#not saying it’s EASY cuz god knows it isn’t

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What do you do when you feel anxiety or fear when manifesting?

🍦⋆ ˚｡🎀⋆୨🍨୧˚hellllooo !! ♡︎♡︎

🍦anyways back to the question lol—manifesting is not supposed to be scary or perturbing. its what you are doing right now, what you have been doing your whole life. it’s only gonna be scary if you assume so, but please don’t make manifesting/loa scary or anything negative, make it fun, because it truly is—idk how manifesting your dream boyfriend/girlfriend or dream face or dream closet is going to be scary, like make it make sense smh. it’s something you’re doing every single second, whether you realize it or not. and here’s the thing: you are not just someone who can manifest, you are god in your own reality. you hold the ultimate power over everything in your world. the only way it ever feels difficult or intimidating is if you choose to see it that way. but why would you? you’re the one in control, and that’s something to embrace, not fear. think about it: how can manifesting your dream boyfriend/girlfriend, your perfect face, or your ideal lifestyle be scary? make it make sense. you’ve been doing this your entire life, effortlessly shaping your reality without even thinking about it. the moment you become aware of this, it’s game over for fear and doubt. you control everything down to the smallest detail and nothing can happen in your life without your say-so. you’re that powerful. manifesting isn’t something you need to “learn” or “master” because you’ve already been doing it. now that you know how powerful you are, why not make it fun? it’s a creative process where you decide what you want, and it shows up. it’s supposed to be easy, light, and filled with excitement. you’re literally sculpting your dream life so enjoy it!

if anxiety creeps in, remind yourself: there’s nothing to be afraid of. you are god. no one and nothing has control over you. you’re not waiting for permission from anyone. you are the source of everything that happens in your world, and you have infinite power to bring your desires to life. so why fear? your reality bends to your will because you said so. it’s that simple.

🍦inducing pure consciousness (and why it’s effortless for you—god💖)

now, let’s dive deeper into this power of yours: pure consciousness. this is where you fully step into your role as the creator of everything. when you’re in this state, you realize that your thoughts, beliefs, and desires are the only things shaping your reality. nothing outside of you has any say. and the best part? inducing pure consciousness is effortless because it’s already who you are. it’s not a complicated process cuz it’s your natural state. all you need to do is quiet your mind for a moment, breathe, and remember: you are the creator. everything around you is a reflection of what you’ve already decided.you don’t need fancy rituals or long practices to reach this state. it’s simple, it’s effortless, and it’s you. when you step into this awareness, you’ll see how easy it is to create whatever you want. and once you do, you’ll realize there are no limits. your power is infinite.

xoxo dont forget who you truly are ♡︎♡︎♡︎

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Rlly funny I saw a Genloss post like “I think Ranboo gave us this when we can’t rlly solve it just as a time filler” and then 40 minutes later it gets solved

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AN: Just so no one is confused, I turned Summer Holiday into an official Landgraab. I needed another legendary blonde to play as Nancy’s yapping bougie cousin (her father’s niece) and she was casted immediately.

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Malcolm: [wails]

Geoffrey: [grumbles] I got ‘em.

Nancy: [yawns] I’ll get him. Need to feed him.

Geoffrey: [murmurs] Won’t fight you for it, dear.

Nancy: [snorts] Oh, I bet.

Nancy Narrates: [Malcolm was the polar opposite of Jonathan in every way. He cried relentlessly through the night. He could never keep anything down. His tiny body always wound so tightly]

Nancy: Ok, Malcolm. What would it take to for you to allow me one full night of sleep? That’s all I ask.

Malcolm: [grunts, hiccups]

Nancy: [softly] Oh, come on. What could possibly be so bad that you must cry like this?

Nancy Narrates: [Most nights, I cried with him, fearing he inherited my melancholy]

Malcolm: [whimpers softly]

Nancy: [sniffs] There. See? Calm. Easy. I know that’s asking alot, coming from me. We’ll get through this, together-

Jonathan: Mommy wahhh!

Malcolm: [cries]

Nancy: [sighs]

Nancy Narrates: [There was no time for tears, when they needed me to be stronger than that]

-

Malcolm: [babbles]

Nancy: [gasps] Are you happy? Are you smiling at me?

Malcolm: [coos]

Nancy Narrates: [As I learned more about Malcolm, I began to notice just how alike we were. The same curious and thoughtful nature that was in his eyes was in mine too ]

Nancy: You’re so beautiful. Geoffrey, look! Malcolm is smiling!

Geoffrey: Of course he is! He loves looking at you. See, Nance? Things just take time. You’re doing great.

-

Nancy Narrates: [And as I learned more about my sons, I was beginning to feel like I could be a mother they deserved]

Malcolm: [coos]

Jonathan: Hi Mommy!

-

Summer: It’s so good to see you, cousin! You’ve been such a shut-in lately! And wow, you look amazing for having had two kids. Although... If you ever want a referral to my guy down in Del Sol Valley, he does wonders. You’d never believe I had a cesarean.

Nancy: Thank you, but I want to avoid going under the knife. I know that’s all the rave now.

Summer: Good for you, hon! Wow, he sure has a set of lungs on him!

Nancy: [sheepishly] He prefers me to hold him, it’s why I haven’t hired a nanny for the boys yet.

Summer: Not many women in your position take such attentive care of their children as you do, cuz. It’s admirable. I think you’re doing a wonderful job.

Nancy: You really think so?

Summer: Oh, of course! Look at me, for example. I’m the definition of a great mother. I raise my boys to be model citizens while my husband runs his own law firm.

Summer: If there was anyone that understands the sacrifices of being a mother, it’s me, Nancy. Landgraab women are built for it, believe it or not.

Nancy: I suppose that’s hard to believe at times considering my mother-

Summer: Oh. Well, Aunt Queenie isn’t a true Landgraab now, is she? She probably wishes she were you, Nancy.

Nancy: What?

Summer: You can’t compare a common woman who married into wealth to born royalty, cuz. Just saying.

Collin: Mom! Taylor pushed me in the mud!!

Taylor: I did not! He FELL!

Collin: No, you pushed me, dickhead!

Taylor: You’re the dickhead, loser!

Collin: SHUT THE HELL UP!

Summer: Ugh! The both of you, zip it! Maria! Maria!! The twins, por favor!

Summer: Summer: My god, I have to do everything! Nance, trust me, motherhood is a thankless job. It really is. My boys would be lost without me, you hear me? Yours are so lucky to have you. Nancy?

Nancy: [inhales sharply]

Nancy Narrates: [Don’t. Please don’t. I’ve worked so hard-]

Summer: [snaps fingers] Hello? Please clean this filthy child, Maria! Rápido! Anyway, what were we talking about?

-

[giggling]

Geoffrey: Then, the big dinosaur came and gobbled up all the little dinosaurs with his big, nasty dinosaurs teeth! Chomp chomp chomp!

Malcolm: [squeals]

Jonathan: He eat all of them, daddy?!

Geoffrey: Every. Single. Last. One!

Geoffrey: But then, the even bigger dinosaur came and ate him!

Malcolm: [gasps]

Jonathan: And then I eat him, Malcolm!

Malcolm: [giggles] Me too!

Geoffrey: Hey, save some dinosaurs for daddy!

Malcolm: Mama! Mama!

Jonathan: Hi Mommy! [whispers] Mommy can eat dinosaurs too, right? Even though she’s a girl?

Geoffrey: Everyone can eat them, especially mommies. [laughs] Hey, Nance. Rough night, huh? Come to bed. I’ll read another story.

Jonathan & Malcolm: YAY!

Nancy: What will you read us?

Geoffrey: How about I tell the story of the handsome king and his beautiful queen and their two silly, little princes?

Nancy: Does this story have a happy ending?

Geoffrey: [grins] It sure does.

[tyunn1ngz]

hueningkai nsfw alphabet

cw: gn!reader i think ? to the best of my ability anyways and no gender is stated regardless

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

total softie!!!!!!:( wants to be held and wants to hold u and its just oh-so delicate and tender just two lovers in ur own little safety bubble— giggles w hushed pinky promises that u will meet in ur dreams that night

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on himself his lips and his fingers— his lips on urs, his fingers in u; his fingers in ur mouth, he’s obsessed w it all, he likes it so much

on u ur thighs and tummy!!! marking u up all over and squishing the skin under his fingertips, rubbing over ur tummy when hes inside u just to watch u squirm and gasp .. ( ；∀；)

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

his cock gets so wet when hes hard n he cums a lot its so cute really especially cuz he’d get so shy abt it <3

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

gets off to ur voice sometimes— like listens back to voice notes u’ll send him even if all u r doing is talking abt ur day and gets himself so hard out of nowhere he loves hearing u

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

a big virgin w no idea what hes doing before u but thats ok!!!!! thats what practice is all abt !!!!!!! more fun for u especially bc hes such an eager learner <3

f = favourite position (this goes without saying)

spooning or riding — spooning is so intimate and he can feel up ur thighs and tummy so nicely that way, or dip his hands to bring u more pleasure to ur sex; and u riding him means u can take the reins and he’s very into that! use him to get urself off honey!

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

silly for the most part, its more relaxing and comforting that way, sex isn’t some performance between u two. but sometimes it feels like his brain just melts and pours out his ears so thats when it’ll seem more serious, bc u’ll have just a soft big eager puppy on ur hands then :<

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

for my own personal bias. No shaving. all his body hair in tact. everyone listen to me bc that is SEXY. his happy trail ohhgod

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

very intimate, has to be touching u at all times it’d be like chopping a limb off if u told him he wasnt allowed to touch u. loves rubbing his cheeks against urs idk thats just a thing in my head

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

cracks knuckles what do u guys know abt PLUSHIE HUMPER kai who steals sprays of ur perfume or lets u cuddle a specific one so it’ll smell like u when he fucks it later and cries ur name softly … what do u KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

nipple play. make this boy cum from just playing w his nipples i swear to god. and when hes more on the dominant sides of things definitely dacryphilia imo

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

just the bedroom !!! but maybe a quickie in the bathroom at a party could be up his alley too whos the say ;p

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

watching u get changed or get ready in general, defo also gets so hard when u do smth as simple as sit in his lap and move a little too much hes just too easy !!!!!!!!!!

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

nothing too rough and violent, and not heavy on the degradation either. just a tiny bit sometimes but hes more abt praise!! dont b too mean to him he’ll get stuck in his head :( not too fond of too much degradation towards u for this reason too! just a little if its what ur into but he prefers being nice to u its just in his nature no matter how bratty u get w him </3

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

a giver, bc it means he can make u feel good and also be between ur thighs which make for great earmuffs! not very good at it sometimes but his eagerness makes up for it!!!! other times he’s absolutely expert w his tongue its insane

he does love receiving tho!!!!! as much as he won’t admit it bc he thinks it’ll make him selfish for some reason Σ('◉⌓◉’) loves when u take him especially deep— rly makes his thighs shake and u have to keep ur hands on his hips to keep him from practically fucking ur throat >_>

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

gentle but kinda fast ? he gets so desperate and pathetic that he needs it to be faster but he can’t hurt u so he’s gentle by nature. he’ll get a lil rougher when he’s closer to cumming tho or if u rly push for it<3

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

don’t happen often but when they do they’re the hottest thing in the world. he either goes so dumb hes basically melted into ur arms and pleading, almost in tears or! he’s finally treating u like u won’t break and just taking what he wants, whispering how good u feel and how a little part of him wants someone to walk in and see u breaking in his hold :3c

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

a little! nothing crazy but if theres a more tame fantasy u wanna try he’d defo be down, and he’s happy to tell u his own fantasies, even if his face burns up w embarrassment w every word. not too fond on risks, not big ones anyway but little thrills r always fun!!!! ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

doesnt last long the first round especially but he’ll go as many rounds as u want. obsessed w how u feel when u cum on his cock so if u orgasm once and its not w him inside u ur gonna be going again and even then it might not be enough he’ll be overstimulating the both of u to the heavens— just be aware of that !

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

lowk vibrator obsession, loves watching u use it, loves using it on himself, loves using it on u, u using it on him— u both using at the same time, pressed up against either side of it and crying into each others mouths .. could also see him loving the idea of having a fleshlight. Gulps. ＿|￣|○

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

teases u a lot when hes in charge just to see ur glassy eyes and pretty lips form a pout, but hes pretty hypocritical bc he doesnt like to be teased and he’ll get so pathetic when u do .. sigh

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

louder when hes closer to cumming, whimpers and gaspy moans that grow louder and higher in pitch the closer he gets, probably likes to stuff his face in a pillow or plushie to keep himself quiet bc he gets so embarrassed but he sounds so pretty :((((

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

never really puts u in ur place when u act bratty but one time he just snaps and ur legs were trembling for a good two days after; good thing he was back to his little angelic self and carried u everywhere

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

big hes hung asf. personally im a little more interested in the 50 pounds of ass he carries around but ig his cock is also important in this category

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HIGH! .. once he gets a taste of sex— of you, he is insatiable woooo boy

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

hes not conking out until ur asleep first!!!!!!! so however long ur awake for after all is done, he’s up too!!!! no matter how hard his eyelids try to droop closed ok and if ur not sleepy hes not either (he is but just keep talking ok he’ll keep fighting it off)

[f1byjessie]

A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS ━━ LN4.

sometimes the right words are hard to come across, and sometimes everything you need to say can be captured in an image.

( lando norris x photographer!reader )

━━ part three.

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yourusername is it time for bahrain yet?! can’t wait to see these two back in action again soon! 🧡

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mclaren We keep asking ourselves the same thing! Our engines are ready and we’re raring to go! 🧡

↳ yourusername you truly understand me mclaren admin

↳ mclaren we think you’re the one who truly understands us y/n

↳ user y/n x mclaren admin?? 🤯 the plot twist none of us saw coming

user missing these lads so much lately

user THE RADIO SILENCE ON OSCAR’S SOCIALS WAS KILLING ME I DEPEND ON THESE MEN TOO MUCH THEY KEEP ME ALIVE 😭😭

user the f1 drought is real rn

user MCLAREN SUPREMACY 2024

↳ user i’m trying to be delulu but we all know it’s just gonna be the mv33 and redbull show again this year 🫤

user soooo are we all just gonna pretend like we didn’t see the pics of her with garrett ward orrrrr?

↳ user no bc i was just thinking the same thing 👀

↳ user wait that was actually her??? cuz you can like barely see her face so i thought it was just a joke???

user what a fake ass bitch

user she only posts other ppl on her acc cuz she knows her ugly ass face would scare everyone else away

user homegirl needs to stay tf away from my man fr 😤😤

user god what a hoe 😒 she already has these two that she could fuck with idk why she needed to go after garrett

user SLUT SLUT SLUT

user if she tries anything with anyone else on the city team i’m gonna lose my shit fr

↳ user same omg

↳ user honestly i’m just glad she didn’t go after grealish or haaland 🙌

↳ user she probably would’ve tried if they weren’t taken already 🙄

↳ user nah i bet she’s totally a homewrecker garrett’s probably just the first on her list

user oh… these comments… 😰

↳ user right???

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yourusername the city boys know how it’s done! and looking pretty good in orange too 😉

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mancity The lads are looking good indeed! This weekend’s match against Newcastle should be an exciting one! ⚽️🩵

mclaren ✍️ Jeremy ✍️ Doku ✍️ and ✍️ Ruben ✍️ Dias ✍️ McLaren ✍️ 2025

↳ mancity Do you think Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri would look good in sky blue? 🤔

user funny how she posts every city man BUT garrett

user god when does she go back to f1??

↳ user march iirc

↳ user well it can’t get here soon enough jfc

user FUCK OFF WE DON’T WANT YOU

user you’re a slag and should accept the fact that any guy would only want you bc of how easy you are

user i’ll bet my left leg that the only reason the f1 boys haven’t shacked up with her yet is cuz they know she’s probably riddled with disease since she drools over every guy that comes near her 😒 like girl needs to bffr and realize that throwing herself at every male in her vicinity isn’t gonna land her a husband and it just making her even more of a slut

↳ user nah i’ll bet they’ve all already done her over in f1 but nobody will touch her now that they’ve passed her round so she had to come over to football just to try and get someone to touch her again 🙄🙄🙄

user i hope garrett realizes how much of a slut she is and breaks up with her

user sick and tired of bitches like this getting with footballers and being all controlling. like i’ll bet she’s gonna tell garrett he can’t go out and party with his mates anymore bc he has to spend time in with her and then she’ll get all pissy about him having female fans bc she’s insecure and knows that if garrett got to meet a REAL fan he’d jump ship immediately. those of us who ACTUALLY care about footballers know their fans are super important to them and we wouldn’t hinder their relationship with them just bc we’re jealous or insecure. garrett needs to be with someone who actually supports him and is willing to let him do what he wants instead of controlling him like he’s a dog on a leash.

user kys like genuinely

user god i can’t wait for this skank to die 😒

“Hey Lando, it’s me. Your best friend. Again,” you give a humorless chuckle. “I could seriously use some of your wizened advice right about now, so, uh, please just give me a call back when you can. Thanks.”

It seems poetic in a cruel sort of way that less than a week ago you were walking Etihad Campus and feeling like you were on top of the world━ working a new albeit temporary gig, adding the Manchester City name to your list of clients, having photos of world-renowned footballers in your portfolio━ and now you’ve resigned yourself to hiding away in the women’s restroom, locked in a stall because it’s the only place you could think of where nobody would be able to find you.

You’re on the verge of tears and feeling rather stupid for it.

It’s the third time today alone that your call has gone straight to voicemail, and with the dozens of unread texts you’ve sent in the last week added to the mix, it’s starting to paint a picture you’re not very happy with. Lando is ignoring you. Or he’s blocked you. Or he’s blocked you because he’s ignoring you━

You bite down on your lip, hard, to keep back the sob crawling its way up your throat.

You’re not a PR officer, you hadn’t been lying when you told Garrett that, but you’ve spent enough time around the McLaren PR teams that you’ve picked up enough tips and tricks to know, at the very least, that the best thing you can do is just ignore the comments.

That’s what they tell all the athletes.

What they don’t tell the athletes is that ignoring the comments is much easier said than done, especially when your career requires you to have such a significant online presence. And the thing is, despite all of these strangers hounding you with every name under the sun and criticizing your capabilities, qualifications, and very existence, the thing that hurts the most is the radio silence from the only person you know could make it all better.

Now, more than ever, you need your best friend. But he isn’t here.

You tuck your phone into your jacket pocket and unlock the stall with great reluctance. You know better than to be hiding away, shirking your responsibilities while crying over a few missed phone calls. You have a job to do, and a real professional wouldn’t let something as simple as a handful of tasteless comments get in the way of that.

You should be used to them. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.

Your first month at McLaren wasn’t entirely different.

When you were first hired on, Carlos had been in Formula One for a handful of years already and had built up a devotedly loyal fanbase with a decently large percentage of possessive fangirls who had come for your head the moment your existence had been announced.

The McLaren Instagram account had posted a picture of you standing between their two grinning drivers, your camera strung around your neck, with a very nice caption welcoming you to the team, and despite no indication that you were by any means involved with either of them in a way that went beyond professional, the comments had been taken over by feral teenage girls who saw the act of you simply standing near Carlos to be a direct threat against their “chances.”

Though it had been frustrating being met with childish threats and petty insults in your comments, you hadn’t really held it against any of them. You remember being a teenage girl and crushing on a celebrity. Deep down you knew you never had a chance with them, but that hadn’t stopped you from hanging posters in your bedroom and doodling their name beneath yours inside of scribbled hearts in your diary.

Regardless, it had taken close to a month for the negativity to die down, and you hadn’t had Lando then, either, so now shouldn’t be much different.

In fact, everyone on the Manchester City team━ trainers, physios, media coordinatiors, and anyone inbetween━ has been very polite about everything between you and Garrett. A lot of them have just avoided saying anything about it, which you’re very grateful for because you don’t think you’d be able to hold back your grimace while thanking them for their well wishes, and the few who have mentioned it typically only say something vague like a wishing you the best of luck or hoping you’re happy.

An intern gave you a sympathetic smile the other day, and you’d nearly burst into tears in the middle of the office of the Director of Communications, so you know you aren’t truly alone in this.

You just feel alone.

Exiting the bathroom is a simple affair. There’s no one standing post outside ready to give you any shit for being hidden away, and nobody comes sprinting around the corner as you make your way down the hall to the press conference room that’s been temporarily turned into your base of operations.

You think you’ll probably be able to go the rest of the afternoon without running into anyone, when you open your door and find━ sitting in the front row of the seats typically saved for journalists and the press, scrolling across his phone with a disinterested look painted across his face━ Jack Grealish.

“Jack,” you greet, a bit shocked. You close the door to the room gently behind you, and cross the distance to your desk. “Did we have a meeting scheduled? It must’ve completely slipped my mind, I sincerely apologize.”

He offers you a polite smile. “No, we didn’t, so no need to be sorry. I actually just wanted to check in. See how things are going with everything.”

You blink at him in surprise. Apart from Garrett, you haven’t really had much time to speak with the other players. They wish you good morning and good afternoon when they see you, and if a ball goes astray they always call out for you to watch your head, but between their morning training and their afternoon training, their strategy reviews at lunch, and the frequent in between meetings with physios, nutritionists, and trainers, they don’t get much time to chit chat with a simple photographer.

You clear your throat, “Erm, it’s going well. I’ve gotten some really good shots these past few days. There’s one with Rodrigo that I’m particularly proud of. It should do well with the fans.”

“And things with Ward?”

You purse your lips.

“Figured.” Jack sighs. “Look, nearly everyone you run into here knows or has at least some inkling into what he’s like. He’s a prick. None of the lads on the team like him, it’s why the managers are trying to get him out of here.”

You lower yourself down into your chair. “He told me they were planning to trade him off because of his reputation.”

Jack scoffs, “Yeah, ‘cause that’s the ‘official’ reason. They can’t cut his contract early for legal reasons, so they’re waiting for it to expire and coming up with an excuse for why they ain’t re-signing him. It’s really just ‘cause the rest of us can’t keep dealing with his massive ego and the fact that he’s a misogynistic fuck who doesn’t know the first thing about respect.”

“Fucking tell me about it,” you mutter with a sigh.

If he expected you to defend Garrett and is surprised by the fact that you haven’t, Jack doesn’t show it. He looks relaxed sitting across from you, like you’re having a casual conversation and not actively shit talking a member of his team. It gives you the impression that he knows significantly more about Garrett than you do, and that because of what he knows he probably figured out that one party in the relationship is not the most willing of participants.

“How’d you get all wrapped up it in then? Didn’t figure you to be the type to go after pricks like Ward.”

You debate over whether you should tell him or not. There isn’t much Jack can do about the situation regardless, but it would at least get things off your chest and if someone else knew then maybe you wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.

There’s only so many days you can spend hiding out in the women’s restroom trying not to bawl your eyes out, and you’ve already reached your limit.

You heave a sigh, “It’s kind of fucked up really.” A pen on your desk catches your attention and you start to fiddle with it, avoiding Jack’s eyes which have focused directly onto you. “He asked if I would help him fix up his reputation by pretending to be his girlfriend so he could show everyone that he’s matured and can hold down a steady relationship. When I told him no, he threatened to make up a lie about inappropriate conduct to get me fired and blacklisted from the industry, so for the sake of preserving my career I agreed.”

“Bloody fucking hell,” Jack murmurs, shaking his head. “I’m real sorry he did that, Y/N.”

You shrug. “It’s happened, so, there’s nothing I can really do except wait it out at this point.”

When you look up and meet his gaze, Jack looks murderous. His hands are clenched into fists on the armrests, knuckles white with the strength of his grip. His brows are furrowed, and his lips are twisted downward in a scowl.

“If you need anything,” he starts, “let me know. And I mean it. We all know how Ward can be. He’s a knobhead. So if you need anything━” his emphasis on the word and what that implies makes you feel more comforted than anything has since the whole fiasco started, “━then you let me know, or you tell one of the other boys and they’ll find me, alright?”

All you can do is nod.

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━━ a/n: no lando yet, but we've got a cutesy little grealish scene to make up for it because i couldn't have a story with manchester city and not include him! lowkey writing this part made me wanna write for a footballer too... anyways! hope you all enjoy!

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shinobu x female reader

I wanna kick uzuis ass again soooooooo

Uzui is being a dick to everyone because he is in a mood and make fun of shinobu (u find the reason nth comes to mind rn) and the reader having an awful day herself kicks his ass and brings him to his wives "next time that disgrace you call a husband insults my soon to be wife again I'm gonna cut his tongue of and shove it so far up his ass it will come out of his mouth again 🙃

have a good day ladies oh and do keep him a check or I will 🙂 byeeeee"

gl finishing all of those rqst

Bad Morning

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: I don’t know what’s up with me, but this threat was a bit too descriptive for me and since this is like, at least the third time we’re beating Uzui up, this one is kind of lackluster, apologies! Hopefully I still got the message across lol. Hope you still like it! Word Count: ~1,220

Uzui Tengen woke up on the wrong side of the bed earlier that morning. Which was to say Suma had accidentally pushed Makio out of bed, which in turn lead to Makio dragging her out of said bed by the ankles in retaliation. Tengen tried his best to ignore them and focus on Hinatsuru’s cute mumblings as she turned to lay on her other side, but Makio’s growls and Suma’s cries made it downright impossible.

“Could you two keep it down, goddamnit! Why does this have to happen every morning?!”

“Maybe we should invest in a bigger bed.” Hinatsuru murmured, pressing a pillow over her head.

“Or we just make Suma sleep on the floor. She kicked me last night too and I have the bruise to prove it!” Makio pulled up the hem of her sleepware to show the bruise her thigh was sporting and Suma wailed.

“I’m sorry! Let me kiss it better! Don’t make me sleep on the floor Makio, please!”

“Nobody is sleeping on the floor!” Tengen groaned. “I’ll get a bigger bed, okay? Can I just get one more hour of sleep—“

“Caw!” Nijimaru came in through the window with flapping wings and rattling beads. A damn fine, flamboyant bird if Tengen did say so himself, but he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather see less at the moment. “You’ll be late for the meeting if you stay in bed any longer, Uzui!”

“Damn it all, that’s today?” Tengen shot out of bed, jamming his toe against the bedside table. He cursed and limped his way to the bathroom, now even more pissed because he would have to skip his morning skin care routine if he was going to make it to Oyakata-sama’s mansion in time.

He barely had enough time to bathe and put on his makeup before heading out the door. No time to even eat breakfast. At least Suma ran him some toast at the door and jumped up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. It certainly made up for the rude awakening at least, sweet girl.

Still, all the toast and kisses in the world couldn’t make him shake off the sour mood he was in. His morning routine was sacred. When his routine was disturbed, it honestly felt like his whole day was ruined.

People have bad days. It’s normal to maybe ask for a little space, to tell people you aren’t really feeling yourself, but the moment you use your bad morning as an excuse to be shitty to other people, then expect your day to get much, much worse.

“Iguro, come on man. Can you get your scrawny ass outta my way? Shouldn’t you be sitting like a broody tree’d raccoon by now?”

“We’re talking, walk around. It’s a fucking garden.” Sanemi was quick to shoot back as Obanai glared.

“Nobody can make anything easy today, can they?” Tengen sighed loudly, bumping into Sanemi as he walked past the two fuming men.

He rested in his usual spot, hoping to maybe get a little bit more sleep in before the Master arrived. However, Mitsuri was talking up a storm with Shinobu and (Y/n) and the excitement in her voice as she spoke made it hard for Tengen to relax.

“She made me dango for helping me get her cat out of the tree! Isn’t that great? It was really good too! And then—!”

“Gods, Kanroji,” Tengen groaned, “would it kill you to take a page out of Tomioka’s book and be quite for once?”

“Hey! What the hell is your problem?” (Y/n) scowled.

“Just because you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, it doesn’t give you license to make everyone else around you feel miserable as well.” Shinobu chimed in, she put a reassuring hand on Mitsuri’s shoulder while she gave Tengen a disapproving look.

“I’m gonna kill that bastard.” Obanai growled, Kaburamaru hissed in agreement.

“Perhaps you should take a page out of Tomioka-san’s book and butt out of conversations that have nothing to do with you, hm? Contrary to what your ego may tell you, the world does not revolve around you.” Shinobu added for good measure.

“Big words for somebody so small. I could crush you like a grape between my fingers.”

“Uzui, my friend! You should stop talking before you say something you’ll really regret!” Rengoku advised.

“So disgruntled,” Shinobu tisked pityingly, “Given how out of sorts you are this morning, I doubt you could even brush me with those meaty, perpetually sweaty hands.

Tengen took a deep breath through clenched teeth, but (Y/n) spoke up before him, her voice low, warning,

“Uzui-san, I’d listen to Rengoku-san if I were you. Act like an adult and let it go. With any luck, the meeting will be over in an hour and you can sleep the rest of the day away.”

“Tch,“ Tengen sneered, “how about this, you tell your little, and I do mean shrimpy, puny, girlfriend to zip it, and then I will too.”

“I am not her keeper.” (Y/n) said through gritted teeth.

“Well if she can’t keep her mouth shut, why should I?!”

“Ah, my deepest apologies, Uzui-san,” Shinobu began, not looking very sorry at all, “(Y/n) and I had a rather late night in the lab ourselves. My mistake for trying to hold you to the same standards we hold ourselves to.”

Tengen was seeing red. He wanted to wipe that perfect little smile right off of Shinobu’s face and before he could think better of it, he had thought of something to say that would hit her where it would hurt.

“Wipe that fake-ass smile off your face, little Kanae wannabe. You want to imitate her so bad, start by acting like less of a bitch maybe.”

Well, that sure made the smile fall from Shinobu’s lips. Her expression became impassive, an eerie blankness, but no one took the time to really notice because (Y/n) was already leaping to her feet, kicking up pebbles that scattered over Tengen’s thighs as she got closer.

“The fuck did you just say?!” Sanemi growled, his head snapping towards Uzui.

“Uzui-san, I know you can be abrasive, but that kind of talk is unacceptable.” Gyomei spoke up for the first time that day and that was how Tengen knew he might have really fucked up.

“Okay, okay, you are a fucking dead man now! I don’t give a damn about you not getting your beauty sleep, you wanna play nasty, we’ll play nasty alright!”

(Y/n) knew Shinobu could take care of herself, but she also knew that Uzui had hit a nerve. Like Shinobu had said, they had a tough night, tougher than Uzui’s, she imagined. She had been helping Shinobu with her latest experiment on her journey to find a poison that could end an Upper Moon.

Despite all of the promising research, the experiment had fallen flat, or well, more accurately caused a small explosion that (Y/n) and Shinobu spent the next three hours cleaning up after. Thankfully they had been wearing the proper gear during the whole ordeal, but they still smelt overwhelmingly of wisteria.

(Y/n) got close enough to Uzui that he could smell it on her and the potency stung his nose. She grabbed him by the collar of his uniform and he engulfed her wrist with his hand—

“Oyakata-sama is coming!” Mitsuri squealed, noticing two of the Master’s children leading him around the building. It must have been one of his good days and he decided to take a stroll.

“I’m not done with you.” (Y/n) hissed, letting go of Uzui’s uniform with a shove before quickly dropping to the ground.

“You’re like a yappy little dog,” he sneered, “All I gotta say is, ‘boo!’ and you’ll be shaking in your sandals.”

“The first thing I’m gonna do is cut out your own tongue and feed it to you, asshole.”

Tengen grit his teeth together. The Master was much too close now to continue trading vulgarities.

Tengen started out the meeting boiling hot, but listening to the Master speak had its usual calming affects and before Tengen knew it, he was in a relaxed, meditative state. It was the closest thing to sleep one could have while awake. It was like magic. The Master bid them all farewell and Tengen inhaled deeply, then released a relaxed exhaled, tension leaving his shoulders. He felt so much better—

(Y/n)’s fist came sailing at him with all the force of a mantis shrimp and she decked him, making direct contact with his temple.

“Alright Uzui, how about you and me go for a little stroll?” (Y/n) grunted, heaving the hulking man to his feet was no simple task, especially now that he was having a hard time standing up himself after that vision spotting hit. She turned to look back at Shinobu with adoration and concern, “Would you like to come along, dear?”

“I suppose.” Shinobu shrugged before rising to her feet as well. Truthfully, she didn’t want to have to look at Uzui for another minute, but if (Y/n) accidentally killed him, that would be one less Hashira and they were already spread thin enough as it was.

The remaining Hashira, that cared enough to, watched on as (Y/n) pulled Tengen away from the mansion by his ear, very thankful they weren’t in his shoes at that moment.

Tengen shuffled down the path, bending with (Y/n)’s sharp pushes and pulls while the two women discussed what they should eat for lunch. Sadistic beings…

Though it was hard for his eyes to focus because of that sharp punch to his temple, he soon recognized the scenery and realized (Y/n) was taking him home, to what end, he was afraid to find out.

“Good afternoon, ladies.” He heard (Y/n)’s muffled voice through the ringing in his ears.

“Oh gods, what did he do this time?” Makio groaned.

“(Y/n)-san, I don’t know what he did, but please, be a little more gentle with him.” Hinatsuru requested hesitantly.

She was hesitant because she knew her husband had a track record of saying or doing stupid things. Even Suma, the most sympathetic of the bunch, could agree that sometimes getting slapped around a little bit was warranted when it came to their husband’s unfiltered words and uncouth actions.

“Don’t worry, I caught him off guard with the first punch, so I didn’t go any further. I probably nearly fractured his skull since he didn’t think to defend himself at all, don’t you think so, Shinobu?”

“Oh yes, given how he’s been wobbling, and that he threw up in the bushes on the way here, it’s safe to say he would have been in real trouble if you had decided to keep going.”

Makio, Hina and Suma paled, quickly taking possession of their loopy husband when (Y/n) offered him to them. It was difficult to keep all that muscle up right, so they could only imagine just how furious (Y/n) was to have been able to basically drag him all the way home.

“The next time your disgraceful, woefully un-flamboyant husband says or does anything that hurts my fiancée, intentionally or not, he may not make it back to you in one piece. Understand?”

“Yes, we’ll talk to him. I’m sorry.” Hinatsuru hung her head low.

“You have nothing to apologize for, but when your husband snaps out of it, you might suggest he start looking for ways to atone because I’m not quite so sure I could hold myself back if I see him again too soon. That single punch was not satisfying at all.”

“We’ll work on it.” Makio swore.

“We promise! Please don’t kill him!” Suma sobbed.

“I won’t kill him, too much paperwork.” (Y/n) promised, then after a pause added, “Well, I wouldn’t kill him on purpose anyway.”

“Here,” Shinobu stepped up to the three horrified looking wives and handed Hinatsuru a small paper bag, “I suspect he has a concussion. I have provided all instructions and materials needed to give him proper treatment.”

“Thank you…” the three answered in unison.

Shinobu gave them a short nod of acknowledgment before linking back up with (Y/n). The two strolled off like nothing had happened, smiling and gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes as they disappeared over the hill.

“We need that new bed stat!” Suma said with an exhausted sigh as the trio dragged Tengen into the house.

“I think our dumbass husband needs a personality check more.” Makio grunted.

[nekropsii]

hello!I have a question about your alpha troll iceberg.

When did kurloz sexually assault meulin?I cannot find the source for it on my own.

I’m also a little skeptical since:

1.kurloz feels some form of guilt for deafening meulin.Not as much guilt as he shows,considering how he technically breaks his oath of silence by using his purpleblood magic

2.he isn’t openly sexual other than getting the codpiece,which I view as him following any orders from gamzee and/or lord English.And also his game sprite may have a bulge to it?im not sure about my second point

3.i don’t know why he would do that because he doesn’t abuse meulin that way.In openbound 2,he treats meulin more as an easy pawn to assist him in his malicious plans to help lord english & gamzee rather than sexually assaulting her to ruin her and then manipulating her.

I’m really curious to know when this happened,since it would reframe his already atrocious actions as even worse

Also I have a bias since I have a weird attachment to kurloz for no canon compliant reason.

Hopefully this isn’t too long…it probably is but I hope 8]

I applaud the thoroughness, actually, and thank you for reaching out. I love when people ask me to Cite My Sources, so to speak.

It's in one of the Signing portions of their interactions, so I do not necessarily blame you for missing it.

This is clearly non-consensual touching that is being framed as Upsetting on Meulin's end and Deliberately Creepy on Kurloz's.

I'm not really sure how I feel about it. Well, I feel bad about it, obviously, assault is literally always bad, but I really cannot decipher Kurloz as a character. Not fully, really, 'cuz he doesn't have much of one. To me, this reads as a pure, unadulterated Makara Moment, and I'm frankly just kind of tired of it. Kurloz's character is just a nebulous haze of Plot Instigation and Racism. Gamzee's character is also just a nebulous haze of Plot Instigation and Racism. These are both characters who are coded as Black, who are portrayed as being very dominating, abusive, and physically + sexually violent - especially Gamzee. Kurloz doing this is weird, but it's not... Shocking, I guess.

His relationship with Meulin is absolutely, uh... Troubled... To put it nicely... What, with him manipulating her into a cult and mind controlling her into doing his bidding all the time, on top of this assault, the Bullshit Clown Magic having the side effects of Confusion, Brain Fog, and Memory Loss, and her still seeming to have some kind of suppressed attraction to him... It's complicated. I think it could be genuinely very fascinating to explore, if one has the stomach for it. And a deft enough hand... And is capable of handling it all with maximum sensitivity. It's verging on something really good... But it falls kind of flat, and it's fucking exhausting that we're having this same damn conversation with another fucking Makara.

This could be done extremely well. There's some genuinely solid grounds here for exploring a very complex, very visceral abusive relationship, kind of like what was going on with Gamzee and Terezi, but... There was both just not enough time to set that up fully, and also I am so tired of Makaras being Like That.

I wish I could say this was surprising. I really do. It's not, though. It's like... On par with Gamzee being kind of a Necrophile. I just have to sigh and throw my hands up and accept it. Like, god dammit, okay, I guess we're doing this today! Sure! Whatever! Fuck my life.

[firecrackerhh]

“Someone shows a leak where Vaggie looks a lil sad”

“Vaggie is being emotionally abused!!! Chaggie bad!!!”

You are…an idiot.

I don’t care if you don’t ship Chaggie dude but the people claiming it’s unhealthy in any way are like…I dunno man I’m convinced they’re just coping. People get so fucking pissy about shipping…ANYTHING it’s so DUMB.

I don’t CARE if you don’t ship Chaggie but good god just stop acting like a fucking retard about it and maybe fans and even Viv herself wouldn’t think so fucking negatively of you. Y’all know the only reason why Charlastor gets so much shit it’s cuz you fucking brainlets are fucking obnoxious about it right?

Like it would sure be easy to not hate a ship if only the people who did weren’t constantly acting like petty fucking assholes about it.

“Chaggie is abusive!” You people are actually retarded if you think that, just cuz Charlie doesn’t always listen to Vaggie due to her excitable nature that doesn’t mean it’s emotional abuse you fucking retards.

You fuckers don’t even know what emotional abuse actually fucking is, I feel bad for their actual S/O’s if they got any, these people have to be so obnoxious irl. Gotta walk on eggshells or they accuse you of gaslighting them or some shit probably.

Like Christ you can say I’m going too far but for fucks sake man, I think you have to have something wrong with you if you look at Chaggie’s relationship and think the words “abusive” or “toxic” or anything like that. Your brain is soup.

As if Charlastor isn’t fucking capable of being abusive, you people are such fucking hypocrites it’s fucking ridiculous.

[nubuckleather]

Buddietommy, 600 words

~~just a cute little short whatever to try out writing these characters. pov eddie diaz and featuring the couch gag cuz im unoriginal. enjoy (hopefully)!~~

“Come here,” Tommy whispers, lips just brushing the shell of Eddie’s ear, the softest touch that nonetheless lights up every nerve ending in Eddie’s body. He goes back easy, sinking into Tommy’s strong arms and giving into the feeling of being held.

“That’s it, baby,” Tommy says, nosing behind Eddie’s ear and down his neck. “I got you.” Eddie shivers so acutely he can feel his eyelashes flutter.

He peeks down toward the other end of the couch, where Buck is perched, turned inwards to face them. He’s studying the two of them with that soft, focused Buck-ness that he has, his lips just slightly parted. Eddie kind of wants to slip his fingers between them, but he has no desire to wrest himself out of Tommy’s firm but gentle grip.

So he settles for asking Buck, “You like this view?” His voice rasps on the last syllable. All of this, being queer, being intimate like this with other men, it still feels so new to Eddie, but he already can’t imagine not having this, not when it feels so right.

Buck’s lips quirk apart even further. “You know that I do,” he says, so sweet, so solemn. “God, you’re so beautiful together.”

Eddie feels Tommy chuckle into the pulse point of his neck. He looks at Buck, all flushed cheeks and tousled hair. He can’t believe it took him so long to let himself want this. He can’t believe they’ve let him want this, bringing him onto their dates and onto their couch and into their bed like it’s not even a question of Eddie belonging here with them.

“Be more beautiful if you came over here,” he says, making grabby hands until Buck crawls down the length of the couch to press a chaste kiss to Eddie’s lips, to curl his fingers into Tommy’s where they rest over Eddie’s stomach.

“Mmm, firefighter sandwich,” Eddie giggles slightly deliriously. Buck’s shining above him, adoration in his gaze. Tommy licks a stripe behind his ear, an unshakable counterweight.

Buck’s lips twist before he swoops down to kiss Eddie again, then off to the side to find Tommy’s mouth. Eddie tries to turn himself to get a better view of his boyfriends—his boyfriends, now isn’t that thrilling—but shifting his weight causes Tommy to wheeze and Buck to lose his balance.

Buck catches himself before he can actually fall to the floor, but rebalancing takes him farther out of Eddie’s space. Eddie unconsciously lets out a low whine. Tommy strokes his side soothingly, but then manhandles him so they’re sitting side by side instead of pressed together lengthwise.

“I might need to get a bigger couch,” Buck says. Then his lips flap like a fish. “I need to get a bigger couch,” he repeats. “I don’t know how I missed that. It’s obvious. How could I forget about the couch?”

Tommy’s grin is a bit bemused. “If you really want a new couch, Evan, we can look online in the morning,” he says. “But until then, we do all fit in your bed.”

They’ll have to explain the couch thing to Tommy—but he’s got a point, there are more pressing matters at hand. “Yeah, Buck,” Eddie says. “Take us to bed.”

His stomach is full of butterflies when Buck pulls him up, when Tommy keeps a hand on his shoulder, steady as anything. Eddie tries to savor the feeling, the shape of this, something so unexpected, yet right under his nose the entire time.

He breaks away from them, headed toward the stairs. “Come on, you two,” he calls over his shoulder.

They come.

[honoviadakai]

Rating team Urameshi based on how likely they are to get your coffee order right ☕️ 💚💙♥️🖤

Yusuke:

5/10

He’s not the worst but like…he’s not the first person I’d send on a coffee run

If your order isn’t complicated, you’re probably safe and he will get it correct 9 times outta 10

He’ll only get it wrong if he’s feeling like messing with you/a little mad at ya

If your order is complicated however….

…..

Just go get it yourself, he’s gonna fuck up like 5 of your 6 instructions

Also absolutely will drink some of your drink on the way back

“Other people’s coffee orders just taste better for some reason” 🤣

Kuwabara:

8/10

Great person to send on coffee runs!

He does his absolute best to remember your order regardless of how easy or complicated it is

But the more complex the order, the more nervous her is about messing it up

And he might actually mess up like 1 part of your order once he hits the front cuz he panicked

He will be SO apologetic if you tell him he even made one mistake

Like it could be as simple as putting oat milk in the order when you asked for coconut milk and he will apologize like he’s committed a war crime

He’ll even run and grab another order that is 100% correct this time

He’s not perfect at getting orders but I will never be angry with him if he messes up. Ever.

Kurama:

100/10

This man

Right here

Is the coffee run god

First of all

Let’s talk fits

Cuz he makes walking into town look like a god damn art from

I’m talking perfectly coordinated outfits with matching accessories and a walk that would have the entire modeling industry quaking

now for the actual orders

It legit does not matter how complicated your order is

He has that shit memorized

Never gets it wrong.

Ever.

Hell, he’ll sometimes order you an extra drink or food item if he think you need it and it’s always EXACTLY what you need/want that day

Like let’s say if you have work that day but you also planned to go to the gym later

Well obviously you need a little extra protein and carbs to get you through the day so he’s getting you a breakfast sandwich and a protein smoothie the way you like it, substitutions and all

He does double checks the orders before he leaves because sometimes the baristas get the orders wrong

I can’t even fault them, he stepped into shop, I’d forget how to do my job too

Hiei:

-10,000/10

Why

Oh why

Oh fucking WHY

What in the ever loving hell did you smoke that made you think asking HIEI of all people to go of a coffee run for you was a good idea????

First off

Do you honestly think this man knows what a Starbucks is?

Let alone how to order from places like that???

Best case scenario, he sneaks in, uses his jagan eye to manipulate a barista into making your order, for free, he takes it, comes back and it’s the completely wrong order

Worst case scenario, you have to bail him out of jail or hide him from the cops

God help you if your order is anything other than a simple black coffee because that’s all he’s getting

Whatever you just said you wanted him to get was you speaking a foreign language as far as he’s concerned

Literally just sent someone else!

Please!

[yappyappyapp]

Can i rq a ringo x reader were the reader is an assistant for The beatles and is really burnt out and tired and ringo tried to care for them?<3

What’s up buddy 😝😝

Hello! First req ahh n this is so cute !!!

If I fell in love with you

Warnings: FLUFF. (And John being annoying.) (and bad writing.)

You happened to be an assistant to one of the biggest bands at the time, and it was absolutely lovely. Just kidding!! The Beatles made it a bit more difficult to work, John who would take his sarcastic and idiotic comments and remarks to a whole new level, eventually annoying the living crap out of you. George was okay, but he honestly talked your EAR of when he had the chance, how could anyone CONSIDER him the ‘quiet Beatle’? Paul was… okay, he had very pretty eyes, though. And then there was little old Ringo. He wasn’t as annoying. He had a pretty voice.

Brian had assigned you to keep an eye on the boys in a hotel in America, as it was their first time, and they strictly needed to stay in the hotel at all times for the show the following day.

“Would’ya pass me the water, Macca?” John asked innocently, his nasally British accent rang out. Paul passed over the salt as he had a burger half in his mouth. John grinned. ‘Oops.’ He muttered, still smiling as he poured the whole jug on Paul’s head. Macca’s eyes widened as the water trickled down his face and clothes, and he slowly turned to John. “It’s on, Lenny.” Paul picked a handful of whatever the heck was on the table, and hurled it towards John.

“Boys, please-“ you tried to interrupt, knowing their suits were freshly washed, dried, and ironed by indeed, you. You sighed deeply and wiped a hand down your face. You shouldn’t have signed up for this position. It was silly.

“John, food down!” Your voice raised slightly, a thing you never did, catching the attention of John, who put down the food and shrugged, still giggling at Paul, and Paul was doing the same. You could never control these boys, and it was like a war zone job if you did say so yourself.

After the food fight, no, literal war, you went back to your room and curled up on the bed, staring at the ceiling, praying to God that tomorrow wouldn’t be as bad.

A soft knock was heard on the thick wood of the door.

“Come in!” You hollered, (your nationality) accent wavered a tad.

The door creaked open. Maybe it was a serial killer? Just kidding.

Ringo stood in the doorway, plate in hand.

“hi.” You said, rushing to sit up and fix your skirt and hair, nodding in the process.

“Hello, love.” Ringo nodded, stepping farther into the threshold of your room. “Brought ‘ye supper.” He said softly, approaching your bed. You studied his face, his nose, and how his eyes were a perfect china shade of blue. You noticed how his hair falls on his forehead, and how the brown colour accentuated his rosy red cheeks.

“Why are you doing this for me?” You ask quietly, taking the plate, fingers heating up from the bottom of the plate.

“‘Cuz yer workin’ hard, and John n Paul n Goergie ain’t makin’ it easy for ye.” He shrugged and sat beside you, smiling a bit.

Gosh, his smile.

“Aww, Ringo.” You blush, smiling slightly. He smiled back and put his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it slightly and getting up. “I’m gonna run you a bath.” He grinned playfully, running off into the bathroom.

How sweet. Maybe being The Beatles assistant isn’t that bad. <3

(Ik this isn’t really the req im sorry i had trouble thinking of stuff : , ( )

[starlightt180]

basim ibn Ishaq x virgin fem reader

tw ?): nsfw .(tell me if I missed any)

You and Basim sat on the cliff in Alamut looking at the rest of the assassins from above ,the sunset was beautiful ,birds going back to their nest to turn in for the night , Basim was looking at the sunset thinking out loud “there’s something inside the is calling me in .i don’t what it is but I must know “ Basim said then he looked at u to see your reaction , u stood up looking angry “ absolutely not Basim! people who enter never come back ! I won’t lose you to some voice in ur head !” Basim stood up looking straight into ur eyes “Nehal said-“ “ WHO IS NEHAL BASIM THERE IS NO NEHAL AROUND ” You looked at Basim angry , he keeps talking about entering the temple over and over again but you always tell him no because you know who he will never come back , not as a dead body but as a different person .if he enters and know his own identity. You will lose your lover .” I’m tired of hearing about her and never see her” you said and turned your head . Both of you Sitting back down .

“ well- wait are you jealous.?” He said smirking “ I’m not ! And who would get jealous for you? Ew” YOU ARE , you loved basim since the day he became an assassin. Tho you’re not an assassin but a healer for them. Whenever they are injured your there for them. That’s what got you to love basim, a day never passes without him getting injured and coming to you. You and other assassins joke about him hurting himself just to see you “ I don’t know… maybe someone named (y/n)?” He said and was getting closer to you “ you know (y/n) ….sometimes I see how you look at me .and when I look back at you my heart goes crazy for you “ he took your hand into his. You looked at him, trying to see if he’s joking around. “Thought I’d never hear you say this” you said as your faces got closer until your lips touched. Both of you started to kiss passionately, your arms wrapped around his neck while his right is holding your face and the other is on your waist . as the kiss got heated , you started to remove each other’s clothes, basim clothes were annoying cuz they were layers of fabric . But yours were easy to get rid of , all he had to do was pull your dress up .

after getting his clothes off , he started to kiss and suck on your neck. Then he pulled,” are you sure about this ? Or do you want us to stop? “ he said “ don’t stop my love” you said while pulling him closer to you , his hand went to your chest , touching and pulling on your nibbles . You moaned loud ,and that made his cock throb, he can’t take it anymore he needs to be inside you ,inside that warm and tight virgin cunt “ I can’t hold it much longer… I need you” he said lining his throbbing cock to your entrance. “wait!… be gentle please I’m … a virgin “ you said , a little embarrassed “ don’t worry my dear. I will be gentle and there’s nothing to be. Embarrassed about.” He started to push himself in . ‘Oh god. She’s tight ‘ he thought to himself, he can’t hold back ! You’re so tight and your pussy is warm!. “ahh basim please.. ha. I need you so bad.” You said moaning as you run your hands through his hair. His soft and beautiful hair. He pushed until he’s all in. , filling you up with his cock . He started to move in and out slowly so you can get used to him , even tho he want to bully your tight hole and fill it up with his cum, make you his and have children with you. He can’t stop thinking about you carrying his child .that got him to start thrusting.”ohh your so tight. I think I can’t hold back .forgive if I hurt you “ after he sa Your eyes got wide as he started thrust faster, your moaning isn’t helping too, it keeps driving him crazy.

your bodies were hot .sweat rolling down ,foreheads touching, panting sound can be heard .basim thrusts were fast ,his cock going in and out in a hard and fast way but you enjoyed the feeling. His cock reaches places where it drives you crazy .”you like that ya rouhi? (My soul) do you want me to fill you up until your pregnant?” Basim said looking into your eyes . “ah… yes yes! keep going my love, i want to have your baby ” Your moans makes him thrust faster . It’s like music to his ears , he put his hand on your mouth to quit your moans so no one else can hear you moan for him. He’s a jealous guy after all. Feeling like he’s closer to your finish he started to suck on your neck , leaving some marks behind to mark your his only . “Ohhh yes baby right here… I’m about to cummm..” at this point your a mess . Panting, sweating and horny for him, “ i am too… cum with me my love . Let go” after few hard thrusts you both came .

“Ha… are you fine my love?” He said looking at you . Seeing if your hurt “I am fine …. That was crazy . I’ve never done this before.” You both broke out laughing . Looking at each other , basin put his hand on your lower belly.” I can’t wait to start a family with you love .” He kissed your cheek and got his scarf on you.”I love you” you smiled at him” and I love you “ you said and kissed his lips one more time “ let’s rest now my love , we have a long day tomorrow “ you said , standing up to dress you self , leaving basim behind. The voice inside his head is no longer there and the thought of entering the temple is no longer there. Guess it all needed a pussy to make him forget. He chuckled and started to dress up. Laying down beside you, he kissed your head and pulled you to him . Both falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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lolll that took me long 😭😭anyway guys tell me if you like it and if you want more

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2×2 - Prologue 1

Author: Akira

Characters: Hinata, Yuuta

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(…I’m getting kinda sick of this already.)"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: 2×2 Program Set

ES’ first year of establishment. Late March, the site for filming 2wink’s namesake program; 2×2…

Hinata: “And 2×2 (squared) begins again today!”

Yuuta: “This is our street where we rule!”

Hinata: “Talk about needlessly rap-like~☆”

Yuuta: “We’re in top form~♪”

Yuuta: (…I’m getting kinda sick of this already.)

Hinata: (What’s with my brother all of a sudden!?)

(You okay? Not enough excitement? I mean, you’ve been way mentally unstable lately!)

(Onii-chan’s worried. Let’s be more enthusiastic, okay? We’re about to launch our long-awaited namesake program for 2wink at long last, aren’t we~?)

Yuuta: (It’s not like this is our first time doing this, you know, it’s not really anything to get hyped over.)

(I mean, we’ve hosted a great number of variety shows in the past.)

(It’s starting to really show just how that much was barely recognized by anyone.)

(Now that we’ve gotten 2×2, we’ve started getting compliments from fans and peers all of a sudden.)

(“Congrats!” “What a huge breakthrough!” “Now you guys are big-time idols too!”)

(I’m nooooot an idiot!)

(Even though we’re doing the exact same thing we’ve always been doing, only this time the reactions of those around us has changed so blatantly. It doesn’t sit right with me.)

(“Congratulations” for what? They’ve been silent for us the entire time, but they’ll praise us all “good boy, good boy” only when we succeed in doing our “grown-up obligations”?)

Yuuta: (Hah! Acting like a grown-up is too easy!)

Hinata: (This is bad, baaad…)

(He sorta seemed like he had calmed down when he started growing his hair out, but Yuuta-kun was accumulating stress in the pit of his stomach, as he does…)

(Instead, he just hid that stress from even his own Onii-chan and turned it invisible. The poison within his stomach he refused to vent out to anyone increased in concentration—)

(And now, it’s about to erupt. Like a dormant volcano about to explode.)

(I-I need to calm him down somehow, before he directs it at those around him like what happened at SS.)

(O’ raging Aoi Yuuta! God, pacify his anger~!)

Yuuta: …Who are you praying to, Aniki? Gross!

Hey, what has God ever done for us?

Hinata: (H-Huh? I’m not sure if my feelings are getting across very well~…)

(Before, my feelings were always able to reach him without having to say anything, like telepathy unique to twins.)

Hinata: (Yuuta-kun really has changed.)

(No, it’s us both who have.)

Yuuta: Alright, let’s not slack off and get to work. Don’t worry, I’m a professional, I can get my work done even if I don’t feel like it.

Hinata: R-Right. Onii-chan has a lot on his mind too, but he’ll change his mindset too.

“—Now, allow me to introduce you to our “friends” this time around! ☆”

Yuuta: “As you know, every time at 2×2, we begin by pairing up with a “friend” that Aniki and I each call in!”

Hinata: “Then as pairs, we compete with each other to various challenges!”

Yuuta: “One week, we lived either on 500 yen a day, or lived in a suspicious cult village!”

Hinata: “I told you not to call it a cult!”

Yuuta: “Ahaha, please cut that part out, then~♪”

“Anyways. Basically, the idea is the rebellious me challenging my oh so great and perfect big brother—”

Yuuta: *whispering* —Hey, just who is oh so great and perfect? Aren’t you getting a little carried away, Aniki?

Hinata: I-It’s just a scenario! Though truthfully, in part to Volcano Island and all that, I am now more famous and popular than you now…

Yuuta: Hah?

Hinata: Th-That’s just the public image, so this program’s just building off of that “feeling”, isn’t it?

I'd rather not do it either, you know!? A project like this that gives off the feeling that we siblings are on edge with each other~!

Yuuta: Really? I’m having fun with it, though~. ‘Cuz every time, I can beat you up with a just cause, Aniki.

But well, it does piss me off that I’m treated like the “more useless little brother”. But if I keep on winning every time, the public image of me will change, won’t it?

For better or for worse, this program seems to have gained a good amount of public recognition.

While their attention is on us, I’ll change the complexions of the ignorant people of the world who look at us carelessly… Fufufu ♪

Hinata: (Ah~, he’s acting like a bad kid again… I don’t like this. To the public, we probably look like all’s going well with us having our own TV program and all that, but…)

(Our relationship as a unit, in other words, between us siblings, is very, very rocky.)

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idk if someone has said this but hits different is soo s3 mattlivia

"moving on was always easy for me to do / it hits different cuz its you"

UGH and just the whole ending part

THIS IS WHY THEY SHOULDNT KILL OFF THE MAIN GUY.

"in the good in the world you once believed in me"

"bet i could still melt your world, argumentative, antithetical dream girl"

and when she was discovering he was alive 🥲

"i heard your key turn in the door down the hallway / was that your key in the door? / is it okay? is it you? / or have they come to take me away?"

like oh my god pls i just cant

‘ “oh, my, love is a lie” shit my friends say to get me by ‘ is june trying to comfort her bc she keeps seeing liv get hurt and doesn’t know what else to say that isn’t offering her powers to take it away

unrelated to this specific ask, but opposite by sabrina carpenter is matt internally crashing out when he realizes liv had a thing with dex

[nickyknacks]

GO2 SPOILERS AFTER THE CUT Y’ALL CUZ I GOT SOME SHIT TO SAY

Okay okay okay okay. Goddamn. Holy shit. Okay. Fuck.

So here’s the thing. Do you see that look on Aziraphale’s face, when Crowley pulls away?

That man 👆 is devastated, he looks like he’s choking back a sob. The first time I watched it, I was fucking gutted. The second time I watched it, immediately after because I’m a sociopath who apparently loves pain, I…was fucking gutted. But this time, I saw it not just from Crowley’s perspective, but Aziraphale’s.

Aziraphale loves Crowley, like romance with a capital R, Jane Goddamn Austen and Cotillion Balls and getting caught in the rain Loves him. We know this. So why reject the kiss? Because of some bullshit ‘your side my side’ stuff, that he hasn’t managed to grow past in two seasons? I argue, no. There’s more going on here.

Don’t get me wrong, Aziraphale is still wrestling with some bullheaded moral superiority and arrogance, and still hiding behind the great Heavenly tautology of “I’m an Angel, so as long as I’m doing what Heaven expects of me, I’m doing the right thing.” No hard choices or uncomfortable questions or gray areas need apply. (Though he is learning to live with them. He’s started to absorb that good people can do bad things to accomplish good things, even with bad motives—and Vice versa.)

And he still has some growing to do to get past that, and with some of the chatter we’ve heard from Neil himself I truly believe we’re going to get to see it happen. BUT.

“Aziraphale is still religiously brainwashed” doesn’t satisfactorily explain his behavior, his words, or the EXPRESSIONS on his face ((my God, just. Fucking kill me already)) when Crowley kisses him. I don’t think we’re seeing Aziraphale still not understand or believe that he loves Crowley. I think Aziraphale knows that he loves Crowley—but thinks he knows that Crowley doesn’t really love him that way back.

Hear me out.

This whole season has been a montage of obvious, unsubtle lovesick expressions from Aziraphale to Crowley.

And knowing what we now know about the ending, we know those aren’t just subtext in our heads, it’s all there and intended. Okay. So why reject a declaration of love when he finally gets it? Just because Crowley won’t get with the program and go back to Heaven? I don’t think that’s all there is to it.

The last thing Crowley does before kissing him is put his glasses back on.

Look at him. Look at the sadness and frustration peeking through there. Aziraphale has seen this many many times before. He knows that whatever he’s about to see or hear is going to be coming from a place of defensiveness, posturing, or even performance. He knows that Crowley wants to be able to see without being seen, still feels like he can’t say whatever he needs to say without that advantage, and that’s got to be so hard. And it’s easy to say, “you just broke his heart! He’s visibly tearing up, of course he wants the protection of his glasses, and to save a bit of dignity!” Or even to take it as proof that Crowley means what he’s saying, if it’s so raw he can’t even do it while making eye contact. But that would be like looking around for where the furniture isn’t. Aziraphale can’t truly know Crowley’s motives here, because Crowley himself just made sure of it.

The last thing Crowley says before kissing him is “You Idiot, we *could have* been us.” Not “We still can be”. With heart armor glasses back on, tears in his eyes, and anger and accusation in his voice, Crowley grabs Aziraphale for a crushing, desperate, *angry* kiss. ((Still Swoony for us, I know, but hold that thought. Is that what Aziraphale would find swoony? Is that what he thinks love should look like, and how he wants to be loved? Is that what he’s shown us so far? No. It isn’t.))

And Aziraphale battles with it, he really does.

It’s gut wrenching to watch. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, he hesitates and touches his back and takes them back off again, and when they pull apart he looks like he’s just been gutted. Why? Why look that *pained* if it was just an unwelcome advance from a flawed friend you don’t think you can love?

I think it’s precisely because he DOES know and accept that he loves Crowley, and he thinks Crowley’s kiss is something that *looks very much* like what he’s desperately wanted from him for a long, long time—-but isn’t, actually. I think the pain of being taunted with a shallow facsimile of the love he wants to give and receive from Crowley is what we’re seeing on his face. Because I think Aziraphale thinks that Crowley is really just making one final desperate play to maintain the status quo, by giving Aziraphale what he’s guessed he might want, but doesn’t truly feel, or understand yet. I think Aziraphale receives that kiss as an ultimatum, or a compromise, or even a naked temptation or manipulation—anything to keep Aziraphale on Earth and just the way things are. And shit, guys, Heaven bullshit aside, I think he might be partially right.

Remember, Crowley was not on board the “I’m in love and we should admit it” train even five minutes ago, when he was confronted by the resident Disaster Gays who’ve had their shit figured out for all of five minutes themselves. He doesn’t seem to get it. Maybe he’s been reflexively posturing and denying the nature of their relationship out of self protective habit, or…. Maybe he really hadn’t understood that what he feels for Aziraphale is love. When Crowley chooses to forge ahead and confess his feelings after Aziraphale drops the “I’m going back to Heaven” bomb, maybe Aziraphale receives it as nothing more than a panicked Hail Mary to keep him around. Maybe it’s because that’s exactly what it’s become.

Don’t forget that, for all Aziraphale’s lack of understanding, he does seem to want to go back because he thinks he can fix things, and make Heaven what it really ought to have always been. And up until the last minute, Az seems like he might truly change his mind, until he realizes that there are still big plans that need thwarting, and no one else around to thwart them. Maybe it’s Crowley who really doesn’t understand that, because remember—Crowley is still just asking Aziraphale to run away from everything together. Same as the bandstand, just this time it’s less obviously on fire. He’s still trying to give up on Creation, wash his hands of it, and fuck off with his boyfriend. And his boyfriend won’t let him.

So no, I don’t think Aziraphale is rejecting Demon Crowley and his love because he’s choosing Heaven’s acceptance instead. I think he’s rejecting Crowley’s complacency, and lack of vulnerability, and his putting their own safety above all else. And I think he’s particularly crushed that in this moment, Crowley’s trying to use Aziraphale’s love as a lever or a crowbar to keep him out of Heaven, where he’s not willing to follow.

Now, again, there’s a lot that Aziraphale’s not seeing here ((“you’re the bad guys”, FUCK my dude)), but I don’t think you can feasibly claim that Aziraphale’s anguish is coming from a place of delusion or denial. They’re still not fully seeing each other. For Crowley to think that Aziraphale would choose to stay and leave Creation to any of the malevolent bastards who want to run it straight into another Apocalypse, there’s a lot that he’s not getting about Aziraphale as well. For Aziraphale to think that Crowley would be delighted to get to be an angel again, he’s still not understanding so, so much.

But what’s clear to me is that they both are still a rebound mess. They don’t truly see each other yet. But I think they will. because if they don’t I will gnaw through these bars and go straight to the asylum so help me God, who do I gotta yowl at to get a S3

[hope-to-hell]

The road to self-discovery. Travis Hackett x Reader. Smut, oral, facefucking, boot worship, shameless porn with approximately zero plot. Helping Travis unwind has its benefits; he’s wound tighter than a garage-door spring and needs this more than he’d admit. I must admit, this one was fun as hell to write.

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Shh, that’s it. Down you go, nice and easy. He sure looks different from down here on your knees, the creak of old pine boards gunshot-loud in your ears when he laid a hand on your shoulder easy-as-you-please and dropped you down same as if he’d swung a hammer. And right there’s his fuckin shiny cop shoes and you can almost see your face in ‘em but for the sticky dust of a long day clinging from toecaps to laces and probably clear up into his socks.

You know what he was expecting and this ain’t it; hell, it’s not what you were expecting out of this but there’s you resting your head against one foot just for a moment—- just to gather your wits, maybe work up a little extra spit before clawing your way up to his belt— there’s you down there and why the hell not, just a little taste, just a little show and tell because right now he’s the axis of the whole damn world and he’s gonna know it one way or another before this is over.

So anyway, there’s you spit-shining those shoes with their deadly bootblack taste beneath road dust and a few stray drops of god-knows-what when he looks down to see what’s taking you so damn long and when he sees what you’re about, his heart jumps right out his throat and grabs his cock in a death grip. Jesus. It’s choked, strangled, all those pretty little words knotted up when really he just wants to tell you holy fuckin hell I’d never thought about it but sweetheart don’t you stop.

He’s gonna be standing in a puddle, a lake, an ocean when you’re through; in a little while he’s gonna stuff your face full of cock and run his mouth while you’re busy slipping and sliding in your own spit and slick and tryin your damnedest to suck his soul right out of his body. He knows it too, the bastard, even if right now you’ve got him all off-balance. Listen, he’s hardly straightlaced but he’s a country boy in the middle of goddamn nowhere and right now he’s shoving all kinds of bric-à-brac around in his mind to make room for just how much he likes seeing you on the fuckin floor like this.

Makes two of you, don’t it? It’s got you all worked up and dripping with so much more than spit, which is wild cuz it feels like your mouth’s somehow bone dry and wetter than fish in a stream. And it’s like a lightning strike on that same stream when he finds himself enough to tell you make ‘em pretty. Make ‘em shine. He calls you sweetheart and it’s sterner than before, maybe a hair towards cold cuz he’s a sharp one, your Travis, and stars above but he’s a quick study. Makes it easy, too, when just the sight of you bent over his boots has got him so. damn. hard: hard enough you can damn near hear his heartbeat from here, hard enough that if he doesn’t bury his cock in you some way or another, he’s gonna shoot off in his pants like he’s a fuckin teenager again.

So the next thing he does is rasp out eyes up here while he’s opening his belt one-handed— goddamn filthy showoff, with those clever fuckin fingers and hell, he isn’t even watching what he’s doing cuz he’s too busy locking eyes with ya and making that face: you know the one, it’s the one where he’s a little playful and a little mean— and hey. Hey. Cmon up here so I can fuck your face.

Oh, real nice pillow talk you’re saying, though it’s more breathless than maybe you’d expect and anyway he’s got his fly open and he’s feeding you his cock with the most featherlight touch to the back of your head.

You wanna write me a script or something, sweetheart? Not like he’s expecting an answer though, not with the way you’re swallowing him down. Fuck, you take it so good. He’s careful, holding back, being a gentleman. Travis knows his cues, watching the ebb and flow of your mouth on him, listening to those wet sounds with half his mind while the rest of him is all aflame. He’s pulsing on your tongue but holding steady; he’s all salt and sweat and the faintest bitter edge and there it is.

That’s your hands coming around from his thighs up to his ass, tugging just a little but it’s like a shove, a punch, a runaway truck because sweetheart, you just wrote him a blank check for your mouth and he’s gonna cash it. That hand on your head turns iron and there’s a spit and splutter where you’re choking him down and feeling every inch, with the teeth of his zipper pressing tracks into your cheek. Maybe it’ll bruise and wouldn’t that be sweet; he could hold your jaw in one hand and bring this moment back with just a little squeeze.

Don’t get distracted, though. Not now, not when he’s driving in hard and you can’t fuckin breathe for how he’s stoppered up your throat. Just take it, feel your eyes roll back and get your hand between your legs if you wanna get off. He won’t mind; he likes to watch you even if right now he's kinda occupied. And just like you thought, he’s running his mouth and it’s all just bits and pieces; the fuck and the oh you like that, huh? Choking on my cock like that, I could bathe in your fuckin spit are all mixed up with the grunts and groans and the slap slap slap of skin on skin and aw hell that is gonna bruise, isn’t it. It’s gonna leave a real nice mark and he’s gonna be the cat with the fuckin cream when he’s showing you off with it livid on your face.

And there’s the moan that rolls up through your throat and gets him all a-flutter when it grabs hold and pulls him in deeper than you thought he could go, deep enough that when you’re giving him shit for this later— all friendly-like, mind; he knows it and you know it and it’ll maybe end up with a little groping under the desk if he can’t quite get it up again so soon— later on when you’re ribbing him just right, your words are gonna be all slicked with come, hanging sticky in the air. Or maybe not— he’s gonna shoot right down your gullet, far enough that there’s just that little salty-bitter taste on the very back of your tongue.

Gonna— sweetheart. Fuck, I can’t— and there’s the easing-up of his broad hands; there’s the out if you want it. He could paint your face or the floor and he’d be alright about it either way, but you’re grabbing and hauling at his ass again as best you can. It’s a little less than your best, what with the black stars dancing around before your eyes and all, but goddamn he’s got the hint. And with a gasping Jesus fuck, maryandjoseph, I— he’s coating the inside of your throat white and it’s all over.

Except, you know, it isn’t really over. He’s still gotta haul you up and cradle your face in his hands so he can kiss you deep and get the taste of himself on his tongue; if you ask him why he’ll shrug and smile a crooked little smile that says cuz I like it on ya. Or in, or whatever. Means you’re mine. But he’s gotta know your lungs are still half-empty; those black stars are getting bigger and you’re about to slide right back down his body til you hit the floor.

So what else is he gonna do but pull away just that little bit so you’re sharing the coffee and bourbon on his breath, and if he’s holding up the both of you, well, he ain’t complaining. Fuck, he breathes against your lips, and that says it all. Fuck, he says again: stronger, bolder, his eyes all squinched up from the gears spinning round and round up in that brain of his; it must be something real wicked and so, almost before he gets the words out, you’re giving him the answer.

Fuck. Yes. One thousand percent.