#I wanna play kids on bikes so bad you have no idea

[beloathedzombie]

ALSO EVERYONE ON DNDADSBLR NEEDS TO WATCH THE NEW D20 SEASON OCMING OUT FREDDY IS ON IT AND ITS ALSO JUST SOOOO GOOD!!!

[agirlwithglam]

TEENAGE SUMMER (12-16yo)

so summer has finally arrived and school has ended. and ofc, we want that hot girl summer with the perfect body, mindset, habits, holidays, and a great time in general but what if we have sorta strict parents who are just.. parents. so here are some tips to have your dream summer and glow up but also make it family/ teenage friendly!

GLOW UP:

external glow up tips:

numero uno: WORKOUT. yes, ofc this is on here, what did u think? work.out. decide why u wanna workout first: healthy body? dream body? abs? being stronger? for happiness? for fun? then, you can find a workout on youtube / pinterest for the one you want. (also what i love doing is the workouts on pinterest where its related to a tv show- or just search up [movie/ show name] workout)

smell nice! perfume, scented shampoos/ body scrubs, etc.

SUNSCREEN. trust me, u DO want to put it on.

skincare! moisturiser, lip gloss/ lip balm, exfoliation, etc.

put cold spoons under your eyes in the morning to reduce puffiness.

u dont like something? fix it! i didn't like my teeth for a while, so i got braces. you can't fix it? stop worrying about it and just give it to god cus u got better things to do

MANIFESTING:

affirmations!! affirmations in the mirror, listening to them, repeating them, thinking them, they helped me SO much!

Believe you’re hot. As simple as that.

Visualisation. Imagine people giving you compliments and staring at you all day long

internal glow up tips:

confidence. duhhhh! heres a guide to self love& confidence

abundance mindset. everything works out in YOUR favour.

detachment. stop taking shite so seriously. honestly, if someones hating on you then pity them or laugh then move on. like ur too busy to spend even a second of your day to make someone feel bad about themselves or argue about something pointless.

keep learning! educate yourself, expand your knowledge and your mind.

HAPPINESS. the real glow up starts when you're genuinely happy with who you are and where you are. be a light, carefree, bubbly girl but also remember to set standards and boundaries. when you're just genuinely happy, life truly does start to get better.

hotness is a mindset.

other tips:

channel your little kid energy

take a bunch of photos! (at the end you'll basically have a pretty summer mood board)

don't be on your phone all the time. try to ✨socialise✨ your time on earth is limited don't waste it on crusty, unhot stuff. ur parents will thank you for this as well

romanticise it. (laugh. smile. wear nice clothes, talk to people, get lost in a daydream. appreciate the beauty in stuff. even if its just a sofa.)

be positive. quit complaining. be happy and focus on what you have. spread love and happiness! you're privileged and you are a privilege. act like ittt!

stay present minded. live here, now.

listen to groovy, aesthetic-themes music. to get u into the moooddd!

become a better person. a better daughter/ son, sibling, friend, person in general.

GET OUTSIDEEEE!!!! TOUCH SOME GRASS. its sunny, its summer, why tf r u staying indoors????

sleep girl. sleep. just because you don't have to wake up early tomorrow, does not mean you can stay up till 2am watching netflix. sleep makes your skin glow, makes you look prettier, makes you happier and 10000 more benefits. so sleep.

channel your creativity! (paint, draw, sketch, write, poetry, music, etc.)

play. you're still young!! have fun and do silly and embarrassing things while you still can!!!!!!!

create a summer mood board!

channel a certain era- barbie summer, blair waldorf summer, hot girl summer, etc.

bucket list ideas:

go to a park

redecorate your room

spa day (w friends)

girl slumber parties! (face masks, girlie things, movies)

volunteer somewhere

beach day!

write letters and kiss them (like those pretty pinterest summer!)

go biking (i love doing it in the mornings)

bake! (cakeeee)

get back into some old hobbies (childhood nostalgia)

gardening. care for a plant (then talk to it when you feel sad ur won't be insane i promise)

look at the sunrise / sunset

read dude. just read and romanticise it with a pretty comfy space

make a goal. then work on it so hard that you get it!

learn something new (for me i rly wanna learn crochetting)

scrap booking

do a workout with friends

video diary!! (film everythinggg)

make jewellery (u can sell them after if u want. also there are tons of jewellery making kits on amazon or toys r'us!)

donate / sell stuff (like books and toys)

flower press (with printer tho)

dance with your friends

wear jewellery!! summer necklaces, bracelets, etc!

go for walks (w friends)

get your nails done. (you don't have to go out to get them done. you can do it yourself. i dont have nail polish but my friend does so we love putting it on together)

make some new friends! (join clubs, visit new places, talk to people, join classes,)

go to the beach

"what makes life so beautiful is the fact that it ends"

[m0e-ru]

p4 pokemon au where all problems are because of some stupid zoroark cracked with action replay

maul me over as much as you want over poke partner choices because idgaf im going to start yapping under the cut (2.5k words are yuo joking ?)

um where can i start

i wanna make it clear im sure these characters would all have different pokemon teams if they were playing pokemon on the nintendo ds, like, souji could be a rest staller if he wanted to. but anyway, heres my idea of who these guys would partner up with because i think it’s fun. and none of this is final i could give namatame a goomy too AHAHA

oh another disclaimer while i proclaim ive played all the mainline games, is i havent actually played a pokemon game past XY also im a unova babygirl est 2014 . yippie

Souji feels like such a normal-type guy to me. Cheren black and white. Well, the gray did influence it, but also he’s a very flexible guy.

He caught a Lillipup as a kid, and it’s been with him through multiple moves. His parents didn’t care about a pokemon in the house as long as it didn’t make a fuss, and was kind of Souji’s only friend at the time. It evolved into a Herdier at some point before he gets to Inaba, and probably gets to be a Stoutland for the whole Izanagi-no-Okami equivalent.

Not that I think he’d cheese his way through battles with Work Up -> Return shtick, but I think it’s a funny thought lol

Yosuke got a Tadbulb following him around, which he found in the moving van when his family was unpacking. And the next few weeks, he almost ran over a Froakie going 60kph on his bike. Yosuke appreciates having the Tadbulb around when working around Junes, and the Froakie guides him through Inaba as a local I guess lol. It evolves into the Frogadier when they go investigate the serial murders with Souji. It probably knows Aerial Ace for all I know LMAO

Chie’s Glaceon’s actually Muku, the Eevee Yukiko tried to take care of, until it was put in Chie’s care when she wasn’t allowed to keep it. When they were middle school, after one vacation at Mt. Yasogami, the Eevee ended up evolving next to an Ice Rock of all things. The two wondered why it didn’t evolve from friendship, like an Espeon or an Umbreon, and they joke around that the Eevee loved neither of them and bonded with a chunk of ice instead. Chie makes it wear a muffler because she misses Eevee's fluffy coat, in a way.

Around the same time, Chie found a Mienfoo training with her at the flood plains, and it decided to stay with her. Sometimes, she’d offer Yukiko to have it help out at the inn.

Kanji’s mom actually kept a Cottonee around to gather the stray cotton it leaves around to spin into thread sometimes. She wondered where it went, until Kanji admitted it evolved into a Whimsicott after it touched a rock he found lying around on the way home, which was a Sun Stone. It still stays around to help, and even floats all the way to Yasogami just to deliver Kanji’s lunch he forgot at home.

Kanji caught a Blitzle himself, and it was also there when he was beating up all the bikers making a ruckus by the highway, which made him easy to profile during that one TV segment about him. It goes with Kanji while he’s biking, and he’d refuse its help even when he gets tired.

Nobody really knows how Teddie became a boy, nor where he got his Cubchoo. All he’s mentioned is that they “saw one another in each other’s eyes” and it starts sneezing into Yosuke’s face. Well, it’s not too bad because they’re both Junes’ new mascots, in a way. Maybe he IS the Cubchoo 🤔🤔🤔

Rise had the Ralts since middle school. Having it perform with her during her audition to be an idol almost basically made her in the cut. It evolved into a Kirlia which made her more popular as Risette. Although, fans and haters started throwing Dawn Stones at it after a statement where Rise didn’t want to reveal its gender even with so many people asking. Most of them were fake, just to give Rise a scare, and it was only super fans or super haters that would throw in the real deal at shows or even just handshake sessions.

Naoto’s grandfather helped him catch a Surskit before he left the estate and became the Detective Prince. He once accused a Sneasel to be a culprit of one case, but it ended up proving itself innocent, nagging Naoto to certain evidence when he just thought it was annoying him. Impressed by each other’s wit, they’ve become partners in solving crime. Naoto would pacify it with his Surskit’s sweet syrup. And when the Surskit evolved into a Masquerain, Naoto would have two partners by his side. Although, this lead to trusting his own instincts and pokemon more than other people.

Chisato owned a Rockruff, which even adored Dojima before they were even married. It evolved into a midday Lycanroc, which started to help Dojima with his own investigations. When Chisato passed, it was less bitter than Dojima, and would be sent home to stay with Nanako if he ever had to work overnight. When Nanako was comfortable enough with Souji and his Herdier, the Lycanroc would stay with Dojima, and Adachi would help prop him on its back when he gets himself drunk.

A bit after Chisato’s funeral in the middle of the mourning period, her mother came to her granddaughter, Nanako, and gave her a Cleffa, in which they would both learn to take care of each other. It would have fun being tossed around in the air by the Lycanroc and Herdier at home, while Souji would tell Nanako to make a wish on the star everytime it was in the air. Because it’s the Star Shape pokemon lol i think it’s cute

While Adachi was still in the big city, he’d see the skinniest Purrloin in an alley on the way home. He fed it once, and it wouldn’t stop pestering him since. He thought it was over when his apartment complex neighbors started feeding it, but it found delight in annoying Adachi specifically, taking his keys from his pockets, or nabbing a bit of his takeout when he was distracted.

It jumped into the boot of his car, genuinely curious of what was going on, until it found itself in an hours long trip which ended with it in Inaba. Dojima mentioned his Lycanroc smelled a feline scent on him, while Adachi just denies he owns a pokemon, much less that Purrloin that isn’t even native to the area. It’s caught the attention of the locals for a while, and it took it to its advantage to get more people to feed it, but still hangs around Adachi to go nick his new, rusty apartment keys.

There’s also like, this Shuppet that shows up at some point, and his landlady and neighbors keep telling him about it and giving him weird looks. But he doesnt believe in superstitions and doesnt have a pokedex to look at so who cares

Namatame's family has a Bunnelby helping around the business with little chores and such. His parents send it off to Namatame to work with him and keep him company while he tries to recover. Somewhere along the way, he finds an Absol following him on a rainy day, which he takes care of alongside the Bunnelby entrusted to him, or maybe it’s taking care of him? While Namatame becomes more manic each passing day as his messiah complex gets to him, he starts distancing himself from Bunnelby and spends more time with Absol. 

The MOEL gas station has a shiny Heliolisk, but a lot of people don't really know the concept of shiny pokemon, and they haven't seen Heliolisks or Helioptiles in the urban area, so they don't really think it's so special besides it being a different color. It's nothing more than a mascot of sorts, and does silly things with the attendant; like startling Adachi and that Purrloin that follows him around. It can sense when it's going to rain by feeling the static electricity around it. And what's rather peculiar is that it doesn't seem too averse to rain or cloudy skies. It does enjoy basking in the sun, and people would look up to see it hanging around on the station canopy with a spread out frill those days.

okay, so this is the part where I'm supposed to talk about plot. um. anyway

Way back when, there was a Zoroark that would walk among people, disguised as a human. People started rumors and suspected this woman really is a pokemon, but nobody seemed to shun her or really care, she was just a nice lady and took care of the people around her. People would say she came to them from a greater power to be a guardian to the land, similar to the legends in different regions, like Sinnoh and their Arceus.

However, the way she protects her people would be through illusions. She would keep external and malicious forces at bay by severely frightening them at the mountaintops, or the forests, if they ever got through, be it human or pokemon. If anyone were hurt or were about to die, unable to be treated to health, she would comfort them in a grand dream as they would fall asleep for the very last time. 

As time went on and technology developed, people were so entranced with the television broadcasts, wanting to know who was behind the screen, even if they were covered up in makeup and filters. 

The greater power sought to sate the people's desires, and saw the Zoroark it left in their care wasn't enough. So it split the pokemon into two, with one half so weak it was just a Zorua. The newly born Zoroark went off to accomplish its appointed duty, no matter the means. To better determine what the people wanted, however, it created a scheme which would involve stimulating the masses to come to an answer.

The Zoroark played a simple gas station attendant, which would stay close and observe the people. It would choose three pawns to watch over, manipulating the situation in tandem to their reactions. 

well so um basically there's still an isekai with TV portals. the iznmi Zoroark has enough power this time to create pocket dimensions straight from its illusion power. Every victim that ends up inside still gets haunted by their “truth” iznmi determines after scrutinizing them. The Midnight Channel broadcasts are also their illustrations. so basically, instead of things going on by itself from the collective unconscious reacting, it's a Zoroark piecing things together. it's kinda like pokepark 2. HAHAHA

Namatame's still kidnapping people he sees on the Midnight Channel. And when he gets Nanako, the Bunnelby stays behind and begs the IT to help. It helps them find Namatame, where they confront him and his Absol. Through illusions and legitimate power channeling, the Absol mega evolves. The IT defeat it and it returns to a normal Absol. They take both Nanako and Namatame to the hospital, the Bunnelby by Namatame's side the whole time.

When Adachi's suspected to be the killer, he escapes into the world inside the TV and makes a deal with the Zoroark. The Purrloin follows Adachi's scent and ends up in the TV, terrified of its unknown surroundings and hiding from the rest of the monstrous illusions that popped up. It got used to the world, however, and when the IT arrived, it helped them with Adachi's silly puzzles, to which he groans through a PA about how that pokemon’s still annoying him in another world. 

The IT confront Adachi, until a Mismagius appears to stop them. It sings Perish Song (because Magatsu-Izanagi is a Ghastly Wail kind of thing lmfao) but everyone stood their ground, blocking the song from their ears. Even under Adachi's (albeit in pain) command, the Mismagius falters, and the Zoroark takes things into its own hands, creating a bigger illusion to finally deal with these meddling kids for itself. 

But they defeat Ame-no-Sagiri, and its grand voice agrees to stop the grand illusions plaguing Inaba. The IT still have no idea who this conductor of schemes is, and Adachi can't give a clear answer either 

Marie's a Zorua with amnesia so bad she forgot she's a Zorua at all. She started her illusion as a human girl just to aimlessly wander around Inaba more easily and has been stuck in that form since. She was taken into the Velvet Room where they can clearly see that she isn't a human, but a pokemon. What's impressive is that she doesn't have a tail sticking out, which would mean her powers of illusion are rather potent. 

Souji’s made to chaperone her around Inaba to get her memories back, the whole shtick. While everyone stops prying into her nonexistent life, they're impressed with her ability to understand pokemon, as if she can actually understand them. Marie comes to the conclusion that she must have grown up around pokemon to be able to understand them that well. 

In the end, she finds out she is a pokemon, and iznmi Zoroark sends her to a grave that is physically in Inaba, instead of a pocket dimension. 

Margaret creates a conduit from that shed TV to that tomb somewhere in Inaba. Marie runs around as a Zorua and makes illusions to stop the IT from getting to her. But they manage to get to the heart of the tomb and get Zorua Marie from burying herself. 

They defeat another one of iznmi Zoroark’s avatars dwelling in Marie which was controlling her, then Marie comes back to the IT, accepting her identities as a pokemon and a human girl.

The IT thought that the illusions have stopped, and people are free to see what's really in front of their eyes. But Souji confronts the gas station at MOEL, where he reveals he's really a Zoroark with a duty, even startling the Heliolisk by its side. 

The IT enter the final world of illusions and desperately try to find the Zoroark to convince it to stop and let people truly live, that no one should hold their hands all the time, and quit living in a painless and meaningless utopia.

With everyone and their pokemon exhausted, Marie finds the strength to convince her other self. To let it see that she is living proof how people can live a life with the truth, and how they can stand on their own feet. 

After some time, the Zoroark agrees to dispel the illusions it has made, and appoint the rest of its power to Marie for her to be the guardian pokemon of the people of Inaba.

[ray935sworld]

Just yes

Established Pedrenzo

28.12 Winter writing

Dani was just reading a book - something he had been meaning to do for what felt like months now. He was reading, slowly getting into his reading head space where he basically ignored everything around him.

Then someone took his book away and threw it on the side. "HEY!" he was about to protest when he suddenly felt that someone slide in his arms and lap.

For a moment he considered staying angry but now that Jorge's head was on his chest and he buried his face in skin, his arms closing around his sides and his laps entangled with his, he decided that this was too nice to be angry.

So he smiled and pulled his boyfriend closer to him. He gave him a quick kiss and heard a deep and exaggerating loud coming from Jorge. He felt him scream against his chest.

"You okay, my love?" he asked and got a nod in return. "Yeah. Just this fucking championship stress. Yamaha is being a bitch" "Poor darling" he replied.

They both knew that it was good stress. It mean that Jorge was successful and on the best way of being a champion. But stress stayed stress. So it really didn't matter at the end of the day if he was exhausted cause he was trying to be a champion or trying to stay on the bike.

And Dani - as the perfect boyfriend he was trying to be - made it his mission to at least ease his worries a little.

"I know. How about a little reward? To sheer you up? Something to look forward to?" he asked. „Mm?" he felt Jorge look up and smile. He knew he'd get the younger ones attention with that.

"If you win the championship... You get to do whatever you want." He knew Jorge well enough and trusted him enough to know that that'd exclude anything Dani was even remotely uncomfortable with.

"Whatever I want? With you?" he asked with a cheeky tone in his voice. He was already grinning. There was definitely an idea forming behind his forehead. For a moment Dani wondered in what kinky sex play he would end up, but he stood by his words.

Whatever you want. With me. Yes" "So.... if I would want to go on a date with you... Where we first go shopping and I get to choose and buy your outfit-" Dani's eyes went wide. He knew Jorge's taste in fashion too well not to be horrified at that idea.

"And then we go to a really, really fancy restaurant-" Another thing that wasn't Dani's ideal. He preferred small, cozy restaurant over the fancy places Jorge was into. Or just staying at home and preparing a home cooked meal together.

"Then you would agree?"

But he always went to the fancy places Jorge wanted to try. So one more hideous outfit surely wouldn't be that bad.

"Of course" he said nonetheless and smiled. As long as he got to spent time with the man he loved, he was hypo. "Whatever makes you happy. I... I'll do it." "Okay" Jorge grinned and leaned up to kiss Dani.

Their lips met. For a moment they were soft than quicker, than soft again. No one was really deciding on a speed, nor where this might be going. Jorge let go of the older and looked at him. He smiled kindly, pressing another kiss to his cheek.

"Then I want to marry you." he said, leaving Dani speachless for a moment. He stared at him, blinking, wondering if his fantasy and deepest desire where mixing in with reality or if there words had actually just been said.

"As champion or not, I want to marry you. I want to be your husband and I want you to my husband. I want to spent the rest of my life by your side and... I... I want to see you grow old and grow old with you. I wanna know what you're like in 5 years, 10 years, 20 years and 50 years!"

Jorge said, seeminling encouraged by Dani's wide smile.

"I wanna spent every day with you. I wanna wake up with you, go to bed with you. I wanna kiss you stupid and have sex with you and just - I don't care what else happened as long as you are by my side. I wanna raise kids with you and get dogs and just - I wanna be - I just wanna be your husband"

Dani sat up, cupping Jorge face.

"I wanna be your husband to. Yes. To all of what you just said. Just yes."

[venic-bxtch]

𖤓Crossing the Divide𖤓

𖤓Part 1𖤓

Paring: Rafe Cameron x fem!pouge!reader

Warnings: Cussing, suggestive I think

Your little beach house cabin was around the warf, it was a 30 drive from your job. Inconvenient, but you had to get money anyhow. You had no one to pay the rent for you, and no one to pay your college funds. You used to tutor, but all the younger kids had grown up, and the kids who struggled with school either dropped out of school or their parents pulled them out due to signs of no progress. You had been living off of the 3,000 dollars you got for a year. Not much, but just enough if you were mindful about how it was spent.

The sun had almost set and a black Cadillac was trailing you for about 6 minutes; slowing down when you slowed down, stopping when you stopped, and sped up when you did. You stopped and got off your bike. You knew wearing incredibly short denim shorts would get you in trouble, but you’d thought you’d be home before dark.

The driver seat window rolled down, a familiar voice shouted,”Hey doll face! Why’d you stop?” The door opens and Rafe Cameron stepped out. He had to be the most entitled kook you knew, after Topper and Kelce of course.

But he was the most dangerous. A killer. A criminal, so you chose your words carefully.

You cleared your throat,”I just felt uncomfortable, Mr. Cameron.” Too formal.

He chuckled,”Mr. Cameron? Are you a business partner, doll face?” He walked closer to you, with his hands behind your back. His face inched closer to yours,”Come on, answer my fucking question, doll face.”

You crossed your arms and put the shield of your helmet up,”Stop calling me doll face!”

He backed up with a sly smile on his face,”Alright, dollie. You like that better?”

You rolled your eyes and huffed,”I don’t have time for this.” You turned around and walked back to your motorbike.

He roughly pulled you back,”Dollie, I see you got a packa cigarettes on you. Care to share?”

You didn’t even look at him,”No.”

He sighed,”You leave me no choice, dollie.” He yanked you cigarettes and lighter from your pocket, he held them in the air.

You tried reaching for them. It’s not like you were short, you were 5’11, and he was 6’2.

You whined,”Rafe! Give them back!”

He shook his head, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth,”Nuh uh sweet thing.” You gave up and were about to turn around, but he stopped you,”You wanna sit for a while? You’re not like the typa pouge I usually see.”

You take your helmet off and put hung it on your motorbike. You had already parked on a sidewalk, so you were good.

You nodded,”Sure.” Bad idea. It’s Rafe Fucking Cameron. A killer. A criminal. An unsettling feel was looming in your stomach.

He passed you the blunt as he walked you to a bench,”Perfect.” He put his leather jacket in your hands,”You cold? It’s kinda windy.”

You felt cheeks heat up. Stop it, you told yourself. You snorted,”Since when were you caring?” You put the jacket on.

He lit a cigarette for himself, taking a few puffs before answering,”Since a few minutes ago, doll face. I like that nickname better.”

You nodded,”Ok.” You both sat in silence for a few minutes, then you broke it,”I can’t pay for college.” Dumb idea.

He took like 6 long drags, then answered,”Oh. You’re going to college.”

You sighed,”I’m not Kook royalty, Rafe. I have to work.”

He put his head back,”Yeah. Do you need help?”

You took the cigarette out of your mouth, and bit your lip. The pouges would verbally kill you for accepting help from Rafe Cameron, especially Kiara and Sarah. But what they don’t know won’t hurt them. Right?

“Sure.”

He looked at you, smirking,”It’ll cost ya’, doll face.”

You looked at him, locking eyes,”What?”

He kissed his teeth,”Everything comes with a price,” he played with your hoop earrings,”In your case, lemme doll you up. Show you off. No one knows you in the first place. You’re my intelligent personal assistant.”

You blink a few times,”Am I doing any real work?”

He held your face up with your chin, observing you,”’Course. You’re smart aren’t ya?” You nodded,”You’ll plan out some things, you don’t need to know. You’re too much of an angel. I needa save some of that innocence.”

You looked away. Were you really doing this? Risking your friendships just to get into college?

You nodded again,”I’m in.”

>>>

“You did what!” Sarah and Kiara yelled in unison.

You looked down,”I’m working for Rafe now. I need to get out of this place.”

Pope scoffed,”So you’re risking your friendships to go to college. I wanna to go college too, but I wouldn’t do that.”

Your eyes started to water, your nails dug into your palms,”I know.”

John B sighed,”Do you even know what that bitch did? He killed people, shot his own sister, stole gold, and jumped me n’ Pope.”

John B stood up to pat your shoulder,”You’re playing a dangerous game. It’s your funeral. You can’t pull out of the deal now, or you’ll owe ‘im.”

You looked up,”I just need to get out of Kildare. I’m risking it all, I know. And y’all are the best people to come into my life-“ your voice cracked up,”I need to do this.” Before you knew it, you let go. Tears started rolling down your face one by one. You covered your mouth, muffling your sobs.

Sarah and Kiara were the first people to give you a hug. JJ went in, then John B, then Pope.

“Do what you gotta do. But just know, if he does anything. We told you so.” JJ said in matter-of-fact tone.

You smiled, wiping your tears,”Ok.”

୨⎯ END OF PART 1 ⎯୧

[maochira]

omg bbq with the german bois + dad sounds so fun and chaotic i wanna go so bad now ;-;;;

follow up with the dad!noa loving taking his kid cycling: noa takes bastard muenchen to cycling trip

i can imagine kaiser complaining about the heat and bugs or how bumpy it gets 😭😭 (ness following kaiser’s bike quietly from behind and never overtakes him 😭)

Omg I love this idea 😭😭😭

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!Noa's kid!reader, reader is around elementary school age

-Kaiser keeps complaining over and over about how bumpy the street is but as soon as anyone else tries to complain either about him or anything else, Ness makes them shut up (unless it's you)

-every time Gesner speaks everyone's watching him with a "don't you dare say something wrong now"-look in their eyes because they're just dreading the moment when he accidentally teaches you a new curse word (Noa very much isn't a fan of that)

-you have to stay next to Noa the entire time so he can make sure everything's okay and just in case you fall over or anything like that, he can be the first to react

-basically everyone on the team adores you, except for Kaiser. He's kind of conflicted regarding his feelings about you, but because you're Noa's kid he doesn't say anything negative about you

-every time you take little breaks, the team shares their food with you! You're not even eating the stuff four father packed, you're only eating what the others give to you

-everyone is having the time of their life asking you stuff about elementary school. What kind of stuff are you learning? What kind of games do you and your friends playing during breaks? What children songs do you learn in music class?

-at some point you start singing some songs they remember from their childhood together. Ness has to convince Kaiser a little to join, tho

-you just decide all of them (including Kaiser) are your brothers now. No one gets to refuse that. They're your brothers now, no matter if they want or not (and Kaiser certainly doesn't want that)

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[little-horror-smut]

Cooling Down 🧊🌡🔥

Juice Ortiz x Reader

18+

Here is a mostly sweet story between Juice and the reader. There might be a little smut involved but nothing major.

Let me give you some back story facts;

You and Juice have been best friends for a long time.

Both of you are crazy into pranking people and joking around.

You have always been one of the "boys " and they didnt see you any other way.

It was a hot blistering day. Your baggy clothes were replaced by a tank top and shorts. You had put your hair into a bun, a few stray strands clinging to your face because of the sweat.

You walked into juice his room at the garage. As always he was being busy with his computer.“You’re so boring” You sighed as you poked his side. He jumped a little and broke his focus. “And what do you suggest I would do for fun?” Juice asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You rolled on your side to face him. “We could go to the lake?” You suggested, perking yourself up. Juice raised an eyebrow but his smile grew big. “That’s actually not a bad idea, Y/N” He closed his laptop and walked out the door. “What are you waiting for?” He called out. You quickly got up and followed him. On the way towards your bike, you ran into the hardworking sweaty mechanics. “Where yew kids goin’?” A thick Scottish accent asked. “Going to the lake! Can’t last any longer hear.” You chuckled. Chibs looked up, a shot of jealousy flickered in his eyes. “We’ll join ya’ latr” Chibs said. “Alright, bring beer!” You called out as you neared your bikes, waving at him.

As soon as you arrived at the lake, it felt like the air was cooler already. As it was a spur of the moment idea, you didn’t bring a swimsuit. You didn’t hesitate any longer and got out of your clothes as quickly as possible. Leaving you with only your bra and a g-string. You felt Juice his gaze linger on you. This was the first time he ever saw you this way. “Are you just gonna stare or are you gonna join me?” You asked him teasingly, a playful glint in your eyes. “Y-yeah” He shook his head and got out of his clothing. You jumped in and Juice followed quickly. Your usual banter taking over again, as you splashed water each others way and trying to push each other under water. You held your hand up as you coughed up the water “you win!” A huge smile played on Juice his face. “I knew you wouldn’t last” He said proudly. You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Just you wait. I will get you back” You said as you made your way over to the dock.

“We’ve got beer!” Chibs called out, as they made their way over to you. Some of the guys immediately got undressed and jumped in the water. Needing to cool down after a long day. Chibs and Happy got their stuff ready and started a campfire. In the meanwhile, you grabbed one of the beers. The satisfying sound as it opened, the cold can against your lips. The bitter, bubbly liquid gliding down your throat and cooling you down. “This might have been the best beer i have ever had” you sighed contently. Chibs chuckled “Glad i could help”

You leaned back by the campfire. The sun had began to set, the golden rays shining beautifully on the lake. One by one the guys came out of the water. When Juice emerged, your eyes were stuck on him like glue. The water droplets clinging to his muscular build. The rays of sun cascading on his beautiful tan skin. His underwear was soaked, stuck to his body. Revealing every detail there. You saw the outline of his dick clearly. It made you flutter inside, a feeling you never had before with Juice. Your cheeks now turned rosy. “You like what you see?” Juice asked teasingly, clearly noticing you were staring a bit too long. “Maybe I do” You teased back, catching him by surprise. “You might wanna take a picture it will last longer” He threw back at you. You reached for your phone, not intending to take a picture but just to mess with him. When you saw a slight panic in his eyes, you decided that you actually were gonna take a picture. With a mischievous grin, you quickly snapped a picture.

“Hey!” Juice called out before making his way over to you. You quickly stood up and ran away. It was like a game of cat and mouse. “Come on, give me that phone!” He called out. You laughed in return “No I need this blackmail!” As you looked over our shoulder to see where Juice was, you hadn't realized you were this close to some trees. You had to stop your pace, before slamming into the trees. As you turned around, Juice was standing in front of you. You reached your phone up as high as possible, to get it out of his reach. Which totally didn’t work as Juice was clearly taller than you. He reached on hand around both of your wrists, pinning you against the tree. His other hand reaching for the phone. He leaned in closer and whispered in your ear. “Gotcha” His warm breath against your skin, sending goose bumps all over your body. Your breath hitched. He noticed it and decided to tease you a little more. He place on knee in between your legs and saw you bite your lip. As he placed a little more pressure against you, you had to try your best not to let out a moan. “You’re too easy” Juice said with a big grin appearing on his lips. He stepped away and looked into your phone to delete the picture. As you got of your high, you gave him a playful punch. “I hate you” You said frustrated. “Oh you love me and you know it” He said with the happiest face he could put on. You rolled your eyes and brushed passed him. Before you knew it, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. His lips met yours before you realized what was happening. A deep warmth rose inside both of you. A deep primal longing that had been there a long time, finally coming to the surface. Your kiss grew more lustful, hands roaming on each others body. In between the kissed you softly bit his lip, releasing a soft grunt from him. You felt his hardness pressing against you. As you both pulled away, your breaths were heavy. As he locked his eyes with yours “You thought I was just gonna let you slip away?” He said with a grin. Your cheeks still rosy from the encounter “Honestly I don’t know what to think right now” You replied sheepishly. He walked back to the lake side where the guys were sitting. “You staying there or?” You took a second to compose yourself the best you could, before heading back with him.

“Almost thought yew two wer shaggin’ ” Chibs said, as he caught sight of you two. “Oh he’d wish he would ever get that lucky” You chuckled. Juice shook his head. “ Oh come on, I’m not that bad “ He replied to your comment. As the evening wore on, you and Juice kept stealing glances at eachother. Little did the rest of the crew know, what really had happened between the two of you.

@aimkatsz @telfords-genderfluid-prospect

[bernardbedizzyy]

I remember the first time I watched Lego monkie kid I thought that Tang looked similar to Cyrus Borg. So you know what I did?

Obvs I headcannoned them as twins what else am I supposed to do 🙏

Here are my headcanons to my headcanons ‼️

- Tang and Cyrus liked the identical twin look, hence the fact they both have the same exact hairstyle even as adults.

- Tang constantly stole food from Cyrus. Cyrus had 5 cookies on his plate? Nevermind, now he has 4. He looks away for 2 seconds. Oh great. Now there’s 3.

- Despite liking the identical twin look, they never had the same interests. Tang was a historian and was absolutely OBSESSED with JTTW. Cyrus liked tech and all of that fancy modern stuff. Their split shared room was truly amazing.

- Whenever they’d get into those usual sibling fights, they’d have to be kept away extremely far from each other. This is because Cyrus would try and roll over Tangs feet.

- Cyrus considers Mk as his nephew, Tang considers Pixal as his niece.

- both are autistic. U cannot change my mind on this one.

- Cyrus helped Tang make his food review website

- (throwinf in my Tang and Pigsy are married headcanon for this one) Cyrus was one of the first people to know that Pigsy proposed to Tang. Also one of the first people to know that they were dating.

- Both moved out around the same time. Cyrus was the first one to get a job though.

- The ninjas have no idea that Cyrus has a twin brother. Only Pixal knows so far.

- Are in close contact. They give each other regular updates about their lives.

- Cyrus yelled so loud when he found out his twin brother was the potential reincarnation of Tang-freaking-Sanzang

- Tang yelled so loud when Cyrus sent a picture of the destiny’s bounty just parked in the sky somewhere

- Tang tries to visit as often as he can. Mk tries to tag along as much as he can

- Tang always tries to get Cyrus something whenever he’s on one of those mystic monkey adventures. Cyrus absolutely adores the little lantern city pin Tang got for him.

- Cyrus adores the technology in Megapolis, but doesn’t wanna move. He likes it here in ninjago.

- Cyrus adores spoiling Mk. The entire reason why bro has all that monkey king stuff is because of Cyrus. Cyrus best uncle 🙏

- the first time Pixal met Tang, she thought that Cyrus suddenly gained the ability to walk. Then she saw Cyrus entering the room and got very confused.

- The first time Mk met Cyrus, he thought that Tangs ankle injury got really really bad. Then he saw Tang pop out from behind Cyrus and yelled for a minute straight.

- when Mk was younger he’d always ask the next time they’d go back to see Cyrus.

- Tang texted Cyrus that “a random child is in my boyfriends noodle house” and then Cyrus texted back “Play dad”. Tang responded with “okay” while Cyrus spammed that it was a spelling mistake. 5 years later Tang responded to one of the spammed messages with a video of Mk riding a bike and Tang saying in the video “I taught him that”.

- Cyrus always looks forward to the noodles that Tang might bring to whenever he visits.

Hnnnagqhahhahnshha I love the Lego glasses 40 yr old haircut men heesssshhehaggshsh

[writerpey]

Cg!Gale ‘Buck’ Cleven & Regressor!John ‘Bucky’ Egan Headcanons

masters of the air was so good I had to write something for this pair. happy series finale, everyone! sad it’s over but so happy with the show, it totally blew my expectations out of the water. pls enjoy & request more of them if u want! & please be careful reading this if you’re sensitive to the topics of the show. take care of yourselves, everyone <3

John keeps his regression tucked away from the others at Thorpe Abbotts as a secret little part of himself that, before Gale found out about it, he wished he could drop straight out of a B-17. He tried to deal with things the way all his comrades did. He drank, slept around, got into fights with the British soldiers at the bar and placed bets on the Yankees against the Cubs. It just wasn’t enough. It felt close to enough when Gale would wrap a hand around the back of his neck and drag him away from a stupid midnight decision, or when he’d be drunk enough for Gale to walk him to his bunk and help him tug off his boots with a familiar sigh.

Gale could tell when John was close to a breaking point, when his best friend was itching at his own skin and antsy to get in a plane and out of one at the same time. He knew something was different about John, especially when it would get late and John’s eyes would glaze over and he would refuse to leave Gale’s side. Gale had an inkling that sometimes John acted out just to get his attention. And when Meatball would run over John would gasp happily, the joy of a little boy emanating from his excitement.

Gale climbed out of bed one night after seeing John’s was empty, throwing on his jacket and stepping outside. Sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, John was sniffling, hands rubbing at his eyes and shoulders shaking.

“Bucky? What’s goin’ on?” Gale questioned gently, concerned for his friend and ready to take any step necessary to comfort John.

John was terribly embarrassed that night. Sniffled and cried and blubbered unintelligibly to Gale about a fog in his brain that wouldn’t go away until he felt like a kid again. That Gale made it worse, but better, and he was so fucked in the head for being like this and—

Gale stopped John’s negativity in an instant. “Bucky. It’s okay. I’m here for you. You know that, I know that. That’s all that matters.”

The pair fell into step with one another with the ease expected for two soulmates. It took a lot of coaxing from Gale to get John to not only tell him when he was feeling small, but to encourage him to regress more often to avoid all the bad decisions that came with John not dealing with war trauma properly.

John had come back to his bunk one night with a bleeding nose from an escapade in town, and the lecture he got from Gale was enough to make him regress instantly. He looked up at Gale with big, apologetic eyes while Gale’s steady hands wiped away the blood under his nose with a damp rag. “Sorry, Buck. Shouldn’t have been bad.”

As a caregiver, Gale is very accustomed to John’s needs and loves to dote on him, though he’s never afraid to pull rank on the other. His stern tone carries an air of disappointment to John when it’s necessary, which serves to make John regress fairly easily.

John has a lot of energy when he’s small, well-rested, and knows his group isn’t going to be called on mission for a couple of days. He’ll tear around base on his bike and steal extra eggs from Lemmons at breakfast, play fight with Gale and beg Curt, Rosie and Croz to play a game of baseball together. He’s at his happiest when he can be as carefree as he wants while everyone except Gale has no idea he feels small.

Gale has to work hard to reign in John on those kinds of days. “Bucky, no. You can’t take without asking. I don’t wanna hear that you’re hungry. You ate a dozen eggs.”

John is a super touchy person in general, and when he’s small he’ll literally hang off whatever part of Gale he can get a hand on. Throwing himself over Gale’s shoulders at mealtimes. Clutching the back of Gale’s jacket while running away from Curt. Trying to stick his finger up Gale’s nose for no apparent reason. He likes to annoy Gale, a little shit-disturber at heart.

On harder days for John, fresh off a mission, he gets far more needy. Gale’s heart always breaks in his chest when he wakes up to John making small noises of distress in the night. He often wakes him up with soft shushing and his hand stroking through John’s dark curls. “Just a dream, Bucky. I got you.” Gale whispers, even while knowing that truly, they lived out their nightmares. But the deep timbre of Gale’s voice and his steadying presence always soothes John, who often stretches his arms out to be pulled into Gale’s lap.

Gale really likes when John is especially small. He flushed red the first time he asked John if “maybe, you would let me read you a story?” Gale loves the quiet, intimate moments they get to have together, tucked up in a B-17 with The Hobbit in hand and the sun setting, whisked away to another world even just for a few moments. He feels untouchable with John’s head under his chin and the sound of Lemmons tapping away under the hull of the plane.

When it comes to nicknames, Gale isn’t the most creative person in the world. And quite frankly, if he even dared to call John something too sappy, John would explode from embarrassment. So Gale sticks to Bucky most of the time, but Johnny also made its way into his vocabulary. John’s ears go red and he grins very, very widely when Gale taps him under the chin with a gentle utterance of “Good Johnny.”

John calls Gale a plethora of names. They range from Buck to old man to a very shy Papa, only when John is super small and feeling especially brave. It makes Gale cover his face in kisses.

All in all, Gale is an attentive, kind, thoughtful caregiver who is stern when he needs go be with the little rascal that John is. And John is a fireball when regressed, but in desperate need of the care that Gale is always, always willing to give him.

<3

[thelovelylolly]

Hey! Can you do Robin Buckley x reader going on a picnic date?

Picnic Date

Summary : It's a nice spring day that you were about to waste indoors, but your girlfriend has a great idea. Warnings : none :) Notes : robin and cute dates? sign me up (thank you for the request <3)

It was spring break, the time when all teenagers threw parties, went on vacations, escaped school for a bit. And you were spending your time laying around your house and doing nothing. Super fun, right?

It was the third day of your spring break and you were doing your usual routine. Wake up, eat breakfast, get ready to go nowhere, and set up camp in front of your t.v. for a marathon of whatever show was on. You were waiting through a commercial break when your doorbell rang.

You sighed and got up. "Coming!"

You shuffled to your front door, unlocking it and opening it.

There stood your amazing girlfriend, Robin. She smiled when she saw you. "Hey there, haven't seen you in a bit," she said.

"Sorry, I've been busy watching t.v. all break," you replied with a laugh. You glanced down and noticed the basket she was holding, your head tilting to the side with confusion. "Is...is that a picnic basket?"

"Yeah! I biked over here so that we could have a picnic and take your car but, uh..." Robin trailed off, looking at your empty driveway.

"My parents took it for the week. Said they needed it for a work trip."

"Aw, that sucks. Guess we have to bike there!"

You rolled your eyes and giggled. "I'll be right back, let me grab my things."

Robing leaned forward and kissed your cheek, leaving you blushing as she went back to her bike. You touched where she had kissed as you turned away from the door.

Now, with a pep in your step, you quickly pulled on your converses and grabbed your spare house key. You walked outside, making sure to lock the door, then went to your garage to grab your bike. You walked it over to Robin.

"Man, you take forever," she teased.

"Shut up," you replied, smiling as you nudged her.

The two of you mounted your bikes and were off.

--

Robin led you to a park next to a lake. Kids were playing on the playground while their parents watched from benches, some older women were walking on a nearby path while middle schoolers zoomed by them on skateboards.

You and Robin locked up your bikes and she grabbed the picnic basket. "Come on, let's find the perfect spot."

She took your hand in hers and the two of you walked down towards the lake, away from everyone else.

Once you two found a place to sit, Robin handed you the basket while she laid out the red and white checkered blanket. You sat down next to her and opened up the basket.

"Okay, so I have sandwiches from that one deli you like, fruit, and..." Robin paused for dramatic effect as she pulled out a small container. "Ta-da! I made cookies! Or attempted to make cookies, I'm not sure how well they turned out. They may be a little underbaked but-"

You cut her off with a quick peck on the cheek. "I'm sure they're fine, Robin. And if they are so bad, then at least we'll be sick together."

She beamed at you before handing you the sandwiches. The two of you ate in silence, watching the sun reflect off of the rippling water of the lake.

Soon, your sandwiches were gone and so was the variety of fruit Robin packed. You were eager to try the cookies she made, even if they wouldn't be the best thing.

"You sure you wanna try one? This was like, the only time I managed to bake something and not basically destroy the kitchen, which may be a good sign but it may not and-"

"Robin, babe, I'm sure they're fine," you said softly, smiling and grabbed a cookie from the container.

You took a bite and Robin watched and waited for your reaction. You chewed a bit, then nodded.

"Not bad, Rob," you mumbled with your mouth full of cookie.

She smiled. "Really? You're not joking?"

You swallowed and shook your head. "Not joking, these aren't half bad."

Robin squealed and tackled you in a hug. You giggled and held onto her as you two fell back onto the blanket. After a second, she pulled away but quickly kissed you. You smiled into the kiss, tilting your head to the side as you did.

"You make me so happy," Robin whispered once she pulled away.

"You seem more happy to have made cookies."

"Hush, you're ruining the moment."

[jimothy-hopkins]

Meddling Kids XI

WARNING! This work/series contains mentions of slut shaming, EDs, gore, implied torture, implied SA, SH, violence, and many other things that can trigger some viewers. I will also mention that this work does NOT intend to glorify, romanticize, normalize, or promote ANY of these behaviors or ideas. That is not who I am and that is not what I stand for. Please do not take that message away when you read this.

Guess who got her motivation back?

Gary lounged out on Jimmy’s bed, arms resting on either side of his head with his feet barely hanging off the bed. He sighed, turning his head to watch Jimmy, who was busy drawing something in his spare notebook.

“I’m bored,” he mentioned.

Jimmy glanced over. He thought for a moment. Jimmy had barely done anything fun in the past month or so. Sure, he’d been going on one too many misadventures. Those always wound up in some danger. Hell, they’d stumbled across an entire snuff film and what was a possible drug cartel. He still woke up in cold sweats from the intense nightmares of Alice Cuellar being brutally tortured. He felt like a criminal for just having seen it.

“Yeah, we should do something,” Jimmy replied.

“So where are we going?” Gary raised his scarred brow, rolling on his side.

“Carnival put your shoes on,” Jimmy replied as he closed his sketchbook and sat up to grab his sneakers.

“Oh, so a date? You’re so bold, Jimmy-boy,” Gary grinned as he double-knotted his doc martens.

“Shut up,” the ginger scoffed as he opened the door.

The two made their way out of the boys’ dormitory. It was already pretty late, but thanks to the start of daylight savings time, they could still see the sun. Jimmy grabbed the keys to his bike garage and opened it, choosing his fastest bike to drag out. He got on and ushered Gary to step on the back pegs before Jimmy pedaled down to the carnival.

Gary sighed, tilting his head upwards to breathe in the crisp spring air. He held Jimmy’s torso for support as they zipped through the streets. He really did need this. The last few weeks had weighed heavy on him, especially running into Daniel. The fucker acted like he didn’t even know him. What was his problem? Had Leo’s death fucked him over so bad he forgot Gary completely?

He just sighed and rested his face on Jimmy’s shoulder. He watched the gray-colored waves of Bullworth Bay sprawl across the sand, creating the illusion of a depressed beach.

That’s when Jimmy got the bright idea to speed up out of nowhere as they hit the drop to the carnival. Gary yelped as he squeezed Jimmy.

“What the fuck was that for? You almost gave me a heart attack, moron!” Gary yelled as he stepped off Jimmy’s bike pegs.

“Cause It was funny,” Jimmy grinned as he locked his bike up.

Gary rolled his eyes as he and Jimmy approached the gate, paying their admission tickets to walk in.

Of course, the first thing they did was go to the thriller rides. Those roller coasters whipped and spun around so fast and so hard that Jimmy wondered how they didn’t get whiplash. The carnival had many new additions this year regarding rides and attractions. It was a lot more fun than riding the same three rides every single time. So far, Gary and Jimmy had ridden the Twist-A-Whirl, the Freak Out, Ring Of Fire, the Yo-yo, and Silver Bullet. Surprisingly Gary had only gagged up once during their little adventure, much to Jimmy’s relief. He’d never forget how Gary puked on him on the roller coaster last October. Yuck.

“Can we do something else now?” Gary asked as they walked around aimlessly.

“Wanna play a carnival game?” Jimmy asked.

“Sure, I bet I can win more prizes,” Gary smirked, running off to the nearest game booth he saw.

Jimmy shook his head, bounding after his scraggly friend to go kick his ass in some silly carnival games.

They went through a few silly games like ring tosses, darts, pellet rifles, the dunk game, and the strength test.

Their final game was going to be a little water gun game. So far, they’d been evenly matched in price winning. Jimmy won two little keychains, and Gary scored a dumb squeaky horn purely meant to annoy everyone within their vicinity, along with a giant snake stuffed animal.

They sat, paying their money as other people sat to also play a round. Gary licked his lips and teeth, hoping to break their tie and give Jimmy some embarrassing gift. Unfortunately, Jimmy also had the same mindset ahead of him.

As soon as the bell rang, they lined their water guns and started to fill the tank to raise the hung stuffed animals. Gary’s hands trembled, sending his aim off. Just like that, the water cut off, and Jimmy won.

“Congrats, kid! Pick your prize!” The elderly carny smiled.

“Yeah, I’ll take that My Little Pony stuffed animal,” Jimmy shrugged.

The carny gave an odd look but used one of his hooks to grab the pony off the rack and handed it to Jimmy. “Have fun, kid.”

Jimmy nodded and turned to Gary, handing him the plush. He always found those ponies creepy.

“Seriously?” Gary grimaced.

“Take it or leave it,” Jimmy rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, moron, how about the Ferris wheel?” Gary asked, tucking the bedazzled pony under his arm.

Jimmy shrugged, so Gary could only take it as a yes. The pair walked to the slow-moving attraction and coughed up the cash required before stepping into a capsule. They sat adjacent, looking at the horizon as the ride began to move.

“I hope we don’t get stuck at the top,” Jimmy looked down.

“Why? Scared of heights, James?” Gary teased.

“Shut up.”

Gary moved closer, now right beside Jimmy. He quickly began to nudge and push him. Jimmy glanced over,

“What are you poking me for? You’re rocking the cart dickwad!” Jimmy said, slapping Gary’s arms away.

“So what?” The scar-faced boy laughed.

Their miniature slap fight continued, and small chuckles and playful insults were exchanged.

A sudden impulse took over, and Gary grabbed his face and went in for a kiss.

Now Gary had never kissed anyone before, not even his own mother. He hated almost all types of physical affection, yet Gary chose to go in for a kiss.

Jimmy flinched in surprise but quickly caught on and pulled Gary in. The kiss was brief, but it held passion. More passion than it should’ve. So when Gary realized what he was doing, he pulled himself off of Jimmy and sat at a distance.

“Wow,” was Jimmy’s only response.

He hadn’t even realized they were at the apex of the wheel. The sun was now fully set. The whimsical lights danced and provided a colorful display around them. Gary looked away, taking a moment to process his actions and catch his breath. He felt like he was living in a teenage dream or nightmare.

Not another was exchanged between them when the ride descended. What was there to talk about? Gary wanted to punch himself. He was letting this new kid get too close. They’d made a friendship over the trauma they went through in the past three months. Dr. Bambillo would flip his shit if he knew.

They walked side by side, exchanging silent glances over the loud whirring of rides and screams of people.

“Hey Jimmy! Over here!” A voice called.

Gary looked over his shoulder.

It was Donald Anderson dressed up like the circus puked on him. He was standing at the front of an attraction with the word ‘Headspin’ written above it. Purple and red lights flickered sporadically, making it appear like a sick fever dream.

“Wanna try our new haunted house? The nerds and theatre kids are all working on it!” He explained in a psyched-up manner.

“Sure, don’t see why not,” Jimmy shrugged, walking through with Gary behind him.

Most of the scares weren’t really eventful. If anything, Jimmy just said hello, since most of them were their peers. Gary didn’t take much interest in the attraction either. He did hold his stuffed pony a few times, though.

They turned down a darker hall that led them to a hall of mirrors. Gary and Jimmy shuffled around, occasionally bumping into their reflections and swearing.

Gary looked over his shoulder, catching movement in the darkness of his peripheral.

“What was that?” He asked out loud.

“What was what?” Jimmy replied.

“I saw something.”

“Yourself?”

“No, someone else.”

Gary whipped around, the color draining from his face. Behind Gary was a tall man dressed in a sick imitation of John Wayne Gacy’s Pogo the Clown. The clown held a bat wrapped in barbed wire and covered in what Gary hoped was fake blood.

Jimmy didn‘t even think twice before grabbing Gary and running in the opposite direction. They could hear the heavy footsteps tailing them with the most bone-chilling laughter echoing down the hall of mirrors.

They escaped the mirror hall and dodged behind a doorway into another room. Gary held his hand over his mouth to calm his breathing. He looked over to Jimmy, whose hands clutched the splintered rotten wood of the wall. Gary didn’t think he was capable of expressing that amount of terror.

His head snapped over, hearing the slight pang of metal on metal. Gary’s gut dropped, watching as another clown in the likeness of Pennywise approached with a machete.

“FUCKING GO, MORON!” He yelled, shoving jimmy out of the doorway.

They screamed, begging for help as they dodged obstructions in their path and dove through the cluttered, run-down rooms of the house. Gary kicked a foldable table out of his way, finding furniture stacked against an exit door.

“Come and help me, moron!” Gary demanded as Jimmy quickly came to aid him in deconstructing the barricade.

Quickly, they managed to shove the door open and run out, escaping to the bright area of the carnival. Gary shuddered as he tailed Jimmy, heart beating out of his chest. That haunted house was no joke.

Jimmy scanned the area, finding Donald once more. He walked up to the nerd and snatched him by his collar, holding him in a vice grip.

“What the hell, man? You need to get those clown guys in check!” He yelled.

Donald blinked, dumbfounded.

“Jimmy, we don’t have clowns.”

[bardkin]

need to fling some downer ttrpg group thoughts out into the ether.

really stuck in a rut, just in general, and like... it's the usual. hate work, feel shitty, co-workers turning my existence and mistakes into jokes, can't do much of anything about it.

only upside right now is my big online roleplay group has started back up, i'm involved in a monthly-ish online dnd game with out-of-state friends, and in-person friends are open to learning pathfinder 2e.

sounds great! why am i not nearly as excited as i should be !!!

i don't think i'm a good fit for my in-person group, when it comes to tabletop rpgs. out-of-state group is more of a balance when it comes to combat and narrative, tho they lean a little more combat thus far.

in-person group could do nothing but crunchy dungeon crawls and be more than happy. and yeah, combat's fun, but i like story - a lot. and barely any of them really seem to, or they at least could comfortably live without it.

so i know how pathfinder is going to end up, after a while. we can maybe get one session of roleplay bullshit before they start wanting to hit stuff with abilities. & like, fair to 'em i guess, but i'm personally kind of over heavily combat-focused stuff. like i said - balanced is nice. it just felt like a lot of previous sessions we'd done in dnd 5e were Mostly aimed at combat, or Getting To combat, with just a bit of inter-party fuckery in between violence-oriented shenanigans. mostly interrogating enemies that we saved for info gathering, double-crossing a group, shit like that.

their characters aren't Bland or Just Stats & A Class by any means, they're... it's the difference between a Paragraph of Biography vs a Page of Biography. like, it doesn't seem like much at first blush, but comparing concepts between all of us always... feels really imbalanced. and i always feel kind of ashamed and embarrassed for putting more than three to five sentences worth of thought into my PCs.

i wanna possibly bring up something like Kids On Bikes (and hacks/homebrews of it so we can fuck around in all kinds of settings & scenarios), but i really doubt they'd go for it. "never know till you ask" etc etc, my rsd is already flaring at the thought of them not liking the idea. i'll get around to it, i just have to be ready to take the hit & be further disappointed.

i just know they'd most likely turn it down. there is a chance they'd say "sure, let's give it a shot" but that feels slim & i'm also not sure what the fuck i'd do from there. i'm so expectant that they'll turn down the idea if/when i ask. that's Probably the anxiety talking, but it's a high likelyhood due to my observation of play styles. (i don't even wanna think of how they'd react to me asking if they wanted to try something like Wanderhome. i can just hear "what's the point [if i can't hit stuff & see big numbers go up]?") i really doubt any of them would be willing to get even close to the level of character roleplay that i'd love to engage with & put forth.

like. i'm not asking for crit role levels of Grown Theater Kid Actor roleplay. i'm not even asking for like... acting specifically. i think i just kinda want a game where the characters have a bit more to them, & we have pre-game discussions about what directions we want the story to go. not just "we all separately make our characters, only really share our info with dm, & provide an introductory sentence about our pc on game day."

it's not currently possible for me to make other in-person friends, let alone find ones that would want to play narrative-driven ttrpg systems.

so i'm just kind of stuck & feeling bad about it.

[shinygoku]

Kanto (Pokémon Region) kind of sucks.

Y’know, from a quality of living in it point of view.

It’s so urbanised there’s no wide open spaces, the only nature is tiny fringe areas around the cities, extremely regimented right-angled routes, a menacing forest filled with bugs, and awful nightmarish cave systems. The largest single Pokémon habitat is the Safari Zone, something between a nature preserve and a tourist attraction.

Most of the Kanto Pokémon themselves are Poison type, either formed by pollution or thriving from the ambient levels of it. The singular Ghost family is all Poison. Pokémon also swarm around in disused buildings, like the Powerplant (oddly empty of people. Was that before or after Zapdos roosted there?) and the Cinnabar Island Mansion.

The latter of which is filled with the horrors Science can do. Reading the papers sheds light on what made Mewtwo so hostile and why he’d wanna go hang out in a cave instead. While less foreboding, Ditto, Voltorb, Magnemite and Porygon also seem to be man made mons, either purposefully or through unexplained mutations, though the latter category seems to be the case with the aforementioned Pollution Pokémon of Grimer and Koffing.

Other mons are treated poorly, with Lapras being hunted to near extinction, Magikarp being sold as a grift, Slowpoke having their tails cut off, and Team Rocket having 1 confirmed kill on the mother Marowak. While there is a dedicated cemetery for departed Pokémon, the graves were later moved for human convenience, to repurpose the resting place as a Radio Tower! The Casino started as a Front for Team Rocket, but even under new ownership there are again Live Mons given away as prizes for gambling enough. Multiple trainer classes, including one of the Gym Leaders, use whips!!

There’s odd subtext of hostility and abuse of power in the Kanto games:

A drunk old man blocks your path (in the Localised ver, he just needs Coffee lol)

Some annoying kid forcibly drags you to Brock’s Gym if you try to pass

The Nugget Bridge gauntlet (which also seems to be a Team Rocket scheme, were the kid trainers aware of that?!)

Bikes cost more money than you can carry even though there’s a huge Bike only route, which itself is full of hostile people

The guards posted around Saffron City (the big crossroad town of the region) who only let you through upon being given a bribe (of water, but as all 4 were allegedly thirsty, how come they decide to suddenly be Good at the same time??)

Also in Saffron City is the Psychic Gym forcing the Fighting Gym into obscurity

Your Rival ....Green/Blue who is the Professor’s Grandson and who tries to stop you getting a map, as well as being written as a friend turned bully before the events of the game and constantly puts you down on your adventure

But even then, you don’t play as someone totally virtuous, you grab whatever isn’t nailed down as par the RPG course, but beating up a nerd for a Fossil and taking an Eevee from an apartment are a little beyond the norm. But then again, Team Rocket aren’t even subtle about their goals or operation. People just do whatever!

There plain ass doesn’t seem to be much to do, either trawling around in cities where a big shopping mall is in 1 town only, a museum in an even more boring town, hostile “natural” areas or... Pokémon battles. You can see why everyone and their grandma challenges you.

--

I’m not saying all this makes the setting a bad game, though! I kind of love the Edge and the Grime! Kanto games are very flawed but the way it managed to weave a lot of insidious subtext into the games is pretty impressive, though I can’t be sure how much was intended lol

...I admit I almost completely forgot about the Sevii Islands, but I simply have no idea what they’re like as I never played FRLG and they seem to be gone again in Let’s-A Go lmao

While it’s unfairly overplayed as hell compared to the other regions, it really stands out for the Cruddiness! Johto, Hoenn and Sinnoh all feel like Ghibli paradises in comparison, and the later regions not based on parts of Japan all have a different flavour even when they’re quite urbanised too. (I’d like to go into the other 3 regions of the first Tetralogy some time, they’re what I know and love the most ;3c)

Disclaimer: My observations on Pokémon Kanto are not indicative of how the real Kantō region of Japan may have been in the 90’s.

[velvet-paradox]

Between (Part Two)

Fandom: Stranger Things/Marvel AU

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Female reader, Jim Hopper x Joyce Byers, eventual Female reader x Jim Hopper, eventual Jim Hopper x Female Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: the new neighbors next door are really something, huh?

Length: Medium

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY, ok look... one little idea pops in my head and here we have this mess; take it or leave it (PLS TAKE IT): explicit content, voyeurism, strong language, oral (m receiving), unprotected P in V, creampie .

Tagging: @synnersaint @yiiiikesmish

ENJOY!!!

"No no, like this!"

Jim smiled in his own backyard watching Will do a summersault on the grass. El laughed at him, missing out on those little fun things as a child. Not poked and prodded and forced to use her powers for hours on end.

"Now you try!" Will and the rest of the kids were still pretty young at heart. They played some fantasy game that Jim had never gotten the grasp of, biked around and would sometimes play a pick up game of basketball at the rec center. He hoped El wouldn't grow out of that stage just yet. Seventeen. He was suddenly reminded of what you had said when you first met, that you were a bad influence of sorts. Jim wondered how many hearts you broke along the way to land Steve Rogers.

"Hey Jim, we're out of basics, would mind running to the store?" Joyce finished soaking the dishes, sliding in the last plate he could hear from the window while he smoked and watched the teens play.

"Sure thing! Keep an eye on em' while ya?" 

"Whatever you say, chief." Joyce blew him a kiss and tossed hum the keys through the open bay window. 

Jim turned down the radio in his truck, lurching forward in the seat as he saw storm clouds rolling in. Thick dark pillows clouds gathered and just far enough I the distance he could see little sprinkles of blue white lightning in the future. A few droplets of water hit his cheeks when he walked into the grocery store. 

Jim grabbed a few things the house needed and few that it didn't. Did he really need to buy an extra six pack and a box of Twinkies? No, but they were in the cart anyway. He strolled through the aisles and just as he put the last bag in the backseat there was a shout from behind him.

"Look out!"

Bang. 

Son of a bitch!

A wild shopping cart, dizzy from the gaining wind slammed into the back of his leg. As he rubbed his knee quick footfalls came closer.

"Omg Jim I am so sorry!" You grabbed the shiny red handle of the cart, spinning it away. "Damn thing got away from me! Are you ok?"

"It'd alright Y/N, I'm alright." Jim winced and his eyebrows met his hairline when you dropped down to a squad, touching his knee. His skin felt too hot and wished the rain would just get here already. Wash away this strange new feeling. 

"Are you sure?" You asked and looked up at him through your lashes. Poor Jim. He caught just the briefest of glances down your shirt.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

You got up with a bounce. "It's not busted is it?"

"Nah probably just a scratch, nothing serious. Trust me, I've had worse.”

"Gosh I am really sorry, Jim."

"You don't have to apologize, that storm is coming in hot. I'm surprised more carts aren't flying around here." Jim joked, relaxing when you smiled. 

"I'm parked just over there," you thumbed behind you, Jim could see the trunk of your car was still open, then you turned back with a wicked twinkle in your eye. "Wanna' race home?"

"What?"

"I'm kidding! I know you're a lawman." 

"Was, a lawman. "

"Once a man in a uniform, always a man in uniform." You touched his arm, not the way you touched your husband's but close enough to let it linger.

....

"So... what do you think?"

"You look like a princess."

"Or something a princess ralphed up." Will joked as El spun around the living room in a too pink, too puffy sleeved and flounce homecoming dress. She frowned.

"Will, be nice." Joyce never could scolded Will, not like she did before everything had turned Hawkins on its' head.

"I'm just joking!" Will hid his shit eating grin and hugged his stepsister. "You know I'm kidding, right El? It looks nice it's just..."

"Just what?" El asked swished the skirt of the dress.

"It's just, I don't know El, it's not you. Not your style."

"My style?" El's frown grew and she moved and plopped down on the couch next Jim. He patted her leg. "What's my style?"

"I don't know. You haven't figured that part out yet." Will shrugged.

"Look at Mike, he rocks band tees and ripped jeans because that's his style, that's how he is. And Max, she's a big music head so she wears what her idols wear. You'll figure it out. Pink just doesn't describe who Eleven is."

"Oh."

"Don't worry sweetie, we'll take you to the mall and have a girl day. How does that sound?" Joyce offered just as the timer on the stove went off.

....

A crack of thunder and a purple wave of lightning lit up the night sky, rain came down in full on sheets. Jim checked and rechecked that he had in fact rolled up all the windows on the cars. It sounded violent. 

Another sleepless night.

The sounds outside put the whole Byers/Hopper house expect for him. Munching on a banana in the kitchen didn't help, the glass of cold tap water didn't either. He hung his head at the sink, gingerly placing the glass on the surface. He walked through the living room with a yawn but stopped short when a flash of lightning illuminated the empty space between the houses. Jim squinted,  uncertain of what he just saw or thought he saw until he got to the window.

What was with these glimpses into other people's lives that lured him like a moth to a flame?

It was wrong to be nosy, to be that neighbor. He thought of Gladys Kravitz from Bewitched, always on the look out for something strange across the street.  But there was something goin no.

As Jim peered through the downstairs window, no enough to cast a shadow or let himself be known.

You were in your own living room, moving your head back and forth while Steve had his hand at your throat. He was choking you, shaking you around in the candle lit room. Steve's hand slapped your face twice in succession, not violently but enough so that you pouted and looked up at your husband. Jim fumbled around for the phone but stopped when he lifted the receiver, Steve was pointing at you, then the floor. Jim couldn't see much after that, other than the top of your head that made a good shelf for Steve's large hands as you sucked him off.

....

Adventurous is what Joyce called it when he told her the next afternoon, finally the weekend to enjoy and indulge in some much needed R & R.

"Their young and in love Hop, it's fine. Their consenting adults and why are you watching them anyway?" Joyce asked, rummaging through the clean and maybe not so clean piles of laundry in the bedroom.

"I wasn't watching them! I just happened to look out and see Steve choking and slapping his wife!"

Joyce regarded him. "Jim. People experiment sexually all the time, maybe their into some kinky stuff."

"Well we don't do that stuff!"

"No Hop we don't and you know why?"

Jim abruptly looked at his wife. "No, why?"

"Because we're not them!" She laughed and at least threw a clean pair of socks at his face. "We're old and we have young kids in the house... once it's just you and me, if you want to fool around with that kind of thing we can explore it then but for now," Joyce shook out a shirt and as an after through smelled it and tossed it down quick to the dirty pile at her feet. "Yeesh. Until then, I am a-ok with our missionary."

"That's all we do." Jim didn't mean for it to come off like that, he was fine with it too but sometimes he wanted to bend his wife over, take her from behind, tug on her hair, smell her neck.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing."

"Oh no, not nothing. Explain yourself, Jim Hopper. " another wad of socks bounced off his chin.

"It's nothing Joyce really. I didn't mean anything by it. Just like, I don't know. We used to be like them I guess, not slap happy shit or that what do you call it-- exhibition junk, but we used to do it all the time, all over the place. Remember when I turned thirty-seven and we had sex at skull rock like we did in high school?"

"Yes... and you're right; that was pretty fun." Joyce smiled in her reverie.

"Ya' know I think that was the last time I fucked you from behind. Jesus, maybe we are old..."

The laundry basket hit the floor with a thud, all her sorting efforts gone to nothing. Joyce strolled around the end of the bed and grabbed Jim's foot. 

"You uh, maybe wanna do that now?"

Jim burst at the seams. Nobody wake him the fuck up.

"Wait, now?"

"Yeah now! The kids are gone, it's just you and me for the next hour or so," Joyce wiggled her eyebrows and twitched her lips to the side. "Or maybe even later."

....

Fuck this felt good. Why did this feel so fucking good? He almost forgot the feeling, the way Joyce melted and clawed at his arm wrapped around her waist. How her muffled breath for more sounded to his ears, his knee made a popping sound but that didn't stop him from fucking his wife. If anything it made him lust after her even more. Joyce laced their fingers together on her soft stomach, bent over her and smelled her hair, her perfume. The slap of skin on skin, their hot bodies set in unison drove his cock deeper into her. 

"Jesus Hop, don't stop!" Joyce moaned and slipped out of his grip, falling to the mattress as his thrusts sped up, chasing the lightning of both of their orgasms.

"Christ Joyce, that's it. That's fucking it!" Jim tugged on her mused hair, scratching at her scalp, stretching her around him until the final grunt of her name as he came, letting go inside her as Joyce gripped the sheets by her head and followed over the edge with a wail.

"We gotta’ do that more often." Joyce panted, rolling over and fixing her tits in her bra. It happened so fast her shirt was just shoved up enough to expose her chest, jeans hung loose at both of their ankles.

"How much time did you say we had?"

Joyce laughed in hysterics, turning on to her back. The sheets were ruined and would be added to the pile on the floor, especially when she reached out for him. He fit between her legs, wet and flaccid cock reviving against her sex when she pulled him in for a languid kiss.

[multifandomwhore-003]

Pregnant

Pairing: JJ Maybank x female! reader

Summary: Making the choice wasn't hard, asking for help is.

Genre(s): Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of abortion.

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You knocked on the door, John B opened it.

"Hi, I uh- I'm looking for JJ,"

"Oh, he's in the back fixing his bike," he let you inside the house.

You awkwardly walked to the other door, as you walked to the backyard, regret hit you.

No, it wasn't a good idea to come here. No, you shouldn't be here, yet you were.

"JJ," you made the blonde boy turn around.

"Y/N, hi," he tossed a towel behind his shoulder, "What are you doing here?" He crossed his arms over his bare chest.

You and JJ met over two months ago, both of your friends always seemed to go to the same places, so you got to know him after both groups decided to talk one night. Three weeks ago you hooked up, and now you were knocked up. You wore a condom, just to be clear.

"I'm here because I have to tell you something," you scratched your neck.

"Is everything okay?"

"Well, depends on how you wanna see it," you confessed.

He frowned.

"I'm pregnant," you spat.

He widened his eyes as he stared at you coldly.

"But I'm not having the baby,"

He sighed relieved, "For god's sake Y/N, don't play with me like that,"

You chuckled, "Stop being so dramatic,"

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you have the right to know,"

"I mean, it's not like you need me to make a decision, you already made up your mind," he pointed at you with his hand.

You both stayed in silence.

"Was that all?" He finally spoke.

"No, I-" you bit your lip, "The real reason I came here is that I don't have anyone to go with, my parents are out of town and you're the first and last person that I've told,"

"So what? You want me to be by your side through all?"

You gulped, "You know what? This was dumb, I'm just gonna go and we don't have to talk about this, ever again," you shook your head.

"No, wait," he grabbed your hand, "It wasn't dumb, sorry I sounded like an ass. When are you going?"

"Thursday 2 pm,"

"Fine, I'll pick you up at 1, deal?"

You nodded.

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"Well, we're here," JJ stopped the car.

"Oh, boy," You squinted her eyes at the sight of women and men who were protesting outside the clinic.

"Hey, I'll punch every single one of them out of the way if I need to," JJ placed his hand on your knee.

You got out of the car, he interlaced your fingers with his and sighed before starting to walk. The small crowd began to invade you with every stupid argument they could come up with. Their lack of empathy of a sixteen-year-old girl who wasn't in the position to have a kid astonish you, you used a condom but had bad luck, you weren't irresponsible or stupid, it just happened. You weren't religious, so you couldn't care less if they told you that Jesus wasn't gonna love you anymore; you didn't have a lot of sexual experiences and so they had no idea of what they were saying when they called you a whore. A guy tried to grasp your arm and so JJ had to pull you closer to him to protect you.

You entered the place and a woman immediately received you.

"Sorry you had to go through that," she scorted the both of you to a chair, "They call themselves Christians, the children of God; but they're just a bunch of racists, homophobic and transphobic hypocrites," she rolled her eyes.

You felt safe with her words.

"So, which one of you will get the abortion? I'm asking because we recently got a pregnant trans man,"

"She is," JJ pointed at the girl.

"What's your name?"

"Y/N Ruiz,"

The woman checked through the screen of a tablet, "Oh, here you are Miss Ruiz, seems like you're right on time for your appointment," she smiled at you, "Doctor Jones will do your procedure, come with me so we can prepare you,"

You nodded and saw the blonde boy.

"I'll wait for you here, okay? I won't go," he kissed your hand before you left his sight.

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As you moved towards the lobby, your eyes were greeted by a nervous Blonde boy walking in circles with two ice creams in his hands, a white rose, and a red box. When your eyes met him, he giggled happily and gave you everything he had in his hands.

"I know it may be a little too much, but I didn't know what else to give you, to be honest, I didn't know if it was right to give you anything at all. I decided to just buy the most basic stuff, sorry if it's awkward or-"

"JJ," you interrupted him, "It's perfect, besides you got my favorite ice cream flavor,"

"Well, I remember you ordered it when we all went to the beach for the millionth time,"

You chuckled before going out again. This time you ran toward the van as fast as possible. Once you closed the door, you looked at each other as if you just won a war.

"So, should I take you to your house," He started the engine.

"No, how about we just go to the beach and enjoy the icecream?"

"Sure, we can watch the sunset there,"

You opened the window and breathed the tropical air, you watched the trees pass by and took your hand out just to have more sensibility of the environment.

"JJ, can I ask you something?"

"Mhm," his eyes were glued to the road.

"What would you've done if I'd decided to have the baby?"

"I would get a job or two, I mean, I had to support you whatever your choice was," he turned to see you.

You smiled brightly at him.

[soyouthinkucanwrite]

The money thing (part 1/2) - Daniel Ricciardo

It's always the little things, isn't it? The smallest stupidest things make almost no difference and then make all the difference in the world. They make everything special, but they also have the power to tear everything appart.

You and Daniel fight about money for the thousand time and he's had enough of it.

Warnings: super angst, but with a happy ending :)

Guys, this turned out WAY BIGGER than I expected, so I'm just gonna do a part 2, okay? Okay, thanks for understanding!

Song that inspired me: A list by HVOB

You and Daniel had been dating for a couple months now, having met through a common friend and hitting off almost instantly. You lived in Amsterdam and he, well he lived all over the world really, but his "time off" (meaning not racing) was spent between Monaco and London (for work), and Amsterdam now too, of course.

The changes were small and subtle at the beginning, like your weekends being spent traveling to meet him wherever in the world he was and consequently spending almost all your savings on plane tickets. You never complained to him (you planned on spending the money traveling anyway, so you didn't see the point), but didn't accept when he offered to buy your tickets, either. There's been some awkwardness around the subject but it usually died on its own.

*beginning of flashback*

"You’d have gotten here in time if you'd gotten the early flight like I told you" you remembered him saying that time you got in the paddock after the qualifying session had begun and couldn’t kiss him good luck.

"Baby, I told you. It was crazy expensive! Absurd even!"

"(y/n) for god's sake! What are we saving money for? I told you, you have my credit card number, I've offered to get you one, this is ridiculous, I can't believe I literally earn millions and my girlfriend wasn't there with me because the ticket was too expensive! I'll fucking fly you private if I have to!" he was almost yelling in his driver's room. You could only stare from the corner.

He took a deep breath running his hands through his hair. "Sorry. It's just... it was crap out there. I needed you" you grimaced at his words.

"Sorry. I really am..." you tried to approach him. "I'm here now?" you touched his arm. "It can't have been that bad, you're still on the top 10 and we both know what you can do from the 8th car..." you smiled at him.

*end of flashback*

He started to spend much more of his time off with you at your place, so you decided to get a place by yourself (having a roommate was great for company and splitting the rent, but having a roommate there while you guys just wanted some much-needed privacy was not working). Then there were more traveling to meet him, furniture for the new place, clothing for all the events (GPs or not), uber rides here and there... all of that without mentioning that you weren't being able to get the freelance jobs you used to get to make some extra money, so yeah, to say things were tight was an understatement. You tried to do all your shopping alone, so he wouldn't offer and you wouldn't refuse or be awkward about it, but Daniel seem to be glued to you whenever you were in the same city (not that you’re complaining).

He started to spend much more of his time off with you at your place, so you decided to get a place by yourself (having a roommate was great for company and splitting the rent, but having a roommate there while you guys just wanted some much-needed privacy was not working). Then there were more traveling to meet him, furniture for the new place, clothing for all the events (GPs or not), uber rides here and there... all of that without mentioning that you weren't being able to get the freelance jobs you used to get to make some extra money, so yeah, to say things were tight was an understatement. You tried to do all your shopping alone, so he wouldn't offer and you wouldn't refuse or be awkward about it, but Daniel seem to be glued to you whenever you were in the same city (not that you’re complaining).

The thing is, you always had trouble dealing with money. Sure, you liked to pay for your own stuff so as to not owe anything to anyone (especially boys), but it was so much deeper than that. Ever since a kid, you hated asking for money from your parents, and sometimes even the thought of buying stuff that was a bit more expensive made you sick. You couldn't explain why, you just felt guilty having so much and knowing that most people have never even seen that amount. It's not that you didn't want to spend it and save for the sake of it, you just didn't handle the idea of money very well. Needless to say, dating a millionnaire was bound to cause trouble in the relationship for you.

You were currently at his place in Monaco. It was the summer break and you had decided to spend some days just chilling at home, just the two of you - which you were glad since going out means hair, makeup, clothes, accessories, shoes... and, let's be honest, the kind of places he usually took you is not the kind of places you just throw something together last minute (the Instagram models and other driver's girlfriends looking you up and down were enough to make you think about spending money you did not have to hire a stylist or something like that). The whole situation was really stressing you out and you knew you would have to be honest with him eventually, instead of only dodging the subject and refusing most of his offers to pay. You tried to. You kind of tried. You suggested staying at home, in bed, most of the time, and he gladly agreed, but that strategy wasn't gonna work forever. You had to be honest with him. But at the same time, you knew what he was going to say and do, and the thought of him spending money on you, even if just by handling the restaurant bill, wasn't something you were much more comfortable with. Besides, it was only a matter of time before the "gold-digger" term starts to fly around in the small world that was the F1's.

You were laying on his couch, the Olympics playing on the TV but you were too busy overthinking the money thing to pay attention. Daniel was laying with his head on your lap, absently caressing your thigh and watching the TV. His phone went off and he moved to pick it up.

"Hello?" you watched as he answered the phone. "Hey mate, how's it going? Uh nothing, we're just chilling at home. Getting some rest... Yeah, I'm getting rested, you dirty-minded son of a bitch" you rolled your eyes while he laughed out loud on the line with someone. "Yeah, I know... the 19th is it? No, it's fine. Yeah, yeah. I'll be there. Alright, mate. Thanks for calling. Have a good one! Bye!" he hanged up and leaned in to peck you on the lips.

"Good news?" you asked him.

"Not really. Just wanted to kiss you" he shrugged, smiling. You smiled back and hugged him, pulling him in for another kiss. He was always so caring with you, always finding an excuse to kiss or touch you. You knew some people didn't like it, but you loved it. Physical touch was definitely one of your love languages.

"What's happening on the 19th then?" you asked him once you guys set apart from the kiss.

"Gotta be in London. Gonna run some testings and other boring race stuff..."

"Hum..." you hummed in understanding.

"You know what would make it less boring though?" he asked and you just looked at him, you already knew what he was going to ask you and it wasn't that you didn't want to spend every minute of the day with him, but you simply couldn't afford any more traveling, especially not in such short notice. "If you came with me. Huh? What do you say? A week in the Queen's land? Then we can fly together to Spa and after the race, I can go with you to Amsterdam. The next one it's the Dutch GP anyway, I'll just get there sooner" he laughed. It was crushing you, the man of your dreams was literally beaming at making plans with you, talking about spending the next few weeks glued together and you couldn't say yes.

"Dan, I have to work" you smiled sadly.

"Can't you work from distance? Or, I don't know, I mean... I know it's tiring, but you could come to London and fly home a bit early, then just meet me in Belgium?" great, his solution includes even more flying. And the thing is, you really didn't mind the flying. You always slept during the whole thing anyway, so you never got tired and the jetlag was minimal. You could work from distance, sure. Your boss wouldn't mind, as long as you got there eventually to check in on everything. But the whole logistics were just too expensive. There was no way you could afford it.

"I... sorry, I don't think I can" you said sadly and watched as his face dropped.

"That's fine, baby. I get it. I'm asking too much, all this traveling... don't worry about it" he tried to mask his emotions but you knew better. He knew you could in fact work from distance, so he was probably thinking the reason you couldn't do it was because you didn't want to.

He got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. Meanwhile, you couldn't help but bury your face in your palms. This was so frustrating!

"You wanna go for a run or something? Maybe get something to eat?" he called from the kitchen, already moving on from the subject. You knew this whole thing was only gonna keep build up till he got tired of your excuses or you blowing up, probably the former, but you just keep going.

"Yeah, sure" you answered, getting up from the couch.

You and Daniel were both very active so going for a run, hiking, riding bikes, or whatever in the middle of the day was really routine for you. The Monaco summer weather was as beautiful as always and the sun was shining bright. You enjoyed the rest of your afternoon racing each other, kissing in the harbor, and just taking in the views, spending quality time together. Money wasn't even a thing in your bubble for a while.

"I'm getting hungry" he said on the way back home.

"Me too, and I'm super hot. I could go for a juice or something right now" you were all sweaty from the running, but you didn't care, he was too.

"You're always hot baby, I don't think juice gonna help with that" he grinned at you and you just rolled your eyes at him.

You passed by one of his favorite spots for food, nearby his place and he suggested getting some take-out, to which you agreed.

"Green juice, and a chicken wrap?" you tried to decide while the both of you waited in line.

"I'll never understand how you drink that"

"I've seen you drink that too, it's actually very refreshing"

"Because I'm forced to, I'm a high-performance athlete baby. But I'm on a break, so I'll have a coke, thank you very much" you laughed at him. He was holding your hand and tried to kiss you, wrapping his arm around you, you didn't dodge his kiss, you would never, but still laughed at the fact he wanted to kiss the sweaty mess you were right now.

"I'm gross, only you" you laughed.

"That's my baby, with no makeup she a ten" he rapped shrugging and grinning.

"Alright Lil Wayne, I know that one, don't even finish the verse" you laughed at him, making him laugh out loud, getting everyone's in the restaurant's attention.

"It's true, though"

"Sure..." You just shook your head smiling. Then you heard someone call his name.

"Hey! Daniel!" you both turned around to see Charles and Charlotte sitting in a corner, him waving at you two. You had met Charles a couple of times before but never spoke too much to him. They seemed to be leaving anyway, so they walked towards you guys, instead of towards the door.

"Hey mate, how's it going?" Daniel greeted him with a handshake. "Hey, Charlotte! You know (y/n) yet?"

"Hi! I don't think so, hi! How are you?" she greeted you smiling.

"Hi! Nice to meet you. Hi, Charles!" you said.

"Hey, (y/n). You're keeping him in line during the break? Char won't let me cheat my diet either" he laughed.

"Oh, that ship has sailed long ago! Daniel will just roll into the paddock if it's up to him" you laughed back.

"Hey! I think I've earned the right to some extra calories, we've been working out extra hard lately" Daniel said waving his eyebrows suggestively, making Charlotte giggle, Charles rolls his eyes and you go even redder than you were from the actual workout, while he just laughed out loud.

"I don't even want to know" Charles said. "Always great running into you mate" he was getting ready to say goodbye.

"Are we seeing you guys tomorrow?" Charlotte asked you.

"Tomorrow?" you asked her.

"Stefano's birthday" she said like it was obvious. Stefano Domenicali was the President and CEO of Formula 1, but you didn't know that yet - still, her tone made it seems like it was someone Daniel knew, so you just looked at him. He just rubbed his neck, looking a little embarrassed. "Oh, wait. Please tell me I didn't just said something I shouldn't" she looked at Charles.

"No, no. He invited me. Us, actually" Daniel reassured her. "I don't think we're going though, forgot to mention to you" he said looking at you.

"Uh mate, I wouldn't skip that if I were you. He didn't even invite all the drivers I heard" Charles said. "Maybe just stop by to say hello?"

"Stop by... a yacht... at the sea?" Charlotte said grinning at him. Daniel looked at you.

"You feel like going? It should be fun" he asked you.

"Sounds fancy... I mean, I don't mind if you go" you said.

"Common... I’m not going alone" he nudged you.

"I don't even have anything to wear, Dan" you told him.

"Oh! We can go shopping together!" Charlotte said and you had almost forgotten they were still there.

"Perfect!" Daniel answered for you. You could only imagine the types of stores she shopped.

"Tomorrow morning, then? Daniel can text your address to Charles for me? I'll pick you up!" she was being really nice about it.

"I thought you wanted to go today?" Charles said.

"That's when I thought I would have to go shopping with you, so I could use the extra time since you're the worst shopping partner ever!" she laughed at him.

"Burn!" Daniel laughed.

"His fashion taste is not the most reliable, let's face it" she laughed and kissed his cheek. "It's a date then (y/n)?" she looked expectantly at you. You didn't want to let her down, it was so hard to make friends with the girlfriends of other drivers, they were usually so... not nice. You could always just help her and find something to wear in your own stuff later.

"Yeah, sure! See you tomorrow, at 10?" you said simply.

"Perfect!" she beamed.

>>> end of part 1 <<<