#tune in next week /j

[adhd-fandom-and-gay]

Okay so like our guardian is driving us and our cousin to Dairy Queen and I'm not a big fan of ice cream. I don't hate it or the taste or texture, but the cold stuff hurts my teeth and ice cream makes me feel really nauseous for some reason so when u go to DQ I usually just get the chicken basket and fries

(Also don't read any of the caps in an angry tone read them in like a very confused tone because i realized that i sound mad during this but im not trying to sound mad...social cues just exasperate me, if thats a word.)

I told my guardian that I wanted chicken and fries like I ALWAYS do when we go there, and this woman who has raised me for my entire lovely life, knows how picky I am, has notes on me specifically getting sick when I eat ice cream too fast, and regularly orders chicken and fries for me at DQ without me even giving my input since she KNOWS that I never get ice cream goes 'huh? You don't want ice cream?'

So obviously I'm confused and I say 'no? I want chicken and fries?'

'Are you sure you don't want ice cream?' And I say no again and she sounds genuinely confused for some reason and asks me again

AND IM REELING INTERNALLY CUZ...NO. WHEN HAVE I EVER GOT ICE CREAM AT THIS PLACE YOURE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THIS. Plus my brain immediately sort of malfunctions when she asks me again because I KNOW she knows this better than anybody else and now I'm assuming that saying that I didn't want ice cream meant I was doing something wrong somehow (why do I always assume this??? It's not like this was ever a problem with her before wtf)

since I just want her to stop asking me I go 'well okay then I want ice cream' even though I don't want ice cream and I know I get too sick eating it before I can even finish it so why in hell would I even bother

And then she suddenly is like 'you want ice cream? Are you sure?'

WHAT AM I DOING WRONG NOW I THOUGHT YOU WANTED ME TO ORDER ICE CREAM. So I'm like 'yes! That's what I said!'

And only THEN does she say anything like 'Are you sure you're gonna eat it? You usually get sick and let it melt before it's finished'

YES. YES. THANK YOU. WHAT A WONDERFUL OBSERVATION, CAREGIVER WHO HAS KNOWN MY PREFERENCES AND ORDERS LONGER THAN MY OWN PARENTS, I DO GET TOO SICK TO EAT ICE CREAM AND WASTE IT, SO I DONT EAT ICE CREAM AND I ORDER THE CHICKEN STRIPS AND FRIES. GOLD STAR FOR YOU!! GOOD JOB!!111!!1!

Now I'm just like 'Then just get me the chicken strips and fries!' Because THATS what I said I wanted before I suddenly got ice cream interrogated ffs (i was getting a little frustrated at this point. My apologies.) And because I was really confused and just thrown off schedule? Like I thought this was normal for us why are you acting like I'm choosing the wrong answer everytime I try to order????

Then she's like 'you sure about that?' AGAIN and so I go 'YES.' And she's like 'okay' and we drive there

BUT MY BRAIN IS STILL SCRAMBLED FROM THIS BECAUSE WHY DID WE NEED TO HAVE THIS CONVERSATION??? You know I don't eat ice cream much and ACKNOWLEDGED that in the convo but then got confused when I tried to order my fav food and then got even more confused when I tried to just go along with your thing and ughhhhh

Sorry that was angrier than I meant for it to sound but I'm tired and I don't know why things are suddenly out of order

You ever spend years establishing a sort of...I dunno. Like, some sort of 'knowledge' between your close ones that you just don't like things so they should get used to you not liking them but then suddenly they're like 'you don't like it?' All suprised and shit even though they knew this about me for years and I'm just thinking...'yeah??? I thought we've established this like a gazillion times???' And you feel rude for pointing out that it was established prior but you're also just sorta baffled

[kluskinoodles]

My first draft of the prev post.

That ain’t Silas! THAT’S MARK FROM ACCOUNTING!

HE’S ABOUT TO GO HARASS YOU AT THE WATER COOLER AND YOU’LL HAVE TO REPORT HIM TO HR 😭😭😭

[the-writer-nerd-ro]

New lore for this momentous occasion (Huey, Dewey, and Louie Duck's birthday)

There's a third guy now! For uh. No discernable reason except I had a red guy and a green guy and I thought it would be funny if there was also a blue guy

Their name is Justus, they are not plot relevant (yet) and they may or may not show up in the round-up again! Feel free to recommend last names in the comments/tags I was really winging this one

[joelslastofus]

A Texan Heart

[SUMMARY: Joel Miller has always ignored the attraction he’s felt towards you, especially being that your father and him are close friends in Jackson. Until one night, Joel doesn’t feel he can ignore what’s in front of him..]

Chapter 1: Just a drink

Age gap

Ever since arriving to Jackson, your father grew close with the Millers, preferably Joel Miller. The two would have coffee, beer, and sometimes even play a tune together. In the time you had been there you and Joel had become pretty close and he even became your secret beer buddy once a week until he finally put his foot down. It’s not like you weren’t old enough to drink, you were 25, still, he knew how your old man felt about you drinking at all. A bit hypocritical being that your father seemed to depend heavily on alcohol. He never wanted you to make it a habit and he made sure everyone in town knew that.

Today was New Year’s Eve, the guy you were seeing, Henry, you hadn’t seen all day. Still, you expected to see him that night at the event being held. Your father already drunk talking with a few guys hadn’t noticed you look around for Henry and when you did, your heart stopped. His arms were wrapped around a woman that had just arrived to Jackson, his eyes closed as he kissed her. He had no idea you were watching. You didn’t have any energy to confront him, you never believed in fighting over a man.

He obviously made his choice.

Angrily you walked out ignoring the chatter around you, people enjoying themselves, all you really wanted was to get away.

Walking home you noticed Joel on his porch playing his guitar, you breathed a sigh of relief and began walking towards him.

“Nuh-uh, don’t even think about it.”

“Joel, please” you reply, you could feel a knot in your throat holding back tears. Biting his inner lip he looked behind you and next door to your house before standing up and leading the way inside.

“One beer” he gave you a warning glare as he passed you a cold one he had just taken out of the fridge.

“Thanks” you sighed taking a seat at the round wooden table and took a sip.

“Now, why ain’t you at that party?”

You rolled your eyes.

“For what? To see how drunk my father could get?” You chuckled sarcastically. “No thanks”

Joel leaned back on the counter watching you take another desperate sip. He could tell something was bothering you, he could tell you were on the verge of tears.

“Wanna talk about it?”

He crossed his arms as you took another sip shaking your head.

“Actually, got anything stronger than this?”

You looked down at the bottle craving something more.

“I don’t think so-’”

“Come on, Joel. I know you said you didn’t feel right doing this anymore, but you’re the only one who doesn’t treat me like a damn kid. Plus I-“ your voice cracked.

“I had a shitty day ok? Just one drink…Don’t make me beg” you whispered tilting your head looking up at him.

His lips tightened as he walked across the room and grabbed his bottle of scotch out of the cabinet and two glasses.

Silently he sat across from you and poured what he figured was just enough for you. Without hesitation, you grabbed the glass and drank it in one gulp.

“Hey, easy”

“Oh-“ you made a sour face shaking your head when there was a sudden knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Joel called out.

“It’s me Tommy” your eyes bulged out while Joel signaled for you to stay quiet.

“I’ll be right back, I just gotta have a quick talk with him’” he assured you and left you alone.

Of course, being alone with a full bottle of scotch you took it upon yourself to pour another glass. And as the minutes went on, five turned to ten, ten turned to twenty, you poured yourself another and another.

“The hell are ya doin’?!” Joel walked in to find the bottle half empty.

“You took too long” you shrugged.

“Jesus” he whispered grabbing the bottle off the table as you finished your last drop.

“God dammit, didn’t I tell ya to take it easy with that?”

“I feel fine” you assured him but he knew just how quickly scotch could creep up on a person, let alone someone chugging it.

“I just needed a drink-“

“You had more than ‘a drink’, sweetheart” sarcasm in his tone as he slammed the cabinet shut.

“Well, good” you sat back crossing your arms.

“The least I could do for some fun while Henry enjoys himself out there”

Joel sighed brushing his hand across the back of his neck, of course it was a damn boy. He pushed his jacket back placing his hands on his hips and looked down at the table.

“Henry huh” he repeated.

“Want me to say somethin’ to him?”

“No!” You quickly looked up, not even to spare Henry’s feelings but just because you knew how much the guys already feared Joel.

“It’s stupid” you sniffled.

“What happened?”

“Nothing”

“You came down here and drank up half my damn scotch, might as well tell me” he insisted.

“I don’t know…all these pretty girls in town, who was I kidding?”

Joel knit his brows slightly confused.

“And you think you ain’t one of ‘em?”

“Huh?” He could already see your eyes beginning to dance, barely realizing what he said.

“He didn’t even have the balls to break things off with me, Joel, he just-“ you wiped away a tear as you went on.

“I saw him kissing her at the stupid event but hey I’m glad they’re enjoying themselves” you reached for his glass across the table and took another sip.

“Alright I think you’ve had enough” he pulled the glass back.

“I could see why he liked her so much. I just…I just don’t understand what I did wrong”

“Not a damn thing” Joel’s responded slightly defensive, he never really liked Henry.

He grabbed a chair turning it towards you and sat down. Leaning forward, he took a hold of his glass and finished what was left of his drink.

“I guess..” you raised your brows feeling a buzz.

“Screw him” you shrugged before a sudden laughter took over you.

“This stuff actually has me feeling a bit better now”

“Don’t get used to it” Joel spoke low.

“Oh come on now, Joel. I’m a big girl, I should have the freedom to drink” you began to slowly push yourself up.

“Buuuut- I better get going” you stood up straight and felt the room spin.

“You alright?” Joel looked up at you, ready to get up beside you until you started to walk and stumbled right beside him. Quickly he caught you by your waist, falling right onto his lap. You hadn’t realized how tense Joel’s body became, his grip on your waist tightening as you threw your head back in laughter.

“You know, I haven’t laughed this much in a while” you sighed looking down at him, your hands on his shoulders, you realized how close your face was to his.

“Sorry” you whispered.

“Don’t be” he subtly shook his head noticing how you were staring down at him.

“You know, you have really nice hair” your fingers slowly brushed through his thick waves. He swallowed hard, he didn’t say a word for a moment, his gaze darting between your eyes and lips. Joel had to remind himself who you were in that moment. To say he wasn’t attracted to you would’ve been a lie, to say he wasn’t feeling himself get slowly aroused with you on his lap, an ever bigger one. But he couldn’t, especially not like this.

“Come on, I’ll take ya home.” Joel balanced you on your feet as he stood up beside you.

“Yeah- God I hope my dad’s not home yet” you slurred.

“Second thought, maybe you should stay here for the night”

“Here?! Aw Joel, you’re so kind-“

“I know” irritated by what he somehow got himself into, he began leading you to the bedroom, holding your body against his so you wouldn’t stumble into the wall.

“I’m sorry for drinking your scotch” he sat you down on the bed, your eyes growing heavy.

“Don’t worry about it” down on one knee he took off your boots, scooping up your legs and laying them on the bed.

You sighed throwing yourself back as Joel pulled the blanket up over your body, his face over yours.

“Joel….I ever tell you how sweet you are to me? Even when you’re cranky” your hand gently tapped his face, your finger tips then gently brushing over his facial hair. Glossy eyes washing over his features till they stopped on his lips. Joel himself didn’t move, his jaw tensed as he caught his breathing grow heavy.

“Goodnight, darlin’” you sighed half asleep and closed your eyes.

The next morning you woke up to a pounding headache, rubbing your forehead you turned over before realizing you were not in your bed.

“What the hell?” You whispered picking your head up slowly, your brows furrowed until your eyes stopped on wooden sculptures at the other end of the room.

“Joel” you whispered.

Joel sat at the kitchen table with his glasses laying low on the bridge of his nose, the sound of you rushing down the hall making him look up.

“Joel” you panted.

“I checked, your dad hasn’t been up yet, figured I’d let you sleep” you breathed a sigh of relief before rubbing your painfully throbbing head.

“Ridiculous, as if I’m 15. Um-“ you turned to him awkwardly thinking of the night before, the parts you could remember.

“Did I say anything stupid?”

“No mam” he responded calmly, thinking of the very moment you fell onto his lap, the touch of your soft fingers on his face.

“Good” you whispered.

“Well, thanks, Joel. I better go” you walked to the door about to step out until he called out to you making you look back at him.

“Just so ya know, those girls don’t hold a candle to ya” you felt a tingle in the pit of your stomach, a smile forming on your lips.

“Thank you, Joel”

“See ya around, pretty girl”

He thought you were pretty. Joel Miller thought you were pretty, suddenly the night before didn’t seem so bad at all..

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[itsthecline]

WHERE’D ALL THE TIME GO?

CHAPTER ONE

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ new summer , new camp , new people. you were beyond ready to take on the next few months , but you had to get through your first day before that comes.

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warnings profanity , mentions of underage drinking , sexual innuendos , mentions of a cult.

CAMP JESSAMINE was going to be your permanent summer camp , you decided. just the drive to get to the campground was a perfect time. your best friend , taylor , was with you— with some persuasion , and the weather was perfect. the windows to your car were rolled down , stereo to the highest volume as it pumped out the tune of your favorite songs.

you and taylor were the type of people that listened to very specific songs that would only ever make the best coming of age movie soundtrack. it was something very special to the two of you ; romanticizing your lives through music.

as you turned onto the driveway before the parking lot in front of the administration building , two weeks by grizzly bear was playing. taylor reached over , twisting the volume knob to lower it as she took in your surroundings.

“this looks much better than skyline ridge did,” she pointed out , leaning out the open window just a bit.

you laughed at the welcomed diss on your old camp. “i don’t think that’s a tough standard to beat , but i do agree. this is a lot nicer,” you replied , rolling to a stop in the gravel lot. there were several cars already parked— some of the staff showing up to help orientation along.

the radio cut silent as you killed the engine before you reached over and grabbed your tote bag. “we need id’s and..?” taylor trailed off , looking through her own bag.

“just our id,” you reassured her, “lets go check in.”

you both clambered out of your car , not having stood on two feet for several hours. your heart was pounding as you made your way to the front door. it was decorated with a banner above shouting, ‘welcome to camp j!’

with one hand clutching taylor’s , you push the door open and step inside. there’s a line of tables with staff members behind them , helping some new staff members sign in and get instructed on where they’d be bunking for the summer. you were silently praying that taylor and you would be close to each other if not paired up.

“hello! welcome on in , guys!” it was a blonde girl , probably your age , waving you two over. her hair was the perfect amount of curled and flowy for it to look naturally effortless , and her smile was practically blinding you as you walked her way. she looked like the human embodiment of sunshine. “hi , what are your names?”

“y/n,” you answered before clarifying, “y/l/n.”

the blonde didn’t even need to look down at the clipboard in her hands before letting out an excited squeal. “ah! you’re my newbie!”

taylor laughed for a moment before covering her lips with a hand. “and me? taylor mcmahon?”

“ooh , you’re with cleo,” sarah— if she was wearing the proper name badge, answered with a smile, “she’s one of my best friends. our cabins are actually pretty close to each other , too. she’s probably in the dining hall right now getting our dinner set up for tonight , but i’m sure you’ll meet her soon. actually , i’m almost done for my shift of signing people in , so if you wanted i could bring you guys around. introduce you to cleo and kiara. she’s another one of my friends who works here.”

while sarah talked and got papers ready , you could feel a good summer coming in your veins. you and taylor were paired up with two best friends and wouldn’t be staying that far a part , and the girl you were paired with seemed plenty nice.

“i think we’d love that,” you smiled back , picking up a pen and filling out the small sheet handed to you. meanwhile , taylor’s eyes were elsewhere.

“who is that?” without looking up , you know she found a boy to ogle from across the room, “and can he be my newbie?”

sarah chuckled for only a moment before she cut herself off. “oh,” she spoke , eyes landing on katherine’s latest find. “that’s—“ you didn’t really listen to who it was , focusing on your form to get it out of the way as fast as possible.

any allergies? no. any food allergies? no. any health conditions that require medication? no. favorite color? green. favorite drink? probably coffee? you finished filling the blanks before slipping the branded pen into your pocket.

“here you go,” you cleared your throat , handing sarah the slip of paper before picking up your bag from the floor, “anything you need to give me?”

sarah grinned , noticing you wouldn’t be a newbie newbie , just someone who hadn’t been to camp jessamine before. “just your name badge , some t-shirts , the cabin key , itinerary , and list of campers!” it was all handed to you in a packet , badge and lanyard laying on the top of it, “let me grab taylor’s and we’ll head over to the cabins.”

taylor took her own packet and lanyard , slipping the blue loop over her neck with a smile. “you know what , y/n/n? i think you were right : this will be a good summer.” her eyes were still trained on the guy at another set of tables.

looking at him now , you could actually scan over him. camp jessamine t-shirt a half size too small , making his arms budge out of the sleeves just a bit ; buzzed hair ; beyond tall ; perfectly tan skin. “you can have ‘im , babe,” taylor started, “i’ll take his friend.”

your eyes shifted ever slightly to the right , taking in the dark skinned boy that just entered the building , immediately going to his friend and dapping him up. “i don’t date guys from camp , tay. that’s like rule number one.”

“you guys ready?” sarah’s voice cut through your conversation.

“let’s go!” taylor beamed , hooking her arm in yours.

leading you back outside through a different door , sarah began her tour. “so we were just in admin , and that is the gymnasium,” she pointed across the way at another bigger building. it had an outside court as well , giving away its title. “over here is the dining hall , so we’ll stop in for cleo.”

she was smiling the whole time , as if this was some paradise , and you couldn’t help but hope that’ll be you next year. “how long have you been a counselor here?” you wondered , looking all around you all while following sarah through the grass.

“forever,” she simply answered, “i think my first actual memory is from this camp. i went every summer growing up ; a lot of us did. the next move was to obviously start working here,” she continued to explain , slowing her pace just a little for you two to keep up. her eyes noticed how you and taylor were trying to take everything in. “and here we are!”

ever the welcoming committee , sarah opened the door and let you walk through. “sare , who you got with you today?” a boy spoke up , heading your way. she quickly kissed him on the lips before ‘presenting’ you and taylor to the few others in the dining hall.

“y/n , taylor , this is john b , cleo , kiara , and pope,” she introduced everyone , pointing at each of her friends, “guys , this is y/n and taylor. y/n is my bunk buddy , and cleo you get taylor!”

“alright , come here , girl! let me check you out,” cleo hyped taylor up before pulling her in for a hug, “i’m not the newbie anymore , y’all.” the last bit was directed to her friends.

you all laughed at her words , knowing almost all of you had felt that feeling before. “were y’all headed to the cabins?” pope had asked , breaking up the chuckles.

“yeah,” you nodded, “sarah wanted to stop and grab cleo before we settle in.” as you answered , your eyes took in the group , sizing them up in a way to get your read on them.

“yo! new chicks just came in and they are hot! saw ‘em with sarah getting—“ two swing doors opened , a guy walking backward through them with boxes in his arms. when he turned and saw the three extra people in the room , he quickly shut up. “hi there! uh— there’s actually like , i don’t know , four other sarah’s who work here,” he lied , stumbling over his words as everyone laughed.

“right , okay. well , that’s jj,” sarah groaned , clearly unimpressed despite her giggles, “j , this is y/n , my roommate. and this is taylor , cleo’s roommate.”

the blonde swiftly flipped his hat to be facing backwards after putting the boxes down on a table. “nice to meet you , ladies,” he smirked , reaching his hands out crisscrossed for you to both shake. being polite , you both meet his hands , shaking them with smiles.

“nice to meet you , jj,” taylor smiled , catching the fact that he was perfectly your type ; catching that fact that you were blissfully aware that he was perfectly your type.

“hi,” you managed to speak , cheeks flushing bright and ears getting hot, “well , we gotta go— gotta go get , um , unpacked,” you stuttered , pointing to the door and stepping away, “sarah?”

your new friend was grinning ear to ear watching you drown , but she quickly came to your rescue. “see you guys later,” she chuckled , coming and grabbing your shoulders before pulling you away. she led you out the front door and to one of the several golf carts. “so that was something.” sarah couldn’t help herself but laugh a little when you were alone.

“i’m going to kill myself if i talk like that all summer,” you joined in on making fun of yourself, “is everyone that volunteers here that hot?” you questioned , thinking back to the guy you saw signing people in.

“yeah , that’s a perk for sure. something in the water on the cut made those pogues fine,” sarah agreed , turning the golf cart on whenever you threw your bags down in the back.

“okay , first of all : what’s the cut? and secondly , what’s a pogue?” you asked , turning in the seat as sarah took off in the direction of your cabin. neither one of those words seemed too endearing.

sarah looked back at you and took a deep breath. “well , we’re all from this island : kildare. on said island , there’s the nice neighborhood which we call figure eight. then there’s the not so nice neighborhood which we call the cut,” she explained as you listened intently, “all of them are from the cut , sparing kie. she’s a born kook.”

“so if you’re from the cut , you’re a pogue , and if you’re from figure eight , you’re a kook?” you recalled , still not entirely understanding the classist labels.

“it’s dumb , but yeah,” sarah nodded simply.

you took the answer for what it was and focused ahead of you. you could see the cabins now. they were set in five half circles , three cabins in a group. in front of them was a fairly large fire pit with handfuls of chairs littered around the area.

“which one are we in?” you questioned as sarah slowed to a stop.

“we’re in cabin number six! cleo and taylor are going to be in four , and kie is in five,” sarah answered , grabbing one of your bags to help you inside.

“these are nice,” you gaped , stepping into the cabin. there were six bunk beds , three on either side of the building. a bathroom in the back , and another door next to it.

“our room is back here,” sarah announced , moving through the cabin towards the last door, “ta-da!”

you set your bags down at the end of the bed that was still available and looked around. sarah had set up her side of the room already , fairy lights across the ceiling , posters on the wall , and her bed all done up.

“okay , these are really , really nice , dude,” you echoed yourself , amazed at how much more money is clearly put into this camp than your last.

sarah waved you off, “eh , it’s whatever,” she laughed, “just kidding. it’s actually insane how fancy this camp is. even i can admit it.”

“my last camp was an actual dumpster fire compared to this,” you admitted , starting to unravel your bedding to make the room seem homier, “packed cabins , shitty food , bunch of old people for camp counselors. jessamine is an upgrade.” sarah sat down on her bed and listened to you with a smile. she liked you already , that wasn’t hard. “and you all seem actually nice too. that’s another perk on top of how hot you guys are,” you continued with a laugh.

jj. you hated you were still thinking about him. that’s not how you ever want your summers to be. summer flings were not on your list of things to do in your twenties. you wanted to completely focus on yourself and getting to where you wanted to be in life. no blonde surfer boy was going to change that.

“so… you’re still picturing jj in that pretty , little head of yours,” sarah read your mind , holding back a cheesy grin when you turned to her.

“i don’t date boys from summer camp,” you simply said , going back to making your bed. the two of you stayed in silence until you had finished setting up your bed and unpacking. you fell into the mattress with a sigh.

sarah’s position on her bed matched yours , completely sprawled out and exhausted. “i feel like this is the first time i’ve gotten to just chill in like a week,” she huffed , staring up at the ceiling.

“yeah , me too,” you agreed, “me and taylor were on a road trip just before we came here , so i’ve been cramped in my jeep for way too long.”

“wait— how old are you?” sarah questioned , sitting up on her elbows to look over at you.

“nineteen. almost twenty,” you answered , copying her actions, “you?”

“twenty…” she replied with a smile, “which means i’m no longer the baby of the group , so thank you for that.”

“it’s okay. i’m used to it,” you mused, “youngest daughter of six. taylor is older than me , and most of the friends i’ve ever made have been too. nothing new to me.”

it was true ; you were quite used to being the ‘baby’ of whatever group you were around. you grew up that way. as much as you hated it , you did get away with a lot more. such as doing what you’re currently doing. your dad was pissed when he got the email you sent him one morning. it was the day you officially packed all of your things and left home. he had decided you were to be a doctor— what kind? he didn’t care , but a doctor nonetheless. you , however , wanted to travel and experience everything you possibly could while snapping pictures and showing the rest of the world. not exactly an easy thing to come to a compromise on.

that was two years ago.

“well , i hated it. the guys would make fun of me all of the time,” sarah laughed now , it not being as sore of a spot for her, “but that makes taylor… twenty?”

“—one,” you finished for her, “she’s like my best friend and big sister all in one.”

“don’t you already have five of those?” sarah recalled , furrowing her perfectly groomed eyebrows.

you looked away for a moment , fairy lights catching your eyes again. “technically , but i don’t really think blood is what makes family,” you shrugged , pushing yourself to sit up entirely, “show me around some more?” it was an obvious attempt at changing the subject , but it worked.

“wanna see the ponies?”

AFTER ABOUT two hours of sarah showing you around the camp grounds , you found yourself back in your cabin. it was nearly three , so you still had some to yourself before the counselors’ meeting started up before dinner.

you hadn’t seen taylor since you split up at the dining hall , so you were by yourself since sarah had to help with some administrative duties. with your free time , you made the decision to start setting out the things you brought for the girls you’d be mentoring for the summer.

daisy.

amber.

noah.

celeste.

miranda.

kylie.

the first thing on the list was making the covers for their journals. you had pressed three-d stickers on the front , spelling out all of their names. you set the books down on the dressers , pairing each with a disposable camera and pack of pens.

in the bathroom , you had set up a box of essentials. twelve teenage girls in one cabin? it was needed. you hung up a cuter shower curtain , laid down a better floor mat. you were happy with the way everything looked so far , so you moved back into the living area. you set out the mini projector you brought , coloring books and markers , card and board games , bracelet making kits. you were just making the cabin more lived in with plenty of things to do.

you had your headphones in , listening to your own music while you got everything set up. lost in your own world.

“excuse me!”

you jumped , hand clutching your chest as someone pulled one of your headphones from your ear. “holy shit! wow! sorry,” you breathed out , turning to face the person who disrupted your jam session.

“no , i’m sorry,” he replied with a chuckle, “i’m looking for sarah. last i heard she was here , but i guess not.”

“oh , yeah. she went to admin,” you answered , pulling the other headphone out and draping the wire across your shoulders, “i can tell her you stopped by…”

“rafe,” he finished for you , reaching a hand out, “i’m sarah’s brother. cabin seven.”

you nodded with a smile , reaching your hand out for him to shake. he took your hand in his , engulfing it entirely. “y/n. sarah’s roommate. cabin six,” you replied, “just do you know.”

“won’t forget it,” rafe assured you , taking a look around the room, “i like what you’ve done to the place,” he added as he inspected the hanging plant you had hung up.

“i think it’s good for campers to live in a cozy place while they’re away from home,” you explained it , hands coming behind your back as you rocked back and forth on your feet, “i don’t know— it might be dumb.”

“nah,” he immediately dismissed you. he shook his head and looked at you again with a soft smile, “s’cute. see ya around , freshie.”

your eyes trailed after him as he left the cabin , most likely in search of his sister. “see ya , vet!” you called after him , smile still gracing your lips, “jesus , something is in the water around that island.” somehow , rafe looked even better up close than he did when you first got a glimpse of him earlier.

“so you met rafe?”

another voice pulled you out of your thoughts this time. taylor. “thank god,” you sighed , moving to the bedroom and flopping on your now made bed. taylor laughed to herself , following in suit and cuddling up next to you. your arm draped over her stomach , holding your friend close.

“what’s going on , bug?” she asked , dragging a loose lock of hair out of your face, “talk to mama.”

“i think i miss my sisters?” you hummed , staring off at the wall lazily, “which is ridiculous. most days , i would rather go back to cult skyline , but i don’t know. sarah and i somehow brought that up for a moment , and i haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

“okay…” taylor nodded, “do you want my advise or or me to just listen?” god , she knew you so well.

you just sighed deeply , letting all of the air in your lungs leave your body. “i just wanna sit here for a second. take a minute before the kids get her in two days,” you shrugged.

the two of you laid in bed for a while— you weren’t sure how much time had passed until your phone started going off to let you know it was nearing five. you groaned , reaching over a sleeping taylor and grabbing your phone to shut your alarm off.

“tay , time for the meeting,” you spoke , nudging her awake. she groaned , stretching out her body as she came to. “let’s go meet everyone else.”

“yeah , yeah. i’m coming,” she promised , pushing herself up as you did the same.

despite taking the golf cart to the cabin , the walk back over to admin wasn’t all that bad. cleo had met up with you , formally introducing herself to you. it wasn’t long before you were sat around another fire pit the camp had with the rest of the camp leaders.

“all right , everyone! how we doin’?” the woman still standing clapped her hands together , and you recognized her as marsha , the person you were communicating with before you got to jessamine. everyone applauded , hooting and hollering in excitement. “okay , okay. so to start summer off , i just wanna go over a few rules. i know— i know , boring rules. boo. however , once i get them out of the way , all of the fun begins so…”

“she’s just like meagan,” taylor leaned over and whispered to you , referring back to one of the administrators from camp skyline.

you chuckled under your breath before facing back to marsha as she continued. “… no letting kids have sex , no letting kids do drugs or drink alcohol , no letting kids sneak out around camp by themselves in the middle of the night , and finally : absolutely no fraternization between counselors!” she made it a point to shout the last rule louder than the others, “cameron , maybank , i’m looking right at ya both , okay?”

the boys smirked to themselves , a few other guys patting their backs. you were sat somewhere in between them , getting a chance to look at both. jj was laughing with john b , smacking each other back in forth in argument as to who was the bigger camp slut. they agreed on the blonde.

and rafe , he was with his friends you hadn’t met yet. they were dapping him up , congratulating him on his many conquests over the years.

“now that we’ve all agreed on not fornicating on property , let the games begin!” marsha smiled, “you all know how this works. for you newcomers , you’ll pick up just fine. get with your cabin mate and check your emails. scavenger hunt begins… now!”

everyone shot out of their chairs , finding their partners if they weren’t already sat with them to start the game. when you got to sarah , who was only a few chairs away , she already had her phone pulled out with the email pulled up.

“okay , so this is what we do every year on the first night of camp,” she started , handing you her phone to look at the list, “winner gets to have their cabin get their meals before everyone else does for the first two weeks. it actually gets pretty intense.”

you laughed , handing the phone back to its rightful owner and smiling. “let’s win then.”

“alright! i like you a lot , miss y/n/n,” sarah replied , bumping your shoulder with hers. she started walking , so you kept up with her. taking advantage of the golf carts , sarah plucked the keys out of the cup holder and started one up. “we gotta start at the end. marsha thinks we don’t know , but she puts the list in order of location. the further down the list , the further it is from home base.”

“sounds like we’re going to come out on top then,” you commented, “drive faster.”

“back to the ponies we go,” sarah nodded , pushing her foot down on the gas pedal.

you sped off , passing several counselors that were on foot , including rafe. he was with the boy from check in that taylor was checking out and another blonde.

“sare , you know that shit’s practically cheating,” rafe yelled at his sister , causing her to slow down to a complete stop.

“really?” sarah feigned innocence. her big , brown eyes practically sparkled as she looked at rafe.

you leaned forward to look past sarah and at the guys standing next to your cart. “i don’t think marsha ever said that it’s not allowed,” you chimed in , pretending to think back in time, “so we’re gonna go win real quick , and we’ll see ya when we’re passing you in line for dinner.”

it was almost despicable how sweet your smile was compared to your competitive words. rafe eyed you up and down , not bothering to hide his gaze. “sounds like sarah’s already rubbing off on you , sweetheart. better get away from her before it gets worse,” he joked, “have you met kelce and topper yet , honey?” his hand pointed back to his friends , who were impatiently waiting for rafe to shut the hell up.

“no , she hasn’t,” sarah answered for you, “and also screw you. have fun losing again this year!”

with that , sarah hit the gas and drove you away from her brother. her hand flew up , waving bye as she laughed along with you. “god , please don’t take anything that boy says to heart,” she advised , looking over at you with a serious expression all over her face.

“what do you mean?”

“well…” she started, “y’know how marsh called him and jj out for being camp’s biggest whores? she’s not kidding. i love jj , and i love rafe , but those boys can’t keep it in their pants to save their lives. and they’ll say pretty much whatever to get into someone else’s. that includes sweet talkin’ you like rafe was trying to do with his ‘honey’ and ‘sweetheart’ and shit,” she continued explaining, “just be cautious.”

you nodded slowly , taking her words as gospel. every summer camp ever has one or two counselors that fuck like rabbits , but it was your luck that you found them both attractive here. good thing you had your one rule. no dating boys from camp.

it was simple and definitive.

it was clear you and sarah were going to finish before the rest of the counselors by the time you got to the last scavenge point on your list. it was at the fire pit by the cabins in plain view. sarah took a quick picture of you standing next to the fire and holding up the medallion that was placed on the bricks. finally , you were able to hop on the golf cart and head to home base.

“so there’s this party the counselors do every first night of camp , and i think you should come,” sarah spoke up as you steered your way passed the others.

“there’s not a party on the itinerary,” you replied , already having the next few days memorized.

she laughed at you gently , patting your thigh. “babe , it’s not exactly something marsha knows about,” she explained, “it’s , like , a right of passage for the leaders to get drunk off their asses before the kids come. i mean , we usually have kick backs on the weekends , but this welcoming party is much different.”

“different how?” you asked , furrowing your eyebrows, “party’s a party.”

“well , it’s bigger. every single leader comes to it. hangouts on the weekends are usually split up amongst us and our little groups , so this one is the party.”

“yeah , sure. i mean , it would be dumb to miss out on it,” you chuckled with a shrug , pulling up to the administrative office you had been in hours and hours ago.

the blonde let out an excited squeal , yanking you into a hug before hopping off the cart and running into the building. you stayed still , waiting for her to come back out. “first in line , baby!” she shouted , raising her fists into the air as soon as she stepped out the door.

you cheered and laughed with her , turning the golf cart off and getting out. “i love you , sarah cameron,” you confessed , pulling her into a hug.

it was only one day , and you were convinced she might be your person. she had divulged you into all of her stories and drama and didn’t feel the need to hide anything from you so far. she gave you space when you wanted it earlier. she was good. “i love you too,” she replied with a smile, “lets go gloat!”

AFTER SARAH rubbed the win in her brother’s face , while you stayed back and watched it , you met up with the pogues. thankfully , taylor was still with cleo. you immediately pulled her to the side.

“okay , you’re pulling me,” she grumbled , stepping along with you.

“there’s a party tonight,” you stated.

“yeah , there’s one every year. they were just telling me about it,” taylor shrugged, “we going?”

“well , yeah , but on top of that rafe was flirting with me,” you blurted out , cheeks rosy from the thought of the interaction before and after the game.

taylor nodded slowly , glancing back at your new friends before looking in your eyes. “what about jj ‘perfect for you’ maybank?” she asked , nodding to the blonde boy , who was trying to wrestle with cleo.

“no , no. that’s the point. i don’t want anything to do with either of them,” you groaned , dropping your head back for a moment, “so i need you to cockblock if anything happens.”

“all summer? why don’t you just put on a frickin’ chasity belt?” taylor whined.

you rolled your eyes. “just for tonight. hopefully , rafe will catch on , and leave me alone. as for jj , i’ll just be his friend.”

“just lead him on?” taylor corrected you, “he was already bothering me about you. asking me all sorts of questions.” there was a smile in her words , trying to push you to go for it like she always did when it came to the cute boys at camp.

“not happening,” you simply stated , shaking your head, “just cockblock this once , and i’ll , like , suck your dick or something. i don’t know , just help me. because my roommate’s brother giving me slutty eyes and smiles the three times i’ve met him is not on my agenda , taylor. especially after sarah told me he’s kind of a douchebag.”

“okay , okay. you’re so uptight,” taylor agreed, “and now that you mention it , cleo and kiara were saying the same sort of things ‘bout him , so fine. i’ll cockblock.”

just as you two finished up , jj called out to you. “ladies , c’mon! dinner time!” he waved you both over. taylor sent you a look before jogging to catch up with the rest of the group. you headed that way , noticing jj stayed behind in wait. “i see congratulations are in order,” he smiled at you , walking in step with you.

“it was all sarah , really,” you smiled coyly.

he was cute. taylor was right about that. his unruly blonde hair shoved under a beat up , red cap. combat boots pires with a cut off tee. you hated that you were so obviously eyeing him. even more when he said something again.

“you can take a picture you know.” there was a smile evident on your face , eyes gentle as he looked at you like you looked at him.

you just blushed , walking a little faster. “dinner smells good!” you commented , opening the door and rushing in to find sarah or taylor.

you all went through the line , shoving yourself in between the girls so jj couldn’t talk to you. sarah and kiara led you to a table , and you were able to eat. you didn’t even realize how hungry you were until you were sat down.

“cleo , i think i’m in love with you,” you groaned , taking another bit of the sandwich.

“girl , this is nothing,” kie cut in, “you should’ve been here last year. she went all out!”

“i was trying to make a good first impression,” cleo shrugged with a smile , like her cooking skills were mediocre and not something you’d dreamt of before.

“so…” john b started, “taylor told me you guys used to go to some camp in tennessee?” his question was directed at you.

you nodded , covering your mouth as you swallowed the oversize bite you just took. “mmhm,” you hummed, “skyline ridge.” you answered.

“how come you came here?” pope asked this time.

“turns out it was a baby cult,” you admitted , feeling your ears turn hot at the statement. it was kind of embarrassing how you didn’t realize until after. but who’s to blame you? you were a kid. “like , it wasn’t obvious until you left , you know?”

“kinda like the kooks!” jj pointed out with his fork.

taylor shook her head, “no , it was a little more established than your classist island drama , jj.”

“yeah , it was bad , but who cares? we’re here now,” you smiled simply.

soon enough , you all finished your meals and split up yet again to get ready for the not-so-secret secret party. sarah and you were alone again , trading clothes and trying to find a good outfit for each other.

“hey , so i know we just met and all,” sarah began , shyly twist a skirt in her hands, “but i could tell there was something bothering you when we were getting dinner. everything okay?”

god , she was so sweet.

you paused , adjusting the shirt you had switched into before looking at her. “taylor’s convinced i should get a boyfriend this summer. specifically jj , and i’m just , i don’t know , that’s just not for me.”

she nodded , perching on the edge of her bed. “why not?” it was an innocent question.

“i don’t stay in one place too long ever. i think summer camp is the only place i’ll stick around for longer than a few weeks,” you answered , sitting on your bed to face her. clothes were scattered around the both of you , but your eyes locked and it was all left behind. “ever since i ran away , i haven’t stopped to look back. there’s no reason. i travel the world and do my own thing. boys just drag ya down,” you think you explained it well enough.

“i think the right boy could lift you up , if you let him,” sarah philosophied with a sneaky smile, “on that note , i’m gonna go meet up with john b. i’ll see you at the party , y/n/n.”

you waved goodbye , watching her walk out the back door and skipping over to cabin eight. you took a deep breath , mulling over all of the options your friends had been giving you all day.

by yourself , you finished getting ready. to be completely honest , you didn’t know if you wanted to go as much anymore. it was dark , and you didn’t know your way through these woods enough to go alone. you could easily just cozy up in bed and read a book.

a knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts. you rushed over , opening the wooden slab as you poked your earring through its hole. when the door opened , it revealed none other than rafe. “hey,” he greeted you , waiting for you to invite him in before he moved. he watched as you put another earring in.

“hi,” you replied , moving to the side to let him come in away from the bugs, “looking for sarah?”

he let out a chuckle , nodding his head. “yeah… she said she’d go on a beer run with me,” he explained , shoving his hands into his pockets after closing the door.

“she left for the lake , like , twenty minutes ago,” you grimaced , continuing to get ready while rafe stood in the cabin area. you shrugged on a crocheted cardigan and stood in front of him. “how do i look for my first party?”

his deep blue eyes scanned over your figure , taking their time to drink you in. your legs were exposed as you wore a pair of shorts you obviously cut yourself. the bralette-esque top sarah let you borrow covered hardly anything. the cardigan was your saving grace for any modicum of modesty. his fingers found his lips , rubbing them almost in an attempt to physically stop any nasty comments from flying out.

“you look real good , freshie,” rafe complimented you, “uh— i’ll let you get to the party. see ya,” he stammered out , reaching for the door handle.

“oh , well i can go with ya. since sarah ditched you,” you offered up , promptly getting him to stop opening the door. you don’t know what changed in the last minute for you to go from wanting to stay in for the night to wanting to join the camp whore on a beer run , but it was already offered.

“if you wanna. i mean , it’s just a beer run , so it shouldn’t take long,” rafe nodded, “i’ll have you back to your little pogues in no time.”

“you guys and your kooks and pogues,” you rolled your eyes , running back into your room to grab your phone and camera, “you do realize you’re all nobodies outside of that little island , right?” you questioned him , brushing past his body to slip out the door.

“you wouldn’t understand,” rafe sighed , following you outside before taking the lead to his truck.

“try me,” you pressed. you were walking passed everyone— going against the grain. you both waved to a few of the people who said hello first , and then your eyes lock on jj’s.

he was walking with pope and kiara , but his eyes were trained on your movements and who you were with. and you don’t know why , but your heart actually stung a little bit when you saw him tear his eyes away from you , going back to talking to his friends like nothing happened.

nothing did happen.

it’s a beer run with a fellow camp leader. big deal.

“so?” you nudged rafe with your elbow, “what’s this big thing between kooks and pogues my tiny mind just don’t understand!” you were being theatrical , and rafe chuckled a little bit before shoving you a little in the direction of his truck that came into view.

“it’s always been that way. the island was always the rich and the poor,” he began to explain, “but i think right now is the most polarized it’s ever been. i mean , we’re getting into fights all of the time. jj got arrested for sinking topper’s boat a couple of years ago! it’s all eye for an eye back home.”

rafe stopped to open the passenger door for you before moving around and climbing behind the wheel. you buckled up and looked at him. “you know that saying though?”

“hmm?” he hummed.

“if it’s always eye for an eye , eventually everyone is blind?” you mused , waiting for him to pick up on it.

“okay,” he rolled his eyes now, “you don’t get it.”

“no! hey , don’t pout,” you pointed at him when he focused more on the roads than the conversation , which usually you’d be grateful for a responsible driver , but you can only assume he usually isn’t. “it’s not me making fun of you as much as it is telling you there is a big , big world out there that doesn’t give a damn if your from the cut or the loop or whatever the fuck you call it.”

“figure eight,” he corrected you , fixing his pouty lips into a smile as he glanced at you again.

“whatever— do you have a fake? if not , i do , so we can get the beers,” you changed the subject.

and he laughed at you. “baby , i don’t need a fake id.”

“oh , well , okay. how old are you?” you stuttered at the nickname. what was with this man and terms of endearment?

“twenty-three.” he leaned over and gave you the biggest , toothiest smile.

“old man,” you scoffed , pushing his head away from you, “you should be old enough to realize that—“

“that the stupid generational rivalry is pointless. yeah , yeah,” he finished for you, “just let me buy you some drinks for the party and be happy about it,” he joked.

“oh , i don’t drink,” you shook your head.

that’s what got him to look at you fully. “shit— sorry , i didn’t mean to offend you. it’s just , i don’t know , you offered to come with me , so i guess i just assumed,” he rambled off as you started giggling.

his brows furrowed in confusion , not understanding what was funny or why you were laughing at him. “i’m kidding , ray,” you laughed , patting his head gently, “of course i drink. why else would i have a fake , doofus?”

with the relief that you weren’t actually making fun of him , rafe was able to laugh along with you. he did take notice of the nickname you gave him , though. “ray,” he whispered.

“like sunshine , ya know? it’s an oxymoron,” you explained, “and it could easily be an actual nickname for you , so it’s perfect.”

“ray like sunshine,” rafe echoed with a nod, “how exactly is that an oxymoron?”

you looked at him with a sly smile. “you’re not exactly cheery.”

“uh uh!” he argued back, “i can be cheery as fuck!”

you let out a belly laugh , tilting your head back , and rafe thinks he’s met his maker when you do. “i would looooove to see you be anything but flirty with me or grouchy with sarah. truly , i’d enjoy it,” you remarked , shifting your seat a little.

“there’s a lot you haven’t seen from me yet,” rafe remarked , proving your point of only ever being cheeky or grumpy.

“exhibit a,” you pointed, “i’m gonna start keeping count.” the two of you chuckled as he pulled into the parking lot ( of what you assume is ) the closest liquor store to camp.

“c’mon , honey. you’re mrs. rafe cameron if anyone asks,” he included you in his little scheme as if it was a necessity to this beer run. he hopped out of the truck , opening your door once again for you to slide out and land on the ground. “after you,” he smiled , opening the business’ door.

“okay , my ray of sunshine husband,” you playfully scrunch your nose , walking into the store. he was already trying to be ‘sunshiney’ after your comment.

you paused when you stepped in , waiting for rafe to drag you through the store as you’d never been. “follow me,” he simply said , grabbing your hand like he’d done it all his life , like you weren’t two total strangers. it was that moment that made you realize you were starting to break your own rules. well , maybe you didn’t realize it realize it , but in the back of your head? you did.

he lead the way to the back cooler , stepping inside and grabbing a case of beer and one of the seltzers. “you want anything specific?” he looked over to you , seeing you standing in the door way , holding yourself tight at the temperature change. “c’mere,” he gestured to himself and opened his arm.

despite yourself , you moved quickly to him and snuggled into his side. his hand ran up and down your arm , trying to warm you up. “grab whatever you want , and we’ll get outta here.”

your hand reached for a case of ciders , but you paused to look up at him for approval. he nodded and grabbed it before you could and ushered you out of the cooler.

“id please,” the cashier spoke monotonously , looking at you and rafe like you were idiots.

“marco , i literally come here every year. we have this conversation every year,” rafe groaned , digging in his pocket for his wallet.

“and up until two years ago , you were just another jessamine shit head underage drinking,” marco joked , nodding to you, “id , hon.”

“oh—“ you started , but rafe cut you off.

“hey , she’s good,” he nodded , sending marco a message you couldn’t quite read yet, “mrs. cameron isn’t old enough yet. she’s just along for the ride. right , baby?” he continued with his lie , wrapping his arm around you again and squeezing you tight.

marco rolled his eyes , knowing rafe was going to slip him a crisp if he just processed the purchase. “have a good night , y’all,” he grumbled. you muttered a small reply , waving meekly as rafe set a hundred dollar bill on the counter. he tapped it once before grabbing the cases of drinks.

you held the door open for him this time , seeing as his arms were full. “m’lady,” you jested , even bowing before him as he walked through the exit with a scoff.

“shut up,” he chuckled , shaking his head. he set the drinks in the back seat and opened your door. “git on up,” he tapped your back before closing the door— only after making sure nothing of yours was in the way.

rafe wasn’t too sure why he was being all gentlemanly with you. maybe it was because he wanted to prove you wrong when you said he was just a flirt or a grouch. maybe it’s the way you were someone that didn’t know him yet , and he could be someone else for once.

hell , wasn’t that what summer was for?

the drive back was calm. you and rafe just chatted , asking each other questions and really listening to the other one’s answers.

you couldn’t help but think to yourself that maybe everyone else had got it wrong. rafe had depth. you listened to the way he talked about his work , his aspirations , his ideologies. he wasn’t just some camp whore you were so easily labeling him earlier.

“you know what , hubby?” you hummed , hand out the window , surfing the air. your head was rested against the seat , but you turn to look at him with a smile on your face.

“what ever is on your mind , dear?” he replied , goofy smile matching yours as did his tone. the ongoing joke between you two made you giggle before continuing.

“i think you might be one of the most complex people i have ever met,” you confessed genuinely , sweetly almost. and like it wasn’t the best , most heartfelt compliment anyone had ever given rafe , you turned forward again , closing your eyes to just feel the wind passing you by.

rafe held back a grin to himself , mimicking you and just focusing on the road to give you a quiet rest of the ride back. the peaceful kind of quiet rafe didn’t even believe existed.

a/n here it is! please let me know if you hate it or love it or have ideas!!! also: tea me posting this earlier than i expected:)

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Until You

Part One | Part Two

charles leclerc x female pop singer!reader x oscar piastri f1 smau with intermittent scenes fc: none it's a mix of taylor swift, sabrina carpenter, and random pinterest ladies. {voice claim is adele}

Summary: he drives vroom vrooms, she sings soulful tunes. there's no way in hell this is gonna work, right? Warnings: language Notes: my first foray into smau and holy shit these are a lot of fun (and work omg). special thanks to @driverlando for the encouragement and listening to me whine

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liked by charles_leclrec, landonorris, pierregasly and 3,689,476 others ynyln: Merci beaucoup, Paris! Je t'aime et à bientôt!! ❤️💋 user1: formula one what are you doing here     user2: she's always been a fan? user3: hope you're ok!! <3 user4: mother showing us all why she's mother pierregasly: magnifique spectacle, rendez-vous à Monaco! user5: did anyone see the fan vides of the f1 boys there?      user6: she's gonna be at Monaco?!?!      user7: were they in vip?      user5: yeah but from what I've seen they didn't go backstage or anything user7: announce split from shitbag bf then perform best show of her tour? queen shit

ynyln

liked by mclaren, charles_leclrec, scuderriaferrari and 2,912,672 others ynyln: For the first time I will be attending a Grand Prix! Vroom vrooms make my heart go brr. Eternally grateful to scuderiaferrari for the invitation. (They don't have to know my favorite driver is on mclaren) 📷: poster of the gp I was supposed to go to 2 years ago scuderriaferrari: 🤨 scuderriaferrari: we're sure you'll be a converted tifosi by Sunday mclaren: yn is our fan 🙏🏻 Oscar and Lando on cloud 9 now f1: Looking forward to (finally) welcoming you! user4: alright y'all is she a Lando or Oscar girlie      ynyln: can't I love them both 🥺 user8: great now I gotta watch all the grand prix stuff this week for a glimpse of mother user7: why didn't you go 2 years ago?     user8: J*stin that's why ynbff: I know this is so beyond huge for you! You're going to have such a great time!! (liked by ynyln) user4: idk but it's weird she's all happy and stuff right after the end of her relationship with IDK      user1: not really? If you look back for the past year they were rarely seen together. He didn't even go to her launch party in London      user5: yeah anyone could see they were over long before they announced it. she probably mourned it already

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ynyln: Dinner in Monte Carlo. Do I go all in on black or red?

scuderriaferrari: red, obviously landonorris: black charles_leclerc: Red maxverstappen1: Black ynyln: all these blue check marks where are my lil lattes 😩 user2: yn stays forgetting she's the biggest blue check mark user1: not max joining in the mclaren vs ferrari fight for YN mclaren: Papaya 🥺 (but black)      scuderiaferrari: go comment on your own guest's posts      mclaren: you sent the invite after we mentioned doing it      landonorris: do better admin      mclaren: We'll get her next time      redbullracing: not if we get her first      landonorris: if not we're going on strike      oscarpiastri: we what      landonorris: for legal reasons that was a joke 🙄 oscarpiastri: I quite like the red user3: I love that YN asked opinions on her fit but it's just f1 drivers and admins fighting over her 🍿🍿 (liked by author)      ynyln: it's amazing right? no one's fought over me before user3: bffr sabrinacarpenter: love the black but the red slays 🫶🏻 redbullracing: we vote blue      mclaren: that's not an option?      redbullracing: we still vote blue      scuderiaferrari: don't you have an energy drink to go sell user4: came for the pics, stayed for the f1 chaos

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caption: making men wait for selfies before i order food? yes

Y/n and Charles lingered over their wine, and when yn/bff made the signal that they should get going y/n waved her off. Usually she hated social settings, but Charles was so personable and warm that she felt like she was chatting with a longtime friend. "You can go, Pete can get me back to the hotel," she said, glancing to the table in the corner, where Pete and Charles's bodyguards sat. The dining room was private, and she had the feeling that Ferrari had paid to have the restaurant closed to anyone but their small party for the night.

"I will make sure she gets back safely," Charles promised.

Yn/bff relented, excusing herself and leaving. The next several moments YN bid goodnight to the others, smiling sweetly and shaking hands of the Ferrari personnel and members of the team, and finally Carlos, who shared a knowing look with Charles before he left.

"You don't have to stay with me," she said as the waiter came to refill their glasses.

"No, I am having a wonderful time." He smiled, asking the waiter to leave the bottle. "I have wanted to meet you for a long time."

That surprised her. "Really?" she asked, sipping her wine.

He nodded, standing and bringing his glass and the bottle around so he could sit next to her. "I've been a fan of yours since – ah, I'm bad at song titles. The song where it's – I heard that you're settled down. I can't sing, I'm sorry."

She smiled. "Someone Like You?"

"Yes, that one." Charles leaned one arm on the table. "A few of us came to Paris and we were supposed to come backstage after the show, but after what happened…"

"I saw pictures and videos of you and – Lando and Pierre right? I wish I could have met you then – I've been a fan forever, but…" She swallowed hard, glancing down briefly. "I cancelled my post show meetings," she murmured. "It didn't seem right."

"Were you…" He paused, then shook his head. "It is none of my business."

"Was I too upset?" she guessed, taking another sip as the surprised flashed in his eyes. "I suppose I was. You were at the show… Those emotional moments weren't rehearsed."

"I could tell."

"Do you want to know the crazy part?" She didn't know why she was sharing this with him. He was a stranger. Yet she felt so at ease with him. More at ease than she had in a long time, really. "I wasn't crying for him."

"Who were you crying for, chérie?" he asked softly.

"Myself. For the wasted time, the pain I put myself through." Y/n gave her head a little shake. "I'm sorry, you don't want to hear about that."

"I want to hear about anything you wish to say."

"Are you always this charming?" she asked.

"I'm not charming. That makes it sound like I'm trying to make you like me. I am just… Me, y/n."

"You. Charles Leclerc, one of the top drivers in formula one."

"And you are just y/n, queen of music."

"I wasn't always."

"Neither was I."

"Touche," she sighed, lightly clinking her glass to his. "But you are charming."

"Perhaps I am just charmed. I am glad you went with the red." His eyes stayed on her as he finished his wine. Then he glanced to the corner, hesitating before facing her again. "Would you like to go somewhere more private?"

She hesitated. She didn't know him. The last thing she needed was some messy disaster of a fling, or to dive into a new relationship. And yet… "Yes," she whispered.

tbc.

[atriza]

Obsession’s Tune

Yandere Idol!Jay Park x Reader

Summary: Jay Park, a member of Enhypen, becomes obsessed with you, a fan who attends all their concerts. What starts as infatuation turns into dangerous fixation as he tracks your daily life and believes you’re meant to be his.

Word Count: 2,000 words

Trigger Warnings:

Stalking and Obsession

Physical Restraint

Implied Violence

The concert hall vibrated with the cheers of thousands, each voice screaming for the idols on stage. The dazzling lights swirled in hypnotic patterns, amplifying the electric energy of the night. Enhypen stood center stage, commanding the crowd’s attention with their synchronized choreography and flawless vocals. Yet, amidst all the chaos, Jay Park’s focus was solely on one person.

You.

Perched in your usual spot near the barricades, you were oblivious to how his sharp eyes lingered on you longer than they did anyone else. You didn’t know that every lyric he sang, every sly smirk he directed toward the audience, was all for you.

The first time he saw you was at a fansign months ago. You’d been timid, barely making eye contact as you shyly handed over an album for him to sign. Your soft voice and nervous smile had wormed their way into his mind, and something inside him had shifted.

At first, it was just curiosity. Who were you? What was your life like outside these fleeting moments you shared in his world? But curiosity turned to obsession when he started noticing your familiar face in the crowds. You came to every event, always tucked away but always there. It felt like fate.

Now, standing on stage bathed in golden light, Jay’s heart thundered as he imagined the moment he’d been planning for weeks. Tonight, he’d finally claim you.

---

The show ended in a crescendo of applause, the group bowing and waving before retreating backstage. Jay was the last to leave, stealing one final glance at you as you smiled with the rest of the crowd.

Backstage, the usual post-show chaos unfolded. Managers buzzed around, staff congratulated the members, and the air was thick with adrenaline. Jay barely noticed any of it. His mind was elsewhere. He’d already memorized the exits and calculated the perfect time to intercept you.

“Jay, you good?” Jake asked, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Yeah,” Jay replied, flashing a charming smile. “Just tired.”

Jake shrugged and moved on, leaving Jay to his thoughts. He pulled out his phone, quickly pulling up the live camera feeds from the venue—a privilege reserved for idols who needed to monitor fan safety. He found you almost instantly, lingering near the exit, your expression dreamy as you replayed the night in your mind.

“Perfect,” he murmured, slipping out the back door unnoticed.

---

You stayed behind longer than most, savoring the post-concert glow. The energy of the night lingered in your veins, and Jay’s performance was all you could think about. Something about his stage presence had felt… different. More intimate, as though his piercing gaze had landed on you more often than it should have.

Shaking off the silly thought, you made your way toward the exit. The hallways were eerily quiet, most of the staff and fans having already left. You quickened your pace, feeling a strange sense of unease.

The sound of footsteps echoed behind you.

You glanced over your shoulder, but no one was there.

“Just my imagination,” you muttered, trying to calm your nerves.

But as you rounded the next corner, you collided with someone. Strong arms caught you before you could stumble, the grip firm but steady.

“Whoa, careful,” a familiar voice said.

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. Looking up, you found yourself staring into the face you’d just been watching on stage. Jay.

“J-Jay?” you stammered, your voice trembling. “What are you doing here?”

He smiled, the kind of smile that could make anyone’s heart race. But up close, there was something unnervingly intense in his eyes. “I could ask you the same thing. Why are you wandering around here all alone?”

“I was just leaving,” you said quickly, trying to step back, but his hands didn’t release you.

“You shouldn’t walk alone at night. It’s dangerous,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your arm in a way that made your skin crawl despite the gentleness of the gesture.

“I’ll be fine,” you said, forcing a smile. “Thank you for the concern, though.”

Jay tilted his head, studying you like you were a puzzle he was determined to solve. “You come to all our concerts, don’t you?”

Your breath hitched. “How… how do you know that?”

He chuckled, low and almost playful. “I notice things, Y/N.”

The way he said your name made your stomach twist. You didn’t remember ever telling him, and yet he said it with such familiarity, like he’d been saying it in his head for months.

“Listen,” you said, your voice firmer now. “It’s late. I really should go.”

“Wait,” he said, his grip tightening just enough to make you hesitate. “I… I’ve been wanting to talk to you. For a while now.”

The confession made your blood run cold. “What?”

“You stand out,” he said, his eyes locked on yours. “Every time I’m on stage, I see you. You’re different. Special.”

Your heart raced, but not in the way it had during the concert. There was something off about the way he was looking at you, the way his hands refused to let you go.

“Jay,” you said carefully, “I think you’re misunderstanding something. I’m just a fan. That’s all.”

His smile faltered, and for a moment, something dark flickered across his face. “No,” he said quietly. “You’re not just a fan. You’re mine.”

Your blood turned to ice.

“I’ve been watching you, Y/N,” he continued, his voice soft but chilling. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you sing along to our songs like they’re meant just for you. And they are. Everything I do, every performance, it’s for you.”

You stepped back, finally wrenching yourself free from his grip. “This is crazy. You don’t even know me!”

“But I do,” he insisted, stepping closer. “I know where you like to sit during concerts. I know what songs make you smile. I even know your favorite coffee shop—vanilla lattes, right? You get one every morning before work.”

The walls felt like they were closing in on you. “You’ve been following me?”

He frowned, as though the word offended him. “Not following. Protecting. There are so many people out there who don’t deserve to be near you, who could hurt you. I couldn’t let that happen.”

“Jay,” you said, your voice shaking, “this isn’t right. You’re scaring me.”

His expression softened, his hands reaching out as though to comfort you. “I don’t want to scare you,” he said. “I just… I need you to understand. No one else can love you like I do. No one else deserves you like I do.”

You took another step back, but he matched it, his presence suffocating.

“I’ve already taken care of the ones who tried to get too close,” he murmured, almost to himself. “The guy you used to sit with at that café? He doesn’t bother you anymore, does he?”

Your stomach dropped. You remembered the barista who had flirted with you a few weeks ago, how he had suddenly stopped showing up. You had thought it was just a coincidence, but now…

“What did you do?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Jay’s smile returned, but it was colder now, more sinister. “I did what I had to. For us.”

Panic surged through you, and you turned to run, but he was faster. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you back against him.

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips brushing your ear. “Don’t fight me. I’ll take care of you. I’ll keep you safe.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you struggled against his hold, but he was too strong. “Jay, please,” you begged, your voice breaking. “This isn’t love.”

“Of course it is,” he said, his tone almost gentle. “You just don’t see it yet. But you will. I’ll make sure of it.”

He began guiding you down the hallway, his grip unyielding despite your attempts to pull away. Your heart pounded in your chest as you realized the horrifying truth. The man who had seemed so perfect on stage, so charming and untouchable, was a monster in disguise.

And now, you were his captive.

[lostwysteria]

(Part 12. Warning! Contains a make out sesion that leads to a fade to black. Hope you enjoy!

Also, you guys are awesome!)

Masterlist

Ling and Wreck were silent after that. It was a comfortable kind, though. Wreck was playing a chill tune from an old video game.

Ling just let his mind wander as his hands followed the familiar pattern.

His life had changed so much in just a week. It was honestly shocking how un-shocking it felt. He felt more at peace than he had in years. He had two permanent charges and a steady way to settle his Trust driven instincts. For the first time in so long he felt steady and sure.

He felt… loved, if that was the right word for it.

The elevator dinhed and Miss J and Nice strode out.

“Alright you two. In two weeks time, Homemaker is getting kidnapped again and Wreck is going to be his knight in shining armor. We’re going the whole love prevails and redeems route.” She rolled her eyes so hard Ling was surprised her glasses didn't crack.

Nice had practically skipped over to Ling and gave him a quick hug and nuzzle before skipping over to Wreck and giving him a kiss as he sat down beside him. He cozied up to the black haired man with a purr. Wreck looked startled and then delighted.

“Since when can Nice purr!?” Miss. J asked in bafflement.

“Since last year, according to him.” Ling answered as he finished his row of stitches. He gave her his full attention after he set his project down. “We're kidnapping me?”

Miss. J shook herself out of the daze she was in over the purring human. “Yes. Nice will be at an event and you will be taken in public while out looking for a gift for Nice.”

“I reserve the right to defend myself if they get too rough.” Ling said as he took off his slip on shoe and brandished it. Wreck choked.

“You mean you wield the dreaded ‘La Chancla’!?” Wreck asked before howling with laughter. Ling would never admit it, but even that little bit of Spanish sounded hot coming from Wreck. He bet French or Italian would sound downright sinful coming from Nice. Ling shook that thought from his head.

“I’ll wallop you if you push me.” Lin Ling threatened. Wreck just laughed harder. “Part of my powers. It's one of my few physical defenses. Shut up!” he threw the shoe with startling accuracy. Wreck was knocked off the piano bench with a startled and pained yelp. Nice chuckled as he caught the shoe afterwards.

The white haired hero walked over and sat down on the floor and gently put the slip on back on Ling’s foot. He then got back up and went to check on Wreck. Lin Ling was blushing like mad.

Miss. J looked so done.

…

Wreck pushed Nice down onto the bed. Ling was hammering out details with Miss. J and that granted them time alone.

“Fuck. I missed you, Xiaoxing.” Wreck said in between kisses. Nice gasped and shuddered at hearing his real name.

“I missed you more, Tiantang.” Nice whined as sharp teeth grazed a sensitive part of his neck.

“I find that hard to believe. What with that cutie-pie you found.” Wreck teased. He nibbled at Nice’s neck, making sure not to leave marks where they would not be seen.

“You like him? I thought you might, love. I decided he could be ours.” Nice gasped as Wreck’s hand wandered lower, barely grazing where he wanted it to touch.

“Is that so?”

Shirts were removed and Nice arched into Wreck’s touch as kisses were trailed across a porcelain pale chest

“Yes. We can't let him go. Have you seen him? He’s perfect for us. And I found him. I saved him from his own attempt, you know. He was thinking about jumping as well.”

Wreck paused, debating on saying something until Nice squirmed in a very appealing way, grazing some sensitive parts with his leg.

“Alright. I'm game. Let's seduce the pretty thing you found us.”

“Oh, A-Tang. I knew you would see it my way.” Nice purred. “Let me show my appreciation”

No more words except expletives and love were said for the next two hours.

…

Ling got back to the apartment and sighed in exhaustion. Miss. J was a taskmaster and a half.

He stopped by the coach. Nice and Wreck were asleep on the couch with a movie playing. He draped the blanket he finished while ironing out the details with Miss. J over them. He then got his own and sat down on the other end. He’d seen the movie before and it was pretty good.

He grinned when he caught sight of the hickey on Wreck's neck. He was glad they had a good time.

[raythekiller]

I love the masky nsfw alphabet It riled up my imagination.. soo can i request for a hoodie one?? Thank youu

🗒꒰⸝⸝₊ NSFW ALPHABET ❛ ✧

Featuring: Hoodie/Brian

# Notes: its that time of the year again where i make 1 post and disappear for the next seven months <3 also DAYUM new post format?? (also also theres a new toby drawing on the way stay tuned)

A - AFTERCARE

Surprisingly soft. Wants to hold you close and maybe take a shower together. Don't get things twisted though - it's so he can keep feeling your body against his instead of to comfort you. Call it possessiveness or an ego stroke, maybe.

B - BODY PART

Thighs man through and through. Thigh highs drive him up-the-wall insane. Will also just absentmindedly knead them if you're sitting next to him, especially if you're wearing shorts or a skirt/dress.

C - CUM

Oh he likes it messy. Just enjoys having his cum on you in general - backshots, face, dripping from you after he came inside, you name it.

D - DIRTY SECRET

None. He has no shame and is very open about what he likes.

E - EXPERIENCE

Not as much as you might expect, given his demeanour. Don't get me wrong, it's still a lot, but he makes it seem like he worked as a pornstar for a few years with sheer cockiness.

F - FAVORITE POSITION

If you ask him, he'll say "all of them". But if you put a gun to his head and tell him to choose, he'll settle for doggy. Just loves grabbing your hips and ass while he's pounding into you.

G - GOOFY

He doesn't exactly make jokes, but his teasing might be a bit funny at times. He doesn't mind making things more silly or lighthearted as long as you still cum at the end of it.

H - HAIR

Usually clean-shaven, but he might get a bit lazy with it occasionally. Always at least well trimmed though.

I - INTIMACY

Usually adapts to what you like best. If you just want to get your brains fucked out and keep romance out of it, he'll happily do it. If you like something more tender with lots of "I love you"s, he doesn't complain about it either.

J - JACK OFF

A lot. This guy has crazy stamina (we'll talk about that later), I'd say maybe five times per week or so.

K - KINK

A lot but mainly: CORRUPTION!! I've said it before and I'll say it again he wants to bring the worst out of you. If you're a virgin, he wants go be your first. If you're not, he wants to see just how wild things can get when he pushes you a little.

L - LOCATION

Literally anywhere. He is a fan of semi-public sex, though. In the woods, living room of the manor when (you think) there's no one else home, in a busted alleyway, you name it.

M - MOTIVATION

Oh it's very easy to turn him on. Here's a huge one though: when you take iniciative. He's used to being the one starting shit. When YOU do it, though? When you make it clear you want him to wreck you? Fucking hot.

N - NO

Very short but obvious list: anything to do with piss, shit or vomit. Other than that, I think he's pretty open. Not even averse to being submissive every now and then.

O - ORAL

HELL YEAH BABY! Giving, receiving, whatever, he doesn't care. His mouth isn't just good for talking shit — he knows how to use that tongue. When he's getting head, though? He looks so pretty — head thrown back, moaning and whimpering with a grin on his face. Might buck his hips into your mouth for giggles (and because you sound hot choking on him).

P - PACE

Again, he'll go for whatever gets you off. If you like it rough and fast, he's in. If you prefer slow and sensual, that's also hot.

Q - QUICKIE

Biggest quickie fan in the manor. He just can't help himself most of the time and he doesn't really try to, either. If his horny, you best bet he knows how to get you horny as well and things just go from there.

R - RISK

Loves experimenting and finding new ways to make you moan. Doesn't mind getting a bit freakier every now and then.

S - STAMINA

Jesus christ what are they feeding this man. Y'know when guys are like "I'm gonna fuck you all night long" and stop after two rounds max? This motherfucker is serious about it.

T - TOYS

I don't think he'd go out of his way to buy them, but if you already have them you best believe he's using it to his advantage. Big fan of vibrators.

U - UNFAIR

This guy is MEAN. He doesn't make you wait for too long before fucking you but just those few minutes feel like an eternity with the atrocities he's whispering in your ear.

V - VOLUME

LOUD. He moans, groans, whines, whimpers, you name it. Not ashamed to make some noise and LOVES if you're loud as well.

W - WILD CARD

Likes having his hair pulled— WHO SAID THAT???

X - X-RAY

7.4 inches, cut. Not too thick, just the right girth.

Y - YEARNING

Can't go like, a week without having sex or at least jacking off. Homeboy has a lot of steam he needs to let out.

Z - ZZZ

Only god knows how he doesn't pass out immediately after. Chances are you'll fall asleep before him.

[fuddaroundandgetbueckets]

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A Long Time Coming Part 2 - 10am Ice Cream

Summer/Fall - 2021

The practice court was glistening, looking polished and beautiful as ever.

Paige was absolutely gliding. Her long legs carried her from one side of the court to the other, the basketball and her hand acting like compatible magnets. Her smile was wide and her laugh echoed throughout the room.

Azzi watched her best friend practice out of the corner of her eye, trying to be present while her new coaches gathered her and the other freshmen together. She couldn’t help but smile to herself, feeling so elated to finally be here, finally be on the same team as Paige again since Team USA.

Geno finished his speech to the Freshman and told them to disperse accordingly, hooking a slight finger at Azzi, silently telling her to come speak with him one on one. She nervously obliged.

“Azzi,” Geno started, his stance wide with his clipboard under his armpit and arms crossed, “I see massive potential in you. Show me what you can do these next few weeks and we’ll talk again, alright?”

Azzi, stunned she was pulled aside and the words that Geno said, stayed quiet and nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Coach.” With that, Geno nodded once and tapped her shoulder with his clipboard, silently telling her to get on with practice.

Although Paige was across the room with the other upperclassmen taking a water break, she caught Azzi’s interaction with Geno. She shook her head and couldn’t help the grin making its way onto her face.

“What?” Aaliyah asked, turning herself to see what Paige was staring at.

Paige nodded her head at Geno and Azzi. She took a swig of her water and said, “She’s been here for two seconds and Geno already loves her. Classic Fudd move.”

Aaliyah let out a short laugh, looking on at the pair as well, “I’m jealous. You think she’s gonna start?”

“No doubt,” Paige said confidently, feeling a large sense of pride for her best friend.

Practice flew by after that, the team running drills and acclimating the freshmen. Paige and Azzi played together like they were always meant to, reading each other effortlessly and being the backcourt team of any coach’s dreams. Every time Azzi made a bucket, you would be sure to hear Paige loudly cheer her on, causing Azzi to blush at the flamboyant praise. She would smile and shake her head, still a little unbelieving that this would be her new normal for the next few years.

When Paige was feeling hot, Azzi made sure to let her know too - subtly tapping her back and giving her a thumbs up with a smile, not yet comfortable enough with the team to be any more extroverted than that.

At the end, Paige realized her cheeks hurt from smiling so much. She didn’t realize she could be this happy, especially at 8am practice.

Later, Paige and Azzi walked out of the court together, their eyes instantly blinded by the sun and skin feeling stifled by what remained of the Connecticut summer heat. Paige looked to Azzi, “Ice cream?”

Azzi laughed, confused, “It’s 10am.”

All Paige did was raise her eyebrows as if to say So what? and lead them both to her car.

She immediately threw on her summer playlist, Mary J. Blige blasting through the speakers. “I love this song,” Azzi laughed, singing out of tune with Paige, the windows rolled down, both their arms sticking out to feel the late August wind.

Paige looked over, her right hand casually on the steering wheel. She smiled, “I know.”

Azzi looked over at her now, feeling her smile softening and her eyes wandering Paige’s profile. She wore her glasses now after practice, which sat at the end of the bridge of her nose. Her long arm was slightly flexed as she manoeuvered the steering wheel, and her head was leaned slightly towards the window, exposing her sharp jaw and long neck to Azzi.

Azzi blinked and turned back to the road.

They arrived at the ice cream shop a few minutes later, Paige promptly putting in their orders without asking Azzi what she wanted. Azzi didn’t mind; she would have done the same if Paige hadn’t beat her to it.

They sat outside in the sun, no umbrella at their table, strawberry and chocolate soft serves in their hands. Paige leaned her head back slightly, basking in the warmth.

“So”, she licked around her cone, chocolate slightly dripping down her hand. “What’d you think of Geno in practice mode?”

“He’s kind of intimidating but in a “I really want to impress him way”, you know?”

“Yeah,” Paige smiled, “Feeling good about committing here? About UConn?”

Azzi nodded with a soft smile. “It’s everything and more to be honest. Everyone so far has been so kind and welcoming, the facilities and staff are awesome, and my dorm only smells a little like mildew.” Paige scoffs at that, shaking her head.

Azzi stares at her for a moment before continuing, “And I guess it’s pretty cool to be playing together again for the next few years.” She says it casually, but Paige knows her well enough to know when she’s bluffing. She decides to not push her in this moment, a rarity. They stare at each other for a long beat.

Strawberry ice cream begins to trail its way down Azzi’s pointer finger, almost making it to her wrist. With no napkins, Azzi breaks their staring contest to lick it clean with her tongue.

Paige watches the entire thing, unblinking. She swallows without realizing. “Yeah,” she says finally, “It is.”

[pedge-page]

Joel dealing with Preggo Wife # 7: House Pet

Can be read with others in series or standalone

Warnings: unprotected sex, slight Daddy kink, suggestive of oral M receiving, annoying reader and annoyed Joel

18 + ONLY

- - - -

You watch one depressing commercial of shivering dogs left emaciated in the cold begging for love and care, and all the water in your entire body comes flooding out in tears.

“J-j-j"—snUFFF—“JOeeeOEeeeoelllLLLL!!!" You wail, wiping your snot on his shirt sleeve while curled up against him. “THEY NWEEEDDD MWEEEEE!!!!”

“You wanna donate?”

N-d—nooo--“sniffle—“wanna -wa-wanna aa-ad-ad-opt—“

He chuckles like its some obvious joke, but when he sees the absolute shine in your giant eyes staring pleadingly at him, he puts his foot down as gently as possible: “Honey, we can’t have a dog right now. With you—being like this, and a baby on the way, I’ve got enough on my plate as is. Wanna make sure you and babygirl are well taken care of first, okay?”

There’s a tense silence hanging in the air as you seize a breath in your throat. 

And then you’re LOSING IT, whining and crying like a child into his face.

“Jesus,” he mumbles softly, gently stroking your hair, hushing little shhhhh into your forehead and rocking you in his arms like a baby in a cradle— a giant baby stuffed with another baby currently rattling the emotions of the big baby.

 He's given you a cup of water for bed and tucking you in, picking up the litany of tissues tossed around you, while you refuse to quit your puffy eye’d and endless barrage of tears. 

By the next morning, swollen lids yet calm, he thought he’d heard the last of it last night. And you were doing much better mood wise—no cries, though a little cold shoulder to him. He gives you a few hours till you’re over it and asking for ice cream like nothing happened. 

Until now, five days later where every minute is just a retort to his face about getting a dog.

When you best friend comes over to give you extra baby clothes:

"Aww your girl named her puppy Winston? That's so adorable! Joel, ya hear that??” You peak loudly so he can hear from the kitchen. “Too bad I don’t have a puppy named Winston.”

"When you have our daughter, she can get a puppy named Winston"

"Oh! Already picking her over me for getting a dog?"

He rolls his eyes, tuning out to focus on making you biscuits that are too salty so you’ll have something else to whine about.

-

During movie night:

“…If only I had a dog to help keep my feet warm on the couch.”

He shovels a fist full of popcorn into his tilted back, wide mouth. “‘At’s what a blanket’s for.” he yanks your favorite soft one over your toes and keeps his eyes on the TV.

-

To the neighbor that just fucking moved in two weeks ago:

"Joel doesn't kiss me enough. If I had a dog, I wouldn't complain as much since the pup would love me unconditionally."

He grits his teeth, excusing himself to the bathroom.

-

At Tommy’s place for a Sunday BBQ:

“Bought the wood second hand—I re constructed our living room myself,” he says braggingly, drawing a beer from the cooler.

"Yeah, Tommy, it’s real nice.” You charm, and you can already see Joel's fist clench at his side. “Would look even better with a dog in the window."

-

“Wish I had a fluffy dog to cuddle instead of your big ass."

-

"My husband spoils me so much. He usually gets me anything I want without asking! Unless it's a dog ..."

-

Joel finishing adding furniture to the baby room.

"You know what else this room could use?” 

"A dog bed, a dog blanket, a dog.”

-

"If you say-one more-god damn thing-about the dog..." he huffs.

"What dog? We don't even have a dog."

"We don't-need one. Got a cat in the house already."

He thrusts in again with a grunt, your trail of thought disappearing for a second just as Joel’s fat cock penetrates you.

 The two of you are lying sideways on the bed, his chest pressed flush against your back. With your leg just barely propped up with his masculine arm hooked under your knee, a hand splayed protectively over your big belly, he has enough room to slot his length into your achy sopping cunt, slowly fucking you with harsh little jolts. You grip the back of his neck, fingers clutched in his sweaty locks, feeling his hot breath dampening your collar. 

He lets out a pained hiss. “This lil pussy right here is all the animal I can handle now. Now quit it.”

His hips begin to crash lightly over your ass, rutting his tip deeper into you with muffled slaps. He loves the sight of your now largely grown thighs jiggling with each impact. Loves the feeling of your swollen breasts suffocating his other hand. Loves the knowledge of his wife so stuffed full of him for everyone to see. 

You moan lightly, clenching around him at the leisure, unhurried yet pent up pleasure coursing through you. But your mind wonders again. “If you don't want a rescue we can get a certain breed: How about a malnoise? Or something smaller like a corgi? Or aussie. Oh Pitties are so cute!"

He rolls his eyes, nose buried in your hair. How are you even able to have a coherent conversation right now while he's rearranging your guts? Rather than hushing you with another quit it, he decides to entertain you. "Jesus woman. Ain't pitties all mean?"

"Nooooo —mmm baby, right there—“ you whine, panting in sync as you lowly try to hump him back. “Protective, intimidating looking.” You smile, mouth agape and eyes closed when he hits that sweet spot deep inside.  “Just—like you, big ol sweethearts…Who give their wives exactly what they fucking want—like a dog."

“Christ.” The hand from under your leg glides over your wet clit, his rough digits rubbing fast circles while his other free arm  unfolds from under your throat to grip it lightly. His knees bend so he can rock just his hips with ferocious power, railing with the intent to fuck you so dumb, you can’t help but shut up. “One more peep and I'm switching us up and gonna fuck you like one.”

You really didn’t want to —resorting to this lounging position because your back hurt too much to be fucked doggy, and the baby weighed too heavily to ride him. Thank God his cock was fucking huge—it could reach deep into you at any position. No fucking wonder you got pregnant so easily. 

“no- no Daddy, I'll be good," you hum. "Unfff—mmm-yeah—yeah! Fuuuck—fuck me baby that’s it!” You shout. Joel’s hand works endlessly on your little nub, now at the mercy of his ministrations to get you off since you can’t reach yourself anymore. You grip your belly and cry, walls convulsing around his meat with a much needed orgasm. Joel follows suit not too long after, biting your shoulder as his hips still against your ass, pumping you full of his pearly cum.

The two of you stay in the same position, breathing heavily as you come down from your respective highs. 

His eyes close, breath slowing and getting deeper in relaxation as his fingers lightly dance over your swole bump.

You feel the gentle cooling breeze of the fan spinning above you. Sighing contently now filled with your husband’s love and caressed with his tender hands. 

 “…So I was thinking, when we get a dog..."

"WE ARE NOT GETTIN’ A DOG AND THAT’S FINAL."

-

Tommy comes over and can tell something is up between you two.  When Joel leaves the room, he asks "so what is it this week with Joel?"

"He won't get me--what do you mean THIS week??"

"Nothing nothing, he won't get you a what?"

"A dog. I want a dog. He doesn’t want a dog. So I don’t understand why he can’t compromise and get a dog.”

He laughs. “Honey, cuz that’s not a compromise. You know why he won't get you one, right?"

"Cuz he doesn't want to take care of me, a baby, and the dog at the same time"

"Nah. He's worried you'll only want the dog’s affection, and the baby gets the rest of your attention. Then you won’t have anything left for him.”

“…Oh!"

-

Later that night, Joel is still steaming from your earlier conversation after sex, having no regard for listening to another thing you had to say the rest of the day. You waddle into the bedroom, looking apologetic as possible with your hands held behind your back. He only looks up from the bed to see you: in his large T shirt with nothing else, freshly lavender scented from your bath, and big pleading child-like eyes full of sorrow. He purses his lips before returning to his book, glasses perched on his nose.

You approach Joel with an apology gift that you hid behind your back: a stuffed wolf.

He smiles gently unable to even pretend to hold his temper against you. you kiss the tip of his nose as he caresses your smoothed bump. “You're my favorite dog anyway,” you say warmly. “Needy. Grumpy. Likes food. Gives me kisses."

“Thought I didn’t give ya enough kisses? Least that’s what you told neighbor.”

“That was—a lie.” You bat your eyes cutely. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Mmmm,” is all he says, his eyes raking over your curves just barely covered now due to your size. “I don’t know, Daddy might need more apologies — ya did treat me real bad this week.”

You hum sadly, nuzzling yourself against his chest. your hand trails down his firm middle, all the way to the growing tent sticking up from his boxers.

“I can lick it better,” you whisper seductively in his ear, nipping at his pulse point.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

And after one of your famous deep throated blow job with Joel's balls happily emptied in your already full belly, he leans over to his side table and pulls the drawer open, holding something tight in his hand.

You just barely stop yourself from falling asleep with your head on his lap when he dangles a dog collar above your head. You sit up, inspecting it with grubbing hands: it has your home address etched on to the metal plate, but no name on it. 

“What you want me to be your dog? I’ll wear the collar but I’m not getting on my knees, nor crawling around and drinking from dog bowls  and shitting in the yard—“

“No angel,” he shushes you. Although the image of you wearing the collar, naked and heavily pregnant on your knees in front of him wasn’t a bad idea at all…he shakes his head from the delusion. ”Aint for you. Thought about it—but ONLY after have the baby and are settled, and ya know IF —and that’s a mighty big if—we find one that’s not too rough shape, got a good sense about ‘im, then MAYBE I’ll consider it.”

"Oh my god! Thank you! Thankyouthankyou--"

"I said IF sweetheart. Got along road ahead till then."

"I'll give you as many blow jobs as you want."

"You already do that for yourself."

"Yeah but... how about I sit on your face? Fully?"

His ears perk up. "Yeah?"

"After the baby is born," you quip, smirking with more confidence then your swollen body can muster trying to wiggle away from his grasp like a devious chubby oompa lumpa. He just laughs to himself as you slip down the bed, and the sudden urge to pee has you B-lining to the bathroom.

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Boothill x SingleParent!Reader: Lassos and Lullabies Chpt. 6

Me? Updating a fic twice within the same week? It just might be a sign of the end times lololol.

This chapter isn't super long, but I still really enjoyed writing it, and I hope y'all enjoy reading it! Please let me know what you think in the comments!

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Finally, finally, after weeks of tracking this big-wig IPC scumbag he finally had him right where he wanted him. Cornered, staring down the barrel of his gun. Boothill took a few slow, menacing steps towards him, cocking his pistol with a threatening click for effect. “Well, well, well, lookee what we have here. An’ here I thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

The IPC exec’s back hit the wall, and he fell down onto the floor, scrambling backwards. “C-c-can’t we talk this out like civilized folks? I-if it’s money you want, you can have it! J-just please let me live!”

He clicked his tongue. “No can do, pardner. See, ‘mercy’ went off the table the second you sons of nice ladies decided to destroy my planet.” The man trembled violently in fear as the barrel of Boothill’s gun pressed up against his forehead. “Now, any last words ‘fore I blow yer brains out, muddle-fudger?”

“I-I—”

The sound of a familiar ringtone stopped him in his tracks, the cheery tune of some pop song playing from within Boothill’s pocket. His grip tightened on his gun. “Don’t move.” He fished his phone out of his pocket and checked the caller. Hot Momma. His nonexistent heart skipped. “I gotta take this.”

“But you—“

“Shut yer trap, I said I gotta take a call!” The exec shut right up as the barrel of his gun pressed further into his forehead. He swiped on the ‘accept’ button and brought the phone to his ear with his free hand. His voice was almost sickeningly sweet as he greeted her. “Hey sugar, whatcha need?”

Y/N’s soft voice came from the other side of the line, slightly distorted from the shitty reception. “Hi Boothill, is this a bad time?”

“Nah, never a bad time for you, doll.” He readjusted his grip on his gun and mouthed ‘not a word’ to the IPC exec.

“Good, good. Do you happen to know anything about animals?”

“Depends, what kinds ‘a things?” He knew his fair share about cattle and horses from his ranching days, but that was about it.

“Y’see, Lottie found this injured cat out in the parking lot, and I was wondering if you might know anything to help me nurse it back to health. I think it’s got a broken leg.”

He thought for a moment. He was always more of a dog person, but he remembered helping patch up the barn cats once or twice after a scuffle. “Sure, I’ll see what I can do. Just gotta finish takin’ out the trash then I’ll be right over.”

She let out a relieved sigh. “Thanks, Boothill, you’re the best.”

“Aw shucks, it’s nothin’. See ya soon, sugar.” He hung up and stuck his phone back in his pocket. His demeanor did a complete one-eighty as his eyes locked back onto his target. “Now, where were we?”

Amid his chattering teeth, the exec managed to stammer out with a mixture of confusion and fear, “…Y-you have a girlfriend?”

BANG!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Thank you so much for coming by on such short notice,” Y/N said as she ushered him into the apartment.

“S’no problem, don’t worry ‘bout it.” He waved away her thanks. “Now, where’s the little critter?”

She closed the door behind them, her brows pinched together in concern. “She’s in Lottie’s room. She’s not wanted to take her eyes off her, she’s real worried about the poor thing. I told her she probably just wants to rest, but she won’t hear it.” She sighed.

That melted his mechanical heart. “She’s a good kid. Lemme take a look an’ see what I can do. But don’t get yer hopes up, I’m no vet or nothin’.”

Y/N brought him to Charlotte’s room, where she sat on the bed looking into a large box. A quick peek into the box revealed a sleeping tabby cat. A closer look showed him that one of the cat’s hind legs was bent at an odd angle. Charlotte looked up at him with watery eyes. “Kitty gonna be okay?”

That look on her face tugged at his heart strings. He took another look at the cat, examining its injured leg closer, even as it woke up and growled in protest. He let out a low whistle. “Yup, it’s gotta broken leg alright. Doesn’t look too bad though, could be a lot worse. I can splint it, but you might wanna get her to a vet.” He turned towards Charlotte with a comforting smile. “Yeah, the kitty’s gonna be okay. Just gotta make sure we get her taken care of.”

Y/N let out a relieved sigh. “Oh thank goodness. Thank you so much. Do you think there’s anything else we could do to help in the meantime?”

“Hmm…” He thought for a moment, trying to remember any tricks from his ranching days. “Well, ya probably wanna give her a bath, make sure she doesn’t have any fleas or nothin’.”

“Bathtime!” Charlotte jumped off the bed, bouncing in excitement.

Y/N laughed. “Ah, so bathtime is fun unless it’s yours, huh? I see how it is.”

Charlotte giggled, the sound almost a little impish. It made Boothill smile. “I’d be willin’ to help out once I’ve got her all patched up, it can be hard tryna get a cat to take a bath.”

“That’d be appreciated,” Y/N said, looking up at him gratefully. “Can’t say I’ve bathed many cats in my life.”

He tipped his hat at her. “Not a problem, doll.”

The cat fought him a bit as he hooked her leg up into a sling, as expected, but she quickly realized that biting and scratching metal did more harm to her than to him. After checking to make sure their dish soap was safe for animals, the three of them huddled around the sink to give the cat a bath. Charlotte stood on a step stool to look into the sink, bouncing on the balls of her feet excitedly. She chanted in a little singsong voice, “Bathtime, bathtime, bathtime!” over and over again.

The cat hissed and snarled as Boothill carefully but firmly held her down so Y/N could rub soap into her fur. It took quite a bit of wrangling, but eventually they managed to get her cleaned up. But right as Boothill passed her off to Y/N to be dried off, she swiped at her, causing Y/N to cry out and recoil in pain.

Boothill immediately set the cat down and rushed to her side. Y/N hissed, clutching her bleeding hand to her chest. “Damn, she got me good.”

“Let me see,” he said, stern but not unkind. His circuits thrummed with adrenaline, his synthetic blood roaring in his ears. Why was he so on edge? It was just a scratch, he didn’t need to be as worried as he was.

But he was worried. Fuck, his hands nearly shook as he gently cradled her injured one to examine the scratch. The cat had dragged a nasty red line right down the center of her palm, fresh beads of bright red blood pooling in the creases of her hand. His ears rang as he stared at the blood dripping down her wrist, down, down, down, until the droplets hit the floor.

“Boothill? Hey, everything alright?”

Y/N’s voice snapped him out of his momentary trance. He hated the way he stuttered as he said, “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Let’s get ya cleaned up, make sure it don’t get infected.”

“Mama! You okay?!” Charlotte stood up on her tip toes and looked up at her mother, hugging her leg.

Y/N smiled down at her reassuringly. “Mama’s just fine, baby. The kitty just got scared and scratched me, is all, nothing to worry about.”

Boothill swallowed down the lump that had formed in his throat and guided Y/N back to the sink to run some clean water over the wound. She clenched her jaw a little as the cold water met her stinging skin. He gave her a sympathetic look. “I know, sugar, I know it ain’t pleasant. Trust me, I’ve taken care of all sorts of cuts and bruises in my day. I’ll take care of ya.”

He sat her down at the kitchen table with some bandages and a tube of antibiotic ointment. As he started dressing the cut with a cotton swab doused in the ointment, he shook his head and lightly chastised, “You gotta be more careful when handling an animal, darlin’, ‘specially one’s that’re injured. Ya never know how they’re gonna react, could end up being dangerous.”

Y/N hissed quietly through her teeth, cringing a little from the stinging sensation as he finished dressing the cut. Despite her discomfort, she grinned. “Right now with that ointment, I’m feeling like you’re the dangerous one. That stuff smarts.”

Boothill grew uncharacteristically quiet as he finished wrapping up her hand. Dangerous. Yeah. It was a quality of his he usually took pride in, all the better to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. But right now, sitting in Y/N and Charlotte’s small apartment, it felt… damning, almost, to be referred to as that. At the very least, it was an important reminder for him. He was dangerous, one of the most wanted men in the galaxy. He ought not forget that, lest… lest someone else he cares about gets hurt.

He stared down at Y/N’s bandaged hand, still cradling it in his larger, metal one. “…Maybe you should be scared of me, then,” he said softly.

She looked up at him for a moment, confused. Then, it was as if a light turned on behind her eyes. She slowly flipped her injured hand over and wrapped her fingers around his, squeezing ever-so gently. She gave him a small smile. “Maybe. But I’m not.”

His eyes snapped up to meet hers. Her gaze conveyed a genuine ease, but most of all, trust. She’d said it so easily, so nonchalantly, like it was just a given, like it didn’t mean anything at all. But it did mean something, at least to him it did. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had trusted him, not really. To be fair, he wasn’t exactly the kind of person who deserved it.

His eyes darted away from hers. For some reason, all that sincerity made his stomach turn. He let out a low chuckle and shook his head in disbelief. “Well, then you might just be even crazier than I am.”

Once Y/N’s hand was all taken care of, they went to go check on the cat. Charlotte quickly located it, tucked away in the far corner of the kitchen behind the fridge. The second it spotted them, its back arched and its still-wet fur puffed up, hissing and growling like no tomorrow. Boothill whistled lowly. “Well ain’t she madder than a wet hen? Might be best to leave her be for now.”

Even with the thing all coiled up like a rattlesnake, Charlotte looked at it with stars in her eyes. She tugged on Y/N’s skirt, looking up at her pleadingly. “Mama, can we keep kitty? Pretty please?”

Uncertainty crossed over Y/N’s face. She glanced over at Boothill, who just shrugged as if to say, ‘Your call.’ After a moment of hesitation, she sighed. “Oh alright, why not? I’ve always been a cat person anyways.”

Charlotte squealed with delight and squeezed her mother’s leg in a tight hug. “Yay!!! Thank you Mama!”

Y/N chuckled, looking down at her fondly as she ruffled her hair. “You’re welcome, baby. Do you know what you wanna name her?”

“Buttercup!” Charlotte chirped out immediately. Boothill wouldn’t be surprised if she’d been thinking about it since the second she discovered their snarling little friend.

He huffed out a laugh and shook his head. “Buttercup, huh? Real sweet name for a thing that looks like it wants to bite all our heads off. You sure it ain’t feral?”

Y/N playfully elbowed him in the side. “Oh stop it, I think it’s cute. That’s a great name, sweetheart, Buttercup it is. How about later we go to the pet store and buy little miss Buttercup some treats and toys to welcome her to the family? Does that sound fun?”

Charlotte beamed up at her, nodding her head and bouncing on her toes excitedly.

The way Boothill ended his day was so vastly different from the way he started it that it was almost comical. From sneaking onboard an IPC ship and executing a top exec, to lounging on the couch with a little girl tucked into his side and a cat curled up in his lap. Oh, and not to mention the beautiful woman sitting right beside him, looking as content as could be as she watched her daughter snuggle up to him. It was almost like…

No, he dared not even think it. That was a dangerous thought for someone like him. But even so, that didn’t mean he couldn’t let himself enjoy this rare moment of peace in his chaotic life. It didn’t need to go any deeper than that. And for now, that was enough.

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Xeno NSFW Alphabet

Fandom: Dr Stone

Character(s): Xeno Wingfield

Warnings: None

Notes: Weeee I'm finally free from requests!! This was the last thing on my to-do list! There's a couple stragglers I may or may not try and do later if I'm in the right mood but as far as I'm concerned right now I'm caught up. I'll reopen requests when I post next, tho I'm not sure what it'll be yet. We'll see! I'm back into BSD so probably something to do with that show.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He'll pat you on the back and give you a kiss, tell you you did good with a little smirk on his face, leaves for just a few minutes to clean up, and hold you until he falls asleep. (He sometimes forgets the cleanup step of the process, something he usually regrets in the morning when he wakes up all sticky and clammy.)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn't think much about his own physical appearance, but he quite likes his fingers. They're useful for many things, from fine tuning equipment to making you moan for him.

On your side, he likes your eyes, your face in general really. He thinks you're absolutely beautiful, and loves seeing your facial expressions as he fucks you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn't want too much of a mess, so he prefers to keep things contained when he comes, if you catch my drift. Condoms are ideal, if they're available, but if not.. I hope you don't mind swallowing.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's thought up ideas to spice up your love life on occasion, but they just never came to fruition. He has blueprints drawn up for sex toys somewhere, but they're forced to sit in a drawer, unspoken of, because it would probably be a waste of resources at this point.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He honestly doesn't have that much experience. He's had a couple of flings in his adult life, but never bothered with a long term relationship before you, he was always just too busy. While he knows, generally, how to make another person feel good, you might need to teach him some of the finer points of a relationship.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes having you in his lap- it makes him feel 'in charge', while still giving you control of the pace and giving him a nice view.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He doesn't think humor has any place in the bedroom. If there's an awkward or funny moment, it'll probably kill the mood for him and he'll need a few minutes to get back into it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He shaves. Pubic hair isn't exactly elegant in his eyes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He tends to come across as pretty cold and distant while in the act, like he's focused solely on his own pleasure- which he mostly is, honestly. He'll make sure you're satisfied in the end, but his primary focus is on making sure he gets off.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He usually jacks off maybe once or twice a week, slightly less often when he's in a committed relationship. He doesn't approach you every single time he's a little horny (it just isn't always practical), so he knows very well how to get himself off, and doesn't mind taking his time with it when he has the spare time to do so.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Xeno isn't the most kinky, but he does enjoy some light dom/sub action- he's the dominant one, of course. It doesn't typically get too intense, but he finds a bit of restraint and maybe the occasional spanking very hot.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He mostly prefers to stay at home, where it's comfortable and safe, but he has a mild interest in semi-public sex. Some place that someone might just walk in on.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He's not hard to get going. Put on some sexy lingerie and act submissive. Offer him a little massage after a hard day's work. Anything like that.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While he's okay with some light pain, he won't do anything too intense, and isn't interested in anything he'd consider gross- so, no bodily fluids. He also just won't do anything he's already tried and didn't get much out of, even if he didn't mind it too much. He's here to get off, not indulge you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He strongly prefers receiving, though he's certainly not bad at giving. He'll give you oral if you didn't come during sex, but he makes sure he's satisfied first.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He lets you control the pace a lot of the time, but when he is in control, he tends to keep it on the slower, but still a bit rough side- "sensual" definitely isn't the right word, he still puts some power behind his thrusts even if he's moving slowly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't mind a quickie sometimes, but it's not his favorite. He likes being able to take his time, and if there's not enough time for that he'll probably just jack off instead of seeking you out, unless you're already right there and also in the mood.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, and yes. He'll try new things out at least once if you bring it up- being a bit vanilla, he probably won't bring it up himself, though, and if he doesn't like it the first time, probably won't indulge you again.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His stamina isn't incredible, but it isn't terrible. He lasts long enough for you to have a good time, although he can only go for one round before hed need a long break and maybe a nap to recover.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He is a fan of toys. He had a few for himself before the petrification, and he would love to introduce some to your relationship now, post-petrification- if he could get away with making some, of course.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Let's just say he loves to see you squirm. When he's in a really dominant mood, it can almost reach a point of sadism, going a little too slow, not letting you reach your peak, until you just can't stand it anymore and maybe a little longer after that.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Pretty quiet, but he lets out little noises sometimes. Soft groans, sharp breaths, maybe a few words.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Although he's pretty dominant, he also likes to bottom. He's a power bottom, he likes to still be in control- but the important part is he'd enjoy being fucked up the ass, if you've got the equipment for it or are willing to peg him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It's decently long, and somewhat thin, with a bit of a curve. If a penis can be truly described as elegant, his definitely is.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not low, not high, right down the middle, really. On his own, he'll probably want sex maybe once a week, but if you want it more he'll rarely turn you down.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You might not expect it, but he tends to fall asleep pretty quickly after sex, even if just for an hour or two. It's pretty much the easiest way to get him to sleep- he otherwise stays up and doesn't get much rest.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Bubble Bath - Joker X GN Reader

Title: Bubble Bath

Joker X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's Boss (Mentioned), and Batman (Mentioned)

WC: 1,650

Warnings: Non-sexual nudity is briefly mentioned, Heath Ledger Joker, italics, nicknames, a bit suggestive, banter, teasing, Joker, kind of domestic, mentions of violence, DC canon violence mentioned, scars, mini angst?, and fluff

You sighed deeply as you pushed your front door shut behind you. You slumped against it, pressing the back of your head against the wood as you shut your eyes briefly. You were tired because you worked an extra two hours this week. You were tired because your boss was delaying your bonus until next month. And you were tried because of all the extra paperwork you had been forced to do. To make a long story short, it had been a long day at work - a long week, rather - and all you wanted to do was settle into a nice hot bubble bath and go to bed. 

Toeing off your shoes, you kicked them to the side before opening your tired eyes and shrugging off your work blazer. You tossed that on the back of your couch, not really caring at the very moment as you discarded your shirt in the hall, and your work pants at the bathroom door. Again, you would deal with that all later. That was going to be future you's problem. 

As the tub began to fill with steaming water, you poured a generous amount of some bubble-making soup you were gifted for your birthday, watching as the foamy bubbles began to appear; as well as the scent of lavender and eucalyptus. As you let the bathtub fill up, you went through your nightly routine, before you ran your fingers through your hair, letting your nails scratch at your scalp. 

Soon enough, you discarded the rest of your clothing before carefully, and slowly, stepping into the bath. You poked a toe in, hissing slightly as you slipped in all the way. The hot water burned, but it wasn't too hot. It was just the right temperature. Your own personal hot tub. You sighed deeply once more, shutting your eyes as you leaned back, keeping your arms and hands on the edge of the tub so they would stay dry. 

You began to hum, a soft little tune, of a song that was stuck in your head. The water sloshed and rippled now and then as you lifted your leg or shifted your position. It was almost therapeutic. Your shoulders, which were once so tense, released their tension as you sighed once more. If only you had planned to set up some candles and turn off the lights, maybe even have a small glass of wine, then this would've been perfect. It really took all you had to not fall asleep that very moment. But, you didn't want to end up all pruney. 

Your mind hardly processed the front door opening until you heard it slam shut. 

Yep, J was home. 

You sighed, your smile widening at the fact that your Clown Prince of Crime was home. It had been a couple of days since he left to do whatever he did out in Gotham. You would've known, but you didn't like watching the news. However, that didn't stop your worrying. J hated it when you worried over him. 

When Joker opened the front door, tossing his key on the small table beside it, his dark eyes immediately fell upon your shoes, tossed haphazardly. As he slammed the door shut, his eyes drifted, seeing your blazer on the end of the couch. A slow, almost devious, grin appeared on his face as he followed the trail of discarded clothing. With each couple of steps, he spotted another piece. A shirt here, a sock there, it's twin not far from it. At the closed bathroom door, J pushed your pants out of his way before just opening the door. 

Upon seeing you, in the bath, head tilted back and eyes shut, his grin only grew. "Well," He began, gaining your attention as he entered and shut the door behind him, turning up his nose briefly at the almost overwhelming scent of lavender and eucalyptus. "It looks like ya missed me." He said, taking a few steps towards you, moving to shut the toilet's lid before sitting down. 

You gently grazed against some bubbles beside you, a somewhat lazy, playful look on your face, "I have missed you, it's been three days." You moved slightly in the tub, "But I am trying to relax, J."

His grin grew wolfish, "I could… Uh, help ya relax, doll."

You shook your head, giving him a look, before settling back against the tub and shutting your eyes, "I'm ignoring you now unless you want to relax in here with me, if not, I believe I have last night's leftovers in the fridge that you can microwave." You offered, before hearing J huff in annoyance, but you didn't hear him leave. You heard shuffling, a quiet grunt, before you peeked open one eye, seeing that J had moved to sit on the floor beside the tub. You hummed, shutting your eyes as you let your fingers skim over the water, cutting through the bubbles. "What did you do for the past couple of days?" 

You couldn't see it, but J turned his head to look at you, his eyes narrowing slightly, "I thought ya were, uh, ignor-ing me, sweets? Change your mind?"

"Mhmm," You hummed, nodding, and opening your tired eyes, "I'm not very good at ignoring people, especially you. And you know how much I love the sound of your voice." J chose to ignore the compliment as you shifted, moving closer to the edge of the tub, careful not to spill any water. Tilting your head, you leaned your cheek on your hand, your elbow propping you up slightly as you gazed at him. "So, what have you been up to?"

"Oh, ya’know..." He mused, faux annoyed, "I went here and there, did a few things, caused a bit of cha-os, and blew up a couple of things. Just to mess with the Bat-man."

You hummed again, "Sounds thrilling," You reached out with a hand, thankfully dry, as you tucked a few strands of his hair behind his ear, "I'm glad you're okay." He turned his head to look away, deep down, he still was in disbelief that someone like you - perfect you - somehow cared about him. "Here," You caught his attention, his dark eyes finding yours once more as you gestured to the bathroom cupboard. "Grab me a rag, baby?"

J muttered to himself, so low you couldn't quite tell what he was saying as he leaned over and opened the cupboard, grabbing what you needed and handing it back to you. He watched as you dunked the rag into the water before you reached for your face wash. You poured it on the rag, rubbing the soap together to get a few suds before you turned back to him. This had become routine on most nights. You would wash away his grease paint, with soft, steady strokes and rubs, you would remove the red, white, and black. 

He didn’t say much when your hand cupped his cheek, the edge of his jawline pressing into your palm. His eyes fluttered shut as you began to wipe away the white grease paint, starting on his forehead. Your movements were slow and gentle as you pressed and rubbed, being careful not to press too hard.

The room was silent, save for the faint sound of your breaths mingling in the stillness. Each swipe of the cloth felt like peeling back a layer of him. The Joker. Your Joker. Your J. The mask he wore for the world. And there, beneath the streaks of white and smudged red, was the man who trusted you enough to let you see him like this.

As the last traces of paint disappeared from his skin, you set the rag down gently on the edge of the tub, its fabric stained with the colors of his mask. Your hand moved with a tender certainty, cupping his cheeks, your thumb brushing lightly along his bare scars. For a moment, you simply admired him - the dark circles underneath his eyes from lack of sleep from long nights of planning, the way his eyebrows were shaped, the little scar on his bottom lip, and just... Everything. 

"You are so beautiful, Jackie." You whispered, feeling a swell in your chest as his eyes fluttered open.

J huffed, rolling his eyes - that seemed brighter without the black around them - he turned his head, his mouth brushing against your palm. smiling sweetly, you leaned forward, pressing multiple kisses along the side of his face; cheek, temple, side of his nose, anything you could reach, your lips found. As you leaned back, J moved at the speed of light, his gloved hand coming up to grab the back of your neck to pull you back towards him. His lips crashed onto yours, kissing you fiercely, possessively, making you melt. His lips were soft, plump, and warm as he let out a growl, trying to get closer but the tub was in the way. You felt as if you were floating, so swept up in the kiss that after a couple of moments, when he pulled away, leaving your own lips tingling, you couldn't think for a moment. J smirked, proud of himself, smug even, that he was able to make you speechless. 

You blinked, a dopey smile gracing your face as you ran your hand through his unruly hair, bringing him down to meet you for a chaste kiss. "Awe, I missed you too!" You teased, giggling softly as he rolled his eyes again, getting up and leaving the room altogether. You bit your lip, continuing to laugh, "Awe, come on, J baby, you know you love me!"

"I'm ignor-ing ya!" He yelled back from somewhere in your apartment, making you roll your own eyes. 

Rolling your eyes, you sink further into the warm water, knowing full well he was just as bad at ignoring you as you were at ignoring him.

~~~

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Taken from u/Visual_Industry_ on Reddit

First, know that *they* are silencing news about protests. We are not laying down. You can find community, resources, and protest events against Donald J Trump, Elon Musk, and their administration on the 50501 subreddit.

Next, if you are, for any reason, unable to make a demonstration, please call your representatives. Call your senators, congresspeople, and anyone in the White House. Contact your governor's office as well. Use this resource sheet for more information.

Finally, send the following letter template aand share the above links around at the very least. I copied and edited this one from u/Die_of_beaties. Hell, you can copy/paste this entire blog onto yours. Get word out. Do demonstration, call, and even email if you can.

But share links and send emails at the very least. Here is the template. Change and edit information as needed.

Congressman/Congresswoman/Senator/Governor _______,

I write to you as a citizen of your district/state/precinct.

I and my community have grave concerns that President Donald J. Trump's excessive abuse of power within only two weeks holding this prestigious office demonstrates nothing less than an overwhelming and blatant disregard for our Government, our Democracy, and the democratic process. It is a budding display of despotism with a tyrant's actions and words, not an American president's. He and his administration, including 'special government employee' Elon Musk, show zero honor for the Constitution upon which this great country was built.

Yet, we are to trust that he and his administration will faithfully uphold the Constitution? I'd like to outline a few specific instances of particular concern:

1. The memo freezing federal grants and loans:

He overreached and abused his power via this unconstitutional act. Federal spending power belongs to Congress, not the president.

2. Birthright citizenship removal:

This attempt violates both The Bill of Rights and The Constitution, two documents upon which this nation was founded, built, and grown. This attempt shows that he disrespcts each and that he cares nothing about his presidential duty to uphold and defend these documents, what they stand for, and who they protect. He, therefore, shows no regard for the United States of America. And I fear this disrespect and disregard can and will go further.

3. Emoluments Clause violations:

He launched a crypto currency which directly violates the Emoluments Clause. This president Donald J. Trump (and potentially his family or beneficiaries) profit directly from his position and crypto currency to the tune of a few billion (at least). I, personally, have no issues with crypto in itself. I do take issue with an already proven shady public figure profiting via difficult-to-track means by which he could easily send and receive funds or bribes from potentially dangerous foreign entities. He also stated he would do so to varying degrees during his campaign. These actions require a thorough and unbiased investigation from those who are not tied to or purchased by him.

4. Public comments about "rigging" or "stealing the election":

He and his associate Elon Musk publicly made comments suggesting that they may rig the election against the voters leading up to Election Tuesday on November 5th 2024. This point should have already been acted upon via a federal investigation of all parties involved, Elon Musk in particular. The time-sensitive data of voting records demanded and continues demanding such urgent attention.

5. Repeated discussion surrounding the use of political violence:

Donald J. Trump and some of his associates repeatedly spoke of using political violence and/or blood shed so that he may forgo American political procedures and have his way once he got in office for this particular term. He used such verbiage against former NIAID director Anthony Fauci, former national security adviser John Bolton, former Secretary of State Mike Pompeo, and Pompeo's top aide Brian Hook. These individuals received death threats against their persons and families once President Donald J Trump stripped them of their security and protections. Donald J Trump also threatened them about social media posts (specifically in the same manner and to the same audience as the January 6th insurrection, including the violent criminals he personally pardoned in said insurection). If another president or government official made similar statements, let alone carried them out, they would certainly face almost immediate criminal charges reaching levels akin or equal to domestic terrorism. President Donald J Trump should not be exempt from such swift action either.

6. Threats against long-standing American allies:

Donald J Trump also threatened long-standing allies, like Mexico, Canada, and Denmark, with either conquest or seizure of land via military action. Our allies did not provoke these statements. He is currently transforming our peaceful borders into hostile territory and beloved allies into potential enemies. I can only think that he does this purely for bombast and ego. No logical human being of sound mind who cares about other citizens would act in such a way.

7. Undermining the First Amendment on The Bill of Rights:

Donald J Trump took bribes from, sued, and threatened with violence opposing journalists, news organizations, social media platforms, and average individuals for speaking up about or reporting on things that don't shine him in a flattering light, including all of the above. He proves time and time he doesn't care to uphold nor honor the Bill of Rights.

Not one of the listed actions come from a true American president but a rising Dictator and Tyrant. Congress has explicitly defined three forms of misconduct as grounds for impeachment;

• “Improperly exceeding or abusing the powers of the office” (First, Second, and Seventh instance above)

• “Behavior incompatible with the function and purpose of the office” (Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth instance above)

• “Misusing the office for an improper purpose or for personal gain.” (Third instance above)

In the instances listed, Donald J Trump explicitly violated each and every one of these definitions.

We hold you and your cohorts as our elected representatives to stand in defense of our democracy, our government, and the United States of America. Push for the proper investigations, trials, and impeachment of Donald J Trump and his party. The inaction we have seen over the last 4 years regarding this man has been unacceptable. Unprecedented happenings require unprecedented and urgent actions before it is too late.

Respectfully,

_______

[waywardmillennial]

PH 7x06 Reaction

yes, this episode aired on Watcher TV weeks ago but my life got complicated soon after that, then I was in limbo about do I post or not? so I decided to wait until it aired on yt for everyone

WARNING: spoilers for the finale and the whole season under the cut!!

THAT FINALE THOUGH!! What an incredible season!

The reveal that Sprat was behind not only Shane's murder but also Dorothy Ruth's?! T_T

Ryan and the Professor being sent to Purgatory!! OMG!!

shout out to those captions - truly a masterpiece

So who is going to tune in next season for Puppet Mathematics! /j

part of me wonders if Dr. Sprat is wearing a hat to appeal to viewers, after all the discussions we've had around the updated Professor not wearing his hat

I would like it on record I pretty much nailed it with Sprat being Pythagoras, but didn't feel like we had concrete clues to really think it was going to happen and not be a red herring

I was so close on some of the theories and directions I was looking into! I feel a little like Dr. Sprat being Pythagoras was obvious but also not? The only time he's referred to as Hoagy in the 7x02 I thought it was spelled "Hoagie" so didn't put the anagram together

Only found this spelling on a rewatch. Turn on those captions y'all!

At least one other Watcherina found it!

I was close though, mentioning the triangle glasses and trying to find a name anagram, but I digress

There was a lot of Lore in that dumpster with the rat, including the hat from episode 6x02 (Wu Zetian) and the foam finger from episode 6x03 (Nika riots). And of course the genie lamp! Sprat may be a genius but he threw away a genie lamp? Lame!

and of course seeing the generator that the Substitute used is so exciting!!

Seeing the Substitute again would be so cool. And it's such a big tease, it's practically guaranteed now!

So what happens next? I've been asking myself that for weeks and I don't know

Open Questions -We never got confirmation on who was leaving messages on Ryan's board in 7x02 and 7x04 and I'm not sure we ever will

-Also, Shane shared this sketch on March 1st on Instagram (which has since been deleted/archived...hmmm) that shows the Triangle from 7x01 in front several other previous puppets, making some of us think we'd revisit Purgatory this season, but we didn't

-Sprat seems like he'd be a main character next season, which has me wondering how they'd make that work with Sam Reich doing the voice work? Maybe they'd defeat him in an early episode and then carry on as normal

-I'm kinda hoping for a 2025 Christmas-ish episode that wraps up a lot of the s7 Lore (like the Wondrium Arena episode) that's not a regular trivia quiz show and that'll get us a little closer to our normal setup 🤞

-We also got this lore drop in 7x06 about the Professor being an eternal being and someone on yt did the math for it

I have my fingers crossed that this means that HISTORY will never die and that we'll soon see the Professor, Ryan, the dino parents, and past puppets rescued from Purgatory!

💙💙💙

Major kudos to Shane and Garrett's writing, Charlie's editing, and Adam's cinematography!! Season seven was so much fun and very high quality!

hahaha remember when the trailer aired and we were all wondering about Liza Minnelli and nothing else? simpler times