#video chatting friends at least tomorrow

[lordsardine]

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[freckliedan]

if anyone is worried abt me bc i am not posting: i am in fact doing very bad but i am very good at handling it at this point & i'm going to be okay eventually

[blushweddinggowns]

Now with Part 2!

Steve didn’t have the best track-record when it came to relationships. It’s not that he had a problem getting into them, he just had an issue staying in them. Or more accurately, getting someone to want to stay with him.

Nancy was the worst example of that by far, but even before her, there was a trend in Steve’s life. People broke up with him, not the other way around. And he knew why. Steve wasn’t stupid, or at least, not as stupid as people thought he was. He knew he was clingy, he knew he fell in love too fast, got intense too fast, he was painfully aware of the fact.

And he wasn’t going to go through it again. Robin had been the last straw, in both a good and a bad way. The romance aspect was obviously shot to shit immediately, but at the same time, she was the one person in his life, who wasn’t a literal child, that didn’t think he was too much. She was the one person who loved him back unconditionally, all of his clinginess and care one hundred percent accepted.

And Steve would take it. He got lucky enough to get someone to want to be in his life while knowing the real him, why push? A platonic soulmate was probably more than he deserved anyway. So Steve accepted the fact that this was it. Maybe down the line, he’d do what his parents did, get married for convenience instead of love. Have kids, the whole normal life shebang. But for now, he was happy to keep all that crap away from him.

But then came Eddie Munson.

Stupid, reckless, annoying, adorable Eddie Munson. Eddie Munson who almost died protecting Steve’s favorite child, Eddie Munson who had the prettiest eyes in the state of Indiana, Eddie Munson who ended up being the sweetest, funniest person Steve had ever met. Eddie Munson, who latched onto Steve with lightning fast speed, and made him feel like his life had fucking color again.

They became fast friends, half because experiencing hell together was a really great bonding experience, and half because Dustin refused to hang out with them separately now that their weird jealous feud was over. The little shit was obviously trying to play as a friend matchmaker, and it worked to Dustin’s delight.

Despite all their differences, Steve and Eddie just clicked. On the surface, they couldn’t be more different, but underneath it all, they were eerily similar. Both had shitty parents who hated them, both were fucking terrible at academics and would side-eye each other when one of their genius friends went on a smart person rant. They were both snarky shitheads who could make the other laugh like no tomorrow. They both wanted out of this shitty town, but were too afraid to leave their friends behind. And they just…liked each other. A lot.

Steve could, and had, spent hours talking to him on the phone, about anything and nothing. And as embarrassing as it was, falling asleep on there together was not a rare thing for either of them. Soon enough, they were almost attached at the hip. Even at work they couldn’t stay away from each other, either Eddie was loitering on the Family Video floor chatting up Steve, or Steve was impatiently waiting in Eddie’s passenger seat as he did a drug deal. And it was all so fun, just being with him. Steve kind of felt like he was on top of the world. 

But then it happened. He didn’t know how it happened, but it happened.

One second, they were on their way to the movie theater, arguing about what they were going to see, and the next Steve realized it. He stared at Eddie, still in the middle of his rant on how The Fly was going to be so much more memorable than Stand by Me.

An uncomfortably familiar feeling was building up inside him. Familiar but different, more intense than anything he could remember. But he still knew what it was. It was that horrible, fluttery feeling he had with Nancy, but worse. Because with Nancy, Steve had been trying, he had worked to impress her, had opened himself up on purpose to get his heart broken.

But with Eddie? It felt like he was taking a piece of Steve without permission. He hadn’t even thought about it when he opened up to him, he just did it. He never pretended with him, he was just his bitchy, overly attached self, and Eddie had never had a problem, if anything he encouraged it.

In hindsight, Steve had never had a chance.

He was in love with him. He was in love with him and he wanted to puke. He had Eddie take him straight home after that, with a half truth about feeling like shit. And then he had to wave him off from trying to take care of him, the ass. Like making Steve fall in love with him wasn’t enough, he had to genuinely care about him too? It just made him feel worse.

He had called Robin immediately, because what else could he do? He told her the whole shitty story, and like the angel she was, she talked him through it, sexuality crisis included. She made the argument that if he could fight demons with his bare hands, than he could more than handle being gay for one dude. Which...maybe wasn’t the most sound reasoning, but it worked.

They developed a system, Steve could whine and cry to Robin about his hopeless infatuation, and hang out with Eddie like nothing was wrong. And when Eddie eventually moved on with a girlfriend, Steve would just lock himself in his room for two weeks and cry like a loser until he got over it. It was a good plan, and he felt like he had everything under control.

Until he didn’t.

It was another Friday night, and Steve was always over at Eddie’s on Fridays. And Saturdays. And Sundays. And occasionally on Wednesday and Thursday. Almost always on Mondays and Tuesdays.

Okay, so he borderline just lived there when he wasn’t working, but so what? Eddie always seemed happy to see him, and Wayne didn’t mind. He was reading a comic on Eddie’s bed, while Eddie was fiddling with his guitar, staring into space.

“Hey Steve?”

“Hm?”

Eddie was quiet for a second, pausing before asking, “Why don’t you date girls anymore?”

Steve was only half-listening, still engrossed in what he was reading, “Don’t really have the time.”

“But you do have the time. Like…now is the time. You can tell me if I’m the one getting in the way of that.”

Steve shrugged, flipping the page, “You’re never in the way. I just like spending time with you more than random girls, y’know?”

He could hear Eddie put down his guitar to join Steve on the bed, his voice a little shaky, “Steve, if I ask you something that’s, uh, kinda out there, will you promise you won’t be mad?”

Steve rolled his eyes, impatient as he re-read the same part over again, "If it’s quick, I’m getting to the good part here dude.”

Eddie took a deep breath, voice soft as he asked, "Are you in love with me?”

Steve could feel his heart stop in his chest, and for a brief second, he couldn’t help but wonder if this is what a heart attack felt like. His head shot up, comic forgotten, eyes wide as he stared at Eddie’s questioning face. His mind was racing too fast to form a coherent thought. How did he figure it out? Was Steve that obvious? Was…was he mad? Would he be mad? Would he hate him? Call him a queer and kick him out of the trailer? By the time he thought of the simple answer to just deny it, he had already been staring at Eddie with his mouth hanging open for a full minute.

The window for believability was definitely closed on that front.

The whole thing felt unfair. He…he had tried this time. Really, really tried to not let his stupid feelings come into play, but here he was again, caught and about to get his heart smashed to a thousand pieces.

Eddie was still waiting for an answer, tense as he searched Steve’s face. Steve licked his lips, opening and closing his mouth like an idiot before managing to squeak out, “I’m sorry.”

Eddie was still staring at him, expression unreadable as he asked again, “So…you are?”

Steve looked away, staring back at his stupid comic book as he nodded, vision blurring. Christ, he was going to cry. Eddie was going to scream at him, or never talk to him again, or god forbid try to be understanding while shutting it down. He’d have to watch their relationship slowly dissolve while Eddie kept a healthy distance away, probably take the time to fall for some pretty girl who wasn’t a clingy and annoying fuck like Steve was.

He froze when he felt Eddie’s hand on his chin, forcing his head up to meet his eyes. This was it, the end of everything. He could barely fucking see with all the tears in his eyes, but then Eddie was wiping them away and he was…smiling at him?

“Thank God,” Eddie breathed, leaning in until their lips touched. They were kissing. Eddie Munson was kissing him. And even through his shock, Steve was damn sure kissing him back.

Eddie was trying to talk to him, pulling away to get a few words out before going right back in to press their mouths together, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Steve was the one who had to pull away, as reluctant as he was he had to make sure he wasn’t dreaming here, “Y-you’re not mad?”

Eddie seemed to vaguely understand that they still needed to talk, but that wasn’t stopping him from kissing every other part of Steve’s face, “Why would I be mad?”

“Because…” Because I’m a guy? Because you could do better? Because I’m a suffocating freak who already takes up most of your time? “Because I’m me?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, “Oh no, the man I’m in love with is himself. Whatever will I do?”

Steve froze for the second time at that, a smile slowly spreading over his face, “You love me?”

“I love you, you love me, and I would really appreciate it if we could just make-out on my bed now that-”

Eddie didn’t even get the full sentence out before Steve was on him, tackling him on the bed to smash their lips back together.

And sure, Steve was still scared shitless about the possibility that Eddie would wake up one day and realize he could do better, but for now? He’d take it.

[skibidilando]

A Day at quadrant: LN4 (Part 2)

Author note: I don’t even know how to post anything on this and never wrote a fic but I hope this is good but I think it’s pretty shit and I haven’t finished it yet and if any writers want to use this idea you can for sure just @ me please oh and if you have feedback please let me know thanks xx

Also i tried to change my like writing style thing cause i feel like it was shit last time but yeah idk

Lando x quadrant fem reader

Blurb: reader is a member of quadrant, she games most of the time but also likes f1 along with her best friend Ria bish. She is friends with all members at quadrant and finds it a good laugh with all her mates, but maybe her view of someone in particular is more than a mate..

Warnings: sexualising, swearing, mention of a gun, leaked tape, sad distraught reader, friends to maybe lovers if I make it a series? Smut-ish? If I missed any let me know (I don’t know how to do warnings sorry x)

Well wasn't last week a fucking eventful week. You still cant stop thinking about Lando right next to you comforting you about what happened. You're starting to feel better about the whole issue and get some support from people online and all the other members of quadrant, but fuck that was just shit. You haven't been in any quadrant videos since, but you're in a better place now and probably need to start participating in them more.

Lando and ethan make the idea of quadrant meeting up at landos apartment and trying to train like him for a day. You aren't exactly looking foward to it but oh well, at least Ria is going. You text your gc back and tell them that you will do it too. Then, you get a message.

Lando: are you 100% sure ur okay to come back and film already? you dont have to if you dont want to.

Y/n: yep. I need to get in more videos and im feeling better anyways, thanks for asking.

Lando: all good

Well that was polite and unexpected of Lando to reach out, but whats more unexpected is for your panties to be soaked right now over 2 text messages. well fuck, oopsies.

That night all you can think of is Lando, it's a bit embarrassing to admit, but he was circling around your head like it was an f1 race. You decide to get your head out of it and call Ria to come over and have a chat, since she is your best friend after all. Shortly she pulls up to your apartment in Monaco, funning in bursting of excitement to see you.

"RIAAAAAAA!" you shout when you open the door for her. "Y/NNNN" she replied back. You give her a hug and make her a cup of coffee just how she likes it. You guys sit and chat about the f1 grand prix in Bahrain coming up, and how you hope Lando continues to have a good season with Oscar this year. "Did you see the chat about the new yt vid we doing" You ask Ria. "omg yes and they are bringing angry ginge in I heard" Ria replies back.

"STOP IT" you yell back laughing. You love ginge and his videos, who wouldn't? he's a very very funny bloke. "OMG i''m definitely coming tomorrow then to the recording are you kidding?".

Unfortunately time goes by when you're having fun, and Ria was the most fun, so she had to go a few hours later which felt like minutes. Besides you both need sleep for the youtube vid you're filming tmr at Lando's. You go to bed and try to sleep as much as you can, which didnt happen lol.

rise and shine love. It's already 6am and time to go to Lando's place to film. Normally you don't have to wakeup early as fuck but for the purpose of the video and "being Lando Norris" you had no choice. You get to his apartment after parking at the front and knock on the door, to which he opens. "hi y/n" he says nicely and gives you a hug. "So good to see you Lando, where is everyone?".

"first here mate" he says almost excitedly. "so what are we actually doing today like playing video games or some shit" you say. "haha your funny mate, we are lifting weights, eating what i eat, using the sim, and neck strengthening" he says laughing at you. "fuck r u taking the piss" you say laughing. "oh my days Landoooo do I look like an f1 driver" you also reply with. "well yeah thats the whole point of the video ya dumb fuck" he replied jokingly.

"hahaha get fucked lando nowins" you snap back. he laughs as you proceed to miss the chair you went to lean on making you flinch and stumble looking like an idiot. he is still laughing which makes you laugh too. "Lando norizz" u reply. "haha you think I have no rizz, funny" he replies egotistically. "yeah i do actually" you don't at all, in fact he hasn't even tried yet he has rizzed you up. "wanna bet?" he snaps out.

you don't have time to think before he pins you against the wall and just looks at you with those hot eyes of his. you can already feel your cheeks burning and your thong getting wet. "you say I have no rizz yet your cheeks are burning, and I bet those panties are more soaked than that porridge you tipped over the counter when you stumbled at my gaze, huh?" he grunts out.

what the fuck just happened, first how did he know and secondly did he just pin you against the wall. not the first time you want that to happen. you know what fuck it if we wants to be like that then he may as well be uncomfortable the whole video.

"how did you know about my tight, black lacy thong i'm wearing over my tight pussy hey? not your first time thinking about it aye?" you tease him, but while walking over to him you see him looking uneasy.

why? because ginge was at the fucking door and heard that, and can see Lando's boner from a mile away. "well bonjour" ginge says laughing. "bonjour mate" lando says as he daps up ginge covering his boner and trying to ignore what just happened.

You already know this video is gonna be the longest set of your life..

sorry its a short one x

[modelbus]

I’m obsessed with the way u write Tommy, the witty dialogue is so >>>> lately I’ve been fixated on the drunk MCC video so if you’d like to write a oneshot based on that it would be super appreciated! Reader probably takes beky’s spot so they’re on the same team, and the more drunk they get the more affectionate and distracted they get and the chat is just eating it up teehee

I actually had to hunt down the video because I haven’t seen it… for anyone curious the video is called “Minecraft But I’m Drunk”!

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader

Flirting Fools

“IM JUST KEN, WHEN I SEE LOVE I SEE YOUR BALLS—“

The cider you were drinking—same one that Tommy had stocked up on—ends up on your monitor rather than down your throat. Whose idea was it to do a drunk MCC again? Oh, yeah, Tommy fucking Innit.

“Why can’t you say hello like a normal person?” You sigh, wondering if Tommy even has his headphones on.

“Y’know, I want to watch the woman movie but my girlfriend insists I see it with her and I haven’t had the chance.” Jack says, speaking up.

“Oh, Jack, you have a girlfriend?” Tommy asks.

“Acting like you aren’t dating someone too.” You say pointedly, giving a deadpan look to your camera.

“Because you’re amazing! The El-Oh-Em-El! Love of my life!”

“Never spell an acronym out loud again.” You plead.

“What’s an acronym?”

Tubbo’s laugh in the background seems more like a cry of help.

-

“We’re dropping like Fortnite!” Jack exclaims just as the floor vanishes from under you and everyone is out into elytra mode.

“Shit wait we’re playing Fortnite? We playing Fortnite?” Tommy immediately hops on the joke, and you mentally tune him out.

“I love Fortnite!” Jack agrees eagerly. Twenty seconds later, he dies. “I fucking hate Fortnite!”

“I died too.” You inform him, picking up the can of alcoholic cider to take a drink.

“WAIT!” Tommy screeches. “Cheers! Cheers with me!”

You raise your drink to your camera, assuming Tommy is doing the same in his office. Afterward, Tommy slurps his drink far too close to his mic.

“I’m gonna vomit.” Tubbo declares.

“Don’t back down and give up, that’s some shit Kenergy.”

-

“Guys, I just bought myself a pack of ‘Colon the Caterpillar’ and if we win MCC I’ll open them.” Tommy’s voice announces during the loading between games. Do you know what that means? No. Do you want some? Fuck yes.

“Share. Share? Share?” You ask, taking another sip of your drink.

“Come over babygirl.” Tommy answers you. For a second, there’s a complete pause in the call. “…I’m going to kill myself.”

“What the FUCK?” Jack shouts.

“Tom, Tom— never say that again.” Tubbo pleads, are you’re inclined to agree.

“Maybe just… keep your mouth shut.” You advise Tommy.

-

“Oh, Jesus, it’s harder to stream when the— when.” Tommy says, quite eloquently.

“Ah, yes, I when the when all the time with you.” You agree.

“We are when the when-ers.”

“Can you two shut up?” Jack asks.

-

You grit your teeth, groaning when a player kills you, picking up your drink again. Slowly but surely, you’re getting drunker and drunker. So much for not having a hangover tomorrow.

“We’ve literally gotta get this dub guys or I don’t get my sweets.” Tommy reminds everyone. “Why is talking like fuckin’ on extreme difficulty?”

“Is it?” You ask idly, taking another drink just for fun.

“Worse than when I’m kissin’ you and shit.” He confirms.

“Stop making Tubbo and I the third wheel.” Jack pleads.

You grin, laughing. “Nah.”

-

“Listen to me now! Look me in the eyes!” Tubbo says, his character moving to stand directly in front of Tommy’s. “You’re my best friend okay and we’ll get you through this.”

“Tom, Tommy, Toms, listen to me.” You giggle, moving to stand next to Tubbo. “You are my boyfriend. And I will not get you through this.”

“Okay, fuck, well I gotta listen to you. Sorry Tubbo.”

“Oh.”

-

“I’m gonna get the coins in the middle!” After his declaration, Tommy sprints to the middle platform and starts mining away at the yellow coin block.

“Jesus fuck, At least wait!” You sigh, shooting a random person.

“Wha— how are you getting them?” Jack agains, laughing wildly. “How is that working?”

“Cause I’ve got backup! My backup’s the best!” Tommy responds, turning in circles.

“You know I’ve always got your back.” You answer.

“Cause you’re cool like that. You got the moves like Jagger.”

“That I do, Tom Simons. That I do.”

-

“Y’know what? It makes me quiet.” Tommy gives no context, leaving you on your own to puzzle out that he’s talking about being drunk.

“Huh? We literally got plastered that one time and you wouldn’t shut up.” You disagree.

“Well, yeah, ‘cause it was you.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Means I like talking to you, bitch.”

“And you don’t like talking to me?” Jack asks. “Oh, yeah, I see how it is.”

“I got priorities man!” Tommy defends himself.

“Priorities being…?” You question, giggling.

“You.”

-

“I’ve got to say, I think there’s a huge lack of focus on the team.” Jack says, coughing pointedly.

“I think I’ve got to agree with you Jack.” Tubbo hums.

“Yeah, and it ain’t us Tubbo.”

“The fuck you saying about me and my boyfriend?” You ask, splash potion of harming in your hand. “You wanna fucking repeat that?”

“No no no no— you guys are great! Teen love— TUBBO RUN—“

-

“Tommyinnit meet and greet on the rocks outside the pier in Brighton at 1am?” Tommy asks. “Any muggers don’t go there though.”

“I’ll go with. Mug both of us.” You offer.

“Yeah, we team that shit. Power of love right there.”

“Love lets people get mugged together?” Jack laughs.

“Not all love Jack.” Tommy corrects.

“Just ours.” You agree with Tommy. “Our love is special, Jack.”

“Oh, it’s certainly something.”

-

Sands of Time has you immediately frowning at the screen and taking another drink. It’s such a shit game, it deserves to be drank to.

“I went to the bathroom guys and I was just like oh by the way…”

There’s a second where you, Tubbo, and Jack wait for Tommy to finish his sentence. He doesn’t.

“‘Oh by the way’ what?” Jack finally asks.

“Oh— oh, I just stopped.” Tommy laughs. Cackles, more like.

“Oh by the way I’m coming over to your place after?” You ask him.

“Really? We can watch that new movie you’ve been wanting to see, if you want.” He doesn’t even blink at the subject change.

“Works for me. Might be a bit before I sober enough to not get murdered in the streets though.”

“I’ll just come get you, love.”

“You’re drunker than me.”

“I’ll scare everyone off with my many muscles.”

“Do you even have one?” Tubbo asks. “One muscle?”

“Many manly muscles.” Tommy doubles-down.

“I’ll just walk.” You sigh.

-

“Guys stop calling me ‘daddy Tommy’ I’m clearly a twink.”

“Tom?” You ask.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up, please.”

“Whatever you say!”

-

<Tommyinnit> Tubbo kisses his cousins

“I do not!” Tubbo exclaims, outrage painting his voice.

“I’ve seen Tubbo bare-lipsing his cousins.” Jack argues immediately.

“Have you?” You ask Jack.

“I’d kiss you even if you were my cousin.” Tommy says to you. “That’s how much I love you.”

“You’d what?”

“No, cause it’s my love.”

“Tom, man, I think it’s time for you to be done.” Jack says wisely.

“Well, no, cause what’s wrong with what I said?”

“So many things. So so many things.”

-

When you blink your eyes open the next morning, everything is hazy and painful. A throbbing headache makes you immediately close your eyes against the bright sunlight of morning, only for you to try again a few moments later.

There's a weight thrown across your middle; upon further inspection, it's Tommy's arm. Heavy and warm, and also keeping you trapped next to him.

"Tom." You groan, knowing that you need some water and Aspirin. He probably does too, considering he definitely drank more than you. "Tom, please."

He mumbles something, barely relenting his grip on you. It's just enough so that you can stretch across the bed to grab your phone from the charger. There's a few messages from friends checking up on you and Tommy (including a shit ton from Wilbur that you're just going to... ignore...) but you swipe open social media.

Only to immediately close it when you realize that you and Tommy are trending for what happened during MCC last night. Although it could very well also have been from the photo Tommy posted of you two kissing, to be fair.

"Stop moving." Tommy groans, pressing his face into your shoulder.

"We need Aspirin and water." You tell him. "And we're trending on Twitter."

"No." His hold on you tightens. "Five more minutes."

You know damn well five minutes will be ten, then thirty, then two hours, but you relent either way.

"Five more minutes."

[tojiscumdumpster]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ iii. suguru/reader

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please refresh your memory of the content warnings that's mentioned on the summary page. this chapter will include s*xual activites.

Suguru

  Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice message. . . 

Call forty-four, and I’ve yet to hear from Y/N. She possibly couldn’t be ignoring my calls, my texts. . . I know she wouldn’t ignore me because she said we could continue our affair. I’m getting frustrated. My cock is getting frustrated. If something happened, she would’ve told me. . . Right? 

  Right, Suguru. 

 We were doing so well last week. Talking on the phone. Video chatting. She even sent me sexy photos of herself. I know my cock has been tired seeing my hand, but fuck, that woman makes me feels like an animal. I can’t help but be in love with Y/N. She belongs to me. Not that sad excuse of a husband. 

 From the moment she agreed to our agreement, I knew there was a possibility of her ghosting me might happen, so I prepared myself. After I had the pleasure of fucking that perfect pussy of hers, we parted ways. At least, that’s what I made her think.

 I followed her around for the rest of the day while she ran errands. You know… just to make sure she’s safe. I don’t need no other fucker trying to hit on what’s mine.  

  She’s not yours, Suguru.

 Yes she is.

 She just doesn’t know it yet. 

 I’m not sure if I should call her for the forty-fifth time. I don’t want to come off as too pushy, but her not responding is annoying me. And I know she’s home. I checked the tracker I left between her car seats and I see she’s been in the same spot for the past week. So I figured that’s where she lives.

  I’m going to sleep now. Talk to you tomorrow? 

 I stare at the last text message she sent to me. I mean… it didn’t seem like anything was wrong. We just finished having phone sex and it was pretty late. But if Y/N said she was going to talk to me tomorrow, she should’ve talked to me tomorrow.

 Tomorrow was a fucking week ago. 

 Wait… what if something happened to her? What if her fucker of a husband found out about us and he’s trying to keep me away from her? 

 No.

 I can’t let that happen. Not when I need her. 

 It would be too creepy if I showed up to her apartment. Maybe I should just send Y/N another text asking to meet up at the bakery I saw her at the last time? Yeah, I think I’ll do that. 

 I just want Y/N to know I’m worried—

 My phone is ringing. 

 I knew she wasn’t ignoring me.

 “Y/N, hey-”

 “ Nope .”

 I remove my phone from my ear to see it’s Satoru calling me. Awesome. 

 “Oh. It’s just you,” I say nonchalantly. 

 “ Well, damn. It’s nice talking to my best friend, too, ” he teases. “ Mad because I’m not your girlfriend? ”

 I deeply sigh, squeezing the bridge of my nose.  “What do you want, Satoru?”

 “ What are you doing tomorrow night? ”

  Fisting my cock to Y/N. 

 “Nothing. Why?”

 “ The Zen’ins’ are throwing some big fancy event, ” Satoru tells me.

 I arch my brow as if he could see me through the phone.  “And what does this have to do with me?”

 “ Do you know who Y/N is married to? ”

 “No?”

 “ Toji Zen’in, meaning nine times out of ten, she will be there. I know you said you haven’t heard from her in a while. Maybe you’ll see her .”

 She’s fucking married to him? Out of all people, that is who she chooses to spend her life with? 

 I’ve met that fucker a few times. I did a couple of his tattoos. Hate him, but he pays good money so I just tolerated the jackass. Knowing my Y/N is giving her pussy, love, and time to him makes me even more angry. 

 I need answers. 

 I need to know why the fuck she hasn’t been responding to phone calls and text messages. She can’t fucking promise an affair just to leave me and my cock dry. 

It doesn’t work like that. 

 “I’ll go.” 

Reader

 I tilt my head back and allow the hot water to hit my skin while I take a shower. It’s been a week since I last spoke to Suguru and two weeks since I told Toji I cheated. My life has been… complicating, to say the least. 

 I decided not to speak to Suguru anymore because I know Toji means well on his threats and I don’t need my husband killing someone on my behalf… again. I honestly thought he left to go find Suguru. However, when he returned home, I texted Suguru and he was okay.

 That was the last I heard of him.

 When Toji came home a few days after our argument, we went from having small talk to not talking at all. Only having quiet breakfasts and dinners together. We’d steal glances, but that’s about it. Though, he has been sleeping in our bed lately, which I find weird. 

 We haven’t slept next to each in months. His excuse? He said he didn’t want to wake me up since he comes home late from work. A pathetic excuse because Toji knows I don’t care if I’m woken up as long as I’m sleeping in his arms. There was a time where his arms felt like home to me…

  Anyways .

 Just earlier Toji watched me stripped naked to prepare for my shower. We stared at each other through the mirror. His body, muscular, covered in tattoos and scars, having only his briefs on to leave me with my imagination of his cock I haven’t seen in months. Toji hasn’t looked at me for that long in a while. 

 I was self-conscious.

 Marriage only made my body fuller. More curvier in these past seven years. My insecurity of him not being attracted to me anymore only heightened the longer he watched me. But when my eyes roamed down his body, they stopped at the front of briefs. 

  He was hard. 

 And I’m not talking about semi hard. I mean straining hard, like he was uncomfortable. I sucked in a soft breath and pulled my eyes away to look at his face that flushed a rose color across his cheeks. 

 I felt… desired. 

 The desire I’ve been yearning for months that I found with Suguru. 

 That silent moment I had with Toji and the lack of communication with Suguru is all I’ve been thinking about since I got in the shower. I didn’t even start washing myself yet. 

 I grabbed my body wash to pour on my loofah, and just when I was about to scrub myself, the shower door opened.

 I wasn’t startled because I knew it was Toji, but I was surprised because it was Toji. The last time we showered together was on his thirty-ninth birthday. We had sex. Amazing sex at that. What’s the likelihood of us recreating that memory right now? Slim to none. 

 I turn to face him.

 I don’t say anything.

 He doesn’t say anything but stares at me with those jade color hues I fell in love with ten years ago. I held his contact and I saw… hunger in his eyes.  

  You’re imagining things, Y/N. 

 Toji grabs my loofah and begins washing me, starting with my arms. He drags the loofah along my chest, down the mountain of my breasts, which he scrubs next. Toji took his time washing my tits. Something so simple like washing your partner’s body can be intimate and pussy soaking. Because that’s all I feel right now. 

 Drenched. 

 Turned on. 

 He knows I am. That’s why he slowly circles my full, perfectly saggy tits with the loofah. 

 All of this while never breaking eye contact. 

 He has me sit on the shower bench, lowering him to his knees to wash my legs. After he finishes with one leg, he spreads me open to clean the other one. Why? I don’t know, but I comply. For the first time since coming in the shower, he breaks contact to look elsewhere. 

 My puffy pussy that’s dying to be touched. 

 I’m no longer under the shower head and the water isn’t touching me since Toji is in front of me. He notices how wet I am, looks at me, then takes a deep breath that could be mistaken as a groan. 

 He stands me up, turning me around to wash my back. While doing so, I felt his cock brush against my ass. A moan touched my lips, causing Toji to stop and I immediately grew embarrassed from my actions. 

 Me being wet. Moaning. Getting turned on from being washed by Toji. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m in heat. Horny. I want to be fucked by my husband, but my stubbornness is not allowing me to make the first move. 

 Once he finished taking his time washing my ass, he grabbed the shower head to spray my body. My breaths were slow and steady, chest heaving desperation. Warmth also began spreading across Toji’s cheeks again. I didn’t bother to conceal my need for him.

 I looked at his cock and he was hard, veins popping out and leaking precum. 

 He wants me just as much as I want him. 

 I break the silence. 

 “Are you okay?” I ask, invitingly. However, he doesn’t respond. Toji swiftly lifted me off the shower floor as if I weighed nothing and hooked his arms under my knees while I rested my hands on his broad shoulders. 

 Again, Toji and I just stare at each other. His cock mere inches away from my pussy. It doesn’t matter how long we haven’t touched each other. Haven’t had sex or slept in the same bed. Once we connect, it feels like the first time again. 

 I’m needy. Impatient. Starving for his dick inside of me. I just can’t give him the satisfaction of begging. Not like I used to, and not after when I cheated. But lucky for me, Toji doesn’t make me wait. 

 He unhooks one of his arms to grab his length to align it with my sex. I hold my breath, anticipating the first time I feel him in months.

  Breathe is all he says to me before slamming into my pussy. The cry I let out was sharp and loud. I feel embarrassed from sounding like a cat in heat, but I can’t help myself.

 Toji feels so good. 

 He doesn’t even work his ways into my walls. His thrusts are brutal, but the wetness of my pussy mends the pain and makes it easier for him to slip in and out of me. 

 I close my eyes to bask in the moment, however, a territorial growl comes from Toji and I know he’s telling me to keep my eyes open and on him as a warning. 

 I have no intention of not listening to him. 

 I look into his earth like eyes where I see we share the same lust and craving for each other. Toji starts fucking me harder, more profoundly without missing a pace of his strokes. For a minute, I think of how big Suguru is, but Toji? I’ve been questioning how I’m able to take all nine-in-a-half inches of him inside of me.

 Toji fills me to the brim. He stretches my pussy until I’m perfectly molded around his width, taking him like his favorite slut. For years I’ve been Toji’s fuck toy. Maybe to other women, they don’t like being used by their husband, but I do. 

  I like the feeling of being fucked into oblivion by Toji, until drool coats the side of my lips and tears prick my eyes as they’re doing now. 

 “T-Toji…” I whimpered. “I miss how you feel inside of me, baby.”

 He clicks his tongue, abruptly pounding with a bit more force. “If you miss my cock, why did you let another guy fuck you? Hm?”

 “I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Toji. Please… ” What am I begging for? I said I wasn’t going to, but… “Harder.”

 “You let another motherfucker use you to help him cum,” Toji says through gritted teeth, thrusting into me harder every word he speaks. “Y/N, you should know I don’t like fucking sharing. Do I have fuck you until you remember who you belong to? Until you know who pussy is this?”

 “Y-Yes.”

 He whispers in my ear. “Wrong answer.” How does the wrong answer feel this good? 

 I feel the coolness of the shower wall on my flesh as Toji fucks me against it. His thrusts are merciless. It felt like he was trying to punish me for my infidelity, making me atone for my sins while being stuffed with cock. 

 “Fucking being a filthy slut for someone else,” he mutters. “I’m going to stuff you, fill you with every single last drop of my cum. And I have a lot in me, sweetheart. It’s been months.”  He pulls his cock out my pussy, putting me on my feet to push my chest against the wall and force an arch in my back. 

 Toji didn’t even give me a chance to complain from his loss of touch before sinking deep into my warmth again. His fingers wrapped around my coils to pull while his free hand squeezes my nipples. 

 I feel overwhelmed. I’m trying to hold back my orgasm to relish this fucking because it may or may not happen again, but I feel a knot coiling in my stomach. 

 “Y/N, I feel you throbbing around my cock. I know you’re about to cum. So do it,” he orders, letting go of my nipples to slap my ass. 

 “I… I don’t want to.”

 “Are you saying you’re not going to cum for me when I told you to?” His question comes off as a warning.

 This side of Toji is… different. He usually fucks me rough, yes. Though, with tenderness and praising me for taking him well. But now… his intention is to fuck me until I’m numb. Degrading me. Talking down on me like I’m some whore he picked up at a bar.

 I… I like it.

 Actually, I love it. 

 I can’t hold back any longer. My orgasm creeps up on me and I shatter all over Toji’s cock. I moan, cry, scream, whimper his name like it’s all I know. But he’s not done. 

 “Gonna keep fucking this greedy pussy until I want. Keep cumming for me and take this cock, Y/N.”

 Toji finds his hands at my waist and continues to work me open past my orgasm. I put my hand on his pelvic to alleviate the pressure, but he slaps it away, giving me a slow and long stroke that kisses my sweet spot. 

 “Oh, fuck. Okay, Toji. I’ll keep taking it,” I cry. “Praise me, baby. Am I doing a good job?”

 He chuckles. “Why should I praise you after you cheated? My cock is hard for you. Isn’t that enough?” Embarrassment flushes through my body after being rejected by Toji, but I’m too fucked to care. “You want me to say you’re a good girl? That you’re doing a good job taking my cock? That’s what you want me to say?”

 Just hearing those words spill from his mouth makes me squeeze his cock viciously. “Y-Yes, please.”

 “Fuck, Y/N,” he grunts, pulling me up by my coils again to ghost over my ears. “I’m supposed to fucking hate you. Hate you for cheating on me, but I can’t. Not when you sound pathetically sexy while I’m pounding this good… fucking pussy. This fucking pussy you gave to someone else.”

 Toji won’t stop fucking me. My legs are growing weak and I feel the sweetest pain in my hips. I meet with his thrusts and bounce my ass on him because I know he loves when I try, even if won’t tell me that now. 

 The grunts and growls that came from Toji have now joined me with moans. His dick throbs inside me indicating his near release. Toji doesn’t get sloppy when he’s about to cum. He goes harder. He pounds into me until I feel light and my wetness echoes in the bathroom. 

 I can’t go back to Suguru after this. No matter how good his dick is, no one knows my body the way Toji does. How he makes ke cum feels like a rare experience. My body only responds to Toji this way. This fucking reminds me that I’m forever his. 

No one else’s. 

 “Toji, please. Please cum inside of me, baby. I want your cum so badly,” I cry, fucking him back.

 His dick twitches. “Begging me to breed this pussy? 

 “Yes. I want you cum with me. Please cum with me, Toji.”

 “Stop talking, Y/N.”

 I know he’s close. 

 “I love your cock, baby. You always fuck me so good,” I tell him. 

 He told me not to hold back, but I know his cum is a few thrusts away from spilling inside of me. 

 “Y/N,” he says, attempts to warn me, but fails with a groan. 

 “I know this pussy is yours. I’m sorry. I won’t cheat again. I’m yours, Toji. Only yours.”

 “Fuck!”

 He kissed my sweet spot a few more times before drowning my pussy with his release. His strokes don't soften, ensuring every drop of him is pounded deeply in my walls. I cum for the second time and this I squirt on Toji’s cock, between my thighs, on the floor until my wetness causes him to abruptly slip out of me. 

 I shake uncontrollably because the overstimulation of cumming back to back overwhelms my body. Getting fucked Toji does that to me. 

 And I know he isn’t finished with me. He turns off the shower, picks me up bridal style, making his way to our room where he throws me on the bed and continues to fuck me until I’m numb. 

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What if Eury and Ares are dating when Mutiny happened?

(btw, it seems tumblr is more used to release pictures and videos. If anyone can recommend me a place to post long fan fiction, I'd be grateful！)

(I put some original characters in the article, not much space, just to explain how bad the situation on the fleet is)

The situation was worsening. Eurylochus felt the churning in his stomach, the hunger-induced pain spreading, and he pressed against his abdomen, tightening his belt further in an attempt to quell the longing for food. It had been a week since his argument with Ares—no, they hadn't broken up; Eurylochus wouldn't call it that; they had simply disagreed, that was all—and the food on the ship was gone, with only limited fish catch to sustain them. The crew had been starving for days.

He spotted Perimedes on the deck. Since leaving the Underworld, days had passed in this manner: Perimedes stood silently, gazing out at the vast, boundless sea. Eurylochus knew he wasn't looking for the direction of home. During those shared, comforting nights, he had realized that few men still harbored hope of returning.

"Sometimes, I think I see Elpenor," Perimedes said almost in a trance. "He's drunk and looks happy. I told him I wanted to go down to him, and he got angry—didn't he want me to be with him?"

Eurylochus couldn't fathom what it felt like to have a loved one in the Underworld. Sometimes, he felt that Perimedes' longing for Elpenor surpassed his desire to survive. This man missed his beloved so much that he could venture into the realm of death. In that stagnant place, without tomorrow or future, they would at least have each other. Eurylochus recalled the nights he spent without Ares, chatting with his companions about those who had passed.

At one such time, Antises handed him a shabby little notebook, smelling of sea salt and ocean breeze. Eurylochus remembered seeing an identical cover with another comrade. He opened it and saw Polites' name, neatly lined up with others on the first page. Eurylochus recalled these names written there; they had all died at the feet of the Cyclops.

Perimedes reached out and flipped to the last page, where the last line read the name of his beloved, Elpenor.

"This was Crytrius's notebook," Antises said. Before the war began, Eurylochus wasn't familiar with this young man from the farmland on the westernmost edge of Ithaca. As for now—there were only 42 of them left, and it was easy to know each other.

"Crytrius wanted to record the names of every fallen comrade. He always said if we didn't remember them, the spirits of those who had passed would truly be forgotten. He sank into the vast ocean, but I took his notebook," Antises explained. "After enduring the great god of the sea, it was difficult to record the deaths. We struggled to recall the names of every comrade. At least this way, they left a trace of their existence, even though we too might follow in their footsteps and perish here."

Yes, if he died silently in the middle of the sea, he would pray that at least someone remembered him. Gods were immortal, and he hoped at least Ares would remember him, though he knew that tiny, short-lived mortals meant nothing to the gods.

"It's hard to say I don't long to reunite with them in the Underworld," Perimedes chuckled briefly. "Whether wandering the ocean or heading to the realm of death, we have no place to call home, alone and desperate—what's the difference?"

"But the blood on our hands cannot be washed away. Can we go to that peaceful land? Or must we pay for our killings?" Menechas said from the corner of the room. Silence fell upon the room.

Eurylochus pulled himself out of the abyss of memories. Now, six more names had been added to Antises' notebook, one of them being Menechas, Antises' best friend, the young man who worried about his past killings.

The pain of losing his companion made him want to vomit, but his stomach was empty, so he could only retch a few times. His good friend Odysseus was drifting further and further away from him, and he could feel the rift between them. Since hearing the prophet's prophecy, the captain had been in a bad state, silent and increasingly gloomy in his eyes. But Eurylochus never expected him to go to this extent – to sacrifice his crew willingly.

Eurylochus never thought Odysseus had an obligation to save everyone, but he couldn't accept his friend turning into a cold-blooded monster. So he told himself that the captain just couldn't think of a better way, and that Odysseus hadn't expected those six men to sacrifice themselves. He confronted his friend, praying that the other would answer as he deceived himself, but he didn't. Odysseus covered his face with his messy hair and roared two words: "I can't!"

The hunger grew fiercer, and he took a deep breath, remembering what Odysseus had told him – not to eat the cattle of the sun god.

This meant there were cattle ahead… Even if eating their meat meant death, it was still meat that could fill their stomachs. He stepped forward and patted Perimedes on the shoulder: "... I have a not-so-good idea, but I think you'll want to carry it out."

He knew the captain would eventually return home; otherwise, based on his understanding of Odysseus, the latter wouldn't have become gloomy instead of desperate after meeting the prophet. Since that was the case, whatever choices they made wouldn't drag the captain down.

"There are cattle ahead. Their meat can fill our stomachs, but we'll also incur the wrath of the gods and meet our end. What would you choose, my friend?"

Perimedes laughed: "You know perfectly well, Eurylochus, that most of us feel no difference between living now and being dead."

The two men fell silent, as if calmly accepting the fate that was approaching. After a moment, Eurylochus left the deck and entered an empty room. With the death of his friends, more and more dormitories were becoming vacant. He took a deep breath and sat down on the deck.

"Hey Ares, I don't know if you can hear me. I know our last encounter wasn't pleasant." He paused, feeling a bit awkward talking to himself like this, but continued, "Look, my companions and I have made up our minds to die because the suffering of hunger is too long. So, I want to say goodbye to you."

There was no response. Eurylochus didn't know if his words were heard by the god of war. He knew the other god always loved bloodshed and could understand his indifference to the lives of other mortals. But a few days ago, when his comrades had just died at the throat of Scylla, his boyfriend's nonchalant tone was still hard for him to accept. Ares just laughed and mocked Odysseus' cowardice in not facing the enemy head-on, which was also what Eurylochus didn't want to hear.

They had an argument then. But now that Eurylochus had made up his mind to give up his life, continuing the cold war made no sense.

"Uh, that's about it." He fell silent again. In fact, it was meaningless, wasn't it? The gods lived such long lives; how could he care about the death of a mortal?

Eurylochus sighed, stood up, and walked out of the empty room. Ares didn't respond. The man thought bitterly that maybe he had been too optimistic; in fact, Ares had broken up with him completely.

The next day, he and his comrades all agreed on the plan to eat the beef and die, and they carried it out as such. Odysseus looked pain, and he ordered them to row faster, but all thirty-six crew members knew they had no hope of survival; they had accepted it the night before. At least they would die full, and that was enough.

But strangely, nothing happened; no god became angry. The fleet was puzzled until a tall figure landed on the ship and ran quickly towards Eurylochus.

"Eury!" His tone was almost panicked, "You don't know how… It's good that this has been resolved. You won't die, at least not so soon, my love."

Everyone on the fleet was stunned. Who would tell them what was going on???

"It's a good thing you're not the first to eat the cattle. I mean, you're the first mortal, but other gods have done similar things. Hermes paid with his lyre, and what I have is not inferior to what he had." Eurylochus found the other's tone cute, like a child comparing toys. But it didn't lessen his confusion.

"I thought we broke up?" He asked cautiously.

Ares was stunned. Then the god of war erupted, roaring, "What? No!" The ship was rocking slightly because of his roar. Eurylochus was worried that the ship would be overturned, so he quickly soothed him: "No, I mean, of course I don't want to break up, but yesterday when I talked to you, you ignored me."

"That's because I was preparing an apology gift!" Ares was still roaring, but the ship had stopped rocking. After he finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment, looking somewhat embarrassed: "Uh, I'll leave for a while… I'll come to you tonight, Eury."

The tall figure left, leaving the stunned crew and the stunned Odysseus, who was also shocked but more relieved.

"... It's good that you're still alive," Odysseus said. "I have something to ask you, Eurylochus, but we'll talk about it later."

He left. Eurylochus knew his friend would leave the crowd whenever he was emotionally upset; he didn't want too many people to see how much he cared about his friends. He smiled, happy to see his familiar captain back. The rift was still inevitable, but… things were getting better.

Now he had to face the crew's questions.

[vikkirosko]

🎮 BEN Drowned x Reader headcanons An old game cartridge💧

Your acquaintance with BEN happened by chance when you were a child. You found a game cartridge and were just going to play the game, not even guessing who appeared at the moment when you launched the game. From that moment on, strange things began to happen in your house that scared your parents, but did not scare you, just as the strange guy who periodically appeared on the TV screen and talked to you did not scare you. You were sure that this was part of the game, while your parents were more and more afraid of what was happening, to the point that they decided to move. You moved too fast to pick up at least some of the things and the game cartridge was left in the old house, as well as your new friend

It's been years since you moved in with your parents. You grew up and lived on your own, and your ghostly friend remained for you a memory from childhood, you were sure that it was just a game of your imagination, because when you bought a cartridge with the same game, but there was nothing like what you remembered. You came back to the city where you spent your childhood and were surprised when you saw that your old house was still standing untouched. You decided that nothing bad would happen if you went in there and delved into your memories. Among a large number of old things, you found the same cartridge. You doubted that it was still working, but you took both the game console and the game cartridge with you, and then went home, not even guessing what exactly you took with you

When you returned home, you connected the game console, not even hoping that it would work, but when the familiar startup screensaver appeared on your TV screen, you let out an ecstatic cry. You were glad that you could plunge back into childhood and hurried to launch the old game, but at that moment something went wrong. The image on your TV started to glitch and then the TV turned off altogether. Scared, you tried to turn it on again, but nothing happened. You blamed yourself for breaking your own TV, but it was already evening and you decided to postpone it until tomorrow, planning to call a master who, you hoped, would save your TV from death. You went to bed, but woke up in the middle of the night because your, as you thought, dead TV turned on abruptly

You followed the sound and were surprised when you saw a stranger on your couch, whom you initially mistook for Link from the video game, but then you noticed obvious differences from the game character. At that moment, you realized that you had already seen him. It was the guy from the TV that you thought was just a figment of your imagination. But now he was sitting on your couch and looking at you with a grin on his lips, after which he told you that he had waited a very long time, but you met again and now you will not be able to leave him alone in an empty house

BEN was pleased, looking at your shocked rather than scared face. He thought you were funny when you were a kid and he liked to chat with you, now you were an adult and you were cute. BEN wasn't going to leave anytime soon, because he needed to make up for the time that you were separated. He didn't know exactly what he wanted from you, but he wasn't going to kill you. At least because he didn't want to lose a good conversationalist

[humblequestvinyl]

blindsided

BLINDSIDED, EDDIE DIAZ X FEM!READER

APART OF THE ‘ROLLING UP THE WELCOME MAT’ WRITING SERIES

SUMMARY: entering back into the city that holds the most memories, y/n plays a song for her best friend, holding all the secretes of her former marriage.

inspired by blindsided by kelsea ballerini

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lowercase is intentional! wc: 1.3k

warning: MAJOR fighting, talks about fertility/wanting kids, marriage problems, fighting, alcohol, & major angst

a/n: ERAS TOUR ERAS TOUR ERAS TOUR!

IT WAS ALMOST A WEEK LATER,

and the ending show of y/n’s tour, leaving her in the one place she didn’t want to be.

los angeles california.

so she sat in her dressing room, dreadfully getting ready for her show when she heard a knock on her dressing room door, which soon opened revealing one of the only people she was willing to see in LA.

“buck!”y/n exclaimed as a smile spread across her face as the firefighter walked into the room, and wrapped the girl in a hug as she sat in her chair, “i’ve missed you!”

“missed you too shorty.”he joked, causing y/n to roll her eyes before her stylist continued to curl her hair for the show, “you excited to perform tonight?” 

“only because you’re here.”she told him, and he chuckled, “speaking of, did chris join you tonight?” buck shook his head no, knowing the girl had been trying to see him for at least a month but with her tour schedule and eddie refusing to communicate with her, she hadn’t been able to.

“eddie’s excuse this time was that it’s a school night and he didn’t want chris to be late tomorrow.”buck explained, causing the girl to hum, knowing he was right, “chris wasn’t too happy.”

“i mean i wouldn’t be either considering eddie refuses to answer any of my calls to try and talk to chris, and the only time i do see him is over facetime with you.”y/n explained, causing bucks face to go sour, knowing how much the girl hated it, “i’ll drag him back to court if i have to, but i don’t want to put chris through that.”

he nodded, before the two chatted for a few minutes, before y/n’s face lit up and she scrambled for her phone, “i wanna play you something i wrote!’

“did you record it?”buck questioned and the girl nodded, going into her files and loading up a voice memo she had of it, “it’s called lost on me for now, but i might change it.”

the girl hit play before the song started to play, before her voice started to ring through bringing back all of the memories of their relationship,

“were you on the other line, or driving in your car?”

—-

(AUGUST 29TH 2019)

“EDDIE WHERE ARE YOU?”

y/n asked as she leaned up against the kitchen counter of the diaz’s home, and she could hear cars passing by in the background, “its almost time for dinner, chris wanted all of us to eat together.”

“i’m out.”eddie stated plainly, and y/n glanced down the hall, hearing chris playing video games with buck, “you guys eat, i’ll grab leftovers.”

“eddie-”was all y/n could get out before the line went dead, causing her to drop her phone by her side, completely defeated. her head snapped up as she heard chris’s bedroom door close shut, seeing buck walk down the hall, with a wide smile spread across his face.

“did eddie say when he was going to be back?”buck questioned as he walked towards the girl, immediately noticing the defeated look on her face, “don’t tell me,”

“he said for us to eat, and he’ll grab leftovers,”y/n repeated, avoiding bucks eyes, “again.”

“he’s gotta stop doing this.”buck muttered, before going towards chris’s bedroom so the three could eat, knowing chris had his first day of school the next day. a small tear fell down the woman's face, before she went to set the table, leaving one empty plate on the counter for her husband.

this was wrong. all of it was wrong. 

from her husband not coming home and letting their son down, all of the secrets he would be hiding from her, pretending that nothing was wrong, just to prove that he was right.

it was wrong, and she absolutely hated it.

was he just blind from all of their problems? thinking if he pretended that everything was fine, their marriage would be as well? 

the h/c woman was broken out of her thoughts as soon as she heard laughter quickly coming down the hall, and she forced a wide smile onto her face for the boy she considered her child, thinking if she pretended that if everything was fine, he would be too.

“where’s dad?”chris questioned as y/n dished up a plate for the group, and she glanced at the boy with a fake smile. before she could even come up with a reason, buck spoke up with a slight chuckle.

“captain nash was short handed because there’s a bug going around the firehouse, so he needed your dad to go in for work.”buck explained, and y/n felt relief wash over her, knowing she didn’t have to figure out an excuse to give to chris. 

y/n gave buck a ‘thank you’ look, before she walked over to the two, with plates in her hand for all of them, “tonight's dinner is chicken parm with pasta and garlic bread.”

“thank you.”the boys exclaimed, before digging in, and y/n sat at the end of the table, with her plate in front of her, but her appetite completely gone.

was eddie pretending that everything was fine, or was he just blind?

—

(NOVEMBER 12TH 2019)

“I SERIOUSLY DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO Y/N,”

eddie told the singer as the two stood in her nashville apartment, the night before the cma’s that y/n was supposed to sing at the next day.

“i want you to be there, not drunk and be happy for me eddie!”she exclaimed, feeling the cheap ass rose they had been drinking running through her veins, “i want you to come home every night and spend time with your family!”

“i do spend time with my family!”eddie tried to argue, and y/n rolled her eyes, causing the firefighter to give her a look, “i’m not the one whos constantly in the studio, constantly on tour!”

“bull-fucking-shit! i’m in the studio trying to make an album to provide for this family because god knows you don’t!”y/n exclaimed, seeing eddie getting furious, “maybe that’s why you’re never home is because you cannot handle the fact that i’m the breadwinner in this house!”

“i’m never home because anytime i try and bring up kids you brush me off like it’s nothing.”eddie stated lowly, and tears pricked at y/n eyes knowing how many times they had this conversation, “i want more kids y/n, and the fact that you keep brushing me off like it’s nothing is why i’m never home.”

“i’ve told you so many times i don’t want any kids eddie,”the h/c choked out, with baby hairs sticking to her tear stained cheeks, “its not news to you, you’ve been in this fucking conversation so many times.”

eddie shook his head, before storming to their bedroom and slamming the door shut, leaving the girl sliding against the wall, sobbing knowing that was their biggest fight of their entire relationship.

she could feel everything crumbling beneath her, and she absolutely hated it. she hated everything about it. she was losing control of everything she had and y/n hated it.

he wasn’t blind, he was just pretending everything was fine.

–

“I KNOW THE TRUTH WAS HARD TO HEAR, YOU’VE GOT YOURS AND I’VE GOT MINE BABY,”

“were you blindsided, or were you just blind?”the recording faded out, and y/n looked over at buck who had been listening intently to the song itself, knowing how much that meant to her.

“so you’re making an album from the divorce?”he questioned, and a small smile was spread across the girls face as she nodded.

“i’m making an ep about the divorce.”

[lordsardine]

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[racinginchid3nt]

I’d Probably Still Adore You | Eight

Y/N x Lance Stroll, Y/N x Lando Norris, Y/N Best Friend x Pierre

Gasly

In which a night at the club and a game of never have I ever turns into something new

Inspired by 505 - Arctic Monkeys

Warnings: some smut, mostly in discussion/description. 18+

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You spent the rest of Wednesday night relaxing in your hotel room. Starting to unpack and hanging your dress up for the event, your phone chimed.

When you checked it, it was Lando, replying to the text he had sent himself.

Smiling to yourself, you weren’t sure how you ended up with a date to tomorrow nights event but you figured if it had to be anyone at least he wasn’t a stranger. Besides Y/N Best Friend would be with Pierre, so you would have someone to talk to besides her.

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Thursday

Thursday morning went by quickly. You had opted to not attend media day. Pierre wasn’t on a panel and instead had individual interviews and team video shoots so there was no need to watch them.

You also took a few work calls, responding to some emails that came in throughout the day. While you had taken the day off, your boss only agreed if you were willing to participate in the two morning meetings. By midday, you were finally free to relax.

Stepping out of you room, you pushed the down button for the elevator. You’d skipped breakfast due to the time change but we’re starving and needed to pick up lunch.

As the doors opened, you saw a familiar face in the elevator.

“Hola Y/N. No sabiá que estabas aquí.” (I didn’t know you were here)

“Hola Carlos. It was kind of a last minute thing.”

“We’ll it’s great to see you. Are you going to the sponsor event tonight?”

“I am. Lando’s picking me up at 7:30.”

“Oh. That makes sense.” He laughingly replied.

Unsure of what he meant, you gave him a confused look.

“Lando told Oscar and I that he had a date last night. We wondered what poor soul he convinced and why he was so happy, but it makes sense that it would be you.”

“Oh uh yeah. We ran into each other last night and he asked.”

“Well I’ll see you tonight.” He replied, before stepping out of the elevator.

He made his way to the front desk, while you continued to the front doors. As you stepped outside you were greeted by a large crowd behind a barrier. Someone must have leaked the drivers hotel. As you pushed through the crowd to try and get to the small bistro you had seen on the way in last night, you were surprised to hear someone scream your name.

“Y/N! Can I get a picture?”

Unsure of what to do or why someone would want a picture with you, you turned and saw a fan in a Ferrari shirt waving at you. Confused you walked up and took a quick selfie. Was this because of that wag post a few weeks ago? You noticed a few other people taking photos of you as you chatted with the girl about the race weekend, before wrapping up and continuing on.

You placed your order to go from the bistro, heading back to the hotel to eat in your room and relax before you needed to get ready. As you sat down to eat and scroll through your phone, you got an Instagram notification that you were tagged in a photo.

Opening the app you saw that you had once again made the wag Instagram. It wasn’t your best picture, makeup free and hair undone, but you hadn’t expected anyone to care about you.

Is this what it’s always like for Y/N Best Friend you thought? You couldn’t escape the stupid wag pages and you weren’t even seeing anyone.

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Lance sat in the car on the way back to the hotel from media day. The break had been nice, but he was ready to be back behind the wheel. Zandvort wasn’t his favorite track, but it certainly wasn’t his least favorite either.

As he sat in backseat of the car, driving the 30km or so back to the hotel, he thought back to the night before. When he arrived at the hotel from the airport, he had seen Y/N. After their hookup before the break, he had expected that to be the end of their interactions. He’d never seen her at a race before that week, so he figured he wouldn’t any time soon.

But to see her getting out of the car with Norris was a shock. While he hadn’t reached out to her after the hookup, she also hadn’t reached out to him. The last thing he expected though was for her to be dating someone already. It had to be serious if they had arrived together, but with less than a month for the break, he questioned how quickly that happened.

He had spent the next week replaying the night over in his mind. And every time a girl flirted with him on break, he couldn’t help but compare her to Y/N. Had she really thought so little of the night that she could move on immediately? During their game at the after party she had said she’d never slept with a driver. Sure Norris has mean’t the question about Pierre when he asked it, but that also mean’t she hadn’t slept with Lando either.

He knew first hand that there was a lot more to hookups besides sex. Just because she hadn’t fucked him didn’t mean she couldn’t have kissed him. Or sucked his dick. And as the thought of her getting on her knees for Norris crossed his mind, the tiniest hint of jealousy bleed through. He had missed out of the chance of that. Missed out on watching those big brown eyes look up at him while he fucked into her mouth. Missed out on watching her swallow down his cum.

He didn’t know much about Norris, but he seemed to have some charm. Lance had seen him leave the club with his fair share of women. What if he had the chance to eat her out? That thought sat even worse. He didn’t like the idea of someone else, much less another driver getting to see her like that. Recalling the look of her glazed over eyes when he tucked her in on the couch, he didn’t like the idea that he wasn’t the only one who had seen her like that.

He wasn’t typically a possessive man, but he also didn’t typically interact much with his occasional flings after the fact. He’d been single for awhile, hooking up here or there as he felt like it, girls aware of the situation, that it would be a one time thing. But for someone else to have made a move on what he viewed to have been his first didn’t sit right with him at all. He knew better then to confront either of them, he had no rights. But why was he upset about that?

Opening up Instagram for the first time in a week, he navigated to her profile. She had posted twice during the break, one a casual photo of her and some friends at dinner, the other a photo of her laying out at the beach. He tried to think back to where Norris had said he was spending the break. He said he was going somewhere warm, and he vaguely recalled an Instagram story of him on a jet ski. Had she gone with him?

Flipping through her story she had only two posts up. One of a photo outside the plane window, showing the dark runway at the Amsterdam airport, and one of what he presumed was her lunch from earlier. Neither of those were helpful in the slightest. He’d already started to edge towards creeper territory, so he might as well take it further.

Navigating to her tagged photos, he saw a new one from earlier that day. It showed a zoomed in photo of her on her phone, hair up in one of those messy clips and in a casual outfit, she seemed to be walking down the street. Reading the caption, it confirmed what he already knew. She was staying at the same hotel as all of the drivers.

Esteban had complained earlier to him that his room was next to Pierre and his girlfriend. Apparently the two had been going at it 24/7 for the past few days. Which meant that she hadn’t flown in with them and wasn’t staying with them. So who was she staying with? He didn’t know what she did for work but highly doubted she had forked over the money for overpriced luxury hotel.

Pulling up to the hotel, he exited the car. Tucking his phone back into his pocket, he thought about the upcoming sponsor event. He’d have to stop by for at least a few hours to socialize. It wasn’t really Fernando’s thing and someone had to represent the team well. At least they would serve dinner he thought to himself, the food was normally good at these things. As he headed up to his room, he ran through the rest of his weekend, analyzing what his engineer had told him earlier, all thoughts of Y/N leaving his head.

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A/N:

I really appreciate the support I’ve gotten on this story so far. If you guys could continue to like, comment, and reblog I would really appreciate it!

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 18/01/2024

MAGFest 2019: SiIvaGunner Presents - High Quality Ripping

Season 3 Featured on: MAGFest 2019

Presented by Nape Mango, Omknee, ShonicTH, Chaze the Chat, Harmony Friends, Trofflesby, Craz Xexe, Agent

Yeah, okay, this is cheating in a lot of ways - this is not on the SiIvaGunner channel, and its obviously not even a rip. But I felt it necessary to commemorate, as I mentioned briefly in Because I Love You, its finally time for MAGFest once again, and the SiIvaGunner team is to host their own panel there tomorrow! And in the spirit of that, I want to just...talk about SiIvaGunner and MAGFest, at least for a little bit. Because the first two panels in particular, the ones that marked the beginning and end of Season 3, are some of my all-time favorite videos associated with the SiIvaGunner channel.

A big part of the identity and gimmick of the channel itself, as you're likely well aware, is the bait-and-switch - to present it as a faceless entity simply uploading video game music, only to instead feature jokes, shitposts, edits, and so forth. Part of maintaining that kayfabe, then, is to intentionally obscure who makes what behind the scenes, to keep the real people under wraps for those who aren't going to dig deeper, in order to further sell the illusion of being an official VGM upload. The team does of course still give credit when its relevant, as any rip can be featured on an album be given full credits there, but just that degree of separation alone between casual fans and ones willing to download an album has probably led to a few too many people being unaware of who made their favorite rips. Back then, I typically fell somewhere in the middle - I wasn't actively using music listening software and thus missed out on listening to albums for a long time, but was still aware of some of the big names you'd see in comments sections, saw some shoutouts from Twitter, the works.

Yet with the two MAGFest panels of 2018 and 2019 respectively, it felt like the first time that the magnitude of what SiIvaGunner is and how much it means to people was revealed to me for the first time ever. The uploaded recording of the 2018 panel, posted by Chaze's own account, features a shot about seven minutes in that turns the camera to the crowd - and it's an absolutely packed-full room of nerds just like me. And even though I've never been able to go to any of these MAGFest panels due to travel costs and complications...just seeing how many people truly do care about SiivaGunner, in such a tangible way, something more than a number...it resonated with me, yknow?

Beyond that, these panels are just such fascinating pieces of history for the channel, such good time capsules in so many ways - and that's in a lot of ways why I chose to highlight the 2019 panel in particular. Rather than discussing the upbringings of the channel, it features members of the team reminiscing and going through Season 3's timeline of events in particular, going into surprising detail into the thought process and direction the various pieces of the year took - while also giving insights into the production of the Christmas Comeback Crisis, King for a Day Tournament, and more. I feel like with the turn from Season 3 to Season 4 Episode 1, you can really notice that the idea of "hype" for SiIvaGunner content becoming so much more prominent, so much more deliberately handled by the team, which is made all the more evident by the King for Another Day Tournament reveal live on stage.

Man, look, it's an hour-long panel, and there's so many small things that I still remember from it, despite last having seen it five years ago. The members talking about their favorite rips, giving a round of applause to all the rippers who couldn't come join them at the panel or on-stage, the very funny last-minute rips made to "celebrate" the channel being terminated a day earlier (one of which I've embedded as the Bandcamp link), and even some slight discussions on what SiIvaGunner as a channel means to the team, what it represents, and what their goals have been overtime. And, of course, the fucking incredible PowerPoint hijinx with Inspector Gadget, which I am 100% going to take as confirmed canon that Gadget's level of sentience and awareness of the real world is just the same as Woodman's and The Voice.

I have, of course, been told a number of times that I overanalyze SiIvaGunner, that I'm uncovering depth that's clearly not intentional, looking too much into a silly meme channel. And sure, I'd admit that I do overthink things to a degree, anyone who read Vote Responsibly!! should be able to tell you as much. Yet its stuff like these in-depth behind-the-scenes looks, these moments of getting a face and a voice to attach to the works, that really just felt super validating to me even back then - that the intentions and goals of the channel that I myself had picked up on were in fact some sort of direction that the team itself were steering toward. And though Nape Mango does indeed declare in this very panel that "Everything is a coincidence with SiIvaGunner", I'm forever in awe at just how good the team has been at lining those coincidences up into something genuinely incredible.

We SilvaGunner, We Rip.

[lem-argentum]

HIHI UM BEFORE I MAKE ANY DT POSTS here’s all of the commentary i had from doing the post-ew quests a few months ago :’>!!! JUST FOR CHRONOLOGICAL CONSISTENCY IN MY LIVEBLOG TAG….. THESE PATCHES WEREN’T MY FAVORITE BUT I HAD FUN 💛💛💛

I LOVE ZERO I LIKE HER SO MUCH AND SHE IS SO APLATONIC TO ME. 💛✨💛✨💛 even though they go the ‘ooo realizing the meaning of friendship~~’ route with her — she’s apl. i believe this in my heart. <33 (the line where a kid goes “you don’t know what a friend is???” and she goes “what. you Do?” <333)

this game honestly does fanservice so rarely that when the es.tinien working out scene came up i was likeWHAT????????????? . i feel like i dodged a bullet that they decided to do this with him instead of th.ancred or something because it would’ve been so over for me.

i enjoyed the ru.bicante and bar.bariccia fights a lot >:D!!!! ESPECIALLY THE LATTER I THOUGHT HER MECHANICS WERE REALLY FUN AND CHALLENGING, IT WAS THE FIRST TIME I HAD TO LOOK UP A VIDEO GUIDE BECAUSE THE TEXT ONES WERE TOO COMPLICATED HFNSKN. <33

^*WHO* GAVE HIM PERMISSION TO SAY THIS STUPID GAY SENTIMENTAL LINE. I WAS *NOT* PREPARED FOR HIM TO GIVE THAT ANSWER I WAS SO WHFKZHKEJFKD ??????!!?!/!/? !!!!!!!!!!

^AND THIS PART OF HIS CODEX ENTRY. OW!!!!!!!!!!!

THFNE QUESTS ON THE FIRST. AA HHHHHHHH .WAA AAHHHHH. WAAAAH (<-shadow.bringers fan.) so emotional about it. seeing everyone doing well and being excited to see me and talking about my friends and cheering us on :’). weh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THE R.YNE AND ZERO MOMENTS. AAHH TvT <333!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

^THIS EXCHANGE. I COULD CRYYYYYY SHE’S SO CUTE. MY DAUGHTER. EHEHFKNWMW <333

i liked gol.bez’s story.. and v.rtra and az.daja were so sweet i felt for them. waugh. </3 void quests good!!!!!!

GAIA SHOWING UP MADE ME SMILE TOO. I ASSUME SHE’S ONLY THERE IF YOU’VE DONE THE EDEN RAIDS…?? IN WHICH CASE, YAY. I LOVE U EDEN <3 ^^

kr.ile’s pictomancer outfit is SOOO CUTE. I LOVE HER AND AM SO GLAD SHE’S GETTING STORY FOCUS. (and hashtag ff.vi win, relm mention) <3333

the themes raha represents touch me more than any other character and whenever she turns towards me to say something one-on-one i’m immediately like Okkkk you’re about to try to make me cry. okay. sure. thankyou. 💛

THAN & URI BEING MYSTERIOUS WHILE ALSO GOING TO THE SAME DESTINATION IS SO. HELP. because rudy would ABSOLUTELY ask if he could invite them along or at the VERY LEAST tell them about it + how much he’ll miss them, assuming him and than would be together by now. SO THEY’D HAVE TO EITHER LIE TO RUDY OR DELIBERATELY AVOID HIM WHICH ARE BOTH SO WNFKDJFKD. idk we’ll see where the canon writing goes later or whatever. <3

and non-story related thoughts from when i was playing:!!!!

i got rudy the cool pvp background for his reaper portrait and INSTANTLY when i did a roulette someone complimented it. immediate payoff. thank u red mage in bardam’s mettle <3

i had the sweetest leveling roulette experience in vanaspati where the healer + other dps were both new and i had only done it once, we all died on the second boss except for the paladin so we were all just cheering her on & emoting at her in the chat from outside the arena EHEDFN <33. and then on the third boss it was just me and her who survived so we did it together and ough :’). she kept casting clemency + cover on me to keep me alive and i made sure to keep her in crest of time returned-range and awwh it was so fun . we won and all cheered about it afterwards ehehe <)!!!!!!!!!! <3333

so many of the songs in this game use motifs from other ones and i’m only just now noticing most of them and i’m losing my mind about it . i swear every time i start humming along to one i go WAAAAIT A SECOND…………. (the tomorrow and tomorrow lyrics are in the background of the crystarium night theme. the sharlayan themes use stuff from flow. WHERE IN TIMEE ALL SHALL AS HOPEE BE REBORNNNN. AAHHHHH)

^on a similar note, i’ve been seeing the end.walker title screen this entire time and never thought anything of it but now whenever i open it i’m like TALES OF LOSSSSS AND FIIIIIIRE AND FAIIIIITHHHHHHH 🎶🎶🎶 <333

I LEVELED ASTROLOGIAN TO LVL80 SO I DID THE SHB HEALER ROLE QUESTS AND IM SO WWWAAAHHMFKDNFK. ARDBERTTTTTT. and GIOTT. IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE NPCS EVER NOW I KNEW I WOULD LIKE HER AND SHE IS SO AWESOME AND SHE SHOULD BE IN MORE QUESTS. THANKS. I MISS HER ALREADY. <3 THIS IS MY BELOVED DWARF WHO MAKES FUN OF ME AND HITS THINGS WITH HAMMERS <3333

i want to do all the shb role quests because AGHGH WARRIORS OF DARKNESS/!!!/!!!! but i do *not* want to level a tank class ever TwT. but that + magic dps i will do eventually….. for shadow.bringers………. 💛💛💛

[lainternet99]

ENTRY #31

A friend of mine today decided to try being a student for a day in the program I'm in and I will say, college has swayed her over! She can't wait till she graduates from high school! Seeing her talk about what she did and how she felt really made my day, as sappy as it sounds.

As for me, I barely managed to get to class on time. I saw the teacher on my way and I told him why I was running late and he was surprised to hear that my friend planned on joining my college. He told me to go in the classroom first so that I won't be counted late. The class was so interesting; we watched a video discussing what could the first language possibly be and a theory suggests that the ancient egyptian hierglyphic system may be the first full alphabet. I had so much fun.

I had a long break, so I decided to do my homework and then get my friend to introduce her to the studyroom. She was so shy, but had such a giddy smile. I found myself having lots of fun telling her about how things go here. I had to leave her due to my english class.

Speaking of english, we finished the play of Antigone. We have to write an essay of 650 words; 325 per paragraph. I don't know what I'll write about yet, but I'll surely get an idea before Wednesday. I loved the class regarding greek drama. I hope I do cool things like that in other classes. She also handed us back our exam and said we could use them as guide to avoid similar mistakes. I got a 90% and after reading the teacher's comments, I'm more than flattered. My classmates got 89% and 82%, which is really good. I discussed what I wrote with one of the two as we left class.

After that, I went back to the studyroom to join my friend. We hung out a bit, then I showed her where all my classes were and answered some of her questions. We then walked around a bit and we had to go back since my friend had told me that I could take my water bottle from her locker (I had forgotten it last week and asked her to keep it with her). We then went to the cafeteria and she bought lemon bread and split half with me, then got up and left to catch the bus. We made it just in time, too. We chatted all the way as we headed back and now that I think about it, I think we were kinda loud... oops. We got off and she invited me to eat at her house, to which my mom said yes. However, her mother didn't agree, but I suggested to reschedule another time and she agreed. We then split and went on about our day.

As of right now, I'm at home, both comfortable and stressing out. Comfortable because I'm at home, but stressing out because I have so much to do. I have a german lab assignment to do, plus some more in french. Not to mention I'm going apple-picking tomorrow at 3 P.M. The only day I'll be able to truly relax will be Sunday... at least I hope I get to.

RATE OF THE DAY: 10/10

—— lainternet99

[doodling-doodle]

Through The Eras (CH.7)

It had been about a week. Wanderlust had made up with his father, he was feeling better, he got it back together.

So now, he had to plan for Music Video Awards. Honestly, it might have been his favorite of the award shows! And he just found out he was actually presenting!

But, he had time. Jack was right, he needed to slow down- oh, speaking of which, he was meeting with him again today.

Cross-posted on ao3

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“Okay… So we have Eva Chase, Estrella, Dahlia, Cygnus, my father and myself performing.” Wanderlust said, somewhat talking to himself, somewhat to the team as he paced the recently built stage, “Anyone else?”

“No, Your Highness.”

“Okay! So that means they have their songs to rehearse and stages to build for themselves.” Wanderlust said, “so that’s mostly taken care of. My outfits are being worked on and I’m already planning my own performance.”

“And you’ll also be presenting, correct?”

“Yep! I won’t have anything massive for my performance, you don’t need to worry too much about it.”

“But, Your Highness-”

“Really, it’s no problem. I got a plan.” He smiled, walking off the stage, “Make sure the decor is up by the end of the next two weeks, and if there’s issues, let me know.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Please.” He said, smiling, “Wanderlust.”

The team nodded, and he started walking out, “I have to run, I’ll be back tomorrow. Keep up the good work, guys!”

“Yes, Your- Wanderlust! Thank you!”

He smiled, pulling out his phone as he walked out of the venue, checking the time and his texts. There was one from Brezziana.

“Hey! You free for a quick chat? I’m on break right now.”

“Sure, On my way. You okay?”

“I’m good, but something weird happened and I want to know what you think of it.”

Ah crap. What now?

“On the way.”

He quickly opened the portal, running through and almost running to the beach to find Brezz. 

She was sitting on a bench, with her lifeguard hat still on, and she looked over when she heard him, smiling.

“Hey! What’s going on?” He asked as she ran up to hug him.

“1. Happy to see you again, 2… Sit down for this, don’t… know what to do.”

He nodded, “What happened? Don’t tell me someone died.” 

He needed to lighten the mood somehow, Brezz looked stressed.

“Well, no, but…” She sighed, “It’s Khloe…”

Oh. Fuck.

“What do you mean?” He asked, and she took out her phone.

“Last night… I was just walking home.”

She played a video, Khloe with a hoodie on and in an ally- he knew where that was, next to a restaurant actually- meeting with a guy. They were talking, but couldn’t be heard, and he handed her a case. He recognized the style of it, the same style that his gun case was. She opened it, checked it, closed it, hugged the guy, who was likely Dealer, and left.

Well, now what?

“What to you think she was doing?” Brezz asked, “Should we… Tell Jack?”

Okay, how does he go about this? Tell the truth? Act shocked?... Frankly, he didn’t have the energy to lie much anymore. About anything. And he knew what Khloe was doing, he knew it was likely for him too. He knew it was innocent. But he wondered if they were fully out of Eternyx if this happened outside of there. Fuck yeah, that’s a win at least.

Okay, enough time had passed, he had to talk.

“Uh…” He started, “Look, Jack knows, I think he told her to do this. No harm done.”

She looked shocked, “Are you sure?! This is really shady!”

“I know what she’s doing here. Really, She’s not doing anything harmful.” He said, shrugging, “He’s an old friend of her’s and Jack’s- you remember the guy he was talking about at his show at Scarlets? Yeah, this is him. Jack mentioned that Khloe was meeting with him to get something for me, that’s likely what she’s doing here.”

She blinked, nodding slightly, “I… Okay, at least I didn’t ask her about it, I thought it was way worse…”

“Understandable.” He sighed, “You did the right thing. But thank you for not going to deck her.”

She chuckled, smiling softly, “I didn’t want to explain that to Jack.”

“Shit, speaking of him, what time is it, I have to meet up with him.” He stood, pulling out his phone to check the time. He had ten minutes.

“I have to get back to work anyway.” Brezz said, standing, “Have to make sure no ones drowning.”

“Please do. That’s important!” He smiled, hugging her before she picked up her bag, “You've saved me quite a few times now.”

“Well maybe you should learn how to swim!”

He chuckled, “Trust me. I’m trying.” He said, “I’ll see you soon, alright?”

“See you soon!” He said, throwing up a portal and walking through, back to the city.

He decided to walk around a little to clear his mind. It would just get foggy again when he saw Jack, but he figured that it would be better if he had a clearer mind to start with. If he had a clearer mind, maybe he wouldn’t make a mess of himself like he did last time… He didn’t want to talk, or think about that.

So now, he was laying on the rooftop, about two minutes early. He honestly could go to sleep, the distant sounds of the bustling city night-life relaxing him somehow.

“Wander?” 

He turned his head, seeing Jack with a tray of snacks and two glasses of red wine.

“Hey!” He said, smiling and sitting up as Jack walked up to him, sitting on the ledge and setting the tray down, giving him one of the glasses.

“How’s the prep going for the MVA’s?” Jack asked as he sipped at his wine.

“Good! We have the performers set and that’s up to them to finish up, but I’ll actually be presenting!” He replied, setting his glass back down, looking at the tray of snacks, “You didn’t have to do all this, you know…” He said, smiling softly as Jack shrugged.

“You need a little treat. Figured I’d treat you for you.”

He giggled softly, picking up a few crackers from the tray. Truthfully, it wasn’t the most extravagant thing- and it didn’t have to be- but it was really sweet. It was a small tray, but filled with cheese, crackers, and chocolate covered strawberries. Jack must have remembered when he said that it was one of his favorite, easy comfort snacks. 

“Thanks, Jack…” He said, smiling and looking at him. 

“Not a problem.” He replied, raising his glass in cheers, which Wanderlust returned.

“That actually wine in there or blood?” Wanderlust asked, kind of joking.

“Mix of both.” Jack replied, shrugging, “I need to be more on top of it. I put it off for a while when… you know, it first happened.”

“Yeah… do you need some kind of supply?”

“Turns out Vampires isn’t just an Eternyx thing!” Jack said, leaning back on his arm slightly, “Sun Horizon has an actual blood bank for Vampires. I’ve been going there for it.”

“That’s good…” He sighed, “Is, uh… Is Khloe fully out of Eternyx?”

“Yeah! She moved to Sun Horizon- that’s how I learned about the blood bank… Why?”

“Uh…” He looked down, “Brezz saw her… with Dealer.”

Jack’s eyes went wide.

“I told her that it was innocent! But, she took a video… She wanted to know if she should tell you… I just don’t want Khloe to get hurt- Brezz didn’t say anything to her, bu-but-”

“Does she know what she got?” Jack asked.

“No! I don’t even know, but… If it’s for me… she could have gotten hurt or killed for my sake, and…”

Jack quickly shifted, holding his shoulders firmly, “Stop.” He said.

Oh.

“Yes. It was for you. It was the knives. I was going to get the case for you before you left. But, she knows what she’s doing. It would not be your fault if she got hurt…”

He nodded quickly.

“Your stressed.” Jack continued. It was more of a statement then a question.

“Yeah…” He said, “Just… still reeling, I guess…” He sighed, shaking his head as he started taking his braid out and crown off, “I’m kinda stuck in my own cycle…”

“I get it.” Jack said. “It’s okay, Wander. You’ll get out of it eventually.”

He smiled softly, hearing Discoball appear behind him, and felt them snuggle into his side.

“Hey, bud…” He said, looking down and smiling softly, “You trying to tell me to go to bed?”

They nodded, glowing slightly brighter.

“Alright…” He said, sighing and drinking what was left in his glass, “You win.”

“Let me get the knives for you.” Jack said, standing, “I’ll be back.” 

He walked back down to his apartment, and Wanderlust ate a bit more of what was left on the tray… he was honestly really hungry. He didn’t eat much today.

So he ended up eating pretty much all of it.

“I’ll teach you how to knife fight soon.” Jack said as he walked back up to the roof, handing him the case.

He nodded, standing and taking it from Jack, “Thank you… fair warning, I… won’t be around much for the next week… This is the week that mostly everyone will be working on rehearsals, and I’m the one that really runs the MVA’s… So…”

“That’s fine.” Jack said, “Good luck.”

He smiled up at him, hugging him tight and feeling one in return, “Thank you, Jack…” 

“No problem.” Jack replied, “Go and get some sleep.” 

He nodded, “I’ll talk to you in the morning?”

“Talk to you in the morning.”

He threw open a portal, waving to Jack as he went to his room in the Hotel. He put the knives in his safe under his bed, threw his crown on his vanity with the rest of his jewery, and he changed his clothes before laying down.

He needed to get up early tomorrow… He wondered if he could get away with wearing slightly more comfortable clothes, while still looking like he put effort in… he knew Eva Chase was doing that.

Yeah. He was going to figure that out.

…

Jack sighed as he got dressed, admittedly, in less dressy clothes then normal. He was meeting up with Brezz in Sun Horizon, it was her day off from Lifegaurding, so it was a good time for them. 

He was dressed in dark purple cargo pants, and a red, baggy, long-sleeved shirt. He stared at his arms for a few minutes before rolling down his sleeves fully. He hated it. He hated what he let that woman do to him. For years… He missed his tattoo. At least that distracted him from some of them. But after she ripped his arm to near shreds, he got it removed fully… Every one of his old friends had that tattoo. Khloe still had it on her back. Dealer had it on his leg… 

He didn’t know what to do with the scars. The only part of his body that was spared was his legs. But no one other then his old friends and his therapist knew about the scars. 

One day, he’d tell everyone… Maybe starting with Wander.

One day. Not today.

But, he needed to get going. He didn’t want to be late.

He decided to bring his butterfly knife with him, so he could hide it in his pocket easily, but it would still be easy to grab. His gun was in his backpack. He learned to always have a weapon or two on him. He loved the streets that were his home when he was younger, but, people could be violent. People from Cygnus would try and come find them, and they fought back… Only a few times had someone actually been killed down there. Most of the time, it was just injuries that people could walk away from, and that was what he always tried to do. His gun was always only ever his last resort… but that didn’t mean he didn’t use it against someone once.

Anyway, he needed to go now. He needed to get to Sun Horizon.

Which meant he needed to get to the SpaceTime Hotel… He still felt a little weird about going to the Hotel without Wander inviting him of being with him. He felt like- well, knew The Traveler still wasn’t fond of him, and it kinda made more since now that he knew that there was a past with Night Swan… But he didn’t excuse it at all.

He tried to rush through and hope that The Traveler wasn’t there, but…

“Jack?”

He jumped slightly when he heard it, “Sweet Mother of Seilos-! Oh… Oh, it’s just you…” He turned, seeing the Traveler behind him on the staircase, “Oh, you scared the shit out of me!” He tried to laugh it off, shaking his head, “Good morning!”

“Morning… What are you doing here? Wander’s at the rehearsals.” The Traveler asked.

“Meeting with Brezziana!” He replied, “Though I do have something for Wander, I was going to put it at his door. Feel bad for him, I know he’s probably tired.”

“I didn’t even see him this morning.” The Traveler said, shaking his head slightly, “Don’t let me hold you up. Have fun with Brezz.”

“Thanks! See ya later!” He quickly went up the stairs, taking a sharp breath as he got away from him and found Wander’s door, quickly setting down the box that he forgot last night before finding the portal to Sun Horizon.

He just needed to find Brezz… And hopefully she didn’t want to kill him or Khloe for what happened the other night with Dealer, but, shit he wanted to see him again…

He’d try and get in touch tomorrow.

…

Okay… So things didn’t go to plan for the rehearsals. Dahlia couldn’t get the props she was hoping for, since it needed a bigger stage, Cygnus’ props were too heavy and, even with it reinforced, would likely bend the stage. Excuse him, but why the fuck did he want heavy metals on the stage anyway?? Eva seemed like the only one who was going smoothly. She had a unique idea, and he was excited for that one.

But man, it was awkward around Cygnus. He tried to just act normal, but it was hard.

So now, he was talking to him to figure out an alternative to the prop dilemma, since Dahlia’s was being resolved with another person.

“So, we do have a few options, thankfully.” He said as he led Cygnus back onto the stage, “If your set on the gear-swans, those can stay metal but it needs to be on the edge of the stage. For the rest- like the piles of metal that you would kick over, the table, all the stuff on the table- that needs to be another material.”

“What can we make it, then?” Cygnus asked, “Becuase I want it to at least sound like it’s metal when it falls.”

“Well… That part, I’m not sure…” He tapped on his notebook, “Uh… Does it have to be that? Would you be open to… prop glass, or something like that? At least for the things to knock off the table?”

“Hmm… Sure, I can see that.”

“Good!” He was getting somewhere at least, this dude was scary- “The floor props that stay still, that could be plastic or 3D-printed if you’d like.”

“Printed.”

“Okay! Uh- stage lifts…” He walked over to one, “So, I think these could hold the swans if it’s just the wire ones…”

“I can work with that.” Cygnus said, walking up behind him, “And I assume that means the tesla coils are off the table?”

“As cool as it would be, yes.” He chuckled a little, “So… What else was there that you needed, anything?”

“Not for now. When can I have my next rehearsal?”

“Uh, let me see…” He quickly flipped through his notebook, looking for the times for him, “Uh- Next week, Monday, 12:00 PM.” 

“Perfect.” Cygnus said, “So I’m set for now?”

“Yep!”

“Awesome.” He held out his hand, “Thank you, Your Highness.”

“Please.” He shook his hand, smiling softly, “Call me Wanderlust.”

“As you wish.” Cygnus said, bowing and tipping his hat slightly as he walked away.

He sighed softly, staring as he walked out of the room, and likely out of the building… He looked so much like Jack, yet not like him at all. He acted like Jack, but almost didn’t even remotely seem like him. He honestly didn’t know if he should talk to Jack about it… maybe if he brought it up.

Right- Eva, he needed to look for Eva Chase, he wanted to talk to her a little about… her plan.

He found himself humming while he walked around, looking for her.

She was behind the stage, talking to someone who was taking her measurements, likely the costume designer. He waited in the corner, tapping on his notebook and flipping through it quickly for her rehearsal times, glancing up every few minutes, eventually seeing her shake costume designers hand, and they bowed their head slightly to him before walking out.

“Uh… Miss Chase?” He asked hesitantly as he walked up to her.

She turned to him, smiling softly as she put her bag back down on the vanity, “Your Highness.” She said, curtseying to him, “What can I do for you?”

“Well- uh…” He sighed slightly, “I wanted to talk to you… about your performance.”

“What would you like to know?” She asked, leaning on the vanity.

“Well… I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little worried.” He said, walking across from her, “It’s a great idea. Frankly, I love it. But…” He tapped his book softly, “I’m not gonna sugarcoat this- we both know it will be controversial. And… It will be in front of Paparazzai.”

She chuckled, “It won’t be any worse then when you sang Enchanted. I’m not worried.”

“I’m worried for you. Not your reputation or anything. You.” He said, “It could put you… In danger. Since there will be Paparazzai, and… you and I both know they get insane sometimes.”

She nodded, “Well, thank you for the concern… I personally am not worried, but, would there be something to put you at ease?”

“Let me walk you to your ride afterwards?” He asked, “It’s either I leave with you or Dahila, and… circumstances, I’d rather leave with you.”

She nodded, “Okay. Deal.” She said, smiling softly, “I appreciate that, Your Highness. Thank you for your concern.”

“It’s what I do.” He smiled, “Uh, your next rehearsal is on Tuesday, it’s at 10:00 AM.”

“That’s perfect for me.”

“Good!” He stood back up straight, still smiling, “Your set for now… Go home and get some rest, get your props ready, and costume going, Okay?”

“Okay.” She stood up, holding her hand out, which he quickly shook, “You get some rest as well.”

“Thank you. Enjoy your evening.”

She picked her bag back up, quickly walking out, and he watched her walk out of the back exit. He sighed, running a hand down his face as he stood, walking back out of the room and too the main stage, seeing Dahila with one of the staff members. She seemed to be doing fine with the new ideas for the props.

“Oh, Your Highness, there you are!” The staff member said, “Did both Cygnus and Eva leave?”

“Yeah. Cygnus likes the ideas I gave him for the stage, and Miss Chase is getting her costume designed.”

Wait. Shit. He forgot to tell Eva that she could call him Wanderlust…

“Well, if that’s the case, you are free to go.” They said, smiling, “I have Dahlia, and Estrella left already.”

“Cool…” He said, smiling softly, “You have a good night, get some rest.”

“You as well, sir. Have a good evening.”

“Thank you.” He walked past them, managing to throw open a portal to his room-

He tripped on seemingly nothing, falling onto his side, groaning. Shit, was he that tired?

“Fuck me…” He mumbled, trying to get back up, but struggling.

“Disco…?” He asked softly, and they quickly appeared by his side, trying to help him back to his feet by letting him wrap his arms around them and floating up.

He sat on his bed, slowly un-braiding his hair to get his crown off, prying his shoes off, and changing back into a hoodie and shorts to sleep in.

He’d get up early tomorrow. He’d shower, get more coffee, all of it. He wouldn’t put on any makeup so-… He forgot to take his makeup off.

He groaned, trying to sit up to get out of bed, and before he did, he saw Discoball dropping his makeup wipes on his bed.

He smiled softly, “Thank you…” He mumbled, picking them up and opening the pack, pulling a few out and wiping his face off.

“Did I get it all?” He asked, and Discoball nodded.

He quickly laid back down, pulling the blankets back up to go to sleep. 

He’d be fine. It was only a few more weeks, so it wasn’t the worst.

Hopefully… Maybe…

Please?

[cryptidsurveys]

Friday, August 16th, 2024.

Have you had more hot or cold drinks today? I've had something like 20% hot and 80% cold.

What's a name you like that's similar to yours? I don't have any special fondness for names similar to mine.

Where did you get the last plate/bowl you ate with from? It's a giant red mug decorated with gingerbread houses. I bought it at Walmart last year during the holiday season.

How's your mental health today? It's decent. I'm a lot better at bouncing back from stress/overwhelm than I once was. Things that used to crush me are now basically resolved within 24 hrs.

What bands and artists did you listen to when you were a teenager? I listened to a lot of alternative rock/metal on the radio; I don't think I could list out all of the bands I liked because it was more like a song here, a song there, etc. But some regulars (meaning I had their CDs or made mixtapes of their music) were Evanescence, Three Days Grace, Green Day, My Chemical Romance, Creed, Sarah McLachlan, Linkin Park, and J-rock artists/bands like Malice Mizer, Gackt, Gazette, etc.

Do your feelings get hurt easily? They can. I still struggle with my sense of self-worth and the belief that maybe I deserve to be treated badly, like it's my karma or something, but I'm actually starting to get annoyed when people are needlessly rude to me. I know - pick your battles - but maybe I'll finally start sticking up for myself instead of constantly taking it...?

What sort of restaurant did you last eat at? I went to lunch with my parents at Black Eyed Pea a little over a week ago.

Do you have a friend who's always sending you TikTok videos? Do you actually watch them? Oliver often sends me funny little videos, and yes, I do actually watch (and appreciate) them. We have a very similar sense of humor.

Have you ever seen a cougar in the wild? I haven't.

Will you attend a wedding in the next 3 months? No.

Are you good at following instructions? Yeah, for the most part, unless they're ridiculously complicated or dealing with something I know very little about (like car mechanics, for instance).

What's your backyard or outdoor area like? The backyard is fairly large and rather overgrown.

Do you like your boss? Or your last boss if you don't currently have one? Even though I'm just a volunteer, I consider Leslie and Iris my "bosses." I do like them.

When was the last time you took a selfie? Wednesday. It was of me with the new kitten.

What did you have for breakfast yesterday? Oatmeal.

What do you do to entertain yourself on a long flight or journey? I haven't been on a long flight or road trip in years, but I would probably entertain myself with audiobooks, podcasts, music, daydreaming, random snapshots of the scenery, chats with my dad (if he happened to be along with me)…

Where are you right now? I'm at home, in my bedroom.

Have you ever done a hearing test? Yeah.

Do you hate small talk? It can feel a bit awkward. I try my best, but I just don't know what to say.

What's the hottest temperature your current town/city has ever had? 109*F.

What programs/applications do you currently have open on the device you're using right now? Microsoft Edge and Krita (art program).

How many steps per day do you do, generally? I'm not sure. If I'm at the animal shelter, then probably a whole bunch because I'm almost always on my feet. However, when I wore a step counter back when I worked at the pet shop, the total was often underwhelming. Not nearly as much as I would have guessed - again, especially considering I was moving around all day long.

Have you had any snacks today? Yeah. I typically have 3 meals and at least 2 snacks, plus random bits of whatever.

What's the next thing you'll tick off your to-do list? Probably pick out my clothes for tomorrow. I hate rummaging around trying to find things in the morning.

Have you ever had a chia pet? No.

What's your favourite sandwich filling? Lol, probably cheese. I eat primarily cheese-based sandwiches these days.

Do you have any nieces or nephews? I don't.

What was the last reason you saw a doctor? For a check-up.

Do you use light mode or dark mode on your phone? I guess light mode…?