#im not from new zealand i just wanted to put him. there

[putting-kinger-in-places]

Was this blog inspired by coomer everyday?

Also Black Mesa, New Mexico

Black Mesa, New Mexico

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

All Night

Summary: This man has been on my mind like nobody’s business and I need to do something about it

Pairing: Swerve Strickland x F!Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, masturbation (female receiving), dom x sub dynamics, edging, adult language.

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @mjfass , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore

A/N: Thank you @theworldofotps for helping me choose the prompts 💕

-> Prompts are in red. And their credit goes to @delusionisaplace

“Are you ready?” He asked, eyes roaming her figure from behind, admiring how the pale blue silk dress laid on her body.

“Almost. Can you help me?” The small sapphire blue flower pendant dangled from the delicate chain draped around her forefinger.

“Of course, Sunshine” Swerve smirked, placing himself behind her. His long fingers covered her hand, softly pulling the necklace away from her grip. He unclasped the gold locket, placing it around her neck and softly securing it at her nape.

Her scent attracted him like a moth to the flame, his soft lips pressed against the side of her neck, above the pulse point. Swerve’s full lips parted as his tongue darted out to leave a wet trail on her skin.

“If you start this we’re going to get late” She sighed deeply, leaning back to rest her head on his shoulder.

She felt the pressure against her skin, along with the warmness of his breath as he spoke with a smirk “I’m not starting anything, I’m just making sure you’re fully ready”

“Oh, I am getting very ready” She teases, half jokingly.

Placing her hand on the back of his head, her fingers toyed with his mint-scented dreads, playing with the soft tips of his hair.

“I’ll fact-check that in a moment, you can be sure of that” Swerve teases back, sucking harder on her neck until her soft moans make him pull back to admire the glistening skin.

“There you go” He gave one last final lick on her pulse point “So everyone knows you're mine”.

“Baby, why did you have to do that right now?” She whined, failing to hide her desire behind the complaint.

“Because I felt like it” Swerve’s left hand pulled up her silk dress and balled up a bunch of fabric at her hips. His free hand sank into her baby blue lace panties, his warm palm covered her mound, long middle and ring finger circling her wet entrance.

“And because you belong to me, heart and soul” His fingers entered her pussy, filling her up in the most delicious way, causing her to moan louder.

“You’re mine, Sunny, aren’t you? So I can claim you whenever I want, no?”

“Yes, Sir”.

“It sounds selfish, but I can't help but want you all to myself. Even right now” His eyes met hers on the mirror reflection “The only thing I can think of is tossing you onto that bed and doing the most nasty things to you”. Swerve’s fingers turned up their pace, relentlessly thrusting in and out of her.

“Baby, please…Fuck” She grunted when his palm pressed down on her clit. “Oh shit, do that. Please, do all of that”

“Oh, I will” He chuckled against her ear, “But not right now”.

Swerve suddenly stepped back, making her instantly miss his fingers and body. The sarcastic grin plastered on his lips only served to make her even more frustrated.

“I hate when you do that! Can’t you show me some mercy before we go?” Her hands caressed his suit-covered chest “You’ve been teasing me all day, I’m not sure if I can take it”

“Of course you can take it, Sunshine” Swerve teased, his devious grin only grew as he placed her hand on top of his clothed erection and earned a small whimper from her lips.

“If you want this cock inside you, you will take everything I’ll put you through. You’ll receive every teasing and every time I edge you on that wedding tonight you’ll put a pretty smile on that face and a soft ‘Thank you, Sir’ will come out from those soft lips, do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir”

“That’s my good girl, Sunny” Swerve placed a soft kiss on her lips “Are you ready to go now?”

She only nodded in return, making him chuckle “Good, let’s go”.

Swerve stopped by your bedroom door and turned to her with a sinister smile “Lady’s first”.

Her brows frowned in concern as her gaze stopped at his smile, it was her silent warning, Swerve was up to something and she was almost certain it would be something that she would despise.

As she passed by him to reach the stairs, the soft buzzing sound coming from between her thighs paired with her shaky moan made her realize that this was about to be a long, long night for her.

[theworldofotps]

Daddy's Brat

Pairing: Randy Orton x Reader Word Count: 1,123 Description: You're upset that Randy decided to invite friends over instead of spending time together.

Warning: A little smut, some oral male receiving enjoy

Got this idea from Randy pulling on Paul Heyman's tie last night and just the man existing. Also realized I only have one other piece of Randy writing and its only from Christmas which is a problem in itself, so I needed to fix that. __________Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist​ @melissahausen​ @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose​ @99hook @sjwrites22​ @sassymox​ @mrsacklesevansmgk​ @xladyxfatex​ @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie​ @shortyiceheart​ @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal​ @thatnerdwriter​ @wrestlersownmyheart​ @vebner37​ @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars​ @seeingstarks​ @whenimakeitshine1234​ @legit9thlunaticwarrior​ @blaquekitty​ @ironshamelessyouth​ @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin​ @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456  @mcreignsera

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ________ You knew you were in for it when Randy’s expression tightened, the two of you were entertaining friends for the day. It had been a while since the two of you had been alone since he was busy away at work most of the time. You were hoping it would just be you two for the day but that was quickly lost when he told you that your friends and his coworkers would be over in an hour after walking up. Putting on a smile after sighing you got ready and had spent most of the morning and into early afternoon talking over a large range of topics. Followed by one of Randy’s favorite lunches you had prepared especially for him.

Everything was going well until you felt that all too familiar itching desire to have Randy put you in your place. You couldn’t help it, the time apart and now him being right here but not having laid a hand on you since he got back home. Was driving you mad with want and the need to be as bratty as you possibly could. You’d had enough practice where your friends wouldn’t take notice but Randy sure would.

Like when you purposely spilled his drink down his white shirt to see the fabric cling to his body or questioned him on everything he said under your breath. The occasional snide comment here and there that got a chuckle from everyone else but a narrowing of the eyes from your boyfriend. When your guests finally left, and the door closed you watched as Randy stood staring at the closed door.

Very quietly you backed up and slowly turned to start making your way from the hall.

“Don’t move another step y/n.”

Staring at him in shock you frown, he never called you by your name unless he was referring to you while talking to someone.

“That’s not what you call me.”

You huff crossing your arms as he turned towards you, his eyes pinning you to the floor as he locked the front door.

“You think you deserve to have me call you by anything else when you were being such a brat?”

“Regardless of what I do I am always a nickname.”

Stomping a foot, you watch as he actually had the nerve to chuckle at you turning you quickly leave the living room.

“I don’t remember telling you to move.”

“Well, I don’t remember asking you.”

Randy stopped short just for a moment as he watched you, so this was the game you were playing when his schedule was clear for the rest of the day, and he planned on using it to his full advantage. You didn’t hear him following you up the stairs, only knew he was there when a hand grabbed the back of your neck. Guiding you into the bedroom Randy closed the door and released his hold on your neck spinning you to face him.

“What was with that attitude today?”

“What attitude?”

“You still choosing to be a brat?”

“Yep.”

Popping the “P” you watched him with a smirk waiting to see what he was going to do, Randy rubbed his chin and nodded slowly. A faint chuckle reaching your ears, you could feel your body run cold as he slowly started walking towards you. Randy reached out, capturing your chin in his hand and pressed you into the wall.

“Someone upset because they haven’t got the attention they’ve been wanting?”

Your silence was the only confirmation he needed; Randy leaned over pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry we’ve been so busy, and that this morning was a surprise to you. I’ve just been trying to get everything done before turning our phones off for the next two days. I didn’t forget that you need attention.”

You could feel the bratty behavior slowly slipping away and offered a small smile that was until he scooped you up over his shoulder and carried you towards the bed. Sitting Randy laid you over his lap and slapped your ass quickly a few times.

“What the fuck?”

“Oh language that pretty mouth should only be used for two things right now sucking daddy’s cock and telling him how badly you want this.”

Biting your lip to hold back the moan you gasp as his hand connects with your ass again.

“I know you want to moan baby why don’t you?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

“Mmm, I always love when I have to fuck the brat out of you.”

Gently pushing you off his lap Randy captured your chin again watching as your eyes widen when he starts sliding his free hand under your shirt. Feeling your soft skin as he made his way down to your shorts.

“I missed you while I was away.”

He mumbled his thumb sliding back and forth across your bottom lip before pushing it between your lips. His other hand found its way into your panties where his finger dragged along your slit that smirk that made you first fall for him crossed his features again.

“I knew you always enjoyed when daddy slapped that pretty ass and this just confirms it.”

A soft whimper left your throat as you sucked his thumb feeling one of his fingers slide into your pussy with ease. Randy inhaled through his nose as he watched you. It always made him weak in the knees to see you like this. Feeling his cock straining against his pants Randy stepped back and pulled them down, licking your wetness from his fingers while you worked to free him from his boxers. Your lips wrapping around him had Randy groaning in pleasure.

Your tongue flattened as you slowly took more of him in your mouth, your head slowly moving back and forth as your cheeks hollowed to form a suction. Randy’s fingers tangled in your hair as he started moving his hips watching as you choked a bit when he hit the back of your throat. Tears springing to your eyes as you moaned softly.

“That’s it brat let daddy use your mouth fuck so wet.”

Randy’s head fell back for a moment as he tried to collect himself before looking back down at you. The sight of you choking on his cock made it twitch in your mouth. Pulling you off he picks you up dropping you on the bed.

“We’ll finish that later but right now I need to fuck you before I lose my mind.”

He spreads your thighs pressing a kiss to each knee then slowly slides into your wet heat both of you moaning as your walls stretched to fit him. You knew that you were in for a very long night.

[lovelytsunoda]

and they were roommates // liam lawson

summary: when holly leaves for a week long vacation and says shes giving her brother her room, y/n is less than thrilled. until she realizes that holly's brother is super hot.

pairing: liam lawson x female reader ( best friends brother trope, roommate trope )

warnings: pure smut. this is filth. enjoy yourselves my little f2 hoes <3

author's note: im so going to hell for this, if i wasn't on my way there already. i just needed to get it out of my drafts.

when holly lawson told her that instead of having the apartment to herself for two weeks, that her brother liam would be moving in to 'housesit', y/n y/l/n was very very upset.

i mean, the whole reason she had answered holly's ad in the new zealand classified's during her first week at uni was because she'd wanted a female roommate and the single-sex dorms at her school had already filled up.

not that she was neccesarily opposed to sharing an apartment with a man, but it was the fact that this situation would place her in the home of a man she didn't know.

"you'll be fine!" holly had insisted. "liam is a sweetheart, and i won't be gone for very long."

"you're leaving me with some strange man who could be a serial axe murderer for all i know."

she knew that liam lawson wasn't an axe murderer. but he was a high performance athlete, and that had to count for something. he probably had girls throwing themselves at his feet at every waking moment. every time he left his house, most likely.

so when liam moved in, her expectations were low. lower, actually. and she had good reason for them to be that way.

yes, he was a fairly tidy roommate. they never argued, he always pulled his weight around the house.

but every. goddamn. night.

every night she heard him and his woman of the day, going at it through the walls. she'd be lying if she said that listening to his husky bedroom voice and his breathy moans through the wall didn't turn her on even in the slightest.

but he was holly's brother, the f2 hotshot.

as hot as he might be, he was so far off limits that she couldn't even see where the limit was anymore.

it all came to a head one night when she was sitting in her bedroom, the headboard pressed up against the wall that she shared with liam's room. she had a glass of prosseco in one hand, a paperback lauren layne novel in the other as she sat nestled underneath the covers, naked aside from the silk robe covering her slender frame.

with the sweet alcohol coursing through her veins, and the salacious words inked on the page in front of her, she found her hand drifting downwards, fingertips warm against her skin as she began to touch herself, soft pants leaving her lips, head tilted back.

she was so lost in her own pleasure that she didn't hear the knock on her door, only snapped to attention at the sound of liam's shout.

"y/n! i'm running to sainsbury's, do you need anything."

she was startled from the shout, withdrawing her ahnd and dropping the pocket-sized paperback to the floor, she scrambled to pull her robe back over her body, tripping on the cotton sheets as she tried to cross the room.

and when liam pushed the door open, concerned for her safety after hearing the thumps from his side of the door, y/n was mortified to learn that she had forgotten to lock the door.

"y/n?" liam was confused as he crossed to where she was. "what happened?"

"nothing, i'm fine." she sighed, face still pink and body still buzzing as she reached for her book. "my foot got caught in the sheets."

"let me help." liam insisted, beating her to the book, his eyes widening when he saw the title. but with a book called 'frisk me', you get that reaction a lot. and when he took in the rest of the features in the room- the glass of prosecco, the silk robe, the pink tinge of her skin-, he put two and two together. "were you touching yourself to a smutty book?" he grinned. "jesus christ. if you were horny, all you needed to do was ask me to help you out."

her breath caught in her throat as liam gingerly reached forwards, tracing his thumbs over her hardened nipples as she bit her lip to stop from moaning.

"if this is crossing a line, just tell me to stop, y/n." liam said slowly, almost gently as his warm hands continued to set her body on fire.

"liam," she breathed out. "kiss me."

and that's exactly what happened next, a kiss that was as hungry and needy as the parties involved as she dropped her robe to the carpet, liam tugging his own t-shirt over his head.

"on the bed, all fours. let me treat you right, fuck your needy body the way it deserves, babygirl."

and that's how she found herself with her ass in the air, her face pressed against the cotton pillowcase (screen printed with tiny red hearts, no less), with her roommates hot-as-hell brother thrusting his impressive cock in and out of her core, leaving her wanting more and moaning in pleasure.

liam had cut right to the chase: her fingers had already done all of the heavy lifting for him, courtesy of the lauren layne novel lying forgotten on her carpet.

"fuck, you're so wet." liam breathed. "i bet you've been thinking about this ever since i moved in, huh? do you ever touch yourself when you hear me fucking other girls? do you wish it was you?"

"don't flatter yourself, lawson." she managed to breathe out in between moans. "i'm not that desperate."

liam chuckled. "you're doing so well for me, babygirl." the kiwi groaned, gripping her hips harder and pulling y/n back onto his cock. "god, you really are so needy. don't worry, i'm here now."

"oh, god!" she whined underneath him, clutching at the sheets in pleasure. "liam, please! harder, harder!"

the driver was all too happy to oblige, the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the wet sound of liam's thrusts, and y/n's needy, desperate whines as she chased her release.

"liam, oh my god, i-i'm gonna, oh god!"

"come on this cock, babygirl. yeah, that's right princess, come for me like a good fucking girl."

as her high crashed over her, she could have sworn she felt her entire body go limp as the adrenaline subsided, all of her energy leaving her as the arms that held her up buckled underneath her. she rolled over, pulling the blankets around her body as she looked up at liam who was still kneeling over her, trying to get his own breath back.

"it's a shame you're only staying until holly gets back. i feel like we've wasted your entire stay by not doing this sooner."

"holly didn't tell you?" liam's voice was husky as he leaned down to kiss her. "her flight got pushed back by a few days."

he grinned at the girl underneath him.

"we have all the time in the world"

[whydontyousaeso]

Hi, heres an idea for damian x reader

Reader these past few days has been stressed and tired while preparing for elimination chamber in perth. Before leaving to Australia he decided to have a self care day for them at their home

“Relax.”

Damian priest x Reader

Type- fluff

A/n- Okay im ngl this was rough to write because i injured my hand, so because of that the Roman fic will be postponed until Friday! I hold this is what you wanted anon. 🫶

Tag list- @brideofinfamy @allyinwonderland18 @haileysmall2005 @alyyaanna @queencherryberry @new-zealand-chic @Bloodlinesceo @lizzyd1ish @southerngirl41

You’ve never been so nervous for a match before.

You were gonna be in the elimination chamber match for a chance to go against iyo at wrestlemania for the title.

You were up against asuka, Liv, Bianca, Jade cargil, and Tiffany Stratton.

All of which made it painfully clear that they didn’t want you to win.

Just the week prior Asuka surprised you with a mist, and that was painful.

You were scared of them over taking you.

You had so many people expecting you to win.

only one made you feel like you could win though.

“Cariño, wake up”

You groaned and rolled towards your boyfriend, damian.

“Come on, I have things for you to do today.”

“Damian I’m tired-“

“I know you are baby, just trust me.”

You mumbled under your breath and sat up, reaching out for him.

He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your neck and rubbing your back.

“What are we doing today?”

“I’m taking care of you before your match Saturday”

“I dont-“

“Shush, let me help you darling”

You groaned lightly again and pulled away from him, looking him over.

“I made breakfast baby, come and eat”

He gave a quick kiss to your lips and helped you up.

Maybe this was gonna be fun.

After you ate the wonderful breakfast he made, he took you to your master bathroom.

He told you to get ready for a bath, which you knew was gonna be good.

You took off your clothes and put your robe on, another thing he had bought to make sure you were comfortable.

You heard the water running and smiled, he knew how to take care of you.

“Ready baby?”

You looked up and nodded, standing up and walking over to his smiling face.

He helped you remove your robe and kissed your collarbone, placing you in the warm water gently.

It felt good on your skin, along with the lavender salts he used, it was perfect.

You sighed softly and let his hands rub your shoulders, massaging all the tension out.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against his torso.

“Thank you Damian, I needed this”

“I know you did. Just relax sweetie.”

He was the only one that understood you.

The only one that understood your stress.

He was the only one.

You started to doze off, feeling safe with him.

“Damian?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you really think I’m gonna win?”

He moved down to your arms,

“I believe you will, you have such a strong will to fight it would be hard to imagine you not winning”

You nodded slightly

“However, even if you don’t win, I wouldn’t be upset.”

“Rhea would”

“Rhea doesn’t matter. You just focus on your goals.”

You opened your eyes and saw him looking down at you.

“I love you Damian.”

“I love you too Y/N”

You lied as he leaned down and kissed your lips again, feeling loved.

“So what’s the plan for the rest of the night?”

You sat on his lap, letting him wrap his arms around your torso.

“Movie and pizza, unless you want something else?”

You shook your head.

“That sounds fine to me, what we watching?”

“Guess.”

You smiled, normally he did this to get what you wanted.

“Hmmmm, scream?”

“You always guess right, you have to be psychic”

You giggled and kissed his cheek, handing him his phone to call in the food.

His body was warm on your skin, and you could hear his breathing consistently going.

You pulled up the movie, waiting for him to finish before starting it.

You’ve never felt so confident in yourself before.

“I love you baby girl.”

“I love you too darling”

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[dabblingreturns]

I replied to a post from @dulcieseptimus who was feeling ingredients like they needed more ducli content.

Fair enough, ducli is an icon....

But my mind whent to locked tomb Christmas because I very much have locked tomb brain rot and it's only a few days before Christmas so its on my mind.

And I have decided that john has probably kept some sort of zombie Christmas for a few reasons

He seams like a dude who likes a excuse for a party

I dont know enough about the use that standardize holidays play in empires but I am convinced that if the powers that be don't make them them society will provide its own.

People like a good solstice festival.....I have this whole theory about how the further to the poles, a society is, the more important the winter solstice/light festival/gift giving party is. But it makes sense that if your extreme between summer and winter temperatures are big, you want to make sure everyone has a coat for the winter. The empire doesn't have seasons and john is from New Zealand so Christmas is really a sumer holiday for them. But Catholisism clearly made a huge impression on him. And he is a bitch for nostalgia just like the rest of us millennials

So now that I have incoherently argued for the existence of an unnamed gift giving holiday in a made up universe. A holiday that the author has never mentioned or even alluded to. I will provide details.

I call it risemass!

Up until the Meriadic year 99981 of the emperor undying, Risemass was celebrated by all 9 houses in thier own ways.

First house got drunk on wine and shit talked each other. Augustine cooked and fought with Mercy. Cytherea talked about dead people, John watched in amusement. G1deon, thought the magic of "im working" kept skipping out.

Second house. Involves drinking and special extra good. And when everyone is supper tosted, they sing off brand carols and drinking songs and talk about how great they all are.

Third house i imagine a special ceremony were the importortant people at court tithe more gold to the empire. Then the prince gives the people gifts. Then everyone grabbs martinis and shit and brakes off into groups to shit talk everyone elses gifts.

Everyone puts thier boots at the foot of there beds the night before, and in the morning the right shoe is full of candy and the left has a new pair of socks. Everyone comes out of thier homes in there pajamas in the moring and they watch a traditional movie about risemass. But it's like a town center picnic with hot chocolate and propaganda. And they picnic all day with good food and kids running around and everyone in new socks.

In the morning everyone spends time with thier families with a special breakfast and special foods. And in the afternoon they all meet at the court or local government. And every household is given a small gift from the "emporeror" and its something they want or need. These gifts are actually from agustine, who has been running this program for 10000 years and has a loyal order of workers who are swarm to secrecy but they figure out what everyone needs and supplies it.

It's a big meal with drinking and they run debate club, we're everyone summits a topic and two randomly selected people have to go up and debate it for 5 minutes. And the watchers vote on the winner. There is a bracket. And a funny hat if you win...and your name gets written down in a book. It's seriously buisness!

Seventh house has its biggest garden show of the year. And people string trees with light. And get drunk of cider and write increasingly incoherent poetry.

Everyone fasts for 9 days before. They have religious services about thier righteous mission then everyone gets a holy religious metal or text. Its not fun per say....but it is very proper.

Every year, everyone gets together...and they orginize themselves in terms of size. And the reverend mother and father put out the new robes and shoes from the emperor. And the ninth forms a hermit crab shell line, trading clothes until everyone has robes and boots that are whole and warm and fit them. They also get to track how all the children have grown.

[lassodreams]

So as we know Zach is in New Zealand until September. Before we dated I used to be a whore lmao like having 3 guys on rotation having sex 4-5 times a week. When Zach and I started dating it went to 1-2 times a week and then we're he's away at school I only see hime once a month. Now I'm going on 1 month, no dick :( so sad for me. I really enjoy sex and even as an ~emotional woman~ I never get too attached. Casual is okay with me.

Instead of cheating I'm just going to fantasy about this one guy who lives in my neighborhood, who I keep running into. The following is a false situation. The only things that are true are how we get and when I saw him again (I did not share my phone number with him). Lol for legal reasons I feel like I need to state that.

One of my favorite antique stores is closing, they have been in the city for 28 years and the owner decided to sell the building. This was the last weekend they were open and it was also my payday weekend. I budget $50 to spend on whatever I wanted. I put on a red polka dot dress that was a halter top and a white cardigan and walked out to the bus stop. My dress was long and it was windy, I sort of felt like Marylin Monroe but I had biker shorts on so I wouldn't flash anyone. I held my dress down while waiting for the bus about 10 more minutes.

A guy was walking over, wore all black, 5'11, dark blonde hair and a five o'clock shadow. He was attractive. If say he's in his mid to late 30s. He sat on the bench I was standing next to. I was reading all of the event posters to see if there was anything that looked worth going to.

"I hate working nights, but ya know gotta make money" he said, his voice was a little raspy but not like a traditional Pittsburgh accent.

"oof nights do suck, I hope it's not slow for you" I replied.

"no, it's actually going to be one of our busiest days"

"well then it should go back fast."

"I hope so, I also work as a carpenter most days but this is the season to make money because I don't like to work in the winter time."

God I wish it were me I thought, im living from paycheck to paycheck.

"good for you" I said with a smile I wasn't sure how else to contribute to the conversation.

"you smell good, I like that perfume and I see you took a shower and all that jazZ, where are you headed off too?"

I felt myself blush, my boyfriend can't smell so he never compliments me and I get gifted expensive perfumes from my parents.

I laughed, "yeah all the jazz, thank you--"

"of course, you're welcome"

"I'm heading to an antique store in the strip, they are closing and having a huge sale so I want to see what's going on"

His eyes got big when he looked at me, " oh my god, that one in the strip is closing? If I would have known I would have gone! I like collecting mid-century things"

I smiled, "that's so cool! I collect Jeanette glassware and the occasional wedgwood."

"I live in the towers and have an extra garage space for my collections plus when people move out they tend to leave a lot of cool things behind and I just take those"

"oh good to know, I am moving in August maybe I'll see if there's something I want."

"where are you moving to?"

"oh uhhh just a half mile away from here, there's an apartment with a balcony"

"I'm Scott by the way, and you are?" He stuck out his hand. I saw that we had a wound on his thumb

"My name is Meg" I shook his hand, he had a firm grip.

"Pretty name" he got up and that's when I heard a bus rolling up. 75, I was waiting for 87. "Well this is my bus. See you around."

"Bye Scott, have fun at work!" I smiled and waved. He looked back at me and smiled. He got on and the bus drove off.

I was smiling, men don't approach me often and so I felt giddy. I'll probably never see him again but nice to meet someone in town.

--

Thursday rolled around and I decided it was going to be in the 60s today I will wear a skirt and a long jacket. I missed the first bus so I had to wait for the next one at 7:13. Even though I am wearing a long jacket I'm still afraid of flashing people when though I do have booty shorts under so it's not like anyone will see my hole. Lol

I pick up a free newspaper to see what is happening this weekend. I looked up a saw a white pick up truck slow down and roll down the window. Oh God a cat call at 7am, I'm too old to deal with this (I'm 25 lol). I see it has supplies and tools on the back as well.

The truck comes up to me, I recognize it's Scott.

"Hi Meg! How are you!" He says in the passenger seat and a big grin.

I smiled back, "getting ready to go to work Scott, how are you?"

"Much better since I get to see you this morning."

"you're so cheeky"

"I bet you like that about me." And sure he was right, but I'm dating someone so I can't just agree. I smiled.

"meg, what are you doing Friday? Give me your number." I mean my bf is in new Zealand. I don't have any plans with my girl friends...is it wrong to want to make a new friend? Probably because we both know this flirting. But I enjoy the validation, I rarely talk to my bf. I know I'm in the wrong and yet I find myself giving him my phone number.

The light turned green, "I'll text you. Dress something like you are right now." He looked me up and down and waved as he rode off. I blushed and waved back.

Fuck, I'm in trouble.

Although I'm not all of the blame, this skirt makes my boyfriend go insane. He can't keep his eyes or hands off me. I love when he undresses me, he put so much care into appreciating my body. He's so gentle. I miss him.

After work I walk to the bus stop and I see three guy behind me. This time I don't have a jacket on. I check my make sure my skirt is pulled down and look back at them. All of their hands turn down and they look so guilty as if they weren't playing attention to my hands running over my curves.

Maybe it's just my whore mentality but every now and then I enjoy being looked at like a piece of meat. Especially corporate men. They all had hands in their slacks, one looked up at me and made eye contact and immediately looked down. God, I want to be fucked so bad. I need to go on a walk when I get back.

-- for clarification and legality the following did not happen--

3:05pm.

Unsaved number text me "Hi Meg, this is Scott. I'm thinking dinner at J. Tambellini maybe gelato after, and if desired a night cap at my place."

I'm wet already, what is this guy reading my mind? Italian, gelato and walkies and drinks?? That's all I need to be a happy girl. I need to control myself. I have to tell this guy I have a boyfriend, a good one, he just...far right now. I close my phone. I'll text him when I'm on the bus to back home.

4:15 on the bus.

"Sure, I'll be home around 5:15pm, what time is dinner?" I sent, that looked detached right? Like ugh sure whatever, right? God I can't believe I'm over thinking a tone of my text. I taught myself better than that. I didnt save his number.

I look down at what I'm wearing, it's cute. Red two piece with a black cardigan. But the restaurant we are going to see nicer. I'm probably just going to wear my black date night dress that Zach loves.

" 7pm is the reservation do you need a ride? I know you take the bus. Just let me know I can come get you. Don't worry I don't drive a truck." He texted me back 2 minutes after. I cannot give this man my address. Also bold of him to assume I just ride the bus bc I don't have a car. It's actually that I have a car but hate waiting and paying attention in traffic. Especially bc I travel during rush hour. Nice to know he doesn't drive a truck. But the restaurant is a 10 minute walk and I'll be fine. I will be a little chilly so I won't sweat, the streets are well lit too.

5:15pm I get home.

"thanks Scott, don't need a ride. See you then." I texted back . Oh and ps I have a boyfriend. I should have said this but I catch myself shaving my legs and trimming everything else. I'm delusional. And I believe in karma. My boyfriend doesn't deserve this. But nothing will happen...right?

I set an alarm for a 45 minute nap. Before I shut my eyes I send my boyfriend a quick miss you and love you message and some memes. It's Saturday afternoon and I know he's going hiking with his friends over there so he'll be busy. I send him a picture to show him how hot I am. My eyes and face are from a 90s inspired makeup video, he loves that look and my hair is natural but half up and it frames my face perfectly. Kiss kiss I caption it.

6:50pm I wake up. With heels one it will probably take me 15-20 minutes to walk there. I'll be late which I hate doing but I want to make him nervous. I'm so evil. I see a text from him and send a heart. He asked if I was on the way. I'm sure he will understand.

I walk making sure I hold my skirt down. I'm wearing shapewear this time and there this cute lace that is at my mid thigh to smooth out my whole look. When I sit down it saves around the edge of my dress. I know a lot of men like a little tease.

I get to the restaurant at 7:05. Scott is sitting at the patio with two chairs next to each other facing the street as if we will be people watching tonight as well. I see he has flowers, hydrangeas I might add, blue and white ones, my favorite. God, maybe if I just give him head it won't count.

"Meg! Hi! You're here. Did you walk? You look amazing!" He said is raspy voice pulled on my heart strings, I love men who are expressive. Stoic men are great in anime but not in real life. He grabs my hand and kisses it. Our eyes meet. He smiles, I feel myself blush. His lower hand gently rests on my lower back and he guides me to my seat.

"I've always wanted to go here" I said, " just haven't had the time"

"I'll be sure to show you a good time then for your first experience." He smiled, I noticed he hasn't let go of my other hand. His hands feel rough compared to my smooth skin. I feel the callous as he's tracing my fingers.

"I don't want to break your heart," I said, he gave me a questioning look. "I can't eat gluten, I don't want my tummy to hurt" I said in a childish way.

He laughed, " well respectful I have no idea what that means but I know the chef so I'm sure we can get you something."

Our waitress came over. He order escargot as our appetizer, I was surprised not many people like snails. And ordered a bottle of French Sauvignon Blanc. God, this man is speaking my love language. When he left he looked at me.

"You don't have to eat the snails, it's one of my favorite dishes here. I hope you do like white wine." He smirked.

"I like snails and Sauvignon Blanc. You got lucky this time." I smiled.

"oh" he held the flowers toward me, "I got these for you. It was the closest flower that compared to your beauty."

I didn't want to tell him they were my favorite flowers, his ego is already at the amount I like. " Thank you, that's so sweet of you."

The wind blew and I smell a hint of cologne. If my nose serves me right that Ralph Lauren Polo Black. I hope he's got a back up tonight. This Man deserves to be fucked.

"now you are the one the smells good, is that Ralph Lauren?" I asked, tilting my head a little and gazing into his deep green hazel eyes. He smiled, "it is actually. I wanted to match you on your level of class."

I laughed, "Don't mistake me as a classy girl. I can be silly too."

Our waitress came over with the bottle of wine and showed him the label, he approved. She was about to pour him a glass.

"May I have a sample before I commit?" I asked. She poured me about two shots of wine. I swirled and smelled and notice there was a lot of legs. It was crisp, refreshing and a lovely flavor palate. This was a dangerous scene.

"Is this one okay?" She asked looking a little panicked.

"it's lovely, perfect, thank you so much." She poured both of our glasses. And set the bottle in between us.

"I'm guessing you drink wine often then?" He asked raising his glass.

"yes, I'm also just...uhh... particular in what I drink. I prefer old world wine compared to new world." Our glasses clinked.

"To wine and new relationships" he said.

"To wine and new relationships." I agreed with him. Our escargot came out, I haven't eaten it in a while. So I watched him and did the same. We started talking about collecting things. He also goes to the goodwill and gets a lot of wall decor there. His ex comes over every now and then to see the dog they have and apparently compliments him on his taste. He found this mid century kitschy bowl that he found and a painting over his headboard both at Goodwill. His ex...so he is also attached to someone else. That's a good sign for me.

"my ex also collected things when we were moving just like you."

I smiled, "I know it's a bad habit but it was only because of the sale."

Another glass of wine was poured.

"I think it's an endearing habit." I wonder what his ex looked like. Similar to me? I do that too. Look for people who remind me of the one I first fell in love with.

"to be fair I have gotten rid of a lot but I am a collector"

"I understand, like I said my second garage is filled with antiques and china. I always make sure it's organized too. We should go see it afterwards." He said putting his rough hand on my inner thigh rubbing my knee. I'm surprised we aren't getting a flood warning. I'm soaking. We looked at the menu. I should get fish. That way I will get insecure about the smell and won't do anything stupid.

"What do you get here?" I asked him flipping my hair back and resting my hand on his shoulder rubbing his shoulder and dancing on his collarbone. He smelled so good, intoxicating, forbidden.

"usually whatever the special is. But she didn't say so I was thinking of getting the handmade mafalda Giancarlo. What can you eat?"

"I was just going to get the summer salad" I said without thinking, what happened to my fish plan??

"oh so you can't eat the pasta?"

"unfortunately."

"well maybe a steak or chicken or veal would interest you? He makes it perfectly. I promise. A Scott guarantee."

I smiled, "I promise I'll be okay, salad is perfect." He nodded.

Our waitress came over and he order for me and made sure to no gluten, that was nice. Cute but not necessary, there was no croutons on the salad. Another glass of wine was poured.

"How often do you come here?" I asked

"I used to work here, he taught me a lot. Now I'd say once a month. Usually just for pick up though. I don't enjoy eating alone in public." So he knows how to cook...that's a plus.

I felt his hand move up and flirt with the edge of my skirt. I gasped a little. He learned into my ear and whispered, "I see your sensitive." I felt myself blush, with the wine, his smell, the perfect weather. I succumbed to temptation. I wanted to fuck him, hard. The type of sex that makes you question God's existence and your own purpose. He kissed a corner of my jaw. If we weren't in public I probably would have moaned.

"So you think another bottle of wine or..?" He asked.

"I wouldn't mind having a red, a cab would be great."

"You understand me, Meg. I like that." He smirked and signaled for a waiter. A different one came over and went to go grab a Cabernet Sauvignon. A perfect pairing for my salad. Scott made sure it was Italian. That was nice of him. The waiter took the bottle away and our glasses and brought us new ones with wine in them and set the bottle down.

"So you don't work at all in the winter?" I questioned.

He laughed, "Well I'll say this. I don't need to work everyday but I pick up odd jobs. Travel. Spend time with family. How about you?"

"I work in corporate and unfortunately make work the validation of my life."

"that is unfortunate, pretty girls shouldn't have to work." He said removing his hand from my thigh and putting a hair strand behind my ear.

"I'm not sure I can stay in the house and craft all day. I'd get bored."

"I'm sure I could find a way to entertain you." His hand slid under my skirt. His thumb messaging close to the warmth.

I should tell him, but God I want to be touched.

His hand goes back up to my knee. I'm so flushed right now. Our food is being set down and another glass of wine has been pour. 4 glasses already? And I have to walk home? I'm setting myself up for trouble. Wine makes me so horny already. And now I have this man treating me and touching me the way I want and crave. Nothing will happen. You are better than this.

"oh my god, yours smell so good." I grab a fork full of salad.

He slowly removes the fork from his mouth. I wish I was that fork. My salad is delicious. The leaf's are crunchy and smooth and flavorful, it truly tastes like summer.

He tells me a story about growing up in downtown Pittsburgh and how different yet same it is. He said that liberty Ave used to be filled with sex shops and porn videos, he and his friend would sneak peaks walking home. His mom would always yell at them. He wasn't sure how she knew but she knew. And I replied mom's just know. We clinked our glasses and a laughed, mom so always know.

Towards the end of our meal I notice he had a little bit of sauce on the corner of his mouth. I grabbed his chin, "Stay still" I whisper. He froze. I licked the sauce and gave him a kiss where it was. I saw the goosebumps on his arms and I wasn't sure this that was the wind picking up or me. He grabbed my thigh.

"Your going to be trouble for me, aren't you?"

"your favorite worst nightmare, probably." I replied.

Final glass of wine was poured.

Scott asked for the check, "So how are you feeling? Gelato? If not I have some at my place we can eat later. We can check out the antiques in my garage."

What if I just blew him in the garage?

"ummm" I really should have said something. But also maybe he would give me antiques. God I'm such a whore. But I love history. "can I run to the restroom quick and then we can go see antiques?"

He grabbed my hand, " Of course, it's through the door to your right" and kissed it. His lips weren't chapped. Zach's are an I always have to remind him to use chapstick or something. It's not fun kissing chapped lips, it hurts. I stand up slowly. I am drunk but I am not a fool. I make my way to the restroom, hopefully I looked graceful. Well maybe when I get out he will have left because he decided that I remind him too much of his ex and he needs her now. And then I can return to my apartment. Faithful.

I take my rings off and put them in my purse. I check my purse, wallet with ID and cards, phone, keys, and lip gloss and my saving grace: baby wipes. I piss. And stretch, okay just for antiques nothing else. Your mother didn't raise this way. But then I thought. My mom knows that I'm kinda in love with someone besides Zach. And she's just like no worries, you're young it's okay. And that's probably what she would say too. God, meg, now here you are justifying and assuming. Get a grip.

I clean myself up, put on some deodorant and a little refresh.of the perfume. And walk out.

He's waiting outside by the gate. He looked so handsome. A knot Polo, probably a good will find, with slacks and brown leather loafers. His hair was styled. He looked down at his watched and pressed a button.

"I set the timer for 5 minutes and then I was going to check I'd you were alright." Oh God that probably means I wasn't graceful going to the bathroom.

"oh, thank you. I feel better." This is true. Being full of liquids and good food. I needed to get something out. He held out side hand and I took it. We walked to his apartment. About 5 minutes.

"Wait, this isn't your antiques are?" I said. Frowning.

he laughed, "Don't worry I promise you'll see them. I have go up to my apartment and get the key."

Oh, I should stay down here then.

"is it okay if I stay in the lobby? I can't to elevators right now." This was a lie. But I cannot be in a private place with him...though I want to.

He kissed my hand again, "don't miss me too much then"

I was suddenly cold, his warmth left me. I looked around the lobby. Much better than my apartment....which did not have a lobby. It has some work stations, art fixtures, pretty lights, funky chairs. I wonder how much rent was here..and I'm pretty sure he has a 2 bedroom. He worked hard for it, that's for sure. I felt like Lana. In love with possibilities but faithful to herself.

I felt a hand and wrap around my waist and pull me close. Scott lifted my chin to his attention, he smelled so good. I wanted to mess up his hair. "Did you miss me?"

"Every second felt like an eternity." I said, on autopilot. How cheesy, me admitting that I miss a man of any sort. He kissed my nose and grabbed my hand. "Let's go then"

We walked down a hill, next to the building. And into the garage. It was so wild to be inside of here. Outside it looked grunge, no windows. But inside felt like I was inside a car show. I wondered which one was his.

"my car is on the floor below, in a private section. The garage is just right here." There was a row of 5-8 storage looking unit. I was nervous to go in. A private and small place is not where I should be with him. He opened the door a led me in.

"Oh my god" I said, he was worse than my mom. Lots of collections and bowls and china sets. "Dude! This is so cool!!" He really did keep it clean and organized. He had so many colors and eras. I was so impressed. He also have a lovely green couch. This area felt bigger than it was on the outside. I let go of his hand and walked around the shelves. I heard him sit on the couch. This space was climate controlled too.

"Scott, you have an amazing eye." I said looking to him through the gaps.

"thank you."

I spun around the aisle. Ugh I wanted everything! This is a new goal of mine now. To make money and be still organized. I returned back to Scott but didn't sit down. I was wearing shapewear, yes, but it has a purposeful crotch hole big enough to do anything without take anything off. That's where I probably made my Mistake.

"Come, sit down with me, Meg, will you?"

I went to sit in the middle section and he moved over and guided my legs and hips to where now I was sitting on top of him, facing him, legs straddled on both sides of him. His hand rested on my lower back, messaging. My arms wrapped around his neck. He was eye to eye with my cleavage and a golden cross. He kissed it. I let out a deep breath I didn't realize that I was holding my breath. I looked around to see if there was a camera or something.

"Don't worry, I won't fuck my girl here. I just want to be close with you." He said placing his hand on my jaw and guiding it to his attention. I felt myself get wetter with each moment. My girl? Me?

I relaxed my hips on top of his cock, I felt it pulsating beneath his clothes. I was going to be in trouble. My trace his ear, down his neck and on her collarbones. His arms were study and tones.

"So you're telling me there is a camera in here?" I leaned into his palm.

"Yes, I gotta make sure my things are safe." Makes sense. But it would be kinda hot to fuck in here with a camera even.

So I asked, "well, who monitors the footage?"

"Now look who's the cheeky one is now," he smiled and kissed me deep. I felt his hand grabbing my ass and controlling my hip movements. His other hand made it's way to my breast. I felt my nipples getting harder. He tasted of wine and desire. I ran my hands through his hair, he moaned. I kept kissing him only breaking for small breaths. His hand made it's way to my long hair, he grabbed it and pushed me in closer. His other hand went to my neck and turned my head and he started to kiss down the side of my throat to my chest.

"you said you couldn't go on an elevator but I can tell you want to ride."

"I lied" I said

"about which part" he asked kissing my wrist. I grabbed his hand and did the same thing. I started suck on his finger.

"Fuck, meg." I felt his cock jump, like it was going to break the zipper it's contained behind.

"I can go on an elevator, but I'm allergic to dogs." I said moving his hand down my dress into my bra.

"hmm, so it's good news that I don't have the dog this week? And that I cleaned?" he said gently rubbing my breast and pinching my nipple. I left out a soft moan.

" I guess that makes you the luckiest guy in the world."

He smiled and pulled me in for another deep and longing kiss. My lips felt plump and I felt dazed. He kissed me as if I was the one he's been looking for, as if I was his girl forever.

We made our way to his apartment. No kissing or touching on the elevator. I made him stand opposite of me and we just looked at each other, undressing one another with our eyes. He lived on the 10th floor. And again his apartment was clean. I will never let him come into mine, I'm so messy.

"Drink? Gelato? Your call."

"Water would actually be great."

"sparkling or still?" Wow maybe...I died and this is heaven. Everything is so perfect.

"Still is perfect"

He pours from a glass bottle he had in the fridge. He just like me for real. I looked around his apartment, it looked like an interior decorator was here. He had a lot of antiques here too, including that one bowl he was talking about when we first met.

Again his arm wraps around my waist and he hands me a glass of water. It's Jeanette glassware..not the style I have but another line. He kissed me forehead and I see him make himself a drink. I walk over to his bedroom, we exchange glances as I walk in. He does have a head board. I take off my shoes, leave them besides his. The carpet is rich and luxurious.

I lay down on the bed on my side. This duvet cover is a light olive and probably the softest one I have ever felt. It basically just called me poor.

"Enjoying yourself?" He said holding an old fashioned in his hand.

"Yes, you make one strong glass of water." I smiled and took a sip. I noticed he untucked half of his shirt.

He started walking over to me, rubbing my ankle, he took and sip and said, " I like how you look in my bed. I hope it happens more often." He was still holding a hard-on. I sat up and set my water down on the bed side table, he followed.

"Scott" I said in a sweet voice.

"hmm?"

"I don't think I ever said thank you for the meal it was--"

"oh there's no need" he started to say, I stood up and pressed my finger to his mouth.

"Don't break my eye contact." I kissed him and started undoing his belt. He hands went for the strings of my wrap dress. I looked up him and got down on my knees. I moved his pants down. I started to rub his shaft before I removed his underwear. I could barely touch my fingertips together when I pulled him into my mouth. He gathered my hair but didn't do anything thrusting or pushing. I spit on his cock and sucked on the tip and with every forward motion I went a little deeper until I was able to reach my hand at the base.

"Fuck ...Meg..you can't do this to me like that" he moaned

I sped up a little until I felt I got sloppy enough then I went back to just sucking the tip for a little bit and then deep throating him completely. He moaned and I felt him shake like he was holding back. I moved back and looked up and him and kissed his tip. I saw his heart melt.

He whispered, "Can I fuck the pretty face of yours?"

I smiled, still rubbing his shaft, he lowered my chin and said, " open wide" I did and stuck my tongue out. I felt him hit the back of my throat. I didn't have a gag reflex but I faked it, he helps with a man's confidence in bed. And I wanted to be fucked good.

"Jesus" he cursed. Still holding my hair white slamming the back of my head into the side of the bed where the duvet still fell. I wanted him to finish in my mouth but not yet. And I guess he read my mind because he stopped.

He held his hand out, "stand up, I want to show you something." I nodded and grabbed his hand to stand up. I reached the bottom of his shirt and he immediately pulled it off. He took off my dress slowly admiring the lace, and each seam. God I wanted him inside me. He grabbed my legs and lifted me on to the bed, I was sitting on the edge. He kissed me passionately and undid my bra one hand while the other was rubbing my thigh.

I grabbed his left hand and sucked the two middle fingers.

His other arm secured my back and move me further on the bed and him on the bed. He's so strong I thought. Those two fingers travelled down.

Before inserting he asked, "May I?"

I nodded and he slide inside me, "God your drenched." And kissed me. His thumb gently rubbed my clit. I felt myself lose control. He started kissing my neck, "Scott, fuck me please." His switch his finger for his cock. He was bigger than most, he entered gently and looked at me as if to make sure I was okay. And the truth was, I was in ecstasy. I started to moan a little louder with each thrust.

"Do me a favor and take a deep breath." He said.

I did and as soon as I was about to exhale he started to choke me. I think I came just from that motion. He kissed me and said "now exhale" I got such a rush. He hand went from my throat to my breast.

"That's a good girl, now you can have a taste." He put his fingers inside my mouth and we kept making eye contact. He started to thrust slower and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to cum soon... Where do you want it?" I wanted to say inside me, but I recently just got off birth control. And his current movements made me cum again.

"Scott," I gasped, "I want it on my chest."

He smiled, "of course." He went hard into me and grab my hand and held it has a grip the sheet. I felt myself going numb, I came again. He pulled out and finished on my chest. I pulled him into my mouth and he moaned deeply and collapsed to the side. We both were taking deep breaths. I giggle.

Oh God. I'm in so much trouble.

[wndaswife]

hi rae <3

i’ve come to realise that our last few talks were about me!

so i wanted to know more about u!!!

i remember reading once that u live in Canada? right?i assume it’s very cold there! r there a lot of moose around? we don’t have those here in new zealand. i think they brought them over but they went extinct :(

do u have hobbies? play an instrument?

oh! i seen u reblogged the post for a anonymous message saying what we think of u!!

sooo i’ll do it while i’m hereeeee

i feel u r a very warm person. u probably pay attention to the very last detail. your blog reminds me of the warmth from a campfire if that makes sense. i bet ur a very attentive listener. i like how u respond to anons and stuff because it feels u actually read what they said and took the time to responded accordingly. i find u very funny and omg ur writing!! very well done. trying not to overkill here but ur vv cool.

anyways i hope ur well <33

hello!!! :> we did talk about you in our last talks but there's nothing bad about that, though im happy to tell you anything you wanna know about me!! <3 im really rambling here too it's rly early and i have a lot of energy so this is a forewarning !!!

yep i live in canada!! it's relatively cold but not colder than other places that get regular winters and stuff. i live in the very south part of canada so im a bit warmer here, tho vancouver and especially the north like nunavut and yukon are very cold, so i also see why the entirety of canada is generally viewed as colder than most places

which actually may or may not be true idk but where i am it's not soooo bad, except we do get pretty intense winters here and there. actually this winter a lot of people in my region had a bunch of power/heat outages etc etc for a few days, so winters r usually very cold.. is that normal for people outside of canada?? like on average? 🧐 there is a funny stereotype where we live in igloos and stuff LOL in quebec there's a huge winter festival where people can go to ice hotels and stay there, and those desserts where people pour maple syrup onto snow and eat it is actually real tho i've never tried it

hehehehe that's funny about the moose 😭 i've never seen one!!! i think it's also a popular idea that there r a lot of moose! not around where i live but more secluded nature-y parts of canada, which is mooooost places i think?? i have a bit of an uneducated view maybe because i've always lived around toronto which is very city-like. they're huuuuugeee actually and run super fast god i would wanna see one in person but keep my distance for sure. i have a friend from new zealand! i've never talked to anyone from there before him and his accent was a real mix of things i thought, never imagined i'd hear scottish and australian sounding accents in one person! my friend and i were just talking about how weird it is how there r animals all over the world, like cats in russia or bunnies in egypt or something,, like how did y'all get there for real what are u even doing there (i mean the answer is obvious but it's a slightly weird thought)

ummmm hobbies ah i like to read and write uuuuhhhmm i like graphic design! like i used to do it on adobe photoshop tho i haven't done it in a while, i like to swim (even though it's very rare that i get to) and no i don't play any instruments! took piano lessons for a few months (ish?) before tho. what about you? do you play instruments and what r your hobbies?

thank you so much for saying that T_T that's really really nice of you to say and i think i do make an effort to put that energy across sometimes, it's just nice to be kind and it makes me rly happy to imagine being able to make people feel seen and comforted! i personally really value comfort as well :D ehehe thank u for saying you think im funny that's very sweet and im glad, i think sometimes my humour may not rly reach people 😭 😭 i think you r a really cool and very lovely person too <33

im doing well yes!! thank u for checking in and i hope you've been doing alright too 💓💓💓💓

[dreamgirledward]

hey! if you're looking for a sign NOT to watch the rings of power, this can be it if you want 🥰 film-lover's psa incoming:

(this was originally a drop-down message on my the beauty of: lotr amv, which i deleted and copied here instead!)

lotr was created out of earnest love for the source material and the magic of filmmaking. the films took a total of 8 years to produce, including pick-up shots. they shot all three films continuously, well over a year, because peter jackson knew exactly what his vision would entail. the fellowship cast got matching tattoos after the experience because of how bonded they were by the end of production (john rhys-davies was the only one not to get one bc he said his stunt double, who does have a matching tattoo, did most of the hard work for him! ha!). the films put new zealand on the map and jackson opened the door for kiwi filmmakers of his generation and beyond in a way the world had never seen before. fun fact! the films also employed a huge number of Māori actors and you can actually hear and watch them doing the haka during specific battle scenes.

lotr is the perfect marriage of both 20th and 21st century filmmaking, expertly utilizing award winning practical and special effects mixed with cgi to create something wholly unique and almost timeless. compared to the two towers and return of the king being colour graded digitally, fellowship was still physically graded via colour timing (colourizing film in a lab, traditionally how all colour films were developed before the digital age), a prime example of just how new digital colour grading was in the industry. gollum was also a big first for the film industry: andy serkis shot his scenes in a motion capture suit (opposite elijah wood and sean astin), and the level of work weta digital put in to bring gollum to life resulting in such a sheer level realism was unprecedented. gollum still stands the test of time today and has aged incredibly well. the ai software, massive, was also developed for the first time for lotr to create large crowds and armies via visual effects, and changed the visual effects and 3d animation game forever. every single (computer generated) battle and crowd sequence you see in film & tv today is thanks to this software and lotr. the first time it was used was for the battle at helm's deep sequence during the two towers - and even then, that scene took over 100 days to film! the lord of the rings trilogy has been nominated 30 times and won 17 academy awards, honouring their revolutionary work in cinematography, score, visual effects, sound and picture editing, costume design, adapted screenplay, and more, and the return of the king was the first fantasy film ever to win best picture. the return of the king also accumulated eleven (!!) oscar wins, a record tied with titanic and ben-hur. aside from academy awards, the films, crew and cast have been nominated and awarded by countless guilds, boards and various awards ceremonies alike.

the rings of power however is a soulless cash grab that actively shits on tolkien's work, which is only loosely based on the novels at best. there are countless tolkien experts that can explain this much better than me, if you're interested in learning more i highly recommend reading up on it. the portrayal of galadriel alone is so severely out of character (just from the trailers!), i would argue these characters we know and love from the lotr books and films may as well be from an alternate reality of middle-earth. peter jackson and fran walsh are not affiliated with the rings of power. much like the house of the dragon, this is yet another attempt at attracting streams through the promise of nostalgia-bait, and it's riding the success of what came before it. and no, this is not because im a racist, woman-hating, anti-progressive, and elitist tolkienist, and the people who say this are performative and dont actually understand the underlying issue. the rings of power was funded because of jeff bezos personally involving himself in negotiations, and the series was created because he wanted it to be after obtaining the rights to develop a tv show. showrunners will label people like me criticizing and asking people not to support the series as anti-progressive until the cows come home because it makes them look good. if you still care about boycotting amazon, boycott this show. it's directly tied to bezos and his rotten money. if you must watch it purely for entertainment, fine, but this is a gentle reminder that pirating is easy and free <3

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

you stress me.

HAPPY LOWMAN.

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❝ request by @mrsmarvelous1995: Hey Aurora, I would love you to death if you would write a random prompt nr. 7 with Happy for me 🥰. Pretty please 🥺 🙏

❝ request by @aimkatsz: Oh sorry I think I forgot to put the person haha. Could you do promot number 8 from the 'random prompts' list with Happy Lowman please and thank you 😅

❝ request by anon: Hola cariño! Can I please have from random prompt, 13 with Happy 😃? Gracias preciosa!

❝ prompts: “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” / “Please, stop getting shot, it stresses me out”. / “You’re a psychopath”. “I prefer creative”.

❝ words: about 700.

❝ a / n: don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it, i’d really appreciate it!

“Whoa, whoa, whoa… Take it easy, darling”.

As soon as you step out of your car, Chibs and Jax stop you to let you come inside the clubhouse. Saying that you're furious… isn't exact. It is not enough. You have been working for more than ten hours without having a damn break, and all you wanted was to go home and eat a bowl of Chinese noodles in the bathtub. But, no. Happy had other plans.

“Are you SURE I can't punch him in the face?”

The Sons look at each other with lips puckered, evaluating the situation. Maybe. Maybe he could be punched, but you just turn things worse. They finally nod their heads, although not very convinced.

“You should wait till tomorrow. What happens outside the club? We don't care”. Jax opines then, raising his hands from you and tilting his head to the side.

“Ye', take't ease', lass. He didn' wan's to call ye”.

“Of course, he didn't, you Scottish prick”. You grunt before passing them away, carrying the medical kit to heal your crazy husband.

Rubbing your forehead with your free hand, you roll your eyes when Tig welcomes you on the door. But one of your dangerous gazes is enough for him to not say anything, hearing in the background Happy complaining. As his orbs land on yours, he shuts up. You watch him licking his bottom lip, anxious to find any excuse to calm you down.

“Please, stop getting shot, I fucking beg you… It stresses me out”.

You roll your eyes when he pouts at you, trying to feel sorry for him. But you don't. He's an idiot. He has always been. He thinks he's immortal and that there's not a single person insane enough to mess with him. But again, he's wrong. In silence, you kneel near to him, placing the kit on the ground to open it. And you're not going to take care, you're going to punish him.

Grabbing a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide to disinfect the open wound, when Juice puts his hand away with a cloth covered in blood, you squirt the cold liquid straight to it. Happy has to swallow a painful grunt, just to not give you the pleasure, stirring over the leather sofa. Wearing two gloves and holding the tweezers to spill some peroxide on them, you raise your eyes to your husband. He's about to cry for the first time in your relationship. Rolling them, you focus on the next task before he loses more blood.

Slowly, you slide the tweezers inside the wound, slightly opening it, until they touch the metal under his skin. Carefully, you separate both extremes to grip the bullet and pull your hand back from it. Happy doesn't utter a single sound, keeping his abdomen tensed and his gaze away from your fingers, while having another sip of whisky.

It takes you a little more time to stitch him up, being assisted by Chibs to clean as you use the surgical thread to close the small hole. But as soon as you can remove the gloves from your hands and the guys decide to give you some intimacy, you grab your husband's chin to force him to look at you whilst pointing at him with the other forefinger.

“Next time… I'll shoot you twice, you hear me?”

“You're a psychopath”. He breathes through his parted lips, really enjoying that you camouflage your worry and how scared you are behind a threat.

“I prefer creative like you usually say”. Heavily snorting, you sit on the edge of the sofa, leaning your head on his chest. “Just… fucking take care, Hap. It's not th—”.

“Sorry, love”. Your husband interrupts you, placing a weak arm over your back as you slide yours under his neck. “I wanted a little of your attention”.

“You… asshole”. You growl in soft giggles, raising your head looking for his tired eyes. “Don't. Do. That. Again. You hear me?”

“Loud and clear, love”.

“And stop calling me love. It's not gonna work this time, Lowman. I'm really angry”.

“Baby”.

Squinting at him, you can't help but hit his shoulder; regretting it the second his laughs turn into a painful complaint.

“You've earned it…”

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[chadillacboseman]

The Job Offer

Summary: Alex made some enemies. Oops. Warnings: Language, mentions of injury and violence. A/N: Art of my MK OC, Alex, by @u-so-silly

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"Put 'im down. Right there."

Alex felt his knees hit something hard-

Concrete? Maybe.

The men holding his arms released them and he toppled forward, his bound hands unable to stop him before his chest and chin connected, unceremoniously, with the floor.

"Take the fuckin' bag off, for christ sake," a loud man with a drawling accent shouted the orders-

Australian-

Maybe New Zealand?

Someone hauled Alex back to his knees and ripped the bag from his head; the brightness of the room made his head throb as he took stock of his new location.

He was in what looked like a warehouse, surrounded by shipping crates and under glaring fluorescent lights. In front of him, a broad, shirtless man stood, arms folded, glaring down at him. Alex blinked and the man's face swam into focus-

He was missing an eye-

No-

Where his left eye had once been, there was a halo of metal and a glowing red cybernetic eye in its place.

"Hello, Alex," the man crouched down so he was at Alex's level and sneered, "My name is Kano, and you're in the Black Dragon compound."

Kano...Black Dragon-

Alex felt his heart take residence in his throat.

"Ah, so you know who I am, eh?" Kano chuckled, "You cost me over 2 million dollars in that little stunt at the arms exchange."

Alex didn't speak. Behind his back, he pulled, hard, at the ropes that bound his wrists.

They didn't budge.

"You also killed two of my field agents," Kano continued as he rose to his feet, "and put four more in the hospital."

The Aussie pulled a knife from the sheath on his waistband and fidgeted with it absentmindedly as he paced in front of Alex.

"Feelin' a little naked without your explosives, mate?" Kano gestured with the knife toward a table on the far side of the room, "I had my men take 'em off'a ya when they picked ya up."

"If you're going to kill me, get it over with," Alex straightened himself and stared into Kano's glowing eye.

"Kill you?" The Aussie laughed, an ugly and grating sound that echoed around the room, "I ain't gonna kill ya."

Alex felt nauseous. If the Black Dragon's reputation preceded them, he was about to be tortured until being killed was a welcome mercy.

Behind Kano, a man in a gas mask stared, pointedly, at him. The skin above his mask was gnarled, twisted, like he had been burned. His exposed arms bore the same scarring. In his hands, he clutched two metal swords that ended in vicious hooks; Alex swore he could see the glint of blood on the blades.

"Kabal, get the kid out of those ropes."

Alex watched as the man with the swords stepped forward and moved behind him, brandishing his blades to cut the ropes.

When he cuts you loose, just make a break for it.

Alex glanced around for the exit and tensed his muscles as he felt the ropes loosen.

"I know what you're thinkin, mate," Kano's eye radiated a threatening warmth, "But you won't make it ten feet."

The ropes dropped to the floor and the man called Kabal returned to his place behind the Aussie, his eyes never leaving Alex.

"Look- the people I work...worked for wanna kill me too-" Alex was blabbering, desperately trying to buy time before Kano buried a knife in him.

"I know they do," Kano interrupted, "A botched deal like that is no good for business."

"See, that shipment was supposed to be an easy intercept for my men. In and out, no trouble. But then some fuckin' drongo blew the whole place sky high."

Alex swallowed, hard, and stared at the floor at Kano's feet. He hadn't meant to destroy the place- he had only wanted to make a distraction.

How was he supposed to know a gas main ran under the place?

"Now, your employer- I'm sorry, former employer, might have found that to be a killable offense-" Kano sheathed his knife and knelt in front of Alex once more, "But I wanna offer you a job."

Kabal made a noise that filtered through his mask- an incredulous scoff that made the Aussie turn and cock his head.

"Got a problem, burn unit?"

"No." Kabal returned his blades to the scabbards on his back and folded his arms.

Alex glanced from Kano to Kabal, his mind racing.

This had to be a trick.

It had to be.

"How about it, kid?" Kano's glowing eye never wavered as he stared at Alex, "All the fuckin' semtex and C4 you could ever want- you just have to answer to me."

"And what about-"

"Your old boss?" the Aussie interrupted and waved his hand dismissively, "We'll make sure you disappear from their radar entirely."

Alex chewed the inside of his cheek, considering Kano's offer.

It wasn't much of a choice, really. The illusion of free will.

If he said no, the Black Dragon would simply kill him. And if he managed to escape, the Fedorovs would kill him.

"We're all eagerly waiting," Kano sneered.

"I'll do it."

The Aussie clapped Alex on the back and hauled him to his feet; once upright, Alex loomed over both he and Kabal.

"Jesus, what were those Russkies feedin' ya?" Kano lead him to the table where his belongings were scattered haphazardly- fuses, wires, a block of C4.

Alex stared warily at Kabal as he retrieved the items from the table; the mercenary's eyes followed his every movement, brimming with mistrust.

Kano extended a broad hand and Alex took it hesistantly-

"Alex, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful fuckin' partnership."

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Anywhere

Summary: Let’s thank Hozier for whatever this is because I can only think of it as brainrot. I had a part of this written for almost a year in my docs and couldn’t find inspiration to finish it but thanks to the incarnated Irish god I did.

Pairing: Hook x F!Reader (aka Tiger)

Warnings: Angst, mention of uncontrolled feelings, toxic relationship, self doubt, worthlessness, possible happy ending? idk

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @mjfass , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore , @wickedval

It's the sound of it that brings me there

This city locked into the song of prayer

That finds no melody

Every moment of the working day

The twitching muscles in each step I take

The prayer is all of me

The Black & Mild hung from his lips and sent a white smoke up to the night sky, the burning tobacco somewhat was helping him soothe his instincts but Tyler asked himself for how long the warm smoke inside his mouth was going to be enough to keep his mind distant from the one place it didn’t want to stay away from.

Tyler chose to be absent from work for yet another week, and the backstage gossip was starting to build up to the point of annoyance. Even Tyler’s father had given him one of his famous earfuls earlier that night when he texted to say he wasn’t coming to work that week, and even though hours had passed by, Tyler could still hear his dad’s screams through the FaceTime call.

Another wave of warm smoke filled up his mouth before traveling down to his throat and lungs, all along carrying within itself the one word his father repeatedly had so vehemently: “obsession”.

“You’re obsessed with her, Tyler! Obsessed with a relationship you can’t stop fucking it up, snap out of it, son! Move the fuck on! Leave that poor girl alone, Tyler. You’ve done too much damage to get her back now, so put on your big boy pants, accept the results of your damn mistakes, stop destroying everything around you, stop destroying your fucking career, let her move on, get over this unhealthy obsession, and grow.the.fuck.up!”

This wasn’t obsession though, it was love in its raw, ugly, perverse, and deepest form. “Love doesn’t have to hurt”, they say. Yeah, sure, tell that to someone so desperate to make a relationship work that they commit every single possible mistake one can make. Perhaps this was what had doomed Tyler, he loved her too much.

That I'd be

Anywhere that you are, that you are

That I'd be

Anywhere that you are, that you are

When Tyler was 15 years old, his father took him to Joe’s barber shop two blocks down their house to have his first proper ‘man’ shave. As the older man began to spread the shaving cream on Tyler’s face, his father began “See, son, a man may like many women, we may grow fond of several females and keep them in our heart but if there’s one thing you should know is that a man only loves once. Real love will only be found once, in one single woman, and it doesn’t matter whether your relationship ends up working or not, you will forever love that woman until the day you die.”

“No matter how many girls you know afterward, no one will be able to replace the one woman who owns your heart. So once you find that girl, son, make sure you love, respect, and care for her. Do everything in your power to treat her like a queen, because that will be the woman who’ll forever live in your heart”.

Tyler did his best to treat her like a queen, but some things escaped his ability of self-control. Tiger is gorgeous, she is breathtaking, has the most wonderful personality, she’s incredibly smart, the most beautiful smile Tyler has ever seen, whenever she smiles it’s like the world has been put underneath a bright spotlight. She’s funny, caring, loving, she’s the best friend anyone could ever have, and the most addicting lover, sex with Tiger is out of this world, an out-of-body experience. There’s something special about sex with her, every touch is meaningful, every kiss is a silent promise of eternal love, and with every thrust, Tyler always felt their souls connecting.

He’s aware of how this sounds like some sort of hippie talk, but there was something incredibly spiritual and powerful about Tiger that only seemed to grow during sex. Although he wasn’t one to brag, Tyler has fucked a fair share of girls ever since he was 15 years old, and until he met Tiger, he was sure no woman would ever be able to handle him properly.

But even though sex was important to Tyler - and had been the base of every relationship he had until Tiggy came up - it shockingly wasn’t the sole reason why he loved her.

Tyler caught himself craving for her in more than sexual ways, he craved her affection, her touch, her capacity to begin a conversation about anything from something she saw on the news to curiosities about religions worldwide. He craved to see her smile, to hear her loud awkward laugh, to watch her cooking while using the wooden spoon as her own personal microphone. Tyler craved her advice on life, friendships, and work. He craved to hear her voice after a nightmare, to listen to her whisper-singing as a way to help him go back to sleep. He craved her, just having her there with him, craved the knowledge of having her waiting for him somewhere. Above anything else, Tyler missed how Tiger could bring peace to his soul just by existing.

And such peace seemed to be so distant to achieve now, that the world resembled a dark pit of miserableness, emptiness, and death. A limbo Tyler was certain he would never be able to leave.

Maybe I have yet to venture out

See the places that I hear about

Planes and trains and cars

Carve their lines into a curve like blades

All I get to are mistakes half-made

Leave the door ajar

Her wet footprints were unnoticeable against the damp concrete. Her eyes wandered around the streets, searching, wondering, pretending…She tried to make it work, but trying became tiring once it turned into a routine.

It was all too much, the arguing, the outbursts of jealousy, the lack of communication, the distrust, the assumptions..those killed her the most.

‘Where were you?’, ‘Why was he looking at you like that’, ‘Why didn’t you answer your phone if you were really with your mom?’, ‘Why do you smell like aftershave?’, ‘Why are you lying to me, Tiger?! Just tell me the fucking truth!’

Jealousy is not as glamorous as the books make it seem, it’s quite the opposite actually, it kills your mind along with your feelings until there comes a day when you realize that you don’t feel anything at all, and that’s when sadness takes over.

Mourning over something that once brought you so much happiness is a strange feeling. Looking at someone who used to be so dear to you and slowly watching them become the most despicable monster before your eyes is the most brutal thing one can go through. Love is such a delicate feeling, it’s alarming to see how quickly it can die when it stops being nourished. Tiger never believed it would be possible to stop loving Tyler, but life and its cruel - yet valuable - lessons showed her otherwise, it showed her how fairly easy it is to stop loving someone.

She never saw it coming, the day that she would leave the small one-bedroom apartment in New York behind, yet she did. Otherwise, how could she still be living? Even more so, how could Tyler still be alive if she hadn’t left that place for good?

Tiger loved freedom, while Tyler didn’t understand its meaning. Tiger wanted to be free with Tyler, as for Tyler, there was no freedom if he was with Tiger.

But I'd be

Anywhere that you are, that you are

That I'd be

Anywhere that you are, you are

She was the air that filled his lungs, so how could anyone live without air? Tyler tried to explain that to her over and over, but all he heard back was ‘You’re killing me, Ty! You’re suffocating me so much that I feel like I’m dying’. She said other fumbled words in between but that phrase was the only thing that sank into Tyler’s ears. He went deaf after that.

Tiger tried to find a middle ground, she thought therapy could help but how do you talk to someone who doesn’t want to utter a word? It’s pointless to try to fix a relationship when for it to work is a double-sided sword. Tiger couldn’t fix something that didn’t depend only on her, but Tyler was the king of perfection, Mr. There’s Nothing Wrong. So she just gave up, she couldn’t play tug-war anymore, she just wanted to leave and never go back to the Hell she was living in.

Love is not enough, it would never be enough, not if it was all it takes for a relationship to work. And both Tiger and Tyler learned that the hard way.

His eyes found her across the street, holding her small notepad and iconic glittery pen. She never came to this part of town, which made Tyler frown with worry. But her features seemed relaxed, serene even, as she observed the tall trees and how the thin rain droplets splattered the green leaves. ‘This is such a weird hobby’ Tyler thought to himself when they first met ‘Watching the leaves on a tree and scrambling down how it makes you feel’.

Tiger categorized it as ‘therapeutic’, and once she explained how it helped her ease her racing mind Tyler began admiring her for it.

Ironically enough, that was how they met back then, and now is how he meets her again after 6 months of their break up.

Watching her now, after everything Tyler knew and went through with her had him contemplating Tiger under a new light. ‘Perhaps she is happier like this, without you’ Tyler caught himself thinking, noticing how the lightheartedness that once was Tiger’s biggest quality seemed to have returned to her eyes now that she didn’t have him in her life anymore.

It’s sad to notice how the only person that you love so dearly seems to be better without you than when they were with you. Only now Tyler notices how he had killed Tiger during their time together. He killed her lightness, her freedom, her carefree nature. He transformed her into this sad caged bird that didn’t find happiness in singing anymore.

‘If you could go back in time, would you be different? Act differently? Approach things from another perspective?’ Tyler’s conscience asked him.

“Yes” Was his answer out loud, his eyes fixed on the wet pavement, without being able to keep looking at her.

‘Why? Because of your selfish reasons? Because you knew that you’d lose her if you didn’t?’ It asked him back.

But prayer

Is all of me, all of me

The prayer

Is all of me, all of me

“No” Tyler answered sincerely “Because I now know that she deserves better, way better than I ever was…way better than I could ever be”.

Tyler’s eyes tentatively looked up again, in the hopes of imprinting her true self into his mind one last time, until his orbs stopped at her caramel-colored coat standing right before him.

Tiger’s eyes wandered his face, focusing on his eye patch for a couple of seconds before asking “Are you a pirate now?”

For the first time in 6 months, Tyler let out a chuckle, “Maybe…If you like pirates then sure, I’m a pirate. But if you don’t, then I’m just a loser. The biggest asshole to ever walk the earth”.

“Yeah, that you are” She smiled sadly “Have you learned anything from it though?”

“Yeah, I did” Tyler’s fingers twitched to touch her, but he would never allow himself that, he didn’t deserve it. “Are you really here, Tiggy? I’m afraid I’m dreaming…but I don’t to be dreaming, I want this to be real”

“It could be real, Ty” She caressed his smooth cheek before smiling and sitting down beside him on the damp concrete “Wanna tell me what you’ve learned in life so far?”

But I'd be

Anywhere that you are, that you are

That I'd be

Anywhere that you are, you are

[theworldofotps]

The Nights (Drabble)

Pairing: Hook x Reader Word Counter: 780 Description: He's just trying to get over the thought of you.

Loosely based off the song Stick Season _______ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist​ @melissahausen​ @new-zealand-chic​ @writtingrose​ @hotgirlgraps @madhatterbri @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @alyyaana @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456  @mcreignsera @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. Hook Tag list: @wickedval ________ Another night, another cloud of smoke encircled his head as he sat on his fire escape watching the city buzzing by. His phone lit up illuminating his face as he read it hoping but knowing it wouldn’t be a text from you.

‘We’re really worried about you man nobody’s heard from you in a week least let someone know you’re okay.’ Setting the phone back on his lap Tyler took another inhale of the joint holding the smoke until his lungs burned then blew it into the dark night sky. Of course, he was okay well at least physically he was but emotionally he probably wouldn’t be the same ever again. Not after losing the most important person in his world.. “This is going to be amazing mamas I can’t wait for you to come back to New York I have so much for us planned.”

Tyler smiled as he put away the last of the laundry making sure his apartment was clean and suitable enough for you. The line remained quiet with the only sound being the tires on the road before you let a breath out. “Actually, I’ve um changed my mind.” He didn’t know this but at the time you spoke these words you passed his exit and continued driving. “I’m sorry what?” “I know it’s a shitty thing to do on the phone but I’m going up to Canada to visit a friend for a few weeks. I didn’t know how to tell you and honestly wasn’t sure how I was going to.” “Why didn’t you just say anything?’ “Because breaking up over the phone isn’t something I planned to do but I think it’s for the best. We’ve been growing apart with your traveling and my work schedule. I’m tired of not seeing you and of not having a boyfriend close by. I’m sorry this is the last thing I wanted to have happen, but I think it’s for the best.”

Thinking back over that night all these weeks later and if he was honest with himself, he knew something wasn’t right. You had been acting weird ever since the two of you started making plans for a visit, you’d trail off or switch the subject to something else.

He was still dealing with all the feelings that came from having a relationship suddenly end, he felt pain that he never experienced before not even in ring. His chest was heavy and often felt tight, he was angry that you wouldn’t even give him a chance to try and make things better or reassure you it would work out.

But he knew it wasn’t just all on you, he’d been a bit too busy with work and didn’t call you as often as he should have. He never imagined he would be at this end, sure other relationships failed but he always had faith that yours would last. And now just like that you were gone, you who was supposed to be Tyler’s future. The love of his life the person he hoped to marry someday not that he ever got the chance to ask you.

Despite the breakup being over two months ago he still felt like he did the night it happened; felt like a whole opened in his chest. It got worse because he saw your mother recently. She stopped by to pick up some of your things and told him that you were taking it hard despite everything she knew that you loved him. It helped a little but not enough to make him want to rejoin society.

He'd called a couple of times and even sent a few texts to try and see if he could change your mind but you never returned them. Tyler knew it was only a matter of time before he would have to get back to real life. Tony was trying to be understanding and give him time, they wrote him off with an injury, but he knew he needed to get back. Most days he spent smoking trying to numb the longing and loneliness he felt for you, but no matter how much he smoked he still thought about you. At night was the worst when the rest of the world was silent his mind and dreams were plagued with different versions of you. No matter what he tried he just couldn’t escape it all. Tyler knew in time he would get over you, knew that one day in the future you’ll be nothing more than just a thought in his mind. As for now? He would just have to take it a day at a time trying to get over loving you.

[antiloreolympus]

6 Anti LO Asks

1. im hoping psyche isnt actually black bc her whole story so far as been being phsyically abused by her mother, mnaioulated by her sisters, sold to a white man into marriage (which is already bad but even WORSE if shes black like holy shit rachel) and shes a bit character to eros when the actual myth was with her as the lead and eros as the bit one. like?? this is all bad but making her canon black would be even worse tbh

From OP: I’m sorry to tell you this but Psyche is black.

2. I love reading all the asks saying how the current arc is RS clapping back at all us 'haters' and our criticisms and trying to correct us. It's just. So so funny. Because RS literally does try to correct our criticisms sometimes and it always always somehow makes everything worse.

Like RS is way too much in the fandom space, it influences the writing way too much, whether it be via a fan's theory, what the fans want to happen, or even through trying to correct the 'haters'. I have no doubts though that a portion of it is just her own writing, but by now it's just all so awful.

She just needs to wrap all this shit up and put LO out of its misery a season ago. 

3. ngl, its weird LO went in reverse on hades. bc in the beginning you feel bad for him, you get he can be seen as misunderstood, but then he started ripping kid's eyes out, belittling thanatos, cheating on minthe, abusing his power over his citizens, feeling entitled to be above the laws, even screaming at persephone for calling him out for owning SLAVES, w/ the list going on and on. Even with more background we get on him, the worse he becomes. idk how RS thinks this makes him look /bette/..

4. yall really think rachel even knows a black person? she lives in new zealand. all they got there is sheep and the white rejects even australia didnt want. the only POC they have is immigrants that are heavily discriminated against and the indigenous people rachel's ancestors tried to stamp out. be real here guys, she refuses to even talk to greeks about their own culture and stories despite making a greek myth story, yall think she'll talk to a black person to be accurate about their hair? cmon.

5. what i also dont get is persephone is depicted as so childish and shy and naive yet magically becomes a sexy vixen as soon as she starts flirting or even out-flirting hades?? like thats not how people work. its like rachel wants her cake and to eat it too, which is not good writing. either pick one or the other, and it should have been not making persephone so childish from the beginning, IMHO, instead of this badly written and creepy emphasis and even sexualization of how childish she is.

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6. FP// tbh if persephone had any self respect, even if shes nervous/scared to be on trial, she would NOT be ok with how hades is bossing her around and making all her decisions for her. more so, if hades genuinely cared and respected her, he wouldnt be treating her like a child and actually listen to her, instead of becoming the overbearing father figure, esp considering how visibly uncomfortable it makes her and how it seems like the exact tactics demeter would be called abusive/overbearing for.

[rnisa]

Could i get a death note mach up plz? I feel weird describing myself ngl XD

Im 5'0 (152cm) and i have shoulder length brown hair and eyes. I also have glasses. I love to read, draw, and ice skate. I think i can be quite a shut in, not really going outside much. But i do love to spend time with friends when their not busy. I think i can be kinda touchy when im around people i love (lots of random hugs, kisses on the cheek, and hair ruffling for my little brothers lol) i can be blunt sometimes. I never mean to be rude, but sometimes i dont think before i talk. Besides that, i often always put others first and can be very protective of them (i almost fist fought someone cause they pulled a knife to my dad. Iv never even punched anyone/thing but i was ready to throw down XD which is super dumb) i also do it with emotional issues, which i admit can be very draining. Im not the smartest person if u couldnt tell XD sometimes it takes me a minute to respond cause i cant focus, or sometimes ill just be really dumb, like when i thought new zealand was in the US for wayy to long. Apart from personality, i mainly like to dress punk or emo with ripped jeans, boots, lots of red and black. Or the complete oppisite and wear yellow sun dresses ang do a full cottagecore look, my style changes weekly pretty much.

Srry that was so long, i also ramble a lot XD

Of course you can, gorgeous! And thank you for being my first-ever Death Note matchup!!! Don't worry about describing yourself; it's definitely an interesting thing to do, though sometimes difficult. And no need to apologize for the length - the more you give me, the better! If all you gave me was "Hey I'm a cancer and I have brown hair," that wouldn't do me much good x,D So please, ramblings are always welcome <3 You didn't mention your sexuality so I cannot take that into account, I am purely going based off of personality and character alone. Hope that's okay! I got your message while I was at work, and I thought about it (instead of, y'know. Doing work) and I would match you up with...

Mello

While I don't have the greatest grasp on his character, I believe you two could be a good (and bad) fit for a few reasons. Mello wouldn't necessarily mind you being a "shut in", though he leads a semi-active lifestyle, as long as you'd be willing to do something with him here and there, you're okay. Doesn't have to be anything crazy - outings with just the two of you would be fine. Going for a motorcycle ride, a relaxing hike, or at a theme park once a month would be enough to keep him content. I do think he would want a more outdoorsy partner, but at the end of the day, he feels safer knowing you're home where the chances of you getting hurt are small. So it's not a deal-breaker if you'd rather be at home, just don't prevent him from going out when he wants to pop open a cold one with the boys, and you're fine.

I picture Mello as being very physically affectionate, so your advances would be welcomed. He enjoys showing you off and he loves coddling you, loves it when you cling to him or hold his hand/arm in public.

The main reason I think you two would be a good match, though, is how feisty you seem to be. If I'm reading into it correctly, it sounds like you're very passionate about your feelings, and you may be pretty emotional - which strikes me very similarly to Mello. Not to say people need to be identical to be a match, but I think when two people with that sort of energy come together it can be a beautiful thing. You're each others' ride or die, when you're on the same page everything is amazing and you feel on top of the world...but when you disagree, your fights are explosive. You might give each other the silent treatment. You might be petty and hold onto grudges, rather than talk it out in the first place. You both might joke about being a little toxic and crazy, though you are mostly only crazy for each other... In some ways, you may enable each other with your respective "bad" behaviors, but good things can come from it, too. At the end of the day, both of you know that he has your back, and you have his. And nobody is a better hype-person than he is for you, and you are for him. However, it would be nice if, at times, you are able to be the more "logical" person to help keep him grounded.

Sometimes he might tease you a little too much when you "say something dumb" ((A/N: You're not dumb. It took me two years to understand what 'irony' was.)) and your feelings may get hurt. But if you're able to communicate this with him, Mello will apologize and feel bad.

I don't think fashion/style is important to him (for a partner - Mello definitely loves fashion for himself) but from the description of how you dress, I think Mello would find it very attractive. I can see him liking the whole e-girl / e-boy aesthetic. Maybe it's just me but I feel like Mello is a simp. Like he has the capacity to be a simp for his partner... Maybe I'm just projecting but I also think he's into the whole bimbo / himbo thing, in a partner. But maybe that's just me speaking, as I love bimbos and himbos.

Thank you for messaging me, this was fun! I'm sorry if it wasn't a character you wanted - it's just what I think, and nothing here is at all factual! Secondary Matchups: Misa Amane, Touta Matsuda. I won't give an explanation for these here, but if you are interested to hear why for these two, just send another ask and say "Hey! I'm this anon [post link to this ask] can you explain why Misa and/or Matsuda?" and I would be more than happy to write them up for you ^.^ They just wouldn't be as long/detailed as I found Mello the most fitting.

[bitchapalooza]

Australia headcanons

• He volunteers at various centers and is very hands on trying to preserve the wild life— yeah he's been killed more by the animals and fauna than he has by another nation or by unfortunate circumstance, but gosh does he still love these unholy rejects.

• When another country comes to visit and they see a kangaroo and they call it cute and how they've always wanted to pet one Australia doesn't stop them. Sometimes he encourages them. They have to learn somehow.

• He and New Zealand have foot races every once in a while. NZ wins about 80% of the time because Australia trips over his own feet a lot. Not his fault he's so lanky and has big feet...

• He has a very sweet sweet tooth.

• Australia can say the entire alphabet backwards without tripping up and rubs it in England's face because he cant even get half way through the normal way without forgetting that G comes after F.

• Porceline dolls give him the creeps.

• Out of Canada and America, Australia can do the longest "ye boi".

• Naruto weeb. Rejects Boruto canon.

• Type of person to text "im 5 mins away" even though he's still in bed.

• The one beneficial thing he learned from England was survival. If he could stomach England's food then he could sleep outside without protection of any kind.

• Has memorized every single thing that annoys NZ immediately. Bleeting like a sheep in his ear. Talking louder than is socially acceptable while indoors. Doing a surprisingly decent Goofy voice but only speaking in Shrek quotes. Saying UwU or OwO. Don't worry, NZ gets back at him by calling him British Texas.

• Australia loves all animals but Iceland's Puffin can fuck right off.

• For a while, Australia pretended to see magical creatures(with the help of Norway and Romania) to prank England. Long story short, he's still putting up the act in the event he's around England so he doesn't crush his heart. Just that hopeful and proud little smile of his....

• He unknowingly flirts too much. Sometimes flirting just happens. His pick up lines are smoother than France's.

• Has been arrested for skinny dipping more times than he's willing to admit.

• Has argued with a parrot for 30 minutes straight. Wy has this on camera.

• Wont actually admit he has abandonment issues nor will he admit he was hurt when England left him. Yeah he had NZ but he thought of England as a father figure and still does today.

• Has ADHD.

• Willingly eats bugs.

• "I cant believe you guys are making me eat crickets!"

• "No one is making you do anything."

• "Look at this one. He looks extra crunchy. Youre really about to make me eat this huh?"

• "We arent!"

• "Okay here goes. Hope youre satisfied."

• "More like disgusted..."