#to give him a feud with someone who will put in nothing so he has to do everything to make hook look really good

[bxnfire]

love island ft. ryomen sukuna

masterlist

loveisland!sukuna who isn't interested in you at first (or anyone for that matter) but due to his little feud with gojo he decided to spend time and time with you, as it seemed as though gojo was smitten with you. but his scheme ended up with him actually being into you, oh boy!

loveisland!sukuna who isn't as charming or sweet as the others, and he doesn't pretend to be. for a place where men are encouraged to be on their best behavior he sure sticks out like a sore thumb, but you'd be lying if you said that it didn't attract you to him

loveisland!sukuna who is just passionate. the second he decides you'll be his, he makes it known to everyone, specially you. in your dates, he never shies away from any "hard" questions, nor does he acted like he has mixed feelings. sure, maybe he doesn't call you my love, nor does he tell you sweet nothings at all times, but when you ask him if he'd actually be in a relationship with you when this all is over, or whether he's genuinely into you, his answers make your doubts go away, as if there was never a reason to have them to begin with. he's not quite the talker, but you come to realize that he's a good fucking listener. sure, he looks annoyed about half the time, but you best believe he remembers the names of your plushies, your favorite dressing, the show you've watched 17 times, and the exact spot in your neck where you'd rather be bit than sucked on, the pace at which he should thrust into you, and what sounds let him know that you need more, that you're about to cum, or that you want to change the pace. he truly does make you wonder if anyone's truly known you before him

loveisland!sukuna who always wins the heart rate challenge, for the only one who spikes his off the charts is you, and everyone else is well, just there. this always earns him dates with you, in which he makes sure he spikes your heart rate off the chart. be prepared to wake up sore, because no matter how active you may or may not be, this man is fan of multiple rounds, and even if that was just part of the game, he believes you owe him for getting him all riled up, and he makes you pay for it. you must want to kill him by showing everyone in the cast and crew, who struggle trying to censor the obscene bulge he's worked up after your little performance. whether it is by fucking your throat relentlessly until he feels like you've earned pleasure, or by putting you in all fours and gripping your waist and hair so damn hard that you barely have time to notice he's about to go all in with no mercy, though the way your pussy clenches and gets even wetter lets him know you don't mind one last bit, or maybe even by making you sit your cunt on his tattooed face and not stopping until you're a crying, whimpering mess begging for a break, which spoiler alert! he's not giving you

loveisland!sukuna who is feisty. he's quick to get into a fight when he overhears the other contestants talk about you as if they could get you, or if god forbid, someone disrespects you. if it weren't for the public absolutely loving his twisted temper and how he is towards you, the black eyes and broken noses he's caused would've made him get sent home wayyyy sooner than planned

loveisland!sukuna who loves adventure dates and dinner dates. horseback riding in a forest or mountain can be super romantic, he gets to tease you and let his competitive side shine through, but you shouldn't be surprised to find that he was on a quest to find the perfect hidden spot where he could take you without interruptions, as it was already rough focusing on riding the horse while all you wanted to do was ride him, and he had made it clear he had about the same intentions when he "helped" you get on your horse, which sure, yeah you were secured alright, but you heavily doubted the rubbing of his fingers on your clothed pussy did anything to adjust your seat, or the fact that he explained everything to you between kisses along your neck and shoulders as his breath landed right on your ear had actually helped you on your journey. if anything, it made you wish you had worn a bikini instead of your cotton underwear, which was soon to be torn to shreds. as for dinner dates, he actually loves listening to you speak. he may always bitch when you ask to taste his food, but as he rolls his eyes he pushes his plate towards you, and makes sure to look back just in time to see you've liked his choice, not that he ordered something that would be of your taste, his taste just so happens to be excellent, the mere coincidence it has with your favorite meals is purely random, not him trying to impress you, don't be stupid. and sure, maybe he's making mental notes of your favorite desserts when it's time for those, but he makes sure you can't tell he's scheming by having you as his dessert, because who the fuck would have a spoonful of ice cream when they could easily be nose deep in your cunt instead?

loveisland!sukuna who's cutscenes with you are just hilarious. he loves to banter with you and see how witty you can be with him, and he loves the way your mouth never gives out on him, whether in argument or bed is his favorite is a big dilemma, but he knows he doesn't need to settle it

loveisland!sukuna who has always been secure of everything he's done in this life. who has never known what fear means. but the second he realizes he's fallen for you, he begins to question whether he deserves you at all, and he's fucking terrified at the thought of losing you. it pisses him off terribly to have met his match, and you make him oh so weak, it's agonizing. and yet, in the quiet of the night where it's just the two of you, he comes to realize that maybe, just maybe, he only feels safe with you, only you have lit the fire on a heart that he swore was born cold, and he'll go to the end of the fucking world for you, if you need him to, because even if he thought he preferred his life the way it was, you've given it a meaning, something to yearn for, and he'll be damned if he backs down, because truly, what fool would shy away from earning the greatest treasure of all?

[hoomandoescosplay]

Rivals To Lovers | Regulus Black x Reader Oneshot

The air around us is thick with anticipation for the game. As my teammates and I are getting ready we chatter excitedly about the game. Games against Slytherin are always enjoyable since both teams always get fueled with competitive rivalry.

I feel a strong pat on my back and look up to see James grinning at me. “Kick Black’s ass for all of us, got it?” I grin back at him. James is always the one who is pumping us all up before matches, and it works wonders for our morale.

He always makes sure we are fully prepared for our opponents regardless of the house we’re facing. I nod my head vigorously as I get more excited. Regulus and I have always been known to get on each other's nerves especially when it comes to us both fighting for the Snitch.

Some of the others cheer at James’s words and I can’t help but laugh. I absolutely adore everyone on the team and how supportive they all are. I put on my last bit of gear as Marlene walks up to me.

She gives me a wink and pats me on the back. "You ready to kick some ass?" A grin forms on her face, clearly excited for the game about to start.

“You know it.” I grin back at her. Marlene gives a loud cheer causing our other teammates to look in our direction. I see Sirius snicker from across the room as James rounds us up into a circle.

He gives us all one last pep talk before ushering us out onto the field. We all exit the locker rooms and line up, our brooms in our hands. We face the other team as they mirror us. The sky is clear, no sign of rain. Our last match against Slytherin was horrid with how bad the rain was coming down.

The crowd is going wild already, the stands packed with people. Regulus and I make eye contact as he finds his place in front of me. The air between us has the usual charge of tension as we look at each other.

I can see the competitive fire in his eyes and it's clear he wants nothing more than to win. He gives me a slight nod, his face stoic as ever. I nod back at him in return before getting my broom in the proper position. I can tell this will be a fun game. Our eyes break away for each other as we see the referee getting ready to throw the Quaffle into the air.

“Hope you prepared to lose this match Black.” I say with a smirk as the Quaffle goes up and all of the players immediately get on their brooms and begin to fly in the stadium.

I watch the Quaffle get hit back and forth as my eyes scan for any sight of the Snitch. The cheers fluctuate in volume anytime one of the teams is close to getting a point but I do my best to block it out.

My mind was so focused on finding the Snitch that I didn’t even realize someone was next to me at first. I jump at the sound of Regulus' voice. “See anything yet.”

I turn my head to look at him. “Do you honestly think I’d give you an answer to that question?” He smirks at my response, making me glare at him slightly.

“It seems as though (Y/N) and Regulus are starting their little feud a bit early in the match today.” Remus says from the announcer stand, catching my attention.

I have to hold back a smile. Comments like that usually get on my nerves cause it puts more attention on Regulus and I but for once it was helpful.

“Nice chat but I’ll be going now, Black.” I say before zooming off to trail the Snitch. Thank you Remus for helping me find it. I chuckle slightly as I hear him curse under his breath.

Regulus is very competitive. Almost as much as I am which makes these games even more enjoyable. The seekers on the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff teams are good but Regulus is the closest to my skill level. He makes me actually want to put effort into winning.

I can feel him gaining on me making me speed up a bit more, my eyes never leaving the Snitch. The air around us nearly hums with our energy as we weave through the other players.

A small gasp comes out of my mouth as I stop my broom short. I blink rapidly as the Quaffle just barely misses me. I scan the area to see one of the Slytherin beater’s snickers.

All of the Gryffindors watching the match begin to boo, causing the Slytherin side to get even more riled up. I hear James call out to me from his position but I can’t hear him over all of the noise. “What?” I say, my own voice getting drowned out. He repeats himself as I read his lips. “You alright?” I nod my head and give him a thumbs up.

Regulus fly’s up next to me again. As I glance at him I can tell he’s extremely pissed off. "That was on purpose." He says as his jaw clenches slightly. "That bastard was deliberately aiming for you."

I let out a small sigh. “Don’t go all protective mode on me right now. We’re in the middle of a match.” His scowl deepens at my words. "You almost got hit by a quaffle." He says, his voice low and dark. "Forgive me for being upset about."

“Can you be upset about it later? It’s going to look out of character right now.” I lower my voice as well. “I’m fine. I'm not hurt. That’s all that matters.”

His mind is racing making it hard for me to keep a neutral look on my face. I love how protective he is when it comes to me but I would rather avoid others noticing it right now.

“Another point for Gryffindor. Guess Slytherin can’t keep up with us today.” A small smack sound emits from the announcer stand as Remus gets hit on the back of the head slightly by McGonagall.

I take a moment to look up at the announcer stand and I see Remus rub the back of his head while McGonagall looks at him in disapproval. I let out a silent chuckle, shaking my head at the sight.

“You sure you’re fine?” Regulus’s voice gets my attention again as I nod. “I’m fine I promise.” He continues to look at me for a moment, a flicker of worry and protectiveness flashing on his face before disappearing.

I see his eyes dart from mine and I immediately pick up on why. I spin my head around as I see the Snitch as well. It's right there, in both of our sights. I watch it flutter near the stands and take off, my body pushing me forward. I feel all of my focus hone in on the Snitch.

Regulus and I are side by side as we chase the Snitch. Anytime one of us gains a bit of space the other catches up quickly after. The Snitch makes many fast turns and drives but that only makes us increase our speed.

Adrenaline pumps into my body, making my muscles tense. I've never had such a close chase for the Snitch before. I can see him from the corner of my eye, his face a mix of concentration and determination.

My fingers tighten their grip about my broom as I lean further down to increase my speed. I see him copy my movements making me grumble slightly. “Copycat much?”

"I need to catch the Snitch somehow," He replies, his voice slightly strained. "Not my fault you have some good techniques." I continue to follow you closely, my eyes glued to the Snitch as I process his words.

“Didn’t expect to get a compliment from you on the field.” I tease as I reach my hand out to try and grab the Snitch. He just rolls his eyes before reaching his own hand out.

Each time one of us tries to grab the Snitch, the other is right there too. We're so closely matched that it's almost irritating me. “Come on.” I mumble under my breath as I stretch my arm out even further.

Again he copies my movements, the Snitch grazing his fingertips making me slightly panic. There is no way I’m going to let him win. I won’t let Slytherin win.

An idea pops in my head. I’ve never actually attempted this trick outside of practice, and definitely never at a speed like this. The Han around my broomstick clenches as I debate if it’s worth trying.

A small growl comes out of Regulus as he tries to grasp the Snitch again. I make up my mind and start to shift my position slightly on my broom. Please don’t fall off. I repeat in my mind as I steady myself while beginning to stand.

Regulus notices my shift and immediately slows his broom down slightly. “What are you doing?” He asks with an alarmed tone. I keep my eyes on the Snitch as I answer him. “Winning.”

"By attempting something that is incredibly dangerous and could result in you falling off your broom?" He says, his voice laced with irritation and concern.

“Exactly what I’m doing.” I nod my head in confirmation. He watches in horror as I rise onto my broom and start to walk towards the end. "Do not do—" Regulus starts to say, but cuts himself off as he sees me grab the Snitch. "Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me."

My eyes light up as my hand grabs a hold of the snitch. That little bit of extra length was all I needed. I cheer loudly and raise the Snitch up in my hand before wobbling slightly.

I readjust myself to sit on my broom properly before continuing to celebrate. “Hah I won this time.” I say with a grin as I hold it out in front of Regulus’s face.

"I can see that." He grumbled, his expression turning into a full-on scowl. Despite his irritation at my victory, I can tell he has a small rush of pride at my ability to win like that. "You're bloody insane, you know that?"

The Gryffindor section cheers loudly as the Slytherins sulk slightly at the outcome. We both begin to fly down to the center of the field where we started as I reply back. “I know. But you love this side of me.”

He let out a huff of irritation, but can’t help the subtle upturn at the corner of his mouth at my words. “You’re ridiculous,” He finally responds while shaking his head, but there is a lack of annoyance in his words.

As we land we both dismount our brooms. I immediately get swept up by my teammates as Sirius and James lift me up on their shoulders, cheering with the rest of our team.

I see Regulus roll his eyes as James and Sirius parade me around the field. It wouldn't be a proper Gryffindor victory if they didn't parade me around. I can’t help but laugh out loud at their antics. After they get tired of carrying me around they place me back down on the grass and each of our teammates gives me a pat on the back.

My eyes roam to Regulus every now and then as he watches from the sidelines. As Marlene pulls me into a side hug one of Regulus’s teammates pulls him towards their respective team room to change and leave the field.

“We’re going to have the best party tonight in the common room.” Sirius grins at me as we all begin to head to our own designated room to change as well.

─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ───

I yawn slightly as I sit outside of the Slytherin common room. I expected someone to come out of the entrance by now. I usually don’t have to wait this long to sneak inside. Regulus and I should really pick times for when we meet at each other’s common rooms.

My eyes begin to close as I lean my head against a pillar. I hear faint footsteps but ignore them, keeping my eyes closed. I then hear a snicker making me open my eyes. “Having fun down there love?” Regulus asks with a smirk on his face.

“Did you have me wait out here as payback for winning?” I playfully whined before reaching my hands out indirectly asking him to pull me up.

He chuckles softly, taking my hands in his and pulling me up to my feet. "Maybe a little bit." His eyes roam over me for a moment, taking in my appearance. "You look tired."

“I’m exhausted.” I say as I wrap my hands around his waist and lean my head against his chest. Regulus wraps his arms around me as his hands run soothing circles on my back.

“You’re probably exhausted from that ridiculous stunt you pulled to win.” He teases. I look up at him and puff my cheeks out. “No, I've been practicing that for a while. I’m tired cause your brother and James throw insane parties. Gryffindor parties are not for the weak.”

Regulus let out a bark of laughter, his hands drifting to my hips. “Yeah well, that tends to happen when James and Sirius are involved.” I start to laugh, leaning my head back on his chest.

Regulus pulls me closer against his body. "You were impressive today though. Don't think I didn't notice how good you are out there on the field." A smile forms on my lips as I look up at him.

Without saying anything my hands go up to his face as I pull him towards me, kissing him gently. A small hum emits in his throat as my lips meet his.

His hands grip my hips a little tighter, holding me against him as our kiss deepens. A moment later he breaks away from the kiss, our eyes locking on one another. “You were pretty good out there too.” I return the compliment as my smile grows.

“Of course I was.” He says with a smirk, leaning down to brush his nose against mine. “Not that you can blame me for being distracted when I had such a good view the whole time.”

I laugh again from his comment. “Alright, sure. We'll go with that as the reason you lost.” Regulus rolls his eyes at your response but there's no irritation behind them.

He leans his forehead against mine as I move my hands to rest on his shoulders. "You're lucky I love you." I hum lowly. “I love you too.”

[st4rgiirll]

when engineers snap

— netflix starts filming the engineers… and finds out they’re even more dramatic than the drivers. a lead engineer has a vendetta against a torque wrench, and one refuses to speak to a driver after “brake map betrayal.”

all credits in my main masterlist!! <3

"we need fresh content," sarah from netflix had said in the production meeting. "something different."

nobody expected different to mean catching adrian newey in the red bull garage at 3 am, whispering sweet nothings to a wind tunnel model. he'd been suffering from sleepless nights recently due to his son keeping him up with his endless questions.

"you're the only one who understands computational fluid dynamics like i do," he murmured to the carbon fiber shape, sketching frantically on his legendary notebook. the netflix crew exchanged glances. this was either genius or madness. possibly both.

but the real drama was unfolding in the mercedes garage, where chief engineer andrew shovlin hadn't spoken directly to george russell in three weeks, not since what the team now referred to in hushed tones as "the brake map incident."

"could you please tell the driver in car 63," shovlin said to his assistant while george stood right there, "that his suggestion to modify the brake mapping was an insult to seven years of thermal optimization."

george, looking increasingly uncomfortable, tried to defend himself. "i just said maybe we could—"

"THERMAL. OPTIMIZATION." shovlin turned to face the wall, shoulders tense.

the netflix cameras zoomed in on the engineering desk, where a framed photo of the original brake map lay face-down, a small black ribbon attached to the corner.

meanwhile, in the ferrari garage, things were getting weird. chief race engineer riccardo adami had developed what could only be described as a blood feud with torque wrench #3.

"it betrayed me in singapore," he explained to the camera, eyes wild. "fifteen years of perfect calibration, and then? disaster. in front of everyone. carlos asked for 175 newton meters. one-seven-five! you know what this... this traditore gave us? one-seven-six!" he threw his hands up in disgust. "one-seven-six!"

behind him, carlos sainz patted the wrench sympathetically when adami wasn't looking.

the alpine garage wasn't much better. alan permane was conducting what appeared to be a full funeral service for a failed front wing design. engineers stood in solemn silence while someone played "the last post" on a kazoo.

"we had such hopes," permane whispered, a single tear rolling down his cheek. "such beautiful downforce predictions."

pierre gasly, walking past, crossed himself despite not being particularly religious.

but the real tension was at mclaren. head of vehicle performance andrea stella had started a support group for engineers traumatized by "aggressive setup suggestions." they met behind the garage, sharing horror stories over espresso and technical diagrams.

"and then," one engineer whispered, clutching his coffee cup, "he asked about changing the differential settings... mid-race!" collective gasps echoed through the group.

lando norris, trying to sneak past to get to his car, was spotted.

"you!" a suspension engineer pointed accusingly. "you and your 'just trying things' in free practice one! do you know how many simulations we ran?"

lando had never put his helmet on so quickly.

at aston martin, the situation had reached new levels of absurd. the head of strategy was giving fernando alonso the silent treatment after he'd questioned a tire choice. instead of speaking, she communicated exclusively through complex mathematical equations written on a whiteboard.

"i don't understand," fernando complained to the netflix crew. "i just said maybe hard tires weren't the best for a wet race!"

the strategist responded by aggressively solving a differential equation.

in the haas garage, things were getting metaphysical. ayao komatsu, the chief engineer, had started referring to the car's handling characteristics as "emotional states."

"the rear end isn't unstable," he explained seriously to kevin magnussen. "it's just processing some things right now. it needs space."

"from... the front wing?" kevin asked hesitantly.

"don't be insensitive."

but the pinnacle of engineering drama came during a late-night debrief at red bull. chief engineer paul monaghan was giving an impassioned speech about porpoising frequencies when he suddenly stopped mid-sentence, staring at his laptop in horror.

"who," he whispered, voice shaking, "changed the decimal point in row 1,263 of the setup sheet?"

the room went silent. in the corner, a junior engineer began quietly deleting his browser history.

"it was supposed to be 2.37659, not 2.37658!" paul's voice rose an octave. "do you know what this means? the rake angle calculations for the past three hours have been off by zero-point-zero-zero-zero-zero-one degrees!"

max verstappen, who had wandered in looking for his water bottle, slowly backed away.

as the sun set over the track, the netflix crew captured their final shot of the day: a group of engineers from different teams, huddled together in the paddock, sharing their deepest technical traumas over energy drinks and complicated graphs.

"sometimes," one whispered, "the drivers suggest things without consulting the computational analysis first."

collective shudders ran through the group.

in the distance, a torque wrench clattered to the ground. riccardo adami's scream of "traditore!" echoed through the paddock.

formula one would never be the same again.

[is-emily-real]

In Love With The Boy

Richard couldn't care less that his son was gay. Quite the opposite, actually. He’d had his fair share of dalliances in his day, and he was glad Steve got to be open about that part of himself.

No, Richard Harrington had a problem with who his son chose to date.

“I don’t like this,” he said as he leaned against the doorway.

Helen touched up her lipstick in the bathroom mirror. “Like what?”

“This whole situation with the Munson boy.” 

She fixed him with a glare. “Now, you swore to me that you’d love our son no matter what.” Even after all this time, she couldn’t drop her drawl when she was ticked off.

“No no, it’s not that. I just don’t think Eddie’s a good idea for Steve.”

“Oh. Well, can’t help love, I suppose.”

“I’ve heard some rumors about him from Darlene.”

“Baby, Darlene’s older than Moses. You ain’t gotta listen to her.”

“I do if I don’t want my coffee poisoned. That woman’s mean.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure Eddie’s perfectly fine. Steve’s happier than he has been since he and Nancy broke up, and we are not going to ruin that for him.”

He put his hands up. “Alright, but I’m allowed to not like him. Father’s intuition.”

“What was it my daddy said the day we got married?”

“When he told my great-aunt I was dumber than a box of rocks or when he called me a no-good papist bastard in front of the priest?”

“Exactly. And it’s been twenty-three years since then. But,” she sighed, “if it makes you feel better, we can come home a bit early tonight, and I’ll talk to him before he leaves.”

He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Thank you. If we hurry, we can get seats by Alan and Brenda.”

Helen flashed that beautiful smile that’d caught his heart so long ago. “No, sir. You and Alan are trouble together.”

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It was a lazy date, but one Steve wouldn’t give up for the world. He and Eddie were curled up on the couch, a movie playing in the background that he didn’t give a damn about. Instead, he was distracted by the feeling of the man in his arms.

These moments were so different from how Eddie portrayed himself. Out in the world, he was larger than life, eccentric, untouchable. But here, under the blankets, he shared his softest smiles, undid him with the lightest touches. He told Steve stories he’s never told before, shared the little details of his experiences and questioned the meaning of the universe. He drew the same from Steve, until there was nothing in his life that he would hide from these intimate moments.

He traced the scars along Eddie’s sides. If Robin was his other half, Eddie was his compliment, fitting around his curves and edges just so. They moved with each other in intricate patterns, calming and encouraging in turn, bringing out the best and tempering the worst. He adored Eddie and felt adored.

No one had ever made him feel that way before.

“Stevie?” Eddie asked.

He hummed, pressing a kiss behind his ear.

“Where do you see us in the future?”

“Wherever. As long as you’re there, I’m happy.”

“Really? Anywhere?”

“I’d follow you to the moon if you asked.”

Eddie smiled. “I followed you into hell, so it’s only fitting.”

Steve laughed. “Of course.” He took a beat to consider it and continued, “I mean, we can get a little house somewhere and have a couple pets, babysit for the neighbors, grow a little garden. I’d like that.”

“I would too.” He flipped over so their chests pressed together, faces mere inches from each other. Eddie had a mischievous grin on his lips. “I get to pick at least one fight with someone on our street.”

“What for?”

“Blood feuds are the staple of suburbia, sweetheart. How am I to be properly domesticated if I can’t have that basic right?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Fine, but if it comes to blows, I’m not bailing you out.”

“What if they really deserve it? Not even then?” He pouted, giving him those puppy dog eyes he couldn’t resist.

“You’re a menace.”

Eddie pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Yes, but I’m your menace.”

Steve pulled him close, basking in Eddie’s smile as he kissed him soft and slow. A few years ago, he wouldn’t have imagined that he’d be here with the whole world in his hands, content to let the hours pass by as they clung to one another. 

He was safe. He was home.

Eddie drew back, fondness in his eyes as he posed the next question. “Will you spend the rest of your life with me?”

His heart soared. “You mean…”

“Marry me, as soon as we can. Even if we have to run away.” Eddie slipped off the silver skull ring he always toyed with and held it out. “I’ll save up for wedding bands, I swear.”

He almost couldn’t get the words out, the way his heart pounded. “God, yes,” he whispered. The warm metal was snug on his finger, and then, then he was being kissed like the Earth was on the verge of collapse.

They held each other tight, joy and need spinning into something desperate that kept their lips moving against each other, hands tangled in clothes as they let gravity overtake them. Steve felt it snare around his heart, hook them together in a way he’d never protest. 

He never had to let Eddie go again.

The crunch of tires in the driveway cut through his bliss. “Shit!” Eddie squeaked. “You didn’t say they’d be home early!”

“Maybe it’s just someone turning around.” The car came to a stop and cut off. “Son of a bitch.”

They sprang apart, rushing to make themselves presentable. His mother’s heels clicked up the steps.

Eddie’s eyes were as wide as saucers. He grabbed his wrist. “Hey. I love you, okay?”

One short nod. “I love you.” 

The key rattled in the lock. He took a breath, composing his face into casual coolness before the door opened. 

“Boys!” his mom called, wrapping him in a hug. 

“Hey,” he replied, “how was tonight?”

“Oh, it was fine. I’m just a bit tired today, so we figured we oughtta come on home.” She frowned. “We did miss dessert, though. I think I’ll have a slice of pie before bed. Come have some, Eddie.”

She had him by the arm before he could protest. He threw a panicked glance over his shoulder, but Richard’s grip on Steve’s arm stopped any interference. “Steve told me you’ve got family in Tennessee. What part?”

“Just outside Savannah, ma’am.”

“You don’t want to get involved in that.” Richard let him go. “Let’s talk in my office.”

Steve felt like he was going to puke. He followed his dad down the hall, carefully sitting in the armchair across the desk.

Richard fell into the desk chair with a sigh. “You and him are seeing each other, correct?”

Cold sweat dripped down his spine. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat. “Yes.”

His dad pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why couldn’t it have been a good one like Tommy?”

Steve wasn’t normally this slow on the uptake, but it took a few moments for the dots to connect in his mind. “What?”

“You understand that you being with a man is going to make things harder for you, right?” He nodded. “And him having murder accusations worsens it.”

“Obviously false accusations.”

His dad smiled wryly. “Not the way a lot of people in town see it. And your mom went over those NDAs with a fine tooth comb. They’re watertight.”

“Hold on, are you mad that I’m in love with a guy, or are you mad that the guy is Eddie?”

“The latter, and I’m not mad, just disappointed.” He leaned forward to rest his elbows on the desk. “I’m not losing my only son because of who you fell in love with.” 

The confusion must have been apparent, because he continued. “Your mother and I love you, and nothing’s going to change that. We just want to make sure you’re safe and he’s treating you right.”

Steve ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, um, yeah. Sorry, this… this is not how I expected this to go.”

“You know how to be a gentleman, and you shouldn’t tolerate any less from him.”

“He’s been perfectly sweet. Why— Why are you not freaking out about this?”

Richard gave him a look. “Have you ever really thought about how we call Terry your uncle even though he’s just Mark’s roommate and we’re not really related?”

“Well, yeah, they’ve lived together for fifteen… Oh.” The final piece clicked into place.

“Yep. Kinda saw it coming, to be honest. You’re a bit vain for your own good.” He shrugged. “You boys are being safe, right?”

“Dad!”

“And not just with the sex stuff. You can handle yourselves in a fight?”

Steve, despite never having won any fight against a human person, nodded. 

“Good.” He stood and walked around the desk to wrap Steve in a brief hug. “You’re my son, and you’ll always be welcome here.” Just as briskly, he let go.

“Thanks,” Steve winced at the sound of his voice cracking.

Helen’s voice rang out warmly. “Good night, Eddie! Drive safe!”

He took that as his cue to step out. In the hall, he found Eddie, face pale and eyes wide as they flicked back and forth from his parents’ bedroom and the plate in his hands. 

Eddie turned to face him with a haunted look. “I’m scared of your mom.”

Richard clapped him on the back. “We all are, son. You boys don’t stay up too late.” With that he walked down the hall, shaking his head. Eddie was smarter than he looked. Maybe it’d be good for Steve to keep him around.

[pumpkinsy0]

now that curlys day to beat soda up is overrrrr, how about some over exaggerated, silly hcs of soda and curlys little feud they have going

(i genuinely dont think that soda actually hates curly. annoyed by him? yes absolutely. but curlys just another kid and if he makes pony happy, alright then😒)

tbh real!!! i dont think soda hates curly hes is just deeply annoyed by that BASTARD!!!!

•theres nothing soda does that rlly antagonizes curly, soda doesnt know curlys schedule for the day, neither does he rlly care to!! so for on lookers it truly just looks like its a one sided beef of curlys part😭

•even when soda tries to annoy curly on the rare times that he sees the dude, curlys heard wayyyyy worse, he thinks its so funny to hear soda try to push him away so he tries seeing soda here n there for entertainment. THATS sodas charm to curly, curly likes soda overall!!! soda can try to think of cursing combinations and pick up ones he hears on the street all he wants, curlys loving the attention

•curly will come into the dx w his rowdy friends and act like the place is a fast food joint, y r u at the register asking “yea can i get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh🤔🤔” BE SERIOUS!!!! if the dx sold rolling paper for joints i promise u curly would ask for it all the time and nothing else, maybe a chocolate bar but thats as far as it goes. hes in there for 20 minutes only to ask for rolling paper.

•lowkey their odd relationship has been around WAYYYY back when soda used to go to school, but it was obviously more laid back bc curly didnt care much for curly, he just messed w him for the love of the game. it was small things too like just giving soda shitty pens/pencils, pushing the chair from under him, dropping milk on him, all that jazz, just treating soda like everyone else but without the actual verbal abuse part😭😭😭

•soda got put into lower level classes, like classes w the freshmans and those were the only classes where he would entertain curlys bs, soda didnt rlly know anybody else so curly being there was a semi relief cause he could joke around a bit and get his GET BACKS🗣️🗣️bring up the time soda set a thumbtack on curlys chair and curly will strangleeeee u

•these two would definitely throw water balloons at each other. well SODA would, cause hes a FAIR, silly and SIMPLE guy. curly would fill a big ziploc bag cause he wants the BIGGEST amount of water to splash on that guy, curlys a cheater to the highest degree!!! although sometimes it wouldnt break upon impact immediately, so curly just through a bag of water at soda for no reason and now sodas face feels off

•would it b crazy of me to say that during the shepard vs curtis rumble, curly took his opportunity to slap the hell out of soda. didnt punch him, didnt target him the whole time, just slapped him here and there and moved on to someone else. till this day soda doesnt know who did it 100% bc his eyesight was a lil blurry, but he has an idea that it was curly

•soda likes shaking up the can of soda curly always steals when hes over/DEMANDS for him to get “cause im a guest”. everyone in the gang knows the trick of how to stop it from overflowing when its shaken bc lord knows nobody in that gang cant hold it without dropping some cans, so they just do it everytime before opening one as precaution, but curlys clueless on it so everytime he opens a can, its either it spills all over him or he has to quickly chug and choke❤️

•as a joke curly likes lighting his lighter near ppl to see them freak out, but bc soda is just a ball of energy, curlys accidentally set one of his flannels on fire A LITTLE BIT before he put it out and not sodas flannel as a piece if it thats just flat out burnt. thats the closest to hating curly soda has ever got

[sapphicscholar]

Hacks Episode 4.02 Thoughts

*Shorter notes for this ep! Putting them below the cut in case anyone is waiting to watch the show in one go!

Okay as someone who’s been all alone on a big estate (housesitting) with coyotes surrounding the property, their barks are creepy af, and, beyond being an easy way to metaphorically represent Ava and Deborah’s dynamic, I appreciate the atmospheric work they’re doing. They’re unsettling! We don’t feel on solid ground, and we shouldn’t! The core of the show has fissured! It’s also a really nice way to remind the audience of the complicated duality of Deborah: alone at night, she can call the dogs up into bed to cuddle her when the moment of "weakness" won’t be glimpsed by anyone else (bc it’s also one of those “you’re lonely all the time” moments where Deborah is so isolated in a world whose relative foreignness—it’s not Vegas anymore, baby!—makes it feel vast and untamed), but by morning she’s the Deborah who hacks a fish’s head off without an ounce of squeamishness as she does the dirty work of cleaning up a bloody carcass without pause

I really appreciate the continuation of the tension between Ava and Deborah that is only ramping up instead of simmering out! I particularly love where the fight outside the comedy club ends up: Deborah’s declaration that she was wrong to have hired Ava because of how many eyes are on the show while she’s utterly and blithely unaware of how many eyes are on her (saying a lot of Not Good things) at that very moment! The way Deborah refuses to acknowledge that her having let Ava move her and change her comedy is what made the jump up to Late Night possible (insisting instead that it made her niche when in fact we know it sold out on QVC in minutes)! It does a really nice but subtle job of illustrating how Deborah can blind herself to what’s right there in front of her when she self-isolates. This isn't to say Ava's perfect, but Deborah's digging in her heels and losing sight of where she was before Ava vs. who she let herself become alongside Ava

The Americana apartment! I love this callback to the S1 Palmetto living situation as we see Ava thrown once more (again and again and again) into this weird liminal space that both is and isn’t home. Like the coyotes, it’s a nice way of communicating a lot about a character’s mental state and emotions without having them monologue it out or getting into heavy-handed shit. (Also, this is exactly the kind of scene where Kayla excels; her delivery of the Jersey Mike’s line will live in my head rent free)

Bitchabod Crane my beloved

Ava in a leather jacket pulling the chair out for Deborah even while they’re feuding, my beloved-er

The dinner at Winnie’s house was so great – there is nothing like a power dyke to lay down the law and throw some hard truths at Ava and Deborah’s feet while they’re both fucking themselves and their dreams over in a bid to hurt the other just a little bit more. I know there were some mixed feelings about the revelation that it wasn’t a contest bt Deb and someone else, but instead bt Deb and no show at all, with some feeling that it cheapened Deborah’s accomplishment, but imo it actually shows exactly how much of a risk they’re willingly taking with her (which makes her accomplishment that much bigger) while giving teeth to the narrative and amping up the stakes of their feud. And it goes to show that, while they’re both fish out of water here, Ava really is still a stranger to the some of the most brutal realities of show business, which all culminates in that hug—fucking devastating in the best of ways

Marcus, my darling… Getting to see him and Deborah sitting at the table as equals is everything I wanted out of Marcus’ arc, and I do truly hope he gets to find his way back to being a fan if that brings him joy.  

Critiques (both informed by what has come in the following 3 eps too)

Okay, so I don’t hate Deb’s psychic (and I know many love her--to each their own), but I find her presence here to be emblematic of exactly what I’m not enjoying about this season/later seasons Hacks: the guest stars are there too often and not doing enough—more gimmicks than plot. I love that the show is big enough that everyone wants to be on it! I don’t love that they’re largely doing it in ways that feel schlocky. Like okay, we get to see the psychic tell Ava that her aura isn’t blue anymore. That’s nice. But anyone paying the barest amount of attention already knows that Ava’s shifted away from her previous MO (hence the s3 finale shift from Ava’s moral high ground in that beautiful, devastating fight in Deborah’s living room to the conference room “I would, wouldn’t you?” moment). And the hat on a hat line is too inside baseball to land for most viewers, in addition to being another thing we can see and glean for ourselves without being hit over the head with it in a direct line.

I like Jimmy, especially in this new mediating role he's being forced to take between Ava and Deborah, but I don’t find the screentime for his and Kayla’s new firm justified. Especially now that I’m halfway through the season, it’s not adding nearly enough to the storyline to be taking as much time as it does.

[yuri-puppies]

I need everyone to come join me in the prayer circle for a Sami vs Cody King of the Ring finale

it's the best out of all possible options and here's why:

Cody vs Randy: too predictable. no matter how good the match, we know Cody is going to win to get his Cena rematch at Summerslam

Sami vs Jey: listen I'm always down for this but it's just not the right time. either it has no feud in which case it's a waste of these masters of emotional storytelling, or it's rushing a feud that hasn't been built up enough when they have an established history of supporting each other and not resenting the opportunities the other gets

Randy vs Jey: I almost forgot to put this in, that's how nothingburger this match is. means nothing and sets up nothing. we don't need a Cena vs Randy rematch and I'd rather the Heavyweight stop with someone who isn't Gunther first before going back on Jey

Sami vs Cody: juicy. delicious. we genuinely don't know who will win because both of the storylines it sets up are believable and compelling. if we're selling a harder, meaner Cody, then him stepping over two of his nicest friends to get back at John Cena is a great way to do it. Sami feeds off the energy of the crowd so he'll be at his most dangerous in Riyadh - if we're seriously setting him up as a championship contender there's no better way to do it

PLUS they are the two most obvious and compelling targets for that good good Seth Rollins cash-in at Summerslam. if Seth cashes in on Cody, he finally gets his hard-earned payback, it establishes his absolute dominance and lets him claim he saved pro wrestling. if he cashes on Sami, with their history and knowing what it means for Sami, it would be an astonishingly cruel move that gives him the nuclear heat he's been needing

[demigoddessqueens]

because we’re met to be

A/n - based off this ask

Altair 🗡️ - it’s a bit of an awkward confession but you see the genuine emotion behind his eyes and it warms your heart the oh so serious one cares for you

Jacob 🎩 - cheeky boi who kisses you first before he goes on about who else will put up with him

Ezio - oh he’ll kiss away any of those lingering doubts because he’s grown close to you, wants to love again, and couldn’t imagine living a long life without you

Edward 🏴‍☠️ - the Assassin pirate is so effortlessly smooth with you when he tells you how he feels on the bow, his lucky charm and the one who keeps him grounded

Bayek 🏹 - deep look into each other’s eyes, adoring you, you’re important and dear to him

Haytham 🇬🇧 - he loves how you’re a part of his life that isn’t a part of centuries’ feuds, and he wants to keep it that way

Aya - you’re her motivation, her guide and a part of her heart that runs deeper than the Hidden Ones

Shay 🍀 - he’s not the best with words, but even as the stern Irishman rambles out how important you’ve become to him and that it’s been a while since he’s felt this way about someone

EDIT: Arno 🇫🇷 - oh nothing serious, just the fact that you’re his very reason for being, love, life and pillar of everything good despite what’s happened in his life

Aveline - calls you “mon Cherie” first because that’s what you are to her, and in rebuilding a life, you’re a cornerstone to it

Connor - you’re his hope, his new beginning and the healing he’s welcomed to his life

Evie - she’s always been so hesitant with her feelings, but you give her the freedom to open with how she feels towards you

Desmond - in learning of his heritage, you’re the anchor that keeps him tethered back to this world rather than being lost in his own head

Kassandra - you’re the one she’ll carry in her heart for the lifetimes to come

Eivor - the Aesir pale in comparison to you and you’re an ethereal sight to the Viking warrior

EDIT2: Alexios - you’re the unlikeliest of support, strength, and companionship for the one turned Deimos, he didn’t realize he was lonely in such a way until he met

Basim - more than just a pretty face in all the ways, you’re the compass to the newfound life he has with the Hidden Ones

[karmarox]

Chaos and the Lamb

Or: My Leshy X Lamb / Shrubwool headcanons (Sorry to the Kallamar fans that ate up my wet beast character study for doing Leshy first but a reply made me inspired)

First off, as a preface for pretty much any Bishop x Lamb ship in general to be healthy the Lamb has to be one that has either worked through their revenge/moved past it, obviously. Generally speaking in my interpretations of canon the Lamb would have gotten any closure/Justice they were seeking in the first go around and then by the time of entering the post game and freeing the Bishops from their eternal punishment they would have found another purpose in the Cult/as a God. So, aside from any lingering feelings over seeing them again, in their eyes, they got their revenge, sentence, and both the Lamb and the Bishops all got a second chance after death. Anything else is no longer personal (although more benevolent Lambs probably does have feelings for what a dangerous, stagnant state the Bishops left the lands in).

Leshy in particular I think the Lamb would have an easier time forgiving/accepting due to a combination of Leshy being the youngest and weakest and arguably having the least involvement/responsibility in everything that happened as well as by virtue of being the youngest/weakest being the one who spent the longest in Purgatory. So already the Lamb is a bit kinder to them than the other Bishops.

Leshy was the god of Chaos, so despite everything he does have a bit of a "Letting Nature Takes Its Course" mentality. While initially bitter about the whole getting killed and letting his family down and being put through Purgatory only to discover everything that happened after he was gone, he ends up having a surprisingly similar mentality to the Lamb in that there's nothing really "personal" left to feud over in his second life. He's pretty much neutral to the Cult, but warms up a lot more once he finds out the Lamb is freeing his siblings too.

As for how they bond... well, being young gods forced into a role without much teaching gives them both a lot to talk about. Leshy is actually surprisingly really competent in pretty much any task given to him despite his blindness and chaotic luck and tendency to get distracted. The latter can generally be solved by just changing up the things he's given so things don't get too monotonous. Leshy ends up finding that he enjoys being given tasks he thinks are "easy" and being rewarded with lots of free time and praise. In return Leshy ends up helping the Lamb learn a whole lot more about nature. Also tries to encourage them to have more fun and recreation time. Totally on a whim (and maybe to see what kind of trouble/shenanigans the Lamb would come up with for "fun").

The Lamb is surprised at how competent Leshy is at pretty much any job or chore given to him. Farming, Cooking, Bartending, Logging. Basically as long as Leshy can keep his mind on the task he's one of the most efficient workers around. Discovering that Leshy is absolutely and totally weak to praise and positive reinforcement was an accident, but one that Lamb quickly learns from and totally begins exploiting.

Finding out that Leshy is also highly weak to physical contact was also an accident. Probably tried petting him as a joke like one of the Dog followers after a good job once they've gotten more friendly with each other. This got a bigger reaction out of the worm than the Lamb expected. So they ended up doing it more, and Leshy pretty much turned into a mushy bush in their hands... And then the Lamb also ends up realizing at the same time how starved for touch and physical affection they are.

It just progressed from there. Pretty much any time they talk to each other, at least a bit of touching will ensue. It grounds them both. A comforting presence despite everything. Petting, holding, brushing, a gentle touch amidst chaos. The Lamb feels relaxed in ways they forgot/never knew by being able to hold and lean on someone whenever they want and having that someone respond positively. Leshy highly enjoys feeling different parts of the Lamb (and also enjoys the Lamb's reactions and tries to imagine/remember what they look like).

They get pretty mushy even in public. It's fondness expressed not in words or kisses but in holding hands, caresses, touches, nuzzling even in the middle of conversation. Followers and onlookers are either jealous, d'awwing over how endearing it is, embarrassed over how much handholding is going on, or completely baffled if they're more familiar with the history.

As an aside: The Lamb's bell ends up becoming one of Leshy's favorite noises. It sounds nice, and nowadays means something good's probably going to happen to him in a moment. Mortality isn't so bad. He still wants to see if restoring his sight is still possible, though. He can get around without his eyes, but being able to see his loved ones again and remember what they look like would be nice...

[ronoholic]

unfair dare | draco m. 🪄x reader| (she/her)

"Could you write an angst fic with draco malfoy? where draco and his friends make a bet that draco has to conquer y/ n, in the end he succeeds and they become a couple, but draco begins to have feelings for her, then she finds out and ends up with him confronting him and draco feels so bad😕":

*a/n: I added some adjustments to the request bc I got a little confused 😅 and im back so I just rambled on with what my mind was giving me so hope you enjoy!! &lt;3🙏🏽

“draco! draco!” his friend came

“What?” He grumbled out turning to now face Blaise

“you up for some fun?” any interest that draco had, dropped

“no, now get out” he turned to continue the work he was doing

"it involves (y/n)"

and what would i want with a skank like her?" he turned, with a look of disgust

" y'know the rumors arent true... you made them" Blaise was the only one who would notice Draco’s admiration for (y/n) but knows Draco would never admit, no he’d much rather “kill himself” in the words of the angry blonde.

"Still, ive got to hold my ground, cant go folding on my own stories" the blonde fully turned to face his friend, with a face of intrest and forgetting his work

"what about her though?"

"ask her out"

"what" he laughed out in disbelief

"ask her out, i saw the redhead talking to her"

"so?"

"she looked swooned, over the moon with him... I dare you to take her, make him mad" blaise knew you and ron were just friends, he also knew that draco didn’t know that.. and he’d do anything to spite weasley and he wanted his two friends together and to finally put aside their feud

"i dont have time to deal with weasley, blaise"

"guess someones insecure.." he hummed leaving the room.

"ill show him who’s “insecure” he mumbled in a mocking way lightly slamming his hands on the desk.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“Blaise!” “Blaise!” Draco stormed after him

“what?” he asked rolling his eyes, his friend not wanting to join in on what he thought was fun

“ you’re on, after potions”

“ oh yeah?” he asked, a smirk creeping onto his face

“ and ill even drop in a hundred galleons”

“ohhoho you are most definitely on mate” they laughed sealing their deal with a hand shake.

the blond tried to think of all his strategy on how to land the girl his friend had just sprung on him, but anything he thought of ended up with her slapping, kicking or punching him, after all she was friends with those red heads; and everyone knows they how they play.

“ now welcome back to another day students, thankful to all those who still decide to come back after my well, rather boring lessons” the professor tried to joke

“ now my lovelies, we will be working in pairs.. we’ll be doing a three day long project and it will count for your final marks”

she started calling out pairs and draco tried his best to make it seemed like he wanted nothing to do with you, after all he knew the teacher would do the opposite, she hated him.

her eyes finally landed on draco and she started looking at every girl watching dracos reaction until it got to you, he stiffened up and widened his eyes making it look like he was disgusted, blaise smiling in the background had her make her final decision

“ draco, you will be working with…. (y/n)” she gave an innocent smile, and he heard an annoyed sigh quietly escape from her mouth.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

( y/n)! I cant believe it, out of all people, draco?!”

“ its not like I could choose myself hermione” you replied, now slightly annoyed, this was the fourth time she had brought it up

“I know but-"

“ do you wanna switch or something? you're more concerned about this than I am!” you whisper-yelled out in the library

“no, well , yeah no.. im just looking out for you, he still y’know, acts like the rumors are true.., are you okay?”

“ugh I know..” you sighed out, sitting back down rubbing youre temples

“ its nothing to bad, I can deal with him.. i think”

“ well, if you need help you know where to find me” she gave you a comforting smile while leaving.

A few months earlier

“i told you to leave me alone (y/n)!”

“what's wrong afraid of a little competition Draco?” a young (y/n) had teased the young blonde she found slightly cute

“ no, now I told you, leave me alone or I'll make your life terrible here!” he seethed out, pushing the girl he was intimidated of to the floor.

you still tried to continue the friendship you thought you still had with the blonde throughout the time at hogwarts, until one day you noticed people whispering and snickering whenever you’d walk up or walk away from draco.

“(y/n) .. is it true? you’re my best friend I want to hear it from you.” hermione knew something was up and she needed you to confirm whether it was true or not.

you slowly looked up still confused “is what true mione?”

“they’re saying you had a few to many to drink yesterday and well went to find draco begging , and well you tried getting onto him and when he turned you away you tried getting onto blaise, also begging... ”

“what?..” you felt your heart shatter.

you walked up to draco after class and pulled him into a corner to save him some dignity “

“you absolute scum!” you yelled out while smacking him

“how could you?, honestly draco!”

“c’mon (y/n) you didn’t think someone like you could be friends with someone like me, did you he let out a sarcastic chuckle

“well I mean yeah draco I did!, I mean honestly I guess growing up with someone since they were young means nothing right?!” you were fuming, tears starting to brim your eyes but you pushed them back

“growing up?” he laughed

“yeah! seriously draco whats gotten into since we’ve arrived here? whats changed?” your heart started to hurt

“(y/n) your dad works for mine, he’s a servant, hell! he’s the closest thing to a human house elf!”

he said with a straight face, angered, but for a small second hurt crossed his face but having to keep his new character he switched back and just as fast as his face changed, he left. and so did the friendship you thought you had. walking back to the common room as fast as you could, trying to hold in the tears that were brimming your eyes.. sadly failing at the challenge you didn’t think was so hard.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“thanks for checking up on me, this whole thing has had me a bit stressed” you finally admitted to hermione

“of course, now if you need anything, anything at all you know where to find me.. oh! and tonights password it “grapefruit”” she whispered out knowing the fat lady changes the secret word every night.

you walked back to your chair by the fire place and dove back into your books trying to figure out what potions were going to be the ones you were so secure on

“up so late?” a voice that freshly woken up, asked from behind

“yes … draco” you saw who it was after turning around “after all we do have a project to get to” you reminded him

“ yes of course we do..” “ listen go up and get some rest”

“no, nope-

“yes” he said softly while grabbing the books from you

“draco i said -

“yes but i said go, now go get some rest.. i’ll tell you the decided ones in the morning.”

you suspiciously got up, backing up and walking up the stairs

“late night? (y/n)"

“yes, guess you could say the same right blaise”

“i’ve been around a few common rooms” he winked

“i don’t know why they’re still all after you knowing they’re all being used..” you joked out

“they’re used to being used” he shrugged “ like draco said, go get some rest… and again i’m sorry, (y/n).”

blaise has always apologized for the things draco has done, knowing he’s hurt the girl whose absolutely nothing to him, he felt bad never standing up for her.

“its okay don’t worry” you assured with a sad smile, like always “good night, blaise”

“night!” he whisper-yelled while walking down to draco.

"that girl, im telling you shes the one"

"yeah you and everyone else tells me, now remember what we bet on is a bet and a bet only"

"yeah Draco.. its just a bet..."

blaise had been wanting to get you two together since you were young, he noticed how happy draco was when he was around you, you were his escape inside the manor, you were the one who could flip his mood entirely, he also knew that dracos family would never approve of you two together.

[batsplat]

what did you think of pecco accusing alex of crashing him out on purpose and once again reigniting the vr46 vs marquez feud

oooh boy anon. I've existed peripherally on various motogp-related social media platforms for quite a few years now without giving my immediate hot takes to various controversies, including and most importantly the rossi/marquez ones, and I'm not entirely sure I want to change that policy now

look, I'm mainly happy pecco seems more or less all right, because that was a really really scary crash and pecco spent much of the weekend flirting with serious injury. a lot of it was far too reminiscent of catalunya last year for my liking, and sometimes it's just worth remembering that riders are human beings who do get scared too. I'll keep my initial reaction to the incident as well as where I'm at now to myself. primarily since it's one of those incidents where my view has changed quite a few times after seeing it again, seeing different angles, seeing and listening to various opinions on it - which to me shows I don't have the tools to assess what 'really' happened (if anyone does). I'm not willing to take a firm stance on it, though I'd be interested to hear what various involved parties say at misano

all that being said, at the end of the day I just... don't massively mind what pecco said. riders accusing each other of playing dirty in crashes is something that existed before argentina 2018, it is something that will exist after this feud has run its course (aka once the concept of italy has finally been abolished). sometimes riders do invite contact without literally wanting to kill each other because it's a specific response to a specific racing situation. these debates are nothing new. I do get releasing a statement saying that crashing someone out deliberately isn't part of the dna of the sport but also, like, dorna's safety adviser infamously did that shit. so, y'know. it wasn't a nice thing of pecco to say, it probably wasn't all that smart - but this is also simply what happens sometimes when you put a mic in front of a rider who has just had an awful, at times terrifying day and has been knocked around a few too many times at frighteningly high velocities. it's even something non-italians have been known to do on occasion. I take more issue with the immediate vitriol of fan responses, but that does feel kinda unavoidable at this point. obviously, pecco is aware of who he is and of who alex marquez is - you see an incident sometimes and know the discourse will be 'bad', but I didn't clock immediately quite how bad it would be and pecco does ultimately share some responsibility for that. which is an interesting choice to make, one I'm still thinking my way through

at the end of the day, however, I would prefer to watch a version of the sport where riders sometimes say some wildly controversial shit about each other. it'd be nice if everyone didn't immediately lose their minds and quite a few of their morals too in response to those statements, but it does mean I'm not all that interested in condemning any riders for this kind of thing. I'm not interested in condemning anyone in general, that's just not really how I engage with sports. I'm interested in how this plays out from here - but it has reminded me personally of how I don't actually get a whole lot from interacting with social media fanbases in this sport, and it's time to make use of my rather stricter curation policy from circa... oh, I don't know, maybe 2018. which I have done! and was already increasingly enacting before this weekend. I don't want my enjoyment of the sport - including engaging with controversies like this, once the dust has settled and it's clear neither rider is 'seriously injured' (for a given meaning of those words) - to be tainted by already preemptively fearing the tone in which people will discuss a certain incident. sometimes you do just have to make the call for yourself to... make yourself unaware of the discourse from fans, to take the sport on its own terms. I'm interested in seeing how this situation develops and I'm interested in what it says about pecco, that's it really

oh, reading through the ask again - about the feud, I don't really have a take about that yet either beyond 'huh' and 'wonder how that'll play out'. the extent to which pecco (and his fellow academy members) engages or refuses to engage with that feud has always been fascinating to me, the feud's transitive properties are obviously crazy and ever so intriguing - but I won't have any takes on that until I see what tone he strikes when he's not just been dragged along under a bike at a high speed (even if he doubles down on his comments! which I'm guessing he will). also, it is always kinda funny when the sport has awful timing. it is kinda funny they're going to misano next for like a month

[diskaywrites]

Fluffbruary 2025 See Me Straining, I'm In Training

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 #𝟖: 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐨 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝, 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐮𝐦, 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐨𝐧 (𝐨𝐜) 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏,𝟎𝟐𝟗

If there was one thing The Outrunners were known for, it was bringing a certain level of intensity to the ring. It didn't matter if it was for simple matches on Ring of Honor or if it was for the death feud that they had found themselves in against the Death Riders in defense of AEW, that intensity was hardly ever matched. It was something Tori Thompson loved about her position as their manager, it was why she and the man who the fans knew as Turbo Floyd had become best friends as kids in the first place. That intensity was a key aspect to every facet of their lives.

Including in the gym.

"One more, Turbs! Gimmie one more!" Tori chuckled as she acted as the spotter for Turbo, who laid on the bench at the gym, lifting his set of weights. His face seemed to contort as he pushed the set from his chest up towards where the hooks on either side of the bar were. Bench presses were always his favorite and, more often than not, Turbo pushed himself past his limit. The moment she could, Tori placed the barbell back on its hooks, a wide grin across her pink-painted lips, "There we go!"

Turbo tried to control his breathing, sitting up and swinging his feet over the side of the bench. He placed his hands on his glistening thighs, head down, "How many?"

"Enough," Tori grinned as she handed him the pink water bottle he carried to the gym with him for days like these, "you did so good!"

Turbo accepted the water bottle, sipping from it as he attempted to catch his breath. It looked, for a moment, like he was going to say something before the reflection of someone leaving the locker room to enter the gym area caught his eyes, ducking his head almost shyly. Tori's eyes followed his, beaming when she realized that it was the third member of the team, Truth Magnum. It was weird to her that Turbo wasn't excited to see their friend.

"Hey you two!" Truth beamed, clapping Tori and Turbo on their backs, "I miss anything exciting?"

"Turbs came so close to breaking his record!" Tori grinned up at the older man, "I'm sure he's got it next time for sure!"

Turbo glanced at Tori, as if he wished she had never spoken in the first place, "Oh…it was nothing…"

"Don't sell yourself short, kid!" Truth squeezed his shoulder, a charming smile underneath his thick mustache. "I'm gonna hit my cardio on the tread! You wanna join me?"

"Oh…uh…give me a minute, yeah? Gotta wipe down the bench and rack the weights," Turbo seemed less enthused than he had, Tori noted. In fact, there was something going on with the man she considered her brother. She popped the gum in her mouth, planting her hands on her hips.

"I'll be right over there when you're done!" Truth beamed again, turning to cross to the other side of the gym. He pulled the bottom of his shirt up and over his head, broad and oiled chest back coming well into view. The inhale of a sharp breath from the man beside her caused Tori to glance over at Turbo. From the half widening of his eyes to the way his tongue rested on his lower lip, suddenly Tori realized what the problem with Turbo was.

"Hey, Turbs, how long have ya been in love with Mags?"

"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕?" there was a slight squeak to his voice, though he tried to keep his voice quiet, "What do you mean!? I…I don't…"

"You totally do!" Tori gasped.

"No idea what you mean," Turbo grunted as he moved to put away the flat plates back in their proper place.

"Turbo! Ya know what I mean!" Tori shook her head, trying not to sound as frustrated as she felt.

"Nooope," he drew out, though Tori could see his eyes lift to watch Truth as he jogged on the treadmill across the room, though he quickly looked away again. She felt so confused. Over the years that they had known each other, there had never been any secrets between the two.

"Why can't you tell him how you feel? You're tag team partners. It's as natural as apple pie," Tori's brow laced together in confusion.

Turbo's hazel eyes met Tori's and suddenly she wasn't sure if intensity was such a good thing. It had always been fun before, but now? There was a sadness that she could feel in the pit of her chest, "Because I can't, okay?"

"Turbo…are you still in the closet?"

The intense look in his eyes quickly turned from sadness to an almost horror, as if he were afraid to be found out. His gaze cast to the white sneakers on his feet, "I don't want to talk about this…"

"Oh. My. God," Tori gasped as realization set in for the first time, "You're still in the closet."

"Tori…" his voice was low, almost as if he was delivering an unspoken warning.

She chewed on her lower lip, thinking of how to support the man she considered her older brother, "I'm…you've always been one of my biggest supporters. When I came out, you were there for me. Why won't you let yourself be the same way?"

Tori played with the pink elastic hairband on her wrist as she waited for an answer, remembering how scared she had been to tell Turbo in high school, after their first kiss at prom no less, that she was a lesbian. Even in that moment, Turbo had done nothing but support her. She wondered why he hadn't told her any of this before now. If anything, she assumed it was due to their Midwestern upbringing. His sadness was palpable, head hung, "I just can't…"

She sighed in defeat with a nod of her head, "It's okay, Turbs. It's…I didn't mean to pry…"

He finished wiping down the bench, tossing away the Clorox wipe before turning to Tori and gently placing his hands on her shoulders, "I know, Tor. I know. I just…it's not the time, yeah? Right now, it's cardio with Mags time."

[fnaflucasverse]

The world needs to know about Mike and his stunning 2nd wife, his malewife

Mike

2, 8, 13, 20

Rodrigo

4, 13, 19, 23

this ask is going to be so long ill just put it under a readmore 😭 foxhound supremacy forever

MIKE:

2) What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

it's very easy for him to slip into a paranoid spiral when what he remembers (or thinks he remembers) doesn't line up with what's in front of him. if it's an isolated, easily explainable instance, mike can brush it off. when it becomes a pattern, mike will start distrusting either his own perception or reality itself, becoming very confused and agitated when other people act as if nothing is wrong.

usually faith or lucas would immediately sense what's happening and ground him by assuring him of a logical (usually faulty memory-related) explanation, or erasing his memory entirely (in faith's case). truly, what would mike do without them...

8) Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

probably not, or at least not very well... i think he would mostly feel too sick to his core to attempt to get away with it, even if it was in self-defense. mike doesn't like hurting people.

he'd definitely do better if he had help from someone who actually knows what they're doing in this situation (coughcough lucas).

13) If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

as strangers, we'd just be staring at each other awkwardly. if he knew who i was, he'd probably get mad at me for putting him in this situation and then i'd cry </3

20) Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

i think he'd only get jealous in extremely specific circumstances, like if doll (or a certain pirate) suddenly started pulling away from mike emotionally and spending a lot of time elsewhere, with someone else. it reignites a lot of the insecurity mike felt growing up, the idea that there's something wrong with him, that he's "damaged goods", that he's not good enough for the people he loves.

RED:

he'd direct a lot of this anger at himself, probably start drinking to cope until they (inevitably) break the news that they don't love him and are leaving him and he should go die in a hole. (there were at least a few times when mike suspected doll might leave him, especially early in their relationship, after they both got disowned for being together.)

4) When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

his first instinct is to flee, but if that's not possible for whatever reason (he's cornered or someone he cares about is in danger) then he'll fight tooth and claw.

13) If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

see mike's answer 💀

19) How does your OC behave when enraged?

23) What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

there are kind of two main stages: first, red goes completely cold and serious, dead-focused on whatever made him angry in the first place. if he can settle the issue with a (relatively) calm discussion, he will. he's not really one for confrontation, but his personal pride is something that he can't let stay chipped.

the second stage is after all negotiations have gone badly, or if negotiations were never on the table in the first place. rodrigo essentially just flips out and tries to (metaphorically?) bite the other person's face off. he is not stopping until they apologize, die, or he dies going after them. if this feud goes on long enough, he'll do anything in his power to ruin their life. but he's not a monster enough to bring their family into it.

probably existential dread. the idea that the world will go on and on without him and not even spare him a glance. he doesn't want to face the fact that he has been forgotten by everyone, even if he knows logically that it's true. it's why he keeps telling his stories, trying to relive the past glory days. he's not ready to give up on himself yet.

red finds it hard to express genuine love and affection, especially verbal affirmations like "i love you" or even "i'm glad you're in my life". he stays quiet about these things until they're too big to ignore, and even then he's probably going to ignore them for as long as possible until the other person makes the first move.

[a-larry-retrospective-blog]

When I say "Louis Tomlinson haunting the Haylor narrative is my favourite genre" I need people to know that I mean it. And I mean it when I say the dude HAUNTS the Haylor narrative, like he's the ghost of Christmas past; there are so many examples of it, but my absolute favourite is the compass, because it's just... So much.

So. H got the ship, right? At the peak of Haylor, when they were the IT couple everybody knew (which. Isn't it ironic that then Mr Styles spent the consequent... 5 years of songwriting? Or something?, talking about a relationship that was mostly secret? And everyone was like "this is about TS"? Anyway).

And the thing is. The thing is. The Haylor narrative had always been hilarious to me bc they truly did The Most. Honestly, no one did as much as those two pr teams combined did to make a relationship believable, and no one did such an AWFUL job (with the exception of hiddleswift, which was more tongue-in-cheek and self-aware anyway) in the history of pr relationships. Their story was so backwards and convoluted it doesn't even sound like they proofread the blurb of the narrative they were going to put out. I'm sure miss Tree is still having nightmares about it twelve years down the line and she wasn't even involved.

And I truly truthfully love how they both embraced it completely. Like, miss swift does her little thing where she'll write a song about someone, and sometimes she'll be very tongue-in-cheek about it, but nowhere she did it as much as she did with Harry, and H was Definitely up for the challenge, considering he named a whole ass track 'Trouble' and the nonsensical mentions of 'thirteen' just for the fun of it.

They had their fun building a narrative from scratch and I love that for them!

Because there is no fucking way IKYWT is for Harry. Like. It's 2024, I hope we all know that song was not for harry and I'm sure HE knew the song had nothing to do with him, but by god did they TRY to convince us of the contrary.

Did it make sense timeline-wise? Absolutely not, even if you try to grasp at straws, but oh, did they try.

Now, I'm sure we all remember the VMAs, highlight of my career, cameras panning to Harry absolutely unbothered, moisturised, clapping and chewing his gum as Miss Swift dedicated the award to the person who inspired the song, all while our homeboy was seething with passive-aggressiveness (dude didn't even clap! Their one-sided feud gives me life). Truly L was one with the larries in being a Haylor anti.

But we're not here to discuss that.

Because at least by then TS and H had broken up and it made some modicum of sense for her to be dedicating a song about a failed relationship to him. I mean, it made no sense to think she had written it with Harry in mind (Red was made while they maybe had seen each other once, not to mention it's famously about another relationship), much less to think she had made the video with him in mind (they were off gallivanting together! Why the fuck would she make a video like that about him). But that's the narrative that was circulating! And the funniest part is: the ship was used as evidence.

I'm sorry if I bring back some unwanted memories, but this is like. My absolute favourite thing. No headline has headlined the way this headline headlined. Notice that the ink was basically still fresh on the lovely boat (six fucking am in the morning, L hadn't even done his yet i think) and they were already putting out feelers so that H's tattoo would be linked to the video, which would link him to the song.

I'm not even saying he couldn't have been influenced by that tattoo (maybe he saw it and thought it was a cool idea), but you do see how "the removable tattoo a guy had for the music video about a sad song my gf wrote" is so far removed from "romantic tattoo idea to remember said gf" it would almost be insulting? They didn't care. They were doing The Absolute Most in pr terms, and it didn't even work!

Because, like a real presence haunting the narrative, Louis Tomlinson got the fucking compass that very same day. He truly was like "did you think this was about his fling with Blondie? Think again!" and that? That is so lovely to me. That is such a good way to haunt and counteract the narrative. Nothing will ever beat that and I'm grateful I got to witness it.

[sheinthatfandom]

Full Gear is tonight!!!!

Which means another PPV card predictions

Yellow is who I think TK wants to win purple is who I want to win (regardless if I like them more or not this time we’re going with story)

my reasons are below

Starting with zero hour

Dante vs beast mortos vs kommander vs buddy: I’m going with Brady mortos because my boy needs some wins especially now that’s he’s with LFI and Jake just traded lance for the whole group. We can’t let the whole faction look like shit and Jake look like an old fool. Plus with the taven and kingdom storyline of them wanting him back with them it makes him look better to be a winner on his own. They can use him losing with lfi but winning here alone as a just argument for why he should lfi and come back to the undisputed kingdom. I think tk will have buddy win because hob is losing later in the night and this was his consolation prize.

Qt marshal vs big boom: I do not care about this in all honesty I am not the target audience but I will say based on audience reception it should be the boom guy. Also QT should never win anything as a matter of fact.

Deonna vs anna: I can see they’re building Anna up I get that and I love that for her which is why if she wins I won’t be mad but I think she should lose here to give her a story and feud to focus on while they get the other two belts and storylines settled before putting her back on the path for the tbs or world title pictures.

Private party vs hob vs outrunners vs acclaimed: private party fought for too fucking long to be taken seriously and get this gold and so far have not been involved at all in their own fucking story. In fact they still don’t actually have one the focus has continued to be on acclaimed and I get it most likely caster is gonna fuck up and they will finally FINALLY break up same for ftr turning on outrunners but private party are our champs and deserve to shine. After tonight they need to be focused on and showcased not jay backstage but in the ring. If you have to get cmll and new Japan tag teams to come over and give them a weekly match. Showcase new talent and our current champs.

Strong vs mjf: it’s mjf if anyone is gonna get to put him down it’ll be cole. I’m still very confused how he’s the badguy but Roddy and Cole aren’t. They’re all terrible but focusing solely on this situation max is absolutely the victim and they are the bad guys.

Swerve vs Bobby: bobby just came in and has the team behind him it makes complete sense for bobby to win this and I will not be mad about that. I know I said I’m focusing on story but I’m a lying liar who lies and I want swerve to win because he’s hot and deserves to pin me I mean his opponents.

Will vs Kyle: another one that they are building up Kyle this makes the most sense and it should absolutely be Kyle winning. The reason I put the purple on will is because with the storyline about his kid and wife I kinda feel like the good guy almost has to win now unless it’s still building which in that case run this back for worlds end.

Jack vs Daniel: Daniel has spent years in a push and stop climb to the top. Give him the fucking belt already. They didn’t pull the trigger for him during the Bryan storyline and I truly think besides everything with Pepsi that will go down in history as the worst decision aew ever made. And unlike every other bad booking decision they can’t blame it on injuries signings ratings audience or nothing it was just a horrible fucking decision. Fix it now give him the fucking belt you dont need to make him a loser to make him fight harder and make us cheer harder just give it to him. It’s tk and I don’t trust him to not just keep it on jack as his own apology for the Pepsi situation.

Jay vs hangman: give it to jay even if he cheats even if the gunns come back and give hanger their lick backs for his attack on them give it to jay. Hanger is unhinged he’s lost in the fire of anger and hate and revenge and losing especially losing to someone like jay who neeeeeeever let’s him live it down jay who has always had adams number this will be delicious torture. And because I want this so badly I think tk is gonna keep it from me but hey at least jay is finally on the show proper not just zero hour.

Takeshita vs ricochet: the champ needs to retain and needs to be on tv way fucking more come tf on! I don’t think tk even knows this match is happening.

Mariah’s championship celebration: Toni in her new era is coming to disrupt everything now if Nina is turning on Mariah tonight or they’ll hint at it and build it up more for tv audiences because of the missed time due to visa issues idk but fuckery will occur.

Mercedes vs kris: the way they threw kris storyline heel turn and broken friendships with orange Chuck and willow away on a dime I can see tk giving this to her but I don’t want it. Let Mercedes retain and let someone more worthy come and take it. Someone we can actually root for like Anna Jamie or even Penelope hell I will also happily take Harley or Nyla since we still don’t have womens tag belts but again we can’t do right by the men there I sincerely doubt the man who books 6 min womens match for 1 two hour show is gonna do right by them here.

Mox vs Orange: it needs to be mox I get orange being champion is a feel good moment but we already did that with Bryan and sting. If we focus on story it makes way more sense for this to break orange somehow and mox retains and blood orange is what’s left of Cassidy (especially if somehow they hurt wheeler and blame it on orange like we had to do this cause of you look how terrible of a person/friend you are that winning a match mattered more than your former sons safety.) This also gives his friends the conglomeration a chance to do what the dark order couldn’t for hanger and that’s save him from himself. I can also see darby challenging next with the excuse that’s he’s unkillable (and give someone else a chance to earn tks special keep darby off Everest bonus check)

[thesamoanqueen]

I think it's because he's a part timer who can't work right now, so he comes back and suddenly they have the need to put him in a title match, instead of others who are there +300 days a year.

Story wise, it's a great match, but what's the outcome here? The Rock is going to be a full time champion? Or Roman is going to retain and keep the tiles away until mania 41? Idk personally I don't think a Roman vs The Rock match needs the titles. Without the titles the outcome of the match is less predictable.

No way, im tired...

We're talking about a generational match, it doesn't need anything around it or anything after it. It stands on its own for records, to tell in the future, it has a ten-year history and it can also have it after because clearly it could have repercussions for a lot of people. The title would be a plus, as it always is because we are talking about Roman and that man was built and has built his persona like the title himself.

This part timer thing honestly pissed me off, your boy is a full timer, he's there every week and what did he do apart from take off his suit and tie? He had a feud with Brock and we still don't know why. He fights with Dominik like two kidz at school. What is he giving us in return other than seeing his car seller face? Y'all are obsessed with this title and giving it to him, but you don't see that even if he had it, it wouldn't change anything at all. Its the man who made the title and that title would be a reward for you in a points collection, there would be nothing after it anyway.

Does the possibility of Roman arriving at WM 41 without being seen every week make you angry? Why didn't it make you mad that your boy take away from others the mainevent when he talks twice and doesn't build a story without being beaten like a potato sack before? Why do you get angry about someone who isn't there and is holding the title... dear God, "away for another year", when they have made another one for y'all to be happy? And most important questions, why do you always talk about great moments, but then you don't know the difference between one and two?

So, if you really want to talk about moment, lets talk about the echo, money, visibility and improve this business could have if THE ROCK would step in the ring again after all those years. If your future champ cant wait another year its because he doesn't have a shit to do during that whole year.