#she absolutely lets you know when she thinks you're disgusting but will lie to your face if need be

[dodecademons]

Meet my multiclass tiefling. She's ready to cause chaos whenever and wherever. Best to watch your pockets around her

[la-pheacienne]

I feel like I understand people's blorbofication of Javert because I get why someone would really cling onto a complex (male) antagonist with a traumatic past whose entire life is a lie and who kills himself when he reaches that final moment of realization. It is absolutely tragic, and it is easy and natural to cling onto that, we've all been there. But you need to understand that two things are in motion here: the first one is Javert's individual tragedy, and the second one is the broader system he personifies. He's a symbol. His primary function in the narrative is to personify the hateful, bigoted, cruel, inhumane legal system that intervenes after the fact and crushes all those that society has already put down. He, the incarnation of that bourgeois legal system, delivers the final blow. He finishes off what society started, and he does it with joy. When we say that he killed Fantine, it's not even about Javert the individual per se. It's about the entire system he represents. That system killed Fantine and Javert is its flesh and bones. Fantine was a poor girl that was exploited and let down by society in every single way and when she was herself a victim of actual physical violence, the Law, personified by Javert, instead of protecting her treated her like an animal, dehumanized her, humiliated her. The Law was scandalized that a woman like her dared attack the bourgeoisie. The Law was horrified that such a disgusting creature got medical care because she should just drop dead on her street. The Law rejoiced in tearing down her sole protector. The Law prevented her from getting her child back from the con artists that have been stealing her for years because the Law doesn't care about the crimes committed against marginalized people. That's not its function. Its function is to use its discretionary authority in order to dehumanize and punish people that ended up on the wrong side of the street.

So when you come at me with nonsense that Javert "didn't tEchNIcALLy kill Fatnine", "he was just rude", "he was just bitchy", "he just stole her final happy moments", respectfully, you don't know what you're talking about. Javert absolutely killed Fantine. He's not the only one who did but he eagerly and enthusiastically precipitated her execution, and that is the entire point Hugo is trying to make. Your arguments against it are nothing but a mere technicality that stems from the fact that the individual's actions technically do not qualify as manslaughter. It's as if we literally had an individual at court and we were thinking of whether or not to condemn him for manslaughter. It's not about that. It's not about your blorbo and his sadness. Your blorbo has a whole other function in the narrative. You have completely missed the mark of the entire book and you have let your personal emotional attachment for a character prevail over Hugo's main argument about the structural punitive violence that literally kills people. Javert being the product and the embodiment of an entire system that exceeds his individuality does not mean that, as a police officer, he's not responsible for his actions or their consequences. On the contrary, he's precisely entirely responsible for the structural violence committed against Fantine, that's what "embodiment" actually means, that's what we mean when we say that he personifies that system. Absolving Javert of his crimes goes directly against the themes of the book, because while systems operate above individuals by definition, they need those individuals to function. The system needs Javerts. Javerts are everywhere around us, yes even today and it is important to hold them accountable for their crimes. I can't believe I have to explain this tbh.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Celebrate

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Magda overdoes it

There are lots of things you like about parties.

The music. The endless food. The amount of fizzy drinks you can have.

Most of all, you like that you get to stay up past bedtime.

You sit in a little booth was a cup of sprite and a straw and blow more bubbles in your drink.

A lot of the Not-Wolfsburg girls are celebrating at the bar or on the dancefloor, where Guro is really having fun and people are giving Niamh a wide berth. Coach Emma is also dancing and you think she might be drunk.

You think Morsa is drunk too because she's halfway between giggly and weepy and she's stumbling around with some of the others.

Momma sits next to you, nursing her own drink as she opens another packet of goldfish crackers for you to munch on. You're feeling a little sleepy, forcing down your yawn because you know if Momma notices then she'll make you go home and you really don't want to go home right now.

Especially when Niamh is trying to dance but making it very clear that she can't do it properly.

You clamp down on your yawn and go to take another long drink of your sprite.

"Er...Pernille..." Millie says as she approaches. She looks a little awkward, rubbing the back of her neck with her hand. "Magda's..." She spares a look behind her. "Yeah, Magda..."

Momma sighs deeply. "She's pretty far gone, huh?"

"Yeah...She just got into the bathroom."

Momma stands up. "I'll look after her." She turns to you. "Stay here, okay? With Millie. She'll watch you."

You shrug. "Okay."

Millie slides into the booth next to you. "So," She says," What are you drinking?"

"Vodka."

"What?!"

You giggle, swinging your legs. "Don't be silly, Millie. I've got Sprite!"

She still looks a little sceptical and leans forward to sniff at your drink, pulling back when she's satisfied that it isn't actually alcohol.

You take a sip.

"Is Morsa being sick?" You ask.

"Er...no..."

You fix her with a look. "Don't lie," You say," Because Momma says when people drink too much, they throw up. Is that what Morsa's doing?"

"Yes."

You nod, finishing off your drink. "Can I get another sprite?"

Millie looks down at your empty glass and then back at the bar. "Stay here," She says," Don't wander off."

"Okay, Millie."

As soon as she's up by the bar, you slip out of the booth. You weave your way through the team, stumbling a little bit when someone bumps into you but you stay on your course to the toilets.

Morsa is hunched over one of them, throwing up her earlier meal as Momma rubs her back.

Morsa is crying as well, babbling about how much she loves Momma and the team and playing with her. She looks back to give Momma heart eyes but notices you by the doorway.

"I love you too, princesse," She cries," You're so small and I love you so much. You used to fit in my arms, do you remember? Come here, I can still hold you like that. I'll show you."

"Magda," Momma says in warning," Absolutely not. You're-"

Momma's interrupted by Morsa throwing up again and you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

"Go back out, please," Momma says to you," I'm looking after Morsa."

"I'm tired," You whine, stomping your foot," Can we go home?"

Momma looks at Morsa and nods. "Go back out to Millie please," She says," And tell her that we're going to go home."

"Okay!"

You're not actually tired but you do want to go home because you think if you stay here then Morsa will keep drinking and keep throwing up.

You find Millie easily, slipping into the booth again as she comes back with your sprite.

"Momma says we're leaving now," You tell her," Because Morsa is nearly done throwing up her dinner."

Millie winces. "Yeah, Magda might have overdone it today. Let me grab you a bowl for her."

Morsa hobbles out into the car, hunched over as you dutifully carry the bowl from Millie in your hands.

"In the front, Magda," Momma orders but Morsa refuses.

"Sit with our baby! She's gotten so big! Let me sit with our baby!"

"No, Magda," Momma says," In the front and if you don't throw up on the way home then you can give Princesse cuddles when we get home."

"Fine."

Morsa finally gets in the passenger seat.

(She doesn't get her cuddle at all because as soon as Momma turns on the car, she throws up everywhere).

[tojivu]

bite me ❤︎ ! ⋆ jjk men

an. my first multichar work !

cw. hickeys/lovebites with gojo, geto, toji, nanami + the terrible aftermath. suggestive, otherwise quite sfw. f!reader. suguru isn't a curse user.

playing. bite me by enhypen.

GOJO SATORU is a cocky fucking bastard. just 12 hours ago, he had you wrapped around his finger — quite literally, as well — and his lips were practically superglued to the delicate skin of your neck and collarbones. it didn't occur to you, though, that your boyfriend didn't have the weekend off; after all, he did tell you he was going to be home the entirety of it.

well, you should've known that satoru would do anything to have his way with you — a little white lie, that's what he tells himself — but he had to admit that he couldn't think very straight, otherwise, he wouldn't have let you leave so many.

it's 11 in the morning when you receive a text from shoko. you can hear the disgusted yet unsurprised tone through the pixels, asking you why your boyfriend was sporting roughly 4 — yes, they were so obvious that she could count — patches of purple on his neck and jawline.

shoko: satoru looks like he got in a fight with a leech lol

when satoru comes home, the mortified feeling intensifies by tenfold — they're much more obvious in real life. the colour has faded a little, but hickeys are still hickeys, and your boyfriend is still an imbecile.

"what?"

"you have no shame," you turn your head away from the man standing at the entryway of your shared home, and back to the television. "you said you were gonna be home. you left before i woke up—"

"important jujutsu stuff," satoru interrupts. he takes his blindfold off, quick footsteps as he makes his way to the couch. your arms are folded together, an attempt to show satoru that you were upset. "couldn't be helped, baby. 'm sorry."

you turn your head towards him, eyebrows furrowed when you realise your boyfriend doesn't care one bit — he thinks there's nothing wrong with people knowing he's unavailable, and even more so when you're the reason.

"can you at least use some of my foundation?"

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GETO SUGURU has a little bit of dignity, but the collar of his shirt is a little too low to be coincidental. he secretly loves it whenever his friends ask about it, tease him about finally having a girl when he's been alone for so long.

it's a friday afternoon when he's at the gym getting his daily workouts in, and his cheeks flush when satoru nudges his bicep and lets a hearty laugh out; "aw, suguru's gotten busy, huh? this why you didn't turn up yesterday?"

suguru groans and tells satoru to shut the fuck up, but there's no denying that he was in fact busy. nevertheless, of course suguru had decorum; he covered himself up in front of the public and his family, but he really couldn't care less if his closest friends knew about what he was up to.

besides, his neck wasn't as bad as yours — he could only feel guilty as he watched you paint colour corrector and various shades of concealer on your neck, even doing the chilled spoon method; eventually giving up and settling for a scarf when they don't do the trick.

"i didn't know you were going out today," he says from the bed as you sit across the room at your mirror. "i fucked up."

"'s okay, sugu!" you smile reassuringly, contrasting the worried look on your face that spells it out for him — the sweet tone of your voice only makes suguru feel worse. "the scarf will work fine."

"i'm still sorry, baby. really."

he really isn't. but the guilt makes up for it, he thinks; he only hopes your mother doesn't catch a peek of the purple hiding beneath the fabric.

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TOJI FUSHIGURO also does not give two fucks. this man could leave the house absolutely littered in bite marks from your pearly whites — he loves looking at himself in the mirror in the morning, when you're still fast asleep, just admiring the artwork that is his body and the proof of the love you have for him on it.

this wasn't the case with the girls he used to mess around with, though. he absolutely loathed having any evidence of a woman on him, whether that be the scent of her perfume lingering on his clothes or in his apartment — or her messages appearing on his lock screen and his friends asking about it.

yet, it's different with you; but he supposes everything has been different with you. he thinks he's serious this time, about the relationship you two have — and he wants everyone to know that too, though he'll never say that out loud.

"tojiii?" you whine, arms stretching out as your eyes adjust to the sunlight that pours into the bedroom. you turn to his side of the bed, and you're not surprised when he isn't there — it's ironic. the first time you woke up in bed alone after a night with toji, you panicked and thought that he disappeared.

it's just then that your lover opens the door, duffle bag slung around his shoulder diagonally; his right shoulder hits the doorframe, almost fitting the entire width, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks when you see the hickeys on his neck.

you use your arms to push yourself up, sitting cross-legged on the sheets. "did you go out like that?"

"like what, princess?"

you smile at the name, but your lips don't part to answer — toji knows you know, but it's annoying how he acts so natural about it. he sets his bag down and his strong arms wrap around you, picking you up as if you're light as paper.

"show off," you mutter against the crook of his neck. "you need to start wearing hoodies to the gym."

toji catches a whiff of your scent and thinks you're dense for saying such a thing — he is finally proud to have someone by his side, so he might as well let everyone else know. he has to.

"not happening."

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NANAMI KENTO does cover up, but he wouldn't mind if someone saw them. he's very mature about it, really — not embarrassed in the slightest. after all, you were his wife and he was your husband. things are bound to happen between you two behind closed doors.

that doesn't mean he wouldn't try to conceal them, though. he asks to use your makeup to hide them — only to be fucked over when your shades don't match all too well. it's only then that he lets an exasperated sigh leave his lips, and you feel a hundred times guiltier.

"i'm sorry, kento," you bite down on your bottom lip out of worry. "maybe we can use the spoon?"

he shakes his head. nanami was running late, and he had to leave immediately.

"it's okay, darling," he presses a kiss to your forehead. "yaga won't be upset."

you knew gojo would tease him endlessly, and you also knew that nanami couldn't stand him. you almost tell him to stay home for a little longer so you can figure out a way to fix this.

"it's nothing to be ashamed of. we're adults," he reminds you, as if the events of last night and the evidence of said events do not. "i'll see you when i'm home?"

you sigh, middle and thumb fingers rubbing your temples. if only you were thinking straight — but you knew that was almost always impossible with kento. "okay. have a good day at work, ken."

kento plants one more kiss on your lips, and he has to pull himself away before another second passes; he always had trouble stopping himself with you.

he supposes that habit has come to bite him in the ass, now.

"thank you, sweetheart. i will."

yeah, gojo will never let him live this down.

280124 — is this ooc.

[skiddlecat]

you know what? fuck it. the dynamic between taco and microphone is really interesting and dumbing it down to "evil terrible abuser and poor innocent victim" flattens both of their characters simultaneously.

they both hurt Each Other in ways that can't be undone!!! mic did her fair share of Fucking It Up Big Time as well and i think the way their fallout went down is the best example of times mic could have been better. and before anyone says it NO i'm NOT saying she didn't have a right to back out when she did but what i AM saying is that i think the way she handled cutting taco off showcases one of her biggest character flaws EXCELLENTLY:

when she's hurt by someone, she will hurt them back twice as hard. cheesy makes an insensitive joke? she calls him a monster. taco relapses in her bad habits? she weaponizes her past friendship with pickle. i'm pretty confident in saying both of these responses are Pretty Damn Disproportionate. and i think that's really interesting!!! we should talk more about this!!!!!!!!!

taco did a lot of bad things in their friendship and should absolutely be held accountable for it, but i also think simply calling her a heartless abuser is horribly undermining her character. like, imagine with me, if you will:

(post-writing note. HOLY SHIT this was way longer than i thought it'd be. putting the rest of this post under the cut because the previous paragraphs are pretty much all my thoughts but i kind of go into a full taco character analysis below. if you want to see that then keep reading i suppose LMAOOO)

you once accidentally formed a friendship with someone based off of a lie. you exposed the lie, sabotaged that relationship, and cut him off. that was the last conversation you had. a good while later you realize that, oh no, you actually DID care about this person, and you miss him! but he's GONE and it's YOUR FAULT!!! so you write. you write, you write, you write, hoping to get a response, but you never do.

and then. and then you find someone else. someone who's loud, chaotic, cast out. she reminds you a little too much of the lie you built for yourself. and so, you help her. for your own selfish reasons, sure, but you attempt to reign her in. she doesn't trust you at first, you don't trust her either, and you are... less than kind to her. it's not pretty, but at this point it doesn't really matter to you, because right now she's just a means to an end. she doesn't mean anything to you.

but slowly, over time, things start changing. she starts seeing past the brick walls you built around yourself. starts trying to break them down, little by little. you avoid, you resist, you do everything you can to prevent her from getting through, because vulnerability is frankly disgusting, and you don't want to talk about your problems anyway! but, this doesn't last. you actually apologize to her, for being so closed off, because you should be doing better, and she seems to appreciate it.

someone brings up that old friend to her. you get MAD. it's like rubbing salt in the wound, reminding you of every reason you're not happy, every reason you've been scared of getting too close. he suggests that you will leave her the same way you left him.

and. surprisingly. your ally does not side with him. she tells him you're changing. you're changing. she looks at you and all of your disgusting flaws, and she sees someone not beyond redemption. and you think that maybe. maybe you can trust her. maybe you CAN let your walls down. maybe you won't screw it up this time. and, and...

one mistake.

a pretty big one, granted, but a mistake nonetheless. you relapse into some bad habits, because the situation you entered was not the one you planned for. and she's mad. so mad, in fact, that she takes your old friendship, something she knows is a touchy subject, that hurts every time it's brought up, and she weaponizes it. she looks at you as if you mean nothing to her, and then she leaves. she leaves before you even have a chance to respond.

one. mistake.

one mistake is all it took for her to grow sick of you, for her to agree with all of the terrible things people say about you. and what hurts the most is that you TRUSTED her. you thought you could be open with her, you thought she was DIFFERENT. but no, she's not different. she's just like everyone else. and maybe, if the one person who believed you could be better gives up on you... maybe they're all right about you.

the walls are back up. they're thicker, stronger, and as far as you're concerned... it will take FAR more convincing to let anyone get through ever again.

...and then mepad comes along and says he doesn't even believe you're a bad person in the FIRST place, which is. astounding and very hard to believe but he's seeing you at your absolute worst being needlessly cruel to everyone and is STILL saying this with complete confidence so, fuck, kind of hard to keep THAT up for very long. then ii16 happens and you know the drill SHE'S DOING BAD.

hoo boy this went on for a lot longer than it was supposed to. anyway all this to say i think we should talk more about how they both hurt each other rather than push the narrative that one of them was "the abuser" and the other was "the victim" because frankly that's not even how it works in real life. thank you for coming to my ted talk i've been sitting on this for weeks afraid that i'd be told to kill myself over anons 👍

[0san-ta0]

SOCIAL MEDIA | a.fredrick (Part 1)

synopsis ★ arthur falls head over heels for george's secret girl best friend. pairings ★ fem!reader x arthur fredrick (arthurtv) face claim ★ the GORGEOUS léna mango on insta author's notes: first social media au <33 let me know what you guys think of it, reblogs are appreciated!!! don't mind the dates and times!!

𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗲𝘆,𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗳𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝖺𝗇𝖽 6,321 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌... 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 1 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈�� 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐

𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗅𝗅 346 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗍...

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 gorgeous 𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗁𝗁𝖽𝗁𝗌𝖻𝗌𝖻𝗌

𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗺𝗱_10 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 '𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌' 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌

𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗺𝗱_10 𝗂'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾.

𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗒 (𝗉.𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗎𝗉)

𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗲𝘆 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈.

yourinstagram ....bitch we know everyone is here for me

georgeclarkeey I thought this was a george clarkey appreciation post, now you're calling me a bitch I might just take my money back

yourinstagram at this point I'll give it back on my own free will

user the queen is serving looks as always!! <33

user george is looking too fine in these pics

liked by georgeclarkeey

yourinstagram you have time to delete this before you blow his ego up anymore user OMGGG!!!! she replies

liked by arthurfnhill, georgeclarkeey, chrismd_10 and 5832 others

yourinstagram to appease the gods an appreciation post for some of my boys mostly chris!! <33 @chrismd_10 @arthurrnhill @georgeclarkeey @max_baldege peep cutey pie Chris before he gets pissy.

user AAAHHHHGHG!! cute chris and george content!!!! thank you mother

user not george hugging another man that's not his boyfriend....@arthurtv @arthurtv

user I thought the exact same thing @arthurtv

yourinstagram george told me he's single so idk about that...

user now arthur needs to know!! @arthurtv

georgeclarkeey you told me the last photo would be private...

yourinstagram well sir, in this world some pople lie and I fucking lied

georgeclarkeey photo privelleges are revoked

chrismd_10 just fyi I don't appreciate the caption at all

yourtinstagram when I give you love you don't want it but when I don't acknowledge you its also a problem!?!?!?!?! sir make up your mind

chrismd_10 treat me like a human and not a dog

yourinstagram ............................no.

user max looks absolutely disgusted

arthurtv watching my boyfriend hug other men hurts (not)

yourinstagram so this is the boyfriend who's not your boyfriend.....

georgeclarkeey how did you get here arthur!?!? and y/n leave

yourinstagram under my own post!?!? but hi boyfriend!!

arthurtv george stop being mean to the pretty lady

georgeclarkeey she deserves it after the things she's done to me

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yourinstagram anyways babes back to the regularly scheduled y/n and luna programming!!<33

user mother is mothering hard these days

user pretty and educated!! my wife is the total package

arthurtv the odessy... interesting read

yourinstagram it is !! especially the 5th time around

arthurtv 5th?? is it that good

yourinstagram maybe, maybe not? mythology is a personality trait at this point

arthurtv someday I'll be as invested as you

georgeclarkeey this wasn't supposed to happen

gkbarry you are literally stunning!! we need to go out again

yourinstagram thank you babe!! absolutely I need to get drunk off my ass again

user I need her and Arthur to meet now seriously

liked by yourinstagram user me too!! how have they never met!?!?? user chris said on a podcast I think, that most times when they hangout together as a group arthur's usually busy. but then george went on his pod and said that he didn't let them meet cause then the internet would collapse but idk. user ohhh, well his hard work has gone out the window yourinstagram I'm making it my life's mission to meet this man now

liked by arthurtv, yourinstagram, arthurfnhill and 2376 others georgeclarkeey guess who miraculously decided to join the trip @arthurtv @yourinstagram

arthurtv the internet wanted us to meet! what was I supposed to say?

georgeclarkeey how about no?

yourinstagram how about you stop being jealous and let us be friends

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A heart that hurts is a heart that works - Something Rotten sequel.

first part can be read here

Pairing: Dark!Joel Miller x afab!reader x Dark!Tess Servopoulos

Words count: 3829

Rating: Mature, absolutely NSFW and again, this shit is triggering. Please, read the tags carefully and if you're a minor don’t interact.

Tags/warning: This happens the morning immediately after the events of Something Rotten, pov second person, no use of y/n, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, heavy degradation, angst, smut, DUB CON/NON CON, reader is barely described, she has breasts and vagina, no mention of her skin tone, she doesn’t blush, she has hair but it’s not described, it is mentioned that Joel's clothes are too big for her (pics are just for aesthetic and don’t represent reader), the only thing is that reader's father died of lung cancer (like mine), depressive thoughts, as said in the first part: reader is held prisoner by Joel and Tess, on her leg is carved the word “pet” (Tess did it), use of a knife, groping, a large amount of bites, mention of wounds, mention of bruises, no kindness whatsoever towards reader, Joel and Tess are both EVIL, fingering (Tess receiving), oral (Tess receiving) spitting, nipples sucking and biting (it's not my ff if there is no attention towards nipples OKAY), unprotected p in v (both f receiving, wrap it up IRL), pussy slapping, cum eating, Joel comes on reader’s face, pissing, a little more scissoring, a little bit of chocking, squirting, brief insert of reader's thoughts in italics… I think it’s all 😅 If I notice I've forgotten something important I'll add it right away.

A/N: Title comes from a Placebo song called Bright Lights. It seemed right to continue with them since "Something Rotten" is also one of their songs. Anyway, I leave you the entire playlist that I listened to while I was writing both this and the first part and again thank you very much to those who recommended songs to me ♥️

There is something of my experience and pain in this so please be particularly kind. English is not my first language and I have no beta, I apologize for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy it, thank you so much to anyone who reads it.

[I started a tag list, if you want to be added let me know, I never tag people because I don't want to impose anything on anyone but if you like it I'm happy too ♥️ ]

Archive tags: @pedrostories ♥️

Your mind is completely clouded. You open your eyes and for a moment you don’t remember where you are, you rub your eyes, feeling your aching body awaken, the pain of every joint coming back to you. You reach out and press a spot on your stiff neck, a stab of pain shooting up your brain like a gunshot and then sliding down your spine, making you grit your teeth to stifle a moan.

You shut your eyes as images of what happened flash before your eyes, a piercing pain taking over your head.

You don’t know how much time has passed but when you manage to sit up, biting the pain between your lips, you see a bright light coming in through the dirty window, a speck of dust stirring in the beam of light that illuminates the messy bed, the crumpled sheets and the two people lying on it. Tess is on her side, her arms folded, her hands resting on the pillow, near her head. There is always a kind of tension in her, you see it even when she is sleeping, in her huddled body that seems ready to attack and unleash its claws on anyone. She is wearing nothing but panties and Joel’s shirt left open, revealing the outline of her breasts. 

She should disgust you, but instead as soon as you see one of her nipples poking out from under her shirt salive pools into your mouth. You put a hand to your forehead, overwhelmed by yourself, by what you feel and by a shame that creeps up inside you and makes your temples throb.

This is so wrong. Yet you would like to lace your lips on that little button and suck it, if only she would let you do it, if only she would let you lie next to her gently, allowing you to be the good pet she expects you to be.

Shifting your gaze to Joel doesn't help soothe your twisted mind. He’s on the other side, lying on his back, in his boxers, your eyes wander on the defined muscles on his chest, the softness of his belly, and a strip of sunlight hitting his abdomen highlighting hair leading to his groin. 

He seems carved out of a block of marble, skimmed by scars, exuding power and sex, the tips of your fingers graze your swollen lips and you still feel his taste, the weight of his cock on your tongue, his relentless thrusts, his hungry eyes on you. 

They must have fallen asleep, which gave you some respite even if you don’t feel rested at all.

You look at your thigh and it's still there, the pulsing sign that you should leave, just run while you can, sneak out of this place quietly and look for somewhere to hide. But you feel like a mouse in a cage, your body not moving an inch. You’re still untied; it would take nothing to reach the door and close it behind you. But what if they woke up? If they felt the bed lighten with your weight? You know they'd have you back in an instant. 

Your brain, you can't decide whether very stupidly or very wisely, thinks that it is better not to make any risky moves to stay alive. 

Helpless and desperate you lie back on the bed staring at the ceiling, the silence broken only by Joel's soft snoring.

Your arms spread across the bed as you sink into your thoughts and your fingers casually graze the knife abandoned on the sheets. The coldness of the blade sends a chill down your spine.

You have to do something for yourself. At least try. You cannot be so spineless. You move one leg off the bed, your eyes fixed on your captors, seeming not to notice anything so you move the other leg as well, letting yourself slide cautiously along the edge of the bed, finally resting both feet on the floor. You pick up the closest garment you can find on the ground, it's a Joel T-shirt, wide and long enough to cover your butt. You just have to get up, you can do it. Leaning your weight on your legs feeling your knees crack in the effort, you wonder what in your body is not sore. You are on your feet. Joel and Tess are motionless in the same position as before. You walk on the floor resting your toe and then your heel, silent and terrified like a prey trying to evade before falling into the lion's jaws, hoping that the wood will not creak under your gait. You reach for the door. You almost make it. Just rest your hand on the handle and lower it. A moment and you're out of here. As soon as your hand touches the cold metal you hear a voice behind you, “Where do you think you're going?” 

You feel your heart falling out of your chest, freezing where you are, your eyes at the door, your breath getting heavy.

“Turn around”

You do it slowly, praying you don't feel a blow immediately afterward. Joel is standing in front of you. “Please” your voice is a barely audible whisper ”please.”

Joel reaches out, grabs you by the wrist “no fucking way” 

He doesn't add anything more, he takes you back to the bed, forcibly lays you down and lies on top of you. His eyes look at you fiercely, he drops down next to your ear “maybe I was wrong about you, you're not the good pet I thought you were. Let me teach you your priorities straight“ he growls, his voice low, sharp. 

His body weighs down on you, completely overpowering you, his legs blocking yours, his hands resting on the sheets on either side of your face. 

"I give you credit for that. You were brave to think you could sneak away. But also incredibly stupid." His voice vibrates close to your ear, it is eerily calm and controlled, sounding as if it came from the darkest part of him, straight from his gut.

A lump rises from the pit of your stomach to your throat, sickening. "I'm sorry," you stammer, Joel's eyes lighting up with that sinister hue you now know like the back of your hand. 

He retrieves the knife from above the bed and places the blade under the fabric of the T-shirt, cutting through the sleeves and tearing it from the neck to the hem, reducing it to a shred of fabric lying beneath you. You tremble when the icy blade touches your skin.

His boxer-covered erection presses against your thigh, against your wound. 

Again you wonder what substance your mind is now made of because feeling him against you, demanding, claiming your body, makes your pleasure slide down your legs. You can feel it on your skin, a shiver, a wetness, a trickle of you leaving you to become his. You mold under him, relaxing your muscles, ceasing to resist, submitting to his stern eyes nailing you to the bed. 

He takes your hands and intertwines them possessively with his own as his legs push between yours, forcefully spreading them apart.

He crawls on you like a rabid dog, inhaling your scent on your neck, down to your sternum, reaching your breast, licking the skin above your ribcage “You were Robert's, weren't you?” 

His teeth close on one of your nipples, biting it, your back arches pushing against his mouth, demanding more. “This? It's mine now.” he whispers in a rough voice ‘This is mine too.’ he adds, twisting the other nipple, he moves one hand to your mound, grabbing it ”What about this wet pussy? She's mine too. I own you now. Make sure you don’t forget that, you little cock slave”

And you feel it again. The desire coursing down your body, clinging to your nerves, flowing into the middle of your thighs. 

It lingers on you deeply. And you’re pleading at that. Before you sense your own voice saying it, like it doesn’t belong to you, coming out of someone’s else body “Please” you babble “please, more” as he run a single finger through your folds.

Everyone you knew died. Every person you loved is gone, ruined by the spreading epidemic. Except your father, who passed away a few years before the pandemic broke out, obliterated by lung cancer. You still remember his jagged, exhausted breathing getting more and more labored, small and thin, until it died out completely. You still remember the smell of the hospital room, the dimness, your gripped heart, your silent tears. It was something you never wanted to see, the moment when death takes someone.  It stays inside, digs deep into you, rattles in the walls of your brain until one day it subsides and remains a creeping awareness you have to live with. A brick in your pocket that will forever weigh of absence, of pain, of lack.

And when you thought maybe you could make it, one day when the brick seemed lighter, pandemic came and your mother turned into a monster. From a fragile woman, still bent by your father's absence, to a ferocious beast with bloodshot eyes that tried to break your neck.

You had had to tear it down yourself, with your own strength, that thing your mother had turned into. And you couldn't explain it for days, or how you had done it, or what had happened. People were running around terrified, not knowing where to take refuge, not knowing if it would ever end. Until they came and loaded you onto trucks, promising to escort you to a safe area. What you were not told was that there was no solution, for some of you there was not even a place in the QZ. The epidemic took away not only the people you cared about but also your dreams, every hope you had for your future, every plan to become a good teacher, to accompany young minds in creating a better world. There is nothing left to create, only destruction.

You could have offered yourself as a teacher in the Qz but you had decided not to bow to a system that spread only government propaganda, instilling in kids that there was nothing else to believe in but FEDRA. 

And even in the face of desperation the cruelty had not stopped, some soldiers had tried to take you at night, traumatized and without strength, you had been saved only by the good heart of one of your neighbors who had defended you. You had jumped out of the truck, along with him and some other people, looking for an alternative that would never come. They had fallen like skittles, one after another. You were tired of seeing it, the cold hand of death reaching out to everyone around you. 

Your heart still aches horribly, but after all, a heart that hurts is a heart that works. And you're still alive. 

He takes the finger away and shoves it in his mouth, enjoying the taste of you and then he’s close to your ear again grazing you with his beard and graveling “I knew you were a little slut,” Joel's heavy breath warms your skin, driving your being back into your body. “When I'm done with you you'll want nothing more than to be my brainless whore”

You’re bucking your hips against him, mindlessly, while he takes your body with his mouth and hands, furiously licking, biting and groping your flesh, moving impatiently over you on the bed and waking Tess up. She takes a few seconds to focus, abruptly recovered from a deep sleep, but then you hear her dry voice, “oh, are you having fun without me?” 

Joel does not tell her that you tried to escape. which in itself is a miracle for you. He turns to her just a moment, leaving your nipple with a loud pop .

“Come” he tells her, and it's almost sweet. Almost. Tess comes crawling up on the bed like a feline and looks down at you, smiling cruelly. 

“Lie on top of her, make sure this bitch doesn't move” Tess nods, he makes room for her, and she crushes you with all her weight, her scarred back against your tits, as if you were a mat, clinging to your arms as Joel watches the scene smugly "Quite a picture" he growls.

He pulls down Tess's panties, tossing them aside. He does the same with his boxers.  “This is exactly what I want. Two pretty cunts all for me” 

He stoops to observe you both, his eyes roaming your sexes, his thumb touching you first, a creamy river in between your folds, and then Tess. She snorts “will you hurry up?”

“mmm you're not wet enough honey, but we can fix that”

“Honey”, you think he is the only person who can call Tess that. Anyone else would be out of balls in a heartbeat. 

He buries his face in her cunt and you feel Tess stiffen on top of you, her whole body reacting to the first touch of Joel's tongue. You seem to catch a glimpse of submerged fragility behind all that violence and resentment she always displays.

She grips your wrists in a vice as her hips rise toward Joel and a low, deep moan escapes from her throat. 

Joel's fingers run hard and calloused over your folds, collecting what drips from you and spreading it over Tess's pussy, mixing your essences, then returning to lick her. And you can feel her, crumbling on top of you, conceding willingly, every muscle in her asking for more.

Each lapping of Joel's tongue on her vibrates over your body like a wave, Tess's butt sliding over your folds, crawling over your clit, giving you reflex stimulation.

“Mmmm just like that, baby, that’s fucking good” 

She whines so sweetly under his ministration, an undertone so vulnerable and tender in her voice you almost think she turned into another person. And you are in the front row watching this, a silent witness to the other Tess, the one who still has a shred of humanity hidden within her.

It’s unique, you think, how sex with the right person, a person we care about, a person we share a path with, makes us. Defenseless, no mask to wear against the world. Even Tess, perhaps the coldest woman you’ve ever met. 

“Nice and drippy” Joel murmurs, nuzzling at Tess’s cunt “fucking gorgeous” 

He dips his nose in there, moving through her folds up to her clits, brushing the tip over it. “You smell so good, babe, such an nice mess for me to feast on” 

“Fuck” Tess gasps “just fuck me” 

“Yeah baby, I’m going to stretch you both so damn right” 

Tess rolls her eyes in twisted need, impatient like the bossy woman she still is and you whine like the shy mess that you are. 

So different and yet ready for the same cock. 

You noticed the way Joel’s voice soften when he speaks to Tess, the intimacy between them is palpable, in this moment you’re just an appendage. 

You want that desperately, belong to someone, to him, to her, to feel his voice and his whole body going unshielded for you. 

Joel spits into his palm and takes his cock in his fist, pumping it and then tapping the tip on her cunt, once, twice, three times, rubbing it on her folds, lubricating it with her juices, before getting it all the way inside her. Tess's body arches so desperately over yours, merging with Joel's as he begins to thrust inside her.

She thrashes on top of you, clinging to your forearms, pushing you back against the mattress, her hips swaying over yours again giving secondhand attention to your clit, now so swollen and needy that each thrust you emit a moan in sync with her, shyly participating in her pleasure. You bend your neck slightly to one side to look at Joel standing before you, bronze and sculptural, a cruel god who leaves you breathless. His chest glistens in the dim sunlight streaming in through the window, revealing tiny droplets of sweat beading on him, a grin painted on his face, brows furrowed, lost in Tess's wet walls, focused on pounding on her special spot again and again.

“You like that huh? You like this cock splitting you, yeah, I know you do, fuck you’re so drenched I could take a bath in it, all slippery and warm...mmm baby, just like that. Take it.”

He rests a hand on her belly to hold her more firmly, a sense of possession different from that manifested with you, purer and deeper, made up of silent, recurring gestures between them. It's as if you feel it all the way down into your stomach as he sinks into her, the forced closeness making you almost delirious, sensitive and wanting.

Tess is almost at her peak, sliding on you now unceasingly, her back kneading your breasts, up and down, your nipples impossibly hard against her skin, she stammers "there- there- I'm almost there- oh fuck"

"Not yet, baby, hold it back" he challenges her and she growls in disappointment and frustration, as he comes out of her. Joel brushes against you "it's time to put this slut in her place. You want it huh?" he roars as he looks at you "I can see it from here, you're flowing like a fucking river, clenching around nothing like a whore” 

His eyes sparkle with evil. He spits on your cunt, a glob of saliva right on your clit. He spreads it quickly over your entrance and thrusts into you unceremoniously, all the way down, in one breath-breaking stroke. "You're full now huh? Clench around my shaft, bitch” 

You feel your walls strangle his cock, eager to hold him inside, to belong to him, to be broken through. "Yes" you moan, not even sure why you had tried to run away from this anymore. Tess wouldn't even need to hold you with her whole body but you'll never say it, the way she bounces on top of you drives you crazy. You are back on the scene now, eager, drunk with a dark, all-consuming desire burning in your veins.

He grips your hips hard, digging his fingers into your thighs, going out and back in you harder, deeper each time, using your cunt as his personal toy, beating on your cervix as if he were to fill it with bruises. And you don't care, welcoming each thrust as if it were the last thing you will ever receive.

Your mouth proceeds alone, bellowing and wailing each moan like an off-key song you can't stop singing, irrepressible, obscene, feverish.

"You're tight for a whore, pet, but don't worry, I'll take care of it." Joel grunts, Tess echoes you, her harsh voice protesting uselessly to let her finish, her legs wrap around Joel's waist claiming him but he is focused on ruining you now with the cruel and unrelenting force he has not reserved for her.

Her nails sink into the skin of your arms, you feel them barely disconcerted by Joel's stabs but a tiny part of your brain knows they will leave more marks on you. 

There is nothing gentle about it, no attention, no care, just animalistic thrusts that make your body shake like an earthquake. 

You are less, obviously less, but you are still something.

Tess turns on you, looking into your eyes, lowering a hand to your clit, rubbing it furiously and then colliding it with her own, clit against clit, pressed together in sloppy kissing, hips rocking back and forth, sliding up to the point where Joel joins obscenely with you, seeking on her own the finish Joel has not yet given her by using your body.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she screeches, "here we go little slut, give it all to me" biting your skin on the marks Joel left, on your neck, on your tits, sucking your nipples between her lips, unrestrained. She's a wild amazon riding you, untamed, fierce and mean, teeth, tongue and hips demanding no permission and taking from your body what they want. 

And then again her hand descends between you to rub her clit as her knuckles press against yours, squirting letting out a guttural sound, flooding you, Joel's cock and the sheets. 

Joel growls at the vision “oh that’s fucking right, babe, yeah spurt all over me, FUCK, so good”

And you lose yourself, your sanity flying out the window with your attempts to escape, you are caged by Tess's body, hammered by Joel's cock, you feel their eyes on you looking fiercely, them calling you their slut again and again, that's all you can do. 

Tess pulls away from you, Joel holds you firmly by the hips, his face contorts into a grimace, he bites his lower lip as he thrusts himself possessively into you, reaches down and puts a hand around your neck, squeezing your pulse point, smiling cruelly as your air diminishes and your mind becomes rarefied “keep it up slut, milk me” and she scolds him “you can't cum inside her”.

“Fuck” he snorts "you're right". The grip on your neck loosens and you gasp, panting hard, trying to regain oxygen.

Joel slaps your pussy hard with his hand open, ordering: “on your knees, pet.”

You sit complacently on your lap on the bed, uncertain of what he wants to do. Tess is at your side, sneering. 

“Stick out your tongue for me.” He says harshly, Tess's hand bends your back, making you squat, waiting. 

“Good kitten” Joel grunts stroking his cock up and down, the angry red tip aimed at you. You don't realize it in time that long, thick, streaks of cum hit your face, your mouth, slide down your chin. You close your eyes just a moment before you feel his semen hit your eyelashes and run thickly down your cheek.

“Mmm now you look just like a proper slut” Tess giggles wickedly, then pauses "In fact no, we can do better". She grabs you by the arm, drags you naked as a maggot into the bathroom, and gets you on your knees inside the tub. “Hold still” she barks at you. You close your eyes, trembling, not knowing what to expect, until you feel something warm hit your forehead, run down your face, partially wash the cum off. An acrid, pungent smell makes its way into your nostrils. As soon as it reaches your lips you realize. 

You open your eyes, clouded by Tess's piss, her degrading gaze penetrating your bones along with Joel's laughter, standing in the bathroom enjoying the show. 

“Now you're perfect.”

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[gotham-daydreams]

Warning long ask ahead I apologize in advance

Hi there :), I'm here to drops some angst

So you said that friend!reader does some shady buisness, and I imagine it takes a while for the whole turn yandere for reader takes a while to happen

So what if the batfam threatening them and interfering in their life so they leave the idol alone is what eventually pushes them that way?(They did it as the Wayne family, in this scenario reader doesn't know the identities)

As you said, they are the richest family in Gotham and can easily get you fired from your job, or expelled if you're in college

And let's say Barbara is the first to starting turn

Maybe it's when she just happens to be investigating some crime trough cameras and she come across reader, shes likely annoyed but decide to investigate anyway, she is still vigilantes after all

And that eventually leads her to finding out the reasons why reader doing it, because they need it to afford groceries, and they can't get a normal job because of her and the family

it wouldn't be immediately yandere but I feel like the shock of it would be a good Kickstarter

And to make it worse? The reader is not out for revenge, they are not plotting to kill someone or trying to ruin Wayne industries, they are just trying to afford food

She can deal with someone hating them and wanting to hurt them, but instead the reader pretends that they don't know them, either the Wayne's , or her own family

And that really digs deep , not just because of the batfam but because she knows that if reader were to ask Gordon for help, he would do so in a heartbeat

But reader won't, because they're afraid, afraid of the batfam hurting them, afraid of *her*

That stews in her head for a while, she remembered back when she still worked with her father, on how she wanted to help the criminals in Gotham, because a lot of them where people in bad situations pushed into this life by someone with more power, people like two face, penguin, black mask ,... And now her

Her younger self would be absolutely be disgusted by her right now

So Barbara steels herself and decides to help reader, she knows she can't go on person, reader would be rightfully too angry or too scared to listen to anything she had to say,

There nothing she could do as Barbara Gordon, but reader would be willing to listen to a text send to them by oracle

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so yeah the idea is, Barbara starts talking to reader as oracle to keep them safe, and that eventually that turns into obsession, I had no real reason to focus on her, I just wanted to have someone different than the obvious Jason or Bruce

Also not gonna lie, the reason I mention Gordon in this is because I had the less angsty idea of Gordon helping the reader out of the bad situations like the batfam pins a crime on a reader and he's like "oh hold on you guys got this wrong"(he doesn't know it was intentional) and proves the reader innocent, so reader starts clinging to him and when the batfam eventually turn yandere their like >:0

Because the reader prefers the grizzled old detective instead of super cool vigilante group (warning the batfam might be biased)

YESSS!!!! I definitely see it! And honestly, the reason the reader does shady stuff in the first place is exactly as you said pretty much- they have no choice. They're living on their own, as their own sole provider, and have nobody to help them but themselves - and what's the quickest way to make money in Gotham? Especially semi-good money? Crime.

Not that the reader kills anyone or anything like that, they just do what they have to, but they still hold morals and such.

I will also say that how the Batfam becomes obsessed is through them just... not knowing much about the reader the more they think about it. Like, sure the reader would answer their questions they'd dismissively ask just for the sake of it and to keep appearances, but the reader wouldn't really give anything of substance.

Do they work? Yeah! Where do they work? Just as some shop What do they live? Somewhere in downtown Gotham/With a friend! What are they studying? You think they study?

And so on and so forth. Things to move the conversation along, but also not really give anything, y'know?

So it's through learning more about the reader (and outside of what they deem necessary to learn so that they have more leverage and such over them) and such, is a big part of their 'transition'/switch from the idol to the reader themself.

It sucks too because the reader wants to do something else, and is actively working towards being able to work a 'clean' job, but of course, since this is Gotham and they aren't rich by any means - it's hard to do that. It's hard to put themselves in a better position by themselves, especially considering their position.

They are terrified of the Batfam when they go out to do their shady stuff, just knowing that the vigilantes are lurking is enough of a fright, but the thought of facing them and the aftermath... that fills them with dread too, because they can't afford to get caught. They can't afford to get their lights knocked out, and be sent to prison. They're just trying to make their life better, and want to do it themself. To prove to themself that they can do this... and also not seem a certain way to their more well-off friends.

It's a struggle, and the Batfam, even before they begin to act malicious and everything - added to that by just doing their jobs and such at night. So with what goes down and everything... yeah, it doesn't help.

If anything, that first message from Oracle definitely freaks them the fuck out. It 100% takes them way too long to even open the message, expecting some kind of threat or something along those lines. A threat, or a promise against them - and so on and so forth. So you can imagine how they react when they finally see the message and it's actual contents.

Regardless, I love your input and seeing your thoughts!! It was an awesome read, I really enjoyed it :]

[roosterforme]

Right Girl, Wrong Time Part 8 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: You fulfill your promise to visit both schools. You can't deny that Miami is beautiful and offers a lot of things you want. But San Diego has Bradley, and it's time for you to figure out where your priorities lie. During your trip to California, you reach out to a new friend to discuss your decision. 

Warnings: Fluff, swears, and angst

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a sequel to accompany my story Old Habits Die Hard (you'll want to read that one first)!

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Your flight touched down in Miami on a Monday morning in late July, and you couldn't get over how disgusting the weather was. Once you had your luggage, you made your way outside to get in line for a taxi, and you thought you were going to melt. Your lungs felt uncomfortable from the humidity, and it was blazing hot for so early in the day. 

You were completely stuck to the seat, and your taxi driver was weaving in and out of traffic. "How much further?" you asked him cautiously, but he was already making a turn toward an absolutely beautiful campus. You peeled yourself off of the seat and braced yourself as you opened the door to the wall of humidity once again. 

When you made your way to meet the dean of students with your suitcase and sweaty clothing, you wished you had decided to visit during the winter. And now you had to sit through several meetings thinking about the fact that you hated this weather, perhaps even more than the Chicago winters. 

If you were too cold, you could always snuggle up to Bradley. 

And then there he was. Again. Right at the front of your mind. You promised him you'd take him out of the equation of which job was the right one for you, but you just didn't know if you could do it. 

"Is that correct?" The dean of students was talking to you, and you had no idea what she was saying. She would literally be your supervisor's boss if you took the job here, and you were busy daydreaming about Bradley.

You pushed some of your sweaty hair out of your face. "Uh, could you repeat that, please?"

When you finally got the conversation back on track, you left with a schedule for the next three days. You'd be meeting dozens of people, sitting in on a calculus lecture, looking at curriculum, and taking tours.

You learned pretty quickly that the best time to go out was late at night. You also learned that the Cuban food trucks made some of the most delicious things you had ever tasted. You went out to dinner with some of the deans, and you toured what could become your future office. 

It was all very nice, and luckily heavily air conditioned. There was nothing wrong with any of it. But you weren't convinced it was actually right. Until you took yourself on a tour of the library and found the study rooms. They were sterile, with harsh fluorescent lighting. And the doors had windows and didn't lock. You laughed and took a few pictures, including a selfie of you frowning. You'd send them to Bradley when he got back. 

On your last day in Miami, you stopped at a coffee shop before doing some sightseeing. You opted for an iced coffee to try to fight away some of the heat, but even in a sundress, it felt horrible outside. You were just pulling the fabric away from your tattoos when you bumped into the person behind you.

"I'm so sorry," you told him, holding your hands up in surrender. "I'm not used to the heat."

He smiled at you. "You're not from Miami."

You shook your head. "No. And I actually think my blood got too thick after living in Chicago? Is that a thing?  Are you from Miami?" You eyed him up and down. He was handsome, and his clothes looked pristine, like he was somehow magically avoiding sweating to death. 

"Born and raised. And never left," he confirmed. Even his smile was charming. "You're up," he nodded with his chin, letting you know it was your turn to order. 

"Oh, thanks," you mumbled, reaching for your wallet as you ordered an iced coffee. But he insisted on paying for your drink along with his, leaning slightly against your shoulder as he handed his credit card to the barista.

You turned to thank him once again, and his face was close to yours. As you opened your mouth, his eyes darted down to your lips. 

"Do you want to get dinner with me tonight?" he asked, leaving you just staring at him for a beat. 

"Wow," you laughed, startled that he was already asking you out. "Thank you, but no," you said, shaking your head, thoughts of Bradley filling you up and making you warm.

He just nodded once. "You're not wearing a ring. Are you seeing someone?"

You took your iced coffee from the barista and said, "Something like that."

"Well, you don't sound so sure," he replied, grabbing his drink and following you to the door. "We could just go out as friends."

"Friends?" you asked with a laugh. "You don't even know my name."

"You could tell me," he said, his tone hopeful now. 

But you just shook your head and told him, "I have an early flight tomorrow. But thanks anyway." You made your way outside as he called after you, but you didn't look back.

The next morning you flew back to Virginia for a few days, before continuing on to San Diego. 

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Bradley could only spend so many hours per day working out. And when he wasn't flying a mission or eating a meal, he was usually looking at pictures of you on his phone. 

He had texted you almost nonstop when he first boarded the aircraft carrier in the port in San Diego, finally calling you to hear your voice one more time before he was out of range of phone service. He kept replaying the way you said 'I love you, Beer Boy. Be safe.' before you ended the call. 

You had texted him a few newer photos of yourself. Nothing crazy, but he still felt his entire body stir every time he looked at them. Which was frequently. 

And when he had to take matters into his own hands, he thought about that UVA study room, and how fucking happy you made him feel. He thought about your tiny office and your bedroom. He thought about how it felt to have you wash his hair. 

He could not stop thinking about you. He tried, but it didn't work. The fact that he hadn't imagined that perfect weekend with you was almost too much to bear. Now that he'd had you in his life again, he couldn't go without.

Bradley assumed you had visited both schools by now, and he was almost hoping he didn't get another chance to have a facetime call. Because he would try to use it on you. And he was terrified you were going to break his heart again, something he could better brace himself to handle from the comfort of his own home. He would call you then.

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San Diego had a lot of things going for it, primarily the weather. You seemed to be able to go outside in the middle of the day in August without nearly passing out here. Miami definitely lost points for that one. 

You also liked the beaches better. They were a little more rustic and not as crowded. Everything moved at a bit of a slower pace, and you thought you could get used to that. 

But your office space would be smaller, and the labs were not as updated. The salary was also a bit lower. You had called Veronica a few times, trying to sort through all of your feelings and expectations. 

And you honestly tried your best to remove Bradley from the equation, just like he had asked you to. But when you did that, it was almost an even split. Neither school seemed to be able to pull through and clench the top spot. 

As you paced up and down the windswept San Diego beach at sunset, you just felt like crying. You were afraid of disappointing yourself, but you were even more afraid of making the wrong decision where Bradley was concerned. 

You knew what you wanted to do, but you didn't know how well he was going to take the news when he was back on land again. But you swiped away your tears and checked the time on your phone. You needed to go meet up with someone very important. 

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Bradley was up and pacing in his khaki uniform, and it wasn't even light outside yet. He thought he could barely see land in the distance from the observation lounge, but maybe that was just his mind playing tricks on him. He wanted to get back, needed to be able to talk to you.

It had been six weeks. And it had felt almost as painful to him as the previous ten years without you. Because all of his memories were fresher now, a little more crisp around the edges. Your voice had faded in his mind, but was never quite forgotten. But now he could hear everything so clearly. 

He wondered if you were still in Virginia. Maybe you would let him come see you again for a weekend, prolong the pain and suffering if necessary. It would be worth it to be with you again, even if you left him after that to go to Miami.

"Come on," he muttered, checking his phone to see if he had service yet. He needed to make sure Nat remembered to pick him up, but then he would plan the rest of his day around whenever you were available to talk to him.

There was no way his eyes were playing tricks now. He shielded the sun from his face with his hand and squinted, and he could definitely see land. He'd be on the dock in an hour tops, and now he was starting to feel very anxious. So he jogged out onto the walkway to get some fresh air, but even that barely helped. 

Suddenly his phone started vibrating with dozens of messages and alerts, letting him know he finally had phone reception. So he called Nat with a pounding heart. 

"Rooster!" she greeted when she answered after one ring. "Are you docked already? I haven't left my house yet."

"No," he said, his voice a little shaky. "Getting there, but not quite yet. Less than an hour."

"Okay, I'll leave soon. And before you ask, yes I started your dumb Bronco for you once a week."

That got him to laugh. "Thanks."

But he could always count on Nat to know exactly what was going on with him. "Are you going to call her soon and see what she's doing?"

He cleared his throat a few times. "You know, I thought I could wait until I got home and got settled. But I think I need to call her now, Nat. I'm a mess."

"I know," she replied softly. "I understand that you need to know what's going on. Just give her the benefit of the doubt, okay? Hear her out and don't judge her decision?"

Bradley raked his fingers through his hair. "I could never judge her, Nat. I just can't stop thinking about her."

"You thought about her the whole time?"

He sighed and turned away from the early morning sunlight. "The whole time."

"Oh, Bradley. Those ten years did nothing, did they?"

"No. Nothing."

Nat hummed through the phone before saying, "I'll see you soon."

Bradley paced the length of the carrier, grasping his phone in his hand. It would be late morning in Virgina. He could call you now. But if you crushed him on the spot, he would definitely prefer to be at home while he cried and drank himself into a state of forgetfulness. 

If you told him you were going to Miami, but you still wanted him, he would somehow make it work. But if you told him you were going to Miami and that he wasn't going to fit in your life, he was going to have to do all of the things he really didn't want to do. Delete all the photos of you. Delete your phone number. Try to move on for good.

Because it felt like a blessing that he ran into you again last month, but he knew there would never be a third chance for him. 

"Fuck," he grunted, unable to wait another minute. He pulled up your contact in his phone and looked at the recent picture of you before tapping the screen

One ring. Two. Three. Four.

"Bradley?"

"Sugar," he gasped, feeling lightheaded and dizzy. 

"Hi! Are you back in San Diego now?" you asked, your voice impossibly soothing even though he knew it could break him.

"Almost," he replied, wishing he didn't have to talk over the sound of your soft breaths instead of just listening. "I can see the dock now."

"You're still on the aircraft carrier?" you asked.

"Yeah, Sugar. I couldn't wait another minute to call you." He took a deep breath. "Did you visit both schools?"

You paused for a beat. "Of course I did. I promised you I would."

He squeezed his eyes shut and asked, "How did you like Miami?"

"It was great," you told him, and his heart sank. "The offer is incredible. They have the most state of the art lab facilities I have seen since Chicago. And the offices are huge."

Bradley was cradling his forehead in his hand, thinking about getting dumped by you in his fraternity house. Thinking about how that didn't hurt as much as this potentially could.

He forced out the words. "And if you pick Miami, where does that leave us, Sugar?"

"Bradley? I'm actually meeting up with someone shortly here. Can I call you back later?"

His heart was pounding, and he let out a little laugh, because he knew he'd let you get away with this kind of shit forever. Which was why he would have to stop himself. "Yeah."

"Great, I'll talk to you soon. And Bradley?"

"Yeah, Sugar?"

"I love you."

You ended the call before he could respond. He didn't know what to think as he slowly made his way back to his bunk to gather his things together. He waited in line to deboard the carrier, and once he was on the dock, he heard Nat yelling his name.

"God, you're loud," Bradley told her, scooping her up into a tight hug. "I could hear you a mile away." He felt a little bit better now as she rubbed his back and let him hug her. 

"In spite of all of your flaws, I missed you," she told Bradley with a smile, leading the way toward her car. Bradley grumbled a bit, shifting around trash and food wrappers before he could even climb in.

"This is disgusting," he said, nearly gagging as something sticky met his arm. But the terror that was the interior of his best friend's car took his mind off of you for a moment. 

"That's just because you're a neat freak."

"I always have been," he agreed, "but this is next level, Nat. So gross."

As she pulled out into traffic, Bradley turned the radio on and listened to Nat tell him about work. 

"What else did you get up to while I was gone?" he asked, rubbing his hands along his face. 

"Oh, well I met up with a new friend I made on Instagram."

"Instagram?" he asked. "Really?"

"Yeah, she's new to the area," Nat said, giving him side eye. "I actually really think you guys would get along. I could introduce you?"

He turned to face her as she waited at a traffic light. "Nat. Come on. You know I'm waiting on Sugar." Saying the words out loud brought back his bout of nerves, and he kicked some trash out of the way so he could stretch his legs out.

"I know. It was just an idea," she said, zipping down the street once again. 

"I called her," he admitted. "But we didn't talk much. She said she'd call me back."

"Really?" Nat asked, looking alarmed. "Do you know where she was?"

"Not sure. Probably Virginia, unless she already moved to Miami."

"Maybe she's out looking at apartments?" Nat asked, turning onto Bradley's street.

He didn't even want to fucking think about that. He pictured some soulless highrise in Miami, and he couldn't even imagine you there. Not after your cute little cottage with the crumbling front step. "Maybe," he mumbled, suddenly anxious to get inside his house and be alone. 

Nat pulled her car in his driveway behind the Bronco; he loved that thing, and it couldn't even bring a smile to his face right now. "Thanks for the ride, Nat. I'd invite you in for some coffee, but I'm just not feeling up to it."

"No problem," she said, rubbing his shoulder with her small hand. "Why don't you call me later when you feel like it? Maybe we can get dinner or go to the Hard Deck?"

He sighed, popping the passenger door open. "Maybe." 

When he started to climb out, Nat said, "Oh, Bradley. Almost forgot. I left something sweet inside for you. I hope you don't mind."

He just gave her a thumbs up, because if she went grocery shopping for him or left him something to eat, that was more than okay with him. He closed the door and waved to her, digging his house key out of the side pocket of his duffle as he walked up to his porch.

But then he froze. There was a bright yellow post-it note stuck to the middle of his pristine, white front door. He had even painted his door white for a reason, and he never wanted anything marring it. Except maybe for this. 

He climbed the steps, tossing his duffle aside, and reached for the note.

BEER BOY

I love you

With shaky fingers, Bradley shoved his key into the lock and wrenched the door open.

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You had been immensely enjoying your dinner with Natasha. Once the two of you had connected on Instagram while Bradley was away, you made plans to meet her in person while you were looking at San Diego State. And now you fully understood why she was Bradley's best friend.

"I feel like I already knew you!" Nat said with a bright smile over drinks and dessert. "Is that weird? That this doesn't feel like I'm meeting a stranger?"

"No, it's not weird," you agreed with a laugh. 

"Bradley has told me so much about you over the last decade. I know more about you than I do any of his other more recent girlfriends, and I'd actually met them in person," she indulged over a glass of wine and some cheesecake. "Maybe I shouldn't be telling you that." She winced at you.

You took a deep breath. "Here, I'll make us even. I got a tattoo in honor of Bradley after I moved to Chicago."

Nat just rolled her eyes. "I already knew that. He told me over facetime like three weeks ago."

You buried your face in your hands as she chuckled. Then you groaned. "I know which school I want to pick. But I think Bradley is going to have a hard time coming to terms with it."

Nat's eyes went wide. "What does that mean?"

"Well...." you began, pausing to collect your thoughts. "If I tell him I picked the University of Miami, I'm afraid I'll break his heart, and mine. Again. But, if I tell him I picked San Diego State, he's going to act all high and mighty, and tell me I shouldn't be making this decision for him."

Nat set her empty wine glass down a little hard. "You know, you're absolutely right! But he's just going to have to get the fuck over it! I know he loves you, and he would be so happy to be with you. So if you want to move to San Diego, don't let him try to stop you."

You both looked at each other before bursting into laughter. "He's making this a lot more complicated than it needs to be!" you groaned.

"He's the worst," she said, nodding in agreement. "But also the best."

"Yeah, he really is," you agreed with a small smile, really missing him right now. "Well, this was so much fun, but it's getting late." You noticed it looked like your waiter was hoping you'd vacate the table soon so he could leave.

"I hope you do pick San Diego. We could hang out," Nat said, setting down some cash on the table. 

"Oh, didn't I make it clear? I'm definitely picking San Diego."

Nat actually squealed and ran around the small table to hug you. You let yourself relax into her embrace. "I'm so happy for Bradley," she muttered, releasing you with a huge smile.

"When he's being a noble pain in my ass about it, I'm calling you for help. But for now, I'm going to head back to my hotel room."

Nat grinned at that. "Why don't you just stay at his house? I have a spare key."

Your eyes went a little wide. "Without him there? You don't think he would mind?"

"No. I think he would love that." 

And so you ended up staying at Bradley's house for three nights. It was just as surreal as running into him at the bar had been! His house was spotless, just like you expected it to be. But when Nat gave you a little tour, you were shocked to see so many familiar things. The spare bedroom had a framed Grateful Dead concert poster that you remember from his bedroom at the Beta house. And his office was complete with a solid wood desk and his dad's Navy desk lamp.

But after Nat left you on your own, it became increasingly difficult not to be nosy. On the morning he was due to arrive back home, you were running your fingers along his bookshelves, and you came in contact with something familiar. You pulled down your old, purple notebook from your differential equations class. 

"Oh my goodness," you gasped, flipping through the pages. Because along with your old math notes, you saw little doodles and messages in the margins that matched Bradley's handwriting. You closed your eyes, and you could perfectly picture the way you used to sit on his lap in the study room while he messed around with your notes. He had written your name surrounded by a bunch of little hearts. You saw where he had written Beer Boy and Sugar with some cute little stick figures, and you laughed. 

He had been moving around all over the world, and bringing this notebook with him everywhere. Your eyes filled with tears, and the desire to be with him was so strong. 

And then he was calling you. You were so nervous to see him, and you didn't want to get into your decision over the phone, so you tried to throw him off. 

"Bradley? I'm actually meeting up with someone shortly here. Can I call you back later?"

He sounded so dejected, so you made sure you told him you loved him before ending the call. Then you made his bed and quickly tried to tidy up his house. You fixed your hair and makeup, but he still wasn't back yet. Nat had sent you a quick text as soon as she saw him on the dock, but that had been quite a while ago. 

You were pacing the length of his living room now, terrified that he would be annoyed that you'd spent a few days here. Then you heard a car in the driveway and peeked out through the window to see Nat's dirty car. 

"Oh god," you whispered, finally getting to see Bradley after six weeks. He looked so handsome, and you had missed him so much. You scrambled back to the middle of the room when you saw him walk up the porch steps, a look of shock on his face.

The sound of the key in the lock and the way he swung the white door open wide had you chewing on your lip. 

"Sugar?" he asked, standing in his entryway and gaping at you. 

"Hi, Beer Boy," was all you could manage to say as your heart pounded in your ears. But he looked so stunned, you felt yourself start to smile. 

He took a few steps closer to you. "What are you doing here, baby?"

You felt like you could melt inside. Just the sight of him in his uniform had you aching. He was gorgeous, and you loved him so much. You took a step closer as well. 

"I was actually wondering if it was okay if I had my boxes shipped here? I don't have an office for another week or so, and I'm still looking at apartments."

He was running one hand through his hair, making it stand on end, and his mouth was open, but no words were coming out. 

"Unless...you don't want me to?" you whispered, watching him slowly close the distance between the two of you until he was standing barely a foot away.

"Please, Sugar. Please tell me what that means."

You swallowed hard, looking up at him. You gently ran your hands up to rest on his chest. "I'm picking San Diego. I'm picking you. I'm picking us. If that's still what you want, too?"

A strangled sound escaped his lips, and then his mouth was on yours and you were in his arms. He kissed you deeply as your arms gripped his shoulders, and he held you tight. 

"You mean that?" he asked between kisses, nibbling at your lips, barely giving you a chance to answer as he deepened the kiss. Just as you were relaxing into his embrace, he pulled his lips from yours. "You really mean it, Sugar?"

"I really mean it, Beer Boy."

He closed his eyes and ran one hand over his face, sighing deeply. But he still held you snug against him. Then he opened his eyes and gazed down at you. 

"I've been dreaming about this for ten years," he whispered, brown eyes soft. "I love you."

"I love you, too," you replied with a smile.

He nodded, and you ran your fingers along his mustache, making him smile. "You can send all your stuff here, Sugar." He kissed your fingers. "You should move in with me. Don't leave or look at more apartments. Stay here."

It felt right. You knew it did. Just like San Diego State felt like the place for you. "Okay. I'll stay."

He licked his lips and kissed your forehead twice, pulling you impossibly closer to him. "And be my girlfriend again?" he whispered against your hair.

You smiled and buried your face against the collar of his uniform shirt. "You were the best boyfriend I ever had. You can have the title again."

"I love you," he whispered, over and over until his lips found yours again. 

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It feels soooo good! But, only two more parts to this story! Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 9

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daddy/daughter spa day

stmf one shot #7.

now that harry has a tween daughter on his hands, he can't escape from the weekly spa and beauty rituals he is forced to undergo...

a/n: aww, a short but sweet one! i love sassy tween tilly. the missus deffo struggles with her but harry just finds the whole tween/teenager stage absolutely hilarious

warnings: fluff.

song: our song- taylor swift

"Daddy, stop moving!"

Tilly was sat across the table from Harry with a bottle of violet nail varnish in her hand, attempting to pin her dad's hand to the table.

Harry puckered out his lips slightly, imitating her.

"I'm not!" He threw his free hand up in response.

"You are! Can you just stay still for one minute," she accused, staring back at him. He sighed, deciding not to argue. Maybe, he thought, it was a mistake buying Tilly a new gel nail varnish set for her birthday. Although she wasn't yet a teenager, it didn't stop her from acting like one. As frustrating as you found it, Harry seemed to find the whole 'tween' stage very entertaining, but one of the downsides was Tilly forcing him to sit down and have his nails painted and eyebrows reshaped for the third time in a week.

The noise from you entering the room caused him to shuffle around on his chair, jogging Tilly who had moved onto painting his index finger.

"Daddy, you've done it again!" she shouted, eyebrows furrowed. You kissed him on the forehead whilst he exhaled slowly.

"Til's beauty salon open again?" You laughed.

"Mhhhmm," he sighed. "I don't think she's gong to want me back after this,"

He smooched you on the lips, laughing at Tilly scrunching her face up in disgust. "Daddy, that's gross,"

"When did you get so lippy, hmm?" he chuckled. "You only just turned eleven last week,"

He kissed you again, this time running his thumb across your cheek. Tilly stood up from the table.

"I'm not doing your nails again, Daddy," she moaned. "You've made me ruin them, look!"

She grabbed his hand and held it up to his face.

"See Daddy, they're rubbish, let me go and take them off, where's the remover,"

He examined them closely, before looking back at her. "No, you don't need to do that baby, I love them,"

"You're lying," she sighed.

"I wouldn't lie to you, baby," He explained. "And not everything has to be perfect, does it? I love them because you did them, and I love you, now come here,"

He pulled her into his chest before peppering her forehead with kisses.

"You know how much Daddy loves you, don't you?" he smiled. "Even now that you're getting moody and embarrassed of me,"

She puckered her lips out again. "M'not!"

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her forehead and laughed. "Okay, baby. Okay,"

[whowantslovergirl]

Feather

JJ Maybank x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: SELF RESPECT, JJ is kinda toxic in this, just Y/N being THAT BITCH, and my queen Sabrina Carpenter, ^this means start the song💋 hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

outer banks masterlist

Summary: Y/N is so happy now that JJ is out of her life

posted: February 5,2024

Y/n and JJ. JJ and Y/n. The perfect couple until JJ thought it was funny to sleep with other girls behind Y/n’s back. They broke up as soon as she found out.

After they broke up, she never realized how draining JJ was.

She feels so free. ^

Oh, it's like that, I'm your dream come true

When it's on a platter for you

Then you pull back when I try to make plans

More than two hours in advance, mm

Another plan that Y/n made that JJ canceled.

Three days before the actual plan.

She had her suspicions but she never acted on it.

______

“Hey Jay. Why’d you cancel on me? I was really excited to go out.”

“Just couldn’t make it baby. Never would have cancelled willingly.” He said through a fake smile.

That is such a lie.

I slam the door, I hit ignore

I'm saying, "No, no, no, no more"

I got you blocked

After this, an afterthought

“Get out! You fucking cheater!” Y/n found out about JJ’s girls. And now he’s saying that it didn’t mean anything and he loves her all that bullshit.

But Y/n is not buying it.

“Baby just hear me out.” She’s pushing him out the door and when he was finally out.

“No! We’re over!” She slammed the door and left him outside of her room. He didn’t even try to get her to open the door.

Y/n knew he never cared.

______

‘Hey it’s Y/n I don’t check my voicemails so just text me!’

He called you five times and they always go straight to voicemail. Then he texted you. Apologizing.

loml jj 🤍

Baby please (not delivered)

They didn’t mean anything to me (not delivered)

Fine be like that (not delivered)

You know I love you Y/n (not delivered)

She blocked him.

He threw his phone and ran his hands through his hair. They’re really over.

I finally cut you off

I feel so much lighter like a feather with you off my mind, ah

Floatin' through the memories like whatever

You're a waste of time, ah

It’s been two months since the infamous break up of Y/n and JJ.

People can tell that JJ is doing terrible and you’re doing absolutely amazing.

You’ve been partying, living your best life and you realized how much JJ was a burden. He would never let you drink this much or party in general for that matter.

God, you feel so much lighter than a feather with him off your mind.

Your signals are mixed, you act like a bitch

You fit every stereotype, "Send a pic"

I feel so much lighter like a feather with you out my life

With you out my life

When you guys were together, he sent you so many mixed signals. One time he’s happy and telling you he loves you and wants to marry you. Then five minutes later yelling at you saying he hates you.

And don’t forget about the begging for nudes.

**Flashback**

loml jj 🤍

come on bby, just one picture

**End of Flashback*

Ew, it makes you disgusted just thinking about it.

Like a feather, like a feather, like a feather, yeah

It feels so good not carin' where you are tonight

And it feels so good not pretendin' to like the wine you like

You’re in your bed watching to hot too handle, you hate it but it’s very interesting. It’s like 12am and you would usually be worrying where JJ is. But you’re not and you love that.

Drinking sprite instead of that nasty beer JJ liked. It feels so good.

You loveeee being single.

I slam the door (Slam the door), I hit ignore (Hit ignore)

I'm saying, "No, no, no, no more"

I got you blocked, excited to never talk, I

I'm so sorry for your loss

“Oh my god JJ! Get out!” JJ went up to your room through your window. Your window.

“You know you should really start locking that.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Get out!”

“No not until you talk to me Y/n.”

You just let him speak and he takes a deep breath.

“Yes I cheated but it didn’t mean anything baby. You know I love you and I just wasn’t in the right state of mind when it happened.”

You just roll your eyes. “That sounds like bullshit JJ. Nothing is a reliable excuse for what you did.”

Before he can speak you pushed him out of your house.

“I’m sorry for your loss JJ.” Then you slammed the door on him.

I feel so much lighter like a feather with you off my mind, ah

Floatin' through the memories like whatever

You're a waste of time, ah

Your signals are mixed, you act like a bitch (A bitch)

After JJ snuck in your room, you just stared at the ceiling wondering if what he was saying is true.

Wait why are you thinking about that? It’s over. He’s a cheater and you are having a great time where you’re at.

You fit every stereotype, "Send a pic"

I feel so much lighter like a feather with you out my life

With you out my life

He’s finally out of your life and you feel amazing. He’s a great guy don’t get me wrong, but he’s a cheater.

Whatever you feel amazing with him out of your life.

Like a feather, like a feather, like a feather

You want me? I'm done

You miss me? No duh

Where I'm at, I'm up where I'm at

“I want you baby. I didn’t mean it!”

“JJ I’m done!”

You want me? I'm done (I'm done)

You miss me? No duh (No duh)

Where I'm at, I'm up (I'm up) where I'm at

“You know I miss you Y/n.”

“Yeah who wouldn’t JJ?”

You want me? I'm done

(I feel so much lighter like a feather with you off my mind)

You miss me? No duh

Where I'm at, I'm up where I'm at

“JJ you can’t help your case. I’m finally happy. I feel like a weight just came off my shoulders. Please leave me alone.”

(Like a feather, like a feather, like a feather)

You want me? I'm done

(I feel so much lighter like a feather with you off my mind)

You miss me? No duh

Where I'm at, I'm up where I'm at

After you told JJ to leave you alone, he finally left you alone. You can’t believe it only took three words. You do feel a little bad but whatever it’s his loss.

(Like a feather, like a feather, like a feather, yeah)

An: SABRINA CARPENTER MENTIONED RAHHHHH but hope yall enjoyed my lovers 🤍🤍 and don’t mind the mistakes they’re gonna be fixed

[rozywithapen]

KNEESOCKS. (pt.1) - the one with yosano's kneesocks. chuusano oneshot!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ POV: yosano in latex onesuit, yosano is basically a spy lol

" there's no way. "

this was ridiculous. yosano was currently at debate with the director, who had requested for her to go to a, mind you, solo mission to gather information from the port mafia.

that's right. the port mafia.

" if we go altogether, we'll start a battle. and you said by yourself you talked with this man. if we trick him into believing you're by his side, we could gather information for what mori has been to; and we all know he's been suspicious lately. "

" why me ?! "

" he won't listen to atsushi, he will fight dazai to death, or lush out on ranpo from anger. "

" but i really don't — "

" naomi made you a custom outfit. "

" i'm listening. "

and that's how we ended up here; with the doctor in a slick, black latex onesuit, strutting her way to the mafia's building as high heels were clicking with every step. to say she looked gorgeous would be an understatement — she was absolutely stunning, and hot. very, very hot.

the plan was to get any sort of evidence that mori was forming an allience against the agency. if that didn't work out chuuya was guarding the building, yosano would start chatting him up about not wanting to work in the agency, in an attempt to gain his trust. simple as that, wasn't it?

practically laying on thin air in the equipment that's been given to her, she thinks this might not have been a bad idea after all; she's having fun, she was trusted enough and .. she gets to see the man she's been .. thinking about.

well, sort of, at least .. it would be a lie to say she hadn't been talking about him these last days .. after their last ecounter when she had threatened him by slashing his throat, yosano hadn't stopped thinking about the so very attractive executive from the port mafia; his moves, his voice, those charming eyes ... the little sharp teeth that show when he's smirking oh so tauntingly ...

STOP! you were sent here for a reason, dammit!

shaking her own head ( while still being very much in the air ) helped her come back to reality; all this is nice, but she truly does have to enter the building at some point.

everyone else had left at that time .. it'd just be him and her. well, if dazai's information is so correct, of course .. by his words, no one is as much of a workacholic as nakahara himself. not even that disgusting rag, mori.

no no, chuuya had dedicated his life at the mafia

the chances of him being there were practically not that high, but never zero.

with a swift motion of her sharp knife, a small circle is formed on the glass. removing that piece from the window and carefully getting her hand in, she quickly found a way to hope inside; how very typical.

akiko could hear dazai's words like a tape in her mind. there will be all sorts of traps. whatever you may think can be just some regular piece of furniture, could turn out to be an alarm. and their people will be sent your way. you have to be extremely careful, yosano - sensei.

and that, she was. her moves representing those of a cat's, avoiding any lasers or traps sent her way - she can't believe she's thanking naomi mentally for not letting her wear her usual skirt; it would've been a problem now or later.

document to document, paper to paper .. nothing that could be used to the agency's advantage; ugh .. maybe this was a waste of time, after all?

" there's nothing here. " she spoke into the small microphone that had been given to her. a sigh could be heard on the other end. " yosano - sensei ! you should definitely check his office ! there's no way chuuya doesn't keep anything in there. " a sigh. she really has to, doesn't she?

now, don't get her wrong, it's not that she didn't want to complete her task. but going to chuuya's office .. was a lot!

.. but was it ? it was just another section of the building .... did her hair look okay?

" copy that. " few last moments and she was inside said executive's office, successfully picking the lock. for a moment, this seemed too easy ... almost suspiciously easy. but whatever, she'll get those stupid files and get out of there. right?

" about time you showed up, sweetheart. "

[theloveoffootball10]

sᴛɪᴄᴋᴡɪᴛᴜ : ғ ɪ ғ ᴛ ᴇ ᴇ ɴ

s e r i e s m a s t e r l i s t / c o m p l e t e m a s t e r l i s t

ғ ɪ ғ ᴛ ᴇ ᴇ ɴ

"I think I'm dying" waking up in Lando's arms I don't even want to open my eyes. I can feel the wine hangover already and I haven't even moved.

"I thought I'd seen you drunk before but that was next level" feeling Lando wrap his arms around me I think I could stay here forever "your karaoke was something else. Seeing you up on that kitchen island with your mum I know where you get it from"

"I'm my mother's daughter there's no denying that" half opening my eyes I squint to look at Lando "why do you look fit when you're hungover. I don't even need to look to know I look homeless"

"You don't look homeless, you're beautiful Lucía"

"Don't lie to me Norris" I say with a laugh "did you notice Liv and Max spent most of last night together?"

"Yeah I noticed. I don't think it's for us to get involved though. He hasn't mentioned Becca and she'd normally come to a race weekend with him if they were together. I think if Liv knows, there's nothing we can do to stop them" I sigh knowing Lando is right but the last thing I want is for Liv to get hurt. "More importantly I can't wait to spend tomorrow with you"

"I'm excited to see what you have planned" I can't lie since Lando asked me out I've looked forward to tomorrow, even more so when he said he wants me to himself all day.

"You'll find out tomorrow. I can't give you any hints or it'll give everything away" letting out a groan I realise Lando is going to make me go into this date completely clueless "don't worry I'm not taking you fishing"

"I wish I didn't tell you about that now. That day was absolute hell for me and I'd like to forget it" I say with a laugh knowing Lando could take me to McDonald's and it would be better than that date.

"I'm going to remind you of it all of the time so you realise how good dates with me are"

"There won't be a second date if you keep bringing that up" curling up against Lando I fully snuggle up to him "I need to go back to sleep I'm broken"

Waking up a few hours later I feel slightly more human. The hangover hasn't gone but it's at a point now where I can deal with it. Deciding I need to find food I pull on Lando's t-shirt from last night and clean underwear. I have no intentions of getting ready today.

"Come on I'm going to feed us" I say to Lando realising the villa sounds quiet. Making our way to the kitchen I grab a pot noodle and packet of super noodles from the cupboard. "Take your pick, chicken and mushroom pot noodle or chicken super noodles?"

"Are you serious right now babe? I'm a high performing athlete I don't eat that kind of thing" raising my eyebrows I give Lando a knowing look "super noodles please"

"That's what I thought" I say with a laugh as I busy myself making the instant noodles "do you want bread?"

"Bread? With noodles? Lucía are you okay?" Seeing the disgusted look on Lando's face I burst out laughing and grab the bread from the cupboard.

"You, posh boy have never lived. Nothing beats a pot noodle or super noodle sandwich when you're hungover. Me and mum might live in Cheshire now but I'm still the same girl who lived on a Manchester council estate who brings noodles on holiday with her"

"You brought them with you?"

"I certainly did, have you seen the price of a pot noodle in the states? No chicken and mushroom pot noodle is worth 5 dollars" 

"You never fail to surprise me. When did you move to Cheshire?" Lando asks grabbing us both a can of full fat coke from the fridge.

"When I was about 17. The option was always there for us to live wherever we wanted to but my mum wanted to stay around the people she grew up with and what she knew. She didn't want to move somewhere just for the sake of it because she had the money there to do it to end up surrounded by strangers and snobs. I went to the same school as her and everything. That was how me and Liv grew up together" I explain to Lando as I put the super noodles and buttered bread in front of him.

"I can imagine you two, little kids terrorising the streets of Manchester from the minute you could walk"

"Yeah it went something like that" sitting in a comfortable silence with Lando as we eat, I can only imagine how this would feel if it was a daily occurrence.

"Okay I'll give it to you, a super noodle sandwich is good. Not my usual breakfast but edible"

"I can take edible I suppose. So seen as we're the only ones alive what do you say to a quick shower and chilling by the pool for the day?"

"Are you asking me to shower with you Lucía Alonso?" Lando asks with a smirk on his face and I can't deny him what he wants.

"I suppose I am Lando Norris" grabbing Lando's hand I pull him back to my bedroom with me.

I spend the full day with Lando, we don't see much of anyone else because of their hangovers but it leaves me feeling like it's just the two of us on this holiday. I feel like I'm getting to know him more and more but on a more personal level, not just as two people who had a one night stand that escalated. After a few hours we drag out a goodbye as Lando leaves, explaining that he needs to make sure everything is ready and perfect for tomorrow. I still have no idea what he has planned but the excitement feels like Christmas Eve as a kid.

Waking up the next day I have all of the girls in my room helping me get ready. The only hint I have is a text from Lando telling me I don't have to get dressed up and causal will do. I couldn't even try to guess where he's taking me.

"Look at our little Lucía all dressed up ready to go on her last ever first date" Kelly says as she does my hair, it pays to have a hairdresser on hand.

"That might be a bit premature Kel"

"Bullshit. We've all seen the way he looks at you. He's head over heels in love with you. I'd put money on him marrying you ain't that right Donna"

"Absolutely. Men don't look at women the Lando looks at you. I don't think I've ever had a man look at me the way he does you in my whole 42 years" Donna adds and I wonder if their years of experience is making them see things in a different way.

"The best thing you can do Lucía is give him a chance. Don't shut down like you normally do" Liv adds handing me a bikini "wear this you might need it"

"Do you know where I'm going!?" I ask turning to look at Liv.

"I have an idea. Max mentioned something and it got me thinking. If I'm wrong I'll hold my hands up but please wear this then you can put a dress or whatever you want to wear on top of it" deciding I have no choice to believe Liv I walk into the the bathroom to change. My hair is down and I've left it naturally straight and my make up isn't too glam tying it all together with the bikini. I throw a coverup into my bag and find a dress I can wear over the bikini.

"You look perfect kid" my mum says handing me a pair of white flat sandals to complete my outfit "he's a lucky boy. Come on he's here and your dad is probably giving him grief if he's realised"

Picking my phone up I throw it in my bag with everything I think I'll need for this date. All of a sudden the nerves hit and I don't know why. I've spent so much time with Lando lately I have no reason to be nervous but this makes things feel a bit more serious than it was. I never thought meeting him in a car park at Silverstone would lead to me going on a date in Miami with him.

"Lucía you look beautiful" Lando whispers kissing my cheek and I feel the blush rising on my cheeks. This man does things to me no man has ever done "are you ready to go?"

"Thank you. You look good Lando" looking Lando up and down I realise he's in black shorts and polo top, with white trainers and a backwards cap over his curls, he's not dressed up and I realise my outfit compliments his perfectly "lets go, don't wait up everyone" I say as I leave the villa with Lando knowing I'm not in a hurry to return.

"Have you got any idea where I'm taking you?" Lando asks as he begins driving the same McLaren I was driving for him just a couple of days ago.

"I have no idea. I don't think I've known anyone keep a secret so well. Should I be worried Norris?"

"You have nothing to worry about at all. You're going to have the best date you've ever been taken on it'll blow everyone else out of the water" the smirk on Lando's face tells me he's thinking he's completely nailed this date.

"I hope you're not all talk or I'll be highly disappointed"

"I don't think you're going to be disappointed Lucía" Lando says as he bring the car to a stop. I've been so focused on him I didn't even realise we're at a marina.

"Are we going on a boat?" I ask in complete shock that Lando has planned this.

"We are. I thought what better way to get complete privacy from prying eyes of fans and paparazzi than being on a boat in the ocean" as we get out of the car my heart swells with happiness.

"You've put so much thought into this haven't you?" Taking Lando's hand in mine I follow him as he leads me to a super yacht. "This is already one of the best days of my life. This isn't just a boat Lando its a fricking super yacht"

"You deserve it Lucía. If I'm taking you out I want to do it properly. I'm not going into this half hearted"

"I can tell. I appreciate this so much. Okay it's more extravagant than what I'm used to but for me it's about the effort and thought you've put into this. Thank you" wrapping my arms around Lando's neck I close the gap between us pressing my lips against his.

"You're worth it" we spend the next few minutes being introduced to our captain and steward who will be looking after us while we're on the yacht and I'm honestly too stunned to speak when I hear of everything available on the yacht.

"Lando I genuinely can't believe you have planned this. I thought we'd go for tea together later and chill by a pool. You've just upped my standards when it comes to dates"

"As long as I'm only competing with myself I don't mind. Are you hungry? We can have lunch in the sun then when we're further out to sea we can have jet ski races" I don't know how long we're on this yacht for but I want to make the most of every second. From the jet skis and water slides to the hot tub and the amazing food I want to experience it all.

"You can tell you're a racing driver. The first thought of anything is to race the jet skis but you're on Norris" taking a cocktail from the tray our steward left us I clink my glass against Lando's "cheers to us having a good date"

"Cheers to us" Lando says as his jaw drops watching me take off my dress revealing the bikini I have underneath "fuck Lucía you're so fricking beautiful"

"Photos last longer you know Norris" I say biting my lip as Lando can't take his eyes off me and to my surprise he does actually take a photo.

"Do you mind if I post a photo on my instagram? I know we haven't spoken about anything being public but I don't want people to send you hate"

"Lando after Tomorrowland so many people have been guessing about us then after the paddock the other days there's been so many rumours as to if there is an us. Post the photo I don't mind, I have thick skin. You just have to let me pick the filter" I say with a laugh resting my head on Lando's shoulder watching as he posts a story to his instagram.

"You just said if there is an us. As far as I'm concerned there's an us. I know it's happened quickly but for me there's no one but you. All of that cliche stuff people say I didn't believe it but now I've met you, I see that stuff happening with you" I listen to everything Lando says willing myself not to cry, he's incredible "when I've had a bad day or a bad race you know how to make it better. After Silverstone, after Hungary you were there and you knew what to say. After Miami you were the first person I wanted to celebrate with"

"Lando you're amazing. I want to be there for all of these moments. I want to be there for you. When you hurt it hurts me. When I see you smiling it instantly makes me feel better. I don't know why it happened the way it did but you came into my life completely unexpected and it's been one of the best things to happen to me" despite this being our first official date I don't feel like I need to spend time getting to know the basics about him. We've talked so much about everything in our lives, now I'm here this just feels like a perfect opportunity for us to have alone time.

"Did we just have a heart to heart and kind of become official?" Lando asks a smirk plastered across his face.

"I don't know did we?"

"Lucía it might already feel like it but will you make this official and be my girlfriend?" Lando asks with a slight shyness about him.

"I'd love to be your girlfriend Lando" leaning over I kiss Lando gently. We're still the same people and we haven't changed but yet it feels like everything has changed.

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f1gossip Lando Norris shares a photo of rumoured girlfriend Lucía Alonso to his instagram story as the pair enjoy a Miami break following his first formula one win.

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user62 these two getting together wasn't on my bingo card for 2024!

↪️ user17 I know right! It must be serious if he's posting her

user92 I wonder what her dad thinks of this.

↪️ user73 they're both adults what's her dad going to do about it?

user35 she's such a gold digger she's probably only with Lando for his money and lifestyle

↪️ user26 are you serious? She's Alonso's daughter her trust fund is probably worth more than what Lando is.

[blackjack-15]

the way nat is treated is sooo sad and predictable. she doesn't always (present day) handle things well, but...with an upbringing like this? and good on her for pouring the liquor down the drain and bringing paper towels

"oh you're gonna make sprite?" "yeah, i'm gonna make sprite" that's carmy in a nutshell. push on a wall, it becomes a bridge.

"holding everything in and then letting it out inappropriately" you've reduced the bear to its most basic components!

he made sprite! something from nearly nothing, that's carmy. and no one even thanks him to his face. he didn't have to do it, he was doing 6 other things at once, and he still made sprite for someone who was having a hard time

also richie's ex wife reminds me strongly of mrs. berzatto. just saying.

"why isn't someone listening to me?" "i'm listening" "WHY IS NO ONE LISTENING TO ME" and this is mrs berzatto at a 4/5? we're gonna see her at a 6+ before long

i hate to armchair-diagnose, but there's pretty obviously a personality disorder present here in the Matriarch of the Berzatto clan. histrionic personality disorder is my immediate thought, but could be something else.

"no one's f//kin with you why would you think that?" gee i wonder.

"we ran into the love of your life" "i don't have a love of my life" 1) they're 100% talking about claire 2) carmy baby. you're so right you don't yet.

wow i hate mikey/richie right now. but! this adds a whole new dimension to carmy re: claire! because claire is tied to mikey, to what mikey 'wanted' for carmy, and that makes this whole thing come full circle, doesn't it?

"what did you do. what did you do." maybe christmas in copenhagen would have been a good idea.

carmy's absolute distaste for this whole 'conversation' (the glasses came off? the body is banging? really guys? you're being disgusting) is beautiful. carmy's got many, many vices and makes a lot of mistakes, but this is Not something he puts up with

"i don't understand why you would do this. why are you like this" oh carmy honey.

"i'm not in love with her, that's what i'm saying, where did you guys get that?"

THERE IT IS.

there's the reason for showing how carmy reacts when someone wants something from him, why the awful phone conversation with claire has her making him go from not wanting to give his number to saying "i want you to have my number". we have to see how carmy goes from saying no -- the truth -- to saying yes -- a lie -- after pressure is put on him. because this is where it starts.

claire represents what others want for carmy. normalcy, a chance -- his "only" chance -- to be with someone deemed societally Valuable. to not be an "other", to fit in, to have something "Good" that everyone thinks is good. carmy/claire is nauseating, but it's supposed to be. people spend so much time on screen telling us how Good claire is, when the show itself doesn't back it up. she's a figure of myth, a representation of the expectations others set on carmy and that he bows to, not a character. full stop.

and wow this is legitimately hard to watch. carmy attempts to set boundary, boundary is ignored. rinse, repeat.

they think carmy's in love with her -- this is a man in his, what, late 20s at this point? -- because he used to draw her in high school? the tenuous is getting more tenuous my Gosh.

"carm. this is a good thing." oh and no it really really isn't.

okay nice moment here for richie. does he think carmy is weird? yeah. does he still kinda brag about his sprite-making abilities? yeah

okay, ex wife is the worst. the boy makes you sprite b/c you don't feel good and there's none in the house and you ask why they'd 'punish' a nice girl like claire by hooking carmy up with her?

richie is adorable with his daughter and despite everything going wrong in his life (both his fault and not) is a really good dad ("do you think that she'll like us?" is such a soft question). i am really, really glad he's divorced. i want him to find happiness -- i don't know what that would look like for him just yet, but.

"we just have to not be like our parents" the other distillation of the bear!

richie trying to get a better job for his kid is really sweet. mikey telling the bill murray story in the background? hilarious

we're further breaking down the Mythos of Mikey -- he's introduced as a perfect, tragic figure, and we've spent a season and a half showing his foibles...which are Many.

[peachymilkandcream]

Written In Blood|Part 8|Modern Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: Remember ladies, don't let the Levi's of the world get you, come together and kick them in the balls :) Enjoy and comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: noncon/dubcon, graphic descriptions of violence, domestic violence, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere behaviour/themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, wishing rape upon someone, misogyny, mentions of child abuse, etc.

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Within the hour Levi had a phone call from Evelyn to quickly come back to her apartment. He had expected her to call him in the morning but never expected it to be this soon. Things must have gone hostile quicker than he thought.

Upon entering the apartment he came onto the scene of the two women screaming and throwing things at each other. Petra clearly on the offence while Evelyn tried to talk her down as calmly as possible.

"He was going to be with me! Can't you let me have anything for once in my life without you spoiling it!? You have everything handed to you and that's still not enough so you lie and steal from me! What had I ever done to you!?"

"He was never going to be with you Petra! He told me! And we're just friends, how is my friendships ruining it for you!?"

"He told me it was you, you were the cause, if you hadn't seduced him like the witch you are he would be with me right now! You're just pent up because you won't let any guy fuck that attitude out of you!"

"How dare you-"

"Oh yeah, I went there- no one is as self-righteous as you are! 'Oh look at me I'm saving myself-' give me a break! You think your better than me!? I hope you get jumped in a dark alley and someone will straighten out that attitude of yours!"

Evelyn is taken aback for a moment. "How could you even say that!? That's horrible!"

"And I meant every word! I don't care! I'm sick and tired of living in your shadow, for once I had a shot at the life you had, the happiness, the comfort, someone who cared about me, and you stole it just to be selfish!"

Before Evelyn could respond Levi steps in between them. "Ladies ladies calm down, take a deep breath."

Petra stares in disbelief. "You called him!? What, to rub it in my face!? You already have a boyfriend and now you're using someone else to fight your battles too?! Someone I cared about and you know I cared about! You are the most vile, disgusting person I've ever met in my life Evelyn, and I'm done with you. But this isn't over."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Absolutely."

Petra storms off, leaving Evelyn to shake and nearly faint she was so worked up.

Levi takes her in his arms and sits her down. "There, relax. It's over now, everything will be alright."

She bursts into tears. "I just lost my best friend, all because she wouldn't listen to me, it's my fault, I should've tried harder to tell her that you weren't interested so she didn't have to be led on-"

"It's not your fault, you did what you had to and she still wouldn't listen, I wouldn't say that's on you. If Petra was really this upset about you having a friend then she wasn't your friend in the first place. Move on."

"How can I? She's going to try and ruin me, I know it-"

"I won't let her, I'll make sure that no matter what you can still do what you love, your writing." He leans in for another kiss but she shakes her head.

"I can't, I already feel horrible enough that I kissed you when I'm still with someone else. It was a mistake based on emotions, I can't consciously do it again. I already have to beg for forgiveness from the last time."

"Why? Why don't you just rid yourself of someone who treats you so horribly?"

"He doesn't, we have arguments but he always has treated me well, and I don't want to lose him."

Levi sighs, frustrated that he couldn't kill two birds with one stone, but that would come later. In time he'd get what he wanted.

"Alright Evelyn, I'll respect you wishes, I just hope in the end everything works out for you."

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Petra did exactly as Levi hoped, by the end of the week there was a video across social media sharing the "truth" behind Evelyn Glass. A tale of lies, deceit and stealing men while in a relationship. The whole internet was in an uproar, calling for accountability and for Evelyn to own up and not hide behind a keyboard.

Levi had advised her to let it rest for a while and compile her thoughts, him saying it would be best for her to think about what she wanted to say first before publishing it. In truth, he knew it would just make it worse, but he wanted it to get to the point of no return so he could step in and be the saviour. To rescue her from this fate and burying all his loose ends all at the same time.

It was all going according to plan.

There was just one more thing that needed to happen in order to put everything into place.

Petra had kept Levi's name out of the equation, she wanted to protect him at all costs even still since he believed she thought that with Evelyn out of the way he'd come back to her. In fact her fueled it by "accidentally" sending suggestive texts and pictures to her and claiming it was for someone else. He wanted her to keep his name clean so that the rest could work out as he intended. Petra had no idea but little by little we was building a counter attack and case against her and the next problem that was about to arise.

The problem that caused Evelyn to phone him a few days later.

"Levi? Do you- have some time to come over and talk? I could really use some advice right now-"

"Of course, what's going on?"

"This whole- Petra thing, my boyfriend saw it, and he thinks I cheated and just broke up with me- I think he's going to post something about it too. I'm just, I'm really scared and I don't know what to do-"

Levi smiled as wide as he could. "I'm on my way."

[agirlhasnonamehotd]

This little story popped into my head in the middle of the day - New Years on the Prometheus.

As always, let me know what you think!

It's New Years Eve. Three hours until midnight.

The mess hall of the Prometheus has sparse remnants of Christmas- the tree, some mistletoe, and wads of discarded wrapping paper forgotten in the corners.

Janek is stringing the chairs and light fixtures with tinsel and streamers- supplies he deemed absolutely necessary when embarking on the mission.

Vickers walks in and her eyes roll instinctively.

“Janek, what the hell is this?” She asks distastefully.

“It's New Years Eve,” he replies, “and we're gonna bring it in right.”

“It looks like a preschooler decorated,” she mutters.

Janek winks in her direction.

“Vickers, if you're feeling ‘uptight’ again… I can fix that at midnight.”

Vickers sighs in disgust, but Janek takes note that she didn't say no.

Slowly, as they finish their evening duties, crew members appear in the hall, finding their scribbled names on place cards made from paper scraps.

Charlie notices almost immediately that Shaw is not sitting with him. In fact, Janek has put her all the way across the table.

Next to their overly large guest.

It's going to be a long night.

When Shaw arrives Janek puts a ridiculous party hat on her head - where in the hell did he stow these away?! - and escorts her to the table.

“Right here Lizzy-loo, next to the Big Fella,” he says.

The Engineer looks down at Shaw as she settles in her seat. She returns the gaze.

“Do you know what we're celebrating?” She asks him.

He shakes his head and Shaw takes it as permission to embark on a brief lesson on the drunken foolishness that is New Years Eve.

Across the table, Charlie cranes his neck and tries to listen. His attention is swayed when David sits beside him.

“Well, Dr. Holloway, I see that Dr. Shaw is enjoying her comp-”

“David,” warns Charlie, “Do. Not. Start.”

But the night is young and it's not just David that’s warming up for an interesting evening.

A traditional meal, courtesy of Janek, is shared with the table. The conversation is jovial, the drinks are flowing, and the crew is beginning to relax.

Perhaps a little too much.

Two hours until midnight.

After dessert, a stack of cards is produced. They crew makes it through two games on account of David cheating.

“You electronic fuck,” slurs a tipsy Charlie, “you're counting cards and using probability.”

“Oh? So I am,” David confesses, rather amused.

“David, can you for once wipe that dickish smile off your face?!” Vickers exclaims.

David’s expression changes on command.

“Maybe it's time for a drinking game,” Janek suggests, “ Everyone in? Shaw? Yo, Shaw?”

Charlie follows Janek’s gaze. Shaw is leaned over the cards, quietly explaining something to the White Nightmare. When she reaches out for a card, his hand collides with hers. A bubbly, giddy giggle escapes her lips.

And then.

Then that fucker looks up at Charlie with an expression so smug it would impress even David.

“Shaw!”

It's as if Shaw is coming out of a trance.

“Huh?”

Janek chuckles.

“Drinking game,” he says once again, “you in? What about big fella?”

Shaw nods and looks up at the Engineer, who also nods with some degree of confusion.

“It's okay,” Shaw says softly, touching his arm, “I'll help you play.”

Charlie knocks back the rest of his beer with a growl.

One hour until midnight.

The shot glasses are out, the liquor is ready, and the game is afoot. Janek pours the shots and passes them around. When everyone is equipped with a drink, Janek gets their attention.

“What are we playing? Vickers?”

“How about two truths and a lie? Losers drink?” She suggests.

And so it begins.

Janek is the first to go, followed by Vickers.

David insists on a turn, too.

“Okay, right,” he repeats himself, “I am made to look like Weyland, I enjoy drinking… and , uh, I think the Engineer is flirting with Doctor Shaw.”

Charlie scoffs. “David, you two-legged toaster, that's not- wait, what?”

All eyes turn back on Shaw and the Engineer, sitting closer than they were before. Shaw is reasonably tipsy, and whatever he is saying as he plays with her hair is making her cheeks grow even redder.

“I'm guessing the lie is the drinking bit,” Vickers mumbles, rather amused.

Thirty minutes to go.

It's finally Shaw’s turn. With more shots in her than she's likely had in her life, she sways in her seat. The Engineer puts an arm around her back.

“Oh, ooooh,” she coos, “you're so warm and strong…”

“Lizzy-loo,” Janek calls out, “Concentrate now and give us your two truths and a lie.”

Shaw goes cross-eyed for a moment, deep in thought.

“Okay… okay… got it!” She exclaims, “I'm a scientist, I’m not an orphan, and I'm VERY attracted to someone in this room.”

Charlie’s head perks up. He's a ‘someone’, alright. Surely, she meant him.

“Well, Shaw, ” he says, nodding in her direction, “I'm right here at midnight!”

Shaw looks at him, bewildered.

“Janek, what if a person misinterprets one of the truths? Is that grounds to drink?” Davis asks.

Janek mulls it over for a moment.

“Yep,” he answers, “drink Holloway.”

“Oh, God dammit,” Charlie mutters as he downs the shot.

“I guess we're just about done, then,” Vickers

“Hold on, hold on… our guest should have a chance, too,” Janek interjects.

“Is his English even good enough for this?!” Charlie asks in a superior tone.

“I can translate if needed,” David offers, and sets to work explaining to the the Engineer. He nods At David.

When the Engineer has the jist of it, Charlie doesn't miss the wink he bestows upon Shaw. Where in the fuck did he learn that?!

With some effort and pausing, he is able to successfully play.

“I am 10,000 years old, I wear a biosuit that is like skin, and I like one human here.”

“The lie! I know the lie!” Charlie declares, “It's the last one.”

“No, Doctor Holloway, the lies is his age- he's off by a few thousand years, and I think you’ll find that he’s definitely partial to Dr. Shaw.”

“Fuck sake,” Charlie mutters as he downs another shot.

Five minutes left

The game ends, and Janek projects an old NYE Times Square celebration onto the wall. He notices Vickers sidle up next to him and mouth the words, “My room at ten past.”

Janek grins. He knew she couldn't resist him.

Charlie hasn't moved from the table. David remains by his side out of sympathy- something he can't feel, but sure does understand. Their eyes are fixed on Shaw and the Big Guy, who is doubled over so that she can place a party hat on his bald head. He catches her hand in his for a moment, and they can see Shaw turn her little puppy eyes on him.

“How the hell does he have so much finesse?” Charlie asks through a drunken hiccup.

David pushes another bottle in his direction, which Charlie accepts without thought.

“It's innate or he learns quick I would venture to guess. I cannot say I blame him with such a lovely object of-”

“Don't you need to go plug yourself in somewhere?” Charlie interrupts.

“Hey! Here we go! One minute countdown!”

Janek motions for everyone to draw closer to the projection. David eagerly moves and Charlie saunters after him. Last to join is Shaw and the Engineer, standing uncomfortably close and whispering to one another.

“David, what's she saying to him?” Charlie is frantic in his curiosity.

“I believe Dr. Shaw is explaining the midnight tradition-”

TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN-

The boisterous voices of the crew fill the air-

-SIX, FIVE, FOUR-

Is Shaw holding the Big Guy’s hand?!

THREE, TWO, ONE -HAPPY NEW YEAR!

“Auld Lang Syne” plays over the recording and Times Square is papered with streamers. All at once the inhabitants of the celebration kiss one another, and the crew of the Prometheus follow suit. Vickers and Janek share a sloppy kiss and hug, but Charlie barely notices.

The Engineer lifts Shaw off the ground and plants a kiss on her that renders her as limp as a rag doll.

Not for long though. When she recovers, Shaw’s arms wrap around his neck and her little legs desperately grasp at his rib cage.

They only stop when they realize everyone is staring. A tinge of pink colors his cheeks.

“Perhaps we should take this somewhere more… private,” she murmurs to him. The Engineer nods and, with mischief on his mind, hauls Shaw over his shoulder. On their way out, he shoots a triumphant look back at Charlie as he administers a resounding smack to Shaw’s ass.

“I do think they’ll be bringing in New Years with a bang all right,” David muses, rather pleased with has innuendo.

“Fuck off, David.”

“Happy New Year to you, too, Charlie.”