#Jesus I trust in You 😌

[gratiae-mirabilia]

[memento-rory]

✭ 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭. 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓.

✭ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you help schlatt through the panic.

✭ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none!

✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~1k.

✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: she’s a little short but she’s here! i think this one scene works as a chapter, and i got several positive responses in my inbox about posting it now, so here she is! st. lucia is winding down to a close, i have maybe two more chapters left before she’s fully finished. 😌 as always, no beta, we die like men here. enjoy! 🩵

Every part of Schlatt seizes up, his whole body frozen in place, but his eyes never leave yours. He watches as you briefly panic, before you realize that panicking wouldn’t help either of you — especially not the claustrophobe.

You take a deep breath, turning away from him just for a moment to press the emergency call button. You hold it down so hard that your fingertip goes white, leaving your finger on it for 2-3 seconds before releasing, then doing the process over and over again until someone on the other end picks up.

You fill them in on what happened, and while they say they’ll get someone to you ASAP, you don’t believe it. They sound too cavalier, and you know that it’ll take time for the elevator company to reach out to find a technician. The person hangs up, and you heave a sigh, grabbing for your phone.

Schlatt has moved down to the floor, sitting with his back against the wall with his knees pulled up to his chest. He leans his head back, and you hear his breathing getting more and more shallow.

You silently thank whatever gods might be out there that you have cell service, and you send a text out to the wedding party groupchat, saying, stuck in elevator. get help.

Just moments after your text goes through, your phone dies. “Jesus fucking Christ,” You mumble under your breath. You know for a fact the text went through, and you’re not about to ask Schlatt to give you his phone when he’s in the middle of a panic attack, so you just have to trust that your friends will take care of it.

Schlatt’s hand clenches his ocean-damp t-shirt right over his heart, and you take a seat in front of him as he tries and fails to catch his breath. He avoids looking at you as his panic grows, and you place a hand on his knee, trying to ground him. His head snaps up and you see pure, unadulterated fear in his eyes as they lock onto yours. You’ve never seen him like this before, and even if you truly hated Schlatt, there would be no reveling in this.

As soon as he looks at you, he tries to play it cool, tries to suppress his choppy breaths, but you shake your head at him. “Just breathe, Schlatt.”

The statement is futile, and you know it. Once that panic sets in, you don’t register anything that’s being said, and being told to breathe when you’re so desperately trying to do just that is, frankly, unhelpful.

You take one of Schlatt’s calves in your hand, lowering his leg to lay flat against the tiled floor of the elevator, before doing the same thing with his other leg. You hope that the sting of cold tile will help ground him even more, and you scoot into the small space between his open legs in order to get closer to him.

Gently, you take his face into your hands, taking a deep breath, nodding as he mimics you. You release the breath, and Schlatt does the same.

“Good.” You nod, trying to give Schlatt an encouraging smile, “Keep going. In through your nose,” You lead him, “Out through your mouth.”

Schlatt’s breathing slows after a few rounds, and you watch as most of his panic subsides as you both just keep breathing. He’s not one hundred percent obviously, as the two of you are still stuck in the elevator, but at least he’s not inching toward hyperventilating anymore.

Schlatt lets his forehead drop onto yours as he takes another deep breath, emotionally spent. You don’t have to wonder how he’s feeling because you felt the same way after the snake. You start to pull your hands away from his face, but his fingers wrap around your wrists, holding them in place.

“Just… keep ‘em there.” Schlatt mumbles, not letting go of you.

“Okay.” You murmur, leaving your hands where they are.

“Tell me somethin’,” Schlatt says, and you can almost feel his breath against your lips as he exhales another deep breath, “Talk t’ me. Distract me.”

“Do you remember when we met?” You ask, before you can even register that it comes out.

Schlatt breathes out a short chuckle. “‘Course I do. You were wearin’ that stupid hat.”

“It was a beret, and Amelia told me it was cute.”

“Yeah, well, she lied to ya.”

“Even in panic, you’re still an asshole.” You joke.

Schlatt laughs another breathy laugh. “Old habits die hard.” He says, before gently shaking his head, lifting it up to look at you. “I guess it was kinda cute. Matched your lil’ outfit and everything.”

“I’ll admit I was kind of trying a little hard,” You reminisce, with a small smile. “I’m not good with meeting new people. I get so fucking nervous.”

“You didn’t seem nervous to me,” Schlatt says, and your eyebrows shoot up.

“I didn’t?”

“Nah,” Schlatt shakes his head, his hands moving upward to rest on yours, which you only just realize are still up against his face. He takes your hands in his, lowering them into the small space between the two of you. He looks down at his hands holding yours. “I remember how easy it was to talk to you. You make people comfortable.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Schlatt nods, looking back up at you. There’s a beat of silence, before Schlatt leans in almost imperceptibly. The feel of the elevator changes then, no longer suffocating, but charged with a tension you and Schlatt have been denying for days now. Schlatt moves one of your hands back to his face, leaning into your touch, just waiting for you to make the move.

You hesitate, and before you can decide what to do, the elevator creaks back to life, and both of you scramble up from the floor as it starts going back up to the floor where your rooms are.

When the doors open, the entire wedding party is waiting for you, cheering that you’re finally out and safe. No one notices the unresolved tension between you and Schlatt, but it’s ever present for the both of you. You look over at Schlatt as your friends envelop both of you in hugs, but he doesn’t look back at you. Instead, he excuses himself to his room, mumbling something about being too tired to go to dinner tonight.

One step forward, three steps back.

← 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 ✭

[sansaorgana]

Angst idea where readers brother is in the 100 and buck her lover has to break the news that her brother was killed and she’s screaming in agony, and he’s just trying to be their for her in anyway possible :)

hi, love! 😌 I see you have a thing for angsty pieces 🤣 here it is then!

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

Buck felt stupid for interrupting the nurses’ work with something as irrelevant as a headache when they were busy with much more important things but he couldn’t handle the stinging pain inside his head anymore. On his way to the sickbay he felt his temples pulsating and in a brief moment of a haze, he bumped into someone.

“For God’s sake!” He heard a female voice and then a sound of papers landing all over the floor. “Major Cleven!” She scolded him.

Buck’s senses came back to him and he spotted a woman crouching on the floor, gathering the scattered papers.

“Jesus, I’m sorry,” he went on his knees as well to help her. “I’m sorry… I was on my way to the sickbay, I have an awful migraine,” he confessed.

“And you want to bother the nurses with it? When they’re patching up men with bullet holes?” She raised an eyebrow at him and he blushed, handing her the last paper off of the floor. She straightened herself and looked down at him with pity. “Come with me, I have aspirin in my office,” she offered him her hand and he took it to stand up as well.

He followed her to a small office next to the Colonel’s one and she gave him an aspirin from her desk’s drawer.

“Thank you, miss…” Buck stuttered out.

“(Y/L/N),” you introduced yourself.

“Are you perhaps family with Lieutenant (Y/L/N)?” Buck asked.

“Yes, he is my brother. We made sure to be assigned to the same place,” she nodded her head and he nodded his head.

“Thank you for the aspirin,” Buck said before walking out of her office.

This time he nearly bumped into Bucky.

“What is wrong with you today, man?” Bucky asked, worryingly.

“I have a migraine, doesn’t matter… I have aspirin already,” Buck showed him what he was holding in his hand. “(Y/L/N)’s sister gave it to me,” he explained.

“Stay away from her, you devil,” Bucky chuckled and Buck hissed at him. He was sure she could hear them. “I mean, for real, he’s a rough son of a bitch.”

“I know, I flew with him,” Buck chuckled. “He’s one of a kind.”

“Yeah, so if you don’t want to lose those pearly white teeth of yours, stay away from his sister,” Bucky teased.

However, it was not so easy to stay away from her. Perhaps the fact she was a sister of one of his friends was making it a bit more tempting as it felt forbidden.

But she really was a pretty girl – a bit rough like her brother sometimes – but also very helpful and kind when you got to know her.

“I see you’re staring at my sister, sir,” (Y/L/N) grinned at Buck one evening when they were eating supper by the same table. Buck blinked a few times and stopped looking at (Y/N) sitting with her female friends before laying his eyes on his friend.

“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry,” he made up an excuse.

“It’s okay,” (Y/L/N) shrugged his arms and Buck’s eyes widened a little. “I mean, she’s my little sister, so you know… Not easy for me. But she has to start dating one day whether I like it or not. And you’re a good man, Buck. If there is one man around that base I’d accept her to be with, it would be you.”

“Surely you can’t be serious,” Buck was confused. He liked to look at her, yes. Sometimes he observed her. But he hadn’t actually been thinking of starting any relationship on the base. “I mean, we can die any day.”

“My sister’s a tough cookie, she can handle that,” (Y/L/N) shrugged his arms. “What I’m sayin’ is that if you find my sister pretty, then talk to her, goddamnit. You don’t hear such words often, am I right? That’s how much I trust you, Cleven.”

“Thank you…” Buck cleared his throat and looked at (Y/N) again. She was staring at him, too, with a teasing smile. Her brother waved at her and she rolled her eyes before turning around to giggle at something with her friends.

It was almost as if (Y/N)’s brother was a matchmaker between Buck and her. Soon enough they became a couple as everyone else on the base teased them about it. Buck was trying to always be a gentleman around (Y/N), though, fearing that (Y/L/N) would indeed punch him if he tried to get too touchy or too pushy with his sister. Back at home, he had won some boxing tournaments, so they said. Buck didn’t want to find out if it had been true.

On that day both Buck and (Y/N) were nervous as hell because Bucky and Lieutenant (Y/L/N) were up in the air together. Buck was sitting in his girlfriend’s office and helping her with filling the papers to keep their heads busy.

“Ow,” she hissed suddenly as he raised his eyes, worryingly.

“Is everything alright?” He asked at the sight of (Y/N) clutching her chest.

“Y-yes… Just some weird cramp around my heart, I don’t know…” She tried to sound as casual as always but her eyes wandered to her brother’s picture on a desk.

“You should tell a doctor about it. Heart matters are no joke,” Buck was not satisfied with her answer.

“No, it’s different, baby, it’s not… Nevermind,” she sighed and her lower lip trembled a little. She bit on it and went back to filing the papers to keep her head busy.

About an hour later, Buck heard familiar noises from the outside.

“They’re coming back,” he stood up rapidly. “I’ll go and check. Wanna go with me?” He offered her his hand but she shook her head.

“N-no, I’d rather stay here,” she admitted.

Buck nodded and hurried out of her office to go outside and watch the planes land. He was relieved to see Bucky’s one but he couldn’t find the one with (Y/N)’s brother on board.

Nervously, Buck approached Bucky as his friend was jumping out of the plane.

“That was fucking hell!” Bucky looked exhausted but he grinned. “You’re a lucky bastard that you weren’t there!”

“What about (Y/L/N)?” Buck asked seriously and Bucky’s face frowned in an instant.

He shook his head as Buck’s heart skipped a beat.

“What do you mean?”

“Listen, the plane, it went down…” Bucky explained nervously.

“Any parachutes?”

“I’m sorry, Buck,” Bucky shook his head. “I mean, it happened so fast. They just… They blew up in the air. I doubt they even had time to grab any parachutes.”

Buck only nodded and turned around to walk back inside the base. He wanted to be the one telling (Y/N) about her brother’s death but he had no idea how to do it. He grieved his friends but his heart was also breaking for his girl and for the pain she would feel now. He wished he could take that all on him but it was impossible.

When he carefully entered her office again, she was already sobbing. There was no way someone had told her before the interrogation, though. He looked at her questioningly.

“He’s not back, am I right?” She hid her face in her hands and Buck’s eyes widened before he approached her to put his arms around her.

“How did you know?” He only asked and she let out a cry. She wrapped her arms around him and took a deep breath in.

“I just knew… I felt it, back then… I tried to tell myself it was not true but I just knew,” she admitted and Buck caressed her back.

After a while of holding her close and letting her cry out all the tears as she trembled in his arms, (Y/N) moved away slightly to look at Buck’s face.

“Maybe he’s just MIA?”

Oh, how he wished to be able to feed her with such hope. But there was none and there was no point of lying. Although her eyes were practically begging him to.

“Do you want the truth?” He swallowed thickly. He hated seeing her like that.

“No need. I already know,” she sobbed again and hid her face in the crook of his neck. “God, Buck, how will I even tell it to my parents?”

Buck didn’t say anything. There were no words. He only held her close and kept caressing her back and arms to comfort her.

Time passed and they just stayed like that. At some point, Colonel Harding opened the door and froze at the sight.

“She already knows,” Buck whispered and the Colonel nodded before leaving quietly.

Buck was sitting on the bed and watching (Y/N) going through her brother’s things quietly. He was there for emotional support because there was nothing else he could do except for just being there and it was killing him that he couldn’t do more.

“This I’ll send back home, this I’ll keep here with me,” she was mumbling as she rummaged through her brother’s personal belongings. She suddenly turned around with a smile on her face wet from tears. Buck furrowed his brows. “No comment at that,” she chuckled sadly and threw a few condoms at her boyfriend. “You can give them to Bucky,” she sniffled and went back to looking at her brother’s things.

Buck chuckled sadly, too. He hid the condoms in his pocket. He would give them to Bucky later indeed. (Y/L/N) and Bucky had loved to brag to each other about their adventures with women.

“Weird,” (Y/N) turned around and handed Buck an envelope. “It’s for you,” she said.

Buck caressed the paper delicately as he read the message written on it.

Give to Buck Cleven if I go down

“Are you sure you want me to read it?” Buck looked at his girl.

“What do you mean? It’s addressed to you,” she answered, confused. “It’s weird but that’s how it is.”

“Perhaps you’d like to read it first?” Buck wanted to make sure. It felt odd to have a letter from her dead brother waiting for him like that.

They had become close these past few weeks but it was not like they had been best friends.

“Just open it. Or not, it’s your decision. The letter is addressed to you,” (Y/N) shrugged her arms and went back to looking through her brother’s things.

Buck’s hands shook a little as he tore the envelope open and took out a note from it.

Buck, if you’re reading this, it means I went down. A possibility I’ve always considered. If there's one pilot out of us all who will survive this whole thing, it’s gonna be you. We both know it, don’t deny that. I sincerely hope you’re gonna be lucky enough and my sister will want to marry you one day. But for now, no matter what happens next, please take care of her. I made sure to be assigned to the same place she was being sent to. I promised our mother to look after her and now that’s a promise I cannot keep anymore. Please, do it for me. I am no man of words. As you can probably see… Ha ha ha. So that’s it, old man. Tell my baby sister that I love her and that I’m going to look after her from the other side. Sincerely, (Y/L/N). PS When you two have a son one day, it would be nice if you named him after me. Just a suggestion…!!!

“And?” (Y/N) turned around to check on Buck. “Oh, baby, what is it?” She asked when she saw tears in his eyes. “What did he say?”

“You can read it,” Buck handed her the letter and she sat next to him, holding the paper in shaking hands.

He watched her reading it as her eyes also filled with the fresh tears.

“I’m going to miss him so much… What will I even do without him?” She asked after giving Buck the letter back. Her voice was oddly calm as if she finally started to realise what had truly happened.

“He’s still here. Watching over you. That’s what it says here,” Buck pointed at the letter. “I take very seriously what he wrote,” he assured her and put his arm around (Y/N) to bring her closer and kiss her forehead. “Every word,” he added.

“I just want you to promise me one thing, Gale,” (Y/N) hugged him tighter.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Don’t leave me in this world like he did.”

Buck took a deep breath in. It was a promise he wanted to give more than anything but he couldn’t. All he could say was that he would try his best. But that was not what she wanted to hear. Perhaps she needed a little lie.

“I will not,” he said. “I promise.”

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

[one-vivid-judgment]

Can I

Can I have headcanons on how loud the ichigang is during sex.................. Please

Making a comeback with the headcanons after such a long finals-induced absence yay 🤘😌

• Ichiban Kasuga

He's loud, but still surprisingly quieter than his everyday self. He tries to hold himself a bit so that he can hear your moans better, but if you make it clear that you want to hear him, too, then he'll cut loose A LITTLE more. Hearing you is still his number one priority though. 

• Yu Nanba

He's so embarrassed of making noise, oh my God. Like, deadly quiet. At most, he'll let out a sigh. You can get where he's coming from cause he's generally VERY insecure about sex, especially since it's been so long since he last fooled around. But Jesus Christ is it frustrating—just... sit him down and have a talk. 

• Koichi Adachi

So loud and so unashamed of it, Jesus. Grunts and moans and fucking growls. You would think he's over exaggerating, but he is legitimately not, that's just how he is. 

• Saeko Mukoda

Honestly, it depends on what mood she's in. Some days she'll be super quiet, some others she'll be super loud (especially when she's bottoming). She won't pretend and make more noise just to make you feel good either—she's gonna do what she feels like doing. 

• Joongi Han

He's quiet but like, not Nanba levels. He makes little whimpers and whiny noises and gets so red to the face, literally the cutest thing ever. He might try to bite his hand or the pillow to muffle them, but if you've been together for a while and he feels really comfortable around you, he'll let go fully. 

• Zhao Tianyou

He's not SUPER loud, but he's far from quiet either. Sometimes he might play up the theatrics and let out and over exaggerated moan, but generally speaking, he's perfectly average. Not enough shame in his body to try and muffle his noises, not even if you're fucking somehwere public. Shut him up yourself, coward. 

• Seonhee

A mix of Zhao and Saeko. In the sense that she's perfectly average (not super loud but not super quiet either), but she's not gonna try and spare your feelings by exaggerating if you're not making her feel good. Eating her out never fails to make her loud as hell though. 

• Eric Tomizawa

Tries to keep quiet ala Nanba. He hasn't really had any action since Marie, so he IS a little anxious. He does eventually grow louder though, and the man is literally the best of both worlds: you'll have him groaning in your ear when he's domming, but if he's subbing, he'll make such cute whiny noises, maybe even cry if you push him enough. 

• Chitose Fujinomiya

Always has a hand over her mouth, because as much as she'd like to keep quiet, when in the heat of the moment, she literally cannot. She'll only stop doing that if she trusts you enough, and once that happens, she'll eventually get shameless (though not as much as Zhao) 

[slamminslamminmcgill]

ok but jimmysaul intox 🤤 giving u one of the xans in his desk drawer and going crazy

you

i like you 😌

warning: intox kink

anatomical terms: pussy

You slumped back on the couch and rubbed your forehead. You were exhausted. Most days weren't so bad, but apparently, the entire city of Albuquerque decided to fly off the handle today in particular, and you and Saul were the only ones who could save them. "Jesus, what a day."

Saul chuckled, leaning back in his chair and holding his hands behind his head. "You can say that again, kid. How's about we, uh..." He reached over to open one of the drawers in his desk, "...take the edge off a bit?"

You raised an eyebrow and walked over to the desk. "What'cha got in there?"

"Xanax," he replied, shaking a bottle of prescription pills. "It's an anti-anxiety medication. Helps you relax, y'know? You want some?"

You shrugged. Fuck it, right? It's a Friday night, why not spend the evening doing dubiously legal substances with your boss. "Ah, what the hell, gimme some."

"Heh-hey! Alright! I knew you'd know how to party." Saul unscrewed the lid and poured out two pills. Next, he grabbed a plastic water bottle on his desk. He sauntered over to you on the couch and handed you your dose. He cracked open the water to take his, then passed it to you for you to do the same. He plopped down on the couch beside you, stretching his arm out for you to scoot closer to him. You obliged, your head resting against his chest and his arm wrapping around your shoulder. "Trust me, you're gonna wanna stay seated. They can make you pretty light-headed. I wouldn't want you to collapse on me."

“Okay,” you said, nestling into his body heat, “how long does it take to kick in?”

Saul rubbed your back, admiring how cute you looked snuggled up to him. He couldn’t wait to see how much cuter you’d be while high. “Give it about 5-10 minutes. You’ll see.”

5 minutes passed, and they kicked in.

Then, another 5 minutes passed, and you were bouncing on Saul’s lap, egregiously moaning as he hit home again and again.

The xans were doing their job. You were loopy, dizzy, and it was as if every nerve in your system was on high alert; the slightest touch made you twitch. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a soggy, messy kiss. A mix of your saliva seeped through both your lips and onto each other’s chest. Saul’s firm hands kneaded your ass while your pussy threatened to milk him for everything he had.

You pulled away to get some air, tongue lazily hanging out of your mouth. Words were above your capability right now, but that doesn’t mean you stayed silent. “Oh my Gahhh… ngh… Sa-… Saullll… s-s-so… good…”

Saul just giggled, goofy as you were, and planted a wet kiss on your cheek. “Told you.”

[canirove]

In The Name of Love | Chapter 22

Author's note: Can you tell when I wrote this chapter? 🫣😂

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Masterlist

"Val, this just came in the mail for you."

"For me?" I say, looking at the big envelope Silvia is giving me. 

"Yep. It's from your boyfriend."

"Oh, thank you" I say, opening it. "Oh my God."

"What… Valeria! Is that… is that him?"

"I think so."

"You think so? Val, you probably are the person who has seen adult Pedri naked the most! Apart from his teammates and himself, of course."

"All the moles are in the right places, so… yeah, it's him."

"Holy shit" Silvia laughs. "He didn't look like that when I saw him shirtless after your first night together."

"He did not, no" I say, looking at the magazine in my hands, a shirtless Pedri on the cover.

"Can I have a look?"

"Yeah, sure" I say, giving it to Silvia.

"Oh, it comes with a note. Happy early Christmas, Val. Hope you like my little present ;) I don't know if you like it, but I certainly do."

"Should I worry about my best friend thirsting over my boyfriend?"

"Nah. You two are too obsessed with each… Holy mother of Jesus, Valeria."

"Now what?" I laugh.

"Look. Look!" Silvia says, showing me one of the photos.

"He looks ridiculous."

"Ridi… what? He looks fucking hot, Val."

"And ridiculous. Who wears a beanie while shirtless?" 

"He does. And he does it so well… I don't know if I'm gonna be able to look at him the same after this, Val. Holy shit."

"You already said that" I laugh again.

"You are such a lucky bitch…" she says while flicking through the magazine. "A fucking lucky bitch." 

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

I think your early Christmas present has broken Silvia

What? 😂

Next time she sees you she may jump at you

Ok 😂😂

What about you? 😏

What about me?

Will you jump at me too?

Meh 🤷‍♀️

Seriously, Val? 🙄

You look ridiculous 😂

What? I look fucking hot!

Ridiculous. A beanie while shirtless? Who does that? 😂

I do. For you. 

You love it when I wear one

Yeah, but when you also are wearing clothes

🙄

I thought that was going to be your favourite photo. Because besides the beanie, I'm also showing those things you love so much 

Things? What things? 🤔

The ones on my hips that take you to your favourite place in my body 😏

🙄🙄🙄

They have your name 😏

What? 😂

They are a V shape… V for Valeria

🙄🙄🙄

🤗🤗🤗

I'll print that photo so you can have it on your bedside table and be the first thing you see every morning when you wake up and every night before going to sleep

No thank you

You prefer the real thing, I get it 😌

You'll have him soon 😏

Right now the real thing can stay in Valencia tbh

You are so mean, Val. 

I give you a present and get naked thinking of you, and look at the way you treat me 😔

🤷‍♀️ How have your teammates treated you btw? I'm sure they are laughing in your face 😂

They are a bunch of jealous idiots 🙄

So they have made fun of you, haven't they? 😂

🙄

Poor Pepi 🥺

🖕🏻

Love you too 🤍 And speaking of teammates… Anything new about Ferran?

He still wants to leave during the winter transfer window

Really?

Yeah… And I get it. 

He isn't playing, and his head not being where it should be isn't helping him. 

I think being away even if it's just for 6 months will do him good. 

Personally and for his career

Yeah, I guess… 

It will, trust me

Wish I could be there to hug you right now tho 🥺

I can hug the magazine.  Isn't that what you wanted? 🤗

🙄🙄

Instead of printing a photo you should get me a pillow with your face on it or something 😂

And what are you going to do with that pillow? 😏

Always thinking about the same 🙄

I'm horny, I haven't see you in a week

Then use your hand, Pedro

You do it better 😏

🙄

The moment we arrive from Valencia I'm driving to your place. 

Tell Silvia to leave if she doesn't want to hear certain things

I don't think she'll mind if she gets to see you shirtless in the morning 😂

Like after our first night together? 

That's what she said when she saw the photos.  You've improved since that day

And not just physically, have I? 😏

🙄

I have and you know it. 

And I will be showing you how much very soon 😏

If I let you in

You don't have to let me in for me to show you how good I am 😛😉

Jesus Christ, Pedro 🙄

Yep, that's what you will be saying 😏

🙄

Love you too, Val 🤍

[esposadejoyhuerta]

This acc is becoming an mcu twitter for me but I fucking HATE secretary Ross so fucking much and vision is a dumbass.

Correlation does not mean causation that’s the first thing they teach u in ANY lower division fucking undergrad research class. So wtf was that toaster going on ab with the rise in superheroes and rise in threats like. CorrELATION DUMBASS. You’d have to do years of empirical research to determine causation. Also has any of them heard of critical refugee and border studies???? Reading a SINGLE article from that field would give u the fucking answer. Like come ON. The Sokovia accords shouldn’t even be a fucking debate—it’s a stupid ass idea and the only person I understand besides those who refused to sign is nat’s position of disagreeing but wanting to regain public trust and keep one hand on the wheel. Everyone who wholeheartedly trusted in the accords is fucking wrong. Also I blame Ross for nat’s death. Bc he’s the whole fucking reason thanos won. The scarlet witch should’ve just killed him “so ur saying they’ll come for me” Wanda says but it’s fine baby just kill them it’s ok god I’m so pissed and this is all fake. Also wtf is up w rhodey being like “omg this is the UN” like. No one in any REAL social justice field likes the UN. No one likes human rights studies. Like. They’ve been wrong ab most things and everyone is critical of them FOR A REASON.

Cap’s all like “we failed” after infinity war NO it’s bc everyone scattered yall and u were a DISASSEMBLED team and were very disempowered. These gov officials, the UN, and all these ppl who liked the Sokovia accords, y’all deserve half your loved ones disappearing. You brought this upon your fucking selves now suck it up and deal w the consequences of ur own actions u whiny whores

Edit: oh I did not know there was a whole subsection of mcu fans who r actively anti Sokovia accords and dive deep into what it entailed and how it’s wrong. It seems as tho some ppl in that subsection come from a legal background too which is so cool. Y’all r cool and I’d love to join in on convos w my theory background and comment on how theoretically the accords aren’t for the protection of the ppl and only aim to solidify existing racialized and sexualized nationalist tools such as consolidated military power and borders, which are inherently polysemic and overdetermined in nature (Balibar 2002) are are for those exact reasons that the accords r being drafted and that should honestly be enough to make the general public and world leaders question it in the first place. But anyways. Would love to elaborate one day if let into the fanclub😌

Another edit: im just mad and ranting to the void at this point but y’all who try to argue FOR the Sokovia accords in a legal matter. It straight up DOESNT. MATTER. Bc if u look for even a second at critical social theories, you’d understand that the accords literally cannot work for the people. So you’re arguing for something that strengthens the power of those already in power. Which is fine, but just admit that. Also on the lowest key that’s equivalent to arguing for white heteropatriatchal power. But like. Just admit that. Bc. Again. I repeat, the accords are not FOR THE PEOPLE. Now, we literally don’t know the full content of the accords so there’s only sm we can all say ab the details of it. But as an overall idea, that’s what it does. But if this was a real thing I’d be concerned abt yalls ability to critically think and also that y’all get a say in this country (yikes) ESPECIALLY to that one user I blocked saying that all they needed to see was that cap, a white man, is arrogant, wants to keep his white power, and therefore the accords must be signed, to keep white power in check, then Jesus fuck you’re dumb as hell. Like yes, I had that same initial thought too, but then I THOUGHT AB IT for longer than a SECOND and the same damn thing could be said ab Tony, that his white guilt is clouding his judgement and making him sign. Also non white ppl backed both sides. Like. Use the one brain cell u have for the love of god. Do u rlly think the mcu cares enough to make a racial statement here? And to all Sokovia acc supporters, don’t u think it ended w thanos winning FOR A REASON?! Also. To say “but we need regulation therefore we need the accords” is the same exact thing as saying “we need safety therefore we need cops and the military” like Jesus fuck there r other options. Be creative for a SINGLE SECOND. I hate this world and I hate that I have to share it w ppl who have such smooth brains y’all concern me a LOT

[tears-that-heal]

100% in agreement!!! These tools and practices are what God hates, but never the people themselves. I understand the Enneagram is controversial, but like Meyers & Briggs personality test….it can easily feed into our human desire to be in control. The same goes with horoscopes & tarot cards, humans naturally fear the unknown, including the humanly unknown future. So we’ve created and use these things which is actually tricking ourselves that we can be in-control. That “security” is an illusion. True security and wisdom comes solely from God. Seek and Ask Him, He will answer you.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own (human) understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take.”

‭‭- Proverbs‬ ‭3‬:‭5‬-‭6‬ ‭NLT‬‬ (emphasized)

Giving into the desire of personal control is rooted in Fear. Where there is Fear, there’s lack of Trust. Which leads to worry, stress and anxiety. As Christians, we’ve already received the gift of unearthly peace. So why are we still suffering these things? We continue to choose not to Trust Jesus with our lives. Yes, it’ll be a life long struggle until our human bodies die, but God still promises this peaceful relieve from the woes of this world. Simply choose to constantly give Him your trust, and I promise in the name of Jesus, you will see God’s promises manifest in your life. Thank you, Jesus! ☝️😌

[hide-in-imagination]

Just wanted to say i'd love an omegaverse story of Simbar of you 🥹💜

😏 Thank you so much, anon, I see you're a person of culture as well😌

It would be sooo fun to write skdjnfls. I could make them be fated pairs and wreck havoc because when he arrives Ámbar is dating Matteo, but the moment she catches his scent, she starts going into heat, and Simón can't breathe anything that isn't her scent, and WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? 😂

Or I could, you know, have them find out they're made for each other more slowly. Simón and Matteo would always be butting heads because their alphas want to outdo each other. Ámbar would be so resentful of Luna because she used to be the only Omega before she arrived and now she has managed to charm everybody, especially her Alpha boyfriend. Sure, she never let Matteo bite her and never shared a heat with him either in their 2 years of relationship because she never felt close enough to him or trusted him enough to let him do that-- BUT HE WAS STILL HER BOYFRIEND, DAMN IT.

(Guess which Alfa she immediately starts trusting more and it confuses the hell out of her because she hasn't known him for that long but there's something about his disposition and his comforting scent that just makes her feel safe, she can't explain it)

And meanwhile, Simón is all confused because, ever since Luna presented as Omega three years ago, he had been thinking maybe they could be more, you know? They had a great bond already and now they were also compatible in that sense-- All the adults around them were already assuming they'd be mates someday. But then she left the country, so he followed her, but now he can't stop fucking thinking about Ámbar's vanilla scent, and it's so weird because she doesn't seem nice?? She seems to have a vendetta against Luna, so Simón shouldn't like her, he should be wary, but he's. just. not. Whenever he's near her, the last thing he feels is danger. Hell, if he didn't know any better, he'd say the girl was an angel from how nice she smells. And she always seems to mellow out around him too, so maybe she's not actually bad? His Alpha sure as hell thinks she's great.

Anyway, they kinda fight against it at the beginning but eventually give in because- if they find comfort in each other's presence, why not make use of that, right? That's not to say that they just start sucking face, they become friends, nothing more, she just happens to be Omega and he just happens to be Alpha and they just happen to love each other's scents.

But then, after a scheme of Ámbar's goes horribly wrong and her bottle of suppressants gets switched with someone else's, Ámbar suddenly goes into heat, and Oh Fuck, Simón has never smelt anything so tempting in his fucking life, and Ámbar is begging for it, but NOPE, he won't do it, he's a decent guy! She doesn't know what she's doing! So Simón drives her to the nearest hospital (he has a car in this one okay? Work with me here) using up to the last shred of his self-control and willpower, even has to use his Alpha Voice to keep her still because he can't drive if she's trying to climb onto his lap, and then the nurses take her and that's it. They ask him if he wants them to take a look at his arm too (because he bit his forearm to stop himself from biting Ámbar and to clear his head) but he declines and just drives to his house where he attempts to take a cold shower but eventually has to rub one off because his Alpha will not calm down.

Anyway, after that, Ámbar is beside herself with gratitude because "jesus christ, anyone could've taken advantage of me, you could've taken advantage of me, but you didn't and you kept me safe, thank you", and Simón can't keep ignoring the attraction he feels after an event like that, so now they're closer, not without its hiccups, of course, because all of this happens because of one of Ámbar's evil plans, and Simón is like "God damn it, Ámbar, you could've gotten hurt, anyone could've gotten hurt, you need to stop doing things like these" and Ámbar, after such a rattling wake up call, agrees, and starts changing her ways, and okay, now they're sucking face, because they really like each other, and hell, it might even be love.

(It is love. They scent each other, share heats and ruts together, move in together, and eventually, Simón bites her and they become a pair. Oh, and they get married too, but by that point, that's just a formality)

Btw, I hid these details in the tags of my previous post so I'll leave them here now:

#Simón would smell like sea breeze and Ámbar at first would think it's weird for an alpha to have such a comforting scent

#shouldn't only omegas have such comforting scents?

#but then she realizes GURLL HE HAS THE POWER OF THE SEAAA, DO YOU KNOW HOW POWERFUL IS THE OCEAN?? HAVE YOU SEEN HOW THEY WRECK BOATS AND CITIES? HE'S THE ALPHA OF ALL ALPHAS HE JUST CHOOSES TO BE GENTLE

#he's like the calming shore of a crystalline beach-- unless you cross him or his friends & family

#btw Ámbar smells like vanilla and flowers

#which coincidentally is the exact smell Simón remembers from his youth when he used to watch his mother make cookies in the kitchen

#FATED PAIR SIMBAR? GIVE IT TO ME

#and Simón of course smells like Ámbar's afternoons spent at the Cancún coastline when she visited her summer house

#HE WAS RIGHT THERE BUT THEY DIDN'T MEET SOONER

[taexual]

I was needing some serotonin and you came through, as always 🤭

Because obviously jk is the type to spend 0.5 seconds with his love, to feel like life is worth living, saying some shit like 'air? Oh yn breaths air *sights dreamily*'

“Yeah,” Jungkook said, bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement. “It’s the exact colour of her eyes.”

“Her eye—Jesus Christ,” Minjun groaned.

Just proving my point, once again

Minjun shook his head, half disbelieving, half resigned. He was not a doctor, and he would never claim to have any medical knowledge, but even his amateur eye could recognise lovesickness when he saw it.

Down bad is what we call it bestie, he's setting and beating his own record atp

Jungkook blew out the smoke with a heavy—and violent, too—groan, and it cut Minjun off. “I love her so much."

Girl.. Please I love them so much, oc really said, I'm gonna consume this man's every thought without even knowing, good for her 😌

Also this???

Closing the door of the dressing room behind himself, he abruptly remembered an ancient legend that his grandmother had told him—about Orpheus and Eurydice. And he knew, without any doubt whatsoever, that if he had to walk away from you without looking back so that the two of you could live, you would both perish.

He would always turn back to look at you one last time.

First of all, ouch, uncalled for :c

And second, jk is never escaping the Orpheus curse istg, first it was Art (onlyswan) and now you, yall are just on a mission to crush my heart and it shows

And man I love the plotting, Jude’s redemption arc (he had me anxious for a good while tho, the trust issues were showing) but he did great and I can't wait for Sid to eat his own shit :D

So, you had jokingly asked Jungkook if the Katana was the love of his life, too. And he’d responded, without missing a single beat, that it wasn’t. That you were.

He’d said it with a smug grin, so, of course, you assumed he was just teasing—because, in your defence, he often was—and you rolled your eyes and didn’t think much of it. But now, holding the keys to his bike that he’d given up, you accepted, finally, that he’d meant it, even back then.

Stop I'm tearing up, back when the bet was still going and all of that was going down, I kept debating how everything would play out, with the presence of that shithead, jk being his own enemy, and oc being unable to face her feelings for shit, but each day you prove to be an amazing writer, and through his actions, their attempts at communicating, getting Sid to jail obvs, and showing these moments of realization for each character, is just *chefs kiss*, it adds up so so well, and it has felt so natural going through this series c:

But back to this bitch

"He should have been grateful I even invited him to see me, he should have been fucking kissing my ass, but instead, he was trying to appear like a little angel to her.”

“He was—he was setting some fucking standard that I had to live up to. And why the fuck should I? I’m her only son. Who the fuck is Jungkook to her? Fucking nobody. He’s a fucking wannabe, that’s what he is.

I swear his soul dies slowly every time someone shows an ounce of decency and respect (not directed to him) in his presence, like how narcissistic do you have to be for this to be your thought process, my dude, get a grip, go to therapy, or fly yourself to the sun if you want, I'm sure his ego would like being the first there, considering he probably has the money to

Love oc constantly reminding us that she's a bad bitch, and that jk has every right and duty to go around bragging about her 🤭

Noticing the sight, the rest of the band members piled into the room, hollering war cries and jumping on the two of you in a chaotic group hug. They tousled your hair when they pulled away, and ran off, seemingly bouncing off the walls of the room as they went.

Ugghh, they're so freaking endearing, the definition of found family

And now for the continuation of jk and oc making my heart combust:

Jungkook did not feel like other people. He felt like you, as much as you felt like you. And right now, with the water running from his skin to yours, you felt calm. Easy. Solid, but serene. He was your safe space.

If you hear me screeching, no you don't

“You know, you say things sometimes,” you said, “and I know you know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Really?” His voice was exuberant. “Are you swooning for me, then?”

You grimaced. “I wouldn’t call it swoo—”

“Getting weak in the knees?”

“I don’t get weak in the knees.”

BUT I SURE DO, DUDE WHAT, STOP IT WITH THE FLIRTING, giving whoreish behavior 😑(respectfully)

“It wasn’t the bet that hurt me,” you said. “But you fixed every problem that did. We actually put one of them in the back of a police car tonight. And you and I learnt how to talk to each other in the process. Look at us now.”

YES LOOK AT YOU, I love this for them, this is what I aspire to be in life, yep

Also not you making me feel all proud and protective over fictional characters, Jesus

But yeah, if it wasn't obvious enough, I loved every second of this, I love your story, I'm gonna need an entire saga about this actually, spin offs, cameos, prequels and sequels, the whole thing (a special about Sid rotting in jail (or a mental institute) would be awesome as well)

I can't wait for the next one, I appreciate your work and the effort you put into these, which obviously pay off at the end, and I hope you're taking care of yourself, and enjoying life in the meantime <3

so i saw your ask as soon as i got it, the notification literally popped up before my eyes, and i was on a call with someone at the time but you bet i nodded and hummed without hearing anything for a few minutes, so i could read your message right away 🥹

i couldn't reply because Errands and then Sleep, but i want you to know that from the moment you sent this, i read it about a few hundred times, at least. numbers could be off by a dozen, i'm really shit at math

my point being, i love you so much that jungkook might have to pass down his Head Simp crown to me 🥺 seriously though, thank you for reading this and for taking the time to share your thoughts with me!!! if this story can be something that gives you the serotonin you need, i shall go to sleep happy every night

i was screeching the whole time i read this, that is all 🤍🤍🤍🤍

[antimonyandthyme]

sorry if this is insane but have we considered how the AM mechanics will make the pitstop disaster up to seb !! yes seb said it was okay <3 however will that be enough for them 🥲 they want to show how sorry they are and they want to earn his forgiveness … esp mikey 😌😌😌

PITSTOP ANON never apologize for being insane in my inbox that's the equivalent of going to Willy Wonka (me, an unhinged, insane person) and offering him candy and apologizing for it—no! You have the biggest brain and I love you for it! Below the cut because this gets nsfw.

He's chuffed after the race, sure the pitstop cost him places, but that fight with Kevin—whew. This is what he does this for! He's got the adrenaline going, Antti hands him a bottle and his hand is shaking as he brings it to his lips, and he carelessly tips some down his chin and fireproofs. A good race. He spills just a little more water, chuckling to himself, drunk from the high.

And then he goes into the garage to thank the team as he always does, but it's all long, glum faces. Mikey looks at him, eyes tracking down his soaked fireproofs, before he looks away.

Sebastian says, puzzled, "But it was a good race."

They say, "It could've been better."

He stops them before an apology spills out by getting physical. Squeezing the back of the neck of a mechanic, ruffling the hair of a pit crew member. "Let's do it better next time," he says, never mind that they only have three next times left with him. Sebastian's determined to make the most of every one of them. He thinks carefully, rephrases. "We'll do it better next time."

Conor offers him a watery smile.

"There she is, beautiful," Sebastian says, laughing as Conor hides his face behind his camera.

Mikey pulls him aside before he leaves. He's still keeping his eyes on the ground. "The boys want to take you for dinner tonight."

Sebastian smiles. "Oh?"

"To apolog—"

Sebastian stops him with a shake of his head.

"To celebrate, then," Mikey says, exasperated and painfully fond. "To celebrate, that fine?"

"Dinner it is," Sebastian says.

There's steak, and wine, and coconut lime pie. Sebastian pats his belly, says Oh no I couldn't possibly, and they say, Just three more races, you have to let us treat you. He eats two slices of pie, savours this moment as the tang of lime bites at his tongue and files it away in his head for safekeeping.

Mikey's designated driver. He takes them back, bundles them like ducks in a row into the hotel room. Someone takes off his shoes, someone ushers him with an arm through his elbow to the bed, ever the gentleman.

Sebastian giggles. "Am I to be ravished, tonight?"

"Yes," Mikey says. "You didn't let us apologize."

"That was the point," Sebastian says, "I'm proud of you all, I'm proud of what you've done, for the team—"

"We need to do better," Scott says, pulling at the hem of his shirt. Sebastian lifts his arms up obediently. "For you."

Jesus. Someone's got their mouth on his chest, someone's massaging his hip, hand trailing to his inner thigh, then to his balls. He makes a high, needy sound, hips thrusting up. They push him down into the soft sheets, arrest him there. "You do fine by me," he insists, trembling as they shift his legs apart. He adores all of them so much, in this moment. "I want you to know that."

"Then let us prove it to you," Mikey says, breath hot in his ear.

Sebastian nods, trusting, laying back as he surrenders himself to them. Three more races.

[miyagi-hokarate]

bottom five ck scenes

Oh my fUCKING GOD AHDJKSJD

YOU'RE A BRAVE SOUL FOR ASKING THIS LMAO

OKAY OKAY. HATER MOMENT FR NOW...

1. The Jarmen Baby confirmation. I'm sorry but a mutual and I (who watched the episode with me) LITERALLY stopped to talk about it mid-watch just to express how much dislike and distain for the plot development we had for it. I could never take those 30+ minutes of my life back

2. Daniel breaking Anthony's tablet. It completely astounds me how that was framed to be "badass" or "the correct choice" in Cobra Kai when in reality that is a COMPLETELY immature, disrespectful, and horrifying thing to see a father do in front of his son. Was Anthony an ass? Yes, absolutely. But for Daniel to stoop so low as to physically punish Anthony (bREAKING HIS TABLET HELLO) and then go to the extreme in discipline and harshness just because HE scrambled to recollect whatever control he had over his son is incredibly disappointing to watch. Doing that wouldn't have actually made Anthony respect his father more — it would have completely shattered whatever trust he had in him, and Anthony would have felt even MORE disconnected to Daniel on a scale that is irreversibly damaging and disproportionate to Anthony being a fucking preteen asshole (which does need to be corrected, but not like THAT Jesus Christ.)

3. The Tory stripper fake-out scene. It's gross, borderline exploitative for the sake of going "HAHA you THOUGHT that, didn't you? Nope! 😌😏"

4. The ultrasound scene with Carmen and Johnny. His happiness to me is the same as watching a man who underwent conversion therapy and had successfully "passed" feel joy when his wife is pregnant with his child.

5. Carrie Underwood at the AVT. Okay.

I would include some examples of Cobra Kai LINES, but I feel like those are too different from scenes lol

[slamminslamminmcgill]

Chicanerous - Jimmy McGill/Male Reader (NSFW!)

jimmy brings you to meet his brother chuck. though due to chuck's homophobic behavior towards jimmy in the past, jimmy wants revenge. he has you wear a vibrator to chuck's house and sneakily controls it in front of him. tags/warnings: vibrators, sex toys, voyeurism, exhibitionism, referenced homophobia anatomical terms: none! (this was completely unintentional so if you're a cis man/amab enjoy ig lol) words: 3,115 ao3 link author's notes: i hate you chuck mcgill 😌

“Forty bucks.”

“No.”

“Fifty.”

“Jimmy, I’m not doing this.”

“…Forty-five.”

“Did you just go down?”

“Oh, good, you are listening!” Jimmy laughed, “But seriously. Fifty-five? C’mon! It’ll be the easiest money you’ve ever made… and the sexiest.” 

That was probably true, but it’d also be the most humiliating and mean-spirited way to earn a quick buck. You refused yet again. “Jimmy, no. I’m not going to harass your brother like this. I’ve never even met the guy!” 

“Trust me, you’re not missing much. Chuck’s a…” Jimmy paused and tried to think of a nicer word than ‘asshole’. “Let’s call him an acquired taste. If you have a taste for mothballs and bigotry, that is.”

“Bigotry?” You questioned. “Oh, god, don’t tell me-”

But he told you. “Raging homophobe! Jesus, when I was like 14, I told him I think I like boys and girls, and he practically dragged me by the ear to our local church for confession. He said he was doing me a favor by not telling our parents. Can you believe that?” Jimmy scoffed, but there was a profound sadness oozing out of his pores. He sniffled and cracked his neck; you hoped it wasn’t to choke back tears. 

You could see the pain in Jimmy’s demeanor and empathized with him. “Really? God, that’s so fucked, I’m so sorry. And he never apologized?”

“Are you kidding?! He thinks he’s the Messiah!” Jimmy dropped the box he was holding on the table and paced around your living room. “The ever-infallible Charles McGill Jr.! He thinks I’m the one who needs to repent for living a sinner’s lifestyle. He really goes above and beyond, y’know. Hates the sin and the sinner.” He plopped down on your couch and sighed.

You sat down next to him and put an arm around his back. Concerned, yet confused. “Why do you still talk to him, then?”

“His condition.” Jimmy explained, “He can’t take care of himself, so he needs me to brave the electricity-ridden world for him and get him what he needs. So, he kinda has to keep me around. That’s the only reason he’s even agreed to meet you.”

That tracked. A homophobe who pushed his younger brother to pray the gay away would probably not be too kind to said younger brother’s boyfriend. “So… what, he only cares about you because you keep him alive? That’s shitty. Fuck him.”

“Fuck him, indeed.” Jimmy concurred, “You know what? Nevermind. Don’t even worry about meeting him, honestly. I shouldn’t have even brought it up. No sense in bringing you over there if he’s not gonna like you, anyway.”

That gave you an idea. If Chuck wouldn’t like you on your best behavior, why bother with pleasantries? If he was going to think you were a degenerate pervert regardless of what you did, why not have a little fun and hit a homophobe where it hurts? Fuck turning the other cheek; take the upper hand.

“...I’ll do it.”

-

You squirmed in the passenger seat of Jimmy’s two-toned Suzuki Esteem. The vibrator wasn’t invasive, but it made its presence known. It was hard to sit still with it inside you. You needed friction.

“Well, someone’s got ants in their pants!” Jimmy chuckled and killed the ignition. “It’ll probably sound more like bees once I turn it on, though.” He fished a small remote out of his pocket and pressed the power button. A singular vibration pulsed through you, making you jump.

“How loud does this thing get?” You asked.

“It probably won’t be too obvious at first since it’s under your clothes, but he’s definitely gonna hear it once it really gets going. Now, let’s rap for a second.” Jimmy put the remote back in his pocket, unbuckled his seatbelt, and faced you. “No matter how loud it gets, you don’t hear it, I don’t hear it. We lie through our teeth and make Chuck feel like he’s going crazy. You get me?”

You got him, “Yeah, sure,” though there was an obvious hole in his plan, “But, like… if it’s vibrating, I’m gonna be, like… moaning and stuff like that. Wouldn’t he notice that?”

Jimmy waved you off, “Cover it up, if you can. Make whatever excuse you gotta. But if you can’t or he starts to question you, I’ll step in. You’ll be fine. You ready?”

“I guess.” You unbuckled your seatbelt and stepped out of the car. Jimmy locked it and squeezed behind you, making his way to the mailbox.

“Gotta put all your electronics in here. Anything with a battery can set him off. He’ll know if you forget something.” Jimmy loudly proclaimed as he opened the mailbox and stuffed his phone, watch, and keys inside. When he was done, he grabbed you by your hips and whispered in your ear. “He’s watching.”

Your eyes scanned the front of the empty-looking house, and sure enough, you saw two fingers pulling the blinds apart, and disgruntled eyes peering through them. You flinched, and hastily dug in your pocket for your phone. “Jesus…” you grumbled. “Fifty-five bucks for this, right?”

“How’s about forty-five and the best head you’ve ever gotten?” Jimmy kissed the back of your head as you closed the mailbox.

You spun around and flicked his forehead. “Nope. Fifty-five. And don’t act like you’re not gonna give me head regardless.”

“Oh, you know I will.” Jimmy smiled at you. Some tapping on the window broke up your intimate moment. Chuck was getting impatient. “Coming!” Jimmy called out and grabbed your hand, leading you up the walkway to Chuck’s front door. He stopped you in front of a metal pole. “Ground yourself.”

“What?”

“Just tap the thingy.” Jimmy demonstrated by tapping his finger on the pole, and you did the same. Having grounded yourselves, you were ready to enter. Jimmy knocked on the door, and Chuck answered with faux hospitality.

“Welcome! Jimmy, good to see you, as always. And, uh… what was your name again?” You could tell he was fighting to fake a smile for you.

You reminded him of your name and offered your hand to shake. “Pleasure to meet you. Jimmy’s told me so much about you.”

Chuck hesitated before grabbing your hand, as if being gay was contagious. Physical contact with a homosexual was sure to poison him with an unquenchable craving for cock and balls. Nevertheless, he persisted, taking your hand in his and offering a limp, wet noodle handshake. “Oh, all good things, I hope?”

“Of course!” You lied.

“Well, come on in.” Chuck stepped aside and allowed you to enter his delusional home. “I apologize for the darkness. Jimmy informed you of my condition, I presume?”

“He did, yeah. It must be tough to live with,” You answered with mock sympathy, in reality you couldn’t give less of a fuck about his living situation. It’s not like you’d ever be invited over again after today. Still, you tried to come up with a compliment. “You seem to be handling it really well, though. I’d imagine you have to get pretty creative. I don’t know what I’d do in your position.”

Jimmy swooped in to back you up. “I told you he’s a smart guy! Managed to build a life for himself in the 21st century without any tech whatsoever. I don’t know anyone else who could solve a problem like that.”

Chuck forced some laughter out, “Ah, well, I do what I can to get by. Please, have a seat.” He gestured to the couch, where you and Jimmy sat down. He situated himself across from you, and folded his hands in his lap. “So, how did you meet my brother?”

“Well, actually, I-”

Click

Bzzzzzzzzzzz

You should’ve seen that coming, but you didn’t. With no warning, Jimmy had ignited the vibrator, which was now rattling against your sensitive walls. You gasped, but faked a sneeze to cover it up. 

It was on the lowest setting, so thankfully Chuck didn’t notice the noise. “Bless you.”

“Thank you…” You replied. Already, your nerves were on fire. You knew Jimmy wouldn’t rush out the gate guns blazing, but this was much harder than you expected it to be. You couldn’t imagine you’d keep up the charade for very long. It took you a while to catch your train of thought. “We, uh… I work at the…” You swallowed a moan, ”...the nail salon, where he lives, and I… I saw him come in one day, and, like… I just kinda… shot my shot, I guess.”

Chuck raised an eyebrow. “You seem tense. Are you feeling alright?”

You nodded, hoping your body wasn’t shaking as much as the toy was. “Nerves, sorry.”

Jimmy slung an arm around you and hugged you from the side. “He’s just a little anxious, that’s all. He wants to make a good impression.”

Chuck nodded, content with that explanation. “Right, right. Well, I must say I’m not… thrilled, that my brother is with another man, but I hope that-”

Click

That son of a bitch. Jimmy turned it up. In the middle of Chuck’s sentence. You had no time to stall your reaction, groaning audibly and grabbing Jimmy’s leg for support. 

“You feeling alright, babe?” Jimmy asked, brushing some hair out of your face as you leaned into him, his other hand tucked into his pocket with the remote. “Jeez, you’re all red. You took your meds today, right?”

If anything, you appreciated Jimmy’s ability to lie on the spot. There was no medication for you to have taken. It was bullshit, all the way down. You let him lead, your dance partner in the tango of dishonesty. “I… I thought I did… Today’s Wednesday, right?”

Jimmy gave you a concerned, sheepish look. “Today’s Thursday, honey.” 

Click

“Oh fuck,” You moaned, and upon realizing where you were, slapped your hand over your mouth and apologized to Chuck. “O-Oh my god! I’m sorry! I-I don’t mean to be rude.”

“It’s… quite alright,” Chuck replied, his skepticism slowly inching upward. “Would you like some water?”

Jimmy answered for you. “Water would be great, thanks. He gets dehydrated easily.”

As Chuck stood up to get you some water, Jimmy pressed the button one more time, making the vibrator buzz harder and louder. Finally, it was enough for Chuck to hear.

Chuck winced, his face contorted in pain as he stared you both down. “Is that… Is that a cell phone?”

Jimmy hugged you closer to him and stroked your hair, pretending to comfort you through your “symptoms”. He gave Chuck an incredulous look. “What? What’re you talking about? Do you hear something?” 

“Y-Yes, actually. I hear something… vibrating… like a cell phone.” Chuck grimaced and grit his teeth to bear the pain. “Jimmy, I thought you told him.”

Jimmy went on the defense, “I did! Chuck, I swear, we put all our devices in the mailbox. There’s nothing here that could be vibrating. Are you sure that’s what it is?”

You backed him up, “Y-Yeah, I don’t…” and took a deep breath to maintain poise, “I don’t hear anything either.”

And Jimmy scored the goal. “And he has great ears, too. He’s got perfect pitch. He’s actually in school to be a classical pianist. So if he doesn’t hear it, I kinda gotta take his word for it.”

Another lie. You couldn’t play piano to save your life, but goddamn, Jimmy could play anyone to save his.

Chuck wasn’t backing down, though his composure was starting to slip. “I-I’m serious. I hear something vibrating. Are you telling me you two seriously don’t hear that?”

Jimmy sighed, pitying his brother and his circumstances. “Chuck, buddy, no one else hears what you’re talking about. Just… How about you just go in the kitchen for a bit, take a breather, and maybe it’ll be gone when you come back?”

Chuck didn’t answer Jimmy. He scurried into the kitchen and away from the offending sound.

Once he was sure Chuck was gone, Jimmy switched the vibrator off, finally giving you a moment to breathe. He kissed you on the cheek and whispered to you, “Isn’t this fun? You’re doing great.”

You giggled and kissed him back, “It’s… definitely exciting. You’re a genius.”

“I know, I know. That little piece of plastic is making you feel real good, huh?”

“Yeah…”

“Not as good as me though, right?”

“Not by a longshot.”

Chuck returned with three glasses of water, one in each hand and cradling the other under his arm. “My apologies for that,” he said as he set the glasses down on the table. He took his seat once more. “Well, Jimmy, I hate to say it, but you were right. I don’t hear that sound anymore, and I feel perfectly fine. I wonder what that could’ve been.”

Jimmy picked up his glass. “Are your coolers good? Maybe you ate some spoiled food and it’s giving you hallucinations. That’s what they say happened in the Salem Witch Trials.” He took a sip and set it down on the table.

You did the same, chugging half the glass in one go, playing into the easily dehydrated lie.

“No, no, the coolers are fine. I don’t think that would’ve done it.” Chuck drank some of his water and turned his attention to you, hoping to steer the conversation away from his ailment. “So! You’re a classical pianist?”

You gave him a timid smile, unsure of how you should be acting due to your medical condition that Jimmy decided you had. “Y-Yeah, I, uh… Been playing since I was three. I’m a senior at UNM.” Lies upon lies, you hoped they were as good as Jimmy’s. But if not, he’d have your back.

Chuck smiled, warmer than you expected from him. Were you actually impressing him? “Well, that’s wonderful! I’m a huge fan of classical music. My ex-wife was a violinist.”

Jimmy butted in, “And a damn good one, at that! I guess McGill’s are drawn to musicians, huh?”

“Thank you, Jimmy.” Chuck said with a heaping spoonful of sarcasm. “You know, I actually have a grand piano here. Not to put you on the spot or anything, but do you think you could play-”

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BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Jimmy McGill was trying to get you killed.

Or, save your ass, because if he hadn’t intervened, you would’ve been pressured into bullshitting your way through a Beethoven sonata.

Or, make you cum in front of his homophobic brother, just to fuck with him.

Or, and most likely, all of the above.

He’d cranked the vibrator up to max, making you cry out in pleasure, and Chuck in pain. Thankfully, his brother was somehow louder than you were.

Chuck covered his ears and shouted, “Agh! It’s back! The buzzing! It’s back!” He jumped up and ran to open a cabinet, where he apparently kept large sheets of tinfoil to wrap himself in. As he put on his Chipotle burrito cosplay, he put the heat on his brother. “Jimmy, whatever you’re doing, whatever… device you two brought with you, just turn it off! Turn it off and get out of my house!” 

“I’m not doing anything, Chuck!” Jimmy stood up and shouted over all the commotion, rushing to Chuck’s side. “I still don’t hear what you’re talking about! Where is it coming from?”

Chuck whipped his body around, the foil crinkling with his movements, and pointed a shaking finger at you. “Him! It’s coming from him! He’s got something on him, and I hear it! Don’t tell me it’s nothing!”

“He doesn’t have anything on him! I checked! He’s got no devices, doohickeys, gadgets, gizmos, nothing that could make that kind of-!” Suddenly, Jimmy froze, his expression melting to one of pure fear. You figured he’d get the letter for his Oscar nomination soon enough. “Oh no…” 

“What?! What is it?!” Chuck panicked.

Jimmy hurried back to where you were sitting on the couch, and laid his hand on the left side of your chest. “It’s his pacemaker… It’s going crazy.” 

It took everything within you to not burst out laughing. Or moaning. You bit your lip and let Jimmy do the talking as you rocked your hips back and forth on the couch cushion. 

“His what?!” Chuck yelled the obvious question. “He’s so young, how the hell does he have a pacemaker?!”

“That’s none of your business, Chuck!” Jimmy grabbed your shoulders and pressed his forehead to yours. “I’m so sorry, honey. I didn’t think it’d be a problem. I’m gonna take you home, and you’re gonna take your meds, okay? You’re gonna be okay. Come on, upsy-daisy.” 

Jimmy hoisted you up off the couch. The vibrator had done a number on your balance, and the new angle had it pressed up into just the right spot. You collapsed into him and moaned his name, not even trying to hide it anymore. “Oh, Jimmyyy…”

Playing it off like a champ, Jimmy shushed you and walked you towards the door. “I know, I know, sweetheart. It’s okay. You’re gonna be fine. I promise.” He opened the front door, and turned to his brother one last time. “I gotta get him home. We’ll talk later, Chuck. See ya.���

Even after the door was closed, he kept up the act as he walked you to the car, just in case Chuck was watching through the window. “There we go, almost there. We’ll get you home, baby boy, don’t you worry.” He opened the door for you and even buckled you in. When he walked around to his side, he saw Chuck peering through the windows again. He got in the driver’s seat, turned the car on, and sped down the block, past Chuck’s limited field of view. 

Once Chuck was out of sight and out of mind, Jimmy turned the car and the vibrator off. He grabbed you and started kissing all over your face like a madman.

“That was amazing! Baby, you were perfect! You are a star! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” Jimmy praised as he hugged you tight and kissed anywhere he could plant his lips on you.

You laughed hysterically, tickled pink from the thrill and your boyfriend’s cheesy affections. “Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome. That was crazy! What am I again? A college student with a pacemaker that’s training to be a classical pianist? How the fuck did you come up with that?!”

Jimmy laughed too, wiping tears of joy from his eyes. “Ah, a magician never reveals his tricks. I’ll get you the cash when we get back.” And like the magician he was, you didn’t see the sleight-of-hand of him reaching into his pocket. “But first…”

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“How’s about we finish what we started?”

[khaleesiofalicante]

so i need to unload emotionally , this fuedd and relationship that max and rafe have is very disheartening to me for some reason like esp the lack of trust or showing it , like rafael even comforting max would be great but every convo goes something along teh lines of that he is regretting but max you should do this for clave to please them too... i mean no person in right mind that have been hurt as much as the mavid family has will ever do that .. esp as a older sister myself, younger siblings are more prone to u know expressive sensitive emotions and generally like to be comforted atleast for me it is ,, and a lot of younger cousins that i have. anyways , i think tbh max isnt irrational tho he might be explosive with his emotions and anger, ii think he gets it but my theory is also that he is hurt by lack of feelings or care that rafael / or is being shown to max. i agree with malec that they have sheltered thier kids a lot .. i loved cami in this last chapter tho yes agreeing with rafael it couldve been handeled a bit more maturely but i loved that she was vocal abt the way she is getting to know rafael. all of the third gen is just projecting feelings about this without even knowing mavid lb fam.

I love a good emotional unloading 😌

I totally feel everything you said and it's very true. There is a line that Max says, in LBAF 6, that perfectly captures what you said. I can't share the line now but what he basically says is that what hurts more than all the hate they get is the lack of support and trust from people he loves (referring to Rafael). We know Max is one of those people who doesn't express his emotions in the same way he feels them. If he feels sad, he gets angry. If he gets scared, he gets angry. He feels one thing, but expresses anger because it's the emotion is that is familiar and feels safe to express (I sometimes forget he is just a guy sigh).

And yes proud of Cami for finally seeing through things. She is learning - and yes that wouldn't have happened if she didn't visit New York. Sometimes, you just gotta see it for yourself to believe it (Jesus was wrong about this bye)

[cravetive]

YES!!!!!!!!! YOONGI SAVE OUR GIRL!!!!!!!!! JESUS IM SO EXITED!!!!!!!!!

- oof please let kook suffer A LOT i need my girl to be the one who gets the upper hand im tired of these men who cheat and do everything and think they can be forgiven god im so read for yoongi to humble him this was the best choice bc i was so curious who it was gonna be was almost sure you were gonna pick taehyung but YOONGI ?! HELLO ?! LETS GOOOOOO! 🥳💗

Trust me I was giggling and kicking my feet when I wrote this chapter 😌

OC is not playing any games rest assured, she is coming for their throats.

Listen I was going to initially choose Tae but then who better to incite some chaos than Yoongi 😇

[matadorofheart]

May I ask you to go into detail about the statue smiling at you? That sounds very strange and interesting.

sure! (for context for anyone else reading, i mentioned in my tags on this post that i'd seen a statue of a saint smiling at me)

it's hard to remember what exactly it looked like/what i experienced because i was young, somewhere between like… 7-10 i'd guess? but i was in church, and i looked over at the statue of st. theresa (of lisieux if you're looking for specifics) and swore i saw the expression shift into a slight smile. i told my mom, who said she'd looked over at it herself before, and to her it looked like the statue's whole face had lit up, like it was animated. she said she hadn't spoken up about it because she figured it was just her eyes playing tricks on her, but me pointing it out solidified it for her.

(under the cut i'm gonna get into more personal ✨ religious trauma ✨ and negative type things so if you just wanted a slightly more detailed version of the story you can stop here gkfhfjd)

it's kind of weird to think about because 1. my parents' specific brand of religion has been extremely harmful to me (and still is), i don't voluntarily participate in it anymore and generally don't believe in much as far as spirituality goes. i never had any specific connection to or fondness for st. theresa, either, it just sort of Happened

and 2. i honestly don't trust my mom's judgement, so idk if she actually saw the same thing, or if me mentioning it just set her brain off to see what she wanted to see. (to be fair, i also have no idea if it was just my young well-indoctrinated self seeing things because i was looking for them, too.) my mom likes to cite it whenever i try to explain that i don't follow her ideology anymore, as if a statue smiling at me is irrefutable evidence that i should repent and stop being queer or something 💀

i do think that, with regards to spirituality, whatever ideas you give power to and put energy into will have some sort of power in your life. so when i was really into jesus and 100% believed a catholic version god was real, it makes sense to me that i'd experience something like that. i don't think i'd experience anything like it nowadays, where i just see st. theresa as a historical figure and god as a more vague concept.

either way, it's an Experience i had, and i can mostly see it separately from all my issues with the brand of catholicism i was raised on and just be like. huh that's neat 😌