#if i tagged anyone who's already done it first of all: SORRY i can't keep track

[partycatty]

bit of a niche request but older johnny getting you an engraved tag/pendant to show others that you’re his? i just think it would be so cute if he did that 🫣 could be vaguely nsfw if you wanted ok im running away now bye!!!! 🏃‍♂️💨

dark star!older!johnny cage > mine all mine

warnings: ohhhhh evil sick and twisted and fucked up dark star johnny but hes the DILF THIS TIME!!!

notes: someone put me down where i stand im going batshit insane.,. also sorry this is small i only have so many ideas in my chrome dome.,. more fics otw if this gets received well :3

[ masterlist ]

• older johnny is more emotionally mature than our usual dark star younger counterpart, he's just more... possessive.

• he was a fine man before he met you, kind and honest with a pretty smile, toned down after his youth escaped him, but you sparked some kind of life in him that ate away at everything he considered to be good about himself. you needed to be marked up, labeled, tacked to a wall with his name painted across your body or he'd lose it.

• johnny's intentions were pure at first but had gone completely unchecked, letting him spiral into madness at the thought of losing you. he knew he was an attractive star, it was others he was worried about. you were his.

• dog tags with his name, necklaces, anklets, rings, clothes with your anniversary stitched into the sleeve, this man will give you anything that shows off you're together. matching outfits are a must when you're able to dress up, and he will happily throw you every credit card under his name to get your hair and nails done. all you have to do is make a passing comment about being in disrepair and he's already licking his thumb to count the cash in his wallet.

• johnny's a tracker, always worried you'll be lost to him at any given moment. location sharing apps, maybe a tracker or two in your car... not that you knew they were there.

• hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the large crowd that's more focused on him anyway. he becomes animalistic, unironically baring his teeth at those who spare an extra glance at your form in that pretty dress he splurged on for you. his grip on your back turns into fisting the fabric, bunching it up between his fingers as he contains his anger.

• wants you to be no more than his trophy. even if you're functional and capable, johnny insists to be the sole provider of everything. everything. you barely have to lift a finger for the rest of your life. trying to offer otherwise may result in an argument that digs at his ego.

• to everyone else, you're the ideal couple. he's a hard worker, dedicated, strong, loyal, and literally so jaw-droppingly fine. you'd know he has a nasty side, one he fights to keep between the two of you.

• "you don't need me," he hisses through gritted teeth. "you think i'm just some weak man, can't provide for my woman? is that what you think?" his arms are crossed, looming over you with a foul expression. "what part of 'i'll take care of everything' is so hard to understand? it's like you try to test me."

• unlike mk1 dark star johnny, this version is focused solely on your pleasure during sex. for once, he feels irrelevant, drunk on your whimpers and squirms under his big arms. he hones in easily into your cunt, his fingers buried deep inside and pumping to the point of pain. if his arm is cramping, he's not feeling it. he's too occupied trying to make you cum... again... and again...

• you're all he lives for. you're above cassie, above the special forces, leagues above earthrealm as a whole. you're his universe, his oxygen and everything that keeps him alive. if anyone or anything spares a passing thought about harming you, or worse, taking you away from him, johnny would fully consider falling to darker tactics and morals to keep you by his side.

[russellsppttemplates]

It's just the beggining (Oscar Piastri)

Oscar hasn't done or said anything, so you're taking matters into your own hands

Note: english is not my first language. It's my first Oscar piece and I'm nervous posting this, but hopefully you enjoy it! 🫶

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

my masterlist

Cw: mentions reader's grandparents' health issues, mentions the situation with McLaren and Daniel, insomnia

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

"Hey, Y/N!", James called you once he saw you walk by his classroom, "hey", you greeted back, adjusting your books on your arms.

"There is a new kid, I'm sure you know, Oscar Piastri his name is, and apparently he's staying the long weekend too, like you", he trailed off, not knowing if he was stepping further than he should.

"Yes, I am staying, it's okay to talk about it", you gave him tight lipped smile, "well, I was hoping you'd keep him company - he's a bit shy, but he's very fun to be around and the teacher also thought it would be good since you're both staying", he reasoned as you nodded.

You had to stay back because your grandparents didn't live in England, and because of their old age and problems that naturally arose with that, your parents had to fly out and spend sometime with them, meaning you didn't have anyone back home, so you stayed. As for Oscar, you found out that he was staying back because his family was in Melbourne.

"At first, I just had online schooling, but it got trickier to manage and my dad needed to go back to work so I had to stay back", he explained when you asked him why he was there, "and I hope I can focus on racing, but you already know that", he scoffed softly.

"I don't think I do, I'm sorry", you narrowed your eyes, genuinely unaware of what he was talking about.

After he told you all about his career until that moment, as well as his hopes and dreams, he chuckled, "you really didn't know?", he wondered.

"I didn't! The girls said something about you moving here but I didn't listen much, I'm not that into gossip and my memory is like Dory's, I can never keep up with the latest who likes who and who flirted with what's his face", you earnestly replied.

For the first time since he arrived at the school, he felt like he could really trust someone and he could hope for new friendships on this side of the world.

You were there for his final race in F4, clapping at him on the podium, and even F3 and F2 despite your university deadlines, always making sure you could support him in every way you could.

"Hey, Osc", you said over the phone, setting your pen down the desk and swivelling in the chair. You wanted to get as much knowledge and experience as possible, so you applied to do a internship in a physiotherapy clinic near your apartment during the summer.

"Hey, Y/N, how are you doing?", he asked as you could notice the antsyness on his voice.

"I'm good, it's a bit of a slow day here, my supervisor said I could read up on a few articles", you mused, "is everything okay?", you asked.

"I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner tonight", he began, "you can come to my flat if that's okay, I'll order something in since I can't be trusted in the kitchen", he suggested.

"Fine by me, I'd like that, sounds really nice", you smiled, "I'll see you soon, then", you added, not wanting to dwell much on the fact that he didn't answer your question.

When you left the clinic, you walked to Oscar's place since the sun had graced you for the day and it was still nice to be out. Knocking on the door, you waited for him to open it, "I'm still in my scrubs as I didn't see the need to change", you said as you walked inside, hugging Oscar after dropping your backpack on the floor.

"Hey, you look nice, don't worry about it", he smiled as he led you to the living room, "I had to go and get the take out myself, but it's still warm", he said as you sat at the dining table.

"Now can you tell me if there's something wrong?", you wondered as you poured some of the wine he kept for you at his place on your glass.

"I have something to tell you actually", he played with his glass while he fought the smile on his lips, "this weekend I finally had some conversations with McLaren", he began.

"McLaren?", you asked as you served yourself of the food in front of you, taking some bimi brocoli and then some of the warm noodles.

"Yes, McLaren. We finally spoke about contracts and, this morning, I signed the official driver contract for next season", he stated as if he was saying that the sun had been out today.

"You did what? Since when has this been in the works?", you gasped, dropping the kitchen utensils and looking at him intently, "you're driving for McLaren next season?", he nodded, "like, driving on track? Oh my Goodness, Oscar! That's amazing!", you got up and hugged him, "why didn't you lead with that?", you pinched the nape of his neck playfully as you kept the tears from falling from your eyes. This was his dream and he was getting to live it as early as the end of the year when pre season preparations began.

"I didn't want to tell you over the phone", he shrugged his shoulders.

"But how? This is huge, Oscar!", you smiled, your teeth showing and eyes squinting with how high your cheeks rose.

"There were a lot of conversations about it, specially the last few weeks", Oscar explained, "they still want to keep it quiet", he warned.

"So you're driving alongside Lando?", you wondered. You only followed motorsport and the Formula series because of your bestfriend, so the assumption you made was based on what you had seen and read.

"Yes, hence why they want to keep it quiet, I've only told you and my family", he mentioned, "my manager knows that, obviously, but I really need you to keep quiet about it", he smiled.

"Absolutely, don't worry!", you assured, "this is so amazing Oscar! You're going to drive in Formula One! Aren't you amazed?", you beamed.

"I put in the work too, you know?", he dramatically feigned offense as you hugged him tighter, "this is your dream, Osc", you cooed, letting the tears fall freely down your cheeks as you swayed you both around, "I'm so proud of you", you hiccuped, holding his head close to your lips so you could kiss his forehead.

"Let's eat, this is getting cold", your best friend urged as the situation for more intimate and brought you closer and closer to the thing he had been avoiding for nearly a year.

The feelings he had been arbouring for you weren't just friendship. How could he keep himself from being in love with you? You had been there with him and for him when he was alone in a new country, being the other shy kid that spent the long weekend im boarding school, and since then you had been attached by the hip. You were kind, caring, intelligent, beautiful inside and outside and anyone would be a fool to not see why Oscar felt the way he did about you.

.

"I'm just going to a training camp, Y/N, I do these every year!", Oscar reasoned as you groaned.

"Who am I going to complain to about university? Or how noisy my neighbours are? I'm going to die of boredom", you stated, "when you come back, I will have ceased to exist because of boredom and lack of attention", you exaggeratedly threw yourself on your sofa.

"You won't, silly", he chuckled, pulling you up since his trainer was picking him up soon, "you're going to go out and enjoy yourself, okay? You'll barely notice I'm gone", he tried as you helped him with his suitcases down to the door.

"I'll miss you", you muttered as you hugged him, "enjoy your training camp!", you smiled as you pulled away, waving at him before you made your way to your place.

Getting on with the project you had to hand in at the end of the week, you got it all through to the end, leaving time to proofread later.

You clicked on the folder where you kept your photos and videos, looking through them and reliving all of the memories you had in there.

Most of them had Oscar somehow, wether it was a screen grab from one of your FaceTime calls when he was at races, picnics in the park and lazy days at your place.

You had to admit it, for your sake and Oscar's sake as your friendship was on the line. At first you thought it was just the fact that a boy seemed to want to spend time with you, so you put it to that. Recently, however, things changed perspective and you felt stronger feelings and emotions when you thought about him.

You loved spending time with him and cherished every single hour he chose to spend with you whenever he didn't have racing related duties. Every time he hugged you, you clung just a little longer to feel hia body against yours and his arms enveloping you.

Whenever someone approached you in the rare times you went out clubbing with your friends, "I have a boyfriend" became more a wish and a need rather than some made up excuse to get guys to leave you alone.

So, to sum it up, you either had an honest conversation with him or continued to dwell on feelings you couldn't keep to yourself.

.

"Y/N just sent me a picture of her notes, can you believe they ask them to know all of that?", he showed his trainer Kim while they had lunch after a strenuous workout.

"I had to learn most of that, too", he said nonchalantly, not necessarily diminishing your competences and intelligence but letting Oscar know that maybe his infatuation with you had a source elsewhere.

"Y/N is very smart, I'm sure she'll do really well - oh, she sent me a picture, she's all dressed up!", he said as he inspected the mirror picture. He assumed it was a requirement for your presentation, as you usually preferred comfy attire, since you had a pair of trousers and a shirt, some small heels on your feet and your bright smile that left him feeling butterflies in his stomach every single time, "she looks gorgeous", he said as he texted you the same words along with wishes of good luck.

"Something you'd like to say?", Oscar quesioned when he felt Kim's eyes on him as he put the phone back on the table, screen down.

"I'm just here wondering why you're not together", the trainer offered simply after he wiped his mouth on the napkin.

"No, we are not together, at least not yet", he mused. The thought had crossed his mind, admitting how he felt about you before the season began. If everything went belly up and you didn't feel the same and didn't see him that way, he would occupy his time and channel all of his energy into racing; if you did feel the same, he would have been worrying for nothing and would have a extra spring up his step for his first season in Formula One.

"Good to know you're working on it", Kim waved his fork at Oscar, "now we need to finish this and we'll do some recovery stretches", he announced as Oscar groaned, prolonging his meal as long as he could.

.

Today, Oscar was coming back from Lanzarote and you couldn't wait to speak to him. Lately, it all dawned on you.

It happened a couple of nights ago, a slight insomnia episode keeping you up when you thought about what things would be like from now on. Oscar would travel a lot more, and he would be in a much public role compared to his previous one. It would seem stupid to other people, but a lot more people would know him, and you were sure they would fall in love with him. How could they not? Hence why you wanted to quit those thoughts while you were ahead of them.

I'm on the cab to your place, it should take another 10 minutes and Can't wait to see you, Oscar texted you just as you finished tidying your living room.

You missed him dearly, so when you threw yourself into his arms, you didn't let go as he kicked his suitcases into your apartment while still holding close to him, "I kind of need to get my backpack off my back, and I can't do that if I don't set you somewhere - only for a bit at the very least", Oscar suggested after trying to balance you against his body with one arm but he didn't feel safe enough to let you go without you falling.

Reluctantly, you got back down, feet back on the floor as he discarded his backpack before he tapped your hip twice, "up again, I want a proper hug", he mumbled as you jumped back, his hands protectively holding your thighs up as he nuzzled his face on your neck, "I need you so, so much", he sighed.

"I missed you too", you replied back, "and I don't ever want to miss you like this when I don't know how to feel about you", you forwarded. Now or never, you thought as you jumped out of his hold and faced him.

"I missed you like I have never missed you before, not even when you go a visit your family or when you went away for triple headers - and I've been trying to understand why and I finally realised what it was. I like you, more than friends like eachother - for Goodness' sake, I'm in love with you", you chuckled nervously as you admitted it out loud to him, "and everyone else will love you too - I just know it -, so soon enough you won't be my Osc anymore and I couldn't not tell you. People - and these gorgeous girls all over the world - are going to like you so much and I won't be able to compete with them, so I'm just telling you how I feel. You can leave if you want or we'll just stay here in silence of that works too, but I needed to admit my feelings", you let out in one go.

Oscar smiled, a big teeth and gums showing smile as his eyes crinkled at your words, "I'm not leaving, and we are not going to be silent - at least immediately - because I want to tell you how I feel", he began, "I'm in love with you too; I have been for about two years and only realised it a year ago, and I don't want to pretend anymore. I want to be able to kiss you, to hug you, to take you with me wherever possible, to sleep next to you, to argue with you, I want all of it. With you", he said, hand cupping your cheek as his eyes asked for consent to kiss your lips.

It was as you dreamed it would be, soft, gentle and caring, lips moving in sync as you held him by his waist, pulling him closer to you.

"I thought I was loosing you to the whole F1 fandom", you chuckled, looking up at him once you pulled away.

"Of course you won't, you're my best girl", he winked, "this is just the beggining for us", he added as he pulled you to cuddle on the sofa, sharing his stories of the past days as you revelled in the feeling of being in his arms.

[chosowarmer]

Choso x Tailor!Reader [18+]

transgender!man choso [non-op] ; transgender!male reader ; semi-public sex ; nipple play ; eating out ; fingering ; 3.7k wc

After getting lost in the boutique, Choso is a bit relieved when you come and introduce yourself as a guide of sorts for the place. After helping him pick out clothes and complimenting him, he can't help but wonder what the odd feeling in his chest was and why he wanted to meet you again so bad.

A/N: took a break from a nanami fic to write about choso !! i love him so bad

“Agh…. Yuji…”

Choso watched as Yuji waddled off with his friends, leaving his older brother behind. He had never been to this boutique before and it was pretty vast. Every aisle looked the same to him, and it felt impossible to navigate.

Still holding the shopping basket Yuji had handed him, Choso turned his attention back to the line of hung clothes in front of him. Maybe he could try to keep looking himself and by the time he was done, his little brother would be back to help him out. 

With a huff, he sifted through the garments, thinking of which ones may be a good fit for him. Although, most of what he found didn’t appeal to him at all, and the ones that did weren’t even a proper size for him. 

After pulling out another shirt with a weird graphic on it, he clicks his tongue, clearly annoyed. With his little brother still not back yet he takes to wandering the aisles, hoping to find his way out. Every sign seemed to only direct him towards another clothing section for him to explore which was mildly nice to pick out things he liked, he would’ve much preferred to be out of here already. After walking past the shoes department for what felt like the third time in a row and growing more frustrated, he jumped in surprise at hearing a sudden voice behind him. 

“Hi there, sir, is there anything I can help you with today?” 

You had been watching him walking back and forth, muttering something under his breath like he was lost or something. Most other days, you’d leave customers like that alone unless they came to bother you directly, but you were having a good day today and he was pretty cute; might as well get a chance away from folding clothes to talk to an attractive guy. 

He eyed you wearily, holding the clothes in his arms closer to him. You tilted your head, a polite smile still on your face but now slightly confused from this guy’s silence. Maybe you should’ve kept to folding and putting clothes away and let him stay lost. 

You’re ready to excuse yourself when he finally says something.

“Who are you?”

Ah? That’s what had him so quiet? You bite your tongue, still keeping to your polite mannerisms lest your boss reprimand you. You wave a hand in front of your name tag that sat right above the boutique’s logo in plain sight.

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that, sir, I should’ve introduced myself first,” Even if it was obvious you worked there, “I’m Y/n, I'm the tailor's apprentice here. I couldn’t help but notice you walking around, and thought to stop and ask if you needed any assistance.”

He squints at you, the mark across his face slightly creasing. It’d be more endearing if this conversation were going the way you had wanted it to. 

“You were watching me?”

Okay, yeah, now you were really regretting not minding your own business.

“No, no, sir, I’m sorry if it seemed like that! As an employee here, I’m just trained to spot any lost customers and guide them. You are lost, aren’t you?”

Thankfully for you, this seems to alleviate some of the concerns he had about you as he nods, scratching his neck. 

“Oh.. yeah. I think I am, I was trying to find the way out of here, but…” 

He trails off, looking away, but you get what he means. The regular customers know their way around here, but for any newcomers, it’s pretty confusing. You haven’t seen anyone like him before, and it’s not like your co-workers have mentioned a guy like him coming in here. You flash a smile.

“Of course, sir, follow me.”

As he walks alongside you, you remember the clothes he’s holding in his arms. You weren’t sure if he had bought those yet, considering he was still lost all the way here, but it would be pretty ugly to assume he didn’t if he actually did…

“Oh, and did you need a bag for those, by the way, sir?”

You nod towards the garments in his hand, which makes him frown. 

“Ah… mm… No, I should put these back.”

“Oh! Did you change your mind?”

He nods, giving a frustrated huff, “My brother was helping me look for new clothes, ‘n after he left, I tried to pick out new ones too, but I don’t think I like any of them.”

You should just walk him to the exit and send him on his way. Especially after the earlier awkward conversation. But…

You glance back at him; he was still pretty cute, and whatever hostility he had earlier seems to have gone away or at least faded. If you went about it right, maybe you could get his number out of this…

“Oh, well, if you’d like, I’d love to assist you in picking out new clothes, if you’re still interested in shopping here.”

He blinks before thinking it over, muttering to himself, “I do need some new clothes.”

“Hm?”

“Oh, I’d… find that helpful, thank you.”

“Of course.”

.♡. 

“You think it’s nice?”

Having exited from the small dressing room, Choso examined himself in the mirror before turning to you for your opinion, seeing as you were an expert in clothing to him. 

You had already helped him pick out some casual clothing to wear; a few plain shirts that hugged his torso, lightweight bottoms that shaped his legs. He really was a handsome man, you realize while fitting him; if you were a proper tailor, you would’ve loved to have him as a model. 

He was pretty compliant with most of the clothes you chose for him, though for whatever reason, he continually doubted if he looked as good as you told him he did. You click your tongue walking up behind him, as you pat out wrinkles. You had him in a fine two-piece vest suit, similarly colored to the gi he had shown up in earlier. 

“Absolutely,” you hold up an arm of his as you straighten out the fabric, “If you don’t mind me speaking plainly, I think you’re a fine man, I don’t see why you should doubt that, sir.”

“...Oh.. Really?”

You glance at his face in the mirror, noticing the pink tent on his cheeks. You smirk faintly, it was always so cute to watch the guys you dress crumple at your words. Typically, you weren’t that interested in them, but this guy…

“Positively. Your body alone is quite handsome, if I may. Strong shoulders, a muscular build, powerful arms, even your hands, may I?” You had taken the time to lightly hold each part of his figure to emphasize your point and now took his hand in your gloved ones as you carefully knead over the calloused palm. It wasn’t too rough like a laborer’s would be, but they did look as if they had seen their share of rugged work. Maybe he was a sorcerer?

“Though to be perfectly honest, I’m no professional tailor or anything, just an apprentice, so my word may not hold much in terms of proficiency,” you move to adjust his hair, letting it relax as you undo his ponytails, noting how his eyes blink away to avoid yours, “But I do hope you take my words as fact when I say, you are one beautiful man.”

You flash a formal grin at him in the mirror, fixing his collar before taking a step back from him. He let his arms fall back down to his sides, as he fiddles with the cuffs. The blush on his face and ears almost rivaled the eye shadow around his eyes, contrasting the aloof expression he usually sported.

“I see, thanks.”

You smile, patting his shoulder as you gesture for him to change back to his original clothes while you gather the new ones he plans on buying. 

“It was lovely helping you today, sir, why don’t you change then I’ll help you upfront?”

.♡. 

After you sent him off with his purchases, you honestly weren’t expecting to see him again, or at least, not the very next day. 

Although, he wasn’t alone, being accompanied by a younger teen pointing at you.

“That’s who you wanted to see, Choso? That guy hanging clothes?”

“Mm, thank you, brother.”

“Yeah, well, I’m gonna be at the store next over, so you can meet me there when you’re done here.” The younger teen waves to you, before heading off and out the door. A sly smile grows on your face as the man from yesterday makes his way up to you, noticing he was wearing one of the casual shirts you had picked out for him.

Setting down the hanger in your hands, you give him your full attention, “It’s nice to see you again, sir. Is everything alright?”

He nods, his eyes on your hands before moving back up to you, “I was hoping to find some new clothes today.”

“Oh? You weren’t happy with yesterday’s purchase?” you tilt your head, a hidden smile in your voice.

“No, I was! I just… mm..” He pauses, trying to think of how to explain this. You decide to give him a break, smiling warmly at him as you pat his shoulder and gesture to the dressing room.

“I think I understand what you’re trying to say, sir. How about you head on over to the fitting room and I’ll be right with you, hm?” 

A light red tint brushes his ears as he nods weakly before moving; you turn on your heel, already certain what you’d pick out.

.♡. 

“It really is a pleasure to see you again - move your leg here - especially so soon.”

You had picked out a silky dress pants and shirt for him; a modest number of petite jewels adorning the legs and collar, laced sleeves, and an open chest window. It was a personal project you had been working on yourself with the extra fabric you’d get around the store, and it wasn’t nearly finished but it was satisfying to have someone model besides yourself. 

On one knee, you knelt by his leg, carefully tailoring the pant leg to fit him. You hummed to yourself, pretending to not notice the choked gasps that left him every time you let a hold his leg or run your fingers along the fabric. 

“As I’ve already said, this is just a pet project of mine, you won’t be buying it, but if you’re enjoying it, maybe I will see you again?” You glance up at him with a smile, playfully ignorant of your hand resting on his thigh just right below his groin. 

Choso can’t even breathe as his eyes meet yours. He wasn’t exactly sure of what he wanted from you when he came back, he just knew he wanted to meet the charming tailor’s apprentice again. The words he spoke, the way his hands had glided across the cursed spirit’s body so gracefully; it made Choso’s head spin, feelings he had never felt before surfacing in his chest. 

He imagined the many different ways the day would play out as he touched himself the night before. Letting his hand slowly float down his happy trail to his pussy, trying to replicate your mannerisms, but to no avail. Your refined voice playing in his head like an orgasmic melody, as his breath grew heavier and heavier, kneading his sensitive dick. Finally letting a finger slip in, curling up as he tries to take it as painstakingly slow as you probably would. But none of it is like you, he knows, even after getting himself to cum on his fingers, he still ached for your touch on his skin again. 

He just had to see that enchanting man again.

But now that he was actually here again, with you touching him like this, speaking so softly, it was like you put a spell on him. He gulped, remembering you had asked him something, though not at all remembering what it specifically was. 

“Choso-san?”

You tilt your head, trying to hold back a laugh though, letting a chuckle escape as you stifle it with your hand. While the dazed expression on his tinted face was endearing, you did actually want to hear him speak.

Rising to your feet, you gently tap his cheek, garnering a surprised “Ah!” out of him as he realizes how quiet he’s been. 

“Sorry, what did you ask?”

“Oh, you forgot already?”

You hum, sounding like music in Choso’s ears, as you let your gloved hand slide down to his neck before resting on his exposed chest. You meet his eyes with a smirk.

“Do you need a reminder, sir?”

.♡. 

You weren’t preparing for this exact scenario, but nonetheless, you were more than overjoyed for it to be the case. You silently thanked yourself for choosing to tailor him in the more prestigious dressing room the store had to offer, considering it was not only bigger but had a small table for laying down clothes, fabric, and other things. 

Like cute, two-ponytailed guys.

Choso bit his knuckle, trying to stifle his heavy panting as you traced a finger along his Adam’s apple, feeling his pulse quicken with your touch. You lean down, pulling him in for a kiss, as you let your other hand rest just above his chest. 

“Is this okay?” You inquire,  pulling away from his neck, eliciting a whine from him as he nods up at you, guiding your hand onto his breast. 

“Y/n…!” 

With a soft smile, you indulge him, massaging and squeezing while still layering pecks and kisses along his collarbone. He moans in your ear, grabbing hold of your shirt when you let a thumb run over his nipple. 

“I’m sure you’ve never had service like this before, hm? Never had someone kiss you like this, touch your chest like this?” 

Choso shakes his head, grip tightening with a mewl as you move your head lower, biting his soft tissue before licking over the mark. You continue this seemingly endless loop of biting and licking over and over, before finally giving some attention to his hard nipples. Letting your tongue lap over the sensitive buds has Choso a mess. Tears prick in his eyes, as he moans your name, trying to squeeze his thighs together. You don’t let him, though, as you hold his legs open with your other hand, watching him whine pitifully as he rolled his hips from your touch.

“Aht, aht. I don’t see why you should be rushing, aren’t you enjoying this pace?” A smirk evident in your voice, and it drives Choso crazy. You were so charismatic but so infuriating with how lightly you touched him and how leisurely you went about with him. He rolled his hips again, both out of need and in hopes you’d finally touch him. Instead, you tut your tongue, strengthening your hold on his thigh. 

“So impatient... Why don’t you go ahead and tell me exactly what it is you want?”

It feels like his brain’s been reduced to mush as you run your tongue over his nipple again, another whine leaving his lips. He could easily press his thighs together if he wanted, but the way you held his legs open and controlled his movements had his head spinning as he bit his lip. He couldn’t think straight at all as you tapped his thigh to bring him down to Earth.

Right, you asked him a question. A question he didn’t even remember hearing if he was honest. He moaned again, rocking his hips. 

“Haah… Please… y/n…♡”

You let your hand slide down his thigh to the zipper on his crotch, pulling it down as you exposed his pussy to the air. 

You bite your lip, feeling blood rise to your cheeks. “No underwear?” you murmur to yourself. Did he take it off after changing? Or maybe he didn’t wear any at all today? Was he hoping you’d fuck him? Just excited? Fuck, and he was already so wet, just look at him. All for you. 

You jolt a bit as Choso pulls on your shirt, moaning your name in the lewdest tone, trying to get you closer to him, to touch him. You pull him in for a kiss, your hand behind his head as you keep him close, desperate to deepen it. Choso groans, returning the kiss as he parts his lips for you, wrapping his strong legs around you now that you were closer.

Inviting your tongue into his mouth, you trail your hand down his chest to his needy cunt, letting your thumb rub over the head of his stubby cock. He closes his eyes, moaning into the kiss as his legs press tighter around you. As his dick grows wetter in your hand, you pull from the kiss with a gasp before moving down to replace your hand with your mouth. 

“Y- Ah! ❤︎ Puh-please, pleeease! Haah… hah♡!!”

He grinds on your face as you suck slowly, so frustratingly slow. He fucks himself senseless, with this being more than he could’ve imagined even if you were teasing him. His breathing grows heavier as you begin to suck faster and harder on his cock, increasing your pace with every lewd whine that leaves him. His hand grips the back of your head when you give his dick one last suck, seeing stars as he comes right into your mouth. 

It was better than anything he could’ve imagined last night, you were taking such good care of him right now, all he could do was blubber his words, begging for more. The way you touched him, and spoke to him, it was like he was drunk off of you alone. You found it adorable; if only the two of you were at your studio, you would’ve loved to fuck him senseless with your strap, seeing him dazed out of his mind like this. No matter, there was always next time, but for now…

Not giving him a chance to recuperate, you move back up his body to suck on his sensitive nipple as you let a gloved hand slide over his wet cunt. He brings his knuckle back to his mouth to smother his lewd whines, but you pull it away with a tsk.

“Haah…haah.. I want to hear you… don’t even think of hiding that gorgeous voice.”

The tint on his face deepens as he nods, his cock twitching at your words. His noisy whines fill the dressing room as you return to sucking on his nipple, slipping a finger into his needy cunt. You curl your finger up, slowly fingering him as you feel for something. You smirk when Choso screams, throwing his head back as his thighs tremble around you, having found that sensitive bud. 

He’s a babbling mess as he begs for you to add another finger to him, move faster, touch him there gain, anything! You oblige happily, curling another gloved finger into him as he soaks the fabric through. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you increase your pace, plunging your fingers in and out of him, nothing but the sound of squelching and his mewling in the room. 

“Mm.. haah..! CUH-close, so hah… close…♡!”

His thighs tremble pathetically as he gasps when you remove your fingers from his pussy, ready to beg for them back before almost crying out in pleasure as you thrust your tongue deep into his cunt. 

You drink him in, lapping up his sensitive cock before diving your tongue between his folds. His sensitive walls press around you as fuck him crazy with your mouth. As he presses your face deeper between his increasingly shaky legs, you know he’s close as you toy with his cock with your hand.

“Oh! ♡ Mm- Muh.. ah…!! ♡ Haah… M’ gonna…. y/n…! I… HAAH..♡♡..  AH ❤︎!!”

The stimulation is all too much for the poor spirit as he cums hard, his legs locking to keep you there as you continue to tongue-fuck him through his orgasm, eliciting more lewd whines and moans out of him from the overstimulation. Finally, his twitching legs relax as he pants, tears at the corners of his eyes. You pull yourself from his pussy, kissing his thighs. He moans softly as you run your hand over the hickeys on his breasts, kissing each one gently as you hold him. He sighs pleasurably as you peck each one, enjoying the feeling of your soft lips on his chest once again. 

When you pull away, he’s still panting trying to catch his breath a bit as you kiss his cheek. You smile down at him, pulling off your stained glove as you speak, “And how do you feel, sir?”

He feels heat rise to the tips of his ears, suddenly feeling shy as he comes down from his high, “Good.. I.. It was exactly what I was wanting..”

“Oh?” You take your bare hand to cup his face, “Exactly what you wanted, you say? So I can guess you’re satisfied then?”

He’s blushing, he can feel it. He glances down at his decorated body, how you absolutely ravished him, how your fingers alone had him coming. But he also catches sight of the wet patch on your pants and gulps, feeling his cock twitch.

“I want that again. But I want to make you feel good, too.”

You raise an eyebrow; that was a first, usually the guys you played around with always left you high and dry, leaving without much of a thank you or anything. You tilt your head, smiling teasingly.

“Well, usually I like to be wined and dined before getting ate out, but I suppose if you insist…”

“I can do that! Where do you want to go?”

You almost laugh in surprise; you were only teasing, yet he was so serious about taking you out. It was… touching. And cute. So he wasn’t only just attractive, he was thoughtful too. You were going to love him.

You press a kiss onto his lips before pulling away before it got out of hand, “How about you go change, and I’ll have an answer when you’re out?”

He nods, heading for the small changing door, before stopping and turning to you, a light tint on his that accented his cute mark, “You can just say Choso. You don’t have to call me sir.”

The smile on your face beams, “Alright, Choso.”

[imeanyourmomsprettyhot]

You Have No Right II Aemond Targaryen

part two

story masterlist / masterlist

summary: Driven by sheer desire, the One-Eyed Prince tries to find the woman that caused his sleepless nights full of lust and frustration.

warnings: female!reader, dark and possessive Aemond, sexual scenes, violent scenes

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The weeks passed by, and the girl found to enjoy the time at The Red Keep. Attending Princess Helaena was something she looked out to, everyday. It was hard work, that was for sure, but she grew to like it.

The night before, she was asked to wake up two hours early—she did not question it and did as she was told to. The day started as usual: She woke up, got dressed, did her hair, and went outside. But that morning, she met the hazel eyes of Laurane, who seemed to be awaiting her.

"Good morning," the girl greeted, wondering what she wanted from her.

"Good morning," she replied, "I'm sorry to throw you out of bed so early."

Laurane gave the girl a warm smile, before signaling her to follow her.

"Sanda has gotten sick. Poor thing, can't even get up without puking," she began, "So I will be needing you to attend Prince Aemond today now as well."

'Prince Aemond?' Did she really need to do this now? Her first encounter with The Prince left her fully angry, but she knew that anger had all left, and fear crept up her spine again.

The things people in the city were saying about The Prince. How he's on to killing his own nephews and Princess Rhaenyra anyway. That he's and evil person, wanting to kill anyone with his dragon.

Of course, those were just rumors, but everyone said them. A little bit of truth can be found in anything.

As they got closer to the Prince's chambers, the girl could feel the anxiety rushing through her, over and over again. Walking was hard, breathing was even harder. She felt like she unlearned those things all of sudden.

She tried to calm herself down. Telling herself that 'those things were just rumors, whispered between dark, pity, and poor people.' And it worked in some way. Her breathing steadied and she could feel her heart stop hammering in her chest.

The two arrived at Prince Aemond's bedchamber, and the girl knocked. Laurane had already left, when the young maidservant opened the door.

She entered the chamber, and Prince Aemond woke up immediately—it was like he felt someone's presence in his sleep.

"Good morning, my Prince," the girl greeted, hiding her frightened trembles in the darkness of the room.

She walked over to the windows. While drawing the curtains open, she felt the gaze of the Targaryen prince on her—it left a burning sensation on her skin. A feeling of unease spread in her entire body, but she had to get over it. Had to get her work done properly.

The room did not lit up by much. It was very early in the morning, so it was still gloomy and dark outside—Prince Aemond started his days off earlier than the rest of the royals.

The girl brought light to the room, by lighting the candles. She turned around, and just now, she was able to see The Prince in the corner of her eye.

This bedchamber looked a lot paler than Princess Helaena's did. It wasn't cozy or warm at all. No tapestry was hanging on the wall, only one carpet laid beside his bed. It did not look like the chamber of one of The King's sons, as it was so lifeless.

A white-blonde head approached her. But as she turned around, a quiet gasp escaped her mouth—she prayed to the gods that The Prince did not hear it. He walked through his chamber, wearing...nothing.

She should have known. It would not have been such a surprise, if she just thought about it beforehand. Princess Helaena, as well as all women, always wore her night gown. Men did not do that.

The young girl looked away from her Prince immediately, rushing over to his closet. She tried to escape his presence, as she felt her cheeks warm up.

"Where is my usual maidservant?" He suddenly asked.

She had to turn back around to face him—that was the only respectful way, one was allowed to interact with the highborned. He did not care for his maid to see him completely naked—and that bothered the girl.

She accidentally took a glance at his bare torso, eyeing at his toned muscles, and pale skin. She rapidly looked him back in the eye.

"I'm sorry, Sanda has fallen ill, my Prince," she explained, "I will be attending you for the moment."

He stood there, completely still. His stare burning holes in her body, as he looked up and down her face. He was so concentrated on it that the girl wondered what he was up to. But The Prince just hummed in response, before making his way to the bath.

"My riding clothes," he ordered, right before disappearing in the other chamber.

The girl rummaged around the closet, until she found the Prince's riding clothes for his dragon. She waited a few more moments, for The Prince to come back and get his clothing.

"What takes you so long?" An annoyed shout, echoed from the bath, and the girl hurried over to it.

The Prince wanted her to bring him his clothing. She wondered if he liked how embarrassed she felt, seeing him all naked. He was amused by the girl's cheeks flushing and how desperately she tried to keep her eyes from moving down his body.

"I apologize, my Prince."

And he hummed again.

She placed the clothing on the shelf and left the bath, without daring another glance at him. The Prince came back soon after, gladly fully clothed.

The girl stood beside his desk, filling the bowl up with fresh water. She felt his burning look on her again, and turned back around to face him. He was still staring at her, and thinking about something.

"Is there anything else I could to for you, my Prince?" She asked, her hands lying flat on her thighs.

Prince Aemond examined her whole body, raising one of his eyebrows. His arms were folded behind his back. The girl felt so small under his gaze, and he could smell how coy she was.

"Do I know you?" He inquired all of sudden.

The girl found his question so strange.

"No, I don't believe so, my Prince," she denied, "I am attending your sister, you have only seen me in her chambers."

He looked at her for a few more moments, before humming again.

"No, I won't be needing you right now." He told her, and she started walking towards the door, "I will order a bath, once I arrive back."

The girl bowed her head at her Prince, and left his chambers. Though, she found the latest encounter questionable, she did not bother to think about it any longer.

She opened the door to Princess Helaena's chambers, who was, all to her surprise, already waiting for her. The curtains were drawn open and the young Princess was impatiently walking up and down the floor, still in her night gown.

As soon as she noticed her maidservant enter, she came rushing towards her. The girl's head filled with confusion.

"My apologies, Princess. I did not expect you to be up so early," she explained.

"Didn't I told you to be careful?!" Princess Helaena shouted at her, as soon as she finished her sentence.

More questions loaded the girl's mind.

"I-I...I'm sorry, my Princess, but what are you talking about?" The girl mumbled, startled from her Princess.

She harshly grabbed onto the girl's shoulders, who jumped up from the sudden touch.

"Listen to me, when I tell you to stay away from him! He's driven by forces you don't understand!"

'Stay away from him'? 'Forces you don't understand'? What was she trying to tell the girl?

"Princess, who are you talking about?" The maidservant asked.

"You and him!"

"Who?" She repeated.

"I...I don't know..." Princess Helaena looked like she came back to her body, as a sudden fog spread over the clearness in her eyes.

The Princess now looked as confused as the young girl did. She tries to grasp the thought, the picture, whatever it was that she just had in mind. But she couldn't. It was gone.

"What do you think about a beige dress for today?" Princess Helaena just suddenly asked, like nothing had happened before.

The girl was too stunned to say anything for a moment. Was it really just The Princess' confused mind that was saying those strange words? Or was she actually a woman of prophecy, like she was told, weeks ago?

Princess Helaena's words were not going to leave the girl's head. They repeated, and repeated, and repeated themselves.

After she heard them for the first time, she didn't thought about them for weeks, but now they did not want to leave her. She wasn't able to think about something else for the rest of the day.

The girl was outside, hanging clothing up to dry, when the sky suddenly darkened. She looked up, to see where the darkness came from, but a huge black shadow startled her.

It was the large body of Vhagar, Prince Aemond's dragon, that was blinding the light of the sun—he had returned from his flight.

The girl hurried to his chambers, to prepare his bath. She got stronger everyday, so carrying the heavy buckets of water, from the fireplace to the tub, wasn't such a challenge than it was back then.

She was almost finished, when the door to the chamber opened, and her Prince came stomping in. He was angry, raging and cursing around, until he noticed the maidservant.

He immediately went silent, and moved to the bath. The moment he entered, the whole room filled with the strench of dragon. This smell was not in any way close to something she knew. It smelled somewhat like a hundred cowsheds, but nothing even close to a cowshed, at the same time.

"Good evening, my Prince," the girl greeted

The Prince's heavy, angry breathing calmed down. He opened up the laces of his clothing, but seemed to struggle.

The girl rushed over to him, helping him to undress himself. She undid the laces of his leather arm protectors, and brushed them off his wrists. Her soft fingers, slightly brushed over his chest, as she was opening up his riding clothes.

He shivered at her touch, and he was confused as of why. She helped him pull up his shirt, before getting back to the fireplace, to finish filling up the tub.

He got out of his pants, and was once again fully naked. But the girl was now less bothered by it, as she was busy with her work. The Prince got into the tub, and the young maid poured the last bucket of water in it.

She was about to place the wooden bucket down, when The Prince opened his mouth.

"If you could fill it again, so I can clean my scar, you are free to go for today," he calmly said.

"Do you want me to help you with that, my Prince?" She asked, fully determined to give him any help she could, as he seemed quite helpless—even though that was not how The Prince's reputation made it seem like.

"You don't have to, it's not nice to look at," he admitted.

He seemed insecure about his scar. The girl understood that. Prince Lucerys took his eye when they were children. Since then, whole King's Landing was talking about The One-Eyed, mutilated, now-ugly Prince. It was horrific. And it definitely was known to The Prince, how the people talked about him.

"I gladly offer my help, my Prince. But if you are uncomfortable-"

"I'm not." He interrupted her, before she could finish her sentence.

He looked at her for a few more moments, before slowly moving his hand to the piece of leather laying over his eye. She made her way to the fireplace, to fill up the bucket with warm water.

As she turned around, she couldn't believe her eyes. She thought she'd see a scary, disgusting, empty eye socket. But it was utterly beautiful, instead. Where Prince Aemond's eye once was, sat now a large sapphire gemstone. It was shining so blue, that he looked absolutely magical.

She was so astonished by it that she didn't realize how she was staring at him. She stood completely still, just looking at his face.

"If you want to leave, you are free to go," he said, pulling her out of her trance.

She awkwardly looked around the room.

"I'm sorry, my Prince," she began apologizing, "I-I just didn't expect this, I am so sorry. I was just amazed by the beauty, if I'm allowed to say that."

She looked down on the floor, too embarrassed by what she had done. She expected The Prince's wrath coming upon her, but all to her surprise, he started laughing.

"Amazed by the beauty?" He repeated what she just had said, "That's the first time I heard someone say this!"

Relief flushed over her body. She had to chuckle at his response as well. It wasn't only the girl who was surprised. Prince Aemond never expected a single soul to call his face 'beautiful'. It made him think...

She kneeled beside the tub, eye level to her Prince. She dipped a clean cloth in the warm water, and slowly and carefully stoked over the skin around Prince Aemond's eye.

His eyebrows flinched in pain, and the girl stopped.

"Am I hurting you, my Prince?" She asked, clearly concerned.

"It's alright. It is worse when I do it myself," he smiled at her.

This was probably the first time she saw The Prince smile. She never even heard about him smiling about something. A warm feeling spread inside of her, at the sudden kindness of him.

She continued, and Prince Aemond was staring at her the whole time. She tried not to be bothered by it, tried to ignore it as best as she could. As she was done cleaning his scar, she got up.

"And you are sure, we don't know each other?" He suddenly asked, as she was about to leave.

"I'm just a maidservant, my Prince. How could we know each other?" She smiled at him, confused about this question again.

He just hummed in response, and the girl left.

It got dark, The Red Keep was asleep, but the young maid could still not banish The Princess' voice from her mind—it was driving her insane.

The hours passed by like a dream. She felt stuck in her body, watching as something took over her, and worked her chores, while she was punished inside, listening to her Princess' prophecy, over and over again.

It was late at night, but she had to finish folding the laundry of The Princes. She stood in the hallway that led to one of the lesser known exits of the castle, right to Blackwater Bay.

It wasn't as guarded as it probably should be, but the chance to unknowingly sneak into the castle from the water side, was pretty low.

The young maid enjoyed working at night. It was quiet, peaceful, and calming—especially after her thoughts had haunted her the whole day. But that quiet and peaceful ambience got interrupted by loud footsteps, echoing through the halls.

A horror crept up the girl's spine, as no one was supposed to be awake by that time. Who's steps could be coming closer to her?

Her heartbeat began racing, as the footsteps got faster, sounding like someone's running—running exactly towards her. The girl pulled together all the bravery she had, and walked towards the sound.

Her hands were sweaty, and she could feel her breath laying heavy on her chest. But she kept going.

She was about to turn to another hallway, when for a moment, everything got black. She opened up her eyes again, feeling the cold floor on her back, and a warm weight on top of her.

Someone ran into her, making her fall to the ground. She looked up to find a cloaked man, over her. His hands were placed left and right on the ground. She could feel his breath on her face.

But as she looked him in the face, her heart just stopped beating. It was him. She stopped thinking about him, after a while. She never guessed, she'd see him again, anyways. It was unbelievable. Unbelievable that he was now just inches away from her. Was she dreaming?

The cloak, the piece of leather over his eye, and the white strands of hair, falling over his face. There was no doubt. It was him—the man that had saved her back in the city, when she was out for her mother's needs.

What was he doing in the castle? Why was he here? And would he even remember her? She didn't even knew his name.

"I-I'm sorry, sir," the girl apologized.

The man's eye widened at what the young maid just called him. No one called him 'sir' in a long time. He quickly got up, and with incredible speed, he ran away to the exit of the castle.

The girl wondered, if he recognized her. Why didn't he say anything to her, or at least help her up? Those questions held her up that night, but what made her mind crack the most, was the fact that her savior was somewhere in the castle. He was somewhere working here, the whole time, and she did not notice—she felt so stupid.

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[wishamongtheflowers]

Bright future goes on

Sobbing echoed off each podium with red shinning out to light the room.

"Why them," A boy wept, "I don't understand."

The screens had his icon crossed out. Those that remained where killed all from a mistake. He knew so! He shouldn't have lived! He was the one who fell into despair!

"You should've executed me instead!"

His scream fell with gravity, into the void.

"Agh, geez." Off and on the past month Amari delt with these random headaches. All he could do was wait them out for a short time till the pain wavers.

Out off all the times he couldn't afford wasting time it just had to be on maintaining the school's gardens and lawns. We all can't win time from time. It wasn't like much was going to stop him from his usual jobs; all was all either or not.

"Almost done here. Just a few more flowers to plant."

"Hey little bro!" The gardener turned his head to see a fellow reserved course student walking up with his hand in the air.

He's one of his close friends from childhood. Wasn't the best time but, it worked out for them.

"Hey there pal. You need anything?" Amari asked.

"Just wondering if you're going to be available this evening? I need some help." He already knew just by his voice what it was.

"What's with that look?"

"Let me guess; you didn't study again Nakano?"

Nakano sighs, "Please help me."

"Alright, wait at our usual spot; there's only two more flowers left to plant."

Nakano bolted off to the school's gate leaving Amari alone. Alas, much to his intuition, he wasn't alone per se. A girl watched him from above. Dead navy eyes who knew yet never knew the gardener completely.

Amari kept his attention on his flowers. Nothing too impressive or new to watch from her protective. She left from her spot going on to handle something Mistress had commanded of her.

"Last one." A blue poppy flower was put into its new home. Gently patting down to fill the small gaps left behind, "There we go."

He took off his personal gardening gloves, putting them in his back pocket. Amari went to the school gates with a pair of eyes watching them.

"Let's mosey on."

Nakano looked over at a tree to find no one in view. He surly saw some girl peeking out. Oh well-

"Nakano!"

"Sorry sorry!" He left in a hurry.

A strange giggled came from behind said tree, "Master is here. Just like Mistress told."

All she had to do was keep track till the day arrives. Distance and out of sight, out of mind will help her in the short term.

'!' The girl stepped on a pair of gardening gloves, 'He dropped these. Luck is turning up!' She tucked them away in her small purse.

She halted her previous mission for now. Now she was wondering amongst living strangers living their own worlds. Each one an ant going to anthills in her disconnected world.

No amount of luck would shield her looks, smell, and constant force playing her strings.

'To the apartment and ready up for another day.' Kido stood at her usual train stop.

Her phone buzzed to life only to quiet once answered, " 8 5 12 12 15!"

"1 8, 1 12 12 9 19 7 15 1 14 7 7 15 15 4. 7 15 20 13 1 19 20 5 18' 19 7 12 15 22 5 19."

Kido giggled then hung up, "Looks like the plan has changed. Got to get some other things done first."

Her crooked lips formed more of a smirk than a smile.

Just what was being said? You had no clue. All you could tell was it looked sinister.

Approach her or not is up to you; your fate is sealed by death no matter your option.

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[42bakery]

So since Fermín is rumoured/has already changed the leathers brand and it's rumored to be due to poor fitting, I decided to look into the racing gear of the tall riders.

First of all we need a list of all the riders (permanent, test, wildcards and replacement to get as much data as I can) that have been on a weekend this year.

With the exception of Pedrosa's and Zurutuza's height all comes from MotoGP website (beef with them because some are wrong, but we roll with it). Dani comes from a random article on the net, and Xabi comes from KTM's website (for some reason they don't have their height listed).

The racing gear list has been done with the aid of this Twit and then looking at the rider's photos in MotoGP site (again beef with them if I put a rider with the wrong gear due to the photo). The ones with the question mark is me not being able to really figure out or being unsure of the branding after searching the riders social media pages. Some do tag it, others don't.

So now we have our riders, so we need to define which are tall, and who isn't. In this case, we will define them when a rider is taller than the mean.

To make things easier, riders are being considered tall when they are 173cm or taller (my first guess was 175cm, so I wasn't that far off). So now this is our new ser of data

And this are new means (just to keep in mind)

Now, let's look at all the data. How many riders in each category are considered tall? And what are the brands they use?

Apparently across all classes, Alpinestars is the most popular one (12 out of the 58 "tall riders") with 20.7%. In 'Others, I include the ones I wasn't sure, the ones with just 1 or 2 riders to make the data easier to look at).

So far, we can see that no MotoGP rider uses Macna, which are the leathers Fermín is/has been using, but they are Dainese riders in Moto2. Something that is interesting is that only REV'IT and Alpinestar supply riders in all categories.

Now the question would be, is Fermín too tall for Macna? Would he fit better with Dainese. To see that, we can see the high distribution across all manufacturers.

According to MotoGP, Fermín is 181cm tall (which I actually disagree, I think he's even over 184 but that's another matter). If we look at Daniese, they supply for both Luca and Joan (and Vale), which might be the reason why I associate tall people with Dainese. However, Bo Bedsneyder, who according to MotoGP is 184cm, does use Macna and doesn't seem to have an issue.

Now, we can look at the means of each category and brand.

It seems like Alpinestar seems to be have the lowest mean, which can mean they do supply the riders in the lower portion of out select group of riders, Interestingly, Macna and Furygan seem to supply the riders in the tall part of it.

And those are the numbers

Macna, REV'IT and Furygan do have the higher means, but they also only supply 6 (soon to be 5), 8 and 6 riders. Alpinestars does in fact have the lowest mean, with Ixon, and if you compare with the mean of each category, they never reach it.

When looked at all the data combined, we can actually see that Magna and Furygan seems to place in the top and top-middle of the list. Alpinestar and REV'IT is all over the place, while Ixon seems to be a choice for the shorter riders of this portion.

(Sorry for the quality and the colour choices)

We can't draw too many conclusions due to the small sample size. But I think it's interesting to look at. I do know there are some test I can perform with the data and see if really Macna and Dainese are chosen by taller riders more than 'short' ones, but I can't actually remember them at the moment. So if anyone wants to look more into it DM me and I'll send the data

[1eos]

Sorry but I feel crazy for feeling :/ about how now people are going "make noise about this! Spread the word about what is happening! Make it know that this is bad!" About this like where was this energy for black folk 😭 feels so complicated like yes its fucked up but also am i crazy for feeling mad about how people ignore shit when it happens to black people but suddenly when it happens to white people then the whole site shouts about it? 😭 sucks because you can't even complain about it because YOU KNOW you will get people calling you names for it 😭 sorry I feel more complex feelings and sorry I feel more annoyed than anything 😭 I am one of the bad ones if I said "it sucks that everyone is ignoring the racism because this is happening to a white trans person" I would still be in the wrong to them and they'll point at me and call psyop 😭😭😭😭😭

youre not bad and you're not crazy either. cuz in the end of the day nothing's gonna get done if you won't listen to black ppl 🤷🏾‍♀️ as they say you're only as strong as your weakest link if you have someone in your community that is free to be attacked at will you're giving an in for everyone to be attacked. someone already made a post comparing the two situations but its similar to sex workers raising the alarm about how websites were trying to censor them and how it would only get worse if ppl allowed it and ppl really fell for the 'protecting kids' rhetoric and now here we are with that crazy kosa censorship bill. when ppl just straight up ignored that staff has the ability to moderate and go scorched earth but only want to do it against ppl they don't like and those ppl seemingly being anyone black :) that SHOULDVE been when non blacks woke tf up and started pushing back bc if u allow it to happen to one group of ppl its def gonna keep happening

and you, and anyone else who feels some time of way abt this, aren't in the wrong for feeling that way! its actually annoying as hell 😭😭😭 its like someone handing you the answers to a test but you still fucking fail bc you don't respect the ppl who gave it to you. and we all obvs feel bad for the ppl getting deleted and when it comes to the ppl actually being deleted they really aren't the problem. its the ppl on tumblr who rally around them saying stupid shit like 'this has never been done before' yes it has and im willing to bet YOU were reblogging those posts calling black ppl russian psyops for having an opinion thats beyond blue good red bad! and this lack of respect for people who will always be one of the first to face repercussion is why we can't get shit done bc after tumblr banned black ppl and erased the ferguson and blm tags nonblacks turned around and were encouraging folks to give this bigoted ass website money bc you have to 'support your favorite hellsite' girl what......

[somethingsteff]

15 questions for 15 friends

Thanks @fangeek-girl for the tag!

1. Are you named after anyone?

No, but my parents had an interesting way of naming my sister and me. If we were boys my mom got to name is, girls and my dad got to name us.

2. When was the last time you cried?

A couple days ago, I think. I cry a lot. 😅

3. Do you have kids?

Only of the animal variety! I actually got surgically sterilized last year because I am very happy in my role as aunt and cat mom. 💖

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

If knitting were a professional sport I'd be an Olympian.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Alllllll the timeeeee.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

How nice they are. Not in the way that they might be mean, but that they might be too nice. If someone's too nice I don't trust them.

7. What's your eye colour?

Green!

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Always a happy ending! I actually can't tolerate scary movies at all.

9. Any talents?

I'm a very good knitter! And I think I'm an alright crocheter, but that's a much newer endeavor for me.

10. Where were you born?

Oregon, USA, born and bred!

11. What are your hobbies?

Knitting, crocheting, and a little bit of writing!

12. Do you have any pets?

I have two kitty cats! A ginger tabby boy named Theo and a secret calico (she looks like a tortie, but she's got a white bikini on her tummy, a white chin, and white ankle socks) girl named Arya.

13. How tall are you?

5' 6" (and a half 😂)

14. Favourite subject in school?

Always the STEM (science, technology, engineering, math) classes! Though I'm also a MAJOR supporter of adding the arts in that abbreviation to make it STEAM, because nurturing the arts is incredibly important for societal and personal progression and development.

15. Dream job?

To retire and volunteer at OMSI (the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry). If you're ever in Portland, Oregon, you NEED to go to OMSI. It's the best.

No pressure tags (and sorry if you've already been tagged or done this, I can't keep track of things like this) @yourfavoritefridge, @kingdomvel, @willameena, @grapenehifics, @miserableandmagical94, @amadwinter, @quigonsjeans, @heretolurkandnothingmore, @aigoos, @mischievouschan4, @to-proudly-go, @wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart, @tideswept , @kato-neimoidia , @ladylucksrogue

And anyone else who sees this and wants to join (especially if you've never done one of these before!) 💖

[fallinforerling]

*ੈ✩ taylor's songs prompt list ༘♡

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ A/N: What I wrote down are the vibes that each Taylor song gives off FOR ME. But, if you got completely different ones while listening to them, you can list it on the request. I have no problem at all!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ TAG ME IF YOU USE IT!

ೃ⁀➷ masterlist

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: ̗̀➛ lover - destined soulmates, perfect match, deep love. | the type of love we all want and manifest while daydreaming. perfect phrase: "i feel like i've known you my whole life"

: ̗̀➛ cardigan - ruined romance, lost chance, hurtful breakup. | the relationship that marked you, and even though you got over it, you'll always remember it from time to time and feel the ghost of the pain. they healed you just to break you again. perfect phrase: "i loved you as much as you hurted me. which was a lot"

: ̗̀➛ august - an affair, a brief romance, secret relationship. | you wanted it to be more, but you were never enough for them; you just wanted to be loved. perfect phrase: "i was up all night wishing you'd call"

: ̗̀➛ style - relinked over and over, same passion, trust issues. | the one person who you can never reject even if you know it's a mistake, years pass and they make you feel the same. they never stay. perfect phrase: "you'll never get over me, i'm unforgettable"

: ̗̀➛ getaway car - rebound, regretting it right away, guilt. | you thought it would make you feel better, but you know you used the other person to get out of a relationship. perfect phrase: "i'm sorry for what i did, i'm sorry about breaking your heart"

: ̗̀➛ paper rings - comitted relationship, finally feeling ready, happiness. | this is your person, you're done looking for anything else because you got everything you ever wanted right here. perfect phrase: "i don't care what happens as long as i'm with you"

: ̗̀➛ don't blame me - love rush, never felt like this before, love of your life. | loving them is like a drug, you never want to leave the honeymoon phase; you're the happiest when you're by their side. perfect phrase: "you're my other half, and without you i'm not myself"

: ̗̀➛ all too well - bad breakup, you lost your self-esteem, why not you? | this one is going to hurt forever and you're going to always wonder what was wrong with you, if it was something you did. you'll curse their name forever. perfect phrase: "i can still remember it like it was yesterday"

: ̗̀➛ anti-hero - bad desicions, self-sabotage, you're the bad guy. | sometimes you're not the victim, and that's okay. you hate yourself for what you'd done. same mistakes over and over. perfect phrase: "i want to, but at the end of the day i'll never learn"

: ̗̀➛ blank space - failed romance, vengence, you didn't loved them. | you have a bad reputation and you like it. you date for fun, so what? and if they did you wrong, you'll just get involvied with their best friend. perfect phrase: "like i care what you think about me"

: ̗̀➛ gorgeous - big crush, obsesed with them, you're too much of a coward, silly jealousy. | they're your friend, but you can't find the courage to tell them how you feel. fake scenarios keep you going. you don't see it, but they flirt with you all the time. perfect phrase: "i wish you notice me at least once, i'm right here"

: ̗̀➛ enchanted - attraction at first sight, crazy chemistry, childish love. | a crush that developed fast and hit you hard. you thought about them all the time since the first time you've met them. they're so dreamy, you wish they could come and confess their love to you. perfect phrase: "i wonder if they noticed how my eyes sparkled when i saw them"

: ̗̀➛ bejeweled - toxic relationship, self-love, validation. | you won't let anyone take you down or extiguish your light because your smile is still the one that brightens every room you step in. perfect phrase: "i don't need you to love me, i already love myself"

: ̗̀➛ the great war - betrayal, resentfulness, stuck in the pass. | you couldn't get over what they did, and maybe you didn't want to either. the scars were too deep to heal. you miss them, but also hate them. perfect phrase: "i can't believe it's possible to love someone as much as you hate them"

: ̗̀➛ delicate - secret relationship, fear of being rejected, deep feelings. | you know you were supposed to be careless and see were does it go, but you like them so much. is it okay to pretend in front of people? you don't know anymore. perfect phrase: "i want you all to myself even though i shouldn't"

: ̗̀➛ karma - betrayal, patience. | they betrayed you, but you know they'll get what they deserve. you're waiting around to corner to see it all. perfect phrase: "i'm sure you knew what was coming. you deserved it"

: ̗̀➛ back to december - guilt, past relationship, you were the jerk. | you still regret how the relationship ended because you two could've been the best couple ever if you just did better; you want them back, but you're not so sure if they want you back. ever. perfect phrase: "if i could back in time i would, but since i can't, i can offer you the promise of something better"

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CHARACTER INFO SHEET

tagged by: @ofglories tysm! tagging: whoever wants to do it!

Name: ritsuka fujimaru Name meaning: okay looking up the meaning of their name did not get me anything useful except the fact that fujimaru is a pun on fgo (which i knew already). sorry Alias: "gudako", master of chaldea Ethnicity: japanese

THREE HEADCANONS YOU’VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE:

even during the year when things were more or less back to normal during epic of remnant, she didn't get in touch with her parents or friends back home, even once. on some level, it might be for the best--chaldea is a secret organization, she couldn't exactly tell them what she'd been up to--but the idea barely even crossed her mind. normal life is so distant now, it almost feels like a different person's life. chaldea is her real family.

when she can't sleep, she'll often just say something to start a conversation, hoping there's someone there to answer (and there usually is). those servants who watch over her dreams or otherwise keep her safe through the night have heard all manner of random thoughts from her at this point.

orange is her favorite color and also her favorite flavor! she's so fucking ornj god bless

THREE THINGS YOUR CHARACTER LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME:

gunpla babyyyy

learning random things from servants--there's an entire world of knowledge in chaldea, after all!

just generally hanging out with people. she's a people person through and through!

SIX PEOPLE YOUR CHARACTER LIKES/LOVES:

romani archaman; a father figure to her, and the one whose memory keeps her going even now.

mash kyrielight; her first servant, her partner through it all, her best friend (and maybe more...?).

leonardo da vinci; the da vinci who was with her from the start may be gone now, but lil vinci is just as important to her.

gordolf musik; he took some time to grow on her, but now the only reason she doesn't consider him a father figure is the fact that they're almost the same age. he's certainly a dad friend, at least.

the rest of chaldea's staff!

and, of course, (almost) all the servants. even the ones she can't help but pick on, like merlin or jason.

TWO THINGS YOUR CHARACTER REGRETS:

being unable to save olga marie. i often focus on romani when talking about things that severely traumatized ritsuka, and while that's certainly true, he willingly sacrificed himself. he wasn't screaming, sobbing, desperately begging for someone to save him. olga marie was different. the discovery of the foreign god's identity only exacerbated this, as now ritsuka can't help but wonder how things might be different if olga marie hadn't died that day. would the bleached earth and the lostbelts still have happened?

in general, everything that went wrong during the seven singularities. kadoc was right when he said that ritsuka wasn't cut out for this hero thing, that he and the rest of team a could've done it better, faster and without nearly as many casualties. so many lives were lost because of her incompetence.

TWO PHOBIAS YOUR CHARACTER HAS:

fear that her actions are meaningless, which as far as i know doesn't have a specific name? there's no telling if removing the seven lostbelts will return the earth to normal. in her heart, she thinks it probably won't. but the possibility that it will is the only thing keeping her going.

fear of being replaced. imposter syndrome, if you will. kadoc's on chaldea's side now, and he's far more qualified than her. it's a quiet, subdued fear, one she can usually ignore, but it's there nonetheless.

[myteavsricochet]

Stay in your corner. Stop invading everywhere. You are everywhere. You are annoying. Leave room for others in this fandom too and don't monopolize everything.

And it's always you who starts talking about other social media dramas, and you fuel the hatred for Nick, it's always you. Stop. Stay in your corner.

I wouldn't want to give any space to this type of message and I'm learning to do so. I would have blocked immediately but I feel the need to say a couple of things because this is definitely not the first time I've received something like this:

I have my blog, like all of you, in my blog I talk and post the stuff I love, like all of you. I like to post content if I find it and I do it for myself and I'm happy when other people see this content and appreciate it. But I don't do it for anyone specifically, I do it for myself. I use tags, like everyone else, because that's how it's done here and I've never believed that opening the Taylor tag, or Nick, or RWRB could be a nuisance to see content coming from a blog.

I'm already in my corner because I don't go to anyone to disturb or impose myself in any way. I stay on my blog, post cute photos, reply to the kindest anons and that's all I do. What's the problem? There is a block button and you don't see me anymore, it's not that difficult.

But I can't feel guilty also because I like to post cute photos or videos. I really never thought it could be a problem, but I swear I have received at least 3 asks like this in the last period and I don't know what to think anymore.

Bottom line, I don't harbor any hatred towards Nick, there is no hatred up here towards Nick. I have never deliberately brought other dramas up here and I have never posted directly negative things that came from other places, I, like other blogs, spoke in a mature, polite and kind way about a situation that has been going on for a while and gave comfort to those who felt a little overwhelmed. I didn't think there was anything wrong.

I never even put tags, in that case precisely so as not to have them appear there and feed something that didn't need them.

I won't even talk about that anymore, I'll keep everything to myself and behave differently. I'm sorry if in any way I created negativity above or killed the mood perhaps by responding to certain things, it was never my intention and I will avoid it in the future.

[beyondxmeasure]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love

I've had a few of these asks and have been a little too busy this week to properly respond... but thank you to the lovely anons and @huggieshalo for tagging/asking me. Sorry for the delayed response.

My 5 fave fics that I've written...

The Habit I Can't Break This one, probably because it became such an (unexpectedly long) labor of love that ended up not at all how I thought it would when I first set out, but am thoroughly grateful for all the twists and turns because I think it made the fic better in the end. And judging by the hits and kudos, I would tend to think you all agree. 💖

A Simple Twisted Fate This one, because I just love the dynamic between this Louis and Harry and their banter, plus the smut... not to toot my own horn, but yeah... it's pretty good. So I guess I did--toot, toot!

Longing like a Searchlight This one, because she's my first, my baby and warts and all I really do love her dearly. I tackled some difficult topics gracefully (I think, I hope!) while still having lots of fun banter, solid smut and lots of mutual pining to keep it interesting. I also really still enjoy the world building, homey vibes and characterization of Harry's family that really brought his home town to life.

Let Your Heart Be Light This one, because unlike the Louis in this fic... I'm anything but a Grinch around the holidays, and turn into a gleeful kid at the thought of Christmas, winter and any valid excuse to be nestled snug in my bed with a nice long fic. This fic is like a cozy cup of cocoa for your heart... There will be a little bit of heartache, but it will wrap you up with loads of good feels, laughter, joy and seasonal splendor.

I Know You Rider (Gonna Miss Me when I'm Gone) This one, because I'm an 80s kid who grew up in the 90s and loves nostalgia. This fic is full of it and if you want a blast from the past, it's a really fun read. A carefree teenage summer vacation tale set in a beachside New England town against the backdrop of an outdated amusement park. It's steeped in a lot of local references and stuff from my childhood, so it's close to my heart. A lot of research and deep dives of random odd bits of historical info or other stuff went into writing it.

I know this has already gone around a bunch and so many of you have done this, so I won't bother tagging anyone... but if you see this and feel so inclined, consider yourself tagged!

[maxineholtzmann]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

thanks to @hexiewrites and @stevethehairington for the tags!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 9! Not as many as a lot of others but I'm still proud of what I have on there!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 65,447

3. What fandoms do you write for? Stranger Things! I used to write for Harry Potter as well but with all of the everything that's gone down with the author of that series, I just can't see myself ever going back.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

project easy-bake (steddie)

2. i'm on fire (hermione granger x charlie weasley)

3. lay it on me (neville longbottom x daphne greengrass)

4. the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams (ronance)

5. la vie en rose (steddie)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to! I have a bunch I have to go through and respond to. Sometimes I feel a little silly responding back but then I remember how great I feel when someone replies to my comment and it helps me over the anxiety hump.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't really do angsty endings? I just want everyone to be happy! I will say that probably the ending of the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams will end up being the angstiest just for the simple fact that half the characters are already ghosts.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i loved the ending of what's all this talk about love, probably because i based the whole thing on one of my fave romcoms, runaway bride.

8. Do you get hate on fics? i haven't as of yet! knock on wood it stays that way!!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? if you had asked me like two weeks ago i would have said no, but uh that's changed very recently! so far i've only been writing throuples and specifically inspired by hexiewrites' out on the ice series - they're basically rpf if the real people were the characters in that series. it's a bit convoluted but it's been really fun and freeing to just go for it!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? i don't - i have a hard enough time keeping one plotline straight let alone adding extra elements like that in there. mad respect for people who do do it though! it's just not my cup of tea.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i know of!!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? not that i'm aware of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? no, but i think that could be fun - as long as my co-writer is okay with my slow writing pace lol

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? all time fave is a hard one! i think probably it's a tie between steddie and dramione.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i have a WIP that was a time travel sirius/hermione fic for the harry potter fandom, but that's probably never going to be finished. i just don't see myself ever getting back into that hp headspace.

16. What are your writing strengths? i think my writing strengths are that once i know what i want to be writing it moves along pretty quickly. i also think that usually my fics have a solid amount of humour in them? i hope?

17. What are your writing weaknesses? i overthink for a long time when i get blocked and i have a tendency to lose motivation for long stretches of time.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? go for it* (*as long as you have a translation somewhere)

19. First fandom you wrote for? harry potter

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? it's a tie between some part of me came alive (steve x eddie x tommie smut fic) and project easy-bake (steddie)!

no pressure tagging @stevespookington @hereforanepilogue @withacapitalp @maxinemaxmayfield and anyone else who wants to do it! (also sorry if these are duplicate tags and you've already done this!)

[27emailsicantsend]

for the hsmtmts ask, jet!

**I started this project pre-season 4, so all answers are for season 3 and earlier**

Favorite thing about them: Honestly I love how much of a menace he was. He would be brooding at trees or calling ricky out with no remorse and it was the funniest thing ever (let's be real ricky deserved the gina lashings lmao). But then we get these two second glances of him being soft- especially with ricky- that really reflect the kristoff/sven dynamic and it just made Jet have a special place in your heart. I love characters like that: the hard shell but there is still good somewhere deep down that is shown in fragments (draco malfoy, anyone?)

Least favorite thing about them: I know it's not Jet's fault totally for outting Maddox, but I still don't love that he said something about her dating someone in the first place. Yes, they started to grow apart seemingly before this, but there is this trust they had established and Jet doing that because he was mad at his parents (and couldn't get his way) was low.

Favorite line(s):

(this is technically Kourtney but the line delivery and Jet's expression k*lled me) "he's staring at a tree, right?"

*Jet dissociating on the bunk bed while Carlos and Ricky talk openly about him*

"Basically, I, like, raised myself on YouTube" (I love this because Ricky had this connection to Jet and I can't help but wonder if this kind of reminded him of Gina)

"Are you actually this upset that I took off or is really about Gina?"

Jet: "Right. You guy are 'friends'" Ricky: "I can hear the air quotes" Jet: "Good"

Ricky: "Dude, what are you doing with your voice?" Jet: "I don't know, but it hurts"

Ricky: "I just can't believe I let Color War slip through my fingers" Jet: "you mean Gina?"

"I'm in love with the girl playing Elsa and it's eating me alive"

OTP: Jetney! 💛 (and yes because of color war their color is yellow in my head)

nOTP: Carlos’ imaginary pairing of jet and maddox (again… yikes)

brOTP: Jet and Ricky! I mentioned this earlier, but I love the fact that they resemble kristoff/sven's dynamic. The reindeer who knows too much and calls out kristoff's crap when kristoff is in denial? The reindeer who is a little aloof but tags along everywhere kristoff goes? They're perfect :')

Something I expect from them season 4 (if applicable): Before s4 came out, I fully anticipated Jet to be like Zeke... fawning over Kourtney (Sharpay). Like we did get some moments of him making a total fool of himself, but I really thought we were going to get that multiplied by 3. I was also hoping for at least a Jetney cheek kiss (tbh I thought they would kiss and Madlyn wouldn't), but they were just slower moving than the rest of the couples in the show. However, when all was said and done, I was still really happy with the content we got!

Random Headcanon: In my mind Jetney, Rina, and Madlyn go on triple dates all the time. They found a way to spend a lot of time together before Kourtney and Ricky graduated, but after graduation, Jet flies out to visit Kourtney frequently (and vice-versa).

Unpopular Opinion: Oof... this one is definitely unpopular. I guess it's an old unpopular opinion since it was technically before s4, but I remember not really caring if Jet and Maddox came back for s4. 😬 I know a lot of people liked them and wanted them back super badly, but I was neutral. I was happy if they came back but wasn't heartbroken if they didn't. Tim tried to keep it a surprise but the last scene in s3 made it obvious they were coming back. Once I started writing with them in my fics I was a lot more excited to have them back but I definitely wasn't emotionally tied to them when the season ended.

Song I associate with them: "I'm Still Standing"... but the version from Sing. I already said this once and I am so sorry for this, but Jet singing "Right Place" reminds me so much of Johnny at the piano. I really think it's the leather jacket idk. 😭 (the funny part is EJ's name is Elton John and Elton John is one of the singers in the og "I'm Still Standing")

Favorite picture of them:

Side note: has anyone decided wtf his and Maddox's last names are?!?

[armpirate]

Updates

There has been just too much going on these two days, so I'll make a quick summary!

Under Your Skin: Updated with a new chapter today

Under His Skin: People who voted both on here and Wattpad said they'd like to read JK's POV of the story, so your wishes are my commands. Prologue and first chapter are already available.

RED: Good news go along with bad news sadly, I'll temporarily pause this fic, because I can't find a way to go on with the story as of now. I hope it's just a temporal block and I manage to keep writing the story in the future. (The reason why I paused it it's because I don't want to be writing just whatever, and hand you all shitty chapters just to give content). Hope you all understand. The fic will still be available for anyone who wants to read it anyway.

The Only One: This new fic will be posted when I'm done with Y/n version of Under Your Skin (the first fic). Once I'm done writing UYS (even if it's only on my drafts), I'll proceed to post this new one.

Taglists: I hope you don't mind me answering to you here, @kaiparkerwifes (I can't comment directly under your question, because mine is a secondary blog, sorry). But yes, if you want to be tagged under any fic, just let me know and you'll be part of the taglist!

Thank you all for the support and your attention!

[lovesickmermaid]

15 Questions & 15 Mutuals

Tagged by @pixlerelish 😘

1) Are you named after anyone? Kind of? My maiden middle name was Marie which is also my mom's middle name, but I changed it to my maiden last name when I got married.

2) When is the last time you cried? I think the question is when am I not crying? I cry so much I literally can't keep track. Probably this week at some point I cried. By the way, it's only Tuesday as I'm writing this.

3) Do you have kids? I do not. I'm not gonna go into the whole thing with kids and why it should be socially acceptable to not continuously ask people when they're going to have kids/why they don't have kids. It's weird. Just stop it.

4) Do you use sarcasm a lot? With people I'm really close with, yes, sometimes. I hate when people are sarcastic with me though, so I try not to be unless the context of the situation is lighthearted and fun.

5) What’s the first thing you notice about people? I don't really pay attention to what I notice about people when I meet them, but I'm just gonna go with their eyes.

6) What’s your eye color? Green!

7) Scary movie or happy ending? Happy ending always. I hate scary movies.

8) Any special talents? Crying over men who will never know I exist.

9) Where were you born? The land where palm trees sway... Florida. I was born in Florida.

10) Do you have any hobbies? I have a hobby about once every few months that I am overly excited about for like a week before I get bored with it and never go back to it again.

11) Do you have any pets? Two golden retrievers: Lola & Gracie 🐶

12) What sports are/have you played? I played soccer a looonnnggg time ago and I think that's the last time I played a sport. I took tennis as a class in high school, but that was just to get an easy A.

13) How tall are you? 5'6"

14) What’s your favorite subject in school? When I *was* in school I always liked the elective classes. I took Marine Bio in high school and it was one of the best classes I've ever taken. As far as regular classes go, I'd say English/Writing class was my favorite. I love expressing words and feelings through writing and I've been told almost my whole life that I'm pretty ok at it. As far as college classes go, criminology classes all the way. It's what I majored in and I found most of them so interesting.

15) Dream job? I don't think I've ever had a dream job, but if I had to choose it would be something in Forensics. I got my master's degree in forensic science because I was influenced by The Staircase on Netflix. Highly recommend.

I'm tagging @lephantomdelioncourt again because I have no friends on here and now you HAVE to do this because both me and @pixlerelish said you have to 💜 (I'm sorry if you've done this one already. I honestly can't keep up). K, love you!