#Cause dude this is such a nice fun fact to know for me I’m so glad I recognized it🦫

[anerdynerd]

I JUST FOUND OUT THAT SONGS FROM THE DBH SOUNDTRACK PLAY IN THE BACKGROUND HERE?? Look, I know it makes sense lmao but I’ve been listening to these songs with vocals and lyrics and all that from the sounds track on Spotify and was only mildly wondering how those were even integrated into the game, so when I was kinda watching this video I recognized a certain part of the song in the background over those mall speakers and was like “Wait, is this Seven Moons??” And it IS Seven Moons from the soundtrack🦫🦫

I’m curious how the other songs got integrated into the game now👀👀 Like do they also play in the background at grocery stores or malls or bars or anything like that? Is one of them what Connor finds on Hank’s mp3? What’s the other context, I can’t wait to find out while playing👀🦫

[st4rymoon]

𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦

˚ ༘ *⭐︎ Miguel x afab reader

Warnings - 18+. smut. Some Angst. Enemy’s to lovers, sex with a plot, unprotected sex, breeding kink, breath play, arguing, both get physical (get in a fight but nothing too serious), other variants mentioned and Dr. Strange (why not bring him up), after care, teasing, possessive Miguel, biting, messy sex, semi-mean Miguel, pet names (doll, muñeca, princesa, chula), Spanish (translations added)

[pt.2 is out! → better than me pt. 2]

Miguel was obnoxious and self-absorbed, you knew that by now.

You were living your life as the Spider-Woman of your universe with no worries at all until a blonde-haired ghost-looking spider appeared.

You had somewhat of an idea of what she was talking about, after all, you had a Dr. Strange in your universe and he would never stop talking about the multi-verse.

He never mentioned that these variants would come looking for each other but hey, what did you know?

The blonde-haired girl begged for you to meet the others, calming you weren’t alone and had a group of others to bond with. But you had no problem being alone with such powers, matter of fact you enjoyed it.

There was no one to boss you around or scold you which was always a plus as a superhero. That carefree life you had turned sour as you agreed with the blonde-haired girl and went to meet the others.

“By the way my boss, OUR boss doesn’t know you exist… he’s practically found every spider in the universe. But I guess he forgot one, and by the way, I’m Gwen”

You smiled “Well Gwen, YOUR boss will be pleased to hear that it’s almost impossible to find every Spider-Man. There are millions of universes” you shrugged.

Gwen was taken aback by your words, she wasn’t aware you knew about these universes since a majority of the others didn’t. “How do you know?” She questioned with her arms crossed.

“Do you not have a Dr. Strange in your universe? A tall annoying brown-haired man? Middle-aged? No sense of humor? Come one you don’t have one!?” You gasped.

“Never heard of a strange before”

-

Both of you walked into a giant laboratory-like room, you heard chatter all around you as you looked above and saw dozens of spider variants on the ceilings and walls.

“GWEN! Gwen! May has been getting into trouble have you see- who are you?” A tired-looking brown-haired man looked at you in confusion. “I’m a rouge-killing monster called Spider-Man” you replied.

Both of their faces turned pale at your words “Gosh you guys have no sense of humor! I’m joking” you sigh. “Im a spider variant like all of you, now why’d you drag me here”

“Miguel isn’t going to like this… I’m Peter” the brown-haired man smiled. “And I presume Miguel is the big scary boss man right?”

“Thank you for the kind words” a loud voice boomed from behind. “Miguel! I found another!” Gwen smiles awkwardly.

“Mmh”

You turned to see an attractive middle-aged man with glowing red eyes “She knows about the multi-verse she was talking about some dude called Strange” Gwen nodded.

Miguel tensed at her words, his eyes glued to you as he made his way towards you. “What do you know about strange?” He hummed, circling you like his prey.

“Nothing that’s your business that’s for sure” you chuckle “Well I had fun, I’ll be heading out now” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m talking to you” Miguel yells “No your yelling, have a nice day” you wave as you shoot a web out and swing. Halfway through the swing, your web was cut, causing you to drop to the ground “WHAT THE FUCK!” You yell.

Miguel stood tall with a cocky smile on his face “We aren’t done talking” he shakes his head.

You knew very little about Dr. Strange, sure you’re well acquainted with the universally famous sorcerer but he was a private man. He called you when he needed help and that was it.

To your disbelief, you had no clue other spiders could be so damn annoying. “Well I am, I’m not going to say it again. I AM LEAVING.” You yell.

“She’s just like him” you hear a spider whisper “I AM NOT” you point a finger up at one of them “How could you hear that” they muttered. “Don’t you all have great hearing?”

“Not all of us” Peter shrugged. “What did they say?” Gwen asked. You ignored everyone and walked out of the room. Already halfway through the door, you felt a hand grip your arm.

Turning, you see Miguel’s ruby eyes staring at you. “I suggest you let go of me” you say calmly. It was a shame he was an ass, he was too good-looking to be acting the way he was.

“Threats don’t work on m-“You cut him off mid-sentence, kicking his ankle and making him fall back. You pinned him onto the ground, your leg on his chest and heel pressed onto his chin.

The look in his eyes was a mix of anger and shock.

The other spiders started yelling, Gwen yelling at Peter to stop this and during the chaos for some odd reason you saw a talking spider cat yelling “A cat?” You chuckled causing you to lose focus.

Within seconds you were now in Miguel’s position. His hand on your throat as he pressed his weight onto you “CALM THE FUCK DOWN!” He seethes.

Just as you were about to kick him where it hurts, his hand held your knee in place “Have to be quicker than that muñeca” he whispered into your ear. [t: doll]

Your eyes widened at the pet name. You swear you could feel your cheeks burn red and telling by the smile on his face you knew they were. “This is fun but can we have a normal conversation? Like civilized people?” He replied.

He got off you, holding a hand out for you to stand. You got up on your own, pushing past him as you heard a few whistles and ‘Miguel is flushed look at him’ from behind you.

“Fine. You have 5 minutes”

Miguel led you to his office, one hand on your lower back leading you. “Brave for a newcomer” the annoyingly attractive man smiled down at you “It’s obvious no one stands up to you, I’ll happily be the one to do so” you cooed.

“Sit” he commands while pointing at the chair in front of his desk. You nod and sit patiently for him to start “What do you know about Dr. Strange?” He questioned.

“He’s Dr. Strange what is there to know? He’s a private man for god sake. You surely have one in this universe, don’t you? He’s usually in every universe” you sighed.

“He’s never been in any I’ve visited”

“Or maybe you didn’t look well enough” you chuckle. “I have one in my universe and trust me you aren’t missing out. He only calls when he needs a helping hand and that’s about it” you shrugged.

“How do you know about the multi-verses?” He questioned. “Strange explained to me the importance of leaving it alone, we’ve seen universes almost disappear due to it. People have to learn you cannot change the past, present, or future without losing something so it’s best to just deal with it. In another universe, another life we are happy just think of that”

Miguel clears his throat at your words “Let me guess you lost something as well? By messing with this fucked up world? Who was it? A wife, mother, father, daughter?”

His hands slammed onto the desk in anger “NOT YOUR BUSINESS.” He seethed while he threw his papers on the ground. You knew he was hurting, That’s why he was acting like this.

“You know, I can tell this whole I’m mean and bad act is because your hurt. It’s not healthy to live in the past, we will just rot ourselves from within Miguel. Whatever you lost trust me you have it in another universe” You smile as you stand up, patting him on the shoulder as he doesn’t move a muscle.

“You don’t understand” he growled. “Trust me I do. Why do you think I’m friends with strange huh? I lost someone too you know. But instead of making everyone suffer with me, I decided to tr-“ you couldn’t finished your sentence before his lips crashed onto yours.

You were taken aback by the kiss but couldn’t help but moan into it. You pushed him back slightly “I don’t even know you Miguel” you smiled onto his lips “I know we can change that” he hummed as he lifted you onto his desk.

You were taken back by his actions, was a conversation all he needed to get this riled up?

“You know, out of all the spiders, no one’s said anything like that to me? Not one of them genuinely has a conversation with me” he sighs while pulling back. “Well, you don’t exactly let them say a word without screaming” you chuckle.

“That’s because they all pull away once I raise my voice. It was a surprise when a pretty thing like you came in acting like you own the place” Miguel cooed, his hands trailing up your hips as he pressed himself onto you.

“And I can tell you haven’t gotten laid in a while, you really gonna fuck a girl you just met huh?” You teased. “And are you really going to fuck a man you just met?”

“Maybe, If he can make me want it that bad” you winked, your hands ran down his chest, the spandex-like material of his suit outlining his chest and muscles in the most perfect way.

He chuckled at your response and wrapped your legs around his waist, lifting you before sitting down on his chair. You straddled him as he rocked onto you softly.

You’ve never done anything like this before, you were shocked by your compliance with his actions but you couldn’t help it. You told yourself everyone needed a one-time thing right?

“You sound so fucking pretty” he mumbled onto your neck, your soft sounds making him lose every bit of patience while you tangled your fingers into his hair.

You could tell he was wondering how to remove your suit, you were trying to hide your laugh but it came out either way.

“What’s so funny huh?”

“If you want to remove my suit you press this” You smiled as you grabbed his hand and lifted it behind your neck. His hand instinctively started massaging the nape of your neck as he pulled you into a kiss.

Completely off task with what you were showing him; each of you lost in the other's taste. “Ok, so how do I remove it?” He panted “Like this” You guided him as his fingers went on the hem of your neckline.

You pressed a button from the inside of your suit with his fingers “Like that” you whispered into his ear as you licked his cheek before kissing him.

Your suit was in his hands in a matter of seconds, tossing it somewhere behind him as his eyes admired your curves.

“Can’t believe I missed you out of all of the others” Miguel groaned. His hands not missing an inch of your body as you could feel his painfully hard bulge through his suit. “Take it off” you whined say you tugged at his. He chuckled at your neediness, and complying he tossed it along with yours.

You couldn’t believe other spiders like him existed. You’ve met a few but never ones that were this irritating and gorgeous, to say the least. “Like what you see princesa?” He mocked. [t: princess]

You rolled your eyes and pressed yourself onto him “I do”, you could feel his cock pressing onto your panties. His breathing was ragged and uneven as you nuzzled into his neck.

Sucking and kissing purple bruises onto his neck, your hands tangling into his hair. You felt his fingers tugging at your panties as a way to tell you to lift yourself a bit.

You did as told and let him toss your panties onto the pile of mess on the ground. “Although I love this pretty lace, it has to come off” he pouts as he pulls at your bra “Who knew you’d have this under the suit” he mumbled as he tossed your bra.

“Off” you demand as you tug at his boxers, he smiles in surprise as he sees you so needy “Alguien esta ansiosa”. “Oh shut up” you hiss as he leans onto the chair and brings your hands to his waistband. [t: someone is eager]

“If you want it so bad, take them off yourself” he cockily smiles. Your eyes narrow in annoyance but you were too needy to argue about it. Still on top of him, you tug his boxers down.

You clenched around nothing as his cock hit his stomach. You thought the whisper you let you wasn’t audible but your eyes shot up to his as he watches you with his hands behind his head.

“Love it that much already?”

You don’t bother responding as you go back to kissing him. His hands were back to their previous position, holding you tightly as you felt him rubbing between your folds.

“Shit..” you seethed. You felt his teeth sink into your skin, a loud moan coming from you causing you to slap your hands onto your mouth.

Miguel’s eyes shot up at your actions, his hands pulling them away as he pinned them onto your stomach “I don’t care who hears, hands on my shoulders”

As he ends his sentence he slams into you, your eyes rolling back while a shaky moan leaves you. He holds you onto him for a few seconds, taking in your soaked gummy walls before thrusting into you.

You could hear the wet pornographic sounds coming from the both of you as he fucked into you. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as he wrapped one arm around your waist the other hugging you onto him.

“Love it so much doll, fu- fuck you feel so good”

It was much more intimate than you thought it would be, the way he never broke eye contact even when you squeezed your eyes shut and muttered incoherent sentences into his chest he watched you intensely.

Miguel wondered if this would go anywhere, he hoped it did. He had no reason why he acted on his needs so quickly with you, he hadn’t slept with anyone in a long time and had no problem with it, but the moment he saw you sitting in his office it was like a switch flipped.

“Look at the mess you make muñeca, shit. This pussy was made for me” he huffed. You couldn’t even say a word, the way he felt slamming into you was euphoric.

You could feel every inch of him inside you, the way he curved perfectly in you with each of his thrusts was intoxicating.

You were making a mess, you could feel the cum dripping down your thighs as you bounced on him. “Migu- fuck all for you, only you” you whined. The words spilling from you caused him to fuck you deeper “Nadie más te va ver como te miras orita, eres mía muñeca. Solo para mi” [t: nobody else is going to see you the way you look right now, you’re mine doll. Only for me] 

His tone was adoring, he loved seeing the way you clawed at his chest whenever he picked up his pace. Miguel couldn’t help but wrap a hand around your throat when you started to slump on him; lifting you he held you to his lips as he squeezed your throat.

“Feels good huh baby? Your eyes say it all” he groans onto your cheek, his hand still squeezing your neck. You can feel your vision getting hazy, your hand wrapped around his wrist as he smiled up at you.

He let go of your neck, a loud pant leaving you as you caught your breath. But before you could even think your mouth pressed onto his, you couldn’t help but kiss his saliva-covered lips.

His pornographic moans made you dizzy, his fingers piercing your hips as he fucked you senseless while you looked down at him with needy eyes.

You could feel the knot form inside your stomach as his pace picked up, each of his thrusts causing a shaky whimper to leave you as he watched you getting closer.

“O- oh- Migu- M-“ you were crying out words as the feeling of his cock slamming into you and the slight rubbing on your clit from his pubic bone was driving you to the edge.

“I know baby I know, let it out princesa. Gonna fill you full so they all know what happened in here” he chuckled. With that you let go, the thought of his cum spilling out of you made you drunk on him. [t: princess]

You were loud but he didn’t care to quiet you down, he loved hearing how good he was fucking you. “No one’s going to fuck you better than me, I just met you and you look like you’ve been doing this for a while” he cooed.

“You’ve fucked other guys like this huh? The first day you meet them you fuck them?” He questioned. You shook your head weakly, his cock still ramming into you as he watched you bounce along with his thrust.

“No? Don’t lie how many?”

“J- you only” you cried. You couldn’t take the overstimulation, tears streamed down your face as you felt yourself about to cum again. “Only me? How lucky am I huh?” He hummed.

You scratched at his chest, pushing him slightly as his finger moved between your legs and circled your clit. “N- oh m-“ you begged, you buried yourself into his neck as he whispered praise into your ear.

“Doing so good for me chula, feel s- so fucking good” he praised. You felt the mess between your legs run down your thigh, you hugged him as you felt yourself about to cum again. [t: pretty]

“I- Mig-“

“I know baby let it out, I’m f- go on” he seethed. You could tell he was close. His pace was sloppy and his grip on you was getting tighter. You cried out his name in pleasure, the 2nd orgasm hitting you harder than the first as tears streamed down your face.

Miguel’s loud moans filled your ears as he coated your walls. You could feel his cum dripping down to his lap as he messily fucked you onto him. His pace came to a halt, his grip on you was tighter than ever while he took in your warmth.

“Fuck…” he whispered as he kissed your jaw, peppering kisses up to your mouth and sloppily kissing you. Saliva was all over your mouths, the sounds of both of you sloppily kissing each other made Miguel groan.

“You still wanna leave?” He chuckles. Miguel fixes your hair, adjusting it back to normal as he whipped your tears and saliva with his hand. You shook your head, completely drained of energy as you buried yourself into his chest.

You were questioning why he was being so nice. He was just acting like a complete ass a few minutes ago and suddenly he’s treating you like you’ve been together all your lives.

“Do you know what’ll happen if a variant from different verses gets pregnant?” He hums. You shake your head, you’d deal with those thoughts later. All you wanted was to stay in his arms.

“Descansa, I’ll clean us up” he reassured. [t: rest]

[babiebom]

bachelors and their weird kinks/turn ons perhaps 👀

A/N: it took a LOT for me to find weird things that arent gross(literally shit or dead people sorry if you’re into these) and even then I don’t even think these are weird but there’s only so many sites that I can go on to find weird kinks or even kinks in general. Fun fact there’s a kink for watching people fall down the stairs!! Keep in mind I’m talking about these fetishes and kinks from my own memory from looking them up lmao.

Tw:nsfw like all of it, cursing etc let me know if I should tag anything else!!

Bc: at least 4 for each? One for what the kink is and one for the explanation?

Stardew Valley Masterlist

Sebastian

Dacryphilia the kink or fetish for watching or causing someone to cry(positive or negative). A kink for tears if you will

I don’t know if I’ve talked about this before (I might’ve?) but dude has a major crying kink. Like he needs to make you cry while having sex. In this instance it’s a good crying. Like from how good his dick feels inside you. How good it feels when he moves, when he touches you. It’s like overstimulation but the crying is the main thing he wants.

Somnophilia the kink or fetish for having sex with someone while they’re asleep.

AGAIN this is all consensual but he likes the way you look when you’re asleep. You’re fully content and relaxed, no troubles or worries. He just wants to make you feel even better to send you to a new level of paradise. And the way that you are free in your reactions instead of holding everything back. All of your sounds and the way you move…it just gets him off in a different way.

Sam

Katoptronophilia the kink or fetish for watching yourself or others have sex in a mirror

I think this kink more so has to do with his partner. I do think he would get off with watching you or him fucking you in a mirror. Like you both can see your own faces and it’s just hot how you can see how good he’s making you feel and the other way around. It’s like his recordings kink but in real time.

Claustrophilia the kink or fetish for tight spaces literally the opposite of claustrophobia

I think he would like the whole stuck in a small closet together thing or the whole (if you’ve seen kdramas bc this is the only time I’ve seen it) hiding from someone in a tight space and being forced to be close or touching.

Shane

Shibari the fetish or kink of Japanese bondage. It’s more artistic than regular bondage and can sometimes be nonsexual(meaning it can just be for the act of being tied/tying someone up)

I do think Shane might have a artistic side to him, he loves his blue chickens and even though he hasn’t particularly shown that he likes art I think he’d appreciate this form. Like yeah it has bdsm tones and he likes that, but he likes the time taken to tie you up, the time it takes to make the ropes look pretty on you. It gets the both of you riled up so the sex might be more passionate.

Electrostimulation the fetish or kink to being stimulated or stimulating someone with electricity

Oh dude is definitely a sadomasochist. He wants to shock you, he wants to be shocked (partially because he wants to feel something other than mental and emotional pain). It’s never so much that it hurts too much but it’s a little stinging sensation that he can’t get enough of.

Harvey

Quirofilia the kink or fetish for hands, but well taken care of/pretty hands

Oh I think Harvey HAS to take of his hands. As a doctor I think he would be happy if someone complemented how soft his hands were or how clean they looked. And on the other hand(heheheh) he would appreciate how nice your hands look, how soft they feel, how good they feel when touching him.

Breeding/Pregnancy the kink or fetish for pregnant people or getting someone pregnant. It has nothing to do with the child itself but the person carrying the child.

NGL I think once you two come to an agreement about pregnancy(in this case you agree to start trying for kids) Harvey is absolutely going to go batshit insane with this new development. Before he would’ve never said that this is something he’s into but once you two agree he’s so pumped up and actually starts talking dirty if he didn’t before. It’s crazy how different he is during this time.

Alex

Anasteemaphilia the kink or fetish for extreme size differences so either a giant or a dwarf(I hope this word isn’t offensive it’s what the website used)

Dude would NEVER reveal this but actually would love a giant girlfriend. I think because of the lowkey misogynistic views he has he would like a bigger woman and a smaller man. He would LOVE lady dimitrescu from resident evil. Like bffr.

Food Play the kink or fetish of involving food during intercourse so either eating it off each other or involving it in some way

Oh absolutely would love to eat food off of you and would want you to lick stuff off of him. Like whipped cream and chocolate syrup are MUSTS if you’re having a particularly long night. He thinks it’s so erotic to eat and consume stuff off of each other that don’t really have anything to do with sex.

Elliott

Psellismophilia the kink or fetish for stuttering

One of the weird ones I found. I think he would think it’s cute and if you do have a stutter or happen to stutter when you’re nervous he’s going to have such a confidence booster because of it. Like YES keep stumbling over your words and stuttering it actually is cute to him and he feels like he’s in a book or a movie or something.

Podophilia the kink or fetish for feet

I think this one is obvious? I think he’d prefer beautiful people and that includes feet. In a lot of erotic movies and books and even in romance books feet have some sort of importance to them. Whether it’s used to dominate someone or to pleasure someone he likes beautiful feet. He wants you to step on him(not in a rough way) and tbh I could see him wanting to recreate the scene in that one tarentino(is this his name) movie where he casts himself in the role that drinks I think alcohol from that woman’s food after it runs down her leg.

[hugshughes]

behind my back N. Moyle

Nolan Moyle x Hughes!reader (Quinn’s twin)

synopsis - Luke finds out about your secret relationship with his captain, and he is not happy. He ends up causing your relationship to crumble under his emotions but soon is whipped back into shape and realizes the world doesn’t revolve around him, and that he should want your happiness, not try to end it.

wc - 2.9k

contains - reader is quinn hughes’ twin sister, suggestive themes close to the end, making out, kissing, shouting, lots of cursing (luke has a potty mouth), i made luke a bit mean for parts of this, crying, reader is shorter than nolan, mentions of eating/reader eats, lmk if i missed anything!

an - hey! first post on this new blog! i hope you like it, please don’t mind any errors this was slightly proofread, and i don’t love this but i warned to post something and noticed the severe lack of Nolan fics on here! (i kinda wanna make maybe a smutty part 2 so lmk.)

-

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Is the first thing you hear when you answer an incoming call from your little brother. Your face drops and Nolan must’ve noticed because he’s looking at you with a confused look on his face, mouthing ‘Are you okay?’ to you. You don’t respond to Nolan.

“What Luke? What’s up?”

You think you know what’s up. You have a gut feeling that what’s up is that you are in a relationship with his captain, a secret one at that.

“‘What’s up?’ Are you joking? You’re fucking Nolan behind my fucking back. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You can’t respond, you don’t know how to. You open and close your mouth, making eye contact with Nolan again, who looks very concerned now.

“What? You can’t speak now? Your mouth won’t open? It was open fucking wide for my fucking captain, wasn’t it? God, what the actual fuck is wrong with you? You can’t keep your legs closed for one second, can you? Fuck!”

“Luke I- I’m sorry.”

You mewled out, he had just practically slut shamed you, there were tears all along your waterline, just waiting to fall off your lashes and down your face.

“Oh, you’re sorry? That’s nice, but it doesn’t take away the fact that you fucked him, does it? When he decides he’s done with you it could fuck up the team’s dynamic! Have you even thought about me for two seconds?”

“All I have done is thought about you, Luke! I wanted to tell you the second it started but I knew you would react like this! Like- like you would flip the fuck out! I really fucking care about him Luke, please just listen to me!”

Luke just wouldn’t stop, he kept shouting cruel things, and Nolan just couldn’t take watching you sit there, sobbing, while you’re brother used you as a punching bag. He grabbed the phone from your hand and put it to his ear.

“Hey Luke! Man-”

Luke scoffs, angrily laughing then huffing out a sigh.

“Of course she’s with you! What the fuck, dude?”

“Luke man please, neither of us planned for this to happen. We really fuckin’ care for each other. She’s been torn up about you not knowing for months, please hear us out.”

“‘Us’? Oh my God! ‘Us’? That’s fucking funny. I cannot believe either of you. God, fuck! When you two decide you're done having fun it’s gonna fuck shit up, big time. Fuck you, and her.”

Luke hung up the phone. You buried your face in your hands. Nolan put your phone down before he pulled you into him, his hand running up and down your back while the other cradles your head.

“I’m so sorry Nolan! I just fucked up everything, fuck!” He just shushes you, rocking the two of you back and forth on your bed.

-

It was three days later. Nolan called you last night and said how the last two days of practice had been shit, the tension very thick. He told you how he needed to put the team first with the upcoming playoffs, and how that meant he needed to be able to be the best captain he could be, meaning no bad blood between him and his teammates, so he broke up with you.

You have been so completely tore up. Laying in your bed in the dark in a sweatshirt you didn’t want to have to give back to Nolan. You hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday morning. The sun was beginning to set as you stared at your ceiling.

Your roommate has been an angel, talking to you, sitting with you, bringing you water, and offering you food. Luke had texted Jack about the situation, and Jack had texted Quinn about it, leaving the most mature of the Hughes’ boys to text you, and your mother.

Quinn had asked if you were okay, and felt terrible for you when you informed him of Nolan ending it because of Luke. Your mother had texted you, asking if you were alright, getting the full story from you before sending a long-winded message to your baby brother, reading:

“Luke Warren. I cannot believe the way you’ve treated your sister. Your words were not warranted in any way whatsoever. Have you noticed your sister’s level of happiness in the last 7 months? She went from always uninvolved and cut off from us to an absolute light of a girl. When I called and talked to her today she sounded absolutely broken down. When I say get your head out of your butt Luke, I mean it. Your sister deserves to be happy Luke, just as much as you do, and if you’re okay with taking that away because of a hypothetical problem that happens between her and Nolan, I am very disappointed. You better realize how ignorant you’re being and make this up to her. She loves you, Luke, so much. She is still the girl who let you sleep in her bed whenever you had nightmares, the girl that would shout at your brothers the second she saw you being left out. She deserves this Luke, and you need to realize that, because now Nolan’s broken up with her, and I don’t know if she is going to be okay.”

That being the first thing Luke saw on his phone after practice definitely surprised him. He let out a curse the second he saw his first two names in a text from his mother. The more he read, the shittier he felt. When he reach the end though, he was confused. ‘Nolan broke up with her?’ Was his only thought. He quickly looked around the locker room, trying to see if Nolan was still there, but he wasn’t. Nolan had felt like shit all of practice, Luke still barely talking to him. He left immediately after practice was over, going straight back to his place.

Luke cursed again, he got ready to leave and quickly walked back to the house so he could drive to your apartment. Once he got there he waited not so patiently before your roommate finally buzzed him in. He ran up the stairs and down the hall to your door, knocking loudly.

Your roommate let him in, not without mumbling ‘the fuck do you want, bitch?’ and rolling her eyes at him. She let him go back to where your room is, after making sure he wasn’t here to shout at you again.

You’re not surprised when you hear a knock on your door, but you are when you shout ‘Come in’ and see Luke standing in your doorframe. Your eyes widen, your heart sinking into your ass.

“Oh.”

It’s all you could say. You felt frozen, assuming Luke was here to be mad at you some more like he was over the phone. The more you look at him, you realize he doesn’t look mad per se, he looks like a kicked puppy.

“I’m sorry.”

You almost laugh out of surprise. You find it hilarious that he’s apologizing after the verbal abuse you took from him just three days ago. You don’t reply, looking him straight in the eyes, raising your eyebrows in expectation, needing him to say more.

“Shit, I- I am such a dick. It was so fuckin’ selfish of me to say that to you. I mean, yeah I would’ve liked to have known but uh, it was still so shitty of me. Please, please forgive me. And I know that I already fucked things up and that you probably won’t accept this but still, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking and when Grano accidentally mentioned you guys I just flipped out. The shit I said was wrong, I don’t think anything I said is true, I know it isn’t. I just, I’m so sorry.”

He looked absolutely pitiful. He was on the verge of crying. You stood from your bed and moved to him, wrapping your arms around him, he clung to you.

“Lu, don’t cry. Okay? It’s alright, what you said was shitty, but I should’ve just told you, alright? It probably would’ve saved a lot of screaming and tears. I’m glad mom got the stick out of your ass, huh?”

Luke lets out a teary laugh. Nodding into your shoulder, even though he was much bigger than you, he was still your baby brother. The way you were holding him made you think of when he was 5 and you were 7 and for six months he stayed in your room almost every night because he would have nightmares, and even if he didn’t have nightmares sometimes, he just felt safer with his big sister.

“‘M so sorry. Was gonna try to talk to Nolan after practice but he was already gone, so I just came here.”

You let out a sigh at the mention of Nolan. You were assuming that Luke doing this was also him telling you that he was okay with your relationship. But, after all the drama you weren’t sure Nolan would let you just run back into his arms.

“I dunno if it’s even worth it talking to Nolan, I don’t know if he’ll want to get back together after all this drama. He might just be good with it now.

Luke felt like absolute shit. None of this would’ve happened if hadn’t have been so irrational. He let out a sigh, pulling away from you.

“I am gonna go get you food, okay? I’ll get you tenders from Skeeps, huh?”

You laughed at your little brother’s effort.

“Lu, it’s Wednesday. Skeeps isn’t open.”

His face quickly fell. But he quickly shook it off.

“Whatever, I’m going to get you somethin’. Text me if you want something specific, okay?”

You nodded and laughed as he quickly left your room, saying bye to your roommate who after came to your room to see if everything was okay before hugging you.

Luke is gonna get you food, but he is also gonna call Nolan and apologize, and make him go to your place and be your boyfriend again.

The second he’s in his car his phone is to his ear, waiting for Nolan to pick up. He knows there is a chance Nolan won’t pick up, but he’s pushing that out of his thoughts. He almost gives up on the phone call but on what was probably the last possible ring, Nolan answered the phone.

“Uh hey man, what’s up?”

Nolan is very confused as to why Luke is calling him, knowing he’s barely sent him a glance over the last two days.

“Hey, Nolan. Bro, I’m so fuckin’ sorry. It was really shitty of me to say all those things to you guys and I was a real dick. I was acting totally out of nowhere because I was just really shocked I think.”

Luke took a pause, waiting for Nolan to say something before he took the conversation in another direction.

“Oh, um wow man. Yeah um it’s okay man, we should’ve told you. But uh, you know I broke up with her last night?”

“Yes I know, please go be her fuckin’ boyfriend again. She is so fucked right now. I didn’t even fucking realize how much happier she’d been recently, and now that I know you caused that, I can’t be the one to take that away from her. And I already talked to her about it but she was worried you might not like, want to be with her still. Bro, please go get her back.”

Nolan sits shocked. Shocked about Luke’s change of heart, and shocked that you believed he wouldn’t want you still. He stood from his seat on the couch of his living room and quickly grabbed his keys and put on his slides before practically running to his car, only wearing a tank top, sweatpants, and socks in the frigidity of January nights in Michigan. He says a few more things to Luke before he hangs up.

Nolan is barely thinking about anything when he parked in the lot of your building and was a little surprised at how quickly he was buzzed in.

Your roommate answered the door when Nolan quickly knocked, letting him in and telling him your whereabouts. You were surprised at how quickly Luke had gotten food when you heard a frantic knock on your door.

“You don’t have to knock Luke, just come in!”

“Uh, not Luke.”

You turned to face your door from your seat at your desk where you were lighting a candle, one Nolan had gotten you multiple times because you burned through them so quickly.

“Oh, Nol hi.”

Nolan standing in your doorway left you stunned, his grey sweatpants and black tank top that highlighted his huge arms made your mind go blank. You are thankful you spent a few minutes brushing your hair and cleansing your face after Luke left.

“Hey, um Luke called me, told me everything he told you probably.”

You suck in a breath, nodding. You stand and fully face him, but before you can even say anything, Nolan’s already wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t’ve ended things. I was just so nervous about Luke hating me and being captain but I really should not have done that. I’m sorry baby.”

You held him, running your fingers through his long hair.

“‘S okay, baby. Made total sense okay? But, I think now that my brother doesn’t have his head in his ass, you should be my boyfriend again.”

He pulled away from your neck to look at you, now taller than you, looking down at you, which was so hot.

“Yeah? I think so too.”

The way he said it was, so hot. He is just so hot. He looks from your eyes down to your lips, and then back up, and you swear your knees almost buckled. And when he leaned in and kissed you, he was practically holding you up.

Even though you’d only been broken up for probably 26 hours, it felt like so much longer, and the sweet kiss quickly turned into a makeout session. You walked Nolan back until he was sat on your bed as you sat down and straddled him, not breaking your kiss.

Nolan’s grip on your hips is tight as his tongue slips past your lips, causing you to gasp. Your hands clutch Nolan’s dark brown hair, tugging at the locks when you feel the tent in his pants grow beneath you, pulling a groan from him.

Nolan was about to start rocking your hips against his hard-on when your door was practically thrown open, the knob on the other side hitting your wall. You immediately pull away from Nolan, almost falling off his lap if it wasn’t for his strong grip on the backs of your thighs.

When you both see Luke, Chick-fil-A bag in hand, standing frozen at your doorway you don’t know what to do.

“Fuck, Luke! Knock or something!”

You quickly stand up almost tripping over Nolan’s feet as you practically run over to your door, pushing Luke out and then standing on the outside of your door as you close it.

You stand, back pressed against your bedroom door as Luke looks at you with a look that would normally be funny, but right now you’re just a little pissed, flustered, and dazed. You both just stand, staring at each other. Both trying to grip the fact that Luke just walked in on your very heated makeout session with his captain, his captain.

“Oh my God, what the fuck? I think I’m gonna puke, yeah, I’m definitely gonna puke.”

You slap his arm, giving him a look that reminded him of your mom, which made him smile.

“I cannot believe you guys are... ugh. I cannot believe I brought you food just to see that when I opened your door, you are truly disgusting.”

“I hate you so much. You are the worst. What did you get me?”

Luke laughs out loud at that, giving you your food before he claimed he had to go so he could bleach his eyes before the sight of you and Nolan set into his memory. But after that, he hugged you and told you he loved you, saying that he’ll see you when you’re not being so gross.

You walk him out, shouting that you love him as he quickly walks down the hall of your apartment’s floor. You talk to your roommate for a minute, then decide it’s time to go back and see your man. The man in question is kicked back on the pink fluffy blanket decorating your bed, a sight to see.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hey, is he gonna be okay? Didn’t mean to give the kid trauma or anything.”

You let out a laugh, reassuring Nolan that your brother is just dramatic, and not traumatized. Then you snuggle up next to him, eating your Chick-fil-A and feeding your fries to Nolan as you both talk about everything, from what new song you wanted him to listen to, to making plans for the summer, him staying at the lake house for a few weeks, you coming with him to New York to meet his family, it was all so exciting. You’re definitely glad that the secret was out because now you can be with him, like really be with him.

[ellstronaut]

[ ◉¯] tlougram [ ◉¯]

#just a silly AU

ellie is typing. . . ╰──╮

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[ ◉¯] ellie’s account reads like a tech-illiterate-social-degenerate

[ ◉¯] girl literally has 3k followers (boggles her mind how it’s even possible) all of varying degrees of sketchiness

[ ◉¯] her bio’s literally just her initials—ew (yep thinks she’s hilarious ) paired with “space is cool ig” [insert shitty space emoji]

[ ◉¯] tbh—she doesn’t really get the whole “influencer” thing (like what is she influencing???)

[ ◉¯] like the only reason she finally caved and made an account to begin with is because dina and jesse practically bullied her into it

[ ◉¯] which shows—her feed is a hot mess of random pics; memes, a random cat video she saved on her gallery

[ ◉¯] and don’t expect to be fed either—her account is D.E.A.D (you’d be setting yourself up for disappointment)

[ ◉¯] definitely the type to forget she even has an account

[ ◉¯] but best believe—when she does post, its spaced out between 2-3 months

[ ◉¯] maybe a handful of artsy-fartsy pics somewhere in between

[ ◉¯] but most of her pics are literally just sketches (she drew at the back of her physics book) random crap she thinks is funny, memes that only make sense to her, n the occasional trip to the museum/nature pics

[ ◉¯] and like a grand total of one—just one selfie (and yes she did delete the rest)

[ ◉¯] fun fact: she may or may not have accidentally liked one of Dina’s/Cat’s old selfies on a burner account

[ ◉¯] tried to do damage control by unliking almost immediately

[ ◉¯] since we’re being messy—(swears she’d kill anyone on site who dares bring that up but whatever) she once got a chat request from a bot thinking it was a real person 💀

[ ◉¯] spent weeks on end flirting and ofc had to gush about it (like the true degenerate she is)

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spacenerd: dude shes hot

제시: whos hot

[spacenerd has sent an attachment]

dinasure: uh ellie

spacenerd: ??

dinasure: gonna hold ur hand when I say this 😃

spacenerd: she replies quick tho plus shes really nice ;)

제시: bet

spacenerd: huh

제시: bro so is siri

spacenerd: siri cant say stuff like rate my tits??

dinasure: issa bot u moron 💀

[spacenerd has sent a voicenote]

▷ 0:00 ───|────── 0:30

dinasure: fuck no

dinasure: bro just block

제시: ^yea pretty sure @bot_bae ain’t real 😭

spacenerd: SHE SO IS

dinasure: chile…anyways so

spacenerd: u know wat

[spacenerd has left the chat]

dinasure: LMAOO cryingsh

dinasure: think u hurt her feelings

제시:no cap that is sad

dinasure: real like how tf u gonna get catfished by a bot and fall in LOVE 🙃

제시: YEAH bro really down bad for ( . )( . )

dinasure: PLSSSJH

[spacenerd has joined the chat]

spacenerd: IT WAS A GOOD BOT OK

dinasure: i have more chemistry with chatgpt

spacenerd: stfu

spacenerd: n D u dont get to come for me when u deadass fucked a twilight bot

dinasure: bitch its called rp

dinasure: n that was like ONE time

spacenerd: me when i lie

dinasure: i like my men less sparkly now!!!

jesse is typing . . . ╰──╮

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[ ◉¯] unlike ellie—jesse takes his social media presence very seriously

[ ◉¯] got like +8k followers (most of which are girls) cause that man is a snack (duh)

[ ◉¯] his whole vibe is mellow but cool

[ ◉¯] like his IG feed reads like an episode of Crazy Rich Asians (with the extra added thirst traps of course)

[ ◉¯] aka a perfectly curated mix of aesthetic photos, artsy shots, friends/family and ofc his dog Yeontan

[ ◉¯] definitely the type of boyfriend to post unflattering pics of his gf but not out of malice

[ ◉¯] but you know in a—i’m obnoxiously in love sorta way

[ ◉¯] he may be bilingual but he’s very much in touch with his culture—like dude got a bunch of pics of him back in the Motherland

[ ◉¯] ellie low-key tries to get him to teach her a few curse words in Korean but like 99% of the time ends up teaching her the wrong words instead

[ ◉¯] ofc his username is in hangul— (if anything it’s to make his mom happy—because yes he follows her back on Insta)

[ ◉¯ ] and yes he’s such a boy mom—dina and ellie give him a ton of shit for it

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spacenerd: totally know what that means frfr

dinasure: oppa?

제시: 죽을래?

google translation: you want to die?

[ ◉¯] it’s an inside joke, lord knows how many kpop stans flood his dms—in which he makes the point to block them on site (as he should lol) because korean he may BE—your oppa he is NOT

[ ◉¯] yeah—he makes it pretty damn clear in his bio “yall gotta stop with the BTS shit”

dina is typing . . . ╰──╮

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[ ◉¯] Dina’s THAT bitch

[ ◉¯] got like +30k followers—is the whole package; hot—effortlessly cool, funny, charismatic (it’s literally unfair)

[ ◉¯] ofc she’s been scouted by at least three modelling agencies

[ ◉¯] and her pictures? flawless—we’re talking gorgeous—goddess-esque—baddie

[ ◉¯] literally the worst part about being friends with Dina: is how ridiculously photogenic she is

[ ◉¯] can roll up out of bed, unshowered, bare-faced and still look hot af (god has favourites I suppose)

[ ◉¯] definitely the type to have the most engagement (via replies, comments, shares, tagged—you name it)

[ ◉¯] absolutely loves sharing her hot girl adventures/outings—fr the embodiment of hot girl summer

[ ◉¯] expect an assortment of her hiking, visiting galleries, cafés, festivals + parties, and of course her many different fits (not that anyone’s complaining)

[ ◉¯] bio reads: my mom thinks I’m cool

[ ◉¯] don’t get me started on her simps—if delulu were a person, it would be Dina’s cult of fanboys

[ ◉¯] one time a dude wrote her poetry—straight up typed a whole ass sonnet ( Shakespeare reincarnate but in simptongue)

[ ◉¯] in which of course her friends had to add their two cents

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spacenerd: its always ily but never

spacenerd: my queen i kneel, my heart it weeps 😞

제시: lmaooooo 💀

[ ◉¯]not just down bad— we’re talking the most absurd, thirsty/depraved comments—

whitedevil commented: Id let you ruin my life

christian.not.jay commented: feet? 🤤

chrislovesyou commented: looked at my girl and sighed

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[ ◉¯] imagine the heartbreak if they ever found out she has a whole ass man (cue what does she SEE in him)

[ ◉¯] so much salt it could fill a whole an entire ocean

cat is typing . . . ╰──╮

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[ ◉¯] Cat’s account oozes creativity—doodles, sketches, watercolour—digital art the whole nine yards

[ ◉¯] her feed is basically one giant art gallery—like an extension of her art portfolio

[ ◉¯] so if you’re looking for an artsy feed, look no further

[ ◉¯] def an alt girlie (lowkey goth/punk lite) aka dark and edgy but with a soft side to her

[ ◉¯] and by lowkey I mean a beautiful—soft, kind of morbid artistry

[ ◉¯] the vibes she exudes with the outfits, piercings, the makeup and tattoos? (Chefs kiss) high key hot but intimidating

[ ◉¯] not too keen with the whole parasocial thing— “eh it’s nice having people look at my work, but not for me” kinda vibe

[ ◉¯] the type to solely use it for promotional purposes that and activism (btw NOT just for the brownie points like would deadass go outside, touch grass and do something about it)

[ ◉¯] definitely advocates for the environment—supports charities and organizations who fight against systematic oppression (racism, misogyny, etc.)

[ ◉¯] which is one of many reasons why Ellie’s got a huge fat ass crush on her (if it wasn’t already so obvious)

[ ◉¯] proudly Asian—wears it like a badge of honour and is the first to call out racists (and homophobes) any KIND of bigotry tbh

[ ◉¯] her bio reads—“life’s too short for shitty music” and “gay btw��� :)” y’know for the losers that might need a little disclaimer

[ ◉¯] not a fan of stupid Asian stereotypes

[ ◉¯] you just know she gets a ton of gross fetishizing DMs (like why do they ALWAYS have an anime pfp)

[ ◉¯] because ruthless she can be with her clap backs

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tagging my besties @bonnibelblanca @adhdprincess ily

[joanquill]

If you’re requests are open(feel free to ignore this if not) HEAR ME OUT, headcanons/imagine/whatever you wanna do really with the moriarty bros liking a childhood friend(separately or they can all like the. Friend that’s up to you) like maybe it was the kid that one duchess adopted(yknow the one that made Earl Moriarty feel like he had to adopt a kid) cause like the duchess was like an actual nice person who wanted to help the poor an all that so maybe she raised the orphan the same way?(im so heckin sorry if none of this makes sense my dude, I’m horrible at this rip)

Being Childhood Friends with the Moriarty Brothers

Albert, William, and Louis James Moriarty

A/N: It's okay my guy! It was clear and it was really fun writing this one :) I may have forgotten the romance part last minute asjkas so it's longer than normal :') Tag/s: Long (1.7k words)

Growing up in the orphanage since you were a baby, you have half given up on the idea of being adopted.

So the fact that a kind woman-- a duchess no less, adopted you was a surprise you never saw coming.

But you were grateful for your new life and the woman you now call your mother for this second chance.

Coming from rock bottom yourself, you and the duchess worked hard with foundations and charities for the poor and unfortunate, even if it meant scandals and rumors circling around you and your new family.

However, your new title didn't mean anything to other noble kids.

You were scrutinized and avoided like a plague by other noble families.

This didn't come as a surprise, but it was still uncomfortable attending balls and having everyone stay five feet away from you, spreading rumors about you being riddled with disease.

The duchess defended you, saying despite not being bound by blood, you were her child through and through and a noble.

Unfortunately, her words only fell on deaf ears.

Not that you mind, knowing firsthand how the rich treat the poor on the streets.

Worried about you feeling lonely, your mother tried to make friends with other fellow mothers and set up a playdate or tea parties, rich or poor.

Even when you tried to play nice with other nobles, as suggested by the duchess, the noble kids didn't give you a chance.

It also didn't help with their mothers calling your mother a hedge creeper, wagtail, or their husband's mistress.

To say you were banned from a couple of tea parties was an understatement.

However, hearing Lord Moriarty also adopted kids, the duchess wasted no time setting up a playdate for you.

Albert James Moriarty

You two have actually met before during a party.

Granted, scaring the kids who threw rocks at you to run into a thorny rose bush was not the best first impression, but it did make quite an impact on him.

He found you in the gardens, admiring the flowers, when a group of kids thought it would be funny to throw rocks at you.

He was about to tell off the kids until one threw a rock especially hard, making you fall on your face.

Snapping, you decided to play along with their accusations of you being diseased.

A limp in your step, hoarse voice, reaching out your arms to them as you chased them through the gardens and made them run through a thorny bush, making you smile in triumph.

Albert saw the whole thing, hiding a smile behind his hand as he watched you dust yourself off.

He was about to introduce himself to you until he saw your forehead bleeding and led you back inside to treat your wound.

It may not have been the best way, but hey! You made a friend!

Ever since that day, you would always look for Albert and follow him around for the rest of the gathering.

You knew his mother hated you, and his brother saw you as an insect. But you just completely ignore them and talk to Albert, making the two furious.

He taught you the etiquette needed to see in nobles and even the dances for different music.

If you two weren't outside avoiding the party, you two were talking and eating in the corner off in your own world.

Because of this, some noble kids started trying to get close to you to reach Albert or just hate your complete existence.

Despite all this, you kept hanging out with Albert unapologetically, seeing he was as lonely as you were in this rich man's world.

NOW while he only saw you as a good friend, Albert knew he wanted to stay by your side as long as he could.

Sneaking out of parties, knowing looks, and inside jokes the two of you only knew were some of his treasured memories.

However, he also knew the judging stares of other nobles, saying you weren't supposed to be here.

He tried to step away, hoping you would be safer if you had some distance, but he would always find you within arm's reach.

You kept smiling and being yourself despite everyone around you waiting for one mistake to drag you down.

You were the only one who was a genuine friend to him, wanting nothing in return but his company.

While you were rough around the edges as a noble, you were a gem as a person, always lending a helping hand to those in need.

You were also the only one who would accompany him during his trips to the orphanages or outreach programs.

He would even catch you volunteering, hosting charities, or helping others with your own pocket money.

So when he saw you jumping into traffic to save a child, tattering your outfit in the process but smiling in relief to see the child was safe, he knew he couldn't let you go.

William James Moriarty

The first time you heard about William was from Albert about how he met a genius orphan who knew how to read advanced books at a young age and even gave advice to adults despite being a child.

And now, here you were on a playdate with him and his younger brother.

You tried getting close to the two, seeing how Albert praised them and wanted to get to know them better.

But you couldn't help but notice an invisible wall around the two brothers. Especially William.

While William was friendly from the start, you noticed something lurking behind his smile.

This didn't stop you from trying to be friends with them, though.

Relying on Albert's stories (and Albert himself), you tried getting close to William through his intellect.

Reading books together, visiting museums and art galleries, going to the public library, even showing him your own textbooks from your school.

His teasing you for your wrong answers was not welcomed, though.

Whenever you would ask him something, no matter how absurd, he always entertained you and gave you an answer.

During your talks, you would always have tea and snacks ready, considering how some of them would last for hours.

Slowly, William started to make the first move and approach you.

Offering to teach you lessons you found difficult, offering a tea party, or suggesting somewhere new for you four to visit.

Despite noticing the distance between you two getting smaller, you could still feel the invisible wall between you.

However, this didn't stop you from befriending the boy and treating him like the kid he was.

When he first met you, he thought you were only interesting, seeing as you were the reason he and Louis got adopted in the first place.

When he would approach you, it was only to feed your curiosity, seeing as you had a lot of questions about different things.

He would always give you an answer, watching your expression change as you listen to him.

Slowly, he started enjoying talking to you, amused at how you would find interest in the most bizarre things, ranging from random trivia to high-level knowledge.

That was until he found out you were asking for advice on how to put on successful charities and programs to help people.

When you revealed to him your plans to make a hospital for the impaired, you were proud of yourself for surprising the boy.

Even more when you told him you'd make sure to give him the recognition he deserved.

Considering how his intellect was only used for simple things such as growing flowers or for schemes like robbing a bank, you were a refreshing change of pace.

Now whenever you would ask him something, he would try to guess what you had planned through your questions, sometimes even teasing you when he got it right (which was all the time).

It became a little game between you two, one which he would look forward to and catch himself smiling at the sight of you.

Louis James Moriarty

Louis was the hardest one to become friends with.

He never left William's side and would keep his eyes on you.

Whenever you tried to talk to Louis, he only gave you short answers.

However, this didn't faze you as you kept trying to find a middle ground.

Not surprisingly, he would liven up whenever you would mention or compliment William.

Much to the boy's dismay, who is usually no farther than three feet away from you both.

Considering he had heart surgery, you tried to be considerate and only hang out at the Moriarty manor to spend time with him.

This was how you found out how he was treated by the staff.

While the butler treated you better for being a guest, you didn't excuse his treatment of Louis.

Now, you always help Louis with his chores and glare at the butler whenever Louis mentions the things he made him do.

One day, you offhanded mentioned how strong Louis must have been, going through everything he had.

Surprised by the sudden compliment, he mutters how untrue it was and what a burden he was to his brother.

This made you shower him with praise, saying he should be more confident in himself.

After that, Louis started warming up to you. Even greeting you as soon as you arrive with a smile on his face.

You may have bragged to Albert about being the first one to befriend Louis out of you two. 

At first, he was wary of you. Despite knowing you were also adopted, he didn't trust you.

But you would always make an effort to get to know Louis, even doing chores with him and defending him whenever you visit.

You never looked at him with pity and treated him just like another kid.

Whenever you and his brothers would play, you would always invite Louis and even pull him along, whether it was just hanging out in the manor or visiting some exotic spot in the city.

You would always listen and pay attention to him, making sure he was heard and seen by others whenever he spoke up.

And whenever he spoke ill of himself, you try to boost his confidence and point out his good points with clear eyes.

So when you called him strong and said how much he meant to you and his brothers, he knew you weren't lying.

Slowly, Louis started warming up to you and even clinging to you, which didn't go unnoticed by you three.

You may have cried tears of joy while William and Albert clapped for you.

Now, he considers you one of his trusted confidants and was always the first to greet you, even preparing your favorite tea and snacks in advance for your visits.

[rgbyshipper101]

Hello friends! Welcome to my Phic Phight Phic!

This one is for Chord @berry-berry-blu Enjoy friend!

This can be read as pitch pearl (heroic amusement) or pitch pals, whichever you prefer.

Super Is Not Having Fun

“Time’s up!”

Fun screamed as he was hauled off his bed and onto the floor. He groaned as he impacted the rug, dizzy from the unexpected fall.

“I let you have it all night and now it’s officially my turn.” Fun heard ruffling from above but was too tired to look up. “Come on, get up. You actually get to go to school on time, my other half.” Super paused his speech before huffing, “Don’t just lay there!”

“My face hurts.” Why does he do this? Waking up peacefully for once would be nice. “You got a thing seeing me like this?”

“Oh hush you, you and I both know you would have slept through your alarm.” Fun felt hands glide under his armpits and braced himself as he was lifted onto his butt. “No need to be dramatic.”

“That’s your job,” Fun said, annoyed, “and stop stealing my bedsheet when I’m sleeping on it.”

“Tch, no can do I’m afraid. You would not have woken up otherwise.” He hugged the sheet tighter to himself. “Besides, this is also mine and we must share it accordingly every twelve hours per our agreement.”

Fun grimaced at the reminder. The blanket was too hot to use in this heatwave so Fun had to rely on his ceiling fan, his standing fan, and his sheet. Well, their sheet, which Super didn’t even need.

He grumbled as he stood up before Super. “Why are you so adamant about this stupid sheet?” Fun grabbed it with two fingers. “You don’t sleep. You’re not cold since you radiate frost like a freezer. It gets caught when you’re out there fighting the ‘evil-doers.’ I don’t understand your problem, dude.”

Super snatched it back, tying the ends around his neck. “There’s no problem. My cape is part of my persona. It lets the public know how I’m their full-time superhero!” He slapped his hands to his hips, puffed up his chest, and grinned at Fun.

“They think you’re weird,” Fun snorted. “As do I. You don’t need to wear it. It doesn’t define your superheroness.”

“It is a requirement!” Super looked frantic, eyes wide and mouth askew. “It is a necessary component to my identity! The fact that I have to give it to you for half the time doesn’t show the citizens my true intentions.”

Fun rubbed his cheek and gave a big yawn. “Ugh, it’s too early for this.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, you irritating individual? What kind of ludicrous statement is that?”

“Chill dude,” Fun glared, annoyed, “I told you you don’t need it. Now who’s the one being dramatic?”

“The horrendous heat must be clogging your brain since you could just, I don’t know, turn off your fan?”

“I need both and the sheet!” Fun jabbed his finger into Super’s chest. “You and I both know we can’t fall asleep without it, breeze or no breeze.”

“You humans and your sleep rituals. Can’t you use another sheet from the linen closet?”

“Why should I if this one is perfectly good?”

“Are you that lazy?” Super yelled, exasperated.

“I like mine. And what’s your excuse then?”

“I prefer the one that I’ve used all my life.”

“You gotta be kidding me. This is bogus, man. Why can’t you just let it be?”

“Why should I?”

“Cause you don’t need this, like, cotton material tied around your neck to showcase your status to the world.”

“Yes I do!”

“Why then?” Fun was in Super’s face at his point. “Why is it so important to you?”

“It just is!”

“Why, Super?” Fun grabbed his shoulders. “Why is it so important to wear it outside and worrying if it gets stained or ruined or, or whatever!” He grabbed the ends and untied it. “Gimme this-”

“No!” Super twirled around and Fun lost his balance, falling on the floor again.

“Ugh, what the hell? I don’t need to go through this twice in one day!”

“It’s mine now!” Super growled, shaking. “It’s my turn! I need it! I-” He shook his head and gritted his teeth.

“This is getting silly now, dude. Stop being ridiculous and gimme the stupid-”

“It’s not stupid!” Super flew up into the air. “That’s it! I don’t want to hear this anymore! I-I’m leaving!” He curled his cape tighter around himself. “Don’t bother me anymore, human!”

“Wait!” But it was too late. Super already turned intangible and left. Fun sighed. “Great.”

xxx

“Whoa!” Fun nearly missed getting knocked six ways to Sunday from Technus’ staff. He finally got the mad scientist’s ghost powers immobilized but he didn’t account for brute strength.

“Nice try, child, but I still got power over you. I, Technus, shall defeat you and Boy Wonder without any extra abilities!”

“Not on your afterlife!” Fun snatched him with the Jack-o-Nine Tails and threw him to the side, the staff twirling in the air before landing a few feet away. Fun sucked it up in the thermos.

“No! You are not winning again! This is impossible. You are still weak from before.”

“Tell me about it,” Fun grumbled. Skulker got him good earlier. It took him two hours to defeat him. Tucker and Sam are still in school and he didn’t want to drag them down with him. He was used to skipping.

He thought he wouldn’t have to keep doing this anymore or at least during the day. But he had no choice.

Maybe he shouldn’t have pushed Super’s buttons. He’s been missing for days. Fun didn’t think any of it, thinking he just had to cool down. Video games, super slushies, and movie binges occupied his time besides stupid homework. He even grabbed the spare sheet on the second night. But three days?

Fun dodged another ectoblast, jumping in an alley to regroup. Too many ghosts caught wind of Super’s disappearance and are using it to their advantage. Fun’s not half-ghost anymore. He can’t keep up with it without super healing and sleep deprivation. His parents try to help but he has to make sure they don’t get captured or wasted. It’s starting to take a toll. And he was worried…

The air next to him started to condense and Fun quickly aimed the thermos towards it and powered it on. Technus screamed in surprise and disbelief as he was sucked in, his scream echoing until Fun placed the cap on.

Fun collapsed against the wall in exhaustion, breathing heavy. Finally. He thinks that was the last one. Hopefully.

His watch beeped and he winced, peeking over to it. 3:00pm. He skipped half a day today. Damn, he’s in big trouble. Oh well, not like his teachers weren’t used to it already. Fun clicked it off before standing up. Too late to go back now, and there is one ghost he still needs to catch.

Now where to look…

xxx

In hindsight, this should’ve been the first place to look. But Fun thought he’d be somewhere else like practicing in the Far Frozen or checking up on Dora. He didn’t expect him to be in his lair the whole time. But no other ghost had seen him.

Super’s lair had a purple door like everyone else except unlike everyone else he kept the inside simple since he hardly used it. It housed a generic room for rest with a queen-sized bed, TV, small kitchenette for ectoplasm and bathroom with first aid kits and medicine. The bathroom was mostly for Fun’s benefit since he usually stayed with Super during their visits.

Usually.

Fun parked the Specter Speeder next to the entrance and knocked Shave and a Haircut on the door. Silence. He fidgeted, getting uncomfortable when Super didn’t answer. He knows he’s there since he can see the lock in place.

Maybe he doesn’t know it’s not a threat? “Super dude,” Fun called, “it’s me. Open up.”

Nothing happened although Fun thought he heard some rustling. “Please?”

Fun waited outside for five minutes, getting more anxious as time went on before he heard a click. He scrambled out of his seat before grabbing the door handle, missing it a few times. He slowly opened it to a dim room lit by Super’s glow and the TV.

Super himself was laid down, facing away from him and surrounded by plushies. The room was immaculate as always with everything put away neatly and cleaned to a nth degree.

Fun swallowed as he jumped inside and locked the door. Did he not move from the bed, or did he just clean up really well? Usually Fun would give a quip to make Super laugh, but he didn’t think it would go over well. This wasn’t like him.

The ghost’s back was tense and hair messed up. His arms were around himself, as if trying to hide himself from the outside world. Super didn’t move even when Fun came in, choosing to remain motionless. It was starting to unnerve Fun, not used to the serious atmosphere.

Fun didn’t know whether to walk towards him or not, but Super decided that for him. He slowly sat up, still facing away. He rubbed his head and slid it down to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I kept it too long, I know,” Super said, picking up the white sheet covering him and folded it. “Here.” He held it out.

Fun watched him for a minute before walking forward. Reaching a hand out, he closed Super’s fist over the sheet instead of taking it. Super was startled enough to look over at him and Fun saw green-rimmed green eyes filled with sadness. Fun held his breath, he never saw him like this. This couldn’t just be about the sheet, could it?

“Dude-Super-I don’t care about who’s turn it is with the sheet. Have you been here the last few days? It’s not like you to just leave. Even if we argue you’re still beating ghosts to a pulp, exercising your alliteration.” He was glad he was able to stay in class enough to learn about figurative language. Now he can tell what Super’s witticisms are. “Did I do something?” Fun mumbled, quietly. The last thing he wanted was to actually hurt Super.

The ghost shook his head. “Just thinking. And watching Ghost News.” He grimaced. “Honestly these fellows are much more uncivilized than the scoundrels I fight everyday.”

“Well dude,” Fun said, sitting himself next to Super, “that’s why you’re in the Human World since it is more civilized. But since you haven’t, and I know you loathe staying here for long periods of time, what’s the occasion?”

“No occasion. Just replenishing the reserves.”

“Yeah sure, I can believe that. But only if it were for one day, and based on the last time I saw you, there might be another reason.” Fun’s eyes softened, holding Super’s guarded ones. “I was worried.”

Super broke, blinking rapidly and biting his lip. He slapped a hand to his face, the smack resonating between them. “I just,” he sighed, “needed time alone.

“I’m sorry for acting dramatic but…I guess I got a little too defensive. My cape,” he pulled it close to him, “It not only helps my purpose, but I use it as a base for who I once was before we split and as a connection between me and you.

“I know it’s silly and I can use anything else but I chose this. And it makes me feel like I can do my job and be a part of my family-” he winced, “well, past-family. I guess I just liked pretending a little too much. No need to worry your little raven head over it. I’ll just try harder to forget.”

“No,” Fun grabbed Super’s arms, turning him around gently to face him, “I’m the one that should be apologizing. I didn’t realize how much it meant to you. I should’ve expected something since we have a whole system established. And you have a family. It just shifted a few degrees. Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and me are still here for you, dude.” Fun pulled Super close and wrapped his arms around him, fingers threaded through white hair and one hand clenching his suit. “Why do you think I told you to have us go by ‘Super’ and ‘Fun’ and not ‘Danny’ and ‘Phantom?’ Cause we’re both named Danny!”

Super didn’t reply but Fun felt him encircle his waist, burying his face in Fun’s shoulder. Fun rubbed circles in his back and kissed his temple, berating himself mentally on not coming sooner. He hated when someone he loved was hurting. He never wanted Super to feel alone. One of the reasons they split was so they could have and confide in each other.

“You can keep your cape. I can pass out and sleep like the dead with a sweater as a covering.” Fun pulled back to grin at Super, “as long as I can keep my personal alarm clock.” He winked.

That pulled a watery chuckle from the superhero. “I better not hear any lip from you from now on.”

“No promises, Super-dude,” he grinned, happy to finally see life in those eyes again.

xxx

“BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!”

Fun screeched, flopping around on the bed before tumbling down, a few plushies falling on top of him. The extra pound on him blocked his view of the beaming ghost above him. He decided to spend the night with Super to hang out. Chatting and playing took up their time but Fun missed just having a night to relax and enjoy something fun. It had only been a week or so but he wasn’t used to fighting as much anymore so the break was nice.

This? Not so much.

“Rise and shine, human,” Super grinned, kicking his feet from his position on the bed. “Bright and early on this fantastic day.”

“Ugh, this is not what I meant by alarm clock,” Fun groaned, getting up. He stretched languidly before yawning wide. “Better fly me back home and to school quickly, dude. I don’t need another detention.”

Fun got dressed and brushed his teeth as Super watched TV, already up and at em like the morning ghost he was (didn’t matter if he rarely slept, he was still an early bird). Eggs and bacon were already made for him and he greedily scarfed it down with orange juice. He fluffed up his hair a bit and sighed. “Alright, done.”

“Hmm?”

“Let’s go, Soup! I don’t need Lancer to call Mom and Dad again. And I know you’re just dying to go back to work.”

“Fun, Fun, Fun,” Super tsked, wagging his finger at him. He side-eyed Fun as his mouth morphed into a sly smile. “Today is Saturday, you silly specimen.”

Silence.

Super screamed as Fun ran towards him at lightning speed and tackled him, joy in his voice for the first time in days.

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Nothing Ever After

Chapter 5

chapter warnings: alcohol, guys being dudes

this was one of my favourite chapters to write :) also we finally get around to mr chenzo mauro coming into the story…

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The hotel room smelled strongly of perfume as you were getting ready for your first night out in years, leaning in towards the lit up bathroom mirror as you touched up your lip gloss, catching Noah watching you from his bed, before he asked you to change the song that had come on next on your phone, which happened to be ain’t it fun by Paramore.

You were surprised that last night didn’t cause an awkward atmosphere between the two of you, not that it should have, so you didn’t dare bring up the pet name drop. Noah spent the day with Matt and Nicholas moving their equipment into the venue for tomorrow night, joined by some of the Motionless guys whilst you explored the city with Bryan, Nick and Jolly. 

“I can’t believe you’re not coming too.” You pouted, catching Noah’s eye in the mirror. You had gotten into an argument earlier this evening about going out, Noah had told you that you were here on this tour to work, but you countered that by saying you’re not exactly working until tomorrow, and he seemed to have nothing to say to that.

“My partying days are long gone, I can just about tolerate album releases or birthdays now.” 

“Okay, grandpa!” You teased, making him raise his eyebrows.

“Hey, I'm only 2 years older than you! Just find out how old Ryan and Vin are before you call me grandpa, sweetheart.” He placed a hand on his hip, making you chuckle. 

“Maybe I will.” You smirked, checking the time on your phone before turning the bathroom light off and sitting at the end of Noah’s bed. 

“You look nice.” Noah said, dropping the sassy act as he sat up, making your cheeks flush red. But you brushed it off.

“Thank you.” You smiled, trying not to show just how flustered that comment made you. “Folio said we’re getting an uber there at 10 so I better go and meet him.” 

Noah nodded his head. 

“Stay safe, okay? I know you’ll be with the guys and I trust them, but be careful, watch your drink.”

“I appreciate your concern but I’m an adult, Noah. I can look after myself. I’ll see you when I get back.” You said with a smile and a little wave as you left the hotel room and headed down to meet up with Bryan and Nick. 

“Wow!” Nick’s eyes widened, sitting up in the arm chair he had sunk into, “you look… amazing!” 

“Thanks Folio.” You smiled, doing a twirl, showing off the outfit you rushed to buy whilst you were in the city this afternoon. 

“Please! I’d usually have my friends to help me pick an outfit but they’re in a completely different time zone right now and I need someone to tell me if it sucks!” You pleaded with Nick, Bryan and Jolly to come in the store with you. 

Your begging seemed to have worked as they eventually gave in and followed you through the store as you picked out some items before putting them back to swap for others. Eventually, with the help of the three guys, you found what you thought was a perfect outfit, exactly your style and you went into the changing room cubicle to try it on. 

As you walked out the guys cheered, you were almost certain it wasn’t for the outfit choice but the fact it meant you could leave the store and get pizza. 

“I still think it would look better on me.” Jolly snickered on the way out of the store, and you hit him with the bag. 

“What did Noah think of it?” Folio wiggled his eyebrows and you looked at him, confused at what he meant by that.

“I think he liked it, why?” 

“Oh, no reason…” He smiled, before adding, “He wasn’t in the store with us earlier, he didn’t get to see it when we did!”

You ignored him as you made your way out to wait for the uber.

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Once you had gotten into the club, you met up with Ryan and Vinny. Bryan offered to get drinks for you all, but Ryan insisted he got the first round, and you all followed him to the bar. 

“Think you’ll find anyone to take back to your room tonight?” You heard Ryan say to Vin, a teasing tone in his voice. 

“Nah, not tonight, man. I just want to get up there and DJ again.” 

“Go and ask,” Folio laughed, “The worst they can say is no and turn you away.” 

“Now that is a good point.” Vinny pointed a finger at Nick, “If you guys can’t find me I’ll be up there fucking it up!” 

"Go Vin!" Ryan laughed as Vinny found his way to the stage.

Bryan passed you your drink, you weren’t too sure what to get so you played it safe with a vodka redbull as the guys all had some kind of whiskey or beer.

Nick and Bryan were having a conversation, so you decided you'd take this as an opportunity to get to know Ryan.

"So how long have been in the band?" You asked, taking a sip of your drink.

"Too long," he chuckled, "I think it's been about 16 years now."

"Really?" You gasped, "how long have you guys been going? I had no idea it's been that long?"

"Twenty years, but Chris is the only one who's been here since the beginning, we haven't found a replacement for him yet." He laughed, taking a sip of his beer.

"So you guys all replaced the originals?"

"Well I wouldn't word it like that," he said, "I joined in 2008 and then Rick joined a year later, we've had Vin since 2014 and we aquired Justin five years ago, I think... I can't remember." He laughs. "I'll spare you the details of all the others, so how long have you been doing photography?"

"Since I was in school," you say, watching as Nick and Bryan began walking over to you two, "I'd say it's almost been 13 years now."

Nick changed the subject and the four of you began talking, until Ryan and Bryan went back to the bar for another drink. As you waited for them to come back, you and Folio just stood about, people-watching.

“So,” Folio said, “you said you haven’t had a night out in a while, how you feeling?”

“I don’t know if I’m just getting older but it seems a lot… different from what I remember.” 

“Yeah, the music's gotten worse that's for sure.” He laughed. 

As Nick said that, the song suddenly switched up and all of a sudden return of the mack started playing. 

“I guess they let Vinny DJ after all.” Ryan shouted over to you two. 

“It’s like he has this magic power that lets him get whatever he wants, I was almost certain they wouldn’t let him up there.” Nick laughed. “Anyway, I need to ask you something.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows and took a sip of your drink. 

“Okay… Go ahead.”

“You and Noah… I’ve kept it a secret but I saw you guys in the pool back home, I’ve seen the way he looks at you and the way you look at him-” 

“Nick, what are you talking about?”

“I’m just telling you to go for it! It’s clear you guys are into each other, and it's the perfect time now you're both sharing a room... it just makes sense.” 

“Yeah but let's say I do, and what if it backfires? What if he doesn’t feel the same way and I have to spend the next few months living in hell, having to be around him every minute of every day, I'd rather pack my bags and go home now!” 

“So you do like him!” Nick shouted, overjoyed for some reason you didn’t understand, it was like he knew something you didn't.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying-” 

“That is what you just said, the same way, what else would that mean?” 

“Why do you care so much? We’re best off as just friends whilst we’re on tour anyway.”

“I care because I love him, and you, y/n. I just want to see my friends happy!” 

“What’s going on?” Bryan asks as he joins you with Ryan by his side. 

“Y/n admitted it! She has feelings for Noah!” 

“I didn't! I fucking hate you guys. I just wanted to come out and have fun tonight and this is what I get instead?” 

“Hey, me and Bry haven’t even done anything.” Ryan defended the two of them, but it was too late, you’d gone. 

You wouldn’t act like you didn’t spot the guy staring at you as you talked to Nick, and so you decided to prove a point, that you didn’t have feelings for Noah, and walked straight over to him. 

The song suddenly changed again, and you moved to the beat as you approached this guy, he was also pretty hot so it’s not like you’d have to fake how much you were into him. He was pretty tall, you could see a few tattoos on his arms, his eyes looked a chocolate brown, he had brown stubble for a beard which matched his hair and he almost resembled Ben Barnes.

"What's your name?" He asked, his hand sliding to your waist.

"Y/n!" You give him a smile, which he returns.

"I'm Max."

He asked if you wanted another drink, and so you told him you’d have a strawberry daiquiri. You kept looking over at Folio every now and again, who kept his eye on you up until the moment you moved in to kiss Max, your hand on his cheek as you stood on your tiptoes- when someone bumped into you, making you spill your drink over yourself.

“What the f- Vinny?” 

“Shit, I.. I am so sorry, oh my… How do I...” 

Neither of you knew what to do, so you both stood completely still, and Max laughed before wandering off to another girl. 

“Fuck, let me help you clean up, where’s the bathrooms?”

"Over there?"

You both walked off in the direction the sign pointed in, although it happened to be the mens bathroom. However, since there was nobody in there you didn't care, rushing to the sink.

You looked in the mirror to see your top had a massive red stain, as Vinny gathered some tissues to help wipe the mess up. 

“I look fucking stupid!” You groaned, to which Vinny apologised once more. 

He began to wipe your top as you worked on wringing it out of your hair which it had also gotten on to, beginning to laugh at how ridiculous this situation is. However, when Vinny suddenly noticed he was wiping your boob and you didn't appear to be wearing a bra, he felt a rush go through his body and his hands froze momentarily. 

“We haven’t even been properly introduced yet, I’m so sorry this is how it had to be.” You chuckled, taking a couple tissues from the counter and taking over from him as he stepped back. 

“It’s okay,” he smiled, “so you’re y/n? Our temporary photographer, right?” He asked, properly taking in how you looked for the first time as you desperately scrubbed at your top.

“That’s right, and you’re a DJ?” You smirked. 

“I was for about five minutes before they kicked me off! They saw the song I was about to play next and I guess they just didn’t have taste.”

You laughed, wondering what it could’ve been, still wiping at your top. 

“Is it coming off?” He asked, feeling bad as he watched as you shook your head. 

“Y’know I might just go back to the hotel-”

“Hey, no! Don’t let your night be over just because of me.”

“It’s not that, I just don’t feel like it tonight, I'm not having fun like I used to.” You sighed, “plus my outfits ruined.” 

You could tell Vinny was about to apologise again, but he stopped himself and instead he suddenly took his sweater off, and handed it over to you. 

“I was wondering where this was about to go…” You smirk as you take it from him and turn around, you couldn’t help but melt slightly at the smell of as you slipped it over your head. 

“I mean… I haven’t fucked in a club bathroom for about 8 years but if-” You threw your wet top at him to shut him up as you turn back around. 

“You at least owe me another drink first.” You chuckle, fixing the black and brown striped sweater in the mirror. “How do I look?” 

“Cute,” he says, “it goes with your skirt.” He points out, and you smile as you realise he’s right. “So what are you drinking?”

You take your ruined top back from him, and you can’t help but notice how his arm flexed, and how his hands looked, and the rings on his fingers… it was all too much, you had only just met him! You tried to keep all your thoughts at bay, but it didn’t help that it seemed he had a flirty personality, one that you couldn't help but match. 

“Vodka lemonade please.” You smiled at him as you followed him back out. 

“Where the hell were- What is going on here?” Ryan shouts, laughing almost in disbelief as he watches you and Vinny return from the bathroom, with you now wearing his sweater. 

“It's not what it looks like!” You exclaim, as Vinny laughs. 

“I knocked into her and spilled her drink, I helped clean up the mess and now I’m getting another one to replace the one she lost- I lost.” Vin said with a smile as he walked over to the bar. 

“We were thinking of going soon,” you hear Bryan say as he tapped you on the shoulder, “I think Nick had too many shots and Noah would kill me if he’s hungover for the first show. Do you wanna come too or stay or...?”

“That’s okay, I’ll stay. Vinny’s just getting me another drink. I'd feel bad if I left.” 

“That’s fine! Just please text me or one of the guys to let us know you got back safe. I won’t say it in front of Nick after what he was saying earlier, but Noah asked if we could make sure you get back safe and don’t leave with some stranger.” 

“I'm not stupid!" You laugh, "Of course I'll stay safe, and I'll text you when I leave and when I'm back. See you tomorrow, Bry.” 

“I think I might leave too, actually.” Ryan says, “It was great to meet you, even if it was briefly, and I can’t wait to be working with you tomorrow. See ya!” 

“Bye, Ryan!” You smile, watching as he followed Bryan and Nick out. 

“Here. I'm so sorry, really,” Vin hands you your drink and you thank him, “where’s everyone gone?”

“Back to the hotel,” you say, taking a sip, “we’ve only been here a couple hours!” 

“It’s because they’re getting old, y/n! Justin didn’t come with us this time but he always used to, but he’s a dad now so he’s probably catching up on all that sleep.”

“How old are you?” You ask a little out of the blue, remembering what Noah had said to you earlier.

“Hey, they say to never ask a lady her age!” He says, slightly flipping his hair, causing you to smile. 

“Sorry ma’am!” 

“30.” He answers straight up and you almost spit your drink out. 

“No! You’re a liar Vincent.”

“I’m not… and that’s not my name!” He sasses, “And there’s me thinking you actually knew of us!” 

“So you’re just Vinny?” You ask, quite taken back by the news, “And anyway I know a couple of your songs, I wouldn’t say I’m like a fan or anything…”

Vinny raises his eyebrows.

“Are you shitting me?”

“Hey, I’m sorry! I’ll listen to you guys whilst I work on editing some pictures tomorrow and I’ll give you a review!” You smile, taking a sip of your drink.

“Now that’s more like it.” He smirks, taking a sip of his drink. “And it’s Vincenzo actually.”

“That’s cute, Vincenzo… is that…”

“Italian,” he answers, shaking his head, “But please don’t ask me to speak Italian, I’m actually from New Jersey.”

“Oh cool!” You smile, also telling him where you’re from, “so New Jersey, that’s like next to New York isn’t it… interesting…”

Vinny looked rather confused at your thinking face. 

“What? What’s interesting?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you look like Timothee Chal-”

“Yes, they have." He interrupted, "And yes, I see it in some pictures.” He sighs, and you laugh. “Is that your way of calling me hot?” He raises an eyebrow. 

“Well, given the chance I would give everything up for a chance with him from little women, so…”

You couldn’t deny Vinny was very attractive, not only in his looks but his personality too. He was a double threat, he was dangerous.

“So… you are calling me hot?” He smirked. The lighting in this place wasn’t doing you any favours as it only made him look better. 

“Are you like this with everyone?” You asked, a serious tone in your voice as you looked up at him. 

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, flirty?”

“I’ve been told I can be,” he smirked, “why?” 

“You’re so annoying.” You said, trying to hide your smile as you took a sip of your drink.

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Three drinks later, Vinny decided it was time to get you back to the hotel and into bed. He was relatively sober compared to you, as you were currently shouting at the people DJ-ing for not letting you and Vin back up there. 

“C’mon! We played better songs than this!” You argued, “I’ve never even heard of this shit before!” 

“Hey, c’mon,” Vinny put his hand on your waist, pulling you away from the main stage, “Sorry!” He shouted up to the guy who stood with his arms crossed. 

“You’ve really got no control over your girlfriend, huh?” He snickered, and Vin took a deep breath, knowing not to make the situation any worse than it was five minutes ago. 

“No. She’s her own person, and we’re leaving now. I apologise.” He said calmly before turning around and leading you out of the building. 

“I didn’t want to leave so early.” You frowned, slightly shivering as you walked by his side. 

“It’s not early,” he laughed, “it’s almost 2am, and I have to be up at 7.” 

“Shit, I’m so sorry for keeping you there… you could’ve gone back y’know…” 

“I wasn’t leaving you there by yourself, in a club in a city you’ve never been to before with the way you are.”

“I’m not even drunk!” You poked his side. 

“Then walk in a straight line.” He stopped walking and crossed his arms, looking at you as if to say ‘go on.’

You thought about it, but then shook your head, and he smirked. 

“Maybe I did drink a little too much, but my drinks were stronger than yours so that's not fair!” 

“It was your choice to have double shots of vodka, you could’ve had a single, or no alcohol at all?” 

“And why would I wanna do that?” You linked your arms together as you continued to walk, “How long does it take to walk back?” 

“About 20 minutes. We could’ve gotten an uber but I didn’t want to risk you being sick in it or anything.” 

“They told you, didn't they?” You sighed.

“Who told me what?” He chuckled, looking at you as you walked together. 

“Bryan’s 25th.”

“No… What happened?” 

“I vomited all over Noah, and myself, but mostly Noah… It was the first time I properly met him.”

“Oh shit.” He laughed, before suddenly pulling back from you, “wait, are you and Noah…”

“Are we what?” You stopped to look at him, you knew what he meant but you wanted him to say it.

“I dunno, not together but… are you guys a... thing? I just thought after seeing the two of you yesterday when we were getting off the bus-”

“No! Why does everyone think there’s something going on between us?!”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” He said, going quiet.

You sighed. 

“It’s okay, I’m sorry. Can I tell you something, Vinny?” You asked, your words a little slurred.

“Yeah, what's up?"

“I don’t know where I stand with Noah. Sure, I like him, I’ll admit that, but he'll give me mixed signals. And sometimes I feel like I annoy him. Am I annoying, Vin?”

“I don't know you well enough yet to answer that," he laughed, "But I'm sure he doesn't think that.”

“It’s like last night when I said I’d come out tonight with you guys, he had an attitude the whole way back to the hotel, until we went to our rooms- Shit I’m gonna wake him up when we get back!” 

“You two are sharing a room?" 

“It’s a long story, someone was gonna have to share and it only seemed fair I did because I had an extra bed. But- Shit I don't have the key to get in and I don’t want to have to wake him up.”

“Give him a call, he might still be awake.”

“You’re right!” You said, rushing to get your phone from your bag. 

It rang and rang but there was no answer. He was definitely asleep. 

“Fuck," you groaned when he didn't answer once more, stressfully running your fingers through your hair, "I don’t want to have to bang on the door to wake him up.”

“Look, I know this sounds crazy but for tonight why don’t you just stay in my room? We’ve all managed to get separate rooms this time around so I’ll ask Rick if I can share with him and-”

“No! I can’t kick you out of your room. We can share a bed, I don't bite! I'll even put a pillow between us if you want to.” You laughed. 

“Okay deal.” He smiled as he shook your hand.

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@rumoured-whispers @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lma1986 @thisbicc @dominuslunae @miss570 @miamore0570 @jilliemiw86 @itsyaboinoah

i can't explain how much i love vinny that guys always got me giggling kicking my feet when i write about him

[deadpool15]

Maybe 3?

TW: Fem Dom/ Sub Anton

Manipulation slight

“I can totally make you come 3 times baby. It would be light work for me if anything.” After I said that I saw Anton crouched down trying to hide his face while full on laughing at me. I know for a fact this dude is not laughing at me. “Are you laughing at me right now, I’m being serious like very serious.” He started to laugh even harder when I said that, “yea baby, I know that’s why it’s so fucking funny. You’re so serious, you actually believe everything you’re saying right now tiny and that’s hilarious.” I punched him straight in the fucking arm because what is wrong with him. “Are you for real right now? You don’t think I can make you cum 3 times.” He finally turned around to face me, “baby let’s be honest you can barely make me cum once. That’s fine though, you’re my perfect pillow princess.”

Hearing that I was beyond pissed, I mean sure he usually did all the work. Anton was the silent type, usually they never boast about their size or skills they simply show you and boy did he show me. He was huge, I mean I’ve seen cocks before in the past and no one has ever compared to Anton, he had a nice girth and was probably about 9-10 inches. The first time, I bragged to my friends how he wasn’t that good in bed and was about average size, that same night I cried on his cock because it wouldn’t fit. Leading him to be obsessed with our size difference. He loved the fact that I was so much smaller than him. He is shy all the time except when he is in the bedroom. He usually is the one to take charge but I mean that doesn’t mean I can’t do it from time to time. I simply choose not to. “Baby, did you hear me? I said I was going to hang with the boys today.”

Hearing that I finally came back from my thoughts. With the absolute best idea ever, “are you sure baby? Sure you don’t wanna play with me today?” I slowly watched as he turned around from to door to watch me open my legs. Wearing nothing but his shirt and a pair of shorts. “Baby, don’t do this now. I promised the boys I would go out with them today, I mean it’s been a while.” He moved closer to me while bending down to grab my hips in both his hands. “It’s been a while since you fucked me as well. Which promise means more to you?” Watching him fold was only the start of my beautiful plan. I pushed him towards the room sitting him on the bed while pushing him towards the headboard.

Moving forward with him and then stopping to sit on his lap, I leaned in to peck his lips knowing it wouldn’t be enough for Anton. One simple kiss never is enough. He chased after my lips, while I teased him he grabbed my neck and finally i smashed my lips on his. While he was distracted I reach in the bed for the handcuffs. Yes, I did in fact have a feeling that he would make fun of my advantage to make him cum before we had this conversation. He was so used to being in charge, I just needed to allow him to be my little baby for this day. Once he was cuffed I pulled away from his lips to stare at him. To see him in such a pathetic state was so amazing and maybe a little amusing to me. He tried to reach out for me only to realize he was restricted, noticing the his hands he started to laugh at me again. “Really baby, all cause I said you can’t make me cum without a little help? It’s ok you just lack the stamina baby it’s fine. You’re my tiny baby. Come here so I can make you feel good again. I know you want it.”

Once he started to finish speaking I could tell he was getting desperate for me to untie him. Good I need him to be all desperate. “Wanna bet? You think I can’t make you cum. I’m gonna show you, until I feel like you’ve had enough. Here are a couple of rules to follow though baby. You need to know I’m in charge not you means your word doesn’t matter here. And you will learn not to talk back. Lastly, you can cum as meany times as you want, I’m not cruel unlike you can be sometimes. I say when you have had enough.” Moving to kiss him lips again no I bite his bottom lips pulling it back a little, making my way towards his pants. Anton never really wore boxers these days, which in times like this I was very grateful for. I grabbed a hold of his zipped and started to pull the pants off altogether.

“There his is, wow baby you’re so hard. Did I do that?” He smiled at me, “of course you did baby. Only you can get me like this.” Hearing that made me happy, “I’m glad you know that sometimes it seems you forget.” Before he could shoot back a rebuttal I grabbed a hold of his cock and spat on it, jerking him off. His words came out muffed with his pitched moans. I leaned down to suck on the tip, knowing it was his weakness. “F-fuck, shit so good baby. Keep going.” Hearing that I immediately stopped. He whined out a pathetic why. “Who is in charge ton, say it.” Hearing nothing from him I proceeded to get up from the bed. He yelled out for me to stop. “Y-you are in charge tiny, just you not me. P-please just do something.” I smiled at him taking orders,” I knew you could do it baby.” Then, I shoved my mouth down as far as I could go.

Of course, not all of it could fit in my mouth so I jerked off the rest. Moving at a past I was good with, my jaw was burning while I sat there choking and gaging all over his cock. I looked up to see his head thrown back while he was muttering out swear words and praises. It wasn’t long before he shoot his seed straight into my mouth, hitting the very back of my throat. Yet, not all of it managed to make it in my mouth some landing on the sheets. As, Anton tried to gather himself I let go of his cock and slowly started fondling his balls then sucking on them. “W-wait fuck baby I just came. Hold on shit.” I ignored his pleas and moved my mouth straight back to his cock again. While still cupping his balls in one hand, squeezing them occasionally. This time it didn’t take him long, since he had already came it was fairly easy to make it happen again. He tried to close his legs to push me way by then I decided to be evil at that moment, deep throating him.

“Oo f-fuck.” And just like that I moved back and his cum shot straight in my face, all over my shirt and neck. Anton leaned back, all used and abused. I smiled at how overstimulated he looked right now. Then, I took the shirt off my body and slide the shorts off my legs. Leaving me in nothing but my panties. He finally looked at me and watched as his cum slide down my face and onto my neck and boobs. “Shit you’re unreal.” I laughed at that, sliding back on his lap. Throwing my leg over his thigh, to cage him in. “Baby, remember what you said? You wanted to make me feel good. And I haven’t gotten to cum. Can you make me cum please. Wanna cum on your cock please.” He stared at me only really focusing on my breast’s in this moment while nodding his head frantically.

Was this manipulation, you may ask? In a way of course. But I always manage to get what I want and I had a point to prove. Looking down he was hard as a rock again. At this rate I wouldn’t even have to do anything, he could probably get off just by looking at me. Slowly, I lined him up while looking into his eyes and sank down on him. It went in inch by inch, it was always a stretch with Anton, I could take it now I just needed a minute. He started to yank on the handcuffs yet again wanting to be feel with the stimulation wrapping around his cock right now. After a while, I finally sank down fully. He was balls deep inside of me and we both couldn’t stop moaning. Leaning in to kiss him all we could do is moan into each other’s mouths.

I moved at my own past while he leaned down to suck my nipple straight into his mouth. He had a thing for my boobs, why I would never think to question in this moment. Not when it felt so fucking good. He was hitting spots in my I could never reach not with my toys and definitely not my fingers. “So g-good tiny, love you so much right now. Look so beautiful on top of me. Best view.” I could tell by the words and the high pitched voice he was completely pussy drunk now. So, I began to bounce on him think my ass back in a way I knew he could never resist. He was hitting that spot so deep inside of me. “F-fuck so deep, in my stomach ton.” But looking at him he was gone just barely a brain in there. Looking down to watch the white ring around the base of his cock, caused by me. He threw his head back again while pushing his hips up further inside of me.

Eventually, he managed to get up, raising his knees up to stand on his feet and drill his hips into me. After a while, we both were close I could tell once he started to get tired and whispered in his ear to let me finish the job and I started to circle my hips in a motion I knew he loved and just like that he came inside of me causing me to cum right after him. We were both spent, yet I wasn’t finished. Gathering the rest of my strength i leaned into his ear. “One more baby. Just give me one more.” Hearing this his eyes widened, “can’t do another baby. I can’t.” I looked at him and started to pout, “yes you can baby just one more it all I need. Just always want your cock. Can’t get enough of it.” He shook his head free some time and I took that as the cue and started to bounce of him frantically. “Take them off p-please baby. I’ll be good for you. Always will.” Hearing that I contemplated taking them off. “Only for me?” He nodded his head. I reached up to unlock them, rubbing his wrists. But he quickly discarded that and pulled me closer by the hips, hugging my body.

While my head was on top of his, he held me closer and I started to move faster. “Can’t cum again tiny.” Hearing him speaking up I looked down at his face to notice the tears. Grabbing ahold of his face while still moving, “last time baby I promise. Just want you to cream my pussy again baby. Wanna feel it deep inside of me again. Wanna feel it for days, wanna feel you.” He groaned yet couldn’t stopped crying and pulled me back to him. The room was filled with moans, muffled cries and constant skin clapping. Cum swept across my face from Anton’s previous load. Getting an idea I leaned in to kiss him biting his bottom lip, having him cry out for more. It was filthy, smeared cum landed on his cheek and yet it felt so fucking good. I shoved my tongue in his mouth eating and swallowing his moans just like my pussy was swallowing his cock right now. We were beyond sweaty and tired but I refused to stop until I got my point across. “Shit baby love you so much.” Once he said those words I leaned my hand further down my body to play with my clit, knowing we were both about to cum. “Come on baby, give it to me fill me up. Want all your cum. Your tiny little cum bucket.” He moaned out loud and jerked his hips forward causing me to scream out loud as well. And then we both finished, completely exhausted.

After a minute, I moved to get up until Anton pulled me back down mumbling something about staying with him forever. I smiled and pushed his hair out the way, cuddling into him. “4 times ton.” He finally looked up at me and was able to actually give a coherent what. “I made you cum 4 times baby not 3.” He just smiled and held me closer pulling my waist further into his body, reaching down into that very spot again causing us both to moan with cock still being inside me. “Love you tiny.” I kissed his cheek while pulling the covers on top of us, “I love you too baby.” When I tried to move next to him he stopped me saying he wanted to stay inside tonight. “ it’s warm and cozy in there I love it.” I hit his head, “is that your way of saying I will wake up to you rutting into my pussy?” He laughed at that, “you mean a mind blowing sex, maybe.”

I literally rewrote this and the crazy past is, this version is ten times better. Weird shit, I’ve learned I won’t write at school cuz the internet always causing me to lose my work. And second sorry this took so long y’all, it’s like the end of the year is kicking in and I keep getting project after project. Thank you for being patient with me. Ignore that message saying I will quit writing I’m just dramatic as fuck. Love all y’all 🤷‍♀️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[f0point5]

I listened to a Christian horner podcast and he was talking about how his daughter who had never been interested in f1, suddenly wanted to come to the paddock cause she found charles hot. And how she just squealed about how hot he was when he passed by. And i think the host had a similar story about his daughter and her friends getting an interest because they liked how the drivers looked. (Talked about in a positive way, not judgemental or anything at all)

There's no need to deny the fact some drivers have the following they have largely due to their looks.

There's nothing misogynistic about acknowledging that some girls get into the sport because they find them nice to look at. That's a valid reason to get interested in something.

I got into the sport because I found a driver hot, and now after watching the sport they're not my favorite anymore, I like other drivers more.

I want a conversation about how such fans are very loud on social media while having no insight into f1 aside from their driver's Instagram and the articles and blogs that praise them, but i feel like all fangirls get caught in crossfire, and it does give some an excuse to be misogynistic, but there is some truth there.

Male fans have their own type of specific toxicity. So do female fans.

Agreed. There’s so many people online with loud opinions who are wilfully ignorant of the facts just because they like a driver. And that might be because he’s hot or it might be because they’re a member of a personality cult and can’t read a fucking rule (AD21 truthers I’m looking at you). They just ignore facts to build a narrative that supports this stranger that they’re obsessed with.

But yeah for me the real misogyny is the idea that finding a driver hot is not a reason to get into the sport, because isn’t that why men turn on movies, tv shows, or even women’s sports? So they’re allowed to be horny but somehow if a woman is it invalidates their interest in the sport? Newsflash dude at f1 arcade…it’s not like you’re fucking pit crew. We’re both just paying for an F1TV membership grow tf up.

And here’s the thing - I think people offended by the “girls think the drivers are hot” narrative are kind of being pick mes. They’re pandering to the idea that their interest can be validated by these neck beards if they can prove they’re “one of the serious girls with wheel knowledge”. Personally, I don’t want or need to be taken seriously by men because fyi…spectator sports are not serious. Watching f1 is not my job. I don’t need anyone to think I know wheel or think I can build a power unit. I have fun the way I have fun in the sport and that’s fine. And it should be fine. And anyone it’s not fine with is not someone whose approval I need. End of story, they can think what they want.

But I don’t think Christian meant that in any type of way. If I remember right he originally said that comment about Lando being good looking so girls like him and again…true, and also, that’s probably what he knows. He’s got a teenage stepdaughter who may or may not actually even enjoy the racing but ends up in the paddock and probably he tries to connect with her and her friends on their level because he wants to be cool dad and that’s the conversations he ends up being privy to. It’s just not that deep in my opinion.

[richeeduvie]

could you please write about princesas baby shower (or even a birthday party) and Lalo (or nacho I’m not picky) decides to invite Jesse bc he was the closest friend to princesa in ABQ??? PLZ I BEG 🦶✨✨💕💕😗

"This is...it's a nice place - big, gotta be happy, dude."

Jesse's got his hands in his pockets, or on his head. He's fucking scared shitless. What's he gonna say or do that won't get her fucking...guy off his ass. He doesn't even know why Lalo invited him to her baby shower in the first place, but Jesse wasn't gonna say no. Fuck that, man.

"Thank you for com-"

"You think for someone who only knows one language, you'd be better with words."

Princesa rubs her bump, Jesse tries to smile something normal, but he can feel his eyes...scared shitless. Fuck, why isn't he better with words? But who gives a shit? Why is Lalo jumping on everything he says?

How can Jesse not show she's not terrified to move?

"When's the party coming?"

"This is the party."

Lalo, Jesse, Nacho, and Princesa - the crew around the house. Barn.

"...Oh, okay - private matters. You're uh...sleek with it. Like that."

Lalo stares. Princesa closes her eyes and takes a breath.

"You weren't his partner in English class too. Hm, Princesa? What would that say about you? But ah, the big man might come over. My cousins will stop by. A Salamanca's gotta start off life with presents."

"What about your friends?"

Princesa's half-smile drops. She sniffles and smooths her dress over her bump with a fix of her collar. Lalo keeps his smile straight.

"I didn't mea-"

"No. No - it's just been...I've been so busy that making friends got out of the way. You know I've always been like that."

Jesse nods. He's gonna be agreeable this entire night.

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

Nacho follows Princesa and shuts his eyes softly. It's like a sigh on it's own.

The three that make up the small, but expensive baby shower are confused all the way down as to why Lalo invited Jesse, because the entire party is just made up of jabs at everything the guy does, says. At best, Jesse's just ignored or cut off when Lalo wants to say something.

"Princesa, come here."

And he can barely get a word in with Princesa before Lalo pulls her away. Sometimes it's to tell her about...something. But the lot of it is just Lalo making it a need to rub her stomach or give her the tenth or fifteenth gift of the day.

Jesse rubs his neck.

"How do you deal with that, man?"

Nacho's finger on the glass stills. He'll have to play to be nice, there's no reason to play it cold. Other than the fact he doesn't want to.

"The way you've been dealing with it."

Princesa's eyes flicker to Nacho and Jesse at the counter. She didn't think to want Jesse at her Baby shower, but she enjoys him here. Even if Lalo doesn't, which is hard for her - because she can tell he doesn't like him and she never wants to be in disagreement with the most handsome man she's ever seen, the man who quietly coos at her belly.

So, she asks a question.

"Can we have him over sometimes? Today was fun."

Lalo slows in his kisses and coos. He looks up and Princesa isn't scared yet, it's very casual.

"You don't want anybody else around the house. Not him, Princesa. I thought to invite the guy cause he was your friend...but I can't have someone who wears those kinds of pants putting things in your head."

Princesa sputters, head down. "But-"

"Don't tell me you'd be proud if Bebito turned out like Jesse Pinkett."

She swallows. She doesn't know the answer, but Princesa isn't gonna figure it out if it'd hurt Jesse.

"Pinkman."

"Uh-huh. But you know."

Princesa blinks. She does, she puts her hand through Lalo's soft, slight curls.

Lalo doesn't miss the head jolt of Jesse when he turns his head. He could roll his damn eyes, but he smiles instead.

"That kid is gonna come out scary as shit."

"Even with her?"

Nacho's not paying attention to his own words, otherwise, he would never have said that. Jesse tries not to turn back to look at her.

"No, whatever - fifty-fifty?"

"...Yeah."

[regaliasonata]

Do u have any unpopular PR opinions?

Ooh some fun

-Power Rangers does not need to be as big as Star Wars or DC etc. it can be bigger sure but realistically it’s never going to get that huge, plus it’s probably for the best as bigger franchises tend to attract some crazy individuals and then the people working on the show try to appeal to fans and let me be honest a lot of fans don’t know what they want when watching shows or movies. Take it easy and make the show enjoyable first before branching out.

-Megaforce is bad but it had some concept that I did enjoy like Vrak, the introduction to the Sentai exclusive teams for the comics and gave us Gia and Orion.

-Liking Samurai or preferring it over Shinkenger does not make you a weirdo or racist, yes Samurai could’ve done way better with some of its choices like the casting for Lauren and Jayden but it seems as if some fans treat others wrongly for enjoying the season, Always piggybacking to the Sentai with every conversation and like…some people need to shut up, there was a conversation on Twitter about how PR failed to market Samurai due to the fact that it had a big impact back in the day and could’ve been marketed to be as huge as MMPR and people brought up Shinkenger for some reason and it was just UGH. We can all share criticism about the show but stop being assholes to people.

-Ollie really isn’t that bad imo, I think he’s pretty cool tbh.

-A lot of the seasons that haven’t been adapted since Gokaiger and up to Zenkaiger can be adapted in some way but the company doesn’t have a wide thought process and only thinks on a surface level when making reasons why they can’t adapt. LuPat is understandable from both sides because SPD exists and you can root it to that but also with police etc in the west it’s understandable why they can’t adapt it. But things like ToQger not being adapted due to trains is stupid…also tell me this…how are you going to say trains aren’t marketable to children when you yourselves don’t make toys for Cosmic Fury🤨😭 answer me that.

-To anyone complaining about the series being “woke” or whatever go screw off somewhere, where have you guys been for the past 30 years? PR’s been inclusive throughout the franchise are y’all blind?

-Shipping is fun, hell I partake in it from time to time but let’s all respect each others pairings. I guess that’s more of a fandom thing then a PR thing but if we disagree on something let’s call it a day and keep it pushing, I’m on the side of hey you do you and leave me out of it if it’s nothing that interests me. I’m only really making the dude characters kiss each other anyway so it is what it is😭 but seriously let’s all just be peaceful and enjoy the show and characters without arguing.

-This has been said many MANY times but the inability to market anything outside of MMPR is the reason why the franchise continues to prioritize it. They really need to branch off, hopefully say if a new comic run happens and it’s Zeo or In Space we can go from there. “Oh but what about the fans” not everyone wants to see the original team all the time, the zordon era isn’t really that much of a thought to me outside of in space and stuff, the least they could do is show the Canyon Trio or Tanya off.

-The way they treated Hayley along with those gross fart jokes with Victor and Monty in Ninja Steel needs to be studied as things that should never touch power rangers again. Haim Saban should stay the hell away from the franchise(horrible person and a few other reasons) cause if this was all apart of him then yeah screw off somewhere.

-Amelia being red was a nice concept in theory, though do I really see her as a leader? Not really, I kinda picture that roll could’ve gone to Aiyon or even Izzy for the team. Like don’t get me wrong Amelia is alright but just on more consideration she’s not really a leader to me, that’s just how I feel, but was happy that we got a more prominent role with a female red ranger, I just hope we get a season eventually that full explores that instead of ten episodes.

-When I mean THE red ranger I’m not talking about Jason, I’m talking about Carter Grayson because that man was crazy in a good way. They need to be plastering him around instead that dude, Jason is okay I guess but he doesn’t have much to offer show wise, comic wise he seems better…also to any fans that are against ASJ being blacklisted from the fandom cause “he’s your fave” y’all need to go off somewhere cause that’s clown behavior, YOUR FAVE IS JASON AND HE’D BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THAT MAN.

-The Jenna Frank situation, look I’m all for conventions allowing for her to go. Like if she wants to honor the legacy of her father and such that’s totally fine, I’ve seen people against it, I guess my own issue would be if events try to take advantage of this keep the Tommy appeal going for money and such, that’s very scummy if they ever go down that route but from the looks of it she seems pretty happy and stuff being at events so as long as it’s all fun then I’m alright with it.

-I’m down to watch the 2017 movie but I’ll be honest with you in the fact that the suits and zord designs are not appealing to me…I bet the film is good but I cannot get behind those designs at all.

-I’ll be honest in saying power rangers doesn’t need to be mature to be a good show but the directing and choices behind the scenes needs to change. It seems as if they keep holding back in what they can show kids or in where they can be more experimental, I know having to compare Sentai can be annoying to people as I know some demographics are different with children here and overseas but you can manage to make a fire season with 40ish episodes. That being said we need more of the Disney era directors back PLEASE.

-I don’t hate Simon Bennett as much as a lot of people do, I have my disagreements on a lot of things that he’s said or stated in interviews about the series but we have to remember a lot of things made by the show were done by Hasbro(like giving CF 20 episodes, or the fact that the writing room thought it’d be offensive to have Zayto as a white ranger which…Who’s working in the room🤦🏾). That being said we need people passionate about the series working on it.

-The hate that Samuel Benta got for the accusations of that banner being stolen all those years apart needs to be studied, people were so quick to demonize him and blacklist him from events but ASJ’s stupid ass gets on camera doing the most wild shit imaginable and he gets a pass? Even Lucas’s actor gets to go to cons after the stuff he did????…I just find it very questionable, and a little racist with how some of the crazy people in the fandom just climb out of the shadows to defend ASJ…, anyways yeah I think they should bring Benta back to PMC, throw out ASJ’s table and give him a spot.

-The did not need to demote Jack at the end to SPD, could’ve had three reds or said that Jack went to be a red on standby while doing his own thing. Sky really shouldn’t have become red in the end but that’s just me 🤷🏾‍♂️

[autisticempathydaemon]

Hi there, Jess here! Your redacted match game seemed really fun and i wanted to see who you’d pair me with! so here’s my junk! have fun!

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* Song - Taylor Swift’s Tolerate It specifically the lyric “Believe me, i could do it”

* Enneagram- I’m a type 2 but 4 was a very close runner up then 7 in 3rd place

* Video Essays- YES!! My favorite form of media. I don’t have a specific favorite, but I enjoy ones where they analyze the nature of people.

* Imaginary Friend- She was a girl about the size of Thumbelina. She had a pink T-shirt under a pair of overalls and flowers in her hair. I believed she lived in my jewelry box and I oftentimes went about my day with her sitting on my shoulder. Her name was Dorthy.

* Sleep Aids- I typically fall asleep with headphones in, listening to contemporary ASMR, role play ASMR, a tv show, or just some kinda background noise. I usually end up cuddling with my giant teddy bear that’s nearly the size of me

* Name Change- For a long time, i just went by my given middle name cause my given first name was crap. I chose Jess because it was cool and close enough to my first name that my family wouldn’t freak. (Little do they know it’s short for Jester)

* Favorite Redacted Audio- “Going all the way with your vampire mate” the emotional vulnerability always just brings so many tears to my eyes. that audio is what really convinced me to stick around the channel and check out other storylines.

* No appeal Redacted boy- sad to say there’s a few i don’t really care for that much. Regulus and Ivan specifically though. I also tried really hard to like the balance but never could.

* Favorite Media- I could probably quote the good place to you verbatim. It’s my favorite show and i cry every. single. time. without fail.

* Redacted Best Bud- I would KILL to be pals with Huxley. They seem like such a rad dude.

* Sleepy Ramble- Typically when i’m ready for bed i start rambling about anything and everything. and when i wake up i won’t remember it. most recently, my friend said i was talking about how good ice water is.

* Gas Station- Anytime i’m at a gas station, i get a white monster and an icee/slushee and pour the monster into it. it’s an abomination and i love it.

* favorite playlist- the playlist i made to scream and dance around my room to

* guilty pleasure media- old, bad MTV dating shows. they’re so crazy and stupid and give me something to laugh at.

* Fun Facts about Me- I’m 22 and work at the local cinema and it’s my favorite job ever. i play multiple instruments and music has become an integral part of my life. i’m an ex-theater kid. i keep every letter note and drawing someone gives to me in a box on my dresser. i like candles and nice smelling things in general. I’m a generally optimistic person, almost to a fault. I tend to have high hopes and subsequently get let down easily. I’m afraid of commitment and intimacy.

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I really hope that’s enough to analyze me and assign me a lover!!

take care of yourself, much love

-Jess

You are incredibly delightful and helpful! You gave me so much information to work with, so there is nary a doubt in my mind that you and Gavin would make an excellent match!

On a deeper, personal level, taking a Type two, typically characterized by that desire to be loved, who may be reluctant or afraid to fully be loved, and pairing you with Gavin works perfectly because that aligns with his mindset. You two would have a delightful slowburn of a romance, something that sparks and smolders until he confesses you are the sky to his stars (my favorite of his lines).

On a more minute level, I also think you two would work well because of the things you’d like; like, he would be so delighted by you. The thing about Gavin that’s adorable to me is how behind he is on some shows and movies, so I can just imagine his reactions when you show him old MTV shows like “Why are we snooping through these bedrooms? Who in god’s name is Tila Tequila???” He’d also get a kick out of visiting you at work and trying to get you to neck in the back of a theater with him on your break.

Song:

I always thought/ I wasn't the type/ To plummet/ Feel every cliché/ That low-budget movies rely on/ But I'm head over heels with butterflies in my stomach/ I feel fuzzy and warm/ And it's gross but I love it

I’m a sap and so, secretly, is Gavin. I don’t know if the tone really fits, because I personally can’t nail down what genres he likes, but the vibe works. I love ships that are not, like, “I didn’t know or understand love until you” but rather “I didn’t realize how easy and fun love could be until you”, you know? It’s also a really fun, energetic song, and I do think you and Gavin would be the type who’d have and be so much fun together once you settle into that love.

Runner-ups:

Guy is a fun runner-up for you, because I think he’d love all the media you like and would be really engaged in liking them with you. Also, he is definitely a theater kid, you can’t tell me otherwise, and theater couples are super cute. In contrast, I like Lasko for you because of that slow burn potential I mentioned. Gavin was a perfect combination of those two thought processes.

note: parental control was my favorite that shit was so weird tho lol

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[crimsonsrecordshislife]

Well well well.

I’m actually somewhat keeping up! This is a nifty surprise, lol. So, to start off, I wanna state that, while I doubt people are actually going to see this for a while, I’m actually having a fairly nice time writing!

Now, as of writing this segment it’s 9:03pm and my battery is at 93%. Nothing significant there, just thought it was a little silly and ironic that battery and time are matching eachother. I saw a friend/classmate at the park today, that was pretty cool. I’m not really used to people interacting with me at the park, not that I mind. I use that time to kinda destress and take a moment away from people. I usually end up singing, too! I’ve been getting ready good at sing “Outliars and Hyppocrates: A Fun Fact About Apple” by Will Wood, “Labyrinth” by Miracle Musical and “The Mind Electric” also by Miracle Musical. A song that I’ve been definitely vibing with is “Wet” by Dazey and the Scouts. I dunno why, it’s kinda sad and very sexual, but it’s actually a vibe. It took me a couple listens through before I was like. “Hold up, lemme look at the lyrics,” then I was mortified.

I’m not looking forward to tomorrow at school at ALL. I cannot wait to be done with school for some reason. I, unironically, love school. Home life is pretty chaotic, and school is verily structured, so it kinda helps with my Autistic Brain. But, tomorrow, we’re gonna be reading a short story that is apparently way worse than the one we read yesterday. And yeaterday’s made me want to throw up. So, I’m am, to say the least, scared. But, I know, when I’m done with school, I’ll have my amazing partner to talk to! So, that’s something to look forward to!

I know that these seemingly keep getting longer, but I’m wanting to get better at journaling. Eventually, I plan on keeping an actual journal. However, until then, I’ll have to settle for this! Which, isn’t actually really bad, but I’ve always wNted to keep a proper journal. Something I can write in or draw in or scribble or whatever! Something that I could pour any thought into, because not all my thoughts are sane. I’ve had friends look at me and go “HOLY FUCK DUDE, ARE YOU MENTALLY OKAY?” And, like, obviously the andwer is no, but then I feel shitty cause, like. My bad I’m stating something that I personally don’t see an issue with. Which, isn’t entirely my fault, sometimes I have a difficult time understanding what’s socially acceptable to talk about because of my Autism lmao. Social Skills actually do not exist. But, I just think if I have a proper journal, I could pour thoughts into it, no matter how obscene, vulgar, sexual, insane or the like they may be!

Anyways, with that being said! I think I’ve rambled and exposed myself long enough, I must bid uou all adieu! As of now, it is 9:19pm and I have the absolute munchiest of munchies

[espresso-lessdepresso]

HEYYYYY GIRL!!!!! its me anon sofi after SO LONG, I’ve already finished my first semester so I just started winter vacations yeyy (bc here in Argentina is winter and super cold lmao) sososo I’m going to catch up with everything you’ve written and cheer you on. Let me tell this month was SO stressful, with finals and all, but thank god I got the best grades (your girl is smart, got a total of 9,5 this semester（＾ν＾) ). Still, im very tired BUT I got the best writer in the world in front of me who put out a fic while I was gone, which means I’m gonna get relaxed and read it cause I know it’s going to be the very best ever. Now lets stop talking about me and TELL ME ABOUT YOU!!!! How’s your day?? How are you?? What are you up to??? Have you listened to a new song or discovered a new artist??? Watched a good movie recently?? Tell me everything and anything. I’ll read allll of it, even if it’s 15k words, I’ll take my time and read every single letter. You’re amazing and it makes so happy seeing so content and energetic, you have no idea. Remember to take care of yourself, stay safe and ilysmmmmm. Sending you goodie vibes all the way from here to wherever you are (⌒▽⌒) ♡

Helloooo anon soffiiii ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

This is going to be a bit of a long one~

 It has indeed been a very long time since we last talked!!! [though much to my fault I've not been good at answering at the moment] I hope your vacations go well and that you’ve got some fun plans for the winter [which I should add is the best season in my opinion]. I'm a big soup enjoyer so I hope you get some good soup in your system to keep you warm. 

I have not written much since my ‘return’ [if can even call it that], but I hope you enjoy it. There is a very late Valentine’s Day post with schlatt, a part two of the Charlie fic and two Ted headcanons [head canons, me doing hcs? crazy. maybe I might get into it].

Im assuming that the 9.5 is out of a whole marking of 10? I’m thoroughly impressed just have to say, you are indeed a very smart girl, especially in college since many [including me] are just trying to get by with passing grades. It’s nice to see when someone works hard and gets the fruit of their labour- you did amazing, proud of you dude ☆ദി ᷇ᵕ ᷆ )☆

As for me, I find myself still getting back into writing, like im walking up a steep hill to get back to where I used to be. I don’t know, I feel like I’m not writing the same as I used to but maybe that’s all in my head. Fun fact, I often read a lot before I write- sure I may only read horror, but it helps get the brain juices flowing. I’ve been pretty occupied with personal stuff and college and my brain not braining, which isn’t super fun to talk about so I’ll just skip that. Other than that, I’ve been playing quite a few games when I’m in the need to procrastinate. My goodness- I’ve had sessions where I play for 8-ish hours straight of Terraria or Stardew Valley. It’s not the healthiest, I know, my discord buddies have given me earfuls and many scolding as if I were a little child because of this (ᐡ ᐧ ﻌ ᐧ ᐡ) But in my defence, it’s so easy for me to play for hours because I have some Jaiden or Schlatt vod playing on another screen so the vibes of that gaming sessions are immaculate. I sit on the chair with my little blanket, water and a snack, one earphone playing the game sounds and the other is playing the vod, the lights are dim and everything is so cozy. 

Oh, I’ve also been drinking these days. I never thought of touching alcohol in my entire life but here I am. I’ve been occasionally drinking some whiskey, which is considered a big boy drink for someone like me, a noob. But that is the only alcohol I can get my hands on. My mother does not know of my drinking and is promptly against it so I have been very careful with how much I drink. I do not condone drinking btw. I simply feel very silly when I do. Here is a little breakdown of how drinking affects me. When I’m two shots in, I start feeling it pretty quick. I drink between 5 to 10 shots and the way it affects me is by giving me a debuff of movement accuracy. Being a very articulate person, I have not been slurring when drunk. But I am walking a little silly lol, and swaying a little. Does this make me a lightweight? I have no frame of reference. But yeah, I think that was the most interesting and/or significant thing I’ve done.

It's always a pleasure hearing from you, our interactions are nothing less than sweet and its always welcomed. I hope you enjoy your vacation. Remember to take care of yourself and stay safe as well! Sending all the good vibes back to you ♡♡♡ ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡♡♡



[This is an answer to an old ask, written 8th April ( ˊᵕˋ ; ) I did not send it back then bc my brain was, unfortunately, giving me a hard time] 

I hope you're doing well. I read your post asks (which was so so long ago im so sorry) and I hope you've found a new apartment. Since you mentioned Argentina's summer being so suffocatingly hot, you should be drinking ample amounts of water throughout the day. Where I live, it gets ridiculously dry and hot during the summer, so I keep quite a few bottles of water near my desk. Being in college myself, third year for me, trying to stay on top of all my classes is difficult but so rewarding at the same time. Almost too many people have said this but it's true, time management is everything. And of course, giving yourself breaks is important as well to not burn yourself out. You have truly been so sweet to me, even when I have failed to write and post anything for months, so I thank you very much. It is hard to come by such kindness on the internet.

[adultswim2021]

Xavier: Renegade Angel #7: “Bloodcorn” | December 17, 2007 - 12:00AM | S01E07

Xavier sees an ad for a popular mass-produced cookie which is advertising cookie-tampon combos. Xavier takes the ad’s claim that there was a “mix-up” at the factory, at face value, and becomes overly concerned. He travels there and when he realizes how much pollution comes out of the plant he plugs up a drainage pipe. Toxic sludge backs up into the factory and causes the plant to close. 

Xavier decides to help one of the now jobless workers by going to his farm to perform various dances (a rain dance, which he forgets, a memory dance, which he also forgets, and an irony-neutralizing dance that only works if it’s raining). Fed up, the farmer shoots into the air at god. Blood pours from the sky, which invigorates his crops but turns them into monsters. Xavier saves the day by launching copious cookie tampons into the sky, plugging up the blood rain. 

This one is only hampered by the fact that two episodes ago we had blood Indians and blood cowboys fighting in a similar blood-meets-soil vein. It’s no big deal, really. Both episodes are very strong. It really only makes things confusing in conversation if you were trying to recall which episodes were which. It’s a shallow complaint. For my roommate and myself this was appointment television for us, and I still remember the parts where we laughed hardest. Xavier’s panic when the ad’s “mix-up” claim happens had us in hysterics. I’m not sure if the “mix-up at the factory” trope has aged any since this episode aired. Just in case it has: please know it was a thing. Um... look it up!!!!

There’s another moment that’s notable for perhaps requiring additional context: a sequence where Adult Swim style text supposedly replaces a dream sequence that is too mind-blowing to render. It looks a little bit like the Adult Swim bumpers of the era. The text looks rather large here, and I’m guessing that’s because I’m watching this on HBOMax. The show originally aired letterboxed in a 4:3 image, so I’m guessing the font size was effected by that in the conversion. NOTE: Nobody is allowed to make fun of me for typing the previous paragraph.

There is an early part where Xavier is watching “Darfur Doodles”, a presumably tasteless/wacky program starring malnourished war orphans. An announcer says “Darfur Doodle will be right black”, a joke that I love so much. It’s the kind of thing only a nihilistic POC could write and get away with. This is why we need more nihilistic POC writing comedy. 

Another incredible joke that I think often: I didn’t even really remember that it was in this episode or scene: During one of the cookie ads, they are showing a montage of people giving various testimonials about the new product, and among them is just some dude in a red convertible saying “what do I care?” and driving off while flipping the bird (some of you know what I mean!!!!). So fucking funny. This another joke I can remember bustin’ up laughin’ at. Lookin’ glorious.

More jokes I liked, only because I’m in a mood to remember about jokes: “she’s 14” “nice and legal”. Also the part where the evil blood cloud uses a smokestack to blow cigarette-style smoke onto a bunch of people, causing them to become soot-covered, immediately causing them to be beaten by police officers. Also one last last thing: there is a brief bit where they use a small bit of footage of a dog-faced humanoid looking anguished. This is from the 1981 Clash of the Titans, and this clip was repeatedly over the course of Wonder Showzen, so much so that I almost consider this to be a cross-over.

MAIL BAG

Your Katrina/Soda Pop joke would have cost you your job if you were the Aflac Duck.

If I were the aflac duck I would’ve contracted terminal angel wing from eating all the popcorn and euthanized by the haven humane society (the same people who forced us to kill our dog for being too noisy)