#This one was a really wild ride and again I'm conflicted on it

[lisasmuts]

REUNION | pt 1. Delicious Dinner.

Lisa Manoban x male reader x her friends

4.5k words

(Back together with my Favorites.)

A/N - so this is my new series I hope you all like it, i really hope for you guys to like it, and i'll wait for your responses to this new series. The reader will be cuckhold tho in this series. I really hope you all like it. Please also ignore some repetitive lines.

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After a long, passionate day of intimacy throughout the office, Lisa and you finally make it home, collapsing onto the couch together. Lisa straddles your lap, her eyes hooded with desire as she gazes down at you. Slowly, she begins to grind her hips, eliciting a low groan from you as she sheathes your throbbing length inside her slick heat.

“Ohh, y/n,”

Lisa moans, her voice dripping with need.

“I want you so badly...I need you to fill me up, over and over again.”

Her movements quicken, hips rolling and undulating as she rides you with fervent desperation. Sweat glistens on her flushed skin, and her breasts bounce with each frantic thrust. Lisa is utterly lost in the throes of ecstasy, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

Just as Lisa was riding you with wild abandon, the doorbell suddenly rang, snapping her out of her passionate haze. With flushed cheeks, she quickly disengaged from your lap and hurriedly slipped on a sheer robe. Straightening her appearance, she went to answer the door, revealing her childhood best friend, Suguru, standing on the other side.

Lisa greeted Suguru with a warm smile, though her eyes still held a hint of residual desire.

“Suguru! What a surprise. Please, come in.”

She ushered him inside, glancing back at you briefly before focusing her attention on her friend.

“I was just...working on some new music,”

she said, her tone slightly flustered.

“But I'm so glad you're here. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

Lisa's body language remained somewhat tense, as she tried to regain her composure after your heated encounter. The situation was now ripe with potential complications, as her childhood friend had unexpectedly arrived, interrupting the passionate moment between you and Lisa.

Lisa's face softened as Suguru apologized for the interruption.

“Oh, Suguru, don't be so silly!”

She said, reaching out to pull him into a warm embrace.

“I'm so glad you're here.’

Any lingering annoyance Lisa felt quickly melted away, replaced by the pure joy and affection she had for her dear childhood friend. She held him tightly, relishing the familiar comfort of his presence.

As Suguru embraces Lisa, his hand subtly yet intentionally gropes her pert ass through the thin, revealing robe she's wearing. Though Lisa doesn't outwardly react, inwardly her mind is racing with a whirlwind of lewd thoughts and desires.

“Mmm, Suguru, you naughty boy,”

Lisa muses to herself, her body tingling with arousal.

“I can't believe you'd be so bold, groping me like this right in front of Y/n. But deep down, I love it...I've always somewhere deep in my heart fantasized about you taking charge and using me.”

Her pulse quickens as a familiar warmth blossoms between her thighs. The memory of your thick cock filling her mere moments ago only fuels her growing lust. Part of her wants to push Suguru away, to remain faithful to her lover you. But an even stronger, more primal part of her craves the thrill of being used by her childhood best friend, indulging in his carnal desires.

“I wonder what you'd do to me if y/n wasn't here...”

she muses, biting her lip as her imagination runs wild.

“Would you bend me over right here and now, claiming my body as your own? Or perhaps you'd want to watch as y/n and I put on a show for you...”

Lisa's inner monologue is a tangled web of wanton need and conflicting emotions. But as Suguru's hands linger on her curves, one thing becomes clear - her self-control is rapidly slipping away

As Lisa engaged in casual conversation with Suguru, her outward demeanor remained calm and composed. However, her mind was racing with lewd thoughts, consumed by the prospect of having two men vying for her affection. She subtly leaned in closer to Suguru, hoping he would make another bold move.

Sure enough, Suguru’s hand once again slid down to grope Lisa’s ass through the thin fabric of her robe. This time, Lisa couldn’t suppress the shiver of pleasure that ran through her. Inwardly, she reveled in his touch, her body aching to be explored further.

“Yes, Suguru.”

She purred, mentally.

“Don’t be shy. I want you to touch me, to claim me as your own.”

Outwardly, Lisa maintained her composure, but her eyes gleamed with a sultry, inviting gaze. She reluctantly pulled away from the hug, only to move closer and press her body against Suguru’s, silently encouraging him to continue his advances.

Few moments later you all gathered around the dining table, Lisa intentionally sat next to Suguru, positioning herself across from you. While you prepared the dishes, Lisa leaned in close to Suguru and whispered, her voice low and sultry.

“Suguru, I want you to know that I’m y/n’s girlfriend. But tonight, I’m going to make an exception… just for you.”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she placed her hand on Suguru’s thigh, her touch feather-light yet charged with unspoken desire. Lisa was clearly enthralled by the prospect of having the attention of two men, her usual inhibitions cast aside in favor of indulging her carnal cravings.

“So don’t hold back, Suguru.”

She purred.

“I’m all yours for the taking.”

Suguru’s eyes gleamed with lust as he responded to Lisa’s invitation.

“Wonderful. I’m sure we’ll all have a delightful evening together.”

He placed his hand over Lisa’s, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Lisa smiled coyly, her heart racing with anticipation.

She glanced at you briefly, then turned her attention back to Suguru, her fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on his thigh under the table.

As you finished preparing the meal, the tension in the air was palpable. Lisa’s bold actions had set the stage for a night filled with forbidden temptations and carnal desires. The stage was set for an evening of unbridled passion and exploration of Lisa’s deepest, most salacious fantasies.

As you all finally started eating sitting around the dining table, Lisa’s outward demeanor remained calm and composed. However, under the cover of the table, her hand slowly crept up Suguru’s thigh, her fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on his thighs. Lisa’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she maintained a polite conversation, all the while secretly indulging her growing desire for Suguru.

Suguru’s breath hitched slightly at Lisa’s bold touch, but he played along seamlessly, engaging in the casual discussion. The air was thick with tension, as the two of them carried on their illicit activities right under your nose. Lisa’s caresses grew more daring, her fingertips inching ever closer to Suguru’s groin, fueled by the thrill of getting away with their secret tryst.

Though you remained oblivious to the lewd happenings under the table, Lisa’s mind was consumed by her lust-filled fantasies. She couldn’t wait to find a way to slip away with Suguru, to explore the forbidden pleasures that awaited them. For now, she would have to be content with these furtive touches, but her hunger for more was growing by the second.

A few moments later, Suguru asked for permission to invite his friends over, you readily agreed, much to Lisa’s surprise. She maintained a composed, innocent expression on the surface, but inwardly, she was filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Suguru texted his friends, Lisa’s heart raced with anticipation. She knew full well that his question was not directed at you, but rather a secret invitation for a forbidden tryst, a gangbang. Maintaining her innocent facade, Lisa squeezed Suguru’s thigh under the table, silently communicating her eager agreement.

“That sounds wonderful, Suguru!”

She purred, her voice low and sultry.

“I can’t wait to meet your friends.”

Her eyes gleamed with barely contained lust, betraying the wanton desires that simmered beneath her composed exterior. Lisa was thrilled at the prospect of indulging in such a salacious encounter, her body already tingling with anticipation.

As you remained oblivious to the scheming happening right under your nose, Lisa and Suguru exchanged furtive glances, their bodies practically humming with barely restrained excitement.

As you and Suguru continued your casual conversation over dinner, Lisa maintained a composed and innocent demeanor on the surface.

However, beneath the table, her true nature emerged. Her hand slid up Suguru’s thigh, her fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on his skin over his trousers. Lisa’s eyes gleamed with wanton desire, her body humming with barely restrained excitement.

“Mmm, Suguru,”

She purred inwardly.

“I can’t wait to have you and your friends ravish me. I’m going to be such a good little slut for you all.”

Her grip on his thigh tightened, her nails digging slightly as she imagined the depraved acts to come. Lisa’s mind was consumed with lewd thoughts, her inhibitions crumbling in the face of her insatiable lust. She was no longer the prim and proper idol – in this moment, she was a wanton, shameless harlot, eager to indulge her darkest desires.

As you remained oblivious to the illicit activities transpiring under the table, Lisa and Suguru exchanged heated glances, their bodies practically vibrating with anticipation.

Suguru’s hand slip up Lisa’s thigh, caressing her through the thin fabric of her robe, Lisa’s breath hitched slightly. Beneath the table, her own hand found it’s way to Suguru’s inner thigh, her fingers tracing patterns on his thighs.

“Mmmm, Suguru.”

Lisa purred inwardly, her eyes gleaming with wanton desire.

“Your touch is driving me wild. I want you to keep going, to explore every inch of me.”

Outwardly, Lisa maintained her composure, engaging in casual conversation as if nothing untoward was happening. But her body thrummed with barely restrained excitement, her core aching to be filled.

She subtly shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs together in a futile attempt to quell the growing heat between her legs.

As Suguru’s caresses grew bolder, Lisa’s own hand slid higher, her fingertips brushing against his groin. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her mind constantly consumed by the lewd possibilities that lay ahead.

As Lisa continued her secret caresses under the table, she turned to Suguru with a coy smile. Her voice was low and sultry as she asked,

“Suguru, would you and your friends care to join us for…dessert later?”

Her eyes gleamed with unspoken desire, making it clear that her invitation extended a simple after-dinner treat.

Suguru’ s gaze darkened with lust as he replied,

“Lisa, I thought you’d never ask. My friends and I would be more than happy to… indulge your dessert cravings.”

His hand squeezed her thigh suggestively, his meaning unmistakable. The two continued their furtive caresses, their bodies thrumming with anticipation for the depraved activities to come. All the while, you remained oblivious to the secret tryst unfolding right under your nose.

You and Suguru continued your casual conversation over the dinner table, Lisa maintained her composed, innocent demeanor. However, beneath the table, her nimble fingers at work. Discreetly, she had freed Suguru’s semi-erect cock from his trousers and placed her palm over it, eliciting a barely stifled hitch in his breath.

Leaning in towards Suguru a little,

“Shhhh, Suguru,”

Lisa purred seductively, her voice low and sultry.

“We wouldn’t want to draw any unwanted attention, now would we?”

Her eyes gleamed with wanton desire as she gently stroked his length, her touch feather-light yet utterly tantalizing.

Suguru struggled to maintain his composure, his body betraying the pleasure Lisa was coaxing from him. Under the guise of casual conversation, the two were engaged in a secret, forbidden tryst -a thrilling game of deception that only heightened their carnal cravings.

As your attention momentarily shifted to your phone, Lisa seized the opportunity to whisper another sultry instruction to Suguru.

“Be a good boy and keep quite for me, hmm? I have such delightful plans for you and your friends later.”

The air crackled with tension as the three of you continued your meal, unaware of the salacious activities unfolding beneath the table. Lisa’s lust-fueled machinations were in full swing, setting the stage for a night of unbridled passion and depraved indulgence.

Under the table, Lisa’s skilled fingers began to work Suguru’s semi-erect cock, eliciting a barely stifled moan in his breath. Suguru struggled to maintain his composure as he conversed with you, his words slightly stuttering.

“Oh, is everything alright, Suguru?”

Lisa asked with feigned concern, her voice dripping with sultry undertones that only he could detect.

“Perhaps I can help you…relax a bit later.”

Her eyes gleamed with wanton desire, making it clear that her offer of ‘Relaxation’ extended far beyond innocent intentions.

Suguru replied with a coy smile, his words carefully chosen to convey a hidden, lascivious meaning that only Lisa could understand.

“I appreciate your concern, Lily. I’m sure we can find a way to… unwind together later, if you’re willing.”

The tension in the air was getting more palpable as the three of you continued your meal, with Lisa’s skilled ministration driving Suguru to the brink of ecstasy beneath the table. You remained blissfully unaware of the salacious activities unfolding right under your nose, completely oblivious to the depraved plans Lisa and Suguru had in store.

As Lisa’s skilled fingers continued to work Suguru’s cock, she was surprised by the copious amount of pre-cum leaking from his tip. She couldn’t help but wonder inwardly,

“If he’s leaking this much pre-cum, just imagine how much he’ll burst all over me later.”

Teasingly, Lisa removed her hand from his throbbing member, her fingers now coated in Suguru’s slick, glistening pre-cum. Maintaining eye contact with him, she seductively brought her fingers to her lips, slowly licking and sucking every last drop.

Her tongue swirled and danced seductively, around her teeth and lips, savoring the salty, musky taste of her childhood friend’s essence.

Lisa’s sultry gaze burned with unbridled lust and desire as she relished Suguru’s pre cum. The knowledge that she was indulging in such a forbidden act, right under your unsuspecting nose, only heightened her arousal. She couldn’t wait to have Suguru and his friends ravish her in the most depraved ways imaginable. Her hunger for more was growing by the second.

As Lisa savored the taste of Suguru’s pre-cum, her own arousal spiked rapidly. She could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, the silky juices beginning to flow. Suguru, sensing her growing arousal and excitement, smoothly glided his hand up her inner thigh until his palm pressed against her damp, aching pussy.

Lisa let out a barely stifled gasp as Suguru’s touch sent jolts of pleasure through her body. Emboldened, Suguru dipped his fingers into her slick folds, gathering up her arousal. With his other hand he pick up the glass of juice and took a sip of it, then bringing his other hand’s finger to his lips, he mirrored Lisa’s earlier actions, slowly licking and sucking her tangy, feminine essence.

“Mmmm, this juice taste divine, Lisa.”

Suguru purred, his voice laced with unbridled lust. The two exchanged a heated gaze, their carnal desires plain to see – yet you remained blissfully unaware of the depraved acts unfolding beneath the table.

As the dinner continued, Lisa’s hand stealthily found its way back to Suguru’s lap under the table. Her fingers wrapped around his hardening cock, caressing it with slow, sensual strokes. She maintained a composed expression on the surface, engaging in casual conversation with you, while her skilled ministrations pleasured Suguru beneath the table.

Suguru’s breath hitched slightly as Lisa’s touch elicited waves of pleasure. Trying to keep his composure, he checked his phone and announced.

“Ah, it seems two of my friends won’t be able to make it after all. Only one will be joining us later.”

Upon hearing that only one of Suguru’s friends would be joining them, Lisa’s expression fell slightly, her hand pausing on Suguru’s hardening cock.

However, she quickly composed herself, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention from you.

As your attention momentarily diverted, Suguru seized the opportunity to lean in close to Lisa, whispering heatedly.

“Don’t be sad, my Lisa. Even if the others can’t make it, the one who’s coming is one hell of a guy. He’s going to fuck you so good, Lisa. He’s going to make you his little sex slave. And do you know what’s the most exciting thing? He used to be our childhood friend too.”

Suguru then guided Lisa’s hand, coaxing her to resume her slow, sensual strokes along his throbbing length.

“So don’t worry, Lisa. You’re going to get thoroughly used and ruined by him and his, big cock. You’re going to be a drooling, quivering mess when he’s done with you.”

Lisa’s eyes widened with a mix of trepidation and unbridled excitement at Suguru’s lewd promises.

The thought of being ravished by this mysterious yet known stranger filled her with a heady cocktail of fear and lust. As you remained oblivious to the depraved acts unfolding acts unfolding beneath the table, Lisa’s hand resumed its ministrations, her mind racing with the wanton possibilities that lay ahead.

As your attention briefly diverted, Lisa leaned in close to Suguru, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Mmm my my, Suguru, I had no idea you were hiding such an impressive cock from me. And all these deliciously lewd fantasies you’ve been keeping to yourself?”

She tsked playfully, her fingers tracing the outline of his hardness beneath the table.

Suguru’s eyes darkened with unbridled lust as he replied, his voice dripping with carnal desires.

“You have no idea, Lisa. I’ve been aching to ravish that perfect body of yours for so long. And now, with our friend joining us, we’re going to ruin you in the most delightful ways.”

He punctuated his words with a firm squeeze of her thigh, his intent unmistakable.

Lisa shivered with anticipation, her core throbbing with need. The thought of being used and abused by Suguru and his friend filled her with a heady mix of fear and wanton lust. Lisa’s hand resumed it’s slow, sensual strokes, her mind consumed by the depraved pleasure to come.

As the dinner to came to an end, Lisa gave Suguru’s cock a few final, hungry strokes before reluctantly withdrawing her hand. Suguru then turned to you with a coy smile.

“The dinner was simply amazing, wasn’t it? But you know, I’m still feeling a bit…unsatisfied.”

He cast a suggestive glance towards Lisa, his meaning clear.

Lisa returned Suguru’s look with a sultry gaze of her own.

“Well, My dear Suguru, I’m sure we can find a way to…satisfy your cravings.”

Her voice dripped with thinly veiled innuendo.

“What did you have in mind for dessert?”

The tension between the three of you was palpable, though you remained unknown of the lascivious subtext underlying their exchange. Lisa and Suguru were already mentally planning the depraved activities.

As Lisa sauntered towards the kitchen, her hips swaying alluringly in the thin, see-through robe, Suguru turned to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Say, y/n, did you notice how Lisa’s wearing that little robe? It’s practically see-through, don’t you think?”

Suguru asked, his voice laced with feigned annoyance.

You followed Suguru’s gaze, taking in the tantalizing sight of Lisa’s figure as she disappeared into the kitchen.

“Yeah, of course I know. She must be feeling a bit… adventurous today.”

You replied, unaware of the true meaning behind Suguru’s words.

Little did you know, Suguru’s question was laced with hidden intent. He was subtly probing to gauge your reaction, all the while anticipating the depraved activities that were about to unfold – activities that you would either stay remain blissfully oblivious to or stay aware.

As Lisa vanished from view, a wicked grin spread across Suguru’s face. He couldn’t wait to join her in the kitchen. The night was still young, and the promise of depravity hung thick in the air.

Suguru giving some false excuses to you hurried to the kitchen, he found Lisa bent over the counter, her pert ass poking out in a tantalizing invitation. As he approached, she turned around to face him, her expression coy and alluring.

“Well, hello there, Suguru darling.”

Lisa purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“I was hoping you’d join me back here.”

She slowly ran her hands down the curves of her body, her fingers tracing the sheer fabric of her robe.

Suguru’s gaze darkened with unbridled lust as he drank in the sight of her.

“Lisa, you’re an absolute vision. I’ve been aching to get my hands on you.”

He stepped closer, his fingers grazing the soft skin of her thighs.

Lisa let out a soft, sultry laugh.

“Then what are you waiting for, darling?”

She hooked a finger into the neckline of her robe, slowly peeling it open to reveal the naked body of hers.

“I’m all yours for the night.”

Suguru needed no further invitation as he responded to Lisa’s invitation with a tight, rough yank, pulling her body flush against his. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, whispering lewd words into her ear.

“I’ve been dreaming of this, Lisa. Of having you in my arms, feeling every inch of your delectable body.”

His hands roamed her curves possessively.

Lisa trembled with excitement, her nimble fingers freeing his hardened length. She caressed his cock with feather-light touches, eliciting a low groan from Suguru. Unable to resist any longer, he spun her around and crashed his lips against hers in a hungry, passionate kiss.

Their hands explored, caressing and groping as their desire built to a fever pitch. Breaking the kiss, Lisa gazed up at Suguru with lust-filled eyes.

“Mmmm, you feel so good, Suguru. I can’t wait for you to have your way with me.”

The air crackled with unbridled lust as the two lovers indulged in their carnal cravings.

As Lisa hungrily kissed Suguru, her desperate hands stroked his hardened length. After a few sensual caresses, she gently guided his cock between her slick thighs, breaking the kiss to gaze at him seductively.

“When will your friend be joining us, Suguru?”

She purred, her voice dripping with lust.

Suguru let out a low groan as he thrust his hips, sliding his cock back and forth between Lisa’s thighs. His hands gripped her ass, kneading the supple flesh as he moved.

“Soon, my dear.”

He chuckled, his voice thick with desire.

“But for now, it’s just you and me.”

He couldn’t help but marvel at the feeling of Lisa’s dripping pussy cradling his throbbing shaft, the warm juices lubricating his every moment.

Lisa trembled with unbridled arousal, her core aching to be filled.

“Then let’s not waste a moment.”

She purred, grinding her hips to heighten their shared pleasure.

Suguru suddenly swept Lisa up into his strong arms, his hands firmly gripping her supple ass as he carried her out of the kitchen. Their lips met in hungry, passionate kiss as he moved them closer to the wall separating the living room.

Gently, Suguru set Lisa back on her feet, never breaking their heated embrace. He gazed down at her with unbridled lust, his voice dripping with carnal desire.

“Lisa, you have no idea how much I want you. Every inch of your body drives me wild me with need.”

His hands roamed her curves possessively.

“I’m going to take you right here, right now, and have my way with you until you’re a quivering, spent mess.”

Lisa trembled with excitement, her core throbbing with anticipation.

“Then what are you waiting for, Suguru??”

She purred seductively.

“I’m all yours, for the night.”

The two lovers fell into each other’s arms once more, their hands exploring, caressing, as they surrendered to their primal urges.

Lisa giggled and moaned sensually as Suguru’s hands roamed her body with unbridled hunger. His tongue traced slick path across her skin, lavishing extra attention on her sensitive nipples and throbbing pussy.

Crashing their lips together once more, he poured all his carnal desires into the searing kiss.

Breaking away, Suguru gazed down at Lisa, his voice thick with lust.

“But what about your boyfriend, Lisa? Shouldn’t we be thinking of him?”

Lisa shamelessly brushed off his concerns.

“Forget about him, Suguru. All I want is you and your cock and all the dark fantasies that you have for me, I want you to own me in the most depraved manners.”

She ground her hips against his, her arousal evident.

“I need you to indulge in our darkest desires, right here, right now.”

Lisa and Suguru’s passionate embrace intensified, their hands roaming each other’s bodies with unbridled hunger. Suguru couldn’t get enough of Lisa’s perfectly shaped ass, his fingers kneading and caressing her supple flesh. Meanwhile, Lisa’s nimble hands explored Suguru’s hardened length, stroking and caressing him with sensual delight.

The two lovers lost themselves in their carnal desires, their mouths meeting in a series of heated, desperate kisses. Gasps and soft moans escaped their lips as they indulge in the pleasure of each other’s touch. Lisa arched into Suguru’s embrace, reveling in the feeling of his strong hands on her body.

The world beyond their intimate moment faded away, leaving only their insatiable need for one another. Their love and lust intertwined, driving them deeper into the throes of ecstasy.

After a noticeable amount of time, you called out for Lisa, who had been gone for a quite a while. Upon hearing your voice, Lisa broke the passionate kiss with Suguru.

“Oh, my robe! Where is it?”

She asked Suguru, flustered.

Suguru chuckled,

“You took it off yourself in the kitchen, remember?”

They both giggled slightly at the memory.

Lisa hurried back into the kitchen, emerging moments later with the robe back. Spending another minute behind the wall with Suguru, she teased him seductively.

“I know you don’t like seeing me in this robe. You want me completely nude, don’t you?”

She punctuated her words with a lingering kiss before sauntering back to you, hips swaying innocently.

“Sorry, I got a bit distracted. What were you saying, darling?”

Lisa asked you sweetly, her expression coy and composed, betraying no hint of the lust-filled activities she had just been engaged in with Suguru.

A few moments later, Suguru emerged from behind the wall, standing beside her. Unnoticed by you, he began discreetly caressing Lisa’s ass through the thin fabric of her robe. Lisa bit back a pleasured moan, her composure barely maintained as Suguru’s hands roamed her ass.

“So, Lisa, how has your evening been?”

Suguru asked casually, his tone betraying no hint of his lascivious actions. All the while, his fingers continued to knead and caress Lisa’s supple flesh, driving her wild with barely contained desire.

Lisa’s cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and the effort to appear unaffected. She leaned slightly into Suguru’s touch, reveling in the sensation even as she replied politely.

“It’s been wonderful, Suguru. I’m so glad you could join us tonight.”

The tension in the air was more palpable than ever, though you remained oblivious to the depraved activities unfolding before your eyes. Lisa and Suguru continued their illicit tryst, their bodies and mind consumed by the promise of carnal delights to come. They both later sat on the couch with you.

A few moments of flirting and teasing between all three of you later, the doorbell rang, both Lisa and Suguru immediately recognized it must be Suguru’s friend. Suguru rose from the couch, playfully slapping Lisa’s thighs.

“Time to get ready, my dear,”

He purred.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

Lisa let out a needy moan, her body trembling with anticipation.

“More than you know, Suguru. I’m soo soo ready for him.”

With that, Suguru went to answer the door.

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to be continued......

a/n - what you guys think? who is this mysterious yet known friend?? what you think how is he? how will he treat lisa?? what fantasies he would be having?? lol there are many things I wanna ask but, I'll wait for your responses. Let's see what you guys speculate about him.

[fruitswrl]

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" what your DR s/o loves about you + letter from your s/o "

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ what better way to celebrate valentine's day than to share your s/os feelings for you ?

i hope you find what you may be looking for, and if i was able to help in any way then i'm glad. and just like any other reading you find, take what resonates and leave what doesn’t

ꨄ take a deep breath and choose the treat you are most drawn to…

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ꨄ ok i get the feeling that your relationship with your s/o is a wild adventurous one, fast paced yet a long drawn out one. perhaps some of you have been with them before “ officially ” getting together. or maybe an on again, off again situation. i got the sense that, someone, particularly your s/o being confused regarding their feelings. maybe it took them longer than they would like to admit, just how deeply they feel for you. but oh my pile one, they feel so much for you ! 

ꨄ they may play it cool on the outside, but on the inside… they are totally gushing over you. maybe for the first time in a long time you’ve brought out their inner child and they are just entirely giddy being with you. you definitely have been in their head for a long time, no matter what they do they think about you. they have definitely caught themselves thinking things like “ oh you would love this dress. ” or “ i can't wait to tell you about this. ”

ꨄ they truly admire your willpower and ambition. you just don't give up. it’s a quality they wish they saw more in themselves, i mean overall you definitely inspire them to be the best version of themselves. i get the feeling that some of you may be shifting to a fame DR, specifically one in which you are an actor. i sense that you and your s/o work in the same/similar career. I think that's part of the reason they admire your ambition so much. 

ꨄ whether or not you are shifting to a fame DR, and this might only be for a select few, but i get the sense that you two at some point or another have had to keep your relationship hidden. secret glances, hushed voices, hidden rendezvous and all. maybe this was a source of conflict in your relationship, but i think your s/o actually really liked the thrill of it, whether they admitted it or not. 

ꨄ you two seem to be really competitive individuals, you both push each other to their best. even if your s/o shows irritation for this from you, they are really grateful deep down. i think they see you as their lucky charm, with you by their side what could go wrong ?

ꨄ you definitely keep them on their toes, they absolutely love what a free spirit you are. you're down for anything like spontaneous road trips across the country, or getting a ( deeply questionable ) tattoo late in the night. but that's not all, you are willing to do anything for the people you love and care for, heck you'd probably give some random stranger your car just because they needed to go to the store real quick. not because you are naive, but because that's how big your heart is. and i think that might be your s/o’s favorite thing about you.

love letter from your s/o

" hello dear, it feels so long since i've last heard your voice. when are you going to give me a call? i think we should go to that spot near the water next time and feed the ducks. i hope you are doing well lately, i've been meaning to check in on you, i'm sorry if i took too long. there's a lot going on lately–but i really miss you and i desperately want to take you out. maybe we could go see a movie as well? my mom’s been asking about you, i think she misses you too shes just too stubborn to admit it, i guess i got that from her, anyways, call me…

p.s. i finally found that shirt you used to always wear around the apartment, i swear it somehow still smells just like you. "

songs

ꨄ pleaser - wallows

" back in your room remain the words i wanna say to you

but couldn't leave my mouth "

" language of averted eyes

silence is what i do best "

" quite the people pleaser

if only i could please her "

ꨄ this is how we fall in love - chelsea cutler and jeremy zucker

" you are the reason i can survive "

" this is how you fall in love

let go and i'll hold you up "

ꨄ r u mine? - arctic monkeys

" she's a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space "

" i go crazy because here isn't where i want to be "

ꨄ bonus songs: cedar by gracie abrams and dog days are over by florence and the machine

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Pile Two 🤍~

/)/) ( . .) ( づ ♡

keywords/signs : heavy water sign energy, 222, twin flames, mirrored souls, ice cream, 111, country life, past traumas, rough childhoods, religion, night sky, prayers, gemini, past lives, parties, drowning, separation, “written in the stars”, guitar, kdramas, moon, stars, lengthy conversations, blue lights

ꨄ well pile two, i felt such heavy emotional energy drawing cards for you. mostly just for how much you and your s/o feel for one another, but there might be some here whose s/o ( and maybe yourself too ) had their hearts broken in the past resulting in trust issues. it seems your s/o loves how much you trust them, and how they can trust you too. you are a very dependable individual, you've helped them heal from past hurt and to be able to open their hearts again. they feel like they can actually cry in front of you, free of judgement. you've freed them of a lot of emotional burden. perhaps they've done the same for you. it seems they view you as a literal angel, maybe you came to them in a really dark time in their life and “ saved ” them, and now they would like to save you as well. they are eternally grateful to you.

ꨄ it seems they adore how absolutely intelligent you are, you stimulate them intellectually in a way others bore them. you two probably have very similar hobbies and tastes in things, it seems reading is might be really important to the both of you. i can see that you two might share opinions and beliefs that others don’t, maybe that is part of how you both first bonded. ex: you two having a ( heated ) debate on something no one else particularly cares about but you both end up surprising each other by sharing the same perspective on something. along with your intelligence they admire how honest and direct you are with not only them but everyone, maybe that is part of the reason they trust you so much. you've shown them that even at their worst you will be there fully, right by their side.

ꨄ it seems that despite your honesty with others, to your s/o you have this air of mystique, they can't quite figure you out. i get the sense you might be playing into that as well… but you are not quite what you seem are you ? they desperately want to learn more about you, you are all consuming for them, they cannot even escape you in their dreams ( not that they'd want you to ). they love how in tune you are with your emotions, you are the stability in their life they never really had. you can easily manage making emotionally mature decisions with both your heart and head. maybe they are sometimes quick to anger, quick to let the highs of their emotions take over their actions and words. they really admire how mature you are ( despite the fact that i get the vibe that a lot of you guys are younger than your s/o ). with your high eq ( and iq ) you are a highly intuitive individual, able to pick up if something is off with your s/o. it makes them feel truly seen and cared for, especially in moments where they might not be able to express what they are feeling in the best way.

ꨄ they feel as though you are the one for them, no one else even comes close. pile two, your s/o only has eyes for you. i get the sense that for a lot of you, music is really important, and perhaps your s/o writes you loves songs. sometimes your s/o really worries for your well being, like making sure you've eaten, brushing your hair for you, getting you something from the store even when you say you don't need anything. it seems there's a chunk of you that may struggle with your mental health, and your s/o wants to make sure you're taken care of and wants to try and make you feel safe, ( even when you need your space or push them away ) they want you to know that just as you have for them they will show up, and they will stay.

love letter from your s/o

" love, this is hard for me to say, so i hope you can be patient with me. it’s nothing bad i promise. for the longest time i've been on my own, i haven't had the option to live life with the consideration of others, and i hope you haven't paid the price for that. you mean so much to me, and i don't think i've told you just how much. you are the breath of fresh air i needed, i can't remember the last time i felt like i wasn't drowning. you’ve shown me a different way to live, a different way to love. i have much to be grateful for, for one, you saving my life. i don't think i've ever mentioned that to you, but it's the truth, my truth anyways. no matter where we are, how far apart, i will always find you.

thank you for everything, but most importantly, for being you. "

songs

ꨄ come back home - bts

" i've seen the end of my life

i feel suffocated inside my heart

what is blocking my life is my fear towards tomorrow "

" why are you wasting your time?

my blood and sweat are truthful

now, let's imprint my name on that trophy and

come back home "

ꨄ kaleidoscope - chappell roan

" i guess we could pretend

we didn't cross a line

but ever since that day

everything has changed

the way i write your name "

" whatever you decide

i will understand "

" and love is a kaleidoscope

how it works we'll never know

and even all the change

is somehow all the same "

" and if you ever find

someone who could write

a better song for you

well i'd love to see them try "

ꨄ step on up - ariana grande

" you can't forget me

gave you the time of your life "

" what you need, babe, is a work of art

what you need, babe

come get it, i got it "

ꨄ bonus songs: angels by adrianne lencker and clean by taylor swift

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Pile Three 🍫 ~

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keywords/signs : music dr/band dr, travelling on the road with your band, smoking, games, wild one, messy hair, all nighters, independence, leather, eyeliner, moles, dancing, life of the party, 777, jealousy, third party/love triangle (?), the seventies, money problems, extremely fast paced, rock music, lullabies , fashion, forbidden romance, red hair, spacing out, 333

ꨄ pile three, it seems you are quite the trouble maker aren't you ? and it seems your s/o loves it. they love how you embrace all aspects of your life even the ugly and dark parts, whatever life throws your way you take it and own it! you easily adapt to any situation, always saying the right thing, you could charm anyone. you don’t have to change for anything, you are the change ! it seems for a lot of you, you and your s/o may have rushed into getting together, your feelings overwhelming. you live in the moment and that means wasting no time, why wait to be together when you can right now ? you are such a rush for your s/o. you could probably talk them into doing anything. one thing you definitely are not is boring. spontaneous and wild. and a love for the times. others can’t decide if they want to be you or with you ( probably both ). and somehow you chose them, they can't really wrap their heads around it. i think in a lot of ways they don't feel good enough for you, that you may deserve better, but they definitely don't let these insecurities show ( they try not to anyways ).

ꨄ despite your overwhelming popularity and stardom, it seems you may be overly criticized by others. your s/o definitely loves you for your flaws and all. you just feel so authentic to them, you don't hide who you are for anyone or anything. others might think you are more focused on yourself and or work to have proper relationships with others, but that doesn't actually seem to be the case, not entirely anyways. you reassure you s/o and their insecurities, if they are maybe going a bit off the deep end rest assured that you are the one to pull them back to shore.

ꨄ they often find themselves daydreaming about you. maybe they want things from you they are scared to ask for. i think they are a lot more of a serious person than others think, and that scares them, how serious they are about you. but even when they think you might leave, you are still there. you give them hope for a better future. you wrecked their plans, and that may have been frightening at first for them, but now they can't imagine it any other way. no matter what happens they truly believe they were meant to find you.

ꨄ they are inspired by your positive outlook on life, you can find meaning in something others can’t, in something they can’t. you are a creative soul, something you are quite passionate about, and they are honestly a bit envious of that. they might be someone who is more methodical than wild and creative. you definitely made them think of love and relationships differently, maybe in the past they had a more cold, closed off, demeanor to it. they still have a long way to go it seems. despite their new perspective they might still become easily jealous of the others in your life. due to their own insecurities.

ꨄ this really might not be the case for everyone , but i get the sense that for the older shifters in this group your relationship may have started as hooking up / friends with benefits. i'm trying to keep this pg, but they definitely think of you, a lot. so do what you want with that…

love letter from your s/o

" think a lot has gone unsaid between us. some days i really don't mind, it’s who we are. but sometimes i think we could be more honest, but maybe that's just me. i know that i don't want to lose you, and that might mean showing you parts of myself i hate. but if that means you staying in my life, even for just a little bit longer than okay, you have me, all of me. i think even as much as it would hurt, even if you hated these other parts of myself, i would know that at least i was honest like you. i think you'd probably think this was cheesy and maybe a bit dramatic. god, i can see it now, you laughing, hopefully with me and not at me. it's fine either way though, i'll take what i can get. just don't make too much fun of me... "

songs

ꨄ strange love - halsey

“ and everybody wants to hear

how we chainsmoked until three

and how you laughed when you said my name ”

“ we wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night

but the ending is the same every damn time ”

“ that's the beauty of a secret

you know you're supposed to keep it ”

ꨄ filter - bts

“ i'll be anything

you can pick and choose me, yeah ”

“ for you, every day i'll be new

it's not fun to stay the same all the time ”

“ you'll be wanting only me

yeah, because you are the one who made me ”

ꨄ triptych - samia

“ keepin' you awake, keepin' you awake on purpose hey, did i make a mistake and do my mistakes worsen? ”

“ i'll be good to you, i'm worth it you, i'm worth it ”

ꨄ bonus songs: to be alone by hozier and closer by rm

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[absolutebl]

Hello darling,

I've been out of the BL game because I spent the last four months focused on school(and a brief but intense relationship that has now ended). But! The semester is over and I am single again and I need my BL. So please, tell me of the shows that have aired since January. I don't mind if they haven't ended yet. To refresh your memory: I like D/s(which I doubt you've forgotten), consent(though I am occasionally willing to watch dark shows that lack consent as long as that lack of consent isn't romanticized and characters talk about how fucked up the relationship is, i.e. Love Syndrome III), HEA, and I prefer it if the shows aren't set in high school or college, but if they're really good I'm open to that. Also Thailand is my country preference, but I'm totally open to other countries as well.

Hearts and love! 😘

Hi sweetheart! Welcome back!

2025 Mid Year BL Update for YOUUUU!

Likes: D/s, consent, HEA, non-school setting, Thai BL

Eternal Butler

Taiwan Gaga

The story of a boy brat and his bodyguard/butler/robot falling in love. The android is very queer and kinda kinky and mostly in charge. This dynamic feels a little healthier and less like indentured servitude than the previous installment, but it’s still somewhat troubling in base concept. Nevertheless, casting a pro bodybuilder as the Data Dom certainly help me to rise above my scruples. BL made me do it. I'm a terribly shallow human. Ultimately, I pronounce this show oddly charming - if you can overlook the implications of "just a robot who can't say no."

ThamePo

GMMTV YouTube

The boyband idol romance I've been waiting for from Korea, only Thailand did it instead. Quintessentially Thai and very GMMTV with good production values, great chemistry, and a solid support cast. It also was a hung romance mostly driven by external conflict and a found family reunion trope so I didn’t mind (too much) when that romance thread felt secondary. I loved it (except, of course, the singing).

There is no edge to this, though. It's pure soft sweet Thai BL. Very feel good.

The Heart Killers

GMMTV YouTube

Jojo directs this action romcom about assassin brothers (Khao & Joong) meets tattoo artist ex-booster (First) and very flirty mechanic (Dunk) conmen. I dithered over how to rate this. It felt like an 8 show wearing a 9’s britches. There were dropped threads, forgotten characters, and unfinished plot lines even with a particularly long run time. And, for me, it doesn’t have significant rewatch potential.

But it was fun (when one applies no expectations or logic) and I enjoyed the wildly unhinged relationships and, weirdly, music. I mean nobody claimed that we needed Taming of the Shrew only with gay Thai hitmen, but we really needed it. And no one asked for Petruchio to be the gayest brat ever to strut his perfect skin and croptop across our screen, and yet we loved him for it. Sure it didn’t make sense, was utterly absurd, but it was terribly earnest and sexy about it.

In the end this goes hand-in-hand with all these other absurd crime pieces we’ve been getting since KinnPorsche, and frankly I like this one the best from Thailand so far.

See Your Love

Taiwan Viki & Gaga

A darling little show. I genuinely couldn’t have enjoyed it more. About a deaf care worker and his spoiled broken little prince. Taiwanese BL at its softest and best. Highly recommended.

Secret Relationships

Korea iQIYI

An entirely unhinged story about a very troubled office worker and the three men who are passionately in love with him. Two of whom are very warped and nasty about it. This is an unadulterated melodrama, and extreme in always including domestic violence, kidnapping for love, and some light stabbing. As ya do. It’s a wild ride, but enjoyable if you can see it as a soap (a la early Chinese BL). The visuals are excellent, the acting is fun if chewy, and the chemistry is good all round. It does end happy abut it's like Korea sanitized roughness for us to get there. Odd. But different.

Secrets Happened on the Litchi Island

China YouTube

Basically this was an interesting, beautifully atmospheric but plotless BL about a boy who falls in love with his older brother‘s best friend in an idyllic countryside jungle setting. The boy is quite femme and open about his identity but his lover is… not. This dynamic ads an element of queer authenticity that's often missing from all BL, let alone something from China! I don’t know what it actually wanted to be, but it felt like a BL had a love child with one of those weird Chinese relaxation farm propaganda channels. The kisses are great, the chemistry is lovely, and the setting stunning. It’s odd but charming in a very weird, very queer, way. I have to say, I quite enjoyed it. I think it's worth watch for what it is, rather than as BL, but I'm not sure it falls into your particular wheel house.

School but still good

Our Youth AKA Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu

Japan Gaga

Adapted from a Korean Webtoon I can see why this went to Japan, it's way too harsh for KBL. Essentially a story about two lonely boys from opposite sides of the track who fall madly in love in high school, despite the fact that one is neglected and the other physically abused. This has a rough premise (all the trigger warnings) BUT is an oddly lovely little show. Darker than is my personal preference but sublimely stylish, turns out sometimes that combo works for me (see The 8th Sense). The word that springs to mind is “refined.” I enjoyed the restful distancing feel of the beuatiful filming style, Japan's signature utter thirst, and some ostentatiously poetic dialogue. So edgy pretty.

At the other end of the spectrum...

Your Sky

Thai iQIYI

As pulps go this is right up there with my favorite if all time, My Ride, but for different less complex reasons. This is a relatively simple yet endearingly old school story of a fake relationship between a sunshine sweetie and an older reserved rich kid who slowly fall in love. Its soft gentle low stakes leans on everything I love best about Thai BL. It’s a warm fuzzy robe of a show that will not hurt you with some of the greenest flags I have ever seen in the genre.

Currently airing?

Of the current crop, the only one I am really intrigued by is Knock Out but it JUST started. If you want to join the chatter that might be the water cooler offering you'll enjoy the most.

However... there's more dumpster fire discourse here about:

My Stubborn, our current very high heat pulp offering, but I don't know where it's going and consent has been very, erm, absent although there is a strong DS FWB thing happening around that lack.

and

Top Form. Which is our other, slightly less high heat than Stubborn, but the acting is extremely on point. It's on the stalker obsession end of the spectrum.

and, of course Pit Babe Season 2 which is doing what it says on the tin.

Otherwis,e my last "weekly" was a big round-up of the current airing, since it's 3 weeks in one.

Hope something works for ya!

And welcome back!

[sky-swimmer]

Sup, Sky! Hope you're doing well! I was re-reading your fic again and catch some details that I have to infodump!

Both Hazels (current and future ones) put hers hands in Devs mouth to shut him up. Lol, somethings never change!

Dev came from a divorce arc while Hazel has parents with a huge love story. Like one so cutesy and so strong that cupid himself couldn't earase.

How miscomumnication is a big deal in the conflict at chapter 4 and pretty sure the pivotal reason for the plot goes. Hazel said she and Dev were wrong, but in a sense of the presure. The whole thing of being haunted with their future... except Dev interpreted this as Hazel being against them together period. And Dev freaks out because deep down he wouldn't mind and now is fighting against his feelings, but this Hazel interprets as him being against them being a couple too. While having her own feelings for him. Both os those things cutting in their insecurities. To Hazel the fear of have her life controled and controled by the future pluss her low self estimee. And for Dev is the fact that he is a big mess who'd destroy Hazel future chance of Hapiness. In the end, both wouldn't MIND!

Also kinda wild to think that Dev almost kill Peri. Like...man this is traumatic for everyone. Peri, Cosmo and Wanda, Dev himself. And HAZEL. She almost lost her faries, her family, thanks to Dev. She is WAY better than me because my girl can forgive!

Bonus! Songs that is Dezvel vibes. In the context of your fic especifically.

Never Love An Anchor by The Crane Wives - Is Dev vibes plus his love for Hazel plus denail plus devotion. A mess of feelings for this mess of boy lol.

Carry You by Ruele - Hazel 👏🏼my👏🏼 BELOVED!👏🏼 This songs is her and her compassion plus her own need of help. She encourage Dev, but at the same time needs this help from herself too. And she will got it! She deserve it! And Dev knows it too.

Pov by Ariana Grande - Just listen it. I- just listen.

Golden Hour by JVKE - Hazel light motif my beloved! This song is for your fic, period. Is how Dev sees Hazel. And I still can't belive you really role with it because of me 🥲 (also yearning)

When I look at you by Miley Cyrus - This song ends me. And for Devzel ends me more. Is how both of them got help from the other.

Hazel feels her panic decrease with Dev and his help and supportive nature (because he has! In Operation Birthday, Dev refuses to let Hazel with Vicky and came back to rescue her! He sees her sacrificial tendences and say nuh-uh!) and Dev feels conforted with the kind and forgiving nature of Hazel, and her faith that he van be a better person.

It's nice to have a friend by Taylor Swift - Could be a theme song for them. Is about ✨progression✨. Devzel is for me a slow burn. Is a long ride. But none less amazing.

A good day for you!

AAAAAAAUGH I'M CRASHING OUT, IM CRASHING OUTTTTT!!

IM SCREAMING, IM CRYING, I'VE DIED.

v Under cut for reply but also deep dive into Dev(zel) angst in my fanfic + HCs! (🚨 possible spoilers- but not really as it's all subtext)

OKAY FIRST OF ALL—FIC, I am SO SORRY 😭

This literally took me months to reply to and I feel so bad!! You’ve been so kind and patient and supportive, but I was genuinely stun-locked by this ask. Like. Fully sat there blinking at my screen because THIS??? WAS EVERYTHING.

You saw everything. Said everything. And I wanted to respond with the perfect words and instead just… mentally combusted for months straight while rereading. So yeah. I’m so sorry for the delay, but also THANK YOU for sending something so thoughtful and brilliant and just... genuinely kind. I cannot express how much this meant to me and how much it STILL means 😭💖

Okay okay let’s unpack:

First of all: “Both Hazels put their hands in Dev’s mouth to shut him up.” KJHFJKSDH you’re so right and I fully didn’t realize I’d mirrored that detail until you pointed it out. Dev’s been annoying her into physical silence since age 10 and will probably continue to do so until they're 80. Some things are eternal.

AND YES—Dev coming from a messy divorce-and-corporate-negligence arc while Hazel has these ultra-wholesome, romantic, lifepartners kind of parents?? I love you pointing out the contrast. I love how I didn't even need to write it in the story and that it just came through from their behavior to you. I love that you pulled it out. Dev literally doesn’t know what functional love looks like. Hazel does. And that gap between their backgrounds sets so much of the tone for how they misinterpret each other’s reactions and fears.

Which brings me to your ✨flawless✨ read on Chapter 4 miscommunication…

YOU GET IT. You fully, deeply, painfully GET IT. That entire argument hinges on them both projecting their worst fears onto each other:

Hazel says “we were wrong” and means the pressure, the loss of control, the haunting sense of inevitability—but Dev hears “you and I are NOT supposed to happen,” which hits like a knife to the chest.

Dev then panics and acts like he doesn’t want the future, which Hazel reads as “he thinks the idea of us is weird and gross”—which hits her exactly where she’s vulnerable. Always feeling like the odd one out, even to her best friend, apparently :(

And both of them are like “this sucks!!” while also completely missing the part where NEITHER of them actually wants to be apart :(

Hazel’s fear of being controlled by fate + her low self-esteem? Dev’s fear of ruining someone good because he doesn’t think he deserves happiness? PERFECTION. You’re inside their heads, rent-free, full analysis mode, and I’m LOVING it.

And then. AND THEN. You said: “Dev almost killed Peri.” and yepp. That’s a canon sentence. That’s a trauma payload packed into four words.

Dev lives with that guilt, even if he buries it deep. Peri trusted him. Hazel trusted him. And now he has to live knowing he nearly destroyed the people he relied on most.

And with Hazel, you’re right :( she’s better than most of us. Because she forgives him. Slowly. Uneasily. But she does. And that’s a HUGE part of who Hazel is: the empathy, the capacity for second chances, even when the person doesn’t think they deserve it.

The songs? ...I AM NOT OKAY!!!

Fic. Your brain is so powerful. Too powerful.

The idea that someone would associate SONGS with my fic?! I've reached ascension. I think this is one of the highest honors a fic writer could literally ever receive fkjnbfkjbgn.

I have a playlist of inspo songs for this story, and ones I relate it with, but like... most of the artists I follow are sapphic artist... Making sapphic songs. Like, idk the gays just know how to write yearning songs about being delulu and poorly convincing yourself you're not in love with someone 🎶😭?? It used to be fine as most of my previous ships were WLW, but Devzel snuck in on me. Point is, I'm an insulated music noob and I hadn't listened to the majority of these songs before--- and now I've added them all to my playlist!!!

To actually ADDRESS the songs you picked...???? I AM ENTERING MY ANALYSIS ERA:

To not only you assign Devzel songs, but assign them specifically to their emotional arcs in my ridiculous fanfiction???? I don’t know how to thank you for this??? I might frame this entire ask.

I'm re-listening to all of them as I write this so I can give you my thoughts!!!!

"Never Love An Anchor" [sorry this is huge, but I have a lot of feelings about this song 😭] — Okay, so this one?? THIS ONE??? It's actually one of the few songs I DID know about prior to this ask... and I am literally STILL SHAKING!! Not only was it already in my AMS playlist, but IT'S ONE OF MY FAV SONGS OF ALL TIME??? FNFJKGBNFKGBNKFKBNGFNBK. I literally squealed when I saw this as the first suggestion on your list. Full on gasping, slapping a hand over my mouth like a soap opera star. The themes in this song are exactly the core ideas I’ve been itching to explore!! Like.. the WHOLE reason I started writing it in the first place!! The impact of Dev’s upbringing on how he sees himself, and how it twists the way he approaches every relationship he cares about. How he’s simultaneously desperate for love and convinced he’s inherently unworthy of it. How he sabotages these relationships to “protect” himself from being rejected. We love unhealthy coping mechanisms 👑. (I feel like this was shown in the end of Bday Takeback!)

And yet how Hazel is like... the perfect person to counter all that. But she can't because she doesn't know how deep it goes... And Dev is too traumatized to admit or acknowledge it to himself, let alone tell anyone else about it. So there's this weird limbo space.

In regards to the theme of the song, I feel like we're still at preamble stage in my story. I felt like I hadn't even approached this topic yet-- as of chapter 8, I'm still just planting the seeds. The fact you're already getting it??!! Ugh I'm done for. I'm simply cooked, Fic. You've killed me. I'm so happy. SO, SO HAPPY.

Some of my fav song parts:

"There is love that doesn't have a place to rest, But it would have buried you if it had settled on your shoulders."

and

"On some level, I think I always understood, That a ship could never really love an anchor."

The soft, destroyed way these lines are sung kills me. Like, a feeling of resolved hopelessness that transends the words themselves.

WHAT can I even say to the lyrics? All my analysis will spoil so much of where I want to take this and how I interperate things dkjnvdkjfvnd. If anyone made it this far in my rambling post, I'm sure they can come to a similar conclusion when attributing this song though!!

It does capture that tension perfectly, though. The love exists. It aches to be seen. But Dev, deep down, is too scared it will destroy everything good around him if he lets it rest anywhere.

It’s “I’ll stay away to protect you but please don’t move on without me” core. IM GOING TO THROW UP.

"Carry You" — HAZEL. HAZEL HAZEL HAZEL!! You saw her. That fierce compassion she shows Dev, but also the compassion she needs and doesn’t always know how to ask for!! Dev struggled a lot in this fic and she was there for him, but she is also struggling for her own reasons, her own uncertainty :( The way you wrote “she deserves it! and Dev knows it too”—I’m CRYING. You are her biggest champion and she deserves you. 😭😭😭😭 I hope Dev stepping up to help her in the more recent chapters made you proud of him 🥺

"pov" — AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OH MY GOD?!?!?? OH MY DHJBVFNDHNVJDSNVNDFJBNDFBGFGDGBJK!?!?!?!?!??!? WHAT THE HELL?!??! I am emotionally ruined. As I said, musically insulated- despite Ariana being super popular, I hadn't even heard of this song before. And listening to it for the first time with this context, I was like, foaming at the mouth. The LYRICS?!??!?!? "You know me better than I do, can't seem to keep nothing from you..." Like, not just that but pretty much every lyric skskkskskdjs the chorus?!?!? AUGHHHH??? AUGHHHHHHHH

It’s canonically Devzel-coded in my fic thanks to you. The “I wanna love me the way you love me” energy? Literally both of them in this fic. They see each other clearer than anyone, they care about each other and see their flaws and still adore each other. The idea of saying "Wow... I wish I saw myself the way you see me"??? Yes. (im unrecoverable)

"Golden Hour" — You did this. YOU DID THIS. You said “Hazel light motif” and I blacked out and and woke up with it fully hard-coded into the fic. AND I AM SO HAPPY FOR IT!! This, aside from the anchor song, is the only other song I knew about... and DFDKLFVFDMVKDFVL. A devastating blow--- because this IS literally the soundtrack of Dev watching Hazel. It’s soft. It’s cinematic. It’s yearning. Even if he's delusional as hell, you bet your dimmadollar time is slowing down for him when Hazel smiles at him with her "big, stupid sparkly eyes"... (And his heart explodes...) But that's like, totally normal for besties, right?? RIGHT?!?!? (I'm sorry, Dev 😩)

And your impact is forever, Fic!!!

"When I Look At You" — aHH!! My brain melted. That you suggested this BEFORE the chapters where they lean on each other most (needing help in the future confrontation & then the forest)!??!?! WHAT??? You literally catch every tiny subtext clue I leave and then predict almost perfectly what's upcoming and how the feelings will develop hvdjvbdf.

The song ended me too!! 😭 The idea that they both find stability in each other, even when everything else is chaos?? This is exactly what I wanted to portray. I am vibrating. Hazel calming down just by having Dev nearby. Dev being comforted by Hazel’s unshakable belief in him. When it comes down to it, if they see each other in trouble or hurting, all the fighting, teasing and defenses go out the window 🤧🤧

"It’s Nice To Have a Friend" — Another song I literally didn't even know existed?!?! From Taylor Swift, no less?!?! (how am I so clueless) Anyway! Such a perfect Devzel theme. The soft, simple, mundane lyrics about growing up alongside someone, that's exactly what Dev and Hazel are 🥺. The slow accumulation of tiny memories: "sidewalk chalk... winter gloves... video games... feels like home..."—that’s their foundation. And it's just too relevant for that most recent chapter ✋😭✋

They don’t need a grand event to explain why they fall for each other. They just need a shared pair of gloves in winter. Or... a mud fight in the woods. A held hand during a scary moment. A quiet laugh when everything else feels too big. 🥺🥺🥺

ANYWAY!!!

Fic, thank you for giving my brain this soundtrack to spiral to. You are INCREDIBLE and I feel so lucky to have you reading my fanfic.

Honestly?? Every time I post a chapter, I fully accept the weight of the cringe radiating off my existence. Like. I know I’m publicly obsessing over HCs and tiny lore bites and wildly overthinking cartoon characters, and it should make me want to hide under a rock. And sometimes it does. 😭

But when I get messages like yours—these thoughtful, insanely insightful comments—I actually... feel good about it?? WHAT??? I feel happy knowing you and a few others out there care enough about my ridiculous little indulgent ramblings to send something this kind and thoughtful.

Realistically, I probably should be (and definitely was) very embarrassed about posting this story. But the support I’ve gotten from those who stuck around, especially you with the comments and support you gave me, makes me feel like I don’t have to feel stupid for enjoying something so much. That other people like the same stuff, and that they can enjoy my contributions the same way I enjoy theirs 🥺

I say it every time, but seriously, I mean it every time, I’m still blown away whenever you interact with my work so thoughtfully. I have no idea how to properly repay you for all the encouragement you’ve given me, but if there’s ever anything I can do??? LET ME KNOW. I’m so, so grateful to you!!

Thank you thank you thank you. 😭💘💘💘

(And YES—wishing you an amazing day/week/month/year/eternity in return!!)

[fictoweirdoesten]

It's white, nothing but white all around you.

It's cold, so very very cold.

You glance up, noticing a familiar figure standing just a few feet away from you.

a/n: I was listening to Drowning Lessons by MCR and I randomly thought about this. Gerard Way saved me from writers block. Anyways this story sucks and I definitely didn't proofread this but I needed to vent and writing does that for me so here you go.

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cw: self-indulgent as per usual. gn! reader. reader is emotional. caleb is possessive and calls you pipsqueak as per usual. implied suicidal ideation. break in happens later. a mix of angst and fluff ig. it's a wild ride so buckle up.

"Caleb-"

"Why do you look so down right now," he asks, his voice having a playful edge to it. He moves a step closer to you, leaning down with his hands on his hips to get a closer look at your face. You notice his playful smirk, but his eyes don't match. There's a storm brewing in his eyes, pinks and violets clashing together. He seems to be searching for something, but he's struggling to find it as his gaze meets yours.

"Where are we?"

"Don't worry about it pipsqueak."

"Am I dreaming?"

He scoffs, rather amused by your persistence. He walks closer to you, bending down on one knee once he's gotten as close as he wants to be. As close enough to reach out and caress your cheek with his gloved hand, his thumb moving to your bottom lip.

"You can feel my touch, right? You're not dreaming."

You nod, too tired to ask him any further questions, but you still don't fully believe him. He notices this, his thumb moving to the bags under your eyes next, rubbing at the area gently.

"Now tell me, what's got you so down, huh?"

You glance down towards your feet, hesitant to tell him what's been bothering you. You never told anyone your problems. It felt awkward, weird, and you were scared that someone would judge you if you opened up to them. You kept quiet as you shook your head.

"No? It's not good to keep things bottled in, yknow."

Caleb moves his hands to your shoulders, gripping them gently, trying to reassure you with his touch, but you persisted in staying quiet. He lets out a sigh, and his grip tightens suddenly, causing you to jolt. You can feel his impatience just by his touch alone. If you were to look up at him, you'd see the playfulness gone completely from his face and instead replaced with a look of possessiveness.

"Tell me," he asks again, his voice becoming lower, a warning. You nod, letting out a quiet "sorry" as you sit down on the non-existent floor. He sits down beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to him.

"Caleb," you begin, your voice a bit quiet due to your anxiety. He leans closer to hear you better, and his warmth calms you down a bit. "Am I really...that unloveable?"

Caleb eyes widen at your words, blinking rapidly for a moment as he tries to process what you said, to come up with an answer.

"No, of course you're not. Did someone say that you were?"

"No, but everyone treats me like I am," you respond, trying to control the tears forming in your eyes as your voice starts to croak. "But maybe I deserve it."

It's quiet. You start to feel yourself grow more anxious. You tremble, hoping that he'll say something to fill the suffocating silence, anything.

"I love you," he finally responds, his voice now softer than before. You look up at him, noticing his smile first, then his eyes. His eyes, they're no longer conflicted, but rather, full of affection, a sight you never seen before till now.

"But you're not real."

"I am real."

"Cale-"

"I am real."

His voice is full of possessiveness, a low growl that causes you to shiver. He moves his hand to yours, his grip tightening quickly as he clasps your hands together. It hurts, but it brings you at ease at the same time.

He leans closer, his lips inches away from your ear as he whispers,

"I'm sorry I was never there for you all your life until now. I promise that you'll never be alone again."

"I wish...you could be there for me, physically, too."

He hums, a smirk growing on his face as he moves away from your ear, leaning back and glancing up.

"You should get some sleep pipsqueak. I'll see you in the morning."

You were about to question him, but you quickly felt yourself getting lightheaded. Your eyes began to close on their own, and the white surroundings felt like they were closing in on you.

"No one will hurt you. Never again."

---

You shot up from your sleep, drenched in sweat.

"So it was a dream." You quickly reach out for your phone. You had to see Caleb's face smiling at you, hear his preppy voice, listen to him comfort you and tell you that he'll always be there for you, that he loves his pipsqueak.

"It was all just a dream," you mutter, choking on your words as you begin to sob, your fingers trembling as you start up the game. "He's not real, he's not-"

But once the game is finished loading, you freeze. Caleb...isn't there. You go to the other love interests, checking to see if they're gone as well.

They're all there.

Everyone but Caleb shows up, and you quickly start to panic. Was it a glitch? Why would it glitch now when you needed him the most?

A mix of emotions stir within you, and you quickly feel yourself grow exhausted as you shut your phone off and toss it somewhere. You lay back down, staring up at the ceiling as numbness slowly takes over you.

As your tears begin to dry up, you suddenly hear the sound of someone opening your front door. You grow stiff, unable to move as the front door then closes, followed by the sound of someone locking it. You should be hiding or getting ready to fight, but you've become so exhausted that you can barely even move, or rather, too tired to care anymore. The footsteps slowly approach your room, and all that goes through your mind right now is if this person has a gun, if they have a good aim, and if they'll hesitate before they shoot.

Your door opens slowly, and you hold your breath as your eyes meet the person that walks in.

You try to speak, to open your mouth, but it's as if you're paralyzed as he approaches you. His violet eyes meet yours as he bends down to meet you, the corners of his lips twisting into a smile, his hand slowly meeting your cheek before caressing it gently.

"Pipsqueak, I'm home."

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a/n: idk why I got so anxious while writing this wth is wrong with me.

[bethanydelleman]

i wanted to let you know i really appreciate your analyses of austen, there have been many times when an insight of yours helped me gain a new appreciation of the books. if it's OK there's one point on which i wanted to disagree with you though (if your blog isn't the space for that then pls delete this ask!) - i don't think the narrator of persuasion completely and explicitly sides with lady russell over wentworth 8 years ago (or vice versa). yes, anne tells him she was right to accept her advice, but that's not so much a defense of lady russell as it is an acknowledgement of anne's arc in no longer doubting herself and regretting her past actions, is it? after all, the book says "There was nothing less for Lady Russell to do, than to admit that she had been pretty completely wrong" with respect to wentworth (and mr elliot).

moreover, i'm surprised that not as many people on tumblr (or maybe i'm just not in the right circles) acknowledge the fact that lady russell somewhat projects the image of anne's mother onto her (because i used to see this all the time on JA forums and ancient ao3 comments sections lol); she says to anne: "You are your mother’s self in countenance and disposition; and if I might be allowed to fancy you such as she was, in situation and name, and home, presiding and blessing in the same spot, and only superior to her in being more highly valued!" i think this is a very touching and understandable sentiment (and would it be wrong for me to insert a more modern reading, that lady russell might've had feelings beyond friendship for lady elliot? 😏) but ultimately erroneous because anne is not her mother, and i believe this is where some of lady russell's more irrational objections to wentworth come from: perhaps that he is too manly and wild for the delicate flower that is anne (in her view), but in actuality anne totally wants to hitch a ride on that ship lmfao. this, too, is a very common and realistic conflict between a daughter and her mother-figure i think, and it does a disservice to the text to pretend that lady russell's objections were completely prudent - anne was persuaded for prudent reasons, being the self-possessed young woman she was, but lady russell had other, more shallow reasons in mind, as well!

austen spends a paragraph giving her well-deserved praise, "but she had prejudices on the side of ancestry" and "a value for rank and consequence, which blinded her a little to the faults of those who possessed them." this snobbery is also very understandable for a woman of her time and station imo, but we see the dangerous consequences of it later in the novel - she criticizes benwick for getting engaged to louisa before his mourning period for fanny is up, but at the same time impatiently says mr elliot should hurry up and propose to anne so she can become lady elliot already even though it's only been 7 months since his wife died.

maybe i also think people take wentworth's apologetic self-criticism at the end of the novel too seriously; he says his pride had prevented him from proposing again to anne 6 years ago after he made some of his fortune, but isn't this yet another example of the "hindsight is 20/20" phenomenon that permeates this book? think of how unreasonable and disrespectful it would've been for him to propose again to a woman who had firmly rejected him, with no renewed communication from her showing that she's interested. would he not be another mr. collins? he knows now that anne was not indifferent, that she truly believed her own prudent reasons for rejecting him and wasn't merely turning him down on the whims of lady russell, but he had no reason to suppose it then. i see people compare him negatively to mr darcy, who proposed again within a year of his first rejection whereas wentworth waited 8 - but mr darcy was given a very strong reason to hope that elizabeth now liked him thanks to lady catherine telling him that miss bennet refused to not potentially marry him. this would've been unthinkable for the elizabeth from some months ago, who had rejected his proposal so soundly! wentworth had no such evidence of anne being ready and willing to accept him now. i think his apology at the end of the novel is to show that he, at his core, is not really a grudge-bearing man and that he is more than willing to humble himself for the happiness of his loved one, just as anne is, further confirming that their temperaments are well-suited to each other - nothing more and nothing less. they're the words of a man now engaged to the love of his life, who wishes they'd had even more time together.

thanks in advance if you humored me and answered this long ask, and feel free to delete it if you'd rather not! 😁

I accept all critiques, whether I agree with them or not is another matter.

I disagree that Anne firmly rejected Wentworth and that her situation would be at all comparable to Elizabeth/Darcy or Elizabeth/Collins. She agreed to the engagement first, then was persuaded to break it off, which he knew, at which point she probably also told him that it was for his own good:

Had she not imagined herself consulting his good, even more than her own, she could hardly have given him up. The belief of being prudent, and self-denying, principally for his advantage, was her chief consolation, under the misery of a parting, a final parting; and every consolation was required, for she had to encounter all the additional pain of opinions, on his side, totally unconvinced and unbending, and of his feeling himself ill used by so forced a relinquishment. He had left the country in consequence.

So it wouldn't have been unreasonable for him to propose again, he knew she loved him. He resented her for giving him up and thought it showed she was weak:

He had not forgiven Anne Elliot. She had used him ill, deserted and disappointed him; and worse, she had shewn a feebleness of character in doing so, which his own decided, confident temper could not endure. She had given him up to oblige others. It had been the effect of over-persuasion. It had been weakness and timidity.

That is most definitely a grudge. Now eight years in the future, he doesn't know her feelings, but in Year 6 he had a pretty good idea. Also, I don't think Anne could write to him, he would have to have written to her (by the rules).

Now to Lady Russell, the full quote:

The only one among them, whose opposition of feeling could excite any serious anxiety was Lady Russell. Anne knew that Lady Russell must be suffering some pain in understanding and relinquishing Mr Elliot, and be making some struggles to become truly acquainted with, and do justice to Captain Wentworth. This however was what Lady Russell had now to do. She must learn to feel that she had been mistaken with regard to both; that she had been unfairly influenced by appearances in each; that because Captain Wentworth’s manners had not suited her own ideas, she had been too quick in suspecting them to indicate a character of dangerous impetuosity; and that because Mr Elliot’s manners had precisely pleased her in their propriety and correctness, their general politeness and suavity, she had been too quick in receiving them as the certain result of the most correct opinions and well-regulated mind. There was nothing less for Lady Russell to do, than to admit that she had been pretty completely wrong, and to take up a new set of opinions and of hopes.

Lady Russell was deceived in Mr. Elliot (and she should have known! they heard bad things about him before), but with Captain Wentworth, I think it's that hindsight is 20/20 thing. He turned out well. He could have been a Willoughby, she didn't know. It's hard not to see this decision in the light of Austen's other novels and agree that they just didn't know enough about Wentworth at the time. Also, Mr. Elliot was a bit blinding in that what he offered was exactly what Lady Russell thought that Anne rightly deserved.

Lady Russell's reasoning was prejudiced in favour of rank, she's kind of like Emma Woodhouse. Elizabeth Bennet also does a cognitive dissonance thing with someone she likes like Benwick/Mr. Elliot (forgives Wickham for clearly being mercenary about Miss King). But even with her prejudices, she was acting in what she thought was Anne's best interest. So I personally think she's not a bad person or wrong for what she did. I don't think we have a full book about how uncertain the lives of sailors can be for us not to sympathize with Lady Russell a bit. Even those last lines:

His profession was all that could ever make her friends wish that tenderness less, the dread of a future war all that could dim her sunshine. She gloried in being a sailor’s wife, but she must pay the tax of quick alarm for belonging to that profession which is, if possible, more distinguished in its domestic virtues than in its national importance.

As for Lady Russell conflating Anne with her mother, that is a valid take, but I think it expands on why Lady Russell tried so hard to keep Anne from entering into an imprudent marriage. Look what happened to Lady Elliot! She was not happily married and Lady Russell would have watched that happen. It's also perfectly natural to want Anne to be finally in a place of honour at Kellynch, given how much Lady R. has seen Anne neglected in that very house.

Anyway, I come off as pretty pro-Lady Russell because she gets a ton of shade online and I usually post against what I usually read.

Thanks for the discussion! Feel free to reply or send me an ask again. I will always give the compliment of rational opposition if it is extended to me.

[forfucksakesniall]

“Hearts on Hold” - a draft

a sequel to Car's Outside after part 4

𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*.·:·.✧ ✦✧.·:·.*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Driver!Reader

Word Count: 1,692

A/N: This might be the only part for now. Not sure if I would continue it but I will be doing drabbles about it

The day you left was tough. It was a step towards your personal growth and independence. Yet, deep down, you wanted to be by his side throughout the entire winter break. Your mind was filled with conflicting thoughts.

Why did we leave? 

Because we need to rely on ourselves and not depend on others too much. 

So, does that mean our emotions stem from past issues?

No, not necessarily... maybe. I'm not really sure but that is why we're doing this.

You constantly debate whether you made the right decision or not. However, all doubts disappear when he sends you a text message. Each day, his words bring comfort and kindness. You don't respond much because thoughts of him make your mind race.

You don't intentionally ignore him, but there's a certain pleasure in having alone time, where you can fully immerse yourself in the moment. You've grown typical of being alone, and it feels like home. Some may see it as a lonely existence, but they can't grasp the experience of being solely on yourself.

You found yourself in the Czech Republic, a land rich in history and culture. It's a place that fosters personal growth and development. With its stunning architecture, like the iconic Prague Castle, and its vibrant arts scene. You felt like a princess, wandering through the city in search of love or simply a new adventure. 

As you sat at a charming café, savoring your evening coffee and engrossed in a book, it provided a familiar and comforting feeling.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed, breaking the tranquil atmosphere. You glanced down to see one of many of Lewis' daily text messages.

A day ago, 5:06 PM:

Lew

Good morning! You better manage to squeeze in some workouts today, haha. They already miss you - my niece and nephew. I miss you too, but you already knew that...

Yesterday, 5:44 PM:

Lew

Hey, just checking in to see if you're doing alright. Text me when you can. I miss you. I'll see you soon.

Today, 5:04 PM:

Lew

Still missing you, and Roscoe was looking for you.

Today, 5:10 PM:

Lew

Coachella was absolutely wild! Wish you were here. They kept asking if you were coming. I told them you were off doing something way more exciting. Maybe you'll join me next year, haha.

He persisted in texting you, as he could see that you had received and read his messages. Gosh, he deserves someone better, you thought, prompting you to finally respond.

You

Hey Lewis, sorry for not replying earlier. I'm actually doing really well. Sometimes, I do get a little lost, but that's what makes the adventure exciting, right? I won't tell my current location, haha. I hope I don't run into you here, following me around. I'll see you when I return to Monaco.

You reread the messages you sent, caught up in overthinking the entire situation. Just as you finish, he responds.

Lew

I'll see you back at home.

That familiar, tingling, warm feeling rushes back. You suddenly blush, feeling slightly embarrassed by your public display of emotions.

"Ughhh," you mutter to yourself.

Feeling compelled, you text him once again.

You

I miss you too

You quickly type and send it before locking your phone and slamming it onto the table. Frustrated with yourself, you feel like a silly schoolgirl texting her crush.

Lost in your embarrassment, you're suddenly interrupted as someone taps your shoulder. Your heart starts pounding, echoing in your ears.

You slowly turn around and find yourself face-to-face with none other than Mick Schumacher.

"Mick! W-what brings you here?" you stammer, taken aback by his sudden appearance. You were seated outside a café, with only a wooden fence separating you from the bustling street. Somehow, he still noticed you sitting there while riding his bike.

"Oh, umm... I was giving my friends a tour around Europe, and then I saw you sitting here... I should ask what you're up to," he explains a hint of curiosity in his voice.

You giggle, finding him endearingly cute. You and Mick are friends, or at least colleagues working for the same team. You often have chats and occasionally hang out after training, but you wouldn't say you're incredibly close.

"Yeah, well, it's a long story. In short, I'm on a little adventure for myself, taking a break from everything and just trying to relax. It's really nice to see a familiar face," you reply, feeling a sense of comfort.

"I know, right? Who would have thought?" he responds, sharing your amusement.

"Right?" you giggle in response.

"I should get going. It's great to see you again. I'll catch you at the factory then?" he suggests.

"Yeah, definitely!" you affirm with a smile.

He waves goodbye and starts pedaling away, leaving you with a mix of excitement and warmth in your heart.

✧*̥˚ Timeskip *̥˚✧

Weeks had passed, and it felt like an eternity. Finally, you arrived in Monaco, your home. You had managed to keep a low profile at the airport, although a few people still recognized you. The gossip pages had already spread the word about your return. You had considered texting Lewis, but it seemed unnecessary now that the Instagram gossip pages had made the announcement.

Now, you were in your cozy apartment, a place you called home. It felt warm and comforting, and it was all yours.

During your soul-searching journey, you had disabled all the apps that connected you to the outside world - Instagram, Twitter, emails, and more. Now, you decided to open them again, and your phone buzzed incessantly with notifications. Choosing to mute it, you placed it under your pillow.

"Some people sure missed me," you tell to yourself, looking around the house to find your laptop. It was exactly where you had left it, in the living room.

You opened your emails on the laptop instead and saw several team-related messages about an upcoming meeting. You stared at them for a while, realizing it was time to return to work and face reality.

A tinge of sadness and nervousness crept over you, but you pushed any negative thoughts aside. You didn't want to dwell on the idea that they might not want you or anything pessimistic. It was time to move forward.

A knock interrupts your thoughts, causing a small jolt of surprise.

"Why do people keep scaring me?" you mutter to yourself.

The knocking persists, growing slightly louder.

"I'm coming!" you call out.

Excitement builds within you as you jog to the door, eagerly unlocking and swinging it open without hesitation.

"Hey,"

"Hey..." you respond, your tone revealing a lack of enthusiasm.

"Well, that sounds like you weren't happy to see me," the coach remarks.

"Because I wasn't," you reply, adding a touch of sarcasm to your voice.

He was your performance coach, and truthfully, you were never thrilled to see him. His presence meant returning to rigorous training. You had been working together for a year now, and while there was still a connection, you had been avoiding it since last year due to past issues. 

However, you had undergone a transformation and were now a different person.

"Are you ready to get back out there?" the coach asks.

You gaze at him, newfound determination shining in your eyes.

"Hell yeah," you declare, a wide grin spreading across your face.

Throughout the day, you engaged in scheduling and planning, a common practice among Formula 1 drivers and their performance coaches. You both discussed training sessions, physical workouts, and practice sessions to optimize performance on and off the track. 

Despite feeling exhausted from the earlier flight, the overwhelming flood of missed notifications, and the planning for upcoming races, your determination remained steady.

As the evening grew late, the coach suggested that both of you grab a meal together. You ventured out and decided to go to "La Marée," a renowned eatery in Monaco. 

Stepping out of the car, a swarm of people immediately surrounded you. Cameras flashed, videos recorded, and requests for autographs came from all directions. It was the familiar scene you had missed—the support and admiration from the fans, which warmed your heart. With a wave of gratitude, you bid them farewell and entered the restaurant.

And there he was once more, Mick Schumacher, but this time accompanied by Toto and Susie Wolff. You greeted them warmly and approached closer.

"You've got to stop following me, man. It's becoming quite obvious," you playfully remarked to Mick.

"I could say the same to you!" Mick replied with a grin.

"Well, well, it seems like you two have been keeping tabs on each other," Toto chimed in, joining the conversation.

"Yeah, it certainly seems that way," you said, winking at Mick as he reciprocated. "So, are you guys heading out or...?" you inquired, curious about their plans.

"Yeah, we were just discussing... contracts," Mick added.

Contracts? Already? Why haven't they mentioned anything to me... you wondered, feeling a bit surprised.

Toto's hand gently squeezed your shoulder. "If you checked your emails once in a while, you would have known about yours already," he reassured you.

A sigh of relief escaped you. Thank goodness for that, you thought, realizing you had left your phone under your pillow and hadn't retrieved it before leaving with your coach.

"I had such a great vacation that it completely slipped my mind," you laughed awkwardly.

"We'll be expecting to see you at the factory, alright? We need everyone there," Toto emphasized the importance of your presence.

Then it hit you—Lewis. Where was he? You still haven't texted him.

After conversing for a while, you and your coach went to eat.

You enjoyed a pleasant dinner together before finally parting after arriving at your apartment.

Waving him goodbye, you made your way upstairs to your apartment. As you opened the door, you noticed that the living room was illuminated. Have you forgotten to turn off the lights? Perhaps your coach had left them on.

As you approached to switch off the lights, you froze. There, laying on your couch, was someone unexpected.

It was Lewis.

Lewis Hamilton had fallen asleep, patiently waiting for your return home.

[valentine-cafe]

I was looking throught your older works, and found the one where the reader decides to try out a medical chair in Rishen 209's lab, out of curiousity. Just to get caught and possibly "be in for a wild ride".

And well... my medical horror loving ass loved it.

Would it be problem if I asked for some countination for that? 👉👈

I can totaly imagine Rishen just taking his time getting his equipment out, and the reader ready and further secured, maybe getting chatty about how unusual is this/how the reader is way too nosy, ect.

And the reader just sitting there looking at eveything happening, getting slightly positioned, tied up, getting those stupid electrodes and stuff all over them, with creeping anxiety, slowly starting freak out more, and more trying to talk their way out of that whole situation...

May or may not a tiny bit conflicted because if it wasn't for them being in trouble, it would be kinda hot...

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : red velvet !! . . . hybrid ⊹ gn reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡​​​​​​​𝑢​​​​​​​𝑟​​​​​​​𝑖𝑛​​​​​​​𝑔﹕verse 209 ꮽ  rishen herrera

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a spider-moth-mantis hybrid mad scientist, harming and cunning ceo

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... you fall asleep in his lab and wake up as an experiment ⊹ cw ٬٬ experimentation.

Like the finest of ambrosia your nervous hums and shifts swirled straight down the mad scientist's gullet.

His own anticipation continued to grow each time he picked a new tool to use on you. Gathering them on the medical table he had cleaned for the occassion.

"You are an odd one, cariño." She chuckles and tilts her head backwards to look back at you. Red eyes glowing with an unhinged insanity you didn't even think was humanely possible to display. "So willing, I mean."

You draw a deep bated breath and clear your throat, looking over to see the table of your oncoming possible doom. Or long torture session. It stirs in your stomach in a very odd way. You know he will hurt you.

Yet. It is hard not to wonder if it was a pretend game and you weren't in so much trouble. Would he make small wounds? Draw the knives and scalpels across your skin? Tug at certain devices attatched to you to bring you closer?

Oh you really shouldn't be thinking this.

Anxiety pummels straight into your gut and you answer him quietly: "Well, if I am in trouble. It would be best of me to simply comply, yes?"

His hum is hoarse, and red stained lips pucker to the right side for a moment before he clicks his tongue and shakes his head. That knee weakening laughter echoing throughout the room like you just told him the funniest joke.

Though as laughter dissipates, and the room grows quiet with only his hums to hear. You suppose he grew tired of no more of your chatter and began again. "It is quite fascinating. I must admit, I miss the screams and begs."

"It is certainly not because I want to be, uh. . . cut open either. Mrs. Herrera." You whisper. Beads of sweat rolling down your temple at the little to no movement you are able to do.

"That's it," she says. Her tone full of what you could only pin-point to be ecstacy. It flustered you a little. It sounded very passionate for someone whos about to dig into your body and possibly rearrange and touch your guts. Literally.

"What. . . Is that?" You ask inquisitively when you watch him pull out a pair of scissor-like surgical tools. She looks back at you with a wolfish grin and with pride shows you the tool.

"This, my dear. Is an *Allis*. My dear husband Jìngyí got me this from his own collection." A small exhale passes your ear before she continues "It's gonna be used for grabbing your tissues." She chuckles and puts it on the table.

"You know the more you talk about how I'm gonna be opened up the more I wanna get out of here hahah. . ." The awkward laugh was enough to silence the entirety of the valence staff. Not many have courage to speak up against your bosses like you.

"Well what you rather do dear?" She scoffs and brings the table towards the chair you've been chained to. "What else?"

"Uhhm. . . I could take you and your husband out for a coffee date and we could talk it out?" You grin, only to immediately falter at the look of sarcastic attention paid to the pityful sentence you just spoke.

Suddenly, blood starts to pump through your heart a bit faster than usual, as a scalpel begins to cut down your middle and to your abdomen. Only a slight incision for her to draw it down again and watch the fascinating way the layers of your skin splits.

"Ow— Ow ow ow," your breath hitches and you try to shift away but there's no way you're escaping her. Oh what delightful sounds you make, all reserved for her ears too? It's almost too good to be true.

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[thequietkid-moonie]

Honestly, lately I like Reverse 1999 story better then HSR. I still like HSR, but I'm so tired of the sus characters turning up to be misunderstood. The previous quest (that I watch playtrough, since I don't have time to play), is kind of mid to me. Yet, with Reverse 1999 I felt like I was riding on the wild roller coaster.

Not only that but Reverse 1999 characters designs are way more creative, and doesn't feel copy and paste. And unlike *cough* Genshin *cough* Bluepoch does respects characters culture by giving them the skin colour that represents their nationality.

Of course this my personal opinion. Which storytelling do you prefer?

Uhuhuhu my lord! You have awaken and internally debate inside of me! I been thinking about this almost all day! And this post is goint to be loooong so be ready

Okay so, I can't choose between Reverse 1999 and Honkai Star Rail, I love both way too much and I feel like both does go in diferent ways

I think that one of the biggest diferences between the storytelling is that hoyoverse in general is incredibly good at creating interesting and captivating stories but doesn't really have idea of how to tell them, wich lead then to sin of pretentious and profound while in Reverse 1999 takes time to tell you the story, it introduces you and immerses you in its world in a pretty natural way and treats you like Vertin herself, letting you know the important things as the story goes on (with some exceptions just to make the suspense grow)

I feel like the story of r1999 is much more mature and goes for a more solid rute, like it really focus on the world and conflicts have created and everything goes around that same conflict, one way or another (you can even see it in the chapter of Vertin's past, everything has to be with the storm! Even the debate about Vertin's actions is indirectly related to the storm), except for the stories of the events, those stories can be quite slow at times since but still always has something to contribute to the lore

Also, one of the biggest diferences that i personally see is that Bluepoch thinks a lot on the player and tries to make the experience as enjoyable as posible while Hoyoverse things more on money rather than the player

I absolutely love HSR story, I played the penacony story as it was being released and I was on the edge to know what was going to happen but I do admit that the whole story was a "I do can tell you the details, but I dont want 😼", there was so much interesting characters that were just a waste, it feels like everything it's halfway through because they tries to be misterious and the conclusion is quite rushed and somewhat poorly done, but aside from that the rest of the story is pretty decent

Also, one of the biggest diferences is the text, I think HSR doesn't have an awful amount of text as Genshin but still there are things that just they are left over at times. I think Reverse 1999 gives npc a better treatment than HSR and specially Genshin, in r1999 the npcs mainly purpose is to naturaly tell you about the place you are, to teach you in what context you are and let you get inmerse in the story and makes it pretty well! It feels quite natural and it doesn't become tiring with an awful amount of inecesary text (like in Genshin), besides the story doesn't treat you like an idiot and explain something over and over again

Also, the desings I also things are incredibly creative but r1999 has the advantage of being of diferent historical periods and the same story tells you that arcanist aren't always human so that open a good oportunity to get creative! Still, I think Bluepoch is incredibly creative

Im not going to talk about Genshin natlan characters, I still think that Genshin developers worry more about money than the player so if making white characters is what make then win more good for them I guess 🤷🏻

While HSR characters are an interesting case, they either come up with incredibly interesting and unique desing or go back to the woman with the outfit with the chinese like base desing

[spookyserenades]

Just finished reading chapter 16 AND HONEY; I AM UNDONE. The Seokjin fluff we got was precious and absolutely delicious. I ate that shit up like it was a five-course meal, lol. Seokjin just announcing their relationship to the world?? Possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever read, along with the way he was so touchy and clingy. Finally able to indulge in his wants!! My poor heart!!

Taehyung felt so distant in this chapter, and it breaks my heart! Especially with that other woman at the club 😤😤 who you talkin to, Pookie?? I miss him.. and I can only hope he isn’t trying to get over his obvious feelings for the MC with someone else; I won’t be able to handle that angst!!

But seriously, that ending felt so unexpected. I thought I could finally rest easy after the previous cliffhanger from chapter 15, but nope, here you go again! It’s incredible how well you are able to build up suspense within your work. I am captivated each time and desperate for more! I can only imagine how much work you put into each chapter; writing 20k nearly each time, + editing is really impressive! It flows well, and each detail you put into your work shows the way the relationships between everyone seem to grow. Truly amazing!! I remember reading the first chapter of Trouvaille when it came out, and I’m just so happy that romantic relationships are finally developing. It’s so rewarding :)

Sorry for the long ass ramble. Love your work and take care~ <33

-M

HEHEH!!! I hope you enjoyed the wild ride!!! OOF There's nothing better than romantic Seokjin, I KNOW he'd be the best boyfriend ever 🥺 He's also turning into a goofball he's so happy he can love up on her,... All of the touchiness, the clinginess god I wish I was Y/N.

Ah... Tae 😭 I smell some angst coming up surrounding him, sorry to my Tae bear stans in advance 😭 Eventually things will end up working out in the end, but there has to be some rocky conflict in order to keep things balanced and zesty. I miss him too 😭 I can't believe he had the courage (or balls) to flirt with another girl in that club...

Stopppp you're too sweet, M! 🥺 Honestly I don't set out to write so much each month, but as I go, I keep getting new ideas and oops suddenly its 20k 💀 I'm so happy that you think it's flowing well, that's one of the things I worry about, so thank you for telling me 💜💜💜 AH I love how close they're all getting, even the friendships like Jin/Hoseok and Joon/Jeongguk 🥰 EEE I can't believe you've been here since the beginning, I'm honored 🥺 We're on quite the journey together and I'm so glad you're here with me! Sending you so much love and thank you for reading and writing me a lovely message 💕

[headspacedad]

One Piece: ep 7-8 spoilers

completely recommend this series! Go watch it and have fun

I was going to finish the show last night but Sam came and got me and you don't tell a bunny no when he says its time for bed. So!

watched these last two episodes together so Imma review them together.

The series really did a great job of raising the stakes and making you care about the outcome. I was invested in seeing what happened with Luffy's grandfather and just as invested in seeing Arlo get his fishy ass kicked. They wound the tension in both tight without making it uncomfortable for me to sit through to the completion and I never felt like I needed to jump ahead to make sure things worked out so I got to just sit and enjoy the entire ride.

God. I miss being able to trust series or movies to fulfill their ending in a satisfying way that wouldn't leave me feeling disappointed.

But this one did and it had built the story and treated the characters well enough previously that I felt safe just letting myself enjoy the story. And it paid me off for that beautifully.

The last long running manga I was involved in reading was Naruto and let me just tell you what a breath of fresh air it was seeing the female lead treated so well in One Piece. Nami got to be flawed and human and also noble and brave and true. She got to ask for help but not because she was weak but because she'd been betrayed and what she had pulled off was cheated away from her. I enjoyed that we got to learn about her from her sister and then that her and her sister were the first to reconcile. Nami's backstory was heartbreaking and she was so easy to sympathize with as a character as well as her actions. I also appreciated that she didn't have to 'make up' for her past actions. She was simply accepted and welcomed back.

I enjoyed the two final fights. The fight with Grandpa was brutal emotionally and, as someone who's father was one of those fuckers who believed in 'toughen you up 'love' via being a nightmare' - I was surprised that I still liked the grandfather at the end. But I did. Because he backed off even after he'd - physically - won. The hint about Gold Roger with that laugh was wild though. I liked Koby and the Blond guy standing up to his orders, Koby because they were wrong and the Blond guy because he had Koby's back. I really hope we get to see more of them growing and getting better together in later seasons.

The fight with the fish people was violent and well done. Everyone got to shine, even Ussop and I liked the banter between Sanji and Zoro. Also Luffy using his brains to realize he couldn't physically beat Arlo but he could bring down the house around him was new and I liked the sideways approach. Arlo was a conflict of a villain for me. I understood exactly where he was coming from and got why he was the way he was in response. But he was so cruel and determined to burn half the universe down that I couldn't give him any sympathy or hope he 'learned better'. I just wanted him removed entirely from the story, hopefully in a violent and satisfactory kind of way. And the story gave me that.

The payoff at the end of the story was top notch! It didn't cut and run too soon, it really let us sit and enjoy our victory. Shanks and team was a surprise and very heartening and I love who brought them the news. Seeing Kayla spot Ussop was perfect. The pledge with their feet at the end where it flashed back to the kids saying their dreams was perfect. And Koby and Blondie getting to get specialized training was as well. It was nice to be able to soak in the good feelings of the win at the end of the ride and I'm even kind of interested in Clown boy and Pink lady teaming up to be double flamboyant in later seasons.

On the the Line!

Double thumbs up recommendation for the series. Had fun. Will watch again soon just to enjoy everything I might have missed (and to bump Netflix viewing numbers)

[leam1983]

On Eureka Moments

There is one tiny, tiny plus-side to insomnia: the epiphanies you get when you finally manage to catch a few winks.

So, I finish my shift, clock out, term out of my Linux resources and crash into bed before supper gets going. Sarah's not tired enough to join in, but Walt is definitely leaning on his concern for me and joins in. We spoon in the way I like and soon enough, even though it takes me a while, I'm gone. Poof.

It's not long, mind you - an hour and some change before we have to cook dinner - but it's enough to strip me of that sense of distance I mentioned, earlier. Dots start to connect, and what's really fucking weird for me is that I don't so much start dreaming as I'd say I sandboxed while asleep.

It felt a little like waking up without actually waking up. I was in the same posture I'd fallen asleep in, locked in thanks to Walt's body weight and aware of the fact that I was actually in REM sleep, but the room had this hyper-vivid texture that it only gets when my brain goes hog-wild at the end of an insomnia episode. I couldn't make out anything out of the noises coming from the living room, as speech and sound were as distorted as they usually are in my dreams. What still made sense, however, were my own thoughts.

This is a longboi, folks. Clicky if you dare.

I started going over the root causes of my insomnia, starting with the fact that I had to play IT Goon for six small dealerships staffed with reticent, tech-adverse fuddy duddies and dudebros who really just wanted something to run their CRM resources and the occasional instance of Google Chrome. I have to field everything from keyboards no longer working to printers going on the fritz to login credentials with big dealerships' own Finance portals no longer being valid - all of it while keeping an eye on our Linux-using Call Centre employees, listening in on calls, taking briefs from our Marketing department (basically one gal plus Walt) and occasionally physically schlepping campaign material - albeit with some help - because most manufacturers are a bit averse to the idea of dealerships passing resources around externally.

Simplified, that gives me two large task groups:

Network Admin

The Nuclear Football, as I call my laptop that's intermittently crammed with marketing-level campaign plans that dealerships treat like they're handing us a hydrogen bomb. That mostly involves carrying it to the dealerships involved, giving it network access, transferring the relevant files and walking the staff through their resources.

I only really administer the Call Center stuff, and anything Network Admin might be involved, it doesn't drive me as stir-crazy as reassuring a bunch of Boomers and non-tech-savvy Millennials that we do, indeed, have their parent company's provided resources on-hand.

That part, and everything related to their fucking PC installs, I could do remotely - either with Microsoft Azure or Windows Server Edition 20XX.

I'm sleeping on three of my most important certifications because the people I work for are too risk-averse to realize we could just drop everything on a remote server and walk them through everything with a video call or two. Everything short of physical hardware failure, I can handle or control using a Windows Server hub and the most wonderful tool known to man, which is known as the Fucking Group Policy Editor. Pair that with a few hires we keep in-house at each dealership, and I could set things up so I never need to leave my home office ever again.

Ever. Again.

No scheduling conflicts, no waffling about because my Paratransport ride is late, no depending on Walt or Sarah when the short bus isn't convenient or fast enough.

There's just one hitch - money. I can set up a would-be master server and rope every single of our dealerships and every single of their PC installs under a single server's wing within a week or two, give or take a few days for unplanned events. Even simpler, I could do the same with Azure. Option 1 requires a wee bit more cash on the Infrastructure part but could mostly be one-and-done if we're willing to be smart about it, Option 2 requires tossing money at Microsoft on a monthly basis, at no extra power cost or space management worries for us.

Then, there's the unavoidable warts and blemishes. I'd need to image everyone's workstations across our dealerships, format their entire fleet and then rebuild everything using these images and WSE's Deployment Tools. I can't do this on weekdays, these guys have promos to run - and there's weekends where I can't do it either. Our Mercedes joint is expecting visitors by Canada Day, for instance. It's time-consuming, I'd need to plan it out with them and any time I spend setting up someone's server-based clone of their previous Windows install is time I can't spend doing anything else.

Ergo, that needs to happen during a massive holiday. The only one that fits the bill is Christmas.

Then, there's the fact that I need some leeway now. I need to go back to a decent sleep schedule starting yesterday. I can't just hold on, grit my teeth and expect to hold on for six months of this; I'll keel over before Halloween if nothing changes.

But, the fun thing with luxury dealerships is that they tend to give themselves off-weeks when sales ramp down seasonally. That includes mid-July.

I wake up with a start and, barely lucid, ring up our Mercedes and Audi clients. Confirmed: they're aiming for a ramp-down of their operations in mid-July. I briefly expose my plans, set up a Web meeting, and spend the last twenty minutes of what should've been my nap explaining to two befuddled Sales Directors that I'm about to propose gaining complete control over their infrastructure, with the included benefit of a drag-and-drop common directory where I'd simply organize promo materials as we obtain them. I could even use it to deliver patches that come to us in binaries, as a few do apply. Their on-site guys could handle printer clogs or dying USB ports, I'd take care of and automate most of everything that's software-based.

And, what I didn't tell them, is that I'd even be able to finally restrict Sales reps from unnecessary account privileges, which could make the occasional case of disciplinary action even more occasional. You can't loaf around at work watching PornHub on the job if there's a rule in place that specifically includes it in a list of banned addresses and IP ranges...

I know how it sounds - it's basic fucking barebones IT stuff, it's the fucking bedrock of Network Admin, maybe one or two rungs above CompTIA resources - but you'd be surprised at how many dealerships have exactly zero administration. They don't see the need; they're car guys with maybe one or two Web apps of choice, if any! As to why I didn't think of it earlier, it's mostly because it's not technically my job. Walt, Sarah and I distribute and manage promotional material and help dealerships to keep up with user retention and analytics. We do everything a Sales Director should do, except most Sales Directors are usually tied up with their local Karens complaining about the Service department's mechanics.

So what if we gave them an infrastructure? What if we air-gapped it, made it easily reproducible and deployable, and made it so working with us only means looking at a slightly different Windows login screen, before starting your workday?

If this works, we'll expand our services and solve most of my problems. Salesguy McGee's computer ain't worth shit? No prob, just clone his install, nuke the base, reinstall from the clone and spend a few minutes mothering it to make sure you haven't imported previously-observed bugs.

I mentioned Azure, but I know our guys won't want to contribute to a cloud budget. Again, they're tech-averse and think using the cloud means you're at the mercy of a Redmond or Seattle-based server outage. Psychologically, they'll want the comfort of their own spinning rust and SSDs. If I've got that WSE server I mentioned, it's no skin off my teeth.

So, while Walt was trying to follow along, I tried for my most diplomatic cough imaginable.

"I'd, uh, need another 20K for our IT budget. Six of 'em would go for a WSL license, the rest would go for maybe two extra 2U units over at the office."

I thought Walt would protest, but he just gave me a level look. "Will that help you sleep?"

I shrugged. "At the end of a somewhat lengthy process, sure. Relief's going to count for something, though, and I'm pretty much guaranteed to sleep like a baby tonight if you approve."

Boss Walt reacted first, by giving me a shoulder clasp. "Purchase approved. You've got our card, make it happen starting Monday."

Then followed Boyfriend Walt, who pulled me into a hug. "You're going to have to walk me through this, though - this is black magic to me."

Sarah, who'd caught wind of my WSE for Dummies talk, stopped by before heading into the kitchen. "He means he wants to be Emperor Palpatine, hon," she joked. "Ultimate power, Force lightning, no idiots being so much as able to install unsigned software on their machines, lockable USB ports - the works. You're the only one who'd need to keep visiting our guys in-person. The real challenge is going to involve letting a bunch of unaffiliated dealerships share the same basic server architecture, and even that's not too complicated."

I parted with a frayed, and possibly half-mad little laugh. "Holy shit, I'm gonna sleep tonight!"

Sometimes, one of the perks of insomnia is being able to take a few steps away from your professional bugbears and your clients' weirdo and inefficient methodology - and remembering the skillsets you actually paid for.

[unkillable-gays]

9-1-1 8x05 liveblog, cont.

Now I'm very curious if there are actually situations where firefighters have to drill together scaffolding to support unstable structures? Like, on the one hand I can see that they'd run into a lot of failing structures, on the other, it seems unlikely that they're just hauling around lumber?

It also seems like they could've literally just had PEOPLE hold the porch up; like, it just needed to be for long enough to move Denny and the car? (And mostly just Denny) That seems like it would take less than thirty seconds.

Also I don't think you can do CPR while someone is upright against a collapsing wall lol. And I don't think they should've been surprised when Denny passed out, didn't she just give him two doses of morphine??

(Again, poking realism holes is enrichment for me; I'm not criticizing the show!)

shjsksnjs Buck saying, "this is just my face" like this problem didn't appear YESTERDAY?? personally, if ER staff went out of their way to try and provide me treatment based on my appearance alone, I think I would let them!

Eddie is just chilling this whole episode lol. (I mean, he's also stewing in guilt and angst, but, yknow. Chilling.)

Dang, poor Tommy, he doesn't have a codependent work family, he just gets to ride along with Buck's. 😢

Angela Bassett I obviously have nothing but the utmost respect for you, but your character is soooo annoying!!! 🙄😭 (as i knew she would be) like obviously it wasn't great that those girls egged that guy's house or whatever, but he literally TRIED TO KILL THEM?? And then he DIED? and then ALMOST KILLED some poor random kid??? And they clearly already feel really bad about all of it?? Why are you acting like it's their fault that this man was crazy?! They're literally kids!!!

Ummm I know there's plot happening but Karen and Hen are both so beautiful, in this lesbian's opinion. Anyway.

Did Buck pay for a gravesite and burial for a random corpse he found?? That's very sweet, but actually seems quite expensive!

Not, "but it wasn't fire. 😞..." 😂😂😂 babes y'all did not crash that car!!! They weren't even drinking, or driving unsafely! Maddie even acknowledged in the beginning that their pranks, (if they were even responsible for the first one) were trivial!

Sorry I'm trying to imagine what it'd be like if I was in high school and the (widely hated) vice principal crashed his car and died, supposedly bc 2 of the coolest girls in school egged his house. And then they gave a speech about how sorry they were and how they love safety and cops now. (Love how the guy's actual death is being glossed over btw, kinda funny.) Wild shit.

Wait why didn't Eddie get invited to Billy's funeral??!! 😭 also oh noooo he's so sad 🥺 But the way Buck was like, "life is all about having a team and not being alone!" and looks significantly at Tommy, when... they kind of just established that Tommy DOESN'T have a team??

Buck's sweet speech to Billy really speaks to his own compassionate nature, but I can't help but notice that we never learned what laws Billy was wanted for breaking, or why his posse turned on him 🤔🤔🤔 just questions that seem worth asking to me...

Aaaand that's my first ever episode of 9-1-1, completed! Overall, I have to admire their dedication to packing so MUCH into 42 minutes. Dialogue was kind of stilted, especially at the beginning, but that may be a necessary evil of the format. The fast pace was kind of jarring, but also made it a little more watchable for me, personally. (I get easily bogged down by angst/conflict/melodrama.)

Also I thought they were going to solve the Boils mystery??? And it was gonna end up being, like, spores from when Buck, uh, ripped apart the corpse or something. (But maybe that's just bc most of the shows I've watched have been murder mysteries 😅)

[t-u-i-t-c]

Hello! It's your secret valentine checking in again. I remember seeing you talk about Reiwa being your favorite era of Sentai. Do you have a personal ranking of Reiwa Sentais? As someone who's trying to get back into the genre, I'd love to learn what you think of each series. :-)

Hello! I don't actually know if I can really say that Reiwa is my favorite era of Sentai, as there's only a handful of them so far and only two of them really have my whole heart (King-Ohger and BoonBoomger) but that may change in the future. Right now, I tend to favor those two and Heisei Sentai (I have watched a lot of Heisei and have ones that I like more than others but you're asking about Reiwa so I'll stay on topic). You may be thinking of when I said I was a Reiwa girl for Kamen Rider, but I'll tell you about the Reiwa Sentai anyways. Please note that I watched some of these a while ago so I can't really go too in depth off of the top of my head.

My favorites are King-Ohger and BoonBoomger. I can't definitively place BoonBoomger until it's finished, but I feel as though I like it just as much if not more than King-Ohger (I really have always been a lover of car Sentai).

King-Ohger has my favorite guy in Super Sentai, Racules, so it will always be very special to me. I'm a big fan of Sentai that have a lot of lore and world-building and King-Ohger has that. There's a lot of threads sewn through it that really make it worth watching and make the experience a wild ride. (I talked about it more here)

BoonBoomger is the series that I've giffed the most for, having posted 435 sets so far (not including multi series sets/crossover sets). I talk about it a lot on my blog and have a lot of thoughts about it. It's a simple premise and feels very much like a standard Sentai, but there's just something about it that I really like. I think that it's really the characters and their relationships with each other. Even with the Hashiliens, there's a lot of thought put into their relationships and the individual characters, and I feel as though I relate to some of the characters in a way that I don't with other characters. I could really talk about BoonBoomger forever, but just know it's quite fun. Simply, it's a car Sentai made up of people that are grabbing their own wheels that fight against a space mafia family that uses screams and misery as fuel, and terrorize the universe. Not everyone's cup of tea but it certainly is mine.

Zenkaiger got me into Sentai in the first place with Stacy, who I still adore greatly. The team is very fun and looking back after watching previous Sentai, I think there's a lot of nice little tributes to them. There's different worlds, pirates, robots, and just a lot of love.

Donbrothers was the first Sentai I watched as it aired from start to finish, and I feel like I had a lot of fun watching it. I find the characters to be interesting and the dynamics are solid. I must say that it does suffer from having a lot of loose threads and unanswered questions, but it does have Don Momotaro. I have conflicting feelings about Donbrothers but I can't say it's not close to my heart.

Kiramager was my third Sentai and I watched it to watch the Zenkaiger vs. Kiramager crossover which was set to be released around that time. Kiramager is really cute with a nice cast of characters and beautiful suits. There's lots of lore, betrayal, creativity, and it's quite silly at times. More of a lighthearted Sentai that's nice to pass the time or when you want something light. (Very old but here's the thoughts I wrote when I finished Kiramager in 2022)

I tried to be brief, but if you have any more questions feel free to ask :)

[trixcuomo]

The Blood Elf Bachelor

Meanwhile at Coco's goblin therapy clinic...

The dashing redhead just had to stroll into my office. Of all the clinics in all of Bilgewater, why did he have to come to see me?

You have to understand, Lord Sunthraze Sunthraze, that is, the double Sunthraze heir, is my step sister's ex and the biggest mistake she ever made. Not because he is slightly an asshole. Not because he's a smartmouth or conceited. Lotsa male elves fall into that sorry golden slop bucket. It's because she missed out on that same swaggering, full-of-himself jackass. He's just as awful as she is, really. They've been repellin' each other, but they honestly need each other so much.

And, as Trixany's savvy Goblin step sista, I have to tell you--Sunthraze is loaded as well. Like, crazy rich Blood Elf loaded! Ever since the Third War, he came into stupid money, like stupid, the Scourge ate the rest of your relatives and half the town, and it's all been passed down to you money. Arthas practically blessed this poor boy on the head with Frostmourne.

Plus, he has the Hawkstrider ranch. Hawkstrider stock has skyrocketed since monohorns went extinct in Quel'thalas, after the conflict.

Only those two refuse to lay down their weapons, their awful personalities, and see sense. She wants fortune and fame, he has at least half that. Y'all could figure out the rest--come on, people!

Put it this way. Their crazy, coocoo bananas marriage would've been the one Haris Pilton Entertainment Corp reality show that should've been made. Entertaining, egregious, endearing, effed up, all the best E words.

"Well! It's so funny seeing you here!" He said, just beaming as he strolled into my office. Three-piece phoenix red suit. Platinum pinky ring. Frilly sleeves. Gilded, two-inch heels on his scarlet riding boots. A Rivendell inspired man-tiara, made by elves not even in this universe. I kid you not.

"Well, I work here. My name's on the side of the building. Goblin Airborne Clinic, 64th Regiment."

"I'd say you're on the directory, near the buzzer to get in."

Ass. I didn't say that, though. "Look, can I help you?"

"What I meant was, I was looking for an um, well... therapist-sort. And here you are! You just happen to be Trixany's best friend, too. Her closest confidant. You two are always together, aren't you? Happy coincidence!"

"I'm her sister."

"You... wait." His eyes glazed over.

Fun to watch him suffer due to his own prejudices. But then I finally nudged him off the hook. "Step sista, by marriage? My goblin father married her Blood Elf mother. That was after we were born. We met as teenagers."

"Hrmm..."

"Hrm?"

"So if. If I were to go through with... I'd be related to goblins."

"Go through with what?"

He sat down and looked half-wild. His eyes were bright, he gripped the chair arms until his knuckles went white.

Then, through clenched teeth, "I've got to do this. I just have to! She's been driving me crazy all these years!"

Do? I started to suspect what. I sighed, handed him a confidentiality agreement that he signed, then I flipped it around and signed it, too. Stamped it, filed it.

"Go on, get it off your chest."

"This year, my new year's resolution is to finally marry your sister!!"

"Ho boy." I had to take that in. It took a while. "She doesn't know? It doesn't work like that; you have to ask her, first."

"I will ask her first in hell! Do you know what she'd do to me if I ever asked her outright? Or attempted to court her in some straightforward fashion? Again?! Oh no, that is just what she wants! To drag me through it. I need a strategy, something I've never tried before. And you're going to help me. I signed the paper, didn't I? And, I paid. At the front desk! I paid a ransom, a king's ransom for your unique consult."

I blinked. I stared.

"Well?"

"May I ask, if you despise dealing with my sista so much, why do you want to marry her?"

"That would take a whole other session to explain but I... Well. We survived a war together, in Outland." He paused, his tone softened, "I think she's lovely. I truly miss her. And, I suppose I hurt her. Or, I hurt her after she hurt me... Anyway, I'd like another chance. A last chance. Even if I have to hogtie her and throw her over the pommel of my Thalassian Charger to make her at least hear me out!" He chewed his nails, looking feral again, "Lady Liadrin also has a spare cell down at the garrison, if need be. I could get the key..."

That went so well till the end there. Blood Knights freak me out, man.

"Look. I will take your money and betray my sista on one condition, cause we could use the ratings... You need to make this the funniest, craziest thing we have eva done here, on Team Trixany."

Sunthraze winked right at the camera, smized straight down the lens. Master fourth-wall breaking bastard that he is. Then he shrugged slightly, relaxed. Began to undo his silk tie, unbutton his shirt collar. "I can uh, make it spicy, too."

I folded my green hands ontop of my desk, "And otha than the ratings, I guess I just want you to take her far, far away from me. At least for a while. I would like a peaceful, drama-free year, myself. A year free of Haris Pilton and Night Elf himbos. I really have been dreaming of it. Maybe it could even become my show after a while. Team Coco! Can you do that?"

Sunthraze was busy flouncing his long, blood-red hair, flirting with the camera.

Eh, I didn't stop him. It's a thousand gold an hour for a goblin airborne consult, and as I said before, this redheaded mook is loaded!

[minyboy]

Let There Be War (Halloween Monster “Roleplay” 4) Part 21

No time to revel in this new-found victory. I have to find my horse. What is wrong with me? I dash towards the neighing sounds. My silent commands go unheard, typical demon horse. The ground beneath me shifts unnaturally, as if the land itself were rebelling against my fearless escape. Dark trees twisted, roots curled around my boots, slowing me down further. Then, in the clearing ahead, I saw it a sight that I really should not behold. Daredevil stood, wild-eyed and thrashing, surrounded by a circle of grinning Spirits Of Halloween. The thing's once proud, black, shadowy form now glowed with a bloody ghostly sheen, his mane flickering like flames. They had transformed my devil horse into a creature of their own—a true demon horse of Halloween. They put a jack-o-lantern on his head and everything! That horse was on longer, my frenemy; it was just an asshole. But I can't easily deterred; that's my only ride. I raise my ghostly sword high, the blade shining with unearthly power and stupidly charged. As I closed in, the Spirits of Halloween hissed and swirled like a storm at midnight, trying to block my crazy path. I quickly slashed through them, their forms disintegrating with each strike, though they quickly reformed, jerks. But for each one I cut down, the stupid horse grew more restless, its wild eyes locking onto me. It wants to either be free or kill me. In one fluid motion, I leap onto Daredevil's back, the bond between them rekindling in an instant. The stupid Jack-o-lantern falls off, and the horse's will is once again its own. Suddenly, the horse bucked, its body surging with dark energy, it wants me dead. I was fighting him; his corrupted mind was resisting my worried commands. I have to hold on, I'm not dying from this demon spawn. Tightening my grip on the reins as the Spirits of Halloween shrieked, their plan has failed, time bail. can't let them do that. “You are mine!” I cried out. Then, just as quickly as it had fought me, the horse stilled. Its eyes, still glowing with a hellish light, turned sharp and aware. Now to the assholes, let's give chase. As we rode out of the clearing, the ground began to tremble. Earthquakes at this time of year? The Spirits Of Halloween must have one last trick, one more trap buried deep beneath the dark forest floor. They are desperate. The ground cracked open like a rotten egg, revealing an abyss lined with jagged teeth-like rocks. Cavities and all. The Spirits are not letting us go so easily. I can tell that Daredevil is still conflicted, caught between the pull of the abyss and my command. The stupid thing wants to go in. All seemed lost, but I can't let that happen. Let's use this new power I gained then. With a burst of infernal power, I plunge my sword into the earth itself. The chasm sealed shut with a deafening roar, trapping the Spirits Of Halloween beneath. We are out! We're free. And I know how to raise an army. Let there be war.