#weekend have to figure out how to put gas in my car so i can meet carrie and pick up the stupid fucking cat tree i sent to mn

[fooltofancy]

gonna curl up in a stupid little ball w fields of asphodel (beloved) and try to sleep, the piles of things looming can goddamn wait.

[writingstoraes]

out to the world 🌎

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: instagram imagine/social media au

notes: not proofread and not revised so please expect errors hehehe please lmk what u think by replying or messaging and if u wanna be part of my taglist! <3

about: fans and people in the paddock have been trying to figure out whether charles is in a relationship or not. amongst the rumors, charles has had enough after seeing a series of mean comments about you.

paddocksays

liked by pierregasly, charloslove, leclercs, and 20,078 others

paddocksays F1 Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc spotted with a mystery woman having a splendid time on a yacht in Maranello. The same race weekend, Charles was accompanied by the same woman outside of Ferrari's HQ and he was seemingly very protective of her and apparently came out of the doors holding hands.

Is the Monegasquè finally off the market?

leclercs WHAT THE FUCK PIERRE LIKED?????

dr3stappen when will he make a dummy acc so hes not slipping on stuff like this 💀

ferrarifan Ok but Pierre liking doesn't confirm it,,, man probably thought this was pure bs and had a laugh

leclercs they were holding hands...

ferrarifans Dont you hold hands with your friends? Are you friendless?

charleswdc OMG go king so deserved

ferraritifosi Does it matter? She is probably a gold digger anyways.

ferrari1 Yeahhh lol riding off on that ferrari paycheck Charles has

16lecs55 Lol his ex was prettier

paddocksays

liked by charleswdc, dr3stappen, maxyracey, and 76,095 others

paddocksays Ferrari's very own lover boy? Charles Leclerc spotted out and about today on the streets of Monte Carlo with the same woman he was with in Italy. The "couple" is definitely not trying to be subtle.

Fans suspect that the woman is Y/N Y/L/N, a friend of Alex Albon's girlfriend, Lily.

tifosi1 Not even trying to hide the PDA, she is definitely using him

ferrarilover Clearly she wants some clout and some 💸💸💸

charleswdc they are trying to be subtle yall just dont know how to give them privacy ffs

ferrari1655 Not good enough for him lol he can do a lot better

sainzchamp ohhhh she ugly why is he even w her 💀💀💀

charles_leclerc

liked by carlossainz55, danielricciardo, lilymhe, and 2,450,334 others

charles_leclerc Up until now I never thought I could meet someone so loving, kind, and mesmerizing in all ways possible. To the only person I want to dance all my dances with, tell my ridiculously unfunny jokes to, and parade the streets with at midnight because we were craving pizza, you have my whole heart.

I am in a very loving relationship and I have never been happier. I ask everyone who's been making awful, unwarranted comments about Y/N to stop. All rumours and hearsays about her that paint her i negative light are not true. She does not deserve any of it and is the best person I know.

carlossainz55 I'm not the best person you know???

pierregasly Hurts, right?

charles_leclerc Please get out of my mentions 🙏

yourusername me? after your money? you havent even paid me when i put gas in all of your cars

charleswdc LMAOOOO SHES SO

charles_leclerc Will wire it to you now, chèrie 😘

yourusername no need, just bought u a new car

lilymhe MY LOVESSS ❤️❤️❤️ where are the mean comments im ready to fight

danielricciardo My man finally hard launched 🎉

yukitsunoda0511 MY PARENTS!!!!

yourusername kidding asside, je taime my love 🤍 my always in all ways!

pierregasly I feel like I had something to do with this

landonorris Please make a dump account dude

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tagging: @slytherheign <333

notes: this took me almost two hours lmaooo lmk what u think!!! ill be making a directory soon with all of my works i just need to figure out how to do masterlists 🥹 tysm for reading 🤍

[seat-safety-switch]

Relying on a network of package delivery folks to sustain ourselves is an interesting new way to live. My grandparents probably got one or two parcels each a year, and it was a whole-ass event when it happened. Crowd the whole family around. This box came from another town. Let's open it together.

Now, I get thirty or forty packages a week. That's only a slight exaggeration, but you can understand the scale of the problem we're dealing with. As with everyone else in this era, we are constantly ordering things from faceless automatons and expecting them to get here on time. So it's extra mysterious when you see a message like this in the parcel-smashing-company's online parcel tracking:

"Due to an emergency situation, the package has been delayed."

That's okay. The roads were pretty bad. I can't judge another worker for preserving their own safety, especially not when they're just delivering me some old car parts. They are, of course, car parts that I desperately need this weekend so that I can put them on a shelf while I wait for more car parts to arrive in order to complete the job. The next day, though, I got a whole different message:

"Uncontrollable events have delayed delivery."

Okay, that's enough. I decided to call in to the faceless parcel-smashing corporation's customer-support line, figure out what was wrong, really get to the bottom of all this. How dare you hold onto my garbage? How dare you not deliver it?

Turns out that the driver, my fellow working comrade, had taken a look at his options. He could drive through the blowing snow to deliver me a bunch of junk. Or, he could look at his gas gauge and realize he had just enough fuel to make it all the way to Mexico. Start a new life. Make different choices. Be a better person this time. Stay warm. I can't begrudge him a vacation, but I hope when his conscience is back in control that he ships back my parts using a different courier than I did.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

The Other Half Part Twenty Two

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Notes: Angst was requested, so angst ye shall receive. Welcome to the Thanksgiving episode.

Warnings: Smidge of fluff with a heaping of angst; reader has a mother and father, neither are described physically

Summary: It had gotten off to a good start. 

Your parents had been so buoyant and excited as they’d gotten off of the jet, and as Bruce had driven you all to the manor. The manor had incited a wave of ooing and aahing as Bruce had given them a tour. You’d departed for the kitchen, trying to help Alfred, but he’d merely steered you onto a stool and made you a strong cup of tea to steady your nerves. 

You're a little surprised when Bruce’s eyes glaze over at the idea. You’ve never seen him actively check out from a conversation like this before. You raise your hand, gently waving it in front of his face.

“Honey?” You press. “Did you hear me?” 

Bruce clears his throat, averting his gaze to the kitchen counter. You frown as he takes up his glass of wine, drawing deeply from it.

“I haven't thought about it,” He finally admits.

“Well, what do you usually do for Thanksgiving?” 

He shrugs. “Not much. Alfred makes dinner.”

“So it’s like any other day?” You tease, trying to lighten the mood. He smiles tightly, taking up the bottle of wine and topping off your glasses. 

“I guess,” He offers. You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to figure out where you can possibly take the conversation next. 

“Well,” You lean into it a little, drawing your wine glass closer to yourself. “My parents have invited us to Metropolis for Thanksgiving, and I wanted to know if you wanted to come.”

“You’re definitely going?”

“I mean, you said you don’t have any other plans, and I don’t. Michelle is doing a Friendsgiving that weekend, but I don’t have anything else going on, day-of. And…” You press your lips together, trying to gather your thoughts, fighting off the swell of emotion. You focus on your wine, incredibly wary of how you go on: “I haven’t seen my parents since you brought them here. Mom’s been harping on me to visit.” Among other things—but you don't want to get into all that now.

“Why haven’t you?”

“Work, and the press, and just,” You shake your head. “There’s been a lot going on. I haven’t accrued any time off at work, but we get Thanksgiving and the Friday off, so I figured I’d leave Wednesday night, and get back on Saturday in time for Friendsgiving.” 

“How are you getting there?” 

“I’ll rent a car.”

Bruce gives you a stern sidelong glance. 

“You can borrow one of mine if you insist on driving.”

“The tumbler?”

“You’d be disappointed in the gas mileage.” 

“Bummer.”

Bruce thinks for a moment before he leans against the counter. 

“Is anyone else going to be at Thanksgiving?”

“Just the three of us—four, if you decide to come.” 

“Alright. Tell you what: why don’t you invite your parents here. We’ll have Thanksgiving at the manor. They can stay the night.” 

Your brows raise in surprise. 

“You seriously want to do that?”

“Yes.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“...Are you concussed?”

Bruce rolls his eyes, resting his arms atop the counter and taking hold of your hands in his. 

“Invite them, see what they say. Alright?”

“Alright,” You nod. “We’ll have to tell Alfred.”

“Let’s just see what they say first.” 

Your eyes narrow slightly. He’s got to be bluffing. Thanksgiving is next week—there isn’t much time to get everything confirmed. Travel plans need to be made, shopping lists need to be created, rooms at the manor probably need to be aired out. 

“Alright,” You shrug. “Let’s ask.” You draw your phone out of your pocket, swiping open to your contacts. 

“You're going to call right now?”

“Sooner’s better than later, right?” You tap your mother’s contact, then put the phone on speaker, setting it on the counter. Your eyes flit toward Bruce, and you find him eyeing your phone like a ticking time bomb. 

“Sweetie!” Your mother screeches, and you can’t help but smile. 

“Hey, mom.” 

“How are you? I’ve been trying to reach you all week!” 

That’s on purpose. There are some things that your mother’s been bringing up lately that you just don’t want to talk about…Things that you haven’t even told Bruce. 

“I know, it’s been a lot of phone tag, I’m sorry about that. Listen, I wanted to talk to you about Thanksgiving—” 

“Oh, me, too! What time does your plane land?” 

“Well…” You look at Bruce again, waiting for him to call it off—last chance to back down. But he nods and waves you on, so you go on, “We know it’s last minute, but Bruce and I were hoping that you could join us here this year, at the manor.” 

“The manor?” Your mother’s shock and glee are delightfully clear, even through the tinny audio. 

“Mhm!” 

“Oh, I don't know, it’s awfully late to get a flight—” 

“I’ll send the jet.”  

Bruce’s assertion shocks you both into silence for a moment. Your brows raise, mouth falling open in surprise. 

‘Are you kidding?’ You mouth over your mother’s fumbling insistence that it’s too much of an expense. 

“Not at all,” Bruce shakes his head. “We really would love to host you. It’s been too long since you’ve seen Gotham.” 

“Been too long since I’ve seen my daughter.”

“Mom,” You groan, wincing. 

“Let me talk it over with your father—We’ll let you know in the morning. Thank you for the offer, Bruce.” 

“Of course.” 

“Talk to you later, mom,” You add. 

“Bye! Love you!” 

“Love you, too!” You tap the button to end the call before you look at Bruce again. “The jet?” 

“It’s just sitting there,” Bruce shrugs, taking up his wine again. “And this way they won’t have to go through security. I hear holiday lines are a real killer.”

“You are…” You shake your head a little, chuckling, “Such a fucking enigma.”

“I don’t think I am.” 

“No?” 

“No.” Bruce straightens, rounding the counter. “I don't do anything by halves, I don’t back down from a challenge…” He comes to a stop beside you, gaze searching your face, “And I love you very much.” 

You reach out, gently hooking your fingers in the collar of his shirt and tugging him closer for a kiss.

“Right back atchya, Mr. Wayne.” 

--  

It had gotten off to a good start. 

Your parents had been so buoyant and excited as they’d gotten off of the jet, and as Bruce had driven you all to the manor. The manor had incited a wave of ooing and aahing as Bruce had given them a tour. You’d departed for the kitchen, trying to help Alfred, but he’d merely steered you onto a stool and made you a strong cup of tea to steady your nerves. 

“If I may say so,” Alfred had offered, “You hardly seemed as tightly wound the last time Master Wayne brought your parents into town.” 

“Well, I was blindsided last time,” You’d admitted, “And I haven’t…” You’d trailed off, shaking your head a little as Alfred had cast a curious eye toward you. 

“Haven’t what?” 

“...Nothing. Are you sure there isn't anything that I can do to help?” 

If Alfred hadn’t bought your brushing him off, he hadn’t chased it down—and as much as you’d entreated him to eat with all of you, he wouldn’t hear of it.

It had been a good start.

Dinner is delicious, Alfred makes sure the wine continues to flow, and you think, you think that your mom isn’t going to bring it up, but— 

“Have you put in for your transfer?” 

Your blood runs cold, and your face goes hot. The sudden change of subject makes your stomach heave in such a way that you're sure you're about to lose your dinner. You keep your focus on your nearly empty plate as everyone’s attention turns to you. You swallow thickly. Your transfer. 

“You said that you would,” Your mother adds.

“I told you I would think about it,” You argue. “I never said it was set in stone.” 

“Transfer?” Bruce prods. Damnit. 

“It was just something that my mom thought—” 

“That I know would be better for you!” Your mother argues. She casts a glance between you and Bruce, sighing. “Now I know that you’re both very fond of Gotham, but it just isn’t safe, and it isn’t getting any better. Besides the crime rate, your…” She trails off, seeming to try and tread carefully for once. 

“I think what your mother is trying to say,” Your father cuts in, “Is that as much as you can shrug it off, the fact of the matter is, your…Relationship,” He glances between you and Bruce warily, “Has put you in danger.” 

“Dad—” 

“If it wasn’t for Batman, you could have died—Or Bruce could’ve lost so much money—” Your mother cuts in. 

“I never cared about the money,” Bruce’s insistence is so heartbreakingly soft, and nearly drowned out as your mother goes on: 

“You can transfer to a branch of the Wayne Foundation in Metropolis. And who even knows how long Batman will be around to stop these kinds of things.” 

“It was a one-off,” You insist firmly. “I’m fine, I’m safe.” 

“But it could happen again,” Your father points out. “It could happen to either of you.” 

You sigh softly, glancing toward Bruce. He’s not looking at you. His ears are red; his jaw is clenched. You reach for his hand beneath the table, but he pulls it away, reaching for his glass instead. 

“I don’t wanna talk about this anymore,” You say firmly, looking between your parents. “Okay? Can we just—talk about something fun and uncontroversial, like politics or euthanasia?” 

--  

It had been such a good start. 

But as your parents head up to their guest room and Bruce disappears to the study—as you hear the discordant clanging of the piano—you crumble. You bury your face in your hands, trying to stifle your sobs. Hot tears and hot breath press into your palms as your chest and shoulders wrack with sobs. You feel two hands rest on your shoulders, and you turn gratefully into Alfred, leaning into him heavily as he folds you into his arms. He smooths his hand over your back, shushing you softly as he steers you toward the kitchen. 

You sit numbly on the stool again, breath hiccuping as you scrub at your tear-stung eyes. Alfred comes back over to you with a small glass in hands. 

“What’s that?” You mumble. 

“Sherry. Steady your nerves.” 

You take hold of it and toss it all back—and regret it immediately. You cough roughly, wincing at the dry burn as it blazes down your throat. Alfred takes the glass back. 

“...It wasn’t a shot.” 

“I realize that now,” You grit out, clearing your throat. Alfred turns, refilling the glass and holding it out again. 

“Slower this time.” 

You take a small sip, brow furrowing at the taste. It’s almost pleasant. 

Almost.

You sniffle, looking down into the glass and swirling it slightly. 

“...I’m guessing you heard everything?” 

“I did.” 

“I didn’t think she’d bring it up,” You admit, "I kinda hoped she wouldn’t…But I didn’t have a moment with her without Bruce, and when she didn’t mention it on the way back from the airport, I thought…I shouldn’t have assumed, anyway. Now he’s pissed at me.” 

“...If I may,” Alfred says gently, “I believe he’s upset because he’s afraid that your mother may be right.” 

“She isn’t.” 

“Even you must admit that being in the public eye has changed things for you.” 

“I was held at gunpoint at work before Bruce and I were known to be together.” 

“Crime is still an epidemic in this city.” 

“Nowhere in the world is crimeless. I could just as soon be held up in Metropolis.” 

“...Perhaps,” Alfred nods. You sigh softly, taking in another mouthful of sherry and wincing. 

“I just wish he hadn’t left before we talked about it,” You shake your head. “I hate it when he does that.” 

“Stay here,” Alfred pats your cheek gently. “Relax.” 

“Can I help with the washing up?—Please,” You tip your head to the side pleadingly as Alfred opens his mouth to argue. “You’ve been working so hard all day, and everything was so delicious. It’ll go faster with two. Please let me help.” 

Alfred finally nods. 

“I’ll wash, you dry.” 

“Sure.” You stand, setting the sherry glass by the sink. You take up the dishtowel, still sniffling a little as you and Alfred stand side by side at the sink. 

“...Alfred?” 

“Yes?” 

“Thanks. For everything.” 

He smiles, lightly nudging your shoulder with his. It’s a gentle, familiar touch, one that makes you smile through your sniffles. 

“Any time, dear.”

Next Part

[cottoncandyswisherz]

nick sturniolo x male!oc

warnings: suggests abuse, mentions of abuse, alcoholism mentioned, meet cute

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CHAPTER ONE:

The backseat is cramped. The boxes that hold what little life I have left are stacked in the backseat and trunk. I’m 16 years old and all I have to show for it is 12 boxes. I guess that’s what you get when you’ve been a foster kid since you were eight. 

8 foster homes, 3 hockey teams, 4 tattoos, and one innocent father later and I’m here. In the backseat of an SUV listening to Mark bitch about how slow Hannah’s driving. I’d love to blame his abuse on him being drunk but he’s sober right now. Later, when he’s had a few glasses is when the full extent of his asshole-ness really shines. But even now, I don’t wanna hear it so I put my headphones, putting on my playlist and allowing Mac Miller to take me deeper into my thoughts. 

I don’t wanna move. I somewhat had a life in New Hampshire and now I’m moving almost 3 hours away to Boston. 

3 hours away from the cabin. 3 hours away from the woods. 3 hours away from my hockey team. 3 hours away from everything I’ve known my whole life. 3 hours away from my dad. 

Dad. I have my license so it’s not like I can’t drive down and see him, but I won’t be able to go every weekend like usual. We’ll figure it out. We always do. 

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Mark threw a balled up napkin at me, which irked me just a tad but what pissed me the fuck off was when he used my first name because everyone that exists knows that’s a big no-no. 

“Siles!” 

God, even his voice makes me wanna deck him. 

“What?”

“Go pay for the gas.” he demands, shoving a 20 in my face. 

I look at Hannah to make sure she’d be good in the car with him by herself. But she only nodded toward the store with a smile that can only be described as weak. 

But we’ve had this talk. It always goes the same. I ask why she stays, she says because she loves him, I get pissed and we argue, which ends in her apologizing, but staying with him nonetheless. The whole routine was exhausting, really. 

So I step out of the car, taking one earbud out so I could hear what the fuck was going on around me. The store was empty for the most part, only three or four customers and the guy behind the counter. I decided it was safe to browse the aisles to buy myself some time away from the living breathing dysfunction in the car. But as I walk around the store, I hear the familiar sound of bickering. Sure enough, as soon as I turn the corner I see 3 people. A set of twins around my age and the other one has his back turned to me. He’s a little bit taller than the other two, and he’s louder than them. 

“Chris, Skittle Littles and regular skittles are the same fucking thing, one’s just smaller.” Wrong. “It’s not this serious. We’ve been here 10 minutes, searching for candy!”

“They taste different!” Correct.

I figure I’ve heard all I needed to hear, so I move to slip past the group, but as walk by, the tall one steps to side, his back knocking into my front. Either I my balance is stellar, or his is terrible because he starts to fall, and my natural instinct is to catch him. 

As soon as my arms wrap around him, he whips around and I notice two things. 

They’re not twins. They’re triplets.

Even though they all have blue eyes, his are different. His aren’t sky blue. They’re ocean blue. Pacific Ocean to be exact. 

I feel myself drowning in them for a second. Everything freezes and I can’t breathe. 

That second passes by quickly, though, and I pull myself together, making sure he’s stable on his two feet, and go about my day. 

I pay for the gas, pump the gas, get back in the car, and put my other earbud back in. 

We’re at our new house in roughly 20 minutes. It’s small, but nice. 

It’s not the cabin, but whatever. 

It takes 45 minutes to unload the boxes and get them in their designated rooms. It probably would have take 30 if Mark would have brought something besides his case of beers inside, but Hannah and I managed. 

The only issue is that by the time we’ve finished unloading, Mark is piss drunk and knowing what comes next, it’s not something I want to be around for. So I put my hoodie back on, grab my overhead headphones and tell Hannah that I’m going for a walk. 

Frank Ocean’s singing to me as I make my journey around this town. It’s not even Boston. It’s Sommerville. Boston adjacent, I guess. 

It’s August and the sun is setting so it’s a little chilly, even in my hoodie and sweats. I love this weather. The air is muggy and it makes life even more melancholy than usual. 

I decide that since I was out, I might ass well find a job. Partly because I need money and partly because I do not want to be in that house longer than necessary. 

Being that it’s fall and people ar going to start using their fireplaces and making bonfires and shit, it wasn’t hard to find a lumber yard that was hiring. The guy I spoke to was a tall, skinny whit guy with th most aggressive pornstache I’ve ever seen. But he was chill and hired me on the spot. So now I have a job… there’s that I guess?

niyah speaks: im writing a series for pat pat (my biggest opp) enjoy guys and lmk if you wanna be on the taglist.

taglist: @patscorner @55sturn @streamermattsgf @mattslolita

[omgsuperstarg]

Shut up and Drive- Toto Wolff x Assistant! Reader

Another one shot with the Capricorn King Toto Wolff. I hope yall like it and subscribe for more

This short is based on this video with him and his lovely wife Susie!!! Ughhh I live for them soo much, they're such a cute and POWERFUL COUPLE!!!!

Alright!!! Let's burn some rubber!!!!!!!!!!

As one of Toto's assistants, it's stipulated that you keep him on track of his appointments and all drama that entails throughout the day. You had your fair share of chaos and it always goes on overdrive on a race weekend. Right now the team is currently in Miami for another Race for the 2023 season and with the sweltering sun and hotter cars it was shaping up to be another fun weekend.

This is your outfit. imagine the Mercedes shirt replacing the blouse

Your gloves

You were multitasking between your computer and Toto and Bono as they analyzed data before the race kicked off when suddenly your best friend and Mercedes' Social Media moderator Jessica approached you.

"Y/N just the girl I wanted to see, I have a fun assignment for you," She says smiling evilly

"Oh boy, I know im gonna regret life choices ", I respond playfully scared.

"Don't worry love, you're going to be doing this assignment with Toto so you'll be safe. How do you feel about driving around the BOSS", she says wringing her hands like a bond villain.

"What are we waiting for, LETS GOO!!", you say pulling her towards the beloved team principal.

Once Toto was caught up to speed, both you and Toto proceeded to the vehicle with your cell phone out to capture it all.

Entering the car, you strapped in your seatbelt and began to record your POV.

"Okay guys, here I am bout to be driven around the track by my Boss. If you don't hear from me again you know who to look at", you say while flipping the camera to show your boss.

"Don't worry, you'll be completely fine and ill even drive slow", the statuesque man sounds while patting my shoulder in a comforting way.

"You say that now but I know the gears be running in your head on ways to torment me. I can feel this is your hazing ritual for me since I'm new," you say while giggling. Your face however is still sceptical, the car begins moving as you begin to further document your trip and that's when the chaos starts.

Toto pumps the gas without warning and the speed was astounding like any adrenaline junkie you begin to cheer in delight.

"Wooooo, this is what im talking bout. It's official I'm petitioning for Toto to be a stunt driver!!", you say as your body slightly moves with the car as it turns.

"I wonder if the fans petitioned you to be James Bond, cuz you have the vintage look of the early movies but a lot more gentlemanly. "you say as you whip your head to the statuesque Austrian.

"A few times, I thought about acting, but I figured it wasn't my place.", he says wistfully.

"Alright boss man,it's the final turn. Give me some speed and remember, if I aint feeling some kind of G force you going too slow."you say while giggling.

You take notice of his playful smile,which resembles a wolfish grin. You couldn't help but snap a picture to remember the moment. This should be one of the main pictures of the post. Sadly, all things must end. Finally, it's your turn.

You decided to wear your fingerless leather gloves for this moment and connect your phone to the car's radio since you have the perfect song in mind.

"Okay, now I have one of my lovely assistants to take her little spin round the track," the leader responds with his Austrian accent shining through.

I'm lovely?!?! Aweee sir, you flatter me, but I hope you don't mind if I put on a little music for us to cruise to, "you say, smiling in glee.

So you turn the radio up and started off slow. After the road was clear, I went full-on fast and furious.

You were hitting those turns like the drivers on the track.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself boss", you state while keeping eyes on the road and jamming to the song on the radio. "I can truly say that this is an experience. I love your touch of the gloves and playing Rihanna is quite fitting for the situation", he speaks with his joyful laugh filling your ears.

"I never thought you would be a Rihanna fan", playfully gasping at his statement. You can thank my eldest daughter for that", he says.

"Are you sure you're not a driver?", the boss man playfully asks. "No, I wish. Maybe if I have gotten into it from a young, now I would've been turning heads but I'm happy where I am, I still get to be in a world I love with the most chill team EVER!!", you say getting a little emotional.

The car slows down as you return to the pits, wishing the time wasn't over. After exiting you gave Toto a hug thanking him for a great time as well as for putting up with your crazy fun.

"I enjoyed it and I sure as hell wouldn't mind doing a carpool karaoke with you the next time",

"I've already made note of it sir and Im looking forward to hearing THAT VOICE", you say as you conclude your heart-to-heart heading back to the garage to observe the good chaos of race day.

[liliansun]

I SEE SPARKS FLY : 21 : risk it all

wc : 1.6k | warning : yw,, kissing

(IF YOU DONT LISTEN TO RISK IT ALL - THE VAMPS you’re doing it wrong while you read)

mark, joy, mal and jaemin were the first to arrive at chenle’s getaway family home while jeno, neowa, renjun and sal weren’t far behind. “if you keep looking like that you’re going to pop a vein in your forehead.” neowa pointed out as renjun scowled against the side of jeno’s car. “how are they the first ones to leave despite being the last ones to meet up and now they’re the last to make it?”

“relax jun, you’re gonna go gray.” joy said as she leaned into mark’s arms that were loosely draped over her shoulders with her back pressed to his chest. just as renjun was pulling his phone from his pocket, haechan’s car pulls into the driveway and the four are too busy having their own fun times to see the annoyed boy staring daggers at them. once haechan put the car into park, y/n gets out the car followed by jisung and chenle. “oh don't scowl at me, we stopped to refill on gas.” renjun rolled his eyes at his friend, walking around jeno’s car to grab his bag from the trunk.

“i’ll go unlock the door since he’s been waiting so patiently.” chenle spoke up, slightly jogging to the front door as mark and jaemin follow behind renjun. “how was the ride here?” y/n walked over to sal, smiling at her softly as she noticed her friend’s eyes lingering on the boy pulling their bags from his trunk. “it was good, when we switched drivers i used meat head over there as a headrest while i got some reading done.” mal walks over, joining in on the conversation. “you two still doing good?” sal ponders over the thought, in the easiest way to put it, they were. they hadn’t been arguing as much and the unresolved tension between them has grown significantly over the last few weeks, but that wasn’t her question. “yeah, in a sense it’s us trying to figure out how to be friends.”

neowa and haechan grabbed some bags from his trunk, bringing y/n’s over to where she, mal and sal were standing by jeno’s car. “are you three gossiping without me?” she had a slight mischievous smile on her lips as she hands y/n’s bag over to her. “maybe, whatcha gonna do about it?” y/n responded, grabbing her bag from neowa’s outstretched hand. “save some for me and joy tonight, i wanna know what i missed.”

“sorry ladies, but i’m stealing your girl.” haechan smiled at his girlfriend, grabbing her free hand. “tell me what i miss tonight!” y/n shouted as haechan stole her away from the two girls who went to the cars that too held their belongings for the weekend. “if somehow you find it hard to stay friends, remember to listen to that reason why.” mal said, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “i’ll promise you if i get there, i will.” sal said in response, walking up into the house where everyone was sorting out rooms. “i know you will.” the older one said, knowing well enough that sal already did feel that reason as to why it was hard for the two to stay friends.

“but i want to sleep with my girlfriend!” haechan yelled out, frowning at renjun as y/n stood off to the side with flushed cheeks. “we’re here for two days, you’ll live.” renjun responded, walking past an upset haechan and down into the hallway. “they’re fighting over who is sleeping with who.” jeno, who spotted sal from the moment she walked in, joined her side as she watched the chaos unfold. “why don’t we all sleep together in the living room and the girls sleep together and the boys sleep together for the next night?” joy suggested, already making herself comfortable on the couch between mark and chenle. “like a sleepover, we can all make a spot together and that’ll settle hyuck’s whining and then we can all be happy.” mark spoke up, throwing his arm over joy’s shoulder.

“any objections?” jisung asked, standing beside y/n and neowa near the kitchen. “as long as i sleep beside y/n tonight i’m okay with it.” haechan spoke up, wrapping his arm around her waist loosely. “fine, anything to get him quiet.” renjun yelled from his claimed room, his voice echoing through the house. over the next few hours the group split up, renjun, joy, sal and jaemin went grocery shopping while y/n, mark, chenle and jisung set up the fire in the backyard that faced the water and started to set up chairs for everyone to gather around later. mal, jeno, neowa and haechan took care of setting up the space that everyone was going to sleep in for the night, gathering all the pillows and blankets around the house they could find.

when the four in charge of getting food for the next two nights came back, jeno and jaemin offered to cook the meat while joy and neowa offered to prep the side dishes to go along with the meat. the rest were outside by the shoreline, drawing in the sand and taking polaroid pictures to commentate this night as they go in and out with the camera to capture everyone. sal went inside, rubbing her hands together to try and gain back the warmth she lost from the cool breeze coming off the water. “need any help in here?” she asked, walking into the kitchen where she joined jeno beside the counter top grill. jaemin exchanged looks with neowa and joy, smirking as he took the marinated meat in a bowl in front of him as the two girls took the side dishes the prepped. “yeah, can you cut this for me?” sal immediately nodded, grabbing a knife from the drawer and pulled the cutting board near her. “we’re going to bring these things out to the table!” joy said, following behind neowa who was already out the back door. “i’ll finish these on the grill outside too.” jaemin said, smiling to himself as he walked out after joy.

“they’re setting us up.” sal spoke up, cutting the meat in front of her as similar in size as she can. a deep laugh came from jeno, eyeing his grill as he turns the meat onto its other side. “can you blame them? we’ve been in this weird situation for a while now.” although she shouldn’t have felt the weight of his words, sal’s once cheerful demeanor suddenly dropped. “do you think we should stop?” jeno looked up briefly, catching the sadden look in her eyes. his chest felt tight, knowing that if he doesn’t have this conversation now, who knows when he’ll get another chance. “no, not if it means this is as close as i can get to having you.” sal sets the knife onto the board, pulling at jeno’s arm till he was facing her. “don’t say something stupid like that, you have me jeno, you always have.” suddenly, the air around them felt fuzzy. jeno’s attention was now on the look in her eyes, something he’s seen long ago back when they first met. it’s a burning look of desire, want and need.

“don’t look at me like that.” he muttered, staring down at her through his lashes. sal’s lips turned slightly upwards in the corners, her hand still having a loose grip on his forearm. “like what?” jeno took the initiative, taking a small step closer towards her. “like you want to risk this all.” her breath got caught in her throat, unable to form the words she so desperately wanted to say. this was a moment where it could either go terribly wrong, or become the turning point in this relationship they’ve yet to develop. she takes the risk, knowing that the fall is just a moment in time and whether he catches her or not will he the layout of what’s yet to come. “and maybe i do, what are you going to do about it?” with one brow raised, she challenges him to do what she can see he’s desperately holding back from. a small smirk spreads across his lips before he brings his free hand up to her cheek.

cupping the side of her face, jeno leans in to close the distance between them two as their lips press against each other. the moment felt surreal, a slight ringing in sal’s ears as she drowns out the rest of the world. she gives his arm a slight squeeze of reassurance as she tilts her head to the side to get more of him. they’ve both needed this, knowing that it’s been a long time leading up to this very moment. jeno, surprisingly, is the first to pull away with parted lips and a loving look in his eyes. “no more friends, no more running from me.” sal looks up into his eyes, her hands dropping down to intertwine her fingers into his. “as long as you promise to be the one i run to.” a wide smile spreads across his lips, his silence is her answer. “as long as you promise to be mine, my girlfriend that is.”

“thank you for that clarification, captain—“

“don’t you dare call me captain obvious.” he said with a stern tone, giving her hands a gentle squeeze which earns a soft giggle from her. “of course i’d love to be your girlfriend, nono.” her voice was soft, if there were anymore noise in the house he’d be unable to hear her, but he takes this new found happiness that blooms in his chest and holds onto it. the two walk out to join their friends hand in hand with the meat plated on the board. no one is surprised to see the two intertwined, relief flowing over them all as they join each other around the fire where they roast marshmallows after their meal and once they were finished and the fire was nearly gone, everyone headed inside to play games all night till each passes out one after the other.

summary : jeno was the calm before the storm, never letting his his smile ever turn sour. his touch was the warmth she never knew she needed and when his eyes turned into little crescents, sal thanked the moon that night for giving him such features that resembled. all things seemed fine, until she realized she yearned for that same smile too many have seen. scared, she runs from the feelings that knock on her door, unbeknownst that he was waiting for her to answer him.

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a/n : few chs left 🫶 ALSO lmk how many of you ACTUALLY listened to the song while reading. don’t lie to me either,, the gc is watching 🤌

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[final-girl96]

Killer Geek Chapter Ten

The Weekend

It was finally the weekend and I couldn't wait for us to get the hell out of the small little town for a while. It was a long day at school. Parker would glare at me every time he saw me. He wasn't happy about what happened last night. “Hey,” I jumped at the sudden voice beside me. “Jesus, Randy, warn a girl first.” He chuckled, “Sorry. I just wanted to know if you'd like to ride with me up to the cabin.” He was leaning on the locker beside mine, looking me up and down. I felt my face flush and I hid behind my locker door. “Um…sure. That'd be great,” I said, smiling.

After the last bell rang we got in our cars and headed for the cabin. I told Billy I would be riding with Randy. I was grateful for that too because he begged Sidney to ride with him so they could talk and have some alone time. That would have been an awkward ride. Sidney didn't seem to really want to ride with him but Tatum encouraged her to. “Come on, Sid, it'll be fine. He's your boyfriend, he's not going to do anything to you.” Sidney sighed and finally agreed.

Casey was, of course, with Stu and Tatum was with Eric. It didn't make sense to have four cars going up there, but the couples wanted to have some “alone time”. That made me even happy that I was riding with Randy. No awkward situations. “So, how was your date last night?” I turned my head to look at Randy and shrugged. “As you would have expected. He was nice and relatable up until we went to the drive-in movie.”

“You went to the drive-in?” He asked.

“Yeah, in a few towns over. He took me to this fifties style drive-in diner. Like, the waitresses were on roller skates and everything. Then we went to the drive-in theater a little ways down the road. They were playing the second Friday the 13th. He figured since he bought me dinner, took me to the movies, got me a slushie, popcorn, and snacks, that I owed him something in return.”

“He touch you?”

“I mean, he tried. He put his hand on my thigh and I pushed him away. He tried again and I went off on him, then Billy took care of the rest.”

“Billy was there?”

“Mmhm. He and Stu followed us. Billy is an asshole, and we fought a lot. But no matter how pissed off we are at each other, he'll always be that protective big brother. I mean you know how it is. You'd do the same for Martha.” Randy nodded his head, “Yeah, Yeah, I would. I'd kill a guy if he hurt my little sister. She gets on my last fucking nerve but i love her.”

We drove in silence, only the radio playing on a low volume. We were the last car, driving behind Eric and Tatum. It was a good three hour drive up to the cabin and we still had two and half hours to go, that doesn't count if we stop somewhere to eat. Another twenty minutes of driving we were pulling over at a gas station. Billy pulled up to a pump and got out, Stu pulling his jeep I behind Billy's camaro. Randy pulled into a parking spot in front of the store, not seeing gas. I got out and walked over to my brother.

“Hey, we should stop at a grocery store once we get closer and get some groceries. We probably only have water up there,” I told him. He grunted as an answer, pulling the nozzle out and putting it back, and screwing the gas cap back on. “Whatever.” He walked past me and into the store. When everyone was done and back in the cars we got back on the road. “We need to stop at a grocery store. There's one that is about five miles from the cabin.”

Randy looked over at me, “Alright, we can do that. What about the others?” He asked. I shrugged. “I don't know, I told Billy about it but I don't know if he'll stop or not.” He nodded his head slightly, “We can still stop if he doesn't.”

Like I had thought, Billy just drove past the grocery store. Randy pulled in and found a parking spot. It was a good thing dad gave me his credit card. “Alright, let's go grocery shopping,” Randy said, getting out of the car. He jogged around to the passenger side and opened the door before I had a chance to even try to. “Thank you,” I whispered, feeling my cheeks get hot.

We walk into the grocery store, grab a cart, and start at the first aisle we come to. “So, what should we be getting?” Randy asked. The aisle we were in happened to be stuff like toilet paper and paper towels. I grab a pack of toilet paper and paper towels, because God only knows if we have any. “Food, ya know, like eggs and drinks, and shit. We don't have anything up there.” We walked around the store and grabbed whatever we thought the whole group would eat.

I was looking at the snacks when two arms wrapped around my waist, making me freeze, panic slowly crawl up my body. “It's me. Just relax. There's a group of assholes who have been staring at you for a good five minutes. I heard them talking when I walked by, and I didn't exactly like what I heard. So just relax and pretend.” I found it extremely easy to relax back into Randy. “What kind of snacks should we get?” I asked.

“Definitely popcorn. I brought a bunch of movies with me for us to watch.” Of course he brought movies. “What movies Did you bring?” I asked. “Terror Train, Halloween 1-5 plus the new one Curse of Michael Myers…” I cut him off, “So anything that has Jamie Lee Curtis,” I said. “She's the scream queen!” He argues. I laugh and shake my head, grabbing popcorn and throwing it in the cart.”Can you go get ice cream please?” He sighed, “Yeah, sure. I'll meet you up at the register.”

I walked up to the register and started to put our stuff up in the belt when someone behind me said something. “Hey, there sexy. You new around here?” I tried to ignore him and watched the cashier ring up the groceries as I put more up. “Hey I'm talking to you.” I sighed and turned around, giving him a one word answer. “No.” Turning back to the cashier I set the last few things up on the belt.

“Well, I've never seen you around here. So you must be new. And in that case…” the guy moved closer, leaning on the cart. “How about you let me show you around?” He licked his lips, looking me up and down. I could feel my skin crawling. “I'm fine, thanks.” Before the guy could say anything else Randy came up beside me. “Sorry, I couldn't decide what everyone would like.” Randy set the ice cream down and a set toppings to go along with it.

“You okay?” He asked, wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me closer, and kissing my temple. My skin was now on fire. I nodded my head. “Yeah, I'm now.” The cashier told us the total. “You got my card?” I looked over at Randy in confusion. “Huh?” He just smiled and gently pulled the credit card out of hand. “You sure you're alright?” He swiped the card and signed. “Yeah, sorry.” I took the receipt and Randy put everything in the cart.

“Alright, we better get to the house before everyone wonders where we got off to. Last thing I want is your brother and his lap dog coming after me.” I laughed at that and hit his arm. “Oh, my god, stop.”

When we got to the car we put everything in the trunk and Randy took the cart back up. I could feel eyes on me from across the parking lot but didn't dare look. I knew it was those guys. Randy jogged over to me, opened the door, and I got in. Then he jogged around the front and got in the driver's side. “Did that asshole say something to you?” He asked, starting the car and pulling back out onto the road. “No, just asked if I was new around here.” He hummed, “They couldn't keep their eyes off of you. I was five seconds away from saying something to them.” I shrugged, “I'm fine. Really. Let's just get to the cabin.”

[travelingthief]

My Favorite Moment With: Lord Apollo

It was my first long haul drive by myself, but I had a good CD collection, so I didn’t mind. My ‘06 Ford shook when I took her above 70 but that didn’t stop me from from hitting 80 while screaming the lyrics to “Open Road Song” by Eve 6. The sun shone down on the newly bloomed trees and I knew at the end of this drive was a pretty person waiting to take me to a punk show. I switched CDs at a gas station stop, putting in Aerosmith and having visions of Apollo and Hermes rocking out with big hair. Both were sat next to me in the passenger seat.

I arrived at the person’s house, meeting their dog and roommate before we headed out to the show. We were laughing as I spun them on street corners and asked about their favorite bands. Somewhere along the way I asked them about their favorite flowers and they told me “hyacinths.” 

I grinned wide, “have you heard the myth?”

It was the first time I told a story to somebody, but I kinda nailed it. I left out the part where I practiced in the mirror twenty times over. I delivered my last line - “and from the blood of His beloved, Apollo crafted the first hyacinth.” We looked down to see we had stopped in front of a spray of hyacinths and I thanked Apollo silently.

The outside of the venue looked like a redemption center. We went down a ramp to the admissions desk veiled behind a cloud of smoke and I teemed with excitement. We were there to see one of my favorite local bands, and it was one of our first dates. The lady at the table asked for proof of COVID vaccinations and I start to kick myself. Now, I am vaxxed and I am boosted but what I am not, is smart enough to keep my vaccine card on me. We got turned away and my brain starts running through its usual script-

“You fucked it all up. The night is ruined. How could you be so stupid?”

But it’s not my first round with depression, so I counter back. “It’s not a big deal, we can find something else to do. The night has been going great.”

But my brain persisted. “You always mess things up. Why would they want to be here with you?”

I countered again. “That’s not the truth. We’re still having a good night.”

So my brain tried a new tactic. “Isn’t it pathetic how you manage to be sad, even when things are going well?” I hadn’t figured out how to think myself out of that one. So I shut down.

My depression gets physical and I tend to go nonverbal and seem disinterested in conversation when I’m depressed. So instead of talking, I offered my date an earbud and we just walked along the river.

The rest of the weeked, I swung back and forth between depression and feeling okay. I reassured my date that it wasn’t them - my brain just gets mean sometimes. They told me they understood. I was relieved yet disappointed when it came time to leave, but I hopped in my car and started my second long haul drive.

I realized there was a downside to long drives alone. My brain continued on about how terrible I made the weekend and fretted about if I’d get a text back. I tried and tried, but the music couldn’t get loud enough to distract me from the thoughts. I ended up pulling off at an exit halfway through the drive: I didn’t know where I was going, I just knew I had to find something.

The first right was a local music store and I immediately pulled in. I closed my eyes and asked “Lord Apollo, if you’re there give me a sign.” I cut the engine and went inside. They were playing the same Aerosmith CD I had listened to on my drive down and I hummed along while sifting throught the stacks. Somehow I ended up in the Local Section, holding a CD with a parental advisory sticker and artwork of a kid staring down multiple doors. I had never heard of the artist before and had no idea what kind of music was on the disc, but I bought it anyway. 

With a bit of effort, I popped the CD into my semi-broken disc drive and pulled out of the parking lot. The first song started up; horns and drums and a beat I could get into. Then the lyrics started:

Welcome to your 20s baby, I know you’re gonna do amazing/All you gotta do is get it, all you gotta do is get it

And the artist broke down into a rap. Suddenly the rest of the drive didn’t seem so long. I thank Apollo for His sign and when I got home, I texted my date.

And they texted back.

And that’s (one of) my favorite moment(s) with Lord Apollo.

[gutwrenchflowerbomb]

My whole life just kinda crumbled out of nowhere. I’m putting it under the cut to not clog up the feed and honestly this is more for me to just…get it out than an expectation of everyone reading/responding.

I mentioned having to pack and move because my roommates are divorcing and selling the house. The timeline for this has moved up much faster than I anticipated and on Sunday we sat down and figured out the new timeline. Which is, I need to get finished this week, get a storage unit this weekend and be ready for the movers early next week.

This is stress enough on its own. While I have somewhere to go temporarily (my friend Michelle, bless, is gonna let me crash there) there’s still the heartbreak of leaving the place that I finally felt…settled. I’ve moved 16 times in my life, 11 of those have been since I’ve been an adult. This of course left me with that paranoia of “something is gonna happen and you’ll have to move again” just ALWAYS right there. But this last move, into the house they had built, it felt permanent. Not at first of course, but after the first 2 years I got comfortable.

So now I’m going back to the weird sad nomad period. But I have a second level or heartache that’s even worse. And that’s being separated from the cats. They aren’t “mine” as we all have raised them since they were kittens. But, I’m clearly not moving into my own space and I can’t take them. Mat has promised they won’t be split up and that they are keeping them, at least until I get my own place and can take them. They love them too, but they know I’m more attached.

And then. Monday. I was fired from the job I’ve had for nearly 6 years. I worked with adults with intellectual and/or developmental disabilities. I fucking loved it. Love my clients. But the company has gone through a bunch of management changes and the most recent ones just seemed hell bent on getting rid of the “old guard.” I’d been written up twice for note getting notes in on time. Then I got written up again for driving the company car home without getting permission. Which, to be fair, was against company policy. I fucked up. I had a good reason for it - my car is running like shit, my tags are expired and I can’t get them renewed because of unpaid bridge tolls - which are currently being disputed because I filed bankruptcy last April and they should have been included. Basically, it was drive it home and back or not be able to get to work at all. I live 40 minutes away from work. So yeah, I broke a rule. But I paid for the gas to do so.

But despite being the one they call for emergencies or to handle after 5pm issues because they knew I would do it and that I have no life outside of work, despite picking up extra 12 hour shifts ON TOP of the 40 hours I put in in my department regularly for 4 years, they couldn’t see past this transgression and fired me.

I’m devastated. My clients, I have spent 40+ hours with these folks every week (sometimes more) for nearly SIX YEARS. And now, those relationships, those routines are just gone. I told them they can still call me and that I’d still come visit eventually but I honestly don’t know when that could happen. Like, I don’t wanna ruffle feathers at the company by doing that. I just don’t know how it’s gonna work.

So to recap - I’m losing my home, losing my cats and have lost my job and income and lost these incredibly important relationships all within just a week. It’s Wednesday night. I was fired Monday. I have to move Tuesday.

To be super cliché, when it rains, it pours.

[littlesolo]

Kacy Twitter Fic - Corner Store Mishap

Shout out to @greatcanadian-eh-hole who helped me put this together

Little Julie Tennant isn't all that little anymore. One of the mornings that she decides to join Kate while she surfs. They're heading back to the car, Kate carrying her surfboard, when they come close to being run over by a bunch of kids on a different kind of board. Skateboarders. She's spilled her coffee because of them more than a few times. Lucy levels her best glare at their backs. But then one of them turns around. It's a Tiny Tennant!

Julie hops off her board and kicks it into her hand before running back over to them.

"Sorry!" Lucy smiles. She'll forgive the youngest Tennant just about anything.

"Hey Julie. What are you doing out so early?" she asks. The girl shrugs.

"Everyone else is still asleep at home. Figured I'd go hang out with my friends. What time is it?" Kate glances at her watch. The waterproof one that Lucy found and got for her.

"Almost nine?"

"I should get home" says Julie ready to take off again.

"Hop in, we'll give you a ride" offers Lucy. Kate smiles, she'd been thinking the same thing.

----

Her girlfriend has a Texas sized stomach. Kate knows this and Lucy's pointed it out more than once. It's never been a problem before, but it's what has them stopping at a gas station a few blocks from Jane's.

She's paying for a large bag of pork rinds that Lucy says she needs and three donuts for Julie to take home when she sees the guy in a dark hoodie and carrying a shotgun approach the door. It being the weekend, she's not armed and neither is Lucy. She darts back into the aisle seconds before the comes in.

She and Lucy figured out how to read each other pretty well, so between mouthed words and hand gestures, they come up with a plan. Lucy takes Julie's skateboard and rolls it down the aisle to distract the guy while Kate tugs Julie along with her.

Once the guy is distracted, she whispers for Julie to head to the car as soon as he's down. Then she rushes him. Once he's on the floor, Lucy drops a display on him and grabs the shotgun. Kate heads for the car and doesn't see what Lucy does next. All she knows is that Lucy is two seconds behind her and once they're in the car, she floors it to Jane's.

Okay, so yes, thinking ahead is usually her thing, but there was adrenaline and chaos...

Still, they should have thought of something. Instead they have this:

"Hey Mom! I stopped a robbery with Kate and Lucy!" says Julie as she walks into the kitchen. It gives Jane pause, her coffee cup almost to her lips.

"What?" This would have been a good time to interject and say something, but she and Lucy were just realizing how bad that sounded when said out loud.

"Yeah! They even used my skateboard! Got the shotgun away from the guy and everything."

Kate and Lucy freeze as Jane turns her laser vision on them.

"Julie was no where near the shotgun." It's the first thing she can think to say. She winces and Lucy elbows her in the side. They can hear sirens in the background.

"You know what? We kinda screwed up by not identifying ourselves as law enforcement or staying at the scene, but Julie was one hundred percent safe. Now that we've dropped her off, we should probably go back to the scene. We'll just---" Kate nearly tramples Lucy in her rush to get back to the car.

[harleyquinnagenda]

A PLAN TO SAVE THE ENVIRONMENT

MOST PEACEFUL, MOST IMMEDIATE OPTION, CODE-NAME: A

FOR CIVILIANS / NON-GOVERNMENTAL ACTION

PLAN OPTION [A]: "Boycott: Now" (time frame: up to three years)

problem: target: solution

CO2: Jet-Fuel Air-Flights: If you have to take flights for work, then you do those. All other flights you cancel. No flights for fun, for vacation, for the holidays, to see your family, whatever, any of it. No flights. If you don't have to take them you don't take them. Tell your family they could've chose to live near you. They can talk over Zoom. Try to get your employer to let you do Zoom conferences instead of taking business trip flights. If they don't okay keep taking those flights. All other flights you cancel. Everyone else cancels all flights, for the time being. No more flights.

CO2: Gasoline/Diesel Transportation: No. If you have to drive to work (and that means there's no city electric train/subway), and you only have a gas or diesel car, and you can't walk, or bike, to work; if you have to drive your gas or diesel car to work, and you can't arrange a car pool with someone, and there isn't even a natural-gas powered city bus, or anything (did you try? Did you really try? Are you sure there aren't any options? Think think think. Would you be willing to try to switch jobs just to solve the problem? Okay if not that's fine) if you just have to gas/diesel to work oh my god do it for now, but, everything/everyone else, no gas/diesel trips anywhere, except: okay groceries- are you sure there isn't a walking distance, even if a longish walk, grocery store at all that you could do an exercise-walk to on weekends, with a couple canvas bags or even your own small luggage cart, mini shopping cart, or even full-size shopping cart? you could remove the wheels and put thicker ones on for going up down curbs? ha anyway for the gung ho do these, otherwise if you cannot do that, gas/diesel to pick up groceries okay. other chores- are you sure there isn't a place within walking distance to you that does the same thing? investigate your neighborhood, try to figure out how many places you can walk to that take care of your needs. No: using the car for socializing. make friends who live near you, go to local bars you can walk to, stay home more and amuse yourself there, make friends with neighbors, take EV ubers, do you know anyone with an EV yet? make them pick everyone up, pay them a little maybe or volunteer to be the sober driver and drive their car all night, etc work it out, or use electric transportation for going out if you have it- electric rail/etc. Just stop using your gas/diesel car either completely, if you are physically able, or, "just for work", or "just for work and groceries", or, "just for work, groceries, and chores". pick one, pick the best you can do. Obviously if you or someone are writhing around on the ground dying and the world only has gas-powered ambulances call a gas powered ambulance. Total boycott around that though / otherwise. No.

Methane: Stove/Oven:- No on the stove- buy a hot plate (if you can afford one) they're like 30 bucks maybe. Single hot plate plug-in. Switch to using that. If there's nothing you can do about the oven okay.

Methane: Beef Industry:- I know it's tough everyone loves beef but the beef industry is actually the other huge part of the puzzle; they just haven't figured out how to run those places at profit without doing anything about the enormous amounts of methane (if you want a better explanation of this, comment and I'll address it in the comments). Meanwhile the other red meats or more creative ones like wild game are all fine. Beef is an especial problem and the demand for it is huge, huge, everyone got into having beef as much as possible basically cause it tastes so good. Well, it's a problem. Be brave. Beef boycott as well. There's plenty of other red meats. Yup beef boycott. No beef. Here I'll introduce a note that I'll expand in the comments too- I'll do a note on the idea of rations and of rations versus upfront-total-boycott).

(as a note this above covers a reasonable amount of the Greenhouse Gas Problem (Co2 and Methane), at least on the civilian side of things, while possibly causing a follow-through across the board, which i'll explain, keep reading)

but also, before we move on:

to add the other greatest "environment problem" onto this list:

Non-Recyclable Plastic Trash: In your homes, personal use, stores, products: Total boycott as much as possible for you on non-recyclable plastic trash, even if it's just some stuff. Starting with: in your kitchen: you don't use plastic plates/utensils ever while you're at home, do you? Boy that's lazy. Stop doing it. First of all only washable dishes in the kitchen. Next: are you sure you need fricking plastic wrap and ziplock bags all the time? Invest in tupperware or use it if you have it or cheap option: start saving plastic boxes from takeout or togo food and just save them, wash them in the dish washer or by hand, save up a bunch and use as tupperware. Start, if you can, refusing to buy things that come in lots of non-recyclable wrapping, or start trying to figure out any way around it. Like, is there an actual butcher shop near you where you buy meat and have them hand it to you over the counter or in paper wrapping, and you could put it in a tupperware or in a tupperware and then into a refrigerator-bag/insulated bag/cooler with some ice in it, plastic or styrofoam for lightweight and re-used. If you have to use plastic wrap / ziplock, can you order ones online made out of recyclable materials? Etc. Think, do what you can, do everything you can. You aren't throwing away anything recyclable into the regular trash already, are you?? please start doing this immediately too, just look for the little triangle symbol.

CO2/METHANE/PLASTIC TRASH = ATMOSPHERE SAVED AND OCEANS/LANDFILLS SAVED, THIS EFFECTIVELY "SAVES THE ENVIRONMENT", DONE

WHO WANTS TO SAVE THE ENVIRONMENT

IT DOESN'T HURT THAT MUCH

COWARD IF NOT

*as for the beef you could also say, well i'll ration it, once a week, once a month, etc pick something. same with flights, once a year, or something. up front though a total boycott would cause more effect because not everyone's gonna do it at first, so you could also say total boycott for a year up front to make a huge point, then like rations of some kind after that maybe. just some ideas for how to do it and make it appealing enough to the mainstream.

**did you know an airplane burns a gallon of gas per second? on an average trip youre burning like 260 gallons of gas personally, multiplied by each passenger. should you personally have to light 260 gallons of gasoline on fire just to go somewhere? if all your friends were inside a building having a party without you, and the cost of getting in was you had to first stand outside and light a stack of 260 gasoline gallon cans on fire all at once, are you so lonely that you'd do it? make a stand about it. we have legs, we shouldnt have to burn fossil fuels to go anywhere if we dont want to, its time to change up society fundamentally- total strike/boycott until the industries come crashing down and neither business nor government nor military can do anything about any of it- total citizens' worldwide strike/rebellion-boycott.

if the summer gets bad and hot again maybe well have a chance to motivate others as well.

[confidencebreedsbeauty]

2119 By:Dacey Harris

Chapter1: pinch poke you own me a coke

It has been a century since covid 19. I have heard many stories from my grandmother how it was one of the worst virus ever to appear. It was much worse than the flu. There were gas, power, food,water shortages. Gas was used to power cars and other machinery. " Could you imagine standing outside of your car to refuel it ?" Sounds like a problem if you ask me. Since Elon Musk became president things became even more interesting and complicated. Everything went from gasoline to electric he even discovered new planets!  We finally invented Voyage 3, then he put V3 on a newly discovered planet . He's even built an amazing new space station ("more advanced than the old ISS if you ask me ".)  The new ISS2 , or the Axiom is supposed next level futuristic. President said "gravity will be there, attached is a luxury condo!" First condo in space ! Trust me I know what you're thinking  " sounds cool , right?"

Ever since Biden got in office everything went down hill from there. But like everyone says time heals all wounds. Your also wondering if trump got reelected? He did, and the time he was given in office was very successful. The fight with Russia and Ukraine had subsided and created a treaty. It was also the year Covid19 dissipated. Everything else since then has been great. But covid19 came back! Stronger and deadlier then before. "So you mean to tell me you was there for covid19?"Implied the little girl. Dean sighs and takes a deep breathe  "yes indeed, it's a time we will all never forget." And here's how it all began..... "I was 17 years old I was a senior in high school...."

"Dean?"....."Dean?"......"DEAN ANDERSON"!!!!! Dean woke up in a fret.

"Huh, the answer is 62". he mumbled. The class bust out with laughter.

"Dean, this is the third time this week falling asleep in class? What's going on?" Mrs. Johnson said worriedly.

"Nothing, just been busy that is all."

"Okay, just please don't let it happen again and gets some rest tonight"

"Yes ma'am"

"Okay back to what I was saying, we have a school science fair coming up, I hope you all have found a partner and decided what your doing this year....

"DRRRRIIINNNG" "Class don't forget to turn in what your project is for the science fair so I can approve it and your partners, You all have a great afternoon see y'all Monday!"

"Dean!!, wait up man." As he rustled his books together he catches up to speed with Dean.

"Have you come with anything we can do for the science fair?" He implied.

"Trevor, have you came up with thought to leave me the hell alone." "Look sorry man I'm exhausted, I been up all night." "Im still trying to figure out what we can do, we will figure out over the weekend."

Trevor smirked "it's okay, I be tired too if I was thinking about Veronica all night."he replied as he nudged Dean.

"I wasn't thinking about Veronica all night!!!, I was thinking about how... how....

"Ah cat got your tongue?"

"No!!.... FINE!!, maybe I was,I can't help she has beautiful brown hair and brown eyes." She's just perfect."

"I knew it", why don't you go and try to. Talk to her?" Trevor puts his books in his locker and closes it.

"Heyyyy what's cracka-lackin losers?"

"Ahh Evelyn, I need your opinion on something?"

"What you got?"

"Don't you think Dean should just suck up his fears and go talk to Veronica? ,What's your opinions about her?" Evelyn crosses her arms and looks at Dean then finds Veronica at her locker. She pans back to Trevor.

"I think she's a know it all and is an entitled brat."

"Cmon Evelyn be nice she's not all that bad."Dean rolled his eyes.

"Okay, has she ever came up to you and talked to you and not pretended your invisible?"

"Well yeah?!" Dean said sarcastically.

"She told me this one time to Borrow my mechanical pencil!"

Trevor and Evelyn looked at each other.

"That doesn't count" they both implied.

"PINCH POKE YOU OWE ME A COKE!!" Yelled Evelyn.

"Y'all are crazy, Veronica is gonna be mine someday, I may even ask her to prom!"

"As if, you can barely hold a conversation with her about a pencil let alone talk to her about going to prom?" Sighed Evelyn. Dean closes his locker.

"We should probably go we need to catch the bus before they leave, Trevor you still coming over tonight?"

"Yeah man, got to do a few chores before I can leave tho."

"Alright, text me." "Come on Evelyn if we don't go now we're gonna miss the bus."

"Waiting on you hotshot."

Me and Trevor have always been the best of friends since kindergarten. Just the two of us. Well was the two of us till Evelyn came along. Now it's three of us and that's how it's been for the past 11 years. After school we all mostly go on bike rides and explore. One day we were out exploring and we found a tree house, And that was the birth of our new hangout spot. Now everyday after school that's where we meet, hangout and chill. All three of us is into science. Love science! To be exact we love outer space. It's mostly what we do on our free time, gazing through the telescope looking at the stars. We also have high tech equipment, don't ask how we got it, just know we have it. We love tracking asteroids, and even search for rogue planets, black holes, dark matter Etc. in hopes that we could make our own discovery one day. But this one night in particular was only the start of what was about to come.

"Evelyn!!!...Trevor!!! You got to come look at this!!!"

"What does this mean?" She inquired.

"What in the hell!" Shouted Trevor

"I don't know what it means but we're going to figure it out."

[ragingbookdragon]

Even Though We May Be Hopeless Hearts Just Passing Through, I Was Made For Loving You PT. 1

Batsis x Kyle Rayner

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I realize the other story didn't follow the whole, dating the brother's best friend trope, so I decided to remedy it. And what do you get when you cross a hopeless romantic with someone who's new to love? Perfection. That's what. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Saturday mornings, in Dick’s opinion, were meant for sleeping in and quite possibly going to IHOP when everyone finally crawled out of bed at ten. They were not meant for being shoved in the side by a little brother.

“Golden-boy,” a voice grouched from beneath the bedside. “Your phone’s been going off for an hour. Either put it on silent or answer the goddamn thing.”

Dick let out a tired ‘pfft’, rolling onto his stomach, face buried in the side of the bed as he looked down to the floor. “Annoyed much, Little-wing?”

“I am going to shove that phone so far up your—”

Reaching over, Dick put the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

Where are you?

“Still in bed,” he responded, sentence ending in a groan as he stretched. “Why?”

You were supposed to be on the flight back to Gotham two hours ago.

Dick’s eyes went wide, and he sat up, gaping at the bedside clock. “It’s today.”

It is today. I can’t believe you forgot it was today.

“Oh my God, it’s today and we missed our flight.” He stumbled out of the bed, barely registering the shout from Jason as his foot landed in his brother’s stomach. “Jason, get up! It’s today!’

“What’s today?” his little brother griped, rubbing his abdomen.

“(Y/N)’s coming back!”

Jason’s eyes went wide, and he scrambled to his feet, hurriedly finding his bag to change out of his nightclothes. “Christ, I can’t believe we forgot that (Y/N) was coming home today!” he looked at Dick. “This is your fault.”

“My fault?” Dick yelped. “How is this my fault!”

He scowled. “Big brother wanted everyone to be with a sibling for the night, so they’d be together and be punctual but you and I both know neither of us have any concept of time.” His scowl grew. “I knew I should’ve bunked with Cass. She’s on time no matter what happens.”

Dick threw Jason’s sweatshirt at him. “Dress now, bitch later.” He put the phone back to his ear. “We missed our flight, but we can drive there.”

Your car’s in the shop.

“Shit,” he hissed, spinning in a circle to help his brain circuit enough to think of something new. “Uh-uh-uh—”

“Kyle!” Jason shouted, pointing at him. “Kyle’s like thirty minutes away from Manhattan! We’ll go to him for a ride!”

Dick grinned. “We’ll find Kyle.”

You sure Kyle’s at home?

“Pfft, Kyle’s always home on the weekends. He’s lazy.”

Just get here. (Y/N)’s plane is going to land in less than four hours.

“We’ll be there,” he said. “Is Diana coming too?”

Of course. She is (Y/N)’s mother.

“Nice. Alright, see you in Gotham, Bruce.”

Love you boys. And be careful. I’ve already heard that Cass, Tim, and Steph got into a fender-bender with Damian and Duke.

Dick blinked. “They’re…they’re legitimately driving separate cars? How’d they hit each other?”

Don’t ask.

The line went dead, and Dick looked at his brother. “Ready?”

Jason nodded. “Already got an Uber to Kyle’s place.”

“We could always just Uber to Gotham?” he offered, and Jason recoiled with a shocked look.

“And pay a ridiculous amount of money instead of just paying Kyle’s gas? Fuck no, big brother.” He shoved his wallet and keys into his pockets. “C’mon!” he chirped, rather excitedly. “Our baby sister’s coming home!”

***

When he swung the door open to yell at whoever was pounding on it, he wasn’t expecting to see two of his best friends grinning like idiots. “Wha—”

He’d barely gotten a word out when Jason shoved a bag of fast food in his hands. “Get dressed. You’ve gotta drive us to Gotham City.”

Kyle blinked, glancing down at the bag before looking at Dick. “Why?”

“Our sister’s coming home, and we overslept and missed out flight outta here.”

“And you came to me…why?” he asked.

“Because you have the functioning car.” Jason retorted, antsy on his feet. “C’mon Kyle. We have to hurry! (Y/N)’s coming home!”

Figuring it was better to agree than to argue, Kyle relented, handing back the bag of food before he disappeared into his apartment, reappearing moments later, dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, a graphic tee, and his usual slim casual jacket. He took the bag back and started digging around in it.

“Who’s (Y/N)?” he inquired, biting into a breakfast burrito as he locked his front door behind him.

“Our baby sister.” Jason said.

“I thought Cass was your baby sister?”

Dick nodded, getting out his own breakfast from the bag. “She is. But (Y/N)’s like…the OG baby sister.”

Kyle blinked, glancing over at him as he pushed the elevator button. “That makes no sense.”

“He means that (Y/N) was around before Cass was.”

“And she isn’t with you guys why?”

“She’s been on Themyscira for the last few years training with her grandmother and the other Amazons.” Jason answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world, stepping onto the elevator.

Kyle merely stared at the two brothers who were looking back at him; he felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. “Wait, your sister’s an Amazon?”

“Yep.”

“Who’s her mom?” he asked, stepping between them.

“Wonder Woman.” Dick said.

Strike two. “Who’s her dad?”

“Batman.” Jason responded.

Believe it or not, Kyle went three for three punches to the gut. “Bruce and Diana had a kid together?”

“Yeah.” Dick murmured. “I think it’s also why B’s so insistent against inter-team-relations.” He nudged Jason behind Kyle. “First time he attempts dating a coworker he ends up with a baby.”

Jason snorted. “And all those lessons about, ‘Children, whatever you do, don’t date anyone on your team. It’ll only lead to babies and limited visitation’.” He laughed again, then he frowned. “I don’t think any of us have followed that lesson.”

Dick opened his mouth to make an excuse but all that came out was a pitiful, deflate of air followed by, “That’s actually a good point.”

The elevator dinged and they watched the doors open before walking out towards the parking garage. They climbed into Kyle’s car, Jason in the front because his legs were longer than Dick’s, and Dick was a contortionist anyways so if anyone deserved to have their knees in their chest, it was him.

Halfway through the drive Kyle asked, “You guys are paying for my gas, aren’t you?”

All he received was unsure responses and he merely sighed.

***

He figured he should’ve just dropped Jason and Dick off at the airport in Gotham and drove home, but he couldn’t help but want to see just what the daughter of Wonder Woman and Batman looked like. He imagined a little girl dressed in a Batman suit three sizes too big and wielding a sword and a lasso way too heavy for her. It made him smile, the way that the two brothers gushed about (Y/N). From their praise, she was their world. Kyle had to see her though, because nothing was going to satiate that curiosity of seeing the big Batman’s daughter.

He watched Dick and Jason crane their necks like birds as they looked around. And honestly, the family shouldn’t have been that hard to find considering that every time Kyle was around the entirety of the Batfamily, they were like psychos on steroids—he very much so understood why the entirety of Gotham’s villains became flighty when every member of the Batfamily was out patrolling.

Kyle wasn’t expecting a voice to crack over the airport, loud and bubbly. “Brothers!”

All three of them stopped, even him who wasn’t even a sibling, looking over towards the call and Kyle’s jaw dropped as a young woman sprinted over to Dick and Jason, slamming into them with the weight of a train. The three of them collapsed into a pile on the floor, but they were laughing so Kyle assumed the siblings were alright.

“Princess!”

“Baby girl!”

“Oh, I am so glad to see you both!” she exclaimed. “I have waited so long to come home!” she was on her feet in moments, pulling them to theirs as if they weighed nothing. And Kyle knew Jason weighed a lot—he’d been crushed under his best friend before in fights.

Suddenly, she stopped and looked over at Kyle who immediately felt his heart lurch under her sharp gaze. “Who is this you have brought?”

Jason gestured to him. “(Y/N) this is Kyle. He’s a friend of Dick and mine. Kyle, this is our little sister, (Y/N).”

She huffed laugh. “I am not little, Jason. I am twenty-one.” Reaching out, she immediately pulled Kyle in for a hug, squeezing him tightly. “It is good to meet you, Kyle.”

“You too,” he murmured, feeling his cheeks warm as she pulled away and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Any friend of my brothers is a friend of mine.” (Y/N) smiled. “Are you a superhero as well?”

He couldn’t help but toss a quick glance towards Jason who nodded. “Uh, yeah. I’m a Green Lantern.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in wonder, and she let go of his shoulders in favor of grabbing at his hands until she found his ring. She stared at it, murmuring quiet, ‘ooo’s and ah’s’. “That is simply amazing!” she chirped, looking at him, and then she silently gasped, raising his hand near his eyes. “Oh…your eyes are almost the same color as your ring.”

Her smile made Kyle’s heart beat a little faster as she expressed, “They are beautiful.”

They gazed at each other, too captivated in the moment to understand that the family had gathered around them by then. Someone’s hand curled around (Y/N)’s wrist and she looked over seeing Dick tugging her hand away.

“C’mon Princess, let’s go get your things on the belt.”

She smiled and followed, giving a small wave to Kyle, who returned hers shakily whilst grinning like a dope.

Someone elbowed him in the ribs, and he gasped, holding his side as Jason muttered, “Don’t ever stare at my sister like that again.”

Kyle blinked, glancing at him. “What’re you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, you goddamn skirt-chaser.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Kyle spluttered.

“You’re thinking about it.” Jason warned, pointing a finger in his face. “Make a move on (Y/N) and I’ll kill you with your own ring.” Kyle recoiled just as she and Dick were coming back, both holding a suitcase.

“Father!” she called, glancing at Bruce. “Dick and I have retrieved my luggage.”

He smiled at her. “Let’s go put it in the SUV then.” He paused, looking over the large group. He and Diana had ridden together, and since his children had fender-benders, they’d picked up Cass, Tim, Stephanie, Duke, and Damian; there wasn’t room for (Y/N) too.

“Father? Is something the matter?” (Y/N) was staring at him with concern.

“There’s not enough room in the SUV for you too. Maybe we—”

“There’s room in my car for (Y/N)!” Kyle blurted out, smiling nervously at Bruce. “I can follow behind you.”

Before anyone could screech ‘NO!’, mainly Dick and Jason, (Y/N) lit up like the morning sun. “Oh, that is a wonderful idea!” she grabbed onto Diana’s arm. “We should all stop for ice-cream though! Mother, what do you say?”

She smiled at her and leaned over, kissing her head. “I say that sounds like a fantastic idea, daughter.”

Kyle grinned and held out his arm for (Y/N), her giggling as she took it. “You know, I don’t live in Gotham, (Y/N), but I do know a good gelato store around the area.”

“What is gelato?” she asked, and he groaned.

“Oh, I can’t believe you don’t know what that is.” He started off, pilling her along, leaving everyone behind. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

Jason’s face pinched and he looked over at Bruce. “Can I break the no-kill rule just once?”

Bruce blinked, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched his daughter laughing along with Kyle, both looking like newlyweds already. “Believe it or not, I’m strongly considering it.”

“Bruce.” Diana admonished. “Let (Y/N) and Kyle become friends. You know she doesn’t have many outside this family here.”

Dick growled. “Except Kyle doesn’t want to be friends with (Y/N), Diana. He wants to be her boyfriend.”

“They just met though?”

“Yeah, and Kyle’s a propose on week two type of man,” Jason griped. “Jesus Christ, this is going to be a disaster.”

“I don’t know about you guys, but (Y/N) and Kyle said gelato and you guys are just standing here.” Tim said. “Can we go now?”

[sashi-ya]

Hiya ! If requests are still open for this week could I ask for Marco with a tiny fem!s/o with a size kink ??? Thank you so much and hope you’re having a great day 💕💕💕

Hi darling!! Of course! I hope you like it ♥ Thank u for your request and all of the support! Have a great weekend ♥ ~

NSFW ~ Marco x F! Tiny! Reader ~ You Are So Tight For Me ~

TW: NSFW. Size kink. Best friends to lovers. Sex at a party. Unprotected sex. Kind of rough sex.

WC: 1.7K

Tag list: @undercoverweeeb @mistyroselove

Marco and you have always been good friends, really good friends. You love him as much as he loves you, yet, you too never ever had any romantic or sexual interaction before. You are so close, people usually think you two are a couple, yet you aren’t. Still…

You > Oiiii pineapple birb, are you up for tonight’s party at Izo’s? Pineapple Birb > Oi Tontatta, yeah. Be ready at 8.

“Tontatta? What does he mean with “Tontatta”??... OH…” you say while throwing the phone to the bed and realizing he was mocking you by your short height. “You fucking giant pineapple…” you grunt as you enter the shower.

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The sound of Marco’s pick up horn announces he is already waiting for you outside. You take your bag and keys and head out.

“G’Night” you say, struggling to enter the vehicle. “Why the hell did he buy such a big car?” you think while stretching your arm to close the door. Of course, you fail in the first attempt so the doctor bends over you and closes the door. Marco is not huge but compared to you it’s pretty big. He pats your lap, strongly, laughing. “Why the hell are you so tiny?” he says. And you can’t help but squirm a little on the seat thinking about his huge hand over your thigh in a friendly way that you wish was with other intentions.

Rolling your eyes you tell him to stop making fun of you and start driving. “Fineee” he says and hits the gas. Music blasting suddenly makes you forget about the touch of his hand over your thigh and you two sing -shout- “Good 4 U” by Olivia Rodrigo.

Marco parks over Izo’s house. He descends the pick-up and helps you. “Jump to pappa” he says, laughing. You frown and burn holes into his eyes. “Shut up” you say as he snatches you from under your shoulders and puts you down on the street. You are surprised, he has never helped you like this. Still, you act annoyed, “Who does he think he is to treat me like this?” you think.

Walking towards the door, you can see from the window the shadow of a boy wearing a straw hat running around. “Luffy” Marco and you say, laughing.

The night goes by with alcohol and food, so much food. Sanji cooked the equivalent of three full restaurants just for you -specially Luffy-. Everybody is a little tipsy, and so do you. Kiku, Izo’s sister, comes up with the idea of watching a horror movie. Everybody, except Chopper and Usopp agreed. Law and Robin decided the title, and oh boy, that was gore…

The boys set up the projector, and everybody takes his place. Sanji and Zoro begin fighting because apparently, they were “too close to each other” on the couch. Everybody look at them thinking the same, “why the fuck do you sit together if you don’t want to be close?” but then all of you remember they haven’t still figured out how much they love each other. So, for the sake of the group’s peace, Marco suggests that you could sit over his lap, and so they will have more room.

You agree instantly and sit over Marco’s legs. Your back laying over his chest. You are so used to him that this doesn’t represent a problem for you. But then, Marco snakes his arms around your waist and presses you tight against his lap. “What is this boy playing tonight?” you think.

Somehow, the idea of feeling so tiny, so squeezed against his body is making your core feel a little… fancy.

The movie starts, and so far, you haven’t gotten scared until the murderer appears out of nowhere and stabs the victim from his back. You jump over Marco’s lap, so suddenly that he also gets scared. “Shh” he whispers in your ear. A shiver runs through your spine, as you feel Marco’s warm breath on your neck. “Sorry…” you excuse yourself. “It’s ok” he says, and rests his chin over your shoulder, squeezing your waist even tighter. You gasp and fidget your ass over his groin. “Fuck it, he wants me” you think. And indeed, you feel how a hard -huge- bulge grows under your bottom… All of a sudden, a different movie plays on your head, the idea of him fucking you with his huge member makes you wet, so wet.

You start to act scared with every little scene, and with that, a little hump over him that makes his member grow harder and harder. No one will notice, everything is dark, they are all into the movie. And with the last little jump, Marco has had enough “Stop doing that or I’ll have to fuck you right here in front of our friends” he whispers. You swallow, you wanted to turn him on, but you’ve never expected he would be so straightforward to you.

You slowly turn around your face, his nose touching your cheek. “Then fuck me if you dare” you tell him. A sexy side smirk draws on his lips, and his hands pressed your lower belly so your sex could feel perfectly how hard he is. You realize you are probably gonna have a big time when taking him all inside, and that fans the fire inside you. “I’m gonna go to the restroom” you tell him, with an inviting grin. He lets go of you, and you walk upstairs.

A few minutes later, the bathroom opens and Marco looks at you up and down, scanning you with lustful eyes. You sexily take your jacket off and let it fall to the ground. He closes the door behind him and walks steadily towards you.

His right hand squeezes your throat. His left leg in between your legs, lifting you up as your back is pressed against the cold tiles of the bathroom. “Come on, hump over my leg now” Marco says. You try to gasp for air and do as he tells you to. You rub your sex against his thigh, your legs hang at each side. He is so big compared to you…

He then grabs you by your waist and sits you over the bathroom counter. You spread your legs, so he can come closer. His mouth invades yours, lustfully, feral. This felt way better than the times you’ve dreamt of it.

When he is satisfied with the taste of your mouth, he lifts you up. You cross your legs around his waist and Marco carries you to the next room. Who knows whose room it is? but you don’t care… He throws you to bed, you lay on your back while he unbuttons his white shirt. You enjoy the show of the big man in front of you, your body begs to be destroyed, to be fucked.

“Marco…” you mumble. “Hm?” he asks. “Fuck me, rough” you tell him. “You sure? I’m afraid I’ll destroy your insides” he says while leaning over you, already taking off your pants. “That’s exactly what I want” you say and bite your lip. “You little whore” he says laughing and pounces into you.

He bites your neck; you carve your nails on his back. His huge hands take off your shirt, exposing your perfect body to him. “God, why are you so tiny? I’m gonna rip you” he says, with one of your nipples on his mouth. You moan as his tongue wets your breasts.

He then traces a path of wet smooches from your tits towards your sex. He licks and kisses your hot skin, and you squirm. Yet, you are anxious to see his member, you’ve been wanting to see that huge dick in front and inside you for so long…

A finger enters your sex. “Oh, even my finger feels tight inside you… I wonder how I am gonna fuck your little cunt?” he asks, and that turns you so fucking much, he has no idea. Then, the second finger in. Slowly, but surely you dilate enough -or so that’s what you thought- to receive his shaft.

“I think I can manage to fuck you like this” Marco says while lowers the zipper of his jeans. You swallow, you want it inside now. He finally flashes his eight inches dick to you. You widen your eyes and he notices it. “Are you sure?” he asks. “Fucking destroy me, Marco” you tell him, delighted by the huge member in front of your eyes.

“Sure, my dear” he says, and aligns the tip of his dick with your entrance. You are so wet that it slides perfectly and even if Marco tries to hold back not to hurt you, he can’t take it any longer. Soon, he is balls deep inside you. You whine, loud enough for the whole house to hear you. “Shhh, little whore” he shushes you and covers your mouth with his hand.

You feel your walls stretch, they burn, but you love it. A bulge forms in your lower stomach whenever he is deep inside you, you watch it and the image makes both of you extremely aroused. He is indeed destroying your tiny body, and you are enjoying every single moment of it.

And after intense thrusts, your insides clenches around him as you are ready to fall into an intense orgasm. “Mhh babe… you are so tight. Even after fucking you so much” Marco whines. You moan as the last deep plunges send you to climax heaven. You squirt on the base of his dick, so hard, relieving the pressure, biting Marco’s shoulder.

He does the same a few seconds after, and he does not back off until your insides get filled fully with his warm seed…

“So, are we dating now?” he finally speaks, while resting after an amazing fuck. “Well, yeah, finally” you tell him and laugh soundly. Everybody knew that, except you two…

“We should come back, don’t you think?” you say. “I hope they didn’t hear us…” Marco tells you kissing your forehead… ♥ ~

[canarypoint]

Highways and Heart Eyes

A/N: hi it’s been a while...(?) unrelated but the brie larson thing that’s going around is stuck in my head because it’s like 60% of my fyp on tiktok rn. this is inspired/based on a story my mom told me last week lmao

A/N #2 (edit): so i’m an idiot and i forgot to give it a title but if anyone noticed that before i edited it, no you didn’t.

Pairing(s): Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warning(s): none? my really bad attempts at writing flirting?

Steve can say with one-hundred percent certainty that I-95 is simultaneously one of the greatest and worst things built in his time in the ice. The potholes are concerning enough, add to it the barely-bright-enough street lights and the exhausted, largely untrustworthy drivers racing their way home at almost midnight?

He almost prefers fighting Nazis or the Chitauri.

The drive itself has been boring thus far, but he thinks it might be taking a weird turn when he finds a car sitting on the side of the highway, its driver leaning against the hood flailing their unoccupied arm around while the other holds something up to the side of their face.

Steve puts his blinker on, pulling his Stark-issued (as Tony loves to call it) car up to the parked vehicle.

“Everything alright?” he asks, wincing when the person flinches at his voice. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I’m fine, just waiting for a friend,” the person answers automatically. They slide their phone into their pocket with a sigh, finally turning to Steve. “Oh my god, you’re Captain America.”

“Please, Steve is fine,” he answers with a soft laugh, trailing off in a silent question.

“Y/N,” they offer in return, their hands fidgeting.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to help?” he asks one more time; something tells him their earlier remark was a way to ward off creeps, not an actual response to his question.

Y/N looks at the passing traffic for a moment, their eyes squinting in contemplation. “Yeah, actually,” they say through a sigh. “My car’s out of gas and my phone just died…”

“Ah, I see. Let me call a friend of mine and we’ll have you back on the road in no time,” he offers with a smile, already slipping his phone out of his own pocket.

“Thanks, Captain,” they say with a mischievous smile as Steve laughs again.

“Steve,” he jokingly reprimands as he dials the first name he sees on speed dial. “Hey, Nat, I need a favor…”

•••

Steven Grant Rogers is an idiot. A brilliant soldier, a great man, an amazing friend, a fantastic leader (usually), but he is still an idiot out of work and off the field.

He called Natasha at eleven-forty-three at night to ask her to drive all the way to the outskirts of Cecil County, Maryland from New York City, just so she could sit with a complete stranger while he drives to the nearest gas station (it’s forty minutes away, because of course there’s major traffic tonight). If she’d known he just needed to refill someone’s tank, she would’ve stopped and gotten it on the way over.

Though, the person in not-so-perilous peril is pretty cute.

“I’m so sorry,” you ramble for the millionth time. Natasha just smiles and waves you off.

“It’s fine, I promise.” She means it, just as much as the first time she said it. It’s the thirty-seventh, not that she’s counting.

“Yeah, but, you’re an Avenger and like- you probably need as much sleep as you can get and now you’re wasting your night basically babysitting me and-”

“Hey, hey, breathe. I promise this isn’t a waste of my time. It’s not every day I get to spend time with a beautiful person,” Natasha interrupts. Honestly, how you manage to say so much in so little time is baffling.

You look down, and she can just barely make out the small smile on your face. You don’t say anything after that, and Natasha finds your suddenly-flustered state adorable.

“So,” she says. Why not start a conversation? Best way to figure out if you’re secretly a threat or not, it is her job after all. Not because in the fifteen minutes she’s known you, you’ve given her a sense of peace she’s never experienced before, she tells herself. “What were you doing out so late?”

“Oh, I was visiting a friend for the weekend, I’m on my way back to New York now,” you answer. It’s interesting how easily you’ve let your guard down around her.

Natasha hums, nodding her head as you continue to ramble about your trip. She finds herself smiling the more you talk, and eventually she asks you how you and your friend met.

“We met at NYU, she was my girlfriend’s roommate our first two years. Then we broke up and she became my roommate.”

Natasha’s eyebrow raises at the first ‘girlfriend,’ but she frowns when your smile falters. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine. It was what, four years ago?” you answer, your smile already back. “I think she’s on the west coast now, probably living out her dream as some old, rich, white guy’s newest plaything.”

Natasha can’t help but laugh, you sound so optimistic and innocent and yet the insult is anything but.

“And what about you? Living out your dream in the Big Apple?” Natasha asks.

You sigh almost dreamily, “Yeah, I work at a boxing club for kids in Queens. We teach them self-defense and give them a place to stay if they need it. Spider-Man actually stopped by a few weeks ago, said he was ‘in the neighborhood.’”

“That’s amazing,” Natasha says honestly.

“It was, he let some of the older kids try out his web shooters.” The redhead holds back a laugh at your obliviousness.

“I meant your job,” she corrects gently.

“Oh,” you laugh. “Yeah, I’m just trying to do my part to help people,” you reply softly. “I didn’t have a lot growing up, and my parents were never really around. I don’t want what happened to me to happen to them, too.”

“You are… something else, Y/N…” she trails off, hoping you catch on.

“Y/L/N,” you supply.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“You too, Natasha Romanoff.” The two of you laugh as Steve’s car finally approaches.

•••

Three days go by and you can’t get your conversation with the Black Widow out of your head. Looking back, you realize she was definitely flirting with you, and you were just too exhausted and oblivious to notice. It’s embarrassing to say the least, but you doubt she even remembers. It was probably just her way of filling the silence.

You internally sigh, refocusing on your surroundings.

“Jab,” you instruct, holding your target pads-clad hands up. Henry, one of the newer kids at the gym, throws his left arm forward, his feet sliding as his glove makes contact with yours. “Stand your ground, plant both feet down firmly.”

The kid corrects his stance, smiling when you nod your head in approval.

“Jab, again.” He hits the target, and you smile again when he doesn’t slip. “Nice job, buddy. Take five. And get some water!” you yell after him as he runs to the bench.

You take your gloves off as the front door’s bells chime, turning to greet the guest. “Hey, welcome, I’ll be right… with you…” you trail off as you make eye contact with a certain redhead.

“You wouldn’t happen to know a Y/N Y/L/N, would you?” she asks playfully. She leans on the front counter as you jog your way over.

“Maybe, anything they might be able to help you with?”

Natasha watches as a kid walks up to you, asking for help with her boxing wraps. “Well,” she watches the way you simultaneously help the little girl and watch Natasha with ease. “I was told there’s this awesome place that helps kids learn how to fight, and I thought I’d stop by and show ‘em how an Avenger does it. Plus, I heard Spider-Man was here once, and I think having the Black Widow come by would be a much cooler story to tell.”

You laugh, ruffling the kid’s hair before whispering to her that she’s good before turning back to the Avenger. “I- Thank you,” you say softly. “You didn’t have to do tha-”

“No, but I wanted to. Plus, I was wondering if you wanted to get coffee after your shift?” she says as you lead her towards a locker in the back.

“You can put your stuff in here, they’re employee lockers, so no one’ll mess with them,” you tell her when she glances around the room. “And yeah, I’d like that.”

Natasha beams, and it’s immediately ingrained into your mind forever. Maybe getting stuck on a busy highway wasn’t too bad after all.