#my thing is knowing what looks pretty not how to make it work on the internet

[kianamaiart]

If you do end up going with a studio offer, will you be able to say after what studios were interested, even if you didn’t go with them? I’m super curious which ones are open to making shows with online pilots because the process seems pretty different!

Assume that it's most

It's not that different of a process. The process as I know it, is you go to them with a pitch. Usually a sample script, a storyboard, a logline or some visuals. It's pretty open and usually however much or however little you feel you need to pitch. If the development execs feel your work aligns with what they're looking for you move to development which can take anywhere from 2-5 years. In development you'll create a bible, discuss the format of the series (number of seasons, number of episodes, 11s/22s, etc.) From there you write the pilot script. Then go back and forth with notes for however long (I've seen people work on the same pilot script for years just because of how slow the development process is and how involved notes are). Then after that you get going on production of the pilot and start bringing on other artists/people to help. In some cases the pilot is fully animated but that's kinda rare to my knowledge. I believe there's some focus testing that happens in between as well. After that, the studio decides if you're greenlit or not and that's that.

My pilot acted as the pitch, script, pilot animatic, some of the general development process and also (limited) focus testing. Because it did well, there's more reason to believe it'll do well with a studio and there wouldn't need to be as much back and forth and notes and changes. It would still be subject to change (and maybe still a lot depending on the studio), but the success does give me a leg up in pushing back on notes.

Having a full pilot done doesn't necessarily mean you'll have it easier or that the process will be different. The only thing having an online pilot might change is how long the process is but that all hinges on how much the studio likes the pilot as is and if it aligns with what they're looking for

[ariestrxsh]

sub!virgin!matt x neighbor!reader

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 content warning: smut, angst, jealousy, mommy kink, oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, hair pulling, matt cums in his pants

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 summary: after finding out that matt's ex, may, is in town, you become overwhelmed with jealousy, and you make him go down on you to get his mind off of her while his dad is downstairs

sorry that it takes me three months to write one fucking chapter 💔

dividers by @/anitalenia

Me & U

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

"You did what?" You asked Matt, standing in his bedroom after he'd just broken the news to you that May's in town, and he had gone to breakfast with her while you were stuck at work, stocking butt plugs and dildos. You shot him a glare, letting him know you weren't happy with him talking with his ex, much less meeting up with her.

"It's not a big deal. We both just needed closure," Matt shrugged, avoiding eye contact with you. "You needed closure?" You scoffed at his comment. What in the hell would he need closure with May for when he had you?

"Couples who break up don't need closure. Closure means you still care about someone and are trying to keep them in your life. Plus, you guys don't need to sit down and talk about it over fuckin' french toast! Sounds like something that could've been done over text."

Deep down, Matt knew that there was a little bit of truth to what you were saying. However, May was the one who blindsided him by showing up in his new town and making him feel obligated to go to breakfast with her.

What he didn't want to tell you is that she had begged for him back, cried in his arms after he'd told her he had a new girlfriend, and stuck him with the bill when she stormed out in the middle of the meal.

"Look. I didn't invite her here. I didn't want to go, but she sprung this on me," he explained, raising his hands in a defensive gesture.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" You crossed your arms over your chest, tightening your jaw. "I didn't know she was going to come out here until she texted me today, telling me she was in town. This is the soonest I could tell you unless you wanted me to do it over text while you were at work," Matt quietly replied, replaying the morning in his head.

You were silent for a moment, caught somewhere in the middle between wanting to ask how the meeting went and not wanting to know in case anything happened that would hurt your feelings.

"Did you tell her how good I fucked you the other night?" You inquired, raising an eyebrow as you took a step closer to him. His blue eyes flicked up to meet yours. "No.. I wouldn't tell her that kind of thing. It would upset her," Matt sternly said. That's kind of the point, you thought to yourself.

You could see the hurt in his face. You hated seeing him like this, especially over another girl. Jealousy welled up inside of you, begging for some kind of outlet. Out of nowhere, you kicked off your shoes and started undoing the button on your shorts.

"W-what are you doing?" Matt asked, looking at you wide-eyed while he watched you undress. "Helping you get over her," you casually said. "I thought you were mad at me. What is actually happening right now?" He asked, furrowing his brow but unable to take his stare off of you.

"I'm going to make you forget all about her," you responded, removing your oversized t-shirt and slipping out of your lacy underwear, tossing both carelessly on Matt's bedroom floor along with the rest of your clothes.

Matt's confused expression slowly transformed into a lustful gaze as you climbed onto his bed, laid on your back, and slowly spread open your legs. His eyes danced across your breasts and your pretty pink hole.

"My dad's downstairs.." Matt started to say, worrying that the two of you would be caught if he gave into you right now. "Then you better hope he doesn't hear us, hmm?" You replied, a smile forming on your lips as you began to rub your clit in circles.

He watched you, intrigued by what you were going to do next. Blood rushed to his cock, and it twitched to life as you let out a few soft moans. "Why don't you be a good boy and come lick it?" You gazed into his eyes, spreading your lower lips open with your two fingers to show him you were dripping with arousal.

Matt gave you a needy look and nodded, "Yes, mommy." He slowly nestled himself between your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses along the inside of each one. He teased you for a few more minutes, grazing your skin with his soft lips and his warm breath drifting over your cunt.

It wasn't long before he made direct contact with your clit, his tongue flickering over it and sending waves of desire through you. He tenderly latched onto your sensitive bundle of nerves, gently suckling as you let out a few oohs and aahs.

His tongue worked tirelessly, manipulating your delicate folds and trying to elicit as many sounds from you as he could. "Such a good boy. Mommy's so proud of how well you eat pussy," you quietly praised him, running your fingers through his hair.

He hummed against your clit, delivering ripples of pleasure through you as he delighted in your sweet words. "You sure you've never done this before?" You wondered aloud, impressed by the fact that he matched the exact technique and pressure you liked without needing any direction.

He glanced up at you for half a second, shook his head, and diverted his eyes again, growing shy from having you watch him. His cheeks grew red, and his palms started to sweat, but his tongue never faltered.

Matt wasn't exactly sure what he was doing, but he'd been dreaming of burying his head between your legs from the moment he met you, and his enthusiasm about doing it was enough to have you humping his face.

"Look at me, pretty boy," you whispered, tugging on his locks of brown, and Matt's blue eyes obediently met yours as he whimpered against your sweet spot once more. "That's it. Lick it faster," you directed him, lifting your hips and grinding against Matt's skillful tongue he eagerly explored you.

With your free hand, you gripped the sheets beneath you as his perfect lips alternated between kissing and sucking on your clit. "It's hard for you to think about May when my pussy's in your mouth, isn't it?" You cooed, pushing Matt's head down until his tongue was penetrating your cunt. "Mhmm," Matt moaned and nodded while he pleased you.

Matt's hard cock starting aching while you spoke to him, and he started rutting his erection into the mattress beneath him to chase away the pressure that was building. "Good boy. The only thing you're going to think about for the rest of the day is being between my thighs. Got it?" You cooed.

"Yes, mommy," he murmured against your heat. You threw your head back and let your eyes fall shut while you relished in the velvety sensation of Matt's lips. You felt the knot in your stomach forming, threatening to snap any moment. "You're making mommy so close," you squealed, smiling and biting down on your lip.

"Who's a good boy?" You sweetly asked Matt as you peered back down at his glazed over eyes and pussydrunk expression. You felt yourself starting to relinquish control to the incredible release that started to wash over you. Your legs started to shake and close down around Matt's ears as you gripped his hair a bit more tightly with one hand and the blanket beneath you in the other.

He continued grinding against the bedding, coming undone with you as you were rolling your hips forward, riding your orgasm out to the very end. "Oh, Matthew," you whined, finishing all over his tongue while Matt finished in his jeans, delightfully moaning against your clit.

You let out a final sigh, leaning back onto Matt's pillow while you recovered from the intense feeling, but you held Matt in place with your thighs wrapped around his head. "You're my boyfriend now. And I don't want you talking to May unless it's to tell her how good I taste or how hard you cum when I ride you. Got it?" You glared down at him.

"That seems unfair. It was a three-year long rela-" Matt started to say, but you cut him off. "Matthew, what did I say?" You asked in a stern voice, tightening your grip around his head with your strong thighs. "Yes, mommy," he obediently responded. "That's what I thought you said," you told him, loosening the headlock you held him in.

The corner of his lip turned up into a smirk, secretly loving the idea of you getting possessive over him like that. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but are you.. jealous?" Matt wondered, standing to his feet and wiping your arousal from his chin with the back of his hand.

"I don't get jealous," you lied, rolling your eyes. "Sure, you don't. You don't get jealous, and I don't cum in my pants just from eating you out," Matt teased, peering down at the wet spot on the front of his jeans.

"Shut the fuck up," you playfully smiled at him. "It's a shame May never got to see you like this, hmm? See how easy you are to please?" You taunted him. He chuckled, picking your clothes up off the floor and tossing them onto the bed beside you.

"Even if we had ever done anything sexual, I don't think she could have ever made me cum that fast," Matt admitted, unbuttoning his pants to change out of them. You grinned in satisfaction at Matt's admission. "Good."

[digitald0rk]

thinking about mohawk mark as a racer lord save me. he has a tongue piercing in this because i said so. suggestive content. fem reader.

there he goes winning another race, the sounds of the loud engines buzzing and roaring finally coming to a halt, your eyes land on the winner — mark, all smug, little too cocky and looking a little too good.

"see something you like sweetheart?" he raises an eyebrow playfully once he's taken off his helmet, amused by your not so subtle gawking as he gets out of his car, that he would probably kill for.

he is dangerous, you've seen the amount of batshit crazy things he's done just to win a race — he doesn't think before acting, he doesn't need to, not when his fists can do all the work just fine.

but he's also he's infuriating. infuriatingly hot.

sweat clings onto his skin — his hair slightly damp from it, sticking to his forehead as he flashes you that damn smile that has your knees weak. and that look in his eyes, that mischievous glint is nothing but trouble.

"haven't seen you in ages," he walks closer to you — eyes shamelessly raking over your figure, practically undressing you with his gaze alone. "been busy doing stuff hm?"

"yeah, i guess."

"well too bad," he sighs dramatically, still smirking, he leans in — his hot breath fanning against your neck before his lips brush against your ear, he whispers, "should've been busy doing me instead."

yeah, you feel a heartbeat and it's not the one from your chest alright.

"let me take you for a ride, pretty girl," he licks a strip up your neck — tongue hot and heavy, you can feel the barbell of his tongue piercing slide across the expanse of your neck, making you shiver.

you wonder how it would feel sliding across somewhere else.

"a real ride," he pulls away slightly to look into your eyes, grinning — you know that look all too well and it settles a very familiar ache between your thighs.

"but you'll have to hold on tight."

notes : um it is currently 4:56 am lol idk what this is </3 i am so down bad.

© digitald0rk 2025. do not copy, repost or use my work!

[catssluvr]

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒏, spencer reid

spencer reid x fem!reader (923 words)

in which you and spencer talk outside the bar on a night out with the bau

warnings: none :)

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You stand outside the noisy bar, the nice music coming from inside and the breeze of fresh air brushing your cheek being enough to bring ease to you.

It would be a lie to say you´re a fan of this type of going out, but it is nice to spend some time with the team outside of work and you're more than happy to sit quietly and sip on your soda while they do shots.

But tonight the building feels louder than usual, too loud. Not really enough to make you feel anxious, but definitely enough to make you crave the fresh night air, away from all the sweaty bodies.

You see Spencer approaching you from the corner of your eyes, an awkward smile plastered on his lips. Warmth spreads across your chest, leaving you unable to stop the smile from appearing on your face too.

"Hey, can i join you?" He asks, sitting next to you as soon as you nod in agreement, "Here, i got this for you." He hands you the soda in his hand.

"Thank you." You reply quietly, hand grazing his for a moment longer than it should. You scan the paper cup that he's now holding between his hands, a frown etching your face once you realise what's on the inside.

"Spence, why are you drinking coffee at eleven pm?" You question with raised eyebrows.

"Oh- uhm- i just thought that since i'm usually in bed by this time and i want to drive you home i should make sure i'm very awake. You know, just to make sure." Spencer rambles, cheeks pink and head cast down in a way that makes you sure that he wasn't expecting you to notice.

“You really don’t have to do that for me, Spence.” Though your smile is really just grateful.

“I do.” He answers as if it’s the most obvious thing.

You're both silent for a moment, the same familiar and comfortable silence that you're sure he enjoys just as much as you. You can't help but subtly look to admire his enviable jaw, his nose the nicest shade of pink from the cold.

"Wait, you're actually freezing." You're too concentrated on the task at hand to notice he's reached to hold your hand in his, pulling away too quickly to start taking off his sweater. "Here, you should've told me."

"I don't want it- i mean i do, but you'll get cold too." It's hard to try and be calm when he's so close and the temptation to reach for the sweater that you know is very comfortable is very big.

"'Course not, my coffee will warm me up. Your soda is cold so you don't have that." It's a quite made on the spot excuse but it's also enough to convince you just a little bit.

"I'm pretty sure that's not how it works, S." Playing hard is fun when you get to see him flustered over the simplest thing.

"Just take it." Spencer practically shoves it in your arms, "Please?" And god, the baby doe eyes.

A huff escapes your mouth, a defeated one that makes his smile widen, mouthing a small 'thank you' to you. As if he's not the one doing something for you.

Spencer steps in front of you, helping you into the sweater without having to be asked to. You fight the urge to tell him he doesn't have to baby you as he untucks your hair, pulling it behind your ears before unfortunately siting back down.

He clears his throat, "I was thinking, do you want to spend the night at mine?" He continues before you get to answer, "I won't be able to sleep too soon, anyway. We could watch a movie- if you'd like, of course."

"Can we watch Juno?"

"Rewatch, you mean? And no, not happening." He teases.

"Oh, come on. You chose last time." You feign sadness, forcing a pout onto your lips and turning away to persuade him into having it your way

"Don't do that- we can rewatch it, i promise." He thinks before saying, "But you can't cry when Paulie visits Juno at the hospital again, okay? I really don't have any comforting methods left." Even though he knows he'd go to the ends of the world to find a way.

"And we can get a blueberry slushie on the way to your house?" Okay, maybe you really don't mind getting babied by him. It does feel selfish, Spencer isn't really your boyfriend. You're not sure what he is, neither of you are, but you can't exactly just call him your best friend either.

"And we can get a blueberry slushie on the way." He confirms, nudging your shoulder before pulling you closer to him and giving you the perfect excuse to rest your chin on his shoulder.

"You're very nice to me, S." You all but whisper.

"You're very easy to be nice to." Spencer replies, again like it's the most obvious thing. His lips ghost over your forehead, stopping at your temple to press a tentative kiss there.

"I'm gonna tell the other we'll get going, yes?" He says gently after a moment.

"Course." You smile, slightly hazy with a pounding heart.

It takes him a moment more than it should to let go of you, pretending to adjust his sweater that's now on you so that you're 'extra warm' before squeezing your shoulder and going into the bar in a hurry.

You nuzzle against the fabric of his sweater, the comforting sent making you forget all about the cold weather. And you definitely don't regret not bringing your coat outside.

When Spencer comes back with your bag and coat, he definitely doesn't make a fuss to get his sweater back either.

[hearts4mica]

Hi! I don't really make requests often, so I am kind of shy. I was wondering what would happen if the batfam stumbled cross neglected reader gambling. Their popular amongst most gamblers for how many wins they get and occasional goes against some villains and criminals there and here. And each time they win, they get money. That's all. Thank you for your time. 🌸(* ´ ▽ ` *)🌸

Hello! Thank you for your request!

We both reached for the gun.

Batfam x Neglected Gambler! Reader. Masterlist!

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“Russian roulette is not the same without a gun.”

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Life is about risking it all

Play

New Round

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New Round selected!

(Goodluck)

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You wouldn’t consider yourself a lucky person.

Ever since you were born life only brought misery to you, and more when Bruce Wayne brought you into his horror mansion.

Everywhere you went the cameras were on your face you felt like an spectacle, you lived in a place full of clowns where they dressed up everynight and dissapeared ‘til dawn.

You were the ringleader. Atleast that’s what you told yourself.

Some could say you were the forgotten ‘Wayne’ no one payed attention to you anymore, they only did when you were a child. The same with the media, now that you were ‘boring’ everyone forgot you.

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Well now you were all grown and you had matured.

If they don’t need you why would you want them near you?

You don’t need them.

So the moment you had saved enough money you ran away.

No one cared unsurprisingly

You now were a part of the show

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At the age of 21 your reputation began to grow. No one knew your real identity since you hid behind a mask, but now people respected you, your reputation went to the sky. You became a millionare very quickly.

They say gambling only brings misery to people but it’s only a problem if you lose.

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Desesperate men, women, everyone came to you to try and save themselves from their ginormous debts.

Your game was easy really! But no one ever really won.

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Another day another bet. Now it was towards a well-known millionare. His company had been falling into bankruptcy and he gambled all to you. You did the same of course! Why would you doubt your skill!

Everyday it was win or lose it all.

“I win Mr Reynolds. How would you like to pay your 20 million?” You say with a sinister smile.

His face became white. His eyes almost fell out of his sockets, it looked like he had seen a ghost.

“I-“ he started mumbling “Oh don’t tell me you don’t have enough money! Mr Reynolds i suppose you know how bets work am i right?” Your voice neutral. It was a common thing for you, stupid people came to you trying to win some money to be able to go back to the rich side of gotham.

“Mr Reynolds? I’ll repeat myself again. How would you like to pay your 20 million dollars?”

“I don’t have enough mone-“

“So you came to me. To just merely waste my time…Am i right?” You stood up from your chair grabbing your leather jacket. “Because if that’s the case… my pets are pretty hungry for human meat!”

You walked up to him and looked down towards him.

“You have one last chance to fix this misundestandin-“

He suddenly stood up and held a gun towards you.

“I guess that’s how it’s gonna go then.”

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“Well Mr Batsy i am innocent of all my meant murders! Mr Reynolds just happened to run into my knife! He ran into my knife ten times.”

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“Another dissapearance?”

“Another disapearance?” It was not really common for Bruce to call for ‘obligatory family meetings. Afterall the bats had a reputation of ‘working alone’.

“Yes and we might have some idea of who’s doing them.” He said while he turned around to look at the batcomputer there it shows a picture of you. His… child? If he could call you that since he had not been a father to you at all.

“Sooo that iss??” Damian said groaning. “Father we aren’t psychics”

“That’s your sister- you do remember having a sister right?”

“Umm Bruce are you okay? Do you need us to call Alfred?” “No-“

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After an embarrassing time explaining well everything about you the plan was done now they just had stick to it

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Another day another bet. It’s starting to get boring no one can ever win.

“Miss [name] we have a person who’d like to play a game with you. More specifically russian roulette.”

Oh? Well that’s interesting.

“Well bring them here”

Jason walked in.

Why is he here?! Does he remember you? No right?..

“Well it was time we saw again isn’t it sister?” Oh fuck

You stood abruptly from your chair. He never interacted with you not when he was robin not when he came back to life. He has no deal calling you ‘sister’.

“Jason Todd i wish i could say it was a pleasure but it would be an obvious lie. What can i owe the unpleasure?” Walking towards him you quickly scan him to make sure he wasn’t wearing anything that could rat you out to batman. “I never thought you hated your life so much to want to die again?”

“I’m here to make a bet with you.”

“No shit sherlock-“

“We’ll play russian roulette. If i win and you die i’ll revive you in the lazarus pit and you’ll go back to the Manor no more gambling for you.”

Die and come back to life? What a way to take fun out of things.

“And if you lose?” “Oh i won’t lose.”

“Jason if you lose besides dying first you’ll have to kill batman.”

“Deal.”

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Jason knew he couldn’t lose.

Tim had triggered some things from a gun the moment you weren’t in your casino so it was safe to say you weren’t screwed.

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After a while playing russian roulette that i won’t write your fate finally arrived.

You both agreed on seeing the bullet before firing so whoever lost could fulfill their part of the bet

You lost

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Congratulations! You lost your first bet.

(This game was not saved so you cannot back up on your own choices! Only if you restart the round)

Try again?

(Tip if you’re messing with vigilantes of Gotham (and you are related to them) don’t accept bets with them. Afterall they’ll find a way to outsmart you!)

Goodluck next time.

(Masterlist if you wanna check it out!)

Requests are open!

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[pinkslipxox]

Pull Over:

Summary: car smut 😭🫶

Warnings: smut 🙈❤️😘

**this took a hot minute, hope you all enjoy**

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You need her.

What doesn’t help at all right now is how good Billie looks, effortlessly beautiful and radiating a confidence that never fails to captivate you. Her raven black hair cascades down her shoulder in soft waves, catching the light and framing her face perfectly. Those pretty pink lips, full and warm, are curled into her signature smirk. The sunlight spills from the window, and it casts a warm glow over her features, highlighting the playful glimmer in her eyes and the delicate curve of her cheekbone. Every glance you steal from her sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

And your core.

The desire to be close to her, to feel her warm skin on yours, her lips on yours, is overwhelming. Her ring clad hand rests on your thigh, and the impure thoughts in your mind just begs for it to go up higher. Your breath hitches, her effect on you never fails to amaze you. Nor does she ever fail to deliver when it comes to you. God, you love it— and she knows it.

You’re on your way to Billie’s parents’ house to spend the afternoon there and have dinner. Just before you left, a quickie was in the works until Billie— fucking Billie— purposely pulled back and told you to be ready to leave in the next five minutes as she sauntered out of the bedroom with that goddamn smirk of hers.

“You’re a little quiet there,” Billie prompts as she quickly glances over at you, then back at the road. Her fingers dance lightly over the steering wheel. The family gathering is important, but at this moment, all you can think about is how you want her—how you need her.

“Billie,” you say softly, trying to hide the urgency in your voice. She glances at you, her piercing eyes finding yours, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips. Then, much to your pleasure and relief, Billie starts to move her fingers delicately against your skin. A rush of warmth courses through your body as she applies a gentle pressure on your thigh, and you have to bite back the moan that threatens to escape your lips.

“You good there, mamas?” Billie asks, her voice soft and teasing, as she continues her gentle ministrations. She knows damn well what she does to you. You shift in your seat, trying to reposition your thoughts as your eyes wander to the way Billie’s skin glows in the sunlight. But it’s no use.

“Can you pull over for a minute?” you reply, trying to sound casual but betraying the neediness that seeps through your words. She raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips, but without hesitation, she turns the car onto a quiet side road, familiar with how you get when you need her attention.

“Y/N,” Billie’s voice becomes firm yet there is a teasing lilt in it, “we can’t. My family’s waiting for us.” She says it as if she had no part in causing your frustration just a little while ago.

“Billie, please…” you whimper, not caring how needy or desperate you sound.

Billie scoffs, her eyes narrowed but the corners of her lips are curled up into a subtle smirk. “Give me one good reason why.”

“Because I need you!” you exclaim, your frustration mixing with your desires. Billie chuckles and her eyes sparkle with delight as she looks over at you, clearly entertained by your impatience.

“You’re such a needy little thing, huh?” It’s the way she says it, with that twinkle in her eye, that makes your heart flutter and your cheeks heat up.

You groan, defeated, and utterly, well, horny. “Fine! If you won’t pull over… I’ll do it myself.”

“Wait, what?“ Billie’s head instantly turns to you, her intense gaze lingering on you a little longer before she forces her attention back on the road.

You ignore her, fueled by the unignorable need and longing for touch, and slide your hand down your skirt and under your panties. Ever so slightly, you part your legs. The arousal that coats your pussy even surprises yourself. You’re aware of your girlfriend’s gaze on you as you begin to touch yourself, coaxing out soft moans and gasps as you knead your clit in slow, deliberate circular motions.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Billie huffs, tightening her grip on the steering wheel, her jaw clenched. “I can’t believe you!”

Her words go in one ear and out the other. All you can focus on is the pleasure that you’re giving yourself, although deep down you admit that it is not even near as delightful whenever Billie does it. You move your hand slowly towards your clothed breast, gently pinching and pulling them through the thin fabric of your blouse. Slowly, you tease the entrance of your aching core, and then slide your finger inside, curling the tip of your digit when you feel your spongy walls wrap around it.

“Mmm,” you moan, exaggerating the sound just to spite your girlfriend, adding another finger inside you. Your eyes flutter closed as you pump in and out, slowly, gently, savoring the pleasure coursing through your body. You apply more pressure to your hardened nipple, coaxing another vocalization that resonates inside the car.

“That’s it,” your girlfriend growls, her tone low and dangerously calm. With a quick sideways glance at the empty road ahead, Billie pulls off to the side of the road, and your heart beats in anticipation as it comes to a screeching halt.

You don’t waste any time; you fling your body to her, thighs straddling over Billie’s lap as your girlfriend instinctively grips your hips. Your mouths move together sloppily, tongues dancing and exploring with such urgency that your hearts race in tandem. You can’t help the soft moans that escape your lips as she pulls you closer, every flick of her tongue igniting flames of passion that have flickered since the moment you’ve first met each other.

Billie’s lips leave lingering kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck. Each press of her warm lips against you sends shivers cascading down your spine. She travels to your collarbone, the luxurious feel of her soft skin against yours amplifying the heat between you. As you roll your hips against the bulge of Billie’s strap. You hear Billie’s breath hitch, followed by a husky, “Goddamn�� that’s like music to your ears. Your blouse and bra are taken off in the midst of Billie’s ministrations, and Billie cups one of your breasts with her hand as her lips travel further down.

“More… Billie, more…” you urge softly, a gasp escaping as she finds your breasts, her kisses lingering there, igniting your senses. You moan softly, the sound echoing in the stillness of the vehicle, a melody of passion and intimacy.

“Backseat. Now,” Billie instructs— no, demands— and somehow, the two of you find yourselves slithering to the back, hands roaming each other’s curves, lips clashing together, gasps and moans echoing in perfect harmony.

The remaining clothing between you and Billie is quickly discarded— save for Billie’s boxers— as the passion, desire intensifies, each touch more fervent and daring. You lay back, Billie’s warm body pressed against yours, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable. Billie takes her sweet time kissing down your stomach, then your hips, and your inner thighs. Her breath is hot against your skin, and a shiver goes down your spine when you feel her tongue swipe gently over the spot where she's kissed. She gets close and close to where you need her the most, and just when you think she’s about to give you what you need, she purposefully moves to kiss another spot that leaves you squirming underneath.

“Billie… please…. I need you,” you whimper, and you feel her smirk against your skin. All you can do is pray that she doesn’t stop.

As if to answer your prayer, Billie’s head dips down between your legs, and a cry of pleasure escapes your lips as Billie licks a slow stripe upwards, then pressing her tongue flat against your clit. Her tongue moves with expert precision, her nose pressed against your pubic bone, coaxing out the gasps and moans that seem to urge her on. It feels and it sounds wet, and you can’t get enough of it. You reach down, gently twisting and pulling her hair, and her tongue flicks faster. And she begins to suck. She sucks and she sucks and she sucks.

Your back arches in response, hand tightening around Billie’s neck, and she groans. The vibrations make you shiver, and you are so fucking close that you swear that your soul could leave your body. All you can think, breathe, feel is Billie.

“Billie, yes!” you cry out, legs shaking, vision blurring, and all you can do is surrender.

“We’re not done yet,” Billie’s tone leaves no room for protests.

Not that you mind.

In one, swift motion, Billie removes her boxers to reveal her strap. Your breath hitches at the sight of it and you feel your pussy throb with anticipation. Her eyes never leave yours as she positions herself on top of you again. She’s gentle as she slips inside you, making you gasp sharply, and at your nod of approval, Billie begins to thrust. You wrap your legs around her waist, urging her on, and your head spins at how deep you feel her inside you.

“Good girl,” Billie praises, her voice husky and thick with desire, her nails digging into your soft skin. She moves faster, each stroke more pleasurable than the last. “Taking me so well. You just couldn’t wait until we got to my parents house, babe?”

She slaps your ass, hard.You let out another moan in response, hips rocking instinctively as Billie moves, but your girlfriend is quick to hold you in place. Then, in a blink of an eye, you find yourself on top of Billie. A guttural moan escapes your lips as the strap hits that spot just right, and you toss your head back in pleasure. Billie’s done this before, spontaneously switching positions in the moment, and needless to say, you absolutely love it.

“Billie…” you gasp, lost in the sensation, your heart racing. Billie’s hands roam, gripping your waist, pulling you deeper, closer, as if desperately trying to merge your souls. You can’t help but wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her in closer, needing to feel every heartbeat aligned with yours. The world outside fades completely; it’s just you, her, and the energy pulsating between your bodies.

“Atta girl,” Billie coos, her voice low and sultry, her lips pressing gently over your collarbone. “Just like that, baby.”

The car rocks gently as you lose yourselves further into each other, ecstasy coursing through your body in ripples. When she finally pulls you over the edge, it’s a powerful release, a moment where everything else fades away, leaving only the undeniable connection between the two of you. Billie rides the orgasm with you, and when it’s over, you fall on top of her, breathless and content, as Billie cradles you in her arms. Her fingers brush soothingly over your hair, your body still tingling from the aftershocks.

“That… was amazing,” you breath, utterly satisfied and spent, and Billie chuckles.

“You drive me crazy, Y/N,” she murmurs, her voice now soft and teasing. She presses her lips on your forehead, letting them linger there for a moment, before she adds in a soft whisper, “And I love you. So much.”

You giggle. “I love you, too, Bills.”

Then realization hits you— the family gathering.

“Billie!” you gasp, sitting up, and you let out a soft whimper as you realize that she’s still inside you. “Your parents! W-we’re late.”

“Better late than never,” Billie laughs, the mischievous glint in her eyes returning, and you playfully smack her arm.

“But we can’t show up looking and smelling like sex!” you stress, your cheeks flushing not just from the intimacy but out of embarrassment. “Finneas would never let it go.”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to go back home and wash up.” Billie smirks, and to your surprise and pleasure, she buckles her hips up, making you gasp. The fire inside you reignites, and you get the feeling that you won’t be making it to the family gathering anytime soon.

“Just one more round, first.”

[puck-luck]

Hiya Andy!!, could i pretty please order a chai latte with for Luke Hughes !!

(I’m thinking against the glass windows of the apartment 🫣)

WONDERFUL idea!! i started writing a fic like this a while ago but it never ended up going through and you motivated me to make it a reality! and i did have to take a break part of the way too because iiii needed time to daydream about lu

1.4K, warnings: spanking, use of a paddle, dom!luke, exhibitionist-ish, punishment, sir kink, praise, backshots, fingering <3

“Put your hands on the glass and keep them there.”

Luke’s voice is strong and certain. He stands behind you, no doubt staring at the expanse of your naked back.

Your eyes are wide, looking out at the overcast weather outside of the window. The apartment is on one of the top floors of a tall building and it’s late enough that most people are getting ready for bed and closing their blinds rather than gazing out at the city lights around them. No one will see, you tell yourself. The problem is, there’s always a chance that someone will see. That’s what Luke wants.

“Now.”

You lift your palms to the glass, your fingertips making contact first. The glass is cold, freezing against your skin. You feel rooted in place the second you lay your hands flat against the window, shoulder-width apart, hinging forward at the waist just barely. Luke has ample access.

“If I see them move,” Luke warns. “Or drop even an inch, your punishment doubles. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” you confirm meekly.

There’s a crack of Luke’s palm against the sensitive globes of your ass. “Yes…?”

“Yes, sir, I understand,” you correct yourself, breath already hitching from the first spank.

Your fix doesn’t earn you any praise, not yet, but you know it’s coming. Luke never gets very far without telling you how good you are, not when he sees how eagerly you take his punishment. 

“Do you know why I have you against the window?” Luke asks.

“Yes, sir,” you repeat.

“Tell me.”

“You said the next time I act up in public, you’ll punish me where everyone can see.”

“That’s right. Do you know why I’m punishing you today, Y/N?” 

Luke’s hands smooth over your asscheeks and knead the skin, distracting you. You hesitate too long before answering him, which is when Luke’s palm strikes you again and you stifle a whimper.

“You were flirting after the game,” Luke tells you. 

You weren’t, but that’s neither here nor there. You were congratulating Paul for having a good game. 

Luke raises his pitch and mocks you. “Your goal in the second was awesome, Paul,” he says. “I was so impressed.” He bats his hand against your behind. “What about me, baby? Weren’t you impressed by me?”

“I was,” you reply. “I’m always impressed by you, Lu.”

Another spank.

“Sir,” you rectify.

“What impressed you?” Luke asks. “Cotter’s goal, obviously, but what did I do? Since you’re impressed by me all the time, tell me what you liked most.”

Oh, you’re going to pay for this, but you have to spout the first thing that pops into your mind. Luke likes when you get bratty, after all. “I liked that you only fell down twice. That was impressive.”

You work hard to keep your expression clear, as if you’re being genuinely honest and not baiting Luke.

He sees through it, of course. His hand raises and comes down against your ass twice in a row, in the same spot, hard. “That smart mouth of yours,” Luke growls. “It only gets you in trouble. Remember when I said I was only going to make your ass pink, baby?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now I’m going to spank you until you can’t sit down without feeling my handprints on your skin,” Luke tells you. 

It sounds almost like a threat, but a thrill runs through you. Wiggling in place during dinner or while watching a movie because you can’t get comfortable, and seeing the pride in Luke’s eyes when you do? Yes, please.

“What if my hands hurt too much before I’m done with you?” Luke asks. “What should we do then?”

Your heart flutters in your chest, ascending into your esophagus. You’re so turned on that you can’t even form a full sentence for Luke, just one word: “Paddle.”

Luke’s smile stretches from ear to ear. “That’s what I like to hear.” He rubs over your skin possessively, heating it up to prepare you for the rest of your punishment.

You’re a bit of a mess after the first five strikes. Luke kicks your legs further apart after the tenth, and shushes your whimpering, spitting onto each of his palms before he brings them down on your stinging skin. 

“Are you going to flirt with the boys again?” Luke asks as you near the 25th spank. 

“No, sir, I’ll only flirt with you,” you promise in a sweet voice. You weren’t flirting, but you’re getting desperate for Luke to really, really touch you. Between slaps, Luke has stripped down to his boxers and ground his cock, growing harder and harder the more you whine, against your bare pussy. You can see his v-line in the reflection of the glass, disappearing into his boxers, and it’s killing you. The glass is cloudy in front of your face from all of your panting and you can feel sweat beading along the small of your back.

“That’s my good girl,” Luke finally praises. “Can you do five more for me? Then I’ll give you a reward for being so brave, taking everything I gave you.”

You nod. “Mhm, yes, five more. Whatever you want, sir.”

“My hand kind of hurts, sweetheart,” Luke sighs with a grimace. You see him shake it out in the reflection. “Are you sure?”

“Get the paddle, Lu, please,” you beg. Your slip of the tongue will have to wait. “Punish me, make sure I’ll never do it again. I won’t move, I promise.” 

“How about this,” Luke muses. He pulls your hips back, which makes your hands slide down the window until you’re nearly at a 90º angle. “You stay right here and I will be right back.”

You freeze in place, bowing your head and closing your eyes. You’re taking deep breath after deep breath, waiting for Luke to come back. You can see people across the street in their apartment, five floors down, moving around their living room. If they looked up, they’d see you here, gasping and naked. Your legs are spread and your body is flushed and your ass is burning.

Luke taps you with the end of the paddle. It’s lightweight in Luke’s hand, but it feels heavy when Luke wields it. It packs a punch and on a couple of occasions has left you with blemishes on your behind, which Luke has soothed with lotion and massages.

“My girl,” Luke brags, pride bursting from his voicebox. “Almost done.”

“Please, Luke,” you beg again.

“Who?” Luke asks.

“Please, please, sir.” You arch your back and present to Luke, revealing yourself. Your knees buckle slightly when he drags the wood along your round cheeks and his tip, now freed from his boxers, slides along your folds. You mewl.

You lurch forward with each hard smack Luke delivers. You’re biting your bottom lip hard to keep from crying out. Tears are streaming down your face from the pain, but it doesn’t reflect how you actually feel– God, you love when Luke treats you like this, when he takes charge and renders you completely at his mercy. 

The paddle clatters to the ground on the fourth smack. You make an inquisitive sound and lift your head, looking over your shoulder at Luke. “What are you doing?” you ask, eyebrows turned down in worry.

You watch Luke rear back and deliver a harsh, cutting slap right to your pussy. A strangled keen leaves your throat and your hands slide down the glass, body going limp.

Luke shoves two fingers into your cunt, right where his final spank had landed. With his other hand, he fists his cock and strips it, head positioned right over the splotchy red skin decorating your backside.

“You’re so good,” Luke grunts. “You’re perfect. I love watching you like this. You’re so willing to do whatever I ask you…”

“Always, I’ll always do what you want, sir,” you babble, rocking back against Luke’s fingers. 

“Fuck,” Luke curses under his breath, his head tipping back. His Adam’s apple bobs as he moans, cum shooting from his tip and splattering across the bright pink canvas he created. He fits a third finger into your heat and drops his cock, fingers imprinting on your waist. 

The force from his thrusting fingers sends you over the edge and you tip forward until your forehead is flush with the glass, final teardrops leaking from your eyes.

“Good, so beautiful, my pretty girl,” Luke praises in one breath, leaning over you and peppering kisses along your shoulder blades. “Baby, I can’t look away from you.”

“Don’t,” you reply, voice broken.

“I won’t, baby, gonna take care of you all night, okay?” Luke helps you stand upright and turn around, cradling your face and planting a kiss on your lips. “Let’s go get you cleaned up, ‘kay, love? Let’s go, baby.”

[dannyriccsystem]

omfg the esteban fic was so funny for no reason 😭 could you maybe do smth like that with ollie? or maybe lando:3

your fics are too funny i love them all 😭🫶

FORMULA ONE DRIVER X READER

Summary: Turns out the most avid Lando fanpage around is actually… Dating him?!

Warnings: Suggestive, not proofread that’s embarrassing

Featuring: Lando Norris x Reader

I decided to go with Lando because I don’t write him much and I love him, but if you’d like one with Ollie as well, just let me know!

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lanfanln4 - I squealed when I saw the second slide

lanfanln4 - 👅👅👅👅

lanfanln4 - BROOO the screen is STICKY

lanfanln4 - Can I get you pregnant

lanfanln4 - I’ll make it work baby just one chance

username1 - Y/N has a lot to say

username2 - She’s certainly persistent, we can give her that

username3 - It’s lowkey annoying

> lanfanln4 - OH WHO IS YOU?!

lnfour - the knit pics I just posted slap

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lnfournation - One day we’ll get here before Y/N

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lanfanln4 - Keep trying

lanfanln4 - You. Me. Dinner. What u say?

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lando - I don’t even know what you look like 🤔

> username4 - Oh God

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lanfanln4 Well now you know :)

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username5 - WOAH WAIT HEAR ME OUT

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username6 - Hey gorgeous… Leans on expensive formula one car

lanfanln4 - Eww dni unless you’re Lando Norris

> username6 - I actually am him and also I’m 6’4 and a feminist so

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username7 - You’re so pretty Y/N!

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friend.user1 - Lucky man…

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lando - So about that dinner date…

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lanfanln4 - 😍😍😍

Y/N’S MESSAGES ☆

Y/N and Lando’s relationship was never inherently secret, it was just never announced to the public. If you scrolled back on her fan page, you’d see a lot of pictures she had posted of him. Fans had even encountered the two together before, but were too entranced by meeting their idol to realize how their hands were intertwined or how they were clearly walking away from a date.

It was somewhat convenient to not have a camera pointed in her face 24/7, and cheer on her boyfriend from the sidelines. They hadn’t even discussed making a statement about it, because they were comfortable where they were.

Tonight, though, their social batteries were low. That fancy dinner he promised turned into an agreement to order in pizza from a locally owned shop and watch a movie in sweatpants and hoodies. The night went from laughter about some random film they found for free to Lando’s soft snores as the TV autoplayed the next film on the list.

They fell asleep on the couch, limbs tangled up and chests rising and falling in sync.

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lanfanln4 - NOO NO DELETE THIS NOW

lanfanln4 - WOOF WOOF

lanfanln4 - I can seriously bark

lnfour - last slide is me when I saw you dropped a new LandoLog

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lanfanln4 - It’s all over the screen

username9 - Fans like you are seriously gross

> lanfanln4 - Good thing I’m not a fan, I’m his girlfriend

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> username9 - Get a life 🙄

> username10 - He liked her comment, is this real?

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lanfanln4 - Helloo handsome! Photo credits : me 😎

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username12 - Why are all Lando fangirls such weirdos

username13 - It’s not really that funny anymore

mclaren - Send us that first one! 🧡

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lanfanln4 - yes momma mclaren

username10 - GUYS CALL ME CRAZY BUT I THINK THEY’RE DATING?

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username14 - Okay. You’re crazy

Y/N’S MESSAGES ☆

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username10 - TOLD Y’ALL

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username15 - really..? HER?

username16 - Y’all never have anything nice to say. She’s stunning

username17 - THIS IS SO FUNNY I LOVE Y/N

username6 - hello I am Lando that is my beautiful girlfriend

lanfanln4 - You’re funny I’m gonna follow you home

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lando - I don’t remember saying this 🤔

[winisayswhat]

♡ The summer I turned pretty edition♡

☆HOW DO OTHERS VIEW YOU ?☆

♡Paid readings.

♡Masterlist.

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PILE 1.

🦢Listen up, bitches. You're a total boss lady, and everyone knows it. People are drawn to your confidence and ambition like bees to honey and bees to flower. You're a leader, and you lead people. You rule the room, and people take notice when you walk in. You're independent, self-reliant, and unafraid to take risks. You're a lone wolf, and that's what makes you special and fierce.

🦢You're an original piece, like Adidas and Nike. Your intensity can be both captivating and overwhelming, but that's what makes you so amazing. People think you're a puzzle with many pieces, but nobody's figured you out yet. You're a person with depth, but you're also just living your life. And, honestly, you might be trying some witchcraft or spells right now. Just saying.

🦢People think you're aloof or distant, but that's just because you're a complicated person. You've got a bitch face, but when people talk to you, you're sweet as hell. You've got a powerful aura that protects the softness within you.

🦢Your intensity can be overwhelming, and you may need to tone it down sometimes. You may struggle with vulnerability and openness, but that's okay. You're a power woman, and you can ask for help when you need it.

🦢You're am ABSOLUTE leader, and people are drawn to your confidence and ambition. You're effortlessly captivating, and you're currenrlt going through a period of transformation and growth, change. You're emerging stronger and more powerful than ever, so keep going gwoooorrrl.

🦢You're a mystery, and people are trying to figure you out, but you're not having it, you are like an pretty princess in your own world ,hatin on bitches around . You're an amazing person, and you should own it. That's what makes you you, and that's what attracts people towards you.

PILE 2

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💗 Okay first thing that I see is people think that you are absolutely someone they should be scared of, You are not very much approachable at start. The first thing that people think about when they think of you or look at you is to maintain a safe distance from you. They also think that you walk and talk like you own the place. If you are in school you might work as if the principal is your dad or the managing director is your mom. You have that aura where you absolutely don't give a f**k about anyone.

💗 And even though while you are breaking from inside or having emotional turmoil from outside people will always see that you have it all together somehow. People also see you as someone who is very wild. This is the third point okay, people also see you as someone who is very wild fury and someone who will snatch what they want. But the thing is you only have the drive to do stuff when you want it, not when someone ask you to do something, For example your teacher asks you to participate in a competition. Now if you are not driven towards it you will lose interest.

💗 But then if you want it and you are determined to get it no matter how well your competitor has prepared or how smart people you are competing against you will make sure that you win it. Third I see that this pile might have people who are mistakes you might be someone who practices witchcraft or at least ah magic or tarot for some reason, Because I see you guys being really in tune with your inner self. I also see that people see you as someone who is rebellious and someone who absolutely cannot be tied down. You might also be that girl or boy who might use their cellphone or headphone to just avoid talking to people.

💗 I also see you are a lone wolf. You don't really enjoy group gatherings or whenever you are into group somehow they put you off or your mood goes off. Like being alone and doing your shit by yourself. The next point is people see that you escape problems really well even though you have created it. It's like somehow you always manage to escape tough situations while others end up getting stuck in it. Probably it's your intuition or good timing or luck.

💗 people see you as someone who has their shit sorted because you don't really show it to people how much you are struggling or where you are facing problems. I also see that few of your haters might spread this information saying that you are a bitch or you are a backstabber or you are not a good friend. But the real fact is just that you have made really strong boundaries and don't really regard people as important anymore. You are upskilling and working on yourself. Your main focus is you and nobody else and honestly you shouldn't even give a f**k about them because trust me you are much more better than them.

💗 I also see people are quite jealous of the qualities that you possess. Even though they don't show it to you you have many secret admirers who want to be associated with you or want to be a friend but they are not ready to put in efforts because they know it takes effort to be your friend and you don't really let people easily in. I also see that you might have some potential approaching you and if not approaching I see that admiring you from afar. You have people crushing on you for sure. And I guess you have a hint of it but I just not being much heed to it.

PILE 3

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🎀 Okay first thing that I see for sure is that people see you as someone who probably had broken relationships or friendships. People spoke about it and that's how they know about you. People also view as someone who is very emotional and sensitive. Can get hurt really easily. That's the image they have formed of you.

🎀 But the other sect of people they think that you are a very clever person and this is just a mask that you are putting. And you are a very multi-faced person, you are very cunning, but you are just trying to show to the world that you are very innocent and nice.

🎀 There are of you people who have been watching you from a long time and they know that you have this tendency of helping other people by hurting yourself too. So, let's say you are a hungry person and then they are three to five hungry people sitting with you. And you just get a plate of food. Instead of eating it yourself, you will give the plate to the other members to have first even if you will have to remain hungry.

🎀 These are the people who have never spoken to you, but they know your side of the story. They know that you always over give and end up getting hurt. People also think that you are a fool. You are like a golden retriever. You know, you trust people too easily and hence you end up getting hurt by them. But this represents only your soft side.

🎀 People also think that you let people take advantage of you. Even though you have your doubts on them, you allow them to take advantage of you. And once the friendship or relationship is gone, they end up painting you as they will. So, I see them losing hopes on you. They just say stuff like oh, that girl, yeah, what can I say about her? She always ends up being the victim. Yes, that's how I see it.

🎀 Though people see that you end up getting successful, they haven't seen you falling majorly, they have never seen you losing stuff except relationships and people. You are doing good at studies, not great but you are doing good, and people think that you don't really have any major problems in your life and you are just a chilled out girl.

🎀 I also see that people might see you as someone with soft core aesthetics, like girly girl aesthetics, you might dress up like that or you might like the kawaii style. You might radiate pink, blue, or green aura, yes, oh, there is also yellow. Okay, again the colors remind me that you are a person with many shades.

🎀 And all these views that I have mentioned above might also be the views of the people who have seen you when you were thirteen, when you were sixteen, when you were eighteen, or when you were twenty-four. It keeps adding on, so I am not just talking about the people now, I am talking about the people who have known you throughout this lifetime and how different views they have had about you.

🎀 I also see that you might be facing some problems right now related to security, feeling emotionally secure. Security might indicate security about job, education, or finances. You are not seeing content right now, but trust me, things are only going to get better slowly, and you are going to reach a stage where you feel content and hold as a person, and you will not have to give a f**k about people's image about you.

🎀 I also think that you don't really give a f**k about people because I guess you are over that phase, and I also think you know who I am talking about.

PILE 4

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🌸 Okay, the first thing that I sense is probably you might be someone who is always the leader of the group. It could be a sports group, sports team, college, event group. You might be someone with a really high position. People see you as someone who is really smart and sharp. You give me one of those academic achievers vibe. You have this high drive to get anything and everything that you want. You are so full of energy.

🌸 I also see that people see you as someone who is very hyperactive. And someone who is very prosperous. You might be the rich friend of the group, someone who has got their finances sorted. You are the main character of the group.

🌸 People also see you as someone who will stand up for others, believes in justice. And will always support the people who don't get justice or are introvert and cannot speak up for themselves.

🌸 You are someone who believes that detailing is everything. You might have a eye for detail. In anything and everything that you do. You are very good at figuring out details also. You see anything and everything that people usually tend to ignore. It might be in relationships. It could be while strategizing. It could be while doing a project. It's very minor stuff which have a great impact which people don't catch but you do.

🌸 You are honestly I would say living your best life. You have a very sorted life. You know that stress is not gonna get you anything. So you are just out there chilling. Even though you are having problems in your life but you are just haha in your way through it. You know that struggles are going to end someday. That's how people see you. They know that you are having problems and they are amazed by how easily you always end up winning or things turn out in your favour. I also see that you are very much lucky.

🌸 I also see that you have been stabbed in back, betrayed and left feeling defeated in some way in the past. And yet you are standing and you are more determined than ever to get what you want and not depend on people.

🌸 I also see you as a person who make sure that they get what they want. You won't let others win. Your word should be the final word. That's how people view you. They know that once you are their opponent they are going to give a they'll need to give a tough fight for you to lose which you don't usually.

🌸 But some people also see you as a covered. They think that you are just trying to be very strong and that you are very pretentious and you are just a very fragile girl or boy from inside. Some people see you as a rich brat for some reason also. And they are jealous about the fact that you have it all sorted and don't have to work for anything. For some reason you give off that energy.

🌸 I also see that some people might be purposely wishing bad upon you.

🌸 The next message that's coming out is you the people think that you have a troubled family or you are a rebel from your family. You might be seen as the rebel.

🌸 I also see that people also call you double faced.

[monstacheol]

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻/𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵

This is from the poll I did and I am still working on my 400 followers celebration (I know it's taking me so long but it's coming. I promise.) And THIS. This has been on my mind and I thought it was interesting idea in my head so why not. This may or may not be a full length fic in the upcoming future. But enjoy, like, comment and reblog for support and improvement. (This is not proof read and kinda post out of a whism)

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻/𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵 was the one their mothers told their daughters to stay away from and their fathers told their sons to avoid.

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻/𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵, the person who doesn't fit in by the standards of the neat little square lifestyle. With his leather jacket smelling of oil and smoke from the garage and a hint of something sweet: cherries.

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻/𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵, who carried a reputation and would run his fingers through his dark hair, a cigarette hidden behind his ear and his knuckles bruised from a fight that didn't start—but damn well finished it.

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻/𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵, whom you met one summer as you returned from college for summer break.

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻/𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵, who saw you at the dance hall with your friend and immediately caught your eye with his charming smile and dashing good looks.

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻/𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵, who, after watching you for what seemed like an eternity, couldn't resist speaking to you after seeing you outside.

"I've never seen you in town before. New in town."

"No," you simply answered. "I'm just home from college for the summer."

"Ah." He took a drag of his cigarette. "College girl, huh?"

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻/𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵, a dim grim on his face, daredly leaning in closely, keeps the conversation going. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Huh," you mumble. "I-It's Y/N."

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻/𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵, who repeats your name, savors the sound of it like it is the sweetest thing ever. "Y/N. Cute. Nice to meet you. I'm Seungcheol."

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻/𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵, whose gaze never left you, enjoyed the effect he had on you as he leaned on his bike and smoked his cigarette.

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻/𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵 Who saw you getting ready to leave after your friend rushed home to not miss curfew and said, "See you around, doll"

And see him around, you did.

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻/𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵, who you have met and run into over the past week after knowing each other. First it was the state fair, then going out to a diner, and even the drive-in.

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻/𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵, who will take you in his 1955 Cherry Red Chevy Bel-Air and drive around listening to the rock n roll of Elvis or Jazz of Billie Holiday.

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻/𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵, who got to hear your thoughts, your dreams, everything that you wanted to do in life, and loved how passionate you were about them. And would look at you with so much admiration, like you were the brightest star in the sky.

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻/𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵, whom you shared your first kiss with during the movie drive-in.

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻/𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵, who didn't believe in forever and didn't think it was meant for him—but that all changed when he met you.

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻/𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵, who would give you anything and everything if he could just see that sweet smile on that pretty little face.

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻/𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵! 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓵, who promises to make this summer worth your while.

[plushieni]

can i request megumi headcanons where his girlfriend has curly hair? i dont rlly know what to specify but basically how he watches his girlfriend spend hours on hair and waste money and stuff! thank u!!!

admire me ♡⸝.

megumi had a tendency to admire you. he was so fascinated by your curly hair, it was insane. he loved the way it looked in the sunlight, the way you’d style it, the way it framed your face. he was obsessed with you, quietly, deeply, and constantly.

he didn’t understand it at first—always questioning things about it. "why do you need that many products?" or "what does that one do?" he'd ask, pointing at a random gel. but the more you taught him, the more he started to appreciate it. the effort, the care, the time you put into it. he never realized how much went into your routine until he watched it with his own eyes.

and god, did he watch. from across the room, leaning against the doorframe, silently in awe. it was calming to him—the way your face looked so serious and focused as you finger-coiled each curl, the gentle way you handled every step like it was sacred. he never interrupted. just watched, like it was a ritual he wasn’t meant to disturb.

sometimes, he’d ask to help. "come on, let me try. i’ll make it look soooo pretty." he was clumsy at first, careful to the point of overthinking every touch, but determined. he wanted to learn, wanted to be good at it—for you. and once he got the hang of it? he was unstoppable. looking up new styles late at night, bookmarking tutorials, and pulling up pictures to show you. "what if i try this one on you?" he wouldn't stop until it looked perfect.

he got even more involved once he started buying you products. he just wanted to spoil you—because you deserved it. he’d walk in holding two bags, grinning softly. "the lady at the store said these are the best ones." and when you shopped together, you’d catch how enchanted he was by it all—reading labels, scanning ingredients, researching them on his phone. "this one says sulfate-free. do you want it?" and even when you shook your head no, he’d toss it in the cart anyway. no one could stop him from spending every dime on you.

on wash days, he already knew what was up. detangling brush on the sink, towel around your shoulders, bottles everywhere. he made it his mission to offer all the support he could. "you’re almooost done, right? you’re doing great." checking in every so often with soft encouragements and sleepy little smiles, like he was cheering you on from the sidelines.

and always—always—your personal photographer. you’d ask if you looked okay, and he’d mumble, "…yeah, you look fine." but the blush on his cheeks would give him away. he was burning up just looking at you. you’d catch him later, showing you pictures he secretly took. "look at this one i got of you," he’d say, proud and smitten. "you look so pretty."

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[darlingian]

an itty bitty Mandy pov post canon ficlet ✨

Mandy Milkovich was at her brother's door.

She straightened her skirt and adjusted her bangs in the reflection of the frosted glass in the door. She could make out faint shadows of movement though it and, not wanting to be caught just lurking there, she pressed the door bell.

Jesus Christ, she thought. A Milkovich living in a place with a working doorbell.

Locked even! Mandy was awed as she heard the deadbolt turn.

The door swung open abruptly and Mandy was met with her brother as she'd never seen him. He was casually dressed, but the Levi's jeans and the sandalwood smell she'd noticed indicated he must be doing pretty well for himself. Salt and pepper dusted through his still mostly black hair. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes surprised her at first, Terry didn't have them, but then it dawned on her. Smile lines.

Mandy made a noise somewhere between a hiccup and a sob and quickly covered her mouth.

"Well that's not who I expected." Mickey says,

And she never expected to see him, if she's really honest. She doesn't let the thought linger, because she has always wanted to let herself hope for Mickey. But Mandy had learned at an unfairly young age that having hope for a Milkovich was a surefire way to break your own heart.

And that's why. Why she hasn't reached out to him. Why she left Canaryville and didn't let herself think of home much. This way he could live on in the relatively okay spot he was in when she left him. Because she'd always assumed her favourite brother's demise was inevitable. She had literally told Ian she didn't want Lip to screw up his own life the way she'd watched her brother's life spiraling. She didn't want to know how he landed. In her mind, he could still be taking care of a baby with Ian and they lived happily ever after-- the end.

Oh Ian. She sighed as she watched him walk up behind Mickey and instinctively put his arm around his shoulders. Ian's here.

Ian, her best friend. Her only confidant. She still had never had a friend that filled the Ian shaped space in her life. No other person knew all the scary dark things that happened to her. No one else had ever known how to ask. Ian had saved her from her mother's own fate. Raising babies she didn't want at too young an age. And Ian had helped her. Had found a way to get her the money to fix it. To give her another chance.

Mickey didn't get one. Svet kept the baby, fuck knows why. Mickey was trapped, and then Mandy knew she had to get out of there and never go back. She'd taken the risk that was Kenyatta and took his invitation to leave with him as a free ride out of town.

"Mandy?" The woman standing in front of Ian had finally registered in his sleepy Sunday morning haze. "MANDY!"

Ian launched himself at her and wrapped her in an enormous hug. He'd somehow kept growing since the last time she'd seen him. Although he wasn't just taller, there was so much more of him. He had looked healthy when she'd seen him that one time when he'd helped her years back. But he was sad, she could tell. He hadn't had this spark there that she sees now. It's not a concerning one. It's safety. Contentment. It looks so good on him.

Ian beamed at her and braced her arms with his and pulled back so they could look at eachother.

"What the fuck, Mandy!" Ian said. As he took her in.

Mandy smiled happily back at him. "I thought it was time I met my brother in law."

[themindofachronicdaydreamer]

busy woman!

introduction | track 4 | [you are here!] | track 6

actor!satoru gojo x singer!fem!reader [welcome to track 5!] welcome to Tokyo, Japan: the hotspot for pop culture! you, a singer and songwriter, wrapped up your tour for your last album six months ago. things got... messy, and you needed a break. but now you're back and ready to finish your next album! what will be the inspiration for this one?

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The inside of the Met hums with energy, the kind of buzz that comes from glittering people in glittering outfits, chatter mixing with the heavy beats from the DJ booth. You're sitting beside a mix of famous faces you've worked with before, but nobody you are particularly close to. You make mindless small-talk, but really, your thoughts are still spinning from the night. The Met Gala feels surreal, the red carpet a blur of flashing lights and hidden smiles.

And then, as if summoned by some unseen force, a sleek black drink with a dark, mysterious vibe slides across the table toward you. You raise an eyebrow, leaning forward. The bartender doesn't say much, just a quick, almost dismissive murmur.

"For the lady," he says. "Enjoy." No name. No explanation.

You eye the drink with suspicion, but it's pretty clear it's an espresso martini. It's dark and sleek, with a light, foamy layer on top and three coffee beans garnishing it. It’s your favorite.

Your heart skips a beat before you pick it up. From Dove or Utahime, maybe? Someone else? It doesn’t matter. You take a sip, the bitter-sweet flavor cutting through the noise around you, the caffeine tingling at the edges of your senses.

You look up, searching around still to see if anyone is looking over at you, trying to guage their reaction to the drink. You skim through the fancy dresses, the black ties, the tuxedos, looking for whoever sent you this drink. And then your eyes meet another pair.

Satoru. Of course.

You don’t notice him until you feel his presence. It’s like gravity, the way he seems to move through the room, pulling everything in his wake. His steps are casual, but the moment he nears, the air between you sharpens, almost crackling. He's approaching you quickly, and before you know it, he places a hand on the back of your chair, looking down at you with that signature, cocky grin of his.

"How's the drink?" he asks, voice smooth, almost too smooth.

You almost choke on your sip. "Uh, good," you manage, your mind racing. "How’d you know I liked espresso martinis?"

He shrugs with that infuriating nonchalance of his. "I’ve got my ways." The smugness lingers in his tone, and you know it’s more than just a coincidence. He’s involved in this somehow.

Maneater begins to play through the speakers, its steady bassline cutting through the chatter and clinking glasses, and suddenly, you feel the room shift. The beat pulses in your chest, familiar and infectious, and for a second, it feels like the world slows down.

“You like this song, don’t you?” Satoru’s voice cuts through the music, smooth and teasing, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You laugh, the sound slipping past your lips before you can stop it. “It’s Maneater, Satoru. Who doesn’t like this song?”

He raises an eyebrow, leaning in just a little closer. "Fair point."

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misspelled dove in one of the tweets oops

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[luigilore]

having a crush on gymrat!luigi. u guys both go to the same gym and you've always paid attention to the way his biceps flex when hes weight lifting or when hes on the pull up bar and u see a hint of his v-line and happy trail and it has u blushing and looking away immediately. you always thought it was a silly crush and wouldn't go anywhere but on one of ur upper body days u decide to try the pull up bar since clearly its been working wonders on mr curly head. the bar is pretty high up so you look around for an unoccupied box or something to use as leverage when suddenly theres a tap on your shoulder. "need help getting up?" he says. "yeah.. i think--" you begin and are quickly cut off when you feel two big hands on either side of your waist. suddenly you're off the ground and the bar is right in front of you. you learn to quickly snap out of whatever just happened and grab the bar before you make a fool of yourself. "got it?" he asks from below, hands still firmly in place. "yes, thank you!" you stammer. good thing he was behind you and couldn't see how red you were. you start doing your reps when you hear "chin up... use your back instead of your arms..." from below you. you apply his feedback and correct your form like he says. "there you go... atta girl." he says. you almost fall right then and there from the way his words caused an unexpected heat to pool in your lower region but manage to stay in the set for a bit longer. eventually you stop and lower yourself. "that was great!" he says as he gives you a high-five. "thank you...." "luigi." he finishes ur sentence. "thank you luigi, i appreciate it." you smile at him. soon enough, you're seeing luigi everyday. he helps you learn so many new techniques, and you start seeing your results come in much faster. luigi becomes your almost sort of gym buddy and you guys end up coordinating your workouts a few times. after a few months, he finally asks, "hey y/n, this new restaurant opened up down the street. i'd love to go visit." he stares at you after you two finish a cardio set. "yeah i heard about that one, let me know how the food tastes so i can know what to order when i visit." you say, taking a sip out of your water bottle. "well why don't you just find out yourself.... i'm asking you to go with me dummy. like a date." he laughs. "oh wow. really? me?" you say, genuinely shocked. no way did you think luigi reciprocated the same feelings you had towards him. "you're not the only one whos had a little crush this whole time... i just hid it better than you." he teases.

OMG hello this was so so good i think abt gym rat lu a lot

ugh you guys always end up coming around the same time in the evenings but you never talk to him; but sneak little glances in the mirror at the way he wipes his face with the edge of his shirt sometimes and you see a glimpse of his v line and happy trail oh my fuck but you just accept he's ur silly little gym crush and nothing else

until the day that he helps you up on the pull up bar, you silently note how big his hands are... and how you need to lock in and not embarrass urself in front of him .... but its really hard when his low voice is giving u advice, gripping ur hips, saying ATTA GIRL? anon ur killing me in the best possible way bc he SO would say that and be genuinely impressed/excited w his little high five lolol

now whenever you see him you, you always talk for a few minutes and catch up... and you now u realize you walk through the door and the first thing u do is scan the gym for luigi :') like all ur friends know about luigi from the gym... u give him song recs other than his shitty edm, he talks about research he's done on hiit workouts or new recipes and he tells you offhandedly after finishing a set all sweaty, adrenaline flowing, "you're like, my motivation." and that sends u spiraling!

omfg when he finally asks you out and you genuinely don't pick up on it... stop i love that... also you'd be so embarrassed that he knew u had a crush on him like you thought you were being stealth this whole time.. ugh and like the insaneee chemistry you guys would have after you finally get together .... the post gym shower sex would be so good omfg

[liberalk1tsch]

What do you think Haymitch thought about Gale and his behaviour towards Katniss (and Peeta)?How much did he know about this complicated relationship? I always considered Haymitch to be a rather good judge of the character -which his book imo confirms, so I feel that he would have Gale figured out pretty quickly but at the same time they come from similar backgrounds so that might have clouded his view somehow. Idk, what are your thoughts on that?

this is going to be one of my more unpopular opinions i reckon, but i’m ok with that.

once again — if you can't accept criticism of gale, dni

i’m gonna say it — i don’t think haymitch likes gale whatsoever.

i think he respects him for helping asterid and prim in katniss’ absence during the games and for helping to save the people of d12 from the firebombs, but that’s where he draws the line.

haymitch sees gale's relationship with katniss from a distance — not as her parent (not at first) viewing childhood friends or another love interest, but as someone on the outside looking in. he’s not caught in the emotional tangle; he sees a young man pursuing his sweetheart who’s barely had time to breathe, let alone process everything she’s been through. and while the age gap isn’t massive, haymitch is a district 12 native — he knows that 18 or 20 in the seam isn’t adolescence. it’s adulthood. and that makes his emotional pursuit of katniss feel . . . off.

nobody likes to hear this, but gale is a man. legally. physically. socially. hormonally. emotionally too for the most part, even if that aspect is a bit stunted. he's graduated from school. he works full time in the mines. supports his family. probably pays taxes. is legally able to get married with someone his own age.

it's different from an 18-20 y/o in our society where they might still be finishing up high school, going off to uni, not really being independent adults yet. there's no in-between steps like that in d12 for people between school age and adulthood/career. the responsibilities and expectations are different. by d12 standards, gale's a grown man.

and he uses his free time to hang out with a 17 y/o girl.

if it were just friendship, that would be one thing. but gale clearly wants something more, and he keeps pressing for it, even when katniss is drowning in trauma and fear. haymitch knows what trauma looks like. he lives it everyday. and he also knows what it means to love someone in a way that’s not about possession or control — love that’s protective, patient, and painful.

he sees that in peeta. not just the love, but the sacrifice and restraint. and he recognises it because it mirrors his own. haymitch is the Original Loverboy, and while he can acknowledge that gale does care about katniss, it’s a different kind of care — one that doesn’t always align with her best interest.

what makes it even more layered is that haymitch and gale have near-identical backgrounds. they both grew up in the seam, oldest siblings of fatherless families, raised by mothers who worked as washerwomen. they both broke the law to feed their families. they both watched their homes go up in flames.

haymitch understands gale. he knows what that situation does to a person. he sees the ruthlessness in gale during the rebellion — the tactical coldness, the willingness to sacrifice lives — and while he doesn’t condemn him for it, he knows that it’s not what katniss needs.

so yeah. haymitch respects gale’s tenacity. he understands his grief. but he doesn’t like the way he treats katniss. and he definitely doesn’t trust it.

because katniss finally has people who look out for her, and haymitch is going to make damn sure they’re the kind who deserve her.

[heich0e]

"how's my favourite miya?"

osamu barks out a loud, dry laugh as the call connects and rintarou's face lights up the screen of his cellphone. he's got the device propped up against a prep container filled with spring onions on the kitchen counter of the shop. osamu points his knife, the blade just wiped on his apron and glinting under the overhead fluorescents, toward the camera.

"'tsumu told me ya say the same thing to him when yer askin' fer a favour, bastard. don't think yer slick."

suna smiles on the other end of the call. "dunno what you're talking about."

"ya fuckin ri—"

"hi miya-san!"

osamu is a bit taken aback when sunarin's little sister, yuriko, pops into frame over his friend's shoulder. the restaurant owner straightens up a little on instinct, setting his knife down.

"hi yuri-chan," he greets her politely, a bit sheepish at his lack of manners initially since he didn't know rintarou had company. "whatcha doin' there?"

"came to visit nii-san in nagano for the weekend," the twenty year old chirps cheerfully.

"she's eating me out of house and home, osamu," rintarou laments.

"got no sympathy for ya," osamu laughs. "last time ya came to visit me i had to buy twice as much rice as usual. blame yer genetics."

suna rolls his eyes but doesn't refute osamu's point. instead he carries the conversation along. "i didn't call to ask a favour, you know."

osamu wipes a cloth over his cutting board, nodding his head. "so ya said."

"she did, though."

osamu looks back up at the phone and sees both suna siblings looking at him with matching hopeful expressions—the same one that made him buy twice as much rice as usual with little-to-no complaint—and he just sighs, tossing his rag down on the worktop.

"whaddaya want?"

osamu's pretty well acquainted with osaka now, having spent the better part of his twenties living and working there. when the shop was still a bit smaller and closed in the afternoons before the dinner rush, he used to run delivery orders to offices and small catering gigs, which helped him get a feel for the city's layout too.

still, he's not familiar with this particular part of town. he double checks the address on the screen of his smart phone, then the one on the building in front of him. adjusting the paper takeout bag in his arms he punches a series of numbers into the intercom.

"hello?"

"i've got a food delivery here for apartment 615," osamu says, keeping his head bowed a little to the camera so his onigiri miya cap is on full display.

"... I didn't order anything, sorry."

osamu reads your name off the slip of paper stapled to the bag. "ordered by a suna yuriko?"

it's quiet for a moment, but osamu can tell from the static on the other end of the intercom that you're still listening. can still hear the faint sound of your sigh.

the door buzzes as it unlocks.

on his way up to the sixth floor, osamu reflects on his conversation with the youngest suna sibling.

she's my best friend, yuri-chan had said to him, her voice thick with emotion. she moved to osaka last year with her boyfriend but he's.... i'm worried about her. she hasn't answered me in days.

osamu had been resistant to the request at first. this seemed like a matter for police involvement, not an onigiri restaurant owner.

i just need to know she's okay, miya-san. please?

osamu would not consider himself a do-gooder. he's not particularly gallant or brave in any way. sure, he's happy to help out or be kind when he can, but he's no hero. the only real scraps he's ever gotten into are with his brother, after all, and those days are mostly behind him now that he's on the periphery of his thirties.

but there was something about the way yuri-chan had pleaded with him that had tugged on his heartstrings. something that made him feel inclined to act.

all he had to do was lay eyes on you. make sure you were where you were supposed to be and that you were okay. simple enough.

on the sixth floor of the unfamiliar apartment building, it doesn't take osamu long to find your unit door. osamu raps twice against it once he arrives, waiting patiently in view of the peep hole for you to answer.

"you can just leave it outside, please!" he hears you say from inside. your voice is close, like you're right there on the other side of the door.

"sorry miss, restaurant policy. the boss would be mad if i didn't hand it off to ya directly."

he is the boss, but you don't need to know that.

it's quiet for a moment, and then osamu hears a few locks click. he's relieved as the door begins to open.

the relief doesn't last.

you've got the door open only wide enough for the bag of onigiri to be passed through, half your face hidden on the other side. the half he can see though is swollen and bruised along the top of your cheek. behind you, osamu catches a glimpse of your apartment—turned practically upside down.

there's papers and various other things littered on the ground. a picture askew, and a mirror shattered on the wall beside it. osamu feels many things at once. concern, disbelief, anger.

he looks at you, and you stare back like a deer caught in the headlights, shrinking slightly under his stare. for a moment he's reminded of the stray cat he caught behind the restaurant a few years ago, stealing food out of the dumpster. remembers how mistrustfully it had stared at him when he first cornered it in the alley.

internally osamu is cursing the suna siblings, cursing whatever piece of shit did this to you, and cursing his own nature.

because osamu's no hero, but he can't turn his back on someone who needs help, either.