#re: sweatshirt season

[eoieopda]

sweatshirt season | ksy

your fuck buddy is good at a lot of things. taking hints isn’t one of them.

pairing: kwon soonyoung x reader type: one-shot / fluff + smut rating: 18+ (minors do not have my consent to interact) au: one-night-stand to fuck buddies to ? wc: 4.5k cw: gn! and afab!reader (no pronouns used); time skips; protected penetrative sex (p in v); hoshi is kinda a himbo, lmao; ft. cameo by minghao and roomate!gn!sibling OC; reference to the movie they're watching, which is hereditary (brief mention of decapitation + demonic possession); barely proofread, sorry! a/n: this is based on a headcanon i did a while ago! i've been in such a horrible rut re: writing for the past month and a half, so it was a major struggle to write this because i feel like i don't know how to do that anymore 😵‍💫 i'm hoping that himbo hoshi can save me from this hell. also, this is told in vignettes!

[APRIL]

“Babe?”

The voice from nowhere is barely loud enough to drag you from sleep, but the effect it has on you is far from soft. Those consonants dig in where your dehydrated brain shrinks away from your skull, pressing in so hard that they throb. 

Bleary-eyed, you blink as rapidly as you can to adjust to the bright, white light beaming in through your open shades. The sound that escapes you is something akin to a hiss; it gets the point across, nonetheless. You sit up just enough to see the figure standing in front of your window, looming overhead with crossed arms, laughing. 

Clearly, your roommate doesn’t give a shit or a fuck about your hangover.

“What’s the deal with the stray you brought home last night?” Mei asks, the corners of their mouth tilting wickedly. 

You don’t have the brain power for this conversation, so you respond with a groan and bury your face back in the pillow from whence it came. Never one to give up, Mei drops down on top of you so that the full weight of their body rests against yours.

“C’mon,” they urge. “Spill your guts, chingu.”

Funnily enough, if they don’t get off your guts, you might do exactly that.

Your reply comes in the form of a croak, some pathetic little sound that reads as lifeless as you feel. “Why do you care?”

There isn’t a single reason you can think of for their sudden interest in your bad decisions. You’ve been making them left and right for the past few months without much more than a concerned glance, and until now, you didn’t realize that you’d taken the lack of follow-up questions for granted. 

What a fucking travesty it is to be perceived.

“Your business is your business.” Mei shrugs. You quirk an eyebrow, ready to jump in and point out their lapse in logic, but then that smirk comes back. “But your business is currently burning eggs in our kitchen, which makes it my business, too.”

Sitting up quickly, the force of your sudden moves nearly knock Mei to the ground. Beyond horrified, you squeak, “He’s still here?”

Faster than you’ve ever moved before, you clamber out from underneath your roommate and crawl to the edge of your bed, kicking wildly at your blankets until your legs are free. 

You’re already up and swaying on your feet, panting from the effort,  when you finally think to look down and assess the state of yourself. Thankfully, you’d remembered to dress yourself before falling asleep. You glance upward and salute whatever deity was looking out for you, ignore the look on Mei’s face entirely, and dash out of your bedroom.

As soon as you reach the kitchen, you skid to a stop, socks sliding across the hardwood until your hip bone collides with the corner of the kitchen island. You hiss again, far louder than the last time. The shape standing at your stove turns around wide-eyed; his mouth is frozen in the shape of an “o”.

Just as quick, recognition flashes, and the shock wears off.

“Good morning,” he chirps, and he’s all fucking sunshine.

You blink back at him without a single idea of where to start  — with the fact that he’s still here after you could’ve sworn he left, that he’s wearing your apron but has no clear grasp on the simple act of frying eggs, or that you cannot for the life of you remember his name.

Fuck.

You should really start keeping a guest book.

Whatever his name is, he’s witnessing you at your worst — certifiably crusty with your standard bad attitude — and that alone makes you want to wither and die, right on the spot. Unbothered by your ghoulish appearance, he gestures to the kitchen island you just collided with, pointing to a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin.

Items he would’ve had to open two (2) separate cabinets to find. 

In the kitchen he shouldn’t even be in.

You open your mouth, primed to explode all over him, but the way he’s looking at you disarms you immediately. His expression is so chipper — so friendly and childlike in its innocence — that you swallow down the shit you’d readily hurl at anyone else. You gulp, and without saying a word in acknowledgement, you grab what he’s laid out for you.

He smiles when you choke down the aspirin, then turns back around to pull the scrambled, half-burnt mess off the burner. 

“You must have a pretty low alcohol tolerance if you’re this hungover after three drinks,” he muses.

It’s an accurate observation — a harmless one, too — but you did not ask. Once again, he shoots you a smile that prevents you from snapping at him. Instead, you set the now-empty glass back down on the island and stare vacantly over at him.

Seonghwa? 

“You’re still here,” you say flatly. You may be stating the obvious, but that fact speaks for itself. “You’re still here, and you’re also in my kitchen.”

Seokjin, maybe?

He smiles at this, either unaware that he’s violated the unwritten one-night-stand code of conduct or unfazed by his own rule breaking. Rubbing the back of his neck, he laughs awkwardly, “It was the least I could do, you know? After all you —”

What the fuck is your name?

“Sungwoo!” You cut him off with a gasp and a palm raised, all but begging him not to recount what he’s grateful for within earshot of your roommate. “Really, you don’t need to do this. Any of this.”

He corrects you gently, “It’s Soonyoung.” 

Then, without even a hint of offense taken, he nods his head towards one of the stools tucked under the counter of the island. Your eyes flit between his hopeful face and the seat, frozen solid with indecision.

You see two options, and both feel like a trap:

Holding the line risks squashing this clueless boy’s marshmallow heart; and you don’t want to be the gash that ruins his day at the very outset. If you feed the stray — rather, if you let the stray feed you — then you’re an enabler, contracting a residency when the show was supposed to be one-night-only.

More perceptive than you’ve given him credit for so far, he senses the conflict inside your skull and attempts to tip the scale with a bread-cheeked smile and a shoulder wiggle. “Your breakfast is getting cold,” he nudges in a soft, sing-song tone. 

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Begrudgingly, you dump yourself onto a stool without a word. With your elbows now propped up on the countertop, you drop your chin down to rest on the heels of your hands. More than anything, you try like hell to ignore the way it all makes his face light up.

“I don’t understand how you went from demonically hot to…” Your voice trails off as you try to find a word for whatever this is. A beat passes before you give up, waving dismissively. “Domesticated, or whatever.”

And his cheeks go pink.

“You think I’m hot?” He all but gasps, like this is brand new information to him. 

Like you would’ve brought him home from the club if he wasn’t — and goddamn, was he ever. Carrying himself with the kind of confidence that made your knees wobble; saying all the right things in a low, smoky tone with his lips at your ear; moving his body in ways that still fluster you to think about.

And yet, here he is.

Adorable, if not completely obtuse.

After grabbing plates from a nearby cabinet, he snags two pairs of chopsticks out of the drawer to the left of the sink. It takes all you’ve got not to roll your eyes. He shouldn’t know where either of those things are, but he does.

A satisfied sigh slips out of his mouth when he takes the seat next to yours and scoots a plate full of eggs and kimchi in front of you.

“Here you go,” he sings as he holds out a pair of your own chopsticks to you. 

He’s beaming when you accept them into your hand, and it leaves you with no choice but to take a bite of the food in front of you. Intently and chronically hopeful, he watches you pluck a piece of scrambled egg from the plate, like the trajectory of his life hinges on your approval. There’s no turning back now. Reluctantly, you pop it into your mouth.

While you chew, he leans in a bit closer. From this distance, you can see your own reflection in his irises; there are tiny flecks of honey brown amidst the dark, you realize. Little details you didn’t notice last night when he was much, much closer — like the heart-shaped curve his upper lip takes when he smiles as big as he is now.

“How is it?” He asks, walking the borderline between eager and unbearably shy.

You swallow hard as you snap back to attention. If letting him stay for breakfast was a bad call, getting caught gawking at him is a flagrant foul. Somehow, you need to get the point across without being too cruel; to remind him that you signed up for the night and not the morning.

“Um. Well,” you start with a grimace, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Are eggs supposed to… crunch?”

[JUNE]

“Oh, fuck, just like that —”

Your back arches off the bed as you grip uselessly at sweat-drenched sheets. Between your spread thighs, Soonyoung and the punishing pace he’s set make quick work of pulling you apart, again. His right arm loops under your left leg to anchor you to him while his left palm presses down on your lower abdomen, making damn sure that every thrust drags over your g-spot.

This — this right here — is why you keep calling him back. He may overstay his welcome, but that’s an occupational hazard. His perpetual presence is a risk you’re willing to take, so long as he fucks you like this.

“Shit. You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?”

He’s panting as he says it, which surprises the hell out of you. His stamina is unearthly, and when you manage to keep your eyes open long enough to look up at him, you don’t see any hint of effort. It's just the ragged sound of his breathing, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“I think this might be a new personal record.” 

Unfortunately, his little announcement is genuine. He’s merely stating a fact, not trying to tease you, because his only concern outside of making you cum is outdoing himself.

To Soonyoung, sex is a performance he’s trying to perfect. He approaches it like an Olympian — an athlete or a god? — and the bar he sets for himself raises every time you see him.

You find it the tiniest bit endearing how focused he is on self-improvement.

Kind of. 

That doesn’t stop you from rolling your eyes, though.

“Not if you keep —” A moan that you didn’t mean to let out cuts your sentence in half. “— talking.”

Your head crashes back against the pillows, which only spurs him on. Deeper, more deliberate strokes leave you writhing underneath him, babbling like a fool. He grins so wide that his eyes almost disappear.

“I’m just saying…” Another thrust, a thousand more stars dotting the periphery of your vision. “If you hit five, you owe me dinner.”

There it is, right on cue: another piece of evidence to prove that Soonyoung still doesn’t know what he signed up for.

It’s a conversation you’ve had more than once — never because you want to have it; and never because he seems to be consciously seeking something more than what you have. 

At some point over the past few months of scattered nights with you, a seed seems to have taken root in the back of his brain. A zombie parasite, more likely; one that’s overridden the controls and completely undermined his understanding of the situation.

Whether he means it or not, these throw-away comments make you wonder if, deep down, he’s not wired to fuck without feelings.

Not like you, anyway.

Your self-preservation instincts don’t let you get that far. Risk-averse to your core, you don’t see the point of gambling when the stakes are that high. And even if you weren’t wary of getting yourself hurt, it wouldn’t change the fundamental truth that you enjoy your own company enough not to need anyone else’s.

The way you see it, Soonyoung can have a cameo in your weekends, but the plot of your life right now doesn’t need anything more than that. Changing the lineup now could fuck your whole season. So, why try?

To his credit, he seems to get that there are currently more pressing matters at hand than the same old conversation. He pats your hip and says, “Let’s switch it up.”

You’re as grateful for the subject change as you are for the hand he extends to help your boneless body sit up again. Thankfully, the one lesson he has learned is that no one can compete with his perpetually full battery. If he’s going to change positions as often as he wants to, he has to be the one to position you.

This time, you wind up with your back flush against his chest, skin slick against yours. To keep him close, you reach back until your hand finds the nape of his neck. After weaving your fingers through the damp hair at the base of his head, you tug slightly, pulling a low groan out of him.

“Fuck, yeah,” he grunts breathlessly. “Pull my hair.”

You do as he says, albeit a bit harder than you meant to; you can’t help it. That’s the exact moment he chooses to grab your hips and slam your ass back against his pelvis, perfectly in time with his forward snap. He’s in your guts now, there’s no doubt about it, and you’re falling to pieces.

Wailing, you have to squeeze your eyes shut to survive the surge of pleasure coursing through you. “Oh, my god,” you choke out.

The only way you manage to stay upright through your orgasm is with Soonyoung’s arms caging you in. Without him, you’d be a trembling fucking mess, collapsing face-down onto your bed in a useless heap. He keeps holding you even when he lets himself go soon after, spilling into the condom with a moan you feel as it leaves his chest.

“Goddamn,” he sighs, voice rough. The heat of his breath on your neck almost makes you want to cling to him, curl up and let your eyes flutter shut. “Every time I fuck you, I feel like I should thank you.”

That flicker of affection goes out in a flash as the memory of consequences comes back around. You snort. “Please don’t cook for me again.”

You leave it at that, and so does he. When he finally pulls out of you, you give into the safer urge; the one that can’t possible give him the wrong impression. Slumping forward, you hit the mattress so hard that you practically bounce, like the dead weight you are.

Soonyoung misses that spectacle, thankfully. He’s already on his feet, tying off the condom before dropping it into the wastebasket on the other side of the room. You hear it drop against the plastic bag, then the soft pad of his footsteps as he makes his way back to you. You unbury your face from the pillows and crane your neck to look over at him.

In a rare display, he looks exhausted. Moments like this might be the only time he ever finds himself depleted, and you figure he’s earned that right. Part of you wants to let him lay here with you — maybe even let him sleep it off — but you can’t let him get tangled in the strings you refuse to attach.

He’s halfway to you when he finally looks up at you and catches you watching him. You’re not sure what he sees in your expression; you’d bet it’s as confusing on the outside as it feels on the inside. Whatever he finds there, it makes him pause. There's a quick nod, like he’s reacting to something neither one of you has said out loud, then he changes course.

“You have to be up early,” he says, like he’s finally learned the script. “I’m gonna head out.”

You nod but say nothing else. You just watch as Soonyoung grabs the clothes you’d tugged off of him earlier, piece by piece, and puts everything back to the way it was before.

The way you want it.

Once he’s fully clothed, he shoots you a smile that only uses half of his mouth. Neither of you offers a word as he walks over to the door, although you can tell he’s moving more slowly than usual. Hoping you’ll stop him, maybe.

You don’t.

It’s not until he pulls it open that he looks back over his shoulder at you; and this time, when he smiles, it looks like he means it.

“Sleep well, yeah?”

[OCTOBER]

“I’m just saying that if her shithead brother bothered to include her in his night, maybe she wouldn’t have been decapitated."

You tear your eyes off the television screen in time to see Minghao’s eyes roll all the way back into his head. Across the coffee table from where you sit, he and Mei occupy the couch; his head crashes against the back of it with a muffled thump while his younger sibling continues their rant.

“I’m being for real,” Mei urges, jabbing their finger emphatically through the air in his direction. “If you ever bail on me like that, and my head ends up falling off, you deserve whatever consequences come next.”

You snort. “Up to and including… what, demonic possession?”

“Absolutely,” Mei sniffs.

Minghao sits upright again slowly. He chews thoughtfully on his lower lip, leaving you and your roommate in suspense. Knowing him, he’ll lecture you both on karmic energy and how Mei shouldn’t fuck around with it. To both of your surprise, he frowns. “Is it bad that I kind of want cake now?”

You and Mei respond at the same time, although your responses are nothing alike:

“I think we have some left over.”

“Yes, you’re a monster.”

Despite what they just called him, Mei is nothing if not a good host. With a beleaguered huff, they push themselves off the couch, step carefully over the legs Minghao doesn’t move out of their path, and stalks off towards the kitchen to forage for food.

Left alone in the living room, you and Minghao fall into an easy silence, eyes glued once again to the screen. It’s always been easier to get through a movie without Mei’s commentary; this one would’ve been finished an hour ago if they hadn’t kept pausing it to ramble. You’re so immersed in it that you hardly hear the way they’re tearing through the kitchen like a cyclone. You almost miss the soft knock at the door, too.

Immediately, your optimistic eyes flick over to Minghao. He’s closer to the door, and if you stare at him long enough, he might let you stay in the armchair you’ve all but fused to. 

“Nope,” he says coolly, without even looking.

Whining, you peel off the blanket you’ve wrapped yourself in and unfurl your knotted legs. You shiver when your bare feet touch the cold wood below, but bravely, you don’t retreat. You push forward on tiptoe and skip across the living room until you reach the front door.

Your eyebrows shoot up your forehead when you open it to find Soonyoung standing there for the first time in several weeks. While overstaying his welcome is his signature, showing up uninvited never has been. That’s apparently one line in the sand he won’t stumble over.

“Hey,” you peep.

For reasons unknown, you have to pause to let your gaze sweep over him, like something might’ve drastically changed about him since you saw him last. There’s a tiny flutter in the center of your chest that begs you to greet him more emphatically than that, but you ignore it.

Soonyoung looks more apologetic than you’ve ever seen him, which makes your pulse quicken even more.

“I’m really sorry to bother you,” he swears. “I think I left my headphones here last time. I’ve looked everywhere, I promise, but they’re just — gone.”

Your first instinct is to ask why he brought headphones to a dick appointment in the first place, but you talk yourself out of it. The next is to find out why he came all the way over here on a hunch, rather than simply texting you; he hasn’t in a while, not that you’ve taken it to heart. But you don’t do that, either, which strikes you as odd.

Instead, you step back and push the door open wider, once again letting the stray inside. “No worries,” you breeze.

Since when?

As it turns out, letting him in doesn’t bring the sky crashing down around you. Taking a single brick out of the wall you’ve fastidiously built doesn’t bring about the end of days. It just brings a shy bow and a quiet “thank you” while he toes off his shoes.

He turns to head toward your bedroom with you following behind him, but he stops short after a few steps. Crashing into his back — god, he’s broader than he looks — you grab his biceps to keep from bowling him over entirely.

“Shit — I’m so sorry.” He wheels around, failing to realize that you’re as close as you are. You can see panic light up his eyes, now mere centimeters from yours. “I didn’t realize you had somebody over.”

What is that scribbled all over his face?

It’s not anger, you know that much. Nothing about the way he’s looking at you reads like jealousy, either. If anything, he seems genuinely torn-up over what he assumes is date-crashing. Guilty, maybe.

So, why do you feel bad?

“Mei’s brother,” you explain quickly, as if he’s owed one. “Our annual horror movie marathon. We — all of us — do it every October.”

Why did you add that qualifier in there?

Soonyoung’s face brightens immediately, and you feel the tiniest bit warmer now that the corners of his mouth aren’t curved downward anymore. You wish that surprised you, but it doesn’t.

Why should it? You’ve given into him more often than not, haven’t you?

All he says is, “Oh,” in the tiniest voice you’ve ever heard, like he’s embarrassed himself for the first time in his life.

It grows quiet while the two of you continue to stand there in the half-light. If you discount the screaming, the flickering colors coming from the television screen make it feel almost — cozy?

But you’ve been gazing up at him for far too long, so you clear your throat. “Your — umm — your headphones. Do you remember where you left them?”

You nudge him slightly to get him moving, which he does without complaint.

“I think they jumped out of my pocket when you…” Soonyoung’s voice trails off. As you pass by, he glances over at Minghao, who either can’t hear your conversation or doesn’t give a shit about it.

With that indifference confirmed, Soonyoung looks back at you with a smirk. “You broke my zipper, you know. I had to take those jeans to a tailor to fix it.”

Immediately, your cheeks start burning.

Resident fuck monster, reporting for duty! Here to rip clothes to shreds and — 

He touches your wrist, just for a second. “It’s cute,” he assures you, even though you haven’t said a word.

And it doesn’t do a damn thing to keep that heat from rising up your face.

You step into your bedroom before you can think of what to say in response, so you let the moment pass and flick on the light. Just as soon as he joins you inside, Soonyoung lays eyes on what he came for — which is a miracle. That thin, white cord is practically invisible under your dresser.

“Ah!” He chirps, bending down to grab it.

Looking triumphant as hell, he tucks it into the pocket of his joggers and shoots you a grin. Suddenly, you find it hard to mimic his smile, although you don’t know why. 

He got what he came for, didn’t he? He’ll be out of your hair in a matter of moments, which is exactly what you’ve been demanding of him for months. You had to train him to get in and get out, and when he eventually learned, the relief was immediate.

So, why don’t you feel relieved now?

Soonyoung must hear your trains of thought derailing because he comes in hot with a distraction. As usual, it’s out of left field, just like the soft brush of his fingers on your bare arm.

“You’re cold.”

It’s not a question. 

There aren’t even goosebumps on your arm; and there’s no reason why he should know by looking at you that you are, in fact, freezing. But he does, and before you can ask how the fuck that’s possible, he spins around to the dresser nearby and grabs the handle jutting out of the bottom-left drawer.

How does he —?

You open your mouth to speak. The words disappear when he stands upright again, now holding out a sweatshirt from the drawer you keep them in. He’s only seen you open it once before, and the fact that he remembers is making you dizzy.

Soonyoung’s expectant eyes lock on your face, looking at you the same way he did when he handed you those burnt fucking eggs. This time, though, you don’t hesitate to accept what he’s giving you. You tug that sweatshirt over your head without missing a beat, instantly learning that it’s much bigger on you than you remember.

Stunned, you blink back at him from underneath the hood, which obscures most of your forehead. “Is this —?” 

You grab the fabric from the front of it in your hands as you look down. At first glance, it looks like the million other white sweatshirts tucked into your drawer, but — 

“This isn’t mine.”

Your eyes flick back up to Soonyoung, who’s fighting for his life to bite back a smile.

Six months ago, you might’ve knocked him on his ass for this, but now, you can’t keep it together, either. You crack wide open, laughing so hard that your eyes almost disappear.

“When the hell did you sneak that in there?” You wheeze, wiping tears as they spill over your lash line. The smack you land against his arm is cloaked in a sweater paw, dealing no damage except to crack him open, too. “God, I was never going to get rid of you, was I?”

Beaming, he slips his hands into the kangaroo pocket on the front and tugs you closer; you let him. “It was just in case I get cold, I swear.”

“Is that it?” You narrow your eyes playfully. “Are you sure?”

“Mhmm,” he hums, although you don’t believe him for a second. “It does look good on you, though. Maybe you should hang on to it.”

“To the sweatshirt?”

Watching him blush like that may never get old. Still, he maintains his bluff and nods. 

“Yeah. I mean, why not? Right? It’s comfortable.” He shrugs, not even the slightest bit casually. “A cotton blend, I think. Pre-shrunk, so… It’ll — uh, never be your size, I guess. That’s — um — that’s kind of a bummer, but…”

“Soonyoung!” You cut him off with a breathless laugh, prompting him to shut his rambling mouth.

The rare use of his name seems to startle him. His eyes go wide with that typical, hopeful anticipation that he never seems to leave home without. That look hasn’t disappeared after six months of getting shot down on a weekly basis, and neither has the way he hangs onto every word you say. 

This time, it might actually be what he’s been waiting to hear.

“Do you….?”

It might be a new personal record, you caving like this after holding someone at arm’s length for so long. The relief is automatic, spreading through muscle that you didn’t even realize had been aching.

“If you’re not busy, do you want to stay?”

[gavisuntiedboot]

Crowded (Gavi x Reader)

28 day writing prompt challenge - prompts are here

Day 9: forehead kisses

"You're the cutest thing to ever exist. You're the love of my life. I don't know what I could ever do without you."

Gavi was about at his wits end. It was his first weekend off after the end of the season, and he was excited to finally spend some quality time with you. He woke up feeling like he ruled the world. As he got ready to head to your place, his phone lit up with a text message from you.

[mi sol <3]: good morning baby. we have someone joining us today. hope you don't mind <333 ilysm see you soon

His heart sank immediately. Who the hell had you invited to spend the day with the two of you? And more importantly, why? The insecurity started to fester in his head. Was he not enough for you when he was no longer Gavi of F.C Barca, but just Pablo Gavi? A normal young man who just wanted to be held by his girlfriend while they watched Netflix on the couch? Did he bore you?

Gavi got to your house and rang the doorbell, and you swung open the door not even 15 seconds letter.

"Pablo!" You yelled, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug. He returned with just as much enthusiasm, picking you up off the ground and spinning you. The neighbors probably thought you were weird, but this is all he ever wanted: a pretty girl who he loved, who loved him back, and who he could be soft and open around. He breathed in the scent of your freshly washed hair, and wondered why he bothered with football when he could be up against you like this everyday.

"Good morning mi amor. Miss me?"

"You know I have. All my hoodies smell like detergent now instead of boyish charm and Paco Rabanne 1 million."

He smiled at you, teeth on display, skin around his eyes wrinkling in pure joy. You had missed Pablo so much. The stress of the end of the season meant that you didn't get to see your boy as often as you wanted. You missed Gavi intensely. His cocky nature when he was around you, like he knew the effect that he had on you, coupled with his sweet gestures that showed how much he really cared.

"Your hoodies? You mean the ones you stole from me? It's a good thing it's July, otherwise I would freeze since you took everything I have with sleeves."

"Fine fine. They can be our hoodies. I'm a comfort communist. Come inside and re-scent them."

He laughed and followed you into the house. You ran up the stairs to your room with Gavi in tow. You opened your closet, trying to decide which sweatshirts you could part with and which would stay in your permanent collection.

"So... I have to ask: who is spending the day with us."

You giggled and turned to face him.

"You'll see."

---

You rushed down the stairs at the sound of the doorbell. Gavi lingered at the top, hoping to see who was here dividing your attention.

"Nicole, hi!"

"Hi dear. Thank you so much for doing this. You have no idea how much this means to me."

"Of course of course. Where is Salvia?"

'Salvia? Like the plant?' Gavi thought to himself. A loud bark startled him out of his thoughts. You were being attacked with kisses from a long haired German Shepard. Gavi's eyes lit up. Your intruder wasn't a person - it was a dog.

When the door closed, Gavi approached you.

"Who is this?"

"This is Salvia. She's Nicole's darling baby. She's flying to Madrid for the day for a family emergency, so she asked me to dog sit. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier."

Gavi brought you closer, embracing you from behind and kissing your neck.

"Of course it's fine mi amor. I love dogs."

Or so he thought. Gavi did, up until that moment, really love dogs. He loved being around something high energy and cuddly, and loved getting wet kisses and excited tail wags. But now, he was ready to label himself a cat person. Every few minutes, your attention shifted from him to the dog, making sure she was safe and not tearing up the house. He could barely sit for two minutes with you before you had to get up to care for Salvia, either taking her out or feeding her or just giving her attention.

The sun had set hours ago, and he was sitting with you on the couch. Well actually he was sitting half a meter away from you. Salvia laid across your lap, her butt preventing Pablo from being closer to you. You were rubbing her sides, fluffing her coat and then smoothing it back down. Every few minutes, Salvia looked up at you resting her head against your chest. You scratched behind her ears, looking at her lovingly and and giving her several kissed on the head and nose.

Gavi was pissed. He was also cute and fluffy and wanted to lay on top of you, and yet he was losing your affections to a dog. A dog! He couldn't contain his disappointment. He wanted you to kiss him and say that he was the cutest thing alive. But alas. So he slid down on the couch, crossing his arms and pouting out his bottom lip, scowling at the Rom Com on the TV.

"Baby.." He whined, trying to put an arm around your shoulders, but unable to reach. "Come closer."

"I can't baby. She's asleep and I don't want to wake her up."

He huffed and got up from his seat. He went upstairs to where his bag was, opting to change out of his shorts into some sweats. He removed his shirt, and sprayed himself with more cologne. He decided to make himself irresistible to you. He sat back down, and looked at you to gage your reaction. You were too busy kissing Salvia on the forehead. Gavi began cursing every dog in existence under his breath. You were his girlfriend dammit. And he was sexy and Spanish and shirtless and within arms reach, and you could not care less.

At around midnight, the doorbell rang again. Salvia sprang off the couch, running to the door and letting out a soft bark. You got up after her and ran to the door, opening it for Nicole.

"Hi baby Sal - did you miss me? I missed you too. Thank you so much for taking care of her. Thankfully the family is fine. I really appreciate the help."

"Anytime," you respond, handing Nicole the bag with the dog things, "glad everyone is doing well. Have a good night."

You closed the door and went back to the couch, flopping down beside Gavi. He kept his arms crossed over his chest and turned to you, pout still very present on his face. You held his face in your hands, pressing your forehead to his.

"What's wrong Pablito?"

He wanted to stay mad at you. He really did. But you were looking up at him with your big beautiful eyes, batting your eyelashes at him and holding his face so delicately.

"You ignored me all day for a dog."

He tried to pull away, feeling stupid for admitting it. You pulled his head in, giving him a sweet kiss on the forehead.

"Awe Pablo. I'm sorry. You want me to pamper you like Salvia?"

"Not in this condition - you smell like dog."

You pushed his face away, enjoying the sound of his laughter. You loved the way Gavi looked when he was laughing - or happy in general. His eyes would get small and his cheeks got more round, making him more adorable than you thought possible. You grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt and lifted it off, leaving you in your bralette. You then removed the blanket from your lap that Salvia had laid on, throwing it to the corner of the room, and grabbing another one (with a Barca logo in the middle of the large fuzzy blanket). You grabbed the remote and a bowl of popcorn, relaxing back on the couch and extending your arms outward.

"Come here, Pablito. Let me love on you."

He looked at you skeptically, as if you were going to retract the offer. He uncrossed his arms and moved over to you, laying his head on your chest, legs tangling with yours on the length of the couch. He wrapped his arms around your waist, sighing deeply and allowing himself to relax against you. You covered the both of you with the blanket, and started a new movie. You placed one hand in his hair and began raking your nails through it. You scratched his head slowly, causing him to whimper out. You then brought the other hand up onto his bare back, rubbing circles into it. You let your fingers slide gently up and down his skin.

"Head scratches and a back rub at the same time, amor? How did I get so lucky?"

You looked down at Pablo, pressing another gentle kiss into his forehead, lingering for a long moment.

"Just be quiet and let me love you, Pablo. You're the best thing in my life, I hope you know. Anything to make you happy - just say it and it's done."

Gavi's mouth hung open, like he was in shock. He buried his face back into your chest, and you felt the warmth of his cheeks against your skin. You giggled quietly, pulling him closer into you. You placed another kiss at the top of his soft hair.

"I love you Pablo."

"I love you too, amor. So much it's causing me physical chest pain."

"Aw baby, I don't want to hurt you."

"It's ok baby. You keep kissing it better."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: Hey y'all! This was inspired by my roomie's doggie, who I love, and who napped next to me while I wrote this. I almost gave up on this little challenge until I realized all 3 of my top posts are writings from this series. Thank you all so much for the support. My asks are open, so pls let me knoe if you have any ideas for the rest of the prompts!!

AND ...if you haven't read my Gavi series "Just Pretend", please check it out. It's pinned to my profile. <333

[according2thelore]

watching season 1 of gilmore girls is just an exercise in gut-wrenching angst when you live with the knowledge that jarpad was 18 when it premiered. like, that's the face of the kid that john winchester told to stay gone for good if he left. that's dean's baby brother. that's the kid who's about to be alone for the first time in his actual life (bar some very specific small blips along the way). i'm cry 😭 thank you to the wb for this gift that we must bear like a thousand-pound cross

LITERALLY

like this sammy??? this sammy right here????

this kid steals dean's flannels even though they don't reach his wrists because they're "more comfortable." he can't keep a pair of pants longer than six months because he grows like a goddamn weed.

this is his big brother's leather jacket!! dean stole it from a surplus store in kentucky and sam wears it everywhere!!!! you cannot tell me otherwise!! they steal it back and forth all the time, but dean doesn't actually want it back bc sam wearing his leather jacket makes him sweat in weird places, which is totally unrelated, okay?

this kid has dreams!!! he writes everything down in composition notebooks stained at the corners with dried, rusty blood from a werewolf four states and five schools ago.

he's been storing his money from pool hustling in the canvas lining of the duffle bag that holds all of his possessions.

this little guy????

the people they save cling to sam like fucking vines, white-knuckled fingers in his sweatshirts because if someone this bright, this innocent, can survive this, they can, too. nothing bad can possibly happen to this kid, because the older one is snarling and spitting and chewing through bone.

because this is just a kid!!!!!! and this kid should be saved, not saving. he's got a pimple on his jaw that's been there for months, and he sweats through almost every shirt he puts on.

LIKE THIS FELLA RIGHT HERE??????

this kid keeps wiping angry tears out of his eyes because no one in this family cares if he's happy, as long as he's here. sam's got money in his bag, and dean won't look him in the eye, and dad is telling him to get the fuck out.

he's telling him that he might as well not even be a part of this fucking family, if he's not going to fight for it. like sam hasn't lost litres of blood for this family, like he wasn't weaned on sweat and stale coca-cola and what adrenaline tastes like when it's the only thing keeping you conscious.

this kid is too big to fit into a queen w dean but goddamnit he's going to, anyway, lazy long limbs splayed on a couch while they watch a re-run on a spotty, fuzzing tv in skin-melting, stifling motel rooms.

having access to video footage of J2 at pre-series ages makes me howl at the moon. because!!!!! like!!!!!! these kids were CHILDREN!!!!!!

anyway. you get it, anon. you know the vision.

dean winchester and i see each other: i would also want to pinch his cheeks and tuck him under my arm and ruffle his hair and buy him milkshakes and new sneakers and cut his silly bangs.

-lizzy

[annie115]

One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready Pt. 3 CL16 x Female!Driver!Reader

Authors note: Third and final part of my mini series, let me know how you liked it! :) I´m also open for requests :)

Warnings: SMUT, Minors dni, 18+, alcohol, rough language, unprotective sex (stay safe!)

Summary: Charles shows you how irresponsible it is to fuck around like you did

Three to get ready

One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready

You´re a Formula One driver for two years now. This season you managed to be fourth in the driver´s championship and the future was looking good for you. You were currently enjoying your winter break, decorating your new apartment in Monaco. You finally managed to get a nice place there, since most of your friends were living there.

Tonight you had nothing big planned, just a nice evening with dinner, wine and your favourite movie. Turns out, your friends had other plans. You were just about to look for recipes when the door bell rang. It was already around 9pm, who would come by now? You pressed the button of the intercom system to ask who´s there. Nowadays you couldn’t be careful enough, there were always some creeps who could find out your address. “Who is it?” you ask. “Your favourite drivers on the grid!!” you heard Lando´s voice and had to smirk. You opened the door and there they were. Charles, Lando and Max, one drunker than the other.

“Hey guys, what´s up?” you asked before they let themselves in. “We wanted to check on our favourite girl and ask her if she could make us something to eat”, Lando said and gave you a kiss on your cheek. You chuckled and shook your head. “I can´t believe you. Where have you been and why the hell did you drink so much? You smell like a bar, each of you!” You went ahead to the kitchen, deciding that you will make chicken pasta since it was easy and you knew that the boys liked it. The three of them followed you like baby ducks. “Wine!” Max shouted and you turned around. “Hands away! That´s mine and you´ve had enough!” Max pouted and sat down on your couch. You prepared three glasses of water and handed each of them one. “Drink”, you ordered and they did as they were told. “Can you make chicken pasta, y/n?” Charles asked, looking cuter than ever. All three of them looked incredibly gorgeous tonight, you had to admit. Lando´s hair was a little bit longer than usual and his curls were clearly visible. He was wearing a white button-up shirt and light-coloured pants with white sneakers. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up and you were able to see his Rolex and a few bracelets. Max was wearing a black t-shirt and a black leather jacket above it. His black jeans completed the look and due to his dark outfit his blonde hair seemed to be brighter than usual. Charles was just wearing jeans and a grey sweatshirt, but he looked tasty as always. All of them looked tasty and thousands of girls would die to have them in their living room. For you, they were just three very hot but goofy guys who you also used to work with so this wasn’t new to you. “Yeah Charlie, I can make chicken pasta”, you answered and he was happy like a child. “So, where have you been?” you asked while preparing the dinner.

Lando nipped on his water. “Well, we started at Charles´ place with some Gin Tonic and went to Fredo´s bar then”, he answered. You chuckled. Fredo´s bar was one of the most popular bars in Monaco and the barkeeper was a friend of the drivers. The fact that they were there explained while they were that drunk. Charles stood up and came towards you, while you were putting the pasta in the pot with boiling water. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you smelled his scent. The typical Charles´ scent, a little woody mixed with mint and his hair gel. The scent and his touch fogged you up a little and you closed your eyes. “You look pretty tonight, Cherie”, he whispered and Max clapped his hands. “Get a room, you two! But not until dinner´s ready!” You laughed and Charles turned away from you. “He´s right, though. You look good. What were you up to today?” Lando asked while scanning your body. Actually, you were glad that you didn’t put on your pyjamas yet how you planned it. You were home all day that´s why you were wearing grey sweatpants, a brown crop top and a white jacket. Additionally you were wearing the necklaces you always had on. “I did nothing, to be honest. Just some decorating, cleaning, unpacking”, you answered and prepared the chicken while the noodles were cooking in the pot. “I can help you if you want”, Max said and stood up from the couch, stumbling towards you. You laughed. “Please don’t! Sit down. You´re so drunk you will burn down the place”. Max pouted again but instead of sitting down he opened your fridge. “Do you have something better than water?” he asked and you chuckled. “Nothing which is not alcoholic”, you answered. “That’s fine. That´ll do”, he answered and you turned around to look what he took out the fridge. A bottle of vodka and a bottle of white wine. “Uh yeah”, Lando said and placed his sunglasses on his nose. You chuckled again but decided that you were on winter break, so why not having some fun? “Glasses are in the cupboard”, you said and Max got them out while Charles handed you your glass of wine from earlier.

The plates were empty and so were two bottles of white wine. You were all sitting on the couch, talking about something when Lando suggested to play a game. “Let´s play never have I ever! I haven’t played that in ages!” he said excited and you laughed when he grabbed the vodka bottle. “Forget it! We can´t play that with vodka, we will be in the hospital after ten questions! Let´s open another bottle of wine”. Lando wiggled his eyebrows. “Your naughty girl, it´s not my fault you have to drink for every question.” “I think she´s right”, Max interjected. “There are a lot of questions where everybody has to drink so maybe the wine is a better choice”. Lando sighed and poured each glass with the third bottle of wine, before he opened the game on his phone. He cleared his throat before reading the first question. Charles was sitting next to you, having one arm wrapped around your hip. You didn’t exactly know when the two of you have become that close but you enjoyed it way too much, you would have never asked him to stop. Besides, you two already had your moments where you almost ended up fucking in a club. It never happened, but it was obvious that you were attracted to each other. The alcohol was already befuddling your senses and you moved closer to Charles to lean on his chest.

“Okay”, Lando started. “Never ever have I gotten a speeding ticket”. All of you took a glass of your sip and you laughed. “I would like to know if there´s one racing driver without a speeding ticket”, Max said, slurring a little. “I can´t imagine Oscar driving that fast with his normal car. He´s so responsible all the time”, Lando said and you chuckled. “Okay, next question. Never ever have I made out with more than one person in one night”. You pressed your lips together, hoping that somebody would drink. Nobody did and you sighed while laying the glass on your lips. All three boys turned to you. “What the fuck? Really?” You laughed. “Relax, guys. It´s not like I fucked two guys in one night. We were playing truth or dare and I had to kiss two friends of mine”, you answered. “Naughty girl. But I knew that already”, Lando said and winked. You shushed him and gave him a slight slap on his shoulders. Nobody knew that you and Lando hooked up in a night club in Las Vegas a few months ago. It was hot, sexy and probably the best sex you´ve ever had. But it was a one time thing, exactly as the little hook up with Max in Silverstone.  

But that was something neither Lando nor Charles knew of. A few months ago you almost crashed into each other in Silverstone. You managed to turn your car so that you didn’t touch and afterwards both of you needed a little break before the press conference. You bumped into each other in the room where they stored the racing suits in the paddock and there it happened. At first you felt bad, since you already hooked up with two guys from the grid but honestly, what the hell? You were single, the boys were single and you didn’t owe anyone an explanation. You were just having fun.

“Why did you shush him? Is there something we don’t know?” Charles asked while he pinched your waist a little. “Nope, nothing”, you slurred and giggled, not being able to keep the secret due to your current state of mind. “Don´t be shy, y/n. You can tell them how I ruined you in that night club in Vegas”, Lando said chuckling and finished his wine glass. “Lando shut up”, you said while hiding your face behind your hands. If you´d been less drunk you would have noticed that Charles grip around your waist got stronger. “You fucked in a night club?” Max asked laughing. “You seem to like public places, y/n”, he continued which made you blush even more. “Shut up, shut up, shut up”, you mumbled but it was too late. Lando and Max gave each other a high five, another sign of how drunk they were. “I will show you how irresponsible it is to fuck around like this”, Charles whispered in your ear, all of a sudden. You´re body reacted with goosebumps. You swallowed, hard. Before you could react to his words he stood up and pulled you with him. “Let yourself out, guys”, he said harshly while pulling you into the bedroom.

“Charles, we can´t just-“ he interrupted you by pressing his lips on yours. While kissing you, he pressed you against the door of your bedroom. “All this time I didn’t flirt with you because I thought it would be inappropriate.” His hard cock pushed against your thigh as he grabbed your waist. “You have no idea how long I wanted to make you mine, how long I´ve wanted to fuck you”. His words combined with his kisses on your neck made you dripping. You heard how somebody opened and closed the front door, showing you that Lando and Max really left the place. “Finally”, Charles whispered and grabbed the waist of your sweatpants to pull them down. His fingers went to your slip. “So fucking wet for me already”, he moaned. “If I would have known that you´re a little slut I would have marked you as mine the first day you entered the paddock”, he said, spreading kisses on your ear. You moaned, not being able to take a straight thought. His hands over your body were all you could think about. “Please, Charles”, you gasped when he slid his fingers over your clit. Without a further warning he pushed one finger inside of you, making you moan louder. Your hands ripped off his sweater, making you gaze on his trained body. You touched his shoulders and went over his abs while he was thrusting more fingers inside of you.

“Be a good girl”, he finally said and laid a hand on your head to force you to get on your knees. You knew exactly what he wanted, his demanding tone was turning you on incredibly. You pulled down his jeans and boxers and his boner was literally jumping in your face, the tip covered with pre cum. You looked up to him with wide eyes, you didn’t expect it to be that big. He petted your head before he wrapped your pony tail around his hand. You started jerking him off a little, before you licked over his tip. He let out a quiet moan. You opened your mouth, allowing him to thrust himself in it completely. “Fuck”, he gasped while moving his hips. You closed your eyes, trying to get used to his size in your mouth. After a while you started sucking him off using your hands as well as your mouth to give him ultimate pleasure. You could already feel his cock pulsating.

“Stop”, he gasped and pulled you up on your feet. He took of your jacket and the top to take a look at you. “You´re so beautiful”, he whispered, before he pushed you onto the bed. His lips striped over your knees and thighs before he kissed the spot below your lust. Your upper thighs were wet from your juice, you were literally dripping for him. He sunk his mouth into your sweet spot and you moaned. The way he slipped his tongue over your clit and added two fingers almost pushed you over the edge. “Cha-“, you gasped when you felt your climax coming closer. Your thighs were shaking and he stopped, looking up to you. “You´re not coming anywhere but on my cock, Cherie”, he said and pushed himself up, leaned his elbows on both sides next to your face and thrusted himself inside of you. A loud moan escaped your mouth and you threw your head back. “So-fucking-tight”, he moaned and his movements got faster when he got used to your tightness. Your eyes were teary and your mind foggy, you couldn’t think about anything but how much you wanted to come. “Please let me come Charles”, you begged when he rubbed your clit with his fingers. He tilted his head a little and smirked at you. “Come all over my cock, amour”. And so you did. Your legs were shaking as you finally reached your climax, your cunt clenching around his cock. “Fuck”, he gasped while coming inside of you. He rolled down of you and grabbed a tissue from the night stand to clean you up. “Finally”, you almost said at the same time and chuckled.

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[rookieforlife]

Angel City FC Teams with re-inc, Klarna on Capsule Collection

The three organizations are partnering on a limited-edition merch collaboration with a portion of the proceeds going to charity.

re-inc, the lifestyle brand and community founded by a quartet of U.S. soccer stars, is teaming up with Angel City FC and Klarna on a limited-edition merch collaboration, the companies have announced.

Christen Press, Tobin Heath, Megan Rapinoe, and Megan Klingenberg founded re-inc in 2019 to offer “eco-conscious fashion” for anyone ready to reimagine the status quo.

The apparel collection, called “New Everyone Club,” features gender-free sweatshirts, t-shirts, shorts, and socks. It will launch exclusively on Klarna’s app for 24 hours starting Friday at noon ET. After that, the collection will be available on Angel City’s website and at Banc of California Stadium on Sept. 25 when the NWSL club takes on Racing Louisville in its final regular season home game.

“Angel City and re-inc are both mission-driven brands that were fundamentally built to create a positive social impact,” Angel City co-founder and president Julie Uhrman said. “Working alongside Christen and the re-inc team is something we have been discussing for a long time, and we are excited that it has come to fruition. Klarna has also been extremely supportive in this space since we announced our partnership nearly a year ago, so we are thrilled that they are a part of this collaboration.”

As part of the campaign, Downtown Women’s Center will receive 10% of the proceeds. The center aims to serve and empower women experiencing homelessness and formerly homeless women. Klarna will match that donation as part of the partnership.

“I’m so proud to bring the ‘New Everyone Club’ to life with both my team and my business,” said Press, an Angel City forward and re–inc’s CEO. “This is about creating a new and inclusive way forward, bucking the old norms, and disrupting the status quo. Angel City and re—inc have such beautiful and diverse communities, and with the ‘New Everyone Club,’ we celebrate what’s at our very core: re-imagination.”

The “New Everyone Club” is meant to celebrate and embrace underrepresented groups, creating a community where people from all walks of live can mutually empower one another. “This collection is the next step in our partnership with Angel City FC, as we continue to show the world that we are not afraid to push boundaries and challenge the status quo on and off the field,” Klarna CMO David Sandstrom said. “Through this collaboration, we are proud to provide fans a new way to showcase their fandom with new apparel, but most importantly, support the Los Angeles community and help empower women through the incredible work that is being led by the Downtown Women’s Center.”

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[lalacliffthorne]

and we´re finally returning to the season of rainy afternoons and flickering candles, walking through falling leaves and watching comfort movies, midnight margaritas, boots and thin tights under sweatshirts and having conversations with every black cat that crosses one´s way 🦇🔮🪦🐈‍⬛

[ughgoaway]

also (late) merry christmas ace!! hope you’ve been having a nice holiday season *a spam of virtual hugs

ur little fics have genuinely made these last few months for me and i know you panic every time u post them and never seem to think they’re good enough (the anxiety is relatable tbh 😭)- but they genuinely make my days when i come home and see that youve posted smth so…personally who needs one day of christmas when i can get silly little blurbs and writings from u ab our fav au family all year round :D

just wanted to say a quick hello; bff anon loves u ace <33

oh merry late Christmas to you too my love!!!

this ask literally made me CRY. my mascara is everywhere rn, and I do not even care. my sweatshirt is stained black, and I couldn't be happier about it.

words can not even say how much this means to me, I overthink about everything I post and genuinely consider deleting everything weekly, so knowing someone loves my work is just so so amazing to me.

the fact that I make you feel even fractionally better inspires me to write SO MUCH. and all your ideas and contributions to this au have made it so much better and more fun.

you have made my year AMAZING. and I. LOVE. YOU.

it makes my day whenever you send an ask!!!! I love hearing from you. Genuinely, I am the no.1 bff anon stan. I'm obsessed with you basically....

you should see how I react when I get an ask from you... I giggle like a school girl and re-read it like 10 times, it's so funny.

YOU ARE QUITE LITERALLY THE SWEETEST PERSON EVER. WHO NEEDS CHRISTMAS WHEN I HAVE SILLY LITTLE ASKS FROM YOU!!!!!

I love you soooooo much, this has made my entire fucking month 10000x better. I am giving you a kiss on the forhead rn. MWUAH <333333

(p.s. I am working on the incredible ask you sent yesterday and can't wait to scream about it with you :)))))) )

[danthropologie]

idk who to send this so please im loosing my shit over this post . This is max with one of daniel’s well worn merch sweatshirt in their old Monaco apartment building or post race rbr circa 2018 polo (remember when they had that long motor home they had to share) .

first of all, obsessed??? second of all, maybe it's just the daniel brainworms speaking, but i kind of feel like it could go both ways re: maxiel?

(adding a cut because i kind of rambled on 😭)

like on one hand, as you said, it could be this idea of max still in the process of discovering himself. he doesn't really register that his feelings about daniel as a 'friend' are Different than just friendship until that experience happens. then, as any feral karting kid turned more-than-slightly repressed young adult would, he turns to the internet for help. but for him, it would be less about What It Means for him personally and more just about not wanting to compromise the friendship? like, daniel's so cool and fun and interesting, the first ever teammate he could call a friend, so of course the last thing he wants to do is make things weird or alienate him with these strange Feelings he's feeling!! he doesn't really even understand WHY it happened, but he's not really interested in the why either? he just wants to get it off his chest more than anything.

on the other hand, it also SCREAMS repressed bisexual daniel to me??? the clinging to straightness and reaffirming attraction to women despite this Not Very Straight thing happening. the downplaying and rationalizing of feelings toward the friend. the total avoidance of What This Means, while clearly having a bit of an internal meltdown about it.

like just imagine a scenario where it's like...it's 2019, daniel's left rbr, he's at renault now, and they're about halfway through the season. it's the end of another race weekend, and he's going back to monaco on air verstappen with max. it's a little chilly on the plane (max prefers it that way) and he forgot a sweatshirt, but max has an extra one he can borrow. when they land in monaco, daniel goes to take off the sweatshirt and give back, but max tells him not to worry about it, he can give it back to him later. so daniel takes it home with him.

later, daniel's in bed, trying to sleep, but between the jetlag and his racing mind, it's not happening. then he notices max's sweatshirt on the end of the bed. somewhere in the process of getting home and settling in it must have ended up there, and seeing it there now, he can't help but be drawn to it. so he picks it up, and at first he's just looking at it. examining it. tracing the cracked rbr logo on the back of it with his finger. he starts thinking about the team and how much a part of him still misses them. still misses max. nico is fine as a teammate of course, but he's definitely no max. he doesn't laugh at his jokes like max did, doesn't fool around with him in marketing videos and between meetings (and sometimes during the meetings) like max did, doesn't straddle the precarious line between friend and rival with relative ease like max did. but in a lot of ways, things between them are better now that they’re not teammates anymore. max is just his friend. there's no 'but' in the sentence. no caveat to the friendship. when they're together—like they were earlier that night on the plane—they're just max and daniel, exactly like it's always been.

and as the thinks more about max and how great he is and how cool it is that he gets call him a friend, something just comes over him?? all these thoughts and the lingering smell of him on the sweatshirt that's invading daniel's senses... next thing he knows, he's having post nut clarity and lowkey freaking the fuck out cause this is weird!! max his friend, and more importantly, he's straight!! so like any good raised-on-the-internet millennial would, he turns to anonymous internet forums for reassurance that this is Totally Normal and Definitely Not Weird (or gay)

[asleep-and-afraid]

HOWA RE YOU

IM MID ASF. SUPER STRESSED WITH SCHOOL AND WRITING DEPRESSING POEMS EVERY NIGHT. LISTENING TO PHOEBE BRIDGERS AND PARAMORE AND FRANK OCEAN AND EARL SWEATSHIRT NONSTOP. WEARING SKELETON ONESIES AND FISHNETS AND COOL THRIFTED CLOTHES TO SCHOOL AND PROBABLY FAILING PSATS. HAVING PEOPLE CONFESS TO ME ONLY TO REJECT THEM BC I INFACT, NO MATTER HOW MUCH I WANT TO, DO NOT FEEL ROMANTIC ATTRACTION AND NEVER HAVE. FINISHING VOLLEYBALL SEASON AND GETTING A PART IN THE SCHOOL PLAY. GETTING BACK INTO GENSHIN SOMEHOW. FINISHING SOUL CRUSHING BOOKS AND SOBBING AT 1 AM. TURNING SHIT IN AT 11:59. it’s been a fucking ride. let’s just say my tumblr era was this summer and summer is over and school is whole new planet and it’s crazy to be how old i am and to live rn. it’s scary and exciting and everything is happening and nothing is happening, and i’m a poet sometimes and i’m fraud sometimes. sorry lol that was not what you asked for but i was feeling poetic

[gingerbreedreads]

Laundry day 

“Hey Coach… I’m a little embarrassed but I can’t come to weights today. I shrunk my singlet in the wash.” texted Kev, after snapping a selfie in the mirror. 

“What’s the damage?” texted Coach.

Kev sent the pics to Coach. The two were tight so they had each other’s numbers. The training days on the weekends and off season brought them close. 

“See it makes my dick stand out now, and it’s riding up my ass and making it itch like crazy. What should I do?”

“You’ve really done it now, Kev. Come over quick. In fact, run to my place now. Make it part of your workout today, but put some sweats over the singlet so you don’t get arrested.”

Kev grabbed his sweat shorts to give him some modesty and a sweatshirt to cover his nipples and dashed out the door. Kev found he could really pick up speed with his dick pulled tight against him, but the wedgie he was getting was driving him insane. He reached Coach’s place and went in the side door. It was a few miles so he had worked up a bit of a sweat. Coach was standing there in his usual short shorts and a muscle tank that showed off how much he worked out with the team.

“Took you long enough.”

“Fuck off” said Kev, out of breath. “I blame this!” he said, stripping his sweats to show the now sweat soaked singlet. The previous coverage afforded him by the opaque fabric was gone now. Coach turned him around with his hand and took in his exposed jock. 

“Yeah you really shrunk it. This give you any trouble?” He said running a playful finger through the Kev’s crack now slicked with sweat. Kev shuttered, the run has made his hole sensitive to the touch, a sensation he had never felt before. It made his dick jump. “Okay, I think we can fix it with a re wash. These will help keep it from shrinking more.” Said Coach scooping up kev’s sweats and tossing them into the washer. He flipped the switch and the drum started filling with water. 

Kev was happy to peel off the singlet but as he pulled the straps down to his waist he hesitated for a second. The clothes he wore here were being washed, what would he wear?

“I can’t wash it with you in it.” Said coach gruffly. With that Kev slid down the singlet and tossed it into the wash. Coach shit the door and the looked at the shelf above it. 

“Shit let me get the detergent.” Leaving the now naked jock in the laundry room. Kev had been naked around the coach before, but in the locker room there was always a towel nearby. Looking around there was nothing he could grab to cover his sweaty exposed skin. Worse, the itching in his ass wasn’t stopping even with his singlet gone. He reached back and gave it a scratch, it felt like the hole itself was itching. As he touched the spot he felt the same arousal from earlier. Though, now that the singlet was off, the freedom from constriction allowed his dick to fully extend, and Coach came back into the room.

“Shit!” Kev couldn’t cover it in time.

“Jesus Kev. You’ll poke your eye out!”

“Sorry Coach, said Kev meekly covering his protruding member. “It’s the singlet. it made my ass really itchy but it’s not going away.”

“Hmm. That’s not good. Better take a look”

“What?!”

“I can’t have my star player passing ringworm or mrsa along. Turn around.”

Kevin blushing turned around holding his dick to try and disguise his erection. Coach put a big hand on His back and bent him over. Kev was looking into the glass front on the washer, missing the security of his clothes now locked in the machine.

“Pull your checks apart.” Kev dutifully reached his hands back and presented his ass. He was a big biker in the summer so his checks were thick and round.  Kev felt the warm tickling sensation of Coach’s breath on his sensitive hole.

Coach was starting as the most perfect ass he’d seen in a while. Slicked with sweat, the pink hole of his favorite jock was practically pulsating. The musk of the sweat wafting gave Coach an instant erection in his short shorts. “I should’ve put underwear on, '' he though to himself as he felt his dick extend out from the leg of his shorts.

“I don’t see anything worrisome. You say it itches here?” Said coach putting a finger right on the pucker

“Ooooh” moaned Kev instinctively, his dick jumped against his stomach and let out a drop of Pre that Coach watched drop to the floor. 

“Let me see if this helps” said Coach and he started licking the studs ass. Kiev’s eye opened wide and looking in the reflection of the washer he could see Coach’s pulsating dick poking through his shorts.

“Coach!” moaned Kev. He was starting to shake with pleasure. Coach brushed Kev’s hands away, shaking the jock's ass on his face. Kev grabbed the washer for support. This was crazy but he was loving it.

“I think I need to go deeper, ” said Coach as he came up for air. 

“Please” Whimpered Kev. Coach placed a finger at the slicked up hole and went in. Kev’s hungry hole swallowed it eagerly and sent a ripple of pleasure through him.

“See this is your prostate.” Said coach expertly found the jock’s g-spot. “I think that was giving you the itching.” 

“Oh god!” said Kev, as he dick leaked out more pre on the floor. Coach looked down at his veiny cock. He couldn’t tear up this stud’s hole, as much as he wanted to. He’d have to loosen him up first. He smacked Kev’s sweaty ass tenderly. 

“I’ll be right back.” 

Kev was again naked in the laundry room but hornier than ever. He reached back at his hole and stuck a finger in. It was good but he couldn’t quiet reach the spot. He started to get frustrated. His legs were starting to shake. He needed to rest. He sat down on top of the washer just as it started to kick into its spin cycle. The constant shaking and vibrating was soothing to the pent up jock.

Coach returned with a big smile on his face and nothing else on. His thick cock led the way into the room, making Kev gulp. Seeing his proud stud jock drooling on the washer naked and hard was a dream come true. He carried a bag of toys with him.

“You like my washer boy.”

“Oh yes coach.”

“That gives me an idea.”said Coach, taking out a curved plug from the bag. He swallowed it, then spit on it, all while mouth making direct eye contact with Kev. Another drool of pre leaked out. He placed the suction cup plug on the washer. 

“All yours” he said, offering his arm for support. Kev gripped the beefy man and guided his hole onto the plug. He grunted a bit but sank all the way down to the base. It was so sweet. The coach slowly bent Kev’s torso down to his waist level, so Kev’s head was just at his cock. 

“You wanna get some core in?” 

Kev just looked up at him with his wide, horny eyes and started sucking. 

[archangelmag]

Cargo trousers: the nostalgia and utilitarianism of their return

Cargo trousers, the iconic garment of the 1990s/2000s, are back on the streets, and to stay! But what were the main culprits behind the garment's comeback?

The garment is undoubtedly one of the hit items of the year. Thanks to macro-trends and nostalgia, it has flooded the fashion world, and the garment that was widely used in the 90s and also in the y2k years has made its grand comeback.

Now, it has a wider modeling, a re-reading of its design proposal and even different fabrics. Bringing comfort, style and a youthful charm, the garment also offers versatility in styling, because it brings life to the construction of looks that move between street-wear and chic.

It also contributes to more glamorous constructions, with national brands such as Misci, Hist, Another Place and A La Garçonne already incorporating the garment into their product range.

Cargo trousers took up approximately 6% of women's underwear in Spring-Summer/23 and are a confirmed trend for the coming seasons. But it is because of its eclecticism that brands are exploring the model, with finishes, details and new proposals, according to the trend forecasting and analytical data website, WGSN.

From its origins to becoming a must-have

The trouser came about through utilitarianism as a military uniform during the Second World War. The main purpose of the garment was to offer practicality, comfort, mobility and functionality.

The garment, which also has a sense of style and design, was eventually incorporated into different work environments, outdoor activities and cultural movements such as punk and rap.

Utilitarianism returns as a trend between 2018 and 2019, while these silhouettes appear on the catwalks of Europe and Asia. Between 2020 and 2021, brands such as Balmain, Prada, Off White and Salvatore Ferragamo brought pieces with strategic pockets and zippers, wide and comfortable models in their respective collections.

The then trigger for Generation Z

The return of cargo trousers as a must-have piece began with the collective nostalgia that the world found itself in after the pandemic.

Engaged by Generation Z and spread by social networks - especially TikTok - nostalgia for the 2000s brought about a revival of various aesthetics, such as Y2K, old-school hip-hop, and emocore. It also popularized indie aesthetics and skateboarding.

The return of outdoor activities was also a great ally. Since the silhouette of the garment is wide and comfortable, brands have started to invest in the garment and produce it with a range of different options, such as leather, jeans, knitwear, sweatshirts and even satin.

With ultra-casual versions, tailoring or tactel, the garment is suitable for all styles, occasions and tribes. Regardless of your personal style, the mood of the season or the occasion, you can use the versatile cargo pants as a stylish, creative and long-lasting option.

Written by:  Pamela Pires Carvalho | Edited by: Letícia Virgínia

Posted in: https://fashionlismo.com.br/calca-cargo-a-nostalgia-e-o-utilitarismo-de-seu-retorno/

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[white-queen-lacus]

Ok, it was something I'd wanted to write for a long, but I needed to have a bit of time. 🤭

Since I've been re-reading, I noticed that, while writing my original story Dark Circus, Kate's and Alexander's looks became more and more similar in style and colors once they got nearer... It was totally unconscious on my part, but I can't help myself but find it so funny!

So, here are the scenes (all told by Kate):

FIRST - meeting among colleagues after work (ending in an unexpected undercover mission 🤭):

Kate: About my look, after Lucy worked to style my hair in a high tail with a slight crest, I opted for a black shirt with colorful flowers, smoke-colored jeans, a yellow jacket, and Chanel shoes of the same color.

Alexander: At least he had changed his look. I had to admit that a black jacket, white shirt, and jeans made him more informal, as well as reflecting his half-thirties.

SECOND - operation at the Four Seasons Hotel:

Alexander: I understood the reason for his confidence when a brand-new-looking Alexander Graham opened the door. He was wearing a suit with a classic tailored cut, Prussian blue, a tie still loose of a brighter tone, and a white shirt. In addition, his thick rebellious hair was ordered in a perfect cut with a side fringe that perfectly framed his face not at all surprised, unlike mine.

Kate: I decided not to play his game and threw my bag on the chest of drawers. I pulled out a classic knee-length dress of a sober beige, tightened by a belt at the waist and after having struck my boss a wink, I went to change in the bathroom, taking care to lock it. I pulled up my hair in a tall neat tail, then went out to pick up the black décolleté shoes with plateau I had aside.

Bonus, Elizabeth (Alexander's ex-wife): Elizabeth was really gorgeous. She, like me, had styled her hair, but being shorter, she had opted for a bun. On him, a Tiffany blue sheath dress that could easily have been on pair with Graham's tie.

THIRD - the same evening, before the "Let's unmask the dead" operation:

Kate: And so, I had bought online a dark coral dress, long and enveloping, crossed behind the back, which I would have combined with a nude satin heel.

Alexander (a bit of fanservice)😇: It was then that an intense wave of Boss Bottled tickled my nostrils, leading me to follow the trail toward Graham's tall figure silhouetted from behind, naked and perfectly defined. The tattoo with the symbol of the Dark Circus, which I had glimpsed sometime before, extended along the lower part of the neck up to the half shoulder. It was much more elegant than I imagined, rich in inked details. […] he dedicated himself to a black jacket and matching bow tie, then wore a white gold Rolex Daytona on his wrist.

FOURTH -At Graham's apartment before their unconventional cohabitation.

Alexander: A few minutes later, Graham appeared. He was free, in a gray Nike suit and slippers.

Kate: I changed my outfit, opting for a black pair of leggings and an extra-large green and white sweatshirt.

FIFTH - The wedding party at Howell Mansion.

Kate: My dress was a black empire-style chiffon dress with very light round sleeves, which descended softly, with an insert of diamonds that wrapped the pronounced neckline. I had worn simple light points, while my hair had turned out to be a drama impossible to style with that length. In the end, Lucy had just given some movement with some waves made with the hot iron.

Alexander: I wonder why I had deluded myself for a moment that he would respect the dress code. Total black look yes, but without the bow tie. He had just a silver-gray two-pointed clutch to give color and this time he had opted for a decidedly more modest steel Michael Kors on his wrist. On the other hand, he had fixed his hair, which fell back into a lonely, soft wave. Around him, his unmistakable scent. He was handsome.

[drewmerchandise]

If you're looking to show your commitment to the Drew lifestyle, then you've come to the right place! In this article, we'll be taking a look at the five best-selling Drew merchs that you should own today. Whether you're a fan of the popular artist or just looking for some stylish apparel, here's a look at the five best-selling Drew Merchs that are sure to make your wardrobe stand out! 1. Drew Hoodies – Drew Balloon Oversize Hoodies Drew Hoodies are the perfect way to stay comfortable and stylish this season. Oversized and extremely versatile, these hoodies can be worn with just about anything. With a prominent balloon design in the middle of the hoodie, this design looks simple but is extremely harmonious and elegant. It can be combined with almost all the pants even the jeans skirts in your wardrobe. From leggings to jeans, you'll always look put-together while feeling cozy in a Drew Hoodie. Made from a soft cotton blend, Drew Balloon Oversize Hoodie features an oversized fit, drawstring hood, and front pockets. The oversized fit of these hoodies makes them perfect for lounging around the house or running errands on a chilly day. It's the perfect throw-on-and-go piece for those days when you want to be comfortable but still look good.  If you have been a follower of the famous fashion brand "Drew" for a long time, you are not too familiar with this design. Therefore, you should immediately buy yourself this special hoodie for your wardrobe: https://drewmerchandise.shop/product/drew-hoodies-drew-balloon-oversize-hoodies-drew-house-merch-tribute-embroidered-design-2/  2. Drew T-Shirts – Drew Smiley Face Inspired Printed T-shirt T-shirts are one of the most versatile and comfortable pieces of clothing that you can own. They can be dressed up or down, depending on the occasion, and they come in a variety of colors and styles. Drew T-shirts are some of the most stylish and unique T-shirts on the market. Drew Smiley Face Inspired Printed T-shirt is inspired by the iconic smiley face logo. The shirts are made from 100% cotton and are machine washable. Drew T-shirts are the perfect way to show your personality and style. They are also great for gift giving.  Whether you’re looking for a birthday present, holiday gift, or just a way to show someone you care, Drew T-shirts are a great option: https://drewmerchandise.shop/product/drew-t-shirts-funny-drew-smiley-face-inspired-printed-tshirt/  3. Drew Sweatshirts – Roses Garden Printed Sweatshirt Roses Garden Printed Sweatshirt is the perfect gift for the rose lover in your life. This beautiful sweatshirt features a detailed print of roses in full bloom. The colors are eye-catching and vibrant, making this sweatshirt a must-have for any fashion-savvy individual. The material is soft and comfortable, making it ideal for everyday wear. The sweatshirt design is a print of a rose garden on both sides of the shirt front and back. With detailed printing technology on each fabric, we are confident to bring you the most valuable shopping experience ever. Moreover, this design also has the words "Drew" brand name embroidered with prominent yellow thread right on the chest to create a highlight to attract the eyes of the opposite person. With this brand name, you can be more confident in the eyes of people around because this brand name has been concluded for its quality over the years. Whether you're looking for a gift for a special occasion or simply want to treat yourself, this sweatshirt is sure to please: https://drewmerchandise.shop/product/drew-sweatshirts-scribble-crewneck-roses-dr2122/  4. Drew T-Shirts – Justin Bieber drew House Inspired T-Shirt Justin Bieber Drew House Inspired T-Shirt is one of the top selling T-shirts at the Drew Merchandise Store. It has a fairly simple and elegant design with buttery white color, not exactly pure white like the usual colors. This is one of the things that sets this design apart. The T-shirt also features a bold brand

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[ohcanadashop]

3 BEST HOODIES FOR MEN - COMFY & STYLISH || OhCanadaShop

Hoodies are a need to have objects in everybody's wardrobes, with comfort and style the important thing to creating a first-rate hoodie. Represent our excessive requirements and regimented manufacturing system permits for only excessive great clothes to be produced, and that's no different when speaking about our hoodies.

In this blog, we will be showcasing our top Comfy Canadian Hoodies for Sale for men, and discussing how every form of the hoodie was designed to be worn for each style and occasion, and the way you could pair those hoodies with different objects we offer, such are Cargo pants, Denim or Footwear.

BEST BLANK HOODIES

Our Blank range became born in 2020, we tailored it to the challenges of lockdown and created a variety cut loose mainline releases that incorporated essential pieces re-designed and re-imagined in monochromatic palettes which might be relevant to be worn on all events and for any style.

Still the usage of the identical top-rate cotton as our mainline ranges, we introduced Blank Hoodies to offer a flowing cloth dresser of essentials to the market... something this is timeless.

The Blank hoodies are characteristic of a slightly oversized fit in heavyweight jersey cotton. They all have a kangaroo pocket with ribbed hems and cuffs, and function cobras poppers at the hood. Be sure to test out our full variety of men's outsized hoodies.

The hoodie comes in each overhead hooded sweatshirt style and also a zip hoodie, with the classic full zip hoodie featuring premium RiRi zippers.

The hoodie collection started off with standard colorways such as Grey, Vintage Black & Vintage White. From there we've launched many greater colorways appropriate for each season and fashion which we will touch on greater later in the blog.

BEST GRAPHIC HOODIES

Our graphic hoodies are a group we're best known for, our bestselling iconic picture designs have been inspired by antique rock bands and iconic British symbols.

Our Graphics have also led us to have collaborations with rock bands such as Megadeath & Ozzy Osbourne. We used suggestions from old album covers & old antique products offered at their shows lower back in the 80s, and we used our designers to come up with special portraits to be showcased on our clothing, and something at the time which turned into huge in the streetwear style scene.

We have designed products for Machine Gun Kelly, who has been partial to the logo for a terrific few years. After meeting him, our owners decided to make a limited series for his tour, wherein he wore on stage.

We additionally collaboration with the main e-sports company FaZe Clan, this collaboration saw us create a T-shirt & Hoodie featuring our Spirit Angel logo and their iconic FaZe logo.

Our in-residence layout team studies and discover inspiration for those picture designs themselves, and takes months of making plans and instruction to do this. They scour via mythical album covers and antique designs to provide you with the bestselling designs visible on our site today.

Our designs are featured on each of the T-shirts & hoodies, but it's the Hoodies that make them stand out more. The Hoodies use super tender loopback cotton jerseys to create the right oversized fitting hoodie, best for the colder months. The cushy hoodie once more has a kangaroo wallet and cobras poppers similar to our Blanks collection.

Our collection features new designs showcasing iconic animals which include Dobermans, Tigers and Snakes, with our emblem revealed above the designs. These animals constitute our logo ethos and morals, in addition to presenting on preceding iconic CD's and album covers. One of our favourites is the "Horsepower" hoodie, named after the FW21 series itself and presenting a stallion throughout a jet black hoodie.

BEST HOODIES FOR SUMMER

Following on from the fulfillment of our first Blanks launch, we accompanied it up with a few new colourways which are best for summer time season. The new tones have been designed healthy the climate and people summer time season suits all of us need to drag off.

The summer time season tones introduced in a few new antique hues, which include a antique red, antique inexperienced and antique blue. To upload to those hues we additionally brought Taupe and Cream Marl to the Blanks range, giving a complete summer time season tonal palette to fill out that Summer wardrobe.

Made with the identical loopback cotton jersey because the authentic blanks range, the summer time season tones additionally characteristic a tonal embroidered Represent emblem at the chest, some thing new for the series, and to make it conscious its Represent which you are wearing.

The hooded sweatshirts on this summer time season drop once more characteristic the ones kangaroo wallet and in an outsized fit, and once more they arrive in a massive traditional complete zip hoodie.

These antique wash hoodie are the right hoodie to your summer time season style, you could additionally put on it throughout the ones less warm night time or maybe use it as a fitness center hoodie as you get your self in form for that summer time season body.

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