#maybe it’s 3am & i’m going mad

[benoits-neckerchieves]

Whenever i think about this film i’m like ‘yeah he’s cute in that but i’m probably exaggerating’ and then i see pics again and nope he really is that terribly indescribably beautiful

Daniel Craig in Sylvia (2003)

[cottage-blooms]

If I were to say “I’m hungry l, but I just ate,” one could assume the fact that I will not be hungry if I just ate. So then, one could also assume that if I am hungry, then I did not just eat. That sets up this situation: if it is a fact that I just ate, and it is a fact that I am hungry, then I am either hungry and did not eat, or I ate and am not hungry. So does that make the situation “I am hungry but I just ate” impossible?

This situation makes a lot of assumptions and has a lot of nuances that have been glossed over. It also opens a lot of questions and possibilities for new situations.

Questions such as:

what counts as ‘I just ate?’ (This is an opinionated question)

How much time has to pass before I didn’t ’just eat’?(also opinion based and, in part, unanswerable)

How much did I eat? (Has infinite answers with infinite possibilities and combinations of events)

How much food does it take to not be hungry anymore? (Depends on the person, their health, their mental state, outside circumstances, etc.)

When was the last time I ate prior to the meal in question? (Infinite answers)

How much did I eat prior to the meal in question? (Also infinite and circumstantial)

There are seemingly infinite questions, circumstances, exceptions, events, possibilities, contradictions, etc.

It also depends on what defines a fact. This is a question with no definitive answer. But then do facts exist? If you cannot concretely define a fact, then nothing is a fact. But that uses a predetermined assumption of what a fact is. Do you see the problem?

[coquettetoji]

{💌} BF ARMIN HCS

armin as your boyfriend hcs 😁 (fem reader)

— sigh you already know he’s the purest boy on earth so him as a boyfriend?? that’s your husband even in the first 2 weeks

— gets you “just because” flowers at least 2 times a week

— he gives you the dictionary thesaurus encyclopedia definition of PRINCESS TREATMENT.

— he will hold your hand everywhere, kneel down to take your shoes off/put them on for you, knows the side walk rule, sends you $$ without you even asking for any and oh my god he’s just so perfect.

— likes to do your hair for you regardless if your hair is pin straight or super curly, he will learn your exact routine in order to take care of it for you

— you’ll never stop hearing “why do you need to do that when i’m here?” nonstop. even for the stupidest things like getting the remote across the sofa. 😭

— his love language is words of affirmation and acts of service, he’s just always there to help you

— will trail behind you like a lost puppy at all times, literally follows you almost everywhere just in case you ever need him to do something for you

— his whole instagram feed is just you, you and you ** EXHIBIT A

— his follower ratio is also insane i’m saying like maybe 10 following (you and friends + fam) and then a good 60k followers

— most definitely has an “i ❤️ my girlfriend shirt” and wears it proudly with a pretty smile

— in public terms, he’s definitely touchy but not as touchy as when you guys are alone

— holds your hand, guides you with a hand on your lower back, has a hand around your waist, and wants you as close as possible to him in public but keeps it to a minimum

— when you guys are alone however, lord you can never get rid of him >>>

— will whine out a “where are you going? 🙁 i’ll come with you” at 3am when you need to pee.

— his favorite spots to kiss you are on your forehead, and yours cheeks, just because he likes to see your eyes go all dazed and happy when he does

— he does that hot thing where while he kisses you, you can feel the smile start to form on his lips

— his favorite pet names to call you are the typical domestic sweet and cute ones that just make your heart melt: baby, princess, love, pretty girl, calls you a good girl when praising you 😸

— your personal photographer everywhere, he knows to get all the angles and most of the pictures on your ig are taken by armin

— loves hugs, hugs are loved by him and just likes hugs, did i mention he loves hugs?

— does that thing where he hugs you from behind, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest esp when you guys are with friends or at parties

— he loves when you run your hands through his hair, he has the fluffiest softest hair ever definitely whimpers when it just feels way too good

— the most soft spoken boyfriend ever, he will never raise his voice at you even when he’s mad or upset (which is rare)

—takes you out on dates often and they’re always the best planned out dates ever (candle lit dinners, picnics

— will hold your heels in one hand after a date where your feet hurt while clutching your hand in the other

— whenever you start talking he sometimes just blanks out staring at you and how pretty you are which then just ends up with him blabbering “mhm’s” and “yeah yeah i get what you’re saying” while being completely zoned out staring at your face

— he always blushes when you show affection towards him first out of nowhere like when he’s talking to you about something and you just reach up and kiss his cheek, he’ll completely lose his train of thought.

— i’ve mentioned this before and i’ll mention it again, he’s a golden retriever boyfriend

— i mean he literally follows you around like a puppy already, he just acts like one in general whenever he’s around you

— he’s definitely a naturally quiet person around people he doesn’t know and kinda reserved but he just falls apart around you with a soft look of fondness in his blue eyes

— i just think of the childhood bestfriend trope when it comes to him or academic rivals

— he takes pride and hangs on to every single compliment you say to him. like throw one “you’re so handsome” at him and he’ll keep it like an id in his pocket

— like if eren said to him, “you’re ugly as fuck” armin will just shrug and smile saying “ _______ doesn’t think so 😁😁” just so smiley god he’s adorable

— in the domestic aspect of armin as your bf, he’s definitely super sweet and just soft with you

— breakfast in bed, cooking for you on the daily, + cleaning the dishes after too, taking care of you when sick

— helps you get dressed when you’re tired, does your hair for you, brushes your teeth for you while softly tilting your chin up between his thumb and pointer finger JUST UGH I NEED HIM SO BAD

— he will get on his knees for you any day of the week 😁 (for anything not just that guys)

— final conclusion and something i think he does that’s really cute

star moments of armin as your bf

★ keeps your hair tie on his left wrist in case you would ever need one

★ gets on his knees to take off your heels or shoes for you

★ never lets you open the car door by yourself and when helping you out or in he always kisses your forehead

★ took it upon himself to memorize every order of food or drink you have and your whole makeup collection to replace it if you ever ran out

★ cried happy tears when you told him you love him for the first time back (he defo told you before you did LMAO)

— overall just the sweetest boy and boyfriend ever 💞💞💞💕💕💓💓💗💗

[andcars]

# 𝗙𝟭-𝗕𝗙 ─── GETTING CAUGHT STREET-RACING MASTERLIST . . . REQUEST ME . . . TAGLIST . . . AO3

IT'S NOT LIKE YOU to back down from your boyfriend's talents. you go ahead and start street-racing—you never promised to be good at it. but it is just embarassing for your boyfriend to find you in a police station. ───── MV33 LH44 DR3 GR63

TAGS . . . # gender neutral reader, street-racing, light angst, light couple arguments, all happy and sweet ending TYPE OF FIC . . . # headcanons, imagine LENGTH . . . # 1.4k words (around 300w each driver)

MAX VERSTAPPEN should be mad, he really should be, but somehow he isn't. He gets the call in the middle of the night and is half-awake as he listens to an officer rattle on how you got arrested—he listened to an officer rattle in italian in the early morning. whatever it is that he just said went one ear and to another.

"i'm sorry?" he sat up, rubbing at his eyes and hear how the officer changed to English. okay, you got arrested for street racing in italy. in fucking italy. he's being asked to go in person to bail you out. in italy. at 3am. okay. fuck.

as much as he doesn’t want someone to wake up to drive the jet, he isn’t so much keen on driving either. max pays the pilot early and double the moment he sees him, feeling really bad.

he should be totally pissed, he should be. but you’re leaning against the bars pouting as you see him. he doesn’t want to be upset at you, but he feels like he should be.

he sighs and pays your bail. you’re still pouting when you see him, not saying a single word. “will you at least tell me you’re sorry?” he asks, trying to get something out of you. it doesn’t work. “schatje (sweetheart), i had to wake up our pilot for this. at least say sorry to him.”

poor guy. when you get let out, the first thing you do is apologize to monsieur garnier. he’s very kind about it. though, max was right, he did have to wake up early. you're not about to be much of a burden to a man like him.

max doesn't stay mad at you either. it's like he's incapable of it off-track. when both of you are dead tired on the bed, he just pets you asleep. “if you want to race, don’t get caught,” he said, only half awake. “and maybe don’t do it too much like me.”

LEWIS HAMILTON is embarrassed to have gotten the news from social media. it was no more than an hour ago when he checked twitter (he would never call it x) to your arrest. headlines: ‘LEWIS HAMILTON’S LOVER ARRESTED FOR STREET RACING’. the media didn’t even bother to mention your own name.

you bail yourself on your own and come home to an upset lewis. it’s the race weekend, he should be focusing on the race. instead, he can’t stop thinking about your race. one that, of course, you never told him about.

“how long has this been going on?” he asks first.

you shrug, collapsing on the hotel couch. “a few months now.”

“months—“ he gasps into his hands, running them over his head. “and i only found out now?”

you shrug and turn away from him. “it’s my life,” you argue, “and it’s not like i’m the only one with a dirty history in racing.”

you’re bringing up spygate, he knows that. he calms himself before he could say anything hurtful towards you. “i do it in a safe environment—“

“people die during races, lewis”

“—and i play it safe!” lewis has to walk away from this building argument. “baby, i love you, but i don’t think you can compare formula one racing to street-racing. i need you to promise you won’t do this again.”

sure, street-racing is a fun hobby. and you’re still right about formula one racing being just as dangerous. but there’s some things you have to work on in a relationship. finding a middle ground. you sigh, turning to him, “i’ll only race if you can come then.”

he thinks he’s going to have a heart attack.

DANIEL RICCIARDO wouldn’t say he’s a bad influence. however, it’s not like he’s innocent when it comes to this new hobby of yours either. yeah, he never told you to go ahead and start racing like a madman like he was with max on a redbull. but the message was still the same.

the message, of course, simply being: ‘i always wanted to try street-racing. i bet you’d look good doing it.’

it’s on your third race that you got arrested. you phone him yourself and he arrives in the police station with a worried face. he’s not upset, he’s fucking relieved you’re alive.

he asks the officer what happened and is hit in the gut with the fact that you went street-racing. you don’t even look at him to see the disappointed look on his face. it’s embarrassing. you did this just to look cool in your boyfriend’s eyes and it failed. you thought you had more time to improve.

you’re bailed and you and him walk out. “so…” he trails, voice surprisingly calm, “why’d you get arrested?”

weird question. “street-racing?”

he laughs and you finally look at him. he’s just got this stupid smile on his face as he looks at you. “no, i know you got arrested for street-racing, baby. i just wanna know what did you do to get caught?”

a grunt left you as you remember how it went. “one of those fuckers i race with fucking drove me to the side of the road. almost crashed into the river, but i didn’t. the cops manage to arrest only me.”

“aw,” he places an arm around your shoulder and pats your head. “you think they’ll be scared if an f1 driver were to race with them? i gotta make sure you’re protected somehow.”

there’s really just so many things daniel can surprise you with. you don’t know how he managed to surprise you with this too. “you do know we’re like couple of steps away from a police station, right?”

he shrugs. “it’s unfair if only you can be the one to brag that your lover races.”

“i don’t think you can actually brag to anyone that i illegally race, daniel.” he laughs and already is planning how to keep you safe while you enjoy your dangerous little hobby.

GEORGE RUSSELL got the news from a fan. a fan. he can't name a more embarassing moment than someone asking him if he approves of his partner's street-racing. you told him you wouldn't be able to make it to the race because you were with your family. you were not, in fact, with your family.

he arrives at the police station and you're walking back and forth in a cell with some of your buddies. he's red faced as he talks to the police officers and pays for your bail. his heart churns a little when he hears that you're also being fined for destruction of public property. holy shit.

"george—" you try to talk to him but he continues to walk in front of you. a sigh leaves you. "come on, george, i'm really sorry."

he doesn't say anything. however, he does open the door for you to get in. you're not one to turn down the littlest bit of mercy from your boyfriend.

it's unclear to you how you're supposed to fix all of this. you didn't think it was that big of a deal! it's that you made a small mistake, and one of the guys got a little bit too competitive. of course, it was never in the plan to make george find out about this little hobby of yours.

it's at home when he finally talks to you. he asks you, "are you okay?"

"yes," you don't pick a fight with him about how he only asks that now. "i'm okay."

"good," he drops his anger quickly as he embraces you. "why didn't you tell me?"

burying your face in his shoulder, you're hesitating to tell him. "i don't know..."

he calls your name and you give in. "it's just that i wanted to be like you, in a way. but i'm too fucking old for karting now, i doubt anyone would take me in."

gently, he pulls you away to caress your face. he looks at you like you've done no wrong, like an utter angel in his eyes. he tells you, "baby, if you wanted to go racing then we could go racing. hell, maybe i could pay someone to give us a circuit for a while and we can go karting ourselves."

"it's not the same—"

"of course it's not the same," he cuts you off. "because it's gonna be you and me. not you and some random people that are probably out for blood. it's you, who loves me. and me, who loves you. we'll both be safe and i can be there to watch you win."

your heart hurts from how much george loves you. a smile comes to you and he immediately kisses your forehead. you tell him, "you'll never let me win."

he laughs, "yeah, i won't."

🗒 𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗟 . . . i am alive ~ anyways. here's a funky little thing. i love the idea of street-racing so bad even though i have no knowledge about it other than drive fast recklessly. also ! i'm opening up a prompt list soon for requests so if you have any ideas for prompts (dialogues and tags), feel free to send it over to my inbox or comment ! ˎˊ˗ ᝰ.

──── 📨 @delululeclerc @coconut-dreamz

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[littlemissayu]

You wake up the TWST boys at 3am bc your hungry

A/N: Lmao, I haven't posted in mad long. I really miss posting for you guys!! While my inbox if flooded nothing rlly inspired me(no offense). I;ve been busy w/school and writing(smth non-twst & non-fanfic related) so I really didn’t have the time or motivation to write. Anyway I’m probs annoying w/ the rambling so lemme get to what y’all voted on.

Parings: NRC boys x reader(romantic/ no Ortho)

Is wide awake and ready to get smth to eat w/ you. Was either already up or was sleeping and js happened to be super energized when you woke him. You guys are going to the nearest corner store/deli/gas station or fast food place.

Kalim Al Asim, Lilia Vanrouge, Floyd Leech(good mood), Rook Hunt, Malleus Draconia, Jade Leech

Lectures you. He loves you - he really does - but it is 3am!! He and you need your full 8 hours of rest, so no you guys are not going out to get food. Now just maybe, maybe, you can convince them to go with you but you better be hella persuasive!! Gl my darling

Vil Schoenheit, Riddle Rosehearts, Sebek Zigvolt, Jamil Viper

Is Disoriented. You have randomly woken him up at 3am and he is so sleepy(it’s kinda attractive), his voice raspy eyes droopy. He’s doing his best to stay awake the entire time. But he does go to get food w/ you!! He may be half asleep but it’s kinda good bc he is clingy and adorable. 

Ruggie Bucchi, Cater Diamond, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Epel Felmier, Trey Clover, Azul Ashengrotto, Silver

Says No. He is tired and doesn’t want to get up and leave his comfy bed to get food when the sun isn’t even awake. Urges you to go back to sleep with him BUT if your persistent enough he will begrudgingly go with you, he will have an attitude abt it tho!

Leona Kingscholar, Ace Trappola, Floyd Leech(bad mood), Jamil Viper

Was Already awake, but refuses to leave his room. He improves and you guys js order in.

Idia Shourd

A/N: now that I am back to writing on here pls drop by my inbox, it’s always open to suggestions, as I’ve said I miss writing. I will try to post within the next week or two so lmk wht you wanna see in my content, Have a great day mls!!

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[1byhwng]

Are We Still Friends? - jisung

Synopsis- it’s been years since you’ve seen your best friend, Han, and the second he finds out you’re still in town he visits you.

Warnings- cursing, smut ,use of y/n, p in v sex, dom!han, sub!reader

pairings: bestfriend!han + fem!reader

-before you read keep in mind this was kinda rushed and made at 3:46 am so if it’s not the best or any errors were made, that’s why.

3am…that’s the time Han called to announce he was coming over- only to be knocking on the door 5 minutes later.

How he got your number, you’d guess from Felix one of your other mutual friends.

And that’s how you ended up in the situation you were in. With Han knocking on your door after going ghost for 6 years. “Hey, you in there?!” You hear his voice outside your apartment door. You contemplate faking being asleep but you already answered the phone so that would clearly show you’re ignoring him. “Cmon, you’re gonna let me freeze??” He says knocking again. After a second you walk over to the door and opens it. When you open the door he’s shocked to see how much you changed “uh, C-Can I come in..” he says looking at you with adoring eyes. You move aside to let him in and he brushes past you holding a bag. You couldn’t find any words to say, he was a stranger to you now. “So..princess..how’s life been.” You just look at him analyzing him as if he was a foreign animal. “It’s been fine..why are you here?” When you spoke he looks surprised to hear you say that. “What do you mean? You’re my best friend y/n.”

“You were my best friend..we stopped being friends the 3rd year you ghosted me, Jisung.” You saw his face scrunch up when you say his name. You knew how much he hated being called anything besides a nickname. You saw him take a deep breath “It wasn’t my choice y/n, you know that.” He says walking up to you tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, “I tried, I really did…but it wasn’t my choice to-“ you interrupt him with a scoff “save the excuses for someone that cares. But you obviously mistake me for that person.” He stays silent before pulling you into a kiss for a few seconds you tried to push him away before giving in kissing him back. Soon that leads to him pinning you against the wall as his hands rest on your waist, his thumb making circles on your sides.

He pulls back looking at you with soft eyes, “i’m sorry i wasn’t here, i’m sorry i couldn’t keep in touch, but i did love you, maybe-...no, definitely more than friends.” you could here the shake in his voice as he spoke, the grip on you waist getting stronger. “I’ll understand if you don’t want me the same way..but are we still friends? can we be friends?” he asks with a sense of urgency. You just look at him with a look of pity. “ji..” he stops you “it’s no, right?” he says as a face of disappointment washes over his features. “ji, no- well what i mean is i do still want you in a way but i haven’t seen you unless it was on tv..and you looked happier without me..well I thought you were happier without me.” he looks at you shocked backing away..

“You thought I was happier without you? Are you kidding me?” his eyebrows furrow in confusion. “I love you yknow that right? I love..you, that never changed for me.” He whispers, caressing your cheek slightly.

You feel tears well up in your eyes. “you never even texted…not a call…not even a fucking letter, ji.” he smiles softly at you in a calming manner. “I wanted to, trust me. I couldn’t though, because the company wouldn’t let me and as soon as i could i came to you.” Instead of replying you just hug him and break down in his arms. “i’ve missed you so much.” you say as he rubs your back to comfort you .

You were never mad at him, you were mad that you couldn’t have him.

it’s been 3 weeks since he came and now you guys are back to being the best friends you were before. He even lived with you again.

Today was different though, he was tense and every time you tried to speak to him he flinched. Did it make you feel some type of way? yes. Were you gonna ask about it? no.

You decided to watch a movie and invited him to watch too. Instead of rejecting your offer, he agrees and sits beside you wrapped in a blanket.

Throughout the movie you can feel his gaze on you but you ignore it. When you turn to look at him you see him quickly avert his gaze to the movie. You smile softly at him and scoot closer to him. “So…you were staring.” You say poking him playfully. “N-no I wasn’t.” He says not looking away from the tv. While he speaks you see him adjust his position and his hands clenching by his sides. You must shrug and continue watching the movie still sitting close to him.

After the movie you get up from the bed to walk to the bathroom but han grabs your hand and pulls you down onto his lap. “Please—please yn” he says softly out of breath.

Before you could respond you feel his bulge press against your cunt as his hands travel to your thighs, his grip tightens as he rolls his hips into yours pulling a muffled moan from you as you bury your head in the crook of his neck. “Can I?” He whimpers out. You can feel him trying to keep himself from grinding into you. “I don’t think—we really shouldn’t.” You say getting up from his lap.

He looks confused and stands up, his face still flushed. “Why? Did I do something?” He says moving closer to you. You could see the same look in his eyes as when he kissed you. “You’re doing the thing..” you speak under your breath “doing what?” He says with furrowed brows. You look up at him making eye contact “you’re making me fall in love with you again...” You say before pulling him into a kiss.

You feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. Without hesitation he picks you up, your legs wrap around his waist as you deepen the Kiss. He lays you in the bed pinning you down before leaving kisses all down your neck. You feel his hand trail down between your legs making small circles between your thighs. You look up at him and see him sitting up straddling your waist. “You’re so pretty..y know that right?” He says in a soft tone as both his hand trail up your shirt pulling down your bra, running his thumb across your nipples.

“Ji..please fuck me, I need you.” You whine moving your leg up to rub against his raging boner. The sounds that fall from his lips send a tingling sensation down your spine. You can feel him grinding against you as moans continue to fall from his lips. “God you’re insatiable.” He groans before beginning to remove his sweatpants along with his boxers.

you look at his dick in shock. “What? Having second thoughts?” He says getting back in bed. “Well-” before you could finish Han is moving your panties to the side and pushing into you. You use your hand to cover your mouth, your other one gripping the sheets.

Your vision blurs as he start thrusting into you at a quick pace making you lose your breath you look at him through your lashes as the sound of skin slapping together fills the room. “Fuckk—so fucking tight for me baby.” He groans throwing his head back. He plat his hands on the bed before moving up to hold yours.

you feel a knot form in your stomach once he starts hitting a certain spot inside you. “J-Ji ‘m so close…” you moan, your back arching. you’re pretty sure he didn’t hear you over the sound of his own voice. You can hear him making small comments on how good you feel wrapped around him and how wet you are for him.

You notice his thrust are starting to get sloppier and his hand tighten against yours. “Can I cum inside you…please I need to, baby.” He moans looking in your eyes. You nod and before you could give a verbal answer you both came undone. His cum mixing with yours as he fills you up.

You lay there out of breath as he lays on top of you not pulling out. “Can we stay like this.” He mumbles against your chest. “Yeah sure but we’re taking 3 showers in the morning” you laugh giving him a kiss on the forehead before going to sleep.

Any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is allowed bc I do know I’m not the best writer and there’s always room to improve.

edit: uhh didn’t expect 124 notes but thanks and also I’m a bit confused😭😭..

[noproofread]

Ecstasy (NSFW)

it's 3am and i am high shhhh

zoro x fem!reader

angry sex, choking, dom zoro, brat reader if you squint, slight degradation but also slight praise, unprotected sex, p in v. reader loves to make zoro angry.

word count: 1,182

masterlist here

You were sitting across Zoro, a mountain of empty dishes containing only crumbs of the food that had been inhaled by your straw hat captain. You kicked Zoro under the table as everyone else was in conversations of their own. Zoro shot you a look of discontent, you annoyed him daily. You and Sanji agreed that peak entertainment came from the disgruntled green haired pirate. Sanji took to insulting him, whereas you loved to physically annoy him. Smacking the back of his head, kicking him under tables, punching his shoulder, ruffling his hair. You loved watching his face redden as he stared at you angrily. It was funny but damn, did he look good.

Something about angry Zoro excited you. He was already good looking, fit. His calm tone combined with his deep voice was enough to melt you. But when he was angry? He showed emotion, passion. Sometimes he would grab your shoulders and yell at you. You wished he would just throw you on his bed as if you were nothing but a ragdoll. You wanted him to yell and berate you as he fucked you senseless. Maybe that's why you loved irritating him. The rush you got at the mere thought of Zoro getting so mad that he has no other outlet but to use you was addicting. And here you were, yet again, kicking Zoro under the table.

He warned you with his eyes. He didn’t need to speak, you saw how angry was getting. You didn't stop. You smirked as you kicked him again, biting your bottom lip and he met your eyes again. “Fucking stop.” He whispered through gritted teeth. You shook your head no as your smirk turned into a smile. You kicked him once more before getting up to take your dishes to the sink. You glanced at Zoro behind your shoulder as you left your dishes and began walking out of the dining room. You walked down the hallway, sensing that you were being followed. You did not turn to look back, you knew exactly who it was. You smiled to yourself, feeling a heat pool at the bottom of your stomach as you approached 2 doors at the end of the hallway.

To your left was your room, to the right was Zoro’s. You turned towards your door, slowly placing a hand on the handle. You felt Zoro behind you, his body heat radiating. His hand wrapped around your wrist and you were pulled away from your room and into his. Zoro pushed you against the door, slamming it shut. His body was flushed against yours, his hand still tightly wrapped around your wrist. You were caged in. You looked into his eyes as he panted. His gaze was dark, focused on your lips. “I’m tired of your shit. Everyday you fuck with me and it’s time you learn to fucking stop.” His voice was low, it sent goosebumps down your skin. You felt your arousal pool as your face felt hot. You chuckled lightly, not knowing how to respond to that. It pissed him off. Zoro grabbed you as if you weighed nothing and threw you onto his mattress. His arms held your hands above your head as he hovered over you. “Shut the fuck up.” He growled, leaning in to kiss you desperately. A messy kiss, he bit your lip firmly and slid his tongue into your mouth. A small moan fell from your lips as he fully pressed his body against yours. You were feeling his arousal hard against your thigh. He left your mouth, leaving a trail of messy wet kisses across your neck.

He let go of one of your wrists, using his now free hand to remove the barriers you had separating him from your aching arousal. He slid his fingers up and down your slicked folds causing you to squirm under his touch. “So wet for me already?” Zoro chuckled, lowering down to your ear. “Guess we found out why you kept wanting to piss me off.” He whispered tauntingly as he slid one finger inside you without warning. A soft moan fell from your lips as Zoro pumped his finger in and out of you, his palm flat against your clit. You grabbed the back of his neck with your free hand, kissing him feverishly. Zoro inserted another finger as you moaned into his mouth. His movements intensified as you felt your orgasm build up. You knew he felt it, the way you were tightening around his fingers. He sped up slightly, pushing you to your high, you moaned loudly. Zoro’s fingers slowed down, letting you ride out your high. You attempted to catch your breath, looking up at Zoro.

He smirked at you as he removed his kimono, allowing his erection to be in full view. You sat up, motioning him to lay down. As he sat next to you, you pushed him down. You climbed on top of him, smiling down at him. “Nobody tells me to shut up” You stated, leaning down to kiss and suck on his neck. Zoro smacked your ass, earning a yelp from you. “Don’t talk back to me” He threatened, placing his hands on your bare hips and lowering you down onto his dick. He slid one of his hands down, aligning himself to your entrance. He looked up at you as you felt him stretch you in the most delicious way. He hissed through his teeth as you wrapped around him. He beckoned you to ride him. Zoro let out a low groan as you moved your hips into his. You moved back and forth, carefully sliding upwards on his dick as you moved back and grinded forward.

You threw your head back, savoring the feeling of him under and inside you. You felt him wrap a hand around your neck. “You look so fucking pretty when you're riding me.” Zoro growled. Loud moans filled the room as you continued to grind your hips against his. Using one hand to support yourself over Zoro, his hand squeezed your throat lightly as he hissed in pleasure. “Fuck, Zoro.” You moaned out onto his lips that were just centimeters away from yours. He looked into your eyes and smirked. “You're such a good slut for me huh. How good is it?” He whispered, stifling back low moans. “So good, Zoro. So good-” You whined, feeling yourself reach another orgasm. Zoro squeezed your throat a little more, feeling you clamp down around his dick. A mixture of moaning and panting filled the air as you reached your climax, riding it out onto Zoro. You heard him hiss and let out a loud moan as he reached his high. His hand gripped your ass, you felt him fill you up as you collapsed onto him. Both of you, trying to regulate your breathing. His body was sticky with sweat and your hair was a mess. You rolled off of him. Staring at the ceiling you chuckled to yourself. “Oh I am so going to piss you off more often.”

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Oc Song Associations

Okay so- I don't have the brain cells to draw everybody's oc SOOO in just gonna tag you and explain! This will probably be a multi part thing!

This is songs that Marie would associate with you oc, and sure some are modern songs, so wouldn’t fit the the time line, but they slap- so fight me. I hope you guys enjoy! Cause I had a lot of fun doing this. This also contains some headcanons about your charters cause, I think they are neat! Some might have more than other, it’s currently like 3am-4am so-I’m super eppy so please excuse any gramma mistakes 👉👈✨

Ps: Marie is a simp, also question:

It’s 3am, rainy, and cold. Why does your character show up outside her door?

(Just need to know for art reasons)

Clementine

Clementine is @bazooka-overkill oc who is the manager for Mr.Sandman. I feel (hope) Marie and Clem are good friends. Clem helps Marie step away from time to time and regather herself. I feel that Marie would feel some type of bond, couldn’t place a finger on it though. I feel that he is just a good person who can be really grounding in all the chaos. Why this song? I… I really can’t explain it. It just makes sense in my mind, it oddly gives me grounding vibes. It’s a good chill out and look at the calling song.

Jacko

Jacko is a Greek boxer who belongs to @star-bliss8 ! Super loving kind guy, he’s a hugger not a fighter. (He’s a boxer lol) I feel like he’s a big pleasure to work with and has a high emotional intelligence, regardless of language barriers. I think Jacko and Marie definitely hang out outside of the rink, maybe had lunch from time to time. I assigned Se Thello, which is like one of my favorite songs. Antique is a really good early 2000s Greek group, highly recommend if you like pop it love songs. They have songs in both English and Greek.

Garcia

Garcia is a Mexican boxer who belongs to @hol-ymoly ! I sense a confident and collected man, friendly and committed. I feel like Garcia is one of Marie’s favorite boxers to work with because he is respectful. I feel like he’s keeps his opinions to himself and plays the bigger man. He definitely also always smells nice, I feel like he just looks like the kinda guy who smells good. So I assigned another one of my favorite songs. I think it’s to the correlation of handling emotions.

Barry

This man, creature- belongs to @stonedragonisnthere . Barry is a just a corrupt talk show honest, what more is there to say. He’s a smooth talker, quick witted (can be), and slick. I feel like Marie wouldn’t really consume his media, but as soon as she found out, she would be mad. But soon enough she would just roll her eyes and sigh, it’s how the world works. She wouldn’t agree with what he does, but would definitely be interested in the why. So she would definitely bring him around to pick his brain. Boom- the whisky blues vibes match his personality in her mind, plus he has to have a dark heart to do what he does.

Marie

Marie who is @nai418 character is a red in training! I love this character so much, definitely one of my favorites. Marie is shy, and kind, and sadly gets pushed around way too much. Marie(mine) would definitely stand up for her, and patch her up when things go south. I also could see things hanging out a lot. The Marie’s would be funny, someone calls out ‘Marie!’ And they both would come running. I would say Magnolia would be a good song, I feel like Marie(my Marie) adores her, definitely in a platonic way.

Pilsner

Pilsner is a Czech boxer who belongs to @thorkelsongirl . I love this man. Marie would love this man, doesn’t matter how hard he tries to be be tough, she would see through it. He is definitely a guy she would check on. Knowing he has stuff going on she would always try to comfort him, maybe not infront of the others cause she wouldn’t want to embarrass him. She would definitely stay up talking to him, even if it takes every language translating app or book. She would wanna know his story. She would associate ‘she will be loved’ with him, no matter what if he needed her, she would be there. End of story.

Mary Ryan

Mary Ryan is the sibling of Aran Ryan, created by @artformationcoreir . Love this little rascal! So spunky, so full of life and energy. Once Marie met Mary she would spoil her. She would definitely hype the girl up, glad that she has confidence. Marie would probably take her out for girls days to get her out and about. Definitely would associate Mary with Just a girl by no doubt! Good vibes, matches Mary’s energy big time-

Perry

Mm, yes. YOUSIF- Perry belongs to @abigblackfly and is Aran Ryan’s manager. Definitely off the walls sarcastic guy. But a good guy at heart, regardless of how much he is dragged up the wall. Marie would definitely be friends with Perry, especially when she had a decent friendship with Ryan. Marie and Perry would probably play pool together and talk about the weekly drama. Perry would remind her of “my alcoholic friends”which has that sarcastic energy he carries.

Roxy

Roxy is an Australian boxer that belongs to @luc1ano03 . I really like the design! I feel they are a pretty chill person but still bring the chaos energy. They are the goblincore alt friend to Marie, and Marie is here for it. I feel like Marie can be a little more comfortable in her alt grandmacore way around them. Have her hair down, put in her piercings, and just hang out other. ‘Ripe’ by screaming females, just screaming females in general would remind Marie of them, it’s a good band!

Pale Phantom

Pale phantom is a boxer charater created by @shykittensoul . I love his design and he seems so sweet honestly. I think Marie would see him and just be like,”This is my child now… thanks-“. He seems to be just a sweet kid character, and she would just adore that. She would probably make him stuff all the time like scarfs, sweaters, and so on. I feel like “not while I’m around” from Sweeney Todd would be how she is like, ‘this is my baby, and I shall protect him-‘

Wolf

Wolf Viking (Luke) is a Swedish boxer created by @leonscottwolfkennedy . Love the big locked in eyes tbh. Marie would do her best to calm his anxiety, and definitely try to help him find some ways to cope. Definitely another person who would be welcome anytime, into her home. She would be very gentle with him. One of the boxers she would bring things like snacks for. I think Marie would associate ‘Forward Beckons Rebounds’ by Adrianne Lenker. (I reached the song limit, sorry I couldn’t add it.) it definitely has the caring feel she would have.

Anyways I hope you guys liked this! Might do more, idk. I’m gonna sleep now-

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Hellooo, could you write a '3am though ' about the Boys being clingy? Cause I feel like everyone is clingy in a different way hehe

Types of Clingy | Beta Squad |

Chunkz

His clingyness would show through being a little too co-dependent. I’m not saying he wouldn’t be able to make independent decisions at all, but most of the time he would definitely want your opinion…on pretty much like everything. New shoes, place to stay while on a work trip, where to eat, how to dress for the weather and on and on. Sometimes it’s nice to know that someone wants to hear your point of view, but other times it could be very very annoying.

Sharky

Sharky’s thing is definitely constantly texting or like somehow communicating through his phone 24/7. Doesn’t matter if you’re calling, chatting or just sending each other goofy snaps, he needs to constantly talk. He’d always send “update” messages out of nowhere, like imagine he decided to go to the store to buy some fruits and he’s in line, waiting and bored and suddenly some drama happens between a customer and the worker. He’d whip out his phone in a fraction of a second and begin describing the entire situation to you. Most of the time you don’t mind it, the opposite, you actually like it, but sometimes Sharky can get a little persistent and if you don’t reply while he’s currently bored, he’s going to spam your phone, asking where are you and “why are you ignoring me?”

Niko

Time is money to this man. Quality time is gold and Niko definitely wants it. He’s a busy man himself but if he finds out you have even a small 20 minute break from anything, you best be ready for him to appear and persuade you to do something together. Maybe you’re at work and you’re having lunch, in which case he’d offer to drive you to the nearest coffee shop, maybe you’re at uni and you have a free period during which he’ll sneak you out to have some ice cream. And when he’s done with work for the day, the first thing he’s doing is calling you and saying that he’s finally free from whatever, after which he would definitely suggest going somewhere, no matter how tired he was.

AJ

“Lisa are you dumb? AJ hates human contact, he said so himself like 100 times! You’re not telling me he’d be the physically clingy one!”

Hahahah - is my response guys. AJ. Would be. Possessive. (as fuck) Okay yes he hates it when people touch him BUT YOU AREN’T JUST PEOPLE! He wants you to constantly hold his hand or arm, he needs it. And for him it would be a totally normal thing to have his arm around your waist at all times when going out. He wants people to know that you’re with him, that you’re his and that nothing is getting in between the two of you. Doesn’t matter where: party, grocery store, at a fucking dentist appointment, this guy couldn’t care less, just as long as he’s somehow holding onto you or you’re holding onto him.

Kenny

This one a bit sad. I think Kenny would be a little insecure. Like ok we know he’s the sexiest man alive but in his eyes he’s still not good enough for you. And that’s exactly what gnaws at him. Sometimes arguments would spur between the two of you out of nothing. Imagine you went out and didn’t tell Kenny, just forgot to mention or you were in a hurry. When you finally come back home he’d be like “where have you been?” , “why didn’t you tell me you were going out?” , “who’d you go out with?” , but it wouldn’t be in a controlling sense, you get me? Like he’d be worried, paranoid even and to you sometimes it would seem stupid. Like you shouldn’t be constantly explaining things to him. But no matter how mad or pissed you wanna be at him, you can’t. Why? Cause it’s Kenny and Kenny is 🔛🔝 of everything <3

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Limbo

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~4.1k

Summary: You and Wanda reach an important step in your relationship

A/N: Simps, the both of them❤️😘😭. Take two, y'all

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut

“It’s really okay. I’m not mad.”

Despite your continued reassurance, Wanda doesn’t quite look convinced. The two of you had been cuddled close in bed, taking advantage of a rare chance to sleep in, when Wanda’s phone rang.

Last night Wanda hadn’t gotten back until 3am. You’d long ago fallen into a fitful sleep when your girlfriend let herself into your apartment, but you’d been thrilled to wake up in her arms. You’d gotten used to falling asleep alone and waking up with Wanda more often than not. As she continued to work hard during the days so she at least had the chance to sleep beside you at night, you were happier than ever.

It was only an hour ago that Wanda promised you the whole morning together. You were free of obligations, and even if you hadn’t been, you’d rearrange anything if it meant you could spend time with Wanda. It was only 9:50 when someone called on your girlfriend, leaving you slightly miffed and wishing you could give them a piece of your mind. Instead, you say nothing as you watch Wanda stand and look around for her clothes. She’s here often enough that she has a few suits in your closet, and you try not to let the fact that she’s using them now serve as another reminder of what you’d wanted to ask her this morning.

You wait until Wanda’s folded her outfit from yesterday before she grabs another and turns toward you with a frown. She needed to leave now but she hated to go back on a promise to you. Despite your insistence, you definitely look disappointed, and seeing this almost makes her want to change her mind. Well that’s not true. She definitely wants to change her mind, but she knows that she can’t. If she does, she’ll just have more to deal with later.

So Wanda sighs inaudibly as she changes quickly and pops into the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. She stops at the sight of her exhausted expression, and this time she releases an audible sigh before she shakes her head. She’s dressed the part of a mobster with her suit and obscenely expensive watch that she’d left at your place last week. She tugs on the strap a little harder than necessary before fastening it with a frown.

This isn’t what she wants. She hates to leave you alone all of the time. She hates that her work is proving to cause a huge rift between the two of you. She feels like she’s living two separate lives when there’s really only space for one. She can either be the mobster that she sees staring back at her, or she can be Wanda who has a normal life, a loving relationship, and maybe something other than her job to take up all her time.

She shakes her head as she runs a hand through her hair. She can’t think about this right now. She has to stop the inevitable fire fight from breaking out before she has a chance to salvage her winnings. She reminds herself of the profit but even the astronomical number isn’t enough to wipe the frown from her face.

As she walks back into your bedroom, she finds that you’re not there, but the sounds from the adjacent room tell her you’re in the kitchen. She confirms this as she walks through the living room to see you pouring the entire contents of the coffee pot into a thermos for her. You don’t drink any caffeine, but you’d bought the coffee maker and her favorite coffee for whenever she could visit. She feels her heart stutter in her chest at the fact that despite being upset, you’re still taking care of her. It makes her feel even worse about her decision to leave and she’s torn yet again when you turn to face her with a bright, only slightly forced smile.

“Here you go. This should last you the ride there at least.”

You smile cheekily and Wanda rolls her eyes in faux annoyance before she meets you for a quick kiss. She decides it’s not enough and she takes her coffee from you and sets it on the counter before she’s reaching for you again.

“Thank you, Y/n."

You find yourself in Wanda’s arms as she pulls you into a hug and your smile widens as she holds you close to her. You sigh happily before closing your eyes and taking advantage of the few seconds you have left with her before she’s whisked away by work yet again. You hear her sigh, and you’re not surprised when she tightens her hold on you before turning her face so she’s hiding in your hair.

“I hate leaving you, detka. I love our time together.”

Your smile is bittersweet, and you’re glad Wanda can’t see it because you are sure you look pathetic. You hate when Wanda leaves you too, but you know what you signed up for. Well at least you know now, and you’d already told yourself that you can’t walk away from her. You’re not sure you’d be able to live with yourself if you did that.

So instead of saying what you want, and asking Wanda not to leave you again, you just turn so you can kiss the top of her head before letting your arms drop to your sides.

“I know, Wanda. Me too, but I’ll be here when you get back.”

You wonder if Wanda knows how true these words are. You imagine you’re going to spend a lot of your life sitting around and waiting for Wanda, but you’ve decided that the time you spend together is worth it. You know in an ideal world Wanda wouldn’t be off doing who knows what at all hours of the day. She’d have a set schedule and you’d see her every night for dinner before falling asleep in her arms, but that wasn’t the life she lived.

You couldn’t resent her for this no matter how much you felt that you probably should. You can only hope that someday you’ll have more time with her, and maybe you wouldn’t have to wonder when she’d walk through your door again.

Wanda seems to sense the resignation in your response and her face falls momentarily. You feel the need to apologize, but she doesn’t give you a chance before she’s hugging you again.

“I love you. I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay?”

You nod as you pick up Wanda’s coffee because you know that she’s late, before giving her one last kiss.

“Love you too. I’ll see you later.”

Wanda wasn’t back until late which wasn’t a surprise to you at all. You’d spent your day off lounging around and trying to keep yourself distracted. You’d baked and watched some TV, but mostly you read almost three books before you decided to call it a night around 10pm.

You had been optimistic to think that Wanda would be back by midnight, and when 2am rolls around, you’re fast asleep by the time your girlfriend returns.

Before going to bed, you’d read, a romantic, murder mystery by your all-time favorite author, but you’d stopped at a crucial part. The characters were amidst their investigation to find a serial killer, but there was still time for a dramatic rendezvous that had been in the works since the first few pages. You’d wanted to read on but you were so tired that you kept falling asleep as you attempted to read the same sentence 4 times. You’d turned off your tablet before setting it on the other side of the bed with a yawn. You promptly fell asleep but continued to shift and squirm underneath the covers restlessly.

You’d started to read the scene where a tentative kiss turned into a trip to the bedroom, but you hadn’t been in the mood. Reading about two people in love made you miss Wanda and as pathetic as it was, your thoughts kept going to her instead of focusing on the words on the page. You wanted to be with Wanda now, holding her close and kissing her lovingly, but it was just you. You fall asleep with a frown on your face, but the dreams that follow you into sleep don’t take long to wipe this away.

Wanda groans under her breath as she shuts the door quietly behind her. She locks it before checking to make sure that there’s no sound coming from the apartment. You are certainly asleep, but Wanda wanted to be sure before she heads to the guest bathroom to clean up. She flinches as the bright lights blind her on her way to the sink. She’s cringing by the time she reaches for the faucet to wash away the blood on her knuckles. She regrets punching the last person that she did. He had an obnoxiously large nose that almost broke her finger when she’d tried to knock him out.

She wishes that she hadn’t lost her gun because it was much more efficient, and far less painful than what she’d had to resort to. She sighs after she’s cleaned her hands and face of any remaining evidence of her scuffle. She nearly scoffed at the thought of describing the all-out brawl as something so insignificant. She’d known the day was going to hell as soon as someone called to tell her that she wouldn’t be getting the morning, off, and they certainly hadn’t disappointed.

She shuts off the light before taking off her shoes and leaving them by the front door. There’s a small closet that you use mostly to store extra blankets, but you sometimes threw your shoes in there so you didn’t have to look at them. Wanda contemplated doing this, but she didn’t have the energy to bend over and pick them up. Maybe she’ll do it tomorrow if you take notice of them.

Wanda starts to shed her dirty jacket as she reaches out for the door that she assumes you’re sleeping behind. She opens it slowly and turns toward the bed to see that you are definitely asleep. Your hair is splayed across your pillow and you’re curled up on your side with your back to her. She smiles at the sight of you as she shuts and locks the door behind her. She quickly sheds her ruined clothes before grabbing one of the two pairs of shorts and a t-shirt that she’s kept at your place.

She eyes the area of the shelf in your closet that her things have occupied for at least a month. She wonders if she’ll ever have a more permanent place in your apartment, but she quickly disregards the thought as she heads back toward the bed. She’s about to fall over she’s so exhausted, but the second she lifts the covers on the free side of the bed she stops short. She knows how you sometimes read until you fall asleep and your tablet’s been found in many places as a result of you throwing it haphazardly onto the bed. One time it ended up in the bathroom, and that was a mystery that you never solved. To see it beside you under the covers is less surprising, but the sight of the tablet isn’t what gave her pause.

You were hot natured and barely slept with a sheet over you if you could help it. Wanda realized very early that she was the one who would get all of the comforter and the extra blanket when she shared a bed with you. Like her, you slept in shorts and a tank most times, but tonight you must have gotten too hot. Wanda appreciates the lingerie set that you definitely hadn’t been wearing when she left this morning. It’s her favorite on you and she has to stop herself from groaning at the sight of you flushed and barely covered.

“You’re so pretty, detka.”

As Wanda sinks into bed beside you, she can’t help but lean over and kiss your bare shoulder. She watches as you shift slightly and release a whine that makes her stifle another groan. What she’s not prepared for is how your restlessness progresses to something that honestly surprises her.

The hand that had been under your pillow behind your head, moved down toward your chest at the same time that the one by your side drifts to your stomach. Wanda thinks that you’re just going to stretch as you sometimes tend to do in your sleep, but instead your hands continue to drift lower until you’re palming your breast and pressing against your lower stomach.

“Mhmm.”

You mutter something unintelligible under your breath as you continue to shift and touch yourself in a way that’s making Wanda’s pulse spike. She watches wordlessly until your right hand disappears between your legs.

“Y/n.”

Your response is to groan again under your breath, but you don’t stop and Wanda reaches out to grab your hand before it can slide beneath the thin lace.

“Y/n.”

Her borderline pleading tone is what rouses you from your sleep. You hum under your breath before forcing yourself to open your eyes to blink away the image of you and your girlfriend in this very bed. You smile at the sight of Wanda looking a little on edge, and you flip your hand over in hers before squeezing it gently.

“Hey Wands. You’re back.”

Wanda takes a moment to gather her wits as her gaze flits between your face and your joined hands. When she speaks up her voice is hoarse, and you can hear clear as day how desperate she is. Your smile widens and you both watch as you pull Wanda’s hand back to where you’d wanted it much earlier.

“I would have come home sooner if I’d known you were waiting for me like this.”

Wanda watches as your eyes widen and she sees a hint of something she can’t name but it excites her. Her eyes darken and she’s momentarily distracted at the first brush of her fingers between your legs.

“Fuck me.”

You actually laugh at this and Wanda’s cheeks heat up as you lean forward to whisper against her lips. You stop only a breath away from kissing her and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing again at Wanda’s frustrated look.

“I believe that’s my line.”

Wanda doesn’t respond with words but when she kisses you, you’re sure that she’s just as eager as you are. Your dream from earlier had gotten you so frustrated that you'd had no desire to wake up. You’d feared that doing so would mean that you would find that you were alone, and then you’d be stuck to stew in your aroused state. Wanda’s arrival was fortuitous for many reasons. Namely you wanted to have your girlfriend back safe and sound. However, the fact that she was now here to help you relieve your sexual frustration wasn’t something you’d ever complain about. Taking care of yourself had lost its appeal the moment you met Wanda.

You’re certain that touching yourself will never be the same again.

You nearly fly off the bed when Wanda’s cold hands meet your skin. She sits up and straddles you without breaking your kiss, and you can’t help but moan at the feeling of Wanda sitting on your hips. You don’t bother to stop yourself from bucking up against her, and you smile against Wanda’s lips when you hear her groan under her breath.

“Shit, Y/n.”

Wanda can’t deny how turned on she is at the sight of you in your last anniversary present. Her need for you continues to climb with each touch and every sound that you’ve made as her hands roam your body. You’re squirming beneath her and you throw your head back with a breathy curse when her lips leave yours to trail down your neck. You feel like you’re crawling out of your skin, and you’re breathing like you just ran a 5k, but Wanda doesn’t seem to be in a rush which makes you want to scream.

Your hands leave Wanda’s hips and you bury one of them in her hair as gently as possible in your desperate state. Wanda hisses but doesn’t stop kissing you until you tighten your hold on her when she leaves a wet kiss on your collarbone.

“Wanda. I’ve been thinking about this all day. Are you going to keep me waiting?”

Wanda’s torn. She doesn’t know which she’d like to do more. She could drag this out and keep you on edge until you can’t stand it anymore, or she can give in to her near debilitating desire to touch you. Tonight, after the long day that she’s had, her desire to please you both wins out, and Wanda nods against your hand before she mutters against your chest.

“Don’t worry, detka. I’ll take care of you.”

Since Wanda has never failed to do this, you have no reason not to trust her. You sigh in relief as Wanda’s mouth starts to wander again. You gasp when a rush of cold hits you, but it doesn’t last long as Wanda’s mouth descends on your exposed breasts. You squeeze your eyes shut and your back arches as you try and get closer to your girlfriend’s glorious mouth. You curse, bucking your hips as Wanda’s lips close around your stiff nipple. Your hands find Wanda’s back and you try to be mindful of how hard you’re digging your nails into her, but she’s making it exceedingly difficult.  

As Wanda slides down your body, one of her knees settles between your thighs and you release another tortured groan that sends goosebumps across Wanda’s skin.

“Wands, please.”

You must know about the power that you hold over Wanda. The fact that she’s absent often, and happens to disappoint you more than she’d like means that she would do almost anything you asked, if she’s truly able. Short of asking her to hurt you, there’s very little that Wanda would say no to if she thought it would make you happy. She is likely overcompensating for the fact that her job keeps her away, but you haven’t complained yet, and you’re likely aware of how hard it is for your girlfriend to not give into you. You have an equally difficult time saying no to anything that may cause Wanda happiness. If you can manage it and it doesn’t put either of you in danger, you’re going to do whatever she asked of you.

You both were honestly so whipped.

So it’s not really a shock to either of you when only a few seconds later, Wanda’s fingers drag deliciously against the lace that’s just barely a barrier between you two. You miss Wanda’s eyes darkening further as her breath catches at how hot and needy you are for her. She groans when you fail to stifle a moan as you rock against her touch.

“What got you this wet, Y/n? What were you reading?”

Wanda barely remembers the fact that she’d seen your tablet a mere millisecond before noticing your state of undress. She watches with a wicked sense of satisfaction as you continue to try and find some relief before you seem to realize that she’s asked you a question. It takes a few seconds and Wanda pulling her hand away for you to respond. Luckily, she doesn’t go far by the time you shake your head and take a deep, steadying breath.

“No-nothing. I couldn’t focus on that. All I could think about was you.”

If Wanda had gained the upper hand a moment ago, you’d successfully snatched it back with your sincere response. It should be embarrassing how quickly Wanda rips the expensive lingerie to get to you.

You both moan and Wanda doesn’t notice that you’ve pierced her skin as your nails scratch down her back. After a moment of teasing your clit, Wanda steals your breath when she pushes two fingers deep inside you. You try and arch your hips in search of more but Wanda holds you down as she curls her fingers and makes you see stars.

“Oh god. Don’t stop. Please.”

You’re already shaking you’re so close but Wanda doesn’t seem to care about dragging this out any longer. You reach out for her arm that’s holding you still, but you don’t manage to do anything other than hold Wanda so tightly she groans under her breath. She’s a little sore from her shoot out earlier, but she’s not about to tell you that. Instead, she doubles her efforts and brings you closer with each drag of her fingers. You’re struggling to catch your breath as Wanda kisses her way back up to you. She stops for a few seconds to admire your flushed, beautiful face before she decides to be merciful.

“God, I love you.”

When Wanda leaves a bruising kiss on your neck, one you know you’ll have to cover up tomorrow, you nearly lose it. That said, you nearly sob as her thumb circles your clit and you’re thrown over the edge as her fingers press against your g spot. Wanda kisses your jaw as you continue to shudder from the aftershocks of your orgasm. You turn your face so your lips meet Wanda’s and she smiles as she kisses you deeply. She continues to stroke your fluttering walls until you shift and hiss against her lips. She understands and pulls her hand away before kissing you one last time.

There are a hundred things you want to say, and ask because it hadn’t escaped your notice that Wanda has a few new bruises. What leaves your mouth though is what you’d intended to say this morning before Wanda left unexpectedly.

“Move in with me.”

You’re not even sure that you said the words out loud, Wanda didn’t seem to react to them at all. It’s only the feeling of her hand tensing on your thigh that clues you in, and you have to stop yourself from showing your disappointment. Wanda doesn’t seem to realize that you took her lack of a reaction as a bad sign until you sigh and try to sit up. She’d been thinking about how much she loved you and how she never wanted to leave when you spoke up. She didn’t register what you’d said immediately, and then she took a few seconds to consider that she must have been imagining things. There was no way that you’d ask her this. Right?

When you sigh in defeat before starting to get out of bed, Wanda realizes that she hadn’t imagined it and now you must be disappointed in her yet again.

“Okay, never mind.”

Wanda’s shaking her head and reaching out for you before you can get far. She’s apologizing before you even turn back to face her, but she doesn’t let you go anywhere as she kicks herself for making you think that she doesn’t want to be with you as much as possible.

“Wait, I’m sorry. I mean-Are you sure?”

Despite being half out of bed and half naked you manage to shoot Wanda a hurt look that makes her feel even worse. Still, you try to play off your hurt by shrugging casually, but to Wanda the action looks forced.

“Of course, Wanda.”

When Wanda squeezes your hand, you force yourself to meet her gaze and you almost smile at the sight that greets you. Your girlfriend is shooting you an earnest look as she brings your hand to her lips with a small smile. She couldn’t think of anything better than moving in with you. Well at least for now.

“I’d love to. I might need more closet space though.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help but crack a smile at Wanda’s joke. When she sees this, her own smile widens and she leans in to kiss your cheek. She ignores the stiffness in her back and the dull pain that she doesn’t remember feeling when she first got home.

Home.

Wanda smiles at the idea of sharing a home with you. She watches as you slide back toward the middle of the bed before reaching out for her. Your hands drop to her waist before they begin to fiddle with the hem of her t-shirt.

“I’ll get right on that Wands, but first it’s my turn to make you come.”

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[zombee]

I feel like the luckiest Our Flag Means Death fan in the world after the season 2 finale. By a series of incredible circumstances - including a significant metatextual realization that came in at the 11th hour - it was close to perfect for me.

This essay has everything. Completely normal behavior over a television series. Steven Universe references. The David Jenkins School of Whatever is Best for the Bit. Humbling catharsis.

First: this piece does not exist with the central thesis of “it’s okay to not like something but that’s not the same thing as it being bad.” I feel like thousands of words have already been written on this since Thursday, so I’m going to try to not get too in depth on that.

Second, cards on the table, because it’s relevant and I don’t want to waste your time if this is going to sour your ability to hear me out: I’m an Izzy Canyon hater. For MANY reasons, but from way before the concept of the Canyon existed, (some) Izzy fans pinged me in the same way as Snape/Kylo Ren fans did, and before May 2022 was over I went from genuinely enjoying Izzy’s character and place in the narrative to hating him because his fans made it impossible for me to enjoy him anymore.

(SOME! of his fans. Please don’t keep making me say this, although I’m not going to talk about the Canyon directly anymore after this. I know there are a ton of normal Izzy Enjoyers and even Canyonites, I am literally friends with many of them, please take this all in the good faith it’s intended and if you’re not One Of The Bad Ones then you’re fine! I very carefully don’t go anti-Izzy on main, and when I stopped enjoying his character, I stopped writing him into fics. I’m not trying to be a dick, I just want to be honest. Anyway.)

The season 2 finale made me weep over Izzy Goddamn hands.

ALL season long, I was disgruntled. All season long. I really, truly, DEEPLY appreciated what they were doing with his character and arc, I thought it was wildly on brand for the themes of community/queerness in the show, I saw the vision, I liked it!!! But. I wanted a fucking apology, yall. I needed three seconds of “sorry I called you a slur, Ed :/” and that would have been enough. But I had to let it go. It was poisoning my enjoyment of the whole season, which I loved with very little exception (not none!) and I just had to let it go. I wasn’t getting an apology. That didn’t negate what they were doing with his character.

Yall. They withheld the apology on purpose.

THIS FUCKING SHOW!!!

Let’s go back a bit. I was at the episode 6 + 7 screening, and the breakup shook me. Probably a LOT more than if I had watched it alone in bed at 3am on my laptop - five days of no sleep after NYCC, lots of emotions, seeing it on a big screen with a hundred other intense fans, etc etc - but I did see other folks reacting in parallel ways to me when the episodes aired to the regular public, so maybe I would have felt the same way. Regardless, I was mad at Stede and to a lesser extent Ed. I NEEDED AN APOLOGY FOR THAT FISH LINE. I needed it! “Whativah” autocorrects to “WHATIVAH” in my phone. I was going through it.

(When I rewatched the episode when it aired it was not nearly as bad as I remember, lol)

So now the episode 8 screeners go out and the reviews drop and I think I catch one half-glimpse of a “What a heartbreaking ending!” kind of snippet, and some of my friends who are spoiler fiends unintentionally drop little hints about similar ideas (devastating/heartbreaking/split the fandom) type shit.

And I was a fucking WRECK! about it.

I do love this whole show with my whole chest. I do!!! But I’m not rotted because this is an excellent television show, I’m rotted because two old men kiss each other! On the MOUTH!!! in an excellent television show. You get it, right? I’ve written 700,000 words across almost 100 fics and 98% of them are dedicated to those two men falling in love in different universes. 

So it just did not even occur to me the “heartbreak/devastation/fandom split” would be about anything but Gentlebeard.

Another piece of this that was fucking me up - David Jenkins and his “satisfactory” ending biz. My brain was reacting like this show was ENDING ending, even if I knew logically! that this is just season 2!!! And I wasn’t ready for that, because what if it wasn’t personally satisfying, and I’m a mess about it? Why was I so worried about not liking it? I’d liked the whole season! Even if they didn’t nail the landing I wasn’t going to stop writing fic or hanging out with my pirate community & friends. 

…is what I kept trying to tell myself, but the way anxiety disorders work is funny like that lol. What if I did stop writing fic and hanging out in pirate spaces? That would hurt much more than a show I like disappointing me. And for anyone who’s having that experience with ofmd s2, I’m so very, very sorry. It sucks and that’s where my epiphany came from on Wednesday before the finale.

Because it has happened to me before.

I flit from hyperfocus to hyperfocus, as ya do when you’re spicy, but the last thing to get its hooks in me PROPERLY like pirates was Steven Universe. And I did NOT like the way the regular season ended!!! (I actually really did like most of Future; that’s not what I mean. I mean season 5). I don’t like how they handled the Diamonds, tldr; I think the scope of their villainy got too out of hand, and I was left grieving the thing that had meant enough to me I ran a fan convention for four years based around it. 

Side note: imagine if I had channeled the hyperfocus of almost a million words of fanfiction into an American OFMD con instead. We could have made magic :( I did consult with Our Con Means Death though so I am at least a teeny tiny bit of that one!

I did not like the way Steven ended… but I do respect the story they were telling and think they told it well.

I’m still sad about it. Steven is still one of my most beloved, it will always be beautiful and great to me, but that experience did and does sully my memories. There is so, so, so, SO much more good than bad from being in that fandom, and I cherish it. And I hope, if you’re having this experience with OFMD right now, that you’ll find similar comfort.

But, like I said at the top, “it’s okay to not like something but that’s not the same thing as it being bad” has been belabored already by people better at writing about it than me. I just had the incredible privilege to remember my brush with lower case T trauma and having that experience in my last REALLY big deal fandom. That’s why I had been so extra anxious about being disappointed. Because it happened to me before. It helped so much to connect those two.

So the finale happens, and it’s actually about twelve hours of me going from “eh, rushed but fun, whole season was great” to “THIS MAYBE IS THE BEST SHOW OF ALL TIME, ACTUALLY!”

BECAUSE THIS SHOW MADE ME CRY OVER IZZY FUCKING HANDS!!!!

They literally told me this was the story they were telling this season. “Men can change” “The end  of piracy” “Ed leaving Blackbeard behind (ish).”

As for me? I didn’t get an apology for the fish. Instead, I got “Sorry I was a dick.” “You weren’t a dick. Life’s a dick.”

Just… fuckity BAM. THREE FUCKING SENTENCES resolving that fight. Saying so much in so little.

In real life, should these two men have an actual conversation about this shit? Sure!!! But that’s not how OFMD tells its stories!

It works in symbolism. It works in vibes. It works in an hour’s worth of content into each half-hour episode, and for how much lamenting I have done about the pacing, I would prefer that 100x to having to stretch it out too much.

I have said since March 24, 2022 that OFMD wields anachronism as a weapon. First and foremost, it’s fucking funny, but in addition to that, it’s stating clearly: “This is a fantasy world. This is not real history. This show is about romance (and so much more than that), and the rest is just VIBES!!!”

Sometimes vibes can be historical accuracy. Sometimes vibes can be true emotional poignancy. Sometimes vibes can be Ed finding his sunken leathers in the sea, changing underwater somehow, and coming out of the ocean like the Birth of Fucking Venus, because water and rebirth and mermaids and shit is all very prominent this season. And ALSO, and this is very important! BECAUSE IT LOOKS FUCKING COOL!

I don’t want to do much real Izzy meta here. It’s been said by others, and better than me. But it was telegraphed and it was symbolic – he was the paragon of Traditional Piracy in season 1, for goodness’ sake, and Traditional Piracy is Toxic Masculinity, and he was a part of Blackbeard and Ed had to leave Blackbeard behind (yknow, ish), and he got this ABSOLUTLEY FUCKING LOVELY! storyline about appreciating what a (queer) community can do, and god fucking shit fucking dammit… most of all, best of all (for me), was Buttons landing on Izzy’s grave at the end. Men can change. And Izzy DID!!! He did it for Ed. For love. For community. I am puzzled by “it’s fucked up to use Izzy to further Ed’s storyline” because… this was Ed’s season, in the way that season 1 was Stede’s. And Ed cannot be removed from piracy as a whole (neither can Stede!) so to have this old, set in his ways, coded-queerphobic character blossom to the point he can give this gift to Ed and to piracy… idk man. I just find it so fucking beautiful.

It is okay not to like what they did. It’s okay!!! It’s okay, and it’s okay to mourn, and while it’s not okay to do [insert vile behavior here], it’s okay to carefully examine what you think is “bad writing” vs “what you would have preferred to happen” and give good-faith, textually-based criticism on that.

But I want to remind you over and over and over again, this show works on vibes. It tells its stories leaving many, many, many gaps. There are many things I would have liked to see, and y’know what? I would have told the Izzy story differently. I would have personally done it differently. But it’s not my show! It’s not my show, and I am humbled and delighted to remember that, and to appreciate Our Flag Means Death for what it is and not what it isn’t.

Other words have been written better than I could about the 18 months between seasons 1 and 2 and what that does to us as rabid fans with expectations of how things will go. Millions and millions and millions of words have been written about OFMD, fictional and non, and that is going to color our expectations and experience. We had built it up SO MUCH in our minds and along the way I think some of us forgot (INCLUDING ME!!!) that it is first and foremost about Vibes.

The vibes of Izzy’s death are about rebirth and forgiveness and leaving traditional piracy behind. And he got to die in Ed’s arms, knowing (HAPPILY!) that he had been wrong, and giving Ed the gift of letting him know he is loved, and being a part of something. We had a funeral but we also had a wedding. The only constant is change. Men, piracy, Blackbeard; it all changes. And Izzy found peace in that.

Before my last point, I want to @ myself on things I felt versus realizing in the end it is (I will say it until I’m blue in the face) about vibes.

· I was convinced they left Buttons’ transformation ambiguous because they wanted to leave room for it not having been real. NO!!! It is real, until they decided it isn’t. Magic in the OFMD universe? Fucking why not!!! IT’S SYMBOLIC!!! IT’S IMPORTANT TO ED’S STORYLINE AND THE CENTRAL THESES OF THE SHOW!

· I was unhappy, and still am a little, about the Polycule Situation, but now that I realize Oluwande is Zheng’s Stede… I am less so. The Zheng : Auntie :: Ed : Izzy vibes, btw? Fuckin immaculate.

·        Obviously they touched on Stede/Ed’s “killing people trauma” but I’d reallyyyy like Stede to address it, and even though I think Ed’s is left on a very satisfying note, I’d like him to dip a bit more into it as well. But if they don’t, oh well! It’s not like they ignored it, they just didn’t have a Deep Dive like I Wanted Them To!

· They didn’t deal with Ed throwing Stede’s shit away. They just ignored it! Stede started to collect new trinkets, and I believe that was as much about giving the audience back the old feeling of the Revenge as it was anything important (not to say it wasn’t also important thematically!!!). Just like Ed going back to his leathers is both Extremely Important thematically and about putting Taika back in the leathers because that’s what Blackbeard should be wearing for the epic final scenes for the sake of visually keeping the show consistent. That’s Blackbeard’s uniform.

· Stede’s frilly little outfits my beloved. God I hope they give him back some of his frippery in season 3. I think they will re: cursed suit BUT his journey this season was about something else, so!

· Ed’s stupid little non-profit non-apology, oh my god. It was so funny. And there is a transition from eps 5 to 6 where Ed is back in his leathers and the crew is more comfortable around him. They didn’t have to have him do a Real Apology, it’s implied it was all settled. What was the timeline? A day? DOESN’T MATTER, BABY, VIBES!!!

· Lots more, I’m sure, but now that I’ve tried to let it all go, I’m remembering less of what I wanted and appreciating what I got!

And, last point here, I think it is also very very very important to remember that a lot of people are normal about this show. In fact, WAY more people are normal about this show than aren’t. And that is EXTREMELY! IMPORTANT!!! because otherwise it wouldn’t be profitable and we all know what would happen then. We are the core of it, to be sure. Without word of mouth that stems from our intensity, this show would not be NEARLY as successful as it is. I truly, truly believe that.

But.

Do normies need deeply emotional discussions dissecting the central relationships? No. What normies need is Ed and Stede running dramatically toward each other on the beach and kissing. And I am happy, so fucking happy, to realize that’s what I need too. I’ve got fanworks for the rest.

I love this fucking show and this fucking fandom and its fucking creators so much. Fuck.

[its-time-to-write]

i hold it like a grudge - ch. 5

I don’t know why this fic wrecked me so much. I’m literally the author. I know what’s gonna happen. I decided what’s gonna happen. Maybe I’m just tired. also does anyone remember that time I said I hated writing chaptered fics and swearing that each one was an anomaly/the last time I’d ever do it?

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Jamie Tartt is in your kitchen, puttering around so he can make a pot of tea and with an eyebrow slit like it’s 2013 again.

He sent you to go change so you slip on sweatpants and curl up on the sofa.

“Here you are, love,” he says, setting the tea down on the coffee table. He sits on the opposite end of the sofa, a respectable distance away.

“Why didn’t I see you?” you ask, staring out the window. The room is illuminated by the streetlight glow from the kitchen.

“How d’you mean?” responds.

“I visited mum last year. I was there all day. Why didn’t I see you?”

Jamie pauses. “I went early.”

“No, no you didn’t. There weren’t any flowers when I got there, and you said you brought her flowers.”

He’s quiet long enough for you to turn and check if he’s even still in the room.

He is.

“I… saw you,” he says eventually. “Didn’t think we’d be there at the same time, but-” he raises an eyebrow as punctuation. “Anyway, I was behind a tree. Saw you sit down and at first I thought I’d just wait in the car, but you started crying and- and I didn’t know if I should say somethin’ or leave. Did neither, so I just stayed. Placed the flowers and paid my respects once you left.”

You sip your tea in silence.

After a long time you say, “I’m glad you didn’t say anything.”

“She always believed in me,” he says by way of reply. “Even when I was being a little shit, she still made me feel like she wanted me around. Three people I want to make proud the most were her, mummy, and you.”

“Wanted,” you correct. “Wanted to make proud. Mum’s gone, and we’re not even friends.”

“D’you think we ever could be?”

You consider. There’s a part of you that feels like you’re friends already. He’s in your flat for fuck’s sake. 

“I don’t know,” you say. “Honestly I don’t. I’ve only ever loved you, Jamie, and for a long time I couldn’t see the future without you. I still can’t see it, I’m just living day-by-day sometimes.”

He chews his lip. “How can I make it up to you?”

He’s asking all the hard questions tonight.

“I don’t hate you anymore,” you say frankly. “You were there for me when I needed you, and you leaving me was the worst. But it turned out good. And, I dunno, over the last few days I just keep wondering what’s gonna stop you from leaving again? Deciding you want someone else more, or my value means less?”

“Maturity.” He says it slightly drawn out, enunciating the consonants. He has a hint of a smile, which is stupid, because now you have one too.

“Seriously, though, I’m not like that anymore. Went of, was a prick, and it were shit. I’ve never heard mum that mad at me, Jesus Christ. Swore my ear off, she did. Didn’t have real friends, wasn’t happy, drank a lot of vanilla vodka. Keeley broke up with me for cheating on her, too, but not with sex, like; just on a date. Said shit about accountability.” 

He says it the same way he said maturity. 

“Hm,” you say. What else is there to say, really?

“Hm,” you say again as you reach to set your tea down and move to the other end of the couch so you’re pressed up against Jamie’s side.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close.

“Stay the night?” you whisper. “I don’t want to be alone and I have a guest bed.” 

Jamie nods.

—

It’s 3am, and you wake up with the sound of your mum saying your name still echoing in your room. You’d been dreaming, showing her the life you’d created and she’d smiled the whole time. She wasn’t wispy, she was the same mum who kicked a football with Jamie, sang horribly off-key with Simon, and convinced Georgie to even give him a chance in the first place. 

Tears pool in the corner of your eye.

I am not drowning. I can do this.

There’s a light tap on the door. “Come in,” you croak.

Jamie pushes it open and sticks his head in. “You’re crying,” he states. “Woke up a minute ago feeling shitty.”

You pat the bed and roll over.

Jamie climbs in under the covers and reaches tentatively for your hand. You let him take it.

“Just because I’m emotionally fragile does not mean that I forgive you,” you tell him tearfully. “I’m just pretending you never left and everything’s fine so I’m not going to hate myself for letting you into my room and letting you see me cry.”

“Alright,” he whispers. “C’mere. We’ll forget about it in the morning.”

You both move closer under the covers. You blame sleep and grief for the kiss you press to his clavicle, and you’re sure you’re dreaming they way he murmured, “How the fuck did I ever leave you?”

—

Jamie is true to his word. He doesn’t say a word when you wake up, just extricates himself from your hold and goes downstairs.

“I’ll be here for today,” he tells you once you drag yourself out of bed. “After that, you can decide how you feel about me. You don’t have to think about it today.”

It’s a four-hour drive to Manchester, and you’re not sure when it was decided that a) Jamie was coming with you, or b) that he’d be the one driving. He stops to pick up breakfast and coffee and doesn’t say a word about eating in his fancy car. You stare out the window and let the music playing over the speakers flow over you. It’s still raining, less than last night but still heavily. 

You grip Jamie’s hand with white knuckles and cry, truly cry in a way you only allow once a year but this time, there’s a new component.

I could’ve had this, you think. You and Jamie, together.

Something new tugs at your chest and you turn to look at Jamie. Tears have gathered in the corners of his eyes, and he’s sniffling a but, trying not to let it show. 

You readjust in your seat so you’re leaning against his arm, and he tilts his head to rest on yours for a fraction of a moment. 

—

Your mum’s place is the same as it always is. Her name, printed in rounded letters. The dates, signifying that she did not spend enough time here. You place down your blanket and sit, back against the headstone as usual with your head tilted up to the sky. Jamie stands a good distance away, just watching with his hands shoved in his pockets. 

“Hi mum,” you begin, voice cracking. “Um, I’m sorry I don’t get up here much. But that’s what kids do, right? Leave the nest and only visit on holidays. 

Things are going well still. I’ve gotten offers for collabs with some brands, so I guess that’s cool. Jamie’s here, he’s by the tree though. I don’t- I don’t know what to do about it, mum. I wish you were here. You always saw things clearer than any of us, and I just don’t know. Turns out I didn’t ever stop loving him. Keeley thinks we have this weird cosmic connection or something. Do you believe in that? I think you might have. 

I- I think we’re going to see Georgie and Simon after this. I don’t really know. I haven’t been thinking straight today, you know. I just miss you.  I want to hug you again and I promise I’m okay on my own, it’s just hard sometimes. I thought- I thought-”

You’re unable to get the rest of the words out. It’s fucking sunny out and it feels wrong, like the world should remember this is a day to mourn a soul who should’ve been around longer. The sky should at least have the decency to cry along with you. 

A hand touches your face to wipe away a tear. You wrap your arms around Jamie’s neck and he just holds you for a minute, an hour, a year. Time might be passing but you’re unaware of it. He’s whispering in your ear, saying, “I’ve got you, it’s alright love, take as much time as you need,” but it’s only sounds to you. Sweet sounds, but not comprehensible words. 

It’s safe, here. It shouldn’t be, here on your mother’s grave with your cheating ex-boyfriend in your arms, but it doesn’t feel like that. 

It feels more like you’ve finally arrived home after years of travel. 

Jamie feels the same as he did before he made it to the Premier League, back when he’d nick flowers from a garden and climb through your window late at night, not like the prideful boy who broke your heart in five minutes over the phone. 

“I’m here as long as you need,” he murmurs, and you believe him. 

You pull away slightly to look him in the face. “I love you,” you say. 

He smiles, but only with his eyes as he swipes a thumb under your eye. “I love you too,” he says. “Don’t think I ever really stopped.”

It’s at that exact moment that the sun disappears behind a cloud and it begins to rain. 

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[pippytmi]

leah x fatin from this prompt list: "it’s like 3AM and my roommate locked me out of the house and I forgot my keys and I’m really drunk pls take pity on me and let me crash at your place for the night o’ neighbor of mine AU"

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“Dorothy,” Fatin groans, thumping her head against the door for the millionth time. “Please, please, let me in. Are you mad at me? Is it because I called your boyfriend a grade-A hottie? I was just trying to be supportive, I don’t really find him that hot.” She pauses. “Or is it the laundry thing? I swear I’ll stop stealing your T-shirts and actually go to the laundromat more. I’ve never touched your lesbian cargo pants! Doesn't that count for anything? Dorothyyyy.”

Still nothing but continued silence. Fatin takes a sad gulp of her beatbox and debates crying. Maybe then Dot will open the door—she hates it when Fatin cries, calls it gross and ugly. At the very least, Dot won't subject the neighbors to it.

There’s a sudden cough, and Fatin sits up, prepared to fight for her life (or at least her drink), but there’s no danger in sight; it’s just Leah, the reclusive student who lives across the hall, who sometimes comes over when Dot needs help drinking the beer Fatin refuses to touch. “I think your roommate is out,” she tells Fatin slowly. “I saw her leave like three hours ago.”

“Well fuck me,” Fatin says, stunned. “I’ve been groveling to that bitch for like twenty minutes.”

Leah shifts from foot to foot, obviously uncomfortable. “Yeah, I heard you,” she says. “It’s kind of distracting.”

“Distracting?” Fatin repeats, first out loud, and then several more times in her head, not sure what to make of it. Until understanding suddenly dawns, and she sits up with a renewed interest. “Holy shit, do you have company over? Are you getting some?”

“What? No!” Leah’s skin turns a bright shade of red. “I’m trying to write a paper.”

“Ugh, lame,” Fatin says, slumping right back against the floor. “Just when I thought you might be interesting.”

Leah blinks. “Okay, well,” she says after a beat. “I just wanted to let you know.” She cracks open her apartment door, lingering in the doorway only to ask, “Will you be…alright?”

“No, Leah, I will not,” Fatin scoffs. “I’m drunk as shit and I need to pee and Dot has obviously abandoned me when I need her the most. I'm probably going to die in this hallway.” She has to pause for a necessary shiver. “I think this might be the lowest I've ever been. Like, physically and emotionally.”

Two doors down, there is the distinct sound of a bang against the wall. “Shut the fuck up!”

“You shut up!” Fatin yells back at whoever it is. Toni, probably. What an asshole.

Leah doesn't move, still half-shielded by her own door, and she does not comment on Toni’s asshole-ness. “Did you try calling Dot’s phone?”

“Obviously,” Fatin says. “But now my phone’s dead, and Dot didn't answer any of my calls. I called her like fifty times, Leah. At least.”

Another bang. “It's three in the fucking morning!”

“Go to hell, Toni!”

Leah sighs. “I can try to call Dot,” she says, like this is all some big inconvenience to her, which is really very rude considering that Fatin and Dot are stellar neighbors. Plus Dot is almost Leah’s friend, so…Fatin is a friend by association. Or whatever. “Do you have anywhere you can stay in the meantime?”

“No, I live here now,” Fatin says sorrowfully, stretching out onto the horrifyingly sticky carpet floor. “Hey. Wait a second, I can just crash with you!”

“Uh,” Leah casts an uneasy glance over her shoulder. “My roommate is asleep, and the place isn't really fit for…company.”

“Are you really going to make me beg twice?” Fatin says. “Cause you know I can do it. I will cry on your doorstep. That is a threat and a promise.” She sits up, determined, as Leah continues to hesitate. “Come on! Take pity on a poor, drunk, damsel in distress. I have a stupid chem final tomorrow—are you really going to let me suffer out here all night?”

“I guess you can stay until Dot’s back,” Leah says, finally opening her door all the way. “But you have to be really quiet. Rachel will kill both of us if you wake her up.”

“Rachel loves me, don’t even worry,” Fatin says, downing the rest of her beatbox in one go. Or mostly, anyway, because some of it spills out of the corner of her mouth. Whatever, it’s not like the carpet hasn’t seen worse spills.

Leah doesn’t attempt to hide her wince. But she also does not take her invitation back, so Fatin counts it as a win.

“I’ll get you a phone charger,” Leah says. A beat. “And some water.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” Fatin says, sinking onto the couch with a deep, satisfied exhale. “Any chance you have food? I would actually kill for something deep-fried.”

“We probably don’t have much, but you can look,” Leah’s voice fades out as she vanishes into the bedroom, and Fatin doesn’t need to be told twice.

Probably is too kind a word—there is absolutely nothing to eat at all, beside a stack of individual meals in tupperware that are aggressively labeled “Rachel.” Fatin abandons the fridge and rummages through the cupboards instead, finding her saving grace in the one constant of any college diet: instant ramen.

Before Fatin can even tear it open for an attempt at (drunk) cooking, Leah comes back, and she eyes Fatin up and down like she wants to say something but doesn't. Except: “I found a charger.”

Fatin hugs the ramen to her chest and can only stare. “That's not an iPhone charger,” she says. “Oh God, are you an Android girl?”

Leah frowns. “What’s wrong with having an Android?”

“I am so sorry you live in the dinosaur age,” Fatin says, crinkling her nose in disgust. “Forget it, I’ll have to borrow one from Rachel in the morning.”

“So now you’re staying the night?” Leah doesn’t even try to hide her unease at the idea.

Fatin huffs. “Oh relax, I’m not trying to sleep in your bed or anything,” she says. “Just let me crash on your couch, c’mon. Don't be a dick…please.”

“Fine, whatever,” Leah says, obviously affronted at the idea of being called a dick. “You’re not going to throw up, are you?”

“No, I will not throw up on your precious couch. Damn, you’re judgy.” Fatin goes right back to her unopened ramen in a futile attempt to open it with her nails (they’re a new set, and too expensive to break), before Leah finally sighs and takes pity on her.

“If I make you something to eat, will you be quiet?”

“Can you even cook?” Fatin snarks right back, but Leah plucks the bag from Fatin’s hands without taking the bait.

“Bathroom’s the first door down the hallway,” Leah says—an obvious dismissal—and Fatin would be offended if she didn't have to take a piss.

The bathroom mirror has seen better days, cracked right down the middle like something out of a horror movie. Fatin’s mascara-smeared face reflects back at her, and she halfheartedly scrubs at the marks until she looks more alive.

When she’s done, she re-enters the kitchen to find Leah poking the bubbling Ramen with a fork and inspiring zero confidence that this girl can even cook. The fact is only driven home when Leah asks,

“Do you want cheese?”

“Cheese?” Fatin repeats. “Am I a fucking mouse?”

Leah rolls her eyes. “On your noodles.” She waves a Kraft single between two fingers, and Fatin officially loses all respect for this girl.

“Ew, no way,” Fatin says. “That stuff's practically radioactive.”

“Then here.” Leah pours the soup into a bowl, immediately moves off to rinse out the pot and clean up the minimal mess from her efforts.

Suddenly, Fatin feels the tiniest bit guilty. Maybe she's not exactly the best house guest…or whatever. “Wait, don't you want some of this?”

Leah twists to look at Fatin, and she's noticeably perplexed at the offer. “It's three in the morning.”

“And?” Fatin waits for a better answer. Leah doesn't give one.

So that's how they end up splitting instant ramen noodles, Leah with (gross) cheese on hers and Fatin with a generous helping of Sriracha on her own. They put the TV on mute and read the subtitles for a horrible black-and-white movie on Netflix, and a thought suddenly occurs to Fatin.

“Hey, is this a date?”

Leah chokes. “What?”

“We’re having dinner and watching a movie,” Fatin says. “This is more wine and dine action than I’ve seen in years.”

“I’m just keeping you company until Dot comes home or you fall asleep,” Leah says. “God, you’re a lot more self-centered than Dot says.”

Fatin narrows her eyes. “She told you I was self-centered?”

“She said self-involved, actually.” Leah carefully drinks some soup from the rim of her bowl. “And you’re also drunk. I wouldn’t go on a date with a drunk person.”

“So you’re saying you would consider a date with me when I’m sober?” Fatin asks, and Leah turns a bright shade of red.

“No,” Leah says, and continues eating.

“That would be a lot more convincing if you didn’t keep staring at my tits,” Fatin says, unfazed as she waves her chopsticks in the air, and Leah chokes all over again.

(It’s certainly going to be something to revisit in the morning, in any case).

[mistyheart]

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featuring ✿ task force 141 x reader

notes: all these quotes were generated with @scatterpatter ‘s generator. Also, i can’t use the read more/keep reading feature because then everything under that text break disappears or bugs, anyone else has this problem?

Soap: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Ghost: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Reader: Smad.

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Gaz: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.

Ghost: ... Your what?

Gaz: My friends.

Price: Is he saying “friends”?

Soap: I think he’s being sarcastic.

Reader: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Gaz! All of your friends are in this room.

Gaz: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

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Gaz: What does 'take out' mean?

Soap: Food.

Reader: Dating

Price: Murder

Ghost: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

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Reader: Here's some advice

Soap: I didn't ask for any

Reader: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

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Reader: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Price: I wake up at 4:30 AM

Reader:

Reader: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

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Reader: Hey Ghost can I get a sip of your water?

Ghost: It's not water.

Reader: Vodka, I like your style!

Ghost: It's vinegar.

Reader: Wh-Wha-

Ghost: It's vinegar, COWARD.

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Store Worker: Would a Mr. Price please come to the front desk?

Price, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: points to Reader and Gaz

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Reader and Gaz, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Price: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me

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Soap: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Ghost: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

Reader, who accidentally eavesdropped, calling someone on their phone: I don’t think I’m gonna need that telescope anymore.

[deadassluv]

Okay this is my last post until chaos theory s2 comes out. I’m gonna talk about things I expect to see in season 2. Dinostar love confession/argument flashback- I need an argument or love confession. I want to see Brooklynn face when Darius told her his feelings, I want to see them argue, I want to see Darius hesitating on meeting up with Brooklynn. I just need more Angst.

Sammy’s family problems explanation- I need an explanation because how in the world did that even happened? Like why aren’t her parents talking to her? That girl sacrificed herself for them, why would they stop talking to her? Is not homophobia because Sammy’s father seemed to be okay with it in the last episode of cc, and Yaz even moved in with them. I heard its because she turned vegetarian or some like that but she literally ate a corn dog with Ben so I don’t think that’s it. The most possible one is Bumpy or her parents being afraid of living in the country side. Maybe her family didn’t wanted to deal with a dinosaur. Or maybe they were too scared to keep living on the country side so they moved, and that made Sammy not want to talk to them anymore. Idk, they better explain that.

Ben’s girlfriend- I need more information about her cause I ain’t believing that yet. The way he said it was not very convincing to me. (I think he might be hiding something.) but I do hope is real though. Just imagine how funny it would be if Ben asked Yaz, Sammy, or Kenji for girlfriend advice.

The Long Run chapter but reversed- What I mean with this is instead of Yaz saving Sammy, is Sammy saving Yaz. That’s it. I need it.

More Darius and Kenji bonding- I need this y’all. I want them to talk about their times as brothers when they lived in the same house and were taking care of by the same mother. I so need this :(

Brooklynn and Handler- I want those two to at least look at each other. Badass woman should always meet another badass woman. (Not a ship)

Mae, Roxy, or Dave- I want them to at least be mentioned. I miss Mae so much.

Angel and Rabel-Please come home your parents miss you. ;(

Nublar six back together- I want them to reunite with Brooklynn so baddddd. I don’t want them to be happy though, at least not right away. I want them to be mad at her because that girl made them sufferrrrr so much and for what? Like I better see some arguing.

Handler- I just want more handler content, she’s just too good.

The new characters lore- I’m so excited for the new characters they look so good, I want a background story for them😭

That’s all…I’m so excited for this season chat, I’m waking up at 3am Thursday to at least have an hour and a half to watch the show before I have to go to school :( (I’m binging when I get home)

[toppersjeep]

[Chapter 1] Pieces- George Russell/ Charles Leclerc

Masterlist

Warnings- Mentions of cheating, yelling, swearing.

Livs POV

I was woken up when I heard the apartment door open. I turned over to look at my clock 3am. Who was coming home at this time. I looked behind me to see no sign of George.

The bedroom door opened and George slowly came in. Of course he did this. I don’t know why I put up with it. All he did was lie to me.

“You still awake love” George said bending down to kiss me. “Who is she” I said. “Have you gone mad love” George said. “George don’t lie to me” I said. “Livy” George said. “I’m so sick of this” I said. “Will you stop it’s 3 in the morning” George said laying down.

“Yeah and you are just coming into bed” I said. “Well sorry I was celebrating my win” George said. “You should’ve been here” I said. “You complain to much you know” George said. “Is that why you still see her” I said. “I’m not doing this” George said. “I’m not good enough for you” I said.

“I didn’t say that Livy” he said. “I’m so sick of this” I said. “Then leave” George said. “What” I said. “Just go somewhere I can’t handle you” George said. “Fuck you” I said.

I grabbed my keys and walked out the door. I got in my car and just drove. I hated when he acted like this. I knew he was still seeing Carmen. But I didn’t know why. What did I do to deserve this.

I parked my car. I was hoping Charles was home. I needed to see him. He had no idea what was going on. But he was the only person I could turn to. I walked up to his apartment and knocked on the door.

It took a minute but he opened it. He rubbed his eyes and looked at me.

“Chéri what’s wrong” Charles said I teared up. He just pulled me into a hug. “I mess everything up it’s all my fault” I said. “Come in talk to me” Charles said. I went into his apartment.

“Sorry I can go” I said. He threw a shirt on. “No it’s fine what’s going on” Charles said I sat on his couch. “I feel like I keep.. screwing things up” I said. “What do you mean Liv” Charles said. “It’s like whatever I do it’s not good enough” I said.

“Who’s making you feel this way.. George” Charles said I didn’t look at him. I just looked at the ground. “Tell me what’s going on he doesn’t hurt you right” Charles said holding my hand. “No.. he doesn’t” I said. “What happened” Charles said.

“It started last year… I didn’t think he was still seeing her” I said. “He’s cheating on you” Charles said. “Yes and I thought after last year he stopped” I said. “But now he’s coming home late.. and I see the texts” I said. “Let me talk to him” Charles said. I grabbed his hand.

“Please don’t do that” I said. “Olivia why are you still with him” Charles said. “I don’t know Charles” I said. “You can’t be with someone who treats you like this” Charles said. “I thought he’d change… maybe he still can” I said. “What he’s doing isn’t okay” Charles said.

“Maybe this is the love I deserve” I said. “But it’s not” Charles said. “Charles… you don’t get it” I said. “Liv I’ve been in love this is not love” Charles said. “Charles I don’t know what to do anymore” I said. “Leave him” Charles said.

“It’s not that simple nobody knows besides you” I said. “What are you afraid of” Charles asked. “Everyone finding out that he’s cheating” I said getting up and looking out the window. “So what if they find out he’s an asshole” Charles said. “And he’d lose his seat I’d ruin his career” I said.

“Maybe that’s exactly what he deserves Olivia after what he’s done” Charles said. “I can’t put myself to do it” I said. “So you are gonna let him keep doing this” Charles said. “What else am I gonna do” I said. “I can’t let him do this your my best friend” Charles said.

“Please don’t tell anyone Char” I said. “Liv he can’t do this to you.. I can’t watch you do this to yourself” Charles said. “Charles” I said. “You deserve so much better than him” Charles said. “But.. I can’t” I said Charles wiped my tear. “Olivia” Charles said.

“I should go home” I said. “You can stay here I’ll sleep on my couch” Charles said. “He’s probably worried” I said. “If he’s cheated on you constantly I doubt it” Charles said. “I’m not gonna fight with you” I said. “I just think you deserve better” Charles said.

“I’ll stay here can we stop talking about this” I said. “Fine” Charles said. “You can sleep in your room” I said laying on the couch. “Okay” Charles said. He then covered me up with a blanket. “Thank you” I said. He shut the lights off. “Goodnight” he said walking away.

A week later….

I walked into the paddock with George. We had to make it look like everything was fine. When in reality it wasn’t.

“Wanna do dinner tonight Liv” George said. “Sure” I said. “I think your Dad wanted to set something up” he said I smiled. “We can do that” I said. “Good luck with your interviews today” George said kissing my cheek. “Good luck I’ll be watching the race” I said he smiled.

“I got my good luck charm I’m sure I’ll win” George said. I then saw Charles give me a look. “I’m gonna go get started with Ferrari” I said. “Alright love have fun” George said. I walked over to Charles. “Are you ready for the interviews” I said. “Seriously” Charles said.

“Don’t start we talked about this” I said. “Yeah and I’d love to punch him” Charles said. “Charles” I said. “Liv you know what I think” Charles said. “I know” I said. “You look beautiful Olivia” Carlos said. “Thank you let’s get the interview started” I said.

After the interview Charles pulled me aside.

“So you gonna watch the race here or in Mercedes” Charles said. “You know my Dad wants me in Mercedes” I said. “But I want my best friend to watch my race” Charles said I smiled. “Charles..” I said. “I know you gotta go watch your idiot boyfriend” Charles said.

“Good luck okay” I said hugging him. “I’m serious he’s stupid” Charles said. “Mmmh” I said. “Alright go on” Charles said.

I went back to the Mercedes paddock and put my headphones on.

“So dinner tonight with you and George” Dad said. “Sounds good” I said. “You okay olive you look exhausted” Dad said. “I’m good just busy with interviews” I said.

“There she is..” George said kissing me. “Good luck” I said. “I love you” George said. He then got in his car. “Something is different” Dad said. “Oh you know him he’s in his head” I said.

“That’s true but we are giving him an extension so he’ll be driving with us” Dad said. “That’s good” I said. “He’s part of this family and a great driver” Dad said. “He’s something” I said quietly.

As we watched the races. I paid attention to Charles race too. I noticed how George was fighting him. And that Charles wasn’t letting George through.

“What’s Leclerc doing” Dad said. “Not letting him through” I said. “God he’s gotta be careful” Dad said. “George has it” I said. Then George hit Charles tire and they both spun off the track.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” Dad said. George got out and yelled at Charles. Charles then shoved him away from him. I watched as they exchanged words. I was praying Charles kept his word. And didn’t say anything.

They then walked away from each other. George walked back up to the garage. He took his helmet off and threw his gloves.

“George” I said walking over to him. “God Leclerc is so stupid not letting me by” George said. “But you shouldn’t have tried fo pass” I said. “It was open Liv” George said. “There was barley any room” I said. “Well he still was driving stupid” George said.

“I don’t care that he’s your best friend he’s a cunt and he can’t drive” George said. “What happened” I said. “He shoved me and called me an asshole” George said. “Okay” I said. “Still defending him” George said walking off. “George” I said. “Just let him him be” Dad said.