#and all my friends are hoing home this weekend

[jeonqkooks]

to the loml, my beloved, may i play in the event game? hehe ;u; i would like your take on yoongi + "did i say that out loud?" + "stop looking at me like that!" ♡

i love you and congratulations again, jen oi ♡ muah~

sunlit sunday. (myg)

pairing: yoongi x reader prompts: "did i say that out loud?" + "stop looking at me like that!" genre/warnings: best friends to lovers (?), college au, fluff; mentions of drinking, barely edited word count: 1.1k note: i do not know what this is, nor why it took me over half a year to finish this drabble. cee my love you sent this ask in august 2022 and it took me literally forever to post i'm sorry 😭

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

The sun is already rising, but poor Yoongi hasn’t slept a wink. Partly because he can’t feel his left arm from where it’s being used as your makeshift pillow, partly because last night you told him you were in love with him and proceeded to pass the fuck out.

There was a party - there’s always a party every weekend when you’re in college - that Yoongi didn’t even want to go to. He just wanted to spend his Saturday night holed up in his apartment with you, pizzas and a movie. It gives him something to look forward to at the end of every week, partly because he's nothing if not a creature of habit, but mostly because he gets to spend time with you alone.

But tonight, you wanted to attend, and it didn’t take a whole lot of convincing for Yoongi to (begrudgingly) accompany you to a frat house on campus to spruce up your weekly routine. He would always complain, but you both know that he’d do anything you ask.

That's why he didn't really have anybody else to blame when he found himself having to tuck a very intoxicated you into an unfamiliar bed at 2:30AM in this greasy frat house. It wasn't exactly the best idea, but it was the only one he had. Yoongi wasn't exactly sober, and you were too drunk for him to haul you home.

You babbled nonsense the whole time he was peeling off your shoes and outer layers so you could sleep more comfortably. It was difficult - you're a squirmy drunk - but he managed in the end. When it comes to you, Yoongi has had years of experience, having known you from your early high school days together and being inseparable ever since.

He had gotten under the covers with you, about to try and coax you to sleep when you sighed dreamily at the ceiling, looking so content with whatever thoughts in your head that it felt like you could float away.

"I'm in love with Yoongi," you said, so softly that Yoongi wasn't sure if he heard you right. But even in the midst of tipsy uncertainty, his heart went berserk like it was going to run away from his body. Then you popped the ringing bubble in his head with a sharp giggle, uncaring, so oblivious. "Stop looking at me like that! Did I say that out loud?"

He didn't know what to say, even though it didn't really matter anyway. You weren't in a state of mind to comprehend everything he wanted to ask, everything he wanted to say to you. Yoongi kept his eyes on you while you kept yours on the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"You did," he muttered, averting his eyes, and you tittered again.

"Don't tell him." You turned to look at him with a finger pressed against your lips. He wasn't sure who you thought you were talking to but he didn't correct you; there was no point in doing so anyway. "It's supposed to be a secret."

He doesn't remember what he said next, if he even said anything at all. Though it doesn't matter because you promptly passed out afterward, and it's unlikely that you'll remember any of it when you wake up.

Everything from then until now is just a jumbled mess to Yoongi, his thoughts full of what the fuck's and his chest full of borderline painful palpitations every time you snuggle further into his warmth, seeking comfort in your sleep.

The thing is, he knows that you were being honest. You meant it, because you're nothing if not an honest drunk; you've disclosed your fair share of embarrassing secrets whilst under the influence before. But never would Yoongi expect to hear those very specific words coming from your mouth, words that reflect the same sentiment that he's been trying to profess to you for years now.

They rolled off your tongue, just like that.

If he's being honest, it wounds him a little bit. He's spent hundreds and hundreds of days thinking about the perfect way to phrase his affection for you and yet, you managed to spill your feelings out without a single care in the world.

Granted, you were drunk out of your mind, but still.

Eventually, you stir from your slumber when blinding sunlight slips through the cracks between the curtains. Yoongi watches you frown before your eyes are even open, then you try to stretch for a brief moment as you look around the strange bedroom, partly alarmed, partly confused.

When your gaze finally lands on him, he catches the way your eyes soften, the edges of your confusion melting away even though he doubts that the sight of him answered any of the questions in your head.

"Morning," you say, your voice heavy with sleep.

"Morning," Yoongi replies quietly.

You share a look, one that means completely different things for the both of you. You're probably hungover, and Yoongi is in love.

So in love that he doesn't even care to berate you for making him spend the night in a random bedroom in a disgusting frat house, where a pair of (likely dirty) boxers is casually chilling draped over a chair. So in love that it expels all sense of fatigue from his body until the only thing coursing through his veins is unfiltered fondness for you and the way your eyes crinkle when you smile.

So in love that he would wait until you're awake enough to ask him to walk you home, ask him to make you your favorite hangover breakfast while you take a long, hot shower to feel like a human being again. He'd wait until you're fed and caffeinated before joining you on the couch, prepared to kill the remaining hours of the day together. So in love that he'd only wait until that moment to tell you the things he's always wanted to say, the things that have always been on the tip of his tongue but he's never been brave enough to utter them to you.

He'd tell you what you need to hear, albeit with a bruised ego that you beat him to the punch but he'd pretend that you didn't. It's a secret shared between only Yoongi and the four walls of this bedroom.

He's so in love that he would endure staying up all night in this dump when he could've been in his own bed, comfortable and clean and cozy. But it's okay because it's Sunday and the sun is out, and you were the one sleeping peacefully next to him, despite how your head made his arm go numb. It's okay because love has a tendency to make awful things feel better, even if love is only stored in a set of sleepy eyes staring at Yoongi and a whiny voice asking to go home.

all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 10.03.2024]

#i kinda hate this tbh but i'm in a writing slump again and this has been in my drafts for AGES and i needed to just finish it and- #chuck it out into the world #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #yoongi x you #yoongi fanfic #yoongi imagines #bts x reader #bts x you #bts fluff #bts imagines #bts scenarios #yoongi #bts

[joels-darlin]

Surprises

Pairings: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, mention of alcohol, mentions of stress.

Summary: Pedro has been planning something special which is finally revealed over your weekly Friday evening ritual.

Word count: 1402

Author Note: Little piece I've been working on for a short while. Debated not posting this the ending is pretty crap but hey ho here we go. Sorry it's not great. As usual any feedback is appreciated, enjoy <3 Posted on AO3

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Since the start of your friendship with Pedro, when he wasn’t away filming of course, Friday nights had been the one stable thing in your life. This consisted of sharing a bottle of wine (sometimes 2 depending on how the week went) out on the patio with a takeaway of choice. Losing count on how many times you had frequented his guest bedroom, Pedro not wanting you to be driving under the influence. Now that your friendship had progressed into a relationship nothing had changed, that time still reserved for just the two of you - except now spent cuddled under a blanket. It wasn’t hard to believe how it happened. All the years of built up feelings spilling out over (you guessed it) a bottle of wine one cool summers evening, the start of the relationship sealed with a kiss.

You where in the midst of wrapping up work for day in the office of your now shared home, Pedro asking you to move in after some time together, beaming with excitement for your week off but also your normal Friday night plans. A quick glance at the clock showing it was 6pm and after already working well over your normal hours, it was time to log off. You sent a brief message to you colleagues wishing them pleasant weekends - but also the reminder that you where on leave next week. Making sure to also set your emails to Out of Office mode, before shutting down the computer.

It seemed strange taking a random week off in the middle of the year, you usually saved any annual leave for Christmas time so you could travel to either see his or your family - rotating every year. It was only last month that Pedro suggested it whilst sitting down one evening to dinner at home. It was the one time he had a break in filming until the end of the year, so you agreed that it would be good to spend some time together.

Grabbing your phone from the charging stand noticing the screen littered with notifications - mostly messages from family members & friends. Scrolling to the bottom the one that caught your eye was from Pedro from an hour ago, swiping the screen to open the conversation.

P 💜 Just nipped out cariño, let me know if you need anything. I popped my head in earlier but you where engrossed in work. See you soon hermosa xx

Messaging back a quick response the phone then placed in the pocket of your shorts. Deciding on a shower before Pedro returned home you padded through the house to the bathroom, not forgetting to grab a towel from the cupboard on the way.

The sun was just starting to set as you took the usual spots on the couch outside, casting a glowing orange hue across the garden. The only background noise being the ruffling of the tree leaves, caused by the light breeze in the air, and the random music playlist that was playing on the outside speakers. You sighed in contentment as he reached over to pour a large serving into the empty glasses that lay on the table. “For you mi amor” he said softly, holding out the glass, you thanked him lifting the glass to your lips for a small sip before setting it down on the table. Already feeling slightly tipsy from the bottle of wine you had consumed with dinner you made a mental note to take it slowly with this one. He settled back into the couch again, arm slung across your shoulders, you curled into his side appreciating the warmth radiating off his body in the cool evening.

The general chatter was flowing easily with you discussing how both your weeks had gone as well as sharing a few funny stories and awful jokes from Pedro’s end. It was quite the romantic setting, taking moments in between conversation to steal a few soft and slow kisses - mostly just appreciating each others company. It was nice to just switch off and forget about the stresses of everything, you hadn’t failed to miss Pedro’s brows furrowing with concern and pulling you little closer when you mentioned that you had a lot on your plate at the moment, regards to your job. Making a promise to push it to be back of your mind so you can finally enjoy a week off together.

“So…I have a surprise for you, let me go grab it quickly” he said untangling from your embrace before walking back inside the patio doors. Pedro re-appeared a few minutes later clutching 2 white envelopes, taking the seat beside you. “This one is first” He grinned handing over one of the envelopes, shooting him a mysterious look. You sort of hated but also loved surprises, he knew that, and prayed that he hadn’t of gone out of his way to spend a fortune on you again. The excuse always being “Well I like treating my girl”.

Sliding your finger under tab you carefully prised open the envelope, careful not to rip the contents, pulling out a folded sheet of white paper. Unfolding it carefully, taking a moment to read it’s contents. “Wait…P…what” you gasped, bringing a hand to cover your mouth in shock. There in back and white, the details of two flight tickets back to your home. “You where probably wondering why I asked you to take a random week off I have been planning this for awhile, I thought we could take a vacation and go visit your family…” he explained. “…It’s just you have been looking a little down recently and thought this might give you a pick me up” his free hand dropping to caress your thigh softly. “I-P-thankyou” moving your eyes from the paper to look into those soft brown orbs, tears threatening to spill from your own. He smiled softly. “That’s not the only thing…” placing the second envelope in your lap “Open this” he grinned excitement present in his voice.

Picking up the second envelope with shaking hands. Pedro obviously noticed this moving his arm to snake around your waist fingers grazing softly over some exposed skin; a calming gesture. You made quick work of the seal then unfolded the second sheet of paper, scanning it’s contents. Was this really happening? How had he managed it? Two tickets to see your favourite artist at the arena back home.

“Oh. My. God. P-What-” and that was it the flood gates opened, tear tracks staining your cheeks. “Oh sweetheart, I hope those are happy tears” he cooed pulling you into his embrace, placing a kiss on your hair. Pedro knew when the tickets released months ago you had tried and tried to get your hands on some - eager to see the artist live again. After pulling a few strings with his agent and a shift around in schedule he not only managed to bag 2 VIP tickets but also some well needed downtime - which is when the idea came into play about visiting your family. The concert being something you two would also attend whilst over there. It had all fell into place superbly. Taking a moment to compose yourself then you leaned up looking into his eyes. “But-how? I tried but-just Thankyou P, I-I don’t know what to say”“ stuttering to form any coherent sentences, instead deciding to lean over and press a soft kiss on his lips which he happily reciprocated. “Anything for you mi querida” he whispered against your lips, moving to kiss the tip of your nose softly. You pulled back to scan the papers again. “Wait-” you exclaimed eyes scanning the dates, “We-we leave tomorrow?”. He hummed and nodded in response to the question, draining the last of his wine glass and placing it on the table. “Come on querida we have some serious packing to do” Pedro grinned, standing up from the couch he extended his hand which you took intertwining both your fingers. You giggled following suit to stand a moment after, hands still laced together. “Lead the way then mi amor”. In the blink of an eye you where being pulled (gently of course) through into the house and up the stairs, the sounds of both your laughter filling the rooms as you collapsed on the bed. Absolutely no worries in the world enjoying a moment; just the two of you.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro x reader

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Taken for Granted, Part Two

Summary: Having had his share of dangerous situations and close calls in Houston, this was meant to be the start of a quieter, slower life for Beau, Y/N and their daughter. Taking the job as Acting Sheriff in Helena, Montana, was a dream come true until Beau starts to spend far too much time with Jenny Hoyt, in and out of the office. At first, Y/N doesn’t mind too much, but one night Beau misses his daughter’s hockey tryouts and phone calls in favour of shooting tequila in a bar with his co-worker, and Y/N isn’t sure if she’s being taken for granted or if something bigger is going on that she needs to worry about.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, angst, misunderstandings, language, making up, fluff, smut, p in v

Bingo Square: Make Up Sex for @j3bingo

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I sincerely hope this doesn’t disappoint… a few comments I’ve had seem to want this to be a bigger thing than it is, but it was always only going to be a fight and needy make up sex.

Though I make no promises, what I will say is that this was my first time writing for Beau and I kinda fell in love with this little family, so maybe I’ll go back to these guys and investigate their past a little more, who knows?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the submission for the Make Up Sex square for @j3bingo. And another thank you to @writethelifeyouwant for beta’ing for me (even though I added another little part once you sent it back to me because apparently I can’t help myself 🤷🏼‍♀️)

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The next few days were nothing short of torture for Beau. Y/N’s code of silence had spread to include Maisie and he didn’t know why. He thought everything was fine between them, and it was his wife he was in the doghouse with, but he seemed to have unknowingly upset his daughter again, too.

Regardless, he did everything in his power to be home in time for dinner and hadn’t even entertained the thought of going for drinks after work this past week. When Jenny asked him to go for a beer last night, he’d said no, that he spent enough time with the people in this office and was going home to spend time with his wife and daughter. When she had insisted, he reminded her that as her happily married boss and the sheriff of this town, they needed to maintain a professional relationship at all times. Jenny had tried to play it down, but his years as a detective meant that he saw right through it. He told her that he was her boss and her friend, but that was all he’d ever be.

Beau initially thought that maybe Y/N was jealous of Jenny for some reason and that was why she’d had such an extreme reaction to that night in the bar, but seeing for himself that Jenny did have feelings for him, made him see the whole situation in a different light.

He’d told Jenny when he left that night not to expect him for the next few days and that she was in charge–he was going to take a well overdue long-weekend–and to only call him if it were truly life or death, and that he’d see her on Tuesday.

Maisie was going on a school field trip for the weekend, and he would be the one to drop her off, using the journey as an excuse to talk to her and find out what was going on. He was also planning to use his weekend off to make it up to Y/N.

His home and his family were always happy and bubbly and filled with joy, and he hated that his sanctuary, his happy place, had a huge dark cloud looming over it. He was going to fix it. He needed to.

“Did you pack a first aid kit?” Y/N asked with Maisie stuck in her suffocating embrace.

“Yes, mom.” This had been going on for five minutes now, and Maisie couldn’t hide her impatience if she tried.

“Pepper spray? You know you might come across bears or badgers or possums in the mountains,” Y/N questioned.

“Yes, Mom! Can I go now? I’m going to be late!”

“Okay,” Y/N pressed a kiss on her daughter’s forehead and finally let her go. “Have fun, and be careful.”

“Yes, Mom.” Maisie playfully rolled her eyes.

“I love you, honey.” Y/N’s voice caught as she tried to fight back the tears.

“Love you too,” Maisie smiled as she grabbed her backpack and walked out the door.

“You know she’ll be back in three days, right?” Beau smiled softly at her, his heart aching at seeing her so hung up about being away from their daughter for the weekend.

“I know. It just makes me think about her leaving for college, even if it is still two years away.”

“Me too,” Beau nodded solemnly. “Are you coming straight home after work?”

“I’ll be home around six,” Y/N nodded. The conversation was still a little stilted between them, but at least she was talking to him.

“Alright, I’ll cook. Maybe we can share a bottle of wine? Have a quiet night in, and make the most of the empty house. What d’ya say, darlin’?”

“You’re going to cook?” Y/N smirked, and he grinned at her look of complete disbelief. “The last time you attempted that, you nearly burned the house down!” she laughed and he was quick to join her.

“When I say cook, what I mean is buy some meat and fire up the grill,” Beau said, tucking a piece of loose hair behind her ear with a smile.

“That would be nice,” she smiled back. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“I love you,” Beau said, hoping this time she’d say it back and not murmur an ‘uh huh’ like she’d done for the past week.

“I love you, too.” Y/N walked closer to him, lifted onto her tiptoes, and kissed his cheek. 

“So, are you excited for this?” Beau asked Maisie once they were driving down the street.

“Uh huh,” Maisie replied, her fingers flying across her phone as she typed something to someone.

“The house is gonna be quiet without you. Too quiet,” he chuckled, trying again.

“Uh huh,” she replied again, putting her phone away and turning her head to look out the window. She was so much like her mother that Beau often wondered where his genes had landed in her.

“You know, at least when your mom gives me the silent treatment, I know why. You wanna tell me what’s going on here?” Beau glanced over to her, and he could see her chewing on her bottom lip—another trait she got from her mother—and he knew she was just about ready to crack open. “Come on, talk to me, baby girl. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what I’m tryna fix.”

“Are you cheating on Mom with Hoyt?” Maisie finally asked, saying Jenny’s name with a disdain Beau had never heard from her before.

“No. Absolutely not.” It was an automatic response, one that needed no pause or dancing around; it was irrefutable.

“Then why did you lie to Mom about where you were the night of my hockey game?” she countered and Beau could see her eyes beginning to water.

“I didn’t lie, I–”

“You told Mom you caught a case, but the next day, I saw the photos of you and her that night in a bar!”

“Listen to me, Maze, please? That night after work, I went for drinks with Jenny because she really needed a friend and I was there for her. Nothing happened then, has ever happened, or will ever happen between us because I love your mom.”

“Then why did you lie about it?”

“I didn’t. Your mom knows where I was. She tore me a new one when I got home, and she knows I’d never, ever do that to her. She still got pretty pissed at me for that night though, and how those photos look and what they’d look like to you. And, on some serious reflection, I completely understand why she was so upset.

“When I missed your game and your phone calls which–just so you know–I’m still beating myself up over, Mom made up the story about catching a case so that you wouldn’t be more upset than you already were.”

“So… Mom lied?”

“To protect you,” Beau responded. “And, I think, to hit home just how much I was hurting you and her with the late nights at the office and the too frequent bar visits.”

“There really isn’t anything going on? Because those photos are…”

“Bad. I know,” Beau nodded. “Emotions were running high that night for Jenny and I didn’t see it at the time, but I’ve since realised that she has some… feelings for me. I promise I’ve shut it down. I’ve explained that I am her friend, but I’m also her boss. Her happily married boss, and that we need to maintain professional boundaries.”

“Does Mom know that?” Maisie asked as the car came to a stop outside the high school.

“Well, I think you know that she’s not speaking to me right now, but I’ve taken a few days off and tonight I’m gonna fire up the grill and talk to her.”

“Good, because I don’t want you and Mom to get divorced,” Maisie whispered and Beau pulled her into a hug.

“We’re not getting a divorce, baby girl. Your mom and I have been through a hell of a lot worse than this and it hasn’t broken us. I promise this won’t either, okay?”

Beau’s heart broke for his little girl and it strengthened his resolve to fix his mess and never make the same mistake again.

Although Y/N was warming up to him again, he still made sure to do everything he could to gain some extra brownie points. He mowed the lawn, fixed the leaking tap, and oiled the garage doors so they wouldn’t sound like a screaming banshee every time they opened. Everything that had been on Y/N’s to-do list for weeks had been done.

Beau prepped the grill and set the dining table using the so-called “fancy” plates and wine glasses that Y/N only used for special occasions. A dozen red roses stood proudly in a vase between two candlesticks, and he’d lit a couple of her favourite scented candles, dotting their glass holders around the table. 

To top everything off, after he’d dropped Maisie at school, he drove across town to go to the bakery she loved and got her favourite dessert. He’d then gone back across town to buy dinner and made sure he picked up her favourite wine from the liquor store. Tonight he was going all out.

With everything done, Beau showered and trimmed his beard, painstakingly making sure it was the length Y/N liked it. He dressed smart and used the aftershave she’d bought him for Christmas.

He knew his wife, and though he knew everything he’d done around the house would go a long way to getting back into her good graces, the biggest thing he could do was make an effort. To buy her favourite wine or dessert, to wear his hair and beard the way she liked it, to wear the scent she loved on him. Those are the things that would mean the most to her because he’d done it for her.

When Y/N got home, Beau was in the backyard checking on the grill. She strolled through the house, smiling at the perfectly set dining table and beautiful flowers. She paused to smell them and felt a flutter in her stomach as she saw the candles and a bottle of her favourite red, open and breathing next to two crystal glasses. Walking into the kitchen, she headed over to the open French doors, leaned against their frame and watched her husband stoking the coals in the grill.

“Don’t you look handsome! I feel very underdressed,” she said, smirking as he jumped slightly at her voice and turned towards her.

“You look beautiful as you are, darlin’, but there’s time to freshen up if you want to.”

“I know what you’re doing,” Y/N bit her lip in an effort to stop her growing grin.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Beau smirked as he put the lid on the grill down and slowly edged towards her.

“The lawn, the garage, the wine, the flowers… you’re trying to seduce me.”

“Is it working?” Beau grinned, knowing that it was. For twenty years he’d been playing her like a symphony. By this point, he was a maestro. 

“Maybe…” Y/N chuckled as Beau slid his arms around her waist and pulled her into his solid body.

“How can I change that ‘maybe’ to a ‘yes’?” Beau murmured, running his hands up and down her back.

“Hmm,” she hummed as a shiver ran through her body at the feeling of his hands touching her. “Well, you’re getting close.”

“Is that so?” Beau smiled and pecked her lips… jaw… neck.

His beard tickled her skin and made her shiver, and her knees weakened with every stroke of his large, warm hands up and down her spine. Gently, Beau pushed her away from the door and back into the house, only stopping when the kitchen island prevented them from going any further.

Beau pulled his lips from her throat and settled his gaze on hers. Softly gripping her chin with his thumb and forefinger, he tilted her head up and brought his lips to meet hers. The kiss started with soft, slow pecks before he became impatient and began licking at her lips, begging for permission to deepen their connection.

Y/N’s hands slid around his shoulders and pulled him closer as their tongues met in a passionate kiss. Beau had missed this. Missed her. Y/N was an affectionate person, and it wasn’t something she usually withdrew when she was mad because it was a punishment for her too. But he’d really fucked up this time and so she’d not only withdrawn her affections, she’d withdrawn herself from him completely.

He knew it wasn’t all him; she had some deep-rooted insecurities that came from her childhood. Always feeling like she wasn’t good enough or didn’t belong had plagued her growing up. Then when she chose not to go into the family business, she felt she was a disappointment. The black sheep. Different–and not in a good way.

Y/N had always told Beau that it was him who made those insecurities go away, and the few times they had snuck back in, comforting words of love and praise would usually get her out of it. This time though, when he’d likely been instrumental in her insecurities coming back, he wasn’t sure it’d be that easy.

“I’m sorry,” Beau spoke, breaking their kiss. “I know what I did was wrong and I know how much I hurt you.”

“And Maisie,” Y/N added. “What happened there, by the way?”

Beau sighed loudly, the conversation this morning with his daughter replaying in his mind. “She saw the photos and thought I was having an affair with Jenny.”

“Beau-”

“I know, Y/N. I talked to her and straightened everything out, okay? Maisie is fine now. And while we’re kinda on the subject, I’ve set things straight with Jenny, too. You were right, there are feelings on her side, but I do not reciprocate them, and I told her that. I love you, baby. Always have, always will.”

“I know,” Y/N smiled softly, and Beau saw some of her worries melt away from her furrowed brow. “Thank you for what you’ve done to fix things with Maze. And for the Jenny thing.”

“No need for thanks, darlin’. I’m only doing what’s right by my family.”

“I know, but I appreciate it all the same.” Y/N’s hands slid up his neck and into his hair, gently tugging on its length. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“Never doubted it, baby,” Beau winked and cupped her cheeks with his large palms. “And you know you’re my only girl, right? That it’ll only ever be you.”

“Never doubted it, baby.” Y/N grinned

After dinner, Beau and Y/N settled onto the sofa to watch a movie but found themselves too distracted to watch it. Beau’s hand squeezed at her thigh and steadily crept higher and higher up her leg. Y/N’s hand curled around his neck, and her nails gently scraped over his skin and into his hair.

The gentle touches turned into soft kisses which heated up quickly until the pair were making out on the sofa like a couple of teenagers.

“Not to push my luck here or anything, I know I’m still on shaky ground, but do you wanna move this upstairs?” Beau said as he reluctantly pulled away from her lips.

“I’d like that. A lot. I missed you,” Y/N replied.

Beau untangled his limbs from hers and stood from the sofa. He held his hand out and helped her stand and together, made their way to their bedroom.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Not a day goes by that I don’t ask myself how I got to be the one that married you.” Beau rasped as he crawled up the bed. He was going to ease any concerns she still had by worshipping her.

“I love this body,” he continued as his hands trailed under her shirt. “So sexy, and always so responsive to my touch.” Beau slid his hands under her shirt, over her lace bra, and cupped her breasts with his large palms, smirking when he heard her gasp.

“I love these breasts and that little sigh that you make every time I touch them.” He slid his hands down, gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, throwing it behind him.

“I love the little whimper you give me when I do this…” he pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her pebbled nipples. Taking one in his mouth, he hummed as he sucked greedily on it.

Y/N whimpered and tossed her head back. “Beau, please,” she begged, her hands gripping his hair and pulling.

“You like that, don’t ya, darlin’?” Beau pulled his lips from her sweet bud and switched to using his fingers to tease and tweak. “Like it when I play with these,” he murmured as he massaged her chest.

“Baby, please,” Y/N begged again. “Don’t tease me. Not tonight.”

Beau pulled away from her and kneeled on the bed. He quickly removed his shirt and threw it on the floor where it met hers. Standing from the bed, Beau took off his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, pushed them to his ankles and kicked them off.

Turning his gaze back to Y/N, he chuckled seeing that she was completely naked and looking at him expectantly.

“What?” she asked innocently, spreading her legs.

“You’re killing me, darlin’.”

“Then get rid of the underwear and get over here,” Y/N giggled.

“Yes, ma’am!” Beau grinned as he shoved the offending item off and pounced on the bed, making Y/N laugh. 

Covering her body with his, Beau kissed up her body starting at her tummy and working up to her neck. Y/N’s little gasps and moans were driving him wild.

“I love being the only one who sees you like this. That all of this is for me,” Beau placed kisses over her throat, knowing exactly what he was doing. Knowing exactly how to play her. “And that I’m all yours. Always have been and always will be. I love you more than you could ever know. It’s only ever been you, darlin’.”

Softly, gently, Beau pushed himself into her, gasping when he couldn’t go any further. The moan he let out made Y/N melt, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Fuck, Beau!” she gasped when he pulled himself from her and pushed back in.

“That’s my good girl, taking me so well. You’re perfect, baby. Made just for me,” Beau murmured between kisses to her lips, and slow, deep thrusts. “Fuck, darlin’, you feel so good. Bet I feel just as good inside of you, huh?”

“Fuck, Beau, you’re so big, stretching me, making me feel so full,” Y/N screamed. “Feels so good, baby.”

“I’m sorry I’ve taken you for granted since we got here, darlin’. You were right the other day when you said I was taking on cases I shouldn’t,” Beau spoke but continued to thrust at a slow, deep pace, driving Y/N wild and wanton for his praise and carnal affections.

“At first, the change of pace was good and I was enjoying it. Then Poppernak got shot and I stepped in to be Hoyt’s partner. But, when Pop came back, I got bored being stuck behind a desk and wanted back in on the action. So, I’d fall behind on paperwork, work late, go drinking to let off some steam and discuss cases with the team.”

Beau paused the push and pull of his hips, switching to stay fully seated and grind against her. His gaze held hers, soft and full of love and admiration for his wife.

“Nothing happened with me and Jenny and I didn’t want anything to happen. It’s only ever been you. There has never, ever, been a time when I’ve even considered stepping out of our marriage. You’re mine and I’m yours and nothing will ever change that.”

Beau was driving Y/N delirious with his grinding hips, hitting the most sacred places inside her. The sex was always good, but their lovemaking had always been incredible. The way he made her feel meant that he could’ve told her anything and she’d believe him, but she knew him; she knew he meant every single word that he said. None of this was the heat of the moment, all of it was completely and utterly true.

“No, I’m sorry, Beau. I shouldn’t have thrown that at you. I know how hard it was to take this job, to choose a quieter and safer life than what we had in Houston.” Y/N gasped as she clung to his shoulders, her entire body was on fire and only he could put it out.

“Baby, I need more of you. Will you let me go deeper?” Beau moaned through his thrusts.

“Yes,” Y/N mumbled, whimpering as he slipped from her and she turned onto her front, shifting onto her hands and knees.

With no effort at all, Beau slid straight home again. The new position forced her to open wider to him and engulf his throbbing member entirely. Her contracting walls sucked him in and squeezed, holding him within her for an extra few seconds.

Pulling out, Beau’s eyes locked on where their bodies joined. Seeing the way Y/N stretched to accommodate him made him growl and his eyes roll as he pushed back in.

“Fuck, darlin’, can’t believe you’d ever think I wanted anything other than this perfect little pussy. So soft and wet, feels like heaven,” Beau mumbled as he lay over her and pressed kisses to her shoulder blades and down her spine.

“Beau, baby, I’m-” Y/N moaned, completely wrecked and he loved it. There was no sweeter sound from his wife than her falling apart on his cock.

“I know, darlin’, I know. And I gotcha, baby. I’ve always gotcha. Let go for me, that’s my good girl.” Beau grunted, his hips speeding up and snapping into her harder.

Y/N whined every time he pushed into her, his throbbing cock hitting that sweet spot inside before coming to rest at its hilt, grinding into her cervix with his sensitive tip.

Having as much as she could take, Y/N came with a scream. The tension he’d built so perfectly in her snapped and her orgasm crashed over her in waves.

Beau wasn’t far behind and with one last push as far as he could go, he stilled within her, profanities spilling from his mouth as his orgasm coated her velvet walls.

“I love you, Y/N,” Beau whispered between kisses on her shoulders and neck. “Always have, always will.”

THE END

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#j3bingo #18+ #beau alren x reader #smut #beau arlen smut #beau x reader #beau arlen

[lenasprouts-words]

olderbrother!skz headcanons :3

gn!reader with a scenerio w menstruation in changbin’s! maknae line

i want an older brother… anyways

bang chan

oh ho ho you KNOW hes gonna be super duper protective of u

like nuh uh the kids can NOT meet you

but u still get to hang out w maknae + jin line (closer to their age)

age gap is like three years or smth so

his parents adopted you when he was four and u were one

movie nights every weekend frfr

or atleast movie nights on call

and whenever you got tea, he’s on the ready

best best advice, like, ever

sometimes you wonder if this is his nineteenth life or smth

so wise

you painted a mug for him once

no one is allowed to touch it

it has its place in the gym bros’ dorm

sometimes picks you up and runs when your talking to someone

and if you ignore him he’ll start cuddling up to you

’channie get tf away go annoy seungmin or whatever im studying’

gives you nicknames like ‘buggy bear’ and ‘baby duck’

makes you learn languages with him

when he learned ikaw for manila, ph concert he showed you first

bc he knows you like listening to tagalog

he has videos of you singing and falls asleep to it when he gets homesick

lets you listen to his unreleased songs and tracks on his laptop

you got to make one that one time at home too

you send little messages to him thru out the day

and scold him when he’s up working

you know bc he gave you his location

you bought his bubble and constantly tease him

when he comes home he takes you and berry to the aquarium

he picks you up and spins you when yall hug

its the funnest thing ever

will not hesitate to bring up that time you ate hamster poop thinking it was choco chips

lee know

okay he’d be really scary to your friends but like a cat around you

your age gap b like, one or two years

he annoys you about anything

crushes, enemies, good animes or mangas

stuff like that

in turn you bug him about the members

’whats jisung like when hes sick’ ‘oh do you know innie’s plans are tomorrow’

he finds your hyunjin pc collection and blows your phone up

but his hugs are so nice and warm

he holds you by the shoulders and his hands go down your back

eventually he starts tickling you

but you use the self defense moves he’s been teaching you

one of your middle school friends had a crush on him

they were flabbergasted when you walked home together

buys you things that remind you of him

and leaves it on your window sill/table/bed

his favorite hoodie is the bunny w the middle finger bc you gave it to him

makes your lunch for you and leaves slightly passive aggressive notes in them, still sweet tho

although once you got a note that said

’give me back my hoodie or i’ll shove a water bottle up your asshole. xoxo lino hyung’ that was for jisung

once decided to pick you up from work to get sushi

your coworkers were like

’wow i didnt know they had a boyfriend’

you cried laughing hearing that and so did min

teased you about the fanfic you wrote when you were thirteen

and you tease him about the 2PM shrine he had

obviously you both r cat ppl

so he takes you to cat cafe dates all the time

insists on paying and saying you’ll pay next time

sends random ass pics on tour all the time

changbin

he absolutely cherishes you

like holds you up like a trophy infront of his friends all the time

youre two-three years apart from each other

he loves loves giving you piggy back rides

also loves squeezing the life out of you

youre the one he goes to when he buys something

and he’s the one you go to for relationship advice

once you took him to an amusement park

your camera roll was full of blackmail

tens of millions of inside jokes

one of the kids will fix their hair and you’ll both burst out laughing

bc once changbin ran into a pole fixing his hair

your ultimate group is newjeans so you went to a fansign

and got bin a signed teddybear

he cried when you gave it

he constantly tells you to be safe

when your going somewhere

’bye baby cub (nickname lol), be safe have fun love ya!’

when you need a little pick me up

he comes to you with your favorite ice cream flavor and his laptop

your emergency contact

one of your friends has to text him and he gets super suspicious

’cub who tf is this? why were they texting me?’

almost started a whole ass fight

its okay tho he apologized and bought chocolate

constantly tells you to go to bed early bc he doesn’t want you to ‘become like channie-hyung’

will run to get you what you need

if you got your period and arent prepared he’ll know

just sprints to the nearest cvs

even cleans up your nasty bedsheets bc u leaked

’oh dont worry cub i can handle it’

your on his close friends list on instagram

most times its just dedications to you that he puts on his story

hyunjin

his day one frfr

like your only a year apart so your tight asf

his hugs will be gentle but so warm

bear hugs>>>>

his huge ass hands will totally go around your neck for comfort

he also digs his face into your shoulder

he paints many things for you

like he’ll also give you his unfinished projects when he’s sick of them

shines when you compliment him

teaches you choreos and lets you make up some

dyes your hair often too

spa nights where its just the two of you with a movie of your choice in the bg

those are the days where you can just. let go

tea gets spilt. i mean like, you know absolutely everything abt the other atp

spontaneous karoake nights

he gets worried when you drink tho

’noooo what if you fall on your face and then it gets ruined!!’

when he’s tired or down tho

one of the members text you and you come over with your comfort box you packed for these situations

face masks, iced americanos, watermelons, fluffy blankets, llama eye masks for sleeping, an air purifier, room spray, and a huge hoodie and sweatpants/shorts bc he probs did NOT shower in his funk

when he goes home you take walks together and catch up

also you just. really like smelling his room

it smells like flowers and the perfume your late grandfather used

gifts you things from versace

his favorite colors are black and white; yours are brown and grey

picture wall of polaroids w photos u took together

you stream his music 24/7

he writes sad sad songs abt missing you

worse than hannie and his break up songs 😭

working on the maknae line!

#skz #skz headcanons #stray kids #bang chan #lee know #lee minho #changbin #seo changbin #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin

[satureja13]

The Friendship between: Jeb and Ji Ho

Jeb is Ji Ho's best friend (Jeb's best friend is Kiyoshi). It all started when Jeb Harris, a premade, showed up at the Space Bar, where Ji Ho and the others lived, and invited Ji Ho for prom. Barefoot and with that bag on his head. Of course Ji Ho said yes. They spent a fantastic evening together - and Vlad was jealous ^^'

And a few days later, Jeb visited Ji Ho again. Vlad tried to keep him from entering Ji Ho's room because -> he was jealous. He didn't wanted them to be alone ö.ö

Then they went for their weekend trip to Henford-on-Bagley and guess what: Jeb showed up! From that day on Jeb was a regular in our story.

Ji Ho and Jeb have an amazing chemistry. I've never seen any other of my many Sims look at each other with so much affection like Jeb and Ji Ho do. Jeb explained once why Ji Ho was so special for him. And Jeb gives Ji Ho stabilty after all he went through in the Slums of Sulani. For Ji Ho, the Bond and Jeb are the only stable things in his life.

Here, Ji Ho even turned around twice to look at Jeb. Even though he just went to the kitchen omg! We have a whole collection with these pics ^^'

After Vlad's death, Ji Ho had to leave the Space Bar: Vlad drank real blood for the first time and developed a consuming bloodlust for Ji Ho's blood. So Saiwa brought Ji Ho to Jeb's home. Jeb tried everything possible to bring Ji Ho's cloudy mind back (Genji had put a spell on him to make him willing). This is the first pic of them making music together.

Later they formed their band 'The Creatures' and sometimes Jack joins them. They have a Roadie/Manager named Travis and even a tourbus :]

This is their tour logo:

Legendary Concert pics: (all collected -> here)

Jeb and Ji Ho often lived together. Twice at the Burrow (Jeb's family's home), then they shared a room in their dorm at Belgraves Institute and the hotel room at tartosa and they lived together during their tour.

Ji Ho often consoles Jeb when he and Saiwa have their quarrels.

Jeb and Ji Ho as Team Geology for their school project :3

Jeb and Ji Ho in the Hot Spring (before Vlad attacked them out of jealousy and bloodlust ö.ö')

Mount Komorebi Outtakes:

Jeb and Ji Ho ride into the sunset :3

Jeb and Ji Ho swimming in Wakabe River

Romance Faktor: 4/5 💖 They would be my favourite couple of all if it weren't for Vlad and Ji Ho and Saiwa and Jeb.

Their Friendships (in chronological order):

In chronological order: 🫛 Saiwa and Jack 🫛 Vlad and Jack 🫛 Saiwa and Vlad 🫛 Kiyoshi and Jeb 🫛 Saiwa and Ji Ho 🫛 Ji Ho and Jack 🫛 Ji Ho and Jeb 🫛 Ji Ho and Kiyoshi 🫛 Vlad and Kiyoshi 🫛 Vlad and Jeb 🫛 Saiwa and Kiyoshi 🫛 Jack and Jeb

Their Relationships (not updated yet)

Ji Ho and Vlad (and Luci)

Saiwa and Jeb

Jack and Kiyoshi

Noxee and Greg

Leander and Wesley (and Vlad)

Francine Spencer (Jeb's Grandmother) and Jules Rico

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 🕹️ 'Therapy Game' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

#The Boys Friendships #underwater love #sims 4 story #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 #sims 4 vanilla #oc #ocs #my ocs #original character

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Modern au: how would the sully kids throw a house party? Would they get in trouble? How much fun would they have and who's idea would it be?

Ohhhh ho ho I have been thinking about this one. So this will be in keeping with my lovely wheelchair! Jake modern au world.

-So I think Spider and Neteyam are both in their senior year of high school. Spider got held back in elementary school because he was having some learning issues related to his childhood trauma and attachment issues.

-Jake Sully wakes up one fine morning on his wedding anniversary and impulsively decides that because he and Neytiri eloped the first time they should have an elaborate vow renewal ceremony with all of their family and friends this time. He's hiding away in the office with Kiri and Tuk making them help design a beautiful card with this information for Neytiri, having already sent Lo'ak and Spider to the store for flowers while Neteyam researches venues in the other room.

-So when she hears about this, Sylwanin decides they also need to have a bachelor and bachelorette party. At first she thought that she would just have a bachelorette party, but Tsu'tey helpfully reminded her that Neytiri and Jake have all the same friends and Jake has no family besides Tommy (and Norm). Sylwanin bitches about this for the rest of the evening before calling up Tommy and Norm and roping them into planning the most perfect jeytiri party ever. It involves a hike during the day so Jake can use his all terrain wheelchair and then ends with a camping trip full of alcohol and all of their friends.

-ALL THIS TO SAY; Jake and Neytiri will both be gone for an entire weekend for the first time ever. Jake is a stay at home veteran father, he is always lurking in every corner of the house waiting for you to do something wrong so he can tease you about it. Neytiri does travel for her nonprofit sometimes, but Jake is always there. And even if they went out on a date night, Mo'at or Tsu'tey or Sylwanin or Norm or Tommy or anyone else on the tight knit reserve would be around to babysit. But now, everyone they know is going on the bachelor/bachelorette trip. They won't be far, just on a different place on the reserve, but they won't be at the house all weekend.

-Lo'ak decides that Neteyam and Spider both need to have attended one high school party before college or they will never survive. So he decides they have to throw one. Kiri is in from jump, this is a hilarious idea and there is probably a low chance it gets blamed on her. Also she would never say this but she lives for all of Lo'ak's bad ideas. Spider is an easy sell, he spent so much time when he was little being too nervous to do anything wrong in case he might get sent away that he's easily sold on rebellion now. Lo'ak knows how to push the right buttons. Neteyam took a little more work, but eventually caved. Tuk is the real issue. What do they do with a ten year old during a party with strangers and drinking?

-They pay Tuk like, twenty dollars each to promise to keep her mouth shut and they all promise to owe her one favor as well. Tuk agrees to go to bed and stay in her room. Spoiler; she does not stay in her room at all.

-Some of the Sully kids have fun at the party, some do not. Spider and Kiri discover that they can really tear up the dance floor when buzzed, and they have a blast with Rotxo. They have both been practicing that choreographed dance routine from The Perks of Being a Wallflower for years, apparently for this moment, and Rotxo was the perfect Charlie.

-Lo'ak plans to spend the entire time with Tsireya and instead finds himself chasing Tuk around the house trying to get her to go back to her room. He doesn't drink at all, but Tsireya does help him and she has a fantastic time. Lo'ak Did Not have fun at the time but does remember it fondly, because it's all a blur of Tuk's giggling and Tsireya smiling.

-Neteyam has a weirdly fun time too. In my experience, when you are drinking the first few times you are like "whoa I'm drunk" when you are like, vaguely tipsy in reality. And then later when you actually do get drunk you're like "WOW I WAS NOT DRUNK BEFORE AT ALL." I think this was Neteyam's vibe. He had one Mike's Hard and then he was like "wow I'm drunk this is great!" but in reality he had a great buzz going and he was electric. He talked to everyone there, high fived Tuk when she hid from Lo'ak in the cabinets behind him, ate like four of Tsireya's cupcakes, dipped Spider because Kiri wasn't strong enough to hold him, and made out with Ao'nung in the bathroom a couple times. It was the best night ever.

-Tuk, of course, had a blast. Ruining Lo'ak's night is perhaps the best gift of all.

-I think Jake and Neytiri totally know what happened, but they are saving that knowledge for a rainy day. Also it's kind of adorable how the siblings are all partners in crime, and it makes then both think of their own siblings who just threw them such a nice party. They are both softies at heart.

#i hope you all know ao'nung wasn't elaborated on because he spent the entire party stalking neteyam basically waiting to be made out with #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #spider sully #neteyam sully #jake sully #neytiri sully #jeytiri #kiri sully #tuktirey sully #lo'ak sully #sylwanin #tsu'tey #tommy sully #norm spellman #mo'at #rotxo #tsireya #loreya #ao'nung #aonunete #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #we are mindmelding get in #modern au (wheelchair jake! edition) #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron)

[vroomvroommbtch]

From me to you I hate everybody - DR x fem!OC

Masterlist

Summary: Jas loved France until she didn’t, at least not that weekend.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem!OC

Warnings: fluff all over the place, dad!Danny and nothing but love with some hints of bad mood.

Word count: 4.6k

A/N: Kids! Vacations started so we have good news in form of a oneshot. Welcome to J&D little world which I decided to call House of memories. I have been dying to work on this two for forever but I never had time bc I was too consumed with M&M🤭 Its gonna be a bunch of oneshots bc I’m seriously too lazy to write another whole story like So it goes😌 Vacations and my hate for Mclaren turned into this thingy right here and I made it mostly in one day so bare with me if its a mess😅. Also should I make a timeline since this is gonna be kind of mixed with So it goes? Let me know? Okay, I hope u like it and let me know what you think? See u soon! 🫶🏻

From me to you I hate everybody.

-

July 2022.

Hearing Daniel's voice over the radio saying that tired 'I tried' was like the little drop that filled the glass. It wasn't such a bad race considering he made it to the points, but it was more than enough for Jas to want to leave.

Jas never left the garage until Daniel passed on his way to all the media obligations after a race. Since the first day she has stayed at the garage and not hiding at the RedBull hospitality, and after four years of relationships, Jas has stayed there after every single race, no matter how good or bad it was. She stayed through thick and thin, waiting for Daniel with a smile on her face, ready to grab his hand and squeeze it, but for the first time she just couldn't stay.

Not even on the worst days with Redbull she did such a thing, and some days she really wanted to just go away because she didn't want to see anyone there except Michael and Blake, but that day she couldn't handle anymore. She couldn't keep seeing all that orange garage around her. She couldn't handle all that people around her. She just couldn't deal with it to the point that she was disgusted, so she decided to leave.

Jas touched Michael's arm, and as soon as he took his headset off, she said she was going to the hospitality to get Olivia and then back to the motorhome. She could see the worry on her friend's face the second those words left her lips, but she assured everything was fine, that she just needed some air. Daniel didn't need to see her pissed-off face. The last thing he needed was that, so she asked Michael to let Daniel know she was going to be there waiting for him once he was done. And just like that, she left.

She found Maggie and Blake playing with Olivia. She was a little happy sunshine, with a smile on her face as she was in Blake's arms, standing on his legs and trying to grab his glasses. She was a happy almost six months old beautiful sunshine, always smiling like her dad, and Jas was more than happy knowing her daughter completely ignore the bad mood her mom was having. Neither her sister or her friend needed much explanation; they knew Jas and her face said it all, so they just let Jas take Olivia as they assured they would take care of everything with Michael. There was no need to explain how that 'Everything' meant 'Daniel', knowing perfectly fine he was gonna freak out as soon as he saw how her usual spot in the garage was empty.

Jas was sure the first thing Daniel did was text her, way even before any interview or other compromise he had. The sweet little 'Mike just told me. Are you ok? Love you, be there asap' that she received was enough to make her smile for a minute as she walked away from the noise, the cameras and the people, holding her daughter close to her chest, covering her from flashes and pictures. That was the only text she answered. She didn't say anything to Michael, Maggie, or Blake when they texted. She was just too exhausted to talk. She just wanted to go home and lay in bed with her daughter and her fiancée and forget about all that circus, even if for a couple of hours. They were the only two people she really wanted to see that day, even when it was impossible because they had to fly back to Monaco that same night.

At least Jas could have silence for an hour and some stolen minutes. A long hour where all the company she had was Olivia, which was the best company in the whole world. A long hour where she sat on bed, playing with her daughter and covering her perfect face with kisses to make Olivia giggle as she moved her tiny arms and legs. It wasn't until that long hour passed that she heard the door to the motorhome opening.

The giggles and play time were over, and after Jas fed Olivia, she fell asleep right in the middle of the bed while her mother just looked at her and stroked her tummy. But not even the door or the soft knock on the wall letting her know Daniel was finally there took Jas' attention from her daughter. Jas could have taken a nap, too, but like every single day from the moment Olivia was born, she couldn't stop looking at her. Jas couldn't really focus, pretty much lost on her own thoughts as her eyes were fixed on the way Olivia's chest was raising and falling slowly. She didn't want to move, not even knowing Daniel was there to pick them up because they had to fly back to Monaco, even if just for two days. It was in moments like those where Jas was nothing more than thankful for the fact that their daughter was just a baby who still couldn't understand what was happening around with her dad and his job, and damn, how much Jas envied being able to ignore all that.

But Daniel's hand stroking her cheek was what brought her back to reality. It was like a magic trick, but it worked every single time, no matter how badly Jas was feeling. It worked every single time she was so stressed it felt like there was no way out. It worked in the nights when she couldn't get herself to sleep and even when she was exhausted before and after Olivia was born. It had worked every single day and night of the four years they spent together, so it wasn't really a surprise the fact that it worked that Sunday after too. In fact, knowing Olivia and Daniel were safe, by her side and exactly under the same roof as she was where the breeze of fresh air she needed that day.  

"Everything suddenly got too much. Too loud and too warm, I guess. I wasn't in the mood to be there at all" Jas explained before Daniel could even ask; eyes still focused on Olivia as she tried to keep it together.

"The fact that your husband had a mediocre race doesn't help" Daniel affirmed softly, kissing her temple as Jas laced their fingers together and placed them over her chest.

"This has nothing to do with you. I'm just having one of those days" she shrugged, squeezing his fingers as she closed her eyes, feeling Daniel's lips against her skin again.

That's how they stayed for some minutes, lost in their own little bubble. Fingers lacing, eyes fixed on their baby girl and soft kisses to remember how they were there for each other. They didn't need any real reminders, not when their eternal reminder was right there by their side, wearing a cute Enchanté turquoise onesie with a pair of baby Vans, being a tiny copy of her dad.

"I was expecting you to explode at some point, y'know? You've been dealing with too much shit" Daniel whispered, breaking the silence of the motorhome.

It would be a lie if Jas didn't say everyone thought she was going to explode soon or later. She was always composed, but deep down all the shit was bubbling, especially the last couple of months and weeks. People always talked, she was used to it, and with time she learned to build a wall around her and them. She learned to make her skin thick because Daniel needed her, but since Monaco everything was going downhill, and she could point exactly at the guilty ones.

But the last thing Daniel needed was her fiancé exploding. He had too many issues, too much weight on his back, and too much pressure, so Jas took deep breath after deep breath waiting for herself to calm down, and it worked. It worked until that afternoon. "I'm just tired. I need to sleep. I need that summer break more than I thought" Jas insisted, turning in the bed to lay on her back and being able to look at Daniel.

What made her feel worse was how tired he looked. The bags under his eyes were too big and too noticeable. He looked exhausted and drained and on any normal day she would drag him to bed to get some rest, but that wasn't a normal day.

"Are you okay?" Jas asked, stroking his cheek with her fingers and then leaving her hand there, holding his jaw as carefully as possible. "You really need to sleep, baby. You really need to get some rest but we can't till we get to Monaco and I'm here laying like we don't have a plane to catch"

"Honey, I love you but stop for a damn sec. I'm alright. The one who's clearly not fine it's you" Daniel stated, stroking her face just like Jas was doing with him, all while their hands were still together, resting against her chest.

And then it came the guilt. Daniel shouldn't be worrying about her. He should be focusing on everything else but her. Her job was to help Daniel so he didn't have to worry about anything, at least on weekends when he should focus on everything except racing. That was her job, but Jas couldn't help but feel like she was failing miserably.

"I'm so sorry, Dan-"

But before she could keep talking, Daniel made her stay quiet with a kiss. It was so slow, so soft, so gentle, and so loving, that it made her mind shut up, even if just for a minute. It was all she needed in that moment to understand that it was good. It was going to be good no matter what happened as long as they were together. That's how it has been since the night they met.

"Hey, there's no need to apologize for anything. You're tired, it's normal. Nobody can blame you, especially not me" Daniel affirmed against her lips, stealing one last kiss as he moved apart just to be able to look at her face. "Let me ask you something. You sure you wanna have a weeding now? We can move it. Summer break, winter break, it's the same thing. We don't need a paper to say we love each other. We never needed one"

That was all Jas needed to suddenly sit down on the bed and drop his hands. She knew Daniel didn't mean wrong. She knew Daniel would never hurt her, but those words were like ice water suddenly falling all over her. They waited years for that moment. Between timing, the pandemic, restrictions and then the pregnancy and Olivia and everything, they had waited years. They waited so long that once Daniel finally proposed they just couldn't wait to do it, so they decided to not wait until winter break and instead do it during the summer break. Olivia was going to be six months by that time, so they thought it would be a good time to have their little dream wedding, surrounded by their families and friends in the place they called home. They thought it was a good idea, but maybe Daniel changed his mind.

"We're getting married in two weeks and you wanna move it? Are you having cold feet on this?" Jas asked, suddenly feeling like the air in the motorhome wasn't enough. The whole oxygen in the world wasn't enough as her chest was raising and falling too damn fast.

"No, babe! I want to marry you since the night we met, so believe me, I can't wait to do it. But-"

Even if Jas felt her soul going back to her body and her heart stop racing inside her heart, this time it was Jas' chance to make Daniel shut up, but she didn't do it with a kiss. Instead, she placed her fingers over his mouth, letting him know it was better to not keep talking. "No buts. We're gonna get married, then we get all the rest we need to come back and kick ass on track"

"You ain't regretting telling me to keep racing, right?" Daniel suddenly asked, between kisses all over her hand, but especially over her engagement ring. It was almost normal to hear Daniel ask such a thing, especially on the worst days. It was also normal for Jas to answer a very simple 'Shut up, babe', but that day she wasn't in the mood, not even for that.

"What's with you and the silly questions, babe?"

"I'm just saying…"

"No, Dan. I don't regret it" she started, getting up from bed because every single time Jas was overthinking and over-worried, she would pace around enough to leave a hole in the floor. "I'm just tired of seeing you work your ass off every single day and all for what? So your team makes a shitty strategy and both you and Lando get stuck behind some car? And then people and your own boss keeps talking shit and it goes on and on and on. You work your ass off at the factory and then you work your ass off at home to be a good husband and a good dad for our baby and to be present as much as possible because I know you're worried as fucking hell to let us down even if you could never do such a thing because you already are the best dad and husband" she rambled, moving her hair from one side to the other as a nervous tic she always had.

"J, princess, c'mon-" Daniel tried to interrupt her, even knowing it was impossible when she was nervous.

"No, you know it's true!" she exclaimed, maybe too loud, almost forgetting their daughter was by their side sleeping. And in those moments was when she was nothing but thankful for the fact that Olivia was a deep sleeper, not like them. "And damn, its not just you working your ass off. Look at Blake! And Mike? That poor boy's working none stop all the damn time to keep you healthy and ready to go while he's also trying to hold Maggie as tightly as possible because poor kid's a mess. He's doing every single possible thing to keep her going because she's also in the verge of losing it. She's running around like a chicken without head, Dan" Jas breathed, feeling the tears threatening to fall from her eyes. "And goddamn, I feel like I should do something else to help you all guys and I don't know what or how. I'm all over the place because Maggie and Mike are a big ass mess and I'm so fucking worried about them and it's their relationship but they're my family and at the same time I need to focus on you and Oli because it's my job. You're my priority and I need to look after you both because if I don't do it what kind of bad mom and wife I am? I can't even sit on that goddamn garage because I'm just tired of seeing everyone just smiling at me like it's all cool when it's not. But I should be able to stay because of you. You need me there, babe. I know you want me there. And then there's mom, dad, grandma, grandpa and our friends and the wedding and I feel a bad daughter and a terrible friend for not being more present for them and now for pulling all this shit on you when you have way bigger problems like driving a shitty car at 300 kilometers per hour at an unhealthy temperature and why I am even letting you do that? What kind of wife I am? What kind of mom I am letting the father of our baby do that?"

It wasn't until she took it all out of her chest that she stopped talking and walking. It wasn't until she was done, she also realized her heart was racing again, just like her mind. She knew Daniel could count with one hand how many times he'd seen Jas like that. The first time was when she had to tell him about the bad encounter she had with Christian Horner during the Monaco GP when Daniel and Jas had been dating for just a couple months back in 2018, which only gave Daniel another reason to leave Redbull. Then when they found out about Michael and Maggie and she had to explain to Daniel why she was so furious about the situation. Then when she found out she was pregnant. And the last was after she had a very long and very uncomfortable talk with Zak Brown. But even when it happened once in a while, Daniel knew what to do. He knew the best thing was to let her talk until it was out of her chest and that's exactly what he did.

"Are you done?" he wondered, getting up from the bed and going straight to her to place both hands on her shoulders.

"I don't know. If you give me another second I'm sure I'll find some other things where I'm failing miserably" Jas breathed, rubbing her face with both hands. Then it clicked. "The next collection! We need to finish asap with the new collection, babe! You're about to drop the rodeo collection and I don't have the next one done!" she exclaimed, pressing her hands over Daniel's chest and grabbing a handful of his shirt.

"When I asked you all those years ago to do this together, I didn't do it for you to freak out, babe. It's supposed to be fun" Daniel stated, looking down at her as he held her hands between his and resting them against his chest.

The memory of all those years ago was what made Jas finally smile in what felt like forever. It felt like it was yesterday when Daniel had the crazy idea to drop his own collection and asked Jas to do it with him because there was no one he trusted to do it more than her, even when Jas had almost no idea about clothes design. It felt like it was just days ago when he had to insist for a damn week to finally convince her to do some simple, cool design to see if they both liked it. It felt like no time passed since that first collection dropped and they worked on another and then another and another. It had been her favorite thing to do, her favorite job so far, and the most rewarding one, even if more than once she freaked out thinking it wasn't good enough. There was nothing as fun and wonderful as working with the man she loved, so it was nothing but a delight, at least almost all the time.

"It's fun ninety percent of the time" Jas shrugged, pretending it wasn't a big deal. "And I thought you did it cause I'm your favorite graphic designer"

"You're my favorite everything, kiddo" Daniel affirmed, kissing her once before he kept talking. "You're my favorite designer, but also the best mom, wife, friend, aunt and sister. And you gotta believe me when I tell you you're there for everyone all the time, J. Nobody knows how the hell you do it but you do, so nobody can say anything about you not being present. Plus, you're a badass. Not much people would've the courage to stand up against some of the most powerful people in Formula 1 and her boyfriend's bosses, and there you were calling out their shit, and not once but twice"

And again, Jas smiled, but this time thanks to the proud look on Daniel's face. Any other guy would probably get mad at his girlfriend for getting in on his business and standing up against his boss, but not him. He didn't do it all those years ago and he didn't do it weeks ago. He was just worried about what his bosses said to Jas, ready to stand up and fight anyone who would mess with the woman he loved more than anyone in the world. Not that Jas needed someone defending her, but Daniel was ready to do it.

"Gimme a chance and I'll do it again. Nobody messes with my baby daddy" Jas murmured, letting go of his hands to place them on his neck, stroking his jaw with her thumbs.

"I know, sweet mama badger" he smiled, placing his arms around her waist, bringing her even closer to his body. "You're a badass and that's one of the things I admire the most about you. That and the fact that you handle all my shit, you pull up with me as I go around racing cars, all while you're handling motherhood like a pro doing most of the things on your own"

"Danny, baby, don't. It's not like that"

"You know it's true. You do most of the things on your own and it's not like when it was just you and me. With the three of us it's just harder. Between the hours I spend at the sim, working, racing and everything else you spend most of the times on your own with Oli. And you do it anyway and never complain about a thing when you totally should, so it's alright if you do it now" Daniel affirmed, moving her hands under her shirt to stroke her back as he kept talking, never moving his eyes away from hers. "Just like it's alright if you're not in the mood to be at the garage. You don't have to if you don't want. And if you don't then that's not gonna change a damn thing. You're the best mom and wife in the world, that's why we love you so much. Thats why I love you so much and I can't wait to finally say this wonderful, smart, beautiful woman's my wife"

"I love you too, D. More than you'll ever know" she smiled, getting in her tiptoes to kiss him. Jas never needed a reaffirmation or a path on the back; everything she did was out of nothing but love and devotion for the man in front of her and then for their daughter. It was her job to look after them and there was nothing she loved more in the world, but to hear Daniel saying those words was all she needed to know she was doing the right thing. It was all she needed to know she wasn't fucking it up. "Sleeping with you that night was seriously the best decision I ever made" she joked, moving her arms around his neck to scratch his head and play with his short curls.

Jas was surprised Olivia didn't wake up by the sound of her dad's laugh. It was the next thing Jas needed to feel better and like every single time, it worked wonders. "Na, it's the second best. The first one is right there, sleeping like she doesn't need to get her tiny ass on a plane" Daniel affirmed, pointing with his head to Olivia.

And like every single night when they put her in her crib, they couldn't help but stay in each other's arms, just looking at her, still not believing she was real and with them. "We did a cute one, uh?"

"Cute? Look at her face. She's the most beautiful baby in the world!"

"She is. Besides those dimples and curls made her even cutter, just like her daddy" Jas smiled, looking from Olivia to Daniel and then back to their daughter. Everyone said Olivia looked like Jas. Everyone said she was her mother's face, but the youngest Ricciardo had her dad's brown eyes, his dimples and his cheeky smile. Besides, even if they weren't crazy and defined as Daniel's, Olivia inherited the brown curls, but they were more like a waved version of it. But Jas favorite thing was how Olivia also took the always-smiling thing from her dad. She was always giggling and smiling, which made everyone say she was nothing but a sunshine of a baby.

"Beautiful as her mum and pa" Daniel affirmed, kissing Jas' head. "Do you trust me?" he suddenly asked, looking back at Jas with the sweetest expression on his handsome face.

"You came inside me the first night we met, I started to travel the world with you not even six months after dating and then I moved in with you not even after one year and there you ask if I trust you" Jas joked, getting in her tiptoes again to kiss his cheek as she moved her arms from his neck to his waist to hug him.

"We were insane for that. But trust me when I say everything's gonna be alright. There's nothing you and me can't fix"

Has couldn't help but nod at his words. There was nobody she trusted as much as Daniel. They had been through roller coasters after roller coaster and they always made it work together no matter what the problem was or how hard things were, so she knew that was just another hard time in their story. "I know it's gonna be alright and I know there's nothing we can fix. I just miss home. I wanna lay down in our bed" she shrugged, getting out of her chest another of the things that were haunting her. Home was anywhere she was with Daniel and Olivia, but she missed Perth. She missed her favorite place in the world and being there with her favorite people.

"I know you do, kiddo. I miss it too, but just some days and we'll be there. Can you do that for me?" Daniel asked, kissing her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and lastly her lips.

"Just for you"

"You're the absolute best. Bestest of best in the world"

"I know" she shrugged, closing her eyes as she rested her head on his chest. She knew they didn't have much time left; she knew they had to go soon, and that meant going back to reality, so she took the chance to enjoy the last minutes of silence, but especially the last minutes of not sharing her husband with the world. "Remember when you told me you were thinking about switching to Renault?"

"I do. You told me if we had to move to France then we were going to move to France" Daniel remembered, kissing her forehead as they thought of those years that seemed like centuries ago.

"Exactly. And you told me 'I know you love Paris, but the Renault factory is in UK, princess'. That's how much I know about F1" Jas giggled, feeling as silly as she felt that day for having zero idea about ninety percent of all the things related to Daniel's work. Four years later she knew like a 30 percent more, but that was it.

"All I know it's you were all ready to make your bags and go to France with me. You've no idea how happy I was to hear you say that" he smiled, looking down at her with nothing but love in his brown eyes.

"I'm still ready to pack and go anywhere you want, but I don't really like France today" she murmured as a sad smirk appeared on her face.

"What about we grab our baby girl we get out of here?" Daniel offered, and those were probably the best words she heard in the whole damn day.

"Alrighty, let's get out of this shit hole" Jas affirmed, the slightest Aussie accent she kind of adopted with the years appearing at her finest in one single phrase, making Daniel smile even more.

"That's my wife!" he exclaimed, kissing her once more before they let each other go, ready to forget about that French weekend.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo one shot #formula one #formula 1 #formula 1 fic #formula one fic #f1 #f1 fanfic #formula one imagine #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 oneshot #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot

[annihilate-this-week]

I know no one will see this because no one reads my tumblr and that’s fine but yesterday was my wife’s 40th birthday and I took her on a day trip to DC and bought her a bunch of stuff and a couple really good meals and now I’m sure we won’t have rent money and the thought of calling my dad and asking him for the money I’m short is giving me major anxiety even though I am pretty sure he’ll give it to me. Imm honestly trying to keep my parents pretty far away from me these days because I know they don’t support my identity or accept me as their daughter and I just can’t stand continuing to show up for the emotional abuse and unsupportive attitudes when I’m 47 goddamn years old and it’s been going on all my life.

Buuuut on the other hand I also can’t seem to make ends meet even though I have two jobs and a goddamn Patreon (which has 12 supporters — who I love but I need more and have no idea how to get them). I probably need $3000 a month for Sara and I to live pretty goddamn well and I can’t fucking get there no matter what I do. She can’t work full-time due to ongoing chronic health issues and I just want to give her a good life without having to panic about money all the time but I can’t seem to do it. And worst of all, then she blames herself and says I’d be better off without her as a “financial burden” or whatever, completely ignoring the fact that her emotional support is the only thing keeping me from completely losing my shit right now. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me and I don’t want her to feel that way, but sadly, I understand why she comes to those conclusions. I just want to create a situation where she has no excuse to feel that way and I can’t.

This cis lesbian who is married to a trans girl my wife is friends with was all gung-ho about helping me do a new resume so I could get a better job, and back in January we got together on a weekend and worked on stuff and got a resume for me about 80% done. She sent me home with homework I needed to get done so we could finish it but life kept getting in the way and I needed to make money NOW to make sure our power didn’t get turned off, we didn’t get evicted, etc, and before I knew it three months passed and now the girl who was helping me isn’t talking to me anymore and I think she’s offended I didn’t prioritize my resume but it’s hard to do that shit when you’ve gotta work 40 to 50 hours a week just to keep from losing your place and whatnot. And I think the dream of making an actual good resume so I can try for better jobs is dead now, or at least that I’m on my own, and it’s so hurtful and terrifying but I guess I brought it on myself.

And right now I’m sitting on the floor of my bathroom typing this instead of showering because I have to go work with my one employee (yes I am a MANAGER at my main job and I’m still struggling this hard) who consistently refuses to gender me correctly and is also terrible at her job and I’m just fucking dreading it. So here I am.

Anyway, thanks for reading. If you got this far and want to help a struggling queer aging trans writer lady and her disabled trans queer wife cover our goddamn bills and save me from having to be further indebted to my dad who never genders me correctly and is killing my soul, well, you can paypal me: [email protected] (yes my deadname is on that account, no they won’t let me change it) or Venmo me: @Drew-Necci. But don’t feel obligated. I know shit is awful everywhere in America right now.

Regardless, thanks for reading my panicked rant. Love you.

[translucent-at-best]

Scatter-brained...

I just got back from a quick, unexpected trip home for a funeral. It put a serious dent in my savings, what was a tickle in my throat became a full-blown cold while traveling, and although it wasn't a happy occasion, I can honestly say I'm really glad I went. I got to love up on my family, comfort my mom, and be on the receiving end of some much-needed hugs (I told them folks I was sick, but they insisted anyway).

While talking with my younger cousin over the weekend and being introduced to more of her family, she kept introducing me as a cousin she's missed and was really glad to see. She brought up instances when I looked out or took her out to eat or helped her out when she was in school or after she'd given birth to her daughter, and it made me feel so happy and appreciated. I did it because I'm big cousin and that's lil cousin. I wasn't thinking anything of it at the time, but it absolutely warmed my heart that spending time with me meant so much to her, especially since I've been gone almost 3 years at this point.

The way my people are showing up for me in my time of grief has left me speechless on more than one occasion. I feel so seen and cared for. The fact that they're looking for ways to comfort me without me even asking really has my acts-of-service-loving ass on the verge of tears.

Curban on curban, my shit in layers, ho

The hell is the other part of my tax return? It ain't much, but damn... it's my money and I want it now.

My roommate's dog has accidents when she's out working on the weekends and the other day I told her he went in the living room again and that it was too much. She either needs to train him to go on puppy pads or hire somebody to walk him. Since before she got him, I've been very clear about it being her dog and her responsibility. The response I got was, "well I'll clean it when I get home since you won't" and her basically calling me part of the problem because I meant what I said when I told her I'm not cleaning up after a dog that's not mine. Excuse the fuck out of me...

She apologized a few days later, but the whole interaction blew me. Never in a million years did I think she'd come back with, "I know it's my dog, but I'm busy, so either clean it up or deal with it." The it being dog shit... man... I'm just trying to stay saved.

I ordered two new pairs of glasses and I can't wait til they get here. The best part is I was able to get them for free and only had to pay $6 for shipping. I don't know if Firmoo is still running the sale (free frames + lenses), but in case they are, the code is TRIALB

We have no business talking if the thought of kissing me after you've cum in my mouth makes you uncomfortable. A friend and I were talking when she called her man the nastiest she's ever been with, and when I asked her what he does that others didn't do, the fact that he was willing to do that came up as a reason. It made me wonder what past men she's dealt with were like. I mean, I'm glad that's happening for her now, but that was the moment I learned we have two very different definitions of nasty. Because fucking with me, I need that shit to be standard.

Losing my voice with this cold and not being able to sing is making me realize just how often I randomly sing shit throughout the day. Hearing the things I usually sing come out of my mouth sounding not like they're supposed to got me like... "is this how folks who can't sing feel all the time?" Notes just come out sounding any which way, no matter how hard you concentrate on singing the right ones? Wild. I hate this lol.

#scatter #scatter-brained

[umichenginabroad]

Stockholm Week 3: Travel Preps!

Hej! I can’t believe it’s already February. Time flew by as I made more unforgettable memories in Stockholm :)

I am definitely getting more used to school and living like a local (we went through so much recycling in the past three weeks).

But for now, I'll dive right into my third week:

1/29 Mon: Freedom in Gamla Stan

During lunchtime, my friends and I visited Matchaya to get bubble tea and lunch. It was only a 10/15 minute walk from the DIS building! Very convenient. The bubble teas were AMAZING and the ramen was good too :)  

My first bubble tea (Mango passion fruit) in Stockholm was a huge success <3 They put chunks of real mango in the drink too!!

I’ve always wanted to go back to Gamla Stan to go into some specific stores that I passed by when I was with my friends, hence I went to Gamla Stan again. Granted that I have been there multiple times now, I didn’t need Google Maps to use the metro or get to the stores. In a small souvenir shop, I found the perfect key chain for my housing key!

It’s a tiny little fuzzy Viking friend! 

As I walked in the warm sunshine and the occasional breezes, I could feel the definition of peace of mind. It was exactly what I came to study abroad for and I was suddenly on the verge of tears due to pure happiness. It was an inexplicable moment :)

1/30 Tue: Searching for the One 

I had never imagined that finding a cream-colored puffer in XS size would be this hard.

There was this white jacket that I saw in UNIQLO during my arrival shopping, and it had been living in my head rent-free since then. I have visited other stores to look for jackets with similar properties but I never succeeded. Moreover, UNIQLO was out of the size I was looking for both online and offline. When I went to the website and applied the filters it said “VERY LOW STOCK” in the mall. I had no option other than to go to the Mall of Scandinavia to look for the exact jacket. I had to try!  

I took the astonishingly smooth commuter train for the first time, and it only took 25 minutes in total. Much to my joy, I was able to snatch the last one at the mall!

1/31 Wed: Let’s Book Everything 

I didn’t have any field trips today, so I had a great time waking up late in the morning (afternoon to be exact). 

I appreciate the sun so much more than I did back in the States 

My roommate and I had a conversation the day before about going to Austria, Vienna together as a weekend trip. We searched through Ryanair (at 1 am) and found the best flight that perfectly suits our class schedules. It gets better: it was $65 per person for a round trip to Vienna! That’s what I call a deal.

Next, I called my dear college friends back home. They have been talking about going to London ever since my study abroad in Sweden was confirmed. My friend and I scheduled a time on Wednesday with Google Calendar (this is what we need to do when we each have 10 billion events going on in our lives) to finalize the trip. Again, Ryanair did its trick and I got my flights booked in an hour. 

** Ryanair is recommended if you are on a tight budget AND don’t have a lot of stuff! I’m only bringing my backpack since these are all weekend trips :)

My roommate and I also had a fabulous dinner, ramen. 

As you can see from the photo, we had a feast

2/1 Thu: Self-Care Day

My morning film class was canceled today, so I had the pleasure of turning off all the alarms. For once I had plenty of time to make breakfast. 

*･+:*｡･ Golden French toast *｡･:*+*

When I was done with my late afternoon three-hour core course, I really didn’t feel like doing anything. So I didn’t! 

The view from the DIS building 

We just cooked together following an Instagram recipe

(could have used thinner meat)

and watched Memento together. It played with my mind too many times… I highly recommend it + a video essay that unfolds the movie from a different perspective! 

2/2 Fri: Banksy!  

To make up for the work I didn’t do last night, I woke up at 5 am to finish my homework. 

Sunrise view at 7:30 am 

After class, I briefly ate lunch and headed to The Mystery of Banksy.

I had no prior background knowledge about Banksy, which allowed the museum trip to be a fun learning experience. There was a lot more political and social criticism than I imagined in Banksy’s artworks. The pop-up ends on February 4th, so if you are interested check out the Banksy website! 

Here are the pictures we took: 

My roomie even brought her camera!!! I was so jealous

2/3 Sat: Fika with Friends

Of course, I went to Gamla Stan again. I was invited for a fika brunch and there was no reason to say no.

We walked around until there were seats available at Fika and Wine.

The food and the desserts were all flavorful. 

After devouring everything, we strolled around the city to digest. All four of us took pictures of each other at the same time and the conversations we had were too funny.

So much laughter &lt;3

I started turning around and around while my friend was taking pictures of me - it resulted in me getting a new nickname of rotisserie chicken.  

The picture depicts a chicken in the midst of rotating

Your answer better be YES to this question!

Maybe it was the turns that led me to lose my transportation card. That’s right, I lost my 90-day SL card. Thankfully, I registered for the replacement guarantee during the first week because I knew it was bound to happen at some point (but not this early ;-; ). I went to the SL Customer Service Center in Central Station, near the T-Centralen metro station, and got my 90-day plan transferred into a new card for $2. 

Sending love to my roomie who stayed with me until the problem got fixed. Couldn’t have done it without you <3 

2/4 Sun: More Planning (Hopefully the Last)

I finally finalized all the details for my Spain trip during the Exploration Travel Week Break! I got the flight and the hotel in Barcelona, and I am extremely excited for this trip. Going to Spain has been on my bucket list for a while now, and I can’t describe how THRILLED I am. I will write more about it when the time comes :) 

My plans for the rest of today are doing more homework and maybe getting dinner with my friends at a Ghanaian restaurant. 

I hope you enjoyed my relaxing but vibrant third week! The past three weeks in Stockholm have been exactly what I came to study abroad for, and I wouldn’t change this experience with anything. 

I hope to share more of my everlasting memories with you!

 

Vi ses, 

Jiwoo Kim 

Chemical Engineering

DIS Study Abroad in Stockholm, Sweden

#UmichEnginAbroad #IPEStockholm #JiwooKim #IPEWinter24 #Sweden

[a-wholelotta-love]

Totnt 1938! Episode 6 thoughts!

*Spoiler Alert*

Another episode! Another long post that no one asked for 🙈 Here's how I felt about it-

Cheon Moo young, Yeon and Hyung ju's dynamics. There is so much conflict and emotions involved there that I don't even know how to feel about it all. They had some really sweet scenes today and it's clear that they cared for each other. Now, I don't know who is capable of killing whom. But well, we will get to know.

Coming to my boy Rang ❤ I really find him and the mermaid cute. The girl is so hopelessly in love already and I love the way she looks at Rang. I don't know why but sometimes their interaction ends up giving me this foreboding vibe, like when she mentioned that she will protect him. I don't know why it tends to scare me. I really loved the scene where my boy refuses to drop her home but still keeps an eye on her till she reaches home safely. 🥺 How Rang subtly and discretely cares for people is the reason why I love him so much 🥺❤ Also, the scene where he plays the piano. Oh god, Miss mermaid and all of us only have heart eyes 😍 So cute 😍😂

Tbh, I was a little clueless about the storyline that was going on today with this new monster Jang San Beom. I think it will make more sense by the next episode. And I don't know but I somehow don't care about this Eun-ho (future Yu-ri). I am really sad about it coz I loved her in the previous season but I don't feel much for her in this one till now.

Now, my utmost favourite part again this episode was Yeon and Rang's interactions. I wanted to give one slap to Yeon's idiotic head when he was about to strike Rang without even checking. Thank god for Shin ju for such occasions. But apart from that, everytime Rang worries about Yeon and tries to hide behind his hard exterior, my heart breaks a little. My boy was legit like " Take me along, I will have your back. I don't trust that friend of yours". The look he gives Cheon moo young when him and Yeon are finally going is one of absolute distrust coz he cares about his brother. How he is trying to help in whichever way he can but being all cold about it. Yeon cheekily telling him 'thank you for worrying about me' coz it's so evident. Ah, my heart. For Rang's sake, I want Yeon to be safe and come back and have that bowl of naengmyeon that he promised my boy. 🥺❤

So again, almost everything I loved about the episode had much to do with Rangie baby. The preview of the next episode again shows him getting hurt, so can the writers please stop with that. It's getting too much guys, watching him bleed every alternate episode.

I am gonna go completely crazy waiting for the weekend this time 🥺

Worried baby boy 🥺

#lee rang #kim bum #tale of the nine tailed 1938 #kim beom #tale of the nine tailed #lee yeon #totnt #Baby fox protection squad #Full time lee rang simp #totnt 1938 #lee dong wook #Lee rang and Lee yeon

[onlylovingstrangers]

slow dancing in the dark

chapter one

wc: 2.5k

He is everywhere.

You look into a familiar pair of golden eyes. They stare back demurely for several suspended moments until someone bumps into you, breaking the spell.

“Watch where you’re going!” the man barks over his shoulder.

This is Shibuya. Around you, masses of pedestrians weave in and out of hordes, moving with purpose.

You are the outlier. The one person who doesn’t know where to next. You have no destination.

Turning your eyes away, you find your way down a familiar route. Behind you, the billboard watches you disappear into thin air, becoming just another one in the crowd.

ONE MORE WEEK — NEW SINGLE FROM KDZKN — BREATHE

#

“Say hi to the vlog,” is the first thing Yukie says, before she shoves her camera in your face.

“Hello, vlog, hello Yukie. Thank you for getting my best angle,” you respond obediently. In the distance, the sound of cutlery clattering is distinct. “You guys better not be using my Hello Kitty pan.”

“I’m innocent,” your roommate says. “I’m not the one cooking. But let's see if Kaori’s been taking advantage of your absence.” She follows you into the kitchen, where a very guilty looking Kaori awaits.

“Oh my god!” you shriek.

“I’m sorry! It fries the best!” the culprit blurts immediately. “I sprayed it with non-stick oil though!”

“This is a special edition product,” your beloved Hello Kitty’s face has been scraped and sullied. “I left for two days. I specifically said this pan is off limits.”

“The drama of a Wednesday afternoon,” Yukie intones. “Unmatched.”

“How are your parents?” Kaori asks as you eye her petulantly. But there are more pressing grievances to air.

“It was the usual,” you say, hopping onto the countertop. “They asked me how work was. I said boring. They asked me how my love life was. I said non-existent. They got mad at me for not having direction. I apologized. Then they got mad at me for apologizing.”

“That was expected,” Yukie says. “Did you bring any snacks ho— ow!”

“Deserved,” Kaori says pointedly. “And you do have direction,” she reassures you.

“They said I didn’t have enough drive. I’m supposedly at the height of my youth and wasting it by being passive.” You open your mouth as your friend feeds you a spoonful of fried rice. “Ironic. I don’t know what they want.”

“Obviously for you to do something crazy,” Yukie says from where she is sprawled on the floor.

“Like what though? This needs more soy sauce.”

“We ran out. No doing anything crazy, please.”

“Like stripping for the vlog.”

“No.”

“Absolutely not! Why are you still entertaining her?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “Recently I’ve been feeling so… neutral about everything. My life is boring, I’m boring, and worst of all I don’t even care. How did that happen?”

Yukie shuts off the camera and sits up. Kaori puts her spatula down in the stir-fry. The three of you exchange an uneasy glance, unsure where to proceed.

“Is this the so-called quarter-life crisis?”

“Am I boring, too?”

“We’re broken,” Yukie says, flipping dramatically back onto the floor and turning on her camera. “It’s official. We need to do something crazy, now, to cure us.”

#

Another weekend spent with your parents, another overwhelmingly spiritual journey on the way back home. You regret not making more out of everyday experiences. You regret arguing with your mother whenever you visit. You even regret not studying harder in high school.

I regret a lot of things, you silently tell your reflection in the train window.

I know, it responds.

Outside the station, the previous billboard has been replaced with a newer one.

BREATHE BY KDZKN OUT NOW!

This one doesn’t feature a picture of the singer’s face, which is a relief. KDZKN is a popular artist, enough so that his PR doesn't need to bring in his visuals to appeal to the public. In fact, his music shouldn’t need to be publicized to this extent at all. He’s already achieved international acclaim, already lives under microscopic scrutiny by millions of fans. But that’s a good team for you, doing more than they need to.

He sure knows how to pick them, you think.

#

Before you finish inserting the PIN onto the touchpad, the door swings open. “SURPRISE!” Kaori and Yukie shout in unison, the former wearing a lopsided party hat, and the latter throwing streamers into the air.

“Oh, Jesus,” you gasp, swallowing back a slew of bad words. “What? What’s the occasion? You scared the hell out of me!”

“We’re going to do something crazy,” Yukie sings. “It’s going on the vlog. My camera’s charging right now.”

“Your channel evolution — from mukbang to whatever it is now — is potent material for behavioral specialists to analyze,” you declare, taking your boots off with gusto. “These were so painful to stand on. The tops were digging into my calf.”

“Well, change into something comfy,” Kaori says. “Because yes, we’re going to do something crazy. Right now.”

“You too, Kaori? What has the strange lady fed you?”

“I’m right here!”

“I thought of it myself,” she says proudly. “I know. It’s crazy.”

“How are these?” You hold up Hello Kitty slippers.

“Perfect,” Yukie enthuses. “Those are the slippers that Nicki Minaj wore in that interview.”

“I’ll be channeling her energy for whatever crazy shit we’re doing.”

“Perfect. That’s the spirit. Now all we need our props.”

“Props?” you ask, startled.

“Me and Yukie got it covered. You just need to be your beautiful self.”

“Okay,” you laugh. If this is your friends’ idea of a pick me up, it’s working.

“I need you to go out and stall the taxi!” Kaori calls from her room.

“On it!”

You are infinitely lighter than an hour before. No more regrets; now you’re made of helium, laughter, and sweet things.

#

“Shibuya?” you ask.

Yukie ignores you in the passenger seat, so you turn frantically to Kaori. “Why there? It’s so crowded.”

“That’s exactly why,” she says grimly. You note that her face has taken on a shade of green usually reserved for inanimate objects and feel an ominous shadow pass over.

“What exactly are we doing?”

“We’re… busking.”

“What?”

“On Shibuya Crossing! This will be great to film,” Yukie chirps from the front seat. “I’m on guitar, Kaori on keyboard, and we gave you the honor of lead vocalist.”

“Sole vocalist. Guys, this isn’t my rodeo. Not remotely.”

The happiness that you felt only five minutes worth of driving ago is quickly fading, replaced by a dull sense of panic.

“It’s the same thing. Hey, listen,” your friend says your name. “I’ve been doing some serious reflection, and it’s true that you haven’t been living recently. Okay? You just go to work, and come back, and banter with me, and clean the house with Kaori, and then you go to sleep. You even do overtime work willingly, that’s what your life has come to. This is not you. This is not who you are.”

“As opposed to singing love songs in front of a million people? Is that who I am?” you demand, frustrated. “This is crazy.”

“That’s why we’re doing it, babe,” Yukie says. You look at her and her face is filled with fondness. “Who knows if it’s you or not? We won’t know till we try. The thing is, we need a change in our lives. Just something spontaneous. This isn’t going to be scheduled.”

“Fine,” you croak.

It’s hard to hold onto any self righteousness in the face of her sincerity, but still! This intersection is associated with only dreary feelings, and now you suppose public humiliation will be added to the list.

“We’ll wear those fancy masquerade masks,” Kaori adds. “We’ll be unrecognizable.”

“Oh, thank God,” you exhale. “Okay. Okay, that’s better to hear. You know what, we can do this. I can do this.”

“We also don’t have to sing love songs.”

“But I want to play at least one.”

“This is embarrassing though. I haven’t really sung since the last time we went to karoake…”

“Ooh, she’s a diva now.”

“Getting into character. Character training.”

“Yukie, do you even know how to play the guitar?”

“Yes! Well, ukelele, but they’re the same.”

“They’re not, though?”

“Stop focusing on semantics,” Yukie dictates as she sets up speakers underneath the same billboard you were looking at this afternoon. “Help me carry all this stuff.”

“Look how pretty the masks are. This pink matches your slippers.”

“They do. And I love yours, too,” you admire, raising the microphone to a comfortable level. “The yellow against your hair. You look like Belle.”

People have begun to stop and look on, and you’re trying to ignore them to the best of your ability. You focus instead on manageable tasks — making faces for Yukie’s viewers, helping Kaori set up the rented (and in very poor condition) keyboard. Eventually, even a semblance of a set list falls into place.

“Ready?” Yukie asks.

“Kaori, you look like you’re going to pass out,” you hiss.

“It’s the excitement!”

“Just remember, we’re living! We’re anonymous! We’re wearing Hello Kitty slippers and feathery masks! We’re invincible!”

“I think I’m ready,” a nod.

“Love you guys.”

“Always.”

“Of course.”

A crowd has begun to accumulate by the time the first chords of an old karaoke favorite start up. You can’t help but grin. Maybe this is what you’re made for.

“It’s not a silly little moment, it’s not the calm before the storm…”

#

It’s Saturday.

You’ll always remember it as the day a new world opened up. Whether you chose to enter it remained up to you. Whether you regret anything still is at your hands.

The day before, you had been working until early hours, filing paperwork long after your team leader and most of your coworkers had gone to bed. You’d been thinking about last week’s impromptu performance, wondering when and if you’d get to chase another high. Little did you know, you’ll reflect later. But at present, you’re peacefully ignorant, only knowing the warm cocoon of your blankets and somebody’s muted screeching.

The muted screeches that are taking the form of your name, and becoming less and less muted by the second.

“What is it!” you yell, just as your best friends thunder into your room. “Wait, what’s going on?”

“You—”

“I’m —”

“Just look!”

Your eyesight still blurry with a good night’s sleep, it takes a while to make out the words: Entertainment… cordially… invitation. “I don’t get it,” you finally admit.

“You idiot!”

“Ow!”

“You owe this to me, by the way,” Yukie proclaims. Then she explains: “I posted the video of our performance on Tuesday, and it’s been doing really well. Really really well. So well that a BIG NAME agency noticed you and reached out. Do you know how often this happens? Never. But they are ‘intrigued’ by your ‘unique voice’ and want to set up a meeting.”

“It’s a scam, darlings,” you groan. “Now leave me alone.”

“NO!” Kaori cries. “That’s the thing! It’s real! We triple-crossed-checked! They want you!”

You frown, taking the phone from her outstretched hand. The mail address and logo do look legitimate. “But it’s not like I want to be an idol or anything, guys. I have a job.”

“This girl.”

“‘I have a job’ headass. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! Do you understand? This doesn’t happen even in fanfiction!”

“Nobody said they were going to make you an idol,” reasons Kaori. “What’s the harm in going? Just to check things out. You have the final say in everything.”

“Let me live vicariously through you,” begs Yukie. “This is crazy. They actually took the initiative of contacting me.”

“Think of it as another adventure.”

It’s true. Something to make meaning in your monotonous days, a voice in your head whispers.

“Yeah, but this time I won’t have you guys with me,” you say. Still, the gears in your mind are turning. “When’s the meeting?”

“In two days at noon.”

What are you doing with yourself? your mom had asked. You act like your life is just another burden.

“I’ll take the day off.”

“YES!” Yukie bellows. “YES! YES!”

“Remember, you’re in control,” Kaori reminds you.

“Oh my god, this is so exciting,” Yukie enthuses. “You’re going to need to be dressed, and be dolled up, and you’re going to need moral support. Okay! I’ll take the day off too!”

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

“Yukie, you take too many days off.”

“You guys,” she sulks, “always spoil my fun.”

#

“It’s not just a career,” Kita-shachou says. “It’s a way of living.”

Sitting across from you in an expansive white room with generous floor to ceiling windows, the president of INARZKI ENT. takes an elegant sip of coffee from his mug.

Your large feet hurt in the fancy shoes that belong to Yukie, and your eyelashes are probably falling off with the weight of the expensive mascara Kaori applied liberally. But no discomfort compares with the thought of this clean, precise man sitting at the center of such a messy, shady industry. And not just carving a career out of it, but “a lifestyle”.

You shudder. He blinks.

“Well, I’ll get to the point. We’re interested in your potential as an artist. If you’re interested, and willing to make the commitment to change the world as you know it, I think you’re going to go a long way.

What we’re looking at right now, schedule-wise, is you becoming a trainee. Because of your age and ability, let’s aim for training for 9 months. Then we can talk about your debut and which creative route you want to go down. Does that sound alright?”

“If I may ask a question,” you pose timidly. With his assent, you continue: “I’m feeling a little blindsided. I’ve never pursued singing professionally, and I definitely wouldn’t call myself creative. And on top of that, I’ve been told this method of scouting is highly unconventional, and is atypical for a company that has achieved the heights that INARZKI has. I guess what I’m getting at is… why me? You mentioned potential, but… where is it?”

The man considers you impassively, as if wondering the same thing himself. Then he sets down his mug and says your name. “Do you want to know the secret to being happy?”

“…Yes?”

“It’s finding things to be happy about.” Kita-shachou leans back in his seat. “We would love to have you with us. But I understand if you wouldn’t. Like I said,” he gestures gently, “it’s a lifestyle. Is it alright if I ask you to make your decision within a week from now?”

No, you think.

“Yes,” you say.

“Alright. I’m looking forward to hearing from you.”

As you leave the office, you sneak a glance backwards. The president is looking at you, as if he can’t figure you out.

#haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #kozume kenma #hq kenma #kenma x reader #kenma x you #kenma x y/n

[classicintp]

It's pride month and living in the south I'm either hearing more of or just more aware of all the garbage people talk about that "make kids gay." From eating certain fruits to your dad kissing you on your face to show affection, I'm hearing enough to make a bingo card out of this stupid shit.

My dad kissed me and all four of my cisgendered, heterosexual siblings on their faces. Up until I was 9 or 10 years old, me and my younger brother pecked each other on the lips like we did to our mom when showing affection. That kind of feels weird to say today, but it was how everyone in my mom & dad's family were when they grew up, and not just us either, it's how all my cousins were with their siblings when we were all growing up too.

In the 6th grade I met the guy who would be my best friend for 15 years. I was 11 years old, he was 13. We went to each other's houses almost every weekend, and we always slept in the same bed when we stayed overnight. And there was no limitation on "always." We were in our 20s sleeping next to each other on a twin mattress at his dad's trailer so we could commute to work and save gas one night, and did the same the next weekend at my home in my bed. If we were in the same dwelling and going to bed, we slept in the same bed, always, and at least for me I believe it was so we could both wake up at the same time so neither of us felt obligated to stay quiet and awkwardly ho-hum around waiting for the other to wake up. I grew up with 3 brothers, we shared beds throughout our lives and this just felt like another brother to me, you know?

He came out as gay when I was 21. He was a no-doubt-about-it, had-always-only-been-sexually-attracted-to-men, gay man; he told me he knew he was romantically attracted to boys before he and I met. After the initial shock and (in typical cishet fashion) wrongly making it about me and how hurt I was he had lied to me for so long, we still slept in the same bed when staying overnight with each other. For some reason, two men who were sexually active with very different types of people sleeping next to each other under one blanket in the same bed wasn't weird to me and I can't remember anyone in my life ever seriously questioning the behavior despite living in southern Louisiana of the United States, a very conservative part of the country.

All of that happened and I never once felt romantic or sexual attraction to another man. I have always been a cisgendered, 0-on-the-Kinsey-scale heterosexual, and when the concept of non-binary genders started to become more acknowledged in the media I spent weeks questioning my identity because why not? Trying to figure out whether I was actually cishet as I thought or if that was just a mask sewn over my face by the culture I was raised in that I'd grown accustomed to. With a bevy of options to match exactly how I felt in practically every defining moment of my life, peeling through every potential curiosity that I have ever wondered about or considered, I came away from that period of reflection knowing for sure I definitely am cishet without exception.

And now in my 30s I have to deal with co-workers shooting the breeze with stupid fucking takes like "My wife was gonna let his (6 year old son's) friend sleep in the same bed and I said HELL NO. You ain't letting him get used to cuddling up with other dudes until it feels normal. IT AIN'T NORMAL." No, you ain't normal big dog, the only thing wrong with your son is you're his dad.

#yes I absolutely said that to him immediately #op

[lyonneswife]

Professor Romanoff chapter 1

Meeting The Hot Redhead

-Warnings: SMUT

-Translations: котенок - Kitten

малышка - Babygirl

-Word count: 1604

Nobody's POV:

It was the last day of summer and you were still unpacking a few boxes for your new apartment in NYC. The first time you walked into that apartment you were shocked and in awe because of the view from your window.

Time passed by pretty quick and you were getting bored of sitting around so you thought it would be a good idea to head out and go to a near by bar maybe make some new friends since New York was your new home after all and you didn't want to be a loner. Although you had to get up early in the morning for classes.

Y/N's POV:

"Hmm okay what should I wear"

You tried your hardest to find something cute but because you couldn't bring a lot of stuff with you since you had a lot of clothes back home and you thought you might go back and visit on weekends well try. you were tossing all your clothes out of your closet just trying to find something nice.

"OMG YESS THIS. THIS IS PERFECT"

(You wore this, sorry if you don't like it)

"Hmm ok wait, is this too dressy for a bar" you thought to yourself

You couldn't find anything else so you just stuck to the red dress it was cute anyway. As you were about to grab your purse and shoes your phone lit up. It was a text from your dad

Dad:

Hiya sweetheart, just checking in making sure you are okay.

You:

Aww hi dad yes I'm okay. I'm just heading out actually.

Dad:

Oh really where you going?

You:

Just to a little small bar down the road.

To maybe try meet some people that go to the college and make friends so I'm not so alone there

Dad:

Aww good well be safe please okay it's late

You:

I will dad I promise x

Dad:

Okay good well it's time for me to head to sleep. Goodnight sweetheart I love you xxx

You:

Goodnight dad I love you too xxx

Walking down the stairs and out of your building you were searching for Nearby Bar/Club's since you didn't actually know where the bar was.

"Oo okay I found it. It looks nice i guess but I'm definitely too dressed up for this but oh well" you thought to yourself

Time passes by and you are now sitting at the bar drinking some vodka you were part russian so it went down pretty easily and wasn't as strong tasting either. Nobody caught your eye until you saw a beautiful redhead with bright green emerald eyes she was wearing black skinny jeans, black top that hugged her curves perfectly and a black leather jacket. You were practically drooling over her and didn't realise that she started staring at you.

And then she came over and sat on the empty stool next to you.

Nat's POV:

"Hey котенок I saw you looking at me and I thought I should introduce myself"

"I'm Natasha but everyone calls me Nat"

Y/N's POV:

"Uh h-hi I'm y/n nice to meet you Nat.."

She was so beautiful you couldn't even get your words out properly

Nat's POV:

"Aww what's wrong, you nervous around me" she laughs

Y/N's POV:

"Did she just say I'm nervous around her. I- we have only just met and she's the one flirting with me so obviously IM FUCKING NERVOUS. she is pretty hot though like oh my god, but COME ON Y/N GET IT TOGETHER"  you thought to yourself

"What no- no I'm not nervous" you laugh off

"you're just really ho- I mean pretty"

Nat's POV:

"You think I'm pretty"

Y/N's POV:

"Yeah.."

She smile smirks at you so you smile back at her but god that smirk she did made you worse

Nat's POV:

"you know. The drink you are drinking is a strong alcohol"

Y/N's POV:

"Yeah yeah I know but I'm fine"

"just like how you are so god damn fine miss natasha" you whisper under your breath but you know she heard you

Time has passed by and suddenly you feel a hand on your thigh as Nat whispers into your ear

Nat's POV:

"котенок how about I go walk into that bathroom over there and in 5 minutes you walk in and we have a bit of fun"

you could see the smirk on her lips as you bit your own

Y/N's POV:

You couldn't really say anything as you were scared of what would come out of your mouth so you just nodded

5 minutes had passed and you were getting really nervous

As you walked into the bathroom Nat pinned you up to the door and put a strand of your hair behind your ear while locking the door so nobody could disturb your "fun"

Nat's POV:

"You really think I didn't hear you малышка 'just like how you are so god damn fine miss natasha' you should've just said it"

Y/N's POV:

"I- I just I didn't know how to say that but it's true"

After hearing that Nat crashed her lips into yours. It was slow at first but then turned into a hot make out.

You both pull away for a breather

Nat's POV:

"Fuck"

Y/N's POV:

"Me"

Nat's POV:

"As you wish котенок"

Suddenly Nat reaches back into kissing you. you both make out as Nat lifts your leg up. Slowly she starts to kiss down to your neck you try your hardest to not make any noises but Natasha wasn't having it

Nat's POV:

"Hey don't hold them back I wanna hear them pretty noises you make"

Y/N's POV:

"B-but I don't want people hearing us"

Nat's POV:

"No buts котенок"

Nat goes back to kissing your neck hoping you don't hold back and she got what she wanted

Y/N's POV:

"Mmm Nat more please" you moan out

Nat's POV:

"Patients don't worry I'll give you what you want"

Nat goes back to your lips slipping her tongue inside and fighting for dominance which she obviously won while her hand was sliding down to your thigh. She finally reaches the hem of your panties slipping her hand in without you even realising as she starts to draw small circles over your clit waiting for a response out of you. Suddenly you become a moaning mess as she slipped her fingers inside of you.

Nat's POV:

"Mm you're already so wet for me котенок"

You could feel your high approaching so you bit your lip to muffle your moans since you were scared of everyone outside hearing. But Nat didn't like that She wanted to hear you scream her name

Nat's POV:

"No no, no holding back them pretty noises"

Y/N's POV:

"But Natty I don't want people hearing"

Nat's POV:

"I wanna hear you scream my name. I want them to know who you belong to"

Your high approached and you could feel your juices dripping down your leg, Nat carried out your high and then pulled her fingers out of you with a pop bringing her fingers up to her mouth and licking off all your juices. Then kissing you so you can taste yourself

Nat's POV:

"Mmm god you taste so good" she said with a smirk on her face

You couldn't say anything because you were too flustered with her still standing Infront of you.

As you were about to walk out Nat stops you and hands you a piece of paper with her number on it and something written

The note:

Here's my number котенок

I hope this isn't the last time I'll see you ;)

You immediately blush reading the note and tried to hide that from her before leaving she gives you a quick peck on your lips and says goodnight

You arrive back at your apartment and still couldn't comprehend what had happened at the bar: Seeing her, her flirting, the sex, the note. It was all so much and you could still picture everything in your mind. You just wanted that to happen again and again

The next morning

You woke up to your alarm and you didn't even know when you fell asleep all you remember was walking into the apartment door. You thought everything was just a dream.

Then you remembered everything: Seeing Nat, her flirting, the sex, the note she gave you. you didn't even add her number yet into your contacts so you did after you woke yourself up more. You put her under Hot Redhead ;)  you thought maybe it would be a good idea to text her so you did.

You:

Hey Nat it's y/n :)

Hot Redhead ;):

Hey котенок last night was fun maybe we should do that again ;)

You didn't answer her as you looked at your clock it read 10:30 am

"shit I'm late on my first day"

"Well what a good way to make a great impression. This will be fun"

#natasha romanoff #lesbian #gxg smut #smut #natasha romanoff fanfic

[our-time-is-now]

September 29, 2019: I really liked living with you

(previous play)

You can find more information about the authors, translators, content warning and additional information about the plays in the pinned post on our blog.  

Attention! This play includes transgender topics. For more details see our interjection.

Sunday, 12:53 pm:

Hans: has decided to cook really elaborately again today and has been standing in the kitchen for an hour already has said his goodbyes to Matteo and David, who wanted to go by Carlos and Abdi’s new apartment, because Matteo has left his keys there yesterday, and has greeted Linn, who has spent the weekend at her parents’ house has also learned from her that Laura has spent the weekend at a friend’s house, but that she’s also planning on coming back again today was on his own in the kitchen again after Linn has told him that she has to take a shower first and that she then has to take care of Nepomuk when he hears the apartment door open again calls toward the hallway That was fast… admit it: you two just wanted to eat my food and hurried just because of it… but I have to disappoint you guys: This will take at least 2 more hours…

Laura: has spent the weekend at her friend’s and can see many things a lot clearer now hopes that David is home so that she can immediately clear things up but first hears Hans when she comes into the apartment comes around the corner and stops in the doorframe I’m just one person but if you have some food to share… grins slightly But it definitely smells good… everything good with you?

Hans: looks confused at first, but then grins when Laura appears in the door As if I had a hunch that today that all my sheep would be present again, I indeed planned to make food for all of you guys… Michi will also come over later… so, if you’re very hungry you’re welcome to keep us company! puts the roast into the oven, sets the alarm on his phone and nods a little absentmindedly at her question then looks up at her and smiles With me, yes. then looks at her scrutinizingly and asks tellingly And what about you? reaches for his wine glass, takes a sip and then sits down on a stool Was there a reason that Linn was the only one who knew where you hauled up at this weekend? I mean… it’s not like I always /have/ to know everything… what you guys are up to, where you’re at… but I always do feel much better /when/ I know everything!

Laura: smiles slightly Well, but that sounds great… I’ll just see… then laughs slightly when he says that he likes knowing everything briefly considers if she should tell him but then thinks that he and David get along well, anyways, and that David trusts him I had a fight with David and needed some distance… shrugs one shoulder But now I’d like to talk to him… is he home?

Hans: frowns when Laura tells him that she had a fight with David and looks at her in shock Okay, /that/ is also news to me! Doesn’t anyone trust me anymore? Seriously… when was that? And what about? then shakes his head No, he isn’t home. Matteo, the scatterbrain, left his keys at Carlos’ and Abdi’s apartment yesterday after the move… the two of them left to quickly get it. But they didn’t want to stay for long… but you know how it is… then you spend some time chatting or there’s still beer left from yesterday or you get roped in to carry or set up something… although I guess David can’t do the latter… then realizes something Haaaang on! If you fought then you surely don’t even know that he went to the hospital on Friday evening, right? Or was your fight only on Saturday?!

Laura: smiles slightly when Hans asks like that Do you always tell us about it when you have a fight? but then shakes her head It was only some sibling stuff… then hears that Matteo forgot his keys and laughs And a key is very heavy, you need two people to carry it… sees Hans’ skeptical look No, no, that’s not what it was about… it’s cute how inseparable they are. then looks at him in shock when he tells her that David went to the hospital and is immediately worried What? Hospital? What for? What happened? Is everything okay again? He’s back again so it has to be… but… then slowly shakes her head and says quietly I didn’t know that…

Hans: grins slightly and crosses his legs Laura, honey, of course! If I ever fight, which happens very rarely, then of course I talk about it! On my search for allies! then tilts his head Although if I think about it… it’s probably a good thing that I didn’t know about your fight. I wouldn’t have known whose side to be on… that would have turned into a moral conflict, oh dear… and you want to make up again anyways, right? So everything turned out well for me, after all… then frowns at Laura’s words about the key and wonders if David and Laura fought because of Matteo, which would cause even more of a conflict for him but then hears that it wasn’t about that and sighs in relief Exactly! Very cute, inseparable, poster couple! looks a little worried when she’s so shocked about the news and immediately holds up both hands Hey… don’t worry… everything’s good… not completely okay again but I think on the best way to get there… something about the hysterectomy… don’t ask me about details - they weren’t particularly informative about that…

Laura: exhales audibly when Hans says that everything is alright Okay, good… I… I’ll go to my room and text him… well, if they don’t come back home in a minute anyways… see you later… smiles at Hans again and then quickly disappears to her room first kicks her shoes off and then sits down on her tiny armchair pulls her phone out and was just about to text David when she hears the door in the hallway hears quiet voices and then Hans talking louder: “Yes, Laura is here, she’s in her room…” therefore puts the phone away again and waits to see if David comes to her

David: he and Matteo went to Abdi and Carlos’ apartment to pick up the key, where Abdi’s and Carlos’ fathers were in the process of putting up the kitchen cabinets, which involved a lot of swearing, but quickly left again because they didn’t want to interrupt on the way back to the flatshare, he and Matteo talked about the fact that he hopes that Laura will show up again today and that he’s planning on texting her otherwise, so that they can finally clear up that fight then unlocks the door upstairs, takes his shoes off in the hallway and gets informed by Hans that Laura is back and that the food will be ready in about 2 hours and that they’re welcome to eat with him looks at Matteo and murmurs quietly I think I’ll just get it over with now… hugs Matteo again, gets a kiss and the assurance that he just has to call out for him if he needs support, and then goes to Laura’s room briefly collects himself and then knocks waits for her okay and then sticks his head through the door Hey… looks at her scrutinizingly to see if she’s still mad or if she’s ready to talk

Laura: hears the knock and is quite glad that he comes to her and considers this a good sign Yes? then sees him looking inside the room Well, come on in… points to the bed and waits for him to sit down feels somehow weird because she doesn’t know how to start isn’t really used to that with David We have to talk… it can’t go on like that, can it?

David: smiles slightly when Laura asks him in and sits down on her bed cross-legged thinks about where to start and how best to go at it and feels weird and a little uncertain hears her words, looks at her and nods then shakes his head and sighs quietly Noooo, it can’t go on like that… briefly closes his eyes and then just starts I did some thinking… and I know that you did a lot for me. And I’m really grateful to you for that. For giving me the opportunity to put Lychen behind me and to have a fresh start here… and that you supported me so much. Without you, all of this would have been much more difficult. pauses briefly and slightly presses his lips together But lately, I feel like you feel responsible for me in a way that doesn’t do either of us any good… do you understand?

Laura: listens to him and nods slowly remembers what her friend said, that David has managed to do a lot of things by himself, and that he surely doesn’t want to be patronized therefore nods slowly I understand that… and I’m sorry if it seemed as if you are a burden to me or anything… you’re not. I was… hesitates slightly I think I was hurt because to me it seemed as if I would no longer be important to you… I helped you gain a footing here and now you no longer need me. looks at him I don’t want to be your mother, David. But I want to be allowed to worry about you… Hans told me that you went to the hospital, but everything is okay?

David: sees her nod and thinks that it’s already a good sign then hears her say that he’s not a burden and smiles slightly because he’s simply relieved that she doesn’t see it that way immediately shakes his head when she says that she felt like she was no longer important No… but then lets her finish first and adds I’ll always need you, Laura! You are my sister! And if it seemed as if it was different now, then I’m sorry… that I now also have Matteo and the others doesn’t mean that you’re no longer important to me. I want… hesitates briefly, but then says it, after all I don’t want to be patronized. Your opinion is important to me, really… but I can and want to still be allowed to make my own decisions. then hears her say that she doesn’t want to be his mother, smiles again slightly and immediately nods at her words about worrying And you are allowed to do that… I also worry about you… if you’re acting so weirdly then I also wonder what’s going on with you and if there’s anything I can do… then hears that Hans has told her about the hospital, takes a deep breath and nods Yes, everything’s okay… I… felt some pain in my lower abdomen and was bleeding again… and I… we were pretty scared that something could be wrong… but apparently the stitches are dissolving and that can lead to bleeding… but it’s almost completely gone again, thank God. And I could go back to the flatshare again with Matteo immediately. Alex drove us. briefly lowers his gaze and adds quietly I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you… but I didn’t know… no idea, we had this fight and I was angry and I thought you’re probably also angry… and so… everything was okay. If that hadn’t been the case, then I would have reached out to you…

Laura: is happy to hear that he still needs her almost has to smile when he says pretty much the same thing that Inga said nods slightly I know… but then lets him continue talking first takes a deep breath at the end I’m happy that everything is okay… and that the stitches are dissolving, that’s actually a good thing, right? One more step toward healing. pushes her hair behind her ear and looks at him And of course you can make your own decisions. And I’m really happy that you have Matteo now and all the other great people that you like and who like you and who help you. It’s just… an adjustment somehow? shrugs one shoulder I think, well… had already thought about it in advance and now considers how to word it Maybe we need a few new agreements? That we don’t just share the organizational stuff, for example… I feel like lately all we spoke about was the apartment situation and money… when was the last time we just spent time with each other?

David: nods when she asks about the stitches and smiles slightly Yes, definitely! then smiles broadly when she says that she’s happy that he has Matteo and the others and nods immediately when she says that she has to adjust hesitates briefly and then says Yes, definitely… but, the fact that you had to be there for me like that isn’t really healthy either, right? I mean, you’re 23… you also have your own life… you shouldn’t have to constantly take me into consideration… you should also… no idea, just life for a change? then nods vigorously at her words about agreements and spending time with each other That’s exactly what I mean… I also miss it that we just talk… about our everyday life and maybe also about problems… but definitely not only about money and organization and such… then adds a little quieter I would like to separate that in the future. Sure, if you need my help, then I’m here and I’ll surely also need your advice often… but maybe it’s really better if for now, everyone concentrates on their own organizational things… so that we can go back to being normal brother and sister…

Laura: nods slightly when he says that she’s only 23 and that she should live her life but then also shakes her head You didn’t really stop me from much… you’re not pulling me down or anything like that if that’s what you think… nods Yes, I miss that, too… then hears that he wants to separate this and thinks that it’s a good idea How about we tell Mama that she should transfer the money separately? You get your share, I get mine… then I’ll give Linn my share of the rent and you give yours to Matteo… and when we find a new apartment, then we’ll think about it again? grabs a hair tie from the desk and puts her hair into a ponytail I don’t want to be the one to take care of all of it, or that you think I simply decide all of that or anything…

David: smiles slightly when Laura says that he doesn’t pull her down and murmurs quietly That’s good… smiles even more when she says that she also misses their normal interactions and then nods at her suggestion that their mother should transfer the money separately and humms in agreement has basically already halfway agreed on that with their mother, anyways slightly lowers his gaze when she talks about a new apartment and takes a deep breath hadn’t thought that it would be so difficult for him to tell Laura that he no longer wants to live with her says hesitantly and quietly Or we’ll leave it with the separated transfers? And… now looks at her again, after all I thought about it, Laura… maybe it’s not so good if we move in together again… maybe we should look separately… to not fall into this rut again… maybe it’s normal for siblings to feel a little more responsible for the other… it’s very likely even… and I’m just afraid that we’ll end up there again… and if we lived separately, then maybe we could treat each other normally again…

Laura: can see that he lowers his gaze and wonders what she said wrong looks at him questioningly when he says that they should leave it at the separated transfers Why? but then already hears what he thought of is really shocked somehow and feels overtaken by that information Oh… okay… hadn’t considered this to be an option before swallows slightly and then says You need space? then nods when she understands that this might really be the simplest solution Okay… maybe… but… well, I really liked living with you. It wasn’t only stress and responsibility and all that… smiles slightly looks at him and then asks That means that you’ll stay living here? With Matteo?

David: feels bad when he sees that Laura seems to be really shocked and thinks about if he should have worded it differently or better then hears her question about distance and immediately and automatically shakes his head No! then hesitates and adds Yes, okay… a little bit… but not to you… well yes… but only for this organizational stuff between us… I don’t want any distance from you as a person, you know? And maybe… well, if we have some physical distance, then maybe the rest will work better again… then we could just normally meet up to have some hot chocolate and we could talk about nice things again… looks at her slightly pleadingly, because he really wants her to understand that it’s nothing against her as a person then smiles slightly and nods at her words I know! I also liked living with you! Really! grins slightly and says carefully, because he doesn’t know if a joke’s already a good idea You weren’t /only/ annoying… then hears her question and looks at her confused What?! No! I’ll look for something for myself… I don’t know yet if for a flatshare or my own apartment…

Laura: nods in understanding and thinks that he actually thought about it quite thoroughly That’s actually a good idea… I just somehow never really thought about it… that’s why I’m a little surprised right now… then grins when he says that she’s not only annoying Yeah, yeah… almost has to laugh when he looks so confused Oh yes, what an absurd idea for you to move in with the guy with whom you spend every minute at your disposal, anyways… how stupid of me. grins slightly and winks at him Have you two really never talked about it?

David: smiles relieved when she says that it’s actually a good idea and says Yes, sure… I had a few days to think about it and to already search a little… and I talked to Mama and told her about it. Well, to ask if she might transfer more money in the beginning in case I only find something that’s more expensive and until I find a job… but for you, the idea is completely new… but I really think that it’s good for both of us. looks confused at first, but then has to grin slightly when Laura is so amused thinks that she’s actually really right and gets a little embarrassed Yes, we did… but never in concrete terms… it was always more like “one day”… and when we visited Bea and she asked us about it, he said that we’re actually quite happy about how we are living now… and when we talked about us moving in here, it was somehow already obvious from the get-go that it will only be temporary…

Laura: nods when he says that he already thought about it hears that he has also already talked to Mama and thinks that he really can take care of things by himself and that now he can also talk about things with their mother Yes, that sounds good… and good that she can also transfer more money… then you don’t have to worry for now… then listens to him when he talks about Matteo and living together was about to mock him more but now gets serious, after all slightly tilts her head Okay, so that’s what /he/ said… and what do you think?

David: nods at her words about money and Mama then sighs quietly when she asks again and plays a little with her duvet Well, I somehow also liked it before… that we had the choice if we wanted to go to our apartment or the flatshare… and I also like it now… but… well, that definitely wouldn’t be a long-term solution… two people in one room is okay… but it’s just barely any privacy with four roommates… and no alternative place to go to, you know? In the past, when it got too full and loud here we just went to our old apartment… and I really also want to be alone with him sometimes…

Laura: listens to him and nods slightly Yes, I can understand that, that’s not everyone’s thing… I mean, I think that I also have my privacy here, but I’m also alone and I don’t mind it thaaat much, I don’t think I’d like to live alone again. then considers whether she should ask why Matteo and David don’t look for their own place, but refrains from asking, after all thinks that the two of them have to find out and decide that for themselves But no matter what, I think that you and the both of you will find the right thing… laughs slightly Then I better start looking for flatshares for myself instead of apartments, huh?

David: nods when she says that she doesn’t mind the flatshare, that she’s also alone and that she has her privacy here thinks that she’d maybe think differently if she were in a relationship says I think if I were alone then I wouldn’t mind so much, either… smiles slightly and nods I think so, too… then grins relieved when she laughs and when he hears her words is happy that she accepts his decision just like that and that she supports it Yes, that definitely sounds like a flatshare is more your thing… grins a little broader You have to thank me for all of that… before that, you didn’t mind living on your own so much…

Laura: laughs when he says that she has to thank him for it Oh yes, definitely… but then shrugs one shoulder But I do think that I’m more the type for flatshares than you are somehow… well, we’ll see where we’ll end up, right? shrugs again Sooner or later you and Matteo will move in together, anyways… grins slightly Then I’ll come back and steal his room!

David: nods when Laura says that they'll see where they’ll end up then laughs quietly and nods Yes, definitely! It’s only a matter of time, I guess… at some point, all of this going back and forth between apartments will be too exhausting for us… then laughs again Another move just to have a cooler room… okay… I’ll definitely tell Matteo that he doesn’t have to worry about someone to take over his room once it’s time… then looks at her, takes a deep breath and feels how glad he is that they could clear this up smiles and says quietly I’m happy… that everything is good again between us…

Laura: also laughs slightly and shrugs her shoulders Oh, I’ll just see where I’ll end up and what the new flatshare will be like… maybe I’ll also feel content there… briefly has to think about Linn and that some distance might also do her some good but then she’s back in the here and now when David smiles so nicely also smiles and gets up I’m also happy… and now come here and let me give you a hug and then get out of here. laughs quietly waits for him to get up and hugs him Oh, by the way, Hans is making a feast for an entire army, you guys will surely be able to get something as well…

David: smiles when Laura says that she’s also happy and then grins slightly when she gets up pfffs when she tells him to get out, but also gets up a little painstakingly and hugs her then grins again when she mentions Hans Yes, well /that’s/ definitely an advantage of a flatshare… when we came back from the hospital on Friday, he made us sandwiches… then laughs quietly Yes, okay… but maybe those are also only the advantages of Hans in particular… then gets a little more serious again and looks at her hesitates when he has to think about how strange she has been lately but then says quietly, after all And if anything should be wrong… well, something you want to talk about or whatever, then I’m here, okay?

Laura: smiles Yes, that sounds like Hans… he’s really very loving and caring. tilts her head slightly when he looks at her like that then has to think of Linn again when she hears his question considers if she should simply tell him that she’s in love and it being unrequited but then thinks that he’s so happy right now and that ultimately, she somehow has to go through this by herself, anyways therefore shakes her head a little but then nods quickly I know that you’re here… thanks… but it’s really nothing, well… nothing where talking would help… just a bit of stress in general, it’ll be okay…

David: looks at her scrutinizingly when she seems to think and then nods hesitantly at her answer smiles slightly and shrugs one shoulder Well, the offer isn’t just for now, but in general… then sighs briefly and can feel once again how relieved he is points his head toward the door and grins slightly Okay… then I’ll get out of here again… see you later… briefly smiles at her again and then goes back to Matteo

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Ljubim te (8/24)

Notes: Ho ho ho merry bathtub eve to the ones who celebrate! We’ve once again reached the end of the Advent. Well, the event. I am far from done. I have 2/3rd of the story to go and it will happen!

I am just once again so grateful for the Advent. I always look forward to it, because I am just pleased that this fandom still holds this annual event, even when the show’s been gone for over 7 years by now.

Thank you mods of @klaineadvent for hosting and thank you @todaydreambelieversfic, @klaineccfanficlibrary and @the-lima-bean for reblogging people’s works. Now, let’s read about Kurt having A Moment.

AO3 | S&C  

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Classes start and life in Ljubljana passes quickly. Kurt falls into a routine in his new life here. During the week he studies hard and eats a lot of Boni with his roommates or new people he’s met at university. In the weekends he takes time to explore the city and the entire country, if possible. Or even other countries.

Sunil and Kurt join a trip to Zagreb, in Croatia, for international students. Blaine is envious when Kurt sends him many photo’s. Blaine also starts his work. Kurt doesn’t really understand what Blaine is doing, but Blaine doesn’t mind.

Blaine’s also met a new person at the company named Tadeja, who acts as a Slovenian guide. Kurt, Blaine, Sunil and Tadeja often have dinner in the city centre, and Kurt’s happy with the fact that things are slowly falling into place.

March rolls around and the weather is getting a little bit nicer.

He also finally takes Blaine to the burger place, which has a lot of tables outside in an alley. When Kurt first visited Burger Time, he had to sit inside, which was also fun, but sitting on these wooden benches under arched roof adds something to the experience.

“I am once again so jealous about your Boni,” Blaine says when the food’s been served.

“My life will never be the same once I return to New York,” Kurt laments, “My friends back home are also jealous.”

“So is Quinn,” Blaine says and Kurt nods. Apparently Blaine talks a lot about Kurt to Quinn. Kurt finds it flattering that Blaine speaks a lot about Kurt to his girlfriend. According to Blaine, Quinn can’t wait to meet Kurt in April.

“How’s the job?” Kurt asks before taking a huge bite from this burger. It’s almost the perfect burger. The perfect burger can be found at this grill, but that grill doesn’t offer Boni.

Blaine shrugs.

“It’s a job.”

That doesn’t sound too optimistic. Kurt motions to Blaine to continue.

“It’s more like a vanity project,” Blaine explains. Kurt raises an eyebrow, so he continues. “Like I said, I am there to oversee stuff, shake people’s hands and sign forms. But it’s become clear that my dad is still the one in charge. I’m just there to look good.”

“… And is that a bad thing?” Blaine does look good, after all.

“I just hoped for more trust from the higher-ups, aka my father, but I suppose that I am still too new for this,” Blaine answers, “In his eyes. I graduated with honours, but alas, so I am a bit disappointed.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“Ah well,” Blaine says and he gives Kurt a small smile, “It’s not what I hoped for, but I am still glad to be here. In Slovenia. With you. A-And Tadeja and Sunil, of course.”

“Of course.”

--

Kurt is absolutely drenched. It’s the worst storm he’s endured in a long time, and he had to go to class. Kurt was smart enough to take the bus, instead of a bike, but even walking to and from the bus got him soaked. His umbrella didn’t last and the thunder is horrendous.

This means that Kurt is extra pissed when he arrives at his building only to hear that classes have been cancelled because of the weather.

“Are you kidding me?” he yells at his building. Luckily, the building has an arch so he can shelter from the rain, but he is pissed and annoyed and he does not feel like making the small trek back home, because then he’ll have to wait at the bus station in this rain.

Suddenly, he has an idea.

KH: Are you home?

BA: Yes

Jackpot! Kurt quickly explains the situation over text and he ends by asking if he can come over to wait for the rain to pass.

BA: 👍

It’s still a ten minute walk and Kurt doesn’t want to run because of tripping hazard, but when he reaches the place, Blaine’s already waiting for him.

“Jesus, Kurt, get in here!” he yells and he ushers Kurt inside.

The moment Kurt’s inside, Blaine helps Kurt out of the soaked clothing.

“Let me- let me see if I have something you can borrow,” he says quickly once Kurt’s down to his underwear. Blaine practically runs to the bedroom. Kurt also realises how weird the situation is, but he was too caught up in getting rid of the wet clothes.

Blaine returns with a hoodie and sweatpants.

“Sorry, not your usual style, but I don’t know what else to give!”

Blaine also has a towel for Kurt.

They exchange clothes so that Kurt can get changed and so that Blaine can hang the others to dry. Kurt looks around. It’s the first time he’s actually inside Blaine’s apartment and it looks nice, but also a bit bare. Kurt’s small room is filled with photo’s of friends and family, but Kurt can’t see any of it here.

“Coffee?” Blaine asks.

“Please! And again, sorry to impose!”

“It’s all right,” Blaine says

“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything!”

Blaine shakes his head.

“It’s fine.”

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A few hours later, Blaine’s fallen asleep against Kurt’s shoulder. They were watching a movie and the sound of the rain made Blaine doze off. Kurt places some of the blanket over him, until he realises that it might be a bit weird. They’re not going to cuddle on Blaine’s couch under a shared blanket, right?

Well, maybe it doesn’t matter. Blaine’s clearly comfortable around Kurt, which isn’t always a given with straight guys.

Kurt watches Blaine sleep and a fond smile forms on his face.

Blaine looks so cute when he’s asleep. He’s so nice that he led Kurt come over. Kurt’s only known Blaine for a short time, but he’s already become such a great friend. And it’s different than with Sunil. Sunil is also a friend and Kurt likes having him around, but hanging out with Blaine is different in a way.

He can’t really understand why.

Or maybe he can.

When Kurt starts to doze off as well, he realises that maybe he has a small crush on Blaine after all.

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End notes: Burger Time, my beloved. I had Boni there once and then a few weeks later I took my family to that place, and the waiter remembered me! Although - and I am sorry to say this Kurt - Burger Time didn’t have the best burger. That title belongs to Grill No. 5, but that one closed down after the first COVID wave, and it got replaced by a paella place.

And yes, thunder! I also had to endure a huge storm where there were crazy winds and heavy rain showers. I was inside, though, since ya know, lockdown, but I decided to make good use of that (admittedly terrifying) storm for plot!

#klaine advent: thunder #klaineadvent #klaine advent 2022 #klaine advent #klaine #glee #holy fuck I wrote #2022 #multichaptered