#YOU SENT THIS IN JAN. FUCK

[akinachiri]

hiiii its jupi

I NEVER ANSWERED THIS OH GOD JUPI IM SO SORRY

[catboy-jupiter]

i'll be like "i'm a god of writing" and then an hour passes after i post or submit something and i'll be like "i'm so dumb there's so much i could've done better if only i'd waited a bit and looked at it with fresh eyes i would've noticed how much it sucks & what i could've improved that looks so much like first draft material there's so many revisions i could make why i am i so impulsive and overconfident" and then i'll start writing something else and be like "i'm a god of writing" again

[joywizard]

i find it so strange when people are understanding of what "i hate cis people" means when it comes from a trans persons mouth (for example) but cant fathom how a woman saying "i hate men" could mean anything but the woman actually hating each and every man on earth and wanting them all to die violently and burn in hell forever.

[astonmartinii]

it must be a sign | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x fem deaf! red bull engineer!reader

when the two most unbothered people in the paddock combine their joint powers to be the it couple

request sent by the lovely @bibissparkles xx

author's note: heyyy so many of you won't know but i am actually deaf - i am 50% deaf in both ears and wear hearing aids so i love requests like this! (all i do most of this stuff as a deaf person, turning off your hearing aids >)

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

yourusername

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yourusername: you can't complain about the dutch national anthem when you can just turn your hearing aids off

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user1: the way max's engineer is as sick of that damn song as us

user2: turning off her hearing aids makes how bored she looks during podiums make sense

yourusername: it was a banger during the mercedes dominance but would it kill someone to play the australian anthem

danielricciardo: i knew you missed me

yourusername: sure, jan.

user3: her and max signing slay to each other will always be so personal to me

maxverstappen1: gonna pretend you didn't just say that

yourusername: boo hoo babe, you gotta lose something sometimes

user4: babe? are the flowers from max?

maxverstappen1: would rather choke on my own spit and fall into a pit of snakes, hope this helps ❤️

yourusername: rude! i wouldn't want flowers from you either :(

user5: i swear we get into this argument every weekend, i think people will still assume they're together until their married to other people

liamlawson30: stop using me as a messenger pigeon please and thank you

yourusername: but i thought red bull gave you wings?

liamlawson30: do not use a pr answer against me 🤨

yourusername: no comment

liamlawson30: choke.

yourusername: idk what's going on in the red bull junior academy but spit in helmut's coffee not mine

user6: y/n consistently giving all the red bull guys shit is my favourite thing ever

user7: the amount of times the sky broadcast has caught her waving them off or taking her hearing aids out lol

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: switched four tyres for two this weekend

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user11: you can't distract us with your slutty bike pics WHO THE FUCK IS THAT

landonorris: A WOMAN? A WOMAN? IS THAT A WOMAN OSCAR JACK PIASTRI?

oscarpiastri: yeah i'm pretty sure

landonorris: don't play smart with me buster - why was i not informed?

oscarpiastri: i don't ask to be informed of every time you get rejected in the instagram dms

landonorris: FAKE NEWS

oscarpiastri: okay buddy

user12: i be seeing the sign language book, oscar you are so real for that

user13: that's my king, i need a oscar and y/n link up in the paddock - my unbothered queens

user14: she's in the likes !!!!!!

logansargent: oh we've entered the soft launch phase i see

oscarpiastri: and what?

logansargent: someone is feeling defensive this morning, dude i won't tell i've already kept it a secret for so long

landonorris: HE KNOWS? DOES BEING YOUR TEAMMATE MEAN NOTHING?

oscarpiastri: he's my childhood best friend?

logansargent: there's levels to this game norris

landonorris: @oscarpiastri consider yourself UNDER SURVEILLANCE

oscarpiastri: okay girly

user15: oscar has the patience of a saint, the mystery gal may want to rethink it before having to deal with them all

yourusername

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yourusername: unrelaxed, unbothered, moisturised ✨

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user18: queen SHIT THAT AIN'T SHIT

user19: but this mystery man IS

maxverstappen1: yeah sorry about that... but at least boyfy has made his instagram debut?

yourusername: about time, he's too sexy to gatekeep

maxverstappen1: well i'm not going to agree out of respect for you

yourusername: so you don't think he's sexy? i might not be able to hear but HE CAN MAX BE NICE

maxverstappen1: first of all it's a text, second of all i've been way too nice to him

yourusername: he beat you in padel fair and square you're just SHIT AT IT ❤️

maxverstappen1: you know that's a sore subject WHY WOULD YOU BRING IT UP

user20: my queen was really like you wanna tell me to fuck off? oh here's my sexy boyfriend

user21: jos verstappen really didn't know who he was tangling with that gal may be chill but she doesn't take shit

user22: she's like a female version of oscar lol

user23: i knew there was a reason i liked her

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danielricciardo: why am i left out of everything these days?

yourusername: snooze you lose

danielricciardo: I AM AWAKE REPLY TO MY TEXTS

danielricciardo: I JUST SAW YOU PUT YOUR PHONE ON DO NOT DISTURB

yourusername: protecting my peace

danielricciardo: i'm on to you buster

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: overjoyed to get my first (proper) win in formula one and even more overjoyed to have my amazing girlfriend (and even better engineer) up on the podium with me

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user27: so this was the special occasion?

user28: so this is why she said she wanted the australian national anthem over the dutch one?

user29: this is now my roman empire

yourusername: babe is so fucking good and i'm so fucking proud

oscarpiastri: i'm so glad to have been able to share this moment with you

yourusername: you deserve this and more, i love you

oscarpiastri: i love you too xx

user30: wait so oscar knows so much more sign language than i thought

user31: he looked so excited and even mark knows some

logansargent: he forced (we were happy to do so) me, mark and his family to learn as soon as he secured the date lol

oscarpiastri: and now we're all so cool because of it

logansargent: cool and able to chat shit without people knowing what we're saying

yourusername: best bit about it tbf (everyone please learn, it's a beautiful language)

landonorris: I KNEW IT

oscarpiastri: no you didn't

landonorris: no i didn't :( i'm hurt

oscarpiastri: if it's any consolation, we didn't tell many people, max and logan are exceptions

landonorris: WHY WAS I NOT AN EXCEPTION???

yourusername: boo hoo

landonorris: i'm not gonna say anything back to that you kinda scare me

yourusername: good ❤️

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yourusername: me and a racewinner (and our world champion third wheel)

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user32: fave trio in the paddock no competition

logansargent: logan erasure

yourusername: we love you logan, sunday roast at mine this weekend ❤️

logansargent: SCORE

user33: every time you post there's a new plushie

yourusername: we usually get one to commemorate a big weekend and we both got one for osc's first win

user34: that's so FUCKING CUTE

oscarpiastri: it's all fun and games until you don't fit in the bed because y/n feels too bad to put any of them on the floor

yourusername: they have FEELINGS OSCAR

oscarpiastri: she cried one time when max set off the smoke alarm cooking breakfast and the bed alarm shook so bad that all of them were thrown to the floor

yourusername: it was HARROWING but it also did wake me up so at least we know it works

maxverstappen1: actually my favourite couple to third wheel, but enjoy it while it's here osc, i won't lose again

yourusername: yeah sorry osc it's actually my job to help max win so you're gonna have to wait for him to retire if i have anything to do with it

oscarpiastri: not even for me :(

yourusername: sorry not sorry (i'm really sorry, i love you so much)

oscarpiastri: i love you too even if you won't sabotage max for my race :(

maxverstappen1: okay i know i said you guys are cute but that's enough for today

yourusername: we ARE cute thank you

oscarpiastri: the CUTEST

fin.

note: heheheheh i hope you enjoyed this, i love requests like this xx also on the comment about the bed alarm i had one in uni halls and when the alarm went off that baby SHOOK it was kinda scary

[thowawayuntilfurthernotice]

Watching idiots accuse the students of antisemitism is pretty infuriating when you realize that the US government has never sent out this many cops to stop Nazi rallies.

They didn't deploy a small army to deal with the Unite the Right rally or Jan 6th insurrection, but fuck forbid a bunch of college students show up on campus with Palestine flags and camp out in tents, am I right?

[zablife]

Playing Dirty

Harry da Souza x fem Harrigan reader (Conrad's granddaughter)

Harry and the Brat Masterlist

Summary: Harry gets a call from Conrad while he's in bed with you and has a difficult decision to make.

Warnings: 🔞 sexual content

A/N: Ty to @ughdontbeboring for the inspo! I'm having such fun with this pairing, I had to use them here. Jan does not exist in this AU!

"Feel so full," you whined, teeth grazing Harry's broad shoulder as he thrust into you, hitting that perfect spot that made your toes curl.

"Yeah?" he asked with a smirk, breath ghosting across your face.

"Mm-hmm," you moaned, gulping as he pressed your shoulder blades against the wall. "I can feel you in my stomach," you panted out, enjoying the stretch of him.

Large hand resting over your abdomen, he pressed down hard against himself as he instructed, "Be a good girl and take it." His voice remained soft and controlled despite the harsh pounding he was giving your cunt and it made you drunk with pleasure.

"I'll be....I'll be good," you promised, head lolling to the side as a trail of drool spilled from the corner of your mouth.

"Gonna cum all over my cock?" he asked, thumb circling your clit with skillful precision.

You tried to nod, but found yourself held captive by the sizzle of electricity racing down your spine. Heart hammering in your ears, you rocked your pelvis against his hand to tip yourself over the edge. "H-harry, I'm...I'm gonna..." you warned him in a high pitched wail just as a shrill noise cut through the air.

At first you wondered if it were a trick of your imagination, Harry fucking you so well it left your ears ringing. When you realized it was the burner phone on the bedside table, you screamed in frustration. "What the fuck, Harry?"

Harry's face registered a note of panic, eyes flicking from your face to the buzzing phone.

"Don't," you warned him, legs locking tightly behind his back to keep him inside you.

"Fuck's sake, Y/n, you know I have to," he grumbled, shuffling toward the bed with you pressed tightly to him. He sat on the edge, cock still buried deep inside you as he reached for the phone. One finger to his lips, he silently pleaded with you not to make your presence known. "Evening Conrad," he answered in a graveled voice that could easily be mistaken for the haze of sleep.

The deep rumble emanating from his chest sent vibrations through your body and straight to your needy clit. You couldn't have stopped yourself in that moment if you tried, wanting him more than ever. Fingers skating down the back of his neck, you began pressing open mouthed kisses to his throat. When you reached his earlobe, you nibbled at the tender flesh, undeterred by the harsh slap to your thigh.

Harry rushed to stifle your squeal of surprise, clamping a large hand to your mouth. "What can I do for you, governor?" he asked in a businesslike tone that belied his very unprofessional behavior.

You knitted your brow in an obvious show of displeasure, not interested in the least what your grandfather commanded when you had yet to be fully satisfied by your lover. Harry might have laughed at your childish pout had the situation not been so dire. He couldn't let Conrad know who he was with unless he fancied a watery grave in the Thames.

Clocking his discomfort, you decided to give Harry a bit of a challenge. Rolling your hips over him in tantalizing serpentine, you worked him back to full hardness. Despite the obvious pleasure he felt, he cut his eyes at you in sharp warning to stop. When you continued undeterred, the hand at your mouth flew to the phone to cover the mouthpiece as he hissed, "Behave!"

You only shook your head in defiance, gripping his biceps for the leverage you needed to ride him hard. Harry's eyes slammed shut at the overwhelming sensation of your vice like grip and you felt a deep satisfaction ripple under your skin that you could make him unravel this way.

Harry desperately pawed at your hip to hold you still, but it was too late as a small grunt escaped his pillowed lips. He rushed to cover the conspicuous noise with a cough, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose to force his focus back to the call. To his credit, he didn't break as he offered a brief reply to your grandfather. “I’ll be there,” he uttered through gritted teeth.

Slamming the phone shut, he angrily tossed it onto the floor. “What do you think you're doing?” he demanded as he lifted you off him and flipped you onto your back. You went silent as he manhandled you, pinning you under his hulking frame with an intense gaze.

Air momentarily forced from your lungs, you could only huff out an amused laugh. “I thought we were fucking,” you clarified with a triumphant grin.

"And what if your grandfather found out?" he asked, Adams apple bobbing at the thought.

You shrugged to show how little you cared about your grandad's opinion.

Harry didn't appreciate the nonchalance of your answer, demanding, "Trying to get me killed?"

Your eyes suddenly softened as you recognized you might have pushed him too far. Fingertips dancing over his rugged jawline, you captured his chin and pulled his plump lips to yours. "Can't have that, can I?" you whispered in soft reassurance. "No one fucks me like you," you confessed, biting your lower lip seductively.

He licked into your mouth with urgency, cock pressing against your entrance with desperate need for release. Capturing your wrists in one calloused hand, he held your arms above your head as he speared you on his cock, watching himself slide in and out of your sopping pussy with ease.

Thrusting into the clutch of your velvet warmth, it didn't take long for him to feel the tell tale signs of his release. With shuddered breath, he withdrew, shoving his cock deep inside your waiting mouth. You swallowed his load eagerly, waiting for him to return the favor, but your relief never came.

That was clear the moment Harry pushed off you to begin dressing. As a pitiful cry of neglect left your throat, he only chuckled in your direction. "That'll teach you not to be such a fucking brat next time," he snarled as he left you there on edge.

[threeacttragedy]

Entry 10: The One About the Audibly Loud Lukola FanFic

I’ll address the elephant in the room. And, no, I’m not talking about Jake Dunn’s brown suit! Or, that he’s posing with a man. Or, that Tyler commented “Bellissimo!!!!” on Jake's post.

I don’t think a lot of people understood the connection I was making this morning about “Mis-Directed,” Gwilym Lee, and Jake.  So, now I feel the need to explain because I don’t want people running with a narrative that goes in the opposite direction of where I was taking it.

Sorry, JVN, you’re getting pushed to the side again. I promise, I’ll get to you one day.

Let’s go back two months…

On September 25, Nicola posted to her Instagram stories a link to Alex Babsky’s post, which was a picture of Nicola. She had her hair and make-up done but she was wearing one of her own dresses (the black dress she wore in Australia and Brazil). Babsky captioned his post “[pink bow] @nicolacoughlan in London today for…well, never mind what for actually [laughing emoji with hand over mouth] [winking emoji] [shushing emoji].” Nicola responded, “You’re amazing it was so gorgeous to see you xxx.”

Babksy’s caption sent the fandom into hysteria wondering what the hell Nicola was up to. It didn’t help that this was the same day Luke updated his Instagram bio and used “Xx” and it didn’t help that Nicola was wearing the black dress she allegedly wore on her beach walk in Brazil with Luke.

Do you want to know what I thought the photo of Nicola was from? I’m not going to lie – I thought it was pre-wedding makeup. Seriously, not kidding. It reminded me of my own wedding day. Formal hair and makeup and my own dress that was easy to take off without messing up the hair and makeup. I never said I wasn’t a little bit delulu.

On November 5, an author named Lucy Parker announced on her Instagram feed that she had a new Audible book called “Mis-Directed” being released in February 2025. The post came with pictures of Nicola wearing the black dress and the same hair and makeup as the September 25 post. Nicola (presumably) is reading the part of Hattie Murton, and Gwilym Lee (presumably) is reading the part of Anthony Rafe.

Oh, okay.

Turns out, I was wrong.

So, Nicola and Luke didn’t get married.

Fine.

I have always liked crows.

But, wait a minute – what the fuck is this Audible book about? A woman who stars in a romantic drama called “Leicester Square” (what the fuck?) which was adapted from a best-selling romance novel (what the fuck??). Then, in comes our antagonist, Anthony Rafe, who plays opposite of Hattie and, let me quote here, “But when very real chemistry sparks during their scripted love scenes, Hattie begins to think the industry’s legendarily heartless Bad Guy [Anthony] might just a have a pulse after all. And Anthony, for his part, is caught off-guard by the way his heart races when he’s around his aggravating onscreen lover. As reality starts to imitate art a little too close for comfort, the world’s most unlikely couple might just have more in common than they thought…” (what the fuck???).

Let’s start with Leicester Square. What the hell is Leicester Square? Oh, the name of the fake television show on which Hattie and Anthony star. Sure, Jan. Is it odd to anyone else that Leicester Square is the name of the location of where the London premiere of Bridgerton Season 3 took place? You know, the event that happened hours before Papsmear.

Then we have the make-believe show being adapted from a best-selling romance novel. Mmm hmm.

Let’s try and not make the connection between Luke and Anthony. Mmm hmm.

And, let’s add fuel to the fire and have two co-stars falling in love with each other.

Yeah, we get it. It’s a Lukola FanFic being read by none other than Nicola. I mean, the only way it could be any better is if Luke was reading the part of Anthony Rafe! But, no, that part is being read by Gwilym Lee (who is fantastic in everything he does, by the way).

Who is Gwilym Lee? Well, he’s an actor (my father calls him “Midsomer”). Ask Mr. Google about him. But, if you check out his Instagram feed, you will find that he knows Jake and has since, at least, 2022. Is it possible that Nicola met Gwilym through Jake? Yeah, it is.

Now, why do I find this situation intriguing? Specifically, why did I find the post from Jake this morning posing with Gwilym interesting (and a bit shady)? Let me explain.

The Jakholes took the “Mis-Directed” FanFic as shade towards the Lukolas. Yes, they went there because that FanFic does not (in the least) fit nicely into their Jakola narrative. I mean, if it wasn’t shade to the Lukolas, how weird the storyline must have been for Jake! The writing was audibly on the wall, in big red letters, but the Jakholes chose to spin it into something messier than my hair in the morning after sleeping on it wet.

What exactly is this theory? Well, per the Jakholes, Nicola hates the Lukola fandom so much that she sat and read (likely, for hours) this Lukola-coded FanFic just to spite us! I mean, Anthony is a bad boy in this story and “everyone loves to hate” him (don’t forget, Luke became the devil incarnate after Papsmear). And, Hattie is tired of the “brutal press, overly invested fans, and a cutthroat industry…[that] would give even Pollyanna an edge of cynicism.” The Jakholes believe this means Nicola is saying she’s really in love with Jake and she wants us all to know that by reading a Harlequin-style romance about a woman who falls in love with her costar! Oh, my God!! How could she?!

What in the actual fuck are the Jakholes drinking with this bullshit? I know, I know. I shouldn’t expect anything better from people who ship Jake with Nicola. In fact, if I was a Jakhole, I might buy into this conspiracy theory. But, I’m not a fucking Jakhole. And, guess what Jakholes? I don’t mind breaking the hearts of Lukolas by saying we’re probably never going to see sexy-hot Brazil pictures of Luke and Nicola, so I don’t mind telling Jakholes to put this theory back into Davy Jones’ locker and feed it to that bitch Kraken.

Let’s talk a bit further about the absurdity of this “Nicola is shading Lukola” subplot from Hell.

We will pretend Nicola hates Luke. She hates Lukola. She baits the Lukola fandom for shits and giggles.

What would this make Nicola?

It would make her a villain, for starters (and “villain” is me being extremely nice).

More importantly, it would make Nicola a PR nightmare.

Even if Nicola and Luke despised each other, do you believe Netflix, Bridgerton, and Shonda Land would allow Nicola to play games with the Lukola fandom? Talk about playing with fire!

The reality is the lines between Polin and Lukola are heavily blurred at this point. I hate to say it – and maybe a lot of you will view me as a complete asshole after I say this – but, if I learned Nicola was shading the Lukolas (therefore, in my opinion, trolling Luke), I would not be interested in Bridgerton Season 4. Or, Season 5. Or, any season after that. Or, in Nicola, for that matter. You’re welcome to have your own opinion about this but I would feel incredibly betrayed, and not just by Nicola. On top of that, for me, Polin has become Lukola. They’re so blurred, they don’t even resemble a line anymore. Maybe that’s a bad position to be in, but that’s where I’m at. Sorry, not sorry.

I’m not going to rehash the breadcrumbs left by Nicola that support Lukola – if you know, you know (or you can catch up by spending an afternoon on Tumblr). Even Luke, in his own way, leaves Lukola-coded crumbs. We also have damn convincing evidence that Netflix, Bridgerton, and Shonda Land support Lukola. I mean, even they’re blurring the lines with “Nicola and Luke’s Cutest Moments” and interestingly timed images of Polin. So, do you think they’re going to let Nicola fuck with that on a public forum?

That would be a cold, hard NO.

But, this Audible book – “Mis-Directed” – is loud and made louder because Nicola is reading it.

So, what is this Audible book? Shade? Or, Nicola being cutesy? I’m going to place my bets on the latter solely because, like I said, the Corporate Office is not going to let Nicola shade Lukola because it has a direct effect on Polin.

That’s not to say that the excitement of this Lukola-coded “Mis-Directed” FanFic wasn’t attacked by the Jakholes from all sides, and the wind – for the moment – was kicked out of it. That’s a different story for a different day.

But, what I found so intriguing about Jake’s post today is that, of all the people he could have included in his photo (because there’s obviously lots of people at this event), he chose Gwilym. And, this means people will look into Gwilym. People will realize that Gwilym is the other side of “Mis-Directed.” People will realize Jake and Gwilym are friends. People will realize that Jake’s friend is reading a Lukola-themed romance novel with Nicola.

And, if we agree that the book is not shade towards the Lukolas and we agree that Jakola is not real, what is the significance of the connection between Jake and Gwilym? Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe I’m overthinking it. But, the connection – at least in my mind (and it’s been there since November 5) – is that Jake supports “Mis-Directed” because he supports Lukola and he has always been there, helping Nicola lay the breadcrumbs. He wanted people to look into Gwilym and make the connection. Jake could very well be the one who suggested Gwilym read the part of Anthony. Jake is the degree of separation.

I want to close this out by noting that Jake also liked the post Nicola has pinned on her Instagram grid – the black and white one about her Time 100 article. You know, the one where Nicola says, “A lot of people really want me to marry Luke.” Follow the links and it will take you to this article. That’s an interestingly placed like by Jake, in my opinion – as is his photo op with Gwilym.

[guzhufuren]

Short breakdown of 19 QLs from GMMTV 2025 lineup

trailers: playlist link

Dare you to death

joongdunk investigating crime and murders

Head 2 Head

keensea cursing each other out as Bad Buddy 2.0 but they are rich, in fashion school and one of them magically saw visions of their shared future

Burnout Syndrome

dewoffgun in a love triangle (or poly please). Dew is a fortune teller who reads Gun's future from his palm. Gun becomes a hired double for Off because Off doesn't want to go to meetings himself. Gun is an artist and draws Off in nude lots. dewoffgun as a messy love triangle of weird coworkers

Whale Store xoxo

milklove as a depressed grocery store keeper and her flirty regular customer who is a teacher and a repairgirl. side couple exes who get back together junemewnich

Only Friends Dream On

spinoff of Only Friends. jossgawin, earthmix and ohmleng are in a messy love hexagon on a theatre play set because all of them want someone who wants someone else in that 6 angled shape. Boston is back and hopefully here to fuck all of them. Earth as director, Mix as actor, Ohm as musician, Leng as actor, Joss as actor, Gawin as costume designer, Neo as Boston the play's photographer

That Summer

winnysatang: after being found guilty of a crime Winny gets sent to the countryside and finds unconscious Satang being washed ashore. Satang has amnesia and later turns out to be a prince. side couple Mond and Ryu

My Romance Scammer

ohmfluke and juniormark in a gay marriage scam show. two brothers Junior and Ohm make two high standing men Mark and Fluke fall in love with them in order to deceive them, marry them in 1 month and get their money. after rich dudes' lawyer tells them the divorce will cost them losing half of their assets if scammers don't sign special asset-saving divorce papers, it becomes a battle of who will outwit the other and which one will fall in love

Melody of Secrets

forcebook in a mystical horror with gore. Force is a criminologist assisting the police with murders, Book is his ex suffering from memory loss and no remembrance of who Force is. Jan as the sheriff and Boun is also there

Love you teacher

perthsanta as established boyfriends. Perth is very bad at being a primary school teacher and only works as one because his boyfriend Santa is a teacher too and is very good at it. Santa gets into an accident which causes him part time amnesia and reverts him back to a state of his 7 year old self half of the time. Perth has to regularly deal with taking care of a 7 year old (man)child which was his most hated thing to do

MU-TE-LUV

7 love stories about fortune. keensea as high school rivals who are destined to fall in love. queer group of kathoey friends played by Fluke, Neo, Yacht and Lego are serving looks around their high school and decide they also want to meet men so they make prayers to a mother's spirit about sending them some. ohmpleng as rival buddhist temple gangs' enemies to lovers. and some hets

Cat for Cash

firstkhao in a cat cafe bl. First is a debt collector and gets a power of talking to cats from a debtee who dies during his visit. when the deceased debtee's son Khaotung comes to sell the shop, First convinces him to keep the business running and become business partners. they fall in love in the process with their laps full of cats

Girl Rules

messy dykes and lesbian wrongs the series. girl version of Only Friends with namtanfilm, milklove and viewmim. Namtan is a director, Love is her coworker stylist and they have a one night stand. Film is Namtan's ex. Milk is a model and pursues Film and Love. Milk isn't Love's type. View claims to be straight but Mim seems to be set on breaking her egg. it's horny, messy and blissfully gay

Boys in love

all fresh faces in the sweetest most precious high school bl ever written. a top marks student has to tutor a zero braincell student who falls for him immediately and flirts relentlessly. a different loverboy who just got rejected falls in love at first sight with a dimply cute new student. papangpodd as teachers who are shipped by everyone at that school

My Magic Prophecy

jimmysea falling in love in countryside while danger is looming over them. Sea can see the future and starts having visions of his friend's older brother Jimmy. Jimmy is an ER doctor who gets targeted by someone and has to quickly disappear and lay low for some time. Sea brings him to countryside and they gradually fall in love. side couple franctee

A Dog and A Plane

taynew in a deeply silly crack bl. Tay's friends get in trouble and he offers New to make it up to him himself instead. New asks him to find out if his flight captain boyfriend is cheating. he is, but he pays Tay off to keep it quiet and shenanigans proceed. Marc accuses the side piece flight attendant Poon of being an asshole. all branded couples fall in love

Me and Thee

pondphuwin in a mafia-ish bl. shady billionaire/mafia Pond who was raised on corny mafia soap operas pursues model Santa, but photographer Phuwin gives him a piece of mind regarding manners and consent, so Pond asks him to teach him how to pursue Santa correctly. Santa's not-boyfriend Perth is upset. Pond learns more about Phuwin, falls in love and starts an extravagant pursuit. Est is very handsome as a bodyguard butler

Wu

nanisky bl or a bromance that surely looks like a bl. a fortune teller Sky offers a failed athlete Nani to be his assistant. their meeting was predestined and they have a string of fate tying them together

Memoir of Rati

greatinn period bl. Great and Inn meet while watching the same street play in early 20th century. Inn works as a translator for a westerner and a teacher of french for thai bureaucrats. Great is a noble who sweetly romances Inn, but the familial expectations come into the picture. aouboom side couple where servant Boom secretly beats his master Aou in an underground fight

Ticket To Heaven

geminifourth bl by P'Aof set in 1996. young protege of a pastor Fourth and a defiant boy who lost his faith Gemini. Gemini moves into the seminary area to be guided back on the right path after his mother went to jail. young love, repression, homophobia, catholic guilt, and the love defying everything

[toriaaniin]

Well hello there (redacted*)! How nice of you to drop by. I'd offer you a cup of tea, but...

Me and my Lukola friends are too blind to find anything in the kitchen!

And while I'm paying attention to you (redacted)... did you not read the article that Nicola posted yesterday? Did you not take the hint that she was admonishing trolls and online bully behaviour? You know; behaviour that looks suspiciously like your message (above) to me? Perhaps you have eyesight issues too. Yes. Yes, I think you do.

As for me...

I'm simply following the clues that a possibly pregnant women has left for me and my friends. In fact her clues are more easily readable than brail.

Now; about this so called "launch" you speak of? Give me a break. Even through the haze of my cataracts I was able to see that her post for Jake the other day was lame. She didn't even tag him.

Let's compare her untagged "love" post to Jake with the HBD wishes she's posted on her IG stories for her other friends:

She shares a photo of Jake next to the trash can; a photo that doesn't even include her IN it. Surly Nicola has better photos of "the love of her life" on her phone?! Let's compare with how she wishes her very good friend Jack Rooke a happy birthday. So sweet! And tagged.

When Nicola wished Luke Fetherston a happy birthday she not only shared a photo with both of them in it, she also gave him THREE red hearts! Now that's hard launch material right there!! Oh. And he was tagged.

Nicola even gave more birthday love to Valentina, Camilla's dog, than she did to Jake. Sadly Valentina wasn't tagged either... although Camilla was 🥰 BUT, Nicola called Valentina a princess!

Don't worry. Jake's friend Hannah gave him this honourific, so he wasn't left out of the princess fairytale. It must be love!

But wait... there's competition for Jake's love!!

Now these are romantic birthday wishes to Jake, posted by Doug and Dylan the other day.

Clearly the man is loved by his friends. Deservedly so, I'm sure.

But I really, really, really question whether THIS was a hard launch?

Seems to me it was simply a birthday wish for her friend (not lover) Jake. Unfortunately she posted at 6:30am when she was half awake and neglected to tag him. Unlike her spelling-mistake story showing the billboard in Los Angeles, she didn't delete and repost Jake's birthday wish with the missing tag. I guess Luke and Bridgerton's ensemble cast nomination warranted a correctly spelled "Surprise". Deleted; replaced.

Now I ask you; am I really blind? I saw well enough to compile the photos above and make perfect sense of them. I don't see a love-launch of Jake. I see a man living his life, preparing for an amazing lead theatre role. What an opportunity! I also see a man that didn't spend time with Nicola over Christmas, New Years, her birthday, his birthday (according to her, she was in LA. Sure Jan), and today: Valentine's Day. I also see a man who is loved by his friends. Nicola is his friend.

Unless I'm missing something?

So (redacted*)... rather than come over here and rag on the truth I and my Lukola friends see - and that I shared above - why don't you and your little weiner-dog leader fuck the hell off. We know.

P.S. I'm tempted to create some merch for us blind Lukolas! Sarcastic t-shirts and sweatshirt merch is fun 💙 Want one?!

P.S.S. I've redacted the name of this poster because 10 hours after she sent this message to me, she recalled it... just before I was about to post this response. I could have scrapped my post, but she challenged me to SEE the truth. I wanted to oblige. I've redacted her name on the chance that she realized she didn't message me anonymously and so she chickened out and pulled her ask. Or perhaps she thought about Nicola's troll/bully post from yesterday and thought better of her action. Let's give her grace and assume that she came to her senses and not that she's too chicken shit to have her name out there along with her bully behaviour.

Aaniin friends!

[uhhlifeig]

First Tears - Jan. 28th - word count: 332 - @wolfstarmicrofic

If there was anything Sirius Black didn’t do, it was cry in front of people. 

Sure, others could see him be a goofball, or be tired, or be disappointed, but no one was allowed to see him cry.

So when Remus heard sniffles from his boyfriend’s bed, he was concerned beyond measure.

He made his way over to the crimson curtains. “Sirius,” he whisper-yelled through the fabric. “Padfoot, are you okay?”

“‘m fine, Moons,” a voice whispered back shakily. 

Remus noticed his tone- Sirius sounded wrecked. “You’re obviously not very fine, Sirius. Can I come in?”

There was a moment of silence as Sirius paused, considering. “...fine.”

“Thank you,” Remus whispered, opening the curtains to reveal a red-eyed Sirius with tears still running down his face.

“Hey, Moony.” He smiled shakily. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check in on you, Pads. I could hear you crying from my bed.”

Sirius froze. “Shit,” he hissed, eyes darting around as if some creature were lurking in wait, ready to bite off his head. “D’you think Prongs or Wormy heard?”

“Nah, those two sleep like the dead. I’m not worried,” Remus sighed. “I am worried about you. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing too bad.” Sirius tried for a nonchalant shrug. “Just that Maman sent a letter. Called me a failure and a disappointment. Nothing too out of the ordinary, to be honest. It’s fine.”

Remus frowned. “Sirius, that isn’t okay. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever met. You decided to become a fucking animagus for me, Pads. She’s wrong.”

Sirius hummed noncommittally. “Sure, I guess.”

“She is. You’re amazing and wonderful and everything in between.”

Sirius snorted wetly. “Sap. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Remus laid down next to his boyfriend. “And no, I will not tell James or Peter that you were crying, promise.”

“Thanks, Moons,” Sirius mumbled, scooting closer and pressing himself into Remus’s chest, arms coming up to circle his torso.

Remus smiled, burying his face in Sirius’s hair. “Of course, seren.”

[afrenomes]

Another thing is that all the people who are using this specific issue with Khalil and Columbia to say that Trump is coming for protests (which is true) are actually implying that they believe peaceful protests and violent riots—which these are (they literally stormed a school building twice, kept employees hostage who then had to FIGHT their way through, and sent another employee to the hospital! There’s very little difference between these people and Jan. 6 rioters!)—are the same fucking thing!

This is what Trump wants! He wants you to not be able to distinguish the two, he wants your heads all turned around and not know what’s what. He wants you to think that peaceful protests and violent riots are one and the same! That way he can get rid of all of it! This is his M.O.! And you all played right into his game!

[satellitespinner]

fic recs .

(posted in jan of 2024, soon to be updated.)

-> it takes 10 seconds. | boycott neil.

invisible string theory - @total-dxmure

amazing unique storyline, the angst and fluff balance eachother perfectly!

see you next summer - @carmellie

the angst absolutely kills me!! amazing plot, and accurate character development!

my summer with you - @callmelola111

i have a kink for summer romances i think. all of lolas fics ascend me to the greater god

scent of the pine - @s-4pphics

i could go on for HOURS on how this altered my brain chemistry. the trope, the angst, the fluff, the smut. all the characters are written as though they are real people and i’m in LOVE. sal genuinely got me into fanfiction.

crybaby - @beforeimdeceased

so intriguing!! i re read this more than i can count! the angst at these end got mee

sacchrine saturations - @astralnymphh

poetic as fuckkkk!!! genuinely got me re reading my work 😭😭 author is gen an angel sent from the lord!! INFIDELITY 😔

bad liar - @inf3ct3dd

got me on the edge of my seat!! i loved reading this!! also the aesthetic!! got me hooked! plot line from my favourite movies how could i not love it!

nobody compares to you - @elliesbelle

read it all in one night and was almost late to my 8:30 lecture.. was it worth it? absolutely! :3

perfect pair - @coeurify

i remember reading this for the first time on vacation a really long while ago and i fell in love! if i had to sell my soul to read this for the first time again, i would!

superposition - @totheblood

if she has zero fans, i’m fucking dead. loved this fic with my whole heart!!

lessons on how to exist - @elleloquently

this was so good. so relatable to me personally, it really made me feel seen, and i heart fluff <3

call me if you get lost - @cowgirlcherrie

bro the vibes were immaculateeeeee + i love skating + i love that album + i love cherrie + holy shit + omg😩

ellie’s away… - @les4elliewilliams

this is such a unique plot i reread atleast once a week. i adore the concept. AND the characters are well written!!!!

i could be your habit - @loaksky

i’m gonna be honest, when it comes to angst- the tlou community PULLS THROUGH. i love it because this masterpiece is SMUTLESSS. yup you heard it.

exoplanet - @minustwofingers

no words? are you fucking kidding me? the amount of grief this shit gave me. the THIUGHT that was put into this. i would too, name a planet after ellie williams….

dydfil - @ohcaptains

One of the first ones i ever read i think. i loved it regardless, i go back and read it all the time!!!!

one of your girls - @lovelettersfromluna

ITS TEWW GOOD 😭😭😭😭 amyt and angst yeah.. HEY IM HERE LIKEEEE

Tis the damn season - @coeurify

this ateeeeee like… fav trope! fav taylor song! i love this so MUCHHHHHH rinie my fav they locked in for this

bsf older sister!sevika - @iambilegs

HCS HCS HCS #ILOVESEVIKA

someone older - @les4elliewilliams

good god. where do i even start. the fact that so much happened in 7k words im genuinely at a loss for words. just fucking kill me now.

letting go - @vxsellie

i have so much to say and not enough words to express how i feel. this is the second time i actually CRIED real sobs over a fic. its so good. heartbreaking. i cant. it hits so close to home and i just love it everyone thank her for writing this!!

[jamietwat]

Yeah Roy was Jamie’s special interest (affectionate) before he met him but I don’t think we talk enough about the fact that Jamie got on Roy’s nerves so immediately and completely that he was Roy’s special interest (derogatory) since before Ted showed up and certainly long before Roy was a coach or intentionally spent time with him

Like I’m imagining later on when Roy and Jamie are still in their he’s not my best friend phase, Jamie finds some big fan made how much do you know about Jamie Tartt quiz and sending it to the team group chat to telling everyone to do it and send their scores

Roy assumes it must be a super easy quiz and common knowledge so he doesn’t really think anything of it when he responds with a screenshot of his like 95% and it calling him a Jamie Tartt super fan with “I’m going to kill myself.” But he responded too soon to realize that it is in fact not the super easy quiz he assumed it was until the team starts responding with way lower scores

Like they’ve got varying levels of passing knowledge but no one even remotely competes with Roy or gets labelled a superfan in their results including Keeley who Jamie sent it to separately (she knew lots and got higher than most people but like she absolutely does not know or care about his stats and shit like that and she hasn’t watched all of his interviews to hear all of the stuff on there) and including Jamie who sends back his 85% with “how THE FUCK did u score higher than i did???”

And Roy is incredulous like “How did you not know the answers? This whole quiz is about you” and Jamie’s like “u expect me to remember everything that ever happens to me and everything ive ever said???” And Jan responds “Apparently Roy does”

And basically the entire team never lets Roy live his Jamie Tartt super fan status and knowing more about Jamie than Jamie does down and Roy deeply regrets not waiting for other people to respond before he sent anything/faking worse results

[gamesetattach]

Bone-Tired

Jannik Sinner x Reader Steamy, super-brief blurb where Jannik is down bad... And by that, I mean horned up and so tired... So... Warnings include... smut, as in dryhumping, (Bone-tired = Bone tired = Bone whilst tired)

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Jannik was exhausted. You could see it the second he stepped through the door, his shoulders slumped, his hair damp from a shower he probably took in the locker room. His bag hit the floor with a dull thud, but his eyes were locked onto you.

"Long day?" you asked, pushing up to sit from where you had been laying on the couch, but before you could stand to greet him, he was already in front of you. His hands came down to cup your face and he planted a sweet, ghost of a kiss on your forehead before guiding you back to lay down once more. 

"Missed you." He all but collapsed on top of you and nudged his face into your neck, his voice a rough and low murmur. 

"Missed you too, Jan.” You smiled, brushing your fingers through his hair. “You look dead on your feet—The team really put you to work today, huh?"

Jannik only hummed in response, and just laid against you for a second. You chuckled at his state, freeing a hand to gently smooth up and down the expanse of his back. At the contact, he stirred a bit, lifting off you just enough to tilt his head down and press his lips against yours.

It was slow at first, like he was savoring the warmth of your mouth, but then his hands tightened on your waist, his fingers pressing into your skin, and the kiss deepened, turned desperate. His body sagged slightly against you, his weight pressing you deep into the cushions as he exhaled shakily.

You let him escalate to where he needed to be—matching the urgency with equal want, your hands slipped under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin, the tension coiled in his muscles. He groaned into your mouth when you scratched your nails lightly down his back, his hips pressing forward instinctively, grinding against you.

You gasped, gripping his shoulders as the friction sent a jolt of pleasure through you. "Jannik."

"Don’t have energy but—" he panted, swearing a little as he pressed his forehead against yours, his breath ragged. "—need you."

His hands slid down to your hips, gripping firmly as he rocked against you again, still fully clothed, the heat and pressure of it making him shudder. His body was pliant, muscles loose with exhaustion, but his desperation only added to the heat, the way he was letting himself melt into you.

"Yeah?" you murmured, moving with him, teasing. "Like this?"

“Don’t—” He whimpered—actually whimpered—as he buried his face against your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “I can’t—"

But he bucked into you, and so you rolled your hips again, pressing closer, feeling the hard outline of him against you. He choked out a moan, his fingers flexing against your waist, his body tensing as he lost control little by little.

His breath came in uneven gasps, each slow thrust against you making him unravel further. His hands gripped the fabric of your shirt like he needed something to hold onto, his moans muffled against your shoulder as his rhythm against yours turned erratic.

"Fuck," he gritted out, his voice breaking as he rocked against you again, the friction pushing him closer and closer to the edge. "I’m—"

His entire body trembled as he came, still fully dressed, his breath stuttering, his grip on you tightening like you were the only thing keeping him conscious. He moaned your name, muffled against your skin, the sound wrecked, desperate, as he gave into you completely.

For a long moment, he just stayed there, his weight pressing back against you, his body warm and shaking slightly as he came down. His fingers twitched against your sides, his breath still shallow as he tried to collect himself.

Then he let out a breathless, embarrassed chuckle, pulling back to look at you, his cheeks flushed, eyes heavy-lidded with exhaustion. "That was—fuck… Sorry…"

“No. Are you kidding?” You grinned, brushing a stray curl off his forehead. "That was really hot."

Jannik groaned, burying his face in your neck again. "You’re never letting me live this down, are you?"

"Not a chance."

He laughed against your skin, pressing a lingering kiss to your collarbone before murmuring, "Give me a few minutes. Then I want you properly."

And from the way he looked at you, you knew he meant it.

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Wanted to get something out to get be back in the groove, and came up with this... I love a little desperate, I-came-in-my-pants moment. Finishes fast, I know. The fic and Jannik, yes So hot.

What's not hot? My schedule. Literally so swamped. Also? Went on a date with this guy who I see play tennis often on the courts near me and, uh, I was hopeful because tennis, and it did not live up... Bizarre weekend, but, trying to salvage loose ends.

Speaking of, planning to get In Sync Part 2 out in the next couple of days. Like, for real this time. Literally totally lost the plot, so I'm rewriting the ending tbh. Stay tuned for that... xx

[throatgoat4u]

beneath the surface

word count: 2.5k

summary: ser hates her job :)

a/n: i started this jan 31 and finished today...... welp! anywho, i hope ya'll do enjoy this. if you got tagged and weren't asked to be tagged, that is because you commented and or reblogged any matt and ser content and so i take that as you'd like to see more. if you don't wanna see more or don't wanna be tagged, let me know! enjoy!

toodles sluts :)

you ran the wet rag over the sticky countertops, scrubbing at the stubborn residue of pancake syrup. kids annoyed you to bits and pieces, but what was worse was when their parents didn’t do shit about it. corral your fucking kid, motherfucker.

you stopped and looked up when you heard mandy—your manager—call your name.

"hm? what’s up?" you asked, wiping your hands on your apron.

mandy walked over, a couple of to-go bags in hand. "james couldn’t come in today, and he canceled on us at the last minute, so we couldn’t find anyone to cover his shift. i need to make a few deliveries, and i need you to take over for a bit."

"can’t you get pearl to do it?"

"well, she wasn’t scheduled for today, so..." mandy shrugged.

"can’t you ask?" you folded your arms. you already knew you wouldn’t be able to do it—not today, at least.

 see, you had had a pretty shitty shift. the morning rush had been terrible—the diner was packed, and you were rushing around like crazy, trying to appease all the needy customers. one lady had sent her pancakes back four times because they weren’t fluffy enough, or they weren’t cooked correctly, or whatever bullshit excuse she had come up with. when she tried to send them back a fifth time, you’d had enough.

you told her she was going to shut up and eat those pancakes, or you’d shove them down her throat for her—and make her pay for every single one she sent back.

she ate the pancakes. but she also filed a complaint with your father, who made sure to give you a very stern talk on customer service. and you’d think that would be the worst of it, but no—that was just the start.

about an hour later, you were brewing a fresh pot of coffee when a trainee came up to ask you a question. unfortunately, they startled you, which sent the entire pot of coffee spilling all over you. this was bad for two reasons: one, it burned like hell. two, you were wet—very wet.

you barely made it to the back room your father had built just for these situations before your legs gave out, shifting into your tail. luckily, the room was stocked with plenty of towels, so you dried off as fast as possible. within moments, your legs were back.

and now, you’d think that’s where this shit ended, but no, it motherfucking didn’t.

you were taking an order for this family of seven—absolute chaos. the kids were screaming, crying, climbing over the booth, and one looked dangerously close to throwing up. you could barely hear the dad over the madness, so when his order came out and you handed him his food, he took one look at it, shot up from his seat, and started cussing you out. full-volume, veins-popping, calling you every name in the book like you personally set out to ruin his life.

and of course, you couldn’t even clap back, because you were already on thin ice with your father.

to make matters worse, his bitchass wife—who had  a resting face that looked like she just smelled expired milk, had foundation three shades too light with an orange neck, and lips so overfilled they looked like they were running away from her face—glared at you like you had just burned her house down. the audacity.

as if that wasn’t bad enough, you could tell she was a trumpie. the energy was just there. like she was one wrong look away from calling you “sweetheart” and telling you to find a real job.

“ser, i asked. she’s with some guy named chuck or something,” mandy said flatly.

you let out a long, heavy sigh. “fiiiiine. i guess i’ll take over. but i’m clocking out the second you get back, okay?”

“sure, sure.” mandy nodded, already making her way toward the exit.

it had been about twenty minutes since she left, and thankfully, the diner wasn’t too busy. most of the customers were regulars—easy to deal with, actually nice, and tipping well. your mood had started to improve. that is, until a certain someone walked in.

matt.

he waltzed inside like he owned the place, bethany clinging to his side, his arm casually draped around her waist, and his little posse trailing behind them.

the moment you saw that smug smirk plastered across his infuriatingly handsome face, you wanted to shoot yourself. and bethany? you weren’t even going to get started on bethany.

the group slid into a booth, and you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself before walking over. “well, hello there! how’s it going today?” you asked, voice dripping with forced enthusiasm as you flipped your notepad to a clean page.

matt leaned back in the booth, a cocky grin spreading across his face as his eyes dragged over you. "oh, you know, just living the dream. but now that you're here, things just got a whole lot better," he said, voice thick with arrogance. "how about you, sweetheart? surviving the grind?"

you sucked your teeth, biting back the urge to snap. over the past few weeks since you’d been back on land, matt had been nothing but a pain in your ass. he made a habit of showing up during your shifts, sitting around just to flirt with you—no matter how often you shot him down. his voice alone was grating, but the pet names? the fucking pet names.

sweetheart. princess. ma’am. miss ser.

and the worst of all—woman.

the way he said it, the way he spoke about women in general, made your skin crawl. it was so dismissive, so objectifying, like they were nothing more than a body to him. he was pure scum, and you couldn’t stand him.

"yeah? well, i’m just here to do my job. keep the compliments to yourself, pretty boy," you said flatly, brushing him off.

matt’s smirk widened, and he leaned in, resting his chin on his hands. “oh, so you do think i’m pretty? thank you, ma’am. means a lot coming from someone like you.”

you scoffed. like hell he was actually thanking you. matt never thanked a woman for anything.

your gaze flickered to bethany, who looked ready to combust. she came here with matt, so why the hell was he flirting with you? not that you cared. that was her problem.

clearing your throat, you refocused, trying to pull matt’s attention away from your chest. “your order?”

you went around the table, scribbling down each person’s order before snapping your notepad shut. “alright, your food will be out shortly.” without another word, you turned on your heel and headed for the kitchen, exhaling a breath you hadn’t even realized you���d been holding.

“hey, larry,” you mumbled, handing him the notepad.

larry let out a low whistle as he scanned the order. he didn’t even have to ask who it was for—he just gave you a look of sympathy. “the kid’s back again?”

all you could do was nod, too exhausted to say anything. thirty more minutes, you reminded yourself. thirty more minutes, and i can go home, get into bed, and sleep.

“you know,” larry mused, still flipping through the order, “he must really like you to keep comin’ back like this. it’s like one of those rom-com things ya show me. the boy’s always pining after the girl, doin’ anything to see her, talk to her—”

“he likes the way i look, larry. not who i am, not what i think, not anything that actually fucking matters. just the surface-level shit.”

“y’never know, kid.”

“oh, trust me, larry. i know.”

you knew you couldn’t hide in the kitchen talking to larry forever. their food wasn’t going to serve itself, so you sucked it up, grabbed the plates—balancing them with practiced ease—and made your way over. plastering on your most painfully forced smile, you started setting the plates down in front of each person.

“aaaalright, now y’all just let me know if you need anything else, okay?" you said, voice dripping with fake sweetness.

the group nodded, and you flashed them another empty smile. "enjoy."

without another glance, you turned on your heel and went behind the counter, wiping down whatever needed cleaning. mandy would be back soon, and you needed the place spotless—needed her to put in a good word with your father.

but for some reason, your eyes kept drifting back to matt. it wasn’t jealousy, not even close, but the way bethany clung to him like he was the last man on earth made you feel… sick. how could someone degrade themselves like that? throwing themselves at a guy who so clearly didn’t give a single shit about them, their feelings, their well-being. it was pathetic. shallow. nauseating.

but then again, maybe it was because he was really good-looking. his sharp cheekbones, the way those messy brown curls framed his face just right, the icy blue eyes that—no matter how hard you fought it—always made you shiver when they locked onto you.

but that was it. that was all. he was hot, and that’s where his qualities ended. just another brainless manwhore who tried to get into the pants of anything with a pulse—and unfortunately, always succeeded.

finally, after what felt like years of enduring loud, obnoxious guys talking about women like they were nothing more than objects—plus one too many crude jokes at your expense courtesy of matt—they were finally done. you handed them the bill, already knowing what was coming. no tip. not that you expected one, but it was still a slap in the face.

luckily, mandy had made it back, meaning you were free to clock out. after saying your goodbyes to larry and mandy, you stepped outside, finally escaping that godforsaken diner. but going home didn’t feel right—not yet. you needed air. needed quiet. so instead, you headed to the beach, veering toward the more secluded area, away from the sand and up onto the hill. just past it were the rocks, your favorite spot, especially at night.

the ocean stretched endlessly before you, moonlight reflecting off its surface in soft, shifting patterns. waves crashed against the jagged rocks below, the spray catching the light as it rose and disappeared into

the night. the air was crisp, carrying the scent of salt and something familiar—something that always made you think of her.

merissa.

your mother was the first person to ever bring you here. you remembered that day so vividly. you and your father had gotten into yet another fight about responsibility, about how you’d never last on land if you didn’t start acting right. he always saw you as reckless, as someone who would never learn from their mistakes. but of course you made mistakes—you were a kid. harsh words had been exchanged, ones you could never forget, and the look he’d given you that day still made your stomach churn.

you lowered yourself onto the rocks, letting the cool stone ground you as you stared out at the restless ocean. sometimes, if you tuned everything else out—let the crashing waves drown out the noise in your head—you could still feel her beside you. holding you. telling you everything would be okay. that one day, your father would see you for who you truly were.

matt shoved his hands in his pockets, tilting his head with that insufferably smug grin. “damn, sweetheart, you wound me. here i was, thinking you snuck off just to get a moment alone with me.” he let out a low chuckle, stepping closer. “but hey, if you wanted some one-on-one time, all you had to do was ask.”

“you came to me!”

“that i did.” he nodded, that cheeky smile still playing on his lips. “now miss ser, if you care to enlighten me, what are you doing here?”

you scoff, rolling your eyes as you turn away from him. “none of your damn business, pretty boy.” you mutter, focusing back on the waves. “now go run along back to bethany or whatever groupie you’ve got waiting for you.”

matt chuckles, stepping closer as he tilts his head. "jealous, are we? don’t worry, sweetheart, there’s plenty of me to go around—though i gotta admit, you’d be my favorite if you just gave in already."

you shrug nonchalantly, barely sparing him a glance. “if you think i’m gonna fight over your attention, you’re dumber than you look. go ahead, keep thinking you’re some kind of prize, but i’m good.”

matt grins, clearly enjoying himself. “oh, i’m sure you’re good, princess. but deep down, i know you’re curious. why else would you keep looking at me like that?”

you cross your arms, a slight smirk tugging at your lips. “you seriously think i’m curious about anything that comes out of your mouth? you must be real full of yourself.”

he scoots closer, plopping down next to you with that signature cocky grin still plastered on his face. “it’s not just what i say, it’s how i say it. you can’t tell me you don’t feel something when i’m around.”

you scoff, not looking at him, trying to stay in control of the situation. “yeah, what i feel is annoyance. that’s the only thing i get from you.”

there’s a beat of silence. matt leans back slightly, his posture casual, but his eyes study you more intently now. he seems to sense something you can’t quite put your finger on. “sure, kid,” he says, voice a bit softer, though his trademark arrogance is still there. “keep lying to yourself.”

you bite your lip, pretending to ignore the flicker of something inside you, something that shifts just a little when he’s close. it’s so small, you almost think you imagined it. but you don't let it show. you glance out at the ocean, focusing on the waves crashing against the rocks. it’s easier to pretend you don’t feel the tension when you’re not looking at him. 

matt shifts next to you, the smallest of pauses before he speaks again, his tone quieter now. “you know... you’re more complicated than you let on.”

you feel the words linger in the air, and even though you want to brush it off, there's a flicker—just the tiniest shift in your chest that catches you off guard. but it’s gone before you can fully recognize it. you make sure your voice stays level. “complicated? or maybe you’re just not paying attention.”

he chuckles, leaning back against the rocks. “maybe. or maybe you just don’t want me to.”

there’s a subtle shift in the air, like a change in the tide. but just as quickly, it’s gone—leaving nothing behind except the faintest crack in the wall you’ve built. you feel it, but you bury it, dismissing it like everything else. because you don’t have time for that. not now. not ever.

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[zablife]

Imagine Harry Being Sent to Discipline You

Harry da Souza x female reader (Conrad Harrigan's granddaughter)

Harry and the Brat Masterlist

A/N: We all seem to agree that we'd like Harry to threaten us so let's explore that here, shall we? 😈 Jan does not exist in this AU!

Warnings: 🔞, mention of drug use, spanking, sex

No spoilers!!!

🍒 Closing your bedroom door quietly behind him Harry exhaled a heavy sigh. He's been here before...many times. When your grandfather wants to give you a proper scare, he always calls Harry.

🍒 To you, the notion of Grandad sending his fixer to deal with your temper tantrums amuses you, a little smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth the moment you exit the en suite to find him waiting.

🍒 Glimpsing the white powder beneath your nose, he dabbed at his own face to signal you to do the same.

🍒 Utterly exhausted from cleaning up your latest mess, he ran a large hand down his stubbled jawline. The abundance of gray in his beard is your doing, the task of keeping you safe a full time job unto itself.

🍒 Somehow you never seem to learn your lesson. Whether it's shoplifting, drugs or unsuitable romantic partners, you're a media scandal waiting to tarnish the family name.

🍒 Your latest infraction should be the least of Harry's concerns, but Conrad has grown weary of your incorrigible nature and demands you be punished.

🍒 "M not gonna draw this out because I think you know your grandfather is unhappy with you and has been for some time," Harry began calmly.

🍒 "Oh, gosh...Grandad is unhappy?" you simpered, giving your best doe eyes as your lips settled into a pout.

🍒 "After last night? Yeah, I think he has the right to be upset," Harry stated without blinking once.

🍒 You can't help but giggle as Harry pulls up a chair opposite you, close enough for you to smell the musk and sandalwood in his cologne.

🍒 "You won't be fucking laughing when I get done with ya, love. Not this time," Harry warns in a deep growl.

🍒 "Why? What are you going to do to me?" you ask, biting your lower lip seductively.

🍒 You've tried this routine before, but Harry's always stayed strong in the face of temptation. What he wouldn't give to twist your hair around his fist as he mercilessly pistons into your tight little cunt.

🍒 Noting his far off look, you asked, "You reconsidering?" Turning away from him, you added dismissively, "If so, I'll go about my day."

🍒 "Sit down!" he ordered, voice booming with authority.

🍒 Doing his best to regain control over his thoughts, he focused on the task at hand. "We've got a problem, haven't we?"

🍒 You tilted your head at him coquettishly, exchanging a glance of desire that couldn't be denied. "Can't we work something out?" you ventured in a soft lilt.

🍒 "I'm afraid not," Harry informed you, rubbing his palms together with a sense of finality. "Conrad says I'm to get an apology out of you," he revealed with a look of fixed determination.

🍒 You nodded to show you were playing along, but simply had to test boundaries as you queried, "And what am I to apologize for?"

🍒 "You'd know better than me so talk me thru it," he prodded.

🍒 Unwilling to admit your part in the debauchery of last night, you pursed your lips tightly in a show of defiance.

🍒 "See that...that won't work, love," Harry informed you, pointing at you accusingly. He knew all too well your skill at dodging difficult topics and he wasn't about to let you get away with this.

🍒 Leaning forward to get a bit closer, you rested your elbows on your knees and narrowed your eyes at the imposing man before you. "I won't say a word," you challenged him.

🍒 "Want to do this the hard way?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows at you. When you didn't respond he only replied in irritation, "I ought to take you over my knee right now."

🍒 "So what's stopping you?" came your bratty reply. Calling his bluff, you stood so you could push your jeans down to your ankles, presenting your thong covered backside with a flourish.

🍒 You could hear him gulp behind you, but he didn't move from his spot. He was obviously more loyal to the family than you gave him credit for.

🍒 Watching you shake your ass in front of him caused the tightly wound tether to snap inside Harry. Today was not just the final straw for Conrad, but for his desire as well.

🍒 You gasped as you felt him grab you from behind with a punishing grip. Chest heaving with adrenaline, you struggled beneath him only to realize how quickly he was able to overpower you.

🍒The feeling of him pushing you down against the bed was intoxicating and you could only issue a muffled cry of protest as he began to raise his hand to you.

🍒 "You're going to count every fucking one," he hissed in your ear as his palm crashed down on your supple flesh.

🍒 Too surprised and turned on to protest, you did as he asked, squeaking out the slow count of each deliberate slap.

🍒 Watching the flesh jiggle after each blow, Harry promised himself he would stop before he'd broken you. However, your tears came sooner than he expected.

🍒 "I'm...I'm...s-sorry," you stuttered, your tremors shaking the mattress beneath you.

🍒 Just as Harry relinquished his hold on you, you gave up the stunt and whipped around to capture his jaw in your talons. Pressing your lips to his insistently, you licked into his mouth to deepen the kiss.

🍒 The jingle of his belt buckle signaled his surrender to desire, quickly ripping away the impediment between you so he could finally give into his need.

🍒 You pressed his cheek to yours as he sunk into you with one deep thrust, a shuddered breath shared between you as you crossed a line that assured your mutual destruction.