#my ipad is physically burning to the touch

[iced-souls]

I thought this was supposed to be a fun little april fools game.

[mindfulstudyquest]

❥﹒♡﹒☕﹒ 𝗼𝗳𝗳-𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗶 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲-𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 ( just pretend i wasn't gone for months guys )

between smartphones, computers, ipads, and screens everywhere, sometimes i feel like i have pudding instead of a brain and i need to engage in three-dimensional activities that don't involve staring at pixels all day, here are some ideas to get in touch with creativity and real word again.

𝟭. drawing and colouring ( 🎨 )

whether it's drawing landscapes, characters from your favorite series or simple doodles, putting the pen on the paper relaxes me instantly. if you are not good at freehand drawing or you're simply lazy, there are many coloring books for adults with mandalas (my personal favorites) or animals/natural landscapes, also online you can find many drawings to color that you can print. in discount stores you can find packs of colored markers at a great price, after all we don't need to be professionals.

𝟮. puzzles and diamond paintings ( 🧩 )

i recently discovered diamond paintings and i'm obsessed with them, on amazon you can find many sets with amazing designs and composing them is really relaxing. having something to focus on for a few hours a day is really essential, puzzles are perfect for this purpose too.

𝟯. reading and writing ( 📚 )

this is a more challenging activity, when we are burnout the last thing we want to do is use our brain, but reading a good novel or writing down a few pages in your journal can distract you from the present moment and give you a bit of a break while still keeping you productive. every second spent reading or writing is a second invested in your personal growth.

𝟰. experiment with outfits and makeup ( ✨ )

i have a lot of clothes but zero outfits, my favorite activity is decluttering my closet, putting away things i don't wear anymore and experimenting with new styles. also sitting at my desk and trying new makeup that's different from my usual eyeliner and mascara, i find it so fun and it's a great way to reconnect with my image when i've spent a month stuck in my room studying.

𝟱. cooking and baking ( 🧁 )

i'm not a good cook and i've burned more cakes than i care to admit, but i have to say it's terribly fun and therapeutic, especially if you're cooking with someone. u think anyone who cooks professionally hates having a second person in the kitchen with them, but when friends make a cake (ugly but tasty) and then eat it together in front of a cup of steaming tea - now, now, that's real therapy.

𝟲. working out, dancing, doing yoga ( 🩰 )

put on some music, dance in your room, follow your workout routine, lay out a mat and do stretching or yoga, connect with your body after being locked in your mind, physical activity is very important to keep your mind fresh ( mens sana in corpore sano ). if you can, go to a park, or an open space, just be careful of excessive stimuli.

these are some of the things i do, feel free to comment on your de-stressing activities.

[nats--sw]

Gold chain (pt2) | Leah Williamson

Leah, among other things, can be a bit of a distraction for your game… but just a bit. warnings: none, just fluff and slow burn note: a short one for today,, thanks for all the love in the pt1 :( pt1 - pt3 my masterlist

It had been three days since Leah had received the Instagram notification. Every morning, she took a moment to think about whether it was a good idea to text you or not. So far, you had liked her latest post, and Leah was hoping to return the gesture, but unfortunately for her you hadn't posted anything new since your picture holding the Roland Garros trophy. Not even a story she could react to. Nothing. 

“So... how's it going?” her mother asked that afternoon. Leah had gone to visit her, finding herself with more free time now that the season had ended, not much to do aside from the occasional interview and events, nothing too physically demanding for her.

“Well, I have an interview with the BBC in a couple of days, so that's keeping me busy” Leah said, pacing around the dining room, her eyes wandering over the photographs on one of her mother’s many shelves.

“I'm not talking about work. I'm talking about your girl!” Amanda shouted from the kitchen.

"Stop calling her that. I still can't believe you embarrassed me in front of her” Leah retorted. Just then, something over the fireplace caught her attention. 

Right in the center, where her picture holding up the Euro usually was, now stood a small transparent box. Inside was your autographed tennis ball. Leah picked up the box and couldn't help but smile at the sight of your signature, along with a smiley face.

“Hey, leave that there” her mother scolded as she entered the dining room with the two plates of food for dinner. 

“This should be mine, I'm her fan,” Leah said, fiddling with the box in her hand.

“Did you help Y/N win her trophy?” her mother retorted.

“Well, I got you there in the first place” Leah defended herself, placing the box back in its spot.

"Too bad that gift was given to me. If you want a ball, ask her for it." Amanda teased.

“You're my mother. You should be nicer to me.” Leah countered, taking a seat. 

"Yes, I am your mother, but I didn't raise a coward," Amanda said with a teasing smile. “Now eat”

Leah bit her lip nervously as she stared at her phone screen. The chat with you was open, and a picture of the autographed ball at her mother’s house was ready to be sent.

God, why was she so nervous? She had captained the England women's team to their first major title in history, yet now she was afraid to send a simple message.

“Screw it,” she muttered, hitting send.

“My mom won't let me touch the ball you gave her.”

Leah panicked as soon as the text was sent and quickly locked her phone. She glanced at her watch, it was past eleven o’clock at night, and she didn’t even know where in the world you were right now. The best thing to do was to go to bed and try not to think about the message. Maybe, if she was lucky, you would read it and respond in the morning. 

Within half an hour Leah was in bed, with her ipad in her lap, checking emails. Suddenly, her phone vibrated.

She had tossed it onto the bed ten minutes ago, and now it was lost somewhere among the sheets and the pile of pillows she had. She rummaged around looking for the phone, but couldn't find it, that was until her foot got tangled in the sheets, causing her to tumble to the floor. That's when she saw her phone, on the edge of the bed, covered by a pillow.

Without bothering to get up from the floor, she grabbed the phone and smiled when she saw the notification: a message from you.

“Aww, I seriously thought she would give it to you.”

Would it be too intense if she responded immediately? 

Leah decided to go for it. “My mother is not that kind of mother,” she typed and sent the message, then relaxed as she saw you had immediately read it. The bubble with three dots appeared instantly, confirming you wanted to keep the conversation going.

"Ah, my mother is similar. I understand," you replied.

Leah was taken by surprise when the next message popped up.

“What are you doing at this hour?”

She realized she was still sprawled on the floor of her room. She got up, climbed back into bed, and opened the first streaming app she saw on her ipad, choosing an old movie she had been trying to watch for days. She took a picture, making sure to show only the ipad and part of the bed, then sent it to you.

“Watching something.”

Leah shook her head,feeling like a teenager sending things like that. It reminded her of what she used to do years ago. But she wanted to sound interesting to you. What would you think of her if you knew she was actually just checking emails and watching old football matches, trying to figure out if she could play like she used to?

"What about you? I don't even know what time zone you're in."

“I’m in Italy, just an hour difference :)”

“Italy?”

"Resting. Back to my workouts tomorrow."

"Oh, right. What’s next for you now? Berlin?"

This time Leah was surprised to see that your response was not a text, but a voice message. She hesitated before playing it, then hit the button and heard your voice.

“Wow look at you, you really are a fan,” you said in a teasing tone. Leah blushed immediately. She couldn't send you a voice message because she was sure she would get too nervous. Leah Williamson, the same woman who had spoken at the UN months ago, now felt like a schoolgirl with a crush.

She took a deep breath and replied:

“Of course I am. I’ve watched almost all your matches since Wimbledon last year. I told you I was your fan when I met you. My mother made sure to emphasize that too.”

“I just thought it was to flatter me if I'm being honest... Not that I'm that self-centered, but it wouldn't be the first time it's happened.”

Leah could tell you were walking during the last voice message; there was background noise. You obviously weren't in a room.

“Where are you at this hour?”

The next thing Leah received was a photo of a couple of tennis courts. From the angle and the small table with a glass of water, she deduced that you were sitting a few feet away from the courts.

“I thought you were training from tomorrow?”

"On grass. The grass court season starts soon. Now I was just playing with my racket.” You explained in the message. Leah didn't have a chance to respond before receiving another voice message from you. "But it's getting late now, and I need to rest up for tomorrow's training session. Say hi to your mom for me please." 

"Of course, have a good rest," Leah replied, understanding the importance of proper rest for training sessions, especially during the season.

Days had flown by since that chat, and Leah was getting antsy. She was really hoping you'd reach out first this time, just to ease her mind that she wasn't bothering you. But as she sat at Alex's place,  enjoying a glass of wine over dinner before going out, she couldn't help but feel a bit silly constantly checking her phone for a message that never came.

As far as Leah knew you had already arrived in Berlin for the upcoming Open, not because you told her, but because she'd seen some snapshots of you during training sessions thanks to some tennis websites she followed.

Leah didn't know it, but your mind was fully consumed by the upcoming tournament with Wimbledon just around the corner. It was the topic of discussion throughout your entire day: grass, Berlin, Wimbledon, Leah no, wait, focus on that WTA ranking.

"Ready?" Lucas, your coach, asked, checking his watch. It was the last day before the tournament started.

"Huh?" You looked up, putting your phone down.

Lucas gave you a concerned look. "You okay? You've seemed kinda spaced out for a few days now."

You shook your head, trying to brush it off. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good."

"Is something up? You look kinda off," Lucas took a seat next to you, his concern evident in his expression. “You're not hiding some injury from me?"

"It's nothing. I'm fine, just tired” you lied, standing up and glancing at your phone once more. Lucas caught your glance.

"Don't tell me there's a girl," he said, rubbing his temples.

"What?! No! Of course not!"

"God, I knew it. It's that Italian girl, isn't it? I saw you chatting with her at the hotel."

"That was a waitress, Lucas. I'm serious, there's no one," you said, grabbing your bag from the floor. "I've got my priorities straight."

"Good. What you have to worry about now is Berlin. Remember, Wimbledon's around the corner" said Lucas, standing up and grabbing his bag. "If you want, after that tournament, you can sleep with whoever you want, Italian or not. But for now, you must keep your eyes on the grass. Okay?"

"Okay"

The next morning, as you sat down for breakfast, Leah's face caught your eye while scrolling through your Instagram feed. She had posted some photos, seemingly from a night out. 

It struck you how you hadn't come across Leah until the Roland Garros final; she seemed like an incredible person. You had even done a quick Google search when you first started following her on Instagram, impressed by her contributions to her sport back home.

It wasn't your fault that your family never showed much interest in football, so it wasn't surprising that you couldn't recognize any of the people beside Leah in those pictures. In the final photo, Leah was wearing a top that exposed her abdomen, wow, with a hand from someone you didn't recognize resting on her waist.

“Hmm?” You quickly tapped on the tag on the other woman's body. Her Instagram profile revealed that she was a football player too. Leah was in many of her photos, often seen next to her or hugging her. 

“Hey, Y/N” Lucas intervened, taking the phone from your hand and turning off the screen. “I've been trying to get your attention for minutes, your match starts in an hour.”

You nodded your head. Lucas didn't seem to notice the tension in your jaw, you tended to be serious before matches, so it wasn't unusual.

As you warmed up on the court, your mind couldn't shake the thoughts about Leah.

"Who was that other woman?"

"It doesn't matter. Leah is just a fan, maybe a friend, not someone you're going to marry."

"Exactly. Whether she has a partner or not shouldn't affect anything."

"But I couldn't help but find her cute."

"She's undeniably beautiful."

"Focus on Wimbledon."

Despite the game starting, your mind continued its internal debate.

Your opponent secured the first game at 40-0. Now it was your turn to serve. Just as you tossed the ball into the air, a nagging thought intruded again.

“Does she have a girlfriend?”

The ball hit the net. An irritated sigh escaped your mouth, knowing you had to make this serve count, aiming to avoid a double fault.

Shaking off the distracting thought, you prepared for another attempt. Gazing ahead, you focused on your opponent's movements, determined to regain control of the match.

"Her mother played matchmaker when we met," you mumbled to yourself, the distraction causing you to miss the hit once more. This time, it sailed over the net but landed wide, giving your opponent an unexpected point.

Even your opponent seemed surprised by the unforced error you just made, giving her a point without any effort on her part.

"I need to find out who she is," you muttered under your breath, feeling the pressure with each lost point.

Your serve had enough power behind it this time, but your return lacked precision, sending the ball flying into the stands. As the ball sailed out, your opponent glanced at you in disbelief, clearly surprised by the unforced error you had just made.

"Wälti, that was her name," you murmured to yourself, the name lingering in your mind like a persistent echo. 

With the score now at 40-15, your opponent was on the verge of breaking your serve.

You needed to get rid of the doubt, but you couldn't leave the game, you weren't that crazy. But you could do something else, win the game in record time. Focus on winning to satisfy your curiosity and anxiety. You adjusted the gold chain that hung around your neck and took a deep breath. You had to hurry.

The match ended 0-2, with you taking the sets at 2-6 and 1-6. Your best result on grass.

"Where'd that come from?" Lucas asked once you were alone. "Since when is your backhand so killer on grass?" he wondered. "I've never seen you pull off moves like that on grass."

"Just got inspired," you said, tossing your visor aside and slumping into the chair. "Can I have my phone now?" Lucas hadn't given it back to you yet, not as a punishment, but because you'd asked him to keep it. 

Lucas handed it over, eyeing you. "You're keeping something from me," he noted, scratching his beard. "But if it's what's making you play like a champ, I'm all for it," he said, grinning.

You brushed off your coach's voice, fingers darting to your Instagram. With a few taps, you found Leah's chat, eager to shoot her a message.

"Heyyy! How was your night?" you typed, your leg bouncing with impatience. Though you needed to hit the shower, the excitement of hearing from Leah consumed you.

"Hope you're not feeling too rough today; starting the week hungover would be nasty," you added, fingers hovering over the screen in anticipation. But as the moments passed, there was still no response from Leah, leaving you hanging in suspense.

A cold shower seemed like the perfect remedy to clear your mind, and thankfully, it did the trick. Lucas egging you on for extra drills, especially to fine-tune your backhand, also helped to distract you.

By dinner, any hope of hearing back from Leah had evaporated. You were so disinterested that you didn't even bother bringing your phone along. It wasn't until nearly ten, when you reached for your phone to set the alarm, that you noticed Leah's message—a voice message.

"Hey, fancy hearing from you!" Leah's voice chimed in, carrying that distinctive lilt that hinted at a potential afternoon spent dozing off. You could practically imagine her, wrapped up in blankets, nursing a post-party hangover. "Yeah, went out with some friends. We were celebrating the end of my mate's long-distance thing. Was fun, until they started getting all soppy, reminding me I'm the last single one in the group."

A groan slipped out before she continued, "I may have had a bit too much to drink," she confessed with a sheepish chuckle.

Those messages had been sent around 4 pm, while you were deep into your training session.

The rest of the voice messages were sent after 7 pm.

"What the heck was up with your game today?!" came the first, followed by a chuckle "Just watched the highlights of your match. Seriously, what did that poor player do to deserve such a thrashing from you? She ain't an ex, is she?"

Then, a last voice message added, "Sorry if that sounded a bit too nosy. Just curious, you know?"

You chuckled, enjoying the sound of Leah's accent. It had this magical way of making you grin like an idiot, even when you were just staring at your phone screen.

But now, what really mattered was Leah's relationship status, she was single, confirmed without even having to pry. Knowing she was single now seemed like a game-changer. Suddenly, that whole thing with Wälti didn't matter anymore, Leah's path was crystal clear. Not that you were planning to make any moves to win her over; that was definitely not on your agenda, at least not for now.

“Remember, Wimbledon”

Oh… the other thing that hit you: Leah truly proved herself to be your fan. It blew your mind that someone recovering from a hangover would bother to watch highlights of your match just to chat about it later. She was the first person to do that, apart from your coach or family.

"Hey, I'm free tomorrow, at least from the matches. What do you think if I call you tomorrow?" you typed, feeling a rush of anticipation mingled with nerves as you crawled into bed.

Before closing your eyes, you couldn't resist checking your phone one last time. And there it was, Leah's response: "Sure, call me anytime tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you."

With a grin stretching across your face, you drifted into the most peaceful sleep you've had in ages, feeling a sense of warmth and excitement settling deep within you.

[yuna542]

Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 17<-

Part 18

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Under 18 DNI!, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, pet names, dom!Minho, fingering

Word Count: 3.3k

Note: Currently I’m a bit busy with my mental and physical health. So if you have to wait for more parts I’m really sorry. I’ll do my best to upload! I really love this part and hope you will like it as well! Minho will always be my first big kpop crush -much love

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

The photo shoot went smoothly. Lee Know was a pro at this and the first pictures were finished in no time. He looked outrageously handsome in the outfits, which were mainly made of leather and thin fabric and you couldn't take your eyes off his thighs as his muscles tensed while posing.

Restlessly you crossed your legs on the small armchair as you were much more sensitive without your panties and you silently cursed Hyunjin for flinching at every touch and look from Lee Know.

Minho didn't miss your tense and partially absent attitude either. Especially since you shivered every time he stroked your thigh with his fingers or inconspicuously touched your butt as he walked by.

Just as he sat in front of you and the stylist was busy with his hair, you stared straight at your Ipad because you couldn't stand eye contact with him. He looked too hot and you were already rubbing your thighs together to relieve some of the rising tension.

Since the day you almost fucked in the practice room, there was this unspoken tension between you. His looks were more intense than usual, as if he was waiting for something.

But today without panties it was like torture. You felt exposed and as his eyes rested on your thigh, you could tell something was going through his mind.

You could only guess what he was thinking.

"When will the teaser be released?"

Questioningly, you raised your eyes and made the mistake of looking directly at him while he had not yet put on his shirt. His abs stood out under his marble-colored skin, making you falter. You could only stare at his broad shoulders and how the seductive muscles on his arms and chest tightened as he pulled the linen shirt over his head.

It took you a few seconds to remember that you actually wanted to answer him.

It will go into post-production tomorrow. We're aiming for next Friday", you explained quickly after clearing your throat and typing something on your Ipad quickly.

"We should have a movie night after everything is wrapped up."

You nodded quickly and squeezed your thighs tightly together to put a stop to your attention-seeking core. It didn't pass Minho by, but he was already called to the photographer and stroked your thigh as he stood up before disappearing back to the set.

You finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after a few minutes you decided to go to the bathroom to freshen up your makeup and recover from the crackling tension.

In the small bathroom, you marveled at the modern furnishings. In addition to high-quality cherry wood furniture, there was a huge mirror behind the stone sink, set in a golden frame.

The magazine company seemed to pay a lot of attention to aesthetics. While you stood in front of the mirror touching up your makeup, you didn't hear the door open and Minho slip in behind you because of the soft music playing in the room.

Until he pulled the door shut and stepped behind you and you could see him in the mirror.

"Minho? What are you doing here?", you asked in amazement and when you saw his face in the mirror, your heart automatically skipped a beat.

There was a fire burning in his eyes that took everything in and before you could react, he grabbed you by the hips and hunched you over the sink with his hand on the back of your neck.

One hand went under your dress and stroked your bare cunt, making you suck in a sharp breath.

"Fuck I knew it! You're not wearing any panties, you naughty kitten."

His grip on your neck was firm and he slid your dress over your hips without hesitation, giving him a perfect view of your ass and exposed core. Over the mirror you could see his eyes glowing with lust and immediately you got wet just from the way he dominated you.

“Should have guessed it, since you fucked Hyunjins thigh all desperate.”

He was still wearing the last outfit from the photoshoot that had driven you crazy. It consisted only of a linen shirt that revealed a little of his chest and a pair of leather pants that sat tight around his trained thighs.

His hair fell into his eyes, which shimmered like bitter coffee in the orange light of the bathroom.

"Hyunjin stole my panties earlier. Lino What..." but that's as far as you got, as he was already sinking a finger into your throbbing cunt and looking right into your eyes in the mirror.

Your mouth was open in surprise as he began to pump it into you mercilessly, putting pressure on your clit.

"You've had no panties on all morning like a needy slut. Anyone could have seen your bare pussy. The mere thought makes me hard. Do you think I'm going to let that go unpunished?"

In response, you could only gasp softly as he curled his finger inside you and you held onto the edge of the sink.

"Don't think I'm letting you get away with that, kitten."

It sounded like a threat he meant seriously, and his voice got a lot darker as he continued to finger you, tickling the naughtiest sounds out of you. He pushed the straps of your dress off your shoulders and freed your tits, unceremoniously undoing your bra and tossing it aside.

"Now I want to see you scream around my cock!", he murmured, reaching from behind to take your breast firmly and knead it.

„What about.. the Photoshoot... Minho", you gasped and he just grinned savagely.

„They have to wait. I, on the other hand, can't wait any longer to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock." When he added two more fingers, you moaned loudly and moved your hips eagerly against his hand.

A knot formed in your stomach as he continued to pump his fingers into you and you clenched hard around his fingers when he bend you firmly with his hand on your back over the sink.

That's when he suddenly pulled them out of you, grinning in amusement as you whimpered in despair at the loss of contact.

"The only way you're gonna come is around my cock, understand?", he whispered into your ear and you heard him already undoing his belt buckle. You eagerly shoved your hips towards him and arched your back, while your heated cunt was getting soaked by just his words.

"Don't worry kitten! I'll bend you over and fuck you against this sink, like the desperate little slut you are."

You bit your lower lip in anticipation as you couldn't wait to finally feel him inside you. Your eyes met in the mirror as he pulled out his hard cock and palmed himself a few times.

"Look at you! How beautiful you are, all desperate for my cock", he purred and slapped your ass, that made you tremble beneath him.

He looked stunningly beautiful with the dirty smile on his pink lips and the fluffy hair falling in his forehead.

And there you felt his tip already at your entrance. A contented growl tore from his throat as he pushed relentlessly into you, and the feeling of him tearing your insides apart brought tears to your eyes. With your vision blurred, you clawed tightly into the stone of the sink and felt it pressed coolly against your belly as he sunk inch by inch into your aching core.

His fingers dug firmly into your skin at your hip bones as he began thrusting into you and after the first few times you saw stars, due to the immense size that was filling you up.

He was so big that it took your breath away and all you could do was choke out gasps as he used your sore pussy to please himself. His roughness and his desire for you sent heat throughout your body and the pain quickly mixed with pleasure into a single overwhelming sensation.

"You love this, don't you? Love being treated like a useless little fuck toy?", he moaned as the soft elevator music was drowned out by the slapping of skin and your dirty whimpering.

One look in the mirror was enough to know the answer to his question. He continued to hold eye contact, enjoying your fucked out facial expressions. Your lips were parted and your eyes were glazed with tears as he relentlessly thrusted into you, stretching your walls.

Everything inside you strained and the knot in your stomach was about to snap.

"Oh fuck, don't stop! Minho please don't stop!" you pleaded, squinting your eyes. He hit all the sensitive spots deep inside you that made your legs go weak, and his little moans that escaped every time he thrusted hard into you and slapped his balls against your clit, emptied your head.

Your begging only heated him up more and that's when you felt his hand around your neck, closing it around your throat unshakeable. With the pressure on your air supply, he forced you to open your eyes and lift your gaze.

"I want to look at your pretty face while I fuck you until you come around my cock!"

The eye contact over the mirror with him was too much. Seeing his jaw twitch tensely and him pulsing parallel inside you with his hand around your neck pushed you over the edge and you clenched hard around him before you came with pornographic moans.

Your lips were swollen and you looked so naughty you would have been ashamed if he hadn't kept thrusting into you relentlessly.

"I'm gonna use that tight little pussy, until I'm coming, understand?", he clarified as he noticed you squirming under him from the overstimulation. Your clit was swollen and you felt drowsy from Lee Knows assault on your aching cunt.

But his thrusts were also getting sloppy and he thrusted so deep each time that your fingers were already aching, from clawing so hard into the sink.

He looked down as his dick disappeared into your sore pussy and was covered by your juices and with another look in the mirror, your face tensed with pleasure was enough to make him come inside you. You felt him deep inside you painting your walls white and he sunk into you a few more times until he slumped over you, his breathing rattling.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed along your spine, up to your shoulders. As he did, you felt your juices mixing inside you and he sighed softly against your neck.

"Your so perfect for me...", he murmured and you smiled exhaustedly at him over your shoulder.

That's when he leaned down to you and kissed you so hard it made you dizzy. He moved his lips against yours with so much passion and your tongues played in unison that it was in strange contrast to his rough manner.

Now his touches were loving, careful and gentle, bringing butterflies to your stomach.

Before he pulled out of you, he grabbed wipes next to the sink and cleaned you and himself up. Your legs were shaking from the orgasm that had messed up your insides and after he threw the wipes away, he put his clothes back on, turned you to face him and helped you fix your clothes.

“I’m so sorry that I can’t take my time with you… I’ll make that up to you, I promise.”

Then he kissed you again, with both hands on cupping your face, and your body automatically snuggled up to his. He smelled like soothing herbals and woodsy citrus scents that messed with your mind while kissing you intensely.

"We should go back. We've been gone for too long", you moaned into his mouth in between kisses, because he made no move to let go of you. He kissed you like he needed your lips to breathe and as much as you enjoyed being caressed by him, you still had a job to do.

"I can't help it. I'm addicted to you", he said when he finally broke away from you and placed a few more kisses on your neck.

"You go ahead. I'll catch up with you", you said, fixing his hair a little so it looked kind of like it did before.

He gave you one last kiss, from which it was obviously hard for him to break away, and then reluctantly disappeared through the door.

Only then did you dare to breathe and with your heart pounding you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a mess and your makeup was completely smeared. You used the time to put everything back in place and at the same time you couldn't stop grinning.

Tonight would be the first night in the dorm and you had just been fucked by one of the most attractive men at an important photoshoot. It was too surreal to be reality and yet here you were, still able to feel him filling you up.

On the way back, you kept giving each other meaningful looks and smiling like love-struck idiots. That little secret between you was exciting and made the sex even more addictive. Later, when you were getting your things ready in your office to go home for the day, you started to get restless.

Moving into the dorm with the guys was thrilling and you were looking forward to it too. When you were done with everything, you went to the studio and found Chan at his laptop and Seungmin on the couch.

"I'd be ready", you said, and they both nodded.

"Yeah. We're done here for the day too. Let's get out of here!", Chan said and was relieved to see you.

It was a strange feeling going home with the boys and at the same time it felt right. They had become your family by now, after all, you slept with them too.

In the dorm you threw your shoes right off and when you got to your new room you were flooded with happiness. It had turned out really nice.

There was a huge canopy bed, a desk with everything you needed to work, a big closet, a dressing table and much more. Everything was there and the room looked inviting and friendly because of the plants and decorations Hyunjin helped you to choose.

Satisfied, you changed your clothes and in a pair of leggings and a top, you strolled back to the living room where Hyunjin was sitting on the couch on his cell phone.

When he lifted his eyes, he grinned with amusement.

Directly, you stood in front of him with your arms crossed and held out your hand.

"Can I have it back now?"

He took your hand, turned it and kissed the back of it teasingly.

"You're not going to get it back that easily. You'll have to try harder for that."

All right. If he wanted to play like that...

You kept your eyes on him and he looked surprised as you tied your hair up in a ponytail and got down on your knees in front of him. You stroked your fingers slowly over his knee and up his thigh and you could feel his whole body tense at the sight.

You looked him in the eye again, biting your lower lip seductively and stroking the bulge in his pants.

He smiled in anticipation and stroked his fingers down your cheek to your lips, where he pulled your bottom lip down slightly with his thumb and let it rest against your chin.

You leaned forward, enjoying how he was completely absorbed in you. Then you took his index finger and middle finger in your mouth and started sucking on them.

"Shit...", he mumbled aroused and you felt him getting hard under your fingers. Challengingly you let his fingers slide in and out your mouth as you would suck his dick.

"Oh my god...", you heard from the doorway and you both looked to Han who was holding an apple he must have grabbed in the kitchen. You used the moment to stand up, giving Hyunjin one last amused look as he grabbed a pillow to press onto his growing bulge.

Standing before Han, you put your arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the cheek before taking the apple from him, taking a bite, and disappearing into the kitchen.

Han and Hyunjin were left equally perplexed and Hyunjin now gradually realized that this was your sweet revenge.

-

Han dropped down next to Hyunjin and looked at him in confusion.

"What happened?"

"I stole her panties at work today, and this is how she's paying me back."

Han had to laugh and looked down at the pillow he was pressing between his legs.

"She got you heated up so easily and then disappeared?", he laughed, trying to snatch the pillow away from Hyunjin, who was desperately trying to fight off Jisungs hands.

"You'll get hard if she just looks your way!", he snapped at him, and you smiled as you heard their bickering all the way into the kitchen.

That's when Chan joined you and hugged you from behind.

„I missed you", he whispered near your ear and you leaned against him and giggled slightly.

„We have just seen each other."

„I know. It was still too long."

He pressed a kiss on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your body so tightly, as if he never wanted to let you go.

„I live with you now. So I have to see your face every day now", you teased him and wiggled your butt at him. You squirmed in his embrace as he lightly began to pinch your side and tickled you with a warm smile.

Quickly he turned you around and pulled you by the face into an exuberant kiss. You melted into the sweet kiss and pressed your chest tight against his.

„Channie don't eat her up on her first evening at the dorm!", Felix voice appeared next to you and you both looked at him with an amused smile.

„Hey, jagi", he said and you loved the new blonde hair on him that he got today.

„Hey Lixie. You look amazing", you said a bit flustered and the smile he gave you, lightened your mood even more.

„Let's get something to eat!", he decided and an hour later you all gathered in the living room to eat your delivered food.

„Jagi, if you want to stay in my bed for the night, I wouldn't say no", Han teased and Changbin looked at him while shaking his head.

„If so she would definitely want to sleep with me", he said.

„Next to you she would have no place in bed", Seungmin said dryly and made you all laugh.

„Absolutely. Bin, you would crush her while you sleep!", Han laughed at him and he drew his eyebrows together.

„With you, she wouldn't get a second of sleep. Cause you'd try to bang her all night!", he shot back.

Chan tried to hide his smile and Felix head rested in your lap, while you listened to them bickering. While you tried to follow the conversation, you stroked Felix's hair and he had meanwhile closed his eyes, humming delightful.

Hyunjin laughed loudly because of Hans outraged face and Jeongin snorted entertained.

"To be clear: Tonight I sleep in my bed. And all alone!", you declared and ended the discussion with that.

->Part 19

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[ijjstlostthegame]

Seeing your post about the bunker hit my heart, do you think that Branch once he gets to see it loves it? Big bro Jd needs some love

This has stayed in my inbox long enough, i wanted to draw a comic for this but ny ipad got confiscated so imma write something for this instead

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"and yeah, that's the bunker" John Dory said lifting his hand from the elevator's lever once they arrived at their next destination, trudging forward nervously he opened the door to a room and motioned for his little brother to tag along.

"and this is your room" JD said waving around the place.

Branch stepped inside with aw, looking around the room with a smile on his face.

"i tried to make it as comfortable for you as possible" John says, "so i customized it to suit you!" He continues a small smile cracking on his face before it falters, " or at least what i thought would suit you... " He continued, the silence that he was met with made him feel uneasy though, and he felt the need to add more.

"You- you can change it up however you want of course- I mean it's your room- this whole place was-was built for you- i mean, you remember the hideout and everything-"

His little spiral was cut off when his baby brother took him into an embrace, his weak drained body leaning fully on his big brother but still holding tight.

John was taken back by the gesture, touch and hugs weren't his thing, they stopped being his thing a long time ago, but he had to force himself from physically jerking away from his baby brother's hug.

Especially when he felt his jacket getting damp where Branch's head lied.

He reluctantly raised his arms and wrapped them around branch, giving him a few pats on the back.

Branch chuckled, then came his voice, "i love it John, i love it so much", JD relaxed at that, Branch loved the room, so that was good.

"and i missed you" Branch adds on.

And JD stiffens.

His grip tightens around Branch, and he can feel his own eyes burning.

"I missed you too, Bitty B"

[zeydaan-isabella]

Vanquishing Vanity

Commission for Sreck with story written by them and partially by Vinomath

Eliza always told me I looked great for someone in her thirties. Good for!? Thirty is the new twenty. I know I still look good because I still turn heads to this day. I get compliments on my body from horny desperate bachelors. Eyes are usually being pulled down by the “gravity” of my breasts, as one artist said. Not only that, I have opened my own law firm; Jolyne Guerrero Law. I have come up working my way from being an intern and finally broke out as a prosecutor in order to help my clients.

Guess that is why I caved and made a little work out area in my office. All I did was move some of my office equipment to one corner of my room and set up some dumbbells and a workout ball. I know my job as a lawyer does not require any physicality, but I do like to maintain my figure.

Eliza referred me to a specific work out series she found. Apparently it was ripped from a VHS and converted to audio form. For the best there is no visual for me to look at. Always gives me the sense I am being watched and judged. That happens to me enough in the courtroom, I don’t want that in my own home!

I push play on my tablet.

"Welcome to your new workout obsession. By the time it's over, you'll be ready for any fight." the male voice said. "To begin, we're going to be doing some stretches. We'll start with our legs, simply take a step forward and try to touch the tip of your toes."

Easy enough. I straighten my legs and bend down to touch my toes. They were looking oddly red and pointed. I never painted my toenails, but I would have at least trimmed them. My legs are becoming thicker with my feet following suit. Two of my toes merged together on each foot. I hope it is just me not focusing.

"Alright, stretch time is over. Next, we're going to be getting some cardio going. You will jog in place for five minutes before we move on to the next stage. Don't over-exert yourself, keep a slow tempo."

Running in place, my footsteps are becoming heavier. I know I am going to get complaints from the neighbor downstairs. Looking at my feet again, I notice that not only do they look gray, but they are further away from me. Why was I having a growth spurt?

My stomach looks more chiseled. I don’t have a belly or anything, but this is way tighter than it usually is. This had to be the work out working. Right?

"Excellent work, let's keep it up. We're going to be working on the glutes now. We're doing ten reps of squats. Feel the burn!"

As I resume the exercise and try to focus on completing my squats, a rip is heard. I turn around and see a reptilian tail. What is this recording doing to me?! I have to stop! Something is very wrong. I have to turn this off!

"Do not be distracted, every moment you pause your workout is another moment you waste both of our time," the man's voice suddenly said. "If you keep it up, I'll have to get someone else to take over your regimen."

Before I can turn off my ipad and stop the file, the voice became a deep guttural growl "W-what did you just say?"

"What's your name?" the voice snarled.

Odd question. My name is…no. No no no! Why can’t I remember it? This should be the easiest question in the world. I write it every day for my job and my business even has it in its own name!

I grip my head, as a different sensation is occurring. Two bumps formed on my forehead. Bumps begin to widen and sharpen, turning into some kind of horns. The tips of which are sharp enough to cause a drop of blood to form on my finger.

"For every second you're not exercising, more of your mind will drip away, no better motivator than stakes," the voice said with eerie confidence. "Now then, you still have more reps left." The voice went back to the peppy man from the start of the recording.

"I cannot focus on the workout if these changes keep happening!" I retort. Why did it sound so...wrong? I've always had a tail...right? It was weird because I couldn't remember my name, that's it!"

"Three reps to go."

Not wanting to disobey, I continue with the final three reps. My name? Why can’t I recall it? I know I have a law firm so I try to think back to that. If I could just remember the name of my firm I could get some of my name. It was a Jo sounding name. Jodie? Joanna? Jordan? There can’t be that many woman names that start with Jo. I know it is Jol-

"Alright, let's bring things back down to the ground." the voice said. "Get down on your hands and feet, it's time for push ups. Like the squats, we'll be doing ten reps of them.

The next work out instruction snapped me back into reality. Worst of all, I lost that name I thought of. I already hate it when it happens normally, but this felt like dropping a phone in an open sewer drain. I get back onto the floor, hands and toes flat on the ground and begin to push my chest onto the ground.

Around the sixth push up, I noticed my breasts were not hitting the ground as much any more. This tape did something to my girls.

"We're sticking back to the ground because now it's sit-up time! Get that core worked out!"

Perfect, this will at least give me an opportunity to look at my chest. As I figure out how to lay on the ground with my new tail I can finally look. Where did they go? Both were gone, or at least became really flat.

It always annoys me how many co-worker, clients and especially strangers ogle and stare at them. Still I was proud of them. I could not deny they were sexy and that made me feel good. Now they are just gone! I want to cry, but I can’t. I do not want to make these changes worse than they already are.

As I continue to do sit ups, I also notice something odd with my clothes. The lack of them.

My yoga pants are completely gone. Yet, I feel like my butt has some kind of padding that is preventing me from feeling my wood floors. Getting a better look at my leg is much worse. These are tree trunk legs, almost as thick as my torso. In between parts of my legs, there are gray and black scales forming that look inhuman next to my tan skin.

What is more unnerving is the river of red on my toe nails and legs. Like fire is forming on my legs. I am able to briefly touch it and there is some kind of heat coming from it, not unlike a fireplace.

"We're close to the end, let's start winding down." the voice said. "Let's loosen the neck, just simply roll your head along your shoulders in a circular motion, that'll help your neck and shoulders to wind down."

This is a nightmare! I'm not supposed to have scales. I should not be almost six feet nor be completely nude. What did I do to deserve this?

As I continue to roll my neck, my hair is growing longer, blonder, more unkempt. My precious black locks are gone. Before I could bemoan the loss of my hair color, there is a sharp pain and then a rip from what is left of my top.

Cold air from my ceiling fan blows against my sweaty back and a shiver. I briefly look behind and I see some kind of wings. Not feathery or light, it felt firm. Am I becoming some kind of dinosaur?!

"And last one! Hold your arms behind your head and stretch them out. Then after a 45 second hold, raise your dominant arm into the air, while keeping the other one bent." The voice returned to that deep commanding voice from earlier.

None of this is right, it is all wrong. I’m not a man, my hair isn't supposed to be this long, blond or unkempt. I should not have these horns or a tail. Before I could ponder everything about me that was wrong. Wait how did I..?

Nothing. My mind dulled, and I was staring ahead with a blank expression on my face. My arms are held in the last stretch I could remember. Remembering anything else is impossible. All I can do is process what I am feeling.

My face feels like it is being grabbed and pulled forward, like some kind of muzzle. The sharp teeth that were clustered in my mouth began to space out, giving me sharp fangs. Yellow eyes losing their pupils and become pure gold.

More spikes grow around my hairline. Not that it matters as my mane of gold has expanded, losing the tight and trimmed hair I had. Any patch of skin on my body is covered with scales. My legs are already the proper size. Not to mention a cod piece to hide and protect my new “other tail”.

A pulse goes through my body. I feel as if I am expanding. My arms grow longer to match the proportions of my enlarging torso. Any flab from my breasts is chiseled into firm muscle. Pleasant pops in my spine provide relief as I grow taller and taller. My tail has become thicker, I have full control of it. I slam it against the ground.

Finally, blades begin to form on my arms. Perfect for delivering killing strikes to my opponent. My biceps feel incredible as I can feel my arm bulking out with muscle due to this stretch.

My body is perfectly tuned and trained for the fight. I know I am massive and it instills pride in me.

"Excellent work Caesar" the recording said, a small "click" being heard as recording stopped.

I come to. I maneuver my other arm back to my side and start moving my claws, making sure my hands are not stiff.

That damned cat is so slow to get ready. Slow enough to where I finished a work out recording from front to back. No wonder I became absorbed in my meditation. We are in the arena to fight as a test of strength, not of beauty.

Doesn’t matter. Once I am in that ring, I will put her arrogance on display. I will grind her bones into dust under my heel, destroy her fighting spirit and leave her broken. Pantera will regret ever challenging Caesar Valius. The Calamity of the Vanquished Souls tournament. No one will ever take my title as champion!

“Mr. Valius. Pantera is ready for the match.” Ah that is more like it. Eliza is not unnerved by my presence. This is why I respect her, even if she calls me Caesar(ce-sar) as opposed to Caesar(Kaiser). She just calls me Mr. Valius, which I also do not like, but she does not seem to care.

“About time she is ready.” I make my way past the door, Eliza clearing the way like the good handler she is.

My walk turns into a jog, then into a sprint. People make pains to avoid me as I barrel down this hall. People call me a beast. A monster. A demon. All insults that I take as a point of pride. It shows that they fear me, recognize my strength and my fighting prowess.

This is what I live for.

[buckevantommy]

in primary school (age 10-ish) i remember touch screen technology being the coolest sci-fi thing that was in the near future and i couldn't wait. They soon came out with ipods - which were cool, but not touch screen. In high school folks had indestructible nokia bricks, flip phones, and those keyboard slide phones that looked like mini gaming consoles. i remember the first generation iphone and the first touchscreen ipod around the same time I remember the new (last?) Harry Potter book coming out and lunchtime was weirdly quiet because everyone had their noses in the book wanting to finally read the story but also wanting to finish first. i remember bringing high school assignments into school on floppy disks - we're talking mid 2000s - because usb drives were quite new and too expensive. not many people had touch phones by the time i finished high school but if they did you knew their families were rich. only rich families and tech-loving people had ipads. laptops were still expensive and not something every student had, again just the rich folk and computer science kids. i remember going for walks wearing a certain hoodie/cardigan with a pocket big enough to hold my CD Walkman. i remember walking to my local video rental store - Blockbuster or Video Ezy or that independant place that had the coolest vibes - years before i could drive to rent part 1 of a tv series, season 1 part 1 with the first 4 of 12 episodes in one dvd case. i remember not being allowed to rent ma15+ or r18 movies. i remember having to do battle around the tv at certain times bc different family members wanted to watch different things and we only had one tv - a staticky, bulbous thing, not a flat screen and not a smart tv bc they didn't exist yet - bc there were no streaming services in australia yet - ipads still weren't really an affordable thing yet so people watched dvd movies on desktop computers and laptops and portable dvd players and dvd players plugged into these non-smart tvs. 

i remember finding the workarounds to burn dvds. i remember whittling down playlists to fit music onto burned blank cds. i remember refusing to pay $2.99 for a song on itunes and instead browsing the sales at the local Sanity or JBHIFI store for certain artists compilation albums and unfolding the poster art to pin to my wall or read through the lyrics booklet. i remember the old printers that were slower but didn't rely on wifi and bluetooth and they always worked. i remember the cosmic screech of dial-up noise on the landline phone - yeah the one attached to the wall and with a curly cord connecting the reciever - if someone was using the internet. i remember MySpace and its customisation long before Facebook took on and eventually became the untraversable hellscape it is today. i remember Youtube before the ads. i remember the early days of social media and as everything got good for a while before they all started emulating the censorship shitstain that is Tiktok. i remember playing snake on my Nokia brick and the ringtones made via button tones.

i remember roadtrips of gazing out the window long before parents gave an ipad to each kid in the back seat. i remember bringing physical books on roadtrips and long train trips bc smartphones and ipads didn't exist or, again, were only for the rich families. i remember LayBy being a very grown up thing for people with credit cards (re:parents) long before Afterpay existed. i remember using cash to pay for everything including bus fare when i forgot my paper school pass that lived in that little wallet with the plastic window. i remember using a payphone to call friends and home because i ran out of texting credit. i remember waiting to be picked up from an after school sport of weekend game by a parent with a previously agreed upon time and place bc i didn't have a mobile phone. i remember pocket-sized digital cameras and memory cards. i remember when GoPro became a thing. i remember going somewhere new for the first time and not knowing much about it bc Googling It wasn't always possible - we got our information from stories and visitor brochures bc few places had websites let alone social media pages and you couldn’t look them up online if you were on the road. 

i remember yearning for the near future where personal tech became real and then accessible; but personal tech has brought problems along with its entertainment value and multi-tool features. i remember feeling lonely and broken as a kid and a teenager bc i didn’t have access to online communities; but online is still no replacement for irl social interaction. i remember wishing there was more media for my interests and relatability; and now i’m flooded with choice in numerous streaming services that promote bingeing (fast! now! consume!) while mistreating creators and hoarde content to hoarde gold. i remember wondering how other people lived their lives day-to-day bc i was curious and bc i needed hope that i wasn’t alone but also that it could get better; now social media is raising generations of young people with neurosis to share every day of their lives and training all generations to consume content in fast-paced bite-size pieces as we doomscroll and numb ourselves to irl experiences. 

i remember all of this and i’m 30 fucking 3 years young. 

[birkcreative]

Burned Out on Creativity? Could a Spontaneous London Escape Be the Spark You Need?

I'm battling burnout, and have been for at least year. My come-down from 3 years in a pandemic, with three young sons at home, and a husband that no longer has to leave home for work continues to take a toll on my mental, spiritual and physical health.

In an effort to save my own creative life, I've been designing cheap and surprising effective ways to bring myself back to the moment I am in, things likes lighting wooden wick candles with real matches, taking the time to crane my neck back and look up, touching the roots of my hair, listening to birds. I even wrote about this recently in my essay for Fast Company, and even curated a playlist to help remind me of my goal: To prevent a total flameout.

So when I decided spontaneously to fly to London, alone, to a country I hadn't been to in 20 years, I knew that this wasn't a down and dirty anti-burnout hack. This to me was a f* it, #yolo, tomorrow-is-not-promised type of a trip.

In my imagination, I pictured visiting the Tate Modern, taking photos of myself eating at cafes, and shopping. I even brought an empty suitcase, dreaming I'd come back with one of a kind fashions. I had it all planned out in my mind, a perfect instagrammable experience, ready to share, and maybe even in the hopes of it landing me new clients because ya' know, I'd be looking so unbothered and classy. What can I say? I'm an entrepreneur.

What I got instead sent me on a journey of gratitude, where I located my creative spark, and my younger self's desired to be nomadic, light in spirit and open to conversations with people I've only just met. Here are my five hacks that helped me spontaneously get on a plane to London.

1) Believe you can leave. Just believe it. First, your thoughts have to say yes, I can. And then visualize yourself getting up, packing a bag, taking the train, or Uber, sitting at the airport with a bourbon on ice, stepping into the plane, sleeping, and then stepping off the plane to grab your luggage and then riding the tube to your hotel or hostel. Do a Google search of images to help you visualize every step. Visualizing is required in order to create and before anything else is possible or doable.

2) Pick a random travel date, and make sure to purchase a refundable ticket. This way your stress around the date is reduced, because you know you can always move the date. Fluidity is imperative when traveling spontaneously. Refundable tickets are generally more expensive but if you have an AmEx card for Business, especially a Platinum one, you can earn points, and have more buyer protection services in all of your purchases. Entrepreneurs can work from anywhere in the world now. Don't let the media tell you, you have to go into an office. I took my iPad office with me to the airport, to the business lounge and to business class on United. I got loads of work done, and it was breathtakingly fun.

3) Don't book your hotel until a day or two before you leave. If you are alone, and a woman, consider a hotel versus an AirBNB. You will want a community and more service available nearby. Hotels provide this. Being spontaneous helps with the surprise and a mental exploration process which kick starts ideas and more visualization. I use ChatGPT to help me with hotels. My prompt usually goes like this: Give me five hotels within a ten minute walk of [fill in address of destination]. You can continue along with prompts like: I am 83 years old, can you confirm that these hotels are a 10 minute walk for an 83 year old.

4) Pack lots of underwear, socks, one pair of dark pants, one dark shirt or blouse, one dark colored dress and your make up plus hair products—and nothing more! If you have natural hair like me, load up your hair with product, then keep restyling in ponytails, or wraps for the entire trip. Keep your suitcase empty. If you need clothes, shopping options are everywhere. I made a decision to shop thrift. Thrift shopping outside of your usual local haunts brings an explosion of colors, cultures and often brands you've never heard of. I loved this because thrift shopping in London sent me on a journey of experimentation. I discovered new labels, and struck up conversations with the people that worked at the stores who were always ready to talk. This experience got my creative vision moving again. I loved it.

5) Wander with no hard and fast destination in mind. While in London, take the Tube and get lost. Sit and watch people on the train. It's more fun than riding the subway in NYC. London still has independent stores. Stop in and strike up a conversation with the store owners. You’d be amazed at how happy they are that a customer wants to know about their business journey and how willing they are to share a story or two. These stories can turn into creative ideas for your own content creation process. Ask your business network back home, if there is anyone interesting you should meet while you are there. It’s fun to have a blind business date meeting with someone you don’t know, chill and just go with the flow.

Overall, there is something about traveling alone, without a plan, strategy or structure, that brings the wonder and even a little bit of discomfort that can ignite a new creative thought or idea. I’m ready for 2024, and my next trip is going to be Italy. How about you?

[kiloskywalker]

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

I can always trust @chaotictarlos to ask the good questions: 🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Definitely how both TK and Carlos seem to have physical touch as one of their love languages. I love that, from the little hand holds they do, to Carlos' scritches on TK's chest at the airport (that one is adorable idk why), to the way they bury their faces into the other persons' neck. Its cute and I love it. In a couple of my fics, I use that as a little bit of a cue. I tend to like to write really intense drama stuff (i'm a sucker for hurt/comfort), and there are times when I use one character holding/touching another character as a mental cue to remind them that the other is still there, alive, and breathing. 👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

OOOOH BOYYYY, I'm so excited. I have a number of small drabbles that I write usually just for myself as a creative outlet. But my magnum opus for this year is my upcoming multichapter AU: "Take My Breath Away". Without giving too much away, its essentially a Tarlos slow burn, enemies/rivals to lovers, fighter pilot TOP GUN AU. My goal is to have the fic completely written out before I send it to get checked and edited where I will plan on releasing it one chapter at a time. Not only that, but I do have a FULL SERIES with this AU planned, with at least two or three other fics that will come after it. I'm excited, and nervous, and so proud of it. 🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Both. I tend out do a long one page outline that reads more like a basic plot so I have an idea where the story will go. From there, I break that down into subsections and scenes (this part I do by hand in a journal, its part of my process and helps way more than just going in blind and typing it on a document). I also tend to write in order as opposed to jumping around and writing different scenes whenever the inspiration strikes, it helps to ensure that there are fewer plot holes. I use GoogleDocs to write and collect all the fics since I have it on multiple devices and since I travel a lot for work I usually don't take my laptop with me everywhere and instead will take my personal iPad to type everything out on. Sometimes I will write it even on the GoogleDocs app on my phone between flights. Thank you so much for the questions! I had fun answering them!

[jpsvlogue]

Never Ending Miracles

Every people born in this world is blessed by God for the life given and the experience to feel along with the guidance of the Almighty. Every person has a miracle every day, specifically when danger comes. This also happened to me even before I existed. I existed for a purpose and that’s to become a priest as my mother’s covenant to God. My parent’s offspring was all female and gladly miracle that I existed as a boy by my parents’ prayer request. 

Another miracle happened, I was almost close to death caused by some errors during my mother’s labor. As seen by the ultrasound, my navel which is the gate way in supplying my oxygen and nutrients connected to my mothers’, is twisted. So, whenever my mother contracted for me to push me outwards, my heart rate was decreasing. My mother prayed to the Lord and asked him to take charge of me. Yet, there is another way for me to be free inside my mother’s womb and it is Caesarean. Thank God I’m safely born but I was needed to be incubate for a long period of time due to the lack of nutrients and to be oxygenated, as well to make my weight passed to the required weight standard of the hospital because I’m lack in months as required to be 9 months. 

The third biggest miracle happened in my life. I was a kid or a toddler in this phase, yet I can walk smoothly. Suddenly it happened that I was unable to walk nor to stand and my parents became confused about what happened to me. It is literally that I cannot walk but then God gave my parents a great idea for me to stand and walk. It's Saturday and my parents have a covenant to go to our church of El Shaddai in Parañaque. That church is really big, and it has a field. During the late afternoon when the ground is warm in that field, my parents put me to the ground and by my parent’s faith, I gradually stand and walk. My mother and I went for a checkup and the doctor said that it is juvenile Arthritis, which is the physical damage to the joints that causes the inability to walk or to dress. 

My fourth greatest miracle is that God saved me from nightmare and sleep paralysis. So many demons or entities that I had encountered in my dreams, but God never abandoned me. I remember when I was a kid, I encountered three demons in my dreams with various beast or animal faces, red eyes, and dead grey color. We are at dead fountain in abandoned city but the angel at my back encourages me to fight them. When I had the courage to fight them, we teleport into our second floor, and I touch their forehead singing Nuestro Padre Hesus Nazareno while holding the Holy Bible. In that song, they vanished. Another dream that I encounter is I’m taking a video selfie in Ipad and I almost flip the camera into front but I saw my sister passing either she came from our terrace or going to our terrace, I don’t exactly remember that part but I saw the woman is same as my sister’s movement passing by but they are physically different and her butt part is burning and our terrace in Ipad’s screen is burning. Then suddenly everything blacks out and I can’t see nothing then I just say “God” and her face suddenly bump into my face away from me saying “nooooo!” and I woke up. 

Then I experienced the sleep paralysis when I dream that we are eating in our dining area then my mother so a demon peeping at the corner of the door and luckily, I bravely go near to him and try to fight him. Unexpectingly, he brings me to the real place where we sleep with my mom, and it is dark. I saw him sitting near my foot and I try to say the word “In Jesus name” but he controls my lips from saying. Realistically, I can’t control my lip in real life as well as my body and I feel that entity controls me. But one thing I assure that he can’t control my mind, so I ask help to God through my mind. Then I feel the sudden power that he can’t control me, and I bravely say in my dreams loudly “In Jesus name!” but a silent whisper in real life for I know that I’m still asleep and my mother will wake up if I loudly do that in real life. Then the demon escaped from our terrace and passed through the grills. Another, I was almost to wake in that morning, seeing the daylight pass through my eyes even my eyes close but I cannot wake up for there are entity of demons control my body and lips because they knew that I would say God’s name. But again, I asked the Lord for help in my mind, and He saved me, so I woke up. When I realized my sins God from those rescues that He did, I cried and repented that day. 

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Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, you’re forced to hide in a safehouse with a man you’ve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, you’re forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before it’s too late. (Sam Wilson x Gender Neutral Reader)

Warnings: cursing, violence, guns, death

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: greetings. i have returned with a series that i have actually finished writing beforehand so i just have to post the chapters and yes this means i will not let this go incomplete  shoutout to my bitch @midnightsunfae​ for putting up w me mwah lov u if i’ve completely butchered sam’s character, tell me so i can delete my entire account pls and thanks 

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“Alexander Pierce.” The file fell on the table with a resounding thud.

“What about him?”

“I want him dead.”

The house stood tall; obnoxious, almost, with loud embellishments of gold. It screamed wealth spent lavishly and without any reasonable thought.

Also it was ugly.

You scaled the gate, landing on the gravel silently. There were no security measures that you could see beyond the automated entry and CCTV whose light wasn’t blinking. Must have been a power outage. An unlikely coincidence, but it just made your job easier.

You made a move towards the side of the house, staying close to the trees that lined the driveway, out of the direct line of sight of the house’s front door. 

His car was parked outside; a swanky looking race car kept outside just for show. He was definitely at home.

A window at the side of the mansion was left slightly ajar. A quick sweep up the side of the house proved that the rest of them were shut.

Your eyebrow quirked up in suspicion, quickly taking a look around to see if you were being watched. For a few seconds the world didn’t seem to move, eerily silent other than the rustling of leaves.

Pierce was clearly the flagbearer of home security.

You stuffed your gun into the waistband of your pants, freeing both your hands to tug yourself into the room.

Your gun found its way into your hand once more as you scanned the room. He wasn’t on the bed. You deemed the silence as an indicator to safely to move ahead. 

So far it seemed easy.

Too easy?

Ransone’s body was spread across his chair, leisurely stroking at his stubble. His other hand thrummed rhythmically at the timber in front of him. His eyes were glazed over; physically present but mind wandering elsewhere.

You waited for him to explain further, knowing better than to interrupt his train of thought.

He had the strangest penchant for drama and theatre. From what you could gather of the dim light in the room and his stance, he had just watched The Godfather. Again.

“Do you know how long it took me to build this business?” His words sounded like a musing, akin to a private thought he was letting you in on. “This empire, Y/N?”

“Twenty three years.” Your arms were crossed behind you, a sign of discipline he demanded from all members of the organisation. 

“And I haven’t gotten there by being the neighbourhood church boy.” He gestured to one of the two men beside him, a rifle strung across their back at the ready. One of them-- Rumlow--  stepped forward, lighting a cigar and handing it to him.

He took a long drag, taking his time to exhale, flicking at the cigar to get rid of the loose ash. If he just got to the point, you could have left about twenty minutes ago.

“I’ve done terrible things,” he admitted, “but you know? I won’t be blamed for them. A bit of collateral damage was inevitable.”

His chair swayed from side to side as his feet thumped at the table. It annoyed you endlessly. You never told him.

“And you know how I feel about collateral damage, right?”

“Show no mercy.”

The house was silent, except for the faint sound of the television some distance away. You wouldn’t have been able to see if not for the moonlight that illuminated the space through the large windows.

Your gun pressed tightly to your side, you made your way down the open hallway. As you passed by the kitchen, the ticking of the timer on the oven made you pause. The oven itself wasn’t on but the clock was still ticking.

A bowl was kept on the marble island separating the rest of the hall from the kitchen. A pair of car keys lay mangled among a couple of dollar bills and loose change like he threw it in carelessly. 

Continuing further down the hall, you came to the realisation that it culminated in a room that faced his backyard. Only a single glass sheet acted as a barrier between him and the outdoors.

You could hear the show getting louder, hidden from your line of sight by the couch in front of it.

Pierce’s head faced away from you and towards the only light source in the room. He hadn’t heard you come in.

From what you could see, he was asleep. Head slumped slightly, arm slinked over the backrest and no other movement.

It wasn’t actually a TV, just an iPad on its loudest setting with Netflix playing what looked like Horrible Bosses. A man with exquisite taste, obviously.

You took one step at a time, slowly making your way towards the couch until you were just a step or two behind him. You raised your arm, pressing your gun to the back of his head.

“Show no mercy,” he repeated, the corner of his mouth turning upward as he looked at you.

You wanted to shift under his stare. Your muscles were beginning to feel a dull burn, a sign that you had been standing still for too long. 

“So tell me, after all my effort-” he stuck his bottom lip out mockingly- “should I let my fucking company get destroyed by one person?”

His hand harshly slammed down on the table as he lurched forward in his chair, eyes seething.

You nearly jumped at his sudden change in demeanour, knuckles tightening in anticipation.

“Tell me, boys, how far do I tolerate liars?” His stare didn’t waver, looking straight into your eyes.

“You don’t.” Their voices were eerily synchronised. You wondered if they ever rehearsed together. Probably did.

“Lovely.” Ransone smiled, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t.”

“Liars?” Your voice had risen by an octave or two, your surprise catching you off guard.

“Someone has been sneaking information to Serpentine for nearly two years.” A chill ran down your spine, the muscles in your jaw tightening. “They’ve been growing exponentially and someone’s been helpin’ them do it.”

Only someone didn’t fear death would turn their back on him. Someone who had nothing to lose.

“We have reason to believe it’s Pierce.”

A moment passed where you expected him to wake up, turn around and look at you so that you could deliver Ransone’s message to him, a quippy one liner about betrayal or something.

But he didn’t.

Instead, his head shifted under the pressure of your gun, falling over as if it was weightless.

Your face pulled into a frown as you made your way to the front of the couch swiftly, gun still held tightly in front of you.

Your shadow dimmed the light that fell on him from the iPad, but it was impossible to deny.

A single gunshot to the front of his head. Eyes wide open, red from the lack of moisture. The blood around him painted a gory scene that was impossible to notice from behind.

“What the-” you murmured, lowering your arm.

“I can tolerate one mistake. Everyone deserves that.” Ransone shrugged offhandedly. “But this isn’t the first one he’s made.”

“So you want him gone.”

“That would be lovely, yes.” He relaxed into his chair once again, taking another hit from his cigar.

“Why do you want me to do it?” you asked, eyebrows knitted together. Generally he would send you for something more high-profile. Raids, infiltrations. These kinds of hits were what you left behind years ago.

“A spy has security from the ones they’re working for. It’s possibly more dangerous.” His feet found its way onto the table, one over the other as he stretched back. “And I’m not sure my other agent can make it.”

“Thanks,” you spoke monotonously. “Glad to know I’m your first choice.”

“Don’t take it personally.” He dismissed it with a wave of his hand. “He probably won’t show.” 

His sleeve fell slightly to reveal a sliver of his tattoo. A spider, the symbol of his authority.

Each of his employees had a web inked on their skin that grew with each passing year of their service. It was how you identified each other in passing.

“You have an opening on Friday. His house help leaves at 8 sharp and he’s alone.”

You nodded, picking up the file in front of him, avoiding his fingers that had returned to thrumming on the tabletop. You acknowledged the two men beside him before making your way toward the door.

This house was all the way across the country. No wonder he gave you a bit more time as compared to usual to prepare.

“It’ll be done.”

The sound of a gun clicking away from you made the hair on your neck stand up.

You sprung up, arms extended in front of you instinctively towards the sound.

Even in the dim light of the room, you could see a man standing a few feet away from you. His hand held a glock, aimed towards you.

Neither of you said a word. Time stood still for all you cared. The only indication that it didn’t was that Horrible Bosses was still playing.

“Who the fuck are you?” you finally asked, voice surprisingly calm for the adrenaline that was spiking through your body.

“Who are you?” he questioned in retaliation, tone curt.

“I asked first.” You wondered if he could see you roll your eyes.

He didn’t reply, obviously.

A beat passed and you almost forgot the dead body that lay near your knees. Almost. It didn’t help that his fingers were nearly touching your leg like some kind of pervert; not that you could blame him for it this time.

“Did you kill him?” he finally relented, mentioning towards him quickly with a tug of his shoulder.

“What-” You recoiled, head slightly jerking back in disbelief. “No. Didn’t you?”

“He was like this when I got here.” He paused, and you let him speak. “And then you came in; thought you were comin’ back to check.”

“I just got here.”

“I can’t confirm that.” His answer was instantaneous, almost cutting you off before you finished.

“And I can’t confirm you didn’t kill him.” You took a step away from Pierce, never breaking his gaze. “The odds are kinda against you here.”

“I didn’t kill him.” He only took a step toward you, making you stop where you were. He wasn’t going to let you get out of this.

“What a compelling argument,” you drawled sarcastically. “Then what are you doing here?”

“Cookin’ him dinner,” he snapped back quickly in a manner that would usually make you smile if it weren’t for the situation you were in presently. “What do you think?”

“Who sent you?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why did they send you?”

“I can’t tell you that either.”

“Then give me a reason why I shouldn’t pull this trigger right now.”

“You first.”

It was a shame you had to kill him. You found his resilience fun.

“Well, it was pleasant-” You were cut off by the sound of a bullet whizzing past your head. It struck the vase next to the couch, instantly exploding into hundreds of shards.

“Did you just fucking shoot at me?” you yelled, swiftly raising your gun so that it was pointed at his forehead.

But he wasn’t looking at you. He was looking at the large glass, too distracted to pay heed to what you were saying.

You slowly followed his line of sight to the window.

A large fracture in the glass surrounded a small hole, nearly invisible from your distance if you weren’t looking hard enough.

You looked back at him to find him staring at you.

A split second later the glass sheet shattered, sending the pieces all over the room. You launched yourself behind the couch heavily, avoiding the barrage of bullets being shot your way.

From the corner of your eye you could see the man dive to take cover behind the couch with you.

“What the fuck?” you asked loudly, back pressed against the backrest as various items shattered around you. “Who the hell are these guys?”

“The shittiest bodyguards ever.” He looked over his shoulder but slid back down again when a shot nearly missed his face.

You didn’t even know where to shoot; the bullets just seemed to be coming from the shadows of the trees.

Taking a moment to assess the man breathing hard next to you. He was tall and muscular, a tight fighting shirt stretching across his chest. His hair was cropped, eyes dark with what looked like irritation more than anger. Hot.

Your attention was drawn to a trail of blood left on his forehead as he wiped at it with his forearm, him seemingly unaware of it.

“Dude, I think you got grazed.”

He looked at you questioningly. You pointed at his arm with your shoulder. His eyes dropped to it, letting out a string of curses as he tugged his sleeve back to look at the wound.

He didn’t have to pull it back much before the sight of a familiar design greeted you.

A spider web. Drawn intricately with the lines stretching delicately across his skin like lace.

A tattoo.

“You work for Ransone?” None of this made sense. Why were there two of you on the same mission? Who was this guy? Was he supposed to be here?

You didn’t wait for his answer, pulling your sleeve back to reveal the same tattoo, smaller in size, but indicative enough.

He took a second to process. You could almost see the gears turning in his head.

“Great,” he finally said as a bullet lodged itself in the wall you were facing, bitterness lacing his words. “It’s a set up.”

“Oh, one more thing, Y/N.”

You spun on your heel to look at him. A devilish smile grew on his face.

“Remember- we don’t tolerate liars.”

You stared at him, not uttering a word, waiting for him to make his point.

“So make sure you let him know that.” His smile only grew as you turned around and walked out the door, letting it shut behind you.

The crunching of feet over glass made you look over your shoulder, only to quickly retract before your head was blown off.

They were wearing ski masks and all black tactical suits, leaving not even an inch of their skin uncovered.

“I count four or five. There may be more,” the man next to you said slowly.

“You take the ones on the left, I’ll take right,” you instructed, seeing him nod his head. You didn’t even know his name but apparently you were working together now. 

You gave a small countdown before pivoting on your knee to face them, eyes already set on your target.

Firing off two shots, you saw the first one fall to the floor, soon accompanied by his teammate as you shot a round at his forehead.

Four were down, counting the bodies next to them on the floor, but the bullets didn’t stop firing at you. They clearly were in a much larger number than you anticipated.

You weren’t sure how many more bullets the couch could absorb. The both of you were basically sitting ducks; who knew how many more were out there. You had limited ammo because you didn’t expect a fucking SWAT team when you came to kill one man.

“We need to go,” he voiced your exact concern.

“Yep,” you grunted, shifting to reload your gun from the spare ammo in your pocket.

You didn’t know how to get out of here considering that you didn’t bring your own-

“I got a plan,” you said. He looked at you inquisitively. “You know the window in the west bedroom, hall dead-end?”

He nodded. Perhaps he was the one who left it open when he arrived.

“On the count of three, make a run for it.” You winced as a bullet tore through the fabric of the couch, right near where your shoulder was a second ago.

“We can’t outrun them,” he hissed, quickly shooting behind him before rejoining you on the floor.

“Trust me.” Bold ask. You wondered if he would.

“I don’t.”

“Do it anyway.”

You didn’t really care if he didn’t. At least you’d get out.

“One.” You shifted to sit on your knee. You could see him sit still, not joining you.

“Two.” Your gun was pressed to your side, at the ready.

“Three.” Like an athlete in a race you took off, not daring to look behind you even once as shots rode the air, narrowly missing your body.

You almost didn’t hear his groan and a small “Fuckin’ hell” before heavy footsteps ran behind you.

You smiled triumphantly, until you remembered the both of you were being followed, at least four more shooters hot on your heels.

You shot a single shot behind you, hearing someone wheeze before a loud thump of a body hitting the floor. Hopefully it wasn’t the guy you were with, but you couldn’t find it in your to care much if it was.

You raced past the numerous rooms you passed on the way here before it suddenly widened into the open kitchen.

Your body moved in autopilot, a detour in the form of a quick skip as you reached over and grabbed the contents of the bowl on the counter, fumbling to hold onto the car keys as loose change fell to the floor.

The oven timer went off, not for long before you heard its door splinter into pieces as someone shot at it in annoyance.

You took a sharp right into the room, followed by the man who took the time to kick the door shut behind him, buying you maybe a second or two of time.

You nearly flung yourself out of the window, the gravel not exactly providing the softest landing as you scrambled to open the door of the car.

“Get in!” you yelled at him as he obliged, yanking the door and jumping into the passenger seat. You threw the few dollars you had caught hold of by mistake on the floor of the car.

You could hear the door of the room being kicked open, and what seemed like angry shouting as the window cracked, leaving nothing in its wake.

You revved the engine, slamming the accelerator with as much power as you could. The car lurched backwards, and you cursed, switching gears to go forward. 

The harsh sound of metal on metal followed you as they shot at whatever they could. You prayed they wouldn’t accidentally hit the wheel or gas tank. They didn’t exactly seem like the best in the business, having missed most of their shots. 

“Go go go!” The guy beside you was holding on to his seat tightly for support.

The car broke through the rusty gates. You cringed at the dent on the hood, but didn’t slow down even for a second as you wove through trees of the estate, not losing speed even as you got onto the highway.

Silence befell the both of you for a good amount of time, but not enough time to process what had just happened. Your adrenaline was still high as you drove well above the speed limit. 

Your next step was unclear.

You were in a car with a complete stranger. You weren’t sure if you were injured somewhere. You didn’t even know where you were driving to.

“Alright,” he cleared his throat. “What the hell was that?

Part 2

[drethanramslay]

5 Robin x mc Thanks a lot!! ❤️😋

Thanks for the prompt anon💙

You can find the prompt list here.

#5- "Oh shit..."

Warning: Slight cursing, angst

Word count: 1.3 K words (I fail EVERYTIME 🤧)

Author's note: I took part in this week's @wackydrabbles and you will find the prompt in bold

This is unrequited love (ouch??) And basically a chapter 9 rewrite so it does have a few dialogues from there

Thanks to @noboundariesplease for pre reading it (even though you hate robin sjsksksj love you😚)

Song: Worthy of you by Plested

Forgive me for any mistakes I make

Worthy Of You

It was supposed to be a boring day at office, doing boring work, doing the normal corporate bullshit.

In short, a normal boring day.

But it all went downhill when he saw Malaika enter the office beside Sam.

He was at the other end of the atrium but she still caught his attention. Everyone caught her attention. Her radiance and her aura was hard to ignore. People's eyes, once landing on her, find it hard to look the other way. She is that magnetic and beautiful.

"Mr. Flores? There is something up in the Milan office."

He was snapped out of his reverie as he took the iPad and started reading. Yet... His eyes glanced up to her smiling and chatting enthusiastically with Grant.

He tried to sneak in closer, catching snippets of their conversation.

"...Through careful testing, we could determine what best practices create the strongest defenses."

"Just like probiotics!!" Grant said.

"Exactly. Those were discovered like, a hundred years ago, and only became popular recently. There's still lots of room for more discovery, supplementation, and improvement."

God she is gorgeous and smart. Is there anything she isn't good at? Robin smiled to himself. He was about to head towards them but he saw Sam swoop in.

Smirking, Sam spoke up. "Should I be worried about my job?"

Malaika's smile visibly brightened, as her eyes landed on Sam, which made Robin roll his eyes out of annoyance.

That's Sam for you. Gifted with the brains and the looks to make woman in a three mile radius pussy whipped.

"No, I'd keep you around to smooth the transition of power." She winked and the three chuckled.

Wait a minute... Robin eyes narrowed in on them, viewing them in a new light.

The lingering gazes, the prolonged touches and Malaika's shy smile...

They are FLIRTING?

No, don't jump to conclusions Flores.

Waving goodbye to Grant, he saw them head towards Sam's private elevator.

Time for intervention.

As the door shut, Robin put in his hand to stop the lift.

"Sam we need you. There's a problem with the office in Milan."

He glanced at Malaika, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Hey Malaika. Fancy seeing you here."

She looked up, a teasing smile on her face. "Hey Robin, what did you do this time?"

Chuckling he entered the lift and leaned against the wall. "I never said it was my fault."

Punching his shoulder lightly, she spoke. "Strategic guess."

Robin's eyes lingered on her before he turned towards Sam. "Oh shit... Malaika, I don't want to just abandon you here, but these meetings can go on and on..."

Perfect.

"I can take her off your hands and skip the meeting altogether. It'll be lunch before you're done anyway."

Sam's jaw clenched. "And I like that idea even less."

"Well, let her decide. Whatcha say Malaika?"

He was pretty confident that she would agree and join him for lunch. We could go to that bistro down the stre-

"Sorry Robin but... Can I sit in? That's why you brought me today, right? To see you in action?"

Robin's jaw almost dropped but he pulled a poker face.

Some sort of relief flooded through Sam's features. " ... That's also true. Alright. Follow me."

They reached the floor but, Robin couldn't move from his place. He looked up to see them walking out. Malaika looked over her shoulder to meet his brown eyes and only one thing was running through his mind.

Why Malaika?

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And that wasn't even it. She proceeded to go out for lunch with Sam and on a tour with Sam which unfurled jealousy in his chest. There was this burning sensation in his chest, which continued to eat away at him.

Robin wanted to be the one who took her out. Robin wanted to be the one who showed of the office. Robin wanted to be the one who made her laugh.

But he could not, because he will always be the second choice.

And don't even get him started on the incident in the lab. He didn't see much but, he did see the both of them in an uncompromising position, which drove him mad with rage.

The guilty look in Malaika's eyes confirmed his suspicions that they were way past the flirting stage.

It hurt. It was like a stab in the chest. It felt like betrayal. And the fact that she tried to come up with an excuse...

Sighing he walked down the hallways his head full of thoughts. It had been a couple of hours but still, he couldn't get the image out of his head.

That's one thing I did not need to see.

He saw Malaika walking in the opposite direction on her phone, but the moment her eyes met his, she turned around and started walking the other way, away from him.

Oh no you don't.

Gently grasping her elbow he pulled her into his office and shut the door.

"What is it Robin?" She rolled her eyes as she snatched her hand from his grasp and straightened her blazer.

"You are a hard woman to catch."

"I didn't know you were searching for me. What's up?" She said as she crossed her ankles and leaned against his desk.

His eyes narrowed. "What's up? What's up between you and Sam?"

"Nothing!! Robin you are overreacting-"

He stepped closer to her. "Me? Overreacting? I'm a logical man and Malaika what I saw in the lab? It's not my eyes playing games. I have been wanting to talk to you about it."

Stepping one step closer, he glared into her eyes. "So tell me. What's going on between you two? For real?"

"You want the truth? I'm attracted to him. I mean, have you seen him? But, that doesn't mean I can't be professional or respect boundaries." She shrugged nonchalantly.

He scoffed. Is she for real?

"It didn't look like there were any boundaries between the two of you in the lab."

Anger blazed in her dark eyes. "You know what they say about assuming, Robin."

He sighed and massaged his temples. "Look, Malaika, I'm all for some innocent flirting, like at the engagement party... But whatever I walked in on, wasn't innocent."

"Why do you care?"

Because I have feelings for you dammit.

"I'm just worried about you. And I know that my Malaika wouldn't sleep with an engaged man-"

"Wait a minute... Your Malaika? There. Isn't. Any. Your. Malaika!" She enunciated every word.

It felt like a slap to the face. Robin physically flinched.

"I-"

"No Robin, listen to me. I'm a grown woman. And I know the repercussions of my actions. I don't need to be policed around by the likes of a womaniser like you."

He clenched his fist. "Says the person who kissed me to make Sam jealous."

She stood straight and scowled. "Last time I remember, you were the one who volunteered."

"Oh, so I was just someone you played, huh?"

"Oh my god Robin!! I can't play you, if it was mutual. You fucking wanted to kiss me."

Lie... It would hurt less

"You don't know anything about what I want."

"And neither do you know anything about me. So stop acting like my father."

Letting our a sigh he looked up, venom dripping from each word. "Well I'm sorry for looking out for you. I won't bother you anymore. Have a good time ruining your life." He turned of his heels and headed to the door.

"Fuck you Robin."

"You wish you could."

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And that's how he found himself in the near, downing alcohol like it was water and reciting his sob story to a concerned barkeeper in an empty pub.

"So that is the story of what a dumb fuck I am and how woman just trample over my heart." He slurred as he downed the shot.

"Oof. That sounds rough buddy. Another scenario of misunderstanding."

"Oh it is. Another round please."

Shaking his head he gave a glass of water to him. "Sure, alcohol solves most problems, but in this particular case, I don't think it will help. You need to speak your heart out brah, otherwise you will be crushed under the weight of this guilt. And don't confront her head on. Sit down with her and have a heart to heart."

Swirling the amber liquid in his glass he mused."Hmmm... you are right barkeep."

"What?"

"That alcohol won't solve this."

"So, what are you going to do?"

Slamming his glass down, he looked up with his bloodshot eyes.

"Revenge."

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Health & Fitness Activity Tracker App Development- Cost and Features

Organizations that have interest in the arena of fitness are executing their ideas and investing in the big profit-generating business by developing a Fitness Activity Tracker App Development. The applications of the type has all the probabilities to win the sympathy of various users by proving its helpfulness.

But is difficult to create fitness activity tracker app? What are the ways of mixing mobile services with tracking devices? And, lastly, what do you have to start with?

We'll answer these and lots of other questions on fitness app development and describe the technologies that you simply might need. be happy to read to find out all about the matter.

Type of Health and Fitness Apps

Workout/Exercise Apps

Physical Activities Tracking Apps

Yoga Apps

Diet Planning Apps

First of all, you ought to find out the kinds of fitness apps and understand what activity data they collect.

• Run Data :  pulse, Oximeter, distance, etc. Such information are going to be useful to create Fitness Activity Tracker for runner.

• Calorie counting Application. These applications are aimed toward helping within the diet. Among the simplest apps of the type is that the My fitness app service.

• Sleep control App - Of course, sleep can hardly be called "activity", but, nevertheless, a sound sleep is that the basis of a healthy lifestyle.

• Exercise example Apps- We aren't talking about collecting activity, but such services also are in demand. Among the instances is that the some minute workout ,Which ranked first within the category of workout apps for iPad in 68 countries.

• Serious health indicators application. Yes, sometimes fitness apps aren't limited to assist in losing weight or training. There are applications aimed to save lots of lives. during this regard, we should always mention progressiveness which is meant to spot the symptoms of paralysis agitans at an early stage. The range of knowledge Fitness tracking app needs includes voice vibrations, natural shaking of hands when interacting with a smartphone, the way of entering characters on the keyboard, facial expressions, and therefore the like. Of course, applications of the type are very complex and need a special approach

Features of  Fitness Activity Tracker App

1. Creating Accounts. the apparent step, isn’t it? Yeah, first of all, the user must check in . Of course, you ought to provide several ways to log in:

• email and password;

• telephone number and SMS;

• through the account in social networks. By the way, we described such a way in our article about authentication using social logins with Auth0.

2. Social Integration. Social Integrations is very important for sharing your activity data with your friends and relatives. That's why you've got to offer your users such an exquisite opportunity. All you would like to try to to is to integrate social networks. Then users would be ready to publish on their Facebook and Twitter pages posts concerning your activity tracker app. And these posts can become a further promotion channel too. it isn't so bad too, isn't it?

3. User Profile. Each user must have a profile with all the knowledge about:

• personal data

• activities with the proper of free access to the data;

• profile settings which make the method of using the fitness workout app more user-friendly

• payment details (they are needed to form a paid subscription or buy premium features)

4. Dashboard. Of course, it might be interesting and helpful for the user to understand how effectively his current day is passing. Therefore, we provide to supplement the list of features of activity tracking apps with Dashboard which allows displaying the user daily activity: calories burned, steps taken, etc. it's best that these data are presented within the sort of bright infographics.

5. Notifications. it's desirable that the fitness workout app should send the user a special quite notifications from time to time. However, we'll mention the difficulty in additional detail a touch later.

6. Goals. to realize the simplest results, one must set the proper goals - and your workout application should provide users with such a chance . If you would like inspiration, we propose watching an example of the app concept below (our designers created it).

7. Gamification. Successful workout and exercise apps are those which entertain the user (in addition to completing the most function, of course). Therefore, we advise you to believe the gamification factor. Take a glance at the subsequent concept, created by our designers, it demonstrates a private trainer app that encourages competition between users.

8. Integration with Wearable Tracking Devices. The feature allows you to urge data about the user activity.

9. Activity Tracking. Sometimes it's enough to possess a smartphone to urge data needed. check out the choice our designers offer, namely - the guts rate visualization for workout apps

Conclusion:

Health & Fitness Activity Tracker App Development company are everywhere in the market because of the current lifestyle of human, most of the human are unfit and they want to know all the fitness activity of their body. so only this type of apps aware us.

[oikawa-stan]

Oikawa Headcannons

Just some general headcannons about the babe. If you want to see anything specific just ask. Also thanks for all the love on my first post <3

-he’s honestly really focused on his schoolwork and he tries to keep a balance of volleyball school and friends

- He’s like the perfect mix of dark academia and cute jock

- He takes super nice notes and has all the cute stationary

- He’s a hundred percent addicted to Pinterest

- Posts study inspo on his insta story

- His favorite Starbucks drink is a pink drink for sure

- He likes all things strawberry flavored

- Lowkey loves cottage core

- He definitely bullet journals and plans out all his days

- And outfits

- I just think he’s really organized in general

- He probably has an iPad that he does digital notes and journaling on

- Has an aesthetic ass instagram and plans out his feed

- He has a stuffed animal that he cuddles with to sleep

- Sleeps with like eight blankets and eleven pillows

- He likes to bake but is pretty bad at it and usually burns it

- He takes care of his hair really well and has expensive shampoo and conditioner

- His signature scent is something fresh and like ocean-y and all of his products match that

- He always takes scalding hot showers

- Lowkey touched starved

- He requires a lot of physical affection and if he isn’t dating someone his friends just don’t make the cut

- His love language is a mix words of affirmation and physical touch

[yourresidenthanakostan]

This is from the "65 questions you aren't used to" that are found here (Part 1)

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? All the time 2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? 2 3. The person you would never want to meet? Trump 4. What is your favorite word? Despair 5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? Weeping willow 6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? I haven’t yet 7. What shirt are you wearing? A school sweatshirt 8. What do you label yourself as? Mainly anxious and touch-starved but also a Hanako stan. I mean if you mean pronouns then I use she/her pronouns 9. Bright room or dark room? Dark 10. What were you doing at midnight last night? Laying awake wanting to fall asleep but not being able to 11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? 7-8 12. Who told you they loved you last? My grandma 13. Your worst enemy? idk 14. What is your current desktop picture?

15. Do you like someone? Unless you count Hanako and various other anime characters then no 16. The last song you listened to? https://youtu.be/CW1Q9C-3iKc for falling asleep 17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? No 18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? Katelyn Bennet 19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? This says anyone so I’m gonna assume fictional characters count. Either Hanako or Levi and they have to whatever they possibly can to make themselves happy. Of course they’ll be forced but I think they deserve a day to be happy 20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) My hair 21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? Probably use it to make cishet men as uncomfortable as possible. Idk how I would look 22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? Other than writing poetry I don’t think so. 23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? Sunflowers but also various other kinds of flowers. 24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. PB & J 25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? What do you think? (Merch for tbhk) 26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? Japan 27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? Mike’s lemonade so I can have a lemonade stand and get all the kids in my neighborhood drunk 28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? No discrimination 29. What is your favorite expletive? Fucking-hell 30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? My iPad 31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? I wouldn’t. The rapid maturity from the trauma is the only thing keeping me alive right now 32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! I don’t know what the question is. 33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? My paternal grandfather 34. What was your last dream about? Trying to find my therapist in a really big house 35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? [debater] yes. 36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? Yes, many times 37. Have you ever built a snowman? Yes 38. What is the color of your socks? I’m not wearing any 39. What type of music do you like? Classical/orchestral is my favorite but I also like electronic and whatever genre the Carole & Tuesday soundtrack is. 40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? I appreciate the symbolic and visual value of the two equally. 41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? Vanilla 42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer) Seahawks 43. Do you have any scars? A burn mark on my arm 44. What do you want to be when you graduate? A lawyer

[2jiung]

-ˏ͛ aesthetic tagˏ´- 

tagged by @jisusgf (thank you for tagging me baby! <3) tagging @junhee-s @nctyz (you don’t have to if you don’t want to ofc! & if anyone else wants to do this, just say i tagged you !!) rules bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold.

soft

baby pink | iridescent | glitter is always a good option | no bra | minimalistic tattoos | cherry patterns | sweet scented perfumes | wearing generous amounts of blush | doodling hearts | getting excited to pet an animal | fun nails | rewatching old barbie movies | hair sticking to glossed lips | heart shaped sunglasses | taking pictures of the sunset or sunrise | stuffed animals | protecting nature | stickers everywhere | teen movies | the light rain that falls from a clear sky at the beginning of the night

dark academia

neutral tones | masculine outfits | studying languages | worn down copy of books | grey skies | turtleneck sweaters | loose fitting pants | hair tied with a silk ribbon | trying to remember a cool difficult word you read somewhere to use in a convo | thick belts | minimal makeup | windows fogged by rain | vintage jewelry | blouses with cuffed sleeves | reading a murder mystery and trying to solve it | oxford style shoes | sweater vests | subtitled old movies in a language you don’t speak | leaves crackling as you walk | annotating books to express your emotions about the story

edgy

closet full of dark clothes | fishnet tights | makeup sweating off | neon signs | searching for unknown songs | chokers | band tees | doodling on old converses | finding smoking aesthetically pleasing but not doing it | weird humor | accidentally very dramatic | dim lights | layered outfits | chain belts | chipped nail polish | messy hair | low quality pics | piercings | combat boots | scribbling on desks

seventies

colorful wardrobe | doodling flowers | wearing short shorts | using a bikini top or bra as a normal top | listening to ABBA | flowers in your hair | diy-ing everything | jamming to songs alone in your room | drunkenly telling your friends you love them | patterned bandanas | mid heeled shoes | messy braids | flared sleeves | walking barefoot on grass or sand | bold sunglasses | the good kind of tired you get after doing something you enjoy for hours | feeding stray animals | fun patterned socks | room decorated with succulents and other plants | likes to go roller skating or skateboarding

preppy casual

collared clothes | drinking juice out of a champagne glass | getting excited to see the met gala looks | thick headbands | small pastel cardigans | making your friends take your ootd pics | plaid mini skirts | tweed two pieces | watching reality tv to pass time | frilly tops | watching old hollywood movies | academically driven | long manicured nails | new year’s eve fireworks | colorful tights | layered golden jewelry | yearns for luxury brand items | decorating your room with fairy-lights | cursive and neat handwriting | lace details

cinanamon

gold jewelry | slowdancing in the kitchen with a lover | sun on skin | red-tinted lip balm | lazy mornings | getting lost in foreign cities | scent of bakeries | high-waisted jeans | kissing someone’s neck | writing reminders on your wrist | sleeping in braids to have waves in the morning | growing an herb garden | gentle touches | sketches tucked between pages | flushed cheeks | tandem bikes | floating in a pool | vintage gold hand-mirror | deer grazing | softly singing while doing chores

jaesmintea

oversized everything | painted nails | fairy lights | dozing off in the middle of class | tying hair up into a ponytail | round glasses | laughing so hard you can’t breathe | late night study sessions | tender hand holding | impromptu photoshoots | drowning in moondust | bathing in the light of the sunset | strawberry flavored lollipops | polaroid pictures | eagerly tugging someone down the street | handwritten love letters | smell of coffee | living with reckless abandon | crinkled pages of a journal | replaying the same part in a song over and over

naptimetea

everything black | rewearing your favorite outfit | drawing late into the night | rewatching favorite shows | the bread aisle | minty lip balm | falling asleep anywhere and everywhere | making green tea | useless questions when it’s 2 am | forehead kisses | sleeping in till the afternoon | love of pink | staying up to watch the sunrise | dancing in the bathroom | messy handwriting | pile of sketchbooks | talking for hours about interests | old sentimental stuffed animals | hanging out on the bed and doing nothing | thick fluffy blankets

jeonginks

the thrill of leaning your body way over a balcony’s edge | the suffocating feeling when the strong wind blows down your lungs | tip-toeing barefoot | hair ruffling and cheek pinching | hugging a body pillow at night | facing the sky with closed eyes | the whimsical silence when it’s past midnight and you’re the only person awake | when you can physically feel your eyes soften when you look at someone | dancing alone with only an oversized shirt | when your sweater falls over your thighs as you stand up | humming scary but memorable lullabies | vivid imagination | sitting with a mini skirt and thigh high socks | heated laptop on your lap | cereal at 3 am | gliding your fingers across your thighs | bittersweet melancholy | withdrawn and distant eyes | very tight belts | wanting love but not believing in it | not cruel but not kind

scxrlettwxtches

listening to a song and remembering the times you used to listen to it on repeat | imagining yourself living in any other life than the one you have now | crop tops and high waisted jeans | forgetting to smile but not actually being upset | nuzzling your face in the crook of their neck | back hugs when you’re stressed | turning in assignments 1 minute before they’re due | wanting a relationship but getting scared the moment you’re in one | pretending that you don’t care when inside you’re burning with doubts and fears | the sound of the evening waves as you lie on the sand | lying in your bed listening to your sad playlist | exhaustion but you can’t sleep | singing loudly when you’re the only one home | feeling safe and comfortable with that person in your life | knee high suede black boots with your black winter coat | comfort over appearance | writing essays at 2 am | creative peak from 1 am to 4 am | the one that always ends up walking in the back of a friend group

hyunsracha

split-dye hair | female rappers | staying up until 6am and sleeping until 1pm | taking notes on an ipad | middle school emo music | mini skirts | late night drives | rain on the ocean | flirting with people when you’re bored | doc martens | eating ramen in the pot | afraid of being looked at | fishnets | getting joy out of making people laugh | small tattoos | crying yourself to sleep | peppermint everything | desperate for freedom | chipped black nail polish

maaneskin

silver jewelry | knowing few words in different languages | loose pants with tight shirts | always different hand writing | drug store perfumes | big cups and mugs | loads of blankets | sweatshirts and hoodies | antique boutiques | dark clothing with colorful socks | having your window open 24/7 | always listening to music | dancing in the bathroom | putting stickers everywhere | cats | dandelions are flowers | can never have too many plants | a lot of lip balm | stacks of notebooks | bear hugs

cho1jisu — jani

speaking so softly you have to repeat yourself | heart shaped everything | fresh flowers in your room | pastel stationery | naming your plants | only double knotting the laces on your right shoe | midi skirts and small tops | random poems scrawled across old receipts and napkins | being late to work because you stopped to pet a cat | loving people from behind the scenes | uneven smiles | curled eyelashes | lots of anklets | making handmade gifts | paint covered jeans | keeping a journal | taking a picture of your mom everywhere you go | pressing flowers | cheek kisses | calling your friends by petnames

mirror-mv 

resting your head on someone’s shoulder | flower-shaped earrings | writing birthday letters for friends | tinted lip balm | shimmery eyeshadow | drawing little flowers on my papers during class | talking to your pets | spending hours walking around in fabric stores | letting your friends sit on your lap when there aren’t enough seats | rewatching childhood movies with your loved ones and reminiscing those times | picnic dates | paint/pencil stains on your hands and arms | sitting outside with your friends during a party and looking up at the nightsky | skipping and dancing around the house | cycling with one hand on the handlebar and the other one holding your friend’s hand