#should i email and say i'm sorry i have so idea how that happened i will definitely see you tomorrow?

[pinktinselmonstrosity]

HELP I JUST REALISED WHEN I EMAILED CONFIRMATION ABT MY JOB INTERVIEW TOMORROW I SAID THE WRONG DATE

I REPLIED TO THE EMAIL SAYING "10AM ON 2ND APRIL" WITH "GREAT! SEE YOU ON 8TH MARCH" HOW DID I DO THAT!!!! WHY DID I DO THAT!!!!!!!!!!!

[autismserenity]

know someone who enjoys horror stories? share this one! it's true!

hahahahahahahahahaha aarrggghhhhhhhhhh 3,000,000 deaths due to COVID-19 last year. Globally. Three million. Case rates higher than 90% of the rest of the pandemic. The reason people are still worried about COVID is because it has a way of quietly fucking up your body. And the risk is cumulative.

I'm going to say that again: the risk is cumulative.

It's not just that a lot of people get bad long-term effects from it. One in seven or so? Enough that it's kind of the Russian Roulette of diseases. It's also that the more times you get it, the higher that risk becomes. Like if each time you survived Russian Roulette, the empty chamber was removed from the gun entirely. The worst part is that, psychologically, we have the absolute opposite reaction. If we survive something with no ill effects, we assume it's pretty safe. It is really, really hard to override that sense of, "Ok, well, I got it and now I probably have a lot of immunity and also it wasn't that bad." It is not a respiratory disease. Airborne, yes. Respiratory disease, no: not a cold, not a flu, not RSV.

Like measles (or maybe chickenpox?), it starts with respiratory symptoms. And then it moves to other parts of your body. It seems to target the lungs, the digestive system, the heart, and the brain the most.

It also hits the immune system really hard - a lot of people are suddenly more susceptible to completely unrelated viruses. People get brain fog, migraines, forget things they used to know.

(I really, really hate that it can cross the blood-brain barrier. NOTHING SHOULD EVER CROSS THE BLOOD-BRAIN BARRIER IT IS THERE FOR A REASON.) Anecdotal examples of this shit are horrifying. I've seen people talk about coworkers who've had COVID five or more times, and now their work... just often doesn't make sense? They send emails that say things like, "Sorry, I didn't mean Los Angeles, I meant Los Angeles."

Or they insist they've never heard of some project that they were actually in charge of a year or two before.

Or their work is just kind of falling apart, and they don't seem to be aware of it.

People talk about how they don't want to get the person in trouble, so their team just works around it. Or they describe neighbors and relatives who had COVID repeatedly, were nearly hospitalized, talked about how incredibly sick they felt at the time... and now swear they've only had it once and it wasn't bad, they barely even noticed it.

(As someone who lived with severe dissociation for most of my life, this is a genuinely terrifying idea to me. I've already spent my whole life being like, "but what if I told them that already? but what if I did do that? what if that did happen to me and I just don't remember?") One of its known effects in the brain is to increase impulsivity and risk-taking, which is real fucking convenient honestly. What a fantastic fucking mutation. So happy for it on that one. Yes, please make it seem less important to wear a mask and get vaccinated. I'm not screaming internally at all now.

I saw a tweet from someone last year whose family hadn't had COVID yet, who were still masking in public, including school.

She said that her son was no kind of an athlete. Solidly bottom middle of the pack in gym.

And suddenly, this year, he was absolutely blowing past all the other kids who had to run the mile. He wasn't running any faster. His times weren't fantastic or anything. It's just that the rest of the kids were worse than him now. For some reason. I think about that a lot. (Like my incredibly active six-year-old getting a cold, and suddenly developing post-viral asthma that looked like pneumonia.

He went back to school the day before yesterday, after being home for a month and using preventative inhalers for almost week.

He told me that it was GREAT - except that he couldn't run as much at recess, because he immediately got really tired. Like how I went outside with him to do some yard work and felt like my body couldn't figure out how to increase breathing and heart rate.

I wasn't physically out of breath, but I felt like I was out of breath. That COVID feeling people describe, of "I'm not getting enough air." Except that I didn't have that problem when I had COVID.) Some people don't observe any long (or medium) term side effects after they have it.

But researchers have found viral reservoirs of COVID-19 in everyone they've studied who had it.

It just seems to hang out, dormant, for... well, longer than we've had an opportunity to observe it, so far.

(I definitely watched that literal horror movie. I think that's an entire genre. The alien dormant under ice in the Arctic.)

(oh hey I don't like that either!!!!!!!!!) All of which is to explain why we should still care about avoiding it, and how it manages to still cause excess deaths. Measuring excess deaths has been a standard tool in public health for a long time.

We know how many people usually die from all different causes, every year. So we can tell if, for example, deaths from heart disease have gone way up in the past three years, and look for reasons. Those are excess deaths: deaths that, four years ago, would not have happened. During the pandemic, excess death rates have been a really important tool. For all sorts of reasons. Like, sometimes people die from COVID without ever getting tested, and the official cause is listed as something else because nobody knows they had COVID. But also, people are dying from cardiovascular illness much younger now.

People are having strokes and heart attacks younger, and more often, than they did before the pandemic started. COVID causes a lot of problems. And some of those problems kill people. And some of them make it easier for other things to kill us. Lung damage from COVID leading to lungs collapsing, or to pneumonia, or to a pulmonary embolism, for example. The Economist built a machine-learning model with a 95% confidence interval that gauges excess death statistics around the world, to tell them what the true toll of the ongoing COVID pandemic has been so far.

Total excess deaths globally in 2023: Three million.

3,000,000.

Official COVID-19 deaths globally so far: Seven million. 7,000,000. Total excess deaths during COVID so far: Thirty-five point two million. 35,200,000.

Five times as many.

That's bad. I don't like that at all. I'm glad last year was less than a tenth of that. I'm not particularly confident about that continuing, though, because last year we started a period of really high COVID transmission. Case rates higher than 90% of the rest of the pandemic. Here's their data, and charts you can play with, and links to detailed information on how they did all of this:

Here's a non-paywalled link to it:

https://archive.vn/2024.01.26-012536/https://www.economist.com/graphic-detail/coronavirus-excess-deaths-estimates

Oh: here's a link to where you can buy comfy, effective N95 masks in all sizes:

Those ones are about a buck each after shipping - about $30 for a box of 30. They also have sample packs for a dollar, so you can try a couple of different sizes and styles.

You can wear an N95 mask for about 40 total hours before the effectiveness really drops, so that's like a dollar for a week of wear.

They're also family-owned and have cat-shaped masks and I really love them. These ones are cuter and in a much wider range of colors, prints, and styles, but they're also more expensive; they range from $1.80 to $3 for a mask. ($18-$30 for a box of ten.)

[adrienneleclerc]

A Cinderella Story

Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N, a McLaren mechanic, dances with the prince of Ferrari, at a Rolex masquerade charity ball. Charles has no clue who he danced with and is trying to find the girl of his dreams.

Warning: bad writing I guess, spelling and grammatical errors, inaccurate events

A/N: like i said before, I’m new to F1 so I don’t really know what kind of events go on so bear with me, please. Also, thank you so much for liking my other Charles Leclerc one shots, you have no idea how much it means to me that you like them. Y/N’s relationship with the Lando and Oscar is very much like brother and sister. Y/N is younger, mainly because I’m 21, hope all of y’all are okay with that.

Y/N was talking to Lando about his car after the Monaco Free Practice 1. (As a mechanic, she has her hair up)

“I am almost finished fixing your car, I think there’s something missing but it could be that I’m overthinking. You think you can test it out before FP2? That’s allowed, right?” Y/N asked, fishing her bracelet out of her pocket and putting it back on.

“Yeah I can drive it, 10 laps should be enough, yeah?” Lando asked, putting on his race suit and helmet.

“You’re the best, Lando!” Y/N exclaimed.

“I know.” Lando teased as he got in the car.

After the 10 laps, Lando got out of the car, took his helmet off, tied the suit around his waist, and walked to Y/N.

“The car is good, you worry too much, there is a reason why Zak hired you as a mechanic. Listen, I’m going out with the guys from Quadrant, want to come? I’ll invite Oscar too.” Lando said.

“Yeah sure I’ll come, when?” Y/N asked.

“I was thinking after the second practice, we can hit the showers, change, and go straight to the club.” Lando said.

“Okay, sounds good, I’ll go ask Oscar if he wants to come.” Y/N said, she was clearing her stuff and was on her way to talk to Oscar when she bumped into someone. “Que torpe soy, I'm so sorry.” Y/N apologized without looking.

“My fault, chéri, you alright?” Charles asked, looking at Y/N for signs of discomfort.

“Nah I'm good, thank you.” Y/N said flustered, unbeknownst to her, Oscar saw the whole thing go down and he was holding in his laughter. “Don’t you dare, Australia.” Y/N warned.

“Your crush on Leclerc is so obvious, America, it hurts to watch.” Oscar said between laughs.

“Ha ha, like you weren't like this around Lily?" Y/N asked.

"Yeah, I was nervous, but I definitely wasn't as bad as you." Oscar said.

"Anyway, Lando invited us to go out after FP2 with the quadrant gang, you coming? Please say yes, Lando is probably going to spend all night talking to Max anyway, I can’t be alone.” Y/N practically begged.

“Yeah sure, I’ll go, you need a few drinks to erase what happened with Leclerc.” Oscar said.

“Awesome! So Zak sent an email saying that he has a surprise for us tomorrow, do you have any idea what that might be?" Y/N asked, showing Oscar the email on her phone, Oscar took her phone to read it better.

"I don't know what it could be about. Anything that needs to be fixed in my car or is it good?" Oscar asked.

"it should be fine, i checked everything with Henry and Bryan (other mechanics), nothings wrong. It’s ready for the second free practice." Y/N said.

“Great. You'll be watching, right?" Oscar asked.

"Of course! Need to make sure my papaya boys get fastest lap." Y/N said.

"And your monegasque too." Oscar teased.

"Don't make me hurt you, Australia." Y/N said.

"You love me too much to do that, America." Oscar said, walking.

"Whatever." Y/N replied.

Two hours later, FP2 started, Y/N was watching everything with the rest of the team, eating chips.

“Is that necessary?” Andrea asked.

“You have no idea how much.” Y/N commented.

FP2 went well, Charles Leclerc got fastest lap. Lando and Oscar took off the helmets and balaclavas, tying their suits around their waists.

“Great free practice, sorry you didn’t get fastest lap though.” Y/N said.

“No your not.” Lando commented.

“Bet you were happy when Leclerc got it.” Oscar said.

“Well I can’t say I wasn’t happy.” Y/N said.

“Alright so let’s start getting ready. Will you drive or am I driving you?” Lando asked.

“I carpooled with Henry, drive me?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah sure. Shit, i can’t, gotta pick up Max.” Lando said.

“I’ll drive you.” Oscar offered.

“Thanks, Australia.” Y/N said. “Now both of you hit the showers, y’all are sweaty.” Y/N said.

After the boys showered, they changed, Y/N changed into something more club appropriate and let her hair down.

Y/N walked to Oscar’s car.

“What took you so long?” Oscar asked.

“Im a girl, guys can wear a shirt and jeans and everyone will freak out, if I wear the same thing, I get told I look crusty.” Y/N said.

“But you just had that outfit with you?” Oscar asked.

“If I learned anything from watching Crazy Rich Asians, you should always have a clubbing outfit and a cocktail outfit with you at all time.” Y/N said, getting into the passenger seat of Oscar’s car. “Lando sent you the address right?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Oscar said. He started the car, they listened to music and talked until they got to the club. They got in, Y/N said hello to everyone with a kiss on the cheek because that’s how her mom raised her. She sat at their booth and Y/N spotted Charles at the bar.

“Bro, Charles is here.” Y/N said, patting Oscar’s arm.

“And? You gonna do something or observe from afar like you always do?” Oscar asked.

“Well…” Y/N started but she saw a woman approach Charles. “I don’t want to interrupt his scintillating conversation.”

“I Don’t understand, you talk to Lando and I just fine.” Oscar commented.

“I was nervous around you guys too, don’t lie. I just got used to y’all, but I never had a crush this huge before, I’ve never been in a relationship, had a first date, or even a first kiss, I’m very inexperienced, okay?” Y/N admitted (guilty).

“So you’re just going to be pining away for him?” Oscar asked,

“Yep.” Y/N said.

The table ordered drinks, designated drivers get 2 drinks max. The night was fun, Lando got to deejay again, Carlos was also there so he joined their group. Since they had free practice 3 tomorrow, they needed to rest up. Oscar dropped Y/N off at her apartment, she changed, washed her face, put on a silk bonnet to protect her hair, and went to sleep.

The next morning, Y/N had her hair in two French braids and wearing her favorite bracelet. She drove to the the track and walked to the Lando’s garage.

“Are you as tired as I look?” Y/N asked.

“No, I feel fine, really.” Lando said,

“Lucky, i had trouble sleeping.” Y/N said. Lando was going to say something else when Zak came into the garage.

“Alright, I have an announcement to make. As you know, F1 is partners with Rolex, so we are invited to Rolex’s masquerade charity ball. It will be on Sunday after the Grand Prix. It starts at 8, it gives you plenty of time to get ready after the race and podium interviews.” Zak said. Everyone was excited.

“Would you give me money to buy a dress? And shoes?” Y/N whispered to Lando.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll go shopping with you.” Lando whispered back.

“This is why I love you.” Y/N teased. Zak walked towards Y/N and Lando went to talk to Oscar.

"Y/N, I need you in the McLaren Technology Centre on Monday." Zak said.

"Really? For what?" Y/N asked.

“For mechanical stuff. We’re planning on creating a new McLaren, you like the creative process, and I still need Henry and Bryan here if we have anything major to fix after the Grand Prix. I already got your ticket, first class too. Don’t miss your flight.” Zak said.

“Of course, I won’t.” Y/N said. Zak gave Y/N her ticket and she started checking the information. Her flight leaves at 3am. “Wait, isn’t this flight a little soon?”

“I know, but I need as many people working on the new McLaren as possible. You’ll only be there for 4 days, then you can relax in Monaco before we go to Canada.” Zak said and he walked away. Lands came back with Oscar and saw Y/N’s worried face.

“Whats wrong, America?” Oscar asked.

“If i go to the Rolex ball thing, I would have to leave before midnight so I have time to change and go to airport in Nice. Oh shit, I have to pack my luggage.” Y/N said.

“Can’t you just skip the ball?” Landon asked.

“Dude, when am I ever going to get invited to theses kind of events? I’m going and you’re taking me shopping.” Y/N said, pointing at Lando.

“Fine, but we’re getting food after. You think we can do it after qualifying?” Lando asked.

“I guess, but you’re calling the store, they know you.” Y/N said. “How do y’all feel about this race?” Y/N asked the boys.

“Max is definitely winning, but hopefully we’ll get on the podium.” Oscar said.

“I believe in you guys, really.” Y/N said before hugging them.

“But you also want Leclerc on the podium.” Oscar said.

“I’m just a girl, leave me alone.” Y/N said,

FP3 and Quali went by fast, no accidents. Max got pole, Charles P2, Oscar P3. During the break between FP3 and Quali, Y/N tried fixing up her Jeep Wrangler Sahara, with Zak’s okay so, of course. Lando texted Y/N the address to the shop and she drove there, parking right next to Lando.

“Alright, love, let’s get you that dress.” Lands said, guiding Y/N into the store with his hand on her lower back. “Hello, we’re looking for an evening dress for her.” Lando told the sales associate.

“Of course, all these dresses right here should be in your size, we have a selection of heels that would go well with these dresses as well.” The sales associate, Ana, said.

“Do you have any dresses in pastel blue?” Y/N asked. Ana started looking through the rack and pulled out a dress that she thought Y/N might like.

“Here you go. Because this dress has a slit, I recommend some tall high heels to elongate your legs. I prefer the platform ones like these.” Ana said, showing Y/N the heels. “Here is a dressing room, I’ll be right outside if you need help zipping it up, okay?” Ana said, handing Y/N the dress and heels.

“Thank you so much.” Y/N said, stepping into the dressing room and getting changed. She got the dress on and sat in the chair to put on the heels. After she strapped on the heels, she tries zipping up the dress, but can’t make it to the top. “Ana, I need help.” Y/N said. Ana pulled the curtain and helped Y/N zip the dress.

“You look beautiful.” Ana said. Y/N walked out of the dressing room, and she looked at Lando, who was on his phone, he looked up and his jaw dropped.

“Wow Y/N, you look great. You’ll be the most beautiful girl there.” Lando said, getting up to get a closer look. He made the motion to have Y/N twirl and she did.

“Not bad for a mechanic, right?” Y/N joked.

“Not bad at all. We’ll take it.” Lando said.

“I’ll change and we’ll be on our way.” Y/N said. Lando unzipped the dress, stopping right above her waist and Y/N unzipped the rest already in the dressing room. She changed, putting the dress on the hanger and the heels in its box, she got out and gave the things to Lando so he could pay.

After paying Lando handed Y/N her things and they walked outside to their cars.

“Thanks again for buy it.” Y/N said.

“Yeah of course. Where do you want to eat though? I’m starving.” Lands said.

“You pick.” Y/N said.

“If you say so.” Lando said. “Just follow me.” Lando got into his car, Y/N got in hers, and she followed Lando to Graziella, an Italian restaurant.

They were seated, Lando had beef tagliata with Gorgonzola sauce and French fries, Y/N had penne alla carbonara (I looked up the restaurant menu to be as accurate as possible). When they finished eating, they went to the parking lot to get their cars.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Lando said goodbye, they hugged before driving off to their apartments.

When arriving to her apartment, Y/N started playing music as she packed for a four day trip. She hung her dress right in front of her closet. She finished packing, had a late night snack, and went to bed.

Tonight’s the night, after the Grand Prix with Max P1, Charles P2, and Lando P3, Y/N was getting ready, putting on her dress, her shoes, styling her hair down, and putting on her bracelet. Everything looked good, her luggage was already in her car. She drove to the venue where the ball was taking place, gave her name to the people in charge, and Y/N was given a masquerade mask.

(Choose whichever dress you like better)

Y/N walked in and all eyes were on her. She began fiddling with her bracelet until two guys approached her.

“America, you look great.” Oscar said.

“Thanks, Australia, Lando showed you the picture he took yesterday huh?” Y/N asked.

“He did.” Oscar said.

“I had to show you off. I don’t see you with your hair down that often, you know.” Lando said.

“I’m a mechanic, can’t have my hair in my face.” Y/N commented. “I’m gonna get a drink, okay, I’ll be right back,” Y/N said, she walked to the drink table to get herself some champagne and another guy walked up to her.

“You made quite the entrance, you know. You Commanded the attention of everyone in the room.” The guy spoke, his voice seemed familiar to Y/N but almost everyone in Monaco has a similar voice.

“Why thank you, kind sir.” Y/N feigned an English accent as she curtsied.

“Do you go to these events often?” The guy asked, also sipping champagne,

“Not really, it’s technically a work thing, but this is my first time going to a charity ball.” Y/N replied to the mask stranger. His eyes a beautiful shade of blue-green, his eyes feel so familiar to her, why the hell can’t she figure out who this guy is.

“I’m here for work as well.” The guy replied. They kept talking until a slow song started playing. “Care to dance, chéri?” The guy extended his hand to Y/N

“I’d love to.” Y/N said, taking his hand to dance.

“Baby blue is actually one of my favorite colors.” The guys admitted.

“It’s mine too. I love all shades of blue, but pastel blue is just beautiful.” Y/N said. “So since you’re here for work, what do you do? I’m a mechanic.”

“You’re definitely the prettiest mechanic I ever saw. I’m a driver.” The guys replied. What’s going on in Y/N’s mind is that he’s a driver and has a French accent, it could be Pierre, but he’s with Kika. She’s hoping it’s Charles but she doesn’t want to get disappointed either.

“Thank you, that’s cool that you’re a driver.” Y/N said.

They talked and danced some more, it was all going well until the clock chimed, saying it was 11:55pm.

“Listen, Frenchy, it’s been fun, but I gotta go,” Y/N said, pulling away from him.

“I’m not French, I’m monegasque.” The guy said, the confirmed Y/N’s suspicions. He took off the mask.

“Charles.” Y/N said.

“Yes, I’m Charles Leclerc, what’s your name?” Charles asked, Y/N heard the clock chime again.

“I’m sorry, I really have to go.” Y/N said, she exits the hall and puts the mask on the table before running out the the parking lot to get into her car to drive to her apartment. Charles chased after her but she saw her car leaving. He looked on the ground and he saw the bracelet that she was wearing on the floor.

“I will find out who you are.” Charles said, placing the bracelet in his suit pocket.

Y/N made it to her apartment, parked her car, went upstairs, got changed, and went downstairs to her car but it won’t start.

“Hijo de la chingada, this can’t be happening to me.” Y/N said. She got her luggage out of her car and order an Uber to nice airport,

The car arrived and dropped her off at the airport, she was on time for her flight, everything was good, but Y/N noticed her bracelet was missing.

“Ah, for fucks sake.” Y/N exclaimed as she waited in the terminal for them to call her flight.

Meanwhile Charles got into his Ferrari and drove back to his apartment. When he was home with his dog Leo, he was looking at Instagram to see if anyone posting from the event was the girl he danced with.

"What do you think, Leo? Am i going crazy?" Charles asked the blonde dachshund on his lap. He gets no answer. "Okay, maybe a little, but I had a wonderful time with her."

Charles decided to do the reasonable thing and posted a photo of the charm bracelet he found with the caption "Does this belong to you? Found on the floor of (venue) on May 26th. Contact me if this bracelet is yours." Charles turned off his phone and decided to go to sleep.

The next day, Y/N got off the plane, she turned off the airplane mode on her phone, and that's when she started recieving calls from Lando, she answered.

"Dude, what is wrong with you? I just got off the plane, who died?" Y/N asked, confused why she had so many texts and missed calls from Lando and Oscar.

"Charles posted a photo of your charm bracelet last night. You fucking danced with Charles and you didn't tell me or Oscar? We're happy for you." Lando said. "You should tell him its yours."

"No way, I know i told him i was a mechanic last night, but he is definitely expecting someone as beautiful as Kika, he would totally be disappointed if he finds out it was me." Y/N said, getting an Uber to drive her to the hotel Zak also booked for her.

"You are beautiful, Y/N, honestly, if we weren't friends, i would have flirted with you everyday until you gave me a chance." Lando said.

"Thank you but i can't help but feel how i feel. I gott go, I'm heading to my hotel then i'll go to McLaren, talk to you later." Y/N said.

The four days Y/N was in Woking, Charles was answering DMs of women claiming it was their bracelet. He would follow up with the questions "What do you do for work?" and "What color was your dress?" No one has answered those two questions correctly. Charles was starting to think it was a lost cause and he would never find her. He decided to go out with Pierre and Kika and he brought Leo with him.

"Still haven't found her, Charlie?" Pierre asked.

"No! It has been four days, everyone in my DMs who is claiming the bracelet is not her." Charles said.

"Charles, do you even know this girl's name?" Kika asked.

"I don't, i just have her bracelet and there is no indication of a name or anything that could be useful." Charles said.

"I'm sorry, Charles." Kika said, rubbing his arm.

"I felt we had a connection, even if she did call me frenchy." Charles said.

"Well there isn't a way to shorten 'monegasque' you know." Pierre said.

"Yes, I am aware." Charles said.

It was now the Canadian Grand Prix, Y/N flew with Lando and Oscar obviously. When they landed, they went to their hotel rooms, to leave their stuff and went to the hotel restaurant to order some food. Y/N had her hair down becasue she was not risking a ponytail headache. She was sitting with Oscar while Lando was talking to Carlos. Charles came downstairs and he spotted Y/N with her hair down. It looked remarkably similar to the girl he danced with. She saw Lando with Carlos so he sat right next to Lando.

"Hey Lando, quick question, did Y/N attend the Rolex thing?" Charles asked.

"She did, yeah, why?" Lando asked the monegasque.

"Does this happen to be her bracelet?" Charles asked, pulling out the bracelet from his pants pocket.

"Okay, why are you carrying that around?" Lando asked curiously.

"Just answer the question, Lando." Charles said.

"yes, yes, thats her bracelet." Lando admitted.

It all made sense, Charles started thinking about the first time he met Y/N and she called him 'Frenchy'.

It was Y/N's first day in the paddock and she walked into Charles's garage by accident. She was looking around and she bumped into him, Charles exclaimed something in French.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry, frenchy, I'm just a little lost." Y/N said.

"First, I am not French, i am monegasque." Charles said.

"Oh my god, you're Charles Leclerc! Sorry, I'm Y/N, I'm looking for the McLaren garage." Y/N said, holding her hand out for Charles to shake, which he did.

"Its on the other side actually. So why are you here?" Charles asked.

"Oh, I am McLaren's new mechanic." Y/N said.

"Nice to meet you, I'll walk you to McLaren." Charles said.

Charles had a tiny crush on her since that day but Y/N hardly spoke to him so he thought she didn't like him. He wlaked over to the table where Y/N was with Oscar.

"Y/N, can i talk to you for a second?" Charles asked. Y/N looked at Oscar.

"I'm gonna sit with Logan." Oscar said, getting up. Charles took his seat.

"I think this is yours." Charles said, showing Y/n the bracelet.

"Are you disappointed to find out that i was the girl you danced with?" Y/N asked, too shy to look at him. Charles lift her chin with his finger so she could look in his eyes.

"Why would i be disappointed? I don't know if you noticed, amour, but I've like you since you came into my garage by accident." Charles admitted. "Were you disappointed to find out you danced with me? Is that why you rushed out so quickly?"

"No, of course not! I had to go to Woking for some McLaren business and my flight was at 3am so I had to leave to change and have time to go to the airport in Nice. I was so shocked that it was you though, like i was dancing with my celebrity crush the whole night." Y/N said.

"Good to hear I'm your celebrity crush. Let's get this bracelet on." Charles said, opening the bracelet, Y/N held out her wrist, and Charles successfully secured the bracelet on her wrist. "That's better."

"It is. Thank you for finding it, I would have died if i lost it." Y/N said.

"It's no problem. So i was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me, we could go after FP2." Charles suggests.

"I would like that a lot." Y/N said.

"Perfect. Is it alright if i kissed you? I've been imagining this moment for months." Charles said.

"Go ahead." Y/N said. Charles moved her hair behind he ear and kissed her softly. They pulled away. "That was way better than my dreams."

"You dream about kissing me, mon ange?" Charles teasingly asked.

"You imagined kissing me too." Y/N said.

"True, I'm glad i don't have to imagine it anymore though." Charles said, wrapping his arm around Y/N's shoulders as they looked over the menu.

The End

Hope y’all liked it! Was it too long? I thought it was okay

[forthelostones]

humans can lick too ─── ⋆ (kinktober)

☄. *. ⋆ fem!reader x dom!abby x perv!ellie ☄. *. ⋆

synopsis: halloween night just turned into another day for you, until you're visited by two desperate ladies.

warnings. 18+ (mdni); threesome, perv!ellie, dom!abby, fingering, nipple play (all receiving), and strap penetration & sucking (r!rec), jealousy, breaking & entering. pet names: baby & dove.

an: this will be my last (purely) smutty post for a while, i want to focus on a different style these next couple of days! this isnt my best & its a bit silly i think but i love this urban legend and i saw someone KB list this as an option. also thanks for 200 follows, much love. (i am taking any requests!)

wc: 2.5k

most halloweens you spend it doing a bar crawl or sitting on your porch, wine in hand, passing out treats. this night was different, you weren’t going out or even entertaining the idea of halloween - it became a normal day to you. earlier this afternoon you took your pup on a walk around the neighborhood and waved to your neighbors who were setting up for tonight. 

“well, city hall sent out an email saying it was imperative that we stay vigilant tonight, y’know.” your across the street neighbor mentioned.

“that’s every year isn’t it? i thought it was typically some teens who come and ruin the fun for all the little ones.” 

“i don’t know, tonight feels different, i'm turning in before 9 tonight just in case. especially with those incidents that happened last month.” 

you took what they said with a grain of salt. you were the youngest among your neighbors and they were always shaken up by the smallest occurrences. but tonight it felt like they may have been right, you couldn’t help but feel a dark cloud follow you on your walk. almost as if someone was watching you. every crunch on the ground your body stiffened, what if something bad is supposed to happen tonight? you and pup rush home in a paranoid frenzy, triple-checking if the front door is locked. 

as soon as you unleash your baby and remove your muddy shoes, you notice how warm the house has become.  you checked the thermostat and it wasn’t set, but you still couldn’t ignore the beads of sweat forming on your forehead. you walk over to the window above the kitchen sink and make a mental note that you should close it before sunset.

 after lounging lazily on the couch you hear the beginnings of laughter and soft screaming in the street for the holiday. you decided you’d do the bowl method tonight and place a note on the front porch, take candy, please! you scroll on your phone waiting for your dinner to heat up and you receive a phone call from your on-and-off against fling, abby.  you guys have a strictly fuck only relationship — she comes and bends you over, then leave. this didn’t bother you, for the most part.

"you coming out tonight?" she questions. 

"nope, staying in." 

your ears perk up at how quiet she’s speaking, but you didn’t care, you liked hearing her voice ring so sweet in your ears. 

"i would love to see you tonight, baby.”

you hear the shuffling of what your paranoid brain assumes to be footsteps coming from your bedroom. you walk towards the steps leading upstairs and get hit with the dial tone. 

“abs? hello?” 

you grip your fingers to form a fist, attempting not to breathe too loudly. just when your foot reaches the first step, the timer on your phone blares, startling you into a silly laugh. you can't believe how spooked you felt.

hey, what happened, why’d you hang up?

sorry, idk bad service, sorry. 

can i see you tonight?

you just throw your phone on the counter as you finish your food and wash your dishes out before going to bed. you reach down to pet your sleepy pup who is also ready for bed. you both travel to your bedroom, belly full and eyes heavy, ready for your head to hit the pillow. you strip off your clothes, throwing them on the floor, not even bothering to throw your laundry in the hamper. you look at abby’s message, wondering if you should reply or not, but you just let your mind drift off. 

in the middle of the night, your neighborhood stood silently as you tussled in bed, wrapping your legs in the sheets. you reach over the edge of your bed to feel your pup. their tongue tickles your fingertips and you smile into your pillow. your heart beats violently when you realize you didn’t close the window downstairs. in a blur you run down and close it, you peer out the window to see the leaves running away in the wind, it brings you some relief. 

you flop back in your bed and stroke your pup again to help you drift away. you feel their tongue caress your palm as you try and regulate your anxious mind. but then they didn’t stop and you became worried, you lean over the edge of your mattress, heart in your belly, and you see a woman in all black. she was lying under your bed, eyes closed, tongue wrapping around your fingertips. she had today's panties laced in between fingers pressed against her nose.

you tremble as you pull your hand away slowly and her eyes shoot open, her arms wrapped in a dark hoodie come from under the frame and she pulls herself up. you blink twice in attempts to see if this was one of those dreams when you’d open your mouth to scream and it was silent. 

“happy halloween,” she mutters from her mask and from initial examination, she didn’t have any weapons.

she brings her hand to the underside of the mask and removes it completely. the familiar face stunned you as you recognized it was your next-door neighbor, ellie. she came from the nicest house on the block, freshly repaved driveway and new cars adorning it, you couldn’t think of a reason why she would want to rob you. in this moment the memories of her flash before you as you two stand toe to toe. you had visited her house a few times for dinner with joel, who had introduced you to everyone in the neighborhood. but she would sit quietly and oftentimes just stare intensely at your face. 

“ellie, dont be rude.” joel would spit, and she would scurry off to her room. 

“ellie? what’s going on?”

“i watch you sometimes, dove. i knew you would be spending this wonderful day alone. i thought i should come and treat you.” 

“treat me how?” you feel a curiousness glaze over your anxious body. 

“i see her every time,” she begins to pace. “she comes over here, fucking you in my face.” 

“what?” 

your mind went blurry. 

“the blonde one.”

“abby?” 

she says walking towards you slowly. “do you remember that one time we almost fucked?” 

her hands come around your waist. “i do, ellie, i don't understand—”

“but then you said it would be weird because we live so close and if it ever went south…” 

her lips were close to your ear, you could hear her tongue snap against her teeth, and feel the heat brush gently against your cheek. her fingertips were playing a tracing game against your lower back. you recall the passionate kiss you both shared at the local bar, her desperate longing to just touch you in a tipsy frenzy. 

“i know, el.”

the florescent haze of headlights pulls into your driveway and interrupts the scene, blasting the sounds of call me little sunshine by ghost— it was abby. ellie’s face scrunched up as the familiar red pick-up shut cut off quickly. 

“what the fuck!” she groaned. 

“ellie, it’s okay, i can talk to her.” 

angrily, ellie snatched your wrist up in her hand and dragged you to the first floor. she shoved you towards the door where abby’s fist was pounding the glass. 

“get rid of her.” 

upon opening the door you see abby scouring the leftover candy in the bowl. she smiles with a faded look behind her eyes. “hi, baby.” 

you pretend to be normal, throw in a yawn, rub your eyes and she comes to pull you into her. her hands come around your ass as she’s one foot in the door already. her lips come to your neck, another leg in the door, and you shove her slyly. 

“what you don’t want to see me or something.” 

“abigail,” you say sternly. “not tonight.” 

she scuffs, “you didn’t get my text did you?” 

“i’ve been sleeping so no i didn’t get it.” 

“well i said, don’t reply if you want me to come see you.” she giggles. 

you grip her toned arms as she walks you backward into the corridor. ellie slams the door behind you both, which causes abby to step in front of you. 

“who is this?” she asks. 

you put your hand on her chest, “this is ellie, my neighbor, we were just about to—“ 

“what?” abby mutters, she gets so defensive that she doesn’t realize she how hard she forced you away. 

“wouldn't you like to know?” ellie smirks. 

in one swift motion, abby is gripping ellie by her hoodie and nearly lifting her off the ground. that’s when you step in between the both of them and make abby release her. 

“you can both have me, how about that?” 

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all three of you sat on the edge of your bed. ellie’s hand slithered up towards your swollen cunt, while abby took your other leg and spread you open. ellie was more focused on getting as close to you as possible, desperate. she brought her lips to your cheek and gently pressed it against your feverish skin. she brings her red, bursting lips to yours and crashes into you. it was better than last time like she had been practicing. abby watched her, seeing where she could fit in, and began sucking on your neck. both your hands fall on their thighs, caressing them. 

“so how you wanna do this baby?” abby asks in a whisper. 

“ellie told me she’s been waiting for this. she watches us.” 

ellie looks slightly embarrassed at the fact, but abby smiles mischievously. 

“so you know how good she fucks me?” abby says. 

ellie nods silently, which leads you to then kiss her softly, bringing your tongue past her teeth into her mouth. she moaned obnoxiously at the taste of you. you bring your hands to her shoulders and lay her on her back while abby starts undressing herself. ellie watches you under the bright moon remove her black jeans to expose her nude, lace panties. she cups your face as you see how wet she had gotten throughout the night. 

you bring your hand up her drenched pussy and she trembles, swimming in her hoodie. “you look so cute.” 

she smiles nervously as you pull away her panties to view her swollen clit. abby sits at the head of the bed, completely undressed, skin tickled by the cool air, fingers brushing gently against her nipples, watching you both intently. you look up to her as you begin to bite ellie’s hot thighs. 

“come on, don't tease. fuck her.” abby spat. 

with no hesitation, you indulge in ellie’s sweet slick. she hoists herself up on her elbows to watch you suck on her clit. you knew she had been turned on all night so no foreplay was needed. abby had worked herself up by now rubbing her clit slowly, keeping her unwavering eye contact. ellie swallowed all her moans and flexed her belly at the pleasure your tongue was bringing her. 

she brought her hand up to your head and fucked your face, sloshing all her juices on the tip of your nose and chin. abby gets up and comes around your backside. she slaps your ass, which makes you choke a little. she spreads her lips and comes to the curvature of your ass and starts rubbing her clit against you. being used by the both of them at the same time made your pussy throb. 

“fuck, im so close dove.” ellie moans.

abby plants another smack on your ass, even harder this time. you give ellie two fingers, which instantly causes her to cum in your mouth, she pushed her cunt in your mouth so hard that when she removed it, you were breathless. 

“come here.” she says, dragging you over her body to kiss her. 

she drags her tongue all around your face, tasting herself. abby is now hovering over you both, not knowing if she should be angry or turned on. you crawl over to her and she takes a firm grasp of your neck and leans down to kiss you. she bites your bottom lip which makes you wince and you feel the weight of the bed shift under you as ellie brings her mouth to your ass. 

abby then stuffs your face into her core, lifting up one leg onto the bed so you can slip your tongue inside of her. 

“yes baby.” she melted. you liked when she got like that, submissive. 

“open up for me abs.” you muttered, which was a command you said to her often. while she pulled back her clit hood, ellie brought her mouth to your pussy, which made you moan into abby’s. ellie brought two fingers to your wet hole and started pounding you so hard your ass moved in waves. 

you remove your mouth away from abby’s body and start moaning ellie’s name while looking upwards to abby. she bit her lip out of anger and walked over to your closet to get your strap. she brought your lips up to the toy and commanded you to suck. you knew she hated hearing another woman’s name come from your lips. tears bulb in your eyes from feeling the length fill your mouth. 

once she pulls away, strings of spit coax your chin and abby shoves you on your back. ellie’s fingers popped out of you just when you were so close. abby teases your pussy with her tip and brings her hand to your throat. ellie’s eyebrows knit together, jealous at abby’s dominance. she slips her hand to your clit as abby enters you. 

“say it.” abby said. 

“ellie,” you mewl, leaning over to bring her lips to yours. 

that’s when abby grunts as she presses down on you, making your pussy swallow every inch. 

“spit in my mouth ellie, let me taste you.”

ellie doesn’t hesitate to perch her lips and allow her spit to spread over your tongue, the sight alone makes abby pound harder. she brings her hand to your cheeks and makes you watch her, pulling you away from ellie. you can’t help but pull her in deeper as she slaps into your bruised cunt. ellie wraps her lips sloppily around your nipple and bites it without any warning. you yelp at the mixture of pain both women are putting you in, but it feels so good. your pussy is aching to cum as abby purposely bruises your cervix. abby wraps your legs around her waist and lays her full body weight on top of you, her hips cracking against your thighs. 

“abby! please.” you yell. 

“that’s right scream for me, c’mon.” she says in your ear, sweat dripping onto your neck. 

you twitch under the presser and come so hard that your eyes roll in the back of your head. abby and ellie don’t stop until your legs shake and you try and find the power to push them both away. you twitch at feeling the strap exit your abused hole, feeling gapped, as ellie leaned in to plant a final kiss on your lips. abby exhales and lays beside you and you turn to kiss her too, in disbelief that you’re fucked out of your mind. 

↓ if you don't know this urban legend here's the original! ↓

tw: mentions of pet death, blood, breaking, and entering, & l*nching.

Once there was a nice old lady who had a lovely little dog. One day, the old lady heard on the radio that a crazy murderer had escaped from jail and that she should lock all her doors and windows. So she locked every door and window in the house except one tiny one to let some air in. No murderer would ever get in through there! So that night she went to bed as usual. She knew everything was okay because when she put down her hand the dog licked it. But later in the night, she heard a drip, drip, drip. She put her hand down and the dog licked it. She felt that everything was okay but the dripping was annoying her, so she went downstairs to check on the tap. But the tap wasn’t dripping. So she went to bed again. She woke up again later in the night and thought the dripping sound was coming from the shower. She went into the bathroom, and there was her dog, dead, hanging in the shower, and dripping blood. Written on the mirror in blood was: ‘Humans can lick too!

[yxngbxkkie]

night time visits (h.h)

so, hi! it's been a while! at least i think it has 🤣 i saw hyunjin's recent instagram live, and i thought of this idea! it's kind of a cliffhanger, but it's pretty cute. in my opinion 🤭 i hope you like it 🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

You run your hands through your hair as you walk the halls of JYP Entertainment. It's late in the night, but you can't find the heart to go home yet. You've been a trainee here for almost three years, working hard to try and make your debut.

Headphones are sitting on your head as you listen to the track you made. You're almost desperate to get this song done before JYP's deadline. The only thing you've got left to do is figure out the arrangement.

The halls are dimly lit since it's so late, so you're a little surprised to see one of the dance rooms lit up. You furrow your brows while walking closer to the closed door.

You peek inside, seeing a tall man wearing a red hoodie. He's dancing in front of the wall of mirrors, and you notice his phone propped up against it.

“He must be an idol,” you mutter to yourself, watching how fluid his dance style is.

A gasp leaves your lips when his head suddenly turns towards you. You jump back and quickly walk down the hallway. You shove the headphones off, letting them rest on your neck as you go around the corner.

You breathe a little heavily, hearing the person open the door. You involuntarily hold your breath, not wanting the guy to find you.

He hums, and you don't move until you hear the sound of the door closing. You release a breath and peek around the corner to check. You jump again at the sight of him standing outside the door, his eyes meeting yours.

Your heart hammers against your chest as he walks over to you, his arms crossing over his chest. “I'm so sorry,” you immediately apologize, not wanting to lose your trainee position. “I was just–”

“It's okay. I'm just surprised there's people here,” he chuckles.

You shyly chuckle, tucking some hair behind your ears. “I have a deadline coming up, so I'm trying to get this song finished,” you inform him, motioning to your headphones.

“Oh, you're a trainee?” He asks, lowering his hood. Your breath hitches in your throat as you realize who you're speaking to.

Hwang Hyunjin of Stray Kids standing in front of me. You think to yourself, trying not to freak out. “Yea… Yeah,” you stumble over your words, finding yourself blushing.

Hyunjin chuckles and looks down at the floor for a few seconds. “I take it you know who I am,” he laughs, finding your reaction to be a little adorable.

“Yeah,” you mumble and bow politely. “You guys are a huge inspiration.”

He shakes his head, waving his hands. “Oh my god,” Hyunjin mutters, hiding his face in embarrassment. “I'm glad we can be an inspiration for you.”

Your heart flutters in your chest before looking down the hall. “I'd love to chat more, but I should get going,” you jab your thumb in the other direction, tucking your lip between your teeth.

“Yeah, I should head back too,” Hyunjin mentions, taking a step back. “Maybe I'll see you around?”

You can't believe this is happening. “Yeah! I'll see you around, Hyunjin,” you say with a smile, starting to walk away.

Hyunjin begins to walk back to the room he was in before realizing that he never got your name. He quickly runs back to where you guys were talking, releasing a disappointed sigh when he sees that you're gone.

“Damn,” he whispers to himself, walking back into the practice room. “Maybe Chan will know.”

~

You're putting the finishing touches on your first fully produced song. You can feel the tears begin to pool, feeling proud of yourself that you've accomplished this goal.

You save the file before emailing it to JYP himself. You release a deep breath afterward. You shut your laptop and shove it into your bag.

After cleaning up the recording studio, you walk out the door. You adjust the bag on your shoulder as you walk towards the elevators. You walk past the practice rooms, noticing one of the lights on again.

There's no way… right? You ask yourself while taking a step towards the door. Your breath hitches in your throat when you spot Hyunjin sitting on the couch.

You notice him scrolling through his phone, and you decide to tell him the good news. You knock on the door before opening it. Hyunjin looks over, smiling upon seeing you.

“Hey! It's Y/N, right?” He asks you, locking his phone before standing up.

Your eyes widen, wondering how he knew your name. “I, uh, yeah! How'd you know?” You ask with a giggle, clasping your hands together.

“I asked Chan,” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck embarrassingly. “You didn't tell me when we saw each other last, and when I went back to ask… you were already gone.”

You're shocked, honestly. You blink at him a few times, snapping yourself out of your daze. “Bang Chan?” You elaborate, remembering the times you went to him for advice.

Hyunjin nods his head. The two of you stand in complete silence, avoiding each other's gazes. You release a light gasp, remembering why you walked in here in the first place. “I wanted to tell you that I finished my song!” You mention with a grin.

He smiles down at you, raising his hand for a high five. “That's great! I'm proud of you. Maybe I'll be able to hear it,” he says while nudging you slightly.

Your cheeks blush, and you nod your head in agreement. “Yeah, totally. Uhm, we can get coffee one day when you're free?” You ask him, pulling your phone out from your pocket.

“Yeah, I'd like that,” he nods his head, taking your phone from your hands. You watch him input his contact details, and you laugh when he suddenly takes a photo with your phone, too. “If you're free Friday, I can go anytime.”

“I'd love to,” you smile at him.

“I'll text you later then,” he says, starting to walk back towards the practice room. “Send me your song!”

You giggle to yourself as he points at you, disappearing into the room. You gently bite your lip, looking down at your phone screen to see Hyunjin's number.

You lock your phone and slide it into your back pocket, continuing towards the elevators. You press the button to call it, happy that it opens immediately. It takes you to the ground floor, and you keep your excitement inside.

Once you reach the street, a squeal comes from your lips. You cover your mouth instantly, looking around to see if anyone is looking at you.

While waiting for the crosswalk, you pull your phone back out. You quickly manage to find the file of your song and share it with Hyunjin, adding a text after.

I'm pretty nervous about sharing this with you, but I hope you like it! We can talk about it Friday 🥰 I can't wait to see you ☺️

Your heart pounds against your chest, putting your phone away once more. You tuck your hands into your pockets and start crossing the street, walking towards your dorm. All you can think about is your interaction with Hyunjin, missing the vibration in your pocket.

I'm sure I'm going to love it. Chan's said such nice things about you. I can't wait to see you either 🤭 See you Friday, Y/N 🥰

~

tagging: @strawboorybunny @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky @prettymiye0n

[mamirhodessxox]

More Resident Evil Incorrect Quotes for my Bby’s <3

Leon: All snacks are gone.

Y/N: I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE?!

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Leon: My heart is guarded but like… very poorly. The kind of guards that would let 3 kids in a trench coat into an R rated movie.

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Jill, watching Chris and Carlos fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt?

Leon, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other.

Jill: Then... who’s the strongest out of you three?

Chris: Leon.

Carlos: Leon.

Leon: Me.

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Y/N: Yesterday, I overheard Wesker saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Ada replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

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Wesker: You’re kind of a pushover, aren’t you, Leon?

Leon: …I’m sorry.

Wesker: See!? That’s exactly what I’m talking about!

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Carlos, tearing up the room: Where are they?

Carlos, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?

Carlos: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.

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Luise: I'm hot, I’m tall, I'm gay, and I'm on my theatre kid arc.

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Y/N: I have so much energy, I want to run a marathon or commit a crime... which should I do?

Leon: Please don’t get arrested.

Y/N: No promises! <3

Jill: Why not both? Get creative!

Y/N: Wonderful suggestion, thank you.

Leon: Please don’t encourage them, Jill.

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Leon: So, according to my university, it is, quote, “my responsibility if there is an internet outage to contact the faculty and the department.”

Leon: Now, if you’re a critical thinker like me, you might be wondering one thing.

Leon: HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO EMAIL THE DEPARTMENT?!?!?!

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Chris, learning how to drive: What happens if I press the gas and the brake at the same time?

Y/N: The car takes a screenshot.

Wesker: Please pull over. I’m driving now.

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Wesker: Y/N, we tried things your way.

Y/N: No, we didn't.

Wesker: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

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Ada: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple...

Y/N: I really care about your feelings!

Leon: I really care about YOUR feelings!

Ada, turning their head: ...and then there's the disaster couple...

Jill: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL!

Carlos: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

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xtripleiiix’s Masterlist

🏷️ list: @ginswife @coolpastelartshoe @greatkoalawizard @cokolin044 @kotoriarlert @alicerosejensen @bunnybot55 @valkyrurx

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for catfishing/lying to my friends?

Ok, I know some people will say this is fake or bait or whatever but 🤷‍♂️ This isn't pressing or anything, either, I just wanna see what people think because the situation was wild.

I'm not sure if this fits into what people consider catfishing but I don't think there's a better word for it. When I (ftm) was young (11 or so) I faked having a boyfriend to all my friends. He was a cool, older emo boy that I talked to on kik.

My friends eventually asked more questions (I'm pretty sure they thought he was fake lmao) I made a fake kik for him so they could talk to him. I would pretend to be him to talk to them.

From there things just spiraled. They asked to talk to him other ways? I made an email and got a texting app on my ipod. They wanted to see him? I got pictures that were just random emo boys off of google images.

I kept up this lie for all of middle school (11-13) for about 3-6 girls I was close friends with. I never came clean.

Now, I'm sure they had to know? I'd use pictures of different emo boys, it was rarely consistent. He had a super fake name (think like, gothic literary references). In hindsight? I was just enjoying pretending to be a boy and being treated like one. But still, probably weird. They talked to him pretty regularly as if he was human. I'm autistic though, and if they didn't believe in him and were all laughing behind my back I had no idea. I think they really did believe though, because, I'll be honest, a few of them were a little gullible (I'm not above this! I believed another friend when she said she was a mermaid princess.)

I'm only submitting this because I told the story to some friends recently and they all reacted with shock and horror. I think it's weird tween girl behavior tbh, no big deal. He was just another member of our friend group in a distant way. I was weirdly addicted to lying for attention or something. No harm no foul. I'd ask these girls/come clean, but we don't talk anymore and it's been like over a decade. If I was an asshole I'll just know not to tell it as a funny anecdote anymore.

(Also if any of the girls involved happen across this, hiiii, sorry. And double sorry if this is how you realize he was fake 😬)

tl;dr: When I was 11 I pretended to be my own emo boyfriend to like, be friends with my own friends x2 and to get more attention ig? I have no idea if this is a funny story I can tell my friends a decade later now, or if I should bury it in shame and never tell anyone.

What are these acronyms?

[zephyrstargame]

well here's something I can do!

this is a little spin on an idea i've been seeing around that i think is wonderful... I personally, am not in the best financial place to be donating, but i can use my platform as a game developer to help out and do something cool at the same time :3

In exchange for donating esims to gaza, I'm gonna populate the world of Zephyr Star with your characters as NPCs! currently: OPEN!!

Here's the deal-- scurry on over to gazaesims.com to figure out how to buy and donate an esim to the people who need em-- any plan works for me, as long as you're gettin something out there!

then slip into my DMs (or anywhere else you can contact me directly) and show me a screenshot of the email, preferably with timestamps for proof that it's from after this post was posted... or really, any proof that you did do the thing-- also show me:

a reference image for what character you want me put in the game

what this character should say as an NPC (just a few lines at most) (optional; if you'd like i can just write some general dialogue instead)

how you would like to be credited in the in-game credits (ie what name i should put)

below the cut are some submission guidelines and extra notes, please also read that if you're interested :>

here are some general submission guidelines:

nothing too lewd, please!

or racist

or otherwise offensive

fandom ocs MIGHT be fine if they're Legally Distinct enough from the source material, but try not to get me sued here

In general, this game's world has No Humans, but that's not a strict requirement-- just a general suggestion

and keep in mind that characters with super intricate details might have to be simplified in order to work as pixel art

otherwise, anything works! furries, robots, sentient objects, your cat, whatever

and here's some notes, so you know what to expect:

i'll take anywhere between a few hours to a few days to finish, depends on how i'm feeling... either way, i'll tag you in a new post when i'm done!

the character will be done in small pixel art, with maybe some additional effects if i feel it works for the design

i will adjust the sprite size depending on the character-- an average sized character is drawn on a 32x32 canvas but if it's like a giant or really tall or something, i'd make it bigger so that the scale is accurate

everyone also gets a zoomed in headshot for the dialogue portrait

no secret bosses, shopkeepers, or other special story purpose for now, sorry! these are just some guys that stand around and say 1 or 2 lines as you go about your adventure

im putting the characters in various places at random, but if you want your guy to be in a certain type of location in-game let me know

this game is STILL in relatively early development-- but i do promise that each and every submission will be in there by the end! it might take yeaaaars for the full game to finally be out, but i'll be posting screenshots as I put em in the game so you know im not slacking around :>

and alongside the screenshot, i'll also post the sprites on their own if you'd like to save them for yourself

legal stuff uhhhhh im not good at legal stuff-- by participating, you are giving me permission to use your submitted character in the final game-- credit will be given in-game where you would expect to see it (the credits) and i will not claim ownership of any of your guys

(cartoon mafia boss voice) if at any point you want your character scrubbed out of the game, or you want anything changed, let me know in my DMs or anywhere else you can contact me and *click* *sinister laugh* we'll make it happen

no money goes to me ever, im not even gonna be the middlesnake between you and the esims-- i just think its less of a hassle to work this way -w-

did i get everything? i think that's everything... if i forgot something important sorry i'm a scatterbrain failgirl who has never done anything like this before im trying my best okay

may the rift be filled with your cool little guys! but more importantly, let's keep gaza connected! free palestine! 🍉

[klaustozier]

owner ; chishiya

SUMMARY: Chishiya owns a company and calls the marketing manager into his office to solve some problems and now the two have to be quiet for the rest of the office not to hear them.

this is smut, be aware with what you read!

warnings: chishiya x fem!reader, daddy kink, voyeurism, ownership kink, use of workplaces in working hours for non-corporate purposes, light spanking, slapping, choking, spit kink, degradation kink, breeding kink, aftercare, Chishiya is cute after being a motherfucker <3

word count: 4.1k

english is not my first language, so i'm sorry for any mistakes.

i hope you enjoy it.

It was Monday. Chishiya had requested that you come to his office so you could have a meeting that morning. You thought it was odd, because you could see on the calendar that he was busy. Maybe the meeting got canceled and the calendar didn't update, so you just accepted it.

At nine-twenty, the woman went to the office of Shuntaro Chishiya, the owner of the company. You were the manager of the marketing department and there were some promotions they were doing. Probably Chishiya wanted to discuss how the projects of this promotion were going.

"Hello, Mr Shuntaro", you said, closing the door behind you.

"Hello, miss," he smiled. The desire to die that rose in you when he smiled at you was unbearable, Chishiya was so beautiful, "Please, come here", you approached the chairs in front of Chishiya's table and started to sit down, but you were stopped, "Take the chair and come here beside me, miss, please. I want you to look at some things with me."

Promptly, you grabbed the chair and pulled it to stand beside him, sitting down quietly, "Is something wrong, mister Shuntaro?"

"Actually, there is. I don't know if you remember Saturday", he began, without opening anything on his computer, he had his email open, but that was it. You frowned at him, you didn't know what he was talking about, but when your mind calculated what had happened on Saturday, your little eyes widened. Chishiya smirked and grabbed her face, "but I remember well…", on Saturday they had gone out to a managers' dinner with him and you couldn't just rub against the boss, nobody knew they had an affair, however that didn't stop you from flirting with Arisu, manager of the export department, "you were having so much fun of Arisu, we should just be having dinner and you were flirting…"

"Mister Shuntaro…", you tried to say, but he squeezed your face harder, making you tremble.

"You were flirting like a whore, then go home with me, suck my cock while I drive and let me fuck you in my kitchen, right?", you kept quiet and he slapped your face, making you gasp , "Right?"

"Yes, it is, daddy," you answered softly.

"Yeah…", he nodded, "And I'm fucking horny and only you can help me. Fucking bitch", he snarled.

"We're at work, daddy," you commented quietly.

"I know", he smirked, "So that means you're going to have to be quiet and unfortunately I won't be able to slap that fucking ass as much as I want, it might get attention, but this little face", he smirked and gave you another a slap, "I can have fun."

"Daddy," you whispered, not knowing what to say because the throbbing in your pussy was driving you crazy.

"I wonder if you're still calling me that it's because you want to know where my idea goes, am I wrong, sweetie?", he asked, his eyes dark.

"You are always right, daddy", you smiled adorably having your neck grabbed and he kissed you.

The kiss was desperate, without rhythm. You were pulled by the waist, being sat on Chishiya's lap, more specifically, on one of his legs, one of his big hands squeezed your ass and forced you against his thigh. A soft moan escaped your lips as you kissed him. Chishiya held your hair in one hand and watched you open your lips, he let saliva slide down his tongue to your before kissing you desperately again.

The kiss only broke when Chishiya's cell phone vibrated, calling their attention, "I have five minutes until my meeting starts", he commented.

"So you didn't cancel the meeting?", you asked, lips red and glistening from the kiss, your neck being held only gently.

"It is an important meeting", he replied as if it were obvious, "But it's online."

"And what about me?"

He smirked, "You're going to be pretty and quiet while I do my meeting."

"Doing…?"

"You know, sweetie…", you pursed your lips and watched him chuckle.

"But what if you do some shit that give away what I'm doing?"

"Are you doubting me, sweetie?", Chishiya challenged, raising an eyebrow.

"No, daddy."

"Great", the president of the company smiled and stroked your hair, "Good girl", he praised when you got up and knelt down in front of him, sitting over your legs under his desk, fitting perfectly. Chishiya unzipped his pants and called you with a finger, "Come make daddy happy."

You pulled Chishiya forward by his waist, the chair moving without difficulty, your hands going to his pants, pulling them down watching the black briefs pressed against his erection.

He sighed and ran his fingers through your delicate hair, "You can do whatever you want, but be quiet, because I have to get into the meeting, okay?"

"Yes, daddy."

Chishiya put on his headphones and took a deep breath when your tongue licked his erection still covered by his underwear, "Fucking shit", he whispered, entering the meeting, opening the microphone only to say, "Good morning, if everyone is here, you can start the meeting now."

You continued licking and kissing Chishiya's cock over his underwear, making him roll his hips and moan softly. Clearly he wasn't paying attention to the meeting, he was looking at the screen, but his head had to be out of orbit, that's what you thought at least until Chishiya spoke again.

"But these numbers were better last month, what happened?", as he said this, he brought his beautiful hand to your chin and held it in place as he lowered his underwear, "My beautiful little girl", he looked at you tilting his body to the right, grinning as you flicked your tongue out so he could smack is hard cock against it, "Suck it real good, okay?"

"Yes, daddy."

He smiled, "Good girl."

And you did as you were asked, your hand held the base of his cock taking it to your mouth and began to move his head up and down, your hand following the movements, which were facilitated with the saliva running down your lips.

Chishiya moaned from time to time, his hips moving slowly, sometimes he answered something in the meeting, extremely restrained, it seemed that nothing was happening, it didn't even look like he was with a girl under his desk, swallowing his cock.

"Thank you all, if you need any help, don't hesitate to call me. Have a great day", he said before ending the meeting. As he took off his headphones and tossed them on his desk, he sat up straighter in his chair, his head lying against the upholstery, his hand going to your hair, stroking softly, "I should fuck that mouth until you're crying for you to learn not to be a whore", he commented, "But I have other things planned", the smile he gave, made your pussy throb, "Come here, sweetie."

You let go of Chishiya's cock and stood up, straightening your clothes. The man ordered you to open your blouse and take off your pants, while you did that, he took his briefcase next to his table and opened it, taking out a silver plug with a pink jewel in the base, a lube and a vibrator, placing them on the table. He smiled adorably at the plain black panties you were wearing and your open white button up blouse.

"I want you to come in one day in a tight black knee-length skirt and black pantyhose that I can just rip off in the middle of the day so everyone will ask if you weren't wearing pantyhose before you walked into my office and having to lie", he smiled like a saint, "Now, sit at my table."

"What about those papers on the table, daddy?", you asked.

"Organize them for me", he smirked to indicate what he wanted you to do.

You smiled, turned to the table with your back to him and leaned forward, sticking your ass towards him, letting him watch the panties sink in your ass as you picked up the papers spread out on the table and put them together and banged them against the table to make them line up.

"Will I get a raise for being your secretary too?", you teased, placing the papers in the corner of the table leaving space in the center next to the computer.

"If you were my secretary people would think it was strange that I kept you here all day", he laughed, "I would let you blow me all day."

"You were going to make a scandal for this company."

Chishiya smirked, "It would be worth it", he stated, "Now be a good slut and sit on the table."

You obeyed, sitting in the center of the table, keeping your legs together. Chishiya took his hands to your knees and pushed them apart, his hands slid down your thighs until they reached your pussy, his thumb of his right hand pressed on your clit, making you sigh softly.

"I can feel that you are all wet", he whispered, "Take off those pretty panties and start masturbating for me."

"Yes, daddy", you nodded and promptly complied, causing him to smile and lean back in his chair.

Your fingers slid through your wet pussy, stroking your clit in gentle circular motions. Chishiya watched in silence, his eyes going from your pussy to your face, watching your eyes closing, moaning softly, then watching the hand that grabbed your own breast, squeezing it and pinching the nipple. His large hand wrapped around his own cock, masturbating slowly.

Your eyes remained downcast, sometimes staring into his eyes, but you watched carefully as his hand glided across his hard cock, the veins bulging, pre-come slipping through his beautiful fingers. He was so beautiful and powerful, he knew that anything he ordered you to do, you would do.

"Daddy", she whispered.

"Yes, baby girl?", he smiled, "Are you close to cum?"

"Yes, daddy, may I?"

"Okay… just know that it won't be the last time…"

Your fingers stopped their rhythm and you muttered, "Oh, fuck."

"No, no, no", he scooted over to his chair, grabbed your neck with one hand and squeezed, "did I tell you to stop?"

"I'm sorry, daddy", you whispered in a low voice.

"No excuses", he slapped your face making your whimper, "Make yourself cum for me and be quiet, I don't want people to hear you moaning like a slut."

"Fine, daddy", you nodded and went back to work.

Your fingers returned to the rhythm you liked. Chishiya's big hand was still gripping your neck, when you thought you couldn't get any more stimulation than that, the man got up and kissed you, making you moan and sway your hips. Your low moans were swallowed by him who didn't stop the movements of his tongue for a second, rubbing it against yours while still choking you.

"Daddy", you whimpered, softly as he stopped kissing you.

Your fingers moved away from yourself and the hand that held your neck caught your wrist, making you stare at the blonde man and not notice when he took the vibrator and placed it in your panties, positioning it between your still sensitive pussy, he put your panties back in place after pressing the button at the base, turning it on.

"Daddy, no", you whispered desperately.

"No?", he chuckled, "Are you sensitive, baby girl?", you nodded, whimpering, "That's how I like you to be", he smiled slyly, "So pretty."

"Daddy", you whispered.

"No, no", he scolded, "Shhh", he stroked your hair before pulling you by the arm, "Come on, my princess", you stood up, your legs shaking, forcing yourself to your feet, "I can't wait to see your cum sliding down your pretty thighs."

You watched as Chishiya took off the pretty red tie he was wearing, he winked teasingly at you, he knew you liked watching him take off his own tie, you found it attractive for some reason, and you were turned around, being leaned over the table. Chishiya took the plug and poured lube all over the toy.

"I want you all day with this here", he said, pulling your panties away enough to be able to sink the plug inside your ass, he watched for a moment, giving you a light slap on the ass, trying not to make too much noise, making you moan softly, "Did you know that it vibrates? And that I can control it with my phone?", he laughed when you moaned squeezing your own legs, trying to ease the throbbing in your pussy, "I'm going to stay here on my office, controlling that plug, knowing you're going to be holding meetings and talking to your colleagues, controlling yourself not to moan and squirm as this little toy vibrates nicely against your ass", he sighed, squeezing your ass, "I can't wait to get home and be able to fuck that little ass."

"Daddy", you whimpered, "what do you want to do now?"

Chishiya smiled and stroked your hair, "Such a good girl", he grabbed your wrists and folded your arms over your back letting them rest gently there before using his tie to tie you, "You look so beautiful when I tie you up, look at you, I don't know how I got so lucky", he chuckled as you pressed your legs together again, "It makes you horny when I compliment you, doesn't it?"

"Yes, daddy, I like to be complimented", you confessed softly, feeling his body pressing against yours, his hard cock pressed against your ass.

"Perfect for me", he whispered into your ear, making you moan softly, "You're everything daddy ever wanted, you know that?"

"Am I, daddy?", you asked softly.

He placed a gentle kiss on your neck and pulled you up, "Yes, my baby girl", he sat back in his chair, his cock still out of his pants, so beautiful and hard, "Come on, princess", you were placed gently on his lap, your legs rested on the armrest, your head lay on his shoulder, making you sigh adjusting yourself so the vibrator didn't press so hard against your delicate clitoris, but without success, "Now, you're going to sit here pretty while I answer some emails, okay?"

"Daddy", was the only thing you managed to whisper, that position tightened the toy against your pussy even more and was making you more horny.

"I should be much worse", he said, "I should leave you pushed against the window", behind his desk there was a window hidden by a long white curtain, "forcing you to stand up there for being a whore."

"But, daddy", you whispered, "am I not your baby girl?"

"Of course you are", he agreed, "But it still doesn't erase the fact that you nearly sucked Arisu in the middle of a fucking restaurant just because I couldn't pay attention to you."

"Didn't mean, daddy, I swear I wasn't trying to tease you", you promised.

"Do you think Arisu is cute?", he asked, looking at you, "Huh? Do you think he's hot? Would you like him to fuck you?"

You knew that if it was any other time and that question was asked, you could answer "yes" and likely Chishiya would laugh and nod jovially, but since they were in that situation and everything was purposefully articulated to make them aroused, there was only one way this conversation could lead to.

"Yes, daddy", she replied.

"Oh yeah?", he asked, smirking.

"Yes, daddy, I think he's so hot."

The man grinned and slapped you across the face, "Fucking bitch, shut the fuck up, I have to answer important emails."

"Arisu would never treat me like that", she teased.

Chishiya laughed again and slapped you across the face, grabbing your neck before continuing, "Shut the fuck up, fucking slut."

"Sorry, daddy", you whispered.

"Now, be quiet, I have to work", you nodded and had your mouth covered as you moaned in surprise when Chishiya pressed the button at the base of the vibrator one more time, still hidden by her panties and increased the vibration, "Shhh", he whispered. You purred laying your head against his shoulder, Chishiya's arms wrapped around you and he started writing on his computer, "I just want you to know", he whispered placing a kiss on the top of your head, "that if Arisu had the opportunity, he would destroy you", he explained, "he would treat you like the whore you are. He would leave you limping like me, but he wouldn't be nice like me and let you come, you would leave your pussy so sensitive that your wouldn't even be able to sit up straight", he paused for a second, stopping writing as well, "Maybe I should do that too."

"Daddy", you whispered, your hips moving smoothly.

"Okay, baby girl, I'll do it another day", he assured, "Today I'll be good and make you come again and again and again."

You moaned softly, burying your face in his neck, receiving a kiss on the forehead as he went back to analyzing his emails, responding calmly, smiling adorably as you controlled yourself to moan. Your little feet still in the white socks moved, when the toes curled, Chishiya knew what was going to happen so he stopped writing and looked at you, so he could watch you cum.

"Chishiya…", you moaned softly, "Daddy…"

And for the second time that day, you came. Your legs were held tightly together, causing you to squirm and strain your arms against the tie on your wrists, "Fuck, you're so hot", your breasts were delicately covered by the button-down blouse, your lips were reddened and you squirmed in despair, unable to take the vibration in your sensitive pussy anymore. Chishiya let go of your legs and turned off the toy making you sigh in relief before being kissed.

Chishiya caressed your face gently before pulling your hair so he could deepen the kiss even more. You just panted and moaned against his lips. His tongue slid across yours, and as if on command, you parted your lips in anticipation, making him chuckle before letting saliva slide down his tongue to yours.

"Naughty girl", he purred, "Now, do you prefer that I fuck you lying on my table or do you want to fuck yourself on my cock while I sit on the sofa over there?"

"I don't think I have the strength in my legs to fuck myself on your cock, daddy", you answered truthfully, making him chuckle.

"I've never seen a more lazy slut", he stated, "I remember your birthday I made you cum more times and you still wanted to ride on my cock, why are you lazy today?"

"Because my fucking boss make me wake up at half past five in the morning", you replied simply.

Chishiya chuckled, "I don't remember you complaining about that when you were eating the breakfast I made you."

"The panna cotta was very good, daddy", you commented quietly.

Shuntaro pecked you on the cheek, "Cute."

"Idiot."

"You're playing with fire, little slut, we're at work."

"You called me here because you can't keep your cock in your pants."

He grabbed you around the waist and lifted you, forcing you against the table, one of his hands tightened around your waist and the other slapped your ass, his body pressing against yours, whispering in your ear, "I know you're doing it on purpose just to piss me off so I can fuck you hard… just know, it's working", he bit down on your earlobe making you moan softly, "You'll be sorry when I get home and I spank that little ass for being a slut."

Chishiya's large hand squeezed your ass and gently shook it, making you moan as you felt the plug tightening inside you, "Daddy, make me be sorry."

He laughed, "I will, my baby girl", one of Chishiya's hands took the vibrator and the other lowered her panties. He brought the dildo to your lips and, after smirking when you started licking the toy, started licking it as well. Your tongues rubbed together as they roamed the toy causing you to moan softly every time, "It tastes wonderfully, princess", he praised, "Before we go to my place, I'm going to put you in the back seat of my car and eat that pussy out so I can calm down after this stressful day at work and drive more calmly."

You chuckled, "What a stressful day you've been having, huh, daddy?"

"Very much", he agreed, straightening his posture, "I'm going to spend the day knowing that this little ass will be getting ready for me to fuck when I get home… imagine the stress I'm going through."

You laughed and were about to say something, but your words disappeared from your lips when Chishiya's cock tip slipped through your wet pussy, "Daddy…", you whispered.

"Fuck", he purred, "So… wet…"

And as he said that, he sank his cock into your pussy, going slowly, inch by inch, watching it be swallowed. The embellishment at the base of the plug shimmered against the light, making it even more adorable. When he was all inside you, he moaned softly, his hands going to your waist and squeezing initiating calm movements.

You moaned softly, your tits pressed against the table as your pussy began to be pounded, "More", you whispered, very softly.

"Sure, sweetie."

Chishiya started to increase the rhythm of his thrusts, as he was still dressed, the sounds were muffled, it wasn't as pleasant as hearing your moaning over the sounds of skin hitting skin, however they couldn't make that much noise.

You tried to hold on as best you could, when you were having fun alone you were extremely silent, but Chishiya managed to make you lose track of things. You just noticed that you were starting to moan very loudly when Chishiya pulled your body, making your back stick to his chest, and his big hand covered your mouth.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch", he snarled, his hips continuing ceaseless work.

"Daddy", you whispered, your voice muffled by his hand.

"Fuck, you look hot like that", he grinned.

Your head lay against his shoulder, your mouth being cupped, your pussy being fucked without any mercy. You could feel your own pleasure sliding down your thighs.

"Fuck", he cursed, "I'm going to cum… Can I fill you up, baby?", he asked and smiled when you nodded, "You're going to spend all day dripping, all uncomfortable, trying to work with cum in your pussy and a plug in your little ass," he grinned, "Fucking slut."

Chishiya's free hand went down your belly to your pussy and began to caress your clit. The hand that was over your mouth let go just so he could kiss you. Your pussy pulsed around his hard cock, their tongues tangling as they moaned against each other's mouths.

As soon as you felt the cum filling you, you came, your beautiful body shaking, not even able to stand up after coming for the third time.

Chishiya held you by the waist, trying to keep you in place, getting out of you, arranging his clothes before placing you in his chair, you threw your head against the soft chair, your chest rising and falling with uncontrollable strength as you tried to recover from the orgasm.

You purred softly as Chishiya helped you get dressed again. As he replaced your pants and zipped them, you watched him kneel on the floor and put on your sneakers and tie the laces so that he could finally button up your blouse.

He continued to kneel, smiling as he stroked your hair, "Do you want water, princess?" he asked.

"Please daddy", you nodded.

Chishiya smiled, as he got up and walked over to the small water filter on a small table next to the sofa, grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with water. Upon returning to you, he took you in his arms, sitting on the chair and placing you on his lap giving you water.

"Thank you, Chishiya", you thanked him quietly while drinking water, your head lying on his shoulder, while your hair was stroked and you received a kiss on the forehead.

"Are you all right?", he asked, "Want to stay here for a while?"

"Just one more minute", you replied.

"Cute", he smiled, giving her a peck.

You spent a few more minutes on Chishiya's lap, after calming down and feeling like you were going to sleep right there and you shouldn't, you got up and tried to walk pretending to be completely fine making him laugh. You smiled, showing the middle finger before leaving. Chishiya sighed, still with a little smile on his face, went back to work.

Not ten minutes later he received a message on his cell phone, it was from you. When he opened it, it was a little video. You filmed yourself opening your blouse and showing your breasts in the company bathroom and had the courage to write "I already miss you". Chishiya laughed, you were so fucked up when you got home.

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[jazeswhbhaven]

Response Email from PrettyBusy! (courtesy of WHB Updates)

Alright! So the admin has updated us with the responses from PB from a long email about our concerns. I read through them all and understand where they're coming from and at this point, I'm just going to keep proceeding as before with how I'm playing and approaching the game. Here's where you can read the responses -> Part 1, Part 2

In general, I saw a repeat from PB stating that other emails were sent in from others stating that they

A. Were fine with the prices B. Didn't want repeat characters C. Mostly concerned about the battles being boring I'll touch on this with my take real quick. Personally...who is out here saying they don't want repeat/re-releases of characters???? Because while I get that some folks don't like certain characters...some of us may want a chance to nab them in case something came up and we didn't get a chance to the first time. NuCarnival does this and no one really complains (as far as I know I'm not active in that fandom, so correct me if I'm wrong). And for pricing, I talked to my friend who also plays other gachas often and he expressed PB's prices are actually low compared to the thousands of dollars other games tend to require for players to not even get the card they want. And for the battles being boring, that's not my problem personally. I just don't want 5-6 battles in between story points...I like how the event battles are usually around 3 between story points. I get they may do this to space it out so we can gain resources and it's not just a click-and-read game, but ugh 6 battles are just too damn much, I'm sorry. I hope they don't take it as "Oh let's make the battles more complicated and harder and throw in more of these screeching bitch ass angels with the wings on their heads" because I will scream lol So the tidbit about them not excluding F2P players and stating that they offer a lot of incentives such as free main story, free Minhyeok story, H-scenes that are free; I get that.* But honestly, the Solomon Seal thing that happened really alienated me because it was like telling me "broke folks can't have the nice stuff, sorry" and let's be honest....some ppl out there REALLY think like that especially over here in the states.. Now I'm glad they ARE addressing obtaining Solomon Seals easily, and implementing a way to gift it to us a free 10 pull per month which is a $34 value (rounded up). Hey, I'll take it. Because I'm gonna save 'em up anyways.

Now....there was something that concerns me and I think players should keep it in mind. Mammon's dildo is officially retired and not coming back for any of the platforms. PB has been threatened most likely by Gplay and AppStore to get rid of stuff like that or they'd pull the app from their platforms. EROLABS sadly, is affected because they don't have a way to specifically do the censoring for some things per platform. That was one of them. So in the future we may see MORE censoring just in case and EROLABS may be affected too. Not necessarily their exclusive content of course, but maybe just small things like the card art censoring, or stuff like that. Sucks really.

Someone brought up Event Stories being available in the future for reading again and this was a great idea to bring up to them. Some folks don't play the events so having the story available at a later time would be cool. Also, I read a couple things about PB talking about their customer service trying to catch up with social media interactions and other things and I was like well damn... Because at the end of the day someone who's working a 9-5 maybe even overtime is sitting up here reading all those tweets cussing them out and it gets really mentally tiring. Criticism is okay, but yeah going left field on someone who's just doing their job is a reminder of why I hate working in customer service myself. Some of the population forgets you are a person and sometimes your hands are tied so why are you yelling? Chill for a moment. It's just a game.

With that being said they did say that they would do better on being transparent on letting us know if the cards are gonna be in the banner or not. (I'll believe it when I see it, not trying to be mean) Overall I was nodding and taking in their responses. The fact that they bothered to even answer with sincerety has already put a good impression for me so I'll stick with that. I personally keep a boundary between me and companies for my own personal reasons. I understand that there are others who are ride or die for this company, and that's cool. Just don't expect others to have that same energy. If you've been through what I have...you'll understand why I don't do this for most companies anymore unless it's for a personal friend who has their own business/commissions/etc. What do you all think about the responses? Satisfied or just waiting it out? *edit: and to add...honestly the L-card stories are better than the H-scenes lmao at least to me. Because there's our bois literally cussing, the writers use actual words like penis and masterbating, like I'm still not recovering over Beel saying "fuck this is good" and satan calling us a dirty bitch. i a m s o r r y and t h r i s t y. Because imagine Belial being like "oh so you like my thick cock up your ass?" or Dre fingering you and being like "Fuck you're so soft here..." I neeeeed it.

[lovesickfoolwp]

emails i can't send — conrad fisher

pairing : conrad fisher x fem!reader

summary : after being apart for so long, your dad comes to the fourth of july party in cousins beach being convinced by your mother. everything turns into a complete shit show and you end it up crying into conrad's arms.

word count : 2k

while you, belly and jeremiah were trying to follow victoria's recipe for making pomegranate margaritas, with a twist added by belly, conrad entered the room. seeing the enthusiasm on your faces, he also wanted to participate, coming up with the idea of using the better blender.

while you were remembering the time when belly and jeremiah, led by you, made a whole mess a few years ago trying to make some drinks for yourselves, a unpleasant surprise appeared in the kitchen.

"y/n?" your dad's voice, which you could have sworn you've forgot over the years, was heard from behind you.

your smile gradually disappeared and your lifelong friends were watching you intently, ready to intervene if you needed any kind of help.

you turned, slowly, on your heel toward him, swallowing hard when you realized that not much had changed in his appearance. probably just the white hair and a few wrinkles. otherwise, it was just like you remembered him and you hated that.

"dad?" you replied, using the word you hadn't used in years. more precisely, since he failed to be the person you would've looked up to.

he had the audacity to approach you and to try to hug into his arms, but conrad stopped him. extending his arm in front of you, thus blocking his access.

your father shot him a threatening look, and before he could say anything, your mother appeared in the room through the back door. seeing the look on your face and how everyone was tense, she realized that maybe this was not her best choice.

"well," she approached you and put her hand on your shoulder to draw your attention, smiling sincerely with regret. "sorry, sweetie, for not telling you earlier about this. now i notice that a mistake may have been made."

"how is this a mistake?" your father asked her, but everyone ignored him.

"you should have asked my opinion first, mom."

this was probably the first time you were really disappointed in her.

"y/n," your father tried to come to you again, but conrad's hand was in the same place. "can we talk a little?"

conrad's eyes turned to you, but instead he met your mother's gaze, which beckoned him to withdraw.

"please, y/n, let me explain!" he insisted when conrad withdrew his hand, but you continued to stay silent.

you gave up, sighing, and accepted. everyone in the room, especially conrad, were asking you if you were sure. you weren't. but, for the sake of your mother, you were at least able to listen to him.

so you went to your room to have total peace. you were sitting on your bed, and your father was standing in front of you.

"i don't understand, y/n, why you let what happened between you and your mother affect our relationship. we were so close before, and now you don't answer my phone either. i'm not even mentioning that you don't want to visit me."

"because it affects me too!"

he snorted in disbelief.

"how could it affect you if the divorce was by mutual agreement?"

you fake laughed and put your head in the hands you were now resting on your knees. "mutual agreement? is that what it's called now when you're cheating on your wife?" you said more for yourself, but he heard you.

"do you hear yourself?" he asked reproachfully.

"yeah, actually, i really do." you answered and looked up again, even if the eye contact grinded all your thinking. you could no longer look him in the eye. "it would have been a step forward if you had even acknowledged what you did. you cheated on my mother and destroyed my all of my trust in you. i can't forgive you as easily as she did."

tears began to appear in the corner of your eye, and he noticed this and sat down next to you, making the bear minimum to keep a considerable distance between you two.

"how this has affected you, y/n?"

he asked you and this time you felt a trace of sincere curiosity in his voice.

"i can't trust the boys anymore, dad. i can't love a boy without making thousands of negative thoughts when he doesn't respond immediately to my text." you sighed and thinking about conrad, you continued. "i know that he's a good person, but i can't get out of my head the idea that one day he might hurt me as much as you hurt mom. you gave me trust issues and you destroyed my expectations of a relationship."

he listened to every word you said, memorizing everything. so when you' were done, he leaned over to you and put his hand over your hand, which was shaking on your knee. "i wish i could fix this, sweet pie."

at the nickname he used to use when you were little, when he was still a model for you, and you felt his touch again, you retreated like his touch burnt you, standing upright by the door.

he stood up too, looking at you as if you were about to break down at any given moment and that's was it.

you approached him, raising your index finger to him and with tears starting to run down your cheeks, you addressed him for the last time. "i'm going to leave the room and when i get back, you'll be anywhere, just not near this house."

and with that being said, you came out of the room like a tornado, ignoring the fact that conrad was a few doors away, listening to everything. and ignoring the fact that conrad called name continuously, following in your footsteps.

you didn't stop until you reached the beach, you sat on the sand and you felt the sea breeze at your feet. you continued to cry, sniffing through the fresh air, watching through the tears as the waves broke.

you felt a warm touch on your shoulder and you knew who that was before he sat down next to you.

"do you want to talk about it?” conrad asked, continuing to look at you intently.

you looked up at him, and your eyes and wet cheeks shattered his heart. he couldn't stand seeing you in this situation.

"could you hold me in your arms for a moment, without saying anything?" your voice trembled when you asked him that and he agreed immediately.

you got up from the position you were in earlier, put your thighs around his legs, and lowered your head into the hollow of your neck, continuing to sigh as he stroked your back.

"yeah, but only for a few moments. we're going to have to talk about this at some point." he said in a reassuring tone and realizing that you would listen to his voice for a lifetime and not get bored, you nodded.

his touch along with your two favorite sounds combined, his breathing and the sound of the ocean, calmed you in a few minutes, becoming soft in his arms.

when your peace had begun to unsettle him because he had begun to overthinking everything, he began to draw circles on your back with his finger to get your attention.

the tears had stopped and the sighs were gone, but you weren't ready to see you with the swollen face from so much crying.

"y/n?" he called your name lightly, beginning to wonder if you had fallen asleep.

you murmured softly something that was not understood and when he tried to move you away enough to see your face by putting his hands on your hips, you clung into his neck like a little kitten that refuses to let you go when you want to let him down from your arms.

he giggled and you felt a flock of butterflies that flew in your stomach, managing to put a lazy smile on your face. when he felt your smile on the skin of his neck, he tried to move you away for a second time and with you being taken unprepared, he succeeded.

no matter how much it hurt him to see you cry, your face afer crying seemed a very beautiful thing, and somehow peaceful, to him because he could've sworn that you were always shining.

"when were you going to tell me you liked me too?" he asked you in a serious tone, but in the end he touched you on the nose teasingly.

"what are you talking about?"

"we both know that i have shown you many times, through my specific methods, that i care a lot about you and what you said to your father today made me believe that was about me. i might be wrong though."

you stood for a second, remembering what you said and you hit him playfully in the shoulder. "were you eavesdropping?"

he laughed lightly in response and then he returned to being seriously, his grip around your waist becoming tighter. "seriously, y/n, i can understand you better than anyone about everything you've said. and if that's all that stops you from telling me what i've wanted to hear for so long, go ahead. because i promise i understand you."

"how can you understand?" you asked him frustrated and you leaned your head on his shoulder, looking at the ocean.

he sighed before he said "because, between us, me and jere are going through the same thing, only he doesn't know it yet. i haven't told him yet. and no one but you, not even our parents, knows i found out."

at that moment you withdrew so that you could study his face. he had no reaction on his face, but the grip around you told you enough.

"your parents are divorcing?"

you couldn't believe it. susannah and adam seemed to be the perfect couple. but so did your parents. that was until your father gave up everything in one selfish night.

"yeah."

there was silence between you for a while, and conrad's fingers on his waist were the only thing holding you to reality. you went through your mind again the words you said to your father and now you knew that conrad had heard them. at the moment you managed to think you were ready, so you cleared your throat and his eyes immediately met yours.

he removed his hands from your waist, and if it had not seemed to you that you were exceeding a limit imposed by your conscience, you would have sighed at that lack of contact.

"what's wrong?" he asked you and put one of his now free hands on your cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

you didn't know how to say it, so you threw the words straight in front of him in one breath. "i like you too."

he thought he was dreaming.

"say it again." he challenged you to repeat it.

you raised your eyebrow and looked at him for a second, then did as he told you to. "i like you too, conrad."

you thought that if you said his name this way, in this sentence, it would make him feel assured of your feelings and you succeeded.

it was his turn to bury his face in the curvature of your neck, squeezing your waist in his arms as if he didn't give you a chance to change your mind and leave.

it was clear. his hands on your waist already felt like home after today.

he barely managed to retreat, being too vulnerable now and wanting to keep hugging you. but he need to say a few more words.

you watched him intently, waiting for him to start talking, but his hands found yours and he began to play anxiously with your fingers as he spoke "believe me, y/n, that after all i've been through in the last few months, i wouldn't want to believe that we'll just be friends again. i want to be around you, i want to be able to hug and kiss you." his fingers found their place, intertwining with your fingers as he continued. "and most importantly, i want to help you build your trust in me."

at that moment, you could have cried again. this time because of happiness. but the grimace on his face when he heard you sighing worried you and you abstained for his sake. "sure."

that was the only word you managed to say, but to him it meant everything.

his lips met yours and he swore to protect you from whatever was needed. even from his own demons.

[nerdygaymormon]

What do you think I should do after a temple recommend interview gone wrong? My stake president insisted on asking me more questions about whether I lived the law of chastity, citing his priesthood authority. He tried to ask me very specific questions, and he told me he was doing this because I had told him I was queer. He also had some very strong words about attending the temple unworthily. I had to tell him I had not had sexual relations several times before he moved on to the next question. This has never been my experience with temple recommend interviews before, even when I was out to priesthood leaders in the past. I want to report him, but I don't know for sure who my area president is, and even if I did, would he be on my side? I hate feeling like I have no resort.

I'm so sorry this happened, it is the very essence of what is meant by "leader roulette," in that the queer experience at church varies dramatically depending on who is chosen as the local leader.

I applaud you for resisting those questions until the stake president insisted and threatened to withhold the temple recommend if you didn't answer his questions.

I like your idea of writing the area president to share your experience and to explain how as a queer member you already make a big sacrifice to remain that isn't requested of other members, and rather than be welcomed and embraced, this interview makes you feel like you're viewed with suspicion, it makes you feel othered.

You'll need to determine which Area you live in. Here's a map. If it's not clear, such as if you live near the border, you can google. For example, google the words "LDS Utah Area" and it'll bring up a webpage for the Area and that page includes a map. Once you've identified your Area, here's the list of Area Presidencies.

Area Presidencies in North America live in Utah, you can send a letter by writing to this address: Elder So-and-so 50 East North Temple Salt Lake City , UT 84150

For Area Presidencies outside of North America, the webpage for the Area hopefully has the address for the Area offices.

My experience is a written letter is most likely to be read and responded to, emails are less likely to be seen.

Stake Presidents serve for 9 years, so it's likely your stake president will still be serving next time you need to renew your recommend. You could request the stake executive secretary have you meet with one of the counselors.

Also, you are allowed to bring another adult into the room with you, and I think it's a good idea. Having another adult in the room usually makes it less likely the church leader will stray from the standard questions. And if they do go rogue and ask more invasive questions, your friend can speak up and ask why? Your friend can point out Handbook 26.3 says he isn't supposed to add any requirements nor add any personal beliefs or interpretations. He is supposed to ask the standard questions to determine if you have a testimony and are striving to live the gospel, and you can appropriately answer the questions, he shouldn't be adding additional questions or requirements.

Good luck to you, my friend

[paula-of-christ]

So I am struggling with where to go from here. I've been going to some aa meetings and of course it's in a church, most of them take place in a catholic church near me. And a huge part of 12 step programs involves finding "a power greater than yourself", and every single time I start to explore spirituality and religion I get drawn to Catholicism. I didn't have religious parents, not much influence of it in my life except for a few times my grandmother would take my brother and I to church with her sometimes when she'd visit. I've done a lot of really awful things over the course of my life (i killed someone by accident years ago) it's hard for me to believe in a God that cares about me. I'm certain something exists that created the universe, I don't know what to call it besides God. Anyway I guess my question is how would I start exploring Catholicism? Like should I just show up to a service on a Sunday and go from there, and what should I expect? I just feel so drawn to it as a whole but I have no idea what to do about it cause I've never been religious/gone to church much/etc. Any advice would be wonderful.

Boy did you come to the right place, my friend! I am glad you are going through a program to help recovery, I know that can be an extremely difficult thing to go through, realizing all of the things you've done that are not what you'd like them to be. I think the most important piece of advice I can give you regardless if you decide to become a formal Christian and join the Catholic Church, is to continue to look for that growth inside of you and the way you treat others. Sometimes it can remain hidden to us just how much we are growing.

I posted this recently about sins being forgiveable and if you just want to take a moment to read that, sit with it, and then continue on to my practical advice about how to actually convert. (under the page break)

The biggest reason I say you came to the right place is because of the patronage of my blog, St. Paul. He was complacent and considered himself a murderer prior to his conversion to the Church, and then after experiencing the Risen Christ, became the greatest evangelist in Church History. He wrote the majority of the new testaments. All of those letters authored by Paul, is the Paul that helped the temple officials find and stone many of our first martyrs, including a tradition where he helped martyr the first martyr, St. Stephen.

You can read his conversion in Acts chapter 9, but if you go a little bit earlier in Acts, you can read about the persecution of the Christians as well.

The first step to formal conversion, since I think you already have what you need for spiritual conversion (a desire to pursue Catholicism) is to just start going to Mass. You can try out a couple of different parishes near you if there is more than one. If you google "Catholic church near me" and look at the different church's websites to find their Mass times or go to MassTimes.org I believe it is called. I would say try out different parishes to feel it out. They will all have the same basic structure but maybe the people at one parish are more friendly than others.

Once you find a parish you like, they will usually advertise RCIA classes in their newsletter/bulletin, or you can simply call or email the parish office (usually in the bulletin) to enquire about RCIA classes. RCIA stands for Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults. It is generally a 9 month class, where you learn more about Catholicism and how to live it out. At any point between signing up and the Easter Vigil, where people in RCIA are brought into the Church either through baptism or confirmation (both if you're getting baptized, but if you already are, just confirmation) you can decide not to become Catholic. If you need more time or if you decide to go with a different Christian Church. Ideally you stick with it, but it unfortunately does happen.

A note about sin and being sorry for it; through baptism we are saved. We have an obligation after that to remain in good standing with God, but we can always get back to good standing with God. The only reason we are alive, or the world exists, or for any of this to be here, is because God loves each and every small part of us, down to the very atoms, immensely, and wills for us to remain here. If God, who is Love, stopped loving us, we would stop existing. Just because it is difficult for us to forgive ourselves, does not mean that God has difficulty forgiving us. God understands our struggles, because "he was made sin so that we might become righteousness" (2 Corinthians 5:21) but he doesn't sin. He was tempted in the desert, and again in the Garden of Gethsemane, but He did not sin, because He is God.

I cannot stress enough how much picking up a Catholic bible is important, and reading the Gospels. I specify Catholic only because the Catholic bible has books in it that Protestant bibles do not. A good translation that I personally like is the New American Bible Revised Edition (NABRE).

Be assured of my prayers and please reach out on or off anon if you need some more encouragement!

[justagalwhowrites]

OMG! Howly cow! I am speechless!😳 Due to different time zones, the alert has been on my email for more than 12 hours. Hours in which I debated if reading throughout the day in small parts was a good idea or if waiting until I could read it properly was better. Luckily, I chose the second option. Bestie, what a chapter! I'm warning you I am becoming a greedy monster for this story! (I do not mean to be pushy. It's just my excitement speaking🤣.)

What a chapter! First, you made me cry, and then… Time enough for what? What's going on? What or who Bambi is protecting? Have I told you this story is good? With each chapter, it gets better! Will this thing be in the present time?😱

Of all the things that can happen during the patrol, that Joel is the only one making Bambi nervous is a bit funny. I understand why, but it's still fun. He hasn't given her any reason to doubt him, but I think that until she lets herself trust him completely she'll be conflicted. The revealing of her scar, I think, will be a heavy emotional moment between them.

For a second, before the men appeared, it looked like a weird first date with some shooting practice. LOL. And then we got some FeralJoel! The whole scene was brutal. I'm happy she didn't kill him at the end. It wouldn't have felt right. I might be rambling, but despite all, she's still good, and she should be able to keep her humanity.

(“Not here to help you,” Joel said, his voice almost eerily calm, so calm it sent a chill down your spine. “I’m here to get information and there’s only one way I know how to do it. You’re gonna want me to give you back to her by the time I’m done. So let’s begin.”) I'm not one to put bits of the chapter in my comments, but that one was something else.

I wonder if Joel knows any of those raiders.🤔 If he does, I hope he tells Bambi about his past before that comes up. If not, it could cause serious trouble between them.

And the kiss at the end felt so right!😍 It felt so natural to happen there. I loved it! The whole moment was so meaningful. I loved how, despite seeing Joel's worst side, she still feels safe with him. It shows the trust Bambi has in him, and if that is not a big sign, I don't know what is.

Thanks for the update! Sorry for the ramble! ♥️♥️♥️

By the way, I found ''Homecoming'' and ''Long distance'' today. Those two-shots are a treasure. I was grinning the whole time I was reading. I love the forbiden thing of DBF, you aced it! I wouldn't mind at all to read more about them.

Ahhhh HI BESTIE!

Please be as greedy as you want with this story, I love sharing it so so much and it brings me so much joy when people love to read it.

When it comes to the opening of the chapter, let's just say I don't drop plot hooks without a reason. I promise, answers are coming (...eventually 😌)

Bambi is so interesting to me when it comes to intimacy! She's so gun shy of it now, especially physical intimacy. She'd kind of rather deal with infected than the warring feelings she's having, I think. Infected she feels more a sense of control over the situation, she knows how to get out of it and how to handle it. Not so with Joel! All her tools for this situation are from a very different time in her life. She can't just walk up to him like she did Justin in chapter one and say "Come see what else I'm good at riding on" and she's not quite sure what to do instead. She's so out of her depth!!

And it did kind of feel date-y right?? They were having their lil apocalypse picnic lol! But Joel got to be the protector and helped keep her safe and let her hold onto her humanity a little while longer, too.

I will say with Joel's raider history, that was a long time ago and a long ways off. HOWEVER... he still did some terrible, horrible things and worked with some terrible, horrible people. And while he may not have been the worst of them, there were things that those other men did that he just stood by and allowed. If Bambi had been taken in, say, Tennessee or something in 2004, Joel wouldn't have done a thing to stop it. He's grown and changed a lot since then, he's going to have some feelings about himself with that.

Yes, Bambi does, on a conscious level, really trust Joel more than anyone else (except maybe Ellie but that's more of a different kind of trust and relationship than anything else.) But her trauma addled brain has a hard time fully embracing that trust. It's a little like your friend getting a dog just after you were mauled by a dog. It's probably sweet and very kind to you and would never hurt a fly but... you're probably not going to want it licking your face right away. But she's DEFINITELY getting there!!

And yayayayayayayaya! Homecoming and Long Distance! Those are fun ones. You can expect the occasional one shot of that couple from time to time. I just don't have a full arc for them, they just fit a fun prompt or ask now and then!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING HERE! I love your notes, they make me so happy. Thanks for reading! Love you!!

[x-authorship-x]

I guess to put more positivity around the whole commenting thing, I should share my experience as a commentor. Look, I write really long comments, pretty much exclusively because my adhd brain demands it. I've actually had to pre-write a comment to copy-paste, because I know I need to comment more but my really long comments take a lot of mental energy to compose, and even that ended up being a solid paragraph. (I actually really recommend people do that, so they can leave comments like "I absolutely loved this!" even if they don't have the spoons to type it out. As someone who is also a writer, I would be thrilled to get a comment like that!)

I have never, not even once, for any fandom, had someone who didn't appreciate them. I've had people who didn't reply - which doesn't bug me at all, I know it can take a lot of energy for authors to reply to readers too - but I've never had someone complain or get annoyed or block me. Most of the time I get either replies like "thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me ;w;" or "thank you, I'm glad you loved it so much!!" or a really long ones addressing some of the things I pointed out that I liked or was interested about.

I know some people have had bad experiences with it - which is horrible and I'm so so sorry to all of you it happened to, you deserved so much better - but I promise that the vast majority of people will love you for them (even other readers who are looking through the comments! I know I like reading everyone else's comments and lot of other people do too). And I say all this as someone who has been in fandom for 19 years, and been leaving multiple paragraph comments for just as long.

As with any other type of comment, just be positive, don't try to leave criticism unless the author explicitly invites it, and don't be demanding, and you'll be golden! Tell people what you liked, not what you didn't, because yeah it does hurt to get something negative like that, and chances are you didn't mean to discourage the author of a fic you like or make them feel bad.

I completely agree, I've never had a poor reaction to a comment I've left and it hurts my heart that others have 😩 so many creators are so discouraged by a lack of interaction with their work, I'm so disappointed in other creators - responding harshly to comments that are not mean spirited at all - for not just... Turning off the function if they don't want engagement! Dont put people down for enjoying your work!

My comments are usually riddled with emojis and swear words lmao but that's just what I'm like😅😅😅

That being said, I also don't expect authors to reply to me! Honestly, a lot of the time I actually forget what I've commented and when I did so, so getting a notification in my emails is always such a lovely little surprise 🥹

So, to my readers: please never feel like you have to limit yourself in my askbox or comment section. I am delighted by your delight, I am enthused by your enthusiasm, I love your love!

When I'm receiving comments... Hate is immediately deleted. Something I don't want, like solicited criticism, people who try to make me feel bad or guilty (and not in a "why have you done this😭❤️ that cliffhanger!!" way, dw i know the difference!) And people demanding that I write/update/change to suit them... even then, a comment I see as rude will probably just be deleted or I will intentionally ignore them (I don't get around to replying to everyone, so please don't automatically assume I've taken offence if you receive no reply!)

[bluesfortheredj]

A helping hand.

A/N: You can tell when this was meant to come out... anyway, sorry again for the delay but I'm finally settled in the house now and will be getting the last requests out when I can :)

Christmas.

The most wonderful time of the year.

Supposedly, anyway.

Yours seemed more stressful than usual this year though; between worrying about money, what presents to get people on your tighter budget, and how you were going to organise Christmas this year between the two families you had very little to smile about. The festive cheer had certainly evaded you so far and it was already the beginning of December.

“Right, Jane’s said she’s not doing presents this year which should give us some wiggle room for others,” you sigh, having just received the fortuitous text message.

You look down to the notebook which had a list of names and the gift ideas next to them, then cross her name out with a relieved huff and look over to where Rufus sits tapping away on his phone enthusiastically. A grin spreads across his tired looking face and he suddenly meets your gaze with wide, excited eyes.

“I know this is super last minute but look at this!”

He jumps from the armchair to the seat next to you on the sofa with a bounce and thrusts his phone under your nose for you to see the email that had got him so riled up, then you make out the main words that make your heart sink a little; fly out to France for two nights, back on Christmas eve.

“Oh… Wow… It’s, uh… a great opportunity.”

“So it’ll be a week in total what with rehearsals in London…” he grins, “but this is amazing!”

“A week?” you repeat, having missed that part of the email completely, “but we’ve got so much to do before the big day…”

“It’ll be fine,” he says with a wave of his hand, “don’t worry! I’ll do what I can before all this, and I promise you’ll have the bare minimum to do after.”

You give him a nod and a smile but you knew Rufus too well by now, and he wasn’t exactly the most organised of humans, in fact he was quite simply the complete opposite and regularly left most things until the last second. His attention turns back to the device in his hands as he excitedly types his reply back to this thrilling event he’d been invited to, and you can’t help but feel a heavy sensation in your stomach at the thought of the next couple of weeks.

It was edging ever closer to the big day when Rufus finally appears from the stairwell just as you place your plate in the sink and grab the reusable bags from the side, “you ready?”

He briefly looks up from his phone with a questioning brow, “for what?”

“Christmas shopping, silly! You said we’d get it done today while you’re still here.”

“Shit, of course, yeah, I’ve just gotta meet Danny in town and then I’m all yours, I promise.”

“But…”

He gives your cheek a fleeting kiss then shrugs his jacket on, “I’ll meet you at the shops, I’ll phone you when I’m done!”

With that, he disappears out of the front door, leaving you with the bags gripped firmly in your grasp, your fingers tightening with anger as you stare at the door he’d only just exited seconds before. You knew this was going to happen and yet you couldn’t help feeling disappointed that it had.

“Hmph,” you huff, grabbing your handbag and deciding to do this by yourself instead.

Your mind is a jumble of emotions as you walk around the shops picking up bits for everyone; on one hand you knew that Rufus couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this, yet on the other you wished he didn’t let it totally consume him, especially now with it being so close to Christmas and you needing help with the preparations for it. You eye yet another bath set for your mum and place it down in the trolley in front of you with a sad sigh before making your way to the checkout and checking your phone for a call you knew wouldn’t be coming.

It’s late when you finally get home and you can see the lights on inside indicating that someone was already there, so you trudge up the path with your hands full of heavy bags and give the door a couple of taps with your foot.

“Babe!” he grins when he opens up to find you standing there, “let me take some of those.”

He grabs a couple from each hand and you follow him inside, pushing the front door shut with your elbow as you watch his familiar blonde ponytail disappear into the lounge.

“Busy day then, huh?” you say quietly, trying to keep your anger from bubbling over.

He pouts as he lowers the bags carefully to the floor, leaning them up against the sofa, “I’m so sorry, everything took longer than expected and then we got something to eat and I knew you’d be done by the time we got out of there so I just-”

You can’t help but scoff at his answer; you were already enraged and his bumbling excuse about going for dinner rather than helping you tipped you over the edge, “I can’t do this,” you shrug, dropping the bags with a thud and turn to walk away.

“Can’t do what? Where are you going?!” he worries.

“You said you were going to call and meet me in town to help with all this,” you reply, spinning around and gesturing to the bags scattered across the floor, “you said that before you had to fly off you’d make sure you could help me so that I had the minimum amount left before Christmas.”

“I know, and I’m sorry! What about tomorrow?”

“No,” you reply sternly, “no. I have a job too you know, and it’s our busiest time of the year as well, but no, don’t worry about me, I’ll just sort the presents, the food, the budget that’s required a hell of a lot of adjusting this year…”

“That’s why I’m doing this! I know we need the money, so that’s yet another reason why I agreed to it!” he reaches out for you but you step backwards and shake your head.

“I appreciate that, I really do, but I also just really needed your help today. It wasn’t like you were being paid to go eat after the meeting was it? Ru, I’m exhausted, and I’ve got work in the morning, and I’m going to have to do everything else without you when you jet off again, so I genuinely really did need you today.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighs morosely.

You sniff a little before pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration, “so am I,” you whisper, once more turning towards the door and heading out to your car.

“Where are you going?” he asks, attempting to grab onto the vehicle door as you shut it.

“My parent’s place.”

“What?! Why?!”

“I need to cool off.”

You hastily put the car into reverse and make your exit as quickly as you possibly can without seeing the hurt in the eyes of the man you love. As soon as you get onto the main road you regret it but you have to stand your ground and reluctantly continue the short journey to your parent’s house in a stony silence, not even the radio uttering a note. Once you turn into your parent’s road you park up and sit in the quiet that had accompanied you on the entire journey as your mind whirs with regret and sadness.

“Fuuuck,” you whisper as your forehead connects with the steering wheel.

The engine is still running as you roll your head from side to side slowly until eventually you make the decision to turn straight back around and head home. The last thing you wanted was for Rufus to leave while you were in the middle of a disagreement so you knew you had to make things right even though you did want to stand your ground about the matter.

You open the front door slowly and carefully once you get back, not wanting to make your appearance known straight away, but Rufus soon comes bounding down the stairs as soon as you shut the door behind you and his lips land on yours in a desperate kiss.

“I didn’t think you were going to come back,” he whispers breathlessly between kisses, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

He cups your jaw delicately yet firmly as he presses his lips on and around your mouth while your fingers weave into his blonde hair with ease, “I’m sorry,” you manage to mumble when his lips move.

He pulls away with a slight frown, “I’m sorry,” he sighs, “I didn’t mean to be such a selfish asshole, I wasn’t thinking, I-” you cut him off with another kiss.

“It’s okay, do you wanna apologise here, or upstairs?”

There’s a moment where he processes what you’re saying, then his eyebrows lift as his lips turn up into a smile, “upstairs.”

Request: Could you please make one with Rufus where they have a Big fight, reader leaves and come back later and they reunite + more