#imma check this out tomorrow

[faunandfloraas]

That clip of chan waking up and he just looks like he's coming from accidentally sleeping for 80 yrs and his hairs all fucked up and he doesn't know what's going on is how I feel everyday this past week and a half without my adhd meds 😖

[savage-rhi]

Having a B3 overdose be like

[diobrando]

Today was a mess im in a huge kms type of mood

[dinitride-art]

What’s happening right now: something about polls

What I’ve been doing for the past few days:

[liliallowed]

SHARAX UPLOADED A DUSTTALE TRACK HOLY SHIT

[limos2]

Wait sims 4 updated base game?! Holy shit has my life become whole again??

[midstarwarrior]

ayo???????

ik its a bot, but whys someone named afton following me-

also the fact that i was gonna actually post art for once right before they followed me(it was fucking fnaf art might i add-)

yeah

what the fuck

[yuukirita]

Waiter! Waiter! I require more angst!

Yk the "what if Optimus kills Bee instead of Megatron"??? I have a plot for that...

Imagine if like, in the midst of battle or crisis or something,

Bee went up behind optimus, wanting to just check up on the big guy

Optimus took it as a threat immediately and attacked out of defense!!! Bro's mental stability is NOT okay😂😂😂😂😂

Once he came back to reality, he realized he murdered Bee instead of some decepticon/enemy

5 stages of grief ensues

😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

I want to hear your version if you do have another one🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

mmmm

ok- i mean If I do anything might as well just draw it C: or maybe I'll make a fic of it... eh.

imma work on sometin' gimme a few hours I'll post the finish tomorrow probly C: (the art not the fic)

wait i'm busy tomorrow... welp you'll see it eventually C: hug hug

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: I’m On Fire*

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Summary: When Joe mistakenly leaves his JB9 iced-out chain while at an away game, you bless him with a little photoshoot while you're hours away in Cincinnati.

Warnings: Smut

Paring: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Just the Two of Us

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*No specific date for this fic!*

(y/n’s pov)

Joe had just left the house for an away game, and due to some work-related stuff, I wasn't able to go with him.

The pouty expression he gave me when we were standing at the front door just a little bit ago made me want to climb into his bag. His lower lip sticking out was oddly convincing, along with his blue eyes.

“Joe, you know I can't go, baby.” - you

“Please… I want you to go with me.” - Joe whined

“I wish I could go too, but I can't, J.” - you

Joe whined once again, but this time, it made me roll my eyes. My annoyance didn't last long, though, as he hunched over and laid his head on my shoulder.

“I love you.” - Joe mumbled

His face being pressed into my neck made his words muffled, but it was oddly adorable.

“I love you too, but if you don't leave now, you're going to be late.” - you

I laughed when he stood up straight and groaned.

“I'm gonna be so lonely by myself in my hotel room tonight.” - Joe

“We can Facetime, goofball.” - you

“Not the same.” - Joe whined

“Okay, enough whining. Goodbye, Joe.” - you

Joe stared at me for a few seconds, trying to come up with a response that didn't show how annoyed he really was.

“Bye…” - Joe mumbled

I stood up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Joe’s lips. When I pulled away, I giggled at the look of his flushed cheeks.

“Love you, sheisty.” - you

“Love you too.” - Joe grinned

——

Hours later, I was bored out of my mind, all alone in this big house.

I had cleaned almost the entire house, scrolled through Pinterest, made a dinner recipe I had pinned, and finished a show I had been binging - Fool Me Once.

There was pretty much nothing to do.

All I was doing right now was lying in bed, watching the ceiling fan turn, and feeling kinda sad when I got a whiff of Joe’s scent off of his pillow.

I missed him, and I saw him just hours ago.

That's what happens when your boyfriend turns into your best friend, I guess.

Joe’s game wasn't till tomorrow, but they'd probably just landed at their destination.

Maybe I should text him?

After thinking about it for a few minutes, I made up my mind and texted Joe.

hiiii

Ew, no. Sounds desperate.

What am I even talking about? I've been with this man for six years.

I had almost deleted my message, but Joe answered before I could.

HIIII! 😁

He's such a dork, I thought to myself with a giggle.

Wyd?

Nothinggg, hbu??

Do I tell the truth or make a lie to seem productive? In the end, I told the truth.

Missing you.

My heart warmed at Joe’s message back.

I miss you too. ☹️

Are you at your hotel yet?

It took Joe a few minutes to answer, but his reasoning was ironic.

Just got back from checking in actually. Imma head up to my room, take a shower, and then ft you.

Okay, I'll talk to you then! 🫶

Talk to ya then, I LOVE YOU! 🥰

I hearted his message and than sent the sentiment back.

Love you more, baby. 😘

The conversation ended after Joe’s simple but butterfly-inducing text.

Not fuckin’ possible.

——

We were on Facetime for way longer than we should have, but neither of us cared.

The call ended with the usual “I love you more” back-and-forth playful argument.

Joe won in the end, and I can't say I’m surprised because he always did.

After the call ended, I was just lying in bed, my head on Joe’s pillow, just to smell his scent.

I got bored eventually and decided to play around in the closet. Joe always forbade me from trying on his chains, but he wasn't here.

My eyes immediately widened with excitement as I opened the top drawer on Joe’s side of our walk-in closet.

Everything was cleared out except one chain, he probably took them all with him to have options for his fit tomorrow.

“Damn, this is heavy.” - you mumbled

It was the JB9 Nike check chain Joe wore for the AFC Championship in 2022.

One of my personal favorites out of his collection but too iconic to be worn again.

God, he looked so hot that day.

I stared at myself in the mirror, the chain of my boyfriend’s initials and number adorning my neck.

That's when I got the idea.

——

Settling into my bed for the night, I grabbed my phone and giggled to myself as I looked through the pictures recently taken in my camera roll.

Nothing but black lace and that iced-out chain.

——

Next Day

Joe won his game, and sure, I was happy to see him win, but being miles away from him and unable to celebrate with him put a damper on my mood.

I watched the game by myself in the living room, and then proudly watched his post-game conference.

Just a minute after Joe left the media room, I received a text from him.

Did you watch the game?

Of course. Watched your conference too, baby.

Joe didn’t answer for a few minutes, and I thought he might've gone to take his postgame shower, but his text back made me laugh.

I just got made fun of because I was blushing from your text. “You texting yo girl?”

What did you say back? 😂

I proudly said yes. 😁

A few seconds passed before another text vibrated my phone.

Hey, I gotta go shower, though. We're set to get home late tonight, so don't wait up on me.

What if I want to?

You'll wake up with me next to you in the morning either way, so no need to wait for me to get back.

He was right, so I left him alone to go shower.

——

It was around ten o'clock, and Joe had texted me just a little bit ago, saying they were on the bus to the airport.

Out of nowhere, with no context or caption with it, I sent Joe my little experiment earlier.

Attachment: 10 images

When I was left alone with Joe’s chain earlier, I took a little photo shoot with some black lace lingerie and Joe’s chain.

He'd usually take a power nap on his way to the plane, so I was surprised when his response was quick.

Joe sent a picture of himself with his eyes wide and mouth dropped open in shock.

The silly reaction picture made me giggle, but I had no idea that Joe had just pulled his bag onto his lap while on the bus in an attempt to hide the stirring between his legs.

Fucking shit, y/n. I'm getting so hard right now that I might have to rub one out on the plane.

No. 😘

Wdym, no?

How do I word this?

You always get pissed when I get off without you, how about a taste of your own medicine?

I don't get pissed…

Joe, honey.

Please, baby.

No.

Joe sighed and put his phone on his chest, discreetly slipping his hand down his sweatpants to rearrange the erection in his boxers. He's so hard just from the sight of nothing but lingerie and his initials in the form of diamonds on your body.

He so wished he was with you, inside you.

——

When Joe got home, it was really late.

You were already sleeping, so when Joe slipped into the bedroom he made sure to be quiet.

Joe stood there for a few seconds, just admiring how peaceful you looked while sleeping.

A small smile found its way onto his face when he noticed you were wearing his t-shirt and snuggled onto his pillow instead of yours.

After staring for a lot longer than he anticipated, Joe put his bag down and took his sweatshirt off before crawling into bed beside you.

You stirred for a bit, feeling the presence of someone else near you. After moving around for a bit, you were met with a hard chest, but you knew it all too well.

Joe grinned to himself when you snuggled into him, your face against his pec. He ran his fingers through your hair, and soon, you were peacefully sleeping again.

Feeling tired but unable to sleep, Joe discreetly grabbed his phone to see the messages he wasn't able to answer on the plane and his drive home.

You sent him a video?

Joe made sure his volume was down before pressing play on the video. His eyes went wide when he was met with the sight of you fingering yourself.

All at once, Joe’s heart rate picked up, he started sweating, and his cock stirred in his sweatpants.

He didn't need volume to know you were moaning his name with each thrust of your fingers. Joe was able to read your lips.

The sight of your head thrown back, bare chest, and your sweet heat swallowing your fingers had Joe fully erect in a matter of a minute.

He needed you badly.

Joe can admit he was thinking with his dick and not his brain when he shook you awake. In his defense, most of his blood supply was in the wrong head.

“Joey?” - you mumbled

“Shit- sorry I woke you up…” - Joe

“I missed you…” - you

His heart fluttered, and he hoped you wouldn't shift around and feel him. Please just go back to sleep.

In all honesty, Joe felt guilty waking you up with his sexual needs in mind. He felt horrible and selfish.

“Missed you too, baby.” - Joe

You moved around and Joe’s eyes went wide. Please don't feel it. Please don't feel it.

Abruptly, you paused your shifting and looked up at Joe’s face. Maybe she just found a comfortable spot?

It was hard to make out Joe’s features in the dark, but you could see his piercing blue eyes easily.

Unbeknownst to Joe, you'd felt his hard-on as soon as he got it, but you wanted to mess with him, make him beg for it.

Slowly, you reached your hand out and palmed his bulge. Joe bit his lower lip to stop an audible reaction as you started rubbing him.

“He missed me too, huh?” - you giggle

“Fuck- so much.” - Joe

“Take your pants off, Joe.” - You

Joe shed his pants and boxers off faster than the speed of light, all because his girl asked.

Now that he was completely free from restraint, Joe got even harder, and he didn't think that was possible.

You spit into your hand and firmly grasped his cock, a plan forming in your mind as you started to jerk him off.

Joe was a groaning mess, relishing in the feel of your hand around his length because he'd needed this for days.

Precum was beading at Joe’s tip, so you maneuvered yourself around to take him into your mouth.

“Sh-it.” - Joe moaned

He was close, so close.

“Baby- I'm gonna… cum!” - Joe

You pulled off of him, trying to follow your plan of edging him until he couldn't help but beg for you to finish him off, but Joe was too close to stop his inevitable orgasm.

With a loud moan, Joe shot his load onto your face, some making it into your mouth.

Both of you were surprised when it happened, looking at each other with wide eyes.

“I- I'm sorry…” - Joe

“No, don't be.” - you

You reached out and put a hand on his chest, rubbing comforting circles on it.

He grabbed a tissue off of his nightstand and wiped his cum off of your face.

“That was kinda embarrassing…” - Joe

“Why?” - you

Your voice was soft, a little sad yourself that Joe felt embarrassed.

“I don't know, I couldn't stop it from happening, but it happened so fast. Like under three minutes? That's embarrassing.” - Joe

“Joe, don't be embarrassed. How long you last doesn't matter to me at all, I just wanna make you feel good.” - you

He nodded but bit the insides of his cheeks.

“I think it's kinda hot that I can get you off that fast. Makes me feel good about myself.” - you

“Really? You don't think it's funny or embarrassing?” - Joe

“No, baby.” - you

You leaned up and pressed a big kiss to Joe’s lips, one of his legs slotting between yours, causing you to grind down onto his thigh.

“Mmm, Joey baby.” - you moaned

“That's it.” - Joe

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Next Morning

You woke up with a grin on your face as you replayed last night's events in your mind.

Joe had gotten you off twice with his fingers and tongue before he filled you up with his thick cock.

In the back of his mind, he was still feeling a little self-conscious about his first orgasm of the night, but he wouldn't let it show.

When you two were in the shower cleaning up, you could tell something was on Joe’s mind and that something was what had happened earlier.

Without saying anything, you dropped to your knees when his back was to you. He turned around and looked down at you, his dick stirring to life at the all-too-familiar position.

Despite the fact you two had just gone four rounds, Joe’s craving for you was never-ending.

You'd slowly reached out to stroke him, and you finished him off with your mouth.

He manhandled you back to your feet before pressing you against the shower wall.

“If you want me to stop, I will, but you started this.” - Joe

The feel of his thick length against your behind, and his hands holding you in place was getting you worked up all over again.

“Fuck me, Joey.” - you

You two ended the night giggling in bed as you counted up the number of orgasms shared between you two that night.

“Four for me, four for you, gah-lee!” - Joe

“I’m not gonna be able to walk tomorrow morning.” - you

“Fuck I might even have a limp.” - Joe

You were pulled out of your fantasies when Joe walked into the bedroom. Toes curled at the sweet sight of him.

Joe wore nothing but a bashful smile, a pair of sweatpants, and raging bedhead.

“Hi.” - you smiled

“Hi. How'd you sleep?” - Joe

“Good. Get in bed with me?” - you

He did as you asked and curled up in bed beside you, pulling you into his chest in the process.

“Where were you?” - you

“Uh… nowhere…” - Joe

You sat up and looked at him, giving him a skeptical look as you narrowed your eyes at him.

Joe sighed and broke your eye contact.

“I was doing something downstairs. It was supposed to be a surprise after you got ready, but you can come downstairs now.” - Joe

You excitedly jumped out of Joe’s arms and ran out of the bedroom, your hand grabbing his as he followed you.

When you two got downstairs, you saw the dining table set up like a date. Breakfast on both of the plates and a bouquet of roses between them.

Joe walked away from you for a second and grabbed a rose.

He walked back up to you and held the flower in front of his bare chest.

“Go on a date with me?” - Joe

You grinned at your boyfriend so big that your cheeks hurt.

“Of course.” - you

Joe handed the single rose to you, and you stood up on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his smooth cheek.

“Thank god, woulda been really awkward if you said no.” - Joe

“I'd never say no to you.” - you laughed

The blush on his cheeks went deep, almost to the shade of the rose he gave you.

You spent the rest of the morning laughing with the handsome man you loved so deeply, wondering about how you got so lucky, and thinking about your future with him.

You were so grateful to have a man you could laugh with, share secrets with, tell all the drama to, and have intense intimate moments with. Sometimes, all within the same day or hour.

It was scary to realize how much of yourself you put in Joe’s hands, but you trusted him more than anything.

The sweet thoughts and realizations were swirling in your mind and making you smile. You'd been staring out of the window, but your thoughts were abruptly interrupted…

*BURP*

Your wide eyes snapped over to Joe, who was holding a hand over his mouth and shared the same wide-eyed look.

“Sorry, didn't expect it to be that loud.” - Joe laughed

“Gosh, I love you.” - you laughed along with him

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Authors note: GOT IT OUT BEFORE MONDAY! ��

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Hope you enjoyed! ❤️❤️

[allywthsr]

WARMING UP | (l.norris)

summary: you come home from a shopping trip and Lando warms you up

wordcount: 1k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: Y/N is friends with Charlotte Síne

advent calendar

”Lando? You home?“

You were coming back from a shopping trip with Charlotte, even after Charles and her broke up, you two stayed good friends. And with you living in Monaco, because Lando and you moved here a few years ago, and most of your friends in different countries, you were glad to have a friend near you.

You just came into the hallway and yelled out for Lando, it was freezing in Monaco, and you forgot to put on your gloves, your shoes also weren’t the best ones to keep you warm, you kept looking out for new ones, but you haven’t found the perfect pair yet. With still your bags in your hands you yelled out for Lando one more time. ”Lando?“

He also didn’t answer, you wondered where he could be, so you put the bags on the ground, grabbed your phone out of your purse, and checked his ’Find My‘ status, you two had the location tracker on, on your iPhone, so you could always see where the other was, it wasn’t like you two were stalking the other, mostly you were together anyways, but it was nice to have it when you’re shopping together in a mall and lose the other. Or for a situation like this, when you came home from something and he wasn’t answering, the little picture you set for him appeared close to you and in your building, quickly you removed your shoes and the rest of your winter clothing and went for the hunt of Lando Norris.

First, you checked the living room, no sight of Lando, next you looked into the kitchen, maybe he was making himself a tea or a snack, but no, no Lando. Maybe the bedroom? Nada. You checked both bathrooms but he also wasn’t there, utility room was empty as well, so the only place he could be was his gaming room. You opened the door and saw him sitting on his gaming chair in front of his computer.

”Lan?“, you softly whispered.

He turned around and his eyes lit up, ”Baby! You’re home.“

He got up and walked to you, embracing you in a hug and pressing a few kisses to your lips.

”Yes, I’ve been looking for you in the whole apartment, even yelled out your name and shit.“

”I‘m sorry, I didn’t hear you. I guess my headphones were too loud.“

”It’s fine, are you streaming?“

”No, just playing some games with the guys, I can log off after the round?“

”Mhm, please.“

He kissed your lips once more and put his hands on your cheeks, stroking them, ”Baby, you’re freezing! Imma log off now, do you want to lie down on the bed? I‘m coming to cuddle after I make you a hot chocolate, yeah?“

You nodded and put your head on his chest, breathing in his scent, with one last look in his eyes, you turned around and went to the bedroom. With fresh clothes, that belonged to Lando, and under the warm covers you already warmed up a little, yet you waited for Lando to come and cuddle you, that way you would be warm in no time.

”I got your hot chocolate, even added some marshmallows, why are you so cold?“, he placed the mug next to the bed on the bedside table, opened the blanket, and slipped in next to you, he opened his arms and you cuddled close to him, lying your head on his shoulder. He reached over to the bedside table and gave you the mug with the hot beverage, you carefully took a few sips after you sat up and answered his question.

”I don’t know, I guess I need actual winter shoes and thicker scarfs, maybe gloves too.“

”Baby, I told you multiple times you need to buy more winter clothing.“

”I know, but it’s so expensive and I can’t seem to find something I truly like.“

”If you want, we can go shopping for clothes tomorrow.“

You nodded and cuddled closer to his chest, you could already feel that your hands got warmer and your feet were warming up too. His legs were entangled with yours, and he tried to keep them as close as possible to his own, giving his warmth to you. You drank the rest of your hot chocolate and gave the empty mug back to Lando, so he could put it back on the bedside table.

”But how was your day with Charlotte?“

”It was good, we had a lot of fun, I can show you the stuff we got later or tomorrow, I tried to find new shoes but you know me, I always buy what I don’t need. I need more space in our closet because I bought like five new hoodies.“

”Why do you buy yourself hoodies? You mostly wear mine anyway.“

You let out some air, ”I know, I just like hoodies, what can I say.“

He let out a laugh and cradled you closer, rubbing your arms with his hands to try and get you to warm up quicker.

”Are you warming up?“

”A little.“

He wrapped his arms around your shoulder again and hugged you close while pressing several kisses to your head, making sure you were comfortable. The comfort he was providing made you sleepy, and your eyes started to close more often.

”I hope you know how comfortable you are, Lan.“

”And I hope you know how perfect you fit inside of my arms, love.“

”I will fall asleep in a second, but please don’t leave me, you’re too comfy.“

”I need to change into my sleepwear, but then I am yours for the night.“

He got up and quickly pulled off his sweatpants and T-shirt, exchanging the shirt for a different one and he kept on his boxershort, he went to the bathroom for a pee and then came back to cuddle you.

”Baby, you’re freezing again.“

”Because you were gone.“

”I am here now, let’s sleep yeah? I will not let you go all night.“

With that, he laid down on his side with you in front of him and he pulled you close to his chest, keeping you cuddled to himself all night long.

[typicalopposite]

fuck it friday <3

Thank you @bidisasterevankinard for the tag and @ironspiderdad12 for the TEN emojis! (I found five more on another post I am so sorry for missing them!) so in place of counting the fifty sentence imma just give you a big snippet from the new Tommy post break up mpreg!

title: Hopes & Fears

He’ll be fine … eventually.

For now, he goes back into work feeling like shit… and looking like it too– as pointed out by everyone. “What the hell, Kinard?” Captain Torrence looks him over in what could either be disgust or concern, but Tommy is too exhausted from getting hardly any sleep in his time off to worry about which it is. “You’re not going up like this,” Torrence concludes, hearing none of Tommy’s arguments that he is fine. 

So Tommy is left on the ground all shift. He drinks another of his shakes to sustain the hunger of not packing a lunch, and passes the time the team is out on calls hitting the in-house gym– it's not as nice as the 118’s. Nothing about Harbor is even comparable to the 118, not as it is now anyway. He lifts weights and does squats and burpees and any other workout he can think of until his body is sore and cramping up. By the end of shift he is getting odd looks from everyone, especially his captain. 

It’s fine.

He’s fine.

He stops by the pharmacy on his way home to pick up more of the protein shakes, since he has gone through the pack fairly quickly. He rounds the corner to where the tests are, glancing over at them as he passes. There’s a single test that's only a few dollars… He could just– No. His stomach growls from lack of being properly fed so he hurries home to fill it with more artificial nutrients. 

His next shift he makes sure to keep up his appearance so he’s not man behind again. The facade is exhausting to uphold but he manages– he all but collapses when he steps through his door… but it’s fine.

He is fine. 

He stops by the pharmacy a couple days later, and feels his heart seize up when they are out of the butter pecan flavor. “No… no no no…” he gasps, moving the vanilla and chocolate shakes to the side, checking behind them for a lone pack of butter pecan. “Oh, come on…” Tears start to burn his eyes and he feverishly tries to blink them away. He could come back tomorrow… but he needs them today. He could get a different flavor… but he doesn’t want a different flavor. 

“Is everything okay, sir?” An associate– the same from before– asks, and again Tommy jolts from shock. “I am so sorry!” she exclaims.

“It’s– it’s okay. I’m okay. I’m fine…” Tommy says– Tommy lies. 

“Are you sure?” she presses, then follows his gaze to the empty spot on the shelf. “I could check in the back for you?” The offer shouldn’t make the tears come harder… but it does. He nods, and she smiles kindly at him. “I’ll be right back.”

Some other customers wander onto the aisle, and he quickly walks away, rubbing at his eyes, to avoid more perception. He rounds to the aisle with the pregnancy tests, and even though he should go somewhere else– somewhere he belongs… because he doesn’t belong on this aisle with something he doesn’t even need– he stays and looks at them. He reads the packaging for each option as best as he can without actually taking one off the shelf. 

“Here you go,” the associate– Gena, he reads on her name tag now that he’s not busy running away from her– says, returning with a couple packs of the butter pecan flavor. She stops in front of him, looking from him to the tests and back, before holding the shakes out to him. “Need help with… anything else?”

“Uh, no…” he says, giving one more quick glance at the tests. “This was all. Thanks Gena.” 

“You are very welcome…” 

“T- Tommy.”

“You are very welcome Tommy,” she reiterates, with a friendly smile. “If we’re ever out just let me know and I’ll gladly hunt them down in the back for you.”

It’s the first non-hostile interaction he’s had with… anyone… in a while. It’s nice… For the first time he thinks he’s fine, and he actually feels fine. He pays for the shakes, and goes home. The house is so quiet and lonely… Maybe what he needs is a friend… as cliche and just depressingly sad as that sounds. He calls up Sal.

Sal is unavailable due to two of his three kids, and his wife, having strep… he is in charge of running the house and playing nurse. He grumbles about it to Tommy until the coughing and soft crying in the background has him excusing himself to go handle everything. Tommy sighs and tries Lucy next.

She is in Vancouver on vacation with her new girlfriend. He didn’t even know she was in a relationship… Oh how things change when you no longer see each other nearly everyday. He should have expected it, though; look at how things ended with Hen, and with Howie– they had gotten so close. After he went to Harbor he never really spoke to Hen again, and Howie had become a once in a blue moon out for drinks, or classic movie night friend-- more like acquaintance. “Hey,” Lucy says softly, breaking him out of his thoughts. “You okay? Do I– do I need to come home? You need me to come kick someone's ass?” 

Tommy forces out a laugh. “No… I– I’m fine.” He has to be fine… this is going to eventually kill him if he can’t convince even himself that he is fine. “I’m fine,” he repeats. “Enjoy your trip, Luce. We can… get together once you're back.” He says it with such conviction, he doesn’t believe it even a little. 

He decides against calling Howie… or Hen… or Eddie… After he broke up with Evan, he hasn’t spoken to anyone from the 118... no need to start now.

He stares at his contacts– scrolls through until he finds Evan’s contact… it says Buck now. It doesn’t even have an emoji, or a contact picture. Just Buck. He almost calls him… He thinks hearing his voice might be enough... he settles for a video he still has saved in his phone instead. 

It's a video of Evan feeding ducks. The evening sun sinking in the distance, painting the sky the most beautiful colors… such a fitting background for such a beautiful person. Evan, with his eyes twinkling and joyful, a bag of stale bread in one hand and a handful of broken off pieces in the other. He tossed them out to the ducks that were swimming around in the lake. A momma and her babies come out of the water and begin waddling towards him and you would have thought he’d just been given the greatest gift in the world. 

“Tommy look!!” He practically squeaks, breaking some of the pieces into smaller ones for the babies. “Hi there baby,” he coos at one of them, the duckling chancing its luck by stepping up onto Evan’s shoe, it looks up at him and his smile is of pure bliss. Just seeing his smile gave Tommy pure bliss. Tommy records him feeding and talking to the ducklings until he runs out of bread. Only then does he look over and notice the phone aimed at him. “Seriously,” he laughs, jogging over to Tommy to move the camera out of the way for a kiss. 

“What? You’re so adorable, I couldn’t help myself…” Tommy said, the ending muffled by Evan’s lips before the video cuts off. Tommy restarts it; he needs to hear Evan’s voice again… and again… and again… Until his phone’s battery is drained, and he has cried all his body will physically allow him to cry, and he finally falls asleep

He manages being fine for another week.

Another week of ignoring everyone’s judgmental looks at work. Another week of ignoring his body’s drastic changes; convincing himself it’s from his efforts in eating less, drinking more— more water, more protein shake, occasionally more alcohol… sometimes one right after another. Another week of denial and avoidance of a particular aisle in a particular pharmacy every time he needs a new case of his butter pecan flavored shakes. (Poor Gena has finally given up asking if he needs help.)

Then just how not fine he is catches up to him. 

He is mid-flight, responding to a call. He is thousands of feet in the air. He is— he was fine… and then he’s not. 

“Take over,” he says, voice low and a little shaky. Of course it’s none other than his favorite transfer in the cockpit with him. 

“The fuck do you mean take over?” 

“The fuck do you think I mean? Take. Over.” He feels hot and clammy and suddenly his flight suit is skin tight and midway through trying to get it opened he starts to feel like he’s about to– His head suddenly falls forward and a hand slaps against his chest shoving him back against his seat. “What the hell, Kinard!?” Kyle’s voice booms through his headset.

He refuses being dropped off at the hospital, but ‘I’m fine’ is no longer cutting it with his captain who is seeing red when they return to the hangar. Tommy feels like a child being scolded as the older man paces behind his desk, randomly stopping to glare up at Tommy, who is sitting stoically silent, fiddling with his thumbs. “Go home,” Torrence finally says, and before Tommy can open his mouth to speak, a hand is thrown up to silence him. “Son, when I took this position… Collier couldn’t sing your praises enough. A damn good pilot, hard ass worker, dependable, smart, a little standoffish and guarded but you’ll get used to it.” He looks at Tommy and sighs. “I’ve seen the man Collier was talking about, and I know this–” He waves his hand towards Tommy and shakes his head. “I don’t know what exactly is going on with you, but this is not the same pilot from when I started.”  

“Cap I–” 

“I swear to God if you say you’re fine…” Torrence snaps. He was actually going to say he was sorry, instead he just clamps his mouth shut. “I can not have you passing out in the air. Whatever this is, has become a safety risk for not only you but your team as well. Take your 48 and get it figured out… take longer if you need… but don’t come back to work until it is.”

So Tommy hangs his head. He doesn't argue, because what argument did he even have? He knows he's been neglecting his health, and he very likely would have crashed had he not had a copilot with him. He avoids looking up as he exits the hangar; he can feel all eyes on him anyway. He can hear Kyle scoff from over by one of the birds. He has the strongest urge to get in his truck, leave, and never come back– regardless of what he finds out. 

Instead he drives to the pharmacy. 

He walks in and goes straight to the dreaded aisle, passes the tests, stops at the end and walks back… passing them again. He may or may not, but definitely does this multiple times. Sometimes stopping and looking at the tests for a moment, before continuing on his way. Sometimes almost reaching out and just grabbing one. Never committing… always ends with him running (well, walking quickly) away before he does something drastic. He doesn’t even know why his brain keeps dwelling on this. He is not. He can not be. He would know. How would he not– He starts to pass them, sees a couple turning onto the aisle and turns to go the other way… nearly colliding with Gena. “Oh! Shit, I– I’m sorry…” he says backing away, feeling heat rush to his cheeks. “I just was…”

“Looking for something?” she glances over at the tests, and offers a soft smile. 

“Oh… no. No, I–” Tommy’s mouth feels dry, his heart is pounding. The couple grab one of the boxes without even examining them– without even a second thought on the matter. They turn and walk away and for some reason that’s what causes a crack in the dam that has been desperately trying to hold everything back. “I- I mean… It's been almost half a year. There’s no way, right? I’m overthinking this, right? I– I would have known by now… r- right?!” He starts to pace, and Gena just quietly listens. “So I– I’ve gained a little weight… and– and I get a little extra tired… S- So what if I like tuna nachos…” Gena raises her brows and the words are just pouring out of Tommy faster than he can formulate them coherently. “A- And if I’m a little emotional,” he says, voice breaking. “Well, I have gone through the w- worst break up… of my entire life, and–” he stops to catch his breath– to laugh at himself for being so weak. “–and I did it to myself. I left him. I left Evan. I’m an idiot! Of course I’m emotional about that…” He frantically wipes at his eyes, and tries to control his breathing– neither do much of anything. “I c- can’t be,” he says. “I can’t be; because if I am then that means it’s his, a- and I–” 

He finally looks at the tests. 

He finally takes off the rose colored glasses. 

The dam finally breaks. 

Gena doesn’t say a word, just grabs a test off the shelf. “Listen… Do you have someone to take this with?” she asks, placing the box in Tommy’s shaking hands.

He looks down at it and tries to blink back the new rush of tears, just pushing them over and down his cheeks instead. He shakes his head. “I don’t have anyone…” he whispers. “Not anymore…”

Gena dips her head so he’ll look at her and smiles, squeezing the hand holding the test. “Well you do now. Come on,” she says softly, leading him towards the back of the store. 

She takes him into the associate's restroom and locks the door behind them. It’s spacious and actually really nice. Tommy almost laughs at how the basic stalls of the customer restroom pales in comparison– almost. She opens the test, takes out the little stick and pulls the cap off the bristles– handing both to Tommy and motioning for him to take them to a stall. He does, feeling like he is functioning on autopilot, unable to do much more than what he’s told. He pees on the stick… slips the cap on and walks out to the sink to wash his hands. 

He really should have turned it over when he sat it on the counter because his curiosity betrays him and he glances at it without thinking, seeing a dark line already visible in the result window. “What…” he gasps, already feeling out of breath, picking the test up to see better. Gena comes over and looks as well, but doesn’t speak. “That– That’s the control line… right?” She remains silent, and a few seconds later the actual control line appears. Tommy feels all the blood drain from his face. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. “Could you, uhm… go get another test.”

Gena gives him a sympathetic smile, and nods. Returning with a pack of three.

He takes them all. They all deliver the same result. An extremely dark positive line that shows up before the control line is even activated. “What’s the chance that they’re all wrong…” he asks… knowing the answer.

“Very slim,” Gena replies, a comforting hand placed on Tommy’s back.

Tommy stares down at the four tests; the four positive tests. “Oh god…” he gasps, suddenly feeling light headed and nauseous. Gena helps him over to an armchair in the corner of the room and he collapses onto it. “Douchebag Kyle was right…” he chokes out a laugh laced in a sob. “He was right… I’m actually… I– I’m such an idiot… Why didn’t I test sooner…” 

“You’re not an idiot, Tommy…” Gena says softly. She pulls the second chair over and sits in front of him. “You said it’s been almost half a year?” He wipes at his eyes, and nods. “Have you not felt any movement?” 

Tommy’s head snaps up. “Oh my god… I– I haven’t. I haven’t… Have– Have I…” He tries to think back… he can’t recall a single time. He presses his hand into his chest, attempting to stop his heart from beating itself free. “I’ve been working this whole time… I’ve been working out… I haven’t been eating. I–” his eyes widen in horror. “I’ve been drinking… I– I–”

Gena leans closer, and takes Tommy’s hands. “Shhh… breathe…” she instructs. Breathing is the last concern Tommy has at the moment. Why should he get to if he–

“What if I h- hurt the baby?” he gasps. “B- Buck wants to be a dad so badly… he would have been so happy. And– and now I’ve…” 

“Tommy, don't do that to yourself,” Gena says. “You don’t know–”

“Exactly! I don’t know!” he cries. “I would be over halfway through this pregnancy and I didn’t even know. Now I have to tell Evan–”

“Wait…” Gena cuts him off. “I’m sorry, but who are you saying the other father is… Evan or– or Buck?” 

Tommy feels his cheeks heat up, and dips his head. “It’s the same person…” he explains. “Everyone calls him Buck… I called him Evan– his actual name. I stopped when we broke up– when I broke up with him…”

Gena is silent for a moment. “O- Okay… and Evan, or Buck– he would be happy about this? He’d be supportive?” Tears well back up into Tommy’s eyes, because of course he would be. He sniffles, and nods. “Then that’s good! Then once you figure out what’s going on, it will be easier to tell him.” Tommy lifts his eyes to her, scared. “You have to tell him, Tommy.” 

“I– I know… but what if I did hurt this– this baby… his baby… o- our baby.” Tommy runs a hand over his stomach and feels sick at how blatantly obviously pushed out it already is. He’d told himself he was bloated, it was a beer belly, it was stress weight– it was their baby all along… and he’d failed to take care of it. Evan’s going to hate him; hate him even more, anyway…

“Look,” Gena says, squeezing Tommy’s hand. “I can’t guarantee you everything is going to be okay… but I can point you in the direction of a good doctor, and help you get set up with an appointment, if you’d like.”

“You– You’d do that… for me?” 

“Of course!” Gena smiles brightly. She grabs some kleenex from the table beside them and hands them to Tommy. “That’s what friends are for… even brand new ones.”

Tommy dabs at his eyes, and manages a smile back. At least– if nothing else good comes from this– he has made a friend. 

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[corkinavoid]

Obsessed With You by Cosmicandy

Theater gothic/Phantom of the opera

(For some horrific reason I couldn't think of a trope)

DPxDC Phantom in the Opera

9/2 sat

Went to Gotham City Opera to see Eugene Onegin with B & Dames. The performance sucked ass (as modern takes on classics usually do), but during Tatyana's aria, some tech guy dropped a rubber chicken from catwalks right on stage. I bet it was on purpose since the lead's voice sounded much similar to the sound that chicken made. Wish I could shake the dude's hand, that was truly the crescendo of the whole scene.

15/2 sun

Came by GCO on the way to WE. Had some time to spare, so decided to go in and find the rubber chicken guy to thank him for the laugh last week. Thought he might appreciate the positive feedback since he was defo yelled at for the stunt. Turns out everyone blames it on a 'ghost'. Using 'Phantom of the Opera' as a cover story is poor taste, in my opinion, but on the other hand, it worked, and who am I to judge.

17/2 mon

Got curious and pulled up the records of GCO employees. No one matches the guy I've seen on the catwalks.

18/2 tue

Blackmailed Damian into drawing the guy. No match through the face recognition program. Should have expected that, really; the one cute guy with a sense of humor I meet (or see, actually), and he doesn't exist.

20/2 thur

Can't stop thinking about the rubber chicken guy. Might have to go back to GCO and ask about the whole ghostly rumor. Last time, no one bat an eye at the 'ghost' excuse, now that I think about it. Has it happened before? Is it a go-to explanation for any prank no one wants to take credit for?

26/2 wed

Visited GCO at night. Seen the guy, but the cam footage came back corrupted when checked downstairs. So maybe the fact that his hair was floating and glowing in the dark was not a hallucination.

27/2 thur

Definitely not a hallucination! Good news: got a sample. Bad news: after analysis, the data also came back corrupted. Weird news: the hair keeps glowing even after it's been cut off.

2/3 sun

The guy's name is Danny. Ghost story confirmed. I'm having a crisis.

4/3 tue

I'm not sure if I want to know absolutely everything there is to know about him or I want to forget everything I've already learned. But then, I've already got so far. Might as well commit to the bit?

8/3 sat

Was invited to see La Traviata tomorrow. Can I still call that reconnaissance, or am I in date territory?

10/3 mon

...it was a date. On an entirely unrelated note, Teddy Hyde ruined all my attempts at coming prepared.

18/3 tue

Heard a new rumor among GCO staff members. They suspect the ghost in their opera is having a crush on Red Robin. Not sure where they've got that idea, but it sure took them some time to notice.

19/3 wed

Damian keeps staring at me at dinners. Maybe I should take that portrait of Danny that he did down from the wall over my bed.

22/3 sat

Going on a date today, and this time, it's definitely a date! Feels like I should be having a crisis over dating a ghost, but somehow, I'm only having a crisis over outfit choices.

61/0° gBs

hEy, yoU're keEEpinG a DIary¡ aboUt Me!¡ ThAt"s cuTe FUCK OFF DANNY THIS IS PRIVATE INFORMATION GET OUT heHeheEhe no~

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The thing is, I loved the song. And I loved the aesthetic. And I had such a goddamn hard time figuring out how to fit them together; I went through at least three different setups before deciding fuck it imma write silly boys being silly and wish for the best.

Dare I say it turned out cute as fuck, even though I still missed the mark on theater gothic aesthetic for the most part. Anyway, have a few pictures for general vibes!

[Just so you know, if you enter 'sex with a ghost' into google, the first few results will be the lyrics to 'Sex with a Ghost' by Terry Hyde, which is why Tim's research has been rather fruitless]

[restinslices]

Angst Idea: Headcanons or one shot is up to you; but the idea of Bi-Han’s kid died awhile ago prior to the games events(probably do to a rival clan wanting to take out the next heir of the clan) and it fuels a lot of his resentment towards liu Kang and stuff. It’s not until he meets one of the versions of his kid from a different timlime( probably during Khaos regins or during one of the many invasion seasons) and he ends up desperately trying to connect with this version of his kid even if it’s not really his original version of them.

Oh this is delicious.

I'm writing this on the tumblr website so I can’t check the word count, soooo to prevent this from being stupidly long, Imma split this into two parts (if ya’ll want the next part).

CW: Angst, child death, non canon storyline

(He so damn fine. The red flags just looking like flags~)

Bi-Han knew he had his faults. He was ill tempered, dishonest, untrusting, held grudges, the list could go on and on. All those flaws disappeared when he was around a special someone, tossed in the wind and floating about, waiting until he was away from them.

He wouldn't blame anyone for assuming he'd be a strict father who took issue with everything his child did. He knew Kuai Liang and Tomas assumed he'd be just like that, only to be surprised when he proved himself to be the gentlest of souls when it came to his baby.

"Aw man!" The seven year old pouted as they kicked at a rock, "okay, you hide next and I'll try to find you!". Hide and Seek had been their favorite game for years now, for reasons he didn't know. He just chalked it up to one of the many things they found intriguing that he personally didn't care for. They covered their eyes with their hands, "one! Two! Three-!

Bi-Han's rough hands pulled theirs from their eyes, "playtime is over". He had already let them skip out on the last hour of their lessons. He had to be somewhat sensible and at least get them to bed on time. "We'll play again tomorrow"

"But I wanna play now"

"Yeah? Well-"

A gasp followed by a squeal left them, which honestly could've meant a number a things. Children were excitable by nature but he swore they had more energy than any normal child did.

"Daddy look!" his eyes followed where they pointed, eventually seeing…

A butterfly.

A butterfly?

That's what got them excited? "Isn't it pretty?

Not necessarily. It was just a butterfly. A little insect with wings. Whatever caused them to squeal, he didn't see it. But he also wasn't a child anymore. His mind had been reigned in by the reality of being an adult long ago, his childish wonder dripping out of him until there was nothing left. "It's a butterfly"

"But isn't it pretty?". He shrugged. "You don't like butterflies?

"I don't care for them"

"Why not?

"I just don't. Come on, let's go home"

His extended hand went ignored, his child instead choosing to slowly approach the flower the butterfly sat on. "I think you should start liking butterflies. They're small, but small things keep us happy". Ugh, what cereal box did they read that from?

"I'll considerate it" he said, trying not to sound as uninterested as he actually was. "Let's go home"

"Hey dad" you looked over at him, "I'm gonna make history when I'm Grandmaster. Wanna know how?

Hmm... Your intellect maybe? You'll be known as the wisest Grandmaster the Lin Kuei have had so far. Or maybe your strength. You'll crush the bones in someone's body without even thinking. Or maybe you'll be fast enough to kill 1000 men within the blink of an eye. Or maybe-

"I'm gonna be happy"

Happy? How would being happy make history?

"Grandpa was pretty grumpy sometimes. You are too. Maybe Grandmasters are always grumpy. I won't be though. I'm gonna be the very first happy Grandmaster. You wanna know how?". You fully turned to face him, arms outstretched "like this. I'll have open arms"

As smart as Bi-Han was, you had fully lost him by now. "Open arms?

You nodded, "yeah. That means I won't be all angry and violent all the time. I'll be kind. That's what I wanna be when I grow up; kind. I think everyone would be a lot more happier if everyone was kind. Everyone doesn't have to be sad and angry". The butterfly began to flutter away, catching your attention. "Maybe I'll inspire others to greet the world with open arms. You think I can do that?”

No. As harsh as it sounded, Bi-Han knew what you wanted was impossible. People would always yell, fight and kill. The world would continue to be ugly because that's just how the world was. There was no "greeting the world with open arms". That wasn't realistic. No Grandmaster was happy because being a Grandmaster meant carrying a heavy burden. You'd see.

But he couldn't tell you that. You looked too sweet and innocent, eyes full of light when thinking about a future that couldn't be.

"I think... " he began, setting his hand down on your shoulder. "I think you can do whatever you set your mind to"

That smile was worth the lie.

"Can we play one more round of hide and seek before we go home? Please please please? I won't even choose a super good hiding spot, and we can use the clap rules! Please please please please pleeeeeasssee?”

No! You need to get to bed!

"Alright, fine"

Dammit Bi-Han. Just one more round, then you'd be off to bed. Then he swore he'd be more strict with you.

"Close your eyes!”

Yeah yeah, he knew how the game went. He closed his eyes before covering them with his hands (because you always sword he was peeking if he didn't cover his eyes), then counted loudly. 1, 2, 3, he shouted each number until he got to 10. "First clap!”

Clap clap!

East.

His feet carried him while his eyes scanned the area. The faster he found you, the faster you could both be inside. He wouldn't admit it, but damn, he was tired. A mix of both physical and mental exhaustion, but he tried his best to hide all that from you.

"Second clap!”

He waited a bit.

Silence.

"Second clap!" he shouted louder. Still, all he got was silence in return. There was no way you didn't hear him. You always heard him when he called for you. "Clap or we're going home!".

More silence.

Then a ear piercing scream.

"DAD, HELP!”

You were a jokester, yeah, but this was no prank. You'd never play like this with him, and that scream, it was of genuine horror. It was a tone he had never heard you use before. A tone that scared the hell out of him, and caused him to run in the direction where he last heard you clap.

He kept running, calling out for you, heart thumping faster than it ever had before. A snake. Let it be a snake that frightened you. Or a spider. Anything but you actually being harmed. “WHERE ARE YOU?!”.

“DAD!”.

He was getting closer.

He could hear you crying.

All these stupid fucking trees were in his way. He kept having to finagle his way through them, which only added to his panic. Seconds wasted on trying not to run straight into one. “I’M COMING!”.

“DAD!”

“I’M-“ he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you. A nightmare. That’s what he wanted this to be. This couldn’t be real. You couldn’t actually be laying on the ground, blood seeping from the several stab wounds you had. How? He had just saw you!

Someone had been watching you. How hadn’t he noticed?!

“I have you” he ran to your side, heart tearing into two when he heard you cry in reaction to him sitting you up. “Daddy’s here. I have you”. Who would do this to you?! Who would attack a child just trying to play with their father?!

“I’m scared” you managed to get out in between your heavy breathing. So was he.

“Don’t be. I have you”.

“I don’t wanna die”.

“You won’t! I’ll get you home!”. You blinked, but it lasted too long. He had to get you home now! “Stay awake. I have you”. That’s all he wanted you to do. Just stay awake and let him get you help.

Your breathing changed almost at an instant. Your hyperventilating slowed, which was the exact opposite of what he wanted. “Dad…”.

Bi-Han watched as you let out your last breath.

Your eyes were still open, but they lacked the warmth from earlier. They were lifeless now, no light in sight. A smile no longer graced your face. There was no talk of open arms. There was no big speech like there was in the books he read as a child. You were just gone.

“Baby” he whispered, “wake up. Don’t- this is an order from your Grandmaster! Get up! GET UP!”. He shook you with all his might, but the dead didn’t follow orders. He rocked back and forth, your blood staining his clothes, his forehead on yours, letting out the most gut wrenching sobs he had ever let out in his entire life. When his mother died, he was sad, but he was comforted by the fact that she had lived a beautiful and long life. You were so young. You still had so much of the world to see. Shit, maybe you actually could’ve led some unnatural era of peace. He didn’t fucking know. All he knew was that it would never happen now.

His baby was gone. His beautiful sweetheart with a laugh as beautiful as the clouds in the sky, was gone.

You were just a corpse now.

~~

When Bi-Han found out that Liu Kang was the creator of this timeline, he wasn’t shocked like the others. He hadn’t seen it coming, but he felt something stronger than shock.

He felt rage.

As creator of this timeline, not only had he chosen to have the Lin Kuei remain mediocre, but he must’ve known that you would be killed.

“That’s not true” he tried to tell Bi-Han, “I am no puppet master. I had no idea that your child would die, and I didn’t plan for it to happen”.

“Then bring them back”.

“I can’t”.

Bullshit. He could do anything! He just refused to!

Liu Kang… he was the true traitor yet everyone was angry with Bi-Han?! He hadn’t meant for Sindel to die, but why was everyone upset by her death? What about his child? No one demanded justice for them! Even when their death was fresh, all these people who cried for Sindel, their “allies”, did nothing. Liu Kang could’ve burnt their rival clan down to the ground, but no! Bi-Han had to carry the weight of his grief, and somehow think straight enough to make a plan of attack. When he looked up from your corpse and spotted the pendant of his rival clan nearby, gods, he wanted everyone to die. And Liu Kang had the nerve to advise him to think on it first?! No!

“The innocent men, women and children-”

What about his child?!

That grudge was the wind beneath his wings, carrying him away from everyone he once called an ally. But it also carried him to what appeared to be his own destruction.

He was in an unfamiliar timeline now, woozy from the fight he was just in. Fine, maybe he should’ve made a better decision, but at least he was doing something! Liu Kang would probably have him be inactive as always!

But now he was in an even worse spot. In unfamiliar lands with a madman ranting about his need for anarchy. Black tendrils with sharp points came closer and closer to Bi-Han, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t afraid.

Then, there was a noise. A clattering on the ground.

Before Titan Havik could react, a sudden wave of ice filled the nearby area, freezing anyone with their feet touching the ground. Ice crawled up the nearby machines, but thankfully it didn’t stick the way it did to flesh.

“Move move move!”. Ugh, of all variants, it had to be Jonny Cage?

Johnny Cage in a military uniform? He needed a nap.

“How long do those bombs last?” Johnny asked, rushing over to Geras and freeing him from his confines.

“Long enough for us to get out of here!”.

That voice…

He was upside down, but he could still recognize the child approaching him. He heard that voice in his dreams and nightmares. Of course he’d recognize it.

“Hi dad”.

His baby.

TUMBLR PLS STOP DELETING RANDOM SHIT! THIS IS SUCH A RANDOM ASS GLITCH-

[rimaiahwrites]

more looks into the life of connie and his princess puh-leeze !!! that fic was so cute i’m obsessed

YESS I LOVE THEM SO HERE YALL GOO

(This soo late lol imma edit it tomorrow sorry about any mistakes) kinda short too but anywho

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Connie’s good girl

The school year has been so rough for y/n, you have been more stressed than ever and was nearly burnt out. Connie knew this and was helping as much as he could but a lot of the time he was also busy with making drops and making ‘business’ plans with ony so when he was very pleased to see you running in the living room with a piece of paper in your hand waving it around with a big grin. “Pa look, look!” You said extremely excited. He grabbed the paper and realized it was your report card and it had only As and A pluses on it, no B or C in sight. He grinned before picking you up and spinning you around in his arms, “Good job princess, all AS!” He kissed your cheeks than your neck making you squeal and giggles since you were so ticklish. “I knew you could do it mama.” You smiled shyly, it always felt good to get so much praise from Connie, other then yourself he was the only person you ever truly wanted to make proud.

“You proud of me papa?” You grinned standing up on your tippy toes to kiss him on the lips. “Mhm very proud I think my princesa need some rewards.” You beamed with glee because that means Connie was going to get you whatever you wanted. You were already spoiled as it is but now that he had a real reason to spoil you today you knew it was going to be something special.

You went to get ready right away. You sported a mini flare skirt with a cute colorfully cropped top with spaghetti straps and pink kitten heels. Your hair was in a half up half down style with two ponytails. You were very cute to say the least.

“You look cute today mama, hope you got sum’ under this short ass skirt tho.” Connie said walking up to you running his hands to you ass to check. You rolled your eyes playfully, of course you did because you knew he didn��t play about any of that with his. “Yes I do now let’s gooo” you say pulling him to the front door. You connected your phone to his Bluetooth in his all black hellcat because of course You being the princess passenger you always got to play your music in the car unless you wanted to hear his. Connie speed out of his driveway like a damn crazy man you were truly surprised he hasn’t gotten into any car accidents with the way he drives, him being a speed racer makes it no better either.

Once you were in the mall it was like a kid in a candy store, you were pulling him to every store your eyes landed on, you got sneakers, heels, couple of bags, cute clothes makeup really anything your little heart desired and Connie was right there supporting you pulling his card out as soon as you stepped up to the cashier. It made your heart swell every time he did too, not just because he was spending his money on you but because he truly treated you like a little princess.

“Con which one?” You asked holding up two bags one dark pink and the other light pink. “I don’t know baby which ever one you want.” Connie mumbled kissing you on the cheek. You huffed and pouted “that’s why I asked you I don’t know what I want papa.” You rolled your eyes still looking at both of them not paying any attention to your surroundings clearly because the older white lady standing closely behind gasped and eyed you shocked at the pet name that you normally addressed Connie as. Connie snorted a chuckle looking the lady in the eye and pointed to the dark pink one. “That one you got a lot of clothes it will match with plus papa loves you in that color.” He said pulling you close and sliding his hand down to you ass gripping it a bit inwardly laughing at the white haired women awkwardly trying to avoid eye contact. You grinned and placed the other one down planting a big kiss on his shape jawline. “I think this is all I want pa let’s go home my feet hurt.” You cried playfully limping a bit.

Connie walked out the mall with Seven bags filled in his arms and you clinging on to him like a koala bear because your feet were hurting to bad from the heel and Connie of course spoiled you to no end and one little whine from you and next thing you knew you were being carried to the car.

“Thank you for all this I really appreciate it” You shyly admit, he was so fine that sometimes it intimidated you a little like his side profile, the neck tattoos going all the way down his arm and hand. He smiled back and leaned over to place a kiss on your soft lips. “You’re welcome mama, my pretty girl so polite let’s get home so I can give you your other presents.” He smirked as he bit and tugged on your bottom lip softly making you whine and clench your legs tightly.

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Connie pulled his gaming chair to the mirror in his bedroom and pulled his shirt off, his tattoos on his chest now visible, you had just gotten out of the shower and you had nothing on but one of his big black t shirt. No Panties or bra. “C’mer.” You walked over to him with shaking legs knowing he was about to fuck you dumb. He pulled you on his lap and got started on your neck, kissing gently and pushing his hands under you makeshift nightgown and squeezed your boobs making you moan out a little bit. You bite your lip and watched him through the mirror. He was being so gentle with you like you were made of glass, you rubbed your legs together making your slick spend from your entrance to your clit. Connie quickly caught on and grinned against your neck. “be patient mama imma get to it.” You tried your best to slow your breathing but he was in your ear whispering and touching you. You were getting turned on very quickly. Connie ignored your needy moan and continued on with the teasingly foreplay before he pulled you against his chest and pulled your legs apart opening you up.

Your breath got caught in your throat when you saw your pink insides and Connie staring holes into mirror. “Look at this pretty pink pussy…so wet is that all for me?” You were quick on nodding your head. “I know.” He took his hand and rubbed his fingers up and down your slit slowly, killing you on the inside. He rubbed your clit for a beat before sliding his thick fingers in. Your pussy was already clenching onto him. “Ah-mm please go faster” you moaned. He nodded before he stroked his fingers deeper hitting your spot. Your eyes rolled shut and leaned your head back on his shoulder. “That feel good? Tell papa let me hear you.” You tried your best but only a pathetic whine was heard. That was good enough for him..for now. He pulled his fingers from you and placed them in his mouth sucking your cum off. “Why’d you stopp?” Your spoiled ass whine kicking your foot up a little. He chuckled and flipped your around so you were facing him. “Cuz I want you to cum on my dick not my fingers now stop whining.” He pulled his sweatpants down and his dick strung out, it’s tip was pink and wet with prenut.

“Come get up on it mama.” He pulled you up higher so you were above him and rubbed his tip up and down your slit before dipping in your sweet warm pussy. Your eyes widened from the shock it had only been a few days since he had given you dick but it was so big to you that you didn’t think you’ll ever get over the shook of his tip sliding in. “P-pa- ehhh” he looked up at you seeing the look of discomfort on your face. “I know it’s all the way in.” He said before slamming you down on it. “Oh fuck! Oh fuuuuckkk!” You moaned placing your hand on his shoulders trying to balance yourself but that was all thrown off because he started thrusting from up underneath you.

You gasped loudly grabbing his shoulders. “Waitt papa wait!” He smirked and thrusted harder, his dick hitting your g spot perfectly everyday. Your finger nails gripped into his strong tattooed arm.

“Yeahhh I’m getting in that pussy huhh mama” he said his voice raspy and deep, his tongue folded on his bottom lip. Your pussy was so tight and gripping his dick so good. You nodded your head already feeling out of it.

“Tell me how it feel baby…tell daddy.”

“Good, feel good daddyy.” You whine trying to sit up to ride him, you got up on your toes and laid your hands on his torso, he grinned big watching you “you gon ride like a big girl? Oh you acting outta character today princess.” You giggled but as soon as you sunk down you quickly remembered why you didn’t ride him often. “Go ahead you can do it baby.” You slowly but surely begin going quickly hitting deeper than before. Your knees knocked together when it started getting a little to deep and good.

“Gimme it! Gimme that daddy dick papa please I been a good girl promise!” You went on and on.

“Get it than mama you in control right now.” Connie said through small groans, you shook your head you wanted to keep going but all your strength was getting zapped. You fall onto his chest shaking like a leaf, his dick popping out. “Aw princess I thought you was gonna be a big girl and take it?” Connie chuckled smacking your ass making you jump a little.

“Papa I tried it’s just so hard and my legs aren’t that strong.” You pouted.

“That’s ok, that’s why I go to the gym.” He chuckled and picked you up by your legs and put his dick back in.

He Bounced you up and down, your loud wails were surely heard by the neighbors but Connie couldn’t give a fuck he was making his pretty girl feel good and that all that mattered to him…and you. You felt like you were in a whole different dimension you were hearing color and seeing sounds, your eyes felt like they were permanently crossed.

Connie loved your fucked out face, the drool and tears making you even prettier.

“M’ gonna nut daddy please don’t wanna make a mess on the floor waitt!” You sobbed, Connie ignored you and pounded harder because that’s exactly what he wanted.

“I know baby I know gimme that juice it’s okay daddy will clean it up.” He smiled gripping your face with one hand and the other holding you up, he placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

You whined against his lips and let it all out on his dick and floors. “There we gooo, mhmm.” He groaned rubbing his pink tip up and down your slit making your cum fling all over the both of you. You placed your face in his neck embarrassed hearing the loud splashing sounds. He smiled and waited to until your breathing evened out before setting you down on his bed. “You gonna suck daddy up?”

“Mhmm” You hummed giving him the prettiest smile before bringing his dick up to your lips.

“Daddies need to get spoiled too sometimes.”

[adachimoe]

2009 Persona Club P4 Profiles

I've posted Adachi and Yukiko's before, but this is a collection of all their "YHVH" (Yasogami High Visual H) social media profiles.

The protagonist doesn't have a profile due to him being the silent protagonist.

Yosuke

Nickname: Isn't "Prince Walking Disappointment" kinda mean?

Greeting: Yo!-Sup? This is Yo!-Su?-Ke's room (... I tried ...)

Favorite music: Something you can listen to and play. Guitar owns!

Favorite Food: Fruit flavored throat drops cause they're good for karaoke (Yosuke can give the protagonist a Fruity Fruity Throat Lozenge in dungeon chats; also in the evening hangouts during Golden)

Least Favorite Food: Tofu - sorry Rise!

Dislikes: Cockroaches they're black and rustle around and move so quickly ugh

Clubs: People who commute on bikes, Wanna go to Junes?, Delicious Homemade Food, Trial of the Dragon

Inbox: "DVD!!! DVD!!!" (from Chie)

Parting words: Saving up for a scooter (these profiles are before Golden came out)

Chie

Nickname: Kung Fu Girl

Greeting: Check this! Hyah!

Gender: Girl!!!

Favorite food: Meat

Favorite animals: Hamsters, bunnies, and other tiny animals

Dislikes: Math, insects - the enemy of all mankind

Favorite movies: Kung fu

Clubs: Trial of the Dragon, Burning Dragon, Fans of Animals w/Tiny Eyes, Meat Lovers

Inbox: "Return my world history notebook" (from Yukiko)

Yukiko

Nickname: Yukiko, the lady of the house... Sigh...

Greeting: Hello~ Chie invited me

Likes: Japanese food, dogs (you see, one fateful day on the Samegawa... [omitted]) (Talking about her and Chie meeting due to a dog from Chie's SLink and the Golden audio drama)

Dislikes: Nothing in particular, but I don't take well to sex jokes / dirty talk

Special skills: Kimono dressing and table / place setting

Clubs: Japanese clothing fans, the Go Home club (for people who aren't in clubs), Let's visit the dam, Fans of Showa Era music

Inbox: "Lemme bathe in the hot springs again" (from Yosuke)

Kanji

Nickname: If you call me bald, imma punch you in the face

Greeting: I'm Inaba's Runaway Train

Likes: Ototo (animal crackers), Homerun Bars (topsicles)

Hobbies: Sewing, knitting, peeling the wrappers off of Homerun Bars

Clubs: Let's Sew, Knitting Cafe, Delicious Shops in the Central Shopping District, Hawaiian Quilt Enjoyers

Ideal fight: One without rules

Inbox: "Hey, I got the rare submarine!" (from Yosuke; this was "rare penguin animal cracker" in English)

Rise

Nickname: Risechi / Risette, duh!

Greeting: Where a young maiden's secrets get revealed

Likes: Hagakure special from Hagakure Ramen

Hates: Japanese ginger and royal fern

Favorite people: Senpai / the protagonist, grandma

Least favorite people: Indecisive and unreliable people

Clubs: Cafes and Sweets of Okina city, Tofu Lovers, How about Kanami Mashita?, Fans of Animals w/Tiny Eyes

Inbox: "The best sweets around are..." (from Teddie)

Naoto

Nickname: The detective prince

Greeting: Hi there, my upperclassmen invited me

Gender: No comment (As in, Naoto wrote "no comment")

Favorite book genre: Detective novels due to work

Likes: Putting myself in danger (longer explanation of what it says in Japanese)

Dislikes: Women's clothing - especially anything revealing

Specialty: Working with machines, been doing it since I was young

Clubs: Linux Fans, DIY PC Builders, Fans of Mystery Novel Narrative Tricks, Beginners Fashion

Inbox: "Let's get a bucket ice cream parfait tomorrow" (from Rise)

Lastly, Nanako, Dojima, and Adachi don't have the high school social media profiles, but they still have regular profiles nonetheless.

Nanako

Likes: Dad, big brother, Risechi / Risette, everyone else in the Investigation Team, Junes

Dislikes: Fighting, shiokara (fermented fish guts; it seems that Dojima keeps these in the fridge in P4 lol. She uses some of them to make the Slime chocolate in Golden.)

Specialty: Singing the Junes theme

Dojima

Likes: Nanako, beer

Dislikes: Working, physical tasks that require attention to detail (I'm clumsy)

Specialty: Judo, reading one's character

Adachi

Likes: Sushi (especially uni), beef, cabbage dishes

Dislikes: Paperwork, cleaning his room

Specialty: Revolver maintenance

Here's the full post of Adachi's profile w/the fanart pages too

Teddie's is. Uh. An experience. I'll post his sometime else cause I think I'm not 100% sure how it should be handled. Like he fills out [gender/sex] (they're the same character in JP) as an emoji of a woman and the words "I live for love". Which I feel like is best interpreted as, "Sex: Yes please". But hmmmMMMmmm.

[tgmsunmontue]

PROMPT EIGHT - "Top Secret"

8th December 2024

                Jake has been out to the hangar plenty of times now, but he’s not here to look at the pretty bikes or the prettier plane. He’s here for his definite on-again for good this time boyfriend, who for some reason is absolutely smashed. Maverick had mumbled something about a bottle of whiskey meant for Bradley’s 21st, and he grimaces when he spies an almost empty bottle.

                Fucking hell.

                They’re meant to be mature and responsible.

                Than again, it involves Maverick, so mature and responsible always have different values when he’s around. He waves off Javy, thanks him for the ride, because someone has to drive Bradley’s fucking gas-guzzling monstrosity back home, and he sure as hell won’t let it be Bradley.

                “Hangman. Thanks for coming. He’s uh…” Maverick turns toward the sofa where Bradley is lying, passed out cold, nose in the air and mouth open, gentle snores coming every few seconds. He knows he’s got it bad, because he feels soft about the view, rather than anything else.

                “Yeah. I’ve got him.”

                “I know you do.”

                He accepts the easy approval and acceptance, knows Maverick had some hesitance about him and Bradley being together, and with their history he guesses it’s understandable he was wary in the beginning. But it’s also all in their past now, and Jake would like to think he’s grown and matured and knows a good thing when he has it. He kneels down beside Bradley, shakes his shoulder gently and wonders if he should get a bucket.

                “Bradley… I’m here to take you home.”

                “No… don’t want to.”

                “Bradley, Hangman came all this way. He’s going to drive you home and you need to go with him.”

                “I don’t wanna…”

                “Then I guess I’ll just take the car, seeing as I’ve been dropped off.”

                “No!”

                Jake smirks at Maverick, because there’s nothing like threatening to part Bradley from his Bronco that doesn’t prod him in the right direction.

                “Come on then. Up with you…”

                He slips an arm around Bradley’s waist as he pulls him up to standing, is amused when Bradley tries to pull himself together, tugging his shirt down from where it had gather around his torso and twisting away from Jake slightly. He’s swaying though and Jake slides his arm back around, doesn’t want to need to head to critical care rather than home.

                “I have a boyfriend you know, so no... inna... imma... propiate… Uh... No funny business.”

                “No funny business. I promise,” Jake says, can’t help but be amused. Surely Bradley recognizes him. “Is he hot?”

                “Who?”

                “Your boyfriend.”

                “So hot. You kind of look like him. A little bit. He’s hotter.”

                Jake snorts, lets Bradley grab his chin and stare at his face intently; glances over to Maverick who is biting a knuckle and grinning around it, eyes squeezed tight with amusement and effort to not laugh out loud.

                “Yeah? I'll take the compliment, seeing as he's so hot and all.”

                “Mmm. Where are you taking me?”

                “Home.”

                “Oh. Okay,” Bradley says, frowning.

                “Here…” Maverick says, and he’s holding out a bucket and four large bottles of water wrapped in plastic and Jake accepts it with an eyeroll. At least it’s Bradley’s car and not his. The two of them work together at getting Bradley into the Bronco, having to do up his seatbelt with how much Bradley’s fingers keep fumbling.

                “Good luck with him tomorrow…” Maverick says and Jake wrinkles his nose, because yeah, hungover Bradley is not fun. He gets in and double checks Bradley hasn’t undone his seatbelt, or moved the bucket Maverick put between his legs. He waves to Maverick as they drive off, and he takes it easy. It’s the middle of the night, no traffic on these roads and it’s quiet and calm.

                “Wanna know a secret?” Bradley asks, and Jake turns to look at him briefly, not that he can see much in the darkness of the car.

                “Sure.”

                “You have to promise not to tell anyone. It's top secret.”

                “Sure. I promise,” Jake agrees, amused. Wonders what secret thing Bradley is going to share that he can hold over him for the next few days.

                “I'm going to marry him.”

                Oh. Well. Okay then.

                “Your boyfriend?”

                “Yep. Got a ring and everything.”

                “Do you now?”

                “Yep.”

                “What if he says no?” Jake asks, because he is nothing if not a shit stirrer and also Bradley is telling this to someone he thinks is a complete stranger.

                “He... What? Why would he say no?”

                Something fierce and proud courses through him then, knowing that even in this state Bradley knows how much Jake loves him. Sure, he might not recognise Jake, but he still knows that Jake loves him. Even when he’s a drunk idiot.

                “He won't say no Bradley...”

                “Good. Cause I love him.”

                “Yeah, he loves you too.”