#euro lottery

[thirstyforjere]

those that get it, get it

[homeosloven]

ugh just found the perfect apartment, on a perfect location, does anyone have like 290k euros they don't need to lend them to me real quick??

[stijlw]

[robinlefevre]

LE meilleur BON PLAN SOUS de tout l'Europe est sur la place, venez visiter ✨😇🛍️

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[a-dash-in-the-middle]

hoping that state lottery closes forever next year<3

[lotteryuk]

Exploring Euro Millions Odds: Unveiling the Ball Game

When it comes to the Euro Millions, the excitement lies in the numbers! This intriguing lottery, famous for its colossal jackpots, relies on a unique ball-drawing system. Understanding the game's odds is key to increasing your chances of a life-changing win.

The Euro Millions draws a total of 5 main numbers from a pool of 50 and 2 Lucky Stars from a pool of 12. With a bit of math and some luck, you can uncover the true odds of winning. Euro Millions offers various prize tiers, making it possible to win even if you don't hit the jackpot.

To explore this captivating game further, delve into the fascinating world of probabilities, jackpots, and more. You might just find that your lucky stars are aligned for a future windfall!"

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑪𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑳 𝑸𝑼𝑰𝒁. ( send one or multiple of these to learn a little more about my muse(s). )

[ mai tai ]  if they could have any superpower in the world, what would they choose? [ white russian ]  what would they do if they won the lottery? [ grasshopper ]  what / who would they dress up as for halloween? [ tequila sunrise ]  how would they spend their perfect day? [ californication ]  what do they think is their greatest achievement in life? [ caipirinha ]  if they could change one thing about themself, what would it be? [ painkiller ]  what is their greatest regret? [ moscow mule ]  if they could travel through time, where would they go? [ dry martini ]  what is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to them? [ tom collins ]  which living person would they most want to meet? [ greyhound ]  if they could have a dinner with just one person ( dead or alive ) who would they choose? [ planter's punch ]  how long does it take to befriend them? [ sangria ]  do they have any special routines they follow every single day? if yes, which? [ whiskey sour ]  what is the biggest lie they ever told someone? [ zombie ] do they believe in life after death? [ margarita ]  what are their biggest pet peeves? [ mojito ]  what is one goal they are working towards? [ appletini ]  who do they consider the most important person in their life? why? [ cosmopolitan ]  what is their happiest memory ever? [ gin tonic ]  who influenced them the most? [ bloody mary ]  what would they do if they only had one week left to live? [ manhattan ]  where would they like to travel the most? [ old fashioned ]  what would their adult self tell their kid self if they could go back in time? [ blue lagoon ]  how do they typically react when faced with something they fear? [ sidecar ]  what type of person are they most likely drawn to? [ negroni ]  what is one piece of advice they would give others? [ hurricane ]  which song describes them the most? why? [ sex on the beach ]  what do they consider red flags in a relationship? [ mimosa ]  which incident shaped them the most? [ long island iced tea ]  if they had the chance to redo their life, what would they do differently the second time around? [ mint julep ]  which was their dream job as a kid? [ singapore sling ]  how do they react to disappointments? [ alexander ]  what would they do with one million dollars / euros / pounds / whatever currency they use? [ screwdriver ]  which habit do they wish they could get rid of? [ gin fizz ]  do they consider a glass half-full or half-empty? [ aperol spritz ]  which is one thing they still think about a lot? [ piña colada ]  how do they show affection? [ swimming pool ]  what is the most important lesson they've learned in recent years? [ b52 ]  how would they describe themselves in as few words as possible? [ daiquiri ]  do they believe in true love? why or why not?

[demilypyro]

did you guys know that in the social housing system of the netherlands you can only apply to two addresses per day, and you'll have to win a lottery against 2000 other applicants to get it. and you can apply for priority if you have urgent issues like family conflict or becoming homeless but that costs 110 euros in legal fees with no guarantees and no returns if you're rejected.

[blackdollette]

idk if youve already done sum like this buttt, fem reader is a pole dancer and jack or euro pay for a private lap dance or sum and reader gives him a lil somethin more when they alone 😝

since yall voted for euronymous!

"i drop it like it's hot on the pole." | euronymous

midnight dancer girlfriend. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @vanlisbon @livingdead-reilly @oliviah-25 @lankysimp @auggiethecreator @livingdead-materialgirl @monkeyfart

stripper!female!reader x euronymous

word count: 1.6k

contents: pole dancing, striptease, teasing, masturbation, fingering, public sex, unprotected sex, squirting, slight overstimulation, a little aftercare

euronymous’ eyes were locked on you from afar. you could feel the burn of his stare along with at least one hundred pairs of other eyes that couldn’t remove their eyes from your body. you effortlessly slid down the pole, your hair flowing and perfectly covering your illuminated face as your black leather skirt lifted a little, leaving almost nothing to the imagination of all those who gawked at you from the crowd. awestruck men couldn’t help but throw dollar bills onto the stage as a token of appreciation for the show you were putting on.

euronymous sat at the bar in the corner, slowly sipping from his beer, the cold glass bottle chilling his pale fingertips. he had ended up at the club on a late saturday night, craving a different kind of excitement than his usually rowdy concert scene. and boy, did he get exactly what he was looking for. he had been lured in the second you walked onto the stage, and decided to make himself comfortable as you discarded your pieces of clothing one by one until you were left in your lacy black bra, matching panties, and a tight skirt to keep the crowd thirsting for more.

he watched a bead of sweat drip down your neck, rolling in your cleavage before disappearing into your bra’s fabric. he wanted to lick those droplets while you had your hands in his hair, moving up and down on his cock as you screamed out moans of ecstasy. he began to feel extremely overdressed in his leather jacket and dark jeans, especially as his manhood pressed against the tight denim. 

the lights in the club went red-tinted magenta as you flipped upside down on the pole, spreading your legs in a perfect split before getting yourself back on your feet, kicking off your heels as money rained down onto the stage. your stage. the undeniable flush in your cheeks from the thrill made you look all the more enticing. like a succubus on earth that was delivered as a blessing to whoever laid eyes on you. you were glowing underneath the electric pink light. truly a tempting sight that implemented sinful thoughts into the minds of everyone who saw. you got on your knees, running a hand through your hair. 

you held a hand out to the crowd, silently asking for a drink. mulitple people held out their beers, desperate to have their bottles touched by your lips. you snagged a bottle, throwing your head back as your took a greedy gulp from it, a waterfall of liquid pouring down your neck and chest, earning a roar of cheers as you handed the bottle back to the lucky man, leaving a lipstick stain on the rim. he took it, hugging it to his chest as his face lit up like he had just won the lottery. you had seen people sell things you’d touched outside the club. you knew they went crazy for shit like that.

euronymous’ body trembled as you crawled across the floor, saying your hips in a way that was enough to make him run mad as you collected all the cash, stuffing the bills into your bra and a few into the lace of your panties, just barely peeking out. his eyes trailed down your curves, starting at the tops of your breasts and trailing down to your hips. he wanted to run his hand down your body while you were lying on your back with two of his fingers shoved deep inside of you. you brought your hands to the back of your bra, and that did it for him. he called the bartender, trying to get the words out of his tightening throat.

“what can i get for you, sir? another beer?” the bartender spoke loudly over the music while he cleaned a glass. euronymous cleared his throat, trying to sound like the “terror incarnate” that he’d forgotten he was. “i-i wanna book tonight’s dancer for some alone time.” his voice sounded more squeaky than he’d like it to. “alright then, sir. ill just need you to sign this sheet.” the bartender pulled out a leaf of paper and placed it on the counter in front of him, handing euro a pen. the paper had the words “private sessions” in bold at the top of the page with the price right below it. €100 per session. but he was too horny to give a fuck. he saw your name and an open time on a line at the bottom, a space for a signature. he picked up the pen with his clammy hand and messily scribbled down his signature, slamming the money onto the counter and returning the sheet. the bartender looked at him with a satisfied smile before pinning the paper in the wall. so euronymous was finally going to get you alone. perfect.

~ ~ ~

that was 30 minutes ago, and now euronymous found himself in one of the club’s backrooms, sitting on a little bed as he fidgetted, waiting for you. his scheduled time was 9:30pm, and it was currently 9:29. he mindlessly studied the mattress, a variation of cumstains littering the blanket. now he really knew what he was in for tonight, and his mind raced with disgusting thoughts that would be frowned upon if he was anywhere else. the sound of the door closing interrupted his thoughts, and there you were. you were all sweaty and tired, but somehow that only made you more alluring to him. you had slipped a jacket onto your skimpy outfit, granting you a little more modesty.

you locked eyes with him immediately, frozen in place by his appearance. you had never seen someone like him at a place like this before. his long, midnight black hair contrasted his snow white skin that made way for crystal blue eyes. he was like a fairy tale mixed with your darkest nightmares. he sized you up hungrily, and you felt heat pooling in your core. you broke the silent, a grin tugging at your lips. “so i’ve got you for the night…” euro’s groin sizzled at your hint of possessiveness, which he instantly found he liked. your voice was low and smoky, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would sound like when he pounds into you, making you cum for the umpteenth time as you whimpered out his name. you walked around the room, lighting a few candles before glancing at him once again.

“i don’t see many guys like you around these parts.” you come to sit on the bed beside him, checking out his body from a closer distance. he was jacked. you could easily make out his defined biceps through his leather jacket, and you could see his nipples sticking from his thin black tank top. you seemed slightly amused at his silence. “you dont talk much, huh? that’s fair. what’s your name?” he cleared his throat. “euronymous, lead guitarist of Mayhem. call me oystein.” your expression grew sly at the mention of this. you casually crawled into his lap, slipping off your jacket and his. you sat down with your legs on either side of him, resting yourself right on top of his aching boner.

a barely audible groan slipped from his lips as his eyes instantly fell to your tits. he so desperately wanted to tear the bra off of you and take them into his mouth, pinching and biting at your nipples until they were all red and sensitive. you held his hands, bring them to your hips so that he was gently straddling your ass. you brought your lips to his ears, whispering softly enough to turn his bones into putty. “you know… i don’t think i’ve ever been fucked by a rockstar…” as his hands touched you, you felt the callouses on his fingers, and you pussy throbbed at the thought of those fingers curling inside of you, making you squirt over and over again. 

the room fell silent as you turned around, your head by his feet and your ass pressing right against his knotted stomach. you unbuttoned your skirt, adding it to the pile of clothes on the ground. and there it was. those curvy hips, plush thighs, and round rear that had caught his eyes at the very start. goddamnit, he would cum right now if he couldn’t get himself together. you start to grind your hips against him, your clothed pussy coming into contact with his boner every now and then. he leaned back onto the bedframe, starting to really enjoy the show. he didn’t even realize his hitching breath growing louder.

you kept your back in a perfect arch as you continued to tease him, rubbing your hard clit against his belt buckle as he gave your ass a squeeze, followed by a firm slap that make your ass jiggle. the movement made his heart jump. he began to get touchy, slipping his thumb in between your legs as he gently rubbed your pussy through the fabric. he was instantly coated in your juices as a quiet moan slipped from your lips. then you started to pick up the pace.

you sat back up, turning to face him. you backed away a few feet before reaching your hands to the clasp of your bra, unclipping it in one swift movement. your tits were revealed to him in an instant, your nipples brushed to stiff peaks by the cold air. you tossed your bra to him and he caught it effortlessly, starting to unbuckle his belt. he tossed it to the side, unzipping his jeans. his cock sprung out and slapped the base of his stomach, leaving a drop of precum behind. he wrapped your bra around his dick, starting to pump it as quicker cum dribbled from the tip.

“o-oh, fuck…” heat coiled in his gut as you slipped your thumbs underneath the band on your panties. you kicked them off your ankles, now sitting completely nude in front of this hungry predator. “y-you’re fuckin’ perfect…” he brought a hand forward to start pulling you to him, bringing you to sit on his lap once again. he wasted no time connecting your lips in a dirty kiss, his tongue tracing your teeth and locking with your tongue as he brought his fingers to your swollen clit, using your cum as lubricant as he rubbed quick circles onto it. you moaned into the kiss, bucking your hips into him as you covering his fingers with your liquids.

he flipped you around so that you were laying on your back. he was now face-to-face with your perfect little pussy. he dug his teeth into it, hungrily lapping up every single droplet that your folds produced. he shoved two fingers into you, them sliding in with ease as he curled them. he hit your cervix within seconds, and you completely lost it. you were screaming, crying out his name as you rutted your hips against his nose, the tip bringing more stimulation than anything else. your hands were tangled in his hair, digging into it as your sensitive bud began to pulsate. “j-just like that, oystein..! i’m fuckin’ cumming!” he forced your legs apart even more, his hips helplessly bucking into the mattress as puddles of cum formed underneath him. his face was covered with your nasty fluids, but he had never been happier. as his fingers hit your g-spot once more, the floodgates broke open. you screamed as water rushed out of you, drenching his hair and face. he stuck out his tongue, drinking you up and not letting a single drop go to waste.

he flipped you over again, making you sit on his lap as he locked his lips with yours, backing into the headboard. he lifted up your hips and set you onto his cock, finally granting himself some relief. “s-so fucking tight!” you began to ride him, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. he grinned as he groaned breathlessly, growing needier by the second. he began to take off his tank top, revealing himself to you. but your eyes were screwed shut as they filled with lustful tears. he grabbed your throat, hungrily kissing your neck as your body started to shake. “...all fuckin’ mine, baby…” his words made your skin vibrate as you felt that familiar feeling polluting your insides.

“g-gonna cum again..!” your words were cut short as another powerful orgasm tore through your body. your cum poured out like a waterfall, covering his as hot strings shot out from his tip. he growled like a wild beast as he filled you up, stuffing you with warmth. you collapsed onto your side, panting heavily as cum leaked out from your hole and onto the bed, adding to the collection of stains. you were tapped out in less than 2 minutes. euronymous sat up, looking at you as he twirled your hair in between his fingers. “all fucking mine.”

author's note: in my flop era 😝😝😝

[urdrowning]

Hi :)

If you are taking requests, could you please do a Leah oneshot?

Maybe one where reader is really famous (a singer/model/actress/or whatever) and her and Leah have been dating for a while in secret. And Leah’s teammates are suspicious of who’s she’s always spending time with or texting.

Also if you could, could you include Leah introducing reader to them?

Could be England or Arsenal teammates. Or both lol.

Thank you :))

AN - tysm for the request !! i kinda got lazy at the end cause i caught covid while writing LMAO. i don’t really like the ending. MAYBEEEE i have a part two in mind of a soft launch.. maybe i don’t..

superstar / l. williamson

celebrity relationships are always awkward. when you’re under constant spotlight, it can be hard to settle down. finding someone who actually loves you for yourself, and not for your status isn’t easy. so that’s why you truly believe yourself to be the luckiest of the bunch.

leah williamson, your diamond in the rough.

you met leah at the BRIT awards in 2022. the minute you made eye contact with her brilliant blue eyes, electricity coursed its way through the both of you. the two of you spent the entire night together, getting to know each other. sat on tables next to each other, conversing through the speeches and nominations.

“if you win this award, i’ll take you on a date.”

she smirks at you and you’re taken aback. you’ve been so caught up in her presence that you didn’t realise that your section was up. you and your band have been nominated for the best upcoming artist award (tbh idk if this is a thing. if it’s not, pretend it is) before you even know it, the announcer has taken the stage and begins to announce the winner.

“and the winner of the best upcoming artist award is..”

you can barely even comprehend what they are saying, you’re rather distracted by leah’s hand, as she moves it to discreetly hold yours under the table. you’re in a blur as the announcer continues and you don’t even hear who wins. but, judging by how your band mates have all stood-up and look like they’ve won the lottery, you’ve got a pretty decent bet. you get hoisted up by your band mates as you walk on stage for the group’s acceptance speech. you let your band mates do the talking, as you’re too dazed to even think. (this very much goes viral in with your fans. your ‘fish out of water look’ is now a fan favourite meme)

despite suffering from equally massive hangovers, she’s true to her word, leah took you out on a date the following night. even though it was a small date at the arcade, you would probably still consider it one of your most fondest memories. on your third date, you kissed her. then, on the following night, she showed up on your doorstep, flowers in hand, asking you to be her girlfriend.

your one year anniversary together is approaching and the two of you are still as inseparable as you were when you first met. despite not being together for long, the both of you are unable to picture a future without the other in it.

leah is a private person, as are you. you both agreed to keep your relationship quiet and between yourselves. but, with your relationship approaching it’s first milestone, the both of you are getting restless. neither your family nor your friends are aware of your relationship.

how you’ve managed to keep it a secret from your band mates is a mystery of scooby doo fame. especially since you literally share an apartment with one of them. you consider your band mates your own found family, your forever bestfriends. each of you have been best friends since secondary school, and clearly, have been inseparable since. ironically, you’re all major football enthusiasts as well. you and your band mates are die hard lioness fans, even attending the euro’s competition in support (again, it’s a mystery how they didn’t find out. leah wouldn’t stop smiling at you in the crowd) leah struggled as well, her teammates are getting suspicious. the way she hides her phone from them as she giggles at it when you text.

“you’re seeing someone, aren’t you.”

leah’s head shoots up from her phone at the voice, only to be met with a suspicious looking keira walsh. looking at her with an accusatory stare.

“w.. what are you talking about?”

leah stutters out in an attempts to deny it all, but keira can see right through her, and is determined to get the truth out.

“don’t pretend leah, i know somethings up.”

leah sighs and looks down, avoiding kiera’s glare. she shrugs her shoulders lightly and appears similar to a child who’s got caught breaking the rules. she then reluctantly and awkwardly mutters

“yeah, i guess i’ve being seeing someone..”

keira’s stern gaze breaks as she excitedly sits down next to her friend and grabs her arms, flinging her about as she rapidly fires questions at her.

“who is it? what are they like? how long have you guys been together? are you being safe?”

leah looks mortified. she’s getting overwhelmed with the amount of questions that are being fired at her.

“keira, for gods sake, slow down! we’ve been together for almost a year now, and she treats me well.”

keira pauses her movements, looking at leah with her mouth agape.

“.. a YEAR?? who is she?”

——

“i’m so sorry, babe. i didn’t mean for this.”

leah feels incredibly guilty. she stares at you through the phone screen after relaying the earlier events to you. you’ve been quiet since she started telling you, appearing to be lost in thought. after leah’s fifth apology, it seems you snap out of your trance and smile at her.

“leah, honey, breathe. it’s okay, i’m not mad. it’s about time we started telling people.”

you truly mean it, you honestly feel quite relieved that she made the first move in telling her teammates, as you’ve been fairly close to cracking the news to your band mates yourself.

the thought of telling your band mates makes you nervous, you don’t know why. there’s nothing bad about your relationship. it’s not like you’re dating someone 29 years younger than you (looking at you, leo dicaprio) besides, they are lioness fans themselves and would most likely be elated at the news of you dating their team captain.

“i know, but i should’ve talked with you before-hand.”

leah secretly is filled with relief as well, she no longer has to hide her love from her friends. but it doesn’t make her feel any better about how she told them.

“you’re talking to me about it now, i think that’s enough.”

she shakes her head lightly, fighting off a smile. you always manage to cheer her up, no matter what. it’s as if you have super powers.

“i would’ve told you sooner, but keira’s loudmouth blabbed it to the rest of the team. i’ve been questioned all night.”

the minute she had free time, she’d facetimed you straight away. after she found out who leah was dating, keira’s shocked exclamation of your name definitely didn’t go unheard. her england teammates had hounded her with question after question about you and your relationship together.

you’re about to reply to her before she lets out a yawn. you check the time and realise it’s late into the night.

“go rest, sleepy. i’ll talk to rory and get her to speak to my other band mates for me. i’ll speak to you in the morning, okay? love you.”

she smiles at you sleepily as she mumbles

“love you too, goodnight..”

you end the call and take a deep breathe as you prepare to face your bandmate/roommate, rory. you and her have been inseparable for years. you always planned on telling her first out of your friends and family, you have the utmost trust for her and you’re hoping she’ll be understanding and not upset at you for hiding your relationship from her. you exhale slowly as you get up from your bed and knock on her door.

——

leah 💗:

‘my teammates want to meet you x’

the text almost instantaneously shoots anxiety through your veins. despite being a big fan of them, meeting leah’s teammates is an incredibly daunting thing. they intimidate the hell out of you.

y/n 🤍:

leah 💗:

‘baby it’s okay. if you’re not comfortable with it i’ll tell them no x’

yn 🤍:

‘no no. ofc i want to meet them, they’re just intimidating is all’

leah 💗:

‘aw babe you’re cute 🥰 they’re harmless. and i’ll stop them if they make u uncomfortable. promise x’

you both texted for a little while longer while agreeing that leah would come pick you up and take you to meet her teammates.

you told your band mates last night and it went down well. they were slightly hurt that you kept it from them but were mostly just excited for you and in shock that you managed to pull leah williamson herself. your train of thought is interrupted from the vibration of your phone, lighting up with a text from leah to let you know she’s outside.

she grins at you as you get into the passenger side of her car, leaning over to kiss you cheek.

��are you sure about this?”

she mumbles against your cheek, you can sense her nerves. she’s not nervous because she’s ashamed of you. she’s nervous because she can’t guarantee that her teammates will behave around you.

“i’m sure. i want to do this, it’s important to me.”

she smiles slightly at you, your words holding a great value to her. she then gives you one last kiss on the cheek before she starts the car and drives.

——

“girls, this is y/n. i’m sure you already know her, but please, be nice. she’s really important to me.”

leah’s grip on your hand tightens towards the end of her sentence as her sincerity shines through. it’s true, she cares about you enough to go to the ends of the earth for you.

“hi, it’s really good to meet you all. i’m a big fan.”

the rest of the girls sit there, disbelieving.

“YOU’RE a fan of US”

you chuckle sheepishly, using your freehand to play with the hem of your shirt nervously, one glance at the lionesses faces and you know you’re in for a tornado’s worth of questions. with a deep inhale, you smile and look at them.

“ask away.”

——

after being bombarded with question after question, the awkward and intense atmosphere has long left the room and you’re sat comfortable between leah and georgia. leah’s arm is wrapped comfortably and protectively around your shoulders, one glance at her face and you can see that she’s on cloud nine. all her favourite people are seamlessly bonding and she couldn’t be happier about it.

“let’s play a game!”

the loud voice of ella toone shouts, followed by the loud agreements of the lionesses. ella then excitedly follows up with a shout of ‘duck, duck goose’ but nobody else wants to play that. (ella hmu i wanna play duck duck goose with you so bad)

“y/n! if i win, i get to choose your next album cover!”

mary shouts, you smile at her and agree, feeling confident.

(you lost, now you have to explain to your band mates that mary earp’s is in charge of your next album cover.)

[moonieyunie]

I just noticed how I've already intentionally manifested with LOA and I didn't even forcefully tried to believe in it? I didn't obsessed with it and just tried to be in my 4D sometimes more instead of my 3D and just said "well, that's how it is now" and then it manifested.. I think it's not needed to constantly affirm and to saturate your mind if you can simply accept your 4D as a controller of your reality.

What I've manifested:

• +3k € on my bank account (never expected that I will get so many 😭 I think it manifested bc I already imagined as if my parents have won the lottery and I will get thousands of euros), I just manifested this on saturday.

• My period finally stopped after one month of constant bleeding (I refused to get checked by my gynecologist bc she was SO RUDE, so I decided to manifest my period away.) It stopped two weeks ago.

• I didn't needed to sew in my workplace for the last weeks (bc I'm not a big fan of it lol) I still had to do it sometimes but I wasn't constantly reminded that I should switch to sewing again.

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Those are not really big manifestations, but I'm glad that I have the knowledge about LOA and how I can control my reality, I used to doubt myself a lot in these times and kept on reading about LOA and then it kind of clicked after some time, it delayed my manifesting a bit, now I know that I don't need to do CRAZY stuff to manifest things, instead I just can ASSUME from what dimension I want to manifest things, so saturating your mind with thousands of affirmations until you get the worst headache in your life is ABSOLUTELY NOT NEEDED. I think you don't need to constantly make yourself aware of your 4D, but rather try to avoid the 3D and what it tells you. Really stand up for yourself and say in your head "no what she says doesn't matter! I know that I have it.".

[lowkeyrobin]

TOM KAULITZ ; catching feelings

summary ; while on summer vacation, you meet tom and spend most your summer sneaking away to be with him

warnings ; language, put way too much effort into this, should i make a part two??

disclaimers ; reader has two younger siblings 😔 for plot purposes. I also don't know much about Germany / Euro countries as an American, I obv have no idea what it was like in 2008 and I used Google for some reference so sorry if anythings still inaccurate / didn't exist yet

track ; catching villains, chizzy stephens

word count ; 1.5k

masterlist

You couldn't stand school. At least you were going into your senior year, the only thing keeping you calm beyond the panic, knowing you'd be back to school again in three months.

Your parents won a 300 grand lottery ticket, so why not bust it on their soon-to-be graduate?

You picked a vacation to Leipzig, Germany. You really just wanted to experience a lot of the tourist attractions, and your family agreed. Who could say no to drag racing fancy cars, art museums, ghost hunting, and riverside forest tours?

Adrenaline courses through your veins as you step onto the airplane, knowing this was sucking probably thousands of dollars out of your parents bank accounts.

Your iPod rests in your hand, wired earbuds stuck into your ears, your favorite songs playing as you lead your younger siblings to your seats.

This was gonna be the best summer ever.

Your first week went as expectations had gone. You spent the first few days just exploring and getting to know the area all while trying out all the restaurants you could. The food was good, that's for sure.

The hotel you were staying at, the Steigenberger Icon Grandhotel Handelshof, was also quite the attraction itself. The exterior was wrapped in castle-like architecture, the pallete a light tan and soft red. The inside was even better, feeling like another, very distant, home. Luxurious, to say the least, which you weren't all that used to.

Home wasn't this fancy. It didn't have golden accents, bright white lights along the large mirror above the couples sinks. The bathtub wasn't as big as a baseball field, and your beds weren't laced with silky sheets. Weird for 2008, but alright.

Sadly, those silky sheets that retained all the nice, cool air in your room were thrown up on by your younger brother the morning before you went to go drag race fancy cars. Fuck.

Turns out, he'd come down with a bad fever and couldn't go anywhere. Your plans were soiled and your parents needed someone to go pick up some food and medication.

Of course, you were the scapegoat who wasn't going to bring your little sister along. She wouldn't be interested anyway, too absorbed by the television playing My Little Pony.

So, you got to walking down to the nearest convenience store all by your lonesome in a country you were just visiting for the summer. You'd only been here three weeks and shit was going bad.

What was even worse was that there'd be no possible way to rebook your tickets to another time, meaning you'd never get to experience a rush of pure adrenaline in a fast car in Germany. Hell, you wouldn't have a chance to do this back home, let alone do it yourself in your college years. You didn't have a death wish.

You solemnly walk down the sidewalk, passing many of local residents and other tourists, trying to navigate your way down to anywhere that sold soda, crackers, and Pepto Bismol.

As you walk in and scan the aisles, finding crackers and soda just fine, you realize you can't read German, meaning you couldn't actually tell which bottle of liquid medicine was what you wanted. Motherfucker. You knew you should've taken German your freshman year.

You stand frozen in front of the shelves, trying to make out whichever one could've been 'Pepto Bismol' in German. Fucking hell, why would it have been translated and how? Why would it even be in a different bottle?

"Hey, are you looking for something?"

Your head quickly snaps up to the voice who was speaking to you. It was a boy who'd noticed your increasingly nervous body language and paralyzed staring. He wears a white jacket with a thick, tan stripe across it over a matching shirt, which is paired with baggy jeans, flat Nike's and a white baseball hat. Underneath the hat is a head full of brunette locs, which are surprisingly well tamed for a skater looking boy.

"Uhm," you glance between him and the shelf nervously. "Pepto Bismol."

"Oh," he softly chuckles, grabbing a bottle right off the shelf, handing it to you. "Here you go,"

"Thanks" you nervously smile, thanking him for the favor.

He glances down at the items shoved in your arms, raising an eyebrow. "Odd selection."

"My brother got sick," you answer. "My parents both had to stay at the hotel with my siblings apparently. I'm the only one responsible enough I guess,"

He nods, his hands shoved in his pockets. You'd just noticed he wears a lip piercing, and had black sunglasses resting over his hat. "How long are you staying?"

"All summer. Going back the last day of August."

"Oh, wow. Nice."

You nod. "Parents won a little fortune off the lottery and wanted to do something nice for me since I'm graduating this next year,"

The corners of his lips shape upward, "Me too. You need any tourism suggestions? There's so many places to go all around here,"

"Oh, I'm good," you shake your head, pulling the cash your parents handed you out of your pockets. "I don't know how long my brother's gonna be sick. My family's on the 'if one person loses everyone does' mindset. It's bullshit. Wasted my own money on reservations for something and I can't get them refunded and I can't go,"

He nods, curious. "Where to?"

"Drag racing thing. It's called Pure Adrenaline Rush,"

He nods with a soft smile, familiar with the name. "That place honestly sucks anyways. I could give you a way better show, for free even," he pulls a pair of car keys from one of his pockets, swinging them on the index finger of his right hand.

You chuckle, gracious for the offer. "Thanks, but I'm good. I have to sit around a hotel room until my brother feels better," you speak, rolling your eyes.

"Your parents won't let you have your own fun even after your plans got canceled? It wasn't in your hands?" he questions, following you up to the registers.

You shrug. "I dunno, dude. I could try begging them, but I doubt it'll go my way. They'll bring up how I picked to come here and how expensive it was and how I can spend some time with my family,"

He shrugs, "I'll drive you back to your hotel, yeah?"

You sigh, realizing your legs were practically numb after the mile long walk you'd have to take down here. "Okay, fine,"

He smiles, leading you out after you pay for your items, a plastic bag swinging in your hand. A black convertible rests across the street, three other figures sitting in the passenger seats. You look at the boy with the locs, seeing him jogging to the car.

The boy in the front raises an eyebrow, his eyes landing on you. He looks back up at the boy with the locs, brushing his fine, straight brown hair back with his hand. "Who's that?"

"No one, just taking them back to their hotel,"

"Where's our snacks?" another boy asks, his eyes confusingly following the first boy's figure. His hair is black with some white streaks, laying straight and flat.

The last boy with short, blonde hair is silent, just listening.

"Georg, move to the back," the boy with the locs speaks.

Georg, the boy with the long hair, sighs, unbuckling his seat belt before sliding to the back between the other two boys. The boy you met in the store turns back to you, inviting you to the front passengers seat.

You accept, jumping in, the bag at your feet.

"Thanks for the ride,"

"No problem,"

You definitely didn't get to go drag racing that day, but you did end up sneaking out to hang out with the boy with the convertible that night. His name was Tom, as you'd found out. His brother was the one with the black hair, Bill. The blonde haired boy was Gustav, and the brunette was obviously Georg. They were pretty cool friends, to be honest.

As they wait for you, Bill leans up toward Tom from the backseat. "Don't catch feelings. They're only going to be staying for three months,"

"I won't," Tom grumbles, rolling his eyes.

"He's catching feelings-"

You zip your jacket up as you approach, jumping into the passengers seat, beside Tom. His sunglasses rest over his eyes now, ironic as the sun was long gone.

"Hey," he nods

"Hi," you smile, strapping your seat belt into the buckle.

He hands you his iPhone 2, the aux cord connected to the car radio. "Wanna pick some music?"

"Uh, sure," you nod, accepting the offer.

Yeesh, those accents got you down bad now. Sleep deprivation made you feel real damn funky. You scroll down his iTunes to Everlong by Foo Fighters.

Tom smiles, holding up a fist for you to bump. "Foo Fighters, yeah?"

You bump his fist with yours, mentally preparing yourself to dangerously speed with a bunch of kids you'd just met hours prior in the dead of night. You couldn't lie, the car was pretty hot itself. Don't get yourself started on-

"Ready?"

"Set!"

"Go!"

"Get out of my car."

[hannahssimblr]

Afterwards, I hang out in the car until I muster up the courage to call my dad. I could go around the corner and let myself into the house, into his office, but I would rather avoid looking right into his face.

There is a click as he picks up the phone. 

“I need more money,” I say flatly, then stare at the air freshener, swaying side to side as he shouts at me for about five minutes and smacks his hand repeatedly against the desk. I say that I am sorry at various intervals, which is a meaningless thing to him. He doesn’t care about it. Eventually, the side of my face gets hot from the battery, so I lay my phone on the dashboard and let him assassinate my character on speaker while I peruse the car manual.

I have decided to invent a story about my car breaking down, about smoke billowing cinematically from the hood by the gate to some farmer’s land, and having it towed to a garage on the back of a truck. I tell my dad I don’t know what’s wrong, maybe the radiator, or, I flip to a new page, the battery or the oil, or all of them, or something, I was too traumatised to absorb what the mechanic was telling me.

“It’s a brand new car. How has this happened?” He splutters. He sounds a bit maniacal, and I’m glad I’m not in his office wiping frothy beads of spit off my face and having him wave his fists at me in hollow threat. “How are you like this? What has gone wrong in my life for me to have a son who messes up so consistently? How is this fair to me?”

“Dunno. It’s a bit of a lottery, isn’t it?”

I offer to pay the money back, which he takes offence to like it’s an abnormal suggestion to make, and he says something vaguely ominous about speaking to my mother about this, which I’m certain won’t happen. He might try if he can catch sight of her during one of her rare appearances in the house, but the conversation will meander back to Fergal, and, as always, devolve into another tiresome screaming match across the kitchen island. 

“How is Ivy?” I say in the middle of a rant, and he seems surprised by the irrelevancy of my question. 

“Ivy?”

“Yes, my sister. Remember her?”

“She’s fine.”

“Can I say hi?”

“She’s not home. She’s with that friend again.”

“Ella?”

A scoff. “I don’t know.”

“Sorry, yeah, an extremely stupid question. Can you tell her I called when she gets home?”

“Are you visiting soon?”

“No.”

“Well, if you want to see your sister…” I zone out as soon as he starts talking like a dastardly Scooby Doo villain embroiled in a kidnapping scheme, let my mind drift away like paper on the wind, and tug two chewing gums out of a packet with my teeth.

“The money,” I say, “You’ll send it today?”

“Yeah, but you better listen up, because-”

“Deadly,” I stab the decline button with my finger and cut him off. 

Later, when I return to the beach house, I check my online account and find another thousand euros successfully deposited. I send him a message. 

Got the money. I appreciate it.

He never responds. 

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POLL ABOUT PATREON BENEFIT CHANGES

So, currently my Patreon has three tiers. Lowest tier is 1 euro per month, and that's just for general support. The mid tier is 5 euros, and it includes a free prompt each month. The highest tier is 10 euros, and in addition to the prompt it also gets you a postcard (blank) each month (I send them in batches of three).

Truth is - the prompts are getting to be too much for me. I only have a few patrons, but the pressure of having to gather the spoons to draw on command every month is a bit overwhelming. Also, the price is very low for what is essentially close to a commission each month. I thought it was fair when I was more able to produce art, but unfortunately things have changed at least for now.

To get to the point: I am thinking about changing the benefits as follows:

Lowest tier: no change.

Mid tier: instead of the prompt, an entry in a lottery where one person each month wins either a new original art or an older art from the BBC Sherlock or Good Omens fandoms. Same 5 e price as before.

Highest tier: The prompt and postcard as usual, but in addition an entry to the lottery as well. The price would be increased to possibly 12 euros.

I'm letting the poll run for a week but I might make the change over the weekend already. Please reblog so others can see!

[lotteryuk]

Unveiling Victory: What Occurs When You Win

The thrill of winning is a universal language, but what truly happens when your lucky stars align? Whether it's a lottery windfall, a game of chance, or any serendipitous success, the journey from anticipation to realization is a captivating one.

First, there's that ecstatic moment when you realize your numbers match – a cascade of emotions and disbelief. Your heart races, and a euphoric wave washes over you.

Next comes the verification process, ensuring your win is indeed real. The official confirmation, the claim, and the practical aspects follow – how to receive your winnings, tax considerations, and investment plans.

And finally, the moment when your dreams begin to take shape – new possibilities, financial security, and the joy of sharing your success.

So, when you win, remember that your journey is just beginning, and the path to fulfillment awaits.

[loumandforyou]

So sometimes, for fun, I calculate how I'd spend eurojackpot (like the us lottery) and now it's 102 million. Let's say I need these money for the next 60 years. That's 1.7 million per year. In order for me to make that money with my current income, I need 181ish years to make it. In order for me to make 1.7 billion euros, I need 181k years. And I —