#but everything's just SITTING on my hard drive

[theotherchaospixel]

TW: some arachnophobia near the end

Look, I don't know what else to tell you, I've studied it; all manner of glyphs, of languages, of cant & song, all sorts of dialects & accents, none of them can really solve our problems, much less yours or mine. Magic has its place, & it's outside of my house. I have a knight friend who recently got that new Joffrey of the Forest special, that enchanted jar filled with a book or two's worth of scrolls that give the power to reach out into the Great Ether & pluck out answers & ideas in response to anything you might say... Alicia I think they were calling it... and, call me crazy, but I don't really need a jar that's always listening to me, even if can keep track of time with slightly less effort than a hourglass or sundial. And moreover, half the time it doesn't even do what that snake oil salesman says it should: I could ask it something like "Are onions lethal to my dear Blueborb familiar Bocifer?" and it would take a few seconds, shine with a familiar blue flame to tell you it was working through its manuscript of scrolls, and tell you in that eerie, uncanny, seething screech "Sorry, I don't know." And it is always listening, that's how it knows when it is being called, how it can tell to start running through its manuscript. Sets me on edge. All for the sake of a little more gold in the vault of an aristocrat.

What really irks me & shocks me to the core though is how seemingly okay with everything everyone seems to be... I mean, I get it. It's hard to be appropriately mad, hard to feel appropriately mad, for so long, so consistently, at a so so many things. There was all this hubbub about the new king, and, first of all, screw that guy, but second of all, its just really not my field; that was always something for ambassadors & chancellors & paladins & all those religious & political types. My thing is magic, not really the same thing. I can say that with the king's fetid approval of that Reptole - at least, I suspect he's a Reptole, a lizard guy, only thing to explain all the problems he's got pretending to be human - but that Reptole whose claim to fame is a name, we are definitely not headed in a great direction, at least not one that gives me a whole lot of hope.

I mean, that Reptole's whole thing was that new enchanted horseless carriage which he claimed was sword-proof, bite-proof, slash-proof & claw-proof & even fang-proof; that new carriage which acted as part guillotine if you interacted with it's storage incorrectly, which is to say at all; that new carriage which, after only a few days of use, would begin sparkling & throwing glitter everywhere indicating that one of the spell scrolls had deteriorated too quickly; that new carriage which is a nightmare as a pilot, due to his brainless decision for the sake of a little more gold that all spell control macros - you know, the ones that help you drive the thing - would operate via spell, rather than artifice, via magic rather than instant-feedback woodwork, thus ensuring panicked pilots have no idea how to do what they need to do in emergency situations; that new carriage - which I heard from other wizards - explodes in a great fireball comparable to those of dragons if you leave it along for too long; that new carriage which - speaking of dragons - would cost naught but a dragon's hoard just to earn the privilege of seeing the inside of, to earn the privilege of all it's faults. That same Reptole also spent a hoard himself getting ahold of that carrier pigeon network, because he didn't like that people said mean things to him sometimes, and in spending said hoard, made what I would charitably call... unusual decisions, immediately ensuring that the handful of people who previously earned money off of it or gave money to it would stop using it as quickly as possible. I mean it feels like common knowledge that he's earned nothing in his life, & sits upon a throne of lies, cheats, & theft, and, from my place as wizard, he clearly has absolutely no idea what he's actually talking about. And he gets to be buddies with the new king. For the sake of a little more gold. Fun.

On the subject of message transits & the webs these spiders weave to connect us flies, there's the now long dead Vineyard delivery system, which I'm sure many of us still mourn due to its then-novel approach to literal bite-size information transit, where you could just visit your local vineyard and just pick out grapes, hops, blueberries, of all different flavors, of all different messengers, of all different creeds. It sucks that everyone saw how popular that system was & decided to attempt to make their own versions for the sake of a little more gold, all of which have already spoiled since their planting, and because we craved & still crave the original flavor so badly, I feel like maybe we didn't realize how drunk the subpar copycats made us.

There's the Facionomicon system made by Markules, which - I know we joked when he may have actually gone to the dungeons for his wrongdoing that he may infact be a Reptole in disguise... that's neither here nor there - which he original wrote just to get his hands on wenches. There's the Scribo Instantis system of sigils which got popular directly after the original Vineyard developers stopped growing their vineyards. There's the aforementioned carrier pigeon system. There's the Vestri broadcasting sigils that had its start... jeez, was it really 18 years ago?... those sigils which nowadays are mostly just used as a mechanism for Mister the Minotaur's plays, which are really kinda all the same business-disguised-as-charity thing now. And... I'm digressing, the point that I wanted to make was because of all these new innovations in magic, so many people seem to either assume magic can solve all of our problems or realize that in many ways magic is the cause of all our problems. I don't think I should really weigh in on that, again, I don't think it's my department, I'd just as soon leave it to the artificers & astrologists & diviners. I can say that because of what magic has done, everyone nowadays is constantly struggling with this inner question of what a problem really is, what solutions could solve it without introducing so many more, & for me personally, I often wonder if there's a way out of this mess that some of us have made for the rest of us.

And geez, don't even get me started on the Self-Actualizing Glyphs that seem to be EVERYWHERE now. I hate them. I hate them so so much. I look around and listen to the whistles of the pigeons & to the calamitous & raucous whispers from the Vestri sigils, & to clamours elsewhere, and it seems I am far from alone, that almost no-one actually likes their incessant & nebulous omnipresence. Speaking as someone who knows magic & also has eyes, the Animate Paintbrush SAGs are ugly. Ugly, ugly, ugly. I've seen insides of a troll more appealing. I've seen dragon mouths & giant spider webs & vicious hornets nests & beehives prettier. And I can't even explain it; I make the mistake of viewing a Vestri broadcast comedy act on the Animate Paintbrush SAGs that pop up within the pages of the Facionomicon, and there's a visceral part of me, a beast or spider which crawls along my spine & drinks from it, which massages my brain with the discomfort of a spoiled fruit, which assaults my eyes with the gentle, violent touch of a Gelatinous Mass. Ugh. Ugly as sin. And then you hear the comedy act explain that in response to the depictions within the Facionomicon, there seem to be hundreds of people who just... accept it... and it's probable that these people are simply simulacra, Prometheons, animated only by more Self-Actualizing Glyphs, all resulting in a section of the world where no-one speaks to no-one. All these things, and yet continuously you see new posters for the newest pocketbook, and they say "ooo look at us, we have a SAG now! buy our stuff!" and I have to ask why. Why, why, why, why, why? There's entire acts in the Vestri sigils that people put effort into not bothering to make, using SAGs the entire way through their act, forgetting that soul & heart & spirit is where the real magic is.

Everywhere I go nowadays, it just... it seems my beard has grown an inch longer, my hair a bit whiter, my hands a bit more calloused, my sight just a bit worse... & everything, everyone, everywhere, is demanding not a slice, but the entire pie of what little time I may have left on this world... and... I decide put all this time & effort into the practice of magic. I've seen it contorted into mechanized horrors one could only dream of, or see in nightmares, I suppose. It seems that a small handful of people with a dragon's hoard or two from their grandfather's grandfathers have decided that they're going to make everyone else miserable for the sake of a little more gold, as has always been the case, and... in all this turmoil & advancement, I think maybe they forgot that real magic demands personal sacrifice; every time you choose to make magic happen, you lose a bit of yourself to bring it into being, and... that very act makes that part of you immortal. Empires rise & turn to ruin, but the simplest of creations, the smallest artifice of woodwork, the most minute weaves of story can last forever with just a little bit of heart, a little bit of soul. Even if your memory fades, even if no-one knows who you were, even if no-one ever gets to grasp the flecks of dust that once surrounded your being, real magic lasts forever.

Wizards have as much faith in magic as software designers have in software - none at all. A wizard is explaining to the rest of the party why they won't use magic to solve all their problems.

[mysunshinetemptress]

Smarter

Smarter insight 1 insight 2

Leah Williamson x reader

Warnings: Cheating, talks of IVF, definitely could have been better so might edit it later but here we go

You’re crying again, you didn’t think you could cry anymore but the tears running down your puffy red cheeks say otherwise.

It’s heartbreaking the sight of you curled up on your bed, wrapped around Leah who hasn’t cried since coming home from the check up.

It’s another fail in your IVF journey, you’ve failed again, you have failed Leah again but still she’s here comforting you.

She lays there with you wrapped around her until she thinks you’ve finally fallen asleep and then she tries to slip out, away from you, from your constant tears that she can’t take anymore m, she needs to get out and the best thing she can think to do is to go for a run.

Only you stir “Le, where-where are you going.” Leah freezes the floorboards creeking slightly “I-i just I need to go clear my head it’s-I just need to go for a run.” You want to ask her to come back to bed to stay with you, to tell her you will get through this together, that it’s better if you do but that’s selfish and you have been so, so selfish recently. “Ok.” You say quietly and with that small nod of approval from you Leah’s gone.

Leah doesn’t know how long she’s been running for when she first spots HER and for the first time all day her mind is void of you. SHES gorgeous, absolutely stunning and she’s running right towards her.

Leah doesn’t know what comes over her as she does a u turn to chase after the gorgeous girl that’s just smiled her but she finds herself running beside her, her eyes flicking between her and the path before SHE stops.

“Hi.” Leah stops her hands on her hips sucking in air “I’m sorry I just-I saw you and I thought wow and, and.” SHE laughs and before Leah knows it’s they are sat in the park cafe chatting and laughing, Leah doesn’t know what time it is and frankly she doesn’t care this is the first time in weeks she’s laughed and not had to deal with a crying wife.

Everything is so nice and easy until SHE questions why Leah was running g so fast. “I-I’m going through something, my-my wife and I are going through something.” SHE reaches over grabbing Leah’s hand stroking it softly “it’s ok I’m sure it will workout.” Leah shakes her head “I-I don’t know if it will, my wife she-she’s in the middle of IVF and it’s not working-it never seems to work.” SHE softens “That’s not your fault, you can’t do anything about it.” Leah shakes her head “But am I not an asshole for just leaving her-I mean she’s at home crying and I-I’m here.”

SHE shakes her head “You need comfort too, she’s actually being selfish not comforting you as well, I mean it’s hard for you too.”

The conversation continues and SHE continues to “comfort” Leah telling her it’s going to be ok, their hands don’t part even after the Cafe owner throws them out.

“My house is just across the street.” It’s all Leah needs to hear before she’s sitting at the kitchen another tea in hand as SHE flits around content on cooking.

Leah doesn’t know how or when it happened maybe after SHE brought a spoon to her lips begging her to try the sauce but suddenly they are kissing, and then suddenly Leah is pushing HER through the bedroom door.

Leah knows this is wrong as she strips, as she twists off her wedding band and throws it towards her cloths but SHE’S gorgeous, the voice the tiny small voice screams in the back of her mind as they push forward, it scream about you, how you are still there, still at home crying, but SHE’S not SHE’S not crying not seeking comfort and draining Leah’s every emotion, no SHE’S soft and her lips are plump and her breast are perfect and SHE’S not crying and begging to be held, SHE’S not begging to be told it’s going to be ok as another round of IVF fails.

SHE’S gorgeous and she’s all Leah can think about on the drive home, right until the moment she walks through the door and your body crashes into hers, as you wrap yourself around her whispering into her chest how much you missed her.

It should never of happened but it did, it should be a one time mistake but it wasn’t, she should never have left you but she did and now she’s lost you.

[weakforminho]

LATE NIGHT ACTIVITY - FELIX (solo)

Content warnings: Explicit sexual content, masturbation, 18+, fantasy smut, MDNI - Everything is fictional

Note : You can either imagine the fan as [YOU] or [SOMEONE ELSE] It's all up to you

It's late at night, the room is dark and quiet, except for the soft sound of Felix's breathing. His pale, toned body is sprawled across the bed, a light sheet barely covering his lower half, showing a slight bit of his stubble pubes and V-line. "Why do I get horny everytime I think of her?," he moans, as his slender fingers trail down his chest, his dark brown eyes heavylidded with desire.

He reaches down, beneath the sheets, and wraps his hand around his growing erection. A low groan escapes his lips as he begins to stroke himself, his hips rocking slightly against his touch. Felix's mind drifts to fantasies of that one fan he saw at one of his concerts, as he increases his pace. "Mhm I should've pulled her backstage and- ah~ asked her if it was okay to suck those tits "

His cock, now fully erect, stands proud, defying the soft sheets that try to hide it. It's thick and veined. He sits up for a moment to spit on his cock, before laying back down. His hand now sliding easily up and down, creating wet noises that echoes against the walls.

Below his navel, a thin, barelythere trail of hair, soft and fair, tapers down to his most intimate parts. He slowly moves his hips up, fucking into his fist as his breathing gets louder every second. His toned abs clench and unclench in waves, each muscle defined and alive.

The dim light catches the sheen of sweat on his skin as he works himself harder, lost in his own little world of pleasure. His breath comes in short gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Felix's mind is filled with vivid images of his adoring fan, her soft hands and tender touches, her eager mouthsm and tongue. He imagines her watching him now, seeing him like this, and it only fuels his desire. A drop of precum beads at the tip of his cock, and he runs his thumb over it, spreading the slickness along his shaft.

His free hand roams his body, his fingers ghosting over his nipple, giving it a soft pinch. A quiet moan escapes him, and his grip on his cock tightens, his strokes becoming more urgent. Felix's toes curl, and his back arches slightly off the bed, every muscle in his body tightening as he gets closer and closer to his release.

"Mmm fuck, I bet your tits feel amazing... so soft and perfect in my hands," Felix pants out, his imagination running wild as he pictures his fan laying beneath him. His hands squeeze his own chest, imagining it's hers.

He strokes his cock faster, picturing her legs spreading wide for him, her pussy glistening and ready. "Ohhh your pussy... it must be so tight and wet for me... just begging to be filled," he groans, his hips bucking up into his fist.

Felix pinches his own nipple harder, biting his lip to stifle a moan. "I'd slide right in, nice and deep... make you scream my name as I fuck you senseless." His other hand moves down to cup his balls, rolling them gently as he nears his peak. "Soon... I'm gonna cum so hard... all over your perfect tits...fuckk you want that hm?"

"Fuck, just thinking about how tight your pussy would be... how your hips would move with every thrust, meeting me, greedy for more... it's driving me crazy," Felix moans, his deep voice barely above a whisper in the dark. His strokes become more frenzied, his cock slick with precum.

His breath hitches as he imagines the sound of her voice, desperate and needy, pleading for him. "That's it baby... Tell me how much you want it, how good it feels... I can feel your pussy clenching around me, so wet and tight, like it was made for me."

His body tenses, and with a final, animalistic growl, "Oh God, you're making me cum... That's it, just like that.. fuckk baby i'm gonna fill you with every drop... just like I would if you were here bouncing up and down my needy cock."

As the orgasm crashes over him, Felix arches off the bed, a strangled moan tearing from his throat. His cock throbs in his hand as thick ropes of cum shoot over his stomach and chest, marking him with his own release.

"Ohhh fuck... so good... I can feel it, hot and thick inside you," Felix pants out, riding the waves of his climax. He milks his cock, wringing out every last drop of pleasure until he's left spent and satisfied. "That's a good girl," he chuckles, before breathing loudly and looking at his own cum dripping down his fingers..

"Hopefully I can fall asleep now."

[artdcnaldson]

hey <3 so i have been thinking about patrick’s sister au a lot and reread it and if by any chance its on your mind i just think it would be like crazy if mr.art is around for the holidays with your fam and being extra careful with the sneaking around even tho like seeing you like dressed up and enjoying the holiday season makes him like so down bad 🙏🏻🙏🏻 she gets him a present and he actually has a nice one for her too 🕯️🕯️ (i’ve been talking to this guy irl for sometime and im a little impatient so im trying to distract by rereading challengers stuff)

pat's SISTER 💜

this is still my absolute favorite au of all time i just feel like rahhhhh like i want to write it but i always want it to be perfect yk??

Anyways, yeah <3 <3 <3 <3

With Art's grandma in the retirement home, he doesn't really have a big reason to go home for Holiday break from Stanford. He goes home with you to your big, pretty house in the North East, and says it's bc he wants to see Patrick and make sure that you don't run your big mouth and tell him everything.

But you know he's really just eager to spend the holidays with you... because he loves you... you're his sweet girl, his pretty little plaything. He can't go a few weeks without slipping inside that perfect slice of heaven between your legs <3 And he loves you, obviously. <3

That's why he tries to ignore you at first <3 He loves you so much he doesn't want Patrick to get mad at you for fucking his best friend!

But it's hard to stay away when your mom has decided that this is the year you'll all go out and celebrate the holidays (which has nothing to do with your father's upcoming election, of course). You're out ice skating, and Art and Patrick can barely manage more than a wobble on their skates, but you're skating circles around them, doing little spins and trick because you took a figure skating class when you were twelve. And, god, he hates how cute you look. He hates that he even thought of you as cute and not something more degrading and in line with how he wants to think about you.

You go to the nearest botanical gardens to look at the decorations, sipping at hot chocolate, breath puffing out in front of your face. He wants to kiss you so badly, or maybe he wants to pull you in the nearest bathroom and fuck you over the sink. Both? It's all so confusing.

It's that night that Art finally goes to your room, and you're awake like you knew that he was going to be there. Not like you had been staying up until the middle of the night since your first night there, or anything. He pins you against your sheets, murmurs in your ear about how goddamn crazy you're driving him. And it all sounds like a confession of love in your ears.

But then his tongue is in your mouth and his fingers are rubbing over your clit and he's spitting into his hand so he can fuck you in your childhood bed. It's all so perfect, it's all so right. His hand clapped over your mouth, his hot breath panting into your neck.

You feel weird, when you knock on the door to his guest room for once. His hair is shaggy and messy from his shower, and he's wearing a stanford tennis crewneck. He looks so cozy, if not a little concerned that you're there.

"Are you insane? Patrick's gonna see y—" His gaze drops to your hands, to the carefully wrapped box in them. "Oh."

You sit on his bed, eyes frustratingly hopeful as you look up at him. He unwraps it carefully his brows knitting as he opens the box. Jesus fucking Christ.

"It's a watch!" You say, like it's that simple. Like it's not a really fucking nice one. "You're always wearing your digital one that beeps for no reason at 3am, and I know you'll never fix it, so I thought a future famous tennis player needs a big, fancy watch."

Big fancy watch indeed. He sighs, runs his hands through his hair. He thought he'd make it through the trip without having to be sappy, but, unfortunately, he was. He goes into the closet and grabs a little gift bag he'd brought. Just in case.

When he hands it to you, you look at him like he'd just proposed marriage or something. You open it to find something a little simpler than an expensive watch. It's a crewneck, just like the one he'd been wearing. Actually... it's a little more worn, not brand new at all. And when you pull it from the bag, you can smell his cologne on it.

"You're always stealing it anyway, so I just thought... y'know. I upgraded mine, so I figured you can just have it." He says. "It's not a big deal. And just don't wear it around Pat."

You don't say anything for a while. You just tug him to sit on the bed, then shift to your knees in front of him. "Can you stay quiet?" You whisper, lips brushing the hem of his boxers.

He nods, brushing your hair back with a surprisingly tender touch. You kiss the soft skin of his thighs, and he nearly shivers. You're quick to undress him, desperate to have access to the part of him that you love so much. You mouth at his balls as he steadily hardens above you, getting lost in the pulse of him on your tongue, the way he moans softly, just for you to hear.

When you finally take him into your mouth, he thinks he could probably love you, if he let himself. But wouldn't that be kind of cruel? To give you everything you want, when he knows that you love him so much more than he can love you? It almost makes him feel guilty when he cums down your throat, when you swallow his spend like it's a gift in and of itself.

You kiss his thigh twice, practically nuzzling against him before you get up and go back to bed.

[billiesbossanovas]

Letters

High school au

Warnings: angst angst angst, death, su!cide mentions, self harm mentions, relapse mentions. Please read at your discretion.

If anyone reading this, or reading any of my work, or just so happens to even read just the warnings, know that I’m always open for you to talk to me if needed, please take care of yourself and know that you are loved and cared for. <3

This fic is kinda me projecting 🙂‍↕️ (extreme exaggeration for some parts)

Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader

Not proof read

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You, y/n l/n, are part of the popular group in school, just from being long time friends with Tony stark, he was in the football team, mvp every game, best player in the whole school, you grew up with him, went through all levels or school with him, though you are the very contrast of him, nerdy, you would rather be reading than running around getting all sweaty and dirty.

One of his friends had caught your eye almost immediately, Natasha romanoff, a charming, tall redhead, at first she had struck you as kind, she smiled at you in the halls, even stood and had a conversation with you one time, that soon fizzled out, you had no idea why, she just started getting rude, giving you off handed comments or just flat out ignoring you. But you shrugged it off, it wasn’t anything major, just enough to make you slightly uncomfortable around her.

You sat on the bleachers watching as Tony was practicing with his team, him being your ride home meant waiting.. and waiting.. and waiting. It was annoying but also got you out of the house for longer. It was hard at home, your dad being ill and your mom being.. well your mom, so being out of the house was the best thing for your mental state, Tony knew that, he was the only person who knew how much you’d been struggling, how much you hated being at home. Hated being anywhere. So he offered to take you to school and drop you back at home after practices. He didn’t know everything, not about your plans or how you’d relapsed a week ago and feel back into your self harm as a coping mechanism, but some things are best kept secret, even from your best friend, especially from your best friend.

Natasha came and sat next to you, knocking you back into reality and huffed, she rested her chin in her hands and looked over at you. “What are you writing?” She snorts and laughs as you scramble to close your journal. “You’re such a dork” she grumbles before leaning back and watching as the team practices. You shove your journal into your bag and move it onto your other side, Natasha watches it and scoffs “I’m not gunna look in your precious journal” it’s said in a mocking way, but you know she means it, she’s not invasive, never has been.

Tony runs over to the two of you and gives a confused look before tapping you in the leg with his foot. “Ready to go?” He’s out of breathe and extremely sweaty to the point his hair was sticking to his forehead.

“Yeah- yeah let’s go. See you later Natasha” you stand up and put your bag on your back, she gives you half a wave and waits for Clint, he runs over and sits next to her as you and Tony walk away.

“So.. you doing okay?” He asks as the two of you get to the parking lot, you hum in response as he slings his football boots and jersey into the back seat of his car. “I’m here for you, you know that right?” He looks at you over the car, you give him a tight smile and sigh.

“I know.” Is all you give him, he stares at you, its intimidating like he’s trying to get information out of you with a stare, he lets it go after a second and climbs into the drivers seat. “Hey do you know my Natasha suddenly hates me?” You get into the car and out your seatbelt on, Tony takes a second to answer and looks over at you.

He opens his mouth and goes to speak a few times before smirking. “Tasha probably just likes you” he starts driving, he’s going the long way home, he always does. You just nod and think about it, if she liked you why would she be mean, acting as if it was a chore to speak to you without insulting you.

“Nah. I don’t think so.” You respond, the rest of the ride is quiet, the only sound being the hum of the radio, Tony focused on the road and you just watching as the houses and trees blur into one big mess, your demeanour shifts as soon as the corner turns onto your street.

Tony notices the shift in your energy, and the miserable look on your face. “You could sleep over at my house, my dad wouldn’t care.” He offers, trying to ease you a little, the offers nice, it would be great to even have a single night away from home, but you couldn’t, it wouldn’t be fair. You need to do chores, make sure everything is okay in the house.

“I-I’m okay, I’ll be fine.” He pats you on the shoulder, and watches as you drag yourself into the house. The moment you step in, you hear your parents arguing, you don’t what it’s over, but they’re loud and now only really shouting insults at each other, it had been going for a while now by the sounds of it, all you can do is sigh before walking up to your bedroom.

Dinner is silent, your dad eating what he can manage from his plate and your mom glaring at you while you eat. You look up at her, she scoffs and takes her plate to the kitchen sink. “You know you could help out once in a while.” She starts, aiming the statement at you. “I’m sick of doing everything around here. You could at least wash the dishes- or do the laundry.” You Finnish your food and take the plate over to where she is. “But even then you’d probably fuck it up- why don’t you just go study- or talk about me to your friends. Seeing as that’s all you do.” She takes your plate from you and starts washing it, you turn around to walk away from her. “I never get any help in this house.” She gritts out through her teeth, making a pang of guilt filter through your body as you make your way upstairs to your bedroom.

A sigh of relief leaves your mouth as you close your bedroom door, you pick up your bag and take out your journal, sitting at your desk to finish writing your letters, the one addressed to you parents being the first one you finished, you had one for everyone you were close with, just for if anything where to happen to you, the one you struggled with the most was Tony’s. What would you even write to him, all you could write was ‘I’m sorry’ you’d work on it more later. Flicking forward a few pages you write a name down to start a new letter.

Natasha, you also didn’t know what to say to her, how would you write a letter for someone to read after your death, when they don’t like you, and you’re basically in love with them? You sighed and layed your head in your desk onto of your journal trying to think, you closed your eyes, maybe it would help. In the end you fell asleep ontop of your notebook, being woke up to your mother pounding on your bedroom door announcing Tony was here, and you needed to get of your ass and go to school.

Over the course of the next week, everything had gotten worse, Natasha constantly ribbing on you for writing all the time, To y started slowly pulling away as things with pepper started to get more serious, you were left to deal with your thoughts, and your parents on your own. Your dad had gotten worse, he’d been admitted into hospital which made home life basically hell as your mother raved and screamed about how useless you were, how you could do so much more with your life’s yet you spent it locked away in your room. While you agreed on the latter, you could be doing normal teenage things, going to parties, getting into a relationship. But you spent your time locking yourself in your bedroom, crying yourself to sleep after making yourself bleed, because that’s what you deserved, to feel pain. You were a shitty friend and child, so why not make yourself suffer even more.

The day your mother burst into your room and shouted “you’re so fucking useless, you can’t even wash the dishes correctly. If you’re weren’t here my life would be so much easier.” There was more to the rant, but that’s the part that stuck to you, that was your breaking point. When night time rolled around you finished the letters off, and packed them insulate into envelopes with people’s names on them. They’re out into your bag, and you leave the house at four in the morning, leaving the letter for your parents on your desk ready for whenever they decide they want to speak to you.

It’s cold out, the only thing keeping you even remotely warm being a thin zip up jacket, the walk to Tony’s house is weirdly relaxing, crickets chirping, wind rustling through the leaves, making you wonder if you actually wanted to leave this all behind, before you knew it you were at Tony’s door posting the letter. ‘This is the right decision’ was all you could tell yourself, justifying your plan.

Now it was Natasha’s place, you walk up to her house, to your suprise she’s sat on the door step with a cigarette in her hand as she takes a drag. “Oh I didn’t know you smoked.” You mutter out as you stand at the edge of her porch.

Natasha laughed and blew out smoke, she looked at you confused then patted the spot next to her, you gladly took it and sat down. “I didn’t know dorks snuck out at night” she smirks at you and flicks her cigarette out onto the grass. “What are you doing here anyway?” She asks with a sigh leaning back and looking off at the still dark, early morning sky, it’s clear, the stars are out it’s beautiful.

“The night is so calm..” you mumble softly as you look at her, “beautiful..” you don’t know if it’s about Natasha or the stars, she looks over at you. “Right.. here” you hand the letter over to her. “Just don’t open it until I’m gone.”

Natasha watches as you walk away from her, she looks at the letter, her name written in your unkempt hand writing. She opened the envelope with care and unfolds the lined paper.

‘Natasha,

Where do I start? Well for one I’m sorry if I’ve done something wrong to make making you pissed off at me. Quite honestly I took a liking to you i really like you, a lot. And maybe in another universe we could have happened, I would’ve been easier for you to love, for anyone to love for that matter.

I love you, I’m sorry. ‘

As she read the letter, you were already climbing over the edge of a bridge, your shoes off sitting next to your bag. You stood there for a while, watching the water, maybe someone would see you and pull you down. Maybe deep down you didn’t actually want this. No, you knew this is what had to happen, what would make everything right, make everything okay.

Your jacket blows in the wind, the sun just rising over the water, giving you a sense of peace, clarity even, the wind blows in your hair, a rush coldness shivers its way down your body, for a moment you stop and think, are you just being dramatic? What if this makes everything worse?

There’s running the distance, Natasha comes sprinting towards you. “What are you doing!?” She shouts as she gets closer, she stops behind you, you don’t turn around, but you don’t step off the ledge either. “Come back on this side- you don’t have to do this” she whispers watching incase you make a move.

“I don’t have to do anything.” You mutter in response. “I don’t have to stay or go. But this is my choice to make, and I’ve already made it..” you look back for a second, Natasha looks frantic, her eyes wide, her breathing heavy and fast paced, she takes a step forward.

Natasha spends thirty minutes trying to get you to come down, talk you out of it, anything. You always thought it would Tony in this situation, maybe in the back of your head, you decide this time because you knew he’d be asleep, wouldn’t get a chance to read your letter before you’d get to the bridge, you listen quietly as she pleads for you to come down.

You take your jacket off and hand it to her, she looks at you confused. “A-are you coming down?” She asks softly, she takes your jacket and holds onto it.

“Put it on” you mumble, now looking at the risen sun, the way the it’s making the sky purple and pink, it’s gorgeous, reminding of Natasha. She doesn’t bother pulling the zipper down. “I love you” you sigh out as you hear her fumble with the jacket, when it’s over her face, that’s when you take the step, Natasha’s scream is over run by the rush of the wind in your ears, your arms extend, for a second, it feels like your flying, like your dad is holding you up in the air when you were two, a smile makes its way across your face, it’s only lasts a second, nothing more or less.

Then you hit the water, you close your eyes, there’s no pain, no cold washing over you, no warmth, no tears, and for a moment, you’re happy, really happy, truly at peace.

And there was nobody to take it away.

[creepycranberry]

Big Black Car- 2

Rafe Cameron X Maybank!Reader

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Warnings: slow burn, L*ke, topper is very much noncanon compliant (he’s like a mix of topper and Austin’s character in IDDI), alcohol, abuse, parental death, not proofread, kook/pogue bullshit, swearing, w*rd, let me know about anything else.

Extra TW for violence and abuse in this chapter

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Luke’s working at the garage today, so you’re cleaning the house and restocking the fridge.

He can pay for his beer, you’re not even touching that shit, but you pay for most everything else. The only thing he really covers is his drinking habit, the utility bill and sometimes necessary maintenance.

Other than that his money is his money and your money is y’all’s money.

You’re cleaning the ceiling fan when a loud knock at the door makes you jump and almost fall off of your step stool.

You open the door only to be faced with your father, who looks to be fuming.

“Why the hell weren’t you at work Saturday?

“I took a day off, why does it matter to you?” You say, backing up a little.

“We need that money, kid!”

“Well maybe if you wouldn’t spend all of your fucking money on alcohol and actually paid attention to your responsibilities instead of being blacked the fuck out all the time We would h-“

Your head is turned by blunt force and your eyes water as your cheeks sting.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that you ungrateful bitch!” He yells and you flinch.

“What do I have to be ungrateful for that I'm not providing for myself?” You retort.

This time you see it coming, moving at the last second to deliver A swift punch to his jaw.

He recovers fast and sends a swift punch to your stomach that knocks the air out of your lungs. And then you’re on the floor when you’re met with a boot to the face

“You fucking bastard! I work so hard for you and you’re not even my fucking daughter you entitled bitch!” He yells, making his way down the hall to your room.

Your room is nothing special, just your bed, a dresser, and a few boxes with stuff in them.

He grabs a box and walks towards the front door, throwing the box in the yard.

“Dad, what are you doing?” You yell, holding your T-shirt over your nose.

“You’re nineteen, find your own damned place to live! Quit mooching off of me you shithead.”

He goes for another box but you close the bedroom door, locking it as he yells from the other side, you grab a large tote bag and shove whatever clothes you can into it before stacking the boxes.

You wait until you can’t hear Luke screaming anymore.

You can’t breathe because of your nose, which isn’t bleeding as heavily anymore, but is still bleeding plenty, and you have a killer headache.

Your shoulder and stomach ache, your cheek stings and it hurts to move your jaw too much.

All of the pain hits you at once and you take a deep breath before attempting to stand, you grab all of your stuff slowly and quickly make your way out to your car, shoving all of the boxes in the back, including the one Luke threw into the yard.

You’re on your way to the Carreras when you see Rafe, walking down the street while you’re stuck at a stop light.

You’ve seen him once since Saturday and he barely acknowledged you.

He doesn’t see you at first and you look away in hopes that will make him less likely to see you at all but it doesn’t. Instead when he sees you his eyebrows lift in surprise and then go back down in what almost looks like concern.

You just keep driving.

when you get to the Carreras Topper is already sitting on the porch, waiting for you.

“Maybank! what the hell happened to you?” He asks, standing up and holding your face still to get a good look, avoiding the bruised areas.

“My dad-” you just start crying.

It’s embarrassing, and it makes your stomach hurt even more but you can’t help it.

Topper rests his hands on your hip and you hiss in pain, practically jumping out of his reach.

Topper moves your shirt up to reveal a big bruise on your ribs.

“This fucking…” Topper trails off and wipes the tears from your face, “it’s gonna be alright. Okay, you tell me when you can, for right now just tell me where it hurts and we’ll get you fixed up. Alright?”

You nod and he leads you to the front door, you fumble with the key for a moment before he takes it from you.

You look around as he unlocks the door and for a split second you see Rafe in the Passenger seat of Topper's car.

You’re shaking, you're not sure when you started shaking but as topper leads you to the couch you look down at your shirt to see the blood and remember that your face and clothes are probably covered in blood.

Topper crouches in front of you, taking in your messy appearance.

“Where does it hurt?” He asks again.

“My uh, my nose,”

“Yeah, no shit.” He smiles.

You return his smile and begin to point to where you can feel the pain.

Topper goes to the freezer and looks for anything to act like an ice pack.

He comes back with a few packages of frozen vegetables. He helps you lie down on the couch before placing the ice packs in their respective areas.

“Where’s the first aid kit here?” He asks and you tell him before you hear your phone ringing.

When you answer it you hear Mr. Carreras voice.

“Hey, Is everything alright? We just got an alert from the security company-“

“Crap, the alarm. Uh, everything is fine I just, I’m in a bit of pain right now and I was kind of just focused on getting an ice pack. I’ll put in the code really quick though.”

“Alright sweetie, call us if you need something.”

You say goodbye and hang up the phone, ignoring the pain in your stomach as you attempt to stand.

“What the hell are you doing?” A low voice at the door asks and you look up to see rafe, leaning against the door frame.

“We set off the security alarm, I have to put in the code to-“

“What’s the code?”

“I’ve gotta do it, Mrs-”

“Maybank, what’s the code?” He says it slow, punctuating each word lightly.

“I’m not giving you the security code to someone else’s house.”

“just give me the damned code and then sit on that damned couch with your ice packs. Alright?”

You cautiously stare at him for a moment before sitting on the couch and putting a package of frozen peaches to your cheek and nose, “102004.”

“Thanks, peaches.” He comments sarcastically and puts the code into the small keypad by the door.

You don’t say anything.

Topper comes back down the stairs with a first aid kit, and a new shirt from your bag.

He looks from you to Rafe and then back again, “everything okay in here?”

“Everything’s fine, Top.” Rafe says, sitting on the other end of the couch.

Topper cleans the blood from your face and neck, then puts a bandage on your nose and hands you back the bag of frozen peaches.

“Um, I need you to take your uh-” Topper stutters. Topper was big on boundaries with you, always being extra careful about your comfortability, even when it was inconvenient.

“He needs you to strip so he can check out the injuries on your torso.” Rafe says, point blank.

Topper gives him a “what the fuck, man?” Look but you just take off your shirt, revealing a black sports bra and a big ass bruise over the right side of your rib cage.

“Jesus, what did that sick son of a bitch do to you?” Rafe exclaims and Topper gives him a look again.

“Took out his anger on me and then kicked me out. Used the whole ‘You're not my daughter anyway’ card and then threw my stuff out into the yard.” You shrug, “it’s fine though, let’s see him try and pay for all his bills and groceries on his own.”

Rafe and Topper go quiet.

“You’re not his daughter?” Rafe asks after a minute.

“Legally I am, not biologically though.” You shrug.

“Whose kid are you then?”

“Joel Morgan.”

“Wasn’t he a Kook though?” Rafe asks and you nod.

“He decided to slum it with my mom at some point. I ended up coming along, but my mom was with JJ’s dad by that point. So he raised me for the first few years of my life, and then he died, I got sent to live with JJs dad, my mom was long gone by then and now here we are.” You explain, giving him the short version.

“And that’s why you went to our school?” Rafe asks and You nod, “wait but wouldn’t he have left like a trust to you or something?”

“He did. had an account to pay for all my schooling too. Only problem is I don’t get access to that trust or my inheritance until I’m twenty five, so until then I’m stuck doing this all on my own.”

The boys stay quiet, topper makes sure that your ribs aren’t broken or anything.

“Well you look alright, just keep ice on them and after your done house sitting if you need a place to stay, my place is always there, my parents love you I’m sure they’d be thrilled to have you-“

“Thanks Topper, but I can deal with it on my own. I have enough saved that four months worth of pay should be able to cover a small apartment. Probably on the cut, in the projects but it’d be better than nothing and definitely better than mooching off of you I-“

“You wouldn’t be mooching-“

“I don’t want to be a burden or cause problems, Topper. I can make it just fine on my own until my trust kicks in.”

“Fine but if you ever need anything, I’d be more than happy to help you.”

You just nod, “thanks for the help.”

“Anytime.”

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The Carreras get home today so You’re cleaning up again, restocking the fridge, and then changing into work clothes.

You take orders at the counter, sending them off to the kitchen and then handing them out to customers, along with ringing in to-go orders.

You're working a double shift today, trying to make up for the Saturday you missed.

“Hello! Waitress! Could I get a- what the hell happened to you?”

“I don’t think we have that on the menu JJ. Could I get you anything else?”

“Okay, what the fuck?” JJ exclaims, getting up off his stool and going behind the bar, despite the other servers protests, “what happened?”

“Luke kicked me out.” You shrug.

You haven’t seen JJ in the last week or so, he’s been at John B’s, avoiding our father as per usual.

“What?”

“Mhm. I have to figure out a place to stay by the end of the day.”

“Just stay with John B like I am.” JJ shrugs.

“John B is helping us out enough.” You shake your head, refilling a napkin container.

“Well then where will you go? You’re too stubborn to let anyone give you handouts.”

“I’ll figure it out, now, do you need anything to eat? When was the last time you drank some water? You better not just be drinking beer over there.”

“Geez, chill Hermana, me and John B are just fine. You worry about yourself for once. Got it?”

“Sure, fine, whatever.”

“I will take an order of fries though.” You sigh and give him a look before turning around to give the order to the kitchen, “thank you, I love you, you’re the best, extra ketchup please.”

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You’re napping in your car after work when violent tapping on the car window wakes you up. You jump and reach into the passenger seat for your keys before realizing that it’s just Topper.

“The Carreras are back.” He says.

“And the sun is up.” You respond, rubbing your eyes.

“Where are you staying?”

“Don’t w-“

“Cause I’m not gonna just let you live in your car. Stop being stubborn and come stay at my place.”

“Topper, it’s kind of you to offer but I really can’t.” You insist, tired of having the same argument with him over and over.

“Just take the fucking offer.” You hear a rough voice behind topper say.

“Rafe I’m not gonna take a handout-“

“It isn’t a handout. It’s a friend looking out for a friend. Fucking hell, just let him do something for you for once. I’m sick of listening to him complain and I’m sick of listening to you two having the same argument over and over. Goddamnit.” Rafe exclaims and you mull it over.

“I’ll pay rent.”

“My parents won’t let you. At most they’ll let you pay for your own necessities but that’s it.” Topper says and you sigh.

“Fine.”

“Fucking finally.” Rafe exclaims and Topper glares at him. You can’t help but laugh a little, which causes Topper to glare at you.

When you look back to Rafe his face is set in a relaxed expression, he’s beginning to look weirdly comfortable when you see him now.

“Need a ride home?” You offer to the both of them and Topper opens the passenger door and Rafe Huffs as he takes residence in the back seat.

When you get to Toppers house his mom is in the front, standing to her flower beds. They were the one things she didn’t let her staff handle.

When you get out of your car she begins to smile before her expression turns to concerned. She turns her attention to her son, “what happened to her?”

“Not my story to tell but she has no where else to stay so I-“

“She's staying here.” His mother says, meeting your eyes. It’s not a question, it’s an order to you.

Topper's mothers family was close with your fathers. You and Topper had known each other at a young age. After your father died and you moved to Luke’s you only saw each other at school. And for a few years that was it, and then Topper turned fourteen and his parents no longer required him to stay closer to their home and he would pick you up from your house on weekends while JJ was at John B’s. You would ride on the pegs on his bike wheels down to the marina and the two of you would hang out until he would have to take you back home.

His mother hated Luke, not just because he was a pogue but because she didn’t think he was fit to be a father. She was wrong for a while and then she wasn’t.

“Yes ma'am.” You smile and she nods.

“Show her to the guest room.” She says, returning her attention to her flower beds and effectively dismissing the three of you.

Topper leads the way and Rafe follows closely behind you. You reach the room next door to Toppers and he opens the door, setting one of your boxes on the floor by the bed.

“This is where you’ll be living, our bathroom is connected, we can go grab toiletries later if you need, towels are in the cabinet above the toilet, toilet paper is under the sink etcetera, etcetera.” Topper smiles and you stand in the middle of the room awkwardly, “you okay?”

“Yeah I uh, it’s just new.”

Topper nods and leads you through the bathroom to his room. You had spent some amount of time here in middle school. You would come over and rant to Topper about work shit, ignoring him when he offered you money.

Topper flops onto the bed and you sit in the desk chair, spinning around. Rafe sits on the bench at the foot of the bed, his eyes trained on your nose.

“Does it still hurt?” He asks you.

His sincerity almost shocks you, “only when I remember it’s there.”

“Sorry.” He mumbles.

“It was polite of you to ask.” You offer him and he nods before training his eyes on the floor.

“What did Mr. Carrera say?” Topper breaks the silence.

“He uh- he didn’t really say anything to me about it. He slipped a hundred into my tips though.” You smile as best you can, “he did tell Kie to ask JJ about it though.”

“He hates JJ.” Top comments.

“That doesn’t really matter when it comes to JJ or me actually surviving.”

“I think Mom will probably kill him if she sees him around.” Topper smiles and you nod.

“Seems like a safe bet.”

Rafe looks severely uncomfortable when he speaks next, “I’m kinda bored. I might just head out.” It’s directed at Topper but he’s looking at you.

“You sure, man?” Top asks and rafe nods.

“Yeah, wheezies been having a hard time in her English class and dad and Rose are out of town so I’ll probably have to help her with that.” He says, getting up and heading for the door, stopping to turn to you, “I’ll have Sarah let JJ know where you’re at.”

“Thank you, Rafe.”

“No problem, peaches” he says as he heads down the hall.

“I really hope that nickname doesn’t stick.”

[evol-astraea]

Desperate PC Tenno calling for help!

Calling all the tech-savvy players here on Tumblr who may hopefully lend me and tech support a hand. Yes, the situation is that bad. More under the cut to spare a lengthy wall of text!

I've been experiencing totally random and sudden crashes with WF since a month and half, by now.

The game first freezes for less than a minute, then crashes to desktop bringing up the window to report crashes. This happens literally anywhere and anytime in the game. During mission, at the end of the mission, while idling in the Orbiter/base of operations, sitting in the pause menu, checking the settings menu. All kind of possible scenarios. Ah, and DX11 or DX12 make no difference either.

It's driving me - and tech support - insane. Because it is so HARD to pinpoint the root cause! Every log file so far has reported some kind of General Protection Failure (GPF) error followed by different numbers.

I'm running the game on a brand new, pre-built computer from Megaport. Which I moved to from my old potato of a PC back in late November. Specs are the following: Windows 11 Home (build 24H2) Intel Core I7-12700KF, 8x 3.60 Ghz + 4x 2.70 Ghz ASUS Prime Z790-A Wifi DDR5 NVidia GeForce RTX 4070 Dual Palit 12GB 2x 32GB Corsair Vengeance RGB DDR5-6000 1 TB SSD 1000 Watt PSU

I have done everything tech support has suggested me to do and: - Uninstalled and re-installed the game, - Update drivers. Being a new computer, everything is pretty much up to date. I had to do a clean install for the GPU drivers only using DDU, though, - Verified game files, - Emptied the shader cache on the drive game is saved to, - Repaired Steam library, - Lowered graphic settings, - Attempted to launch and run Warframe in Clean Boot mode to exclude background programs/services <- unsuccessfully; Steam didn't work at all (which I kind of figured would happen) and trying to launch the game straight from the launcher...triggered a download of the game files in the App Data folder on main (C) drive. O_o The random crashes don't even appear in the Windows Event Viewer. Nowhere to be found. And believe me, I have looked into every single category. I've been keeping track of the time(s) of the crashes but, alas, found nothing that could possibly be related to those. (also, I'm not a computer expert so perhaps I'm doing things wrong)

So far, the only weird thing I've noticed is...Most of the times there seemingly is a "break" in between each series of crashes. A few days at worst, 10-12 days at best. Yes, I checked even the Task Scheduler utility on Windows. Found no program/app that runs automatically that matches with the timing/days when the crashes have occurred so far.

Really losing my mind to this. It's frustrating, it's unnerving, it's making me genuinely terrified of playing the game. And the reason I got this PC in the first place was being finally able to play my favorite game without worrying about being unable to because of my old (and obsolete) machine! Because I don't know when the next crash shall decide to happen and oh boy it's gonna be so fun losing progress. Or having a couple of players reasonably angry at me for suddenly poofing as host. I'm really sorry about that, folks.

I'm already considering the option of total formatting this computer, should there be no other way. But not before entirely giving up. And maybe make things a little less complicated for tech support team.

I can't thank these guys enough for their help and most importantly patience over the past month and half. This mess has been handed to three different people already and a solution hasn't been found yet.

So, if there are fellow Tenno on Tumblr who have either experienced something like this before and found a fix or are just more knowledgeable about computers and whatnot, your help would be GREATLY appreciated. ;.;

EDIT: I forgot to mention a few important things! - Hardware temperatures are within optimal range while in game (CPU never above 65°C, GPU has been running ice cold and has rarely exceeded 50°C so far, RAM is chilling at 45°C average). - GPU memory usage averages around at max (peak) 77% on HWInfo. - CPU usage I honestly need to check! D: - Ran disk cleanup, scans with sfc, chkdsk and DISM (all through command prompts ran as admin) and no issues were found. - Checked RAM health as well with Windows' memory diagnostic tool. However, it seems to give many false positives even on perfectly functional RAM banks. Looking for a more reliable alternative. - Warframe is the only game that keeps crashing on this PC. I haven't been getting any with other games/programs (Hades II; need to test how Ultrakill performs) or any warning signs (BSODs, freezes, sluggish PC, etc) that could suggest hardware failure.

[loeyonline]

Diet Pepsi

Summary: After breaking up with Hendery you meet someone else and they start dating and having a better relationship, but the feelings for Hendery are still there, so one night you decide to run away with him.

Contains: infidelity, sex, bad words, alcohol, drugs, good music

Notes: Honestly, last year I said "Who the fuck is going to listen to that fucking Addison Rae song? Bro, we're talking about a Tiktoker" and here I am writing a fanfic with the theme of Diet Pepsi and being a full fan of Addison Rae, anyway Once again I show you my fantasies with Dery because I love him, he is seriously the man of my life.

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It had been 7 months after breaking up with Hendery, you lied to yourself saying that you had already healed, that you no longer thought about him and that it was time to meet someone else.

You had been Mark's girlfriend for a few weeks, he was too sweet and intelligent, he really liked listening to music and playing video games, he liked it so much that he spent most of his time ignoring you.

His dates were always going to his house to see how dark souls were playing.

You made an effort to pay attention to the game but it was so boring to just sit in front of the computer and spend hours and hours playing.

One time you stood in front of him and took off your clothes to see if he would get hard and you would fuck for a while, and it happened, They fucked well but after 10 minutes of cumming he was already sitting at the fucking computer again.

You loved Mark, but he was so fucking boring that you could swear that in the entire time you've been in a relationship you've only spoken 5 times.

One Friday at 1 in the afternoon as usual, you were sitting on Mark's bed, watching him play, but thinking about Hendery.

Hendery wouldn't treat you like that, he would talk to you and spend time with you.

He would go out with you and fuck well.

He wouldn't be so fucking boring.

"hey mark" you talk to him but apparently he is more attentive to the fucking game than to reality "mark lee" you talk to him louder so that he pays attention and he finally turns to see you.

"What's wrong dear?" He tells you and you can swear it's the first time he's seen your eyes.

"I have to go, I have pending work" you say, getting out of bed and grabbing your things.

"oh it's a shame, I'll miss you" yes of course.

You faked a smile and walked towards him to kiss him and then leave his room.

As you left his house you came up with a slightly screwed up plan.

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Hendery worked as a cashier at a 24-hour convenience store, his shifts were almost always in the morning since at night he liked to go skateboarding, smoke joints and drive around the city listening to some Ramones or Arctic Monkeys songs.

He was simple, he liked to feel the fucking vibe.

It was risky what you were going to do, but hell, mark cares more about his game than his relationship.

You entered the store and luckily for the script, Hendery was still working, when he saw you enter he went blank, because the last time he had seen you had been outside your house crying so that you wouldn't end your relationship.

You wanted to pretend that you didn't care and that you were just coming to buy your stuff and that's it, but you didn't even know what you were going to buy and it was impossible not to see how hot Dery is, even in her pathetic work uniform.

You grabbed anything, a pack of small trash bags to pick up the dog's mess (you don't have a dog) and headed over to him to pay for your bags, those stupid bags.

When they arrive and put everything on the counter the two look into each other's eyes, That sexual tension between the two of you returns and the desire to send everything to hell and start kissing at the counter is present, it's a shame that a lady and the security cameras were there watching them.

"It's 2.50" he says without closing his eyes.

“great” you reply and continue watching him.

"You have to pay" he answers, seeing that you stayed there without doing anything.

"Ah yes, yes yes" you say and give him the money, a little sad because your moment together had ended too soon, you wanted to stay and see him a little longer, and deep down, he also wanted you to stay longer.

"Buying this to pick up your man's shit? Wow, spending so much time on the computer is fucked up," he tells you, trying to start a conversation.

"Oh, what do you know about him? Don't bother him" but deep down you wanted to answer yes, that your boyfriend was a failure.

Hendery was aware of your relationship with Mark Lee, he was fine with that, he knew that he couldn't tell you anything anymore since they were nothing, that it is your life and you could do whatever you wanted.

But seeing you so pale from not going out in the sun bothers him a lot.

"You must be needy" he tells you, looking away "I can ask you out tonight, I leave at 6" and he gives you the bags in your hand with a chocolate that you had not bought but it was the one you liked "courtesy of the house"

"I won't go, I have a boyfriend"

"I know you'll come" he tells you, making his winning smile.

You decided not to answer him anymore and get out of there, although you knew that you would be back there at 6.

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What you were going to do was wrong, very wrong, what about Mark?

You returned to his house and found him as you left him, on the computer.

His appearance was sad, he had dark circles under his eyes and he smelled like Flamin Hot Cheetos.

"hey mark, what if we go out?" Trying to save your relationship with Mark a little, you invite him to go for a walk and maybe have dinner out, the solution was not to go fuck Hendery.

"Thank you girl, but I'm on a call with Jisung right now trying to pass this level and it's very important" he replies and looks at the computer again.

Screw it, it was enough "Fine, I guess I'll go" and I wasn't even listening to you properly.

It was decided, you were going to see hendery tonight, it wasn't bad, mark was with his other girlfriend jisung, you could go with hendery.

When you returned home, you got ready a little for your meeting with Hendery, you knew it wasn't going to be a quiet outing with friends.

Then it was almost 6 and you left to go to the convenience store again.

When you arrived he was there, behind the counter talking to his co-worker, he saw you and smiled victoriously, he was right. "Hey, I'll take some condoms and some drinks, deduct them from my salary please," he says to his partner and then turns to look at you, it was fucking embarrassing.

You waited for him outside the store and when he finally came out the first thing he did was jump on you to kiss you, grabbing your waist and putting his tongue in your mouth.

"Hey wait, what if they see us? People know I have a boyfriend."

"And what do I care?" he laughs and takes your arm to go to his car.

He opened the passenger door for you and you sat down, a little excited about what happened earlier, when he got into the car you noticed he was happier than normal.

"I'm glad your boyfriend gave you permission to go out with me," he answers, starting the car.

"That idiot, no tone that I had left"

"Hey don't worry, I'm going to give you all the attention that he hasn't given you"

It was so hot to talk, so satisfying.

"Where will we go?" you ask him a little nervously.

"To a motel," he replies, "of course, if we arrive and don't end up parked on the street fucking."

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The road was difficult, he didn't stop grabbing your legs, you just laughed and stole kisses from time to time.

When they arrived at the motel room the situation was even more heated.

Ok, mark was good at fucking, he was a gamer, he knew how to use his fingers well, but hendery was on another level.

He might have a doctorate in oral sex, he knew how to move his tongue well while he put his fingers in you.

"fuck dery"

"Baby, don't call me that, I'm going to break you" he tells you, super excited and with his face between your legs.

“deryyyyy” you reply knowing he will get harder.

"Fuck it"

He got up and was still between your legs, pulling down his pants, looking straight at his big erection.

"Your turn darling"

Licking his cock is so great, feeling his hands on your head, pushing more into your mouth, listening to his moans and praise.

"baby, you're everything that's right in this world" he said with his head thrown back in satisfaction "What were you doing with mark lee? Wasn't there someone better than me?" His jealousy was so hot, he looked so good being so conceited.

You took his cock out of your mouth and looked at him smiling "None of them are like your hendery."

It's wrong to be cheating on Mark Lee, it's wrong to be fucking your ex, it's really wrong to boost his ego, but fuck it, people do worse things and Hendery was so good.

His smug smile was worth a million dollars, he is the million dollar man.

After licking his cock well, I take you off of her so she can put on her condom and lubricate herself well before entering.

Feeling him inside again made you remember the first time you fucked, at your parents' house.

Him covering your mouth so you wouldn't scream, fucking you hard so you would feel all the love he has for you.

He, on the other hand, was grateful to have you again, to see you riding his cock again.

None of the girls he had been with were as good as you.

After riding him for a few minutes, you got off and now fucked him doggy style.

As you clung to the covers of that dirty place and he grabbed your hips tightly (slapping your butt from time to time) you notice how your phone starts to ring.

Without stopping fucking, you grab him and see how the screen shows that Mark was calling you.

Hendery notices it from his position and his reaction was to laugh "Answer him, poor guy must be worried about you."

Hendery didn't stop moving, he kept putting it deeper and deeper.

"Okay, but please control yourself," you tell him and he listens to you for a few minutes.

So you answer the call “Hello?

"Princess, hey, sorry, I didn't want to ignore you, I'm an idiot," he looked really embarrassed.

"Hey no, it's okay, don't apologize, I'm fine" Hendery tried to hold back his laughter since he knew the situation. "Yes, nice Mark, she's great," he murmurs and moves again.

Nervousness invaded you, you were about to moan, you tried to control yourself a little so as not to be discovered.

"I promise to go out with you tomorrow, we can go to the lake for ice cream or have a picnic in the park, I'll stop being so closed off, I promise"

"Sounds good, honey," you spoke brokenly, trying not to moan or breathe strangely.

"Honey, are you okay? You sound agitated."

"I'm not very well, I just ran and that's why I'm agitated"

"oh okay, well tomorrow at 12pm princess"

"It's okay honey, byyyyyyye" and you hung up suddenly.

"Wow, were you running? Did you become an athlete?" Hendery moved faster again.

"Shut up you fool"

"Mark Lee is so sweet, a picnic in the park" from afar his jealousy could be seen "at 12 pm in the park and at 12am in my bed, do you think?"

The thrusts were getting stronger and you only thought about not coming but it was getting difficult, especially if he talked so dirty.

"This whole situation reminded me of the first time at your house" he spoke slowly and with a serious tone "You telling your father that you screamed because you had a nightmare, but it was me inside you"

"Dery, I'm going to come," you say on the verge of collapse, trying to maintain your posture.

"hmmmm" and he stops moving, he pulls out of you and tries to turn you around, now both of you facing each other, him on top of you "I want to see you like this"

Taking advantage of the position, now he could kiss you better, suck and lick your neck, bite your lips and kiss your entire face.

"You can say I'm the best again" he says whispering in your ear.

You grabbed his back tightly, hurting him a little but apparently he didn't care.

"Please, one more time," he raised his voice and every time he sounded desperate, "make me feel yours once more."

He had left his personality as a cold and lonely man who only wants sex and getting high with a good Julian Casablancas song in the background to now be a boy desperate for his girl, because he needs his girl's caresses.

"Hendery I love you, you are the man of my life, you are better than everyone"

That was it, it was enough to make the boy come.

His reaction also made you come squeezing his cock that was still inside.

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They spent the entire night in their car parked at the city's viewpoint.

why'd you only call me when you're high?, sunday, cherry pie, sweet chlid on mine, rock with you, reptilia, in bloom and other songs were the soundtrack of their night.

It was what you needed, to go out, to feel alive, to see the lights of the buildings, to feel the cold of the night, stick your bare feet out the car window, be kissed by hendery.

"I want us to get back together" he breaks the silence and takes your hand to kiss it and then intertwine his fingers with his "I want you to tell that idiot that tomorrow no feeding the shitty ducks or any stupid picnic."

"But dery darling…"

"You're not happy, the truth is, today when you entered the store you looked sad, unmotivated, bored, now look at yourself, you look prettier being my wife"

And he was right, you hadn't felt this good in a long time.

"But what about Mark?"

"He's an idiot, he didn't know how to appreciate the great woman he had in front of him, now fuck him, You were always mine."

He got up as best he could from the driver's seat so he could kiss you and grab your waist again.

"Please let me be yours again, please please"

[shima-draws]

Actually genuinely started crying when Luffy almost said he wanted Usopp off the ship and then Sanji interrupted and yelled at him. What the hell. This shit is so sad what the FUCK bro

[darewolfcreates]

Morels

[cranberrymoons]

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[ragnars-tooth]

One of my big compulsions is taking a fuck ton of screenshots Just In Case a piece of information is important in like 4 years and I can't remember it (sometimes the information is an instagram post that I might not remember later and of course needs to be recorded everywhere (I will Not be looking at that again)) so today is my transfer 16000 images off my phone admin day (woo)

Like yeah I never looked at any of them and they were completely irrelevant to my daily life, But what if I need them ✨️ later ✨️ (you'll see that the idea of Later is doing a lot of heavy lifting here) OR what if there's a vital piece of information in the mix somewhere that I'll lose forever if I delete them? So: onto the external hard drive they go

This is one of those cases where. Yeah. Ideally I wouldn't take 16000 screenshots in half a year. And YEAH ideally I'd just delete them and not transfer them somewhere else to never look at again. BUT at least I get a clean slate and I can maybe not mindlessly save everything for 2 seconds. It's like. Small wins? Progress. Yknow.

[girlypsyop]

Man. Leaving a toxic relationship is just an exercise in learning how to live in your own head again.

[badolmen]

“It’s all good!” It is not all good.

[sluttyten]

I still have 5 hours left in my shift 😭😭😭

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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