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[joshslater]

Emergency Model

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"Excuse me, what's your shoe size?"

Bewildered I looked around to find the man who asked the random question, like out of that old episode of Monty Python. Off to the side, almost behind me, was a thirty-ish man in polo shirt, jeans, and glasses with plastic rims that looked purposefully selected to make him look like a film director or architect. He looked unsure or stressed. "Eight, eight and a half. Who's asking?"

Immediately he brightened up. "Hello. I'm Ben Atkinson, " he said and extended his hand. "We're making a photo shoot of the supplemental collection of sporting clothes," he continued without waiting for me to shake it. "It's all for the online shop, so simple stuff. White background, a few poses." Tentatively I shook his hand. "Pretty fast rotation of models. Unfortunately one of them has called in sick. You have the right look, but more importantly the right build and size."

"Uhum," I answered, sensing where this was going. It was a Saturday morning, and I was on my way to meet up with some friends at Wayland's Deli.

"This is quite sudden, but we are on a tight deadline. If you're willing to model for us I'll give you twice the normal rate."

"Ok," I said, not waiting to hear what the normal rate was. I'm sure Stuart would not stop giving me grief about it for the rest of the year, but I would technically be a photo model which wouldn't be a negative in Sarah's eyes. Turned out that it would also be double my monthly earnings as well, so maybe I could shut Stuart up as well.

We entered the building, which apparently was an office space that had been taken over for the day for the shoot. There were racks of clothes everywhere, lots of people with iPads tracking what item was where, who should wear it, and in what conference room they should shoot it. It was bustling with activity. After some exchange of information with Ben, and signing papers, I was handed over to a conference room turned makeup and styling studio. Most of the furniture was stacked in one corner and the floor was covered by transparent plastic that had been rolled out. To one side was a table with lots of makeup tools and bottles and stuff I wouldn't know how to use, except maybe the hand mirror and the scissors, and even that I'm not confident with. A pair of strong LED lamps on stands lit a chair placed at the center of the plastic. 

"I'm Julia, pleased to meet you. So you are the last one," said the stylist, carefully surveying me and in particular my face and hair. "We're short on time, so we have to work quickly. Are you ok with a buzz cut and tight fade?" Not what I would have chosen, but it's starting to get warm outside and it's only hair. I'd be back to my current length after the summer. "Sure."

She seated me in the chair and began the work with a corded trimmer, and soon a flurry of detail work with smaller trimmers and some of her tools from the table. Probably took her about ten minutes for the haircut. Then some time with a straight razor blade and a tweezer to pluck and shave all over my face and then arms. I told her that this was all new to me, having literally just been picked from the street. She reassured me that there wasn't much to it. Just be no-nonsense about it. Take whatever the stylist decides, change clothes quickly, do the poses the photographer asks for, and repeat.

"All done," she said and handed me the hand mirror as if I had any say in this. I looked so different than just moments before. The hair was shorter than I've ever had it, with a razor sharp fringe line. The fade on the sides was basically just an inch tall from the head and down the temple, then skin tight down, and presumably the same around the back of the head as well. The total amount of hair I was left with could fit a shot glass. "If you go down the corridor to the break room there is a shower in the bathroom there. Ask Andy outside to let you in. Take a quick rinse to get rid of stray hairs, change into these, put your stuff in one of the plastic boxes there, and come back to me for a final touch-up." She handed me a pair of white briefs and white socks. I hesitated a bit, and she was quick to jump ahead of my thoughts. "Everyone around here are used to see gorgeous bodies without clothes. Act as if it is normal, because to us it is. You can't be self-conscious. Oh, and Andy is the only one with a key, so your valuables are safe." Another boy showed up at the door saying he needed a new application. I told Julia thanks and went to look for Andy.

Andy unlocked the door to the office lunch room for me and I did as Julia had told me. I stripped naked and put everyting, clothes, wallet, phone, keys, shoes, into one of the plastic boxes, wrote my name on it with a whiteboard marker and placed it next to all the other boxes. Eight boxes in total. I went into the bathroom, took a 90 seconds shower, and dried myself off with one of the towels from the pile. I put on the briefs and socks, had Julia apply her things to me, and within ten minutes I was dressed in Nike shoes, joggers, and a fleece hoodie, being ordered by a photographer who didn't have time to introduce himself to look left, turn around, put my hands in my pockets, pull up the hood, sit down on the floor, and on and on. Then out change, and back with the next item.

It was going non-stop since they were behind on my stuff, so I had barely time to talk to anyone. There wasn't any proper lunch break either, just a protein bar together with two of the other models, Mark and Andrew. At first they thought it was funny that I had just been snatched off the street for the shoot, but when I told them how much more money I got they were like "fuck you, go back to work". Well the break was over anyway, so I don't know how serious they were.

It continued with item after item, until I realized I was the only model left. The others had taken off without saying goodbye, not that we had any relation. People were moving things out of the office, and when I asked about the hurry they said there was a firm deadline when they had to be out so the cleaning crew could put everything back to a working office again. I could feel the pressure as it was my item changes that held up everyone. I swapped into a pair of MRKNTN underwear that probably was like half a size too small but decided to just power through with the shoot. As soon as the last photo had been taken, they started to dismantle the light rigs. As I walked back to the lunch room I could see that most of the clothes racks were gone. The makeup room was back to looking like a conference room. I couldn't find Andy anywhere though, and the lunch room with my stuff was still locked. I wanted my stuff for sure, but more importantly I wanted to get out of the underwear that kept squeezing and chafing. I couldn't go more than 30 seconds without having my hands down the joggers to adjust them.

Ben wasn't anywhere to be seen either. I asked one of the remaining people and he said they had all left, working on getting all the stuff back and preparing the "delivery pipeline" for the photos. Probably Andy had checked off everyone from his list, and it was printed before I was recruited. "Just keep the clothes you have on and you can come back here Monday and pick up your stuff," he said.

Fuck.

No point in hanging around any longer. Everyone wanted to leave as soon as possible, so I just left and headed towards the bus stop. It was getting late and with no phone on me I couldn't call home and say what was going on.

Fuck.

I didn't have anything to pay the bus fare with. I could perhaps go back to the office building and see if I could catch anyone exiting, use their phone, and call for someone to pick me up. But there was no telling if and when I would get hold of anyone. Just walking back there would make me miss the next bus, so that would set me back at least an hour. I could just as well ask someone else to use their phone. Or perhaps ask them to cover the bus fare.

That's when I saw them, a little bit further down the street, past the bus stop. Six boys huddled at the corner, talking and messing around as if no one else was around. One had a bike. All of them dressed in the kind of clothes I had spent all day modeling in, track suits, hoodies, trainers. All of them were smoking. I figured I'd have as good a chance with them as with anyone else now, looking the way I looked.

As I was getting closer one of them alerted the others and they had some kind of conversation about me. "Hello, excuse me. Could I borrow money for the bus fare from any of you?" There was a second of silence before a mixed snicker erupted, and one of them answered "No, bruv. I don't think so."

I don't know why, but for some reason I was mortified by how I had been dismissed. I could feel my face turning red, so I quickly turned away from them to make my way back to the bus stop, without any plan of what to do next.

"Oi, bruv!" I heard from behind me. Looking back at them I could see three boys had gotten up and were heading my way. "Callum's grafting down at the barber's for some extra quid and need someone to practice on. What if he can do some practice while we cover the fare and take you home safely? Fair, innit?"

"I barely have any hair," I said and let my hand touch my fresh skin fade, almost shocking myself with how radically different it felt.

"Won't be much of a nick then, bruv."

He was right. There wasn't much he could ruin. I had only a few millimeters of hair so in the worst case scenario I could shave completely and it would be back within the week.

"Good lad. A deal innit."

"Yes," I said, unsure if it was expected. The guy who had spoken and Callum flanked me while the third lad walked behind me, enveloping me with the scent of smoke and body spray. After a silent moment the guy spoke again, introducing himself as Iwan and the third guy as Rob, and asked where I lived. I gave him the bus stop, Hillside Garden North, about 18 minutes ride. Would have been busy during the week, but at weekends there wouldn't be many on the bus.

We didn't have to wait long for the bus to arrive, but instead of entering by the driver they all bunched up again with me in the middle and entered through the exit doors as a single unit. Then they quickly moved to the back of the bus and pushed me into a seat next to Callum, facing Iwan and Rob in the furthest back seat. I half expected the driver to say something over the speakers, but there was barely a delay, if any, before the bus was moving as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I looked at Iwan with perhaps a bit of surprise and he just shrugged as if to say "what did you expect? That the driver would confront us?"

Then he nodded at Callum next to me, backpack in his lap, who answered "Aye" and got up. He placed the bag on the seat and positioned himself right in front of me, one leg on either side of mine, his knees hitting the edge of the seat, and his left hand grabbing the rail behind me. It felt both imposing and intimate. He opened the backpack and rummaged around with his right hand until he found a small trimmer in a zip-lock bag.

He opened it with both hands and threw the plastic bag into the backpack. Then he looked out and waited for the bus to drive on straight and even road before he turned the trimmer on. Then slowly he moved it in an arched line from my temple and along the side of my head until he reached the neck. Then he studied for a few seconds before he made a few additional buzzes along the same line.

"Not bad, innit?" he said while shifting his body so Iwan and Rob could see. "Fucking mint, mate," Iwan answered.

Then he turned on the trimmer again and unexpectedly extended the line by buzzing my eyebrow for a few seconds. I hadn't even considered my eyebrows. Callum reached into his backpack again to put the trimmer in the zip-lock, but without moving his feet so his body pressed even closer to me. While I couldn't see much, I could certainly feel his body spray filling my nostrils while I felt my eyebrows with my fingers. I guess there would be a lot to explain to mother anyway, so this would just be yet another detail.

I could just see it for a fraction of a second. It looked like a small glue gun in off-white plastic. Then before I could realize what it was it was pressed against my ear, it made a snapping sound, and I felt a sharp pain. "What the!" I said, more in surprise than pain.

"18G piercing. Hurts more, heals slower, but much better," Callum offered, as if it was the type of piercing that was in question, not that he had done it at all. He reloaded the piercing gun and I struggled with what to do. Just take it like the first one? Why should I? But then one piercing was the real threshold. Once you pass that, two is if anything better than one. This would soon be over anyway.

He was just as quick with the second one as the first one. "These need to stay in 30 days, you hear me?" he said, still standing essentially on top of me. "Yes, I understand," I said with a sinking feeling of all the implications. He put the gun back into the bag and went searching for something again. Finally he pulled out some sort of pliers, then held my earlobe with one hand while doing something with the pliers with the other. "Making sure they don't fall off," he explained before sitting down again on his seat. I could see Iwan and Rob again, and booth looked pleased. Iwan looked absolutely chuffed. "Fucking proper, innit" he said and pat me hard on the shoulder. "Fucking proper."

After than Iwan opened up and started to ask me all kinds of questions, starting with my name, which I realized I hadn't given him when he presented everyone. I was soon giving the highlights of the day as a photo model until we arrived my stop. To my surprise everyone got off with me. "Said we would take you home safe." We continued to chat all the way home and it turned out me Iwan and Rob had the same taste in electronic music while Callum was more of a rock guy.

"Ok, this is my stop," I said once we reached my house. "Meet us Monday, same time and place," Iwan said. "What?" "You owe us £2 for the bus, bruv." "But..." "You going back on our deal?" "No, I'll come by." "And wear the same clothes. Underwear too." "No! I have classes." "You'll figure it out, bruv." Callum opened his backpack again and tossed something to Iwan. "And use this," he said and handed over a can of Lynx Jungle body spray. "What if I don't? What if I don't do any of that?" "Where you live isn't a secret, innit? See you Monday, bruv."

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The Key To Your Heart - Track 10

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Alluding to sexual scenarios. Kissing. Panic/Anxiety Attack. Fat shaming, name calling. Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f). Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 6.6k

Series List: Here!

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Hi!!!! Once again I want to apologize for taking so long with this. I can't seem to ever stay awake to do anything. That being said, here it is! This is the last main chapter of our little lovebirds. There will be at least one, likely two bonus tracks coming soon though :) Also there's a smidge of Spanish in here from Pedro, but the translation is included in the end of the sentence. I took some Spanish classes back in the day but I don't speak it and had to use Google translate. So if it ISN'T right and you do speak Spanish, please let me know lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy these little cuties on their first date. There's a lot, a lot, a lot of kissing in here (sorry...) and overall they're just grossly in love lol. Please let me know what you think, and if you've seriously read this far, I LOVE YOU! This is my first series, and honestly my first fic other than the one I wrote in my diary lmao. Like the reader, I am incredibly inexperienced so writing a relationship has been a bit of a challenge and half the time I don't believe the actual words I'm writing. But I really only started writing it as a way to write down my daydreams :) So to have support means the world to me, and hearing people comment/DM me saying how much they relate has meant so much and makes me feel a lot less alone, because ultimately, it doesn't matter how fictional it is, most of reader's feelings are my own. To anyone else in the same boat, I get you! Hang in there. I think there's a Pedro out there for us all. Someday. Anywho, pardon my ramble. Thank you for reading, I hope you like it. ❤

The next morning, you woke up and stretched your limbs, rolling over in your comfortable bed as the sunshine poured in through the window. At the shuffling of your body, Skipper groaned, wiggling a little in bed, nearly shoving you off the edge. You reached for your phone, blinking through your sleep a couple times before seeing a text from Pedro. “Good morning beautiful! I can't wait for our date today. I was thinking maybe we could start around 2:30 and spend the day together, if you'd like. But if that's too much, we can just make it a dinner date. Up to you which you would prefer. I understand either way. Love you ❤️”

He wants to spend the whole day with me!? And he sent me a good morning text and called me beautiful? Then signed it with a heart and love you?!!!! How did I get this man?

Your grin eclipsed your face, making you squint. If Mr. Grumpybutt weren't sharing the bed with you, you'd probably squeal and kick your feet. Tapping your phone screen, you typed out a reply. “Morning handsome ❤️ I would love nothing more than to spend the day with you. I love you too!” You sent the message before crawling out of bed gently, receiving a dirty look from Skip. 

“Alright Grump. Go back to bed. Geez,” you laughed. If looks could kill, you thought. He turned back on his side, letting out a grumble and sigh, resulting in a laugh from you. Acts like he pays rent and works 40 hours a week…

You took a relaxing shower, making sure to be all nice and fresh for your date with the man of your dreams. While brushing your teeth, you noticed he had replied. “Great, I can't wait. I'll be at your place at 2:30. :)”

“Can't wait to see you. What do you have planned? I'm wondering how to dress.”

“Wear whatever you feel good in, baby. I'm sure you'll look amazing. Probably something casual you can walk around comfortably in for the day. Maybe something a little dressier for the evening, but you don't need to carry it around. We will make a stop at your place before and you can change”

Wow he really has this planned out.

“What have you got planned, P? This sounds elaborate. You know you don't need to put in all that effort, I'm already yours ❤️”

“You deserve the world, my love.”

Dressed in a pair of leggings and a light sweater, you felt reasonably cute while still being comfortable for whatever activity Pedro had in mind. Plus, with the crisp November air, you would be nice and warm. You were just finishing tying your sneakers when your doorbell rang. 

You opened the door to find your handsome boyfriend standing on your step, a bouquet of red roses in his hand. “Mi amor,” he handed you the roses, kissing your cheek and hand. “Thank you Pedro,” your cheeks heated. “Come in,” you pulled his hand across the doorway towards the living room. Skipper pushed past you to investigate, causing Pedro to drop your hand.

“Well there he is! That handsome boy!” Skipper’s tail wagged and his butt wiggled as Pedro crouched to give ear scratches. “Oh, I love you too,” Pedro answered when Skip kissed his face frantically. A fit of giggles erupted from Pedro, making your heart swell with joy. He has the cutest laugh, and the fact that your dog is causing it was surreal. 

“You're just a beautiful boy! Aren't you?! Hermoso, igual que tu mamá,” he held Skipper’s face, kissing his nose. (Beautiful, just like your mama)

Your chest was filled with butterflies. Holy shit, he's charming. “Thank you, Pedro,” you said in a whisper, not even sure if he would hear. Turning his head from your dog, Pedro looked up at you, giving you a gentle smile; but the eye contact was quickly torn away when Skipper pressed a needy paw to Pedro's chest. Both of you now giggling, Pedro continued to pet Skipper, stopping to give him a hug and some more nose kisses.

“Alright. I gotta ask…” you prompted, causing Pedro to turn his head towards you again. “Are you just dating me to hang out with my dog?” You smirked.

Pedro turned back to Skipper, speaking in a low voice. “She's catching on to us buddy. We've been made.” You burst out laughing, Skipper looking over at you as if his plan really had been foiled.

Pedro gave a final pat on Skipper’s head before standing and walking over to you. “Nonsense,” he pecked a kiss to your lips. “I do love that sweet boy of yours,” he replied before turning his face to whisper in your ear. “But I'm absolutely enamored with you, Mamacita.” The hair on your neck stood as a chill rushed down your spine. You bit your lower lip, and he stared back into your eyes, leaning in for a passionate kiss. 

“You look beautiful,” he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“You look rather handsome, yourself,” you replied. His hair was brushed back and to the side, his curls neatly swept and threatening to break free around his face. You wondered whether he asked for help to make his hair look extra nice for your date or if he styled it himself.

Running your fingertips over his patched salt and pepper beard, your hands found the small heart shaped patches near his chin. You brushed your thumb over his jaw before leaning in to press a kiss on the bare skin, causing his eyes to close as he let out a sigh. The whiskers tickled your cheeks as you continued kissing up his jawline, back across his cheek, and on his nose before pulling away to look into his eyes.

He opted to not wear glasses today, allowing you a closer look into his deep brown eyes which were softening under your gaze. “You ready to go, baby?” He asked you, his hand on your hip as he rubbed circles with his thumb.

“Absolutely,” you smiled. He wore a pair of dark jeans, tennis shoes, and a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearm. He looked absolutely… incredible.

While you were grabbing your bag, he grabbed Skipper's leash. “Is Skipper coming too?” You asked, confused.

Skipper was twirling now, impatient to go somewhere.

“Sure is! Couldn't leave him out. But don't worry, you and I will have the night to ourselves,” he winked.

You looked downward, feeling shy and flushed. “Okay,” you giggled, clipping Skip to his leash and heading for the door.

“Do you want to take my car? You'll get dog hair and slobber in yours,” you offer.

“I don't mind! I love dogs,” Pedro replied, opening the door for Skipper to climb in the back seat. After closing the door, he opened the passenger door for you. Such a gentleman, you thought with a sigh, getting in and thanking him. 

As the car sped along, you looked over at your boyfriend driving the car. Boyfriend! That'll never get old… you thought to yourself. The air conditioning blew the few loose strands of hair on the top of his head, and his left hand gripped the wheel, making the veins on his hand prominent. With his right hand, he reached over, holding your left in his, resting on top of your thigh. 

He really did look beautiful. You couldn't help but stare at him as he expertly drove the car, hand flexing as he turned the wheel. His mouth pursed and he licked his lips, his tongue slowly jutting out to wet them. 

Damn, I want those lips on mine. That tongue in my mouth, you thought, feeling rather warm, despite the air conditioning swirling around the car.

“So where are we spending the day?” You asked, trying to quiet the flames of attraction licking at your pulse.

“It's a surprise! But we're almost there,” he answered, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand.

Pedro looked in the side mirror and laughed. “Babe, look at Skipper.”

You looked to see him with his head out the window, ears and lips blown back with the wind, his tongue lolled out to the side and blowing with the speed of the vehicle.

You both chuckled before you warned him, “your car is going to be covered in slobbers, Pedro!” He gave another quick look to Skipper before replying. “That's okay. It'll help me remember this day until I wash it again,” he looked over at you and smiled. It felt so natural. So… domestic, the two of you sitting in the car, going on a date, him holding your hand while driving, and the two of you laughing at your dog in the back seat. It was just perfect. Everything you dreamed.

He wasn't joking when he said you were almost there. It was only about five more minutes until the car pulled into the parking lot of the dog-friendly beach. 

Stepping out of the vehicle, you took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar smell of salty sea air and hearing the chatter of gulls. The breeze blew your hair gently, but the day was relatively warm for November.

After the three of you exited the car, Pedro opened the trunk, pulling out a large picnic basket and tote bag. “You really came prepared, didn't you? Pedro, this is really special. Thank you.” Your eyes felt teary and the smile you held was genuine. Nobody has ever put this much effort into anything for you. Other than him.

“You don't need to thank me. I want you to be happy and I want the three of us to have a nice day,” he added, pecking your lips.

“Wait.. Pedro,” you frowned. “It looks kind of crowded. Should I be nervous about paparazzi or anything?” Your stomach bubbled with nervous energy.

“Don't worry, sweetheart. Celebs come here all the time. I've come here before. If they do, they might take pictures, but usually it's pretty low-key here. Try not to worry too much. I want you to have a nice time,” he squeezed your hand affectionately.

“Okay. I trust you,” you smiled at him as the three of you walked towards the sand, finding a nice place to picnic. Pedro unpacked, laying down a large blanket before setting up the spread of sandwiches, veggies, and fruit. He offered you a cold drink from the basket and the two of you sat, using a metal stake to secure Skipper’s leash near your blanket. He flopped onto his side, content to be sunbathing with some of his favorite people.

The lunch consisted of peaceful conversations and laughter, learning more about each other despite having talked for several months now. It seemed you could never run out of conversation topics. But even in the quiet moments, it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt relaxing. You were both content being able to sit together in silence and just enjoy each other's company.

After your meal, you packed up the basket and headed for the car again to put the things away, opting for a walk unburdened by carrying items across the sand. Neither of you brought a swimsuit today, but despite the California sun, it was still November, and the Pacific ocean was never really warm, even in the middle of summer. That didn't seem to bother Skipper very much though. As the two of you walked hand in hand near the water, barefoot in the wet sand, he ran laps around Pedro holding him on the leash, occasionally splashing through the shallow water before joining close by his family again.

He would definitely need a bath later, but you didn't mind. He was happy splashing around, having a great day. You were happy walking with the man of your dreams, fingers intertwined together. Everything felt right. You weren't even nervous, despite the way Pedro looked like the most handsome man you've ever seen, or the fact that he was famous, and that you occasionally received stares from other beach goers. Instead of the usual first-date nerves people get, you just felt love.

“So,” he started excitedly, “Obviously I have most of this date planned, but I also wanted to check in with you and see if you had anything particular in mind that you wanted to do together.”

You thought for a second, letting a memory burn into your thoughts. “Well,” you began, "I don't want to sound like a total creepy fan or anything...” you added, cautiously. You kinda were, with all the photos of him you had saved on your phone (prior to deleting them before your first meeting in person). But that's not important right now, and he probably doesn't need to know that. Maybe it can be a funny story later.

Pedro laughed, that cute little wheezy laugh he does with his giant smile that makes your stomach do somersaults. Those same somersaults you've been getting since you first saw that smile on the screen and knew you were absolutely screwed until you got over this crush. Or, unexpectedly, when you walked hand-in-hand with him, like you were now.

“But…?” he pondered, looking down at you sideways, with a playful smirk and those big brown eyes that could make you lose your mind. They absolutely glittered in the sunlight right now, reflecting all the joy and love he felt for you.

“Okay maybe I'm a little creepy…” you nudged him with your side, still gripping his hand in yours as the two of you walked peacefully. The beach was crowded, but you and him, and Skipper, were the only ones here as far as either of you were concerned. There could be a loud scream and it wouldn't compare to the squealing in your mind. A firework show would simply feel like a projection of your sparks. A tornado couldn't sweep you off your feet as well as he could. 

“Is this where you tell me you've been watching me sleep through my window for the past three years or something?” He raised an eyebrow, playful smile still on his face as he licked his lips.

“What?” You squeaked, laughing. “No. I mean… I did have some pictures saved of you, and have maybe read a fictional story or two about you and your characters…” or a few thousand, you thought.

You cringed. Why the fuck did I say that out loud?!

Your cheeks felt hot and you diverted your eyes away from the man beside you, a nervous grimace painted across your mouth. He barked out a laugh, pulling you into his side for a hug. “Baby, you're cute. I don't mind that you used to read those. I don't even mind if you still do. No different than a book, right? Maybe it'll give us some fun date ideas.” He rested his head on top of yours innocently.

Oh, if only he knew the things you read.

“Right. Fun date ideas,” you smirked to yourself. He pulled away to look at you, eyebrow raising playfully.

“Sweetheart,” he interrogated in the same tone you use when Skipper steals a sock from the laundry, “what kind of stories are you reading about me and my characters, huh?” He lifted your chin to meet his eyes. You'd feel nervous from his tone if he didn't flash a smug, knowing grin at you.

“Oh, you know…” you shrugged. “Just the typical romance stuff,” you turned, facing him and resting your hand on his chest, tracing a circle over his heart with your finger. You felt his pulse pick up under your touch, and saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.

“What kind of thoughts are going through that pretty head of yours?” He asked, raising his brow while you continued tracing little hearts into his shirt with your index finger.

“Wouldn't you like to know?” You winked before removing your hand from his chest. Starting to walk away, you continued your earlier statement. “Anyway, as I was saying-”

“Oh, no you don’t,” he interrupted, laughing. “Don't think you're getting out of this conversation that easy,” he gently pulled your forearm, stopping your movement and sending you twirling into his arms once again.

“Maybe someday I'll tell you,” you giggled, booping his nose. 

“Someday? Why not tell me now?” He ran his thumb over your lip, eyes drifting down quickly before returning to your eyes.

“I'll show you the fanfics I read about you when I know you're stuck with me and you aren't going to run for the hills,” you laughed nervously, only partially joking.

His playful demeanor vanished before your eyes, turning into a look of… concern? Oh no. This is it. Where he realizes what a mistake he made. Where he says he doesn't want to be together. Where he breaks my heart.

He gently held your arm, rubbing soft strokes. “Honey. What are you talking about?” His soft brown eyes searched your face. You gulped, not wanting to make eye contact, but he again pulled your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “I…” you floundered for the words. “I don't want to scare you away.”

“Why would I be scared away?” he asked in almost a whisper, concern and sadness lacing his features.

“Because I just had this huge, huge crush on you. So, I read fanfics and I saved all your photos and I watched all your movies. I spent more time on social media looking for updates on you. Just so I could see you, or imagine what being with you would feel like. Like a total crazy person. An absolute psycho creeper.”

“Baby…” he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “You aren't any of those things. I actually think that’s kind of sweet. Although, it makes me a little sad thinking about the pain you must have felt, having these strong feelings and not having found each other yet.” He brushed your hair out of your face, settling his other hand on your waist before continuing.

“Feelings make us feel a little crazy sometimes, and although I never read fanfiction about you, or had any pictures to save, I would be lying if I said I didn't take a screenshot of us that first night you showed me your face.” He rubbed his neck bashfully.

Fanfic about me? What? If that even exists, I gotta see what people are saying…

“You did?” His admission surprised you, to say the least. He sighed before answering. “Yes. I had - have,” he corrected himself, “a pretty big crush on you too, baby. But I felt like I was betraying you in a way, taking a picture of you during our video chat. I just wanted to remember your face if I never saw it again,” he sighed.

“I fell in love with you the first time I heard your song... I heard you sing about your feelings and daydreams. So… you admitting about fanfiction and pictures isn't all that surprising.” You lowered your eyes in embarrassment.

“Hey, look at me.” He stroked your cheek. You looked up and he continued. “I took that picture because I had already fallen so head-over-heels for you that the first time I saw your face, I stopped breathing. Although I knew I wouldn't be able to get the image of you out of my mind, I couldn't risk forgetting the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life.”

You dropped your gaze again, cheeks feeling a permanent state of warmth and butterflies dancing from your stomach to your chest. “You don't honestly mean that, Pedro.” You sighed. “I appreciate it, but there's no way. I really don't know what you could ever see in someone like me,” you whispered, barely audible. If you weren't standing so close, he would've missed it.

Instead of responding, he dropped his arms from your body. At the loss of contact, your heart sank. But when you lifted your head to meet his eyes, he was fishing around his pocket for his phone. Calling an Uber to leave? Your self-doubt pestered.

A few taps to his screen later and he held up his phone. There you were, sitting at your table in your favorite dress, with your favorite food and flowers on the table. You had the biggest smile on your face and in the bottom corner, you could see Pedro looking handsome as always, and absolutely smitten with you, the largest grin painted across his features.

At the sight of the image, your heart warmed. “See what you mean to me?” He asked, putting his phone back into his pocket. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you,” you choked out, leaning forward to mold your lips to his. They fit together perfectly. Like they were made for each other. He pressed back before opening his mouth ever so slightly to lick at your lips. Matching his movements, your tongues met, dancing a waltz in exploration as he pulled you forward by your lower back, seeming as if trying to get as close as possible somehow.

As the two of you paused for air, he ran his hand further down your back, just barely grazing the dip of your spine where your torso meets your butt. He gave you a look, almost to determine your reaction, asking permission to let his hand continue. When you didn't back away, going as far as pulling him closer around his neck and leaning in for another kiss, he pressed his lips against yours in return and let his hands wander a little further down. When his hand wrapped around the cheek of your ass, you squeaked. This is new… and I like it, you thought. His whole hand fit across your cheek. His huge hands. You whimpered as he gave a squeeze, like he was claiming you as his own.

“I love you too.” He finally responded, pulling out of the kiss to search your eyes. “So tell me… what was this activity you wanted to add to our date? The one you fear makes you sound like a creepy fan?” He let out a small laugh, brushing your nose with his.

“This,” you replied, pressing another kiss.

“Kissing?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over your waist and resting his forehead to yours. “I think we've already been doing that, if I'm not mistaken.” He pecked your lips with his.

“Yes,” you kissed. “Well,” kiss. “Actually,” you pulled away enough to explain. “I read this interview you gave a few years ago about your ideal first date?”

“Yeah?”

“You said something about ‘a date that doesn't feel like a date. And

hopefully by the end, or throughout, very

good kissing.” You said, slightly cautious at your memorization, a bit nervous at the implication of what you're saying.

“Oh, is that what you want?” He flashed his eyes up to look at you, giving a devilish smirk. 

“Well, as someone who hadn't been kissed yet when I read it, I sorta lost my mind over it,” you laughed. “Obviously we've kissed before, but if it were up to me your lips would never leave mine,” you pressed your lips to his again.

“I think we should be able to make that happen,” he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours before pulling you in for another kiss. “Mmmm” you sighed, pulling away from his lips. “Never gets old.” You held his hand in yours, the two of you walking again down the beach.

“So I was thinking,” he began, “since you said you deleted all your photos, and I only have the one, maybe we could make some new photos… together,” the corner of his mouth turned up into a crooked smile. You grinned and nodded excitedly. “Please!”

Pulling out his phone, the two of you took several photos together. Some just smiling, some with Skipper, and your personal favorites, the ones with him kissing you. This will make for a perfect lockscreen, you imagined.

As you approached the edge of a rocky cliffside at the end of the beach, a sea lion barked in the distance. Skipper perked up, tilting his head and letting his ears twitch before returning a “boof.” The two of you laughed, ushering your dog away from making any wild ocean friends, and headed towards the boardwalk.

After grabbing an ice cream at a candy shop, you were so deep in conversation and laughter that you didn't notice the girl off to the side looking nervous. Slowly she walked over. Skipper put up his guard, but as she approached, she gave a kind wave. “Hi… I'm sorry to bother you. I'm a big fan of you both.”

“Us… both?!” You responded, surprised. Pedro shook his head with a laugh before thanking the fan.

“Of course! Your music is amazing! I listen to it on my way home from work everyday. I relate to so many of your songs.”

“Wow, thank you so much. I never expected to be recognized. You're so kind,” you replied honestly.

She asked for a photo with you both, and after obliging, she mentioned before leaving, “by the way, I was following all the news that went down. I just want to say I think it's cute how you guys got together and you make a really cute couple. Okay bye! Thank you again!!” And with that, she scurried away, leaving you to look at Pedro in surprise. “Wow” you replied with a laugh. “I can't believe I'm getting recognized,” you spoke quietly.

“How do you feel about it?” Pedro asked cautiously.

“I feel… okay, so far. This was a nice interaction, and even though people keep looking at us… being able to be out in public with you, to show my face, kiss you, hug you, hold your hand,” you gave his hand a squeeze, “it makes it all worth it.”

“I couldn't agree more,” he looked into your eyes, giving a soft smile. You matched his expression before his face slowly faded into concern. “Do you think work will go okay for you? Now that it's out there?”

You took a deep breath, walking a few more steps with him down the boardwalk before replying. “I don't know. I guess so. Or… I hope so at least. I've had a few of my friends and coworkers message me kind words of encouragement. So at least I'll have some people on my side, even if anyone else has something to say. But really, they shouldn't. They already know me. They knew I liked you,” you leaned into him. “So they should be happy for me if anything. And if not, then… well, they didn't deserve to be my friend anyway,” you shrugged. “But I think I might take some time off to figure out everything, career wise,” you added. Still leaning into his side, Pedro unlatched his fingers from yours, opting to reach his arm around you, giving your shoulder a squeeze and rubbing soft circles into your upper arm.

“Baby,” Pedro began, his voice vibrating through your body as he leaned his head on yours, “I’m so proud of you. Have I told you how strong I think you are?” Your cheeks warmed and you grinned. “Thank you Pedro,” you wrapped your arms around his waist to hug him. “But I don't think I'm that strong. I struggle to open pickle jars just like the rest of us,” you joked.

Pedro gave a quiet snort. “You know what I mean, honey,” he laughed. “I don't mean physical strength. Though I'm sure you could hold your own in an arm wrestle, I mean your ability to handle all of this thrown at you so quickly. Your ability to adapt and stay cheerful about everything. You just keep continuing to amaze me,” he pulled his head away from yours to meet your gaze. He smiled softly and you thanked him.

“I don't feel very strong,” you mumbled, breaking away from his stare. “You are, though. You're strong, smart, beautiful. Talented. Passionate,” he kissed your lips.

“Pedro, I love you, but you always seem to use all these words I don't feel. You see me as someone completely different than the way I've always seen myself. I want to believe you, but-” you sighed. “No one else has ever shown any indication that those are true,” you pouted, trying not to tear up.

“Hey, hey, whoa. Stop,” he halted your movements, pulling your chin up to his face. “Maybe they didn't see you, but I do. I feel all those things about you, and I'll spend every single day trying to prove it. I told myself I wouldn't get involved in romance a long time ago. But you changed all that.”

His chocolate brown eyes felt like they looked directly into your soul as he attempted to unravel your self-doubt. With a deep breath, you calmed enough to reply. “I love you, and I feel all those things for you as well. I'm glad you opened yourself up to love again.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “I'm glad I met you” you sucked his lip. “I'm glad you're mine.” You kissed him again, deepening it, letting your tongue press gently to his and tangling together in passion before pulling away. 

Skipper had completely rolled into his side in wait for you both, between the conversation and the kissing. When the two of you broke away with matching grins, you looked over to see the sun had sunk down to the border between sky and ocean. In its wake was a bright orange sky, with pink, purple, and yellow streaks mixed in, as if a painter had gotten a bit too carried away with the paints. It was blindingly beautiful. 

Drawn to it like moths, the three of you walked towards the shoreline once again. You started to sit, but Pedro pulled you into his chest and fished for his phone. 

You gave him a confused look before he kissed you deeply and held out his arm. Unlatching his lips from yours with a pop, he held up his phone to you with a smile. In front of the vibrant ocean sunset, the silhouette of a couple shared a loving kiss. For once, it was you in this couple photo. You and the man you love.

You walked a little farther down the sand before sitting down just above the line of wet sand to admire the sunset. Pedro sat behind you, his legs on either side of you while you lay back into his chest. As you leaned into him, he hugged around your body, molding himself to you and tracing light circles into the skin on your arms, making the hairs stand on end and a shiver to run down your spine. 

Skipper flopped down nearby, clearly sleepy after a long walk and plenty of new smells. You ran a gentle hand down his back until you heard soft snores, then let him sleep, leaning your head on Pedro’s arm around your shoulder. “This sunset is beautiful,” you sighed, watching as the sun descended further below the ocean. It looked as if it was sinking deep below the surface, offering its light to the deep sea anglerfish miles below.

“It is amazing,” Pedro agreed, staring at you. “But my view is even better,” he added, and you could feel his eyes on the side of your face as he kissed your shoulder. You looked over at him, meeting his eyes, now sparkling with the orange of the sky. “Mine too,” you whispered, tilting your head to press another kiss to his lips.

When the sun went down completely, you headed to the car and Pedro drove back to your place so you could get ready for dinner. 

Pedro sat on the couch patiently, stroking the fur on Skip’s back while he snoozed, his head in Pedro's lap. In your bedroom, you searched for the perfect outfit to wear, finally deciding on a nice dress and sweater.

Hopefully the restaurant isn't too cold, you thought.

Walking out of the bedroom, you joined your boys in the living room, only to be greeted by Pedro’s jaw hitting the floor. “Te ves tan hermosa mi amor,” he stuttered in Spanish, flipping languages so easily when he was overcome with emotion. (You look so gorgeous my love.)

He gently stood, sliding out from below your dog, before walking over to you. His eyes scanned your body from head to toe and back up again, making you feel nervous. “You… you look… wow.” He rubbed his hand over his chin, his thumb grazing his lip. His pupils grew, making his eyes ever-so-slightly darker. You shivered under his gaze.

At your shiver, his demeanor shifted. “Shit, are you cold? Baby, you look incredible, but if you're cold -” 

“I'm not cold, Pedro,” you interrupted.

“Are you sure? I saw you shiver.” He stepped towards you, touching your arm. A buzz crept under your skin like a live wire. “It wasn't from the cold…” you replied.

“It wasn't from-?” He paused, the realization hitting him as he understood your shiver wasn't from cold but frankly.. the opposite. “Oh,” he hummed, settling his hand on your hip and stepping closer.

Another chill.

“Feeling excited for our date, huh?” His voice caressed into your ear as he kissed his way down your neck, pausing to take gentle nibbles on the skin of your collarbone, neck, and chin, before pulling you in by your waist to press a deep kiss to your mouth, his tongue finding yours. 

This was starting to feel natural, kissing. And you two were getting good at it together. Knowing just the way his tongue moved, finding just the spot to make you whine. You even managed to find a spot of him that made a groan slip from his lips nearly every time. Kissing him was addicting, and you had no intention of kicking the habit.

He pulled away, pulling your lip with his teeth as you let out a slight hiss. “I'd love to do this all night, but I promised you dinner, my love,” he kissed your cheek, his beard scratching your face just right. You sighed, agreeing to dinner and taking a minute step back. It felt much warmer in the room than before, and you could tell he felt the same. As your eyes drifted across his body, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, clearing his throat. Slowly sweeping his eyes down his body, it was evident you both wanted something beyond dinner.

But the gentleman he is, Pedro stepped forward again, taking your hand and leading you toward the door. 

Pulling up to the curb, Pedro opened your door for you before handing his keys to the valet. Linking his arm with yours, the two of you walked into an elegant Italian restaurant. He gave the waitress his name, and she led you back to a secluded room where a single booth sat.

The room was dimly lit, illuminated by candles and twinkling fairy lights. They lined the ceiling, mimicking the starry sky, were it not for the smog of the city. You two walked toward the only booth, settled against the nook of a window, draped with a soft, thin white curtain covering the view from outside. Only the reflection of street lights peered through the thin drapery.

Sliding into the booth, Pedro sat next to you, close enough to touch, yet due to the curve of the corner booth, you were able to converse without craning your neck awkwardly. At the center of the table was a single red rose in a vase, sat next to the glow of a candle. The table itself was rounded and draped with an elegant dark red tablecloth.

Grabbing the triangular folded napkin off your plate, you folded it across your lap, Pedro doing the same. He reached over to you, taking your hand in his. He rolled his hand over the top of yours, linking his fingers between your own and giving a gentle squeeze while offering a soft smile. 

You looked into his eyes, searching for the words he might be thinking. In his eyes you only found love and appreciation, pure happiness oozing from his features. When the waitress came back, she set a basket of bread with butter on the table and took your orders. 

The night went smoothly, chatter filling the empty spaces while you enjoyed your meals. “Pedro, I know this is technically our first date, but I gotta say, I think I consider our video chat for my album as the first date. It was the first time I felt like I might actually have a shot with you. You put so much effort into that night and it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me. I didn't know I could fall for you any harder than I was, but you proved me wrong. And even though we didn't say it was a date, and I didn't have much experience before you, it felt more like a date than anything I had ever felt before. You're a real romantic, P.” 

He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “That felt like the first date to me too. I knew for sure that I loved you that night.” Your cheeks heated, and you leaned your head on his shoulder. 

It was only when the bill arrived that you broke apart. Though you offered to pay, at least for your meal, Pedro wouldn't stand for that. After all, he told you, this date was his idea. So instead, you thanked him and left the restaurant the same way you entered, arms linked.

As Pedro pulled up outside of your home, you let out a sigh. It was already after 9 PM. You had spent nearly eight hours together and yet you dreaded the moment you'd be saying goodbye. It was almost that time already, yet it felt like only five minutes had passed.

Though the walk from Pedro’s car to your front door was rather short, you both managed to prolong it, walking as slow as possible. Clearly he wasn't ready for it to end either. Two love sick fools, just wanting to spend every moment together.

Teetering on the edge of goodbyes, you awkwardly stood by your door. There were no nerves at a first kiss, fortunately. There had been plenty of kisses shared today, and yesterday, and the day prior. In fact, if it weren't for breathing, eating, and other bodily functions, you'd be fine having your lips glued to his indefinitely.

So with that in mind, and the burning desire to spend more time together, as he said goodbye, placing a kiss to your lips and beginning to walk away, you grabbed his arm. “Wait,” you plead.

Pedro turned, looking at you as if you had something to say, or you had forgotten a sweater in the car. But instead, with your heart pounding in your ears, you quietly asked, “would you like to come in? I’m not quite ready to say goodbye.”

The question could be taken with so many potential implications, or none at all. All you knew for sure was that you wanted to spend more time with him. What happened next could be decided in the moment.

His eyes flashed surprise for a moment. He looked at you, trying to read your face for any details in your question, then stared at your front door before turning back to you and finally answering.

“I would love to,” he smiled.

And so the two of you walked through the threshold of your front door, buzzing with new possibilities just inside. But no matter how the rest of the evening takes place, you were in love, and for once, you were loved back.

The end! Thank you for reading! Stay tuned for the bonus tracks, and once again I'd love to hear what you think! Reblogs are appreciated as well :)

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[yankstrash]

october 13

boston colleges first home game of the season

three days since gabe and amelias third date

and their first kiss

it had been on gabes mind to invite her to the game, but he didn't want to pressure her

there is no pressure.

you've kissed her.

and been out multiple times.

and already have a fourth date planned.

but alas, he did not ask her to come to the game.

so imagine his surprise when he looks up during warm ups and sees her in the stands

he had never done such a hard double take in his life

he saw her.

and she knew he saw her.

amelia was bumped in the ribs by her friend standing next to her

"he sees you." she whispers in her ear

amelia rolls her eyes but can't fight the smile

"i can't believe i let you drag me to this game. he's probably going to think i'm stalking him or something." amelia says

her friend gives her the most 'are you serious?' look she's ever received and says, "stalking him? really?? after what he did to get you to go out with him? showing up at your job until you said yes? i mean don't get me wrong, romantic and honestly hot as hell, but you should not be worried about him thinking you're a stalker, meel. i'm sure he's flattered."

and flattered he was.

gabe couldn't wipe the grin off his face after he saw her

she was at his game.

without him asking her to come.

was she here to see him?

well, who else would she be here to see.

or maybe she wasn't here for anyone at all?

she does like hockey.

ish..

maybe she just wants to support her school

..or maybe she is here to see him...

~

throughout the game, gabe tried his absolute hardest not to look up at her

because everytime he did, his mind wandered and his dopy grin broke out

he just needed to see her.

the game did not start the way bc was hoping for but it sure did end that way with a 4-2 win over long island

as soon as the teams were done shaking hands, gabe was bolting to the locker room

no one even had time to question his sudden burst of speed as he whipped past everyone and raced to his stall

he pulled his phone from his hockey bag

from: gabe

"you should meet me by the locker rooms."

luckily, his text was sent just in time.

amelia and her friends were just standing up to leave when the text came through

immediately, they all knew who it was.

"that was quick!" one of them grinned

amelia bit her lip as her mouth tugged up as she read his message

she looked up to see all her friends smirking at her

"go see him." one of them said, giving her a little shove

"but-"

"GO!"

"GO GO GO!"

"meel you better get your butt down there and see that boy."

she had no choice now.

"go tell him good game and we will see you later."

amelia slowly nodded her head, letting her legs move for her

by herself, she slowly made her way down by the locker rooms

after waiting for a few moments, players finally started to trickle out

her heart sped up as more and more guys filed out

"this is a bad idea. he is going to think i'm so weird." she thought to herself

but really, who is the weird one here? this was basically what he did to her. except only now, no one will be turned away with a rejection.

finally, gabe appeared in her eye sight

and holy hell, he looked good..

so good...

he was dressed in a navy blue plaid suit with a white button down underneath

her mouth opened slightly at the sight of him in his game day outfit

she swallowed, pushing herself off the wall she was leaning on and walking towards him

"what a nice surprise" he says as he reaches her

his arms went around to her back, pulling her in to his chest

"came to see me play?!" he asks, grinning widely

hereee we go.

amelia pulls back a bit and shrugs

"my friends dragged me" she tries to sound casual

"yeah? you didn't come to see me play, hmm? you could just tell me you wanted to see me play." he says

she smiles and playfully rolls her eyes

"it was just a bonus" she says

"mmhmm, sure it was"

she looks up at him and shakes her head

"good game though"

he smiles at her compliment

"thank you. saw you cheering up in the stands"

the grin still hasn't left his face.

she shrugs, "i can get into hockey games when i want to"

"and you wanted to tonight because you came to watch me"

she smacks his chest lightly

"i did not"

"you did too!"

she shakes her head

"you're never going to let this go now are you?" she asks

he slowly shakes his head

"nope.."

they fall silent for a moment

still looking at each other

"so.." gabe breaks the silence "you said i played good?"

amelia nods her head

he smiles, "do i get something for that?"

she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth

"what do you want?"

he grins at her question, lowering his head a bit

"this." he whispers against her lips before connecting them

her hands go to the back of his neck, keeping him close

"that's what i wanted." he pulls back a bit and says

amelias lips tug up in a grin, her eyes meeting his

"i like your suit" she says, rubbing his arm up and down "looks really nice on you"

"you like it?" he asks, smiling

"mmhmm" she hums, nodding her head

"then this is my new favorite game day suit."

[theshortolivia]

Get to Know me tag :)

Was tagged for a get to know me tag game by @deerlisteners and these are fun so thought I’d do it for the like two people who will see it, even though, they are both childhood friends and know all this…

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yeah! My moms named me after the character Olivia Benson from law and order because she was a ‘strong independent woman’ like they wanted me to be and they also both had a crush on her/the actress who plays her. Bonus fact I’m p sure if I’d been born male they woulda named me Josiah

2. When was the last time you cried?

Uhhh, I got emotional and ALMOST cried at the ‘shoe scene’ (can’t be any more specific cause Huge spoilers) when rewatching Jojo Rabbit, I DID cry when I saw it in theatres and I HIGHLY recommend it as a comedy satire but also a harrowing reminder of history we should never forget (and for taika waititi of course). Um last time I actually cried I don’t remember cause recently my mental health has been depression apathy and not anxiety tears but it was Probably out of frustration at my chronic illness limiting what I can do, not a fun anecdote unfortunately but sometimes it be like that

3. Do you have kids?

I do not and I don’t plan on having any anytime soon for economic, chronic illness, and age reasons (I’m 22 lol I am Not settled in life I don’t even live alone). I would like to have kids when I’m older and more settled health and money wise, I love kids and feel I have so much love and care to give, i think I’d both enjoy and be a good mother. Also, I’d like to have them ‘traditionally’ because I’d like to experience pregnancy and I have some good genes lol. I think I’d like to have 3, partially because I do think I will love to raise and love children but also largely because I want my kids to have multiple siblings and to have a bigger (I know that’s not large in the grand scheme but for like, this day and age and economy and etc) family and for their kids to have multiple aunts/uncles. I love having a brother and wish I had more siblings, I wish I had a sibling closer in age that I could relate to, but I do still enjoy taking care of him and him being my baby brother. I also used to have 5 aunts and uncles (well 10 since they were all married ig) and many many cousins of all ages before we stopped talking to that side of my family, and I have two uncles (and my aunts their wives) and only see a few of my cousins due to where they live, and I am so glad I have family gatherings that big but I do miss the giant ones too, therefore I want for my kids what I have and love.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I am NOT a sports girlie. Up until I was 12 ish I was a very into ballet and modern dancing (would’ve continued but alas anxiety struck) and after that I did musical theatre which is its own style of dancing, incorporating all different types. I’d love to go back but since I stopped dancing due to a steady string of anxiety, anxiety medication side effects, foot problems, and then finally chronic fatigue syndrome, I’ve become out of shape, have really bad feet, and REALLY struggle to find time to take care of myself. I do want to start exercising again in ways that don’t require me to have functional feet like weight lifting, aerial dancing (those fabric strip things) etc. But I am Not good at sports nor do I like it, sorry. I remember basketball in elementary being the most frustrating and volleyball being,,,ok

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Hm in general i don’t think I do actually, I’m a pretty earnest and straightforward person myself and idk using sarcasm feels negative? For me? And I strive to be as positive to others as I can be. (Not that sarcasm is always mean I just feel like it don’t my Vibe ykwim) but I’m also somewhat socially and subtextually dense so I think it makes sense I don’t use something I may not be the best at understanding unless it’s obvious

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Hmm, I think that varies a Lot, it’s probably usually either makeup, clothing, hairstyle, or tattoos if they stand out or if they’re something I’d want myself or am attracted too or like aesthetically. I always try to get up the courage to compliment people on things I notice because I feel good when I get complimented so I want other people to feel like that too :) also actually since I’m a cashier and people hand over cash and point cards often I usually notice nails. Oh I also notice extremes in height immediately, I’m short so people shorter than me are like woah! And people super duper tall are also like Woah!

7. What’s your eye colour?

Dark brown

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

TLDR happy endings, I’m a sucker for happily ever after to the point where if it didn’t end happily I’ll probably write or st least daydream a fan fiction ending where it does. ESPECIALLY romance it Always gets me. I do like scary movies though, especially psychological horror, although,,,In The Tall Grass FUCKED ME UP (the movie, I don’t read stephen king books cause his writing style makes me uncomfy but man does he have some fucked up terrifying horrible ideas for for him)

9. Any talents?

Ig that’s kinda complicated cause I’d probably call myself a jack of all trades (but master of none). I was one of those kids that was praised for being good at like everything the first time I tried it and now as an adult has to learn how to study and have a huge issue of getting frustrated and stopping anything I try that I’m not immediately good at therefore never being able to improve because I’m not practicing. But I’ve been Told by teachers, professors, and other people that I’m quite talented at singing. I starred in some musicals in elementary school and studied vocals in high school, in choirs the whole time too, so I’d say I’m like, sort of trained in musical theatre and opera and I Have worked to improve my voice. But I was also told that apparently when I was 3 ish I grabbed a mic and went on a stage (probably at play group or smth idk) and belted twinkle twinkle little star and parents laughed and said I’d be a star one day so idk maybe I just have that star quality lol. Oh I’ve also been commended for my acting skills back before I did acting? But I haven’t done much of late and wouldn’t consider myself exceptionally skilled, I want to be though! I uh also had a period in high school where I discovered I liked (and was good at) academics and excelled in science and math and focused Heavily on that, getting awards and whatnot. I’m not gifted but my mom and grandfather are (were, granddad is not alive) and I definitely did get their big brains.

Oh also I’m like a professional daydreamer at this point I write whole ass stories in my head most of which Never make it to the Google docs and I’m Amazingly talented at oversharing I’m sorry in advance tell me to stop talking I literally won’t mind I promise I ramble Too much

10. Where were you born?

Ontario, Canada

11. What are your hobbies?

Too many. I have this issue where I like too many things so I spread myself too thinly to commit to spending enough time practicing on any one thing to improve, and then on top of that have this thing where I can’t just do something for fun I have to be Good at it (which I think stems from being a Talented Kid™) BUT here’s a list here we go it’s long

Singing

Acting

Dancing

Cooking

Baking

Writing

Makeup

Learning languages (I’m shit at it tho)

Linguistics (how languages WORK is So Cool)

Driving

Drawing

Learning about cool science things namely psychology, genetic, otherwise biology, or nuclear related

I’m not good at this yet but I wanna get into mixology for fun and also as a job

Can’t sew v well yet but I think it would be So Fun and also good to know cause I have to hem every other pair of pants I get

12. Do you have any pets?

I live w my parents still n we have a dog who’s actually my brother’s service dog she’s a huge black lab named Marshmallow and she is full of so much love but not a lot of thoughts, and we recently got a tuxedo kitten i got to name Carmilla (Carmilla is the name of an 1872? gothic lesbian vampire novella that came out before dracula, see my kitten loved to hide n is super duper fast and also play bites, hence, vampire)

13. How tall are you?

5’1 or 152cm

14. Favourite subject in school?

Too many uhh in high school I rlly loved general biology, my vocal classes (which we learned solos in Italian, German, and musical theatre genres and etc it was amazing), my intro to sociology, psychology, and anthropology class, my human development throughout the lifespan class (I wrote a super cool paper on the theory of infantile synesthesia which tbh is probably the best paper I’ve ever written), and my drama classes. In uni so far I’ve enjoyed my year 1 biology class, Especially the second half cause it was like almost All genetics (soooo fascinating!!!), I Loved my Japanese class which was hard as hell but so fascinating and awesome (I love languages and how they work, and Japanese being so different from my native language of English was really interesting, I also really like Japanese food and culture and nature so learning the language was partially because I think it’s a wonderful language but partially so I can go to Japan at some point), my psych intro class was fascinating and I especially enjoyed the parts on sleep and consciousness and on sensory and perception, those parts of our brains are sooo cool I also really liked my Health Psychology (relating our body to our mind was eye opening and very interesting) class. All those classes had super interesting subject matter AND really amazing sweet and helpful professors. Oh my intro data science class was cool cause I got to do shit of coding which was fun and rewarding

15. Dream Job?

Ok so remember the ‘jack of all trades but master of none’ thing? Liking and being somewhat good at many different things is rlly not helpful for deciding on careers, the end of that phrase ‘but better than being a master of one’ I’d say isn’t true cause I do think being good at One thing has its pros and cons, a pro being it’s def easier to decide what to do. I’ve been told I could probably make it in the opera industry, and I would love to act and sing for a living, whether that’s theatre, film, or voice acting, preferably I’d love to do them all tbh. It feels narcissistic to admit but I do like the recognition for performing, I relish the applause I get during curtain calls or after a solo, I wouldn’t say I Live for the applause but I do like it, I think I’d like to be some level of famous. However I know that’s not easy to attain and I also would love to be a teaching and researching professor of psychology and genetics. I love presenting and teaching and am very good at it (my best marks are always on presentations lol) and I love researching concepts that are interesting to me, like for example if I had to write a thesis right now I’d probably write it about the possibility of finding the epigenetic patterns that cause hereditary depression, anxiety, etc, and use CRISPR gene editing technology to correct those thus ending the cycle of hereditary mental illness instead of putting the bandaid of a medication on it. Also I know that coding and computer science is lucrative right now and I did enjoy my taste of coding so I’d also love to look into that. I Do want to make a lot of money so I can afford to take care of those I love (and myself), be more sustainable, and enjoy some extra things in life like fancy and unique or uncommon to my culture food

No pressure but Also tagging @dragonheart1330 :)

I probably didn’t even say One thing @dragonheart1330 and @deerlisteners don’t already know lol as I said I am soooo talented at oversharing

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Writing update for Enchanted:

Apologies for Chapter 8 taking so long to come out 🥴 this has been a trickier chapter to write so far, and I was busy the last two weeks counseling at camp and didn't have much time at all to write. Unfortunately I can't promise it'll be out soon (ish), but I'm still hoping to have it out sometime this month (August)! Fingers crossed!

Don't worry about me losing inspiration or motivation - that's not it at all! 😜💙🩷 (This hyperfixation has been going strong for four months now 🤣) This is just ... a more delicate and crucial chapter in relation to the future of the story, and I want to get it just right. I'm still in the beginning scene, which admittedly is rather large will be at least a good chunk of it. I've already had to rewrite the first few paragraphs once, and there are some things I need to tidy up and figure out.

Not to mention, another large aspect of the story has manifested itself and I'm currently struggling to make sense of it. Another character is coming and will play a significant role of sorts - any guesses? 😈 But anyway, the intro and story of that character needs to be added soon in order for the pacing to work well, and I need to get it figured out at least MOSTLY beforehand. That'll probably be part of Chapter 9. 🤩

Once again, thank you to everyone who's been reading and leaving such lovely comments! They're always such an encouragement and make my day, and they're bonus motivation to keep working on it! 💙🩷🥰 Much love to y'all!!

P.S. I've been formulating a playlist for this AU. 😜🤩🎵 It's currently about a half hour long with nine songs - about ALL the aspects of the AU, not just the romance. If anyone has any suggestions, I'd love for you to let me know! 🥰 Once it's longer, I'll make it public and post a link. 😘

[peppapiglover]

SEBASTIAN IS SO CUTE

I woke up to find him in the nursery, looking at the crib. He gave me a ruby 🥺

He's so adorable 😭 Going to add it to my collection ofc!

Later that evening, I came home early and found him again in the nursery, putting our kids to sleep. He surprised me by saying something naughty in front of our kids... which (I'm barely realizing) he hasn't said once, until now, since the birth of our first child. Not surprising tho since that man did not waste any time trying to conceive our children 💀 As soon as the nursery was built, baby making time. The night our baby grew out of the crib? Anotha one. if this is his way of hinting, i would gladly give him a child

but anyway

He said this right after which genuinely caught me SO off guard.

We've been married since Fall 1 of Year 1, it's Spring of Year 4 and I've NEVER experienced jealousy issues with Sebastian - not even on my switch file. I've spent the last two-ish seasons building relationships with Elliott and Harvey (even gifting them bouquets lmfaooo) and he never said anything to me until tonight, when I gifted Sam a cola for the first time in a year maybe? Interesting... I told him the truth and he wasn't mad about it, but highkey I kinda liked this jealous side I've never seen before...

No but seb is so adorable. I've seen so many people dislike Seb because they've had bad interactions with him but he has always been the sweetest to me. Always gifts me energy tonics, aquamarines and rubies, he would constantly spend his days in the nursery during the pregnancy of each child & even now he hangs out in there until it's bedtime. ALSO, TIL not all spouses bring the kids to festivals???? Idk how true that is but Seb has always brought the kids with him. I assumed all marriage candidates did that, but if they don't, Seb gets bonus points for being an awesome dad.

kinda cool to see that it's the same character, yet we all have wildly different experiences

BUT IDDKKKKK I probably just have the best most perfect special unique amazing one of a kind marriage ever this save file bc hes so amazing to me😼 I love this pixel man

[takerfoxx]

Hey yo, story updates!

I'll be putting the remaining Christmas specials up over the following week. Ghosts of Christmas Past goes up tomorrow, Reimu's Christmas Carols goes up Christmas Eve, and The True Meaning of Christmas goes up Christmas day.

Resonance Days ao3 reposts resume two weeks from this coming weekend.

And I do want to apologize for falling behind on the Imperfect Metamorphosis reposts. Had a combination of writer's block (again) and other things suddenly taking precedence (joined a weekly writer's group, so original fiction is back on the table!). But I do want to get those moving again soon-ish.

Also, here's an idea I've been mulling over in my head. You know how I said that one of my personal projects that I just do for fun and practice without really intending on releasing is a PMMM lemon about the girls forming a polycule? Well, it's not done, and will probably never be done, but I do have the two important KyoSaya scenes done (when they first hook up, and later when they have their first time together), and I was always pretty proud of how they came out. So, basically I have a KyoSaya lemon sitting in my computer.

So, I was wondering if I should just post those two scenes here as a sort of fun bonus (for those of you into that sort of thing).

[thiemrossi]

INDYCAR 101 PART 3 RESOURCE MASTERPOST: a 2023 guide to indycar by @thiemrossi

hi, hello, happy race week! If you want to start watching indycar this season but don't know where to start, this is for you. I couldn't cover everything, so I tried to focus on the drivers because there are so many unrecognized great personalities in indycar. If you have questions about anything on here or other stuff I didn't mention, feel free to ask me, I'm happy to help! This will also be multiple parts, so I'll link them all below

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

This info was originally on slides, but I am just going to share it as text here. So, part 3 is a "how to find out more" masterpost.

Where can I learn more about drivers? (Long-Form Content)

Off Track with Hinch & Rossi Podcast & Bonus content on Youtube

The Vibe: Long-form, unstructured, casual, funny, feels like 3 friends hanging out & talking

Weekly podcast (Thursdays) with best friends Alexander Rossi (current IndyCar driver) and James Hinchcliffe (former driver, current NBC commentator) where they discuss their lives, IndyCar, & other racing with a healthy dose of banter that descends into wonderful absolute chaos in the off season

Fun for new fans & a great way to get to know two key personalities in the series especially if you listen after a race weekend

But you will miss inside jokes (which make it more fun) if you haven’t listened to the old episodes, so I highly recommend going back and listening to those if you have time

Speed Street Podcast with Conor Daly & Joey Mulinaro (full episodes also on Youtube)

The Vibe: Long-form, semi-structured, funny, honest, & casual but also journalistic

Weekly podcast (Wednesdays) with friends Conor Daly (IndyCar Driver) & Joey Mulinaro (Comedian, Journalist) with commentary and interviews from all racing series

Great way to get to know Conor & the drivers he interviews plus get great insider insight into race weekends

Conor also just talks in a very entertaining way that I find very funny

Dinner with Racers Podcast

The Vibe: VERY long-form, unstructured, casual, personal

Hosts Sean and Ryan get to know various figures in racing through long form unstructured conversations over dinner 

These guys REALLY get drivers to open up & are very funny with it

All of the IndyCar driver/series figures episodes are great I highly recommend them

Trackside Podcast/Radio Show

The Vibe: structured, journalistic, informative

Weekly Indianapolis Radio Show with NBC commentator Kevin Lee and IndyCar VP Curt Cavin with series news and driver interviews (also available on Spotify and Apple Podcasts)

They're probably the best series news podcast imo because they discuss things in an engaging way & give info we may not have heard yet

The Marshall Pruett Podcast: This Week in IndyCar

The Vibe: structured-ish, journalistic but can be casual

Weekly updates about the series, answering questions, driver interviews

Marshall has great insight but his podcasts can be hard to listen to because he rambles and talks slow, but the info is generally good & accurate

COMING SOON: 100 Days to Indy

IndyCar Docuseries produced by Vice and the CW following the lead up to the 107th Indianapolis 500 premieres April 27th at 9pm EST on the CW (will be available internationally as well)

Where can I learn more about drivers? (Short-Form Content)

Bus Bros with Josef Newgarden & Scott McLaughlin

The Vibe: Medium-form, structured but casual and fun, essentially a comedy show

IndyCar drivers Josef & Scott try local foods, interview fans, tour other drivers/fans motorhomes, read mean tweets etc.

Super fun for new fans so highly recommend checking it out if you haven’t already!

If you want to see drivers having fun & showing their personalities this one is for you

Romain Grosjean Youtube

The Vibe: Short-form, technical, comparative Has a couple driver interviews (Pato, Scott McLaughlin, Conor Daly) but a lot of videos demonstrating technical differences between IndyCar and F1 if that's something you're interested in

All of these are behind the scenes during race weekends

Admit1 with Josef Newgarden You Don’t Know Jack with Jack HarveyPato O’Ward YouTubeIndyCar Inside the RaceArrow McLaren YouTubeJuncos Hollinger YouTubeOutside the Line Andretti YouTube

How to watch IndyCar

United States

 All practices, qualifying, & races available live & on replay with a Peacock subscription

All races (except Toronto which is Peacock exclusive) are also broadcast live on network TV on NBC or USA network

Canada

TSN & TSN+ (this is new I think)

Australia

Stan Sport *looks* to be similar to peacock they’ll carry practice, qualifying, races & replays this season

UK

SkySportsF1 broadcasts most of the races but from what I understand they won’t cut to IndyCar if F1 post-race is still happening & have also heard they sometimes replay the F1 race over indycar :/

According to IndyCar, you can subscribe to IndyCar Live to watch practice and qualifying but no clue how much additional cost that would be or if it actually works

Latin America (except Belize and the Carribean Islands)

ESPN (unclear if they’ll carry all sessions)

Elsewhere:

Check here 

if your country does not have a race broadcaster IndyCar live will probably be available & even if they do, it might still be available to watch practice and qualifying 

Here's NBC's graphic with the race schedule but download the IndyCar app!!! it is the most helpful race weekend resource to have!! It has all the session times & driver radios are free to listen to during races if you make an account!! you can also listen to the radio feed of the whole race (at least in the US) & check championship standings live!! it's one thing this series does right!! download it!!

Thanks for reading I hope you found these posts helpful & if you have questions feel to ask me!

[gallavich-headcanon]

anon, dear, i hope you're doing good! i might be in the brain goo - still, bear with me on the being comprehensible part -, but a) you asked for headcanons and b) you're my favourite person to contemplate with, so you'll be my victim tonight-

so, i know you've said somewhere you're not a big fan of time pieces, BUT-

i've read a lot (like. A LOT.) of medieval-ish things the last couple days and spotify graced me with a shitton of ukrainian music today, and now all i can think about is this tradition they got in ukraine in july where they gather around a fire, take their loved ones by the hand, and if they stay locked while jumping over the fire they they'll have a long and happy relationship (bonus: you can do this with friends for health and good fortune, too). they have this other thing, too, where the unmarried women bind wildflowers to wreaths, then set them on a river or pond or whatever to see who'll get married soon (if your wreath flows without problems and moves a bit it's you), and their significant others try to guess which wreath is their girl's and they tryna fish it out-

and listen, listen, i KNOW it probably doesn't make much sense, and i have not thought this through 'till the end, but i need irish ian to somehow end up in ukraine and in the hands and care of mandy, who tries to teach him their ways and their language, because he's kind and sweet, too - and maybe she first hopes he's her wildcard out of her life until she gets to know he's gay? -, and somehow she gets mickey involved in her little social project and she tries very hard to make him be nice to ian, long story short, they all go to the festivities together, get a little drunk maybe and do their little traditions. while it's a rite for the women, i bet mandy'd force him to bind a wreath, still. and maybe she already knows there's something going on between him and her brother and she schemes some more to make mickey fish ian's out of the water, i don't know, my brain doesn't cooperate properly.

bonus lore- iirc they have this magic flower they set out to search at some point, too, as it's said to grant its finder some sort of power, so, just please, mickey and ian having an excuse to disappear in the woods for hours without anybody asking questions.

i only just now realised it's actually a full on au, but i'll send it over anyway, because it's juvenile and mostly lighthearted and i needed to bother someone with it. much love! thanksokaybye.

Hello my darling! My brain is also gooey possibly because it's late though. Perfect time to be your victim of choice!

Disclaimer- I don't really have anything about historical stories, it's just the homophobia of it all, you know? Like I enjoy some angst as much as the next person, but knowing they can't get married and will have to live partially in secret if not in the closet just... spoils it for me. I'm a comfort first, angst second kinda girl, but I also don't want it to be completely unrealistic. (also I need Mickey to be a southside shit talker) So I tend to skip those fics. now that that's out of the way, I'm ready for yours!

FIRST OF ALL I am a sucker for Mickey speaking Ukrainian. I really wish we got that in canon. AND IAN TRYING TO LEARN THAT FOR HIM 💔💔💔💔

they gather around a fire, take their loved ones by the hand, and if they stay locked while jumping over the fire they they'll have a long and happy relationship -> oh my god are you kidding me this sounds so fucking magical!

Okay what if Ian is like injured or something and Mandy finds him, and hides him until he can get better and Mickey is suspicious and follows her one day?

and maybe she already knows there's something going on between him and her brother and she schemes some more to make mickey fish ian's out of the water -> mmm how about yes yes and yes!!!

This is so fucking sweet. I want Ian in a flower crown Mandy made him! and maybe it's too small to his giant head and his looks funny and Mickey teases him and eventually that flower crown mysteriously finds it's way to Mickey's head. because that's what flower crowns do.

Them just walking in the forest and talking for hours. Maybe they find a job for Ian that gets them to hang out and Mickey teaches him Ukrainian?

NOSHO please send any and all AU / thoughts / headcanons always and forever!

[you-can-reclaim-your-crown]

i understand you completely! it's the same for me except i'm a native english speaker lmao. but the fact that you're willing to write a story in english despite it being your 3rd language is already an impressive feat, you should be proud! here's a protip in case you need it, consider searching these terms if you find yourself unable to properly convey your thoughts into your writing: (insert word or phrase here) synonym, (insert word or phrase here) definition, (insert word or phrase here) antonym. don't worry about it though really, i do think that art is challenging and difficult to create - be it drawing, writing or videos - it does require a lot of practice and studying to be able to reach a certain level of skill but it doesn't matter as long as you keep trying and giving your best! at the end of the day, more than anything else i think effort is of the utmost importance and it'll definitely reflect in one's works. i'm wishing you the best and i look forward to what you have in store <3 will you be posting it on ao3? the mods will add it to the sukugoweek collection if you tag your work with sukugoweek2023. i found out that they'll be accepting submissions until january 3rd so there's still plenty of time left! if you wish to post more than 1 fic, please feel free to do so too. they also just added a special prompt for gojo's birthday, you might want to use it if the opportunity arises haha. aw it's no problem, i'm happy to know that i was able to help you in some way <3 yes i feel you, these bitches had me in a chokehold since 2021 when i first got into jjk! it's going to be my 3rd year of brainrot soon in a couple of months, time flies so fast...

You really do say the sweetest things🫶🏻 i get a little message like this and i feel so happy it's almost embarrassing.

Languages are so weird.

How are "English can be weird. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though."

And

"Gore gore gore gore"(croatian) even real?? Whoever decided this: buddy, you blew it. Super hard. Complete buffoonery.

Special prompt you say..🤔 it does give me some ideas...

i might have underestimated how long this is going to be. My plan was a one shot and a little bonus chapter/epilogue-ish thing. But we will see. Maybe i have to split the main chapter.

I think i started to ship them around October 27th, so I'm a sukugo baby. It's the first gojo ship I'm really invested in. I'm fond of nanago but it's just that.

(Shout-out to 0bstinate for this one sukugo on 'it is not enough to love you' post. That really got my gears turning... you're a hero)

And then it his my lika a truck. They have everything I'm into: enemies-to-lovers, honoured/fallen one, red+blue, canabilism as love language (bc i like them a little fucked up), monsterfuckery, i hate everyone but you, unhinged x unhinged, corruption/redemption etc. let's be honest their fight was basically foreplay. Archenemies? Kinda gay if you ask me.

Aaaand I'm rambling again😅sorry

But to answer your question: yes I'm going to post in on ao3. Because fuck anxiety, we are so back bitches. And I'm a people pleaser and you encouraged me, so you are my people to please. Sorry buddy but you are not getting out of it now.

Anyway my reply is probably a bit all ower the place. I didn't sleep well, I'm tired and i accidentally deleted my reply before so i had to typ it again.

I really really appreciate that you took your time and wrote me❤️ thank you from the bottom of my heart

[kombatgf]

For the Valentine’s Day asks: adoration, be mine, crush, confession and date night w/ Xytrax? :3

adoration — how would your f/o speak about you to someone else?

Xytrax is extremely matter of fact and pretty reserved about his personal life. I imagine he doesn't really offer up personal information unless it's explicitly asked about, and even then it's rare that he gets very emotional. Still, I think it would come up on occasion in his friend group. He would be a bit standoff-ish mentioning Anaïs the first few times but soon he would start telling his friends small details about the dates they go on. He doesn't gush very often, so it's honestly hard to answer this question! I think when their relationship comes up in conversation, he would say simple facts instead of gushing. “We went to pick out records.” “She bought me this shirt.” “I'm visiting her again.” etc. His friends can tell what this means.

be mine — how would they react to you flirting with them, do they get flustered? flirt back?

The first time he doesn't even pick it up. He struggles with social cues and he completely misses her intentions. I think he only catches on when he starts getting feelings himself. Xytrax gets more flustered if the flirting happens in public or around other people, but in private he will probably give a deadpan flirt in response. He's actually not bad at flirting and getting Anaïs flustered, but it's a rare occasion for him to be the one to initiate the flirting.

crush — when did your f/o realize their feelings for you? how did they deal with those feelings?

Anaïs starts visiting him regularly at the record shop he works at, she starts bringing him coffee and making up excuses as to why she needs another record this week. He starts to catch on a bit from here and the way he decides to flirt back is by visiting the place she works at and doing the same exact thing she did to him. When nothing happens next, Xytrax will straight up ask her “What do you want?” Because he feels for her but why hasn't she said anything already? Why wait for her to make a move?

confession — how’d the confession happen, and looking back on it, what are your (and f/o’s) thoughts abt how you both were back then?

Continuing from the last question, Anaïs is a bit taken aback but ultimately she has to explain to him Yes, I do like you. He's glad to hear that, but struggles with how complicated it is to understand what other people are feeling. Neither of them think much of this confession. I think Anaïs wishes it could've gone down a bit smoother but ultimately she's understanding of the entire situation. What matters is that it happened ans they can be together now.

date night — describe your ideal date with them! spare no expense, realism to the wind, what’s your dream outing?

Hmm.. maybe going to a music festival? They could do eachothers makeup, decorate his headphones, find matching band tees to wear. I know music is part of his special interest so I think he'd be really happy about it. Bonus points if his own band ends up performing at the festival as well. Other than that, I'm not sure. I think they're both content with just hanging out at home and bumming around. They don't really feel the need to go on a ton of dates, especially if they have to get all dressed up for them.

thank you so much for the ask!!! i was struggling with chronic fatigue yesterday and couldnt get it done before bed but i was so excited to finally fill this out!

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

Free AU idea

this has been spooking around in my head for a while but I don’t have time to take it on (plus I have way too many WIPs as is). Besides, I’m pretty self-conscious about writing anything pre-20th century, I always end up way overdoing the “period” dialogue and probably just making it unintentionally absurd. So, if anyone feels like having a go at a Victorian rebelcaptain AU, this is a freebie for anyone who wants it!

(this would need to be set during a period of political upheaval in Mexico - though what with this being the century they gained independence, it shouldn’t be too difficult to make the timeline work. My thought was early-ish into the whole “Napoleon’s nephew is now your emperor we decided” thing, but i’m sure there’s options)

- Jyn was orphaned by [insert shady incident here] at a young age and taken in by her father’s “friend” Lord Krennic

- She’s about to come into a substantial inheritance of some kind from her father when she turns 21

- Krennic plans to get his hands on it by marrying her (either because it’s money or land and he just wants to have it, or because it’s something that would incriminate him. This could be related to Galen’s death, but also just to some horrible thing Krennic did maybe on some colonial property of his or during the Irish Potato Famine etc....).

- it’s not like Jyn to sit put and let this happen even though it would be difficult for her to get away from him, but let’s say she’s tried to escape from his household at least once but he’s always managed to find her, and since he’s a big politician in the House of Lords, he has way too much pull for her to get away on her own

- cue the mysterious aristocrat from overseas who makes an introduction to Krennic because he has discovered silver in Mexico and is now touring London to find investors to finance a mine

- Cassian is of course neither an actual aristocrat nor has he found any silver, he’s actually feeling out a number of members of the British government to find out if they’d be willing to help out in a political issue in Mexico (for example, if this was set between 1864 and 1867, it could be military aid against Napoleon III)

- Jyn finds out but offers to help him if he agrees to help get her away from Krennic. Obviously the easiest and best way to do this would be if he married her and took her on a boat overseas as his wife. Once in America, they could go their separate ways, either just pretending it never happened or by fabricating some reason to file for divorce (”Just say you caught me with some sailor on the boat”), anyway Jyn would be in America with her inheritance and Cassian gets to complete the mission and as a bonus, they both get to screw over Krennic

- Obviously all the fake married tropes play out (even though for this to work, it would probably be easiest for them to actually get married in England), most of all it is vital they spend the entire transatlantic journey fully convinced the other is just holding up their end and definitely cannot wait to be rid of them as soon as they step off the boat

- of course they end up not parting ways when they arrive, this could be the end point or you find some fun contrived reason for why they actually have to stick together just for a few more days (maybe someone travelling with them who got on the boat with them in London and was just *so* charmed by the newlyweds or something)

- bonus points if it ends by either a) one or both of them going off script during the divorce hearing or b) one of them ordering the other a carriage and getting passed by said carriage on the way to their hotel, hurrying to their room to properly break down over it in private and finding the other person still there because they decided last minute not to leave

[natromanoffsgfs]

Kidnapping/ torture #1

Peter and Shuri are kidnapped by a gang of bandits who demand ransom money for the princess of Wakanda. They’ll soon find out that they have more than one prize in their grasp. (47k words)

It's been months since the events of Civil War, and the Avengers are doing their best to remain a team, having promised to forgive and forget. Unfortunately for them, Tony Stark's latest invention has been stolen and recovering it causes tension to reappear.

Meanwhile, in Queens, Peter Parker has two main priorities on his plate — complete his midterm finals, and track down a fishbowl wearing criminal that may or may not lead him right into the hands of the Avengers.

Somehow between all of this, Spider-Man's identity is revealed to the Avengers, Steve and Tony's friendship may permanently be damaged due to continued hidden secrets, and Happy struggles to buy a youth-sized casket for Peter's funeral.

Things were a lot easier when they were fighting over Bucky Barnes.

(Or: The Avengers welcome Peter into their crazy superhero family and will do anything to protect him.)

(267k words)

They grab Peter right out from under Tony’s nose. (21k words)

"I am going to find Tony," the man hisses in Peter's ear, his gaze cold and cruel. "And when I do, I will kill him, slowly. What do you say to that-"

The man stops short because Peter's shoulders are shaking. He looks and sees the kid is snickering. When he lets go of Peter's hair, the teen's head slumps to his chest, but it's not out of exhaustion or defeat...it's to hide a smile.

Peter lets out a laugh, shaking his head before glancing to the sides and exclaiming, "It is so fun to mess with you!" He looks around before hooting, "Tony Stark? That's your play? You're not screwing with me, right? You actually thought that would work? Sorry guys."

Peter straightens in his chair with a sneer and a cocky wink, "Tony doesn't give a flying crap about me."

In other words.... Peter is kidnapped and his captors think they can hold Tony against him. But they don't know what's happened in the past couple months.

(296k words)

The last thing he remembers is leaving school. It was a half day, as he’d finished his exams early, texted May about staying over at Ned’s place, sent another text to MJ and then a twitch of his spider senses--

Then a pinch at his neck, like a bee sting, but deeper. Darkness. Then here.

Huh. Kidnapped. That’s new. If he was less emotionally dead from finals and sleep deprivation, he’d probably have a stronger and much more appropriate reaction to that.

At least he's got Captain America and the Winter Soldier to keep him company.

(14k words)

Peter and Mr. Stark start to spend a little more time together, and then Persons Unknown(ish) start trying to kidnap Peter.

Spider-Man: Homecoming through Avengers: Endgame with a few twists. Plots are uncovered, connections are made, field trips go horribly awry.

(185k words)

There was a pattern Peter wasn’t aware of.

Whenever his morning started great, his day would end in agony.

The morning of his parent’s death had been great. The morning of the OsCorp field trip had been great. The morning of Ben’s death had been great. The morning of the Homecoming dance had been great.

This morning started great.

(74k words)

31 days, 31 ways to hurt our favorite Spider-Kid, with bonus whumping of his super friends and an excessive use of puns.

After being kidnapped with some of earth’s greatest defenders, Peter is grateful that it appears that their captors aren’t aware that he’s Spider-man.

The problem? To the Avengers, he's just Tony Stark's teenage intern- and Peter intends to keep it that way.

(34k words)

[bbsmuts]

Special Fanmeet ft. TWICE Momo & Jihyo

A/N: This was a pitch from @azureblue7548, and as I did not receive extra details, I'm going off what I have. Also I have no idea how this kind of situation would go, so be gentle. This is probably one of my kinkiest ones, considering the amount of stuff in the TWs... This one changes perspectives, which is something I might introduce in future smuts as well, such as the upcoming Field Trip Part 3 (more information on that coming soon). The basic summary can be found in my posts, since it was an ask that I answered and therefore posted. I wrote about 3/4 of this when I was drunk, so some parts might be better than others. Moving on to one of 500 more pitches...

-상훈

Length: 5.23k

Possible TW: Shock play, degradation, spanking, bondage

Tags: Throatfuck/gagging, domination, gangbang, a bit of sir kink, degradation, orgasm denial, light bondage, light spanking, shock play, dp in one hole, lesbian fingering/kissing/cumswapping, facesitting

Momo collapsed with a final cry, trembling, as the waves of orgasmic pleasure tore through her. Thoroughly tired and satisfied, she lay on his muscular chest below her, a torrent of his and her cum following his cock as he pulled it out of her.

"F-fuck..." She gasped, chest rising and falling in rhythm with his as they both panted. "So good..." ______________________________________________________________

2 HOURS EARLIER - MOMO ______________________________________________________________

"For us?" Momo laughed at Jihyo's suggestion. "God, I don't remember how long it's been since I actually went on a date. Two guys?"

"Three." Jihyo corrected. "And they're like, really cute. They wanna meet you."

She hesitated. "But what if someone found out? We'd be in massive trouble."

Jihyo rolled her eyes. "C'mon Momo, it's our off day, remember? Besides, Jinyoung (A/N: Jinyoung is JYP) wouldn't find out, the others promised to stay quiet. Please, unnie?

Momo hesitated a bit longer and then gave in. "Okay, I'll come. Where and when?"

"Mingles, in like, an hour. Thanks, unnie!"

"Hmm, nice choice. I'll be there."

"Good. Oh, what's this..." She looked down at her phone. "It's from Jinyoung."

"Oh, lord, I think I know what that's about." said Momo. "What's it say?"

"Something about a special fanmeet." Jihyo sighed.

"Yup, figured that was coming." Momo grimaced lightly. "So much for that date, huh?"

"Guess I'll have to reschedule." Jihyo muttered. "I thought today was our off day?"

"Who knows." Momo replied. "Whatever it is, it's not something we can get out of, is it?"

"I would say probably not. Well, we better go see what's going on."

So, slightly disgruntled, the two hopped back into their car and began the trip back to the JYPE building. ______________________________________________________________

10 MINUTES LATER - MOMO ______________________________________________________________

They pulled up to the building, got out, and made their way inside, passing the staff members, who nodded respectfully.

Jinyoung was in his office (A/N: I assume he has an office, I really have no idea how any of this works), and was awaiting them behind his desk.

"Ah, Momo and Jihyo. Thank you for returning so quickly. My sincerest apologies for interrupting your patiently-awaited and well-deserved day off, but I have organized a...special fanmeeting exclusively for the two of you. You'll be compensated handsomely for your time and effort."

Neither of them was overenthusiastic about spending what was undoubtedly the rest of the day meeting aggressively exuberant fans who were practically (sometimes literally) pissing themselves in excitement, but at the mention of the handsome bonus they both perked up. So without much further ado they were shown to a small-ish room that could be seen as fairly dimly lit even from the outside. Usually their fanmeetings were loud, bright, and tumultuous, so the calm and dark atmosphere of the room they were about to enter was unexpected and slightly refreshing to Momo.

The large, white, curtained French doors were thrown wide and eleven people stood in the dimly lit room; five of them were middle-aged men, who strode forward, shook hands and exchanged muttered words and thanks with Jinyoung, and left. The other six were young men closer to Momo and Jihyo's ages: in their early to late twenties, and, as Momo was pleased to see for once, all coolheadedly attractive. The remaining seven greeted Jinyoung and the two girls deferentially, all dressed in fine clothes ranging from crisp suits to classy leather jacket outfits. He took the two aside momentarily.

"You'll have a peaceful time in here, these young men aren't the usual sort. Or maybe not so peaceful..." Then he winked. "Have fun."

With that, he closed the door and left them with the other seven.

"Have fun?" Jihyo repeated. "Wait...he doesn't mean...does he?"

"Handsome compensation, Jihyo. Think about that."

She took a deep breath. "Alright. Well, if it was going to be someone..."

So with little more fanfare or hesitation, they both stripped naked before the ravenous gazes of their fans. Blushing lightly under the intense stares, she approached slowly, letting her hips fall into the sway that had been taught to her from day one. Licentious smirks twisted each and every face as the two approached. Momo's attention was drawn most keenly to the guy second from the far left; he looked to be one of the youngest of the lot but also the hottest. Dressed in black jeans and a white tank top that displayed a muscular build, he immediately caught her attention.

He made a down gesture with his hand, still smirking. Momo obediently knelt and continued her advance as a crawl, making sure to wiggle her ass as she did. Pleased with her submission, the three on the left closed in on her. Ties were loosened, shirts and jackets were removed, and before she knew it she was surrounded by three sexy, shirtless men, and three cocks were straining against their fabric cages, eagerly awaiting entrance to her warm orifices.

She knelt in the midst of the three, the sound of zippers able to be heard. In front of her, the man unbuttoned and unzipped his own jeans, and then the image of the men surrounding her was replaced by that of three long, hard, throbbing dicks in her face, begging for attention. The guy in front of her took the initiative and grabbed her by her hair, and she opened her lips to let him in.

"The name's Jong-soo (A/N: thought I'd give a couple of them names so I don't have to keep using pronouns), by the way." He murmured as though they were simply talking, while thrusting deeper into her mouth. "Kang Jong-soo."

Momo gave a moan in reply, pushing him deeper. He moaned at her skill, pulling her head harder, immersing his cock further into her throat. She brought her mouth off him and moved to the next one, diving down on his shaft with vigor.

"Mmph!" She moaned, gagging slightly as the girthy length was pushed down her throat. She managed a glance at Jihyo to her right, and she too was on her knees, making a very sloppy job of her service; stroking two and throating another, very obviously enjoying her exploits.

She turned her eyes back to the one in front of her, focusing her entire attention on pleasing him. Moving to the next in line, she jammed it into her throat with considerable effort. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the sheer length and width of the phallic colossus stretching her throat. She choked and struggled on it, bobbing her head slowly. Saliva spilled over her lips and dripped down her chin and onto her bare breasts as she sped up, choking, coughing and gagging on the thick meat in her mouth.

Then a hand grasped the back of her head by her hair and his hips snapped forwards; suddenly, her throat was entirely filled and her nose was buried in pubes. Her neck bulged and her throat swelled to accommodate the extra mass, and more spit leaked out past the base of his shaft. Despite the strain of making room for his cock, she felt an undeniable thrill of pleasure run through her, and that indisputable wave of arousal sent a fresh rush of slick to her pussy, making her tingle. She moaned like an animal in heat and reached for the two others; they obliged her eagerly, allowing themselves to be stroked, but as Momo was starved of air by the wood choking her, her body started to inadvertently struggle for oxygen. She gave a jerk and choked again, involuntarily bucking her hips despite the oxygen deprivation, the pleasure making her needy.

The man gave a groan and let her go, and she gasped in a breath as the cock slid out of her gullet. She panted, sucking in breaths, chest heaving, before moving over to the couch. ______________________________________________________________

JIHYO ______________________________________________________________

Taking Momo's initiative, Jihyo moved onto the nearby couch, dislodging the shaft from her throat and kneeling on all fours, ready to take the massive cocks before her. Her pussy pulsed and ached for attention while the men surrounded her; a loud cry and three groans sounding from across the room told her Momo was already getting to it. Her group took their positions, one under her, one behind, and one in front, and she felt two of their hefty members penetrate her ass and pussy. Her whimper was muffled by the one that entered her mouth.

"Mmh, phuuckk!" Her whine was suppressed by the bulging, throbbing manhood that was now being pressed against the back of her throat, and the two behind her didn't bother to start slow . Fast and hard was the pace at which they fucked her, and from the lecherous sounds coming from Momo's end of the room, they were having a damn good time as well.

She whined and rocked her hips back against them, begging needily and wordlessly for more. They kicked up their speed, ramming their hips (and cocks) into her with immoderately quick thrusts. The one in front was slowly forcing his length deeper into her, making her gag. A small waterfall of saliva tracked down her chin and chest. Her breath hitched in her cock-filled throat as the one underneath her met with her g-spot in a perfect thrust; noticing her moans and very heavy breathing, he did it again, and again, and again. Every inch of the dicks filling and stretching her holes send small tsunamis crossing through her being, every vein and ridge felt intensely upon each thrust. With every jab of their hips into her, she felt another jolt of satisfaction shoot through her, each one a push closer to her peak. They were barely started using her and she was already on tipping point.

"Phuk, mm gnhh - gnhh cahm!" She managed to choke out an indecipherable, pleasure-addled alert, before she assaulted the rod in her mouth with vibrations as she screamed out the pleasure of her first orgasm this night.

One of many. ______________________________________________________________

MOMO ______________________________________________________________

Momo heard Jihyo's muffled orgasmic shriek from the other side of the room. Putting it out of her mind and thinking only of pleasing her fans, she rode harder, pistoning both cocks in and out of her ass and pussy with every buck of her hips. Her hands were being held together above her head, stopping her from resisting or moving, not that she wanted to. She was in far too much bliss to even care about such things; even as her face, ass, and pussy were brutally pounded, she found nothing but pleasure in the pure and very arousing domination being doled out.

"Such a good little cockslut, isn't she, boys?" Jong-soo muttered from below her, assisting her in her riding efforts by slamming his hips up into her. The other two only groaned in pleasurable agreement.

"And she's all ours." Momo shivered in arousal, and a hand closed on her neck as he choked her, the constant stretching of it due to the cock in her throat making his fingers move, though they kept their grip. "All. Ours. Nothing but a filthy whore who's eager to be owned and used by us. Isn't that right, Momo?"

She nodded, thoroughly enjoying being degraded, and the grip on her neck tightened. "I said, isn't that right?"

The one in front, taking the hint, pulled out of her mouth long enough for her to moan out a submissive "Yes, sir!" before slamming back in, gagging her.

"Good girl, that's more like it." The grip on her neck subsided and he landed a slap on her face, which only served to heighten her arousal. A hard spank landed on her ass a moment later, and her yelp was stifled.

Then she felt cold metal on her wrists and heard cuffs clicking into place, then rattling of a chain. She brought her head off the cock in her mouth for a breath, looked up, and saw cuffs on her wrists, connected to a chain which was tethered to the ceiling.

"This - fucking - slut!" The guy in her ass groaned, seemingly very close. Momo moaned again and arched her back, pushing back against the constant railing, driving him deeper. He grabbed her hair and bottomed out inside her asshole, flooding her tight hole with hot seed. Trying hard not to cum, she groaned into her facefucking, the pleasure almost overwhelming her. He pulled out, leaving his jizz to be squeezed out of her, got dressed, and left. This was barely even close to Momo's perception, she was too absorbed in pleasuring the two left. She closed her eyes, reveling in the thickness filling her, tonguing the cock in her mouth, trying to milk the cum from it. Her efforts worked, and he too buried himself as far as he could go in her, gagging her and almost making her retch from the size. Her eyes rolled in her head as several jets of cum were shot into her stomach. His murmurs of pleasure were like music to her ears; very naughty music that told her she had done a fantastic job. He pulled out after a moment, got dressed, and left, but Momo got the die she would be seeing them back before long.

She was wrenched from other thoughts as Jong-soo went from slow and steady, letting her concentrate on the others, to furiously fast, drilling her with aggression. Momo was finally able to vocalize her bliss, finally able to scream her lungs out.

"Fuck, please, harder! Ohh it's so big, so thick, fuck yes! I'm so close, please..."

He gritted his teeth and groaned through them, burying himself to the hilt with every push, prodding spots inside her that had never been reached before.

"God, you're so tight!"

She felt the heat building, temperature rising. Her cries became more desperate as she got closer, the pleasure overwhelming her. But then the sensation was cut off as he stopped.

"Wha-what?" Her eyes snapped open to see a smirk on his face.

"You don't get to cum until I let you." He smacked her ass hard, making her yelp, and she gulped.

"Yes, sir."

Obeying him sent a thrill like no other coursing through her veins. Usually in these sorts of fan meetings, she was in control, and she enjoyed that, but now she was starting to realize that she had found her natural position: submission.

Once she was far enough from orgasm, he started back up, pushing her legs further apart and plunged back into her, making her throw her head back.

"Please don't stop, I'm so close! Oh my god, you're so fucking deep, I'm gonna...cum..."

But just as she was reaching her climax, his strokes were cut short.

"No, please! Please, let me cum, sir!"

"That's right," moaned Jong-soo, resuming his strokes at a slow pace and slapping her ass, "beg me for it!"

She gasped as he hit her g-spot, and . "P-please, sir, let me cum for you! I need it, please! Pound me...h-harder..."

"Mm, good girl," he smirked, and spanked her again. She bucked her hips against him, desperately seeking more. Then she gasped and cried out as he started fingering her sensitive clit, sending her pleasure sky high.

"You're a stupid, dirty slut, you know that?"

"Y-yes sir, I'm a dirty s-slut for you!"

"Damn right. Say it again. Louder."

"I'm a dirty slut for you sir! I'm just a stupid little cock-hungry whore!"

"Such a good girl, obeying me so well." He spanked her again.

"P-please sir, can I cum?"

He grunted in the effort of fucking her so fast. "Your pussy is so fucking tight around me, fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

She yelled out her pleasure for all to hear, an inch from tipping point. Jong-soo's hands tightened their grip on her hips and his muscles tensed, and then a deluge of warm cum painted her walls. She let loose a scream as the extra sensation pushed her over and squirted powerfully on him, riding it out all the time. As her cuffs were unlocked and she collapsed onto the couch, her vision started to blur, sounds from Jihyo's side began to fade out, and she lost consciousness. ______________________________________________________________

JIHYO ______________________________________________________________

Jihyo heard a loud shriek from across the room, turned her eyes to Momo's couch, and saw her go limp in her restraints. It was the first time, in Jihyo's memory, she had seen Momo be fucked unconscious.

She focused her attentions back on the fans inside her own holes, adjusting her wrists above her head in her own handcuffs and working her hips back and forth with vigor, eagerly seeking her own release. She let out soft "mm"s at the efforts, their deep strokes striking her g-spot, their fingers teasing her clit. Their tools reached deep inside her, stretching her out. She could feel every ridge, every pulsing vein, as she clenched down on them. Various expressions of pleasure filled her ears, combining with her pleasure to drive her closer to her peak.

The cock in her throat suddenly twitched and throbbed more intensely, and she realized what it meant a second before her mouth and throat filled with hot cum. She choked on the massive load, moaning in arousal after she swallowed it. She looked up at his toned body and bit her lip, then gasped at the sensation of her g-spot being hit again. A hand reached forward and groped her breast, and another hand smacked the other breast. She yelped out a small "ah" at the sting and closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of being fucked so hard, so thoroughly.

Then a loud hum sounded as the guy in front of her disappeared from sight, one she recognized quite well. Her eyes snapped operand she whipped her head around right as she felt the vibrator push against her clit.

"Ah!" Jihyo was taken by surprise and felt it skyrocket her pleasure. She gasped and let out a high-pitched cry at the sudden sensation sending waves of pleasure through her. Then another hum added to the first, and she looked around, eyes wide. A small electro wand had been brought out, and a shiver of both nervousness and anticipation ran through her.

The first shock elicited a loud yelp from her, sending a jolt of both pleasure and pain through her. She got a bigger shock as a second dick pressed against her already full pussy, the implication of which scared her a bit. He slid in fairly easily due to her wetness, and she cried out as she was stretched twice as much.

"Fuck!" She felt like she would split in half. "T-too big!"

A smack landed on her ass, wordlessly commanding her to be quiet, and she obeyed, only letting quiet whimpers escape her as she was stretched even wider by the dual penetration. They went slow at first, letting her get used to the extra size. She took shallow, shaky breaths, trying to get used to it, and then a new feeling arose amidst those of pain: pleasurable ecstasy. She began to feel incredible, the two cocks grinding against her inner walls, filling every inch of her tight cunt. Hypersensitive to every touch, ever nerve in her pussy was alive with satisfaction.

"Oh, fuck!" She whimpered, clutching at the chain on her cuffs and bucking her hips, begging for more. Another shock permeated her haze of bliss, sending electricity blazing through her ass once more, closely followed by a harsh slap. "More, please!"

Jihyo hadn't seen the blindfold coming until it was tied over her eyes, cutting off all visual perception, which was oddly arousing to her. They kept it up, keeping a constant rhythm of shocks and spanks on her ass, and she rose to it, heat and tension building in her core. Then it hit her: this was the first time any fans were managing to make her cum. And they were doing a damn good job.

Hands, more of them, ran up her thighs, caressing her soft skin, moving to her breasts, pinching her nipples. She couldn't see it, but she could feel the heat of another presence right in front of her, and the shocks stopped momentarily. Then the device was pressed to her nipple, and she yelped, the shock jolting through an unexpected place. It was lifted off and planted on her other nipple, held there, making her tremble as she got closer.

"I'm gonna c-cum, please k-keep going...ohhhh fuck..."

The intense tingling from the current in her nipple stopped suddenly, and resumed lower, on her abs, forcing a whine out of her mouth. It dipped lower, pressing against her mons and making the soft whine louder.

"P-please," she whimpered.

"Please what?" said a low, smooth voice in front of her.

"Please put it...put it on my pussy."

The wand was retracted, taking away the current. "Try again. Say it properly."

"Please!" Jihyo cried, bucking her hips desperately. "I want to feel it, I need it on my pussy, please s-sir!"

"There we go." The smirk was audible in the voice. She heard the electric hum increase in volume before the shocks returned, more powerful. He tapped it on different areas of her body, teasing her, reducing her to a mewling, begging mess, before pressing it directly on her pussy, between the cocks and the vibrator. This, in combination with everything else she was feeling, was too much.

Jihyo screamed as she exploded, cumming violently and squirting hard, the only thing keeping her up being the cuffs. She mindlessly jerked her hips forward, and unexpectedly, a flood of heat spurted into her ass and pussy; those behind her had also orgasmed, shooting seed deep into her ass and pussy. She let herself fall to the mind-hazing bliss of another orgasm, a weaker stream of cum squirting out of her. Moaning, whimpering, gasping, and panting, the group basked in the afterglow of their intense sex. The men pulled out of her well-used holes, the buzzing of the vibrator stopped, and the hum of the electro wand shut off. ______________________________________________________________

5 MINUTES LATER - MOMO ______________________________________________________________

Momo's unconsciousness may have actually faded into sleep, but she awoke laying on her stomach a bit afterwards. Tired though she was, she couldn't deny her arousal at the dreams that had been dancing in her mind, oddly featuring a tied up Jihyo being shocked and triple fucked. She opened her eyes and realized her dreams may not have been dreams after all; Jihyo was indeed kneeling on the other couch, hanging limply in her cuffs, a vibrator and electro wand sitting nearby, resting. Another rush of arousal coursed through her at the thought of being used the same way.

Jong-soo was lounging on the couch next to her sprawled-out body, a hand nonchalantly resting on her naked ass, gently caressing the smooth, supple skin. His fingers descended lower, drawing a whine from her as he absentmindedly teased her slit, drawing circles on her clit.

He said nothing, but noticing she was awake, slipped a finger into her already wet pussy, then another, curling them down into her g-spot with practiced ease. She moaned and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs for him. "More..."

His ring finger joined the middle and index inside her tight, squeezing hole, now pumping faster in and out of her. He still didn't take his eyes off of his phone, but had made her a writhing, squeaking mess in a matter of seconds. The others took notice of this and roused themselves off the other couch, approaching hers.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jihyo being taken down from her restraints, where she sat, chest rising and falling peacefully as she rested. One of the guys tapped her and she got up, seeing the situation.

Momo twisted and writhed, humping into his fingers, desperately driving herself to her orgasm. Jong-soo had put down his phone and was now putting all his concentration into making her cum.

"Mmmph, oh god yes!" She cried, biting her lip. "Pump me harder, please!"

He pushed in deeper, swiping around her g-spot, pressing his thumb against her clit. Her hands clenched around the malleable cushions, the tension building like a spring coil inside her once more.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

He smirked, snaked a hand up her body, and squeezed her breast. She grabbed it, holding tightly, clutching at his fingers as she trembled, on the verge of squirting. Then someone behind her reached around and fingers closed around her neck, a slap landing on her face, and this was enough to tip her over that cliff.

"Nnnngahhh!" She yelled out, eyes shut tight as she jerked her hips up, firing a gush of cum directly over Jong-soo's bare abs. "FUCK!"

Pleasure fogging her mind, she barely registered the slaps hitting her breasts, face, and thighs. Looking around with glossy eyes, she saw Jihyo sitting in a chair to her left, fingering herself to the visual and moaning quietly while one of the other guys caressed her tits, and the other four sitting or standing, all getting hard from it.

Momo took a minute to recover before sitting back up, still cock-hungry despite her fatigue. She took the initiative on herself and got on all fours beside him and dove down on his rock hard cock, impaling her throat on the meaty shaft. She enjoyed the sound and feeling of her obscene gagging and choking. She enjoyed the way he grabbed her hair, pushed her head further down, slapped her. She enjoyed the way her hands were grabbed and forced behind her back and tied roughly. She heard a buzz and then moaned around him as someone pressed a vibrator to her pussy. She knew what was coming next from the instruments she had seen earlier, so she steeled herself for a shock. Momo was expecting it to go to her ass, and she squealed as the current ran through her nipple, then squeaked again as another hum sounded and a second current went through her other one.

To her mild surprise, she felt a more slender hand start to finger her under the vibrator; tentatively at first, but then getting more confident, slipping three fingers inside her with ease. She brought her head up for air and looked around, gasping at both the pleasure and the lack of oxygen.

"J-jihyo?"

Jihyo grinned and pushed another finger into her, smacking her ass at the same time. Momo yelped, then Jong-soo grabbed her ponytail and shoved her head back down. Jihyo kept up the spanks, alternating cheeks and four-finger fucking Momo.

Momo cried out into her throatfucking, Jihyo's skilled and dextrous fingers quickly finding her most sensitive spots, stroking and caressing in a way Momo never could herself.

Jong-soo released her head and got up himself, laying stretched out across the couch. Jihyo immediately hopped on top of him, rubbing his hard, slick cock against her dripping slit before sinking down, mewling in satisfaction at how full she was. Momo maneuvered to his head and lowered her pussy to his mouth, her mouth open in a moan as his tongue darted out and tapped against her clit, tonguing her folds with the deftness of someone who'd done this many times. The three of them formed an unfinished square of sorts, Jihyo riding his dick and Momo humping into his face eagerly. Then both of them gasped at the added sensation of tips being pressed against their retightened assholes, stretching them open again and swiftly pushing in. Momo overbalanced, the sudden penetration making her lose herself a bit. The remaining three members of the fan group gathered around the two girls, stroking themselves in an effort to paint the pristine white skin even whiter.

Within a couple of minutes, during which Jihyo and Momo had both been drawn near to their climaxes again, the ones surrounding their faces unleashed the loads onto them; the dam broke and spurts of thick cum landed on Momo's face like strokes of a paintbrush on canvas. Once they had drained every last drop onto the eagerly waiting faces, they dispersed, getting dressed and leaving.

One look into Jihyo's eyes told Momo all she needed to know. She leaned forward as Jihyo did the same, and their lips locked in a kiss. Momo, in time with Jihyo, lifted the cum off her face and licked it off her fingers, savoring the taste before diving back into the kiss, pushing her tongue into the younger girl's mouth and swirling the warm jizz around, swapping between mouths. Momo moaned into the kiss and deepened it, feeling her arousal grow even further at the intimacy. Jihyo reached forward and caressed Momo's breasts, delicately fondling the soft, squishy mounds. Momo was more daring, her hands meandering down Jihyo's torso to her clit, rubbing small loops into the sensitive nub.

"Oh, u-unnie, that feels so good!"

She reached up and gripped Momo's head, pulling her face closer and intensifying their kiss. Their tongues wrangled and pushed cum into the other's mouth, lips fastened to each others'.

"Mmmph," Jihyo moaned, breaking off the kiss and swallowing her share of the cum. She bit her lip and looked up at Momo, who was gazing lustfully at her.

They didn't have much time to dwell on it, as both felt the tight, hot feeling building in their cores.

"Gonna cum," Momo murmured, closing her eyes involuntarily. "Feels so good, fuck!"

Grunts and groans sounded from below them as the three remaining guys as they too approached their final orgasms. Then, with no further warning, surges of thick, hot cum shot deep into Momo's ass and into both Jihyo's holes.

Momo collapsed with a final cry, trembling, as the waves of orgasmic pleasure tore through her and she sprayed her juices into his mouth. Thoroughly tired and satisfied, she lay on Jong-soo's muscular chest below her, a torrent of cum streaming out of her ass as the guy pulled out.

"F-fuck..." She gasped, chest rising and falling in rhythm with his as they both panted. "That was...so good..."

...

In due time, when the other two guys had left, Jong-soo got out from under her and dressed again. Vaguely, she heard voices at the doorway.

"-three, I think it was." said a deep voice she vacantly recognized as his. "Not my best performance."

"Better than the vast majority, I'd say." replied Jinyoung's voice. "The two look quite tired out to me."

"Well, let's just say I have a lot of practice. Thanks very much for this opportunity, Mr. Park."

"Oh, not at all, not at all. If you'd like to do this again sometime, I'm one call away, we could work something out."

"I'll keep that in mind."

The door closed, and no more voices, only retreating footsteps and a quiet chuckle.

Relaxing more snugly into the pillow, passionately kissing Jihyo one more time, and pulling her naked, cum-streaked body closer, Momo settled in for what promised to be a good catnap.

A/N: Finally, thought this bastard would never get done. Wedding's on Sunday, I'll be gone for a little bit. Thanks for reading, hope everyone enjoyed. This is something I might continue in the future, if anyone wants to give a suggestion. 평화.

[nrc-ramshackle-prefect]

If I had to rate everyone that I know in this world, It would be a little list something like this.

Riddle: 8/10. A little too strict, but he’s kind to me.

Ace; 8/10. He’s chill. Could be better though, hes a little dumb and kind of a jackass.

Deuce; 8.5/10. Kinder than Ace, a lot more understanding.

Cater; 7/10. I like him.. He’s just really overbearing.

Trey; 7/10. To be honest, He creeps me out a little. I brush my teeth, damnit.

Leona; 1.5/10. He’s a fucking asshole to me, and I hate him. Hes gotten a little better after I helped whoop his ass during his Overblot though. 100% could and would kick his ass again.

Jack; 8.7/10! He’s nice, he just doesnt know how to show it. We go jogging together every morning!

Ruggie; 9/10, surprisingly. He’s super sweet and he gets all happy and excited when I cook for him.. Its really cute, honestly. I swear I heard him purring once.

Azul; 8.8/10! He’s nice, and he understands me well. I help him out sometimes, and I try my best to stay on his good side.

Jade; 7/10. In my opinion, The more.. Terrifying of the Leech Twins. At least with Floyd you can tell when he’s pissed at you..

Floyd; 8.9/10. He’s just a little little guy who’s most likely going to get arrested one day. Probably soon.

Kalim; 9.9/10!! Such a sweet, silly little guy. Lighten up on the gifts though.. I dont need all’at.

Jamil; 8.9/10. He’s actually really nice, and I like to help him out. He’s really stressed.

Vil; 10/10. He’s completely understanding of me, and sometimes we go on outings together.

Epel; 9/10. He’s both cute and manly at the same time. Yeah, sure, he’s 5’2, but he could absolutely fucking crush someone if need be.

Rook; 4/10.. He’s nice enough.. but GODS he’s terrifying.

Idia; 10/10. Gamer boys are just so awesome.

Ortho; 10/10, sweetest little thing you ever could see.

Malleus; 10/10. Tsunotaru is a wonderful person.

Silver; 8/10. He fell asleep on me once and I didnt have the heart to move him. Or the squirrel in my lap. He’s super nice, too.

Sebek; 5/10.. He’s so loud. My ears are super sensitive, so I cant be around him for long.. He’s.. kinda nice though. Ish.

Lilia; 9/10. I hate it when he spooks me, but he’s nice and we spend a lot of time gaming together with Idia! Who would’ve guessed he’s as old as he is.

Crowley; 0/10. Absolutely not. Absolute raging narcissist.

Prof. Crewel; 8/10. Despite not being able to TAKE Alchemy, I like to help around the lab and the botanical garden.

Prof. Trein; 8/10. He’s a good teacher, and he’s understanding. He had me tell everyone about my world. It was fun. Bonus point cause Lucius is cute.

Coach Vargas; 3/10.. All that muscle grosses me out, and i cant describe how much I wanted to vomit that time I saw him drink a glass of raw eggs.

Sam; 10/10! He’s a really nice staff member, and he gives me a little bit of a discount on things I cant fully afford. Hes very understanding of my situation.

Neige; 0/10. Im still salty about VDC. Also, he’s kind of the reason Vil overblotted.

Che’nya; 10/10. He’s just a silly little guy.

‘Rielle; ?/10. I’ve never actually met him.

Najima; 10/10, shes super sweet and she’s really funny. Its nice to have a female companion when you’re constantly surrounded by men day in and day out.

Rollo; 0/10. What the FUCK is up with that haircut

Ferris; 10/10. He’s adorable, and he can do no harm. He’s like a cat. Soft and squishy.

Sylvette; 10/10. They’re really nice, and they helped me through the whole ‘rollo’ thing and the seven plauges thing.

Honourable mention;

Atlas ( @official-nrc-prophet); 9/10. He’s really nice, If not a little overwhelmed. I hope he's okay.

[cyanoscarlet]

Already half a year after residency,

but no, I still haven't graduated. Like I said.

I'm just finishing my research paper - already applied for ethics review and am hoping to hear from them soon so I can already start collecting data. I honestly took way too long to get to this point because my brain refuses to cooperate with me, with my many episodes of slumps and breakdowns in between. (Had a major one in February after our department accreditation. My obligations as chief resident having ended, my junior took over the post and I felt like a useless stump. That came way out of left field, I had to see my psychiatrist and they added another medication. So far so good I guess?)

One thing I noticed now that I turned 30 is that my productivity these days only comes in bursts of few hours at most and needs a highly specific type of environment to work. I hate having to go out and spend money at coffee shops just to get work done, but it's been the best way so far. I wasn't this bad during medical school—back then, I was able to concentrate on reviewing at home 1 month before the licensure exam. I really miss the days when I could study/work for long hours / late at night / at home / with moderate distractions / any combination thereof or all of the above. Basically I was more efficient then. Gotta live with what I currently have, though. (sighs)

At the very least I hope to be able to receive my diploma and final clearance from residency this year. Never mind the specialty board exam already, I probably won't make this year's cutoff. But I WILL start to study this year. Also get more regular clinic gigs—I'm not getting any younger yet I've barely saved anything because No, Medicine Isn't As Lucrative A Career As You Think. (Or maybe it's only like this in the PH. I dunno. But I suspect everyone who works in the health industry shares this sentiment to some degree because who in the high places actually cares about us, really?)

In other (happier) news I've been able to write a little again! Super grateful I got back into Juuni Kokki (Twelve Kingdoms) last May/June, then FF16 this July! My brainworms are starting to live again and I'm somewhat energized by the fan stuff I'm reading. Also was able to churn out some short fics so that's also a win. Am hoping to hit a more stable stride on this front once I'm done-ish with research so I can go back to finish some older works and find time to submit to anthologies/publications again. (The literary kind. I'm not hoping on anything on the academic/research front but it'd be a nice bonus, but I'm totally happy without it.)

Turns out 2023's still a year of uncertainty, but definitely less pressuring than residency. Being away from the hospital really helped. Having the time to decompress, to take my time on things, to slow down a little. Honestly it's selfish of me to wish this would last forever, but it can't. I have to move on to a more stable position in life, in my career after this. I guess we'll see what happens by then.