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[navybrat817]

Hold You Tight: Part 19

Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Part 18 | Series Masterlist | Part 20

Chapter Word Count: Over 4.2k

Chapter Summary: Your day out with your friends isn't as relaxing as you want it to be.

Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, drinking, suspected drugging, reference to stalking and violence, your friends are cheering you on, inner turmoil, stubborn reader, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.

A/N: More Hold You Tight! Thank you again for sticking with me! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo . ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-in-darkness . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You wished you could say you breathed easier as the limo pulled away, but you didn’t. You felt Bucky’s piercing eyes on you, watching until you were completely out of sight. He still wasn’t “out of sight, out of mind.” He made sure you’d think about him, and Ray was following in his vehicle. Even glancing quickly at the limo partition you could see that it was cracked. Was the driver one of Bucky’s men?

“Okay, so your new boyfriend is stupidly hot and loaded,” Dana said, her eyes darting around the limo. “You should be proud of yourself. Holy shit.”

“I should be proud of somehow snagging a hot and loaded guy?” you laughed a little. You always told yourself money wasn’t a factor as long as the love was there.

“Yes! Tell me he’s spoiling you the way he’s spoiling us today.”

You shrank back in your seat a bit. It wasn’t that it was the first time you were the center of attention with your friends, but it overwhelmed you specifically since it concerned Bucky. “Well, he bought me this outfit. And he has bought me a ton of books since I love to read,” you answered. You weren’t about to say that he transferred a ton of money into your account. “And on our first date he gave me a diamond necklace.”

The girls gasped. “Clothes, books, and a diamond necklace?! Yeah, be proud and fucking flaunt it,” Dana encouraged. She had to be half teasing since she knew that wasn’t your style. “Gina, Addison, back me up here.”

“We all know you aren’t going to flaunt any gift he gets you, but you should’ve seen the way he looked at you. He had hearts in his eyes,” Gina smiled. You tried to smile back. There were hearts alright, along with some darkness that they weren’t aware of. “I’m surprised he even looked at us.”

“Yeah, he’s… kind of intense like that,” you said. That was the word you’d go with.

“Intense isn’t necessarily bad.” Addison scooted closer to you. “And you’re happy, right? He treats you well?”

If being treated like a doll, having you followed, and showering you with affection while messing with your head was meant to make you happy… “He thinks we’re soulmates. That we were meant to find each other and be together. It’s… a lot,” you said carefully. “I haven’t had anyone who seems to need me the way he does, especially so quickly.”

“Soulmates? Wow,” Addison said. “I can see why you’d say it’s a lot.”

You could’ve hugged her. Maybe she saw through some of the charade. If she did, that could also put her in danger if she spoke out.

“Or maybe he just knows what he wants and he’s an all in kind of guy,” Dana commented. She had no idea. “Wait! Have you two had sex?!”

“No, we haven’t had sex yet,” you answered. Just him jerking off over the phone and some heavy petting and jerking off again with you nearby. “But he really wants to sleep with me and I did ride his thigh,” you mumbled.

It was still clear as day in your head, how he encouraged you to get off, his lips against yours. You didn’t want to think about it, but Bucky got his way and invaded your thoughts. It was inevitable.

“Ahh! You beautiful slut! Thigh riding is so hot!” If anyone ever needed a hype girl or enabler, Dana was the one to call. “And what are you waiting for?! Let him fuck you and eat your kitty. Do it for us.”

“Hey. There’s nothing wrong with waiting,” Addison promised. Of all of your friends, she’d snap if Bucky ever hurt you. “You wait as long as you want.”

You were trying to wait, but it was only a matter of time before you had to sleep with him. “It’s just…”

“Are you worried that his feelings will fade once you two have sex?” Gina asked.

“I’m not worried about his feelings diminishing,” you said with complete sincerity. His feelings wouldn’t waver, even if his actions screamed love-bombing. “I just… I guess I never pictured myself dating someone who owns a nightclub. He just seems out of my league.”

And he was someone who had very dangerous ties.

“No, we don’t put ourselves down here. Every league is your league, and he should be honored to be your guy.” Dana clapped her hands together. “Ooh! What if we do a big date night at his club? We bring our guys, and we can all hang out?”

Your eyes widened. “I… Maybe,” you replied. It would just be another chance for Bucky to charm them, and it felt like you’d be asking him for a favor by letting your friends in. He’d probably love it.

“I’m texting my man and telling him you got a diamond necklace.” Dana quickly typed something on her phone. “He needs to step up his game.”

You were on the verge of tears. They were happy for you, but didn't seem to notice your discomfort. You didn’t blame them. Not at all. It was your fault for not being truthful about the true nature of your relationship. That wedge you imagined Bucky was trying to drive between you and your friends felt real and they didn't even know.

“As fun as it is talking about Bucky, maybe we can talk about something else?” you smiled, nudging Addison. You didn’t want this whole day to be about Bucky and your relationship. “Your big day is getting closer.”

“Yes, it is,” she smiled.

You relaxed in the seat when the conversation shifted to the wedding and found yourself smiling and laughing through the rest of the ride. Bucky still lingered in your mind since he’d be at the wedding. The nice part was that since you were in the bridal party, he couldn’t spend the entire day with you.

“We’re here!” Addison smiled as the limo eventually came to a stop.

You were the last to get out and you took a deep breath. The winery was the perfect mix of relaxation, beauty, and good vibes. The lush vineyard stretched across the hills, and you wished for a moment you could run through them and disappear. The sun on your face brought you back to the present and made you smile, and you couldn't wait to sample some wine with the girls. You had a right to enjoy your time.

“You coming?” Dana asked.

“You two go ahead. We’ll be right in,” Addison said, linking her arm with yours and leading you away from the limo. You tensed up only for a moment when you saw Ray’s vehicle in the distance. It didn’t look completely out of place though since there were other cars and people around. “Okay, what’s up? You seem on edge.”

“I do?” you asked. You thought she didn’t notice, and you should’ve known better.

“Yeah. Is it work? Or is it about Bucky?” You tensed up again. “Did you think we wouldn’t like him?”

“No, that’s not it. It’s just a lot really fast, that’s all,” you said, leaning in to whisper, “I didn’t want to say it in the limo, but he wants me to move in with him.”

She stopped walking. “Whoa. Okay, that is fast, but some couples do move quickly in whirlwind romances, so I wouldn’t say it’s completely out of the ordinary. Brady and I knew right away that we wanted to be together,” she said. What she had with Brady was pure, and you could’ve possibly had that with Bucky in another life. “Maybe Dana’s right that he just knows what he wants and he wants to go all in.”

“He’s very much all in,” you agreed.

“Are you considering moving in with him?”

“Maybe,” you said. Bucky was going to force his hand either way.

“Wow. If you’re considering that it’s either because you’re going along with what he wants or you really care about him. I hope it’s the latter,” she said, her brows pinching in concern. “But, listen, if you aren’t ready for that, he has to understand you haven’t dated in some time and you should go at the pace that makes you feel comfortable. I’m sure he’ll understand and it shouldn’t change how he feels.”

Your words caught in your throat. The pace wasn’t yours to control, even if Natasha said you had power. There was no choice in moving in and you wish you could blurt out every single thing that transpired, but the words refused to come out. Because all you could think about was what would happen to Addison, and she didn’t deserve any kind of pain.

“And if I do care about him and want to move in?” you asked.

“You know we’ll support whatever you do, but think about it carefully because that’s a big step. And if things go south, you tell us right away so we can help,” she said, giving you a small smile. “He may be your boyfriend, but you’re still my best friend and I was here first. I’ll smack him with a frying pan if he messes up.”

You blinked tears away before you hugged her. You were lucky to have a friend like her. “A frying pan? What happened to a shovel?” you teased.

“Frying pan is more accessible,” she teased back, giving you a squeeze. “Now let’s go. We have some wine to try.”

Ray kept a respectable distance from your table and didn’t make eye contact as he pretended to read while sipping his drink. You were glad for that since your friends didn’t seem to take notice of him as you all ate and sampled various wines. Though you were having a great time, you hardly drank a drop. You wanted to stay on guard in case Bucky decided to crash the outing.

“Oh, we need to take a bottle of this home,” Dana said, pointing at her empty glass. “And where the hell is your cousin?!”

“She bailed.” Addison rolled her eyes. “That's exactly why she’s not in the wedding party. I can’t rely on her.”

“That and she’s a bitch,” Dana said unapologetically while pointing at you. “We know she would’ve said something shitty about you and Bucky, and we don’t need that bad energy.”

You scoffed. Addison’s cousin was the type who always had to one-up someone or try to tear them down so she felt better about herself. You tried to see the best in others, but you were admittedly glad she wasn’t there today. “I’m sure she’ll have something to say at the wedding.”

“If she does say anything, don’t listen to her,” Addison urged. “Or say something back to shut her down.”

“Rub it in her face how hot and rich Bucky is,” Dana grinned, nudging you with her elbow. “Her head will explode.”

You inhaled. Bucky, Bucky, Bucky. Everything went back to him, and you had to say something. “You know what I should tell her?” You smiled as they listened expectantly. “I should tell her that even though Bucky is rich and handsome and could have anyone he wants, he stalked me and coerced me into being his girlfriend. You think her head will still explode, or will she just laugh?”

The table went silent as you sipped your wine before they burst out laughing. A few heads turned your way from the sound, and you didn’t crack a smile when Ray made eye contact with you. Had he heard what you said?

Dana laughed so hard she wheezed. “You don’t understand. I need you to tell her that just to see the look on her face. Please. I beg of you.”

“And make sure Bucky’s in on the joke, too,” Gina giggled.

Your heart sank. Their safety came first, but the reaction was another reason you didn’t say anything. Who would possibly believe you? He was a rich and powerful man and you were merely a florist. “Maybe I can say something that’s not quite so dark,” you smiled.

Addison stared at you curiously before she shook her head. “You and your sense of humor,” she teased, drinking the rest of her glass. “But if you could shut her up, I’ll be thankful.”

Your phone dinged before you could respond, and you almost spit up the little wine you had when you saw a message from Bucky.

“Call me. Now.”

Direct. No sweet words. Oh, no.

“Is that your loverboy?” Dana wiggled her eyebrows.

“As a matter of fact it is and he’s asking for me to call him. Do you mind if…”

“Go. We’ll be right here,” Addison smiled.

Your legs felt a bit rubbery as you walked outside and took a look around to make sure no one was nearby. What if he had a bug in your phone and he heard what you said? Oh, God. You were so stupid.

Pressing his name on your phone, you let out a shaky breath when he immediately picked up. “Kotyonok, I need you to come back,” he replied, his tone stern. Upset.

You swallowed. God, he did hear you. You could convince him it was a joke, right? No one had to get hurt. “Why, what’s wrong?” you asked, your tone remarkably calm. “We aren’t done with our samples.”

“You were followed to Addison’s this morning by one of Zemo’s men. Ray and I both spotted him.” There were muffled noises in the background. “I just finished… talking to him.”

“I was followed?” you whispered, your heart sinking for a completely different reason now. The day you went out with your friends someone followed you? “What did he want?”

“I can explain more later, but he had a ‘look, but don’t touch’ order. I broke his fingers anyway.” You closed your eyes. He sounded proud of himself. “I have some business to attend to for the rest of the day and I have to go to the club after, which is why I need you back at home.”

Ray appearing behind you almost made you drop your phone. “Jesus, Ray,” you gasped, your heart nearly beating out of your chest.

“I’m sorry,” he said, briefly resting a hand on your shoulder. “Boss messaged me to bring you home.”

“Yeah, I’m talking to him right now,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “And I’m not going home right now. I'm not leaving.”

“What?” Bucky growled. He could be angry all he wanted. You didn’t care. “This isn’t something to argue about or negotiate, I need you safe and-”

“Safe? You need me to be safe?” you asked, trying to stay calm amidst the storm inside you. “Has it occurred to you that the entire reason I’m not safe is because of you? That the only reason Zemo even cares about following me is because I’m your girl?”

“You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t know I painted the very target on your back by falling for you? I’m well aware of that fact, but I’m also the one who can keep you safe.” He sounded almost as vulnerable as he did when he talked about his mom. “So just… come home.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek. Home. “You know, there are a lot of dangerous people out there who have families and loved ones. And I’m sure some of them are blissfully unaware of what goes on behind the scenes, but not all of them are. Some are very well aware of what their partners do for a living because they were told what they were getting into.”

“Kotyonok-”

“But you didn’t, Bucky. You didn’t let me know what I was getting into. One look at me and you made the decision for me and sealed my fate,” you continued, looking sadly at Ray. “So while I’m thinking of you today like you wanted, I want you to think of me and that target you painted on my back and my loved ones. And think about if you really love me the way you say you do.”

“I do love you,” he breathed. It would be nice to believe that. “Come home, please, and we’ll talk when I get back from the club.”

“I’m finishing the day with my friends. Ray will stay here with me. I also need to go to my place before I go to the penthouse,” you said. If he wanted you there so badly, he could bend a bit since you were in no direct danger at the moment. “And don’t expect a happy conversation like we had this morning.”

One step forward, two steps back.

“I’ll just be happy that you’re safe,” he said, which only infuriated you more. You couldn’t make out what he ordered to someone else, but the muffled noises picked up again. “Leave in thirty minutes. The driver will drop your friends off and he’ll take you to the apartment. Ray will take you home from there.”

“Two hours,” you stated just to be stubborn.

“One hour,” he countered. “Or I’ll drive there myself.”

You huffed, but didn’t want to test him. “Fine. I’ll leave in one hour.” The girls would understand if you made some excuse.

“Thank you,” he exhaled. He really did sound relieved. “I love you. I’ll see you later this evening.”

You waited a beat. “Think about what I said.” Ray waited patiently as you hung up. “Have I told you that your boss is a pain in the ass?”

“He certainly is, but he is correct that your safety is important,” he agreed, gently stopping you before you went back inside. “If you aren’t in the limo in one hour, he will come after you.”

“I know,” you sighed. Bucky would be dramatic like that. And protective. “Someone was really following me?” you asked in a small voice. Bucky had no reason to lie unless he was trying to get you away from your friends.

Ray nodded solemnly. “It could’ve been to report your movements back to Zemo, but I’d have to ask the boss for more details since I didn’t get to interrogate him myself.”

“I do appreciate you both spotting him,” you complimented, even if Bucky violently handled it. You shouldn’t have expected anything less.

“Of course.” There was a ghost of a smile on his face. “You were wrong, you know.”

Your brows pinched. “About what?”

“Your strength. You handled that well all things considered,” he answered.

“You’re only saying that because you can’t read my mind,” you said. It was a mess. But you hadn’t broken down or cried, so that was a plus.

For a moment you thought he’d laugh, but he merely nodded to the building. “Better go join your friends before they miss you.”

“Thanks, Ray,” you whispered, putting a smile back on your face as you walked back inside and headed back to the table.

Addison held up two fingers. “You missed two more rounds of samples.”

“I guess I'll have to catch up,” you teased. “And would anyone object to leaving in an hour? Bucky’s planning a romantic evening for the two of us, and I need to stop by my apartment before I head over to his place,” you said. It was partially true. “If you all want to stay, I’ll get an uber and you can take the limo.”

“An hour’s fine.” Dana blinked a few times. “Anyone else tired? I’m a little tired.”

Gina covered her mouth when she yawned. “Yeah, I am, too.”

“I feel fine,” you said, frowning when Addison yawned, too. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, but a nap sounds good right about now,” she said, pushing her now empty glass away and checking the time. “It is kind of late. It’ll be night time when we get back.”

You stared at your own glass, dread filling your stomach. You felt perfectly fine, but they looked tired. Was it possible that someone slipped something in their drinks or food? Did Ray do something or did Bucky set something up in order to make you leave? Or were you just being paranoid?

“Is everyone okay?” you asked. It felt like too much of a coincidence that they all felt tired after you came back to the table. “Should we just leave right now?”

“I’m fine. I was just up really late last night,” Addison answered. Dana and Gina nodded in agreement.

“Maybe we should cut back on the samples and stick with water,” you suggested.

“You’ve always been the sensible one,” Dana said, resting her chin in her hand. “But can we still buy some bottles?”

“Yeah. As many as we want,” you promised. Bucky did say he’d spoil you, so why not?

Exactly one hour later, you were back in the limo with the girls and plenty of bottles. Unlike the ride over, the ride back was much quieter. You thought Addison would fall asleep on your shoulder at one point and Dana actually did fall asleep at one point for a few minutes. They somehow didn’t stumble on the way to the limo, and it would’ve impressed you if you weren’t so worried.

“Are you sure you girls are okay? Should we go to the hospital?” you asked.

“Why would we do that? We drank more at my bachelorette party than we did today. We’re fine,” Addison assured you. “You worry too much.”

You had good reason to worry. “This sounds crazy, but did you drug my friends? I need to know if I should take them to the hospital.” you messaged Bucky. If he did something to them…

He typed something back right away. “How could I possibly drug your friends when I wasn’t there? Is everyone okay?”

Did he actually care? “I’m fine, but they’re very drowsy and I’m worried.”

“Ray kept me updated and he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. None of Zemo’s men were there. I didn't do anything either. Did any of them complain that they were dizzy? Nauseous? Did anyone pass out?”

“No, but it could've been something like Benadryl to make them drowsy and get me to possibly leave faster.” Or punish you by mentioning the stalking thing, if he knew, and show you that his reach expanded beyond the city.

“That’s a very creative method to get you to leave, but lots of wine can make anyone drowsy and I have no reason to do that to your friends. I think our conversation may have scared you a bit since Zemo had someone watching you and you’re understandably worried for your friends.”

You looked around at your friends. They did drink a lot more wine than you, and drugging people didn’t seem to be Bucky’s style. Zemo’s men weren’t there. Maybe you were being paranoid and the girls really were just tired. Being part of Bucky’s circle just made you question everything.

“Okay. I’m trusting you.” You had to.

“Thank you. Your worry aside, it sounds like you girls had fun though from what I heard. Maybe the next day out can be at my club. Could be fun.”

You gasped. Did he know what Dana suggested? No, no, no. You weren’t falling down that rabbit hole, and didn’t send any texts back for the rest of the drive.

Brady and the other guys were waiting on the curb when the limo stopped at Addison’s. You were the only one who didn’t get out, but you gave each of them hugs and helped hand out the wine to their significant others. They seemed a bit more awake, so maybe they were just fine. “Love you girls. And, guys, keep an eye on them. They had quite a few samples,” you said. You’d have to text each of them later to check on them.

“Love you,” the girls echoed before the door shut.

The driver headed in the direction of your place after a minute. What were you going to say to Bucky when you saw him? Would you scream at him for putting you in danger, or would you just accept that this was your life? It was a continuous losing battle the more you fought.

The morning you had with Bucky, minus the groping, had been somewhat nice. Could it be like that all the time if you tried? Could it be better if he loosened the reins?

“Thank you,” you said when the limo stopped and the partition rolled down a few inches. “How much do I owe you?”

“Mr. Barnes took care of that, miss, but if you’ll allow me-”

“Oh, no. Please don’t get out. I got it,” you smiled, letting yourself out. You scanned the street for Ray’s car, but didn’t see it. He was likely waiting for the limo to pull away.

Two steps into your building, your phone dinged. “What now?” you muttered when you opened a text from Bucky.

“Ray got a flat tire. Stay in the limo.”

You read the message twice. A flat tire? You were about to type back to Bucky that you already left the limo when you heard a familiar voice by the elevator. “It’s about time you got back.”

You couldn’t breathe when you found a pair of blue eyes staring at you. “Clark… what are you doing here?”

Oh, I hope you lovelies are prepared for the next part. And what do we think of your friends? And were they just drowsy or did something happen? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[mewhenimanangel]

need that, hamzahthefantastic

prev pt 3*

—synopsis. hamzah invites you over to be in their new video

—warnings!: freaky uti, dry humping, undressing

notes 🫧: the fight was so tuff, i’m a die hard noob

—🐞

you parked your car outside hamzah’s house, fixing your lip gloss and zipping up your sweater before going to knock on his door.

him and martin invited you to be in one of their sims videos since mandy was on vacation and they knew you played as well.

it’s been around two weeks since you and hamzah made out in his car. since then, you’d been texting a lot more and you hung out twice with mandy and martin. though, you haven’t done anything to continue what he started.

hamzah answered the door with a grin, “come on in boi, we haven’t started playing yet. martin’s still connecting the camera and the mic” he closed the door behind you.

you felt something brush against your leg, looking down to see his cat rubbing itself on your leg. “awwww he’s so cute” you reached down to see if he’d let you pick him up.

when he did you held him in your arms and rubbed behind its ear. “which one is this?” you asked hamzah. “this is blue. red’s probably upstairs somewhere clawing at something.” he said, reaching over your arm to pet blue.

“i had to put a child lock on my fridge cause they figured out how to open it bruh” he shook his head.

you giggled looking at him with a smile.

“oh hey y/n, didn’t know you were here already. i just finished setting up the camera” martin said. “heyy” you put blue down on the floor, following martin.

“you ready to get your sims on?” he asked. “try freaking born ready” you giggled, hamzah following behind you.

you sat off to the side on the couch in hamzah’s office while they started the video. “hello everynyan-” hamzah interrupted him “dude what” “it’s like a meme like have you ever seen it? it’s like oh my gahhh” martin awkwardly repeated the video, hamzah stifling a laugh. “anyways we’re back and better than frigging ever” martin started off.

“now it has been a while-“ “definitely been a while-“ “right, a while since our regularly scheduled programming” hamzah said. “i hope you guys enjoyed the fight, we worked super hard literally for like six months”

“and you may realize we’re not in our usual spot, wanna tell them why that is?” martin said. “yes we are, we’re in my house this time because mandy’s on vacation and martin, feeling like a sad little lonely boy wanted to come over and play with me”

“yes mandy is gone. she is in spain right now because she doesn’t love me anymore. you know what they say, ‘go to spain when your lover’s a pain’. that’s why she hasn’t proposed to me yet in the big year of twenty twenty-five” martin went on. “literally nobody says that”

“but speaking of mandy, today we’re playing the sims. something we haven’t done in a long time and we need a little bit of a refresher” “yes, the sims is a girl game and since we don’t have mandy, we brought back up” hamzah added.

“yes, we obviously cannot play this game ourselves so we brought in another expert” they looked at each other before counting down from 3 and snapping their fingers. you knew they were gonna put some silly transition effect over this.

hamzah got up to get another chair for you “you good?” he asked you, making sure you were comfortable. and you nod your head before sitting between them. “hellurr. yes i am mandy’s back up today. because obviously, they don’t know what they’re doing so im taking over.”

“dude what is it with girls and the sims. only girls know how to play the sims” martin and hamzah riffed while you logged into your sims account.

“now this is your first time on here y/n, how do you feel in the presence of such greatness” martin asked. “well im honored to be on but i don’t know about ‘greatness’” you joked.

after two hours of creating sims and making them kill, cheat, fornicate, and find love, they ended the video. “banger video alert” hamzah turned the computer off. “uhh yeah that was really good if i do say so myself.” you pat yourself on the back.

the three of you lounged around hamzah’s living room for another hour after that. “are you guys hungry?” hamzah asked “i was gonna order some food” “actually i still have some packing to do for my flight tomorrow” martin sighed while playing with red. “oh shit right, i forgot” hamzah shrugged.

“i’m gonna head out now bro i’ll see you next week” he dapped hamzah up before doing the same to you. hamzah followed him out before closing the door behind him.

“i could eat” you shrugged and hamzah smiled. he pulled his phone out and ordered chick-fil-a, adding in your order.

you sat criss crossed on his couch as blue jumped into your lap, snuggling up against you and purring. “his ass definitely likes you” hamzah chuckled.

“do you want one?” he asked, coming back from his bedroom with a little jar of edibles. “sure” you reached to grab one with your nails.

hamzah grabbed one too and you tapped them together in a ‘cheers’ motion before eating them.

you soured your face and gagged “okay these are nasty oh my god” you laughed. “yeah they taste like butt but they do the job. the food should be here in like twenty minutes” he said, joining you on the couch.

you helped him review the footage from the video before he sent it to their editor. by now the edible was beginning to kick in and you were growing hungrier by the minute. his door bell rung and he got up to answer the door.

he came back holding the bags of food up with a smile on his face and plopped down onto the couch, this time much closer to you, legs and arms touching.

“fuck i’m starving. is that shit kicking in for you yet?” he asked, handing you your sandwich and fries. “oh it is” you grinned.

“have you ever had the mac and cheese?” he asked you. “no i usually go for the fries” “okay here you gotta try it.” he took some on his fork and put it in front of your mouth, paying close attention to the way your lips wrapped around the fork. “right?” he nod his head at your reaction.

“wait here, you’ve got some cheese on your mouth�� he said, brushing your lip off with a napkin. “oh..oops” you giggled through your slowed words.

the two of you tore through your food, turning on family guy in the background. “that was so fucking good” you looked at him, eyes low and red.

“right…..i’m stuffed.” you slowly sipped on your milkshake. “do you ever think about what they do with the cut out pieces of fries?” you asked, just chatting. “i always wonder but they probably just throw them away.” he added.

you leaned back into the couch, cross legged, knee resting atop of hamzah’s as he put his arm on the back of the chair behind you.

he slowly rubbed your bare shoulder that peeked from under your hoodie that was falling off. you leaned your head back, resting it on his arm before looking at him.

“so, are we just never gonna talk about it again?” you addressed the elephant in the room. “hm?” he looked at you. “the kiss, are we just gonna act like it didn’t happen?”

“no of course not, i just wasn’t sure if i had made you uncomfortable so i didn’t wanna push anything again” he shrugged. “hamzah i kissed you back for a reason. i wanted it” you reassured. “and i still do” you said, looking away for a second.

he grabbed your chin, turning your face back to his before kissing you. you leaned into the kiss, rubbing your nails at the back of his neck.

the room filled with your mutual satisfied sounds, hamzah pushing his hand up under your sweater. he laid you down against the couch arm, keeping himself steady atop of you.

he slowly pulled the zip down, taking off your sweater off, you willed yourself to follow his lead, wrapping your arms around him. he broke the kiss, “you good, right?” he asked. “yeah, keep going. i want you, hamzah” you reassured. he kissed you again before lining kisses down your jawline and throat. he sucked down on your skin “wait don’t leave any hickeys” you said through a moan.

“too late” he let out a breathy laugh, making you giggle. hamzah let out a soft noise at the feeling of your nails rubbing through his hair. he slowly eased his up under your tank top, reaching up he grabbed a handful of bra. “here, hang on” you sat up, taking off your shirt and throwing it by your sweater. you fiddled with your bra clasp and eased the straps off your shoulders, letting your boobs rest.

hamzah stared at them, mouth agape. “that was a push up bra by the way, so don’t be too disappointed” you joked. “how would i be disappointed. you’re fucking hot” he pulled you atop of him and kissed you, hands firm on your ass.

he kissed down the middle of your chest before his mouth latched on. you sighed in satisfaction when he rolled his tongue.

you subconsciously grinded your hips on his, feeling him grow. “fuck” you winced. you stayed in that position for a while, dry humping each other as he kissed and sucked all over your upper body. you felt yourself getting needier by the minute. “hamzah-“ you started before being interrupted by a knocking on the door. “dude let me in, i forgot my wallet” it was martin.

you looked at hamzah before getting up. he kissed you “go to my bedroom, i’ll be there in a second” he told you and you smirked before leaving the room.

hamzah let him in “ugh thank you, i was worried you fell asleep” martin said, spotting his wallet on the side table.

hamzah looked over his shoulder realizing your shirt and bra were still thrown around on the couch. “imagine i went all the way to spain and forgot this just sitting here” martin chuckled before turning around, hamzah missing the chance to let him not to.

“oou you got chick-fil-a? anything left?” he looked inside a bag before he came face to face with your bra. he turned around, jaw dropped “dude!” he gasped and hamzah grinned.

lvryn

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user HELLO? is this a soft launch?????

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[shegotheruby]

Clownery

Dating an Idol has its ups and downs.

Pro: He's the love of your life. Con: you can't be seen together in public.

Good thing Vernon has a solution (and a strong sex drive).

TW: MDNI / NSFW / 18+ / SMUT / PUBLIC SEX / FLUFFY ENDING / YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.

WC: 4100

Being an idol’s sibling is an interesting social dynamic. You’re not famous, or any more talented than the rest of your friends, but somehow the world thinks you are. People you’ve never met seem to be looking for you to possess that same “star quality” that your sibling does. It’s actually almost laughable when you think about it. You have a few thousand followers and, sure, it’s given you a reason to be a little exciting and daring with your fashion choices, but really, why? You didn’t do anything special. Seungkwan did. He’s the one that left juju and made a name for your family. You’re just sitting back and reaping the benefits of it.

It’s also weird how the internet expects you to make comments on any controversy that catches fire in the news. There’s always a reporter showing up at your doorstep asking about the newest dating scandal (you don’t know anything), or your thoughts on how the company is treating this member (you thought he seemed happy and fine). They wanted to know who you thought was the cutest (they’re your brother’s friends…and they’re not allowed to date…so why would they ask?). On and on for almost ten years now, you’ve practically mastered the art of deflecting… always finding a way to turn the conversation into something positive. DK usually complements you on your ability to remain professional when interviewed. He says you’re the “secret 14th member” of the group.

You know that’s a bullshit compliment, but it’s nice to hear nonetheless.

You’re not sure when it switched for you, when you went from being Seungkwan’s twin sister to suddenly being something else on your own-but gradually it did happen. Suddenly people stopped approaching you about your brother and they started asking about today’s makeup look or the true crime podcast you started with your college roommate. You started developing an image for yourself that - yes, was probably because of your brother - but you also created it on your own. You’re happy. Successful even.

What you’re probably more successful at though, is the art of hiding. For four years, you’ve been dating your brother’s best friend and there are literally only 19 people in the world who know. The thirteen members, you, your parents, and Vernon’s family. Everyone signed an NDA and that’s how you’ve kept it that way. You moved into the same apartment building as the boys, and nobody thought anything of it since your brother literally lives there. Nobody realized that Vernon lives there…with you.

Nobody knows, nobody suspects, and it’s thrilling.

It’s thrilling to you when he’s filming a live and you’re sitting in your underwear behind the camera, relentlessly teasing him without anybody’s knowledge. It’s thrilling when you’re watching their concerts and he locks eyes with you in the crowd with a wink. Everyone in the room thinks it’s for them, but you know who it’s really for. It’s thrilling when you attend a company party as Seungkwan’s plus one, only to sneak away with Vernon when everyone is too preoccupied or drunk to notice. You’ve made out in broom closets and dark hallways, always returning before anyone had the chance to notice.

It’s thrilling for him when you post an instagram photo and he likes it with a burner account - commenting filthy things anyone else would assume is a delusional fan. It’s thrilling for him when you cuddle up after sex and he writes a weverse post about how the “weather” is so veryyy hot today. Thrilling when you go out in public together with Seungkwan as a barrier (he’s a really nice dude for being willing to third wheel all the time), and you can hold hands in the corner booth of the restaurant. So close to getting caught. So dangerous - yet still undiscovered after all this time.

Sneaking around gives both of you a rush, and you’re still not tired of it after all this time. You thought you might be, but as it turns out you’re both homebodies by nature and staying in together most nights really is your ideal evening.

At least you thought it was. Until tonight. When he suggested that you go on a date.

Just the two of you.

Alone.

In public.

Where people will see you.

“Vern” you start - only to get cut off.

“Babe.” He grabs your shoulders. “Don’t you think it will be kind of fun?” a wicked grin starts to spread on his face. He leans forward to whisper in your ear, “Sneaking around under everyone’s noses?”

“I already know it’s fun” you push him a bit with a pout. “But I also like the fact that you haven’t been fired yet.” You cross your arms. “There’s a difference between being risky and being thoughtless.”

“what if I told you” he sings “that I have a plan?”

You raise an eyebrow, allowing him a chance to explain whilst still showing doubt.

“At least hear me out.”

“Okay.”

“Good.” He smiles. “So there’s a horror marathon going on at the movie theater down the street.”

“oh…” you nod

“And people are dressing up…”

you nod again, starting to catch his drift.

“So you’re saying…” you allow your words to trail off

“That we should go in costume.” He finishes, holding up a clown mask from behind his back.

You laugh, You actually laugh out loud and grab him into a hug. “Hansol Vernon Chwe I knew I was in love with you.”

___

Luckily for you, your boyfriend had the whole night planned out as a surprise. Before long you’re wearing matching black jeans with combat boots, striped oversized shirts, black hooded jackets, and clown masks to cover your features. The only thing exposed are your hands, where he’s removed his team ring and replaced it with matching black diamonds the two of you share. You only wear them on special occasions, and never at the same time, but tonight is an exception.

You’re both famous enough that the full coverage mask is necessary, but you don’t mind. You’re going out in public as a couple. You can hold hands and cuddle and do whatever you want and nobody will know its you!!!

Minghao does the honors of dropping you off around the corner from the venue and you walk towards the theater hand in hand. Your boyfriend has already purchased the tickets online, so he wordlessly scans you into the building and leads you to the concessions line. It’s a fun game you play, trying to order the popcorn and drinks in an accent so nobody can guess its you. Vernon takes up an Italian accent that’s not half bad, and you test your luck with Australian (could use some improvement).

You successfully wander into the screening room, where again he’s planned perfectly. Your seats are in the back corner, in a row of only two, so nobody is behind or next to you. You’ve never been so grateful for weird shaped movie theaters. Vernon also did the honors of buying out the row in front of you to provide an extra barrier of privacy. (perks of dating a rich man).

He sits down with his arm wrapped around you and you nuzzle your head into the coziness of his chest. You look up through your mask to see him looking down at you with what is probably fondness? Let’s be honest you can’t totally tell. You sit like that, giggling and chatting amongst yourselves while the trailers play. You share your snacks and joke around popping the popcorn through the tiny mouth holes. It’s cute - in your own little twisted way.

The movie starts and you feel Vernon’s hand start to trail down your arm, playing with the hem of your shirt. Every few seconds his fingers graze your bare skin and it sends fireworks through you. Anything he does sends electricity straight to your core because he’s fucking Vernon. You know everything about each other and how you initiate intimacy. (which you both do frequently). He always starts like this, with soft touches tracing along your body, warming you up slowly until he’s turned you into butter.

Your eyes are on the screen but all of your other senses are feeling his trailing fingers running along the inner seam of your jeans, tracing light circles towards your center. Your first instinct is to push his hand away, but really there’s nothing to worry about. The current scene is loud and intense, a girl running away from a murderer. Everyone is intently watching the plot unfold but all you can think about are the fingers that have made their way dangerously close to your cunt.

“babe” you breathe right into his ear. “do you even care about the movie?”

“what if I said no?” he whispers back, and you feel shivers down your spine.

he brought you here just so he could fulfill some kinky fantasy of semi-public sex or something. and is it kind of crazy that it’s turning you on…?

“I would say prove it.” you breathe, shifting the final inches in your seat to feel his fingers connect with your sweet spot. Even through the thickness of your black denim your body sighs of relief.

Without moving his hand away, he uses his other to lift the mask off of his head. He sets it behind you before pulling his hood up and urging you to do the same. You feel like a teenager who is sneaking out of the house, doing something you know is wrong on so many different levels but you also know this chance won’t come again. Your mask comes off in a beat and you pull the hood up with both hands. From there, they loop around his neck and pull him into a searing kiss. Your tongue is chasing his with passion and his muscles are flexing underneath you. His left hand rests on your hip while his right trails up and under your shirt, resting just beneath your breast, pulling you tighter into him.

You nip at his lip before soothing it with your tongue and you feel him smile. You’re both known for being a little rough in the bedroom but the current situation requires… gentle rough. His hand slips into your bra to pinch at your nipple - a fair consequence for your biting. You continue on like that for who knows how long, being completely lost in the moment, and lost in each other. You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve made out this long without progressing further. No hands in your pants, no hands in his pants, just making out and loving each other completely.

Something about the fact that you’re in public makes it satisfying enough though. Eventually you both jerk away at a particularly loud banging from the movie, and then lightly giggle with the rest of the audience when you realize you’ve been effectively jump scared. You take a moment to assess the crowd in front of you, a group of teenagers giggling and chatting about the plot without any knowledge of what’s happening behind them. You feel some more confidence bubbling up in you and trail your hand down your body until you reach your zipper. You lock eyes with your boyfriend while you slowly pull it down and pull it as far open as the unforgiving fabric will allow.

Vernon gets the hint and pushes his hand inside your black lacy underwear to feel just how wet you’ve gotten. He leans forward to whisper again, “what a risqué girl….dripping untouched from breaking the rules.”

“like you’re any better” you pester, palming his hard on through his pants.

“This is all your fault” he teases, fingers now gaining some traction in circular motions. “I’ll have to make you pay for it later.”

You sigh at the feeling of his hot breath against your neck, eyes rolling towards the ceiling so you can give in to the sensation between your legs. Bad idea, you suppose, because while you weren’t looking Vernon decided it would be a good idea to move from his seat into a kneeling position in front of you. One hand pulls your underwear down and you have to cover your mouth at the gasp you involuntarily let out at the surprise cool air against your clit.

He quickly warms you with a hard lick of his tongue, followed by stiffened motions, flicking against your sensitive bud. You half expect him to plunge a finger inside of you, but you’re also grateful when he doesn’t, because the sounds you would be making would certainly give you away. Instead, one of hands is still holding your underwear down while the other is pinning you back into the seat with recognizable force. your right hand is glued over your mouth and your left is in-between his head and the hood so you can grip his hair. You nearly moan when he looks up at you, brown curls sticking to his forehead in a thin layer of sweat.

The only thing you can do to stay silent is bite down on your hand and buck your hips into him (a difficult task proven how strong he is, even with one hand). Your eyes flick to the screen when a new scene comes on and you tug on Vernon’s head hard enough for him to stop his ministrations. You both sit there, frozen, while the scene plays out. It’s completely silent - no background music or noise at all. The main character’s breathing is the only sound to fill the room, and you can’t stand to move a muscle or even breathe too loudly, in case someone decides to turn around. So you sit there, fingers curled in your boyfriends hair, in an extremely compromising position, watching the fucking movie. It’s laughable, the situation you’re in. What’s not laughable, is his devious little smile as he pushes forward to SUCK on your clit. your hips buck again and the hand that was in his hair moments before launches on top of the other one to cover your mouth, begging and willing yourself to stay silent through the sudden intensity of pleasure.

He keeps going, fingers building back up some momentum until you’re fully writhing underneath him, begging with your eyes to slow down because you know some sort of sound is about to come out because you’re going to cum. You feel the bubbles building up in your stomach, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to whine or cry or moan or scream. You allow one hand to fall back down to his head where you weakly try to push him away with no luck. All of your muscles are tensing up and the last thing you can do before exploding is griping his shoulder for dear life, nails digging into him hard enough to draw blood were it not for the double layer of clothing he has on.

You try to be quiet, you really do, but it’s impossible. You let out a shriek as you come undone, Vernon working you through the murderous orgasm with his tongue. You consider it a blessing from the universe when the jump scare finally hits, because the movie picks up in volume and erupts into a chase scene, everyone in the audience also screaming or hiding into their loved ones arms, and nobody seems to pay your noises any mind. Vernon, however takes it as a sign to zip your pants back up and rise to rest his hands on the wall behind you, caging you in. You’re seeing absolute fireworks, vision hazy when you finally focus on his greedy little smile.

“Happy Anniversary Darling.” He grins, sitting back down and taking a sip of his soda.

You just smile like an idiot. “Happy anniversary.”

__

The rest of the movie flies by in a blur, and you have your masks on again before anyone can spot you. Minghao picks you up around the corner to drive you home. You try not to feel each other up in the backseat…with minimal effort in Hao’s opinion.

He drops you off in the parking garage and the trip up the elevator is equally a blur. You see red. You literally haven’t thought of anything except for Vernon’s dick inside of you for the past hour and a half. You’re both practically skipping to your door, which is not common for your boyfriend, but he’ll do anything when you’re dragging him along.

You make it inside and drag him straight into the bedroom, clothes flying off as you go. Now that you’re finally alone, you’re ready to give him hell. You shove him down onto the mattress and climb over to straddle him in your lacy set. His eyes go straight to the see through lace of your top while you lean forward. You keep leaning until you’re resting on your elbows, mouth hovering over his.

“Do you know how much trouble you’re in?” You question, the ghost of a kiss hovering in the air.

“I’m hoping for a very long punishment.” he smirks, closing the gap and kissing you with more passion than the movie theater would have allowed. You were a tangle of spit and teeth and tongues and hands pulling and scratching. You rolled over so he was on top, where you preferred him, and clawed up his back while you kissed. His fingers quickly found your waistband and pulled it down, your hips bucking up to help him undress you.

Two fingers entered at the same time, and you knew whenever he started with that what his mission was. Your boyfriend was not prepared to make you cum on his fingers, he was prepared to stretch you out and make a home inside you. You moaned his name as he scissored his fingers open and shut, reminding you of the first time he stretched you out like this. He was so nervous back then, careful not to hurt you. Now, if he hurt you ever so slightly he considered that a plus. He was a firm believer in the balance between pain and pleasure.

“You’re lucky i’m in a good mood” you breathed in between his movements. “after pulling that little” -you release an unintentional moan - “stunt” -another breath. “You deserve to watch me while you’re handcuffed to the fucking chair.”

Your boyfriend just chuckles at the effect he has on you. “Come on.” he moans into your core. “You liked it.”

He’s right. You did like it. But you have a bit of brat in you and you don’t want to admit that you liked it.

He pulls his fingers out and lines himself up with your hole, plunging deep inside in one thrust. He sits there for a few moments before moving, feeling you adjust around him as you arch your back, toes curling and the sudden fullness.

“I like THAT.” You answer, trying to regain a steady breathing rhythm. He never fails to make you feel full and satisfied from the first second he fucks you.

His hands travel up your body to unclasp your bra. He pulls it off of you and discards it on the floor with your other items before moving to grab your breasts. You catch his wrists before he can fully realize what you’re doing, and you shove your arms above your head, pulling him forward. He catches himself at the last second before colliding with your face, angling his cock even deeper into you. You groan at the sensation and giggle at the ability you had to catch him off guard like that. He leans forward, seemingly for a kiss and when you open up for him he lifts up higher and spits.

he spits.

into your mouth.

“try that again, sweetheart, I dare you.”

You swallow and reach above your head to grab his wrists again, this time separating and pulling your arms out to the side. If he really wanted to get out of your grasp, he could, but he finds it cute when you try to play with him like this. He allows his body to fall flat onto yours, head landing on the bed right beside you. You wrap your legs around his hips and hug onto him, relishing in the way that his thrusts continued at a steady pace throughout your teasing. When your arms wrap around him, he lifts up just enough to snake his arms behind your back too. barreling into you while you’re pressed together, no space left between you.

You can’t really tell where your body ends and where his starts, all you know is that your brain is mush. Everything is hazy and your ears are ringing. The only thing you know is him. Vernon, Vernon, Vernon, “fuck.”

“feel good?” he asks, thrusts starting to feel more erratic.

“so close sol, keep going.” You moan inchoherently.

His hand snakes between you to draw tight circles on your clitoris, each one gaining pressure until you snap. You feel it like a volcano erupting, like fireworks shooting off, like a rocket blasting into space. You see white and black and everything and nothing. He grips onto the sheets next to you as he works you through your orgasm, the clenching and pulsating sensation sending him spiraling over the edge into his own.

You’re not sure how long you lay there for, probably at least five minutes before either of you can speak. His brain turns back on first, pulling out of you and moving to stand up. You know he likes to clean you up, but you don’t want him to go yet, so you weakly pull him back until you’re laying in each others arms, facing each other in a hug. You hook a leg up and around him to make sure he can’t leave, and he laughs, rolling you over and snaking off the other side of the bed. You whine and make grabby hands at him but he just shakes his head and walks into your en suite bathroom.

You hear the bathtub running and see him through the mirror getting a washcloth wet. He comes back into the bedroom and starts cleaning you up, back to his calm and gentle demeanor you’re used to 90% of the time. He peppers you with soft kisses before carrying you koala style back into the bathroom once he can hear the bathtub getting fuller. You relax into the warm bubbles while he changes the sheets and smile when he comes back, crawling into the bath with you.

He sits behind you and gives you a light massage on the shoulders while you draw lazy circles in the foamy suds.

“Vernon.” You speak up, head feeling both clear and dizzy with love for him, all at the same time.

“yes?” he hums.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“And even if I have to hide it from the rest of the world forever..I don’t care. I want to be with you forever.”

“Me too.” he hums, kissing your shoulder blade. “You’re my world.”

You blush a little, despite being with him for so long, but you can’t help it. He makes you giddy and happy with the smallest displays of affection.

You both could certainly stay in the bath until it gets cold, and sometimes you do, but tonight your boyfriend has one last surprise, so he helps you up and dries you off. You dress in some baggy black sweatpants and one of his T-Shirts and sit on the bed, where he instructs you to wait for him.

You kick your feet back and forth while you wait, feeling spoiled since you’ve already been quite surprised and pampered tonight.

It takes a bit longer than you expected, but about 10 minutes later he calls you into the living room.

You pad out in your slippers and stop in the doorway, jaw dropping to the floor.

There, in the middle of the living room is your boyfriend, looking like a loser of a teenager holding up a poster like it’s a promposal. He’s holding a dozen roses and he lit candles. His paper says “will you go public with me?” in his horrible handwriting and you love it. You’ve never loved anything, or anyone more.

Your hands cover your growing smile and you walk forwards to wrap him in a hug.

“Yes. Hansol Vernon Chwe I will absolutely go public with you!! And I will go out to concerts with you and watch movies with you and eat at restaurants and be so sickeningly in love that nobody can tell us that we’re anything but meant for each other.”

You kiss him on the mouth and the cheek and the nose and all over his face and he has his gummy smile on display that you love so much.

“I love you, I love you, I love you!”

And you’re not totally sure what all of this entails, but you can’t wait to figure it out with him, together.

___

[hungermakesmonsters]

Just want to take a moment to congratulate you on 500 followers! You absolutely deserve it and more! I love your ideas and your writing. Can I request a blurb with a headstrong reader who is always used to fixing things herself but Billy just wants to take care of her? I like the idea of PA reader, kinda like Donna & Harvey in Suits! Maybe something like reader gets “stood up” by an Anvil client whose interest in you got Billy clear on how he feels and jealous on someone else seeing your worth?

I used to love Suits... but I never finished watching it so I don't know what happened with the whole Darvey situation but I LOVED their dynamic in the first few seasons of the show (and also just how weird and awkward it was when Max Beesley's character was going out for Donna for a while). So, yeah, this was definitely fun to write and I hope I've managed to catch enough of the awesome Donna energy in the reader character here! (Also now I'm going to have to start watching Suits again)

Don't Have to Say You Love Me

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : M 

Warnings : [This is 18+ only, minors DNI] Smutty behaviour.  

You placed his coffee and lunch down in front of him, immediately drawing his attention upwards.

"Is that —"

"A large flat white and a toasted BLT with extra sauce," you said, knowing full well how he liked to take his lunch on a Friday. By this point you were almost offended that he dared to ask.

"And have you got —"

"The research on the Collins account and the two government contracts Senator Williams wants to discuss," you interrupted as you pulled three files from beneath your arm and placed them down.

His eyes narrowed on you, mind obvious racing, trying to find something you hadn't thought of.

"What about —"

"Yes, I've had someone from maintenance fix the AC in the meeting room because I know you don't like having the Senator in your office around the good scotch."

Everything was sorted. Everything he could possibly ask of you, and he knew why — he was just waiting for you to say it. You didn't want to have to say it, because you knew exactly what his reaction would be.

But you knew Billy Russo. You knew how fucking stubborn he could be.

It'd probably amuse him to keep you standing there all day like a lemon.

After a few seconds you let out a huff.

"You do remember that I'm leaving early today, right?" You asked, drawing attention to the elephant in the room.

You weren't even sure why Billy was so annoyed that you'd gone and gotten yourself a date — he was stringing along half the women in New York, so why did it matter that you'd finally found someone who was interested in you?

"Right, how could I forget?" He said and you could hear the disdain in his voice. "I still can't believe you're going out with Thompson."

"Why not?" You asked, really not in the mood for his snarky behaviour. You both knew each other better than that.

"He just so —"

"Rich?" You offered. "Handsome? British?"

"Boring. He's not right for you, he doesn't deserve you."

You rolled your eyes. "And what would you know about what's right for me, Billy?"

The question was met with the expected silence. You'd long since given up on any fancy notion of him actually seeing you or admitting to the undeniable tension that had permeated your relationship since you first started working for him years ago.

What had once been a will they, would they, could they, had be stamped with a big red absolutely not by him and his inaction.

"Enjoy your date," he said, like he was driving the final nail into the coffin.

You couldn't remember exactly what you told him as you left his office, but it didn't matter. The pair of you argued, you always had. You'd made it clear from the start that, just because you were his PA, you weren't there to take any of his shit. You did your job and you were damned good at it — he was lucky to have you, lucky that you still wanted to work for him when there were so many other firms that would love to have you.

But you were loyal if you had one fault. Endlessly loyal when it came to Anvil and when it came to Billy Russo.

The one thing you weren't, however, was an idiot. Davis Thompson was funny, charming and rich, and sure, you might have met him through work, but you at least owed it to yourself to see where it would go.

And, where it went, as it turned out, was absolutely nowhere.

You'd been stood up before — you were a big girl, getting snubbed by a man who couldn't even bother to text was not going to end your world. (Though it might give you the urge to key his car the next time he had a meeting at Anvil.)

You got to the bar early, and you waited.

And waited.

You ordered yourself a drink, and you waited.

You gave up on him showing, but you decided to have another glass of wine because, why not? And, while you were making bad decisions, you decided to add another to the list and text Billy.

Don't go getting smug, but you were right.

It took less than a minute for his reply to come through.

He bored you that much already?

You found yourself smiling, even as you rolled your eyes.

Didn't even show up.

Despite feeling somewhat embarrassed, you knew that Billy wasn't on the other end of the phone laughing at you. He wasn't like that. Not when it came to you. (He was probably planning on keying Thompson's car too now.)

You put your phone down on the bar and ordered another drink, only half-surprised when it didn't buzz with another message from Billy. It was fine. It was Friday, he was probably busy on a date of his own. You had your wine, you were happy, you'd maybe have one more, then —

"Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?"

In any other circumstances the bad pick-up line would have had you seriously considering throwing your drink, but you recognised the voice immediately and before you could even turn your head, Billy Russo was sitting at the bar beside you.

"Please tell me you've never used that line on a woman you actually wanted to sleep with," you said, barely biting back a laugh.

"I have," he answered, waving down the bar tender and ordering a glass of what you were drinking.

"And did it work?"

"I'll let you know at the end of the night."

"Oh, ha ha, very funny." You rolled your eyes. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Thought you might want some company since Thompson was a no-show."

For a few seconds you were willing to accept his answer, but it didn't exactly hold up under scrutiny.

"I text you literally five minutes ago; how did you get here so quick?" You asked, eyes narrowing.

"I was in the neighbourhood?"

He almost looked sheepish, embarrassed even, and you had no idea why. A dusting of pink spread across his cheeks and, for a second, he could barely even look at you.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" And, then when he looked at you, you felt an unsettling feeling in you gut. "What did you do?"

You'd always been good at reading him, at seeing right through him. And, right then, he had the look of a guilty man struggling to explain himself.

"Don't get angry —"

"Don't ask me not to get angry if you're going to say something that makes me angry, Billy," you warned.

He took a drink. "I might have cancelled your date —"

"You did what?"

Un-fucking-believable.

Actually, no. It was entirely fucking-believable. And that was what pissed you off the most. He'd ruined your date because of — what? Some selfish sense of jealousy and entitlement, because if he didn't want you, no one else should.

You start to move, standing only to find his fingers on your wrist.

"Wait —" he started, almost sounding panicked.

"I did wait, Billy," you said, admitting far more than you ever wanted to. "I waited for years. For you. And what were you doing? Fucking half of New York."

It was the first time you'd dared utter anything of the sort aloud, the first time either of you had openly admitted to the unspoken, unacted-upon feelings between you.

You tugged against his grip on you, but Billy held tight as you struggled against him.

"Let me go," you said.

"No," Billy answered, getting to his feet, standing in front of you. "I'm not letting you go again."

Before you could even think to question what the fuck he meant, his lips were on yours and your whole world seemed to come to a screeching halt. For a few sweet seconds, you were frozen, indulging in something you'd barely allowed yourself to dream about, but how could you trust it? How could you trust him when he was only kissing you because he'd been jealous, because he'd thought you were finally going to find happiness with someone else.

You pulled back from the kiss, enough to see the flicker of hurt in his eyes and the worry on his face.

"This better not be a game, Billy," you warned him. "I'm not one of your girls that you can pick up and drop whenever you —"

He cut you off with another kiss, his arm winding around you waist and pulling you against him. And you let him. You allowed yourself to melt into the warmth of his body, you fingers gripping his shirt at his waist, just beneath his jacket.

"No more games," he muttered against your lips. "I can't lose you. I won't. I'm sick of pretending that I don't want you — that I don't love you."

Your heart stuttered, knowing the weight that that word bore for Billy. He'd never used it when talking about any of the other women, and you knew it wasn't the sort of thing he'd say without meaning it.

Still, you couldn't bring yourself to say it back. Not yet, not when some part of you still ached over his treatment of you.

"Take me home," you said, daring to hope that this wasn't just some pipe dream that would vanish the moment he'd had you in his bed.

Not that you made it as far as his bed.

He'd taken you by the hand a pulled you out of the bar, into the cold New York air — his car was park a block over, it should have been a quick, short walk if it hadn't been for you pulling him back for another kiss. Then, before either of you could think, you found yourself in an alleyway, pressed back against a wall as Billy kissed you.

Years of tension quickly came to the fore, your fingers gripping his jacket, his shirt, his hair — anything you could get hold of, anything you could use to keep him close. And all the while, he kissed you. You couldn't get enough of him.

Things quickly reached boiling point, your fingers tugging at the fastenings of his pants while he lifted your dress. There was no slow build, no teasing foreplay, once you'd freed his cock, you found yourself lifted and —

"Fuck," you moaned against his lips, "fuck, fuck, fuck — Billy."

He buried himself inside you in a single fluid movement, stopping when every inch of him was hilted.

His forehead pressed against yours as you both stilled, already breathless, and both entirely overwhelmed.

"Billy," you said in a low whine, your fingers gripping his hair.

His eyes opened and he looked at you through the gloom of the alley.

"I love you," he said softly, like he'd finally realised the gravity of the situation.

He started to move with slow but deep thrusts, not quite making love to you, but doing all he could to show you that this meant something. He alternated between kissing your lips and your neck, and you found yourself leaning into his every touch as pleasure started to coil inside you.

Your legs tightened around his waist, keeping him close, never wanting to let him go. And when you came it was with four little words.

"I love you too."

[yyaktayak]

Chapter 2💌

tags ! : @uceyliyahh @charmed-dreamssss @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account

DAMIANXKEOIR

Kemani Keoir August

-Kemani's POV

After Damian left, I took a deep breath, focusing back on Jey. The injury to his leg wasn't too serious, but it had been nagging him for weeks. He'd pushed through it, of course wrestlers always did but I could tell he was starting to feel the toll. It was just the nature of the job.

I finished up with him, giving him a few exercises to do over the next couple of days. He gave me a thankful nod, then limped out of the room, probably headed straight to grab some food or rest.

As soon as the door closed behind him, I leaned back in my chair for a second, closing my eyes. The world around me was loud, full of energy, but my own little corner of it was peaceful. Just the way I liked it.

I picked up my phone again, scrolling past Michin's latest message. I'd been avoiding it, but I knew I couldn't keep dodging her. I opened the chat and read her latest reply: "Stop holding on to that hurt before you miss out on something good!"

I sighed, unsure of how to respond. I washolding onto the past, wasn't I? It wasn't just Young Thug, though. It was everything. The people I'd trusted. The chances I never took. The love I kept locked away. I wasn't ready to give it up. But Michin didn't give up on me. Ever.

A new message popped up from her "Also saw the way Damian's been looking at you 👀"

My heart skipped a beat. I had noticed it too—Damian's presence was different, but I wasn't about to read too much into it. He was just doing his job. Right?

I set my phone down, deciding to push those thoughts aside for now. Work had to come first. Always

Lyke Kaien Martinez

-Damian's POV

I walked down the hall, hands shoved deep in my pockets, mind still partially on the session I'd just witnessed. Jey was in good hands with Kemani, no doubt about it. The way she handled him, the way she carried herself calm, focused, professional. There was an ease to her that made it clear she knew exactly what she was doing. And I respected that.

But there was something else. Something I couldn't quite pinpoint.

I shook my head. Focus, Damian. I was just here to make sure Jey was taken care of, nothing more. Still, I found myself replaying the way she'd been during the session how effortlessly she took charge of everything. It was impressive.

I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and leaned against the wall outside her office for a second, thinking about the day ahead. That's when I got a notification on my phone. It was from her.

I didn't even realize I'd been following her on social media until now. She had posted something simple: "Love ain't always complicated."I couldn't help but think it was a subtle reminder that life didn't have to be as messy as I sometimes made it.

Maybe she's got it figured out, I thought, half-smiling to myself.

I looked at the time. I had a meeting in five minutes. I should probably get moving. I made my way back toward the locker rooms, my mind still lingering on Kemani. I wasn't about to dive into anything too quickly, but I couldn't deny that something about her intrigued me.

For now, I had to focus on the job. But somewhere deep down, I knew that wasn't the last time our paths would cross.

As I left the hallway, I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe I was starting to understand why Jey had been so reluctant to leave her office. There was something calming about being around her, something that made the weight of the day feel just a little bit lighter

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[brittlebonesstanley]

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thought ‘what if the vintage skins were more in line with actual 1930’s cartoons design sensibilities’ and promptly went mental. plus a bonus two-tone dandy ! since he’s not playable and all

so some things i learned as i was doing this:

-solo cups were not invented until the 70s, so scraps has a tin can as part of her tail instead

-hoodies WERE invented in the 30s but were generally worn by warehouse workers bc of the cold. they didn’t get worn by the general public until the 70s, so toodles and cosmo are Not wearing them

-leg warmers were invented in the 40s but also didn’t get popular until the 70s so glisten’s legs get to be naked. sad !

-GASHAPONS WEREN’T INVENTED UNTIL THE 60s. GIGI SHOULDN’T EVEN EXIST HERE. BUT I DIDN’T FIND THAT OUT UNTIL I WAS DONE DRAWING ALL THIS. OOPS !!!

other than that it was just a lot of ‘put gloves and/or shoes and/or pants on them. sometimes noses’

under the cut is All of them together and then also the sketch :]

[welcometoqueer]

I haven’t really seen any of the more recent U.S. election news hitting tumblr yet so here’s some updates (now edited with sources added):

There’s evidence of Trump cheating and interfering with the election.

Possible Russian interference.

Mail-in ballots are not being counted or “recognized” in multiple (notably swing) states.

30+ bomb threats were called in and shut down polling stations on Election Day.

20+ million votes are still unaccounted for, and that’s just to have the same voter turnout as 2020.

There was record voter turnout and new/first-time voter registration this year. We definitely should be well over the turnout in 2020.

U.S. citizens are using this site to demand, not only a recount, but a complete investigation into election fraud and interference for the reasons stated above:

Here is what I submitted as an example:

An investigation for election interference and fraud is required. We desperately need a recount or even a revote. The American people deserve the right to a free and fair election. There has been evidence unveiled of Trump cheating and committing election fraud which is illegal. There is some evidence of possible Russian interference. At least 30+ bomb threats were called in to polling places. Multiple, notably swing states, have ballots unaccounted for and voting machines not registering votes. Ballots and ballot boxes were tampered with and burned. Over 20 million votes that we know of are unaccounted for. With record turnout and new voter registration this year, there should be no possibility that there are less votes than even in the 2020 election.

Sources (working on finding more links but if anyone wants to add info, it’s appreciated):

FBI addressing Russian interference and bomb threats:

Emails released by Rachael Bellis (private account, can’t share original tweet) confirming Trump committing election fraud:

Pennsylvania's Centre County officials say they are working with their ballot scanner vendor to figure out why the county's mail-in ballot data is "not being recognized when uploaded to the elections software:”

Wisconsin recount:

[ID:

Multiple screenshots and images.

The first is a screenshot with a link and information for contacting the White House directly regarding election fraud. The instructions include choosing to leave a comment to President Joe Biden directly and to select election security as the reason.

The screenshot then instructs people to include any or all of the following information in a paragraph as a comment to the president:

32 fake bomb threats were called into Democratic leaning poll places, rendering polling places closed for at least an hour.

A lot of people reporting their ballots were not counted for various reasons.

This all occurred in swing states.

This is too coincidental that these things happen and swing in his favor after months of hinting at foul play.

Directly state that an investigation for tampering, interference, fraud is required, not just a recount.

The second image is from the FBI Twitter account that reads:

The FBI is aware of bomb threats to polling locations in several states, many of which appear to originate from Russian email domains. None of the threats have been determined to be credible thus far. https://t.co/j3YfajVK1m — FBI (@FBI) November 5, 2024

The next four Gmail screenshots of an email sent to Rachael Bellis from Chris T. Spackman that read together as follows:

Dear BELLIS, RACHAEL E., The Dauphin County Board of Elections received a challenge to your absentee ballot you applied for in the November 5, 2024 General Election. The challenge argues that a provision of the Pennsylvania Election Code takes precedence over the federal Uniformed and Overseas Citizens Absentee Voting Act (UOCAVA), which requires states and counties to permit U.S. citizens who move overseas to vote by absentee ballot for federal offices based on their last U.S. residential address.

The full text of the challenge that was filed appears below this email.

You may respond to the challenge in any of the following ways:

1. Call the Bureau of Registration and Election at (717) 780-6360;

2. Email a statement to the Bureau at Election election@dauphincounty.gov. Any statement you submit regarding the period during which you lived in Dauphin County, any family or connections that you still have here, and why you are now residing abroad would be read into the record.

3. Appear in person at a Board of Elections hearing scheduled for Friday, November 8 at a time to be determined in the Commissioners Public Hearing Room, 4th floor of Dauphin County Administration Building, 2 S 20d St, Harrisburg, PA 17111. The meeting is also likely to be livestreamed on Facebook on the Dauphin County channel.

Sincerely,

Christopher T Spackman

TEXT OF CHALLENGE BEGINS

Dear Dauphin County Board of Elections,

I am submitting this challenge to an absentee ballot application pursuant to 25 Pa. Stat.

3146.8(f).

25 Pa. Stat. 3146.8(f) Any person challenging an application for an absentee ballot, an absentee ballot, an application for a mail-in ballot or a mail-in ballot for any of the reasons provided in this act shall deposit the sum of ten dollars ($10.00) in cash with the county board, which sum shall only be refunded if the challenge is sustained or if the challenge is withdrawn within five (5) days after the primary or election. If the challenge is dismissed by any lawful order then the deposit shall be forfeited. The county board shall deposit all deposit money in the general fund of the…

The rest of the forwarded email is cut off.

The last image is a screenshot of the official statement from the Centre County, Pennsylvania Board of Commissioners released on November 6, 2024 that states:

Centre County Working with Ballot Scanner Vendor to Export Election Results.

(Bellefonte, PA) -Centre County Elections Office is working continuously to provide mail-in ballot data in order to post unofficial results.

To this point, all ballots have been scanned, including all mail-in ballots.

Centre County's Election team and IT team have identified that the data are successfully being exported from the mail-in ballot scanners, but that the data is not being recognized when uploaded to the elections software.

Centre County's Administrator, John Franek, Jr. stated, "We have not stopped working, and we will continue to work until unofficial results are posted and reported to the Pennsylvania Department of State."

As a next step, Centre County has begun working with the equipment vendor to adjust configurations to make the two systems-the mail-in ballot scanner and the elections software where data are uploaded -compatible with one another.

We will provide updates as we make progress.

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[hydenine]

hey

hey tumblr

hey @staff

why did I only just find out TODAY that if you block someone, it only blocks them from interacting with your main blog... AND THAT THEY CAN STILL SEE AND INTERACT WITH ALL YOUR SIDEBLOGS UNLESS YOU GO INTO EACH OF YOUR SIDEBLOG'S SETTINGS ON DESKTOP AND MANUALLY BLOCK EACH BLOG INDIVIDUALLY THERE TOO??

[viro-lil-goat]

I really hope this reaches more people, I'm only reposting this information from Instagram, the least that I can do. (Update: I changed their upbringing as it appears to have been listed wrong) Wiki page

When I just saw this information I couldn't stop crying thinking about it, and now my heart aches. They were the same age as me, I know for a fact like any other teen they dreamt of their future, who they would want to become, what to achieve, create, wondering if they meet those in the future they can call friends, wondeting if it'll get better when they grow up, maybe wished to leave that terrible place or maybe wanted to stay. How could anyone let this happen, why were they discharged from hospital so easily? And the school, we all know why. I hate to think about how, even with all the progress made, these things still happen.

"murdered schoolgirl Brianna Ghey on February 16, 2023. Candlelit vigils are being held across the UK this week for Brianna Ghey, 16, who was stabbed at Linear Park in Culcheth, Cheshire last Saturday. Brianna was a transgender girl and police are now investigating her killing as a hate crime. A boy and girl, both 15, have been charged with her murder"

An article that explains trans hate crime murders as on 2023

I hate everyone who have ever committed such vile hate crimes, I wish them in prison and hell. But i would never go down to their level. But I also blame the government, the school, and even those bigoted online accounts that teach their followers hate. In this case LibsOfTikTok, who targeted the teacher of this school, who supports lgbtq+, so they had to leave their position. It must have been the push for this to happen. I think their tiktok account has been thankfully deleten. But i have no idea about Twitter or any other. Please check and mass report them if it still exists. (Link to Instagram reel that this information is from)

ADDITION, PLEASE MASS REPORT THESE ACCOUNTS

[gauntletqueen]

Hi Zoey. Asking from a place of ignorance, could you please explain why Threads is dogshit?

Threads is the Hot New Garbagedump by Certified Scum Of The Earth and Facebook/Meta owner Zuckerburg. It is like if twitter was even worse.

There is ONLY a For You page, meaning you can never just see the posts from your followed accounts who, yknow, you followed for the purpose of seeing their posts.You can't see those. you have to see the algorithm's posts ONLY. You also require an instagram to get full access to all the features like Posting Images. You need a separate social media account to properly access this new social media. And once you've done so, the only way to delete your Threads account, is to delete you instagram account. The Whole Thing. For Some Fucking Reason. Not to mention, obviously since it's zuckerburg, the thing syphons your personal information like crazy, worse still than twitter.

Like ALL your data. as much as it can get. (Love that it says "Other Data" btw. Nice subtle way of saying "whatever else we want") ALSO wouldn't you know it? It's fucking banned in the EU because it violates a bunch of fucking privacy laws!! So it's DEFINITELY not safe to use!

It is as predatory and exploitative as can be, created by someone that we collectively agreed Sucks Shit and Has No Empathy For Human Life and Individuality, and nobody should be touching it with a ten foot pole let alone sign up for it. Not even to test the waters or because it's where everyone is heading, or to see how bad it is for yourself. It doesn't matter if you're joining to get an account ready in case the platform ends up the new big thing. You're feeding the statistics. Even if you're not using that account, Zuckerburg can show the number of signups to shareholders and investors to prove to them that it's viable. Instead of jumping on the bandwagon in case it succeeds, inform people why they shouldn't join, to reduce its chance of success! It's like strikes and protests; The more of us get the word out, the more effective it'll be!

[greenglowinspooks]

To be honest. DCxDP where the reason Danny meets the bats is Ace the Bat-hound

Like, just think about it for a second. Danny is in Gotham for college, or maybe he just moved out to find a city where having mad scientist parents isn’t actually that unusual.

He can see ghosts.

The ghosts know this.

Now he’s getting harassed left and right by spirits trying to get closure. Fine, whatever, most of them are a one-and-done type deal, and the amount of ghosts trying to get his help steadily decreases.

Except for this one very stubborn dog.

It just keeps showing up and leading him to crime scenes! He doesn’t know how many “anonymous tips” he can call in to the cops before they trace his phone! And this dog, this incredibly good boy, will not stop trying to help the city. He’s never met anyone with such a strong sense of justice, let alone a dog. Can dogs even have a moral compass?

And so Danny just accepts the fact that Ace isn’t going anywhere and becomes his reluctant sidekick/dedicated medium. He leans into the whole thing, dressing up in a mix of traditional magic-user attire and accessories that pay homage to the ghost dog.

He becomes somewhat well known. The psychopomp detective following around the shadowy figure of a German Shepard? That’s unusual! That’s weird! I mean, it’s not the weirdest thing in Gotham, sure, but he’s a new vigilante and he’s got a ghost dog that people can only see when it’s around him. Someone’s gonna notice.

Damian, as Robin, is the first to reach out to him.

Ace doesn’t know Damian but he does know a Robin, and while this isn’t his Robin, he’s still friendlier than usual. Danny’s panicking because oh god the bats are here and also is this kid gonna steal my ghost dog, Damian is absolutely delighted by Ace, and Ace is just happy to see a Robin again.

Damian decides that the psychopomp isn’t a danger to anyone, and there’s no reason to put this encounter into his reports, really, and perhaps Danny can help with some of his cases in the future.

Danny is sweating bullets because Damian basically tells him that he’ll keep him secret as long as he gets to play with Ace. Ace is happy that he’s finally getting some bat affiliated crime-fighting assistance.

And so, Danny is now both Ace AND Damian’s reluctant assistant. At least whenever he’s in trouble, he can always call a middle schooler to help him.

(Is Robin even in school? He’s out patrolling damn near every night, and he stays out late as hell. Does he have a bedtime? He should.)

Eventually it gets to the point where Damian is going over to Danny’s house. When he first sees it, he has a damn bitch you live like this moment, to which Danny responds that not everyone has the money to afford a nice place. Damian counters that he could at least take the time to clean up, and Danny replies that he’s working, going to school, and being a vigilante assistant to a ghost dog, something’s got to give.

Danny nearly has a heart attack when he checks his bank account the next day and sees that someone transferred him 10,000 dollars.

And so they get into a routine. Danny and Damian fight crime with Ace at night, and occasionally Damian stops by during the day to play with Ace and have Danny help with his homework.

(Damian is smart enough to do it on his own, but some of the instructions are written incredibly confusingly, and he would never admit to needing help to his family. Danny is just glad that the kid is in school and cares about his education, blissfully unaware that he’s basically emotionally adopted him.)

Damian is used to being in Danny’s company.

Eventually, when going over a case with the family, Damian absentmindedly remarks that he’ll have to ask Danny about some of the clues that they might be missing. Nightwing asks who he means and Damian makes a face like he just swallowed a lemon.

Cue shitstorm.

Who is “Danny?” Why is Damian willing to ask for help from anyone, much less someone outside of the family? Does he know who Damian is? Has Damian been compromised? What the hell is going on?

Damian now has to explain that Danny is the psychopomp with the ghost dog who he might have met hunted down while on patrol and conveniently not mentioned, but he’s not a bad person, really, and he lets him play with Ace, and he’s been quite helpful on certain cases due to his ability to talk to ghosts.

Bruce insists that the family meet Danny. Damian, hoping that he won’t just skip town the second he hears the news, relents.

Danny is surprisingly eager to meet the bats, considering his earlier fears.

Damian, blissfully unaware of what’s coming, sets a time and place to meet.

Once everyone is there, he gives Bruce the earful of a lifetime.

Robin is in middle school! Danny knows that there’s no way to stop the boy from going on patrol, but you could at least shift his schedule so he gets enough sleep on school nights! Does the Bat even know where he is half the time?! (No) And why isn’t he comfortable asking his family for help with both cases and homework? Did they ever even notice how much time he was spending at Danny’s house? If Danny was a bad person, he could have seriously hurt the poor boy! Shame on you!

Nightwing is mortified that Damian didn’t trust him enough to tell him about any of this. Red Hood is laughing his ass off, because yeah Danny is making good points but he’s also chewing out the literal Batman. Tim is recording the whole thing. Steph is delighted by the absolute gall of this Danger Twink™️, and already planning to add him to several groupchats. Damian is more embarrassed than he’s ever been in his entire life.

You, he points to Nightwing, did your academic life feel supported when you were a Robin? Nightwing is too stunned to speak. Red Hood, eternal shit-stirrer, says that oh, we all prioritized patrol over our education, that’s just how it is. Red Robin actually dropped out of high school to avoid distractions, did you know that?

Danny honest-to-god shrieks at this.

He finishes his angry rant and leaves, everyone too stunned to stop him.

And as it turns out, Tim wasn’t the only person recording the whole thing.

The entire internet is blowing up with Psychopomp The Danger Twink™️’s rant. People are taking sides. Things are getting messy. Red Hood literally admitting on-camera to previously being a Robin is somehow not the main focus here.

Eventually someone connects some dots from the video, as well as stories circling the internet about the psychopomp. A ghost dog named Ace, who is the literal only reason that the psychopomp is fighting crime at all, which seems incredibly fond of Nightwing and Robin.

A crime-fighting dog who wants constant attention from both the current and original Robin.

Oh my god, Ace the Bat-hound died and became a crime-fighting ghost.

And, somehow, that’s still not the strangest thing going on in Gotham.

[itsrlymine]

All You Have to “Do” is Acknowledge It’s Already Done. Seriously. That's It.

Law of Assumption. Reality Creation. Shifting. Manifesting.

Whatever the fuck you want to call it, you need to know that as the creator and the center of your youniverse, you deadass have it already. Anything. I mean anything. You want a new house? Babe you are reading this from your new kitchen. You want a new car? You literally just left the grocery store and everyone was asking you how much money you spent on it. $250K isn’t the craziest amount to pay for a car so why were they all freaking out?? You want an sp?? Didn’t they just finish giving you that gwak gawk— My point is… Everything is done now. It’s your choice to believe that it isn’t that allows that illusion to appear before you. Reality has to follow your rules because reality is you. 

If you keep asking questions, reality will question you. It’s not hard, it’s a change in mindset. Acknowledging that what you “wish” to experience is no longer a wish but a part of your life. Change the way you speak about your life starting now. 

“Oh but can I get my sp back even though they—“ 

Not unless you say you can boo. Not unless you know they are peaking over your shoulder trying to read what you’re seeing on your screen right now. 

“Oh but I want go to my dream university and I don’t know if I—“ 

Please be so fr. Aren’t you supposed to go to a dorm party later tonight?

You don’t hope and pray your Tumblr account is still active as soon as you leave the app. You have this inner knowing it’s still there and will “show up” next time you want to doom scroll. So why is it different for your “desires” now? How can you desire something you already have? Do you desire the skill to read when you already know how to????

It is easy when you say it is. When you know your words aren’t going into some void to never return. When you know that God is speaking and when God speaks, everybody gets in place and acts accordingly. The words are being reflected back to you the instant you stand firm in what you are now experiencing. 

If you believe/say nothing is working, why are you then upset nothing is working? You said it and you are right. 

[marijane-eloise-blog]

Love how AI art is trending, not discussions about ethics of AI art or something new about it, Just fucking AI art posts