#literally we were like ‘do you think she’ll play hot to go?’ ‘it’s the first football game of the season!’

[wayward-sherlock]

GUYS THEY PLAYED HOT TO GO ‼️‼️

[covenofagatha]

But you're my stepmom! (Part 6)

Word count: 2100

Warnings: making out, mommy kink, jealous Agatha

Taglist:@stayevildarling@i-just-cannot@hazey-g@buttercandy16@320viada@evilangels-stuff@rmaximoff@morganismspam23@aboutcustardcreams@sasheemo@rigglemethat@walkethisway@mommywandas @r-3-becca @harknessshi

Before you can open your mouth to respond, she yanks you back into the bathroom you had just come out of. You rip your hand out of her grasp. 

“What – what are you doing here?” You ask, mouth agape. How had she known where you were? Why is she so mad?

She advances on you until your back hits the wall. Fury is radiating from her and you’re more than a little frightened (and kind of turned on). 

“You see me kissing your dad, so what?” She sneers scathingly. “You run and find the first girl you can for a lousy fuck in a bathroom?” 

She keeps coming closer so you put your hand on her shoulder to stop her. “What are you talking about?” You shout exasperatedly. “We didn’t ‘fuck in the bathroom,’ I was upset and she was comforting me!”

“You kissed her,” Agatha says, voice strangely calm. 

“And you kissed my dad! Also, are you fucking stalking me?”

“I followed you to make sure you didn’t do anything rash, because news flash, your father and I are married! I know you don’t want to hear it, darling, but not everything is about you.” 

You grit your teeth. “I know that. But do you? Because every time I even get close to a girl, you basically call me a slut.” 

“Well, maybe if you weren’t acting like one,” she snarls. You fist your hand into the shirt she’s wearing, digging your nails in through the fabric. 

“You know, it’s pretty rich that you’re calling me dramatic for earlier when you’re literally going crazy over the thought of me with someone else.” The air in the room seems to change. It’s the closest either of you have gotten to addressing this thing between you. 

You see Agatha falter for a split second. “That’s not what I’m doing,” she growls. 

“Oh, yeah?” You challenge. “Then what is this? Cause to me, it looks like you’re jealous.” 

The vein in her forehead throbs as she leans in. “You know what this looks like to me? Like a spoiled little girl didn’t get the kind of attention she wanted for one second so she decided to throw a temper tantrum. And now she needs to be taught a lesson.”  

“Fuck off, Agatha.” You let go of her shirt and raise your hands to shove her back but she easily catches them and pins them above your head. 

You inhale sharply, a noise sounding an awful lot like a moan coming out of your mouth. She smirks wickedly, her eyebrow raising. 

“What a naughty girl,” Agatha tuts and embarrassment burns your face. 

“Let go of me,” you say, struggling to get out of her grasp but she holds you tighter. 

“Is this what she did to you when you took her to the bathroom?” 

She’s bringing up Rio again. She clearly has some serious jealousy issues and you wish you didn’t find it so hot, however frustrating it is. “I didn’t have sex with her, for fuck’s sake! I kissed her, yeah, but I was thinking about you the whole time.” The admission stuns you both and her grip around your wrist slackens. But you don’t pull away. You need to see how she’ll react. 

Her eyes drop down your lips, then back up. She leans in closer and you forget how to breathe when she ghosts her lips over your mouth and you find yourself instinctively drawing in an attempt to actually kiss her. 

But she steps away before you can, dropping your hands and letting go. 

“What?” You sigh defeatedly. You’re already tired of this game she keeps playing, the one where she strings you along and makes you think she likes you and then cuts you off. She doesn’t get to be jealous and possessive and then back away after almost kissing you. 

“I’m married to your father,” Agatha says. “I’m your step-mother. I’m over twice your age. We can’t do this.” 

“I don’t care!” You insist, but she shakes her head. Your insides harden and you get a rush of boldness. “Okay, fine. Here we go. I want you, Agatha. I don’t care who you’re married to, or how old you are. Fuck, I like how old you are!” 

She scoffs in disbelief, eyes darting up to meet yours and then to the floor again. 

“So you can either do something about that, or you can let me go back out there and have fun with my friend.” You give her the ultimatum, praying that you didn’t just ruin everything.

For a minute, you think Agatha will change her mind. But then she spins on her heel and walks out of the bathroom. You feel a rush of emotion flood over you, but you shove it down. You got your answer. It’s better you know now. 

“Hey, where have you been?” Rio asks when you finally rejoin her on the dance floor. 

“Ran into someone I knew,” you say evasively. “You wanna get out of here?” She nods eagerly. You give the bar one last look over just to see if there’s any sign of Agatha. 

There isn’t. 

You bite back the disappointment rising in your chest and pull Rio out the door by the hand. 

You’re walking to your car when you see a shadow in the alleyway by the parking lot. You squint your eyes and can make out the trace of a woman. 

Is it her?

Stopping abruptly, you turn to Rio and drag her in for a long kiss, pushing her against your car. She groans into your mouth. It grows heated and you’re almost too distracted to notice your phone buzzing in your purse. 

You break away, both of you gasping for air. Rio runs a finger over her lip smugly and you pull out your phone. 

You win. Drop her off and come over to my house. Do NOT touch her. It’s from the unknown number you’ve memorized. A number you could recite in your sleep. A hot thrill runs through you. 

You smirk to yourself and turn to glance back at the figure in the alley, still cloaked in darkness. Of course Agatha would wait to watch, not being able to give up control even after she tried to. 

You’re not sure you’ve ever driven so fast in your hurry to get Rio home so you can go be with Agatha. But once you’re parked in Rio’s driveway, there’s an awkward pause. 

“Do you want to come inside?” Rio finally asks. You feel bad that you’ve led on her, made her a pawn in this game between you and your step-mom. 

“I should probably go. School tomorrow, you know. There’s still some things I need to finish,” you say apologetically. She nods like she understands and then she gets out of the car and enters her house without looking back. A pang of guilt hits you hard but you shake it off. 

I’ll be there in 20 you text Agatha. 

I’ll be waiting. Her reply comes almost immediately and your breath catches in your throat. 

Anticipation builds in your stomach the entire drive to your dad’s house. You’re not sure what will happen, or really what can happen if your dad is home. You have a feeling that if you have sex, Agatha will want to hear you make noise. 

You arrive in front of the house, all the windows dark. You shift nervously. Maybe she just made you drive all the way over here, knowing you wouldn’t do anything with Rio if she told you not to, and is hanging you out to dry. 

You check your phone. It’s been about twenty minutes, so Agatha should know you’ll be getting there any minute now. You wonder if you should ring the doorbell, make Agatha come down and explain or risk waking your dad. 

And then you see it. 

The gate to the backyard is unlocked and slightly pushed open. An invitation. 

You quietly shut your car door and creep up the driveway, cringing at the sound your car makes when you lock it. The gate squeaks. Your shoes echo on the patio concrete. It’s like you’re asking to get caught. 

When you finally turn around the house and come into view of the pool, your mouth falls open. 

Agatha is floating in the pool, an inviting smile beckoning you to join her. But that’s not what gives you pause. 

You can see in the light of the moon that she’s naked underneath the water. 

Your mouth runs dry as you strip off your dress as quickly as you can and your underwear follows in suit. You’re not sure you’ve ever been so turned on in your life and you can see her eyes darken at the sight of you. You walk quickly over to the pool steps and wade over to her, stopping when you’re right in front of her. 

The two of you stand like that for what feels like forever, simply soaking in each other’s bare skin. No words are spoken, risking nothing that might break this spell. 

And then Agatha reaches a hand out to cup your cheek, asking for permission with her eyes. 

You give it to her by entangling a hand in her hair and dragging her into a bruising kiss. There’s no teasing, no featherlight kisses – you both need this too much – and her tongue is in your open mouth before either of you knows it. You feel her moan into you and your arms circle around her naked back to pull her in even closer. You whimper at the feeling of her breasts against yours and you’re easily able to wrap both your legs around her waist, practically weightless in the pool.

Her fingertips dig into your ass and you can’t help but roll your hips against her lower stomach at the sting. 

“I can feel how wet you are even in the water,” Agatha chuckles darkly, walking with you until your back hits the edge of the pool, pulling another groan out of you. 

Her lips are back on yours, kissing you so fervently and so dominantly that it makes your head spin. You feel like you’re drunk. You’re literally vibrating with need for her. 

Her hot mouth trails down the side of your neck and then bites harshly. You whine, trying to get some stimulation on your clit by squirming against her stomach. Agatha tugs your bottom lip between her teeth and sinks them into it, eyes flashing with the sound you make. 

“Please, Agatha,” you beg. Her hands start stroking up and down your thighs, the dull ache between your legs now a roaring fire, still holding you in place against the pool wall. 

There’s a glimmer of mischievousness on her face. “Oh, baby, I know you can do better than that.” 

You’re panting, lips swollen, and grinding on her stomach. You’re not sure how much more she wants. “Please, Agatha, I need you, I want you, please fuck me, mom-” You clamp a hand over your mouth before you accidentally embarrass yourself beyond repair and she smirks like it’s the most delicious thing she’s ever heard. 

She leans in and whispers against your ear, “Say it. Who do you belong to?” Her right hand slowly moves up your thigh until she’s hovering her fingers right over your pussy. 

Your breath stutters, feeling her right where you want her. “You, mommy,” you whisper, barely audible. 

"That's right." She slides her hand through your folds, pressing hard on your clit which elicits a moan from you, and then she shoves you off her, stepping away like she had done in the bathroom at the bar. 

“What the fuck?” You ask, throbbing with need, never more aware of the emptiness inside you than right now.

“You didn’t think I was going to reward you after that little stunt you pulled in the parking lot, did you?”

“Agatha, I’m sorry, I just wanted to make you mad, please don’t, I need you so badly.” Your pleas fall from your mouth and she delights in them.

The smirk on her lips is pure evil. “I know, sweetheart. But mommy needs to make sure you learn your lesson. And trust me, when I do finally fuck you, it won’t be in a pool.” She climbs out of the water, grabbing the towel she set on the side and dries off. You watch her in a stupor, not believing that she’s going to leave you like this, lips still burning from her kisses. She throws the wet towel back on the ground for you to use and then walks naked to the sliding glass door, tossing you one last look. “And don’t even think about touching yourself.” 

She goes inside and you are alone once again. 

[homeslices]

College GF Ellie Headcannons

A/N: First time writing headcannons lemme know what you guys think or if there’s anything else you guys wanna see.

Summary: No thoughts, just college girlfriend Ellie

Pairings: College!Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 763

Warnings: Smut headcannons but nothing too graphic

Meeting Ellie Headcannons:

Ellie and you met in one of your college classes

You were late to class one day, totally not your fault, so instead of talking your usual spot up front you sit in the last row a few seats down from a really hot girl

Said girl happens to forget a pen that day, so of course she asks you, the pretty, quiet girl who never sits in the back, for one

You, being the prepared person you are, gave her one of your extras with a teasing comment, she gave you a snarky one in response and by the end of the lecture, neither of you took any notes, too busy talking to one another to pay any attention.

So while the two of you were packing up, she ripped out a piece of paper from her notebook, which is hardly ever used, wrote out her number, and gave it to you along with the borrowed pen

(You messaged her as soon as the both of you parted ways)

General GF Headcanons:

Will sit by you in every class the two of you have together, and while she usually doesn’t bother you and pays attention to professors, she will try to get you play tic-tac-toe during boring lectures sometimes

Ellie definitely seems like she would be big in pda. I mean why wouldn’t she? She has a beautiful girlfriend, so she definitely wants to show you off.

Holding hands, arm around your waist, putting her hand in your back pocket, kissing you (i.e. cheek, neck, lips), she would be fine with making out with you in public. However, if you aren’t that comfortable with pda, she won’t push it and 100% respect your boundaries.

This girl is a cuddler. I also think she enjoins being both the little or big spoon depending on what mood she’s in

Definitely seems like the type to smoke a joint whenever she gets a little too stressed. Which in college, would happen a little more often than not.

Always offers you some, but if you don’t want to smoke, she would ask you to just stay and hang with her while she does. Smoking is one of her stress relievers, but you’re her favorite

Loves it when you lay with her and just play with her hair. She swears it’s one of the best feelings in the world

Smut Headcannons:

Speaking of hair Ellie loves it when you pull hers. She basically lives in between your thighs

She worships the ground you walk on everyday, it’s no different in the bedroom

“Pretty girl” “good girl” “attagirl” are all phrases she uses constantly

Loves making out with you. Usually all of your sexual encounters start with a make out session with her.

She will not stop kissing you until you ask her to stop or one of you is whining to get fucked.

I see Ellie as a switch leaning top in the bedroom. She loves to take care of you, but sometimes she needs the one to be taken care of

Y’all have a plethora of sex toys, which includes Ellie’s favorite purple strap. (If your honest, it’s yours too)

Very into experimenting.

If there’s something you wanna try, “yeah let’s go to the bedroom right now.”

If one of her or your friends mentions trying something that works for them, she’ll literally say in front of them to you “babe we should try that.”

If you’re both watching tv and a steamy sex scene comes on, she’ll turn to you mid scene, “wanna do that right now?”

Seems like the type to be into edging until you’re a complete mess, then overstimming you until you’re fucked dumb.

Something she won’t tell you is she wants you to do the exact same thing to her

Communication is a must with her

Y’all use the stop light system (I.e. red = stop, yellow = slow down, green = go)

10/10 aftercare

She’ll wipe off any bodily fluids on either of you, get you changed into some sort of clothes (if that’s what you prefer), change the sheets, make sure there’s water for the both of you, and lay there cuddling you whispering words of praise as you come down from your high

Speaking of communication, once the both of you come out of the post-sex bliss, the both of you will talk about what either of you like or didn’t like

She will make mental notes of everything you say

Overall Ellie is an amazing girlfriend, loves you more than life itself, and would do anything for you

[seokgyuu]

idk what the other heathens (affectionate) have asked for but i just think it’s neat how serious and cute seokmin gets when he’s kissing you. like he holds your face as he’s kissing you deep and slowly and he’ll mumble in between each one about how he loves you and he’d constantly have eye contact and look between your lips and eyes and i just… really wanna make out with him

- nova (it’s not really a request BUT FOOD FOR THOUGHT hehe)

a/n: well hello there nova <3 this turned out a bit different than what you asked for, but i hope its still fine!! literally just went with the flow of making out with seokmin.. hehe. kinda liked the idea of him being a loser that just happens to be an absolute ace when it comes to making out *giggles*. let me know what you think!

TITLE: sweet, sweeter, seokmin's kisses

PAIRING: Seokmin(DK) x Fem!Reader

GENRE: frat au (just mentioned that they are in a frat lmao)

WARNINGS: mentions of drinking alcohol, loads of kissing, it is suggestive but no smut, still MDNI!

WORDCOUNT: 1.4k

TAGS: @honeykyeom, @onlyseokmins, @playmetheclassics, @the-boy-meets-evil, @dkakapizzaboy my fellow dk ferals <3

Playing Truth or Dare was so Middle School. Not that that stopped anyone from playing it at Jihoon’s birthday party. 

You were seated cross legged next to Chan, a beer in your hand that surely had reached room temperature by now. Wonwoo was the one doing a dare for fifteen minutes, still counting. He had been dared to call his first girlfriend and tell her he wanted her back (which was absolutely infuriating and manipulative and horrible, but you were surrounded by a bunch of frat dudes who didn’t know boundaries) and she still hadn’t picked up. Why he kept on trying, you didn’t know. Perhaps he really wanted her back.

“Just leave a message, what the fuck,” you finally breathed out, face in a frown and the circle of dudes all turned to look at you. God damnit, why did their frat have to be the most unpopular on campus and why were you the only one feeling enough pity for them to actually come to their lame ass parties? 

“But then we won’t get to see her reaction!” Soonyoung protested, but you groaned and shook your head at him.

“Okay, and? I’m pretty positive she’ll call him back once she sees the thirty missed calls, Soon.” 

To that, none of them had a response. Soonyoung exchanged looks with Wonwoo and Seokmin, and finally decided to give in. Sighing in relief, you relaxed against the couch behind you, watching Wonwoo spin the bottle this time. It spun for a good thirteen seconds before it stopped - pointing at Seokmin. He, as confident as always, with a huge grin on his face said: “Dare!”

Maybe you should have seen it coming. The round had been going on for way too long for no one to be dared to kiss you - the only girl at this joke of a party. The thing was, Seokmin wasn’t ugly. More so the opposite. He could have been a campus heartthrob if only he hadn’t decided to join this fraternity. SVT was a sad example of how frats can become unpopular when they get led by the wrong people. And while Seungcheol, the leader since this semester, tried his very best to get their reputation up - it hadn’t worked just yet. So, yeah, Seokmin was handsome and buff and hot and all that. But he was Seokmin. He was silly and goofy and laughed a little too loud and always tried to cheer everyone up even when no one wanted him to. Thinking about it now, it did sound kind of nice of him. Still. Did you want to kiss him? Not really.

“I dare you to kiss Y/N! But not just a peck, like full on kiss kiss her!” Wonwoo grinned and your mouth dropped open.

“What the fuck is kiss kiss supposed to mean?!” You asked, and Wonwoo shrugged

“You’ll figure it out!”

Taking a deep breath, trying your hardest not to once again yell at the man with the round glasses on top of his nose, you finally looked at Seokmin, who’s eyes seemed to be just as wide as humanly possible. 

“D-Do you mind?” He stuttered out and because you weren’t a buzz kill, you shook your head and put your cup down, uncrossing your leg and instead crouching over to him. 

“Just kiss me and shut up,” you mumbled and Seokmin visibly swallowed, his eyes gazing from your eyes to your lips and then, finally, he leaned forward, pressing his mouth against yours. 

At first, you were confused. Because why the hell did his lips feel so soft? Never in your two years of knowing this man had you seen him use chapstick. Seokmin kissed the way he smiled. Warm. And sweet. And somehow better than anyone you had ever kissed. Almost automatically, your eyes fell shut and your hands landed on his cheeks as you slowly sat up, taking him with you. He kissed you deeper then, his hands on the small of your back and when he parted your lips with his own and let his tongue slide into your heat, you almost felt like moaning. It wasn’t necessarily because you were turned on but because he was just so good at this. 

“Okay, okay! Damn, get a room!” Chan had thrown his empty solo cup at your head and you had, with a strange sense of sadness in your heart, separated from Seokmin. Or at least your lips separated because your hands were still on his cheeks and his were still on your back. For a few seconds you just stared at each other, blinking away and then you were back on your place on the floor, head buzzing and heart thumping. 

What had just happened? Seokmin’s taste still lingered on your lips, on your tongue. It left you breathless, left your stomach doing flips over and over again and your brain yelling at you to kiss him again because, fuck, how long had it been since you’ve kissed someone and liked it? While the game continued, Seokmin now asking Chan a question after the youngest hast picker Truth over Dare. You allowed your eyes to flicker to Seokmin, seeing the red on his cheek and the way his lips were wet and- 

“Seokmin, I think you wanted to show me something in your room earlier.” 

The words left your mouth before your brain caught up. Chan, who had been in the middle of answering the question you hadn’t even heard, and everyone else in the circle, stared at you. God, you hoped Seokmin got the hint. If he didn’t, this could end up extremely awkward.

Seokmin was also looking at you, eyes back to being big and round and his mouth was hanging open slightly as he seemed to wreck his brain as to when he had said that. But when he saw the look in your eyes, saw the silent pleads, it clicked. His cheeks got even redder.

“O-Oh, yes! Yes, I did. Uhh, I think now is as good as ever to show you! S-sorry guys!”

It was safe to say none of the guys were mad once they caught on what was actually happening (it took them a good five minutes to count one and one together).

You were on top of Seokmin, straddling him, and your arms were locked around his neck while his rested on your back, his lips moving against yours so perfectly it felt like they were two puzzzle pieces designed to fit together. Kissing him was like tasting cotton candy for the first time, like going for a swim on an especially hot summer day. It felt right in all the ways a kiss could. You didn’t even care about the lack of him trying to touch you anywhere else than your back, just happy to feel his lips on yours and to have his tongue occasionally bump against yours. This wasn’t about initiating sex, no, this was something more and still less. Your fingers stroked the back of his head, felt the soft locks and when he giggled against your lips you almost melted. 

“I’m ticklish”, he explained then, the red back on his cheeks and you just nodded, kissing him again, hands moving to his face.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you mumbled, pressing your lips together. He wrapped his arms around you fully now, hands on your shoulder, and you felt the safest you ever had in anyone’s arms. This was crazy. This was Seokmin. He wasn’t supposed to make you feel this way. You shoved the thought away. It didn’t matter that he was in a bitchless fraternity. From now on you could be his bitch. 

Suddenly, you felt hin smile against your lips and you parted from him even though you didn’t actually want to.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, kissing his cheek. Seokmin chuckled.

“I kind of wanted to kiss you since freshman year.”

“For real?!” Your eyes widened. He nodded.

“Yeah. But when I entered SVT I kind of figured it probably wouldn’t happen.”

“Guess you figured wrong.” The smile on your lips was sincere and you let your hands rest on the sides of his face again. Seokmin smiled warmly, just like he always did.

“I guess so.”

And then he kissed you again, and whenever he stopped to giggle because you tickled him, you could feel yourself fall harder and harder into a Seokmin shaped hole you kind of felt like you couldn’t ever escape again. 

[joesanrio]

He’s mad now | R.R

Summary: Nova coming back from college was one of the best days- or I guess nights of her life.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i x Nova (OC) || non-established relationship

Warnings: arguing, cheating, kissing, pet names (princess,baby), grinding, dry humping, fingering.

Rating: 18+

A/N: …something about Joe being irritated or arguing with someone just sounds so hot. Also, I gave Joe a diff girl instead of Galina bcs I can’t do my girl like that. #whenjoeaintlookingimsnatchingherup

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It was the first weekend back in Florida after graduating college, everyone is excited and wanting to celebrate. Luckily tonight was just something that wasn’t all about me and just about seeing each other again.

“But you guys- I don’t drink.” I say as Takecia is trying to get me hype for the night at the club. “That doesn’t matter- we’re still going to have fun.” She smiled as I nodded in agreement. I sit on the living room couch as we are waiting for the last couple to show up.

Joe and Kira, they started dating while I was in college and supposedly are so in love. Though, Joe was not guaranteed to wait for me while I was at college, that selfish part of me wishes he did. “Sorry guys.” His voices eases into my ear, I didn’t look up though wanting avoid any eye contact at all costs.

“Got damn, might as well have a sleepover- took so long.” Jimmy complained jokingly while greeting Joe. I grabbed my small purse as I stood up and got ready to greet the couple myself, “You look… cute!” Kira greeted me with a forced smile. “Oh.. thank you!” I pretend not to notice her “compliment” tone, a small nod towards Joe as I walk past the couple to Jimmy at the door.

“Nova, remember you taking us home.” Jey pointed as he walked up to me by the door, “Got it!” I smile.

I get in the passenger seat of Jimmy’s car as Jey and Takecia get in the back, Kira and Joe riding separately. “That Kira chick is already ruining the mood.” Takecia complained as we haven’t even left the driveway and we can see her complaining through the passenger window of Joe’s car. “Aye- no bad vibes and we ain’t even leave yet.” Jimmy said as he pulls out the driveway.

[ Club : 9:25pm ]

“No. She just asked if I saw her boyfriend, I was not flirting!” Joe explains for the 5th time since they started arguing. They’ve had about 4 arguments since we got to the club and 3 of those were stupid little things like;

“You need to stop being so stiff!” Kira complained.

“I’m not-“ Joe denied.

“Yes! you literally are.” Kira drags on drunking-ly.

If there was an award for best party poopers they would definitely get it about now. “You know what. I’m so sick of your bullshit- every time we go out you always ruin it!” Kira shouts in Joe’s face as he rubs his forehead, “Okay, let’s go home then.” He offers while trying to calm the situation as the people close to them look over. “No fuck you! Fuck her and you can stay with your bitchy ass cousins and sleep there!” She exclaims as she storms off with the keys.

“Kira! You’re drunk!” I say going after her, “Oh my gosh, who do you think you are? Superman or something- leave me the hell alone!” She rolls her eyes before walking away again. “Maybe call someone to get you? You look really drunk, is all.” I try to reason as she glared at me, “Fine! Now move.” She shoves me while taking out her phone.

Walking back to where the rest of the group was, Joe seemed so confused about the situation as he sat with a beer. “Man- now we gotta sad Uce and raging drunk outside.” Jimmy said seriously though the small laughs didn’t fail to find there way after. “No. I’m good- she’ll snap out of it tomorrow morning.” Joe says as he takes a swig from his beer, “Y’all go ahead.” He nods.

Everyone still unsure but leaves to go back to whatever they were doing, but I find myself not wanting to leave him. “Joe… you sure you alright.” I ask softly before sitting next to him, he hums as he plays with the seemingly small bottle in his hands. “Nova, I know you don’t like her.” He looks up at me from the random space in front of him, “I do. Why-“ I go to defend myself before he cuts me off.

“I can hear the way your voice spikes up at the end of your sentences, you always do that when you’re uncomfortable or trying to fake something.” His eyes looking endearingly into mine, the small details only one who paid close attention would know he says like it’s obvious. “You got me..” I joke as he lets out a light huff of a laugh, “I missed you. You can’t tell anyone, but I dated her in hopes to forget about you.” He practically whispers as his hands find themselves onto his temples. “I- I missed you too. I still do.” I let my smile fall as I feel the reoccurring feelings I have for him, make there way to the surface.

“You do hm?” I could hear the smirk in his tone, I roll my eyes playfully at his now relaxed demeanor. “Stop! I’m being serious. I really do.” I laugh lightly as Joe stands from the booth, “Come with me.” He sticks his hand out for me to grab. My eyebrows rise questioningly before gabbing his large hand, I say nothing as he guides me to VIP area. “Oh hey man! Come on.” The bodyguard greeted Joe before pulling back the rope.

“So you’re telling me, we could’ve been over here the whole time! Your cousins are gonna be pissed.” I laugh as he smiles in agreement. “Our secret m’kay?” He places a finger over his mouth in a shushing manner, I nod as we walk up to the tucked away seating area. He pulls the curtains closed as I observe the area, “Nova, I really want you.” He states with a eager look in his eyes.

“You do hm?” I mock his past words as he takes quick notice and stands in front of me, “mhm I do.” He grabs the back of my neck delicately, pulling me up to meet his lips. The strong taste of beer on his lips, it’s disgusting but the soft note of coconut is coming through from his chapstick. “I really missed you.” He smiles against my lips, and his other hand finding its way to my ass causing a gasp to leave my mouth. His tongue slipping in between my lips with ease, melting into his touch, my hand grips his forearm while the other wraps around the neck and pulls him closer.

“Joe. Oh my-“ I moan quietly into his lips before pulling away, his eyes immediately going down to my wet, plump lips. He quickly sits down onto the sofa before pulling me onto his lap, causing my dress to rise up a bit. “You look so gorgeous.” He whispers before placing his thumb onto my lips and playing with the bottom lip. I unintentionally begin grinding on his lap before he pulls me back onto a kiss, “So needy.” He chuckles while his large hands find there way onto my ass.

“Shit..you feel so good princess.” He groans before pushing me harder against his erection, I moan in agreement as my panties soak against his jeans. His hand leaving my ass to rub little circles on my clit through my wet panties, “Oh. You’re soaked- already? I barely played with you.” Joe teases. My head falls into his shoulder in embarrassment before his fingers find there way onto my entrance.

“Joe…” I moan into his ear as his finger enters slowly, curling and hitting that one spot. “More.” I say breathlessly before he enters a second finger, his pace speeding up. My moans getting heavier and drawn out as his long fingers abuse the perfect spot inside of me. “I’m- m’gonna cum” I gasp as he restlessly pounds into me, “come on.” He smirks as he kisses my neck. I cum onto his fingers before he quickly pulls them out and has me grind onto his hard cock.

“There you go.. almost there.” He coos in my neck before placing a delicate kiss. I whine as I became overstimulated on top of him. “I can’t-“ “yeah you can.” He nods before his head falls back onto the chair, “Shit baby. Oh- fuck.” He groans as he cums in his pants. His grip on my hips getting tighter while holding me against him, “Oh I missed you.” He smiles tiredly.

“Oh my gosh! They’re probably looking for us.” I say remembering about the rest of the group, “Damn I forgot.” He chuckles and lifts me off his lap gently. “You look so fucked out.. and all you did was cum on my fingers.” He looks me up and down as he stands up. I cover my face in embarrassment, then standing up beside him. “I’m glad you’re back.” He pulls me by my waist and gives me another kiss.

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul Silva/Farah x Student!reader - wild card

SO LIKE A FARAH/SAUL X PLATONIC STUDENT READER, TERRA X PLATONIC (OR ROMANTIC) READER - @casserole-from-dads-asserole 💜

Looking at the second year student who was grilling into some first year, you scolded as you watched how the scene was going to play out.

You then watched a familiar first year walk over to the pair and you stuffed your hands in your pockets as you walked over to watch.

She was ripping into him and you smirked a little but the moment you said one nasty thing to her, you stood in front of her.

“Wanna say that again Riven?” You asked.

“Oh fuck off (Y/N), no one’s scared of you.”

You hummed a little and pulled your hands out of your pockets as you smirked a little, eyes flashing purple as you looked at him before they turned back to normal.

“I think you are..” you whispered.

You pulled your and back, and swung for him, hitting him in the face you did the same thing with your other hand and you pinned him against the wall.

Leaning forward, you shoved him against the wall as he tried to move and everyone watched the scene play out.

“Don’t fuck with Terra or I swear to god I will leave you such a mess they won’t be able to figure out what student you are…” you growled.

Riven grinned a little as he tapped your arm a few times and you let him go, wiping the blood from his face.

He smirked at you and winked.

“I think it’s hot when you get all worked up.”

You scoffed a little.

“Unfortunately for you I’m not interested, you’re literally a walking STD.”

Grinning at him, you took his flask from his hand and downed the rest of its contents before tossing it aside and you turned around.

Walking over to Terra you placed your arm on her head.

“You find me if anyone gives you trouble.” You whispered.

“I will, thanks (Y/N). But you know I can fight for myself right?” She asked.

You shrugged a little and moved your arm and stuffed your hands back in your pockets again as you looked at her friends walking over.

“I know, but I’ve got to dip before I get caught, see you around Harvey.”

With that, you walked away and left the party and Terra smiled to herself as she turned to her friends.

“Who was that?” Musa whispered.

“(Y/N) (L/N), absolute wild card. Last year she got into a huge fight with Riven she nearly sent him to hospital.” Stella replied.

“Sounds dangerous..” Aisha mumbled.

Riven pushed himself from the wall and grinned at them all.

“Don’t get on her bad side, and don’t let her see you being a bitch to Terra she’ll have your head.”

He walked away.

“Why’s she not been kicked out if she’s so aggressive?” Bloom asked.

Terra laughed a little.

“She’s not.. she’s not aggressive bloom. She’s a bit hotheaded sure, but she means well. Plus I’ve heard rumours that Silva and Dowling are her guardians.”

Everyone shared a look.

They were curious about you and they wanted to know more, and something told them it wasn’t going to be the last they saw of you.

Sitting on the wall, you felt something tap your leg and you looked down, grinning a little at the teacher standing below.

“It’s literally the first night.” He sighed.

“See Saul I would apologise but we both know that would be a lie.” You mused back.

Silva sighed, shaking his head at you as he gestured for you to jump down and you did.

“One, it’s Silva. Not Saul. Two, that doesn’t change the fact it’s the first night (Y/N), and that you now have detention Tomorrow.”

You shrugged a little and walked away and he rolled his eyes at you.

Classes had started not long after, and you were on your best behaviour for a little while, until you were wondering the halls.

People were whispering and talking while looking at you and you frowned as you looked around.

Finding a familiar face, you walked over to him and rested your back again the wall, arms over your chest.

“So what’s the talk Sky?”

“What do you mean?”

Laughing a little, you rolled your eyes as you looked up at him.

“You know what I mean. Why’re they staring at me?”

He smirked a little, coping the way you were stood.

“Because you’re a riot and they know you’ve punched more people then they can count and it’s only a few weeks in.”

You hummed a little and he pushed himself from the wall and gestured for you to follow him so he did, and while he walked to Stella you stood next to Terra.

“Ooo homework, looks boring.”

You sat next with Terra, your back against the table as you covered her paper with your arm.

“Please I really need to finish that.”

“You’ve got loads of time don’t sweat it. How’re you enjoying student life?”

“Oh it’s amazing!”

Terra started telling you about her classes and the plants she had in her dorm and you just smiled and nodded along.

You knew about nothing about plants, so you had no clue what she was talking about, but you still enjoyed to listen.

Your eyes looked around the quad and you found someone started at you, and he flipped you off, so you stick your middle up and him in return.

“Ignore him (Y/N)..” Terra whispered.

“Sorry.”

You turned your attention to her and gave her a lazy smiled as you picked up her homework so you could read it.

“I don’t understand a word of this.”

Terra took the paper back.

“Well if you actually spent time study you would.”

“Ouch, okay. I see how it is.”

You stood up and walked over, stopping yourself next to bloom, wrapping your arm around her shoulder.

“Blooms my friend now.”

“You’d miss me.” Terra grinned.

“Yeah and I already have a knack for trouble I don’t need your help getting into even more.” Bloom laughed.

You snickered at her and looked at her.

“Yeah I’ve heard about your little adventures, which is fair enough you know, you do you. Anyways im going to be late.”

You climbed over the table, careful not to step on anyone’s work while they all yelled at you to get down.

Jumping down, you quickly leant back over it.

“You and me, your dorm later I want to see all those plants.”

Terra smiled and eagerly nodded her head and you jogged away to get to your next class.

Sitting in your seat, you swung back and forth as you didn’t really pay attention to what was going on. You weren’t interested and you wanted to leave.

Looking around, you found a note being passed around, and when it reached you everyone froze.

You slowly opened the note and read everything that people were writing.

“So.. not only are we mocking first years, we’re also picking on adults too?” You asked.

You stood up on your chair, clearing your throat and the teacher looked at you.

“(Y/N) sit down.” She warned.

“Headmistress Dowling is a useless teacher who shouldn’t be here. And Headmaster Silva is terrifying and hurts his students.”

You screwed up the paper into a ball and bounced it off someone’s head and stood up on the table, walking from table to table.

“I’ll call the headmistress!” The teacher warned.

You looked at her then back to the students who were staring up at you scared.

“So, who wrote it?”

The classes stayed quiet.

“Who thinks Dowling is useless and Silva hurts his students?!” You yelled.

The whole class pointed to one student and you walked over to the sound, crouching down as you looked at him.

Your purple eyes stared into his.

“Oh you’re terrified, do I scare you like Silva does?”

He slowly shook his head.

“No? Well let’s change that.”

You punched him, knocking him from his chair and you jumped down, placing your foot on his chest as he tried to hit you with fire but he could barely summon it.

“Listen to me and listen very carefully. Dowling deserves her job, this school with NEVER have a headmistress like her again. And Silva cares for his students, he doesn’t hurt them he trains them. Maybe get your facts right.”

“(Y/N)!”

You jumped up, whipping your head to the door and you grinned a little at the woman who stood there arms crossed.

“Let’s go.”

Leaning down, you crouched over the other student, patting his cheek.

“Be thankful.” You whispered.

With that, you jumped up, grabbed your bag and followed Farah.

She led you to her classroom and made you sit at the front of the class and carried on teaching her lesson.

You were bored to still, but you looked around as the first years started to practice their magic.

“You’ve got work to be completing.”

Farah pointed at your paper and you huffed a little bit as you turned around to do you work.

The class ended and she stood in front of your desk as the door was opened and closed again.

“So, we’re just trying to see how many kids we can punch in the face this year?” Silva asked.

“Going for a record.” You grinned.

Silva laughed a little and shook his head and Farah slapped his side.

“This isn’t funny!” She hissed.

“It’s a little funny.” He whispered.

She rolled her eyes and turned to face him.

“Why did you teach her how to fight?” She whispered.

“Because she was curious! You taught her how to intimidate people!”

You looked at the two bickering teachers and you slowly stood up, grabbing your bag as you quietly walked over to a window.

Putting the bag on your shoulder you pushed the window open a little and crawled halfway out.

“Hey! No escaping!” Silva yelled.

They both turned to you and you gave them a small salute.

“See you two at dinner!”

With that, you jumped down and jogged away while they sighed and looked back at one another.

“This is your fault.” Farah said.

“How’s this my fault! I didn’t teach her that.” He huffed.

“Yeah but you taught her how to fight people.”

Silva rolled his eyes.

“She’d still be fighting them, at least she can throw a proper punch.”

The two teacher carried on their bickering as they walked out of the classroom.

You jogged around the school grounds until you found where you wanted to be and you slipped through the doors of the greenhouse.

Professor Harvey looked up, then back down then stopped and turned to you.

“You should be in detention.”

“Yup.”

You set your bag down and walked over, looking at what he was doing.

“You ran away again didn’t you?”

“Yup!”

You grinned a little and he handed you some papers to go through.

“They’re going to realise you’re hiding out in here, you can’t keep running from them. You see them every day.”

“Yeah, but it’s fun to annoy them you know? It adds a bit of entertainment.”

Professor Harvey rolled his eyes and went back to what he was doing as you gathered some of the stuff he had listed.

Sure, they would find out you hide in the greenhouse when you break out of detention but it didn’t make it any less funny

[neverchecking]

Thank you for giving me permission to let me send any idea I get ^u^ your list has given me more ideas and thoughts 🩵 and it has helped play into a specific one ✨ so I am here to share one that had been at the forefront of my mind that I need to share with you and your amazing brain

Btw will be using fem pronouns cause it’s a bit easier for me to write this all out, but you don’t have to ^u^

I genuinely can’t stop thinking of all the possibilities that could arise from the chain— which now includes Cal and Sage whenever I talk about the chain as a whole, they deserve all the love 🩵— knowing that their goddess has a darker side. Before I get into that, will add that personally, I feel like y/n would never abuse that power, maybe cause she has some morals; never targeting kids ofc, but also those that flirt with her but back down immediately upon seeing her boys? Those people are fine, because they’re respectful at the very least— and don’t have the audacity to think they could ever measure up to even a fraction of her perfect boys. But others that keep pushing? Target acquired. But also I imagine she doesn’t want to abuse her power cause she doesn’t want to be even remotely close to Hylia or even Zelda; she actually genuinely loves and cares about her boys, and they already do so much for her, she would never want them to feel like she’s using them. Which, I mean to be fair, if we’re being technical, she kinda is using them, but it’s for her and her boys benefit ✨ she’s just giving them permission to deal with the scum of the earth

Anyway, back to the number one thought at the forefront of my mind, me thinks, as a treat for the boys since you mentioned that they find it hot as hell, them getting to witness their goddess as she chooses her next victim ✨

Before I do that, I wanna bring up some things you wrote, like from Sage figuring out reader knew what they were doing; “They enjoyed teasing the scum of the Earth, dangling their own supple body in front of them like a treat on a stick only to set their guard dog on them the second they overstepped.” This. This imagery right here is scrumptious. 10000/10 delicious. It sparked this idea in the first place. But also the fact that it’s not just one guard dog, it’s eleven guard dogs at the ready ✨ because even when the chain know the truth, that reader knows about their darker impulses and even encourages it, she still doesn’t stop goading those people into crossing a line so her boys can deal with them— at least, she won’t unless it genuinely upsets her boys, cause while she enjoys riling up the chain and seeing how possessive they can be, she doesn’t want to actually make them upset if they really don’t like it.

Which actually plays into another thing you wrote for the list— thank you for the list 🩵— specifically on Twilight’s part; “He's just a simple country boy who was raised in a village where everyone was honest, so he can only think the same of everyone, especially his Goddess, until proven otherwise.” Which again, this. I love this— I love everything you write but this had me going “awww” out loud, he’s so precious 🩵 but also this plays into the whole thing with reader not wanting to upset her boys. If the chain doesn’t actually like that she uses her body in a way that goads those scum, she’ll respect their wishes and just straight up tell them. Especially since well, she has nothing to hide if her boys know the truth, cause I feel like y/n— in an effort to not be in any way, shape, or form like Hylia or Zelda— would be honest with them about it. Literally straight up about who’s on her shit list.

And if we bring up the point system, the higher on her shit list, the more points the chain gets for dealing with them ✨ like if someone was flirting with her and wouldn’t back down? On her shit list but not very high up there, so extra points if the chain deals with them quickly. Someone saying some insulting shit about her boys?? Higher up on her shit list, extra points if the one who was getting insulted dealt with the person. Someone who insults her boys, flirts with her, and doesn’t back down???? The highest you could ever be on her shit list, extra points if they make it a painful death ✨ no one insults her perfect boys and gets away with it

So imagine this, the chain and reader at one of their castle towns, and y/n overhearing from one of the men they pass making a snide comment about that Hyrule’s Link and the chain getting to witness for the first time the way their goddess’s sweet smile tightens just the slightest bit, how her kind eyes shift into one that craves bloodshed but flickers back into that kind look so quickly, but now her eyes and smile hold something much sharper— except now she’s not directing that smile to them, she’s looking at the man that had the audacity to ever say anything about her boys. Now this is where the idea splits into two routes, cause I can’t be 100% sure whether or not the chain would want her to stop trying to goad the scum of the earth, so I shall give you both versions ✨

If the chain truly doesn’t mind, they would get to witness it with new eyes how their goddess expertly plays into the innocent role, how she maybe pretends to be lost or something and just uses her body in a way that gets her the exact reaction she wants from the man. Just like how you said, she dangled her body in front the man like a treat on a stick, just waiting for the man to overstep, and once he does, whether the chain pull their goddess away or she just drifts back to them, she’s content now that she’s gotten what she wanted, which is a target painted on that man. And she patiently awaits for her boys to deal with him like she knows they will.

Is the chain does mind, she gets closer to the Link of the Hyrule they were in, and since she would be honest, she would ask him if they knew that man, if he was of importance, and if anyone would notice if he just, disappeared. Never to be found again. Whether she has to be outright honest and bluntly asks them to deal with the man, or if that’s enough of a hint for them to have a target painted on the man, she’ll make sure they know exactly who she wants them to deal with.

Regardless of the route, the one(s) that deal with the man get lots of affection after they’ve dealt with the scum ✨

— 🫐 anon

🫐anon. Listen here-

Everything you just wrote up there?

I AM (s)CREAMING.

THERE IS SO MUCH TO GO OVER AND IM SO READY-

First, you didn't need permission lovely! I'm more than happy to read what you guys send and start a conversation. I feel like I've made some great friends here with all of you guys! And I'm so ready to hear all of your ideas. Because your brain=just as amazing man

Now, I love including Cal and Sage because those two when with Wild are such a delicious trio. Full of resentment and bubbling anger just waiting to boil over? Drives me nuts. There is just so much potential there and I wanna love them all because it's what they deserve.

I totally like that entire idea of Reader not abusing their power. I imagine they view themselves as a benevolent being rather than a strictly Godly one. Like you said, kids are out of the question. People who respect their boundaries and understand that they could never measure up to the deities that are their boys are imposing on another person's relationship (Whether it's poly, a cult, etc., etc.) are also safe. It's the ones who don't respect that line. Who cross it and view Reader as nothing more than a piece of meat. Who want nothing more than a quick lay. Those are people who Reader deems as expendable. Because, really, Hyrule would be a better place without them in it.

And they would have to really push it. Reader is only instigating it if they push. From then, it's just baiting the boys into seeing it. Because you're right. She doesn't want to be at all like Zelda- or Golden three forbid, Hylia. They did nothing but use and abuse her perfect companions, with little to no second though to the aftermath. While, yes, she is also using them to a degree, it's more of a trade. She'll give them companionship and someone to lean on rather than them relying on no one but themselves.

When it comes to them knowing their Goddess has a darker side (Should we give this an AU name? I feel like we should-), it absolute riles them up.

🫐anon. Lemme let you in on a lil' secret- When writing that line, I was literally giggling to myself like a whole ass school girl. Like I was damn proud of that line so thank you for noticing.

Imagine having eleven guards dogs, prowling about, waiting to attack first and ask questions later. All their waiting for is the command. If it does genuinely upset her boys, she can definitely step back.

I'm glad you like the list so much! It was fun to figure out! Yeah, honesty is a huge difference between Reader and Hylia/Zelda. They never came outright with anything, lest it be a life or death situation. They've all had issues like this with their Zeldas, who simply didn't tell them something until they were facing down death itself. She'll straight up be like, hey, this happened, deal with how you want to, or, better yet, I'm dealing with it, i'll be back in a few minutes.

Now. A point system.

🫐anon. Your genius knows no bounds.

Now, imagine, if you will, someone not only insults her boys, and flirts without backing down, but dares to try and touch whats not theirs. That is the absolute pinnacle of fuckery.

I imagine this would happen in like Warrior's Hyrule because, let's face it, his is the messiest. Most people, half of them absolutely hate Link for starting a war, the other half want him in their bed, very little in between. And their ballsy because who's gonna stop them? Those jokes they call knights? Yeah, right.

Now, option A)

The man has already pushed. He pushed a fragile dam and it snapped, now he's left to deal with the anticipated torrent. She's sauntering over to him, fluttering her lashes and puckering her lips, doing all of the cheesy moves to get what she wants. And it works. Once he's hooked, his fate is seal. Because the boys are not the one to truly fear. No, Reader is. She makes the calls. She'll determine if you are worthy of their time. If not, if you've failed her test before it even begins?

Count your hours because they are fleeting and they are fleeting fast.

Option B)

Let's say this is Warriors Hyrule, she'll go to him on how to deal with this directly. Depending on the Hyrule, she'll let that Link lead the way. Some, like Wars, require some tact and poise when it comes to dealing with unwanted pests. With populations as heavy as they are, there are some hurdles they have to jump to make sure its done properly. They can't be sloppy, or they'll get caught. If it's someone like Hyrule's or, hell, even Sage's Hyrules, they can get as sloppy as they want as long as they remain out of sight.

You bet your ass that they are absolutely soaking up all the attention bestowed upon them for a job well done. Anything for their Goddess.

[womanguy]

complaining ✌️

literally if anybody else was in the situation(ship) I’m in right now I’d tell them they need to have a direct conversation and potentially break it off. But since I’m in it I’m like noooooo you don’t get itttttt.

Anyway we were supposed to meet up in person for the first time since we’ve started talking again and she canceled on me this morning, saying that her boss asked her to work late and that she wouldn’t have the energy. She even included “but I still really wanna see you!” in the message but like. I kinda had a feeling she would cancel bc she kinda runs hot and cold I feel like. Like she’ll come on really strong sometimes but then when I get a little flirty or whatever in our messages she doesn’t play into it - but also I’m really bad at reading social things and especially flirty things so maybe that’s on me???

Regardless I’m thinking bc of this and other times where she talks about how busy or tired she is (not in the context of us hanging out but just in convo) I’m thinking it’s probably the wrong timing for her to get into smth (she’s working and doing grad school rn) but like I feel like that’s not a reason to not try … ok that sounds cheesy … but like we get along so well it’s really rare that I feel the click with someone so easily and feel comfortable right away

And part of me wants to have a very direct conversation about all of this but literally I sound crazy being like ,,do you wanna be with me” when we haven’t known each other that long and were no contact for longer than we’ve been in contact this year lol. And also this is what made her “break up” with me last time: I had asked if we were going to this one event as a couple or no (it was a thing where like you wear a different wristband for if ur looking to flirt vs no) even tho I made it clear I wasn’t doing a “what are we” type thing yet. She self admittedly has a lot of commitment issues as well as internalized homophobia and I don’t wanna push that or make her uncomfortable but also I don’t deserve to be played with or strung along yknow.

Basically im more than willing to take it slow and wait for her bc i really like her but also I wanna make sure im not being played or being used bc she’s bored or whatever 😑 but its not like you can ask someone that.

This got so long if u read this far im kissing you on the mouth rn

[jodilin65]

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 31, 2006 The good news is that my Bluefly order’s on its way to me, but the bad is that they’re still ignoring the credit that’s obviously not real credit. I see now that their sweeps are just scams to make extra money. Just a ploy to force people to buy things. How clever – offer them fictitious credit via a sweep they win, then charge their credit card. As it is they were full of shit about the top I’m getting. They claimed it was the last one in stock, but now that claim is gone and the thing’s marked down to $77. I suppose they could’ve gotten a new shipment in, but I doubt it. It could also be a ploy to get people to buy things in a rush, but it all comes down to the same thing and that’s that these people are liars. If my scam theory is right, it’s obviously perfectly legal, or else they’d have been shut down. After all, not all crimes are illegal in the first place. It’s not illegal for gays to be fired for being gay, or for lazy freeloaders to drive their neighbors crazy before using their connections to get them tossed in jail.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 30, 2006 Well, the peace is over. I got up last night at 8:00 and only heard one stereo bang by and then got to enjoy the rest of the night in peace. But our first little attention-getter of the day just went by, so the end of my day won’t exactly be peaceful.

Bluefly’s fucking around with us, so it seems. Instead of taking from the credit that’s there, they charged our card $108 at a time when we’re kind of tight due to having to pay the cruise-related expenses. We’ll contact them to see if we can find out why. Meanwhile, I think I know why. Because I badgered them about taking forever to credit me. If this turns out to be the case I definitely won’t order from them again. I mean, how can you call it a sweep if you’re going to charge people’s cards and ignore the credit that’s sitting there right in front of your face that you gave them?

Tom’s still sick but managed to do the laundry yesterday as well as some grocery shopping. Liz checked him out but didn’t say anything like, “Hi, I think your wife’s really hot. Can I have her phone number?”

I wish! But chicks like her are only in my dreams and stories. She’ll be in my range of sight too, though, next weekend.

They’ve been good next door all weekend. I hope it stays this way, too.

Later…

Tom’s getting better, which is good. He tried these new cold pills that are supposed to cut colds down from 7-10 days to just 3 or 4. Well, it did shorten it, but he said he felt so bad on Saturday and Sunday that he’s not sure it was worth it. I guess getting better faster means having a more kick-ass cold with these pills.

He went to the store after work and saw Liz, though her line was too long. I wonder if she’s gone full-time. She seems to be around more lately, but that’s ok with me!

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 29, 2006 Is this bitch and her roommate psychic themselves, or what? Every time I relax to music in the dark, they play with the light back there. They opened and closed their door 4 times when I was trying to relax with music late last night, and once just now. At least they’ve been letting me sleep.

It’s been getting colder and lately, we’ve been having highs in the 50s and lows in the 20s. It’s gonna be 17º tomorrow night. The attention-getters won’t have their windows down, but the dog’s still an everyday problem. I’m just glad I don’t have to literally blast the music to drown it out.

Offer number 3 came at 9:00 to buy the truck. The guy knocked and apologized for bothering me, saying he’d been coming around in the mornings, but no one’s been here and said he could use the truck for work if we were willing to sell it. I let him know we wouldn’t be selling it till sometime next summer and he gave me his name and number.

I saw that they sold the car that had been parked by the gate next door.

Using a coupon, we got this scented glass thing that works surprisingly well for not needing warmers or batteries. I keep it in the bathroom. I just wish I could get them with my favorite scents!

I signed up at this site which seems pretty cool so far. You play to match numbers up to theirs and the more you match, the more points you get. There are even cash payouts, too. I have 4,590 points and need 25,000 to get the $25 Walmart card I want. I can get 1,000-3,000 points a day, so it shouldn’t take too long, assuming they’re for real. If they are, I’m going to go for a $100 Bluefly card afterward which will take 100,000 points.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 27, 2006 It’s hard to believe I’ve been journaling for 19 years now!

Kim’s been wonderfully quiet with the light play being the worst of the annoyances lately. Yeah, as soon as I go to relax to music in the dark in the evenings, the light in back goes on and off and distracts me, but I’d rather that than the door slamming. Obviously, Century hasn’t been around or else she’s been doing a great job of coming in quietly and not waking me up. I’m getting up in the late afternoons now, so I don’t know if I’ll see Liz this weekend.

I saw Estella a couple of days ago. I don’t think she likes me in that way, but she’s definitely been noticing me more and smiling more. In the past, she’d just talk to Tom and act like I wasn’t even there.

In Tom’s phone chat with the cruise line lady, she told him they would do a radio interview with us in Florida when we return from the cruise. The thought of Doe and Art or someone they know hearing it cracks me up!

Bluefly’s finally given me my credit. In fact, they’ve given me double my credit! I have $200 in my account. The question is, did they do it to be nice for making me wait so damn long? Or is this a fuck-up? Well, to be on the safe side I’m only going to spend $100 of it. If the other $100 is still there in a week or so, then I’ll spend that, too. I’m ordering two pieces this morning. A peach-colored tiered drawstring skirt and a gorgeous, and I mean gorgeous, silk chiffon top that’s on sale at $85 from $130. Its usual retail price is $215! There’s only one left in stock. Hope I get it! The top of it is bright yellow and it turns to hot pink on the bottom. It’s got a rhinestone brooch in the center and pink and yellow twisted chiffon straps. It just sucks that it’s dry-clean only as is most of their stuff, but it’s absolutely beautiful! The bust is lined so I don’t have to wear a bra under it and have the straps showing.

I’m so disproportioned that according to their measurement chart, my hips and bust are large, but my waist is extra-large. They really do have some nice things as outrageous as their prices are and I’ve been looking more and more forward to the idea of getting new clothes. I’ve been wearing the same things for years. It’s just that most things, especially such fancy clothes, fit and look better on skinny people. If anything may give me the incentive to starve, it’s clothing like theirs, though I’m not doing anything till after the cruise. I didn’t think they were that nice at first, but the more I browsed through their site, the more I could see that some of the stuff truly is nice. I like how you can search by size and color, but I still prefer to try clothes on in person.

Later…

Tom’s got a cold, unfortunately, but he’s got these lozenges that claim to cut colds down to just 3-4 days. I asked him if he thought it was just a coincidence that he got sick right when he was about to beef up EFO for serious money-making. He said he wasn’t sure, but that he wondered about it.

He went to the grocery store before I got up. She was there, but her line was too long so he went elsewhere.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 23, 2006 Boo-hoo, Lizzie doesn’t like me. Poor me. At least I got to see her. She had her hair up in a ponytail today. I dig her nice smooth skin too, though she’s pale. Even paler than me. Nonetheless, she hardly even glanced my way. She barely glanced at me when I first walked in and said “hi,” and I’m not even sure she saw me. At the check-out, she glanced at me for half a second and that was it. No “how are yous” or anything. Tom said it’s hard to like someone on a job, but as I reminded him, Jane sure did. I think my influencing experiment’s just not working, even though an article I read suggests we’re “wired to connect.” The article spoke of this guy who was in therapy for a year when he proposed to his girlfriend and then his therapist shared his elation when he reported that she had accepted. They were then wired to special equipment that showed that the therapist was in tune emotionally with him and on the same wavelength, so to speak, at feeling the guy’s joy. Well, I’d sure like to know I can wire chicks I’m attracted to into liking me back, but maybe I’m just not likable. After all, I am fat and older. Well, then I guess I can still hope to wire anyone that may have bad intentions in mind for us like when we go to buy or build a house.

Tom and I are doing a wiring experiment of our own over the next few days. Without telling each other what we’re going to try to influence the other to do, we’re seeing if we can connect and send the message to one another. I’m trying to influence him not to be such a slob. He’s probably trying to influence me to talk softer and swear less. Or maybe not to worry about being woke up or working out the trip details. One thing I do know and that’s that he isn’t trying to get me to want to have sex with him! Good, because it wouldn’t work.

Speaking of those last two things, we sent in the port taxes. It’s a good thing we can afford to do that since it’s like paying the rent more than twice when you factor in the passport costs and the fact that we haven’t yet gotten the money from the wakeboard. Someone from Sandy Beaches Cruises left a message afterward, so Tom’s going to call them tomorrow to let them know payment’s on its way, and ask if there’s anything else we need to do in the meantime.

The blimp and her roommate were wonderfully quiet all day, then we heard two insanely loud slams before the car left in the evening, then one when it returned. Then at 10:30, just as someone’s done the last few nights, they left quietly. They had no company, though.

This is the first period in years that I haven’t had to use liners before it was due. The spotting I’ve had thus far has been very minimal. I asked Tom if he thought I influenced it and he said he doesn’t see who else could have. I just wish I could influence my weight to melt away at least a little, as well as for Liz to dig me! Gorgeous, hot, young Liz who’s no doubt sound asleep in the arms of her boyfriend or husband right now. Hey, she could be in his arms all she wanted if she’d just pay attention to me every now and then. But no, lust is a sin for Jodi S.

I check the Real Doll site every now and then and that Asian one named Kaori is still the best and I’ve decided to save the black shoes I won with the heel that’s too high for the mannequins. The mannequins are a size 8 and Kaori’s only a size 7, but that’s okay. She won’t mind.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 21, 2006 She’s definitely got someone living with her because when I heard the car go out last night at 10:30, someone was playing with the lights. The car didn’t return till 8:00 this morning, Tom said, so one of them might be working nights, probably the roommate. I think I got a handle on what happened. I think she cleaned up the place and said to the roommate, “Hey, I don’t want to work. Meanwhile, I’m about to lose my car, so how about it if I let you use it and give you a place to live while you help with car payments?” Incredibly, tomorrow’s to hit 70º so I expect they’ll go crazy with the company and be in and out all day. She’s gone ballistic for the last 3 Sundays anyway, so I guess that’s her new trend. I’ve even added the sound machine to the air cleaner, hoping the heartbeat setting will blend in with any slams. But hey, I’ve been dealing with noisy neighbors for nearly 20 years now. I’m a real pro at it. It would be great, nonetheless, if someone there really was working nights indefinitely as this would certainly deter some of the company if the person had to sleep half the day. It may not stop the one that wasn’t working from coming and going, though, or from being picked up by others.

I had to miss an opportunity to see Liz today because I didn’t get up till noon and didn’t want to rush off, assuming she’d be leaving at 3:00. I like to take the first few hours of my day slowly if I can help it. We’ll go tomorrow instead because there are a few things Fred’s didn’t have anyway. It’ll be after 3:00, but she doesn’t seem to have a set day or shift to work anyway, so I guess it’s hit or miss. The only thing she seems to do regularly is Saturdays, but I can’t even be sure about that since I’ve only seen her there twice on those days. I hope she’ll be there, but like I could ever have her either way. I’m 40 years old and will never have sex again anyway, nor have I ever had it with someone I was overly attracted to. Now that’s one hell of a sexual curse.

The birthrate is dropping, but the population’s rising thanks to all the fucking immigrants. Here are a few surprising facts. Nevada, Arizona and Florida are the fastest-growing states. This part doesn’t surprise me but the fact that California’s not one of them is. Maybe they’ve run out of room to grow anymore or are just waiting for us? Also, fewer Americans are having enough kids to replace themselves.

I answered Yahoo’s poll on what we think happens to our souls when we die. I said: I don’t know what happens. I only hope we aren’t reincarnated. One life is enough!

Of course the bible thumpers talked of Heaven and Hell, though you know me, I don’t believe everything I read. The Bible isn’t “God’s word” anyway. No one’s ever seen Him. People wrote the damn thing and so it’s their word! They wrote that gays will go to hell as a means of trying to scare them into being what they want them to be and all the other shit that’s in it.

Later…

They just left quietly next door. I heard just one car door but there was no way to tell who it was in the dark. I hope it’s to work all night!

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 20, 2006 Today started off a bit shaky but turned into a damn good day. Tom had been paranoid that my asking for a cash option would cause them not to send me anything, but when I was taking a bath, he came in with a smile on his face. I thought he was gonna tell me the horses hit a biggie, but instead, he let me know they left a message saying I’d receive a check in 8-10 days for $2500! This is awesome! I just really hope they put their actions where their mouths are because it not only pays for the passport applications, tickets and souvenirs, but there will be a bit more shopping this year after all, too! We’ve agreed to put 2 grand towards the trip and split the remaining $500. He’ll use his $250 to bet more aggressively, and I’ll use mine for an Indian doll from Ashton-Drake, a small Yves Rocher order, a small order at the Incense Rack, a few Barbies from Fred’s, and maybe some books, too.

The shaky start-up was that unless I was dreaming, the bitch next door woke me up twice. I don’t know if I was just paranoid of her doing so and dreamt it or if it was for real, but the weekend will tell for sure because we know it’s gonna be a circus over there at least one of those days, and he’ll be here listening. I asked him what he thought we should do if she does start waking me up regularly – move, try to talk to her, pull a speaker in there, or wear earplugs to sleep? He said we should wait and see if the company backs off when it gets cold and snowy, then decide. Well, it better because 7 more months of wake-up calls when I’m on nights is a bit much. Why must all our neighbors get worse and worse in time??? I see no real change in that department, just a delay. This is where I sometimes get a little hesitant to try to ditch society and live on our own. Life just isn’t what we plan or want so much of the time as opposed to what we don’t want or expect, but the check sure does help make up for the annoyances of city life.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 18, 2006 Kim’s been quiet so far today and didn’t turn out to be all that bad yesterday, but I don’t want to spend much time writing about her because every time I do someone comes slamming in.

It’s to be in the 60s for the next few days, amazingly.

I’ve had the lowest win month ever in compensation for the cruise and wakeboard. Where I usually win about 10 times a month or more, I’ve only had 2 wins so far this month.

The wakeboard people called about a week ago to let us know they’d be shipping out the board and to call them if I didn’t receive it in 4 weeks. Then yesterday they wanted to know if I wanted it made up for a guy, a woman, what colors, etc., and I was like, why couldn’t they have asked me this shit up front? We’d really like to either get this thing to sell or a cash option in time for the trip to cover the plane tickets.

These next 80 days are going to be a bit boring with nothing to do but sweep and write since we don’t have the money for him to bet aggressively right now and I can’t do any shopping. The only shopping we’ll do before the trip is for clothes. Then when we return, if all goes well we’ll make tons of money, buy a trailer to hitch to a new vehicle, and get into a motel till we can get into a rental down there while we figure out where to build or buy a house. If we’re being unbelievably cruelly teased, then we’ll rent a small U-Haul, dump our stuff in storage someplace down there, live in motels till he can find a job in a place that has more blacks than Phoenix, then buy a paper-thin trailer in the midst of the mainstream’s chaos and hope I win big while I’m at least grateful to be out of the cold.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 17, 2006 Tom will be here in a few minutes and then we’ll be going to the PO with our passport applications that we filled out online and then printed out.

Meanwhile, I expect a noisy day from next door seeing that it was quiet yesterday. There’s already been a round of door slamming. It’s just her car over there, but she’s got someone with her because I could hear them talking.

Later…

The leaves are falling and the canal’s draining. Tom said the colder weather would curb her company, but I don’t see it and it’s certainly colder! Century just pulled in so I’ve cranked up the tunes because I don’t want to hear it while they load/unload whatever the fuck it is they’ve got to load/unload. Tom said her car wasn’t there when he left for work, so she must’ve been just getting in when I heard her before we left.

It took us just under an hour and went faster than expected. We simply went down to the PO, gave this lady our forms, signed a paper and that’s it. In 6-8 weeks we’ll get our passports and birth certificates back. Now, all we have to do is cash our e-prize checks and get Tinkerbell a roommate.

Given where my schedule’s headed, I doubt I’ll be able to see Liz this Saturday. A part of me wondered if Tom’s presence would block any influencing progress, but it didn’t stop Jane from letting me know she liked me. Jane and Liz are two very different people, though.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 16, 2006 It’s been much cooler and it looks like winter’s here to stay. It’s really curbed the stereos, so that’s good. I just wonder what it’ll take to curb the blimp next door. She came in last night at 9:30. How many times they had to slam doors, I don’t know, because I was listening to music. I only knew of her return because I saw her light go on in back. She left an hour later and came back in two. So far today, she’s stayed put. She obviously went on this cleaning frenzy so she could start entertaining like crazy. Every other day this bitch has a whole slew of visitors and I don’t know that it’ll stop anytime soon. Oh, how the past always comes back to haunt me! At least the horses ran well today because she and her buddies didn’t annoy the shit out of me. She’s got the dumpster full again, and hopefully she’ll have sense enough not to add anymore till the trash is picked up Wednesday morning. She’s still got tons of bags stacked in back.

Oh, here we go. She just now left. At least it was in a reasonable way. I heard two door slams, then she left. She either loaded laundry or something into the back or had someone with her.

Tom’s gone to the PO to mail Paula’s package, and as I told her, this is it. She can get her own damn incense if I’m never going to hear from her.

He’s also going to pick a few things up at Safeway. I didn’t go because I didn’t think Liz would be there. It’s also a little cold in the 40s. It’s supposed to be in the 60s in a few days, but as of yet, that’s hit or miss.

We got this pamphlet that’s to have all the issues they’re to vote on this year, and not surprisingly, I see nothing on banning the stereos, nor do I see shit to restore the rights of gays.

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 15, 2006 Why oh why do all my neighbors get worse and worse with time??? The only difference is that it took this one a lot longer to get noisy. She just can’t go more than a day or two without the constant slew of visitors! This morning they drove me batty with the door slamming. This occurred on and off from 9:00 – 10:30 and the blimp’s been staying put ever since. She did leave quietly last night at 10:30, but I can’t say how long she was gone.

Sure enough, because I had to wake up and shower to the slamming, it was a shitty day at the track. At first I was like, this has got to be a coincidence! I’m not God. If I had that kind of power then I should be able to influence anything, shouldn’t I? And maybe this isn’t a gift after all, but just another degrading curse to use against me that I should try to destroy. But Tom thinks I can learn to control it, though I don’t know how.

He said he’s not sure my anger can influence anything positively as well as negatively, though it sure seems ironic that as soon as I get fed up with the poverty trip, we get money. Then again, there’s been enough things that getting fed up over didn’t fix. He agrees, however, that my being able to influence things through writing may be more possible.

Definitely possible, seeing that Century just slammed in, though that’s not the effect I wanted. Maybe I should write that she hasn’t been around even if she has. Maybe that’s what it’ll take to get her to stop coming around so much. Or at least get them to just get what they want from their fucking vehicles and go. I don’t see why they have to sit there and slam so many damn doors when they come and go. This is the shit the freeloaders did. If they could just get in their fucking cars and go, I’d be much happier. I’m sick of the big production they have to make about it before they take off or after they return.

It wasn’t Century. It was yet another new vehicle, so I saw, with at least 3 people in it. It was a gray-blue van and I guess these people picked her up and of course when they come back, instead of her hopping out by herself and them taking off, they’re all going to have to get out and cram into her little jail cell. Then they’ll have to come out and get something they forgot. Then come out again a few minutes later for yet more shit they either forgot or that she gave them to take back with them, then they’ll finally all slam out, giving me who knows how many precious hours of peace.

Meanwhile, my mood had perked up before the last round of slamming and one race was a hit. I wish he was the Influencer! He rarely gets pissed or as pissed.

The question is what things should I write what about? Meaning, would it really be more effective if I wrote about Liz liking me, or more effective if I wrote that she hated me? Or perhaps none of these things would make a difference. I just don’t know. Well, it’ll be a while, but we’ll find out when The Influencer, the book I just began, is finished. I don’t know if we’ll still be in Oregon when it’s finished. Either way, I would think I’d have a better shot at influencing Liz than Kate because I never knew Kate and Kate never knew me.

I still have to wrap up Heart of the Forest, but I’ve got an ending all mapped out. It’s just a matter of taking the time to tie up loose ends and bring it to an end.

The weather’s turned cool and damp and so my ear is worse. Or should I write that it’s better even though it’s not?

Mary’s 29 today. In another few years, she’ll have that extra 20 pounds she doesn’t think she’ll ever gain.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 14, 2006 Kim and Century wrapped up their conversation at sunset and took off in Kim’s car. When I was about to crash at 10:30, she still hadn’t returned. So far today, she’s been there alone and hasn’t gone out yet, but it’s early. Century probably won’t show till around 6:00.

I decided we should go to the store figuring that since Liz was there last Saturday, she may be there this Saturday too, and she was. Besides, I like Safeway’s soda better than Fred’s. She has a very soft voice and was very friendly. I recognized her from behind as soon as I entered the store. She turned around just as I was passing by and issued a friendly “hello.” After we shopped and I made sure we got in her line, I noticed a few flaws like her pointy nose and droopy neck. It could be that she lost a lot of weight as she definitely has a fuller face, though not to the degree that mine is. She’ll probably be heavy in a decade or so. She might’ve also been missing a tooth. Oh well, no one’s perfect. Her hair was down and almost as long as mine. It was parted at the side and had a slight wave at the bottom which I’d never seen before.

Anyway, as to whether or not I’ve influenced her, I’ll probably never know. I hope I have because then I could influence people with bad intentions, and it’d also be nice to be liked by someone so pretty. But like I said, if it works I don’t expect she’d come out and admit it and say, “Hey, I like you, by the way. Want to be friends?” It may also scare her to suddenly have an attraction towards another woman if she’s really always been as straight as I think she has been, although this is something that isn’t as rare of an occurrence as some might think. She may even find it strange if she suddenly got the desire to be just friends with me.

With people behind us, we didn’t speak much. She just asked how I was. I said, “Good, I won a cruise.”

She said, “Oh, good,” and that was it.

Later…

Well, we’ve made it to nearly 9:00 and all is still quiet next door. Has she been too sick for company?

Just a short while ago Tom came and pointed out that I was in a better mood today. Sure I am. It’s been relatively quiet for being in the city, we’re hanging out together, and I got to see Liz. Meanwhile, the horses didn’t fall on their noses today. They did great, winning 4 out of 5 races.

I’m not very hopeful for Miss Straight and Narrow being attracted to me due to my age and appearance, but on the other hand, remembering the DOs in jail who liked me gives me a bit of hope. Perhaps my influencing abilities really have improved over time. Before meeting Tom I sure as hell couldn’t influence those I wanted to want me back (assuming they weren’t famous), yet it’s ironic that the DOs I liked happened to like me back. And I was no young, skinny thing back then either.

I’m listening to music now and someone’s gotta teach these damn blacks how to talk. The word ‘ask’ isn’t pronounced ‘aks’. The s comes first. It’s just another attempt at standing out and getting attention, but if you ‘ask’ me, it only serves to make them appear just as dumb, insecure and rebellious.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 13, 2006 Kim has been getting on my nerves like never before. Yup, she’s totally been at her worst. After just two days of going companyless, the Century 21 van showed up last night. It was only here once, but there was a lot of door-slamming. Something was being loaded either into or out of the van. Or SUV or whatever you want to call it. She’s got this new thing now where she gabs outside with the company taking us back to the duplex where there was always conversation right outside our windows. Also, where she was never using the dumpster, she’s been using it like crazy, almost leaving us no room for our own trash. She’s still got more trash bags by her door too, from what I can see.

This morning, shortly after I got up at 8:30, a red car pulled in. I’m not sure if I’ve seen it before or not. There have been so many vehicles coming and going from over there that I can’t keep track. I just don’t understand why everybody’s got to go see Kim all of a sudden. Kim, who’s got a teeny weenie microscopic dump. I wish she’d get a job, get a life, and go to someone else’s place for a change!

To balance out my annoyance last night, Tom gave me a horse update and a good one! He’s upped the win percentages dramatically by making a few minor adjustments, and this is with betting small. Had he been betting aggressively, which he won’t do till after the cruise unless one of us wins another biggie before then, it would’ve paid much more. Out of just 4 races, it would’ve brought 2 or 3 hundred in easily with this new method! Also, it used to be that a lot of the losses would be way off, but the ones that have been wrong lately have only been off by a length.

Here’s where it really gets amazing and weird! He made this adjustment on Tuesday. Ironically that was the day I wrote about us moving to California to build our dream house with all the riches we’d won with me sweeping and him handicapping in the story I’ve just begun! Using Liz as one of the central characters, I’m writing my little “jinx story” since what I write seems to be a factor the same as my emotions, particularly anger. I just wish I knew what time of day I wrote this and he got his idea, though neither of us can remember. Judging by my schedule and the fact that it was a workday for him, I’d say I had to have written that part in first.

It also seems I can sometimes jinx-write the opposite, though too, by writing something like how there haven’t been any spiders in here for a while, then I see one the next day.

The red car just left with a guy driving that appeared to be in his 40s. How many times will it be back? And how many times is Miss Century 21 coming and going today?

Anyway, when I think back to how my anger has influenced things, it’s rather uncanny. It not only made sick those who pissed me off, but it influenced me to quit the inhalers, my ability to handle dairy foods, my allergies, etc. I don’t know why it can’t influence my schedule or weight, but I guess it’s just not meant to be. Yet after getting pissed off like never before over being broke so much of the time when we were homeless, and feeling like a puppet and like God’s little bum, he gets the promotion, I start winning sweeps, and he gets the horse idea. Before this, though, I had always accepted poverty as a fact of my life without bitter resentment. Well, now I’ll be happy to fume over the fact that while we did get the dressers, the bed, and a new chair for me, we’re still using boxes for furniture in some cases!

Liz wasn’t there yesterday, but Estella was. Although she’s been chattier with me lately, I’d say she’s just being friendly and that it’s not a case of right effect, wrong target. It’s funny cuz she still asks if we need any help out.

Kim just left, though it almost didn’t look like her driving. I couldn’t see well enough to say for sure, but anyway, I’m sure she’ll be back in just a few. God, this is getting old!

While we were loading bottles into the bottle machine, I was stunned to see two teenage girls walk by sucking on pacifiers. I guess this is the new attention-getting trend, but what a way to get attention! I swear, if people can’t get it positively, they’ll do it negatively. What a tacky, asinine, stupid thing to do!

Speaking of teens, there were 3 teenage girls next door when we passed by. The weather was nice, so the front door was open and we could hear rap music playing, but not in our house, thanks to the distance. I still can’t say how many people live there, but I know it’s a lot.

The Midwest got their first taste of winter and last night the Northeast got it. We have yet to get our first taste and I hope we won’t anytime soon, even though there are still tons of spiders and flying things out there. A big spider was coming down on its web just outside the door when Tom got in yesterday.

Later…

Century 21, a heavy blond with a high ponytail just came and then left, but Kim’s car is still gone. This definitely could be a lover, or maybe even a roommate with the way she’s been coming around so much.

Later…

It’s like the duplex minus the dog and TV with this bitch and her company slamming in and out and gabbing outside our windows! It’s really starting to go from annoying to pissing me off. Both Kim and Century returned, then left, then returned, and now they’re gabbing outside and driving me nuts! It’s starting to look like Century’s moved in. That would explain why so many boxes left; to make room for Century’s mattress. But why would a real estate agent of all people want to live in a dump the size of a jail cell? Better yet why would a real estate agent want to associate with a jobless person? God, if the weekdays can be this hectic, the weekend’s gonna be a nightmare for damn sure! I’m at the point where I’m really seriously starting to wish she’d get the hell out and take my chances as to whether or not something worse moved in there. And of course, because she had to go and piss me off, one of the horses scratched, one fell on his nose, and so forth.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 11, 2006 It’s to be in the 70s for the next few days which is amazing for mid-October in a cold climate. It sure saves us money too, since I haven’t had to run the heat during the daytime.

The guy with the wakeboard called and left a message yesterday wondering why he hadn’t received my affidavit yet. Tom called and let him know that in a small town such as this, we had trouble finding a notary but that it was on its way. I just checked and it’s out for delivery down in Irvine.

We got a new carrier that seems nice. The other guy switched routes, he told me. He had been on two weeks of vacation himself, so I guess that’s why the mail would be late at times.

Kim surprised me by not having any company yesterday. She’s been home all day and hopefully, she can go another day without it.

Meanwhile, I’m still thinking about how fat, old and ugly I am, and how young, beautiful and straight Liz is. Yup. God definitely put a lifelong sexual curse on me. Absolutely no lust is allowed that isn’t in my dreams only.

Just when I was also thinking it a bummer that I only had one win so far this month, I get an email telling me I won a custom book of photo stamps from Fuji.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 10, 2006 I’m starting to wonder if her moving out next door wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. She’s been getting on my nerves with not only her own constant coming and going, but with her company’s constant coming and going as well. It’s not as bad as the duplex, but it’s annoying enough. A couple in a white pickup visited like 3 times on Sunday. Then a gold van came and went a few times later on. I think the white pickup couple may’ve been her parents because the woman had her features and was humungous. She had to have been 250 pounds or more. I have to wonder about people like that and if they’re so huge because they eat all the time, or if they’re just naturally that way. The woman was looking at the car for sale next door. She was so big that walking alone seemed to be quite an effort for her. Her double chin hung way down onto her neck.

She was gone when Tom left yesterday morning and I thought maybe she had split after all, but she returned at 9:30. She then stayed put for a few hours till the Century 21 van started making its rounds. Tom said he heard 3 people talking at one point. Again I have to wonder, when does this bitch sleep? I’m getting sick of all the door-slamming, but I know that if she does move, what moves in there next won’t be any better. Everybody here has to have company every day! Will this bitch ever go back to taking some days off?

She’s got the dumpster chock full now, so we’ll just have to wait and see what’s going on. As of yet, we haven’t got a clue. It’d be nice, though, if I could “influence” her to go it alone today.

When Tom was checking online about updating his license and my ID with this Oregon address, he found that for just $20 I can have my license reinstated without taking a driver’s test. So we got it reinstated so I can enter vehicle contests too, though I don’t know if one more entry will make a difference with contests that generate millions of entries. It should be here in 5 days and should hopefully eliminate any problems there may’ve been when we go to apply for the passports next Monday.

We found a reliable notary downtown that notarized the wakeboard forms. She was telling us about a movie they made about a woman who supported her family by winning contests many years ago before computers were a regular thing. It was easier to win back then because they didn’t get as many entries.

We hit Safeway afterward. No Liz, but Estella was there and very chatty. She’s definitely Liz’s runner-up. She asked if we wanted to donate 69¢ towards this new vaccine that’s to prevent breast cancer, which we did. Then I mentioned being impatient about this pill they were supposed to come out with that straightens curly hair, and she insisted I had beautiful hair. While I was flattered I also thought to myself, now why couldn’t it be Liz giving me this compliment? Hell, I’d probably have a better chance of getting her over here than Liz. Speaking of which, it occurred to me afterward how ironic it would be if I was successful after all with my influencing, only I ended up influencing the wrong person. I vaguely remember dreaming about that, too. Well, if it accidentally does bounce from Liz to Estella, better than it bouncing off and hitting this poor, fat, ugly blond retard that works there named Emily.

Later…

Kim’s stayed put all day so far, but the day is young and this is someone who’s predominantly a night person, so I’m sure she and her visitors will annoy me later.

I learned two new songs in Spanish today, which I’m still learning more and more of over time, and probably always will.

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 8, 2006 The object of my attraction isn’t Jennifer or Leanne, it’s Liz. Boring nickname and so is Elizabeth, but at least I got to see her and to find out her name.

We caught the bus downtown just after 10:00 and got the passport photos done at Fred’s. My face looks enormous and old, like closer to 50 than 40, but what can I do about it? It’s something that only gets worse with time as I only keep getting older and never younger. Tomorrow we’ll be getting the damn forms notarized and maybe see Liz again, too.

We then left Fred’s and hit K-mart where I got new socks, bras and underwear. It’s nice to have underwear that fits and that isn’t all stretched out. I also got a couple of cologne sprays I like and two Barbies. One’s in a Hawaiian theme and the other’s in a flashy fashion that the religious freaks would no doubt see as utterly sinful.

Afterward, we caught the bus back downtown and Tom waited outside Safeway with our bags while I ran and grabbed a few things. When I first saw her as I was entering the store, I didn’t even recognize her because I’d never seen her hair up in a bun before. Guess some of the employees there are changing hairstyles. Anyway, I grabbed a few items and scanned the cashiers as I approached the front of the store. I was just about to pass by her when I got a quick glance at her eyes and realized it was her. She’s not Kate-gorgeous, but she’s still pretty hot. Tom was right in that she is skinny, but the shape of her face is what must’ve thrown me into thinking she was a bit chunky. Her face seems slightly full as opposed to the rest of her, but she’s still got a nice body, even though she’s a little shorter than I’d like. She’s between 5’ 3” and 5’ 5”. She’s got a nice ass and I like her eyes, even though they’re a bit narrow, making her appear slightly snobbish.

She was professionally polite and didn’t appear to have picked up on any of my vibes. It was busy, so I didn’t bother using the sweeps pitch I was going to use as bait. I was going to mention winning the cruise and hopefully encourage her to want to be my sweeping partner so we could use each other as referrals for extra entries.

She wore little makeup, just a touch of eyeliner. Not surprisingly, she wore a ring too, though I couldn’t tell if it was an engagement ring or a wedding ring. I couldn’t expect a girl that good-looking to be single, much less interested in me if she were gay. I’m fat, ugly and old-looking, and she’s young, skinny and pretty. Ah, but I still have her anytime I want to in my fantasies, and she’s damn sure to have a role in one of my stories, too!

We saw why the car is parked just inside the gate next door. They’ve got a little for-sale sign in it.

We got a repeat performance from a few weeks ago from Kim. The same pickup came and went twice, making us think she was moving, and of course, Miss Century 21 was in the picture, too. Tom saw that the back of the truck was loaded with tons of boxes and a chest of drawers the first time it left. He thought he saw them bring in a mattress another time, then leave again with the truck virtually empty. I crashed around 8:00 and Tom said she returned by herself at 10:00. She’s been there ever since. She’s got a bunch of trash bags in the dumpster, but we don’t know what the hell’s going on. If she’s moving, she sure is taking her time doing it. It’s hard to believe she’s getting rid of old shit since there’s only so much that tiny shack can hold.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 7, 2006 She wasn’t at the store, I’m sorry to say, and Tom thinks we may’ve gone too early. He thinks more people may come in on Fridays after 5:00. It was closer to 4:00 when we were there. So we’ll go later sometime. Being Friday, it was more crowded and there was more staff. Except for one girl, they were all people I’d seen before, including Estella, who I thought was her for a minute. I’d never seen her hair down till yesterday and because she’s got the same thin dark hair, I thought it was her even though the length was off. Estella’s is to the middle of her back, but the one I’m after has it closer to the waist. There was one new cashier we’d never seen before, Olivia, whom I hope isn’t a replacement for her. When I tried to remember what her name might’ve been, Jennifer and Leanne came to mind, though I knew these could be names from nameplates I’ve seen on other employees in other stores like Fred’s. Ironically, though, I did hear someone named Jennifer being paged. There are employees who also work behind the scenes, so who knows if she was really there but just hiding in back somewhere?

We came back just in time to see this teenager I’d never seen before bringing a baby and a toddler to the swings. I was surprised as it was a bit nippy out. It’s freezing at 32º right now, though it’s supposed to get up to 64º. Anyway, I turned on the sound machine, though I never heard a thing in here. I don’t think they were there long because when I checked a short while later the swings were empty.

In a few hours, we’re going to hopefully find a notary working somewhere and browse through some department stores, too. It just sucks that it’ll be the afternoon on a weekend and not either late at night or during the week. Fred’s and Kmart are semi-crowded, but Walmart is always a zoo. The passports we’ll do in a week or two since we know it only takes 6 weeks for those.

The toilet’s clogged up again. That blimp better not be fucking things up with her shit again, but like I said before, they’re welcome to bill us all they want. We’ll just move. Still, we don’t need the hassle. If they do give us the hassle, though, we’ll really up their workload, that’s for sure. Leaving the place a mess is one thing, drawing with permanent markers on the wall is another.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 6, 2006 We’ll be going to the store when he gets off work. I hope she’s there! I’m going to put on a little makeup and hope for the best, no matter how foolish it may seem.

Since stopping the diet I concocted I’ve been much hungrier. I’m going to live it up today and tomorrow, then cut back again to reshrink my stomach. Of course the first few days will be hell.

Unless he hits a big one, Tom’s decided not to tell me what’s going on with the horses till after the cruise because he doesn’t want to deal with what he perceives as my negativity when it doesn’t go well. That’s fine, I told him, it’s just that I’ve seen him get overly optimistic in a naïve kind of way before and I’d hate to see him kid either one of us. On the other hand, just maybe he really is onto something here. He sure is plugging away at it when he’s home and awake.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 5, 2006 They broke another plank in the picket fence in front. Why are these little animals hell-bent on breaking this fence? I don’t care what they do to the damn thing since it’s not ours, but these little shits may very well work on the truck next. We won’t be able to get much for the old heap of shit as it is, so we don’t need any trouble.

It’s cold and rainy and miserable, yet wonderfully quiet. Been up nearly 10 hours and haven’t heard one bark or stereo yet. If I was your all-American noise-lover, I’d be really disappointed today.

I’d also have been disappointed had I made it to Safeway yesterday because she wasn’t there. Tom said it was the same people who were there the day before.

A few of my Tonner dolls won me a pink T-shirt. You had to submit a photo showing how well pink and orange go together fashion-wise. Well, I didn’t have a picture of myself in those colors, so I said, why not the picture of Sydney in a pink dress with an orange coat standing next to Mei Li in a hot pink gown and Tyler in her orange, pink and red Cinnamon Swirl gown? It turns out that the first 10 submissions got the shirt. It’s nice to know that plastic people are acceptable!

Guess that’s it for now. Time to fantasize about the cashier, work on my story, and win more sweeps! Always win more sweeps!

A part of me misses Mary, but I don’t miss her sensitivity, and I still wouldn’t want to deal with her pestering me once she’s cut loose.

Once again I’m totally confused about my ear. It’s colder today, like the coldest day so far this fall, yet my ear’s fine today. It’s got to be either the elevation or just my lifelong punishment for having it messed with. It will be interesting to see how it is on the cruise and my lungs as well.

That dude that comes out front to smoke is out now. His dogs and the ones next to him haven’t turned out to be the problem I thought they’d be over the summer. No dog’s as big a nuisance as the canal dog, though that one should simmer down as it gets colder. It does most of its barking in the late afternoon and evenings. Obviously, its owners return from work, ignore it, and it doesn’t like it. Anyway, the worst part of the summer was definitely the stereos except for when it was really hot in the 90s.

Speaking of work, I still don’t get how so many people can afford to stay home all day. Do they all have someone supporting them, or do more people around here work 2nd and 3rd shift than I thought? And what’s that hot cashier do when she’s not at Safeway, I wonder? She’s obviously only part-time. Maybe she goes to school when she’s not working or has a kid, though I doubt that if she’s as skinny as Tom says she is.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 4, 2006 Kim hasn’t gotten a job or rid of her car, but Miss Century 21’s coming around again. She picked her up yesterday at lunchtime. I just hope she doesn’t make a regular habit of coming around! I don’t like doors slamming just outside the bedroom window. I can sometimes hear them loud and clear even over the air cleaner.

My lotion came yesterday. No freebies this time.

As I’m sure most people would agree, I’m fat, old-looking, and just not very pretty. So why can’t I just forget about this sure-to-be straight chick? Oh, I don’t know. I guess it gives me something to do. It’s kind of fun. It’s like with Palma. I knew I wouldn’t get a damn thing from her, but I had fun flirting just the same. Can it really hurt anyone if it’s done in good taste? I wouldn’t do anything to put her on the spot or embarrass her in any way. At least not if I could help it. I just can’t see myself ever wanting to have sex with Tom. As I’ve learned, one can give their heart to the same person forever, but not their body. This doesn’t mean I’ll ever give my body to anyone else, though Tom’s saying that all he wants is me is no help as far as turning me on to him. If he wanted me, he’d have had me. I guess it’s just in most guys’ nature to say they want things they don’t. In other words, yes really means no in most cases.

He went to Safeway yesterday and there were very few employees he said, and she wasn’t one of them. If I’m not too tired, I’ll go with him today for stuff they didn’t have yesterday after he gets off work. He said there were no frozen potatoes or hardly anything else on the list I made up. The shelves were bare. I guess they had a problem stocking up or something. Somebody fucked up somewhere, but anyway, I may be too tired to go today. Next week for sure, though.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 3, 2006 Got the forms from iSwag, who I won the $50 from, but what’s not good is that I still haven’t received my lotions. I sent Kepa an email. The post office site says it’s still in the system, but if it was shipped on the 27th via priority mail, what’s taking so long?

Still think of that cashier nearly every waking minute, though I know it’s a waste of time bothering to go out of my way to see her. What for? Mutual attraction is a sin for me, so it seems, so why bother when she’ll only be straight, gay and taken, or gay and not interested because I’m too short, feminine and older? Tom being in the picture doesn’t help much either, but I’ll still be stupid enough to wish for a friendship and go out of my way to see her. Or at least to hope to see her. Hey, eye candy is a wonderful thing, if that’s all she can ever be, but just to have someone like me too, other than head-playing Teddy Bear, or someone else I couldn’t even be just friends with, would be so way nice.

Oh, the frustration of doing something right just to fail and never get any results! I’ve kept my calories low and even dropped to 127 pounds, which I woke up at this morning. But now, after less than 1000 calories, I’ve shot up to 131. I just don’t get what’s doing it, either. No one should gain 4 pounds eating so little, so with this discouraging me, I’ve eaten more today and haven’t bothered to work out. Why work so hard and go so hungry for nothing? I never would’ve believed it if someone told me there’d come a day when having 800-1200 calories consistently wouldn’t do the trick. Never.

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 1, 2006 Yesterday turned out to be a real pisser. I made myself stay up 18 hours for nothing. We took the bus up to UPS to get the form for the wakeboard notarized, but the fucking notary wasn’t there. Of course, this is after we were told that there’s always one there on Saturdays, and after we didn’t think to call first to check, knowing you can’t take people’s word for shit. The only good thing was sharing an order of fries at a nearby Burger King while we waited for the bus. We also picked up a DVD. We have until the 13th, so we’ll get the damn forms taken care of somewhere else next Saturday and get some other errands done then, too.

Although Tom thinks I still influenced things, it turns out that they didn’t do the wakeboard drawing till the 25th, then they overnighted the forms. We’ll probably overnight them back once we finally get them out of the way. We still have e-prize checks to cash, too!

That car hasn’t moved next door and I see they now have a lock on the gate. Must’ve gotten sick of the local animals going in there.

[moonrisecoeur]

(im on break rn but)

MOOON PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SCREAM AT ME ABOUT MUSIC IM SO NORMAL ABOUT SHARING MUSIC W PPL AND AAHHHHHHH

ive been considering giving u song recs bc IDK i love sharing music theres something so personal and full of love ab it to me

🐕

u do not understand i am so so sure that no one cares but FINE if u so insist please allow me to be annoying

deep breath in… AHHHHHHH

ellise is an artist that i have loved forever and ever and ever and ever which translates to for the past couple years and i LOVE ALL OF HER SONGS RAHHH

i love her lyrics they just connect to me so deeply. here are a collection of my favorite lyrics and songs!! all of these will be spotify links since i work for starbies and they give me spotify for free!! but pls look them up wherever you listen to music !!!

i could tell you i love you… but you wouldn't reply, wouldn't look in my eyes, wouldn't care when i cried

why would i tell you i love you?

RAHHH GHOST IS SO GOOD I LOVE HER VOCALS I LOVE THE SADNESS OF THIS SONG I LOVE HOW

we talked about a future, but now it's in the past

i don't regret the memories, but knew they wouldn't last

i know that it's not easy to give up what we had

i made myself a promise, and i’m not looking back

this song is so. ugh. love her. so sad yet so real. the realization at the end of the song is that she’s not pinky promising her ex that she doesn’t love him, it’s that she’s promising herself that she’ll leave him regardless of if she still does !! love !!

tell me it's a dead-end, you already got your flight booked

tell me over breakfast

'cause it's clear you don't care about me how you used to

this song makes me want to scream it’s so somber and resigned it’s so!! argggghhh i love it!! the way shes like ‘i know we’re done but please… it can wait until breakfast’ THIS SONG WAS ALSO OFF HER FIRST ALBUM WHICH CAME OUT ON MY BIRTHDAY so it was literallly fate.

talk to the moon from my window

she’s so cold, doesn't know

i think i might close my eyes for the last time tonight, i’ll go

look my name being moon is a coincidence BUT this was my favorite song of hers for a long while!! very very good song i love that it doesn’t stay all sad and slow the whole time!!

come wine with me, come dine with me

conspire with me, can't hide from me

kill time with me, like murder in the first degree

NO BC I WAS LISTENING TO SANDMAN AS I WAS WRITING ABOUT IT AND I WAS THINKING ABOUT WHICH SONG OFF OF OVER HER DEAD BODY I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT AND I DECIDED ON APPETITE RIGHT AS SPOTIFY STARTED PLAYING IT !!! rahh this song is hot !!

(okie so i tried to post this twice and it didn’t work LMAO it keeps failing to post and not saving anything i write up until this point so!! i’m just gonna write out everything else!!)

she ruins everything - ellise

she just released this song last night and it’s soooooo good!! pls give it a listen if literally nothing else on this list

arms length - king mala

i am so normal about this song. i am so sane.

… OF COURSE IM LYING THIS SONG MAKES ME SOB I LITERALLY CANNOT CONTROL MY EMOTIONS WHEN I LISTEN TO THIS FUCKING SONG i’m so sad. her lyricism… unmatched i fear…

spinnin - madison beer

mitski - i’m your man

this song is literally my personality my genuine favorite song of 2023 it runs through my veins i eat it for breakfast lunch and dinner

sad songs in a hotel room - joshua bassett

sand - dove cameron

cake and iced coffee - leyla blue

life was so much better back when you were mine.. :(

patient - charlie puth

i am so embarrassed that i like him and his music… but i really do…

[creat0r-cat]

Markiplier x Teen!Daughter! Reader - Streaming Troubles

Requested by azullluna

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“Alright, so if we go down this hallway and to the left, there should be the exit..” You mumbled to no one in particular, your character roaming a haunted hallway inside of a horror game called “123 Slaughter Me Street”. The chat of your youtube livestream was rather slow today. There were plenty of people watching, over 6 thousand people, but it wasn’t as active as it was normally. 

Maybe you weren’t seeing how fast it actually was. It was raining outside which seemed to slow the world down, and you were playing a horror game, making you hyper sensitive to every moving thing in the room within your peripheral vision. It really wasn’t the most ideal or relaxing environment, but that was fine. It was a horror game stream so why in the world would it be relaxing?

As you finally found the exit, your chat began to go absolutely nuts, comments flashing by faster than you could read it. Comments like, “BEHIND YOU!!” and “OMGOSH (YT/n) LOOK OUT!” being the most common which made you confused as you entered the lit doorway inside the game. “Chat what are you-”

A loud shout and the feeling of two hands grabbing your shoulders made you shriek and thrash around, consequently falling out of your chair and onto the floor. There above you, laughing with his hands on his knees, was your dad, Markiplier. “HAHAHA! The look on your face was priceless!” You got up, smacking him lightly on the arm. “You’re lucky I finished the level, otherwise I would’ve killed you.” 

Mark smiled, looking at you with an innocent look. “Aww don’t be like that. You know you love me.” Returning to your chair, you smirked and let your hands rest on the keyboard and mouse. “I don’t know.. I think I’m starting to shift more to hate than love.” Mark let out a dramatic gasp, his hands flying to the back of your chair and shaking it as he exclaimed, “But (Y/n), hatred to the dark side leads! Has Star Wars taught you nothing??” 

The chat was still thriving with the many viewers shouting compliments, hellos, and proclamations of love to you and Mark, as well as laughing at your family antics. “Anyway,” your dad continued, watching as you start up the next level, “I got some Chick-Fil-A while I was out and I have some food for you if you want it.” 

“Oh heck yeah I want it. Thank you! I take back what I said about hating you.” Mark laughed as he left the room and came back a moment later with the bag of deliciousness, followed closely by Chica who stared intently at the delivery. “Alright, see you after the stream! Love you!” He said, waving behind him as he left the room.

“Love you too!” You paused the game, opening up the bag and sorting the food on the desk before resuming. Looking back at the stream, the stream of comments hadn’t entirely died down from their Markiplier high. “Oi, chat, stop calling my dad hot.” Taking a bite out of a waffle fry, you started a new level.

-timeskip a week later-

“No, Alcina Lady Dimitrescu would never be a vessel for someone so unworthy as Eva! Already perfect is what you were trying to say! Already the pinnacle of evolution! You could literally do no better than what you already have so why would you even need a vessel for Eva?” Announced Mark as he played through Resident Evil Village.

As he continued his rant, a knock came from the door. “Dad! She’ll be a fine vessel. It’s not like Lady’s alive or anything.” You called, opening the door to the room. Yes, you knew he was recording but decided to mess with him. “No! Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Stop lying to yourself! She’s dead, she’s not real, and she’s not coming back!” 

“First of all, she’s not dead, she’s just in my pocket in the form of an inanimate crystal statue. Also, I could say the same thing about some of those fictional boys you love so much.”

“At least my fictional relationships won’t try to kill me as soon as they see me.” 

“Listen, we have a very complicated relationship! You wouldn’t understand our love.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” You promptly left the room as Mark rolled her eyes. “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about, chat.”

-timeskip the next day-

You were once again streaming live on YouTube, this time playing Fall Guys. So far you had managed to score two wins out of the seven rounds you played thus far. During a break in the game, you once again saw your chat go nuts with excited greetings to your dad. Turning around, you noticed Mark frozen in place, as if by not moving you wouldn’t notice him. The two of you stayed in that position, your interlocked gazes not breaking for about a minute. 

In his hand was a small box of mocha pop tarts.

“Breaking your diet again, are you?” You said, crossing your arms as Mark started moving again, hiding the opened box of pastries behind your reading pillow and some stuffies in front of your bookshelf. The box was perfectly hidden on the lower shelf. “Don’t tell Amy.” He simply said, exiting the room.

The chat continued to move quickly, people spamming messages like:

“Don’t worry! I’ll never snitch on you 🤫” 

“I LOVE YOU MARK!!!”

“Even when binge eating poptarts, he’s still friggin hot!”

And “MARK PLS MARRY ME!!”

Yes, this certainly wasn’t uncommon when he appeared in a stream, but it did get annoying at times. “Chat, calm the heck down and for heaven’s sake stop calling my dad hot!” 

“An interesting comment section you have here.” suddenly came a comment from Mark in the live chat, making it blow up once again with the praise and nearly undivided attention from the excited viewers.

“(sigh). This is gonna be a long stream…” You grumbled under your breath as you continued the game.

-timeskip later that day-

Mark was relaxing in the living room when You walked downstairs, sitting down on a nearby couch. An awkward silence filled the room, the two of them not daring to break it or even look at each other. The pressure began to build with every second that passed till it reached a breaking point when a female voice entered the scene with the sound of a closing door.

“Mark, (Y/n)! I’m here!”

“I’M GONNA TELL AMY!!”

“(Y/N) NO!!!”

[spilledkauffie]

Asking You Out

Pairing: Poe Dameron x FemaleJedi!Reader Word Count: 1.8k T/W: fluffy ☁️☁️ A/N: found this in my drafts, not my best, but kinda cute

↳ m a i n m a s t e r l i s t

“Okay, okay here he comes,” a pilot whispered to the group of fellow pilots sitting on storage boxes in the hangar bay, “remember, make it believable, he needs the push.”

“Oh come on!” one said loudly, as the rest dramatically shook their heads in disbelief.

“Yeah, right!” another interjected with an eye roll.

Poe, who had just returned from training new pilot recruits, couldn’t help but break into an amused smile when he saw the circle of seasoned pilots all shaking their heads, smiling, and laughing like teenage boys over something. Joining the circle, they all fell silent and looked at him, attempting to hide their smiles.

“Hey guys,” Poe said in an exhale, looking around the circle; when they all stayed quiet he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head lightly, still smiling, literally and physically asking, “what’s goin’ on?”

“Oh nothing, nothing,” one commented, glancing around to the still snickering members.

“What? What’s so funny?” Poe asked again, looking from one to the other, wanting to be in on the joke; he was usually the first one they all wanted to tell when they heard some gossip, jokes, or news, so to be left out in such a way was utterly confusing.

One last glance around the circle from the pilot directly opposite Poe and they gave in, “alright,” he started, “we were just talking about the celebration that General Leia is holding in a couple of days.”

Another laugh interjected, mixed with a few disbelieving scoffs.

“Yeah,” Poe nodded, smiling in anticipation but still confused, already knowing this information.

“And,” they continued, “we were talking about who’s going to ask Leia's young Jedi friend to go with them.”

Poe stopped smiling, and turned to a worried seriousness, “like- as a couple?”

They all tried not to laugh, noticing his change in disposition, “yeah,” one managed, “a couple, you know,” he winked at Poe, “together.”

“Oh,” Poe pursed his lips together, trying to play it cool despite the fact that he’d been hot under the collar for you since you joined the Resistance, “and uh, have any of you asked yet?”

“No,” they admitted, “some of the boys here are a little nervous; they don’t think anyone has the courage to actually ask her out, you know being a Jedi and all.”

They all subtly glanced around before staring at Poe, waiting to see what he’d do. When it came to courage, danger, and bravery being challenged, he was never one to back down, they just wondered if that included when love was also on the line. Poe lifted his eyebrows and nodded as if considering.

“Well, you know she’s a person, just like us,” he began reasoning, not only to his fellow pilots but also to himself, “I mean, I’ve talked to her plenty of times before, there’s no reason to be nervous about approaching her.”

“Huh, maybe he’s right,” one commented, looking to the one who organised the plan.

“I don’t know Poe, I wouldn’t want a Jedi knowing my feelings,” he countered, “then they can do all that mind-reading stuff and if she says no-”

“So what if she says no?” Poe interrupted, shrugging again, looking around to his group of pilots, “I mean, if anything, how do you think she’s feeling?”

They all perked their eyebrows, still smirking at Poe for his attempt to conceal the fact that he was head over heels for you and that he was not so subtly revealing how deeply he cared about your emotions.

Swallowing harshly, Poe managed to continue, “I mean you know- she’s new on the ship, no one’s asked her, she’ll be there all alone, because there’s no way Leia’s not inviting her, and then she’ll wonder if we don’t like her and-”

“Sounds like you should ask her,” a pilot stopped him.

Jaw still open, Poe was left speechless for a moment, before starting to half nervously and half scoffingly chuckle, looking down to the helmet he held in his hands still, “yeah, right, well, when am I going to have time for that with the new recruits and the-”

“I don’t know,” another interrupted, “she’s right there.” They pointed over Poe’s shoulder.

Turning on his heel to look where they were pointing, he saw you. You were engaged in a conversation with a Gran who was giving you directions to where the X-Wings were kept in the hangar bay. Poe knit his brows, a longing expression coming over his face; he was always amazed by your beauty, even from afar. The other pilots nudged each other.

“So, fellas, you heard Poe, who’s gonna be brave enough to ask the Jedi out?”

Poe immediately turned back around to the group, looking from one pilot to the next, hoping they’d all stay a little nervous. This was his plan to finally talk to you about how he felt, he needed everyone to stay at least a little scared, and to his surprise they did, leaving him the perfect opportunity to volunteer.

“Alright, I’ll do it,” Poe said finally.

“We’ll believe it when we see it,” one crossed his arms.

Lifting his eyebrows and tilting back, Poe asked, “is that a threat or a promise?”

“Just saying, we all get nervous when it comes to romance,” they stated challengingly.

“Okay,” Poe pressed his tongue to the inside of his bottom lip, thinking it over, “okay.”

You were on your way to the X-Wings, hands clasped together in front of you as you walked leisurely, happy to be observing the entire bay as you had never been in it before when suddenly Poe Dameron was jogging up to your side. When he met you, you turned your attention calmly to him, continuing to walk now with him.

“Hey, hi,” he said a little breathlessly, as he continued to walk by your side.

“Poe,” you gave a little nod with a smile, “it’s so nice to see you, I thought I’d run into you here.”

“It is?- You did?” Poe stuttered already.

“Of course,” you smiled again, this time a little amused, “you’re our best pilot, you spend practically all your time in the bay. Or so I hear,” you looked over to him, “that’s what Leia tells me.”

Poe took a deep breath, both happy and terrified that Leia confided in you about him and was sharing information.

“Ah, yes, well,” he tried, but every time he met your gaze he got lost in your eyes, “what are you doing in the bay again?” He tried to sound professional until the right opportunity came up.

“Oh, I’m here to look over the X-Wings,” you stopped walking, turning to face him. You reached out your hands to take his gently in yours, giving a reassuring squeeze as you spoke, “I promise, I don’t mean to be in your space, I know this is your arena.”

Poe breathed slowly at the sudden intimacy you created so naturally.

“No, by all means, be in my space, the more crowded the better,” Poe shrugged calmly, despite his heart rate increasing at your closeness and your touch.

You laughed, tossing your head back a little and squinting your eyes, “Leia just wanted me to,” you let go of Poe’s hands, preparing to continue walking when you felt the slightest pull of resistance to your hand leaving Poe’s, causing you to look back to him, keeping your hand in his. Glancing up to meet his gaze, you blinked a few times, waiting for him to say something. Poe breathed heavily, before dropping your hand from his, something he scolded himself for later.

“So, uh, I’ve got a question for you about the force,” Poe quickly lifted his hand to the back of his head, ruffling his curls, while the other hand was firmly set on his hip.

“Sure,” your eyes brightened as you kept walking together, no one except Leia had asked you about the force, it still seemed like something most people either revered, but didn’t talk about or they were scared of.

“Is it something you can control or do things just. . .happen?” He asked, then immediately looked to you for an answer.

“Well,” you raised a hand casually, “there are certain things we can control, other things take more time, and some things no one can control; it’s a living force and it cannot be tamed.” “Right, right,” Poe nodded along with your explanation, “so when it comes to bringing things closer to you- you know like an apple’s on a desk and you want it, but you don’t want to get up and go all the way across the room-”

“Yes,” you laughed once again at his wording, “we can control things like that, it does take training though, but that’s one thing I can say I’ve mastered.”

“Oh okay. Well…I mean, okay if you say so,” Poe said in a tone that sounded questioning.

Dropping your jaw teasingly, “you don’t believe me?” You began.

“I do, I do,” Poe raised his hands defensively, “but the thing is,” he started.

Ceasing your walking path again, you crossed your arms over your chest, waiting with a perked eyebrow as to where he was going with this. Poe stepped a little closer to you, causing you to lift your head just a little to meet his gaze.

“Lately, I’ve been feeling this pull,” he began, speaking quieter, “and I’m pretty sure it’s coming from you because it’s pulling me right towards you.”

Dropping your head to hide your glowing smile, you knew where it was going now.

“And I was just wondering,” Poe tilted his head left and right trying to be charming as his heart was racing. He was looking right at you when you looked up, “if there’s an easier way you could get my attention if you want it because I mean seriously, every time you walk in the room-”

“Poe,” you said through a smile.

“And if you’re telling me you have full control over it, I was wondering,” he swallowed, nervously, eyebrows knitting together, “if that means,” he took a deep breath, “that you feel that pull too?”

Taking a final step even closer to him, your crossed arms grazed his chest, “I don’t think that’s the force,” you squint your eyes, before breaking into a smile as you spoke, “I think that’s just feelings. And if you’re asking me if I have those,” you noted him inhale and hold his breath, “the answer is yes.”

A sudden heavy sigh of relief came from Poe, “oh, okay,” he paused to simply smile at you for a while, until he noticed you raising your eyebrows, asking if there was more he wanted to say, “right, hey are you going to the General’s celebration?”

“Yes,” you nodded, unable to keep the smile off your lips as you now knew exactly what was going to come next.

“Would you…want to go with me?” Poe dipped his head and leaned a little to one side, “together, as a couple.”

Shaking your head out of amusement as you closed your eyes before looking up and answering, “yes, that’d be wonderful."

[wastelandcth]

i’ll always come back to you - cth

summary: Calum wore a skirt. A stage reveal happens. 

author’s notes: I have no excuse but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. 

warnings: Cal in a skirt (please it’s too good), car sex, PIV, calum blanks out a little, she’s back and better than ever!

masterlist || request || more doves

“What do you think I should wear?” Calum asked softly, his hands running through the different items in his closet once more, “It’s a pretty big show, I can’t just show up in something shitty. All I’ve worn for the past two years is either baggy jeans and a t-shirt or shorts and no shirt.” 

It was true, ever since the world had shut down and the band’s tour had been put on hold more times than Calum could count, his passion for fashion and finding new clothes to wear had been put on hold as well. Comfort and trying to stay sane in the middle of a worldwide pandemic had left him reaching for any signs of comfort to hold on to and keep him sane. But with the band’s first show slowly approaching and Calum’s nerves returning in the form of playing a fake bass while he tried to calm his racing mind, he knew he’d have to find an outfit sooner or later, and it’d have to be one to make him feel good about himself on stage once more. 

“I mean, I don’t think anyone would personally complain about you showing up shirtless to a show,” Dovey teased, her eyes tracing the muscles in Calum’s back as she sat on the edge of the bed, “I certainly wouldn’t.” 

“Yeah, but you’re a pervert so you have no choice,” Calum chuckled and threw another shirt towards his loving wife. 

The days had gone by and Calum had been stuck at rehearsals, trying his best to find the groove the band had long for ever since the start of the shutdown, but eventually, Calum found himself at home the morning of the show watching from the green room as the concert went on around the world. His bag, which he’d packed and unpacked multiple times that morning, laid on one of the couches. He knew he’d made the right choice, the look on Dovey’s face when he’d packed away the black fabric before she could get a peek of it enough of a reaction to make him smirk before he had rushed out the door at the sound of Ashton’s horn. 

“So, did you decide on an outfit?” Michael asked as he sat down next to him during a break in their soundcheck, watching as Calum’s leg swung along to whatever beat Ashton was trying to work out with Luke, “Dovey has been texting me all day asking if I’ve gotten a peek at it.” 

“Tell her to fuck off,” Calum chuckled, “I told her she had to wait like everyone else did to see it.” 

“Alright,” Michael huffed, nudging him playfully, “But we’re going to be the first to see it then.”

“Yeah, yeah, and she’ll manage to bully you into telling her somehow.” 

Calum looked in the mirror, inhaling a shaky breath as he fixed the collar of his suit jacket once more as he heard his bandmates chuckling outside of the bathroom door. With one final look at his outfit he opened the door and stepped out, goosebumps covering his skin as the cold air of the dressing room brushed against his legs. 

“Woah! Calum!” Ashton grinned, his eyes wide and his head nodding, “No man, that looks sick! I love it!” 

“Oh man, your dad is going to freak once he sees you on stage!” Luke nodded, “You look so good!”

“Guys, Dovey is literally going to kill us all,” Michael whined and clapped Calum on the shoulder, “You look fucking awesome, dude.”

Calum’s cheeks flushed, turning hot as he chuckled and shook his head, letting the curls he’d been growing out swish against his forehead while he tried his best not to push away his very excited and very supportive bandmates. It wasn’t until the room, which consisted of the four of them and their photographer started chanting for him to do a spin that he’d finally told them to fuck off. But with a spin, and a small bout of giggles that left him when the material of his skirt brushed against the back of his knees, Calum had never felt more prepared to play a show in his life, especially when he knew that Dovey would be in the crowd singing her heart out along with them all. 

Dovey’s eyes watched the crowd around her grow restless as time ticked slowly, minutes dragging on until the show would start. Her adrenaline was high as she heard an announcer overhead shout that the show would start in one minute, the pit in her stomach thrumming with excitement and the thought of seeing her husband and his best friends on stage again after so long. She knew how much Calum missed being on stage with them, how much he missed performing to a crowd of people singing the lyrics back to them, and so she knew that tonight’s performance would be nothing but perfect. The hum of a guitar backstage and the sound of cheers around her had Dovey on her feet before she even knew it, her wide eyes searching the stage for the man she’d married. 

“Oh my god, he did not,” she gasped, her cheers and clapping drowned out in the rest of the crowd as she saw Calum walking out on stage, “That bastard!”

On stage, under the shining lights and for everyone to see, Calum Hood stood grinning as his fingers moved easily over the strings of his bass. The silver chains, which hung across Calum’s waist, shone like his eyes as the set started. Dovey’s eyes tried their hardest to focus, her vision blurred by the tears that sprung out as she watched the love of her life sing his heart out on stage after too many months of being away from the one place he was able to lose himself in. The skirt, which Dovey was already drooling over, swayed along with every movement Calum made as she found herself swaying along with it, stuck in a never-ending dance she wasn’t sure she’d ever want to end. But when Ghost of You played out and Dovey’s eyes found Calum’s it was like the large crowds that had given her anxiety ever since Calum had mentioned the show and the loud music had all disappeared. 

There was no one but her and Calum standing there, swaying to the song that had meant more to them than anyone could have ever imagined. 

She knew their kids were watching from home, giggling and dancing along in the safety of their living room while the sitter recorded them for Dovey and Calum to cry along to later that night. But right now, in the moment, all she could think about was how despite all the things that had gone wrong and how scary the world had turned, she still had her family and the love of her life was singing to her in a room full of people once more. The set was over before Dovey even realized, her legs carrying her back towards the dressing room she’d left not too long ago and towards her husband and his amazingly talented friends. 

The night had become a whirlwind of events, Dovey’s arms wrapping around Calum and stuttering through her praises as her hands and eyes took in his after-show presence. Her mind was distracted throughout the rest of the promo the band had gone to do with the view of him in the skirt and mesh shirt that kept peeking in and out of view from where she stood with the rest of their team. Her eyes never left his as she watched him smile and laugh with the band and it wasn’t until the car door closed next to her and she watched Calum walk in front of the car before sliding into the driver’s seat that she let out the soft breath she was holding in. 

“So, what did you think of the show?” Calum asked as he pulled off the highway, his grin wide as his eyes glanced over at Dovey, “Did you like it? I think we did great. Yeah, the set was short but I think it we-”

“Calum, if you don’t pull over right now I will literally crash this car,” Dovey breathed out, her hand reaching out and squeezing Calum’s thigh gently. 

The car screech to a halt, Calum’s soft gasp lost on Dovey’s lips as she pulled him into a kiss, Calum’s body leaning over the console to pull her even closer to him. He and Dovey might not have been a couple of a thousand words, but he knew exactly what she was doing when her teeth pulled gently at his bottom lip. He also knew that they didn’t have much time before their car was steamed up and their moans echoed against the tinted windows, so Calum had to work fast. 

“Back seat, baby girl,” he breathed out, his forehead resting against his wife’s for just a second before she sprung into action, her soft laughter music to Calum’s ears. 

“I am. So proud. Of you.” Dovey mumbled in between the kisses she was leaving on Calum’s skin, her hips rolling against his and pressed up silver chains of his skirt, “You looked so fucking amazing on stage I couldn’t help but think about all the things I wanted you to do to me tonight.”

“Yeah?” Calum breathed out, his hands squeezing Dovey’s thighs as he helped her push up the hem of the skirt she was more than likely soaking through if his leaking cock wasn’t already at fault for it, “Gonna show me all those things you were thinking of?” 

“Mhm, only have time for one of them right now though,” Dovey smirked, her hand taking his cock and stroking it a few times, listening to the soft whimpers that left Calum as her own hips rocked against his solid thigh, “Have to wait until we’re back home for the others.” 

Calum’s eyes opened enough at one point to see the steam from their act fogging up the windows, the beads of moisture dripping down their foreheads matching the ones racing down the window next to his head. Above him, Dovey looked like an angel, her closed eyes and barely opened mouth making Calum think he was the luckiest man alive. His fingers had dug into her hips, soft whimpers leaving them both with every rock of their hips and Calum wasn’t sure if he’d ever want this feeling to end. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get tired of the way Dovey felt wrapped around him. He’d happily get lost in her warmth and never find his way out again if he could, but the coil in his stomach kept stretching and stretching, threatening to snap as he listened to Dovey’s moans grow louder and louder as her hips rose and fell with every one of them. 

“Calum,” she gasped out, one of her hands finding comfort in the soft curls she’d been playing with ever since they’d grown out and coiled against his head. 

“I know, I’ve got you,” Calum choked out, his own high speeding towards him as he felt Dovey clench around him as her hips paused and her whimpers were soaked into by Calum’s skin, “Oh fuck, baby, I-”

“Calum,” Dovey whispered, her soft kisses on Calum’s skin making the blinding white stars beneath his eyelids clear slowly, “Hey, come back to me,” she mumbled, the feeling of her fingers running through his hair grounding Calum back to the backseat of his car. 

His lungs hurt, the panting breaths he was taking sounding over the muffled music playing from the radio in the front, and his vision was still blurred as he watched Dovey leaned back against his thighs, her hair tousled and her dress still rucked up over her hips. It took him a couple more breaths, the thick air coating his lungs until finally, Calum’s hand found Dovey’s in the darkness of the car and he smiled lazily. 

“You back with me, Hood?” she asked softly and smiled, the gentle squeeze she gave his hand making him nod. 

“I always come back to you,” Calum whispered, “Always.” 

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Love Language|| Jujutsu Kaisen

“I wanna be fluent in your love language. Learning your love language.” 

A/N: If you didn’t guess from the tagline this is inspired by the song love language by Kehlani. I’ll probably do more of these with different shows and what not because why not. If I missed anyone lmk and I can make a part 2. Also please tag spoilers appropriately esp for manga readers, that being said spoilers for the prequel? manga on Yuuta’s part.

Characters: Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Maki, Inumaki, Okkotsu, Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna

Warnings: said it b4 but spoiler warnings in general but esp on Yuuji, Yuuta, and Maki’s parts

Plot synopsis: The 5 love languages; physical affection, quality time, words of affirmation, gift giving and acts of service, and how each jujutsu kaisen character shows their love and affection for you. Ft. a gender neutral reader!

Word count: 2352

Itadori Yuuji

Love Language: Quality time and physical affection

Ok listen-

So for physical affection, Yuuji’s just that kind of person

He is all about giving to you

He’s holding hands with you if you’re ever walking anywhere, and if you’re not a hand holder pls pls pls let him hold your pinky he likes the reassurance

No but seriously he loves to hold you like yall could be walking in completely opposite directions and he’ll try to find some way to hold onto you until the very last second

And even then he’s all ‘:( babe imy’

‘Yuuji we just talked 2 minutes ago’

Another way he shows his love is through quality time

I think for him this is the biggest thing overall, esp as a jujutsu sorcerer bcus you never know yk but also because you’re important to him

Like remember how he literally went to occult club so that he could get out of school in time to go visit his grandpa...ye :(

He also loves finding dumb touristy things to do with you while in Tokyo or anywhere yall go together on a mission 

If you get together before he died and came back then that time he had to spend away from you literally killed him

Like my mans was goin THROUGH it

He almost considered spoiling Gojo’s secret

When he sees you again, he’s not gonna let go for like a solid day

Fushiguro Megumi

Love Language: acts of service and words of affirmation

This boy loves you so much

He loves to tell you all the things he loves about you when you’re alone

But he’s a little awkward with his words sometimes, hence where acts of service come in

He’ll immediately offer to hold your things, run to help you train or study, and if you’re cold? He’s fully prepared to never see his jacket again

Also he can’t cook but he’s fully prepared to suffer hearing Sukuna and suffering through Yuuji’s antics if it means he can learn how to make your favorite food

He also will surprise you by making you a playlist of all the songs that you’ve had stuck in your head and sends it to you randomly out of the blue one day like ‘thought you might like this’

However the best of both worlds is when he leaves you little notes throughout the day or sends you texts asking if you need anything or just encouraging you to keep going 

Negl he’s lowkey the president of the Y/N support club bcus-

You need anything? It’s yours

Cravings? Sad? Angry? What do you need bby, I’ve got it for you

Also he’s totally the type to be like you need help fuckin this person up? 

Also before yall started dating, Fushiguro was a mess

He was constantly asking to spar with you and go on missions, basically anything he could do to be near you  

End of the day, Fushiguro loves you and makes sure you know it whether it’s through his actions or his words

Kugisaki Nobara

Love Language: physical affection

So, she’s not the best with words, she tries but like someone help her bcus she is LOST

Like when she had a crush on you she was like “c’mere dumbass i wanna give you a hug”

In fact, she still is like “c’mere” but now you are dating :)

She loves you though and at first she doesn’t really know how to show it 

But one day you both come home from training and you just look at each other like ‘yeah today sucks’ and yall both just held each other for the rest of the day 

After that, she decided that she wants to do that with you but like always

She’s holding your hand, kissing your cheek when you go shopping, etc. etc.

She really loves to cling to you because she always has this fear that maybe one day you’ll get killed or just disappear so she figures might as well hold onto you for as long as we’ve got

After missions, she’s running up to you and if you aren’t prepared for the tackle, you’re probably gonna fall

On dates too, like if you guys have to meet up for a date, she’s tackling you

On the subject of dates...

She doesn’t mind PDA, and while she might hold your hand or arm so that you don’t get separated

She also doesn’t mind wiping food off your face and eating it, only to then kiss the spot on your face the food was previously at

She will split her shopping load between the two of you, however she will be slightly pouty if she’s carrying more than you (she then cheers up when she realizes she can do more shopping to “balance” the two of you)

In private she’s very cuddly and kissy which honestly isn’t that bad until it gets hot

At which point she’ll just say turn on the ac or convince you to walk around in a tank top (or something like it) so that she can continue holding you

Tbh she prefers the big spoon, but if she’s ever upset you let her be the little spoon >:(

All in all a very loving girlfriend who tries her best to show how much she loves you by glomping you at any given moment. 

Zenin Maki

Love language: acts of service and quality time

So you’re telling me that Maki wouldn’t immediately go out of her way to make sure her and her s/o can spend as much time together as possible?????

Like she’s super observant (which can cause her to be a bit harsh, see Yuuta) but she can always tell what’s bothering you

So if you’re upset that you haven’t been spending enough time together due to her being out on missions or otherwise busy she’s immediately running to finish her stuff and spend time with you.

((She’s very sorry, but on the bright side she brought your favorites!))

Maki is also an acts of service type

This mostly ties in with her kind of direct action way of thinking

She thinks she’s slick but you can always see her sneaking around to do small things like grabbing your laundry for you and folding it

She’s very much like if you love someone, you gotta prove it

Overall, dates with her are very intimate and personal to the two of you

Like she’ll take you to a frog pond you landed in during a fight once

Or you’ll take her to a street fair that serves this exclusive food that Maki mentioned wanting to try 

However, Maki shows her love through quality time and acts of service and while she does receive love from these to a degree, she is very much a words of affirmation gal

She’s not insecure in her day to day life but she has her moments, everyone does

Sometimes, she’ll feel like shit and a failure and all she wants is for you to say that she’s doing amazing and that she’s a great girlfriend.

Inumaki Toge

Love language: Physical affection

Because of his curse, he can’t exactly express how he feels about you through words

He does text you frequently throughout the day (I’ll have to do a hc abt that someday)

But he’d prefer not to be on his phone to communicate if you’re right in front of him

So he does the next best thing and just smothers you in physical affection

He loves kissing you the most

Like he could spend hours just kissing you if you let him (please let him)

But in public, he gets if you’re not a big fan of pda he’s willing to tone it down as long as he gets kisses later in private

He’d still prefer it if you held his hand or linked pinkies maintaining touch in some way

Also, unrelated, but it means so much to him if you try to understand his sushi language

He knows realistically the foundation of any relationship is communication so already he’s at a disadvantage because of his curse 

But if he sees you like take notes after he says something or start to need him to text you to translate, his heart is swelling

Like ‘omg this person loves me enough to learn a whole new language <333′

Another tangent but before you were together he was struggling so muchhhh

Like how does one express their feelings for someone without words?

If you’re Inumaki, you buy some flowers and text said person to meet you at a cafe

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to realize it was a date, but once you did, you ever so gently linked pinkies with Toge

Okkotsu Yuuta

Love language: words. of. affirmation. 

He’s literally so sensitive please tell him you love him regularly

In return he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you too

He knows that he can’t really be there for you as much as he’d like but he likes to let you know that he’s thinking of you

Doesn’t matter the time, if you call, he’s answering

If he doesn’t he’ll cry he’ll immediately call you back and is apologizing for missing your call

You assure him it’s no big deal but the man has his volume turned all the way up and changed your ringtone to one specific for you by the time you’ve even said hey

Aside from that, he really is sensitive

He’s been through a lot especially with Rika as well as growing up alone and bullied 

So for him, it’s everything to hear that you like having him around and don’t think he’s too much or anything like that

Of course, he gets better with time, trusting you and having the confidence in himself to not need constant assurance

That being said, if you ever just whisper in his ear, “I love you, Yuuta.”

That’s not your boyfriend, that’s a puddle of love on the floor

(Maki, Panda, and Inumaki had a field day when they saw him, Fushiguro now questions if Yuuta really is a respectable 2nd year.)

Gojo Satoru

Love language: gift giving and quality time

So Gojo doesn’t exactly get to spend a ton of time

Between missions, him beefing with higher ups, and you and him playing parent the baby sorcerers yall don’t exactly get time to go out much

In which case Gojo tends to default to two options:

He’ll either go the extra mile to try and spend time with you 

Whether that be an at home date where he tries and fails to surprise you with a home cooked meal

Or a date out at a restaurant or cafe (which you tend to visit after his home cooking efforts)

OR he’ll bring you various souvenirs from his missions

He loves to spoil you, and if he could he’d probably bring you back a whole store’s worth of stuff

But alas, airport security regulations

Anyways, he loves to spoil you especially if he can spoil you with sweets because it benefits him in two ways 

He treasures all the time you spend together, and he does try to overcompensate for his absence with gifts

Despite your assurances, it’s kind of a guilty pleasure at this point (just let him, trying to argue just goads him on further)

He doesn’t only buy you small things, he enjoys buying you outfits

And he especially likes seeing you in them 

Kento Nanami

Love Language: acts of service

Y’all remember the episode where he killed that curse that was bothering that baker lady?? Yea that

He’s literally such an acts of service boyfriend it’s not even funny

Before you got together, he would memorize your coffee order and bring you a cup pretty much everyday like clockwork

Now that you’re togehter, he wakes up before you so h=that when you wake up there’s the smell of coffee throughout the house

When you come out of you’re shared bedroom and he’s just scrooling through his phone like “mornin’”

Of course you already made the bed and ironed his clothes because relationships are give and take

And then when you leave for your jobs in the morning, he kisses you and holds the door open for you

He’ll draw a bath for you if he gets home before you, if you let him join or not is up to you

Also, if you ever get sick, he’s actually the best

Like he isn’t the best cook but he can heat up soup and tea

He’ll run to the store while you’re asleep and when you wake up, there’s like a whole tray of food in front of you and he’s like ‘it’s important to eat and drink so your body can heal’

And when you inevitably fall asleep after eating and taking medicine at his insistence, he tucks you in and clears away the dishes, exiting with little more than a kiss to your head

Ryoumen Sukuna

Love Language: gift giving and acts of service

So like Sukuna never says he loves you...ever

But he does notice if someone or something’s making you uncomfortable, and if so, said entity’s head will be presented to you later that day

You also just so happen to be the only person he can tolerate being around him for longer than 20 seconds

He also loves to give you jewelry, he likes seeing you adorned in something from him

He also isn’t gonna just handle all your problems for you, he will push you to become stronger by training with you 

He’ll also expect this energy to be reciprocated, as long as you’re pushing yourself to be better, he’s content with that

(He wants to see you grow because he’s scared that if he ever gets caught lackin one day you’ll end up dead)

He’ll never tell you or admit it, but Sukuna truly does care for you and hold you in a regard that he doesn’t have for others

So be grateful jkjk

[sukunasfourtheye]

Late Night Texts- Eren x reader

Minors DNI, 18+ Adult Content 🔞

Masterlist

Summary: It’s midnight, you’re kinda tipsy, and you text your friend Eren.

Warnings: Smut smut smut, minors DNI. This is pure pure fucking filth. Yoinks.

Contains: swearing, sexting/texting, sexting turned to FaceTime sex/phone sex, dirty talk, ‘good girl” used multiple times, masturbation

Words: 1.2k

Note from the author: I personally have such a thing for phone sex/sexting so much so this is a personal fav gahhhhhh. I debated this being a Levi or Eren fic but feel like Levi would literally just get up and go to your house and wouldn’t have the patience for sexting LOL so Eren it was

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>>> heeeeeeey haha whats upp

Eren raised an eyebrow as he glanced down at your text. Hmm, he thought. Kinda late. He squinted at the clock on his night stand that read 12:31am.

> Sup 

Probably just bored, he thought. He hit send, and not even 15 seconds later his phone *dings* again.

>>> nothing hahaha kinda tipsy but oh well

He hated to admit it, but he felt a small flutter in his chest reading your reply. You’d been friends for a while, but he never picked up on any flirty vibes from you, but drunk texting at midnight? Hmm...

> Fun. Did you go out?

>>> yeah clubbing with sashaaaa haha so fun:) you shoulda caaaaaame

Ok, this is definitely flirty, he thought. The thought of you in a tight dress, all dolled up, swaying on a dancefloor....phew.

> Damn, yeah I should’ve come. Would’ve been fun seeing you.

He hesitates, thinking he’s definitely breaching into flirty territory with this one. He thinks, fuck it before he presses send.

His phone *dings* and he sees the text preview on his home screen:

>>> [y/n] sent you a snap!

>>> now you see me :)

His excitement started to grow as he saw the Snapchat and text double notification on his screen. Despite himself, he felt his cock twitch in his boxers, and he reflexively reached his hand down to start to rub himself lazily.

He opens the Snapchat notification.

It’s a video of you laying in bed, your phone held up at arms length, smiling with your tongue sticking out playfully. You were wearing a strapless v-neck leather top and tight black pants, your face alight with glittery makeup and a clear drunken stupor. Your smile was radiant.

Fuck, she’s hot, he thought. His hand had a mind of it’s own and started to rub himself through his pants, with a bit more purpose now. He groaned, shifting his hips up at his own contact. He replayed the video, stroking himself.

>>> replayed my video? ;)  

Whoops. He forgot you get notified if he replays your video. He goes to at first make an excuse (”whoops my bad”) but instead decides against it. Fuck it shes drunk maybe she’ll forget it, he thought. He hesitates, but presses send:

> Yeah, damn you look good

Why did i just send that. The tension of seeing you typing back made him even hornier, letting out another groan as his dick began hardening under his boxers.

>>> reaaaally? :) youre not too bad yourself ;)

 Oh yes. It’s showtime. 

> So that’s why you’re texting me so late. Just wanted a little attention?

> Yeah, you’re low key hot as fuck

There’s a long pause as he’s waiting for you to reply, terrified he fucked it up and went too far.

Then....you sent a voice note. He hit play:

>>> “Mmmmm... I wish you were here right now.”

Your voice is almost a moan, going straight to his dick. Fuck, she wants it. That’s so hot. His hands go inside his boxers and frees his now fully hard cock, giving it a few pumps as he does. Before he can even respond, another *ding* makes his cock twitch.

>>> Attached: Image

It’s a picture of you leaning forward towards the camera, giving a clear shot down your cleavage as you looked up at him, a mischievous smile on your lips, biting your tongue

> Pretty girl. Tease.

>>> im not teaaaasing i actually want to fuck you :p

The blunt text you sent made him gasp, his dick hot in his hands as he worked himself. 

> You’ve got a filthy fucking mouth

>>> you can make it filthier if you want ;)

Fuck. His throws his head back jerks himself faster, before stopping to squeeze the base of his cock. Fuck I want her to suck me so bad. Before he even registers what he’s doing, he hits the “Facetime” button to call you.

>>> [y/n] is unavailable for FaceTime

He groans in frustration. Fuck, i wanna see her.... she really is a fucking tease.

>>> we cant facetime right now im doing naughty thingssssss 

>>> this convo is making me crazzyyyy shhh

> Good. That’s a good girl.

>>> *Incoming Facetime call from [y/n]*

Too easy, he thinks. He chuckles as he swipes open the call. The camera is angled at the ceiling, the room dimmed. 

He chuckles into the phone. “All I had to say was ‘good girl’ and suddenly you calling me now, huh?”, he says, cocky as all hell. 

“Hmmm....”, he hears you say, drawing out the ‘mmm’ suspiciously. 

“Hmmmmm?” he questions back, mimicking you. “What’re you doing right now, [y/n]?”

“M’, Ummmmm, nothing....” he hears you say faintly, innocently, phone still pointed at the ceiling. He thought he was imagining it at first, but he can barely hear the sound of fabric shuffling and shifting on your end. 

“Nothing? Doesn’t sound like nothing, pretty girl”, he teases, stoking his now leaking cock. He sighed heavily on purpose, suggestively, making sure you heard him.

“What’re you doing right now?” you asked lightly, breathlessly.

He feels himself starting to slowly lose his restraint when he hears your breathy voice. “If I tell you, will you tell me?”, he grumbled, panting obviously now, loudly and into the phone, clearly out of breath from the effort of jerking himself off, hard

He hears you sigh, the sound of shuffling fabric getting louder. He hears you shift in bed. “Yes”, you say.

Through obvious gasps, he grills you: “You promise you gonna tell me what you’re doing, hmm, baby? You gonna tell me what you’re doing after you made me so fucking hard for you?”

He hears you moan loudly now, obviously meant for him to hear, panting.

“I’m stroking my fucking dick right now, that’s what I’m doing. I’m thinking about bending you over and fucking you stupid” he moans in unison with you, hearing himself admit it making him feel even dirtier

“Are you touching yourself, [y/n]? Your pussy wet for me? Hmm?” He hears your high-pitched moan and your body shift quickly in your bed.

“Use your words, I wanna hear that pretty little mouth say my fucking name”, he commands, heat flushing his face. 

“Ung! - Eren...ugh....” you finally mewl, sounding just as desperate as he was to cum

“Fuck i wanna stuff my cock in your mouth so fucking bad, [y/n]” he moans, babbling off strings of dirty talk, barely able to catch his breath as he gets closer and closer. “You’re a naughty little girl aren’t you? Were you touching your pussy while you were texting me? Hmmm? Dirty girl. You wanted me to make you cum, yeah?  You thinking about my dick fucking into that messy little pussy? I wanna hear you say it you needy little---ahhh! fuck. speak to me.” 

You finally break your silence: “Ugh, Eren, ah!-- you’re gonna make me--fuck, you’re gonna make me--!”

Fuck

He lets out a string of swear words, cursing through both your orgasm and his: “ah, fuck thats such a good fucking girl yes, cum for me baby, cum on daddys cock, cum on this fucking cock babe, uuung...!”

As you both catch your breath from the thrill that just ran through both your bodies, he pants “That....was hot”. 

“Yeah”, he hears you say, the camera finally moving away from the ceiling and onto you. You looked dazed, a thin sheen of sweat smudging your makeup. Still, a satisfied smiled was painted on your pretty face. “You’re so hot. Wow. I haven’t cum that hard in a long time. Next time you’ll have to come over?”

“See you then, princess”

[formulawonu]

Can I have a Lance imagine were it’s like a enemies to lovers situation were I work for Aston Martin as like his assistant and him and I don’t get along at all we always bicker and tease other when I have to go over his schedule in his driver room we get into one of our heated arguments as we subconsciously get closer and we kiss and it gets a little heated. Thanks!

omg hi sorry this took a while! here it is, hope you like it <3 thank you sm for requesting!

listen / lance stroll

(gif is not mine!)

warnings: kissing? kinda steamy. bickering and teasing

a/n: was fun writing this one haha i love writing tropes/prompts like this!!!! i'm always open to requests x

Working for an F1 team has always been your dream. You’ve always admired how much work and efficiency is needed in getting the results each team aims for so when you were given the chance to be part of something that special, you jumped and took it immediately. It was obviously also a plus that you’d gotten offered to work for Aston Martin since it meant helping out a team that was rebuilding. You’d be lying, however, if you said that everything about your dream job was perfect. Great environment? Check. Opportunity to travel? Check. Making enough money? Check. Great drivers? Debatable.

The job offered to you was to be the personal assistant of one of the drivers, Lance Stroll. You were really excited when you heard you would be working that closely with him since that meant you’d also get to be closer to the action and learning all about the inside-outs of racing. What you weren’t expecting, however, was for the both of you to start off on the wrong foot which then spiraled into him being literally the only person you did not get along with in the team and vice-versa.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry.” Your cheeks are heating up and you stare at the large coffee stain now covering what once was a clean green Aston Martin shirt. You look up and make eye contact with the guy you’re supposed to be working for now. Just your luck. This was not how you wanted to meet Lance Stroll on your first day. The person behind the hospitality counter hands you tissue and you’re about to hand it to him but he snatches it out of your hands, a scowl on his face. “I’m supposed to be going to the media pen. You’ve obviously ruined that now. Do you even know what you’re doing?” You reel back a bit, kind of shocked at how sharp Lance’s words are. He doesn’t even glance at you as he walks away, shaking his head. He makes his way upstairs, presumably to ask someone for a new shirt instead of going to the media pen. Maybe he was just having a rough day. How was he going to react when he found out you were going to be his new assistant?

“No way. This is a joke.” Nope. He isn’t having a rough day. He’s just being a total jackass. You try your best to act professionally as Lance comes into the room. “She can’t be my assistant. She literally caused me to be late to my schedule for the day. I need someone competent.” You furrow your eyebrows, starting to get frustrated with the guy in front of you. Sure, you had messed up. It was an accident and after asking around, Lance had actually made it just in time to the media pen earlier that day. You had apologized too. “Look, I’m sorry that my coffee had spilled on your shirt but that isn’t a basis for how I work. My competency does not depend on whether you were standing too close to me.” You shoot back. Lance has an incredulous look on his face, glancing at his dad who is watching all of this unfold. You probably shouldn’t have said that last part but you were not going to let someone put all the blame on you. Lawrence Stroll, your boss, just looks on and is clearly amused at what’s happening.

Lance continues looking at his dad, trying to convey how displeased he is with the decision made. “Lance, Y/N’s track record and experience is actually very impressive. I think she’ll be very good for you. You both just started off on the wrong foot. You both have a lot to learn from each other.” You flash a smile at Lawrence then look at Lance, who is still not smiling. You don’t like the guy but if this is what you have to put up with to continue doing your dream job, you can be damn sure you’d be professional.

“You don’t have to like me but we are going to be working closely together so I’d suggest sucking it up. Let’s try this again. I’m Y/N.” You say, reaching a hand out. Lance glances at your hand and grimaces. He shakes it once then puts it down, not bothering to introduce himself. He storms out of the room immediately after. You were beginning to resent the job you so desperately wanted.

“Lance, whatever it is you’re trying to do, it’s not going to work with me.” Lance cocks an eyebrow up at you, clearly amused and suddenly turning whatever you’ve said into a challenge. A couple of months after you both started working together, you both had fallen into a routine of your own. The both of you bickered incessantly and never bothered getting to know each other. It was always you giving Lance a rundown of his schedule, prepping him when necessary and Lance shooting back a snarky remark or pretending to ignore whatever you said. “What do you think I’m trying to do?” “You’re trying to be an idiot again.” Lance rolls his eyes at you from the couch. You were currently going through his schedule for the day at his driver’s room but he just wasn’t listening to you. Every time you’d glance up from your clipboard, Lance was scrolling through his phone, not paying attention.

“I’m serious. You messed up the press conference last week by talking about something the team was not ready to share yet. I specifically told you not to and you did anyway because you weren’t listening to me.” “Well, do a better job at making me listen then.” He says, finally glancing at you. You let out a frustrated sigh. “I didn’t think you were the type to need to be babied,” You taunt, making your way to the couch. “Do you need this actually shoved in your face for you to listen? Is that the pace we’re going for?” You place the clipboard directly in his line of vision, on top of his phone. You glance at his face, now way closer to you than it had been a couple of seconds ago. Only a couple of inches separate you both. Lance looks at the clipboard then at you, clearly unamused.

“Are you saying I’m slow?”

“You said that, not me.”

“Ridiculous.”

“I know you are, but what am I?”

The exchange between you two has you both glaring at each other, getting closer to one another’s faces. There’s a tiny glint in his eyes, almost as if he’s amused by what’s happening. You can imagine you have the same one. “You’re actually impossible.” He says, still looking straight into your eyes. You pretend to squint, inching just a bit closer to Lance’s face. “Would you look at that? It’s like looking into a mirror.” You don’t realize how close you two actually are until Lance breaks eye contact, glancing down at your lips then back up to your eyes. The mood in the room has suddenly shifted, everything feeling a bit too hot for your liking. The position you’re in isn’t helping at all either. For some reason, you’ve found yourself beside Lance, your sides touching. Lance’s arm is draped on the part of the couch behind you and your arm is still on top of your clipboard, which is on top of his lap. Your faces are so near each other, closer than they’ve ever been before. You know you’re treading dangerous territory but for some reason you want to play with the situation a little longer.

“Do I need to get this close to get you to listen?” You whisper, glancing at his lips then back up to his eyes. Lance is clearly stuck in the moment too, trying to process what’s going on. The glint is back in his eyes. “I don’t think that’s close enough.” He whispers back. You inch just a bit closer, still not allowing yourself to connect your lips to his. You want him to make the move. You know this is another game you both are playing. “How about now?” He just shakes his head. You move in even closer, close enough that you can feel his breath fan your face. Lance rolls his eyes, obviously frustrated and decides to take matters into his own hands. One second you’re watching him in amusement, the next your hands are in his hair.

Lance crashes his lips onto yours, his arms quickly moving from the sides of the couch to your waist. Your hands find their way into his hair as you kiss him back with just as much intensity. There was no way you were actually doing this right now. What were you doing making out with Lance? What if someone entered? What if someone heard you both? These thoughts quickly exit your mind as Lance pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him. He pulls away then starts trailing kisses down your neck. “You’re so hot when you’re angry.” He says in between kisses. “You make me angry.” You retort. You try to push your bodies closer together, feeling his excitement rub against your thighs. He groans. “You’re actually crazy.” He says before connecting his lips to yours once more. You both continue making out for quite some time until you feel your watch buzz with an alarm. Media pen. Lance needs to be in the media pen. You pull away and plant kisses in the sensitive spot near his ear. “You,” you start. “Need,” you kiss his jaw. “To go,” you kiss his cheek. “To the media pen.” You plant one last kiss on his lips then get off of him.

Lance looks exasperated on the couch as you smile down at him. “Are you being serious right now?” He asks. You nod your head, still flushed from what just happened. “Dead serious. Come on, off you go.” Lance shakes his head as he gets up, trying to process what’s just happened. You needed to process it too. You take a quick look at him to see if he looks presentable. You reach the bottom half of his body and blush. You make your way out to the door. “I’ll let you fix yourself up and meet you outside. You have five minutes.”