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Is it over now - LN4

lando norris x fem!reader

summary: your situationship with lando ended 10 months ago… or did it? based on taylor swift’s "is it over now"

warnings: toxic behavior, cheating, smut, p in v, dirty talk, handjob, fingering, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise (with slight degradation)

a/n: you have no idea how long it took me to finish this and idk the word count but its long and filthy. Also this gif does things to me… just the way he looked that day🤌🏻 the curls the beard the cheekbones

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You knew he was gone. He left exactly 113 minutes ago. His flight had taken off 44 minutes ago. Angrily you turned around in your bed, kicking off the blanket and staring at the blank spot next to you where only three hours ago, Lando’s curly head had laid.

Since then you slept with each other. Again. And had a terrible screaming match. Again.

You knew it was for the better to let him go, you were toxic, your relationship, if you can call it that, had been from the very start two years ago when you drunkenly slept with each other after a celebration party.

Since then it’s been one hell of a ride. Neither of you were very good at the whole relationship and communication thing, so naturally your relationship was based on an endless circle of being somehow happy, until one of you screwed up, you fought, left and ended up in each others bed minimum three days later.

Some might say this behavior exhausts but for the two of you it was what made things exciting and addicting.

His touch, his lips, his body, HE was addictive.

But since the last time you broke up, things had changed. Lando had gotten a new girlfriend, something that made you mad as hell.

He knocked on your door last night, storming in and pinning you to the wall before violently attacking your lips with his.

But that wasn’t what made you mad, this was a rather regular occurrence any time one of you got a new partner. What made you mad was that when he woke up the next morning he didn’t stay like he usually would. He jumped out of bed, calling the previous night a 'mistake' and something that 'shouldn’t have happened'. On top of that he blamed you.

Naturally that resulted in your neighbors, once again, hearing a thirty minute screaming match which ended in you kicking Lando out of your door with the words "Don‘t ever call me or knock on my door again, especially not when you realize she can’t give you what you want!!" "I promise I won’t!!" "Oh you are a lying traitor!!".

You hated that even though he was gone for good now, he still wouldn’t leave your mind.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Fast forward to almost 10 months later. Mason, your very nice colleague picked you up from your office. You met on one of your threehundreds of awkward blind dates your friend had arranged, finding out that you actually worked for the same company. However that didn’t make the date any less awkward, because you mostly talked about work. But at least you kind of found a good friend now. You haven’t spoken to Lando since that night. To be perfectly honest, you didn’t think he actually wouldn’t come back.

"Hey, ready for that coffee?", he smiled.

You grabbed your bag and joined Mason. Together you walked to the cafe you‘ve been going to ever since the first time. You noticed he was a bit nervous for some reason, but you didn’t dare ask why, deep down you didn’t care but you wouldn’t admit that to yourself of anyone.

"Two latte‘s to go, please", Mason placed your order. While you waited you pulled out your phone to check some new messages from your friends.

"Lando Norris spotted with yet another model", Mason read the most recent headline when he opened twitter. "Can you believe that guy, huh?", he huffed.

"I bet she’s got blue eyes", you huffed and shook your head when Mason showed you a picture of the blonde girl with blue eyes who basically looked like your clone. "Predictable." "What?", Mason asked confused. "Oh nothing, I happen to know all his girls literally look the same", you fake smiled but thankfully Mason didn’t notice. For some reason he didn’t know about Lando and you when you met and you were rather happy about keeping it that way.

Sure Lando and you never paraded each other around on Instagram, you never actually were together long enough to feel comfortable with announcing your situationship, but you have been spotted together multiple times in the paddock or at parties.

Mason didn’t need to know about the boy who still kept you up some nights.

Your coffees were placed in front of you, making you look up and hesitate for a second. "Here you go", the waiter smiled and for a few seconds you saw Lando in front of you.

The dark brown curls, the green eyes and lord that smile, it reminded you of him.

"Thanks", Mason replied on your part and grabbed the coffees. "You good?", he asked. You simply nodded, still a little in your thoughts.

"Okay good because I’ve been wanting to ask you something", he said, glancing to you. "Hmm?"

"We‘ve been going on these take out coffee dates for almost 10 months now, and I remember how beautiful our first one was, the blind date. So I’ve been wondering, would you like to be my girlfriend?", Mason asked, glancing down at you to catch your reaction.

You looked at him with a blank face and simply nodded. "Uh-hmm", you muttered, your mind still some place elsewhere, more specifically at one of yours and Lando‘s good nights, with his head between your thighs.

"That’s great!", Mason called happily and brought you into a hug.

"Uh-hmm."

"I think we should go out tonight and celebrate this!", Mason spoke excitedly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Mason told you to invite a few friends as he did the same so you decided to ask your two best friends to come. And same as you, they were never one to turn down an invitation to a night out.

"So, you’ve been acting a little weird ever since we’ve been here", Mia pointed out, taking a sip from her drink. "Mason asked me to be his girlfriend", you dryly replied, making Mia almost spit out her drink again and Laura shockingly turn her head towards you.

"What?!!", they called in unison. You nodded, taking another sip of your drink. "Well, did you say yes?", Laura pressed, both hers and Mia’s eyes staring you down intensely.

"Uh-hmm", you gave the same answer as to Mason a few hours prior. "That’s- uh great", Mia stuttered over her words for a bit. Her and Laura look each other before Mia looked away.

"Fine, if you won’t say it I will. Finally!!! I’m so damn happy you finally completely moved on from Lando and found someone who treats you better than that piece of junk", Laura started rambling and just in that moment your eyes locked with the devil Laura has been talking and you’ve been thinking about.

No fucking hell. That couldn’t be true.

How can it happen that after 10 months of not running into Lando once while clubbing, toady was the day where it happened?

"We both weren’t great in that relationship", you muttered, slightly defending Lando without even meaning to, your eyes still locked with his.

An arm wrapping around your waist pulled you out of the staring contest. "Hey babe", Mason whispered in your ear and placed a sweet kiss to your temple. You internally cringed at the nickname and the rotting sweet gesture.

Laura’s eyes sparkled at the sight of you, while Mia caught your annoyed looking gaze. She was always the one who understood you and Lando the most out of all of your friends. Maybe because she was such a sweet and genuine human that she believed both of you could change for each other or probably she simply understood how attached you grew to each other that no matter what, that bond wouldn’t break.

And judging from the fact how Lando and you captivated each other just moments ago, that bond also didn’t break in the last 10 months apart.

"We’ll go take a smoke, you wanna come?", Laura asked but you shook your head. Ever since the whole thing with Lando started you never touched a cigarette again. He didn’t like it, it was unhealthy and being with someone who doesn’t smoke made you smoke less as well, until you stopped completely.

"You should really enjoy life a little again", Laura replied, knowing your reasons to quit smoking.

"Maybe I’ve just come to the realization that I don’t need to poison my lungs to enjoy life", you simply answered, rolled your eyes and turned away.

"Can you get me something to drink?", you asked Mason who was still gently rubbing your waist, actually only wanting to bring some distance between the two of you. "Uh yeah sure, what do you want?", he asked. "Just bring me anything", you replied, stepping out of his embrace as a sign for him to get going.

He nodded and turned around but not before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You cringed internally.

"Y/n?", his voice suddenly spoke behind you, making your whole body freeze. Lando’s hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you in, something he did quite often when you were 'together'. "What are you doing here?", he whispered and you immediately felt your legs weakening. You had no idea why your body immediately reacted to him and you hated yourself for it.

Lando only smirked when he noticed you wobbling a little and gripped your waist tighter. "Missed me?", he muttered, placing a gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder, making your eyes flutter and your body lean back into his.

"300 days later and you still react to my touch like that", he smirked.

"He really can’t give it to you properly, I can see that from the way he was holding you", Lando snorted, making fun of Mason and you didn’t feel the slightest need to defend your boyfriend because you knew Lando was right.

"You shouldn’t", you warned Lando before hearing someone clear their throat behind you.

Lando dropped his hand from your waist and his gaze darkened when he saw Mason standing behind you

Said boy pulled you into a possessive hug.

"Hey, babe", he smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple before handing you your drink.

You sniffed before realizing it was Vodka Coke. A smirk made its way on Lando’s face when he saw your drink and your reaction. You knew he knew that you hated Coke.

"And you are?", Mason let his eyes wander to the curly headed boy in front of you. "Lando", he muttered, ignoring Mason who held out a hand for him to shake. "Okayyy", Mason whispered. "You wanna dance?", he then turned to you. You simply nodded and accepted his hand that led you into the crowd of people.

Mason pulled you in, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Isn’t that the guy with all of those girls?", he asked, leaning closer to your ear so you’d understand his words over to loud music.

"Lando Norris, yes", you nodded, interwinding your fingers behind Mason’s head. "Do you know each other?"

Flashbacks of Lando and you floated your mind. Driving along the French Riviera in his McLaren, the occasional stop to get in a quickie, or the sneaking away from his engineers to meet in his drivers room. And finally, him peacefully sleeping next to you on that one damned night, his curls a mess on his head, his torso bare with a few red marks on his back from your activities before and his beautiful eyes shut.

"No", you simply replied before placing your lips on Mason’s to get him to stop asking questions.

Mason more than happily gave in, letting his hand wander down to your ass, gently rubbing it. You kissed him harder, wanting him to be a little bit rougher as well, to firmly grab you and not just delicately touch you.

But instead he backed off.

"Woah, what’s gotten into you today? This is totally not like you!", he stated with a confused smile, which made you even angrier. Of course this was like you, he just didn’t know you well enough.

"I’ll be in the restroom for a second", you rolled your eyes before leaving him standing alone in the middle of the dance floor.

You pushed open the heavy door to the women’s restroom, being thankful that no one was there before putting your hands on the marble counter and leaving your head hanging.

Until the locking of the main door made your head shoot up. And to be perfectly honest, you half expect him to follow you in here.

"What happened to your newest toy?", Lando smirked, leaning against the now closed door. You rolled your eyes and didn’t reply.

Lando pushed himself off the door and walked closer to you until he stood directly behind you, looking at you through the mirror. "Don’t roll your eyes at me, baby", he warned.

"Now tell me what happened to that guy? Realized he couldn’t give you want you want?", Lando smirked, quoting your words from the night you last saw each other. You shook your head, not wanting to give into him.

"Come on baby, I saw your face. You didn’t like the gentle touches in the middle of a club dance floor, admit it!", he dared you.

"'Newest toy', what do you think of me? That I slept around with everyone that was in a 1 mile radius of me?", you ignored his words and stared at him through the mirror.

"Did you think I didn’t see you? There were flashing lights", you huffed. "Maybe I wanted you to see me and please baby, don’t play all innocent", he whispered, still standing behind you but coming dangerously close now.

"At least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight unlike you!!", you called.

"Oh baby, don’t you think I‘ve heard the rumors? About your hips…", Lando stepped forward and let his hands trailed over your hips, "and thighs…", he let them wander further down to your thighs, gently rubbing the exposed skin. You let out a sigh at the familiar feeling and closed your eyes in pleasure, "and those whispered sighs", he smirked and quickly turned you around before lifting you up on the bathroom counter.

"Exactly rumors", you breathed, before he smashed his lips on yours.

Lando’s hands immediately grabbed your legs, opening them so he could stand between them. Then they went to your waist to pull you in closer.

Lando groaned at the feeling of you finally back in his arms.

His hands kept scanning over your body, squeezing your boobs which made you throw your head back and let out a deep moan.

"Been waiting to get my hands on you again for so long, baby," he breathed heavily, speaking into your skin as his fingers fumbled open the top of your blouse. His lips trailed over your exposed chest and stopped just under your collarbone, sucking the fragile skin between his lips.

"You’re saying you missed me?", you teased, trying hard to push the words out before another moan interrupted you. Lando grinned and ripped open the buttons of the white silk blouse, allowing your tits to spill out.

Lando swore he could come from that sight alone. "You're so gorgeous," he muttered, more to himself than to you, before looking back into your eyes.

His lips attacked yours again while his large hand worked your bra covered boobs.

Your eyes fluttered, feeling that all too familiar ache in your core while the large size of his palm against you, made you think of those thick, veiny fingers between your thighs.

Your hips pressed against his, feeling his hard cock against you, making you smirk.

Lando's eyes darkened as you ground yourself against him, faster, harder. His one hand tightening around your waist and his head falling forward on your shoulder.

"Admit it, darling", you whispered into his ear. You could tell me was holding back a moan, his restraint hanging by a thread, and every move you made threatened to break that thread.

You wanted to make him snap, an evil smirk brightening on your face as you moved your hips faster.

While he closed his eyes, you took the opportunity to fiddle with the metal belt around his hips, opening it along with the button and zipper of his jeans.

"Can’t wait, can you, you desperate little whore", Lando smirked, watching you push down his jeans and slide your hands inside his boxers to grab his cock.

Lando's head fell back with a groan as you started pumping his hard cock.

"Missed your hands, darling", he groaned, holding on to your waist tighter when you trailed your finger over his swollen tip before pulling your hand back, tracing them down his abdomen.

"Please, Lan", you begged, knowing your whispered words would make him weak. But he’s been playing this game just as long as you were.

His fingers slipped under the hem of your skirt, quickly stroking up to your clothed core. A heavy moan escaped your mouth.

Lando caressed the inside of your thighs while his lips traced down your neck, leaving a few marks here and there.

His finger pushed your laced thong to the side before lightly gracing your pussy, making your hips buckle into his hands. "Lan-", you moaned. An evil smirk spread on his face. "Now who’s desperate?", Lando whispered, repeating the action twice, pulling away way too quickly.

"I hate you", you breathed, throwing your head back before grabbing his wrist and holding it in place.

Lando shook his head but finally gave in and dipped the tip of his finger inside you. Your grip on his wrist tightening. "M-more", you slightly pleaded, trying your best not to sound too desperate but failing miserably.

"I’ve missed watching you react to me like this, still the very same as the first day", he said, pushing a second finger inside you to stretch you out. A high pitched moan left your throat and your hand let go of his wrist to grip the edge of the marble counter.

His lips were still traveling along your half exposed upper body, one hand pulling down your left bra cup, making your boob spill out before he took your nipple between his lips.

"Lando- I-", you moaned loudly, thanking heaven that he locked the door when he came in and gripping the counter tighter, your knuckles almost turning white.

He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness, before you felt his hand trying to get your thong off. You lifted your hips a little to help him, watching as he pushed your underwear in the back pocket of his trousers.

"You should see yourself, darling", Lando smirked mockingly, his fingers being welcomed by her glistening pussy as he traced them along your slit.

"So desperate for me", he cooed, watching your eyes close and a frown forming on your forehead as you moaned.

"It’s funny how eager you are for everything I give you, baby", he chuckled humorless. "You won't call for months and now you want my cock inside of you?"

You whimpered at his words, all while he slowly inserted his finger inside you again.

"Lando- oh my- please", you continued whimpering and pleading, making Lando smirk. "What is it, baby? You're gonna have to tell me exactly what you want, you know how this works", he cooed into your ear.

He was teasing and you knew that, you have experienced it multiple times before. You didn’t want to give into him but damn his long thick fingers and how they felt inside you. You mind already playing images of him fucking you till you’re nothing but a whimpering mess.

"C’mon", Lando demanded firmly. "You've always been mouthy with me, even earlier, so why are you being quiet now, huh?"

"Lan- lando please, more", you whined, while moving your hips on his finger to get some sort of relief. "I just need more, please", you begged slightly, your eyes closed and not wanting to look at the winning smirk on Lando’s face.

"But you already have a boyfriend, mylady", Lando reminded you with an evil grin. You shook your head, the mess of your hair whipping around. "N-no", you tried to deny as he added a second finger.

"Just wanna cum, please- fuck!", you muttered as Lando curled his fingers inside you.

Lando, completely ignoring you, continued with his question. "What more could you possibly want?"

"I want your cock- so bad, just fill me up- fuck, Lando- fuck me, please- I-", you begged, your eyes tired but glistening in desperation and lust. "Jus’ wanna- want you to fuck me hard and fill- uhh- I wanna be full with you please, please Lando", at this point you didn’t even care anymore that you sounded like a desperate slut.

You’ve gone 10 months without seeing Lando in person, of course you had your fair share of fucks but you couldn’t pretend that any of them came even close to pleasuring you the way Lando was able to.

"Such a needy girl", he tsked before wiping you tears away, that you didn’t even notice had started falling down your cheeks. You clenched around Lando’s fingers, loving the way his voice sounded in your ear.

"Oh you want to cum?", Lando looked at you with a devious smile. "Do you think you deserve that?" Before you could reply, you felt his lips pressing against yours, his tongue gliding between your lips without being met with a lot of resistance.

He hummed in satisfaction, tasting the alcohol from the drink you previously had on your mouth before he pulled away, only to let his tongue trail from your lips, over your neck and down to your chest as he sucked on your skin, leaving a dark purple mark on your breast. You were too far gone to realize anything until the sudden bite of Lando's teeth on your nipple shocked you out of your daydream.

"I asked you a question, baby", Lando hummed, licking over your hardened nipple. You blinked down at him, seeing a little blurry. "W-what?"

His grin was wickedly evil as he looked up at you. "Aw, poor baby's already going cock dumb and I haven't even fucked you yet." Your cheeks heated but didn’t give you time to reply before slamming his cock inside you.

You gasped loudly, grabbing the back of his neck for leverage and letting out a strangled cry as Lando continued to fuck into you at high speed.

There was truly no one who could fill you up like he did.

The sound of his hips clashing against yours and both of your strangled moans were the only thing left to hear in the restroom. You felt your pussy clench around Lando’s cock, making him moan into your shoulder. He moved his fingers from rubbing the side of your waist to your clit, touching the already sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbing it as you cried out.

"God! Fuckin- hell- ohh!"

"I think God is the last person to help you right now, darling", Lando chuckled but got interrupted by a moan as your walls clenched around him again. You felt yourself nearing your orgasm with every rock of his hips.

"Fuck, baby you’re so tight", he moaned. "You have no idea how much I missed this tight fucking hole, perfectly clenching around my cock like this- ohh", Lando spoke in a light whisper, rubbing eight figures on your clit.

Your legs shook as you felt your orgasm approaching, your walls tightening. "Fuck, Lando, I- shit, I- I’m cumming!", you let out a breathy moan once more before clenching one last time. Your vision going blurry while your pussy kept throbbing around his cock.

"Lando, please I need-", you winced at the oversensitivity when he kept pounding into you. "Time", you breathed through a moan, gripping the back of his neck tighter as you felt another orgasm approaching. All while Lando never stopped fucking into you even when you came for a second time in a row.

The overstimulation leaving you as a sobbing mess. "Lan- lando, it’s too much! I- I can’t- fuck! 'm cumming, Lando-", you cried, tears streaming down your face, you head falling forward on his chest, not having the ability to keep it upright anymore.

"Yeah? You’re cumming again?", Lando mocked you, rocking his hips a bit slower.

"But I missed you so much, haven’t you missed me?"

"I- missed you- fuck! So much- so fucking much", you cried, your walls repeatedly clenched around his cock.

"Fuck! Lando!", you called pathetically when he started to pick up his pace again and relentlessly started hammering inside you, chasing his own orgasm.

You couldn’t do anything apart from moan, cry and clench around him, feeling another orgasm approaching as well.

"Shit- I’m so close", Lando groaned as a whisper, pulling you closer to him and placing his lips on yours. "I’m cumming- baby- I’m-", he whispered against your lips. Your body already going limp against his as you felt him filling you up with his cum.

A deep and breathy moan left his lips as he slowed down his pace. You felt the sticky liquid dropping out of you and running down the inner side of your leg.

Lando whipped it up with his finger and held it in front of your mouth. Without hesitation you took his finger inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and closing your eyes at the taste of his cum on your lips.

Lando gently rocked his hips again, making you whine. "Not again, Lando- please I- I need a minute", you winced, feeling way too overstimulated after cumming so many times in a row.

"Shh, baby it’s okay, just tryna fuck my cum back into you, to make sure it stays there until I can go back inside you again", he reassured you, before slowly pulling out, making you gasp and wince at the feeling of emptiness.

Exhausted you placed your head on his chest and closed your eyes while he held your waist.

"So did you find something greater in all those models’ beds?", you said with a dumbfound smirk forming on your lips, your mind still hazy while trailing your fingers over his bare chest. You felt his chest vibrating as he laughed and shook his head with a smirk. "Oh baby, I think you know exactly that nothing compares to you!"

You chuckled and lifted your head as he reached over to the paper towels and started cleaning your inner leg up a little. "What do we do now?", you asked, a hint of insecurity in your voice, as the reality of your situation came crushing down on you. "Well, I for damn hope you won’t go back to that milk boy", Lando chuckled, reaching for his belt to close his trousers again after tucking his cock away.

You stayed silent, your blouse still halfway open, your body too tired to move. Lando looked into your eyes before reaching to cover you up again. "You wanna come to mine?", he asked while closing the last button of your blouse.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Getting out of the club without Mason seeing you turned out easier than expected, however something you didn’t expect were people hanging around in front of the monegasque nightclub.

As soon as you opened the door, you already heard yours and Lando’s name being called and saw at least ten phones recording you.

Well, now Mason knows anyway, you thought while Lando grabbed your hand tighter and pulled you to his car quickly. Both of you waved a few times while passing the fans but stayed silent for the short walk. Lando opened the door for you before jogging around to get to the drivers side.

You snuggled into the seat of his familiar car, that wore his familiar scent and when Lando started up the car, he put his familiar hand on your thigh. You took a deep breath, you might be toxic but how damn good does this familiarity feel? It might just cancel the bad parts out.

Lando’s fingers drew circles on your thigh and he smirked when he noticed you opening your legs a little bit wider, an invitation to move his fingers up further.

His hand scooted up, pushing the material of your tight miniskirt away and gently tracing along your inner thighs.

"Baby careful or you’ll ruin the seat", he whispered sarcastically. He didn’t give a damn if you actually did and you knew that because this wouldn’t be the first time it happened.

"Lando-", you quietly whimpered when you felt his fingers come dangerously close to your core, still feeling the sensitivity of the multiple orgasms he had given you merely twenty minutes ago, but backed off just before touching you. "Shhh, baby", he spoke, keeping his eyes on the road while entering the tip of his finger.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you sunk down the seat a little. Without having to see, you knew Lando was smiling.

He pushed his finger further inside and immediately followed up with a second one. You quietly moaned at the pleasure.

"Already so fucking wet for me, baby", he spoke. "My good girl", he purred moving his finger faster inside you.

You moaned at his words and the way his fingers stretched you, making you see stars. "L-lando-", you whispered but got interrupted by another moan when he scissored his fingers. Your eyes shot open and you grabbed his arm tighter, your fingers most likely leaving marks on his skin.

You started moving your hips up to meet his fingers, chasing your own release in the passenger seat of Lando’s sports car.

But Lando suddenly slowed down and almost pulled his fingers out of you completely leaving you empty and whining. "L-lando - plea - ahh- please, baby", you couldn’t form proper sentences while his fingers traced your clit.

"Shh, no baby, you’re not coming until we’re home", he gently whispered, making you furrow your brows. He slid both fingers back inside you and picked his pace up again, making you gasp before an idea came to your head.

You let go of his arm and reached over the middle console and started palming the slight bulge in his trousers.

Now it was his turn to let out a surprised gasp. "You are playing a dangerous game, baby", he muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter. You simply giggled and squeezed his clothed cock through his pants.

Lando twisted his fingers inside you, making you stop your movements and close your eyes. You hectically tried opening up his belt and trousers before sliding your hand inside his boxers, stroking over his tip that was already leaking pre cum.

"Baby-, I’m driving remember", he rasped, his finger still moving inside you but your main focus now laid on his cock in your hands. "It’s not like this is the first time", you breathed and started pumping his cock.

You could see how much he was fighting to close his eyes, which made a sadistic smirk form on your lips.

Because you were too focused on him, you didn’t see that you were already in front of Lando’s apartment.

He slid his fingers out of you and pushed your hands off him as well. "Let’s go!", he sternly said, getting out of the car and walking towards the entrance of his apartment building already, his trousers still opened.

You smirked and left the car as well, hurrying behind him. As soon as you got to the elevator, Lando reached for your hips and smashed his lips on yours again.

His hands moved to your ass and squeezed it playfully.

When you heard the familiar bling of his apartment elevator, he didn’t even look. Lando just moved you backwards out of the elevator, still kissing you. You fumbled his key out of the back pocket of his jeans and opened the door as soon as you got there.

Lando grinned and pushed you against the door to open it up completely before attacking your lips once again, kicking the door shut with his foot.

"Where you wanna go?", he muttered between kisses and moans. "Here is fine", you said breathlessly and pointed to the couch. Lando smirked, remembering what had happened on this couch, remembering catching you making out with a random dude after one of your fights.

"Was it over when he unbottoned your blouse?", Lando smirked, opening your blouse button for button, before pushing it off your body.

You smirked when you realized where he was getting at. But two could play that game, you had also caught him with a random girl on his exact couch.

"Was it over when she laid down on your couch?", you replied with the same smirk, only standing in your lace underwear and walking backwards to sit down on his couch.

Lando moved closer in only his trousers. He placed his strong arms on either side of your head and leaned down so his lips were almost touching yours.

"Was it ever really over?"

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PLOT )) a headcanon of the boys seeing you fight.

A/N )) thank you for your request @thisisxli!! i'm glad that you enjoyed the last part :) hope you enjoy this one and to everyone thanks for all the love on my other posts, i truly appreciate it. feel free to send in more requests guys! reader is a pro-hero in aizawa's hc!

[ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 ] sero is a laid back guy; which is one of the reasons you decided to date him (on top of his charm). when he was there to experience a random girl from ua, get into an argument with you, he stood and analyzed everything. he made sure to not let anything go overboard and pull you away when things got intense. "how 'bout we avoid her from now on, yeah?" now two days later when shawty pulled up talkin' bout fight me, he let you have her.

... hanta's eyes watched every movement intensely

... he made sure that no one jumped in while you handled that

... you were on top of the flailing girl

... knuckles meeting her face every time

-> "keep punchin' bae."

... when some friend of the girl try to jump in, he taped them up

-> "it's a fair fight, back up."

... when he seen that you've got girl leaking he pulls you off

... strong frame holding you in place

... his lips curve into a smile while watching you yell at the girl

-> "BET YOU WON'T DO IT AGAIN!"

... he's proud of you standing on business

... makes sure that you avoid all fights after

... there for you when you get scolded by aizawa

[ 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 ] this boy kaminari loves the drama as long as he's not a part of it. and most definitely wouldn't want to hear his beautiful girl's name out of anyone else mouth, even ms kendo from 1-B. he brings the situation to your attention. nonetheless asks you to no fight, in school at least, and tells you to let him know if she say anything else. "I'll put on a wig if needed." it turns out he'd need to for the next day.

... when you texted denk to let him now you beating her after school

... he made sure to pack it up real quick after class

... you catch the girl outside, asking her wassup and she dropped her stuff

-> "dayumm!"

... denki winced when you punched her jaw

... the sound echoing along with the other heavy hits you planted on that head

... his capturing everything he screamed from behind the camera

-> "WORLDSTAR! beat her 'ah babe!"

... possibly tased the girl while you beat her

-> "QUIT PLAYIN' WIT ME!"

... just then cementoss pushed into the fight to break y'all up

... denks acted like he wasn't videoing and helped out

... was sent to the principal with you

... makes sure to zoom in on the girl bloody face on cam

... denki most def seems the type to post it to twitter

[ 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 ] shinso ain't bout all the confrontation. he will totally brainwash the person to walk away. that's how much he doesn't care. hearing you tell him about some girl antagonizing you, he asks you if you want him to brainwash her. you told him it wasn't necessary because she wasn't gon do anything. "even if she does try something, walk away." easy for him to say.

... toshi looked for you during his bathroom break

... your class was in the gym for combat practice right now

... opening the door to peer his head in, hitoshi spots you

... however, you're soaked with water

... next thing he knows you jump on this girl

... you pull her hair and knee her face

-> "damn."

... people crowd and alert ectoplasm

... toshi decide to brainwash him just to give you extra mins

... the pent up annoyance in you fueled your punches

... when the girls friends start pulling you off

... toshi wastes no time rushing to you and breaking the brainwash on ecto

-> "IMA KEEP CATCHIN' YOU! I SWEA'!!"

... hitoshi pulls you away at takes you to the nurse to ice your hands

... softly kisses them while smiling because of how you handled her

-> "i think you be her enough baby. she can't take no more."

... keeps a keen eye on your every move from that day forward

[ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐀 ] aizawa told you about ms. joke being obsessed with him when you first coupled up. and he knew you wouldn't be fond of hearing that. saying the day she gets too comfortable, you'd smack her up. "that won't be necessary hun." oh but it is. she really thought showing up to his job was a good idea. toshinori being a real one, hit you up and let you know.

... you walked down the ua hall and looked for the teacher lounge

... nearing the door you heard a woman laughing

... your blood was boiling

... in an instant your eyes fall upon shota being cornered by ms. joke

... all he heard was rapid footsteps when he turned and seen emi get punched

... eyes widen at the culprit; YOU

-> "y/n!"

... you were about to attack the girl again but used his bands on you

… you shouted for him to let you go

… the lady charged at you in that instant

… ngl, she got you one good time on your eye

… now you felt mad

… aizawa sighed as he loosed his grip and let you go

… you started wallin’

… your first was like super smashing her face in and aizawa sipped the coffee that he made

… eventually he decided to break them up as students that passed by were whispering and some even videotaped

… when he pull you off, all might walked in helped the joke get up

-> “NEVER THINK ABOUT PUSHIN’ UP ON HIM AGAIN”

… aizawa wrapped your lips up

-> "i told you that wasn't necessary. but thank you."

[ 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 ] i feel like shigaraki wouldn’t be to fond to seeing you fight. more so over petty things. he doesn’t have a care in the world about people fighting being that he has hatred in his own heart. but to know you wanna fight over him, he thinks it’s stupid. “fighting over me is a stupid idea when i’m already yours. but knock yourself out.” his response wasn’t what you wanted but he gave you permission so cool.

… there was a new girl member added to the group

… she was young too

… but her attitude stunk

… so during the meeting you asked her if she wanted to fight

… little miss attitude stood up

… and you popped her

… y’all was going at it and she tried to pull you to the ground. ultimately failing

… kurogiri tried to help break y’all up

-> “no. let 'em fight. that's what she wanted right?”

… hearing him say that made you a bit more angry

… you used that on the girl

… pulling hard at her hair and repeatedly thumping her face in

… hit after hit, the girl was giving up

… when you knocked her out, shiggy allowed kuro to interfere

-> “WE COULD GO ROUND FOR ROUND! IM NEVA TIRED”

… shiggy walked over to you and pulled you away to a different room

… he takes the hand off his face and stares you in the eyes

… his face serious

-> “did you get it outta your system?”

… you grumble and he tells you that you got her good and no more fighting

… or else he’ll get you

in every situation [no matter what the circumstances] be thankful and continually give thanks to God; for this is the will of God for you in Christ Jesus. (‭‭1 Thessalonians‬ ‭5‬:‭18‬ ‭AMP‬‬)

[oceansprompts]

text message prompts

[text] You okay?

[text] GO TO BED!

[text] hey you better be alive in there

[text] SOS save me please holy shit

[text] call me this date is going so bad

[text] I have way too much shit to do.

[text] Honestly I'm really worried about you.

[text] Why are you trending on Twitter?

[text] Please let me come over and pet your (pet).

[text] We are in the same building, you could come talk to me.

[text] It's not going to work out.

[text] This is a terrible idea.

[text] people have fetishes

[text] They really do crucify anyone these days huh

[text] I don't know why but that really means me want to stab you

[text] That movie was awful.

[text] For the love of god please help me

[text] I fucked up. I fucked up really bad.

[text] I'm blocking you.

[text] YOU ONE BRAINCELLED BITCH

[text] I regret swiping right.

[text] Everyone lies on their dating profiles.

[text] That absolutely can't be an actual picture of you.

[text] This forced open my third eye and I saw the devil

[text] I'm like a child in line for the newest fucked up disney ride

-

[text] That's just all fucking sorts of fucked up

[text] Why are we here? To suffer? Every other day I get messages that cause pain

[text] In the department of old man fucking, we've got you beat.

[text] have you gotten any work done?

[text] I am beyond shame, try again

[text] You left your left your underwear at my place.

[text] Don't you dare put this on Facebook.

[text] My brother in Christ you're being haunted

[text] I want to wring you like a wet towel and slap you against a wall

[text] The mind is weak but the body is funky

[text] I'm a zombie the law can't stop me.

[text] Jealous of my massive honkers

[text] We left you to die to play minecraft

[text] She would never ever take away one of these stupid fucking hats

[text] I puked all over the Uber driver's backseat.

[text] I just took a screenshot of that and posted it to Reddit

[text] You said you'd be right back and it's been months.

[text] Can't we talk about this face to face?

[text] Yeah, you'll come learn I just have a thing for milk

[text] Why did you like one of my pics from 2014?

[text] Now's as good a time as any to exchange nudes.

[text] Why would you send me an eggplant emoji?

[text] I write five paragraphs, pouring my heart out, and all you reply with is k?!

[text] Who would dare to lie on the internet?

[text] When I die, please delete all my shit off the internet

[text] He's so hot, I briefly started texting like a straight person

[text] And because I'm god and I've decided that; no, in fact, I'm not done.

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[text] I know you love bloopy reggae jams, now is not the time.

[text] You better not be standing catatonic in your room again.

[text] God has abandoned his children but unfortunately for you I pay child support and I will smite thee.

[text]: My neighbor just told me he can fix my water heater for 50 bucks. I’m skeptical.

[text]: Do you have any idea how much it costs to buy apples? I paid 10 dollars for 6.

[text]: I mean, I wouldn’t say I have a problem with buying Squishmallows..

[text]: Hey, so you know how you told me no dog? *sends pic* I don’t do well with no’s.

[text] Stuart Little is a bitch and Remy could take him any day.

[text]: My roommate just said that Lola Bunny is hot. I’m moving out.

[text]: Hey I posted that vid of you drunk, singing Ariana Grande, wearing all black and people said not to do it again. Sorry.

[text]: Do you think the price is ever right? Like, I feel like it’s not.

[text]: I booped your nose. Boop the last five people you texted or–nothing happens really.

[text]: I’m actually in the ER and it’s a long story that involves Best Day Ever from spongebob.

[text]: I fucking hate you–wait you’re not my ex. Who are you?

[text]: You ever ask yourself if birds see a bee and just go ‘wow a bee’? im high.

[text]: sometimes all i think about is–sour patch kids. bet you thought it was you.

[text]: I love you—not as much as I love my dog. But still a lot!

[text]: I found a cat on the way home and now it’s mine. But it hates my guts so this should be fun.

[text]: I have questions about the marvel cinematic universe��how long do you have?

[text]: why do donald duck and winnie the pooh not have to wear pants but other people do?

[text]: Hey you know that show floor is lava? I may have turned the apartment into that..this isn’t a joke, btw. the floor is sticky.

[text]: I bought too much soap off etsy and now I don’t know what to do with it…I smell like Captain America.

[text]: On a scale of one to ten, how many drinks would you need to sleep with me? This isn’t a tiktok trend…or it is.

[moonshynecybin]

Hi! I have been thinking about Marc and the ways he expresses his anger... giving the cold shoulder... the silent treatment if you will (he will speak ABOUT vale but not TO vale let alone WITH vale)... need your input please....

hmm good question.... this got. STUPID long sorry

uhhh marc is, in general, good at keeping his (negative) emotions in check. like i think marc loooooves to think of himself on track as a mature, controlled, and rational dude. above distraction. a killer. a cyborg. idk his dad has talked about how he doesnt really complain much about injury and there's also allll these stories about what a mature kid he was... so i think that when he was young - ESPECIALLY in a racing sense because he was so much younger than most of the people he was competing against - he internalized that in order to do all the stuff he wants to do racing-wise, he reallyyyy has to keep a level head and not well. act his age! and i think that extends to a lot of how he manages his emotions today (at least in a public setting). even in places where im pretty sure hes PISSED (sepang. phillip island 2013.) he just kind of. visibly contains himself. not a confrontational dude in the outright sense he'll clench his jaw and try to work through it.

which is part of what makes his valentino-oriented crazy so interesting. bc people were noticing that marc in 2015 was kind of. being weird. as his and valentino's relationship deteriorated. like they were both outwardly very much like we can keep it on track :) until the big fallout towards the end of the year but uhhhh. well marc has said that vale started pulling back in september of 2014 like he was noticing SOMETHING, and they clashed on track A LOT in 2015, and i think marc sensed vale cooling on him and freaked a lil. hashtag neurotic 22 year old moments. he is my favorite crazy ex girlfriend. like usually he IS good at separating that stuff out and managing his emotions in the racing sense but in assen that year when vale overtook him off track after they made contact he raised a BIG stink with race direction and actually had some uh. not especially chill quotes about it. (it should be noted marc was also flopping for the first time in his motogp career. like in his brain he stopped winning AND vale stopped talking to him he was goin through it) adn all the reporters noticed too they were like. why werent you sucking and fucking in parc ferme. like vale's left turn wrt to spaniard sabotage comes outta nowhere but people WERE noticing that things were changing. i bet marc noticed too. BUT they are not the type of people to talk about these things so they keep it to vague flirting in presscons and escalating on-track tension slash proxy wars waged in race-direction contexts... liek truly you are 22 you are not going to keep your championship title and your hot sports idol bestie is no longer flirting with you on twitter and you COULD just talk to him about that but you'd rather DIE so youre going to ask honda to back you up to race direction about your last race where you DEFINITELY lost bc winning is the ONLY thing thatll make you feel better. even though thatll help convince your hot sports idol that you are engaging in a benedict arnold level betrayal scheme against him. an insane time to be marc marquez. 2015 really kind of is a study on how both of them handle losing: NOT WELL.

and then the thing about sepang is that then the lid is blown clean off and marc spends the ENTIRE race being annoying on purposeeeee. hes so fucking pissed and hurt at valentino that he decides to get under his skin for REALSIES instead of focusing on his race. like idk he probably would have fought hard for the win without the drama that how he works but uh. i think he was being annoying specifically to bite at vale's edges. and part of that is bc marc is naturally and effortlessly annoying. but i think part of it was SPITE. like his team advised him not to speak on anything from that presscon and he didnt, but he can still fuck him over on track. get under his skin. like he cant tell vale to his FACE that he's angry and confused and hurt. but he CAN let him know on that fucking racing line. where he cant be ignored. idk like i cant see marc letting anyone else get under his skin like that.

AND another big ass exception to the marc marquez anger management philosophy is from misano 2019 where vale messes with his qualifying lap. a lovely anon sent me some videos of marc talking to the press and jesus christ i dont think ive ever seen him angrier oh my god. AND the anon also linked the race from that weekend where he won and he celebrated harder than ive seen him celebrate some TITLE wins like he went. notably nuts. the commentators were all like uhhhh. he mustve REALLY wanted to get one over on vale adjfhlkdh... idk if any of this answered your question but his relationship to his emotions fascinates me hes so weirddddd. and its interesting to me that he can shrug off jorge ruining his last race at honda and be friendly but also be like. kind of aloofly pissed at bezz. because of valentino! he can repress the rest of it, but valentino shines through the cracks.

[bekkachaos]

✨ Bekka's Buddie Fic Recs ✨

I just thought it would be nice to do some fic recs for some of the wonderful creators in this fandom because there is literally so much talent it blows my mind that these beautiful people are out here giving us pieces of their beautiful brains 💕

Long fics and AU fics

☀️ Kiss Me Before it's Over (if only for a Minute) by @buddierights aka the Baseball AU (Rated E, 54k words). Buck and Eddie are pro baseball players on opposing teams, and Buck never gets nervous getting up to bat, until Eddie Diaz, the new star pitcher for the LA Angels, is standing on the pitcher's mound, and his stomach flips and twists. He's pretty sure it's because he hates the guy, until, you know, he doesn't. {I love this fic, it's such a beautiful kinda enemies to lovers ride that you will love every sweet and sexy moment of}

☀️ Let My Ink Stain Your Pages by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels aka the Castle AU (Rated E, 107k words). Buck is a professional crime fiction writer in need of a new muse. Eddie is an LA homicide detective, and the last thing he needs is to be followed around by a reckless author. A sexy six foot plus mystery writer who he absolutely does not find charming and attractive. But when Buck decides that Eddie would make the perfect muse for his new book, that's exactly what Eddie gets. {I might have read this fic 3 times, it's one of my absolute favourites and you better believe I will go back and read it again}

Stupid People by @gayhoediaz (Rated E, 160k words). Eddie is new in town in LA, and he's just come to terms with the fact that he's gay. He figures that hiring a sex worker is the easiest way to explore that side of himself and keep it separate from his son and his work, to keep things uncomplicated. And that's how he finds his way to Buck. His plan works, for a while. {This was one of the first buddie fics I read, and it is an epic sexy, moving, emotional fic that I thought about for so long after, honestly I recommend anything that Nie writes!}

Unless You Ask Me To by @elvensorceress (Rated M, 182k words, in-progress). Eddie starts dating a man, and Buck is completely, one hundred percent Fine(TM). This is a beautiful fleshed out journey of a fic. {I believe one of the tags is 'the most oblivious obtuse pining idiots you will ever meet' and the accuracy of this is insane, I can't wait for the last chapter!}

☀️ never felt this way before (yes I swear) by @rewritetheending aka the dirty dancing AU (Rated M, 50.8k words). Buck and his family go on vacation to the 118 ranch and lodge, where Buck meets a number of new people including Eddie Diaz, and he's pulled into the world of the one-eighteen in a way he never expected, and learning to dance from the most beautiful man he's ever seen. {What more do I have to say other than dirty dancing AU? This fic is amazing from start to finish and so so hot!}

Explicit fics

Bases Loaded by @lamardeuse (Rated E, 2k words). Eddie wants to take things slowly, and Buck obliges him. {It's a sexy slow build between the two of them and just sucks you right in!}

More bang for your buck by @prettyboybuckley (Rated E, 14.2k words). Eddie's got a problem with a noisy neighbour, only, he can't exactly confront him because how do you knock on someone's door and say 'you have the loudest sex I've ever had the pleasure of hearing through the wall'? Because it is, a pleasure, the sound of him is just doing things to him. And then he finds the guy's twitter, and then his Instagram, and he is too far down the rabbit hole to back down. {This is hot the whole way through, and Buck testing toys and posting online? Spicy hot content!}

I lit the match, the firemen can do the rest by @honestlydarkprincess (Rated E, 6.6k words). Eddie needs to see Buck, so he drives over to his place to see Buck getting railed by Natalia with a strap on, and he can't look away, especially when Buck comes just by Natalia mentioning Eddie's name. When she leaves, Eddie feels the need to prove that it's even better when he takes things into his own hands. {This is Eddie pining for Buck and then getting to have him, all to himself}

☀️ today I live for a single drop of you by @alyxmastershipper (Rated E, 38.9k words). This is the 5 + 1 blowjob fic, five times Buck dreams of sucking Eddie's cock and the one time he gets to do it. Nuff said {Ryan just has such a beautiful lyrical way of writing that they can make an epic fic about blowjobs poetic, a masterpiece}

More AUs

mark me like a bloodstain by @monsterrae1 (Rated M, 6k words). A fic where your soul marks appear on your skin when they appear on your soulmate, when they are badly injured. Buck's first marks show up in college, and his first thought is that his soulmate is dead. He doesn't figure it out until his best friend is shot in front of him, and then he realises it's been Eddie all along. {I love soulmate fics and I love the shooting arc, and this fic is just so wonderful from start to finish}

and I'd choose you (in a hundred lifetimes) by @monsterrae1 (Rated E, 16.7k words). Eddie and Buck are pen pals when Eddie is in the army, and god it shouldn't have been so romantic, but he got Evan Buckley. And he thought maybe he might just be the person he spends the rest of his life with, until he completely disappears. Four years later, they meet again, only Buck has no idea who Eddie is. {did I include another Rae fic? Yes I did, because this one was just too good to leave out}

☀️ all I know is a new found grace (all my days I'll know your face) by @heartbeatdiaz aka the photographer Buck AU (Rated E, 4.5k words). Eddie is participating in the annual firefighters calendar, and the photographer is stupidly beautiful. Like, crazy gorgeous with big blue eyes and a smile that makes Eddie's palms sweat. {Photographer Buck is just such a beautiful thing to imagine, and honestly you could hit shuffle and pick any of April's fics and you're bound to love it}

even gods die by @kitkatpancakestack (Rated T, 7.6k words). This is quite a heavy fic, Buck has brain cancer and he and Eddie are at a cabin together talking about his diagnosis and how they feel about it. It's angsty with a hopeful ending. {This is a beautiful, emotional fic and it moved me so much to read. Not for everyone, but wow was this amazing}

Fun, Flirty and Fluffy fics

☀️ To have and to hold (what's mine is yours) by @the-likesofus (Rated G, 3.3k words). It's Buck and Eddie's one year anniversary (paper). Eddie gives something Buck has had all along, that last piece of his heart. {This is such a heartwarming Buckley-Diaz family feels fic and made me smile so hard}

Everything But (temptation) and Worth the Wait by @spotsandsocks (Rated T, 4.7k & 5.4k words). Five times Buck is tempted by Eddie and the one time he finally gives in, or, five times Eddie attempts to tempt Buck and the one time it finally works. {These fics are from Buck's pov and then Eddie's, and they were so much fun to read both times!}

smile to hide the truth by @fallingthorns (Rated T, 5.1k words). Eddie is getting married, only it's not to Buck. And Buck should really say something, should have really said something earlier. Because now Eddie is standing at the altar, only he's staring back at Buck and asking what would make him happier. {This isn't exactly fluffy but god the anticipation and the build up to that wedding, and the ending? You won't regret this read, I loved it}

still by @gayhoediaz (Rated T, 9.3k words). Based on an episode of Castle (are you sensing a theme here?) where Eddie steps on a plate in a house where they've just put out a fire, and he just knows that he's stepped on a pressure bomb. Buck refuses to leave him standing there alone while they figure it out, but time is literally ticking for them. {These two just fit the Caskett shoes perfectly, and this was tense, emotional and just a wonderful read}

between who you are and who you could be by @paranoidbean (Rated T, 5.6k words). Eddie is working at a plasma donation centre, and Buck just keeps coming back in, after making an impression the first time by passing out. {This is an adorable meet cute that just made me feel fuzzy inside}

(tell the gravedigger) better dig two by @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy (Rated G, 7.2k words). In which Eddie is buried alive, and Buck loses his mind with worry and grief. Basically a missing part to Eddie Begins. {This was a beautiful exploration of Buck's emotions as he's afraid he's lost Eddie}

I hope you all enjoy these fics as much as I did, just wanted to spread some love and appreciation 💕

[class1akids]

Do you think bnha's story is entirely done for or that we wil get something else with the time? ( movies, spin offs, etc) if you asked me this yesterday i would TOTALLY said that it wasnt bcs of the secret announcment and bcs of what hori says in the last page abt mha's manga being finished but deku and his friends stories just starting. But after seeing what the announcement i cant stop thinking its done for even tho i FEEL like something else will come but i wanted to know your thoughts on this

Just because they didn't announce a sequel, it doesn't mean nothing will happen. For now, they have for sure:

Movie 4 (just released, first weekend was similar to WHM success, but not as big as Mugen Train, JJK 0 or the Haikyuu movie) - lets see how much money it makes in Japan and worldwide

S7 anime - still ongoing - maybe HK will do more Twitter sketches now

Decision of how to do S8 - try to make some movies, AoT style, round it out into a full season with anime only content? - tbd.

Worldwide poll + Fanbook to occupy fans / keep up hype until December

Volume 42 in December

Team Up mission still monthly chapter

Art Book next March

new Art Exhibition next year

What I would expect for now is WSJ gauging how much the fandom enthusiasm keeps going to decide whether to try to do some kind of sequel (whether Boruto style next gen with eri and kota, or a straight-up sequel of Class A as adults) and who would be able to do it (I think it's a fair bet it wouldn't be Hori). But I think it will also depend if WSJ will find new manga that can take the place of their last big hit trio of BNHA, OP and JJK.

BONES for the next 2 years or so are going to be occupied with the anime and maybe decide to do some OVA as well.

I think we can expect some drama CDs with the DVD release.

I wouldn't be surprise to get a new School Briefs announcement to cover the 2nd and 3rd years of Class A.

And then whether there will be future movies? I think there will be. Franchises like Free! getting movies years after it ended, to me means that as long as there is a healthy fandom, the franchise will pump out content to feed them and keep up merch sales. It's just business sense.

As someone who has experienced the recent Haikyuu!! renaissance, there were a lot of content - lots of new sketches, 2 new bonus chapters, re-release of manga, new light novel covers, lots of collab with Japanese league - so I am expecting a steady stream of things to try to keep momentum and enthusiasm. Obviously, it's not like getting weekly manga chapters, but I don't think the fandom will just die in the next month either.

[rey-jake-therapist]

I'm not a fan of force romance and a concern of mine as a multi shipper is that they take celeb0rn and plop him in with Gal and expect feelings to instantly return. I know that's exactly what some fans of them on Twitter do, and that's one of the reasons why I struggle to find other celeborn fans I want to be around. Someone on reddit posted how he and Gal should be separate for almost an entire season until the last episode, and in the meantime have him prove to us that he's worth giving a damn about (like Adar) and I agree. He should earn his spot as a character if they were make him a bigger role than from the movies. The odds are stacked against him, and I know a lot of fellow haladriels aren't keen on him period and that's valid. I don't even rly want any hugs or kisses, I would rather see them be depicted as estranged friends and then in season 5 they can start to show to have rekindled their past feelings after a long period of reconciling and dealing with sauron together. Instant romance may seem logical at first (he is her lost, presumably dead husband), but it will do no favors for anyone, not even my fellow celedriel shippers. They think it's what they want, but it will feel jarring and out of place given all the events that have happened in the show so far with Gal. Don't know if I'm making any sense, but just wanted to share how I feel.

I could also live with that ! Forcing a romance on Galadriel and Celeborn because they used to be married at least 1,000 years ago, at a time of peace, would indeed be a poor narrative choice.

Galadriel is a very different person than the Galadriel that Celeborn married. She had probably never killed anyone, she hadn't lost her brother, him and countless friends (she told Saurbrand that his life would be too short for her to spell out all the names of the people that he took from her). We don't know what happened to Celeborn yet and why he didn't come back to her, but wether he was kept in a dark tower, or killed (and will be reincarnated like Glorfindel, maybe instead of him even. That's what I bet on, tbh), or lost, he went through war and was certainly changed by it as well.

So, neither of them will be the same person when they reunite again. It would be nonsense for them to take things back where they left it. Not to mention that Galadriel fell in love with another guy, Sauron no less ! That's a pretty big deal if you ask me. And even if I'm like, 90% sure that she'll never admit that in front of Celeborn, she can't possibly pretend that she was thinking about her (presumed) dead husband all this time, and that her love for him didn't change or fade. Elves feel things way too intensely to just be capable of bouncing back from one love to another.

So yeah, season 5 would be fine, or end of season 4 at the earliest... It would also be a good timing, as Galadriel will have probably "closed the door" of her mind to Sauron for good this time, which should make her ready to safely engage in a healthy marriage with Celeborn.

[mrs-monaghan]

Hi! I'm new around here (but not new to jikook) and I saw your recent posts where you linked to, among other things, a post where you talked about the 2016 jinmin vlive where they were watching jk on celebrity romance. And I just wanted to say thank you for bringing that up! I think that vlive is wildly underrated. It tells us so much about jikook's relationship at the time. It really showcases how jikook weren't at same place emotionally in the beginning (and how insecure that made jimin) and how their relationship was possibly mostly physical back then. Jk definitely had a lot to work through. I'm sure he was already in love with jm, but had a hard time expressing it. But all's well what ends well, right? :) Very highly recommend that every jikooker watch that vlive if you haven't already!

Okay. First of all, if I have to link this post one more time I'm gonna start side eyeing y'all. I thought I was a pervert till I met y'all. I'm watching you 🧐🧐

He he hee! The video anon is talking about.

Its like 11 minutes guys. Watch it. You've been in the toilet for longer than that. Don't even 🙄 just watch it.

Anon I think you have put it perfectly. Actually. The last part where I reference on my post about JK not showing Jimin any emotions, I think that caused alot of fighting. Like alot. I joked about JK hitting and quitting but really that's how it comes off. The xes part was good. Probably really good. But after that JK would go back to treating Jimin like he did everyone else. Jimin knew he wasn't just anyone else. They had something going on and he wanted JK to act like it.

I saw something on twitter a long, long time ago so I cannot find it. And its now a blur in my head. But OP was alluding to JK playing video games and ignoring Jimin after xes. I don't recall how OP drew to this conclusion, but it was from something Jimin said. Something about JK and video games. Not sure. Like, we all know when it comes to Jikook its all about reading between the lines.

I remember seeing that and seeing where OP was coming from but I dont remember the context which is a tad frustrating rn. Anygays, it obviously took a while for JK to start acting like Jimin needed him to. Feelings wise anyway.

I am happy Jimin did not give up because look where they are now. (I'm sure the Jungkonda had something to do with it 😂😂) JK basically worships the group Mimi walks on.

We heard it from the man himself so we know it's true, right? He's stubborn, he's hard to handle, and I bet Jimin knows all of it first hand. 🤭🤭

Okay so for some strange reason, your ask made me think about this tweet; (Don't ask me why. My mind is a weird place)

Before anybody freaks out, I would like to advice that u take this with a grain of salt. My friends and I tried to find where/when this could have possibly happened but we couldn't. And we really tried guys, because.... WHAT!?!?!?! Why would Jin say something like this that basically outs Jikook? Right?

But then I think about how BTS used to word vomit alot in the early days so I haven't completely disregarded it. So hopefully one of u have heard of this because I would love to see it. Honestly. It's fucking wild. Like.... it's insane ��

That being said, 😁😁😁 the correct members are involved when u really think about it. Right? Like these are the right members for this strange scenario 🤭

We know this is how Jin used to wake JK up. Jin even demonstrated that one time exactly how he used to do it by touching JK's nipples. (I can't with the Tannies sometimes. Honestly 🤦🏽‍♀️) From the huge amount of Jikook nipple play (inside this post is another post about this) we can safely deduce that JK's nipples are sensitive. So to me, yeah? To me it makes sense that a sleepy JK thought it was Jimin touching him. IF this is true and it did happen, the maths adds up. Just saying....

Lord have mercy 🤣😂😂

[shatcey]

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Well… I'm a kind of surprised myself how far it have gone. So, there was a task in X/Twitter to write about the wedding with the guys from the second part of the event. I chose Vivi only because I probably have a thing for black hair… No, that's a lie (probably), I just think it's the most suitable option out of these four. So, for the inspiration, I looked at the other answers, and someone mentioned jealousy as a reason to ruin the wedding… I decided who it would be. And… the question arose, why would I marry Vivi in the first place?.. That's how this story came about. It is quite long. Like I said… I'm surprised myself. Somewhere in the middle, I thought how stupid it was, but Vivi wouldn't let me drop it. The last part was the most difficult, but this time Alfons wouldn't let me quit. These men are merciless towards me. I used colours to lines different characters (it's easier to me to see). William, Liam, Harrison, Elbert, Alfons, Ellis, Jude, Roger, Victor. Yeah… 3 purple ones… I still haven't figured out how to use more colors… And Roger is green because there is no another blue.

How did I let myself get involved in this mess? Once again, I asked myself as I closed the distance to Vivi. No, really, this is my most idiotic decision. Not mine, but Vivi's… I just have no idea how I became a part of it.

The answer is simple. I was just too upset after a serious fight with Alfons and felt completely drained. It wasn't our first fight, but usually Alfie would slip away somehow and it would all be over before everything fell apart, but not this time… I don't even remember how it started. But I said everything that had been accumulating in me for months, and which he had somehow managed to evade all this time. And for once he didn't laugh it out, he got really angry. Maybe I said something that he didn't like, but I don't even have a clue what it was… I've said so much…

And right after he left, slamming the door, Victor found me. And he was so kind and understanding… It was the exact opposite of what I was used to. I cannot say Alfons is insensitive or indifferent… It's just so difficult with him. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who wants this relationship. Maybe that's how it is.

Alfons disappeared for almost a week, and after his return, I didn't even try to talk to him. It's not because I haven't missed him or worried about him all this time. Just… I still felt empty. It's like something important has disappeared from my heart.

*Back in a few days*

Lounge

Kate, can I have a moment of your time?

I look in the direction the voice. Vivi stands in the doorway and smiles charmingly at me, I could only manage a weak nod. Feeling several gazes on me, I tried my best to ignore them.

Right after Kate left.

Is that what I think it is? - Harrison

What? What? - Liam

Maybe... - Roger

(Alfons continues to stare at the door with an absolutely stony expression)

What is it? You have to tell me!

Vic decided to take the initiative while someone was playing the victim.

(Roger look at Alfons but he still showed no signs of hearing them)

But Kate is not so easy to win over…

Hah… Have you tried?

(Harrison smile teasingly)

What do you think?

I think you tried, and she didn't even notice…

(The smile vanished from Harrison's face)

But this is Victor… nothing is impossible for him…

You think too highly of him.

Wanna bet?

Don't you think Kate looked sad?

(No one answered, but there was agreement in the air)

So… Who wanna bet with me?

At the same time, in the Victor's office

Kate, you look rather pale, how are you feeling?

I'm fine… I'm sorry to worrying you.

I'll make you some tea. Everything looks better after a cup of tea.

(He smiled at me, and I just nodded in agreement)

Well… since you're so upset, I feel it's my duty to help you. How about we getting married?

I definitely imagining things

Sorry… What did you say?

(Victor turns to me with a big smile, holding cups in both hands)

Let's get married? It will definitely make you feel better.

I don't understand…

You will… Just trust me.

(He put the cup on the table in front of me and sat down opposite)

It just so happens that I have a wedding dress ready for you. Lucky, isn't it?

(I look at him and can't make sense of what he's saying. This must be a joke, right)

Is this some kind of assignment?

(Vic blinks, holding the cup inch away from his lips, but still takes a sip before answering)

Of course not. If this were a task, I would start with this.

But then what…

Your tea is getting cold…

(I look at the cup and obediently take a sip. Warm tea didn't unravel the secret of Victor's strange words)

So, it's decided! This weekend.

(I look at him only to make eye contact with his jewel-like eyes staring straight at me)

I don't und...

Would you like a scone? I just baked them… they're still warm…

(The smell of freshly baking filled the air, and my stomach growl)

Oh, dear.. You're hungry… Maybe I should bring something more significant?..

(I take a bite)

It's tasty… Thank you…

(There's definitely something wrong with me… How could I let him distract me? How could I forget?)

*Nowadays*

Very early Saturday morning

Rise and shine, beautiful!

(I jump at the very bright and enthusiastic voice)

Come on, we have so much to do… But there's not much time left. Liam…

(The last part was addressed to the door, which instantly swung open, and another hyperactive person rushed in like a whirlwind)

I'm so excited! Let's do… Where do we start? Let's get dressed… no… It's too early… makeup… or a hair?

Calm down. What's happening?

Oh, don't tell me you forgot. We're getting married today!

That was a joke…

No, it wasn't. I'm leaving you in Liam's capable hands…

Victor.... wai~...

(But he's already gone)

So...

(Liam's eyes are shining with curiosity)

Tell me… How long have you been hesitating between them two?

I am not!

(This didn't discourage him in the slightiest)

Regardless of who you stay with… He will be very happy…

(I was ready for anything but his sad expression. Oh, Liam… Why are you sad all of the sudden?)

Let's make them all regret that you didn't choose him. Vic was really lucky…

(I didn't have a chance to object or even get a word in, he pulled me out of bed and dragged me into the bathroom… to wash…)

In the garden

It's a nightmare. That's it, it's just a nightmare. I don't see any other options. I walk to the smiling groom, but… It wasn't the man I love, but Vic. I… how? Why am I doing this? If it was Will, I would at least think he made me do it, but no… I am in full control of my body. A smiling face with a bright jewel-like eyes appears in my mind's. He said, trust me and I trust.

(Vic takes my hand and smiles at me warmly)

Dear lovers - began Will, who had appointed himself to be officiant, and a sudden realization struck me. What am I doing? I don't wanna get married! Certainly not for Victor. Someone safe me!

(And, as if on cue, the door of the mansion opens, and Alfons runs out into the garden)

I told you so…

How do you always manage to win?

He didn't say a word, he just came up to me, took my bouquet, threw it to the guests and led me to the mansion. No one said a word to contradict him.

As soon as the door closed behind them

So… Who wants a cake?

William laughs merrily.

You don't seem upset…

He planned it! - Harrison

What? Didn't you want to marry Kate? - Liam was genuinely surprised.

Vic smiled, but didn't say anything.

Why did we participate in this farce to begin with? - Jude

He paid you… - Ellis

Elbert looked at the bouquet in Liam's hands.

It's so beautiful… Wait a minute… isn't that…

So... the cake?

Kate's room

He didn't let go of my hand all the way to my room, but he didn't say a single word. If I didn't know him better, I'd think it was his twin. Serious, quiet and collected. Not often I see this side of his, so sometimes forget.

Ahm… thank you…

I couldn't look him in the eye, but at least I had to say it.

So you didn't want to get married after all?..

The harsh tone of his voice made me flinch. He took a deep breath, and suddenly his voice turned into a soft purr…

I'm not mad at you.

I finally found a courage to look at him. He looks tired. More than usual.

This right-hand man is manipulating both of us so splendidly…

I blink in suprise.

Right… You didn't notice…

He smirked bitterly.

He tricked the manipulator, he's even more skilled than I thought…

What?

He shook his head and took a step towards me. I mirrored his movement. He seemed really pleased with my action. I took another step towards him, and this time he mirrored. I smiled, took one last step towards him and hugged him. The sweet smell enveloped me, and I finally felt at peace. Is that what I was missing? Is that what I yearned so much?

But in the end… I have to thank him.

Who?

Alfons laughs, hugging me even closer.

You my poor little robin… I'll never let you go!

dividers @.sweetmelodygraphics

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[machiroads]

anirevo 2024 con report belooooooow

THURSDAY NIGHT, AUGUST 8TH

Left my office at 4:30. Took the bus to the ferry straight from work except the GODDAMN BUS DIDN'T ACTUALLY STOP TO PICK ME UP so I had to wait for the next one and missed the 6:00 ferry so I didn't get to my hotel in Vancouver until after 10pm oof

The slow bus was very nice once i got over being mad about the fast bus leaving me on read by way of listening to linkin park. It goes through some very quaint rural areas.

I purchased a can of wine on the ferry which was like $15 for 8.5oz. I don't know how I feel about this but I do feel like I got ripped off because the wine was only ok

I edited and posted ch2 of WTBL&W entirely on my phone which may or may not have been a mistake. Getting the html formatting right wasn't too bad, but editing the splash image for twitter and bsky on photopea was uhhhhhhhhh a mistake. FAFO

FRIDAY AUGUST 9TH

My hotel had one of those fancy toto washlets so you bet your ass my butt was squeaky clean all weekend

My hotel also had a room service menu that had a bowl of oatmeal for $14 as an offering. Which. No.

I got an actual breakfast at a tiny hole in the wall crepe place staffed by a single old man, then trundled over to the con to pick up my badge at like 10ish. I was in line behind a cute couple in horimiya cosplay

The first panel I actually wanted to see wasn't until like 12 so I sat on the seawalk, finished my coffee, watched floatplanes, and replied to AO3 comments. 11/10 banger morning.

I watched an improv comedy D&D skit, which was fun, then traipsed down to the exhibition hall to do Some Shopping

MERCH REPORT: nobody really had heroaca stuff? Or if they did it was just the main kids. Still lots of people with HQ stuff, which I'm encouraged to see years after its ending. I'm happy with the pin selection this year tho, I picked up some nice stuff (but I think i will need to find additional capacity on my button collection because it's p much full oops)

BONUS COSPLAY REPORT: There also weren't really any heroaca cosplayers either, i saw like 1 shinsou, a couple bkgs, and a handful of people in nonspecific UA gym uniforms. Very strange. I did, however, see like 3 Nanamis within the span of 2 minutes on Saturday. (i don't even go here re jjk but he was the basic white boy cosplay of the year)

I spent like 2 hours in the exhibition hall and my brain hurt so I got poke for lunch, went back to the hotel to eat it, then took a nap

I went back for another couple panels on Friday night (a panel with vancouver VA graham hamilton, and another improv advice panel)

SATURDAY AUGUST 10TH

I went bra shopping on saturday morning because i accidentally overstuffed my backpack last week and zipped my bra into the zipper and tore the liner whilst trying to extract it. This is not relevant to the con, however it was an important part of my weekend

There wasn't anything I wanted to see at the con in the morning so I didn't get there until like 2:00 so I could line up for the cosplay contest. I'd never been to one before, and I don't really cosplay mself, but I've recently been watching some sarah spaceman videos, so I thought it would be fun to go see a contest for the first time.

On the schedule the contest is supposed to start at 2:30. There's like 6 down-and-backs of queueing space for people waiting to get in. When I got there around 2ish there were people milling about saying they'd cut the line. I loitered a bit longer until some admin looking folk went around telling people to disperse because queueing outside of the taped off area was a "fire hazard", and to come back at 3:00 when the event started. At this point, the line of people illicitly queued for this event wrapped probably halfway around the building, and the VCC is a Large Building.

I assume the delayed start time was probably due to pre-judging going long (thank u sarah spaceman for this education i now know how cosplay contests work), so i wasn't too fussy about that, but the fire hazard thing was a little silly to me because I'd been in the exhibition hall already which to me seemed like waaaaaay more of a fire hazard than a generally orderly line. Regardless. I bummed around on the seawalk for a bit and then went back just before 3 and managed to snag a seat. The contest itself ended up being really fun, and I'm glad i stuck around for it.

I went to another 3 panels on Saturday night, all 3 of which had similar queue capacity issues, and all 3 of which started late. Again, when the panels themselves started, they were all really fun, but logistically it seemed like they had some challenges. It does feel a bit silly to complain about though when I have literally nothing else to do that weekend tho haha

I attended the Philosophy of Science in FMA and Dr Stone (TIL epistemology is a word), a panel about adaptations that are superior to the source material, and...............yaoi bedtime stories. Which was a hoot.

SUNDAY AUGUST 11TH

Kind of a chill morning. Got some goodies at a bakery for breakfast / lunch / to bring home, checked out of the hotel, then trundled over to the con.

I went to a panel that was just a bunch of tables set up with colouring sheets and books and stuff and that was super what I needed. I coloured the eeveelutions from memory (and only forgot half of their colour schemes), and then there was a little time left so I also coloured in a cardcaptor sakura.

I thought about attending cosplay life drawing afterwards but ended up just heading home after colouring since I was kind of Done after a full weekend. There was another improv dragon ball tribute scheduled, but not until like 6:30pm and if I stuck around for that I wouldn't have gotten home today lol

No bus mishaps on the way home fortunately

ANYWAYS that's all folks thanks for reading about my dramatization of what was actually a pretty chill weekend.

[hansomeskz]

Devil Like Me Chapter 4

Han Jisung is the devil of the music industry, but he’s tired of being alone.

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Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | Epilogue

NOTE: I am trying to decide which fic I want to post next!! I was going to post a fic I have inspired by Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine but I also have one ready to go inspired by The 30th by Billie Eilish!! let me know which you would prefer :’)

The three of them keep their word, plotting when Jisung is not around. They spend spare time between 3Racha events whispering, huddled together. Jisung chooses to mind his business, carrying out any tasks handed to him by their manager.

He hears a lot from Chan about how he should just give up the act but the idea of angering their team any further when things are already so bad for them makes him feel sick. In the wake of the boardroom showdown, their schedule has become a living hell, especially for Jisung.

They seem to be trying to keep him busy so he has less energy to fight back, and it really is working. Each day is hours of rehearsal or recording sessions, followed closely by appearance after appearance. Jisung has done more interviews and attended more parties in the past few weeks than he has in his entire career.

He’s so exhausted that when his manager points out Chan across the room, suggesting Jisung goes and starts something, he does it without a second thought. He approaches Chan, shoving him harder than he’d intended.

Chan looks at him, completely unbothered. “What’s up?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.” Jisung wears the angry face that everyone around them expects, but he has no fight left in him. “She told me to start a fight but I don’t… I don’t have anything to be angry about,” he says simply. Chan’s face morphs into fake hurt to match Jisung’s act. “You threw a drink at me once because my shirt was ‘too expensive’, there’s nothing you’re upset about here?”

“Your shoes are fucking stupid, but you love them.” Jisung grabs Chan’s collar, pulling him close to sneer in his face. “I can’t find a single thing to even pretend to be mad about.”

Chan pushes at Jisung in fake desperation until he finally lets go. “That’s good, Ji. Do you get to go after this?”

“I don’t think so,” he says quietly, scowling as Chan takes a step back, scoffing at him for appearances. “I hope you get to leave soon, man. How many shots have you even had?”

“I stopped counting forty minutes ago.”

“Fuck, dude.” He flinches when Jisung gives him one last shove. “If you hit me hard enough, I bet they’d let me go,” he jokes. Chan seems to consider it before he turns and stalks off, a sour look on his face.

Jisung watches him as he heads to security. He sees Chan point towards him and speak angrily to the man before the security guard starts to approach him.

Their manager and his bodyguard are quick to roll up behind him when they realize this is going to foil any plans they had tonight, but it’s no use.

They spend well over twenty minutes arguing to keep Jisung at the party. While his manager’s shrill voice carries through the party, Minho texts Jisung to let him know that he’s waiting in his car outside. Jisung tells him he won’t be long.

Ultimately security wins, forcefully removing the three of them from the party.

When Jisung quickly approaches Minho’s car and slides in, the doors locking behind him, his manager starts screaming at him. He chooses not to listen, instead stealing a kiss from Minho over the centre console.

“How did you know I was getting kicked out?”

“Chan texted me. I thought you’d want a getaway car.” Minho smiles lightly, glancing at him before looking back to the road.

“You always come through when I need you, Min.”

“I hope I always will,” he says quietly, placing a hand on Jisung’s thigh. “You stink, baby. You smell like my parents’ liquor cabinet.”

“I did an unholy amount of tequila shots, don’t ask.”

“Tequila? And you’re not crying?” Minho squeezes his thigh gently and Jisung is actually a little surprised. “Huh, I guess not.”

“It sounds like this is all helping,” the older boy says, smiling to himself. Jisung smiles too, warmth spreading through his chest.

He does have to admit now that he has Minho, Chan, and Changbin in his corner, things have gotten a lot easier. He’s glad he isn’t alone anymore.

They go back to the dorms this time and as they step into Jisung’s room, he can’t help but notice all of the mail is missing.

“Chan gave me a key,” Minho starts. “We thought maybe you’d want them gone.”

Jisung nods softly, turning to look at him. “Thank you, Minho. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

The brunet just kisses his forehead and finds them both a change of clothes, helping Jisung out of his party wear and into a pair of sweats before he changes, too.

They crawl under the covers together, curling close. Jisung’s body is exhausted but his mind is racing, thinking of what’s next.

Minho dozes next to him, making small humming noises every time Jisung shifts positions. The blond feels very lucky that things turned out this way, even if it was a hard road for him. He thinks that even if they can’t escape their contract, he could live the next few years like this.

Changbin and Chan enter the apartment not too much later, giggling on their way through the living room and down the hall. Jisung hears them stall outside his door, whispers not quite reaching his ears.

When Chan quietly peeks inside through the cracked door, Jisung turns his head to look at him. They exchange sleepy smiles before Minho pulls Jisung closer, grumbling about how Jisung should be asleep by now.

Chan laughs softly before he disappears from the doorway, making his way to his own room. Jisung buries his face into Minho’s neck.

“Why are you still awake?” The Minho whines, hands slipping under the younger boy’s shirt to try and pull him somehow closer.

“I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Wanna share?”

“I’m just… happy. I’m fucking tired, but I’m happy,” Jisung says quietly, curling his fingers against Minho’s chest.

The brunet hums happily, giving him a squeeze. “I’m happy to hear it, baby. You deserve it.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You would’ve reached your limit eventually. I’m just glad I was there to make sure somebody was taking care of you.” Minho presses a kiss to the top of Jisung’s head, shifting so he’s half on top of the blond.

Jisung takes in Minho’s warmth, exhaustion starting to take over. While he can’t make out what the older boy says as he drifts off, it makes him feel loved.

The real war between them and the company starts when Chan’s tell-all comes out. The interview is 20 minutes long with Chan exposing all of the things he knows of that the company has done to Jisung.

The part that surprises Jisung the most is that Chan tries to take the blame for Jisung’s public persona, too. He and Minho are curled up on the couch in Minho’s apartment, watching everything unfold.

“The worst part is, it’s kind of my fault,” Chan says to the interviewer. Jisung gasps, shaking his head.

“I knew Han really well when we started out, and I just assumed that after debut he’d let the popularity get to his head. I wish I’d known better than to let them portray him as a monster when he was just doing what our management told him would help the group.” Chan sounds choked up, swallowing hard as the interviewer asks him another question.

“It’s not his fault,” Jisung says to Minho, furrowing his brows. Minho is frowning at the TV, the arm he has around the younger boy tightening its grip.

“No, that’s the worst part,” Chan says to the question Jisung missed. “The label knew about all of this, the death threats, the damage it was doing to our Hannie. They just didn’t care. It was doing numbers so why bother, I guess.”

“How does Han feel about telling everyone about this?”

“He’s scared out of his mind. Hell, I’m scared too. He just couldn’t keep living like that, it was going to drive him to…” Chan trails off but the interviewer nods in understanding.

“So why isn’t he the one telling everyone this?” The interviewer asks this as he leans forward. The blank expression he is sending to Chan makes Jisung’s blood run cold.

“Like I said, he’s scared. Ever since it came out to us that he was doing all of this we’ve been begging him to drop the act, but he doesn’t want to go against the company. I just… I had to do something to get him out of the situation. Maybe this will help. I hope if nothing else, this helps him be himself.”

Jisung blinks back tears as the interviewer starts to wrap up the show. Minho gives him a little squeeze, looking at him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fucking terrified, Minho.”

“I know, but you’re free now. It’s all out in the open. No more being somebody else,” Minho says quietly.

“What if I’m not? What if we’ve done everything we have and I still have to be the same guy I was before all of this?”

“Don’t let it happen, Ji. Han is dead, okay? Just… be Jisung.” Minho presses a kiss to the side of his head, smiling reassuringly.

Jisung opens his mouth to say something else but is cut off by the sound of his ringtone. Chan’s name is displayed over a picture of them from pre-debut. He hesitates, but he does answer the call. “Hello?”

“It’s done, Han-ah. It’s all out there. Are you at Minhos? Changbin and I are on our way.”

“You’re coming here?”

“I think if the label calls, it’d be best for us all to be together,” Chan says quietly.

“Okay, yeah. Thank you.” Jisung’s heart is hammering against his rib cage, sweat gathering on his hairline. He’s not sure if he’s ever felt so scared.

Chan and Changbin arrive quickly and the four of them sit together in silence.

When Jisung starts to fidget, picking at the skin on his hands, Minho puts on a show to fill the silence and laces their fingers together.

She takes her sweet time, but their manager does call them that night.

Before Chan can even say hello, she’s screaming down the phone line. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done? Do you have any idea how much damage you’ve just caused?”

“I do,” he says simply, hands clasped in front of him. They all huddle around the phone to listen. “Then you must be fucking stupid! We are losing money as we speak, our investors-“

“Let us out of the contract,” Chan demands, voice firm. Jisung admires Chan’s composure, his own hands shaking. “Oh, no, Bang. You’re stuck until you make back every penny we just fucking lost.”

“We aren’t playing your games anymore. Let us out or we’ll only make it worse.” He hears their manager huffing and puffing on the other side of the phone. “Meet me tomorrow at nine in my office. I don’t want to hear another peep from you until then.” The line clicks as she hangs up, and the four of them fall back into silence.

Jisung knows they don’t have to say anything else tonight. The story is already on the internet and will blow itself up without any help at all. The weight of the silence around them suggests the others know this, too.

“We should play scrabble,” Minho says quietly. The absurdity of the statement makes Jisung laugh, which prompts smiles from Chan and Changbin.

“Fuck it, let’s play scrabble,” Changbin agrees. Minho goes and gets the game and they all gather around the board. This moment of normalcy before their lives change forever is completely welcome, Jisung thinks.

Minho breaks out some bottles of wine too, and they spend the night pretending everything is fine. The cats trample the board regularly, all four of them giggling about it.

Jisung feels good, he thinks. This is one of the scariest times of his life, but with these people around him, he feels like he can handle what’s about to come.

Several bottles in, late into the night with Chan and Changbin are asleep on the couch, Jisung and Minho are tangled together in Minho’s armchair, whispering to each other.

“How are you feeling, Ji?” The older boy asks him, running his hands through his blond hair.

“I feel good. I don’t know what it is, Minho, but I feel like everything’s going to be okay.” Jisung smiles at Minho, and he returns it quickly. “I think it will be. Even if it doesn’t go how we all want it to, I think we’ll all be just fine.”

“I think so too,” Jisung says, burying his face in the burnet’s neck. He doesn’t move after that, knowing he has to be up early for the scariest meeting of his life. Minho holds him tight while he falls asleep, keeping him close through the night.

Minho comes with them in the morning, Chan stepping into their manager’s office at exactly 9am. The three of them trail behind their leader, nervous.

Jisung admires how fearless Chan is as he steps right up to her desk. She stares up at him, arms crossed. “You have created the most intense PR crisis I have ever seen in my life,” she says, cocking her head to the side.

“We didn’t do a thing, this was all your shit that caused this,” Chan barks at her. “We want out of the contract.”

“Well,” their manager starts, sneering at him. “If it were up to me I’d keep you stuck here for the next few years. I’d make you work off every penny you just cost us. Lucky for you, it isn’t up to me and the investors want you gone, so we’ve drafted an agreement.” She slides a folder across her desk to Chan. “But we need an answer by Monday.”

Jisung’s shocked, if he’s honest. None of them crack a smile, knowing anything could lie in the pages of the agreement, but he feels a little lighter knowing he’s got a chance to get out of this.

When they turn to leave, their manager speaks up again. “Oh, Han? Keeping your mouth shut is much easier than what you’ll have to go through to clear your name after all of the dust has settled.”

Han shrugs lightly, offering her a small smile. “At least it’ll be my choice to do it.” He turns and follows Minho out of the room.

The next few days are a blur while they go over the terms of the contract and make new demands. By Monday night they’re huddled around a table with the people who used to make up their team and all parties are signing, agreeing to all the terms to separate 3Racha from the label. The notice about it is posted before they’ve even left the building.

Changbin and Chan’s phones start to blow up right away, but not one of them misses how Jisung’s phone stays silent.

“I’m happy you’re out now,” Minho tells him once all four of them are curled up on his couches. Chan and Changbin are texting back all the people wishing them well as Jisung scrolls through Netflix. “Me too. I’m just scared about what it means for all of us, you know? Where do we go from here?”

“A million other labels would love to have you,” the brunet says quietly. “Or we could start our own,” Chan says, and the other three turn to stare.

“Our own?” Changbin asks, frowning. “Yeah, I mean… we can do everything ourselves anyway. The writing and producing we have on lock, and I know choreographers, directors, creatives…” Chan trails off, thinking for a moment. “Yeah. We could do it.”

They all fall quiet, looking at each other. Jisung thinks about how he would usually panic in a scenario like this, but with his thigh pressed firmly against Minho’s and his two best friends by his side, he feels like maybe he can do anything. “I think we should,” he says, eyes sparkling.

“Yeah?” Asks Chan, smiling at him. “Yeah.”

So they do. Weeks turn into months and before they know it, it’s nearly been a year since they split from their label. All four of them are sitting around a table at their favourite bar. They’ve turned this place into their official hangout spot over the past few months, so the waiters know to keep the drinks coming. A few faces have joined their crew, members of the team they’ve built for 3Racha Entertainment.

Jisung finds himself seated across from Felix, head choreographer, and Changbin. They’ve been lip-locked for what feels like hours and he and Minho are trying to break it up by throwing napkins at the two of them. It isn’t working.

“I can’t keep going like this, Ji. If I have to watch this for another second I’m going to combust,” Minho whines, burying his face in his hands. Jisung hears Seungmin, the head of PR, laugh from somewhere down the table. When he looks over, he sees the younger boy lean against Chan, a hand on his thigh.

Hyunjin, their head stylist, elbows him roughly to grab his attention. “Are you going to finish your drink? Jeongin disappeared, I don’t think we’ll ever get another drink again.” Jisung slides his cup towards Hyunjin, laughing. “Last I saw, he went to change so he can come to hang out,” Minho says, voice still muffled by his hands. Jisung curls his fingers around Minho’s wrist, tugging gently.

Jeongin, their favourite bartender, slides into the seat at the head of the table. “There he is!” Chan grins, standing. “Now that we’re all here, I want to raise a toast.” The eldest boy holds up his drink and the seven other boys crowding the table do the same.

“To a brand new beginning! And to the family we’ve built along the way. I can’t wait to do this with all of you.” Chan smiles proudly at all of them, and Jisung’s chest swells. “Cheers to that,” he says, clinking his glass against Minho’s.

The sound of everyone’s glasses knocking together has Jisung’s eyes watering. “Everything okay, Ji?” Minho asks, curling an arm around him. “Too much tequila,” he lies, face growing hotter. “Mmm, my crybaby,” the older coos, kissing Jisung’s temple.

“I’m gonna get some air before I start bawling,” he laughs as he stands. Minho stands, too. “I’m coming with. I don’t want to see Changbin sucking on Felix’s tongue anymore.”

The two of them head outside the bar, sitting on the curb. “Really, are you alright?” Minho cups his cheek, rubbing it gently with his thumb. Jisung leans into his touch, nodding a little. “Overwhelmed,” he mumbles, scooting closer.

The brunet nods, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. “Wanna go home?”

“Nah, I’m just…happy. If you’d told me last year that things would end up like this, I don’t think I would’ve believed you.”

Minho laughs lightly at that. “I did tell you, baby.”

“And I didn’t believe you!” Jisung shoots back, giggling. The older boy pulls him closer, grinning. “You didn’t, that’s true.”

They steal kisses from each other in their few moments of peace, only pulling apart when a girl approaches them. “Excuse me, I’m so sorry to bother you… Are you Han Jisung?”

He looks up at her with wide eyes. “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”

“Do you think I could get a picture with you? I’m a huge fan.” She’s trembling slightly, a shy smile on her face. He buffers for a moment before his brain registers what she said.  “A picture? Of course.”

He stands shakily, smiling brightly at her. “What’s your name?” He asks, curling an arm around her shoulders for the picture. She tells him before leaning in a little closer, smiling and snapping a photo. Jisung is reeling as she thanks him again and scurries away. “Did she say she’s a big fan?” He asks, looking down at Minho.

The older boy has his phone out, having taken dozens of pictures of the interaction. “She did! Your very first fan interaction, huh?”

“My first good one, at least…” He holds his hand out to Minho to help him up, smiling brightly. “That was so exciting, I can’t believe it.”

Jisung gushes about it for the rest of the night. Nobody at the table teases him for it, knowing what he’s had to go through to get to this moment.

As Minho loads the last boxes of his things into Jisung’s living room, the blond gets a call from an unknown number. He would ignore a call like this on any other day but something in his gut tells him this call might be an important one.

His feeling is confirmed when a shaky voice on the other end answers his greeting. “Jisung, sweetheart, I am so sorry.”

His heart hammers against his ribcage, his face going pale. “Mom?”

“I didn’t know, and I should've. I’m sorry I fell for it, I thought I knew you better than that.” His mom is crying into the phone, voice breaking. Minho is watching him with wide eyes.

“No, Mom… It’s not your fault. It all happened the way they designed it. I didn’t want to drag you into it, so I just pushed you away.”

“I should’ve known. I should’ve known that wasn’t you.” He can hear her gasping for breath between words and his stomach twists. “There was no way you could’ve known…”

“I just called to say I love you and that I’m sorry. I should’ve been there. I should’ve known.” Jisung can feel her shuddering breaths in his bones, tears pricking at his eyes. “I don’t blame you for a second. Thank you, Mom.”

“I love you, sweetheart. I miss you, come home soon?”

“Yeah. I love you too…” His throat closes around the words, his lower lip trembling. “Mom, I have to go, I’m in the middle of moving. We’ll talk soon, alright?”

“Okay. Talk soon.” She sniffs right before she hangs up, leaving Jisung stunned.

“That was your mom?” Minho asks, biting his lip nervously.  “It was. She called to apologize for not being there while everything was happening, but…”

“But what? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“I don’t know, I think so, but I’m kind of hurt, I think.” Jisung blinks a couple times, trying to get his thoughts to settle.

Minho approaches him slowly, slipping his arms around his waist. “I think you earned a little hurt in all of this, no?” He presses tender kisses to both sides of the younger boy’s face.

Jisung tries to hide the smile tugging at his lips but it’s no use. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“You can accept her apology without jumping right back in. Especially considering how long it took her to reach out, I think that would be okay.” Minho looks at him so tenderly, causing Jisung’s heart to hammer against his rib cage. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“I know.” Minho steals one last kiss from him before pulling away. “Now help me move the books, they’re too heavy.” Minho gestures vaguely towards the boxes he packed far too full of books.

Jisung gets to work, feeling grateful he has somebody like Minho to help him through all of this.

As the younger boy slides the books onto his bookshelf, slotted between his own CD collection, the brunet wraps his arms around him from behind.

Jisung smiles lightly, leaning into his touch a little. “I’m happy you’re moving in,” he says quietly. Minho hums in acknowledgment, pressing a kiss to Jisung’s shoulder. “Me the fuck too.”

“I’m also glad this means I get 24/7 access to the cats.”

“Soonie will keep himself out of reach at all times still, baby.”

“Yeah, well, I can dream, can’t I?” Minho laughs in response, giving him a squeeze. “I guess so. I’m gonna order us some dinner, keep working hard.”

Jisung misses his touch the second he disappears to make the order.

All eight of them find themselves crouched around Chan’s laptop the day they announce their new venture. Hyunjin is carrying on about how nervous he is as Chan publishes the official announcement of the launch of 3Racha Entertainment.

Minho has his arms wrapped tightly around Jisung, chin hooked over his shoulder. The younger boy has his hands clasped over Minho’s around his middle, leaning back against him. Jisung lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding as his friends erupt into excited chatter around him.

He can’t hear a thing except for Minho’s voice in his ear. “I’m so proud of you, Ji,” he says quietly. The blond’s skin heats up quickly, the tips of his ears turning bright red.

“I never could’ve done it without you.” He turns in Minho’s arms, curlings his fingers into the older boy’s shirt and pressing chaste kisses to his lips. “You could’ve, but I’m glad you didn’t have to.”

“Yeah, me too.”

They savour the few moments that they get to themselves before their friends start demanding their attention. Chan pulls Jisung aside as the rest of the group absorbs Minho into their conversation.

“How are you feeling, Jisung-ah?” He smiles lightly at Jisung, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I’m nervous, maybe even shitting myself, but I’m ready for this.”

Chan laughs, nodding. “Yeah, me too. Are you happy you did it, though?”

“I couldn’t be happier. Thank you, Chan.” Jisung smiles brightly at the older boy who shrugs lightly. “I’m glad you let me in, Ji. I missed my best friend.” Chan pinches his cheek gently, a fond look in his eyes. “I missed you too, man. You know-”

“Jisungie! Can you vouch for my sick beatboxing skills?” Jeongin yells from the huddle a few feet away. Jisung grimaces and pats Chan’s shoulder before joining the group. “I could but I’d be a filthy liar,” he says, earning a good laugh from his friends. Warmth spreads throughout his chest at the sound.

He locks eyes with Minho across the huddle and smiles lightly. Minho smiles back, slipping out of his spot so he can stand next to Jisung instead. He thinks about how lucky he is to have found his people.

A year ago, Jisung had been at his lowest. He’d been completely alone and entirely afraid of what was in store for him. He’s shocked that now he’s surrounded by people he loves, who love him back unconditionally.

Minho’s thumb brushes his cheek as he leans in to whisper into his ear. “Is everything okay, baby?”

“I’ve never been better,” Jisung says quietly. His face is hot, tears pricking at his eyes, but he sends Minho his brightest smile. Minho smiles back, knowing he means it.

Felix’s hand finds his back, too. “Are you crying? That’s a bit much, don’t you think?” He grins as he teases him, and the jab draws the attention of the other boys standing around them.

They all coo and pinch at Jisung, teasing relentlessly about the tears now finding their way down his cheeks. He whines, smacking at their hands. “Leave him alone you vultures,” Minho snaps playfully, pulling Jisung in close.

The younger boy laughs against his skin, embarrassed he’s been caught. Chan squeezes into the huddle between Felix and Jisung, patting his back. “We’re happy you’re here, Ji.”

“I am too,” he mumbles. Minho holds him a little tighter as Changbin punches Jisung’s side gently. “We love you, dude.”

“I know.” And he does. He could spend forever with these people, he thinks.

[corvoda]

Hi I ran his Twitter account, I'm about to dump everything i got about that hunk of scrap metal (most affectionate thing i can call him)

(art by Birbteef)

Simple background, i joined blaseball at the end of Season 11, and picked favorites based on names alone at first, and being a Firefighters fan, picked Joshua Butt as my fav. Season 12 rolls around and Joshy is the first player to die, lucky me, so i needed a new fav. Suddenly the stars align and they all shine upon this weirdo; Kennedy Rodgers.

I prefer Nonhuman characters. I got into blaseball because it was weird, so i am drawn towards the weird players.

I have a soft spot for clockwork themes thanks to Pokemon Mystery Dungeon, my fav game ever. Kennedy Rodgers is a "clockwork automaton made of mostly gears and various time-telling instruments".

I'm an absolute SUCKER for Underdogs, and Season 12 made him the SHINING EXAMPLE of one.

During Earlsiesta, Season 12, Rodgers gained the Under Over modification as part of the Seasonal Reading.

This is the first blessing the Reader has EVER given out. Curry Aliciakeyes got "Over Under", which did the exact opposite, so it was actually a Curse. Under Over activates at the start of EVERY GAME, whether he's actually playing or not. It's pretty fitting for a robot, especially with this text at the start of every single game. He really wanted to make himself be known, even if he's just cheering from the dugout.

And then During the Season 12 elections, the Chicago Firefighters received the Organ Replacements blessing, which increased Rodgers' pitching from 1.5-Stars to 2.5-Stars. Only 2.5, boosted by 20% in most cases thanks to his ability, yeah, but still only 2.5. Look at him, he's shit.

So season 13 rolls around and he gets to show off his new shoes. We expect a decent showing, how's he do?

ONLY THE BEST SEASON OF HIS ENTIRE GODDAMN CAREER.

2.5 FUCKING STAR PITCHER

That was better than Jaylen Hotdogfingers. Better W/L Ratio than Gabriel Griffith, who had a 1.9 ERA that season. KRod's wasn't that far off. Polkadot Patterson was at 13/7 with a 2.10. he was up there with some of the greats.

It didn't last long, he went back to being Average soon after this, but he was always much better than youd expect by just looking at him. Under Over carried him hard, and the Sim's team-win-estimation didn't account for it either. If a game was estimated to be a close fight and Krod was pitching, you better bet on Krod every time.

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Lets stop talking stats for a moment and talk about him as a person.

He originally played for the Wild Wings, and joined the Firefighters after the wing's season 7 championship. Firefighters were meant to trade 3 players with the wings, but due to some classic Sim shenanigans we only got 2, Krod and Jose Haley. Jose died almost immediately after joining the Firefighters so Krod was suddenly here from out of country all on his own, in a place he's actually never been before (i dont think the wings/ffs ever had a game together up to that point due to how Divisions worked). He was really shy, and joined as the weakest pitcher in the FFs rotation.

He's often seen as one of the most Optimistic players on the team. He knew he wasn't good but he didn't let it get to him much. He took every loss as a learning opportunity. He wanted to improve himself in any way possible but i don't think he wanted the fame of being a good player. He played along side Burke Gonzales, so he knew what it could be like. Staying an underdog was the perfect spot for him. His endless Curiosity and Creativity meant even in the worst of times he'd try to find a bright side and cheer others up, and wanted to teach others everything he knew. He was a real Info-dumper kinda guy. It takes something REALLY bad to put him in a bad mood.

SUN HEIST.

Hopefully i have this story correct, but this is how i understand it went down.

The Wild Wings ballpark is called the Bucket. What do they put in a Bucket? Chicken? Wrong. it's a Sun.

Deep down in the pits of the Bucket there is a Sun. Not THE Sun, but A Sun. The Bucket was built to contain that stolen sun. A lot of things at the Bucket use this old sun as a power source. Fast Forward many years, Season 11, and Tot Fox does that thing where the actual Sun (we'll call it Sol) collapses into a black hole. Sunbeams obviously in a panic. Sol isnt dead tho, it's stuck inside. It calls out to Sandy Crossing and tells her to get the Wings to help, they'd know what to do. A few of the older wings players are like;

"oh ya, so we have this old sun in our basement. it's kinda a big deal, we don't tell many people about it, especially not you guys since we figured you wouldn't like that. We have a place for Sol if you need it, but you need to get it first."

They do this whole mission, sending Brock Watson into the black hole to rescue Sol. It's heavily condensed, small, and very weak. they rush it to the Bucket asap, and they feed The Bucket's Old Sun to Sol. The two combine into one and Sol is saved, and kept in the bucket for safe keeping.

There was a short period of time when the Bucket's old sun was just gone, eaten by Sol, so a lot of Bucket's Tech stopped working until the sun fusion finished. And that included poor K-Rod, all the way in Chicago, who had no idea of this Old Sun business. He was left in the dark about how he was powered. He was awake, doing his usual routine, making a watch, prepping for the next fire call, when he suddenly drops dead for a few hours. Everyone in the firehouse is in a panic because nobody knew how to fix K-Rod better than K-Rod himself. Eventually the Sun fusion is completed in Mexico and K-Rod wakes up, terrified and confused.

It takes a shockingly long time to hear anything from the Wild Wings about what caused this, since the Wings were still stressed over letting the Old Sun get eaten, and that whole thing about Brock going into a black hole. They hadn't even considered K-Rod until a bit later. Burke Gonzales travels all the way up to Chicago to check on K-Rod and explain the whole thing. Kennedy is incredibly upset about this whole thing, for a good number of reasons. The fact that they forgot about him, the fact that they never told him about the one thing keeping him alive, the fact that multiple wings knew about it and nobody thought he should be included in that info, and possibly also the fact that he's a firefighter now and his primary power source is A SUN!? THE FIREFIGHTERS' ENEMY NUMBER ONE?!

He has a very rough relationship with the Wings now. Mexico is still his home, and they're his home team, but He's from Chicago. Chicago is his home now. He still kinda felt like an outsider in Chicago tho, he was still fairly new to the team, and was a pretty solitary guy, so he didn't have any really close friends, just friendly work acquaintances. He looks back at CDMX in rose-tinted goggles nowadays. He only wants to remember the good old times he had there, but refuses to go back, and his love for his old team is more bitter than sweet now. He misses them a lot.

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At the end of Season 14, Firefighters get a new player. Thanks to a deal with the Lovers, they land an absolute Jackpot of a player. Gabriel Fucking Griffith.

Gabriel is the opposite of K-Rod in every conceivable way. He's got a massive ego, he's a gloat, he's loud and bombastic, wanting all focus on him at all times. He can Pitch, he can Run, he can Bat, he can Catch, he puts his blaseball career first, firefighting second, and on top of all of that, he actually has the reputation to back it up.

K-Rod keeps his distance from this guy. He keeps his eye on him to learn some new tricks for himself, but he can't stand the attitude. Especially Gabriel's destructive anger management after losing a game. Their occasional talks are friendly, and K-Rod does slowly try to teach him that winning isn't everything. Even a Pro can learn from their Losses. The best thing to do is to keep moving forward and keep trying your best. That's all anyone can ask for in the end. Blaseball is hell, and he shouldn't make it harder for himself than he needs to, especially as Firefighters. Just find a way to enjoy it. That's been K-Rod's way of going about it up to this point. Gabe really appreciated the pep talks. They slowly started to get along.

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Ohohohohhoo season 19

Season 19 is when the game got turned Upside Down. Winning was now Losing, and Losing was now Winning. And you know who this hurt the most? Gabriel? You'd think but no, it was actually Kennedy.

The one thing K-Rod focused on was his improvement. He put a very large chunk of his regular free time to trying to find ways to improve himself, and knowing that all he had to do was try his best. Suddenly that's no longer a positive thing. All that effort he's put into himself is not just wasted, its a Hindrance to the team. His Under Over skill, which makes him play better, is now actively hurting the team. It feels like the game is tearing him apart piece by piece with every game he plays. Shockingly, the one person who's not upset by this is Gabriel.

Gabe sits down with K-Rod and gives him a mirror of the speech K-Rod had given him before. They don't have a choice other than to try their best, so why not keep doing it? This season sucks for everyone, not just K-Rod, so he shouldn't take anything personally. It's a learning opportunity on how to adapt to weird changes. The Tokyo Lift had that Hype-Train thing going on that season and were the best team in the league. Nothing made any sense. They should just have fun. That's all that mattered, its why people watched the games. It's why Gabe acts so bombastic. Everyone likes to see the players have fun. Learn to put on a show.

Somehow, Tokyo managed to make the playoffs, despite the Wins=Lose thing. and in the playoffs, the Wins=Lose thing did not apply. Firefighters, the worst team in the Wild High Division (best? We won a lot and that's bad), managed to make it into the playoffs as a Wildcard, facing off against the Tokyo Lift round 1. It was obvious the Lift were going to wipe the floor with us. They had max Hype-train, meaning their home games gave them such a massive advantage that it was barely a fair game. Two of the 3 games were played in Tokyo. One of which was against the Firefighters best pitcher, Lou Roseheart, and one of them against our pitcher who just suffered a major peanut allergy, and had become one of our worst players, Caleb Alvarado.

Game one, despite her best efforts, Lou Roseheart, our best pitcher, let 10.7 runs go. a 10.7 to 1 score. There was no way Caleb could win in those same conditions. Kennedy, luckily, was the pitcher who pitched the game held at the Firehouse. Wing's won their Season 7 championships as the Wildcard team and he was the worst on the team back then. Now here he is, Wildcarded back into the postseason, worst team in the division, and he's got one last chance to finally shine. To make the world know his name.

0-6. He pitched a Shutout. Half of those innings without his Under Over skill in effect. He simply refused to let them win. Sure, the Lift didn't have their ridiculous advantage in that game, and Firefighters didn't win that set. Lift went on to win all of Season 19. But it wasn't about that. It was growth. Spite. Not Spite for the Lift, but for Blaseball as a whole. Fuck this game and everything it stands for. He's here to try his best and support his friends. That's all he's here for. And he is having fun doing it.

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That's the end of his story. He ended up being Faxed into the shadows in season 21, and due to his low Star total, never came back out. The closest thing we have to anything after that is Anastasia Isarobot. She was a player in the Shadows of the Firefighters since season 16. the common story for her was that she was made by K-Rod and Fran Beans of the Wing. K-Rod and Fran were friends, and she didn't know about the Sun Heist stuff either, so the two of them kept in contact. K-Rod wanted to make a robot of his own, one he could keep out of Blaseball. One who could live their own life. Anastasia (Staj) was like a daughter to him. When fall-ball happened, Staj was dropped to the Wings, but K-Rod never came back. Staj was, also, the best player in the entire ILB.

Maybe all the improvement K-Rod tried to apply to himself carried over into her construction. He didn't want her to play Blaseball and now here she is, forced to play, better than her dad ever could be. And she gets snuffed out in Season 1, by the same book that caused all the hell they were in before. She never had a chance. She might go through the same hell as Jaylen Hotdogfingers. The worst fate that any player could ever endure.

And then they were all released. Thats it. Krod, Staj, everyone, finally set free. it's so sudden. I can only wish them the best. I love all these players more than you could possibly imagine. I actually drove myself to tears writing this whole thing. When i was running K-Rod's Twitter account, I wrote him a lot like myself, because he already kinda was like me. But in the end he became something much more, he became the kinda guy i wanted to be. Its very weird to look up to a guy I practically helped write, but i really do.

I had only a passive interest in Robot characters prior to Blaseball, but now here i am, V-Tubing as a Robot on the internet, with a new fascination in old computers and engineering. I even have a drawing of Staj on my office wall at work, in the same way you'd hang up a picture of your own kid.

I'll never be the same. @fintenciate im @ing you here because im sure this post will kill you as much as it kills me.

I've been sad about Blaseball lately

You should tell me about your Blaseball blorbo, especially if they aren't one that's well known. I mean, I wouldn't mind if you want to tell me why you like Jessica Telephone or Mike Townsend or PolkaDot Patterson anyway. But I especially want to hear if you have a guy (gn) that's constantly rotating in your mind.

[ralphdro]

My thoughts on the new JSA run so far

[Originally published on my Twitter account, on Nov. 30th]

So, nobody asked for it, but I want to speak and this is my space for that. I am a really big fan of the JSA, with them being my favorite super hero team by a far margin. Therefore, you can imagine how happy I was to know a new series was starting, and being written by the same man who made me fall in love with them, Geoff Johns. To top it off, it features fucking HELENA WAYNE, offspring of one of my favorite ships in fiction, Batman X Catwoman. Well, without further ado, let's start.

This storyline actually starts in the "The New Golden Age" one-shot, that features multiple generations of Doctors Fate seeing impending doom arriving to destroy our beloved super team, but they are never sure how to deal with it. It's implied that Degaton, the time villain is behind it, with him killing the JSA of the 31st century, and mentioning he actually killed this Fate's granddaughter "before". This is an important point for a theory I will present at a later point. We also get to know this new version of Helena Wayne, who is determined to stop her father's killer, and thus wears the mantle of The Huntress.

Now we actually will talk about the new JSA book proper. This first volume starts with Helena searching for her Doctor Fate, Khalid Nassum, who, a day prior warned her about impending danger. To no avail.

With him gone, the tension rises in this generation of the JSA, which is comprised mostly of descendants of super-villains. We have Icicle, Grundy, and even new faces that belong to the famed "13 Children" lost to time. This new team is not approved by Power Girl, one of the last legacy heroes still there. They later find out Fate is already dead, and weirdly it looks like he has been for quite sometime. Then the reveal comes: this time villain, presumably Degaton, has the ability to alter the timestate of whatever he wants, killing all of them using this powerful skill. When he's about to kill Helena, her mother arrives on the scene tells her to search for Fate, and gives her Doctor Manhattan's snow globe, which sends her back in time, to 1940. Selina's fate is unknown to us as of now.

This first volume wasn't exactly what I was expecting. I particularly do not like plots that revolve around time travel, as they tend to get extremely convoluted and very unsatisfaying to see play out. To top it off, I really hate Degaton. His arc in Geoff's run was really hard to get hyped to read (it had some great moments and all, but wasn't my favorite). BUT, this new story could present some really interesting plot points.

My main theory is that "Degaton" is back on his "I will kill EVERY JSA" shenanigans, and is killing them starting with their future versions first, and making his way to the team's origins in the 40's. Therefore, Helena must hurry to get back in the current timeline and stop him before he manages to kill them. I bet this'll be the main plot. And, this will interact with the new Stargirl series properly reintroducing the Lost Children in this timeline. That way, Helena's future will be rewritten, their JSA will actually live up to its name with more people picking the heroes legacies, and Batman won't die (I think "Degaton" is behind this awell).

To be honest, I was kind of disappointed while reading it for the first time, but my mind wasn't calm and in the right place. After reading it again, alongside The New Goden Age, I'm much more interested in it. I hope they manage to tell a cool story, and please let Power Girl be an important character T^T

Speaking of which, I hope they mention or fix the plothole that is PG appearing in the 70s flashback, as it doesn't fit with the current Superman timeline.

That's it, if you read it so far, thank you! I really love the JSA, and will probably make more posts like this according to the new issues releases. LONG LIVE THE JSA!

[invaderzia1]

9 “Don’t give me that look” + Draken

Being stuck in Draken’s shop wasn’t always bad. Sometimes you could sit and bug Inui to keep you company, other times you could convince Draken to give you attention. However, when he had offered for you to stay with them until he was finished, he neglected to mention how busy they would be today.

For the millionth time you huffed as you watched him talk to a customer. Spinning around in his work chair as you tried to scroll through Twitter to occupy yourself, yet it wasn’t working. You crossed your legs and continued to shoot glares at Draken. The sun had slowly started to fall behind the horizon line, causing the street lights to go on outside, which only made the rest of the shift feel like it was dragging more than it actually was.

The last customer left the store and Draken turned towards you, seeing the annoyed way you were staring at him. Your plump lips were pushed together as you pouted, making him sigh.

“Don’t give me that look.”

“Come to the shop, you said. It’ll be fun, you said.” You mimicked him, deepening your voice to sound more like your tall boyfriend.

Draken’s eyes rolled at your dramatics, walking over to you and spinning the chair so you were looking at him.

“How about I make it up to you?”

Your eyes perked up at this, staring up at him with those large doe like eyes he loved, you looked so innocent. He knew the truth though, all those nights in his bedroom with you, all the nasty stuff you two get into when the curtains are closed.

Draken placed one hand on each of your thighs, spreading them before dropping down to his knees. He could see the wet spot on the cute pink panties you wore to the shop underneath your skirt. He brought his thumb up onto your clothes clit and pressed the digit softly against it, causing you to whine out.

“I say we have 30 minutes before the next appointment comes in, and about,” he paused, looking behind you at the clock that hung on the wall,” 25 minutes before Inui comes back from his break. Bet I can make you cum in under 5.”

A gasp went past your lips as you felt his thumb press harder against your clit, circling around it a few times before his hands pulled your panties down your thighs, pulling them off completely and stuffing them in his back pocket. His lips pressed a kiss against the soft flesh of your thigh as he nestled his head between them, his large hands moving your legs over his shoulders and pushing them open.

Your eyes went from staring at him to the clock on your phone as your vision blurred from the pleasure, then back down to him as his tongue lapped at your now drenched cunt. It expertly swirled around your clit, the vibrations of his groans causing you to moan out louder. One of his fingers made its way into your cunt, slowly moving in and out as you threw your head back.

“s’ good, feels good.”

Your slurred speech only encouraged him more, wanting you to feel absolutely wrecked by the time of your first orgasm. It’s only fair, making his precious princess wait for so long with barely anyone paying attention to her. A damn shame, especially when you wore the skirt he loved, the one that just barely covered your ass. Spending all day pouting with those nice plump lips, all dolled up like you weren’t the just going to be sitting around the shop, driving him insane as he worked on his bikes all day.

His hand pushed your thigh up more as he pushed his head further into you. One of your hands reached down and tangled itself in his black locks, pulling it from his pony tail as you pushed him further in as well. Pushing his nose against your clit as you bucked against his face, coating his face with your juices as you chased your own high.

[buffenny]

i’ve avoided putting anything on here, on my public accounts because i’m not exactly a public griever. i never will be. i originally wasn’t going to put anything here either, but i think this is the next step in this whole grieving thingy for me.

idec if anyone actually reads this, because this is a comfort for me, plus i don’t think i can stomach not saying anything about someone that meant so much to me despite having never met him. he’s got me through so much. so fucking much. 

also before i get into it, i do want to mention that this is very much me rambling and may also come across sort of vent-like. 

things were really rough for me last night (as im sure it was for so many other people). i cried for so so long to the point where i couldn’t breathe and the only thing i could feel was the pressure of my headache that had formed, it wasn’t even one of those pounding headaches, it was just constant. honestly i blame it on being dehydrated, L to me for not drinking water ig. 

at first i thought it was some kinda of sick joke. about 10 seconds into the video i was actively hoping that it was. i don’t know how to fucking process this or how to properly grieve and i cant even imagine how anyone close to him must be feeling right now. but i bet that they’re fucking proud of him. he’s made such a positive impact on so many fucking people. 

he was the first person i watched when i started watching minecrafters again. instantly i grew attached to his content and his personality. the way he interacted with his friends was just so fucking nice to watch. i cant even explain it well because who the fuck actually manages describes complex emotions like this in full?? 

my first art post on my twitter account was him and my first mcyt post on my instagram account was him. i

 remember being fifteen fucking years old, having no friends and no one to even talk to. i remember being the loneliest i had ever been in my entire life, and i remember how much technos content helped me through that. 

yesterday, when the video was uploaded to his channel, i cried the hardest i had ever cried in my entire life. i have never dealt with grief like this. i’ve never experienced death. but yesterday, everything felt wrong. nothing felt real, it didn’t feel real. i straight up, could not fucking believe it. i still cant believe it. because it doesn’t feel real. i cant wrap my head around him actually being gone. 

and when i say that everything felt wrong, i mean that it felt like i couldn’t do anything. everyone was talking about distractions but i couldn’t distract myself because just the action of doing so felt like i was doing him a disservice. and don’t get me wrong, i know that’s not true, but that’s how it felt. i couldn’t listen to fucking music all day yesterday because the noise was just too loud, and the lights on in my room were too bright so i had to shut them off as well. it all felt so wrong. 

today, seeing the rest of the world move on with their lives was so confusing to me. people have been so excited to watch the new stranger things episodes and i just cant. i cant bring myself to do anything like that. anything that i can’t relate back to technoblade i cant distract myself with. 

i played a bit of minecraft, i watched some of his old videos, i watched phil’s stream. 

it was really nice to laugh with my friends though. i’m glad that i was able to do that today. really fucking glad. 

i’ve been spending a lot of time on twitter. right now the whole place is just full of love and support and other people who are grieving just as much as i am and it’s really fucking nice. 

i’m kind of scared to post this because i’m not really one for being public with my emotions, and i don’t have anything like this on any of my accounts. also the fact that i know my friends will probably see this. but like i said, it felt wrong not to post anything. 

it’s true that i could post something significantly shorter, but i think i’d rather post something that feels more me.