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[malnotmallory-blog]

@daynthompson

Mallory could feel eyes on her. Really, she was trying her best to ignore it, but it was difficult. “Are you staring at me or what?” she finally whipped around, attempting to meet his eyes but ending up having to drag her gaze upward. It wasn’t harder to be taller than the five foot spitfire–even in her two inch raised boots. “If you’ve got something to say to me, then say it. Quit staring at the back of my head like some dimwitted fuckface.” 

[adalcs]

‘ CLOSED STARTER FOR @daynthompson.

it was with a huff, that the warm coffee mug was handed to dayn, before adala sat down on the seating in one of the booths of the campus coffee shop. her body was craving, yearning for caffeine and upon seeing dayn there, the least she could do was treat him to a cup of coffee as they were catching up together. “ that blonde behind the counter ? i was this close to giving her your number, until i remembered this entire new girlfriend thing you got going, ” she muttered, although her tone of voice was laced with amusement somewhat. “ which, in my defense, you have not told me all that much about. so you should. starting now. ”

[katarinaklein-blog]

@daynthompson replied to your post: [[MORE] so I’m a history major and I’m doing one...

im a film major but i love history with a passion that was option #2 id love to write a piece on american life in the late ‘60s theres so much culture and events then and stuff ugh im obsessed

yess! I was an english major last year but I switched over to history and I’m loving it?? also my grades are much better in history but that also might be due to the fact that I’m actually doing my readings?? lmao

my focus is 19th and 20th century europe because ?? yes !! and also because so many american history scholars? but I agree that late 60s american life is super interesting tbh like we surveyed america in my post-wwii class and like ?? yess

[sophixhill-blog]

SEVEN MINUTES (fuck it)

11. Needy hungry kiss[ @daynthompson ]

It had been a long week for Sophia. Multiple calls from her father had led to a lot of information that Sophia didn’t want. A lot of things were going on on the other side of the country, things she couldn’t assist with but had on her mind, and he was mad at her. She wanted to do something but she felt helpless and her father wouldn’t let her fly back to help, he didn’t trust her to do it right. It was too dangerous for her but most importantly she could be a liability. Long story short, Sophia was a mess and she needed something to distract her. A party was the perfect venue to forgetting about her worries and the fact that she had disappointed her dad.

She hadn’t been expecting to play seven minutes in heaven but she went along with it. She was hoping that some random guy would be joining her, someone she could make out with for a while and never have to learn their name, expect that wasn’t how life worked. When she was joined by a figure and it became apparent that that person was Dayn, Sophia closed her eyes and shook her head. She couldn’t be in here with him for seven minutes. But the more she thought about it, the better he seemed to be as an option for this moment. “I’m sorry. I know I’m not who you want to be in here with but...I just need to do this. I need to distract myself. So I’m sorry but -”

Sophia stepped forward, kissing him softly at first before gaining some confidence. She started to kiss him harder, it wasn’t about passion, it was about need. She needed to feel something other than her father’s disappointment and guilt that she had failed him. Her kiss was needy, it was hungry for something more, and as much as she hated that it was Dayn, at least he was a distraction and it was dark enough to pretend it was someone else.

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN MEME

[regxncollette-blog]

7 minutes

24. Trailing kisses from stomach to mouth[ @daynthompson ]

Regan leaned against the wall of the closet, waiting for someone to join her in the dark. When the door opened, she tried to make out who it was but it wasn’t until he spoke that Regan could place him. With a smirk, that neither of them would have been able to see, she stepped towards him, reaching out to rest her hand on his chest. They only had seven minutes and it was apparent with how quickly their lips connected that they weren’t trying to waste any time. 

Within, what felt like, thirty seconds, they were both on the ground, Regan straddling his hips as she tugged his shirt up and over his head. She broke their kiss again as she moved down to place her lips on his chest. Moving further south, Regan kept pressing her lips against his skin, stopping just above his jeans. She really wished she could see his face but unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, it was way too dark to do that. Kissing back up his body, Regan took her time, sucking on his skin every other kiss, until she was back to his lips. 

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN MEME

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[ tuck ]

[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.[ @daynthompson ]

“Mmm no, I’m not tired, I swear” Regan mumbled, curling up on the couch as her eyes said the complete opposite. She could hardly keep them open as Dayn searched around the room for something to make her couch experience more enjoyable. With her eyes barely still open, she watched him and smirked as he came back with a blanket. They were at another party, the one place they seemed to keep meeting, and they’d spent a lot of time together, actually talking to each other this time instead of just making out.

As the night had gone on, Regan might have had too much to drink. She was having a good time, what could she say? But she hit a wall and all of a sudden laying down seemed like the best idea ever. And after that, going to sleep seemed amazing. Dayn helped find a room for her to lay down on and now that she was here, her drunk brain was saying she didn’t have to sleep. Once he draped the blanket over her, it didn’t take long before Regan was surrendering to the need to fall asleep.

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[sophixhill-blog]

[ stroke ]

[ stroke] for your muse to gently stoke my muse’s face.

The door crashed open and once more, Sophia found herself watching Dayn get helped into the house. “What the hell happened?” She stalked over to the group and stared at her guys for an answer, but no one seemed to have one. It was reminiscent of the first time this happened but this time they seemed to go directly for his face and it showed. Bruises were blossoming over his skin, trails of purple and yellowish-green criss crossed his cheekbones and it did actually hurt her a little to see it. No matter how badly she treated him, it was no different than how she treated anyone else, and everyone who worked for her knew that she took care of them. No one else could touch her guys without a consequence. 

She kneeled down in front of him, the tile of the foyer cold under her bare feet. Up close it looked even worse. “Get ice” her tone as cold as the object she requested. When she didn’t immediately hear someone walking away, she looked up at the guys standing on either side of Dayn and stared hard. One finally got the memo and went to the kitchen. “Look at me,” Sophia reached out, placing her hand gently on his face. Her fingers moved over his cheek bone, lightly touching the bruise that was still spreading, his eye was starting to swell as well and her hurt for him turned into anger for whomever had done this. “They’re going to pay for this, I swear to god, I will end them.” Her voice was unwavering, there was no denying that she would do something about this. 

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[sophixhill-blog]

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31. “Where are we?”

“You wanted answers, right?” Sophia glanced back at him for a moment before nodding to Ron to open the door. They’d driven in silence to one of their warehouses, not one of the more important ones but one of the surveillance ones. As soon as they walked in, the door was secured behind them and they had a short walk down a dark hallway before light poured into a giant open room. Almost every inch was covered in a screen of some kind of a sound board. There were at least a sixty people operating the whole system. They could have used more but that meant more people to keep quiet, and in case things went south, sixty people weren’t too many to get rid of.

“Welcome to the intelligence center. In case you ever thought you were special enough for us to keep tabs on...you aren’t.” She walked down the metal stores to the main floor, workers immediately stopping and saying hello to her. To each one she gave a curt nod, she didn’t know every single one of them but her father did and that’s all that mattered. They passed screens that showed them an inside look of New York, Miami, Los Angeles, Paris, London...just to name a few of the more recognizable ones. She stopped in front of the camera aimed at her own house before turning back to him. “Any other questions?”