#especially pineapple pizza...

[zoetszoroark]

DEPLOYING HIGH VELOCITY OLD MEN YAOI

HAPPY VALENTINES!!!! im aroace so idc abt valentines usually but its an excuse to draw flipsneakaboom so

[tanadrin]

The Lucy Letby case is weird, because in other instances of medical providers committing murder (Barbara Salisbury, Colin Norris, Charles Cullen, Harold Shipman), both the evidence for murder and the likely motive have been much clearer, even accompanied by a confession. AFAICT the evidence against Letby is much more ambiguous, mostly circumstantial, and there's no motive whatsoever--though of course the British press is reporting on the most innocuous of details as though they are ironclad proof.

There are enough cases of people being prosecuted for the murder of children, involving dubious reasoning like "shaken baby syndrome," that have proven to be mostly searches for scapegoats, that it seems pretty dubious to me to send someone to prison for life without the possibility of parole without ironclad evidence for their guilt. And using the fact that someone has not exhibited remorse for the crime they maintain their innocence of, as a basis for handing down that sentence, seems especially perverse, considering, y'know, that would also be the behavior of someone who was not in fact guilty.

[aendromedal]

was reminded of a pizza place near my alma mater that i used to go to a lot in freshman year and oaauufgghhh i'm severely missing their vegan cheese

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Not-Incorrect Quotes, Food Edition

In honor of the “food” prompt for this month’s @polyamships Polyam Shipping Day:

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Alice: [looking at a collection of “freakshake” photos online] I really don’t understand these things. I mean, I’ve got nothing against a good milkshake, but -- look at this, this one has an entire slice of cheesecake on it. 

Victor: I know! You know I like sugar, but -- that seems really excessive.

Smiler: You know what I’ve always thought? That those are like the milkshake fancypants version of the Vermonster.

Alice: The what?

Smiler: A giant bucket sundae that you’re supposed to eat with your friends -- it’s from Ben & Jerry’s. Why else would you get a slice of cheescake on a milkshake if you weren’t supposed to give the cheesecake to someone else?

Victor: That’s -- probably the most sensible explanation for these things I’ve heard.

Alice: Pity that probably means it’s not true.

Smiler: Probably not, but it SHOULD be. Also, if we’re ever anywhere near a Ben & Jerry’s, we should get a Vermonster.

Alice: Well, that goes without saying.

--

Smiler: [sneaking into the kitchen]

Smiler: [looking around as they grab a package of Jaffa Cakes out of the pantry]

Smiler: [grinning to themselves as they tear it open]

Victor: [immediately poking his head around the door] Can I have one too?

Smiler: How do you always know?!

--

Smiler: [pouring some strawberry mojito mocktails they’ve whipped up for everyone] We got drinks!

Alice: [comes in and claims her glass, taking a swing] Mmmm -- delicious as always, Smiler.

Victor: [following soon after] Oh yes -- you really have a talent for this.

Smiler: [sipping their own drink] Well, talent and years of helping Mom with parties and working at coffee places.

Victor: Even still -- you really should be a bartender. You’d knock the socks off everyone with these.

Smiler: [laughs] Maybe, but I think most of them wouldn’t be impressed with the lack of alcohol.

Alice: Look, I have enough problems with Wonderland, I don’t need to add booze to the mix.

Victor: And you don’t need me trying to tell you my entire life story.

Smiler: But I like your entire life story!

Victor: That involves me talking more about my parents.

Smiler: I do not like your entire life story, finish your mocktail.

--

[context: Victor and Alice are hanging out with Smiler’s other friends for a movie night]

Oblivion: [bringing in some boxes] All right, we have pizza!

Rita: Finally! Hand it over, Oblivion.

Oblivion: Yeah, hang on -- okay, this one is all pepperoni, nice and standard; this one is pepperoni and olives on one side, and mushrooms and olives on the other; this one is Meat Lover’s and sausage, peppers, and mushrooms; and this one is Hell On Pizza.

Smiler: [rolling their eyes as they pick up a slice of Hell On Pizza, otherwise known as Hawaiian] You could actually try some before knocking it, you know.

Thirteen: Everyone knows pineapple does not belong on pizza, Smiler.

Galactica: It’s a scientific fact.

Smiler: Scientists don’t know what they’re missing.

Rita: [grabbing a slice of pepperoni] Please just accept you have terrible taste in pizza, Smiler. It’ll be easier on us all.

Victor: [had been reaching for his Meat Lover’s -- but upon hearing all this admittedly good-natured teasing, he stops, considers -- and then picks up a slice of Hawaiian and takes a big bite]

Everyone Else: [regards him with surprise, even Smiler]

Victor: [after a contemplative chew and swallow] Actually, this isn’t bad. I don’t know if I’d want it every time, but --

Smiler: [practically tackles him and kisses him hard] Marry me. Now.

Oblivion: [mostly-faux horror, eyes wide] Oh no. [looks at Alice] Have they gotten to you too?

Alice: [taking a dazed Victor’s forgotten slice] We’re about to find out!

--

[chaoticace2005]

Rules for the Hazbin Hotel, authored by Vaggie:

1. No drugs.

2. No fights.

3. No pranks.

4. No problematic language.

5. No murder (OR TERRITORIAL GENOCIDE WHAT THE FUCK ANGEL)

6. No smuggling in of drugs. Not by sticking them up your ass. Or by hiding them in a pizza box. Or by slingshotting them to the roof. Or getting someone else to. Not at all.

7. No sexual rendezvous with outsiders in the hotel. No SHOWING sexual rendezvous with strangers to people of the hotel either.

8. Make sure the pig/future pets stay in the patron’s room. (This includes eggs!!)

9. No singing Limit singing to once twice per day

10. Stop flirting with the bartender Angel

11. Don’t call Husk “Husker” unless he allows it.

12. No harassing the staff at all. This includes asking who tops.

13. Don’t suggest anything sexual/romantic to Alastor unless you want your head cut off.

14. NO CUTTING OFF PEOPLE’S HEADS

15. NO EATING PEOPLE

16. NO MAKING CHARLIE CRY.

17. Don’t ask me to put my spear “inside you” Angel, what the fuck?

18. Don’t turn the interior of the hotel into a swamp?! Keep it contained in your room if you must!

19. No stabbing staff or residents. No matter how much they look like bugs! (OR IF THEYRE NAME IS ANGEL)

20. Don’t try and stab bugs if they’re within 10 feet of another demon.

21. Don’t call anyone a “bitch” OR TALK ABOUT HOW MY NAME SOUNDS LIKE “VAGINA”

22. Limit Niffty’s access to sharp objects.

23. NO DEALS ALASTOR

24. No drinking. Limit drinking at bar.

25. No mentioning the Stock Market Crash of 1929. For everyone’s benefit.

26. Don’t blow a hole in the wall.

27. Try to keep roast battles OUTSIDE the hotel. (Or stop picking fights?? Please Alastor I swear to God…)

28. No spying on the hotel for outside sources or putting technology that can be used against us.

29. No evil laughing in the middle of the night, what the fuck Alastor?

30. No building weapons/war machines.

31. No eggs! (Fine the eggs can stay.)

32. Someone please keep an eye on Niffty. (And the eggs.)

33. Stop touching people ANGEL.

34. Don’t make other people storm off HUSK.

35. Respect boundaries.

36a. If Angel looks like he’s about to pass out/cry don’t comment. Let him do his thing.

36b. Don’t try to talk to Angel if he’s on the phone with Valentino. Honestly don’t even mention his phone calls with Valentino.

37. Please don’t call Lucifer “Daddy”

38. Don’t turn into a 20 foot tall demon-eating creature unless absolutely necessary.

39. Don’t cause angry loan sharks to show up at the front door.

40. NO EXPLOSIONS!

41. Rule #2, “No fights” can be broken if the person you’re fighting is Valentino. Or Adam.

42. Don’t lie to your girlfriend or hide the fact you were secretly an angel.

43. DONT TALK ABOUT PEOPLE’S TITS (or lack of)

44. KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING A BEDROOM ESPECIALLY IF SOMEONE’S HAVING MAKEUP SEX

45. Don’t give people makeovers while they’re sleeping, ANGEL!

46. Don’t pretend to eat someone’s pet, ALASTOR

47. Don’t die.

48. I never want to hear the words “cum-plete” again.

49. STOP HAVING FIGHTS ACROSS THE BUILDING LUCIFER AND ALASTOR!!

50. If Charlie is passed out on the couch LET HER SLEEP

51. No making bombs in the hotel Cherri!

52. Stop breaking rules and then saying it’s “FOR SIR PENTIOUS!”

53. Angel don’t try to shoot someone if they break spaghetti.

54. Don’t break spaghetti. Or “ruin” Italian food. Whatever the fuck that means. This apparently includes pineapple on pizza.

55. Don’t mention Valentino unless Angel brings him up first.

56. Don’t comment on Angel and Husk’s flirting.

57. Only call Angel “Anthony” if things are serious (or if you’re Husk)

58. Don’t use any of the nicknames Husk and Angel use for each other. This includes but is not limited to: “Whiskers”, “Legs”, “Kitty”, “Webs”, “Tony”, “Love”, and “Baby.”

59. It’s better not to question whatever facts Husk gives about his past.

60. Family dinners at 6 pm unless you can’t make it due to prior obligation. Game nights after on Sundays.

61. No hunting people for sport and NO KNIFE MONOPOLY.

62. Don’t attach knives to a roomba so you can have a “boyfriend” Niffty.

63. Keep Niffty away from Roombas.

64. Alastor, treat people with decency. Really, it’s not that hard.

65. No making giant ducks that breathe fire to chase people around the hotel just because they call you short.

66. Therapy. Everyone.

67. DONT HAVE SEX ON THE BAR WHAT THE FUCK GUYS?!

68. If Valentino enters the property you have permission to stab him.

69. “Hell is forever” is bullshit. You guys aren’t. You can do this.

[checkeredflagggs]

Bad Days

drivers: max verstappen, charles leclerc, oscar piastri, lando norris, jenson button, logan sargeant, george russell, pierre gasly, lance stroll

summary: when you have a truly awful day, your driver is there to help

a/n: trying out a new format! please let me know what you guys think

Masterlist

Snapchat

Private Messages

Snapchat

Private Messages

Private Messages, Boss and y/n

Private Messages

Max Verstappen

y/n

liked by maxverstappen1, alexandrasaintmleux, carmenmmundt, and 728,813 others

tagged: maxverstappen1

y/n: on one of the worst and most annoying days of my life, my wonderful boyfriend knew what would brighten my day immensely — meet Peaches and Apricot!

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user1: i love them so much

↳user2: orange cats are the best

↳user1: they really are!

landonorris: repping that McLaren pride!! 🧡🧡

↳maxverstappen1: absolutely not

↳y/n: the only orange I support the my Dutch Lion 🦁 liked by maxverstappen1

alexandrasaintmleux: scheduling is a soothing spa day, lovely

↳y/n: oh I’m so there

↳francisca.cgomes: then we can end the day with a sleepover?

↳carmenmmundt: does that include puppy and kitten cuddles?

↳y/n: it absolutely does

↳lilymhe: count me in!

alex_albon: oh those are some good looking cats!

↳y/n: there is not a single thought happening inside their heads and I love them endlessly

↳alex_albon: yeah that sounds like orange cats 🐈

maxverstappen1: happy to be able to help turn your day around

↳y/n: max just coming home to you would be enough to make my day better — this was just the cherry on top

user3: where do i get a guy who loves me like this?

↳user4: same

↳user5: same

↳user6: uhhhh asking for a friend??

↳user7: no you’re not liked by user6

Charles Leclerc

y/n

Liked by francisca.cgomes, pierregasly, estebanocon and 829,813 others

tagged: charles_leclerc

y/n: bad days don’t stand a chance against my love — thank you for the perfect ending to the day

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charles_leclerc: only the best for you chérie ♥️♥️ liked by y/n

user1: this is what I want

user2: setting the bar high

↳user3: let’s be real it’s in space right now

francisca.cgomes: when you’re back on land, let’s go shopping

↳y/n: retail therapy does sound good right now…

↳charles_leclerc: take my card chérie

↳y/n: thank you my love — I’ll get something for you to enjoy 😉 liked by charles_leclerc, francisca.cgomes

↳charles_leclerc: 🥵☺️

Lando Norris

landonorris

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tagged: y/n

landonorris: I think this is just what the doctor ordered. dinner, movies and a blanket fort

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y/n: it absolutely was what the doctors would have ordered — and speaking of ordering, let’s get pizza

↳landornorris: only if you promise to keep the pineapple on your half

↳y/n: if you keep the mushrooms on yours

↳user1: both of you need to figure out what actually goes on a pizza…

user2: soooo…

↳user3: sleepover on the highway tonight?

↳user2: oh absolutely

oscarpiastri: is this the reason you ransacked my house for all of my extra blankets

↳landonorris: it was for a good cause!

↳oscarpiastri: 🤨

↳y/n: don’t worry about it osc! I’ll have them washed and back to you in a couple of days

↳oscarpiastri: oh don’t worry about — I hope your day ends better then it started

↳y/n: oh it is!

alex_albon: I don’t know if I’d trusted the structural integrity of that fort…

↳georgerussell63: i wouldn’t

↳landonorris: go away you muppets! I’m trying to help my girl feel better

↳y/n: oh watching them make fun of you is very funny! liked by alex_albon, georgerussell63, oscarpiastri

↳landonorris: babe??

Logan Sargeant

y/n

liked by logansargeant, oscarpiastri, liamlawson30, and 823,812 others

tagged: logansargeant

y/n:

“You got a fast car

We go cruising to entertain ourselves”

I’d follow you on any road trip but especially today’s. Thank you Sarge for your unique ability to brighten my day just by being you

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user1: Sarge??? I’m so soft

logansargeant: anywhere you wanna go, I’ll go with you

↳y/n: I know 🩵 liked by logansargeant

↳user2: stop stop stop this is TOO cute!

user3: I’m ok I’m ok I’m ok

↳user4: are you really??

↳user3: THIS KIND OF SOFT LOVE IS EVERYTHING TO ME OK?!

↳user3: she really just said thank you for being you 💙

oscarpiastri: hope your day got better

↳y/n: it always does with Logan around

Oscar Piastri

y/n posted 2 stories

[he got me flowers 💐 🥹🥹][and cleared my schedule for the evening so we could cuddle?!?]

user1 replied oh I want some flowers

user2 replied my boyfriend would never

yourbff replied oh so he’s a keeper keeper

↳y/n he absolutely is…

oscarpiastri replied of course I got you flowers — you love them

↳y/n have I mentioned how much I love you lately?

↳oscarpiastri I love you too

landonorris replied you’ve stolen him from me

↳landonorris we were gonna go play some padel tonight!

↳y/n he was mine first!!

↳y/n play padel with your other boys — this one is mine!

user3 replied oh my god Oscar is the goal. The goat.

user4 replied I wanna cuddle with Oscar…

Pierre Gasly

pierregasly

liked by yn, charles_leclerc, alexandrasaintmleux, and 1,834,913 others

tagged: yn

pierregasly: a little home spa evening for my favorite person

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user1: did he really just create a home spa for his girlfriend?

↳user2: that’s what it looks like!

yn: you are literally the best thing that has ever happened to me

↳pierregasly: that’s my line!

↳user3: where do I get this kind of relationship?

charles_leclerc: I’m going to need you to stop — my Alex is sending me looks

↳yn: ladies if he wanted to, he would

↳charles_leclerc: i want too! I just know how

↳yn: like that stopped Pierre…

alexandrasaintmleux: better treat my girl right gasly!

↳pierregasly: pampering her like a queen liked by alexandrasaintmleux, yn

↳alexandrasaintmleux: good!

George Russell

y/n

liked by georgerussell63, alex_albon, lilymhe, and 728,912 others

tagged: georgerussell63

y/n: just what I needed after today 💚💚

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user1: I don’t know who I’m more jealous of??

↳user2: both?

↳user1: both is good

georgerussell63: Nowhere else I’d have you be, darling

↳y/n: most comfortable spot I’ve ever laid

↳alex_albon: you used to love me like that

↳y/n: not on my post!

user3: i'm ordering my own george russell — anyone else want one?

↳user4: me

↳user5: me!

↳user6: could you add another??

landonorris: why am I seeing mushy romance on my screen right now??

↳y/n: I know relationships scare you but i promise one day it’ll all make sense

↳landonorris: relationships don’t scare me!!

↳georgerussell63: Come now, don’t lie

↳landonorris: you muppets!!

Lance Stroll

y/n posted 2 stories

[apparently I’m taking a vacation?][oh my god Lance is the sweetest]

chloestroll replied girl take a break!

↳y/n I am!

↳y/n not really being given a choice…

estebanocon replied hope you guys have fun!

↳y/n what do you know you lanky French man??

↳estebanocon well now I’m not gonna tell you!

↳y/n booo!

mickschumacher replied I hope you have a good break!

↳y/n it would be better if I knew what was happening!

↳mickschumacher you’ll get nothing from me

lance_stroll replied I told you you’d enjoy yourself

↳y/n thank you Lance, truly

↳lance_stroll of course hun

chloestroll replied this better be the last time I see you on your phone!

↳y/n yes ma’am 🫡

flavy.barla replied ummmm so jealous right now

↳y/n we’ll get the boys to take us on a double vacation this summer!

↳flavy.barla yay!

Jenson Button

y/n

liked by logansargeant, sebastianvettel, lewishamilton, and 829,183 others

tagged: jensonbutton

y/n: apparently i bagged a man that can cook?

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user1: i mean if you don’t want him…

user2: not only can he cook but he’s a whole damn snack

jensonbutton: why the tone of surprise?

↳y/n: you don’t look like someone who can do more then grill a steak or fish

↳jensonbutton: luv…

↳logansargeant: he does give off the energy

↳jensonbutton: kid…

user3: oh to be loved like that…

↳user4: I mean mine gives me McDonald’s?

↳user3: better then nothing I guess

not_markw: where do we sign up for a plate?

↳y/n: You had your chance mark! Leave us alone!

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Person stanning og Agamemnon: reasonable and ready to compromise when messes up, a good commander wrestling an unruly crowd, he is noble and not crying to divine momma to kill his own compatriots (side eyeing someone); not cool to his wife but he paid for that, it works in his character: carry on.

Not og anymore, but I could use a few Agamemnon x Clytemnestra power couple tales, au or set in their youth.

Person stanning fanon Agamemnon: eheh I see you turning a character among many into The guy everybody has to watch out for, spinning a more morality-based type of story; in the og his power over the others wasn't absolute (as he is called out many times) but making him have such authority allows for those juicy power imbalance dynamics that raise the stakes for everybody else (except some Blondie demigod): carry on.

Excellent smut btw ahahah

Person turning Agamemnon into a wet cat: oh I see it, it's his family history of one of the most cursed family lines ever (yeah the other is in Thebes yikes), his youth of exiled, fear and war, his loss of his beloved daughter, his duty to his brother despite he's tired of the war, the way the end of the war doesn't mean rest for him - unless eternal lol: carry on.

Person reading 8th Arrow, where Agamemnon and Priam are tombmates (👀😏), about to raise you all the crackship for the ages: oh, that's me actually ahahah

Person yelling online that people who like any other Agamemnon that isn't the original are wrong and stupid and they should cease immediately: stop right there and go touch grass, my good sir. The original will never change and will always be there, unchanged, for everybody's reading pleasure.

Modern Media Agamemnon: The only absolute asshole in the team. Chilling in his tent wearing flamboyant clothing. Barely fighting and when he does he always has someone do the fight for him. Always speaking about women and sex not respecting anything and anyone. Being the greedy embarrassment of his team. Gladly would offer his own mother if that would mean his victory. Always compared to the worst type of scoundrels. One-sided persona.

Actual Ancient Agamemnon: Strong powerful leader who wears his armor and always fights to the front line of battle encouraging (or daresay provoking) others do the same. Respected by his peers and always managing to turn the public to hear him. Performs many mistakes due to abuse of power but always tries to rectify them. He would do anything for his family. He respects his enemies. Speaks a lot about his concubines but ironically he shows respect for some of them (he defends Cassandra's heritage to his wife). Always compared to the gods. Complicated persona.

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blue for a while | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

summary: monkey's loan spell in the 2022/23 season.

double the trouble masterlist

The Manchester rain felt different. It wasn’t just that it was heavier, colder, or lingered in the air longer than it did in London.

It was lonelier.

And you hated it.

You hated the city. The constant rain, the grey skies, the way it was always cold. You hated how the wind cut through you even when you wore three layers. London was cold too, but it never felt this miserable.

You hated the shirt. You especially hated how the blue felt wrong against your skin, and how every time you pulled it on, it made your stomach churn.

You had grown up in red. Arsenal was your home, your family. 

This? This was nothing but a punishment.

Or at least it felt like it was.

And more than anything, you hated Jonas for sending you here.

You had been absolutely fuming when you found out about the loan.

“You’re joking? I’m not going there!” You exclaimed, outraged even at the thought of it.

“You don’t have a choice, kid,” Jonas had said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“You… You can’t make me! Leah–” You turned to her, desperate, “Mum, can’t you stop this? You can’t let this happen!”

Leah’s jaw had been tight, her fingers flexing at her sides. She was just as frustrated as you were, but the fight had already been lost before it even began, “It’s out of my hands I’m afraid, my girl,” Her voice was strained, “I’m… I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to go,” You had pleaded.

“I know,” Leah exhaled a sigh, running her hand through her hair, “But you’re going to be fine. Auntie Kei, G, and Lucy are there. Just think of it like an adventure.”

Of course, Leah tried to make it sound like it was better than it was, but it wouldn’t be.

You scoffed, shaking your head in protest, “But I don’t want an adventure, I want to stay here.”

Jonas, however, didn’t look the slightest bit phased, “You’ll be expected to arrive in Manchester for your medical tomorrow. The club is sorting your transport out.”

Your stomach had twisted at that. It was happening, whether you wanted it or not.

“Where am I even gonna stay?” You asked, confused as your voice was small.

“Don’t worry, Monkey. I’ll speak to Kei and Luce, and I’m sure you can stay with them,” Leah said, she was trying to be reassuring but you saw the way she was struggling with the idea of this herself.

And then, just like that, the club’s announcement post dropped the following morning after you found out.

It was official.

“Remember, it’s going to be an adventure,” Leah said, forcing a faint smile.

You scowled, “A terrible adventure. Why do I have to go?”

Leah sighed, barely managing to get a spoonful of porridge into Buddy’s mouth, “It was the club’s decision, Monkey. I can’t do anything about it.”

But you didn’t want to hear that. You wanted her to fix it.

You hated it here. And you were vocal about your feelings.

“I hate it here, mum. It’s so shit,” You grumbled, collapsing onto the bed in Lucy and Keira’s spare bedroom after another miserable training session.

“Stop swearing,” Leah chided through the phone, “It’s only for this season. You’re going to be fine, and you have Kei, G, and Lucy, remember? It’s going to be alright.”

You huffed, rolling onto your stomach, “You’ve sent me to live with a crazy woman, Mum!”

Leah sighed, “You’re being dramatic, Monkey,”

“Am I? Lucy tried to shove pineapple on my pizza yesterday. I barely made it out alive,” You protested, dramatically.

“Relax, squirt. Auntie Kei is here to keep you safe,” Keira popped her head around the bedroom door with a cheesy grin, “Don’t yer worry, Le. She’s safe with us!”

You wrinkled your nose, “Did you seriously just refer to yourself in the third person? So lame.”

Keira cackled, “You’re just mad ‘cause I scored that banger past you in training.”

You groaned. You hated that too.

You hated how Keira and Lucy had been given orders from Leah before you even arrived. 

Don’t let her spend too much money.

Don’t let her stay up late.

Make sure she eats properly–no sweets, no energy drinks.

You weren’t a child.

Okay, sure, you were only seventeen, but still. You could take care of yourself.

Except… you were currently banned from Uber Eats because Keira caught you trying to order a McFlurry for breakfast. Lucy had physically taken a pack of Haribo Goldbears out of your hand at training. And when you tried to sneak an energy drink before the match, Keira snatched it and took a sip right in front of you–just to be annoying.

“You’re the worst,” You grumbled, arms crossed.

“You’re predictable,” Keira had shot back, grinning.

You just wanted to throw something at her.

But the worst part?

It wasn’t just that you hated Manchester. 

You hated City. 

Their football was different, it wasn’t Arsenal’s football, and you felt it in every training session, every match. The movement was different, the patterns weren’t the ones burned into your brain from Hale End. Even when you did well, it didn’t feel right.

And the dressing room? It wasn’t the same. Sure, everyone was nice, but they weren’t your people. You missed Katie’s loud, chaotic energy. You missed Lia trying to make sure you ate before training. You even missed Kim’s usual Captain’s mannerisms and stern words.

You missed Leah. You missed Jordan.

And most of all, you missed your favourite little buddy.

The Arsenal group chat was still very much active on your phone, but it didn’t feel like yours anymore. The first few days, the girls had kept you included – talking about training, sending memes– but then the messages started to feel different. The jokes weren’t ones you were in on anymore. You saw pictures from team dinners–moments that you weren’t a part of.

You tried to pretend it didn’t sting.

Jordan and Leah, of course, always checked in.

📲 How's City treating you, little one?

Your answer was always the same.

📲 Shit.

Jordan sent a laughing emoji. That bad?

You didn’t hesitate to show how much disinterest you had for the city or the club.

📲 Yes. I hate it. I fuckin' hate Jonas. I hate the shitty weather. I hate the stupid fuckin' football. I hate everything.

Followed by a phone call from Leah, usually to scold you about your vibrant language.

“Stop swearing will you,” Leah chastised in her usual manner, “Your Mama told me about the text you sent her. I know it’s hard, but…”

You didn’t say the worst part.

You didn’t say how much you missed home.

You didn’t say how much you missed your family.

You swallowed hard, gripping the phone tighter, “I want to come home, Mum,” You muttered, quieter this time, “What if Buddy forgets who I am? I can’t let that happen.”

“Monkey,” Leah’s voice softened instantly, “She’s not going to forget who you are. She’ll still remember her big sister.”

“She’s just a baby,” Your voice cracked, “Babies forget things.”

Silence stretched between you. Then, the call flickered into a FaceTime request. You accepted it without hesitation, and the screen filled with Buddy’s tiny face. She was clutching your stuffed monkey, Mini, babbling your name like it was the only word she knew.

Leah smiled, tilting the camera, “Someone’s missing their big sister. She won’t let go of it,” She teased, her voice warm, “Does this look like’s forgetting you anytime soon?”

Your throat tightened, eyes burning as you fought back tears, “That’s not fair,” You mumbled, voice thick, “You can’t just make me cry like this, Mum."

Leah’s smile softened, “It’s just this season, my girl. You’ll be back home in London before you know it.”

That season felt like an eternity.

© scribblesofagooonerr

[ipostwhatiwant1202]

TMNT Headcanons pt. idk

• if leo's trying to yell for one of the brothers, he says every name but the one he wants

• raph hates mustard

• donnie eats cheesecake filling right out of the container

• mikey is allergic to paprika and often forgets he is

• all four of them love ranch

• they're all guilty of picking april up to move her at some point

• splinter is the only one who likes coleslaw

• they all love Friends

• they're all *slightly* lactose intolerant

• leo and donnie are the only ones who like vanilla over chocolate

• mikey and raph talk to each other in morse code

• donnie and mikey sleep in strange positions

• raph and leo make noises at each other randomly

• mikey and leo are team pineapple on pizza

• raph and donnie both hate mint chocolate

• birthdays are a big deal and they go all out, especially for april and casey

• splinter often helps april with writing her articles

• april often paints their nails

• leo is guilty of occasionally falling asleep during meditation sessions

• raph pinches everyone's cheeks just to make them mad

• donnie can't sleep without a weighted blanket

• mikey is a fan of hell's kitchen and kitchen nightmares

• do they ever tell eachother sorry? no, they just offer to watch a movie or go get food

• they're all strangely good at welding

• strawberry shortcake is a staple in the lair

• all of them hate butterfingers

• splinter still occasionally wipes their mouths when they eat

• raph and donnie are the worst at texting back

• leo and mikey prefer phone calls over texting

• when april sleeps over they all do facemasks with her

• when april's sad they all call her sis

• casey knows no peace with any of them cause he's an easy target

• april and casey's kid is now the turtles' little friend

- leo is the redirection master

- raph is the godfather

- donnie is the go to babysitter

- mikey is the naptime king

- splinter is the child's grandfather

• they fall asleep on eachother's laps quite often

• they all kiss april on the head

• they're all guilty of snacking in the middle of the night

• they all have told april they love her before hanging up the phone

• casey has called splinter dad more than once and splinter never corrects him

• mikey will order chicken fingers if he's never eaten at the restaurant

• raph is a really good singer

• leo loves ice cream

• donnie's favorite food is mexican

• they're all guilty of stalking april's dates before she met casey cause that's their girl

• splinter is old and tired so once he starts counting down from 3 everyone panicks

[chadobi]

Raising the Next Generation | TMNT bayverse x Reader Kids!!

TW: Miscarriage (please read note at the end🤍)

Marcus (18) – Leo’s son

His name, Marcus, was chosen by Leo and means “warrior” (a nod to strength, leadership, and discipline)

He secretly plays a bamboo flute when he’s alone , it’s how he calms his mind.

He was the first mutant child born into the family and the first to complete ninja training from a very young age.

Despite being serious, he has a soft spot for Noah and often carries him on his shoulders.

He’s fascinated by the stars and knows almost every constellation by name.

Marie (16) – Donnie’s daughter

She’s named after Marie Skłodowska-Curie. Chosen by Donnie to honor one of his scientific heroes.

Like her mom, Marie has a photographic memory and can recall entire pages after reading them once. (you get the reference? hehe if don’t here is answer: …)

Her room is filled with glowing constellations, 3D models of molecules, and custom-built tech.

She once hacked into a security system just to help Max get his game account back.

She sometimes wears her dad’s oversized goggles for fun, even if they’re way too big.

Alec (15) – Leo’s son

His name means “defender of mankind” but he jokes it should mean “trouble magnet.”

He has a scar on his eyebrow from sneaking out to do a rooftop stunt at 10 years old.

He often “borrows” Marcus’s weapons and gets scolded for it, then does it again anyway.

He loves fast movement , sprinting, parkour, rooftop jumping, anything that gives him adrenaline.

He pretends he doesn’t care what Leo thinks, but he secretly keeps an old photo of just the two of them in his drawer.

Nova (15) – Raph’s daughter

Her name means “new star”, because Raph said she lit up his world the first time he held her.

She’s incredible at both painting and boxing, a strange but perfect combination.

She keeps a sketchbook full of emotional drawings she never shows anyone… except maybe you.

She once punched Alec for making fun of Ginny and broke his nose. Raph grounded her but also bought her ice cream.

Her favorite hoodie is actually one of Raph’s old workout shirts that she stole and never gave back.

Max (13) – Mikey’s son

Max loves making funny videos and even has a secret channel where he posts animations and skits (with voiceovers by Mikey).

He once taught Noah how to skateboard using a pillow and a lot of yelling.

He’s obsessed with pineapple pizza and has tried to convert the entire family.

He wears mismatched socks every single day, it’s his lucky charm.

Max often talks about wanting a little sibling, not knowing that his own birth was a miracle. You and Mikey tried for years to have a child, and you suffered two heartbreaking miscarriages before him. The moment you held Max for the first time, you both cried, not just because he was beautiful, but because he was your long-awaited light after the darkest times.

Ginny (12) – Raph’s daughter

Her name is short for Genevieve, which means “woman of the race” chosen to honor strength through quiet resilience.

She’s incredibly good at parkour and climbing, and often trains in silence when no one’s around.

She prefers solo sports, especially gymnastics and obstacle courses.

She rarely speaks in large groups but has a very dry, clever sense of humor when she’s comfortable.

She always tapes her fingers before training, a habit she picked up from Raph, even if she doesn’t need it.

Noah (6) – Leo’s son

His name was chosen because it symbolized peace and new beginnings after a difficult year for the family.

He’s obsessed with toy swords and has named each one after a superhero.

He often “patrols” the house with a towel cape and makes Marcus act like a villain so he can “save the day.”

He once drew a crayon picture of the whole family and gave Leo three muscles on each arm.

He insists on wearing socks with turtles on them because “they look like Dad.”

———————————

Hey there!

I hope you’re all satisfied and enjoying my take on the TMNT boys’ kids headcanons! I put a lot of thought into their children’s personalities and everything around them.

I know I touched on the topic of miscarriage here, and I understand it can be uncomfortable or painful for some people. However, I decided to include it because, sadly, it’s something that happens to many people in real life.

I personally know several couples who have gone through it, and I wanted to mention it here to remind us that life isn’t always perfect, these things happen too.

If this is something you’ve experienced, I’m truly sorry 🩷

You are incredibly strong, and you’re not alone in this.

[fawnme1]

UNDERCOVER TOGETHER 2 joaquín torres .˚꩜ .ᐟ

summary; joaquìn and you pose as a married couple for a high-stakes undercover op. too bad the lines between real and pretend start to blur — especially when their “honeymoon suite” only has one bed.

an; caved and finished the part two

marvel mlist

part one

You hadn’t let go of Joaquìn’s hand since the plne left Zurich.

Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe it was the realisation that you’d kissed your fake husband and wanted nothing more than to do it again. Maybe it was the way Joaquìn looked at you now, like the mission was over, but something bigger had just started.

Or maybe… maybe you were finally letting yourself believe this could be real.

“Y’know,” Joaquìn said softly as he leaned closer, “we never actually used the ‘safe word’ Sam gave us.”

You cracked a smile. “That’s because ‘pineapple pizza’ is not a phrase I could ever say with a straight face.”

He grinned, eyes warm. “I don’t know, I think I could get used to hearing you say ridiculous things.”

“You already do,” you teased, nudging his shoulder. “You’ve heard me fake a giggle through five champagne toasts.”

“You were very convincing,” he said, quieter this time. “Too convincing.”

You looked down at your joined hands.

“…I wasn’t faking,” you admitted.

Neither was he.

Debriefing at the compound was the easy part.

No injuries. Mission successful. Arms dealer apprehended. HYDRA connection confirmed.

Then came the part Sam lived for: emotional damage control.

He met you both in the briefing room with coffee and the most annoyingly smug expression you’d ever seen.

“So,” he said slowly, “how was your honeymoon?”

You and Joaquìn exchanged a glance. Both opened your mouths to speak, both immediately shut them again.

Sam raised his eyebrows like a game show host. “That good, huh?”

Joaquìn cleared his throat. “It went well. We maintained cover. No civillian casualties.”

“Mmhmm,” Sam hummed. “And how’s married life treating you?”

You blinked. “We’re not—”

“Not officially,” Sam cut in, sipping his coffee. “But emotioanlly? Psychologically? Spiritually? You two are basically joined at the soul now.”

Joaquìn muttered, “Please stop talking.”

Sam grinned and pointed at you. “She slept in your arms after the mission, didn’t she?”

You gawked. “How did you—”

“Security cam in the hallway. Didn’t turn the audio on because I’m not that guy,” Sam said. “But I did see the moment you held hands like the last ten minutes of a romcom.”

Joaquìn covered his face with both hands. “Oh my god.”

Sam leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. “Listen, I knew this was going to happen. You can’t fake being in love for five days and come out unchanged. Especially when you were already halfway there.”

You blinked. “You knew?”

“Of course I knew,” Sam said, suddenly serious. “Joaquìn, you light up every time she walks into a room. And you,” he looked at you, “you’ve been using sarcasm to hide your feelings since the second I introduced you two. I’m not blind.”

The room went quiet.

“Is this a problem?” you asked cautiously.

Sam smiled, warm, not teasing anymore.

“No. It’s the opposite of a problem. It’s good. It’s real. Just don’t screw it up.”

Two weeks later, you and Joaquìn were officially back in Brooklyn. No missions. No HYDRA. No pretense.

Just one awkward, heart-racing dinner where he picked you up like it was the first time, even though you’d already shared a bed, faked a honeymoon, and nearly died together.

“I don’t know how to do this,” you admitted as you sat across from him in a cozy little restaurant by the water.

“Do what?”

“Be normal with you.”

He reached across the table and took your hand.

“Good. Because I don’t want normal. I want real.”

You swallowed, blinking back a rush of something dangerously close to tears.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Real, then.”

And when he smiled, that soft, honest smile that started all of this, you knew exactly where you were meant to be.

Avengers Jr :)

Sam: just wanna say, i told you so

Shuri: what is this about?

Yelena: who got married

Kate: OMG was it Torres and Y/N???

Peter: wait, they’re TOGETHER??!!

Joaquìn: how do you all know already

You: one mission. ONE.

Sam: i’ll send the wedding registry later :)

Kate: can i plan the real honeymoon?

[alcoholfreenayeon]

WAIT BEFORE WE GET AN ANGSTY KARINA FIC, CAN WE GET KARINA GF HCS. WE NEED TO PREPARE SO WE CAN HAVE SOMETHING FLUFFY TO READ AFTER THAT ANGSTY FIC

Karina Girlfriend HCs

A/N: Well there is a Karina smut coming too before the angst-

SFW HCs

She keeps finding new mobile games to play and she makes you play them too but considering how much she switches around them it’s a bit hard to keep up.

Karina wants to learn how to cook better so she can make your favorite foods. She once attempted to make your favorite dish but ended up asking you for help so frequently that it was basically you making it yourself. She then vowed to herself to get better for you.

She likes to tease you a lot, especially poking your sides to see if you feel ticklish or not.

She’ll rest her head on your lap a lot, smiling happily as she looks up at you.

You once left her in charge of ordering food and dessert and to your horror not only did she order pineapple pizza but also mint chocolate ice cream. You weren’t sure you wanted to eat either at all but you didn’t want to make her upset so you give both a try and to your annoyance it wasn’t as bad as you had imagined.

When she’s away she sends you lots of pictures.

Her favorite place to go out with you is to various parks. Especially at night because she wants to see you underneath the moonlight.

When you feel stressed she’ll hold you tight, making you rest your head on her chest so you can hear your heartbeat. You feel a bit shy about it sometimes but you can’t deny its effect.

Cuddling and watching bad romcom movies together is a must between you both.

She has you saved as her background picture in her phone.

NSFW HCs

When she’s away, especially for more than a few days, the pictures keep getting more and more flirty and naughty as she gets more and more needy for you.

Sometimes when you both are just watching something, she’ll smirk, lean in and whisper something dirty to you, something she wants to do to you and likes to see your reaction, especially if you blush and avoid eye contact.

Ningning once came to Karina’s room to ask for a spare charger for her phone but was a bit surprised to only find you there. To her, you shakily pointed where the charger was and seemed a bit weird overall especially since you were wearing the big blanket during summer. Little did she know Karina was under it, right between your legs.

You can’t help but stare at her in wonder every time you see her in stage and when she spots you in the concert, she always asks her manager to send you to the dressing room later so she can….de-stress after a concert.

She likes to wrap her arms around your neck and bite it.

She often catches you staring at her and gets flirty with a grin.

Whenever she returns from a trip away from you, she just throws herself at you as soon as she sees you, whispering that she was going to show you exactly how much she missed you and how much she needed you.

Whenever she is close to cumming she grips your head tightly, digging her nails into you, whispering your name with urgency.

She once tried to take a steamy picture for you but Winter walked in causing her to panic and drop her phone resulting in Winter picking it up and handing it to her before stopping and staring at you as her background picture and then Karina quickly snatches it admitting to her that yes she is dating you and that if Winter tells anyone about this she’ll be dead.

Winter just smirks and runs off to tell Ningning and that’s how the rest of Aespa found out about you.

[risingoftime]

INTRUDER 🕷 HOBIE BROWN

a/n: my inbox for requests is now closed! I have quite a bit that I need to catch up on. if you already sent one in, don’t worry I’ll be working on it! ₊˚⊹ 18+

During exam season, you have had one of the most stressful times of the year. Hobie was supposed to come over to celebrate completing your last exam, yet you haven’t heard from him since noon. Hobie had always been a shite texter. It was now closer to midnight, and although this wasn’t surprising, you still worried if he was okay. Music blasted throughout your bathroom, drowning out your thoughts as you entered your bedroom to change. Without looking, you collided with a body, causing your towel to drop to the floor. 

Hobie stared at your naked body in complete awe. He innocently went into your bedroom to surprise you with food but walked in on you exiting the bathroom instead. Hobie wasn't sure if he should avert his eyes or simply run out of the flat. Your facial expression mirrored his complete and utter shock. It took everything in Hobie not to let his eyes wander over your perky breasts and supple skin. 

“Hobie, look away, damn it!” You shrieked. Your face felt hot with embarrassment from watching his eyes grow with lust. Hobie looked up to the ceiling as you rushed to grab a robe. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself! Just forget I’ve seen you naked before,” he declared. But, the image was now implanted into his brain. The way your skin glowed from your favourite lotion, the sweet scent radiated off of you. The smell itself enticed Hobie, making him needy for more. He felt his dick harden at the thought of you being naked in the same room as him. Very aware that the tent in his pants was prominent enough to be noticed by you. Fuck it. Hobie turned to watch you as you slid on the black silk robe. In such a rush, you didn’t bother to put anything on underneath. He tried his hardest not to think about how easy it would be for the robe to slip off.

“You could’ve called!” 

“Could’ve, but where’s the fun in that?” Hobie smirked. If he had called you earlier, Hobie wouldn’t have been able to glimpse the beautiful body you hid underneath your usual attire. Sweatpants and an oversized tee, in his opinion, that’s when Hobie found you the prettiest. Although it wasn’t his intention, the sight of your nude body topped everything. 

Better than he had imagined in the late nights when he had felt alone. Hobie knew harbouring such feelings for his best friend wasn't right. Yet it wasn’t like he could control it… or at least that’s what he had told himself. Clearing your throat brought him to reality, and Hobie realized he was staring. 

“This is not a free show,” you stated. Although your voice appeared confident, your body language told another story. Hobie analyzed your inability to keep eye contact and the conscious placement of your arms across your chest to hide your erect nipples. He placed the pizza box on your desk, “Does food count as payment?”  Hobie joked in an attempt to break the ice. He always knew how to make light of any situation, especially one like this. 

“It depends. Did you order pineapple on it?” 

“Yeah, only half. I know how picky you can be.” He noticed your wandering gaze from the pizza box to himself. Hobie wasn’t gullible. He noted how your eyes paused on the growing tent in his pants. A mixture of curiosity and lust swirled in your expression. The tension in the air was palatable; you could practically taste it. You wondered how it would feel to take Hobie into your mouth and taste his cum. Hobie licked his pierced lips, sharing the same sentiment. You cleared your throat and lightly shook your head, failing to shake off the lewd thoughts that littered your mind. “That’s good 'cause I’m starving!” Your voice came out a pitch too high and louder than anticipated. 

Hobie watched as you walked towards the desk, towards him. When your body brushed the front of Hobie’s pants, his hand gripped your hip, keeping you in place. The thrum of your heartbeat overtook your senses, and all your mind could focus on was Hobie’s touch. The simple stroke of his fingertips toying with the loosely tied silk ribbon around your waist made it too easy to become enraptured. Hobie could hear your heartbeat thump loudly in your chest. 

“What are you doing?” You asked. 

“Admiring" was all Hobie said. 

You turned to face him with raised eyebrows, baiting him to continue. Hobie looked down at you and kept his hand firmly on your waist, bunching the fabric of your robe to one side. More of your skin is exposed for him to see. “Hey!” you exclaimed. 

“S’wrong? I’ll show mine if you show yours,” Hobie was needy and desperate to see your naked body, thrilled to take any chance to have you to himself. “Sit down on the chair,” you instructed softly, growing tired of him always making you flustered. The sudden change of attitude took Hobie aback, but didn’t object. In a swift motion, you removed your robe and climbed on top of your bed to face him, bare and vulnerable. 

“I want you to watch.”

“Just watch?” He sighed. 

You simply nodded, unsure if you could trust your voice to come out. This was a first for both of you, and you didn’t want to lose momentum. With open legs, use one hand to slowly glide your fingers down your lower stomach until they graze your clit. Your eyes remained on Hobie as he shifted in his seat, trying to ignore his aching desire. You rolled your hips against your hand, eliciting a low moan from your mouth, playing with the wet slickness that spilled in between your folds. “Such a pretty pussy,” Hobie groaned. The sight of you touching yourself made him feel hot and heavy. Hobie’s dick throbbed against his jeans, practically begging to be handled—a sweet punishment for walking in on you. He dutifully watched as you worked up your nerves, edging to climax. Observing your fingers gliding in and out of your pussy as your breathy moans echoed throughout the bedroom. The sound of your orgasm erased everything. Hobie couldn’t think of anything else, but he had wanted to illicit such a reaction. 

“Please,” Hobie whimpered. 

“Please, what? Use your words.” The shift in power dynamics ignited a fire within you. You didn’t know that Hobie could be submissive and utterly vulnerable, a side of him you had not seen before. “Please… let me fuck you” Hobie’s voice was barely above a whisper; it was unfamiliar territory for him to plead. Hobie might like to be in control, ahead of everyone except you. He relinquishes all restraint. A thin line he rarely crosses. Narrowing your eyes on Hobie, you don’t dare break eye contact as his dark gaze tracks your every move towards him. “Not yet,” you command. 

Getting down on your knees, you separate Hobie’s legs and settle yourself in between them. Your hands graze his thighs, slowly moving upwards and closer to his crotch. Unbuckling his studded belt, you tease him by stroking his cock through his boxers, lightly gripping around his thick girth. You can feel his dick jerk under your fingers as Hobie tries to hold back his sensitive nerves from making him finish in his pants. The mere sight of you bent down in front of him with his dick in your hand was doing him wonders. Your curls were expertly slicked back into a bun so he could see your dark brown eyes as your tongue swirled around his tip. Licking off the pre cum that coated Hobie’s skin before taking the head of his dick in your mouth.

“Agh fuck baby,” Hobie groaned. You took all of him in as he moaned loudly and convulsed in your mouth, reaching the back of your throat. You pull back up and wrap your hands around the base of his length, groping Hobie before swallowing him again. Your head bobbed as Hobie thrust into your mouth, unable to hold back. He was practically spilling onto your tongue. Hobie’s hands gripped the chair handles while keeping eye contact with heavy-lidded eyes. Dangerously close. “God-“ Hobie couldn’t hear anything else above you sloppily slurping his dick.  His whines did nothing but encourage you to suck harder. Your pussy pulsed around empty space, desperate to feel him.

Yet you remained patient, craving for Hobie to melt on your tongue. “I’m gonna- babe, I’m gonna come,” Hobie rasped. His hand-drawn to support the back of your neck as he continued to fuck your mouth. Hobie’s skin was smooth and soft compared to the rest of him. The hardness of his desire twitched before releasing streams of cum down your throat. Hobie let out a broken gasp as he continued to look down on you, watching with parted lips in the form of an “o.” Hobie’s eyes alluded to one thing: pure lust. His gaze ignited a fire inside you that you didn’t even know was lit. He lowered his head to brush his lips against yours before deepening the kiss. Hobie only paused to lift you off your knees and onto his lap to straddle his waist. His warm member is still slick with your spit as your folds glide along his length. 

You could hear Hobie’s staggered breath against your ear as he tried to hold onto the little composure he had left. “You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth,” Hobie whispered. Your cheeks grew hot from his bluntness. Feeling shy from his words was ridiculous when your actions earlier were nothing but innocent. Hobie kissed you intensely as if he believed you would’ve vanished before him. His tongue was demanding yet soft against yours, tasting himself with visor. Hobie’s hands gripped your ass while he moved his hips up to meet your core. He moaned into your mouth from feeling your wet pussy on his dick. The feeling of his cock becoming hard sent shivers throughout your body.

“I’m tired of waiting; I need you inside me.” It hadn’t mattered how close you were to each other. Your bodies still leaned in for more. Never enough. Your heart beats fast against your chest, loud enough that you are sure Hobie could hear it with anticipation of him aligning himself to slide inside you. You watch his abs flex beautifully underneath you.  He had wanted this, and God knows how bad he craved to feel your tight pussy wrap around him. Hobie’s body had gone still once you took in his full length, a stillness that only he could evoke. Taking it all in, silently admiring and immortalizing the outline of your curves as you sat on top of him. 

“Fuck, you’re so, ah-” Hobie was at a loss for words once you began to grind yourself up and down. His eyes rolled back, blissed out. No one has seen this vulnerable side of him but only you. Hobie cursed under his breath, holding you in place to feel the depth of each stroke. Both of you are in perfect sync. You thought him everywhere as he positioned himself to thrust into you vigorously from below. Slower and harder. Your walls clenched as your core tightened. “Say my name when you cum” Hobie rasped. Every tingling sensation sent you screaming and pleading for more of him. More of anything that he would provide, you would selfishly take it. Concentrating with one of his hands on your waist and the other groping your breasts was hard. As ecstasy rippled through, your fingers dug into his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Hobie!” You moaned. The sound of your wet pussy and Hobie’s whimpers filled the room. His hips stuttered, but his movements didn’t subside while he continued to push you further. Hobie bit his lip at seeing you undone on his dick. He wouldn’t be able to get the image out of his head. His eyebrows drew together in deep focus. He was holding back. “Let it out. Come inside me.” Hobie’s eyes met yours before his lips came over yours again, fierce and thorough. Pushing forward towards his own pleasure, beyond his own control. The sound that escaped his mouth could only be described as lewd. Hobie buried himself inside you, filling your pussy with his cum. The warmth of him dripped inside as you rode out the final waves like an aftershock. It never mattered how many times you fucked. You always craved him even more than the last time. To hear him sigh your name like a dying prayer.

navigation | hobie request ₊˚⊹

[mya-valentine]

A Taste of Normalcy

Synopsis: Choso tries pizza and watches Mean Girls with you, slowly embracing human life and realizing he enjoys it—especially with you.

Choso had always lived on the fringes of humanity, both physically and emotionally. His existence had been one of blood, vengeance, and an unwavering commitment to his brothers. But ever since he met you, things had begun to shift. You had this way of pulling him into the world of humans, making him experience things he had never thought to indulge in before.

At first, he resisted. What did the human world have to offer him besides pain and loss? But you were persistent, your kindness unwavering. You took his hand—sometimes literally—and guided him through simple joys, introducing him to what you called “the good parts of life.”

And that was how Choso Kamo found himself sitting on your couch, a large box of pizza resting between you two, while the opening credits of Mean Girls played on the TV screen.

"What's this?"

Choso eyed the box with suspicion. You had hyped up pizza all day, your excitement contagious, and while he didn’t understand why a flat piece of bread covered in cheese and tomato sauce was such a big deal, he trusted you enough to give it a try.

“It’s pizza,” you said, lifting the lid and revealing the steaming, cheesy goodness inside. “One of the best human inventions ever.”

Choso narrowed his eyes. “Better than the wheel?”

You laughed, handing him a slice. “Okay, maybe not that important. But still, it’s up there.”

He took the slice hesitantly, observing the way the cheese stretched as he pulled it from the box. It was warm in his hands, slightly greasy, and the smell alone was unlike anything he’d experienced before.

He bit into it cautiously, his brows furrowing in concentration as he chewed. The dough was soft yet crispy, the sauce tangy, and the cheese rich.

“Well?” you prompted, watching him eagerly.

Choso swallowed, licking a bit of sauce off his lip before nodding. “It’s good.”

“Just ‘good’?” you teased. “Come on, be honest.”

His eyes flicked to yours, then back to the pizza. “...It’s really good,” he admitted begrudgingly before taking another bite.

You beamed. “Told you!”

As he ate, you explained the different kinds of pizza—New York-style, deep dish, margherita, even pineapple pizza, which earned a confused look from him.

“You humans have so many unnecessary variations,” he mused, finishing his first slice and reaching for another.

“Says the guy who controls blood in a hundred different ways,” you shot back playfully.

Choso smirked slightly at that, shaking his head as he took another bite. Maybe human food wasn’t so bad after all.

With the pizza mostly gone, you settled back against the couch, pulling a blanket over your legs. Choso sat beside you, his posture still a little stiff, but you noticed how he had relaxed compared to when you first started doing these little “human world introductions.”

Tonight’s agenda? Watching Mean Girls.

“So, this is a… cultural staple?” Choso asked as the movie began, eyeing the screen with mild suspicion.

“Oh, absolutely,” you said. “This movie defined a whole generation.”

As the story unfolded, Choso remained silent, his focus entirely on the screen. You watched as his expressions shifted—confusion when Cady first entered high school, mild amusement at Damian and Janis, and visible disgust at Regina George’s manipulations.

“This Regina person is a menace,” he muttered halfway through, frowning as she sabotaged Cady.

You laughed. “That’s the point! She’s the mean girl.”

Choso shook his head. “If she were a curse, I would’ve exorcised her by now.”

The mental image made you burst out laughing, and Choso’s lips quirked up slightly at the sound. He liked making you laugh, even if he didn’t always understand human humor.

As the movie went on, he had more questions:

“Why do they care so much about this ‘Burn Book’?”

“What’s the purpose of wearing pink on Wednesdays?”

“Why is this coach so terrible at his job?”

By the time the infamous talent show scene rolled around, Choso was staring at the screen in complete disbelief.

“This is the most chaotic thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, watching as Cady and the others sang Jingle Bell Rock.

“Oh, just wait,” you said, grinning.

Sure enough, the CD skipped, Gretchen kicked the stereo, and the whole performance spiraled into hilarious disaster. Choso exhaled sharply through his nose—his version of a laugh—and shook his head.

“Humans are strange,” he said, watching the screen as the movie continued. “But… entertaining.”

You nudged his shoulder playfully. “See? I told you you’d like it.”

Choso didn’t respond immediately, but after a moment, he hummed in agreement. He would never fully understand the human world, but sitting here with you, eating pizza and watching this ridiculous movie… it wasn’t so bad.

By the time the credits rolled, Choso had finished off the last slice of pizza, and you had curled up against his side, warm and comfortable. He was stiff at first, unsure of what to do, but eventually, he let his arm rest along the back of the couch, allowing you to stay close.

“So,” you said sleepily, tilting your head up to look at him. “What’s the verdict? Did you survive a night of human culture?”

Choso exhaled softly, his gaze drifting from the now-black TV screen to you. The dim lighting of the room cast a soft glow on your face, and he found himself studying the way your features relaxed, how at ease you looked around him.

It was strange. He had spent most of his existence surrounded by death and vengeance, yet here you were, showing him the quiet beauty of a life he had never known.

He thought about the pizza, the movie, the way you laughed without restraint, how you never seemed to fear him.

He thought about how, despite everything, he felt… safe here.

“I could get used to this,” he admitted, his voice quiet but sure.

You smiled, resting your head against his shoulder. “Good. Because I have so many more movies to show you.”

Choso sighed, shaking his head. “Of course you do.”

But he didn’t mind. Not one bit.

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The 104th Squad’s favourite foods! 🍽

I’m finally back doing these! The last one was pretty sh*t so I made sure that this one is better.

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Eren - Cheeseburgers w/ fries from fast food places. Even when he learned to cook for himself. 🍔🍟

Mikasa - Grew up with a healthy diet. Her mother’s homemade rice is one of her favourite treats. 🍚

Armin - His grandpa makes the best BLT sandwiches; to the point where Armin would bring them at school every day. 🥪

Jean - Isn’t it obvious? Of course it’s omelettes. Mainly the ones made by his mom and he’ll never admit it.

Marco - Any sweet tasting fruit, mixed together in a salad, but especially if pineapples are a part of it. 🍍

Connie - He loves a good pizza anytime. His fav toppings being anchovies caused his friends’ confusion. 🍕

Sasha - Yes, it’s meat, but not just meat. Freshly roasted mixed in with potatoes is the way to go. 🍖 🥔

Historia - She has a sweet tooth so any dessert would win her over; mainly cakes and ice cream. 🍰

Ymir - Goes for very salty snacks like fries or pretzels. She carries around water because of this. 🥨

Annie - Equally likes cheeseburgers similar to Eren, however, she feasts on doughnuts much more. 🍩

Reiner - Good old barbecued steak. Makes him more manly and helps his muscles (as he claims). 🥩

Bertholdt - A bowl of spaghetti from time to time, or just different kinds of pasta in general. 🍝

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Law of Attraction ~ Chapter 5

Rom Com AU divorce lawyer!Dave York x fem!Reader (featuring nightclub owner!Javier Pena)

Word count: 4,200

Summary: Dealing with emotions is difficult when you and Dave realize how you really feel about each other. When a night in turns sour, you seek help from an unexpected source.

(spoilers beneath the cut so beware)

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit for smut. Feelings of angst about failed relationship. Fantasizing. Dave in gray sweatpants OML. Fix-it Dave ooh la la! Mention of sex toys/masturbation (f & m). Reader and Dave are down so bad for each other and feeling extremely guilty over it. Pineapple on pizza is its own warning. Fluff. Soft!Dave. Tipsy kissing/making out. Dry humping. You and Dave have your first big fight. Shower self-love. Sex with an Ex. (Sorry about that, but we all make mistakes, right?)

Author's note: We've reached the angst-y part of the story. The course of true love never runs smooth round here, folks. Thanks for everyone sticking through!

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Despite your blossoming friendship with Dave, who's been a rock and a safe space for you post-divorce, sometimes intrusive thoughts come in the form of your ex-husband Javier.

You really can't help it - you'd been with him so long and he'd been the main man in your life, your first, your only. It still feels like infidelity when you try out a dating app just to test the waters. You imagine him doing the same thing then chastise yourself for thinking that Javier would even need to advertise himself just to get a woman. He's probably forgotten all about you by now, probably fucking every cocktail waitress in his establishment, not a thought or care for you while he's chasing tail.

It makes you angry when you linger on who's been in the bed you shared with him, rolled around in the sheets you picked out, whose moans were muffled by the pillows you'd bought specifically for their perfect fluffiness.

Whenever you get an intrusive thought about Javier, you simply think of Dave, and the first detail that comes to mind is his eyes.

You've noticed the subtle way they scan you from head to toe, making you hyper-aware of your chosen outfit of the day. He doesn't linger on any certain part, and you're grateful he can hide whatever thoughts he has. When you speak he seems to truly listen instead of waiting for you to finish so he can talk. And when he smiles or laughs, his eyes have the most adorable crinkles in the corners. You've caught yourself staring too long more than a few times.

If you let your imagination drift even further you think about his lips, how soft they look, the way his tongue swipes across them after a sip of your freshly brewed coffee.

It's easy to forget that he's married, especially when it's just so easy between you, so natural. You tell yourself not to get too sentimental over someone who has a wife and kids, an entire life separate from you that existed before you knew him.

Trying to put your new bed frame together, you realize you don't have you don't have the right tools to complete it. When he finally calls you back you can hear him out of breath on the other line.

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" you ask, a little flustered.

"No, just finished my run," he says.

You explain about your task, and lack of tools for it. He offers his own toolkit and says he'll meet you at your place in twenty.

When you answer the door for him, you're taken aback. Usually in a suit, or at the very least, trousers or jeans and a button-up, it's a strange thrill to see him so casual in dark blue t-shirt and gray sweatpants, toolbox in his hand.

...gray sweatpants.

Your eyes drift downward of their own accord, the quintessential female gaze. Dave waits patiently for you to let him in.

"Sorry!" Heat rushes to the surface of your skin as you lead him to your bedroom, offering water or anything else to drink. Less than an hour later you have the bed frame put together, boxspring, mattress, and sheets on top.

"You can shower here, if you want," you offer, bringing him a green apple Gatorade. He hesitates at first, then admits it'd probably be easier than having to drive back home in sweaty clothes.

While he's in the shower you wash his clothes, trying not to think about him under the hot spray. Has he left the door unlocked? Do you dare to test it? You tell yourself these are irrational thoughts, brought on because he's a new friend and you find him attractive. Once he leaves you're going to put your rose toy to good use for the rest of the night.

Of course he's perfect. He's a lawyer for god's sake. And he's kind, and gorgeous, and so smart, and funny. He likes old movies, he's a good dad, he remembers little things about me, he really listens when I'm talking, and of course he has a perfect cock. I haven't seen it yet, but I know it's big. Maybe even bigger than Javier. Ugh, don't think about him. Think about those gray sweatpants and how good they'd look on my bedroom floor, or maybe even slid down just low enough for him to slide right in-

"Sweetie?" your mom's voice cuts through your fantasy.

"Hm?" You sit up in your chair, swallowing the saliva that's pooled in your mouth, along with the tanginess of the mimosas your mom had made for brunch. Your mom and sister chuckle, exchanging a glance.

"You're on another planet," your sister remarks. "Mom's got a menopausal snail trail going. You're better off tuning out."

Your mother swats at your sister's arm. "I was just talking about that gorgeous Idris Elba. He's my hall pass, you know."

"Mom," you groan. "I don't think we need to know everything about you."

The Sunday morning conversation has turned to men, and you wonder if you've given off signals of your own romantic confusion. You cheeks feel hot and you blame it on the champagne cocktails.

"You've hardly touched your crepes," your mom says, fussing over you. "I hope you're not running a fever." She checks for a temperature on your forehead.

"I'm okay, I promise," you tell her.

"I hope you're not overworking yourself, dear."

You don't want the attention on you because you're sure your mother will tap into her trusty intuition and notice something's off, maybe even read your thoughts.

Luckily your sister takes over, talking about the art program she's starting next semester, and you mouth a 'thank you' as your mother gives her attention instead.

To properly thank Dave for his help, you invite him over for homemade pizza. You hold your own little contest to see whose toppings are better, You allow him the win, simply because he's the only other person you know who adores pineapple on pizza.

Dinner turns into a movie night, and you open up to him in a new way as you scroll through the streaming service app, giving him a glimpse of tv shows and documentaries you've not caught up on, and ones you listed as to-watch.

Over a bottle of moscato and a shared bag of Starburst (you disagree on your favorites when he says strawberry is best, when clearly cherry is the winner) you settle in in front of the warm glow of the tv as you play a movie.

You lean your head on his shoulder and Dave tries to ignore the way his body reacts to your closeness, the way your soft hair brushes against his skin, the subtle scent of your shampoo rising up to greet him, to tease him. He wraps his arm around your shoulders.

"I really like this.. spending time with you," you murmur, eyes on the tv before they flicker up to meet his. "I mean it."

"I like spending time with you too. You seem happier," he notes, eyes taking in every feature of your face from the sparkle in your eyes to the chicken pox scar right above your eyebrow that he finds so endearing. Technically, his words are a lie. He loves spending his time with you. The more he's with you the more he realizes the small things in life he's been missing out on, like seeing a painting for the details for the first time rather than the big picture as a whole.

You shrug. "I'm happy for the most part. I have mostly everything I want. I should be really happy with 'mostly.' Not everyone gets to have a 'mostly.'"

"That's true," he responds, feeling as if you're talking about his own life, the missing pieces somehow missing when you're together. "Maybe all life is, is just enjoying the 'mostly.'" Without thinking about it he brushes a loose strand of your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. The small simple gesture makes you shiver as the air between you thickens with tension.

"More wine?" you ask in hopes of breaking the spell

He accepts, and you refill both your glasses, clinking your glasses together in a quick toast. For one brief moment as your lips touch the wine you allow yourself the audacity to think about his wife.

You open your mouth to speak then shut it, thinking better of it.

"No, say it," Dave smirks. "What's on your mind?"

Guilt, the kind only truly innocent people can feel, keeps you from looking at him when you ask, "Does Carol ever accuse you of anything going on between us?"

He honestly hasn't expected that question, the wine dulling his usually sharp perception. "No, she doesn't. I don't think she knows about 'us' at all."

"Okay," you nod. "Good.."

"Why'd you ask?"

"I just think if she had any suspicion then we'd have to take a step back, out of respect, you know?"

Suddenly the thought of stepping back into anything resembling the life he had before he met you sounds unpalatable. "Do you want to take a step back?"

"No, I don't," you're quick to reply. "But if she ever thought.." you sigh, leaving that thought unfinished. "I'm just projecting my trust issues where they don't need to go.."

"I see where you're coming from," Dave says. "But I'm telling you, I could leave town for a week and Carol wouldn't question it, so long as the money shows up in our joint bank account and as long as I'm on time for whatever black tie charity event she's spearheading that week."

You smile, stroking his arm. "See? This is why I like you. We hold our own little pity parties and drink wine and watch old movies." And when you rest your head on his shoulder again, it takes everything in him to keep from pressing his lips to the top of your head.

"Do you want to watch another one?" you ask. "Or do you have to get home?"

He's tempted, so tempted to stay, to bask in the lovely warmth that is you. But now you've put Carol in his mind and he's starting to sober up just a little. "I should probably get going. I've got a meeting tomorrow morning."

"Oh.." you try to hide your disappointment. "Of course. I understand."

Dave takes a breath to clear his dangerous thoughts, downing the last of the wine in his glass before he focuses on ordering an Uber. Though you'd promised you could drive him home, he didn't want to risk it as you'd also been drinking. "Should be here in fifteen minutes," he says, stumbling forward as he tries to stand.

"Whoa.. hey," you chuckle, holding him steady. He manages to stay on his feet, holding onto your shoulders. He feels the heat radiating off you, he can smell the freesia of your perfume. His body reacts on an instinctual level, one he hasn't allowed in so long. He needs to have you. Right now.

"Are you okay?" you ask softly, steadying him. "I can drive you home. Cancel your ride." Your hand cups his cheek.

The heat that's been building up in his chest has moved further down towards his groin, your touch only furthering his struggle to control his thoughts. "No, no.. better not risk it. We've both been drinking," he says, the one principle that hasn't been clouded by your proximity.

"I guess wine sneaks up on the best of us," you admit, feeling the effects after all. "I just want to make sure you'll get home okay."

His hands travel down, landing at your waist as he leans his head on top of yours. "I am home.."

Your eyes close, body heating up with the closeness of him, the familiarity that you've thought about but never acted on. Your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, bringing you close together, the beat of your hearts nearly tangible.

"No one's touched me since.." Since Javier is what you mean to say, but uttering his name feels sacrilegious in the intimacy of the space you share, and a sweet chill goes through you when Dave's hands wander down to your hips. His voice is husky as he says, "I don't know how anybody could keep their hands off you."

Lips parted as you gasp, you try to explain. "I meant touched as in something simple and nice.. like this.." You realize how needy you must sound to him. "..like, how you're holding me now. Just.. friendly."

There's a tightness in his chest at your word. Friendly. That word alone should calm him down, but it has the opposite effect, exciting him further. He wants to give you more than just a friendly touch. He wants to do more than just be friends with you. "Friendly? Is that what you want me to be? Just friendly?"

You nod. "You're my best friend, my only friend these days."

That word is like a knife in his chest, taking away all his restraint. Suddenly both his hands grip your ass, pulling you into an embrace that is more than just friendly. "Is that all you want me to be?"

"Dave!" you gasp as you're pressed close to him. And fuck he's hard. Maybe this was what you needed to finally cross the line, not just blur it. Desire pools in your abdomen, slick suddenly coating your panties as your mouths finally meet in a hot and hungry kiss, tasting of wine and candy as you roll around on the couch.

Every part of Dave's body that isn't touching yours feels empty. His tongue invades your mouth, hips settling between your thighs, grinding himself against you. Your fingers card through his hair, tongue dueling against his. He'd imagined this for weeks now, but was never sure he'd ever feel this with you. He wants more, he wants all of you. This fact is cemented as you pull his tongue into your own mouth, sucking on it.

"Wait.. wait.." you groan, pushing him away. "We can't."

He groans as well, all rational thought foreign to him as most of his blood has journeyed south, evident in the unmistakable bulge you'd just enjoyed him teasing you with. He gives himself some time to cool down as you move away from him. "Yeah.." he says eventually, head in his hands. "You're right, we can't."

Still worked up, you sigh deeply, still tasting him on your tongue, still feeling the rocking of his hips. "If I sleep with you then I'm no better than any of those bitches who slept with Javier."

There's a sharp look in his eyes as he pins you down with his stare, his pride wounded. "Hey. Don't ever compare me to that bastard. I am nothing like him."

"Dave, I didn't mean-"

He knows it's probably the blue balls talking, all the heat of the moment soured from its initial passion. He holds up his hand to stop you from saying anything further, from explaining what he doesn't want to hear. His mind starts to clear. He'd let himself get carried away. He's in your home, drinking your wine, sitting on your sofa, and getting ready to fuck you the way he'd imagined it so many times before. He stands and steps away from you. "If I was just like him I wouldn't give a damn about you. I'd have taken what I wanted and left without a single thought for you." To add salt to the burn he adds, "It would have been that easy."

Anger and hurt flares within you. "Careful, Dave. You're on the same path he started on, and it's a slippery slope for cheaters."

His eyes widen in surprise at your coldness, forgetting how icy his own words had been towards you. He'd come to you for fun and comfort, to shed the stress of work and life, not to get in your pants, though he's not upset it had nearly gone that way. "You think I came here tonight to cheat on my wife? You think I'm trying to be the next scumbag to break your heart?"

"You spend all this time with me instead of your own wife. And just now.." you release a shuddering breath, "you mean to tell me that if I hadn't stopped you we wouldn't be rutting against each other like wild dogs?"

Dave's anger dissipates, replaced by a sense of shame. You're calling him out big time, and he doesn't really have a response. He's spent more time with you in the past few months than he has with his wife in over a year. With a frustrated sigh he lets his head hang.

Through the living room window you see a pair of headlights pull up to the curb outside your house. "You should go. Your Uber's here."

"Yeah," he mutters, getting his jacket before he heads for the door. You watch him leave, so many other things you want to say are on the tip of your tongue, but you don't dare let them loose. You've already crossed a line with him, and you can't forgive yourself for the way you feel about him. His leaving is for the best.

The air is cool outside, letting the heat dissolve in his system, bringing some lucidity to his situation. But it doesn't help the gnawing feeling inside, his anger at himself for speaking that way to you. He's a ball of emotion right now. Before getting into his ride he casts one last glance at your window. There you are, the most beautiful woman he's ever known, the one he's fantasized about and lost sleep over. He came so close to having you to himself tonight, but you were right to stop him. It was a mistake.

He tries to compose himself in the backseat of the Uber, to make sense of who you are and what you mean to him. Of course you would attach yourself to the one man who'd been there for you to sever your connection to your ex. Maybe you had an innate gratitude, maybe you saw him as a hero. That's all it could be.

Suddenly his cell phone buzzes in his jacket pocket. Carol's name flashes on the screen.

"Honey, where are you?" she asks when he answers.

Dave pinches the bridge of his nose. "Hey, babe. I just went for a drink after work. What's up?"

"I just miss you," she says.

A wave of guilt courses through him, sharp and hot. Nauseating. "I miss you too, babe. I'll be home soon."

It's a surprise for him to be greeted by her as soon as he comes through the door. Even more so when she reaches up to kiss him. "You taste sweet. Like candy," she comments with a smile.

Her lips are soft, familiar, but they cause no reaction in him like they used to. Not like how kissing you felt. He gently pulls away, removing his jacket and putting it on the coathanger. "I had some jello shots at the bar," he lies.

Behind him, she puts her arms around his middle. "The girls are asleep. Want to come upstairs?"

Dave's body and his mind recoil, his guilt piloting his next move. Does she know? Can she sense it? "I'm a bit tired," he answers. "I think I'm just going to shower and go to bed."

"I could join you.."

A rush of heat is sent straight to his dick at her persistence. The thought of getting any type of action tonight is intriguing. But for some crazy reason he can't find the will to say yes.

"Not tonight, babe. I can barely stand straight as it is.."

"Oh." Carol is disappointed. "Are you sure?"

He nods. "Next time, yeah?"

"Yeah. Fine." She moves past him to the kitchen.

Once again he's disappointed her. What if it was a test? Things haven't been great between them, yet she's never accused him of having an affair. Not that he hasn't been tempted, heaven knows he's only a man. But you're the first person to actually make him want to cross that line.

He hates himself and he hates disappointing you and Carol.

Your scent is still on his clothes as he discards them before getting in the shower. He lets the water beat down on him, grabbing the soap and washing away any trace of you on his skin. But if only it could wash away the memory of the way you kissed him back, your body pliant beneath his on the sofa, the way he fit so perfectly between your parted thighs-

Without thinking about it his hand is already fisted around his cock, the soft suds a sad replacement for what he imagines the glorious slipperiness of your tight channel must feel like.

Carol's voice comes through the door, knocking him from his fantasy. "I have to go into work for a little while. I'll see you later."

He rinses the last of the soap off him before turning off the spray. "You're going in now? At this hour?"

"Dave, it's a hospital. They never close. I'll be back in a few hours."

"Okay.. bye. Be safe," he says, getting out and drying off his hair.

It's hours later and Dave still hasn't caught a wink of sleep. He's tossed and turned, punched his pillow, flipped it, punched it again. Carol is still gone. Once, Alice wakes up and asks him for a glass of water, which he happily obliges as it allows him to do something other than thinking. But as soon as she's had her drink she goes back to sleep and he's left alone with his thoughts again.

It's a few hours before dawn when he gets a text from you:

Hey, I'll pick you up later today to get your car from my place.

Dave exhales deeply. He can't just ignore you. He really does need his car back. But distance is the only way he can control himself right now.

Don't worry about it. I'll get Carol to drop me off and get it. Thanks though.

He waits for the read reply and gets no response from you. In this he feels more regret than satisfaction. Yet his thoughts still drift to the taste of your mouth, your body crushed against his, your hands in his hair. Desperate for release, the only way he's going to get any sleep is to take care of himself, to finish what he'd started in the shower earlier.

He'd left you so on edge, but it wasn't his fault. As Dave's Uber left with him in it, you hated yourself for what you did next. You picked up your phone and called the one person you shouldn't have.

Still wrapped in the bedsheets, you watch as Javier lights a cigarette and exhales a puff of smoke as he rests against the headboard. Both of you are still sweaty, the pleasure fading to a gentle throb between your legs as your breathing slowly returns to normal.

"I miss you," he says, running a finger along your bare arm.

"This was a mistake," you tell him, shaking your head. You never imagined that you'd feel disgust and shame after such a passionate encounter, but the life you've lived since leaving your husband has shown you a million more possibilities, and you're ashamed that you've fallen back into one that's already been proven not to bring you happiness.

"Don't say that, mi amor" he begs, stamping out his cigarette and reaching out for you as you reach over for your clothes on the floor. "You came to me for a reason. You must still have love for me in your heart."

"I came back to familiarity," you correct him, cursing when you can't find your underwear. Just moments before he'd had you in every position and even a few ones you didn't know existed. He'd counted out loud each time your cunt quivered around him, as if taunting you. "And now I'm truly done."

"Done? With me?"

"Javi, honey, you're only good for one thing," you tell him, shimmying into your panties.

And just to prove the universe has a sense of humor, in walks Cindy, the woman you'd found Javi cheating with in this very bed.

"Great.. just great," you mutter, getting the rest of your clothes on. "Don't worry, Cindy, I'm not staying, Not ever again, I hope you enjoy the house. I did all the decorating. But a little word of advice: give your relationship a second thought. If he cheated on me, he'll do the same to you. You can't build your house on another woman's tears and expect it to stand."

Cindy is still speechless at your presence, and Javi just hangs his head.

"Everything that's attractive and charming and fun about him now will eventually wear off. Cindy, you're young and beautiful. Find someone who isn't going to ruin that."

With one more look around, you leave, more confident than you've ever felt in your life.

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