#and that we werent just using him to get a ride around (we werent!!!! i genuinely did want to hang out bc he was sweet)

[isa-ah]

when uve laid in bed waiting to fall asleep so long u realize ur twenty minutes into an imaginary diatribe to apologize to an old coworker thru ur steam friends list that u haven't spoken to in 8 years over a single vaguely faux paus interaction you had that youve never forgotten

[i-cant-sing]

Time Traveller AU pt3

Part 1 is here. Part 2 is here. Part 4 is here. Find the AU masterlist here! Check out my MASTERLIST here.

"This is so unnecessary" you whispered to the man sitting behind you. "Everyone's staring." Your eyes scanned over the mass of people in town, as your horse passed through.

You thought you would get your own horse, but Baldwin had other plans apparently, as he just picked you up from your armpits and plopped you in front of him on his horse.

You could feel him smiling from ear to ear. "I think they're just in awe of your beauty. I would suggest getting used to the stares, now."

You rolled your eyes. "Dont flatter me. I know how I look, besides- I was referring to us sharing a horse. Its unnecessary and its why everyones looking at us."

"I think its unnecessary to get another horse for you. You dont know how to ride them, and believe me when I tell you- these horses are wild. I dont want you to get hurt when they kick you off." He teased.

You scoffed. Alright, maybe you werent an equestrian, but how hard would it be to ride a horse anyways? Didnt Baldwin learn to ride one when his right arm was paralysed and he had to do with his thighs mostly to control the horse?

"Still, I couldve gotten a carriage. Or better yet walked? Maybe even ride a horse with someone else-" You quieted down as you felt a pair of lips peck behind your ear.

"Dont even think about it. Why would I let anyone touch you, be this close to my princess-" his arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back closer to him. "Wouldnt you prefer your soon-to-be-husband to help you instead?" He whispered as his hand slowly found its way to rest on your belly, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Heat rose to your cheeks as you pulled his hand away and smacked it when it tried to touch your waist again. "Behave, Baldwin." You admonished with a smile as people looked at you. You dont want to create a scene (especially not one where history would report some lady smacking King Baldwin).

You getting flustered and angry only made him chuckle, as he leaned down to give the back of your head a kiss.

Enough with the PDA already. Arent medieval times supposed to be more conservative?

Ugh. Your lips formed into a thin line. Maybe he'll back off when you reach Salauddin and he sees how other Muslims act.

With some entourage accompanying you guys, you travelled away from the kingdom for almost an hour or so until you crossed that one sand dune beyond which Salauddin and his people were camping.

Before reaching the dessert, you had asked Baldwin if he had something that you could cover yourself up with. You want to adhere to the customs and not accidentally piss off one of the greatest Muslim rulers. Sure, you could've worn something more concealing before leaving the castle, but neither of you wanted people to know that you two were going to meet Salauddin.

Baldwin nodded and in one swift motion, he had removed his cloak and wrapped it around you, bringing the hood over you.

"But- what about you?" you looked back at him with wide eyes. People didnt just wear full length clothes back then just because of modesty, but also to protect their skin from sun damage.

He smiled. "I'll be fine, princess." No, you wont. And you're not risking yet another historical change by having the king of Jerusalem getting skin cancer.

Immediately, you tore off the bottom of your tunic and made a keffiyeh (a headdress) which covered both his head and his face. "There, now we can go."

From the keffiyeh, only his eyes were visible, which crinkled up. "Did you cover me up because you dont want women staring at me in awe?"

"What? Of course not. You just recovered from leprosy. Your skin would be sensitive to the harsh sun and heat of the desert-" He cut you off by laughing lightly.

"Whatever you say, princess. Whatever you say."

As you neared the camps, you saw men dressed in battle armour coming out of the tents, and you from the way he walked, the way he dressed, even his mere presence could make you recognise Salauddin from a mile away.

The horse stopped and Baldwin got down first before helping you down. You followed him as he walked towards Salauddin, who was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. An erie silence settled all around you, the sound of air whooshing being the only thing audible for a few moments. Salauddin stared into Baldwin, while men from both sides glared at each other, one hand on their swords, ready to fight.

"Salam alaikum." Baldwin spoke first.

Peace be upon you.

You heart dropped for a second when Salauddin didnt reply back immediately. With your hood covering your face, you couldnt exactly see his expressions, only resorting to his body language and sounds to anticipate his mood.

Salauddin's lip quirked up. "Walaikum asalaam." He opened his arms and both men embraced each other for a few moments and you could feel the tension around you finally melting away as men from both sides finally started conversing with each other normally now that their kings were talking amicably.

Salauddin patted his back and raised a brow at you. "Who taught you the keffiyeh to cover that sore face of yours?" Baldwin chuckled. "My fiancee- Y/n, princess come here will you?" You walked closer to Baldwin. "This is Y/n, and we're both here today to invite you to our wedding. Darling, say hi, will you?"

You gulped. "Assalamu alaikum".

Salauddin's ears perked up. "Walaikum asalam. That was perfect pronunciation. Have you been taught by Arab scholars?"

"About that..." Baldwin chuckled nervously. "Y/n, why dont you go there with the ladies? They seem pretty eager to meet you." Salauddin nodded his head and a couple of women, all wearing burqas approached you. "This is princess Y/n. Take good care of her." Salauddin told them as they took you to their tent, where only women remained.

Meanwhile, Salauddin let Baldwin in to his tent.

"So, whats the secret?" Salauddin asked as he sat down, beckoning Baldwin to do the same.

He took a deep breath. "Y/n is... a Muslim."

Salauddin blinked at him. "What?"

"She's Muslim." He repeated. "So could you just tell me about the Islamic wedding ceremony? Nikkah, right?"

Salauddin stared at him. "Are you joking?"

"No."

"You cant marry her, Baldwin."

"Why not?"

"Because she's a Muslim and you're Catholic!"

"So? I havent seen it stop Muslims from marrying non muslims."

"No- only muslim men can marry non muslim women. It doesnt work the other way around."

"Salauddin, thats sexist."

"Its not sexist- nevermind, I cant help you understand it. But no, you cant marry a Muslim woman."

"What if... shes not Muslim?" Salauddin gave him a puzzled look. "I... believe Y/n may be using religion as an excuse not to marry me."

"If she doesnt want to marry you, why do you wanna marry her?"

"She does want to marry me, she's just... confused. Look, Salauddin. She cured me- CURED leprosy. This doesnt happend to anyone. She- she has something holy about her. How else do you explain this miracle?"

"So what? You think God and what- Jesus? chose this girl for you? That they gave her healing hands to cure your disease? You think shes of divinity?"

Baldwin smiled softly. "I do." Salauddin rolled his eyes. "Youre infatuated with her, Baldwin. Its temporary. She performed some magic, or tricks and you think she's divine? Do not make a fool of yourself."

"Then explain how I suddenly got well, Salauddin. Youve travelled the world, you sent me your best Arab healers, you believe in sciences- explain to me how I was cured of my incurable disease."

Salauddin gazed at the young king. "Let me guess, she claimed that she's been sent by Almighty God to cure the King and save Jerusalem, and in return, you must marry her or give her your throne to fulfil some prophecy?"

Baldwin chuckled, leaning back against the ottoman a bit. "Actually, she's been denying that she did anything to help me, she keeps on making excuses to marry me, she avoids my affection- and if I'm being honest, attention." Salauddin's eyes furrowed a bit. What game are you playing?

"Maybe... Black magic?" Salauddin is well aware of witchcraft, its been mentioned by his religion too.

Baldwin shrugged. "She's far too angelic to be associated with that. I'm sure there would be prominent signs if she was involved in any sort of magic or witchcraft."

Salauddin was about to reply but just then, his guards came running in.

"Salauddin! There's a sandstorm coming!" Immeadiately both kings sprung up.

"Tie up the animals! Tell everyone to get in and take cover!" Salauddin barked orders at his men.

The women in your tent were immediately informed of the situation and they quickly started taking measures, with the men outside helping to nail down the tent and gathering the baby animals and children, bringing them inside the tent.

You got up to leave and go to Baldwin, but the women pushed you back down, telling you its not safe to leave.

"The storm is here! You can't leave now!" Well, alright then. You plopped back down on your seat, when you heard someone cry out loud and your eyes immeadiately saw the liquid on the floor.

Of course it was the pregnant lady.

The woman had went into labour and everyone rushed to help her. Everyone but you. Nuh uh, youre not meddling in this time, lest anyone else accuses you of having magic healing hands.

Another harrowing scream pierced through the room, with the harsh winds threatening to blow away the tent adding on to the tension.

Maybe I could just stand near them, just to make sure they are using proper hygiene. Or actually just to see how midwifes worked in the past. Yes, its for science.

You stood near the midwifes, out of their work field because you dont want to be an obstacle. Of course, you may have had caught the sight of the poor woman and her... vagina, which youre ashamed to say has made you sick to your stomach because child birth is not a beautiful phenomenon and fuck this shit youre never having babies.

After almost an hour, the baby was finally out. The stench of sweat and blood and the nightmarish sights you'd caught glimpses of had made you want to throw up when suddenly the enviorment turned gloomy. And it hit you.

The baby wasnt crying.

The mother who was previously crying from labour, was now crying due to a different kind of pain.

You felt for her, you truly did. Carrying a child for 9 months, making sure to take every precaution, not to mention the constant prayers for a healthy baby (and for some, specifically a boy) otherwise the mother would be blamed.

The midwife put the dead baby in the bassinet beside you before tending back to the grieving mother, who was still bleeding from down there.

"Poor Fatima." You heard one of the women whisper to her friend. "To wait for 8 years before she finally conceived... only for her child to die before he could even take his first breath."

Your heart broke as you heard them, the woman sobbed inconsolably. You turned your head to look at the baby in the bassinet and subconsciously, you wondered what went wrong.

Doesnt look like he was choked by the umbilical cord... and he doesnt look cyanotic either, so he probably wasnt dead inside the womb. Your eyes widened. Maybe-!

Your hands went to pick up the baby before halting mid air. No. No. I cant interfere- I cant mess with history more than I already have. I cant save a child who was destined to die-

Your head whipped to the woman who let out a shrill, devastating cry, begging God to let her son live.

Fuck it. You picked up the baby. Maybe this baby was destined to live.

Immeadiately you checked for breathing before putting the baby on a table nearby and placed two fingers on the left side of his chest, starting compressions.

"1. 2. 3-" you muttered under your breath, trying to recall what was drilled into your head when you were attending first aid classes. Pinching the baby's nostrils, you breathed into his mouth, eyes watching as his chest rise and drop. You repeated the compression set 2 more times when the baby finally took a huge breath and began crying.

Picking up the baby, you ran towards the bucket of water and started cleaning the baby's head and face off the mix of blood and amniotic fluid, while massaging his back and his feet to encourage him to breathe on his own.

After a few minutes, you turned around to cover the baby with a cloth swaddling him up nicely and thats when you finally looked around you.

Everyone was staring at you in shock, the sound of the baby crying echoing the silence.

Shit. You rocked the baby gently as you handed him to his mother, who also looked at you in shock with tear streaks on her cheeks. I hope... they didnt see me do CPR.

Yes, damage control. Thats what you need to do. You cleared your throat. "Um- yes, Allah has blessed you with a beautiful son. Lets be grateful to Him." And the women slowly began talking again and agreeing, some saying that they'll go give sadaqah (charity to please God) while others were going to go pray.

When you turned around, you saw Baldwin and Salauddin standing at the entrance of the tent, the former having a beaming smile while the latter looked in surprise.

Maybe it was the stench of sweat and blood in the room, maybe it was emotional situation you went through (high key nauseating), or maybe it was the mix of amniotic fluid and blood on your mouth from when you saved the baby, but the next moment, you lost consciousness.

-

When you woke up, you noticed you were in a different, much bigger tent. Rubbing your eyes, you sat up with a groan.

"You're finally awake." You looked up to see Salauddin sitting at his desk in the other corner-

Salauddin? Your hands went to draw your hood over your face but you realised your (or well, Baldwin's) cloak had been replaced with a cotton niqaab that veiled your entire face except for your eyes.

Standing up, you looked in his direction. "Where's Baldwin?"

You heard him chuckle darkly. "He left."

"He left?" You heard him walk over to you, and instinctively you took a step back, narrowing your eyes at his audacity.

He towered over you, face neutral as he looked down at you. His hand gestured to his right, where a chess set was placed on a table.

"Do you play?" He asked, eyes never leaving yours.

Hesitantly, you nodded. He sat down, beckoning you to do the same.

"Ladies first." He let you start the game. "I should tell you though- if you wish to leave out of this place alive, you'll have to win."

What the shit? Is this some sort of psychological game? Or is this actually happening? I mean, people in the medieval times were crazy. Just because he's muslim shouldnt excuse him from insanity.

You picked up the white pawn. "Where is Baldwin?"

"I told you, he's gone." He moved his black pawn. "He sold you to me."

You looked up at him. What? "Focus on the game. You do not wish to know what will your fate be if you were to lose this game." You immediately picked up your bishop and moved it.

Salauddin clicked his tongue as he took your bishop. You moved your pawn again. "Why- why would he sell me? I'm his fiancee." You asked, your eyes never leaving the board. You're playing for your life here.

"Well, when we saw you use black magic to save that baby- oh, I took your other pawn too, mhm-" He smiled as he looked at your furrowed brows. "And then I told him that you cant be a muslim if you were using black magic."

"Black magic? When did I use it?!" you asked exasperatedly as you lost your knight.

"We saw you muttering something when you were "saving" that child." Muttering? When was I muttering? "One of the ladies even said they heard you whisper some repetitive words to a tune too."

Repetitive words-? You wanted to bang your head against concrete when you realised he was referring to you doing compressions to the rhythm of Stayin Alive by the BeeGees. This one is not your fault because the instructor taught you guys that.

"I was not doing black magic. Even so, who are you to decide if I am a Muslim or not?" You moved your other knight.

"I am Salauddin Ayubi-"

"So?" Salauddin looked at you.

So? So? No one has ever dared to ask him questions.

"Your real name is Yusuf. Salauddin is just a laqab, hm?" Your eyes never left the board as you made your move. "Do you think you're above me? Above Baldwin? Above anyone?" You didnt let him answer as you gestured at him to continue the game. "I dont recall you being a prophet. I dont remember you being a caliph even. So, Salauddin tell me what gives you the right to judge if I'm a muslim or not?" You asked as you took his pawn.

Salauddin narrowed his eyes at you, making his bishop take another pawn of yours. You didnt let it deter you as you practically snatched the same bishop of his with your rook. "Just because youre a muslim, you think you have the right to judge me?"

He scoffed at your words, making his move but you took yet another black pawn. "I am a Muslim. I was born in a Muslim family-"

"Exactly." You took more of his black pawns as he took your white ones. The board was mostly empty now. "You were born in a Muslim family. Do you honestly believe your Lord is happy with you because you were born in the right family? Is that the essence of what being a Muslim is?" Salauddin now looked at you but you didnt let your eyes stray away from the chess board. "Are you a Muslim because you were born in a Muslim family? Or were you born in a Muslim family because Allah knew you wouldnt find your way if you werent? If you were born in a catholic family, youd be a catholic? Lets say you are a Muslim, how do you know youre a good enough Muslim who can judge me? How do you know Allah will let you in heaven when youre on Earth declaring so and so is doing magic and isnt a muslim? Only Allah can judge us, not you Salauddin Ayubi." You stated calmly as you made your final move. "Thats checkmate."

You finally looked at him, your eyes holding satisfaction at his distressed face, though he masked it well.

How you wished to reveal to him that he was playing against a grandmaster whose parents made her take chess as a hobby since she was 6 because they believed it would make her smart and get into good colleges (it did. Thanks mom and dad.)

"Salauddin, we can play chess all you want but dont lie to me. You know I wasnt doing magic, and you know that I know that Baldwin wouldnt just leave me behind. So please, tell me, where is Baldwin?" Before he could reply, you continued. "Remember, lying is a sin."

At this, his eyes finally showed amusement. "He's outside, helping the women sew a niqaab for you. He wants to embroidery a flower in or something." You rolled your eyes at that. Of course, leave it to Baldwin to do cute romantic stuff.

Salauddin leaned back in his chair as he studied you. "So, how did you bring the baby back to life?"

"I prayed to Allah." He quirked a brow at you. "I also cleared his nostrils. They were plugged with fluid, so he didnt know or couldnt breathe with his lungs. Then I just warmed up his body a bit and he was crying- the baby was never dead. You know that no one can be saved from Azrael if Allah has written for that person to die."

Angel of death.

He gave you a nod, though his eyes watched you curiously. "How were you so sure that I knew you were a Muslim?"

You shrugged. "I just did." Why wouldnt you know when he was playing chess with you to check your psychology? Not to mention, he allowed you to be covered with a niqaab even when you were unconscious and let you stay in his tent? If he even doubted that you were a non muslim, you more than likely wouldve been treated far badly.

Salauddin chuckled. Of course, youd keep your secrets. "Then you know that as a Muslim woman, you cannot marry anyone of another faith."

"I dont plan on marrying Baldwin." You scoffed. "I already rejected him and have tried to sway his mind, but hes set on his decision. I think he actually believes that Im an angel or something divine."

He quirked a brow at you. "So he's forcing you to marry him?"

"I wouldnt say force- well, actually I would say that. But he doesnt treat me badly or anything. He's very sweet, even when I avoid him."

Salauddin clicked his tongue. "I could help you." You looked at him. "You are a Muslim, a part of the ummah. I could-"

"No. If youre suggesting starting a war, no." "Well, not a war, youre not that important." Damn. He grinned at your offended eyes. "I meant, I could send some people to sneak you out or-"

"No, if Baldwin finds out youre involved in any way in my escape he would-" you cant risk an extra crusade happening because of a damsel in distress, aka you. It would put the fate of Jerusalem at risk as well as the fate of the Ayyubid dynasty.

Wait. Ayyubid dynasty. They ruled over Egypt, Syria, Palestine, Yemen and so on. But Egypt was the learning center of the Islamic world during this time because they focused on arts and education which meant they hosted the world's greatest scholars there.

"Salauddin, can you get me to Egypt?" The king of Egypt, or sultan of Egypt looked at you quizzically. "I can, but why? Do you have family there?"

"What? No, I'm not running away to Egypt. Look, I just-" you cant explain to him about your escape plan that you were going to use the help of scholars to help you make the tools which you can use to fix your broken time machine. So, you lie. "You're someone who enjoys learning, right? I know you like history and sufism, and I would just love to get to know more about it."

With his head resting on his palm, he studied you. You intrigued him, and although he sensed you had ulterior motives, he agreed. "I cant take you there personally because I am busy here, but I could send you there with some trusted men." You smiled under your veil. This is exactly what you want. And almost as if he could sense your glee, he continued. "Your madly-in-love fiance wont send you alone, or at all."

"Let me worry about Baldwin, and he'll agree because I'm not running away. I'll work on my escape another way in which no one has to die." You said, finally standing up and walking out of the tent to find Baldwin who was sitting with the other veiled women, his eyes focused on the needlework.

"Baldwin." You called out with your hands behind your back as you walked upto him.

He looked up and his eyes practically sparkled at the sight of you. "Princess!" He stood up and immediately went to hug you but you stopped him before he could, nodding your head at onlookers. "Oh right, sorry." He smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, ears turning pink as the women giggled.

He then picked up the niqaab he'd been working on, the blue cloth matched the color of his eyes. "Look, I made that flower." There was embroidery done on the sleeves. And of course, amongst the mass of tiny, delicate pink and white flowers, Baldwin made the biggest, slightly wonky flower.

It brought a smile to your lips. Gosh, he's such a-

You shake your head. No. No. You cant.

"Its beautiful, Baldwin. Thank you." He grinned at your praise, nodding his head as he folded it up. Still holding the embroidered niqaab in his hand, he walked over to Salauddin and shook his head. "We should get going now. Thank you for hospitality, Salauddin." The Kurdish nodded. "Of course. You're always welcome. And if you have any more questions about our traditions and rituals, dont hesitate to reach out to me. Although your wife to be seems quite knowledgeable on the subject herself." Your eyes widened every so slightly. Did Salauddin- did he just acknowledge that you're not as dumb as he thought you were.

Baldwin smiled before leading you towards his horse, helping you get on it.

Salauddin watched as your entourage left, and his mouth twitched.

You have piqued my interest, Y/n. He called his right hand man.

"We still have spies in Baldwin's castle, right?" The man confirmed. "Excellent. Have them find out all they can about lady Y/n. And prepare a small entourage ready to go to Egypt."

"Wont we be staying here, sultan?" The man asked, confused as to why Salauddin would be leaving Jerusalem this early.

"We will, but I will make a short trip in between."

Of course, Salauddin cant just let you go to Egypt alone. The sultan will have to make proper arrangements to welcome you there.

And to find out what you're really there for.

He returned to his tent, his eyes landing on the chess board. Walking upto it, he looked at how you had defeated him.

Salauddin smirked, using his finger to knock down the white king.

It'll be fun to make Baldwin jealous.

Part 4 is here!

[georgeclarkesgf]

a request for maybe some george smut after he comes back from the useless hotline tour that we werent able to go on ?? so like he hasnt seen us in a while

the second george steps into his bedroom, he drops his bags and heads for the shower. he knows you're on your way over, having been waiting by your phone all day for him to let you know he's back. so when your phone dinged, you were already halfway out the door, tripping over your own feet trying to get there as soon as possible.

conveniently, you live about a ten-minute walk away, meaning you're used to seeing george every day. the two weeks he and max had been on tour were difficult, but you tried to make the best out of the situation and would call each other whenever you could.

a few minutes after he had got in the shower, you're at the flat taking the familiar path to his room. your heart pounds in anticipation as you undress quickly after closing the door, glad you'll finally be with him again.

the warm air surrounds you when you step inside the bathroom and lazily drag your eyes over his body. he's standing under the water, eyes closed and head thrown back, making you think of the more sinful times you'd seen him in this position.

"hi george." you say, a smile breaking out on his face when he sees you.

"hi darling. come here." he replies, arms outstretched toward you.

you step into the shower, letting him pull you into him as you wrap your arms around his neck. his arms tighten around you and you close your eyes, water cascading over you both. a comfortable silence sets in and several minutes pass before either of you speak.

"wish you could've come with us, you have no idea how much i missed you. i even struggled to fall asleep." george admits, his cheeks turning slightly red at the confession.

"really?" you raise your eyebrows at him to which he nods, "i missed you too. had to cuddle the teddy you got me instead. wasn't the same."

your hands untangle from his hair and cup his jaw, connecting your lips in a kiss. as the water continues to flow, the kiss grows more passionate. george's hands travel further down, one landing on your ass and squeezing it, the other pressed flat against your lower back to pull you closer to him.

"george," you don't mean for it to come out so breathless, but when his lips detach from yours to trail kisses down your neck, you can't help it, "you've literally just stepped through the door."

"mhm. but, i also currently have my sexy, loving, amazing girlfriend, who i've missed so much, naked in my shower. so, i don't understand the issue." he counters, making you giggle.

two fingers make their way between your legs and start toying with your clit before sliding into you, the sudden stretch causing your knees to buckle. you can feel his cock against your thigh, so you begin pumping him at the same pace he's fingering you, steadily building up your orgasm.

he curls his fingers, repeatedly hitting that spot inside you and your orgasm washes over you within minutes, hands scratching at his back. your eyes squeeze shut and you clench around his fingers, moans filling the room while you ride out your high.

"fuck, baby." you pant, trying to catch your breath.

a proud smirk is plastered on george's face, "you good?"

"so good. your turn."

you go to drop to your knees to return the favour, but he's quick to stop you and shake his head. when a pout appears on your lips, he kisses it away.

"as amazing as that would be, i need to be inside you, like now." he pleads and grips your hips, moving you until your back is pressed against the shower wall.

contradicting his words, he slowly drags his cock through your folds, letting the tip bump your clit a few times. but you're impatient, so you replace his hand with yours and align him with your entrance, jaw dropping as he pushes in.

"fuck, you feel so good, shit." he groans, hands on your hips keeping you steady while he fucks up into you.

he starts off slow, letting you adjust, but as your moans and whimpers grow more desperate, so do his thrusts. the only two words leaving your mouth are 'fuck' and 'george', his ego growing and determination to make you cum doubling.

a particularly harsh thrust has you crying out, holding onto him tighter. the sound of skin slapping echoes around the bathroom, more than likely being heard over the water that's still running.

"you close darling, yea? you gonna cum?" he leans down, connecting your lips once again, not giving you time to respond.

the knot in your stomach is dangerously close to snapping and he knows, one of his hands leaving your hips to rub tight circles on your clit.

"please george." you whimper, clenching around him so tight he swears his brain short circuits.

"cum for me."

a whine escapes your lips and you throw your head back, letting your second orgasm take over your body. his rhythm falters as you cum around him, raking your nails up his back until they're digging into his shoulders.

george's head drops to your shoulder, thrusting into you a few times before pulling out, spilling over your thighs with a moan. both of your chests are heaving while you try to even out your breathing and he places multiple kisses to your shoulder and neck.

"well, that was quite the welcome home." george chuckles, "might leave more often if that's what i get when i come back."

"don't you dare."

--------

a low whistle comes from behind george as he enters the kitchen. you're curled up in his bed, having had a proper shower after his 'welcome home', and he's gone to grab you some water in just a pair of joggers, not realising bright red scratch marks are all over his back.

"take it y/n is here then?" chris chuckles, eyeing george from the sofa.

"uh, yea? how'd you know?" he furrows his brows in confusion since there's no sign of your things in the kitchen or living room.

before chris can answer, arthur hill walks in, eyes widening when he notices the marks too.

"damn george, what the hell happened to you?"

"y/n." chris replies, not taking his eyes off the tv.

"ah, right." arthur nods in understanding with a smirk on his face.

deciding to ignore their comments, george walks back to his room, being met with your horrified expression when he turns around.

"george! did you actually go to the kitchen like that?" you groan and he nods, confused, "there's marks all over your back. it's so obvious we've just fucked."

well, that explains it.

a/n not proofread sorry <33 hope you enjoyed!

[baocean]

piss off your parents

chapter twenty - love hurts

the rest of your friends had gone to sleep hours ago. it was past midnight. the swing moved gently, creaking in time with the breeze. the outer bank's night was thick with summer heat, but the kind that wrapped around you instead of smothering. insects sung in the grass somewhere beyond the porch.

you pulled your knees to your chest and rested your chin on them. jj sat beside you, legs stretched out, a half-empty beer can cradled loosely in one hand.

there was still music humming from the speaker that hung from a tree branch out in the yard. 'love hurts' was playing, a song you fought and fought jj to play.

between the two of you, there had been about three glasses of wine and a six pack of beer downed.

it was your first time being more than tipsy, and boy, were you loving it.

you're already laughing from something jj said earlier, and he grins, clearly loving the attention.

“okay, wait,” he says, holding up a hand. “have i told you about the time me and john b tried to build our own rollercoaster?”

you raised your eyebrows, already smiling. “oh, this is gonna be good.”

“we were, like, ten. maybe nine. and we had this great idea that if we tied enough skateboard wheels to a wooden sled, we could ride it down john’s driveway and do, like, a loop. we had a blueprint, it was drawn in sidewalk chalk and made absolutely zero sense. the loop was just a milk crate ramp and a pile of soggy mulch we were supposed to land in.”

you're already crying from laughter, again. “oh jj, no."

“listen. we wore bike helmets and used swim goggles for safety, so it was basically an osha-approved operation.”

“anyway. i went first, obviously, because i was the brave one, and the sled immediately fell apart. like, wheels just detached, gone. i flew straight into a prickle bush. john b panicked and called 911, but he got scared halfway through and hung up.”

you're doubled over laughing, not even from the story, more from the hand gestures and stupid faces jj kept making.

you were laughing so hard your head fell onto his shoulder without thinking. but touching you had become all too comfortable to jj.

the past week, he'd been lacing your fingers together, wrapping an arm around your waist or shoulder, even daring to leave a kiss in your hair when rafe was glaring at the two of you during a trip to the market.

you and jj had been fake dating for three days short of a month, and it was getting dangerously easy.

for a moment, all that matters is the sound of your laughter, unrestrained, raw, loud, and how it fills the space between you, warm and unfiltered, like the soft glow of the moonlight illuminating you.

once you've lifted your head from him, you say it, through the last of your giggles, “i don’t think i’ve ever laughed with anyone as much as i laugh with you.”

and just like that, jj wasnt laughing anymore.

he glanced over at you. the words hit him slow and warm, like they took a second to sink in. you werent looking at him. you're just staring at the sky, still kind of smiling, like you didn’t even realize you said something so important, something that shifted whatever was happening between the two of you.

“yeah?” he says, quieter.

you hum in response, still completely lost in the stars. “mhm.”

he swallowed. he doesn’t say what he’s really thinking—that wasn’t just funny. that was happy. you make him happy.

instead, he nudged your ankle with his foot and says, “you should probably give me credit for being this hilarious. it’s a gift.”

you groaned, it made him laugh. but, you were smiling again- and it solidified the fact jj would sit with you on this stupid, uncomfortable swing that kie insisted they have, and laugh with you forever.

his phone

liked by 300 people!

jjmaybank: @ynstjohn fan page

ynstjohn: ok never take candid photos of me again i hate you

↳ jjmaybank: you take that back right now

↳ ynstjohn: 😄😄💓💓

sarahcam: shut up omfg

sarahcam: this is the best and only thing ive liked on your page

↳ jjmaybank: youre a hater

↳ sarahcam: proudly

johnbroutledge: 🥲🥲

kiaracarrera: this is so cute i love you two

cleo anderson: why dont you do this for me @/popeheyward

↳ popeheyward: im posting one rn my apologies my queen

↳ jjmaybank: look at me setting the standard

liked by 500 people!

ynstjohn: my person

sarahcam: YALLLLLLLL

jjmaybank: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 u my person me ur person

↳ ynstjohn: okay caveman

↳ jjmaybank: ur so mean to me

johnbroutledge: 😣😣😣 i can’t take this anymore my heart is exploding

kelcee: alright i give in yall are cute

↳ ynstjohn: thank you! i knew you would come around!

janeylowens: cute!!!

↳ ynstjohn: :))

popeheyward: ok now marriage

kiaracarrera: STFU i’m obsessed

her phone

masterlist | next chapter

note from the author - hi besties! im gonna be busy for the next few days, but im gonna try to plan boys like you/the blue tide and update piss off your parents the best i can, have patience!!

taglist - @dr3amgrlll / @murdockcastleslut / @jjmaybankmylovee / @smokahontas-113 / @abslvrs13 / @enchantedstarfish / @reeseswirl / @lmaowhatt / @moonywhisp3rs / @dylsdaily / @idli-dosa / @bloodofadoll / @cokewithcameron / @mariamadison6-blog / @rrosiitas / @always-reading / @sunflouer04 / @bambigirl10 / @mirellef2001 / @wasiasproject / @bee-43 / @kissesandmartinis / @gublerstylesobrien1238 / @isinpfortvdmen / @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account / @mjwashere / @sideboobrry11 / @ameliacione13 / @wrtzia / @sanriobuny / @dramagodesss / @luvrclub / @yesshewrites1 / @ayy1234567

[zeropro]

What are your thoughts on transformers prime and transformers one?

TL:DR I liked both! TFP was my first Transformers show that I watched all the way through and TF1 was a lot of fun! Opinions on Starscream under the break pfpfpfpfpfpf

Prime was literally my first Transformers experience (Okay that's not true, I did see the first Bay movie when it came out but lets not talk about that). It's really good! My favorite character was Ratchet, I loved that he's just a tired, grumpy, racist old man and he's a doctor. Knock Out was the best thing to come out of TFP and he really should be in more stuff. Really would have loved a fourth season but it wouldn't have been the same without the children around. I liked what we got!

Prime has an excellent Starscream, Steve Blume does an amazing performance with both his deep conniving gravel and his high pitched terrified sputtering. So much character in his animation too, especially in later seasons, and an incredibly compelling character arc. Prime Starscream is not a good person, but I would burn the world for him, and I like the small moments in the show that hint at something in his character that could be turned to good, but circumstance always works against him in that regard. He's just so pathetic, but also competent and dangerous, all the best qualities of a Starscream and a very unique design!

Transformers One was quite good, I was worried because of the trailers but I was surprised by how well executed it all was. None of the characters were annoying, and making Optimus Prime originally one of the oppressed class alongside Megatron was a good move. The scene where Orion gives Dee the sticker is so cute, I simply cannot. The ending felt a bit rushed but what can you do, it wasnt so bad that it's a problem for me.

I would have loved just a little more Starscream in the movie! Like, I knew he wasn't really gonna be in the movie much so i was prepared for it to be little more than a glorified cameo, but I loved a lot of what we did get and I feel like it was missing just a little bit more! Like, the whole High Guard turned rogue backstory he has is great, implies some honor to his character since he didnt keep serving Sentinal when the guy turned Cybertron over to the Quintissance. I think it's hilarious that Starscream is so much older than Megatron. Like, they gave us a lot of food to make headcanons out of, but then the rushed ending kind of left me with no real reason given for him and the rest of the High Guard to go with Megatron without a fight. Like, I think the reason given was that, because Megatron beat him up that one time, and then killed Sentinal, and since the High Guard became a might makes right society and hates Sentinal, I guess thats why they are loyal to him now. And I guess the one line where Starscream is like "all hail megatron" is supposed to indicate he's 100% behind Megatron now and not just a spur of the moment thing. And I guess them following his command to destroy the city is why theyre being banished. But like...idk, every other plot point was well established and properly played out, and the whole decepticons thing just didnt really feel like enough, and i kind of feel like it should have been more clearly communicated considering its an entire one side of a two sided war? I feel like we werent shown the high guard doing anything egregiously bad besides attacking people because megatron told them to.

Like, there's nothing in the movie to suggest that Starscream and the High Guard arent still loyal to the Primes. So when Orion comes back as a prime, like a proper prime, with the matrix and everything, which everyone knows will make the energon flow again, I'm surprised Starscream didnt at least try to make excuses or worm his way into avoiding banishment? My headcanon is he wanted to kill Sentinal as bad as Megatron and so when Megatron finally does what he failed to do for 50 cycles, he's like aite im ride or die for this guy. Maybe 50 cycles of living in the wilderness doing nothing but scout and pit fight all day changes a guy and they dont wanna live in a society anymore. Why dont they accept Optimus as the new prime? They helped him and Elita save their friends, and unlike Sentinal Optimus has the actual Matrix this time. Idk mang. Woulda liked a bit more.

Transformers One, not my favorite design for Starscream. The head vents going wide at the bottom look weird to me, and his legs are so long and flat.

Thems my opinions!

[yunppeo]

was it so casual to you?

pairing: choi yeonjun x reader.

warnings: none…? its a bit suggestive but youll live, uhh, angst angst

word count: 1.0k :p

NOW PLAYING: casual by chappell roan🎵

a casual night out for you consists of being with yeonjun.

someone you dont want to keep seeing but you always find yourself driving over to his place, sometimes even in the car with him as he picked u up.

and here u are, strapping your bra back on in the backseat of his car.

his hands remaining on your body, not going anywhere. you were used to his warm touch, but sometimes it felt different. like today, something felt.. off.

he seems to take note of your odd expression and spoke up.

“whats up..?” he sits up, getting closer to your face as he tucks your hair behind your ear.

“nothing.” he stares into your eyes for a moment, as if he knows youre lying.

“okay.” he kisses your cheek. normally this would make u happy, you would smile brightly but after finding out what hes been saying… you werent so happy anymore.

you bit your lip to contain yourself from saying anything else.

it was quiet the ride back to the dorms, you both felt the awkwardness albeit still didnt speak up. the only noise you found comfort in was the rain. you looked out the window admiring the falling rain.

he stops in front of your dorm building. you dreaded the idea of walking into your dorm after hanging out with him, knowing your roommate will be disappointed.

all of your friends have told you how much he was a bad guy. you didnt listen.

you clear your throat and open the car door, hesitating to look at him. “ill see you later.”

he wanted to tell you something but you had already closed the door and gone to walk inside.

“y/n.” your roommate greets you as you walk into your dorm and lay against the closed door.

“i hate myself for letting this drag on for so long.” your voice starts to quiver as tears start to fall. you slid down the door as hugged your legs.

your roommate immediately goes to comfort you.

“its hard being casual.”

your roommate pats your back, hugs you, does anything to comfort you. she makes you stand up and sit on the bed. she wipes your tears before going to her phone to text all of your other friends.

“im convinced he put you under a spell or something.” she laughs awkwardly trying to lighten the mood.

you stay quiet before the door slams open.

“y/n. are you okay? did he say thing to hurt you? ill set his dorm on fire i dont care.” your friend, hanni, immediately goes up to you.

“im fine, hanni.”

“thats bs girl.” she sighs as she examines you as if you were sick. “its gonna be okay.”

“y/n, i know youre gonna hate me for saying this but you need to talk to him.” danielle chines in, she looks at you with empathy.

“ill think about it.”

-

“y/n!” yeonjun calls out. its been a week since u last saw him. you ignored him hoping he would take the hint.

he didnt.

he ran and stood in front of you to stop you from walking. “you havent been answering my texts.. or calls.. are you ignoring me..?”

you sigh, trying to look for a way out of this conversation.

“lets talk about it later.”

“talk about what?” there was silence. “y/n?..”

“later, yeonjun.” you walk off, looking at people whispering about your interaction with yeonjun just now.

-

as you were walking to your dorm you noticed him standing right infront of your door. you wished you could have turned around and left. but you knew you couldnt avoid this any longer.

“y/n!” his face lights up a bit. making your heart clench.

you dont reply and just open the door to your dorm. you knew your roommates werent going to be there for anytime soon. it was the perfect time.. to talk.

you silently invited him in and he obliged.

the moment he closed the door, his hands went straight to your waist, leaving kisses on your neck.

“no, yeonjun.” you politely shove him off you.

“whats up with you!?”

“whats up with me?! me?!?” you scoff stare at him, shaking your head.

“you said no attachment, yeonjun. why are we doing this?” you look him in the eye, waiting for a response.

“y/n.. i..”

“what, yeonjun? am i not ‘just a girl you bang on your couch’? hm?” his eyebrows furrow. he didnt know you had found out about the things he was saying.

“say something, yeonjun.”

“im sorry.”

“thats all you have to say?” you scoff. taking deep breaths. “after you told me ‘we’re not together.’ what were we then? friends with benefits? what?”

he stayed there silent. he didnt know what to say.

“i hate you, yeonjun.”

“y/n wait.. hear me out.”

“no?! why should i? you kept acting like we were dating, but then you go on dates with other girls? kissing them, buying them gifts…”

he licks his lips. he had been caught.

“we’ve been doing this for how long, yeonjun..? ive met your family.. your friends.. all for nothing.”

“but i do like you, y/n..”

“clearly not enough.”

there was more slience.

“was it so casual to you..?”

“it wasnt! no trust me, y/n.”

“stop lying, yeonjun. i know everything.” you finally had enough of him.

“just go, yeonjun. dont ever contact me ever again. i dont want to see you ever again. get out.”

“wait y/n please.” he pleads.

“get out.” tears start flowing, yeonjun felt the need to hold you close to comfort you but he knew you wouldnt want that. from him atleast.

he took one last good look at you. taking in all your beautiful features. before walking out never speaking to u ever again.

it was.

[mukbangg]

Billy and an ex-outlaw reader who has a bit of ptsd? If you’re still in the market for prompts :)

Omg I have so many of yalls prompts writings in progress....trynna write between school and work. Nonnie, iiiii dk if this is written right might make part 2.

(Me writing during work: you write porn w the same hands you serve coffee ?)

Jesse and his boys were old acquaintances of yours.

Though you never did ride with them, you've crossed paths with their lot quite a few times. What started out as a rivalry had turned into more like friendly competition before you had earned their respect by saving their asses more times you can count.

But when your crimes had caught up to you, resulting in much bloodshed involving your family back at home well...you werent eager to get back in business.

Fact is, you've left your past behind and settled down a little way off a lone town, behind a beautiful spread of a meadow.

A cozy barn, small and snug.

Just like your momma had always wanted.

So when a familiar group of cowboys come trotting through the meadow....let's say you werent all that pleased.

"Jesse,"

You tip your hat at the blonde astride his horse.

"Boys,"

"Well, look who's alive,"

He laughed, swinging off his horse and sweeping you into a crushing hug. You softened with a sigh, patting him on the back.

When you'd decided to settle, he'd kicked up such a fuss, mad that you decided to leave in your prime.

You were like the gang's little sister, or maybe an annoying cousin that swings by every now and then.

"Here lemme introduce you to-"

"Billy,"

You were suddenly aware of the towering fella who had emerged abruptly from the group. Dark curls peeking out from his hat, broad shoulders and a rugged air to him, he was a handsome one. But what takes the cake was his piercing blue eyes, fixed unwaveringly on you.

It would be intimidating if not for how subtly they raked over your body.

"Eyes up here cowboy,"

You mutter to the man lowly, gripping his outstretched hand in a firm shake.

"Replaced me so soon, jesse?"

You turn back to the blonde, raising a brow at him.

"Well doll, Billy heres quite the gunslinger, maybe even better than ya,"

You swat playfully at his chest, a round of laughter rising from the group. Jesse chuckles, before he shrugs, kicking at the ground. You know that look.

"So my boys and I need to lay low for awhile and well..."

He raised his brows at you, a sliver of a sheepish smile on his lips.

"Hell no, jesse, you know I'm out,"

You huffed, shaking your head firmly. Annoyance rises like a whip in your chest, you alway were quick to temper.

"You know that, after what happened...."

"Aw c'mon, just a couple o' weeks? We promise we wont bring you no trouble, we'll even help out-"

You held up a finger, trying hard to maintain your stern facade.

"I cant risk it, such a large group of men, oh I swear to god-"

"Using the lord's name in vain-"

Jesse attempted at a joke before swallowing his words when met with your burning scowl. His group stirs uneasily behind him.

"Just a week?"

Billy's voice rang out. He steps forward, blue eyes pleading as a warm smile crack over his lips. You sighed, ready to turn down his offer.

"Towns people talk, what if they see y-"

"We'll do chores, we'll earn our keep, surely you can use the rest, miss? It's a big place to take care of,"

Now that, was tempting. Your barns not huge but you're only one person, and the day passes quick when you busy about with the chores. And to add on, a group of men you trust does put your worries at ease.

Living away from town always had the threat of robberies and whatnot, especially for a lone girl like yourself. You've hidden pistols everywhere in the house, one slung around your hip, though you're never sure if you'd be able to pull the trigger on someone when it comes down to it...

What a joke, you used to be one of the most feared outlaw with an aim as true as the sky is blue.

Now you cant even stand the sound of your door slamming.

"Fine,"

You finally relented, clicking your tongue with a jerk of your head to allow the group to flood into your house.

They cheered and hollered, Jesse and slapping Billy on the back before heading in.

"G'job butterin' her up Billy boy!"

"Y'better believe I'll be working the lot of you to your bones!"

You huffed after him, before turning back to Billy.

"And you! I swear t'God if any of yall give me trouble I'm coming for you first!"

He leans close, tipping his hat at you with a smirk on his stupidly handsome face.

"Your wish is my command, pretty,"

Billy brushes past, leaving you all flustered and red in the cheeks , with a looming dread that you've got more than a few rowdy cowboys to worry about.

What did your momma used to say?

Butterflies in your damn stomach.

(Haiii I'm lowkey bad at story stuff might make a part 2...? If yall want? Gimme some ideas what you wanna see in part 2 if you want)

[trxstiezz]

Hey! Can I request a fluff with Bill and a fem!reader, they're both famous and the story takes place in 2008, please ? (Abt the plot : it's their first date and they're a bit scared abt being caught etc...) Bye bye 💞

Bill Kaulitz 🎤

First date ❣️

Hii!! Tysm for requesting this hope you like it 🫶🏼 xx a bit short but i hope u enjoyy!!

Bill x fem!reader

Fluff!

You were currently looking in the mirror at your outfit, hoping it looked good enough to impress bill, you had met one night at a party where his band mates and him were at and you eventually started talking all night long.

You both had alot in common and got along great, which was why he had asked you out on a date hoping to get to know you better, and you accepted.

You sighed thinking it was good enough as you looked at the time, “shit..” you said grabbing a long brown coat, putting it on and heading to the car your assistant set up for you.

It wasnt anything nice which was perfect, seeing as you didnt want paparazzi ruining your date.

You got in the backseat as the driver closed the door for you, saying thank you and quickly got in himself, driving away to the restaurant.

Once you arrived you thanked the driver and went in, looking around seeing if youd spot bill anywhere.

Once you scanned the room you spotted him and walked over with a smile on your face. “Hello there stranger.” You said jokingly.

“Hi! You made it finally, you look so gorgeous!” He said, standing up and giving you a quick hug. You chuckled and hugged him back with a slight blush on your face, sitting down.

“Thanks you look really good too.” You said a bit shy, he chuckled and nodded saying thank you with a big smile on his face.

“Was your ride here okay?” he said looking around, you nodded. “Yes it was pretty good, i think we should be okay, how about yours?” You said resting your arms on the table also looking around.

“It was good! I sent my brother around so paparazzi could follow him instead so they couldnt crash our date but hey you can never be too careful right?” He said chuckling softly.

“No yeah, i get it i mean if someone notices you they almost immediately notify the press or something.” You said chuckling, “but lets try to not let them ruin this alright?” You told him, smiling hoping to get him to relax a bit.

He nodded as you two talked until you ordered your food and drinks, still continuing to talk even while you received your meals.

You chuckled, “thats sweet bill” You said as he nodded, laughing as well, “i was about 12 i just wanted to do something nice for my cousin, so you know i dressed as santa claus.” He said with a slight tint of pink on his cheeks.

You giggled, “its cute!” you said smiling. Once you finished eating, you had both went on and on talking about so many things, such as your career’s, how they both took off and most things alot of people didnt know. It was nice to talk to someone and you had already felt a connection with him.

You were a bit nervous as the thought of the paparazzi catching you guys together crossed your mind. Bill noticed this and placed his hand on yours, “hey dont worry, whatever happens happens, ya know it wont matter what anyone says. Its our business and no one elses.” He said with a reassuring smile.

You smiled back and thought how cute he sounded, “you’re right. Thanks bill that made me feel much better!” You said blushing a bit, no one that you have gone out with had said anything like that to you, they would usually just ignore you after and never talk to you again, some would brag and share things that werent true just for the fame.

“Wanna get out of here?” You said grinning, “i know a quiet place where the paparazzi or just anyone wouldnt be able to find us.”

He nodded, “sure, thatd be great!” You smiled and left a tip on the table as you both walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand.

You did look around a bit out of habit of not wanting to get caught, but you felt okay as you had just spent the most amazing evening with the most amazing boy you have ever met.

You both were okay that day, not getting caught thankfully but by your fourth date you had been caught, but you both were okay with it because you had hung out alot and became very close, eventually admitting eachothers feelings for the other.

Even if you had your worries, as did he you both made it work out and thats all that mattered.

[trahoalai]

zodiac war lgbt hcs and ship opinions but only for the characters I like

the twins:

I don't give a fawkkkkk about these two their back to back episodes were so hard to get through 🧎🧎🧎 I don't ship them I don't ship anyone with them

rip though they would have loved bullying little kids on roblox

the rat:

he's like fifteen, hates the warriors for being evil and his classmates for being happy. orientation aside he's too cynical to wanna date ppl. he'd have a burner account to stalk couples on social media and pray on their downfall. but no group chat to talk shit with 💔💔💔

the tiger:

tbh her and ox feel kinda forced.....I like it when it's one-sided lol

she's the type to like. casually toss out the phrase "my girlfriend/girlfriends" and ur like ?????? pls be gay pls be gay 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

once I saw ship art of her and boar like omg :0 thats so real I just feel like they would be so fun together. it's easier to get under boar's skin. like bother ox all u want he's not gonna respond to it

the sheep:

he's got a wife and kids and grandkids idfk man leave him alone

the monkey:

luv her :D I wish she werent depicted as motherly all the time just bc she's nice and cares for the rat and can bake. like her line of work is sm more important to her than a domestic life with her white bread boyfriend!!!!!!!

she's bi, I think I've read like one fanfic of her and rabbit that was pretty endearing. other than that I have been a boar and monkey truther literally since I was eleven reading the first chapter of the manga btw plssss don't let ur eleven year old kid read/watch this

the dog:

I hate this motherfucker Im sorrryyyyy I'll get to the characters I like in a second. I was pretty shocked to find out I'm like his only hater though, then again the fanbase consists of like four ppl lmao

he's like the embodiment of those wolf drawings where they're riding motorbikes and tearing off shirts. "side effects may include death, death, and horrifically violent death 😈" ← grown ass man

the chicken:

her and dog are a stretch for me 😬 their "pact" was so tense like they were both just playing nice while waiting for an opportunity to exploit and betray each other. they're more like.........annoying siblings that are always at each other's throats 👍 and I feel like she uses she/they

she reminds me of charlotte and lime from witch's heart. n those two are so gay. I thought chicken's death and devotion to monkey who she had just met was pretty sad. n gay

this diva:

everytime I see like a maneater, boycrazy type girl character I assume it's bc she's in denial about her attraction to women. ik she would be pissedddd if she caught feelings for monkey or tiger

there was this one fic with her and horse too which I thought made a lot of sense like it's more obvious with him but they both kinda have low self esteem and push their feelings aside to achieve what they want. boar doesn't have much of an identity outside of seeking validation from her parents and romantic partners. and I have many thoughts about why horse is Like That ☝️🤓 they see each other 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

the ox:

ppl that ship boar and ox, tbh I see the vision. they would make a good power couple

I don't like the ox that much -_- I see his appeal but it's not for me. too mysterious. even after reading the light novel I feel like I can't follow his line of thinking, he feels so removed from the rest of the characters. they hype him up soooo much and he's just like 🗡️🧍‍♂️

he's like everybody's wife I've seen him shipped with so many ppl

m y man my man my mannnnnnnn 💖💞🥰💗💕💓💓:

srry had a little moment of weakness there ✌️ anyways. what if this horse was transgender :0 the alienation (never stated but we can all see how awkward he is around ppl right) the shitty teenage years and how he doesn't "ever want to feel that way again" and then in the novel his body after all his procedures and bs training is seen as a point of pride. I could have sworn there was something about how he was like. almost religiously devoted??

tumblr keeps not saving the rest they don't want me to speak my truth </3 see his whole thing was about how he lost one fight and that can never happen again.....why. boar and chicken have some pretty rigid expectations for themselves bc of their upbringings. but the horse is willingly putting himself through this and for what lmao

doesn't make him a better fighter 😃 he acknowledges that ox is the best but never tries to emulate him. maybe bc ox is seen as a natural 🤨 and yeah I do think he has a lil crush. unreciprocated bc it's ox

he doesn't care about what others think so where did his desire to be like this come from. I feel like he's building himself with rlly skewed ideas of how to be a man. "men are not weak" "men do not lose" "men don't show feelings or vulnerability" does any of this make sense

lucky it doesn't work :> or unlucky ig rip king we (I) miss u everyday 🕊️

ox and horse is an okay ship it makes a lot of sense. personally I'm rooting for horse to overcome his fears and successfully beat ox up also I can't think of the two of them without that ferdinand audio thats like "see this 😘 is the beautiful horses side. and that 🤢 is the stinky bull side. beautiful horses stay here 👇 and u ugly beasts stays over there 🫵‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ don't even think about coming to our side ✨"

the rabbit:

I like him and boar :> the first battle was pretty good I feel like its overlooked bc ppl forget. idk the way she was humoring him and sized him up, they play off each other pretty well. some of the ship content feels ooc though </3 these are two incredibly violent characters

even without the outfit, rabbit is so gnc idk I thought I would have more to say about that but he just is

[tojiscrack]

'i love seeing you in my inbox, it’s soo 😋💞'

omg when's our wedding?? i am down for dual citizenship

'DON’T KNOCK IT TILL YOU TRY IT 😭'

I HAVE TRIED IT... I HAD IT IN LONDON QUEEN....

'one thing about white english ppl is that their full english breakfast is so good'

ummmmmm..... shore..... desi breakfast on top but whatever u say queen

'omg no 😟 we’re the same age 😋 i turned 18 in october'

omg i'm a month older than u... how scandalous LMAO

'just do it on ur own atp'

i might as well tbh

'‘cause i’m gonna have to mention their major exams at several points in the story 😭 just expect a note at the top going ‘yeah i’m still so lost with the US grading system, don’t expect accuracy, enjoy!’'

GIRL LITERALLY JUST HMU! I AM A RED WHITE AND BLUE AMERICAN I GOTCHUUUUUU ANY QUESTIONS U HAVE LITERALLY JUST ASK ME

'literally same. i’ve seen so many ppl say it tastes like soap and i’m just so lost?'

LOWK I THINK THATS BC PPL HAVE THE CILANTRO SOAP GENE....

i have that gene too but i dont get it w that buldak bc mine is lowk mild asf

'but unpopular opinion, i don’t really like shin ramen'

...how could u betray me like this...

i just had some like an hour ago (mixed in an egg yolk and everything)

'and i didn’t like the ending 😐'

LMFAO IT GETS WORSE

look at this text he sent me

flirty asf? while he has a gf? sus vibes

btw context was that he sent me a emo ass reel ab jjk and i said that

i'm gonna kill him in his sleep (for legal reasons this is a joke)

now when you ask me why i still text him, i will say, i do not have an answer.

we don't like text text tho

we just like send each other reels and react bc i'm one of the few jjk liking friends he has

oh also, the other day, he referenced how he used to drive me everywhere when we were talking and i almost punched myself in the throat

bc i stopped asking him to drive me places literally like the day i found out he was still talking to his ex gf

WAIT LET ME GIVE U THIS STORYTIME BC I'M 80% SURE I DIDNT TELL U IT YET

so basically, it was one of those days that he was driving me around (to get drinks) and my friends insisted on coming with (he was only lightly annoyed). one of them is a guy so he sat in the front w my ex situationship (lets call him shitbag) and me and my other friend were sitting in the back.

and shitbag gives me his phone so i can do aux bc he promised to listen to this song i had been talking ab the night before. and when he gives me his phone and i'm stalking his private playlists, i see that shitbag has spotify blends w his ex gf. but generally, he had like 3 playlists total (ONE OF THOSE DAMN PLAYLISTS IS JUST SONGS I TOLD HIM TO PUT ON IT), so i wasn't sure how old this blend was. but then as i'm typing in the song name, he gets two texts from his ex gf literally saying where she was at that exact moment.

and then i just play the song and give him his phone back in like relative silence for the rest of the car ride, just talking to my friends.

also, something i should mention, shitbag has liked me FOR YEARS. like in between getting back w his ex (all three times), he has liked me. (we also 'dated' in 6th grade LMFAOOOOOO) even when we werent as close of friends as we were during our situationship. i even accidentally went on a date with him last year. (i asked him to get me a drink while he was going out for lunch and he told me to just come with him and he ended up paying for my drink (it was like 8 bucks) and not even getting something for himself and insisted on trying it so we indirectly kissed).

i have a lot to say about this situation lowk

'okay, so listen carefully, ‘cause us girls as a community can not, will not, and will NEVER lose another girly to the ugly m*le gender again… doesn’t matter how well he treated you in that moment, if he spoke to his ex during ur situationship, he never treated you well. he was treating himself instead 🤨 and i mean that in the nicest way possible!'

unfortunately you may be right (but i unfortunately love red flags and job security and he's commited to one of the best schools in the country 💔)

'YOU DODGED A BULLET THO 😭 LIKE THIS SHOWED YOU HIS TRUE COLOURS, LIKE IF THAT’S HOW HE BEHAVES IN ANY SCENARIO, HE’S NOT WORTH ANY GIRL’S (WITH SELF RESPECT) TIME 😟'

LMAO U RIGHT U RIGHT

'leave him it in 2024 😋'

I'M TRYINGGGGGGG

'i mean i entered tt and saw everyone going back to the 2020 anime pfps and ofc i had to join innnn 😫'

STOP OMG I SAW THAT TOOOOOOOO! i want to join in but my main tiktok is followed by too many irls for me to do it...

'i’m feeling homesick for 2020, and any time i check the date and it says we’re FIVE years past that, i wanna throw up 🤧'

STOP SAME. I WAS AT MY HAPPIEST THEN LMAO

'and that is literally NOT A PROBLEM AT ALL. in fact, i encourage it, and i look forward to it 😇🫶🏽'

lets kiss pls

'I’VE ALSO SEEN SO MANY TUMBLR USERS EXPLAINING THEIR USERS THE SAME WAY YOU DID HAHAA'

LMFAOOO ITS A VERY COMMON WAY TO FIND A USERNAME! also. question for u, ml. when ur username says 'tojiscrack' do u mean like toji being funny, toji's c0c@ine, or toji's asscrack. this is a very important question that needs to be answered.

'today i got a late christmas present from my friend’s mum (fuzzy socks and a set of makeup brushes)'

AWWW YAY! i love fuzzy socks lowk.

'sorry this was responded to quite late seoups!'

POOKIE DON'T WORRRRYYY

also call me kay pookie bear

also i love going to the library it's so fun

ALSO SITUATIONSHIPS ARE TERRIBLE I DONT RECCOMEND THEM AT ALL. HOLY SHIT.

BYE POOKIE BEAR

wait while i was ending this, he texted me again (i responded to him saying 'as if' and then he said 'give me the deets and ill be there' and then i said 'not after this')

see now the context for THIS was that i invited him and like 4 other guys to my bday party, 2/4 said they couldn't go. one guy from my hr said he could and so did my neighbor and and then shitbag couldn't go because he was taking his ACT like 8 hours away LMAO

okay actually bye this time

‘omg when's our wedding?? i am down for dual citizenship’ — 😳‼️

the amount of ppl that have demanded i marry them on here 😋 i’m hot commodity clearly *debby ryan face*

LMAO I’M JK, ily all <33

‘I HAVE TRIED IT... I HAD IT IN LONDON QUEEN....’ — it’s good tho, right? like you seem sceptical but it’s not BAD 😫

‘ummmmmm..... shore..... desi breakfast on top but whatever u say queen’ — i’ve never tried a desi breakfast ☹️ but i don’t doubt that it tastes great! it looks really good too 👀

‘omg im a month older than u’ — ssshh 🤫 no one needs to know about that

‘ANY QUESTIONS U HAVE LITERALLY JUST ASK ME’ — DON’T BE SURPRISED WHEN I SLIDE INTO UR DMS INTERROGATING YOU ABOUT THE AMERICAN GRADING SYSTEM 😫🫶🏽

also when i had shin ramen, i made it the same way you did but with kewpie mayo and it was soupie and not thick like buldak, but i just don’t think shin ramen is for me 😭 not hating tho! i’ll stick to buldak 🥴

also that text is annoying me, sorry :/

“sHuT uP yOu KnOw I aM” — ok but we also know that kay comes into my inbox every other day to chat shit about you 🌝

sorry i’m growing a real sense of disgust for this thing, send it back to jupiter pls 😐

‘now when you ask me why i still text him, i will say, i do not have an answer’ — HAHA I WAS GONNA ASK 😭

me personally, i think you should cut him off completely 😬 block button is free + he has a gf so i think just out of respect for that (even if he himself doesn’t respect that) you should do ur part by untangling urself from any of that 🫡

‘WAIT LET ME GIVE U THIS STORYTIME BC I'M 80% SURE I DIDNT TELL U IT YET’ — MHM GO AHEAD

shitbag is a good name, shitbag 👽!!!

‘but then as i'm typing in the song name, he gets two texts from his ex gf literally saying where she was at that exact moment’ — hm 🌝

idk if you’re intending to make me dislike him, but i really don’t like him. like, at all. HOW IS HE EVEN PULLING YOU AND THAT OTHER GIRL?? 😭

‘and then i just play the song and give him his phone back in like relative silence for the rest of the car ride, just talking to my friends’ — this tells me enough. BLOCK BLOCK BLOCKKKK, start ur life anew (without him) and let him wonder how his life would’ve been sm better with you in it if he had treated you right and been a better person 😋

‘shitbag has liked me FOR YEARS’ — that’s more of a reason to leave him behind 😭 like if this is how you behave with a girl you like, i’d hate to see how you’d behave with a girl you DON’T like 💀

‘unfortunately you may be right’ — i’m always right. my girls irl have the best lives AFTER their situationships ‘cause of me (and i’ve never had to deal with any of that bs HAHA 😭). i sound cocky about it, and that’s ‘cause i absolutely am LOOOL

‘but i unfortunately love red flags and job security and he's commited to one of the best schools in the country 💔’ — 1. unfortunately there’s nothing u can do if u like red flags, however, you should never rely on a man for his money, being financially dependent is a necessity. 2. HE HAS A GF 😭 that’s enough reason for you to walk the other way and not look back

‘STOP OMG I SAW THAT TO0000000! i want to join in but my main tiktok is followed by too many irls for me to do it..’ — and what about it? 😟 the world won’t end ‘cause you chose to change ur pfp. everyone’s too busy caring about themselves to do anything about it :)

‘let’s kiss pls’ — not until you wipe ur mouth from that indirect kiss from that THING you call a man 😐

‘do u mean like toji being funny, toji's cOc@ine, or toji's asscrack. this is a very important question that needs to be answered’ — omg the bum crack ofc. i’ve never vaped, smoked, done drugs, drank, etc (and i don’t plan on it) so like, yeah, never tojis c0c@ine. tojis bumcrack ‘cause i find that hilarious HAHAHA 😭😭

‘also call me kay pookie bear’ — an anon made fun of me for calling everyone by their users but i had to make it clear that ppl have to specifically TELL me to use their actual names otherwise i just won’t 💀 hellooo kay :) (that’s a cute name aww)

‘ALSO SITUATIONSHIPS ARE TERRIBLE I DONT RECOMMEND THEM AT ALL’ — noted 😟

‘wait while i was ending this he texted me again’ — 😐

i was smiling at the ‘bye pookie bear’ ‘cause we’re exchanging cute nicknames but then he’s come back to ruin it :/

DO NOT INVITE HIM TO UR PARTY 🌝

k ily bye <333

[tenaciouschronicler]

November 26 2024 2009

I keep writing these so late in the evening. Its almost tomorrow, you cant type that fast.

I find it very interesting that these last few days have switched between each kid, sans Dave, kinda giving us a moment to re orient ourselves as to where we are in each of their narratives.

Rose has found some very pink, princess coded furniture that is very out of place for a secret underground lab. Theres cats, wizards and the most precious little mutant kitten.

Before the surprise cat, Rose actually was going to listen to the command suggestion to 'Be the Rider' which is a surprise in itself. Seeing the pony in Roses imagination made me think of a few things. First, how were you gonna ride the pony if Im pretty sure its still back in the main house? Then, realizing the pony has a heart on its flank that matches the hearts on the bed spread. And lastly, that pose Rose imagines looks very suspiciously like a wizard holding out a wand. I though you didnt like wizards, hm? These little connections really want you to see that this is all probably Moms stuff. But why is this all here and is it really her things or were these things she gave Rose that she grew out of? Though Rose does state its 'a little odd' and its up for debate if its because shes never seen this stuff or she also finds their location strange.

Now someone correct me if Im wrong, but I dont think Ive seen John with such a flat expression on his face.

In the next panel he and his slime shirt are both frowning (which Ive gotta say, having his shirt mirror his expressions is one of my favorite things). But here, something about it really conveys his apprehension to jumping down. John acts like its all just because of how crazy the room might be with harlequins if its Dads personal space. I dont buy it. Its more like all the addrenaline rush is leaving and hes realizing what hes thinking of doing. Hes never seen Dads room, hes never felt the need to. In another time, maybe his curiosity gets the better of him and he sneaks a peek and gets caught, or Dad finally invites John in to share his secrets once John has become a man. Here, Dad isnt around to tell John yes or no, scold him or embrace him. Its John deciding for himself, whether Dad finds out or not, if it even matters given everything thats happened, and he jumps right in.

Jade is making her way to the exit and I have to say these panels are interesting.

First off, that head in the top left corner kinda looks like one of the ogres John defeated but with massive tusks. Then theres the massive fireplace which is later shown to be taller than her Gandpa, with the pit area looking like a door. Honestly that fireplace doesnt look very safe from what we can see if the rooms floor really extends into it. Anyone could walk right into it if they werent careful. Curiously the fireplace is half purple and half yellow, colors weve seen so far associated with the dark and light kingdoms. And at the top a framed picture of Jade, pretty standard in most homes with a fireplace to be honest (everyday I live with the knowledge theres a very large picture of my quinceñera for everyone to see in my parents living room). I think this is the first time weve seen a human in clothes that arent white as Jade sports a... dress? maybe? i dont know something with capped sleeves in the same yellow shade as the kingdom of light. That in itself is enough to make me scratch my head with questions. Before she can make it past the "houseguests", Grandpa appears silouhetted by flames holding a giant gun that my brain keeps wanting to say is a bazooka. Please tell me they arent gonna strife with guns if he is.

I think the best part about it though is seeing that this is indeed so common Dave has used it before for SBAHJ.

I hope hes finished falling down the stairs.

[doctortonytchopper]

So like. The thing. TO ME. Is that. Sanji and all of his siblings were genetically engineered.

And so ok. So with Reiju they werent able or didn't want to mess with her emotions yet. So she's like. Normal mostly, like in a nature-not-nurture sense. Like she's traumatized obviously but she didn't get her emotions messed with genetically.

And so Sanji and his brothers, they tried to mess with all of them, and their mom took a poison which was supposed to make them all not be genetically modified at all but it only worked on sanji. And I'm only halfway through wano but from accidentally seeing spoilers I'm getting the sense his gene mods were just like. Latent. In some way. Like he is mostly normal but in some quantity, he's still carrying the latent expression of the gene mods, though it seems like he probs still has emotions cause apparently due to an agreement zoro would kill him if he obviously stopped having those. Ok ✔️

So but all three of the others apparently are modified not to have emotions. And they have like some leeway there for story reasons - they laugh and are derisive and angry/cruel and stuff. But the one real genuine emotion they really display, the one that's least possibly a show they put on to seem more human, is they are really 😍😍😍 about girls. Like. The EXACT same way as sanji. Like seem to have one emotion, strongly, and that is: Cute Girl™️

Ok and bear with me here but I'm just saying that . I'm not SAYING but I'm just out loud wondering , maybe, if it may have seemed advantageous to Vinsmoke Judge specifically. If his sons. Whose emotions he chopped off. Were maybe genetically conditioned to actually have to one single emotion. One that would maybe make them easier to force into political marriage.

That like, . That sanji already is less heart eyes swooning over Nami and less willing to bend to her every whim even on the ship to wano, like when luffy goes and rides the giant koi. We saw sanji deliberately put himself (or pretend to) in that swooning heart eyes mode when he wanted to avoid worrying about his future and his friends. He literally uses his Germa suit ONE time and IMMEDIATELY uses it to spy on naked women - which is something he's always talked about, wanting to be invisible for that, but it defines that aspect of his character more to me.

Bc if Sanji was genetically modified to be obsessed with women and sex, but told by his father never to hurt women, he's at the mercy of those two pieces of programming, and being unaware of either, he wouldn't really think through any of his actions or feelings around them. Which would make his inability to see the contradiction between wanting to protect women and wanting to violate them via spying on them (but not necessarily willing to touch them in a majorly violating way) make sense.

And didn't Ivan say there was a reason he was sent to the kamabakka kingdom? I know the obvious reading is he was sent there to get better at cooking but they never said that straight out. It would make a lot of sense, whether sanji is queer or not, to have him spend time discovering his programming by spending time with people who have dedicated themselves to unworking social programming in themselves. If he would have stopped running away from any personal introspection or identity self-interrogation for one DAMN second I s2g

Idk I just mean that especially starting at WCI there's not NOTHING there in terms of strong hints Sanji's girl-crazy creep thing is like...not authentically his own, unmodified self.

(Two more things, specifically relating to zoro here and his pact, and their rivalry from back on that island with the giant pirates way back when. Obviously there's so much more than just this and it might be way off base but like -

It would make sense that zoro is so attuned to sanji being annoying at women since he's pretty much using observation haki since before the first time we meet him, just doesn't know it and it's not strongly developed. It would make sense if he senses some stuff about Sanji's actions being caused by something else, which pings his haki and bothers him but he doesnt know why, which makes him yell at sanji. A stretch but could be a thing esp if tied into -

If sanji's starting to go outside that programming and be less girl crazy, it would probably fit into zoro's definition of sanji acting "different" which could lead to an ironic kinda conflict of misunderstanding which would be a fascinating way to have sanji figure out he was programmed to be that way.)

ANYWAYS

[perlapulido]

Always Been Hours

Summary: "You really think that you forget about what we had, Doll." said Chucky. "You're dead wrong. You cant do that to us." he says. "Im nobody special remember." said Esmeray. "I do but thats how you see yourself. Do you know what i see?" said Chucky. "What we see?" Tiffany corrected. "We ourselves in you. We're not that different and deep down is a killer ready to get out." said Chucky holding his knife to her. "You know you want to." he sang urging her to take it. "Come on, Sweetie." said Tiffany. TW: Mentions of SA

Ch4

Its been years since Esmeray left her past behind her and is now living in Chicago as a housekeeper and retail clerk on clothes to pay the bills for her really small apartment. She walked into the store seeing her coworkers Karen and Maggie talking on her way to her station when a shorthaired blonde Karen came over. "Esmeray, how are you?" said Karen smiling at her. "Good. Just been busy getting my clothes out as usual. What about you and Andy?" said Esmeray. She known Andy when he was three after starting her job with her as her babysitter which Andy grew attached. "He is doing okay just really excited for his birthday tomorrow." said Karen. "He still asking for the Good Guy doll huh?" said Esmeray. "Its gonna be hard to get them." she says. "I know and the prices. I'm here to ask if you can spent the night at our place. He'd be happy to see you." said Karen. "Fine but thats my birthday gift for him." said Esmeray. "Ms. Thorne. Ms. Barclay. Arent  you both supposed to be working at your stations?" said the manager. "We are just catching up on the schedules. I wasnt sure if i was coming in or not since i didnt see mine on the board. Again." said Esmeray. "you're in for five hours until the new guy comes in." said the manager before he left. Esmeray did job was helping out the customers like any other employees taking her time and saw the new guy the manger mentioned earlier came in. She got her bag heading to the subway which is a struggle to depending on the issue she has to deal with. Esmeray pushed through the crowd going downstairs reaching the platform feeling breathless once she stopped a few feet away from a man with a long coat and dark hair. "Long day?" said the man looking at her. "Depends on the ride for the subway. It can be good or a massive bitch." said Esmeray. "Yeah. Theres a lot of crazies out there especially a serial killer on the loose." said the man. "Dont remind me." said Esmeray as the sub stopped. She got in seeing that all the seats were full and grabbed a pole to hold onto with the man doing the same by taking the one across from her.

Once the sub started moving Esmeray pulled out her sketch book doodling some designs while the man began to pick pockets from other people who werent looking then took a grab at her wallet. The man opened it taking the cash but stopped to see her ID like he knew her from somewhere and decided to test it. He dropped the wallet on the floor between them and pretended to pick it up clearing his throat. "Miss? This yours?" said the man showing it to her. "Oh shit. Thanks." said Esmeray taking it and looked through it as the man stared at her then found a tiny diamond necklace on her. Esmeray then noticed him staring at her making her uncomfortable moving away a bit making him laugh. "Is everything okay, Beautiful?" said the man. "What?" said Esmeray looking at him. "Surprised you dont recognize an old boyfriend huh? Burlington ring a bell?" said the man. "Charles?! My god look at you. What brings you here?" said Esmeray. "It's Chucky now. Yeah I live here with old Eddie. I didnt know you be here too." said Charles. "Ten years after my Dad got a promotion here." said Esmeray. "I knew it was you. I see you got still have my gift." said Chucky looking at her necklace. "I wasnt expecting it." said Esmeray feeling his arm wrapped around her shoulders. "Where you off to now, Doll?" said Chucky. "Just got off work heading to do somethings. Why?" said Esmeray nervously remembering what he did when they were teens. "I just want to catch up." said Chucky. "Arent you busy with " "Im actually not right now." Chucky cuts her off. "Okay. You can come over." Said Esmeray nodding her head. Chucky smiles when she held on after the subway moved roughly grabbing onto the pole tightly. He kept his arm on her leaning over to his face like they were couple again making her tense up a little. "Im not gonna hurt you. Unless youre into that." Said Chucky kissing her head. No im not. Just want to get things done at mt place." said Esmeray adjusting her bag. She saw her stop and got out with Charles by her side with his hand on her waist walking out of the station into the sidewalk 

Esmeray doesnt to be around him not knowing what he'll do to her if she went back with him. He is unpredictable from the innocent act he pulled back in Jersey and wasnt even caught for the murders he did. Esmeray and Chucky got a small apartment building going up tie fifth floor using the elevator. They walked to her apartment number walking in with Esmeray leading tot he living room while she went to the kitchen. "Nice place. Nicer than mine." Said Chucky looking at the very small apartment. "I had to sell some stuff to afford this place. Want anything?" Said Esmeray looking at him. "Nah. Im fine." Said Chucky watching her coming to the couch with a coke bottle. He leaned back in his spot with his arms spread out watching Esmeray open her drink using her keys. "What have you been up to?" Said Esmeray. "Doing this and that. But you dont have to be scared of me . . unless you told." Said Chucky. "I never did. What am i going say that my first boyfriend killed the janitor and two family member who ruined my life." Said Esmeray. "Lets not forget that you threatened my life?" She say looking at him. "At least they're gone. They wont be touching my doll anymore." Said Chucky. "Thanks but i was never expecting this side of you. Or have you always been like this out of curiosity." Said Esmeray. "Doesnt matter as you keep that pretty mouth of your s shut." Said Chucky. "Or what fucking kill me like you're the Lakeshore Strangler?" Said Esmeray. "I could but id miss a babe like you." Said Chucky smirking. "Dont fuck with me." Said Esmeray scotting back. "Why are you moving away? I told you im not going to hurt you." Saod Chucky dragging her to sit on his lap. "Charles! No." Said Esmeray getting off. She then had her mouth covered after Chucky pulled her back on the couch with laying on top of her. "Im not going leave you and youre not leaving me. Nobody leaves me!" Said Chucky. He let go her mouth to liss her roughly then worked his way down to her neck. "Chucky please! Please dont." Said Esmeray pushing him off. She quickly ran to the bathroom locking the door feeling her heart beat fast slowly to the floor shaking. "Babe? Can you open the door?" Said Chucky once he stood in front of it. "Please just go." Said Esmeray. She looked at his shadow under the door move away and waited until the door to the apartment opened and closed. 

[driftnoob3]

~Shadow Bonnie, 15 of January of 2025. Conversation with you all, yes, breaking the 4th wall

"Nobody sees me as a sentimental person, nobody in my workplace would think that, but Im really sentimental. Lets take for example... My car. Yes, is a Skyline GTR R33, nothing weird there, but my previous car was also a GTR, and the previous one... In fact, we can go to my young years, and the Skyline was in my best memories... Lets go back in time, I'll tell you my story with that car... It was when I was around... 5...? 10? Im not sure... We didnt even live in Japan back then, we lived in Germany... But my father had an import car, a C210 Skyline... It wasnt even a GT, it was a 1800-TI, black with white interior... I liked it, even if back then I wasnt so focused on driving. In fact, I could say its because that car that I came to the racing world... Years later, my father moved to Tokyo to open there his clinic... Yeah, the famous clinic, then is when our wealth increased... He sold the C210 to pay the trip, and didnt bought any other Skyline even when he got the money. Then he met my stepmother... Because my actual mother divorced him after... Well, the reason Im like this, is not the moment to talk about that... Back to the topic, my stepmother had an R30 wagon, a brown 2000TI... That's the first time I drove a car, when doing my driving practices, and when I regained interest in driving. None of my father's other cars felt like the C210 or the R30, even if those two were basic models and my father had cars like the Toyota Century V12 or the only sportscar he owned, a 928 Porsche... The Skylines were the only cars that made me want to ride more and more on them... Then the time to buy my first car came, in my birthday... I had it clear, I wanted an Skyline, so I went to my dad and asked for an R30 Coupe. I didnt even ask for the RS, I just wanted an Skyline... After some attempts of making me change my mind, he finally got me a 2000GT Turbo. Black, 140hp, was good enough for me... Until one day I saw some people racing. I dont even remember how, but I talked to them and they asked me if I wanted to try their cars. I was gonna say no until I saw it... An R31 GTS... I tried it, K1 Route from C1 to Yokohama... I tried then to tune my car and race it, against my parents ideas... Clearly, I didnt had a race car, it wasnt made for that, so it broke down quickly. At that time I was in university already, and I used my scholarship's money with some of my personal savings and all I could get from selling all I could of my R30 to buy the newest model... The GTS-R R31. Then I got some parts, pulled out 270hp from that engine, raced some more... In less than a year I had mastered that car and wangan racing, being only behind the famous Blackbird's Porsche 911 930 Turbo. I was already a proper car guy, a racer... I kept improving even after meeting Shadow Fred, I improved the car to its limits... 450hp, all I could get. Then, I found a bargain, and bought an R32. This time I didnt sold the R31, I kept it at the house I already owned with my parents money... The R32 was a second hand car then, it was in the 98, the R33 was in the last years of its production, but I saw a golden chance of trying the one they said it was amazing, the first AWD GTR, the R32... It was a real demon, 400hp had mine, good handling... I went to a tuning shop that worked with GTRs, Flat Racing, and got 600hp from it... Then, I had the accident, it got totalled, and I had to go back to the R31. In 2009, after marrying Shad Fred, with my part of the money we got in weeding gifts and my salary, I got me an R33. Yes, there was the R34 or the R35 already, and in fact I tried those, but they werent the same as the previous ones... Thats why I stick to the R33, and why I love GTRs..."

[dausy]

I'm back in town! we survived! So as I have said in multiple videos. The husband is about to leave on a 9month rotation and I won't see him again until next year. This was his vacation before he leaves though I'm not sure exactly when he's leaving but it'll be a few more weeks.

I know I was just in Vegas, but that was a holiday weekend so we both had 4 day weekends and we did splurge to get there. I feel like I have to apologize for going on vacation but in hindsight the last time we went on vacation was actually back in December when we were in the process of moving and this year is over half over now...don't even know how that happened.

My MiL wants to try and go to Disneyland for Christmas and invited me so I won't be alone during the holidays but we were both looking at the prices for tickets and I'm not sure thats going to happen.

Anyway I'm going ramble on about our trip more (including comparing Universal orlando vs hollywood) below.

So again, my inlaws live in Arizona so we drove the 8 hours to their house and spent a couple days before picking up my SiL and driving another 8 hours to Los Angeles.

We had discussed what kind of vacation we should take this year. Besides this past Vegas trip my SiL hasn't really had a vacation (kinda) and wanted to go to the beach for the first time ever. Some of the logistics for other trips we were just too..tired...to handle...so we both wanted to see the new Super Mario World so California was an easy enough thing to plan.

When we got to Los Angeles we checked into our hotel..which hilariously was having some sort of water inspection and they gave us an apology letter saying the water would be shut off until the next day T_T so we dropped off our luggage and went and wandered around the City Walk which is like Universals version of Downtown disney. The shopping district. Now I have been to Orlando many many times living close on the east coast. This city walk in Hollywood was super tiny. We ended up going to go see the new SpiderMan movie which was fabulous. Little long, but wonderful. Ate dinner and then went to bed.

Next day we actually went to Universal Studios and I have some safety issues. Now US really has a pretty view up on their hill but somebody didn't think about these logistics of these escalators. We got let into the park early but the mad rush for mario at the bottom of the 3 escalators felt like a dangerous human stampede. I don't know how people werent falling off or getting squished and dying. Thats dangerous. And I'm sure they had them but I didn't see any elevators. My FiL is disabled and though he wasn't with us, I honestly don't know how anybody in a wheelchair or scooter manages to get around this park at all. Its small and cramped and very dependent on going up and down hills. I will say too that I was actually disappointed with the Mario ride. The land looks cool even though it isn't magically hidden. Like at disneyworld or universal orlando they hide the buildings and structural supports within a facade so you "forget" you're in a themepark. Mario you could see the wirings and supports..which was fine..but the ride sucked. I was honestly expecting some sort of 3d immersive ride. Maybe not a real rollercoaster but one that felt like you were on one. This was just another Buzz Lightyear or Men in Black. Instead of lasers you are shooting turtle shells. 8( sad. I didn't get to try any food because we planned poorly and are broke (not really but yeah).

I will say that Jurassic World is great. I wish they would update the one in Orlando. I also really enjoyed the studio tour. And I could be totally wrong but I think we accidentally saw a celebrity from afar idk. But I liked how they incorporated F&F and kingkong into it. I'm not a fan of the individual rides over in Orlando.

Overall we finished the park quickly. Very small. P.S. we did single rider for mario because it was a 2 hour wait from rope drop and I aint about that wait. Near walk on with single rider.

And then the next couple of days were spent at Santa Monica Pier and Little Tokyo and Hollywood BLVD. I had no desire to visit Hollywood at all but we accidentally drove by the Line Friends store and miniso so we stopped. I was hoping for korean make up and then I just like looking at anything cute. We did see an angry woman screaming at somebody who then pulled her naked boobs out and swung them like nunchucks and then saw another naked man applying sunscreen(?). So that was about accurate to what my inlaws said Hollywood was like, I guess.

In Santa Monica we ran into 2 celebrities. One, I don't know who he was but a group of Chinese tourists were taking photos of him. I asked who it was and they showed me what looked like an IMDB page for him but I couldn't read..the..chinese..its fine..he was handsome and smelt good up close?

and then Logan Paul was filming literally behind me. Photo was posted to twitter. So like..catch my butt on his youtube later I guess. I had a simba backpack on.

But mainly I wanted to go to Koreatown or Little Tokyo. For times sake, we went to Tokyo because I was told its less "ghetto" and just better. Tokyo I had high hopes may have art supplies but korea had make up..ugh...I did see art supplies in Tokyo but the amount of people just brought on stress anxiety. One of the bookstores I went into had sets of 5 copic markers for 7.99...that is...impressive. Looking back theres some stuff I kind of wish I'd bought but I got stressed out I left the shop.

but overall, I could spend another day or two for sure. But I know we got scammed a bit with parking costs, traffic made me nauseous, it was kind of cold too...I was honestly expecting weather to be like Florida (hot and muggy), so I brought summer clothes and ended up cold. And oddly enough, I think I also expected the landscape to look like florida. I've definitely heard of the "hollywood hills" but in my mind I was still expecting swamp..and yes..LA is very dirty. I don't think I need to live there. I do however like some of the architecture on the outskirt cities.

also, I finally got some decent pastries and a matcha coffee. /highfive/

[cxrsed-angel]

Girls Night Out | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

word count 1k

summary: joel takes care of you after your first girls night out

warnings: mentions of sex but isn’t actually, drinking, age gap, (joel is in his late 50s, reader is in her 20s), mentions of puking

gif credits: @/ pedrohub

“Joel I think your girl had a few drinks too many,” Tommy laughs taking a sip of his drink before walking away. joel says silent prayer hoping you werent making too much of a fool of yourself. 

He knew you had a hard time adjusting to jackson, used to surviving not living, when you told him about a group of girls your age inviting you out to go drinking with them be encouraged it, and tagged along since you were nervous, he expected you to makes some new friends but he didn’t expect those friends to get you drunk of your ass. 

He sighs and sets his drink down, and turns around to see you on top of one of the tipsy bison’s tables, dancing with one of the girls, grinding your hips against hers, the short dress one of the girls gave you, riding up your thigh as you moved your hips, his jaw clenching when hears a few of the younger guys that were watching whistle at you.

“For fucks sake.” he mutters as he approaches the table. 

“Hi ladies, hey sweetheart I think its time to go.” he holds his hands out to you, but you stay on the table, refusing.

“Noo Im having fun, I haven't had fun in forever and Im making friends look.” you gesture to the girls, and they wave as your words slurred. continuing dancing on the top. Joel lets outs a tired sigh, hoping you don't fall off and hurt yourself.

“Can you refill it please.” you beg,  pouting and giving him your best puppy dog eyes handing him your empty glass. he’s about to refuse when Tommy comes over, he pats Joel’s shoulder.  

“That’s what happens when you’re dating a younger girl huh she has to much energy for you.” he jokes as he watches you still dancing and taking a sip of your friend's drink. 

“ Fuck off, Tommy.  C’mon you've had enough darling can you please get down.” he asks again but you refuse again moving away from him as he tried to gently pull you down you lose your balance in the hells you had spent all week learning how to walk in, a foot slips off the table, luckily Joel catches you before you could hit the hardwood. 

 “You okay?” he asks but you're not paying attention. You're focusing on Joel's brown eyes and how they shine in fairy lights strung long the wall. You silently admire him for a few minutes. Not realizing he was speaking to you. “You with me sweetheart?” 

“Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are” you sloppily run your hand up his chest clumsily, trying to be sexy. 

Joel lets out a small chuckle at the state you were in. “Yes baby you have, come on let’s get you home ” he lightly grabs your arm helping you with your footing, one of the girls, just as drunk as you if not more comes up to you. 

“This is joel? you’re right he is hot, you’re so lucky.” you smile and slip out of Joel’s hand taking the opportunity to gush about him more. 

“I know he’s so hot,  you should hear him when he’s pissed. His southern accent gets stronger it’s so sexy, it makes me so we—“Joel cuts you off before you could finish your sentence, blushing a bit. 

“Okay! baby it’s time to go.” you wave to your new friends as joel leads you to the front. He finally thinks he managed to get you out of there one of the younger guys watching you dance blocks the door

“Hey you looked good dancing up there what’s your name.” Joel’s grip on you tightens, he’s about to tell him to fuck off, but you beat him to it 

“Ew, no i have a boyfriend” he looks at Joel hand on your waist and scoffs. 

“Who? not this old fuck, come on I bet the old man can’t even get it up anymore don’t you wanna someone who could go all night doll .” before you could come up with a response Joel fist collides into his nose, you could tell its bad when it starts bleeding, probably breaking his nose.

You hear gasps from everyone in the bar; but before anyone can do anything, Joel is already leading you out the door walking you home. 

After many stumbles and you puke up all the alcohol in your system. Joel finally makes it home into your shared room. He sits on the bed next to you and rubs your back, as you lay down on the bed staring at him. 

“Joel youre so hot” 

He lets out a laugh “you’ve said before baby” he tries to get up from the bed, but you hold onto his hand, making him stay next to you

“No don’t leave please” you start tearing up at the thought of him not being next to you. 

Joel frowns not understanding why you were crying “I’m not going anywhere just gonna get you a change of clothes and some food, maybe a bucket or something.” he tries to explain, but you cling onto him, crying a bit harder. 

“No Joel please don’t leave me.” Joel’s caught off guard by your bawling and sits back on the bed. 

“Okay Im not going anywhere Im right here just go to sleep baby.” he lays next to you but sees you still sniffing and crying. 

“Sweetheart why are you crying,” he asks, full of concern, worried someone did something or hurt you. his worries only grow when you shake your head and refuse to tell him. “C’mon baby it’s okay you can tell me.” 

You take a deep breath wiping your tears and face him “They’re gonna kick me out.” You cry out, Joel’s face frowning confused 

“Who baby?” 

“They! Everyone. Jackson, Maria. I fucking don’t know who does it specifically! ” Joel looks at you, trying to piece together what you’re saying. 

“Why would they kick you out?.” 

You stop cry a little and sit up, “This morning at breakfast I put my dirty plate in the wrong place I put it with the bowls Joel, the bowls! I was gonna fix it but then the girls started talking to me and lead me out talking about girls night out and what time to meet and I didn’t get chance to go back.” Joel stared at you with wide eyes at your babbled confession, he tried to hold in his laughter not wanting to upset you more. 

“Baby they ain’t gonna kick you out because of that okay I promise.” you look at him sniffling, 

“Really?” Joel nodded reassuring you

“Yea it was just an accident, sweet girl it didn’t hurt anybody, I doubt they even noticed.” 

You stop crying and lay down cuddling against him, “ok, but if they kick me you out I’m telling you I told you so.” Joel smiles laughing a little as you closed your eyes slowly falling asleep. 

Joel relaxes as you calm down. He thinks about it and realizes he’s never seen you drunk, he’s seen you drink here and there but never enough to let your guard know, not like this. It makes me happy that he had found a place for you and Ellie, that was safe, and you could relax, He knew that the both of you had been through so much and were forced to grow up fast. It was times like this when he remembers just how young you were, still in your twenties. 

He rubs your head on his shoulder, lying down; he thinks about how he would take care of you every day if it gave you a chance to have a somewhat normal young adulthood. He closes his eyes to sleep, and it’s quiet for a few minutes until he heard your voice again. 

“Joel. I think I need to throw up.” Joel laughs a little before sitting up to help you. 

₊┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ୨୧ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈₊⊹

Bonus: Joel woke up early to go to the dining hall hoping to grab some of your favorite breakfast foods, he was placing the food in a to go container when he hears a group of whispering behind him. 

“god he’s so hot,” he turns around and sees the group of girls you were with last night; he sees them looking fresh and awake and wonders how they weren’t hungover. he turns back and continues getting your food but they continue whispering.

 “aww he’s getting her hangover food, I wish I had a sexy older man taking care of me.” 

Joel shakes his head but continued ignoring them, moving over to get some coffee. 

“I know I bet he fucks her so good.” Joel eyes widen at the comment and spills the hot coffee on the table and a little on his hand, cursing under his breath. he starts cleaning up when Tommy walks over, making joel jump slightly as he playfully slaps his shoulder. 

“Jesus Joel why are you so jumpy just came to check on your girl.” Joel relaxes and continues filling up the coffee cups. 

“It's - Im fine, she’s fine I actually need to go check on her now.” he answers quickly, trying to leave the dining hall before he hears anymore of their conversations but not fast enough. 

“No, he’s definitely the #1 DILF here. Do you see him?” 

“We don’t even know if he has kids. ”

“He doesn’t have to have kids to be a daddy.” 

Tommy and Joel overhear their conversation as the girls walk by, Joel feels his face starts getting red, wondering how much you told them last night. 

“Were-are they talking about you?” Tommy asks but Joel just shakes his head and heads towards the door. 

“I gotta check on her, know she’s gonna a bad hangover. I'll see you later Tommy” he says as he leaves out the door, hoping to forget that whole situation ever happened.