#photos are not mine

[delulu-is-the-solulu-843]

Doggy, missionary, cowgirl, 69, on my knees, on the bed, against the door, in the shower, on the kitchen counter, on the table, against the wall, strap, no strap, fingers, oral, scissoring, hands around my neck, in the car, in a supply closet, bar bathroom, in any universe, I need her biblically carnally rationally irrationally bad.

[kingfuc]

Pics that made me somehow think of Persona part 1/?

[breezymichelle99]

Punch heard ‘round the Paddock | Lando Norris

Summery: After a long frustrating Austrian GP, you do something out of anger that may just hurt Lando’s career and his friendship with another driver.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+, cursing, frustrated Lando, a little bit of Dom:Lando, p in v, unprotected sex(please be safe) established relationship, public displays of affection, begging, punching, degrading by a male character to a female character, loss of friendship, threats, bloody knuckles, Lando being the sweetest and defending you, after care, worry, anxiety, Max being a douche, replays of the Austrian GP. As always if I have forgotten anything please let me know. Thanks hope you enjoy.

A|N: please remember this is a work of fiction and some details may be altered or changed to fit the narrative. Also none of these feelings especially ones in reference to Max Verstappen are how I actually feel towards him. ☺️

Today was the Austrian Grand Prix. You and your boyfriend Lando Norris had gone about your usual race morning activities together like you always did which included; getting ready, stopping to get a Latte on the way to the track and sharing some love with the fans. You knew Lando had been frustrated with his last few race finishes even though he landed P2 you knew he wanted more and who could blame him. So obviously he was in the zone for today's race. After a busy weekend he felt good about the work they had put into the car. You held his hand tightly as you walked with him to the garage, so he could get one last look at his car before getting ready for the race. Oscar passed by wishing him luck and hugging you before taking a look at his own car. You knew you would have to leave him soon so he could get ready. “What is it?” he asks quietly, gently kissing your lips, as he notices the worry in your eyes. “It’s nothing baby, you know how I get on race day.” you say, offering him a loving smile. He smiled back knowing just how anxious you got before a race. He brushes a strand of your hair from your face, gently caressing your cheek as he stares lovingly into your eyes with his gorgeous green ones. “It’s going to be alright love.” he promises. Kissing your lips once more and squeezing you tightly. You feel better with his arms wrapped around you. “Lando” you hear his name being called. He looks back to see Oscar waving him into a drivers meeting. “Alright baby.” he sighs, letting you go. “I love you Lando, be safe.” you whisper not ready to let him go just yet. “I love you more my darling. I will.” he says, giving you one more kiss before Oscar calls him again. You watch him disappear with his teammate and buddy and you can’t help but chuckle as you watch the pair goof off.

You didn’t have the heart to tell Lando that you had a bad feeling about today's race. You just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong or something was going to happen. You shoved it aside not letting it overtake the good mood your boyfriend had been in, especially since he had been feeling under the weather the last couple of races. You knew he had been racing hard and was disappointed ending P2 both times even though he had done his best, he was still so hard on himself and you knew he would continue to race hard until he won. But with that came racing hard with the bane of your existence; Max Verstappen. Him and Lando were friends but you didn’t like the way he raced and the fact that he kept winning and racing completely recklessly was beginning to worry you, especially with Lando racing so hard to win. You knew competition was healthy for the sport and made for a good race but you just didn’t want to see anyone get hurt because someone was careless; especially Lando. But as you took your place in the Paddock ready to watch the drivers parade and the starting ceremonies you begin to feel better, the usual atmosphere of an F1 race taking away any nerves and anxiety that you had especially after having a chat with one of your good friends Alexandra; who is Charles Leclerc’s girlfriend and of course giving a few loving pets to their adorable dog Leo .

Before long you heard “Lights out and away we go.” and you knew it was going to be 71 laps of crazy. You took a deep breath. You watched as much as you could on the track in front of you and the rest was seen on a screen inside your little room since the track was so large. You nervously bounce your leg up and down as the laps tick off, Max and Lando battling each one. So far everything seemed good. Max’s car was crazy fast and Lando was literally driving the wheels off his to catch up. Then you gasp as you see an incident on pit road, Max shooting out of his pit box almost hitting Lando and causing him to have to enter his pit at a funky angle. You hear him upset on the radio. Things would only continue to get worse from there not once but twice would Max block Lando under braking, which even you knew was a no-no. Again you hear the frustration coming from Lando’s Radio. “Calm down baby, you got this.” you whisper, knowing that he can’t really hear you but somehow you knew he could. Lando was clearly quicker than Max now and he finally got a shot to pass him but ended off track having to give P1 back to Max. you hear him groan over the radio. “Patience baby.” you whisper again to noone. You were standing and pacing now.

Lap 65 of 71 was when disaster struck. Max and Lando had been racing each other pretty hard the last couple of laps and you could tell they were both getting annoyed with each other. And then for the third time Max blocked him but there was contact and the right rear tire was completely done and there was also damage to the front wing. You hear Lando over the radio. “We have a puncture! We are fucked.” he cursed as you watch him make his way to pit lane. “We’re done” you hear him say as you watch him get out and retire the car. He will DNF. “Damn it, I fucking knew it.” you shout, as you throw something across the room, tears streaming down your face, absolutely heartbroken for Lando. You watch the screen finishing the race knowing he would have to be checked out and probably interviewed before he could see you. You watch as Max would complete the race in 5th, allowing himself to gain valuable points for his team in the championship race. “Fucking asshole.” you shout again as you leave the paddock; a woman on a mission.

Lando was fuming. He was trying not to show it as he was interviewed but he couldn’t help it, Him and Max were friends and he knew deep down it was just an accident and shit happens on the race track, but this really sucked. Still he knew he would be asked about Max fifteen hundred times and each time it only made him angrier. He kept his thoughts on finding you as soon as possible as he answered the stupid questions. He needed his safe space, his home, he needed you. You however were searching the garage but you weren’t looking for Lando, you were looking for Max. You were furious, Lando deserved better, he deserved respect, especially from his so-called friend, and he was gunna get it no matter if you had to cause a scene or not. That’s when you spotted him across the garage. “VERSTAPPEN” you yell. All eyes turning towards you. “Who the hell do you think you are??” you shout heading in his direction immediately. “Uh Oh.” Charles says trying to grab you but you were just out of reach. Carlos immediately starts trying to call Lando but it keeps going to voicemail. Max turns around and rolls his eyes. “Norris couldn’t fight his own battle, had to send his guard dog I see.” he taunts, also upset with the situation not realizing what he was saying.. “He doesn’t even know I’m here and will be none too pleased when he finds out; however that is not the point. Where’d you learn to drive? Seriously I'm sick and tired of you driving like a dick and Lando having to pay the price for it. You’re reckless and careless and someone is going to get seriously hurt.” you scream. At this point Charles has caught up to you and is trying to talk you out of doing anything stupid. “Y|N, please just walk away, let’s go look for Lando I’m sure he is looking for you.” he pleads. But your blood was boiling and that stupid smug look on Max’s face was not helping at all. “Come on princess, don't be like that, it’s not my fault that Norris can’t keep up with me.” before he could say another word you haul off and punch him square in the nose. The whole garage gasps. “Keep fucking with Lando and you’ll get more than a bloody nose.” you shout finally allowing yourself to be whisked away by Charles. Carlos still hadn’t gotten a hold of Lando; who had been in an interview the entire time this scene was playing out.

He got there just in time to watch his girl slug Max right in the face. He tried to hold back the smirk as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. “Y|N” he shouts, his voice deep and dark and you knew it immediately and you knew you were in trouble. You turn out of Charles grasp, which was tight because he didn’t want you to try for round two. “Lando I’m so sorry.” you beg almost hitting your knees in front of him. “I just couldn't sit back and watch this any more. I'm sorry I should have been more level headed. I just couldn’t do..” before you could continue to beg for his forgiveness he kissed your lips shutting you up instantly. “It’s alright baby.” he whispers, pulling you into him, wiping away the tears from your cheeks. He takes your hand, noticing immediately your bruised and bloody knuckles. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up.” he whispers before kissing your knuckles gently. He holds on to you tightly as he guides you back to his driver's room. He sits you down before grabbing a few things from the bathroom to take care of your bruised and busted knuckles. He kissed each one as he went, looking at you with those gorgeous forgiving eyes. Once he was finished he sat beside you. “Hell of a right hook you got there darling.” he smirks. There was silence for a second as you stared at him. You couldn’t believe what you had done. “I am sorry Lan.” you whisper looking away from him now, not wanting to see the disappointment on his face. He tucks his long fingers under your chin making you look at him. “I know baby, I know.” he says, his eyes still sad from the DNF. Silence filled the room for what seemed like a lifetime before he spoke again. He had yet to take his eyes off of you.

“Seeing you punch him right in the nose did give me a bit of comfort though. It was quite the sight babe, has me really turned on actually.” he giggled. You playfully smack him. “Lando.” you roll your eyes. He kisses you wildly, trying anything to lighten up the situation. “Come on love, let's get you out of here.” he winks at you, knowing you were in for a treat when you got back to the hotel. By now the whole paddock was abuzz with talk of the infamous right hook. You knew there would be consequences but you would gladly accept them as long as nothing happened to Lando; it wasn’t his fault you couldn't control your emotions. He grabs your hand tightly as you leave the drivers room. Of course the press was standing outside. He grabbed you tighter pulling you through the sea of reporters all wanting to know the juicy details. He stops for a second. “No comment.” he says, staring them all down with his intense gaze, you can’t help but smirk as a light red tint darkens your cheeks at his forcefulness, before he pulls you through the sea of reporters towards the car, towards safety. Finally you reach the car and get in locking the doors immediately. He looks over at you in the passenger seat. He smirks. “What?” you ask, blushing again. His hand finds your thigh. “I fucking love you.” he says his lips capturing yours before you can say anything back. This kiss takes your breath away as you pull your lips away slowly pulling his bottom lip between your teeth biting it gently.. You smile at him as he groans into your lips. “Come on baby, take me back to the hotel.” you wink at him and he smiles. “Yes ma’am.” and without another word he was headed in the direction of the hotel. You both decide when you get there to turn off your phones and spend some quality time together. The drama could wait for the morning, right now it was about each other. And Lando had every intention of forgetting about his terrible race finish lost deep inside of you.

You’d barely made it into the elevator before his lips and hands were all over you. “Lan” you moan in his ear as his lips peppered your neck with kisses, you feel him grin against your neck. You’d caused enough of a scene today you didn’t need to continue but getting him to stop was going to be tougher than you thought. After a few minutes you give up trying to make him behave and let him do as he pleased, like you always do. He was impossible to resist. The elevator doors opened and he separated his body from yours long enough to drag you down the hall and to your room. His lips capture yours once more as the pair of you help each other abandon the clothes you were wearing, he backs you right up to the big king sized bed. “Lan, are we going to talk about what happened?” you ask your body now helpless beneath his. He smirks down at you. “Later baby, right now I need you. Please.” Those green eyes beg, locked with yours with intentions of only spending the next few hours forgetting everything except you, and how you look when you cum for him, his name only on those perfect lips, how your back arches to meet him every step of the way, letting him lose himself in you. Without words your lips crash into his, giving him the green light, he wasted no time at all. His hand slid up to your neck, long fingers pressed into your delicate skin. You whine beneath him. “Mmm Lan.” you moan his name in his ear as he kisses from your lips down your chest. Focused solely on praising you for being such a good girl for him, for standing up for him no matter the consequences.

His hand gripped your thigh as he eased himself into you slowly, allowing you time to adjust to him. Your back arched perfectly off the mattress to meet his hips. “Fuckkk baby you fit me so fucking good.” he groans, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper. “God Lando please.” you beg him, matching every movement as he eases in and out of you taking you both where you need to go. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, scratches down back, hickies on your chest as he slows his movements now taking you right up to the edge and then beginning again. “Fuckk Lando, I love it when you're so god damn needy for me.” you moan your voice almost a hoarse whisper from how much he’s had you screaming his name. He slows as he begins to speak now, eyes locked on yours. He stills inside of you, you whine biting your lip. He can't help but smirk. Who was the needy one? He thought to himself. “Lando” you whisper looking up into his gorgeous green lust filled eyes, wondering why he had stopped, leaving you both on the edge. He runs his long fingers over your cheek admiring your beauty. “Thank you.” he whispers. For?” you question. Wondering why he was choosing this moment to thank you when he should be fucking you senseless. “For always having my back.” he says. You try not to roll your eyes. Really right now?” you think to yourself. You smirk up at him, touching his face. He melts into your touch. “Always baby.” you whisper. He kisses your lips passionately. You pull his bottom lip between your teeth, biting it gently, he moans. “However Mr. Norris if you don’t stop thanking me and fuck me properly here pretty soon, you’ll be on your own next time.” you chuckle, moving your hips with him still inside you so he moans your name out loud. “Fuckk okay baby.” he groans into your mouth as his lips capture yours as he moves his hips slowly with yours, fingers gripping your thigh moving your hips so he can get deeper hitting all the right spots. “God Lando, yes please, god yes right there.” His face is buried in your chest, as his thrusts become more erratic, sloppy as you both chase your high. You arch your back once more meeting him at the just right angle to have him hitting the right spot making you cum instantly, his name echoing through the hotel room. “God your so fucking beautful when you cum for me.” he groans. Watching your eyes roll back and hips buckle he follows you soon after. “Fuckk baby I love you so much.” he whispers breathless onto your neck as he would cum inside you. You lay there for a moment both trying to catch your breath before Lando pulls himself from you and lays beside you.

His long fingers brush a strand of your long hair from your face as he stares at you once again admiring you, how had he gotten so lucky? “You’re staring at me again.” you chuckle. Feeling so tiny under his gaze. “I can’t help it, you’re so incredibly beautiful and all mine.” he says, his lips capturing yours. You can’t help but moan into his mouth. You never could get enough of him. You blush and smile as his lips pull away from yours. “I'm always yours, Lando forever.” you say. “I wouldn’t act like a crazy person if I wasn’t fully dedicated to you Lan.” you smile because you hear him laugh from the other room, he had gotten up to get a wash rag, and slip his boxers on. He stopped in the doorway to admire you naked in bed, that always was his favorite view. He got you all cleaned up and snuggled into his arms before he commented on your crazy, trying to avoid this conversation tonight but he knew you had to discuss it. “You’re not crazy, baby.” he smiles as he recalls watching you slug Max. He did have to admit that watching you punch him had made him feel a whole lot better. “I really am sorry Lan, emotions just got the best of me and I didn't really think things through like I should have, I was just so angry and I couldn’t see anything but red and now I probably ruined your relationship with Max and who knows what kind of trouble you’ll be in for my actions.” you had started to cry finally letting what happened set in. “hey hey don’t cry baby. Max and I will be fine and whatever happens we’ll work through it together. Okay? Please don’t cry.” he says wiping away your tears, you melt into his touch. “I'm so sorry Lan.” you repeat. He quiets you. “Shh baby it’s all gunna be okay.” he says kissing your forehead pulling you into him. You lay your head on his chest and fall asleep between sniffles.

“Don’t worry baby, I got us.” he says pulling out his phone. Though it was well into the early morning he knew what he had to do. “Max, I apologize for today. The race, after the race. Let’s talk. Okay?” - Lando. He saw all the notifications on his phone and he knew those were all comments and tags from the punch heard ‘round the paddock. He sighed. Into the fire he thought. He looked down at you sleeping in his arms and he knew he’d handle anything that came your way, he’d protect your peace anyway he could. He loved you so much and no matter what happened he’d do anything for you. He looked down at your busted knuckles on your beautiful hand that was gently laying on his chest. He smirked. He hadn’t expected Max to text him back so soon. “Let’s have breakfast tomorrow, bring Y|N please?”-Max. He swallowed hard. Did he want you to be there because he wanted to work shit out or was he wanting you to be there so he can slap you with a restraining order? Lando’s heart raced. What did he mean by that? “Sure, let’s work this out.”-Lando he writes back. Putting his phone on the bedside table and pulling you into his arms. That would be a problem to solve tomorrow right now he just wanted you.

You woke up slowly. Feeling like the events of yesterday were all a fever dream. Lando was still asleep in your arms. You run your fingers through his messy curls admiring his beauty. He really was so handsome. His features, soft as he slept in your arms peacefully. “I love you Lan, you are my absolute everything baby.” you whisper as you watch him sleep. You stop playing in his curls and you hear him grumble. “Why’d you stop?” you hear his sleepy voice whisper. You smile. “Sorry baby.” you say returning your fingers to his hair. “That’s better.” he says quietly. He didn’t want to get up, he wanted to stay just like this. He still hadn’t opened his eyes. “We have to meet Max for breakfast.” he whispers. He hears you gasp. “Max?” you play stupid. “Max Fewtrell? Didn’t know he was in town” you say knowing damn well it wasn���t your favorite Max but it was indeed your worst nightmare. Lando finally opens his eyes looking at you with tired beautiful eyes. “No baby you know exactly which Max.” he says sitting up. You groan, rolling your eyes. When did he have time to arrange this little get together anyways. “Do we have too?” you ask him, kissing his chest hoping to distract him enough to change his mind. He gives you a little side eye. “You know we have too.” he says, pulling you into his arms. You sigh. “Alright.” you say. Getting up from the comfort of Lando’s arms, headed to the shower to get ready. When you got out of the shower Lando was on his phone typing away, no doubt doing social media damage control. He was already dressed and ready to go. “Can we please go and get this over with?” you ask with a sigh, taking out your phone finally to see how bad it was. Social media was definitely a buzz, of course there were Lando fans that were praising you, wishing they could have been the ones to have done it, saying you were queen and thanking god Lando had you but then of course there were the Max fans who were coming for you left and right talking about how immature you and Lando both were, and how lando needed to keep his dog on a leash. Wow harsh you thought. But somehow you thought you deserved it. You tucked your phone away ready to just get this nightmare over with. Lando notices you on your phone, he furrows his brow hoping you weren’t getting too much hate. He knew it would be worse for you and he’d do anything to keep you from feeling how you felt right now. He kisses your temple.”It's going to be alright baby, all of it.” he says. He takes your hand and leads you out of the hotel room and down to the restaurant in the hotel.

Lando stopped a few times to sign a few autographs. You waited patiently. He took your hand back and led you into the restaurant. Max already had a table and was sitting there waiting for you two. He looked up when you approached the table and for the first time you saw his black eye. Shit. you whisper under your breath. He stands from the table shaking hands with Lando and then trying to hug you. You give in, hugging him back. The three of you take your seats. Lando looked over at you, his hand had found your thigh under the table and was squeezing it gently. You sigh. You knew what you had to do. “Max, I'm really sorry.” you say tapping your fingers on the table nervously. “I let emotions get the best of me yesterday and I'm so sorry. Please don’t take this out on Lando, I should have been more level headed..” Max interrupts you. You swallow hard. “Y|N we both said and did things we didn’t mean yesterday in the heat of the moment. What happened on the track was an accident between two passionate drivers. Do I wish things could have happened differently, absolutely I never want that to happen, especially with my friend.” he pauses looking at Lando, who smiles. “I really want to get past this if you do.” he says. You nod your head. “Yes I do.” you say, knowing you were really only doing this for Lando. You and Max both stand hugging again. “Are we good?” Max asks Lando, hoping that the incident on the track hadn’t ruined their relationship either. “Yeah we’re good as long as you two are good. That’s all I care about.” he says looking from Max to you. You blush under his gaze. “We’re fine.” you whisper. Lando nods. “Then we’re all good.” Lando says. Finally everything felt good and breakfast had arrived quickly to break the tension. Social media was already buzzing again with photos of your breakfast with Max. “Have the Red Bull and Mclaren driver’s kissed and made up?” the headlines read with a photo of the three of them laughing at the table. At least they had something new to talk about now.

“I'm going to use the restroom before we head back up to the room, I'll met you in the hall.” you say excusing yourself from the table, kissing Lando on the cheek before you leave. “I'm sorry again, I really appreciate us being able to work everything out like adults.” you say. “Me too, hey if I ever need someone with a great right hook, I know who to call.” he jokes and you laugh. Everything is finally feeling okay. You left Lando and Max chatting at the table as you head to the restroom quickly. Lando gets up first and Max follows him right after. “Glad we could talk this out.” Max says, extending his hand to Lando, who has a look in his eyes like he hasn’t quite accepted the apology yet. Lando takes his hand and pulls him in for one of those little bro hugs, you always laugh at. “If you EVER speak to Y|N again, the way you did in the paddock yesterday, it won't be her punching you next time, and I guarantee I hit a hell of a lot harder.” Lando growls, letting go of Max’s hand and leaving him standing near the table. Charles had texted him yesterday after the race filling him in on all the details of what he had missed, including everything that Max had said to you. He fully understood why you felt the need to punch him, because when Lando found he wanted to do a lot worse. You were waiting for him in the hallway by the time he finished taking care of his little Max problem. “Where’s Max?” you ask, noticing how tight Lando had his Jaw locked. “He won't be leaving with us.” he says, grabbing your hand and leading you to the elevator, back to the safety of your room. “Do I want to ask what happened?” you say as soon as the elevator doors close. “Let’s just leave it alone, okay baby.” he says, eyes begging you to please drop it. You do. “How about the pool for a bit before we finally head home?” he asks, trying to change the subject. You look at lando’s watch checking the time. You had about three hours before you had to be at the airport. “Sure that sounds like fun.” you smirk. The tightness in his jaw finally loosened at the thought of you in a bikini. You get back to the room packing most of your things so you didn’t have much to do when you got back. Hand in hand you head to the pool happily spending the rest of your time, in the warm sun, in each other's arms.

You were eventually called to MTC to discuss your behavior but ended up with a warning and a reminder to stay away from Max, but you had no trouble with that. The social media storm had finally calmed down and you weren’t public enemy number one any longer. You were finally able to enjoy being back in the paddock for the next few races, very much looking forward to the summer break and enjoying a much needed break with Lando and friends away from the paddock.

The end.

[coquettxr]

me and him(he doesnt know i like him yet)

[cherrylipstickkisses]

Need an artistic weird nerdy bf with too many hobbies and emotions who gets the vision 🎀

[maikissed]

NAAAAH girl😭

facts tho

[chasseusedetoiles]

welcome to the eras tour!

i really wanna thank @oncloudatlas for helping me with everything💘💘💘her patience is amazing, thank you bub🥹💘💘

also credit to @oncloudatlas for the play buttons template!

[javierpenaismyhusband]

I think this is how your phone would look like if you were in a relationship with Pedro

[faaake-radio]

[girlwithglasses123]

~Life hits differently when you actually find out that you're a real person~

[melodula]

#777

[kingfuc]

Pics that made me somehow think of Persona part 2/?

[protect-daniel-james]

(Food)moodbars for some ships

(because I often associate the ships with certain "domestic" aspects, even if I never write about those).

Ange x Poch

a feast for the senses

lots of different textures that can be enjoyed through vision, taste, smell, and touch

lots of liquids and "runny" foods or dips that can be ... dripped and licked easily, or used as a dip. yoghurt, honey, olive oil, grease from the barbecue, beshamel sauce... Surely I don't have to explain how these can be used, do I?

lots of cooking happening at home at all times

Ange has an apron he wears with nothing underneath

they're both actually great cooks, and use food as a love language, comfort(ing) thing/sexual foreplay

Eddie x Jason

no time to cook

no time to eat "properly"

lots of takeouts, sandwiches, gas station foods

occasionally dinner in a local pub, but Eddie doesn't like crowds so they just stay at home and order Chinese

not exactly peak health™ but they often go without lunch or with a very light lunch since they're keeping themselves busy during the day, so they deserve a hearty/fried/greasy meal in the evening

breakfast consists of black coffee because neither of them can be bothered. besides, they go straight to the gym at the training ground, and then they just forget about breakfast and go on about their day

(Eddie keeps some treats for JT in his office desk though)

Graham x Thomas

very autumn-like?

usually very simple, often cold (sandwiches, bread, cheese) dinners, but made from super fancy and really high-quality ingredients

when the time allows (and especially in winter), they have a proper roast dinner or something similar from the Danish cuisine

when they go on long hikes, they would have the proper British fry-up for breakfast, and then stop in a random countryside pub for lunch/dinner

they just love to sit around in the evening with fancy craft beer and chill, watch a TV series, or read

Franko x Jamie

do I have to say anything? (I'd rather not)

absolutely unhinged choices

pretty much the same as leaving an eight-year-old in charge of choosing what to eat

they do unimaginable things with the food

their wives can't control their diet and they go WILD (especially Franko, Jamie still loves bacon - I assume his wife is a vegetarian or vegan and made any meat a forbidden item at home lol)

once Franko went to Everton, his eating habits went downhill - without Christine's watchful eye and without a proper home (I assume he stayed in a hotel), he ordered KFC and greasy pizza almost daily, to the point of having stacked boxes and buckets in his room (he had to quickly hide or throw them away when his Wife came to visit him. maybe he didn't bother with hiding them from Anthony, and Anthony thought it was fucking pathetic and sad for an aging man to be living and eating like this.... Frank doesn't even bother taking Anthony somewhere nice for dinner like he used to do with Mason)

[coquettxr]

me and him but he's too scared to make the first move (either i am)

[disproportionatelysculpting]

my heart is a red room, overflowing with memories, and designated for 2 beds, one in each corner, hosting stay for future and past.

one is neat-n-tidy another being an unmade mess

the left is occupied by ghosts and a child of age 7 and of 9 and 12 and 16, occasionally taking too much space crowding the place.

the right one stays empty, yearning, waiting, for some entity to come and rest to make their home here, sleep on and dream with me.

and I lay there, down on the dancing floor watching the roof shake on beat simultaneously, in a sad melody the crashing pain of being alive falling upon the walls, making the air heavy while the rusty stench surrounds.

twisting and turning not comforted in own's world wanting to run away from the mess and empty space but this room is only certain home of mine where I can be, and always belong, sometimes.

[oh-no-another-idea]

OC in three

I know I just did this one, but @inkstaindusk and @indecentpause tagged me, so I thought I'd complete the set I began with Sal's and do one for her best friend Anaar!

Rules: describe an oc in 3 images

Anyone who hasn't done this yet, please come play! And also @sparrow-orion-writes @ashen-crest @writernopal @charlesjosephwrites @zmwrites @winterandwords and @artdecosupernova-writing <3