#BE ALONE FOR 30 MINUTES TO TALK GOD DAMNED IT MAN

[tuliptiger]

Not to make anyone sad again BUT.

How can you say she's a bad big sister man she forever always did what she thought she could to keep Powder and, after accepting Jinx, Jinx safe.

The horror on both Caitlyn! And Vis faces after hearing Jinx's blood curdling scream for Isha. Isha saved Jinx, Jinx wanted to save her little adopted sister and Vi just wanted to save her little sister. And this is with an active injury on Vi's part. You can clearly see how awful and horrified and RIPPED apart she is to have to pull Jinx away. To say, I'm sorry I can't let you die with her I still need you.

And after Vi saves Jinx? I think we were absolutely robbed by having not been shown it and only told about it. Jinx somehow focuses herself after losing everything in ANOTHER explosion, AGAIN, and manages to only care about getting Vi out to safety. And then just. Gives up.

I'm sorry your Honor but they were sisters and they always loved each other forever and always and the world straight up said absolutely not. You do not get to be happy you do not get to love each other and you do not get to have any of that especially if you're both alive for some reason. And they tried their fucking hardest to fight that anyway 😭 and where we leave off at the end of the SERIES, but not their stories by a long shot I hope, is heart breaking and sad as hell.

I hope they heal, I hope they find peace, and I hope they find each other again in less chaotic times so they actually just sit next to each other. And hug it out and talk like fuck man

[fmhobeus]

so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)

[parkerrogersgirl]

300 Awkward Blind Dates Later...

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: You go on a blind date on your birthday so you don't have to spend it alone, but it ends up going better than you expected.

A/N: Hey friends! This is a little birthday drabble for my buddy @roosterforme. Thank you for being such a help and inspiration, you're the best!

Warnings: fluff, maybe swearing, a whole lot of sweetness so book your dentist ASAP, allusions to smut (bc I can't help myself), spice

Word Count: 2,617

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You take a deep breath and fix your hair in your rear view mirror. You look down at your dress and check your phone one last time. You'd thought your ex would at least act like he cared that it was your birthday. He wanted you back, and yet he couldn't be bothered to text you on your birthday. So, that's why you were on a blind date on your birthday.

You put your phone away and walk into the restaurant, sitting at the bar. The bartender immediately comes over and you order a soda, presuming this date won't last long enough for you to finish any alcohol.

Once you have your soda, you let yourself relax a little bit. You let yourself get lost in the bustle of the bar at happy hour. That is until you hear a voice startle you out of your daze.

"Excuse me? Do you mind if I sit here, ma'am?"

You snap your head to your left to see the hottest man God has ever created. He has curly brown hair and a gorgeous mustache to match. He's got chocolate brown eyes that you could easily see yourself getting lost in-

"Oh! Yeah, sure." You turn to look at the clock to see that your date is 40 minutes late. You pull out your phone and see that your date had cancelled because you didn't sound like his "type," and he didn't want to waste your time. "I've been stood up, apparently, so I should probably go anyway."

The stranger frowns and takes the seat next to yours, "well, apparently it's a blind date."

"How'd you know that?"

He smirks, "if he knew what you look like, he wouldn't have stood you up. You're perfect."

You blush and as the bartender takes the stranger's order, you ask her for a refill on your soda. Before you can take your card out of your wallet to pay out, a rough hand covers yours.

"You can add it to my tab. Both of the drinks." You look up and meet his incredible eyes.

"Are you sure? You don't even know my name."

He laughs and turns your hand over to shake it, "well, I'm Bradley. Bradley Bradshaw. And you are?"

You introduce yourself, and you notice that although you're not shaking hands, neither of you have let go. There's something... right about how his hand feels on yours. It feels like you're home. You subtly roll your eyes at yourself before dropping his hand.

"Well, Bradley, why do you insist on paying for my drinks?"

He grins, putting his arm around the back of your chair, "well, miss Y/N, my mom always told me to pay for a lady's drinks on a date."

"You're awfully bold to assume this is a date," you raise your glass to your lips, smirking at him over the top.

"You were already here on a date. It's not my fault I had to step into that clown's shoes. I'm just taking a shot."

"And if I said this wasn't a date?"

"Well, I would be crushed. I think you're great. You're funny, you're hot, although we do have to have a talk about stranger danger."

You scoot your stool closer to him and start drawing circles on his leg with your finger. The second your fingertip touches him, you feel him tense up and you smile softly, "I'm hot?"

He leans in closer so his lips are almost touching your ear, "baby you're the hottest person in the whole damn bar. As soon as I saw you, you were all that mattered. Especially because I would really, really like to see you again. Tonight. In my bedroom. Preferably under me. "

You bite your lip and stand, heading for the door. You go out and stand next to your car around the corner and wait. Not even 30 minutes later, you hear the restaurant door open and close, followed by footsteps on the concrete. Bradley turns the corner speeds up, jogging toward you.

You open your mouth to speak, but before you can ask Bradley to follow you home, his arms are around you and his mouth is on yours. You moan into the kiss and back up against your car, letting your lips dance with his. His lips were coarse, but in the best way, where it feels like static electricity.

He pulls away and immediately blurts out, "do you want to come home with me?"

"Let's go. I'll come get my car tomorrow."

"No, we'll come get your car tomorrow. I don't plan on letting you go."

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[booksooks]

𝑳𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝑫𝒂𝒚 2

Author's Note: Hi friends, second part up on time? What? Who am I, god? Anyway, it's Toga's debut in today's piece, I hope you enjoy :)

Contents: College!AU, all characters depicted are STRICTLY 18+, no use of "Y/N"/any other variants, and possibly wildly ooc characters. I apologize for this. Light swearing.

Word Count: 2046

Summary: Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

Waking up the next morning wasn’t as difficult as you thought it would be. Gentle sunlight streamed in through your windows, and all was quiet. It definitely wasn’t normal for your expectations of college, last year your roommate had insisted on blaring all sorts of TV shows and movies or music at any hour she pleased. You hadn’t minded, since whenever you were actually studying she had put earbuds in, but the silence was certainly a new sensation.

You took your time getting up, as your first class was only at 11am, which gave you ample time to wake up and rub the sleep from your eyes, and maybe hang out for a bit on your phone before taking a shower, and doing your makeup. You then arranged your hair the way you liked, poking at a strand that just wouldn’t lay right until you gave up, leaving at 10:30 to get to the building on time. Things were actually going really well, considering.

You got to class entirely too early, and resigned yourself to sitting on the floor in front of the doors as you waited for the professor or other students to show up. You weren’t alone for long, however, as a bubbly looking girl in as much pink as she could have had on skipped up. Her ashy blonde hair was tied up in two messy moon buns, and she had the cheeriest look on her face.

“Hi!” She crowed, waving at you on the floor. “Is this oceanography? Room 231? I��m Himiko Toga, by the way, nice to meet you! You can call me Toga.”

You looked up at her and waved back. “Yeah, I think so. At the very least it’s room 231.”

“Cool!” She brightened. “I’m a freshman, so I’m still learning my way around. This campus is so big! Especially compared to my highschool, which was only one building. I was afraid I’d be late.”

Toga continues chattering for a few minutes, putting her backpack (also pink), down on the ground to give her shoulders a rest as she talks about how she was supposed to dorm, how she had several friends here which was a major reason as to why she even chose this school, and how excited she was to make new friends, and would you be hers?

You couldn’t help but get caught up in her infectious positivity, and before long you were yapping along with her, of course you’d be her friend. And then it wasn’t long until the professor, an older woman with graying hair who walked slowly and talked with the same cadence, shuffled up to the doors and asked you and Toga to open them as she dragged a cart behind her on a dolly. The three of you settled into the room, the professor making small talk with Toga about her experience with college so far and the first few introductory days as a freshman. You were setting up your computer, so completely focused on trying to get the damn wifi to work, that you didn’t notice when the door opened and someone slipped in. But Toga definitely noticed, and she squealed, making your head jerk up.

“Tomura! I can’t believe you’re in the same class as me, already! This is gonna be so fun!” Toga nearly climbed over the tables to get to the man, wrapping her arms around his torso affectionately.

Shigaraki, to his credit, didn’t brush her off immediately, and even wiggled one of his arms free to awkwardly give her a side hug back. She let go as soon as he started trying to pry himself free.

“Hi, Toga,” Shigaraki greeted, much more quietly than Toga had. It was then that he had noticed you, and he gave you a few quick glances before looking away, moving further into the room to sit next to Toga. He gave the professor a quick nod and introduced himself before setting up his own computer, tuning Toga out as she shook your shoulder lightly.

“This is one of the friends I was talking about! His name is Shigaraki Tomura, but I call him Tomura because we’re besties,” she explained excitedly, and you didn’t really have the heart to tell her that you two had already met. Before you could say anything, however, Shigaraki spoke up in that soft, raspy tone of his.

“We met yesterday.”

Toga gasped excitedly, clapping as she smiled brightly. “Ohmygod, really? Ooh that’s so exciting! Now I have two besties in the same class, we can study together!”

Shigaraki glanced at you then, shrugging before turning back to his computer screen. The professor had been setting things up this entire time, and there was a powerpoint on the screen about plate tectonics. Several other students you didn’t know had also been steadily filtering in, taking up most of the seats around your little trio.

“Sure,” you told Toga, motioning for her to sit down. Class would be starting soon, it was 10:58. “I don’t mind if Shigaraki doesn’t.”

“I don’t,” he said quietly, and Toga took that as her signal to whip out her phone and make a group chat, already texting emojis in it with speed. “Put your phone away,” he muttered, pulling out his own phone to clear the now 10 notifications from the group chat. You sighed and finally got connected to the wifi, just as the last student came in sheepishly and sat down in the front of class, and the professor started introducing herself before roll call.

50 minutes later, and some very confusing instructions and explanations from the professor later, you were dismissed for the campus’s common hour.

“Let’s get lunch together!” Toga pleaded, already bouncing on her feet to get going as you and Shigaraki put your laptops away and stood up.

“Sounds good to me,” you agreed, following Toga out of the building. Shigaraki hadn’t said anything, but he followed you both out to the path without protest, so you took it as a sign that he was also down.

And so, the three of you made your merry way down to the commons, where there were several food chains open, along with… almost every other member of school. It was crowded and hot and loud, and you winced, almost losing sight of Toga as she dragged you along like she knew the place like the back of her hand. Which, was weird the more that you thought about it, because wasn’t she a freshman?

Either way, you wished for earplugs or something, scrunching your shoulders up to avoid touching anyone and making yourself as small as possible. Toga didn’t seem to notice, despite looking over her shoulder several times, and you tried not to be too annoyed. She was probably just excited and hungry. Shigaraki, however, did notice, and he held his sweater-clad elbow out for you to hold onto wordlessly. You take it gratefully, fingers curling into the soft fabric and trying to ignore how fucking solid he felt underneath, despite his lanky build. God you were touch starved.

You swallowed heavily and let Shigaraki somewhat bulldoze his way through the crowd. He was pretty tall and in his all black outfit he was more than a little intimidating, so people got out of his way like you were both surrounded by an invisible, protective bubble. You clung onto him tightly, incredibly grateful that people were less inclined to bump into you or push past you now that you were hanging off of Shigaraki’s arm.

Eventually, you finally caught up to Toga, who had somehow already bought herself a serving of sushi and a strawberry Fanta (sidenote, who actually liked those things? You had tried one during your freshman year and were barely able to finish the damn thing). She beamed up at the two of you, and was about to say something when she saw you hanging off of the crook of Shigaraki’s arm, and you let go like he had burnt you. Toga’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, and then she was moving on.

“I’m gonna go find us a place to sit!” She chirped, leaving you and Shigaraki behind, again.

You sighed and motioned for him to go ahead of you, which he took, also getting a container of sushi, and a monster, before checking out. You thought he was going to leave you behind to fend for yourself, but he stopped just outside the little cafe, waiting. You did your best to hide your smile as you acquired your own food and drink, paying for them and smiling at the cashier who looked like he would rather be anywhere but there at that very moment before you caught up with Shigaraki. He looked only a little less bothered when you stepped up next to him, and then once again he used his presence to clear a path to the little booth that Toga had claimed.

“How the hell did you snag this?” You asked, sitting next to her, as Shigaraki slid into the seat across from you. “These are normally never empty at this time.”

Toga smiled at you as she broke open the flimsy wooden chopsticks, and Shigaraki did the same. “Some people were leaving just as I got here,” she explained, bringing a piece of sushi to her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully for a moment before swallowing. “And so I just sat down and threatened to stab anyone who asked if they could also sit here!”

You blinked at her incredulously, and Toga continued eating as if she hadn’t just told you she tossed around threats like she was talking about the weather.

“Is that normal?” You asked Shigaraki. He nodded, unperturbed, and shoved two pieces of sushi into his mouth. You gaped, blinked, and then decided if someone who’d known her since at least highschool said it was fine, it must be fine. Relatively.

The rest of your lunch is completed with more chatter from Toga, with you and Shigaraki occasionally giving input or asking her questions. The time flies, and soon you were all nursing your drinks, a neat pile of trash to be thrown out when you leave at the edge of the table. Toga is talking excitedly to Shigaraki about a game he’s… making? Playing? You had stopped paying attention after a while, letting the two friends catch up as your social battery depleted. You checked your phone, for a lack of anything better to do, and jolted when you looked at the time.

“Holy shit, it’s 1:50, I gotta go,” You exclaimed, cutting Toga off mid-sentence. The panic in your voice was unmistakable as you hastily shoved your phone into your back pocket, the screen dimming abruptly. You slung your backpack over one shoulder, the straps digging into your skin as you scrambled to gather your things, and with one last glance at Shigaraki and Toga, you snatched up the crumpled pile of trash from the table. Your movements were sharp and erratic as you waved absentmindedly at them, making a beeline for the door. You sighed and hurried your pace, mentally mapping out how to get to the library from where you were.

Just as you were about to push through the exit, Toga’s voice rang out, slicing through the clamor of the hallway: “Text us!” Her tone was light-hearted, but there was a pleading tone to her words that made it clear she already wanted to keep in touch with you. You threw another quick, half-hearted wave over your shoulder, barely registering her shout as you broke into a light jog. Unfortunately, people didn't get out of your way like they did with Shigaraki, and you were forced to dodge and weave until you got outside and were able to move around people more freely.

You’re not early, or even on time, by any means, but then again neither is the professor apparently, as he walks in 5 minutes late.

It’s not until hours later, when you’re back in your dorm, relaxing on your bed when you realize that you never texted Toga back. You quickly ran to your messages, and typed something out.

You smiled to yourself and put your phone away, getting ready for bed. Friday could not come soon enough.

End Notes: I hope you enjoyed :) Please let me know if you have any thoughts or comments, I'd love to hear them!

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[calcitedraws]

FENS DIARY

Tw: Mentions of death, suicide, depression, brief mentions of sexuality and Fen being generally sort of creepy and trying to rationionalize it.

Around 2,300 words

This was supposed to be a few entries and I got too invested lol and I use y/n because I'm old school. Also when Fen says 'Im not a girl' that isn't indicating a bio or gender identity I was just including the fact that they're nonbinary.

November 17th

I haven't written in a while, eh? After… what happened I sort of shut down for a while. Even now I want to shut down, but my dad always said I should face things head on. Ok, as my therapist used to say: if I don't know how to word something I should just say it as plainly as I can to get started.

I'm in pain.

I can't sleep I can't eat and I can't fucking breathe. The only person making sure I have a moderately healthy sleep/wake cycle is Dandelion, and even then he doesn't seem to mind if I sleep on the couch all day as long as he's fed.

I'm packing to head down to the funeral and I came by my journal. I don't even know why I'm doing this. This is fucking stupid.

I'm scared of seeing them. I haven't seen my mom or siblings in… 5 odd years? I never even came out to them. I'll have to explain so much that I'm just not in the goddamn mood to. I don't even think they want to see me. Dad told me that once they figured out the whole situation that they didn't take it well.

Dandelion keeps curling up in my suitcase. If he behaved better in crates, I'd bring my little man with. But he chews on the bars and yowls, so I'm leaving him at one of those pet boarding places.

November 19th

I don't want to go tomorrow. I'm sitting here at this shitty hotel desk that's sticky in this shitty hotel room that smells like booze and mothballs. There's a weird mark on the carpet and I can't decide if it's old blood or a shit stain. Either way it's suspiciously big. The people in the other room keep having really loud and bad sounding sex, all the damn time. Like, literally, their headboard is apparently against the same spot as mine, because the thumping keeps me awake. I tried to move my bed and found another stain that I'm convinced is blood. I put the bed back and slept on the tiny couch in the room. I'm pretty sure there's bedbugs on every fabric surface.

OH MY GOD THOSE TWO ASSHATS ARE HAVING SEX AGAIN!!! WHY ARE THEY BLASTING THAT ONE SONG FROM SHREK 2 I HATE THIS HOTEL

November 20

I'm just sitting here. At this sticky desk again. I don't think I can do this. It's 3:30 AM and I can't go back to sleep. Waiting for my sleeping meds to kick in.

My therapist always said that the best time to journal about something is when it's the hardest to think about.

I wish I had someone. I like to think soulmates exist. Maybe Dad was right and that's all horse shit. Maybe I should just throw myself into oncoming traffic instead of going to his funeral.

I've been paying more attention to cars recently. Funny how many look like my dad's.

I think the meds are kicking in? No clue, maybe I'm just too angry to think.

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It's 8:10 AM and I need to leave in 20 minutes.

I've decided to go, because I owe it to him. I think I'd hate myself more if I didn't go.

What do I even do if I see my mom again? Is she even my mom? Am I allowed to wave if she spots me? Will she even recognize me. I can recognize her. I've been cyber talking her Facebook. Her husband and her just got back from a weekend trip to the Bahamas.

I haven't dared look for my siblings. I miss Sherry.

Had to take a minute to reign myself in.

I'm glad my aunt (my dad's sister) took care of the funeral prep. Shes nice. Haven't talked to her in a half a decade, I should send a nice letter after the funeral.

The thought of coming back to that house alone is killing me. No more face times. No more random phone calls. No more sending him pictures of weird stuff Dandelion did.

I need to head out soon. My hair is greasy. My eyes hurt. I look like shit. But I have to go.

I forgot to charge my phone last night but there should be enough juice in it to get me there and back. Don't know where I'm headed since I've never been here. My dad said I wouldn't like where he lived because it's crowded. Maybe I can just throw myself into oncoming traffic after.

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I think I met an angel.

I got lost after the funeral and my phone died. I started crying in the middle of the side walk like some fucking weirdo when I spotted them.

They were so cute, in their cozy sweater and jeans. They asked what was wrong and I said I was lost and that my phone died.

They actually lead me back to the hotel! Apparently they live here in the city too but near the outskirts. I never got their name, I'm such a fucking idiot.

I've always felt like there's been a wall between me and other people. But with them… I didn't feel that. I felt I had known them all my life.

Shit, here I am rambling about someone I just met after going to my dad's funeral.

It was awkward. Like, painfully awkward. No one approached me. My dad's funeral was closed casket, which all things considered, makes sense. But I felt like if I opened that casket it'd be empty. It was a weird feeling.

I didn't know any of his friends and only Sherry showed up to the funeral. I don't know why but that somehow made everything worse. Sherry couldn't even look at me. I didn't stick around long afterwards. She looks so different from when I last saw her (why did she go blonde?) but I recognized her instantly.

I'm packing up to head home. I technically don't need to go until tomorrow but the longer I stay here the more I feel the need to itch the back of my throat with a shotgun. At least at home I can cry into Dandelions fluffy belly.

January 8th

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Guess who's forced me out of rotting in my bed? My boss threatening to fire me if I don't log on and do my job!

A fair point, but fuck him anyway.

I said I'd log on today and he seemed satisfied.

So here I am instead, procrastinating. I can't keep my eyes open for very long. I mean, I logged on and have been reading meeting notes. That's progress.

Dandelion has been very accommodating with allowing me to randomly pick him up and cry loudly into his fur.

Oh! I found a new cat! Her name is Queenie and she's a little black cat. I found her right outside the hotel I was staying at before the funeral. I thought she had that lethal cat bloat I had heard about, but she was just really pregnant! Like, ready to pop pregnant. She gave birth on Christmas and now I have a small army of tiny black and orange kittens! I woke up to 6 of them on Christmas morning. They're all so small and cute and they won't stop meowing very very loudly. I got Queenie spayed as quickly as I could afterwards.

Queenie warmed up to my quickly despite being a stray. I named her that because she's a little diva. The amount of times I had to separate her and Dandelion from fighting over mutually favorited spots is well, embarrassing since these are two adults. But now? Queenie just lays on top of Dandelion and he seems to enjoy it.

Why am I jealous of two cats?

January 15th

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Oh my God I found them. The person who saved me and lead me back to the hotel, I found them!

Ok, so, I'm a penetration tester, which means I hack into systems. It's boring so I never talk about it. But, the job we were handed made us pen test a random hospital and I found them! They went in for a checkup recently and I found their data while spelunking! I took a picture of their government ID before I could stop myself.

I can't believe I found them! I clicked on a random name because I liked the way it looked and it leads me right to them! I know it's them, because the ID card looks like them and says they live near where they said they did.

I've been looking at our star signs. I also found their social media and they're so chatty! I think they just think their friends are watching because they post sporadically. I scrolled through everything I could find during my lunch break.

Oh my God I sound insane. This is insane and totally illegal. I need to step back and calm down.

January 25th

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I tried!! Couldn't step back couldn't calm down. I've been cyber talking a stranger for like, a week now.

But I've come to a revelation: I'm very greasy. I haven't showered in… no clue to be honest. I only realized because I accidentally leaned against the sliding glass door and my head left a strong imprint on the glass.

I haven't changed my bedsheets in a while either. Or vacuumed, or cleaned the kitchen, or swept the patio. So instead of any of that I have spent the entire afternoon paralyzed on the couch in sustained fear. Dandelion has joined me.

February 4th

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I finally got fed up of being greasy and took an actual shower instead of sitting under the water staring at the floor and disassociating for like, half an hour. The sheer amount of dead skin I scrubbed off is embarrassing.

*Y/n* (the name of my angel) talked about spring cleaning early online. They even have the link to their favorite songs to listen to while cleaning. I recognize some of the songs but most of them are new to me. Maybe if I listen to the playlist it'll make me want to clean?

Update: It did. Managed to clean the kitchen and living room before getting tired. Maybe I should start working out again…?

Feb 14th

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Y/n is single! (Very good information to know)

When I clean I just put y/n’s play list on and I'm suddenly full of energy.

I think it eases the loneliness. I miss my dad.

Feb 20th

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I've discovered something about myself that I can't unlearn. I think I have a praise kink?? I was watching my favorite show with Dandelion and one of the characters that kind of looks y/n said ‘good girl' to the main character and. I got so horny I had to pause the show and sit in silence. I'm not even a girl. What the fuck just happened? I think the cats know because they've been staring at me judgementally all afternoon.

March 1st

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Lasagna is my enemy.

April 29th

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It was my dad's birthday yesterday. He would've been 46 today.

I sort of shut down for the entire month, again. House is a fucking mess. Only think I can manage is taking care of the cats, who don't seem to mind the mess.

I just wish I had someone. The house is pretty quiet. Sometimes I put the TV on to avoid how quiet it is. I miss talking to my dad, about literally anything. The weather, what my cats were up to, about my dad's new girlfriend of the week, literally anything. I miss how funny he was. I remember when I was in secondary school how him and I would watch TV every Friday night and eat Mac n cheese from the box.

May 1st

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I think I'm in love with y/n?? Is that a thing you can do? I had a dream we went on a date to a coffee shop and then we went home and made dinner and I kept making them laugh and smile and when I woke up I just burst out sobbing. I literally couldn't calm down for who knows how long.

But I want something like that! I want it so badly! I want to make them dinner while they talk with me! I want to cozy up to them on the couch while watching a movie! I want to hear them breathe next to me at night!

So I might've done something maybe unethical. I located their IP Address. Which isn't bad since I already know their physical address and their safe with me and it's not like it's illegal to find it!

May 10th

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So I did something stupid. I did something really fucking stupid I hacked into their email. All it took was a phishing scheme and bam, I was in. And Lord knows how everything is connected to emails nowadays. I'm a criminal now. I've been reading their emails for like, three hours. I mean… the government can like totally see your emails so it's not that big of a deal?? Right???

Oh my God I'm a criminal now!

But I'm learning so much!

May 18th

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The time has come. Queenies kittens have all found new homes, I can't have all these cats in the house. But I kept my favorite kitten; Cali, the little calico. Short of Hotel California, My dad's favorite song.

Cali is a menace against society. He's chewn through wires, eaten pillows, and I've had to take him to the vet twice for eating batteries. I don't think another family can handle him.

I like to think he gets this from Dandelion, who despite being well over ten years old still chews on wooden furniture.

June 19th

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I've been trying to find a way to say this that doesn't sound bad. But like, I literally can't? So I'll just say it.

I broke into y/n’s phone.

I'm not doing anything bad! I just want to see what they're up to! I won't use this to hurt them so it isn't bad, is it?

I've been watching them play candy crush for 45 minutes. They're bad at candy crush but something about that is so cute! I've downloaded candy crush. Maybe I can play the same levels at the same time as them…?

I've also been eating meals with them. They watch stuff on their phone as they eat and I've started eating at a regular schedule again. But their diet sucks so much?? Why the fuck are they eating gas station sushi so often? I'm scared they'll get worms!!

July 1st

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What if my cats tell me neighbor I got high???

July 2nd

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So um, I tried edibles for the first time yesterday. You'll never guess how it went.

Anyways, high me decided that cleaning the entire house was their sole mission. Thank you, high me.

July 19th

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I finally gathered the courage to go into my old room.

I only had the attic room because everyone had their own rooms and I was sick of sharing with Sherry. So, my dad fixed up the attic and gave that room to me for my 10th birthday. When everyone left, I took over Sherry's old room. Mom only left the mattress and headboard, so it didn't feel like Sherry's anymore. All that's left is the thumbtacks from her old posters.

Anyway, my old room is just how I left it. Dusty, but the same. I even found Howie, my old plushie! I took all of Howie's stuffing out and it's in the wash right now, but they still have the old lavender satchet I put in them. I don't know what to replace it with, to be honest.

[queencherryberry]

All I’ll say about this chapter is chapter 5 will be a continuation of this.

Gif made by @toe-bro

Warnings: dom!reader, sub!cody, breeding kink, marking kink, mentions of a different character being pregnant, dick sucking, plan b mentions

Chapter 4 of Brothers Best Friend

Cody went to the store while you stayed home and slept. He browsed through the isles looking for the condoms and plan b. Suddenly he spotted someone familiar. Your brother. Randy was in the same isle Cody was looking for. Cody swallowed harshly and quickly thought of a cover story. He pulled out his phone to make it believable. He quietly walked up next to Randy and cautiously grabbed the plan b and began looking for the type of condoms he usually uses. “Rhodes, What, and I can’t stress this enough, the fuck are you doing here?” Randy nearly screamed seeing Cody out of the corner of his eye. Randy nearly dropped the pregnancy test he was reading. “Tinder date. I told your sister I’d be gone for a couple of hours. Some new college freshmen overheard where to get her back blown out so someone gave her my number.” Cody hoped Randy would believe his lie. Randy sighed and looked around. “Bet it’s just some whore who wants her guts rearranged and is going to dip faster than you can or she’ll get emotionally attached and won’t leave you alone or worse…she’ll force you to knock her up…” Randy said in a snarky tone. He said it almost as if he was talking about himself. “What? Kim is pregnant or something?” Cody joked.

“I’m not sure…she went to give me head and started throwing up everywhere. She’s never done that. And she swears up and down that she’s on the pill. I swear to god if she’s been lying. God I’d be so pissed if y/n pulled a stunt like Kim did. Hell I’d chop off that damn Samoan kids balls if he even dared to pull some shit like that to her.” He paused. “I’d be even more pissed if he just dumped a load into her and dipped. Fucking dudes not worth shit to her. He treats her like shit and constantly cheats on her. She’s just too blind to see it.” Randy snarked. Cody gulped at Randy’s words. “Right…um it was nice talking but I can’t make my date wait any longer than she already is. Bye Randy.” Cody quickly ran off to check out and head back home. He thought for sure he’d be a dead man if Randy learned what he and you did.

Once home he went back up his room where he found you sleeping. He set the stuff in his bedside drawer and covered you with your blanket. He laid down and pulled you close. He kissed the back of your head and then went to sleep himself.

In the morning you woke to sound of your alarm going off at 7:30 am. You hit snooze. Not even two minutes later you were woken by the smell of breakfast. You got up and shuffled towards the smell. You stopped at the kitchen island where your plate was already waiting. Cody handed you a cup of coffee to drink with your food. He looked like he had been up for a while. He was in his gym clothes and you couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like lifting weights. Maybe he went for a run? “Eat up princess, we still have to swing by your place so you can grab your books and stuff.” He said drinking his own coffee. “Also, despite that I’ve known your brother for years, he scares me. I ran into him at the store last night…” He started. “He may or may not have gotten Kim knocked up. I saw him buying her a pregnancy test kit. I said I was there buying for a tinder date. He then started rambling about how he was going to castrate Jey if Jey ever knocked you up. He then said he’d take Jey’s balls and shove them down his throat if Jey ever just dumped into you and dipped. Frankly, your brother is not one to fucked with. How you manage to stand toe to toe with him in a screaming match is actually pretty hot.” He basically rambled on. He paused to take a drink of his coffee avoiding eye contact with you after admitting that last part.

“Hey, momma may have raised a bitch, but she didn’t raise a bitch. Sometimes I scream at Randal to assert dominance before he puts me in a headlock.” You retorted. You finished eating and drinking your coffee. You looked over at Cody and noticed his face a light shade of red. “You good? Your face is a little red?” You asked him. Cody snapped from his thoughts and nodded. “Yeah…uh…I-is this coffee too hot or something?” He tried looking her in the face without picturing her naked. He tried subtly pushing his raging boner down in his shorts. It was too early in the morning to be this horny. As she talked to him his boner got worse and he started losing focus. “Hey, Codes, are you sure you’re okay? Your face is completely red?” You asked getting up to put your cup and plate in the sink. You walked over to him to give him a hug but he stopped you from coming any closer. He kept his back to you so you wouldn’t see his boner. Although he wished you could help him relieve it before you went to school. You fought to hug him anyway. You were just being playful by being handsy until you realized his situation was real. “Oh? Oh? Oh! What’s got you so riled up this morning? That looks painful and like you need help.” You said into his ear reaching up on your tippy toes. One of your hands made their way into his shorts and stroked him slowly. He moaned at your touch. He hoped this was just his mind wandering off but he also hoped it was real. Mentally he has his fingers crossed that you’d get on your knees and blow him.

So now you found yourself on your knees in the kitchen helping Cody with his problem. The sounds he made each time you ran your tongue up his shaft made you smile. You attacked his head with your tongue skillfully and gave it a couple bobs before going back to deep throating him. Your nails dug into his thighs and his head started spinning. He grabbed a fistful of hair and started fucking your mouth. You gagged at first but eventually you took his whole length in your mouth. You liked the way he was grabbing your hair and moaned on his dick. He picked up his pace and pulled your hair more. Cody about came right then and there as you massaged his balls. Cody let out the most pathetic whimper you have ever heard and it made you wet. You saw your opportunity and took it. You grabbed his hands from your hair and slowly pulled your mouth off his dick. A trail of precum and spit hung from his head to your bottom lip. You gave it one last lick before standing up. Cody was a panting mess as he looked at you confused and then understood where this was headed. She grabbed his wrist and practically dragged him to the bedroom.

Once there you pushed him onto the bed and started to strip. He stripped as well. You grabbed his face and started kissing him furiously. He moaned under your touch and wrapped his arms around your back and waist practically pulling you on top. “1. I’m skipping school today. 2. Who said you can touch me? Last I checked I’m the one in control today. If I would’ve known that you can make sounds like that, I would’ve left jey a long time ago.” You said after pulling back from the kiss. You grabbed his face with one hand and stared into his eyes. She shoved him back into the mattress. “Go grab your handcuffs and put on a condom. And if you’re a good boy, later, I just might let you do it raw again.” You commanded and ended with a treat. Cody got up and did as he was told. By now his dick was throbbing harshly wanting to be emptied. He gave you his cuffs and opened the box he bought last night. He laid on his back for you to do whatever to him. You cuffed his hands above his head to the headboard where he had yours yesterday. You sat back and smiled. You then sank down onto his dick and began riding him. To make him squirm you spelled his name with your hips. Cody threw his head back into his pillows, moaning. With each bouncing motion you made he let out a corresponding sound of pleasure. You wrapped a hand around his throat and started whispering all the dirty things you were going to do to him. As a reaction he bucked his hips up into you hitting your cervix. You moaned in response. You started riding him faster. You bent down and bit his neck leaving a huge hickey. You moved over to the other side of his neck and bit down on his neck tattoo. He groaned with his eyes nearly rolling back. Your pace got harsh and you could feel both your orgasms getting closer. You quickly pulled off him only to sink back down in reverse cowgirl and began picking your pace back up. You were moaning too cause Cody was hitting your g spot at this angle every time you rocked back and forth. You came first and hard. Your walls clenched around his dick and your back arched. Cody made the most pathetic sound you heard as he came hard hitting his orgasm. His legs went straight and then his toes curled as he saw white and stars. He just hoped the condom didn’t break with the force of his orgasm.

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[pushycrocodile]

We listen and we don't judge

Looking to mend their relationship with Jack, the EVPs come up with a great idea to bond while in Japan...

Jack stares down at his phone while a picture of Matthew Jackson stares right back at him. His stomach churns as the phone rings. He tells himself it was the sketchy octopus Darby made him try earlier, but... He hasn't made up his mind by the time the ringing stops. He is, admittedly, relieved but it is short lived. The damn thing starts trilling again, this time Nicholas's face appearing.

Jack groans. "Yeah?"

"Hey! Jacky boy! Jack Jack! Our man!" Nicholas's fake enthusiasm makes Jack's stomach flip. Just the octopus, right? Right...

"Hey, how come you didn't answer when I called?" Matthew yells, clearly listening in the background.

"Were the two calls back to back really necessary? What if I was busy?" Jack says and the frustration leaks into his voice.

Nicholas pauses. "Oh...um... weelllllllll you answered anyways so you couldn't have been that busy. Anyways! We could tell that things were a little..."

"Tense." Matthew supplies faintly.

"Yes! Just a little tension when we met up earlier, y'know after we saved you--" "--You're welcome, by the way!"

Jack rolls his eyes. If he has to talk to the peanut gallery for one more minute, he's going to lose his fucking mind.

"Yes! You're welcome, but that's neither here nor there. We've come up with the most BRILLIANT idea for The Elite to bond while we're here. There's this trend that's been going viral all. over. social media. It's called 'We listen and we don't judge.' Have you heard of it? I'm sure you have, you don't live under a rock anymore like you used to before you became part of The Elite." Nicholas continues.

Jack backtracks to the beginning of the call, trying to count the total number of words he's said. Couldn't have been more than 10. He wonders how long it would take for them to notice if he hung up right now.

"--a GREAT IDEA for us to bond! Just us three, the three amigos. We wouldn't put it online or anything, God no, but it might be a good idea to help clear the air and get to know each other more without judgment. Not that we ever judge, of course, that would be unprofessional, but that's neither here nor there. What do you say Jack, you in??" Nicholas finally takes a breath.

Jack desperately tries to think of an excuse to actually never bond with the Jacksons, but comes up short. "Uhh...I--"

"Perfect! So glad you're on board. Always knew we could count on you, Jacky. We can meet in the lobby of your hotel in, say, 30 mins?" Matthew must have taken the phone, he sounds a lot closer now.

"Um--Wait, how do you know what hotel I'm in??"

"Oh. That's not important. What IS important is getting The Elite back on track and at the top of the world where we belong! We'll see you in 30, don't be late!" Matthew hangs up.

Jack watches his phone screen go black. "Can't make it, I'm going to have food poisoning in half an hour..." He mutters. He flops down face first on the bed with an OOMPH. It's not nearly as satisfying as it looks in the movies.

The bathroom door opens, slamming against the wall. There's a muttered "Fucking hell, weird ass doors." Darby emerges, disgruntled from his fight with the door--

It sticks. Jack told him he had to be careful with it, but it's not his fucking fault everything is so damn light weight here. Darby is built for shitty backflips and destruction, not delicate entrances.

--leaving a trail of water as he goes. He pauses at the edge of the bed and pokes through the mess of curls to find Jack's scalp. "Hey you. What happened to you? I leave you alone for 10 minutes..."

Jack lifts his head, ready to tell Darby about the hell that awaits him, but quickly hides his face again as Darby shakes like a damn dog. Water droplets fly everywhere, though Jack thinks he caught most of the spray.

"DUDE you know they have TOWELS here right??"

Darby shrugs and climbs onto Jack's back, doing a very convincing impression of a starfish. "Why waste a towel when I can just snuggle up to you??" All he gets is a sigh and a mumbled "You're literally the worst." Darby wiggles until he's satisfied with his front and rolls off Jack, letting the comforter dry off his back.

"Ugh, now I have to change and the bed is going to be all wet. You're absolutely feral..."

Darby winks with a smirk, "You like me feral, baby."

Jack smiles in spite of himself and rolls his eyes. "Nope, don't even start, we have to be in the lobby in 15 minutes."

"What's in the lobby?"

"Hell, hosted by our beloved EVPs. And if I'm going, you're coming with me."

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When the elevator door opens, Matthew and Nicholas put on their award winning smiles to greet Jack. Arms outstretched for a hug, they approach but pause when they see he's not alone.

"Oh. My. God. WHAT are YOU doing here???" Matthew whisper-screams.

"What do you mean? You told me to be in the lobby, so here I am. Now where's that hug???" Jack puts on his sugar sweet smile and revels in the EVP Discomfort Special. He gives both of them the most awkward three-way hug as they continue to stare daggers into Darby.

Nicholas is the first to regain composure. "Right, aha, we appreciate your cooperation. But uh, Mr. Allin, what are you doing here??"

"Jack said you guys were playing a judgment game and oooooh boy I cannot WAIT to judge you. Super stoked really."

"No, it's we listen--it's about NOT judging! The point is---" Matthew takes a breath, straightens his shirt. "Darby what are you doing in Japan??"

Darby slings his arm around Jack's waist, fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt. He makes direct eye contact with Matthew and says, "Well it's sure a lot easier to stick my tongue down his throat when we're not separated by an entire fucking ocean. Isn't that right, babe?"

Jack chokes, face red immediately. "I mean--"

"NOPE. NOPE, ABSOLUTELY NOT. I wish I never HEARD that. I don't EVER want details. EVER. Disgusting. Jack, I expected better of you. Oh god I'm going to gag--We'll have someone send you the MOUNTAIN of paperwork you just earned yourselves. Nicholas, we're leaving. NOW."

Jack gives up on covering his laugh while they watch their EVPs EV-Storm out of the lobby. Darby thinks if Matthew were a bird, he'd be one of the ones where his little head feathers would be standing straight up. Probably wouldn't even be one of the pretty birds honestly.

Jack cocks his head a little. "Do you ever think of them as birds? One of those parrots with the big mohawk crest thing? Always have their feathers ruffled. Always thought parrots were kinda overrated, and it tracks."

Darby just turns and stares at him. Jack opens his mouth to defend himself, and Darby doesn't need any further invitation. He already said he was there to stick his tongue down Jack's throat so...

[holllandtrash]

I really have a thing for secret relationships for some reason, so maybe Lewis’s relationship with some pop star or famous actress being outed?

Okay back on my blurb bullshit before i call it a night

this is on par with tonight's met gala butttt you're an actress, you've been dating lewis for almost a year now but you've been keeping busy and working on projects, HOWEVER you're in new york, you're attending the met gala and god damn do you look fucking good

now, you've def been seen at some races before and fans have speculated that you're dating a driver but you and lewis are so private that there's no trace of you two being together anywhere

so anyway you show up the met gala dressed to the fucking nines and who do you run into but danny fucking ricciardo and you know him, of course you know him. the drivers know you're dating lewis its not a secret from them, and there are so many celebs at the met gala its not weird that you would run into a lot that you know (danny being one of them)

so you don't think anything of it when you go up to him and give him a hug and catch up quickly on the carpet and some paparazzi's are like 'y/n!!! danny!! over here! smile!!' and what are you gonna do? say no?? danny's a friend, he's your boyfriends friend too so you pose together

and your first thought is oh god twitter is going to have a field day with these photos. everyone is going to assume you're dating.

and there's been rumours of you dating costars before but as you're smile you're already thinking of ways to put the danny rumours to rest that haven't even started yet, that's where your mind is, you're thinking ahead. you're not in the present.

which means your reaction time wasn't fast enough to stop daniel when he opened his mouth to ask "where's lewis tonight?"

he sees your face, the brief moment of panic and daniel knows he slipped up, he knows he shouldn't have asked that. you obviously don't answer that question because there's about 30 cameras on you, some with mic's and some that undoubtedly picked up on him asking you where the 8 7 time world champion lewis hamilton is.

so you just smile and step away from daniel. the best solution is to just say nothing. daniel nods, fixes his tie and you both go your separate ways.

but oh man does the internet work fast

it's not even two minutes later when your assistant, bless her soul, approaches you hesitantly and whispers in your ear that the specific clip of daniel asking where lewis is is now spreading like wildfire on twitter. and you ask if it's obvious what he's saying and sadly, it is. the audio isn't the best but there's no denying that lewis' name came out of daniel's mouth

this was not how you wanted to go public. in fact, you and lewis never really discussed how it would happen, but daniel ricciardo not thinking before he spoke was certainly never part of the plan.

of course you're panicking, you don't know how lewis is going to react, if he's been told what's going on. he is in miami, it's not like he's somewhere across the world already asleep, there's a chance he too has already seen the clip

when your assistant finds you again before she leaves you for the dinner portion of the evening, she doesn't look stressed, even though you feel stressed.

"what?" you ask, pulling her aside. "have you talked to lewis? is he mad at danny?"

she just shakes her head and opens up instagram. it takes way too long for the content to load but doesn't that always seem to happen in these dire moments where you feel disgustingly sick and have no patience?

finally, she opens up lewis' instagram stories. and right there, the only image he's shared today is one of you taken only minutes ago as you posed on the carpet alone, with what he would say an angelic smile and a devilish stare that could do more harm than good.

and it was impossible to miss the two heart emoji's he added

he heard seen the clip after all and decided to run with it. no sense in hiding the relationship anymore. if anything, lewis was probably thanking his lucky stars that daniel said something because he's been waiting for the perfect opportunity to show you off

the next time someone brings up lewis tonight, you don't shy away from answering

[iguessitsjustme]

Love Sea Episode 2 Thoughts

Okay. I just got home. Saw a strange little movie but it was soooo good. It needs to win awards for the sound mixing because it was brilliant. But I digress. Now I’m gonna go from a movie that made me shed 3 whole tears (impressive if you know me) to Love Sea. But I was promised that this week is at least…fine. Anyway, as always, liveblog under the cut:

Why was I logged out of IQIYI? Very confused why it wasn’t working but figured it out. I’m too tired for this honestly.

Okay just had a fight IQIYI for sound. Anyway, I’m gonna need a nap immediately after watching this.

Note to self: never go from a movie with quite literally some of the best sound mixing I’ve ever heard to BL. Especially MAME. Just don’t do it. It’s not fair to the show. That said, this is hurting my ears.

I was distracted by the god awful audio and wasn’t paying attention. I beg your pardon hWAT

We went from some extremes here. Didn’t you just think he was drowning and you were mad at him for that? Rightfully so? Horny boys….

The way I would not eat that clam. Mostly because my body has informed me that legally I cannot but also because I would be so pissed at having someone’s hand in front of my face.

Save Mook. Save her. Was Vie just…staring out her peephole for 30 minutes watching her? Like some sort of creep? Girl why? I hate how hot you are. Be a better person.

Is this…consensual? In a MAME show? Am I dreaming?

But also boys. Boys. The sand. Boys the sand. At least lay down a towel first or something.

He’s gonna write about this isn’t he?

Brings new meaning to post nut clarity. Cured his writer’s block…for now.

Can you hear my laughter at Mut being so confused why Rak is now writing? “Am I losing my touch?” As much as I would love you to have your ego bruised, I think you actually rocked his world so hard you helped him in more ways than one. Alas. It’s always the characters I hate that the show makes good in bed.

Oh look at all of Rak’s works. Look at our successful boy.

Save Mook. Kill Vie. What’s wrong with her? Just say you want to spend time with her. Don’t disparage yourself and make her your own personal slave I hate you.

I have now seen more ass than I wished to see today. Thank you Love Sea but also no thank you. Also jerkin it in the shower. Will Rak join him? Only time will tell! he did

I have seen…so much...tongue…in just one episode.

Honestly it’s a damn shame the sound mixing is so bad. I’m not actually hating this episode. Strange. But I need it to stop assaulting my ears.

BL boys stop opening condoms with their mouth challenge 2k24.

BAHASDHGKSJHDGKJHSDG give the translators a raise actually

Vie keep your lips to yourself. That was…gross. A reward would have been not making Mook do all of that work. Not…that. I hate it here. Imagine if the GL didn’t suck. Imagine that.

Why is Mook excited by that? Girl. You need friends. Friends would help you get a backbone. And also tell you what just happened is not okay.

Helmets? HELMETS? In my BL? I can’t believe my eyes.

I will keep my thoughts about the scene in which Rak talks about being a writer to myself. My thoughts are between me and god. And also anyone who asks. But you gotta ask for em.

Now IQIYI. I can’t read that. I have many skills but reading Thai is not one of them.

Did that man just jump into the water…on his own…specifically after having a problem with Mut doing that? I get it’s a different situation but my guy. MY GUY. There is no water safety in the show and I’m gonna lose my mind.

And this is why you don’t DIVE ALONE. I am losing it. Absolutely losing it.

Sure wish I knew what those texts said right about now.

I did not hate this episode. I did not hate them. I am…confused. Baffled even. I do think perhaps one scene in particular was a bit…no. I shan’t say. But just know that I am correct in my thoughts. I might actually be kind of looking forward to the next episode. Hopefully it doesn’t assault my ears dear god.

[rametarin]

Frustrating amounts of woman

Mom's back from the hospital, and I can tell she's feeling better. Because like a spiteful, fat kid that takes one of your candybars without asking, licks all over it, takes a bite and then throws it over her shoulder so you can't have it even if she's full, she'll make sure she's taken bites out of it and prevented you from having the rest.

First she wants my attention. I affirm the call somehow ("Yes?")

She waits 4-5 seconds. Then she takes 10-30 seconds to say something pointless as if to start a conversation about something so pointless as to be worthless. Which is clearly an attempt to start a nothing discussion.

I refuse to comment and just let the moment slip passed.

5-10 seconds later, she produces another pointed thought about nothing, relating to it or another topic. Or just an outburst of ego she wants witnessed and affirmed. Which I, again, try not to validate.

And she just keeps doing this. Biting hold of one out of every 5 minutes all god damned day and refusing to leave me alone. Interjecting some important stuff just to grab my attention and try to maintain it, refusing to leave me alone and let it go.

Someone that absolutely feels entitled to every waking moment of your life and isn't afraid to torture you by starting an actual conversation that means something when you're NOT paying attention and then performing outrage about you never listening when she has something important to say, then proceeding to POLLUTE your life with hours of pointless drivel, just to dominate your attention and eat all your time.

This is one power women have that men do not. Not because we can't be as antagonistic, but it's socially unacceptable and recognized a abuse when we behave this way. It's somehow miraculously intolerable and mean spirited when a man does this, and called out for exactly what it is, but it's ONLY regarded as a problem or an abusive tactic when it's a man that does it. Women can be as emotionally and verbally abusive under the pretense of "just speaking :^)" as they want.

And it isn't because she has anything she wants to really talk about. It's not about the content, it's about forcing someone to give her attention and validation. For HOURS at a time. It never fucking stops. And she doesn't respect it, even when you ask her to stop, tell her to stop, try to tell her she's being a completely selfish piece of shit.

She just goes, "I own the house. You don't like it, move out." And proceeds to inform me if I have a job, she deserves 90-99% of my income. Thus even trying to work on moving out long term does nothing but give her more power over my life, and my circumstances.

I want you to imagine how long it would take to move out of your mom's house only being able to take home $0.75 of every $15.00 you make. And that's assuming she doesn't miraculously throw herself off a financial cliff and seize the rest of your savings when you've amassed a few hundred dollars. As she miraculously does, any time I have any to throw around.

She's very willing to be generous to other people financially when she thinks she has me by the balls and I have any savings to be extracted. Putting herself into a financial crisis and then coming for my money. To the point even trying to make money while here is a liability.

So there's no just packing up and leaving, so there's no threatening to pack up and leave. There's nowhere to fucking go. There's no way to escape. There's only enduring this horse shit.

I am so fucking tired of enduring her antagonism. I do nothing but endure. I'm sick of enduring. To the point where I can't wait until her own failing body finally fucking lets go.

One less threat to leave me homeless, one less person plotting to turn every minute of my life into her personal plaything somehow, for no other reason than to hoard it and prevent ME from doing anything with it.

She has a conversational and relation style where she deliberately raises her voice and makes clear she is not even comprehending what you're saying as she tramples over what you're saying, and the only way to fight that is to raise your voice over hers. She pre-meditates this, and if you adjust your voice to match, she breaks the contest and yells bout how you shouldn't interrupt/raise YOUR voice.

I don't know if she learned this out of a book decades ago or if she's just naturally like this, but I'm inclined to think she's just cold blooded this way.

[tuliptiger]

Not to make anyone sad again BUT.

How can you say she's a bad big sister man she forever always did what she thought she could to keep Powder and, after accepting Jinx, Jinx safe.

The horror on both Caitlyn! And Vis faces after hearing Jinx's blood curdling scream for Isha. Isha saved Jinx, Jinx wanted to save her little adopted sister and Vi just wanted to save her little sister. And this is with an active injury on Vi's part. You can clearly see how awful and horrified and RIPPED apart she is to have to pull Jinx away. To say, I'm sorry I can't let you die with her I still need you.

And after Vi saves Jinx? I think we were absolutely robbed by having not been shown it and only told about it. Jinx somehow focuses herself after losing everything in ANOTHER explosion, AGAIN, and manages to only care about getting Vi out to safety. And then just. Gives up.

I'm sorry your Honor but they were sisters and they always loved each other forever and always and the world straight up said absolutely not. You do not get to be happy you do not get to love each other and you do not get to have any of that especially if you're both alive for some reason. And they tried their fucking hardest to fight that anyway 😭 and where we leave off at the end of the SERIES, but not their stories by a long shot I hope, is heart breaking and sad as hell.

I hope they heal, I hope they find peace, and I hope they find each other again in less chaotic times so they actually just sit next to each other. And hug it out and talk like fuck man

[dexaroth]

tagged by @blyszczopies to answer questions and tag mutuals id like to get to know better :3 tag list is at the bottom!

⭐ Favorite color:

i honestly have had some 'color opinions' sloshing through my head for a while.. its complicated but you can rarely go wrong with these ones 👆 these are the ones I like the most! specially when combined together!

for favorites.. it depends a lot on how you use the colors and if they're alone or accompanied! some things look bad if they're just completely sky blue and such..

(putting this under a read more bc its a Very long post)

for the purposes of having an ultimate favorite color.. man i honestly don't know. it's a completely even match between purple and blue, though only the non-100% saturated shades of blue bc true blue is quite unbearable. I think the ultimate champion in questions of how many things can work with it would be blue. sometimes too much purple can be unbearable, but too much blue not so much

red Can be beautiful in many cases, but orange is simply superior between pure yellow and pure red. pure yellow specifically is literally unbearable for me. i hate it so much. for me to like a yellow it HAS to be going towards orange or its nothin'. lime green is super beautiful but pure green is also too much, and so is cyan. though the specific range of teal/green-blue can be nice, but it does not come close to lime green, instead it accents it quite nicely.

we don't talk about pink. or magenta. or any of its hideous nicknames. perish the thought!

⭐ Last song played: erm. well. you see, most of the music i have downloaded came from youtube. and quite a bit of them from compilations of songs all in one usually 30+ minute video..

the one currently playing is by Lauren Bousfield. i've tried searching for the - actually paragraph cancelled. i thought it was one of the comps by the pavor nocturnus1 channel but it turned out to be from some random other channel. i was having trouble identifying which song it was because it's a single audio file but it turns out the song currently in that queue to be playing is the song Cascading Retail Spaces!

i've had this album compilation downloaded since.. 2017! damn! and other albums of hers too. I don't know anything else about her though, but her music slaps :3

⭐ Currently reading: ah.. i dont read at all sorry 😭 does looking at the drawings from the morpho books series grant me any pity points perchance..

⭐Currently craving: WAFFLES!!!! GOD PLEASE!! and cookies..

^my cookie pile in project zomboid. can you tell?? (no waffles bc they're randomly found and not able to be baked like cookies..)

⭐Coffee or tea: neither soz.. i did try to enjoy coffee like 10 years ago but its just meh. tea as well, very boring. not counting the fact i have to load these suckers with sugar for them to even be worth drinking >.> but i suppose i'd choose tea over coffee simply due to variety and that some are naturally sweet :J

tagging: @moodycarcass @oxu @crazysodomite (maybe even u again timo if u wanna awnser my curious inquiries below.. muahaha)

additionally might i add my own questions... for funsies :33

favorite stone pattern:

favorite time of day:

favorite cloud pattern:

actually hm its quite hard to come up with somewhat potentially universal interesting questions. fuck. erm

FAVORITE ANIMAL!!! this question never disappoints. additionally favorite family of animals maybe?..

also from the makers of the best question ever above.. what's the silliest/weirdest animal off the top of your head?

last dumb mistake in a game?

last triumph in a game? (life cant all be losses afterall..!)

favorite clothing pattern?

worst + best texture(s) to feel?

and finally.. name one cool thing that happened this week. no matter how small. it is your duty now! commence!

actually i suppose it'd be weird to not awnser my own questions.. well here goes:

i like the one stone pattern that's a bunch of thin slabs slotted together. the ref image i have says its name is cliffstone/bluff stone! i also like the 'bavarian castle' one!

time of day: DUSK!!! MY LOVELY DUSK!!! though dawn is veeery nice as well. i used to be fonder of the night but dusk is just sooo niceys. dawn loses points for giving way to the boring middays though. but every time of day has its charm

cloud pattern; i actually dont know their names besides cummulonimbus..? lemme search..

according to this chart ive found on ddg. nimbus! i love gray skies and i love rain and i love fog. stratus and scuds are also nice

fav animal: erm.. got myself in my own question! i dont think i have a true favorite? i suppose ill go with jerboas.. as for the family. rodents of course. im the rodent mutual how could i not choose rodents! blasphemy!

silliest animal: off the top of my head? its a worm-like animal with a goofy face.. i thought it was legless lizards but that's not quite it.. i dont remember the name 😞

though there is a guy that's named worm lizard apparently.. oh such a foofy goofus

last dumb mistake in a game: most recently i was trying to go back to my base in a car in project zomboid and ran straight into a insane zombie crowd. the car got stuck in the grass bc it was loaded to the brim and i tried to move it backwards and let zombies approach me with the hope i'd run away from them on time, but it was not moving and then i panicked and stepped outside the car near a zombie with the sprint key enabled, bumped into the zombie, fell on the ground and by the time the get up animation started the zombie was already eating my guy. i was so mad

last triumph in a game: not much of a triumph but i got to fitness and stregth to lvl 6 in pz which are grindy time consuming skills to lup. but i have a base and crops and my coogieeees

favorite clothing pattern: i also dont know!! id say checkers that arent too busy or its derivatives. but also star/celestial patterns of course

^ from my fashion inspo folder

worst + best texture(s) to feel: i hate silk and those ones that are like a million little hairs that i dont know the name in english. best i suppose would be plush/cotton? i dont know their names either lol

and finally.. name one cool thing that happened this week: hmm. i suppose the nice sky i saw earlier today? though also one my af attacks has gotten a lot more notes than i expected. which is epic 💪🐁

[nathscalet]

Fifth Chapter - You Fucked up

I wrote this in a live comedy way, the part in bold, its him narrating to you.

Whinderson on (He´s a brazilian comedian) "Yall have no idea what I went through, guys... No, no, this story was epic. I lived through a cliché romance film and an apocalypse at the same time. I felt death whispering in my ear today you pass."

Follow with me, I was here having fun, until I decided to take a vacation on a paradisiacal island, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Crystal clear water, good food, parties and joy everywhere, it was beautiful, even the sun was happy. So, as I was having my beer in a bar there, nothing was wrong until an emperor of the sea came in.

"What? Yes, yall heard me, and it was the red-haired one. 😳. My ass locked with such a force that hurted me, not even Wi-Fi could pass through. But they were acquaintances of the bar owner, and they came to see his daughter, they were super nice people. So I went back to drinking in peace while eating a meat skewer.

"It took about 30 minutes and marines entered the bar." - Tsk, cross your arms.

-And it wasn't just anyone, you know who was in the same bar as me, a mere mortal, a navy admiral, dude, and the vice admiral who wasn't just anyone either, WAS THE HERO OF THE NAVY. MY HEART STOPPED, I LOOKED FROM ONE SIDE AND LOOKED FROM THE OTHER, SEEING WHO ATTACKED FIRST, WHO KILLED WHO. You felt the tension cut you like a papercut. !

Then the redhead looked at the sailors in surprise.

-Oyaaa oyaaaa who do we have here, what does someone like you He does it in these parts, hey redhead.- The admiral spoke in such a readable way that I thought that goat was from Bahia -Admiral Borsalino, Vice Admiral Garp. What do you want?-The bartender asked in a voice so hoarse and powerful that I felt my body tremble just from the power of that voice. And the owner of the bar, Ragnar, you say that name and your tongue trembles with desire. -Now Ragnar-kun, I came here to see my beautiful y/n.-The one with the yellow term said happily -What a coincidence, we also came to see her.-The redhead said looking and drinking at the two

-UUUUUUHHHH!!! Boy, the greatest forces in the world were in that bar going to see the same woman. At the time I thought she was hitting them or winding them up. All I wanted was to get out of there alive, but I didn't want to miss something unprecedented like that. The gossiper's soul is not God's thing, there's a little devil on your shoulder whispering very softly, judging people and eating popcorn.

-She haven´t arrive yet as you can see, I'm serving the drinks alone.-Swallowing and sigh

-Macho, I'm not gay, but that man had a virility that I showed. Yes, God made that man inspired, the way he inhaled the cigarette was in a brutal and seductive way.

-Where is the mini dragon?- The vice admiral spoke for the first time in the bar

When I heard Dragon, I thought, that's it, soon he's going to take a damn thing out of his jacket.

-I don't know, I'm not responsible for her life. When she feels like it, she comes to the Bar. Feel free to wait for her or look for her.

Mann, who was that guy, what moral did he have when talking to the NAVY ADMIRALLl, that man was about 5 meters tall for me. And the vice admiral looked like a mountain, his arm was bigger than my head. I forgot to breathe, afraid of disrupting the discussion.

-Wait for her with a bunch of pirates?HaHahAHAHAha- The vice admiral began to laugh mockingly

- Is there a problem with us? - Shanks made a fool of himself

Mate don't provoke, for God's sake.-At that point my legs were like those of a goat with Parkinson's, i was silently praying none of them acted upon their brawl

-Yes, I do...But I think they have already returned my grudge against you.

Did they return it?-Hand on heart

-Did we return it?-Shanks also asked, surprised.

-WITH YOUR HUMILIATING DEFEAT FOR A CHILD WAHAHAHAH. -garp threw his head back because he was laughing so much

...The pirates wanted to laugh too, because it was really humiliating, with alcohol, with brute force you made him a bitch, and now he's your little bitch. But it was their captain who was laughing.

-Dahdahdahdah.-The captain's own laugh takes them out of concentration, and makes them laugh too.

-Indeed, captain, you lost to a little girl, hiejekekw.- The pirates started banging their hands on the table trying to stop laughing

The sailors and I were in shock about this development.

-She should be the captain now!BUAHAAJAAAJ!!Sō sō!!

-OI OI, who do you think you're going to become a pirate huh?-Garp san asked with a sneer and an irritated face

-Y/n chaan is quite popular by the looks of it, and still has contact with so many dangerous pirates.~ I ask what should we do?...Ne Ragnar san, what do you think?~

-That you should shut up and drink before the drink gets hot.-He said, placing the bottles firmly on the table.-If you want to fight, that's not my problem, but if you break something from the bar, I'll break your teeth, you kids. resolve anything at sea.

-Ma ma Ragnar, we weren't going to fight, we don't want fights, we read the warnings.

Warnings?Yes, yes. Welcome to Grace, neutral territory. Anyone looking for trouble will have serious problems ☠️. Fights in the bar are prohibited.

-There were several warnings like that around the island, and it was full of pirates and tourists, and I hadn't seen any fights or robberies. The pirates understood that this was a warning, a very serious one. For an island without government protection to maintain itself well independently of others, it was because it was not a simple island.

- So, how will it be? - Ragnar said looking at the group

-We're not going to cause any problems, right? -HAII! -Like a bunch of children they responded -... -Bleh I refuse to stay in a place with a bunch of disgusting pirates, I'm leaving.-Garp who didn't like shanks and pirates one bit removed him from the place and dragging the yellow one there -Are we disgusting? -Lucky Roo asked -But we always take a shower on Saturday. -Do we stink?-Yassop asked . I was wondering where this woman was and who she was. Why this being had already ended her life. Just kidding.

But you ask me, is the story over? No. I wasn't satisfied so I waited at the bar for this woman to appear. I needed it, we can't let something so hairy remain incomplete.

The sailors returned to the bar asking for this y/n, they searched the entire island and there was no sign of life.

-I thought did she give me the legs to want you when she saw the mess that was going to lead to? I found it suspicious

-So she's not on the island.- Ragna said

-...

-YOU COULD HAVE SAID THAT BEFORE!!

Just as we were about to enter into a world war inside the bar, another handsome guy, who worked at the brand, appears.

-Good afternoon, humans. Oh, am I disturbing something?

-Can´t you fucking s--

-Well, it doesn't matter.

-I'm looking for a woman named Y/N. Tell her that Lucifer Morningstar is here to see her.

-Lucifer? like the one from hell?

- Exactly. Now be a good boy and call her, will you?

- :0

- Who are you?

- Are you deaf? I am Lucifer Morningstar.

- And where do you know her from?

- What is this an interrogation? Because if so, I expected a more attractive officer.

- Hey-

- I would like to know who my assistant hangs out with

- Your assistant? Oh, so you must be the famous Ragnar. Y/n only talked about you and the new house. - Lucifer got up and entered Ragna san's personal space

- AND?

-Now I have to thank you for taking care of my y/n so well.

-Yours? Everyone thought the same thing

-You did a great job! Worthy of applause, let's give this man a round of applause. - Lucifer started to applaud, but only him was clapping.

- Amateurs. - He rolled his eyes - Well, I came to get my y/n.

-Search? Yours? She is not an object to be picked up! - Ragnar's tone became increasingly aggressive

-Well, why all this aggression, Ragna san?

- No, he's right. I'm annoyed that you talk about y/n like you own her. -Shanks

-For the first time I think I'm going to have to agree with you, redhead. - Kizaru had a deadly look on the man

- Hmm, I didn't know she had won so many hearts like that. - Lucifer got out of Ragnar's way and addressed Kizaru - Tell me what is that you truly desire?

- what? - looking deep into the eyes of that idiot, he couldn't look away, Borsalino felt something in his stomach turn and his heart swell.

- I ... I

- come on big guy, tell me, what do you want most in this world?

- I wish... y/n! I want your exclusive, unique and unlimited attention! -"I want her to possess me. I want to tie her to me, I want her to not think about anything other than me." - Kizaru managed to keep this to himself

- Oh, looks like we have a Romeo here. And you Vice Admiral, do you have something you want? - In the same way Garp was forced to expose his greatest desire

- I want... my grandchildren to become sailors

- Since we are all expressing our desires here, tell me what is your Morningstar?

- Mine is nothing big, I just came to see y/n. Can you no longer be reunited with your master?

- master?

At that time, the temperature in the bar dropped by 400 degrees. I was feeling the cold of the blade of death. I saw that goat come out of there all worked up about the bullet they were going to put in him.

- Yes, I took it upon myself to teach everything I know to her. - What things specifically?

Guys, I prepared my heart and my soul to know God at this time.

- Well, um ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I taught her a lot of things. For example, the most pleasurable things in the mortal world. I took her to see new places, I taught her beautiful movements.

 I felt like he was doing all that to provoke. He wanted to see fire in the playground.

- I don't believe. -Would you like to see the photos then?

 Huuuuu, the guy takes an album out of my wallet, full of photos of the two of them. He had pictures of her in a bikini, dancing in poledance, as a nurse, an e-girl, of them kissing, drinking, jumping off a cliff. With each photo that passed, the table filled with people, looking like bees in honey. He really backed up what he said.

-WHY DO YOU HAVE PHOTOS OF MY DAUGHTER LIKE THIS?

-His daughter?? I BELIEVE I AM HER FATHER. I introduced her to the world.

-And you broke it.

 It's become a fight about this woman's paternity now. The argument went downhill too quickly for me to understand it properly.

-  What- - Don't give me excuses, when I met that brat for the first time, I felt like I was looking at a wild animal on the verge of death. - Well, she can be a little wild, it's part of her nature- Ragnar grabbed the collar of Lucifer's shirt and brought him close, pressing their foreheads together tightly and glaring at him with his deadliest gaze. - That look was someone who had already given up on life, on dreams, abandoned their humanity! I don't want to see that look on her face ever again! It wasn't something a child should have! If I see or hear that you did anything to it, I will make you fertilizer for the plants. - THAT'S EVEN IF YOU MAKE HER SHED A TEAR WE WILL END HER RACE!!! - Pirates joined the threats

- okay okay, daddy! Could you tell me where y/n is then? -She is not here. - I see, she never stays in one place for long. Well tell her I was here, when she feels like it, send her to visit LUX. That place isn't the same without her. You should go see her, she has moves that leave me mesmerized.

After all this drama, the sailors decided to leave, leaving the pirates behind and a Ragnar close to global destruction.

 After all this bullshit I decided to go to this LUX. I went to this club, and I came across this aspiring demon playing the piano. And the tramp knew how to play, very well, besides being handsome, tall and rich, he knew how to play and sing. That nightclub was the gateway to evil, I only went there once, and the prices at that bar made me want to ask if there was a diamond in the glass. I questioned if I was in the right place, if this was a mistaken order.

”hey!” I called the black girl

”what?” She answered dry. I gulped feeling intimidated by her

”huh, just a question lady. This drink. What does it have?”

”alcohol. Whiskey.”  “I see. This whiskey come with the musician there? Cause it’s not a normal price.”

she let out a sadistic laugh. “No. But if you ask him maybe he could join you.” I stopped talking. I never felt more exposed than at that moment 

 It ended up that I didn't know this Y/n, but I discovered that she is a very famous artist and is always doing crazy things. There is a saying “del valle is juice, deu mole (means lowered your guard), it's vrau (means fuck)”

[random-writer-4884]

Not A Robot (Tony Stark X Stephen Strange)

Not A Robot

Tony Stark x Stephen Strange

Description: After the battle against Thanos, Tony Stark started avoiding Dr. Strange. The Magician would try for months until eventually, he gives up. However, when Iron Man shows up in a battle without a word spoken, Stephen follows him back to his house

Warnings: None

AO3 Link

Stephen Strange was a doctor, a damn good doctor, and he would remind everyone that while he was not practicing he was still a doctor. One thing he could never seem to remember, however, was his lack of bedside manor. After Thanos had been defeated, Tony had barely been seen. Any time the magician had gone to visit Tony, FRIDAY had merely dismissed him with a ‘Tony is not in the building’ and ‘I am not permitted to tell you Tony’s location’. This made Stephen upset, but he merely left each time.

After one month of no contact, Stephen stopped leaving voice mails.

After two months of no contact, Stephen stopped calling.

After three months of no contact, Stephen’s texts became shortened.

After four months?

Well, Stephen stopped texting.

After six months?

Stephen stopped portaling to Tony’s house all together.

In a year? Well, when Stephen talked to Tony again, it wasn’t under ideal circumstances. 

Another invasion. Stephen would say that he and the hero’s helping him had it under control. Apparently Tony Stark didn’t think that that was the case. 

The Ironman armor came flying in, in all its red and gold glory. Shooting and flying with precision. The battle finished quickly, and Ironman hadn’t said a word since he arrived. Stephen called out to Tony, but was met with only silence. At the end of the battle the suit nodded once in Stephen’s general direction before shooting towards the sky and away from the remnants of the battle.

Mumbling under his breath, Stephen and his cloak went on an immediate chase. Every time the armor sped up, Stephen portaled closer. He yelled at Tony to stop and talk to him and was only met with silence and an increase of repulser speed. This continued for a while, Stephen guessed a minimum of 30 minutes, before the suit slowed down at the Stark residence.

As the suit came to a landing, Strange followed suit allowing the cloak to float off of his shoulders. 

“Leave.” Said the suit, though it wasn’t Tony's voice.

“God Damn it Tony, you’ve refused to talk to me for months! I spent so long trying to find you and you’ve straight up ignored me!” Strange reached forward and grabbed the shoulder of the suit. “For Fucks sake, you’ve barely talked to me in technically over 5 years! You’ve made every effort to not talk to me since Thanos and I don’t know why! So just fucking tell me and I can leave you alone!” 

Slowly the suit turned to him and spoke, this time in Tony’s now raspy voice “Because no one wants to talk to a machine, Strange.” Both men were silent for a moment at what Tony said.

“Tony, you aren't a machine. A man in a glorified suit of armor? Sure. A machine? No.” Strange’s face was full of confusion as he spoke. As he finished, The suit began to peel back, nanotech leaving its station and revealing Tony.  

Stephen tried to hide his shock at the changes in the man in front of him. His right arm was entirely gone, replaced by machinery. Half of his face was deeply scarred. Tony’s eyes were sad, and looked filled with grief. “Morgan is scared of me. She refuses to be in the same room as me unless I have my face coated in makeup or am in my armor.”

Tony paused for a moment, taking a deep breath “Pepper is filing for divorce since Morgan won’t go near me. She says that it’s easier this way and I can’t keep fighting her. No one wants a machine. ‘Tony Stark has no heart’ as the saying went.” He dramatically flared his right hand for his final sentence, his mechanical hand remaining unmoving at his side.

Taking a moment to take in what was said, Stephen stepped forward and took Tony’s mechanical hand. With one hand he held it by the palm, and the other he trailed along the intricate metal. It moved almost exactly like flesh and blood, a marvel in prosthetic technology. “I think it's beautiful.” He whispered. “Both the mechanics and you.”

Tony didn’t say anything, only watching Stephen’s hands trail along the metal arm. “I’m sorry that Pepper refuses to see that, and that Morgan is too young to understand that appearances mean nothing.” Tony still kept his eyes on Strange’s hands, watching their slow, shaking movements. 

Avoiding himself for a moment, Tony noticed the yellow gloves the Doctor wore. “Strange, why do you wear those gloves?”

“Same reason you’re hiding from the world. My hand’s aren’t ‘pretty’ like the world expects of a doctor.” Carefully, he let go of Tony’s mechanical hand, and carefully pulled the gloves off of his hands. Something he hadn’t done in front of another in a while. 

This time, Tony reached out and took hold of Stephen’s hands. Stephen flinched at the contact, and closed his eyes at the strange and slightly painful feeling of his hands being touched. Tony used his flesh hand to run his fingers along the scarring that lined the doctor's skin, a discolored pink. “How?” was all Tony said almost mesmerized by the lines.

“I was an arrogant asshole who got in a car wreck and lost the one thing that let me be so cruel. My hands. I underwent 8 different treatments, spending all of my money and pushing away the one person who still cared about me. After that I found the ancient one and learned the mystic arts…” he paused for a moment “blah blah blah, all that boring reform-ity bullshit people love to gloat about.” 

Tony began to laugh a little bit, leaving Stephen to smile quietly. “All of our scars are different Tony. I know they’re painful, emotionally and perhaps even physically. You need to remember though, your scars are proof that you survived.”  He let his laughter die down and smiled.

“Now!” started Stephen “Lets get you inside, and I’ll let you in on a little secret!” Tony perked up at that.

“The magic man has a secret? I wonder what it could be!” He teased, letting Stephen take his hand again and begin leading him into the house.

“Well, I make a mean batch of cookies. My sister loved them! She would bug me almost every day asking for a new batch of cookies!” The two of them laughed at the story as they walked inside, and soon after cookies could be smelt baking in the oven.

[sinister-things]

A Girl Like Her

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Inspired by this post by @stupidbitchwaifu

Mr. X × Femme Fatale!Reader

⚠️TW: Alcohol, gambling, one innuendo⚠️

A/N: Mr. X is 30, Y/N is 25

It was a beautiful night in Paris, France. Stars lit up the sky and the streets were bustling with civilians, basking in the activities of the night.

Just North of the Eiffel Tower, was an art gallery: Salle des Étoiles. Tonight, the rich and powerful gather for a night of auction, gambling, and extraordinary amounts of alcohol.

But, a woman with a wicked glint in her eye, and a man far too curious for his own good, have other plans...

"It's the quiet ones," Mr. X decided. It was always the quiet ones that drew him in.

He and his siblings had been speaking and Mr. X regularly found his gaze drifting away from the conversation at hand and towards a specific woman.

This mysterious woman had drunk her second flute of champagne and suffered through about three small talk conversations so far.

Mr. X experienced difficulty trying to decide who she was: He’d suggest a new-to-money winner of capitalism, but the woman carried herself with a grace that could only come from experience.

Definitely not an old money type either; she hadn’t once drifted over to the congregation of old money men who have been stalking the gallery discussing stocks and shareholders, as well as showing off their significantly younger trophy wives.

GM scoffed, seeing his brothers obvious disinterest. The elder brother turned around, seeking out what in the world could be stealing his brother's attention away from him. "What are you– oh."

"W-What?" Mr. X stuttered, holding his own glass in his hand, realizing that he wasn't as discreet as he thought he was, noticing his brother's snickering.

"You're interested in her, aren't you?" The GM crossed his arms. "You don't even know her name!"

Meanwhile, Kingpin was glaring daggers at this woman. "Who does she think she is?" She muttered under her breath.

This woman was a young, charming, and bold hacker that had everyone talking about her. What was so special about her that had everyone talking their ears off? She didn't look that special. Then again, she was still a rookie. "Give it a few weeks, Kingpin. People will be over her by then," The RHS leader told herself.

What a mystery, this woman was. Mr. X wondered if he had enough time to unravel her before he would have to get back to the main objective of the night.

"Don't even think about it," His brother cautioned. "Find someone else."

Mr. X very carefully took a sip from his champagne glass, tasting the excitement on his tongue more than the bubbles.

"Just because you're too curious for your own good and she's pretty and you haven’t gotten laid in five years doesn’t mean that you get to start ignoring us now!" Kingpin barged into the conversation.

Mr. X could only glare. They were right– he often did let his curiosity get the better of him, but he wasn't going to admit that.

There were, of course, much better things to do with his time which included tracking down where the beautiful muse had vanished in the moment that Mr. X’s eyes had wandered away. The gallery was only open for a few more polite hours and Mr. X intendes to enjoy at least five more minutes of witnessing something actually worthwhile before he has to get on with the night’s main event.

He sighed. "Fine," The Englishman said. "I'll be over at the roulette table if you need me."

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Y/N stood on the side of the room, leaning against a wall with a flute of champagne in her hand.

You carefully observed your surroundings, and the people in the room. God, these people are clueless! They're so up and over their heads about power that they haven't even caught on to your plan yet!

"My," A voice spoke from your side. "What's a beautiful woman like yourself doing all alone?"

Damn it, Halloween Hacker. "Remember Y/N, appearance is key," you told yourself, mostly to stop yourself from punching that bastard to New Jersey.

"Well, what's a man like yourself doing alone?" You asked him, wearing your signature smile that could make anyone do your bidding.

The two of you continued to converse, Halloween Hacker seemingly trying desperately– and failing, to flirt with you. Thus, you quickly lost interest, just the occasional chuckle and a nod.

You continued to scan the room, seeing if there were any old money men you could scam for their fortune. But, something much different caught your eye.

The famed Mr. X. You had heard of him, and the things he's done. He had it all: a successful corporation, money, and women were practically tripping over themselves to become his wife.

You smirked, knowing damn well that he was staring at you, but you didn't say anything. You could use him to your advantage...

"Say, Ms. Y/N," Halloween Hacker was quick to bring your attention back to him. "Would you care to join me at the roulette table? I heard that the Red Hood might be there,"

Your eyes lit up at the mention of the Red Hood. This could be your first round of your little scheme.

There was a fairly familiar glint in your eye; one of sinister, dark intent. Your smile only grew in size as you accepted the offer. "I'd be honored," You said, keeping up your facade.

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Mr. X and several other hackers sat around a table, a staff member shuffling and dealing them each five cards. He wanted to groan when he saw Halloween Hacker approaching, but nothing came out of his mouth when he saw who was accompanying him.

"Guys, look who I found!" He said, linking his arm to the Aphrodite standing beside him.

Her eyes scanned the table, as if taking in all the people who were sat down. Her gaze locked with that of Mr. X's, and she smirked as she gave him a wink.

"Y/N," She introduced herself, removing her arm from that wretched Halloween Hackers. "Y/N L/N,"

"Has anyone ever told you it’s rude to stare?" Y/N asked, a wicked smile spread across her face. Mr. X blinked for a moment, surprised and embarrassed to see that Ms. L/N knew that he had been looking at her. Her voice was more intoxicating than the champagne that Mr. X had just consumed, and he desperately wanted to hear more of it.

She wore an all-black suit, with a turtleneck with a small slit near the upper chest, showing just a tease of pretty skin that felt almost impossible to look away from. The suit accentuated Ms. L/N's figure, making her a masterpiece in the art gallery, and Mr. X thought it was a shame that he wasn't an artist, because he was willing to examine every aspect of the Magnum opus in front of him.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have the most captivating eyes?" Mr. X said, hoping to change the subject. He smirked under his mask when he saw Halloween Hacker getting visibly jealous. His empty champagne glass is dropped on the tray of a passing caterer whose face has nothing memorable about them compared to the sharp smile of the woman in front of him that makes him nearly forget how to breathe.

"Really?" Y/N raised an eyebrow, an amused look on her face that has Mr. X’s stomach fluttering already. "I wasn’t sure you noticed based on how you have been staring at my chest all night."

"Enough," Halloween Hacker interrupted, pulling out a chair for Ms. Y/N, immediately sitting in the empty chair beside her.

The hackers proceeded with their game of poker, the bet going higher and higher, until a few had bet their entire life savings on this one game.

"So..." Mr. X trailed off, trying to figure out a way to start a conversation with the woman sitting across from him. "I assume that there's a Mr. L/N somewhere?" He asked, his eyes darting around the room.

Y/N chuckled softly, getting a real kick out of the man's assumption. "There is no Mr. L/N, I'm afraid," you shook your head with a smirk.

Mr. X was taken aback, but relieved, knowing that he still had a slim chance of getting a drink with you sometime.

"Well, unless I'm being too forward–"

"Ms. Y/N, I must ask," Halloween Hacker intruded, stealing your attention away from Mr. X. "What made you join us here tonight?"

"I was invited," You answered. "Just like everyone else."

The game proceeded for ten more minutes, before you slammed your deal of cards on the table, revealing your cards. Halloween Hacker looked at the cards in disbelief.

"A royal flush..."

You did it. You won the life savings of several people, and Mr. X had just lost fifteen thousand dollars to you, and Halloween Hacker lost fifty thousand!

The hackers who were far more experienced than you and had been in this business for years, watched as you celebrated your victory. They all got up, walking away in defeat.

The only people left at the table were you and Mr. X

You smiled smugly, proud of your winnings. "What were you going to say?" You asked the man standing in front of you.

Mr. X blushed, fiddling with his collar. He sighed, "Well, I was going to ask if you'd be interested in getting a drink sometime, but–"

Before he could finish, the lights went out. People were confused, startled, and frightened. However, within a few seconds, the lights came back on.

The host and his wife stood at the front of the room, announcing their apologies and that they were currently investigating the matter, until multiple guests interrupted.

"My wedding ring is missing!"

"Someone has stolen my wallet!"

"My pearls, they've been stolen!"

To say that Mr. X was confused would be a drastic understatement. He patted himself with his hands, ensuring that he still had all his valuables– which he did. Until he felt something strange in his inner coat pocket...

It was a business card. On it, written in black ink, was a phone number. He looked around, making sure that no one had seen it, and tucked it back into his jacket.

Meanwhile, you were speeding down the French highway, on your way to the airport with multiple stolen goods. Once on that plane, you would be on your way to Germany, where you would repeat this act a million times over...

[canyouhearme83]

How are you so salty over the fact that you could barely get three kids out before your dick stopped working. Like get the fuck over it dude.

It's not like anyone would want to fuck you anyway, gross ass son of a cuck. I bet those coders only called you an 'it' because your dick is so fucked up. They saw it and didn't even bother looking at the rest of you.

Like seriously bro that shit probably looks like every Tetris block at the same time. God damn corkscrew cock having MF.

Just because your wife had to play twister in bed just for you to even have the possibility of continuing your pathetic fucking bloodline doesn't mean you have to end like, 30 other peoples.

There's one thing about you that definitely ISN'T a monster, and that's your fucking penis. That shit is the size of a pepperoni slice. How you even got it into your wife in the first place is a goddamn enigma.

Your dick is so short your wife asked you if it was in yet 30 minutes after you finished. You send dick pics and people have to put their phone under a microscope to see it.

When you were born the doctors put F on your birth certificate because they couldn't see it and thought you were AFAB. They looked at you and said "oh wow, congratulations on your beautiful baby girl!" And then you had to get it legally changed.

All of your friends talked about boners and you didn't know what they meant because yours didn't do that. Sex-ed didn't make any sense to you because you didn't think anything that size could even make it close.

The unrecognizable lump of flesh you have now that used to be your penis is probably more appealing to any woman than the sad toothpick dick you had back when you weren't parading around in a discount aisle moldy easter bunny halloween costume.

When you fucking died I bet that was the most blood flow you got anywhere NEAR your crotch in years.

After it stopped working, your wife probably sighed in relief because she didn't have to act like she could feel anything in bed. But it's not like she had to do it for long, One Pump Willy, you could only get 30 seconds out of it and then it was over.

You probably felt it and rushed to the bedroom before it went away.

When you asked your wife if she wanted to have some fun, she replied with 'Yeah sure I have a few minutes.'

You were known as the One Pump Wonder, mostly because it was almost magical the way that you even had ONE kid, let alone THREE. If you didn't do well at that restaurant, you probably would've had to be an attraction at the circus.

"Come one, come all!" They'd say, "Come and see the man who can't!" Then they'd throw water balloons at you. You'd have turned out to be a clown either way, just one of them your ego wouldn't be inflated larger than one of those balloons from that fucking robot that killed your daughter.

The size of that knife you used is just you compensating. You probably picked it out and went "Wow! That's the biggest I've ever seen!" And it was 4 inches.

In high school, your wife's friends probably went "What do you even see in him? What's the appeal?" And she'd say, "He has a wonderful personality." Then, they'd say "and?" And she would have nothing to add.

Were those kids even yours? Or did she just go to a sperm bank so you wouldn't feel bad. Your pullout game was probably incredible, because there was nothing to even pull out. You can't take something out if it can't even go in in the first place.

Your wife was pretty wrong about that personality thing, anyway. You're bland as fuck. Basic ass white boy. Pack it up, Willy, don't you have some fishing to do? A car to repair? Football to watch?

You think you're all that, when you're literally nothing. You're just some jealous, boring wannabe Jeff the Killer fanboy 1-inch-dick having unemployed cunt in a flea-ridden antique Saw trap fursuit.

Put that ruler away, and stop sulking over your sorry below average deflated shriveled up raisin excuse of a dick, and grow up. Because this 'Murderous Grieving Father' look you've been going for doesn't suit you, honey. Never did. A select few people look hot with a knife in hand, and you are NOT one of them.

I’m not reading all that.