#that kind of not remotely well-adjusted person

[egophiliac]

So.... what are your thoughts on Ace's UM, if you haven't been asked this already?

sneaky magic for the sneakiest boy

no but really, I think it fits him really well! I had thought his UM would probably involve something kinda sleight-of-handy or pickpockety! and I looooved that it made such a nice loop-around back to episode 1. ❤️ I was. kind of half-expecting him to just run out and punch Riddle in the nose again. but instead this time 'twas he who offed the queen's head! it was great! and he did it while stone-cold terrified out of his mind! because Ace is the only remotely normal or well-adjusted person at NRC and therefore the only one who is like "we're going to literally die, this is super effed up". but he did it anyway!!!! I AM SO PROUD

[its-avalon-08]

📣 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖 📣

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10

🏁 pairing : Lando Norris x Piastri!Sister!Reader

🏎️ summary: she’s oscar piastri’s little sister — sarcastic, sharp, and completely uninterested in drivers. he’s lando norris — charming, persistent, and suddenly very interested in her. she came for oscar. she didn’t plan on falling for the one person she should’ve stayed away from.

themes : fluff, flirting, over protective brother, anxiety

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

chapter 1 : the science of flirting

Y/N Piastri had mastered the art of multitasking: conducting enzyme research for her thesis while roasting Oscar over FaceTime. It was a talent. A gift. A lifestyle. She did it in a perfectly tailored cream blazer and high-waisted trousers that screamed effortlessly intimidating, because—despite what her brother liked to say frankly coming from a guy who wore unironed polo shirts and team merch his opinion did not matter much—she had taste. In fashion. In men. In careers.

“Are you seriously wearing Crocs in the paddock?” she asked flatly, watching Oscar through the screen with one perfectly raised brow. “What are you trying to do? Blind your fans with bad footwear? Ruin my very FASHIONABLE reputation?”

Oscar scoffed, adjusting the phone so only half his face was visible. “They’re comfortable. Unlike some people I know who wear uncomfortable shoes and then steal mine at the end of the day.”

“Bold of you to talk about comfort while driving at 300 km/h for a living.”

He ignored her jab. “You sure you still wanna come to the race this weekend? You’ll have to talk to people who don’t know the molecular structure of caffeine.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, tucking a pen behind her ear. “I talk to normal people, Oscar. Just not ones who try to flirt with me using car metaphors.”

“Right,” he snorted. “Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you if Lando tries something.”

Y/N smirked, deadpan. “If he hits on me using anything remotely car-related, I'll puncture all the tyres”

Oscar stared at her. “That’s not funny because you don't know which car is his and which one is mine.”

“Neither is him saying ‘Are you a pit stop? Because you take my breath away.’”

He groaned. “I hate that I can actually imagine him saying that.” The two siblings scoff as they left their house.

—

The Melbourne paddock buzzed with energy, camera flashes popping and engines growling in the background. Everyone seemed to glide through the place like they’d been born on four wheels.

Y/N wasn’t out of place—far from it. She didn’t look like someone’s plus-one. She looked like someone people should already know. Black sunglasses perched on her head, silk scarf tied neatly around her ponytail, and a two piece outfit that was sophisticated but cool, like if fashion week collided with a TED Talk.

Oscar walked beside her, mildly regretting this already.

“You sure you’re not here to network with the media team?” he asked.

“I’m here for the free food and to make you nervous,” she replied sweetly. “So far, ten out of ten experience.”

They turned the corner into McLaren hospitality, and that’s when he appeared.

Lando Norris. In all his chaotic-haired, golden-boy glory. Grinning like he knew a joke no one else did and wearing a hoodie like he hadn’t just gotten out of a multi-million-dollar race car. He was leaning against a table, talking to a team member, but his eyes flicked up the moment Oscar and Y/N walked in.

And stayed.

“Oh no,” Oscar muttered.

“Oh yes,” Y/N replied under her breath.

She could feel it—the pause, the instant shift in the air. Lando’s gaze lingered longer than polite, but not creepy. Curious. Interested. That annoying kind of confident that made you feel it.

“Oi, Piastri,” Lando greeted, walking over. “Didn’t know you had a sister. You’ve been hiding her?”

Oscar sighed. “Lando, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is the mistake I told you about.”

“Charmed,” she said dryly, holding out a hand.

Lando shook it, his smile widening. “Y/N, huh? Is that short for ‘You’re Not Real’? Because you’ve just messed with my whole concept of beauty.”

She blinked. “Wow. That was so bad it physically hurt. Cmon mate, you have to try better than that.”

Oscar scoffed.

He laughed, full and unbothered. “You’re quick.”

“I’m usually quicker, but I left my will to flirt at home. Tragic.”

Oscar looked up at the sky, silently begging for strength.

“I’ll catch up with you later,” he said to Lando, already walking off with a grimace. “Good luck, mate. She bites.”

Y/N didn’t look away from Lando, arms folded. “You always this forward, or am I just lucky?”

“I like to think I’m selectively charming,” Lando replied, leaning in just enough. “But you... you’re different.”

“And you’re persistent. But I’m not here for any of that.” She gestured vaguely at his entire being.

Lando chuckled. “Noted. So, what are you here for?”

“My brother. Research. Maybe a snack.”

He tilted his head. “Research?”

“I’m in postgrad. Molecular biology.” She gave him a look. “That’s the study of very tiny things. Like your chances and dick.”

Lando whistled, genuinely impressed. “Brutal.”

“Honest,” she corrected, then raised a brow. “And yet, you’re still here.”

He shrugged. “I’m an optimist.”

“Must be exhausting.”

And yet... as she walked away with a perfectly timed pivot, Y/N felt it. That weird, fluttering, infuriating buzz in her stomach. Not nausea. Not anxiety.

Interest.

God help her.

She was in trouble.

-

Y/N had wandered off from Oscar after her snark-off with Lando, her heels clicking softly against the pavement as she slipped into the casual bustle of the McLaren garage.

It wasn’t stiff or uptight the way she’d half-expected. It felt... human. Laughter rang from a group of engineers huddled near a monitor. A young mechanic wiped his hands on a rag, grinning as someone handed him a coffee. She liked this. People who worked hard, spoke fast, and loved what they did.

She stepped into a small circle of staff sharing snacks by a fold-up table.

“Is that banana bread?” she asked, lips curved into an easy smile.

A blonde woman in a McLaren polo turned, brightening. “Yeah! I baked it last night. Want some?”

“Obviously,” Y/N said seriously, accepting a slice. “You’ve just instantly become my favorite person here. Sorry to everyone else.”

The group laughed, easing around her like she’d always been part of it. No awkward introductions. No ‘who is she?’ whispers. Just instant comfort, the kind she was so good at creating.

One of the older crew members raised an eyebrow. “You’re Oscar’s sister, right?”

“That’s the rumor,” she said, taking a bite. “Don’t hold it against me.”

Someone snorted. “Honestly, you’re already cooler.”

“That’s because you haven’t seen me trying to parallel park,” she said. “It evens out.”

She chatted with them for a while—asking about their roles, teasing the data analyst for choosing numbers over sleep, complimenting someone’s sneakers, laughing so genuinely that one of the interns looked a little starstruck.

“You’re not what I expected,” one of the women admitted after a while, sipping her drink.

“Oh really? Why's that??” Y/N arched a brow.

“Just... usually when someone’s related to a driver, they’re either intimidating or completely disinterested in the team. I mean, you should see some of the people who wander in here. They don't have a whiff of interest about what actually builds the car y'know? Just the flashy driver who drives and sometimes crashes it. But you’re—”

“Unreasonably obsessed with banana bread?” Y/N offered.

The woman laughed. “No. Just really warm.”

Y/N gave her a soft smile. “I like people who love what they do. You all work your asses off. You deserve to feel seen and I'm here to do just that. Like seriously I'm in a research position too. I know the reality of how many people it really takes to get anything done. ”

That was the thing about her. She didn’t try to win people over. She just noticed things. The subtle stuff. The nervous smile of an intern on their first day. The quiet pride in someone’s voice when they talked about tweaking tire strategy. She made them feel like they mattered.

And all the while, as she stood with her arms folded, leaning casually against a table, she let her eyes flick across the garage—

Lando.

He wasn’t being flashy. Wasn’t surrounded by fans or lights. Just... being him. He ruffled the hair of a younger mechanic who looked like he’d just joined, cracking a joke that made the guy laugh so hard he nearly dropped his clipboard. He waited for an older engineer to finish her sentence before responding—nodding like he actually cared, and not just because he had to. When someone spilled water near the rear tires, Lando knelt without hesitation to help mop it up.

He was annoyingly charismatic. In that ‘you’d-hate-it-if-it-wasn’t-so-genuine’ kind of way.

Y/N watched, casually sipping her drink, saying nothing.

“You’re looking at him,” the blonde woman beside her said suddenly.

Y/N’s lips twitched. “Am I?”

The woman smirked. “You didn’t blink for a full minute.”

“Maybe I was admiring the floor,” Y/N replied dryly. “Stunning linoleum work.”

The girl chuckled. “He’s a good one. Bit of a menace. But he remembers everyone’s birthdays and helps me fix my laptop when IT ghosts me.”

“Dangerous combination,” Y/N murmured. “Menace with emotional intelligence.”

Across the way, Lando caught her eye.

Just a flicker. Barely more than a moment.

But he winked.

She didn’t look away. Just tilted her head slightly and gave him a tiny smile. Not flirty. Not dismissive. Just... amused.

“I swear,” someone whispered, “he’s been on his best behavior since you walked in.”

“Maybe he’s just scared I’ll out-sarcasm him in public,” Y/N replied sweetly, brushing a crumb off her jumpsuit.

But as the group laughed again, falling back into easy conversation, she didn’t say another word about Lando.

Not one.

Just let her eyes drift now and then, as if noticing him had become a habit she didn’t quite want to break.

taglist: @landofotographyy @doofenshmirtzevil-inc @rd14

[formulafanfics13]

Max or toto Version of the George camera roll fic?🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Really appreciate how hard you work to keep us all well fed😅

keep your eyes on the camera - MV1 🔥

masterlist

Summary: In a secret, exclusive OnlyFans-style setup, you and Max Verstappen film another explicit session — this time with you riding him for the camera while he directs, praises, and wrecks you on tape. It's intimate, filthy, and charged with possessiveness, recorded just for you two but filmed like it's for the whole world. After you come, he takes control, fucks you hard on your back, and finishes on your face before the camera cuts. The night ends with soft aftercare and the kind of secret that binds you tighter than any contract.

Warnings: explicit sex, filmed sex, dom/sub dynamics, praise kink, slight degradation, dirty talk, recording for private OnlyFans content, rough sex, unprotected sex, face sitting, face fucking (implied), creampie, facial (cum), power dynamics, possessiveness, zoomed-in genital description, public fantasy, mutual consent check-ins, soft aftercare, intense intimacy. Heavy smut layered with emotional undercurrent — consensual, private, and deeply filthy.

The camera is already on when you walk into the bedroom. It’s positioned on the tripod across from the bed, steady, framed with precision, the same way it always is. A wide angle, fixed just enough to see the edge of the mattress, the curve of your waist when you kneel, the exact spot where Max will wreck you.

You glance at it. The red light is blinking. Recording. And he’s sitting on the bed, waiting.

Max looks up from his phone when you walk in. He’s shirtless, grey joggers low on his hips, mouth curling into that smirk that always makes your stomach twist.

“Took you long enough,” he says.

You shrug, playing innocent. “Had to fix my hair.”

Max’s eyes trail over you, the sheer black lingerie set, the undone robe, your bare feet.

“Hair looks good,” he murmurs. “Gonna look better when it’s fucked up.”

You bite your lip.

He pats his thigh. “Come here.”

You do. You climb into his lap slowly, straddling him with practiced ease, your knees pressing into the mattress. His hands find your waist the second you settle, dragging you closer, tugging the robe down your shoulders so he can see all of you.

“You ready?” he asks, voice low.

You glance at the camera, then back at him. “Always.”

He kisses you once, slow, deep, tongue brushing yours just enough to tease, then pulls back and brushes your hair behind your ear.

“Color?” he asks softly.

You smile. “Green.”

He nods. “Good girl.”

Then he turns toward the camera. All business. “Tonight’s content,” he says, his voice dropping into that low, Dutch-accented rumble that makes your thighs clench. “Is gonna be a little more personal.”

You know the tone. The this one’s for us tone.

He spreads his legs, adjusts your hips so you’re sitting right against his cock. You can feel how hard he is already, thick and heavy and pressed against the thin silk of your panties.

“Look at that,” he murmurs, eyes back on you. “You haven’t even touched me yet.”

You roll your hips once. Just to feel it. Max groans.

Then he grabs the camera remote and zooms in a little. The lens clicks softly as it refocuses on your bodies.

“You’re gonna ride me tonight,” he says, like a promise. “Nice and slow. Gonna let them see exactly how much you love it.”

You blink. “Them?”

He smirks. “The fans.”

Your body shivers. He always says that shit, like you’ve got an audience, like people are going to watch you fall apart on his cock. The truth is, maybe two or three people ever see the videos. A handful of subscribers on a burner OnlyFans with no promo and zero identifying details. But it doesn’t matter.

Because it turns you on anyway. Because it’s his idea. Because you like being his perfect little secret.

He hooks his thumbs into your panties, dragging them down slow. Lets them fall off your legs. Then he flips the robe off your shoulders and tosses it to the floor.

You’re bare now. Straddling him. Fully exposed on camera.

“Look at you,” Max murmurs, reaching for your hips again. “So fucking pretty like this.”

You moan as he starts to guide you back and forth, grinding against the thick outline of his cock beneath the joggers.

“Take it off,” you whisper.

He raises a brow. “What do we say?”

You pout. “Please.”

He chuckles. “Good girl.”

He lifts his hips and pushes his joggers down just enough to free his cock. You glance down instinctively. He’s already leaking.

Max catches the look and laughs. “You gonna sit on it or just stare?”

You answer by lifting yourself up, guiding him to your entrance, and sinking down slow.

You both groan at the stretch.

The camera captures all of it, the way your thighs tremble, the way your lips part, the way Max’s jaw tightens when you take every inch.

“Fuck,” he growls, gripping your hips. “That’s it.”

You roll your hips again, testing, finding the rhythm.

Max leans back, lets you take control, eyes half-lidded as he watches you ride him.

“Look at the camera.”

You do. And it’s filthy. The way your body moves. The bounce of your tits. The way you moan his name like it’s the only thing you’ve ever said.

“You like showing off?” Max asks. “Letting people see what’s mine?”

You nod, breathless. “Yes.”

He smirks. “Then make it worth their time.”

You grind harder. Faster. Start to build the rhythm he likes, that slow, deep, grinding pace that lets you feel every inch of him. He lets you work, doesn’t interfere. Just watches. Admires. Worships.

His hands trail up your sides, thumbs grazing your nipples. You gasp.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he says. “Bet they’re jerking off already.”

You moan, louder now. Embarrassed. Aroused. Dripping.

Max grabs the remote and zooms in on where your bodies are joined. His cock, thick and glistening, disappearing inside you over and over again.

He groans. “That’s my favorite view.”

You’re panting now. Close. Too close.

“Can I-?”

Max nods. “Yeah. Come for me, schatje. Let them see how pretty you are when you fall apart.”

You grind down once more, hard, deep, perfect.

And then it hits. You come with a strangled cry, thighs shaking, body arching into his. Max grabs the camera remote and holds the zoom. Keeps it steady. Records every twitch, every gasp, every clench of your pussy around his cock.

You collapse against his chest.

He kisses your neck, soft now. “You did so good.”

You smile, dazed. “Your turn.”

He flips you effortlessly, one motion, one blur, and you’re on your back now, legs spread, camera still rolling.

“You sure?”

You nod.

Max lines himself back up and thrusts in deep. You both moan. He fucks you harder this time. Rough. Claiming. Possessive.

“Look at that,” he pants. “Still so fucking wet for me.”

You gasp. “Max-fuck-”

He grabs one of your ankles and puts it over his shoulder, changing the angle. You scream.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Take it.”

The camera sees everything now. The angle. The stretch. The way he fucks you like he’s never going to stop.

You’re clinging to the sheets. Shaking. Ruined.

“Look at the camera,” he demands.

You do.

And you see it, the way your eyes glaze, the way your mouth is open, how raw and beautiful and fucked-out you look.

Max sees it too. “Wanna come on your face,” he grits out. “You okay with that?”

You nod. “Yes. Please.��

He pulls out and fists his cock fast, groaning loud as he finishes across your tits and throat and chin, streaks of cum dripping everywhere. He groans as he watches it. Watches you. Watches the camera. And then he hits stop.

The silence after is like a breath held too long. You lie there, panting, sticky, glowing. Max sets the camera down and comes back to you with a soft towel and gentle hands. Wipes your face. Kisses your forehead.

“You okay?”

You nod. “That was hot.”

He grins. “Wanna watch it back?”

You laugh. “Only if you edit it this time.”

Max kisses you again. “Deal.”

And when you fall asleep on his chest thirty minutes later, the camera is off, the footage is safe, and the secret stays yours. 

But you both know, no one else will ever fuck you like that. Not even close.

[hamilton-here]

𝑀𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒜 𝒩𝑒𝑒𝒹

Authors Note: Hi everyone! I hope you’re all well. Really appreciate the support. In honour of the Met Gala coming up here's something quick I wrote. Feel free to comment suggestion or advice below. Lots of love xx

Summary: After a glamorous night at the Met Gala. Lewis and his assistant share a quiet, intimate car ride back to the hotel, where the chemistry between them becomes undeniable and the line between professionalism and something more starts to blur.

Warnings: slight sexual content (first time properly writing something like this - I’m sorry if it’s bad)

MASTERLIST

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

You never intended to work in Formula 1. You weren’t into racing, didn’t know the drivers, and couldn’t tell you the difference between a Mercedes and a Ferrari.

But when a job offer landed in your inbox, personal assistant to Lewis Hamilton it felt too surreal to turn down.

The position was meant to be temporary. A few months. Media scheduling, flights and hotel bookings, the occasional errand. You were organized, unshakably calm, and not remotely dazzled by the celebrity.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

But working with Lewis meant entering his world, not the public one that flashed across headlines and magazine covers but the real one.

You saw him in the quiet hours before dawn, phone pressed to his ear as he strategised with engineers.

You watched him before race weekends, quiet and closed-off, the nerves settling deep in his shoulders.

You learned the rhythm of his silences, the way he’d absently scratch Roscoe behind the ears when things got overwhelming. You memorised how he took his tea with no sugar but with oat milk or sometimes chamomile when he couldn’t sleep.

You were there when he didn’t speak for hours after a tough qualifying. You were the one who quietly rerouted his flight after a brutal media day, booked the spa that helped him breathe again. You didn’t just work for Lewis, you started to understand him in and out.

And that scared you.

Because somewhere between early morning debriefs and late-night planning sessions, something shifted.

He noticed too.

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

It was the night of the Met Gala that things really began to change. The grand event was nothing like you had ever imagined.

The glamor, the flashing cameras, the laughter, and the chatter. Lewis stood out effortlessly in his custom Valentino suit, the kind of outfit that commanded attention.

You on the other hand, were supposed to blend into the background, as you had so many times before. Clipboard in hand, headset clipped to your ear, double-checking logistics while the world’s eyes focused on him. You were just the assistant, the one who made sure everything ran smoothly behind the scenes.

But that night was different. The clock was ticking down to the event, the last-minute adjustments were being made and then, of course, the dreaded moment you’d hoped to avoid.

His stylist, the one person who was supposed to make sure everything was perfect, had suddenly bailed. And there you were, standing outside the dressing room, catching your breath as the final piece of the puzzle unraveled.

Lewis was standing there, suit jacket half-buttoned, frustration evident on his face. He wasn’t in a panic, but the nerves were starting to show. His sharp eyes flicked to you, but it was more of a passing glance than anything.

“Hey, um, cou - could you - ?” He gestured awkwardly at the final button on his shirt. “It’s just this one. The stylist isn’t here and she usually does it for me.”

The request caught you off guard, but you nodded without thinking moving toward him. You weren’t sure why you were the one chosen for this, but it felt like something beyond mere convenience. You grabbed the button of his shirt, adjusting it carefully your fingers brushing the fabric, the sensation strange but familiar in the most unspoken of ways.

As your hands moved, his eyes followed you in the mirror. There was a weight in the room that you couldn’t quite place.

His eyes flickered to meet yours, and for a moment the world outside the room felt muted. The bustling Met Gala, the celebrities and the flashing lights. It all faded as you met his gaze in that reflection.

“You’re the only one who doesn’t treat me like a brand,” he said softly, voice quiet but meaningful. “Like I’m just a thing to be managed.”

You froze for a moment, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. The weight of his words, the vulnerability laced in them, had you questioning everything you thought you knew about him. You had seen him at his best and at his worst. But this side of him which was raw, honest, and real was something you hadn’t expected.

“I’m just doing my job,” you replied, your voice steady, but it didn’t feel like a proper answer. Not to him. Not to you.

He smiled, but it wasn’t one of those bright, confident smiles you saw in the press. It was softer, as if he trusted you just a little bit. “I think you’re doing more than that,” he said quietly, more to himself.

You finished buttoning his shirt, but the air between you was different now. You could feel it in your bones the electric charge, the soft pull that existed just beneath the surface. There was an understanding between the two of you now, one that transcended your official roles. He wasn’t just the superstar you worked for. In that moment he was a person. And so were you.

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

Later that evening, after the cameras had moved on and the guests began to trickle out the night took another turn.

The Met Gala was winding down, the last few drinks were being poured and the air was thick with glitz and glamour. But Lewis, ever the enigma seemed content to slip out of the spotlight for a while.

You caught him in a quieter corner of the venue, away from the crowds with his gaze lost in the distance. He wasn’t checking his phone, nor was he concerned with anything happening around him. He seemed to be peaceful, a stark contrast to the image the world often had of him.

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

The car ride back to the hotel was quiet, the sounds of the city night and the hum of the engine the only things filling the space.

The lights illuminating outside the window blurred as you sat in the backseat, a space across from him. But it felt much farther. The weight of the evening had settled in, and despite the extravagant event you both seemed to want the silence. The peace, of some kind, after the madness of the Met Gala.

Lewis leaned back in his seat, his hand resting lightly on the leather armrest. His tie had been loosened, the top button of his shirt undone, his usually impeccable appearance now slightly disheveled and somehow that made him seem more human. More real. The shift in his demeanor from the confident, public figure to this softer quieter version of himself was disarming.

You had expected him to be a little more distant on the ride back, maybe pulling back into that headspace he often retreated into before a race or a big media moment. But he didn’t. He didn’t close off. Instead, he turned his head slightly, catching your eyes.

“Are you okay?” His voice was low, thoughtful, with an edge of concern.

You blinked, unsure of what to say, but the honesty in his voice made it easy. “Yeah. It’s just been a long day I guess.”

He nodded slowly, a slight frown tugging at his lips. His gaze shifted back to the window, staring out at the streetlights passing by.

There was something unspoken between you two now. Something that wasn’t in the official brief of your job description. It was more than professional. It was now personal.

And somehow, it wasn’t as easy to pretend anymore that it didn’t affect you.

The car slowed as it approached the hotel entrance, the driver signaling for the valet. The movement broke the fragile silence between you, but it didn’t entirely end it. When the car stopped and the door opened, you both stepped out. The cool night breeze hit your skin like a jolt of reality.

You waited for him, your heels clicking against the pavement as you followed him into the hotel lobby.

His usual confidence was there but there was something else, something more grounded and more real about him tonight. The public face was gone, and in its place, there was the man behind it. The man you had been getting to know more and more in the past few months.

Once you reached the elevator, the ride up was equally silent. You pressed the button to his floor, and as the doors closed there was a tension in the air that neither of you could ignore. His hand rested against the railing, fingers tapping lightly and you couldn’t help but glance at him. Wondering to yourself what he was thinking.

When the doors opened, the silence was almost deafening as the two of you stepped out walking down the hallway. His room was just a few doors down and you both made your way toward it, the quiet hanging between you.

And then, in a split second something shifted again. Lewis stopped in front of his door, his back to the frame. His eyes locked with yours, and for the first time that night there was no rush. No distractions. No outside noise. Just the two of you.

It was subtle at first, just the way he turned his body slightly toward you with the slight tilt of his head. But then it happened, as if some invisible force was drawing you together. You took a step closer, and your breath caught in your throat.

He didn’t say anything. Didn’t have to. His eyes were searching yours, asking without words if it was okay. If this was okay.

And somehow, you knew. You knew it was. That small, quiet space between you both where the walls you had built up around your professional roles fell away, revealed a rawness neither of you had expected. It felt like you were meeting him for the first time all over again this time, in a way that was far more vulnerable.

Before you could second-guess it, before the noise of the world could creep back in. You closed the gap between you, leaning forward slowly. His lips met yours tentative at first, like you were both testing the waters. But there was no hesitation after that. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as you melted into the kiss. The soft pressure of his lips giving way to something deeper as he let out a small groan.

There was no rush. No expectation. Just the quiet understanding that this moment belonged to the two of you.

When the kiss finally broke with a string of saliva connected, you were both breathless, your forehead resting gently against his. His hands stayed on your back, warm and grounding. Keeping you close.

Neither of you moved for a moment, just savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. The Met Gala, the bright lights, the hustle it all seemed miles away now. In that small, dimly lit hallway there was only him and only you.

Lewis’s voice broke the silence, his words barely above a whisper. “I’m not sure how to do this,” he confessed, his hand gently brushing the hair from your face, his touch almost reverent.

“You don’t have to know,” you whispered back. “We’ll figure it out.”

The words hung in the air, a promise of something unknown but worth exploring. You were no longer just his assistant. And he was no longer the 7x formula 1 champion you worked for.

For the first time, you were just two people. Two people who had been orbiting each other for so long, without really seeing it. Until now.

Without saying anything more, he gently guided you to his room, the door clicking softly behind you.

The world outside, with all its expectations and roles, faded into the background. And all that remained was the quiet understanding that this was a beginning.

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

The golden lamplight painted the space in warm hues, casting soft shadows that danced along the walls. But you weren’t looking at the room. You were only looking at him.

Lewis stood in front of you, holding your hand like he wasn’t quite ready to let go. His eyes searched yours, as if needing to be sure you were really there. Not as his assistant, not as a part of the job but as you.

You stepped closer until there was barely any space left. Your other hand came up to rest against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your palm.

Your lips found each other again, but this time slower, deeper. Not rushed. Not frantic. Just full of everything you couldn’t say. His hands came up to cradle your face as if he was memorising every inch of it, like he was afraid this would all disappear if he blinked.

He pulled you closer until you were pressed against him. The kiss turning softer, more reverent. A shared inhale. A shared exhale. Like he was breathing for you and you for him.

When he finally pulled back, he didn’t say a word just looked at you like you were the most delicate and important thing in the world. And then, with a quiet gentleness that undid you completely he guided you toward the bed, never breaking eye contact.

Lewis’s chest rise and fell rapidly as he laid you down, his usual confident composure crumbling in a second. His fingers traced your jawline starring into your eyes softly as if asking if you wanted this. With a slightly nod his fingers trembled undressing you, revealing your skin.

His body pressed against yours, every muscle tense with restrained passion as he fights the urge to take you completely.

[anomaly-hivemind]

Whose Better ☆ Gang orca x Reader x Shishido | Kinktober Day 18

Summary: It had all started over a simple joke you had said absentmindedly.

Word Count: 1081

Tags: spitroasting, large cock, roughsex, non-human genitalia, rivals with benefits,

It had all started over a simple joke you had said absentmindedly, and now the two heroes were fighting each other like they tend to already do, but now there was an added match you had thrown into the fires of their rivalry.   This is how you ended up in this oversized bed, stripped of your clothes and sandwiched between the pro heroes.  

"It's not like you get with many women anyway," Shishido said while holding your hips and grinding into you a little. Whether it was intentional or not, you can’t tell them again. You don’t mind the feeling. 

"I can actually satisfy women the first time around, but you can't say the same. "  Sakamata said he was holding one of your legs open; you look over to him before talking. 

“You must be around each other a LOT to know these things so well.” You muttered to yourself more than you did to them because neither of them was listening to you.

Couldn't help but think or at least assume that these two had some kind of relationship beyond just their rivalry.  The comments and verbal jabs to each seem too personal, too intimate, and a bit private. You wouldn't even be surprised if these two have done countless other things besides fight and bicker behind closed doors. Their tension goes beyond whose better than you were certain.  You were merely an outlet that they intended to use in the current situation. 

Another thing that you didn’t mind about this whole situation was  They were both rather entertaining, and the way they sandwiched your naked body kept you nice and warm as well.   

“I've never seen you remotely have a partner” Shishido gives Sakamata a shit-eating grin and pulls you back onto him. Your body is tilted to that unbalanced angle. 

“ Obviously, I wouldn't be flaunting them around public spaces for their safety, use your head”  Gangorca scolded him as if he had been tried by a toddler.

“He does have a point,” You murmured, but this time, your comment did catch their attention.

“Whose side are you on!” shishido moves back, and you get ready to fall backward onto the bed.

“Obviously, the one common sense.”  Sakamata catches you and holds you against his exposed chest, his large hands holding on to you firmly. Where did his shirt go? You don't know…

“That's supposed to be you.”  Shishido yanks you from Sakamata, and you let out a dry ow as you get jostled back and forth

“Do you really want me to answer that…” You've got a little dizzy from  being somewhat aggressively shaken between the two men.

“Fuck…me” You huff, and the shaking of your body stops, and with that, your dizziness with it.

“That's a good idea. Then we can prove who's really the better one.” Shishido started to strip out of his clothes to become as naked as you are.

“Wait, what?” You didn't actually process what he said, and you're not too sure if you understood him correctly. What are they doing?

“This is one way to prove things.” Sakamata takes off his pants and undergarments. Are you really about to witness a literal dick-measuring contest?  You were watching the two as they had left you sitting on the bed so they could compare sizes. It was completely ridiculous. 

“You know that isn't going to prove much of anything right. Especially if your goal is to please women.”  They both seem to think about your words for a short moment.

“Guess you'll be what proves who's better,” they kind of said in a messy version of unison as they walked towards you with a new look at determination, hunger and desire.

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“Yeah, this will show you who the best really is,” Shishido groaned as he thrusted into your mouth. Your head rested on his raised leg as he fucked your mouth at an angle.  He gave you little time to adjust before he was roughly pushing into your mouth.  Not that you were complaining,

“We’ll see about that” Sakamata held your hip as his thick but slim cock filled you up before being pulled all the way out of you.

  You were on cloud nine, if not a bit overwhelmed. Once you get used to the completely different rhythms pounding into you, they will switch something up.  They both pull away from you and flip you on your back, Sakamata crossing your legs over your stomach an fucking into your lifted cunt. With Shishido slapping his dick on top of your face before jerking on top of you. You look up and feel the need to stir the pot.

“Who's better at kissing?” You smirk and move, quickly taking Shishido back into the depths of your mouth.  

“How the hell are we supposed to do that when you're sucking dick?!” Shishido let out a cursed moan, feeling your mouth wrapped around his length.

“She wants us to decide that, obviously.”  He rams his hips into you before grabbing the other man's shoulder.

“I'll show you!” They moved closer together, which only moved them deeper into you from opposite ends.

Before you knew it, when you looked back up after being lost in your own head, you saw the two rivals locking lips. As they pushed your body back and forth, Sakamata and Shishido’s tongues twirled around each other. The kiss was passionate and heated, the kind that certainly led to third base if you ignored the fact that you all were already there. 

When they pulled apart, a string of saliva connected their lips, and you could hear their low growls. They exchanged words, each claiming that each one was the better kisser before that went back in for another, seemingly needing more judgment.

Just when you were about to come, they pulled out and jerked above you. Your hands traveled down to your cunt, teasing and circling it until your legs tensed and shook, and you released the waves of ecstasy upon yourself. A wanton moan escaped your mouth. You could hear their moans above you as pleasure coursed through your being. Warm spurts on cum decorated your body as the two pros worked out their semen above you.

After the three of you caught your breath, the two pros looked down at you expectantly, waiting for any answer to the question that had slipped your mind for a moment.

“Would you guys be mad if I said it was a tie?”

[srslyblvck]

the devil you know, avengers

pairing: avengers x fem!reader, bucky x fem!reader

synopsis: the avengers seem really desperate as they come to you—the person who went under their skin like no one else to help them win against hydra. while they are walking on eggshells around you, you are having fun causing chaos.

warnings: mentions of y/n (maybe), blood, violence, gore

word count: 2.1k

chapter: 2/?

author's note: i had so much fun while writing this chapter :)

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ THE QUINJET HUMMED AS it soared through the night sky, carrying you and the rest of the Avengers toward the Hydra base. You were seated across from Natasha, who had given you a black tactical suit to wear. The material was sleek, flexible, and perfect for slipping into shadows—fitting, considering your abilities. Still, you made sure to comment on it.

"Nice touch, Romanoff," you said with a teasing smile, adjusting the snug collar. "It’s almost like you dressed me yourself."

Natasha rolled her eyes but didn’t respond. She hadn’t spoken much since the briefing, and you could feel the tension in the air—more specifically, the tension around you.

The cuffs around your wrists clinked lightly every time you moved, and you'd spent the entire ride making sure everyone was reminded of your presence. You shifted, tapped, and stretched, leaning back with your arms out, just enough to get on everyone's nerves.

Tony groaned, eyes narrowing. “Would you knock it off? You’ve got five minutes left with those things—can’t you just sit still?”

You smirked. “You know me, Stark. Sitting still isn’t really my thing.”

Bucky, sitting near the door, watched you closely, his arms crossed. He hadn’t said much either, but his eyes never left you for long. You could feel the distrust radiating off him like heat from a fire.

When the quinjet finally touched down on a remote hillside just outside the Hydra base, the cargo doors hissed open, revealing a dense forest bathed in darkness. Everyone moved quickly, preparing for the mission. The Hydra base was hidden beneath the ground, concealed by a thin veil of technology and nature, but you could feel it—the faint flicker of light inside, fighting against the darkness you so easily commanded.

Bucky approached you as the others stepped off the jet. He didn’t say anything at first, just moved to unlock the cuffs on your wrists. His metal arm gleamed in the low light, the sound of the release mechanism echoing faintly in the night air.

“Don’t do anything stupid that you’ll regret,” Bucky said, his voice low and gravelly.

You tilted your head, giving him a sly smile as you felt the cuffs release. The rush hit you instantly—like blood returning to your veins, like slipping into an old coat that fit perfectly. Your power flowed back, and you felt the shadows around you flicker and shift, reacting to your presence. The darkness was yours again.

“Oh, Barnes,” you said, flexing your fingers, feeling the cold night air against your skin. “Stupid’s kind of my specialty. But regret? Never.”

He didn’t look amused, but then again, Bucky never looked amused. His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before he turned to join the others.

You took a step forward, rolling your shoulders, testing your limbs now that you were free. It felt good, like stretching after a long sleep.

Natasha stood near the front of the team, her eyes on the base. You walked up to her with a casual stride, glancing at the weaponry strapped to her hips.

“Got a spare firearm?” you asked, nodding at her holsters.

Natasha turned, giving you a skeptical look. “You’ve got powers. Why would you need a gun?”

You let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking your head in mock disappointment. “Powers are great and all, but you know what really matters? Aesthetics.”

Before she could respond, Tony chimed in from behind you. “Romanoff, give her something. If this goes sideways, we might as well let her feel like she looks cool while screwing it up.”

Natasha hesitated, then, with visible reluctance, pulled a shotgun from her stash and handed it to you. “Try not to shoot yourself with it.”

You grinned, slinging the shotgun over your shoulder with a dramatic flourish. “Oh, Natasha, you do spoil me. Thanks, darling.”

She gave you a withering look but said nothing, turning back to focus on the mission.

Tony approached next, handing you a small earpiece. “Here,” he said, his tone exasperated but professional. “If you need backup, just call for it. Don’t try to play the hero.”

You took the earpiece, but instead of inserting it right away, you examined it like it was some sort of toy, twirling it between your fingers. Then you smiled up at him, that same teasing grin you’d perfected over the years. “How cute. I didn’t know you cared, Stark.”

Before Tony could reply, you slid the earpiece into your ear and turned on your heel, walking toward the treeline. “Don’t miss me too much, alright?”

You didn’t wait for a response. With a snap of your fingers, you let the shadows rise around you, blending into the darkness like it was second nature. The shadows welcomed you, embracing you like an old friend as you slipped into them, disappearing from sight in an instant.

The Hydra base lay ahead, hidden beneath layers of security, but you could already feel it pulsing in the distance—a flicker of light surrounded by the dark. And you? You were the storm coming for them. You let yourself smile as you moved through the trees, becoming one with the night.

Behind you, the Avengers might’ve been watching, ready for you to betray them at any second. But tonight wasn’t about them. Tonight was about you and the game. You were in control. And Hydra? They had no idea what was coming.

As you approached the perimeter, the lights from the base seemed dimmer, weaker. You reached out, letting your power flow through the air, extending your reach into the heart of the shadows. The guards posted around the base were oblivious to your presence as you slid past them, their own shadows swallowing them whole.

Inside the base, you could feel it—the pulse of energy Hydra was harnessing. The faint whisper of something dark and powerful hidden within their walls. It tugged at your senses, calling to you, daring you to dive deeper.

A shotgun over your shoulder, shadows at your command, and a grin on your face—you moved forward with purpose.

The Hydra base was dimly lit, cold, and sterile, like something out of a bad spy movie. You were barely inside when the first agent spotted you. He didn’t even get the chance to yell. The shadows wrapped around him, pulling him into the darkness, muffling his voice. By the time his partner turned to see what happened, it was already too late.

You stepped forward, emerging from the shadows like a nightmare come to life, and grinned at the remaining guard, his eyes widening in horror.

“Boo,”

He reached for his gun, but you were faster. A flick of your wrist sent the shadows curling around his legs, tripping him before he could fire a single shot. You stepped over him with a casual stride, hands in your pockets, barely breaking a sweat.

The base was crawling with more agents, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you were counting on it.

Two more Hydra goons rounded the corner, guns raised, but the lights above them flickered once—then went out. When the darkness swallowed them, you grinned, letting the shadows dance around their feet. They fired blindly into the void, but the bullets only hit walls and air.

“Really?” you called out, your voice echoing through the corridor. “Is that the best you’ve got?”

One of them screamed as you appeared behind him, yanking his feet out from under him with a tendril of shadow. He slammed into the floor with a satisfying thud.

“Seriously,” you continued, stepping over him, “I was expecting more from Hydra. What is this, amateur hour?”

The second agent started running, which only made it more fun. You sent a wave of darkness after him, snaking through the corridor like a living thing, wrapping around his ankles and dragging him back toward you. He struggled, but it was no use.

“Don’t worry,” you said, leaning down as he thrashed in the shadows. “I’ll make this quick.”

You knocked him out cold, giving him a pat on the head before continuing deeper into the base.

A few minutes later, you found the room you were looking for: a small, unassuming office with a row of computers humming softly. Hydra always made things so obvious. You slipped inside, closing the door behind you, and pulled out the little USB drive Tony had given you.

The computer’s interface glowed as you inserted the drive, and the transfer began. A small progress bar appeared on the screen, ticking upward at a frustratingly slow pace.

“Well, this is thrilling,” you muttered, leaning against the desk, tapping your fingers on the wood as you waited. You clicked on your earpiece. “So, what’s for dinner?”

“Focus,” Steve’s voice came through, clipped and serious.

You smirked. “I am focused, Rogers. I’m just multitasking. But I’m thinking Chinese takeout would be a good call. Just not Panda Express, okay? I know a better place.”

There was a long pause, then, faintly, you heard Tony mumble, “Yeah, I’m with them on that. Panda’s overrated.”

You grinned to yourself. “See? Stark knows what’s up.”

“You’re supposed to be downloading classified data, not planning dinner,” Steve’s voice cut in, clearly irritated.

“Right, right,” you replied, waving your hand even though no one could see you. The download bar hit 100%, and the drive ejected with a satisfying ping. “And, done. That was almost too easy. You guys could’ve handled this on your own. But, noooo, you had to drag me into it. Starting to think you’re all just being lazy.”

You pocketed the drive and headed for the door, feeling pretty good about yourself when you suddenly heard footsteps. Lots of footsteps.

Your grin widened.

“Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Clint’s voice came through your earpiece, a bit cautious. “What’s with that tone? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing,” you said, your heart picking up pace with excitement. “There’s just more Hydra agents. A lot more. You know, enough to make it interesting.”

Steve’s voice was all business, as usual. “Get out. Now.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing the door open and stepping into the corridor. “Oh, come on, Capsicle. Don’t be such a buzzkill. I’ve been so good all night. Let me have a little fun.”

“Don’t push it!” Steve barked.

But you ignored him, slipping back into the shadows as the agents came barreling down the hallway toward you. This was what you lived for. The thrill, the chaos, the rush of power as the darkness around you stirred like it was alive.

Cut to the quinjet, where the rest of the Avengers were waiting. Clint sat in his usual seat, casually spinning an arrow between his fingers, while Sam and Tony stood near the back, discussing strategy—or at least pretending to. Steve paced near the front, arms crossed, clearly agitated that you hadn’t followed his orders.

“I told her to get out,” Steve muttered, glancing at Tony. “Why won’t she ever listen?”

“Because she's a pain in the ass,” Tony replied with a shrug, leaning against the wall. “We all knew that when we brought her in.”

Before anyone could respond, you suddenly appeared out of nowhere, materializing from the shadows in the corner of the quinjet, covered head to toe in blood.

Clint jumped, nearly falling off his seat. “What the hell?!”

Sam, startled, took a step back. “Jeez! A little warning next time, maybe?”

Even Tony, who prided himself on being unflappable, blinked in surprise, his eyes widening for just a split second before he regained his composure. “Well, that’s one way to make an entrance.”

You grinned, casually wiping some blood from your cheek as you tossed the shotgun over to Natasha, who caught it without a word. “Thanks for the loaner. Worked like a charm.”

Then, with a smirk, you pulled the USB drive from your pocket and handed it to Tony. “Here’s your data. Told you it was easy. Seriously, you guys need to stop being so lazy.”

Tony took the drive but didn’t respond right away. The rest of the team was still staring at you, processing the sight of you standing there, nonchalant, drenched in blood, like you’d just walked out of an action movie.

You plopped down in one of the seats, kicking your feet up onto the table in front of you, clearly satisfied with yourself. “So… about that Chinese takeout?”

No one said a word. The quinjet was silent as the team tried to wrap their heads around what just happened.

You just smiled, closing your eyes as you leaned back, perfectly at ease.

Mission accomplished.

dividers by @dollywons

[changingplumbob]

First Round - Day five (Chloe group)

The Chloe group are lucky last, meaning they've had some extra time to get to know each other before this. Tensions still exist though as some personalities clash.

Callie: This is so exciting! This place looks amazing

Apolline: I think it needs work. A lot of work

Billie: I suppose you're used to a higher standard?

Elise: It's a lot nicer than some places I've been let me tell you

Hana: I hope we get some free time to paint. At the moment the schedule seems pretty tight

Lara: We have some free time now don't we?

Callie: Yeah but we should be bonding and getting to know each other

Apolline: Why would we want that

Billie: Maybe you don't understand Callie but this is meant to be a competition

Lara: Why would you say that? We don't need to kill the vibe

Hana: Maybe not all of us feel as relaxed about the situation as you are Lara

Elise: You know what's relaxing? The onsen in Mt Komorebi

Hana: I think I'm going to go unpack

Elise: I'll come with, I've got the room beside yours

...

Callie: I know it's a competition but it doesn't mean we can't be friends... does it?

Billie: I didn't mean to sound quite that harsh

Apolline: *scoffs* You really want to befriend 29 woman chasing the same person you are?

Lara: You make it sound so cut throat Apolline. Maybe not everyone thinks the way you do. We should try and be friendly

Hana: Now where do you suppose the remote would be?

Hana decided that she didn't want to be overly social that morning and instead chose to watch some sports on TV after unpacking.

Apolline: I can be friendly! I love your... green?

Lara: *smiling* See now Polly, we're getting along great

Apolline: *seething at being called Polly*

Elise: So what did I miss

Callie: Nothing much. Can you tell us about one of your adventures?

Billie: Yes! I'd love to hear more of your travels

At lunch Deanna appeared to say hello to everyone and see how they were settling in.

Deanna: Are you doing okay?

Apolline: Yes. Deanna you look tres jolie in that shirt

Deanna: *smiling* Thanks. But really is it going okay

Hana: Things are bound to be awkward while we adjust right

Lara: Some things are bumpy but we're getting through it

Hana: I said that

Lara: I'm just trying to make conversation

Callie: The rooms are lovely

Billie: And the views are so inspiring

Elise: I love it here but I do miss home

Apolline: Deanna you must come visit Champs Le Sims, you as well Hana

Hana: I've heard the galleries there are impressive

Billie: I'd love to see them to

The rest of lunch is filled with jokes and laughter. Despite initial clashes these contestants do seem to want to understand each other.

Lara (voiceover): Things may have got tense this morning but it's nothing I can't handle. You don't get to be a party animal without learning how to handle an awkward situation. Apolline seems like she likes us, but it also feels like maybe she's liking us against her better judgement? I don't know. I decided to polish my charisma today, that way I can help diffuse any other arguments that might pop up

Elise (voiceover): It was a lot of fun talking about my travels with the others. Apolline didn't seem too impressed by the places I chose to visit but I think she respects my determination. There was an awkward moment with Apolline and Callie for sure though, and Billie. I think they just need to size each other up and move forward, eyes on the prize. I chose to practice video gaming for skill time, it was good to unwind

Callie (voiceover): So maybe I was a little bit naive thinking everyone would want to make friends. I just thought there's only so many people who do these kind of things, who else would best know what we're going through than a fellow competitor? At least Lara seems welcoming, and hey maybe the others just need to get to know me. I picked charisma to work on for the afternoon, I could do with less social slip ups

Hana (voiceover): I tried to tell myself not to be annoyed at Lara just because she was number one... but my hot-headedness got me. Hopefully she's cool enough to forgive it though because yeah... I do have to admit she seems pretty awesome. I think it was right to do some sports watching before lunch though, helped get me in a better place to chat. For the skill time I picked videogaming. I'm interested to see what challenge it's recommended for

Apolline (voiceover): I mean... I'm trying to overcome quite a bit right now. I do think it might seem like I'm cold but I'm being realistic. We can't all win. Deanna is only picking me- I mean, one of us. I don't know about you but I would rather not befriend people I know are flirting with the same person as me. How can you establish trust? I picked charisma to work on, not that I really need to, but it does seem like a skill that will be essential in the villa

Billie (voiceover): I didn't mean to be rude to Callie, she just doesn't seem like a serious competitor. But after I snapped she looked like a puppy someone had pushed in a puddle. So I backtracked and tried to patch it up, hopefully she's not the kind to hold grudges. Lunch was fun, it would be nice to visit Champs Le Sims one day if Apolline ever deems me worthy of invitation. For skills I chose charisma, I'm going to need it

For dinner Deanna made some Chicken Saltimbocca.

Apolline: Merci! Some real food

Billie: Thanks Deanna

Deanna: You're welcome

Elise: It tastes really nice, what brand of nectar did you use?

Deanna: Uhh, the one in the cupboard?

Lara: Brands don't always tell you how good the nectar will be

Hana: I didn't realise you drank nectar

Lara: I don't much but I know how to navigate behind the bar

Apolline: A useful skill?

Lara: It can be. Sometimes your ordered mixologist will not appear and you need to keep the party going

Callie: I've never really been to many parties

Elise: I've been to parties on almost every continent

Billie: Gosh this sunset is just gorgeous

Hana: I know! I wish I had my full set of paints to capture it

Following the cleaning up, Deanna invites the women to watch a movie with her. While most seem excited at the idea of a film in a language that is not English, Lara is skeptical and Callie is worried.

Callie: Will there be subtitles? We can have subtitles right?

Deanna: Absolutely

Apolline: Disappointed Lara?

Lara: Huh? No, I just prefer action films not drama

Billie: I saw a review of this one but have yet to watch

Hana: Shhh, it's starting

Despite her initial hesitation Callie gets drawn in to the film, crying along with Elise at the sad moments.

Deanna: *sniffling* I don't have a good feeling

Billie: I think they'll make it through this, they're so cute

Hana: Maybe but the lighting says not

Lara: Apolline do you have to cry quite so loud

Apolline: *loud sobs and words in French*

When the film has concluded absolutely everyone headed off to bed despite there being some socialisation time with Deanna left. Emotional films can take a physical toll though so maybe that's why everyone had to rest up?

Sims created by: @belsasim, @igglemouse, @invisiblequeen, @paracosmic-sims, @perolesims (@peroleeesims), @simscici

[hearts4sturn]

CAUGHT IN A LIE — M.STURNIOLO

pairing: heartthrob!matt x fem!reader synopsis: y/n was forced to attend a fraternity party after losing a bet to her friend. she was awkward—never quite sure how to handle parties like this. when a guy (who clearly couldn’t take a hint) kept flirting with her, she found herself unable to say no. matt, thinking he was doing her a favor, stepped in and claimed they were dating. but word spread fast around the university, leaving them no choice but to keep up the lie. warnings: lowercase intended, angst, alcohol, mentions of sex

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ONE: HELPING HAND

i don’t even know how i ended up here. one second, i was at home, tucked into the couch with evelyn, playing a heated game of uno, the kind of game where every draw of a card feels like the weight of the universe is in your hands, and now here i am, shoved into the corner of some god-awful frat party i never wanted to attend in the first place. the air is thick with noise—people shouting, stumbling, laughing—the kind of chaos designed to make any thought feel like a luxury. one minute, i was laughing over a stupid card game, completely in my element, and the next, i’m desperately trying not to get knocked into the bathroom wall by a group of guys who can’t even stand straight, let alone respect personal space.

and the bathroom... jesus. i’m pretty sure i just heard someone violently puking, or worse, a group of people going at it like the walls aren’t even there. honestly, i’m really hoping for the former. but who knows at this point? this place is so far removed from anything resembling comfort, i’m not even sure i remember what it felt like to be at ease anymore.

evelyn vanished the moment we walked through the door. she’d made some excuse about grabbing us drinks, and just like that, she was gone—swept away by the sea of bodies that moved like waves in the night. before i could even blink, she was gone. now, i’m left here, alone in this mess, surrounded by noise, spilled beer, and the occasional burst of laughter that seems to slice through the chaos and leave me wondering if i’m supposed to laugh too. but i’m not. i’m not laughing.

a few hours ago, evelyn and i were sitting at her kitchen table, doing what we always did—playing uno, fiercely competitive but also completely ridiculous. we were so into it that we started betting on the outcome. if i won, she’d owe me ice cream the next day. if she won, i had to come to this godforsaken party. guess who lost?

i glance down at my pink-banded apple watch. 1:48 a.m. the glow of the screen is a small beacon of normalcy in the otherwise dim room, a momentary escape from the pandemonium that surrounds me.

i should be in bed by now, under my blankets, the comforting weight of my pink bunny jellycat—daisy—clutched to my chest, lost in the warmth of sleep. but no. i had to lose that stupid bet, and here i am, dragged into a house full of strangers, unable to escape. evelyn keeps telling me i need to "get out more," like one night of forced socializing can make up for the fact that i’m more of a "stay-in-and-watch-movies" kind of person.

i sigh and adjust my grip on my phone, as if it could somehow make me blend into the background. since i’m already here, might as well make the best of it, right? free drinks and all that… not that they matter. i’m not much of a drinker. the last time i had alcohol was sophomore year, when i was trying way too hard to fit in with a group of people who, in retrospect, weren’t even worth the effort.

i make my way over to the "bar area" (which, realistically, is just the kitchen) and scan the cooler for something that won’t make me immediately regret every life decision. i settle on a can of seltzer, the safe, boring choice. i know, i know—seltzer at a frat party? it’s practically a joke. but the other options are beer or straight vodka, and neither of those are even remotely appetizing. just thinking about them makes my stomach twist in protest.

i crack open the can of grapefruit seltzer and take a sip. it’s not terrible. fruity, refreshing, but with that aftertaste of something faintly bitter—something that reminds me of why i don’t drink. i can live with it, though. no rush to finish it. no rush to do anything.

i lean back against the edge of the kitchen island, trying to ground myself in the scene around me. the place is packed, like sardines in a can. people are everywhere, weaving between each other like they’re moving to the beat of the music. the bass is heavy, vibrating the very air around me, making everything feel a little too close. i watch a group of people in the middle of the room, swaying and jumping, their movements messy but carefree. they don’t seem to care about anything—who’s watching, how they look. it’s almost impressive, the way they can let go like that, as if there’s nothing to hold them back.

in the corner, there’s a small crowd gathered around a few people slumped against the wall. some are puking, the aftermath of too many shots, while others either try to comfort them or laugh way too loudly, as though this is just another funny party moment. it’s not. but you wouldn’t guess that by the way they’re acting.

a few feet away, another group is playing the usual party games—spin the bottle, truth or dare, all the clichés. it almost feels like a movie scene, like this is what people do at parties when they want to have fun. for a second, it looks like it might actually be fun. but then i remember—i’d rather not end up doing something humiliating in front of a bunch of strangers. not tonight. not ever.

and then, of course, there are the frat guys. the ones who think they’re the life of the party, yelling "oh!" and "woo!" every time they sink a ball in beer pong. it’s obnoxious, like they’re competing to see who can be the loudest, the most noticeable. i don’t even get it. it’s just a game. but whatever. they’re probably compensating for something.

i take another sip of my seltzer, just as a guy steps into my line of sight. i don’t even have to see his face to know exactly what he’s going to do. god, please, not now.

“standing here all alone? this party not fun for you?”

well, fuck.

“uh…” i look down at my shoes, hoping he’ll get the hint and move on.

i’m not great at talking to strangers. that’s always evelyn’s job. but right now, she’s nowhere to be found.

“you’re a shy one, aren’t ya?” he says, his smirk annoyingly self-satisfied. he hooks his finger under my chin and lifts my head, forcing me to look at him.

“sorry, ‘m not interested,” i mumble, swatting his finger away, hoping he’ll take the hint.

“oh, come on, sweetheart,” he whines, his teasing tone dripping with too much confidence. “just follow me, and i’ll show you a little fun,” he winks, and it’s so cringe-worthy that i almost physically recoil.

before i can even respond, a voice cuts through the air, sharp and commanding.

“yo, daniel, back off of my girl.”

my girl? what the hell is this guy talking about? since when did i become anyone’s girl? who even claims people like that?

i glance around, searching for the source of the voice.

there, behind me, stands matt. as cliché as it might sound, he and his brothers have a sort of legendary status around the university, each of them distinct in their own way. take nick, for example—he was the kind of guy everyone gravitated towards. always smiling, always talking to someone, with that easygoing personality that made him approachable. he was the guy you could go to if you needed a favor, someone to listen to your problems without judgment. he was, essentially, the human equivalent of a shoulder to lean on.

then there was chris. the classic “bad boy” type, except he wasn’t really a bad boy at all. well, not in the conventional sense. he had this charm that was magnetic, effortlessly pulling people—especially girls—into his orbit. he wasn’t looking for anything serious, of course. just casual flings, making people feel special and then vanishing when things got too real. the word “player” practically followed him around. everyone knew it, and somehow, they still fell for it. it was as if he had some kind of unwritten permission to break hearts, and he never seemed to care.

but matt? matt was a different kind of guy altogether. he wasn’t like nick, who made friends with anyone and everyone, or chris, who made a game out of relationships. matt had this quiet, magnetic energy about him. people noticed him—no doubt about that—but not in the same way. he wasn’t the loudest in the room, or the one with the most outrageous stories. instead, it was his presence that commanded attention. there was an air of mystery around him, something unspoken, but heavy. the kind of guy who could walk into a room and suddenly make everything feel a little quieter, a little more intense. people were drawn to him, but no one seemed to really know him. there were rumors, of course—whispers about past relationships, glimpses into his life that only fed into the mystery—but for the most part, he was a puzzle no one could quite solve. and now, he was here, calling out the guy in front of me like he was protecting something—me, maybe?—that he had no business protecting.

and now he’s here, standing right behind me, calling me his girl. 

what is my life.

"shit—sorry, man, i didn’t know she was yours," daniel mumbled, his voice dropping an octave as he stepped back, his eyes darting nervously between me and matt.

matt didn’t even blink, his gaze as sharp as ever. his eyes locked onto daniel’s with an intensity that made the air in the room feel thicker, heavier. "don’t do it again," he said, the words clipped but firm, enough to make the warning crystal clear. then, without another syllable, he placed a hand on my waist—light but commanding—and began guiding me away from the chaos of the kitchen, pulling me out of the mess without a second thought.

i couldn’t tell if it was the warmth of his hand or the sudden shift in the room’s energy, but i could feel the tension dissolve the moment we started moving. matt was effortlessly cutting through the sea of bodies, through the noise, through the chaos of this ridiculous party. we wound down a narrow hallway, past rooms that were loud and disorienting, until he finally pulled me into a quieter corner, away from everything.

there was a worn-out couch shoved against the wall, not the most inviting, with sagging cushions that threatened to swallow us whole. still, it was a refuge compared to the madness outside. matt settled next to me, close enough that i could feel the heat of his presence without it being too much, but not so close that it felt overbearing.

"you alright, kid?" he asked, his voice softer now, though there was still that edge beneath it. "i know daniel can be… pushy." there was something in his tone that felt different—softer, maybe a little protective, in a way i wasn’t used to hearing from him. it caught me off guard for a second, making me wonder if i had misunderstood him entirely.

i didn’t look up. i couldn’t. my eyes stayed on my hands, my fingers nervously twisting together, looking for something to anchor me, something to focus on, anything to hide the nerves that crawled up my spine. i nodded slowly, barely a movement, hoping that would be enough. i didn’t want to talk about it. didn’t want to admit that daniel’s touch had unsettled me, or that i could still feel the lingering smirk on my skin.

matt sat still, watching me for a moment, probably expecting me to say something. but i couldn’t. the words were stuck somewhere in the back of my throat, tangled up in all the things i wasn’t ready to confront.

"you sure?" he asked again, his voice gentle now, but there was a curious undertone to it. "if you want to talk about it..." his words trailed off, leaving the offer there, unspoken but still there, hanging between us like a lifeline.

i shook my head, barely enough to be noticeable. "it’s fine," i whispered, the words almost lost in the air between us. it wasn’t fine, not really, but it was easier to say that than admit the discomfort i still felt, the way my heart was racing despite how calm i tried to act. pretending i wasn’t rattled felt like the only thing i could do.

"‘kay, if you say so," matt replied quietly. his voice held no judgment, just an observation. he leaned back slightly, eyes still on me, but his expression had shifted—it wasn’t the usual indifference. no, it was something different. softer. "you don’t look comfortable here," he added, his voice almost like a quiet realization. "you should get home. did you come with anyone?"

i shifted uncomfortably on the couch, my fingers once again finding their way to my nails, picking at them absentmindedly. i didn’t know how to answer. "um, just my friend... but, uh, i’m not sure where she is," i said quietly, my gaze still avoiding his. i didn’t want him to see just how out of place i felt, like a lost ghost in the middle of this party that didn’t belong to me, surrounded by people i barely knew.

matt’s eyes followed my hands, watching them for a moment, before he made a subtle move closer. his hand rested gently on top of mine, stopping my nervous fidgeting. "hey, don’t ruin your pretty hands," he said softly, a little teasing but there was something kind in his tone, something that threw me off guard. the warmth of his touch grounded me for a moment, and for a fleeting second, it felt like we were in our own little bubble, away from everything else.

i pulled my hand back instinctively, not sure how to respond to the sudden shift, but matt didn’t seem fazed. instead, he stood, running a hand through his hair as he moved to stand up. "give me a pic of your friend, i’ll find her," he said, his tone casual as if helping me find evelyn was just another thing to check off his list.

without thinking, i grabbed my phone, opening the picture of evelyn and me from earlier in the night. our smiles had been so carefree, so full of life, so different from how i felt now. i tapped the screen, airdropping it to him without meeting his eyes, too nervous to see if he was looking back at me.

he took the phone, glancing at the screen, and flicked through it with practiced ease. "you stay here," he said, his voice calm but firm. "i’ll be back."

 just like that, he was gone, disappearing into the party like he was made for the noise and chaos. i barely noticed the minutes pass before matt returned, guiding evelyn through the crowd. she was stumbling, barely able to keep her feet under her, but somehow still grinning like an idiot.

"y/n! my babyyy!" she slurred, her hands going straight to my face, squishing my cheeks in a way that would’ve been cute if she weren’t so far gone. "look at how cute you areee!"

matt chuckled behind us, and i felt my cheeks heat up instantly. i pushed her hands away gently, trying to keep her from falling into my lap. "eve… how much did you drink?"

she blinked at me, struggling to focus, before just giggling. "hmm… dunno… maybe one, two, ten?"

i sighed, rubbing my forehead. "c’mon, eve, let’s just get you home." i draped her arm around my shoulder, bracing myself for her weight, though it felt like she might collapse in the opposite direction at any moment.

"do you need a ride?" matt asked, his voice cutting through the chaos. he was holding up his keys, a knowing glint in his eyes. "i can drive you."

i hesitated for a moment. i didn’t know matt. barely spoke to him before tonight. getting in a car with him wasn’t the smartest move, but when i looked at evelyn, barely able to stand, there didn’t seem to be another option. "yeah, if it’s not too much trouble, that’d be great," i said, trying to sound confident.

"no trouble at all," he replied casually, already turning toward the door, but then he stopped and glanced back at me. "wait, do you need help with her? i mean, she looks like she's... uh, about to pass out."

"no, it’s fine," i said quickly, adjusting evelyn’s weight again so she wouldn’t topple over. she was mumbling nonsense now, too far gone for me to make any sense of her words. but all i could think about was getting her home. "i’ve got it," i added, even though i wasn’t entirely sure if i did. but pretending i had it together was easier than admitting how much i didn’t.

matt gave me a skeptical look but nodded, walking ahead, leading the way to his car.

the walk to the car was slow. each step was calculated, careful, my focus completely on keeping evelyn upright. her arm slung over my shoulder was the only thing holding her up, but i kept steady, making sure we moved together, one step at a time. the world felt quieter now, as if the noise of the party had faded into the background, leaving just the steady rhythm of my breath and evelyn’s soft mumbling.

we reached the car, and i opened the door carefully, helping evelyn into the backseat. she slumped against the window, her head resting heavily as she drifted into unconsciousness. i slipped into the seat next to her, keeping an eye on her, making sure she was safe.

"you can drop us off at the south dorms," i said quietly, glancing at evelyn, who was already out like a light. her breathing was steady, peaceful, and for a moment, i felt myself start to relax.

matt nodded, his hands gripping the wheel. the car hummed softly as he pulled away, the world outside disappearing as we drove into the quiet of the night.

the silence between us was comfortable, not awkward like i’d expected. it felt almost natural, like we were in this little bubble together, separate from everything else. matt’s car wasn’t anything special—just a regular kia minivan—but there was something unassuming about it that put me at ease. it was the kind of car you could forget you were in, the kind that made you feel like you weren’t being watched.

"hey, we’re here," matt finally spoke, pulling into the parking lot of our dorm. the headlights illuminated the building, casting long shadows on the pavement.

"thank you so much for the ride," i said, my voice wavering a little. "um, is there anything i can do to repay you?"

"it’s alright," matt replied easily, his voice casual. "just knowing you guys got back safe is enough for me."

i nodded, feeling a little guilty. "well, still... i really appreciate it."

“no problem," he said, glancing at me one last time before turning to help evelyn out of the car. “have a safe night.”

"you too," i said quietly, watching as he pulled away, disappearing into the night.

the air felt colder as i walked into the dorm, evelyn’s weight leaning heavily on me as we moved toward the entrance. the building felt strangely empty, the buzz of the party still lingering in my mind, but the quiet of the dorm was a relief.

once inside, i helped evelyn to our room, the weight of the night finally starting to lift off my shoulders as i closed the door behind us. my heart was still racing, but the relief was palpable. i had made it through the night. and i had gotten evelyn home safe.

"eve, you’re never dragging me to another party again," i muttered, half-laughing, half-sighing.

she just smiled drunkenly, barely able to stay awake. “yeah, yeah. i get it,” she mumbled, already half asleep as i helped her to bed.

as i tucked her in, making sure she was comfortable, a wave of exhaustion hit me all at once. i moved through my evening routine in a daze, washing up, changing into something more comfortable, trying to shake the remnants of the chaos from my body. the night had been a blur of responsibility, of taking care of things i hadn’t planned on. but now, at last, there was peace.

i climbed into bed, the cool sheets offering a comfort i hadn’t realized i needed. i grabbed daisy, clutching the stuffed animal to my chest, as i let the exhaustion pull me under.

and as the quiet of the room settled around me, i let myself drift off, hoping that tomorrow would feel a little lighter than today.

the next morning, i was jolted awake by evelyn shaking me frantically, her hands tugging at my arm with an urgency that yanked me from the deep fog of sleep.

"y/n, y/n, wake up!" she kept repeating, her voice higher now, insistent, as she shook me harder. the sound of her words was the only thing that managed to cut through the thick haze of slumber.

"mm... eve, what time is it?" i groaned, my voice muffled by the pillow as i buried my face deeper into it, trying to ignore the world pressing in around me. daisy was clutched tightly in my arms, the soft, familiar feel of her fur the only thing keeping me tethered to the comfort of my bed. i wasn’t ready to face reality. not yet.

"it’s 9:24, not that it matters—what matters is, why am i getting messages from people asking if you and matt, the matthew sturniolo, are dating?" evelyn’s voice was filled with confusion, disbelief, a touch of something i couldn’t quite place. i could hear the shock in her words, and for a second, i wondered if i was still dreaming, if this was just some wild scenario my mind had cooked up.

"WHAT?" i shot up immediately, my eyes wide, my heart thundering in my chest. i stared at her, half-convinced that i’d misunderstood, but the serious look on her face made it clear this was no joke.

"yeah," she said, pulling out her phone and thrusting it into my face. "look at this." she swiped through a few messages, holding up the screen to show me a series of texts from people i vaguely recognized. i blinked, my mind struggling to process the absurdity of it all.

"is y/n and matt together?" "wait, is y/n and matt sturniolo a thing?" "i heard matt call her 'his girl,' are they a thing?"

the messages came at me in rapid succession, each one more baffling than the last. i blinked again, my heart pounding even harder, and a wave of panic washed over me. how had this happened? my mind scrambled to remember the events of the previous night, but it was a blur—nothing more than a ride home, some light conversation. how had people already started jumping to conclusions?

"i—i don’t know," i stammered, my voice shaky, my chest tight with anxiety. "we didn’t do anything—i mean, there was nothing between me and matt. nothing like that."

"are you sure?" evelyn raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting from my face to the phone in her hand. "because from where i’m sitting, it sure looks like something's going on." her tone was curious, almost too curious, like she was trying to read between the lines.

i ran a hand through my tangled hair, the weight of the situation sinking in. it felt like everything was crashing down on me all at once. "eve, i swear, i’m not dating matt. this has to be some kind of misunderstanding. i have no idea how they got that impression."

she sighed, dramatically flopping back onto her bed with the kind of flair only she could pull off. "well, looks like someone needs to clear this up before it spirals even further. you don’t want rumors like this spreading, trust me."

i groaned, collapsing back into my bed, pulling the covers up over my head like a shield. "this is so messed up. i’m not even ready to deal with this. i just woke up, for crying out loud."

"i know, i know," evelyn said, her voice softening as she sat next to me, her presence offering a small measure of comfort. "but you’ve gotta handle this, or it’ll just keep snowballing. and you really don’t want to wake up one day with the entire school convinced you’re dating someone you’re not."

i closed my eyes, the weight of everything pressing in on me. i didn’t have the energy to argue. i just nodded, too exhausted to do much else. my mind was already racing with a thousand questions, all tangled together. how had this even started? what was i supposed to do now?

"this is a mess, eve," i muttered, my voice muffled by the blankets. "i can’t deal with this right now."

"i know, but you will," she said gently, her hand resting on my shoulder. "we’ll figure it out." her voice was calm, like she had everything under control, but i could hear the underlying tension. even she wasn’t sure how this was going to play out.

i didn’t respond. i just lay there, feeling the weight of everything closing in around me, unsure of how to untangle the mess my life had somehow become.

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Kids Of The Future

FastForward!Turtles x reader

A/N: Been having this idea for a while now, so decided it was time to write it down💙❤️💜🧡

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Arriving in the future and meeting Cody Jones, the great-grandson of Casey Jones and April O’Neil isn’t the only family surprise you and your turtle boyfriend stumble upon.

Warnings: I’m not sure what warnings apply to you meeting your own future great-grandchildren.

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Leonardo:

After the whole ordeal of finding Mikey somewhere in futuristic New York City in the year 2105, it was a relief to be back in Cody’s penthouse. Watching Raph and Mikey fight over the TV remote was oddly familiar and comforting. Master Splinter was right; adjusting wouldn’t be a problem.

“Well”, Leo said, turning to you with a small smile. “I guess date nights are going to be quite different for the time being”.

You snorted at his comment, wrapping your arms around his torso. “You think so?”

Leo nodded before placing a peck on your lips, causing his brothers to let out noises of disgust. But then someone came through the front door of Cody Jones’ penthouse.

“Hey, Cody!”, a voice sounded in the hallway, causing the turtles to stiffen, looking in the direction of the noise. Even Cody stiffened a bit, his eyes widening as if he had forgotten something.

You held on to Leo’s arm, watching as a young man walked in. His skin was green, and on his back he carried what looked like a small shell. His four fingers on his right hand, carried something that reminded you of a phone, reading from a hologram projected by the said phone. “Have you heard the news? Absolute chaos downtown. Undocumented aliens causing chaos with the peacekeepers and destroying a gravity level 3 road. It’s a mess! They even have pictures, and they kind of look like…”

Once he saw you and the turtles, he halted, before quickly pulling for the blaster on his left side. Cody told him no, as Leo moved a hand over to protect you, he and his brothers ready to jump at a moment’s notice.

“No, Kai!”, Cody yelled. “It is okay! They are with me!”

The so-called Kai looked from the fight ready turtles to Cody at his side. He hesitated for a moment, before he left his blaster alone in his belt with an audible sigh.

“We have talked about this Cody”, he said, looking like a tired older brother. You fought a chuckle. He kind of reminded you of Leo. “You have to tell me when you have people visiting. Remember last time? Where I almost shot up your and Darius’ business meeting, thinking those investors were there to kidnap you?”

“I’m sorry Kai, but it was kind of a spontaneous visit”, Cody said, rubbing his neck.

“Cody”, Leo said, drawing the young Jones' attention back to the turtle, rat and human, still ready for any attack. “Who is this?”

“I could ask the same thing”, Kai said. You were surprised at how well he matched Leo’s tone.

Cody started scratching his cheek, seeming a bit nervous, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of them. “Uhm… Kai, this is Michelangelo, Donatello, Raphael, Master Splinter and…” You saw Kai’s eyes widen, as if he was realizing something. His gaze moved straight to you and Leo. “This is Leonardo and (Y/N). Leonardo and (Y/N), this is Kai. My personal bodyguard and uhm… your great-grandson”.

Silence fell in the room. The stare down that happened between you and Leonardo and the shocked Kai had taken up every sound.

Great-grandson. You and Leo had a great-grandson. That meant you and Leo would have children. You and Leo would have children! The thought rocked your head, and from the expression on Leo’s face, he was just as shocked as you were.

“Personal bodyguard?”, Raph asked, crossing his arms with a disapproving look. “What kind of personal bodyguard isn’t home when their boss brings strangers home?”

“It’s my day off, okay!”, Kai exclaimed.

“Bad excuse”, Mikey teased, bringing a hand up, causing Kai to scowl at him.

“Bad excuse or not”, Donnie said, staring at Kai. “There’s no doubt that he’s a lot like Leo”.

“Would it surprise you to hear that my grandpa used to say the same thing?”, Kai asked.

The conversation that unfolded between Kai and Leonardo’s brothers was wild to say the least. You and Leo stood staring at them, not truly sure what to say or do with your future great-grandson in the room. Yet you still turned to Leo, not being able to hold your thoughts back.

“Whatever date nights you got planned while we’re here, I think it’s fair to say they’ll be successful”.

Leo nodded in agreement.

Raphael:

Still shaken by the incident on the road, you, your boyfriend Raph, Donnie, Leo and Splinter followed the “walking pile of scrap metal” - as Raph had called the robot - into the big penthouse apartment. Your boyfriend was still fuming, angry at the fact that all of you were in a nice penthouse while Mikey was out on the street somewhere.

Leo thanked the robot for his help, and mentioned how they needed to find their missing brother, but the robot continued talking about how his Master had ordered him to bring them there as fast as possible. You could feel the anger radiate off of Raphael whenever this Master was mentioned.

But then you met this so-called Master, and your world got turned upside down. A 15 year old boy named Cody. Cody Jones. The great-grandson of Casey Jones and April O’Neil. To say you were shocked was an understatement. But you were soon about to learn some more shocking news.

As Cody was explaining where he had gotten his collection from - his ninja turtles collection that is - Raphael noticed something that almost made him smile. His beloved sais, being on display just as proudly as his mask had been. Oh how he had missed them!

So as Cody, and his ginormous robot named Serling, continued to explain, Raph went over to the display, his fingers tingling as he got closer to the weapons.

He chuckled as he reached out for them. “I have missed ya!”, he said, a smile growing on his face. “Come to papa- Ow!”

Before Raph had been able to grab his sai, someone had slapped him over the fingers, causing him to retract his hand in pain. He turned to that someone, expecting it to be that Serling robot, only to be met by a turtle like humanoid, with flesh toned skin and an anger burning in her eyes.

She pushed Raph away, stepping between him and his sais.

“Hey!”, Raph yelled, immediately bouncing back. “I was in the middle of something, spoil sport!”

“Do not touch them!”, she yelled, blocking Raphael’s way.

“You don’t tell me what to do!”, Raphael yelled. “Now move! I want my sai!”

“You’re sai!? They are not you’re sai, you thick shell head! They are the sai of my great-grandfather! He used them to fight the Shredder, and used them while saving the world, several times! So if you think you’re worthy enough to call them yours, you’re not just mistaken! You’re dumb!”, she yelled in Raph’s face, the two of them locked in a growling match.

“Rogue”, Cody said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “That is your great-grandfather, Raphael”.

You saw as the realization hit both Raphael and Rogue the same time with the same exact expression. You blinked, taking in the scene in front of you, feeling as if a rock sank to the bottom of your stomach. It was like watching twins, except one was green and the other and a human skin like complexion.

“No way”, you heard Donatello whisper right behind you.

“You’re kidding, right?”, Rogue finally asked Cody, side eyeing Raphael harder than Raph had ever side eyed any one. Even you could tell they were related, and it was almost frightening.

“I am not kidding”, Cody answered, stepping between the two of them. “Rogue, this is Raphael, and as you know, your great-grandfather. And that-”. He gestured towards you. “-Is (Y/N), your great-grandmother”.

Rogue stared at you for a moment, before turning her gaze back towards Raphael. “Really, grandma? You look that good and you chose this”, she said, gesturing towards Raph.

“Yup”, Leo mumbled. “That’s Raph junior, alright”. You couldn’t help but agree.

“(Y/N)”, Raph called out, arms crossed and gaze firmly fixed on Rogue in a new staring contest. “Remind me to teach our children some manners, ‘coz this one obviously has none!”

“Great���, you breathed out, rolling your eyes. “This is going to be fun”.

Donatello:

“So, let me get this straight”, you said, standing from the spinning chair and walked closer to your boyfriend, Donatello, and Cody as they continued working on the Time Window. You haven’t even been here for a full two days, and the two of them were already looking for a way to get you back. You didn’t blame them for wanting to work fast. You and the turtles’ presents in 2105 could prove dangerous in more ways than one, and could only get worse the longer you stayed there. “You live in this big cool penthouse all alone, just you and Serling?”

“Yeah, mostly”, Cody said, helping your boyfriend connect two wires too small for his own three fingered hands.

“What do you mean by mostly?”, you asked, your brows frowning.

“Well, I have a family that comes and visits every once in a while”.

“Family?”, Donnie asked with a pleasant smile, watching as the wires got connected. “Does that mean there are more Jones’ out there?”

“No, not really”, Cody said, chewing his cheeks with a thoughtful look in his eyes. “They’re not really family, but I see them as such”.

“I know what you mean”, you smiled, before mindlessly letting one of your fingers trace the edge of Donnie’s shell. “I have the same feeling about a group of people I know”. Donnie smiled at that comment, taking your hand to give it a small kiss.

“They have been friends of my family for quite some time”, Cody said, just as thoughtful as before. “I’ve pretty much grown up with them”.

“Will we ever meet them?”, Donnie asked.

“Yeah, maybe”, Cody said, getting slightly nervous. “They usually show up uninvited - not that anything is wrong with it!”, he quickly added, seeming almost panicked. “It’s just the norm. Their parents are busy, you know. With all that quality control at O'Neil tech and paperwork and…”

“Quality control?”, you asked. “Do their parents work for you?”

“No”, Cody smiled a little sheepishly. “Their parents own part of the company, just like their parents did and… their parents…”

“Their parents?...”, Donnie repeated, confused.

You and Donnie wanted to ask what he was talking about, when a pair of young sounding laughters erupted from just outside the lab. Cody sat up, panic in his eyes as he looked towards the door. Suddenly two green young humanoids came into the lab, laughing at something one of them had said. You were shocked to see the small shell-like outlines on their backs, and their shortened number of digits on each hand and foot.

They saw you and Donnie and stopped dead in their tracks. “No way”, they mumbled as they enthusiastically poked you and Donatello, eyes wide and smiles big on their faces.

“Nova, Orion, be nice”, Cody sighed, sounding like an exhausted parent.

“But Cody, it is them!”, Nova exclaimed before jumping on you, her arms wrapping around you in a hug.

“This is amazing!”, Orion said, jumping up and down in front of Donatello. “I have so many questions! Mom and dad literally have a picture framed of you and grandma in their office! There’s so much I want to know, grandpa!”

“Grandpa?”, Donnie asked in confusion. “I’m sorry, but I think you got the wrong person. I’m only 18, and very much childless”.

“Yeah, obviously”, Nova said, still hugging you tightly. “You and grandma don’t have your first kid before 29”.

“Okay, that’s enough”, Cody said, pulling the two young terrapin-like creatures off of you. “Great-grandchildren, what can you do?”, Cody smiled, hoping to relieve you and Donnie from your shocked expressions, as he started pulling the young hyperactive twins out of the lab.

You and Donnie sat and stared after them for some time, before finally turning to one another.

“They have that from you”, he said, before turning back towards the wires.

“With the way you and your brothers act, I’ll have to disagree. That’s definitely from your side”, you said, leaning on his shoulder and watched as he worked.

Michelangelo:

In the short time you had been in the year 2105, you had actually liked it way more than you thought you would. The food was good and the air was fresher than you had expected. But even better was the entertainment. The movies were amazing, especially on Cody’s brand new TV, that would allow the viewer to enter the movie, watching it while standing and moving around the scene as it pleased them. You and your fun loving boyfriend, Mikey, had already made great use of that feature, often bringing junk food along with you, snacking loudly during even the quietest scenes. Never had you thought that you would be able to wave your fries in the face of the villain of a horror movie.

But if there was one thing better than the food and movies of the future, it was the video games. Both you and Mikey agreed; the video games of 2105 was absolutely amazing! The storylines, the dialog, the graphics! Oh! How you wished you could get to see something like that in your own lifetime! Especially something like Helix.

As soon as you and Mikey learned about the existence of Helix, no one could get you or him to stop playing it. It took merely a few days before you had finished and played it through half a dozen times. So when the two of you learned about the upcoming sale of Helix 2, you and Mikey were over the Moon Station, begging Cody to take you to the mall to get it. And much to your happiness, he did, although with a sigh as you can Mikey started running circles around him.

Once at the mall, your enthusiasm didn’t diminish in the least. With big eyes you took in your surroundings. Aliens of all sorts mingled among each other, talking and buying everything from clothes and normal day to day articles, to high end luxuries from big name brands, that you had not yet heard of.

As you walked through the mall in search of the game store, hand in hand with Mikey, followed by his brothers and Cody, you came by the open space that went several floors up and several floors down. A viewing spot, where you could see people on escalators and elevators, along with the restaurants down on the ground floor. That was when you noticed the advertisement on the big screens that hung around on the floors. It was for the new Helix 2 game along with a strangely familiar guy, who stood with his arms crossed and a smirk on his lips, posing over the neon green title of Helix 2.

Mikey noticed how your attention was drawn off to the side, and followed your gaze to the advertisement. He stopped dead in his tracks, causing the rest to stop in confusion.

“Who the shell is that?”, Mikey asked, pointing to the terrapin-like person on the holographic poster, where the title shone and the guy winked at the people watching him. “Awfully handsome fellow though”.

“Oh, I feared this day would come”, Cody sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Michelangelo, that is Dash. Dash Hamato. Five times winner of the Intergalactic Gaming Championships, and a pretty good friend of mine”.

“Wait, Hamato?”, Leo asked, hands in the air. “As in, Hamato Yoshi?”

“Yup”, Cody said with a nod. “Hamato as in Michelangelo and (Y/N) Hamato. The great-grandfather and great-grandmother of Dash Hamato”.

Your mouth fell open. You looked from Cody to the advertisement of Dash, who once again winked to the people walking through the mall. That was your great-grandson?!

“Oh no”, Raph mumbled, facepalming as he realized what was coming.

“Hell yeah sonnie!”, Mikey yelled, fist in the air as he turned back towards the poster of Dash as Raph growled in frustration. “Champion, just like his great-grandpa! I can see that the Battle Nexus Champion gene is running strong in the family!”

“Not this again!”, Raph said, shaking his head in his hands, causing Leo to put a supporting hand on his shoulder.

“He made a deal with Helix after his third win, and is now their official spokesperson”, Cody explained, watching as Mikey jumped in happiness.

“I have to meet this guy!”, Mikey said, before turning to you. “(Y/N)! Our great-grandson is Helix spokesperson! We have to meet him!”

“I don’t know, Mikey”, Cody said, scratching his neck. “Dash is a busy guy. He takes his gaming very seriously and is often hard to get a hold of. He lives on the Moon Base because the darker atmosphere makes it easier for him to practice his gaming”.

“That sounds like a descendant of Mikey”, Donnie chuckled.

“No great-grandson of mine can leave his great-grandparents hanging like that!”, Mikey said, wrapping an arm around you. “First we get Helix 2, and then we get a hold of Dash! Time to teach him some family gaming tricks!”, he said and started marching the two of you towards the gaming store.

[crownmemes]

Questioning Sentences, Vol. 19

(Questioning sentences from various sources to ask all kinds of muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Does everybody around here have trust issues?"

"What the devil have you been up to?"

"Why are you dressed like that?"

"You're really not good with nuance, are you?"

"Why don't you trust me anymore?"

"What do you want out of life?"

"Do you really think this is going to end well for anyone?"

"Am I a horrible person?"

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong with me or not?"

"What is the reason you came home?"

"Is that what we are? Friends?"

"How close am I to getting punched in the face right now?"

"Tell me something - were you ever young?"

"Is that how little you think of me?"

"You seriously have no idea when to shut up, do you?"

"When did I give you the impression that I care?"

"You don't suppose you ought to be thinking about a proper job?"

"By the way, why does everybody think you and I had sex?"

"What exactly is your problem with me?"

"You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?"

"You can't do anything right, can you?"

"Are you talking about spying?"

"You're trying to objectively measure how much I value our friendship?"

"You want to kiss me, don't you?"

"You said I could be whole, but how can that happen now?"

"Do you have any idea how good it is to see you?"

"Are you hallucinating?"

"Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Can't we just agree that you're incredibly annoying?"

"What did you say your name was again?"

"What the hell has my country done for me?"

"Did you ever consider being happy for me?"

"Oh God, you don't dance as well, do you?"

"Are you going to report me?"

"Maybe it was a political killing or something?"

"I'm not going to like you, am I?"

"Whatever gave you the impression that I was remotely interested in your private life?"

"Why don't you have glass of champagne?"

"Is that rhetorical?"

"What does a guy have to do to make you hate him?"

"Is it your plan to stay a while?"

"What value is money, or even life, without love?"

"Why do you value your failures more than your successes?"

"I know you don't like questions, but why are you doing this?"

"Can I ask you a question? Are you insane or just stupid?"

"Why the hell were you naked in the kitchen?"

"You killed them all, didn't you?"

"How can I help you this beautiful morning?"

"Why don't you want to work for me?"

"What are you doing here? You're not running away, are you?"

[prettyboyillness]

So, I'm a washed up writer, but Kazuha, so here we go. Jealousy + Remote Vibrator

Envy. That's all that coursed through his mind. Watching you talk to someone else as if you were tempting him to be pissed at this stranger. You were his, his love, his angel. How else would a sweet gentleman react then to click the button in his pocket and step closer, wrapping his arm around you jumping into the conversation where you left off. The second that jolt of pleasure hit you the first thing you could do, wanted to do, was to moan. Before much of a noise came out you began to 'cough' as to hid your feelings. Kazuha was grinning as he talked in a well mannered tone glancing over at you to see a spiteful glare. With a sweet and kind wink and devilish smile, he slowly adjusted the settings of the remote. He wanted to relish the faux freedom he gave you, lavishing in your recovering expression. Each and every setting was slowly changed. Maxed. Maxed. Maxed... And then he pressed the button watching your eyes widden, surprised at your much more realistic cough to cover your more depraved side. "Oh my, are you feeling under the weather dear?" He asked with that same sweet tone. 'The audacity!' You thought as you let out another cough and nodded your head yes. Turning up to him with a pitiful express, you answered; "Can we go home..?" His face changed, his kind personality fading away as he smirked already pulling you along with him and leaving your little friend behind. "We'll be home very soon. Want my sweetheart get to lots of 'rest', yes?"

You audibly swallowed your saliva and nodded. You really need rest, didn't you?

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AHHHHHH I FUCKING LOVE YOU ANONNNNN!!! I LOVE YOUR WRITING OMG kiss kiss 🫶🫶🫶 creaming rn :3 😭😭😭😭😭😭 UQHSHAJAKWKWKWJ eats your writing

[goldenlionprince]

Of Penguins and Kisses

Here we go again with @sorenphelps The Bodyguard AU. This story has some awesome art right here as well as this one! We're getting into a good old little snog fest 😏 with a side of identity crisis.

tagging the other partner in crime @neverenoughmarauders as well as @lovelymasks

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James can't sleep. It's not a big surprise, really. He always had a mind that was hard to shut up, always running on a million thoughts at once when he should be sleeping instead. He had managed though, getting it to calm down in time to get some good sleep, but ever since his parents had died it had become a lot harder to find that calm in himself.

Forty-five minutes of staring at the ceiling in the dark is where James draws the line though. Groaning, he rolls out of bed and grabs his glasses from the nightstand. Some mindless entertainment is his best bet at this point.

Turns out he's not the only one with that idea.

“What are we watching?” James asks as he flops down next to Sirius on the couch.

“Shouldn't you be sleeping?” Sirius asks but James waves him off, trying to figure out what's going on on the TV screen.

“Is that a documentary about penguins?”

Sirius nods and adjusts the volume of the TV from a quiet mumble to hearable. “A pretty good one too.”

James hums and leans against Sirius' side, making himself comfortable. Sirius lets him without comment.

It turns out to be a really good documentary. It's interesting and the voice of the narrator is soothing. The penguins are cute with their little pebble nests, trying to romance a potential mate.

Still, James can't keep his eyes on them for long, not when the man right next to him is so much more interesting. The light of the TV is the only one in the room and it basks Sirius' face in light and shadows in a way that's totally fascinating to James.

He feels extremely compelled to get Sirius some pebbles too.

“What?” Sirius asks after a while, looking at James.

And James just leans in and kisses him. Because he can. Because he wants to kiss him outside of dangerous situations, outside of distractions and full of adrenalin. He wants to kiss Sirius in the quiet moments too, like right now in the darkness of his own home with someone talking about penguins in the background.

“We really shouldn't,” Sirius mumbles against his lips, but he doesn't pull away. “I'm pretty sure we had a rule.”

“That's not a no,” James murmurs and nips at Sirius' bottom lip.

Sirius sighs, his eyes fluttering shut again. “There was a reason for that rule, James.”

“Fuck the rule,” James says and kisses him again and by the way Sirius is pulling him closer he seems to agree.

They make out like teenagers on their first date until James is afraid he will fall asleep and send the totally wrong message about what Sirius' kisses are doing to him. He snuggles in, his face buried in Sirius' neck, his glasses discarded somewhere on the coffee table a long time ago. Sirius' fingers card through his hair and James very nearly purrs.

“What are you doing to me?” Sirius mumbles so low James can barely hear him.

James has no answer to that, his mind already drifting off to sleep.

**

James falling asleep cuddled up close to him leaves Sirius with a bit of a problem in his pants and no way for relieve or escape. It might be a sweet kind of torture but it's torture nonetheless.

Since there is no way for Sirius to worm his way out from underneath James and have a little wank in private without waking him, his only chance to get rid of his stubborn hard-on is to find some other kind of distraction.

Sirius desperately grabs the remote control but the universe seems to hate him very much tonight, immediately punishing him for allowing kisses he shouldn't have.

The first channel he zaps to has mating deer, up close and personal. The next has some action movie, but they are right at the part of the passionate make out scene, clothes flying everywhere. MTV dedicates its program to horny bedroom playlists and dancing people that look more like they are dry-humping each other, and the next channel after that has cowboys somewhere in the mountains, getting all hot and bothered in a tent.

In a last desperate attempt Sirius switches over to BBC News.

...Which just means the highest possibility to find a romantic partner is at the workplace, not a bar or the party of a friend. Isn't that fascinating?...

Sirius sighs and switches back to the penguins. They at least are already at the stage of having eggs.

James lets out a little sigh at Sirius' shoulder and snuggles more into his side. He's cute like that, all relaxed and soft. Sirius is pretty sure he's drooling a little onto his shirt too but he's still kind of adorable, really.

Sirius should have known that won't last for long. Of course that man can't help but be an absolute menace even in his sleep. His hand suddenly moves up Sirius' leg and comes to rest on his thigh, pretty close to where Sirius very much craves that attention and really, really shouldn't.

Biting his lips, Sirius tries to take a few deep breaths and not think of James' hand on his dick.

Maybe it just has been too long. Maybe all Sirius really needs is a good fuck on his next day off to get all those inappropriate thoughts out of his system.

He grabs his phone and feels a little guilty when he opens the dating app with James right there, sleeping on him. It can't be helped though, desperate measures and all that.

He flips through a few of the available options.

A blond guy with a too aggressive smile – no.

A redhead with a hunger for adventure, apparently – a bit too young though.

Boring.

Another no.

A guy who looks like he used the same photo he uses on his job applications.

Dark curls and hazel eyes combined with a bright, sunny smile make Sirius pause. That's the best one so far so why not.

Sirius sends him a quick “hi” and gets an instant “hi :)” in return. They chat a little. It's nice. But that's all it is – nice.

Every time Sirius waits for a funny reply or a witty comeback there is nothing. Just an awkward “haha” coming from the guy and a switch of topic. There is nothing wrong with him, not really, he's giving all the right answers and everything but he's just so very boring.

At least it helps with the situation in Sirius' pants because his dick is very much uninterested in what's going on here.

With a sigh, Sirius eventually exits out of the conversation and sees that he has another message in his inbox. Why the fuck not, it can't get any worse really.

Well, Sirius was wrong about that. It's a message from another guy and when he answers the simple greeting he instantly gets a dick pic in return. And it's not even a good one. Bad lighting, tennis socks, and all. And then the guy instantly follows that up with the “did it hurt, falling from the heavens?” line.

Well, that's it. Sirius shoots back a quick message, advising the guy to keep that disappointment in his pants and not spring it on people before a date is even in the stars for him, and clicks out of the app.

Is it really too much to ask to find someone who's not creepy or boring? Someone who's funny and witty and can keep up with Sirius in a conversation? Someone who's hot but still brainy? Someone maybe a little bit cute too?

Someone where the vibe just fits and Sirius might even be tempted to turn it into something more permanent. Someone he could have breakfasts with or take on bike rides. Someone to share his bed for more than one night without Sirius getting tired of them.

Someone like –

James snores a little and scrunches up his nose in his sleep as Sirius watches him wide eyed.

Oh no.

No. No. Just, no.

Being horny for his client is one thing. That's perfectly understandable. James is hot. And funny. And a little bit cute. And –

Sirius is absolutely fucked.

This should not be happening. He shouldn't get his heart all twisted up in something that just can't work. There is no way. James doesn't even know his real name, has no clue about his past, and Sirius knows all too well how the Grim doesn't really inspire romance in people.

Not that Sirius would be able to tell James about any of it anyway. There is a reason he had to burn his identity and get a new one.

Sirius leans his head back on the couch and looks up at the ceiling of the dark room. Maybe if he just takes a few deep breaths and gets back to logical thinking it will all be fine. It will just go away. Maybe he's just imagining things.

**

He's not imagining things.

Somewhere after taking himself down from the panic spiral he must have nodded off because now there is morning sunlight streaming in through the living room windows. Morning sunlight that seems to be especially fond of James.

It basks him in a soft golden glow, making him look like he's almost glowing himself. It sets the soft mess of his curls in contrast to the sharp line of his jaw. He looks like a piece of art.

James lets out a deep sigh in his sleep and Sirius' heart stumbles a little in his chest.

Okay, that's it. He needs help. A far more logical mind that will help him set his own mind straight. Or at least a little less gay.

Sirius grabs his phone from where he dropped it on the arm of the couch and opens his messaging app, clicking on Remus' name and sending out a dino emoji.

It's an emergency after all.

[hiimlove]

Kimi no Na wa ft. SaneGiyuu

I can't believe there's no SaneGiyuu or any Giyuu ship with this amazing AU. Anyway, let's proceed to imagine.

Giyuu is a high school boy living in a remote town with his adoptive grandfather, Urokodaki and his grandkid Sabito. Giyuu's sister Tsutako has long passed away due to an illness, and their father is the Mayor. Suffice to say he's not a good person at all.

Giyuu hangs out often with his two best friends, Mitsuri and Rengoku (initially I thought of Mitsuri and Obanai, it works too except Obanai hates Giyuu's guts hahaha)

While Giyuu loves his grandfather and his two best friends, he sometimes wonders about the life outside the little town he grew up on.

Sanemi is another high schooler who lives in Tokyo. His parents had long separated and custody was decided that their mother got all his other siblings while he volunteered to be with his father, who refused that he gets no one. Sanemi hates his father so much but he thought he'd rather be the one who suffers than his siblings. He's very thoughtful to everyone in his family but has trouble communicating and expressing how he truly feels about them.

He works part time and has a harmless admiration towards Kanae, his superior at work.

He is best friends with Obanai and Tengen.

When they started switching, it's an understatement to say that things escalated fast in both an amusing and surprising way.

Giyuu walks into school and wonders why Mitsuri and Rengoku were saying he was acting oddly the day before.

"Well..." Mitsuri started, not knowing how to continue it without sounding rude. "You kind of forgot where your locker is and you were very—"

"Energetic!" Rengoku chipped in enthusiastically.

Mitsuri shyly tells Giyuu that he may or might not have picked a fight with Akaza, the kid in the other classroom, who was picking up fights while blurting out and asking who is the strongest.

"You may or may not have punched him..." Mitsuri continued, looking concerned.

Giyuu nurses his hand, "Ah, so that explains why it was aching and kind of numb..." He said nonchalantly.

"Mm!" Rengoku smiles at him, "But to be honest, it was heroic of you, I never would've expected you'd stand up to them like that! You'd always rather rattle them with words!"

Giyuu couldn't say anything. How could he? He doesn't remember a thing.

"You didn't forget your lunch today?" Tengen aims a teasing grin at Sanemi, who merely gave him a look.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Obanai sighed, "You were acting weird yesterday. You forgot your Ohagi, which never happens. You forgot where you work, and you were surprisingly chill when you got a call from your father demanding you do errands."

"What the fuck? I don't remember any of that shit. Quit messing with me." Sanemi shrugs and left, thinking that he did have an odd dream that he was living someone else's life, but, it was a dream, right?

"That was unusual, right?" Obanai glanced at Tengen, who was smiling, a faint misplaced blush on his cheeks. "Actually, he was kinda cute yesterday."

Obanai grimaced at his friend.

Giyuu was having a dream when he heard a loud, unfamiliar ringtone blasting bloody vocals at an ungoldy volume. Still with his eyes closed, he reached out to his phone, thinking Sabito played a prank again and changed his ringtone. But instead of grabbing a phone, he falls from a bed. Which is weird, he doesn't have a bed. Groaning, he slowly got up from bed and adjusted his vision around. He's in an unfamiliar room. Fuck. He hadn't been kidnapped, right? The thought was about to make him slightly worry but then he heard an angry voice call out to him. Except it's not his name. "Sanemi", the voice said.

Slowly standing up, he quietly peaked over and saw a huge, buff man with black hair and a scary expression, glaring at him. "The fuck are you staring at? Move! Go to school or pick fights in alleyways, I don't care. Gimme the money Shizu owes me tonight, or else!"

Giyuu merely stared at the man, who in his observation looked a bit shocked at his reaction. The man left, not earning anything from him.

Giyuu heard the god forsaken ringtone again and rushed to his phone, when he failed to answer in time, a message popped in, "You're late again! I won the bet with Iguro, he said you'd be in time today. Lmao."

The name suggests it came from "Tengen", Giyuu then gently placed the phone down and walked to the mirror.

He was undeniably not in his body. He had quite a much larger physique and more refined muscles that were visible even while wearing a shirt. He had spiky white hair, and a number of scars littered his face and arms.

Instead of panicking, he quietly looked around the room, saw what could be a uniform, grabbed it and went inside the bathroom to start the day.

Stepping outside, he is greeted by a beautiful scenery of the city he only ever sees in television and the internet. Giyuu then went to the guy's school, trying his best to blend in and live his life. He found out the name of the boy is "Sanemi".

Sanemi woke up, he wasn't in bed. Trying to think back, he had no memory that he didn't go home even if he never wanted to. Not that the apartment with his dad can even be called a home. But now, he's in a futon, in a room with a traditional touch to it. Suddenly, someone pushed the doors open, and he sees a teen with peach colored hair.

The kid snorted, "What, Giyuu? Gonna pick a fight with me again?"

Giyuu? Who's that? Sanemi thought to himself, his eyebrows creased in annoyance and confusion. Yet he feels tired.

"Get up, it was your time to make breakfast but since I know you cook shit, I took the liberty of doing it. No worries, just come down to breakfast. Urokodaki-jii is waiting for you." With that, the boy left.

Sanemi got up from his futon too fast and stomped his way to the full body mirror. And is flabbergasted to see he wasn't himself. It's some guy with an unruly black hair and striking blue eyes. He had no scars, and is a tiny bit shorter and smaller than his own body.

Sanemi wandered his eyes and saw the kid's ID with the same face plastered there. "Tomioka Giyuu" it says. He ran a hand through his hair and stayed confused, none of this answers his question. Fuck, he'd have to find out what's happening.

Soon enough, those two found out what they were experiencing wasn't a dream, and they were indeed switching bodies and lives.

Both agreed they'd keep a journal in their phones to keep track of what was happening.

"Hey ponytail, stop trying to freak out my friends with your gloomy demeanor. Act more like me, goddammit."

"I could say the same to you. Stop picking fights with Akaza and Sabito. You're bruising my body. You're also making Kanroji and Rengoku worried."

"Don't take this on me, stop being weird with Kocho for me! Now she thinks I'm soft with all those stuff you did for her."

"Kocho is a good person. Anyway, you are soft. You did all those Maths notes for me. That was very thoughtful."

"Well yeah, your maths notes are shit. Better thank me for my immaculate handwriting there."

"Thank you. But in all other subjects, you don't write at all. You wrote numbers only. Also, I think Tengen might also be into you. Iguro seems to hate it when I'm the one he hangs out with."

"No, Tengen does not! He's just weird! Like you! And Iguro probably sensed your dumb aura. Learn how to cook, too. Your cooking is shit."

"Genya said he loved the Ohagi I made. He's a good kid."

"Don't be friendly with my family too.. especially that shitty dad. That thread thing you do with your grandpa and that peach haired kid is so hard goddammit. When has the threads ever talked geez."

"The thread does talk. Also, I'm not friendly with your dad, I was civil. I'm in no position to say this, but you and your family can escape him, you don't have to deal with that."

"Wow, who gave you the right to be chummy enough to give me an advice?"

"Your mom said she'd hope you all could live in the same roof soon, just you, her and your siblings. Genya enjoyed the times we played Mario Kart and I lost.. Anyway, I suggested you and your family will go and watch a comet pass by. I don't know if it will be me or you in your body then, but if it's you, please go."

"Oh my god you're such a weirdo..."

"😶✌️"

"Stop using emojis too... Sucker weirdo..."

Giyuu wouldn't stop talking about a stupid comet. What comet? There was no news about it. But perhaps it's not a bad idea.

Suffice to say, Sanemi started looking forward to switching with Giyuu and meeting his friends. He liked the personality of that Rengoku kid, even if Mitsuri annoys him a bit. He did loved Urokodaki's cooking, and the times he brawled with Sabito and the satisfaction he felt when Sabito loses everytime. He also began looking forward to the notes they exchange.

The day came, however, no comet showed up. He and his family ended up just eating and watching a movie. He waited for a time to switch, and Giyuu's entry on his phone.

However, none of those came again. He went to investigate, and his friends Tengen and Kanae came with him, and lead them to a town called Itomori.

Sanemi is shocked when everything that reminded him of the things that transpired with Giyuu is slowly disappearing.

Finally he learns the truth, Itomori was devastated by the comet three years ago. He remembered Giyuu from three years ago meeting him in a train, but at the time, he didn't know him yet. Their times weren't synched.

He hoped that he would be given another chance to save Tomioka.

And he was given that chance.

Everything is up to your imagination at this time hahaha.

Sanemi and Giyuu meeting there, and Sanemi smiling at Giyuu ever so fondly, "I went to look for you, but you were so far away." Giyuu crying in tears of joy of finally seeing Sanemi again.

After they met, things would get serious. Sanemi told Giyuu the plan.

Just, imagine, Mitsuri being the one who broadcasts in the school, and Rengoku trying to get people to go to the school but his dad stopped him.

But he is equally shocked to see the comet really did split up.

Giyuu, running with all of him, stumbling and falling, and remembers Sanemi's words.

"So we won't forget, let's write each other's name on our hands."

Upon opening his palms, it reads,

"I love you."

Giyuu is shocked, happy and he mumbles fondly, tears on his eyes,

"I can't remember your name with this..." And brings his hand close to his lips. He gains the motivation to convince his father to evacuate people to the high school, and suceeded in doing so.

Years after, Sanemi and Giyuu meet again, having better lives (Sanemi away from his dad and now sanemi is living with his family; While Giyuu lives in the city)

They don't have the memories of those times with them, but are willing to get to know each other again. This time, death is a far away thing just yet.

[drdemonprince]

Hi I keep thinking back to your book unmasking autism, I recently was diagnosed with level 1 by my new psychiatrist but with losing my healthcare I feel lost on how to function without medical assistance. I typically mask and been learning how not to, but it always feel at the opportunity cost of more money, overly explaining to family or grief. I’ve been in a loop of feeling I shouldn’t exist due to my disability and it a sad feeling.

I am so sorry to hear that you are going through this. I'm certain you already know this, but it's not the case that you shouldn't exist because you are disabled. The vast majority of people on this planet find it absolutely soul-sucking and exhausting to present as what gets called "neurotypical" at work. It's too many hours of pretending to be someone you are not, with no space allotted for your full humanity, with not enough energy or hours left behind to look after oneself, have nourishing authentic relationships, and ample space to recover, be playful and joyful, and dream. Every person requires ample time and space for themselves to recouperate, and to listen to the actual feelings that they have inside, and capitalism instead demands that we suppress all of it, and it can slowly eat away at us and make it difficult to access authentic pleasure or connectedness. For Autistics it's especially pronounced because we are such a bad mismatch with what capitalism demands, and because we need so much energy recovery time, but it's simply the case that you are not broken or defective for failing to fit within such an oppressive system. It is that system that should not exist, and that terrorizes everybody, to varying degrees. I bet if you look at the most "well adjusted" hard working people that you know, you see how their lives have been totally ruined by overworking and killing what's wild and free about themselves, or what used to be those things.

I have spoken to hundreds of Autistic people in the situation you are in at this point, and I have found that for the majority of us, embracing our disability and articulating our needs means that very dramatic changes have to happen in our lives. Some people have to reorient how they interact with their families, establish new boundaries, push to really educate them on neurodivergence, go no contact, or rethink what family means to them altogether. Lots of us leave careers or switch to part-time or remote work, or have to get incredibly creative and resourceful in order to survive in a way that we can stand: going on disability benefits, public assistance, living with friends, pooling resources, going off the grid in some way, finding some side hustle or scam that makes it possible to survive, doing sex work or freelance, taking on childcare or eldercare duties for a friend who is employed, or something of that nature are all options I've seen a lot of unmasking Autistics pursue. None of these options are ideal, and they all come with significant costs and risk factors. But then, so does killing oneself slowly with work.

I have a whole book coming out next year in March about these specific considerations, with lots of tools and decision trees and research and quotes from other Autistics. The book is designed to help Autistics who are in that second stage of their unmasking journey sort out what a life where it is possible to be less masked means for them. Where can they live? Who is gonna support them? What matters to them in their life? How can they reset their relationships in light of their neurodivergence? What does it mean to grow old as a disabled person? These are the kinds of questions the book will hopefully help me explore, and discover the best answers for themselves. Of course, many people would say that their only way out of this is the downfall of capitalism, but I personally am of the mind that we have to make that end happen ourselves by working less hard, consuming less where possible, leaning on other people, providing support to our neighbors, becoming less reliant upon our employers and the government, and building our collective escape from the capitalistic machine. And we can all have some small part in that, even if only for ourselves and those immediately closest to us. That's enough.

I hope that you find a way of life that is sustaining and feels whole and good for you. As neurodivergent people we do things very differently. And that is both the curse and the beauty of us. The prescribed script we've been given for how life is supposed to look is never going to work for us. Indeed, it's not working for most anybody else either. There way forward will not be easy, and the lot you've been given to deal with is not fair, but there are also millions of other disabled people just like you who are leaning on one another, slowing down, refusing to play into the existing system's hand as much as is possible for them, and making a new world. And just by pondering the things that you are, you're helping already to make that new world too.

[otterouteast]

It’s a few years in the future. The max/avery/tristan throuple is together, stable. A few executive crew members are officially in the know, but for the most part it’s an open secret among the crew.

Avery’s done what she can remotely or between cruise seasons to trade her NP for an MD. But she’s going to have to take some time off to finish some requirements that need more in person time.

Hand wavy tv logic but Avery’s going to do her internship/residency on the Odyssey but they need to hire a new nurse for while she’s away. And the idea is that they’ll keep the new nurse when Avery returns because honestly three medical staff for a ship that size is ridiculous.

Possible shenanigans below the cut

No one tells the new nurse what’s going on. Tristan and max assume the crew will gossip enough that they’ll find out. The crew doesn’t really gossip about them anymore because it’s old news (and they’re a little protective of their medical staff)

So new nurse is left with the feeling that there’s something they’re missing. And are very confused about the way Tristan and max interact.

While the new nurse is trying to figure out what’s going on, the throuple is figuring out how to deal with 1/3 of them being long distance.

And they’re dealing with a changed dynamic in their working relationship.

New nurse eventually thinks they have it figured out but since there’s a missing piece they’re wrong.

So then Avery comes back a newly minted MD and everyone has to adjust again.

With 2 doctors and 2 nurses, they move to shifts, so they’re not back to the well oiled machine they were.

And new nurse is still super confused because how they act together has completely changed. And it’s not just how they interact with Avery but how Tristan and max interact with each other has changed now that Avery’s back.

And this could lead to all kinds of things that are:

funny (sneaking around, new nurse coming up with increasingly bizarre ideas about what’s going on)

normal dramatic

soap opera dramatic (new nurse is convinced that max is harassing Tristan and tries to blackmail him, new nurse thinks max is fair game because of how Tristan acts and comes onto him, when Avery comes back new nurse thinks there’s multiple layers of cheating and tries to blackmail someone/everyone)

[sammylbir]

Rewriting Teruteru Hanamura

Hey guys, today it's time for another rewrite post. That being about a certain chef.

That being Teruteru:

Teruteru Hanamura is probably one of the most disliked Danganronpa characters. I personally do like him as a character and want to improve him, so this post is for that. Keep in mind that those are just my ideas, so you don't have to agree with me. Okay? Let's do this.

Personality:

I'll tone his perverted behavior heavily down. Unlike in canon, this guy is a true gentleman and while he is very perverted still, he only keeps it for fun flirting and teasing. He is in general very friendly and approachable and also has a caring side, towards those he likes.

He is open about his interests in kinks, but he doesn't talk about that, during eating and when he is in the kitchen. Because in his mind, eating is supposed to be enjoyable and fun, with dirty jokes "not fitting to the menu".

His accent change, when he gets mad, remains too.

Appearance:

Okay, here I won't change too much. I'll adjust his height a bit and make him a bit taller and more plumb. Another thing I wanna add is that his belt is full of cooking supplies, like spatulas and whatnot and his hat is a bit bigger, which also stores some cooked meals.

How do they all fit into his hat? No clue. I am legally obligated, to not say anything about it/j

Past:

Teruteru had a diner with his mom and came from a poor background. The diner itself struggled at times, because of its remote location and the fact that the meals themselves aren't as "Flashy", as the ones in the big restaurants. Due to this, most critics who visit the place bash it and leave negative reviews.

Teruteru helped out in the diner as a kid, either to clean or to serve food himself. But his home life wasn't that happy either, because his father left the family, after Teruteru witnessed him in his bedroom cheating on his mom with another woman. He was 13 at the time and this even taught him, to treat women the right way. Adding to the fact that his dad was kind of a dick to his mom, he tried to become a gentleman of sorts, to not become like his dad. Like in canon, he has a few brothers, but those left with his dad, because he married a rich old woman for money. Something Teruteru can't forgive them for.

His perverted behavior and consumption of pornographic content, was due to him trying to cope with the divorce, because he did love his dad deep down and hated how mom had to do more work, because he wasn't there. Thanks to that, he also began to realise that he is attracted to men and women, a fact that bothered him for a long time. Until his mom found out and taught him that he didn't need to feel ashamed of how he felt.

Because he helped a lot in his mom's diner, so they can stay afloat, he did miss out on school mostly and his grades ranged from mediocre to atrocious, because he was busy with said work. Making his mom more worried about the future. Which is why Teruteru began to practice cooking more, to make sure that the diner can stay afloat and to possibly get more customers.

Koichi Kizakura, the scout at the time, discovered Teruteru when he went to dine there, after a long hard day of work. He then offered him that if he were to join HPA, then they'd finance his mom's diner. Of course, Teruteru accepted and willingly joined them, to make sure to become a better cook and so mom doesn't have to worry about his future.

Other Facts:

-Teruteru can cook most meals really well, except for omelette. For some reason, he seems to be struggling with making those and he tries to avoid making them, whenever he can.

-While he is open for most kinks, he draws the line with non-consensual stuff.

-Apart from cooking, he does like fashion trends and keeps up with them at all times.

-He sometimes tries to slip from gym class and math class, so he can work on his cooking skills. Keyword being: "Tries".

-He can speak a bit of italian and french, which he picked up from some of the customers.

And that's it. I hope ya liked this post and please like and reblog, if you appreciated my ideas for our dear chef. Till next time!