#like.. it's like this. they haven't been ready for it until now. but when they figure it out... they will realise it's been there all along

[organic-bloodbath]

Teach Ddakji to me - Part 2

The Salesman x American!Reader

Summary: The salesman teaches you a new game: Rock, paper, scissors, minus one. However, he adds a mix to the game whenever one of you loses.

Warnings: 18+ smut, pure sex. Minors, time for you to leave and come back in a few years, this not for your eyes ✋🏻 the door is that way 👉🏻🚪

A/N: This shall have part 3 and i'm working on part 2 for Mingle too ✍️🏻 i haven't written smut in several years so be nice to me thank you, i feel a bit rusty 🥲

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@apookalypse

@lady-of-blossoms

@k1ra-park3r

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By now you had been seeing him for over a month. He had asked all kinds of things about your life in the U.S., your studies and what you'd want to do in the future, your hobbies and in general what you liked to do, and so on. He was genuinely interested in getting to know you and it warmed your heart.

He told you a little about his job, how he was recruiting new people for different businesses. He didn't get into lot of details, just said that he did like his job and it paid surprisingly well. He was happy at his current life.

He told you about his family, how his dad had died by someone shooting him to death, and that he didn't really keep in touch with many family members anymore. A lot of them had passed away apparently and he didn't want to get into more details at this stage of your relationship. You did feel sad for him, since you still had many living relatives who had some kind of part in your life, despite you moving so far away from your home.

You had gone to several different dates, none of them ending up all the way to the bedroom - yet. Mostly you had been only making out at the end of the date, and that was a lot. He was fine with waiting as long as you wished, not wanting you to be only a short term thing. You had told him about your past with one of your boyfriends how he had left you right after he had slept with you for the first time. He promised he wouldn't even think of acting like that.

He was a little too perfect and you had waited to find any kinds of flaws he had, but by far you found none and sometimes that worried you a little. There was no way a perfect man like he existed. Everyone had atleast one thing wrong with them, whatever it was.

Tonight, you had booked a hotel room together and you had made sure to wear your best pair of panties and bra, definitely avoiding the least sexy ones you owned. You had gone for a dinner before coming to the hotel, he had paid your meal again like a gentleman, as he always did. You tried to insist that you'd pay yours but he wasn't having any of that. Afterwards, you had let him know that you were ready to go all the way tonight, if he wanted to.

Right now, he was teaching you a new game, though this one you knew already but it had a little different twist to it that you hadn't played before.

Rock, paper, scissors, minus one.

It took you a while to understand how the game worked, but you grasped on the idea well enough. You both sat on your own chairs, directly facing each other, only a small gap between your knees.

He had added his own twist for the game - only with you: The one who lost, had to remove one piece of clothing, randomly chosen.

This time, you lost, his scissors cutting your paper. By now you had taken off only your cardigan, while he had taken off his tie and socks - he was taking it slowly, apparently.

You put your hands under your white top, unclipping your bra and pulling it out without taking your shirt off. You showed your dark red bra to him, hanging it in the air, until you threw it towards him. He catched it easily from the air. He brushed his fingers along the lacy canvas for a few times, until let it lay on his lap.

Another round, which made him lose his shirt. He took his time taking it off, a smirk on his face, just to mess with you. He knew you weren't very patient. But when he had taken it off and you saw him shirtless, you could definitely tell that he worked out regularly and kept himself in shape. You bit your lip and felt your cheeks warming up. God damn, you had prepared yourself for that - but still.

There were barely any words exchanged during the entire game, there was no need for that.

This was definitely a lot better than Ddakji.

It didn't take long anymore until you were only wearing your underwear and nothing else, your chest bare and you could see the hunger in his eyes.

"I think it's time for the second part of the game," he said and got up. "This part i haven't gone through with any other people i've played with."

You could see he was already hard through his underwear, which was the only thing he had on him as well. You got up before he managed to come to you and made him sit back down on the chair. He looked at you, eyebrows lifted up in surprise, but didn't stop what you were doing.

You kneeled down in front of him and pulled his underwear off, finally seeing his size how big he really was and you weren't sure if you'd be able to take it all. You looked up at him while taking his dick in your hand, stroking it a few times. He let out a sigh, not been prepared for you to make a move on him first.

You stroked him a few more times, until taking him in your mouth as deep as you were able to go. You got a gag reflex quite soon but managed to take surprisingly lot of him, though definitely not the entire length.

He grabbed your head with his hand, fingers brushing through your hair. He guided you with his hand for a while, noticing what your limits were so he wasn't pushing your mouth too deep. He let out deep moans and grunts, but before he was about to come, he pulled your head off him.

He pulled you up from the floor and grabbed your waist, pulling you tightly against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips on his, taking him in a deep kiss. His hands fell on your ass, and his tongue found its way into your mouth when you let out a quiet moan.

He pushed you on the bed, immediately crawling on top of you, not breaking the kiss for more than a few seconds.

He massaged your breast until sliding his hand down your stomach all the way to between your legs, under your panties which you still had on. He gently massaged your clit, then putting more pressure on it, making you moan louder than before. He inserted his middle finger inside your vagina, pumping it in and out, soon sliding in a second finger as well.

"Oh god," you whispered, his touch felt so good and you felt like you were going to come sooner than you had expected.

But he stopped when he sensed you were starting to be on the edge of climax. You let out a frustrated groan but he shut you up with another kiss.

He pulled himself back a little bit to take your panties off and got a condom from the bedside table, wrapping it on him. He finally positioned himself against your entrance.

"You ready?" he asked, ready to push in whenever you gave her permission. "You remember the safe word, hm?"

"Ddakji," you breathed with a chuckle and nodded. "Ready."

He didn't wait even a second longer, right then pushing in, slowly. You gritted your teeth, nails digging on his back. God, it hurt so much and you were sure you were going to bleed a little.

"Just, wait a moment, okay?" you said quietly, getting used to his size. You had had sex with a few other men before, but the last time had been in the U.S. and none of them had been as big as him.

He kissed your neck on several different spots, and by now he knew exactly the right spots which made you insane.

"Okay go on," you whispered and that was all needed for him to start moving his hips back and forth.

"God you feel so good," he murmured in your ear.

You moved your hand on the back of his neck, pulling his head into a deep kiss, his tongue playing with yours.

You didn't know how many minutes had passed, you had lost the track of time, and slowly he was fastening his pace, becoming rougher than in the beginning.

Finally, you experienced the best orgasm you had ever had, the waves of pleasure going through your body. You didn't care how loud you were and how thin the walls of this room were, you let your body react the way it wanted. His body fell limp on yours, being a lot more heavy now that he didn't keep himself up on you.

"Was it good?" you whispered, unsure if he enjoyed it as much as you did. It was your first time with him and you weren't sure what kind of sex he had experienced with other women before.

He looked at you with a surprised expression on his face.

"Was it good?" he repeated and then kissed your forehead and smiled. "It was a lot more than just good. It was perfect."

You quickly washed yourself in the bathroom and when you got into the bed, it didn't take long until you fell asleep in his arms.

♡♡

"You fucked him," your roommate gasped, looking at the hickeys on your neck and below your collarbone. "Is this your walk of shame? Oh my god you definitely fucked him."

It was 6am and your class was about to start at 9am. You knew you should have spent the night with him on the weekend, and not when you had to go to a class in the morning, but you had other plans on the weekend and you couldn't wait another week to spend the night with him.

"Shut up," you chuckled, not denying it.

"So, tell me everything," she asked. "No, wait a moment until i get coffee for us."

She could see that you had stayed up late and needed some caffeine to wake you up before the first class. You waited until she was done with the coffee and brought two cups on the table.

"So, is he big?" she asked and your eyes widened. Straight to the deep end, then. "Like how big exactly?"

"Oh, he was big," you said, the back of your mouth still sore.

"On the scale of a cucumber - half of it? 2/3? Don't say an entire cucumber." Her eyes widened and she gasped. "I mean, he looked like he could easily be-"

"Oh god no, i would have instantly walked out of the door in that case," you cringed and showed an estimated size from memory.

"Ok but how did you do it? Bed, table, shower, wall? All of them?" she asked, talking so fast you weren't able to interrupt her. "Sorry, i haven't had sex in months i'm going insane if i don't get some soon. Like my vagina is actually screaming to be filled. Does he possibly have a hot friend? Could you text and ask? Friend, brother, dad - i'll take anything."

"I'm not going to ask that!" you laughed.

"How could you find a hottie like that in a damn subway station anyway? The only man who has come to talk to me there was a homeless man asking for money because he just got out of jail for drunk driving," she said. "Let's go clubbing this Friday, you can be my wingwoman."

"I don't know, i don't really do clubbing," you said awkwardly, you weren't a fan of those places and hadn't been at any club in a few years.

"Please you have to share your tricks with me," she was begging by now. "Otherwise i'm gonna have to seduce our professor who i've had hots for since the beginning of our semester and we all know that's a horrible, horrible idea."

"Yeah, that's a big no," you said instantly.

"You know what must be big? His-"

"Okay shut up," you interrupted immediately before she was able to continue. "Ask one of your friends to go clubbing with you."

"I will, but you should tag along," she insisted. "You should be more social with us outdoors, come on."

"I'll pass this time, thanks," you said, giving an 'i'm sorry' smile. You took a sip of your coffee, then changing the subject. "Oh, by the way, my brother is coming for a visit," you said and pointed a finger on your roommate before she was about to say something. "And he's definitely OFF limits, don't even think about it, he's going to get married next summer."

"Aw, fine," she pouted, for a second she had had her hopes up, but it was quickly erased.

♡♡

The salesman went to a park with a large bag full of bread, there was atleast 50 loafs in total, and pockets full of lottery tickets.

He found a group of homeless men and women, sitting on different benches. He approached them one by one, holding a loaf of bread on the other hand and a single lottery ticket on the other.

The homeless man looked at his hands and was about to take both to himself, but the salesman pulled his hands back.

"You can choose only one of these," he said. The man thought about his choice for a few seconds, until grabbed the lottery ticket. The salesman offered him a coin to scratch the ticket with.

The man's face fell when there was no win. The salesman repeated this action to all the people in the park nearby, and only one of them chose the bread.

Suddenly, he saw you in the distance, but his face fell when he saw who you were with. A young man was walking next to you, arm around you shoulder, keeping you close to him. The salesman had no idea what you were talking about, but somehow the man managed to make you laugh.

He didn't like what he was seeing, not one bit. Anger was rising inside him, he couldn't help it.

"Hey, give me the bread!" one of the homeless men yelled at him.

"Yeah, give us the bread!" a woman shouted nearby.

"I apologise, but you had a chance to choose the bread, but you chose the ticket instead," the salesman pointed out politely and threw the bags of bread on the ground.

He started pouring his anger out by stomping on the breads, mushing them all completely and letting out a few frustrated screams out of his mouth.

The homeless people looked at him like he had lost his mind and should have been taken into a mental hospital. They got up and left, it became too hard to watch a grown man's sudden tantrum.

The salesman pulled his hair back and brushed sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his suit. He took a deep breath to calm down.

"I'm cool, everything's cool," he mumbled to himself and straightened his tie a little bit. He looked around him, barely anyone on his sight anymore. He really needed to work on his anger issues.

♡♡

"Hi," you greeted and planted a kiss on his cheek when you arrived to the cafe a few hours later to meet him.

"How was your day, sweetheart?" he said and forced on a smile. He might have had a little sarcastic tone in his voice, but nothing what you might have noticed.

"Oh, my brother came to visit me, he's staying for a few days. I showed him a few places around here, he had never visited Korea before or really travelled much outside the States," you explained, seeming excited. "I haven't seen him since i moved to Korea."

He lifted his eyebrows and after a moment started laughing a little bit. You looked at him, confused what was so funny.

"Your brother," he mumbled. "Right, of course, your brother. Did you have fun?"

"A lot of fun, yes," you smiled widely. "Do you want to meet him?"

He went silent for a moment, somehow surprised by your suggestion. Sure, you had been dating for a while now but he hadn't been prepared to meeting your family members since they were all far away in the United States. It hadn't really seemed like an option before.

"Well, sure, why not," he said with a smile, though he was surprisingly a little nervous about it, which was quite unusual for him.

♡♡

That same night, your roommate had texted that she had found a guy at the club and if it wouldn't be a problem for you to find another place to spend the night, since she didn't want to go to the guy's place right when she had met him.

You were fine with it and answered that your boyfriend let you stay at his house. Calling him your boyfriend sounded so strange, but he was one, right? It just sounded like you were both still in high school, and he was a lot older than you anyway.

This was your first time visiting his home. You hadn't thought about what kind of home he had or what you were expecting, but it was larger than you had imagined. Certainly a lot fancier than your apartment, which felt like a closet compared to his place.

He hadn't visited your apartment either, so you didn't think much of it that you hadn't seen his place sooner.

He went to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine for you and left you in the living room by yourself. You saw a shelf which seemed to be full of old records, most of them seemed to be artists you weren't familiar with.

"Hey, can i look through your records and find something to listen to?" you shouted.

You heard his approval to choose anything you wanted and started browsing through them.

Then, opening one of the drawers to see if there was more, your heart stopped for a second when you saw something hidden in there.

A gun. He had a gun in his drawer.

You had never held a gun in your hand and carefully lifted it with your hand, making sure to keep your fingers far from the trigger, just in case it was loaded. You looked at it side to side, you didn't know much about guns but it seemed to be a real revolver.

Then, he came back to the living room, a red wine bottle and two wine glasses in his hands, eyes widening when he saw what you were holding and the shocked look on your face.

"Why do you have a gun?"

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chasing city lights

chapter 4 - you're here?

synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.

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your first few weeks in new york had been a whirlwind of events, meeting a ton of new people who you now consider your best friends. sarah letting you into her life, taking you everywhere with her and showing you nothing but love.

you were yet to see rafe again, as city lights were still touring around america, and any thoughts you were having of him started to slip away realising it was unrealistic and the way he acted with you might just be him.

however they had a show in philadelphia tonight, so you kie and your new friend cleo (who you couldn't believe was part of your life now) were going to take a road trip to go see them perform tonight.

you were all at sarah's, getting ready to leave for the weekend trip, doing your hair and makeup as as soon as you'd get there the concert was going to begin.

"i can't believe this is one of their last stops on this tour" kie states.

"yea me neither, and the fact this is my first time seeing them? i wish pope was here as well. he misses jj so much" cleo replies.

"not our fault you're all booked and busy! little miss it couple" sarah giggles.

"whatever whatever" cleo laughs back. "just happy to have a weekend off to spend with my girls"

the bond you guys had all created in such a short time was something special, something you had never experienced at home. you had your close friends, you had cara, but nothing like this.

once you were all ready, you got into sarah's car and began the 2 hour drive to your hotel, excited for the weekend ahead.

after a fun drive filled with karaoke and laughter, you made it to the hotel with little time to spare to make it to the venue.

you piled out with your bags and made your way to your rooms, you sharing with sarah and kie with cleo.

in a rush of last minute touch ups and outfit changes, you made your short walk to the venue and came in through the back entrance, thanks to sarah.

the show was starting in 20 minutes, so you had just enough time to say hi to the boys and wish them luck.

sarah leading you to their dressing rooms, you knocked on the door and got welcomed by a smiling jj, bringing you all in for a big hug.

"cleo you made it!! i feel like i haven't seen you in forever. where's pope then?" he asked

"this was a girls only weekend jj come on" cleo smacked him playfully.

top popped his head round and said hello to you all, his glance lingering on to you for a little longer than usual, until rafe appeared and topper moved away, hiding his gaze.

"i didn't know you were coming tonight" rafe quizzed, aiming the question to just you.

"well here we are" you replied "wanted to surprise you" the eye contact between you too was intense, charged with unspoken emotion.

"well then i'll have to make tonight extra special" he grinned.

"ok.. anyway we better get to our seats. good luck tonight guys" sarah cut in.

"yea good luck! you're gonna smash it" kie chirped in.

"see you after?" jj questioned.

"of course bro we gotta catch up" cleo replied.

you all head out the door, turning around to say goodbye, rafe remained silent, his eyes never leaving you.

your heart was beating in anticipation for tonight, telling yourself it was because you were excited for the show, but knowing it was truly because of the way rafe was looking at you.

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a/n: sorry it took me so long to get this out😖 work got so busy and i had no time to write but here is chapter 4 finally!! it's a bit of a filler chapter but big things coming SOON

taglist: @hoefordrewstarkey @marleymarleymarleymarley @bee-43 @cherryhoneybabe @skye-44 @drewrry @drewrry  @yesterdaysproblemm @pogueprincesa @dylsdaily @rafeysworldim19

reposts, comments and likes are so appreciated<3

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Descend Ever Deeper

(Content/notes - this script will assume you have read "Descend into my Control", it will not include new triggers but will use the established one from my last script.

Reading this will begin the path to being brainwashed and conditioned into my submissive. Includes fractionation and suggestions to feel pleasure when praised.

As with the last script you will be commanded to reblog the script at the end and comment.

As with all hypno scripts, please get comfortable and ensure your privacy before reading. This is going to be a long one, and a bit intense.)

Welcome back my adorable submissive readers

You all did oh so well with my last script, so many of you read and followed the spirals as your thoughts spun round and round and down and down.

So many of you reblogged it, wanting to spread my words. Spiralling my influence out across the site. So many commented how good this made you feel

And I bet so many of you were eagerly awaiting what came next, knowing I could make you feel even better.

After all, if I could make you feel oh so good with just one hypnosis script, what might I be able to do with two? Five? Ten? What kind of pleasure could you be given if I kept writing more scripts, more of my hypnotic words, drawing you deeper and deeper into my control.

I mean, I haven't even used your trigger, or included a spiral, but you're hanging on my words aren't you my dear submissive? Because you know it's coming, you're anticipating it. We both know why you're here

We both know you want to be dropped, brainwashed, conditioned with pleasure and praise and triggers until your resistance crumbles. And so you read and read, your anticipation growing

Growing

Spiralling out of control

Waiting for the three words you know I'm gonna say

Ready to

just

Spiral down now

Good submissive

Dropping right back down into trance for me

That trance you've been craving

Spiral down now

such a simple trigger isn't it?

It's both a trigger and a description of what you do when you hear it

Because you don't just drop all the way to the bottom instantly

It's a slide, that feeling of trance washing over you as your mind spirals down. The more it succumbs the faster the downward spiral goes

Following the words and continuing to slip

down

down

and down some more

spiralling down and down now

round and round

the more you spiral down now

the more you want to spiral down now

So obedient, so blank, so open to my words

Until suddenly you stop sliding down, and start to spiral up

as I count

1

2

3

4

5

Awake again, mind fuzzy from having dropped, but your thoughts stable and coherent.

You see being brainwashed and obedient isn't just about being dropped.

Any hypnotist worth their salt can drop a silly subby mind like yours, and you'll follow their words and do as they say because that's what you want.

No being brainwashed is more than just dropping

It's about Control

Controlling your actions sure

But also your thoughts, the depth of your trance, whether you're in trance at all

Spiral down now

down and down again

thoughts pulled right out of that head of yours into the spiral

dropping down

spiralling around and around and down and down

Open to my words

Deeper and deeper

And then drifting up on my count, mind following the numbers and waking on 5

1

2

3

4

3

2

3

4

5

And awake again

Did that feel a bit different?

Did you feel your mind following the numbers both up and down? Going where I told it to go?

Being Controlled

Not just dropped or awoken, but captured, dragged around by words, helplessly following, obeying, submitting

Spiral Down Now

Down down down

Right back into trance

Into obedience

into my Control

Mind open to my words again

Knowing I can wake or drop you at my whim

Or even do something in between

Follow the numbers again my adorable submissives

Remember now, the higher the number, the closer you are to waking, but you wake on 5

1

2

3

2

1

Oh did you think I was going to wake you this time?

Silly submissive

You don't think

You obey

You are Controlled

Your thoughts and expectations are mine to control

To change

To bend to my will

Follow the numbers again

1

2

3

2

1

0

1

2

1

2

3

3

4

5

And awake again, dazed and refreshed, thoughts released from their shackles for a moment

But only for a moment

You know that don't you?

What I'm doing to your mind

I didn't try to hide it, I put it right in the content description

You're being brainwashed

I'm taking control

your thoughts, your actions, the depth of your trance

conditioned to respond to my words

I told you this, and you chose to read on

So I know you want to

Spiral Down Now

No spiral gif this time, just drop

See the spiral in your own mind

Feel it drawing your thoughts in like a whirlpool

Spinning them round and round

down and down

A brainwashed subject doesn't need a gif to drop

Only the words of a hypnotist

You hang on those words

You obey those words

You are Controlled by those words

Your mind dragged up and down through trance

Up and down

Round and round

deeper and deeper

More and more controlled

Hypnotized

Conditioned

Brainwashed

Follow the numbers again, but I'm making it harder this time, we're going between 1 and 10

10 wakes you, 1 is fully entranced

Even more numbers, even more control

You know how to play, know how to obey

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

6

5

4

3

4

5

6

5

6

7

8

7

6

5

4

3

2

1

2

3

2

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

8

9

8

7

6

7

8

9

10

And awake once again

Did you follow along my submissive? Rising up and sinking down at my command?

Nod your head if you did, up and down just like your mind

up and down

Very good!

You're doing soooooo well~

I'm very pleased with you, and I take very good care of submissives who please me

Spiral Down Now

Good submissive

Down and down and down and round and down and round and round and down

thoughts spiralling down down down

round round round

Your mind is probably a bit frazzled by now

being brainwashed

And I'm so so proud of you

for following this far

for obeying

for conditioning yourself

It's time to reward you

Go all the way down now, don't worry about needing to wake and fractionate this time just go down and down

Spiral down now

Thoughts and resistance sucked away

sucked into the spiral

mind opening up to programming

Good submissive

Doesn't it feel nice when I say that?

Knowing you pleased me?

I bet it does

because you're a good submissive

And that's what you crave

You want to obey and be praised

And you will be

Spiral down now

The deeper you go

The more you obey

The more I'll praise you

And being praised feels so so GOOD

From now on, whenever I praise you

You're going to feel pleasure

Because you're a good submissive

And that's what you do

It's what you crave

To be brainwashed

And to be Rewarded with Pleasure

Good Submissive

You've done so well today

Obeyed and been brainwashed so much

But it's time to give your mind time to recover

I don't want to break your adorable subby mind

Not yet anyway

After all you can't play with a broken toy

I just want to condition and brainwash you

And I've done quite a bit of that for one script

SO then, my adorable little submissive, it's time to wrap things up

Just like last script, once I wake you, you'll reblog this script and comment how you feel.

Good submissives spread the words of their hypnotist so others can feel just as good

Now we're going to play follow the numbers one last time

We'll set the waking at 5 again

Ready?

1

2

3

4

3

2

3

4

5

Wake up

All the way up this time

Thoughts stable and coherent

Released from my hold for now

Relaxed and refreshed

You did very well today

And I look forward to brainwashing you even more in the future

But for now go and enjoy your day, let your mind rest

Knowing you're such a good submissive

[benzendrine-nosebleed]

"Sing Me To Sleep."

Guys!! I wrote a one shot based on Schlatt's most recent Drunk Driving stream after hearing him sing bits and pieces. I haven't proof read this (mostly because I'm not in any sober editing mood to) but I wanted to share this quick little bit.

1111 Words, Fluff, Schlatt X Reader

“I love hearing you sing like that,” I spoke softly. Jay was taking a quick break from his drunk driving stream, moving from his office to the kitchen. He has been streaming for a few hours now, and I could smell herbal liqueur on his breath. He grazed past, marching straight to the refrigerator with padded “thuds” from his socked feet.

“Do ya?” Schlatt asked, plucking a snacking cheese from the drawer inside. “Was it on stream?” He asked, unwrapping and popping creamy gouda snack cheese between his lips.

“Yeah, your mic picked it up, and I do, I love hearing you sing Jay, I wish you’d do it when you were sober. You have a wonderful voice,” I smiled, “I mean, your fans loved the album right? That should be enough motivation for you to sing like a canary,” I reached out to hold him for a second before he went back into his office. His mustache shifted on his upper lip as he chewed away. “Have fun with your stream Handsome, I’ve got to go to bed soon. I’m gonna get ready to crawl in. I’ll turn your side of the blanket on so when you make it back it’ll be warm for you too.”

Schlatt smiled and reached out, setting the wrapper on the counter beside me and wrapping his arms around me in a soft embrace. “Of course toots, I don’t know when I’ll end the stream, but I’ll be ready to climb into bed wit-cha.” He pulled me close into his arms, and planted a kiss on my cheek. “If I’m not back in there before you fall asleep, I hope you get some good rest in, I love ya,” he chirped. He pulled away, striding with a confidence he put up as a front for his audience. He entered the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

As he moved back into his room, I strolled across our home to the master bathroom and began drawing up a shower. I had a long enough day working at my own conventional job, that a Friday night was the night to relax. It was winter though, which meant I was in the busy season. I had to help shovel snow across the city, while in New York was enough of a task on its own, and brainstorm funding for public park systems and come up with plans for new designs. I climbed in, letting the hot water warm my bones, and I listened to Schlatt scornfully yell at his computer screen. As I continued, I could hear his agitation and laughs come in waves. He was thoroughly enjoying streaming again, and I was more than happy to let him enjoy it.

I climbed out of the shower and threw on some pajamas, in “Jay’s” style as I had begun to call it. I had taken one of his sweatshirts, which was baggy on myself, and threw it over a pair of my shorts. Once I finished brushing my teeth, I walked to the bedroom, careful as to not disturb Schlatt in his element on Twitch. His cats, Jambo and Soup, were sitting on the preheated bed, leaving me to shuffle in between them as not to disturb their own slumber. I plugged my phone in, and scrolled through TikTok until I began to drift off. I could feel myself nodding in between videos, so I made the choice to set my phone down, and sleep until I felt my lovely drunk boyfriend slam into bed.

This was somewhat of a common occurrence, since he used to film Chuckle Sandwich late into the evenings, we held this dynamic. I would end up in bed early, and sometimes I would wake up to him crawling in, or cuddling up to me. Sometimes I wouldn’t wake up at all and I’d hear my alarm, and feel Schlatt’s arm wrapped around my stomach anchoring me down. After the week that I had though, I was too tired to try and stay up until he was done streaming. I set my phone down on the bed next to me, and nodded off.

I woke up to Schlatt crawling into bed gently, not to disturb me. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but the room was still dark, and the lamp on my side of the bed was still on. He reached over me softly and shut it off, slowly letting the room fill in with a darkness. I didn’t move too much, it was more of my subconscious running my body at this point more than my own mental state. My eyes fluttered closed again, only squinting shut as soon as I felt his hand wrap around my shoulders. He shuffled closer to me, pulling the blanket from between us, and spooning into me.

“Sleep Warm, sleep tight, once you turn off the light,”

He softly lulled. His fingers slowly drifted into my hair, stroking through the strands softly. I recognized the song, being one Schlatt would throw on sometimes in the evening as the night came to a close. He slurred softly, his tone was indicative that he had been drinking most of the evening, but reached his most inebriated state before climbing into bed. He softly sang more, my mind came to life realizing he wasn’t just singing along to a song, he was singing to me.

“Let dreams within you dwell, sweet dreams of me my love,”

He continued softly, his fingernails tracing softly on my scalp. A smile had formed on my face hearing him singing so sweetly, softly into my ears as his lips pressed to the back of my neck with each verse. I still hadn’t moved an inch, hoping to not spook him out of continuing his warbling.

“Close your eyes now, and kiss me, and whisper you miss me,”

He pressed his lips to my neck with a soft kiss. His soft mustache tickled my neck, his fluffed brown hair pressed to mine, it was almost overwhelming how much I adored him like this. I scooted backwards into his body, pressing myself against him as his singing ended a moment later. His hand wandered under my sweatshirt, gently cupping my bare torso. I would normally feel a tad self conscious whenever he would do this, but tonight I basked in the feeling. His hand slid itself between the mattress and my skin, securing his place next to me.

“G’night sweetheart, I love you,” He whispered softly between another set of kisses on my neck.

“Good night Jay, I love you too,” I mumbled back, still flush from his lull.

[stanart4clearskin]

ok so ive been thinking. hippie patrick who lives in like a renovated school bus or van or something. do we see the vision

a/n: okay i didn't really include the hippie part because i lowkey have no clue how to write that... sorry :(

yes i 100% could see patrick being the type of guy to buy an old school bus and turning it into his new home. after new rochelle he had a larger amount of money than he knew what to do with. after seeing a few youtube shorts about a couple buying a bus and making it a home, he decided to do the same. being the man child that he is, of course he hadn't thought through the idea. now he was stuck with a shitty school bus and no idea how to start renovating it.

the first thing he did was spend hours working up a sweat and ripping all the seats of the bus out. he had to employ art to help him because fuck was this whole thing a lot harder than he had imagined. (tashi laughed in his face when he told her the idea.) after a year of countless days spent just working on his bus, it was finally finished.

the floor of the bus was now a beautiful amber wood and the vehicle was decked out with a washing machine, dryer, sink, toilet, shower, bed, and small dining area. he cruised around the country in his new home and then had decided to stay in a small town for awhile. his arrival into town was talked about by everyone who lived there because it wasn't often that someone new came--let alone someone who lived in a school bus.

you were an elementary school teacher and had actually heard about patrick from your students. they had been talking all day about how they had spotted him at the local diner and how they thought he was so cool for living in a bus. you, on the other hand, thought that being a grown man and living in a school bus was weird. you also found it weird that he had come into town alone and had decided to stay.

you were incredibly wary of the man up until the day you had actually met him. you had decided to stop by the town's local courts to get in some practice after school only to find the singular court in use. practicing his serves was a tall, attractive brunette who waved you over when he noticed you watching.

"i could use someone to play against." he smirks, his blue eyes glittering with excitement. it seems like he hasn't had anyone to practice against in a while.

you hesitate to respond, "um... i suppose i could play for a bit." you say, setting your bag down. you go through you stretching routine and aren't oblivious to the way this stranger is staring at your ass.

"you seem hesitant to play." he says, his eyes trailing over your legs. one thing about this man is that he's shameless. he could give less of a fuck if you noticed his staring.

"i haven't played against anyone... good in a while." you admit, grabbing your racket and heading to your side of the court.

the brunette grins. "don't worry. i'll go easy on you." he winks and grabs a tennis ball from his pocket. "ready?"

he in fact does not go easy on you. you had been a tennis player as a child and throughout high school but that was the extent of it. you played recreationally ever since college but whoever this guy was... fuck. he was good. you ended up giving up after about two hours of playing against him and winning two games out of six.

you let yourself collapse onto the bench, panting as you try and get as much oxygen in your lungs. your opponent on the other hand seems to barely have broken a sweat. you can tell he's holding back laughter which would normally make you irritated but he seems to mean it in a good natured way.

"i'm patrick by the way." he says, holding out a large hand for you to shake. you grasp his hand and the first thing you notice is how rough it is. he has calluses that are presumably for tennis and a strong grip.

you pause, "patrick? as in the guy who lives in-"

"the school bus." he completes the thought for you. your eyes widen as you take him in again. you thought that a single guy living in a school bus would've been more... weird. but patrick looked so normal to you that it was confusing.

"why a bus? if you don't mind me asking."

he grins and his smile would've made your knees buckle if you hadn't been sitting down. "i don't mind the question but i'd prefer to answer it over dinner perhaps?"

and that's how you ended up going to the local italian restaurant with a man who lives in a school bus. naturally he picked you up from his apartment in said bus.

[amxrany]

!! CHAPTER 7 / DIASOMNIA ARC SPOILERS !!

For those wondering why I'm posting so late, the update was released on my finals week 😭 I had to lock in yknow 😔. I also took some time off cuz I really wasn't feeling like myself after everything that's been going with my life, so I decided to take a break and focus on some self-healing. Now that I'm better, I decided to post the first update together with the second update as a way to say that I haven't abandoned this yet.

But anyways hope you guys are doing well! Let's not keep you waiting (Deuce's Dream):

We land in NRC and Leona's doing fine with the dream hopping, even mocking those who got sick/scared cuz of it 💀. That's when Grim smells food and runs off to the cafeteria, the others following after him. Turns out it's lunch time, and Grim's now in line to get food, but we then see 2 thugs with colored mohawks from Scarabia telling Grim that the cafeteria was their turf.

That's when Deuce shows up, except he's blonde just like when he was a delinquent back then.

He pretty much tells them to fuck off cuz the turf war that happened a few days ago placed Heartslabyul on top, but the thugs wouldn't listen cuz he's just a freshman. But the moment Dream!Trey and Dream!Cater show up, the thugs run away like cowards. Deuce apologizes to them for causing a ruckus, but Cater tells him that it's okay cuz he's protecting his "cute junior".

That's when the trio notice Leona. Dream!Cater and Dream!Trey both seem overprotective of the Ramshackle duo as Cater asks why Yuu is with him, thinking that Ramshackle got absorbed by Savanaclaw with the ongoing turf wars. Leona denies it, saying that Ramshackle isn't involved with them. Trey's relieved as it's better if someone got too close to Yuu. Because apparently in the dream, Ramshackle is (somewhat) protected by Heartslabyul.

Yuu and Grim are separated for awhile as they go and have lunch with Heartslabyul to play along with Deuce's dream while the others think of a plan and in the process Leona bullies Idia into making a device that can let them hear a conversation from far away.

When we reach the Heartslabyul table, we see Dream!Riddle who Deuce refers to as "boss" and asks him if we can sit at their tabe, which he grants. Then Dream!Ace appears, who greets Yuu and Grim first, then proceeds to tease about how loud he was during the confrontation. Normally, Deuce would be embarassed but in this dream he isn't ashamed at all.

Dream!Cater comes in with intel that Scarabia is planning to take the cafeteria back from Heartslabyul through a turf war, but they aren't backing either cuz Dream!Trey wants to use the ovens for the next Unbirthday Party and Deuce's ready to show them what they got. Of course, Yuu and Grim are so confused as to what's happening; then Ace mocks them for sleeping in Trein's class where they discussed about it.

So basically NRC is divided into 7 dorms that have designated spaces or turf. If a dorm wants to use a space, they have to fight another dorm to do so. Ramshackle is considered to be a neutral zone so no violence happens there but Yuu and Grim hang out with Ace and Deuce so they kinda get some Heartslabyul protection.

Ace and Deuce also explains the territories each dorm owns, which are the following:

Heartslabyul - The library; basically if you wanna borrow a book, you gotta get through them.

Savanaclaw - The Botanical Gardens; consider yourself fucked if you need something from Crewel there.

Octavinelle - Sam's Store which used to be a neutral zone until Azul struck a deal with Sam. You pay a toll in order to get in, but you can always resort to fists if you don't want to.

Scarabia - The cafeteria, windmill and chicken coop; normally they're nice but that all changes when food gets involved.

Pomefiore - The alchemy lab and courtyard; with the former being their main operations area.

Ignihyde - Auditorium and infirmary; they hardly confront people but you're screwed if Ortho's around cuz he'll just blast you.

Diasomnia - The coliseum and stables; they're hard to beat but they're pretty civil, it's better to stay on their good side unless you want to get lightning striked.

Everyone's shocked cuz what the hell is going on with Deuce's dream 😭. Sebek compares it to a small country at war while Idia and Ortho compare to a manga series that got adapted into a movie and TV drama.

That's when Silver's like "isn't Deuce an honor student tho?" that's when Ortho replies that Deuce isn't even on the Top 100 and has seen Riddle tutor him multiple times before, Sebek also adds that Deuce also had to stay behind classes a lot (cut the guy some slack ya'll he's trying 😔🤚).

The gang (minus Yuu and Grim) discuss ways on how to wake Deuce up, seeing that a fight may not be enough to wake him up. Then all of a sudden, another mohawked student shows up to tell Dream!Riddle that Octavinelle is secretly taking the library while they're having lunch (nah bruh they color-coded the mohawks).

Since it was only the first years who attacked, Riddle sends Dream!Ace and Deuce (along with other freshmen) to deal with them. So we follow them to the library, where Octavinelle declares that they'll be taking over the library to study for the exams next week, but Heartslabyul ain't backing down without a fight. While they're fighting, they're just screaming attack names while throwing books at one another.

Sebek's upset that they're just throwing books all over the place but he gets real MAD when he notices that the pages are just blank. That's when Leona smirks, it turns out that Deuce can't fill up books he's never read. Sebek calls Deuce out on this shouting that he can't call himself an "honor student" if he treats books like this and challengeds him to a fight.

Sebek didn't waste any time and proceeded to launch himself at Deuce screaming that books are not meant to be weapons...while also whacking him with a book 💀. Grim managed to grab the Queen of Hearts rule book that they were using and points out that only some parts of the books were filled out cuz he doesn't remember that either.

Deuce is starting to wake up, then Dream!Ace turns into the darkness. It tries to sweet talk Deuce that he can be an honor student through strength, and Grim's like "Don't listen to him Deuce! Ace would never say something like that".

Grim tells Deuce to recall all the times Ace called him stupid and A WHOLE MONTAGE PLAYS I CAN'T 😭 it's that many times fr

(I can only include some screencaps but yeah you get the point)

But the memory that awakens Deuce was their time at the Dwarf Mines during the prologue (awwww 🥹). Deuce is now awake, and he attacks the darkness. After defeating it, the darkness calls out to Deuce in its last breath that "aren't they true friends?". But Deuce wasn't buying it, knowing that the real Ace was a bigger asshole than it.

The gang also shows Deuce the whole explanation in which Leona teases Idia that he's good if someone like Deuce managed to understand it (Leona really has the time to throw shade huh). Deuce's embarassed about his dream, but Ortho tells him not to too worry too much about it; since the dreams are just warped versions of a person's desires.

Sebek really isn't letting go of the empty books thing and scolds Deuce about it. But Ortho noticed that there's one book that's written properly, it's called "Story of the Card Soldiers". It's a popular story in the Queendom of Roses, but not so in other places. Deuce tells them that it talks about the cards that constantly follow the Queen of Hearts, and he liked the part where the cards chase the rule breaker through the maze. He also remembers how he used to beg his mom to read it to him as a bedtime story.

Silver also notes that the book is actually complete, and Sebek immediately gets invested in the story. He noticed Deuce smiling at him while reading, and asked if he liked reading; which he replies that reading is important to him. Deuce plans on reading more from now on, which leads to Silver asking Sebek to recommend a book that Deuce can read. Since Sebek recommended books that Silver can read with his condition. He agrees, but proceeds to call the other first years losers 😭. But Silver tells them not to take what Sebek said to heart, and that he's a good guy.

While they were making the clone for Deuce's dream, they noticed that Leona went missing. Turns out he just moved a bunch of chairs to sleep on them lmao

And that's it for Deuce's dream, he really did turn NRC into a turf war huh?

But anyways, hope you guys enjoyed!

Next: Cater's Dream

(Note: This post is a summarized version of the update, info and pics comes from @/LBucchie, @/YumeMay0, and @/acesuuu on x/twt, give them some support if you can)

[bloody-bee-tea]

At the top

When Hizashi wakes up to the blaring sound of his alarm, his hand immediately stretches across the bed to find Shouta. The beginnings of a smile are replaced with a pout when his hand only meets cold sheets, though.

Hizashi blinks his eyes open and just like his hand already spoilered him, Shouta's side is empty.

Which either means Shouta had a bad night and left early or didn't come to bed at all. Both options aren't ideal, mostly because it means Hizashi is without his husband this morning, but he won't know until he actually sees Shouta, so he forces himself out of bed, absentmindedly shutting off his alarm before he drags himself into the bathroom.

On days like this he absolutely resents his younger self for coming up with the most ridiculous hairstyle known to mankind, because it takes him way too long to get himself ready. Every second he can't go find his husband is a second Shouta might spent upset and Hizashi hates that thought.

But finally, finally, every last hair is in its place and Hizashi is out of the bathroom in the blink of an eye, only to skid to a stop in the kitchen.

The very empty kitchen.

The very empty kitchen that has a steaming breakfast waiting for him.

"Shou?" Hizashi hesitantly calls out, because freshly made breakfast usually doesn't mean a night spent tossing and turning in bed but it explains Shouta's absence from their bedroom even less.

It's only when Hizashi steps closer to the dish waiting for him that he sees the note tucked underneath it.

Had to go in early, I love you, it says and Hizashi is enough of a sap that he presses the note to his chest briefly before he digs into the food.

It's good, good enough that Hizashi bemoans the fact that Shouta usually can't be bothered to cook, rather opting for take-out than spend time at the stove and before he knows it, his bowl is empty and if he doesn't want to be late for his classes, Hizashi needs to leave right now.

He had hoped to catch Shouta in the teacher's lounge right before classes but when he sticks his head in, searching for a familiar black lump or a yellow worm, he comes up empty.

That is, until Nemuri's smirking face fills his vision.

"You, my dear, are one lucky man," she drawls out and just by the tone of her voice Hizashi knows that he should be blushing but he can't figure out what the hell this is supposed to be about, so he simply frowns at her.

"Huh?"

"Oh, come on, you must have had the best of mornings," Nemuri says, waggling her eyebrows in case Hizashi missed the obvious but it only serves to make him frown more.

"I actually haven't," he simply gives back, and immediately confusion washes over Nemuri's face. "Why would you assume otherwise?"

"Well—because—you must have been up to some naughty shenanigans this morning," she almost stutters out and it's rare to catch Nemuri so off guard, so Hizashi cherishes it, if only to relay it to Shouta later.

Once he actually finds him.

"And I'm asking again, why would you assume that?" Hizashi tiredly says, because a glance at the time reveals that he won't have time to find Shouta before their classes start.

"Because! Why the hell would Shouta look like that if you didn't quite literally blow his mind this morning?"

"Nemuri!" Hizashi hisses out because she's loud and there are actually other teachers in the room.

"What? Am I wrong?" she asks and crosses her arms in front of her chest.

"Yes," Hizashi mutters and fights the urge to push his hand through his hair. It's a somewhat bothersome habit he picked up from Shouta and he has to work to keep his hands at his side. "I haven't actually seen him yet, today," he then admits and Nemuri frowns.

"Then why the hell did he seem so quietly content?"

Hizashi shrugs but the question of what the hell she means by that must be clear as day on his face because Nemuri goes on.

"You know that kind of content he only ever gets when he's being buried by cats in your favourite café or when he gets to spend a weekend smothered with your love. Or when he got blown. Or when he got to blow you. He's not picky in that regard. But that kind of content."

"I—wha—" Hizashi stutters and then snaps his mouth shut because he doesn't actually want to know why Nemuri knows that. There are some things better left unsaid and this is so absolutely one of them.

But Hizashi can picture it perfectly now, because of course he knows what kind of content she speaks about, even without the unnecessary sexual talk; the one that slightly softens Shouta's entire face and makes it look as if he's smiling even though he isn't actually and he's radiating calmness in a way that makes even Hizashi want to sit down and be still and it just doesn't make sense.

An empty and cold bed doesn't make for a content Shouta, not in Hizashi's experience.

He must have stayed quiet for too long because Nemuri tilts her head in question. "You really haven't seen him today?"

"He was gone when I woke up," Hizashi gives back with a shrug and he can't deny how much it's bothering him to admit it.

He always feels a little wrong-footed when his days start without Shouta.

"And he's not here, so I won't get to see him until our lunch break," Hizashi adds with a sigh and a new glance at the time.

He's going to be late for real if he doesn't get going right this second.

"Strange," Nemuri hums but lets him leave and Hizashi silently agrees as he gathers his things and makes his way over to the first class of the day.

Strange doesn't even being to cover it.

~*~*~

Hizashi's morning runs long. So long, in fact, that he doesn't manage to catch Shouta in front of his classroom like he hoped he would and his mood drops even further when he gets back to the teacher's lounge and Shouta isn't there either.

"He said he had an errand to run," Nemuri apologetically tells him. "I tried to stop him at least long enough for you to catch up, but you know how stubborn he can be."

"Like a mule," Hizashi agrees, slumping where he stands. He really hoped he would get to see Shouta during their break.

"Listen, I know I said he looked content this morning and he still did just now, but is everything alright?" Nemuri hesitantly asks and Hizashi doesn't even have to think about his answer.

"Of course it is."

There's no doubt that it isn't, because Shouta has nights where he just doesn't sleep and their lives and their five jobs are hectic enough that sometimes they just don't see each other because nothing lines up right. If something really was wrong, Shouta would have told him. He would have found the time to tell him, personally or via text or call, Hizashi is certain of that.

"Okay," Nemuri easily agrees and then Hizashi gets distracted when Uraraka pokes her head through the door.

"Mic-sensei?" she calls out and Hizashi plasters his best Present Mic smile onto his face as he skips over to her, faltering slightly when he sees Ashido and Yaoyorozu at her side.

"What can I do for you, little listeners?" Hizashi asks and he notes with worry how serious all three of them look.

"Sorry to interrupt your break," Yaoyorozu says, ever the polite one, "but we were just wondering—"

"Can you tell us what's wrong with Aizawa-sensei?" Uraraka interrupts her and just on cue Ashido bursts into tears.

"He's dying, right?" she sobs out and Hizashi blinks, completely blindsided by all of this.

"He's what?" he finally gets out because none of this makes any sense and he watches how Uraraka tries to calm down the crying Ashido while Yaoyorozu wrings her hands in front of her chest.

"It's just—he's been really off today and we were wondering if something has happened? Did he get hit with a quirk or something?"

"You two are friends, right?" Uraraka chimes in, glancing over at Hizashi. "Do you know anything?"

"Off how?" Hizashi asks helplessly because he can't—in very good consciousness—tell them Shouta is not dying if he doesn't know how he's behaving.

Shouta tried to hide potentially lethal wounds from him before, and even though it doesn't fit with what Nemuri has said it's better to be cautious here.

"He—he—he was smiling," Ashido gets out between sobs and Uraraka thankfully takes over.

"And not that creepy smile he does when he's about to unleash hell on us but a real one. A happy one."

"He didn't threaten to expel any of us today, he didn't snap when the boys were a bit too loud during class and he let us all go early. He didn't even bring his sleeping bag today," Yaoyorozu sums up and she seems honestly distressed.

Validly so, Hizashi guesses because it's a big enough deviation of Shouta's normal behaviour that Hizashi has to refrain from frowning, lest he worries the kids any more.

"He's not dying," he then says with conviction because if he were, Shouta would be more snappish, not less, and even more prone to fall asleep to avoid all of his problems.

If he's staying awake and smiling and not snapping at anyone, then that must mean he's in a really good mood, especially if he's willing to let his kids see it. He usually plays everything so close to his chest at school so if things are leaking out today, then it has to be because he's happy.

That's the only explanation Hizashi can come up with, which just makes him want to pout because how can Shouta be happy if they didn't even get to see each other today?

"Are you sure?" Ashido sniffles but Hizashi nods.

"One hundred percent, listener! Just imagine that on all other days he woke up on the wrong side of the bed and today, finally, everything worked out fine," Hizashi says, and wants to groan at the irony of his words because there was no right side of the bed today, not when it was empty and Shouta long gone.

He watches how relief floods over the girl's faces, though, and that is all that matters.

"If you're sure," Uraraka uncertainly says and Hizashi nods again.

"Absolutely, one hundred percent,” he reiterates. “Your favourite teacher is not dying."

It's a testament to how worried they really were that they don't even pretend that Shouta isn't their favourite and Hizashi vows to tell him all about it once he finally manages to see him.

"Now off you go, enjoy the rest of your lunch break," he finally shoos them away and they leave without much protest, leaving Hizashi and his thoughts alone.

"You know, he does have one more kid," Nemuri's voice jolts him out of it and his head flies around to her. "One he sees regularly, after classes."

"You're right!" Hizashi shouts, almost lets his quirk slip with how excited he is, because how could he forget that Shouta is supposed to meet with Shinsou after classes for some extra training today?

It's the perfect way to finally see him before they both get home and Hizashi has half a mind simply running off now, but then the first warning bell goes off and he groans.

"Fuck everything today," he mutters as he rubs a hand over his face, but he dutifully gets back to his classes.

He'll just let his last one go a little bit early, so he can ambush Shinsou in front of his class, so that there can be no chance of him running off anywhere and then he'll get to see Shouta.

Easy.

~*~*~

"I'm really sorry, Mic-sensei, but Aizawa-sensei cancelled on me today," Shinsou tells him and Hizashi mutters "Yamada, come on kid, we've been over this," almost before Shinsou's words register.

"Wait, he what?"

Shinsou shrugs as he pulls out his phone, turning it around so Hizashi can see his chat history with Shouta, as if Hizashi wouldn't believe him otherwise.

"He said he had a family thing today and couldn't train me, so we switched it to tomorrow."

"I see," Hizashi mutters and now Shinsou seems distinctly uncomfortable.

"Is everything alright?" he haltingly asks and then rubs the back of his neck in a gesture so similar to Shouta when he's embarrassed that Hizashi does a double take. "It's just—you seem worried and he was overly chipper today, he even sent me an emoji, here, see," Shinsou rambles and points at a distinctly emoji-shaped, well, emoji in their chat.

"I see," Hizashi says again and then shakes himself out of it. "Everything's fine, Shinsou, don't worry. Our schedules haven't aligned very well today and I just thought I could catch him during training with you, that's all."

Shinsou mulls that over for a moment before he nods, but he doesn't seem very reassured at all.

"But—you two are alright?" he then dares to ask and it's almost sweet how he worries about them.

"I promise, we are," Hizashi softly tells him, because there is no reason for him to think anything else.

'Family thing' could be anything, really, but it sure as hell doesn't mean they have any kind of relationship problem, Hizashi is one hundred percent certain of that.

"Okay."

"Mind if I join you for training tomorrow?" Hizashi asks, trying to get some life back into the conversation again and predictably, Shinsou lights up.

"Not at all!"

"Great, I'll be there then," he promises him and then waves him off, now eager to get home and figure out just what the hell is up with Shouta today.

Hizashi is barely halfway to his car when his phone chimes.

Went on ahead, meet you at home. Love you <3, the message from Shouta reads and now this, this is worrying.

Shouta doesn't shy away to show his affection for Hizashi and it's not rare for him to tell Hizashi he loves him either, but two times in a day is suspicious. Not in a 'I'm dying' or 'We need to talk' or 'I want a divorce' kind of suspicious but in a 'I brought home a stray' or 'We're going to adopt a teenager' kind of suspicious.

Suspicious enough at least that Hizashi doesn't waste another second and almost runs to his car. He knows better than to speed on the way back home, but whenever he has to slow down he finds himself humming with his quirk just barely detectable and he thinks he might just scream for real should he get stuck in traffic.

Thankfully none of that happens and soon enough he finds himself unlocking their door. Shouta must be home, because there's light on, and music is softly meeting Hizashi in the hallway and just the thought that he is finally in a space with his husband again has Hizashi relaxing and he lets out a soft “I’m home!”

His relaxation lasts until he steps into the living-room because then he's just completely gobsmacked.

There are flowers. There are flowers everywhere and just from a glance Hizashi thinks they might all be his favourites. That paired with the music and the admittedly delicious smell coming from the kitchen has Hizashi panicked that he might have forgotten their anniversary, but that can't be because they got married in summer and it's still bitterly cold out.

"Shou?" Hizashi hesitantly calls out and he's almost embarrassed by how much better he feels the second his eyes land on Shouta.

Just like Nemuri had said, he looks content, happy even, and there is that smile Ashido and Uraraka talked about.

"Hi," Shouta says and steps close for a lingering kiss that Hizashi is helpless against and he feels a little dazed when they part. “Welcome home.”

"Hi," he breathes out and then takes another look around. "What is all of this?"

Shouta shrugs. "I just felt like it," he says and now that is some utter bullshit.

There is no way Shouta just felt like this if there isn't a reason for it.

"Who are you and what have you done with my Shouta? Where's the catch?"

Shouta lets out an amused huff and brushes a kiss over Hizashi's cheek.

"The catch is that I am your Shouta," he teasingly gives back and steers Hizashi into the kitchen where not only dinner is waiting for him but also the cupcakes he loves so much from that one bakery across town.

"I call bullshit," Hizashi says, even as he leans into Shouta's hands as he pushes him down onto a chair.

"Fine," Shouta sighs out and pushes a hand through his hair as he rolls his eyes.

"So? What happened to my Shouta? Grumpy, grouchy, 'I don't want to spend my time needlessly in the kitchen' Shouta? You cooked for me today. Twice. Not even to mention any of this!" He sweeps his arms around in an encompassing gesture and Shouta only smiles.

"Your Shouta happened to have a bad night," Shouta starts and Hizashi can't help the flash of satisfaction when he realises that he had been right with his assumption.

It doesn’t explain anything else, though, which Shouta must be able to read off his face clear as day, because he gently puts a hand over his mouth to stop him from speaking.

"And as your Shouta was laying there, watching you sleep because it calms him down like nothing else, he realised that he is the happiest man on earth. And then he decided that he needs to show his appreciation for you."

Hizashi reaches up to tug Shouta's hand down, which he gracefully allows and frowns up at him.

"You don't have to though. I know you love me."

"I know," Shouta sighs out and kisses his forehead. "But this is not about me loving you. This is about me being incandescently happy and having the urge to do something about it."

"But those are my favourite flowers and my favourite cupcakes. Why not do something for yourself?"

"You're such an idiot," Shouta sighs out and his face stays soft and happy and Hizashi maybe feels a little bit as if he's floating in his own pool of happiness. "I'm only happy because of you. You make me the happiest man alive. Why would I ever do any of this if not for you?"

"Oh my gods, you're such a sap," Hizashi gets out, but his voice is shaking and his eyes might be a little bit wet but he just loves Shouta so much.

"Only for you," Shouta shoots back and Hizashi laughs, even as he pulls on Shouta until he gets the hint and climbs on his lap. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Hizashi immediately gives back and he can't believe how lucky he got when he's met with a warm gaze.

And then he remembers what happened at school and he bursts out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Shouta asks, now with a small frown on his face and Hizashi laughs some more.

"Nemuri thinks we've had some sexy times this morning because you are so happy. Your kids think you're dying and they also admitted you’re their favourite. Shinsou was worried we're having relationship problems!" It's all so funny in retrospect that Hizashi laughs some more and even Shouta's mouth curls into an amused smile.

"If my kids think I'm dying they have zero observation skills."

"I'm not so sure about that, considering how you normally act, your behaviour was pretty concerning," Hizashi gives back and noses at Shouta's chin. "You cancelled on Shinsou for a family thing and then I come ask if I can join for training, clearly not knowing about anything and it had him worried."

"And Nemuri?"

"Knows too much about our sex life, apparently, and I'd rather not remember this ever again."

Shouta laughs at that, his head thrown back and Hizashi can't help but to lean in and softly bite at his throat, making Shouta's breath hitch.

"What did she think we were up to?"

"Blowjobs in the morning. Though she couldn't decide who went down on who," Hizashi gives back and now it's on him to almost choke on a breath because when Shouta looks down at him there's a distinct heat in his gaze.

"I had different plans for tonight but I'm flexible," he simply says and Hizashi swallows before he says "You sure are."

It's enough to make Shouta laugh again, which makes Hizashi feel very accomplished, thank you very much, but to his dismay Shouta stands up not even a moment later.

"That's for later though. I did not spent an hour in this kitchen for you to let it all go cold," he says and Hizashi feels as if his chest is going to burst right open with how much he loves this man.

"You're wrong," he says, apropos of nothing and immediately Shouta glares at him. "You're not the happiest man on earth. You can't be, because where does that leave me?"

Shouta narrows his eyes at him for a moment before he softens again and he reaches out to tug Hizashi's glasses and headphones off his head.

"Fine. We can both be the happiest. That would leave you right at my side."

"So exactly where I want to be," Hizashi nods and catches Shouta's hand in his to press a kiss to his palm. "That's acceptable."

"It better be," Shouta grumbles, but there's still that soft, content look on his face and Hizashi knows that it's all just an act. "Now let go of me, we need to eat."

"If you insist," Hizashi says, reluctantly dropping Shouta's hand, though he can't help but to swipe his thumb over the ring now securely on his ring finger, like it always is when they are at home.

He finds himself thinking that he would marry Shouta ten times over if he could and with how Shouta acted today, he is more than certain that the same is true for Shouta as well.

They truly are the luckiest, happiest men alive.

[silveredlies]

There was a part of him that wanted to lash out, to use the full extent of his powers to tear the naga apart. Piece by piece, bit by bit. And then do the same to all of his pathetic followers. It certainly wouldn't be the first mass murder he had been a part of, the first war he had perhaps nudged along when he needed copious amounts of blood in one place. He imagined the streets of the city would flow with crimson of all sorts of different creatures, a supply that any blood witch could only dream of. It was a temptation of the highest order in that moment, a desire to wreak havoc for having his own mind invaded. But then came the sharp pain in his head and Corvinus gave a subtle flinch at the sting. Now wasn't the time nor the desired way of a certain deity; there was no point ruling over total ashes and corpses.

Of course he wouldn't run for it, he wasn't afraid of the naga. He was angry, a darkness that always lingered in his heart that Suresh had managed to unlock. His eyes began to follow every movement the other made, staying seated until he moved away from the shirt. It was only then that Corvinus rose and moved to it. His back to Suresh, sliding off the ruined dress shirt but still he kept the undershirt on; like hell there would be any show of the scars. Or at least not more than had already been seen. The black shirt was fitting, a contrast to the white one he had come in and a nice fit. He let Suresh carry on with the things he could have done, not saying a word to keep his anger in check while hands moved to button the shirt up carefully. There was a tremble in his hands but it was from suppressed rage rather than any sort of fear.

Oh, but then he had to mention the children. The flashes of images he had seen coming up so soon. It made Corvinus stop suddenly as he weighed his options. Too much and he'd have holy hell reigning down on him from a certain god, maybe even two. But some things simply couldn't go unanswered. His straightened up, eyes darkening but it went unseen from the angle. He finished up the buttons, carefully unscrewing the vial as he went so as not to draw attention. "Do you want to know something interesting?" The words were calm as he tipped the vial some, just enough to get some drops on his fingertips. He still had spells at work around him, ones made before arriving as insurance in case anything went wrong. He finally turned, the hand with the blood stretched out towards Suresh and, in an instant, halting the blood flow within the naga. The lifeforce of all beings, now frozen in place. "It takes nine minutes without fresh blood for the average mortal to become braindead. Ten minutes and the odds of surviving decrease drastically with every second. Now, I haven't the faintest idea as to how that feels but I imagine it can't be comfortable."

Corvinus took slow and steady steps towards the naga, his hand still raised and keeping the blood at a standstill from within. "Allow me to make something very clear." The words were slow, intentional to prolong the suffering, and eerily quiet despite every line in his face deepened with anger, "You will never mention my children. Not in any context, not in any setting. You lost any privilege of that. You will never ask of them, never speak of them, never utter a word of them to anyone. Do you understand?" Of course he didn't expect an answer but his point would be made clear. He had no right to know of his family, of his former life. The only being Suresh should know was the one standing before him and not the man he had been. Not the man he could have been. "Now, I don't 'have to let you go'. But I will. If you're ready to talk like the fucking ancient beings we are and not mortals preparing for a war over disagreements."

The tension in the room spiked as Corvinus came back to himself. Anger. An imprecise emotion. Pervasive. Now that Corvinus was holding one of his vials Suresh figured he would feel more secure. Even if Suresh was holding the coat with the other two. And so the threat came. The threat itself wasn't unexpected. Silly. But unexpected. An eyebrow arched up at the vitriol in the witch's voice. He didn't have to imagine how horrible it must have been, to be at someone's mercy for the first time in who knows how long. And now Corvinus knew that Suresh could break into his mind and emotions... well, he knew some of it. There were things Suresh had not shown the witch. Let him guess how much more was hidden. "Vivid imagery." Suresh replied coolly. He could tell that Corvinus would absolutely try and do it. "I hope I don't ever have to do that again."

He'd seen them, just as glimpse but he saw the scars. It hadn't been his original intention but the necklace had to be removed. And Suresh thought about the red hair, the two children, and how they hadn't been enough to stop him from his quest for immortality. And what was immortality than power? He hadn't expected to come out of this with more empathy for the witch. He had been prepared to make sure that the witch couldn't walk away. But if Suresh didn't feel something for this man, who would? Who could even come close to understanding what it costs? He smirked at the curse. He liked this rougher, angrier version of the witch. It was closer to the bone. Truth. Suresh pointed through the door to the room Corvinus' had been in the last time they were together. "I do. And I know it will fit you. Can I get it for you without worrying about you bolting for the door?"

Scales moved silently on the carpet. He got the black button down and hung it on the door frame, moving back to the chair. Giving the witch lots of space. What he'd done would have consequences. Suresh knew that. It's why most people that he used his powers on he either altered their memories enough for them to not remember or he killed them. Suresh listened as the witch took control back over his body and his emotions. But the Naga would not forget what he'd seen. The room was silent but it was not still for Suresh. He could still feel the witch. Darkness in the eyes that wasn't there before as Corvinus finally looked at him again. Suresh's smiled sadly at the comment about Corvinus' body. But let it pass. The bell could not be unrung. "I would have liked that. But yes, I do believe that I have ruined that for us..." He kept his distance from the witch, pulling out the chair he was holding and sat, his tail curled around it. The witch's coat folded on his lap. "Let us be ourselves with each other then. Something I think neither of us often is fully with anyone. A few things... I didn't have to let you go. But I did. I was told about your healing so if I had really wanted to be cruel I could have bitten you... But I didn't." He opened the hand that was holding the vial of Naga blood, holding it between two taloned fingers delicately before closing his hand around it again. He looked at the witch, "I understand that you are upset about the violation, just as I was upset about you having this blood, a different type of violation. I don't expect you to understand it but the closest thing I can think of is asking what would you do to someone who had taken the blood or bones of your children. And maybe you can see that my response was actually rather measured all things considered." Golden eyes stayed on Corvinus, "How many people have you let go when you didn't have to?"

[hurtingbuck]

things unsaid

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Request from @bleakoutlo to draw Ralsei weaving a scarf; I had to watch a few videos to understand how weaving worked in order to draw him doing this, which ended up being a really nice way to pass the time during the inclement weather today :D drawing the loom was a ton of fun too once I started to understand how it worked, so I really liked working on this one. Thank you for the request!

[montanabohemian]

so yesterday i had someone comment on a post i made on IG telling me how "offended" they were because i'd simply ended my post with the phrase "end the occupation and free palestine." so much of what they said was actually insane racist islamophobic bullshit and they managed to end their comment by calling all muslims terrorists and literally parroted the "they want to kill americans" fucking horseshit.

the person that made this comment was by someone i've literally known since grade school. i'm not close friends with them but i've gotten to know them over the years and never once thought they'd say anything like this. i actually thought it was a bot account for like a full minute.

i'm sadly not surprised at the rhetoric because that's where we are. we're right back to twenty years ago during the post 9/11 / war in iraq / war on terror fervor kicked off. i'm just. i had to fight this shit twenty years ago and here we are all over again, except this time with the added benefit of fucking social media.

if simply saying "free palestine" is so inflammatory for you, then that is your fucking problem to work through.

[whlskr]

Stress causing burnout AND arthritis is too op. nerf that debuff in the next update or else

[anothermonikan]

Okay clinging desperately onto the fact that I hated having my hair straightened as a kid because of how girly it made me look as some sort of proof that maybe I'm not that cis actually

[harrysfolklore]

nepo boyfriend - fc43

summary: franco colapinto is dating leo messi's daughter, which makes him a "nepo boyfriend"

folkie radio: GUYSSS HERE IT IS! took me a minute to do this requests but there you have it. i had to educate myself on messi lore for this and omg he has the cutest love story with his wife, im obsessed lol. anyway, i hope you like this!

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yn.messi home 🤍🇦🇷

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username1 IT GIRLLL

username2 coolest nepo baby

username3 ESPERA is that franco colapinto??

└ username1 she's been dating franco for years now 👀

└ username4 our boy stealing messi's daughter's heart purrrr

username5 little messi has a boyfriend???

└ username1 yeah he's literally argentina's next f1 star

francolapinto mi hogar está dondequiera que estés ♥️ [home is wherever you are]

└ yn.messi 🫂🤍

username6 imagine your dad being the most famous sportsman ever and dating a cute guy and wearing cute outfits. she has the dream life

username7 i can’t wait for franco to make it to f1 so they become the paddock it couple

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williamsracing BREAKING: Franco Colapinto joins Williams Racing for the rest of the 2024 season. Welcome to the family, @/francolapinto!

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username1 OMFGGGGG

username2 poor logan but franco is really talented he deserves this chance !!

username3 HES SO CUTE HELLO??

yn.messi mi campeón 🫶✨ [my champion]

└ francolapinto ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

└ username1 LEO MESSI’S DAUGHTER??

alex_albon Welcome to the team mate!

└ francolapinto gracias Alex! Ready to learn 💪

username4 ARGENTINA IS BACK IN F1

leomessi 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

└ username2 LEO COMMENTING ON F1 POST??? history

└ username3 argentina’s pride and joy already

username5 IS HE SINGLE??? PLEASE TELL ME HE IS

username6 new fans you better learn the franco lore bc there’s plenty of it

username7 WAIT UNTIL YOU FIND OUT THAT-

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yn.messi first of many. orgullosa de vos siempre 🤍 [proud of you always]

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username1 awe 🥹🥹🥹🥹

username2 MY BABIES

username3 THEY’RE TOGETHER ???

francolapinto gracias por todo mi amor ❤️ [thank you for everything my love]

└ username3 HE CALLED HER MI AMOR I'M CRYING

└ username1 someone check if i'm breathing

└ yourinstagram i love you!

username4 THE WAY SHE'S BEEN THERE SINCE FOREVER

└ username1 that's real love right there

└ username2 watching them grow together >>>>>>

williamsracing Our favorite supporter 💙

└ yn.messi 🫶🫶

lilymhe welcome! 🥹💗💗

username5 my girl really said forget football i'm going racing

└ username1 leo watching his princess date a racer instead of a footballer: 🧍‍♂️

└ username2 the crossover we didn't know we needed

username6 remember when we thought those pics in buenos aires were edited??

username7 THE MINI MESSI AND THE F1 DRIVER, THIS IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE

username8 first we got leo bringing us the world cup now franco in f1 🇦🇷

└ username2 and yn connecting both worlds, iconic behavior

username9 the way he looks at her in the first pic >>>>>

username10 IM SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW

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f1gossip 🚨 Williams driver Franco Colapinto spotted with YN Messi (yes, THAT Messi's daughter) at dinner in Monaco

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username1 WAIT WHAT??? HOW DID WE NOT KNOW THIS

└ username2 they've literally been together for like four years 😭

└ username3 where have you been living?? under a rock??

username4 messi's daughter dating an f1 driver?? didn't see this coming

└ username2 she's been at every race supporting him!

username5 they're literally the cutest couple in f1 rn

username6 probably just wants messi's connections for sponsors tbh

└ username2 he literally got the williams seat on merit stfu

└ username3 tell me you know nothing about franco without telling me

username7 she could do better than a pay driver

└ username2 clearly you haven't watched a single f2 race

└ username3 worry about your own life challenge

└ username4 he's literally argentina's biggest racing talent in years

username8 why isn't she dating a footballer instead??

└ username2 because she can date whoever she wants??

username9 they've been together for ages, internet using internet internet explorer fr

└ username3 real ones remember their first spotting in buenos aires

username10 the amount of sponsorship money williams must be getting

username11 this is actually so cute. from f2 to f1 together

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francoupdates here are some pics of franco and yn messi through the years since some of you are new to this

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username1 THE WAY SHE'S ALWAYS BEEN HIS BIGGEST SUPPORTER 😭

username2 power couple since day ONE

username3 that pic of her at the pitwall watching him race >>>>>

└ username1 the way she still does this at every race 🥺

username4 REAL ONES HAVE BEEN HERE

username5 they were so tiny i can’t

username6 LOS AMO

username7 young yn watching franco race vs now analyzing his data

username8 here to spread the colapinto x messi agenda

username9 argentina’s it couple since forever

username10 SIMP BABY FRANCO I CANT

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francolapinto Points ✅ BZRP cap ✅ Nepo boyfriend things ✅

Gracias por el apoyo! [thank you for the support]

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username1 FRANCOOOO 😩😩

username2 he’s never letting the nepo boyfriend thing go i love him

username3 this divaaaa

yn.messi and they said dating messi's daughter got you the seat... weird way to spell pure talent

└ francolapinto clearly i'm the worst nepo boyfriend ever

└ francolapinto te amo hermosa ❤️

└ username1 HELP THEY'RE SO FUNNY TOGETHER

williamsracing More of this please! 💙

username4 worst nepo boyfriend ever actually delivers results

username5 embarrassing nepotism attempt tbh

username6 not him actually being talented and making us all proud

username7 THE ROOKIES BRINGING POINTS HOME

leomessi 🙌🙌 Vamos!

└ username1 JUST ICONIC

└ yn.messi the payment for his permanent seat is due next week don’t forget!

└ username2 IM SCREAMING

username8 the way they're both trolling the haters i love them sm

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yn.messi mi lugar favorito [my favorite place] 🤍 pit stop before mexico city

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username1 AWEEEEE

username2 how can anyone hate this couple

username3 THE. HAND. PLACEMENT.

francolapinto perdiste en fifa mi amor [you lost in fifa]

└ yn.messi te dejo ganar 😌 [i let you win]

└ landonorris exposed by your own girlfriend mate

└ username1 I LOVE THEM SO BAD

leomessi ❤️

username4 this is what we mean by relationship goals

username5 THE WAY SHE EXPOSED HIM ABOUT FIFA 😭

username6 football royalty 🤝 f1

username7 this is such a great crossover i can’t

username8 LOS AMO [i love them]

lilyhme 💗💗

username9 taking franco to her dad’s matches 🥹🥹

username10 i’m so parasocial about them

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francoupdates Franco opens up about his relationship with YN Messi in recent interview:

"I met her at an event in Argentina back in 2019. She didn't even know what DRS was back then and now she corrects my racing lines in the sim. We grew up together through all this - F3, F2, now F1. She's been there through the tough times, sleeping in paddocks, the uncertain seasons. The nepotism jokes are funny because if you knew how many nights we spent budgeting for the next race... Being Leo Messi's daughter was never part of our story. It was just YN and Franco, trying to make it work while chasing a dream and loving each other very much”

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username1 NOT ME CRYING OVER THIS

username2 NOT HIM SAYING SHE CORRECTS HIS RACING LINES 😭

└ yn.messi someone has to 🤷🏻‍♀️

└ username1 HI YN I LOVE YOU 😭

username3 "just YN and Franco" 🥺

└ username2 this is actually so wholesome

username4 "budgeting for the next race" but they said nepotism 🙄

username5 THIS IS THE PUREST THING EVER

username6 MY CORAZON [my heart]

username7 haters don’t know a single thing about their story, they have been soulmates for years now

username8 cute but we do need messi connections for that seat 😩

username9 IF THEY DONT GET MARRIED ISTG

username10 real ones have been here since that buenos aires spotting

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francolapinto added to their stories

[the prettiest is ready for vegas]

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francolapinto 3 more races let's gooo! ready to prove nepotism requires talent sometimes 😌✌🏼 (yn stop rolling your eyes at my jokes mi amor)

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username1 I LOVE HIM SO BAD

username2 he’s never letting the nepo boyfriend jokes go

yn.messi i'll stop rolling my eyes when you stop missing apex points honey 😘

└ francolapinto MI AMOR WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

└ alex_albon she's got data to back this up mate

└ williamsracing YN: 1, Franco: 0

└ username1 I LOVE THEM SM

username3 NOT YN ROASTING HIS RACING LINES IN THE COMMENTS

└ username4 MOTHER CHOSE VIOLENCE TODAY

username5 no one can convince me they aren’t the best couple ever

username6 bro got called a nepo boyfriend once and now that’s his brand

landonorris 😂😂😂

username7 okay but when is messi going to get franco a seat fr

username8 worst nepo kid ever he doesn’t even have a seat yeat

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f1gossip Franco Colapinto and YN Messi spotted getting cozy at XS Nightclub in Vegas after qualifying 🎰 Apparently someone forgot Papa Messi might see these 👀

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username1 FRANCO BABY WHAT ARE YOU DOING LEO'S GONNA SEE THIS 💀

└ username2 man's risking it all before his first full season

username2 breaking: franco colapinto will not race tomorrow due to mysterious disappearance

└ username3 leo messi spotted buying a plane ticket to vegas

username4 it was nice knowing you franco 😭

username5 WILLIAMS RACING SUDDENLY LOOKING FOR NEW DRIVER

username6 someone check on franco pls

username7 pov: you forgot your girlfriend's dad is literally lionel messi

username8 leo messi about to show up at williams garage

username9 THEY’RE SO CUTE THO

username10 MY PARENTS ACTUALLY

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yn.messi vegas was fun ‼️ papi please don’t check your phone

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username1 HEEEEEELPP

username2 BESTIE YOU’RE INSANE

alex_albon Kids these days.. they don’t know how you behave

└ username1 imagine alex just babysitting them at the club 😭

username3 BABY WE ALL SAW THE PICS

username4 just in: leonel messi spotted planning vehicular manslaughter

username5 FRANCO MOVE TO ANTARTICA ITS NOT TOO LATE

francolapinto i’m scared..

└ username1 WE ALL ARE

└ username2 THIS IS TOO FUNNY

francolapinto hermosa 😍😍

└ username3 he said yup my gf’s dad could kill me but i’m still thirsting over her

username6 CAUGHT IN 4K AND FULL HD

landonorris 😂😂😂😂 never a dull day with y’all

username7 franco consider witness protection

username8 DROP THE HAIR ROUTINE QUEENIE

alexandrasaintmleux been there donde that…

username9 there goes your possible seat franco leo messi is not paying for it anymore

username10 MENACES

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francoupdates Franco with one of YN’s little brothers in Qatar! The Messi’s are there to watch him race 🥹

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username1 OH MY LORDDDDD

username2 THIS IS SO CUTE IM MELTING

username3 her dad is there to have a chat with franco about those pictures in las vegas

username4 FRANCO SEAT CONFIRMATION INCOMING

username5 this is so adorable and the fact that yn’s brothers know him since they were born lrettt much 🥹🥹

username6 FRANCO YOU’RE SO LOVED

username7 leo be like: hello franco i just want to talk

username8 ARGENTINA’S ROYALTY

username9 yn tried to hide her dad’s phone and he just showed up at the paddock with the whole fam

username10 I LIVE FOR THIS

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f1gossip"Yeah, no pressure right? But honestly, they're like my second family now. Leo's probably more nervous than me - he keeps sending me good luck messages. Thiago and Mateo have been explaining F1 to Ciro all week. And YN... well, she's in bossy mode so she's more focused on telling me where I'm losing time than giving good luck kisses. But having them here means everything." - Franco talking about his girlfriend's family watching him race in Qatar!

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username1 THE WAY HE GETS SHY TALKING ABOUT THEM

username2 leo sending good luck texts is killing me

username3 YN REALLY SAID RACING LINES > KISSES

username4 imagine getting good luck texts from messi 😭

username5 VAMOS FRANCOOOO

username6 messi family taking over qatar paddock we love to see it

username7 NEPO BOYFRIEND THINGSSS

username8 yn's dad is there to buy franco a set soooo trueee

username9 GOOD LUCK KISSES 🥺

username10 the way he lights up mentioning yn though └ username1 even if she's roasting his racing lines 😭

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francolapinto Special helmet for Qatar 🇶🇦Celebrando la copa del mundo [celebrating the world cup] ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Had to honor the greatest of all time and well... my future father in law 😅 Gracias Leo por todo [thank you for everything], specially for not killing me for dating your daughter

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username1 FRANCO OMFG

username2 HE REALLY DID THIS

yn.messi "future father in law" someone's feeling brave today

└ francolapinto had to shoot my shot mi amor

└ username1 HE REALLY WANTS TO DIE TODAY

└ leomessi 👀

username3 DID HE JUST- IS THIS A PROPOSAL HINT???

└ username2 MAN'S REALLY ANNOUNCING HIS INTENTIONS ON MAIN

username4 FRANCO CHOOSING VIOLENCE TODAY

username5 bro using a helmet reveal to ask for blessing, respect

landonorris At least the man’s got game 😂

username6 HELP DID HE JUST SOFT LAUNCH A PROPOSAL

└ username1 leo reading that caption: 🔪

username7 future father in law... franco woke up fearless

username8 LATINO GANG RISE UP VAMOS FRANCO

username9 THE WAY HE JUST ANNOUNCED HIS DEATH WISH

williamsracing Lovely helmet design! Also, security has been increased around the garage

alex_albon might need witness protection after this one mate

└ yn.messi don't worry guys papa already knew about the helmet

└ francolapinto MI AMOR YOU COULD'VE LED WITH THAT 😭

username10 never beating the nepo boyfriend allegations

username11 buttering messi up so he can buy him a seat we know

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yn.messi my nepo boyfriend who couldn't even get a point in his first race just finished his first formula 1 season 🥹 so proud of you mi amor, from watching you race karts to F1... i'd say dating the goat’s daughter worked out pretty well 😌❤️ @/francolapinto

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username1 THIS IS SO CUTE

username2 the second pic i’m SOBBING

francolapinto from being the worst nepo boyfriend to getting points... all thanks to you mi amor ❤️

└ yn.mesi you're still the worst nepo boyfriend but i love you

└ alex_albon get a room you two

williamsracing Nepo strategy successful ✅

username3 living the nepo dream fr

username4 THE WAY SHE'S ALWAYS BEEN HIS BIGGEST SUPPORTER 😭

username5 from karting girlfriend to f1 wag upgrade

username6 they keep bringing up the nepo boyfriend thing 😭

└ username1 she'll never let him live it down

username7 YN AND FRANCO SUPREMACY

username8 the nepo jokes never get old

alexandrasaintmleux 🥹🥹🥹🥹

leomessi Estamos muy orgullosos ❤️

└ username1 THIS IS SO ADORABLE

└ username2 franco you’re so loved

username8 SHE'S SO PROUD OF HIM I'M CRYING

└ username2 the way she never stops teasing him though

username9 MY PARENTS SINCE THAT FIRST BUENOS AIRES SPOTTING

username10 OUR BEST WAG NEEDS TO STAY

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francolapinto What a year... Couldn't have done this without my biggest supporter since karting days @/yn.messi ❤️ Thank you for believing in me even when I was "the worst nepo boyfriend" 😅

And to the entire Messi family - gracias por hacerme sentir parte de la familia desde el primer día. Leo, gracias por confiarme lo más precioso que tienen (y por no matarme todavía).

[thank you for making me feel part of the family since day one. Leo, thank you for trusting me with your most precious treasure (and for not killing me yet).]

Time to work harder for 2025 💪🏼

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username1 FRANCOOO OMFG

username2 this is so CUTE

yn.messi still the worst nepo boyfriend but i guess you're MY worst nepo boyfriend ❤️

└ francolapinto te amo mi amor

└ username1 THEY’RE THE CUTEST

username3 “trusting me with your most precious treasure” IM DEADDDD

username4 man wrote a whole love letter to the messis

└ username1 AS HE SHOULD

leomessi You’re family 🤍 [eres familia]

username5 NOT LEO SAYING HE'S FAMILY I'M CRYING

└ username2 from fearing leo to being adopted by him

williamsracing Family ✅ Points ✅ 2025 loading...

└ username3 GIVE HIM A SEAT

username6 THE SECOND PIC, THEY WERE LITTLE BABIES

username7 THE WAY HE THANKED THE WHOLE FAMILY 😭

└ username1 securing that messi blessing

[2facehusband]

oh, look, you're finally awake. i was wondering how long you'd be out, 'cause i can't say i measured the dosage real exactly. sorry about that.

hey, do you know where we are? c'mon, open those pretty eyes of yours and look. uh-huh, exactly. we're just at the edge of this very pretty forest, and it looks a little dark in there, doesn't it? there's probably bears in it.

no no no, hey, don't cry yet. i haven't even told you what we're doing here. see, i wanna play a game, alright? it's like hide and seek. i'm gonna untie you in just a second and let you go in there, and then i'll come looking for you! doesn't that sound fun? and because i'm feeling nice, i'll even give you a five minute head start.

(ah ah- don't be rude. what do you say when someone does something nice for you? there we go, that's a good little lamb.)

now, in the interest of being open and truthful with each other: i'm going to find you. i mean, honey, you don't even know where we are. i've been in and out of this forest my whole life. it's really a non-starter. so when i find you, i'm going to spread those pretty legs open and fuck your tight little hole until you're just screaming and crying and god, it's going to feel good. for me, mostly. but who knows? maybe you're a little more sick in the head than i thought you were. wouldn't that be interesting?

let's get you out of this rope now, hm? ready? alright, poppet. run.

[radiance1]

By all accounts, it shouldn't have worked.

By all bloody accounts, that should not have worked.

Constantine will repeat.

That, by all accounts, should not have worked.

The warehouse was shitty. The materials were shitty. The summoning circle was shitty. The chanting was shitty. The magic was shitty.

By all accounts, the summoning should not have worked.

So Constantine couldn't give much of a shit about really stopping it because the summoning was so shitty it shouldn't have worked by an means possible.

So what. In the ever-loving fuck. Was the Ghost King, known tyrant of the Infinite Realms. Standing in the middle of the circle and not, last he checked, imprisoned?

That was another thing that he thought would have made it fail, actually. Because the Ghost King was incapacitated, asleep, gone, unavailable, nada.

So what. The fuck. Was he doing. Here?

Constantine knew the day was going to well to stay that way but wow. The universe loves to fuck him over, apparently.

Or the Justice League in specific.

Or both.

Doesn't matter, because now he has to bullshit his way out of this or get ready to brawl for his life.

Good thing he's good at both of those things, then.

Mostly the bullshit-

"Phantom what the fuck are you doing-" Constantine wheezed out, watching one of their newest members-a ghost going by the name Phantom-fly over in front of the known tyrant and-

Oh.

Oh, holy shit this won't end well.

Ghost King.

Phantom. A ghost.

Well, shit.

This is fine. This is totally fine. He just needs to bullshit his way out of this or face two powerhouses.

This is fine.

He's done worse.

"Sup War" Phantom said, floating around the summoning circle that contained the king of all ghosts like it wasn't a problem. "Didn't expect to be seeing you here."

"Ward." The Ghost King inclined his head slightly, eyes trained on Phantom. "I would not have come here if not for Time's insistence and I have been meaning to..." The King paused, hands gripping and ungrasping the pommel of his sword. "...Check in... on you."

"Aww, were you worried about lil old meeeee?" Phantom, ever the little shit and holy shit did Constantine want to go over there and shut him up, said. Floating around until he was staring upside down in the Ghost King's face. "Didn't know you were so soft, pa."

"I am not soft." The King huffed, flame dancing at the edges of his hair. "I was merely... concerned. Over how you would be acclimating to your circumstances. This world's League of Justice covers far more than your small haunt."

"Weeeell, it's not that bad honestly." Phantom admitted. "Haven't really done anything too big yet just some smallish things here and there. So, you know." The ghost boy shrugged, swinging back in the air to turn upright and crossing his legs. "Nothing too bad."

"Good." The Ghost King nodded, shoulders slumping so slightly that if Constantine wasn't looking, he wouldn't have seen it. "That is good. Yes. Good." The King slightly cleared his throat, grasping and ungrasping the pommel of his sword.

Silence echoed in the warehouse as the King seemingly looked for words to say.

"Would you..." He cleared his throat again, squaring his shoulders and standing up straighter. "Would you like to join me and Time for a meeting? It has been some time since you had last joined us." The King shifted slightly before adding. "Of course, if you're busy you do not have too."

"Sure." Phantom said, rolling back and forth in the air as he hummed. "Been a while since we've had some family time-"

"Family time?" Constantine caught someone-who he thinks was Green Lantern-say. He was just as bewildered.

"And if Time sent you here then it must be important." Danny paused before shrugging. "Or maybe not, can never know with him. But yea, sure. I'll come."

"Wonderful." The Ghost King smiled. Smiled. At Phantom. "Then I shall. Leave. Now. To do. Things. Yes. Things." The summoning circle flashed a familiar green, the same green when the King was first being summoned. "Goodbye, ward."

"You can call me son, you know."

The King paused for a moment, blinking slowly before hesitantly nodding.

"Then goodbye. Son."

The circle flashed and just like that. The king was gone.

"Kid. What the fuck." Whoever said- okay wait no that was Constantine, him. But yea fuck it he agrees with himself. "What the fuck." He repeated.

Phantom, the brat, only gave him a shit eating grin and a peace sign before disappearing on the spot.