#good luck with uni this week!! rest when you can!

[shibaraki]

uhhhh fatgum anon here sorry i had to study 😗 we love uni

N E WAYS YES fatgum is the kind of guy to:

ask if you want food while he's ordering it and when you say no he gets you something small anyways because he knows you'll want some later when it gets there

have dance parties in the living room with you when you play either his or your favorite songs

does the sock slidey thing on the hardwood just to make you laugh

so! many! jokes!

SNUGGLE BUDDY OMG I WOULD DIE OF HAPPINESS

let's you do his hair and makeup because of course he does he just wants to spend time with you 😖

stands behind you at the gym so no one sees your bum

the hoodies. oh my god the hoodies.

smells good

makes you hot chocolate with exactly 1 marshmallow cause he knows that's how you like it best (food is my love language can you tell 🥲)

and then on the flip side like yeah, he's still a pro hero so ✨ angst opportunities ✨ which i adore because i'm a masochist 🥲

god he makes me so feral he is the golden retriever of all golden retrievers

FATGUM ANON!!!! you’re so right he probably smells so good and I desperately need to wear his clothes I want to be swimming in them……THE SOCK SLIDEY THING… HEAD IN MY HANDS ACTUALLY. he would take such good care of us and be so considerate god these are all so cute I . I am going to think about this forever 😖

[mattybsgroupie]

late night rides 2 | matt sturniolo

contents: fwb; making out; (slightly) choking; oral (f receiving); p in v; use of “y/n”; lowkey sub!matt

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part 1

notes: idk why you guys liked this one so much but here’s part 2 of “late night rides”! not proofread so i apologize for any mistakes but thank you so much for all the love youve been sending me and my stories, it really means a lot <3 posting earlier this week cause it’s my finals at uni! gonna be crazy busy wish me luck!! btw just wondering should i make a taglist? would anyone be interested? lol let me know! enjoy!

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“i told you we gotta stop doing that” i said as soon as entered matt’s car, sitting next to him.

“yeah, i heard the first time” matt giggled, never taking me seriously. “good night to you too, princess”.

“good night, matty” i responded as i buckled my seatbelt, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “what did you tell your brothers?”

“that i was going to watch a movie by myself” he said as he started the car, checking if he was good to go by the rearview mirror.

“are you?” i teased, resting my hand on his right thigh. i could see his boner from miles away and he quickly tensed the muscle on his leg as i caressed my fingers over his jeans. matt stared at me, sarcastic blue eyes answering my question. “yeah? then where are you going?”

“somewhere i can fuck you, y/n” matt raised his voice, but still kept a jokeful tone. i rolled my eyes back and didn’t bother saying anything back, turning on the radio and adjusting the sound. “you look really pretty with that dress” he said after a few minutes of silence.

“but you’re crazy to take it off aren’t you?” i giggled, but matt actually nodded his head in disapproval. “nah, gonna go underneath the skirt” he said as finally found some alley for us to park, turning the car off and removing his seatbelt. “and i won’t even have to remove your panties” matt teased me, opening his door and coming to mine.

as he opened my side of the car, i couldn’t help but laugh at him acting like a gentleman. i stood up and leaned my back on the van, matt’s hands quickly coming to my waist. he smiled before tucking my hair behind my ear, the cold wind making the strands fall over my face. matt then leaned in, softly sealing our lips.

i melted into his touch. always gentle, matt’s digits traveled through my collarbones and shoulder before stoping by my neck, wrapping his fingers around it as he deepened the kiss. my breath instantly got heavier, matt tightening his grip as i bit his lower lip. when he noticed i’d have to pull out to get some hair, he loosened it, moving his hand to the back of my head instead. matt kept placing kisses over my face, soon going over my jaw and biting my ear.

“well, i know someone who likes coming in their pants way more than i do” i had to say. he was teasing me way too much, to the point i’d let him fuck me right there - in that fucking cold weather and in public.

“i might” matt said as he looked to the tent growing on his jeans. “it’s your fault for sending me that bra pic” he confessed, getting closer to me.

“oh, so you were a naughty boy?”

“n-no” he’d always break when i called him boy. baby boy, good boy, pretty boy, naughty boy - all of these would make matt submit in seconds. “haven’t since… last time” matt hid his face from me, snuggling into the crook of my neck. i widened my eyes as i realized it had been two weeks since our last encounter.

“matt” i called, grabbing his face with both hands. his lips were pouty and his blue orbs shiny, cheeks burning red - not really sure if it was from the weather or his shyness. “you don’t have to”.

“like better with you” he cut me off with a sudden kiss, giggling as he backed off like it was no big deal. “let’s get in?” he asked, already opening the back door for me.

i lied down on the seat, much more comfortable than the front one. matt soon entered, hovering over me as he placed both of his elbows next to my shoulders. i knew he was about to burst inside his pants, so as soon as he started kissing me, i traveled my hands down his torso, grabbing his belt and playing with the cold metal.

i closed my eyes, moving one my hands to matt’s neck, tugging my fingers on his curls while the other one stood by his boner, quickly unbuttoning his jeans. i palmed him through his underwear - completely wet. wasn’t even fair trying to tease him in such a situation, aching cock begging to get some relief. as i placed my digits on his waistband, matt suddenly denied with his head. “you first” he said, completely out of breath.

“matty, you seem like you could really use some help down there, hm?” i said, slightly stroking him.

“y/n” matt called, giving a kiss on my neck “i miss you” and with each phrase, another kiss trailed down my collarbones. “your smell, your body” he stopped by my chest, looking at me with puppy eyes, “your taste”.

matt got under my skirt, exactly as he said he would. his lips brushed against my thigh, making me hold my breath and pull my dress upwards. he touched me over my underwear, playing with my clit through the cloth and moving down to my entrance. before i could even think, his teeth meet my panties and matt started to removed them with his mouth. it was painfully slow, his blue eyes staring at me as he finally took them off completely.

matt gave me a long lick, starting at my hole and stopping by my clit before circling his tongue against it, teasing me. my hands went back to his hair, grabbing the curls as i lowered my body in the back seat in order to get some more friction.

matt’s licks got sloppier, his spit mixed with the wetness of my cunt making everything messier. “matt, be a good boy” i moaned and he instantly got it. he didn’t waste time, moving his tongue to my entrance and sliding in, slowly opening my walls.

matt’s grip on my hips got tighter, trying to keep me from moving around so much. i couldn’t help but hump against his face, matt’s nose almost touching my already swollen clit. realizing how needy i was, he quickly changed positions, one of his hands getting near my pussy.

his digits were soon teasing my entrance as his tongue travelled through my lower lips before sucking my clit and making me gasp, throwing my head back for finally getting some friction. as i clenched, he slid his middle finger into my tight hole, quickening his pace at my clit.

matt started humming something i couldn’t hear properly, my mind getting fuzzy as his finger curled inside of me. the vibrations from his voice made my pussy throb and the knot in my lower belly started to get tighter. my hands where everywhere - on his hair, shoulders, my own thighs, grabbing the leather of the seat as i whined. i couldn’t cover my moans anymore, begging for release when he entered another finger in, filling me up entirely.

“i’m gonna-” i was suddenly cut by his deep thrusts meeting my spot, whining loudly as my orgasm crashed down on me without any warning. my legs trembling against matt’s head only made the grip on my hips stronger and he kept on licking my release, making me spasm from the sensitiveness of my clit against his tongue.

matt realized i was getting overstimulated and finally stopped, showing off the biggest smile, face wet and lips red from eating me out.

“did i do good?” he asked, eager blue eyes meeting mine and sealing his lips on my own. i nodded between the kiss, smiling as he gave me a taste of myself.

“i told you’re always my good boy, matt” i said, caressing his hair, matt resting his head in my chest and laying over me. “you’re actually getting too good at this”.

“see? i’m not that naughty. only doing the best for the best” he joked back, giggling. i could feel his cock twitching over my pussy as we spoke, our heats rubbing against each other before he started another lewd kiss. i moved one of my hands to matt’s neck, my thumb applying pressure next to his addam’s apple. matt gulped and unconsciously jointed his hips forward, making me whine for the sudden contact at my exposed cunt. “fuck- sorry”

i loosened the grip on his neck and wrapped my legs around matt’s waist, bringing him closer to me. “didn’t you say you wanted to fuck me last time?” his blue eyes widened and he nodded frantically, wet spot growing on his pants. “so? you don’t want anymore?”

“i do!” matt said, loudest he’d been in hours, as if i was going to change my mind at any second. “i want it so bad i just- didn’t even… bring… protection” he whispered, disappointed at himself, hiding his face from me. before i could say it was okay - it wasn’t our first time and i loved it raw - matt started speaking again.

“i’ll pull it out! i promise, i’ll be a good boy and i’ll take it off” i nodded, reassuring him. “i don’t even have to cum, i can jack off in my hand afterwards i just- just need you. need you so much, y/n”.

i cut him off by moving my hands to his jeans, getting rid of the belt that had been bothering me all this time. matt was now only in his boxers and i quickly wrapped my fingers around his lenght.

matt's cock was rock hard, leaking pre-cum all over his shaft. i pumped him a few times, matt closing his eyes and groaning in my neck before i finally removed it from his underwear. his body kept glued on mine and i could feel matt's tip rubbing against my clit, both of us moaning at the same time.

my nails went to his back, scratching him as he kept on teasing my pussy. “can i?” he asked, not waiting for the answer he knew it would be yes, fuck, for christ's sake, just fuck me and gradually burying himself inside of me. i felt matt's cock stretching me completly, his veins throbbing against my walls.

“you're s-so fucking tight” he said under his breath, biting my earlobe.

“gosh, matt” i whined, trying to get used to his size.

matt started to move his hips slowly, allowing me to feel all of him entering my cunt. matt had been hard since i got into the car, so i knew he wasn’t gonna last long. he rapidly got worked up, not being able to keep the pace of his thrusts, pounding into me mindlessly.

i could feel his dick twitching, bringing me closer to come once more. “wanna cum” he whimpered. “please, wanna cum for you”.

“you can come baby boy, come inside of- fuck, yes!” as i gave him permission, matt released his thick spurt, filling me up with his cum. this threw me off the edge, another orgasm fully hitting me, making me tremble under him as my toes curled and i arched my back. matt panted heavily and quickly got out off me, his swollen tip leaking over my thighs and skirt.

just when we were coming from our highs, matt’s cellphone started ringing. we both grunted, annoyed by the interruption. “i’m not picking it up” he said, looking at me and kissing my cheek.

“you fucked my dress” i answered, coming back to my senses and realizing he had completely ruined it, from top to bottom.

“i’ll buy you a new dress each time we have sex” he giggled, looking at the mess he made. “how does that sound?” i showed him my pinky finger, making he promise me that he could destroy any cloth he wanted if he bought another one. we interlocked our fingers and sealed or lips together once more, laughing at the cheesy act we had just done.

“y/n” he called. “i think i’m in love with you”

“oh, shut the fuck up matthew” i giggled, pulling his hair and moving him off me.

i couldn’t let him know that this caught me off guard. i couldn't say how he’d make my heart beat faster, and i could never confess it out loud, but deep down i knew.

i was in love with him too.

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[wosoamazing]

Leah's Return

Part 6 - Fire on Fire Series

A/N: Sorry this one is short, updates may not be as regular in the next few weeks bc Uni is getting a little hectic... (I know I posted one yesterday but I don't know if I 100% like this so I'm just getting it out)

The game today was the one Leah expected to be making her return, it also was the game your parents had decided to come to. There was some irony in that, as your parents were most likely going to ruin a night that was meant to be fun and celebrate the return of Leah. However you ignored the fact they were there, not even looking for them in the stands before the game started.

At 61 minutes Leah was subbed on and the reception was great. The game finished amazingly with Arsenal beating Reading 6-0.

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As soon as the whistle blew you ran up to Leah and hugged her.

“You did amazing! I’m so proud of you,” you told her as you patted her on her back, “I have to go speak to them now, but I will see you later,” she nodded as said something along the lines of thank you and good luck before you walked off.

You quickly found your parents in the stands and walked up to them.

“Look at you two playing the supportive parent role”, you said as you greeted them, seeing how they had brand new Arsenal Jerseys on which had your number on them, and to top it all off they had Mum and Dad written across the back.

“Y/N, respect please,” You Dad beckoned,

“I’ll decide how I treat you when you tell me the real reason your here,” you pointedly said

“Can we go somewhere else?” He asked.

 “No we are doing this here,” “Well, your father and I are giving you one last chance before we cut you off, you can decide, but there won’t be anymore chances, we will buy you whatever house, wherever you want, and we will pay for all your expenses whilst you study, all you need to do is quit.” 

“No,” you reply, looking at her dead in the face.

“No?” They both questioned, expecting you to put up a fight. 

“No, I’m not giving up the thing I love. Just to fulfil your wishes and your distorted reality. You didn’t raise me anyway so you cutting me off won't do much harm,” you walked off, and made your way into the locker room, quickly having a shower before you jumped in your car and headed home, to start getting ready for tonight, at least tonight you could drink and forget about it all.

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It was later that night and your plan to drink and forget it all had definitely not worked, you hadn’t actually drunk at all, knowing all too well it wasn’t the best idea at all to drown your sorrows but you also felt like shit. You couldn’t believe they came all the way just to cut you off, clearly having no respect for the date that was steadily approaching in two days. You just wanted to go home, however as you were meant to be going home with Leah you didn’t know if that was an option, as this was her night and she should have fun, however as you looked around the bar you noticed Beth and Viv together, so you decided to ask them if they could take you home.

“Can you take me home? I know it’s really early, but I’m just not feeling the best and I don’t want to make Leah leave early.” “Of course, we were thinking of heading off now anyway,” Viv told you and Beth rolled her eyes.

You were sitting in the back seat head resting against the window, when Beth asked if you were okay, and you mumbled a small ‘yeah’ before small soft tears started to roll down your cheeks.

Both women followed you into your home but you didn't question it, you were honestly expecting it, however you just ignored them and walked into your room.

You were scrolling on tik tok when the fifth edit of your parents and you from the game showed up on your screen, with the caption saying how supportive your parents were. Before you could even think you flung your phone out of your hand and it hit the wall

You threw your phone across the room as hot angry tears started to flow down your face.

“Hey, what's going on?” Beth asked as she opened the door, “are you okay?”

“No, but that doesn’t matter, sorry if I scared you, I threw my phone, I didn’t want to see another edit or post of me and them from tonight. People are saying they are supportive, but they aren’t, and I mean I did have my aunts but it’s still different. Knowing your parents are literally throwing millions of dollars at you so that you do what they want. Knowing they disapprove of what you do so much that they would do that. It’s fucked, and it’s fucking unfair,” you took a deep breath before more tears started to stream down your face, “I’m sorry.”

“It is unfair. It is a fucked up situation and you have nothing to be sorry about,” Beth said as she walked up to you, and wrapped her arms around you. You practically collapsed into her, needing any form of comfort. “Should we call Stina?” She questioned

“No,” you had called Stina enough over the past few years, tonight was date night and you weren’t going to interrupt her night, “oh you can go if you want,” you said as you tried to pull out of her arms, getting the sense that she didn’t want to stay.

“No, that's not what I meant. I just didn't know if you would want your best friend or not?”

“No, it's okay, and you're one of my best friends now too,” you admitted, shortly after hearing a sniffle, looking up to see some tears had fallen from Beth’s eyes.

“You’re a fat softy you know that, right?” you told her before pulling her in for a massive hug.

You spent the rest of the evening on the couch with Beth and Viv watching a movie.

[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 3

Eminem x Reader (Y/N) fanfiction

Summary : Marshall and Y/N decide to celebrate a sobriety milestone but bad news get in the way.

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A few weeks went by and you slowly started to adapt to what you could call your new normal. You were getting used to living with your friends and started working on your doctoral dissertation again, while going to meetings and making it to therapy. Every so often, you’d be invited to hang out in the studio with Talia and the boys and spend a couple of hours with them. However, most of your time was devoted to uni work so you didn’t hang out with them too much. In fact, today would be the first day you’d see them in a couple of weeks. If you were honest, you were particularly excited to see Marshall. The two of you had crossed path a number of times since you went on that drive and you always had a good time when you were with him. At that point, it was safe to say you had developed a harmless crush on him. Nothing major, but you did particularly enjoy looking at him and you were always happy to hug him hello and goodbye. You knew he would never be interested in you, so you simply decided to enjoy the sensation of feeling good in his presence.

The night after the two of you went on a drive, Talia had been grilling you with questions, but there was not much to say. The two of you had not talked about it but you were pretty sure she knew about your crush. She knew you too well anyway. Whatever, it was harmless, although she did make sure to always have you sit next to Marshall whenever she had the chance.

That day, you were happy for three reasons : first, it was Friday, which meant you would enjoy the weekend and some much needed rest from uni. Secondly, you were celebrating two months being sober. It hadn’t been without its trials, but you had made it so far and were extremely proud. Finally, you got to see Marshall. You were all smiles when you pushed the door to the studio and greeted everyone.

- Y/N, we have been waiting for you like you have no idea ! Jamal said.

- Oh really ? You asked in disbelief. Is that because you produce your best work whenever I’m around ? You asked with a smirk.

- Kind of, he answered jokingly. But it’s mostly because Marshall has been in a bad mood all day, which usually doesn’t happen when you’re around. So whatever it is, please work your magic and make our life bearable again, I beg of you, he added as he fell to his knees for good measure, in a very dramatic and theatrical way.

- Speaking of the devil, where is he ?

No one had time to answer your question, as Marshall came in the room, looking unnerved and slamming the door behind him. You looked at Talia, whose look confirmed that he was indeed in a bad mood. Everyone was silent.

- Now can we please give it a couple more tries and get that right ? Marshall asked exasperated.

- We’ve been working on that song for hours and nothing good came out, someone pointed out. How about we circle back to that later ?

- No, Marshall said coldly. We can get that thing to sound right and we will.

- Stubborn much ? Jamal asked jokingly before Marshall shot him a death glare.

You didn’t know if Marshall had seen you there or not but you weren’t sure as to whether or not greeting him was a good idea. You just sat next to Talia and stared at your phone as you were trying to finish reading a paper. You didn’t pay much attention to your surroundings before you heard Marshall slamming his head against the mixing desk.

- Fuck. He said. We’re already behind on schedule. This album is going to be my last, I swear. If it ever even gets done.

- You already said that for the last one, Paul pointed out jokingly.

- Yeah well you know what ? I’m soon to turn fifty-two. I’m too old for that shit anyways, Marshall replied.

- Come on, dude. We have our good luck charm here today, Jamal said pointing at you.

You smiled shyly at Marshall, who seemed to ease a little.

- Hey there, he said before getting up to properly greet you. Sorry I didn’t say hi before. That was rude.

- It’s ok, you said as you hugged him. So… last album before you become an accountant ? You know, you could ask my dad for pointers, you said jokingly.

Marshall laughed and kissed your cheek.

- Ok, maybe I was being a bit dramatic and maybe it won’t be the last one, he said with a laugh.

Jamal looked at the two of you in disbelief, yet smiling.

- So he’s been an ass all day, and now that Y/N has been here for ten minutes, he’s laughing ?

Everyone laughed and Marshall raised his middle finger.

- Now that you’re in a better mood, can we PLEASE take a cigarette break ? Someone asked.

- Fine, Marshall said rolling his eyes, as most people left the room and he went back to his seat, scribbling in this notebook.

After a moment of silence, you decided to talk.

- I have News, you said.

- Good or bad ? He asked without looking up.

- Well, you tell me, you said with a smile, proudly showing your newly-earned sobriety chip.

He greeted you with a smile and pulled you in for a hug.

- I’m proud of you, he said before kissing you on the forehead, making you blush. We should celebrate.

- Really ? How so ?

- Dinner ? He offered.

- That sounds good, you said. How about you come tomorrow night ? I’ll cook !

- I’m intrigued, he said. So you’re beautiful, smart AND you can cook ?

- I would also showcase my dancing abilities, but you’d be too jealous, you joked, trying to distract yourself from the fact that he called you beautiful.

The two of you shared a laugh but were interrupted by people coming back from their break. They resumed the work and, thankfully for everyone, Marshall ended up being pleased by one of the versions they recorded.

The next day, you decided to go shopping for your celebration dinner. You decided to cook some French recipe. « Whatever you want, unless it’s frogs or snails » Talia had told you. A while ago, you may or may not have tried to get your friends to taste snails, which ended up in a complete disaster. You were excited to cook and were in a good mood when you arrived to the store. You quickly grabbed the items you needed but the joy left your body when you reached the register and saw Simon - your Simon - kissing a beautiful woman as they were grabbing a few items. He seemed happy as ever. You could not help but stare at them and wonder for how long they’d been together. Something about their demeanour made it feel like they’d been a couple for ages. As you lowered your gaze, in hope they wouldn’t notice you, Simon called your name.

- Y/N ?

- Simon. Hi, you said.

- You look… well, he pointed out.

- I am, thank you, you replied. How are you ?

- Good. Kind of busy.

- I figured, you couldn’t help but say, quickly staring at the beautiful lady he was with.

- I meant with work.

- Oh. Right. Well I’d love to chat but I have to go. Have a good one.

You paid and quickly left the store. For some reason, you felt humiliated, even though Simon had every right to date whoever he liked. After all, you hadn’t been together for nearly three months. Plus, Simon was the very définition of perfection : handsome, polite, successful. Looking back, it was kind of obvious he wouldn’t have trouble finding someone else. And it wasn’t exactly like he made a promise to wait for you either.

Even though you tried your best not to cry on the way home, you sniffled as you walked through the door.

- Baby, are you alright ? Talia asked.

- I saw Simon, today. Kissing someone.

As soon as the words left your lips, tears started to stream down your cheeks.

- Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry ! She said before giving you a much needed hug.

- I know it’s silly but some part of me thought that… I’d get better and we’d get back together and… and…

- I know. I thought you guys were endgame too, she said sheepishly.

She held you for a while as you sobbed.

- Let’s focus on the positive, honey ! Let’s celebrate those two months of you getting better. I’ll help you cook, she offered.

- Do you mind if we reschedule ? You asked. I don’t feel like celebrating. Or cooking. Or eating, for that matter.

- Are you sure, baby ? Marshall should be here soon. I promise we’ll have a good night, just the four of us, she tried.

- Yeah… can you call him and tell him I’m sorry ? I think I should go to my room and rest for a bit.

You apologised once again and left the items on the kitchen counter before going to your room. You changed into some sweatpants and a tank top and laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling. It dawned on you that Simon and you were truly over. Even though you tried thinking of something else, you couldn’t help but seeing him with that girl. She was truly beautiful. Probably more deserving of him, too. The tears wouldn’t stop flowing from your eyes. It felt like a fountain. Deep down, you knew it was your fault. You were the one who screwed up. He was the perfect match for you, you screwed up and now, you’d probably end up alone.

You heard a knock on the door.

- I’m fine, Talia, you said while wiping away your tears.

- It’s not Talia, you heard Marshall’s voice say. Can I come in ?

Marshall ? What was he doing here ? You quickly got up and opened the door.

- Hey, you said. I’m sorry, I told Talia to cancel for tonight. I’m feeling a bit under the weather…

- She told me about your ex, he said. But she thought we should do something to get your mind off things. Come here.

He pulled you in for a hug. He grabbed your face in his hands and wiped your tears with his thumbs.

- I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone’s face so swollen after crying, he said with a smile.

- I know, I’m an ugly cryer, you replied.

- Everyone’s ugly when they cry, he pointed out.

- No, that’s not true. Some people manage to stay hot even when they cry.

- Well I’ve never seen that, he said as he shook his head.

- I’m sure Ms. Perfection over there is still beautiful when she cries, you mumbled.

- Who ? Marshall asked, looking confused.

- The girl Simon was kissing. You should have seen her, Marshall. So beautiful. Tall. And blonde. And skinny. And perfect for him in every way. The opposite of me.

You rolled your eyes at the thought of her.

- As beautiful as she may be, I’m sure she can’t compete with you, Marshall said.

- You haven’t seen her, you pointed out.

- I don’t need to, he shrugged.

He was just being nice and you knew it full well. Still, the compliments made you feel a bit better.

- Why don’t you join Talia and Jamal ? Let me just put on something other than sweats and I’ll start cooking.

- I thought you wanted to cancel dinner ? He asked, looking confused.

- Yeah, but Talia still made you come all this way, so I might as well feed you.

- That’s awfully nice of you, he said with a grin.

- Nice of you to come, you said with a shy smile.

- Anything for you, Y/N, he replied with a serious tone. You can call me and I’ll be there.

- Good thing I don’t have your number, you said with a smile. You’d never live in peace otherwise.

- Let’s correct that, shall we ?

He grabbed your phone and entered his number in it.

- Now you can call me, he said. Anytime.

- Thanks, Marshall.

You gave him a shy smile and immediately rang him so he’d have your number too.

- I can help you cooking if you want, he offered. But I should warn you : I’m not too good at it.

- You’re a grown man and you can’t cook ? You asked in disbelief.

- Well I guess I can prepare food. I even worked as a short-order cook, a long time ago. I wouldn’t call that cooking though. Neither would my kids, he said with a grin.

- I’ll teach you a thing or two, then. Let me just get dressed.

- Why ? He asked. We’re staying in. You don’t have to make an effort for me.

You shrugged and headed to the kitchen with him. Truth was, you didn’t want Marshall to think of you as sloppy. Even though he did not really seem to care.

When you entered the kitchen, you found Jamal and Talia hugging and kissing like teenagers.

- You guys are too cute. I can’t handle that right now, you said.

- Yeah, please don’t rub your happiness in our single faces, Marshall pleaded.

- Sorry guys, I’m too in love with this gorgeous lady, Jamal said.

Both you and Marshall pretended to puke. The four of you laughed and started cooking together while listening to music. You tried teaching them how to prepare some traditional French chicken dish. It was a simple one but you hadn’t exactly been given the most attentive students. Marshall was desperately trying to cut the vegetables correctly (nearly destroying them in the process), while Talia and Jamal kept on making out like teenagers. You ended up preparing the dish by yourself. It wasn’t perfect but the group deemed it to be good enough.

- Don’t worry Y/N. If you keep cooking like that, we’ll find you a husband soon enough, Jamal complimented.

- JAMAL ! Talia shouted.

- Sorry. Wrong timing, he apologised. You know what I mean.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Jamal was really sweet and you knew he meant well.

- it’s good to hear you laugh, Talia said as she grabbed your hand.

- Thanks for being here, guys, you replied. My day sucked but you make it better.

- Anytime, Marshall said.

The four of you kept the conversation going but were soon disturbed by the door buzzing. Talia went to answer.

- Hey Talia. Is Y/N here ? I’d like to speak to her, you heard an all too familiar voice say.

- Simon ? You asked as your heart started racing. What are you doing here ?

[kriffingstars]

Johnny MacTavish; rule breaker

pairing: Johnny MacTavish x Price!Reader summary: You're practically delivered to Johnny, you can't blame a man warnings: verrrrrry slight age gap (I imagine reader to be around 20, Johnny is 26), allusions to sex ;) a/n: You guys!!! I've loved your asks SO much. Hopefully this little interaction tides you over until part two :)

Price's Niece Masterlist

You're in Edinburgh, for a conference at the university about how modern technology can assist in the renovation process of old pieces of art, the case studies being used are newly found renaissance paintings.

It's the middle of the fringe festival, so you were only able to get accommodation for the day before your conference, planning to get the 5-hour train back to London, and then the train home after it had ended.

It's sod's law when after an interesting but long day, all the trains are cancelled. Torrential rain has caused major flooding, and now you're stranded, soaking and without a way to get home.

Price isn't expecting a call from you so early, but after you explain your predicament he transfers you enough for a decent room and tells you he'll sort you out a train, or flight home in the morning.

Unfortunately, luck really isn't on your side because of course everything besides some really sketchy AirBnb is booked. You really don't want to stay there on your own. If you were with your uni friends it would be different, but it was just you who went to the conference, the rest of them more interested in curating than restoration.

Begrudgingly, you call your Uncle once again and explain what's happening. You know he's busy, he's been in meetings all day and you know he's had to step out to answer your call.

Gritted teeth, he tells you he'll sort it, and calls you back a few minutes later.

"Soap's coming to grab you, find a pub and get yourself something to eat on me. I'll give him a text to let him know where you are."

This really isn't the solution he wanted, but your safety is paramount and there's no way he's letting you sleep anywhere potentially dangerous.

The stars aligned in the most infuriating way, practically delivering you to the man he wanted you to stay away from. Soap had too much leave to use up, and so he was taking an extra week at home.

It's far from ideal, and he once again, reminds Soap that he's expecting no funny business.

"Aye Captain, best behaviour I promise." his scottish drawl mumbles through the phone as he hears am engine start.

"I'll even take the sofa."

That does nothing to ease the stress, that the two of you are inadvertently causing him.

It's gone nine by the time Johnny get's to you, the rain still hasn't let up, and he jogs, bag in hand through the front door.

"Bonnie! It's been a while," he greets as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a giant bear hug.

And it has, your communication had dropped in in the last couple of months. Both of you becoming busy, and texts that were once answered straight away lie unread.

He's warm and firm and practically engulfing you. He also smells really good.

"Jesus, you're freezing," he notes as he pulls back, cupping your hands in his as he blows on them to get the heat back into your digits.

Johnny makes it way too difficult to not like him. It's like telling you not to imagine an elephant. The more you tell yourself not to do it, the more you do.

He's kind, funny, charming and ridiculously handsome.

It's even harder when he swaps your bag for his, telling you there's some warm, dry clothes for you if you want to change before you head back to his.

In the bathroom you dig out the clothes, the t-shirt is one of his work ones, with the SAS insignia embroidered on the chest, the same one your Uncle wears. That's not what stops you in your tracks though, it's not the sweats either. It's the zip up hoodie, this one isn't army issue. It's well worn and smells absolutely divine, there's a few smells mixed in together but it's overwhelmingly him.

You lift the collar to your nose, breathing it in again and your chest flutters slightly.

Your Uncle's warnings bounce around your head as you leave the stall, and make your way back to the bar.

They also leave your head as soon as Johnny looks up at you, eyes lighting up and smile softening as he sees you dressed in his clothes. You've still got your hat on, covering your damp hair.

You Price's and your bloody hats he thinks when you get close enough again for him to tuck you into his side, as he leads you to his car.

All to warm you up though, he's simply making sure you're not going to get ill. There's definitely no other reason at all that he wants you as close as possible.

"Thank you again, I don't know what I'd have done if you weren't here to rescue me," It's not meant to be flirty, you're genuinely just relaying your gratitude.

But Johnny lives to serve, his whole life is built around that and he thinks that he'd come and rescue you wherever because the way you're looking up at him is sending him haywire.

No funny business. Yes Sir.

The hour drive back to his flat flies by. It reminds the both of you when you first met, and you don't let him forget how he properly put his foot in his mouth.

"We even look similar!" you shriek as he tries to justify why he thought that a trophy wife was the correct conclusion to come to about your identity.

"Nah, you're too pretty to look like him," Johnny doesn't think before he speaks, but he's glad he didn't this time, because when glances over at you as he checks his mirror he's greeted with you wearing his clothes, face hot, and eyes already looking at him.

It really should be illegal for him to rest his forearm on the ledge next to the window as he drives, one hand on the wheel, the other on the gearstick.

"Nearly here now," is all he says, and you hum in response.

Despite living in a new build, the flat is relatively cosy. Maybe it's just the giant 'L' shaped sofa in the corner that looks like you could sink onto and sleep for days on.

"You take the bed, I'll be just on the sofa if you need anything. Bathroom's that way, toothpaste's in the cabinet above the sink."

He was really looking after you, when he stopped for petrol he grabbed you a tooth brush and some make-up wipes, as well as a packet of your favourite sweets.

He really is making it hard, when he's so thoughtful.

Settling down for the night happens pretty quickly, he leads you into his room. Shows you where the phone charger is and grabs a pair of sweats for himself to change into.

Sinking into his sheets felt so wrong, when you thought about lying in his bed it was never like this. Usually, it involved you under him, trapped between the mattress and his frame as he pulled ungodly noises from your throat. Instead you've got a pretty thin duvet, the man you want as your blanket is sleeping soundly on his sofa.

You don't bother to check the time before leaving the confines of Johnny's bedroom, your throat dry after spending far too long thinking of what you wish he'd do to you.

Creeping as silently as possible down the hallway, you make it to the kitchen, without stirring too much noise from your gracious host.

Unfortunately, Johnny didn't tell you where he kept his glasses, it felt invasive to go rummaging but needs must.

"What you looking for, Bon" Johnny mutters, scaring the ever-loving daylights out of you.

With a shriek, you leap into the air before whirling around. If you thought your heart was beating fast, it's beating faster now because he's shirtless in front of you, sweats hanging low on his hips and he's speaking in the sexiest sleep-filled voice.

You don't even noticing him walk towards you until he's standing right there. Christ, he really is toned.

"I-eh...a glass," your garbled response makes him let out a small huff of air as a smile breaks out over his face.

And if you didn't think that you could become more of a mess, he leans even closer and reaches a hand behind your head to grab the cursed object.

Your faces are inches apart, his nose grazing yours so gently you question if it was even there. In this light, his eyes are darker than usual, and his eyelashes seem a lot thicker as his blinks begin to slow. Your gaze flutters down to his lips, and you can't help but reach up to trace the scar with your fingertips.

When your gaze reaches his eyes again, you're already ruined. He's looking directly at your lips, tongue darting out as he swipes at his.

It's you who makes the first move, capturing him in a searing kiss. The flutters in your stomach have moved their way up to your eardrums, where they pound to be let out.

The kiss is all-consuming, your arms wrap around his neck finding anchor in the hair at the base of his neck. His arms have you pinned in, one snaking around your waist and finding refuge on the small of your back, pulling you closer and the other tenderly cupping your cheek.

"We shouldn't," he whispers breaking the kiss, but instead of backing away like you thought you would he dives in again. More passionate and with more tongue this time, teeth catching the bottom of your lip.

"I promised your old man I wouldn't," once again he pulls away, cupping your face, as leaves open mouth kisses down your neck, stopping to nip at your pulse point, before soothing it with his tongue.

"Johnny," you breathe, chest heaving. He lets out a growl against your throat which sends vibrations all the way south.

"He doesn't have to know."

[milawritesstuff]

could you do jealous! pedri? possibly smutty outcome

A/N: I'm really loving writing Pedri ones lol. Hope you like it.

Warnings: Smut!

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You began to walk out of class when your phone pinged with a message from your boyfriend Pedri, “5 minutes away.” You smiled. This was your last class of the day and you two had planned to spend the rest of the afternoon together since he had been gone the whole week. 

“Y/N!” You heard behind you.

“Que pasa?” You asked your classmate Jose who began to ask about the assignment for the class. “Sometimes I can’t understand her, it’s like she speaks another language.” He said as you both laughed. “I think she gets all of her languages confused,” you suggested which made Jose laugh.

The two of you walked out of the uni. As you approached your meeting spot with Pedri and found his green mini cooper waiting you said goodbye to Jose. “Good luck with the assignment.” You said as he kissed you on the cheek. You began your walk to Pedri’s car who seemed annoyed.

“Amor!” You said leaning in to give him a kiss. He barely looked your way and began to drive. “Is that why you study so much?” He asked.

“Is what why I study so much?” You asked completely confused.

“To spend time with that guy, the guy you kissed.” He said turning to look at you with a pissed off look on his face. You smirked. “Stop it Pedri, why are you acting like I had a full make out session with the guy? He’s my classmate.” Pedri was acting as if he wasn’t a born and raised Spaniard who like you greeted mostly everyone with a double cheek kiss.

“So while I’m at practice or away at games you’re so called studying but actually doing I don’t know what with that cabron.” He raised his voice causing your annoyance to raise as well.

“Pedro Gonzalez Lopez, are you being serious right now?”

“I saw the way he looked at you.”

“But I didn’t. And that’s not what I pay attention to. I only have eyes for you Pedri.”

He remained silent which made you explode because he couldn’t start all of this and now just chose to be quiet. “What about all of those girls throw themselves at you Pedro? Do you think I don’t see the comments on your pictures? I know they send you private messages, I’ve seen you read them. The dozens that wait for you after every single practice, every single day.”

“Well, what about them?” He responded.

“Should I act the same way you’re acting right now every time I see one of them throw themselves at you?” You said. And the truth was it did get to you, they all commented how good looking your boyfriend was and since your relationship was not out in the open you couldn’t really tell them he was all yours.

“It’s not the same.” He said.

You scoffed. “Because I’m not famous? I don’t appreciate you saying things about me that aren’t true. I’m the most loyal person to you Pedro. If I wanted to cheat on you I would have, but I would never do that. I patiently waited to come and reunite with you the year I stayed back in Canarias while you came to Barça. I could have gotten with someone else, but I didn’t.”

He rolled his eyes. “Again with that. I didn’t tell you to wait for me.” 

“You’re being so immature right now Pedro.” You said with a knot in your throat. But you held it off well because you didn’t want him to see you cry, to know he could break you with just his words.

“Can you please take me home? I don’t want to spend tonight with you.” Your request caught him by surprise. “I’m not taking you home.” He said. “Okay then stop the car so I can get off. I can just take the metro.” 

“I’m not going to let you off the car, it’s already dark outside.” He said sternly.

“Well whatever is out there is better than spending another second with you.” Your words hit him. 

“Look, I’m sorry.” His voice now somewhat calmer.

“A sorry isn’t going to cut it. I don’t know why you do this. I’ve never given you a reason to doubt me.” Which was exactly why his behavior annoyed you the most. You had always been loyal to him. And he knew it.

“I just don’t want to lose you okay?” He said reaching out for your hand. You didn’t want to go home with Pedri but you also didn’t feel like jumping out from a moving vehicle. You held his hand and gave it a slight squeeze as a sign that even if you were mad at him and didn’t like him much in that moment you still loved him. He knew it.

He opened the door to his home. “I just want you to know that the only reason I’m here is because one, I didn’t want to jump out of your moving car and two, my roommate planned something with her boyfriend knowing I wouldn’t be home.” The both of you walked in. “Got it.” Said Pedri. 

You walked towards his room and placed your backpack on the bench. You proceeded to take off your shoes when you felt Pedro’s hands creep up around your waist. “Disculpa, Amor,” he said. “Pedri!” You protested. “Get away from me!” Is what you wanted to say but as soon as his hot breath hit your ear you knew you were a goner. You could never say no to him.

“Please let me make it up to you.” He whispered as he turned you around to face him. With one quick movement he pushed you against the wall in a strong yet delicate manner. His hands rested on the wall as he leaned in and before you could say anything his tongue parted your lips and your top lip became his first victim. 

“You don’t know what you do to me.” He said huskily. “And just the thought of someone else having you drives me crazy.” His hands were now trailing down the side of your body until they reached your bum. “Pedri I already told you I only have eyes for you.” You managed to say in between feverish kisses.

He lifted you up and positioned himself in between your legs, your legs now wrapped around his waist. Pedri went in for another kiss only to be met with the same passion from your mouth. You reached for the bottom of his shirt and proceeded to take it off and toss it somewhere on his floor. He continued to hold you up against the wall. “Let me show you how sorry I am.” He said. You wished he didn’t have this effect on you but the truth was that your mind became clouded as soon as his lips went on yours. You yearned for his touch all week and wished you could tell him you would a thousand times spend your days like this instead of studying. 

He reached down for the zipper on his pants and undid them while letting them fall down towards his knees. His bulge pushing through the fabric of his underwear and pressing directly onto your middle. He moved you a few steps over onto his dresser while he took off your pants and shirt only to pull you up against the wall again, this time his hands feverishly holding onto your bum. 

“I don’t want anyone else having you.” He said.

Your lips were attracted to his chest like magnets and you began to kiss it. You knew his sweet spot and how much more it turned him on to have your lips spread sweet nibbles all around his neck and chest. He threw his head back and closed his eyes. This was a view you would never get tired of. The way his cheek bones stood there as his mouth opened in pleasure.

You grabbed onto him with your arms around his back and with the help of the wall began to move so you could cause some friction in between both of you. He wanted to control himself but he couldn’t. In a swift mood he pushed his underwear down and without warning moved yours over just to give him enough room to enter you. “Pedro!” You moaned. He let you rock yourself around himself a few more times before he grabbed onto you and moved you to his bed. 

He placed you on the edge of his bed as he stood there and went in once again. “Tell me who do you belong to?” He asked hungrily. You could feel him going in deeper and deeper. You loved the sound that his hips meeting your body made. 

“Just you, Pedro.” You said. He wasn’t holding back today. He began to move his hips faster and rougher. “Who else is going to make you feel this way?” He asked. 

You couldn’t formulate a single word because he was sending you into complete bliss. Finally he kneeled down on the bed and move you up, his body completely over you now. His piercing eyes staring at you. His hand now massaging one of your breasts as he slowly entered you. “I want everyone to know you’re all mine.” He said as he began to suck on your neck. His sweat began to drop down from his forehead onto you. You couldn’t take it anymore. Your nails holding on to dear life on his back. He continued to rock his hips and every time you moaned its like it gave him life because he would go faster and deeper. You spread your legs as wide as you could just wanting more and more of him. He was intoxicating. He was addicting. He was everything you wanted.

You could hear him whimpering. You loved that sound because you knew you were in control, there was something about Pedri being so vulnerable in that exact moment that turned you on even more. “Vamos Pedri.” You said. “I’m sorry.” He said as he touched your nose with his and proceeded to go in for a soft and sweet kiss.” He let go of your lips as he heard your mumbled moans. “Come for me baby.” He said as he continued to rock back and forth. “Who makes you come like this?” He asked. “Pedro!” You managed to scream in between your orgasm, you closed your eyes and arched your back because it was all just too much to take in.

[not-poignant]

Hi Pia

Your previous post regarding burnout really resonates with me as I'm currently struggling through a mountain's worth of uni assignments.

I hopeyou're being compassionate to yourself where you can. I know you rely on your writing for income but ould cutting down to working on only 2 or 3 fics instead be a viable solution?

Because longterm I don't think that even your insanely impressive skills can hold up to that kind of pressure.

Maybe if you cut back a little you'll be able to enjoy your hobbies again and rest a little more.

I know that I'm not the only reader that wants you to take care of yourself x

Hi anon,

Firstly, good luck with all those assignments! I do not miss the grind of uni when all the assignments suddenly seem due at the same time and it's like 'oh fuck' and it just...is truly exhausting. Remember to take a break after if you can!

I am trying to be compassionate where I can. Working on expanding my capacity / juice left in the tank is actually a big priority with both therapists this year, and it's something I'm actively chipping away at.

Unfortunately cutting down fics is not really something I can do because it would personally stress me out more to put a lot of things on hiatus like that. Underline the Red is already on hiatus, and The Nascent Diplomat on my end is finished, and I'll take a few months off after that before starting the next installment.

Ideally I will be finishing out some fics that will clear my calendar a bit more over time. For example, A Stain that Won't Dissolve won't last forever, and isn't going to be replaced by anything new (Palmarosa will likely slot into that space and I'll be able to work on it more). Underline the Black will be replaced by Underline the Red, and Blue and Gold will be replaced by Underline the Silver.

Eventually, ideally, I'll be working on a smaller and smaller load until I'm at about 2-4 projects (which is how I used to work). Also quite a few of my projects only update once a month or every few months, and that helps a lot. It's just that I have too many fics where I'm on a more regular schedule (Stain, Palm, Black) and normally I only have one or two fics that are on a more regular schedule, so yeah, I am looking forward to that slowing down!

But putting something on hiatus just makes me feel more burdened and overwhelmed than knowing I'm getting closer and closer to wrapping something up. It's just how my brain works! I am a finisher, and while that's really good for not abandoning projects (which is extremely rare for me and tends to only be very short projects or PWPs which I will turn away from), it's less good when I have too many projects lmao. I've gotten better at holding back (there's three fics I'm dying to write right now, which is an Efnisien/Kadek fic that I've already started but not posted anything of, Silver, and Red).

So yeah, I will be cutting back. I've already started. The Nascent Diplomat is no longer on my schedule, which means for the next 3 months while it's still posting, I don't have to write anything for it. That's lovely because I can still share in that world with no extra labour (it's edited and everything). Likewise, Stain and Black are both in their last act/s now. That's still a lot of chapters for both, but it feels good for me to know that both will likely be finished out this year.

But we are getting there! So yeah the view is to cut down on projects, but organically (by finishing out stories and not replacing every single one with new titles, only some of them) rather than forcefully via hiatuses. I mean obviously if I get too sick I will have to go on hiatus and I've done that before, but so far it's looking like I've written enough chapters ahead (most of May is written) that I can take about 2 weeks off from writing in April, and that will help a great deal as well. :)

Anyway, take care with your assignments too! I do not miss that part of uni at all

[dudadragneel]

YAY okay so my thoughts are you being at uni or something and doing your work when Hyunjin calls you or texts you and asks you if you can pick up some medicine from the store for him because he’s had a stomach ache all day and you agree, finishing up your work and going to the pharmacy. But once you’re there he calls again and says he feels like throwing up so you hurry and get home to him to find him curled up on the couch. You ask him if he’s eaten and he says no so you try to cook him something but while you’re in the kitchen he starts throwing up while trying to get to the bathroom and you just care for him. 🥲❤️‍🩹

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Hello, dear 🧚🏽‍♀️!

Here's my take on the situation:

Hyunjin had a week of rest before resuming his promotion schedule and he decided to visit his parents then stay at your house. However you had exams around the corner so you had to study and since you knew you wouldn't be able to concentrate with him there, you made a deal with him. You'd go to class and stay a bit longer to finish what you had to do and then go home and you'd spend the rest of the day together.

You had quite some work to do so you went to the library after class ended to try to get everything done before heading home. While you were studying you received a text from your boyfriend

- babe, how are you?

- good. Trying to finish my paper work. And you?

- So-so. Can you bring some stomach medicine on your way back? My stomach is hurting a bit.

- Sure. Are you okay?

- yeah, it's just annoying me a bit.

- I'll be done soon, babe. Love u.

- love you too.

Part of you was a bit worried but you wanted to get this paper work done with. A few minutes later you finally finished what you had to do and grabbed your stuff to head home.

You stopped by the store to get Hyunjin's medicine but then you got a call from him and you knew something was wrong. Knowing that you were studying, he would only call you if it was an emergency.

- hello babe. What's wrong?

- Babe, I feel like throwing up...

- Oh god! Okay, I'm on my way okay? If you go to the bathroom please don't lock the door. I'll be right there.

You got to the car and drove as fast as you could, legally and got home really quick.

When you opened the door you saw Hyunjin curled up like a tiny ball in the couch. You put your stuff away and sat on the couch beside him, and stroked his hair out of his face.

- Oh, honey. Are you okay?

- Babe...Not really, my stomach feels horrible...

- Did you throw up?

- just a little...

- Have you eaten anything since I left?

- No...I wanted to but I was afraid. My stomach was feeling weird and I didn't want to push my luck....

- I'll make something really light for you so you can take your medicine later.

He lay on the couch, even though you insisted on him going to the bedroom because of the smell, but he didn't want to be alone. You started cooking the soup while he tried to watch tv.

However his stomach only got worse, just as you expected, the smell made him even more nauseous. He felt his stomach contract suddenly and got up from the couch to go to the bathroom. But midway there, his stomach contracted again, stronger than before and sent hot liquid up his throat, filling his mouth. He didn't have time to reach the bathroom and bent over as a wave of watery vomit gushed out of him making a mess on the floor.

You heard the noise and immediately turned off the stove and ran to his side.

- Oh babe, it's okay. I'll help you to the bathroom, come on.

You only had enough time to guide him to the sink as another wavemade it's way out, making him grab the edged of the sink for support, while you held his hair out of his face.

- I'm sorry...

- don't be sorry Hyunjin. Let everything out. I'll clean that up later, don't worry.

He threw up a few more times while you held his hair and rubbed his back up and down and felt him contract his body with each wave.

After a few minutes he was finally done, so you helped him rinse his mouth and wash his face before guiding him back to the couch.

You sat him down and covered him with a blanketand then went back to the kitchen to finish the soup.

You helped him eat slowly so not to upset his stomach, while he watched tv.

Thankfully, he managed to keep the soup down and was able to take the medication.

You cuddled him and kept stroking his back as he lay on your chest, falling asleep soon after.

The quality time you were planning turned out to be an entire afternoon cuddled up on the couch, with some trips to the bathroom until you got him a bucket, so not to make him get up everyt time he had to throw up.

Hope you liked it!

💜

[hyuckmov]

okay HERE I AM !! i finally had time to read pt.2 of rockstar hyuck … and let me tell you something … before reading it i was all happy and excited and all those things… once i reached the end of pt. 2 i was a crying MESS … LIKE GIRL ….. I SOBBED AND CRIED ALMOST FOR THE ENTIRE READING T__T . . like it was an emotional roller coaster for me … i was expecting many smut parts, instead you gave us something more , and i loved it so freaking much.

the part where he asked her to call him “donghyuck” had me bawling my eyes out in a pathetically way , like my pillow was wet bc of my tears !! … even the part where he was trying to braid his lil sister hair … oh my god i was so fucking devastated… like i was so sure that i would ended up “””hating””” on him once i would have finished reading part 2 ,, INSTEAD I LOVE HIM EVEN MORE ?? ( i don’t know if that’s a problem or not lmao, bc i wasn’t able to hate on him neither in part 1 so….. ) . . . like , i know that he behaved like an asshole , but i really can’t hate on him ?? especially on pt.2 ,, it looked like he was really sorry for what he did , and that he cared of y/n so much ?? all the attentions he gave to her when she was drunk , trying not to touch her etc.. my heart was throbbing . . . im so fucking soft , i want to cry once again … THIS FIC HAS MY WHOLE HEART ,, i can proudly say that you are my favorite writer on here … i really can’t wait to read pt.3 bc i miss rockstar hyuck already . . .

OMGG i wish i could give you my heart for few seconds just to let you understand how this fic makes me feel bc i am really going crazy .. anyway good luck for Uni and remember to stay healthy and happy all the time ♡ ♡

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ANON!!! thank u so so much for sending me this review 🥹🫂 i love hearing your thoughts and i cannot believe my fic gave u so many emotions!!!!

this part wasn’t heavy in smut because they have sooo much to work on and i’m so happy that the donghyuck/haechan thing + writing scenes in his pov worked for u 🥹 the end of part 1 really made him think about what she meant to him. he’s not a bad person at heart, and the role he plays in his personal life means he’s able to slip into taking care of her easily, but it’s the blurring of lines which also confuses and scares him. he still kind of has to pay for what he knowingly let happen to reader, and what he put her through, but i’m so happy that you can empathize with him and still love him 🥺🫶🏻 i am so so so honored to be your fav writer and i hope part 3 lives up to your expectations !!!!

thank you for relaying these thoughts and feelings to me, it really encourages me to keep writing and telling the story!!! thanks for wishing me well, hope you have a lovely rest this weekend and a great week ahead of that 💌💌

[astraystayyh]

U're so adorable I can't 🥹

Right??? It's like spending time with the characters, getting closer and warming up to them. And that's what we all want with SKZ, right? so it's just the best combo, I suppose.

I'm certain we all will love your ideas and new fics. You being excited for it just makes it better. Just... I mean, I will devour anything you have for us, but don't make us cry like you did with Echoes of Love? I can't take that twice 🥲 Which reminds me I still need to read part 2. I swear I will and I will tell you my thoughts on it (and how you destroyed me, much probably).

SKZ characterization is what I most look out in fics. There are times people try to write some tropes and it ends up distorting them. And, ok, some times it's still good, but we are here for them. I want to read them as I think they are. One more reason I stayed around here.

INNIE'S WAS WAY TOO CUTE OK IT JUST WAS I NEED MORE 😭

I am doing well, thanks! Well, at least for now. My classes start in two weeks and... Ugh. Just to think about it I get sad. Unfortunately uni for me is something really hard TuT But, well, I need to be glad I have the chance to do one, after all. I am, I truly am. It's just it's really difficult.

ANYWAY, glad to hear about you. And I couldn't upload the img but here is the link:

https://i.imgur.com/bYTokMS.gif

It's not an airport Hyunjin, but the ponytail... 🫠

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YOU ARE!!!!

yesss :,))) i seriously get attached to my characters and in my brain theyre all thriving in a universe of their own 😭😭 and i agree!! i love when a fic includes little details related to every member, it just makes reading more immersive in a way, so i try my best to do it too :,) it’s so fun to weave their personality into the works so im very happy u like my characterization 🥹

AKSJNDJDBD if i say it might hurt more than echoes of love…. 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ thank u for loving echoes of love sm wahhh im so happy u read my fic, makes me feel very fulfilled: :,)

aaaaa gooood luck on ur classes please enjoy the rest of your vacation!!!! i relate to the hard part :,) lets try to make the most out of this experience while we can!!! i believe in you 😚

AND THANK YOU FOR THE PIC MY ANGEL… save me ponytail hyunjin save me….

[faofinn]

DAY 17: silent tears

@febuwhump

Sheila had always struggled with pain, since she’d been a teenager. But she’d always just had to get on with it, work despite it. She’d never really been able to do anything else. When she’d met Fred at uni, he totally changed things, made her feel like she was able to rest and recover when she needed it, forced her to go to the doctors and get some painkillers, and generally made sure she was looking after herself. Whilst the pain had gotten more manageable over the years, as her and Fred had settled down to have a family, they’d had no luck. Years of trying, more heartbreak than either of them cared to admit. They’d ended up with a beautiful son though, Fred’s biological nephew, and it had ignited in Sheila this desire to help other kids out of bad situations. Fostering had been perfect for her, for them both, to heal their pain and help kids have the best start possible after the bad they’d been through. Her own childhood had been… less than ideal, and she always tried to be the person she wished she’d had back then. After all that, another son had virtually fallen in their laps, and Fao was what made their family complete. She loved both Finn and Fao with all of her heart, like they were her own. Because they were, they were family. She still tried to look after herself, found more meds that worked, and didn’t try and think about it too much. After all she’d been through, trying to have kids, she didn’t have the energy to seek out answers to questions she didn’t want to ask. The meds worked (for the most part), Fred kept her on the straight and narrow, and life plodded on.

It was easy to fall back into old habits, though, when things got busy and stressful and her pain flared up again, along with the blood she’d not been expecting, a week earlier than it should’ve been. She didn’t take her meds, tried to ignore it, but all it did was land her in bed, in pain and desperate for a break. She always tried not to show it, especially not around the kids, but she didn’t have a choice anymore, she’d hit her limit. 

Fred was at work, Finn at school, and it meant that for a little while, she didn’t need to hide. She could curl up in bed and try and pretend it didn’t exist. Without meaning to, the tears had started to fall. She buried her head in the pillow, trying to hold it in, trying not to sob. She could hardly breathe, her breath catching in her throat, as she stifled the choked sobs. She didn’t know why she wouldn’t let herself cry properly, but something stopped her. Something that said if she properly cried, she was admitting she was in pain, she was admitting she was weak. 

But she’d forgotten Fao was coming back from uni that afternoon, with a half day at uni, and when she heard the door slam, her heart sank. Trying to keep as quiet as she could, she pulled the duvet closer, ignoring the hitch in her breath as the pain flared just from the movement. 

The house was dead quiet as Fao walked in, and he frowned. He knew his brother and Dad were at school and work, but his Mum was supposedly home - she’d told him over the phone yesterday she’d be waiting for him when he got in, that they could go and get lunch together or something. She’d not read his messages, but that wasn’t that unusual. Apollo greeted him at the door, curling around his legs, and he fussed over him before calling out. 

“Mum? You home?” 

No reply. 

He headed through the living room and round into the kitchen, and she was nowhere to be found. Confused and a little worried, he headed upstairs, to find his parents bedroom door shut. He knocked softly before he opened it, greeted with a dark room, curtains drawn. 

“Mum?” He said softly, noting the lump under the duvet, back to him. “Are you alright?”

"Fao." She breathed. "I'm fine, I'm sorry. I didn’t think you'd be back so soon."

“Traffic was good for some reason.” He said, perching on the bed behind her. “What’s wrong?”

"Nothing, nothing, I'm fine."

He hummed. “Can I get you anything?”

"No, I'm fine. I'll be up in a few minutes, I won’t be long and we can go."

“It’s alright. We can miss it, there’ll be other times.”

"You've come all this way."

“Hardly that far.”

"Made the effort."

“And we can order in.”

"It's okay. I don't want to let you down."

“You’ve not.”

She whimpered as she tried to sit, wiping her tears. "I'll get dressed."

“Hey, Mum.” Fao said, a hand on her arm. “It’s alright. Lay back down?”

She shook her head, curling over her stomach instead. "I can’t."

“What’s wrong?”

"Just a bit of pain. It'll go soon, it'll pass." She wasn't sure who she was trying to convince.

“Can I get you anything? Painkillers?”

"No, I'm okay."

“You don’t look okay.” Fao’s voice was gentle.

"You weren't meant to be home so soon."

“It’s okay, I’m sorry. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

"No, don't be sorry. I should have been better for you."

“We’re allowed to have bad days.”

"I didn't mean to."

“It’s okay.”

She leaned into Fao, hand wrapped protectively across her abdomen and tears falling. "I'm sorry."

He wrapped his arms around her. “It’s okay. I just want to spend the time with you.”

"We should be going out."

“And? We’ll go some other time. What would you say to me?”

"That's not the same. I'm used to this."

“And I’m used to my head. That’s not the point.”

"Your head isn't pain."

“No, I know. That’s… that’s not the point I was making. Just because you’re used to things, doesn’t mean that they can’t just get on top of you sometimes.”

"This shouldn't happen." She knew it was her own fault. "I should've done better to keep it under control."

“But you’re only human."

"I've gotta be superhuman."

“No, you don’t.”

"I do."

“No. We just want you to be you, and look after yourself.”

"I'm meant to look after you."

“I’m an adult, you don’t always have to look after me. Sometimes I can look after you.”

"I'm glad you didn't say i didn't have to."

He laughed. “You’re never going to stop trying to look after me. But I can look after you, too.”

"We can have a movie night?"

“Yeah. What should we watch?”

"Anything."

“Lord of the Rings?” He suggested softly. “And I’ll order us some food or something.”

"Would be nice."

“Yeah. It’s so long, maybe you’ll be able to get some more sleep.”

She laughed, though winced. "I like it too much."

“Are you sure I can’t get you something? You’re obviously in pain.”

She hesitated. "Would you? They're downstairs and I just couldn't make it."

“Yeah. Of course.”

"Thank you, Fao. You're an angel."

“Got you to thank for that one.” He said. “Can I get a heat pack or something, too?”

"I wouldn't say no to one." She admitted. 

“I’ll be quick, then.” He said, kissing her cheek. “Love you, Mum.”

"Thank you, Fao. Love you too."

[help-im-a-medstudent]

Congrats on submitting- must be a good feeling! If I may ask, why anaesthetics over other specialty (from a final year who has no idea what they want to do)

Thank you anon!

The short answer is I really love it and although I had some days that were tough or long or tiring when I did it as an F2, I was excited to learn and go to work each day. And that isn't something you will necessarily realise about a specialty until you're out of med school and working. And that's OK! You don't need to apply immediately, most people take at least a year after foundation, if not more, to get more experience or put more onto a CV.

With anaesthetics there are lots of practical skills (ultrasound techniques, central lines, airway management) but you're not stood for hours doing one surgery. It's physiology in action - you can see a problem and do something to alter it.

I also have never liked clinics and working alone, I like being surrounded by a team. There are clinic opportunities in anaesthetics (like pain, or pre-operative medicine) but they are subspecialties post consultancy and aren't required.

At the moment I think I'd like to dual train in intensive care which has a huge variety of specialties mixed in - you look after post op surgical complications, cardio, resp, neuro, gastro, renal patients. I haven't found a medical specialty that I've thought I would want to work exclusively in this field for the rest of my life.

When I was at uni I kind of knew that I wanted the variety but that I wanted to be in a hospital environment so GP was out, and I was thinking emergency medicine or anaesthetics. The reason why I've gone for anaesthetics over emergency is that I feel the consultant lifestyle and what is actually involved in a consultant job is better in anaesthetics and is what you actually train for. What I mean by this is that I loved being a junior in A&E - seeing patients, initiating a treatment etc, but I felt the consultants were more hands off with patients, having an overview of what was going on, and working through the junior doctors. It didn't feel like I would suit that way of working, whereas with anaesthetics although you have juniors and supervise them, you still do have sessions where you are being the anaesthetist (I hope that makes sense!)

Choosing a specialty is difficult but I would say take advantage of taster weeks if you aren't doing a rotation in something you think you might be interested in. Think about the consultant job, rather than necessarily what the reg life is like because you're going to be a consultant for most of your career. Also don't dismiss or pick certain specialties based on what people say about them. People will say GP is great for work life balance/having a family and while you don't have nights, GPs will work really long days because they simply don't have time to do administrative bits while they are seeing patients, and have to make it up out of clinic hours. (Not that family and having children is the only consideration obviously, and you really shouldn't be basing specialty decisions on just that, it's just the most common thing people talk about and what came immediately to my mind)

There is no perfect specialty for anyone but basically you need to be able to deal with the rubbish bits without it taking away too much from what you really enjoy about it!

Don't let anyone discourage you from doing a specialty. What they don't like about it might be what makes it the best one for you and we need to have different personalities that suit different specialties in medicine!

I hope this helps and good luck with your final year!

If anyone wants to add how they chose their specialty/why they like it then feel free

[bajuuuu]

It seems I’ll never let go of the days spent by you two

Rand lives up to the word he gave to Roland that day. “If you manage to get out of here. Make sure you live for the both of us, yeah?” He said… right before he started clicking for a while. Yeah Rand will remember that for a while…

But he did. He went home with his sister. He found his mum in the basement of their house. She was scared out of her mind for him. Those “things”, she called them, must have gotten him when he didn’t return home in the evening. She nearly fainted when she saw her daughter again. She didn’t believe it for days, that somehow through a heavenly miracle her long lost daughter came back. Her daughter who was proclaimed lost and then dead. Somehow Timothy brought her back with him.

Rand went to university a year later, got a degree and found a job. He finally put his mind to work. Momma couldn’t be prouder. Every holiday he would come back to Galloway. Every holiday he would go up to the old oak tree. Every holiday he’d sit by the two makeshift graves of his friends he himself created. He’d climb the tree, sit in its branches and tell his two best friends about his life. About what he’s up to. About where he’s headed. And every time it was time to leave, he’d promise to come back next time with even more stories from the land of the living.

Eventually, Rand’s job got him some extra money. About a week later he was notified that Kian wrote him into his will. It was a stupid old joke that they made. “With all this alcohol I’m buying you you better write me into your goddamned will for when your liver stops working” He heard his younger self laughing at the store’s counter. For some insane reason Kian actually wrote a will. For even a weirder reason, Rand was actually it. The first thing he did with the money was buy his momma and sister a small house far away from Galloway. They needed to get out, the place wasn’t good for the mental health of either of them. The things they’ve seen there can never be forgotten.

Rand traveled the world a bunch as well, that way he at least had more to tell his friends when he returned home. With life in full swing his visits to the oak tree were further in between now, but no matter what, he’d always make time to come together with his friends and chat about life with them.

Life wasn’t easy of course. His fear of the dark haunted him throughout the entirety of uni. It was a lot of hours of inventing coping mechanisms and therapy. Therapy he knew he could never be fully honest at. What would the therapist even think if Rand told her that one of his best friends died and came back as a bug and the other got assimilated into a hive mind because he kissed his girlfriend. Yeah…

His intense phobia of bugs also haunted him for the rest of his life, sometimes he swore he heard them speak. He never fully recovered from the night in Galloway but he learned to live with the consequences. After all he had his friends waiting for him at the oak tree waiting to hear more of his adventures.

In the end Rand did so much with his life that one could even say he lived for at least two other people.

My pops always said that it would take a lot for me to stop half assing my life. I don’t know how he’d feel knowing it only took me an apocalypse. I don’t know why exactly I’m writing this. I guess I’m just in a sentimental mood but I need to tell you, whoever you- the reader of this- are, about two special people in my life. Roland was always my best friend, even when he wasn’t there for me. Hell, I wasn’t there for him for a long time either. But we made it up for each other in the end. He is the force that got me through uni. In a way he got me a stable job and a good footing in life. Kian on the other hand is the more reckless part of my life. He got me to travel the world and explore a little. I even tried my luck in making music because of him. I didn’t make it very far… or well anywhere for that matter. But I still think he’d be proud of me. I tried.

Both Kian and Roland are the reason I am alive right now. In more ways than one. They are also the reason why all of you are alive, but that’s a story for another day. One when I’m way more drunk than this.

Whenever I end up dying as well, I hope it’s not alcohol poisoning at least, can you make sure I end up with them? I know it’s a stupid thing to ask, I myself don’t know what exactly that means but… maybe if I end up under the oak tree in Galloway, I could be with them again? I don’t know. I don’t even know where exactly they are…

Rand. I hope I’m not actually a bug like you were. Sorry for throwing a beer at you that one time. Thank you for saving my life.

Kian. Your songs are actually good. I don’t understand how you never became an actual rockstar. Well it’s the world’s loss.

Love you guys. I’m sure we’ll end up together at some point again. But until then, I’ll keep coming back to you. I was in Canada for a week and you guys will hear all about it!

[natsmagi]

LURKER ANON: I JUST SAW THE REPLY its so late at my timezone i watched the video i think i choked a bit because ive seen the natsume dancing to the blue worm on a string thing ages ago and it just rebooted me; my brain has shut off due to responsibilities crawling over my dead body however my concluded reaction is i now have my mind jogging about due to the sheer effect of that video on my braincells thanks a lot i really need to finish a project and i was getting eepy hwhwhwhd

ALSO THE SCOUT THING youve reminded me of a very terrible time from last last year when they just dumped switch back to back to back on events and gachas im not surprised theyll do it again just to fuck with the switchPs. i manifest with you that they end up with 2wink bcos i like the lil orange guys

LOGGING OUT AGAIN unfortunately ive only had a few days of rest and have to be mindful of Tasks i have bcos uni is a terrible thing to go through always remember ur in my mind and brain and bloodstream ill be back in 2 weeks for my latest lurker updates and greetings<33 it would be so convenient if i just revealed myself but i wanna commit a little bit more to the lurker anon persona shifting through your asks.. but maybe one of these days..

GOOD LUCK WITH UNI LURKER ANONNNNN shit can get super tedious and exhausting so remember to take care of urself!!!

and maybe it would be more convenient to reveal urself but i also think the lurker anon bit is funny. makes me giggle a little. lurker anon reveal would hit harder than being a dream stan on october 2nd 2022. it would shake my whole world

[notafunkiller]

im going to uni next week and im gonna miss the drama.

man i cant believe that people drag u into this, that person clearly couldnt differentiate ‘opinion’, also u were talking abt the sexualisation (ffs someone else did it too b4 subtract the aw part BCS SOME OF U R DESPERATE?!! ITS THERE! I GET IT BUT TONE DOWN UR HORNINESS) and then they goes and ss abt smth different that isnt related to prove a point that what? that u r actually the one who is delulu? a hater? problematic? pish-posh

but saying aw should kill some of ‘them’ is not? is that an act of courageous?u don spout shits like that. idfc joke or not, killing is NOT a topic for ‘joke’ and also idfc if that person ‘deserves’ to be killed bcs peoples life is not in our hands. its not ours to take. u r encouraging killing. simply dont like/ hate, solution >> kill. absolutely nope . immoral. i get the urge to defend ur celebrity but there r other ways to handle it. also do not justify ur mistake

and brother this is no cult, its called a group bcs isnt that what happens now with seb stan fandom? couple group, pr group, hate group, delulu group, only seb group. its a broken fandom.

also wanna know something shocking? YOU are the one whos getting worked up over this. plot twist right? u know theres a button called report or block right? u can do that, or u can just idk simply comment but then u have to come here to this page, missing the ACTUAL point of the message, take unrelated stuffs and making a scene out of it. OFC SHE IS DISSAPPOINTED, SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT A BUT THEN U GO AND TALK ABT B AND C

you dismissed her opinion, twisting it around and when she express her feelings, u make it sound like she is the one who is problematic whilst u r problematic as well. u all r pussies for opinion apparently. sorry.

everyone has opinion AND ITS FINE (as long as u respect others as well) - u dont have to make an argument abt it (but be aware to use ur words carefully bcs as much as u don agree w it some people are really sensitive bcs they WANT U TO FOLLOW THEIR FUCKING OPINION) , read the fucking post before u take action, think before u type/post, do not doxx people posts (i swear to god do not fucking spread misinformation), ur feelings/opinion are valid its just the matter of how u express them.

notafunkillah, dragostea mea, i hope u r ok (u see that romanian i tried, idk if its even correct but i tried)

Firstly, good luck at UNI! You'll need patience, rest and full attention. You can do thissss!

Secondly, it's so weird that people do not read in context and think quoting someone indirectly and misunderstanding maybe on purpose = showing maturity and support.

Everyone here is free to share their opinions as long as they are respectful. That's the beauty... being different but being able to have a normal conversation.

Sexualizing someoen, talking about such personal topics (as kids or marriage) in a sexual way is not fun (especially bc most of the tines it's not a joke). I won't even talk about how you can talk about death like thay and then call it slang.

Thridly, thank you! It was right, you made me smile 🤎

dragostea mea or iubirea mea means my love

Hugs to you and I hope you'll have the greatest day/evening/night💙💙💙

[gamergirljournalist]

Review: News Tower - Living vicariously in a stable career

RATING: 4/5 Stars Played on: AMD 5 5600X and RTX 3060 Ti 8GB

Entering the journalism field is hard. While I was lucky to get a 2-year contract with a national broadcaster when I was in uni, getting my foot in the door became so much more difficult, especially when companies keep changing the goalposts. Not to mention, the constant amount of layoffs that occurred across the world. So, you can imagine my intrigue when there is an indie game that showcases a time when the journalism field wasn't that bad.

This is my review of News Tower, a fun journalism business sim that's somewhat reminiscent of 1930s America.

News Tower is a PC game developed by Sparrow Night and published by Twin Sails Interactive. While the developers are from Rotterdam in the Netherlands, it managed to showcase the 1930s American aesthetic that we're somewhat familiar with and what journalism was like in the past.

In this game, you play as the editor-in-chief or boss of your family's newspaper company in the USA. It is in shambles and it's up to you to restore it to a functioning state. You will be hiring employees, not just journos, and will be tasked to send them to report on topics based on what your communications team picked up. From elections to film reviews, you have it all.

Each employee you hire will be an expert in three skills/topics and you can raise their knowledge-base levels through experience or items in the office. This applies to journalists, cleaners, typewriters, lawyers, and the rest of the newspaper staff.

The game is also a business simulator, so you will have to manage the well-being of your employees, as well as other factors like rioters destroying and trashing equipment and trashing the place and paper stock. So expect to micromanage everything.

Each round lasts for a "week." After each job, you will be assessed on how well you did via the earnings overview. Did you make advertisers happy? Are the quality of your stories good or sloppy? Did you take out loans? All of that is showcased at the end.

The reason why I say "week" is because each "round" is technically a month. Once the round ends, you enter a brand new month.

If you're wondering why my screenshots are weird, that's because the graphics settings were hard to navigate. While it did offer different screen ratios so it suits many devices, finding the settings for my monitor (1440p) was seriously buried.

What I like about the game is that you also have the freedom to do whatever you want, despite the micromanagement aspects. You can tackle stories of your choosing or produce content that will attract readers. You also have the opportunity to work with three "influences," all of which could play a role in what you can and can not cover. For example, you may be required to lie to your readers or produce certain types of stories. If you can complete these tasks, you will be heavily rewarded.

Either way, it is up to you on what gets reported and how you layout your newspaper. But just like in the real world, you need to know your audience and if you want to get the funding, you need to bow down to your sponsors.

Sadly, this game only offers at least 3 hours of game time. You start the game in 1930, but it ends once you complete December 1932. Is it possible to unlock everything on the map with that limited time? Maybe. But if you're going to be a full-on completionist, good luck with that as the jobs you get to report on are randomized. Meaning that the mafia story that you needed to cover may not even happen because it didn't pop up until the very last minute. Or if you're trying to attract readers in a certain area, it may take a few attempts before you're able to make everyone happy.

These tasks and readers give you influence points, that you can use to unlock items. But like I said earlier, you only have 2 years' worth of gameplay that only lasts for 3 hours. So there is a high chance you may not be able to unlock everything during your first or second attempt.

The reason for this is because News Tower is still in early access, and the devs plan to release "Endless mode" at some point, as well as other fun features. While it is understandable, it kinda felt like the game is teasing us. For example, News Tower says you could accept jobs outside of America. But unfortunately, you can't unlock those places yet (at the time of writing).

Overall, the game has potential and is very well-built. The music and aesthetic really do really encapsulate that 1930s America. However, due to the limited gameplay that you're given, as well as the locked features, it feels like the game is teasing you to start a new save file over and over again. This is a shame because I want to be the next Rupert Murdoch in my game but that can't be achieved at the time being.

But maybe those locked features are what make this game addictive and how it lures you back in. It triggers that part of your brain to try and try again. I look forward to Endless Mode once it comes out. But for now, this will do.