#here take a Daniel he can send emails

[leclercsluvs]

MV1 | Songs of a Healing Heart | smau

part 1

an: did i disappear for like 2 months? yeah. is this what i meant to post first thing back? no. not really tbh. also time stamps are not important. also the timeline does not exist in this universe, i'm including some things that's happened irl (emails i can't send), but that doesn't mean i won't use earlier songs (on purpose). also it has been some time since i last wrote something, and my first language is not english, so this isn't perfect <3 fc: sabrina carpenter pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader warnings: swearing, a spoiler for chicago fire (a character death, i will also be reminding you, when it comes, so you can skip that one post it's honestly not that important to the story) inspired by: i can do it with a broken heart - taylor swift

yourusername

liked by maxverstappen1, danielricciardo, & 1.936.203 others yourusername guess who’s single again and guess who has an album coming 🥳🎉💃🎊🎈🎀

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user1 OMG OMG OMG NEW MUSIC NEW MUSIC WHO’S THE HEARTBREAKER???

user2 this is gonna be my fav album of ALL TIME ❤️ by author

maxverstappen1 who hurt you?

yourusername shut the fuck up ❤️ maxverstappen1 never 😌 danielricciardo wow max, really shooting your shot nicely hm maxverstappen1 shut the fuck up ❤️

yourusername

liked by georgerusell63, charles_leclerc, & 1.016.358 others yourusername *aggressively writes songs* >:)

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georgerussell63 why do you need to do it aggressively?

yourusername because why not?🤷‍♀️ georgerussell63 because aggression is not the answer 🤨 yourusername says who? >:( georgerussell63 says max yourusername that’s a lie.

yourusername

liked by maxverstappen1, landonorris, & 1.398.244 others yourusername guess what’s finally here! to everyone asking, i’m doing fine, don't worry.

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charles_leclerc okay so there was definitely more than one asking if she’s fine, who else did?

maxverstappen1 i did danielricciardo i did landonorris i did lewishamilton i did yourusername you all did 😑 oscarpiastri like everyone??? 🤔 yourusername as in everyone on the grid, even a few not on the grid anymore. the next one asking, will be feeling my greatness. logansargeant if that’s a threat, max should be the next one asking maxverstappen1 what the fuck

yourusername (chicago fire spoiler)

liked by maxverstappen1, danielricciardo, & 2.542.658 others yourusername this idiot forced me out of the house (i was very busy and comfortable watching chicago fire) and now i’m at the track?????

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maxverstappen1 you’re welcome

yourusername i’m not thanking you. i’m fine maxverstappen1 then why were you crying? yourusername uhm because otis just died and he was a good character georgerussell63 SPOILER WARNING??? OTIS DIES?? yourusername oh whoops yeah he does. very sad. very cryable.

charles_leclerc max is right yn. you need to get out a bit more.

yourusername aww charles defending his boyfriend

user3 yn is hanging out with the drivers???

user 4 well yeah. she and max have been friends for quite some time now. she's been to a few races as well user3 woah how did i not know?? user4 she kept a low profile because her boyfriend (or ex) didn’t really want it to be too public. she did take photos with some fans but asked of them to not take photos of her and her bf. how the paparazzi didn't catch them is a mystery to me.

maxverstappen1

liked by landonorris, yourusername, & 2.990.363 others maxverstappen1 isn’t she cute when she’s being sad in the rain on top of your car so you can’t drive her home?

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yourusername now why would you post this? :(

maxverstappen1 because you got yourself sick. yourusername that’s not a good reason danielricciardo because he loooooooves you maxverstappen1 shut the fuck up daniel yourusername shut the fuck up daniel

user5 max and yn having matching responses to daniel saying max loves yn is super cute imo

alexandrasaintmleux i would never post pics like this of you 💕

yourusername we should leave them and go live happily ever after 🤭 charles_leclerc you do know we can see your comment right? alexandrasaintmleux oh so you can see? 🤨 charles_leclerc I SAID I’M SORRY

yourusername

liked by maxverstappen1, oscarpiastri, & 1.207.087 others yourusername oh? had a lovely dinner. thank you anonymous man.

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maxverstappen1 looks cozy 👀

yourusername definitely enjoyed the company 🙃 danielricciardo i feel like there’s secrets here 🤨 yourusername like what?

landonorris looks a little like max

oscarpiastri what if it was me? then i would be hurt by this statement :( landonorris well you and i spent the day together yesterday  so i know it’s not you.

user6 okay but the power duo that is max and yn

user7 if it is max

user8 if he makes her happy i guess that’s great? ❤️ by author

[thef1diary]

Omg I'm so ready for the dirty drabbles!! I have so many boss!Daniel thoughts (thots?) especially with the holidays. You two at the holiday party and he can't keep his hands off you under the table. Him making you stay late one day because "there's just so much work this time of year" just so he can fuck you in the middle of the working space. Having you pinned across his desk on top of his important papers, him coming up while you're at your cubicle and making you focus on your work while he touches you, making you wear a vibrator while you're giving an important presentation to the board. Just so many thots rent free in my head

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— hi nonnie!! I’m so glad you’re excited for dirty drabbles! I love ALL of these reqs, and I’m going to eventually write them all—in separate posts, one thot at a time. The vibrator one tho…🐱🦋 that’s the one I was tempted to write first 🤭 enjoy! 18+ content below

You stood at the head of the long table, palms flat against the sleek surface as you tried to focus on the glowing projector screen behind you. The boardroom was silent, save for the click of the slides and the faint hum of the projector. You were poised, collected—at least on the surface.

But beneath the tailored pencil skirt and crisp blouse, a discreet little device buzzed against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body at the whim of the man seated at the end of the table. Your boss.

Daniel lounged in his chair, right across from you, a pen in hand, as if he were taking notes. But the faint smirk curling at the corner of his lips and the subtle flick of his thumb against his phone screen told a very different story.

All eyes were on your presentation—except Daniel’s. He was watching the way your thighs pressed together, the slight tremble in your knees every time his thumb pressed down on his screen, adjusting the intensity.

A low pulse started as you introduced the first slide, enough to keep your breath hitching but not enough to undo you. You gripped the edge of the table, shifting on your feet, and continued with a tight smile.

“…As you can see, this quarter’s growth…”

A sharp, sudden increase in vibration nearly had you doubling over. Your voice broke on the last word, turning into a breathy gasp. A few of the board members glanced up curiously, but you cleared your throat and forced a tight laugh, pretending to adjust your notes.

You would’ve glared at him if it weren’t for the numerous pairs of eyes on you, but you settled for an exaggerated smile directed at him. He leaned back, legs spread casually under the table, his phone in hand as though he were scrolling through emails. No one else would suspect a thing.

You pressed on, your voice trembling slightly as you neared the final slide. The vibrations grew stronger, sharper, and your thighs clenched involuntarily as your soaking wet panties stuck to your pussy. You bit down on your lip hard enough to nearly draw blood, but a soft, stifled moan still escaped your lips, barely masked by the sound of the projector fan.

The room seemed to blur around you, the murmurs of approval from the board distant as you fumbled through your conclusion. Daniel dialed the intensity down just before you completely unraveled, leaving you teetering dangerously close to the edge but never letting you cum, not yet.

When the meeting finally ended and the board members filed out, you stayed frozen at the table, your body trembling with frustration and need.

“Come here,” he commanded, his voice low and authoritative, sending a shiver down your spine.

Within seconds you were pulled onto his lap, his hands settling on your thighs.

“Good job,” he murmured against your ear, the smirk in his voice unmistakable. Then, without warning, he tapped his phone screen again, setting the vibrator to its highest intensity.

A broken moan escaped your lips, unbidden, as your hips bucked against him. Your hands clung to his shoulders, desperate to cum, for control you didn’t have.

“Sir,” you whimpered, breathlessly, barely audible over the pounding in your ears.

Daniel’s grip tightened on your waist, guiding you as you grind down on him, the fabric of his trousers rough against your sensitive covered cunt. “That’s it,” he murmured, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “Go on. You’ve earned it.”

want more boss!daniel? send me an ask with your filthiest thoughts and it’ll get answered during one of my dirty drabble days

[33max]

# M A X F E S T 2 0 2 4 ✨

I want to say a huge thank you and well done to everyone who created something for Max Fest this year - I have enjoyed taking a sneak peek at all of these and can't wait to properly dive in and read!

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Better Days by @puzzlebean (Fic, Daniel/Max, rated T)

Max can't take it anymore. It's like he's entire life is falling apart and he doesn't know what he wants anymore.

Max Verstappen [Art] by @puzzlebean

Beautiful art of Max with very fluffy hair.

I Was Busy Dreaming ‘Bout Boys by @tyrannosaurus-maxy

A wonderful and funny video of Max and his many boyfriends.

to make form from chaos by @maxybabyy (Fic, Daniel/Max, rated E)

He digs his knees into the backs of Max’s thighs and throws an arm around his waist, flipping them over until Max is pressed into the bed underneath him. He straddles his back, one hand spread wide over his spine to keep Max shoved into the mattress as the other squeezes at the nape of his neck.

If I loved you more I’d fade by cilantropudding (Fic, Daniel/Max, Rated E)

“Do you have a lighter?” A voice asks, and another figure joins him under the overhang above the club’s back door. The man is wrapped up in a thick coat, and it takes a moment for Max to be able to discern head from body under all the fur and padding. “Left mine inside and if I go back I’m not gonna have the balls to come back out.”

If The Shoe Fits by @miesgaga (Fic, Charles/Max, rated E)

Charles and Max have had a rule since they started being roommates: if you're fucking somone in your room, put their shoes in the fuck spot. This way the could keep their space clean and know when to wear earplugs.

grab your passport by @thatsapodium

The most amazing art inspired by @33max’s (my!) Turkey Dinosaurs series.

Which Max Verstappen helmet are you? by @33max

A uquiz of Max’s special helmets.

Airplanes cut through the clouds by @33max

Max hadn't mentioned that he was thinking of refurbishing the plane to Daniel. He frowns. Did Max mean to send him an invite to this? Did he mean to invite Raymond so he could organise the refurb? Why didn’t he mention something like this to Daniel?

Max Bicons 💙💜🩷 by @thatsapodium

Bisexual Max Icons!

Lawfirm AU by @thatsapodium

Daniel doesn’t even care about the mistakes and errors that Max has been making, honestly couldn’t give a fuck about the messed-up coffee orders, missed emails or the wrong files at a meeting with a high-profile client. It’s the dark circles and bloodshot eyes, the tight shoulders and shrunken posture, the torn skin around his nails.

Bracelets inspired by Max Verstappen by @speedyseastars

Friendship bracelets inspired by Max Verstappen

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Ok so I’m gonna go easy on TWATYTK and the BuddieShannon fic since we just got updates ⚡️⚡️⚡️🔼🔼🔼

But!!!! OMG can’t wait for the continuation of the Buddie scene in zombie fic so 😅!! 🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟

AND CRANBERRY MY BELOVED 🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮

Girl dad Buck is starting to grow on me 🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞

Aaaaand some horny Eddie as a ✨treat✨ 💪💪💪💪💪 😉

Thank you! (epicbuddieficrecs)

BEE! How did I forget this blog was you.

Ah hell yeah I love this.

9 for ⚡️:

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Regardless, once they all get the email detailing the new coverage - in the middle of a shift in February - it’s sort of hard not to think about it in regards to them.

“This is ridiculous,” Hen grumbles, sipping her coffee and reading the email. “Why couldn’t this have happened while we were paying for IVF?”

“I thought Karen’s benefits paid for most of that?” Chim asks.

“Well, they did. But still. It’s the principle.”

Fair enough.

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“I think that’s reason enough to do it,” Shannon says, before thinking better of it.

“What?” Eddie asks, an amused tint to his voice. 

“Come on. We both agreed we’d never be hard on him the way they were hard on you,” Shannon says.

“Oh, I know.” 

“So if Ramon is anti-therapy, I say we send Chris,” Shannon says. “At least then he’ll never feel like we weren’t willing.”

“That’s a very good point.”

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“She’s alive,” Buck reminds him. “She’s alive and she’s here. You can take her to see Chris again. Isn’t that exactly what you wanted?”

Well, yes. That is true. 

“This isn’t how I wanted her to find out about me,” Eddie admits quietly. 

Buck gives him a sympathetic look. 

“I’m sorry. Kind of ripped the bandaid though, huh?”

“No kidding,” Eddie grumbles. He sighs. “You know the other one?” 

“My ex,” Buck says. “And the librarian back in Sunport. Or she was…”

Jesus Chris. What are the chances?

“This is a weird fucking day,” Eddie exhales. 

“Yep. Now come on,” Buck says. “We’ve gotta get dressed. I fully believe that woman will come back to shoot us."

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It’s somehow just as awkward when Eddie and Buck leave the bedroom, clothed. He’s never done a walk of shame, per se, but if he had, he bets it would feel like this. Which is strange. Because he’s not actually ashamed of what they did. Or who he did it with. Being with Buck felt right. Really good and right. 

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"Not the doctors’. Just random, horrible luck.”

Buck nods. Of course it’s not their fault Daniel died. It sounds like they really did try to save him. But parents only have so much power when it comes to forces of nature, like illness. 

“I think it just fucked them up,” Eddie says. “I think it would fuck any parent up, honestly. I mean, think of all Bobby went through.”

Buck feels a twinge of guilt for saying they didn��t care if he died. He can see how that would have been salt in a never-healing wound. 

“But it’s their fault for letting that hurt you, too,” Eddie says. “They let it hurt you and continue to hurt you and that’s the problem here.”

Buck twists a little in bed to look at him. He wants Eddie to continue. Tell Buck how to feel. He trusts him. He’ll feel it. 

“I know I made mistakes after Shannon left and after she died,” Eddie says. “I let my pain dictate the choices I made. I know that.”

“Not for three decades,” Buck points out.

“No,” Eddie concedes. “But the point is, I’m sure I did things that weren’t best for Chris in the moment. But I tried. I tried like hell to do right by him. Even when it made it harder for me.”

“They did the opposite,” Buck follows.

Eddie nods. “I think they used their pain as a reason not to try.”

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“Mhm,” Buck confirms. “But we gotta ask, though. Look, he’s coming down the stairs.”

Bobby walks down towards them. Buck sets Dove back on the ground. 

“That’s my captain, Bobby.” He tells her. “Should we ask?”

Dove wipes her eyes and nods. 

“Okay, let’s do it,” Buck says. He takes her hand and walks her towards Bobby. 

“You must be Dove,” Bobby says to her, warm smile on his face. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” she says, in a very tiny voice. Lacking her newfound confidence.

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“I don’t know what you mean,” he says. Full of faux-innocence. He takes a step towards Eddie. “I’m just trying to make conversation.”

“Not sure I’m in the mood to talk,” Eddie replies. His voice is tighter than expected. 

“Oh?” Buck presses. “And what mood are you in?”

Buck is the most infuriating man alive. Eddie is never going on a date with him. He will date any other guy in Los Angeles. They’d all be better behaved. 

“I…” Eddie rasps. “You’re being very bad right now.”

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Video Killed the Radio Star chp 2

Here it is on ao3 or read it below

Armand slips into the bedroom to find Louis sprawled over the bed.  He’s reading The Ethical Slut  and seems completely absorbed in it.   Armand crosses the space to the bed and climbs up to swing a leg over Louis’ lap.  Louis glances over top of the book.  “Something you want?”

He’s smiling, so Armand thinks he probably has an idea what he wants.

Armand plucks the book from his hand and skims the pages.  “Fighting is the ultimate act of intimacy,” he reads aloud.  Considering the fights he’s had with Daniel, Armand can understand the train of thought.  There’s something violently intimate about a person knowing precisely what to say to destroy you.

“It makes sense in context,” Louis says and rests his hands on Armand’s waist.  Armand carefully marks Louis’ place and sets the book on the nightstand.  He dips down and begins sucking kisses along the edge of Louis’ jaw.  Louis hums contentedly and threads fingers through Armand’s hair.  “What’s got you all worked up?”

Armand nips behind his ear, then soothes over it with his tongue.  “I was watching our old videos to decide which one to send Daniel.”

“You mean our sex tapes.”  Armand had gone through a phase where he liked recording himself.  Louis had obliged him.  They have actual physical tapes from the 70s somewhere, though Armand has digitized his favorites.  

“Mm,” Armand says, and gets distracted for a minute by Louis’ neck.  It’s a nice neck.  He mouths kisses over it and just lets his fangs scrape along the flesh.  “I chose the one we made for Daniel for his birthday one year.  Do you remember?”

He had ate Louis out until he came, then fucked him until he was hard again, then sucked him off.  He’d told Daniel if he could watch the whole thing without touching himself, he’d do the same to him.  

Louis hands slide under his shirt and along his sides and his head tilts back invitingly.  “Why don’t you remind me?”

/

Daniel doesn’t download the attachment in the email.  He doesn’t trust it.  

“...you can stay here indefinitely until you finish the story.”

He glances over at Lestat who’s sitting across from him.  He’s immaculately dressed and in person Daniel can admit he has a sort of magnetism that could draw someone in.  He still doesn’t like him much though.  “Yeah, no.”

He’s not staying in the same house as Armand any longer than he has to.  

“Louis likes having you here,” Lestat says.  Daniel can’t tell what he’s thinking.  

“He needs enrichment in his enclosure,” Daniel says dryly.  The penthouse here feels a lot like Night Island.  A gilded cage.  It has everything Louis could want, everything he could need.  Why would he ever have to leave?  Armand’s there to take care of everything.  

It feels sickeningly familiar.  

These vampires keep mistaking codependency for love.  Well, Daniel wants no part in it.  

“He needs an interior designer,” Lestat says, then turns a blinding smile towards Daniel.  “Surely this is not how the imp decorated with you?”

It isn’t exactly a smooth segue into prodding into his relationship with Armand.  

“He had a new style for every apartment,” Daniel says, waving a hand around.  “Minimalism is probably his latest thing.” 

Lestat casts his eyes around the living room with distaste.  “You can help him redecorate when I take Louis from this place.”

There it is.

“You think my being with Armand would leave Louis open for you,” Daniel says.  “You should ask Louis about us.  I won’t be the reason he leaves.”

Lestat pulls a face.  “Yes, yes, you were their pet.”

“I wasn’t anyone’s pet!”

Lestat slides to the edge of the seat and meets Daniel’s glare with twinkling eyes.  His hand comes up to rest his fingers on the outside of Daniel’s knee, stroking ever so gently.  “But what a fine pet you’d make, Daniel.  Louis wants to keep you, you know.”

Daniel’s about to say something scathing when Lestat’s voice enters his mind “Would you like to make Armand very angry?”

“Almost always.”

“Then play along, pet.”

Then a cool hand is cupping his face and tilting his head just so and Lestat is kissing him.

[the-firebird69]

There are a couple things happening the first thing is they're getting ready to try another folly and they suspect where our areas are yeah and we know where they're aiming at in the second part we can hear them saying rude things hear about us and are moving in more we aren't gonna take them apart for man was sick of hearing it but we see what it means there are some other things that are coming to mind these people are poor they're losers they're antiquated they're slow they can't do anything against the pseudo empire for the most part and the empire can tear them to shreds so we're gonna come in and we're gonna do stuff and we'll stick this crap.

- There's another thing too we don't wanna talk to you morons anymore you're stupid you don't know the math and that's what it is do you think it's something else talk to your friend because we're just gonna end up killing your **** for your **** conversation and we made it take a hint we do not like you and it's going on now a lot of your realizing that you're these gross people and we don't want to deal with you at all. And we see what you're doing and think that you're as stupid as you look so we're going after you for everything that you've been doing and it's not really praised paul dodos

- Other things this town is sitting here language yes the pseudo empire has pushed the third ring and they're clearing devices and booby traps on their way in and they dispose of most of them in the field occasionally you'll see when flying towards the Morlock and they say it's not junk and it's too late john Remallard and company have called 3 million more no about 20 million right now they're down to about 35% of their leaders so you can see what they're up to and there very evil and very stupid and delusional and soon very dead.

- Along with a massive reduction of forces in the rings then yeah they're trying to break in all over there's a Problem with them and it's here they see things and they think they're that they own them or should and they just go up and try and take them and it's these morons in the neighborhood and they're getting beat up pretty good not that we should care but they're doing it to people who help our son even though they themselves do it's been going on for days if not weeks then BJ said we should do more of that and he heard his nephew saying You should do a ton of that get rid of yourselves so they tried stepping it up then the police were called a lot and went after them many times and brought them in a lot and yeah they're fighting each other and causing it they start to try and step it up and it starts saying we're just getting arrested and they kept doing it and a few people said we actually had enough for you and then it started to knife and then it started to knife them and started to attack them then they've been shooting them in town so they can't hide here either they're pulling them out of these apartments sometimes the ones that are where our son is a year and a half ago they pulled them out of next door now sun says oh this is the guy who is Daniel from the low desert and who's the guy with the pool in the huge black widow spiders so they recognized him no he said he could go swim in the pool and he planned on saying he didn't give him permission it didn't work so he had him send an email and the moron is still doing it trying to kidnap him so we're gonna publish

Thor Freya

You truly are a huge huge loser trump you have no idea what this is gonna do to you . He was angry already in sending some but they are careful and you started doing this ridiculous **** and the whole time it was you 'cause you couldn't kidnap him and people don't want you to it's not the program and they keep telling you not to so I think that you have some reason to do it and so do we you grab Dave and you know about the huge stone chip in Antarctica and that's your plan.

Hera

ahhhahaah Nobody would know if it weren't for you trump and people don't want people to know now you're a dead man. But you probably won't know it.

Zues

I know what this guy's dead I can'tI know what this guy's dead I can't **** believe it it's that stupid low desert incident and he kept harping on it and harping on it then said and he got put in jail it was why am I in jail and he heard 'cause you're a criminal he started blabbing and telling people it is doing and they said well it looks like we were right. They grabbed JC and Mary and he knows big secret and they started questioning him and they couldn't get it out of him. Now I know what it is and I'm going after you'cause you're an idiot.

He says that the vertical humongous tubes were the biggest and that we have been talking about plantons and kit cars and that the spheres were in the Earth that's how they were hiding and have the program and these are means for them to escape and have giant computers and tons of robots and you don't know what they are they people say Well nobody knows if that's true and he says that he was piercing together giant pieces of the ship in their carvings from other ships and they're somehow melted and we need that technology they're melded.

tommy f and melded in only a few year

Oympus permission to print granted

[chorusfm]

Chase Tremaine – Accidental Days (Deluxe Edition) Track-by-Track

This past week, I was able to chat with Chase Tremaine to discuss his deluxe reissue of Accidental Days. The deluxe edition of the album has been re-released today on Bandcamp, and it features ten new bonus tracks, plus commentary on the ten main album songs. I continue to be impressed by Chase’s extensive work ethic, and I hope this track-by-track sheds some light on his creative process. Let’s get started. The first track that you have on the deluxe edition is called “After Love,” and it features Benjamin Daniel. It has some cool electronics and keyboard elements on it, too. Can you explain what went into that one? Yeah, so I’m sure he’ll be fine with me outing him, but Benjamin Daniel is a Chorus.fm user named Lucas27. We met on Chorus back in 2016 in the forums, hit it off, and started messaging and emailing each other. And we would send each other song demos. So our friendship from the very get-go has been established on us encouraging each other and helping each other with our songwriting and the music that we’re making. He and I are both kind of on the same track together in a cool way. We both debuted in 2020, and at this point, we’ve each released three studio albums. So “After Love” comes from our first attempt to co-write together. It was a Zoom session back in, I think 2020. We were working on lyrics together, and I had my acoustic guitar out. We basically just came up with things until he liked it, and I let him guide what I was writing until we were on to something that we both thought was really cool. By the end of the session we had a working acoustic demo of this song that we loved a lot. I wanted to spotlight this one more than the other nine bonus tracks because this is a special song. It’s the big single for the deluxe edition re-release of Accidental Days, and it’s something that we’ve been excited for people to hear for a long time. And it just evolved from that original acoustic demo. What was originally just an acoustic guitar part, I turned into a synth part that goes throughout the entire song. I challenged myself to get a little unconventional, thinking out of the box with the drum parts that I wrote for it. And I got to have a lot of fun writing the bass for the song, pushing myself as a bassist. And then I got to bring Ben into the studio here in Nashville, the place where I recorded Development and Compromise and also where I recorded these bonus tracks for Accidental Days, called The Hilson Studio. Ben came in and recorded his vocals for the pre-chorus and the bridge, and then I had him and my wife Paige sing the gang vocals for the third chorus. The song just kept expanding and getting bigger, and I’m really pleased with how it turned out. Granted, at this point, I haven’t talked about what the song is actually about. It started with an idea from Ben, of just how easy it is to think of love, or to kind of get warped and twisted in our heads when thinking about love, in terms of merely what we’re getting from others: about what we’re receiving and not about the love that we’re giving. So the song kind of takes a bit of a cynical view from the perspective of someone who is just using others. One of my favorite lyrics in it is “You give me warmth, yet I leave you cold / You kept me young until you got old.” It’s this idea of using people in a way that isn’t actually love and makes no attempts to be reciprocal. I think it ties back to the rest of Accidental Days in a nice way. There’s a running theme throughout a few of the songs of love withheld – of not doing the good that we should do. I think about “Nothing Wrong” from Jimmy Eat World’s Futures; it’s a great encapsulation, in my mind, of the idea that not doing a good thing is its own form of evil. You can say that there are two categories of evil in the world. One is the explicitly evil things that we do. And then the other evil would be the good things that we should have done but didn’t. And that wasn’t even an intentional theme… https://chorus.fm/features/chase-tremaine-accidental-days-deluxe-edition-track-by-track/

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The Chemist chapter 10

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Chapter 10

It took her one second to realize what had happened, and by that time the rabid wolf was bounding into the tent. 

Y’all better hope that the dog doesn’t have rabies; there’s no cure for that. 

Angry does not equal rabid. Kthxbai. 

“Why would I do that?” Daniel asked. 

“What?” Kevin demanded. 

“She’s on our side, Kev.” 

“Whoa there. Are you insane? There are two very different sides here, kid. Your brother is on one, and the sadist who tortured you is on the other. Which side are you on?”

I’m honestly on the side of getting back at the agencies who used a 100% innocent civilian as bait to ensure that both rogue agents died. 

“I can’t believe you aren’t reaching up there to throttle her yourself.” 

“She was only doing what you would have done in her place. Be honest —if you knew some stranger was going to kill millions of people and you needed to find out how to stop him, what would you do?”

I’m all for being the voice of reason in the situation.

But there’s a huge difference between “voice of reason” and “She tortured me? Oh well.” 

I know people like her. They’re sick. They get some twisted high off other people’s pain. They’re like venomous snakes; you can’t turn your back on them.” 

“She isn’t like that.”

And you know this… how, exactly? Based off of the 15 minute conversation you had after she’d drugged you and was already kidnapping you? Based off of the persona she created to lure you into her trap?

Yeah buddy. You know her real well. 

“What’s your experience in surveillance?” Kevin demanded abruptly.

 “Er… I’ve had a lot of practice in the last few years—” 

“Do you have any formal training?” 

“I’m a scientist, not a field agent.”

Yeah, that’s been ABUNDANTLY clear. 

“I don’t owe her anything—except maybe another punch in the face,” Kevin growled.

Again, this guy is looking at a singular tree and 100% missing the forest here. He’s so focused on what Julie did to Daniel that he’s forgetting that Julie didn’t stumble upon Daniel by accident. 

“It’s as good as any other name. I’ll stick with it for now.” She looked at Kevin. “You and the dog are in the back.”

Chapter 10 summary: As the dog comes running out from the room, Julie jumps up onto the desk and clings onto the support beams of the torture tent she set up in the barn. (How they support her weight is beyond me, but whatever.) Daniel then proposes a truce, saying that they need each other in order to get everybody out of this situation alive. This goes on for a while before Julie eventually climbs down and gives Daniel the key, so that he can free Kevin from where Julie shackled him to the floor earlier. 

The book used the metaphor of “two scorpions in a jar”, and how one of them would eventually kill the other. Kevin says that the third option is that they walk away, which is what he wants to do. Daniel says that the fourth option is that they team up in order to get to the bottom of this, and stop it once and for all. 

Julie then says that she’s the easier of the two to track down. That her entire agency was such a mystery that it doesn’t even have a name. That not a lot of people know about her. And that if she were to take out those who DID know about her, then she’d be in the clear. She proposes that she send an email to Carston, and see where/who he scrambles off to. With the Beach brother’s help, she can send this email from a distance. Kevin points out that she doesn’t have formal surveillance training, so he’ll go to DC. In the meantime, Daniel and Julie are going to be holed up somewhere. 

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[jaybirdiewrites]

Daniel James Fenton was sixteen when he made the decision to leave Amity forever, and, after blowing up every GIW base in existence, and shutting down the portal, there was no more need for him there anyways. He could continue school online. The moon had a wifi signal, right?

And, when, one year later, he got an early acceptance email from one Metropolis University, including a full-ride scholarship, accommodations, and the resources needed, he honestly just thought it was because of his good grades. Doing school in space would do that for you. 

And then, at the age of twenty-five, he graduated from Metropolis University with dual PhDs in Engineering and chemistry. Danny was incredibly surprised to find a job offer almost immediately at Gotham Academy.

He should have known his good fortune wouldn’t last. It never did.

As a result, his students were all tied up in a row, a gun to one of their heads as the worst circus attempt he had ever seen “interrogated” him. Honestly, Wes had done a better job threatening him. At least he had the evidence to back it up. 

You know what? Fuck this clown dude, whatever his name was. Fuck clowns in general. This guy absolutely radiated death, so killing him would probably make him Danny’s full time problem. 

Doing anything but killing him, however, would be perfectly fine.

That marked the first, and only, Gotham Rouge who attacked Gotham Academy. 

That was also the students first ever hands-on lesson on bomb disabling, combat-through-nervous-system, and how to hold off on the effects of Joker Gas in lower quantities, and that year, any student in Dr. Fenton’s Chemistry Class knew how to isolate chemicals, and create anti-venoms in the form of candies for every. Single. Rouge.

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne also gained gray hairs, and one-hundred-and-eighty-seven different contingency plans for a Gotham Rouge that could probably destroy the universe if he wanted to. 

And to think he was better at engineering?

The following year, there was a new gym teacher by the name of Dash Baxter.

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You’re welcome to ignore this if you’ve never interacted with my account but;

Look. I know you guys want updates. I want to give you updates. But I am also a high school student working through some shit, and I have 4 CPTs and 6 exams. Please give me time.

Getting comments telling me to update, or anons with rude messages essentially telling me to fuck off does not help me get shit done. Quite the opposite.

I have anxiety and ADHD. Horrible combo I know, but that means that after i see that comment or anon or message or whatever, working on that fic can end up triggering me to the point of me now having regular overloads because of the stress of it all.

I am taking a break until February on Wattpad and Ao3. I am active on here still because i write shit during my free time for fun. That does not make you entitled to anything i write. Not updates, not how long it is, not who or what is in it. so please stop. You will be blocked. If the comment is bad enough I will (and have) blocked mutuals of yours. I will google your tumblr and try and trace that back to other socials. I will block you there too, and report you everywhere i can find you.

Don’t ruin something I love by sending me a step down from death threats when I don’t update for a month. I gave you a reasonable explanation and a Wattpad update on fucking CHRISTMAS.

Short DPXDC Prompts #468

Danny is a Chemistry teacher at Gotham Academy. His favorite student is Tim. He shocks the students by teaching and creating a Fear Antitoxin for the kids to learn as part of their curriculum.

[laylainalaska]

I was tagged by @redvanillabee​ to show my notes for WIPs. (Original post here.)

The thing is, though, I don’t usually have much - it’s typically either a brainstorming back-and-forth in email or chat that I really can’t share without the other person’s permission, or a couple lines at the top of the document indicating what happens ... or nothing at all. 

You know what I do have, though, is all the notes for Black Water Rising. I was just poking through my older stories to see if I could find anything with coherent notes at all, and ran across the detailed notes at the top of that file. I recall that I was writing this on the fly as I wrote the rest of the fic. See annotations.

This is the starting synopsis:

Peggy, Sousa & Thompson are trapped in an underground bad guy lair during a storm. The place seals off and starts to flood. Thompson is trapped in a lower part of the complex (they find some kind of metal-barred grille, so they can communicate, but they can't really help as the water fills it up). They have to try to free him as well as themselves.

[So this part was what I started out with - just a basic synopsis of what the fic was about. I think I wrote about a third of the fic before I started to get snarled up and realized that I needed to stop and list out different stuff that could happen to them and figure out what order it needed to happen in.]

On revisions, I need more of Jack mansplaining to the ones up above.

[This note cracks me up.]

Middle part:

Jack loses his radio while climbing up to get a piece of angle iron from the wall, so they can't communicate with him anymore.

Peggy sees the waterfall - it's at some kind of large bricked-in shaft w/grille near top

Peggy notices that the concrete is extra crumbly at the hangar

Peggy finds a paint pail and pry bar

Peggy & Daniel try using the pail/bar combo to pry up the grate; it fails

Peggy and/or Daniel turn the paint can lid into a tool for digging concrete out of the shaft

Battery runs down on Daniel's flashlight

Jack shows up (swimming), startling them; he actually managed to climb up & retrieve a length of angle iron. He passes it up through the grate to them. They try to pry up the grate w/that & fail.

[So IIRC, I had these initially listed in random order as they occurred to me, then shuffled them around until I had them in an order that made the most sense for building tension.]

[Then the ending leaped into my brain fully formed and I wrote a pretty detailed synopsis of it before it got away.]

How the end goes:

The water is nearly up to the top of the grates and Peggy & Sousa are trying to break the grate free w/out luck. (At some point they have the idea of using Jack's belt to tie him to the grate, so he doesn't have to constantly tread water, especially since he's having to float on his back to breathe. This might not happen 'til he's in the hangar bay, though.) Then Peggy remembers the crumbly concrete at the hangar bay. She tells Jack she has an idea, but he's not going to like it: she thinks they can get the grates off the vents in the hangar bay much more easily, but he's going to have to swim there. She sends off Sousa to start working on it. This is when she & Jack have some kind of pep talk & he tells her, the don't-leave-me thing and he's worried that he wouldn't stay himself, that he'd never be the bottom guy on the ladder. (Sousa doesn't hear this conversation.)

Anyway, she gets him to swim off & then takes off herself. Maybe they use radios to stay in touch through this but Jack's dies because of the dunking. However, he does make it to the hangar bay. She & Sousa struggle w/the grates. Jack thinks he ought to do the heroic thing, let go and drown so they can go spend their energy on getting themselves out. Peggy yells at him that they aren't giving up on him, so "don't you dare give up". And then they get the grate off and pull him through. He clings to them: "You didn't leave." Then they all go to the room where they're chipping out cement. Jack takes a shift on this. When they get the shaft cleared, Peggy & Jack agree Daniel should go first because climbing the ladder is going to be hard for him. (The water is currently lapping around their knees.) Then Peggy & Jack fight over whether she should go next. She thinks he's condescending to her -- and in fairness, he sorta is -- so one of them suggests drawing straws. They use pencils from her handbag. She gets the short one, but she glimpses that the other one is snapped off to the same length and realizes he cheated. Then he explains, "You saved my life. This is all I can do. Let me do this." So she goes up ahead of him. Looking down, she sees the look on his face is ghastly & realizes that this is terribly difficult for him, but it's something he's gotta do. When they get to the top, she tells him, "You did it. You were the bottom guy on the ladder this time."

[This stayed very similar to the outline when I wrote it, although there’s one big thing that’s missing and that’s the entire sequence where everyone almost gets sucked into the undertow in the shaft. That apparently came up spontaneously when I was writing.]

They're all soaked, filthy, and hypothermic, so rather than driving back to NYC, they get a hotel in Albany, where they get two separate rooms (guys & girls). Peggy takes a long shower & she calls Angie to let her know she's okay. Then she goes over to the guys' room. She finds Sousa in, basically, a blanket nest in front of the radiator. He's startled; she tells him not to get up. He says they were going to order room service "but Thompson's still in the shower" and put it on SSR accounts. So they do. And then they pull all the blankets off the bed and make an enormous nest in front of the radiator and go to sleep.

[And this was also pretty much identical in the final version.]

Not sure if this is interesting to anyone else, but that’s what the notes looked like for that fic, anyway!

[ziltoidcoffee]

Hahaha idk why picturing Terry writing out an email to Daniel is so cute. Can u write what would happen if Terry was in the middle of drafting an email or text and accidentally hit send 🤣🤣💙

(it is soooo cute. 💜 Maybe part of him means it. Therapy can work! But who knows if he did in CK. Ha Ha. It was so suspicious! Here's what I think that would like! This could take place maybe 10 years before CK or something.)

“Dear Daniel,

I hope you are doing well. I drove past your new dealership the other day, and I am happy to see you have become very successful.

But I understand if you do not even open this email upon seeing my name as the sender. I would react the same way if I was you.

Albeit many years late, I've realized the consequences of my actions and have concluded my past behavior was inexcusable.

if I could go back and undo everything, I would. I am truly sorry for how I treated you, and I promise you that I am not that man anymore.

When I look back at those years, I do not do so with fondness. In fact, the only time I was truly happy back then was in those brief innocent moments with you.

I still remember the smile on your face as I showed you how to sweep your leg and the cheer in your voice when I let you borrow my karate book. I understand if you do not believe I am sincere. I took your friendship and care for granted, and it is one of the biggest mistakes in my life.

In the future, I hope to make better choices. If you could ever find it in your heart to forgive me, I would love to meet up with you again some time to prove my sincerity.

Again, I am sorry.

Sincerely yours,

Terry Silver”

After reading over his letter, Terry sighs and presses "delete." Or rather, he meant to because his finger hits "enter" instead. His eyes blow open wide, and he watche the window close, sending the letter to Daniel.

He tries to undo rhe action, but Google tells him there's no way. Terry closes his laptop and leaves his home office in a huff. He'll just have to change his email and never open that one again.

...

Daniel reads the email over and over in his office at the dealership. He never thought this day would come. Part of him always hoped Terry would reach out and apologize, but he never thought the psycho was capable.

"Daniel, there's a customer herre to see you!" calls Amanda from down the hall.

"Coming," he shouts back and deletes the email.

Terry's apology came too late. If only he reached out a few years ago. But he didn't.

[queridopascal]

I have been thinking about my favorIte cowboy, Jack "Whiskey" Daniels....ALOT! My job in healthcare requires me to work alot shift-work (especially through the pandemic) ..and then a thought came to me... how do you think Jack would handle conflicting schedules between his busy work schedule and mine?? Surprise visits at work? love notes? Sexting? Emails? Or do I get to come home from work to find a sexy cowboy in my bed? All of the above? Figured bit would make a beautiful story with a happy ending

Hey there sweetie ❤️ I was in the mood for some hot stuff with our favorite cowboy, so here you go and I hope you like it 😘

Better idea (Agent Whiskey x F!Reader)

Warning: 18+, SMUT, explicit content, phone sex, sexting, male masturbation, unprotected sex (p in v), fluff

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Halfway through your shift, you decide to take a quick break and head over to the locker room to freshen up a bit. As you enter it, your phone buzzes to life with a text notification from Jack.

"Miss you." the text reads, and you pout a little, picturing him while he tries to keep up during one of Statesman's infamous long meetings.

"Miss you, too. Call me in 5?" you text back with a smile on your face.

"Sure. Love you."

And exactly five minutes later, you and Jack are talking over the phone, recounting your day and how you both wish you could be together more often. With your work as a nurse and his unusual one, your schedules have always been difficult to match: you both spend a lot of time apart, but you make sure to text or call throughout the day, just to hear each other's voice.

"I'll be home at 8 tonight, baby." he whispers through the phone.

"Wait for me so we can take a bath together?" you propose, biting your lower lip.

"Sounds like a plan." he says "I'm gonna take real good care of you, baby." he adds in a deep, husky voice.

"Jack, my love," you swallow, your body temperature already rising at the thought of finally being together "don't get me all hot and bothered, I've got work to do and I need to focus." you chuckle.

"Alright, I'm sorry. But I can't stop thinking about you… you have any idea of the things you do to me?"

"Good things, I hope."

"Yeah, very good things," he breathes into the phone and you hear the unmistakable sound of his belt buckle "wanna see?"

"Jack are… are you touching yourself?" you ask, shifting slightly against your locker.

"Y-yeah," he groans into the phone, the low sound of his voice going straight to your core "fuck-" he cuts himself off, but you can still hear his ragged breaths and the slick sounds of his hand pumping and stroking his cock.

"Jack?"

"Oh baby," he pants "wish you could see what you made me do…"

"Send me a picture." you smirk and bite the inside of your cheek.

Nearly ten seconds later, a beep signals that you have a new notification. You remove the phone from your ear and your jaw drops once you open the messaging app, only to find a picture of Jack's hand holding his still semi-hard cock, suit pants covered by threads of cum as a background.

You stare at the picture for a long moment, licking your lips in anticipation and wishing you could be there to lick him clean from all the mess he made on his tailored trousers.

***

It's 8.30pm when you get home after a long day at work, made a lot less stressful by your little session with Jack.

You walk up the stairs and pause when you see him in just his boxers leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom, arms folded and a mischievous grin on his face.

Shaking your head, you walk up to him and his hands come to rest on your hips, pulling you flush to his barely clothed body as you run your fingers up and down his arms.

"Ready for our bath?" you ask, fingertips grazing his biceps and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Jack has a better idea." he whispers, tilting his head to the side.

"He does?" you ask playfully "What is it?"

"Well," he kisses your neck "he wants to see how good you can ride him."

"I think… I think we should listen to him." you close your eyes and lose yourself in his kisses, the tickling of his mustache on your skin making you shiver.

Jack pulls away from your neck and hoists you up into his arms, kissing you feverishly as he carries you over to the bed. He sits on the edge, taking you with him so that you're now straddling his thighs and grinding against him, begging for friction as you deepen the kiss.

His hands roam and touch every inch of your body, squeezing and groping possessively, until you break the kiss and push him down on the mattress.

"Is Jack ready?" you ask maliciously and slip one of your hands inside his boxers, pulling out his already hard cock.

He nods and throws his head back with a low curse when you twist your wrist and start to stroke him, pumping slowly and pressing the pad of your thumb to the tip, flushed and leaking. You help him out of his boxers before removing your own panties and bra, throwing them blindly behind you.

Jack looks up at you, completely entranced and already blissed out as you climb on top of him. You line him up at your entrance and sink down on him, slowly, your mouth and his opening silently in unison.

You close your eyes for a moment as you adjust to the feeling of him being inside of you, so thick and hard, and he fights the urge to thrust up into your perfect pussy, so wet and warm.

"Fuck me, pretty girl." he growls, helping you move as you moan and squeeze your eyes shut.

"Fuck, I m-missed you so much." you cry out, placing both hands on his chest for balance.

"Come on my dick, sugar. Do it for Jack." he growls, squeezing your hips and pushing himself deeper inside of you, the tip of his cock brushing against the spot that makes your legs quiver.

"I'm-I'm coming Jack…" you whimper, your pace faltering and, moments after, you clench down on him, soaking his cock with your release.

"Atta girl!" he groans, smacking your ass and thrusting harder as he chases his own ecstasy.

"Fill me up, cowboy." you command breathlessly and his hips still almost immediately, painting your walls with ropes of milky cum, warm and thick, claiming you as his.

Lowering your head, you kiss him tenderly and his arms wrap around your body, pulling you flush to his chest, burning hot and slick with sweat.

You cuddle for a while in complete silence, basking in the post-coital bliss and each other's company.

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[yourheartonfire]

A continuation/conclusion of the hacker protagonist and the villain who tricks them into finding the hero. This turned into a double length snippet, so the Read More is included.

Part one here. Part two here.

In the end, it came down to the basic questions that the protagonist had avoided thinking about from the start: What did they want? And What were they prepared to do to get it?

The protagonist threw their keys in the bowl by the door, sat at their desk and stared at their reflection in their monitors. It had been easier to think of themselves as a victim, as a pawn, as a freelancer dabbling in a bit of wickedness. But now they had a hero's blood on their hands and less than 4 hours until 8:00pm, when the villain would come for them. What do you want? What are you prepared to do to get it?

The protagonist tapped their computer awake. An auto-generated tropical paradise pulled up under their login window, and the protagonist stared at it- white sand, cloudless sky, and clear shallow water.

It was as good an answer as any. The protagonist swallowed, and looked around for their old webcam equipment.

...

223 minutes later, the protagonist was sitting in one of the most exclusive restaurants in town, watching the villain savor a third bacon-wrapped foie gras cube.

"Are you going to eat?" they asked mildly, gesturing to the two remaining cubes on the shared appetizer plate. "I didn't think you'd be the type to sulk."

The protagonist folded their hands and checked their watch. "I'm not hungry," they replied, just as calm.

The villain's brow creased - but their phone dinged and they glanced down. The crease deepened. "I need to take this. If you'll excuse me?" they said, already tapping away.

"Sure," the protagonist said, mouth dry. There was a moment as the villain looked at them. "Oh." The protagonist rose and went in search of the restroom. They shut themselves in and waited, heart pounding.

The protagonist intended to wait five minutes, but after about three there was a tremendous crash as the villain's enormous driver/bodyguard/henchman barged in and grabbed them. He marched the protagonist through the suddenly empty dining room back to where the villain waited, face thunderous. They held up their phone and pressed play.

The protagonist's face - scared but brave - filled the screen. "...forced me into helping them. But I cant stand by and let [Hero] die. I'm setting this message to send in four hours, so if you're seeing this, I'm..." The villain cut off the video with a jab of their thumb.

"You got that fast," the protagonist said, trying to twist their arms out of the henchman's grip. He held on tighter. "I thought I'd have to not eat the main course too before it leaked from the heroes' group chat to you."

"Why?" the villain breathed out.

The protagonist gulped, but lifted their chin. "I'm not the type to sulk. Did you watch the whole thing?" they went on quickly, seeing the villain's face go red. "I also identified your home address and your main hideout. Once the others rescue [Hero], that's probably where they're headed. You can beat them there, to all your stuff, if you hurry."

The villain bared their teeth, but whirled to the henchman. "Hold them at the pier location," they snarled, jabbing a thumb at the protagonist. "We have a date to continue. Later." The villain stormed away towards the kitchen exit, tugging their jacket off. The henchman dragged the protagonist out the front.

...

The protagonist got lucky. The henchman took their phone but didn't bother to gag them or even tie their hands before showing them into the car. The advantage of looking harmless. Though that would make the next part harder.

"That was crazy stupid," the henchman muttered, shaking his head as he pulled them away. "You know what [Villain's] going to do to you?"

"Nothing," said the protagonist, leaning back in the seat with a smile they prayed looked confident. "[Villain's] not going to win this one. You're about to be unemployed."

The henchman shook his head. His phone chimed- he glanced down but tucked it away. "He always wins."

"I texted the video at 8:05," the protagonist said, glancing down at their nails. "I emailed it almost 90 minutes ago. Every hero in town is already waiting for [Villain]- and if that doesn't do it, the unscheduled software update that's been draining his suit's battery should finish him off." The henchman's phone chimed again. The protagonist took a breath and put as much chill into their voice as they could. "You should answer your daughter's texts. Daniel."

There was a beat. Then henchman yanked the wheel right. They pulled over in a squeal of brakes, and he spun to face the protagonist. There it was. Anger - and fear. "Family is off limits," he snarled, failing to hide the terror in his eyes. "If you've hurt her-"

"Quite the opposite." The protagonist waved a hand airily, trying not to imagine the henchman crushing their skull in one massive hand. "Your daughter has just been accepted into her second choice college on full scholarship. Sorry, couldn't hack her first choice in time. Loved her essay, by the way. Go on, check."

The henchman stared, but started texting away. The protagonist waited for the slow dawning of amazement on his face before clearing their throat. "Check your bank account too. You've been paid the next 12 months' salary - better than [Villain] can do as his accounts will be frozen momentarily." The protagonist sneered. It looked good in the rearview mirror. "Except the ones I've moved to my name, of course."

The henchman swallowed, looked back at the protagonist. "What do you want?" he whispered.

The protagonist could barely keep from clapping with glee. "[Hero] will swear he saw [Villain] drag me off to my death earlier today. Back him up. Swear that you didn't recognize [Villain's] dinner date tonight - that it was someone they picked up in a bar. My name stays out of it, and I think you'll find your daughter's grad school surprisingly affordable in a few years."

The henchman flicked open a banking app on his phone. Glanced at the number. Closed the phone. Stared at his hands on the steering wheel.

"Where do I drop you off?" he asked meekly.

...

Not long after, the protagonist leaned their head against cool glass and gazed out at the starry night sky through the window of the villain's private plane. The protagonist's private plane for now - just long enough to quietly, anonymously exit the country.

Villain's arrest - and the revelation of their identity - was all over the news and the protagonist was more and more sure they had done it. They had gotten away. They'd taken only a fraction of the villain's ill-gotten wealth but it was enough of a nest egg to live off for the rest of their life, if they budgeted, made investments, all that.

But the protagonist's thoughts kept drifting to all the projects the villain had left unfinished. They'd had some real good plans going, some with people who didn't realize who they were working with. People who might not notice if someone else starting the answering the emails,, calling the shots. It didn't seem too hard; mostly it just needed someone with a bit of start-up cash and a way with thorny problems.

The protagonist sipped their champagne and frowned thoughtfully as the little plane sailed on, carrying them off towards that sunny beach with warm, calm water.

[the-firebird69]

My son says it too you don't really have time to take other stuff if you do we're going to wipe you out cuz it's so few of you here

Now we're going to put it in writing and send it to you mac is too. And we have foreigners doing it too so you might come up with one document and tell you to f*** off cuz you should and we can hear you spew your stupid plan Tommy Allen cuz you're a little child in a man's body kind of a man's body. You dont behave properly and you're going to find out the hard way.

We have a lot of work to do this morning but we should get this done and help us come up to it with an agreement with these idiots please step out of line.

That's right the squeaky wheel gets creased and you idiots won't stop squeaking bothering us and harasses you're going to regret it and we have to make sure so I didn't take a moment away from Tommy f probably but nobody wants to go to the islands right away.

Is a massive massive evacuation underway huge ships are built last night and many more will be built today and we think that they go and they look at the ships and they're all in one spot and they are amazed and they have to roll them down sometimes and have this big rollers just solid rubber and they roll them like half a mile that's the greatest for the boat but it won't do anything to it I hope somebody moving these boats down and sometimes a creek and the crack and stuff and check them all out mostly it's in shape if not they fix up but what we really see is they're forced out and that's what we're doing literally they can't afford themselves out since the kids out in mind when I approaching them

Getting a formal document together you have one already it says similar stuff if this one says much strict or stuff and we had it from last time so good get together real quick in a meeting and four months this document formalize it and you might be sensitive in New York City going to hand it to the idiots. You can call whatever you want Trump or get the f*** out you've been asking for it there's your simple code and yeah you're a f****** moron retard give they don't think of it that way but we do we don't care for what they do could try to use your dumbass and whereas we know wherever you go you're f****** it up I'm going to want to be on that side that has to deal with you as a partner you're going to leave in an orderly fashion that's what the document says if not it says what they do to you our troops in them even like 45 minutes to get to the meeting if you miss the meeting we're just going to email a copy to you cuz your piece of s*** and believe me we're going to wipe an area if you out if you don't adhere to it and you're too small you can't stop us you probably won't even be able to leave your houses

Thor Freya

Mac daddy

Mike tew

Daniel

Big joe

Preston and yes I'm stuck in the hospital these weird losers have here they're really making it better for themselves they can't figure it out and just threatened until you're gone or they get something that's what he's suffering from and tons of us are here in Florida we need reinforcements from the max badly and he's trying to build housing this is nowhere to live because this place stinks

Camilla I got to reinforce this document and had American language other countries can do what they want to but I think it's a good idea

We got together and we agree on it and everybody has to look at their writer and see if it's acceptable

Biden

We're going to go up there and clear the area of idiots anything long range meter range or short range too and they're accident ships I don't want to see where their ships near us ever it's starting forcing the law so we have died they had like 40 million octane and are down to 10, my grand nephew says they should be hunted till the announcer evacuation then given a window and I'm going to do that now everybody's getting them now we're going after you idiots you don't want to negotiate or have a piece of paper then you won't have one

We enact this now what he just said this rule

Thor Freya

Zues

I've got all answers for these people but we don't have to answer you anymore

Hera

You should have studied when you have the chance not a chance is gone

Olympus

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Unfaithful | Part Two

Series Summary: After dreaming of your perfect wedding since you were a little girl the big day is almost here. But after meeting the priest you start to question your relationship.

Pairing: Hot Priest x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3243

Warnings: abusive behaviour, mentions of ‘bedroom activity’ 🙈

A/N: Please be warned there will be some themes of toxic/abusive relationship in this series. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Part One | Masterlist

- - - - -

I knew weddings took a lot of planning, but I never realised they took this much. Every single tiny detail requires a decision and more often than not that decision falls on the bride’s shoulders. 

Purple or yellow flowers?

Napkins folded as swans or roses?

Which table can we sit Uncle David at where he won’t start a fight?

I try to get Dan involved in the decision making but his response is always the same.

“It’s up to you babe”

Speaking of Daniel, I still haven’t told him we have to meet with the Priest again today. I tried a few times to bring it up but his mood changes instantly. I’ve still got a slight bruise on my wrist from the aftermath of the first meeting, but I keep it covered. I know he didn’t mean to hurt me. 

I pull the sleeve of my jumper down over my wrist as I approach Daniel in the kitchen. 

“You look nice, where you going today?” He asks as he makes himself a cup of tea. 

“Actually…” I take a breath “we’ve got our second meeting with the Priest today”

“What do you mean? We’ve already met him once why do we need to go again?” He doesn’t look as me as he swirls the teabag around in his mug with a spoon.

“It’s just church policy, he has to meet with us a few times before the wedding”

“Well I’m not going” 

“Dan-“

“I SAID NO!” He erupts, swiping his mug off the counter so it smashes and tea spills everywhere. He storms out of the kitchen, leaving me stood in the mess he’s made. I stare at it bewildered for a moment as it sinks in what he’s done and I feel my blood start to boil.

“Daniel!” I shout as I follow after him. I find him in the hallway taking his coat off the hook as he heads for the front door “where are you going?”

“Pub”

“Dan, the priest is expecting us in half an hour! Both of us!”

“Then I guess he’s doing to be disappointed. Or not. You two got along just fine the other day, it was almost as if I wasn’t even there”

“We both tried to include you in the conversation multiple times but you just… weren’t present”

“Well then today won’t be any different will it” 

He walks out and slams the door behind him. 

I stand alone in the hallway for a few minutes taking deep breaths to calm myself before taking out my phone and sending an email. 

‘I’m really sorry father but I’m not feeling well so I need to reschedule today’s meeting. Sorry.’

— — — — 

45 minutes later. 

I clean when I’m stressed. And right now I’m the most stressed I’ve been in my life so I’ve decided to stress clean the whole house. Everything. Apart from the broken mug and spilled tea. Daniel can clean that shit up when he eventually gets back from his sulk. 

I’m in the middle of vacuuming the living room when something catches my attention in the corner of my eye. My heart stops for a moment when I turn and see the Priest waving at me through the window.

I turn off the vacuum and open the front door, placing my hand over my chest. 

“You startled me!” 

“I guess now were even” he laughs awkwardly “I bought you these”

He pulls out a small bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

“Why?” I ask, not meaning to sound as ungrateful as I do, as he hands them to me.

“You said you were ill, I hoped these would cheer you up” 

I don't quite know how to react so I end up just staring at him blankly. The truth is I’m speechless. He watches my face and the smile fades from his own. 

“You don’t like them. Shit! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have even come, I’ve overstepped my boundaries.” He rambles

“No! No! I love them I’m just-” I pause as I look down at the flowers in my hand “I think this is the nicest thing anyones ever done for me. No one ever buys me flowers” 

“Well they should.”

For some reason I suddenly feel like a shy little school girl. I smile at him and he smiles back. 

“Anyway I just wanted to make sure you're okay. Get well soon” he turns and begins walking down the driveway. I think for a moment.

“Father!” I call after him and he spins around to face me “would you like to come in?” 

He nods and walks back to me, going past me into the house. I shut the door and gesture for him to go through into the kitchen, forgetting about Daniel’s mess. 

“Oops” he says when he sees it “what happened there?” 

“Daniel had an accident. He can be really clumsy sometimes” I laugh it off as I busy myself making us some tea.

“Can’t we all” he says, taking a seat at the dining table “will he be joining us?”

“No” I respond, a bit too quickly “he uh, he had to go out. I don't know when he’ll be back” 

I carefully carry our cups of tea over to the dining table and take a seat opposite him.

“Never mind. Thank you” he smiles and takes a sip of tea “I actually wanted to talk to you about something without Daniel, if that’s okay?” 

“Sure” I shrug, stirring some sugar into my tea. 

“I hope you don't take this wrong way but-” he pauses, I can tell he’s nervous to say what he’s going to say next “Are you safe?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s just… I saw what happened in the car park the other day”

“I don't know what you're talking about” I say casually as I remove the spoon from my tea and place it down on the table. The priest reaches over and goes to touch my wrist but I pull it away quickly, instinctively pulling my sleeve down over my hand as his eyes search my own. 

“He hurt you, didn’t he?” He asks quietly and I shake my head “I saw the way you held your wrist as you walked away from him Y/N and I could see the bruises just now.”

I can’t bare the way he’s looking at me anymore so I cast my eyes down to the table, but he continues to stare at me. 

“Y/N? Talk to me, that’s what I’m here for. If he’s abusive to you-”

“He’s not” I finally speak as I look up at him again “he’s not like that, he’s kind and caring and… he would never intentionally hurt me. I just caught him on a bad day”

“And what about today? With the tea?” He gestures to the shattered mug on the floor “That wasn’t an accident was it? Is that why you cancelled today?”

“No! It’s just the stress of planning a wedding is getting to us both. But we’re fine! Honestly” 

I take a breath as I smile at him, but I can see he’s not totally convinced. He looks at me for a moment before speaking. 

“Give me your phone” he holds his hand out across the table 

“What? Why?” 

“I’m giving you my number, no one emails anymore” he jokes “So you can contact me whenever you need a chat, okay? Any time. Well apart from Sunday mornings, cause you know, church.”

“Of course” I smile

“And preferably not late. I’ve been really enjoying going to bed at 9.30 recently” he winks and we both laugh “I’m kidding. Well not about going to bed at 9.30, I do actually do that. But you can call or text me anytime and I will always get back to you. I promise” 

He gives me a really sincere smile and I feel a weird flutter in my stomach as I smile back. 

— — — — 

Almost two hours later the priest is only just getting ready to leave after we got carried away talking. We talked about all sorts. Our childhoods, our hobbies, our fears. He told me about his fear of foxes, and how they’ve apparently stalked him throughout his life. He even told me about his first ever wedding and the drama that surrounded the family. We’ve been talking for so long we didn’t realise its starting to get dark. He opens the front door and steps out just as Daniel comes walking toward the house, I see the anger in his face as he spots the priest. 

“What the fuck is he doing here!” He yells as he stomps towards us

“Daniel!” I warn but he ignores me, squaring up to the priest. I try to get between them and smell the stench of booze on him “are you drunk?!”

“So what if I am? Huh? You got a problem with that?” his breath on my face makes me want to gag “cause you know, I got a problem with this asshole being in my house”

“We just had some wedding stuff to discuss but it’s all sorted now so I’m going” the priest tries to diffuse the situation “I’ll see you both soon” 

“Like fuck you will” Daniel spits before going into the house. 

I mouth “I’m sorry” to the priest and he just shakes his head and smiles at me before leaving. 

Back in the house I ignore Daniel’s drunken ranting, going straight to the kitchen to clear away the left over cups of tea. Aggravated that I’m not paying him attention, Daniel follows me into the kitchen. He picks the flowers up from the counter.

“Did he give you these?” He asks but I ignore him, angering him more. He rips the flowers to shreds, dumping them on the floor. 

I step over them and I place our mugs next to sink, grab a cloth and some cleaner before going back to wipe down the table. Suddenly a mug flies past me, just missing my face as it smashes against the wall. I slowly turn to look at Daniel and stare him out before I dropping the cloth on the table and walking out. I grab my handbag and throw my jacket around my shoulders as I walk out of the house, slamming the door behind me. Daniel doesn’t dare to follow me, he knows he pushed me too far. 

I’ve been walking for about half an hour before I realise, I have no idea where I’m going. I’m just wondering aimlessly, letting my feet carry me wherever they want to go. Eventually I find myself standing outside the church. I place my hand on the wooden doors and pause, contemplating whether to go inside or carry on walking till I find a bar to drink at. To my surprise the doors gently swing open, but theres no one stood behind them. I take this as a sign that I should go in. 

As I enter the silent church and walk down the aisle I can’t help but imagine myself here in a few weeks wearing my white dress. I reach the front and turn back to stare out at the empty pews, picturing my friends and family smiling back at me as I stand with the man I’ll spend the rest of my life with. 

A thought that used to fill me with excitement, currently filling me with dread. 

I grunt with frustration as I flop down to the floor, sitting on the step with my head in my hands. Frustration turns to anger, which turns to sadness and soon I can’t stop the tears rolling down my face. I sit there silently crying until…

“You can’t be in here!” 

I look up and wipe my eyes as a very grumpy looking middle aged lady stomps towards me.

“Sorry”

“No ones allowed in at night”

“The door was open, I just presumed-”

“Well it shouldn’t have been and you need to leave” she ushers me back to the doors.

“Okay, I’m going. Sorry!”

“Y/N?” A familiar voice calls and I look back to see the priest emerging from his office “what are you doing here?”

“She’s just leaving Father, I’m sorry for the disturbance” the woman answers

“It’s alright Pam, she can stay” 

The woman I now know is Pam looks from the priest to me, then back to the priest again before backing off slightly. 

“Okay…” she says slowly, like she suspects something “I’ll just be upstairs if you need me. Goodnight Father” 

“Good night Pam” he replies.

She gives me one last look before disappearing out a door. I look at the priest, who just rolls his eyes and laughs as he gestures for me to follow him. 

I walk into his office and take a seat.

“So, that was Pam” he says, closing the office door and taking a seat opposite me.

“I gathered” I nod my head “She’s a bit…”

“Insane” 

“I was gonna say intense, but yeah” I laugh, feeling self conscious as I notice he’s studying my face. My cheeks are probably still blotchy and eyes blood shot from crying. There’s a small silence before he finally speaks.

“Are you okay?”

I look at him, not sure how to answer. 

“Did he hurt you?” He changes the question

“No” I shake my head “but he did break another mug. I’m gonna have to get insurance out on the ones we’ve got left at this rate” I joke but he continues to study my face, before finally jumping up out his chair.

“Do you want a drink? A proper drink. I’ve got some cans of G&T hidden away in here”

He opens a cupboard and grabs a Marks and Spencers plastic bag, pulling out two cans. 

“Are you sure you're a priest?” I laugh as he hands me a can “I mean you drink, you swear.. what other rules do you break?”

“I could tell you, but I’d have to kill you”

“Murder too?” I say a bit too loud, flinching as I hear a banging above me

“Oh shit, Pam! She doesn’t like me being loud. Or having fun in general. Let’s go outside”

“What about the foxes?” I tease and he shakes his head at me as he opens the door and gestures me to walk out. 

— — — — 

We sit on a bench just outside the church overlooking the graveyard and talk for about half an hour before I realise something. 

“You know what’s strange?” I say, suddenly changing the subject “This is only really our third time meeting. I haven’t known you for very long at all but when we talk I feel like I’ve known you for years!”

“That is strange” he humours me, taking a sip of his drink

“Our conversations remind me of how Daniel and I used to be. Back when we could talk to each other properly. These days I’m lucky if we don't end up in an argument”

“And you wanna marry this guy?” 

“Of course I do” I reply, slightly taken aback by the forwardness of his question “We’ve known each other pretty much our whole lives. We’ve been together so long- I wouldn’t know what to do without him”

“That’s not a reason to stay with someone, especially if they don't make you happy anymore. Being in love with someone and being dependant on them are different things.” He pauses, studying me “Do you love Daniel?”

I stare at him, replaying the question in my mind over and over again. 

“Y/N?” 

I realise I don’t know the answer and a feeling of panic begins to bubble inside me. I jump up from the seat.

“I have to go” 

I quickly begin walking down the path to the front of the church, followed by the Priest who calls after me. I don't stop walking.

“It’s really late, Dan’s probably wondering I am so…” 

“Y/N, wait please!” 

I stop and turn back to look at him.

“I’m sorry if that was too much, but these are things you need to think seriously about.”

“I know! I will.” I nod and flash him a quick smile “thanks for the drink” 

I hold my can up in a ‘cheers’ before turning and continuing my walk back home. 

— — — — 

As I walk up the driveway of my house I can see Daniel through the window fast asleep on the sofa in front of the tv. I finish the last bit of my drink and hide the can in my handbag as I unlock the front door and sneak into the house. I hang my coat and bag up and slip my shoes off before quietly climbing the stairs and getting into bed. 

Laying in bed my mind can’t help but wonder to the Priest. I feel bad for the way the conversation ended. I shouldn’t have freaked out and walked off like that. He just looking out for me.

I grab my phone and send a text. 

‘Thanks for not letting Pam kick me out tonight, I really appreciate it. Good night’

I put my phone back on the beside table, not expecting a reply anytime soon because its so late. To my surprise it vibrates almost immediately. I pick it up and read:

‘No problem, here for you anytime! Sleep well x’

A small smile spreads on my face as my eyes fixate on the small ‘x’ at the end of his text. It probably means nothing but I cant help but feel a flutter in my stomach. 

The feeling a quickly taken over by dread as I hear footsteps up the stairs. I put my phone back on the table and roll over in bed, making out like I’m asleep. The mattress sinks as Daniel climbs into bed next to me and I feel his breath on the side of my face. At least he doesn’t smell of beer anymore. 

“I’m sorry” he whispers as his arm snakes over my waist and he plants a kiss on my cheek “I’m really really sorry”

I turn my head slightly to look up at him, but I don't say anything. 

“I shouldn’t have reacted like that. You know what I’m like when I drink”

“That’s no excuse Daniel” 

“I know, I know! I’m sorry. I’m going to change, try harder for you. Okay?”

I nod my head, knowing full well its bullshit. He’s said this before, said he’ll be different but the next day he’s always back to his same old self. 

“No more shouting. No more lashing out. No more hurting you. I promise.” He plants kisses on my skin with each sentence. “I’m going to be the perfect husband for you and im going to make it up to you. Starting now.”

He kisses down my jaw, to my neck and down my shoulder as he gently pulls me so I’m lying on my back. Then he kisses down my chest and slips under the duvet, kissing all the way down my body till he reaches that place only he has ever been. 

I close my eyes, enjoying the pleasure that’s rippling through me as my breathing gets more ragged before I realise…

In my imagination its not my soon to be husband with his head between my legs…

It’s the dark haired, brown eyed man who’s supposed to be marrying us.

Oh my God, I fancy a priest. 

part three

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