#it’s 234 on my phone

[cancner]

I forgot I was playing Whiteout Survivor a while back and deleted the app after not playing g it for a while. Recently I started getting ads for it again so I decided to restart my village but because I was coming back to a world i forgot I'd abandoned, this is the message I got when I opened it up.

234 days?!

[landoslvr]

MRS TELEVISION | a. frederick

summary: a scroll through your internet presence as 'mrs television'. [social media AU.]

pairing: fem!reader x arthur frederick (arthurtv)

faceclaim: bri kerr

notes: first piece for mrs television out of the wag universe. bri is gonna be the main fc I use for mrs television, hopefully you like it!

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yourinstagram helped out on someone else's video for once, chris finally let me leave the dungeon!!!

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user she kills me

user hottest producer award goes to...

chrismd_10 drinking on the job?

yourinstagram constantly

user she looks peppered in the 3rd slide

user first risky pic from y/n ever on the 6th slide

georgeclarkey thanks for the candid of me and my man 😌😌

arthurtv please someone get him away from me

user y/n's friend is inhaling that guinness 🫢

arthurtv great photography for the 1st and 3rd pictures, big fan!

yourinstagram humble as ever mr television

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yourinstagram lots of fun at work recently, constantly mixing business and pleasure 🥂 chrismd thanks for keeping me employed even if I drink at work

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user I can't tell if shes joking about drinking at work 😭

user its definitely a joke, most bts has y/n yelling at chris to pull his head in lol

user she keeps him in line!

yourinstagram have been going on 15 years

user we thank you for your service 🫡

arthurtv no jerseys at the match???

yourinstagram the nerve!

chrismd_10 who's that handsome fella in the last slide?

miniminter leave the md clutches and come to sidemen

yourinstagram throw in talia and you have a deal

georgeclarkey you drunk

yourinstagram seems to be the new normal now, just embracing my new brand (like you and your Invisalign ads)

georgeclarkey too far

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yourinstagram more of a traveller atm than a producer! enjoyed spain very very much, definitely swipe to the 8th slide to see what arthur classifies as a front flip

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arthurtv it's called being flexible, you wouldn't know anything about it

yourinstagram your six-year-old sister does a better front flip than you

arthurtv leave flora out of this

user guys stop flirting in front of us 😭😭 the false hope hurts

georgeclarkey always appreciate meeting a fan

yourinstagram die

calfreezy that photo was sacred y/n

chrismd_10 I feel ashamed, embarrassed

willne the absolute cheek

user why is no one talking about how good y/n looks in these pictures??

faithlouisak Im thinking the same thing?

user literal island princess

user is that danny aarons in the 5th picture 😭😭

yourinstagram dont even ask how he got the invite

chrismd_10 we're still not sure tbh

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yourinstagram filmed a very *cool* video this week 🌨️

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arthurtv again, who is your photographer???? such raw talent is exquisite

yourinstagram im very close to letting him go actually, you can have him!

user arthur being the first to comment on her posts fuels my mrs television heart really, give us something guys

user I love them at my core I can't lie

user she is just so pretty

chrismd_10 get back to work

yourinstagram I literally just want to breathe chris

user someone make chris let y/n go, she needs to be a free woman

bezhinga faiths phone is dead but she says 'u look leng'

yourinstagram I love you faith kelly x

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yourinstagram very good friends! (happy one year doofus)

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user A WHOLE ASS YEAR???????

user who even are they????????

user I feel like I have been swindled here miss l/n

user can we finally call her mrs television??? shes more than chris' producer now, she's one of us

arthurtv best friends for life! (I love you very much)

user I can't tell if im going to cry or faint tbh

user why is he always playing chess, arthur PLEASE

yourinstagram I'm asking this question all the time?

chrismd_10 I take credit for this relationship btw

yourinstagram how so?

chrismd_10 if I hadn't sat with arthur in class and then dragged you into our group project, I like to think this wouldn't have happened

georgeclarkey I love all of the fans so much but please stop sending me these pictures of my fiancé wrapped around another woman

user GEORGE PLEASE

[twice-inamillion]

Yoo Sisters

Smut (Sister bonding, blow job, deep penetration, threesome, creampie)

Chapter 234

Words: 2900

(After Seungyeon walks in on Jeongyeon's ride on OC, she decides to tease her. With her tsundere person, it results in some real fun.)

The next day you wake up and see Jeongyeon on top of you with your cock in her hand and aligned it to her entrance. To your surprise, she seems different from usual, even happy, you might suggest. 

Obviously, you wouldn’t say no to some morning sex and just let Jeongyeon do her thing. She slowly inserts the tip and waits a few seconds before dropping her whole weight onto your cock. 

“Fuck, so good,” and she begins to ride you in a hard but steady manner. She places her head on your shoulder, letting you hear her heavy breathing. 

You close your eyes and whisper in Jeongyeon’s ear all the things you did last night. The more you say, the tighter her walls clench on your cock, and the more sure she gets into a good rhythm. 

Unbeknownst to you, someone was making their way back home after being away for a few days. She unlocks the door and can’t think of anything but take a nice shower and take a nap after a busy week. She notices that her house is off but can’t find what it is. She then looks down and sees a pair of shoes she’s never seen before and her younger sister’s shoes next to it. 

Seungyeon walks around to see a blanket and some clothes on the couch. She has a vague idea of what occurred and smiles. Seungyeon slowly makes her way to her room and hears moaning coming out from the other side of the door. She takes out her phone and quietly turns the handle, and sees her sister in the nude on top of some. 

“Click. Click” 

Suddenly, Jeongyeon turns around and sees her sister standing at the entrance with her phone and flash on. 

“Unnie!” 

“Surprise!”

Jeongyeon rapidly tries to cover herself and gets off of you, “It’s not what it looks like Unnie!”

”I think it does. You’re leaking from your thighs.” Jeongyeon turns around and sees the mess she made on her sister’s bed. Embarrassed, she tries to cover herself with the pillows before Seungyeon teases her and says, “I’ll let the two of you finish, haha.”

The three of you eat silently at the kitchen table, avoiding any type of conversation on what just happened an hour ago. You try to break the silence by asking Jeongyeon to pass the salt, but instead she ignores you. Seungyeon looks up and smiles, “Here you go. Don't be mean to him, Jeongyeon. You need to take care of your man.”

Jeongyeon lifts her head up and shouts, “He's not my man!”

“Well, I wouldn't know what to call, maybe fuck buddies?”

Not wanting to hear her sister's teasing she finishes up her plate and heads to the sink, “I'm done eating. I'll clean everything up.”

“I'm done too.”

“Just drop it in the sink, I'll take care of everything.”

“Okay. Oh, by the way, Seungyeon, can I use your shower?”

“Yeah, go for it.”

“Thanks.”

Seungyeon sits on the couch, watching some television while Jeongyeon washes the dishes and cleans the kitchen. She is surprised that her sister finally lost her virginity. The only thing is that she isn't reacting the way she expected too, like being embarrassed or shy. She knows about her tsundere personality but assumed that she would show some actual emotions. She then hears the water from the shower turn on and gets an idea to tease her.

Seungyeon gets up and quietly makes her way to her room. She sees the bathroom door slightly open. “Should I do it? I haven't seen a cock in a while.” She only thinks about it briefly before making her mind, “Sisters are meant to share their toys, right?”

She quietly tosses her clothes into the hamper and sees your silhouette on the other side. Slowly, she slides the frosted glass door and notices your length. With a slight smirk, she bites her lip and places her foot inside. 

Your eyes are closed as you wash your hair, and you feel a sudden breeze, but you make nothing of it. Out of nowhere, you feel a pair of hands stroking your cock and say, “Fuck, that feels nice. Acting all tough in front of your sister, huh? I knew you couldn't resist for another round, haha.”

There was no reply, but you didn't need any as those pairs of hands continued to stroke your cock. Now, hard, you feel the pair of lips kissing your tip. 

Knowing what's about to happen you unconsciously search for her head and place your hand behind it. Slowly but surely, you move her head closer to your pelvis, making her take your cock in her mouth. 

“Fuck, your mouth feels so warm. Take me in a bit more; I want to feel the back of your throat.”

You feel her mouth take more of your length as you scrape the inside of her palate. Surprised by how willing she is compared to before, you just enjoy it. 

Jeongyeon is done with washing the dishes and turns around and sees the couch empty. She finds it weird since just a few minutes ago, her sister was watching television, and now she is nowhere to be found. 

“Where is she?” as she looks at the other room and the patio. It isn't when she comes back and sees a faint amount of steam come out from the door is when she gets a bad feeling. 

Jeongyeon walks to the room and sees the bathroom door slightly open, but steam is coming out. She walks closer and hears slurping sounds, which immediately triggers her.

Jeongyeon rushes and opens the door wide open just to see her older sister on her knees going down on you. “Unnie!”

Seungyeon hears her name and turns, giving a slight smirk as she releases your cock.

You hear a loud pop and feel the release of your cock. Not yet satisfied, you open your eyes and see Seungyeon down on her knees, turning her head to the side. You turn your head and see a full-blown, angry Jeongyeon standing by the door. 

Your mind is all over the place as you try to understand the situation. You assumed it was Jeongyeon who was sucking you off instead of her sister and try to explain the situation, but then see Jeongyeon begin to undress. 

“Unnie! Get away, I'm using him.”

“I couldn't help myself. I wanted to see what he had since you kept talking about him and how you liked him.”

Jeongyeon turns red, “Eww! I don't like him!”

With a smile on her face, she replies, “Then you wouldn't mind me getting a taste,” as she grabs hold of your cock again. 

Jeongyeon watches as her sister rubs her cunt and takes your cock back into her mouth. She doesn't want to reveal her feelings, but watching her sister and you together make her do something unexpected.

You see Jeongyeon walk into the shower and get on her knees, pushing Seungyeon to the side. She grabs your cock and takes it aggressively into her mouth.

You groan from the rough and sloppy head you're getting from Jeongyeon. “Fuck, slow down. You're scraping my shaft against your teeth.”

She then looks up at you and slows down, relaxing her mouth. Her sister doesn't just stay there; she positions herself better to lick your balls. 

As time passes, the two of them get in sync, allowing you to enjoy the sight of watching both sisters going down on you. 

You decide to be a bit daring and grab Jeongyeon’s hand, signaling her to stand up. You turn her over and place both hands against the shower wall. To your surprise, she's very responsive and doesn't complain about your commands. From behind, you glide your hand against her pucker hole, then her cunt, getting it ready for what's to come. 

Jeongyeon gets a bit anxious and closes her eyes as she feels your body against hers. 

You quickly align your member against her cunt and press your tip inside, causing Jeongyeon to moan. Out of nowhere, Jeongyeon groans loudly as she feels her whole body getting stretched by your massive cock.

“Fuck! Slow down.”

You grab her hair and say, “Why? I want your sister to hear you moan,” and increase the pace of your thrusting.

Seungyeon watches as her sister gets railed in the shower and lowers her right hand to rub her clit. The image of watching the two of you having sex in front of her turns her on.

“How do you like having your sister watch as I fuck you?”

“No, unnie, turn around.”

Instead, she turns to see Seungyeon playing with herself, rubbing her clit rapidly.

“See, your sister likes what she sees.”

You continue to pound her for what feels like forever. “Fuck, I feel like cuming.”

“Don't, don't you dare.”

“Seungyeon, where do you think I should come? Outside or inside of Jeongyeon?”

Seungyeon bites her lips and teases her sister one last time, “If she doesn't want it, then maybe I'll have a taste.”

You decide to play along and pull out your cock from Jeongyeon. Seungyeon grabs your hand, leading you out of the shower and into her bedroom. 

She lays on the bed and spreads her legs wide open, “You like what you see? I haven't had a taste in a while; I'd love to see what you can do,” as she pulls you in closer to her.

You stare at her leaking cunt as you grab your own cock, teasing her by aligning it to her entrance. 

Suddenly, Jeongyeon yells, “Fine! You can come inside of me; just leave my sister out of it.” She makes her way towards the bed and lays down on it, exposing her cunt just like her sister. 

“Damn, both Yoo Sisters. Both of you have nice-looking cunts.” 

Seungyeon replies, “Thanks, I like your cock too.”

“Unnie! Don't say that!”

“Why? I'm just telling the truth; he's big, much bigger than the ones I've had.” She turns to Jeongyeon and says, “You wouldn't mind sharing him a bit, would you?”

“No!”

“Don't be mean, Jeongyeon. Remember that ?”

”No, unnie, he’s mi…”

Jeongyeon is not able to finish her sentence as Seungyeon grabs your waist and pulls you, penetrating herself with your cock. Seungyeon groans out loudly, feeling your length stretch out her cunt, “Oh fuck! You’re huge!”

You’re surprised by her sudden action and can’t believe you’re inside Jeongyeon’s sister, but you can’t complain. You want to tease Jegoneyon a bit more, and if it means getting down and dirty with Seungyeon, then you’re up for it. 

“Come on, pretty boy. Show me what you got. I want to see what the fuss is about.”

Jeongyeon mumbles something, but nothing comes out her mouth as she sees you begin to thrust.

“Fuck, so deep. Don't be scared; you can go a bit rougher.”

You increase the intensity of your thrusting and insert your cock into her depths. It doesn't take long for her Seungyeon to adjust to your length. Her walls clench onto your cock as it moves inside of her, like an internal massage. You can tell that she has experience in these types of things, “Your pussy is tight.”

“Of course, I enjoy milking my fair share of cock” and winks at you.

Minutes pass, and you can't help but enjoy Seungyeon's pussy; you turn around and see a shocked Jeonggeon, frozen at the sight of you having sex with her sister.

“Fuck, I'm going to cum soon.”

Seungyeon lifts her head and says, “You're more than welcome to cum inside me.” 

“You sure?”

“I'd be a waste to do it anywhere else.”

Seungyeon turns and grins at Jeongyeon, teasing her.

“Wait!” 

You turn around and say, “What?” Jeongyeon grabs your arm and says, “Please, not my sister.” You can see the struggle in her face as she tries to say something but musters up the energy and says, “Come inside instead.” 

“Stop, you're not serious.” 

Jeongyeon gets on all fours and uses both hands to spread her cheeks. You see her leaking cunt, understanding how serious she actually is. 

With her face towards the bed, Seungyeon looks up at you and pushes you away, signaling to take her sister instead.

You place your hand on her back and align your cock towards her entrance. In one go, you shove your whole length inside Jeongyeon, making her scream out loud.

“Ohh fuck!”

With your hands around her thighs, you pick up Jeongyeon and place her into a reverse stand-and-carry position. 

“Wait, what are you doing? Put me down.” 

“I think she to see your expression as you get fucked. Isn't that right, Seungyeon?”

“Yeah, I want to see Jeongyeon turn into a dirty mess.”

You lift Jeongyeon’s body and begin to thrust rapidly, churning her sloppy insides. Jeongyeon covers her face, trying to avoid her sister looking at her. 

Seungyeon, on the other hand, masturbates to the scene of a large and thick cock, messing up her younger sister.

“Don't cover your face; let your sister get a good view. Show her how much of a slut you are for this cock.”

“No! Unnie, don't look!”

There's no response; only the sound of flesh beating against each other is heard from the room. 

You walk towards the large mirror on the other side of the room and stand in front of it. “Look at the mirror, see yourself getting fucked.” 

Jeongyeon turns her head and looks in the mirror; what she sees makes her body tighten. “See, you do like it. So much for that strong personality, only to turn a mess when you get some cock.”

You move your hand towards her cunt and rub her clit in between your fingers. Jeongyeon moans loudly, “Ahh, I'm about to cum!”

“What's that? I didn't catch what you said,” inserting your fingers in her already tight cunt and swollen clit. 

“Ima, c-cum.” 

“You know where it's going in, right?”

Jeongyeon bites her lip, not wanting the words to slip out of her mouth. 

You tease her once more, rubbing her clit rapidly until the last second. 

“Ahh, I'm c-cuming…” and release your fingers as well as pull out your cock, denying Jeongyeon of her orgasm.

She then whines, “N.no, I was about to cum.”

Suddenly your cock aligns with her entrance, and you drop her body, penetrating her in one go. “I'm the one that’s going to cum first,” as you burst inside of her in one go. Jeongyeon screams and tightens her body, making her spasm.

“Fuck! I can't hold it!

Seungyeon watches her younger sister pee herself as she gets pumped full of cum. Jeongyeon spasms uncontrollably while being held in your arms. You try to pull out your cock, but her cunt clenches onto your thick rob, not wanting to let go.

“Fuck, you got real tight. Your pussy is so addicted to my cock that it doesn't want to let go, haha.” 

There's no response; you only see a passed-out Jeongyeon through the mirror.  

A loud pop is heard as you pull out your cock, causing a large amount of cum to ooze out of her gaping hole.

“Haha, Jeongyeon is such a mess. You really did a number on her. She's always putting up a serious front, but in reality, she's like everyone else.”

Jeongyeon wakes up and turns to see Seungyeon riding on your cock. She can't see to remember what happened but feels a sense of hotness coming from her lower body. She grazes her hand and sees a large amount of cum running from her thighs. 

“Fuck, I'm jealous of Jihyo. She has a really good husband.”

“I can say the same thing; Jeongyeon has a really good sister.”

“This sister wants you to cum on her face. How about it?”

“I'd love to.”

With Jeongyeon still lying down, she sees Seungyeon on her knees. She watches as you grab your cock and stroke it in front of her sister's face. 

Seungyeon knows that Jeongyeon is awake and decides to tease her once more, “I know you want to feel his cum on your face. Let's show him how close we are as sisters.”

Seungyeon stands up and grabs Jeongyeon’s hand, leading her towards the carpet. They both get on their knees and watch as you stroke your cock in front of them. 

You can’t help but grin at the sight of both sisters right next to each other, waiting for you to cum on their faces. “Fuck, I’m going to cum!”

Jeongyeon watches as her sister sticks out her tongue, looks directly into your eyes, and does the same.

”Take my cum” as you paint their faces completely white.

You see as they swallow the large amount cum pooled on their tongue and ask, “Open wide; I want to make sure you swallowed every ounce.”

”Ahhh,” sticking their tongues out and their faces dripping your thick load. 

[transgendz]

Remaking this post because we haven't made much progress and rent is in 6 days. My roommates and I are (still) sick with covid and had an unrelated emergency costing us $200 this month. We already needed help with rent, our phone bill, and food before then, but now we are totally screwed. The goal below is for rent and food to survive the month.

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Can I get a Moon boys reaction headcanon or drabble of their singer s/o performing this love song “I’ll only love you more” dedicating it to them

Ahhh, this is so sweet!

Moon Boys x gn!Reader • Rating: PG pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? • ask-travaganza masterlist •

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smut, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 234

Jake Lockley

He’s getting up halfway through and singing with you, you have no choice in the matter on this one.

He is also kissing you on the cheek and shoulder all the way through.

He’s gonna record you singing on his phone and will be making a big deal out of it to everyone.

WIll ask you to sing for him all the time afterwards, if you’re at home and sing to him he’s gonna try to kiss you at the same time. (Often joking that you have to keep singing.)

Is so emotional about it. Literal heart eyes.

Marc Spector

Is very quiet if you’re in public, but looks at you with such happiness the whole way through.

Literally going to hug you to death once you’re finished, absolute koala bear Marc, you’re getting all (all) the cuddles.

Will whisper in your ear about how amazing you are for a good 2 hours afterwards.

Will sing with you if you’re doing private karaoke.

Wants to try giving oral while you sing.

Steven Grant

10000% ONBOARD EXCITEMENT!

Literally, he’s doing a yakuza game series worthy reaction to your singing.

Absolutely besotted with you the whole time and so touched you dedicated it to him.

Will sing with you if you ask, wants to do lots of ‘cheesy’ couples songs.

The second the song ends, he’s dragging you away to fuck your brains out.

Thank you so much for reading!

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Twitch stream pt3

Pairing: Max Verstappen x PewDiePie!sibling Summary: What if Felix had a genius brother who works as a RedBull's engineer and is also secretly dating Max part 18 of A Calm to my Storm Masterlist

Sam visits Felix and Jack during their stream

The next day Felix and Jack were live again, the chat buzzing with activity as Felix continued to lament the betrayal of his younger brother.

"Honestly, Jack, can you believe it?" Felix was saying, leaning dramatically on his hand. "Sam streams with F1 drivers—actual Formula 1 drivers—but doesn't even tell his own brother? I’m still hurt, man."

Jack laughed, shaking his head. "Hey, I think the real betrayal here is that he’s streaming with Max Verstappen and you had no idea. I would’ve been losing my mind!"

The chat was loving it:

User 231: Felix milking this drama for all it's worth lol

User 232: Still can't believe Sam left Felix out of the loop

User 234: Jack is more excited than Felix hahaha

User 235: Justice for Pewds!

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Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Felix sat up straight, grinning like he had just caught someone red-handed. "Oh, look who it is—a traitor."

The chat lit up as Sam entered the room, shrugging off his jacket with an amused expression.

"Oh, so I’m a traitor now?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. "Alright then, if it's like that, then this traitor is going to call Max to come pick him up and share this amazing cake I made with people who actually appreciate me." He waved his phone dramatically, pretending to dial.

Felix's mock indignation only deepened. "Oh no, not the cake! Wait, wait, we can negotiate. Let’s not get hasty here!"

The chat exploded in laughter:

User 236: LOOOL not the cake threat working!

User 237: Sam really out here living the life haha

User 238: MAX'S MENTION I CAN’T!

User 239: Felix be like ‘Cake being taken away is the real betrayal here.’

User 240: Sam, please, we need to see the cake before you leave!

---

Jack, watching the whole thing from his end of the stream, groaned. "Dude, I’m stuck here while you’re eating Sam's cake? This is so unfair!"

Sam smirked, walking over to sit beside Felix. "Sorry, Jack. Maybe next time. But I did save you a piece, so when you visit, I’ll make sure you get it." He placed a carefully wrapped piece of cake next to the camera, teasing Jack.

"Next time? I'm booking my ticket now!" Jack said with a dramatic sigh, earning more laughter from the chat.

Sam settled next to Felix, a plate of cake in hand, and took a bite, sighing with exaggerated contentment. "This is soooo good. Felix, you sure you deserve this after calling me a traitor?"

Felix, already digging into his own slice, mumbled around a mouthful of cake, "I'll let it slide this time."

The chat was absolutely losing it:

User 241: Sam with the cake flex hahaha

User 242: Felix folding as soon as food is involved, classic.

User 243: Poor Jack, stuck cake-less in Ireland lol

User 244: Jack come join them, you’re missing out!

User 245: This stream just went up a whole new level.

---

As they both settled in to eat and chat, Sam turned to read the comments. "Wow, people really thought I was going to steal the cake for Max, huh? Trust me, the man could just fly in more cake if he wanted it so bad."

Jack laughed. "Yeah, because he totally would."

"Of course he would," Felix agreed, nodding toward the camera. "He’s Max Verstappen, nothing’s impossible. Plus, Max already has you making him look like a god. He doesn’t need your cake, too."

Sam grinned at that, playfully nudging Felix. "That’s right. Gotta keep him winning."

The chat kept up with the fun:

User 246: Sam is basically Max’s secret weapon confirmed.

User 247: Apparently Max has had Sam bake cake for him before??

User 248: Sam out here living the life. Formula 1, Max, and cake?!

User 249: Max better win the next championship cause my guy Sam looks tired.

User 250: Sam deserves a raise for this level of dedication.

---

Felix turned back to the camera, licking frosting off his fork. "Alright, alright. So, let’s talk about this F1 streaming thing. How do we get me in on that? I’m just saying, it seems like my invitation got lost in the mail."

Sam chuckled. "You really want to jump into the chaos of gaming with Max, Charles, Alex, and Lando? It’s wild. And George would drive you crazy with how bad his coordination with the controller is. But hey, I can bring you along if you’re brave enough."

Jack’s voice came through, "Felix, I’m telling you, you’d lose your mind. Sam and Max teaming up is a whole different beast. Plus, you could finally meet the man you keep seeing in your chat."

Felix snorted. "Yeah, yeah, I’ll consider it. But let’s focus on getting Jack over here for some cake first."

Sam, Felix, and Jack continued to banter while enjoying the rest of the stream, Sam coolly answering questions about his work, the streams with Max and the others, and chatting casually with the fans.

The chat was still rolling:

User 251: This is the most chaotic stream, and I love it.

User 252: Felix joining F1 stream! That’d be insane.

User 253: Sam being so chill about everything while secretly plotting world domination 100%

User 254: Jack’s gonna fly over just for cake meaning the cake must be good, right??

User 255: Sam is winning at life. Max, cake, and being Pewdiepie's brother?! What’s next?

---

It was clear that the fans were loving every second of this unexpected family moment, and Felix, Sam, and Jack knew exactly how to keep them hooked with their hilarious interactions.

[star-lights-up]

2024 wrapped

**sappiness warning!**

I joined Tumblr in October of 2023, solely to be able to read three Star Wars fan comics that I found on Google (couldn’t view them without an account!).

For many months, I only interacted with these comics, as I was rather confused about how the site worked and really didn’t spend that much time on it.

Then, summer of ‘24, I was invited to the Reylo community. From there, I began looking around for some written fanfiction recommendations. I didn’t understand how to use tags on AO3, and I didn’t want to read any spice, but the community was so helpful and understanding and gave me many fics that I’ve come to absolutely adore! 

I spent the remainder of summer reading fanfiction, experiencing those moments truly unique to those in fandom culture (crying at 3am, phone rotation locked so you can curl up on your side, screen brightness turned all the way down. You know the drill). 

Then, on August 22, sometime between 11:40 and 12:05 PM, I fell headfirst into the Cherik fandom. I’d watched the X-Men movies over summer, preparing to see Deadpool and Wolverine. However, that day, I happened to have been in the middle of re-reading the book Fangirl, in which there’s two little lines on page 234 about Professor X and Magneto being gay. I just so happened to mention this to a friend during lunch, and she pulled me aside and showed me an edit and… that was that. I was completely invested. 

I began reading Cherik fanfiction, and it became increasingly clear that investing in an AO3 account would be incredibly helpful. So, on September 8th, my account got approved and I posted my first ever fanfiction. 

Since then, I’ve written over 18 different Cherik fics, ranging from oneshots to series. I’ve posted 107,457 words. I’ve read hundreds (I wish I was exaggerating) of beautiful, life-changing, funny, horribly sad and incredibly fluffy works by other authors. And I’ve found a community. 

The Cherik and X-Men fandom is the first truly active fandom I’ve ever participated in. While my Reylo and Stormpilot days were lovely, it was clear that I’d missed the excitement during the time in which canon content was actually coming out, as I joined the Star Wars fandom late. My other fandoms in years before, well, I’d simply been too young and too timid to really be interacting at all. and my offline friends and I have always had greatly varying interests. 

It’s silly to say, maybe, but I feel so validated as a person by the fact that I’m a part of this fandom. Hyperfixations are how I navigate the world. I’ve always lived further in the plane of imagination than the one of reality, between my naturally bookish nature and some persistent medical issues that… well, have caused issues. This community makes me feel like what I’m interested in and the things that make me happy are worth doing. 

Thank you to every single person in this fandom. Thank you for a truly spectacular year. 

To many more, 

- Daisy 💛

[simpforchuchu]

POV : You are dating Binzo and you are Yuken's bestie

Your Insta 🌟

Liked by mercy,binzo and 204 others

Y/n After the fight, he sent me this pic and said "BABE I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU.. Yeah after the fight...

|| binzo You didnt like it ? :(

--》y/n I like everything you give me baby, juat joking ❤

--》binzo ❤

|| magoroku You two are weird

--》y/n so what?

--》odajima the bear is cute btw

--》y/n There is some things cuter than the bear in this pic 😊

--》odajima 😒😒

--》magoroku 🤮🤮

Liked by odajima,jinkawa and 221 others

Y/n Sabakan sent me this pic when they found out us... IT IS STILL THE FUNNIEST THING IVE EVER SEEN OMG AHKWSJKEJDJW

|| sachio it is not funny y/n

--》y/n 😔😔

|| odajima im sure one day you will be my early death

--》y/n yeah probably

--》shidaken delete this

--》y/n no :P

Liked by binzo,kamui and 200 others

Y/n he fell asleep... again

|| binzo sorry angel

--》y/n it is okay babe, i will always protect you when you are sleeping ❤

--》binzo GOD I LOVE YOU ❤

|| mercy y/n-chan tell him he need to come to school

--》y/n He is asking why

--》mercy he will see when he came

--》y/n he said okay

|| odajima when i fell asleep you always kick me ????

--》y/n yeah cause i dont like you

--》odajima mean 💔

--》y/n 😌😌

Liked by binzo,fujio and 224 others

Y/n I went to Suzuran for the first time today cause he didnt pick up his phone. And he was fighting... God... He is hot.

|| odajima Are you gonna write everything that you think?

--》y/n probably

--》jinkawa Sachio wants you to come Housen y/n-chan

--》y/n oh shit

|| binzo i can fight everyday baby ;)

--》y/n dude you already do this

--》magoroku yeah... unfortunately...

|| fujio it was me

--》y/n yeah i know

--》binzo i guess you want another round bro ?

Liked by sachio,shidaken and 233 others

Y/n He said "i need you help it is emergency" and we came to play baseball... Anyway with bestiee @/odajima

|| odajima It was...

--》y/n How can playing baseball be emergency???

|| binzo Do not give her baseball bats!!

--》y/n oh dont start again...

--》odajima Dont worry she is not gonna kick your ass again

--》y/n shut up

Liked by mercy,magoroku and 203 others

Y/n How can he even sleep like this ?

|| magoroku sometimes he sleeps worse dont worry

--》y/n and how isnt he falling ?

--》mercy he will just wait

--》y/n 😀

Liked by binzo,mercy and 218 others

Y/n My one and only. ❤

|| binzo ❤

Liked by magoroku,sawamura and 216 others

Y/n We are cute 😚

|| binzo you are the cutest baby ❤

--》y/n come and give me a kiss

|| odajima You are just idiots

--》y/n idc about what you think 🤩💕

--》odajima 🤮🤮

--》y/n shut up

|| kamui Who would know binzo-san can find someone like you ? I guess there is still hope for me too y/n-san...

--》y/n i was saying the same thing and look where we are...

--》kamui ...

Liked by sachio,shidaken and 221 others

Y/n He took me out for my bday 😍 And he was being jealous all day cause now i have a boyfriend...

|| odajima shut up

--》y/n 😁

|| sachio happy birthday y/n-chan 💕

--》shidaken we love you more than odajima y/n you can be the new member 🥳🥳🥳

--》y/n JSJXJEJXJD Thanks guys 🥰🥰

|| mercy Happy birthday y/n-chan 🥰

--》y/n thank you mashii-san 🥰

--》binzo y/n im still waiting outside yk this right?

--》y/n COMIINGG 😭😭

Liked by kamui,raoh and 234 others

Y/n My other half, my soulmate and gorgeous boyfriend. I love you and there is nothing that i would want other than you. @/binzo ❤

|| binzo You deserve the world babe, and you are my whole world. ❤

--》y/n 🤧🥺❤❤

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx  @satraninalane

[thollandneedy]

Diamonds are forever- Nathan Drake

A/n: Literally the cutest. I'll try to write more cause my college vacations are on, baby!

Warnings: None actually

Summary: Nathan meets a rich model, and try to get her giving her presents. But, sometimes, we just need love.

Don’t forget to share, like, comment and leave your ideas here

Bellah’s Masterlist 🪻

Y/n L/n could be considered a patrician, and had many eyes in the media because of her beauty and how her luxuries were supported by her modeling career. Like many men wanting to have her, Nathan was no different.

The two had met at a betting party for famous paintings in Barcelona, where they had exchanged only a few words. Nathan could be considered a private guy on his social networks, not letting the girl know much about him, but what she did know was that he was rich. If he wasn't, what would he be doing at an auction?

What intrigued her most was that his manner was different from the other men she went out with. They squandered their wealth, arriving at her doorstep with the loud sound of sports car exhausts or even taking her to the most expensive restaurants where a plate with just one piece of meat could be the minimum wage for an entrepreneur. The truth was that Y/n, as much as she was a woman who liked to be pampered, had also come to appreciate simple outings, and apparently Nathan was the kind of guy who felt the same way.

During the week in which she was taking photos for her first magazine cover, Y/n received a notification on her cell phone that vibrated on her thigh. The woman opens her eyes, removes the moisturizing mask that was on her face, and sees the screen glow with: “Nathan_Drake1999 followed you”.

Y/n smiles sideways

It takes so long to find your Instagram

The girl slides the tab of her cell phone up, going straight to his social network and following him back. Not even 30 seconds later, a message appears on the top flap of her pink phone.

'Sorry for the delay. I wanted to play hard to get.

Y/n laughs to himself, replying:

'I thought that was my role.

'In reality, your role is just to be pretty and agree to go out with me tonight. What do you think?

'I think you find me too easy if you think I'm going to agree to go out with you straight away. Try to win me over a little more, Nathan boy.

Nathan takes a deep breath for himself, looking at Y/n's last message once again, realizing that she had been deactivated from Instagram after sending the message. The brunette ran one of his hands through his tangled hair, as it was early in the morning and he had only just woken up. The sun was already shining in the open sky, but the curtains in Nate's apartment didn't allow the sun to greet him yet. Doing a quick search, he tried to find Y/n's address on Google, as many celebrities had their addresses displayed on gossip sites, but it wasn't Nate's luck. If he wanted to surprise her, he'd have to put his ego aside and ask for her address, but there was a bigger problem.

What do you give someone who already has everything?

'What's your address now?

The message vibrated once again in Y/n's hand, who had been expecting a message from him.

'234 Vellyview Street, New City Building.

The telephone in Y/n's apartment rang loudly, while her ordinary feet took her to the kitchen, where she answered the door internally, hoping that Nate would come to see her in the morning. The model couldn't help but admit to herself that her doorman wasn't tired of receiving men proposing to go out in the morning, afternoon and evening, considering everything that was sent to the apartment by the brands that partnered with her.

'Miss, Y/n. There's a dark-haired man with a huge bouquet of flowers here, and he says they're for you. May I let him in?

'Is he handsome?' Y/n spins the white phone line on her finger, looking down at her bare feet.

'Um, yes?' The doorman looks once more at the dark-haired man in a black shirt, dark jeans and a black leather jacket.

'Go ahead' Y/n hangs up, glancing around his kitchen one last time before checking himself out in the mirror.

His dishes were washed, the windows clean and open, showing the immensity of the colorful city. There were several small cacti on his worktop, adding a splash of color to the white room with planned wooden cabinets, a large grey fridge and an island in the middle of the kitchen that also served as a dining table. Y/n's father had taught her that it's much better to live in a simple place and travel more, than to have a big place that will give you a headache later on. Even so, she wouldn't give up living in a place where each floor had only two doors because of the size of the blocks.

The woman pushed her hair to one side, moving towards the door like a puppy waiting for its master. She didn't want to show that she minded Nate's visit, but she did. As soon as the doorbell rang, the woman looked in a small mirror at the side of the corridor leading to the front door of her apartment, checking that her natural make-up really did look natural. Opening the door, her attention was drawn by what seemed to be countless red roses, and soon a voice behind them called out to her.

“Can I put them on the floor?” Nate asked with effort in his voice.

He was finally hearing it again

“I thought you were stronger than that.” Y/n retorted, leaning her body against the door frame and crossing her arms, resting on her freshly manicured nails.

It was nine o'clock in the morning and he still looked impeccable. His innocent eyes managed to take in his hot body, leaving even a hint of curiosity as to how big his muscles were under his shirt.

“How do you manage to look flawless on a Tuesday morning?” Nate looked her up and down, respectfully returning to meet her challenging but sweet gaze

“I have my model beauty tricks.” Y/n comments, looking at the roses once again. “So, what was your plan?” She faces him, turning her head to the side as she asks, allowing him to come up with a less intrusive alternative to the other men who thought they could buy her for simple things.

“Breakfast if you were in the mood.” Nate replied, as if waiting for an answer that wouldn't come any time soon, until he gave her a better option. “Or I could leave. I know you have afternoon work to do. By the way, congratulations on the magazine cover. I don't know much about fashion, but if you're on it, you're certainly right.”

Y/n couldn't give up, even though her first thoughts were of a casual fuck in the morning to calm her nerves.

“I've already had breakfast.” She lies.

“Well, I'll be going then.” Nate agrees, giving a toothless smile.

“But thanks for the roses. They're really beautiful. Could you put them inside my house?” Y/n asks, immediately receiving a silent 'yes' from Nate.

The man carries the flowers once again, flexing his arms and legs to carry them into the girl's living room, who closes the door behind her, following him into the room. As soon as he puts the flowers down once more, his eyes are drawn to the various valuable items he has in his living room, including one of the paintings he was reading that was auctioned off the day they met. Turning his torso to look at the details of the items, Y/n sat down on his white sofa, watching Nathan mentally comment on everything that was there.

Paintings, famous montages, a chandelier with small diamond stones, a flat-screen TV, a large lamp next to a glass table with a green flower positioned to give the house a more natural look. Everything was minimalist, but could easily be worth more than several thousand dollars.

“Do you like it?” Y/n adjusted her pink bell-sleeved sweater.

“You have good taste.” Nate comments, still overwhelmed by the apartment and the view from above.

“Thank you. I'm trying to add more color here. I feel like there's too much white, but now there's going to be a lot of red too. Luckily it's my favorite color,” Y/n comments, looking at the large bouquet of roses on the floor. ‘Do you want to see everything?’ Y/n asks the man, who finally turns his attention to the woman curled up on the sofa.

“Of course. It would be a pleasure.” Nate removes his coat, placing his jacket on the sofa.

Y/n gets up from the sofa, pulls up his gray sweatpants and walks past the explorer, showing him each room as if he were in a museum. Throughout her passage, she could see various pieces of art and technology in the house, including a small television in the bathroom for when she was too bored in the bathtub overlooking the hills. Even his closet had a collection of shoes, bags, jewelry and sunglasses. In fact, everything he had thought of giving as a gift to impress Y/n was a total failure, so if he wanted a trophy wife, he would have to give her something she deserved.

(…)

A week after Y/n's big cover debut, the city's events gallery was packed with photographers, models and potential brands that would like to partner with those present. Nate had been unusually invited to be part of the private party, which was also a decoy event so that he and Y/n could see each other again during the time they were talking.

The venue was sophisticated, with a clear sky and plenty of stars to enhance the evening. Fortunately, that day a rooftop had been welcomed so that there were dj's playing on the mixing bench near the main entrance to the elevator, while some waiters passed back and forth trying to serve the influencers. Nathan looked with curious eyes at the image of Y/n, which seemed to be far away due to the number of people passing in front of it. Around her, there was apparently a queue of tall men in suits, who presented her with a gift, seeking her attention.

“Congratulations on your breakthrough, Y/n. I hope you like it.” One of the men commented to the woman in the white midi dress.

“Oh! You shouldn't have, Drew.” The woman stares at the man's hands, which are holding a Swarovski pen.

“Now you can sign lots of autographs so that when they see you in magazines, they'll say: Is that you?” The man laughed forcefully, as if he wanted them to look at the gift he had given.

It was a competition for Y/n's attention, and that much was clear. As a beautiful woman, Nate couldn't lie and say he wasn't impressed by the number of men queuing up for her to accept their gifts. The brunette straightened his navy blue dress shirt, walking among the people until the eyes of the woman in white met his. Y/n smiled, causing those who didn't understand who she was smiling at to wonder.

“You came.” Y/n smoothed back the lock of hair on either side of her bangs.

“Well, you called me.” Nate says hello with a smile. “The party's great. I didn't know you'd done an interview for them too.”

“I didn't mean to brag.” Y/n gestures modestly, smiling without showing his teeth. “What have you got there?” Y/n points with her eyes.

“Well, since the flowers didn't seem to be enough, I decided to put in a bit more effort.” Nathan hands Y/n the heavy bag, attracting the curious glances of the men and women who were already with it before the adventurer arrived.

Y/n carefully opens the orange Louis Vitton bag, causing her pupils to dilate at the sight of a beautiful diamond and white gold dantelle necklace. The woman puts one of her hands to her mouth, then looks at Nate and once again at the necklace.

“I didn't know what to get you, since you have a bit of everything, and diamonds are forever, right?” Nate comments.

“Nathan… that's…” Y/n tries to find words, closing the necklace's box and putting it back in the box before giving the brunette a warm hug, who drops his hands to the woman's waist and holds her tight. “Let's go outside. I want to talk to you.” The woman said into Nate's ear, who silently agreed, being guided by the model's soft hands.

They were both outside the penthouse, near some plants and a sofa without armrests. Y/n sat down, adjusting her dress and saying:

“I love it, but I can't accept it.” Y/n says, causing confusion in the young man's eyes.

“Why not? Isn't that enough?” Nate frowns.

“It's too much, and that's why I can't accept it.” Y/ explains. “You know, if you had been more romantic than just sending me a message on Instagram and then sending me roses without even saying good morning first, I would have agreed to go out with you. Not everything in my life is about money, and that's certainly something I want you to understand. I don't need 200 roses or a necklace worth over 800 thousand dollars. I need a partner who can take care of me in the little things.” Y/n says, placing one of his hands on Nate's leg, staring into his chocolate eyes.

A moment of silence hangs in the air, no matter how loud the electronic music behind them. Nate tilts his head down, agreeing and feeling bad for allowing his conquering side to override the affection and attention that Y/n needed.

“I'm sorry.” Nate exhales. “I was an asshole and a million dollar necklace wouldn't be enough if I didn't treat you like enough too.” Nate comments.

“The necklace is worth a million?” Y/n is amazed. “What do you do for a living?” Y/n asks, still not believing the price of the necklace.

“We can talk about it on a date.” Nate comments, drawing a silly smile from Y/n. “Can you eat Mc Donald's?” The brunette asks, remembering that models usually have a strict diet.

“I can, and I haven't eaten in years, actually.” The woman stands up, holding out one of her hands to the brunette. “Let's go before they find out we've gone. I can't stand eating canapés and drinking champagne any longer.”

“You're really not what I thought.” Nate comments, holding Y/n's hand.

“That's good, because the media is fake.” The model smiles, receiving a kiss on the top of her hand and heading out of the event.

As much as diamonds last forever, love would always be the best gift you could receive from someone. Because the body corrodes, but love is forever.

[theharmonious13]

First time being on tumblr to live react to the weekly uploads folks:

229 - Setting An Example

MAI IS ALIVE THANK GOD (I was very worried about her after last week, I know absolutely nothing about staffside)

Thank you for being slightly kind and sparing her Monomoko ig

Yanagi being absolutely emotionally devastated and his gut reaction being to yell move and run to Hayashi's side is 😭

Yanagi being very upset he can't come to the Medbay and getting invited by Tsuno as the assistant was a perfect full circle for me. Thanks for signing him up for medical duty Hayashi

230 - Work Disagreement

Man Dr Haruka is PISSED, the voice acting from her is incredible

Dr Kan is insane and I will never be a fan of him... but goddamnit he's the reason Hayashi is alive. Love how smooth his voice sounds too

Hayashi deserves better than getting tortured gdi

Dr Seki's voice reminds me of the phone guy from FNAF lol

Hayashi 'making a mess' in Dr Kan's room sounds like it could've become a crime scene 😩

I'm VERY curious to know (if we ever find out) why Dr Kan is extremely confident that he won't get kicked off the project. I'm sure he has a good reason to believe this (other than being an egotistical jerk), but again I know nothing about Staffside

231 - Salvage

Wada really popping off after Okazaki traumatised him

Nakamigawa very harsh today yikes

Calling Isono 'Wada's Dead girlfriend' is very 💀

Wada didn't know about the Chapter 1 reward? Oh no...

232 - Complete Destruction

Man poor Wada has been going through intense emotional turmoil this chapter

HE'S BREAKING STUFF!?

I hope Wada gets some positive news after this chapter...

No no no no? Come back? Did he destroy something he wasn't meant to? Or is this about Isono?

233 - Tech Support

Wada is extremely grateful for whatever's about to happen my lord

Oh so he broke the computer with Isono's voice recording, very unfortunate

Wada picking fights wasn't on my bingo card, but I'm glad he's taking responsibility

Poor Ojima always having to apologise on behalf of Nakamigawa lol

We're getting Wada AND Ojima trauma flashbacks simultaneously

Glad Wada put two and two together about who Ojima is outside of the killing game, Ojima gets another buddy to confide in

Ojima being the youngest and tallest brother makes sense 😂

Wada's parents hated him that badly?

Ojima admitting he likes Wada 🥺

WAIT DEATH FLAGS NO

The MOMENT you say 'when we get out of here' one of the two in the conversation will die

Yanagi/Hayashi and Wada/Ojima are now in danger this chapter... I don't want anyone to die but Okazaki sorry guys 😭

Although that aside I think Ojima offering for Wada to meet his brothers and have them be his family is SO SWEET

LOL Ojima has no tech experience and was faking it until he was making it the whole time 😭😂

'But you wear glasses!' Oh Wada you sweet sweet summer child lol

Wada hiding his wounds from Ojima... and Ojima IMMEDIATELY JUMPING TO THE RIGHT CONCLUSION

Ojima very serious about protecting Wada, I'm very glad he convinced Wada to confide in him and get the help he needs

234 - Thanatophobia

Did we have an episode already named this or am I crazy?

I love Watari repeatedly going into Okazaki's coat as a bit

Shit talking about how Kamimura can't kill because he's weak lol

Okazaki arguing that Nakamigawa is weaker than Kamimura is interesting to me

Watari getting vulnerable... incredible voice acting

Them being foxes together 🥺

'I hope I'm alive tomorrow morning' WATARI/VON THAT BETTER NOT BE FORESHADOWING FOR A BODY DISCOVERY TOMORROW, ESPECIALLY FOR WATARI

Watari giving thanks to Okazaki for being friends... how adorable

While Okazaki does seem to be slightly genuine here she BETTER NOT TAKE ADVANTAGE OF WATARI OR ISTG

235 - Bed Neighbours

Wada being very angsty vocally... here we go with another person finding out about the abuse

Oh nevermind, Ojima is a legend for being mg confidential

Okazaki has POWERFUL legs

Black bruises... oh Wada...

Mai's been going in and out of consciousness... I'm kinda scared for when she wakes up TBH

Mai hanging from her wrists, no wonder the students wanted to get her down so fast

BROKEN RIBS!? OKAZAKI YOU'RE ALREADY MY LEAST FAVOURITE BUT WTF

PC fixing bonding between the nerdy introverts

Student Spotlight - Hasegawa Ken

Omg I was so excited when I saw this, he's one of my favourites (and based on the fandom I thought Ojima was going to win this one)

KAMIMURA TAKES HASEGAWA TO THE INTERVIEW ROOM!? OMG THE SHIPPING PROPAGANDA NEVER STOPS

Poor Hasegawa is an anxious wreck as always

KAMIMURA GETS TO STAY? THIS IS AWESOME 🤩

Unexpected plot twist, I had just automatically assumed guests weren't allowed

I love Kamimura being Hasegawa's support person/hype friend haha

Hasegawa saying Kamimura, Hama, Ojima and Watari wouldn't kill in the first week is a good judge of character I think

Tamba being his answer for who would've killed in the first and Kamimura laughing about it is a mood

Hiroaki being runner up for the killer question makes sense from Hasegawa's perspective lol

Of course 'How do you feel about Kamimura Kazutoshi?' is the second question, I love it but DANGIT WE MIGHT NOT GET THE MOST HONEST ANSWER BECAUSE KAMIMURA IS IN THE ROOM 😩

Baseline 'We are friends and I like hanging out with him' give me more EMOTION Ken 😭😂

'They wouldn't murder you before Tamba' OMG SHOTS FIRED 😂

Ken has a victim/blackened list, he's one of us lmao

He thinks Wada is dying immediately, makes sense but 😭

I love how genuine Kamimura's laughs are too

Spider (Monkey) Wada ✨

Kamimura doesn't care for Wada, the pain, the agony 😩

Ken works out? 👀

^ That comment from me is very Watari coded lol

~~~

I'm writing this down for me:

Ken's Victim List: Wada, Kamimura, Hama, Ken, Ojima, Tsuno

Ken's Blackened List: Hayashi, Hiroaki, Okazaki, Tamba, Watari, Yanagi

Pretty even split tbh

~~~

He hopes and thinks he will survive by playing the smart game, I'm curious to see if we get any elaboration on this in the story later

Good family relationship let's go

Mao lore yay! She's outspoken, loud, really smart and confident. She's a crime journalist.

Hasegawa works at his Dad + Dad's Girlfriend's antique store, interesting lore and makes sense for Hasegawa to enjoy it

Going to university for history maybe is a big slay, him wanting to work despite being financially stable also makes sense

These questions submitted for Hasegawa are the best set so far imo so thank you Von and thank you Tetro fandom

Kamimura saying his biggest strength is being a giant stupid nerd 😂

And Hasegawa's response being his resilience after being a punching bag for three weeks 😂

~~~

Greatest Strength: Ability to focus, pushing through when things are hard, ability to bounce back

Biggest Weakness: Bad at home making stuff

~~~

HERE COME THE KAMIMURA COMPLIMENTS YAYYYYY

Hasegawa says Kamimura is really smart :3

Oh dangit, I thought we were about to get a list

HASEGAWA ISN'T INTO WOMEN! REJOICE! I LOVE HAVING SO MUCH GAY IN MY KILLING GAMES! 😂♥️

Kamimura went quiet because he realises he has a romantic chance now :0

Not Kamimura taking over the who do you hate question 😂

~~~

Kamimura hates: Tamba, Hiroaki, Okazaki

Hasegawa Dislikes: Okazaki, Hiroaki, Yanagi

~~~

Kamimura: Kill Yourself

Monomoko: No

Love this interaction 😂

~~~

He feels guilty about Isono's death, noooo 😭

Love that these two hang out so much together

236 - Defensive Position

Ojima and Nakamigawa arguing like an old married couple again 🙄

Ojima wants him to show respect, thanks for saying what we all want to hear Ojima

Oh nooooo, Ojima struck a nerve saying that everyone hates Nakamigawa

Actual fight happening this time, drats we didn't need more angst after Wada this chapter

Hiroaki having grievances about Ojima spacing out and throwing off every single investigation is fair, but gdi

Hiroaki doesn't hate Kamimura, Tsuno or Wada? I know he's acted in contradictory ways about them but I'm surprised by this verbal revelation

This was a good reality check for Hiroaki I think, hope some good comes out of it

[alexxx-xx]

Happy Ever After

Pairing: Lee Know x Female Reader

Word Count: 234 (it's just a drabble)

NOT PROOFREAD

You were waiting in the park for the boy that your friend set you up a blind date with. Already twenty minutes passed and no one came. Suddenly you got a text from him: -I'm really sorry, but I can't come. I had an issue with my family and now we're trying to fix it. So sorry TT-

You quickly typed: -ok, don't worry- and turned off your phone.

What were you going to do now?

Probably you would have just walked home if you didn't suddenly meet your best friend, Lee Minho.

He came towards you with a smirk on his face and said: -Hey, is it a special day? Why are you dressed so well?-

-Yes, good evening to you too, huh- you rolled your eyes -Anyway, I'm dressed like this because I was supposed to go on a date but no one came-

-LOL, YOU GOT REJECTED! YOU SUCK SO BAD AT LOVE!-

You really wanted to punch his face but there were still people in the park so you couldn't.

-Damn, I got dressed nicely for nothing-

-If you don't mind... I'd like to take you somewhere so all the effort you put to become so beautiful won't be wasted... What do you think?-

You looked up at him with shining eyes then you lightly nodded.

-Great, then follow me, princess-

Author's note: I'M BACK

AFTER 756575684 YEARS I'M BACK

I haven't posted since april 1st

Sorry

<3

[divorcedfiddleford]

ok last thing i SWEAR im gonna shut up after this but i just wanted to post michael rianda's outline for the jack kerouac wendy episode that i mentioned. it definitely needed a lot of work but i do like it in concept. image ID/transcript below the cut (warning it's LONG)

[image 1 ID: a screenshot of a tweet from michael rianda. it reads: "I Found a Lost Wendy Episode of Gravity Falls! We were always trying to crack a Wendy episode. This was my favorite. I love the teenage feel of wanderlust + getting excited about reading "On the Road." I love the backstory and flaw. It didn't work but I always liked it." end image 1 ID.]

[image 2 ID: a screenshot of michael rianda's outline. from here i will simply transcribe what he has written, only fixing typos that interrupt screen readers.

Episode 3. Wendy's "On the Road" This is the first in a series I did where I wanted to get to know a character better, and I started with that desire, and followed it through.

Cold Open: A woman answers a phone at a Wal-Mart type superstore place. Wendy's on the other end with Dipper and Mabel. She asks to be transferred to extension 234. Extension 234 connects them to the stores loudspeaker speakerphone. Wendy starts making joke announcements over the loudspeaker: Wendy: "Clean up to aisle 6, customers seem to be projectile vomiting all over eachother." Mabel and Dipper are laughing hysterically. The woman can't hang up on Wendy so she calls the cops. Wendy's still going. Soos asks if she could get in trouble for it. Wendy brushes him off. Then the cops show up. Stan sees Wendy arrested and swells with pride- "she HAS been learning from me (quietly weeps) I'm so proud."

Act One: Open on Manly Dan... by his age it must be the past- he teaches his boys to chop wood and they're all struggling. A huge tree drops in the distance. When the dust clears... it's little Wendy. He tells her to climb aboard his shoulders my little axechild! They happily gallop off. They love each other. It's very sweet. Cut to present day: A confrontational Manly Dan is bawling Wendy out for getting in trouble for the prank phone call. He tells her not to be so impulsive and do the first thing that pops into her head. Wendy insists Manly Dan is the most impulsive person she knows, besides the cops left her off with a warning. She brushes it off by saying she has to go to work.

B story. (Not sure what)

Wendy's reading On the Road at work. She's getting progressively more pumped about this book. Mabel asks what it's about. She explains it all and the kids are pumped. They're swept up in this romanticized teenage vision of hitchhiking on the open road. Stan has to leave for some secret portal reason and Wendy's like: "Let's do this right now!" (Secretly she just doesn't want to go home and deal with her dad.) "Let's do it let's just hitch hike. Leave town! Start a new life! Like Jack Kerouac!" Mabel is enamored.

End image 2 ID.]

[Image 3 ID: picking up from the transcript of the previous image:

Soos is wary of leaving the shop at first. But Wendy talks them into it. A couple of her friends come. Lee, Nate, Thompson, and Tambry. They get on the road and are immediately having fun. Things are looking up. Soos is worried. Wendy: "Easy Soos, we're in Oregon... it's just going to be a bunch of nice hippies..." Cut to a terrifying crazy red eyed driver without a face driving towards them. Act break.

Act Two: Wendy and Co are having fun just like you should on a road trip/vagabond adventure. They're stopping at mini-marts and getting lame snow globes- and making fun of them. Things are looking good. It's like a road movie. They all relate to each other about problems with their parents. Wendy doesn't say much but she has a flashback to her and her dad drifting apart.

Stan B Story.

The scary faceless driver comes by and offers them a ride. (they can't see his ghoulish faceless self) Wendy immediately says yes before anyone else can decide. People are like "I don't want to go hitch-hiking." "Wendy: It'll be fine! Come on- this is the adventure of our lives. People in those stories never said, no I'm scared." She makes them all go in. It's creepy and tense in the car. Eventually the guy reveals himself to be a horrifying ghoul face and locks the doors. They all go screaming into the distance.

Act Three: He takes them to the "End of the Road" Diner. Or you hang a lampshade on it and have it be Bob's Big Boy but with a David Lynch head on the outside. There are other people that get taken there and stay forever and are sort of these lost souls that are stuck there. From all different eras. It's like this terrifying Lynch-ian dark version of an idyllic road trip stop. Basically it's a Lynch parody fest with Soos and Mabel. Like these little creepy old couple are walking in fast motion out of a wall and Soos is pushing them back in. "Whadda you doin grandma and grandpa... get outta that mouse hole. Get back in that mouse hole you goofs." (Probably too insane) Anyway, everyone wants them to have "the special" and after you eat the special, you stay there forever. Wendy's really guilty that all this is her fault.

End image 3 ID.]

[Image 4 ID: the last of the transcript:

Wendy wants to impulsively react, but remembers her dad. She thinks carefully what to do and comes up with a plan- and chops down a tree on the driver. They all come home- relieved to be back in Gravity Falls, and her dad is chopping wood in the back- he's still mad at Wendy.

Wendy: Hey... Dad? Manly Dan: (grunts) Wendy: Can I chop some wood with you? Manly Dan just nods and waves her off. They fell the tree. Manly Dan: Haha! That's my little axechild! Wendy smiles and keeps chopping.

Something like that- obviously a lot of variables to be figured out- but I love the teenage feeling of this and love that it gives Wendy a story and a flaw. Still needs work to make her better but it's a start.

End image ID.]

[puffballcat]

posting an image from the Vexen/Even album on my phone everyday-day 234

From Kingdom Hearts 3

[no1dollfan]

Day 234 without Doll murder drones. I have like a million pictures of Doll just saved to my phone here have one

[timidusaquilae]

Hey, Indiana

I got this in my e-mail, I'm not a US citizen but I care about a lot of those, so thought I'd spread it around :)

[link to the page]

[transcript for image 1]

SB 2, proposed legislation at the Indiana General Assembly, threatens to take away healthcare coverage from more than 750,000 low-income Hoosiers by making extreme changes to Indiana's Medicaid programs, including massive cuts to the Healthy Indiana Plan (HIP). SB 2 would: 

Limit HIP enrollment at 500,000, immediately kicking more than 250,000 people off of their healthcare coverage. 

Cap lifetime HIP coverage at 36 months, including coverage for persons with chronic health conditions, battling cancer, and with disabilities.

Adding burdensome new paperwork requirements to the program.

HIP is an Indiana Medicaid program which provides essential healthcare coverage for more than 750,000 low-income Hoosier adults. HIP enables 1 in 7 Hoosiers to get and afford the essential healthcare we all need to live, work, and take care of their families. HIP is vital to both Hoosier health and our state's economy. SB 2 not only risks the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, it threatens to remove more than $3.5 billion from our state's economy! This federal money, which covers 90% of HIP's cost, is overwhelmingly spent in local communities, and pays for tens of thousands of healthcare jobs and services. Without this funding, more hospitals and healthcare providers will likely be forced to close. The new administrative requirements proposed would not only lead hundreds of thousands of Hoosiers to lose their healthcare coverage, SB 2 will make HIP more expensive to run, wasting public dollars to create costly new bureaucracy and unnecessary barriers for members. Money that could be used to improve Hoosier health will instead go toward managing a complex system of repetitious eligibility checks and exemptions. 

SB 2 will cause a huge spike in the uninsured rate, destabilizing Indiana's healthcare system, driving up healthcare costs for all Hoosiers and threatening the health and lives of hundreds of thousands of Hoosiers.

[link to the page]

(and for the curious, Hoosiers just means a resident of the US state, Indiana)

[contents of e-mail \/ ]

Here's what we need you to do: make five phone calls to five key legislators on the Senate Appropriations Committee to ask them to vote "No" on SB 2. 

Sen. Michael Crider (317)-234-9054

Sen. Eric Bassler (317)-234-9425

Sen. Liz Brown  (317)-232-9497

Sen. Greg Goode  (317)-232-9490

Sen. Travis Holdman (317)-232-9453

Here's a simple call script: 

Hi my name is ______ and I am from ______. I am calling today because Senator ______ is on the Appropriations Committee which will vote on SB 2. I am very concerned about this bill because ___________ [it will lead to hundreds of thousands of Hoosiers losing their healthcare, hurt our economy, I'm a medicaid member, etc].

So far, we've helped to coordinate more than 4,000 contacts with these Senators! If we keep the pressure up we can stop SB 2. To learn more about SB 2, check out our landing page at www.hoosieraction.org/stop-sb2 and this recent article from the IDS

We all have bodies. We all get sick. Everyone deserves access to healthcare, regardless of income, race, or ability. Just five minutes of your time will help make certain that all Hoosiers can go to the doctor when they get sick. 

See you tonight, Tracey Hutchings-Goetz

Communications & Policy Director

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 254. brb x oc

a/n: sorry for no smut, just had...an off day and couldn't really write it :/ but i did enjoy this chapter a lot (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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Call him protective but his hand hasn’t left Beatrice since they sat down. He either kept his hand on her thigh or on her shoulder or at her lower back. She appreciated it, because she was just quietly letting Miranda talk while politely nodding to everything that came out of that woman’s mouth.

She had no idea what was coming out of her mouth.

Maybe she was dissociating again, hard to say.

She sent Rooster a quick look while she brought her straw to her lips, swallowing some of the cranberry juice quietly as she took in her husband’s reaction. His jaw muscle was jumping, he was annoyed. 

“Oh but,anyway,” Miranda giggles, waving her hand, “You two, right, how do you deal with the whole deployment thing?” Bea tries to answer, but Miranda immediately cuts her off, ‘Because I have such a hard time with Mark,my goodness, he’s so handsome it’s sometimes hard to imagine women not throwing themselves at him.”

Beatrice felt a surge of annoyance rise within her as Miranda continued to prattle on, her words veering into uncomfortable territory. She couldn't help but notice the smug grin on Miranda's face as she mentioned her husband's supposed desirability, and it grated on her nerves.

Rooster's grip on her hand tightened subtly, his irritation palpable but still hidden. He shot Beatrice a quick, reassuring glance before turning his attention back to Miranda. "Well, Miranda," he replied evenly, his tone controlled, "it's all about trust and communication in our relationship. We know we can rely on each other, and that makes the distance more bearable."

Beatrice nodded in agreement, doing her best to maintain her composure despite Miranda's intrusive questions. "Yes," she added, "and staying connected through phone calls and video chats helps bridge the gap."

Miranda's smile remained in place, but there was a calculating glint in her eyes. "I see," she said, her voice dripping with faux innocence. "But it must be difficult, don't you think? The temptation is always there."

Rooster's jaw clenched, and he took a deep breath before responding. "Trust is a powerful thing," he said firmly. "And we have complete trust in each other. That's what makes our relationship strong."

Beatrice couldn't help but admire Rooster's ability to maintain his composure in the face of Miranda's probing questions. She knew he was fiercely protective of their relationship and their family, and he was dangerously calm now.

Miranda seemed satisfied with Rooster's response, at least for the moment. She shifted the conversation to another topic, asking about their plans for the future.  “So you work at a bar.”

“Yes.”

“Hmmm,I see.” Miranda plays with her drink, “What’s it like? You like it?”

Beatrice blinked, then shrugged her shoulders with a small smile, “...yes,I love it, I’ve been working there for the past five years.”

Miranda raised an eyebrow, her gaze scrutinizing. "A bar can be quite the interesting place," she commented, her tone laced with subtle condescension. "I'm sure you have plenty of stories to tell."

Beatrice's smile remained polite, though her patience was beginning to wear thin. "Oh, there are always interesting characters and stories," she replied, choosing her words carefully. "It's part of what makes the job unique."

Miranda seemed unfazed by Beatrice's measured response, her eyes never leaving Beatrice's face. "And Rooster," she continued, "how do you feel about Beatrice working in such an environment? I can imagine it's not easy."

Rooster’s interest was brief, his eyebrow kicking up. "Beatrice is fantastic at her job," he said, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "I have complete trust in her."

Beatrice felt a rush of warmth in her heart and she smiles. She reached for his hand under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze and he squeezed right back.

Miranda, however, was not deterred. She leaned in closer, her gaze locked onto Beatrice's. "It's just that," she began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "working in a bar can expose one to all sorts of...temptations, don't you think?"

Beatrice’s teeth clenched and she was almost glad Rooster didn’t hear that conversation, but her hand squeezed his fingers in an almost painful way. Her husband's subtle wince wasn’t seen by her, but she did rub her thumb against his hand to apologize, “Excuse me.” she stands up, “I have to go to the bathroom. Roos,” he turns over to her, eyebrows low and eyes worried, “I’ll be right back.”

She hated leaving Rooster alone with those two, but she needed a break.

Rooster nodded in understanding, his concern evident in his eyes as Beatrice excused herself from the table. He watched her go, his gaze lingering on her until she disappeared from sight. 

Beatrice’s heels clicked as she sped through the rich people surrounding her, eventually finding the large bathroom and locking herself in one of the stalls. She grounds, sitting on the closed toilet with her lower lip disappearing into her mouth as she tries her breathing exercises.

Smell the flower,blow the candle.

Repeat.

Repeat.

But she was so angry, she was so annoyed and they just got there. She didn’t want to cause a scene…so she decided to call Shells. Hopefully her friend could help in some way.

“Helloooo…”

“Hi Shells.”Bea whispers, keeping her head up with a hand on her cheek, “How’s Nikki doing?”

On the other end of the line, Shells's voice was warm. "Nikki's doing great," she replied, "Bob is keeping her entertained, and she's been such a little sweetheart today. How's everything going with you and Rooster?"

Beatrice let out a sigh, her frustration and anxiety bubbling just beneath the surface. "It's…complicated," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "We're at dinner with the Haltons, and it's just...unpleasant."

Shells's hum meant a lot, but especially meant a ‘no,really?’ "Well,wanna share, Bea?"

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, not wanting to reveal too much, especially over the phone. But she needed to talk to someone, to vent her frustrations. "They're prying into our lives," she finally said, her voice tinged with frustration. "Asking personal questions, trying to dig into our family and careers. It's like they're interrogating us."

"That sounds incredibly invasive," she replied. “Fuckin’ annoying too. You think they are up to something?”

Beatrice wasn't sure, but the unease in the air and the Haltons' persistent questioning made her suspicious. "I don't know," she admitted, rubbing her temples. "But I can't shake the feeling and it's making me so angry."

"Try to stay calm, Bea," she suggested. "Don't let them get to you."

“You are telling me to calm down?” the brunette chuckles, surprised, “That’s new.”

“Bea,hey,come on.I’m a good example….but really you can beat them up if you want.”

Beatrice couldn't help but chuckle at Shells's attempt to lighten the mood. "I'll keep that in mind," she replied, her tone softening. "Thanks for being a good friend, Shells. I just needed to vent a bit."

Shells laughed on her end of the line. "Anytime, Bea," she said warmly. "You know I've got your back. And if you ever need help plotting revenge on the Haltons, just give me a call."

Beatrice couldn't help but smile. "I might take you up on that offer," she replied. "Thanks, Shells.I gotta go now. See you soon,okay?"

"Oke doke, Bumblebea," Shells said. "Take care.You and Rooster will get through this. Peace out."

With a final exchange of goodbyes, Beatrice hung up the phone and turned her attention back to the bathroom door, inhaling shakily and trying her best to go back to them without losing her mind. The prickling of her anxiety appeared, but she was going to be okay. 

Beatrice took a moment to compose herself, taking a deep breath and running her fingers through her hair. She couldn't let the Haltons' intrusive questions and condescending attitude get to her. They were guests at this dinner, and she and Rooster had the upper hand in controlling the situation.

As she reentered the dining area, Rooster immediately looked back at her, his conversation with Mark forgotten for a second as he waits for her. Beatrice took her seat next to him and gave him a reassuring smile, placing her hand on his thigh under the table. 

Miranda seemed to have picked up on Beatrice's momentary absence, and her gaze lingered on her as she returned to the table. "Is everything all right, Beatrice?" she asked, her voice dripping with faux concern.

Beatrice met Miranda's gaze with a cool, composed expression. "Everything's fine, Miranda," she replied, her tone calm and measured. "I just needed to use the bathroom." she turned to Rooster, “Did I miss something?”

Translation: did they do something?

Rooster gave Beatrice's hand on his thigh a reassuring squeeze under the table, his eyes never leaving hers. "Nothing important," he replied, his tone casual. "Just some small talk."

Beatrice nodded, her smile remaining in place as she turned her attention back to the table. She couldn't let Miranda's probing questions or her condescending attitude get to her. “That’s good.”

The dinner conversation continued, but the tension between Rooster, Beatrice, and the Haltons remained palpable. Miranda seemed to take the lead in directing the conversation, while Mark chimed in with his own comments, all carefully veiled with passive-aggressiveness.

Miranda's tone turned even more condescending as she addressed Beatrice once again. "Beatrice," she began, her voice dripping with sweetness, "I couldn't help but notice the lovely family photos in your home. You must cherish your role as a mother."

Beatrice maintained her composure, though her grip on Rooster's thigh tightened slightly under the table. She knew Miranda was trying to provoke her, but she wasn't going to take the bait. "I do," she replied evenly, her tone unwavering. "My family means the world to me."

Miranda's smile remained in place, but her eyes gleamed with something that made Beatrice uneasy. "That's wonderful to hear," she said, her words laced with hidden meaning. "It's important to have priorities, after all."

Beatrice’s eyes squinted, “What’s that supposed to mean?” and Rooster had to bite back his smirk because that was usually his line. 

Miranda's smile widened, her tone still sugary sweet. "Oh, Beatrice," she replied, her voice dripping with condescension, "it's just an observation. Family is such a precious thing, isn't it?"

Beatrice kept her eyes on Miranda, tapping the bottom of her glass repeatedly against the table. The little string that kept her anger in check snapped and her smile turned predatory, “Why are you asking me that?” she tilts her head, “You seem very interested in our family. Just like your husband is interested in my husband’s family and my job at the bar?” her smile widened, “Why don’t we talk about that?”

The air in the private dining area seemed to grow heavier as Beatrice's words hung in the space between them. Rooster couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his wife for standing her ground and confronting the Haltons directly. He kept a watchful eye on Mark and Miranda, ready for their response.

Miranda's smile never wavered, but there was a glint of annoyance in her eyes. "Beatrice, dear," she replied, her tone still saccharine, "you seem to be misunderstanding our intentions. We're just trying to get to know our neighbors better, that's all."

Beatrice tutted, “Oh no, getting to know your neighbors is one thing," she said, her voice firm, "but prying into their personal lives and making veiled insinuations is another." she smiles more, “I can read people well.”

Rooster watched as Mark, who had been relatively quiet during the exchange, finally spoke up. "Beatrice," he said with a smooth smile, "we apologize if our questions came across as intrusive. That wasn't our intention."

Rooster couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Mark's response. It was clear that the Haltons were trying to downplay their probing questions and the underlying tension in the room.

Miranda, however, wasn't about to let the matter drop. "We're just concerned, that's all," she added, her tone faux-concerned. "We-”

“Your concern is gathered but not welcome.” Beatrice’s voice turns firm, in a way Rooster had never seen before…and it was really attractive, “We have a very,very good life.” her voice shakes a bit, “And my husband is really good at what he does…Miranda were you a bully when you were younger?”

Miranda's smile remained in place, but her eyes glittered with irritation at Beatrice's boldness. "Beatrice, dear," she replied, her tone still sugary, "we're only looking out for our neighbors. It's natural to be curious, don't you think?"

“You said that before. And you didn’t answer my question.” she taps her glass a bit harder, “Because you remind me a lot of my former bullies.”

The tension in the private dining area grew thicker with each passing moment. Rooster could feel it coiling around them, a palpable force that hung in the air. Beatrice's direct confrontation had caught the Haltons off guard, and they were struggling to maintain their facade of politeness.

Mark cleared his throat, his smile still in place but strained. "Beatrice," he said, his tone attempting to regain control of the conversation, "we certainly didn't mean to offend you. We're just curious about our new neighbors, that's all."

Beatrice leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving Miranda's. "Curiosity is one thing," she replied, her voice steady, "but prying and insinuations are another."

Miranda's eyes flickered with annoyance, but she maintained her composure. "We apologize if we gave you the wrong impression," she said, her voice icy. "We only wanted to make friendly conversation."

Rooster could see the thinly veiled frustration on Miranda's face, and he knew that their direct approach had rattled her. But Beatrice could be even more protective than he was,especially when it came to them and their family, “You were almost asking if we ever cheated on one another.” Rooster chokes on his beverage as Beatrice says that, “And that isn’t friendly conversation.”

He was having a hard time holding back his laughter, those two looked absolutely gobsmacked.

Mark and Miranda exchanged glances. It was clear that their attempts to steer the conversation back to a more polite tone were failing. Miserably.

Mark finally spoke up again, his tone strained but still attempting to maintain a facade of civility. "Beatrice, we truly didn't mean to overstep," he said, "and we apologize if our questions were intrusive."

Miranda chimed in, her voice dripping with insincerity. "Yes," she said, "we simply wanted to get to know our neighbors better, that's all."

Beatrice sighed, “You keep repeating that.” and she sips her drink, smacking her lips, “And I keep not believing it, so here’s my little something I kinda gathered: you were a queen bee back in Virginia, probably one of the best - in your mind - military wives in your neighborhood.” Miranda’s smile finally dropped, she got her, “And you don’t like how I manage things with Rooster so well, because we have great chemistry.”

She pauses, looking down in her glass. “Damn is there alcohol on this,Roos?”

“I don’t think so,gorgeous.” Rooster couldn't help but smirk as he watched Beatrice deftly navigate the conversation, exposing Miranda's thinly veiled attempts at politeness for what they truly were. It was clear that Miranda was growing increasingly uncomfortable with Beatrice's directness, and he couldn't blame her.

Mark cleared his throat, attempting to regain control of the conversation. "Beatrice," he said, his tone carefully measured, "we appreciate your insights, but I assure you, we have no ulterior motives."

“I mean you did kinda hound my uncle at the base.”Rooster finally speaks, “You also ask some weird shit,Mark. So, to us, this whole dinner seems like a reason to ‘know your enemy’ than anything else. I mean,dude, we are both in the Navy, both pilots…I didn’t even know you until a few weeks ago.”

Mark cleared his throat again, his tone forcedly pleasant, voice raspy because the saliva was gone from his mouth. "Rooster, Beatrice," he began, "we may have had some misunderstandings, but we truly want to put them behind us. We're neighbors, after all."

Both Bradshaws stared at them, then Rooster placed his glass down, “You know, I think you two are just too…what’s the word,gorgeous?”

“Intrusive.”

“Yes and very,very strange. So…” he taps his hand on the table, “I don’t think there’s…anything else to talk about, so we just might go,huh Bea?”

Beatrice nodded in agreement, a slight edge to her smile. "I think that's a good idea, Roos," she said, her voice polite but firm. "We appreciate the dinner invitation, but it's getting late, and we should head home."

“But–”

“No buts.” Rooster says firmly, “This dinner was…interesting. But let’s keep this professional.” he snaps his finger, “By the way, we’ve been here before. We know the owner.”

Neither of them said anything. Rooster pulled a few dollar bills from his wallet, then placed it on the table, “Here, our share.” he leans back and placed a hand on Bea’s waist, “Good evening.” luckily, the people inside Oda were too busy with themselves to notice the tense conversation they were having and if they did, they didn’t care.

Beatrice let Rooster guide her down the stairs towards the entrance, thanking the hostess who was nothing but kind to them - although she seemed upset she’d have to deal with only the Haltons now.

The brisk night air greeted Rooster and Beatrice as they stepped out of the restaurant. They walked in silence for a few moments, the weight of the evening's encounter still heavy on their minds as they waited for the valet.

Finally, Beatrice spoke, her voice reflective. "That was...strange," she said, her brow furrowing. "I've never felt so scrutinized during a dinner."

Rooster nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "Yeah," he replied. "It was like they were trying to dig into our lives, figure us out."

Beatrice glanced over at her husband,  "Do you think they're going to stop, Roos?" she asked quietly. "I mean, they kept pushing…"

Rooster considered her question carefully "I don't know,gorgeous," he admitted. "But I think for now, we are done with it."

“Hm…okay.”

“By the way,” he whistled low, “Damn…damn that was hot.” she blinked up at him, “I love when you get all protective of me, it’s so hot, baby.” he looks around to check if anyone was close by, leaning down once he noticed the street was empty, “I gotta say…” he gently drags his finger down her cleavage until it reaches the fabric of her dress, “Kinda…made me hungry for a little snack.”

Her pupils dilated and her lower lip slid into her mouth, “...oh?” “Yeah…I really,really want a taste.” he smirks, kissing her lips briefly, thumb gently rubbing her lower lip to expose the soft pink underside, “Been cravin’ some peaches lately.”