#I'm so fucking TIRED of this bullshit man PLEASE get me out I need to play something else I gotta stop

[arashi-no-saxlphone]

I need the good Axl players to stop fucking being so noble and acting like this character is good before I lose my fucking mind. Zato actually got to be top 10 at one point and they never fucking stopped complaining about him why are we pretending that this shit is not completely absurd? (This is not a dig at Zato players I do think it's insane that they shot him that bad and yet nothing has ever happened to fucking Happy Chaos) Why is it ok for every other zoner to to what Axl is doing and ALSO get mixups and pressure and plus frames??? There is a fucking OCEAN of discrepancy between characters here. I am so tired.

[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Treat You Better - Lando x Fem reader

Summary: Y/n broke up with Lando a while ago. One night she overhears a conversation that makes her want to protect him.

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, bad words, alcohol consumption.

Word Count: 16K

Notes: Nosey me really wants to know what happened at that nightclub. I hope you like it, and as always, feedback and requests are very welcome.

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You hated this situation, you felt so bad for Lando. You couldn't shake away the memory of the model walking in that bathroom with her friend talking about how Lando was going to be the best way to help her career, and that she just had to deal with all the F1 bullshit, his and his friends' childish behavior for a couple of months to get enough contracts, and then she'll try to find true love. Honestly, you couldn't believe someone like her could love anyone but herself.

“I think you should warn him”

“I don’t know. If he still hates me as much as he did when I left, he’s going to think I’m doing it out of spite, or that I want him back”

“And you don’t?” Your bff looked at you with a knowing look.

“Off topic” You took a sip from your wine glass.

“Fine. But don't you think it is super weird? What were the odds of you and her being in London, at the same restaurant, inside the same bathroom as she decided to spill her stupid plan?"

"I must be paying some freaking karma" You sighted drifting into your own thoughts,

"Ok, enough about this, are you ready for tomorrow?"

"Are you seriously making me go?"

"Of course! Y/N, you need something to keep your mind off things and I don't want to go on my own, I barely know the guy"

Ellie had met a DJ through Tinder and he had invited her to a private party he was playing at, in one of the Monaco nightclubs.

As much as you wanted to stay back and melt into the anxiety the situation had put you in for the last month, you agreed because that was the best friend thing to do.

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You got to the nightclub, it was a launch party for a cosmetic brand. As you were led to the DJ booth, memories rushed back. You had joined Lando for a couple of nights during his DJ era. Fuck, you had missed this, and you missed him. You needed to keep those thoughts away and an open bar seemed like a good solution... or so you thought.

It had been a few hours and a considerable number of drinks when Ellie grabbed your hand and pulled you to talk to your ear, a strange choice since the music wasn't even that loud, it was one of those parties where influencers and models try to get contracts and to get known by PRs.

"Please, promise me we're not leaving"

"What?"

"Please, promise me. I'm having a good time" She pulled the puppy eyes trick, but what was she talking about?

"Ellie, how drunk are you?"

"Look over there" she discretely signaled to a table towards the exit.

What was she doing there? Was Lando there too? You almost panicked, but he couldn't be. He had raced in Baku that same day. Yes, you still knew his calendar by heart. Usually, he would fly back home the next day. This explained why she was throwing herself at some guy on her table.

"Fuck"

"You promised"

"I didn't"

"Please"

You knew this was a bad idea, you already dreaded the girl, and seeing her hump all over some guy, as Lando was away, made your blood boil. You tried to stay and keep her off your mind but it was impossible, there was no amount of alcohol in this world that could make this situation bearable.

"I'm going home"

"Y/n, please"

"If I have to see her dry-hump another guy for two more seconds I might actually punch her"

"Don't go! C'mon"

"Elle..."

"Fine, let me know when you're home"

You hugged your friend goodbye and rushed towards the exit. On your way out her voice caught your ear, that voice you couldn't keep out of your head. Clearly, you had offended the gods.

"Oh no! I'm single at the moment. I'm sooo tired of dating man-childs, like, they're fun but it's so exhausting trying to have a conversation when all they can talk about is themselves and how cool their little toys are"

Before your brain could catch up with your body, you were already making a beeline toward her.

"Hi, sorry, can I steal her for a second?" You faked a smile to the PR as you grabbed Mila by the arm and pulled her toward a dark corner of the club.

"What the fuck? Let me go!" She tried to shake your hand away when she recognized you. You finally let go of her and stood cornering her against the dark wall.

"Listen to me, you're going to stop this nonsense about Lando"

"Why? Does your career need a boost and you want him back?"

"At least I have a career people can talk about, and not just who's going between my legs"

"Fuck you" She tried walking away but you blocked her path.

"No, you're going to listen to me, you little shit. You and your stupid friends can think whatever you want about Lando, but I won't let you damage his image just so you can have your five minutes"

"I don't know what you're talking about" Her shit-eating grin seemed even worse to your alcohol intoxicated eyes.

"Really? So it wasn't you who told one of your friends that you just had to deal with this F1 bullshit for a little while to get enough contracts?" Her breath hitched for a second but then the smug face returned.

"Please" she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. You wanted to punch her stupid grin away.

"Last warning, either you stop this nonsense, or everybody will know what a shitty person you are"

"Honey, no one's going to believe you, they will just think you're a jealous, bitter, ex-girlfriend"

"Are you sure? Have you seen the comments?" You pulled your phone from your bag waving it in her face " You don't seem to have the crowd on your side. So, listen, "honey", you want to date him, be my guest, but stop talking shit about him, he doesn't deserve it"

"Fuck you" She pushed you to the side and walked back to her table. You turned around and people were staring at you, also a few phones were pointing your way. Fuck, this was going to be all over the place.

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You were still shaking when you got home. You hadn't been this angry at someone in a long time.

You took a cold shower to ease the heat inside you, took a sweatshirt from your closet, and went to bed.

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"I'm surprised you didn't punch her in the face, you're such a grown-up" Ellie sat by your side on the couch.

"I wanted to, bad. But I'm not jail material. What about you? I was expecting Mr. Dj to be here this morning"

"We went to his house"

"And?"

"It was nice and all but you know I don't sleep out-"

A hard knock on the door caused a stinging pain in your head. Stupid open bar.

"I'll get that" Ellie walked to the door as you laid your head back on the couch and closed your eyes trying to ease the hangover pain.

"Please tell me Mr. Dj sent coffee"

"I guess you're in for disappointment" His voice made your heart stop.

You took a deep breath before opening your eyes and leaning back up to look at him.

"Can you give us a minute, Ellie?" He spoke before you could say a word. Your best friend who looked as shocked as you, turned your way. You nodded yes.

"I'll be over there. Nice to see you Lan" She walked to her bedroom and mouthed "Tell him" as she passed you.

"Care to explain?" You could hear a slight hint of anger in his voice, and like the psycho you were, it was making your heart rush. You were always playfully pushing his buttons to anger him enough that it would lead to rough sex, but sex was not the final outcome this time. So you had to take another deep breath to ease the heat inside.

"Y/n?" His saying your name did not make things easier. The space around you started to feel smaller by the second. You stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Coffee?" Your voice hoarse, as if you had been screaming for hours.

For a second his mind drifted off topic, your outfit being nothing but an oversized sweatshirt caught him off balance, even more when he realized it was one of his. A buzzing on his phone brought him back to reality and the name on the screen back to the topic.

Mila Where are you, baby?

"No thanks, I'm not here for coffee, I'm here to find out what the heck happened last night?" He followed you but kept a safe distance.

You started working the coffee machine, a cheap way to escape his presence, as a fight took place in your mind, should you tell him? Was he going to believe you?

"Y/N, I don't have all day, why did you attack Mila?"

"I didn't attack her" You finally spoke.

"That's not what the media says, and what the video shows"

"There's a video? You can't be safe anywhere" You joked.

"I'm being serious" He finally walked up to you taking the empty mug from your hand. "What the fuck was that? just because you don't have anyone in your life, it doesn't mean you have to ruin my relationship with Mila"

Low blow, Norris.

"Relationship?! Please, Lando" You spat before you could process the words.

"What? Just because you didn't want a relationship with me it doesn't mean other people won't want it either"

"What made you think I didn't want a relationship with you?"

"Umm, the fact that you ran away in the middle of the fucking night after ONE fight, ghosted me for two weeks, and just sent an "I can't do this anymore" text before blocking me from every single place? I'm not stupid"

"It wasn't just one fight. We had been fighting so much for the last month, and that last time the only difference was the volume"

"But that happens, just because we love each other it doesn't mean everything is going to be sweets and roses"

The word love sent lighting throughout your body.

"Lan, I didn't leave because of those fights. I left because you weren't happy with me, with us" Your eyes started watering, leaving him had been one of the toughest decisions.

"What?"

"You were lying to me, you were hiding. Does that seem like a happy relationship?" He stared at you confused "I knew about your nightclub and dinner escapades when I wasn't going to the GP's. I never minded you going to those things without me, I don't know why you started lying about them?" You could see it on his face he knew he had screwed up.

"But I never cheated or anything, I promise"

"I know, but it felt as if I was keeping you from doing stuff you wanted and that you felt the need to hide from me" You felt like he was being forced to be with you, like you were keeping him from things he liked.

"Y/n, I was so fucking happy with you, I just...I wasn't thinking. I saw how others got in trouble for going out alone and thought, I... I fucked up" He walked closer toward you and shily played with the hem of your sweatshirt.

"Lan -" His phone rang in his hand, Mila's name on the screen shattering the moment completely. You sighed and stepped back "Just be careful, ok?"

"Careful?"

"She might not be what you think she is"

"What are you talking about?"

You bit your lip still unsure about spilling it all out.

"Y/N"

"I heard her at Scully's a month ago. She was with some friends, I was in the restroom when she got in and I heard her tell her friend that she just needed to deal with F1 for a while to get enough contracts" You kept the details to yourself, they felt unnecessary.

He looked hurt but not surprised.

"I'm sorry" You whispered.

"Is that why you were fighting yesterday?"

"Yeah, basically" You weren't sure if telling him the "attack" had also been fueled by seeing her dry-hump two different guys was good, it seemed he had received the message.

"Why would you care?" He softly asked, his green eyes fixed on yours.

"Lan" You turned back to the coffee machine, the noise grounding you and keeping your mind from drifting into the romantic scenarios it was dying to go to.

"Tell me" He took a step closer. You could feel his body heat radiate towards you.

"Just" You knew where this was leading, what he wanted to hear, but you weren't sure you wanted to say those words.

"Bull" His hand landed on your hip. The electricity from his touch made you jump.

"Lando, stop it please" You stepped to the side escaping his touch.

"No" He took you firmly by the waist and turned you around, trapping you against the counter. "Why would you do that?"

"What do you want to hear?"

"Just tell me why did you do that?"

"Please just leave it" You closed your eyes and threw your head back, this situation and the awful hangover were killing you physically and mentally. But all Lando could see was your neck, it was almost begging him to kiss it, but he fought the urge, he needed you to accept you wanted him too.

"No, I don't want to" His voice was almost childlike.

"God Lando, damn it! I did it because I couldn't stand her talking shit about you. Yes, you can be stubborn, annoying, and sometimes such a child that I want to kill you, but you're also a loving, caring, responsible, smart and such a wonderful human being you don't deserve someone treating you like that. Happy?!"

"Yes" He pulled you from your waist and joined your lips.

His flesh touching yours felt like a breath of fresh air. You couldn't fight it anymore, and as much as you wanted to deny it, you loved him, you loved him deeply.

Your hands found their place behind his neck, softly playing with his curls.

His hands traveled down from your waist to your thighs, caressing them and indulging in the warmth of your skin. He then squeezed your ass and pulled you to carry you to the sofa.

He sat on it as you straddle him. He gave one last peck to your lips and started kissing down your chin, reaching that sensitive spot on your neck right below your ear as his arms pressed you harder against his body. Making you moan at the feeling of the bulging sweats under you.

"I've missed you, don't leave me, please" He whispered softly against your skin.

His phone buzzed again inside his pocket.

"Lan, wait" You pushed his head away from your body.

"What?"

"You're with Mila"

A breathy laugh made his chest bounce.

"C'mon, we were just fooling around"

"Does she know that?"

"Now you care about her?"

"It's not her. But I can't be a hypocrite. I don't want the bad karma"

"Fine" He took the phone from his pocket and dialed. After a couple of rings, you heard that damn voice coming from the speaker.

"Baby, I've been calling you for hours, where are you? Lucia and I are waiting for you to go to the marina, I promised her we would tan on the yacht today"

"Mila, we're done"

The line went silent for a few seconds. You could almost picture the shocked face on the other side of the phone.

"What?" Her voice was a thousand octaves higher.

"What you heard. Go find someone else to leach from. See ya" He hung up with the biggest grin.

"Happy?" He said as he turned off his phone and placed it to the side.

"She's going to kill you"

"Good thing I have my own personal bodyguard" He buried his face on your chest, inhaling your scent, he had missed so much.

"Oh, now I'm your bodyguard?"

"Yup, fuck Jlo's bodyguard, now I have the hottest one"

"You're such an idiot"

"As long as I'm your idiot I don't care about anything else"

You pulled him to kiss again. His hands sneaked under the sweatshirt, caressing the soft skin inside it.

"Nice outfit by the way" Hi said against your lips.

You turned to look down at it and then realized you were wearing one of the sweatshirts you had stolen from him. You had worn it nonstop for weeks after the breakup until his scent had faded.

"I'm sorry I stole it"

"It looks way better on you"

He pulled you back to resume your makeout, as your hands played with the curls at the back of his head.

"You've been awfully quiet over here..." Ellie said out loud walking the hallway. "I just want to make sure you've not killed each oth-" She stared at the scene with a terrified look on her face.

"Please tell me you weren't having sex on the sofa"

"You're about a year too late"

"Ew, please tell me that's a lie. I really, really like that sofa and I don't want to have to burn it" She stared at you, disgust all over her face.

"He's joking" You punched his side playfully.

"Promise?" she asked

"Promise"

"Ok. And, as much as I'm happy you two are back together, please take it to the bedroom and give me five so I can be far far away before you start your unholy activities"

"Three is the most we can give you" Lando stood from the sofa carrying you.

"Two" he said kissing your neck and walking toward your bedroom.

"Nooo, c'mon, stop it" Ellie rushed to her room "Just let me get dressed and I'll be out of here, please!"

"You're mean" You smiled against his lips.

"And you're mine" Hi bit your lower lip closing your door with his foot.

"Send me a message when you're done and I can return"

"See you next week!" Lando yelled back. He returned his lips to your neck, removing the only piece of clothing covering you.

"Very funny!" Was the last thing you heard before the front door slammed.

As much as it sounded like a joke, Lando was determined to make up for lost time.

Tag List: @wtrmlnsgr94, @ricsaigaslec, @ironmaiden1313, @formulas-bitch,

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Okay, so, the ask about yandere platonic dick cheating and how the reader would react has me wondering; what would happen if the reader somehow found out that Dick didn't actually change and decided to go no contact, because they couldn't trust him or maybe because they just don't want to be around someone like that? Would that cause Dick to spiral more? What exactly would be the consequences of going no contact? (Like a complete cut off, although it'd be a bit hard to do that since they live in the same house)

(I was a bit disappointed to read that he probably wouldn't change, but it seemed realistic to me because habits are hard to break and everyone in the batfam is messed up. Although, I imagine after years of therapy or something similar there might be some sort of change. But, I doubt anyone in the batfam is getting therapy... except maybe reader)

Sorry yeah, i don't like to think Dick is actually a cheater or this shitty. I just like to humor different scenarios i get requested. But you cannot deny that this man is a messy whore. THIS IS THE FACE OF EVILLL

context

Look, cheaters are so sloppy. Even the ones who put the most effort into it are always bound to slip up. I imagine batsis isn't a fool. Like Richard...no way did you just go from being a serial cheater to suddenly being completely cleansed. You're an addict baby boy.

Like i said at first he's actually wanting to get clean for his baby sis and to be a good role model. I think it'd be very obvious to you that he's actually trying. He's irritable and really struggling to cope with the fact he has to put the phone down. You can see him obsessively checking his phone for what you'd assume to be a message or notification from one of his hookups. You can tell he's torn up about loosing his partners because he came clean about his unethical practices....

There's no hiding. This is such a deep seeded issue and it is really taking a toll on him. This is something like you said will need YEARS of therapy to fix.

So now Dick is trying to bullshit you a few days later...right in front of your salad! He's just sooo happy and he's proud about this new leaf turned????? Yesterday he looked like he was about to breakdown in tears because he'd been abstinent for just 48 hrs...and now he's glowing???

Dick, your patrol ended at 2 am last night...you came home at 6 am...please don't play with me rn.

not me getting heated. lol

He doesn't explicitly tell you he's back to his old ways. He's willing to keep lying his way into keeping you and this habit but it's undeniable. You know that his gf only forgave him because he lied to her too. It makes you sick when you saw the text of him telling her that he's busy with family and then left out for the rest of the day to go be with someone else.

Maybe you explode on him about it? Last time you were as nice as you could be about it but you cannot deal with the games anymore.

I liked to think in this scenario you're yelling at him and he's just still gas-lighting you, He throws every card to make you feel bad for accusing him. It absolute drives you mad. He's just so calm while you're are trying not to strangle him.

"Baby bat, i love you. I think you're just tired and are imagining things. You're convincing yourself that i'm still the old Dick because you're hurting...i understand and I forgive you. Maybe we should set up therapy sessions to help you let go of the past? Hmm?"

"YOU MOTHER FU-"

Ugh but i love him he's so fucked

The irony of him suggesting you therapy when he's the one riddles with mommy issues and the most insane coping mechanisms...

Dick isn't going to allow you to go no contact. You cannot go no contact with someone you live in the same house with. You are bound to interact and when you are dealing with someone like dick...it just won't work. The bat kids are extremely resilient and are well versed in making someone crack. You wouldn't be the exception.

More realistically you'd probably just be cold towards Dick. That's the best you can do. Not really responding to him and basically stone walling...

But i imagine this version of Dick to be much more forceful. He's done with your self righteousness. How dare you suggest moving out. That isn't an option because he needs to see his baby sister everyday. You are breaking up the family over this. You cannot cut him off because he's flawed...it's not that serious y/n. None of the other siblings are breathing down his neck. Maybe if you weren't so frustrating..he could actually become a better person. You are the one that is preventing him from being better with all your pressure!!

You packed your bags and are fully ready to walk out of this family for good because there's just too many wrong doings swept under the rug and here comes dick who is FUMING... He's trying to rip your bags out of your hands and grab you up..

You are not doing this to him. Stop being so-

Maybe your siblings step in and help you to leave. They help Dick calm down because they respect that it's your choice to live how you'd life.

Dick isn't stopping once you're gone. Especially if you're still in Gotham. There's a shadow that follows you where you go. Tons of messages and calls from unknown numbers. Even scarily enough..a blue toy bird left at your door with a small note that read

"Missed me, my little birdie? We'll be seeing each other again soon."

[amnestria-the-elf]

So we're all just supposed to be fucking grateful that Larian gave us "new Wyll content" (evil ending for a man who is canonically incorruptible, what the fuck) and simultaneously broke him again (giving low approval greetings to a romanced PC, what the fuck).

I... I just... the simultaneous feelings of rage and utter hopelessness are overwhelming.

Listen, if you've read any of my posts you know I have a pretty clear "Don't yuck anyone's yum" policy. If you think an evil Wyll ending is interesting, fine. But here's why it falls flat for me.

First, like I said above, Wyll is canonically incorruptible. It's literally the entire basis of his character. He is a man who was coerced into making an infernal contract to save a city and had to pay a horrible price for doing so, then spent seven fucking years alone in the wilderness doing his damned best to protect the people of the Sword Coast, while all along telling his horrible, abusive patron to just fuck off already.

Now, could you argue that during the events of the game, Wyll develops a taste for evil? Sure. There are plenty of opportunities for his villain origin story to unfold. But they never do. His moral compass never wavers. Turned into a devil? He feels shame, because it's an outward sign that he was doing things for Mizora that were morally wrong, and he didn't see it before. His approval rating for the PC shoots through the roof if you save Karlach, a sure indicator of his true moral compass. His father kidnapped? Fuck that noise, we're gonna save him. Rescue Zariel's "asset"? Ugh, fine, but don't get distracted from the real reason we're here. His father gets tadpoled? Oh hells no, we're gonna take down these assholes and save the godsdamned world. His father accuses him of being an agent of a devil and is super pissy about it? "Everything I did, I did for the people of the Sword Coast."

For fuck's sake, he will leave the party if the PC gets too evil, even knowing it means he'll probably turn into a mindflayer immediately. Even if he's romancing the PC. Unwavering moral compass. So giving him an evil ending without also going back and changing everything about his character just feels like lazy writing to me.

Which brings me to the second reason all of this rubs the wrong way. Wyll deserves so much more content. More romanced greetings, more reactions to other characters' choices, a final boss battle that is actually about him, a default ending that actually makes fucking sense (I have another post cooking about the Avernus ending, so I will leave it for now.)

And please, spare me your "But Wyll was rewritten after early access" bullshit. That's Larian's problem. They chose to listen to feedback and do a late-stage rewrite. They then chose to implement it poorly and never fucking fix it. Other characters, who already have far more content than Wyll, have had even more added over the course of the seven released patches. Wyll, on the other hand, has been sitting around completely ignored until now when we get this evil ending.

Many have rightfully pointed out the inherent racism steeped in all of this. I want Larian to be better. But as Maya Angelou said, "When someone shows you who they are, believe them." I already didn't have much hope about Patch 7 for Wyll, but this... honestly, this is worse than him just being ignored again.

The thing that kills me the most is that this is just going to be more fodder for the fandom to completely mischaracterize Wyll, for those who already haven't bothered to think critically about his character at all to just be like, oh, cool, Wyll is evil now. Nope. You've completely missed the point.

I'm just... so tired. I've worked very hard to put this little bubble of Wyll enthusiasts around me (hi friends I love you all!) so that I can hold on to some shred of sanity in this fandom. The world needs heroes of color. Just let Wyll be the hero in peace.

[beowlet]

HOUSEWARDENS WITH A S/O WHO LIKES TO BITE THEM

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cw: nothing much other than fluff, Gn!Reader, usage of "You" instead of pronouns. NOT proofread.

part 1 part 2 part 3

R. Rosehearts

His love language is probably Quality Time and Acts of service but he definitely enjoys physical affection in private. However, he is definitely still a little shy. Just give the poor boy a little more time and he'll get used to it.

Probably has a hard time adjusting to physical contact at the start of the relationship. I'm skipping hand-holding stage because this guy can't even bring himself to touch you anywhere. Literally.

Let us jump to a few months into your relationship. Can finally hold your hand without a problem and he even sometimes hugs you! Isn't that cute-

Well, he has gotten used to hugs yes! But he didn't expect you to just bite his shoulder out of nowhere while hugging you?? What are you even doing?? THIS IS HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE!!

*attempts to collar you immediately*

Wasn't expecting it at all?? Why would you even bite him?? Did he manage to annoy you somehow..?- He is sure he didn't squeeze you too tight or anything... Did he say something without realizing it??

Please tell this boy that's how you show affection right after otherwise he'll overthink it all week.

Probably doesn't understand anything at all confused about how biting someone could be a way of showing affection. But he doesn't mind if you do it in private.

Always flushes red whenever you do it, Riddle tomato kinnie<3

L. Kingscholar

Good for you can you guys go back to your nap now?

Probably doesn't care all that much. I think Leona would be a Physical Touch and words of affirmation kinda guy so he really doesn't mind your biting habit just don't bite too hard and wake him up.

First time you did it I don't even think you guys would be dating.

This man drags you into the botanical garden every single day at the exact same time in lunch break JUST to cuddle with you. Doesn't give a fuck if you're dating or not.

It would be a day where you just wanted to watch the lion beastman sleep instead of resting with him because you had too much energy. Your eyes scanning the gorgeous man sleep watching his chest rise and fall... until you notice his exposed neck.

oh no

This is the perfect momment. How can you resist to urge to bite him?? Just a gentle little nibble on his arm-

Chomp

Wakes up immediately and pushes you back in reflex he is staring at you like (•ー•)

Why?

He doesn't mind it but why bite him exactly?

He just sighs and goes back to sleep almost instantly. Probably too tired to deal with your bullshit

But to your suprise he won't push you away anymore when you try to do another small nibble on his arm

Don't expect him to not bite back to tease you though. Bite you where you ask? Don't worry about it.

A. Ashengrotto

His love language is DEFINETLY Gift giving and Quality time nobody can prove me wrong nor will anybody try to because they know I'm right ☆o☆

The first stages of your relationship I would imagine it to be a bit rocky because Azul would still have a hard time relaxing around you and would be uncomfortable with the idea of physical touch at first.

At FIRST.

Once he is comfortable this boy is all over you, hugging and cuddling and kissing and EVERYTHING. He is all. in.

First time you bit him it was probably you two cuddling. Out of nowhere you just casually bit into his shoulder.

My guy YELPS

He is staring at you in shock because why?? Just why?? He doesn't need another Floyd! Why are you biting him??

Is all pouty when you say you do it to show your love.

Out of 7 love languages you chose one THAT DOESN'T EVEN EXIST??? BITING? WHY???

Eventually gets used to it and (kinda) starts liking it.

The sensations when you bite his neck while cuddling starts to feel comforting. It doesn't even feel sexual.

He only lets you bite him in private. Nothing on this planet could never and I mean NEVER EVER make this boy let you bite him in public. Arm, hand OR LITERALLY ANYWHERE. No. If you do you're getting the silent treatment.

K. Al-asim

Kalim's love language is definetly Gift giving and Physical touch. He can't help but want to shower you with gifts and cling to you whenever it's possible.

Imagining he's already very friendly I don't think he would even try to tone down the affection at the beginning of your relationship. Hugs, kisses (not on the lips he wants to save that for a special time), hand holding. He doesn't think much of it!

Doesn't mind PDA, would hug and kiss you anywhere with anyone present.

I imagine this would happen early on your relationship too, maybe when you two are studying together.

I imagine Kalim as someone who would boop his lover's nose. Do you people see where I'm going with this?

You two would be in his room, studying peacefully. Before of course Kalim gets bored and starts doing random stuff. Playing with your hair or clothes, and eventually he goes to boop your nose.

You, out of reflex, lean in to gently hold his finger with your teeth. Not biting down.

I don't think Kalim would be too suprised, probably just giggle and kiss your cheek.

So yeah! Doesn't mind it! Don't do it in public or leave marks or Jamil will be on your ass.

V. Schoenheit

Vil's love language I think would be Quality time and Gift giving I don't know might be wrong on that one I'm not too sure.

Not too big on physical touch but if you wanna hug him for a short while he wouldn't mind. Definetly tries to keep it low in public. In private I feel like he would drown you in kisses.

Imagining you tried sneaking in a bite in public, this man is gonna push you away and spray water on you like you're some damn cat.

No.

Just no.

You can't leave marks on him or do something as stupid as that in public. Will give you a full 2 hour long scolding.

Would he like it? Maybe. But has a reputation to keep. He wears many outfits for photoshoots, ones that are skin showing and ones that cover his body. But he can't exactly always wear clothes that cover his neck or shoulders.

If you wanna do it you will have to do it somewhere that wouldn't be visible. Otherwise you're getting the water spray.

I. Shroud

Oh this man is def a Quality time and Acts of Service guy. Not saying he wouldn't like physical affection but would probably not be the most comfortable with it. He needs time to get comfortable yanno?

There is no way you are gonna be able to bite this man pre-relationship. No. He isn't even out of his room most of the time how did you bag him? How??

Would have to do it while he's gaming. Maybe playing a pvp game with you or something. If you wanna win you have to distract this man a little bit...

Seated infront of a screen, both of you with controllers in hand... possibly about to break it with how much of a try hard you two are being just to win. And suddenly... an idea strikes you!

Biting Idia!

It definetly worked because my guy jumps back so hard he probably hits something. But hey! You won! Just don't do that ever again.

Just no.

Okay maybe.

Just not out of nowhere like that.

Please do it again.

NOT IN A WEIRD WAY THOUGH.

...He finds it weirdly comforting...

M. Draconia

I like to think Malleus' love language is physical touch and gift giving. He would probably buy you flowers out of nowhere. I feel like he'd bring you rocks he finds pretty too idk... maybe only I think that way...

I feel like the momment you show this man any physical affection that would be considered even a little more than friendly he would assume you two were in a relationship.

So no, once again. After you two got together.

You could do it at anytime and anywhere, but for the sake of your ear drums not being busted by Sebek's screeching voice yelling about his devotion to Malleus and how disrespectful what you just did was, let's say it was in private.

He would be suprised but probably would allow it without question. Would bring your hand up to his mouth and hold your finger with his teeth while having an expression that said "am I doing this right...?"

In conclusion he doesn't care. Do it. Bite this man anywhere you want. He likes it. Probably comforting in a way.

♡. Requested by beloved @identity-theft-101

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Simon tricks Price into their bedroom after getting desperate for his attention. #GhostPriceWeek

Day Two: Heart/Alpha

cw: omegaverse, fingering, penetrative sex, eventual enthusiastic consent, Price's hang ups with his secondary sex, mating marks, knotting. ( @gomzdrawfr )

Simon sat on the edge of the bed and watched Price as he stood by the window, shoulders squared, his hands tucked beneath his arms as they pulled tight over his chest. He was tired and Simon had tricked him into leaving his office by saying he needed his thoughts on some performance data. Price operated better with pen and paper so he was used to being called in for a face to face. Emailing him was pointless at the moment anyway, because he had several hundred in his inbox from two days leave that he was working through, and the whole fuckin’ point was to pry him out from behind his desk. Bloody muppet.

“‘m sorry, know you’ve got a lot on, I jus’..."

“Ya coulda jus’ said, Simon,” Price said tightly, still chewing over his irritation. He didn't like being lied to. And he absolutely didn't like being fuckin' lied to by Simon Riley specifically. It bit at him in a way very little else did.

“Yeah, right, like you wouldn’t’ve made some shitty excuse,” Simon said dryly, folding his own arms now. In his fleece shorts, cotton t-shirt and bare feet, he looked no less broad than if he sat there in a carrier vest with an M4 cradled in his arms, but the soft fall of the material left far less to the imagination, and Price was staring out the window partly because he knew if he looked he would give in. He smelled bloody gorgeous too, warm and inviting, a scent that sat on the back of Price's tongue and made his mouth water. Simon sighed. “You don't ‘ave time, I get it.”

Price bristled. “I woulda made time.”

“Yeah? Bullshit.” 

“Ya givin’ me attitude, lieutenant?”

“Simon's givin’ ya attitude, ya lieutenant finished his fuckin’ paperwork an’ clocked out three hours ago.”

Price flinched and closed his eyes. There had been hurt in Simon's tone; subtle, no more than a tremor in his deadpan rumble, but it had been there. That was Price told; well and truly put in his place. Served him right for being a fuckin’ cunt, didn't it? He pinched the bridge of his nose, shoulders slumping forward. “Sorry, Simon, I… uh, that weren't fair.”

Price heard the bed creak, old springs sighing with relief as Simon's bulk left them, and in the next breath he felt all the warmth of his mate press up against his back. “Yer shagged, love. I can see that. Lemme hold ya, fuck… I'm gaggin’ for a kiss. Anythin’. Haven't even touched ya in weeks. My fuckin’ ‘eart aches.” 

“Sure it's not ya dick?”

“Fuckin’ ‘ell, you grumpy wanker… so, wot? Can't want both? ‘m a man with needs. An’ one is you. All of ya.”

“Didn' ‘ave you down as the hopeless romantic,” Price mumbled, blinking quickly as Simon's warm palms swept around his waist, his nose nuzzling into the fabric of the shemagh wrapped around his neck. “I can't… I've got..”

“Ya can, please, for me… jus’ one night, let me make ya feel good, an’ then fall asleep in my arms. S’all I need an’ ‘ll stop bein’ a needy twat.” 

“Y’ain’t a needy twat.” Price tilted his head against Simon's and let out a deep sigh through his nose. It felt like a ratchet strap had broken loose, his body deflating against Simon's chest. It was so difficult to let him take the wheel; the insecure, indomitable part of Price chafing at the mere hint of submission. But it wasn't submission, was it? It was letting his partner care for him. 

Unlearning the association in his head between intimacy and surrender was a long and winding road, and Simon was so fucking patient with him. So patient that Price felt unworthy of it sometimes. It had to be frustrating to be stuck with an omega whose first instinct was scepticism when offered affection, who had to be coaxed and gentled into spreading his damn legs. Simon could have had the pick of anyone, with the size of him, but he had chosen the scruffy, half chewed wanker in a boonie hat.

Price felt Simon's chapped lips in the bristles of his beard and knew he was desperate to go lower, to close his mouth over the mating mark hidden beneath Price's scarf. It was a level of intimacy Price had always sworn he would extend to no one and it still made him apprehensive in the moments before Simon got there, no matter how many times he proved to be a safe pair of hands. The complete opposite to what anyone would expect of a man that looked like him. Price figured Simon had seen so much brutality from others that he had made the conscious effort to be completely the opposite in his romantic life. 

“See, few weeks without some practice, an’ you're gettin’ anxious again.” Simon's hands slid up Price’s torso, nose tracing his hairline at the back of his neck.

“Not bloody anxious…”

Simon's hand pressed over the left side of Price's chest. “Yer ‘eart says otherwise.” Beneath the pressure, Price could feel it; the frantic thrum of his heart against Simon's palm. The stress of the last few weeks, several operations happening overseas at the same time, all the strings in his hand, left him on a knife edge. The exhaustion was bone deep, his nerves raw. He knew he had become waspish and short with his subordinates, his temper on a trigger even more so than usual…

Some time with Simon would be good for him. Even if his mind still struggled with it all, his body was bonded. Time with his mate would help his mind find the rest that had eluded it for days now, whether it liked it or not. There were some comforts only a bonded pair could provide each other. Price sighed, lifting a hand to twine through Simon's fingers. For fucks sake, it was Simon. This was how it was meant to be. Price was allowed to find comfort in him.

“G’won then. Feel dead on my feet.”

“No need to sound so enthusiastic,” Simon said dryly.

“Yer gonna whine more or you gonna get to it?” Price grumped in return.

Simon responded with a chuckle, rubbing the side of his chin against Price's shoulder. “Bad tempered old bastard.” He said it with such deep affection that Price’s chest felt a little light.

Simon hooked two fingers in Price’s scarf, drawing it off to expose his neck and throat to the cool air. Goosebumps erupted over Price's skin and his arms dropped to his sides, fingers flexing into his palms as he chewed the inside of his cheek. The first few times they had done this, Price had snarled and put Simon on his back, teeth bared, so his jittery anxiety now was progress.

Simon chuffed softly at him, soothing noises made to gentle a distressed omega, and it appealed to Price's base instincts, the ones already luxuriating in the scent of his mated alpha folding around him. His chin dropped forward and he drew in a deep, shuddering breath so that Simon's scent flooded his senses. Simon kissed across the newly exposed skin, palms pulling Price back against his chest so that his scarred lips could reach everything they wanted, and Price lifted unsteady hands to hold his wrists. 

“Breathe, John,” Simon whispered, breath tickling the little hairs on the back of Price's neck.

“Yeah… yeah, right.” As Price’s chest filled, Simon pressed close and dragged the wet flat of his tongue over the sensitive scarring on Price’s neck. Price exhaled with a soft noise, his eyes flickering back, his knees quivering as Simon lapped again. It was like a hundred gentle fingers stroking over his shoulders, down his neck and back to his navel; a tug of pleasure so deep, so instinctual, that it was impossible to resist. 

Damp lips parted, his body sagged into Simon's arms, and Simon chuffed his approval against his skin. Price, his mind eased into a foggy pleasure, offered his first faint trill in response. It curled up his throat, a soft purr, and Simon squeezed him fondly, kissing that mark until Price's knees began to shake again.

“Hmm, easy, love. I've gotcha.” 

Simon guided Price towards the bed and gathered him into his lap, Price's knees bracketing his hips, and Price sank down gratefully, the seat of his trousers pressing to the warm bulge of Simon's crotch as they kissed, Price's hands sliding around Simon's firm jaw. He stayed lost in Simon's mouth as Simon worked his boots and belt off, letting them fall heavily to the floor. His shirt followed, Simon's fingers working down the buttons before pushing it from his shoulders. He pulled it down until the fabric pooled at Price's wrists, trapping them just behind him so that his full chest was thrust out and Simon could kiss the newly exposed skin.

“Ah, Si…” Price gasped. Simon's mouth was bloody heaven; his agile tongue curled around a nipple, lips sinking down to suckle, and Price moaned softly, his hips rolling forward to grind down against the hard length pressed up between his legs. He knew he was getting wet, could feel the slickness in his boxers; it was easy to relax into it when Simon was being so gentle, and his body was so desperate to feel him, the promise of that hard bulge was enough to make him weak.

“Thassit, gonna make you feel so good.” Simon squeezed Price's arse and encouraged the slow rut as he worked over his chest to give the other nipple the same attention. Price squirmed when Simon paused to tug his own shirt over his head and Price shedding his own completely in favour of pushing his fingers into Simon's blond hair, clutching his face close.

Without the cotton barrier, Price could rub himself against Simon's soft body hair, the firm, scorching plains of muscle, the thick musk of his alpha scent coiling around Price's mind like a physical touch, coaxing him deeper into a foggy headspace. He settled into it slowly, reluctant to let his control and alertness slip, but their mated bond smoothed the process. The descent was irresistible when every part of Price, mind and body, wanted to purr with pleasure at Simon's attention.

“Doin’ so good, love,” Simon whispered, his breath hot against Price's sensitive nipple, puckered and hard. He plucked open Price’s fly and slid his hand into the front of his boxers, thumb reaching down to circle the engorged, eager hardness of Price’s cock before dipping into his slit. 

The first touches sent sparks through Price's hips with such intensity that he growled, fingers tightening in Simon's hair. It had been so long. He hadn’t even touched himself in the interim; touchstarved didn't even cover the desperation currently bubbling under his skin. “Fuck, s’too sensitive.”

“Mm, you're jus’ turned on, need to relax. Here, get these off, le’s get comfy.” Simon tapped Price’s waistband and placed a final kiss in the centre of his chest, before relinquishing him. 

Price stood unsteadily, shoving his trousers and boxers to the floor until he stood naked before Simon’s appreciative gaze, his toes curled against the floor as he fought the urge to cover himself like some fair bloody maiden. “Wot?” Price asked, trying to come across authoritative but knowing it was somewhat meak given his flushed he was. He could feel the wetness between his thighs, and couldn't help how his own eyes wandered lower to Simon's crotch. 

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Simon replied, his low voice thick with desire. He shuffled back on the bed, creating himself a small pile of pillows to lean back on, and then patted his thighs. “C’mere, lean back. Still look like yer about to breach a room full’ve Al Qatala.”

“They'd ‘ave a nasty surprise,” Price murmured as he clambered onto the bed, setting his rear end down between Simon's legs, his knees gathered to his chest. Strong arms curled around him, big enough to make even Price feel well handled, and he huffed softly as he was drawn back into Simon's warmth. 

“Hm, dunno, think they'd see ya in a whole new light. Body as good as yours might bring world peace,” Simon said against the back of Price’s neck.

Price chuckled low in his throat, squirming a little as Simon's hands stroked up his belly to his chest. “I’ll ask Kate whether she thinks yer idea’s operationally via-ah, fuck, Sim-mmn.” 

Those soft lips had closed around his mating mark again, palms massaging his tits before fingers and thumbs began to caress the soft blush of his nipples. Price’s body relaxed in increments, the slow build of heat and pleasure as Simon stimulated two erogenous zones chasing away the last of the anxious tension keeping his back and shoulders stiff.

Simon slid his palms down the length of Price's body to his thighs, lifting them over his own to spread his omega open, and Price huffed in momentary discomfort. He felt exposed, vulnerable; he glanced at the door, tried to keep his eyes open, but Simon deepened his kiss against Price's mark as one hand returned his chest, the other sliding gently through the folds of his cunt. Three points of warmth, of being covered and protected by Simon's body, grounded in the pleasure and reassurance of his touch. His fingers were firm, possessive, rubbing over flushed, slick skin in skilful passes, thumb and the sides of his fingers circling up and down the glistening length of Price's aching cock. 

Fuck, when had he got so hard and so wet? When had his body become so desperate for Simon's touch that it now throbbed under his fingers? Price made soft, tortured noises of bliss as Simon played with his cunt, suckling harder on his mark to trap Price in a feedback loop of euphoria that overcame the momentary distress of being spread open. 

Simon's moan of appreciation rolled through Price's body from his shoulder, and Price curled an arm up to hold Simon’s head, lifting his hips in encouragement as he surrendered completely to his alpha's hands. Simon's mouth drew away from nursing his mating mark to nibble Price’s ear, muttering soft praise. “Yer so fuckin' sexy…”

Price huffed a soft, delirious laugh at how drunk Simon sounded, slurring out ‘sexy’ like it was treacle on his tongue. Suckling on all those omega pheromones had done a number on him. But Simon soon got his revenge, his second hand joining his first at Price’s cunt, a thick finger sliding inside.

Price lifted his head and looked down the slope of his body, groaning at the sight. There were few things hotter than watching Simon's big hands pawing at his cunt, spreading his slick folds open, teasing and squeezing with perfect pressure while his thick fingers plunged in and out of Price’s hole, glistening with evidence of just how fuckin’ turned on he was, how close to the edge as thrills of pleasure pulsed through his core like an electrical current. Price rocked up into it, throwing his head back as his orgasm tingled at the very edges of his awareness. “Ung, Si… fuck, gonna…”

“Yeah, g’won, don't hold back,” Simon said, and the long, slow lick over Price's mating mark was enough to finish him off. He was skilled enough to slow his caresses as Price came, his entire body tensing up, eye screwing shut as he gasped Simon's name over and over. It was intense, white light behind the eyes, his cunt soaking Simon's palm, and he gasped tightly until the swell of pleasure ebbed lower and he was able to slump, panting, against Simon's chest. In a haze, he watched as Simon lifted his hands away, only to slide his wet fingers into his damn mouth with a satisfied groan. 

“Ya filthy bugger,” Price mumbled, delirious. He flopped away, his cunt still tingling with the aftermath of his orgasm, the air cool against his sweaty back as he sprawled on his front. “Gimme a moment, I'll see t' you.” Simon’s cock was testing the fabric of his shorts, a damp spot soaking through at the tip, and Price’s mouth watered at the thought of the musky taste of it. 

“Oh, love, only one place I wanna be. Tha's knotted inside ya.” Simon lifted his rear and shoved his shorts, his thick cock flopping back against his belly, strong veins running its length from root to tip, ruddy and leaking. Price let out a soft moan, pressing his chest down and lifting his hips a little. The sight and smell of it in the mire of pheromones and arousal, the way he wanted Simon's heavy bulk over him, pushing him down… 

“Oh, fuck, yer wanna be bred, don’tcha, love? Desperate for a good fuckin’ knot, my hot load fillin’ y’up...”

“You got a filthy fuckin’ mouth, Riley…” Price growled, fuck… half moaned. Yeah, he wanted all of that. Every last word.

“Can't help it, seein’ you like this, so ready fer me, does somethin’ to my brain.” Simon rolled onto his hands and knees and crawled over the bed until he was sliding over Price's back, his knees either side of Price’s thighs. The slick head of his cock pressed into Price's slit, nudging the underside of his cock as it slid back and forth, teasing. “Tell me ya want me, John. Tell me ya want me t’ mate ya.”

Price clutched at the sheets, panting, as he felt Simon's huge cock grind against him. His heart hammered in his chest, not through anxiety, but raw, primal need and excitement. He could feel Simon above him, big, thick all over, his body glowing with the heat of arousal, the bulbous tip of his cock pressing insistently against Price’s entrance with each pass. He felt enveloped, overcome, and all he wanted was to feel his alpha inside him. “Yeah, Simon… please… fuck me, please, need ya…”

Simon growled possessively, his cock sinking into Price's cunt all at once, sheathing itself inside him in a single, fluid thrust that knocked the breath from his lungs. He felt so perfectly full, Simon's huge prick satisfying the clutching need tightening in Price's gut. Simon didn't give him a chance to grow used to it, the fullness, and withdrew for another deep thrust that ground his full, heavy balls against Price's slit.

Simon didn't need encouragement, his knees spreading, cock plunging deep. Price cried out as his body was made to yield over and over, relaxed muscles stretching wide, so slick that every thrust sent a hot swell of pleasure licking up Price's spine. Simon curled around his back, big arms bracketing Price’s shoulders as his belly bumped against the curve of his arse, cock welcomed deep inside Price's eager cunt as Price tilted his hips up, his knees digging into the mattress for purchase. 

“Yer so fuckin’ wet, fuck,” Simon groaned, hips slapping loudly, shunting Price into the bed with the force of his movements, strong arms keeping him pinned in place so his body couldn't be forced further away..

And it was so damn bloody good. 

Simon found the perfect angle, punching low moans from Price's chest, stoking a furnace of white hot pleasure in his gut that only intensified when a large hand folded over Price's jaw, thumb slipping between his lips like Simon wanted to possess every damn hole Price had. Demanding lips found his mating mark once more, teeth nipping and tongue laving, short-circuiting Price's brain as he moaned wetly around Simon's thumb. 

Simon was so hard, so fuckin’ big, Price was sure he could feel Simon's heartbeat throbbing through his cunt; a relentless, powerful thrum matching the frantic pump of his own. It was his only anchor, his mind soft, completely enraptured by his alpha’s body, his scent, the sound of his guttural snarls as he took his pleasure and promised to come deep inside his omega’s cunt. Price's body was like Semtex, manipulated in Simon's hands until the very moment he wanted it to detonate. 

“Harder, fuck… Simon, harder, yeah, yeah, like that, mmm, ahh!”

“Such a greedy hole, perfect fit for my dick,” Simon growled, his voice tight.

The stretch intensified as Simon's knot began to swell, forcing Price wider, and Price would have been ashamed of the wrecked wails breaking from his throat if he'd had much awareness left. Simon had fucked him senseless, his mouth hanging open, his hands scrambling at his sheets, his entire body numb and alight with sensation at the same time. Just a snug, wet, eager hole for Simon to fuck. He balanced there on the edge, his toes and fingers tingling, the intensity of the pleasure making his cunt spasm and flutter around the relentless piston of Simon's cock.

Price lost track of how long he was pinned beneath his alpha's body, gloriously helpless as Simon hollowed him out, wringing pleasure from him without mercy. Price needed that knot to fill, and each time it popped in and out of him was sweet torture. He needed it swollen in his cunt, locking his alpha inside him, needed to be filled so absolutely that he didn't have room to breathe, as Simon brimmed him with his seed. 

Such a desire would have disgusted him before he had bonded with Simon and perhaps, in the cold light of day it would again, but in the frenzied heat of their coupling, the thought of it made him almost mad with need. It was primal, instinctual, born from millions of years of evolution. 

Simon's hips stuttered, slapping hard in two final thrusts, before his knot ground into Price's cunt as his cock pumped him full of cum. Price moaned loudly as he was bred, Simon's teeth massaging around the scent gland beneath his mating mark to hold him still. Price's climax poured through him in answer to the flood of heat inside him, his channel clutching at Simon's knot, milking it in tight pulses as Simon rocked his hips in slow, lazy rolls, as if he could fuck his spend deeper into Price's body. 

“Christ, yer a fuckin’ dream…” Simon slurred, mouth drawing away to lap at Price’s mark between each word. His cock was still twitching, and he groaned when Price's body squeezed in response.

“Was so good, Si… so fuckin’ good…”

“My cock, my knot, everythin', s’all yours, ‘m yours… love you, John. Love you so fuckin’ much. Get so low when yer not here, when we can't be close.”

Price twisted as much as he could for the kiss, their tongues lapping together through parted lips. It was a promise. Price could do better. He could make the time. He had to. All they had was each other, and apart, without an opportunity to mate, to hold each other, their hearts ached. And he had been a prized fuckin’ wanker for being up his own arse about it earlier. It was hard enough for Simon to ask for things without Price adding to the hurdles. 

With a soft sigh of contentment, Simon nuzzled Price's hair after their lips had parted and Price's face fell back to the sheets. In the haze of fucked out bliss, Price melted into the bed, his alpha knotted deep inside him, heavy body draped over, protective bulk caging him in, Price closed his eyes and drifted…

When Simon's knot went down some fifteen minutes later, he withdrew gently, rolling Price onto his back. Price arched as kisses trailed down his chest and belly, moaned softly when those chapped lips reached his cock and sucked it hungrily, before that clever tongue slid into his cunt to taste their coupling. Simon's big palms rested on the inside of Price’s thighs, pressing them out, but Price didn't need coaxing; he threw his arms above his head and rolled his hips slowly against Simon's mouth with wanton abandon, gasping and moaning encouragement, his legs spread wide so Simon could tongue and kiss his sensitive cunt without restraint.

Simon was his, and he was Simon's, and for the rest of the night, that was all that mattered. Two lovers, one heartbeat.

[angelcakestarlet]

salvatore

richie jerimovich x reader - richie makes carmy regret hiring the cute young waitress

wrote dis quick, messy, nd did not look over it but enjoy! :>

"so um look, natalie is going to be training you this week alright" carmy informs you as he sifts through a pile of papers scattering his desk. "you ever serve before?", "for a few months yeah, it's been getting me through college so" you twiddle your thumbs nervously. the restaurant was certainly... intimidating? going to school in chicago you had stopped by a couple times for lunch or drunk off your ass after the club. even while slurring your words you could remember how fucking good that sandwich was. even if most of it was puked up in the bushes out front.

"yo, cousin!" an abrasive voice comes stumbling through carmy's office door without warning, "sugar is out here telling me some bullshit about you hiring servers? look we don't need that shit. a sandwich comes out i fucking hand it to them, boom. why are you gonna pay some dipshit to do it for me?". you turn around to face the loud voice, being met with a tall, tan, buzzcut typical line cook with a deep accent. "jesus fucking christ, one of these 'dipshits' is standing in front of you richie." carmy yells back, obviously pained to have you witness that. "ah shit-" richie steps back to get a full length view of you, taking you in. his gaze felt like an intrusion. "i'm sorry, doll, richie jerimovich." he envelopes your hand in his calloused and rough one, introducing himself. "you know what i'm sorry, cousin, anyone with a set of eyes would hire her too" he snickers, with his hand still atop yours he takes his eyes away from you to acknowledge carmen. "cousin, get the fuck out, you fucking creep!" signaling for the door. "oh my god" richie sighs dramatically, "i'm stating the fucking obvious alright, you need marcus to come in here to tell you the same thing? yo, marcus!" carmen rushes to shove richie out the door, "i'm sorry, i couldn't help myself! look, you're beautiful, sweetheart!" he lets out one last compliment. you giggle to yourself and the man making a spectacle of himself.

carmen shuts the office door and sighs, rubbing his forehead with his tired hand. "i'm sorry, he's... he's a fucking jagoff." you appreciate the apology, but having worked in a restaurant has you accustomed to the snickers and comments from line cooks and customers alike. most of the girls usually brush it off, leaving them disgusted and a distaste for the job for the next few hours. but, your guilty pleasure has become using it to your benefit. free food from cooks, more money from tips, etc. you're sure you could work richie to your benefit just the same. "don't worry about it, he seems... nice" your ease settles carmy and he snickers, "you could say that i guess".

you follow natalie around the restaurant for the next few hours as she takes you through the front of the house and back, introducing you to everyone and all the standards. when five o clock hits, she lets you go, handing you an apron, a t-shirt. and a name tag. thanking her and setting out to find the back alley for a quick ciggy. you find richie lighting a cigarette in the dimly lit alley, "can i bum a cigarette?" you sit down beside him, smelling the smoke clinging to his shirt. "its your first day and you're asking me for shit?" he looks over at you and you notice his evident wrinkles, veins in his neck, and tired eyes. "pretty please?" you look up at him, turning your whole body to face him with a sweet smile on your face. he rolls his eyes playfully, "you know what you're doing huh?" he says as he pulls one more cigarette from its box. "open." you scrunch your eyebrows, confused at his request. his eyes shift to your lips, taking two fingers and tapping your cheek signaling for you to open your mouth. "come on," you separate your lips and he places a cigarette between them, lighting it swiftly. you feel your cheeks get warm, from the cigarette or from his words you don't know (yes you do). "thank you" you say quietly, still stunned a bit. "you know you're gonna ruin that sweet face smoking" he coughs through the lit cigarette. "oh are you telling me what to do now, richie?" you lean back, eyes entranced by the way his hands make the cigarette almost look like a lollipop stick. "a girl like you is probably looking for someone to tell her what to do, sweetheart". as you're trying to figure out whether that just pissed you off or turned you on, carmy bursts through the back door. "cousin, what the fuck are you doing?! we need you in the kitchen, now please! and leave the new girl alone, jesus" carmy yells as richie stomps on what's left of his cigarette and puts his hands up in defense. "i'm coming, fuck off. it was a pleasure, babe" he shakes your hand and makes his way inside. you peer at the closed door, listening to the muffled argument carmy and richie have in front of it. great first day.

[richeeduvie]

If you could, maybe write… a tiny bit more for Streamer reader x Homelander….🧎‍♀️‍➡️ if possible… 🥀🥀

Okay. A tiny bit. Masterlist!

TW: Fatshaming (not reader) cause Homelander's an asshole.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.

"...What are you watching?"

Homelander's head doesn't snap. He just...looks up. Turns stiffly, sternly, simply towards the sight of A-Train. All of his pathetic, nosy chub.

"Why is it any fucking business of yours?"

It comes out very quickly and really, really fucking harsh. He almost spat. Homelander doesn't feel regret. Of course fucking not, but he's surprised he got that defensive.

This is the first time he's ever watched you in public. He doesn't feel the need to admit that it's because he doesn't want anyone else watching you, maybe it's more of A-Train not minding his fucking business and knowing his place.

...He just can't help himself anymore. Is he in any position to blame you? No. You can't hear him. But it's your fault. You've got the stupid little face all up in his mind now. 24/7. It's very annoying, really. And you just keep giving. You keep streaming more and more, with less and less clothing like the slut you are, and it doesn't help that his boring girl is gone.

Like he can teach you a lesson just by watching you with criticism.

Eh, maybe you're not that much of a whore. Maybe you're just desperate for cash, and you know there are some sad, sad fucks who'd cut their dicks off if meant you popping a tit out through the grain of the screen.

That would be something, though. It's not Homelander's fault for imagining how they feel. Even when you weren't wearing whorish clothing, you were so nice to him when he was your only fan that he couldn't help but think of you belonging to him. You're not supposed to be as nice and boring as you are if you don't want to belong to him.

And you're especially not supposed to be streaming three to four times a week for the sake of losers who couldn't give you the world he could fucking give you. You don't even know it. You'd stop all of this stupid twitch influencer bullshit if you knew what he could give you.

Right?

"You know why, guys? I'm not feeling all too well, I think I'm gonna head out early. I'm really, really sorry."

"What the fuck? Are you fucking kidding? I thought--"

Homelander turns to A-Train, whose head snaps back to face the elevator door.

He sighs through his nose. He begins to type with force.

'I thought I had a few more hours to complain about your bullshit?'

Your coo shoots right down to his dick. Homelander closes his eyes. Fucking hell. This isn't fair! Nothing about you isn't fair.

"I'm sorry, John. I don't think you want me vomiting onscreen. Listen, I'll be back tomorrow."

"I'm busy tomorrow!"

"...You okay, Homela--"

"Shut up! If you want to lose that double chin of yours, you can do jaw exercises. You don't have to yap-yap...yap. Fuck."

"Come on, man--"

He types some more.

'I can't do tomorrow.'

He watches you blink at the chat, smiling growing thin.

"Well, I'm sure if you see too much of me, you'll get tired of my this old mug. I am sorry, I'll see all of you guys later. Byeeeeee!"

You waves. Homelander feels his eyes tense and get hot. Sore.

Like he's holding back fucking tears. Like he's a toddler who has to be away from Mommy for the first time. Like he's a pathetic little bitch.

No. No. It's not that. It's just that it isn't fair.

'Please?'

Homelander feels the tears drop under curved brows when you end the stream before you can see his message. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Why are you doing this to him?!

Why are you able to do this to him? Why has he stopped caring?

Homelander bites down on his gloved knuckle. A-Train leaves as quickly as he can when the elevator dings open.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hey, are you looking for suggestions for headcanons/ short stories? If you do, how would spouses react if Mr. Qui threatened them to divorce the farmer… or else (”or else” being either he kills the farmer or something else if you have a better idea). I imagine he would want the farmer to achieve perfection and think that romantic feelings and/ or family life are “distracting” them.

Love your stories btw, especially the ✨angst✨. I read them all during one night 😅

Of course, I don't mind suggestions for short stories at all! 💖

I'm glad you liked my headcanons, thank you so much, heh 👉👈 hope you like this one too! And thanks for the ask!

So, let's begin! *Ahem* Once upon a time, in the beautiful Stardew Valley, when Farmer's spouse was relaxing on a sunny weekend day, Mr. Qi, decided to 'talk' to them about a situation that was bothering him with Farmer...

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"Well, well, well.... I've been waiting for the right moment for a long time, and finally we meet.... No, no, you don't know me, but I know about you everything. You, and Farmer, my chosen one, who-- oh, why the panic. I just moved us into my 'pocket dimension' to talk, soon you'll be back in your cute Valley."

"So, you are Farmer's lover. Hm, I'm surprised they chose you out of all the candidates..."

"You know, I don't usually interfere with my dear friend's trials. It is one's own effort to overcome difficulties and achieve results without cheating or someone's help. But it seems that this, hm, 'problem' requires my intervention after all."

"They've completely neglected the pursuit of Perfection since the wedding, haven't they? And I'm pretty sure you had a hand in it. "Honey, please, don't go to the Skull Cavern, it's too dangerous! I'm so worried about you, stay with me in the Valley!" Am I right?"

"Oh, no, no, no, that won't do."

"The show must go on."

"Well, I won't drag it out any further, since I'm a pretty busy man. So let's get to the point...

I want you gone."

"Yes, you heard right, and don't give me that shocked look. You need to divorce your spouse and stay out of their way. You can make up any excuse you like: I cheated on you, life on the farm is too hard for me, I've fallen out of love with you - use your imagination! You certainly have one, don't you?"

"Ah ah ah, don't. I advise you to think before you insult me. And to think about my words, because if you refuse, both you and Farmer will have to deal with.... unpleasant consequences. Farmer's gonna be the one who's in the most trouble, just so you know."

"So, I'm waiting for your answer."

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"Go fuck yourself." Shane replied rudely and sharply to Qi's words. He's terribly tired, his spouse Farmer is in bed after a bad trip to the Mines and they need support, his niece Jas has a cold, the chickens need wheat right away, Marnie needs help with the firewood, and he doesn't give a crap about this blue asshole telling him some bullshit about perfection and challenges. Divorce? Fuck you. Shane has his family, his niece, his aunt, his spouse and chicken Charlie waiting for him. So if he doesn't let Shane out of that "pocket" dimension now, or whatever the fuck he called that shit, the chicken man will make his own way home.

This guy thinks he can scare Alex so easily? Huh, didn't think so. The athlete has been training almost every day, and can fight back against this weakling in a stupid shiny suit. His threats don't scare him. Alex will protect Farmer and himself from this man, and no amount of tricks will help this creep. And though deep down Alex feels fear, because he doesn't know what this stranger will do now after his refusal to follow his orders, but he is ready to look fear straight in the eyes. Losing his dear Farmer is even scarier. Come on, step up to him, you coward! Afraid of a fair fight?! He will not surrender!

"No." Keeping his hands in the pockets of his black hoodie, Sebastian clutched the handle of his handmade obsidian dagger a little nervously in his right pocket. He'd always thought this thing made of the mineral his spouse had graciously given him would be nothing but a joy to behold and a box-cutting helper. The local emo never thought he'd have to defend himself against a human. Is it even a human being? Moved him here, gives his villainous monologue, threatens him and Farmer... No, he's not gonna hurt Farmer, Sebby thought. All I can do... is fight.

"I'm dreaming, I'm definitely dreaming. Time to wake up, wake up, please.... Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up..." No matter how hard Harvey pinched his arm, this wasn't a scary nightmare, it was reality. A very eerie, frightening reality where he stands completely defenseless against an unknown kidnapper. What in the world is 'Perfection'? What is he talking about? This man is talking nonsense. And he wants to hurt his spouse? That's not gonna hap- Oh, merciful Yoba, if he says no to Qi, what happens next? He'll finish him off? And then go after Farmer? His heart is racing like crazy.

Uhhhh... What did Sam just hear? "Okaaaaay, let's take a deep breath and calm down. I don't know what your deal is, but we don't have to take drastic action. We'll talk calmly, solve your- uh, I mean our problem, and everyone stays happy. Sounds good, right?" Judging from the unchanged expression on Mr. Qi's face, the guitarist's plan to solve everything peacefully failed. "Alright, plan B. What did Farmer say I should do? Left hook, right hook, and a low blow? Yep, that's it." Sammy's gonna have to fight back with his fists, apparently. He's not gonna let Farmer or himself get hurt.

"What? What are you talking about? Trials? The 'show' must go on? Divorce- Divorce?! Never! How dare you!" Shocked for a moment Elliott finally realized the meaningful of the words of this strange man who had moved him here against his will, and writhed in disbelief at the indignation and insolence of this individual. "You have no right to threaten Farmer and me! Playing with people's lives like puppets!" Elliott thrust his hands forward, clenching his fists. "En garde, you scoundrel!" Perhaps not the wisest thing for a writer to do, but he wouldn't just listen to his spouse and him being insulted.

"Bluff." Leah confidently stared Qi straight in the face, holding the sculpted hammer firmly in her right hand, the only 'weapon' she had after she found herself... somewhere. This stranger was threatening her spouse, yet just a moment ago he had called them 'friend' and 'chosen one'. "It is not in your best interest to harm Farmer or me. Not that you'll ever be able to do so." The artist was already calculating the strength to throw a hammer at the head of this pompous turkey. And before Qi could respond to such impertinence, Leah continued: "You won't hurt them. And if you dare even think about it.... you will be the one to regret it."

Confused and scared out of her wits, Penny fell to her knees instead of answering this man. She could not say a word, only sobs came from her throat. This dark, scary place, the eerie sounds everywhere, the threatening blue-skinned man, the "consequences"... "Farmer..." Something's about to happen to her. Something would happen to her beloved spouse. Penny doesn't know what to do, only crying louder. "Who are you and why are you doing this?! What-" *sob* "What do you want from us... Don't hurt them, I beg you, don't..." *hic* "don't hurt Farmer... Don't, p-please.... PLEEEASE!"

"Alright, I'll d-do it, anything you want..." That was a lie, Maru wasn't going to just take orders from a man who had somehow teleported her from the Valley to another... room? A very strange room, as if they were in outer space, but that's impossible... This 'Qi' owns some either incredible technology or something beyond modern science, and Maru is trying to play along so that she has a chance to escape from here and warn her spouse or at least someone from Pelican Town. "Easy, Maru, think, think your way out of here... Come on, brainstorm, you need to think of something... There should definitely be a way out of here."

"Merciful Yoba, help me in my hour of need, do not let evil harm innocent people.... Give me strength, merciful Yoba..." Emily held forward her small version of vessel in her left hand, bending the fingers, except for the little finger, on her other hand, and began reciting prayers. Because this 'Q'i... He's not human, but an incomprehensible entity, a demon perhaps. Poor Emily doesn't know why this demon is interested in her and Farmer, or maybe her spouse did something that caught his attention, accidental or not. Either way, she believes that Yoba will protect her and her family, so ignoring Mr. Qi's words, the blue-haired woman prays.

"You think you can scare me that easily? Come on, you asshole, I'll.. I'll... I'll cut you in half, you hear me!" Though outwardly Abigail looked formidable with the sword, her voice trembled as she spoke, and she herself was shaking with fear. The purple-haired young woman answered the first thing her heart screamed out: that she would not abandon the love of her life at the behest of some idiot who thought he could control people like puppets. But now she realized that maybe it wasn't too wise to say that, because... maybe she had robbed herself of the chance to escape this man? But if a battle was inevitable after all, she would fight. Just as long as her hand didn't shake....

A quick but heartbreaking scream came out of Haley's mouth before she covered it with her hands so as not to scream anymore and anger the one standing in front of her in this dark, scary place. She has a lot of thoughts going through her head, and she doesn't know what to do. Calling her spouse for help won't work. Refuse? Then this Qi will do something bad to her, and then to Farmer. Agree and lie? He can see right through her, can't he? He won't let her warn Farmer or Emily about what happened. What should she do, what should she do... She's quieted the crying, but she doesn't know how she's going to get out...

[cccakessslicemeee]

+some thoughts but I don't have the time to create a full fic so uh... Here if you like?

Season 3 spoilers??? Yeah read at your own risk

I guess also season 1 spoilers???

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Y'all think there's a world where Riz takes on so much fucking stress his heart gives out and his mom is the first person to find him home and dead?

Papers all over the place. Kristen's campaign scattered across his desk. No sign of a struggle, lukewarm coffee on the desk. He worked himself to death.

And she just has to have a second to really process what this bullshit friend group is putting her baby through. Are they even his friends? Why is he putting his blood, sweat, and tears into their bullshit? Why can't they step the fuck up?

She has him revived and brings him to a hospital because gods know how long it's been since he's had a real check up. She's fuming.

Riz feels like absolute shit. Sure he's alive but the tension all over is still there and his chest still kinda hurts. Ugh. This sucks.

He doesn't fight with his mom or the doctors he kind of wishes everyone would fucking shut the fuck up. The lights are too bright and everyone's voice is three times higher than it needs to be. Man what level do wizards or whatever get to be able to casts zone of silence?

What follows next is the biggest crash from burnout. It swallows Riz whole and puts him in a functional depression but he doesn't have the energy to do literally anything. He doesn't say a word to his friends about what happened because honestly it's just so fucking dumb. They don't need to know.

Sklonda probably pops off when her and Gorthalax have dinner or whatever. Obviously I don't think she'd bad mouth Fig Infront of her father but boy shitting howdy does she have essays about Fabian and Kristen. Everyone honestly probably has essays to spew about Kristen and her nonsense but regardless.

Gorthalax very subtly tries to mention something to fig but she figures that shit out real quick and oh fuck Riz was so stressed out his heart popped. She goes german shepherd about it and makes a lotta stops at Riz's place. Only to her surprise Riz is not in his business casual. Who the fuck is this guy? It's Riz but he's swimming in sweaters and he looks so tired. He doesn't want her here right now he doesn't feel good.

There's a long pause between the pair before Riz knows that she knows and they both feel so fucking bad.

"I went to bard class today. And I'm gonna go again tomorrow."

"...so you're doing what you're supposed to do? Finally? Congratulations?"

"Yeah...so everyone's at Mordred if you wanna pop over? Lydia made so much chili-you know how she do."

"I do, know she cooks for an army. Thanks for stopping by but I really just want to sleep. Save me some?"

"No promises. You can sleep at the manner with us. No one can get into my room so like if you wanna be left alone you can be alone but with us?"

"I would really appreciate being truly just alone right now. Thanks."

"That sucks. I miss your face. Can I come in?"

"Please don't. Fig I really can't. Please just leave me alone. I don't want to be bothered. "

"Is it because it's me? Because like I could go get Fabian or Adine."

"No. Sometimes people just want to be alone."

"Oh. Okay I get that. Yeah so if you need me I'll just be outside the door."

"Fucking hell-no. NO! I want to be left entirely alone. Please go back to the manner. It's gonna be so weird if you just hover at my door."

"Well it's that or I crash on your couch? Or you come to the manor? "

"Why are you like this?"

"I went shepherded mode. Sorry. I promise to shut up if you let me inside. Please?"

For the first time in his life he thinks about putting a hole in his friends chest. For only a half second. Fig is just being herself and this is how she shows love. By being a clingy pain in the ass. He begrudgingly lets her inside because if he doesn't he'll never get to sleep again. She'll do something about it.

He goes to bed. She watches the fantasy equivalent of legally blonde and whatever else comes across the T.V.

Riz loses the desire to do anything. His clue board looks fucked up but he couldn't care less. His briefcase feels so damn heavy in his hand now, the suits are so damn restrictive and hard to breathe in. The necktie his father gave him feels like a noose now. Ugh. It's too much. He's a bad son whatever, worse agent.

Maybe his dad calls to check in. He was doing a mission wasn't he? He doesn't have the stomach to lie to his dad so he just doesn't pick up. Can't lie if you don't say anything right? He can apologize later when he doesn't feel as shitty.

Riz spends a lot of time in bed doing nothing. It's such a hard pivot and Sklonda has no idea how to handle this. She tries.

Fig tells the bad kids that Riz is in a funk and she blames herself because she's probably the reason his heart popped. When they get the gritty deets I think it ticks something in all their brains collectively and they crack down on the school bullshit. Mainly helping Kristen and Fig through their stuff and Gorgug you can't really do much for him because the teacher hates him but they still try.

Riz doesn't want to do a fucking thing. He just wants to sleep. Fabian sees Riz in a state of being similar to his mom and it's wild. He doesn't know how to handle that.

"Riz if you don't get the fuck up, I'm going to stab you."

"you know where the door is. You can leave."

And Fabian stabs Riz in his side. The goblin frenzy's so hard bc what the fuck man that shit hurts why are you being a huge piece of shit ow! There's blood on my sheets you pompous asshole.

They have a fight. It's more of like a pissed off cat clawing the shit out of its owner and the owner just trying not to lose an eye while lil Tiffany calms the fuck down.

Fabian hog ties Riz and they go to Mordred Manor where Kristen was practicing her campaign speeches Infront of a wide audience of Zayne Dark shadow, Jawbone, Sandra Lynn, Adine, and quite possibly a couple of other spirits just floating about. She's really stepped up her game and even put on a clip on tie! God she's so like, professional now. Maybe she's got a suit on bc she's really fucking trying.

Riz is kind of impressed. Like it's still not good but the effort Kristien is pouring into this still counts for something. And it's better than it was before.

Jawbone probably cheers for her. "Hell yeah, Fetty Wap. ((Who the fuck is that?))" And Adine has to whisper explain it to him.

Sandra Lynn sees something in Riz she can relate to and she doesn't like that. He's so young. He shouldn't be having those feelings. Jawbone clocks it too but doesn't get in the way or dog pile Riz. For now they put him at the table and just try to get him something to eat. No appetite. Go figure. They've seen him inhale food before and three bites (pretty generous honestly) of chili are not enough to fill his belly. There ain't no way.

Adine sees Riz's fucked up foot and she looks to Fabian already knowing what happened. "Did you stab him?"

"it was a friendly stabbing. Thank you. It got him up and out of bed."

And Fabian is also covered in claw marks and several bites

"well I suppose that's true."

Kristen's got it. She heals up Riz's foot and Fabian's everything.

Riz tries to leave after a lil bit but they won't let him. He really wants some space. Everyone's kinda suffocating him in a way where they are trying *not* to be on top of him. It sucks.

Riz does something crazy. He slips off his shoes and socks and climbs out the window getting on the roof just to get away from all the "Riz would you like to..., Riz could you.., Riz come here a second.." he needs to breathe.

When he gets to the rooftop Sandra Lynn is there smoking a clove. "You have a high tolerance." She remarks.

"yeah well... Yeah." He sighs.

"you want me to leave? If you promise not to fling yourself from the rooftop I'll let you have the roof."

"I'm not gonna make Kristen waste her spell slots on me."

That's horribly telling.

"kiddo... What good is a cleric who doesn't heal her friends? That's kinda the whole point of having revivify and greater restoration. Isn't that why YOU ripped a defibrillator off the wall on freshman year?"

His ears bounce. "How do you even know about that?"

She laughs. "Jawbone does not stop talking about you guys. They haven't had the time or the funding to replace that one in the cafeteria you yanked yet he was complaining about it being a safety hazard and I asked who would be dumb enough to rip that thing off the walls."

"Oh. Wow. That feels like a lifetime ago."

"Doesn't it?" She muses. "Hey. I know Jawbone is a lot to some people but if you need to talk to anyone and it's not him he knows a lot of other reputable people."

"why does everyone think that? I'm perfectly fine."

"...Are you? You took your shoes off to climb the manor. It's a pretty long climb."

Frustrated. "Did you know I'd be up here?"

"You think you're the only one who needs a breather? I love my daughters so much but there are times I have to get the fuck away from them. I'd do anything for them. Anything. But sometimes I have to take a puff of a clove and not be near them and their energy. It's not because I don't love them, I wish I could tolerate the nonsense as well as Jawbone does. Truly. But some people have thinner nerves and weaker stomachs."

"it's because of Kristen isn't it?"

She smiles and then shrugs. "It's because of Kristen this time, but mostly because I see myself in Fig and I can do almost nothing to stop her from walking in the same direction I did when I was her age. I think you help her with that, you all do so before I run my mouth all night thank you for making sure my daughter has good friends who love her."

"I know she loves me a lot too. I don't get it with her...nonsense but I know she loves me and that means a lot."

"I have love for you too kiddo. Don't feel like you can't reach out to any of us. Okay?"

"...yeah. thanks."

Sandra Lynn smiles. She ruffles his hair a little bit then goes back inside so Riz can stare at the stars until the sun comes up. Tomorrow is another day.

[nathaslosthershit]

Drunk Revelations||Trevor Zegras x Reader

Pairing: Trevor Zegras x Reader

Warnings: Intoxication

Summary: telling your boyfriend how to propose while drunk may have been the best thing you’ve ever done.

A/n: I wrote something about this in my newest Quinn fic but decided to write it out for Trevor because I haven’t written for my favorite boy enough. 

Word Count: 400+

“Come on, sweet girl, get through the door.” Trevor begged. Dragging your drunk ass home was something that the hockey player hadn’t anticipated being so difficult. 

“I’m so tired though.” You whined.

“We are almost to our room, just stay upright a little longer.” He was holding all of your body weight, so all you really needed to do was walk, but that seemed like too much to ask.

As he opened the door and walked you into your shared room, you flopped right onto the bed. If only he could just let you sleep there as you were. 

“Hey, baby, don’t fall asleep on me right now please. I need to get your makeup off.” He begged. Luckily, you had wipes to take off your makeup, but of course you weren’t conscious enough to really do that, so he had to do it for you while you happily sighed at his gentle movements. “You are so sweet. So so sweet. And hot.” You slurred.

“Thank you, love”

“I’d marry you right now if I could. Can we?” 

“Hun, I don’t think you'd appreciate marrying me while you are way too drunk to be able to remember it tomorrow.” Trevor answered. This made you pout. In your intoxicated mind, this very attractive man basically said he wouldn’t marry you, even though that was so far from truthful. 

Trevor saw your face begin to contort and quickly added, “I will marry you any day you'd like, just maybe when you are sober.”

“Tomorrow?”

“That’s a little soon… but we shall see. You know I’d like to actually propose first.”

You perked right up at that.

“Ohhhhh yes, yes, yes, do that. I want a private proposal, none of that public bullshit. Just me and you. Oh and maybe a nice surprise engagement party right after.” Trevor laughed at this. While he'd happily propose in the busiest restaurant ever if that's what you wanted, something private and romantic sounded much better.

“I'll work on that, love. How about you just go to sleep so you can be well rested for the biggest hangover of your life.”

“Fuck, can you maybe not propose while I'm hungover?” you regretfully murmured

“Whatever you want.” Trevor answered while kissing the top of your head. You won’t remember this conversation tomorrow, but he will. And he will have the absolute best time talking about it at your wedding. 

[idaisyy]

Tag , you’re in - a cmpunk x oc enimies to lovers

Chapter 9-

The days went on and punk wouldn't so much as speak to Daisy

She felt really bad , she knows she took it too far by physically hurting him but what was she supposed to do! He kept pushing her , he wanted a reaction so he got one

Just not the one he wanted

Daisy had been trying to get him to talk to her for the first couple days , even en argument to spark because that was better than the tense awkward silence they were stuck in 24/7

"Punkkkkk I got you your favorite snacks while I was in the gas station" she gleefully said to him once she got back into the car

All he does is give her a small thumbs up, no eye contact , no words

She even tried to whirl him up after a match to get an argument going and break his silence streak

"You fucking sucked out there , like i thought you were injured or something with how bad you were doing"

Not a word

After the first couple days she just accepted that she fucked up and this was her life now , traveling with someone who hated her in completely silence.

Until....

Punk is in the men's locker room.. he stopped using there tag team locker room since the slap a couple days ago, just another way he was avoiding her

he's in the locker room, taping up his wrists, pretending he doesn't hear the conversation happening a few feet away.

At first, it's just the usual bullshit—someone cracking a joke about Daisy's temper, about how she "acts tough" but still got put in her place when Punk shut her out.

But then it turns into something else.

one of the guys brings up the Never Have I Ever game from before.

they start making crude jokes, speculating about why Daisy's never had a guy go down on her.

"Dude they probably don't go down on her for a reason bro , I mean she's smoking hot so something's gotta be wrong down there" some guy who was such a nobody punk didn't even know his name

"Man I don't care I'm tryna volunteer as tribute, I just know I could please her , maybe even get some pleasure myself , I just know that mouth go crazy" the over cocky mid carder responds

And that's when Punk sees red.

Before he even realizes what he's doing, he slams his tape down and snaps—"The hell did you just say?"

The room goes quiet. The guys look at him, caught off guard. "Relax, man. We're just joking."

Punk's jaw clenches. "Yeah? So's your in-ring work, but you don't hear me running my mouth about it."

One of them scoffs. "Damn, didn't realize you were her bodyguard."

"I'm not." His voice is sharp, his stare even sharper. "I just don't like hearing a bunch of nobodies talk about someone who could outwork them any day of the week."

Silence. No one wants to push him further.

Satisfied, Punk grabs his stuff and storms out. But now he's pissed—not just at them, but at himself. Because why does he care so much? Why does the thought of them talking about Daisy like that make him want to break something?

And that's when he realizes—he has to find her.

he doesn't even know what he's going to say, but he has to see her. Has to make sure she's okay.

He finally spots her outside, sitting alone, arms wrapped around herself like she's trying to hold something in.

And for the first time in days, he doesn't feel mad.

He just feels tired.

Punk stands there for a moment, just watching.

Daisy sits on the steps outside the arena, arms wrapped around her knees, staring off into the distance. There's a slight crease between her brows, her jaw tight like she's thinking too much. Like she's working through something she won't let herself say out loud.

And for reasons he doesn't want to analyze, Punk hates seeing her like that.

Eventually, she senses him. Looks up. Blinks like she wasn't expecting to see him.

"Is our match next?"

Punk exhales, stepping forward. "Nah. We've got time." He hesitates, then sits next to her, stretching his legs out. "What are you doing out here?"

Daisy shrugs. "Just needed some air."

He studies her. "Why?"

She hesitates, then mutters, "I get a little anxious before matches. Always have."

Punk raises an eyebrow. "You? Miss 'I Can Take On Anyone' gets nervous?"

Daisy rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up."

But he doesn't. He just leans back on his elbows, gazing out at the parking lot. "It's not a bad thing, you know."

She glances at him. "What isn't?"

"The nerves." He tilts his head, voice casual. "Means you give a shit."

Daisy's quiet for a moment, like she wasn't expecting that from him.

Then she smirks. "What, are you actually being nice to me?"

Punk scoffs. "No." A beat. "Just stating a fact."

She chuckles softly, shaking her head. And maybe it's the way the tension in her shoulders loosens just a little, but Punk finds himself exhaling, the frustration of the past few days fading.

After a moment, he shrugs. "By the way... I forgive you."

Daisy turns to him, blinking. "Wait, what?"

"For slapping me." He smirks, eyes flicking to hers. "I probably deserved it."

Daisy searches his face, like she's trying to figure out if he's messing with her. When she realizes he's not, she exhales, something unreadable flickering across her expression.

"Yeah," she mutters, nudging him with her elbow. "You did."

And for the first time in a long time, sitting side by side, they don't feel like enemies.

Not quite.

"Now come on crybaby , there's two more matches before us and we need to stretch" 

They had a match against the team of Trish stratus and dashing Cody Rhodes

Dashing stratus

The match starts off like any other—Daisy and Punk arguing over who gets to start, Trish taking early control, the usual chaos.

But then Cody starts insisting on tagging in whenever Daisy is in the ring.

Punk watches from the apron, arms folded, brow furrowed. Why the hell is Cody so set on her?

At first, Punk brushes it off. Maybe Cody's just underestimating Daisy, thinks she's an easier opponent. But the more it happens, the more Punk notices. The way Cody smirks at her. The way he talks shit only to her. The way Daisy's expression hardens every time they lock up.

Something's off.

But Punk doesn't have time to dwell on it—because when he finally tags in, he and Daisy actually work well together. Too well. The tension is high, the teamwork is almost seamless, and when they win—when Punk pins Cody and Daisy knocks Trish off the apron—they're both breathless, staring at each other like they can't quite believe it.

Back at the hotel, though, the moment is gone.

Punk paces their shared room, arms crossed. He shouldn't care, but the question keeps nagging at him. Finally, he blurts out—"What's the deal with you and Cody?"

Daisy, sitting on the bed, tenses. "What?"

"You heard me." Punk stops, eyes locked on her. "He was targeting you. Why?"

She hesitates. Then—"It's not a big deal."

Punk's stare sharpens. "Daisy."

A long pause. Then, reluctantly, she mutters—"He's my ex."

Silence.

Punk's grip tightens on his arms. He shouldn't care. Shouldn't give a damn.

But he does.

And instead of admitting that, he scoffs. "So what, you piss off every guy you date?"

Daisy's head snaps up. "Excuse me?"

"Cody clearly hates you. Makes me wonder what you did."

The moment the words are out, Punk knows he's being an asshole. Knows he's just deflecting. But he doesn't stop.

Daisy's eyes narrow. "Why do you have to think I did something to make him hate me?"

Punk scoffs, arms still crossed. "Because I know you, and you're good at pissing people off."

Daisy's jaw clenches. "Yeah? Well, maybe he's the one who pissed me off."

That actually makes Punk pause. His gaze flickers, scanning her face like he's trying to read between the lines. "So what happened?"

Daisy exhales sharply, shaking her head. "I don't owe you an explanation."

Punk lets out a dry laugh. "Right. Of course not." He turns away, jaw tight. "You're real good at that, huh? Keeping secrets."

Daisy glares at his back. "Oh, give me a break. You don't actually care—you just want something to hold over me."

That hits a little too close to home. Punk spins around, eyes sharp. "Maybe I don't give a shit. Maybe I just think it's funny that your ex couldn't stand you either."

Daisy flinches—just barely, but he catches it. And for a split second, Punk regrets it.

But before he can say anything, Daisy's already grabbing her bag, shoving past him toward the door.

"Fuck you, Punk."

And then she's gone, slamming the door behind her.

And Punk? He just stands there, staring at the empty space she left behind, feeling like shit.

[funtimespringscare101]

Poppy Playtime AU Chapter 4 Update Headcanons because the Hype is too real! Contains Spoilers because i'm watching Dawko's videos on it as I'm writing this!

WHAT KINDS OF FUCKING DRUGS DID MOB ENTERTAINMENT TAKE TO START COOKING UP A CHAPTER THIS FUCKING DARK MAN?

Okay, So right off the hook I am confirming that the crew is bigger than the canon. The AU's "Fuck Proto" team are Evan, Poppy, Kissy, Mommy, Dogday and CatNap/Theo. The latter two were rescued/saved by Evan. Mommy is going to be Evan's partner often.

Dogday and CatNap stay with Poppy and Kissy, as they're not in the best shape.

Evan and..."The Doctor" are going to be beefing hard. OMG if Evan sees Sawyer, it is ON FUCKING SIGHT. Dr. "Scar Wannabe" is such a shitty bastard that all the toys agree if he lives, he's gotta be punished.

when Evan hears the tape between Leith and Stella (his first ever friend at Playtime Co.), he can hardly think that this woman talking about to "changing kid's lives" doing these experiments is the same woman he met when both him and her were first hired. At least she had some heart left...

CatNap is having a tough time getting used to having all these people, one of them which he ripped in half, going out of their way to save him and protect him from the God that he is now disillusioned by.

After dealing with Huggy, Mommy and Theo, Evan is now more willing in his new mission to not leave any toy he can save behind, ESPECIALLY after Kissy got attacked in the ending of Deep Sleep.

Yeah, Pianosaurus dies. The Fuck is wrong with Doey for doing that????? Yeah, Fuck that, We are not balling with that.

When they get into the Safe Haven, Evan just hugs Kissy as hard as he can. Bro is tired of almost losing friends at this point.

CatNap only allows certain people like the team to use his old name and call him Theo.

"Shhhh! I think they might be listening..." Evan: "Oh, you think, Sherlock? Also you don't need about me or especially CatNap over there. They're just...scared right now"

Evan actually is a professional with the Mini residents of Safe Haven, all that time at the Game Station with the orphans resurfaced and Evan felt actually happy and like himself for once.

Evan would agree with Doey more than Poppy 100%.

Yarnaby ain't dying, and Evan spent the next 15 minutes apologizing and crying. Our kitty boi needs love and more buddies.

The only reason that Sawyer is still alive in this AU's ending is that Yarnaby still needs his only friend. That's it... And Sawyer is not too pleased to be forced to help a kid like Evan, but his intellect is most needed.

Kevin would have taken over and caused Doey's (very justified) crashout if the Trio wouldn't have noticed that Evan was having a breakdown as well. After 10 years of dealing with the trauma and now the Prototype fucks up when he's truly happy again. NAAAAH BRO 1006 IS FUCKING DEAD.

Speaking of 1006, during the Ollie is Prototype reveal, I feel like Evan would have enough bullshit for him at this point, especially after the stunt he tried to pull on Theo last chapter, and literally snatch the phone from Poppy. He then went on to threaten the literal giant spider-legged behemoth for all the shit he did. After the Game's events, they're chill and boyyyy, did Evan want blood.

Evan really comes to connect with the Doey Trio, and you may think that he would have the closest connection with Matthew or Jack, but actually it's Kevin who Evan connected with most. Listening to the Kevin tape and hearing him being called a "problem child" really resonated with him with his own troubled past and made him have a deep connection with the kid.

So this AU has been following the in-game canon events, ever so loosely, ever since it was first properly concealed on October 25th 2021 (in the debut days of the game itself) and ever since then, Huggy was always one to take the fall, but I updated this... When Evan dropped the crate on him, the guy did try to grab the poor toy before it was too late. unfortunately, he was too slow.

So when the big Huggy reveal happens and the big guy sees Evan and maybe Mommy and a couple more through the door window. the giant blue patrol toy is fucking pissed. The only reason Huggy would and does become an ally is because of him hearing about Kissy.

[l0relaii]

mornibg :( im so dead this week

thinking about being in the crush stage with Chris and maybe josh and ashley team up to continuously put you two in unusually close proximity until you both crack and one of you (probs you) finally shoves him onto the floor when they trap you in a room together not expecting yalls to fuck and hearing it being like

OH GOD WERE LEAVING

i'm sorry to hear that lovely, hope you'll feel better soon :(

knowing josh tried to set up ashley and chris in the game he would definitely do that with you and chris

maybe not with the saw trap and gun thing, but he would still try to get y'all together 🌝

chris is afraid of rejection even if he knows you like him too so that's why he wouldn't confess

and that gets on josh's nerves

"come on cochise, why the fuck won't you just tell her?"

"jeez dude, i will, okay? calm down"

"oh and when are you planning on doing that?

"i don't know, when the time is right?"

"yeah well in that case don't complain if mike gets to bang her before you because you're too much of a pussy to do anything"

"hey cut it out man, that's not funny"

chris knows he's joking and trying to rile him up, but what if he's right?

maybe you will find someone else, maybe he should do something before it's too late, but he doesn't know what

it's the same with you and ash

"i'm getting tired of listening to you talking about chris, jeez why don't you just get together already?"

"what if he doesn't like me?"

"oh come on everyone knows he has the biggest crush on you"

so they come up with a plan to get you together.

they always send you to do little tasks together or they group call you and stay silent to get you and chris to talk because they know you wouldn't just call each other

and they always leave the room to give you two space to talk, which you don't really do either way

"hey ash? wanna go out on the balcony for a bit? i wanna take a smoke break"

"oh yeah sure"

"i'll come too-"

exactly when you wanna lift yourself from the couch she pushes you back down into chris's side

"ohh no, please i want you to tell me what happens in the movie while we're gone"

"i can do that-"

but they already left on the balcony watching you intently through the window

"josh just look at them, they're sitting there doing nothing"

"i think we need to get them in my bedroom"

"what makes you believe they'll talk there?"

"the fact that we'll lock 'em up and keep them there until they confess"

so that's exactly what they do. while you're in the bathroom josh asks chris to bring him his charger from his room and when you come back he asks you the same thing

you didn't even get to question where chris was, that's why you're confused when you see him in josh's bedroom

"looking for the charger?"

"uhh yeah, what are you doing here?"

"the same thing"

you hear the door close behind you and a click. the motherfuckers locked you in with chris.

"oh come on guys, this is not funny"

"yeah, let us out, what the fuck are you doing?"

"we're sick and tired of this bullshit that you've got going on"

"and we won't unlock this door unless you at least kiss"

"jeez josh, come on, don't be a dick"

"ash, for god's sake, open the door"

"what was that? a confession? i don't think so"

you lean back on the door sliding down to the floor with a long sigh

without even realizing chris sits down beside you on the floor

"they're right, fuck it- chris i know you like me, and i like you too, why do we keep this shit up?"

"heard that josh?? come on now open the door"

"wait chris, i'm serious"

"..you are?"

"yes."

everything that happens next is kind of a blur. you remember chris grabbing your jaw and tilting your head to the side to kiss you

you remember straddling him and grinding down in his lap while he leaned against the door

you remember the faint sound of ashley's giggles on the other side of the door and two sets of footsteps echoing in the hallway

you remember chris lifting you up and carrying you to the bed where you made out all night long

sometime in the night you heard the door unlock and you saw a condom slip from under it

those sneaky fuckers..

[beanghostprincess]

I wanna know who your favorite vinsmoke sibling is so bad actually please tell me 👀✨

My friend and my brother laughed at me when I told them my favorite Vinsmoke is Niji, and I genuinely was embarrassed that day because I didn't really know much about him at the time (I think I had only watched a few eps of WCI) and it's pretty clear in the show that he's, uh, the worst of the Vinsmokes. And by "the worst" I mean: The one who's portrayed as the worst because he's the most active one when it comes to abuse and supremacism within the family line. Unlike Ichiji (who's more serious) and Yonji (who's more playful, somehow) Niji is the one who has to actually fight for a role in his family and that's why I think he's so fucking annoying all the damn time. I hate him. I love him. I want to hug him. But also I wouldn't mind punching him very, very hard. I have mixed feelings, but yeah, Niji is my favorite Vinsmoke. And you haven't asked why, but I feel the need to do some sort of mini argument about this because I am a very resentful person and I want to show my friend and my brother that Niji is actually a very interesting character!! And my fiancé thinks I just like him because he's hot, and she's right but only like a 20%. Maybe 40%.

I will try to put my thoughts into words, but it's pretty difficult because I have a lot of things to say about this blue evil gremlin.

I like Niji the most because I think he is, between the three brothers, the one who shows feelings and ambitions outside their emotionless selves the most. I know they technically are the same, but I don't think so (btw, please assume I'm not including Reiju in this text because she's canonically different from them and I'm just referring to the brothers).

As I mentioned before, I think Niji is the one brother who is the most annoying and evil because he feels the need to stand out. Ichiji is serious, and calculative and has a secure place in the family. He is the number one, even if Reiju is the oldest (I would like to talk more about how Reiju, being a woman, even if she's the oldest, she's the number 0. Because she is the oldest but she's a woman, so she obviously doesn't and would not be able to wear the number 1 like a man would. She is the oldest and yet, she has less significance in the family line than Ichiji. But, yeah, this is something that has nothing to do with Niji, sorry). Ichiji, like all of his siblings, wants recognition from his father, but he doesn't have to try as hard as the others to be impressive because he is, after all, the oldest. The typical "older sibling in an abusive household who has to deal with all the bullshit to protect their siblings"? That's something Reiju took over. That's Reiju's responsibility as the oldest and the woman. Ichiji literally doesn't have to do anything besides leading the team and being the evil, emotionless machine his father created. That does not mean that I don't think he could be able to develop more feelings, because I think he could and I love the concept of him being the first one to protest against Judge's behavior, but you get me. When you're the oldest brother with an even older sister, your responsibilities are pretty limited. So he doesn't have to be anything but there and himself.

Yonji, on the other hand... He is the youngest. Even younger than Sanji. He doesn't have to try, because Niji and Sanji should be the ones to do so. Little siblings are not expected to do much besides existing because irl parents are usually tired of raising children and they end up either getting neglected or seen as decoration. As a little sibling myself I can confirm that these things affect really badly to your brain growing up, but I got a more Sanji treatment so I can't speak for Yonji here. The thing I can say, though, is that in comparison to Niji, Yonji is just there. He's silly and goofy. He's funny. He's dumb. He has the excuse of being the little one to act that way. Getting lost eating or doing whatever. Even the fact that his powers are more physically focused instead of power/intelligence centered shows that he can just punch away his issues. He's the gym bro of the siblings. Don't expect much from him. <- Thing that's often said about little siblings, btw, and affects real fucking badly in early teenage years. The fact that he's portrayed like that is so on point tbh but after all, they don't have high expectations for him, so little to no effort is everything he does.

Then there's Niji, of course. My favorite. Love him. Hate him. Whatever. Niji is the middle child. And God, do I have to say things about middle siblings.

The thing about Niji is that he actually has to try and make a name for himself in the family because otherwise he'll probably get forgotten. I often wonder if he had that fear of becoming the next Sanji once he "died" (he's the only one genuinely asking if Sanji died on them before Yonji and Ichiji say they don't care) because his role is not as noticeable as the others. Reiju is the woman, Ichiji is the successor, Sanji is the weakling getting bullied (being technically one of the little siblings but still being in a limbo of middle/youngest because the little one is Yonji), and Yonji is the little one. Then... What's Niji?

Niji needs Sanji way more than he's willing to admit, and I love that. I absolutely love how he's written because he constantly shows that he needs Sanji, through both words and actions. He needs him because without Sanji's existence -without Niji being his bully- Niji is nothing but number 2. And there's nothing more frustrating than being the number two when it comes to family hierarchy. Not going to mention every little thing he does, but as I said, I love how well-written he is. He's the sibling Oda uses the most to show the abuse Sanji went through, but that's only because Niji is the only one who needs to do that. Niji is the one to talk to Sanji first, all the damn time. He gets angry when Sanji doesn't respond. He gets angry because Sanji can't be bullied anymore. He gets angry out of fear, in my opinion, because if the weakling can't get abused anymore, then he's not worth anything. If Sanji isn't the third, the second one is left alone. 2 can't fight 1 because 1 has the protection of starting the line. And 2 can't fight 4 because there's a missing link that keeps 2 from 4. So Niji is mad at Sanji because Sanji isn't the same weak crybaby he used to be, and he can't use him anymore to be secure and safe.

That's fucking horrifying when it comes to family hierarchy.

I like Niji because, despite being an asshole, he has reasons to be like that. First of all, because his father literally made him this way. But also, the little feelings he has (selfish emotions, yes, evil. But they're feelings, anyway. Urges. He's supposed to be emotionless and yet he knows how Sanji feels enough to use that to his advantage) are used as a way to feel superior and safe because he feels inferior. I think he's the one showing more emotions out of the three, even if those emotions aren't healthy or good and it's just him being angry all the time. That means that if he has urges and needs like that, even if he doesn't fear his own death, he could end up developing more and more empathy. His type of empathy comes from a place of fear. He feels what Sanji feels. And it's not that he doesn't care (I mean, I am aware that he technically doesn't, but let me dream) but it's just convenient for him not to care and keep bullying him to secure his place in the family.

Also pointing out that I like Niji because, being the one who says he hates Sanji the most, he's the one to protect him with his own body when that scene of the siblings helping Sanji escape happens. The others only clear the way, Niji stays with him. There's a really cool post about this on Niji's tag somewhere!!! I personally think he does this because, as that post said: Niji keeps seeing Sanji as weak, instead of believing in him enough to just clear the way. He protects him because he thinks he can't protect himself. Because he's weak.

And yes, it might sound offensive and emotionless and it doesn't make Niji a better person. But it makes him an older brother. Believing in Sanji would be great, but thinking that he's weak and needs protection after years of projecting on him only shows that the weak one is Niji. That he wants and is willing to protect his brother, too. If he didn't care about his well-being he would've just cleared the way for him, not caring about what could've happened to Sanji. But he goes all the way to help him out and protect him longer than the others did. Idk. I find that a very beautiful way of ending their relationship.

All of this being said, I have to be honest with you: When I said I liked Niji for the first time I only did it because people around me kept saying he was the worst one and it bothered me because I found his design pretty fucking cool. And tbh when he started being an actual character? I loved him even more. Because during WCI he's a fucking asshole but the way he acts towards Sanji is wanting to get a response from him, and I just find that so curious and complex... Like, if he just wanted to be evil he'd be more the Doflamingo type. But Niji looks for a response in Sanji's eyes. He wants to feel powerful because he knows he isn't.

And also, well, he's very cute and I like his hair a lot and he makes me furious sometimes which is great because if a character doesn't make you want to punch him at one point, is he really a good character? Look at him! He deserves to get slapped in the face. But also, I would love to kiss him afterward. What's that Olivia Rodrigo lyric? Ah, yes: "I wanna break his heart, then be the one to stitch it up. Wanna kiss his face with an uppercut." That's how I feel about him.

I really hope it's obvious, with all of this, that "Succession" is one of my favorite TV Shows, because I could go on and on and on (and nobody would listen but idc) about how the Vinsmokes are just the Roy family. Both One Piece and Succession deal with family in which hierarchy is crucial in a very specific and accurate way. It makes me sick. I love it.

Anyway, have some pics of my blue idiot:

I want to hit him in the head with a baseball bat.

[revcleo]

Some good stuff about how people in the US can fight their legislators written in replys of a post by Florida man @omgcatboi

Just letting y'all know I literally called the supreme Court judge of Mississippi and told him to suck an entire cock and shut the fuck up for going after a trans teenager's name change. Y'all can call and make a change you guys can call and talk to these people and tell them that they suck you can tell them fuck you and you can tell them to suck a fucking dick because they fucking suck at their fucking jobs. Get angry and get angry directly at them! Don't be scared these supreme leaders that take away our rights and laugh in our face about it fold like fucking laundry when you talk to them like this ask me how I know. I have told the governor of Florida that I have fucked his wife on numerous occasions. these people have clerks who take calls for them they have secretaries who take these calls. Call these judges you literally can contact them. Please I am so tired of feeling like I'm doing this alone. Yes protesting is good but if you directly contact these asshats and you tell them that they are asshats the best way to do it is to leave a message, you can use text now if you have to I pretty sure you can fucking star 69 them but I would just go with text now or something if you care about your phone number being on record.

Guys I've been doing this for years please please please please start getting involved directly with your legislators. Leave them angry messages. Do not threaten them because that is illegal but get as angry sounding as your voice feels like it wants to fucking get and you hold no punches you tell them motherfuckers that they suck cock and they fucking need to do better at their jobs or you're going to go vote against them. And you let them know that you're not the only one that's pissed off and that all of the American people are watching them and we're all angry as shit right now and it's only going to get worse until they do their fucking jobs right.

I'm telling y'all this works. Ive stopped bills.

Also if anyone is wondering why my reply is so insane and why I go about this the way I go about this I am literally a Florida man. It's just what I do. But we all need to be Florida men right now. And Florida women and Florida non-binaries we need to all just be Florida people of the lower class right now towards our government.

Become ungovernable like Florida man. There's a reason we are like this. Yeah it's a silly meme, but also, there's a reason we are like this as a swing state. lower class Floridians are typically democratic the only Republicans are pretty much upper class unless you're talking about meth heads in macclenny or some small town bullshit. And even those in the small towns are not nearly as bigoted as the people in our legislative offices. Meth heads in macclenny are less bigoted than the people in our legislative offices. Because they're still lower class and they still understand that there are systematic struggles rather their educated on that or not.

We're at the final bastion here. It's time for y'all to reach deep down inside yourselves and activate your inner Florida man and you send that angry mother fucker right for your legislative offices voicemail boxes.

Don't wait until they're banging down on your door, because they're already banging down on our neighbor's doors. And it's pretty fucked to just let that happen and not even say a word about it. Because if I saw ice break into my neighbor's house and take them away I would be out in my front yard calling them pieces of shit the entire fucking time at the very least. I would not let them think that that went unseen and that I agreed with that or that I would just let that slide without even saying a word.

Migrants can literally not defend themselves right now those of us who are white passing need to step the fuck up.

Ok so best thing for you to do is keep track of bills in your state. There are websites to check this, resistbot is also good to stay in the loop, get engaged with anyone you can locally that'll listen to you. Branch out and get people mad and get them to call your legislators with you.

Look up your secretary of state, governor, school board super attendant, senators, house members , and circuit clerk offices in your state. Another good number to have is your states public safety department.

Call them for anything. If you don't know who to call and bitch out, then bitch them all out, shit gets through the grapevine that way. I once bitched out the Georgia department of safety and either secretary of state or governor so bad that they held an emergency meeting an hour after my call and did something It was over the biolab fire.

Anytime you see ANYTHING these people do that you don't like, you call them and tell them to go fuck themselves, you tell them WHY you are mad recite the bill you are mad at that's important!! And Don say anything that can be a threat. Do not tell them to die, that's a threat.