#and it fits perfectly in that damn garage

[agapimeni]

Is it like, normal that my mom got a pretty fancy car from her new boyfriend? I feel like I was born yesterday. This shit happens?? I just can’t imagine getting a car and not. idk. giving a car in return? XD she gets all this stuff, now a car, and it all just looks like a liability to me but I guess it isn’t. I’m trying to be normal about it but failing I meannnnn she’s so lucky right? But it grosses me out. Idk

[disneyprincemuke]

the orange peel theory * fem!driver

how many men in her life would stop to peel an orange for her if she asks randomly?

pairings: f1 grid x fem!driver

warnings: -

notes: juSt a random idea i got when i dreadfully peeled oranges for myself ugh i hate being single sometimes

guys this is the last vr update today i swear i’ve got too much times on my hands actually

(series masterlist) | (📂 the rookie season)

-> max verstappen, #1

would be in the middle of an interview after quali when she comes up to him with a mandarin orange in hand

max stops mid sentence to look down at her in confusion but will take the orange into his hands as she asks him to peel it for her politely

he would cover the mic and whisper “can this wait? i’m in the middle of something” and she shows him her hands, perfectly manicured white nails with a frown and says “i’ll stain my nails”

and he just does it, peeling the orange as he carries on with the interview after she walks away without him knowing

when he finishes, he turns to give it to her but she’s no longer there and ends up eating the orange during his interview lol

-> logan sargeant, #2

he’d be sitting in his garage minding his own business when she comes and sits next to him with a bag of mandarin oranges in hand

he doesn’t even need to be told

he immediately reaches out and starts peeling the oranges for her, even tearing away the white strands because he knows she hates those

totally nothing to do with the fact that he’s had a crush on her forever

everything to do with the fact that they grew up together and he’s too lazy to fight

-> daniel ricciardo, #3

he’s literally just walked into the paddocks for race day

he feels all cool with all the cameras

suddenly she runs over to him with an orange in her hands and a hopeful smile

“peel this for me please?”

he does it without question

he walks the paddocks with her while peeling her orange and even sparks up conversation with her

-> lando norris, #4

literally walks away when he sees her approaching him with an orange

she’s been doing it all weekend and he refuses to be a victim

also because he’s not that fond of peeling oranges

or oranges, for that matter

she tries chasing after him but when she finally catches up, he simply ignores the request to peel the orange for her

-> pierre gasly, #10

he’ll be literally walking over to the grid for the driver’s parade

looking pretty cool in his cool fits

an orange is presented to him without question

he grins at her and thanks her for the orange

walks away and eats the orange himself

-> sergio perez, #11

would also be in the middle of an interview when she comes up with an orange

would peel it because he’s a mega dad and he’s really taken a liking to her

excuses himself from the interview to do it for her real quick

would take one piece of the orange for himself

claims it’s the taxes for making him do it instead of doing it herself

-> fernando alonso, #14

takes the orange without her saying anything

he’s always seen with seb on race weekends and is very used to her antics

literally gives her the orange peel and one piece of orange

eats the orange without her saying anything

she’s in damn near tears because she really expected fernando to peel it for her without question

-> charles lerclerc, #16

is sad that she didn’t bring him an orange too

still peels it for her though

even though he was in the middle of some paddock game with carlos

asks for a piece and because she loves him and her crush is still very much present, she simply gives him the whole orange

-> lance stroll, #18

he’d have been coming out of his racing home minding his own business

they don’t interact often because she scares him

is almost scared to say no to the orange peeling and actually says no

mutters “i always knew you hated me” as she walks away

which then makes him chase her to peel the orange for her and apologise profusely

because lance and her literally never talk and it took up all her courage to approach him with this orange, she gives him half of the orange

-> kevin magnussen, #20

asks her if she's got an extra orange for his baby girl

she literally came prepared and gives one to cute baby laura

so now kevin has to peel two oranges for two babies

outrageous, if u ask him

-> nyck de vries, #21

has unfortunately departed by the time she decided to be a menace about the orange peel theory

she thinks about him often though

they're texting buddies actually

-> yuki tsunoda, #22

literally came prepared

he's got a packet of candy he bought when he flew back to japan for a visit

she gives him the whole orange

she literally peels the orange for him in exchange for the candy

-> alex albon, #23

was literally walking to the grid for the opening ceremony of the race weekend

says no immediately

but he does change his mind and asks if he can have half if he peels it for her

peels it and takes more than half of the share

-> zhou guanyu, #24

is delighted to even see her because they don't come across one another often

is kinda touched that she asked him to peel an orange but then is disappointed to find out that he's not the first victim and that this is all a tiktok trend for her

peels it anyway

asks her to bring an extra orange if there's a next time as payment

-> niko hulkenberg, #27

she literally cannot find him

doesn't get to participate in the trend

she only saw him once that weekend and it was at the opening ceremony and she only had 1 orange for alex to peel

and on the grid in his race car

-> esteban ocon, #31

absolutely ADORES her

peels it without question

peeks around her shoulder to ask if she's brought another one for him

she says yes and that he's the only one who gets one for himself because she loves him back

-> lewis hamilton, #44

this psycho literally approaches lewis when he's on an interview panel

but that's because he asked her to do it at that time so he has a excuse to escape the panel

he's just so tired of the panel interviews

giggling with her like demons as he peels the orange

-> carlos sainz, #55

peels it for her without question

the only one to ask her why she's got so many oranges to eat and hand out

also the only one to ask her if oranges have been the only thing she's eaten all weekend

inhumanly impossible to eat this many oranges in one weekend perhaps

-> george russell, #63

is literally tearing up because she came to him to ask to peel the orange

he heard from alex what she's been doing

he's been waiting all weekend for her and was sad that it seemed like she had no intentions on letting him participate in her tiktok

she feels so bad for him that she joins him in peeling an orange as well

-> valtteri bottas, #77

is confused because he's just minding his own business using his phone during the driver's briefing

peels the orange for her anyway

asks if oranges are her favourite fruit

suggests eating something less acidic to avoid a tummyache

-> oscar piastri, #81

if anyone's tired of her being a menace with all these oranges, it's going to be him

but because he knows she'll pick a fight if he says no

he will peel the orange reluctantly

takes a picture with the orange because it's the same shade as the mclaren shirt he is wearing

— bonus

-> liam lawson, #30

asks her to fuck off

only ask him to peel an orange when she's lost all the ability to peel one for herself

asks her if he can have one from her orange stash

she says no in tears because he cussed at her

shrugs and walks away

-> sebastian vettel, #5

this clinically insane woman has got this 4 time world champion peeling oranges on the pit wall during qualifying

has him throw her a peeled orange in between laps during qualifying

eats it in the car for a racing 'buff' before she drives out for a lap

she's got too many oranges so he helps her eat some of them

eating oranges = beating mclaren = beating oscar because they're all the same colour and have a correlation obviously

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[pastryfication]

but that's just when you happened

pairing: oscar piastri x reader note: based on packing it up by gracie abrams and this request <33

the paddock roared with life as the cars zoomed past in incredibly high speed, but you weren’t focused on them. only one car really mattered in your eyes. his car.

never before had you loved someone so overwhelmingly much. never had you been so all consumingly infatuated. you wouldn’t consider yourself selfish—quite the opposite actually—but never had you wanted so many good things for another person. you wanted him to get everything he could ever ask for. everything from a cold pillow to a cool wind in his perfectly styled hair to something much bigger—something much more important. things like a win. a formula 1 win.

he wasn’t a loud person, quite the opposite actually, but when you laid together talking late at night, it was as if the words wouldn’t stop flowing from him. he told you about his deepest fears and wildest desires, and you listened closely, because he was so special. so so special.

you weren’t looking for love when you met him. you had actually sworn it off, but when you saw his dopey smile and warm eyes for the first time, all your rules went out the window.

every thought about packing up your heart for good—packing it away so it couldn’t be hurt another time—went out the window the second he entered your life.

no one made you blush like him, and it wasn’t even intentional most of the time. he just couldn’t help himself when everything about you was so damn beautiful. so beautiful and so perfect for him. it was as if you were build to be together, the way your hand fit in his like a puzzle piece. the way your head felt so perfectly placed tucked under his chin when you hugged.

with him, love wasn’t a game anymore. he ticked all your boxes, but you hadn’t even realised that before your friends pointed it out. the way you couldn’t find any icks, didn’t have anything you wanted to change, felt too good to be true. the first night you slept together where you woke up in his arms you almost panicked because the feeling was so new to you. new, but so so nice.

it was as if he was sent to earth specifically for you. and just at the right moment when you were about to pack it all up. he came into your life and changed it all. turned everything upside down.

his dry humour matched your dark one completely. no one could make you laugh like him. laugh until you felt like you were actually dying of happiness, like nothing mattered but the silly inside joke you shared.

he fit so perfectly in with your family dynamic. laughing with your father, sharing sweet stories with your mother, befriending your siblings as if it was the most natural thing in the world. watching the sunsets in the summer along with them, him standing close to you with his arm around your shoulder while your parents smiled adoringly at you. falling asleep together in your childhood bedroom, his hand drawing lazy shapes on you bare skin. repeating it all with his family afterwards.

he was your soulmate. you were 100 percent certain. you needed him him like you needed air to breathe. like you needed food and water. you wanted to listen to him talk forever and ever and even longer. with him by your side, you were sure you would die happily.

you held him after bad races and good races. through happy days and days were he felt like giving up. never did you let him ache alone.

you completed him and he completed you. you wanted everything good for him. everything he could ask for. but most of all, you hoped he would finally get the win he had so long longed for.

and at that moment, as you stood with his family in the mclaren garage, it finally seemed like a real possibility. your hands were squeezed tightly with oscar’s sisters. hattie holding so tightly on to you that your hand was about to lose feeling, but you didn’t pay any attention to it. you eyes were glued to the screen showing the race. showing your boyfriend in first position.

your heart was beating out of your chest, a lump was forming in your throat and your whole body was tensed up. this could be it. this could be the moment you had longed for for so long.

when his car crossed the finish line, you weren’t even thinking. no thoughts were clear in your head. nothing but oscar, oscar, oscar.

as soon as he was out of the car, he was running towards you. you had made your way to the barriers with the team and his mum, but he ignored them all as soon as he spotted you. his arms were around you in a tight hug and your head almost took a hit against his helmet with the speed in which he pulled you in.

but it didn’t matter. nothing mattered but him and the fact that he was a formula one winner. your winner.

a hundred cameras were probably pointed towards you, filming the first public display of affection he had ever shown, but it didn’t matter either. all you cool think was oscar, oscar, oscar.

it was weird how important he was to you. how intertwined the two of you were. you weren’t even looking for someone when you met him, yet here you were. you were so close to packing it up, but then he happened. he turned your whole world upside down, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. he was all that mattered. oscar, oscar, oscar.

[onlyangel4]

unexpected. SMAU. LH44. final part.

lewis hamilton x tattoo artist! reader

in which reader is the last person someone you expect to find in the paddock and that is what makes him drawn to you. or lando's tattoo artist friend visits the paddock to tattoo zak brown after the miami gp win and the internet goes mad.

warnings- cursing

part one // part two

main faceclaim is ryan ashley malarkey

y/ntattoos posted a story

written: lilith's first time abroad is gonna be a fun one.

hamiltonupdates

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hamiltonupdates: lewis and roscoe seen arriving to the canadian gp. he arrived with y/n y/ln the tattoo artist that he was pictured with at the italian gp and her dog lilith. something tells us that this is not just a coincidence

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user17: damn i thought we had escaped y/n

user53: no cause if they are having a dog play date that is the cutest thing

user43: fuck it. i'm speaking my truth, i love y/n and hope that they are together

y/ntattoos posted a story

written: lilith's first gp

landonorris replied to your story: TRAITOR

y/ntattoos: oh shh you knew i was going to be in mercedes hospitality

landonorris: i know but still i miss my god daughter

mercedesamgf1

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mercedesamgf1: puppy love in the mercedes garage today

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y/ntattoos: in lilith's defence roscoe doesn't actually seem phased

lewishamilton: did he tell you that

y/ntattoos: yeah he told me he loves her and wants her around all the time

lewishamilton: my poor son is now a chair

y/ntattoos: if lilith fits, lilith sits i don't make the rules

georgerussell: wishing that we always have dogs in the garage

lewishamilton: roscoe is almost always there george

georgerussell: i mean cute dogs that don't drool like roscoe

user10: see even mercedes admin likes y/n so just leave her alone

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mclaren: you took our girl and her dog. how dare you!

mercedesamgf1: admin is willing to fight to the death for y/n and lilith

mclaren: name a time and a place

y/ntattoos

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y/ntattoos: the best weekend

thank you for having us mercedesamgf1

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lewishamilton: i think roscoe is already missing lilith

y/ntattoos: and lilith is really mssing roscoe

user19: they are flirting through their dogs. she matches his freak perfectly.

mercedesamgf1: we love you y/n

georgerussell: second !

carmenmundt: third !

y/ntattoos: love you all

user32: the entire mercedes garage loves her so all you haters should just shut tf up liked by y/ntattoos

landonorris: i was gonna leave an angry comment but y'all are cute

user41: LANDO WHAT DO YOU KNOW

lewishamilton posted a story

written: here we go @.y/ntattoos

landonorris replied to your story: make sure you don't cry like a baby in front of your girlfriend

lewishamilton: lando i have been tattooed so many times before. i think you might be projecting

lewishamilton posted a story

written: all new finger tatts done by the talented @.y/ntattoos

y/ntattoos

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y/ntattoos: today black hope tattoo studios welcomed roscoe (and his dad)

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roscoelovescoco: lilith is the best napping partner ever

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lewishamilton: amazed by how talented you are

y/ntattoos: aw thank you lew

user47: omg lew, they have to be dating

user92: it is silverstone week shouldn't he really be training and not wasting time with her

user12: they are fucking adults. leave them alone.

y/ntattoos posted a story

written: here we fucking go

f1wags

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f1wags: firstly, well done lewis! secondly, this win has revealed a brand new wag in y/n y/ln. there have been rumours surrounding the tattoo artist dating lewis since they met in italy but today has cemented it. when lewis won cameras cut to y/n happy sobbing in the mercedes garage with roscoe in her arms and then she ran over to the podium to congratulate him.

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f1fan: for all the hate she got in the beginning i love her

user12: her carrying roscoe to the podium made me cry

user70: best wag confirmed?

y/ntattoos

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y/ntattoos: lew. i am so incredibly captivated by your talent, i spent that whole race just watching you make good decisions again and again, your brain amazes me. i am so fucking proud of you my love.

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lewishamilton: i had the best support imaginable

y/ntattoos: i love you

mercedesamgf1: y/n you just made admin cry all over again

y/ntattoos: sorry admin. love you !

landonorris: finally, i don't have to keep this secret

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton: full silverstone post is in the works. but first i would like to introduce you all to my lucky charm.

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y/ntattoos: you did it baby

lewishamilton: lcould not have done it without your support my love.

user62: this man wins a grand prix for the first time in over 900 days and his first priority is to hard launch his girlfriend. i want a love like that.

mercedesamgf1: brand new wag just dropped

taglist for this series: @ilivbullyingjeongin @formulaal @xoscar03

[ornii]

She Likes to Flirt (A Lot)

Natasha Romanoff X Male Reader (Short & Sweet) (Yup, Like Nat)

You obviously have a thing for Nat, and Almost everyone sees it.

Being the Spirit of Vengeance you held within yourself the devils bounty hunter, making you one of the most powerful begins on earth and a potential Level 10 Threat. Obviously you were scouted by S.H.I.E.L.D and joined their marry band of heroes, the Avengers. And after the little stunt in New York, the rest was history. Mission after mission you slowly grew closer to Natasha. Seasoned Assassin and Spy, she was the first you met due to her doing recon for Nick Fury. Naturally you two grew to be good friends, perhaps, even more.

It was nearing Night, after another mission at Sokovia you headed back to Stark Tower to celebrate, the massive parking garage opens up and you park your chopper there. Following behind was Natasha as usuals, somehow the Jeep didn’t get demolished in the fight. You chucked as you walked to the elevator. Natasha follows, looking at the bike.

“Aren’t gonna take your keys?” She asked, “Trust me, that bike isn’t going anywhere without me.” You reassured her, tapping the upper floors you both stood there as it began to rise. She dusts herself off as you try to put the flames off on your coat.

“Good mission overall.” She said, “Yup, Bruce and Tony are in their nerd lab brooding or something. With them together I’m a bit worried.”

“Don’t be. We can handle them, well I can.” She said, “What’s that supposed to mean?” You respond and she keeps her eyes forward, smiling. She ignores your question.

“You stink.” She said.

“I Tore through hydra guards like butter with a hot knife, I’m gonna stink. I’m pretty proud of that.” You said, “You do have a lot of. Good assets.” Nat said.

“Well damn that’s a first. A compliment.” You said.

“Now you know Steve doesn’t like that kind of language.” She said jokingly, you bite your lip and look forward trying not to laugh.

“He’s never gonna live that down.” You said

“Ever.” Natasha comments.

“You know you stink too right? Gonna need to shower.”

“Obviously, we have a party tonight, plus I have to put my face on, or whatever normal women say.” Natasha looks at her reflection.

“You’re Normal Nat.” You said to cheer her up. She turns to you, smiling. “I’m an assassin and you’re a bounty hunter for the devil, we’re not normal.”

“Well obviously but, looks wise, you don’t need to put on your face, looks good as is.” You point out, poking her forehead. Before she can open her mouth for some cheeky response, the Elevator opens and you step out.

“See you tonight Red.” You give her a send off before heading to the one room you somewhat own in the Tower.

The Party Finally arrives and you’re mingling with Thor and Rhody, who’s giving an, interesting story.

“Well, you know, the suit can take the weight, right? So I take the tank, fly it right up to the General's palace, drop it at his feet, I'm like, "Boom! You looking for this?" He explains, (Y/n) and Thor exchange glances and then back to Rhody. "Boom! Are you looking..." Why do I even talk to you guys? Everywhere else that story kills.

“That's the whole story?” Thor asks.

“Yeah, it's a War Machine story.”

“Well, it's very good then. It's impressive.”

“Yeah the Tank Part was really cool.” You said, Rhody sighs. “Okay fine, what did you do that was cool?”

“Uh, recently? By myself? A meteor was gonna hit Sweden so, I flew into the air and used my chain to pull the meteor back and hurl it into the atmosphere.” You casually explain, Rhody looks flabbergasted. “It was a Tuesday, I think.” You said, Rhody walks off as Thor Pats you on the shoulder. “That’s, very impressive.” And walks off, maybe you were going a little too high, you finished your beer and looked to the bar for more, what caught your eye was the redhead in a perfectly fitting white dress, you mosey over and casually slide down on a seat. Your eyes and Nat’s lock, and she smiles.

“Come here often, handsome?” She was the first to lay the foundation for the chat and you went right along with it.

“No, first time, but I saw this beautiful bombshell working the Bar and I had to see her.” You reply, Nat couldn’t hide her smile.

“Now what kind of man would leave a woman like you all by your lonesome, must have a bad taste in them.” You added on.

“He's not so bad. Well, he has a temper. Deep down he's all fluff. Fact is, he's not like anybody I've ever known. All my friends are fighters. And here comes this guy, trying to actually do the right thing. Even if he screws if up sometimes.”

“He…Sounds amazing.”

“He's also a huge dork.” She adds in, (Y/n) looks blindsided, Nat shrugs, “Chicks dig that. So what do you think should I fight this, or run with it?”

“Well, the guy really likes you.. I say give a chance, see where it goes? Is that, wrong to ask?” He asks, so hopeful. Nat smiles and sits up from the bar.

“Not at all, but, I think she likes you too, it may not look like it now... But never say never.” Natasha walks away, and Steve approaches (Y/n,) who sat there really considering her words.

“It's nice.” Steve said.

“What?” You reply confused.

“You and Romanoff.”

“No, me and her aren’t uh.. you know.” You mutter, Steven shakes your resolve.

“It's okay. Nobody's breaking any by-laws. It's just, she's not the most... open person in the world. But with you she seems very relaxed.”

“Yeah, Nat she... she likes to flirt. So do I.” You admit, now daydreaming of her slowly taking that dress off. But Steve ruins your daydreaming.

“I've seen her flirt, up close. This ain't that. Look, as maybe the world's leading authority on "waiting too long;" don't. You both deserve a win.” Steve gives you some damn good advice, and went off to his lonesome. You really thought about what he said.

“You know Steve, you got a point.. we do deserve a happy ending and— Wait, what the hell do you mean, "up close"?!

[ronearoundblindly]

ooo how would ce characters react if you started decorating for autumn in august? 🤭

Ya know, right off the bat, I can't think of anyone who's downright against it, but some of them would help and some would just leave you to it. One--take a wild guess--would throw an incredible bitch-fit if he tripped over one gd thing in his way, but otherwise...

Um, there's some language but nothing adult-specific.

Most Into Autumn Decor--Curtis Everett

Okay, there's a reason I worded it that way, but I was a bit surprised, too. I would not be able to tell you if this somehow wasn't influenced by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork's "Life Is Short So Make It Sweet" series, but I truly believe Curtis would be equally into decorating for fall/autumn with you. He'd be the most active in finding decor, too, whether he's shopping with you there or just finding stuff randomly. He'd take the time to plan out and execute a whole thing in the house, and he would get the most joy out of sitting in the warm glow.

Honorable Mentions to James Mace, Johnny Storm, and Ransom Drysdale.

Mace will get into it but not as much as Curtis and for a shorter period of time. You best believe Johnny digs the campfire-and-s'mores vibes but is wary of shit hanging from the ceiling or dry stuff piled on the floor. Ransom is obviously into dressing for the season but also likes to find the most expensive version of all decor, so those beautiful, blown-glass pumpkins are a staple. Ran is perfectly fine if you want to repaint the damn walls every couple months to match the mood; he's fine with it, but he doesn't expend much effort.

Most Indifferent--Jimmy Dobyne

He doesn't hate the season by any means. He's fine with the colors. He likes when you're happy, so if the house needs to be packed with pumpkins and fairylights and shit, okay. Don't expect him to really participate in it, and don't bring rotting leaves into the house. Real pumpkins are for eating or outside.

The other reason he doesn't really care is that Jimmy spends most days outdoors for work and whatnot. He sorta just...sees autumn the whole time it's autumn, and that is enough for him.

*Most Into Halloween Decor--Jake Jensen

If you were wondering why I didn't mention Jake earlier it's because he is miles above Curtis's enthusiasm for one specific thing: spooky shit.

Jake isn't afraid to go all-out. He will make the entire house, the yard, the gd neighborhood if they let him, into a haunted experience. This is, unfortunately, to the point where you have slipped on fake blood before and bruised your tailbone. Jake is now limited to the week of Halloween itself for the more dangerous accoutrements like liquids and sharp blades. Knives and weapons stay in shadowboxes or cabinets otherwise.

No, he will not be taking questions about why they aren't the fake, safe kinds. Just let him have this.

**I don't have a name for the superlative that Lloyd Hansen wins but he is the most obsessed with curating *his look* seasonally.

Yes, I even mean more so than our sweater boi Ransom...

Lloyd is also the man who flips the fuck out if a room or the yard is littered with stuff to decorate. If it's a mess (even for a little while) he thinks it all looks trashy and can't stand that, so you gotta be kinda stealth or methodical about doing it.

Most Into DIY Decor--Ari Levinson

Project? Did someone say project???? Ari's there, tools ready, let's go.

Ari's the man who has a shed or garage full of stuff for all occasions. Sure, there are a lot of power tools and mechanic things, but he's also kept track of all the art supplies, cleaned up that hot-glue gun and twist-tied the cord nicely, and sorted everything into bins or some of the drawers in his shelves. Nails and screws for all sorts. Wall anchors if necessary. He keeps a stash of those papertowel rolls for kids projects. Tissue paper and bags for gift wrapping. He doesn't go so far as to color-code it or anything, but it's grouped together and neatly stowed away. He is always willing to participate in building something new, even if it's silly little paper things.

Most Into Autumn Activities--Steve Rogers

I don't think Steve has any issue with early sprucing for the season, but he is definitely planning where the apple-picking and pumpkin patches are and when to go. There may be fourteen different hay rides and corn mazes to get through, but don't worry, he's got a schedule! He's rewashed the thermoses for hot cocoa at the ready. He bought another stack of pie tins just in case. He printed off several new recipes to try this year, and the ones from last year have hand-written notes in the margins of what to adjust this time. So, yup, hang onto your butts because it's gonna get real busy in a few weeks...

Thank you for asking!

Damnit, these are so amazingly fun. Keep 'em coming!!

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[lomlkenji]

༊*·˚ secret | reggie

request : the reader is alex's sister, she died, she's secretly dating reggie bc alex wouldn't have allowed it. he finds you guys making out one day and just has whole fit. forbids you to date any longer, then you are just sad and depressed for a couple of weeks. he sees that and allows you to date. you run up to reggie and just kiss him. alex is there like none of that on my watch, pg13 people. then you get matching jackets with reggie.

warning : ANGST, make-out, protective alex, heartbreak, but ends with fluff <3

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  YOUR CHEST WAS FLUSHED AGAINST HIS, lips moulding together, synchronising perfectly as desire shots through your veins.

You honestly don't even remember how you guys got into this position. First you were watching the band practice and the next second they said they were going to get something to eat and left, your back was slammed against the wall and your boyfriend's lips devouring yours.

"Reg-" you softly broke off the intense make out. "We're gonna get caught."

Reggie whined, at the loss of contact. "They're getting food, they would be back in like 30 minutes, tops." he said all too quickly and continued to kiss you, his hand safely planted themselves on your waist. Your hands tugged his perfect hair.

You were going to object but his lips are too intoxicating, you could kiss him for hours and hours.

Reggie lips trailed down to your neck, kissing so softly as you were made of glass. He made it his personal mission to make every inch of you feel loved.

And he did. Every. Single. Time.

You guys were so wrapped up with each other they didn't even hear the garage door opening up.

"Hey, I just forgot- What the hell?"

And the once comfortable scenery turned upside down.

You and Reggie scrambled away from each other, as you looked up at your brother's fuming figure.

"Alex, man I can explain-" Reggie stated calmly and started to move towards him.

Alex scoffed bitterly, "What? That you're probably hooking up with my sister behind my back?!" he snapped.

"Well-"

"REG!" your eyes widen and you hit Reggie's shoulder in the process.

"Yeah this is not gonna happen." Alex sternly said, motioning to the two of you.

You furrowed your eyebrows, although you know damn well what he's talking about, "What?" you mumbled.

"THIS. Whatever this is, it can't happen!" Alex exclaimed. The thought of his baby sister dating his best friend made his stomach churn.

You scoffed in disbelief, crossing your arms across your chest. "No offence Alex, but you can't just control my life."

"And you can't date my best friend!" Alex yelled clearly infuriated.

"May I ask why?" you raised your eyebrows challenging him.

Reggie was looking at the both of you back and forth in the sidelines. His mind raked over all the possibilities, and it broke him to know that this is his fault.

Alex's arms moved around in the air crazily, "You just can't! That's like a rule! And Reggie comes one man, my sister?" Alex continued, as he turned his head to look at his best friend.

Reggie shrugged his shoulders, "Well, yeah. Have you seen her?" he said, looking at you fondly.

You almost pout in awe but the situation in hand was so annoying, it stopped you from doing so.

"This is never going to happen at the end of discussion." Alex said sternly as he land his hands on his hips.

Your eyes widen, jaw clenching and unclenching, "But-"

"y/n go back home." Alex avoided all eye contact with you, as he said it.

"Alex, are you serious?" Reggie asked, his voice broke a little at the end almost like his heart.

"I'm dead serious."

! time skip brought to you by the freaking hot dogs ¡

It has been exactly one week and two days since that happened. You and Reggie stopped talking, you honestly stopped talking to everyone. You just didn't want to talk to anyone, especially Alex. You guys don't even act like siblings anymore.

One person that you would talk to is Julie, seeing that you're crashing in her room, you can't just ignore her. Julie is an amazing listener and an even better friend.

She would always ask if you were okay, always made time for your rant, just always being there for you.

When she would practise with the band you would stay in her room and just isolate yourself from the world.

Alex, of course noticing your behaviour felt guilty. He has sworn to never let anyone hurt you, but in the end he's the one that did it.

Not only that, he and Reggie's friendship has been awkward and tense, resulting in the band all being awkward and tense.

Reggie wouldn't focus, he would get the chords or lyrics wrong and he just looks like he's absolutely lost.

He's definitely lost without you.

You guys are lost without each other.

So with a little convincing from Luke and Julie, Alex decided that he would fix this.

You were in Julie's room cleaning up her closet which is definitely not dirty, you just keep unfolding and folding back her clothes, that's just how bored you were. Then suddenly there was a knock.

"Who is it?" you asked tiredly. You have a good idea who it was because if it was human they wouldn't probably knock seeing that Julie and Carlos are at school and Ray is working.

Alex swallowed his nerves as he softly said, "It's Alex. Can I come in?"

You sighed and thought about it for a few moments. Did you want to let him in?

When Alex got nothing but silence he reserved another solution. "Marco."

A small smile made its way to your lips, "Polo."

As kids, you and Alex would play Marco Polo non-stop, even when you guys are not in a pool. It honestly weirded people out seeing two kids telling 'marco' and 'polo' at the park searching for each other like lost ducks.

"Yeah, you can come in." you softly said, putting the last clothes in Julie's closet.

Alex did a little victory dance before coming through the door and immediately tackled you in a hug.

"I'm sorry." he muttered sadly.

"For what?" you asked, you don't just want an 'I'm sorry', you want a why.

"For overreacting about you and Reggie. I have come to the conclusion, that you can date my best friend if-"

You didn't even want to hear what he was going to say as you quickly poofed to the garage and were met with the face that you missed so much.

"y/n?" Reggie couldn't believe his eyes as you stood mere feet in front of him, still looking gorgeous as ever.

You sighed in relief and sprinted towards him, launching yourself in his arms and nuzzling your head in his neck. Nose grazing his neck making shivers appear all over his body.

He's holding onto you so tight as if he's afraid you would disappear. Reggie's heart felt full again, he felt happy finally having his girl back in his arms.

You guys pulled away and Reggie didn't waste any time cupping your face and connecting your lips together. Fireworks blew, butterflies flew, everything was perfect.

Alex poofed back after a few minutes and saw the sight, the poor guy is having deja vu. "Okay, okay, okay, if we're gonna do this then no making out in front of me. Let's make it pg-13 yeah?" he moved towards you guys, pulling the pair away from each other.

You and Reggie laughed at your brother's antics before Reggie remembered something.

"Oh wait, y/n I bought something for you!" he excitedly said, moving beside the couch to grab the item.

"What?" you asked in amusement at his frantic searches. You missed him so much.

"Aha!" His eyes brightened when he found what he was looking for. He made his way back to you, "Look! We have matching jackets!"

"Oh my god really?" you asked, as your voice went a few pitches higher because of excitement.

Your heart flutters in your chest, as you took it from Reggie's hand. Staring at the piece of clothing with heart eyes. "I love it."

Reggie felt his heart thump faster when you looked up at him with soft eyes.

"And I love you." he breathed out with full meaning and emotion.

It definitely was not a secret that you guys were totally head over heels for each other.

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[zombiewhor3]

VULNERABLE TALES

rick grimes x fem reader

WARNINGS: smut, penetrative sex, making love, reader is over 18, mentions of love-bombing, implications of being a widower, mentions of ex dead wife/spouse, angst, mentions of child birth/pregnancy, mentions of insecurity from reader and rick, mentions of pre-apocalypse times, mentions of ex dead boyfriend,

a/n: i cried over this, as i was writing i was literally bawling my eyes out while writing some of the details and i honestly was in a fit of tears for like 30 minutes over this.....

-

he was fucking into her so perfectly, his cock filled her to the brim and luckily he was able to fit his whole length in her tight cunt, she hummed against him as her nails dug into his shoulder blades.

with each rough but lustful thrust inside her she hadn't known what to think anymore, she wasn't sure what this was anymore, whether he was making love or he just need erotic sex.

she hoped it was both and that maybe it could be both, that she could continue to feel loved while he filled her up with his member,

"oh fuck, l-love you rick, love you s-so much!" she cried against him feeling as the crook of his neck seemed to muffle her affection that had spilled out of her mouth for him.

"love you to, fuck you're so tight" he hummed back feeling her cunt clench around his cock knowing that she was loving the feeling of hearing the three simple words from his mouth.

he held onto her waist and he leaned down closer to start a trail of hickies that started from her jawline all the way down to the valley of her breasts hearing her whine and moan at the same time from all of the built up pressure inside of her.

it was like she could see stars and each time she tried to count them only more and more appeared, her face toss and turned in the pillow her head was resting on as her legs wiggled and her cunt started to squeeze down harder and harder on his cock.

-

she laid there flustered by the fact he had just left, he left her cold in the bed in the middle of the night, her mind seemed to take it personal while she kept trying to come up with a haze of excuses or ideas as to why he wasn't tangled in the sheets next to her.

maybe someone was in trouble? did someone get sick again at the clinic? did Carl sneak out again? did rick go on a run to escape from the others for a little? was he leaving her and if he did why had he fucked her so god damn good just to leave her after she fell asleep?

she let out a deep breath running her hands over her face as she pulled the sheets off of her bare body and slipped on a fresh set of clothes, she made her way into the bathroom but it was empty along with the kitchen and the living room and even the garage were all empty not even a sight of Rick to be seen.

his gun wasn't on the night stand so she knew he must've taken it with him, and well his wedding ring wasn't there either so he must've taken that along with him to.

maybe he regretted it, maybe he just regretted the idea of her saying the l word to him so much that he felt pressured to say it back, the heat of the moment had just been imprinted on him.

so no it wasn't love it was sex, that's all it was, it wasn't full of love or lust or magic or even erotica of it all but just plain sloppy but so good damn worth of sex is what they had.

she stepped out onto the porch to see that the wind was blowing and the breeze sent a chill down her spine, there was truly no sight of him, and now she was alone, alone in the house by herself.

maybe he'd come back, and she was just overreacting but as she woke up once more the bedside was still cold and he still hadn't been around, and it broke her heart feeling the cold and empty bed side next to her.

it seemed to pulse a pain through her because she felt like it was all her damn fault that he left, that she had simply scared him off or just pushed him way past his limit of love.

-

"tell me it was real" she spoke taking a sip from her mug as she looked over at the blonde women who was walking with Sam talking about something she couldn't quite make out.

y/n could feel the air tense up while Rick noticed her gaze on Jessie, he placed a soft trail of kisses on the bare skin of her shoulders that the tank-top on her revealed to him.

she tried to hold back and act like she hadn't wanted it from him, to act like she didn't actually loved him but she just couldn't, she couldn't imagine herself being so cold to a man she had loved ever since the beginning of the end of the world bullshit.

"please tell me you meant it, that it wasn't just the heat of the moment somehow caused by last night" she spoke while her hand trembled, she looked down at the wood while setting down her mug onto the porch watching as some of the droplets spilled onto the cotton colored wood she leaned on.

She didn't turn around to face Rick but she knew the expression that was surely planted on his face now, she knew his pupils would swell up any time he was asked a question, she believed that it was just the sense of emotion in the air that caused it for him.

he rubbed her lower back softly hearing as she let out a pleasured groan, but she was still confused as to why he was silent, as to why he wasn't answering her questions.

he sighed out before finally having the courage to speak, "i did, i meant every ounce of what i said" he spoke rubbing small circles with his thumbs on her lower back as he could feel her loosen up for him.

"when was the last time you said it?" y/n asked flipping around to look at him, she watched him gulp as he pulled on his hands to run over the stubble of his beard and yet like a habit he pulled his other hand away to fiddle with his wedding ring.

and seeing the silver ring being turned seem to make her stomach churn as she pressed herself even harder into the railing, "when Lori was pregnant with Judith" he spoke honestly while planting himself a seat in one of the chairs resting on the porch,

she gulped so harshly that it had caused a throbbing pain in her throat, her arms were folded as she stared down at the wedding ring his fingers were twisting at.

he could tell she noticed it by the pale and drooping expression on her face almost like he had just accidentally shattered her heart, "i only wear it as a memory of who i was" Rick admitted,

and he hadn't told anything but the truth, he wanted to be honest with her even if it meant being vulnerable with himself and her, she had to see and accept all of his emotions even if he felt that they made him so damn weak, but in reality the emotions and the tears that he had cried made him even more damn powerful.

"after Lori died, i felt" he paused to swallow back the tears that were trying to pry themselves out from his eyes, "after she died i lost my mind, i just her death, and well you i-" he wasn't even sure what he was ranting about now cause his mind was in a haze.

she had wished she hadn't been so god damn stupid and asked that question to him, he had a few tears pouring down his eyes, "i didn't think i could ever feel this way again" he admitted feeling her arms wrap around him like a warm blanket and god was it comforting.

he wasn't sure he could love or if he could be loved again, after Lori his entire world was destroyed, "i didn't mean to love bomb you last night Rick i'm sorry i should've known better to not be so stupid" y/n spoke as she slipped into his lap to prevent his face from being buried in his hands.

he stroked her hair softly to just take in more of her embrace, "that's not what you did, you meant it right?" now it was just a damn time loop for them because they were asking the same questions

"i did and i do, i mean it that i love you"

she replied, she hadn't felt the same after she had seen her boyfriend being torn apart by walkers, at the beginning when they were both trying to survive and he had just given up and let himself get torn apart like a piece of meat.

that was the only boy she had really loved, it was the only boy she seemed to wish for eternity with and now she understood how it was like to be confused by the feeling of love again.

because god she knew it was real, but she wasn't sure if she able to handle the feeling if he believed it wasn't, she just wasn't sure how she'd be able to react to the pain of it all.

now they were both holding onto each other, showing off their not so proudest moments, but it was made them so close, it was the reason they were able to survive and hold on for this long.

"before this i had a boyfriend, i'd been with him for a few years and we were together during the apocalypse well at the start, and we got stuck in the city looking for a sign as to what the hell was going on around us, and he couldn't take it, he just let the walkers tear him apart and i could just watch the walkers tear him apart and then Glenn found me and brought me back to that camp"

y/n could feel Rick grab onto her hand so tight that he was almost cutting off her circulation. he planted a soft kiss on her skin and used his thumb to wipe away a few tears slipping down her face.

"i love you and i don't think i can stop myself from not loving you" he spoke rocking the chair softly as he could feel her bury her face in the crook of his neck with a sniffle.

"what are we going to do with each other" Rick managed to chuckle while he stroked some hair on the back of her head, "i think our crying sessions seem to be helping" she remarked back playfully as she wiped her nose with loud sniffle from her.

"makes us stronger believe it or not" she added feeling as his hand started to gently massage her back making her sink into him even further than she already was.

"you're right even i don't want to admit it i have to"

[dr-trafalgar-law]

Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

4

A grin spread across the freckled man's face as he met your shocked gaze.

"No way, F/N what are you doing here?!" he stepped further into the house, "wait...what are you doing here?"

The woman accompanying him shyly gripped his coat and hid. You imagined she was embarrassed from getting caught sneaking around. She was petite but curvy with a flawless tan complexion. You actually felt she complimented Ace perfectly.

"I'm not sure of that myself." You replied pushing yourself away from the counter.

"We're just here talking, yoi." Marco added.

"Seems like sneaking around." the raven accused.

You snorted shaking your head.

"Look who's talking," Marco muttered.

"Hey! At least I'm with my match." Ace gestured toward the empty space next to him.

Whirling around he found her huddled against his back.

"By the way, this is Al, my fiancé." he tugged her forward, "This is F/N and well, you know Marco."

Brushing her dark brown hair from her face and raising her chestnut gaze, a small smile ghosting her heart-shaped lips, she reached for your hand.

"They talk about you a lot."

"All good things I'm sure," you smirked shaking her hand, "this really isn't whatever it looks like. Nice to meet you and sorry for ruining your plans Freckles. I gotta get outta here."

"Wait!" Marco called following you to the back door, "we weren't done talking."

"Weren't we?" you snorted turning, "this is none of my business."

"Why'd you even come, yoi?" he took you by the wrist, the pleading look on his face was damn near soul-crushing.

"Because... I'm weak and stupid." you pried his fingers away and swung the door open.

"Stupid stupid stupid," you muttered throwing yourself into the car and quickly turning the ignition.

Marco remained at the back-door arms crossed over his chest, watching you peel out of the gravel circle drive. What the hell did you think was going to happen? After all this time had passed you'd finally made two steps forward only to immediately take five steps back. To top it with having Ace walk in on you, even though nothing was happening, given your history it couldn't have looked right.

F/N, you colossal idiot.

A relieved sigh left your lips as you pulled into the parking garage to find Law's car still gone from its assigned place. You just wanted to head upstairs and go to bed.

It was just after 5 AM when you crawled back into your blankets still wearing the shirt you'd left the house in. Just as you got settled your phone went off on the nightstand.

MN: please pick a time when we can continue this conversation.

Me: there is no time. Talk to your brothers about this.

Me: I just can't do it.

MN: they think I should just go with it. its a lot of red tape to get through for a divorce.

MN: but proving infidelity would give me a strong case

Me: you know when that kid comes out with your pineapple head you're gonna feel real bad about all of this

MN: you're not funny

Me: I'm not trying to be

Me: now if you'll excuse me I have a previous engagement with my pillows

MN: good night

What a frustrating man. The only thing you could do was prove his infidelity, had he forgotten about that? You certainly hadn't. Your mind drifted to the last night you'd spent with Marco, thrown over your desk in one last fit of passion. His desperate kisses, the way he said your name, the tingling heat of his touch on bare skin, it made your insides squeeze.

Before you could act on any memory fueled naughty thoughts a quick knock rattled your bedroom door.

"F/N-ya," Law called softly, "May I come in?"

"Uh, yeah it's open." You sat up.

The door slowly opened, immediately you noticed his shirt – it was a light blue with a bunny in an anime style on the front. Your gaze trailed up to his face, exhausted circles lined his eyes as usual but this time darker calling attention to how red and irritated they looked.

Had he been crying?

Surely it was just a side effect of being sleep deprived, he'd just worked a twenty-hour hour shift after all. Law quietly stepped into the room and took a seat at the foot of your bed.

"You weren't wearing that yesterday, were you? I think I'd remember if you were walking around in that otaku shirt." you tried to joke feeling some tension begin to mount.

"I had to borrow it from a co-worker." he replied tugging at the material, "A bad accident came through the emergency room and they bled through my scrubs."

"We should soak them."

"I threw them away." he ran both hands over his face lying back on your bed.

Sitting forward and crossing your legs you reached forward and gently combed through his hair.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"There are a lot of things I'm prepared for," he spoke into his palms, "this ... this kid had been ejected through the windshield. I don't normally do pediatrics, but you know, we were short staffed and so many people were involved it was sort of an 'all-hands-on-deck' situation."

Listening to the stress in his voice as he kept his face covered you continued to stroke his messy hair hoping that somehow would bring him some comfort.

"She was a mess, it was hard to tell what was missing if anything," He paused, "and so much time had already passed." 

You had a feeling you knew where this was going and scooted down to lie beside him. He remained quiet listening to you shift in the bed.

There was a reason he didn't work in the children's wing of the hospital, unbeknownst to you. This poor girl's injuries were mostly preventable, and her parents would get to live with the guilt of not making sure she was buckled into her seat. It just didn't seem fair that she had to pay for it and that pissed him off.

Finally, his hands slipped away from his tired seemingly emotionless face, silver eyes swayed in your direction before he rolled into your side. It was normal to seek comfort in your partner, right?

You stiffly moved to accommodate him in your arms.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that. Let's just try to sleep." you rubbed soothing circles over his back.

Law's arms coiled around you as he buried his face in your shoulder and sighed.

Something was off.

This scent lingering on your shirt and hair, it was familiar, but he knew it wasn't yours.

"F/N, where have you been?" 

[gggreengoblin]

702 words, inspired by this, After a brief and weird interaction with a ceritain American comedian, Daniel came to his best friend's room to vent.

Daniel had experienced a lot of weird days in his life, nothing new. But his interaction with an American comedian today was an out-of-body experience. Man, that person was a strange creature. Daniel knew he would say some of the most unhinged, out-of-the-box, bizarre things but nothing had prepared him for one-on-one interaction with that man.

He couldn't stop thinking about it. How it went down quickly. He kept replaying that interaction in his head. During his shower, while he was eating his dinner, when he walked to Max's room.

When Max opened his door, he was just wearing his jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped. His hair was still wet from his quick shower.

He entered the room and lied down on Max's unmade bed. "Isn't it weird that people still think we are dating?"

"Are they still doing that?" Max said while applying his deodorant. "I thought that rumor died years ago."

"Apparently they still do that, Maxy." Daniel couldn't help himself to not take a deep breath when Max sprayed his perfume on his skin slightly damp skin. He loved this smell, clean, aquatic, and refreshing. He wanted to buy this perfume, bottles of them, and hide them in his secret drawer under his bed. It is weird if you want to sniff your best friend's perfume all the time, right?

"Listen, you know today, before the race, Theo Von visited your garage, right?"

"Yeah."

"I met him, for PR stuff. I told him that we went to his show and he said wild things about it. I told him we made an agreement to watch his show together."

"Right." Max nodded. Making sure Daniel knew that he was still listening even when he did something else. He needed to get ready for their post-race party after all.

"And in February, I was in LA and you had a weekend off. You went from Monaco to LA, picked me up, and we flew to New Jersey to watch his show."

"What did he say exactly?" Max chose to wear an ocean blue crewneck sweatshirt. It fitted him perfectly.

"At first he was like, 'Bro, you made your boyfriend fly from Europe to America just to have a comedy night date at my show? Damn! You need to up your game, My dude.'"

"And I said, 'No, we are not dating. We are best friends.'"

"He looked me dead in the eyes and said that it was a 'unique' agreement and men don't fly with their best friend to watch a comedy show together."

"And when I tried to clear things up, like- gave him more context, he said, 'Woah! Daddy! This sounds like homoerotic, Brother, to be honest with you. I am not judging you. It's super obvious you are a gay man, if you are not, then you're surprising a lot of people', you know, because apparently a lot of people think we are a gay couple."

"Fuck that, Daniel. He doesn't know us enough to have an opinion on our friendship." He combed his brown hair into his usual side part classic quiff. "And nothing wrong with me taking you on a date."

"Was it a date, Max?"

"Well- Would you take a long plane ride from LA to Europe just to take, maybe- Lando for example, to a comedy show?"

Daniel tried to imagine that scenario. "Nah, I don't think I would do that. But I will do it for you, though."

"It can be a date if you want it to be. Girls take their best friends out on a date all the time. Why can't guys do the same thing?"

Well, that was kind of true. Why he and Max couldn't do that? They loved each other's company, and no one got hurt because of it, so where was the problem?

"And, of course, we go out for dinners, at least once a week if we are in the same city," Max said.

"Wait, does it mean we are dating if we go on dates and dinners all the time?"

He lied down, on his side, next to Daniel. Putting his newly styled hair on a pillow. "If you want us to be, then yes."

[venusscore]

Writers Idea!

Got this idea the other day and might use it later, but I also need to practice writing, too.

(I also just found it really cute.)

So imagine a girl who's like 5'3. She comes from some rich family and looks like it, too. She's pretty, and very intelligent. (We'll call her X in this equation)

Next is a guy who's 6'3. Whole foot difference. He's only a year or two older than her, but looks like he's experienced way more. He had been hired as a bodyguard for her. (He will be Y)

After a long morning of bickering between X and Y, they're both sitting on the lavish couch in X's big home. Pouting.

Suddenly, X stands up and announces:

"I'm goin' out."

"To?" Y looks up and questions.

"You'll see." Replies X, knowing damn well he'll follow her.

Y groans and stands up before standing in front of the door.

"You're safer here."

"You don't know that." She replies in a irritated tone.

"I just know you suggested it. Already a bad sign." He says, half teasing and half insultingly.

"Well, you're not allowed to lay a finger on me, remember? That's the rule my father set up." She reminds him.

"I'm well aware, but I can still stand here."

She rolls her eyes at him and proceeds to walk to the window which stands accross from the couch.

"What're you doing?" Y asks.

"Gettin' outta this place." X grumbles as she climbs out the window, to Y's dismay.

"X, what the fuck!?" He exclaims while running to the window.

There she is, red heels and all, walking across the grass yard to the garage the size of Y's house.

He quickly climbs out and runs after her, being careful to not step on the red geraniums that he heard from her father she takes every morning and night to carefully keep well watered and pretty.

"Why are you so desperate to exit this house? Its a mansion with every electronic known to man." Y asks in the most bitchy tone he could conjure up.

"I'm not a fucking hermit, Y. I can have a social life." X replies just as bitchy.

They both walk ib the garage and navigate through the sea of cars. Some old and vintage, others new and high-tech. It all made Y's blood boil.

Soon, they get to a red Bug-Car. It has brown leather seats with a ladybug charm hanging from the rearview mirror.

X unlocks it and climbs in the drivers seat. The small car fit so perfectly with her 5'3 frame.

Then Y gets in the passengers seat, immediately hitting his head on the roof of the car, making X laugh.

"Tall ass!" She exclaims.

He shoots her such a nasty glare that she almost rethinks her words. Almost.

Y lowers his seat with the adjuster and eventually settles in.

They take off down the road.

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X turns on the radio and switches to "The Beatles" radio.

Y notices her tapping her finger to the beat of each song, never missing a note. Then the song "Yesterday" comes on.

X hums along to it, even mumbling some lyrics under her breath. Her voice was nice. Not something you'd hear on the radio, but it still could make for a nice lullaby.

Y starts humming with her, and before they know it, they're both singing along quietly. It was the first time they both coexisted with each other that day.

"Oh, I believe-- in yesterday..."

The song plays, before the singers end it in a hum.

X and Y hum along, going a few seconds longer than the song and looking at each other as soon as they catch their mistake.

They lock eyes for a second and stop humming, then turn away quickly.

"We're almost there.." X mumbles, but Y isn't paying attention.

'This is one hell of a first day.' He thinks before the next song comes on.

(Thanks for reading! This is my first story, so feel free to leave advice! Also, please listen to Yesterday by The Beatles! I love that song, and it'll help you understand the end because I had trouble writing.)

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - A story of a Boy - Part Two

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

We bought a house.

Well he did.

Okay, he put an offer in which is only the first step.

But still.

Damn.

A house.

A beautiful house.

I've never lived anywhere that nice and neither has anyone I know.

Except these fools and these are fools I like.

Peter is a great boss and has a dry wit that cracks me up.

Tristan is just... effervescent.

It's the only way I can describe him.

Learning that he went to some fancy law school and comes from a family just as rich as Finnegan's was a huge shock to me.

"Emmett?"

I look over the deck railing and down at Finnegan who is riding in the unicorn. 

Not that way. 

The unicorn horn needs to make a reappearance. 

Yes it does. 

"Yes?"

"Can we talk for a sec?"

Peter just smiles and I head down.

"What is it babe?"

I'm squatting on the edge of the pool and then decide that it's much easier to get in.

I jump, splashing him.

"Emmett, I'm wet."

I just laugh because he's in a pool.

Yes, yes he is wet.

"I sort of did a thing and I didn't think it through so if it affects you or bothers you, I'm really sorry."

What could he possibly have done in the past five minutes?

Bought a second house?

Maybe Tristan had a boat to sell him?

"I'm sure it's fine. What is it, munchkin?"

He giggles.

"Munchkin. I like it."

"So do I."

It's new but fits him perfectly.

"So what is it?"

He crooks his finger and waits until I'm right next to him to whisper...

"I told Tristan that I'm a Little."

No way.

I'm floored, seriously.

This is a guy who six months ago didn't even know what one was.

"I'm so proud of you, darling."

That's it, he's coming off the float.

I grab him and pull him into my arms so I can kiss him.

Then I worry.

"Was he mean about it? Do you need to go home?"

Maybe I shouldn't have gotten in.

"No, no he's great. I just, well, so he knows you're my Dom and he asked if he could tell Peter because Tristan isn't good at keeping his thoughts to himself and I worried about your job."

That's what's worrying him?

"Peter?" I yell.

"Yeah?"

"Finnegan is a 'Little' and I'm his 'Dom'."

He tilts his head, then nods.

"Sweet."

Finnegan's eyes are wide but I reassure him with a kiss.

He let's me hold him for a second before admonishing me.

"I can't believe you did that."

Really?

"I didn't do anything. You did the hard part, you were honest about 'Little Finn' and I'm proud of you."

And here I thought buying a house would be the biggest thing to happen today.

"Can I come in yet? It's hot..." Tristan whines from the other side of the pool.

"Of course, get in here."

I want to do laps but I think with the head wound I'll hop out and rest for a few minutes.

It'll make Finnegan happy and give those two some time to talk and work things out.

Peter comes down, gets us each a bottle of water and sits down next to me.

"I'm gonna take some time off this fall, close the garage. I'll pay you, don't worry about that but Tristan and I are going to Oklahoma for my family reunion."

"You can't pay me if I'm not working."

"Yes I can. Paid you a full week this week, too. We'll probably shut down the middle of next month and open back up mid October. Sounds like you guys might be moving so it could work out well, timing wise, for you. If you need some time before then just let me know. Moving is a mess and I'm glad I'm done with it."

He's right about all of it.

I could definitely use some time off because Finnegan will still be crazy busy and I have an entire house to pack up.

Plus getting utilities switched and a new place ready takes a lot more work than it seems like it should.

And then it hits me, that's when the photography course is.

I can do it.

I can do the photography course and by this time next year I'll have the darkroom.

I'm a little bit overwhelmed.

"Thank you," I mumble because I have to say something.

"It's crazy nice of you but yeah, there's actually this photography course I got accepted into and it's then, during that time frame. I wasn't going to do it, can't miss two weeks pay but..."

"Emmett, do you need a raise?"

He already pays me more than most and a lot more than I made at my last job.

"No, no."

"Cause I'd hate to lose you. If you need some help, some time, whatever, just say so. Okay?"

I've always taken pride in being able to handle my own shit and take care of myself but maybe I'd do a much better job if I could learn to accept some help.

It's a lesson it seems like I have to learn to be with Finnegan and a water balloon hits my stomach and there are shouts.

I assumed it was Finnegan but Tristan is lobbing them too and apparently they are on a team.

"Fucking white people," Peter mumbles and I die.

Literally die.

I can not stop laughing.

"What is it, Emmett?" Finnegan asks.

"Nothing, munchkin."

It's nothing I'm going to tell him, anyway.

"I'm white too," I manage to get out between sucking in air. 

Mostly, anyway. 

My great, great grandmother or something like that was actually Black. 

Married some Irish dude and her kids passed, at least that's the family story.

"Yeah but at least you tan. Cover me. I'll get the hose."

This is gonna be fun.

[gynarchyboi]

Ms Lane's Winter holiday

My girlfriend, Heather, and left for Florida right after Christmas. We are in Florida for two months, During winter vacation, Butler pretends to be my handyman and lives in our garage apartment. This allows me to date other men publicly without people commenting on it as unusual. No one in that small coastal city knows that Butler is my love interest......During our winter vacation, he remains in his handyman uniform uniform. While there, we do not socialize with each other. The rare times we are seen together, a discerning eye will notice the different costs of our outfits and will easily identify me a the employer and him as the employee. I love the way my friends there see through him as if he doesn't exist. He says it is the most humiliating thing we have ever done. Consequently, it makes him wild for me......While in Florida, we are very careful with our interaction in public. He addresses me deferentially as "Ms Renee". He is a generation older than me so most people accept him as a bit of loser who can't retire because he has always had low paying jobs. I don't mistreat him but I maintain my posture so our interactions appear as if he were what he looks to be- the help. I try not to be too demanding or bitchy because want my friends there to think I'm polite to even him. I admit it's hard knowing that when I do sharpen my tongue towards him, I can see it drive him into deep sub space......He does not try to fit in. He wears the uniform I chose for him. How I dress him and treat him in public during our winter stay is part of the never ending tension between his independence and his submission. Together, we have declared war on his individual manliness. We attack his independence from every possible angle we can find. His clothes and his yearly two month stint as my servant are simply different fronts in the struggle to bring him to perfect surrender......Heather hated that he hung around the property too much. Before this damn virus I found him a job working for a caterer. I loved seeing him march off to work in his serving outfit of black pants, white shirt, and black vest. He had turned 60, he was a retired and successful attorney. I had made him into a servant. Oh boy, it really turned me on. He worked about 20 hours a week at local weddings and parties. Of course, he handed over his earning to me. Heather and I used his check and tips for day long spa treatments......My best moment with his job came at a New Year's Party I attended. One of my friends had decided on a big bash and purposefully suggested the company for which Butler worked. I remember saying, "My handyman works for them and he swears by them.".....Sometimes the Good Goddess gives you an opportunity. I have learned never to miss them. I made sure to have a date for the party. I carefully maneuvered this unsuspecting man into just the right positions so that when the ball dropped and traditional kisses are exchanged, Butler was standing within arms reach wearing his serving livery holding a tray of champagne glasses. I guess my date thought he was an especially great kisser as I seemed to melt into his arms as we embraced. After kissing me, my date took two glasses from Butler's tray. He barely noticed the older man serving. I could not have arranged it more perfectly if I had choreographed it......Butler later said it was the most humiliating and therefore the most exciting thing had ever done to him.

I have been criticized for not acknowledging him as my love interest in public while on vacation every year. I have been told this charade is dangerous. Of course it is. I could learn to love it and decide to retire in Florida. If I do, his social demotion would become permanent. I could become what I pretend to be. There, I am slightly bitchy upper middle class single woman who dates whom she likes. He fears this but he accepts it. It's easy to see why I love him.

Msreneelane

[adivineviolence]

a taste for it | shauna shipman

summary: just shauna rethinking her life choices, and letting her true self take control. she did not start out a bad person. or did she?

warnings: blood. description of violence. description of killing animals. shauna being a god damn cannibal i guess. no pairings, just shauna. changed the canon a little bit, who cares !. just, blood, be warned.

short story, promise!

a/n: i just wanted to write something about this unhinged woman whom i love very much being even more unhinged. sue me. also, my first attempt of writing something in english! not my first language so i’m sorry if there’s a few mistakes. lol. gif by @jackietaylorsghost​

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It wasn't something hidden in the mountains, just waiting for them to fall. It wasn't an evil spirit that took hold of them one by one. A monster lurking through the trees ready to attack. It wasn't the wilderness. It never was.

It was just them.

And to Shauna, that was way more terrifying than anything supernatural that could explain what had happened in that forest. What could have induced them to do the most unimaginable things. Things totally against her nature.

Since she got back, 25 years ago, a metallic taste of blood lingered in her mouth like a phantom memory. Everything that was said, done, lost, seems to be stuck in her throat, like a knife going through her larynx. The choice of staying in the same city, living with the same people, and finishing school at the same high school, was a way of pretending that the world had taken a short break, just waiting for them to come back. Also, marrying Jeff was a way of keeping Jackie close in one way or another. An almost cruel, almost ironic way, that's for sure. She kept repeating to herself that she did not start out a bad person, but Shauna no longer knew how to exist without being cruel. It was her nature now.

Or was she always like that?

Fucking her best friend’s boyfriend, lying to herself about her feelings, her needs. Getting way too comfortable with the weight of a knife on her hands when they gave her the “butcher” role in the group…

It got out of control after a while. And oh, how she misses it.

It started with squirrels, small animals. When Callie was at school, Jeff at work, she would spend too much time in their backyard waiting for them to appear. She would grab it by their tail and break their little necks, opening up their bellies with the kitchen knife. And oh, how she liked the feeling of their warm blood running through her fingers.

She would spend a few minutes just watching it drip from her hand, the glimmery look of it, how it looked under her nails, her knuckles. One of these days, without even realizing, her hand went slowly to her mouth. But before it could touch her lips, a loud noise coming from the garage announced Jeff was home, taking her from this sick trance. She cleaned herself as fast as she could, and decided that was just not right. Not healthy. And it was the last thing she ever killed.

Until Adam happened.

It was a mistake. All of it. Getting with him in the first place, trying to live a life that was never meant for her to live. Stupid. But she never thought it would end like it did.

The overwhelming feeling of danger she felt the moment of the confrontation, the subconscious reaction of trying to survive. All the things going back and forth in her head. The muscle memory of the grip of the knife in her hand was too much. When she realized what she had done, it was too late. All she could do was stare at him with cold eyes, pulling out the knife from his chest painfully slowly, just feeling the weight of his internal organs sliding against the metal. It fitted so perfectly there, like it was made for it. His eyes frozen in that specific expression people get when they know it’s over just stared at her, while he fell hard in the ground, the blood already pooling around him.

Shauna was numb, feeling her ears ringing, her heart pumping, her pupils pitch black. She was back in the woods. Her brain was completely foggy with memories, smells, textures and feelings of guilt and pleasure she knew too well. She looked at the knife with wide eyes, the warm liquid running down her hand and forearm. And without even flinching, she licked it clean before it could reach the sleeve of her blouse. And there it was. The metallic taste of the blood snapping her out of the half-conscious state.

She gasped, taking in the air and closing her eyes and just settling her mind to what just happened. And then she accepted. She was fucked up. A monster, even. But even monsters have their urges, and at that moment, she needed that. Like a drunk needed a bottle. So she kneeled in front of Adam’s body, touching his blood soaked chest and diving her mouth into the open wound. Tasting it, drinking it. She took it as a sacrament, a feeling of fulfillment running through her body when the warmth of it touched her throat, the taste of it lingering in her tongue as a song, a gospel.

It clicked something inside of her, and there was no return from what she had become. From what she had always been.

Never was.

[mcnutcase]

Uuuugh, do not buy a plane from Home Depot. This is a cautionary tale.

So I needed a plane, and pickings are slim out here in terms of secondhand ones. Which is a shame, because hand planes are one of those things where if you get a vintage one, you're set for a lifetime, whereas a new one is gonna be garbage. But needs must, so I risked getting a Home Depot one. Turns out, I was buying used garbage, someone had already bought it, run it into a nail, and returned it. Which, eh, I can fix it, but that would have been nice to have disclosed, you know? Anyway. So I go to check how flat it is, and the answer is: Very Not. I think they'd attempted to flatten it with a rake, or maybe a Sherman Crab. It was nowhere near flat, nowhere near smooth, and it took nearly two hours of sanding on a stone block to get it mostly cleaned up to 150 grit. So this one's a scrub plane, ain't no way it's worth investing the time to get it all the way to a smoother. It's still a damn sight better than no plane at all.

Then I stripped it down, cleaned out all the someone else's wood shavings, noted that they'd painted the frog contact points, and fixed that. You want those unpainted because paint can do weird things when it's put under clamping pressure. Put an extra washer into the knob because the fit was garbage and it was wobbling around. And then it was time to tackle the iron, which the earlier mentioned nail-finding doofus had apparently left completely alone other than running it into the nail. This company's cheap crappy planes always have irons that look like they were sharpened by someone attempting to use an angle grinder with a slitting disc as a grindstone. They're fricking corrugated, until you spend some quality time with a diamond file unfucking them. Which the other guy hadn't done. By the time I'd got a clean bevel without the appearance of a medieval field system, the nick in the iron had been sharpened out, so small blessings. Took the burr off the back, and it was time to pay attention to the chip breaker. Which needed to be lapped flat because it wasn't, and would therefore have clogged way the hell up in moments had I just used the plane out of the box.

All of this took me the thick end of three hours, and involved a lot of repetitive arm motions. It also left my hands black from the steel dust. But now, after several hours of effort and dealing with bullshit, I finally have a positively mediocre No. 4 hand plane (No. 4 is the size, planes use a very weird system, and what I want to have eventually is a good No. 4, a good No. 3, two good No. 5s so I can leave them in two different setups, and a really nicely sorted No. 7; those will cover basically all the situations I'll need a large hand plane for, and I can perfectly well make my own thumb planes as and when I need them). It's nowhere near good, but it's decent enough that I can take the surface of the wood I need to clean up down to "smooth enough to work with". That shit's getting some love from the power sander once it's had the age scraped off, it's just gonna be all around easier that way.

All this because I wanted another vise on my workbench. But hey, it's enrichment for my enclosure, right? And I have the whole thing of "if I can make a thing Demonstrably Better, that's a huge dopamine hit" going on. I'd have had to be trying really hard to make that plane any worse. If I can't find garage sales, or some kind of Old Guy meetup, I'm gonna be getting any other planes off auction sites. One of those things where "they don't make them like they used to" is unarguably a Bad Thing.

[ktlurry]

CAIN - 8. Mr. Lisslow

As Cassandra walks cautiously behind the tall stranger, she can't help but feel uneasy being around him. Although he helped her get out of that scuffle in the Iceberg Lounge, something doesn't seem right about a random man helping out a young lady he barely knows. On top of that, he isn't just some regular man. Cassandra could tell by how he handled some of those guards at the lounge that this guy has had some legitimate training. Could he be some kind of cop or federal agent? Or maybe even another masked vigilante? Gotham seems to have a lot of those these days.

The stranger glances back at Cassandra to witness her cold stare beaming at him. He then looks forward and continues down the street.

Stranger: We aren't too much further from my place. You can hang out there for a while.

Cassandra continues to stare at the stranger and makes no response at all. The stranger then looks back at her again this time to actually engage in actual conversation.

Stranger: So do you choose not to speak or are you physically unable to?

Cassandra just shakes her head and continues you glare at him.

Dane: Hmmm interesting. By the way, my name is Dane. Dane Lisslow.

Cassandra has no idea who that is, but at least she has a name now. Dane Lisslow. Now all she needs to know is who trained him and why is he helping her.

Dane: I work for the special crimes unit for Gotham. I heard about the situation at Black Mask's place, so when I saw you in the Iceberg Lounge, I assumed you were the mystery girl. You fit the description perfectly. Plus no normal girl would have broken that man's hand the way you did.

Although Dane just admitted to who he is, Cassandra is still not fully convinced of his intentions. Someone from the special crimes unit usually doesn't have that kind of combat prowess.

Dane: So you like the Bat, huh? I saw your little shirt underneath with his symbol.

Cassandra then lightens her mood a bit with the mere mention of The Batman. Not many people know that she idolizes him. Before she had gotten to Gotham she would always hear stories and see the news about The Batman and all he does. He's well trained just like her, but uses his skills to help people and not hurt them like she was taught to do. Something Casandra secretly admires and would love to see in action.

Dane: Yea the guy is good. Really good.

Cassandra looks down at the ground as she tries to contain her slight grin.

Dane: But he could be doing better if you asked me.

Cassandra's grin went away instantly as she went back to glaring at Dane. She didn't quite understand what he meant by that.

Dane: I mean if he really wanted to make Gotham better and take crime off the street, he should kill some of these lunatics. Instead, he puts them in jail or insane asylums just for them to be released again or even escape.

They both approach a garage-like building just at the corner of the street where Dane resides.

Dane: If I were the Bat, I would have ended these lunatics years ago.

Cassandra is kind of surprised to hear that coming from him. It just makes her even more suspicious of who he is. Dane then pulls out a set of keys which he uses to unlock the door of the complex. The both of them enter the complex which is small and only consists of a tiny desk with an open laptop sitting on it, a small tan couch, an old Harley Davidson motorcycle by the garage door, and a bunch of plaques and military awards. In the back of the complex was a plain black door likely leading to another room in the small space.

Dane: I know it's not much, but it's a spot you can crash until we figure something out.

Cassandra looks at Dane with a blank look on her face as if she has no idea what he's referring to. She then looks over at the military plaques and walks up to them. She can't read them of course, but she can tell they are important to who this Dane guy is.

Dane: I was a marine before joining the crimes unit. A damn good one too.

Cassandra not at all interested in what Dane has to say then looks over at the black door. She walks up to it and tries the doorknob to reveal that it is locked from the inside.

Dane: That's just my closet. Nothing interesting in there but old gear.

Cassandra's suspicion grows more. Why lock up old military gear? Cassandra is eager to know what is behind that door, but that might have to wait till later. She then walks over to the tan couch, sits down, and glances up at Dane.

Dane: Just sit tight. I'm going to go make a phone call real quick to my captain. Then we can figure out where to go from here. Be right back.

Dane then exits the complex to go out front. After watching him leave out the door, Cassandra then looks back at the black door. This is her only chance to see what's really behind there and maybe find out more about who Dane Lisslow is. She gets up from the couch and approaches the door looking over her shoulder to ensure Dane doesn't walk in on her. She looks into the keyhole to see if she could peek inside the room through the slit but to no avail. She then reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a small kunai knife and attempts to break the lock with it. Cassandra struggles to get the door open, but she is persistent in seeing what's inside. She continues to giggle the knife into the door, but it doesn't seem to be making any progress at all.

After several minutes of trying to break down this door, Cassandra hears Dane approach the front door to enter back into the complex. Cassandra tries to get her knife out of the door, but it's wedged in there tight. She Slightly panics and tries to pull on the knife harder to get it out. The front door then opens and Dane enters.

Dane: Alright here s what we are going to do...

Dane fully enters the complex and looks over at the couch to see Cassandra sitting there as if she had never moved. He then glances over at the door which remains closed and seems untouched.

Dane: We are going to go meet up with my squad and then go from there. Sound good?

Cassandra nods then stands up from the couch to walk towards the door. She glances back at the door for a quick second then proceeds to exit the complex. She is overly curious about what it is he is hiding in there and almost doesn't want to leave just yet.

Dane: Wait. I have to grab something right quick.

Dane then pulls a set of keys out of his pocket then approaches the black door. Cassandra doubles back into the complex with her face lighting up as he puts the key into the doorknob. As Dane twists the key, you hear a series of electronic switches and locks activate from behind the door. Cassandra realizes that she wouldn't have been able to get past all of those locks regardless. As Dane opens the door, Cassandra immediately walks up closer to peek at what's inside.

Dane: Eager, huh? I told you it's nothing but old gear of mine.

Dane was right. It was just a closet with tactical gear hanging and an old duffle bag. He then leans over to the duffle back and pulls out a holstered 9-millimeter pistol from it.

Dane: This is what I need.

Dane then wraps the holster holding the handgun around his waist.

Dane: Alright now we can head out.

Cassandra (slightly disappointed) starts to make her way to the exit of the complex, but right before she turns fully around she notices something peeking out of the duffel bag in the closet. Laying in the bag with half of it still covered up appears to be an orange mask with a slit for the eye but no opening for the mouth. She can't tell what's on the other half of the mask, but even so, Cassandra has never seen that mask before. Dane then closes the closet door and all of the mechanical locks automatically set themselves. Growing even more curious by the second, Cassandra isn't fully sure that Mr. Lisslow is who he says he is.

Dane then grabs Cassandra by her shoulder on their way out of his complex.

Dane: Come on. We can't keep my people waiting much longer.

Cassandra looks at his hand on her shoulder then looks up at Dane with a grimacing look then shrugs his hand off her shoulder. She doesn't like when people touch her. Dane then gives her a slight scowl and walks ahead of her.

Dane: Just follow me, kid.

As Dane starts to walk down the street, Cassandra paces very slowly behind him still not sure if he can be trusted. She learns a little about him, but at the same time grows even more suspicious of him. It's as if she's back a square one on who really is Dane Lisslow.