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[chinchillion]

[intertexts]

hiiii guys.btw.

[heavenbarnes]

I'm losing it lately

Sydney Adamu x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: reader is AFAB with fem pronouns, swearing, pining and yearning, syd's general disdain towards reader at first, alcohol, carmy and richie are also (cluelessly) into reader, mentions of knives, mention of alcohol (syd drinks but reader doesn't), stripping, face sitting, fingering, finger sucking, body worship, syd's breaking into her dirty talk game (she also calls reader a slut (endearing) once in her head).

Word Count: 4.9k

Working title was "Notes on being Sydney's Lacy." This is loosely based off of Olivia Rodrigo's song 'Lacy' and the concept of thinking you hate a girl but you actually just want her to [REDACTED].

You.

It was as if everywhere Sydney looked, all she could find was you.

The glow in your eyes, the curl of your smile, the rise and fall of your shoulders every time you so much as laughed or ran a knife through a fresh vegetable.

From the moment Sydney rose in the morning, her slow routine to get her even halfway ready for the day ahead of her, to the train ride to the restaurant, to the cool walk up to the front doors. All she could think of was…

You.

Your voice was the first thing to catch Sydney’s ear when she walked into the locker room. Hanging up bags and fixing on an apron, the only sound she could even register was you.

Captivating Richie with just the way you sounded your words, you could’ve been reading him the phone book and it would’ve garnered the same reaction.

That was just the way you were. Richie hung on your every word, Carmy’s eyes followed you as you swept through the kitchen, even Fak found himself more distracted than usual when you breezed past.

Sydney, on the other hand, was less mystified by your “charms.”

She tried to sneak into the kitchen unnoticed, get to her station and get her prep done quickly and painlessly. As usual, Sydney had little say in what would actually occur.

The hand that holds the cards was always you.

“Sydney,” The way you said it was almost like a sigh, a sigh of relief, a breath that was held.

Your smile, wide eyed and pretty. You looked utterly sweet, like spun sugar, like something to break your teeth on, like stuck to your fingers and not going anywhere.

“How are you this morning?”

Sydney had to fight not to roll her eyes, undoing her knife bag as she shrugged her shoulders. “You know, same shit, different day.”

It didn’t deter you, if anything you nodded with a knowing smile. Your shoulder worked over time, spatula in hand as you folded in whatever was in your bowl. You dipped your eyes for only a moment before you fixed back on Syd.

“Are you coming tonight?”

It had almost escaped her, Sydney had almost forgot the drinks that the rest of the team had organised for tonight. Team building, strengthening the relationship of the kitchen.

Sugar was actually the first to suggest it, Carmy wasn’t too sure until he’d heard your excitement. You’d clapped your hands together, exclamations of how fun it’d be. You even tried to get Syd in agreement but it wasn’t that easy. Suddenly, Carmy was a lot more onboard with the idea.

Go figure.

Sydney had tried to feign other responsibilities, that she wouldn’t be able to make it. Now it was down to the day and there was nowhere for her to hide. She also knew that if she didn’t show up, Carmy would make her life hell about it.

Snapping back into focus, Sydney realised that there were expectant eyes on her. Your expectant eyes, never wavering, still the kindness and sticky sweetness behind them.

Sydney had also realised that, when she walked in, Richie had been in the middle of chewing your ear off. She also realised that you’d completely stalled his conversation for the chance to have this meaningless back and forth with her.

She felt her shoulders tense at the idea of it. Just what were you getting at?

“Uh, yeah- sure, I’ll be there.”

Your eyes lit up like you were staring into the sun. Your cheeks rose high and your eyes squinted just a little as you nodded your head.

“Good, looks like I will be too then.”

Sydney couldn’t take it, she took a knife from the fold and dropped her head to focus on her prep. Thankfully, she could hear Richie’s voice pick back up and do his best to get the discarded conversation back on track.

That made it easier, she found herself running right through her prep without having to deal with the thought of you. It made things a breeze, her technique was better, things were more aligned.

Of course, the moment she lifted her gaze across the bench, you were already looking at her as Richie’s words went in one ear and out the other.

Lord give her strength.

-

Sydney did not want to be in a bar, that was one thing for sure.

A second thing, she did not want to be here with the team.

Sure, she loved these people, but after a long day on her feet she actually wanted to be in bed watching another aimless show about luxury real estate.

She’d fall asleep to the dulcet tones of a turn key cliffside mansion with marble counter tops and she’d dream of rolling dough against them. She’d imagine the flour falling from her fingertips and stopping the mixture from sticking.

Sydney would feel the cool breeze of her dream drifting through the sliding doors from the infinity pool area, and she’d hear the creak of the glass as someone pushed it open. Like always, her dreams would betray her and there you would be.

You’d walk towards her like you owned the place, the towel would be draped around you and slowly starting to fall when Sydney would wake up with a start, quickly turning off the television.

Thankfully, she’d be saved from that nightmare.

Anyway, that’s where she wants to be. Not here, not in this dimly lit bar where the music is a bit too loud and definitely not her taste.

Not here where Carmy is buying you a drink and trying to ask you questions with his lips just mere moments from your ear.

She imagined his breath was sweaty, that it’d tickle the side of your neck and you’d shiver a bit and wish that he’d stop and just let you thank him for the drink.

Her thoughts were confirmed, in a way, when she saw you nod politely and give him a half hearted cheers with your glasses. She watched the way your head rolled around the bar, eyes scanning until they fell on what you were looking for.

You found her. She watched you watch her and immediately you were walking her way.

For fucks sake.

Sydney tried to pretend she couldn’t see you coming. She tried to focus on the way Richie was angrily gesturing from you to Carmy. She thought she could hear something about “I told you I was buying her drinks!”

It was hard to ignore you when you came up right beside her, giving her a quick wave along with your smile. “You having fun?”

What a question. Sydney had been standing on the wall since you all arrived, nursing just one drink that was now melted ice cubes. Her stupid little paper straw was disintegrating and her hand was wet with the condensation of the glass.

Was she having fun?

“Yeah, course I am.”

She watched the way your eyebrows raised, nodding like you almost believed her. You leaned in just a little bit as you spoke.

“Then act like it.”

Sydney was about to argue when she felt your hand close around the glass she’d been protecting. You slid it out her grasp and spoke up again.

“Can’t be having much fun with an empty glass, I’ll get you another.”

Sydney tried to stop you.

“You don’t have to-“

“I want to.”

“You don’t know what I’m drinking-“

You stopped, your head turning over your shoulder and she thought you might’ve even looked a little bit happy that she was following you to the bar.

“Yes I do.”

You placed her glass down and signaled to the bartender. Unsurprisingly, he dropped everything and made his way straight towards you. His eyes almost sparkled as he listened to exactly what you had to say.

“Tom Collins, please.” As you spoke, you tapped two fingers on the rim of Sydney’s glass.

Within an instant he was turning around to prepare the cocktail and Syd took her chance to speak up.

“That’s not what I was drinking, I had a vodka soda.”

You leaned against the bar as you smiled at her. “I know, but it’s what you wished you were drinking.”

Sydney’s face scrunched in confusion. You weren’t exactly wrong, if anything, you were absolutely correct. But how did you know that-

“Family dinner, can’t remember which one, you said it was your favourite cocktail and the first one you learnt to make.”

She didn’t get it, her face shook a little as she struggled with the words. “How could you remember that?”

“How could I forget?”

Thankfully the bartender reappeared with a tall Tom Collins and eyes that were only for you. “Anything else, sweetheart?”

Your face never changed a shade until you turned towards Sydney, looking to her expectantly. “Anything else?”

She felt herself shooting a gaze of disapproval towards the bartender, for reasons she couldn't place. She shook her head with a quick “no thanks.”

“No thanks.” You echoed, picking up your own drink and leaving the bar.

You didn’t even need to turn and check to know that Sydney was following you. She may not have wanted to, but she wasn’t really sure she could go anywhere else.

Finding the least sticky booth in the place, you let her slide in first before you followed her in. She took a quiet sip of the cocktail, enjoying the taste of lemon and pushing down the taste of being remembered.

You ran your finger around the rim of your glass, you didn’t say anything, didn’t look her way. Instead, you watched the rest of the room. You watched everyone milling about and chatting with each other.

Sydney wondered if you wished you were out there. If you wanted Carmy to keep trying to charm your pants off? If you wished Richie would get a little handsy by the pool table? Her eyes watched you as you tilted your head back towards her.

She thinks she saw contentment.

Very suddenly, you happened to turn your head the rest of the way and catch her staring. She felt caught, but she couldn’t find it in herself to look away.

You had been the thorn in her side since she’d met you, grating on her at your every move. The way you couldn’t leave her alone, always needing to know if she’s having a good day, always needing to know if she’d read any good books lately, always needing to work in the space next to her.

She thought about you endlessly. Everything you did, she found herself building it up just to tear it right down in her mind. Every word you said to her, every compliment that you threw her way was a coded message that only you both shared the solution to.

“God, Sydney, your plating is beautiful.”

Why were you scrutinising her work so intently?

“Can you show me how you do that one time? You’re so good at it.”

Why do you need to know? So you can do it better?

“Your hands, I can’t stop staring, they’re so steady.”

Why are you even looking at her hands? So you can be the first to tell when they shake?

“Syd, your bandana is so sweet. Where do you get those?”

That one, the way you’d listened intently with that look of endearment across your face. Only a week later for you to show up with a small parcel, delicately wrapped and in your outstretched hands. She’d peeled back the paper to see an ornate silk scarf, with the tiniest intricate detail around the borders.

You’d been the only person in the kitchen to remember her birthday. When the others had asked why you’d brought her a gift you’d answered like it was obvious. Sydney couldn’t even remember telling you when her birthday was. She sure as hell couldn’t understand why you’d care enough to bring her a gift.

Every waking (and even sleeping) moment of Sydney’s life, she found you there. At the very centre, burrowing your way in and refusing to give up your space. She couldn’t win. When you were around, she could barely breathe.

And when you weren’t there?

Total loss. Sydney knew from the moment she walked through the doors that something was off, the kitchen almost felt cold. It was quieter, it didn’t have that usual buzz that drew her in. She gave it at least an hour before she had to ask.

“Oh, she wasn’t feeling well so she’s taken the day.”

Carmy had said it so flippantly, like he couldn’t care less. He didn’t care that you were alone in your apartment. He didn’t care that you were having to look after yourself, when you really should’ve been resting.

You’d called him, your voice probably a little bit off and he hadn’t dropped everything to make sure you were alright. He hadn’t fired up the burner to make you an easy soup, one that would surely make you feel loved.

Sydney’s head felt like it was swelling that day. She’d managed to work through it but her last hour, she kept an ear out as the stock pot simmered behind her and the bread crusted nicely in the oven.

When you’d returned to work with the Tupperware, she’d silently watched you thank Carmy with a broad smile. His look of confusion irritated Sydney to no end as he stared back blankly.

“Oh, the note said it was from the whole team.”

Carmy was no help but it wasn’t like you’d needed it. Your eyes found Sydney’s for just a moment before she lowered her head back to the chopping board she was stationed at.

“Thank you, it was exactly what I needed.” You’d told her later, when you had the chance.

Sydney was going to play at not knowing what you were talking about, brush it off as someone else’s doing. That was until you placed your hand on her upper arm and squeezed once as you refused to break eye contact.

Instead, Sydney didn’t say anything at all.

So here you were, doing the exact same thing in this dark little corner of this dark little bar. Refusing to break eye contact as you shuffled a little closer to her in the booth.

You were everything that pissed Sydney off.

Finger swirling the rim of the glass again, like you knew she couldn’t take her eyes off it.

You were everything that kept her up at night.

Lips pursing around your straw, you took your last long sip.

You were everything that she wanted and needed.

Pushing both your glasses away, you turned until only your back was visible to the rest of the bar. Caging her in, locking her down. Keeping this between you two.

You were everything.

“Sydney?”

All the air had been sucked out of the room as your left arm rested on the booth behind her and your right hand lay against her knee.

“Mhmm?”

Your thumb ran back and forth across her knee, even through her jeans you could feel the way her skin was burning under your touch.

“Is this okay?”

Sydney felt like she might fucking die. Everything that she’d ever thought about you, every idea, every dream, it was all turning from a murky wash into full screaming colour.

“Well-“

All this time, every furious little fight she’d internalised against you, all those fits of frustration she’d found herself in. It was never actually anger.

“What’s up, Syd?”

Your fingers moved a little higher on her thigh as her heart fought to break out of her chest. It had all come down to this, her chance to stop living in her head and finally acknowledge what it really was.

Complete and utter worship.

Sydney sucked in a breath and shook it out, letting the little confidence she had take over. Her hand moved to rest against your waist, using it to pull you just a little bit closer so she could whisper her question.

“Can I take you home?”

She didn’t miss the way the corners of your lips quirked up at her question. You lent in just a little bit till she could feel your breath just beneath her ear.

“You can do whatever you want.”

-

Sydney couldn't believe she was crossing the threshold of your apartment, the concept was nearly overwhelming. She took in your furniture, your decorating, and for a small place it was so unequivocally you.

As she moved closer into your home her eyes flickered to your kitchen. She could imagine you there, against the kitchen bench, drinking the soup she'd made you and smiling as it warmed your chest.

She'd thought about what it might've looked like. Did you have a blanket draped around your shoulders? Were you just wearing a t-shirt that fell mid-thigh? When you took that first spoonful, did her creation make you moan?

Thankfully, you snapped her out of her own thoughts by placing her hand in your own and nearly dragging her through the place. She felt like your living room was whipping past her head at a great rate of knots and nothing could prepare her for what came next.

Stepping into your bedroom, all the blood rushed around her head and thumped in her ears. There was so much going on tonight.

Sydney thought back to the bar, the way your hand had squeezed her knee as you slid back out the booth. The way she'd held your hand as you led her away from the night. The disgruntled protests from Richie and Carmy as they watched her steal you away.

None of that mattered. Everything had come down to the fact that you had her at the end of your bed and your hands were sliding over her shoulders to push her jacket off.

You gently placed your hands on her hips to nudge her back until she was sat on the bed, looking up at you like you'd hung the moon. Stepping back, you couldn't miss the way Sydney's hands twitched against her thighs, like she was saying "don't go too far."

Smiling for her, you stayed put, hands reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. Her eyes moved from your face, down your chest (staying for a beat), and across to the waistband of your jeans. But you did notice the way they trailed right back to your face and her own smile grew.

Sydney spent every day looking at your face and even with her world at her fingertips, she'd look a little longer.

You were able to draw her attention back to your figure when you began to unbutton your jeans. Her breath caught in her throat and her wide eyes widened just that bit more as you began to shimmy them over your thighs and let them pool at your feet.

She watched you step out of them, kicking the discarded clothes aside and taking a couple of deliberate steps until you were stood between her thighs. Sydney's hands ran up the sides of your legs until they rested on your hips, touching you like you might break.

Moving them to your belly, she coasted them up and over the delicate lace of your bra. Steady hands curved around your breasts, just gently enough to map the lines of your body.

"This set is nice." She remarked, eyes quickly flickering to your matching panties before they moved back up to your eyes.

You giggled quietly as you nodded. "Thank you, I was hoping you'd like them."

Sydney had to take the moment to come to terms with this fact. That you'd woken up that morning and made the decision of which underwear to put on, with her in mind.

As she moved her hands again, you gently picked up one of them and brought them up to your face. Ever so carefully, you pressed the smallest of kisses to each pad of her finger.

Quickly as her heart fluttered, a determined heat settled in the pit of her stomach as your tongue ran up the length of her first and second finger. Sydney's mouth dropped open as she watched you wrap your lips around the tips of them before dragging her hand back to your chest.

"Your hands," You spoke, continuing to move it down until it her grasp rested on the band of your panties. "I've always been obsessed with your hands."

Her mind flashed back to the comment you'd made all those months earlier, how you couldn't stop staring. She thought about maybe how much sooner she could've been doing this if she had gotten out of her own way.

She couldn't dwell on that for long, not with the way you were moving in and perching yourself in her lap. Your thighs sat either side of hers and Sydney let her hands instinctively fall onto your waist.

Nose to nose, you could smell the lemon off the drink you'd brought her. She could feel your breath across her face and it was everything she'd imagined it would be.

You, like this, in her lap. That was quite honestly something she'd thought of many times.

Placing a hand on either side of her neck, you felt the weight of her braids resting atop your fingers. You'd only been trying to do this since you met the girl but you knew Sydney would be a tough one to crack.

But she was an uphill battle that would always be worth it for the view.

The view of her eyes shutting gently as her lips parted and she surged forward to capture your own lips. Her tongue immediately found its spot in your mouth, moving perfectly with yours and tickling the soft skin.

The tiny moan that left your throat and flooded into Sydney's mouth was swallowed right up by her. Hands holding you tight as she pulled your hips into her own, you let your own hands move up to her jaw.

You held onto her face, tilting it up so you could consume her whole. You'd finally got everything you wanted, there was no way you could let her go. Her hands lifted off your hip for a moment and you heard yourself whine at the loss of contact.

Syd snorted a laugh, only disconnecting your lips for a moment as she worked her own shirt off. Suddenly you could move your hands, running them down the smooth fabric of her cropped bra. Your hands cupped at her chest, feeling the swell of her breasts under your fingers.

Soon, you felt her arm slide under your behind as she began to shuffle back up the bed. She lay down beneath you, letting you perch above her as her hands went back to your waist.

Reaching behind you, you unclasped your bra, sliding the straps down your arms slowly before you tossed it behind you. Sydney did let her eyes fall on your bare breasts, taking in the sight before her.

Moving her hands, she cupped one breast in each hand with her fingers gently tweaking at your nipples. Your eyes began to roll, the tiny shocks of electricity ran through your body as she played with your most sensitive areas.

Your hands lay against her stomach, bringing them to her jeans were you began to unfasten them, slipping your hands underneath them to feel for the waistband of her underwear.

Hearing your name drift off her lips brought you back, your hazy eyes dropping back down to where she lay beneath you.

"Get up here and let me taste you." Sydney ordered in the same voice you'd heard every working day in the kitchen.

Like a switch turning on inside of you, you obediently shuffled up her body until you were hovering over her face. Your heart was pounding behind your ribcage, feeling her hands curve over your ass until they slipped beneath you.

Sydney hooked her fingers into the fabric of your panties, slipping them to the side as her other arm came over your thigh. She pulled you down until you were seated on her face, your cunt laying on the flat of her tongue.

She licked one long line from your entrance to your clit, circling it a couple times before she pursed her lips around it to suck. One of your hands went to your breast, pulling and tweaking at your nipple as the other hand shot out behind you to splay on Sydney's stomach.

You felt your hips roll into her mouth, riding the curve of her tongue as she moved it skilfully against you. Your mouth fell open, the sweet moans flooding past your lips and filling the room.

"Jesus Christ, Syd," You huffed out your words as you kept bucking your hips. "Just like that."

She hummed into you, affirming that she wouldn't change a fucking thing. Not if it meant you kept humping her tongue like that, sounding so pretty when you called out her name.

Her tongue moved around you just like it had in your mouth. It made its way in and commandeered the space. She knew exactly what she was doing, knew exactly how to move to to elicit just what she wanted from you.

Sydney's eyes opened, watching you above her as you rolled your hips with your head tipped back. The way your eyes shut and your mouth fell open as you whimpered. In honesty, she thought you looked a bit like a debauched slut. Just how she wanted you.

There was pride sitting on her chest, sitting just behind you actually. That pride knew that there were a handful of people back at that bar right now that wanted you exactly like this, and Syd was the one that had you. That pride also knew that there was no way they could have you moaning the way you were now.

None of those men would know exactly what you wanted like she could. Not that you were a prize, an object, or anything of the sort.

But Sydney had one first fucking place.

Your hand drifted just a little bit lower, back under her open jeans and beneath the band of her underwear. The curls of her pubic area ran under your fingers until you dipped them into her slit.

"Sydney, you're fucking soaking."

She gave you a moan in response, the feeling reverberating through your body and her hips raised up under your touch. You dipped a finger towards her entrance, collecting slick until you brought it back to circle her clit.

Moving your hand behind you, she lifted her hips to help you get better reach. Your fingers dipped down, tips gently breaching her entrance and making her release another groan into your core.

Your pussy clenched around her tongue, spasms moving up your body as you kept up your movements. Both of Sydney's arms came to hook over your thighs, holding you tight as you fucked her face.

Cries of her name kept rolling off your tongue, the more that she sucked her lips around your clit. You'd no doubt that your neighbours might be impressed by Sydney's skill but all the more wishing she'd go home right now.

You slipped both your middle fingers inside her core, hooking them up against her and rubbing the heel of your hand against her clit. Her hips bucked up again, chasing the feeling as your fingers moved quickly inside of her.

Feeling the white hot tension building to its breaking point inside of you, your teeth clenched around your lower lip as you looked down at her. Her eyes caught on with yours as you rolled your hand against her clit again.

The way her eyes rolled back and the blissed out expression crossed her face was enough for you. Your whole body tensed up as you felt the coil snap, fighting to keep your hand moving in her trousers as your orgasm plummeted through you.

Sydney held onto you, gently pressing kisses to your pussy as she felt your muscles tensing beneath her hands. Her own eyes screwed up as you crooked your fingers up, pressing against the soft, spongey area behind her pubic bone and feeling her tense around your hand.

You shifted your hips back so you could hear the way she whimpered, the sound going down in history for you as it twisted into a moan of your name. Her fingertips dug into your thighs as you brought her to her orgasm.

Her hips stuttered, quietly calling out for you as you let her ride it out on your hand. Gently, you swung your leg off of her and slowly ran your fingers against her slit, feeling the aftershocks slowly dissipating through her.

Shifting to lay beside her on the bed, you brought your fingers up to her mouth, watching her wrap her lips around them and taste herself as you kissed at the wetness you'd left on her chin.

Sydney snuck her left arm beneath you, her right wrapping round your back to pull you in closer as she pressed her lips back against yours. Her tongue pushed it's way through and made total ground as her thigh slotted between your legs.

Rolling it against your centre once, she smiled as you moaned into her mouth. Sydney nodded, humming in delight as she felt your hands working under the band of her bra.

"That's a good girl," She cooed, well and truly finding the rest of her confidence. "Lay back and let me worship you."

[babybratzmaraj]

Fairytale Part 2: unappreciated

Starring: Yourrage as Javion Davis

You as Yourself

Summary: After a week of being a assistant for Javion, you weren’t shit but exhausted, you just might’ve reached your breaking point. Until…

Warnings: contains foul language, dual povs, sexual content, drug and alcohol use (teehee) brief arguments (and by argument its just {REDACTED}

A/N: brainrot! im loving this series suarrr much, this is the chapter i said we will be whores on but IT WILL BURN SLOWLY AFTER THIS😭 my mind went other places, hope you enjoy this one, like comment n reblog fa mo!

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair

You had your AirPods on blasting your usual playlist, Slow Down by Bobby V. had your hips swaying like Ava from Abbott Elementary

💫Slow down, I just wanna get to know you. But don't turn around, 'Cause that pretty round thing looks good to me. Slow down, Never seen anything so lovely Now turn around And bless me with your beauty, cutie💫

You had Jay’s stream on your iPad while your music played off your phone, tapping on the right one in your ear to pause your music, you tuned in to hear his stream. He was reacting to Like That by Metro Boomin, Future, and Kendrick Lamar, and man did he love it, you heard his screams of excitement from the kitchen, you resumed your music, glad one of yall were having a good week.

It hasn’t been a full week and you were stressed the fuck out, and he did not make it better not one bit. Most days were sane and stable because Shanae was there, but on the days she had to go see her OB/GYN? felt like a badass kid in a store. The responses grew colder, he did not listen and he avoided you every chance he got, if it wasn't for the dispensary G hooked you up on, you would have been lost your shit.

You took a hit of your pen and tucked it back in your bra, washing the dishes that were left in the sink by the residents of the house.

Call it your inner mama, but cleaning with some nice music always destressed you, the dishes piled up more since you got here and it’s been bugging you every time you ask him to wash them and he completely ignores you. You reached your breaking point but you refuse to back down now, mama ain't raise no bitch!

You paused your music just in time to listen to Javion give his opinion on the song: “I fuck with all parties involved, but Drake ain’t gone do shit, Cole waiting to drop his response because we know that nigga strategic with his shit. Actually, My nigga Cole caught a stray if you think about it.”

“On god he did! My nigga Jermaine ain't do shit!” you yelled at the screen as if he could hear you, which he and his chat did.

“‘Who the fuck was that?’ Yo mama. I was banging her and she making me breakfast as we speak nigga.” He clapped back at a commenter, making you chuckle.

You felt somewhat happy that he took your defense in a way, even after all of these days he's been ignoring you, you take what you can get from the little shit.

You ignored the rest of the stream as you resumed your music again, returning your focus to the dishes still in the sink, putting some elbow grease into these dishes.

He put his stream on a commercial break to stretch his legs, thinking of a nice but not too-nice way to tell you to keep it down. Javion didn’t inform his followers that he would be having a new assistant/manager, so as of right now, you were a private residence.

He walked out of his room to hear pots and pans and plates clanging around, growing more concerned about what you were doing.

Jogging down the stairs, the closer he got, the more he realized you were doing the dishes, the smell of green apple dawn dish soap and bleach smacking his nostrils.

“Damn!” He shouted fanning his nose, “Smell like you down here cleaning a murder scene.” His comment fell on ghost’s ears as he couldn’t see your airpods.

He shook his head as he examined his newly washed dishes, he hadn’t seen any of these plates in weeks, so he picked up one to see his reflection with no problem.

“OH bashota,” he heard you breathe, turning his head to see you leaning forward clenching your heart. “Youn know how to make yourself known?” you questioned him while tapping your chest, “Giving a nigga heart palpitations.”

“I said some ‘bout a murder scene, you ain't hear that?” He sat the plate down on the sink, staring directly into your eyes.

You threw a face at him before removing an airpod, his eyebrows raising from realization. “My bad, didn’t know you was listening to something.”

“I’s forgives you massa, I’ll keeps it down.” you joked, making him smile a bit showing you his pearly whites.

“Thank you. save that pretty voice for the party tonight.” he softly hit your shoulder before turning around and walking back up the stairs.

Shit. With all the management shit and runarounds and cleaning you've been doing, you completely forgot about the party in a few hours for his 100k subscribers that he hit two days into your stay and he had to celebrate it, by throwing a house party.

You stared at the outfit you had on the bed, still trying to figure out if you were going to hide yourself in your room or force yourself to be the social butterfly you wished you were.

You bit the corner of your bottom lip, staring at your phone and then the fit. Sighing a big irked sigh, you facetimed your best friend, praying that she answered the phone.

The phone swooped and there was Megan, propping her phone on the counter chopping up onions, “What’s it to ya toots?”

“Fashion meeting pretty princess.” You propped your phone on the nightstand.

“At your service Bunny boo, what's the problem?”

“My outfit for this damn party tonight,” you rubbed your temple, “I’m afraid it's too boring.”

“Throw it on and let me decipher,” she asked politely.

You took off your hoodie and basketball shorts for the planned-out outfit, you tipped your glasses up the bridge of your nose and zipped up the jacket before stepping back into the frame.

She gave you a look before tossing the diced onions in a bowl, “Bitch don’t piss me off, I like this fit.”

“You do?” you gave yourself a once over, snapping your neck around to the mirror behind you.

“Yes, Plus who gives a fuck what the fuck you look like? It’s not they problem nor job to deal with it.” she said waving the knife around, “And if they gotta mu’fuckin problem widdit, tell 'em to give you some money!”

“Money makes the world go around.”

“All around town.” she finished, dragging all of her words making you both giggle.

“What are you even making? cutting up veggies n shit like you Gordan Ramsey.”

“I'm making me some breakfast.” she answered, pouring the egg mixture into the skillet.

“It’s 7:48 pm.” You reminded her, causing her head to jerk to the side.

“Mother if you don’t get off my phone! I is a grown-up!”

“A grown-up who probably left a piece of shell in the eggs.”

“Bye Felicia!” she hung up the phone, probably proving your point.

You chuckled and grabbed your phone, walking out of your room to hear Shanae and G having their usual bickering session, because, of course, he didn’t get the other chicken option.

You laughed to yourself, prepping your mind to tell your boss he needs to start getting ready and head downstairs. ‘Hey Jay, get ya clothes on, party starts in 10’. You rehearsed multiple times approaching his door.

You fuckin hated talking to him, not because he’s a bad person, he's great with others but shit with you, you just couldn’t understand why the fuck he resents you so much.

Kicking your nerves in the ass, you opened the door to him fully dressed and ready for the party, his room smelling like nothing but toothpaste and cologne fresh off of a Macy's commercial. “What?”

“I see you ready, so you gotta head downstairs in 5 minutes to help them with how you want everything.”

“They know how I like shit, they don’t need me or you,” He shot at you, your heart dropping into your stomach.

The way he spat his response just made you tear up, the coldness making you anxiously hot.

“Ok but still,”

“But still nothing, they don’t need me. You dismissed.” He waved you off, heating your face up to the point hell couldn’t even compete with you.

“You know the fuck what,” you finally snapped, having enough of his shit. “You wanna act like a fuckin’ female? Be my fuckin’ guest, but you ain't finna snap on me like I’m some fuckin pussy ass bitch.”

The weight that came off your shoulders was so relieving, but you weren’t done. “After this fuckin party? I QUIT! I won’t be your assistant, We both can enjoy this party, I’ll go home after. Everyone Wins! So fuck you, Jay.”

You slammed the door walking down the stairs to Shanae and Gerald's eyes bugged out like they just walked in on two people doing drugs. “Let’s go get that chicken G.” You insisted, after all, it was your last day being an assistant to this household.

You walked out of the house into the Dallas heat and it distracted you from the tears that came, your face becoming sticky and wet from the salty tears. “You Good?” G asked, placing his hand on your shoulder. “Just ready to enjoy my time.”

You stood in the corner with a red cup with your drink and a blunt intertwined with your fingers. You didn’t smoke anything besides a pen inside the house out of respect but that went out the window, plus other niggas were doing it too so boohoo.

You bopped your head to the music, You hired a DJ but you gave him some songs to play and you smiled when the song you chose played, happily sipping on your drink.

Shanae waved you over to the food table with two freshly manicured fingers mouthing something to you but you couldn’t make out what, you were a little crossfaded with the music blasting right in your ear.

After the blowup you had, You and G went shopping for drinks and you took it as a chance to buy some Russian Cream Backwoods, almost fighting G who battled with you to pay for your stuff, he won the battle when he sipped the cashier his card when you went to get other snacks.

You took one long last inhale before putting out your blunt, exhaling, you put your blunt behind your ear like a pencil.

She pulled you into a hug, rocking you both side to side, “I know he being an asshole love,” She said a little louder to compete with the music. “Do not let him fuck up your mood, enjoy this party and enjoy your time.” she broke the hug to rub your arms with her thumbs, “We will talk about this in the morning when we had enough rest and everyone is calmer.”

You smiled to hide the fact you were almost brought to tears. You had been brought to tears at the fact that someone didn’t see you as the villain, that you weren’t automatically the bad guy for standing up for yourself.

You mouthed her a sweet thank you and returned her hug with a sweeter one. “I have to use the bathroom, I’ll be back down in 10 minutes.”

She nodded and pointed to the one upstairs. The bottom one was for the guest and the residents used the upstairs one, you were glad she reminded you because you were crossfaded as fuck.

You sat down your cup and grooved up the stairs walking past your room which you locked. Glad you did, not because of people, just to keep you calm and not have one of those paranoid highs.

You finally reached the bathroom and closed the door behind you, staring at yourself in the mirror, you finally let everything out. The tears, the little curses turned into sounds of tiny wails of exhaustion, and your legs buckled but you found the support of the sink keeping you up and your feet grounded, everything you had kept from this week was coming out and it felt fuckin amazing.

You breathed short breaths until your breathing regulated, wishing you had your cup with you to drown out your sadness, you just had a blunt behind your ears which you forgot about till now.

The door opened and you quickly turned towards the wall that faced away from the door, not letting who even walked in see you weak, you hated that shit.

“You crying?” Javion asked, sounding genuinely concerned, which had you stuck. He never sounded like that towards you, which made you cry harder.

You yelped as you felt his hands pick you up as if you were as light as a baby and set you on the sink, his deep brown eyes searching for something in yours. You both were silent. No words, no movement, not even someone else to ruin the moment, just words being exchanged through eyes and all you could see were apologies and worriment.

He cupped your face in his big soft hands, rubbing away your tears with his thumb. “I’m sorry. I’m so fuckin’ sorry.” he repeated his apologies, resting his head on yours.

He wrapped his muscular arms around you as he sunk his head into the crook of your neck, rocking you both side to side, and you finally saw what you've been yearning for, been wanting to experience from him, been craving for him to be towards you, caring and loving.

“Please don’t leave, I didn’t mean it.” he begged

“You can just treat me like shit and just expect me to stay loving,” you managed to say through your tears, choking up on your words. “Breathe then speak.” He rubbed your back slowly, giving small pats in between.

You finally returned his hug, throwing your arms around his neck. You felt at ease, relieved that you two were not enemies anymore, happy that you two were having a moment, a moment you two can look back at and smile at.

He broke the hug and returned his gaze to yours, his eyes now not as heavy as before. You smiled at his face, feeling your face heated up. You felt like you were on a cloud, a goddess looking at her perfectly built god, his smile growing wider than yours, felt like you were dreaming this whole thing. “Am I dreaming?”

“This ain’t a mu’fuckin’ dream.” He smiled, locking the door beside him. You caught him looking at your lips while he licked his, “Do sum,” and he did, crashing his lips onto yours. You tasted his cherry chapstick on your mango lip gloss with a hint of Tequila. he removed your gray jacket and tossed it on the floor, returning his arms back around your body.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the weed, but what you did know? you were kissing your boss and you didn’t give a fuck, guilt can settle in tomorrow morning.

The attraction you had for him before you took this position all came rushing back, the days you’d wish you can just see what he felt inside of you just made your pussy flutter, his voice was the cherry on top, you just knew he could talk you through it.

“Stay with me,” He spoke between kisses, picking you up off the sink making you tighten your grip around his neck.

“Jay!” You shrieked, grabbing onto him and he chuckled, pissing you off a little.

It ticked you but made you happier than a kid in a candy store that he was able to pick you up, you've been a big girl all your life and we’re jealous that you weren’t going able to experience shit skinny girls do, but Javion debunked your insecurities by carrying you to his room, closing the door with his foot and locking it.

He set you on the bed, standing back up to remove his beige satin pants while you removed yours, thanking god you didn’t wear granny panties tonight.

Smiling at each other with lust-filled glares, he returned on top of you, placing kisses on your neck while he slowly pressed his bulge against your wetness. “Don’t leave me,” He moaned onto your neck, hooking your legs on his shoulders as he dragged you to the edge of the bed, continuing his steady pace.

His gold chain dangled in your face as he rocked his hips into you, your moans filled the air and covered the room corner to corner, wall to wall, he just felt amazing, making you wonder what the real thing would be like.

“Fuck,” you moaned grabbing the back of your legs while he leaned in between your legs, giving you lazy sloppy kisses, his tongue desperately searching for yours.

Without breaking the kiss, he flipped you two over so that you were now on top, he laid his back down on the bed so that now you were in control, and that was all that you needed.

You rested your hands on his chest to steady yourself, breathing a shaky breath, you rocked your hips in a circle, feeling his member press into your wet entrance which boosted the little demon that sat on your right shoulder.

“Use me,” He growled, “Use me like the good little whore you are.” and you did, quickening your pace almost spelling words on his thick member.

“Fuckkk,” You both hissed in unison, his hand repeatedly smacking your ass leaving pleasurable stings of pain on each cheek when you felt something form in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m finna cum, baby girl.” He gripped your hips and moved your lower half with his to match his pace, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, “Use me,” you threw back at him.

He moaned lowly, searching for your hands as he intertwined his fingers with yours. You rested your head on his chest as your legs started to shake uncontrollably, moaning into each other's ears as he rutted into you through each other's orgasms.

“Ou, Fuck!” you shook for a few minutes until you went completely numb, twitching whenever you felt him twitch as well.

The room that was once filled with moans was silent, with nothing but asymmetrical breathing and the bass from the music down below, you giggled loosely as he rubbed your back to bring you back to reality.

You couldn’t lie, that was the best sex-but-not-actual-sex you had in a while, didn’t even think you could do all of that but you did, and it felt good as fuck, even if it was with your boss.

You two stayed in the same position for however many minutes passed by, his chest rising and falling underneath you.

“You good?” he asked, checking his Apple watch.

“I am now.”

“Good, because I was due for a speech 20 minutes ago.” he swiftly reminded you that there was a party going on downstairs.

“SHIT!” you jumped off him and scurred to find your pants, sobering up little by little. “Why didn’t you say shit?”

“They coulda waited, they waited this much.” he smirked, raising up to pull his pants to his knees.

“Besides the point! An assistant is supposed to keep you on trac- Where is my jacket?”

“In the bathroom.”

“See! This is why I need to get sat in a corner.” you sighed before rushing out of the room to the bathroom.

He calmly walked down the stairs, immediately getting dragged by Shanae to the party area, “I’m kick yo fuckin ass, you better give this speech and hope ion kick yo skinny scrawny ass into the next eclipse.” She threatened with a smile on her face like she did this shit one too many times, and she did, it’ll be your turn soon.

She scooted him into the living room and signaled to the DJ to tone down the music, as the DJ obliged, he passed off the microphone to Jay, his smile waved across his face as he tried to find some words.

“Ian gone lie, I don’t know what the fuck to say,” The room erupted in laughter, it was very on brand for him to just blurt shit, one of the things that made him relatable and loved.

“I do want to thank the folks who followed me, this whole shit wouldn’t have even been possible without y’all. My mama, for believing in a nigga, and not kickin’ my ass out.” he nervously chuckled. “Her brother, My uncle. He ain't a man of many words, just don’t give that nigga a Budweiser and we good!” He joked with scattered laughter as a reaction. “My best friend, who I owe my whole career to,”

He zoned out until he met with your eyes, fighting a smile which he ended up losing very badly while waving you over. “And to my new assistant, who I can’t wait to share many memories with and hopefully won’t leave my ass with the coyotes.” The room stared at you along with him and gave you an applause, mouthing the words ‘We forever.’ while nobody was looking at him.

He watched you slowly approach him, shyly waving at the applauding audience. As you reached the spot next to him, he threw his arm around you, scooting you closer to him you could almost taste the cologne he reapplied before walking back down into the party.

“Thank you all, please, enjoy yall selves for the rest of the party, and don't fuck up my shit.” he ended, setting the mic on the DJ booth, scooping you away from the people of the party, away from the attention that could be drawn to you two.

“You good?” He asked, facing you towards him with his back to the crowd.

“I’m horny, high, and ready to sleep, what do you think I am?”

“One of my elite employees!” he jokingly smiled making you burst out of laughter, not caring if anyone heard you at this point. “They still want this meeting tomorrow, do you still want to go through with it?” He checked in on you, reminding you of your blowup which you wish you didn’t have, but if you didn’t, none of this would be happening.

“Yes, we just have to set shit straight, no bullshit, just gonna get it over with, and man you look sexy in this lighting,” you confessed, a chuckle leaving both of yall’s lips. “Go enjoy yourself, you can have a piece of me in the morning.” he rubbed your back, smiling at you, closing your eyes while you licked your lips.

“I’ma go get some punch, I’ll see you around boss.” you tapped his chest as you walked away, not turning around as he stared holes in each spot of your body. He shook his head and smiled, he was ready for what adventure god would throw at him, as long as you were by his side.

[deadwinner]

//   (  chandler kinney  .  demi woman  .  she / they  )  .    ⸻  clarke addario  ,  a  twenty - six  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  one year  .  the  dead girl walking  is  known  for  being  intuitive  and  reserved  and  is  often  associated  with  humble beginnings , a few drinks too many , the same old song and dance , the hitchhiker all the urban legends warned you about  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  front desk at heartbreak motel  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that  redacted .  (  sixer  ,  24  ,  est  ,  they/she   )

  hello all ! this is my bestie clarke.... please clap

                                 the basics.

NAME: clarke addario

AGE: twenty six

GENDER: demi woman

PRONOUNS: she/they

ZODIAC: capricorn sun, cancer moon, sag rising

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

INSPO CHARACTERS: bill denbrough, shirley crain, bruce banner, jason todd, pam beasley, sam winchester, veronica sawyer, malia tate, stephanie brown, brigitte fitzgerald, omori, astrid deetz, annabeth chase, and stanley pines

                                    about.

when asked about why they moved to red creek, clarke might tell you that they were always a little on the morbid side, that they listened to a couple of podcasts and just picked a place following a catastrophic divorce from their high school sweetheart. it's hard to tell whether they were joking about the podcast thing, but recently that's been followed up with "guess i'm a jinx, huh?"

when they showed up to red creek, in the middle of the night in their pickup truck that contained their whole life, they didn't really branch out for a few months. she got a job at the motel pretty quickly, and was friendly enough there, but when shifts were over she'd go back to her unit and stay there, occasionally peeking through the curtains when it got noisy out.

whatever fear that took hold of her when she first arrived has for the most part dissipated now. she makes active efforts to meet people now; able to be found in the warehouse pretty much every saturday, ordering extra olives in her martini. this is how she's made most of her friends, and.. other connections.

also a regular at dolly's, unironically needs coffee to survive. though she lives at the motel and could simply go from her unit to the desk, she has to stop at dolly's every morning without fail.

they have an insane collection of scars, the most noticeable being a jagged line horizontally across their neck. when asked about it, however, the story will change every time. every friend of clarke's has been given a different, increasingly dramatic and nonsensical story. they usually end with them bursting into fits of laughter, though, so it's not like one can say they're seriously lying.

piano prodigy! clarke has always been an extremely gifted musician, though they get a bit defensive if anyone wonders why they didn't try to make a career of it— they claim to have gone to a fancy arts school, name redacted

nonplussed at the recent disappearance, won't even participate in whispers or gossip about it. the extent of her comment on the matter is a sad shake of the head and a muttered "just terrible", or the aforementioned jinx comment.

                                   a look inside.

mannerisms.

FACE: usually trying to remain unfazed, steady and unoffending. it's not that they have a RBF, more of a resting sad face? they can transform quickly when presented with a friendly face, however, lighting up with a smile. absolute master at the smize as well, will gaze upon their friends lovingly

HANDS:  their hands are always busy fidgeting away at something. if not at home playing the keyboard, they're clicking pens, unraveling loose threads, or fiddling with a fidget toy in their pocket

LEGS/FEET: always on the move, whether that's a morning run or drive, or bouncing their leg restlessly at work. 

EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS: has not happened and probably won't happen, as far as anyone is aware. clarke's cool as a cucumber, quiet and laidback.

HABITS: driving with one hand, picking at scars and scabs, drawing on any available surface, etc, etc. they've got a seemingly endless list of small bad habits

POSTURE: near perfect from being a pianist. 

personal.

INTROVERT/EXTROVERT?: a quiet extrovert. they're never going to be at the center of attention, or the oversharer, but they'll talk to pretty much anyone nowadays. it seems like they thrive around others and their energy, sitting quietly in their booth in the diner or watching people dance from a barstool.

OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: generally an optimist in a "who cares?" sort of way, doesn't really think about how badly things can do but can be aware of it, just doesn't put much energy into worrying about it. it'll pass.

INSECURITIES: they have very few insecurities, but the most prominent would be their chipped front tooth. anyone who knows clarke will immediately notice their almost obsessive care of their dental hygeine, and their teeth are otherwise without flaw.

                                             connect.

(“you”=clarke. “they”=your character)

THE TRINITY (0/2): you all have known what it's like to be an outsider in some way, and being together makes things a little less lonely. nights out alone became group outings, then sleepovers and movie nights back at your shitty motel room. is this what it's like having a group of real friends?

LOVE RULES ALL: two people with entirely different perspectives on love. you, jaded from your marriage and seeking only casual hookups. them, looking for love in all the wrong places. you realize early on that two heads are always better than one. and so, you become each other’s official wingperson, always open to hear about this week’s romantic strife.

DICK AND JANE: you’re just friends, nothing more. this doesn’t stop people from speculating, though. you tend to be suspiciously close, behaving as though you’re married. you know their favorite foods, and make sure to bring them snacks whenever possible. they know what movies to avoid, because you hate neil patrick harris. they're probably the person you've opened up to quickest, and there's no one who knows you as well as the other.

RINGTONE: it’s almost embarrassing how quickly you text back. any attention is nice, but especially from them. they have a way of making you feel special. you’re sure they’re using you, but you’re fine with the late night calls and even later drives home if it means more flattering words.

ROLLING ALONG (0/2): you could’ve been the trio, but their tension made it hard. you don’t mind; you find it entertaining to watch the ongoing game of cat and mouse as they come to terms with their feelings for one another. being the mediator in their relationship, texting them individually about the other, is kind of fun. what’s so wrong with being the third wheel, anyway?

[finnarcher7]

Redacted Snippet #5

What the hell? Jack breathed under his breath while he spied through his scope. He recognized the ◼️ ◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️he found in his sight. ◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️ appeared to be waiting for someone. A grin appeared on the traitor's face as another man approached him. The two men embraced each other with a quick clap on each other’s backs. Jack was shocked when he recognized the newcomer as well. He’d only ever met him once but Jack never forgot a face. “Son of a bitch!”

He had to warn Mac and his team ASAP! All the puzzle pieces fell into place at once. ◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️ was the fucking mole that had sold out him and Mac two years ago during their cursed mission in Batman, Turkey and Jack was ninety nine percent sure that he hadn’t failed to take out Kovacs ten years ago. Someone was using the deceased terrorists name though, he just had to figure out who.

[ladyimaginarium]

💙 Relationship status?

ok so !! im& only speaking for myself& as the core/host/singletsona bc we're& polyfragmented so it'd be a hot mess if i& were to list everybody so we not gon do that lmao BUT im& currently queerplatonic partner systems w/ @lastdb & the cathedral system (ily leliiiiiii<3333), i& have two familial & sibling systems / sysblings in the narcos system & the morcialists & im& in an insys relationship w/ eren& & mello& but i& haven't seen either of them in a hot sec so im& a lil worried, they might be dormant. outerworld wise tho im& completely single.

BUT ive& been talking to this guy recently in like the past week & like. idk im& not naive to say i have a quote on quote crush or anything like that bc it isn't anything serious & we're not even dating, just friends & just kickin it atm & tbh im not even sure he feels that spark reciprocally let alone if he's into trans people let alone systems like that so im not pushing anything & we'll see how it goes. but. idk he makes me& Feel Shit™ & makes me& giggle & blush & got me& GEEEEKIIIIIN + he's really funny & fine too in a nerdy introverted way & produces his own beats on soundcloud. & its somewhat wonky bc ive& never felt that for a cis man especially a nonnative man bc ive only ever dated other natives + it usually takes me a hot minute to feel something like that especially bc im& caed- & demi-. he also said he'd be right there in the metaphysical psych ward w/ me& + he claps back at transphobes & he said he'd listen to my aspiring instrumental keyboard covers if i ever were to upload them so that always helps. lmao but overall i'd& definitely say. It's Complicated™ especially with my& very deep conflicted complex & unresolved romantic feelings for j[REDACTED] that. honestly won't ever go away no matter how hard i& try bc ive& just accepted atp that ill& always unconditionally love them & there's no point in denying that now to more sweet soft feelings for k[REDACTED] but like. as ethel cain once said if it's meant to be it will be. bc atp it's just like. i can't keep waiting forever. so if sb else comes along & we vibe rly well & they treat me& ( & the rest of us& as a system ) right then i& ain't sayin no bc i& deserve to be happy too. lmao

@demi-and-awkward

[codename-casper]

***possible TW. Mention of a gun and minor swearing (but not angry or aggressive swearing).

One day years after after the death of Johnny "Soap" McTavish, TF141 are taking on a new recruit. Most of "Caspar"'s info was redacted when they were recruited by price, so even he has limited information. Today's the day that "Caspar" finally joins TF141, in which ghost was assigned as "Caspar" direct superior.

"Ugh... Come-on Old man, you know I hate training new recruits."

Ghost groans trying to get out of taking on a new recruit. Especially after what happened last time.

"Oh,... I think you'll like this one"

Price smirked tilting his head.

"that's what I'm afraid of."

"thank you captain."

I say to price who spoke in my defense.

"Nice to meet you LT"

I Turn to ghost and say

As I turn to him, Ghost raises an eyebrow and smirks slightly under his balaclava.

"Welcome aboard, rookie,"

he says coolly, looking at me over. There's something about this guy that intrigues me as well - maybe it's the way he carries himself or the fact that most of his file was redacted too. Whatever it is, this sort of shift in energy, Ghost decides to play along.... for now.

I follow him and Price outside to meet the others. Gaz was sitting in a chair leaned for reading but looked up and nodded courtly in acknowledgement.

Nikolai was working on a helicopter not far off getting a little irritated at this point. Slaughter to Prevail playing in the background as he works.

Due to the nature of our mission, Farah was here as well to assist in the upcoming mission.

"سعدت بلق��ئك أيها القائد كريم"

(It's nice to meet you, Commander Karim).

I say in Arabic. My pronunciation wasn't perfect, but it wasn't horrible either. Price peaks up from the paperwork he was reviewing.

"من الجميل أيضًا مقابلتك."

(It's also nice to meet you.)

Farah responded.

"هل تتحدث العربية يا فتى؟"

(you speak Arabic, kid?)

He asked

"very limited. I'm still learning"

I say and he nods impressed. Nikolai puts his work down a moment.

"What's your specialty?"

He asked

"Depends on what you need I suppose "

I joke and both he and Price laughed

"ah a kid after my own heart. Preferd weapon?"

He continued walking over to join the rest of us.

"depends on the job. As for sniper I prefer Remington 700 SPS adjustrd for CQB, however it's better suited for what I'm more used to."

I quickly responded

"and that is?"

Price asked raising an eyebrow

"cleaning up the messes of eejits who don't follow mission orders."

Ghost rolled his eyes at my answer, clearly not amused. However, Nikolai chuckled and slapped me on the back.

"Good one, kid,"

he said with a smirk knowing shit was about to get really grim really fast, hoping I can stick to my word.

"Well, welcome to the team,"

Price adds, clapping me on the shoulder.

"We've got quite a few missions lined up for us in the coming weeks, so buckle up and get ready for anything."

To be continued....

[1eos]

Just saw a tiktok of ravi that made me want to bark, felt like i should consult you for help :/ :(

as in bark lustfully???????????????? in 2021????????? that balding man with the giant chin nd no lips??????????????????????$??#?2?2??2?1?1??1? ik this isn't your heart 😭😭😭😭 well... the only help i can offer is telling you to go to hakyeon's instagram nd look at a real sexy man that can actually sing, is kind, isn't an nasty aquarius etc etc

[noonegetsleftbehind]

damn redfield what're you doing out here with all this ass? double cheeked up on a sunday afternoon, hella ass, the suns still out my guy!

[royalsunshinehotel]

Okay since my birthday was the other day, maybe something about how my boys, Gawain or David Copperfield would celebrate their s/o’s birthday?

A/N: Sorry for my lateness, and happy birthday 🎂🎂🎂

David Copperfield (The Personal History of David Copperfield, 2020)

- I firmly believe that David loves planning parties. No matter what, money or no money, he'd plan something special.

- This would involve your closest friends/ family cozied up in your and David's trashy apartment, or slick London townhome.

- Regardless of Money, David would make sure a cake was involved. If it's something Close to a cake, some form of baked good, he'll make it happen.

- He can get a little bit intense about it though, which is really fun to watch.

- "This is my most specialest partner if everyone doesn't clap I'm going to start swinging."

- And he will, in fact, make a scene if there's anything other than love and affection directed your way by your shared friend group

- Gifts would be exchanged, and you'd be in his lap for most of the evening, and you'd be perfectly warm, and happy.

Sir Gawain (The Green Knight, 2021)

- I view Gawain going one of two ways.

- The first direction, is Gawain shirking all royal duties and playing hooky with you all day.

- No work for either of you, just going for a horse ride 😈and a picnic. He keeps it sweet, and private.

- The food in the basket would all be your favorites, and he'd get this dumb look on his face watching you eat, because he's an idiot and he loves you.

- On the other hand, I could definitely see Gawain going total 'Game of Thrones', except good and actually sexy.

- A massive banquet with the best of the best, all your favorite people in one room, enjoying each other.

- It's Gawain's party too, so it does get rowdy, which you don't mind.

- A few hours in, it's out of control and you love it. Everything's hazy and warm.

- At this point you realize you're only wearing diamonds, but everyone's too trashed to notice.

- Are you and Gawain gonna take advantage of that soft-looking bed in the middle of the room? That's up to you.

- Is he going to [redacted] your [redacted] until you [redacted] in front of everyone? That's totally your call.

-Or? Depending on the dynamic the two of you have, both. Not at once, but your birthday would involve both these directions.

[hairpintvrns]

Having finished his early morning run, Deacon ordered his regular order of iced coffee from Caffélicious and was just about to begin walking when he spotted his new neighbor across the street. 

Oh, of course he’s a Latte Love guy. 

Now, coffee shops weren’t his thing. He’s got a perfectly serviceable drip coffee machine and instant coffee mixes at home that do the job of keeping him awake just fine—but when his friend explained the current turf war between the shops, he’d gone on the defensive and bought from Estelle’s coffee shop every day. He knew the whole ordeal was irrational, a marketing ploy by either the local paper or the establishments in question. Two things that he had remembered from his bullshit economics degree were that market competition was conducive for businesses, and that the diversity of options would also broaden the consumer base (and then a third, vague, thing about community tax dollars). Plus, if there was anything he’d learned from being a resident of Blue Harbor for thirty-redacted years, it wasn’t like there was ever going to be a market saturation for coffee shops. Not when everyone and their mother was insistent on getting the closest thing to fuel them throughout the day and not just, well, make their own coffee at home.

His new neighbor, Cyrus, was top among the list of any coffee shop’s consumer base: overworked medical staff, the lifeblood of any community, who were, in turn, the lifeblood of coffee shops. The care ecosystem, he supposed. He’d contemplated just yelling across the street and say hi, if only to be polite. Instead, he played silent witness to the man’s three-sequenced farce: of stepping at a pebble, being pushed forward by said pebble, and throwing the damned whipped cream on the nearest car. Really, their community theater troupe would be proud. 

He chose that brief window of Cyrus’s disconcertment to cross the street and then to clap, thrice, and slowly. “That was fantastic, man. A real comedy of errors,” he let a peal of his laughter cut across the early morning air. 

“Now don’t you bring the innocent birds into this. They did nothing wrong,” he piqued, arching a brow, though the slight curl of his lips betrayed his jest. “You have to clean that up. Or what, isn’t Latte Love handing out napkins anymore?” Maybe he should report that to Estelle, then. He’d suspected a career change in his mid-forties, and a little corporate espionage side gig might suit him just fine.

who: cyrus & anyone! (0/5)

where: near latte love

when: july 2024, early morning

In attempt to be productive on one of his few actual days off, Cyrus had woken up relatively earlier than usual, taken Charlie for a brief walk around the neighborhood, and did his usual morning routine before deciding he was desperate need of caffeine. Of course, working around 60 hours a week meant him and caffeine were inseparable, but this day meant he could actually decide what to order and not scramble to get his usual iced coffee with eight shots of espresso.

By the time he’d gotten ready, Charlie had fallen back asleep. She really did deserve the sleep, though, so he let her be and headed out, driving to Latte Love to not get his usual, but perhaps something different—for once. He opted for an iced latte with a fuck ton of whipped cream for no reason other than because he had nowhere to be for a change. Plus, he found it nice to switch things up for once.

As he headed towards the direction of his car, he noticed the lid had partially popped off, to which he stopped to fix. The issue was, it had popped off again as soon as he started walking. Once was enough, he figured, so he tossed the lid (and straw) in the nearest bin and went on. He bit off some whipped cream as he walked, silently praying nobody he knew—especially from work—was nearby.

When Cyrus picked up his pace slightly, he felt something—a small pebble, probably—collide with his shoe, propelling him forward. Unfortunately, he quickly noticed what was essentially all of the whipped cream had landed on a car—not at all his own—specifically on the windshield. (Thank God for windshield wipers? Did they even work on whipped cream?!) He looked down, noticing the latte, at least, was still intact. He quickly chugged it to remove whatever evidence there was left and sighed, peering in and looking for any sign of life in the vehicle. It was then he remembered he didn’t have napkins (but was he really supposed to?) and he really didn’t want to walk all the way back. In a way, this was both hilarious and nerve-wracking.

A few feet away, he noticed someone approaching, and, on impulse, leaned an arm against the vehicle’s hood, trying to play it off. “Would this happen to be your car?” He asked with a mix of fear (and borderline amusement) in his tone. “‘Cause, if it is…” He gestured to the mess. “That’s bird shit. But if it isn’t, that’s plain ol’ whipped cream.”

[chumchunom]

NWT BBSIM WEEK 10 (repost)

@juliechensponytail @kaysarswhore @kelleekim @legendareme @marcdjr00 @peterbrownismydaddy

Jury: @carry-on-wayward-starkid @jessica-milagros @julieeexcheeen @whats-bb22

Pre-Jury: @bb-8teen @bigbrotheristerribleandihateit @bitterjurorssavetheday @cirie @rennyforpresident​

“Welcome back! A few moments ago, @/whats-bb22 was evicted from the NWT Big Brother house but now, it’s time to crown a new Head of Household!” Julie announces.

“Let’s get to the houseguests.”

“Hello everyone!” Julie greets.

“Heyy!” “Hello Julie.” “Hiiii!” everyone responds.

“It is time for the HOH competition! Here is how it will go.” Julie explains the rules.

“Everyone got it? Alright, on your mark, get set… go!”

Everyone immediately rushes to get across their beam.

@/juliechensponytail moves too fast and loses her balance which makes her fall of the beam, eliminating herself from the competition.

Everyone reaches the other side and starts getting their first keg back.

@/kaysarswhore and @/marcdjr00 are in the lead as they are the first to get their keg back.

A few minutes passed and @/marcdjr00 is in the lead with 4 kegs.

@/kaysarswhore was eliminated because she fell off of her beam.

Everyone else is still in.

@/marcdjr00 still going strong, getting his 5th keg back, he only needs one more to win the competition.

And finally, @/marcdjr00 gets his last keg back and he runs across the beam and hits the buzzer.

"Congratulations @/marcdjr00 you are the new Head of Household!” Julie says.

“Wooo!” @/marcdjr00 cheers.

Everyone also cheers for him, clapping.

“Here you go!” @/legendareme walks over to @/marcdjr00 and gives him the HOH key.

“Thanks!” @/marcdjr00 says.

“Alright everyone, have a good night!” Julie says goodbye to the houseguests.

“And from outside the NWT Big Brother house, I’m Julie Chen [REDACTED], goodnight.”

Well…. it’s over.

(its bcus of the f—-t thing isnt it…)

It’s a few days later and everyone is in the kitchen.

@/marcdjr00 waits for everyone to settle down and begins the ceremony.

“As the HOH, it is my duty to nominate 2 people for eviction. And the ones that I’ve chosen are…” he says, twisting the keys.

@/juliechensponytail and my picture appear on the screen.

“I’ve nominated you @/juliechensponytail and you @/nomwastaken because I don’t know where you two are at in the game and since it is so far into the competition, it would be bad for me to let people like you out of my radar. I’m sorry but I hope you can understand.” @/marcdjr00 explains.

@/juliechensponytail is confused about @/marcdjr00 decisions.

“I don’t get it, I thought I was getting along just fine with @/marcdjr00 so I don’t know why he would nominate me…” @/juliechensponytail sighs in her DR.

I didn’t really think much when I saw myself on the screen.

“…. It’s just getting tired you know? But whatever…” my DR.

“The Nomination ceremony is over!”

It’s time to select players for the Veto competition.

@/kaysarswhore @/peterbrownismydaddy and @/legendareme will join the HOH and the 2 nominees in the competition!

It’s the following day and everyone is out in the backyard.

The houseguests walk out to see a a board and a row of booths.

“Hide and seek?” @/juliechensponytail questions no one in particular.

“Houseguests! Who’s ready for some good old-fashioned hide and seek?” @/kelleekim, the host, asks everyone.

“Yeahhh!” “We ready!” the houseguests answer.

“Ok, here is how it will go.” @/kelleekim explains the rules.

“And now everyone will have 1 minute to hide your Veto, @/juliechensponytail please go first!” @/kelleekim says.

@/juliechensponytail begins hiding her Veto… and after a few minutes, everyone finished hiding their Veto.

“Alright then, the competition is now on!” @/kelleekim announces.

Everyone will now take turn to go search for the Veto, @/juliechensponytail is the first to go.

She immediately runs to the bedroom to look for the Vetos.

She goes through everything that she can get her hands on, the pillows, the mattresses, the bags and finally, she finds a Veto underneath a pile of dirty clothes.

She then runs back out to the backyard and puts the Veto on the board.

.

It is @/kaysarswhore turn next.

Different from @/juliechensponytail, @/kaysarswhore decides to search the bathroom.

She starts looking under the pillows, in the pillows, in the cabinets, the showers, anywhere that she thinks that has the Veto.

@/kaysarswhore then checks the toilet, at first she thought that the Veto couldn’t be in here but when she opens the toilet lid, she finds a Veto!

@/kaysarswhore cringes at the sight but after a while, she reaches into the toilet and pick up the Veto.

She then goes back outside and puts the Veto on the board.

“Whoever that put that in the toilet… you are sick!” @/kaysarswhoresays.

A certain person flinches at @/kaysarswhore words.

.

It’s @/legendareme turn to search.

He decides to search the kitchen, he goes through all the box, the sink, under the sink, in the fridge, on top of the fridge, he even looks in the microwave but still no sight of a Veto.

Unable to find anything, @/legendareme moves to the have-nots room but while searching, the time runs out and his turn ends.

@/legendareme returns to the backyard empty-handed.

.

Up next is @/marcdjr00.

He has the same idea as @/legendareme and begins in the kitchen first.

“Woah..” he says when he sees the mess @/legendareme made.

He then go through everything, almost the same way as @/legendareme.

But after a while, while looking through one of the cabinets, something catches his eyes.

It’s a bag of bread but something is off about it so he decides to go through it.

And his suspicion was true, in between the slices of bread there was a Veto.

He immediately grabs it and runs outside, putting it on the board.

.

I’m next.

Knowing that the lounge contains many books, I run in there and begin searching.

I rapidly go through the books, flipping through them, shaking and almost tear some of the pages.

And I was right because I did manage to find a Veto inside one of the books.

I take the Veto and go back outside, putting it on the board.

.

It is @/peterbrownismydaddy turn.

There are only 2 Vetos left to find, if he finds one of them the competition will end.

@/peterbrownismydaddy runs through the house, avoiding the mess because he thinks that the Vetos that’s been found are from there.

When he gets to the have-nots room, he begins searching. @/peterbrownismydaddy looks through everything, the clothes, the closets, the beds.

In the end, he manages to find a Vetto inside a bag so he runs back out and puts it on the board.

. . .

“Alright everyone, 5 Vetos have been found, let’s see who they belong to!” @/kelleekim announces.

“First Veto belongs to……….. @/legendareme! Which means @/legendareme you are out of the competition.”

. . .

“Up next, the person that owns this Veto is….. @/peterbrownismydaddy! I’m sorry but you are out of the competition.”

. . .

“Alright, let’s see whose Veto this is…… it is @/juliechensponytail! I’m sorry but you are out.”

. . .

“Ok, the next Veto belongs to……… @/kaysarswhore! That means you are out of the competition.”

“And that leaves us with @/marcdjr00 and @/nomwastaken, one of you will win the Power of Veto!” @/kelleekim says.

“Let’s find out who that is…” he says, revealing the name on the last Veto.

. . .

“And the owner is this Veto is…. @/nomwastaken.”

“Which means @/marcdjr00 congratulations, you have won the POV!!!” @/kelleekim announces.

I sigh disappointedly.

“YES!” @/marcdjr00 screams excitedly and runs to @/kelleekim.

“Here you go!” @/kelleekim puts the Veto on @/marcdjr00.

“I was so close AHHH…..” My DR.

“YESSSS THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT BABEY!” @/marcdjr00 shows the HOH key and Veto to the camera in his DR.

It’s Veto meeting time, everyone is in the living room.

@/juliechensponytail and I will have a chance to convince @/marcdjr00 to use the Veto on one of us.

@/juliechensponytail stands up and begins first.

“Hey everyone, hey @/marcdjr00, congrats on winning the Veto, it looks good on you but you know what I noticed? That Veto looks quite heavy and I’m afraid that it might hurt you so why not let me help you with that~” @/juliechensponytail winks at @/marcdjr00.

“Ooohh…” “Get a room you two.” “Omg right in front of our salads?” the other houseguests say.

“Uhh haha I’ll think about it…” @/marcdjr00 flushes.

It is now my turn to give a speech.

“Alright! Hey yall, congrats on the win @/marcdjr00! I want to take this opportunity to say something. In this house, there are people who are far more dangerous and powerful than me and @/juliechensponytail and I really want you to see that @/marcdjr00. Do you really want to get one of us out when you can go after a big threat and make a big move!? Us two, we have been nominated 3 times now and we’re basically competition flops so do you really wanna spend your HOH evicting someone that won’t add anything to your resume? The last time you were HOH you also went after someone who literally did not have any ally in the game so if you don’t do something different this time around I promise you, you’re never gonna win if you make it to the end! You wanna know why? Because you are playing like a coward! So please use the Veto and nominate someone that actually is a threat in this game! I don’t care who you save but please for the love of Neptune just use the Veto!!! Thank you.” I finish my speech.

Everyone is a bit taken back by my speech, some look around nervously.

After a while @/marcdjr00 stands up and says.

“I’m sorry but I’m discarding the Veto…” he puts the Veto in the box.

“You’re dumb.” I say.

“Okay.” @/marcdjr00 responds.

“Yeah no one’s gonna vote for you at the end.” I continue.

“You don’t know that.” @/marcdjr00 says.

“But I do though, you know why? Because I’m a Pisces.” I say.

“Sure whatever that means… if I were you, I’m gonna start packing my bags.” @/marcdjr00 says.

I roll my eyes at that.

Everyone is now silent…

“The Veto meeting is adjourned.”

“I’m so sick of this house.” My DR.

“That definitely did not go as I wanted, what the hell was @/marcdjr00 thinking putting me up? I could’ve been an ally to him but now I’m potentially going home…” @/juliechensponytail shakes her head in the DR.

It’s final, @/juliechensponytail and I are up for eviction.

@/kaysarswhore, who is close with the nominees, struggles with whether to vote for @/juliechensponytail or @/nomwastaken.

She spends most of her day thinking and thinking and ultimately, the stress gets to her causes her to breakdown.

.

@/juliechensponytail realizes that these could be the last days that she will spend inside the house so she decides to get a little messy.

The day before Eviction night, @/juliechensponytail goes look for @/kelleekim around the house.

Finally, she finds him in the backyard chatting with @/legendareme and @/peterbrownismydaddy.

She then begins to call him out for being a puppet master, saying that “He’s playing everyone and that he will win if he stays in the game.”.

She also lists many reasons why everyone should target him “He never been on the block, he can win comps, he has a good social game, he can-…”

The rest of the house begins to join everyone in the backyard for this.

It goes on for another 45 minutes.

The live feed was popping off that day. On social medias, #KELLEEKIMEXPOSEDPARTY was seen trended.

“Tonight, someone’s journey inside the house will come to an end. I’m Julie Chen [REDACTED], welcome back to NWT Big Brother!” Julie greets the audience.

“Let’s check in with the houseguests.”

“Hello everyone.” Julie says.

“HEYY.” “Julie hiii.” “Hello!” the houseguests say.

“@/juliechensponytail and @/nomwastaken, one of you will be evicted from the house tonight but for one last time, you two will have a chance to sway the votes in your favor. @/juliechensponytail please go first!”

“Alright, hello everyone. I’m gonna make this quick and simple, I’m a loyal person and I’m someone you can always count on so if you vote to keep me, I promise that I can be a loyal ally to you. There’s only so many people left and I’m sure that you want someone like me by your side! Thank you.” @/juliechensponytail pleads.

“You’re next @/nomwastaken.”

“Hey yall… I feel like I didn’t leave this chair at all since last week haha… In all honesty, I just want everyone to do what’s best for your game but if yall keep me here, yall will increase your chance at winning any competition by… 15% or something like that I don’t know I’m not good at math… So yeah!…” I say.

“Before we vote, @/marcdjr00, as a reminder, you will only vote in the event of a tie. @/kaysarswhore please head to the Diary room.”

“So far, it’s 2 votes to evict @/juliechensponytail. But the votes can still tie if the last two houseguests vote for @/nomwastaken.”

. . .

“It’s official, with 3 votes to evict @/juliechensponytail is evicted. Let’s break the news to the houseguests.”

“Everyone, I have the votes! By a vote of 3 to 1……”

“@/juliechensponytail you have been evicted from the NWT Big Brother house.”

Hearing the news @/juliechensponytail stands up, she hugs everyone then exits the house.

“And goodnight houseguests.” Julie tells everyone.

It’s time for @/juliechensponytail interview

“Hello @/juliechensponytail, it’s nice to see you.” Julie says.

“Well it’s nice to see you too Julie but it’s not nice that I got evicted.” @/juliechensponytail laughs.

“Haha, alright, let’s talk about your eviction. What happened? Was this what you had in mind?” Julie ask.

“Julie I don’t know to be honest. I feel like me and @/nomwastaken were so similar that it doesn’t matter who goes or stays.” @/juliechensponytail answers.

“You won the first HOH competition of the season, what do you think happened throughout the last 2 months that lead to you being voted out?” Julie continues.

“Hmmm, I guess I was kinda worried after the first week that my name would be on everyone’s mind so I tried to lay low and wait for the right moment to begin being more active but then I just couldn’t win any competition to save myself so haha…” @/juliechensponytail smiles.

“Well it has been nice chatting with you tonight, I will see you again at the Finale where you will cast your vote for a winner! I hope you have fun in the Jury house.” Julie smiles.

“And tune in next episode for the HOH competition and nominations, from outside the NWT Big Brother house, I’m Julie Chen [REDACTED], goodnight.”

And that’s it for WEEK 10, only 3 weeks left and we will reach Finale!

I’ll be back with another update soon!