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intheorangebedroom · 2 months ago

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I love how this gif jumped straight from WhatsApp to my inbox.

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When you moved in with him, he plucked the Gladiator VHS out of one of your boxes and asked if you still had a VCR. You shrugged and said no, but you love that movie and that VHS has been with you forever and “have you seen Russell Crowe in his Roman uniform???” with an upward curl of your lips that had him raise an eyebrow.

Okay. Russell Crowe. As a Roman general. He knows only too well -and appreciates- your taste for veterans, but he had no idea it extends to the Roman legion.

First, he thought about finding an old VCR and surprise you with it. So you could play that tape and watch the movie together with What’s-his-face commanding his legion or whatever it is that put that spark in your eyes. Show you he’s not the jealous kind.

But then… well then he gets a far better idea.

He takes him a while to find it, and when he does, he has to drive all the way to the city to the rental place, then back home, where he hides the whole thing in an inconspicuous container under the workbench in his toolshed. Not too close to where he keeps the zip ties because then you’ll surely find it.

It's huge, and cumbersome. It comes with so many accessories, the shoes and the cape and a sword and the frigging golden laurel wreath in a wooden box…

Yovanna and Santi are throwing their annual Halloween party, which will provide him with the perfect occasion to wear it. As the day draws closer, and you keep asking him what he’ll go as, it becomes increasingly difficult to maintain a poker face. “I don’t know what you got up your sleeve, Morales, but your Halloween costume better be scary.”

At long last, the 31st is here. He dashes in from work and goes straight to the toolshed. The whole attire is a nightmare to strap on by himself, but after 15 years of his life adjusting tac vests, he manages.

When he steps into the bedroom, you’re zipping up a dark blue Michael Myers suit. You usually prefer to coordinate your costumes, only this year he decided to play solo, so you had to improvise on your own.

You turn around to the sound of his footsteps on the carpet just in time to watch him walk through the threshold, clad head to toe as a Roman general.

And oh! he’s a mighty vision. His silhouette looks twice as massive. The chest armor, adorned with two winged chimeras, emphasizes his impossible breadth. His shoulders fill up the entire door frame. A white cape, embroidered with threads of gold, is flowing behind him, and on his plush lips, a devastatingly smug smile, and you forget how to breathe. Your ribcage caves in on a breathless gasp. Your eyes grow wide and your mouth falls open.

It's not... It's not the grime and crimson of battle. It's the white and gold of triumph. It’s as though all the light in the room emanates from him. Like he is made of it. Made of gold. And his hair, oh his hair, underneath that golden crown, curls in every direction, like that bust of Agrippa you once fell in love with in the Louvre.

He is magnificent.

And that son of a bitch knows it.

“You son of a bitch…” you whisper.

His grin stretches, revealing his dimple. And he fucking chuckles.

You briefly consider texting Yovanna to cancel. Bail out on your favourite evening of the year, but then you think different. You're going to go to that party and walk into their house with that man of pure golden light on your arm. Parade him all night. And then, you’re going to go home with him and ride him into next year.

When you get there, you are rewarded by the attendees' collective gasp upon his entrance. You’re probably hovering 10 centimeters above the floor with sheer pride. Yovanna shoots you a “good for you, girl!” look you have no trouble interpreting.

You spend the entire party watching him with a coveting gaze, hiding behind your mask. You might die, from want and anticipation and also dehydration with how hot and sweaty you get, with the size of his arms, and his naked legs on display, thick and solid and strong in just the right proportions. He looks so good it's obscene, and from across the room, he makes sure you're looking at him. That grin hasn't left his gorgeous face. You know he can see through your mask, through your thoughts, through your need.

On the drive home, both of you are silent. There's too much tension, it's crackling and sizzling like butter on a pan, and you zip your combination down to your waist to free the upper half of your body from the dense cotton material. With a side glance, you catch the working of his pebbled throat, confirming he’s registered how snugly your black tank top hugs your breasts.

You are wet all over. Saliva pools into your mouth at the sight of his freckled skin, the rippling muscles of his exposed forearms and his thick fingers curled around the wheel.

You don’t even make it to the bedroom.

As soon as you get home, you step in front of him and brace both hands on his massive chest. The rigid armor feels so real, and you are reminded, once more, of the fabric of him. Of what his life has been. Of what he's done and seen. The battles he’s fought, the wounds he survived. And the way he chose love to redeem all his sins.

A warrior. A lover. Your man.

Quietly, you undress with trembling hands under his trained gaze. The dark pool of his eyes glimmers in the semi-darkness, in the feeble glow from the table lamp that catches at each and every golden detail of his uniform.

With a light touch, you back him up into the armchair. When he sits down in it, it looks like Caesar's throne.

And then, you kneel before him, on the rough carpet, between his spread legs, hands splayed around his calves, skimming up to rest over his thighs. Feverish palms to feverish skin.

His tongue peeks slowly between his parted mouth to lick at his plush bottom lip, and you clench, sticky slick leaking down into your ruined underwear as you bunch the white toga in your fists and push it back.

“Please,” you whisper, your voice a quiet rasp.

“Yea,” he husks, bucking his hips forward, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his large hand a loose curl around your jaw as he guides your face closer to what has you begging.

Brushing your cheek against his thigh, you nuzzle the bulge of his boxer briefs, and the heady scent of his sex makes you dizzy. He’s hard when you pull him out, hard and warm and throbbing in the palm of your hand, and his heavy breathing fills your ears. Pursing your lips around the fat tip of him, you taste his want. The tangy flavour travels down to your core and you squirm wantonly at his feet, eyes fluttering shut at the heavy glide of his cock over your tongue.

Carding his fingers through your hair, his hand wrapped on your nape, he draws you in gently, down to his base, inch by inch, and you focus on what he’s giving you, on the impossible size of him, eyes flickering open to lock onto his, as he watches you take him in. Your fingers burrow into the thick of his thighs, nails digging in, and he thumbs away a stray tear from the round of your cheek as you keep him there, pulsating hot and heavy inside your throat until you can’t breathe.

When you pull away, heaving chest and teary eyes, with a thread of saliva bowing down from your mouth to his cock, he bends forward in a creak of leather, to grab at your waist and motion you up. You moan in complaint, please Frankie please, jolting at the cold touch of his golden cuff on your skin.

“Shhh, c’mere,” he husks.

You stand up ruefully but docilely between his legs, and you might be crying, looking down at him, because it rips through your chest, it tears your bleeding heart apart, the timeless beauty of him. The reassuring breadth of his solid frame, the fathomless depth of his dark eyes, the pensive crease in his brow. His perfect features framed underneath the wreath of laurel. The softness of his touch, the restraint on his strength, when he slides your panties down carefully.

You cup his face between your hands to make sure this man is real, scraping your nails through the scruff of his beard, thumbs resting over the bare patches of his sharp jaw.

He runs a thick digit through your soaking folds and your whole body shivers, knees buckling, you’d crumple on the floor if it wasn’t for his firm hold on your hip.

“So? Do you like the costume?” he asks softly, teasing your entrance with his middle finger, and you laugh through your tears.

His grin falls as he leans forward with a frown, rustling fabric and creaking leather, to press his forehead into your belly, chin pushing at the apex of your thighs, tongue darting to lick a broad stripe across your folds. His primal grunt vibrates along your spine and down your limbs, so fucking sweet, baby.

The sharp edges of his golden crown bite into your palm when you thread your fingers through his curls.

“C’mere,” he beckons, drawing you in, “come sit on it.”

His large hand skims down along your smooth skin and curls at the back of your leg, sitting you in a straddle over his lap. The armchair is large, but he’s larger yet, and even more so with the cape and the chest plate and the leather pteruge, and it’s a fumble to find a good position.

He scoots forward over the seat but your knees knock uncomfortably into the armrest, and he huffs in frustration. You tilt up his face and realise you haven’t even kissed him yet, too caught up in his glorious beauty.

“Francisco,” you breathe out, and he stills.

You lower your mouth to his, tongue gliding over the soft cushion of his lips, and he opens up, kissing you back full and deep, your tongues entwined and swirling languidly. His hands find the plump of your cheeks, spreading you for him.

When he breaks the kiss, it's with a rushed grumble of “let me take this fucking thing off,” but you're already sinking down onto his length with a pained moan, furrowed brow and eyes clenched shut at the blinding stretch, fluttering walls and quivering chest.

You settle there, the coarse hair at his base grazing your swollen clit, his warm shuddering breath fanning your face. You feel him throb at the center of you, and you cling on to him, to his cape, forehead to forehead, the cool surface of his armor pressed to your peaked breasts.

“Keep it on, Frankie, please. I want to know what it feels like to fuck a god.”

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HAPPY FRANKIE FRIDAY, MY LOVE 🧡

#Kelli #i think i might love you more than i love him #i had a BIG moment of “wtf am I even talking about” last night too lol #the pilot™️#frankie morales #francisco catfish morales #frankie friday #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x f!reader #yes this is straight up ptmy i'm not even gonna try to hide it #and i guess #gladiator II #marcus acacius #and I mean #Russell Crowe in that uniform??? With the wolf furs? fuck yes please

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mostlysignssomeportents · 1 year ago

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Union pensions are funding private equity attacks on workers

On October 7–8, I'm in Milan to keynote Wired Nextfest.

If end-stage capitalism has a motto, it's this: "Stop hitting yourself." The great failure of "voting with your wallet" is that you're casting ballots in a one party system (The Capitalism Party), and the people with the thickest wallets get the most votes.

During the Cultural Revolution, the Chinese state would bill the families of executed dissidents for the ammunition used to execute their loved ones:

https://www.quora.com/Is-it-true-the-Chinese-government-makes-the-families-of-executed-people-pay-for-the-cost-of-bullets

In end-stage capitalism, the dollars we spend to feed ourselves are used to capture the food supply and corrupt our political process:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/04/dont-let-your-meat-loaf/#meaty-beaty-big-and-bouncy

And the dollars we save for retirement are flushed into the stock market casino, a game that is rigged against us, where we are always the suckers at the table:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/25/derechos-humanos/#are-there-no-poorhouses

Everywhere and always, we are financing our own destruction. It's quite a Mr Gotcha moment:

https://thenib.com/mister-gotcha/

Now, anything that can't go on forever will eventually stop. We are living through a broad, multi-front counter-revolution to Reaganomics and neoliberal Democratic Party sellouts. The FTC and DOJ Antitrust Division are dragging Big Tech and Big Meat and Big Publishing into court. We're seeing bans on noncompete clauses, and high-profile government enforcers are publicly pledging never to work for corporate law-firms when they quit public service:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/09/nein-nein/#everything-is-miscellaneous

And of course, there's the reinvigoration of the labor movement! Hot Labor Summer is now Perpetual Labor September, with 75,000 Kaiser workers walking out alongside the UAW, SAG-AFTRA and 2,350 other groups of workers picketing, striking or protesting:

https://striketracker.ilr.cornell.edu/

But capitalism still gets a lick in. Union pension plans are some of the most important investors in private equity funds. Your union pension dollars are probably funding the union-busting, child-labor-employing, civilization-destroying Gordon Gecko LARPers who are also evicting you from the rental they bought and turned into a slum, and will then murder you in a hospice that they bought and turned into a slaughterhouse:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/26/death-panels/#what-the-heck-is-going-on-with-CMS

Writing for The American Prospect, Rachel Phua rounds up the past, present and future of union pension funds backing private equity monsters:

https://prospect.org/labor/2023-10-04-workers-funding-misery-private-equity-pension-funds/

Private equity and hedge funds have destroyed 1.3 million US jobs:

https://united4respect.org/press-release/people-who-work-at-walmart-sears-amazon-formerly-toys-r-us-more-join-forces-together-as-united-for-respect-2-2-2-2-5-3/

They buy companies and then illegally staff them with children:

https://www.dol.gov/newsroom/releases/whd/whd20230217-1

They lobby against the minimum wage:

https://pestakeholder.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/Insire-Brands-memo-on-15-wage.pdf

They illegally retaliate against workers seeking to unionize their jobsite:

https://www.hoteldive.com/news/dc-hotel-workers-enlist-us-representatives-to-fight-sofitel-union-busting/650396/

And they couldn't do it without union pension funds. Public service union pensions have invested $650 million with PE funds. In 2001, the share of public union pensions invested in PE was 3.5%; today, it's 13%:

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1B0vv26VEFmwtfw5ur6dSDMY8NftvZKij/

Giant public union funds like CalPERS are planning massive increases in their contributions to PE:

https://www.calpers.ca.gov/page/newsroom/calpers-news/2023/calpers-preliminary-investment-return-fiscal-year-2022-23

This results in some ghastly and ironic situations. Aramark used funds from a custodian's union to bid against that union's members for contracts, in an attempt to break the union and force the workers to take a paycut to $11/hour:

https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2012-11-20/pension-fund-gains-mean-worker-pain-as-aramark-cuts-pay

Blackstone's investors include the California State Teachers Retirement System (CalSTRS). The PE ghouls who sucked Toys R Us dry were funded by Texas teachers.

Then there's KKR, one of the most rapacious predators of the PE world. Half of the investors in KKR's Global Infrastructure Investors IV fund are public sector pension funds. Those workers' money were spent to buy up Refresco (Arizona Iced Tea, Tropicana juices, etc), a transaction that immediately precipitated a huge spike in on-the-job accidents as KKR cut safety and increased tempo:

https://www.osha.gov/ords/imis/establishment.inspection_detail?id=1675674.015

Petsmart is the poster-child for PE predation. The company uses TRAPs ("TrainingRepaymentAgreementProvision") clauses to recreate indentured servitude, forcing workers to pay thousands of dollars to quit their jobs:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/08/04/its-a-trap/#a-little-on-the-nose

Why would a Petsmart employee want to quit? Petsmart's PE owner is BC Partners, and under BC's management, workers have been forced to work impossible hours while overseeing cruel animal abuse, including starving sick animals to death rather than euthanizing them, and then being made to sneak them into dumpsters on the way home from work so Petsmart doesn't have to pay for cremation. 24 of BC Partners' backers are public pension funds, including CalSTRS and the NYC Employees' Retirement System:

https://prospect.org/culture/books/2023-06-02-days-of-plunder-morgenson-rosner-ballou-review/

PE buyouts are immediately followed by layoffs. One in five PE acquisitions goes bankrupt. Unions should not be investing in PE. But the managers of these funds defend the practice, saying they "facilitate dialog" with the PE bosses on workers' behalf.

This isn't total nonsense. Once upon a time, public pension fund managers put pressure on investees to force them to divest from Apartheid South Africa and tobacco companies. Even today, public pensions have successfully applied leverage to get fund managers to drop Russian investments after the invasion of Ukraine. And public pensions pulled out of the private prison sector, tanking the valuation of some of the largest players.

But there's no evidence that this leverage is being applied to pensions' PE billions. It's not like PE is a great deal for these pensions. PE funds don't reliably outperform the market, especially after PE bosses' sky-high fees are clawed back:

https://papers.ssrn.com/sol3/papers.cfm?abstract_id=3623820

Pension funds could match or beat their PE returns by sticking the money in a low-load Vanguard index tracker. What's more, PE is getting worse, pioneering new scams like inflating the value of companies after they buy and strip-mine them, even though there's no reason to think anyone would buy these hollow companies at the price that the PE companies assign to them for bookkeeping purposes:

https://www.institutionalinvestor.com/article/2bstqfcskz9o72ospzlds/opinion/why-does-private-equity-get-to-play-make-believe-with-prices

To inject a little verisimilitude into this obvious fantasy, PE companies sell their portfolio companies to themselves at inflated prices, in a patently fraudulent shell-game:

https://www.ft.com/content/646d00f4-af5d-4267-a436-54fb3bc1697b

What's more, PE funds aren't just bad bosses, they're also bad landlords. PE-backed funds have scooped up an appreciable fraction of America's housing stock, transforming good rentals into slums:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/01/27/extraordinary-popular-delusions/#wall-street-slumlords

PE is really pioneering a literal cradle-to-grave immiseration strategy. First, they gouge you on your kids' birth:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/10/27/crossing-a-line/#zero-fucks-given

Then, they slash your wages and steal from your paycheck:

https://papers.ssrn.com/sol3/papers.cfm?abstract_id=3465723

Then, they evict you from your home:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/06/05/vulture-capitalism/#distressed-assets

And then they murder you as part of a scam they're running on Medicare:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/05/any-metric-becomes-a-target/#hca

As the labor movement flexes its muscle, it needs to break this connection. Workers should not be paying for the bullet that their bosses put through their skulls.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/05/mr-gotcha/#no-ethical-consumption-under-capitalism

My next novel is The Lost Cause, a hopeful novel of the climate emergency. Amazon won't sell the audiobook, so I made my own and I'm pre-selling it on Kickstarter!

#pluralistic #labor #pensions #finance #private equity #toys r us #Rachel Phua #kkr #bain capital #calpers #aramark #Private Equity Stakeholder Project #RefrescoArizona Iced Tea #CalSTRS #Roark Capital #child labor #blackstone #PSSI

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gremlingottoosilly · 10 months ago

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Not a request just wanted to say I went to emerald city comic con and it was cool and there were lots of cool COD cosplayers. I only really told one I liked there cosplay but they all looked super cool!

Also if I may ask do you tend to buy or make cosplay? I’m an amateurish cosplayer and I’m planning on making a genshin cosplay but just figuring out how to get all the little pieces and details is difficult.(honestly I’m more making it for the validation of other cosplayer since most cosplays I’ve worn have been more or less pretty simple). Anyway thx for reading :D

(don't forget my insta - @captaingremlin) Hello!! I used to sew my own costumes(for Madoka and BlackCat!Diva), but I moved out of my parent's house and out of the country after I finished school, and I didn't want to bring a sewing machine to a rental apartment, so I'm buying costumes now. I usually just tailor them to my needs and do renovations that don't require a lot of manufactured stitching. For example, for my Kokomi dress from DokiDoki cosplay, I sewed another layer of sparkly fabric underneath to make it more sparkly, I reinstalled all the furniture(because the stitches from the seller tend to be kinda flimsy and you need to resew them so nothing would get lost) and added even more crystals and sparkles all around. I tend to be a maximalist cosplayer, so this is my style - as many jewels on the face as possible, ton of wig accessories and reusable details from other suits. It's easier when you have a ton, so if you're going for your first ever cosplay from Genshin, I'd recommend either getting a cheapest possible version(if you're on a budget) and do renovations on your own, OR go for Uwowo and DokiDoki. Uwowo is a bit cheaper if you're living in Europe, and it's much faster than DokiDoki. Just don't order Uwowo from their store at Aliexpress, they are usually 30-40 dollars more expensive there. Genshin is really hard to make on your own, with all tons of details, so you can invest in the wig instead. For wig styling, I just the tiny crimper and a hair straightener, and that's it. Just crimp the wig with tutorials and then decide if you want it to be super fluffy and curly or more canon. I go for curly and fluffy style, since it can cover a lot of imperfections in the wig material, and I cover it even more with accessories. I usually go for non-canon Genshin cosplays from Uwowo and DokiDoki since I don't really like canon designs, so I can only give advice on limited number of characters( I tend to buy every possible costume for the wig that I own, so now I have 5 Kokomi costumes in my closet and another 3 in plans. Also, don't be afraid of using tape!! For my Ganyu cosplays, since I'm barely a B size, I used a lot of push-ups just kinda sticking to the costumes with medical tape, so the costumes would fill up a bit. Also, about the sizes - if you're ordering from a Chinese brand, they tend to be smaller than American/European ones. I'm 47 kg and I usually go for S/M(even though I'm XS in European size) but if you're having doubts, it's better to buy a bit larger and just sew it yourself. Also - petticoats!! You don't have to but a fancy one, just buy some petticoat skirts from party shop, it's literally makes any dress better...and also, please don't forget safety shorts if you're wearing skirts. I was wearing a schoolgirl Kokomi with extremely short skirt while bending over an aerohockey stand and then I didn't understand why there was a line behind me made from teenage boys.... Also - just use lash glue for everything, even if you're sticking something on a wig. It's better than superglur if you want to restyle it later.

#cosplay #genshin impact #genshin cosplay #cosplayer

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trickphotography2 · 2 years ago

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D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 5

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 4.7k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

18+, minors DNI

Chapter 4 | Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 5

The car idled in Jake’s driveway as you took a moment to appreciate the relative quiet. His townhouse - a duplex - was surrounded by families in a subdivision. Kids ran in yards, yelling at one another, while their parents washed cars and mowed lawns.

It was worlds away from your complex, where the only greenery was a small patch of grass on the walkway and wilted potted plants. While you loved your actual apartment, the area left something to be desired, and the tenants skewed younger, which meant parties on the weekends and loud arguments. But it was a roof over your head, affordable, and had met the minimum criteria when you’d flown out to find a place over a weekend trip. A year later, staying put was easier than moving again as you saved up to buy your own place.

The front door opened. Jake stepped out onto the porch, a hint of a smile playing on his mouth as he walked closer. He wore a pair of grey shorts that hugged his thighs and an untucked white button-down, making you feel better about your casual shorts and teal t-shirt. Your lips curved in an answering smile as you turned off the car and opened the door before reaching for your purse and grocery bag in the passenger seat. “Hey,” you said, stepping out and shutting the door with a bump of your hip.

“Wasn’t sure if you were gonna come in or not,” he chuckled, reaching for the bag.

Smirking, you looked up at him. “Were you planning to run me down in your bare feet if I peeled out of here?”

“Nah,” he replied before tipping his head. “Would probably get the sheriff over there to issue you a speeding ticket, though. Speeding in a residential area is dangerous - all these kids playing? He might even slap some cuffs on you and take you straight to jail.”

“And what would that do for your reputation in the neighborhood?” you asked as he took your hand and led you towards the house.

“I’m a single guy surrounded by families - not sure how much more mixed my reputation can get.”

“What do you mean?” He opened the door and motioned you inside. You toed off your flats and put your purse on the side table before glancing at the living room. Jake shrugged, walking past you towards the kitchen.

“Some don’t care that I’m here. Others think I’m a creep around too many kids. Some of the military wives ask me for help when their husbands deploy, and I get side-eyed when they get back.”

“Oh.” He deposited the bag on the counter and turned to face you. His expression was one of forced nonchalance as he shrugged again. Stepping closer, you wrapped your arms around his neck; his hands fell to your waist.

“The revolving door of women parked in your driveway probably doesn’t help, either.”

“‘Revolving door’ is a bit of an exaggeration,” he said, leaning down to brush his lips over your cheek. “A couple of them were parked there a few times.” Scoffing playfully, you pushed away from him and turned. His hands shot out to wrap around your hips, threading his fingers through the belt loops of your shorts and tugging you back into his chest. “Gonna confuse the hell out of them when they see you parked there all the time.”

“Don’t worry - the rental will help keep up your playboy image once I get my car back,” you laughed.

“That mean you’re already planning on coming back?” Jake rested his chin on the top of your head.

“You never know. Play your cards right, and I just may.”

Though you couldn’t see it, you could hear the smile in his voice when he asked, “Can I get you anything to drink? Beer, soda, water, wine? I’ve got some stronger stuff too.”

“I grabbed some wine on my way,” you replied, tilting your head to glance up at him,” but if you have some open already, I’m not opposed.”

“Told you that you didn’t have to bring anything,” he playfully chided. Gently, he turned you and backed you up.

“It’s considered rude to show up empty-handed.” Shaking his head, Jake lifted you onto the counter and positioned himself between your legs, hands resting beside your hips. When he swayed closer, you smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Hi.”

“Hi. Red or white?”

“Depends. What are you making?”

“Figured I’d throw a couple of steaks on the grill with some vegetables.”

“Oh,” you said, leaning away and chewing your lower lip. “I, um… I’m a vegetarian.”

“Shit,” he groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “I should have asked. Darlin’, I’m sorry, I can order something and get it delivered, and next time I’ll…” His eyes narrowed as you pressed your lips together, eyes widening in faux innocence. “Didn’t you buy chicken yesterday?”

“Chicken is totally a vegetable.” You squeaked when he squeezed your side. His green eyes flashed, and he grinned, digging his fingers into your ticklish spots. Shrieking, you attempted to wiggle out of his grasp and bat away his hands as you both laughed. “Stop!” you gasped.

“Say uncle.”

“Uncle!” His hands stilled on your ribs, lightly pressing to draw you closer to the edge of the counter. Hiccuping a laugh, you swiped away the tears from your cheeks before gently shoving his chest. “You’re a bully, Seresin.”

“If I’m a bully, then you’re a liar.”

“I’m a fibber at most.”

“Then I’m not a bully, I’m a teaser.”

“We knew that,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Pot, meet kettle.”

“You started it with the fries.” His smirk was predatory when he leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

“You won when you told me you came in the shower.” His breath on your neck caused goosebumps to rise on your skin as your nipples tightened. Your face flushed when you took in how close he was, eyes dipping to his lips. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you drew him closer, head tilting.

“Good,” you whispered. At the last moment, you shifted to brush a kiss on his cheek before gently shoving him away. Jake shook his head, frustrated that you’d used his move against him. “I’ll have red.”

“Coming right up,” he replied, stepping away. You watched him move around his kitchen, opening a bottle of wine and pouring two glasses before returning to his spot between your thighs. When he handed you yours, you tapped the rim of your glasses together before taking a sip. “Gonna give me a tour of your place?”

“Sure.” Smiling, you placed your glass on the counter before sliding off, your body pressed against his. His head fell back as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Tease.”

“Pot, meet kettle.” When you stepped around him, he lightly swatted your ass. Whirling to face him, you pinned him with a look. “Pretty sure you’re supposed to take a girl on a date before touching her ass, Seresin.”

“Good thing this is our third date,” he shrugged, reaching for your hand and tangling your fingers.

“First,” you countered. Shaking his head, he pulled you into the living room and gave you a quick tour of the townhouse. There were three bedrooms - one was a home gym, the other a guest room. The walls were mostly bare, with a few pictures of him with friends or military awards hung up. You stopped in front of one and tapped it. “What’s this?”

“Got it for being first in my class at TOPGUN.”

“What’s TOPGUN?”

“Fighter Weapons School - advanced air-to-air combat training.”

“Is that where you got this?” you asked, lifting your clasped hands to gesture to the ring he always wore on his right hand.

“No - got that when I graduated the Academy. And that,” he said, nodding towards a picture of him getting a medal pinned on, “is when I got my air combat kill. Only active duty aviator with one of those.” When you raised an eyebrow, he winked. “Told you I was one of the Navy’s best.”

“All I’m hearing is that I’ll have to work harder to keep your ego in check.”

When he showed you his room, you let go of his hand to walk over to his bed and peeked under the comforter. “Hospital corners?” you mocked, looking over your shoulder to where he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. “Seriously? I thought you were joking.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you how to do them when you stay over.”

“You’ll be lucky if I throw the blanket back over the sheets in the morning.”

“Careful, darlin’ - that almost sounded like a promise to stay the night.” Fixing the comforter, you shook your head.

“Starting to sound a bit desperate there, Jacob.”

His chin dipped, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Just focused on what I want.” There wasn’t a hint of teasing in his expression. Your breath caught. His hands rested on your waist as you moved to stand in front of him. Eyes meeting, you cupped his jaw, gently drawing him down as you pushed onto your toes.

Jake held you steady when you hesitated for a moment before kissing the corner of his mouth. His grip tightened, taking you with him as he shifted to press his back flat against the doorframe. He buried a hand in your hair as your heels hit the floor, lightly tugging to tilt your head back. You stared at one another, silently daring the other to make the first move.

His lips grazed your temple. Your cheekbone. Another tug exposed your throat to his opened-mouth kisses, his tongue darting to taste your skin. You grabbed his hip, swaying closer, chest flattening against his as your thighs squeezed in an attempt to ease the pressure building there. A whimper escaped. Jake chuckled. “Shut up,” you groaned, forcing his head away.

His eyes were dark when they met yours, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Whispering your name, his mouth curved into a smile as he finally kissed you. Jake took his time, sipping from your lips as his hands drifted from your back to squeeze your ass and hips. When your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers running through his hair, he groaned and took a step forwards, slowly walking you toward his bed.

The back of your knees hit the mattress, and you grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself. “Fuck, darlin’,” he moaned, forcing himself to pull away and meet your eyes. “Didn’t invite you over for this.”

“If I promise to respect you in the morning, will you fuck me?”

“Jesus Christ,” Jake breathed. As he stared, a wave of nervousness washed over you, but you forced it down and raised an eyebrow. He shook his head. “Thought you’d be shy…fuckin’ dream girl.”

His lips crashed onto yours, hands grabbing your ass to rock you against his erection. When your lips parted with a sigh, his tongue slipped in, gliding against your own. Reaching between you, you quickly undid the button of his shorts and slowly dragged down the zipper before slipping your hand in to run your fingers up his clothed cock, lightly teasing him through the slit of his boxers. Jake let out a ragged breath as he rested his forehead against yours, thrusting into your cupped hand.

“You sure?” Rather than respond, you withdrew your hand and crossed your arms over your waist, pulling your shirt off and tossing it onto the floor. Smirking, you sat on the edge of the bed and curled your hands over his hips.

“Are you?” His answering smile made your thighs clench before he tore his shirt off. You scooted toward the middle of the bed as he kicked off his shorts. As you reached for the button of yours, he knelt on the bed, his black boxer briefs tented as he stared down at you. When you lifted your hips to slide your shorts off, he grinned.

“You plan this, darlin’?” he asked, eyes drifting over your matching bra and panty set.

“Gotta be prepared for third-date sex,” you replied. Jake laughed as he planted a knee between your thighs and hovered over you.

“Thought this was our first date.” Rolling your eyes, you pulled him down to lick into his mouth. With one hand by your head, his other slipped under you to flick open the clasp of your bra. When the band loosened, you quickly shrugged it off. His mouth left yours, trailing kisses down your neck and around the curve of your breast.

“Fuck,” you breathed when he sucked on your right nipple. When you reached for your left breast, he caught your hand and pinned it over your head. Your hips jerked, and Jake lifted his head to give you a cocky look.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, notching his thigh at your core and crossing your arms at the wrist above your head. Pressing down, he returned his attention to your nipples, his teeth closing over one and lightly tugging. Your hips ground down on his thigh, and he increased the pressure on your wrists when you tried to reach for him as he toyed with you. Slowly, he ran his fingers down your stomach, shifting his leg back as he traced the outline of your pussy through your underwear. Moaning, you lifted your hips to chase his touch as he pulled his hand away.

“They absolutely call you Hangman for teasing women,” you huffed. He chuckled, kissing up your chest to slip his tongue into your mouth. He muffled your gasp when his hand slid into your panties, fingers parting your folds.

“So wet. This all for me, baby?” Jake cooed, his middle finger lightly petting you. When you didn’t answer, he slipped his finger into you, smirking when you turned to hide your face in your arm. You whined when he wiggled his finger before withdrawing it, shifting so the only place he touched you was your wrists. When you looked at him, he held your gaze while putting his finger in his mouth, sucking off the taste of you. “Mmm, gonna let me have my dessert before dinner?” he asked.

“You don’t have to,” you said, cheeks flushing at his attention. Releasing your wrists, he shook his head, pressing his lips to your throat.

“Want to. One of my favorite things to do.” Closing your eyes, you nodded, mentally preparing to fake an orgasm. Your exes had treated oral as a box to tick before getting to the main event. You were more than happy to skip it. Sensing your hesitancy, Jake frowned and waited for you to look at him. “Talk to me.”

“I, um…” you swallowed hard, eyes lowering to his chin. “I’ve never gotten off from…” He groaned, ducking his head to rest his forehead against yours.

“Christ, darlin’. You really did date boys before, didn’t you?” He jerked when you pinched him. Rolling onto his side, he propped himself up on one elbow and cupped your face, running his thumb over your lower lip. “Lemme try? You don’t like it, and I’ll stop, but I wanna taste you and feel you cum on my tongue.” His cock twitched against your hip. When you nodded, he leaned down to kiss you sweetly and whispered against your lips, “Shift up to the pillows.”

You’d expected him to set to work right away, but Jake took his time as he made his way down your body, brushing his lips against your neck and the red indents your bra had made on your shoulders. When you lifted your hand to play with his hair, he turned to kiss the inside of your wrist. He paid special attention to your breasts, sucking and nibbling, before continuing his downward descent. Holding your gaze, he winked before dipping his tongue into your navel.

When he finally reached the juncture at your thighs, he sat back on his heels and slowly slid off your panties, dropping them off the edge of the bed. Taking your left leg, he brushed his lips to your ankle and trailed kisses up your calf and thigh before planting it on the bed and repeating the action with your right leg. Lying on his stomach, his shoulders forced you to spread wider to accommodate him. Swallowing hard, you tried not to think about him staring at the most intimate part of yourself as he looped his arms around your thighs to hold you in place. You squirmed when he scraped his stubbled cheek against your inner thigh before lightly kissing away the sting, inching closer and closer.

“Mmm,” he hummed, his breath hot against your core. “What a pretty pussy.” You blushed, covering your face with both hands. “Look at me, darlin’.” Jake’s eyes were molten when you forced yourself to meet his gaze, pupils blown wide. As you watched, he lowered his head, eyes locked on yours, and licked a broad stroke over you. Your hips lifted off the bed, and you felt his chuckle, hot and heavy against your heated skin, as he tightened his grip. When he repeated the motion, wiggling his tongue, you whimpered.

His hand left your right leg and reached up to grasp yours, pulling it closer. Placing it on his head, he said, “You tell me what you like.” You nodded, fingers curling into his hair as he ran his tongue around your clit. He raised an eyebrow at your whimper, and you nodded, teeth digging into your lower lip.

He settled into a pattern to ease you into it, alternating long licks with shorter ones, his nose nudging your clit. You relaxed, gently running your hand through his hair. It was nice, the slow build of arousal and his obvious enjoyment. When his tongue dipped into you, you gasped before it retreated, slowly working its way further into you with every pass. “Taste so fucking good,” Jake murmured, placing a kiss on your pussy. “Feelin’ okay?” When you hummed, he used his fingers to spread you wider. The sensation was more intense as he continued his lazy exploration.

Your breath caught as he shifted his focus to your clit and eased his middle finger into you. The dual sensation made you roll your hips and fingers tighten in his hair, and you felt him smile. His tongue moved over your clit in a figure-8 motion, and he added a second finger. You could feel his ring bumping against your heated flesh with every stroke. “So tight. Talk to me, baby.”

“Feels good,” you stuttered. When you glanced down, you saw him grinding his hips into the bed, and that sent a shot of arousal down your spine. Grasping his hair, you pulled him closer as you rocked your hips against his face. Jake groaned and redoubled his efforts. You felt a pleasant tightness in your stomach, breath catching when he curled his fingers to pet your g-spot. “Fuck,” you gasped, back bowing off the mattress and finger tugging on his hair when he closed his lips over your clit and sucked hard. Forcing your eyes open, you gazed down the length of your body to watch him, brushing the hair from his face. His hand left your thigh to catch yours, and he lifted his head. His chin glistened as he smiled sweetly and pressed a kiss to your fingertips.

“Play with your tits, darlin’.” Nodding, you reached up to cup your breasts, dragging your fingers along the curves before plucking your nipples. Jake groaned. Your legs started to shake, and you struggled to catch your breath as he sucked on the bundle of nerves again. When he withdrew his fingers, you whined. Jake dipped his thumb into you before rubbing tight circles on your clit as his tongue replaced his fingers. His breath was hot against you as he curled the muscle.

The tension inside you snapped. One of your hands darted to cover your mouth while the other grasped Jake’s hair, tugging as your thighs closed around his head. Your hips jerked, riding his face, his moan vibrating through your sensitive flesh as he tongue fucked you through your orgasm.

Chest heaving, you let your hand fall to the bed as Jake pried your legs apart. After placing a kiss on each thigh, he made sure you were watching as he licked the taste of you from his middle and ring fingers. Smirking, he crawled up your body and kissed you, making sure you tasted yourself. “Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” he groaned. “But next time, I want to hear you.”

“You have neighbors,” you sighed.

“Fuck the neighbors,” he replied. His hips rutted against your core, and you moaned, reaching to cup him. Jake grunted, grinding into your palm. “Can I fuck you?”

“Please.” He kissed your forehead before reaching into his bedside table and grabbing a condom. When he rolled onto his back, you knelt beside him. Dragging a hand down his chest and stomach, you watched the muscles tense under your touch and slowly pulled down his boxer briefs. Jake lifted his hips to help you. You licked your lips as his cock sprang back against his stomach, thick and heavy, precum beading at the tip. Abandoning the briefs on his thighs, you gathered your hair in one hand and leaned down to trace the thick vein with your tongue.

Jake groaned, hand darting out to squeeze your knee. “I’m not gonna last long, darlin’, and I’d rather cum in that tight pussy than your mouth this time.”

“I guess,” you sighed, plucking the condom from his hand and tearing it open as he kicked off his briefs. Taking him in hand, you bent to suck his tip in your mouth as you gave him a few firm strokes.

“Fuck,” he whimpered, hips thrusting shallowly. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck, squeezing gently. “Please.” Smiling, you swirled your tongue around his head before dipping your tongue into his slit and pulling away.

“Since you asked so nicely,” you cooed, rolling the condom down his length and letting your fingers glance over his balls. You shrieked with laughter as he flipped you, settling between your legs. “What’s the matter, Hangman? Don’t like being teased?” When he rolled his hips, his dick bumped your sensitive clit, and you gasped, digging your nails into his back.

“After I was so nice to you? Letting you cum on my face? Not very friendly of you.”

“Good thing we’re not friends.”

“Definitely not that,” he agreed, reaching between you to line himself up. Jake rocked back and forth, fucking you with just the tip. His fingers tangled with yours, and he drew your hand over your head, leaning his weight on it before wrapping his left hand around the back of your neck and leaning down. His lips crashed into yours as he thrust into your tight heat, forcing you to take all of him and swallowing your scream as your nails dug into his skin. You could still taste yourself on his tongue as he ground his pubic bone into you before withdrawing.

Jake set a brutal pace, the tendons of his neck straining as he fucked you. His breath was ragged in your ear, sweat beading on his forehead. “Wanna hear you, baby.”

You couldn’t hold in the choked moan. “Fuck - Jake!” You threw your head back into the pillows with a groan when he reached between you to stroke your clit, his fingers grasping yours as they pressed you hard into the mattress. Your nails raked into his back.

Stars burst behind your eyes as you struggled to catch your breath. Jake grunted when your pussy clamped around him, and he fucked you through your orgasm. He stilled with one final hard thrust, gasping into your neck as he spilled into the condom. Breathing hard, you flexed the hand that still held his while reaching up with your free one to stroke his hair. He lifted his head and brushed his lips over your cheek before meeting your gaze. A tired smile tugged at his lips as he kissed you, rolling onto his side and pulling you with him. He was still inside you as he guided your leg over his hip. When he gave a shallow thrust, you whined. “You okay?”

“Sensitive,” you breathed. Smiling, he tucked your hair behind your ear and lightly kissed your nose, continuing his thrusting.

“Think you’ve got one more?” You shook your head, and he stilled. “Maybe next time.” You closed your eyes as he brushed his fingers across your cheek and drifted until you felt him pull out. At your whimper, Jake kissed you. “Gonna clean up and start dinner. You relax.”

“Are you gonna make me remake your bed if I get under the sheets?”

“I’ll let you off easy this time,” he chuckled. “Gonna toss the comforter in the wash, though.” Nodding, you moved just enough to get under the sheets and watched through half-open eyes as Jake walked to the ensuite bathroom.

“Nice ass, Lieutenant." He laughed, pausing to grab his boxers and shorts from the floor. Nuzzling into his pillow, you closed your eyes and listened to him moving around the room. When he tugged the comforter off the bed, you groaned and flipped him off, which made him chuckle. Before going to the kitchen, Jake leaned down to kiss your temple. Knowing that you needed to clean up or risk a UTI, you forced yourself out of bed a few minutes later. Choosing to forgo your bra and underwear, you put on your shorts and Jake’s button-down shirt that fell to your thighs.

When you didn’t find him in the kitchen, you grabbed both of your wine glasses and followed the music. Jake closed the grill lid and turned towards you when you opened the back door, smiling at the sight of you in his clothes. Stepping out onto the patio, you glanced around the fenced-in backyard. He took the wine glass you handed him before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and drawing you into his bare chest. “Good thing you’ve got a fence, or you’d scandalize the neighbors,” you smirked, tracing your fingers down the scratches you’d placed on his back.

“Fuck the neighbors,” he shrugged, resting his chin on the top of your head. He held you until he had to check the steaks. You grabbed his phone from the table and scrolled through his playlists. The song changed, and Jake watched you dance while he cooked. After making sure things weren’t burning, he stepped in front of you and slid his hands into your back pockets, swaying while listening to how Brandy’s eyes could steal a sailor from the sea.

“Jake,” you whispered, flipping back the covers. “I need to go.”

“Stay,” he protested, half asleep as he tugged you closer.

“No sleepovers on work nights.”

“Didn’t agree to that.” His hand slid up your side to cup your breast, running his thumb over your nipple. You bit your lip, pointedly ignoring how his cock was pressing into your ass.

“Too bad. Now be a good boy, and let me go.” He hummed, releasing your breast to trail his fingers toward your core. You caught his hand - you were already going to be sore enough in the morning.

“Fine,” Jake grumbled, releasing you and rolling onto his back. He reached for his phone and blinked at the bright light as he checked the time. “‘S only midnight. Sure you can’t stay longer?”

“I’m sure.” Slipping out of bed, you tugged on your clothes while Jake pulled on his shorts. He took your hand before leaving his bedroom, reluctantly leading you through the dark house to the front door. Once your shoes were on, he followed you to the car and pressed you against the door to give you a lingering goodnight kiss.

Jake squinted as you pulled out of the driveway and turned on your headlights. You smiled to yourself at the sight of him half asleep, barefoot and shirtless, with hair a mess from your hands running through it all night.

‘Home,’ you texted while walking into your apartment. When you got out of the shower, there was a message waiting for you.

‘We’re doing sleepovers on work nights.’

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Author's Note: So this chapter was just supposed to be them flirting and having their first kiss. That... quickly spiraled.

Read Chapter 6

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taylor-swift-bracket · 5 months ago

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Battle Of The Bridges: Round 3!

How Did It End?

Say it once again with feeling

How the death rattle breathing

Silenced as the soul was leaving

The deflation of our dreaming

Leaving me bereft and reeling

My beloved ghost and me

Sitting in a tree

D-Y-I-N-G

The Prophecy

And I sound like an infant

Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen

A greater woman stays cool

But I howl like a wolf at the moon

And I look unstable

Gathered with a coven 'round a sorceress' table

A greater woman has faith

But even statues crumble if they're made to wait

I'm so afraid I sealed my fate

No sign of soulmates

I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige

Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

Were you writin' a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy?

In fifty years, will all this be declassified?

And you'll confess why you did it and I'll say, "Good riddance"

'Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden

I would've died for your sins, instead, I just died inside

And you deserve prison, but you won't get time

You'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars

You crashed my party and your rental car

You said normal girls were boring

But you were gone by the morning

You kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing

#taylor swift #taylor swift poll #poll #my polls #swifties #ttpd #the tortured poets department #how did it end?#the smallest man who ever lived #the prophecy

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emiliaalonsosainz31 · 6 months ago

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Weird but warm evening - carlando x reader

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Lando Norris X reader

warnings: maybe kissing?, alcohol (know your limit pls)

Summary: Y/N meets Carlando at her friends party and it starts to get a bit weird between these three.

This is my first thing ever to put out on here, soooo please be kind (But I am absolutely open to any kind of ideas and critic!) English isn't my first language and ist not proof read so please have mercy with me! THX <3

I'm usually pretty good at talking to new people and blending into groups, but right now, I'm in that awkward phase between being completely sober and slightly tipsy. Unlike Martin, I get a bit shy in this state, which is why I've been sitting almost completely silent between Martin and his longtime friend Lando for the past two hours. I know Lando – well, I don't really know him, but I know who he is. We've seen each other a few times at Grand Prix weekends where Martin competes, or at other parties. But we've never really had a proper conversation.

Next to him is his boyfriend, Carlos Sainz. We had d a short conversation a view weeks ago when Lando was joining martin at his festival gig. At first I was kinda scared about talking to him but when he opened up our conversation I learned that he is a really nice man.

I lean back, take another sip of my vodka lemon, and take a closer look at the couple next to me. Carlos has strong facial features, warm brown eyes, full lips, a dark stubble beard, and equally dark, perfectly styled hair. His hand rests on Lando's knee, lovingly stroking it. Lando's hair is a bit lighter than Carlos' and a bit curlier and wilder. He has a small gap between his teeth and green eyes. His features are softer than Carlos', and he has a small beard on his chin. Both are very attractive. I can't blame either of them for falling in love with each other based on their looks.

I study them more closely, and as I try to get a better look at Carlos' face, I find his eyes. They look directly into mine, and he starts to smile. I smile back and notice Lando looking at me too. Embarrassed, I quickly look away and stand up. My God, how embarrassing. He caught me staring at his boyfriend. Great job, Y/N. And who knows how long Carlos had already noticed.

I walk out to the terrace and lean forward against the railing. Martin really has a beautiful view here. I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and exhale. When I open my eyes and turn around, I see Lando and Carlos both looking at me with smiles on their faces. They turn their heads toward each other and start kissing. First tenderly and gently, then more passionately. My eyes are frozen as I watch them. My heartbeat quickens, and my breathing becomes more intense. I feel warm, and my tongue starts to feel dry.

They pull away from each other, snapping me out of my trance. I seize the opportunity to escape this very unusual situation for me and head back inside, straight to Martin, who was sitting in front of me earlier.

“Hey, I'm heading out. I'm not feeling well, and I have to get up early tomorrow. Sorry!” I say softly, touching Martin on the left shoulder. He looks at me with concern and offers to drive me back to my hotel, but I politely decline. I grab my bag that’s next to Martin and go to the cloakroom to get my jacket.

As I leave the house and head to my rental car, I see Lando and Carlos leaning against a sleek black McLaren. I unlock my Mercedes with the key, glance at them one more time, get inside, and just before I close the door, I hear Lando say, “We hope you enjoyed the little show earlier, baby.”

My heart skips a beat as I quickly shut the door, my cheeks flushing with warmth. What a weird evening.

#formula 1 #formula one #polyf1 x reader #carlando #carlos sainz x reader #lando norris x reader #carlando x reader #y/n

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coolpuppy12 · 4 months ago

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what packs do I need?

Hi hi! Thanks for the ask :D

What packs? Oof, it might be easier to tell you what packs you don't need lol.

EPs:

High School Years

Horse Ranch

Lovestruck

For Rent (unless you want the version with rentals)

GPs:

My Wedding Stories

Werewolves

Batuu...

SPs:

My First Pets

Fitness Pack

Crystal Creations

Luxury Party

Spooky Stuff

Romantic Garden

For kits, I only have a few. Desert Luxe, Book Nook, Basement Treasures, Cozy Bistro, Blooming Rooms, and Country Kitchen.

#asks #I basically used all the packs I own

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patibato · 6 months ago

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[Bitter Sweet Sixteen] 002-A12 - If Love Disappeared from the World

Nanaki: …What? Why'd you follow me all the way out here? You said we'd be free in the afternoon.

Momiji: I did, but…

(It's hard to bring up that he's acting weird… I know!)

I was thinking I'd invite you to look around the island together!

Nanaki: Together?

Momiji: C'mon, it's like they say, "companions are for travelling and feelings are for life"*, I feel like I want to deepen my friendship with you.

Nanaki: …

Momiji: (He looks troubled. Just one more push…! If I had any appealing lines or items to invite him with…)

Let's clear our minds with the rental bicycles!

Momiji: (And… so…)

Akuta: Wahoo~! This feels great~~~! Bikes rule! I feel like I can go anywhere~!

Ushio: Even an idiot can do it. Impressive.

Nanaki: The wind's different, huh.

Momiji: (There's Nanaki-kun, then Akuta-kun who said he wanted to come with, and-)

(Ushio-kun, who gave an uncharacteristic OK when I tried asking… and now we're all cycling together.)

Nanaki: …

Momiji: (His face is still a bit stiff, huh…)

Akuta: Hey hey hey! Let's play shiritori**! I'm actually something of a master at it~! Didja know?

Ushio: Why would we know that? Use your common sense.

Momiji: Ah, how about doing positive shiritori then? Where you can only say words that make you feel bright and cheerful?

Nanaki: … …

Akuta: Sounds good! Let's go~! Starting with me~! The "i" in shiritori~!

Nanaki: …"Incompatible".

Momiji: (That's not positive at all…!)

E, e… "Eco Touristry"!

Ushio: What, you expect me to play too? Don't just lump me in at your own convenience. It's a pain.

…"Yawns".

Akuta: Huh, are yawns positive? Ain't that wrong?

Ushio: Huh? Isn't that too close-minded?

You do them when waking up while thinking "let's do our best again today", and they can clear your mind, too. …Yaa…awn.

Momiji: (That yawn just sounds really bored, though…)

Akuta: Never thought of it like that. Alright, "Stylist"! I love the guy in charge there, he's fun to talk to!

Nanaki: …"Time to end".

Momiji: D…"Domestic Touristry"!

Ushio: Hey, Panda keeps being negative, and Chief is only talking about travel.

Momiji: Panda?

Ushio: His face is his only good point, so he's like a crowd-pulling panda***. Anyway, this is a waste of time, there's no point continuing-

UWAHP!

Momiji: Ushio-kun, what happ- aah!

Akuta: DHAAAAAA!

*tires squealing*

*bang*

Momiji: Are you two okay!?

Akuta: Owowowow…

Momiji: Are you injured!?

Ushio: It… was flying.

Momiji: Huh?

Ushio: A huge bug over five millimetres big was flying around! Let me take a break! To use the insect repellant!

*spray*

Ushio: Haa, haa… I wasn't told there'd be such huge insects here… I can't stand it…!

Momiji: (He's spraying with bloodshot eyes…)

Akuta: Spray me too, me too~

Ushio: I'd hate for bugs crowding around you to get near me. Just for today.

*spray*

Akuta: Yay!

Ushio: …You too.

Momiji: Ah, thank you!

*spray*

Momiji: Nanaki-kun, you too-

Nanaki: …

Momiji: (He's got earphones in… maybe he's shut down… Really, what happened?)

I wonder if something happened to Nanaki-kun?

Ushio: You think I know?

Momiji: …Sorry.

Ushio: Then don't ask in the first place.

Look, Idiotake's on the run again, is it fine to just let him go wherever by himself?

Momiji: He is…! Hey, Akuta-kun! Wait, wait! Don't go that way!

Ushio: Now then…

Nanaki: …

Ushio: ……

Nanaki: …Sigh…

Ushio: (Woah woah, is this what they call a pity party?)

(What does it matter that they kiiinda look alike? No, it's precisely because they look alike-)

Nanaki: ……Siiigh.

Ushio: Woah… that's completely OOC.****

Momiji: Wow, there's a thin road going to the island! Looks like we came here at just the right time!

Akuta: What what? Where is here~? What's that island?

Momiji: It's a place called Angel Road. The tide ebbs and flows, and look, that road appears and disappears.

And if you cross the road, you can arrive at that island.

Nanaki: …

Momiji: Angel Road is also known as the "Tenshi no Sanpomichi".*****

Tourist A: I see, I see…

Momiji: Legend says that if you cross it while holding hands with a loved one, an angel will swoop down between you and grant a wish, so it's known as a very romantic tourist location.

Tourist B: Huh…

Momiji: If you go up here you'll reach the "Promise Hill Observatory", and on the summit is the "Bell of Happiness"-

Tourist C: And? And?

Momiji: (Ah, oh… A lot of customers gathered before I knew it…)

Ushio: Do they think you're a free guide or something? What do we do about this? Gonna cause a panic soon.

Momiji: I fell into my usual habit…! Sorry, could you all help me out?

I can't just abandon treasured guests who are seeking hospitality, so…!

*omotenashi battle*

Momiji: Phew… looks like we satisfied them all, that's good! Thanks everyone. Good work!

Akuta: I mean, I'm a bit tired though?

Momiji: But, we got to go to the island when Angel Road was out, and see the angel route lights that are only lit up at this time of day, so that's nice, isn't it?

Akuta: More importantly, can I say just one thing~~~!?

There's WAAAY too many couples! WAAAY too many guys walking hand in hand!

Ushio: Aren't they stupid? Being led around by a legend with no proof.

Akuta: I'm so JEALOOOUS! I want to hold hands tooooo! Ushio, come on! Even though we aren't a couple!

Ushio: Absolutely not. Stay away from me. I'll catch your idiocy.

Akuta: Don't say that~~~! My hand is calling for you~! SATISFY MY HEART~~~!

Ah, there's a super huge tropical bug on your shoulder.

Ushio: HOGYAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Akuta: Don't worry, I'll get it-

Ushio: -…! Don't touch me…!

Momiji: Aah! Ushio-kun, that's danger-

*splash*

Akuta: Wooow… Ushio's met a watery wave. Come on, I'll help you so hold out your hand. And I'll hold it.

Ushio: You're persistent… I absolutely don't want to. And it's watery grave.

Momiji: (Good thing I brought towels just in case. Still…)

Nanaki-kun sure is late. I wonder where he went.

Akuta: Just before the commotion started~ I think I mighta seen him getting swept away by people and doing hospitality near the island~

Momiji: (Could he still be over there!? If so, he's not gonna be able to get back soon…!)

Sorry! You two head back first! Just put the towel in the bag!

*running*

??: We've got to see this in theatres!

Nanaki: Yeah. Where should we go next Summer? An island or something sounds nice. It'd feel like a relaxing vacation.

??: Ooh, great idea! Let's do it. Don't go promising this to anyone else, okay?

Nanaki: Of course I won't. …I've decided to go with you.

Nanaki: This place is full of votive shell art hung up by couples…

…

(Holding hands with the person you like… I wonder how that feels.)

(Being liked back by the person you like must be amazing, like a miracle.)

(These are people who made a miracle. …They're different to me.)

… How enviable… it hurts.

(No matter how much I dwell on it, there's no point. No matter how many times I think it over, how many times I regret it.)

(Because no matter how much I wished… it didn't come true.)

I'll head back. …Hm?

(It's gotten darker than I thought. Nobody around, too- …crap. I'm completely alone.)

Does this mean the path is blocked now?

…Well, I don't care anymore. If I can't get back. Even I'm astonished with myself. Haha.

Momiji: Nanaki-kuuun!

Nanaki: …Huh?

Momiji: Nanaki-kun! Nanaki-ku- there you are!

*A Japanese saying defined as "just as it is reassuring to have a companion when travelling, it is important for us to care for each other as we pass through this life".

**Shiritori is a word game where each following word starts with the same character that the last word ended with, and it's a pain in the ass to translate. I did my best, but what they specifically say is "shiritori" - "breakup" - "tour" - "yawn" - "beautician" - "natural end" - "tourist".

***客寄せパンダ (kyakuyosepanda) refers to the star attraction of an event, named after pandas being popular at zoos.

****解釈違い, difference of opinion in regards to interpretation of a work.

*****"Angel Road" is always in English, meaning translating this would've just been "Angel Road is also known as Angel Road", so I kept that bit in Japanese. …Part of me wanted to replace it with a little factoid about why it's called that, but I'm struggling to find a proper source on it, and spent… far too much time doing that. So to not let that time be in vain; there are Some Sources on the Internet that Claim the name is Related to a story about two Kakure Kirishitan lovers separated by oppression and reunited by the parting tide.

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HERE ARE 55 FANFIC IDEAS/PROMPTS (some detailed, some not) that i wrote down in google docs to make septicinnit fics for but never did actually made full fics of; some are short one sentence ideas and others are full plots!!!

I posted these because there was a time period where we were super hyperfixated on writing together (almost like a d&d roleplay but you're yourselves and also it's just text) as like our main bonding hobby and wrote down way too many fucking ideas- we don't rlly write like that anymore (we do other stuff when we hangout or have dates) and so most of these have been sitting in our google docs for a long time and i felt bad abt wasting them. now though!!! they won't rot away in the secret depths of google docs!!!

soulmates switch bodies, (through TIME) on a specific birthday. So, when tmy turns (age), he switches bodies with a s3án of the SAME age. Neither of them will remember the experience after, so it's their job to leave clues or enlist friends to help them track their Soulmate down. tmy's friends gather the night before his birthday and vow to figure out who his soulmate is and help him find them. (Past!s3án is very confused about all the things that have changed (tech, gay marriage being legal) and also very awkward because he's still an anxious bean.) (can you tell we wrote this one after a Your Name rewatch)

2. THEY MAKE A LONG FURBY TOGETHER!!!!! They both help design, scrap, sew and put it together by hand, and they decide on a name together, and it ends up becoming their sort of child and now they’re gay parents of a long furby (maybe they aren’t together when they decide to make it but they end up bonding over the furby and it helps them get together in a way??)

3. Coffee Shop AU where s3án is the owner and barista at T0p 0f Th3 M0rn1ng C0ff3e, which in the fic is an actual physical coffee shop. tmy becomes his first regular customer and also flirts with him over the counter a lot.

4. The five times tmy tries to hit on s3án and fails miserably (except shhh no he doesn't), and the one time he’s actually successful.

5. Sickfic again (I wrote one already) but it’s established relationship and S3án'S one who gets sick this time. Tmy is very determined to take good care of him, help walk him around the house when/if he needs it, make him soup, etc. Maybe he tries to cook but is kind of bad at it and S3án eats it anyway. Maybe tmy brushes his hair out of his face to check his temperature,,, hhhh fluff

6. tmy and s3án going to the movies and having a good time. That's it. That's the prompt.

7. s3án teaches tmy about The Wheel Of The Year and a bunch of celtic pagan traditions and stories (and some catholic ones, of course, bc he grew up in that too) and tmy EATS THAT SHIT UP bc anything remotely s3án-related is precious to him

8. Tmy finds out that there's services where you can just. Pay to go on a date with some guy (or other person), like a rental-boyfriend type thing. He’s like, “Yeah. I can go on a date with some guy to try it (being gay) out. Why not?” and while you can make requests, he decides, “fuck it, why browse the catalouge and make myself more anxious, I’ll just have them send some random guy”. Turns out, s3án works there part-time. Also turns out, he gets selected to go be tmy’s date. Oops.

9. ICE SKATING ICE SKATING ICE SKATING ICE SKATING BARKBARKBARK

10. tmy pretending to purr every time s3án shows him affection to be annoying

11. They keep fucking flirting on stream and everyone is so annoyed because they will NOT stop hitting on each other and playing it up and it’s like. “Get a fucking room ohh my god,,,”

12. S3án goes to a party with his friends and uses an ouija board, but this accidentally lets tmy into the human realm where he follows him home and haunts him!!!! Does silly shit like moving magnets on the fridge to spell penis or drinking all the milk or going just solid enough to throw a pillow at him and then becoming un-physical again so he can’t retaliate. (the pranks and haunting are actually just bc he thinks S3án is cute tho. And S3án ends up warming up to it.)

13. s3án is TRYING to make cookies but tmy keeps attempting to steal batter from the bowl, and it escalates into a food fight for the history books (ofc they have to clean up after)

14. MAKING 👏 PLAYLISTS👏 FOR 👏 EACH 👏 OTHER 👏👏

15. tmy’s anxiety gets out of hand and he starts overworking himself. s3án’s been there (I mean, he used to upload every day for christ’s sake) and so he does his best to help.

16. s3án is crushing on tmy and gets pretty upset about tmy flirting with…. every guy ever on twitter (and also on stream) but tries to hide it. tmy realizes he's jealous/pining and confronts him about his feelings.

17. Animal Hybrid Au where tmy's like. A Feral cat (or smthn like that. Maybe a vulture instead?) and keeps bringing s3án (human or more domestic animal) dead things and at first s3án’s very put off by it but he warms up to it over time

18. tmy wants to do a storytime vlog of his first kiss but realizes he's technically never kissed anyone on the lips, so tries to convince s3án to kiss him (on camera) for the clout.

19. s3án gets into an argument with someone who's saying mean shit about tmy, and they turn to insulting s3án instead (maybe even making threats). It is at this point that tmy conveniently stumbles upon the conversation and immediately tries to THROW HANDS

20. tmy going to a party, having a hangover, and then s3án caring for him and helping him get better.

21. s3án helping tmy when he wants to try painting his nails for the first time <<<3

22. tmy tries to be flirty/romantic to s3án in Irish bc. He’s irish. But conveniently forgets that even IN ireland everyone speaks english because the language is basically dead. s3án is. Confused. And only gets like half of the words

23. tmy being emberassed abt how he hordes things and s3án showing tmy his own little weird quirks so he feels better

24. They’re both autistic and adhd - tmy has internalized ableism like younger s3án did and s3án helps him slowly realize it’s ok that he needs extra help and stuff for things.

25. Another autism one- tmy helping s3án through a sensory overload!!!

26. ANOTHER another autism one- s3án slowly piecing together some of why tmy does stuff he does, like learning he likes routines and sameness and figuring out he genuine;y cant tell when someone is annoyed with him (cough cough… mr b34st hates me video…) and helps him out, supports him, just accommodates him and tries to explain to other ppl when they don’t get it. Also sees himself in some of these things to a lesser extent and ends up figuring out they’re both autistic as hell

27. They start flirting and calling each other their boyfriends as a bit and then uh oh! It's not a bit anymore !!!! because they’re literally cuddling wearing each others clothes and everyone just reads it as actually being gay and because the jokes aren’t really jokes anymore the flirting is beginning to hit different

28. (Based on the Time Source!tmy had a beard for like. A bit) s3án hyping tmy up when he grows a beard bc tmy's so happy with it and s3án wants to support his weird fashion choice

29. Snowed in :0000 ??!!!!! SNOWED IN???? And eventually the heater breaks and they have to huddle for warmth????

30. Since tmy can sing and play piano, he decides to give s3án a little private concert to subtly (or well, not that subtly) reveal his feelings and. It’s very cute

31. s3án kisses tmy at a con when they think no one's looking, but the next morning it's all over the internet. s3án is definitely terrified but tmy is feeling even worse, so he comforts him and they take care of each other, staying in the hotel to wait for things to blow over and trying not to go outside

32. Fic where tmy speaks a fluent second language, and a mutual friend of him and s3án speaks the same language- unknown to tmy. This friend hears tmy confess in this language and now has to cover for him, KNOWING he has a crush on s3án. This gets worse when they are out shopping and s3án, talking in korean w a cashier who speaks it, shyly admits to the cashier that he’s buying something for a crush, ALSO NOT KNOWING that this friend speaks THAT LANGUAGE TOO, before handing it over to tmy as a gift a few minutes after they leave. So NOW they have to live with the knowledge that both of these fuckers like each other, but they also don't wanna be a fucking snitch. Comedy.

33. s3án and tmy are chilling when Uh Oh, Religious Trauma!!!! tmy cuddles him and comforts him until he feels better. Major angst and hurt/comfort

34. one of them goes on some sort of podcast and when the hosts mention the other he almost immediately accidentally leaks that they're together lol

35. tmy’s drawing, and for background noise, starts listening to music he knows s3án likes to try and feel closer to him.

36. s3án and tmy TRY to watch a Generic Seasonal Movie ™ (Christmas or Halloween) On Netflix to try and get into the spirit, but they’re too hyperactive to pay attention and so they give up halfway through and go out to get fast food.

37. They're talking to a third party when s3án slips in conversation and calls tmy “his” tmy. tmy is ELATED

38. AQUARIUM DATE *foams at mouth*

39. tmy gets kinda nervous that no one takes him seriously bc of how extra™️ and loud and hyper he is and also because he likes pretty childish stuff and s3án helps out and it's pog

40. :00 showering together /nsx

41. Soulmate AU where the first time your soulmate kisses you (anywhere), it leaves colors on your skin for a bit

42. Obligatory beach episode; s3án is shirtless and tmy is GAY or vice versa

43. s3án helping tmy through a thunderstorm (bc those are scary as FUCK)

44. S3án trying to teach tmy how to play 3ld3n R1ng or D4rk S0uls and tmy is...bad at it

45. Delirious giggly all nighter softness. Maybe w snacks??? They’re so eepy and sleepy,,,,, they’re so uwu,,,,,

46. Meeting!! tmy’s!!! Parents!!! s3án already met them at tmy’s show but now he’s meeting them as tmy’s BOYFRIEND and he’s lowkey nervous as hell

47. s3án realizes he likes tmy, and because he’s a hopeless romantic he starts listening to embarrassingly cutesy generic love songs about it. That's it that's the prompt I just think it's funny to imagine Jck S3ptic Eye, heavy metal fan, listening to 3d Sh3eran or even kpop like Twic3 or some other cutesy kpop group LMAOOOOO. His headphones unplug on accident or some shit and it's T4yl0r Sw1ft’s “You Belong With Me” and he's cripplingly embarrassed. like. It's so funny to me.

48. tmy1nn1t starts sleeping with a jcks3pt1c3ye stuffed animal (like the t0tm coffee one) and tries to keep it a secret because he's emberassed, but he goes over to s3án's house and s3án forgets to his his own tmy1NN1T stuffed animal, which tmy sees very obviously in his bed next to his pillow when he comes over.

49. In which people's hearts/feelings can manifest physically if they ignore and repress them enough, so tmy gets stuck trying to wrangle another, tinier little nonverbal chibi tmy (like three to four inches tall) that is extremely obvious abt his feelings for s3án and VERY intent about getting his attention. One day, s3án comes over and tmy locks the smaller tmy in a drawer, but this mini tmy manages to escape, hitching a ride in s3án’s bag so he can be with him and follow him around. When tmy realizes what's happened, he's HORRIFIED and tries to figure out where s3án's going/been to try and get the his heart back before s3án figures it out, and of course at the same time s3án ends up slowly realizing he has a little hitchhiker and taking care of him. He thinks the little tmy is very cute and is endeared by him, and also figures out he has a crush because tiny tmy is the opposite of subtle and very obvious on purpose (kissing him where he can reach and stuff, begging for attention by whining like a puppy and making happy little noises when it is RECEIVED) By the time tmy catches up with him his little self is like. Hugging s3án’s hand/finger all affectionate and squeaking happily while s3án, petting the little guy, looks up to the actual tmy and is like. “i assume this is yours lol?”

50. S3án realizing he likes tmmy and then being really shy around him after and kind of caught off guard/embarrassed by it. That being said he cannot get it together and stop acting like a nervous little kid w a crush, he’s so shy and flustered and it's so painfully obvious how he feels that he’s kicking himself. Thankfully Tmy is immune to social cues so it’s only obvious to literally everyone else. Tmy is harem protagonist levels of dense to the point s3án would think it was on purpose if he didn’t know him well enough to know he is just Like That- and he only puts it together when he is told DIRECTLY and CLEARLY that s3án likes him, where upon he is super starstruck and confused (really??? For real??? U like me??? ME???? omg???) like it hasn’t been on a billboard in bold letters for months. (this is a very autistic prompt. Autism wins)

51. Classic “truth or dare kiss and whoopsies i liked it too much” but the twist?? It’s drunk and on a livestream so they have to have the internal panic afterwords live and mask it despite being too drunk to do it well at all

52. Secret admirer trope,,,,, woah,,,,,,

53. You get a specific task you have to complete to reveal who your soulmate is. Tmy's task is to fold a thousand paper cranes. He enlists s3án for help, they hang out and bond and have a fun time, and S3án is his soulmate yippee!!! (S3án couldn't complete his own task when he got it for whatever reason, so he is also surprised)

54. DOUBLE LIFE AU. DOUBLE LIFE AU. LOOK ME DEAD IN THE FUCKING EYES. DOUBLE LIFE AU

55. S3án is a shapeshifter/changeling and Tmmy is a bard type magic user who finds out about this mysterious shapeshifter a few towns over and is VERY intrigued and then he meets him and he's not only a shapeshifter but also this silly loud guy who's honestly very weird and pretty and tmy is like. "I am going to seduce this funky little magic creature if it litterally fucking kills me".

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Robin Hughes Harris (August 30, 1953 – March 18, 1990) was an American comedian and actor, known for his recurring comic sketch about "Bé-bé's Kids". He was posthumously nominated for the Independent Spirit Award for Best Supporting Male for his performance in film House Party.

Robin Harris was born in Chicago, Illinois. In 1961, the family moved to Los Angeles, where he attended Manual Arts High School. Harris then attended Ottawa University in Kansas. According to The Washington Post, "...in the funeral program was a picture of him as a lean high school track star. He earned an athletic scholarship to Ottawa University in Kansas, and he never gave up playing basketball."

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thedmsguide · 3 months ago

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Lore for Darkwater Gulch from my next D&D Campaign: Off The Rails

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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 2 years ago

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The Tory Prom Parable: A Fix-It Fic in Polls: Part 3

Part 1: link

Part 2: link

And the winner is:

You walk out of the prom dress rental depot wearing this bombshell. Complete with a big scandalous slit in the side, just because you can! You have never felt more absolutely kickass in your entire life, not even when you nearly stabbed Samantha LaRusso to death with a spike bracelet that one time. Or tried to beat the crap out of her with nunchucks. Those are hard to top, but...well, this is a different kind of kickass. You sort of want to murder someone with poison lipstick tonight. How do the femme fatales in movies do it?

Robby is waiting for you in Sensei Silver's nice-ass rental car. God, this man has resources. Whatever the hell he was up to after the war, he made bank. But hey--who are you to complain? It's nice to get a taste of the good life now and again, even if you'd rather not know where all that cold hard cash is coming from.

Sensei Silver wouldn't like. Blackmail you something to do with your mom's dialysis, right? No, of course not. Sensei Kreese is a good guy. Really got you out of a fix. Any friend of his is also a good guy deep down, right?

As you strut over, Robby wolf whistles at you. He's just messing around, but you decide to play along a bit. This whole night is about pretending to be a dumb bougie rich kid who actually cares about shit like prom, so you might as well commit to the bit.

You do a dramatic spin, and show off some different angles:

WORK IT GIRL

Robby jokingly says you're a knockout. You jokingly ask if he brought any condoms. He jokingly says he did. You jokingly wonder how much you're actually joking.

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Congrats--you have successfully made it to the prom! You park in an illegal spot because fuck the police. You link arms with Robby Keene and walk into the vapid, B.O.-scented high school dance in the power stance of the century. Maybe it's your egotism speaking, but you're pretty sure everyone turns to look at the both of you.

And there are fucking Miguel Diaz and Sam LaRusso, dancing all around the dance floor like they own the place. Having far too good a time. Fucken show offs. Ugh. Almost like they came here to participate in the popular teenage ritual of dressing up, drinking punch, and grooving to pop music! What losers.

But when you walk in and demand everyone else's attention...what choice do they have but to join in?

Oh nice!!! You already pissed them off!!! Well, that was easy. Should be all smooth sailing from here.

You decide to take a gander at the dance floor and get the lay of the land. Kyler, Piper, and some other Cobras came in a group. That's good--you can hit them up if Prince Traitor Boy and Princess LaRusso decide to start anything. Hawk is sulking in the corner with that lame-ass nerd kid he ditched y'all for. Hell yeah! He looks like he's already having a bad time, along with that Demetri loser. Karma for inconveniencing you, one of (if not the) most important people in the Valley. (Or at least you will be after you win the AVT.) Hawk's ex is also here, partying with a gaggle of girls. Good for her, honestly--she could do better than Hawk's backstabbing ass. Bitches with no dojo loyalty get no bitches.

Some generic Top 40s dance hit comes on. Robby offers you his hand, and you take the floor. Time to be the most obnoxious pair at the West Valley High Junior Prom!

And...damn. This kid can groove. He spins you like it's second nature. He waltzes to and fro with almost perfect rhythm. When you follow his lead, you manage to move in perfect sync, despite having practiced dancing maybe twice in your life and also wearing high heels longer than Hawk's d*ck.

You put your leg around him and yank him toward you, showing off your fine specimen of a leg to the dance floor. Damn right, everyone wishes they had legs like yours!

And--oh, shit! Now he's lifting you clean off the floor! This kid is stronger than he looks, damn. And now he's dipping you like he's been practicing dipping women every night for his entire life???

Okay, that was kinda hot.

No, no, bad Tory. This is a fake date meant to prove a point and aggravate Sam LaRusso and Miguel Diaz. You're doing evil petty revenge--the last thing you need to do is catch feelings for your partner in crime.

Remember what happened last time you caught feelings for a boy??? That's right--he got kicked off a balcony!

By...the same dude who is now your prom date, actually.

Huh. Now that is the height of irony.

Speaking of Miguel, though! It's around this time you decide to check up on what him and his snooty girlfriend are doing. Surely still watching your dance routine in aghast horror, disgusted but unable to look away, right?

Wait, where'd they go?

You notice Robby also scanning the room with a furrowed brow, apparently experiencing the same confusion. He looks at you for answers, but all you can do is give him an agitated shrug.

"Let's check the punch table," he says. Right, yeah. They're probably stuffing their faces with free snacks. How lame. People as rich as Moneybags LaRusso should never be allowed free snacks!

Off to the punch table you go! But alas, no sign of your least favorite couple of all time. You and Robby begin a thorough search and inspection of the prom venue, leaving no hallway unchecked, no storage closet unopened, and no tablecloth unlifted.

People really gotta learn it's useless to hide from you. LaRusso sure tried at the arcade, and how did that turn out for her?

Maybe if you can get that Demetri kid alone, you could totally team up with Robby and break his arm again. He'd just be the Broken Arm Kid forever and no one would ever hire him! Bonus points if you do it in front of Hawk like "hey, remember when you did this that one time? Good times, right?"

How those two boys swept all that shit under the rug is beyond you. If someone broke your arm, you'd probably just kill them as soon as you got better. Eh, you avoided juvie once--you can do it again.

"What are you smiling about?" Robby asks. A little teasing, but genuinely curious.

It suddenly occurs to you that fantasizing about re-breaking a kid's arm is probably...not a great look. Whoops.

Like Robby is down for evil prom revenge and all, but he might draw the line somewhere. Who knows.

"Oh, I'm just reveling in the fact we scared them into a corner somewhere," you tell Robby.

But you double-check and triple-check and quadruple-check every last corner, and...no sign of Cheater Diaz and Princess LaRusso.

It appears they bounced!!! Unfortunately, since this is a fix-it fic, other characters besides you will also be acting in-character and not like they were replaced by cheap imitation doppelgangers who behave completely fucking differently. Which means, of course, that when Sam and Miguel see the people who attempted murder on them twice and paralyzed and nearly killed them, respectively, they're going to want to haul ass out of there as quickly as possible. Since, you know, a panic response would realistically take over and overpower any desire Sam and Miguel have to "show you up."

Uh oh. You definitely forgot to account for the fact that your targets could just fucking leave. And now you're at a dumb high school dance with no one to harass. This is awkward.

But what can I say? Did you really think they were going to just stand around and glare at you all night, without even moving to the other side of the dance floor to try and avoid you? That wouldn't make any sense.

Well...if you want to know where they went, exactly, Hawk and Demetri might know. Except the one problem with asking them is that they both fucking hate you. And Robby. So that's not going to work.

You could try asking Hawk's ex, it's just be uh. Really fucking awkward, because Moon is friends with Sam and probably remembers the whole spike-bracelet-and-nunchucks ordeal. So it's doubtful she'll want to help you out either. But you've got a better chance with her than with Hawk and Demetri, that's for sure.

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