving it one firm slap that left you levitating. All you saw was white. Your fingers bunched up the sheets on either side of your hips as you sucked in short breaths. And when he put his mouth over where his hand had just been, applying the slightest pressure, you gave him what he wanted too.

You found inhuman strength to retreat your legs from his grip, tucking them until you sat up on your knees. He stood up as you kissed him wildly. Your palms grazed along his beard that was soaked in you before sliding down to gather his shirt.

It joined your heap of clothing on the floor while you worked at his pants, lips trailing down his tattooed torso. Lewis stepped out of his final layers to join you in full undress. What a marvelous being he was, every inch carved to perfection. Especially the ones you took into your hand greedily.

He hissed as you slowly tugged on his cock with fingers that couldn’t even meet around its thickness. Your tongue laid flat over your bottom lip before you brought it to meet his tip, tapping it onto the wet, warm muscle.

The sound he made was just as alluring as he was. You wanted to draw out more of them. So you took him into your mouth and began to move back and forth, working your way down his length each time.

“Just like that, angel.” He groaned.

Lewis threaded his fingers through your hair, neck baring as his head dropped back with a drawn out moan. The sight and tone of him added to flood he left between your thighs. You dared to go further, jaw slackening to take his cock to the point that made you gag.

He retreated slightly, but you reeled him in. You wanted him to feel the softness of the back of your throat, to get lost in it. Air escaped through your nose while you kept him there, bobbing and choking until you reached your limit.

You reared back with a burning inhale, watering eyes locked on his. He ducked his head to kiss you gently, tongues colliding and combining the tastes of you both. Your arms circled his neck, fingers playing with his braids as you brought his body down on top of your own.

In a swift move, you had him on his back. Lewis moaned against your lips at the sensation of you sliding your wet pussy over his cock. You couldn’t help but do the same. It felt so much better without obstruction - fire to your flame, hard to your soft.

“I need to feel you before I go mad.” His heavy gaze peered up at you.

You were on the same page, had been since you ruined your panties on the sofa. Your hips rose and you took hold of him, lining his cock up with your entrance. It was a huge ask of your walls to let him in without protest, but all the work he’d done earlier made it possible.

Still, you gasped against the burn as you expanded to fit around his girth. You dropped one thigh and moved steadily, going past the head to about halfway down. Lewis held onto your waist to help you ease onto his length that slowly disappeared the more you circled your hips.

When you were ready, you released the tension in your other thigh and took him whole. Curses fell past your lips as you bucked your hips that now rested flush against his. You raised them up a bit, your pussy gripping his cock hungrily.

“Fuck, you fill me up so-“ Your words and train of thought became tangled.

He was tucked so deep, stretching your little cunt out so much. It was intoxicating, possessing. You found yourself going further up each time you bounced until he was nearly slipping out. Lewis was a moaning mess under you, eyes screwed shut as the sound of your wetness spilling onto him filled the room.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, pace speeding up. Each time he bottomed out, your pussy swallowing him whole, you cried out. Then he joined in, thrusting up into you as you came down and you lost it.

All you could do was announce to anyone who dare listened I’m cumming, I - please, keep fucking me like that. Your body quivered and you rocked into him, determined to see just how much you had left.

Lewis fought through your clenching walls, grunting as he pinned you to his chest with his arms circling your lower back. Your lips dragged against any bit of skin they could find, teeth grazing to spell out the things you were too fucked out to say.

When he strokes slowed, you took in a shuddering breath. He rolled until you were on your back and pulled out. You whimpered at his absence, but found solace in the kisses he placed from your nipples to your navel.

“You doing okay?” He massaged your thighs.

“Yeah,” You smiled down at him. “Get back in here.”

Lewis chuckled softly, planting a kiss on your hip before he turned you onto your side. Your back pressed to his chest as he spooned you and tilted your head to allow his tongue to twist with your own. The flesh on your leg stood to attention in wake of his touch. You raised it so that he could tuck himself into where you both wanted him to be again.

What a relief it was. The mild ache you felt eased with his languid thrusts, each ending in a satisfied hum. Your head fell to his arm that cradled it. All the energy you had left was harvesting again where he touched you, his fingers finding that same pace they kept at the start of everything.

“Look at us,” Lewis sucked your neck. “How well we fit together.”

Your gaze tilted downward, but it was difficult to see from that angle. He shook his head, teeth pulling on your earlobe as he whispered to focus your eyes ahead. There was a mirror facing the bed that you hadn’t noticed.

Though the lighting was dim, you saw the entirety of what he meant. Your swollen, heaving chest that he kneaded and his cock sliding into your cunt deeply, coming out coated in your hot ether. It was the most prurient sight you’d ever seen - both lips parted, his gaze wandering between them and your own - and all too much to bear.

Instead of your end slamming into you with the force of a freight train, it came calmly yet no less powerfully. Like a breeze that shifted leaves, you were swept up and carried. Gravity defied until you swayed back down to earth, to his arms.

Your eyelids peeled open just as his screwed shut. Lewis pulled out and emptied his cum onto his stomach with a chord that would play in your mind for eternity. Your heart raced in the aftermath, galloping erratically to find its rhythm again. Hard to do when he took your mouth in his with a kiss that still managed to make your raw core throb.

You found your place again in his arms after a detour to freshen up. His hand ran soothingly down your spine as you cuddled into his chest. The lights had disappeared, sun beginning to rise over the city. Osaka’s skyline was something of a contradiction - steel and clouds, mountains in the distance.

Brutal and beautiful.

[thehmn]

They showed Hot Fuzz on tv last night and for the first time in 16 years I noticed that Nicolas’ little cottage at the end has a garden overflowing with flowers while the other gardens nearby just have plain old lawns. He didn’t just love peace lilies. I can only imagine what the inside of his house looks like.

It also just occurred to me that the reason why Walker explains Doris’ sex jokes is because he’s the translator of the group.

Also also, it’s funny how some people got offended because the movie depicts cops as the good guys but it’s implied that things aren’t necessarily better now with Nicolas in charge of the village. Joyce calls him a fascist and he’s repeatedly called out for punishing minor criminals too harshly and at the very end he’s seen wearing black gloves like a movie villain, speeding off to take care of some rabble rousers.

So yeah, the people went from being under the thumb of Frank who let people get away with almost anything so long as they didn’t tarnish the image of the village, to Nicolas who will drop kick you for shoplifting a chocolate bar. It’s not hard to imagine a sequel where another young newcomer who comes from a minority group has to take down Nicolas and Danny all these years later.

It’s a smart movie y’all.

[svngiem-remade]

bff!skz reaction to you wanting to cuddle (lino extra fluffy)

#! — THEIR REACTION TO YOU WANTING TO CUDDLE | w/ bff!SKZ

pairing. bff!OT8!skz + gn!reader

genre. fluff, hurt/comfort, slice of life.

warnings. censored swear words in some, mutual pining in most, mentions of alcohol consumption, cheating & violence.

wc. 4k

note. thank you for requesting this, anon! sorry for taking this long to answer this!

... ♡ | bang chan — airplane cuddles

 The airplane was dark and completely silent, save for the occasional snores coming, mostly, from Changbin sleeping on your left and a couple other passengers around you, and the quiet but constant tapping on the keyboard of Chan’s laptop, which, quite honestly, was starting to annoy you. “Channie…” you whispered, turning your head to your right to face him. Him and his perfect side profile and dark eyes, which reflected the bright screen in front of him. 

You stared as his head lightly bobbed up and down to the rhythm of the track he’d been working on for weeks playing in the chunky headphones he was wearing, and you almost felt guilty for wanting to interrupt him, but you were craving some cuddles from your best friend, and you were going to get them, in one way or another.  

 You lightly poked his arm with your index finger to get his attention, to which he hummed and paused the music to listen to whatever you wanted to tell him. A smile crept onto his lips as he turned to look at you and noticed your small pout. You leaned closer to his ear and mumbled, “Are you almost done?”

 Chan frowned and tilted his head. “Hm, almost. Why?”

 “I want to sleep.” you huffed as you stared at his screen. You still had to spend about 10 more hours in the airplane, and you were going to land very early in the morning anyways, so catching up on sleep to visit the city your best friend and his bandmates were going to perform in later in the day well-rested seemed like the best solution, given that you couldn’t access the internet and refused to pay the airline for some slow wi-fi. 

 He widened his eyes and removed his headphones, placing them on the pull-out table in front of him. “Oh, am I bothering you?” he asked with worry laced in his tone, his droopy, sleepy eyes staring into yours.

 You blinked rapidly, placing a hand on his shoulder as you shook your head. “No, it’s just that…” you murmured bashfully, your heartbeat speeding up. You’d done this so many times already, why were you feeling embarrassed all of a sudden? You cleared your throat and said, “I’m kind of cold and want cuddles.” you blushed and moved your hands to grip the light blanket covering your shivering body, looking at him with hope in your eyes.

 Chan grinned and swiftly turned off his laptop, putting it back in its bag before tucking the armrest between the two of you back into its place. “Come here.” he whispered, his now open wide arms inviting you to throw yourself in between them. And that’s exactly what you did.

 And even if the seatbelt firmly keeping you in your place was not the most comfortable of feelings, Chan’s strokes, whispers, and light kisses on the crown of your head relaxed you instantly, his body heat and steady heartbeat soon lulling you to sleep.

... ♡ | lee minho — sleepy cuddles

 “Hey, I’m back! Thank you so much again for looking afte—” he spoke loudly as soon as he opened the front door of his parents house, immediately clasping a hand over his mouth the moment he saw you deeply asleep on the couch, his precious cats sleeping calmly on your tummy, legs, and chest. 

 Minho couldn’t help but crack a smile and a quiet laugh at the scene, it being so adorable it hurt his heart. He tiptoed towards you, petting you and a now awake Dori on the head once he reached the big couch, the purrs reverberating in your tummy and soft pats waking you up right away. You tried opening your eyes, though the harsh ceiling light Minho had turned on as he walked inside the room prevented you from fully doing that as you were still very much sleepy, so you opted for squinting your eyes to look at him instead. “hi.” you mumbled.

 “Hey.” he replied right away with a grin, taking a step closer to the couch to try to protect your eyes from the light, only to end up tripping on the carpet and scaring his cats away. He sighed as he watched them run away; however, a chuckle escaped his mouth when he turned back to look at you, who were looking up at him with a pout on your face and a shivering body.

 “want cuddles, am cold now.” you whined, lightly hitting his thigh as revenge for scaring the cats away.

  Minho didn’t need to be told that twice, as the next moment he was sprawled on top of you, squishing you between him and the couch. Your sweet scent and sleepy aura soon infected him, causing his eyes to close by themselves and him to slur his next words, “Will you accept this as payment for your cat sitting services?” He rested his ear on your chest, wanting to lull himself to sleep while listening to your steady heartbeat, which was his favorite sound in the entire world. No song, no melody, no nothing could beat the sound of your heart beating and working to keep you alive— keeping you next to him, by his side. 

 A smile crept on your face as Minho slowly started rubbing your sides with his hand, one of yours sneaking to play with the strands of his long black hair as the other caressed his cheek, lingering with closed eyes on the sweet body warmth you were exchanging. “mh. ‘this will do...”

... ♡ | seo changbin — post-breakup cuddles

 “Weren’t you supposed to—” Changbin didn’t even have time to finish his sentence before you threw yourself between his arms, the sound of your sobs filling the hallway and your tears wetting his sweatshirt, making him blink in confusion. Nonetheless, he started rubbing your back soothingly. “Want to tell me what happened?” he softly asked, helping you walk to his bedroom since the living room was completely full of people dancing and drinking their livers away.

 He opened the bedroom door and locked it behind him, walking to his bed and sitting on it with you at his side. You let out multiple shaky breaths as more and more tears fell down on your cheeks, wiping them away with your sleeves before Changbin stood up from the mattress to bring you a big box of tissues, placing it on your side. A sobbed “thank you” left your lips, immediately grabbing one to dab your eyes with it. 

 Your best friend crouched down in front of you, placing his warm hand on your knees, and looked up at you with care and worry in his eyes. He’d never seen you that distressed in the whole two years of you knowing each other— he frankly had no idea what to do, but all he knew was that he hated seeing you like that. And that he was going to beat the living crap out of whoever reduced you to that state. 

 “H-He—” you stuttered, unsuccessfully trying to blink back the seemingly endless amount of tears coming out of your eyes. You sniffled, rubbing your thighs with your trembling hands as you stared at your lap, feeling utterly humiliated. “H-He cheated…” you managed to murmur before weeping once more. 

 Changbin’s eyes widened, and he took your hands in his, rubbing them comfortingly as you clung desperately to his warm palms and fingers, your wet tears falling on your linked hands. All he wanted to do at that moment was storm out of the room and teach your dumbass of a boyfriend the lesson he deserved, but the thought of leaving you alone and letting you fend off your emotions and tears by yourself was not an option. “I’m so sorry, darling.” he whispered, wiping away your tears and caressing your face gently as you squeezed his hand. “Wanna... talk about it?” he quietly asked, and you shook your head. You were sure that you’d throw up if the name that you used to love to say just half an hour ago left your mouth anytime soon.

 You chewed your bottom lip while drying your wet cheeks with your fingers, trying to crack a small smile that came out as a pout instead. “Co— Can we cuddle? Please?” you begged, blinking your eyes quickly as you looked into his dark ones, which seemed to have a layer of tears on them as well.

 “No need to ask.” he immediately responded, standing up and taking both your shoes off before lying next to you, letting you curl up on his side and place your head on his chest. You swung an arm over his stomach and hugged him closer, sliding up to bury your head in the crook of his neck as less and less tears dampened it, your breathing becoming less frantic by the minute. You soon fell asleep, though his hands never stopped rubbing your back and his eyes never stopped admiring your sleeping features.

... ♡ | hwang hyunjin — practice room cuddles

 A soft knock on the practice room door caused a sweaty Hyunjin to look at it with a confused face. “Did someone else reserve the room aside from me today?” he asked out loud to himself, rushing to the door and swinging it open, only to find a smiling you in front of him.

 His frown turned upside down once he locked eyes with you. “Surprise!” you exclaimed, proudly holding a bag of homemade food up to his face. The absolutely delicious smell coming from the colorful bag caused his mouth to start watering, though a loud rumble of his stomach gave away the fact it was dinner time and— “I bet you STILL haven’t eaten anything today, am I correct?” you inquired, squinting your eyes suspiciously when he started rubbing the back of his neck and looked away. “Hmpf. Good thing I’m here then.” you said before shoving him out of the way to enter the practice room. 

 You placed the bag on the black couch, handing the five containers filled to the brim with food to Hyunjin. “Here, for you.” you smiled, enjoying the hungry glint in his eyes. 

  He sat on the floor, opening all of them up and digging in without a word. He was so enthralled in eating, he didn’t notice the dozens of pictures you’d taken of him stuffing his mouth and happily munching. “Don’t you think I deserve a hug for making all this for you?” you asked as you sat down next to him, bumping your shoulder against his with a fake pout.

 “Ew.” Hyunjin side-eyed you, a disgusted glint in his eye and a furrow in his brow making you scoff. “And I don’t think you made all this on your own— this food is so Minho Hyung’s style. I think he’s the one that actually deserves a hug, don’t you think?” he teased, pinching your cheek.

 Busted. “But… But still! I brought it to you! Don’t you think I deserve a little recognition for that?” you whined as your cheeks warmed up, the desperation laced in your tone clear as day. He chuckled, gulping down some of the rice he was still munching on before throwing himself on top of you, causing you to let out a shriek. “Jinnie… !”

 Your best friend circled your waist with his arms and squeezed you, pressing a light peck on your exposed collarbone. “Thank you, love.” he mumbled against your skin before sitting back up and continuing to eat as if nothing happened. As if he didn't just reduce you to a hot mess on the cold floor of the practice room.

... ♡ | han jisung — comforting after a nightmare cuddles

 A thick layer of sweat quickly built up on your forehead. Your breath quickened as your body shuffled from side to side. “Ji... Ji...” you chanted, our lips quickly drying from all the panting, and your words, or rather, your best friend’s name, came out as sobs, as desperate whimpers, flailing your arms around in search of something, of someone to cling onto.

 “Ji! JI! I- PLEASE!” you shouted, tears dampening your cheeks while your body started trembling like a leaf, your anguished calls reverberating in the dark, formerly quiet living room. And thankfully, they finally reached the ears of the person you were desperately calling., who had just finished showering and was doing his skincare routine with some relaxing background music.

 Then, Jisung panicked— had someone intruded into the apartment as he washed himself? Had something happened to you? Why were you screaming? His breath caught in his throat, pausing the music and taking a hold of the baseball bat he always kept in the bathroom for whatever reason, he finally stepped out of the room as he quickly glanced at the front door, which was, unexpectedly, closed. Every single lock was in place, everything seemed in order, but you were still screaming. 

 He rushed to the living room, his heart clenching at the absolutely heartbreaking sight of you crying and screaming his name at the top of your lungs as you were clearly having a nightmare on the couch. Jisung threw the bat on the floor, hurrying to sit down on the couch and engulf you in a much-needed hug. “Hey, hey, hey— I’m here.” he whispered in your ear, cradling your body from side to side in hopes of gently waking you up.

 A few moments later, you slowly started to blink your eyes open, sniffles and sobs still coming out of your mouth as you slightly pulled back from his grip, trying to focus your vision on the man in front of you. “You’re… You’re here!” you smiled, not quite believing the terrible tragedy you’d just experienced was only a terrible, terrible dream. Jisung tilted his head to the side, a confused smile making its way onto his lips. You only shook your head, hugging him again and hiding your face in his broad shoulder. “F*ck, never do this to me again.” you mumbled, to which he chuckled.

 “Don’t you think you can ever get rid of me, hm? It’ll never happen.” he chuckled.

 “I’d never.” you replied with a smile, though you frowned when he ended your hug. “Where are you going?” you inquired, trying to avoid looking at his perfectly chiseled torso and focusing on his glowing dark eyes instead.

 He stood up, putting his hands in the pockets of the sweatpants he was wearing, and slightly hovered over you, saying, “You interrupted my nighttime skincare routine, baby. I’ll be back in a few.” he murmured, wetting his lips as he stared at yours.

 You gulped. The sexual tension between you and Jisung had become so thick lately that you could barely resist the urge to jump his bones. With a light shove to his shoulder, you urged him to go finish his business. “We better cuddle the second you come back, though.” you commanded, and he smirked.

 “Bet.” he winked and sent you a flying kiss, causing your heart to beat faster and your pupils to turn into hearts as you watched him enter the bathroom, which left you with a question— when did the line between friendship and relationship between the two of you blur this much?

... ♡ | lee felix — feel-better cuddles

 “L-Lix?” your voice trembled on the phone, the heavy traffic and bustling, loud city around you making your best friend at the other end of the line fail to notice your distress.

 “Y/N! How’s the date going?” he cheerfully asked as he stirred the food he’d been working on for the entire morning for his friends, who were supposed to get there in about two hours or so, which also included you and your date. It would’ve been everyone’s first time visiting the flat he’d just moved into near the countryside, and needless to say, he was ecstatic.

 You gulped, your eyes burning with tears you’d been fighting off since your date had started yelling and throwing names at you for not wanting to hook-up with them on the first date. “I-I’m so sorry to b-bother, but c-could you please come pick me up?” your voice shook, the small sniffle you let out making alarm bells go off in his head and instantly turn off the stove.

 Less than 10 seconds later he was in his car, a reassuring “on my way” resonating in your ear as you sat on the bench of a busy road, on the brink of starting a full-on crying session. Felix asked you to stay on the phone with him to, as he said, pinpoint your location and find you faster, though it was just an excuse to talk with and comfort you immediately, not wanting to waste anymore of your precious tears for a friend he thought would treat you right; though, from your description of the encounter, they were anything but nice and kind to you.

 Felix clenched his jaw, his knuckles turning chalk white due to how tight he was gripping the steering wheel. “Sh*t, I’m so sorry for introducing them to you. If only I’d known how much of an as—” he begged for forgiveness, feeling so incredibly guilty for putting you in the situation you were now in.

 You shook your head. “You couldn't have known, it’s okay, Lixie. Don’t beat yourself up over this.” you mumbled, already feeling much better than earlier after spilling everything that had happened during the blind date he’d planned. A smile appeared on your face when you saw his car in the distance, waving your arm up in the air to help him spot you. “Could we please cuddle as soon as I get in? I need your hugs.” you bashfully asked him just before he parked the car in front of you, hanging up the call as you got up from the bench.  He smiled at you through the window and motioned for you to enter the vehicle with a nod, engulfing you in the warmest, most bear-like hug you’d ever received from him as soon as you sat down on the carseat. “This is the least I can do for you.” he whispered, placing soft kisses on your head while his hands played with your hair and stroked your back— and you sighed, your body relaxing under his soothing touches and soft hums of your favorite song.

... ♡ | kim seungmin — study date cuddles

 Your head was pounding and your eyes were burning, but you still wouldn't stop typing— not until you felt satisfied with the last statement of your final essay, which you’d scrapped and re-wrote more times than you could count. A sigh left your lips as you quickly re-read it, annoyance taking over when you realized you hated it, which caused you to smash your finger on the BACKSPACE key and delete it, again. 

 The loud noise made your best friend, who was studying on his bed in silence, look up at you with a concerned look on his face. “Hey.” he called out softly, and you hummed, not moving your eyes from the bright screen. “How about we take a break?” he asked, a quick glance at the clock hung on his bedroom wall letting him know you’d both been studying without rest for about five hours. 

 You nodded as you looked behind your shoulders to face his seated figure on the mattress and said, “Sure, after I finish this. Feel free to have a break without me though.” you flashed him a small grin before turning your attention back to your laptop again, but your bloodshot eyes and croaked voice were what it took for him to finally stand up from the bed and walk over to his desk, where you’d been hunching over since after lunch.

 Your furious typing suddenly came to a stop when Seungmin circled your wrist with his hand, which made you look up at him from your seat with a confused expression. “I think you’re more tired than I am, to be honest. Let’s go eat something; you need a break.” he stated as he looked down at you. You scowled.

 “But I’m not hungry—” you protested, trying to wiggle your wrist out of his grasp— however, he tightened it.

 “At least take a nap; you look exhausted…” he insisted with his puppy-like pout, knowing d*mn well it was your weakness, that you’d never say no to his cute puckered lips and adorable frown.

 You sighed, rolling your eyes when he tugged at your wrist, a small ‘fine’ rolling out of your tongue as you got up from the chair, immediately stretching your arms out while Seungmin’s eyes stayed on you, “What? Afraid I’m going to faint or something?” you joked, but he got even more serious. 

 “Might as well; you can barely stand up.” he pointed out, noticing the slight tremble your legs had. You just frowned and bent down to shut off your laptop, blinking quickly to try to keep yourself from falling asleep on your feet, which didn’t go unnoticed by him.

 A few moments later, you were laying with your eyes wide open on Seungmin's bed, in which he carefully tucked you in. He placed a water bottle for you on the side table and took a few steps towards the door, seemingly wanting to get out of his room. You pouted, “Minnie wait.” you grabbed his arm, looking up into his eyes with your teary, tired ones. “Can we— can we cuddle?” you asked, nervously chewing on your bottom lip when he stayed silent. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to—”

 “Move over.” he said quietly, and you obliged. Your heart fluttered when he turned you on your side and spooned you, wrapping his arms around your stomach and pulling you flush to his torso. Your face heated up when he buried his face in your hair, and you felt his hot, minty breath hitting your bare neck. In a brave attempt, you covered his hand with yours, squeezing it, to which he pulled you even closer and tangled his legs with yours. It felt wrong experiencing that type of intimacy with your best friend; however, your pounding hearts beating next to each other were in sync, just like your thoughts and emotions, and at that moment, all you could think of was just how right that moment felt.

... ♡ | yang jeongin — drunken cuddles

 You’d never been a fan of alcohol, and neither was your best friend, but somehow, whenever your friends invited you to dinner, be it at a restaurant or in the dorms, you always got tipsy— if not completely, utterly drunk.

 “Yah! Be careful, you’re going to spill those beers all over yourselves!” Jisung yelled at you and Jeongin, who were having a small, *drunken*, argument over who would be paying the bill later, which was attracting more attention than it should’ve.

 “Why won’t you let— let me pay for you?” you slurred, and a blurry Jeongin sat on the other side of the table scoffed, slamming the glass beer bottle in front of you, which made you gasp and sit up straight on your seat, given that you’d rested your head, which felt too heavy for your liking, on the table.

 “You— You…” he pointed at your scowling face with an accusatory tone, “You already paid for me last time! It’s onl— y fair that I pay for you now!” he hiccuped in the middle of his sentence, half-yelling the words at the end of it.

 You huffed, rolling your eyes, and leaned back on your seat with your arms crossed. Even in your drunken state, you knew there was no use fighting with him, he was going to win anyway. Like always. “Mh, okay— ” you said in defeat, but an idea popping in your head caused a smirk to appear on your face a few seconds later. As Jeongin tried flaunting his victory to the boys, who were struggling to understand whatever he was trying to say, you lightly slammed your fist on the table to grab his attention. “I’ll let you pay i— f you cuddle with me until we all go ho— me.” you gave your ultimatum with a grin.

 He widened his eyes, blinking multiple times as he felt his cheeks flush a deep red. “Why… ?” he shyly asked. Though you were best friends, he barely showed you any physical affection when with your friends, so your request threw him off guard. Not that he minded though.

 You shuffled in your seat and frowned, feeling embarrassed by your drunken boldness. It definitely sobered you up a little. You hid your face behind your hands, a slew of muffled ‘stupid, stupid, stupid me’ coming out of your mouth, until two arms wrapped around you from the side and a chuckle resonated in your ear, a soft peck on your cheek making you open your squeezed eyes. You smiled widely when your eyes met Jeongin’s, ruffling his hair playfully with one hand before hugging him back.  “Ahhh! So cute! Gonna play this video at their wedding!” Hyunjin excitedly said as he pointed the camera at you two, who were now laying on the hardwood ground and giggling and smiling and hushing in each other’s ears with flushed cheeks and a fast-paced heartbeat.

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— #25.08.98 : l.minho / love !

#01 — soonie, doongie and dori are quick to accept you. at your first meeting, they immediately decided that you were perfect for their father. every time you enter minho's house, you can hear the little footsteps of twelve padded paws speeding out to see you. you wonder if you'll be adopting them as your children soon.

#02 — minho has always thought he was hard to love. that is, until you made it seem so natural. even though he's not really all that great at expressing his emotions, he finds it easier with you. easy. it's easy to love you. he loves you.

#03 — minho finds it surprising how he can sit in silence with you for hours, but your presence there makes it perfect. he'll lay on your lap and he'll fall asleep as you curl his hair around your fingers.

#04 — minho can't help it, your touch is just so comforting to him. he loves when you trace your fingers along his skin, slip them into his hands. it calms him down, relaxes him. he loves when you bury your face into the crook of his neck, he loves when you wrap your arms around his waist and, oh, there's just so much you do.

#05 — minho takes care of you. whenever he's with you, he'll crack open crab legs, cook your meat at barbecues and get things off the tall shelves for you. acts of service, you could call it. well, he just likes to call it the way he loves.

#06 — minho noticed that you picked up the habit of his duck lips. he spots you subconsciously pushing out your lips to match his when you're just scrolling on your phone. he decides that they're just too inviting to not kiss.

#07 — minho loves when you remember things about him. he loves when he spots a pint of strawberry ice cream in the freezer with his name stuck on it, when he finds his clothes packed in bundles, when you do things because you know that he likes them.

#08 — around you, minho is transparent. his emotions are raw, true, unfiltered, and equally so passionate and soft. his words fall from his lips in a string, but sometimes you catch him breathless. he can only seem to tell the truth, and the truth is how much he loves you.

#09 — minho likes your reassurance. he likes when your eyes are bleary and your hair is messy and you whisper those three little words. or, not so little, considering how fast his heartbeat gets after hearing it. he thinks he'll fall in love again.

#10 — minho loves you. he loves you so much and he'll say it over and over again. minho loves you.

[nansheonearth]

 A Boston shelter tried a new approach to finding women stable housing. Three years later, its success is clear.

Since launching its stabilization program in July 2020, Women’s Lunch Place says that 97 percent of women who found housing are still living in their homes.

By Alysa Guffey Globe Correspondent,Updated August 30, 2023, 5:51 a.m.

Nancy Edwards in her apartment.SUZANNE KREITER/GLOBE STAFF

Two years ago, Nancy Edwards fell into homelessness after being priced out of rent in Southern California. With her two dogs, Roo and Tink, in tow, she decided to drive across the country with all her belongings packed in her small sedan. Her final destination would be Boston, the home of her only child and the last place she says she received adequate mental health care.

She arrived in Boston in September 2021, and later that month met Lianne O’Reilly, a behavioral health and stabilization clinician at Women’s Lunch Place, a daytime shelter and advocacy center serving people who identify as female.

With help from O’Reilly and Women’s Lunch Place, Edwards, 65, was able to receive the mental health care she needed and took the first steps in applying for housing in the city.

“I was able to make heads or tails out of life and rescue myself from being homeless,” Edwards said.

Edwards is one of 173 clients who Women’s Lunch Place has helped to secure housing since the organization launched its housing stabilization program in July 2020. Three years later, the organizaton reports that 97 percent, or 167, of the women are still living in their new homes.

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Located on Newbury Street in Back Bay, the stabilization program is designed to provide clients at Women’s Lunch Place with wraparound services before and after they receive keys for an apartment, said Doris Romero, the center’s housing and stabilization manager. Often times, women who walk through the doors have a steep learning curve when living on their own and can be evicted if they do not have continuous support.

“The last thing that I want is after getting someone into housing is for them to lose their housing,” Romero said.

Romero facilitates conversations with landlords, property managers, leasing officers, and even other tenants to ease the burden on clients. Each woman seeking housing is paired with a full-time advocate from the organization, and the team has doubled in size since its inception, she added.

For some, the housing search can take years, with some guests only moving into homes now after originally starting a housing application five years ago, said Romero. Other times, partnerships and applications with the city can speed up the process for those who really need housing. For instance, Edwards submitted an application to the Elders Living At Home Program through Boston Medical Center.

“In the application you have to explain why this person needs housing, and as soon as I met [Edwards,] I knew that housing was really key to her stability and moving forward,” O’Reilly said.

As a result, Edwards moved in to her new home about seven months after connecting with Women’s Lunch Place.

“It’s nice and quiet and I feel secure,” Edwards said on a recent Friday in her one-bedroom apartment in the South End.

Nancy Edwards in her apartment.SUZANNE KREITER/GLOBE STAFF

While stabilization programs are not necessarily a new invention, Women’s Lunch Place’s method of keeping tabs on and tracking women it helps find housing is encouraging, because it shows “obvious and dramatic evidence that it works,” said Susan Sered, professor of sociology at Suffolk University.

For the past 15 years, Sered has been following a group of about 50 women in Boston who fall in and out of homelessness. In her research, she has seen women lose housing because of substandard living conditions or abusive men in their life who visit homes and cause trouble — issues that can often be prevented with robust stabilization services.

“A lot of these problems are dealt with before they get out of control,” she said of the system in place at Women’s Lunch Place. “They can provide this kind of really intensive support that can help people get through that difficult period or a difficult incident and hold on to their housing.”

Romero said she poses as many questions as possible to find a strong fit for each individual client.

“Do they want to stay in Boston? Do they want roommates or their own space?”

However, even though the program is run through the shelter, women who seek the stabilization services have their own agency throughout the process, choosing where, when, and what they apply to.

“We can provide them options of different opportunities, but they get to choose where they want to apply to,” Romero said.

Most of the clients would prefer to stay in Boston, Romero said, but that doesn’t always work out. Sometimes, after looking at options in Boston, she encourages clients to look elsewhere, such as the North or South Shore, to set realistic expectations. Romero added that the center has had luck stabilizing people in Medford and Watertown homes.

The stabilization program is unique since it doesn’t end once women get the keys to their new place.

“People really assume like everything’s like sunshine and flowers once you get housed,” O’Reilly said. “And it can be, but for a lot of people it can be traumatic in many ways.”

The length of stabilization looks different for each client, Romero said. Advocates visit the homes of their clients as much as they need to help with everything from setting up cable to finding a church community nearby.

Women’s Lunch Place also assists clients facing possible eviction — a vital component of stabilization services, staff members say.

Estella Green, 55, credits the program for her finding stable housing and avoiding eviction after she had been sleeping on the streets or couch surfing for almost three years.

“I was in a place where I was about to go downhill, but I came here and I asked for help and they helped me,” Green said.

With help from her advocate, Christina Labossiere, Green has lived in a one-bedroom apartment in Brighton for more than two years. Since March, the organization has assisted Green in applying to the city’s Residential Assistance for Families in Transition program, which helps keep households in stable housing situations when facing eviction, loss of utilities, and other housing emergencies.

Green said she loves the apartment, especially the bed to sleep in, but still comes to Women’s Lunch Place almost daily because that — not Brighton — is her community.

“You can relax, be comfortable, and you can always find someone to talk to,” Green said.

Alysa Guffey can be reached at alysa.guffey@globe.com. Follow her @AlysaGuffeyNews.

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