#has a job as a software developer and his own home

[willowser]

Okay so we know about college nerd bakugou, but what about 30 year old nerd bakugou? (Like the art you retweeted from doodlejoops?) 😩

oooooh, interesting !! 🤔✨️ i don't like to repeat concepts when something small even gets changed bc i feel like !! no, that's still them !! college nerd bakugou is living his life with us 🥺 figuring himself out, studying, having a super hot girlfriend that's out of his league 🥺 but older nerd bakugou hmmmm 🤔

let's say. denki is a decently popular streamer.

not huge or world-famous or anything, but he has a decent fan base, is able to make a living off what he does, maybe has a teeny bit of merch out there. and he plays a lot of multi-player games, always with his same team: RedRi0t, pinky-alien-queen, cellophane, and dynamight!

sero, mina, and kiri will occasionally have face-cams, not always, but bakugou ? never. doesn't do it. the other three have channels they will upload to if the stream goes well, but dynamight! does not exist outside of charge_bolt's channel, not something he's interested in, doesn't want an online presence, but he still enjoys playing with his pals ! the mystery of him makes him a little more targetable, especially when denki takes the time to make hilarious compilations like dynamight! yelling at me for 7 minutes.

you like charge_bolt just fine, will watch him every now and then on a weekend when you are home alone with nothing better to do. it's funny to watch him scream and run from dynamight! in dead by daylight. of course, you're a little curious, too, who the guy behind the voice is, even do a google search that confirms very little is known about him on the internet. no name, no picture, no age. just a voice.

charge_bolt has a patreon, and the first tier gives you access to his discord. it's not much, so you subscribe and are thrust into a very full server, one that has notifications going off every minute, is a little intimidating, but charge_bolt interacts often, has everyone in his lil group as mods, so you stay. you don't have access to the private streams, since that's a higher tier, but you can still see all the channels. they go so fast that any comment you make is typically eaten away, but, one day, a new upload hits—another compilation of dynamight! absolutely wrecking him—and you send a message fairly early on. something like sparky i don't think you'll ever get the upper hand on dynamight! at this rate and—the man himself replies.

you're goddamn right: simple, nothing special, but you react with a 😂 and a 💕 anyway. and then it seems like—he doesn't interact too often, but sometimes you can catch him right after something has been uploaded, like he's checking the reaction, and he always responds to you. first in the #just-dropped channel and then elsewhere. nothing too substantial, simple replies or just 👍🏻 reactions, but still. you feel a little charmed by it. find yourself watching just to hear his voice, the few in which he laughs loud and victorious and mean, the very little he reveals about himself.

and one day you send a message in the stream, a little woo go dynamight 💗✨️ and it's not ten minutes before you have a friend request on discord.

[mv1simp]

my constant thought about max is him and virgin reader where r is saving herself for marriage and for her husband but max convinces her that doing anal means she’ll stay a virgin <33

Anon YOU EVEN MADE ME BLUSHH 🤭🤭🤭 do u know how hard that is. got me kickin and gigglin an shit, here u go u filthy animal keep the requests coming 🫶

Low Life ♥️

Max Verstappen x Horner! Reader

I been on the molly and ‘em xans with your daughter, if she catch me cheatin’ I won’t ever tell her sorry

Mad Max is back in full force with the poor Redbull strategy this season - and his boss, Christian Horner, doesn’t seem to be doing anything about it. Guess Max will just have to find some other way to get his revenge and relieve his stress…starting with his boss’s precious, spoiled daughter.

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, innocent virgin!reader, who’s also a spoiled brat lol, dark! Max, blackmail, coercion, filming, VERY dubcon, anal, size kink, dom/sub, bimbofication, religious themes, EVERYTIME I WRITE A DARK MAX FIC IT KEEPS GETTING MORE NASTY GODDAMN, 5.2k WC

To say Max was pent up with rage would be an understatement. After dedicating himself tirelessly and dominating the track since his debut, the Redbull team had disappointed him this season with their pisspoor car and even poorer strategy. And to top it off, his boss was now making comments to the media about how he needed to spend less time on the sim rig the night before a race, making Max scoff. As if Horner knew more about winning a race than a 3 time world champion, Max thought angrily, yanking off his helmet as he stormed straight to his boss's office to give him a piece of his mind after another disappointing P3 finish.

Horner was having none of it, though, telling Max some bullshit about how the team needed to have a united front blah blah blah. Max has already tuned him out, cause what the fuck does he mean the team - he was the one bringing home the results every weekend, and anyone who tried to say otherwise just needed to look at the track record of Max completely dominating his teammates in equal machinery. God, he hadn’t gotten this mad in a long time, so he excuses himself rudely as he can tell he’s about to wreck something if he has to hear another one of Horner’s excuses. He wrenches open the office door just to have you stumble straight into his firm chest as you try to enter it.

You, Christian’s Horner’s daughter from his first wedding, freshly graduated from some private all girls college. He’d met you 3 months ago while you were trotting about like the spoiled little brat you undoubtedly were. No job, just using your degree as decor while you used your daddy’s fame to find yourself a rich man to spread your legs for, he had speculated, knowing just your type.

And it irritated him to no end that you looked the picture of innocence, an angelic figure in your white minidress and kitten heels and wide doe eyes, with a matching purity ring and all - even though your pretty tits and fat ass were openly ogled by many a male staff member. Max himself had to readjust his pants a few times when he’d seen you bend over.

He’d assumed you’d try to sink your gold digging claws into him soon enough, wanting some of his multimillionaire status for yourself, but you’d surprised him by skittishly avoiding him, almost looking a little scared, which he found amusing. He supposed he did dwarf your 5 foot frame though, and you had all the aura of a sweet little lamb compared to the Dutch lion. You’d surprised him again last month, when you’d introduced your dad to your pick of a first boyfriend - Tim, a docile looking, short guy who was a lowly new hire in the F4 reserve category. Too far down in the rankings to do any real benefit to your status. Conveniently, though, Tim’s father happened to own a software development app that was currently in the process of a $3 million acquisition deal. Chump change to someone like Max, but like he said, he knew your type, didn’t he?

But he’d been most surprised when he’d overheard moaning one night when he’d stayed late in the garage - and had pervily gone to investigate down the abandoned hallway and into one of the empty rooms - only to get an instant hard on at the sight of you on your knees, dress pulled down to your waist and those delicious tits out on display. So entranced by the angelic vision, Max hadn’t even noticed your loser boyfriend - till a scowl appeared on your pretty face as Tim furiously jerked his tiny dick off in front of you. He was panting and whining, sweat running down his face as he pathetically begged please, please can i touch your boobs-

You were no scared little lamb now as you snapped at him viciously. No! I told you, only looking and no touching! I promised daddy I would stay pure for my husband- Eww! Oh my god, what is that?

You’d been cut off as your boyfriend came, his small, clear load weakly spurting past his fist so that only a couple of drops landed on your caramel skin. Max had thought you’d been lying about the purity bullshit, just wanting an excuse to avoid Tim’s touch - but his eyes narrowed at your look of disgust at your boyfriend’s dick, and the genuinely puzzled expression on your face as you tried to figure out what the clear fluid that landed on you was - making the impressive semi he still rocked twitch, despite your pathetic boyfriend ruining his show. Interesting, you were still a virgin, huh?

Sure, you’d piqued his interest then, but he ignored you now as you stumble back from his hard chest, wide brown doe eyes blinking up at him. He’s still furious with Horner and starts to move past you but your aggravating father perks up, asking if you could show Max where his new drivers' room was in the refurbished wing, so that he could cool down and destress in peace after today’s race. Of course, daddy, you responded sweetly, making Max’s cock stir. He eyed you doubtfully as you lead the way. You had to know what you were doing, a grown woman using that word, right? But then again, he’d seen you call Horner by that title in a team wide press conference, making GP choke on his water next to him - so maybe not.

His anger hadn’t dissipated one bit as you approached his room, in a much more secluded area of the new wing for him to “cool down” as Horner had passively aggressively suggested. Still clearly nervous in his presence, you accidentally dropped the key you’d fished out. As you bent over to collect them, your miniskirt rose up, revealing your juicy ass peeking past your white cotton panties. Oh, he’d found the perfect way to get back at his boss, Max thought devilishly.

As you unlocked the door, he stepped in behind you, giving you no choice but to stumble inside - and then he’d casually stopped in front of the door to block your exit. You nervously twirled your keycard in your fingers, shuffling side to side.

Why don’t you sit down, he offered, we should get to know each other, yeah? You still looked like you wanted to bolt any second, but at Max’s authoritative tone you gingerly sat down on the plush couch.

He started with some generic bullshit about how he’d seen you around, you were his boss’s daughter after all, and as Horner’s best driver he should be on good terms with you too, no?

You relaxed, now looking up to meet his eyes and smiling brightly, pleased that the great Max Verstappen had come to seek your favour. You start saying that it was nice to meet him too, you’d heard lots about him, he was such an incredible driver-

You hadn’t noticed Max discreetly locking the door behind him. Stepping forward, he responded neutrally to your excited questions as he casually strips off his top layer, leaving him shirtless.

You abruptly stop talking, going pink in the face, and he asks what’s wrong, I’m just getting changed, are you a virgin or something? His mocking tone makes it clear that he still didn’t quite believe you were one. When you don’t reply, he gently lifts your face up with his large hand. And as your eyes shyly rise up to meet his, desperately avoiding looking at his broad, toned abs, there’s no faking the genuine innocence in them. I am, you stutter out. A virgin, I mean. I made a promise to daddy to wait till marriage.

You twirl your promise ring around anxiously as you say it. Max didn’t know what kind of sick brainwashing Horner had been subjecting his daughter too, but he fully intended to use it to his advantage. Really? He says slyly. Does your daddy know you let your little boyfriend jerk off on your tits?

You gasp, then glare as you demanded to know how he knew that, had he been watching, that was soo creepy and gross -

There’s the bratty angel he knew had been hiding. He cuts you off, confirming that yes, he’d been watching - but you’d been the dirty girl who seduced her innocent boyfriend in the garage for just anyone to see, hadn’t you?

You’d look outraged at his statements, but he reminded you of the power he had when he nonchalantly mentioned that he hadn’t planned on telling your father, but now that he knew about the promise you had made - well, it was his duty to let Horner know what kind of naughty things you’d been doing behind his back, right?

That had wiped the bratty glare right off your face, instead making you wide eyed and tremble with fear at the thought of your daddy finding out. You begged Max to keep your secret. Please don’t tell him, he would die, you'd do anything to stop him knowing!

Jackpot. Smirking darkly, Max pretended to consider your option before saying that he supposed he could keep it to himself if you helped him destress and relax like your father had sent you here to do, okay?

You nodded eagerly, looking up at him with those innocent doe eyes as he stepped right in front of you, watching you predatorily. His thick fingers brush along your pink lips, and his eyes darken as you instinctively take them into your mouth, sucking sweetly. Oh, you were going to be such a sweet little angel for him, he just knew it.

Within seconds he had you dropping your dress down to your waist, exposing those lush, pretty tits of yours. You blushed when he stared hungrily and ordered you to play with them, and at first you obliged and gently squeezed them, but then stopped to brattily ask just how this was supposed to help destress him, was he just being pervy again?

Great point, he said, and sat down next to you to easily lift you into his lap, taking over and roughly palming your tits. N-no touching! You had squealed, desperately trying to escape his strong arms. Rolling his eyes, he forced you back against him, explaining that it was okay, you knew that it didn’t count if it was to help him destress, right? And besides, nothing would affect your promise to your daddy except a man’s cock actually entering your precious virgin hole-

Okay! You had said frantically to put a stop to his explicit words, face flushed. Okay, if you promise it doesn’t count, I’ll still be a virgin, right?

God, it was so cute how naive you were. You hadn’t even realised that if what Max was saying was true then there was nothing illicit with what you and Tim had done - and Max had nothing to hold over you. Right, Angel, Max promised, enjoying the dazed look you gave him at the nickname as he squeezed your tits, bending down to take a pretty nipple into his mouth. It doesn’t count.

And that was how Max had his boss’s innocent little daughter wrapped around his fingers, ready to do whatever he asked of her, as long as he kept your secret. It was such a rush, having his way with you right under your father’s nose, being able to punish you for his crimes and ruining you more and more each time Horner pissed him off - and oh, did he piss Max off constantly.

So the next race, he’d had you fully strip for him, and yes, even those cute panties, Angel, when you’d whined, embarrassed from his intense gaze. You’d bit your lip and slid them off, obediently spreading your legs and gently playing with yourself like he’d asked, using unfamiliar movements. Soon enough you’d become accustomed to Max’s hungry stares at your innocent parts and began thrusting your tiny fingers inside your virgin cunny, because it had started to feel sooo good and soo tingly down there, and you’d never felt like that before.

You’d become distracted, closing your eyes from the sensation and when you opened them you shrieked, because Max was now standing right above you, greedily looking down at your petite form as he stroked his own private parts - called a cock, he’d made you repeat. He’d also warned you never to scream again in his room, or he’d gag you next time and tell your dad about Tim. You pouted, nodding obediently, but whining that you got scared Maxie, why was it so big, so angry, was it going to hurt you?

Of course not, Angel he’d reassured at the next race again, this time making you sit next to him, naked except for your kitten heels and a lacy blue thong he’d had delivered to your house - your father as clueless as ever when he handed the package over to you. It won’t hurt you, he promised, but it's very hard from stress and needs you to help drain it, okay?

He’d guided you to his large cock, smirking evilly as you struggled to grip him even with two hands. He moved one large hand over both of yours, showing you how to jerk him off the way he liked. You’d picked it up very quickly, innocently asking him why Tim's cock was so much tinier that his. Cause, Angel, I'm just a better man than he is, he had said with a chuckle. Oh, you had said, then - I hope my husband is a good man then, and has a big cock like you.

Oh, Jesus. Max was definitely going to hell after this. Feeling his peak approaching, he ordered you onto your knees, making you hold your tits up - and then proceeded to cover them with his thick, creamy release, so much of it that it dripped down onto your stomach - and much more than the time you had seen Tim’s cock explode. You’d almost screamed again but bit your tongue at the last minute, remembering Max’s threat last time. But it didn’t stop you from glaring up at him, brattily asking what this gross stuff was, eww, you didn’t want it on you-

That’s fine, Max had said cooly. That’s fine, because next time he'd make you drink it all instead. Your eyes went wide at that, tears forming and you adamantly denied Max, saying you’d never do something like that, it sounded pervy and dirty.

But your reluctance meant nothing to Max, as he smirked at you from your fathers side the next day, whispering something in his ear that had your daddy looking over at you and an icy chill running down your back. You were petrified as you got a text from your father to come see him in his office now, walking in on the verge of tears only to have him smile delightedly at you because Max mentioned you’d been very supportive of his races lately, it’s been a big reason why he’s so much more of a team player these days, so proud of you for helping the team, sweetie!

You’d accepted his praise, blushing from the attention, and later had dutifully wandered back to Max’s room to greet him after the race. He smirked at finding you there, already naked except for a pink lacey thong and heels, on your knees for him, shyly thanking him for keeping your secret and saying such nice things to your daddy. Of course, Angel, he murmured, unzipping himself. You know just how to say thank you then, hmm? And you obediently nodded, jerking him off like he’d taught you, then licking and sucking on his cock when he asked, and then taking all of his length inside your eager throat at his command, gagging the whole way as he tutted disapprovingly at you, taking over and controlling the pace with his large hands. It had really hurt your tiny mouth, and you couldn’t speak properly afterwards, but seeing Maxie swear and tell you how good you were doing, how he never wanted to let you go, made that tingly feeling come back in between your legs again. Instead of ignoring it like you normally did, this time you couldn't resist fingering yourself, thong pushed the side as you shoved your fingers inside your wet cunny.

Maxie had gone breathless seeing that, and then he tensed before you felt his warm, sticky thick cum fill your mouth. You swallowed every drop, opening your mouth afterwords for him to inspect. Good girl, he said, patting your head. My sweet angel, you drained my stress so well. Oh, so that’s what it was, you say innocently. I’m glad I made you feel better, Maxie.

After that, there were no races for a whole month as the paddock went into summer break. You had thought you’d be glad for the relief from Maxie and his mean demands, but you found yourself texting him often, missing his loving kisses and touches after you helped relieve his stress, missing the tingly feeling you got when he looked predatorily at you spread open for him.

You’d been shocked when you opened your eyes as a shadow had blocked out the sun while you were sunbathing at your family’s St Tropez holiday home, only to find Max grinning down at you, saying your dad had invited him to come for the week. Had you been doing your homework? You nodded diligently, looking at the banana you’d been practising swallowing whole without gagging to copy the dirty video Max had texted you of a petite woman eagerly sucking a very big cock - he must be a good man, you’d thought, just like your Maxie.

Secretly, you were so glad he was here, shooting him looks over the dinner table as he sung praises about what a good friend you’d been to him, helping him get back to P1, making your daddy proudly pat your head. And after dinner when everyone had gone to bed, he joined you in the hot tub to unwind. You’d excitedly begun to tell him about what you had been upto on the break when you felt his thick fingers creeping up the inside of your thighs. You’d frozen instantly, because Maxie had never touched you there himself, but before you could say anything your father stepped out onto the veranda, asking you something about your plans for the next day.

Answer him, Max mouthed, smirking as you had no choice but to let him keep gliding up your legs and undoing your tiny bikini. And when your daddy had gone back inside, oblivious that the flush on your face wasn’t from the heat of the pool, you’d tried to shove Max’s hand away, brattily saying you didn’t want his hand near your private parts, that was just for your husband-

Doesn’t count, Angel, Max had cooed, easily overpowering you and sliding a finger in, much thicker and longer than yours and making you squeal as he started pumping it in and out of you. And he hadn’t stopped despite your half hearted protests, because you’d started to feel really good, really tingly, and Maxie, I feel funny, I think I’m going to pee-

After you had your first orgasm, he carried your tired figure back into the house, setting you down and licking your cum off his fingers. And then, through your half asleep state, you felt his tongue swirling around your nipples, leaving hickeys and then trailing down, and down before his warm breath gently blew over your puffy cunny. And then you felt his wide tongue licking your folds, making you gasp awake and squeal cause why was he kissing you down there, that’s so pervy-

But he’d easily bullied you back into quiet muffled moans again, your skimpy bikini bottoms shoved inside your mouth as he warned you that your father was going to wake up right next door and come investigate if you didn’t shut up. So you reluctantly let him continue his filthy kissing, spitting and licking on your most innocent parts until you felt you had to pee again. He grinned wickedly as you squirted a second time, completely ruining the sheets, before redressing your passed out figure in a comfy hoodie. You felt the ghost of a sweet kiss on your forehead before he walked away.

You avoided him the next few days, glaring when he would approach you, angry he’d kissed you somewhere only your husband should. He’d promised you were still a virgin, sure, but still! It was just too much, wasn’t it?

But you’d been unable to resist his advances any longer when he’d cornered you in the family study one day when everyone else had gone out to the markets. He’d sweetly apologised, presenting you with a new Dior bag he’d had speed delivered that morning, and you happily snatched it up, gasping with delight as you look inside to find a Cartier bracelet. You’ll forgive me, right, Angel? Max had said, slowly wrapping his arms around you from behind and rubbing his practically blue balls against your plush ass as you distractedly admire your new gifts. I just wanted to make you feel good, hmm?

You nodded breathlessly, agreeing that you supposed it had felt really good, you liked that tingly feeling in between your legs. Yeah? Max had grinned, kissing you and slipping his tongue inside and saying that he knew a way to make you feel even better, Angel, and you’d still be a virgin after it, he pinky promises, okay?

With the new Dior bag and diamond bracelet you’d become a lot more agreeable, and didn’t protest as he laid you back on your father’s study table, lifting your miniskirt over your hips and grinning wickedly when he found no panties - just your glistening pussy. Y-you always just rip them anyways, Maxie you pouted.

Oh, you secretly wanted this, didn’t you? Acting all bratty just cause you wanted to make him work for it, he was certain. Your sweet body was such a good plaything for him that he didn’t really mind, deciding not to punish you for avoiding him.

You curiously watch as he unzips himself, taking his thick cock out, then you squeal adamantly in protest when he brings it close to your innocent hole. Shh, Angel, it’s just on the outside, he’d promised, I won’t put it in, it’ll feel so good, trust me.

And it had felt sooo good, making you bite your lip and toss your head back as he dragged his warm length along your folds, slapping your clit a few times with his cockhead, making you spread your soft legs invitingly as you felt the addictive tingly feeling come back again.

He’d been unable to resist the temptation, sliding just the tip into your virgin cunny- but you’d immediately screamed in protest, twisting away and he had generously released you from his hold, tongue in cheek as you sashayed away with a backwards glare, Dior bag in hand. He’d had to leave the next day, and you didn’t see him the rest of the break.

After the break, you had seemed different to Max. You carried the brattiness openly in your eyes, confident now in your ability to seduce him as he has brought such expensive apology gifts just for a little taste of your virginity.

You had infuriatingly said no when he tried to rub himself against your cunny at the next race, and at the one after that, so here he was, stuck fingering you and sliding his tongue in and out of your folds for the 3rd time this week while his cock ached to be buried inside you - when the wicked idea came to him.

He’d made sure to have all the preparations ready for the next race, knowing you would be a brat and try to weasel your way out of it. Like he’d predicted, you make your way to his plush sofa, spreading your legs to show off your naked pussy and demanding he come kiss it how you liked.

Oh, his Angel had become quite the spoilt little bitch, hasn’t she? He’d have to make sure you learned your lesson about who was in charge around here. You smirk as he drags his tongue up and down your puffy folds, thinking you had the millionaire driver all wrapped around your fingers. His thick third and ring fingers join his tongue, making you moan and close your eyes as he pumps them into your pussy. And then, his thumb drops down, lower, to circle your other winking hole before sliding inside.

You’d jumped in shock, naively asking why he was touching your dirty hole, that’s so embarrassing, you don’t want him to touch that place!

Max cooes that he couldn’t care less, besides, he can clean it out for you, yeah? If he just slides his cock in, just a little bit, he can make sure it’s all clean for you.

Your eyes go impossibly wide at the thought of his big cock anywhere near your ass. You furiously close your legs, brattily telling him that you’d had enough, wasn’t he just being a pervert now, and you’d already broken up with Tim ages ago and since Max seemed to be very relaxed now given his P1s has resumed you didn’t think you needed to help him out anymore!

Time to pull out the big guns. Sitting back on the sofa now, Max palms his growing erection as he calls out to you, making you pause from where your hand rested on the doorknob.

You know, Angel, I’ve had a lot of creepy fans sneak onto the garage lately. Some even got into my room. I guess they just really wanted to see me shirtless, huh?

You turn around to look at him, confused, until your eyes slowly widen in horror as he points to the camera tucked in the corner. There’s no trace of sympathy on his handsome face as he starts lazily jerking himself off, telling you that it had been your fathers idea to set it up, for his safety, and he’d even kindly offered to go through all the footage later - he took any threats against his prized driver very seriously.

You panicked, already teary eyed at the thought of your father seeing you spreading your legs sluttily and demanding Max pleasure you. You immediately dropped to your knees, begging Max to keep the tape himself-

Now why would I do that, Angel? Max cooes, getting harder at the sight of you kneeling in front of him and crying for his help. After all, you’re the one who’s forcing him to kiss her pussy on that video, hmm?

He knows he has you right where he wants you as you beg him, offering up your precious pussy to slide against again if he wanted, just don’t go inside, okay?

That’s not the hole he wants, Angel, he told you darkly. No - he wanted your other hole, the dirty embarrassing one, and he wants to sink his entire cock inside it.

He watches you stutter and gasp, before you take a deep breath and naively ask My husband won’t be able to tell, right Maxie? I’ll still be a virgin?

Max smirks. Of course, Angel. You know he’d never break your precious promise. And with that, you’re ready to become his obedient pet again, blankly turning around and sticking your ass up in the air like he asks, spreading your cheeks for him to look at.

And oh, Max takes his sweet time looking, enjoying the twisted satisfaction of having completely broken you down like this. He generously douses you in lube, making you squeal at the chill, before he’s furiously pumping his thumb inside your impossibly tight back hole. You tremble as he lines his cock up, ordered you to relax or it’ll hurt, Angel. Slowly sinking inside, he moans as he finally finds his way into your heat, feeling like he’s reached heaven. Tears stream down your face as you wail once he begins meanly thrusting, wickedly taking your anal virginity all for himself and giving you his fingers to suckle on and keep quiet.

He doesn’t stop until he’s finished inside you, panting heavily and pushing his matted hair out of his eyes, pressing kisses down your spine to let you know you did so well for him.

He pulls out with a wet squelch, enjoying the sight of his cum dripping out of your poor, abused little hole. Sitting back comfortably on the sofa, legs spread, he gives you a cocky smirk as you turn around, still seated on the ground in front of him.

Now clean it up, he demands meanly. He can’t have your hole make his cock dirty now, can he? And you obediently responded, crawling forward with glazed eyes, licking him clean from balls to tip like he’s trained you to do.

After that night, Max had held you completely in the palm of his hand. You’d be the perfect angel for him, doing whatever he wanted wherever he wanted - except for entering your innocent pussy, of course. He’d let you keep it yours for now, finding the fantasy hot. He’d buy you a diamond ring one of these days, he mused, so that you’d beg him to finally claim your virginity.

But for now, he had a couple other tricks to try out. And if you’d try to refuse, he’ll pull up the video he has on his phone of your eyes rolling back as Max ate you out on your father’s work desk from summer break.

He’d taken you back to his hotel room to teach you those tricks, making you wail and scream his name without restriction, headboard banging against the wall. It was hilarious when Horner had come upto him at breakfast the next morning, patting his back and saying it sounded like he’d been celebrating his win very well last night, congratulations, he deserves it and sounded like the girl couldn’t get enough!

Max had to hold back his laughter, as your clueless father had no idea he was carrying an extra croissant up for the very same girl who couldn’t get enough - his precious little daughter, who still lay sleeping in his hotel bed, exhausted from his dirty activities all night.

You’d ended up missing your flight back, making some weak excuse to your daddy and had followed Max into his private jet, obediently spreading yourself open for him as he pulled you behind the privacy screen. The flight attendants had blushed as they heard your eager moans and the lewd sounds of Max greedily fucking your ass again.

And when you landed, greeting your waiting family, Max had to discreetly wipe the line of cum that trickled down your skirt. You didn’t have to worry, though, he’d already thoughtfully ordered another delivery of sexy underwear straight to your home 🖤

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A/N: I actually gave myself post nut clarity writing this (post writing smut clarity?? Post smut conscience??) time to go outside and reconnect with nature. As always,,,lmk what u think 🤔

[a-mint-bear]

Jacob (Subby Yandere) Headcanons

🐶Jacob: Puppy Dog in Puppy Love🐶

bit longer than i thought it'd be, so lore under the cut

● Jacob grew up with crap parents who never paid him any attention. They were a couple of horrible, rich monsters who hated being married almost as much as they hated being parents. He was raised by a series of nannies, they never stayed on longer than a few months, his parents didn't want him getting attached. He always wondered what it would be like to have someone he loved and who would love him and only him.

● On the outside he seems nice enough, if a little awkward. He knows how to talk to people and navigate social situations, but it's all on the surface. He doesn't learn people's names unless it would put him at a disadvantage not to know. He has no friends, he never really felt the need to connect with other people. Most rub him the wrong way. But you just feel... right.

● Before he confesses, you seem to be the only person he can't figure out how to talk to. He doesn't know how to act around you, what the right thing to say is. At first it pisses him off, like why are they so much more difficult to figure out than everyone else? Who do they think they are, making him feel this way? Then he sees someone flirting with you and... oh. That should be him. He should be making you laugh and why won't you smile at him like that?

● He wants all the milestones with you. If you aren't the marriage type, he's more than happy to just be together forever. He wants to move in with you right away, he sees no point in "taking things slow". But he'll hold off on some things if it makes you more comfortable. He'll wait as long as it takes.

● Kids are a toss-up for him. He would absolutely see a baby/kid as competition for your affection and want you all to himself, but if a kid (or kids) would be important to you, being a dad would just be another thing he could do to make you happy. At some point, being a parent wouldn't be a job/role for him (a job he'd be happy to do regardless). The first time the child shows him affection, it's like a switch gets flipped. He breaks down, realizing that they're HIS family too, just like you. He becomes an obnoxiously loving and involved dad. Dad Yandere. Daddere.

● If you have (a) beloved pet(s), again, they're competition for your affection. It would be like a "I don't like you and you don't like me, but we both love [y/n]." relationship where he just acts like a big baby when you're loving on your pet and not him. He would never neglect or mistreat them, but you can bet he gloats to them like "Aww, aren't you cute. But [y/n] thinks I'm cuter, yes they do, you little dummy." while giving them scritches. He was never allowed to have a pet growing up so he doesn't "get" why people get so attached.

● He has a tendency to try and isolate you, he wants you all to himself. But this can be negated using his submissive side. If you're the boss, telling him exactly how things are gonna be, rewarding his good behavior or punishing the bad, he's putty in your hands. He can't say no to you.

● If he ever made you upset with him, he would freeze up, panicking at the thought of hurting you. Or worse, losing you. He might try and egg you on to punish him to make up for it, to "make things right". If he ever made you cry? He's in crisis mode. He's crying too, begging you for forgiveness. He's offering anything and everything to make you not hate him.

● He works as a Software Developer from home and does freelance IT work on the side. He's very tech savvy and definitely didn't use his skills to hack into any of your accounts to find out more about you when he was working up the nerve to ask you out. At least not since he confessed. He's better than all that now, of course.

● His yandere traits come out if he's left to his own devices. He gets nervous that you're unhappy with him and acts out by being a brat and trying to keep you home with him. You can lovingly reassure him that you're happy over and over and it helps for a while. But the only thing that quiets his jealous, paranoid brain is putting him in his place, reminding him he belongs to you and only you, punishing his brattiness and telling him he's your good boy.

● Full yandere mode: You try and break up with him. I say "try" because he would be stuck in the denial phase for a good long time. He thinks you're testing him to see how loyal he is, that even you pushing him away can't get rid of him. He hacks your computer and bugs your house, he breaks in to watch you sleep, leaving gifts for you before you wake up. You start dating/flirting with someone else? They get attacked on the street, no witnesses, with a warning to stay away from you or he'll come back to finish the job. If you tell him you're in love with someone else? It won't be long before you can't get ahold of them.

You can try and get rid of him, but he's your good boy, whether you like it or not.

[sayruq]

My name is Bridget Kushner and I'm managing this fundraiser for Mohammed and his family. Mohammed and I met and for me to help manage this fundraiser, Mohammed's ID and family situation have been verified by a journalist on the ground. We talk daily and have developed a friendship. I strongly urge you to read through Mohammed's story and follow him on social media. At 22, after 6 months of this, Mohammed has decided he needs to take action so he's quite late to fundraising compared to many people. Thank you for taking the time to read about Mohammed!! My friends, brothers, and supporters of humanity in the world, I am Muhammad Al-Shaer from Gaza. I am approximately 23 years old, and like any young man in the world at this age, I am nearing the end of my university and the beginning of the formation of my professional life. At this age, I only had 18 hours left (less than a year), and I graduated from university with a very good grade, and I had my own house, and I was working in the field I was studying (software engineering.) As they say, at the age of 23, I have passed halfway or more until the time came that destroyed all these things, destroyed all of my dreams, and destroyed all of these plans. After October 7 (with the beginning of the war in Gaza,) our entire lifestyle changed. Unfortunately, I stopped studying and I did not finish my university (I did not obtain my degree.) With the power outage and the internet outage, I stopped working and completely forgot about my field. The biggest disaster that befell us was that my house, my brother’s house, and my family’s house were completely destroyed I became without a degree, job, or home (homeless in every sense of the word). Since that day when we lost our home, I have seen the amount of sadness and distress in the faces of my family, especially my mother. And every time our hearts bled, we felt sad for every part of this house. You can imagine this feeling as you see your family’s house and the house of your dreams being slowly destroyed before your eyes, and you can do nothing but pray to God only. The war has been going on for almost 6 months, and I did not think about taking refuge here on gofundme, but when my family and I lost the entire house, I had to create this donation, hoping for your generosity and understanding of the magnitude of the disaster that befell us here. From a young man who has less than a year left to obtain his university degree, a comfortable job, and my own house, I thought about every detail when building this. To a person without a degree, job, or home, and unfortunately without dreams as well now. After I lost everything I mentioned previously, which is almost everything I own, and logically all of this will be compensated with the passage of days, but I own something very beautiful that cannot be replaced at all, which is my family (my mother and my brothers ) And after I saw that this war was eating away everything green and dry, and burning everything in its path: people, dreams, and plans. So I thought about trying to get my family out of this war zone, in which not a single area is safe anymore, and every area is literally at risk of being killed at any time, unfortunately, and out of my fear for my family, here I created this link, and Bridget (the foreign Queen of Palestine) helped me a lot with it. Hoping in your humanity to help me get my family out so that I don’t lose them and lose the most beautiful thing I have in my life. Unfortunately, to leave Rafah to Egypt, each person’s coordination requires $5,000. We have a brother in Egypt who went out a month before the war to study, and he is the one who will make arrangements for us and receive us there, and our plans in Egypt are to sit there temporarily to protect our lives from the war.

This family has received less than $1000. Please boost. Donate if you can

[harrysmimi]

Little By Little

Synopsis: One where Harry finds out his girl is struggling with ED (Requested)

CW: mentions of ED, please put your mental health first and read with caution. And remember, you're not alone in this, you are brave, you are strong. And I love you so much! *Kissie noises*

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Harry and YN had been basically living together at this point.

They've been together for about three years and Harry had somehow now managed to convince her to stay over for the weekend and she never left. He certainly isn't complaining because he asked her to stay with him.

But lately he's been seeing her food being left over. Both of them worked, Harry is filming a movie in London and also recording his fourth studio album, YN's working on her little boutique she's so proud of as she should be. So they'd made a little rule of at least eating one meal together, he'd volunteered to make them breakfast every morning (because honestly that's the only meal he can cook without burning down his kitchen) as YN hates early mornings. So he leaves her a plate of her own. Though he waits for her to wake up and get ready for the day before he leaves for work himself. YN has switched to working from home since the Covid hit and has chose to do the same, especially when her firm didn't mind that either, it also gave her time to work on some freelancing as a Photo and Video editor aside from having a desk job a software developer.

Today, Harry was so excited to go home today. He was going to ask her to completely just move in with him. She paid the rent this month for no apparent reason, he just didn't wanted her to waste her earning like that if she's not living at her flat anymore. Or if she changes her time and needs more time, by all means he is ready to support her through.

But he would be lying if he hadn't got used to living with her, going to bed with her and waking upto her gorgeous self everyday now. He felt so whole with her now. He even wants to pop question to her, especially since she's always been so vocal about how important it was to her. He's even gone as far to take his mum with him to find a perfect ring for her.

Tonight he didn't wanted either of them cook so he got food from YN's favourite restaurant on his way back home. When he got back, he found her fast asleep on the sofa, it was Friday night he noticed then. She has Fridays and Saturdays off from work.

He didn't wake her up instead he proceeded to transfer all off the fold out of the plastic trying to make as less noise as he could knowing how much of a light sleeper his girl is. After be put lids on all of the food thermoses — great investment YN made him do — he went to check in on her before he proceeded to clean up. She had a bad habit of covering up her face with the blanket and it scares it that she's going to suffocate herself even though she's assured him many times that she can breath in just fine.

He also found it a tiny bit odd seeing her asleep in late afternoon as she's not the one to take naps but, she had much more commissioned work to do she must've been tired. Shrugging it off Harry padded his wak to the living room.

And he was just right!

She had that damn blanker over her face. He crouched next to her.

"Hey, baby, do you wanna wake up?" He called tugging the blanket off her face, "lemme see you gorgeous, I missed you today!" He cooed when she wouldn't let go.

"Five minutes!" She whined.

"Okay, but lemme see you." He requested, "there you are!" He celebrated quietly seeing her face after long hours of the day. "Hello, my love." He leans down to kiss her forehead.

"Hi," she looked at him surprised, "you came early today?"

"Mhmm," he nodded, "thought we could spend some time together for the weekend."

"Oh, I'm sorry I fell asleep watching TV." She flops on her back to look at the TV was turned off, it must have turned off on it's own as it was left unattended. She did planned to watch favourite bakery YouTuber but she just fell asleep.

"It's alright," he assured her, "do you want to wake up now?"

"Mhmm." She nodded sitting up straight midway of her yawning out her tiredness away.

"You had a good sleep?" He proceeded to take a seat in front of her, she nods again as she wraps her arms around his middle for a quick cuddle. Taking the smell of his cologne, sweet, cold and earthy tones laced with hints of sandal wood, he always smelled like he'd just gotten out of a steamy souna. "I brought your favourite so you won't have to cook tonight." He shared, snaking his own arms around her.

It was her turn to cook tonight. Mainly every dinner was on her because she really fears Harry's either going to loose a finger or two in attempt of chopping veggies and stuff or burn down his beautiful home. So she just takes it upon herself to make food.

"You did?" Her voice came as a muffle against his chest.

"Yeah," he caressed her hair gently, "do you want to go out on a walk before we eat?"

"No, we can just stay in and watch a movie or something." She suggested, pulling away from his embrace politely.

"Yeah, we can do that." He agrees, anything to spend more time with her. Though they both haven't been out since past three weeks, at he goes out for work but she haven't left her house. Even to run her errands. She instead opts to get everything home delivered.

"Okay." She said pushing the blanket off her body noticing Harry was leaning in to steal a little kiss but she moves back, watching him cant his head and look at her confusedly. "I just woke up from a long nap."

"I don't mind." He chuckled, "haven't we had morning sex many, many times?"

She sighs watching him a little hurt and press her mouth onto his in a tender kiss. He kisses her back regardless with same love.

"I need to pee so bad!" She exclaims, trying to find energy to get up. Harry giggles at her adorable laziness and watches her make a run for the bathroom.

He walks back to the kitchen and cleans up all the mess he made, wiping down the counter where he managed to spill drops of gravy and bits of rice with paper towel. He threw away all the trash and noticed she hasn't taken it out today, so he took that out himself. He made himself and his love some tea. Opening the fridge to get milk for YN's tea he saw plate of waffles he left for her today.

She didn't even take a bite frim it. He also found little storage containers with more breakfast foods he made from four days ago. Haven't she been eating? Has she been eating out? He wondered.

Harry took out all the spoilt food from the fridge to throw it away but he kept it on the counter to wait for her come back out. He is well aware that he isn't the best at cooking but she could have told him not to make her anything. Yes, it would have hurt him but not this much.

"You didn't eat you breakfast." He spoke when he saw her walking back down the stairs. Caught, she almost tripped down.

"Be careful!" He rushed towards her rather quickly, holding onto her. YN shook her head jerkingly as if she was not trying to be dizzy. "Hey what's wrong, sweetheart? You alright?" She clung onto him like a koala.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good." She nodded and stood back on het feet. Harry still walked to the sofa and her sit down as he fetched her some water. He sat next to her. "Baby what's wrong? Did you start your period?" He enquired, nit to be offensive but she does tend to feel dizzy or even pass out when she's on her period.

"No, I didn't." She gulped down half of that glass of water he gave her in one go.

It clicked to him, "did you not eat at all today? Not even the snacks I got you yesterday from the grocery trip?"

"No, I just fell asleep watching TV." She said, which entirely wasn't the truth but it was.

"I, uh, baby you need to tell me what is going on, okay? Of course you haven't been falling asleep from past four days, have you?" He was being too harsh with his interrogation so he stopped there waiting for her to answer. She just opted to drink from her water instead, so he pulled her closer to his side.

YN just leaned into his touch there. She hasn't been feeling quite good in her skin recently. So many reasons to unpack but she never felt like talking to him about it. He has helped her through many of her low, he's calmer and seems to think thoroughly in moments of crisis and she's so grateful to have found him.

Oh she couldn't list many things why she was feeling this way. Which she did not felt is right to talk about but the feeling of her stomach empty felt eerily right to her, lile it always did. She bas gotten over this in past and she's sure she can do it this time too. She loves food and she can't stay away from it really.

She did ate dinner with Harry every night. Though she served herself, quarter of what she eats, but ends up throwing up in the middle of the night in the downstairs bathroom. She just doesn't want to burden Harry with this. He's already pretty stressed with his next year's spring summer collection to be bothered by her.

"Hey, it's okay my darling angel," she heard Harry coo to her realising she has been sobbing now. "You know you can talk to me right, YN?"

"Mhmm." She nodded. "I don't know, I don't know what's, what's wrong I just want to go to bed." Her voice low like a sad whining little puppy between her cries. She's sure which are ugly too.

"Already?" He enquired which made her cry even more so it scared him. For the first time Harry didn't know how to help her or even know what was actually going on. "It's okay we'll talk about it when you're ready, okay? You want to watch TV instead?" And she just nodded.

Harry took the empty glass of water from her and kept it on the coffee table, he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV to play one of her favourite movie. He didn't even bother to change as he got her comfy next to him under the blanket she was wearing earlier. She looked up at him when she could feel his gaze on her, he just placed an assuring hand on her cheek.

"It's okay, I'm here." He whispered to her with a kiss on her forehead. YN just rested her head on his chest as she stared at the TV trying not to fall asleep on her problems the best she could.

"I, I think I wanna go on a walk." She suggested.

"Yeah?" He smiled at her, "lemme grab a jumper for you real quick then." He carefully peeled herself from her urging her to go put her shoes on, a little no-shoes-inside custom he's grown to follows since her stay. He ran upstairs to get her one of his hoodies which he helped her slip of as well put his own jacket on as it was getting a bit chilly outside.

"My baby," he tugged her closer to him, "our neighbours are getting Christmas spirit, aren't they?" He pointed out, little gruesome Halloween decorations already have been swapped with happy Christmas decorations. It made her feel that much more calmer.

"Yeah. We should put up some decorations too." She suggested looking around.

"We can do that tomorrow," he agreed. "Feel any better?"

"Mhmm." She sounded, "don't feel like talking about it."

"That's okay, whenever you're ready baby." He pressed a kiss on top of her head. It wasn't that late so they took the bus to the mall to look around for a Christmas tree. "We should get a real one."

"No, it's gonna die by the end of the week." YN chuckled at his suggestion. "We can reuse these ones."

"That's boring. A real would be eco-friendly options."

"Not when you'll have to buy another one to be put on actual Christmas day." She pulled him to the little gift section to look for inspiration to buy presents for his mum and sister. Whilst her parents didn't approved of Harry, his family welcomed her very warmly into theirs.

When they went back home, Harry tried to serve them dinner he bought with him. YN didn't say much but pushed around her food after taking three bites waiting Harry to finish up.

"Sunshine you didn't eat anything." He cooed to her, "a little more?"

"No, I, I ate." She shook her head, "I'm just not that hungry."

"Why not baby?" He pulled his chair closer to hers seeing tears brim in her eyes behind her glasses, "hey lovie, it's okay you can tell me."

"It just feels good to not to," she admitted, "I just don't want to eat."

"Well you gotta fuel your body, don't you? Why do you feel that way, hmm, do you wanna tell me?" He asked, carefully reaching for her hands in her lap.

"I don't know. It feels better to feel hungry and not eat. I deserve it." She choked, "I don't want to do that. But I don't want to feel this way either. I don't know what is going. I, I don't know what do!"

"Hey, c'mere." He got up picking her up with her legs wrapped around his hips as he walked upto their bedroom, somewhere she's more comfortable to talk. He tucked her under their blanket as he slipped next to her. She cried in his chest. "No one deserves to be hungry, okay? Especially my girl. It is going to be difficult but we can make things better."

"I don't mean to cry, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She cried even more.

"It's okay to cry, lovie, don't ever apologise for that." He held onto her tightly, "please don't take this a wrong way, okay? Do you think you want to get professional help? If not then it's fine, we'll figure out a way to make you better."

"I don't know," was her answer.

"That's alright!" He assured her, "you can take it all little by little okay? What do you say we start from tomorrow morning?"

"Mhm!" She nodded, "I want to sleep now."

"Of course my baby, go to sleep I'll be here when you wake up."

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It's been long six months now.

Harry had been trying to help his girl the best he could. It made him happy when she recently agreed on, he'd drove her to her therapist's office just this morning on his way to work.

Meanwhile they've been going on morning and evening walks, it helped her though it was not enough. But at least it was getting her somewhere to begin with. She'd still try and stall her way out of it, but Harry's there by her side.

He went home early today, to make them a nice dinner. Nice Tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, it was her favourites as she ordered it on their first lunch date. He had Shania Twain playing in the background in low volume, as he sang along to her putting together a dinner.

"Where did you come from?" He heard his surprised girlfriend, she was stopped in the middle of the living room with her bag hung over her shoulder and a little paper bag from the tech shop. She must have bought another SD card he figured.

"Work...?" He laughed knowing exactly what she meant. He's been working late so it was a surprise to her, "how is your day going so far?"

"Good, had to mail the SD I had to my client so I went to buy a new one." She held up the tiny paper bag in her hand, "I am never taking his projects again for sure."

"Why are they demanding?" He asked.

"He's been constantly emailing me to mail the SD to him so that his wedding pictures don't get posted anywhere else it's infuriating I made him pay for it!" She ranted in one go as she stomped in kitchen and got herself a glass of water.

"Karen, isn't he?" He chuckled making her giggle too.

"You know how expensive SD cards are. God!" She sighed. "What are you doing?"

"Making us dinner." He he was chopping up Tomatoes for the soup.

"Do you want me to help you?" She offered, "please?"

"Why not baby!" he agreed.

"I'll go change real quick, don't start without me." She said already making her way out of the kitchen.

"Oi, come back here now!" He faux-scolding made her stop dead in her tracks, she walked back to him, "gimme a kiss." He leaned down to match her height with a cheesy smile on his face.

Of course she leaned in, her small hand cupping his jaw in between her thumb and fingers gently. Looking him dead in the dead with the softest smile he's seen on anything, waiting for her to give him the kiss. She pulled back to his dismay.

"Ask nicely next time." She tried to run away but he is rather swift with his moment he caught her by her hips and turning her around started tickling her. "Ah, Harry!" She squirmed, giggling.

"Is this nice enough?" He teased her, tickling her sides where she's more ticklish.

"Stop," she grabbed onto his elbows to stop him, catching onto her breath. He got his kiss. She smeared her lips on his the smile never fading. "We should get rid of your shirts and tank tops."

God he looked so deliciously handsome in his white tank!

"Why so? You don't like 'em?" He asked, his nose skimming against her cheek, making butterflies go haywire in his tummy.

"I do, but I prefer you without them." Taking advantage of their closeness to place another kiss on his mouth.

He chuckled softly, "well then let's go upstairs and fix it, would you like that?"

"I'd love that." She agreed, "but not now, I've got work." With that she slipped through his arms.

"You cheeky monkey!" He smacked her bum before she ran upstairs laughing. He'll have his way with her later!

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"Put some more!" YN whined at Harry being skimpy at adding spices.

"No, it's gonna be too spicy!"

"You are literally so white, move!" She pushed him to a side.

"Hey!" He whined but he let her do her thing. At least she's trying to be involved.

Finally being done with cooking, they both sat down at the coffee table on the floor with their favourite show on the TV.

Harry doesn't like to make it too obvious to her, but he's always been keeping an close eye at her eating habits now. Not to be creepy. Not to be disrespectful. But he's doing it just to keep up with her progress. She was doing great last week, eating at least one full meal.

He saw her taking just two bites off her grilled cheese and a few full spoons of soup before she stopped.

"Baby?"

"Hmm?" She looked at him.

"How was your first session today?" He enquired.

"We talked." She started, "he said that it'll take a few sessions to see we get along and stuff. But so far I, I think he can help me."

"Yeah? I'm so happy for you, baby!" He smiled, pulling her in a brief embrace. "I love you."

"I love you too." She smiled, seemingly contained. "I can't eat anymore." She said putting back the spoon her bowl.

"You want me to make you something else?" He suggested, "it's okay, you can eat more later."

"No," she shook her head in disagreement, "I don't feel like it. I'm sorry, I know you came home early to cook and all. It just tastes bitter to me I don't know why. Sorry."

"Hey, stop apologising, babylove." He cooed, "it's okay. I promise."

"This is so bad." Her voice cracked, "I don't feel like eating sometimes and when I do, everything tastes, so, so bad. I don't know." A few tears make their way down her cheeks, "I feel like I'm being ungrateful for everything you're doing for me. I promise I'm not, I'm trying."

"I'm so proud of you for trying to get better, my love." He hugged her again, "it's alright. I can't imagine what you're feeling right now but I can tell you, I've never once felt you're being ungrateful, okay? It's okay, do you feel like eating right now?"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"You want me to make you something else?"

"This is going to go to waste." She cried even more, feeling there are many people out there who are hungry and deserve to be fed and she's waste it all by simply not eating. It was a big internal turmoil she had been going through.

"It won't, I'll eat this for lunch tomorrow." He assured her, "you want me to make you Ramen?"

"What if I don't feel like eating that too?"

"Then that's fine, baby you don't have to cry. Please?" He requested, not knowing how to make her feel better. "Okay, let's go on a walk and see how you feel, what do you say?"

"Yeah, I'd like that." She agreed.

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Another six months later. YN was doing better. She had to switch her therapist but she has been recovering well and good.

N O T E :

This was so difficult to write 🥺 but I tried. I am not sure how this one's gonna do.

I also apologise for the lame ending. I don't know how I should have ended it.

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[celaenaeiln]

Sorry I'm taking over your blog ahhh but it's just so cool to be able to get such detailed answers that make so much sense and to be passionate about conversation again! This is something I've been sort of stuck on over the years while writing (especially because they won't let them become adults in a main continuity) - what sort of lives/jobs do you think Tim, Damian and Steph would have in the future, and what do you think Cass would end up doing? I don't see Jason really having a "normal" job but I'd be willing to hear thoughts on that too!

Nws! Getting an ask is the highlight of my day!!! <333

I've never thought of that!!

Tim would definitely be the CEO of something, maybe a tech company? He would develop his own software and market and become rich and build a company off it.

Damian would take over Wayne Enterprises kinda like how he takes over Batman. It's just his future and I don't think Tim's interested in WE anyway aside from having it to fund his projects currently.

Steph would own a martial arts gym. Of all the batkids, I feel like Steph and Duke are really the ones who are connected to Gotham. Tim is part of the elites, Damian is Bruce Wayne's son, and Jason was on the offside of community up until 13. Steph and Duke though, they've lived there their whole lives even after meeting Bruce, they're still connected. Stephanie literally made her own costume and went after Cluemaster. Putting these two together, I feel like Stephanie with her headstrong personality and normal Gothamite background would build a martial arts gym where she would teach kids in troubled homes how to defend themselves.

Cass would co-own the gym but she wouldn't get as involved as Stephanie. She knows how to hold back but I feel like a part of her would be worried about accidentally hurting them because she's too good - she's too trained at being an assassin. Therefore I feel like she would turn to art as a pastime and turning it into a freelancing type of job. It's be so cool if she became a graphic designer! It would also work perfectly since she has dyslexia and reading is tiring for her.

Jason I feel would eventually settle down enough to have a normal job but maybe I'm just hoping for too much lol. I don't believe he would be a mechanic or something because truth be told, I don't know if Jason even likes cars. He stole a tire off the batmobile out of necessity but does that mean he likes dealing with cars and engines? Who knows - maybe he does or maybe he doesn't. Oh I GOT IT! Jason would be a bounty hunter. He's still working for the good but he likes the rough edge of life. He loves hunting and setting up traps and pissing off bad guys. A bounty hunter would be the perfect job for him. He keeps doing what he likes and he would be good at it.

[messydiabolical]

Mickey and Pavan, Blaise Shepard's dads. I actually came up with them before I designed Blaise! I wanted a good solid backstory for my new Shepard. More info about these two cuties under the cut!

Blaises’ parents

In their first years, Blaise was raised by single dad Michael 'Mickey' Shepard, an English born space faring pansexual muscly man who left earth as soon as he could. They hopped across systems on various ships, Mickey working in security and logistics. Moving around all the time wasn't necessarily ideal with a littl’un but he made it work as best he could and made sure Blaise was never wanting for love and affection. Blaise certainly learnt to be a tough lil cookie very quickly, and was also exposed to a lot of different cultures/species etc. Mickey is a great big teddy bear of a man who likes coloured ringbinders, flowcharts and big fucking shotguns (OSHA approved). A fierce protector that loves to snuggle, protec, and tick checklists. Blaise's egg donor Genevieve was a troubled lady; she'd escaped extremely repressive religious parents and was having a reckless period in her life- lots of drink, drugs and partying, hopping from ship to ship doing odd jobs. She had a fling with Mickey, ran off one night without so much as a goodbye, then turns up 8 months later like 'yeah I was in denial but um babies coming. help!' (at some point during the pregnancy, she was also exposed to eezo, hence Blaises biotics). She was not prepared to be a mum but knew Mickey was kind hearted and couldn't bring herself to not at least let him know before she gave Blaise up for adoption. Mickey asked if he could raise Blaise, Genevieve agreed on condition she could sign away parental rights and he wouldn't contact her, which he honoured. Genevieve spiralled for years, BUT finally cleaned up and started training properly in transport/supply logistics. She settled down- on Mindoir. Blaise knew connecting with her was never going to be an option, but mourned for the loss of a person who had shown strength and growth, when they later learned of Genevieves fate.When Blaise was 6 Mickey landed a job working for a comm company, where they could stay on the one same ship that flew around the Terminus and outer systems fixing comm bouys and networks on various stations, sattelites and planets. Still dangerous given the amount of pirates and such in that region, but for the first time they could really settle in and make a home on board. This is where Blaise developed a taste for alien found family- the crewmates are all different species and were all their aunties and uncles.

A few months later the crew welcomes Pavan, software and tech specialist in comm networks, follower of Urvine, god of paths and journeys, and extremely gorgeous drell. Pavan is an adorable nerd who’s frill flutter and expand when he gets talking about systems analysis. He left Kahje as a teenager as soon as he got his qualifications, not content with the limits of the planet, and mourning the loss of his older sister who died during compact duties. In his spare time, Pavan offers tech support to a non profit that helps drell who decide to move off Kahje and form their own colonies. He isn’t strictly anti hanar, but feels the compact and the relationship has reached a point that is stifling drell independence and growth.

Mickey and Pavan, both being nerdy guys that are sticklers for details and a passion for exploration and adventure (as long as it complies with health and safety standards!) quickly fall head over heals for each other. Pavan finds himself besotted with the adorable little Shepard family, and when he and Mickey get married Pavan adopts Blaise according to the rights of Arashu. Blaise also takes on the old gods as their religion and immerses themselves in drell family traditions. Pavan feels Urvine guided him to a path to find this family and lead him to Mickey. He love Blaise completely as though they were their own child, no question. They are a sickeningly adorable family.

[sparrow-in-boots]

i'm inspired so as a cont to this post, Clay headcanons that only make sense to me part 2:

Clay had several instances of carpal tunnel syndrome and other hand tendon issues. Some of it was from biting more than he could chew when working for his father, others from simply overworking himself during college;

His mother had a penchant for outdoorsy activities, particularly hiking and nature preservation efforts, and they would often go on trips to camp out and just spend time together. His father would accompany them when he was younger but with time it became a son-and-mother activity even as things grew tenser at home;

As a child he struggled with retaining spoken requests which made helping his father a bit of a struggle since he needed to memorize measurements and the right tools to bring him, so he got the habit of writing things on his hands and arms which followed him to adulthood. He used to get bullied about the ink stains on his skin and his parents even got a bit of a chiding about it at a parent-teacher meeting once, because the ink might make him sick;

Before that he once went around naming each tool on his father's toolshed, even writing them down on the handles. To his credit, Harold did his best to recall the names and use them so Clay could find them more easily. Even as an adult, in his head certain pliers are Julie or Thomas, and each size of torques are a different B name like Bob, Billie, Bernard, Bart, etc;

He'd rather die than ever, ever admitting to that particular habit to another human being, though;

One of the things he truly misses from when he was a kid and things between his parents were still nice, was their movie nights on weekends. Without failure, his father would drive them all after breakfast to the nearest Blockbuster or cinema, and they'd pick out a movie to watch together. Even when things got hard financially and in his parent's marriage, that was the one thing they kept trying to keep alive, though it often ended up in arguments and tense awkward silent drives back home;

Once he began to explore his sexuality, he started to use a clip-on earring on his right ear but never around his family. HHe never got it pierced so he didn't have to raise questions with a hole in his ear but also because his phobia of being stung in general;

As anyone who works with machines of any kind, he developed his own rituals for his computer as well as for when he started to study the Animus software. One of those is tapping a camera lens before using it, or rubbing the logo of whatever computer he's using;

While he's not exactly a fan of tea himself, he really dislikes straight black coffee. It's either lattes or several spoons of sugar for him, and if he's drinking black coffee then you know it's a Bad Day;

He has opioid tolerance, which majorly sucked when he needed to have a corrective surgery for a hernia, and doubly sucked during his time at Abstergo since the Animus may require drugs to induce an altered level of consciousness;

He has a drawer containing all the extra bits and leftovers from projects. From extra screws and caps from furniture kits to chips and boards that aren't obsolte or broken to bits that he meant to put back eventually but always forget to. Over time the drawer evolved into a shelf and then to a considerable corner of his childhood room at his father's house. Both men refuse to do a cleanup of it just in case they need those at some point;

Speaking of, he had a small period of job hopping fresh out of college, mostly out of HR mismanagement and trying to juggle more than one job at once. Long story short, he ended up with three different work laptops that he never managed to return and are now way obsolete for much use. He keeps meaning to get rid of them but they always make him laugh, so he gives them a pass;

He's a tense and fussy sleeper, so he has a tendency to get tension migranes sometimes and they leave him with a very sour mood;

While he always nurtured an interest for space, he had a more complex curiosity for the sea and ocean life. He found it fascinating but it always left him feeling morose and ill at ease, while space always put an idealistic twinkle in his eyes. The ocean was just too close to be so full of mysteries and unknowns, while the final frontier seemed too far to give him any sense of foreboding;

Even so, he never met the sea. Only lakes and rivers, or seen it from above when he flew on planes, but he's never stood on an ocean beach proper.

[merlumina]

hi there, tumblr

So after quitting all other social media (twitter, instagram, facebook), I found myself 1) pretty lonely tbh and 2) at a loss for how to keep myself creatively motivated and inspired with nowhere to share my work. I'd heard from several people that tumblr is way more chill these days, and while I hesitated at first, I finally decided to give it a try. After a few weeks of waiting from tech support to regain access to my account (pro tip: don't sign up for anything important with your college email address), I regained access yesterday and spent some time doing some tidying up (i. e. deleting most of my old posts and likes).

So...hi! Feels weird to be back. Life has changed so much in the past seven years. It was interesting going back through old posts to relive those times. Since I was last here, this is what I've been up to:

hollowforest and I got married in 2020. While he was unfortunately not able to propose to me at MAGFest after a particularly victorious round of Gundam Xtreme VS, which would have been rad, we settled for eloping at county jail, which is also a cool story.

Ringo, my cat, is still with us! But now we also have a dog, Haru (named after Persona 5 Haru). Yeah I like dogs now. I like pitt bulls now. 2012 me would never.

After years of self-doubt and self-loathing about my life choices, I actually became what I wanted to be when I grew up - a software developer! In late 2020 I took the plunge to do a coding bootcamp and got really lucky being hired into an apprenticeship program before I'd even graduated. Now I'm making those big coding $$$ working from home, literally living the dream and still kind of in awe.

I joined the Diagnosed with ADHD in My 30s club! (Also, I'm in my 30s now)

We bought a house in October, 2022! I did not think it would be possible for the longest time, but due to the big job upgrade we were finally able to afford it.

I've played a lot of video games, but not beaten that many.

I picked up game dev as a hobby and have made a few small games during game jams.

My mental health is overall a lot better now! Part of that is from therapy, part of that is from self reflection, part of that is maybe just growing up. See also: quitting aforementioned social medias.

Improved mental health aside, my hangups about my artistic abilities and creative capacity still haven't improved any in the past 10 years. It's one of my biggest personal insecurities, but also one of the reasons I'm trying Tumblr again! I wanted somewhere to post my practice routine to keep myself accountable, as well as a place to get inspiration from other artists.

I'm going to make a concerted effort to keep this blog focused on art and personal things that make me happy. After I left Tumblr in 2016 I started working on myself and trying to focus on bringing more empathy into my interactions with others. Whether or not I've been successful at that is another matter, but in general it has helped me be a happier person. I am not interested in participating in Discourse. I don't think you can judge the "goodness" of a human based on a handful of things they've said/done online, and I won't be made to cast judgment on anyone. I think we should spend less time tearing down people in our own communities and more time asking why it's so easy for the people in power to trick us into fighting each other. In general, the overall vibe that everyone's social media account is a personal soapbox where they can make declarations about what is Right and what people Should be doing makes me uncomfortable. So I'm going to try not to do any more of that here. I do like still having those discussions sometimes, but I prefer a more personal venue, where I feel like I'm talking with people rather than at them.

Let's be cool to each other! -Liz / merlumina

[merrock]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Ben Feldman

full name: Adrian Ellis 

nickname(s) / goes by: Adi

pronouns & gender: he/him cis man

sexuality: heterosexual 

birth date: July, 12, 1984 (39)

birth place: Portland, Maine

arrival to merrock: Moved to town about ten years ago to make his own start away from his parents.

housing: Historical Downtown

occupation: Web developer/designer 

work place: Office just out of town and working from home. 

family: Younger sister 

relationship status: single

PERSONALITY

Adi is an attractive but modest guy, he is optimistic and likes to be helpful to those around him. Although he comes across pretty confident, he is actually rather shy and reserved and talks a lot to cover it. At times, he can be immature, a know-it-all and a little spoilt as he comes from a rich family. But he is caring, gentle and a good friend.

WRITTEN BY: Soph (she/her), gmt.

BACKGROUND / BIO

Adrian who likes to be known as Adi was born in Portland, Maine, though for a long time he considered New York to be his home after moving there when he was just six years old. His parents were both lawyers who had high expectations and worked long hours. Although he didn’t want for much, he didn’t spend too much time with his parents and he was sent to boarding school at a very young age.

Adi has always been incredibly smart and he enjoyed the challenge of boarding school. However, at times he could be a little too smart for his own good and his opinions often got him into trouble. He was known to argue with teachers over something he’d read or a documentary he’d seen, just eager to share what he'd learnt. He excelled throughout school, with most things in life coming pretty easy to him. He read about everything and anything and he liked to show off his wide range of knowledge, telling anyone who would listen and always having something to say about most situations. This is something he still does in adult life, he often corrects people and can come across a little annoying but he means well and he’s a kind natured guy who goes out of his way to help people.

His parents had money and he had plenty of opportunities, he played several instruments and took advanced classes. He even spent his summers helping at the law firm. Though his real passion was computers and gaming. He would spend hours taking apart old machines and messing with a range of software. He was smart and could teach himself how to edit, create programs and code. He enjoyed getting to express himself and finding something for himself.

However, his parents weren’t too happy with his choice to pursue IT and programming at college, they wanted him to become a doctor or lawyer and that only pushed him further away from them. Instead of applying for college, Adi took his trust fund and decided to take a gap year which turned into four years. Many would consider him to be a spoilt rich boy who rebelled against his parents, and maybe in a way he was but Adi was happy. He travelled, he went backpacking and he saw the world for himself. The places he experienced were a big influence on him and brought him out of his shell.

Though at the age of 22, Adi knew he had to make some kind of plans for his future. He had the grades to go to any university that he wanted and he decided to return to New York and applied to Cornell. His parents agreed to help him financially, glad their son was finally going back into education, even if working with computers hadn’t been their first choice for him. Though he thrived, he enjoyed the hard work and learning new things and being able to put his arguments and opinion into what he loved. He grew in confidence and made a best friend who encouraged him to be him. They're still friends today.

After university, Adi worked for a tech company in New York for a few years and completed his Masters degree. However, it always felt like something was missing. The job paid well and he didn't hate it but he felt like he wasn’t really moving forward. Growing up, he'd enjoyed visiting his grandparents in Maine. It was relaxed there, they left him to do his own thing. He'd spend hours reading outside and playing video games all day. His sister had moved to Maine in her teens after being kicked out of private school. She'd attended high school in Merrock and about ten years ago, Adi decided it was time for him to settle there too and to move away from their parents.

He lives in a nice home in Merrock and works for a company not far from the town. He's still a little dork at time but he is rather confident in who he is and hoping one day he'll find the right person to be in that life with him.

[hexagonalhavoc]

Revenge 

Carla Dosa x Reader (kind of?) 

[Author’s Note: My first writing piece for this blog! I love The Hex and I wish it had X Readers but it didn’t so I’m contributing. A lot of this has to do with my own interpretation so not everything here is canon! Also this can be seen as either romantic or platonic. Enjoy!]

     You remember when times were a lot more simple. When you, Lionel, and Carla were little kids and your biggest problem was who got to play as which character in the video games you played together. 

When Lionel first released Super Weasel Kid, he was a little sheepish. It was just something he did for fun yet it became so popular. You and Carla couldn’t help but be proud of him. Then the second game was released, then he sold the rights to GameFuna, then the third game was released.

You’re surprised that he didn’t forget you and Carla as he rose to fame. You’re starting to wonder if that was for the best though. At first you and Carla were ecstatic to work for such a large game company and have your little trio be reunited but things took a turn for the worse. You watched your small friend group fall apart as the arguing between Lional and Carla became more frequent. Unfortunately, you were always in the middle of these arguments. You hated having to pick a side when you still cared for both of your friends. 

What used to be a fun job was now something that riddled you with stress. You thought about quitting several times but you didn’t want to leave Carla all alone or have Lionel snap at you like he did with his other employees. 

It’s a late night at the office and you’re more than ready to go home and sleep off the stress of these daily conflicts. You stand up from your cubicle, making sure that everything is in your bag before you leave. You look over at Carla who’s hunched over her computer. You wish she didn’t push herself so hard but she was trying to prove a point to Lionel. 

When he made his first female character, Chandrelle, Carla didn’t take it very well. She claimed that she appealed too much to the “male gaze” which was something you didn’t disagree with but didn’t comment on because you didn’t want to be apart of their drama yet again. To counter Lionel, she was making her own female character which she named Sado. Ever since then it’s like Carla was glued to her chair. She didn’t want to do anything else other than develop this character. 

“Ah, Y/n.” Carla calls out to you as you pass by her cubicle. She looks tired, her eyes reflect the light of the computer screen. Despite her disheveled looking appearance there’s a victorious smirk on her face. “Look at the progress I’ve made. I got Lionel this time.” You really don’t want to be wrapped up in more drama but Carla’s behavior is starting to worry you. 

You walk over to see what’s on her computer screen. You lean in closer, squinting because the screen is so bright and because you’re trying to figure out what the hell you’re looking at. 

It looks like the regular coding software that everyone uses but something is wrong about it. You haven’t seen those red things before. 

“It’s experimental but I think it’ll be perfect, what do you think?” You don’t even know what you’re supposed to be thinking. You want to tell Carla how worried you are, that she’s taking her rivalry with Lionel way too far. Would she even listen to you if you expressed those concerns? “What is it?” You ask, confusion is evident in your voice. 

Your reaction only makes Carla’s smile grow wider. “This is just an idea I…” She takes a moment to pick her words carefully. “Borrowed from Kaycee.” 

You remember Kaycee, she wasn’t working on any of Lionel’s games but you met her at a mandatory work party. She was a little closed off but still cool to hang out with. She was working on another game in a different part of the building so you didn’t see her very often but you knew that her and Carla stayed in touch. That doesn’t make Carla’s words any less mysterious though, it wasn’t like her to be this cryptic. 

You open your mouth to speak, to question Carla further but she interrupts you. “Kaycee told me a secret, something that can get us fired or even worse if anyone else knows about it. She found something in the game she was working on. It’s quite the game changer.” Carla turns back to her screen, her mouse moving to connect the hooks to the blocks and whatever those red things are. “I was able to replicate its likeness but I think it’s missing something.” She sighs, her face moving even closer to the computer. 

You’re freaked out. You don’t know what she’s talking about but it can’t be good. You’re not sure what to do, do you tell Lionel? Kaycee? Should you tell HR that you’re worried about her? Would anyone even listen to your concerns? 

Carla isn’t acting like herself and it scares you. You have known her since elementary school and you know that something is seriously wrong if she’s acting like this but what can you do about it? 

You don’t know what to do. After that interaction you bid Carla goodnight and went back home. It was the cowardly option but what could you do? 

You think about your choices, it’s either get Kaycee or Lionel involved or watch Carla destroy herself. 

Carla’s revenge wasn’t worth it. 

[gigastar]

Ram Gobinda Malakar founder and CEO of Gigastar.in

Gigastar.in is a leading online store for computer components, offering a wide range of products at affordable prices. With a vast selection of high-quality Intel processors, RAM, SSDs, motherboards, and more, Gigastar.in is the ultimate destination for tech enthusiasts and professionals alike. Whether you're looking to build a new computer from scratch or upgrade your existing system, Gigastar.in has everything you need to get the job done. The website offers a convenient online shopping experience, making it easy to browse and purchase components from the comfort of your own home. Customers can expect fast shipping and reliable customer service, ensuring a hassle-free shopping experience. With its commitment to quality, affordability, and customer satisfaction, Gigastar.in is the go-to choice for anyone looking to enhance their computer's performance.

Ram Gobinda Malakar is a highly skilled and experienced software developer and entrepreneur based in India. He is the founder and CEO of Gigastar.in, a company that provides comprehensive computer hardware and software services to clients across India. The company, formerly known as Om Tech, Gigastar.in has become a popular website where people can purchase computer components at a low price, including Intel processors, RAM, SSDs, motherboards, and more.

In addition to his work with Gigastar.in, Ram Gobinda Malakar has developed several software solutions in various domains. He has created a hallmarking management software that has gained popularity among jewelry manufacturers and sellers in India. His medical management software has helped healthcare organizations manage their operations more efficiently, while his college and school management software has helped educational institutions streamline their processes.

Ram Gobinda Malakar is also an accomplished e-commerce website developer and has created various types of e-commerce websites. He has also established himself as a popular YouTube content creator, where he shares videos about various computer-related topics to help people gain a better understanding of technology.

In addition to his entrepreneurial work, Ram Gobinda Malakar is a philanthropist who has made significant contributions to the field of education. He founded the National Computer Training Centre (NCTC), a computer center for underprivileged children, to promote computer education and technology in the community.

Ram Gobinda Malakar's expertise in computer hardware and management has been recognized by Beldanga Sewnarayan Rameswar Fatepuria College (SRF College), where he has been working in the Computer Department since 2007. In his role at the college, he has advised on various computer-related issues, including hardware upgrades, software installations, and network management.

Overall, Ram Gobinda Malakar is a highly respected figure in the Indian computer technology industry. His dedication to delivering high-quality services, his philanthropic work, and his passion for promoting computer education have made him an inspiration to many

[philadelphia-hq]

“How were you supposed to change- in ways both big and small- when your family was always there to remind you of exactly the person you apparently signed an ironclad contract to be?”

LUCKY WILLIAMS

Age: 25 Gender and pronouns: Male, He/Him Occupation: Software Developer Neighborhood: Midtown Village

BIOGRAPHY

The first big scare Lucky Williams had given his parents was silence in the seconds that followed his birth. It wasn't just them who felt the terror of it, the doctor who had delivered him and the nurse present too also felt it -- until eventually a cry left his little body. It was then that he was jokingly nicknamed the quiet one in contrast to his older brothers, which he seemed to embody tenfold as he grew up. With both little interest and little skill in most sports, he only ever found himself partaking in them because his brothers or his friends were. He could kick a football, catch a basketball and swing for a baseball, but there was never a guarantee that it would advance his teammates in any of the games he was playing, which was why he never found himself playing for any sort of team. His mind had always been the muscle he liked to work the most, and he was drawn to anything with a screen from as early as he was allowed access one.

It had been Lucky that had inadvertently become live in tech support for his family, always eager and willing to take whatever device was malfunctioning and see if he could teach himself how to fix it. It was a skill that only flourished more in his teen years, and seemed to work in tandem with the subjects he excelled at it in school -- namely math and sciences.

It was clear to everyone around him that it was a thread he would follow into a career, which was how he found himself accepting an offer to study Computer Technology at the California Institute of Technology. Despite his joy at the offer and the assumption from all around him that it would be the path he would follow, there was still some apprehension on his part about what the next stage of his life was going to look like and if he was ready to navigate it alone. The move to Cali was a difficult but necessary one for him, and he missed his family dearly -- or at least he missed the idea of his family, the one that existed before a bitter divorce had changed the landscape of it.

That shift led to him surprising himself with his own spontaneity and opting to travel for two summers of his studies rather than return to Philly, with one stretch being two months spent backpacking around Europe and the second being the same but in Asia. It was these travels that showed him that he was at his best when in motion, and that realization would seep into his career choices after university with how he negated a traditional office job.

Once he had found a solid friend group in his new spot, Lucky flourished, so much so he considered a permanent move to California after his degree but by the time his qualification was in hand, he decided a return home to work for a year or two was best.He may have flown the nest successfully, but there was some part of him that was still a home bird.

LUCKY WILLIAMS has the face claim of PAUL MESCAL and is played by STARK.

[luckyswilliams]

Full Name: Lucky Williams.

Nicknames: Lucky Luciano.

Pronouns and Gender: He/Him, Cis Male.

Birthday: November 3rd, 1997.

Birth place: Philadelphia.

How long have they been in town?: His whole life / on and off in recent years.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Housing: Midtown Village.

Occupation: Software Developer.

Family: Two older brothers and a younger sister.

BIOGRAPHY:

The first big scare Lucky Williams had given his parents was silence in the seconds that followed his birth. It wasn't just them who felt the terror of it, the doctor who had delivered him and the nurse present too also felt it -- until eventually a cry left his little body. It was then that he was jokingly nicknamed the quiet one in contrast to his older brothers, which he seemed to embody tenfold as he grew up. With both little interest and little skill in most sports, he only ever found himself partaking in them because his brothers or his friends were. He could kick a football, catch a basketball and swing for a baseball, but there was never a guarantee that it would advance his teammates in any of the games he was playing, which was why he never found himself playing for any sort of team. His mind had always been the muscle he liked to work the most, and he was drawn to anything with a screen from as early as he was allowed access one.

It had been Lucky that had inadvertently become live in tech support for his family, always eager and willing to take whatever device was malfunctioning and see if he could teach himself how to fix it. It was a skill that only flourished more in his teen years, and seemed to work in tandem with the subjects he excelled at it in school -- namely math and sciences.

It was clear to everyone around him that it was a thread he would follow into a career, which was how he found himself accepting an offer to study Computer Technology at the California Institute of Technology. Despite his joy at the offer and the assumption from all around him that it would be the path he would follow, there was still some apprehension on his part about what the next stage of his life was going to look like and if he was ready to navigate it alone. The move to Cali was a difficult but necessary one for him, and he missed his family dearly -- or at least he missed the idea of his family, the one that existed before a bitter divorce had changed the landscape of it.

That shift led to him surprising himself with his own spontaneity and opting to travel for two summers of his studies rather than return to Philly, with one stretch being two months spent backpacking around Europe and the second being the same but in Asia. It was these travels that showed him that he was at his best when in motion, and that realization would seep into his career choices after university with how he negated a traditional office job.

Once he had found a solid friend group in his new spot, Lucky flourished, so much so he considered a permanent move to California after his degree but by the time his qualification was in hand, he decided a return home to work for a year or two was best. He may have flown the nest successfully, but there was some part of him that was still a home bird.

PERSONALITY.

+ self-sufficient, intelligent, thoughtful.

- introverted, melancholic, unsure.

FUN ADJACENT FACTS.

lucky by britney spears is his go to karaoke jam.

he brings home a goofy or tacky trinket from every place he's ever travelled to. he has a whole collection of location specific ugly key rings that are his pride and joy.

is learning High Valyrian on Duolingo.

huge lara croft/tomb raider fan. is usually fighting in subreddits about it.

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

couch host / accidental roommate of @marley-callahan

SPECIFIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

tba.

GENERIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

connections wise he’s pretty much an open book right now, but some baseline ideas that can be springboarded off are:

friendly.

a best friend / ride or dies / close friends / childhood friends / pseudo-siblings / friends / drunk friends / new friends / former roommate / people from cali he was close to.

romantic

flirtationship / friends with benefits / one time hook ups / tinder matches / unrequited crush (can be either way) / exes from high school / exes on good terms.

antagonistic.

enemies / former (best) friends / exes on bad terms / frenemies / rivals / negative influence.

[mymbios]

Delaney Bryce grew up in Alexandria, Virginia, raised by parents who were more like roommates than traditional guardians. Her mother, Evelyn Bryce (65), a dedicated corporate attorney, and her father, Joseph Bryce (68), a software engineer, were fully invested in their careers, often treating Delaney with a hands-off approach to parenting. The Bryces were loving but detached, encouraging Delaney to be independent from a young age and providing her with freedom, which she used to explore her interests and ambitions.

In high school, Delaney was athletic and driven, playing as a star on her volleyball team while keeping up strong grades. She was known for her sharp wit, independent streak, and her love of storytelling. These qualities, combined with her curiosity about the world, led her to pursue journalism in college. She had long dreamed of becoming a correspondent, someone who could uncover important stories from around the globe.

However, things changed unexpectedly when she became pregnant at 20 with her longtime boyfriend, Caleb's, child. Caleb was unwilling to take on the responsibility, but Delaney’s parents, who had always quietly wanted a son, convinced her not to end the pregnancy, promising their full support.

After her son, Ryan, was born, Evelyn and Joseph stepped in to help care for him. They were more involved with Ryan than they’d ever been with Delaney, providing him with a childhood full of activities, attention, and guidance. For Delaney, this support was both a relief and a source of mixed emotions. While she was able to continue her education, she often felt like a guest in her own family dynamic, watching her parents embrace a parenting role she hadn’t experienced with them.

Delaney went on to graduate with honors and landed a job in broadcast journalism, working her way up to an international correspondent role. She was soon reporting from conflict zones in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Her time overseas was marked by experiences that tested her limits. In Iraq, she spent months embedded with a U.S. military unit, where she forged close connections with the soldiers. She was deeply affected by the losses she witnessed and felt an overwhelming responsibility to tell their stories accurately, making the human toll of conflict clear to viewers back home. Her reports captured the realities of military life in a way that resonated with audiences and earned her a reputation for fearless and honest storytelling.

In Afghanistan, Delaney focused on the lives of local civilians, particularly women who were fighting for basic rights under constant threats. One assignment brought her to a remote village, where she interviewed a local schoolteacher who risked her life daily to educate young girls. These accounts highlighted not only the struggles but also the bravery of the Afghan women she encountered.

She faced an ambush while traveling near the Syrian border, forcing her and her crew to take cover until the situation was controlled. Her time abroad was both demanding and transformative, giving her a sense of purpose and perspective that few others shared.

Now, back in the U.S. and working as a journalist based in Washington D.C., Delaney is determined to develop a real relationship with her son, Ryan, who’s now 18. She recognizes the impact of her time away on their bond and is making a sincere effort to bridge the gap, working through the challenges of reconnecting with a young man who has mostly known her through stories from his grandparents.

Delaney is a complex personality—driven, curious, and sometimes guarded. Her years in high-stakes environments have made her able to handle intense pressure and adapt quickly. However, her independence has sometimes made her reluctant to ask for help, even when she needs it. Outside of work, she still loves playing volleyball with a group at her gym and taking part in the various events that happen throughout D.C.. She’s also a voracious reader and an enthusiastic writer, finding comfort in expressing herself through her private journals.

[amymedbiller]

Open the Potential of Medical Billing Work at Home: A Comprehensive Guide

**Title: Unlock the Potential of​ Medical Billing⁢ Work at Home: A ‍Comprehensive Guide**

**Introduction:**

Working from ‌home has become increasingly popular in recent⁤ years, offering individuals the flexibility to ⁢create a work-life balance that suits their needs. One profession that has seen a ⁣rise in​ remote opportunities is medical billing. With the⁣ advancement of technology and ⁢the availability of online resources, medical billing work‌ at home has become a viable option for many individuals looking to enter ⁤the healthcare industry. In this comprehensive guide, we will explore the potential of medical billing work ‌at home, the benefits it offers, practical tips for success, and real-life ⁤case studies to inspire you to pursue this career path.

**Benefits of Medical Billing Work at Home:**

– Flexibility: One of the ⁢biggest advantages of working from home in medical billing is the flexibility it provides. You can set your own hours and work around your​ personal commitments. – Cost-saving: Working from home eliminates the need for commuting, saving you money ⁤on transportation costs and work attire. – Work-life balance: Medical billing⁢ work at home allows you to juggle work and family responsibilities more effectively, leading ⁤to a better overall quality of​ life. – Career advancement: Remote medical billing positions can ‍lead to opportunities for career advancement‌ and professional growth within the healthcare industry.

**Practical Tips for Success:**

1. Education and certification: To excel in‌ medical ‌billing work at home, it is essential to obtain the ‌necessary education and certification.‌ Look for reputable online training programs ​that will provide you with the knowledge and skills needed for the job. 2. Stay organized: Set up a dedicated ⁣workspace in your home that is free from distractions. Keep all ⁢your billing records and documents organized to ensure accuracy and efficiency in your work. 3. Network: Join online forums‌ and professional⁣ associations related to medical billing to connect with industry experts and stay updated on the latest ⁤trends and developments. 4. Improve‌ communication skills: Effective communication is key in medical billing work at home. Make sure to maintain open lines of communication with healthcare providers, ​insurance companies, and patients to ensure timely and accurate billing. 5. Invest in technology: Make sure you have the necessary equipment and software, such as a⁤ reliable computer, high-speed internet, and medical billing software, to streamline your work processes and increase productivity.

**Real-Life Case Studies:**

1. Sarah, a mother of two, decided to transition⁢ to‌ medical billing work at home to spend more time with her children. With the right training and certification, ⁢she now manages her own remote billing business and enjoys the flexibility and independence⁤ that comes with working from home. 2. John, a⁤ recent college graduate, found a remote medical billing position with a healthcare organization. Through networking and continuous education, he has been able to advance ⁣his career and gain valuable‍ experience in the field.

medical billing work at home offers a‍ rewarding and fulfilling career path for individuals looking to enter the healthcare industry. With the‍ right‍ education,‌ organization, ​and networking skills, you can unlock the full‍ potential of remote medical billing work and achieve success in this growing‌ field.

Remember to stay informed about industry trends and continuously educate‍ yourself to stay competitive in the ‌field. By ‍following these tips and learning from real-life ‌case studies, you can embark on a successful career ⁢in medical⁤ billing work at home. Good luck on ⁢your journey!

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