#worked out to our advantage in like every way so i need to chill out

[gentlethorns]

moving this week 😟 ahhhhh

[mo0nfics]

Dress - Max verstappen

Ship: Max Verstappen × fem!reader

word count: 1771 words

warnings: fingering, car sex, unprotected sex, swearing, mentions of alcohol.

Au: This was my first ever proper smit chapter. Please do give me suggestions how I can write better and send me requests and suggestions for more one shots.

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Getting into a f1 team as a staff and becoming good friends with the drivers has the advantage of partying till late hours and disadvantage of still working the next day with a bad hangover.

Today was the same as every Sunday night. A race ends, the winner gets the trophy and the party begins.

I had gotten close to Max after I joined red bull as an engineer. We had interacted when I was doing an intership but we got pretty close after I got a proper contract to join red bull.

Since I had gotten close to Max, he had introduced me to most of the racers on the grid. Lando Norris being one of them.

Lando and I became friends soon after we met and got close to becoming best friends. Our relation was more like siblings unlike mine and Max's.

I am unsure of how my relationship with Max is. We are friends but there are moments I feel like there is something more. I think I may have caught some feelings for him.

The race has ended well, Max with another p1 win, which mean that partying tonight would feel fun like most of the nights.

I check myself in the mirror if my dress was perfect and my makeup looked perfect.

I was wearing a black short dress that ended up mid way of my thighs. The dress was sexy yet elegant at the same time, it could be worn in a formal event and you could follow it up for the after party as well. There was some shimmer that could catch the eyes of the people around but not too  much to blind them.

I checked the time to know I was as always late to the party. I rushed in the club trying to find my people, Max and Lando, one would be chilling at the bar and another would be taking pictures of everyone.

I spotted Lando standing on a chair taking picture of Carlos.

"Hey Guys!" I said disturbing them from their photo session. They looked at me annoyed but then realised it was me and greeted me back with "Hi y/n", Carlos looked back at the camera as Lando kept telling him to look at it, "Max is with some guys near the bar" said Carlos still looking at the camera. I replied with a "Thank you!" And walked away.

I spotted Max who was with a few racers and a girl. A GIRL.

I felt weird about it but ignored it, it wasn't like he was flirting with her or anything, right. Right?

I walked towards them trying to keep my emotions inside me and failing successfully as Max asks me, "are you fine?" To which I just nod. "I'll get myself a drink" max follows me to the bar to which I say "you don't need to come with me" it sounded a bit rude for my liking. Max just ignored what I said and was still with me.

I ordered my drink and max sat on one of the bar stools looking at me. "Who was that girl?" I asked something I didn't want to ask but I couldn't suppress my curiosity. "She's Lance's girlfriend" I questioned him as soon as he finished the word girlfriend, "why were you so close to her?" I sounded jealous but fuck it, I didn't like the way that girl was being so close to Max. "I don't know, y/n" he sighed.

I drowned my drink faster than I would usually and ordered another one getting a look from Max telling me ' I'm not fine'.

I know I'm not fine, I think I like Max, I know the feelings aren't given back, it's a literal one sided thing. I feel weird how I bought this dress with him in my mind, so I could impress him and he wouldn't even care about it.

I am someone you cannot trust with alcohol and yes, I have a bad tolerance thats why it I look a little to out of my mind, Max would be the one following me to the bar to keep me in check and I hate how much he takes care of me (I don't really hate it, I'm just frustrated as fuck).

I had ordered my third drink, gulping down the last two, making me already tipsy, just a little, okay not just a little. Before Max could say anything I had ordered my drink.

Max took the drink even before it could reach me and started sipping it slowly, "you'll regret it" he said softly knowing how stubborn I could get he didn't even give me a chance to speak.

I just looked at Max, more like stared at him. His eyes were so blue and pretty, he lips were the perfect colour of pink. Gosh I wanted to kiss him so bad.

When I was teenager my moto was 'YOLO'.  A bit cringe  and cliché but it did the work. I obviously had a few regrets but those regrets turned into memories that I love reminiscing over.

So I did what my teenage self would do. I cupped his face and kissed him. I knew what I was doing but I couldn't control it.

Max pulled back immediately, "Y/n" he looked into my eyes, "you'll regret it" I shook my head, "i'll regret if I don't do anything" and the next moment Max kissed me.

I was a bit shocked at his response but I kissed him back, moving my lips along with his going in a rhythm, one that could not be copied.

My hands travelled to the nape of his neck and then one of my hand playing with his hair pulling him closer.

His hands travelled up and down my back. Feeling every inch of it.

We broke the kiss due to the lack of oxygen entering our lungs. "Fuck, I wanted to do this for so long" max whispered, I kissed him with love rather than lust.

Max's lips left sloppy kisses going towards my neck, sucking on a spot to mark me his. I softly moaned and bit my lips, rolled my eyes and tilted my head back feeling the pleasure.

"Max, let's go somewhere private" I whispered trying to supress a moan. Max nodded and kissed my lips again making me melt, he pulls back and takes my hand leading me to his car.

Before he opened the door to the back seat he asked softly catching me off gaurd "Y/n, you won't regret it, right?" I looked into his eyes, "I'll regret not doing this with you", he smashed his lips onto mine roughly, like he wanted to do this all along. Like he couldn't get himself to stop.

He opened the car door and he went in hastily, I went in after him, he motioned me to sit on his lap. I faced towards him, his hands caressing my inner thighs, kissing me roughly. I moaned softly at this sensation. My hands resting on his head bringing him closer.

Max swiftly layed me on the seat, keeping one my legs on his shoulders. He kissed my inner thighs, I wanted to close my legs at this new but familiar feeling.

"Max" i moaned as he kissed my inner thigh, gently placing his fingers on top of my clothed heat. I moan in ecstasy. I wanted him to touch me, I wanted him to ruin me.

The moment he slides off my panties and says looking at me in the eyes "do you know how bad I wanted you" and starts rubbing my clit with his thumb, "fuck.....mmmh.....max" I moan feeling his fingers entering me. He slides off the left strap of my dress and starts caressing my breasts, feeling my hard nipples and pinching them, making me moan louder. I held onto the back seat for life not trusting myself with my body.

I felt a knotting feeling in my stomach, my toes curling, my moans getting louder, "max" i breathed "I'm gonna come" I said and moaned as his fingers went faster.

I came with a loud moan, probably the whole area heard it.

"Max" I said seductively "I bought this dress so you could take it off" and I felt him tensing under my skin. Max kissed me before sliding of my dress, checking out my body "You're so pretty" Max whispered in my ears before kissing my neck, I tilted my head towards the opposite side to give him more space.

"I want you so bad" I whispered, touching his bare chest and and then travelling down to unbutton his jeans. He helped to pull them down to his knees and slid his boxers till his knees.

I pushed him to the seat and sat on his laps. He didn't utter a word, he held onto my ass and looked into my eyes. Gosh, his gorgeous blue eyes.

He helped me enter his cock into my mine. I hissed at his size, he kissed my lips, massaging my breasts, "fuck" I muttered as I started grinding my hips slowly. He groaned and held tightly on my ass moving me faster. Our moans filled the car. I was pretty people could see our silhouette from outside. I moved my hips faster.

He swiftly put me under him, and pushed deep in me, "fuck" i moaned.

"You're taking it so good" he groaned and increased his pace. He wrapped his hands around my neck going deeper inside me. My hands on his back, making my mark on the back.

I feel another orgasm coming, curling my toes, "don't do it yet" he said and went in faster than before, my moans were uncontrollable.

He came to my ear level caressing my body, putting pressure on my clit by his thumb. "do it" and as on cue I came all over his cock. He took it out from inside on came on my waist.

He kissed my forehead. "You want go in or go to the hotel" he said pulling his boxers and jeans up. "Let's go back and cuddle" he nodded and then gave me another kiss before handing me my panties and dress. "Let's go cuddle, then" he said and got out to sit in the driver's seat. I wore my clothes hastily and sat on the passanger seat. "I've always wanted to do this" I said holding his hand, he put a loose strand behind my ear and kissed me, "you're the best thing I've ever waited for".

[wrestletotheground]

~ promptober day 3 ~

scary movies - ross macdonald fluff

no cws just cute boyfriend ross

the buzz of the doorbell rang through the house, waking me up from my nap. I tapped on my phone to check the time. 7pm. 'shit', I muttered, jumping out of bed and hurrying down the stairs to answer. I swung the door open to see ross standing there with a huge smile on his face. he looked so adorable in his black hoodie and grey tracksuit bottoms, hair tied back into a clean ponytail, the leaves and trees of the garden framing him in red, brown and orange.

'hi baby', I said, diving straight into his open arms, letting him envelop me in him. I breathed in his scent, warm and comforting in the chill of the october air. 'i missed you darling', he said, pulling away slightly to look down into my eyes. 'I missed you too, the 9 hours you've been gone felt like too long', I replied truthfully. we'd been living together for 3 months and it still felt surreal, waking up beside the love of my life every day and spending more time with him than ever on days we had off from work (and in his case, touring).

it was then I noticed the shopping bag on the ground by his side. he saw me looking, and without me having to ask, said 'I thought we could have a little movie night to kick off the start of spooky season. I went to tesco on the way home and got all of our favourite snacks'.

my heart melted at the gesture. after the long week I'd had this was just what I needed. 'ross,' i cooed, pouting my bottom lip. 'what did i do to deserve you?' I asked, resting my chin on his chest. he smile at me before leaning down to kiss me gently. 'go in and pick a film love, ill get food sorted'.

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10 minutes later he reappeared from the kitchen balancing a bowl of buttered popcorn, 2 cans of cherry coke, a bag of chilli heatwave doritos under his arm, sour cream dip and a bag of m&ms between his teeth. 'jesus, someone took advantage of their clubcard', I laughed, getting up to help him put everything down. 'I got it, I got it', he said around the m&m packet, squatting down to the coffee table. he flicked off the big light, leaving just the warm glow of the lamp in the corner and the tv screen. he then produced a lighter from his pocket and bent down to light the scented candle across from us.

once everything was set up he sat down beside me on the couch. the atmosphere was so cosy and cute, it truly felt like halloween season now.

I returned my gaze to the tv, flicking through the endless films under "halloween" on netflix. 'have you still not decided?' he asked. 'listen. there's a lot of options', I started, looking over to see him looking at me incredulously. 'fifteen minutes I was gone for, unbelievable', he replied, shaking his head. 'ten', I mumbled, pushing his arm playfully, still swiping through the catalogue of spooky films.

'what about one of them tim burton ones you have on dvd?' I snapped my head around, gasping theatrically. 'ross. you're a genius' I replied. I practically ran over to turn on the dvd player. I picked up the corpse bride, my favourite, and showed it to him. 'perfect, whatever you want darling', he said, grinning.

I put it on and sat back beside him. he put his arm around me and I lay into him contently as the opening credits played. I pulled the blanket down from the end of the couch over us and snuggled into him. his thumb rubbed up and down on my arm comfortingly, a constant reminder of his love for me.

I took a moment to look around the room. everything was perfect. ross, the film, the seasonal decorations, the pumpkin spice candle burning on the fireplace in our living room. our home. together.

{s/o to @abiiors for the cutest prompts I'm having sm fun reading n writing them 🤭}

[euphorianyx]

DADDY ISSUES [DAWN] -10-

Pairing: JungKook & Reader Genre: Smut /Intriguing/Violent/Soapy/Fluff/ Angst |+18| Summary: Two hearts that still burned for each other... I was water, he was fire ; together, we turned into haze He wanted my light, I wanted his pain Even if we try to deny, our hearts knew their way Money, glory, power for life, us was all we needed in the end ⟪A/N: Please do not copy or publish my work on other platforms without my permission. Every and each like & reblog are highly appreciated.⟫

⨳ DADDY ISSUES SUNSET -prequel- ⨳ ⨳ DADDY ISSUES DAWN other chapters ⨳ ⨳ DADDY ISSUES PLAYLIST ⨳

“What the heck is going on here?”

JungKook kept watching the car with furrowed eyebrows. His voice showed a bit of confusion, but his face was what got you. He was ice-cold, and you knew whatever going on would not be for good.

“JungKook”

You tried to get an explanation from him. His sort of deep yet velvety voice filled the air of the car.

“Did you see my father before you got here?”

Closing your eyes, a regretful sigh escaped from you.

“Yes ! I mean, I kind of talked back to him but… I… Uhh…”

Losing the way to your words, you began rambling. Much to your surprise, JungKook let out a crazy chuckle.

“Babydoll… You always find a way to amaze me.”

Gasping in utter shock, you could not help mocking his remark.

“I showed up with explosives, and what amazed you was me opposing your father?”

JungKook tilted his head once, like he was making a private joke. Any other human being spoke to him that way would beg to die within minutes. It was only and only you.

“My life… I will end what you started. Right now, something is going on, but I don't know what yet.”

After that remark, you were not able to form a single word. Jungkook has never called you 'my life' before. That was the softest you have heard of him so far. However, the rest of the sentence was vantablack.

The white car beside you sped up and cut through your way with a loud break. His eagle gaze never leaving the man, JungKook reached for the door whilst finishing his sentence.

“Stay in the car.”

Was what you heard before JungKook got out. For some reason, the man got out of the car as well and greeted JungKook. JungKook seemed far from patience. He arched his eyebrows while his eyes were busy tearing the man standing before him.

“Speak.”

Since he was not as tall as JungKook, the man tried his best to take the advantage by fixing his fresh clean suit.

“Mr. Park wants his daughter back. Apologies ahead, but Father Jeon does not want you to get involved any further.”

Watching their interaction closely, you knew… Knew one of the worst scenarios was about to unfold. A smirk spread across JungKook's face. The unhinged smirk you were quite familiar with… And his eyes light up.

“Call my father.”

Smiling, Jae Oh turned around and put his gun under JungKook's chin. Then he dialed the number of his father.

Upon seeing the shiny metal, the panic was evident in your eyes. You were scared of JungKook getting hurt again. However, he seemed as if he was getting ready to play an arcade game.

Father Jeon's deep voice met them through the speakers. JungKook spoke cheerfully.

“Father, I see you are getting old.”

His father's cold voice echoed.

“You are smart enough to know I have no option, son.”

JungKook's tone was almost mocking. Only if his father actually could read.

“Oh you don't father.”

Maybe he could understand how serious it ended.

“But I do.”

Then JungKook directed his words at the man sitting across father Jeon in suit and tie.

“Mr. Park, I guess the drink with my father was profitable.”

The replied with a dry voice, as he shifted on the comfy chair.

“Indeed it was.”

JungKook let out a bone chilling chuckle.

“I hope Jimin loved the chrysants through his goodbye. I did not plan them for Min Ae, but if I must; I will have fresh ones ready for you.”

Mr. Park had no idea what the situation was and thought he must step in to save his daughter. Hearing those words from JungKook was unsettling for him. Mr. Park cleared his throat while he was thinking of how to respond, JungKook cut the line. The phone loosely hung between JungKook's fingers. Right when Jae Oh's hand reached, JungKook let it fall on the ground. Jae Oh shook his head.

“Such a basic move for someone like you, Jeon.”

Then he pointed at the phone with his gun.

“Take it.”

JungKook's lips dropped into a serious pout. He crouched and grabbed a handful of dry foil from the roadside. Back on his feet, JungKook threw the foil at Jae Oh's eyes. Through his blink, JungKook already caught his wrist. Of course, Jae Oh was trained not to give up.

He raised his left leg to kick JungKook. However, the pain was not enough for JungKook to let go. It only bought a couple of seconds to Jae Oh, but it was not enough. JungKook did not go for the gun. He went straight for Jae Oh's chest. Cut out of breath, gun already fell from his hand. JungKook kicked it away, grabbed Jae Oh by his neck and continuously kicked him.

Jae Oh's left brow and lip were bleeding. His ribs were probably injured. With the last immense effort, Jae Oh lifted his head slightly, only for JungKook to grit his teeth and forcefully put his foot on his cheek. Jae Oh was unconscious after all the beating. JungKook grabbed him by his neck, dragged his body till the car. Lifted the heavy body up with both hands and threw Jae Oh in the trunk.

Watching everything, you just knew better to keep the silence. JungKook still had the warm blood on his hands.

“Whatever happens, you will be with me, right?”

JungKook tried to reassure himself. The way his voice softened in the end got through you. You knew something was coming, but you trusted JungKook.

“I will…”

Those words seemed simple yet heavier than any wow. You both knew you could not be apart. The only option left was to face everything together. He took your hand and never let go till the car reached the mansion. As JungKook pulled up by the door, Yugyeom and Johan came running toward you. You had no idea how he managed to put himself together, but Yugyeom was fresh and clean. JungKook asked with such a chilly tone that it kind of spooked you as well.

“Are they still here?”

Yugyeom gave JungKook a sharp nod.

JungKook directed his eyes at Johan, tilted his head to the side of the car.

“Luggage… I am planning a show.”

With no words, Johan made his way to the back of the car. He opened the trunk and dragged the unconscious man out. Seemed a bit surprised, Yugyeom informed JungKook.

“I will get Havoc and Ruffian ready, but…”

His eyes drifted to your side for a brief moment. JungKook kindly put his hands on each side of your arms.

“Babydoll, let's get you upstairs, so you can clean up and rest.”

You did not move.

“Havoc and Ruffian?”

JungKook closed his eyes and sighed.

“My German Shepherds. Now let's go.”

He held his hand out, and you took it kind of unwillingly.

“You have got dogs that I have never seen?!”

JungKook avoided your eyes as he rushed you inside the big mansion.

“Yes because they are wild. Only two people allowed near them.”

You did not need to ask who because you already figured the second person was Yugyeom. Curiosity outweighing your tiredness, you stopped before you stepped on the stairs.

“I want to see them.”

JungKook sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Doll, that will be a process, maybe later.”

You stood on your feet, not taking any step.

“Then tell me what you are going to do.”

JungKook had enough of your little antics. He narrowed his eyes, then you were swept off of your feet. To keep your balance, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you in his arms.

“Why?”

You asked; half smiley, half serious.

“You are being stubborn. We are going to the bedroom.”

JungKook arrived to the large door of the room you have not been in for a while. You shyly opened it, as JungKook did not lose any time to step inside. He slowly put you down, caused you to look up at him with curious eyes.

"I need to change."

Was his reasonable explanation since you both were still covered in dust and dirt. He disappeared into the bathroom. You heard the water running for a few minutes. Jungkook walked out, a towel wrapped around his groins, hanging dangerously low. Smiling at you, JungKook picked a sunray colored shirt and dry seagrass colored trousers. While he was buttoning his shirt, you walked up to help. JungKook's large hand cupped your face as he looked directly into your eyes.

“Now, be a good girl… Stay here, clean up and get ready for me.”

Pretending that you did not get him, you took a step to get close again.

“You told me to have some rest.”

JungKook wrapped his arm around your waist as he pressed your bodies together. Giving you a short yet fiery kiss, he whispered in your ear.

“Obviously you don't want to, so I will help you.”

Giving you a playful smirk, he walked out of the door. Within a minute, one of the maids showed up. She greeted you respectfully.

“How would you like your bath, Mrs. Jeon? I can prepare some daisies, melissa and lavender to help you relax. Would you rather some dried sweet basil and sea salt to give you some energy?”

The simple thought of warm water was enough for you to relax, but you still wanted to see what JungKook was planning.

“Basil and sea salt, please.”

Unaware of the chaos that was about to unfold, you let your body soak in the refreshing water.

Meanwhile, JungKook casually walked out of the door to greet the small crowd in the garden by the table.

“Father”

JungKook greeted the old man in fine suit with a devilish spark in his eyes. Then he directed his eyes to Mr. Park. JungKook looked down at the hand he held out, almost mockingly. Ignoring it, JungKook took his place as the entrees were already served.

His eyes laid on Min Ae, who was sitting across him. She cheekily smiled at JungKook as if nothing happened. As if this was an ordinary, peaceful family dinner. Mr. Park, had a bite of his paçanga pastry, then drifted his eyes back to JungKook.

“You know, your father and I have go way back.”

Still wearing his poker face, JungKook answered the old man with gray hair and fine suit.

“I know… Almost to the building of the company.”

The old man smiled back while his hoarse voice filled the air again.

“If it was not for that, tonight would be a lot worse.”

An arrogant smile bloomed on JungKook's lips.

“Oh, it will be a lot worse.”

All present at the table were astonished upon hearing that statement. Even the maids that were serving the supper. They quickened their work and left with no words. Mr. Park was the one that broke the eerie silence.

“I believe no one has such an intention.”

A chilling chuckle from JungKook echoed.

“Mr. Park… The history of our generation is a little different from yours.”

Mr. Park's face hardened as his voice drifted.

“I am aware…but my son already paid the price for that.”

JungKook nodded twice then raised his hand. After his little gesture; YugYeom and the low growl of the dogs made their entrance.

“That is why tonight is just a little warning.”

Yugyeom followed the stone path and arrived to the wooden arbor. JungKook slowly made his way to the same place and removed the cover of Jae Oh. The beaten man squinted his eyes after the bright light hit his eyes.

Upon seeing two dogs with their teeth showing, Jae Oh began begging JungKook for mercy. Although, those calls were in vain. JungKook crouched to reach Havoc and Ruffian. Obediently, dogs just got closer to him. JungKook petted them both a few times. Dogs never looked away from JungKook.

“Are you hungry?”

Havoc let out a small growl, making JungKook smile.

“Of course you are… Go, here is your dinner.”

Under the horrified gaze of the small crowd, Havoc and Ruffian ripped apart the man in front of them. The agonizing screams of Jae Oh went on for a few minutes. Then they died down while the dogs were busy with his remains.

Finally regaining some energy, you stepped out of the tub. Grabbing the towel waiting, you walked out of the bathroom. Since nothing changed in his room, you made your way to the familiar dressing room. Considering JungKook's choice of color, you opted for a knee-length peach-colored dress. Fixing your hair into a ponytail, you felt you looked a bit decent at least.

Making your way to the window, you realized Min Ae was there by the table. Then your eyes shifted to the arbor. You froze as you witnessed the last minute of two dogs' cruel feast. Hand on your mouth, you just backed away from the window. You could feel your stomach started to get sick. You took a deep breath, grabbed a glass of water from the mini bar on the corner. Furthermore, you could not let that scene get to you.

Walking downstairs, you tried your best to keep calm and collected. The shock was still evident in the eyes of everyone by the table. When JungKook saw you, his first instinct was to send the dogs away with Yugyeom. Then he put the cover back on the ground. Regardless of his efforts, you could see the blood on the green leaves around the arbor. JungKook met you through halfway to the table.

“Babydoll, I told you to wait in our room.”

His whisper carried the hints of worry and annoyance. Your stare challenged him, even if you did not intend to.

"You asked me if I would be with you, whatever happens. And I said yes, Jungkook."

His fingers gently held your chin.

“I meant it Y/N…”

Then his voice softened.

“I just did not want you to see that gruesome mess.”

Your fingers slowly reached and caressed his ear before you fixed his dark hair.

“I know… I promised, so I am here for it all.”

After the reassurance, JungKook gave you an accepting nod and a soft smile. He held your hand above his as you walked toward the table. The crowd was still under the effect of not so little show of Jungkook. Mr. Jeon almost fell back on his chair. He uncomfortably loosened his tie. Mr. Park stepped away from the table as he told Min Ae to follow him. Before they could make another move, JungKook called out.

“Leaving already? I think you should stay for the dessert.”

Knowing well they had no chance, Mr. Park gestured his daughter to sit back while he did so. Mr. Park realized JungKook was far worse than he thought of. Not crossing his line was the only thing they could do. JungKook lifted your hand a little higher to place a little kiss. After that, he pulled the chair for you to sit. Silence took over again while maids served apple pies to everyone.

“Sorry for the inconvenience, Father.”

JungKook said while he cut the pie in front of him.

“Maybe you should try someone more professional.”

Father Jeon did not even try to say anything back. He just palmed his face out of stress. JungKook changed the cut pie with yours. Noticing Min Ae's eyes on him irked something in you.

“Mr. Park, I was hoping Min Ae to be our guest for a couple of days.”

[mitochondriencocktail]

For the kiss prompt … 11 & 12? 🥺

doing these in reverse because i want them to be happy HAHA Decided to randomly pull from the unwritten nerd!bojan x hockey player!jere college au that's just chilling in pieces on my drive i hope that's ok ;o;

12... in grief

Bojan's heart falls to the floor as the words tumble out of his mouth.

I think we should break up.

Katrina, too patient, too understanding, too kind, had given Bojan a teary-eyed smile when he told her. She isn't stupid, she'd seen the growing distance between them. The way he and Jere had become inexplicably closer over the last several months.

Kat knocks their foreheads together, the dorm bed creaking with age.

“Fuck you, Bojan Cvjetićanin.”

“Well, probably not anymore.”

She lets out a sob of a laugh and Bojan opens his arms, letting Kat rest her weight on him. A familiar comfort to them both. 

After a moment of silence: “Is it him?”

Bojan stiffens.

“Yeah.”

“I can’t believe I lost you to a hockey player,” she snorts through her tears.

“You didn’t lose me,” he says. “Just… recalibrating our relationship.”

“Okay, Mr. Sociology degree.”

“I still love you. Just... in a way that might be a bit different than we were both expecting.”

A sigh. Kat rolls over so she can stare at the ceiling again.

“I love you, too.”

After Kat leaves, the weight of it all sinks in. The grief of heartbreak tears through him.

Bojan opens his phone.

Bojan: you free?

Jere: what’s up jokerman Jere: yes always for you ♥️😉 Jere: Bojan?

Bojan: Kat and i broke up

Jere: oh Jere: shit Jere: I am sorry 😟 Jere: you want me come over? Bojan: no i’m ok Bojan: i mean i’m not ok but i’m ok Bojan: just wanted someone to talk with Bojan: if you’re ok just texting? Jere: bojan keep me company while i finish homework 🥰

Bojan: haha what’re you working on?

Jere: [img_3452] Jere: medieval art paper 😔 Jere: idk why they make me take class

Bojan: LOL

Jere: not funny!! I suffering Jere: fuck off bojan Jere: sori Jere: i take it back

Bojan: no it’s ok it was funny

Jere: bojan think i’m funny 🥰🥰🥰 Jere: big mistake Jere: can i come over?

He hesitates, but manages to remain firm. Not tonight. His heart is still raw.

Bojan: i think i just need the room to myself Bojan: but tomorrow for sure let’s hang out

Jere: okei Jere: tomorrow yes promise ❤️😘

Bojan: Promise ❤️

11... in joy

The trek back isn’t long but the silence stretches between them, random chatter about the project, a few comments about the party. No mention of girls or dates or hurt feelings. When they get to Bojan’s apartment, Jere lingers, so Bojan beckons him in. 

“You should drink some water after that keg stand.” 

Jere beams as he’s handed a glass while seated on the couch. “You see me do it?” 

“You were the only thing anybody could stare at while it was happening.” 

A flush creeps across Jere’s face. He hides his smile in a sip of water, face obscured by the cup, but the crinkles around his eyes that stay trained on Bojan say otherwise. 

“Do…” Bojan flounders. He has the advantage of self-awareness in the situation, but he’s turning over every possible outcome. Analyzing. Assessing. 

Or, as Jere’s about to put it— “Bojan look like he need to shit.” 

“Oh fuck off,” Bojan says, cushioning it with a laugh as he catches the slight wince in Jere’s expression. 

He wipes a hand down his face, reaches for his book on the coffee table, and plops bodily down onto the couch, swinging his legs up and into Jere’s lap. 

“Do…?” Jere prods him. 

“I was going to ask if you wanted to stay, but,” Bojan motions to where his legs are occupying Jere’s lap, “I’ve decided you have no choice in the matter now.” 

Jere stares at Bojan. 

He looks up at him, still dejected, and sees it: this hasn’t clicked for Jere yet.

Jere rubs a hand along Bojan’s shin and breaks the eye contact with a giggle. He leans his head back on the couch and smiles. They sit in comfortable silence as Bojan thumbs through his book, letting the words on the page wash him away. 

“You going to go on new dates now?”

Bojan sets the book down. Stifles a sigh. Resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. He’s going to really do this, isn’t he? 

“Well, I actually have a study date with some weird guy from the hockey team."

Jere’s hand that had been, up until then, rubbing up and down Bojan’s shin goes still. With a comically suspicious look, he regards Bojan; eyes narrowed, an open look of concentration. 

“Is… it’s me? Are you talking about me?” 

Jere does not make this easy. 

“Yeah,” Bojan nods. “I-“ Words catch in his throat. “I think we should try to make some headway on our project.” 

“Oh,” Jere nods, simple as that. “Okei.”

C’mon, please, figure it out, Bojan thinks.

He beams at Bojan, entirely unselfconscious, unaware. 

“Maybe we get lunch before? I have practice in morning.” And just like that, he’s switched gears. Bouncing and thrumming. 

“Sure,” Bojan nods, opening his book up again, but he can’t focus on a single word. Not when his heart is racing like this. “Yeah, we can do lunch.” 

“Maybe dinner too?” his voice is hesitant but inquiring, the sound of gears grinding evident in his head.

“Yeah, Jere, we can do dinner together too.” Bojan thinks he might be going insane and it’s all thanks to one Finnish exchange student.

"That make me so happy," Jere cheeses suddenly, a dreamy expression on his face, the faintest flush of alcohol on his cheeks. Bojan watches as Jere works through the final stretch of this puzzle in real time. He stares at Bojan with those unwavering, attentive eyes, surfacing suddenly from underneath the murk of his emotions. He flits between shock and confusion and amusement in a span of seconds, ending up with an expression that looks like he's been sucker punched right between the sternum.

"Oh," Jere breathes out.

Joy simmers between them.

The book falls to the floor. Bojan's drawing in his legs from Jere's lap. Clambering forward on all fours across the couch.

He leans in and kisses Jere.

[musical-chan]

Father of Time Chapter 17: Just Another Thing We Lost In The Fire

The next morning was sunny but with a chill in the air that spoke of the coming winter.  Link took full advantage of the warm breakfast at the inn, eating as many helpings as he could fit in his stomach.  As they left, he spared at glance back towards the temple with a little sigh.  "You didn't want to stay for a bit? So you could, I dunno, hang out with your brother some more?"

"If it wasn't so late in the season, perhaps.  It will only get colder from here and, even after we see Mother Din, we have a long way to reach the last Spring."

"Are you going to be able to see him again?"

Deity tousled his son's hair affectionately as they reached the top of the town and prepared to ride the horses once again. "Of course.  Now that we both know, we will search each other out. It is in our nature to Protect together when the need arises."

Link nodded and swung back up on Epona's back. The horse whinnied and tossed her head, eager to be off on such a nice day and the boy was content to let her gallop off into the grass. He had mailed off his letters to Malon and Zelda that morning, had a good breakfast, was able to wash up a little and felt the most rested he had in weeks.  Honestly, it was a good day.  Link was better able to enjoy the sights as they rode down further into what Deity had called Akkala.  They passed farms in the distance and he could see a town down in a hollow to their west. They did not pass any monsters that day and Link knew that Oceans had spoke true about protecting the coast. This land felt much the same as Hyrule did with the Fierce Deity around.  By evening, more clouds had blown in off the ocean and the pair set up their shelter for the first time.

"Well, the sun was nice while it lasted."  Link crouched by the firewood, draining through his magic in an attempt to dry the wood out enough to light. The steady stream of fire eventually took hold and he cheered at the tenuous flame. 

"You will wish for the rain when we get to Eldin."

"Bet you I won't."  Link grinned and plopped the pot into the fire. "I've had enough wet to last me a lifetime, I swear."  He was getting better at camp cooking and carefully portioned out rice into the pot. It was nice to have any sort of grain again; he had been getting tired of the meat and wild greens they had scrounged up the last week or so.  "How long is it going to take, dad?  To get to the Spring?"

"Perhaps a week, maybe two if the weather grows unruly."

"Man, it's a shame the Song of Storms doesn't stop the rain. That would have been handy."

In the end, it took just over a week to travel across the rolling grasslands and scattered trees.  It was a beautiful land and Link thought he might have actually enjoyed visiting it more if it wasn't for the rain that seemed to fall every other day.  At least they had something to sleep under and he was getting much better at drying out wood that seemed perpetually damp so they could have some sort of fire.  And they had one more night in an inn, a few days out from the village that housed the priestesses for Din's Spring.  The town they stopped in was pleasant, a farming village with an amazing array of produce. They even had carrots that the boy bought to give Epona as a treat. And then bought twice that number for Luna so she wouldn't get jealous. 

Soon they would be at the volcano and Link tried to imagine what meeting the second Goddess would be like.

(Read the Rest on AO3!)

[gloryofdawn]

I need to scream into the void because I could not scream at the food service workers, so you all get to hear my rant.

My wife and I wanted to get some food on the way home from my parents' house. We put in an order through the mobile app of a sub shop we really enjoy.

I walked into the restaurant five minutes after the pick up time. It took a minute before anyone acknowledged me, as they were having a big rush. This is fine. I'm told my food isn't ready yet, but they're working on it. This is also fine. I am very laid back and tolerant of delays, because life happens fast and you need to be understanding with people, because you'd want them to be understanding with you when life happens fast to you.

For almost forty minutes, every single person who came in for in store ordering or carry out left with their food before I did. On several occasions, I heard someone in the back call out, "Is anyone here for Glory?" To which I would respond yes, someone in the front would call back that yes, Glory is here.

After the roughly forty minutes, I just asked them to refund the order, because my wife was waiting in the car (!) with our dog (!!) and newborn child (!!!) and I needed to get them home. At this time, they had just begun working on my sandwiches. After two people and five minutes, they determined that they couldn't get the machine to refund me and needed to call someone about it. I gave them my phone number and left, because I could not wait for the above reasons.

The moral of the story is, don't fucking ignore a customer in your store who is waiting for an order that should have been ready since before he arrived in favor of people who come in after him. It's exceptionally rude and unprofessional. And like, I'm normally super chill and not the kind of guy who would complain about this, but I feel my patience was extremely taken advantage of.

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

AU of GNR going to a carnival?

Hi, my brain could only come up with headcanons, so I hope you like it. Also I might have blended a bit of how luna parks work here, because honestly I'm not American and carnival to me is like the Venice carnival hahaha.

Axl:

- Mr recklessness himself. He will try every ride that looks like it could kill you.

-"Axl, I'm not going on something that looks like it's about to shoot me out of space. "

-"C'mon it's going to be fun!"

- Probably he will drag you into the house of horrors but then you both get scared.

- He will spoil you. Are you hungry? He will buy every treat you want. You see a cute souvenir? Boom, it's paid and in your bag now.

- However he is extremely competitive. Shooting gallery? He will look like those poor targets own him money. He wants to win the plushie and he will win the plushie for you.

- If he succeeds, he makes sure you get the biggest one, if he doesn't, he will pout but still try to have fun for you.

- Beside the shooting gallery, his worst enemy is the punching machine. He wants to impress you, no matter what, even if you are aware of how strong he is.

-"Babe c'mon. No need to impress me, that's not our first date!"

-"I gotta beat my record!"

-Before getting home, you will have your romantic moment on the top of the ferris-wheel.

Slash:

-Slash loves rides, especially the one that will spike your adrenaline. So be ready to not have a break.

-You will both scream at the top of your lungs, out of excitement and fear.

-If your stomach is upset, he will take pity on you and wait before hopping on the next ride.

-Even more than rides, he loves the haunted house. If you are a big horror fan like you, then great!

-But if you are not, you either gather your courage or don't follow him.

- He will probably be so happy to be scared by random noises and flashing lights. He has even the courage to tell you that he didn't find it scary enough.

-"To be honest that scream wasn't even that scary."

-" I'm happy you didn't, because I found it very fucking scary."

- He will wear his sunglasses on every ride, it doesn't matter that you get thrown upside down. Somehow they will stay on him.

- If either you manage to win a prize, you already know if there's a snake stuffed animal, he will choose it and you will make him carry it around.

-"We should call it Elton John, it will make him a gentleman"

- Slash will laugh and you will know everything is worth that smile.

Duff:

-Duff loves carnivals, he didn't have a lot of money growing up so he didn't manage to go often.

- He will take advantage of his height at any time and make lighthearted jokes about you being shorter than him.

-"Are you sure you can go on this ride? Are you tall enough?"

-Jokes on him tho, because you drag him on the carousel and other rides for people who are not as tall as he is.

-"Is the horse too small for you, Duffy?

- Food doesn't discriminate and you make sure to get different dishes so you can taste them all, from funnel cake to chicken and waffle.

- You convince him (more like he pretends to have to be convinced) to go on the ferris-wheel for a romantic moment.

- The view isn't the best but the kiss at the very top pays off everything. You even joke about how this is the way Duff sees the world, so up there, and he will laugh.

- Lastly you want to take a photo in a tiny photo booth, to remember this day.

-Needless to say you take a few minutes to figure out how to get both in frame, without cutting Duff's head in the picture.

-"Say cheese!"

-" I can't feel my legs anymore."

-" But look how cute you are in this!" And you really mean it.

Izzy:

-he is not a big fan of carnival, but he will still go with you.

- Will skip most rides with the excuse that he needs to hold your stuff and he likes to look at it better anyway.

- You will manage to drag him to some rides, and he will be the most chill even while he is excited.

- "Did you have fun?"

-"It was okay. I liked when it felt like we were about to fall into the void."

- However you discover he has a secret talent : guessing how much something weighs by holding it.

- How's that helpful at a carnival? A game where you have to guess precisely the weight of an object.

-He will win a giant teddy bear that will make you both take turns to hold.

-"Why are you so good with weights?"

-"My previous "legal" job? "

-You know he had fun, even if might not show it. He can be just as crazy and childish as the rest of the band.

Steven:

-He is a child at heart so he will try every ride. Every single one of them.

-He will drag you to the carousel, saying it's not only for kids but for couples too.

-He is not the most precise with tiro al segno, but he will manage to win a small stuffed animal. Great, now it is your child.

-"C'mon, I bet we are short enough to pass for teenagers!"

-"Steven, it's literally a dog shaped train for children."

-His second favorite thing to do is eating. He will want to try every single food and will get upset if you say he can't.

- "I can't choose just one! You know I love both the caramel apple and the deep fried oreos."

-Needless to say he will get both and feel full for approximately an hour before asking for food again.

-He will still want to ride even with a full tummy, which means he will look like he's about to puke most of the time.

-"No way we are going on that roller-coaster after you ate a whole turkey leg."

-"But I feel fine!"

- At the end you will spend a fun day, feeling like a child again, with a new stuffed animal, hopefully with a non-sick Steven and getting over some of your roller-coaster fear.

[lightofthedarkdarkofthelight]

Queer / neurodivergent soft SOFT friendships pls

Cis hets DNI pls thx

Hi you can call me by the first letter of my name ‘T’, I’m in my late 20’s, soft butch, trans masc, enby, stone butch, gender blind (in all respects tbh), vegan, artist, writer, researcher, outdoors fanatic, lover of all things nonhuman

My special interests: philosophy specifically/particularly metaphysics, biocentrism and ecosophy aka anything to do with the study of the matter of our universe and all it contains, the absurdity of how matter is essentially based on illusions and tricks, everything non-human , all the connections/symbiotic relationships of natural relationships in the natural world and also spirituality / faith systems and the law of assumption

My social battery and social ways tend to mean I can be amazing socially socially for a select time but then I crash out and disappear to hermit land (depending on how social I was being this could literally mean no internet interaction for months let alone in person) I’m working on this

I go through phases (years/months) of having great genuine soft friendships to absolutely zero and I want to work on this also, currently and perhaps obvious to this post Im in the latter phase. Which means my social skills are probably poor again. One brilliant thing about adhd though is regardless of all the above as soon as I’m vining with someone I’m the joker of the moment bound to make you smile.

Neurodivergent friends: this is actually a category that can be a loophole on my dni aka men as my issues with men I’ve found can sometimes be not a thing at all with someone neurodivergent, I myself have autism, adhd and cptsd. I’ve had close friendships with I swear like every known diagnostic out there haha so don’t feel you have to be apprehensive about this I know how it is and I’m really chill honestly, they are just descriptions to better establish our ep connections right. Also agere in this context is a vibe and we connect on this.

Im really looking to connect with queer poc, queer women, butches, dykes, masculine presenting women, trans lesbians, transmascs

I have a lot of trust issues right now but specifically around men/cis hets,

For in person friendships:

I’m based in the uk, I’m very loyal but to the point I do need to work on it as not to be taken advantage of, I can be quite tactile after trust is established, I, the friend that will always (consensually) pick you up play with your hair give you a back rub or vice versa i love being picked up having hair played with, I also love nature walks, going to queer/poc events, making art/getting crafty, reading (also isn’t it special when you can read in silence with a person or group of persons), friends you can stargaze with or go wild camping are especially close to my heart, despite this post I’m the banter loving playful puppy sort could literally have a conversation that makes zero sense due to its randomness and still have a blast whilst equally get deep on conspiracies and philisophical theories. Also like to binge shows that tend to be, fantasy, lgbt, anime, cartoons, documentaries, crime based, conspiracy based etc

For long distance/online friendships: It could be that we live far apart or you aren’t good with being in person in which case as long as you are the creative writing or rpg sort this could still work, I’ve had friendships that were mainly lived out through back and forth writing creating story experiences to share in worlds we create, or if you are into RPG as this can be similar as long as you are down to teach me the ropes of your game(s) of interest I, down for this, also down to do video calls when we both feel

I will probably end up drawing for you or write you poems lol

Things I think worth noting about me: my literal communication style benefits from CLOSED questions I hate open ended questions as my brain will scan through too many possibilities and uncertainties which can lead to me saying what I think I’m meant to not what I mean, clear and concise communication is great else I overthink or project or misunderstand or get paranoid and probably won’t express this. I sometimes need persistence, like being called, texted a lot in order to start re engaging this actually also helps wit my trust.

I love comics and sorta live off WEBTOON because comics/graphic novels are expensive for how fast you get through them:( particularly obsessed with fantasy stories that entail queer dynamics

I’m happily taken in a relationship so queer couple friendships, friendships with queer families/parents is also great=)

Feel free to message things about you or just message in short as a response or repost if you are looking for similar things and want more people to see/interact all is cool

[loveislandthegame]

Babe if you can't complete Kassam route before the deadline, someone called Sound something covered every single scene of his route. Anyway, congrats on getting the 🦄 I tried it but alas.

yes, SoundNo3485 on reddit ! i have mad respect for their dedication in covering so many different routes. especially with the bugginess of the OG app (and all the damn ads, because the airplane mode trick doesn't work. that's the only thing i like about the new app) they've posted scenes i've never come across before, it rlly amazes me how detailed season 2 was.

kassam was my LI while s2 was airing, so i managed to unlock him back in 2019 ! (time flies, doesn't it?) after that, i couldn't get it to open again , i've always just dragged him back to the villa. so i'm like, ridiculously happy i unlocked his route again lol

if you (or anyone reading this) want to unlock kassam's route: there is a guaranteed method of getting him . unfortunately it's extremely time consuming (FB is so trifling for only giving us two weeks notice) the game is glitched out so the "actual" way of getting him (being a shy/chill MC) is pretty much impossible, but we can use those glitches to our advantage. what matters is the casa guys' heart scores, nothing else. hearts from previous playthroughs get stored in the game's cache, so:

before casa amor, play however you want, seriously, you can do anything. (if you're wondering what i did, i was with rocco until he gets dumped, then i was with henrik. unlocked marisol's route, fixed all the drama, didn't participate in operation nope)

once you're in CA, wear the free outfits to prevent getting hearts from arjun and felix . pick all the mean options for them too, you'll need to get a bunch of frowns (when it comes to carl, i think he always likes MC ? at least in my playthroughs he does, but i pied him off as well just to be careful)

flirt with kassam and elijah at every opportunity. yes, both . their routes are connected for some reason. more importantly, elijah has to be your bed partner if kassam's route isn't unlocked. if kassam rejects you, you'll most likely be stuck with arjun or felix, whichever casa guy has been hounding you the most. it's way easier to get on elijah's route, even if he doesn't say your name. as long as you pick all his heart options, his route will open during the speed date . (i like elijah too, he's such an underrated LI)

pie off elijah when he eventually starts talking about bringing him to the villa (sorry luv) choose kassam for brunch and then drag him to the villa, keep increasing his heart score for a few days. another important thing, if you care about scenes being out of order, don't kiss, don't do bits, don't take gem scenes for alone time. blah blah blah. his first kiss is where he reads your palm. his first alone time scene (on the swing) he talks about taking in the moment/meditating (imma be real, idk what the steamy scenes look like cus i don't pick them lmaooo🖤🩶🤍💜)

the unfortunate and time consuming part, you have to hit the "restart show" button. one time! no more than that. some people on the LITG subreddit have had luck with just restarting to day 14, i'm not one of them . you can try it ofc, but it's very finicky. restarting the show works 100%

again, play however you want. (i pretty much did the same stuff as my 1st playthrough, except i was with lucas after rocco leaves) while you're at it, check for signs that heart scores carried over. one immediate way i was able to tell is: in my completely brand new playthrough, i picked the shy and neutral options, so bobby didn't step forward for my MC. second time around, with thee same exact choices, he did.

once you're in casa, kassam and elijah will be the ones that say your name ! yay ! wooo. i cheered when it was elijah staring at MC instead of felix . there's a funny scene during the speed date when you're on their route. elijah lingers after the buzzer goes off, kassam walks up to yall and tells him to move. anyways, ask kassam to share a bed and he'll say yes . unicorn acquired

[hellonoblesky]

TELL ME ABOUT THE HIROTSU HEADCANONS !!!!

RUBBBING MY HANDS TOGETHER EEVILLY OK OK OK LETS GO LETS GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Under a cut bc I got so invested talking abt this w Cio (bungoustraypups) that I made. several characters to accompany his backstory)

OH ALSO VIOLENCE WARNING LOL

Ok so two main things you need to know for this

1: Hirotsu trans ftm but I'm just gonn call him He this whole time. BUT NOTE: He doesn't come out until like right towards the end, so he's still presenting as a girl for most of this 2: in 70s Japan, girls weren't allowed to join gangs. In response to this, they made their own, called sukeban gangs

So basically to set the scene. Pre-bsd Yokohama. The Port Mafia has yet to rise to infamy. Sukeban gangs are forming in the streets. One of them features our Hirotsu as one of their members. A scrappy kid, not yet having fully discovered himself, and with so much pent up anger at the world that he doesn't quite know what to do with.

The gang he's in is small. There's members who come in and out of it, but there's four main members. They've got abilities. That's why they're the four main ones. And that's why they stick together.

(Yes they're my OCs sorry guys I got too silly <- isn't sorry at all)

So the lineup is as follows:

Inoue Youko: Her ability, Through Walls and War, allows her to see through walls when she closes her left eye. She's the team lookout, and can pull her weight in a fight pretty damn well

Saikita Hiroko: the group's mechanic and getaway artist. Her ability, Whispers in Metal, allows her to "understand" and "speak to" machines

Hino Koyuki: not a fighter or a runner, Koyuki is a thief and a schemer. Her ability, Down to the Bone, is a constantly active ability that causes her to only see living things as their internal workings. She can only see faces through photos and videos

And Hirotsu, of course

So the thing is. Their gang, because of their combined Abilities, gives them such a wild advantage over the other sukeban in the area, that the other gangs get sick of them, and start to Plot.

So while Hirotsu and the gang are busy trying to figure out what the hell they're supposed to make their living situation (they're fresh out of high school) (3/4 of them got kicked out of home due to their delinquency) (1/4 of them never really had a home to begin with)(not telling you which one tho)(It's Koyuki), almost every other sukeban gang converges on them.

It is not an easy fight. In fact, it's a fight so rough that their rivals manage to tear out Youko's right eye, the one she needs to look through in order to use her ability, essentially taking away her access to her ability as a whole. It's a fight so rough that it's the reason Hirotsu wears a monocle. Because his eye got fucked up in the brawl. And it's a fight so rough that it leaves the four of them clinging to an actively breaking down boat that Hiroko is desperately trying to keep running for dear life as they run.

It's about here Hirotsu comes out as trans and whatever, everyone else is chill with it, it's whatevs. They don't flaunt being Sukeban at this time anyway because they're trying to slip under the radar as they get back into Yokohama

This is when Hirostu stumbles into the Port Mafia. It wasn't as impressive as it is now at the time, but it was good enough that they could offer him a place to stay, and enough of a wage to send to his friends to keep them afloat while they worked things out. He doesn't want to get them involved in more gang wars. He's worried about Youko and how she's dealing with the loss of her ability. He's worried about Koyuki, who's frailer than the rest of them and shudders away from most people. And he's worried about Hiroko, who's snagging odd mechanics jobs just on the off chance she can grab lunch.

So he takes up the PM's offer. He does not let the other three join. They get into a fight about this. They split ways for a long time, but Hirotsu still sends money.

His loyalty to the PM becomes fierce. He forms the Black Lizard.

[tlrvakarian]

Friends! I haven’t been active on here for 3+ years, and I’m going to start being at least minorly active again, even if it just means venting or reblogging a few things. I won’t hold myself to any standards, just here to vibe.

Changed my blog name to tlrvakarian, I didn’t want to use my main name I have on all the other social media/gaming platforms, but it’s super similar, so this is a nice compromise. 

Since it’s been so long, I wanted to make a post of what’s gone on in my life. I’m friends with a lot of folks on other socials, but I know not all.

One of the biggest developments in my life has been my boyfriend Sam. I met him in July 2019, because I hired him to work for the music store, go figure, eh? The relationship happened naturally and outside of work, so no weirdness, all kosher here! We got together in March 2020, right before all the pandemic shutdowns. He has been nothing but good, nothing but a light, he means everything to me, and I am complete with him. I really never thought I would find someone like him, but boy did I luck out. Here’s a cute pic, it’s from last May, Sam’s hair is way longer now, but it’s one of my favs we’ve taken.

Sam moved in with me 2 years ago, and we’ve had our own apartment together for a little over a year. I’ve never felt so strongly about someone, and I’ve never truly loved someone like I love Sam. He is so charismatic, FUNNY, my god he’s so fucking dumb and funny, romantic, sweet, and sooo handsome. You guys would eat him up, he’s absolutely deranged, but in all the right ways. I am going to marry him, 100%.

Moving on from Sam, and to my career, I left my music store gig for about 11 months. Coming back from the pandemic shutdown in May 2020, they made changes I didn’t agree with, and I took them personally, so I left. I was also struggling mentally, and work was taking a massive toll on me. I took about 6 months off of work completely to work on myself, it was heavily needed. After that, I got a GM position at another company, put up with that for about 4 months, realized I was getting taken advantage of, beyond miserable, and my mental health was at a big low, so I quit. I reached back out to the music company (not naming names, you all know what company it is by now), and they took me back with open arms, and even gave me my Sales Manager position back. I’ve been back for over a year, and even though I could’ve been further along in the company by now if I hadn’t left, I’m glad I did. I had a lot of personal growth in that time off, and I am a stronger leader because of it. My work ethic is killer, but I’ve made a big effort to not bring work home with me as much. It still happens, but I’m nowhere near as mentally effected by it as I used to be. I cry from time to time, but I haven’t had a work-related panic attack since I came back, and that is HUGE progress for me. I still have my frustrations with this job, and people I don’t like working with, but that’s going to happen at every job, and it could always be worse.

Lastly, I have really come into my own with cooking and baking. I know I was sharing stuff to instagram which shared to here up until 3ish years ago, but nowadays I am absolutely fucking cracked guys. Like not to toot my own horn, but I have gotten sooooo good. If I can remember, I’ll be sure to start sharing food and baked goods I make here, not that the pics do it any justice.

Otherwise, life is about the same, I work, hang with Sam, get high, cook, bake, casually play video games, and chill with the cat. It ain’t a fancy life, but it’s enjoyable, and I wouldn’t change a thing.

[goodgriefwhatanerd]

I'm thinking about being Marion's cute little human again. I'm also too tired to try being coherent so you get subjected to my vague timeline thoughts.

I'm selling my blood every so often for a bit of extra cash, so when my local pub gets a couple of regulars who drink from very distinctive wine bottles, I know that they're vampires. But they're also really chill? Okay this just isn't my business and I'm staying out of it. Unless. That bloke Marion is paying noticeably more per pint than I get paid for it. Maybe we can both benefit from removing the middle man a couple of times a month.

I go up to them trying to hide my shyness. Have a very awkward conversation with Marion about "being sympathetic to gentlemen like yourself" until I give up and stop trying to be subtle. Marion's frankly relieved I wasn't approaching them for a threeway.

After a few months of this arrangement, Marion starts asking if I can do this or that odd job for him and of course he'll pay me for my time. Possible risk of violent death, but I'd make cute vampire man happy. I agree.

After plastering several walls and weeding the garden on damp days, I see Marion without his guise. He thinks I'm mildly freaked out and trying not to show it. I let him think that because the reality of "oh gods help he's hotter as a monster" is not a better reaction.

A few months later Marion suggests I properly enter his employ. Nothing too strenuous, just setting and lighting fires in the morning, mopping the floors when they're safely out of the way, maybe help Elanore in the kitchen if she'll let you. Oh and it will be nice for young Lidriana to have someone her own age around.

Okay cool, now I live with an exhausted immortal woman, a very angry undead butcher-surgeon, a gay vampire who seems to be playing at being human, and a pretty human lass who's more unhinged and violent than any of the others. What the hell has my life become?

And I get protective. Of course I do. Which means I start fussing. Marion is the only one who puts up with me fussing at him, so before either of us knows it I'm straightening his collar, checking he's suitably attired for rain if there's a single cloud in the sky, and generally being a mother hen.

One morning a lace snaps on his corset. I go to help without thinking. And that's how I switch from odd job man to manservant.

Somewhere amongst lacing Marion's corsets, warming his "wine", commiserating with rough brain days and bad family life, and the odd bit of physical affection, it becomes clear that we're not just playing at these roles of master and servant, but also pretending that there's nothing deeper underneath.

I'm not going to say anything. But if I become more of an emotional support human than a gentleman's personal gentleman, then that's neither here not there.

Marion melts into a long, tight hug after an exhausting day in meetings and has a minor crisis. Rowan's human, he's technically his employee, and he should not have fallen in love with him. But he has. And he panics.

But Rowan's treated him better than any other man ever has. Maybe it's worth taking the plunge. But that would be Taking Advantage and he couldn't live with himself if he did that.

His confession is mostly an apology, partially reassurance that he has no intentions of doing anything, and what do you mean you want me to? Oh god, oh no.

But we're giving it a try. It's very slow and uncertain, navigating through past traumas and present dysphoria, but it's working. Even if it's a short lived thing that never goes beyond chaste kisses and sleepy cuddles, it will have been worthwhile and healing for us both.

It's not going to stay at that though. Not when Marion has taken to sharing my bed on lonely night. Not when he's stopped shying away when our kisses deepen and his jaw starts to split, revealing the inhumanity he despises and I adore.

I've got less than a century of mortal life in me, but I'll gladly spend that full measure waiting for him if needed.

[blueburds]

Whumptober prompt #1

No. 1 A LITTLE OUT OF THE ORDINARY

Adverse Effects | Unconventional Restraints | “This wasn’t supposed to happen”

“No,” Theron breathed. “No, no—this wasn’t supposed to happen.” Gently he held Master Surro in his arms, feeling every ounce of guilt that came packaged with his situation on Ziost. He thought he could take matters into his own hands, track down and locate the Sith Emperor while the rest of the Republic busied themselves with less important affairs. So naturally, he’d brought a small army of Jedi with him who agreed to put an end to the chaos. Now most of them had fallen under the control of the Emperor, becoming puppets under his direct control. Master Surro was no exception; in fact, the Emperor had taken a particular liking to her, often speaking directly through her to Theron and his team.

          But with the help of Darth Nox and Lana Beniko, Theron was able to concoct a plan to free the Emperor’s victims. It almost worked.

          The bond the Emperor forged with Master Surro was as strong as iron. He had it out for Nox, growing more irritated that the Darth had been so adamant about stopping his plans. Pride was also a likely factor; Theron couldn’t imagine the Emperor liked being betrayed by someone as high of status as Nox. To the Emperor, Nox was an insect—but a particularly annoying insect that just would not die, thus fueling the Emperor’s rage and determination to kill him.

          Using Surro as his avatar, he challenged and fought Nox, only after he’d casted Theron aside like a child would fling a doll. Nox won, though not without some injuries. The Darth’s companion saw to the wounds while Theron checked on Surro—and her state was less than optimistic.

          “I’m sorry, Master,” Theron said quietly. No longer did he feel the bone-chilling presence of the Emperor. But was it safe to assume she was back to normal?

          “I can—I can still hear his whispers,” she said, her voice hoarse and strained. “He’s trying to pull me back. I. . . hurt you, Agent Shan, and I—I killed so many of our own. I could see everything that happened,” her eyes widened, face paling as she tensed.

          “This isn’t your fault.” It was Theron’s. “None of this was your fault. I’m bringing you back to Tython where the Jedi can help you heal.”

          “The Emperor clearly still lies within her mind,” said Lana. “The better course of action is to bring her to the Sith. We may learn further about the connection she had with Vitiate and find a way to use it to our own advantage.”

          “Her body would not be able to take that kind of experimentation,” Theron bit out. “She needs to heal, Lana.”

          “You are allowing your own guilt to cloud your judgement. This could be the largest breakthrough we’ve discovered.”

          “It’s all hypothetical. You don’t know if you’ll even find anything.”

          “Master Surro goes to Tython,” said Nox from behind them, approaching while clutching a wound on the torso.

          Lana tensed. “With respect, Dark Lord—”

          “The Jedi are capable of learning through healing and therapeutic methods. She will be returned to her people and her mind will be cleansed, and we gain whatever knowledge the Jedi find along the way.”

          “The Sith would have better results. Our methods are more thorough, more detailed.”

          Theron had already begun helping Surro to her feet, relief beginning to wash away some of his guilt. At least he had the opportunity to try to right some of his wrongs. “Thank you, Nox. This isn’t a decision you’ll regret.”

          “I should certainly hope not,” Nox said, voice growing darker. “If we fail to uncover anything, our efforts here will be in vain.”

[kalpasio]

The Herrscher of Stars

The Herrscher of Stars: Big Baby And Resident Nuisance

A Kalpas x Herrscher!Reader fic, Chapter 2 below!

Every report you’d read led you to believe Kalpas wasn’t lucid when on a rampage like that. As soon as he got all glowy with a side of extra fire, he would focus only on his target and nothing else. There was no way he knew who you were, and definitely no way he would figure out you were a Herrscher. At least, that’s what you were telling Star.

She’d begun whispering in your ear different ways to “keep him quiet,” all of which involved killing someone. Survival was her main motivator—she needed to be alive to spread the will of Honkai. Right now, she was biding her time to strike she said, that’s all. Definitely not on a four year vacation.

When Kalpas caught your eye in the lunchroom, you knew you were screwed. Getting lost in the crowd may have saved you that time, but if he knew who you were, he could report you to Fire Moth, or just confront you himself. No matter how much you tried to stay calm, your heart was always racing because of the literal voice in your head.

Star was constantly on guard, and you were well and truly sick of it. She refused to stay put in your mind, constantly talking over your thoughts, and popping up to try and take control. More than once, you had to tightly shut your eyes to hide the change in color. You could only say dust got in your eye so many times before you sounded crazy.

Just when you were at your wits end, that’s when he cornered you. Residential halls were fairly empty during the day, and Kalpas took advantage of that. It was just the two of you when you turned the corner to your small apartment. He stood there, leaning against the wall with one leg propped against it so his knee stuck out.

Star went full Herrscher mode, clawing at you for control. If Kalpas didn’t already know you were there, he sure did after you hissed, doing everything you could to keep her at bay. Thoughts of killing him right here flooded your mind, forcing you to grit your teeth in an attempt to keep them away.

“Scared, Herrscher?” You could feel Kalpas’ heat from the other end of the hall, but a chill still ran up your spine. One of your eyes filled with the familiar deep blue and you covered it with your hand. Even though he knew who you were, you couldn’t let him know you were losing control.

Slow deliberate steps brought the man closer, until he stood in front of you. He had to bend slightly at the hips to look you in the eye. Even with one eye still covered, you met his glare with as much confidence as you could muster.

“Do you know how many Herrschers I’ve killed?” His voice was low and quiet so only you could hear. Too bad Star was listening in and screaming at you.

He’ll ruin everything! Remove the threat and we’re fine. He’s the only one who knows. Get rid of him now!

“I don’t see why it matters,” you kept your voice level, and lowered your hand, though you kept your eye closed still.

“I’m about to add one more to the list!” He suddenly pulled back and flames filled the hall. Both your eyes opened in surprise, then quickly narrowed in anger. The one blue eye became two, and you could feel the energy swelling in your hands as Star fed you power.

Neither of you were the first to strike, however. A knife sailed over your shoulder and straight into Kalpas’ chest. He took a half step back but yanked the blade out and dropped it on the ground like it was nothing. Quickly, you turned so you could see both threats in the hallway. The moment you did, two more knives flew past you and hit their target cleanly.

Kalpas didn’t even seem surprised by the attack, and only stumbled once the knives were pulled out. “What, did you think I’d keep trying the same old thing?” The stranger asked. Kalpas fell with his shoulder against the wall, and the fires in the hall became nothing more than smoke.

“Poison,” he spat out, looking weak, but still very much a threat. “Is that the only way you think you can kill me?”

“I’m surprised you’re still standing, honestly. Let’s try one more.” Another knife dug into Kalpas’ leg, and you just watched as he fell to the ground. Star patiently stayed still—for once—to see how this all played out, at your insistence.

The unknown attacker walked past you without so much as a glance. He then threw Kalpas over his shoulder and left the way he came. While Star was confused, you slid back in to take control, and walked the rest of the way to your room, heart still beating rapidly.

“A little birdie told me there’s a Herrscher on base,” Elysia skipped up to you at lunch and slid into the seat next to you.

“Yeah?” you calmly took another bite of your food. We can’t fight here, you kept Star pushed back in your mind, telling her you could handle this.

“Mhmm,” Elysia leaned closer to you with that cheeky smile she always wore. “Kalpas is rarely one to spill the beans, but I have my ways.”

“So who is it?” You looked at the girl next to you out of the corner of your eye. “Lillena? I haven’t seen much of her lately.”

“I’ll give you a hint! It’s the Herrscher of Stars.” Star gasped and you had to roll your eyes at her.

“That doesn’t really narrow it down. Besides, I thought that was just a rumor, never confirmed to be a real Herrscher.”

Hey!

Shut up! You quieted Star’s outrage at your thinly veiled insult, trying to focus on the conversation in front of you.

“Oh, come on,” Elysia faked a pout. “Who could possibly be a Herrscher?”

“I really don’t know,” you sighed. “I can’t remember every person on base. Why do I need to know anyway. Higher-ups will release a report within the week.”

“Higher-ups don’t know!” she grinned.

“So you want my help to hunt them down or something?”

“I just want to know what a Herrscher is doing at an enemy base.” The girl looked you dead in the eyes and you stared right back.

“I’d think you of all people would know.” The two of you looked at each other in silence for a minute before Elysia let out a groan.

“You’re no fun!”

“Never said I was,” you moved to stand up, but she grabbed your arm to keep you in place.

“I may be the only one who knows now, but other people might find out if you don’t prove which side your own.” Elysia spoke with a seriousness that you rarely heard from her, and you couldn’t tell if she was threatening you herself, or warning you about Kalpas.

“If I find that Herrscher, I’ll let them know.”

It had been an annoying conversation, but Elysia had a point. All Kalpas knew was that you were a Herrscher, and Herrschers should be killed. If you could prove that the Herrscher of Stars was under control—mostly, but he didn’t need to know that—maybe he wouldn’t turn you in.

By a stroke of luck, he was still in the medbay from that random attack in the hall. Other people might be able to listen in on your conversation, but that would also keep Kalpas in check while you tried to convince him. Once you were in the medical wing, all you had to do was follow the shouting.

“Because killing you in your sleep wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying, I thought that was obvious.”

“Get these damn restraints off me and I’ll make sure you don’t have to worry about that!”

“Tempting! But I’ll pass.” You looked around the corner and saw Kalpas arguing with the same man that put him in the medbay. “Oh look! You’ve got a guest.” He may not have intended it to be sarcastic, but you sent him an unamused look anyway. Laid out on the bed, every one of Kalpas’ limbs was strapped down, and even his head. It seemed a little extreme, until you remembered the fire coming out around his mask during your fight.

"I’m Emile,” the man on the other side of the bed held his hand out over Kalpas for you to shake. “Kalpas’ babysitter for the week.”

“I see,” you hesitantly took his hand while Kalpas growled at you both. “I was hoping to speak to him alone, if that’s alright?” It felt rude not to introduce yourself as well, but if Kalpas decided to turn you in, the fewer people that knew who you were, the better.

“You’re sure welcome to try,” Emile shrugged. “I’ll be back later to talk about randomly attacking teammates.” This was directed at Kalpas, and you couldn’t tell if he was groaning at the prospect of a lecture, or still growling at you. Either way, as soon as the door closed, all his anger was clearly towards you.

“Here to say your last words, Herrscher? You’ll be dead once I’m out of here.”

“I was actually going to convince you to not do that.” Kalpas barked out a laugh and you could feel Star getting restless. “You’re right, I’m the Herrscher of Stars. You’re wrong, however, about what you think a Herrscher is. There’s always an exception to the rule. Most Herrschers exist to destroy humanity, but I don’t. For the past three years I’ve been working with Fire Moth to stop the spread of Honkai.”

“What, you think I’m stupid enough to believe you aren’t just like the rest of them?” Kalpas was fuming. Even without the presence of actual flames, you could feel the room getting hotter.

“I’m telling you the Herrscher of Stars isn’t a threat. Both she and I want to continue to work here peacefully.”

“You and the Herrscher are one in the same. You have no control over her. I saw the fear in your eyes, you got scared and the only thing you could do was kill, you’re still just a pawn of the Honkai.”

“You’d be scared too if a giant man made of lava lunged at you.” Running a hand through your hair, you did a quick glance around the empty medbay room. “What can I do to prove I’m on your side?”

“Die.”

At least he was straight to the point.

Giving a breathy chuckle, you said, “ok. Other than that.”

“Nothing,” Kalpas spat. “You’re not a human anymore Herrscher.”

Ouch, Star voiced your thoughts.

“As a MANTIS, you have Honkai genetics in you, right? But you’re able to keep them in check. How am I any different?” You were running out of arguments, and you could hear Star starting up her murder suggestion again. Her voice was the only noise in the silence stretching between you and Kalpas.

“One week, Herrscher. You’re dead if I see anything.”

That was…vague and ominous, but you could work with this! “I just told you I’ve been here three years—”

“A week!” Kalpas was shouting at the ceiling since he couldn’t turn his head, but you got the message loud and clear.

“One week,” you agreed. You could do this.

I've used like 15 different types of paper to write on so I have no good measurement of how much I've written so I thought I had done so much cause I went through a bunch of paper, but I'm getting like half of what I normally get on that many pages so it's less story but it feels like more?

[soryualeksi]

I feel so silly now that I tried to "tough it out" at work, when everyone was looking at me like "your lungs make a BAD sound, you know this is BAD, right" and I continued to go "this is nothing I can't skip work".

And then I finally found my brain cells again, or at least enough to call in at work and say "I'm going to the doctor, this isn't gonna work out".

And my doctor was like. "you know this is serious and we'll have to stop the bacterial pneumonia from now crawling into the fertile ground the virus bronchitis prepared and you won't go into work until this is fully cured."

And I just. Don't wanna "hang around chilling at home". Wheezing at every move I make, spreading germs, in no way shape or form able to lift any patients whatsoever and a DANGER to drive a car. Feeling genuinely sick. With my lungs truly really HURTING. And me knowing that I would tell LITERALLY EVERY OTHER PERSON ON THIS EARTH that they NEED to take care of this or it will fuck them up long-term.

Like. I considered recording the sound my cough makes, for myself to convince me and also to scare my surroundings lmao.

Why am I being difficult about this. I feel so guilty and that's so stupid, because this only happened because I got Covid DESPITE everyone (including the person we got it from!!!) doing everything to protect ourselves, it's just bad luck. And then after I was cleared to go back into work, I immediately went. And ignored the persistent dry cough, which in combination with my now-smashed immune system let in that bronchitis now.

And I'm like. "Bronchitis is just the not-serious little sibling of pneumonia, why am I making a fuss."

WHY AM I LIKE THAT

;_;

I'd tell literally every other human being to NOT do what I was trying to do myself. I need to take care of my damn lungs. Because if I can't breath, I can't work, and then I can't help anyone. Also last month, I worked a lot of hours (before Covid got me, too) because the OTHERS were sick at work. So it's not like "I'm taking advantage" of the labour of my coworkers or anything.

Raaaaaaaaah why. I should rest and not feel guilty. You have no idea what sound my body makes when I have another coughing fit, but it's NOT pretty. And it hurts. I will rest and it will be for the benefit of everyone. u_u

But also the German medical system is crashing and I feel guilty for "not pulling my weight". ;_;

(Note that NOT ONE of my coworkers or other medical personnel gave me grief for getting sick, the only reaction I got to The Sound I made coughing, constantly coughing under my mask, was a wide-eyed O_O and concern, just one guy snapping "this BETTER not be fucking Covid", which. Understandable. And the pharmacist I was trying to buy "something to suppress the cough but that STILL let's me operate heavy machinery aka 3,5 ton cars" from also told me that I need to consider calling in sick instead because I AM SICK lmao. And I said "YOU would know how our medical system is crashing all around us" and she was like "YES BUT THIS WON'T HELP" so.)

Argh.