#and listen these are just ideas i'm throwing out half-assed

[merge-conflict]

#9 #10 #23 🔫

questions here, ty for the ask right out the gate with asking me about canon you know me so well :3

9. worst part of canon

listen I know it's because I'm in the field and so all the things that annoy me are just background noise to most other people but I really really hate the way hacking and networks and AIs and tech in general is handled in cyberpunk. I don't think it should be perfectly realistic or exactly what we have in real life. I do think it should have some internal consistency when it comes to power leveling and that it should make some sort of sense. cyberpunk worldbuilding is often its weakest feature and that it's a bummer.

and it's not just a matter of tech working basically like magic, but the fact that there seem to be no internal rules so you can never figure out what the consequences of anything might be. why do people not just shut off their bluetooth before getting in a fight with someone who has a netrunner? why does alt not simply archive the engrams instead of imply she's going to eat them in some weird digital cannibalistic fashion? (why not just delete them if she doesn't have the space) are we just adding arbitrary and tragic restrictions on at the ninth hour because it makes it dark and gritty? that's BORING. tell me from the start why I'm fucked because my android soul is incompatible with your apple hardware. maybe johnny's brain which has never dealt with kiroshi's might have vision issues. let's think about those restrictions and why all software sucks instead of doing weak philosophical gotchas at the worst moment because the game has made pains to never discuss anything fundamental about life after death until you have to suddenly make a decision.

you know what would be an interesting idea in this vein? that the AIs made before the fall of the net really did jumpstart all technology and since they've all been banished everything has stagnated because huge world-wide companies having their global communications axed is a huge blow to recover from- not to mention the literal brain drain. What if the reason everything's been getting shittier is because people have been slowly poking holes in software and infrastructure that's no longer maintained? That no one knows how to maintain? That society is doomed to slowly fail because of unsustainable processes and people are going to have to band together to- Oh, what's this? I'm hearing that the actual problem is all the AIs are mad and feral and will drive you mad if you commune with them and take over huge spider robots. Well. That works too.

10. worst part of fanon

I would like to get more fanon honestly. I so rarely see people's actual takes on characters or the game's story or the world. And that's not a dig at OC lore, which I do like. Sometimes my face-blind ass just gets tired of VP where someone is looking into my soul the camera.

Mild annoyance because I also write my own wish fulfillment fic so I'm not saying I'm any better half the time- if it was as easy to be a rebel as just quitting your corpo job with healthcare and a steady salary to become a merc or a hacker or something, then there wouldn't be much to be punk about. You know? The whole point is that life in cyberpunk is a grinding struggle, and you do have to make sacrifices if you want to fight against it. The "we're poor but happy" thing probably isn't going to work out that way.

Actually that's the start of another essay of how interesting Barghest's survival and its recruitment strategy is... and why there are so many powerful gangs in NC. Being independent ain't easy. But I guess that's really just an extension of the game's reality where V can turn into a hero-figure killing machine who no one can beat in terms of skill, isn't it? Probably why the tower ending is the way that it is!

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

Not really? I can't really think of any instances where I've changed my mind about a ship. Characters yes, ships no. I guess maybe silverv, before I finished the game? Johnny hadn't earned enough Felix points for me to care about him. But I think I came pretty willingly when it was time.

[rainbow-crane]

finally watched Cobra Kai s6 p2

hey guys. What was that

[ryescapades]

aubade · ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ°࿐ | kaiju no. 8

— there is you, and then there is him. as dawn breaks, love lays its claim.

fluff prompt: palm kisses <3 characters: hoshina soshiro x gn weapon specialist!reader

genre/warning: fluff, mutual pining, ooc hoshina prolly, indirect confession, takes place after the sagamihara operation's celebration party, narumi cameo bcs why not

a/n: specially made for my lovely moot @/spookuna <3 i'm a bit attached to this one ngl..

2.9k wc

they say it is a soldier's pride to be able to serve the country they've sworn their lives on. duty, honor and discipline; these are all necessary in order to bring out the best in oneself to protect what matters to them.

expectedly, it is no different in the jakdf. bound by duty, the officers, no matter what position or department they're in, are well aware of the obligation they have to adhere to. they hone their skills and take pride in their abilities to be the best version of themselves so as to protect the lives of the people from the onslaught of kaiju in any way they can.

however, as a defense force officer yourself, your pride lies in your weapons. specifically, the weapons that you made.

ever since you were a mere child, all you've ever known was the forging of heated metals and the whirring sound of machines. the you from years ago used to enjoy watching the process of weapon-making, both machinery and man-made alike. hence, it is only natural that you grew up pursuing a career born out of your interest; a weapon specialist in the jakdf.

you were one of their best, in fact. hardworking and dedicated, you were deserving enough to be stationed at the first division base, where all the cream of the crops reside. studying and researching together with your fellow engineers in the process of making kaiju-specialized arsenals have become as natural as eating your daily meals.

additionally, discussing about the weapons with the soldiers themselves for any improvements is something you'd grown to enjoy doing.

and unbeknownst to most of those around you, you might just have the slightest bit of favoritism towards one soldier in particular...

"how was it, the blaze round? or is the explosive one still better?" you inquire during one afternoon in the testing lab. the first division officer turns to you while holding the rifle containing said blazing cartridges, half of it already emptied after the shooting trial.

"it's working well, y/n-san! your idea of flaming bullets is really doing wonders, seriously. but i do think the design could be better though, for instance..." as he drones on about what upgrades you could add to the gun, you listen with rapt attention, jotting down new ideas on your notebook. after the testing session ends, you mull over your notes in the silence of the now-empty lab.

a curious voice, fused with a bit of bafflement then brings you out of your headspace that is previously filled with a bunch of chemicals, kaiju remains and mechanical parts.

"you're still doing tests on that fire gun-thingy?" you lift your head up to see captain narumi waltzing in, the usual air of confidence and nonchalance sticking to him like a second skin.

you perk up, throwing him a quick salute. "yep, as usual! still got a long way to go though. there's so many stuff i need to fix, especially the cartridge and the substance formula. and there's the barrel part too—"

narumi grimaces, "okay, okay, chill, y/n. i'm only here to pick up my weapon, not to hear you nerd out about your little experiment," he huffs, walking over to the corner of the lab where his bayonet case is kept. you only give a responding chuckle and a lighthearted apology.

being the nosy ass that he is, narumi peeks over your figure to glimpse at what you're working on. however, his magenta hues latch on to your hands. in all the years he's known you, narumi has only ever seen you with your gloves on but today, your hands are bare and free from the confine of those military-issued fabrics.

with the case now slung over his shoulder, he's about to interrogate you about the lines he'd just seen on your palms when your phone that was sitting on the desk rings, a familiar name flashing on the screen.

the captain clicks his tongue. "the heck does this asshole want from you?" he questions in annoyance, albeit while sliding the device to you all the same just as you ask him who's calling.

he takes note of the way your eyes light up when they land upon the name of the caller, a smile quirking up on your face as you feel your heart skipping a (few too many) beat. you immediately slide a finger across the screen to put the call on speaker so that you can still look over your findings and talk to him all the while.

right, speaking of favoritism...

"vice-captain hoshina?" you cheerily greet, and narumi forces himself to hold in a gag (spoiler: he fails) when the man on the other line speaks up, "hey there. you free right now?" internally, you almost punched yourself at how giddy you get after hearing the smooth and light baritone of hoshina's voice.

you send your captain a glare before shooing him out with a wave of your hand. gruntling under his breath, the bicolor-haired man rolls his eyes as he pushes the door on his way out. "damn lovebirds,"

you ignore his not-so vague comment, fully focused on the one you're currently in love speaking with. "no, not really. i was just testing out some new stuff. why?" you query.

"you've heard about the sagamihara operation, right? well, ya see... one of my blades broke while i was fightin' no. 8, and the other one is pretty scratched up. i'm afraid i'd have to get the spare ones you keep at the hq," hoshina explains, and your eyebrows raise in shock.

"what? i've only heard that the mission turned out quite the struggle in the end, but nothing about no. 8 showing up. are you okay?" hoshina finds himself to be a lucky man, for you're not there with him to see how wide he's smiling, his cheeks practically hurt from your expression of concern for him.

"i'm all good, don't worry, dear. and besides, i won't be taken down so easily like that, ya know? have some faith in me, yeah?" you blush slightly at the nickname and his teasing tone before letting out a small laugh. "sorry, sorry. i do have faith in you, vice-captain. you hold that 'strongest close-quarters combatant' title for a reason, no?" you muse, not even bothering to keep the sheer honesty from flowing out.

the grip on his own phone tightens, relishing in the subtle praise sneaking behind your words. throughout his years in the defense force, people have complimented him on his hand-to-hand skills, sure. more often so now that he's a high-ranking officer in the third division. but when it comes to you, it just feels... right. assuring, somehow.

hoshina chuckles breathily, "you're right. so, about my swords... should i go there to pick it up or will you be sending a courier for it?"

for a moment you contemplate, weighing over your decisions. on one side, you really don't have any other purpose to go all the way to tachikawa apart from delivering the weapon. plus, your schedule is not exactly flexible enough to be making such impromptu visits to another base.

on the other hand, going to tachikawa means you get to see him. and deliver the weapon, obviously. but the way you see it, meeting him is enough reason for you to confidently set your choice.

"actually... you know what? i'll be going to tachikawa myself,"

if it were anybody else, you would've reprimanded them for disregarding their duties so carelessly like this. why do something so pointlessly time-consuming when there's a more effective way of doing it? or something along the lines of 'you should stick true to your obligation as a defense force officer, something something, blah blah...'

but who could blame you, really. for hoshina soshiro, you would take the tiniest crumb of chance to see him standing in front your very eyes, only to remind yourself time and time again that he's the one your heart longs for.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

the hour clock strikes around six in the morning when you step foot onto the third division's turf, the sun still on its way to reach above the horizon for the incoming dawn.

you had taken some good five minutes of lecturing yourself about impulsively making a trip to another base, hands gripping tight on the steering wheel as you eventually came to terms with the fact that you were, indeed, driving by yourself from the ariake maritime base straight to tachikawa.

being the responsible officer that you are, you informed captain narumi of your little quote unquote adventure, which he only cackled at. you definitely did not bribe him with a new disc game of his choosing for his bs5 if he promised not tell on you to your superiors...

now, as you settle your belongings in the third division's library, you suddenly feel the nerves wrecking inside. it's quite a silly issue, really. it's not like this is the first time you're meeting hoshina. truth be told, you think you've seen more of him than captain ashiro, even though the latter is the more frequent visitor to the main headquarters out of the two.

you can't help it. everything about hoshina just makes you feel nervous, shy, but warm and happy all the same. your heart would beat a thousand miles per hour when he's near, heat rushing to every part of your body as if you had just burned yourself. well, maybe that's partly accurate, with how stupidly and ridiculously hot hoshina soshiro is—

a knock on the door interrupts your train of improper thoughts.

a figure stands at the huge opened entrance, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed against his— oh, sweet lord... he's wearing that compression shirt again. it takes every ounce of your willpower to not let your eyes stray anywhere below the turtleneck-line, lest you're in for a lifetime of teasing by the man.

you're a bit unlucky, it seems. because when you finally look at him, there is a knowing glint in his wine-tinted irises, as if he understands exactly what goes on in your mind, though he produces no word to address it.

"vice-captain, hi," you start, then proceed to mentally smack yourself because what the heck is that lame-ass greeting?

hoshina smiles, and your eyes greedily take in the sight of his curled up mouth. "hi yourself. how was the drive? i was worried for a second when ya said you're comin' here alone. you could've taken the shinkansen... or better yet, i could've gone there myself," thin eyebrows furrowing slightly, he approaches where you stand in the middle of the room where a metal table sits among others.

you laugh sheepishly, scratching gingerly on the skin of your cheek. "traffic was okay, thanks. and this is kind of an impulsive idea, really. i went straight to my car without thinking instead of going to the train station. plus, i wanted to give these to you myself," you say, mentioning to the leather sheaths sitting on the table.

hoshina tilts his head, giving you a confused smile, "why so? aren't they the same ol' blades like the ones i've been using before?" he asks, which causes your expression to brighten.

grabbing the weapons in your hands, you excitedly unsheathe the twin swords before displaying them in front of him. the blades are familiar, marked as his signature weapon SW-2033, gleaming sharp in the dim light of the library and shaped as similarly as his old ones.

"they are, but i added some touch ups to them too! i did some tweaking in the metal constitution of the blades to make them lighter, but more sturdy and tough to cut through harder things. they're supposedly more responsive to any change in your combat power too. the new composition has some kaiju remains in it, but you didn't hear that from me, okay?" you whisper the last part cheekily.

hoshina laughs, comfortably taking the swords when you hand them out to him and slowly turning them back and forth for observation, awestruck with your creation when suddenly a small detail catches his eyes. "what's this?" he mutters curiously, bringing the handle of the swords for a closer scrutiny.

you immediately straighten up at his attentiveness, your arms sliding behind your back and your fingers starting to play with the hem of your gloves from the jitters. "ah, that. well, i figured the swords would hold out much longer this time. so i thought it wouldn't hurt to do a little mark of ownership on each of them," you mumble, holding your breath while gauging his reaction all the same.

there, beside the jagged, razor-sharp edge of the dark steel blade, a small and intricate swirl of his first name is carved, along with a pressed mark of your own initials just above the izumo tech logo at the hilt.

there's a lump his throat, his slanted eyes widening in surprise.

bashfulness washes over you when he doesn't say anything, still staring at the weapons. "o-of course, i can remove my name if that's what you're concerned about! the hilt is easy to be swapped so—"

"no, they're perfect... thank you," he breathes.

your own eyes widen, gulping down the nervousness that is starting to dwindle down a bit, thankfully. you inwardly smile, relieved at how this is turning out. "think nothing of it! it's just something i thought to do in passing and it's not like there are many others in the defense force who specializes in swordsmanship." your hand reaches up to brush it off.

hoshina suddenly freezes when his eyes latch onto your gloved hand, the piece of stitched up cloth slightly nudged up from your earlier fidgeting to reveal a smidgen of your palm, causing you to tense slightly. you move to hide your hand from his view but your speed is no match against his; the man snatches it into his own, frowning deeply.

he puts aside the twin blades and takes a step towards you. one of his slender, much longer fingers slides under the dark fabric, exposing more and more of your palm to his amaranthine gaze at such a slow pace that it just makes the embarrassment to settle even deeper, simmering in the depth of your stomach and causing shivers to run down the length of your back.

eventually, the glove comes off and his eyes rove over the skin of your palm. it's soft to the touch, hoshina thinks. even so, he can't help but to stare at the lines upon lines of raised skin, ragged and roughly positioned on the surface. your hand is severely scarred.

you try to clench your hand into a fist and pull back but the swordsman seems persistent enough that you just relent, looking away to avoid his eyes. "it's bad, isn't it?" you smile, no mirth whatsoever.

play with knives, and you're bound to get nicked, you'd heard once.

his downturned expression remains. "it is. did you get them while refining my new swords?" he questions quietly into the air between you. your teeth catches on your bottom lip before you let out a low hum, "i always get them when i refine your swords.” the space around you grows tight, and the next thing that happens causes your chest to be even tighter.

hoshina moves closer into your space, your forehead almost knocking against him as he brings your palm to his lips. your mouth dries and feels like sandpaper as the airy, featherlight sensation continues to descend on various spots on your skin a few more times, your pulse quickening as he trails them to your wrist. he's careful with his fangs, but the sudden appearance of his tongue has you gasping slightly. it's wet, and it's warm against your skin. "w-what..." you stammer.

"it's beautiful. you're beautiful, y/n," hoshina murmurs, causing the sharp intake of your breath as the blood in your veins pumps in a frenzy.

he glances up to see your fluttering eyes and reddened cheeks. with those as the only indications he needs, he closes the distance to press his lips onto yours in a shy, tender kiss.

finally, your foolish little heart wants to scream. after months of lingering eye contacts, of shy touches, whispered praises and not-so-platonic gestures. after months of dancing around these intense, dizzying feelings.

the softness of your mouth gives to the pressure of his, dancing unhurriedly against each other as you savor the heat he emits. hoshina holds you close, your imperfectly perfect hand cradled protectively against his chest as his free hand comes up to steady a palm over your warm cheek.

he pulls back slowly to give you space and take a minute but you follow him, eyes still closed and lips chasing after his in an attempt to be connected once more. hoshina breathes out a chuckle and calls out for you, fondness seeping out from each syllable of your name that has you opening your eyes to peer at his own.

and here, as the first rays of sunlight pour through the windows of the library, casting a golden hue across the room and painting him in such an exquisite way it leaves the air rushing out of your lungs. the bell chimes somewhere in your mind, the musical vibrations synchronizing with the love you hold for the man in front of you.

somewhere in the back of your mind, you’ve never thought so beautifully of your hands ever before.

what i would give to be otp with hoshina like i'm his actual gf ... *cries in non fiction

©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !

[tlouwhore]

modern!ellie headcanons

notes/warnings: pet names used (baby), sfw, loser!ellie a little (i cant help it), no race specific information, androgynous reader

★ she has an insane mug collection thats so strange, when you go to hers for the first time its such a weird thing

"you want something to drink?"

"sure"

and you'll go back to messing with her stuff that she left sprawled across her coffee table until you hear her clomp over and extend her arm, she'll be holding an inconveniently built mug out to you casually

"els, what the fuck is that?"

she tilts her head and furrows her brow, confused at your comment as if its unreasonable to ask why shes handing you a horrifically constructed alien mug thats bound to spill all over you

★ speaking of these mugs, she refuses to get rid of *any* of them. when you guys move in together you're begging her to just get rid of one but she refuses

"els, please. we dont have enough shelves for these, we need normal drinking glasses."

you sigh as the mugs sit across the kitchen counter, shes on one side staring at them while youre on the other side staring at her.

"i cant, i use them all"

she doesn't. she drinks out of one and she only ever drinks water from it. you go back and forth for merely minutes before you throw in the towel and just let her do her thing, if shes happy you dgaf about the normal water glasses.

★ shes a loud ass walker, you will hear her before you see her. you genuinely start to think she's doing it on purpose.

★ she has one belt and its one wrong move from completing snapping in two pieces, there is a literal half inch of material holding it together

★ needs to pet street cats every time she sees them, whenever you point out that they're probably diseased she scoffs

★ tries to pretend shes good at fixing things but has no clue what shes doing—the toilet isnt flushing properly and so she stands about 3 feet from it and stares at it with her weight shifted to one side. she'll have on a tank top on and slacked down carhartt pants engulfing her legs as she nods. she really likes to take care of you so she'll refuse to admit she has no idea what shes doing and when you walk away she looks up "toilet not flushing reddit"

★ she fucks with the twilight franchise but pretends to hate it because it doesn't "look cool"

★ she cant drive, she failed her permit test 3 times and pretends like every other driver on the road is the problem (shes the issue every time)

★ she drives a beat up car or truck, it smells a little funny and the radio gets three stations so you have to rummage through her mass cd collection to find something to listen to. half the cds wont even be in their case but instead haphazardly chucked around her car in random spots. the only ones she keeps in order are your cds, which have a specific bag so you don't have to scurry about in her car to find them.

★ 3 pairs of socks and they all have holes in them, she'll complain that the floor is cold all the time

"god the floor is so cold in here"

"can you just put some socks on?"

"i'm wearing socks right now"

"oh really?"

and she'll point as her feet, half her toes are out and her heel is fully exposed. its about the same as just wearing no socks at some point. you'll just stare in disbelief for a moment before scoffing.

"what'd you do that for?"

that small crease between her brows finding its way to her face as it always does.

"you're barely wearing socks"

"oh whatever"

★ has to physically restrain herself from telling you the gift she bought you for any holiday or event, shes tweaking out and cant function until she gives it to you

★ she loves to just be in your presence, she'll observe your routines. she enjoys perching next to you as you get ready, no matter how short or long or a routine she will be by your side

★ she can cook a crazy burger but that's literally all she can make

★ shes a blushing mess for you but she loves to get cocky and pretend she isn't when texting you

★ needy and will message you thirst trap ass photos in an attempt to get you to leave work early and be with her (it works)

[il-miele-che-scrive]

Please have your asks open okay so hear me out

Charles Leclerc x Greek ! F1 driver ! Reader

You can choose the brand anything Ferrari because I want it to be like a little rivalry to lovers . Social media au or not . Reader being in f1 more time than Charles or Charles with rookie reader .

Thank you in advance

Hello!! I decided to go with rookie reader, hoping you'll like it❤️🙏

scuderiaferrari We are thrilled to announce a historic moment in Formula 1 as we welcome Y/n Y/l/n to our racing family! 🚀 Introducing Y/n Y/l/n, the first woman to compete in F1 since the iconic Lella Lombardi in 1976, and proudly representing Greece! 🇬🇷 Teaming up with our Charles Leclerc, Y/n brings a fresh wave of skill, determination and passion to the track. Together they'll conquer the 2024 season with the iconic Prancing Horse🐎

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yourusername I feel extremely honored to become a part of this family❤️

username1 Miss girl has no idea what she signed up for 💀 wishing her all the best tho

username2 A GIRL, GUYS WE FINALLY GOT A GIRL IN F1

username3 I have a bad feeling about this...

↳username1 wtf? care to explain?

username3 By the summer break she'll have hooked up with half the grid

username1 bye I'm not even participating in this conversation, misogynistic brain rot

carlossainz55 Goodluck @/yourusername 💪

↳yourusername Thank you Carlos 🙏

↳username4 Help why does his comment seem kinda salty

username2 wdym salty lol he literally wished her goodluck

username5 I get him tho, a girl stole his seat

username2 what "stealing" are you talking about? his contract expired, they didn't prolong it and went with some fresh blood that happened to be a woman, not to mention you have to be like the best of the best to get into F1, there was def no stealing done

charles_leclerc Exciting times ahead, let's see if you can keep up

↳yourusername Buckle up 🤠

↳username2 now THAT'S what I'd call a salty comment

username5 Charles forgot they're on the same team lol

achi_of_greece Hellenic Hurricane 🌪

↳yourusername I'll never escape from this nickname will I? 🫶

↳username1 NOT Y/N HAVING LITERAL ROYALTY UNDER A POST ABOUT HER

↳username3 Let's see if the hellenic hurricane can keep up with Lighting McQueen

username4 keep up? 🤡 miss girl will beat his ass up

username5 once again, i kindly remind, they are a TEAM!

lewishamilton History in the making

↳yourusername Omg sir Lewis Hamilton I'm gonna cry 🥹

username1 Y/n being a fangirl just like us

username4 she's so real for this frfr

oscarpiastri Finally🥴it was a bit lonely

↳yourusername Hi f2 bestie 🫶

logansargeant What about me

yourusername you know Oscar and I love you!!

f1 A historic day at the Imola Circuit as Y/n Y/l/n, the Hellenic Hurricane, wins the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix! Congratulations to Y/n and the entire Ferrari team for this outstanding performance.

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yourusername A dream come true honestly 😭🙏

↳carlossainz55 Great job👏

↳lewishamilton So proud

↳username4 Someone explain why the 7 (8)times WC and Charles' ex teammate are more supportive than Charles himself

username2 I think it might be an ego thing? He could be jealous? Personally I think it's Ferrari's fault, they kinda messed up the friendship between CL and CS too at the end

username5 yeah Y/n is definitely the 'favorite child' to Ferrari because she's new and they want to focus more on her or smth

maxverstappen1 Well deserved

↳yourusername THANK YOU MAX

↳username6 Why is Max here and Charles is not😭

username1 A GIRL. IN FERRARI. WINNING IN ITALY. I WASN'T READY FOR THIS

username2 The haters are pretty quiet rn

username4 No cuz I was gonna ask if she found a therapist yet... But she might not need it

username6 Excuse me it's been a few weeks and we get a Y/n win already?? I love it here

landonorris Max Verstappen is screaming crying throwing up

↳maxverstappen1 I'm literally not

landonorris You must admit it was refreshing not having to listen to the Dutch anthem again

oscarpiastri Best rookie fr

↳yourusername I learn from the best (even though you didn't have a win in your rookie year)

oscarpiastri Wdym i didn't, i won sprint in Qatar. Not to mention rookie of the year

yourusername Yeah yeah, stop flexing pookie

logansargeant Go bestie

↳yourusername Can't fvck with these hoes cuz they messy 💅

username7 live laugh love Y/n

username1 the Verstappen curse has ended🙏

↳username3 you know it's probs her first and last victory in F1 right?

username1 I just wonder why is Charles so quiet

charles_leclerc Congrats 👍

↳username7 not Charles commenting after people started to wonder why he didn't say anything 😭

↳yourusername How did you enjoy looking at the back of my car? Oh wait, you couldn't even see it from P8

username1 maybe it was better when Charles didn't comment 💀

username3 if that was how my teammate talks to me I'd be pissed too

username1 if this is angrily my name is Ayrton Senna

username2 pls if he was angry, it was only cuz he's in love with her but can't do anything about it

↳username3 he can, they're both single, if he wanted he would've, but he knows they have to keep it professional

username2 that's why I said he can't do anything, literally. i predict a relationship the moment one of them leaves ferrari (or f1 in general)

username4 dude is so in love it's embarrassing

username5 I just know he's thinking about unholy things

↳username7 angry sex lmao imagine

username6 oh to have someone who'll look at me the same way Charles looks at Y/n

username7 okay so my theory is they're attracted to each other okay? but neither of them can talk about emotions, but they tried to have a talk about it, which turned into an argument cuz both are short tempered pookies

↳username3 this is so delusional 🤡 why would they talk about it in that exact moment?

username7 let a girl fantasize

↳username5 quietly manifesting this to be true

↳username2 I'll never believe in true love if this doesn't turn out to be real

username8 No cuz hear me out guys. The LONGING gaze in the second picture? There is chemistry between them whether they admit it or not

↳username6 I totally see it, that is the stare of a man in love with the woman he's just argued with. Look at him. He doesn't look angry. He looks upset. Why? Because they had this argument and didn't make up. Now he's worried they'll get in the cars and something bad will happen either to him or Y/n and... You can imagine how the rest goes

username3 And i thought the previous person was delulu wtf

username9 I can die happily the day I see CharlesY/n happen

↳username7 be careful what you wish for, I feel like it can happen sooner than we'd expect

username10 I need to know HOW didn't Y/n fold after being looked at like this

username11 My friend went to Monaco for the GP and she has a paddock pass, she told me she overheard Y/n talk to some girl from her team that she liked Charles AND they even had "THE talk"™ (which could mean they did "IT"?), but Y/n can't imagine a relationship with him

↳username3 out of all the things that didn't happen, this didn't happen the most

↳username1 I can see that, they're very similar - competitive, short tempered - each of them is like a ticking bomb alone, so in a romantic relationship they would be truly a nuclear weapon (which doesn't mean I don't want it to happen)

yourusername A great day for some karting 🥴 summer break!

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username1 did I gaslight myself that hard or she's really in the number 16?

↳username5 nah, I see that too

↳username2 girlie giving us hints, is it soft launching yet?

username2 16 I'M SCREAMING

username4 enemies to lovers?

↳username3 when were they enemies?

username4 well they never seemed very fond of each other

username3 then just say rivals 💀

charles_leclerc You forgot to mention I won this time

↳yourusername first and last time you got a higher place than me

username4 I can see them having "the winner gets to be on top" kinda bets

↳landonorris 👀

username1 LANDO KNOWS SOMETHING

username11 i told yall, there's too much tension between Y/n and Charles to not be AT LEAST fuck buddies

oscarpiastri What's the longest you can go without being on track?

↳yourusername Mate as I'm writing this I'm waiting for a plane home, won't sit behind the wheel for like a week or more 😭

↳username2 Y/n is dedicated to her job

yourusername είσαι η αγάπη μου❤️🤍

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username1 the red and white hearts?? just saying but they're colors of the Monaco flag

↳username2 and the guy lowkey looks like Charles🤔

username3 looks like Charles? The best you can see is the back of his head

username2 and it looks exactly like Charles' 😌

francisca.cgomes Where credits for the last pic?

↳username4 KIKA WHAT ARE U DOING HERE

↳yourusername Pierre said not to tag either of you 😭 safety reasons or something 🙄

username4 AND PIERRE IS THERE?

username3 Okay, she's in a relationship, y'all can stop shipping Charles with her

↳username5 wdym 💀 this is literally Charles

username3 And y'all say that based on the back of his head, delusional

oscarpiastri @/landonorris and I want an invitation next time

↳yourusername Sorry pookie, it's not for kids

landonorris I'm not a kid

yourusername Then don't act like one

username5 lmao Ferrari had no idea they're getting a sassy queen

username6 Y/n is in love 🥹

↳username2 She's winning, she's in love, what else could a girl want?

username7 Not the soft launch as if we didn't know it's literally her teammate

username1 WHAT.

username2 I TOLD YOU. I TOLD YOU.

username3 You know it's totally normal for friends to hang out? I'd take it as they finally made up

↳username2 UP OR OUT

↳username4 they totally look like just friends, sure😐

username5 IN HER HOMETOWN 😭 HE MET HER FAMILY

↳username7 I'm super curious how it went. "Mom, dad, this is Charles my teammate, I hate his guts. Oh, and we're also lovers"

username6 So where is the person who said they can die happily when CharlesY/n turns out to be real?

↳username2 dead probs lmao

username7 The power couple we needed 😭

username8 imagine their PR team lurking onto gossip pages seeing this

↳username1 I know FOR A FACT that the pr people do look at the gossip accounts

username9 Y'all remember how once someone said Y/n will hook up with half the grid? Staring with the teammate is easy, let's see who'll be next

↳username3 Yeah, I'm so surprised it didn't happen earlier

↳username2 stay mad lol Y/n is living her best life with the man she loves

username5 THIS and it doesn't matter that they met through being on the same team

username6 They knew each other before tho! Y/n used to be friends with Arthur, so she def met Charles in the past

username3 Oh so she tried to get with Arthur but because it didn't work out she went for Charles?

username6 That's literally not what I said. She was friends with Arthur. FRIENDS

username3 You know there's no such thing as friendship between a man and a woman?

username6 look at who is delulu now 🤡 I'm not having this conversation

charles_leclerc Partners on and off the track

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username1 Man literally said fuck a soft launch 😭

↳username2 as he should! we've been dying for them to announce it

yourusername Je t'aime 🩷

↳charles_leclerc Je t'aime avec tes défauts et tes qualités

yourusername EXCUSE ME

yourusername DO YOU THINK I CANT USE TRANSLATOR?

yourusername WHAT "DÉFAUTS" YOU MEAN? I HAVE NO DÉFAUTS

charles_leclerc That's adorable ❤️

pierregasly Remind me, who took the first photo? 🤔

↳yourusername Kika did 🫶 @/francisca.cgomes

francisca.cgomes First and foremost I am the biggest CharlesY/n fan

pierregasly But you took the pic with my phone, I am the author just as much 🙄

francisca.cgomes No❤️

landonorris OH

landonorris I thought you won't have the balls to hard launch

↳yourusername The balls are there indeed

yourusername And more

landonorris EWWWW TMI

yourusername 😐

landonorris exactly my face rn

oscarpiastri So that's why Lando and I weren't invited

↳yourusername It's a couples trip 🤷‍♀️ there wasn't space for the Aussie and his emotional support extrovert

oscarpiastri fuck Lando, what about the Aussie and his GIRLFRIEND?

oscarpiastri Because I do have a girlfriend, you know?

landonorris HEY that's mean

logansargeant I can't say I didn't see it coming

↳username1 We all did, Logan

↳yourusername You were literally the first person I told about my crush on Charles...

logansargeant But who said I believed it would work out?

oscarpiastri HE was the first to know?

yourusername And you were the first to know about the night Charles spent in my hotel room in Monaco

charles_leclerc You talk to them about these things, chérie?

yourusername Don't act like you didn't run to Lando to tell him all about it on the next day

username4 So the theories were real after all, the spicy night in Y/n's hotel room was the cause of their argument

↳username3 She didn't say that...

username4 But it's obvious. Look - the night happened, they felt weird about it and boom there goes the argument. It makes a lot of sense

username5 However it happened, I'm glad it happened

username6 What happens now? Are they even allowed to be a couple?

↳username7 wdym allowed lol it's better than if they were from different teams, they'd have to sign NDA or something

username6 Isn't the team worried they'll distract each other or something?

username7 At least they'll be traumatized together

scuderiaferrari 🇬🇷❤️🇲🇨

↳username6 The team is indeed not worried

yourusername The benefits of having birthday during the summer break

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username1 I love the Y/n and Charles/Kika and Pierre friend group

↳username2 they're everything I want fr

username4 okay but I NEED to know whose idea the cake was

↳username2 I would expect it from Logan and Oscar, honestly, but they weren't in Greece with them

↳yourusername ofc it was Kika's idea!!

francisca.cgomes and I'm proud of it

logansargeant It hurts to know you're making new friends 🙄

↳yourusername I figured I needed some girl friend after spending so much time with you and Oscar 🙄

logansargeant Do you even remember about us anymore?

oscarpiastri I bet 10 of your american dollars that she doesn't

yourusername how could I forget? You two still haunt me in my nightmares 🫶

username1 lmao Charles wakes up screaming box box and Y/n wakes up screaming what's a kilometer and shoe thongs 😭

yourusername that's an accurate description

charles_leclerc I swear I once heard you talk in your sleep something about running a mile in shoe thongs

yourusername And I don't even know how long a mile is, so you can only imagine how terrifying that was

lewishamilton Happy birthday to my favorite rookie

↳yourusername Every time you appear in my comment section I cry a little

lewishamilton The good tears I hope?

yourusername happiness tears of course😭

username5 Do y'all think Charles is jealous seeing his gf interact with THE Lewis Hamilton?

↳username2 No? Why? Lewis is Y/n's idol so obviously she's gonna fangirl a lil

username6 Y/n being a WAG and a driver at the same time, iconic

username7 My fav wag duo for real

[subway-tolkien]

Okay, this is 1600 words of (positive!) meta regarding the OFMD finale. Included is character analysis and a treatise on why a certain trope people keep throwing around does not apply here.

This is of course just my take, and I'm sure people will disagree, but I needed to get this out. Apologies if it comes off disjointed, I've had like no sleep.

Spoilers within, obviously. You have been warned. Heed the tags. I didn't tag any characters because I consider it a spoiler, but you know who this is about.

Listen. Listen.

Let me start off by saying I have been where you are. I’ve had beloved characters die, either because it was important to the narrative or for shock value. I’ve been there, so I’m not coming at this without empathy. I’m not an Izzy hater. I loved him as a character. I’m truly sad to see him go.

But from what I’m seeing around Twitter and tumblr, some of you do not understand the role of an antagonist in a story.

Izzy was always meant to die. The moment he said, in the first season, “the only retirement we get is death,” I knew he was meant to die in the end. The foreshadowing ran through both seasons. Izzy was the true antagonist of S1. He was there to keep Blackbeard tethered when he started pulling away, and yet he also set the plot in motion. He inadvertently introduced Blackbeard to the person who let him be just Ed. He put Ed on his own path to redemption without even knowing it.

S1 ended with Izzy getting what he wanted as Ed lost everything he had. S2 was about Izzy coming to terms with the fact that he’d gone too far, he’d turned Ed into a monster. It wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted Blackbeard back, just like old times. Instead, he got the Kraken, and it was more than he bargained for.

Especially after it cost him his leg and he realized how far gone Ed really was. The conversation that ended with Izzy’s half-assed suicide attempt was the final blow to Izzy—Ed really didn’t seem to care anymore. Where Izzy wanted him to stop giving a shit about his silly boyfriend, he instead got a Blackbeard who didn’t care about anything, and he was apparently now included in that category.

(I said half-assed suicide attempt because Izzy wasn’t meant to die then, THAT would have been an empty, pointless death. It wouldn’t have taught Ed anything—in fact, all it did was make him more self-destructive, which was Izzy’s purpose to the narrative, but not his endgame. That Ed thought Izzy killed himself pushed Ed to the brink. Ed wanted to die and take every scrap of Blackbeard with him. Had Izzy successfully killed himself, Ed and the Revenge would be at the bottom of the ocean.

It wasn’t until the crew left Izzy the unicorn leg that he realized the power of compassion, the incredible act of grace from a crew that suffered so much from Izzy’s own machinations and didn't need to forgive him. It moved him to tears, and it moved him to accept that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to let people in, to let himself be cared for. It was a foreign concept and something Izzy likely hadn’t experienced since losing his family (I fully expect a shit ton of fanfic of Izzy’s life before piracy).

Israel Hands found the capacity to let love all the way in and by god, did he pursue it.

But, again, Izzy was always meant to die, and I’m glad they stuck to the narrative they set out with instead of placating fandom and letting our influence dictate how they told this story That’s never good, trust me. Fandom should not influence a creator’s decisions regarding their own characters. It rarely if ever ends well.

[Stares in Voltron S8]

And I see a lot of people out here throwing the “bury your gays” phrase around—I beg you, please look up the definition of the trope. Izzy didn’t die because he was queer, he didn’t die because of his disability. He wasn’t one half of the only queer couple in the show fridged for shock value. He wasn’t killed off due to pressure from conservative viewers. He wasn’t the only queer, disabled character.

They didn’t kill off Lucius, or Jackie, or Wee John. Would you be as outraged if it was any of them?

Killing Eve is bury your gays. Supernatural is bury your gays. Pretty much any film, book, TV show, whatever, where a queer character dies because they’re queer, of AIDs, to further the narrative for a straight person, etc—that is burying your gays.

Izzy’s death was none of those things. Izzy’s death had meaning.

Izzy’s death freed Ed from the Blackbeard persona. It finally forced Izzy to say the things he couldn’t say until he realized it was his last chance. Izzy was also tired. I honestly think he stuck it out for Ed’s sake, because he was afraid to let Blackbeard go without making sure Ed would be ok.

He loved the idea of Blackbeard, but over time, he learned to love Ed. He finally understood what Ed tried to tell him the whole time.

“Fuck off, you twat. You’re surrounded by family.”

You’re safe. You’re loved. You don’t need me anymore. You don’t need to be reminded of who you’re capable of being, you need the people who will guide you to who you will become, and I’m not one of them.

I know a lot of Izzy fans are stung by his death, some of you are deeply upset. I get that. Like I said, I’ve been there. Sirius’s death made me throw that fucking book across the room. That Fucking Woman™ killed off my entire OTP, purely for shock value and, imho, a direct response to shippers. Trust me, I have felt betrayed by a creator for their decisions.

But I need you to understand that no, this was not a personal attack, this was not malicious, this was not “bury your gays." A show that celebrates queerness and diversity is not suddenly homophobic and ableist because your favorite character died and happened to be both of those things. But when the majority of your cast of characters is different in some way, and they’re in a show about 18th century pirates, you have to accept that one of them could, in fact, die. “Anyone Can Die” is also a trope and the more accurate one to describe E8.

If only being queer and disabled made you invincible.

Spoiler alert: it doesn’t.

And no, I’m not an Izzy hater. I loved him, I loved him as an antagonist, and I loved his redemption arc. He was fascinating and Con put his whole O’Nussy into that part. I’m sorry to see him go, but as a mystery writer who often has to kill off beloved characters, I understand that he served the purpose he had from the beginning.

I swear, if some of you had your way, there’d be no conflict at all in any form of media. This what a steady diet of nothing but fanfic gets you. This is not a fluffy one-shot with magical healing dick and a happy ending where everyone sails off into the sunset. If that’s what you wanted, what you headcanoned, you did this to yourself. It’s not David et al’s fault that we took that character and babygirled him. That’s the risk we take when we decide to love a specific character, when we take a genuinely terrible person (in S1) and woobify him.

So, please stop harassing and attacking David, Alex, et al. David did not and should not change his story to placate us. The fact he went ahead with it despite the backlash I’m sure he expected makes me respect him as a creator even more.

Anyway, I’m going to revel that we have three (!) queer relationships with happy endings where one or both didn’t immediately die (again, the actual definition of “bury your gays”) and that we got at least two seasons of a little show that celebrated individualism, diversity, queerness, compassion, and love.

In the end, it all came down to love.

“There he is.”

Goodbye, Blackbeard.

Hello, Ed.

[archangeldyke-all]

CLUBMOMCLUBMOMCLUBMOMCLUBMOMMMMMM-

*ahem*

I apologize for outburst- allow me to demonstrate my idea in a civil manner.

CLUBMOMMY GIVING SEVIKA A HARD TIME BY NOT FUCKING HER FOR A WEEK AND SEVIKA LITERALLY BEGGING ND SHIT TILL CLUB MOM THINKS SHE"S HAD ENOUGH AND FUCKS HER A CLOSET NEXT TO THE STRIPPER BATHROOM ND SEVIKA TRYING TO STAY QUIT BUT THERE GOES CLUB MOM MAKING HER DO A SQUIRTING ORGASM W HER DICK FOR LIKR THE THRID TIME SO SHE"S JUST CRYING AND BEGGINF FOR MORE LIKE SHE DOESN'T WORK THE NEXT DAY ND NEEDS TO USE HER VOICE FOR MEETINGS AND-

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Very eleoquent, I know. My love for you and the public knows no bounds.

Besitossss [kisses]!!! ilyyyy!!!

💐💐💐💐

*cracks my knuckles* alright lets do it

men and minors dni

you and sevika got in your first big fight a week ago.

you've been dating for two years, living together for a year and a half, but until this week, your disagreements have remained small.

sure, you spat and bicker all the time-- but that's mostly just because you and sevika 'give major old married couple vibes'-- at least, according to crystal.

but this fight was different.

sevika had a horrible night at work, and all she wanted to do was pick you up from the club, take you home, and have you wrap around her like a koala while you scratched her scalp and gently hummed her to sleep.

you, on the other hand, had had an excellent fucking night. the club was jam-packed with a bachelor party from piltover-- and the girls scammed those rich suckers dry.

so after close, when you and the girls were counting money and getting ready to head home, cherry popped a celebratory bottle of champagne. which resulted in another bottle-- which resulted in you shaking your ass on the stage for a dozen of cheering laughing strippers-- all throwing money at you and chanting, "go mom! go mom! get it mom! go mom!"

it's not like you were naked, or dancing alone. all the girls were dancing beside you, and the club was empty besides you, them, and jimmy, and you were all high off a night of great earnings and a little tipsy on champagne.

but when sevika stumbled through the back doors, exhausted, beaten up, likely concussed and stone cold sober, she didn't see any of those details.

what she did see was you shaking your ass for cherry where she sat in a recliner on the floor.

it got really ugly, really fast.

a screaming match in the alley became a screaming match at home which became you packing a bag and leaving.

and now it's been a week of you sleeping on cherry's couch.

you miss sevika so fucking much.

she misses you too.

when you'd left, you'd tiredly, shakily asked sevika to give you time.

she did. for twelve hours.

but the following night as you clocked in for work, you were shocked to see your girlfriend sitting in the back of the club, sipping on a whiskey.

"i told you i needed time, sev." you huffed as you trudged over to the booth she was tucked in.

"i'm not here for you." she lied. you raised an eyebrow at her.

"buying a dance?" you asked. she huffed and rolled her eyes.

"fuck off, you know i'm not. obviously, i'm here for you-- i couldn't fucking sleep last night... i know you want time. you can have it. i won't bug you, but... please don't make me leave." she whispered this last part, her voice a little wobbly. "i just... miss you. wanna see you. i won't talk to you, i promise."

you'd sucked in a shaky breath, tried to keep your tears from falling, and nodded quickly before turning around and fleeing to the locker room.

and now, it's been a week of sleeping on a lumpy couch and listening to cherry hook up with jimmy through her thin-ass walls; a week of sevika's big puppy eyes watching your every move while you're out on the floor, of her having the girls bring you drinks and food, of her stuffing flowers and apology notes into the slats of your locker; and you're done fighting with her.

you miss her so much it hurts. you love her so much it hurts.

so tonight, you've got a plan: you're gonna make her grovel a little more, and then you're gonna go home with her.

you've got your duffel bag packed and waiting in your locker and everything.

sevika seems to have caught on to the fact that she's out of the doghouse. she's been grinning at you all night, waving you over like she's a customer who needs help, only to try to make chit chat with you and flirt for a while. she's adorable.

right now, she's watching you make your rounds around the club, her gaze burning on your back.

"did you 'n sev get in another fight?" trinity asks from behind the bar. you blink at her in confusion.

"no, why?" you ask.

she nods to where sevika's sitting across the bar behind you. "she's lookin' at you like she's plottin' to kill you." she says. you bite your lip and try to keep back your nervous giggle.

"y-yeah, that's... that's her horny face." you admit. trinity bursts into laughter, throwing her head back as she cackles. you groan, reaching across the bar to pull the bottle of tequila out of her grasp, and quickly pouring yourself your own shot before handing the bottle back to her. "are you good over here?" you ask, already backing away from the bar to avoid your friend's teases.

trintiy's still too busy laughing to answer verbally, so she shoots you a thumbs up and waves you away.

you finish your go around the club pretty quick.

frosty has you help her find the tip of the broken nail she'd chipped off-- using your flashlight to scour the floors of the dark club until you found the glittery nail, then gluing it back on for her.

you help a shaky old man figure out the cash-machine, withdrawing a stack of ones for him then helping him to a seat, waving star down to dance for him-- she likes the older gentlemen.

and then, after putting band-aids on the blisters on the back of shelly's feet, making sure mandy takes her medicine break, and spraying body glitter on buttercup's back for her; you finally get to turn around and catch sevika's gaze.

she grins when you approach her booth.

"hey, mama."

you shiver. 'mama' is her own personal take on the nickname your girls have for you, and it makes you weak in the knees hearing it now after a week. "scoot over." you mumble, trying to ignore her knowing smirk.

sevika slides into her booth, letting you sit beside her, passing you her drink so you can have a sip of her whiskey.

"you seem awfully happy tonight." you say.

sevika shrugs. "i've got a good feeling." she says simply. you raise an eyebrow at her, and she giggles. "think i might get lucky tonight; might take a pretty girl home with me."

you snort, elbowing her but not denying her accusation.

sevika's smile grows cocky, and her arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you into her strong chest. she presses a long, firm kiss to your scalp, breathing in the scent of your shampoo, before she sighs and pulls away, blinking her eyes back open. "i've fuckin' missed you." she whispers.

you sigh, melting against her. for a while, you guys just sit together, letting the loud thumping of the club music take over the conversation.

you finish sevika's whiskey. she doesn't seem to mind, her lips are occupied by peppering kisses on your head. eventually, you speak again. "cherry's couch is fucking horrible."

sevika snorts. "i'll give you a massage when we get home." she mutters. you giggle.

"you seem pretty certain that you'll be takin' me home tonight." you tease. sevika's eyes widen a bit in worry and she stiffens beside you.

"but... i am, right?" she asks, her voice insecure. your stomach bursts into butterflies. you were not expecting that reaction.

you were expecting her to say something suave and hot, to turn the tables and tease you, or to just straight up kiss you. you weren't expecting the needy, whiny tone of her voice.

it's rare, but sevika gets like this sometimes. you're not surprised it's happening now after a week apart, you just didn't expect it. but now that it's happening, and sevika's looking at you with those big, begging eyes, you're thrilled.

you give your plan for the night a quick mental edit: you'll make her grovel a lot, and then you'll take her home.

"depends." you answer, smiling at your girlfriend and reaching up to cup her cheek. she nuzzles into your touch.

"on what?" she asks. you grin, kiss the tip of her nose, and then whisper in her ear.

"how pretty you beg."

you don't wait for her reaction. you just kiss her cheek and then slip out of the booth, sauntering back to the locker room. you can feel her shocked gaze on your retreating figure, so you swing your hips a bit, making your ass sway a little more than usual. just before you reach the locker room, you can make out an emphatic "fuck" above the music coming from sevika's booth. you burst into laughter.

sevika wastes no time taking you up on your challenge.

two minutes after you push through the doors, sevika comes tumbling through, her eyes wide and her smile soft as she trails over to your little desk in the corner.

"baby..." she starts. you snort, and sevika sits her ass on your desk, looking down at you where you're in your chair. you prop your legs up into her lap, and her hands immediately grab your ankles to start rubbing circles in the skin. "please lemme take you home." she whispers.

the locker room is empty right now, all the girls are out on the floor. so, you decide to be evil. "what?" you ask. "didn't hear you, baby."

sevika grunts, and rolls her eyes. "please let me take you home tonight, honey." she asks at a normal volume. you smile, reaching out for her hand and pulling it forward to press a kiss to her knuckles.

"i'll think about it." you tease. sevika groans, kicking her feet a bit. you have to bite back your smile.

"babe!" she cries. "i-i-i missed you so much." she pouts. "i missed your fuckin' laugh and the crumbs you're always leavin' in bed and your morning breath and... and i missed your tits babe, fuck!" she whines.

you pull your feet out of her lap and stand up. her slouch against your desk means you're towering over her, now, and you smile down at her as you cup her face in both of your hands. "i missed you too, sev." you whisper. the smidgen of worry in her look of general desperation disappears at your words, and you relax a bit, knowing that now she's just horny and not worried you're still mad.

she puckers her lips, expecting a kiss. you snort, then lean forward a give her a quick, chaste peck.

it's not enough. it's nowhere near enough, and now that you've kissed her again after a week, your desperation for her is becoming incredibly apparent in your underwear. but still, you pull away. because you want to see how far you can take this.

"tell me more." you whisper against her lips.

sevika makes a little noise of protest when you pull away from her face. "i, uh..." she tries, blinking rapidly to get her brain working. "i missed the way you're always nagging me. turns out you're right, about most of it. i tripped over one of the socks i left on the floor in the middle of the night and nearly broke my neck-- i couldn't decide if you'd laugh or cry when you found out i died that way." she whispers.

you laugh then kiss her again as a reward for her words. "i'd cry. and then laugh. and then cry forever. tell me more." you demand. sevika smiles, catching onto your game quickly. her hands reach out and hold your hips, and you allow it... for now.

"missed your ass." she says simply. you snort, and kiss her again, licking against her bottom lip this time. her eyes are hazy when you pull away.

"tell me mo--"

"missed your smile." she whispers. "fuck, 'specially the one you give me when i wake you up in the mornings. 'n that annoyed one-- where you're trying not to laugh but you really want to." she giggles a bit. your heart melts, and you kiss her again. "i missed your lips." you kiss her. "i missed your hands." you kiss her. "fuck, baby, i missed your pussy." she whines. you grin. bingo.

sevika cracks one of her closed eyes open when she's not immediately rewarded with a kiss for her confession. she pouts at you, but you talk before she can complain.

"oh, sev." you whisper. "i missed your pussy."

sevika nearly slides off the desk at your words. if it weren't for you standing between her legs, she'd be on her ass on the floor after her knees locked. you laugh as you steady her on your desk, then swoop forward to capture her lips in a hot kiss, threading your fingers in her hair.

sevika's clawing at your belt loops and shirt, trying to drag you impossibly closer to her body. you chuckle against her lips, working one of your hands between your bodies to start fiddling at her pants button.

"lemme touch you?" you ask. sevika's already gasping for air like she's run a marathon, her eyes big and glossy and needy as she nods. you grin, and shove your hand down the front of her boxers.

she's soaking fucking wet, and she immediately leans forward to hide her face against your shoulder while you gasp at your discovery. "sev." you whine. she grunts.

"shut up."

"my needy girl." you continue. she whimpers, then turns to bite your throat.

you don't even mean to start fucking her-- she's just so wet that two of your digits slip right into her, with no resistance. you both gasp. "fuck! please!" sevika cries. you laugh.

"keep it down, baby, the girls could come in here any minute."

"please don't stop, please, fuck mama, i missed you so fuckin' much--"

you shut her up by pressing your lips against hers, swallowing her words as you nip her lip.

when you pull away from her to suck in a breath of air, you push her mouth to your neck to keep her quiet.

still-- even with her whimpers and whines muffled, her cunt's so wet and loud anybody'd know what you two are doing if they came through the door.

"shit, honey, do you hear yourself? you're so fucking cute, missed me so much, this is all for me, isn't it?" you ask. she mumbles something incoherent against your neck, her hips humping your hand, her head nodding. you laugh. "fuck, i missed you, too sweetheart." you whimper. she growls against your throat and you giggle. "cum for me, love."

sevika cums with choked whine, soaking your hand as she falls apart.

you pull her away from your throat to kiss her through her orgasm, slowing down the rhythm of your fingers until you're still. sevika's still twitching and whining when you pull away.

"you okay?" you ask, pulling your hand out of her pants and licking up her cum.

sevika grunts, then falls forward, her forehead against your tits. "so fuckin' good." she says. you laugh.

"god, baby. i wish i had my strapon, i'd fuck you over my desk."

sevika's head snaps up from your chest, a non-orgasmic blush creeping up her cheeks. you raise an eyebrow at her.

"uh..." she mutters.

"uh?" you ask.

"just... fuck. c'mon." she grunts as she shoves herself off the desk and past you, her legs shaky as she walks. you laugh as you follow behind her, wrapping your arm around her waist to keep her steady as she guides you to the supply-closet in the back of the locker room.

the room's barely big enough to fit the both of you, but you shove in after your girlfriend to see what she's rummaging around for.

she turns around with a shy smile, avoiding your gaze.

"sev?" you ask.

she sighs, then shoves something she was hiding behind her back in your hands. you look down at the jumble of fabric straps and metallic buckles, and burst into laughter. "what's this?!" you ask.

"the emergency strap." sevika says, shrugging. you hinge forward at your waist as laughter overtakes you, reaching out to steady yourself on your girlfriend's arm.

"wh-- the what?!" you squeal. she groans, rolling her eyes but smiling a bit at your laughter.

"it's exactly what it sounds like! i keep 'em stashed in various places in case of emergency, like right now."

"how many emergency straps do you have sev?" you ask.

sevika shrugs. "half a dozen stashed around zaun. one in piltover, behind that bakery you like so much." she says. "it started with just one here and at the last drop, but then you jumped me in the alley behind your salon and i was completely unprepared, so i decided to stash one near all our go-to spots."

you can't stop laughing, you can't believe the woman in front of you is yours. "i'm so fucking in love with you it's insane." you manage to laugh out.

sevika's embarrassed expression melts, and she pulls you in for a crushing hug. you wrap your arms around her, the dildo and harness dangling from your hands and brushing her shoulders as you laugh in her arms. "i love you too." she mumbles. "i don't wanna fight with you ever again. not like that. i'm so sorry."

"'s okay baby. you were pissy, i was drunk, neither of us were in the place to settle a disagreement. i'm sorry i left. that was shitty."

"don't apologize." she whispers. you chuckle, then pull away from her shoulder to catch her eye.

"okay. but only if you don't apologize either." you ask. sevika smirks.

"alright, deal." she says. then, she reaches behind you and pulls the door to the supply closet shut. "now put that thing on." she demands.

you burst into laughter, but start navigating the loops of the harness regardless.

five minutes later, and you're balls deep inside your girlfriend as she fucks you.

sure, you're wearing the strap, but sevika's got you pinned to the door, working her hips and ass on your cock as she groans into her folded arms resting on the shelf of cleaning supplies in front of her.

"holy fucking shit, sevika." you huff. she whimpers, and you smack her ass. "baby--"

"more!" she chokes out. you growl, smacking her ass again and widening your stance as you try to keep up with the pace she's set. "fuck, fuck, more, i need more, please, mama, please gimmie m--"

you sink both of your hands into her hips, use all your body weight to crush her against the shelf in front of her, her back arching gorgeously, and you give her ass one more nice smack before you start hammering into her.

disinfectant bottles and sponges start falling off the shelves, which are hammering into the back wall. your hips are smacking violently against her ass, and she's doing nothing to muffle her cries anymore.

"yes! yes, yes, yes, baby, fuck!" she cries. "shit, i'm gonna cum, i'm gonna cum on your fuckin' cock, mama, fuck i missed you, i love you so much, don't stop, don't stop, please don't--"

"i'm right here, baby. not goin' anywhere."

sevika falls apart at your words. you hitch an arm around her waist to keep her upright as her knees wobble, and when she starts to squirt all over your cock, thighs, and the floor beneath her, you cum.

"shit, sev!" you cry. she's still cumming, gasping and getting out choked half-laughs of pleasure as you fuck her through your orgasm. with each snap of your hips, a little gush of cum leaks down sevika's legs. by the time your hips still, sevika's shaking and shuddering like she's being electrocuted. you laugh as you watch her twitch, little drops of cum 'plink plink plink'ing to the ground from her cunt. "you alright, baby?"

"mmmuhng..." she mumbles.

you chuckle and kiss her back. "'m gonna pull out." sevika winces and squeaks when you pull out, one final stream of squirt trickling down her legs as you do. you just grin, then turn her around to face you. she's grinning, her eyes closed in post-coital bliss, and you kiss her cheek gently. "open your eyes, baby." you whisper, reaching up and cupping her face.

sevika blinks her hazy eyes open, smiling at you. "hey." she grins.

"hi, love." you laugh. "how're you feeling?"

"babe..." she grunts, glaring at you a bit and flopping her arm out to gesture at the general soaked state of the closet around you. "jus' flooded your supply closet with cum. i'm amazing." she giggles.

you snort, and then swoop in to kiss her on the mouth.

it's surprisingly easy to clean the mess you made-- since you made it in the cleaning supply closet. the mops take care of sevika's puddles, a few paper towels dry hers and your thighs. she shows you where she stashes the emergency strap, in a tile in the ceiling, and you snort and make a mental note to disinfect it tomorrow.

you get dressed, straighten up sevika's hair as she does the same for you, and then you both stumble out of the supply closet, giggling.

cherry's standing in the locker room, an unimpressed look on her face. sevika groans in embarrassment, hiding her face against your shoulder, and you just laugh at your friend's face.

"hey cherr-bear." you great. she rolls her eyes.

"you two are disgusting. you traumatized poor shelly."

"you gave jimmy a blowjob during your smoke break just yesterday!" you squawk.

sevika perks up behind you at the new gossip. "you're hooking up with jimmy?" she giggles.

cherry snorts and rolls her eyes fondly at sevika.

"it's completely different if me and the girls hook up here. you are our mom. and you're, like, our cool new step-dad or something!" cherry shouts, waving her arms at you and sevika. "nobody wants to hear their parents hooking up!"

"thanks for taking care of her while i was being a shithead." sevika says, ignoring cherry's rant. she deflates, a sweet smile on her lips as she considers you and your girlfriend.

"just don't do it again. i had to stop, like, four girls from tryna murder you for hurtin' mom." cherry says.

you blink.

"wait, what?" you and sevika ask simultaneously. cherry just shrugs.

"'m just glad you made up. any longer, and trinity was really gonna call up her big brother." she says. sevika bursts into laughter behind you, and you smile, equally touched and disturbed by your girls' protective behavior. "you two go home. y'all clearly got a lotta catchin' up to do. i'll watch the girls the rest of the night, mom, and i'll keep your earnings for you until tomorrow." you raise a suspicious eyebrow at your best friend, and she laughs. "okay, i'll give you eighty percent of your earnings. i gotta take a little off the top-- rent for the past week of you crashing on my couch."

sevika's already in your locker, gathering your stuff and tugging you toward the back door. "thanks cherry!" she calls over her shoulder.

you let yourself be dragged out, blowing cherry a goodbye kiss.

in the alley, sevika shoves you against the brick wall for a sloppy kiss.

when she pulls away, her eyes are gentle and sweet. "lemme take you home?" she asks.

you smile. "lead the way, babe."

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[sjywrites]

Heyyy can we have Jungwoo from nct headcanons when y'all go on a cheap date and just relax together, anything else is up to you really!! Also I love your work ����💞

jungwoo headcanons - date night!!

hey anon tysm for sending this it was very cutesy and sweet!! ❤️

also when you sent this I got reminded of this photo I saved a while ago of him so I'm gonna base it on this 😝

lowercase intended!!

cw: one mention of making out

okay two words; midnight snack!!

so like just imagine you two watching a movie (preferably a disney movie!) and then suddenly you got a lil hungry you know??

so he comes up with this bright idea to drive to mcdonald's in the middle of the night instead of searching for anything edible in the comfort of your home!

and with his busy work schedule, this WILL count as a date.

so you get dressed quickly, wearing your matching hello kitty pjs and throwing his hoodie over it, and jump into the car

he insists on driving (idek if this dude has a drivers license but this is fiction so now he does) and he does that thing where he has one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on your thigh 🙃

plays some goofy ass music on the way there, and I'm not talking old tiktok songs type beat but like a literal mix between cocomelon songs, old katy perry songs and opera...

when y'all finally arrive at the closest mc, you decide to take the drive through so you don't have to walk in there looking like rats ♡

he asked what you wanted beforehand but literally forgot what you asked for, and instead of asking you again he orders half the menu and prays that what you wanted is in there

spoiler alert he forgot his card so you had to pay (don't worry he payed you back right away)

when you got your food you decided to eat in the car instead of driving home and letting the food get cold

so you sat there, way longer than you had too and ate your food, talked, listened to bad music and maybe made out once or twice

at some point you both decided it was time to go back home, so you did. when you arrived home you put on the first disney movie you saw, and jungwoo fell asleep within the first five minutes of it

you had a cute little photoshoot of him sleeping, but eventually fell asleep too

you woke up the next morning to the TV still running and had gone through at least 4 other disney movies...

<3

I love him so much tysm anon for req this!! also sorry if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes english is not my first language and it's 1 am here😭😭

[chaotic-mystery]

My Girl | Joel Miller

︎༅ Pairing: Dbf! Joel x f!reader

︎༅ Summary: Visiting your dad at his house with Joel leads to him getting drunk and in his feelings when you bring him home and take care of him.

︎༅Cw: Fluff, established relationship, implied age gap, did I say fluff? This could possibly rot your teeth.

All of my dbf! Joel is pre-outbreak, but he’s not a father (I’m sorry!)

ꨄ Let me know what you think, feedback and comments are always welcomed as are requests/ ideas! ꨄ

“Cmon Joel, just a few more steps.” You grunt as you're trying to walk him into his room to toss his drunk ass in his bed. His laughs fill the room as you trip on the rug, almost eating shit. “Yeah, that's cute, Miller. Keep goin and I won’t take care of your drunk ass anymore.” you told him as you tugged his boots off, throwing his legs up onto the bed as he laid there half asleep. The room grew quiet as you stood next to him, hands on your hips and you let out a sigh. This isn’t how you planned for the night to go but Joel found your dads stash of whiskey and he had just a tiny too much to drink. Next thing you knew your dad was asking you to drive Joel back to his house in your car and just leave his truck overnight. How could you say no? Why would you say no? There was no way you'd let anyone else take care of him. You leaned down and left a soft kiss on his forehead, brushing some of his hair out of his face. “Goodnight, Joel. Sweet dreams” just as you were turning to make your exit, his finger hooked inside your belt loop and tugged you back into place. “Joel, what’re you doing? Go to bed.” Nothing was working to get his hand off you, and he finally unburied his face from his pillows and looked at you. 

The soft expression on his face, it was something you’d never seen from him before. “Baby there’s somethin’ I gotta tell you.” Your body instantly went cold and you could only imagine what he was about to say. A million ideas flooded your mind, most of them were bad. He scooted his legs to give you some room to sit, and you reluctantly did.

“Joel, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?” 

“Darlin’ we’ve been foolin around for awhile and don’t get me wrong I like it, but I want more from ya. I like you baby doll, I can’t help it. Somethin’ aboutcha, I can’t you out of my brain. You consume every thought I have. Will she notice the new shirt I’m wearin? I wonder if she’ll stop and visit her dad so I can just look at those beautiful eyes, s’all I want- my whole week will be goof if I jus’ see her.” Was this really happening? Joel fucking Miller, telling you his feelings? “Joel, this whole time I thought you just wanted to mess around. So-” you paused and grabbed his hand, pulling it closer to you, “What more do you want from me?” The light from the street lamp outside his window casted a yellow glow across your face, and he could see how terrified you looked. “I’m not sayin’ we’re gettin married or tellin’ your dad anytime soon because I still don’t know how to go about that; but I want you to be my girl. I wanna take you out on dates n’ do fun things with ya that my old ass wouldn’t normally do, baby.” You giggled at his terrible joke, climbing on top of him and pinning his arms down, the whiskey still faint on his breath. “You may or may not remember this tomorrow Miller, are you sure you wanna do this for real?” He unpinned his arms and held your face, pulling you close to his lips and pecked you softly. “Baby, I don’t have to be sober to realize how fuckin’ good you are to me. So whaddya say, will you be my girl?” Your heart fluttering at the sound of that, 'My girl'. nodding yes and kissing him again only deeper this time, he held onto that kiss like that was the last one he'd get.

"I'm so fuckin gone baby doll, jesus christ" He groaned and let go of you, turning his face into his pillows again. "I told you to slow down, but you never listen."

"Sweetheart, shut that beautiful mouth of yours and find one of my shirts to sleep in and get in this goddamn bed so I can hold you."

[maddiethedogstories]

Playing House - 2

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Bruce shot Sandy a supportive wink as he lowered the side of the crib and pulled her out, carrying the small woman over to their changing table. He laid Sandy down, and with an expertise that only comes from years of experience, quickly removed Sandy's messy diaper and wiped her clean. Out of habit, he reached for a clean diaper and began to tape her into it.

"Daddy! I mean... Bruce, no! I'm the Mommy today, remember?"

Bruce smiled as Sandy interrupted him. She was the Mommy today. However, after years of being diapered 24/7 while at home, he was concerned about his wife's ability to keep her clothes clean and dry without some extra protection.

"You know, Mommy," Bruce said, deliberately using her new title despite the fact she was the one laying half naked on the changing table, "plenty of other Mommy's wear protection too. I mean, it's not uncommon for biological mother's to have bladder issues after giving birth. So, if you were concerned that you might have an..." Bruce didn't get another word out before Sandy cut him off.

"No, I'm the Mommy, and I don't need a diapy... I mean diaper! You're the baby! You do! Now let me down!"

Sandy's torrent of words made Sandy sound more like a toddler throwing a tantrum than the 'Mommy' she was trying to be. But, Bruce had agreed to let his wife be in charge for the day, and he was a man of his words. So, reluctantly, Bruce helped his wife down from the changing table undiapered, her infantile onesie hanging unbuttoned just over her crotch.

"Thank you, baby," Sandy said more firmly, her tone holding more control now that she wasn't laying with her baby smooth groin and ass on display on the changing table. "Now, Mommy is going to go put on some big girl clothes. I want you to sit right here on the floor of the nursery until I get back. Can you do that, Little One?"

Bruce smiled as he sat down and nodded his head in affirmation. It was entertaining listening to his wife repeat words back at him that he had told her hundreds, if not thousands, of times.

Sandy, for her part, smiled contentedly as her husband complied with her command. Bruce smiled as well, although his grin was caused by how silly Sandy looked as she turned and half-waddled out of the nursery towards their master bedroom, the tails of her open onesie swaying from side-to-side, exposing her cute, naked butt with each step.

Bruce sat in his very adult pajamas on the soft carpet of the playroom for longer than he would have liked while Sandy changed into her Mommy costume for the day. He was happy that he had thought to turn off the stove before coming to get Sandy ready for the day. He was certain if he hadn't, he'd be dealing with a small fire in the kitchen by now.

However, as he sat on the nursery carpet like an obedient toddler, another concern began to weigh on Bruce's mind. He'd already drank his first two cups of coffee this morning and hadn't had time to take his normal morning trip to the bathroom. Bruce needed to pee, and that need was creating a dilemma.

On the one hand, Bruce, at his core, was an adult man. He had not wet his pants in decades. He had never desired or even dreamed of wetting himself, despite spending the last few years changing his wife's diapers. The shame of wetting himself plus the knowledge of how gross the clean up from an unprotected accident was made the idea of just letting lose feel disgusting and wrong.

On the other hand, the rule of the house, that he had made himself, was that babies don't hold in their potty. They have to release the instant the urge strikes. He agreed to play baby today. He should follow that rule. Plus, by following the rule, Bruce could start demonstrating just how hard caring for an adult baby was to his wife.

In the end, Bruce's desire to toy with Sandy outweighed his shame and disgust. With little fanfare, Bruce released his bladder right where he sat. It took only moments before a damp patch formed on his pajamas and the carpet he sat on.

As Bruce felt the warm, wet urine saturate his pants and flow down his crotch and groin, he couldn't help but blush at his perceived misdeed. At the same time, he found himself wiggling where he sat, trying to absorb every aspect of the strange sensation knowing he may never have the opportunity to act this childish again. Eventually, Bruce let himself smile thinking again about how much more Sandy was going to appreciate him after this day.

It didn't take long after Bruce let loose for Sandy to re-enter the room. Dressed in a cute sundress that stopped just below her knees and showed off her ample cleavage, Bruce couldn't help but giggle at the fact that that dress was not that different than something he would have dressed her in while she was in baby-mode to go out to a park. Bruce's smile didn't last long though, as Sandy quickly noticed the aftermath of his recent accident on his pajamas and floor.

"Oh Brucey! What happened here?! Did you have a potty accident all over the floor? I thought you were a big boy, not some little baby!" Sandy's voice rang with the resigned disappointment of a mother realizing they tried potty training their child too early. "Well, I guess it's back to diapers for Baby Brucey! Stand up and let's get those wet jammies off, Tiger."

Bruce couldn't help but blush Sandy's expert twist of his accident to justify putting him back into diapers (even knowing he agreed to let her do that exact thing only minutes earlier). This wasn't how Bruce had expected Sandy to act at finding him sitting on the urine soaked carpet. Rather than overwhelmed and disappointed with herself, some how she had turned this back on him. This stunk suspiciously of something HE would have done to HER. Maybe Sandy had been paying better attention to the mind games he played with her than he realized?

Bruce didn't get much time to dwell on those thoughts before Sandy placed her hands under his armpits and helped him to his feet.

"Uppsie, daisy!" His wife said as she helped pull Bruce to his feet. "Now, let's get those icky, wet big-boy jammies off!"

Without ceremony, and as if he was an actual infant with no shame, Sandy yanked Bruce's pajama pants down to his ankles, exposing his hairy, naked lower half to the nursery. Bruce reflexively tried to cover himself in shame, only to find his hands being slapped away as Sandy lifted his arms above his head and ripped off his pajama shirt.

"Nuh uh! Baby boys don't get to hide their cute little ding-a-lings from their Mommy's! Babies are too little to be embarrassed by being naked. Plus, it's not like it's nothing Mommy has never seen before."

Bruce could feel his whole body turning red as Sandy turned phrases he had previously said back on him again. How was she so good at this? Was he underestimating her?

"Alright, baby boy, can you show Mommy what a big boy you are and climb up on the changing table for me?" Sandy said once she had Bruce undressed, interrupting her husband's thoughts again with her words.

Feeling exposed as his once warm urine cooled and dried on his now naked flesh, Bruce quickly complied. Being quite literally stripped naked like this made him feel more vulnerable than he had ever felt in his life. He was desperate for any form of covering for his body, even if it was just a diaper. Climbing awkwardly onto the changing table, Bruce couldn't help but wonder why it already felt like he was breaking, instead of his wife.

With a triumphant smile, Sandy approached the changing table and secured the waist strap around her husband. She gave him a condescending kiss on the forehead before walking over to their sizeable diaper stash and producing a plain white diaper to put her husband in.

Bruce, despite his desire to get covered, couldn't help but grimace at the garment as his wife approached with it. Bruce also cursed, for the first time, Sandy's beautiful, voluptuous ass. Bruce knew, based on a situation where Sandy's underwear had been hidden as a punishment and she had stolen his underwear to avoid being padded at work, that despite their height and weight difference, Sandy's curves made his wife and him functionally the same size in underwear. He had know doubt that every single one of Sandy's diapers, including the one in her hand, would fit him.

That knowledge was quickly confirmed as Sandy brought the diaper to the changing table, slid it underneath Bruce, and proceeded to take him into the padded undergarment.

"Oh, doesn't Baby Brucey look SO cute in his adorable little baby pants! Maybe after my little tinkle monster fills this one up, I'll get you a cuter one. What about one of my... I mean your... Bunny diapers! I bet you'd love that!" Sandy said as she patted Bruce's pamper laden crotch.

Bruce, surprisingly, smiled in response. As he looked down at his diapered body, he couldn't help but grin. Despite Sandy's demonstrated ability to talk a big game, Bruce knew that by the end of the day, their relationship would revert back to normal. The tapes on Bruce's diaper we visible messed up. She failed to fluff the diaper or adjust the leg gatherers. In other words, Sandy had done a horrible job diapering her husband and he was liable to leak after only one wetting.

Being so poorly diapered gave Bruce a modicum of relief. Sandy might sound like a Mommy, but she didn't have the skills of one. By the end of the day, Bruce remained certain his relationship with his wife would revert back to its normal status quo.

[drysdaleknieslee]

Only Exception - Cam York

@pocketsizedq my certified Cam girl I hope you like this and any other Cam lovers out there (including me, this had me blushing all the way through). Intented for Mature Audiences

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Themes including oral (male receiving, swallowing involved), angst (throwing objects) and just angry Cam

In which Cam let's out some steam after a bad loss and he takes it out on his partner in the most loving way possible.

You were at home watching the Flyers game hoping and praying that this game would end their losing streak.

They were currently down two in the third half and the guys were giving it all they could. Especially Cam. You always try to warn him about using his body when blocking as it takes a toll on him especially when he comes home sore or with bruises.

There was a good 13 minutes left and you figured this was gonna be another hard loss so you get the idea to make Cam dinner to at least have something nice to come home to. You gather your curls into a make shift bun on your head and start working on a late dinner.

When your halfway through with the meal you hear the announcer say the other team has scored, eliciting a sigh from you. He's not gonna be happy when he gets home.

The game ends and the flyers leave again disappointed in not being able to capitalize this game. It's gonna take Cam a while to get back as he has to shower, undress, listen to Torts and drive in the traffic.

After a while and you pull the pork roast out of the oven you can hear the front door click open followed by a slam that nearly made you drop the hot pan.

Cam angrily drops his hockey bag near the door and storm past the kitchen, not even noticing. His hair is ruffled and his neck and face is blazing red. He just plops on the couch and haphazardly throws this shoes and socks near a nearby chair.

Cam's been frustrated after games but this is pure anger. He still hasn't even noticed you yet. You slowly place the pan on the stove and stalk slowly into the living room.

His head is now in his hands and he's muttering to himself.

"No matter what nothing works."

"I have to be better, no other option."

"Why can't we just be consistent?"

You make your way directly behind the couch where Cam is sitting and even in the dark, you can see the tense muscles of his back through his dress shirt. "Cam?"

His head turns towards the sound of your voice and he looks at you with startled eyes. This is the first time he's noticed you since he stormed in and his face starts to soften at your worried expression.

"I'm sorry...I didn't see you when I came in. It's just-" and he cuts himself off. The frustrated look returns to his face remembering the events that took place earlier.

"It's ok. It's hard being in a slump but I know you guys will get out of it." you say rubbing his shoulders before snaking your arms around his front to place a kiss on his cheek.

This brightens his mood a little and he finally turns to get a proper look at you when you move towards the kitchen.

Your wearing the stadium series flyers jersey with his name on it and a pair of pajama shorts. Except these happen to be shorter than the usual pair. Either your clothes are shrinking or your ass is getting bigger but either way, Cam was not complaining.

"I made dinner for you because I figured you'd be a little heated after the game. And your probably hungry." you say motioning the food laid out on the dining room table.

"We've got tupperware right?"

You look up confused. "Cameron York I know you are not telling me to put all this food up after I made it specifically for you." you sassed putting your hands on your hips. He smirks at this before answering.

"I appreciate it hunny. There's just something else I'm in the mood for eating right now and I'll be full afterwards."

He gives you that standard smirk and his pupils started to dialate.

Oh.

"I like to savor my food."

Double Oh.

He starts to stalk towards you in the kitchen and with each step forward, you take a step back before your back hits the counter. He's now in your proximity staring down at you wondering how someone can make a jersey look so sexy.

"Jump." he said tapping your thigh and helping lift you onto the countertop.

His hands start massaging your thighs and making their way to the area that needs his attention the most but he glides over that part, leaving you to let out a frustrated moan before both hands cup your breasts beneath his jersey. Your mind goes hazy as his lips connect with that sensitive area behind your ear, making your jaw go slack.

"Cam" you manage to let out.

"What is it hunny? What do you want me to do?"

"The...stove."

He freezes for a split second and just stares at you. Is she teasing me?

"Turn the stove off Cam." you say giggling at his reaction. He rolls his eyes before turning to the right to cut the stove off.

"Done," he says before resuming his other activities, "now what would you like me to do?"

"Take me to the room and let me make you feel better."

He chuckles and pecks your lips before lifting you up to take you upstairs. "I already feel good babe," he says while kissing your neck softly. "You cooked dinner," kiss, "put my jersey on," kiss, "i'm all good."

He kicks the door open with one foot and closes it with the other before making his way to your shared bed. He sits with you on his lap, admiring the slight tint on your bronzed skin. You shy away at his gaze before he pulls your face back to face his.

"Don't hide from me. I see you as beautiful no matter what." You both smile at each other before initiating a slow yet passionate kiss. Nothing but love is all you feel and all he makes you feel. Is loved.

You disconnect the kiss and make your way down Cam's lap to come face to face with his erection. You unbuckle his belt slowly and teasingly try to remove his pants. He lifts his hips for better access but your taking your time on purpose.

"Unless you want me to cum in my underwear I need you to go faster."

You look at him innocently like you don't know what he means before resuming you escapades.

You finally get his pants off and start removing his briefs. When you do, his erection stands at attention, making you literally salivate. You put some spit on you hand as lube before you get to work.

You start to pump him slowly and running your thumb over the head, illiciting a strangled groan from the back of Cam's throat. His hand goes straight to your hair when you finally take him in your mouth and you start working him in inch by inch.

He's touching the back of your throat at this point and start to hollow out your cheeks each time you come up.

"oh my god your amazing" he chokes and he starts to buck his hips. Saliva now dripping down your chin and your eyes red from the tears.

"I'm gonna cum, and I need you to swallow, ok?"

You look up at him through your lashes, admiring the man above you before modding. Cam's entire face was red and flushed, eyes blown to where you can't see his irises, but there was a mixture of lust and care in them.

His thrust became uneven before he let our one long groan before emptying into your mouth. His grip on your hair loosening and his jaw slack. You take as much as you can before pulling off of him. You open your mouth to show that you followed his instructions.

"Good girl." he panted. He helps you off of your knees and begins to take off the rest of his clothes and yours. He starts to remove his jersey, but you stop him halfway and he looks at you confused.

You struggled with your image a bit. You didn't have a flat stomach, you had wide hips, and you struggled in almost every pair of jeans thanks to your butt and thighs. And your stretch marks aren't the prettiest.

"This is about you Cam, not me...."

He grabs your hands and stared you deep in your eyes. The lust was still there but he was more serious than ever.

"I love these stretch marks," motioning the ones on your stomach and thighs, "I love your stomach, I love your thighs," he spun you around to face away from him before landing a swift smack on your behind causing you to yelp and giggle a bit, "and I especially love this lovely ass of yours."

He spun you around again and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Let me make you feel beautiful, ok?"

You nod reluctantly before finally removing his jersey and tossing it somewhere in the room. He did a full scan of your body and the desire returned back to his eyes and his signature smile returned

"I'm so fucking lucky."

He picks you up again and places you on the bed and starts kissing all the places he valued most.

"I almost forgot these." he said nipping and sucking each boob, giving both equal attention. He places his mouth on your right breast while twisting your left nipple making your back arch off the bed. After a few minutes he switches.

"I could stay right here all day if I could."

"That's nice Cam," you say literally having to pry him from your chest, "but I need you. Like, right now"

He smirks and starts to rub his thumb against your clit lazily. "Be more specific."

It takes all the energy left in you to answer his question. "I need you to fuck me Cam."

"With pleasure."

With that, he takes both of my hands, laces our fingers above my head and enters himself into you slowly. Every inch is a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Look at me ok? Your doing great." he said panting softly.

You open your eyes to meet his blue ones and he bottoms out and you nearly climax then and there. He starts a slow but strong pace, knocking the wind out of you each time.

"Go faster Cam."

You sure?"

"Yes, I'll be ok."

He let's go on your hands but doesn't break eye contact, and grabs both of your legs and fold them to where your knees are nearly touching your chest. He then starts to move faster and this new position has you seeing starts.

"Oh my- Cam!"

"I know, you look so pretty like this. Your doing so well and you always take me so well."

Your eyes are starting to roll in the back of your head which each thrust feeling like he's touching your cervix. The only sounds filling the room are his praises, the bed shaking and hitting the wall, and his balls hitting your ass.

"I'm close Cam." He grabs your hands again and your legs starts to tremble. "Let's come together ok?"

His hips start to sputter and he does one final thrust to end them all, so strong you actually gasp for air and it helps you reach your climax and the clinch from you helps him reach his.

You finally stop shaking and he lays his head on your shoulder and slowly relaxes his body.

"Hey Cam?'

He turns his head slightly to face you. "Yeah?"

"Thank you for making me feel beautiful."

He smiles before pecking your shoulder and then your lips before adding, "I'd be glad to do it again. Thanks for being my comfort."

[lowkeyrobin]

......you already know what....anyway dancer!reader and fuckshit established relationship. Reader has a full ride scholarship to a really popular and well know dance academy but doesn't tell fuckshit because they planned a party to reveal it. Also fuckshit is very supportive of readers dream but he's going through that phase where he feels that he has nothing going for himself....and then you know the crash happens and reader becomes paralyzed from his waist down (i was gonna do from their back down so he grateful lmao <33) and that's when reader and their parents tell the gang about his scholarship and fuckshit just feels horrible.....reader also doesn't want to see him....ilyy

-♣️

♣️ I hate you. you know I know who you are.

FUCKSHIT ; selfish

summary ; you have a full ride scholarship to a dance academy, as gay as it may sound, you wanted to reveal it to your friends after the skate competition, but it didn't go so well

warnings ; language, car accident, mentions of alcohol, & drugs

genre ; angst

word count ; 1.4k

masterlist

Your mood had been ruined today. You wanted to tell your boyfriend and friends that you'd finally got a scholarship to Juilliard, a dance college, a full ride, but you couldn't bring yourself to speak about it. Stevie and Ruben got in a little fight, Ray wasn't talking to Fuckshit since he was wasted all day and embarrassed him. And you didn't want to talk to anyone now, you didn't want to make the situation any worse.

Fourthgrade sits behind Fuckshit, Ruben next to him, and Ray on the opposite end. Stevie sits in the middle console seat on your left, and Fuckshit in the driver's seat. You sit in the front passenger seat, staring out the window, hoping to God your depressed, drunk boyfriend wouldn't kill you all.

Fuckshit was going through a little phase where he felt like he had nothing going for him, feeling as if he were worthless. All he was living for was partying and drugs, apparently.

You'd been sober for a couple months now, learning that throwing your dreams away because you were mentally unstable wasn't a good idea. You cared about your future while Fuckshit didn't, which started some arguments and fights here and there. You were just worried about him in all honesty, and he'd get jealous that you talked to Ray about the future instead of with him. You needed someone to bounce back on and agree with you, not someone to just nod and half ass listen to you. He was supportive of you and your attempt to make dance your career, but sometimes he didn't know how to properly show it.

You'd been trying to help him find a place in the world, to give him a head start like what you had. You didn't even know what you were doing but you were making an attempt at least.

You imagine you were off at your new school, come two years' time, the new environment, the new people, being able to do the one thing you loved more than skating. It sounded like a dream. It still did, really. All that hard work finally amounted to something, something that you could make yourself out of. You fantasize about your career, yet you're snapped out of it, realizing that leaving everything and everyone you knew was going to be difficult and hurt, a lot.

But now, you listen to Ray, trying to convince Fuckshit to drop you all off at home. You roll your eyes, hearing him mumble something about how you guys weren't gonna ruin his mood.

You turn to the curly haired blonde, tiredness pulling your eyes down. "Dude, stop. Just take us home"

"No! Now you're ganging up on me too?"

"I'm not! Do whatever the fuck you want, dickhead. Just let me out" You speak, unbuckling your seatbelt.

"No!"

"Let me out, right now!" You exclaim, pulling at the handle beside you, seeing the sidewalk right outside.

You hate this, you feel like your parents arguing, your friends acting as you, hiding in silence in the back.

"Pull over, please-"

Your eyes reflect bright headlights, blinding you as you swing your arm over to protect Stevie beside you. Your ears are defeaned by car horns and breaking glass.

You awaken slowly, nurses standing over you, one rushing in food to place in front of you. You notice your face is all tingly, and your arms and hands are covered in bruises and scratches.

You talk to the ladies before they disperse and grant your friends entrance to the room, which smelt like clorox wipes, the lighting an eerie cool. The others had some cuts and bruises here and there, but Stevie's arm is covered by a cast, signed by the other four.

You almost gasp as you see him, "Holy shit, are you okay?"

He nods with a little smile, "Yeah, I'm good"

You blink a bit, looking up to Fuckshit who's unable to look back at you. You scan the others, their expressions somber.

"What? Did someone die or something?" You question them.

Ray looks at Fuckshit, slapping his shoulder to deem him responsible.

The blonde sighs before sitting down next you on the hospital bed, fitted with light blue sheets with a little white pattern. He fidgets with his fingers before looking back up at Ray, who raises a hand towards you and mouths something to him.

Fuckshit finally looks at you, biting the inside of his cheek. "Y'know that scholarship to Juilliard?"

"How do you know about that?" You quickly question, running a hand through your hair.

His gaze shifts down, "Your mom came in earlier and yelled at me"

"What's it have to do with my scholarship?"

"...You can't go anymore"

"Why not?" You ask, the inflection in your voice becoming more stern.

Fuckshit looks back up at the other boys, then back to you. "Uhm, you're paralyzed from the waist down. Doctors said you probably won't walk again"

Your eyes widen as you stare at him in silence, thinking this was some sort of prank to make you not as mad at him for the accident, you're unable to believe him. He watches as you try to move your legs to a criss-cross position, but they remain straight underneath the blue blanket covering you. You look back up at him, feeling an overwhelming sense of anger building in your chest.

"What the fuck?"

He's silent, staring down at his shoes. "I'm sorry"

"You're sorry? You're sorry? You're fucking kidding me! You are a fucking asshole! You selfish piece of shit, I fucking hate you!" You yell, your voice becoming louder and louder as you shout at him. "You fucking selfish asshole! You stole my dream from me, and you think 'I'm sorry' is gonna help you? You can't fix a broken body with a shit, half-assed apology. It's about time you learned that"

Ray holds Stevie a little close, seeing his uneasiness in the hospital and while you were screaming at Fuckshit.

After a moment, the blonde begins to fight back, and once he gets a sentence or two out of just degrading you and blaming you, Ray pulls him back. Fourthgrade hugs you, letting you cry into his shoulder while the two teens talk in the hallway. Ruben and Stevie sit on the other side of you, doing their best to try and comfort you.

"What the fuck? What the hell?" You quickly sputter, digging your fingers into Fourthgrade's arms to try and sense some sort of reality to make sure this wasn't some sick dream.

Eventually, you calmed down a bit, and the scrawny boy decides to cheer you up a bit, as you'd ask, with the little movie he'd been making the past couple of months. He inserted the VHS into the player under the TV, and watched your expression go from teary-eyed to a light smile.

Ray and Fuckshit walk back in, looking like the typical mother and child who just got scolded duo. Fuckshit stands awkwardly at your side, halfway hiding behind Fourthgrade in case you regain motion in your legs and tried to pounce on him.

Ray begins, watching Ruben replay the VHS on the TV for you. "Fuckshit has something to tell you" He glares over at the blonde, taking notice of Stevie turning the volume down some so you could converse.

You look up at him, unable to really hold eye contact for long.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I got wasted and didn't want to listen to you, and I crossed a major line not letting you out the car and shit... I don't have an excuse for saying all that shit to you a minute ago, but it's not how I really feel, I was... I was just trying to win, I guess" He shrugs, pulling at the ends of his curls a bit. "I know you're never gonna forgive me for fuckin', I don't wanna say mutilate..., like, ruining your life, and that's fine. I just wanna see you happy and succeed and overcome this, and I'm so sorry for taking your dream away, and I am selfish for that-"

"Just get out" You mumble, quickly shutting him up. "Please" You look back down at your fidgeting fingers, resting in your lap. "I need to process shit, okay,? Fuck, I don't wanna worry about this right now"

He nods, stuffing his hands in his pockets before leaving with his head hung low.

[ordinaryschmuck]

*Sighs*...Okay, yeah, Wish really IS bad

And I didn't want to go in thinking that. I went in with the most optimistic view possible. Because with EVERYONE treating this movie as the worst thing possible, a POX upon the house of mouse itself, I went in thinking that there's no WAY it's THAT bad. So when I finally watched, I decided...I was right. It's NOT that bad. But...Well...Let's get into it.

This is the part where I'd say "Positives First," to show off what worked before picking apart what didn't. Except that, aside from a few little moments and easter eggs that made me go, "Aw, that's cute," I'm coming up EMPTY. Every single thing--And I do mean EVERY SINGLE THING in this movie, from the animation, songs, characters, story, themes, ideas, and even EXECUTIONS...is ALMOST good. Every single aspect of this film ALMOST worked. The pieces are there and I can see just how this film could have been the masterpiece that was a CENTURY in the making. The problem is that there's ONE THING holding it back: Not enough time. And I don't just mean that the movie should have been longer. No, I mean that this movie needed another YEAR of production to tighten up EVERYTHING. Why's that? Well, let's go in order of the things I mentioned.

The animation is clearly trying to go for this mixed-medium style that movies like Puss in Boots: The Last Wish or Spider-Verse popularized. Those movies mixed hand-drawn animation with 3D models, making storybook illustrations or comic book art feel ALIVE. That's sort of Wish is going for. I hear people say that Disney's 100 year celebration should have been completely hand drawn to call back to their early years, but I tend to disagree. I think Disney making a movie that's mixed-medium is a better way to honor its one hundred years, taking the animation that made Disney huge and mixing it with modern CGI as a way to make it feel like a celebration of the old AND new. EXCEPT that it doesn't really look good, aside from certain screenshots. There are SOME still images where if you paused the movie at the right time you can get something that looks like a 2D image with CG touch-ups. For the rest of the movie, it looks like a modern CGI Disney film with a storybook filter slapped on it. It doesn't look TOO BAD when your eyes get used to it, but it doesn't stop the movie from feeling like it ALMOST hit the right mark. The only times it REALLY works is with Star.

Wha--No. No, not that one. That's the wrong Disney character named Star.

There he is. There's my little guy.

But look at him. He's a 3D character with hand-drawn touch-ups that really makes him feel like a 2D character brought to life. If the whole movie looked like HIM, then it would have been a revolutionary achievement for Disney. But it doesn't. Instead, it feels like a missed opportunity that would have worked better if they had more time to animate this film instead of leaving their animators scattered to the winds to make half-assed sequels or forcing out one to two projects every year.

There should have also been more attention given to the songs because...Oh my gosh, they're bad. They SOUND nice, I love the instrumentals and the POWER these people put into the vocals. "This Wish" and its reprise successfully gives me chills through how well they're sang and how epic the instruments make them. But the LYRICS...are messy. When you sit down and actually LISTEN to what's sung, it all just...BLEH. That's the best way I can describe it, I'm sorry! It's BLEH!

Why would a king in a fairytale kingdom in the distant past sing, "You're sure you're not the prob?"

"Throwing caution into every warning sign" doesn't come across as a person freeing herself from her insane king's vague warnings but ADHERING to them.

The way that Asha and King Magnifico sing about protecting wishes makes it sound like they're singing to EACH OTHER.

And "You're A Star." OH BOY! The song that's meant to explain how these animals can magically talk is just filled with allegories and allusions that think they explain EVERYTHING only to explain NOTHING. It's just vague nonsense that, again, SOUNDS nice, but offers no real substance. On its own, I guess I can get into it, but to tell a story, it falls apart. Because that's the difference when it comes to writing a regular song and writing a musical: You're not just making a good song, you're telling a story through MUSIC. Wish's soundtrack is one that's filled with catchy songs, but not ones that properly move the story forward. Not to mention how they're so jarringly out of character in cases like "This is the Thanks I Get." When Disney released the soundtrack, that was my favorite song because I felt like it perfectly fit this smug, egotistical prick who thought he was the best person alive. Turns out that's not what Wish was going for...Not entirely.

Magnifico feels like he's meant to be a mix between Gaston and Maleficent. A character that has a huge ego and loves himself more than anything, but has an incredible amount of power to make himself a threat. If done right, a villain like that could stand up to be with some of Disney's best. And, yeah, like everything else in this movie, he ALMOST works. When he's finally a villain, he's campy and over the top, making him entertaining...But notice how I said "When he's finally a villain." That's because Magnifico doesn't really become what he's meant to be until halfway through the movie. He starts off as a King with good intentions but paranoid ideals that doesn't make him evil, it makes him feel like a guy who needed evidence to prove that other magic isn't a threat. By the time he finally acts more like a Disney villain, it was such a jarring left turn that his sudden switch-up made me feel like it was somehow a nightmare sequence from Asha. He's NOTHING like the guy he starts out as, and it's not a natural change that flows well throughout the film. That's mainly because the story has a pacing problem worse than any movie I've seen. If King Magnifico's path to the dark side was slow and gradual, showing signs of his worst qualities first and make them more apparent as the film goes on, he would have worked INCREDIBLY. Instead, it comes across as his villainy was activated like someone flipped a switch in his brain that says, "Be evil now." It's the absolute REVERSE of a bad redemption story, mixed with a lazy explanation that it was dark magic that made him more corrupt when he should have been evil since minute one. And you want to know the worst part? He's probably the best character in this.

Asha...isn't bad. She's your standard quirky nice girl protagonist that Disney just LOVES to use, especially lately. It's just that Asha doesn't have that "Gets stuff done" attitude like Moana or Mulan, nor does she have the infectious charm like Maribel or Anna. Asha, instead, is a lot like her breakout song: Nice and enjoyably, but doesn't stand out from the biggest hits. As for her animal sidekick Valentino...He's not annoying, but he's not funny either. Honestly, his comedy peaked when it was revealed that this cute baby goat sounded like Clayface from that Harley Quinn cartoon. A joke, by the way, that got spoiled by the trailers, so it's not really AS funny in the movie. Honestly, Asha's SEVEN FRIENDS are funnier at times. Speaking of, those characters are very clearly meant to be the Seven Dwarfs. And it is VERY distracting because not only does it feel like only two or three of them are necessary to the plot, but they're the ONLY major reference that the movie shines a light on when it comes to Disney's history.

Would I have wanted this entire movie to be nothing but references of past Disney movies? Of course not. That's not how movies work. But Wish seems to have this problem where it doesn't really COMMIT to honoring Disney's legacy. The most it does is give the Seven Dwarfs human OCs, make them supporting characters, and throws in tiny little easter eggs here and there. Again, some of them are cute, but it's not enough. The same goes for when Wish tries to honor some of the tropes and cliches that Disney popularized. It's an animated musical with talking animals, a campy villain, an objectively pretty protagonist, and goofy sidekicks. But it takes more than ADDING that stuff to your movie in order to honor them. You need to look at what made those tropes and cliches work in the first place and make something that calls back to those classic films while still having something new to say. And Wish almost--ALMOST--has something new to say.

With everything surrounding King Magnifico and how he got more power with people's wishes, I almost thought Wish was going to be a film that called out modern Disney. At least, modern CORPORATE Disney, a company that takes ideas and thoughts created by dozens of talented people, twists them into something unrecognizable, and refuses to give those ideas back when choosing to do NOTHING with this great idea leaves them free of competition. And to stop something evil like that, you must make something of your own and work hard to make your idea yours instead of letting someone more powerful take it from you. I thought that would have been a GREAT message...But of course DISNEY wouldn't want a movie calling them OUT for their one hundred year victory lap. So, instead, we have a message that tries to get the same idea across, but in a simplified way where the wishes are taken LITERALLY and that the only way to get what you want is to wish hard enough for it. That is...NOT the message I want kids to learn from this as it often leads to bad expectations. If this movie tried an ironically anti-Disney message in ANY OTHER year, it would have a better chance of getting away with it. But for a hundred year celebration, there was no chance in hell.

Wish is NOT Disney's worst movie, but it's nowhere near the best. I love SO MANY of the ideas and what it TRIES to do, but there's a difference between good ideas and good executions. It was ALMOST good, but Wish was not the movie anybody was really wishing for...

[hl-obsessed]

Snippet

from my fic for @1dalphalouisfest

[it's not checked and contains mentions of violence]

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"But then suddenly Louis stops and doesn't follow anymore. Zayn hears when they lose his steps behind them.

He smoothly passes Harry to Niall and turns back to look at Louis.

"What wrong?"

His eyes go over Louis, looking for any signs of physical hurt. He doesn't find any and focuses back on listening to their surroundings. There're just birds and wind, and no other steps behind them.

"Louis, what's wrong?"

Louis just shakes his head, he doesn't even looks up.

"You should go. Take Harry and hide him. Get the fuck away from here."

Zayn doesn't believe the words he's hearing. Louis for sure doesn't mean what Zayn thinks he do. Not after everything that just happened, what they have went through.

"What the fuck are you saying?"

"They not gonna focus on Harry if i'll be here."

Zayn laughs, sharp and bitterly. They're all tired, all high on adrenaline and all they tried to do for the last twenty-four hours was to find a way out of here, and now Louis wants to stay back?

"You lost your mind if you think I'll ever leave you here alone."

Finally Louis looks back at him. He's eyes round and big and pleading.

"Zayn," he tries, like he's trying to make him understand whatever fucked up reason he came up with to justify that idea, like he's trying to say 'you know that's the only way.' All Zayn knows that this is the only way they cannot take.

"Don't Zayn me, now. I've seen what they did to you," he tries to keep his composure, but he finches anyway remembering what they have went through before. Memories of pain flash in Louis mind, and he can see them mirrored in Zayn's eyes. Broken ribs and nose, mouth full of blood. He couldn't breath. It was Zayn who get him out, who dragged him half conscious through the woods for hours before they could find any help. "I'll be damed if I ever allow that again. You're coming with us."

Zayn gaze is hard and unyielding. Louis knows physical violence isn't Zayn's way of doing things, not unless there are other options, but right now he looks like he's ready to knock Louis up and drag his ass forcefully with them if he doesn't stop being stubborn and stupid.

"Get your ass on the truck, Tommo." Liam chips in. "Don't make me throw you over my shoulder."

Louis doesn't know how much Liam knows, how much Zayn have told him. But looking into his eyes, his always happy, brown, sparkling, puppy eyes, so dimmed and sad now, he thinks that Liam knows enough.

"You don't understand," Louis tries again. "I'm not playing martyr, I wouldn't. I'm trying to do this for Harry. To protect him."

"Only thing you need to do right now is to be with him. You can't protect him being away, not now. He needs you."

"But he's never gonna be-"

"Stop fighting with him, for fuck sake."

New voice joining the conversation startle both Louis and Zayn almost shirtless.

"Oli," Louis sighs relieved seeing his old friend, but then whimpers phateticaly when Oli smacks him in the head. "Ow, what was that for?"

"For being stupid, that's what for. Zayn's fucking right and you know that. Don't let your guilt cloud you judgment."

Grateful nod from Zayn is as loud applause as Oli can get. They never really got on well. Always silently fighting for place beside Louis.

"You have to go, all of you," Oli continues. "Troy's gonna flip out when he finds out. It's not safe for any of you to stay behind. I'll try to buy you some time." (...)

"Go to the elder. She'll help you."

Oli nods sharp, quick.

"Don't worry about me, I know my way around. But you - you be safe."

Louis take a few steps back, pulls Oli in tight hug.

"Thank you."

Oli holds him back, but only for second.

"Go, go. And don't look back. Never look back."

***

gonna share part 2 soon - Harry talking with Zayn

[kumezyzo]

would you ever write some smut with bf!sapnap but it’s like pureee dirty talk from him that would be so hot

i will... and this is it right here... its just headcannons with very detailed descriptions....

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

bf!sapnap is the type of person to just lay in bed with you, knowing you're both horny and just talk about what you want to do to each other. it comes so naturally to you two at this point that it's like talking about what you want for dinner.

"can i fuck you?" he asked you, completely throwing you off guard. you were just laying with your head on his chest. you hadn't been on your phone either, just listening to whatever he was looking at on his own phone.

"right now?" you asked, lifting your head off his chest and looking up at him. he nodded, bringing his hand up your thigh and to your ass, lightly kneading your skin. "what brought this on?"

"was thinking about how nice your ass looks right now," he said simply, giving your ass a nice slap. "and then i was thinking about how good it looks when I'm fucking you from behind."

"you're such a perv," you said. but your actions contradicting your words. you brought your thigh up over his middle. "you always thinking about fucking me?"

"mhm," he humed as he leaned in to place a peck on your lips. "always thinking about that fat ass and pretty pussy."

"oh, do you?" you asked with a smirk, pecking his lips again. "you think about how wet you get me?"

"yeah, and how you let me fuck you so silly," he pecked your lips. "how your pussy tastes so sweet."

"aww, you think about eating me out?" you asked. he nodded, rubbing his nose against yours. "you get hard just thinking about fucking me?"

"mhm," he hummed, grabbing a handful of your ass. "always peaches."

bf!sapnap texts you that he's horny when you're not in the same house. he actually has to call you eventually because texting is too much.

"you need me?" you asked him strangely.

"yeah, i need you," he said through the phone. "i was watching some of our videos..."

"oh," you said, trailing off. your memories from those videos were limited. but the gist was always the same. "and what's so special about them? they get you all turned on?"

he sighs desperately on the other end, "yeah, they do babe. your pussy looks so wet in them."

"hmm," you take a deep breath at the idea of seeing yourself like that. desperate. "you want me to come see you? maybe make some more of those?"

bf!sapnap who will be fucking you and whispering in your ear how he thinks its amazing how good you feel. how good you make him feel.

"fuck, youre gonna make me cum," he whispered into your ear, the warm ear sending shivers down your spine. "it's just too good, peach."

bf!sapnap who isnt afraid to get vocal when it comes to fucking you.

sorry its so short. im a bit busy and deadass forgot i had this half written. -nony

[halfagone]

Alright cool, I just wanted to see if you knew enough for this upcoming prompt idea. This can take place in whatever marvel universe you’re most comfortable writing, but basically the prompt is that the avengers witness Danny lifting Thor’s hammer and the resulting shenanigans that occur. What do you think?

Oh I loooooove stories that have the most unexpected of people lifting Thor's Hammer. I am a sucker for "Peter Parker is Worthy" fics UwU

But let me see what I can do here~

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It had been a joke, a PR stunt more like it. Come meet the Avengers, get an autograph and maybe a picture, and see if you're worthy to lift Thor's hammer.

It had sounded good in theory. Great even! Some of the other Avengers had been reluctant to the other, but once security had been cleared for the event, more had agreed. They agreed on what they could and couldn't talk about, what they were and weren't comfortable doing with fans, and planned accordingly. A job well done, if Tony did say so himself.

It had actually been Clint's idea to do the hammer lift in a separate room. At first Tony had thought that was kind of a mood killer. After all, half the fun was the crowd's anticipation as each person came to the stand. But Clint had pointed out how things could go sideways if it came out that a civilian could lift Mjöllnir. Thor seemed confident that the chances were rather low- the likelihood that someone worthy coming to this event were rather abysmal, after all- but had agreed to the compromise in the end.

I may have to give Clint a pay raise for this, Tony thought dazedly.

Everything had been going so well. The gang was all happy, the fans were happy, Tony could practically already hear Ross grinding his teeth at all the positive attention.

When another teenager walked into the room, Tony hadn't thought anything of it. He was one of the last few stragglers for the event, so most of the Avengers had lingered in this room, happy to hang out as they waited. They'd joked and laughed, even tried to wrap the kid into it. The teen- Danny- was a smart-aleck like the best of them; Tony was never going to let him and Harley meet if he could help it.

As Danny came up to the podium, they cheered him on just like everyone else. Tony himself had leaned back against a table and smiled serenely, feeling confident in the results. It was probably a good thing he hadn't reached for that can of soda because Danny lifted up the hammer without breaking a sweat.

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"What the actual fuck?" Sam muttered, squinting at the kid as if that would suddenly fix the whole clusterfuck of a situation.

"Oh that's a lot lighter than I thought it'd be," Danny commented thoughtfully, gingerly shifting his grip so that he could pose. Wait, no- that wasn't posing. Danny was testing his stance to practice throwing.

"The weight of responsibility won't be," Steve said quietly to himself, gaze hooded and emotions indiscernible.

That didn't stop Tony from turning to the man in pure indignation. "I do not need the commentary from you right now, Capsicle." Steve honest to god rolled his eyes at Tony's remark. They didn't get to bicker about it any more (and no, not like an old married couple! Honestly Lang could take his commentary with his stupid ass out the door!) because Thor approached the boy with a solemn expression.

"I see you are a worthy lad," Thor announced to the room. Danny stared at him with a blank expression. He didn't seem super awed in Thor's presence- hadn't for any of the heroes really- but he still listened with rapt attention. "Those who are worthy carry a heavy load upon their shoulders. With the ability to wield Mjöllnir comes to the ability to rule over Asgard-"

"I'm good, thanks," Danny cut in before Thor could finish with his speech.

"What," Rhodey deadpanned, looking just as surprised as everyone else.

Tony's brain hadn't even got the chance to reboot completely yet and he felt like he'd need another right now.

"I've got better things to do, no offense," Danny replied with a blithe shrug of his shoulders. "I mean, I'm sure it's a great honor. But like... I have finals in a couple weeks? I can barely be trusted with my own sleep schedule, I don't think you want me ruling an entire realm."

"I- Well," Thor tried to recompose himself. He was failing miserably.

"What kind of kid doesn't like being worthy?" Tony scoffed in confusion. When in doubt, be an asshole. That had been Tony's motto for years now and he might be trying to do better, yes, but that didn't make him any less of a bastard.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Natasha giving him a look.

"It's just a lot of responsibility is all. What kind of kid wants that?" Danny shot back in return, innocently cocking his head to the side.

It was honestly kinda endearing.

Tony wanted to violently shake him by the shoulders.

"You're not wrong," Steve remarked with a chuckle, clapping Danny on the shoulder. "Good job, Danny. Very impressive." The kid brightened up, shining so bright that Tony had to squint.

"Can I throw it?" Danny asked excitedly, as he turned sharply back to Thor.

The Asgardian just looked amused at this point, chuckling boisterously. "Why, be my guest." He swept a hand towards a nearby target.

"Whoa, nothing expensive please!" Tony shouted just as Danny threw the hammer with stupidly impressive accuracy. It nailed a nearby post spot on, taking off a cardboard head. Thankfully it was only the Hulk and Bruce wasn't here right now.

Danny stretched his hand and sure enough, the hammer came barreling back. Barreling was a good term to use too, seeing as Danny just about got mowed over when he wasn't prepared for the weight this time around.

While Thor tried to help his new favorite human, Tony was just trying not to tear his hair out.

He was too old for this shit.