#are the points no longer “awarded on sunday”?

[lelithefirst]

up until last year charles' qualifying results were used as salnder to claim that he lacked race pace, but suddenly, this year, the media and the fans are using the number of poles and the average qualifying position to claim that other drivers are wdc worthy and better than charles

[pearlywritings]

Intimacy records

synopsis: what kinds of horny stuff they have in their phones and which is the favorite?

pairing and characters: Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Dr Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Sampo, Sunday (separately) x fem!reader

tw: SMUT, established relationship (marriage/dating), consensual recording of lovemaking, nudes, oral, lingerie, fingering, masturbation, public sex, breast play, shibari/blindfold, sex machine, creampie

word count: 4.3k+ words

Aventurine

Undoubtedly this man has a whole separate folder for intimate stuff. Of course, he demands you send him something on a daily basis - doesn’t matter if it’s a quick snap of your choice of lingerie in the morning, or recordings of touching yourself - but never enough to cum, it’s his job. Naturally he loves having reminders of you being at his mercy - thus there are also videos of you both (with primarily established consent). All that to say - he has quite the collection, so it’s really hard to pick a favorite, the most desire-arising one.

Maybe it’s a category actually - self-made media created out of bet. Who’ll cum first? Can you keep going without tearing up from pleasure for longer than 10 minutes? Is he patient enough not to touch your sexy self, while you masturbate in front of him? Who is going to be louder this time? These kinds.

”I hope you are ready to lose,” your lover smirks, making himself comfortable between your legs. Camera floats a little, as you chuckle behind it. With a momentary adjustment, the focus is on his face again and he winks, before turning to trail a little path of kisses across your thigh. The image jumps, when he sucks on the skin, and slightly trembles as you let out a sigh. Then it’s firm, as Aventurine wraps his arms around your thighs, his nose teasingly rubbing against your clit. Suddenly there is a lick, then your breath hitches…. And then he buries his mouth into your pussy. It doesn’t take much time for the image to begin shaking wildly, almost matching your debauched noises. There is squelching, there are award-winning male moans, muffled by your heat, soon there is a hand, your hand, reaching down and grabbing his hair. Phone strangely angles, hardly supported by just one hand, until it falls camera down onto the sheets. After that, there are just delicious screams of yours, chanting the name of your lover and begging him to stop, while he doesn’t listen, taking his reward for yet another win.

Yeah, he proved you can’t keep the camera focused while he is eating you out in that one. It’s truly a pity, that more than a half of what was going on, didn’t get recorded in image. Maybe next time you'll do better - oh... That's actually not a bad idea at all… Looks like you are in for another bet.

Blade

His situation is… quite peculiar. First of all, he has so little care for his own phone outside using it to get info for the mission, to the point ANYONE from the Stellaron Hunters can just take it and do whatever with it (Silver Wolf and Kafka practice it a lot). Even your relationship doesn’t change it much, he messages you rarely and quite shortly, preferring to save the conversation for personal interaction. 

However recently, Kafka has been putting a plan into action - the first step of which was banning everyone from getting into his phone (herself excluded). Then she’d start sending her colleague an occasional picture of a set of lingerie she’s oh so sure would look wonderful on you. Blade never answers, but he doesn’t tell her off either, and by the snooping she knows that the pictures get bookmarked, the links for the shops she attaches are visited, and sums of money are being spent.

Oh, and by checking the chat… She knows you get them delivered. Does she text you to shower you with compliments? She does. At first it was a little embarrassing and you asked Blade if he could, maybe, pay better attention to his phone??? But soon, when your lover started showing the telltale signs of jealousy... It became pretty hot (plus praise from THE Kafka? Ego-boosting).

Blade doesn’t voice it, but more than seeing you all pretty for him, he loves seeing you ruined for him, and doesn’t complain when you ask him to take a picture with your phone of whatever part of you, focusing on the marks, or the torn crotch of your panties, or something alike… There are times when he would text you with a simple ‘send me pictures with torn stockings’ or ‘yesterday. open nipples bra. now’ , because he knows you have them, and you deliver, because you know he loves them. 

Has his favorites:

Depicts your thighs, bitten and opened wide, while the black panties are pushed aside to let two thick, scar-covered fingers dive into your pussy.

Your body after one of the sessions - bra roughly pushed down under the mark-covered breasts, panties missing, one stocking still on the leg, but with multiple holes in it, and the other tying your wrists above your head.

A small video you insisted on recording of the man tugging onto your garter belt whenever he wanted your hips to push towards his thrust, threatening for the thin elastic material to snap.

Even though he doesn’t save them, he knows how to get an easy access to them, so for Blade it works quite fine (and Kafka’s plan does too, making Blade look less intimacy-repulsed and spicing up your relationship).

Boothill

A cyborg, whose only human part of the body is the head, and sex life… How can this be possible? 

Oh, trust me, it can. Sure, his bodily reaction differs, but he still is excited to get nudes from you, finally able to express through the text what he really thinks with that foul mouth of his. A voice recording of you dirty talking to him? Awesome. A video? You can bet his engine is overheating and vents are whirring.

But in all honesty, the ones he truly loves and returns to are the recordings of him doing stuff to you. Call him self-conscious, it’s not like he can bite back with a swear, but the reminder that he can bring you pleasure even now is sometimes necessary.

The lights are intimately dimmed, not enough to bring the room into utter darkness. Two bodies are lying almost intertwined with your back turned to the camera. The metal arm of your lover has sneaked under your side and around your waist, fingers digging into the plush glob of your ass, tugging on it, to further the spread which is created by your leg thrown over his hip. Your pussy is perfectly presented to the camera, puffy and slick, with two gray plated fingers massaging it. Digits slide up and down your labia, occasionally staying on the clit, to rub tight circles on it and elicit some sweet moans out of you, only to return to their previous ministrations, dipping the tips juuust a little bit into the quivering hole. Your back arches and body deliciously shivers from the contrast of his cool and your heat, and you softly whine, when he releases your ass cheek to give it a spank and then grab it again, unwilling to let the sight of your cunt escape his phone’s camera. You whimper something, muffled by his chest, but he remembers by heart what you were begging for. ‘Please, put your mouth on me.’ He will, in a minute, but right now he pushes both fingers to the second knuckle in, making you jolt in his hold, but not letting you go anywhere.

It’s captivating, how his inhuman digits disappear and reappear with every thrust he makes; slick-covered they look shiny, as if you polished them, and the cyborg shudders, imagining your tongue running around them. That’s one dangerous video, he may just give in to his want to see you and abandon the mission he was assigned to…

Dr Veritas Ratio

Unsurprisingly, Veritas’ phone doesn’t contain that much stuff in general. Maybe some downloaded articles, notes to put down later, if he doesn’t have a piece of paper at the moment, and very few pictures, mainly of his writings on the chalkboard. Don’t be discouraged though, of course he has pictures of you. Some selfies you took after “borrowing” his phone and ones he doesn’t have a heart to delete (but he will scoff at you, should you decide to tease him), and some very well-thought images he took on his own accord - he needs reference for when he decides to let his mind rest from research and focus on sculpting.

And one might think that such a reserved and cold man will not entertain storing anything explicit on his phone. Well, he indeed does not have any pictures and videos saved - if he wants, he can either find what you sent him via your chat or just demand your assistance. However… There is something that strangely became his way of concentrating when doing his research…

”Oh! Mh- *thrust* Veri- ohmygod! *thrust*”

“Wait- Aaah! I can’t! I’m sore! MmmmMMM!” “No, you can and you will. Now hold still, I can’t eat you out if you keep thrashing around.” “Oh Aeons!”

*Slick sounds of you going down on him, gurgling and choking on his girth, occasionally gasping to catch your breath, only to have his cock buried in your throat again*

“Baaaby… I miss you so much… Can I come to your office? I promise to be good… Just need to cockwarm you - nothing else I swear. Let me keep you company pleeease. Imagine how nicely it'd be to have your cock buried in my pussy, while you are working… Need to help you with stress-relief, it's gonna feel so-so good.”

“Oh fuck, o-oh, love, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I’mcumMIN-” “Ngh, s-so…tight…” “Aaaaaaah~!”

“Veritas Ratio, if you come home in ten minutes, I will give you a nice massage and then ride you damn cock, till the only thing you can think about is not your work, but me. If you fail to do so though… I wonder if my threat to use some toys instead will work. Just know that your wife is very mad. And horny.”

It doesn't matter if the audio was taken while you were intimate or it was something you sent to him and he saved - he thoroughly enjoys everything your voice has to offer to him. And if instead of concentrated it accidentally makes him horny - he'll just play the next one, while undoing his pants.

Gallagher

Oh, this man is a menace. And a huge ass-lover. His gallery is full of pictures of your booty: clothed, just panty-clad or bare. There are shots with your body clearly being bent, ass up and back covered in his load. Videos of him fucking you from behind, with cock sliding in and out of your pussy? Obviously. Recordings of it jiggling as he spanks you? Would’ve been strange if they weren’t there.

However, in that vast collection of his, there is a video that’s most peculiar - one might say scandalous. It was one of those nights when he took over the bar for Siobhan and you came over at some point, all enticing and so sexy in that little dress of yours… He could not resist taking you right there once the establishment was closed. And it got on security camera...

Moans so loud, that they are reaching the recording device, are still of the delicious kind. Your back is arched over the bar counter, arms lifted and wrists tied by none other but Gallagher’s wine-red tie, and held by his own hand for good measure. The front of your dress is pushed down, revealing your pretty breasts, jiggling with every thrust of the man’s hips, and the hem of it has ridden up, baring your stomach and mark-covered thighs. Your lover is barely unclothed, pants and boxers pushed down just enough to free his cock and the tie, obviously, missing. The hand that is not holding your wrists, is grabbing onto your leg, under the knee, lifting it for a better angle, and showing off a lewd detail - your black lace panties hanging on your shin. You are looking positively debauched, and he is no better, groaning and cursing, with an occasional exceptionally rough trust that makes you scream and whine. There are teeth-gritted ‘slut’s and huskily chuckled ‘bad girl’s with your pleading ‘sir’s and ‘Gal’s, all of that deliciously seasoned with the clapping of the wet skin colliding. But nothing beats the moment of you cumming, depicted by no less than three cameras from all of the hottest angles…

Of course this footage was ‘confiscated’ by him with some dumb excuse for Siobhan (he doubts she believed it, given the knowing look and shit-eating grin she gave him), with all traces destroyed except just one copy thoroughly hidden on his phone. He thinks you two should repeat that - this time, however, he’d love to bend you over the counter with your back facing him…

Gepard Landau

Gepard would die if someone took his phone and got into his gallery. Poor man has to change the password weekly to throw Serval off his case (she was only teasing, but that made her brother paranoid). There is a reason for such behavior - while he is way too sweet and gentlemanly to suggest making sexy pics or, Supreme Guardian forgive, videos, he can't help but to be too whipped for you. 

This man dutifully saves every single photo and video of yours - nudes included.

You don't send them very often - you don't want to kill your darling husband. But sometimes the yearning is unbearable, and there is a suffocating need to show Gepard what he is missing while away on duty (you always leave a warning message though, so he could check it while alone and undisturbed).

No matter how red and embarrassed he gets, the man timidly admits that he enjoys this kind of attention. He is not beyond the earthly pleasures - he too has a favorite theme, that recently became more present in what you send him…

At first you looked so absolutely cute and domestic with his huge sweater on, the one you personally knitted for him - the beginning of the video didn’t look all that different from the photos you sent him just minutes before. But soon it becomes clear why you asked if he was alone, because once you position the phone and climb onto the bed, your full attire gets revealed. White stockings are replacing your usual home pants, and as your fingers grab the hem of the sweater and tug it up, the white panties from a matching set start peaking. The view is both pure and alluring, with the way your legs are spreading wide, and the sweater being pushed further up, baring your braless breasts. The hem gets secured between your teeth and both hands teasingly run down your sides, index fingers drawing circles around the tits, before squeezing them; as one remains right there, the other slowly slides down your stomach, disappearing under the hem of those flimsy panties. Imagination paints wild images - every next is hotter than the previous, and only your muffled moans of his name and rapidly rising chest are indicators of how good you feel with fingers pushing in and out of your pussy. And that damn sweater… You are not taking it off.

The Captain of the Silvermane Guards has one guilty pleasure - you, wearing his clothes. Domesticity, longing, finding comfort in something of his touches his heart and heightens his love and desire for you, almost making him consider taking a regular day off.

Jing Yuan

This man literally worships the ground his wife is walking on, so OF COURSE he wants to have as many pictures and videos of you as possible. It gets so boring and lonely when he is at work, after all. But don’t be fooled by his sweet and innocent smile, there are not only cute shots of you both or just you, he has sexy stuff too.

Man is obsessed with your chest. It’s his favorite pillow (thus so many pictures of him snuggling his face right between your breasts), his best stress-relief (photos and short videos of his big veiny hands cupping and squeezing your girls, with an occasional swipe of the thumbs over the erect nipples), his favorite place to leave marks on (no one can see them under the clothes, but just one tug of his finger on your collar and he is met with a delicious sight. Plus the photos he asks to send occasionally).

Loves, loves, loves, purchasing lingerie for you and when you demonstrate your bra-clad tits. He immediately wants them in his face, but there is the phone screen keeping him away.

But oh does he love recordings of playing with them.

Your body is steadily bouncing on your husband’s lap, creating a beautiful melody of skin slapping against skin. There is an occasional peak of his thick cock, covered in your juices, that immediately disappears again, undoubtedly swallowed by your pussy. One strong arm is wrapped around your waist, supporting you, while the other hand is palming at your left breast. The right one has fallen victim to his eager mouth, lips wrapped around the nipple, sucking on it tenderly, tongue toying with the overstimulated nub. His eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, moaning around your breast, when you tug on his luscious locks, trying to push him away, to give you a small rest. He is drawing back indeed, planting a soft kiss to the valley between the jiggling globes, and you sigh in relief, deceived by his affectionate action. Only for you back to arch and mouth hang in a loud moan, when Jing Yuan brings your other breast to his awaiting tongue, dropping both hands to your hips to aid you in speeding up your riding, sensing your nearing orgasm.

Maybe next time you should try recording him making you cum by playing with your chest only… Ah, just the thought makes his cock swell.

Loucha

As much as Loucha enjoys your company and more often than not allows you to accompany him in his journeys, there are times when he can’t take you with him. Which means he leaves for weeks, or sometimes a couple of months, going through the days without a single touch from you. Before getting into a relationship with you, he could survive without intimacy just fine, but now, since he knows the taste of affection and being spoiled by you, it’s getting hard.

That’s when recordings on his phone come in handy, especially when there is no opportunity of a video call to indulge. And there is one he most frequently returns to…

Your chest is rising and falling, pretty breasts with perky nipples brought together by a wrap of a rope. Red and purple marks bloom on your skin akin flowers, some fresh, some from days before. Sweat shines on your hot skin, indicating just for how long the blonde has been torturing you with pleasure and denial. There is a small shake of the video, as your lover is establishing his phone, having just started the recording, and softly making you aware of how good you look - you wouldn’t know with that blindfold covering your eyes. Once the angle is perfect - capturing your arms, tied above the head, the arch of your back and thighs pushed together for stimulation, the man is joining you on the bed. It is cock-hardening, how you lift your head to find his lips, when you sense him leaning down, needily allowing him to indulge in a kiss before the game of orgasm denial continues. His hand meanwhile is creeping down your body, starting with caressing your cheek, fingers sliding down your neck, over the swell of your breast, thumb pushing against the nipple, eliciting a moan out of you right into his mouth, and then palm splaying on your stomach, traveling even lower, before it disappears between your thighs.

Loucha is a man of foreplay. There is nothing more satisfying to him, than indulging into your body before sinking his cock into your warmth. He loves making you squirm, completely at his mercy, drawing you right to the edge, and then denying you the sweet release, just to make you yearn, just to stretch the process out.

Sampo Koski

Sampo is nasty and that is not a secret. I am sure, if you were up for it, he’d suggest filming porn just for the giggles (and extra cash, come on, you both are fucking hot). There are teasing nudes and intimate videos, and it’s not a rare occasion of either of you texting the other with some found porn with a caption ‘let’s try it?’ and you do, frequently recording the process to compare later, and claiming that your performance is better.

However, sometimes it tends to not go according to the script (not like you usually have one). Sampo is chaotic and it’s not hard to lose focus with a lover like him, and these exact moments are Koski’s favorite. Despite being a Masked Fool, during these times he himself looks so sincere, it’s as unnerving, as it is exciting. Rewatching such videos and seeing how you mirror the look in his eyes, giggle with him, even crack a joke, all without ruining the mood - makes him believe he’s found his soulmate (and if you did film porn with him, he’d never share this level of intimacy with your viewers, it solely belongs to you two).

You are giggling, shaking your head with a wide smile, all the while lying on your stomach between his toned mark-covered thighs and leisurely fisting his hard, leaking cock with an angrily red tip. 

‘Sampo, please, be a little serious, we are trying to be sexy here.’

‘We are sexy! What’s not hot in shaping my and your pubic hairs into the lips?? They could kiss, when we fuck!’

‘You are unbelievable,’ you snort, trying to save the last bits of your composure, and leaning forward to mouth at his tight balls. This makes your lover pornographically (how ironic) moan, throwing his head back.

‘Mmm, yes, right there~ Oooh… If am soooo unbelievable, it must mean I am dreamy? How about I bring you to a Penacony, to a Dreamscape? I bet in your dream I’d be as good in bed as I am in reality.’

Your resolve snaps and you burst out laughing, letting go of his sack and pressing your face to his thigh, shaking, dropping the hand from around his cock. Sampo whines.

‘Come ooooon, I was so close!’

‘Shu-ah-ha-t-ah-uh-p,’ you manage through your laughter. The man pouts, but the gaze of mint green is summer-warm as he is looking down at your trembling form. Your voice is pretty, your cackles are pretty, and oh damn he is laughing too.

And these are just the first few minutes of the last video, the thing has a duration of half an hour, so, obviously, you didn’t stop there. That’s what Sampo Koski loves - no matter how cringe you become, it’s never a reason to stop the whole process. If anything it’s something to spark an even longer and intimacy-filled one.

Sunday

Keeping personal stuff on his phone is quite dangerous, given Sunday’s position. That’s why he owns two phones - his work one, and one to mainly contact you, his sister, and a small circle of the most trusted people. He is extremely good at handling the owning of two separate devices, never mistaking one for another, that people are often convinced he has only one.

But it’s his personal cellphone that interests us. Oh, does he have a whole collection of photos and videos of you, one folder in particular hidden just for good measure. Sunday is a collected and regal man, yet it doesn’t mean he has a hard time enjoying your teasing. Quite contrary, sometimes he welcomes it, loving the photos you send him from an outing, shopping for clothes, or better yet, lingerie, sending him multiple shots of different sets and asking him which he loves most, and which he’d like to see on you tonight. 

There are videos too, especially when he’s been extremely busy, and you are oh so needy, sending him short recordings of touching yourself, sighing out his name, begging him to come and help you. However, there is one he particularly likes…

Big silicone cock is being pushed in and out by the machine he purchased for you to quell your need when your husband can’t be there for you. You are on your stomach, with hips slightly raised and pushed backwards, chasing the toy, and he can see the perfect outline of your pussy, outer lips swollen and puffy, covered in a sticky substance, opening and constricting in attempts to accommodate the girth. Your moans are sweet, so-so sweet, hitting a high pitch, when the dildo falls out and a thick glob of cum substitute escapes your pussy. And then another, and another, messing your thighs even more, ruining the towel underneath you. Yet you don’t stop, reaching behind, and pushing the tip back into your tight warmth, making the toy pick its pace again. It’s squelching, it’s so dirty, but it’s so hard to look away. You give yourself creampie, after creampie, sometimes stopping to collect the substance and push it inside with your digits, fingering, moaning and whining for your husband, wishing it’s his cum sploshing between your walls, breeding you.

Yes, it’s his favorite, almost 4-minute video. Ever the neat freak, he can’t deny you look heavenly when ruined, on an equally ruined bed, begging for his attention and semen. You have to forget about the machine for some time, however, because since then Sunday has been truly devoted to breeding you.

[mzzledmutt]

—BLIND DATE

starring.ᐟ katsuki bakugou x reader

synopsis.ᐟ “a social engagement or date with a person one has not previously met.” After neglecting his personal life for so long, Pro-hero Dynamight, also known as Katsuki Bakugou, can no longer run form the inevitable. With the help of his nosy parents, Katsuki ends up on a blind date with you.

warnings.ᐟ SMUT, fem!reader, pro hero!katsuki, first blind date, drinking, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, creampie, biting, marking, hair pulling, pet names (excessive use of princess), slight man handling, bakugou is a softie at heart, praise, slight softdom!katsuki, breeding

word count.ᐟ 4.8k words

m.mutt 𐂯 please enjoy my brainrot!!

KATSUKI Bakugou was known for many things. His boisterous personality. His bulky, intimidating stature. His impressive and powerful quirk. His less than family-friendly language and his hatred of paparazzi.

You would think being in the spotlight since 15, he would be used to it at this point. Maybe even indulge from time to time but, it’s never been his thing. He makes that fact well-known, constantly. Written and spoken interviews, press conferences, and award ceremonies, he will remind everyone to mind their own business. Especially when it comes to his personal life.

New photos and videos always arrive of the hero, dressed in alleged disguise, flipping off and yelling at the paparazzi. Especially when they get too close to his family and friends. One of his most iconic videos is of his poor father attempting to calm down both his large, rowdy son and his equally rowdy, yet smaller wife.

This strong distaste for the prying eyes and cameras belonging to paparazzi, unfortunately, takes a hard toll on his love life.

Their obsession with publicizing his entire life has forced his hand in many situations. That and the exclusive life he is now forced to lead. One of the biggest downsides of being a hero is the increase in difficulty in your love life.

These few relationships he’s had have all ended one of two ways.

One, in a ball of fury and tears. As a pro hero, Katsuki is often spotted with many people. Typically, people he knows. In bars and restaurants, caught conversating and drinking. Those candid moments are always being televised, even without his knowledge.

Suddenly, his after-work drink with a few friends is skewed and Dynamight is allegedly dating pro-hero Uravity. Resulting in arguments and watching as his partners stormed away.

Two, the spark simmers out. Coming home to put on a front feels exhausting as the days tick by, they both know it. It’s only inevitable until someone’s bags are packed. They’ll cry, holding hands on his couch as he speaks. They’ll go for a hug, only to realize now isn’t the time and leaving is the better option. Soon his apartment is quiet again, leaving him alone.

All of it has turned him away from the dating scene. He’s young and green, with plenty of time to settle down. Except, the consistent pestering from peers, fans, and his own parents is draining. Balancing his hero life, personal and love life all at the same time, was nearly impossible.

“I’m not going out with some chick you designed a dress for!”

“Just give it a try, you brat.”

Katsuki groans, his head rolling back at Mitsuki’s pestering. They were currently sitting in his childhood kitchen, eating brunch as they usually did on Sundays. “You have no idea, you could find the love of your life!” His father chimed in, attempting to add support.

“Maybe you’ll finally give me a grandkid.” Katsuki cringes, shaking his head at his mother’s words. “Look, as your parents we just want what’s best for our little boy. Even if you’re a hulking mountain a man now.”

“I think you should give it a try, she was a sweet girl too. Very well mannered.” Masaru pipes up in Katsuki’s silence.

“Look, just give it a shot. I’ll give you her number and you two can work things out. If things don’t work out you can always try again.” She sips at her hot tea, eyes fluttering shut due to the steam.

“And if I say no?”

“Why do you have to be so incredibly difficult?” Mitsuki scolds as he swirls his spoon in his tea. “Why do you have to be so incredibly annoying?” He muttered followed by a swift pop to the head.

“Ow! Shit!”

That’s how he ended up in this high-end lounge, awaiting a random woman his parents vouched for. He nursed a glass of whiskey, looking over their messages on his phone. Their conversation was rather bland, nothing incredibly enticing but, everyone doesn’t connect over text.

After some time, from his spot at the bar, he sends her another text. It’s only fifteen minutes, there could be traffic. He closes the messenger, choosing to scroll through his social media feed. Occasionally, he lifted his head scanning the area.

It wasn’t a quiet night, the place was bustling with conversation and laughter. Twenty minutes late.

He sent another text.

Everyone is secluded in their worlds, eating snacks and conversing with their loved ones. Their loud conversations exceeded the confinements of their seats. Katsuki was growing impatient.

Thirty minutes late. He’s already attempted to call, being sent straight to voicemail. Was this a joke? Had his parents set him up for some reason?

Glowering red eyes linger across the bar, noticing a figure he had seen earlier. Dressed in a sleek, black dress and nursing a martini between manicured nails. And another text.

Each time he looked in search of his alleged date, his eyes wandered back over to you. Watching as you pitifully looked around, maybe in search of someone like him. His eyes shut as he grimaced watching you pout. Your full, glossed lips jutted out with sadness.

He goes to pick up his phone and sends another message before, shutting the device off. Nearly an hour and a half late, he wasn’t that desperate to pester someone who didn’t care.

“Excuse me.” He calls the bartender. It didn’t seem like this mystery woman would be appearing any time soon so, might as well take a chance. “Lady at the end of the bar,” He gestured toward you. “Another of what’s she’s having, from me.” The man nods, heading off to prepare the new drink.

Katsuki grins seeing your reaction. Confusion washed over your face for a moment before you were directed towards him. Eyes locking for the first time that night. You smile and wave, he reciprocates nonchalantly.

Soon, his whiskey is finished and another is placed before him. “From the lady.” The bartender smiles, pointing his gaze to you once more. You raise your glass in solidarity, your beautiful smile still on display. He raises his glass, as a sort of distant cheers, taking a swig right away.

He watches as your gaze falls to the background, peering around the dim bar before you rise from your seat. Katsuki anxiously shifted in his seat, unsure of where you were going but, his anxiety didn’t settle as you stride over to him.

“Hi.” One word and he’s hooked. Your melodic voice wrapping itself around his brain and heart. “Hey, care to sit?” He offers the seat beside him. “Gladly.” You’re nervous, curt responses give you away along with the slight tremble in your hand.

“What are you doin’ here, beautiful?” He’s starting bold, liquid courage providing him strength. “I was supposed to be on a date. He hasn’t shown.” He ashamedly smirks. “Funny enough, I got stood up too.” He down the rest of his drink.

“What’s your name?” You answer sweetly, a bright smile on your face. He shared it, almost subconsciously. “I’m Bakugou Katsuki—“

“I know who you are. Everyone knows who you are. I’m surprised everyone is being so calm right now honestly.” You laugh and his heart skipped a beat, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a while.

“Places like these are used to seeing pros, they get over it.” He replies, leaning against the bar top. “Not every day one-half of the wonder duo walks through those doors.” You reason, a smug smirk on your face as if knowing you’d won.

“Touché.” You giggle, a sweet sound he yearns to hear again. “Did you enjoy your martini?”

“It was delicious. Thank you, again.” Well-mannered and gorgeous. “Anything for a pretty girl like you.” You flush, thanking him profusely. He orders you both another round, choosing to carry on the conversation.

As you two spoke he fell deeper and deeper into infatuation. “I’m the newest assistant for your friend, Chargebolt. This is only my third month at the agency and I’m tired.” You sip at your drink. “Really? Been so busy I haven’t had a chance to make the trip. Can’t be an easy job though, knowin’ Kaminari.”

“It’s not the most difficult task in the world but, I do have to keep my eye on him like a toddler.” You share a laugh at the comparison.

The conversation shifts to your personal lives. Lamenting on your lack of a love life, work beginning to consume your free time. How your close friends and family have urged you to get out of your shell. Which led to this night.

His hand lays over yours as he showers you with compliments. Deflecting anytime your humble attitude attempted to shut him down. He complimented your dress, you tried to brush him off claiming that the piece was old and unflattering.

“Well, I think that dress is absolutely stunning.” His hand grasps yours, and you reciprocate. “I should know, my ma’s a designer.” He’s almost smug in saying that as if his association with a designer made him the judge of all fashion.

“I’m aware, I’ve browsed her catalog since I was little.” The way your eyes light up talking about particular garments his mother fashioned that she always dreamed of owning. “I think you’d look gorgeous in just about anything.”

“Are you flirting with me Katsuki Bakugou?”

The question hangs in the air for a moment. The two of you leaning into each other's spaces unknowingly. He could smell your sweet perfume from her, the scent filling his senses. “I am, is that alright?”

“It is.” Your eyes flicker down to his lips as you lick your own before sitting back in your seat. Katsuki’s already hooked, still leaning into your space as if entranced by you. He leans back, stuck in an unfamiliar haze of attraction.

That haze seemed to slow the time as he checked his watch seeing he had been chatting with you for nearly four hours. It was dark outside, patrons still lingering in the lounge.

“Hey, it’s getting late.”

“Is there anything I can get you? A ride home? Maybe a nightcap?” The last part was slightly rushed as if he were embarrassed. “A nightcap sounds good, I’m off tomorrow anyway.” The wink you give him doesn’t go unnoticed making his stomach tighten. “Excuse me, can I close our tabs?”

“You don’t have to.”

“Please, let me. Besides that jerk should’ve been here paying anyway.” You sit in silence as he closes you both out of the night and thank him as he helps you to your feet. Bakugou drapes his big coat over your shoulders, holding out a hand which you graciously take.

The contrast of the warmth of the bar and the chilly night air flushes your cheeks. You’re thankful to the hero for his warm coat. “Your hands are really warm.” You mutter as you both stride down the sidewalk.

Katsuki’s notices before you. The stares. People turn to whisper to each other as he walks beside you. Soon, there are flashes and cheers of his name. He rolls his eyes out of annoyance, holding onto your hand tighter as he moves faster. “Can ya’ keep up, princess?”

A small swarm of fans and paparazzi crowd the couple, snapping photos and begging for an interview. He barks orders at them to leave you alone, keeping your face obscured from their ravenous gaze. You blindly follow, rather unphased by the crowd around you.

Before you, a sleek, exquisite sports car sat with flashing headlights. Katsuki opens the passenger door, still blocking you from view as he helps you inside. Once the door is shut, you’re concealed by his dark tint. “Can’t you guys just fuck off, for one night?” It was a rhetorical question, more to himself than the people around him.

He waves at fans along the street, ignoring the money-hungry reporters behind him as he opens his own door and settles into his vehicle.

“I’m so sorry.” He’s met with a soft laugh and a gentle touch to his hand. “Katsuki, I’m used to it. This is a part of my job too, I’m just more behind the scenes.”

“They’re just invasive,” The card engine roars to life, vibrating the interior. “Almost predatory. Going any length for a snippet of gossip.” He groans, leaning his messy blond head against the leather seats. “Bakugo—“ - “Katuski.” He speaks over you.

His head lulls to the side, his full attention on you. “Katsuki. I appreciate all you’ve done tonight.” Plump glossed lips upturned into a smile that melts his heart. “Consider it a late welcoming gift. You’re lucky, I usually send assistants gift cards to a spa.”

You both laugh, a break between the growing tension filling the cramped space of his car as you hold eye contact. His tongue darts to lick his chapped lips, teeth barely grazing the skin before he clears his throat and looks away.

“You sure you still wanna go back to mine?” He asks, buckling his seatbelt and you do the same. “Yeah, it’s just one drink.”

One drink.

Just one drink.

The phrase repeated in his mind almost the entire time. Your voice disrupting his thoughts the only thing keeping him from being completely silence. He drives you to his building. A large, clean structure. Covered in windows, and lights, and well decorated.

You don’t even need to enter the lobby. Katsuki leads you to an elevator activated with a special keycard.

After a short trip, the doors open to this grand place.

You find yourself in awe as you walk through his front hall. His apartment was massive and spotless yet, homey. Although he clearly preferred a more modernized look, it still managed to have the charm and personality of his childhood home.

“This place is ten times bigger than my apartment.” Katsuki laughs, taking his coat from you and hanging it beside the door. “I want to downsize, this was an impulse buy from when I first started. A financial disaster is what I refer to it as.” You giggle, he swoons.

The blond guides you to his kitchen, pulling out a stool for you to sit in at the island. “Are you hungry? I can whip something up.” He offers. “I thought I was just here for a nightcap, not dinner.” You joke, settling down in your seat.

“Well, I like a nice snack when I drink and a lady always deserves a nice dinner on the first date.”

“This is a date now?” You quirk a brow, still rather unsure of what to make of this evening.

“Wasn’t it always? We both had shitty dates who stood us up, we just found each other instead.”

“Yeah, then I guess it is.” You bat your lashes as silence falls over the kitchen for a moment. Katsuki clears his throat and smiles, moving away to gather something to eat. “What’re you making?” You ask seeing as he stands before the fridge. “Nothing.”

“Fresh bow of fruit, put it together today. I can get some crackers and wine, that work for you?” You nod.

“Could you grab the bottle off the counter? Don’t worry about a screw I’ve got one.” You help yourself to sort of peruse his kitchen, taking in little bits of his taste from the pictures and decor before returning the bottle to him.

Katsuki pops the bottle, pouring you both half glasses. You cheers, taking the first drink together and savoring the sweet taste. “I didn’t expect you to like sweet wines.”

“I indulge from time to time, besides it was a gift from my ma.”

“Aww, Dynamight the mama’s boy.” You giggle, grabbing a fresh strawberry and popping it into your mouth. “Oh hush, she gets these kinds of things for free and knows I’ll actually use them.” He’s close, using his elbows to lean on the counter.

“So don’t always do this?” You can smell his cologne.

“Do what?” He can smell your perfume.

“Being pretty girls to your apartment.” The scents colliding are an intoxicating concoction.

“Only pretty girls I like.” A strawberry is held cautiously between his fingertips, held between your space. “You like me, Katsuki?” A rather silly question on your part, he wouldn’t do this for just anyone.

“I do, princess.” He slowly bites into the juicy fruit, keeping his eyes on you.

The sudden bass and rap of his voice along with the intense eye contact fill you with a sudden wave of heat. The facade of small talk became harder to keep up.

It wasn’t long before Katsuki was brazen enough to lean over the counter and press his lips against yours. Your glasses of wine are soon abandoned, sloppily making out as you sit on his pristine countertop. He stood between your legs, hands crawling across your back and hips as you pant into each other mouths.

Soon, you’re both stumbling down his spacious corridor and into his dimly lit bedroom. He lets you go, turning to close the door as you take in your surroundings. Once the door is shut his attention is back to you, frantic hands roaming over each other skin, pulling at the almost offensive fabrics that keep your bodies apart.

Your clothes are eventually scattered among his own on the bedroom floor as Katsuki gently lowers your naked bodies into his fresh sheets. Cradling your head as he brushes his lips along your jaw and neck. You shiver under his touch, calloused hands running along your soft skin, cupping your breast, and rolling your hardening nipples.

You mewl under his touch, legs squeezing his hips to keep him in place. His teeth nip at your jaw, lowering to nip and suck marks into the skin of your neck. Your hips buck against each other, his hardening cock jumping against your dripping cunt.

It was becoming too much. you whine, pulling his attention away from your neck.

“What’s wrong, princess?” His words are followed by more gentle kisses. “Want you, ‘suki.” you pout, eyes watering dramatically. “You want more, baby?” You nod, lips still stuck in a pathetic-looking pout. His right hand moves to your jaw, pinching the bone between a few, thick fingers.

“Use your words.” His voice is strong, and commanding. Yet, loving and soft. “I want more, ‘suki.” He smiles at your muffled words and presses a wet kiss onto your puckered lips. “I’ll give you more then, princess.”

Your jaws sore when he lets go, the feeling of his fingers still remnant in their wake. Your legs fall slack as the blond kisses down your torso, from the valley of your breast to the bottom of your navel. He follows the trail back up and down once more, staring you in the eye.

His eyes shift down for a moment, a wolfish grin forming on his face. “You’re dripping, baby.” He cooes making your skin flush. another whine leaves your throat as you tear your gaze away, trying to focus on the ceiling above you. “No no, look at me.”

“Good. Look at me, baby.” His right hand moves from rubbing at your hips, to gently caressing your skin until his thumb lands on your clit. Your thighs quiver at the sudden contact, your gaze locked on him. Thumb lowers to collect the juices from your cunt, making a show as he brings the digit to his mouth to taste you.

You’re infatuated with the godly figure before you. His pale skin glistens with sweat, muscles unintentionally flexed as he lewdly moans around his fingers at your taste. “‘s so good, princess. You taste so fuckin’ good.”

He makes of show of it, wickedly at your already blissed-out appearance. “So damn sweet, soakin’ my sheets.”

Your eyes follow him as he descends between your legs once more, harshly biting the plump skin before soothing it with kisses.

You’re so caught in your own pleasure, the shock of his fingers prodding your cunt forces a gasp. His free hand moves your thighs onto his shoulders as he stares you down. “Can I?”

One thick finger breaches your cunny slowly, gently pushing in before pulling out. He follows the motions a few times, watching as you gush around his finger. Soon, another is added. Carefully, thrusting into your pussy as he presses kisses to your clit.

You writhe at his ministrations, fighting to keep your eyes focused on the man before you.

He sets a slow and mind-numbing pace, slowly thrusting in and out. The sounds of your slick coating his fingers and your breath moans a chorus to him.

“Yeah? Feel good, princess?” He teases, gaze fixed upon your pleasure-ridden face. Your mouth is agape as strained moans are pulled from your aching chest. He was breaking you apart in two fingers, stretching you open and preparing you for his cock.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight. Gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy, baby? ‘M gonna stretch you open like a good girl deserves.” He declares, mainly to himself. Too lost in how your walls greedily suctioned his fingers back in.

Bakugou carefully leans down to lap at your clit, eliciting a soft cry and an arch of your back. He shuts his eyes as he savors the taste he was beginning to yearn for, suckling your poor neglected clit.

“Katsuki!” You shout, digging your nails into the pillow behind you. “Katsu—fuckk! Please, fuck me, baby! I need you so badly, need your cock so bad!”

He’s devoted to searing your taste into his mind. Messily coating his face and your cunny with a thin layer of wetness. Soon, he’s haphazardly withdrawing his fingers from your salacious cunt, against your protests to taste you further.

Spikes of blond hair bob between your legs, his tongue delving between your folds making you whimper and writhe. His hands grab a hold of your ass, holding you close to his face so you wouldn’t escape. Your back arches from the comforter, keening into his touch.

“God!” You cry as you fall back onto the sheets, fingers grasping for anything to clutch. His pace never falters, gratefully drinking your slick that spilled into his awaiting tongue, then swirling it around your throbbing clit.

“Kat—fuck! Baby—Katsuki!” Your body felt electric, an almost buzzing sensation that erupted from your pelvis and spread through your body. Your wanton moans are loose into the air, eyes shut as your head is tossed back.

You were a gorgeous statuette of pleasure.

You felt as if you bit off more than you could chew. Going out with a pro hero was already anxiety-inducing enough, practical criminal, allowing him to lure you to his apartment with promises of a nightcap, and now naked and wriggling beneath him was driving you to insanity.

And he's not even inside of you yet.

The maddening way his tongue circled your aching clit, inscribing his name into the bud. His blunt nails digging into the meat of your ass, keeping you relatively grounded. His tongue unrelenting stimulating your soaked pussy pushed you to your first orgasm.

A sudden wave of pleasure and the ever-growing pit in your stomach unravels through your body. You grip his hair, keeping Katsuki’s mouth in place as your hips buck into the pleasure. You loudly cry out his name, and a few tears roll down your cheeks as you cum.

He groans into your cunt, eyes rolling at the sweet taste of your cum. His hands rub your skin, easing away any pain left behind by his grip. Slowly, you open your eyes, chest still heaving.

“‘Suki,”

He pulls away, the lower half of his face soaked with slick and spit.

“M’yeah?” You can’t even think of what to say, just laying your head back to catch your breath. “You alright, baby?�� You nod, still returning from your high. Katsuki crawls up to face you, a soft smile on his lips. “You look so pretty.” He cups your cheek, running his thumb along the soft skin.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He quirks a brow, a smirk on his face. “Yeah? I’ll fuck you, baby.”

“I promise, I’ll fuck you real good.” He captures your lips, sharing the taste of you once more. Your tongues are quick to entangle as you pant into each other's mouths.

Your fingers naturally gravitate to his blond hair, keeping him close as you kiss. Your bodies move together as you grind against one another, his hard cock leaking pre cum against your stomach. You’re both growing increasingly needier, rutting and panting like dogs in heat.

Katsuki breaks from the grinding, settling himself between your thighs. The tip of his cock pressed against your clit, spreading his precum as he teases you.

“You want it?”

“I want it, ‘suki.” His grin is wolfish at the nick, happily dragging his cock from your clit to press at your fluttering hole. He groans at the warmth and wetness, your dripping cunt already leaking onto him.

A pathetic high-pitched whine leaves your open mouth as his thick, heavy cock slowly bullies into your heat. Pushing deep into your plush, warm walls. Katsuki is slow, taking his time to ease you into the feeling. His lips are on your breast, kissing and nipping the soft skin.

“More, please.” You whine, your hands moving to hold onto his back. His hips increase in pace, still slow as you hiss once he draws back.

Katsuki slowly molds your tight pussy to his cock, stretching you open to only accommodate him. The sharp pain of your nails digging into his back only encourages him to thrust faster, making you cry out his name. Your cunt loudly gushes around his heavy cock, spilling syrupy juices down your skin.

“God damn, this pussy—fuck—you’re s’fuckin’ tight.” He grits out, grabbing your leg and pushing it back to the mattress. The change of angle causes you to lurch forward, your hands pushing at his shoulders. “Oh my god, Katsuki!” You shout, as his throbbing cockhead smushes against your cervix.

He’s back to sucking your tits, leaving spit-soaked freckled hickeys in his wake. You’re still adjusting to his size, the sudden change in position driving him deeper into your guts.

He’s pressed himself closer against you, his pelvis adding stimulation to your nice neglected clit. You throb around him and cry, fat tears slipping from your eyes. “Y’feel that, baby? I’m so deep in this pretty pussy. Y’feel me in yer tummy, does it feel good, baby?” You’re incoherent, only capable of breathless moans and sobs.

“You look so pretty, all fucked out ‘cause o’ me. Tell me, baby, do I feel good?” His hand cruelly comes down to press on the slight bulge in your stomach, causing your poor cunt to twitch around him. “‘s too much!” You cry out, pushing against him to no avail.

“Too much? You can take it, princess. Can’t ya’?” His pace suddenly grows rough, hips slamming into yours as he fucks into your cunny. He pressed your other leg to the mattress, forcing his cock all the way inside.

You’re mindless. Eyes rolled back into your skull, unintelligible moans and clawing at his skin. The rooms full of thick, humid air, the sounds of your squelching cunt, and a chorus of moans. Bakugou savors this image, in case he may never get the chance to see you again.

He caresses all of the right places inside of you, each thrust full of never-ending pleasure. His wicked tongue in your nipples and sinful roll of his hips push you to the edge. Like a burning fuse, slowly trailing all the way to a firework.

“Y’close baby? Don’t worry, you can cum for—fuck! You’re so fuckin’ wet—cum for me.”

Katsuki’s thrust increases to a maniacal speed, jostling you around his mattress without care. He was chasing his orgasm now, keeping you secure beneath he ruts into you. Heavy balls slapping against your asshole, the rough feeling of public hair against your soaked cunt. You can’t think let alone protest before he’s spilling his cum deep inside of your womb.

Katsuki keeps himself buried inside of you as he changes position, opting to hold you instead. You’re both panting as if you’ve run a marathon, hearts racing and skin coated in sex and sweat. You lay in silence, catching your breath for just a moment.

“Please don’t tell me you’re thinkin’ ’bout leavin’.” He mutters into your hair, rubbing your back. You breathlessly giggle against his chest, shaking your head. “I can’t feel my legs, Katsuki.” He smiles, cheering to himself.

“How about we clean up and get some rest? I’m beat.” A yawn cuts you off as you agree, alerting you to how exhausted you truly are. Katsuki kisses your forehead. “Get some sleep and tomorrow, we can continue this date. That sound nice?” You nod again, and slowly drift to sleep.

“Good. Stay here and look pretty, I’ll run a bath.”

[9w1ft]

i declare

thinking about the tortured poets department the song, and the charlie puth line, and how maybe like, the act of declaring he should be a bigger artist helps place the song into the greater timeline.

because it’s a sort of weird thing to say in 2024 of an artist that’s no longer up and coming.

charlie puth got his start in youtube in the late 2000’s and released his debut single in february 2015. and leading up to that he had several EP’s and promotional singles. it made me curious, at what point might the people en masse start to pay him attention? i checked google trends and as you can see here he gets a huge jump between the 2014 and 2015 data.

(he then gets a further jump toward 2016 when he did a promo single featuring megan trainor, and then doing “see you again” with wiz khalifa. (coincidentally this song becomes one of the guest duets featured in the 1989 tour movie))

and i was looking around at articles from this time period, when i ran into this tasty morsel:

so i clicked on through

take a little ride with me

so to summarize, charlie puth had his breakout star peak over the course of roughly 2014-2016, during which he was up for an award at the 2015 MTV VMAs. he doesn’t win, and in fact, he loses out to taylor herself! later on in the article it talks about him going to an after party and hanging out with taylor selena and others. so it had me thinking, i could almost imagine taylor talking with her friends that year or that night, or even declaring to charlie himself in the wake of his loss and her win, in a giddy manner, at the party they are reported as having talked at, that he deserves more success than he gets. in this way i came to the conclusion that the timeframe of 2015-ish (rather than 2023) really fits the spirit of the lyric “we declared charlie puth should be a bigger artist”

and

yes.

yes fam.

the 2015 vmas was that vma’s.

that vmas.

let me pull quote an excerpt from the billboard article as i included above, just to emphasize:

4:40 PM: Charlie has the good fortune to walk the carpet in the wake of Taylor Swift’s gaggle of supermodel friends, including “Bad Blood” star Karlie Kloss, leading photographers to alternately yell “Charlie! Karlie! Charlie! Karlie!” as if it were a hectic version of Name Game. While on the carpet, Puth chats with multiple news outlets, and later he says of the dealing with the paparazzi, “It’s amazing that we view people in unnatural states and just love it. I don’t really understand it — it just makes me very uncomfortable. But, whatever. I’m so appreciative to be here.”

such a fun convergence of events, don’t ya think?

and just a few extra points i thought i’d add:

first, i don’t know how many of you remember how taylor was behaving that evening, but don’t you think she was giving major golden retriever energy??

both in how she was chasing after karlie that night,

and also… call me crazy but, her hairstyle??

(also she’s in a houndstooth print, har har)

and i can kind of envision this taylor, who brought the whole bad blood music video crew as her entourage, having more than several bars of chocolate at hand for everyone that night, but ending up eating them all herself 😆

and another thing that helps tie the song to this time period (maybe some of you have guessed?) the line “who else decodes you?” is extra apt because… *da da-da daaaaa*

🤗 karlie had just embarked on her coding journey!

on a more solemn note? i don’t think it requires too much of a stretch of the imagination to see “but you awaken with dread” “i chose this cyclone with you” among other lines pointing to the new layer of stress taylor probably was harboring around being with karlie in public. because this is all taking place in the year directly following kissgate 🥺

so there you have it folks! this is why the tortured poets department is a kaylor song to me 😌

[gazsluckyhat]

Sunday Worship

One - Lilies

Had this in my Ideas for a while lol

Sasha has a thing for accents. Always had. Maybe mutton chops too, and cigars.

or

Sunday's are for worship.

The clock on the wall in the briefing room showed ten when the Captain of the American team walked in. He had a RedBull in one hand and a sandwich in the other. Price scoffs at this. A fucking sandwich. He's rolling his eyes and looking around at the other people sat around the table. His own team standing with him in the back of the room. The group laid out in front of him were simple, everyday soldiers that handled everyday missions. He was only here in this room to get interduced and be shown his new office. He had no need to be here listening to the shit show he knew was about to happen. But thankfully is saved by the sudden appearance of what can only be described as a angel.

"Thought you were gonna start without me, huh?" She's strutting towards the captain, files in hand. The captain putting his hands up and taking the empty seat at the table. Price can't help but stare, hard not to really. She was beautiful. Dark hair done up in some artsy way, a pink shirt tucked into black slacks and finished with a pair of heels, that did nothing, she still would've only come to his chin.

"Meeting started at ten chica." Someone calls out. She's rolling brown eyes and setting the files down.

"Well maybe if captain underpants over there could do his own paperwork, I'd be here a little sooner." The group laughs.

"Why would I do it when I have a pretty little thing like you?" He's cooing at her, but shes flipping him off. Price has no idea what's going on. This wasn't how any of the teams he'd ever been on acted. Yeah, they joked and picked but this was different.

"Well this 'pretty little thing' doesn't work for you anymore, Will." He's rolling his eyes. "I've been transferred to unit 141."

"Who the hell is that?" She's groaning.

"Use your context clues Connor. They're right behind you." And eyes are on them. Her eyes are on them. A pretty little smile knocking the breath outta Price. "Everyone, meet Captain John Price of the SAS.

Lieutenant  Ghost, Sargent Kyle Garrick, and Sargent Johnny MacTavish." Connor, at least he thinks its him, watches them for beat longer than the rest. Seemingly studying them more.

"Ghost? That your legal name?" He's spouting out with a chuckle, eyes landing on the angel. She's having none of it though, easily coming behind him and setting her hands on his shoulders.

"Wouldn't tease someone with twice the body count as you honey." She says it in his ear, but loud enough for them to hear, sending a wink towards Ghost. And Price feels the jealousy burn in his chest, chides himself on the fact he doesn't even know her. Worst of all? He's now her boss. Wildly inappropriate. But isn't that the exciting part? He's shooing it out of his head instantly, no place or time for that. She points to the files and then the captain. "Have fun, I left instructions on your desk.""If you'll follow me I'll show you to your office." Then she's turning around and Jesus, the back view is just as pretty as the front.

The only sound as they follow behind her is the sound of her heels clicking on the floor. She waves and smiles as they pass a couple of people.

"Don't think I caught your name lassie." Johnny strides to her side, shooting her his best smile. John can't help the feeling bubbling up in his chest. But the angel just smiles and gives her name.

"Sasha." She pushes open a door and waves them in. "This is your stop." There's five desks scattered around. The one closest to the door is decorated. A flowerily mat is set under the keyboard. A vase full up lilies and a little bowl full of candy sit on the edge. The chair is different then the rest. It's bigger, has more cushion then the others. Clearly belongs to her.

"Are those your favorite?" Kyle asks fingering one of the flowers. She sends him another award winning smile.

"Yes. My father used to always bring them to me on special occasions." She grabs some papers off her desk and hands then to John. "These are just some notes and paperwork for the transfer, Captain. I've laid out any new rules and important information in the notes for you."

"You didn't have to." He says as he takes the paperwork from her, fingers brushing hers. He tries to steady his heartrate as the spark runs up his arm.

"Hush, Captain. It's nothing. You should see how I had to baby talk Will to get him to understand anything." She's waving a hand at the door. "Swear he's only Captain because he's a man."

"I promise you won't have to 'baby talk' me, love." She smiles.

"Oh I know that Captain. I've read your file." She flits to her desk, grabbing several things from the drawer. She starts at Johnny first, hands him a baggie before moving to Kyle. "Here's some things to make the transition a little better." She hands Kyle some protein bars, his eyes widening.

"You were a little tougher Lieutenant." Still, the baggie she hands Ghost is full of candy. And not just any candy but his favorite. Johnny is laughing, his baggie full of Scottish snacks. She saves John for last, her smile wide as she steps in front of him. She hands him a bottle of bourbon. He stutters.

"I don't really drink but my research says this is the good stuff, so I hope you enjoy." And she's stepping back to her desk. They are stuck in place.

"Think 'm in love." She laughs this crystal clear laugh that causes John's heart to skip a beat. Johnny smiles at her.

"Well thank you. Your desks have your nameplates on it and are already stocked with supplies. Kyle, I got the special pens you like as well." John decides then and there he loves America.

[hard-core-super-star]

Hi, I have a request for hailee steinfeld x reader:

Reader is the type of celebrity that hates that she's a celebrity(hope this isnt confusing), so when it comes to doing press tours and interviews and going to award shows and so on, she is rarely at them. But when it comes to her girlfriend, Hailee. She attends.

stars by the pocketful [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: hailee steinfeld x reader

summary: going to crappy award shows was never something you found enjoyable. lucky for you, your girlfriend takes it upon herself to change that.

warnings: none, just fluff; very vague mentions of anxiety; vague descriptions of famous people being jerks; i still can't write endings

wordcount: 1.7k

a/n: yes, the summary sucks but that's only because the request IS the summary. this is technically set during the 2024 grammy’s but it's not very expanded on…and yes, the taylor cameo serves no real purpose besides making me laugh. hope you enjoy and thank you lovely anon for the request <3

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There were so many better things to be doing on a Sunday night. Maybe going to the movie theater or to a random concert or even just taking a stroll down the beach. Anything and everything would be better than being at an overwhelmingly loud (yet underwhelming in all the other categories) award show.

You know you should enjoy events like these, not only is it a part of your job but it's an opportunity to celebrate the unique talent that fills every industry you happen to either admire or be a part of. However, they're also the one place where all your emotions are capitalized, no matter how big or small your reactions are.

Again, it's part of the job. But it doesn't mean you have to like it.

Although, you will admit, out of all the award shows you’ve been to since meeting Hailee, the Grammys are usually the most bearable. Maybe it’s the people involved or the performances or the bright smile on your girlfriend’s face that no amount of chaos can wipe away.

You can’t say that you’re as unaffected as she is but you’re definitely making an effort to focus on the good instead of the bad…and there’s a lot of bad in your opinion.

You don’t get the chance to dwell on those thoughts for longer than a few seconds since Hailee slips her hand into yours and gives it a reassuring squeeze. You turn your head away from the stage to find her looking at you, her eyebrows furrowed as if she’s studying each and every one of your features. You don’t have to say a word for her to notice your discomfort.

She’s way too good at reading your emotions, especially at moments like these.

She leans in toward you while the current performance comes to an end but the applause that fills the room is nothing compared to the sound of her voice. “We can leave if you want.”

You shake your head almost as soon as you hear her whispered words. “I’m fine.”

She opens her mouth, most likely to point out the fact that you’re lying, but the cameras cut to commercial and the room comes alive once again. It’s not the commotion that distracts her but the tap on her shoulder that’s followed by a friendly voice.

This time you’re the one who gives her hand a reassuring squeeze before she turns to face Taylor. The blonde in question offers you a warm smile before sweeping your girlfriend up in a lively conversation. You watch the exchange for a few seconds, completely in awe of the way Hailee seems to come alive while she talks about her music.

“I’ll be right back,” you whisper to her, not wanting to distract her.

Your hand slips out of her grasp before you make a beeline for the closest bathroom. Unfortunately for you, your path to peace and quiet is blocked by too many people who definitely don’t like you. You’re not sure what part of your personality isn’t up to their standards today but you do your best to ignore their disdainful looks while you slip past them.

Ignoring their looks is easy. Ignoring their not-so-quiet comments proves to be significantly harder.

You’ve been in this business long enough to know you shouldn’t waste your time trying to prove yourself to people. Especially people who don’t care enough about you to actually try to get to know you and instead get their information from social media or made-up articles from untrustworthy sources.

But just because you shouldn’t waste your time on them doesn’t mean their comments don’t sting a little…or a lot. A sting that's particularly painful when the before-mentioned comments are made by friends of your girlfriend.

You finally make it to the bathroom, quickly stepping inside and taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart. Your steps are slow and calculated as you approach the sink and, thankfully, when you look up toward the mirror, the reflection that greets you seems cool and collected.

It seems you manage to get yourself under control at the right moment since the door swings open a few seconds later. You pretend to be busy checking the small amounts of makeup on your face when the person speaks up.

“Hey, there you are.” Your shoulders immediately relax once you realize who it is. “Is everything okay?”

You nod, not yet turning to face her, knowing you won’t be able to fool her if she sees your face. “Yeah, I just needed a break.”

You hear her sigh before the sound of her heels against the tiled floor reverberates around the room. So much for trying to fool her.

“You don't have to lie, baby. Tell me what’s wrong.” Her warm hand wraps around your forearm and you meet her eyes through the mirror in front of you. She doesn’t try to pull you toward her. Instead, she gives you time to decide what you need from her.

“I'm just a little overwhelmed,” you confess before following it up with a joke. “I can't believe so many people like talking about us.”

You crack a small smile at your joke, hoping Hailee will smile too but she doesn't. “Did someone say something to you?”

This time you’re the one who sighs.“Nothing I haven't heard before, Lee.”

“Wh-”

You shake your head, effectively stopping her before she can say anything else. “It doesn't matter who. I'm fine.”

You emphasize your point by finally turning your body to face her. Unfortunately, the subtle signs of your unease become perfectly clear now that she’s able to look directly at you. Her hand drops down from your arm to your wrist, drawing slow circles on your pulse point and noticing how fast your heart is still beating.

“You're clearly not if you're hiding in the bathroom instead of being out there with me.”

“I'm that easy to read, huh?” You take the smallest step forward, encouraging her to drop your hand and wrap her arms around your waist instead.

“Only to me, baby.” She pulls your body closer to her before placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “You don't have to hide how you feel with me, alright? I won't be upset.”

“There’s nothing to say, I’m just being dumb.”

“Don’t say that. It’s not dumb to be upset when people say shitty things about you.”

You would love to agree with her but it’s not like it’s anything new. Your disdain for most celebrity experiences like award shows and fancy parties has earned you quite the reputation, not as an introvert, but as a stuck-up brat who doesn’t realize how lucky she is. Dating Hailee has only amplified that reputation with the added little bonus that now you’re also labeled as a ‘golddigger.’

You’re pretty sure that ridiculous rumor was started by Hailee’s PR team to try and stop her from making your relationship official. Their strategy backfired tremendously in regard to your relationship but unfortunately, you’re still dealing with the fallout in the form of backhanded compliments and ill-natured questions.

“Hey.” The feeling of her hands caressing your back brings you back to reality. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Do you ever regret this?” You blurt out before you can stop yourself. “Choosing me? Coming out?”

“I think you know better than anyone that my closet was made of literal glass,” she jokes, successfully getting you to smile despite yourself. You’re rewarded with that subtle shine her eyes get whenever she talks about something she loves. In this case, it’s you. “y/n, you don’t ever have to worry about me regretting being with you. I love you. My love isn’t conditional or superficial, it’s real, no matter if people think it’s a good business decision or not. I don’t care about any of that, I just care about how we feel.”

“You’re giving Emily Dickinson a run for her money with that speech.”

Your comment gets a laugh out of both of you. Her previous words paired with the sound of her laugh and the affection in her eyes are more than enough to get you to forget all about those fake people and their stupid comments.

You lean forward and capture her lips in a sweet kiss that’s full of all the things you love about her. Her warmth, her unparalleled joy, her loving touch. All the things you never thought you would find until Hailee stumbled into your life.

“I take it you’re feeling better,” she says with a smile once the two of you pull away.

“I am,” you confirm. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, my love. I’d be a horrible girlfriend if I let you continue to feel miserable.”

You lean in closer until your head is resting on her shoulder, your breath ghosting the skin of her neck. You stand in silence for a few seconds as you both enjoy the serenity that fills the space around you.

“Sometimes I wish we could pack up our stuff and move to the middle of nowhere for a few months,” you whisper.

Your girlfriend doesn't skip a beat. “Let's do it.”

“Hailee…I was kidding. You know we can't.”

“Yeah, we can. We can rent out a place, wherever you want, and not tell anybody. Not our families, not our teams, and definitely not the paparazzi. If it's a break you want then that's exactly what I’ll give you.”

You lift your head from her shoulder, staring at her with furrowed eyebrows and barely contained excitement. “What about the Oscars? And all the other award shows you've been invited to?”

“First of all, we have been invited to them,” she corrects you while she tucks a few stray pieces of hair behind your ear. “And second of all, none of that stuff matters more than you. You're all I want and nothing sounds better than escaping all this chaos with you for a few months.”

“You’re sure?”

Her response doesn’t come in words. She only nods before kissing you again. Her lips taste of sincerity and adventure and a slight aftertaste of cinnamon.

“I’m sure, baby,” she murmurs against your lips just in case you have any doubts. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

[saunne]

HSR THEORIES - PENACONY ANALYSIS

I guess I'm late to the game, but I'm normally a lore gremlin for Xianzhou lore, not Penacony lore. Anyways, don't expect something very elaborate, but you'll be able to find :

Reflection on the period based on history (Penal Colony)

Reflection on the period based on fashion (NPC in trailers)

Reflection on the period based on architecture (Art Deco)

Reflection on the period based on cultural shift (Railway Mania, Department Stores)

Reflection on lore based on Literature (Jules Vernes, Herman Melville)

Reflection on lore based on Philosophy (Idealism, Utilitarianism, Transcendental Idealism)

Everything under the cut as always since I tend to babble.

The name "Penacony" possibly comes from the phrase "penal colony".

I'm certainly not the first to make the connection, but "Penal Colony" inevitably brings to mind Australia. This idea of "Space Australia" is also reinforced by the names for the characters we know at the moment, with a very clear English etymology : Sunday, Robin, Gallagher, Firefly.

The use of Australia as a "penal colony" by England took place after the American War of Independence, so we start with a period around 1780 to ~1870.

We didn't get to see a lot of NPC outfits in this very short clip, but what little there is could actually correspond to a period like this. However, we had a little more hints in Honkai Star Rail - Penacony Trailer | Game Awards 2023, where we see Acheron at the reception of the Reverie hotel :

This NPC in particular is interesting, because of her gloves. It's called "evening gloves" or "opera gloves". They were popular during the Napoleonic period (1800-1825) but were also very fashionable in the last two decades of the 19th century, i.e. 1880-1900 and before WWI, i.e up to 1910.

In terms of temporality, it is also important to note what concerns the architecture of Penacony.

It was noted on Reddit that the style of architecture could be reminiscent of the French Art Deco style, an architectural movement predominant in the 1910s to 1920s. Art Deco is said to have represented "luxury, glamour, exuberance, and faith in social and technological progress", so quite fitting for Penacony. Key features were : geometric/sleek designs, bold colors, luxurious materials, things that we find in the previews.

We'll have to wait to see more from Penacony, but it might be interesting to see if there is also any inspiration from the previous movement, Art Nouveau 🤔

Another architectural thing :

Look up and see the metal tracks crisscrossing the skyscrapers and the Spheroids rapidly rolling along them. They are the most visible means of transportation in this dreamscape metropolis and guide guests to each and every place around the city. [x]

This part about the Spheroids is interesting, because during this period (starting from 1825, with a peak in the 1840s), there was in France and England what we called the Railway Mania.

This is a point of interest because the Railway Mania saw the the arrival of the railroads in Paris. When it happened, this caused another major cultural shift : the rise of Department Stores. There is even a well-known french novel on the subject, called Au Bonheur des Dames (The Ladies' Delight) by Emile Zola.

The end of the 19th century is also the period of birth of modern advertising and given the number of things that we see plastered all over Penacony, I think I can say that we are on the right track/period.

So, in terms of rough "era", we can go from 1780 to ~1920, so mostly the 19th century (1800-1900).

Speaking of period culture and Penacony in general, we currently have a Relic Set which I will use for the rest of the post: Penacony's Dream-Seeking Tracks

Opening a window no longer show a view of the stars in the deep sky, but of the city's shifting streams of light and shadows, holding up the constant echoes of giant clocks and theaters.

Okay, let's start with some details that I only noticed because I come from a literary studies background. I'm not going to lie to you, it's far-fetched, but stay with me, I promise it's interesting.

Giant clocks and theaters made me think "steampunk" works, whose setting are often set in an alternative history of the Victorian era (~1837 to 1900, so right in our period). One of the pioneering writers of the genre, “proto-steampunk” so to speak, is Jules Vernes, considered one of the "father of science fiction".

Remember Spheroids ? : "Spheroids are regarded as both vehicles and as toys in the land of dreams. However, few remember that the Spheroids are actually imprisonment cages — the vehicle towards dreams are tools originally used for locking up prisoners."

One of Jules Vernes' best-known novels is Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas, a science-fiction aventure novel the majority of which takes place aboard the Nautilus, a submarine belonging to Captain Nemo. And interesting thing, "he also tells his new passengers that his secret existence means he cannot let them leave — they must remain on board permanently" ; They are prisoners in the Nautilus.

On another point, Jules Vernes is also considered as having had a strong influence on the surrealist movement "in which artists depicted unnerving, illogical scenes and developed techniques to allow the unconscious mind to express itself. Its aim was, according to leader André Breton, to "resolve the previously contradictory conditions of dream and reality into an absolute reality, a super-reality", or surreality"." Quite fitting for our dream planet.

For the next one... Well. I have no excuse for this one, it's even more far-fetched. But so, we remain in the literary universe.

The water from the spring turn into a giant whale and swim through the halls.

Giant whale made me think of one thing almost immediately : Moby Dick, by Herman Mellville, published in 1851 (once again in our era of interest). Moby Dick is a "sea novel" centered around the figure of the hunt of a whale. It's main themes are the limits of knowledge, fate and free will, nature and man, race, fellowship, and enslavement, madness and religion [x].

I wont copy and paste the whole shtick but I send you check again The Family description from the Data Bank.

With that, we're done with literature... so it's time to move on to something else wonderful and terrible, the greatest enemy of my high school years (when you have to do it for 8 hours a week, it quickly becomes tiring), I named: PHILOSOPHY.

For a transcendent experience, for an inspirational excitement, for the soothing of worries and wounds — guests of the highest caliber come to surrender their pain in exchange for peace and tranquility

I'm not going to dwell on that for too long, quite honestly. I'll just... put that here for you to do whatever the fuck you want with it.

Idealism : "Idealism in philosophy, also known as philosophical idealism or metaphysical idealism, is the set of metaphysical perspectives asserting that, most fundamentally, reality is equivalent to mind, spirit, or consciousness; that reality is entirely a mental construct; or that ideas are the highest form of reality or have the greatest claim to being considered "real"

At some unknown point in time, the small cells cut off access to reality, but people's consciousnesses became linked in dreams. In the midnight bell, that shared dream seemed so real, reflecting the sheer hypocrisy of reality.

Utilitarianism : "a family of normative ethical theories that prescribe actions that maximize happiness and well-being for the affected individuals. In other words, utilitarian ideas encourage actions that ensure the greatest good for the greatest number."

Those who follow the "Harmony" Path admire understanding, support, and cooperative behavior.

In addition to all previously "said", one of the greatest thinkers of the time, who is also the one at the origin of the definition of transcendent, is Immanuel Kant. His best known work is Critique of Pure Reason (1781), with which "he aims to reach a decision about "the possibility or impossibility of metaphysics".

Metaphysics "is the branch of philosophy that studies the fundamental nature of reality. This includes the first principles of: being or existence, identity, change, space and time, cause and effect, necessity, actuality, and possibility."

This work was the founding work of a philosophical doctrine known under the name of Transcendental Idealism. I'll spare you the convoluted explanations but look at that :

The scenery gradually becomes more and more incredulous, and the senses feel as if one has been lifted by silk. [...] The guests finally realize that they were never awake, but are instead witnessing Penacony's true nature in a dream — a place where time stops in a neverending dreamscape.

"Kant means that his philosophical approach to knowledge transcends mere consideration of sensory evidence and requires an understanding of the mind's innate modes of processing that sensory evidence".

"Kant outlines how space and time are pure forms of human intuition contributed by our own faculty of sensibility. Space and time do not have an existence "outside" of us, but are the "subjective" forms of our sensibility".

[dabisqueen]

I recently hit a huge milestone and wanted to take some time to celebrate with a little event!

As you all may know, I've had a pretty rough past year: having been diagnosed with breast cancer, going through several operations and chemotherapy, and overall just feeling extremely devastated. 

Throughout this entire time, you all stuck around, encouraged me, and showed me so much love and support. Without you, it would have been much worse. Thank you to everyone at my side during this challenging time💙

You are the reason I am here, you encourage me to continue, and you are the reason my writing comes to life in this fandom community.

So, this event is all about you. I want to give back to you and put a smile on your face with a free commission.

The Title of this Celebration: Obsession

With this event, it is your turn to be creative. Send me an ask with how you headcanon Dabi would obsess over you.

It can be as smutty as you want or tooth-rottingly fluffy and sweet. This blog features dark content, so you can also include dark ways of how Dabi obsesses over you. You don't have to be a writer or anything; just thirst away! I want to hear your side of the story.*

I will combine all the asks into one big sheet and publish it eventually with proper credit to the original creators: you.

The Giveaway

I will reward two lucky participants with a free commission. Fanartists @/itsmattibad and @/chainslobber agreed to work with me on this. So be excited! Also, please give both artists a follow💙

(It's a free giveaway of a portrait of you and your blorbo. I will share the details with the winners after they have been selected! You must abide by the artist's rules for commission, and they have the right to deny your request. You can work with them to choose something else or decline the commission. In this case, I will re-award it.)

How to Qualify for the Giveaway

You must be following me (this event is for followers only)

You have to send the ask(s) off anon.

My blog is an 18+ blog, so I will not be allowing minors to participate at all. No age on your profile - no entry. Blank profile - no entry. I need to know that you are not a minor. 

Please submit your ideas in bullet-point format only. I can combine those better into one uniform post.

I will only accept entries during the event timeline.

Each ask/submission counts as one entry.

You can send me more than one ask. Each entry will count as one entry to the giveaway. There is no limit to how many entries you send me. The more you send in, the higher your chances of being selected.

I will randomly select after the event ends. I am still in remission and things take longer than usual. So please be patient with me!

(You can also participate in this event without joining the giveaway if you are shy or don't want a commission. You can send the ask on anon. It won’t count as an entry for the giveaway, but I will still include it in the headcanons😊. You can also send off anon and tell me you don’t want to be in the giveaway.)

The Timeline

The event will start Friday, December 1, at 6 pm EST and run through Sunday, December 10th, until midnight (also EST).

*I maintain the right to deny asks that I don't seem fitting for this event. Please be kind and accept that. 

I will use the tag #dqobsessionevent so you can block it in case it's clogging up your feed.

[mayiwritesomething]

Love is an Unfamiliar Name (Pt. 7)

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Wordcount: 2,1 k

Warnings: friends talking about sex, basically an allusion, no big deal.

A/N: In this slightly longer (and quite sad) chapter we have a Pedro who is a bit... let's say a jerk . but along the we will understand why this kind of behavior is happening, I swear haha

PART SIX

——————

Fear (Of the Unknown)

"Neeeeext," Jenny demanded, munching on a bag of Takis while perched on the couch. "I want all the juicy details, girl." You finally met the girls at Jenny’s room on Sunday night after spending the whole day at Pedro’s.

"Well, we have to give the guy credit," Amy chimed in, reclining at the end of Jenny's bed. "I can't even remember the last time you had a sleepover with a man. He must've really impressed you to change your mind."

"Hey, it's not like we were going at it like rabbits," you chuckled, the memory still fresh in your mind. "We talked a lot too. It just felt like any other day, you know? Even during sex, we found our rhythm quickly."

"Have you noticed how radiant her skin looks?" Amy observed, peering at you with curiosity as you sat in the middle of the bed.

"Fuck, you're glowing!" Jenny exclaimed in surprise. "We'll have to find out what his secret is." You simply laughed it off.

"He really paid attention to what I wanted, always checking if I was comfortable," you admitted shyly. "But he could also be quite dominant. And like I said, we had some deep conversations in between... activities," you finished with a silly grin.

"My friend, I have some news for you," Amy interjected with a laugh. "It's a good thing that you finally let yourself date someone you've known for a while, it is way better than with some random shit—and you’re going to have to swallow your pride and admit that this guy was good. You probably didn’t let him know, but he got you on your knees.”

"He got me at least three or four times that I can remember," you chuckled.

"Come on!" Jenny playfully tossed a Taki at you.

"I'd pay to see that," Amy teased. "YOU," she pointed at you, bursting into song, "Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there." She laughed.

"It was definitely a great point of view; I can't deny that." You smiled, feeling a shiver of excitement run down your spine.

"Amy, look at her. SHE IS FUCKING SMILING," Jenny pointed out, munching on her Takis.

"And to think he was so nervous about approaching her," Amy added, causing both you and Jenny to look at her in shock. She realized her mistake.

"WHAT?!" You and Jenny exclaimed simultaneously, eager for more information. Amy tried to backtrack, claiming it was obvious, but you pressed her for details.

"Please don't tell Timmy I told you this," Amy pleaded, disappointed in herself. "Remember that night you were feeling down, and he joined you on the patio? You two spent the night together. He was feeling confused and guilty for maybe mixing things up, so he confided in Timmy."

"And why are you telling this now, Amy?" You snapped, a hint of irritation in your voice. "I could've been having this great sex all this time. Single people also deserve happiness, you know," you added sarcasticly.

"Timmy only told me at the pub! before we went to check on you," Amy explained. "I was mad at him too, ok? But he told him that you're not someone to mess with. If he screws up and you decide to leave, you'll walk away just like you did before." Tim knew you; he had seen you broken before.

"Well… that explains a lot," you mused, recalling your conversations from the previous night when he decided to explain himself.

—

You jetted off to LA for a few days as planned, but true to your workaholic nature, you managed to squeeze in a business meeting during your vacation. After years of toiling on scores and earning some awards such as an Academy and a Golden Globe, you now have the luxury of being selective with your projects. The upcoming project was one you couldn't afford to pass up.

Your conversations with Pedro continued as usual, but as you boarded your flight on Monday, a nagging fear crept in—would he suddenly disappear? You didn't want that to happen; the memory of your past involvement with someone you had a prior connection to still haunted you.

Despite your reservations, you decided to give it a chance. Spending a long night with people you had no attachment to was much easier, you understood why the girls were excited to see you with someone you shared a connection with. And from your conversations with him, you learned that his friends felt the same.

A lingering question plagued your mind: Two different people, same traumas. Could it possibly work?

You pushed that thought aside, refusing to indulge in self-sabotage this time. You were enjoying yourself and didn't want to ruin a good thing. Upon returning to Canada, you and Pedro found yourselves in a rather funny situation—sneaking into each other's rooms like teenagers trying to evade their parents' watchful eyes.

Both of you excelled at maintaining a professional demeanor during the day, and no one would suspect that you were secretly meeting in the middle of the night. You were admired for your serious demeanor, while Pedro's easygoing nature was already known. Despite your differences, you both managed to keep your clandestine rendezvous under wraps, maintaining the facade of being nothing more than good friends.

In the past few months, you have been seeing each other at least once a week, a frequency that felt just right for you. With both of you thriving in your careers, it was important not to let things spiral out of control. So, when Pedro broached the topic of aligning your schedules to spend more time together, you felt a sense of relief. It was evident that he was trying to downplay his excitement about seeing you more often, but you welcomed the conversation, knowing it was a discussion you had also been considering.

You made sure to let him know that after the post-production phase, you would go on tour with Mended Fragments, so it would be harder to meet during these months, but with the tour ending, you would have a break, which he acknowledged and agreed, considering he had his own projects.

—

As usual, you meticulously planned the agenda for the following two weeks, which included a trip to New York to produce a quick soundtrack for a runway show while assisting your team via Zoom. Additionally, you had been invited to the show’s after-party, where Jenny would accompany you, presenting an excellent opportunity for networking and reconnecting with familiar faces, so you had a good feeling about it. During a post sex conversation, you discovered that Pedro would also be attending the same event.

"She's a good friend I made during my time in New York, so I'll finally have some free time to catch up with her. Oscar is also attending," Pedro mentioned, his gaze fixed on you as you both layed on the bed.

"Wow, I had no idea you knew her. Vivienne sounds like a lovely person," you replied. "She was blown away by Rick's show in Paris last season, so she reached out to him to know who the composer was, and that's how we met—even though you didn't ask," you added playfully, planting a kiss on his shoulder.

"I would ask, but you're quite quick, baby," he said, his demeanor distant as if his mind were elsewhere, which made you feel quite bothered.

"Is everything okay?" you asked softly, pulling away from his embrace to look him in the eyes.

"Yeah, it is; you just wore me out a bit, that's all," he replied, though you sensed he was not being entirely truthful. Or perhaps it was just your own mind playing tricks on you. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, you decided to let it go, so you kept talking.

"It'll be nice to see you there without anyone from work around," you said without hiding your smile. "I mean, being able to talk to you without having to sneak around like thieves." Your excitement was palpable.

"Well, baby...” Your smile faded, his tone felt weird. “I think it's best if we keep things as they are now. It's not like we have anything serious going on to show up at a party as a couple," he said, getting up to get dressed. His words stung like daggers, piercing through your skin. "It's almost 7 a.m. I should head back to my room."

"I never said anything about us being a couple, Pedro," you retorted, your tone sharp with frustration. "I simply mentioned meeting you at a party you were already planning to attend. I'm not suggesting anything." You were hurt by his sudden change in behavior.

"Okay. I just don't want us to misunderstand things," he said, noticing the glint of tears in your eyes. "I really enjoy what we have, baby, but it's more of a close friendship with benefits, isn't it?"

You couldn't understand why he was bringing this up out of nowhere. Perhaps it was the tequila you both had indulged in due to exhaustion. While you tried to make sense of his actions, you refused to throw a fit at that moment. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you beg for his affection.

"If that's how you see it," you replied curtly, masking your hurt with sarcasm. "I must have misunderstood, but thank you for clarifying. I guess I'll see you at the party then. I'll be leaving on Monday."

"I thought you were supposed to leave on Wednesday," he remarked, surprised. "So, I won't get to see you?" Closing the distance between you, he attempted to embrace you, now fully dressed, while you stood by the bed, wrapped in a blanket.

"No," you answered firmly.

"I'm going to miss this body," he said, adjusting your hair, his breath tinged with the scent of alcohol. You held back tears, refusing to let them fall.

"Is the body all you'll miss?" you asked, trying to maintain a facade of strength.

"Is there anything else to miss?" he replied, deliberately cruel. It felt as though he wanted to see you break down in tears, solely because of him. He wouldn’t let you win this argument.

"Leave,” you were about to break. “Go have a shower and eat something, you’re fuckin drunk.” Your voice was trembling. You were also quite dizzy.

His gaze lingered on you, taken aback by your response. It wasn’t the plea for attention he anticipated. Why hadn’t you begged for his affection? Though he wanted to express his regret and admit he'd miss you, he needed validation from you. It was then that he realized he had screwed things up. You held the door open, silently urging him to depart. As he reluctantly exited your room, he reached out, attempting to grasp your hand.

"Please, just go," you stated firmly, unwavering in your resolve. And so, he left. Without a word.

Two hours later, after shedding all the tears you had in you, a message from Pedro lit up your phone screen. "Sorry for what I said." You decided to ignore him, but the persistent ringing of your phone indicated that he was calling. Reluctantly, you answered. "What?"

"Babe, I'm sorry.” He started, “I shouldn't have drunk that much. I was upset about work shit that happened yesterday, and I took it out on you—It's not your fault, please,” he added. ” I was a jerk, and I'm sorry for being mean to you. I'm really sorry, baby."

"Okay, anything else?" you responded coldly.

"Baby, I'm fuckin scared—what we have... it scares me," his voice quivered, betraying his own tears. “I don’t want to fuck things up; I truly don’t—”

"Listen, I always make an effort to see things from your perspective, Pedro. I hope you can do the same for me now," You wanted to express more, but you held back. "I don't want to talk to you right now, okay? Can you respect that?"

"Babe, please..."

"Can you respect that?" you reiterated firmly.

"I can. I'm really sorry."

"Goodbye. See you at Vivienne's," you abruptly ended the call. All you wanted to do was cry. Little did you know Pedro was doing the same: crying about the cruel words he said to you. He wanted it to be just a friend with benefits kind of relationship, but deep down he knew it wasn’t, and he was scared. You both were.

“Imagine two complete strangers

Who suspect they were meant to be

Both in need of love and affection

Yet their suspicions prevent something heavenly

Fear takes control — fear of the unknown”

[collegetennisoriginstory]

sorry if this has already been asked before but how do we unlock sam's pov scene?

Ah! For those who can't find the choice that triggers the POV scene, details are under the cut.

If you can find the choice but it's greyed out for you, it's because you need >9 romantic relationship points with Sam.

This 'check' is meant to filter out readers who've absolutely not pursued anything romantic with Sam at all

It's a rather low bar and should allow most readers who've expressed any romantic interest in Sam to view the scene.

I've also put some elaboration on how I'll be transitioning from a "Flirt" relationship system to a "Flag" relationship system with CT:OS at some point, which would change how the game 'checks' for romantic interest.

Note on Flirt vs. Flag system

Instead of collecting relationship points (numerical) via small increases from dialogue options (and larger increases through actions) throughout the IF ['flirt system']

I'll set certain flags to trigger (true/false) if MC makes key decisions to act in a certain way that expresses various forms of interest in the ROs. ['flag system']

I think this allows readers to choose dialogue options that feel more organic/natural to their character rather than feel pressured to always choose bold/shy flirt options, while still providing different consequences of important actions/choices.

It will also mean I will no longer have to not create two identical choices (one awarding 'romantic' points, while the other awards 'friendship' points), which I feel makes no sense at all and isn't really how relationships/conversations with romantic interests work in real life.

I've already experimented with this somewhat in Merry Crisis, but yeah it'll take some time to overhaul / trial this for CT:OS.

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How to find the Sam POV scene, if you need help with that!

You should see this:

Sep 11, 2020. Week 2 of classes (Sat) The weekend is here again.

You'll be presented with the choice of what to do with your weekend:

#Resting, lounging about, and catching up on sleep. #Doing my readings and classwork. #Hanging out with my hallmates.

After this choice, the choice to view the extra Sam scene will be triggered. (Note: if you're not in photography club, you'll get this choice twice, and the extra scene triggers on the second time)

On Sunday night, you and Sam manage to make time to call each other... [rest of paragraph]: #Bonus scene: Sam's POV. (Selectable if Sam_romantic > 9) #Hang up, heading to the bathroom to wash up before bed. (Proceed to next day)

Sorry! It got really long, but I hope that helps!

[paleopinesofficial]

Steam Patch Notes Version 1.2.11

BIG UPDATES

Freya now sells a cooking pot so you can cook on the ranch.

Fixed 'invisible walls' on the ranch after clearing certain types of debris or placing fenceposts.

Fixed broken cooking tutorials when loading saves from before 1.1.18.

KNOWN ISSUES

Rarely, the game day resets to 0, causing the new-game fences and sleeping patches to spawn on top of your ranch. We're still trying to reproduce this but it's top of our list to fix.

Other updates under the cut!

Made steeds more obedient after dismounting. They'll now always resume following if they were following before, and they won't run away when dismounted on the ranch.

Award certain achievements retroactively in case they were missed by playing the demo.

Increased the respawn chance of logs which drop forest wood.

Harvest boosts now apply while mounted.

Stamina now slowly regenerates when sitting.

Changed the flute prompt layout used for controllers to make it more intuitive.

Fixed biome tiles on the ranch not updating/erasing correctly when modifying pens.

Biome tiles will no longer overwrite path tiles.

Mari's dino records are now sorted by species.

All 'weekday' dinos are now 'rare'. Previously most were 'uncommon' but one was 'ultra rare', which was incorrect.

Dinos discovered via tracking will now have an alert (!) to make them easier to spot.

Dino notes can no longer be so long the text becomes unreadably small.

Fixed Lucky only accepting 0 star mangoes for the 'cheer Lucky up with a mango' task.

Fixed Psittacosaurus getting stuck when interacting with cushions on the ranch.

Fixed Coelophysis cheeks staying visible when they sleep in an upgraded sleeping patch.

Fixed small dinos stealing extra seeds (one from each stack) from seed hubs.

Fixed an error causing dinos to be able to spray water infinitely outside of the ranch.

Fixed not being able to spray water outside of the ranch, except by dismounting.

Fixed ranch storage filters behaving strangely after adding items to the 'all' category.

Fixed Owynn's legs moving strangely after skipping quickly through dialog when meeting him and Mari on day 1.

Fixed errors and lost items when sweeping a trough or hub with the broom.

Fixed soil disappearing and/or duplicate seeds if you interrupted a small dino at work.

Dino tilling fixes - hopefully you should no longer be able to escape the ranch!

Fixed sometimes being unable to study desert dinos for a town board job.

Fixed a crash when loading into the ranch if the entire thing is one huge pen.

Improved performance when placing various objects on the ranch or picking them up.

Fixed infinitely respawning tutorial saddle when loading older saves.

Fixed distant LODs of the sandstone wall reverting to normal grey stone.

Fixed an exploit to get infinite items from compost machines and windmills.

Owynn's first visit dialogue is now triggered by interaction with him at his house rather than when you get near.

Changed Pippin's dino companion icon in the journal to the Dimetrodon.

Fixed the pear tree giving the player a pear rather than a sprout when dug up.

Fixed various dino toys where the dino was unable to reach the interaction point.

Fixed dino animations getting stuck if they were interrupted while interacting with a toy.

Fixed various misplaced characters in the Swamp Feast cutscene.

Marlo no longer appears near his house on Sundays while you're meant to be finding him.

The taming tutorial can no longer occur on Mari's budding day or a festival.

Slightly changed the Oviraptor friend call so it doesn't overlap with the 'follow' command.

Disallow stack splitting on non-draggable inventories (e.g. in cooking).

Improved the ranch house upgrade cutscene.

Fixed the "Memory of Mac" quest only taking 4 corn rather than 5.

Fixed floating items on a Wisdom Day picnic table.

Fixed Triassea Picnic food pile donations being lost when loading an autosave.

Fixed being able to access Mari's dino storage from anywhere, which either spawns the dinosaur far away, or causes an error (if you're not in Veridian Valley).

Fixed the Wisdom Day Master achievement not being progressive.

Fixed several typos and misattributed lines in dialog and the quest log.

Many other things too minor to mention.

[destinyc1020]

Sunday Confession:

Tom is not viewed as an actor by some because he is not doing the prestigious roles that can help win stan war arguments. So now the new twist is that Tom is unemployed because no talented director wants to hire him. People can't believe or accept when Tom says he is not interested in doing a role just for award recognition it needs to be a role that challenges him and interest him. More importantly Tom is one of the few young film stars that actually carved out a work life balance.

First and foremost my interest is in Actor Tom. How he conveys emotions and brings the audience along is impressive. There is a reason why most people remember the blimp scene in Avenger, the reunion scene in The Impossible, the death scene in How I live now, Aunt May dying. Tom is also able to do accents really well. I respect actors who understand how important it is to the character and work on it. Tom issue isn't talent, because even in the work that has bad reviews, he is never the weakest link. If Tom couldn't act and didn't have talent we would have seen clips last year with TCR. There were countless people on Twitter who wanted to expose how bad an actor Tom is by showing clips online like they did with Harry Styles, but they couldn't because Tom was never the issue with the show. Tom's issues is that he picks his project based on what appeals to him instead of picking things that for sure will interest the public. It is his choice, but that doesn't diminish how talented I think he is.

Thanks for your confession Anon. 😊

I appreciate your viewpoints. You made some pretty good points! There were just a few things that I didn't quite understand, so I'm going to mention them below.

Tom is not viewed as an actor by some because he is not doing the prestigious roles that can help win stan war arguments. So now the new twist is that Tom is unemployed because no talented director wants to hire him.

I'm sorry but.... Is being in a Solo Film Franchise about one of the most POPULAR comic book characters in history under two of the BIGGEST studios (Disney/Marvel) in the industry not a "prestigious" role? 🤔 Serious question here.

Cuz ummm.... That's not just a small role imo. That's pretty HUGE. It's not some obscure little film or role we're talking about here.

JA Bayona, Ron Howard, Akiva Goldsman, The Russo Brothers, etc. Are they not pretty famous and talented directors?? 🥴

People can't believe or accept when Tom says he is not interested in doing a role just for award recognition it needs to be a role that challenges him and interest him.

But isn't that what MOST actors are doing?? 😅 MOST actors choose roles because of the challenge that it brings them, or because they have always admired a certain director and they want to work with them. Most actors aren't even thinking about awards before they take on a role. Some actors (especially those that aren't as famous as Tom is) are just thinking about putting food on the table and getting their next gig.

Why is Tom being given a hard time when he's basically doing what 90% of actors out here are doing?? I just don't understand that. 🥴

More importantly Tom is one of the few young film stars that actually carved out a work life balance.

I don't get it....Don't MOST actors have this?? 🥴

Keep in mind too that Tom is also very fortunate for being in the Marvel films because he can actually AFFORD to take longer breaks in btwn films (if he wants to) because he has that Disney/Marvel money. Most other actors do not have that. Just saying...

First and foremost my interest is in Actor Tom. How he conveys emotions and brings the audience along is impressive. There is a reason why most people remember the blimp scene in Avenger, the reunion scene in The Impossible, the death scene in How I live now, Aunt May dying. Tom is also able to do accents really well.

I totally agree with this! 😃 Tom really does a good job at conveying emotions really well! That's his strongpoint imo.

Tom issue isn't talent, because even in the work that has bad reviews, he is never the weakest link.

Exactly!!! Tom is very talented. He's never the weak link.

Tom's issues is that he picks his project based on what appeals to him instead of picking things that for sure will interest the public.

But hold on a second.... This is what I don't understand. This is what MOST actors are doing out here. They pick roles that appeal to THEM. 100%! Just listen to ANY actor out here who talks about why they picked a role. You will hear the same thing over and over again.

Plus, didn't Tom audition for Spiderman?? That's a role that "interests the public". So I don't get it. Again, I'm not understanding.... Tom is basically doing what 90% of other actors are out here doing. I don't see the problem? 🥴

Forgive me if I'm coming across as harsh, I just don't understand some of your claims and comments.

Tom is doing what 90% of actors are out here doing. It's FANS and HATERS who are saying that what Tom is doing is somehow "bad". That's what I suspect. He's really not doing anything different from what most actors around his age are doing. 🤷🏾‍♀️

**You all are allowing Twitter to dictate how you FEEL about what Tom is doing. That's my theory.

[goddess47]

NASFIC Con Thoughts

I just spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday at NASFIC - North American Science Fiction convention. This con is run when the Hugo award ceremonies (World con) are held outside the US. Since I live in the Buffalo area, going was kind of a no-brainer… (and the World Fantasy Convention is in Niagara Falls in October, if anyone is looking for a con to attend).

A variety of not-necessarily-related thoughts…

--I recently turned 70 (!) and was worried about being the 'old lady' at the con. Ha! There were more senior citizens than anything… evidently general cons like this tend to an older audiences. The con itself was relatively inexpensive, as such things go, but there is travel and other costs. So there is a certain amount of 'being able to afford to attend' involved.

--while there was a certain amount of diversity, most of the attendees were white and seem to be more men than women. But the con staff that I saw tended toward more female but the tech staff was male.

--evidently, there were about 500 attendees. I would have expected more but I don't quite know why. I'll be interested to see if the Fantasy con is bigger or smaller in the Fall.

--there was minimal or no use of tech to make presentations. That was good that there was no one reading from their power points… but there was so much information that I couldn't catch. Someone who is not an auditory processor would have problems understanding a lot of the presentations. There were regular requests to 'speak up' or 'speak into the mic' from the audience to the presenter or from the presenters when the audience asked questions.

--there were more people wearing masks that I expected. Maybe 5-8% but enough to be noted.

--there was the usual variety of discussion panels. Some were great, some were okay, a few were meh. A couple would have benefited from some thought put into the variety of presenters and what topics they were talking about. But all the panels were good about starting and ending on time.

--the presentations were all in one area of the hotel, which was excellent since I need to work on my own mobility (a whole separate discussion). The vendors and art were in another building I never forced myself to go to.

--the presentation rooms were okay. They tended to be cool, so I had a hoodie after the first day. Again, I didn't go looking too hard but there were no electrical plugs in the presentation rooms and no overt power stations. Maybe the vendor/art space had some of that, but since I didn't get there, I don't know.

--the people were overall pretty cool. I was more of a lurker than a participant, so I didn't interact with that many folk.

--real life events made it awkward to stay at the con hotel, so I went back and forth. That would make me miss out on some of the interactions as well as the evening events. I'm hoping to go to the Fantasy con and stay at the hotel, since the drive is longer. NASFIC was a 15 minute drive but Fantasy will be closer to 45 minutes. It's do-able but the fun is in staying.

--if it wasn't in Buffalo, I'd have to think hard about whether or not I'd attend again… there was a decent online offering this time and I would consider doing that. World Con 2025 will be in Seattle and it looks like 2026 will be in LA, so NASFIC won't be offered for at least a couple of years.

Overall, I was glad to go… it was good to get outside my comfort zone for a couple of days.

[puppywritesthings]

Six Sentence (Easter) Sunday

So remember the Luxx/Loosey fic I talked about? Here’s some of it.

But also some added context for no one who did modern high school theater in the States:

- The Jimmy Awards are the National High School Musical Theatre Awards that take place in NYC where they recognize talent from high school musicals. There are only two awards (Best Performance by an Actor and Best Performance by an Actress) and usually people who make it to the semifinals do well for themselves in their career.

“Ugh,” Loosey sighed, interrupting, “they misspelled my name. Again.” She complained as she flipped through the program. “How many times do they have to be told it’s L-O-O-S-E-Y, not Lucy like Ricardo.”

“At this point, you might as well ask them to change Betty Blast to Ariel Moore too.” Luxx teased, causing the entire dressing room to go quiet.  Whoever was left on wardrobe duty scurried past the actors and left, standing outside to overhear whatever actor drama was to come from it. “Come on, be honest with yourself.”

“Glad of you to bring this up on opening night. And we were having such a fun time as a cast, getting along so nicely.”

“You’re saying this as if it was some huge secret.” Isabelle added, “Girl, we all knew you’ve wanted a lead since freshman year and we all knew you’d throw a little hissy fit about it.”

“I’m not throwing a hissy fit!” Loosey stood up as some of her stage makeup smeared across her face. “When have I ever complained about not getting a lead?”

Luxx unlocked her phone and furiously scrolled through her messages. “I have receipts! Hold up, let me find them.”

“Receipts, mama…” Anetra echoed before immediately packing, heading out of the dressing room. “Also why are y’all still in costume?”

The question remained unanswered as Loosey took the rest of her makeup off, letting her face rest in the wipe a little longer than she thought. She groaned, wondering what evidence could possibly be against her.

“Okay, I guess we’re not getting Steak and Shake after this.”

“Fuck Steak and Shake!. This is more important.” Luxx said as Anetra just shrugged, exiting the dressing room with her bags in hand.

“I’ll text you and Jax to see if you still need rides, okay Marcia?”

Marcia didn’t have time to respond as Luxx finished her scrolling to the top of the cast group chat.

“Here it is,” she quoted, affecting an accent similar to Loosey’s, “‘I’m so happy to be a part of this cast. The only way it would have been better is if I was at callbacks with you all! Alas, Ms. Charles knows my typecast too well to be considered for an important part with, you know, more than seven lines. Someone has to be the comic relief, and that’s me. Can’t wait to not be in all the dance numbers! Hugs. Smiley face. Heart. Sparkles emoji.”

Loosey gasped, completely flabbergasted, “I was being genuine! Maybe you just don’t get my sense of humor. It’s called sarcasm, ever heard of it?”

“And then!” Luxx continued, “ ‘Interesting choice for Ariel, but I trust the vision?’ The fuck’s that supposed to mean?” 

“And look how that turned out. I trusted the vision, and the show’s going great!” 

“Right, because the success of this show entirely depended on your trust in it.”

“As I was saying before I was interrupted, it’s going great!  Everything’s fine. You’re getting all this praise. You’re gonna go straight to the Jimmy’s after opening night,” Loosey mocked.  “At this point, you’re gonna pull a Renee Rapp, go straight to Broadway, and then nobody hears from you until a movie adaptation of your big break gets made.”

The dressing room went silent once again.

“The way you’re trying to convince yourself you’re completely in the right is impressive,” Isabelle broke the silence. “And I envy you for that.”

[permanencia-voluntaria-blog]

The pride in his eyes

1x02

The son of an Earl

The training, exercises and studies he had to complete were absurd, humiliating and so much worse he ever thought. His almost perfect scores awarded him deadly glares and his suggestions for self-improvement have been snorted at best and called fighting words at worst.

His clothes were torned from the climbing exercises, rigging practice, lessons and running up and down for lazy captains. His pocket money was being used mainly in getting sturdier clothes and food. He missed food almost as much as his home. The loneliness was barely held by letters from her mother, some cousins and the occasional acquaintance who remember him none of whom he could share his sorrows, therefore there were just not enough funds. His clothes no longer smelled of her after the several laundry runs and different hand sewing the patches.

The other cadetes did everything they could to exclude or bully him. They mocked his accent, the called him spoiled for being kept in home almost two years and a half more than the usal and made fun of the pastries send by courier from his home that one time. He also received a more than healthy doze of evasion practice.

He developed unknown skills, he learned to distinguish within seconds the best senior to sit at meal time by just by looking at his clothes and that taught him more. He learned to put a attention to things no one would care about, most of the cadets were not a great table or otherwise company. Their entreteinment were at best childish and would refuse his offers to play chess or hear him play music in the most rude fashion. He also learned to put a brave face at unpleasantness in exchange for safety. The seniors were all smelly and with the intellect and maners of a horse, but at least they did not trip him, they only made little fun of him and his food and drinks were never tampered. He also developed a more open palate, the food was barely edible by his standards and still he devour every crumb.

He was angry and hungry a lot of the time and he had not even been allowed to speak to Celeritas or visit home. He understood rank, instructions, manuals, practices and traditions but he thought this was getting far. The dragon was to be his anyway and he had been here almost 3 months. They sent him to a different post than the beasts for his training and was starting to think it was a deliberate effort from the commander to keep him from receiving his right. He was 10 for crying out loud, he was not a child.

Still he persisted, the free time others cadets would use to play silly games he use it to practice Celeritas' favorite pieces (according to his uncle) in the violin and no much else, there wasn't enough time. He hated the schedule that had him up before the first sunlight came through his window and would keep him on his feet until supper, only to repeat again. He hated the old captains and officers who would ask about his uncle or Celeritas just to ignore him after a couple of interactions when his lack of information forced the conclusion of the conversation. In short life only improved when he almost died.

The summer heat made everything seem more tolerable so he made his way to the climbing rock on a beautiful Sunday hoping to find peace and freedom by looking everything from above. He was really happy to discover he was not afraid of heights an that he had an unknown talent for the exercise. His classmates were still better than him, but not by much and he would best them with more practice. He was almost at the middle, just getting around a rounded and tricky part when he heard screaming and the next thing he felt was the rock against his arms, legs and forehead as a swinging body colided with him from the other side. The pain was shocking and it radiated from the original point of impact. He lost his hold and got hit several times in the arms and legs until they stopped moving.

He removed his hand from his face and head and saw the unconscious body of an officer. He had his face scratch and bloodied from the fall, his hand bent in an awkward pose and his clothes covered in mud.

The officer was a thin and short men with brown hair and plainly out of his weight, there was no way he could pull him down. Carefully and slow he went down and run the best he could while trying to not aggravate his injuries. The rest was a blur, someone saw him, they took him to see the doctor and was questioned some more before he was given food and something for the pain. Maybe if he had been more consious he would have notice that some of his classmates came to see him and that a golden dragon came and went during the night, but by the time he woke up the next day everything had settled.

He went to his room and wondered if he had the strength to go down for food before falling asleep again trying to avoid his patched cheek. The night was almost over them by the time he raised again and he was pleasently surprised to find a food tray and some biscuits next to his bed, and when he finally went down next day to see what schoolwork he had missed his classmates had already talk with his professors and collected the worksheets. Some officer even offered to take him home for a visit when he was sent for courier duty the next weekend when he saw him in the mess hall. He was almost happy to smell his roomates while he was getting ready for bed and his sleep was filled with hopeful dreams and dragon.

[denimbex1986]

'Taylor Swift fans are at it again. The superstar surprised the music world during the Grammy Awards on Sunday night by announcing the release of a new album, The Tortured Poet's Department, and the internet quickly got to work in trying to pick apart the 'secret meaning' behind the title.

Fingers immediately started pointing toward British actor Joe Alwyn, who dated Swift from 2017 until 2023. What people weren't expecting, however, was for Irish actors Paul Mescal and Andrew Scott to somehow get caught up in the mix.

But Swifties work in mysterious ways, and within hours a group of them had tracked down an old video of Alwyn and Mescal discussing a Whatsapp group they used to have with Scott. The name of the group chat? Tortured Man Club.

Mescal, a Co Kildare native, brought up the chat during an interview he and Alwyn had with Variety in 2022. Scott, from Dublin, apparently started the group after Alwyn was cast in Conversations With Friends.

"What's the name of the Whatsapp group we were in? Tortured Man Club," Mescal says to Alwyn in a video of the interview. The pair laugh and make jokes about Scott before Alwyn reveals that they had stopped using the chat. "It hasn't had much use recently," he says, to which Mescal jokes: "I feel like were less tortured now."

Alwyn also spoke about the group with GQ that year, saying that the name was a reference to his and Mescal's characters in Normal People and Conversations With Friends, which were both adaptations of Sally Rooney novels. He reached out to Mescal and met him in Dublin after the group chat was made, presumably to get his advice on playing a Rooney character.

Now, some Taylor Swift fans are saying they hope he can still lean on the chat - even if it is no longer in use. Clips of the interview have been circulating on a variety of social media platforms since Swift dropped the album name, and many seem convinced that The Tortured Poets Department is a direct reference to the chat.

"Taylor’s new album being called The Tortured Poet Department when I know Joe alwyn was in a group chat with Paul Mescal and Andrew Scott called the Tortured Man Club," one X user wrote. Another said: "Finding out Joe Alwyn was in a group chat called the Tortured Man’s Club is my villain origin story."

Another fan quipped: "I hope for Joe's sake that he still has that group chat. I feel like he's gonna need it."

The breakup between Alwyn and Swift was reportedly amicable, and her new romance with NFL star Travis Kelce has been highly publicized. However, many expect the new album to have some digs at Alwyn - and Swifites will no doubt be busy drawing conclusions again when it drops on April 19. Let's just hope this is the last Mescal and Scott have to do with it.'