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Chapter 5- Racing for Love

Unravelling Max's Mystery (Max Verstappen x Online Friend!Reader)

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Summary- Y/N spends her time in Netherland with Max while his girlfriend no where to be seen. They spend Christmas and New Year together. Y/N can't get over Max; maybe it's for the best. Max realised he loves her.

{Reader's POV}

I headed back to the hotel after the race to get dressed and meet up with Max. Every one was going to be celebrating Max's win at the club. All the drivers were also joining, making it the perfect opportunity for us to meet. I was so excited. I wore a navy blue body con midi dress, it made me look and feel hot. I had told Max I'd meet him there, yet he insisted on picking me up. I was almost done getting ready when Max knocked on my door. I opened it to a much cleaner Max. I grabbed my purse and headed out with Max. "Is your girlfriend in the car?" I asked walking along with him. "No" he answered and then we walked in silence to the car. On the way there I asked again, "Is she meeting us there?" "No" he replied shortly. "Why?" I asked again. "She went back home" Max said in a tone that meant he didn't wanna talk about it anymore.

At the party, I had a lot of fun. I got to meet everyone who were very kind, welcoming and funny. They were all shocked that Max had a friend for so long that no one knew about, Charles and Lando included. We laughed, we drank, Max was pretty sober, not having touched a drink since we got there. "Why aren't you drinking?" I slurred having gulped down my previous shot of vodka, I'd lost the count of how much I had to drink since I got handed a glass as soon as one finished. "I drove here, we need to drive back to the hotel" he replied. "OHHHHH, LET'S DANCE" I shouted over the loud music. "You should go, I'm good here." Max replied while preventing Lando from toppling over. I sauntered my way to the dance floor, a guy had made my acquaintance as soon as I started dancing and we were having a lot of fun until, Max came dragging me back to where we were sat. "Max, I'm having fun. Lemme go" I whined trying to pull my hand away from his but drunk me wasn't very strong. "Drink some water and then we're leaving." he stated. "What? But we just got here. Look at all those bottle" I pointed at the bottles behind the bartender, "I need to sample those" I cried. "You can sample the alcohol later. We don't want you to get alcohol poisoning." he said shaking his head. "I have a good tolerance. SEE" I said while finally breaking free from him to try to walk in a straight line only to fail miserably and almost fall. I was only saved by Max's crazy fast reflexes, who caught me at the right moment and carried me over his shoulder back to his car, all the while I was screaming. "PUT ME DOWN....MAXIE.....YOU'RE MAKING ME DIZZY....PLEASE....I THINK I'M GONNA puke" I puked as soon as he put me down next to his car; thankfully having the brain to stop myself from puking all over his expensive car. I brushed the back of my right hand against my lips after puking, "Thank god I didn't puke on your car. haha. I don't think I can afford to clean it" I laughed. He handed me a bottle of water and got me in the car after that. The hang over wasn't as bad as I had expected it to be; maybe because Max got me medicines to help.

I spent the next few days in Zandvoort going to some of the very few places Max was allowed to go and have fun as a kid. We even went go karting. It was a shitty feeling racing against a World Champion since that idiot can't just enjoy the race. He had to make everything a competition. How did he expect me to win when this was the first time I was karting while he did this as a living for many years. We had bet on the fact that the loser had to do whatever the winner wanted; in all my confidence I had said yes, I had forgotten that my opponent was Max Verstappen. Yet, when he won after one pout, Max forgot he's the winner and let me get what I wanted since it was technically cheating since this wasn't his first time and it was mine. So, that's how we ended up watching Barbie at the end of the day. As I wiped away tears, I saw that Max was also wiping away tears. I'm never gonna let him hear the end of this.

The next few days were a blur, I tried to make the best of the situation since I wasn't sure when I would get to meet Max again. I packed up my stuff, a question still lingered on my mind; where the fuck was his girlfriend?. So, I decided to have this conversation in the car where he wouldn't be able to escape me like he did the last few days. Max carried my stuff to his car and loaded it in the car. I sat down on the passenger seat waiting for Max to come. We drove off towards the airport when I said, "Maxie, I haven't seen your girlfriend since the race. I was really looking forward to getting to know her" "Oh, umm" he sighed, "Actually, we broke up" he said while looking straight ahead. "What? Why? Is it because you hugged me first at the race. Fuck, should I apologise?" I rambled. "Schat, nonsense. We hadn't been getting along for a while. I'd been thinking about breaking up with her for a while, it just happened when you were there. It's not your fault" he clarified. My shoulders sank while I waited to get to the airport. I bid Max a good bye and he promised to come visit or have me visit during the off season. I promised to meet him soon. With a heavy heart, Max disappeared in the crowd as I walked into the airport.

We went back to our previous routine of talking on video calls. I ended being spoiled a lot more now that he knew where I lived because I would come home to a new package I didn't remember ordering at my front door when I returned from work. If I asked him why, and he'd just shrug it off and say that it was something that reminded him of me when he was in that country for the race. After a few packages, it was overwhelming me. I felt like I was using my rich friend for financial gain. We were on call after I had opened up a package I got from Brazil. Y/N- Max, you can't keep sending me so much stuff. There was a box full of trinkets and snacks from Brazil. Max- It was nothing, did you like it? Y/N- No Max- oh ok, what do you want? I can get that for you? Y/N- Maaaaxxxxx, that's not what I meant. You have to stop sending me stuff now. It's getting over whelming. Max- But...I just wanted to bring a little something back from every race. Y/N- Yes, do that for yourself. Not me Max- I've always wanted to take you along to races and bring you stuff back from races since I've known you. Now that I can, let me make up for all the lost time. Y/N- I get the sentiment Max, I do, but no. It's making me feel crappy since I'm not able to get you anything. I enjoy our friendship, I do not want to feel like I'm using you. Max- You're not using me. I'm using myself, honestly. Y/N- I don't want to come home to anymore packages any more. If you really want to get me something, think about it for a couple time. One or two items that you would like to get for me, is perfectly fine. Max- Ok...I really wanted to get you things though. Y/N- You can tell me about your weekend. I'll listen but this is overbearing to me. Finally he got what I meant.

We ended up making a plan for the off season. Max had won the season with the amount of points he had scored. It was a given that he was gonna be the World Drivers Champion for 2023. So, I wanted to celebrate it with him. He offered to fly me out to Abu Dhabi for the race which would not be possible since I had work. That's why we planned to spend the Christmas break together. I did suggest leaving a few days before Christmas so he can spend it with his family but he was vehemently against it. I had started Christmas shopping in November, could've done it earlier. I got Max an ugly Christmas sweater with the grinch and a matching one for myself. It would be like a friendship bracelet. We would be spending the holiday in Monaco because of the privacy and I wanted to get away from here for a few days at least. I kind of wanted to clear my feeling for Max during this trip too. Being on the receiving end of Max's affection with gifts or the phone calls wasn't easy when you were in love with him. He made it so difficult to try and get over him when he would sweet talk his way back into my heart whenever I thought I didn't like him in that way.

I had sent my collection to the author I was editing for currently since she wanted to read it ever since I mentioned that I wrote. I sent her the email a couple days after going over the collection one last time. It was exciting and nerve wrecking. Maybe getting the opinion of a fellow author would help me make it better and improve it, if need be.

The last race of the season was upon us. Max was crowned the World Driver's Champion for the third time. I texted him as soon as the race ended and congratulated him. I couldn't believe that I got to witness a Max win. The day couldn't get any better when I got a call from the author I was editing for who said that she loved the collection of poems I sent her and she wanted to help me get it published under the publication she worked for. She had been working for that publication for so long and was the biggest earner that they couldn't deny her request. In her defence, she said that the poems were so good that any one stupid would only reject it. I was asked to edit it and the author was an angel to help me out. Her reasoning was that this was a mutually beneficial relationship since she hadn't enjoyed working with someone as much as she enjoyed working with me.

Winter break couldn't come any sooner. I had packed my bags; no work, done with my editing side gig. I couldn't wait to hang out with Max. The flight there felt so long, maybe it was the excitement of wanting to see him. Max was waiting for me at the airport when I got there. A big smile on his face as I walked towards him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I hugged him. He twirled me around a little before putting me down. We walked back to the car with my bag in Max's hand. The ride there was filled with a lot of talking on Max's part. Hearing him go on about what he loved was the warmest feeling. "The cats are so excited to see you" he said. "So, you aren't?" I joked. "What no" he was flustered. "I'm excited to." he mumbled a tint of red visible on his cheeks. My heart leapt in my chest as I watched him blush. What if I wasn't delusional? What if he liked me? I thought.

At his home, the cats were a little cautious of the stranger that had entered their space but recognised me quickly by my voice and a few hours later I was sat with both of them sat on either side of me; petting the two with both of my hands. Max snapped a picture of us sat on the couch. "Can't believe this is the life you live" I said petting his cats, a soft purring exuding from both. "Having cats is the best thing ever" I almost screamed from excitement. Max laughed. "I might kidnap them" I suggested. Max shook his head, "You will do no such thing"

The next few days leading up to Christmas were a a blur, we spent time around the city, walking around and site seeing. Max was a great tour guide since he stored the most random information in his head. He gave me a quick history lesson on a lot of the places we went to. We walked along the track in Monaco since I wanted to. We went hiking; I was very out of shape is the conclusion I've come too. We spent the day leading up to Christmas cooking at home and decorating the place. This was the first time since I moved out from my parents place did I end up celebrating Christmas.

We ended up sleeping on the couch as we watched Christmas movies after tiring our self out with the decoration. I woke up in Max's arms, a warm fuzzy feeling erupted in my stomach as I watched soft snores emit from Max's lips. I carefully pried myself out of Max's grasp. When I returned, I found a disheveled Max sat on the couch. "where did you go?" he asked while rubbing his eyes. "I had to pee" I said, now sitting down on the couch beside him. "Should we open presents?" I asked. "Lemme freshen up" Max mumbled while getting up. He came back, much more awake and with 2 cups of coffee for us. We drank in silence until Max brought his present for me from under the tree and handed it to me. There were a few actually; a book on Formula One with Max's face on it, a pendent with a sapphire stone and a stupid coffee cup saying 'best friends forever'. I smiled as I held the cup against my lips acting like I was sipping coffee. "Thank you Maxie" I said. He just smile. "Now, it's your turn." I said. He grabbed the other presents; which included an ugly sweater, a Sid from Ice Age plushy and a perfume from Max's favourite brand. "These are a lot of things" he said. "Yeah, I wanted to spoil you" I smiled. "I feel spoilt" he smiled back. "I got us matching ugly sweater" I said while going to grab mine. We ended up putting our sweaters on. "I didn't tell you but I got signed by a publication" I said while Max inspected his sweater. He looked up with shock and happiness in his eyes. He quickly hugged me, "I'm so proud of you. I knew you could do it" he said while hugging me. I hugged back, "Thank you for believing in me" I said with tears in my eyes.

Christmas was a weird day, we had Turkish kabab because Max wanted to. I wasn't one to say no to delicious food. The days between Christmas and New Year were a bit of a blur honestly. On new year's eve, we went out with a couple of his friends. I had decided not to drink my weight in alcohol. As we all counted down the time to new year, the excitement palpable. When the clock struck 12, I was pulled towards the guy next to me who had made acquaintance much to Max's dismay. He pressed his lips against my lips, easing me into a kiss. When I pulled away to look at Max, who's eyes flashed hurt. I hugged Max wishing him a happy new year. We left a little while later. Max was uncharacteristically quite as we drove home.

We never spoke about the silent treatment Max gave me on the way back from the club. I left Monaco a few days after. Our friendship returning to it's long distance status. With Max having to train for the next season and me having to prepare for school and my book.

The next few months were a blur with both of us quite busy. Max kept is his streak of winning the races and watching him win was a proud feeling. He would call me at the end of the day to discuss what happened and I enjoyed listening to him even though I didn't know shit about cars.

I spent the entirety of my spring break and summer break with Max, travelling to his races; which he insisted I joined. The feelings I had for him only grew. I tried to keep myself in check but all the small things he would do made it impossible. He was caring and sweet and kind, and most of all my first love that I had a hard time moving on from.

His summer break was spent lounging around my house. He accompanied me to the launch of my book; going as far as to promote it on his socials. People had started to speculate that there was something going on in between us. Max didn't really answer those questions or even try to kill the rumours. He got me a big bouquet of my favourite flowers when he came to the book launch. We went out for dinner to celebrate; ending up on all the tabloids the next day. I apologised to Max about the mess but he was unbothered, a little smile played on his face after he read the articles but nothing more.

After the summer break, Max was flying out to Netherland, for his home race. I couldn't join him due to there being a few tests I needed to grade but promised to be there for the race. I flew in the morning of the race, Max showing up at the airport to pick me up. He wouldn't let me be on my own, if he was there. We caught up on the stuff that happened in the 2 days we didn't speak. It felt like routine talking to Max. If we didn't, it felt like my day had gone my horribly and everything that could go wrong would go wrong. There was comfort in Max's voice and his arms whenever he hugged me.

I accompanied Max to the paddock, the cheers loud. Last year, was the first time I was here, this year it felt so familiar even though it was only my second time. Max wasn't starting pole but he could still finish first since he was in the front row. The race started off with Max over taking Lando at turn 1. The chance of Max wining his home race for the fourth time seemed more likely. But as the race went on, Max lost his P1 to Lando who kept the distance between him and Max a constant. Making Max finish P2, the way he started. He got out of the car to find me and his team waiting for him. I mouthed a congratulations as he walked towards me. He had tears in his eyes, "I wanted to ask you out as a race winner." he said wiping his tears. My heart skipped a beat; "You can still ask me out" I suggested. "But I'm scared of what you'll say" he muttered. "My answer would be the same, whether you were P1 or P2" I said. "And what's that?" he asked expectantly. "I would love to go out with you, Maxie" I said with a smile and tears in my eyes. Max almost jumped when he heard me, "Go on and finish up. We have a lot to talk about" I said pushing him towards the media pen.

I was waiting in his driver's room just like last year. But this time it was different, there were butterflies in my stomach and I couldn't stop smiling. I found myself pacing around the room, imagining what we would say. I was pulled out of my thought by Max now standing at the door. "Hi" he greeted shyly. "Hey" I replied, sitting on the sofa followed by Max. We sat facing each other, he took my hands in his, "Lifde, I can't believe this" he began. "me neither" I chimed in. "I've liked you for so long, I don't remember a time I didn't like you since I've known you" I continued. Max couldn't help but smile. "I didn't think you felt the same" I said. "I didn't think you felt the same either." He added. "Y/N I really wanted to win this race and ask you out as a race winner." He sulked. "You're already a race winner and a three time champion at that. I couldn't ask for more. Plus I couldn't care less; to me you'll always be a winner" I said. He took my face in his hands, "Can I kiss you?" he asked softly. I nodded. His lips inched closer to mine before they touched, our eyes fluttered close, his lips dry and chapped against my soft shiny glossed lips. Our lips moved in synchrony, tilting our head as we deepened the kiss. His hand trailing down from my cheek to my waist to pull me closer, I was now sat on his lap. I pulled away breathless, our foreheads touching, breaths intermingling, eyes locked; "I love you Y/N" he stated. "I have for a while. I didn't know how to say it. I'm glad not winning pushed me over the edge" "I love you too, Maxie. Can't wait to celebrate your fourth championship" I said. "You think?" he asked. "I know" I said, cupping his cheeks to kiss him again. His hands on my waist pulled me closer, as if it was even possible. "Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked in between kisses. "Yes" I breathed out as we continued to kiss.

When god sends blessings, it becomes hard to count. I got the man of my dreams and the stepping stone to my career goals.

[scribblesofagoonerr]

I'm not a loser!

Pairings: lia wälti x teen reader, caitlin foord x teen reader, awfc x teen reader

Massive thinks to @alotofpockets for her help with motivating me to write and put this out. Sorry it's taken a while, but I wasn't overly keen with how I wrote it & even now, I feel like it's not my best work.

I hope you like it though, and please let me know your thoughts of what you'd like to see happen in this mini fic series!

Things really hadn’t been going in your favour today at all, in fact it had been a completely terrible day at school and you didn’t realise that it was only about to get worse.

Since the day started, it had been horrible from the very minute that you woke up, overhearing the latest argument between your two mums’ on the phone as they fought about you, but you didn’t care to listen to any of the conversation; It always seemed to land back around on the same topic that you argued about, and that subject being you.

It seemed like your mood only worsened when your latest test was handed back to you, graded with a big fat F circled in red around it and it’s not like the disappointing look you received from your teacher helped matters either.

You were quick to shove the paper in the bottom of your backpack, at least then you could try and forget about it; The last thing you wanted was to see the disappointed looks from either of your mums, after you promised them that you would try and keep your head down.

But sometimes it was easier to say that then actually do it.

It’s not like you have ever been a troublemaker in school, but it’s been tough to keep on top of everything and now you’re finding yourself both in trouble at school and at home; You were currently grounded after the latest stunt that you pulled over the weekend with Kyra, which you didn’t find completely fair, but your mama seemed to think different, so what did you know?

The rest of the morning at school hadn’t exactly been great either, you’d somehow managed to land yourself with a break time detention for the forgotten piece of English homework that you were supposed to hand in, but it wasn’t meant like you did it on purpose when there’s added pressure from football games and training, not to mention the messy home life situation that you currently faced, so it's’ safe to say that your school work has now been slacking ever so slightly.

By the time that the bell for lunch went, you were more than ready to escape the classroom. However, when you were walking out of the classroom that’s when it all changed and you came face to face with your tormentor.

“Oi, Y/L/N!” You flinched at the familiar voice of your bully shouting at you from behind, just as you thought that you had been doing so well to avoid them only for you to turn a corner and see them.

You could say that life’s never really been the easiest roller coaster for you, your past homelife hadn’t exactly been fantastic and you’d never even felt true happiness until you found your home at your childhood dream club with a new family that welcomed you with open arms.

The day you signed your first ever professional contract, your life changed completely. When the opportunity arose for you to play for the Arsenal womens’ senior team, you couldn’t help but leap at the chance to play for your dream club, even if you were still quite young.

It was all you’d ever wanted to do.

Despite the rough start in your life, you’ve necessarily not been one of those types of kids to act out, you just get on with life without a single complaint, even with the challenges that you’ve faced in life.

Just like the current situation right now, your own personal tormentor.

You weren’t bothered at first when it was tolerable, it was just harmless name calling and sure, the names’ spilled were mean but you had enough sense just to ignore them but then it got worse and eventually the names turned into physical assault.

You just didn’t know what to do anymore.

“Oi, don’t ignore me, Y/L/N. I know you can hear me, you stupid twat” Your own personal bully continued to shout aloud to get your attention.

Mustering up all the courage that you had, you bit your bottom lip and spun around to face your bully although they were tall and had that slight advantage over you, “I… I wasn’t ignoring you. I just didn’t hear you” Your quick to lie and cover your tracks.

“Whatever” The older girl muttered, rolling her eyes before she continued to push you into a nearby locker, “Listen, stupid. The chemistry homework needs to be handed in today, do you have it or not?”

Your eyes widened in a sudden panic, you’d completely forgotten about it when you were so busy with football and trying to keep up with your own school work that you pushed your bullies’ to the back of the pile, and now you knew that you were gonna pay for it.

“Well, do you?” You pulled out of your thoughts by a sharp pinch on your bicep.

“Um, no… I forgot about it” You quietly admitted, although you knew it was an instant mistake right there and then.

“You forgot? Huh, you really must’ve been born stupid then” The bully spat venomously as they tower over you with a menacing look on their face, “Well, I guess we have a problem now then, don’t we?” they sneer at you.

A single second later, you hissed out loud in pain at the instant impact of being thrown directly into the locker behind you, you can’t help but flinch as an automatic response to the violence that is being directed towards you while you peer up with wide eyes as they tower over you with a venomous look in their eyes.

“You’re not going to fight back, you wuss? What a loser!” They taunt you before they throw you directly into the locker again, “Huh, no response, no defence. You really are a sad little lost orphan aren’t you” they continue to taunt.

You don’t know what it was inside of you but it was like something snapped. You couldn’t take it any longer of the harsh comments spewed or the violence, you didn’t have to put up with it either.

“I’m not… I’m not an orphan” Your usual calm approach to your bully has gone as you can’t help but growl at the older girl while clenching your fists tightly, “I’m not a loser either, I’m not— I’m not!” 

“Oh, yeah? Prove it then, loser” They smirk, almost challenging you.

You couldn’t even explain the next few minutes even if you tried. 

It was like you blacked out in a state of absolute rage, your fists flying at them as you remembered the self-defence that your mum had so helpfully taught you in case you ever needed it in a situation like this, and now it finally came in handy against them.

“I’m not… I’m not a loser!” You exclaimed loudly as you lifted your own fist up and swung it in the direction of their face, “I am not… I am not a loser!” You’d lost control of your anger like a flick of the switch, lashing out and throwing punches at your bully whos’ been endlessly taunting you for the better part of the last several months.

Even though you know you were  bound to be in trouble for it, you couldn’t care less right now because punching your bully and sticking up for yourself was definitely worth it in the end.

And maybe this way, you’d be able to get the attention of both your mums’ in the same room, so that was another positive reason to punch the girl square in the face.

“Yes, that’s fine. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Bye” Lia exhales a sigh as she ends the most recent phone call with your head teacher this week, having asked her to come down to the school after you’d landed yourself in trouble.

“What’s going on?” Leah looks at the older women confused as the trains alongside her in the gym.

Lia exhales a sigh and slips her phone into her pocket, “That was the school again. Y/N is in trouble” she explains to the blonde.

“Again?” Leah's eyebrows furrow, confused, “What happened this time?” she wonders.

“I don’t know, but I guess I’ll find out when I get down there” Lia mumbles, standing up from the bench that she was previously sitting on, “I seriously don’t know what’s been going on with her lately. It’s just one thing after another” she adds.

“I guess Y/N/N is having a rough time, maybe?” Leah comments that sounds more like a question, not used to your recent streak of wild behaviour compared to the calm girl you are usually.

“What’s going on with Y/N?” Caitlin overhears the conversation and the mention of your name, before she makes her way over to join the two women, “Is she okay? Has something happened?” she asks, confused.

Lia exhales a sigh as she has to face her ex-girlfriend and speak to her, “The school just called, Y/N is in trouble” she explains once more as she pinches the bridge of her nose.

“What? What happened?” The Australian woman frowns and digs into her own pockets, pulling her phone out to check for any missed calls from the school, “The school hasn’t phoned me about it” she mumbles, furrowing her eyebrow.

“Well there’s no point in phoning both of us when we’re at the same place most of the time, is there?” Lia remarks, not having the time nor energy to explain anything further.

Caitlin continues to frown and shake her head in disagreement, “I should still be kept in the loop with what’s going on. I hardly hear what’s happening with her at the minute” she states.

“You are told what’s going on Caitlin, I don’t keep things from you” Lia exhales a sigh as she tries to keep calm while talking to her ex-girlfriend, “What more do you want me to do?” she asks.

“Aye, that kid. What’d she do this time?” Katie joins in on the conversation, not sensing the seriousness of it all, “Bad mouth the teacher or get caught cheating on a test?” she jokes.

Lia purses her lips in annoyance with the Irish woman, “It’s not funny, Katie” she states, bluntly.

“Oh come on, so the kid gets into a bit of trouble every now and then. It’s not a big deal” Katie insists, rolling her eyes.

“You’re clearly not seeing the point of how serious this is then, Katie” Leah steps in as she can see Lia getting herself annoyed with Katie’s mock teasing, “This isn’t funny, you know Y/N/N and you know that she’s never usually like this at all!” she remarks.

Katie holds her hands up in mock surrender, “Relax, eh, Williamson, will ya? I’m only joking here, there’s no need to take the high ground about this now, is there?” she says and she can’t help but rile the blonde up.

Leah scoffs in disagreement with the brunette, “You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if her behaviour as off lately was down to your antics when she’s around your house on the weekend, cos’ she certainly doesn’t act like this when she’s at Lia’s house” she remarks.

“My antics?” Katie fires back in disbelief.

“Y/N/N acting up isn’t anything to do with how she is at ours” Caitlin chips in and defends the pair of them, “I don’t know what is going on with Y/N/N but this isn’t something that’s neither mine or Katies’ fault” she tells them.

“Oh, really?” Leah scoffs and raises her eyebrows before she looks at the Swiss woman, “Do you want me to come down to the school with you?” she offers.

“Would you?” Lia glances at the blonde in appreciation.

“Of course, I would–” Leahs’ agreement is cut off.

“No way, absolutely not!” Caitlin interjects, very much in disagreement with that decision, “If anyones’ going down to the school with you then it should be me!” she states.

“Caitlin–” Lia begins to speak.

“No, I’m Y/N’s mum just as much as you are, Lia” The Aussie woman insists, not liking the idea of being pushed out of the picture, “We should go down to the school and deal with this together, as a family” she mumbles.

“We broke up Caitlin, we’re not a family anymore” Lia quietly tells her, shaking her head in disagreement, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to go down to the school together, Caitlin. I will go with Leah and then I’ll just tell you what happens” she tells her.

“Why not? No offence, Leah but this hasn’t got anything to do with you!” Caitlin objects to the idea as she looks at the blonde.

“I’m going there to support Lia and that’s important right now” Leah explains to the Aussie woman.

Caitlin shakes her head completely in disagreement with the idea, “No, no– I should be there, Y/N is my daughter, not yours!” she points the finger at the blonde firmly before she looks at Lia, “Fine, if you don’t think we should both go down there then why don’t I just go down there? In fact I’ll take Katie, we’ll take her back to ours afterwards instead” she declares.

“Oh yeah, Y/N/N loves Coopurr!” Katie exclaims, in agreement with the suggestion.

“There we have it then. I’ll find out what’s been going on with Y/N/N and then we’ll go back to ours” Caitlin insists with the idea.

Lia shakes her head in disagreement, “Oh, and make it seem like I’m the bad cop when you bring her home?” she questions.

“That’s not what I’m trying to do here, Lia! I’m just trying to help you out here and be the parent that Y/N/N needs– She’s my kid too, you know?” Caitlin shouts back in response, earning the attention of a few girls in the gym, including their captain Kim.

“I’m not saying that she isn’t. I know she is but it’s easier to do it this way” Lia explains, avoiding the looks from the rest of the girls in the gym who look concerned.

“Is it? It just seems like you’re pushing me out of the picture!” Caitlin makes her feelings evidently clear.

“Caitlin has got a point, Lia. You can’t stop her from seeing Y/N/N like you’re trying to do that” Katie chips in, looking at the Swiss woman.

Lia turns to look at Katie in disbelief, “Stay out of this, Katie. This isn’t your argument to get involved in” she says as she begins to collect her stuff. 

“Okay, alright, that’s enough. You’re all causing a scene in here” Kim speaks up loudly as she walks over to them as she overhears the conversation between the 4 adults in the gym, “What is going on?” she asks, glancing between them all.

“Y/N got into trouble at school” Lia begins to explain.

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t have known that unless I didn’t overhear Lia and Leah talking about it” Caitlin huffs and rolls her eyes.

“I told you, I was getting round to it” Lia fires back as she scowls at her ex-girlfriend.

“Yeah, right” Caitlin mutters in disagreement, “ “And now she won’t even let me come down to the school with her, when I have every right to do that!” she adds.

“It’s just better this way, Caitlin” Lia explains to her ex-girlfriend, exhaling a sigh.

“Caitlin has every right to be there for Y/N” Katie chips in defending her girlfriend.

“Why are you getting involved in this, Katie?” Leah questions the Irish women.

“Why are you getting so involved, Leah?” Katie fires back at the blonde.

“Seriously, Katie? You just seem to find this whole thing hilarious like it’s one big joke!” Leah mutters, shaking her head, “I’m right to want to be there for Lia in this” she adds.

Kim shakes her head in disbelief at the 4 of them acting like they are, “Alright, that’s enough. Okay?” Kim interjects in an authoritative tone of voice as she looks between the 2 exes, “Regardless of you all blaming each other, it’s not going to help you figure out what is going on with Y/N/N unless you work together” she tells them.

Lia’s facial expression softens in realisation, “You’re right, Kim. I didn’t think about it that way” she admits as she looks at her ex, “Look Caitlin, I’m not trying to push you away like you think I am. I just think it’ll be difficult for us to both be there, right now. I’m sorry and I know Y/N is your daughter and you do have every right to see her, just as I do but I would prefer to do this with Leah by my side instead, okay? I’ll text you and let you know what is said, but please understand I find it better to do this way” she tells the woman quietly, finding it hard enough to be in the room with her ex-girlfriend without dealing with anything else.

Without saying anything more, Lia and Leah left the gym as they quickly notified Jonas about the recent events, before they head out to the car to make the way down to your school to find out what trouble you’ve landed yourself in this time.

You knew the single minute that you raised your fist at the girl it would end up in dire consequences, however now finding yourself sitting outside the head teachers’ office with bruised and bloody knuckles, you remain hopeful that this latest stunt was something that both of your mums would be coming down to talk to the head teacher.

Although you still can’t help but wonder how it got so bad?

It wasn’t like you could talk to either of your mums though, because most of the time when you spent time with either of them, you didn’t really want to mention the other in case it brought up any sort of hurt feelings, but you needed them both together.

You didn’t really mean to get yourself in that much trouble today, in fact you’ve never really been one to cause many problems at school if you’re being honest, but you were just so sick of them pushing you around and calling you endless names that you finally had enough and lashed out.

As soon as you hear the sound of footsteps nearing you, you remain hopeful as you look up with eager eyes, hopeful to see your two mums together.

However, you’re severely disappointed when its’ your mama and Leah instead.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, you didn’t want Leah to be here with your mama; You wanted your mama and mum together, but why did that seem so impossible to do?

“Hi mama” You mumble, biting your bottom lip as you avoid the disapproving look on both of their faces, “Hi Leah” you acknowledge the presence of the blonde, whos’ stood there obnoxiously chewing gum.

“Hey kid” Leah greets you with a worried smile.

Lia exhales a sigh and shakes her head, “What have you done this time, Y/N/N?” she questions.

“It wasn't my fault” You try to defend yourself, picking at the skin around your nails.

“I find that one hard to believe Y/N. This is the third call I have had from your school this week” Lia reminds you, moving to sit beside you on the uncomfortable plastic chair, “Do you want to tell me what happened before I go in and speak to your head teacher?” she asks.

“Nope” You shake your head in disagreement.

Leah furrows her eyebrows and sits on the other empty chair, “What happened, kid? It’s not like you to be in this much trouble, or acting out in general” she tries to get answers out of you.

You shrug your shoulders carelessly and bite your bottom lip, “Dunno, is mum coming down as well?” you wonder, curiously as you look at Lia.

“No, Y/N/N. It’s just us– Is this why you’ve gotten yourself into trouble at school, so your mum and I would come down together?” Lia asks in realisation, putting the pieces together about it all.

“Maybe, sorta. I don’t know, cos’ it didn’t work anyways” You mumble, deflating your shoulders as you stand up to head into the office after the head teacher calls you all in; Leah and Lia share a look of confusion with another, finding it hard to understand why you would do that as they follow you in behind.

The result of your behaviour in school leads to you being suspended for the next 2 weeks, which your mama isn’t best pleased with at all if the silence is anything to go by as you trail behind them to the car.

Every time you have tried to talk, you're met with a stern look from the Swiss woman which makes you shut up pretty quickly.

“Mama?” You try your luck to get her a response.

Once again, you were met with complete silence on the car ride back apart from the faint sound of music playing.

“Okay, I know I messed up but how much longer am I going to receive the silent treatment for?” You huff aloud as you peer out the window as your mama drives out of the school car park.

Yet again, complete silence.

“Come on, seriously? The fight wasn’t even my fault in the first place!” You whine in protest, huffing and crossing your arms in the back of the car.

Leah clicks her tongue as she sits in the passenger seat, “You shouldn’t even be fighting in the first place, Y/N” she states sternly.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes and not snap back at the blonde, who you really don’t know why she’s even here, you wanted your mum instead, not her.

“I had my reasons to do it, Leah!” You mutter as you glance out of the window in the back of the car.

“Hey! Be nice” Lia glares at you to knock it off.

“What? I’m not doing anything!” You huff in annoyance and fight the urge to kick the back of her seat, “And I did have a good enough reason!” You still continue to insist.

“I don’t want to hear any of the excuses, Y/N” Lia exhales a sigh, shaking her head.

“But if you just let me explain–” You're cut off before you even have a proper chance to speak.

“Explain what, Y/N/N– How can I be so sure about what you’re telling me when you’ve been acting out like you have been for the last several weeks, huh?” Lia scolds you as she looks in the rear-view mirror, “I don’t know what has even gotten into you anymore, Y/F/N!” she states.

You kinda know that your mama does have a point in saying that, because despite your own rough upbringing with your biological parents, you’ve never really acted out or gotten into much trouble until recently, however with how its’ been the last several weeks, you can’t deny that you haven’t been acting out in an attempt to get the attention both of your mums together in the same room.

It just didn’t work this time round.

You just didn’t know you wouldn’t be able to control the anger any longer and you would end up lashing out like in the way that you did. No matter how many people tried to talk to you to figure out what was going on, nobody really understood what was going on right now.

You can’t help but scoff in response, “You won’t even hear my side of things though, at least I know that mum would take the time to listen to me. Why can’t I go and stay at her house instead?” The words slip out of your mouth without much realisation and it’s definitely loud enough for both women to hear.

“Y/N, your mama wants you to stay with her” Leah chips in.

“Why? And why are you even here when this has nothing to do with you?” You glare at the blonde, although you know it’s not her fault for what’s happening, but despite that you’re a stubborn teenager and refuse to admit when you’re in the wrong sometimes

“Y/N” Lia gasps in shock, “Don’t be rude, you don’t speak to people like that” she scolds you.

“It’s the truth though” You mumble and technically, you’re telling the truth about that one.

The Swiss woman shook her head in disagreement, “There’s no need to be so rude, okay? I won’t stand for it, so apologise please– And you know when it comes to you, that your mum and I are both on the same page” she tells you.

“Are you? Cos’ all you ever seem to do is fight these days” You remark snidefully.

“That’s not true, Y/N/N” Lia frowns at you.

“Yes it is, you guys always argue about me– I can’t even tell you how I feel, so I was only defending myself like how mum taught me to do” You explain to the older women.

“What!?” Lia exclaims in shock.

“Mum taught me self defence in case I ever needed to use it. Definitely showed them that today cos’ now they won’t mess with me again” You grin proudly to yourself.

“Are you… Of course she bloody did” Lia mutters, clenching her hands on the steering wheel.

“Calm down, Wally” Leah rests her hand on the older womens’ thigh.

“Mama, you’re clenching your fists. You might want to just chill out a bit” You note in concern as Lia looks angry and you realise you’re going in a different direction back home, “Where are we going?” you ask.

“Change of plan, Y/N. We’re going to see your mum after all” Lia states as she grips the steering wheel tighter.

© scribblesofagoonerr

[nysrage]

Rollin’ To Love, Onyankapon.

synopsis: you and your friends scheduled a girls night at cascade for valentines & love seemed to roll your way.

content: romance, fluff, hard to get reader, & barely suggestive themes.

ny’s notes: so while taking a short break to reflect & improve my writing i came up with this new au inspired by @kaegetsmewetter. i advise listening to the songs i linked during their little moment to really immerse yourselves & hope you enjoy! happy love day babies! 🏹🩷

“I-I’m going to fall!”

You didn’t think your valentine’s would be going this way but it was debatable that it was better than how you’d normally spend it. This same recycled day had been the same for as long as you could remember. Just you alone in your room eating ice cream and watching your favorite movie— love jones. The few romances you had never made it past this societies ‘talking stage’ or either ended up as one of those emotionally draining situationships. It was as if love and romance never truly worked for you and only brought trouble.

Slowly you’d come to accept it, until there was a ring of your doorbell. Opening the door to your friends holding balloons, roses and some valentines cookies, “HAPPY VALENTINES BOO!” brushing past you and welcoming themselves into your home. The sight putting a smile on your face, it’d been so long that someone had done something so special for you beside your parents. “Awe y’all really didn’t have to do this..” engulfing them into a group hug and holding them tight, grateful for such attentive friends.

“Girl you deserve to feel loved on this special day too! That’s why we decided to spend the night with you.” kyndall reassured, popping one of the pink candies in her mouth.

“So go get dressed loser, we’re going to cascade!” Dallas giggled, pushing you towards your room. Whirling around in her hold with a questioning brow. “Really cascade..?”

“What.? I’m tired of the club scene and we could use some good fun like when we were teens!” Dallas shrugged, with that soft glint of excitement in her eyes. “C’mon it’ll be fun..” kyndall coaxed, fluttering those volume lashes until you gave in. surrendering your hands in the air and walking towards your room.

“Okay, okay! No promises i’m getting in that rink tho!”

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“Oh my god, i’m never letting yall convince me into coming here againn!” you whined, gripping onto your bestfriend’s jacket for dear life. Legs wobbling from the rolling skates gliding across the smooth floor not seeking to stop anytime soon, especially not with the crowd of people blocking your way to get to that safety wall you could hold onto.

Saturdays were still apparently the hottest for cascade, everyone seeking for fun outlet for the night. The flashing multicolored lights dancing around the walls and floors, as you and your friends entered. A upbeat set of early 2000’s song blasting over the speakers, as you waited in line to secure a pair of skates. “girl, girl girl. the niggas is out, look!” her constant tapping in of your arm made you finally look up. the group of skaters in particular that caught kyndall’s eye, vibing along to ray j’s ‘sex can i’ with their routines. the front two standing out from the rest, one with a colored buzz cut and street wear fashion. The other a fine chocolate man with a white fitted polo tee that hugged his slim-muscular build, and head full of soft deep waves. Beautiful smile still white and flashing even beneath the hues that illuminated the floor.

“Yeah, we got to get to that floor. Now.” kyndall swooned, grabbing her skates and footing towards the nearest bench to get them on.

“Damn bitch. wait for us!” Dallas laughed, the two of you following behind your eager friend.

Leading you right to this moment, settled into an uneasy stance and terrified of the little control you had over your legs right now. Skates clunking against one another as you tried your best to glide smoothly across the floor. “you got it, glide one foot after the other..” Dallas instructed, but it just seemed as if your uncoordinated body just couldn’t get with it. Wobbling above the laminated floor. Hands wrapped tightly around hers as a effort to keep yourself steady and upright, praying that you wouldn’t eat up the floor.

“Okay, m’gonna let go.” Dallas nodded, eyes on yours as she slowly released your hand. “Don’t overthink it boo.” Your body wobbling a little before it steadied as you continued to roll slowly. “I-I think i got it..” you breathed out, hand cautiously out in front of you.

“Think you’ll be good while i take a few quick laps?” She questioned and you nodded, waving her off trying to concentrate on keeping yourself steady. Counting your steps to yourself as you try not to fall on your ass in front of the big ass crowd of people. Smiling to yourself at the slightest improvement and increase in speed until another skater brushed past you, bumping into your side with a scoff. “Girl move your non-skating ass out the rink, tryna be seen n’ shit..”

Tripping over your skates and stumbling forward when suddenly a quick hand caught your arm. One strong hand resting on your waist and steadying your body before your feet could’ve swept up off the ground. “woah, you good ma?” A shaky breath left your lips as you brush your crimped hair from out of your face, “Yea, i-i’m just gonna—” refusing to look up, rolling away with a face full of embarrassment. Strong hand still holding onto your arm until you sat firmly along the bench. “Don’t trip, it’s a lot of people showing out for the crowd.”

“Slow sets the best to roll to.”

If it was even possible you became more embarrassed once your eyes met the person talking to you, The man being one of the smooth skaters that led one of the groups from earlier. Now that he was up close you could take him in fully, from his perfectly sculpted jawline to his tattoo covered arms. Those pearly white canines covered with custom open faced grills on display as he expressed his love for slow sets. barely even realizing you’d been staring awkwardly as you looked him over, but he paid it no mind just properly introducing himself to you. “Shit my bad I’m onyankapon, most just call me ony tho.”

“y/n.” briefly introducing yourself, “i can’t see how y’all do all this without falling on your ass..” you huffed, frustrated from the short time you spent out in the rink.

Ony laughed at your cute little pout, taking a seat next to you. He couldn’t lie you caught his eyes from the moment he saw you. Pretty skin glowing beneath the illuminated lights as you cautiously rolled within the crowd of people, lip tucked behind your pretty teeth with focus in your eyes. “Been doing this since grade school, plenty of practice.”

“but you just feel and move with the beat” he further explained, pointing out the many people that demonstrated his words. “Don’t think just let your body do all the work and it’ll come to you..”

The dj mixed into a slow set, the lights dimming into soft romantic hues as the ‘unthinkable’ remix by alicia keys and drake began blasting through the speakers. Mood quickly setting in as the skaters eased into the tempo, dj extending the intro as he shares his quick sentiment over the mic. “This for all my single people that hadn’t quite found that one, or even haven’t found the right words to say your ready for more. but ima help you get to ‘em tonight!”

Unbeknownst it was a song the both of you found yourselves listening to quite often these days. Not knowing when that right person would come into your life and changing that lonely destiny you found yourself believing more and more. Mindlessly swaying to the beat, ony gave you a quick glance before standing with his hand held out for you. Your eyes widening in panic when he suddenly ask you to skate with him but he wouldn’t take no for an answer, not when this had been that meant to be feeling this exact song had spoken of. Not waiting for him to finally get his one on one time with you eventually while he was in his element, and if he had to take the lead then he’d do exactly that.

“oh, no, no, no.” reaching back for a seat that was no longer in your grasp, ony shooting that same charming smile that caught your sights earlier as he pulled you onto the floor against your will. “i got you pretty, you trust me..?”

A small look of uncertainty occupying your face as you look over the crowd of skaters that vanished as you look back into his sincere eyes, giving in and uneasily skating forward to get closer to his towering form. Ony met you halfway and suavely spun your body into his, arms snaking around your waist as you took a slow unsteady breath as his hands rest just above your inner thighs. Heart thumping wildly in your chest as your body grows warm from those minuscule touches. Mind filled with nothing but him in that moment, that intoxicating jimmy choo cologne took over your senses as his protective arms tightened around you. Body turning to putty as you practically melting into his arms, nothing but a soft whisper leaving your lips.

“ony..”

“just focus on me…” warm breath fanning against your skin as his lip brushed the shell of your ear, keeping you pressed flush against him. Helping guide your movement to the slow rhythmic beat of the song, your small soft hands resting atop of his comfortably. Body submissively relaxing into his as you following his lead, swaying in sync as the two of you lose yourselves in a sensual stroll “there you go, feel the beat.” tapping softly to the beat against your thigh.

Maintaining a steady speed as if there were no one else in the building but the two of you. Strolling together for the rest of the night until the dj came to a satisfied close, happy with the outcome his slow sensual set had for the day of love. The two of you walking out the building together as the muffled music leaking through the doors. “Thank you for tonight.” you smiled, nervously pushing a loose crimp behind your ear. “Your a really good instructor.”

“Well I had a good partner.” he chuckled, that charm of his now in full swing “If you ever wanted to learn some more moves, I could give you my number..”

“Maybe even make into a little weekly date.”

“Maybe..” you hummed, looking him over as you backed away towards your friends. “same day and time next week?”

“bet, I never got your number tho.” reaching for his phone, as you giggled in the distance. Testing his patience on how much time and effort he’d really put into getting to know you, Opening the passenger door with a small smirk. “I know, see you next week ony..”

Leaving ony nothing but the memory of you and a mental note to be here waiting for you the next week.

[goldvenuslvrs]

Hazel overhears you masturbating and you moan her name

ooh okay so obviously nsfw for this one

backstory for this: you found out about jeff and hazel's mom (and her relationship with her mom) and insisted that she stay in your spare bedroom if she didn't want to go home, you're also a cheerleader in this bc loser gf 🤝 cheerleader gf is top tier idc

okay let's go

imagine that you and hazel have been friends all your lives right and she's basically been in love with you since forever but she never said anything because you dated someone else and you'd never shown any interest in her or girls in general.

you on the other hand have been dropping hints left right and centre but babygirl is oblivious and doesn't register them in the slightest. you've resorted to using the same tactics you used to get guys interested which included wearing more low cut tops, mussing up your hair, and shortening your skirts but nothing seemed to work (or so you thought).

she definitely noticed and had to excuse herself more often than she'd like in order to calm herself down.

she comes home from fight club one day and calls your name but you don't hear her because you're preoccupied obviously lol but you're aware that she's coming home soon (and part of you wants her to catch you) so you're biting down on your hand but a few moans slip out.

and ofc she hears. at first she thought you had hurt yourself so was worried. it wasn't until she was stood right outside your door that she realised that the moans you were letting out weren't ones of pain but pleasure.

she was frozen. she couldn't move for fear that she'd make a noise and you'd know she had been listening and she couldn't move because the sounds of you whimpering and moaning into your own palm were too delicious to walk away from.

she was about to step away and force herself to give you your privacy when you called her name. she froze, assuming she had been caught out, and opened the door, ready to face whatever berating or scolding you were going to inflict on her.

the sight of you made her jaw drop. you were gorgeous. your hand between your legs and your back arched made you look like a greek goddess. she couldn't breathe. it was only then that she realised that you hadn't called her name to welcome her in.

you were too lost in your own pleasure to do that. which meant that you must've called her name because you were thinking of her.

the thought made her flush. the idea of you using the thought of her to bring yourself pleasure was almost too much for her. she was ready to run to her room and follow your lead.

she must have gasped or made some sort of noise because your eyes opened and you saw her frozen in the doorway. you didn't yell or curse her out like she thought you would. you just smiled and beckoned her over, "wanna help?"

hell fucking yes. she was more than happy to assist.

this turned into more of a full length thing than a blurb but hope you enjoyed :)

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[wishmaster]

I’m hosting a party but I was hoping we could make anyone who rocked up turn into a twink I invited a few coworkers and gym buddies who need to loosen up!

I gift you this welcome mat, place this where they enter, who ever steps on or over it becomes a new man, a younger very twinkish gay horny man.

You take it home and get your place ready for your party. you lay the mat down and the entire time you wonder if it works.

You check yourself in the mirror before your curiosity gets the better of you. You walk out and walk back in over the mat. You feel something flow through your body as you return to your mirror to see if it worked.

Staring back was twink version of yourself, your sexy, slutty costume seems to fit your new persona. Damn you're so damn horny if you could you'd fuck yourself. Your new twink Go Go boy life takes hold just before your first guest arrives. The man you were before you crossed your new welcome mat quickly faded from your memory , you check your new needy fat ass in the mirror, it's firm new look showing off in the extremely tight leather pants.

The doorbell rings

It's your workmates you invited.

Your new persona wonders who the fuck these losers were, but as they stepped through the door they each changed.

Debra was first, she passed the mat and suddenly.

She quickly transformed into Jose, who was the gayest of your work friends, he had the most clothing on now, his talent in the club was stripping and teasing his fit body, having being female when she crossed the door mat she was the least twinkish of the three.

Next was Harold, the boss of your old job.

He became Jamal, the wildest of your new work friends, his costume was so tight it barely contained his twinkish young body, he immediately began making out with Jose as your final work friend, Jon crossed the door, he was sexy but ripped so when he transformed it was the least dramatic as at work he was more shy.

His shyness disappeared AS the flirty and horny new Jax stepped into your house immediately rush to plant the most intense kiss on your needy new lips. His kisses shifted from your lips to your nipples were you screamed out in joy as you noticed how much higher your voice was now.

Your next group of friends arrived from the gym.

you were shocked at how stern these boys looked, acting tough, like they reallly didn't want to be there. They needed to loosen up.

George , left, entered first as he did he became Jorge and extremely wild

Brad, in the middle entered next,

Brad became the star dancer at your new job and your best friend, he rushed to you and you both gave air kisses.

Kyle walked through in his sexiest Witchy look he could find, he started twerking put his firm new bubble butt on stage as he joined the Twinks only party. You party quickly became a fuck fest as your door closed and the mat disappeared. As it did everyone in your house were cemented in their new lives.

[pleasantspark]

Rewriting Hazbin Hotel: Masquerade

Welcome to my series on how I would rewrite the episodes, starting with the most infamously horrendous episode: EP4.

Since this would be a Angel Dust centered Episode, it would heavily talk about AD's backstory in the Mafia, his relationship with his parents, and siblings.

Then it comes to the circumstances to his death how he felt trapped and with no one to help him. And he ended up overdosing.

This episode is supposed to be serious so songs like 'Poison' and 'Loser Baby' are cut from the episode.

Angel Dust obviously will be torn between working for Val and maintaining his rehab treatment, he will obviously end up making excuses for both Charlie and Val to go between the places.

This causes issues where he ends up exhausting all his options and he will be forced to admit he was lying to Charlie, he has to beg her to NOT confront Val, as the Hotel was his only safe haven callback to the line "This hotel is, my Atlantis" from Addict. Because the worse thing for any victim is to have the knowledge that their abuser knows where their safe place is.

Charlie promises Angel Dust she won't tell anyone. But after a couple of incidents and being forced to actually intervene she has to.

Angel Dust begs, and begs, but Charlie being the pilot peak version puts her foot down, she drags her ass over to the Vees Tower (With Angel Dust holding onto her leg begging to NOT do it.)

She confronts Val initially with AD silently overlooking. And when Val catches on that Charlie is here to take his best paying worker. He immediately pretends to be kind and masks his cruelty. (Most people forget the part of an abuser often has them pretending to be nice in order to keep anyone from suspecting a damn thing. That's why most abusers are unfortunately able to not be persecuted because of lack of evidence.) Charlie is still suspicious but can't prod any further because Val announces he has to "award" AD for his friend coming over, which tricks Charlie enough to leave.

Behind close doors Val's other side comes out, he demands to know why the fuck he brought the Princess here, why she's all up in his grill. Basically unleashing an actual true threat. Angel Dust pleads with Val, but to no avail. He's unable to get over it.

After the second traumatizing experience, he comes back into the hotel, and the first thing he sees is alcohol, he's more inclined to indulge in something he deems as a safe coping mechanism, and he does it.

Husk in this episode is made likeable by force, he's concerned about Angel Dust going over the amount of alcohol. And as a responsible bartender was forced to cut him off.

Addictions are hard to quit, so when Husk was taking the ONLY thing he can use to cope he immediately swears at Husk and made him upset.

This is where the "Fake it til you make it" insult comes in, he gets heated and accidentally offends Angie, but before he can properly apologize Angel Dust runs off.

He doesn't run off to the club, but to his bedroom which is also a place he can consider home. It contains images of his family and some of the Hotel.

Angel Dust is also suicidal, I feel like it was stated he was just sick and tired of abuse but not outwardly depressed or suicidal. He convinces himself through all these self hate thoughts was the way he was going to deal with it.

He wanted to end it all, feeling alone, trapped between the fabric of reality. Trapped in a reality.

Then Husk comes in. He asks to have a chat as a bartender to patron.

Husk tells Angel Dust a story about a Demon who was a low class sinner, with no real goal. Who was essentially someone that didn't mark himself properly in Hell, he ended up becoming a powerful Overlord because managing to defeat a particularly powerful Overlord at the time.

Husk mentions this exact Overlord as someone in the third person. Then he mentions this Overlord lost it all on bad decisions and pure greed, before having his soul taken, in this entire dialogue, he finally admits the identity of the Overlord was him.

He mentions that he doesn't know the feeling of being SA'd by his Boss, and will never compare something as serious as that, to himself. He's fully aware that he was once an Overlord, and that he can't just compare his own situation to someone who was barely given a chance to succeed in Hell other than being someone to be used and abused.

But he could rest knowing that he's there to lend an ear. He even said that being stuck in a position to Angel's is a fate he will not force upon anyone not even his worse enemy (Alastor foreshadowing. Because how would he know Al is being on a leash?)

That is my rewrite

[svechnikovvv]

happy birthday

trevor zegras x fem!reader

a/n: in honor of z’s birthday today, i wanted to post this 🫶🏻

masterlist: here

y/n.insta

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y/n.insta happy 22nd birthday to the bestest boyfriend in the world. you’re my favorite swiftie & you never fail to bring a smile to my face. there’s more i could say, but let’s keep it simple. i love you zegralicious <3

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trevorzegras why did you post that first photo?

y/n.insta i’m reminding you of your roots 🥱

trevorzegras you’re not funny

y/n.insta i will take back my happy birthday, my i love you AND i’ll archive this post. i don’t see any of your little boyfriends posting you 🙄

trevorzegras don’t bring the boys into this

y/n.insta just did, what are you gonna do about it?

trevorzegras report your account multiple times

y/n.insta you, me, kroger parking lot. 5pm

jamie.drysdale mom, i’m scared

y/n.insta go back to bed, sweetie. your father and i are having an adult discussion

jackhughes zegralicious?

y/n.insta it’s like fergalicious, but better

user1 it’s confirmed, y/n is the better parent

user2 i love how they all play along

user3 ZEGRALICIOUS DEFINITION MAKE THEM BOYS GO LOCO

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_quinnhughes i’m gonna need you to send me that first photo

y/n.insta check your messages, huggy

_quinnhughes you’re the best 🙏

y/n.insta just doing god’s work 💁‍♀️

_quinnhughes like ariana grande said, “god is a woman”

y/n.insta damn right, and her name is ellen hughes

jackhughes real

y/n.insta adam sandler, what’re you doing here? 😧

jackhughes you can’t keep saying that everytime someone shows up somewhere

y/n.insta sigh, you’re taking away my paddles to my curiosity voyage

jackhughes no wonder you and z are on the verge of divorce 🙄

y/n.insta and this is why cole was trevor’s best man 🥱

lhughes_06 i just know he’s blasting 22 by taylor right now

y/n.insta this is the third time he’s played it. i’m about to que we are never getting back together

lhughes_06 you should que never gonna give you up

y/n.insta …genius

jamie.drysdale always knew he was a fake duck 👎

y/n.insta you got your amazing intuition from me 😌

jamie.drysdale thanks mom?

user4 i love the ganging up on z moment we’re witnessing

user5 fake duck ‼️

masonmctavish23 22 years ago today, a 🐐 was born

y/n.insta that explains why he’s not potty-trained yet

trevorzegras i’m taking jamie from you y/n.insta

y/n.insta you. wouldn’t. dare

trevorzegras wanna bet?

masonmctavish23 oh no.. what did i start

jackhughes the custody battle of ‘23

_quinnhughes blind leading the blind

_alexturcotte this is an amazing post

y/n.insta thank you, turcs. at least someone appreciates it

colecaufield tell my husband i’ll be home from war in a few hours

y/n.insta trevorzegras you’re cheating on me now?? 😧

trevorzegras cat’s out of the bag now, surprise?

y/n.insta i’m feeling very ricky bobby betrayed rn

anaheimducks happy birthday z! 🧡

y/n.insta (trevor typing here) thank you!

trevorzegras on a real note though, thank you baby <3

y/n.insta you’re welcome my love

user6 i’m glad to say i lived to witness the custody battle of ‘23

jackhughes

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jackhughes happy birthday zegrasi. live it up man 🧡

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trevorzegras not you too, hughesy (but thank you)

jackhughes i had to 🤷‍♀️

trevorzegras did y/n make you do this?

jackhughes i would never give in to conformity 😧

y/n.insta what a loser that trevor zegras is

trevorzegras i hope you think the couch is comfy, because that’s where you’ll be sleeping tonight. you made your bed, now lie in it

y/n.insta i feel like i’m in salem with that threat

colecaufield two 🐐 in one picture

y/n.insta run while you can, caufield

colecaufield hello???

user7 FETUS ZEGRAS

user8 y/n’s comments are what fuel me

user9 so true

_quinnhughes is this an anti-z club?

y/n.insta yes and i’m the ceo. julie is my sponsor. mama zegras for the win 😎

trevorzegras and to think i gave you all that praise, quintin

_quinnhughes nobody told you to do that

y/n.insta when do you start _quinnhughes ?

_quinnhughes today

_alexturcotte favorite duo 🤝

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njdevils happy birthday to our favorite duck! ❤️

trevorzegras thank you!

user10 i love that first picture

lhughes_06 by the end of the day, that first picture is going to be engraved in my brain

jackhughes let it consume you

lhughes_06 what??

colecaufield

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colecaufield happy birthday zeg2nasty 🧡

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trevorzegras WHY IS EVERYONE POSTING THAT PICTURE??

y/n.insta it’s a zegras cult and i’m the ring leader

trevorzegras you terrify me.

y/n.insta you signed up for this

jackhughes just a couple of boys

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y/n.insta you’re a godsend for this

colecaufield can i join the club now too?

y/n.insta what‘s your availability?

colecaufield yes

y/n.insta welcome to the club!

user11 so everyone’s just gonna post that picture?

user12 oh yes kids, i remember the zegras cult of ‘23

user13 i love y/n’s friendship with all of them

user14 i wonder which friend will post next

_alexturcotte the good ole days

colecaufield now we’re old and decrepit

_quinnhughes when y/n starts something… it spreads

y/n.insta you make me sound like a disease

trevorzegras because you are

y/n.insta go back to where you came from

jamie.drysdale

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jamie.drysdale happy birthday z! i hope it’s a good one 🧡

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trevorzegras STOP POSTING THIS PICTURE. I’M BLOCKING ALL OF YOU AND TAKING YOU OFF MY CLOSE-FRIENDS

y/n.insta ah, i’m so scared

trevorzegras i hope you get cholera

y/n.insta stub your toe, zegras

trevorzegras i’m kicking you out my room. you can go room with jamie now

y/n.insta i’m a delight, i’ll have you know

jamie.drysdale they’re typing this whole conversation while sitting next to each other on the couch with straight faces

trevorzegras nobody likes a tattletale, jimbo

y/n.insta ONE OF US

jackhughes ONE OF US

colecaufield ONE OF US

user15 these posts just keep getting better and better

user16 can we talk about how good they both look in that second picture though?

user17 yes.

masonmctavish23 jimbo’s finally joined the zeg train

jamie.drysdale it was either now or later

anaheimducks that first picture is golden

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colecaufield jamie is the better duck (confirmed)

trevorzegras after all i’ve done for you?

colecaufield sorry not sorry

jackhughes he’s never going to forgive us for this

jamie.drysdale oh definitely not

y/n.insta the grudge is already forming

trevorzegras formed*

y/n.insta welcome to the club, jamie!

jamie.drysdale wow, it truly is an honor to be here today. i’d like to thank my mom y/n for telling me to never give up and that someday i’d achieve my dreams.

y/n.insta so proud of you son 🫶🏻

user18 i’m scared for what y/n’s gonna post for the others’ birthdays

trevorzegras i’m starting a gofundme to free me from these shackles. #freeZ

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[jacevelaryonswife]

After Dark | Part Three

Finan was a pratical man and didn’t carry the same dilemmas and barriers that his two mates had about you.

pairing: modern! Finan x fem!stripper reader

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), slight praising, swearing. 3k.

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Finan didn’t carry the same dilemmas and barriers that his two mates had about you.

He was a practical man, mostly, and liked to lead his life with such practicality. It wasn’t a problem for the Irishman to lie down with a lady of the night, in fact, the whole situation was a very simple transaction: he would pay for a service that would be performed deliciously. No blurring, no shyness and no games (not totally, he appreciated certain provocations), just good old fun.

Referring to you on that occasion, it would be considerably expensive fun. Luckily, Uhtred paid well enough for him to enjoy some monthly luxuries in addition to a comfortable life, and that night you would be an extra luxury.

He wasn't stupid to leave the club on the night of Osferth's birthday without your name, asking you directly at the time of the negotiation of Baby Monk's gift. Aura, an interesting stage name.

He also disbursed a significant amount to give a memorable experience to his friend and did not regret it at all when he saw him all red, disconcerted and with a small smile when returning to meet the lads. Obviously the return home was showered by provocations from both Irish and Dane (mainly the first), leaving him blushing more than usual.

It was also obvious that when returning the prop you had thrown in the audience that night to a random employee of the club, Finan took the opportunity to ask if there was any schedule where you would appear again. The man was very enlightening about not having a fixed grid of presentations, but explained that your schedule was mostly nocturnal and that on less busy days you would be in the main hall working with individual dances from 7PM. It made a lot of sense, since with less demand it was necessary to expand the offer to get the money of the degenerates who attended the club at the beginning of the week. A fixed target would be easier. A fixed target like him that Monday night, sitting in a comfortable armchair with a glass of ale in his hand.

It was for a good cause.

The environment seemed more decadent and desperate than Finan remembered and he almost felt like a newly divorced man facing a middle-aged crisis when looking for a younger girl, even though he knew that wasn’t his situation. However, such thoughts dissipated when the music was over and you moved away from the idiot who paid for your attention. About thin heels and satin gloves, you shone in the eyes of the Irish with your lingerie studded with golden stones and a mask that covered the top of your face.

Again, Finan was a very practical man who was not ashamed to call your name before any loser did it. And apparently you didn't see a problem with such an attitude.

"Hey big boy, would you like a dance?" The velvety sound of your voice was very welcome along with the caress over his chin.

"Sure, darling," he pulled a generous note out of his pocket and handed it in your hand, whose assessment of the amount was quite judicious. "How much time do I have?"

“Four minutes,” you massaged his shoulders, swinging your hips to the rhythm of the new song. "I remember you, handsome, friend of the birthday boy and the man with mismatched eyes."

"So in addition to being gorgeous, does the lady have a good memory?"

A goddess on a mountain top

Was burning like a silver flame

"It's hard to forget a man like you," you purred as you sat on his lap.

The summit of beauty and love

And Venus was her name

"With an impressive face and a hot accent," your fingers ran their arms over the shirt, "and those arms. What's your name?"

She's got it

Yeah, baby, she's got it

He was no stranger to the tactics that strippers used to keep the spell on their customers, increasing his egos with compliments. He considered himself smart enough not to fall into your web, but felt a certain satisfaction in having his attributes highlighted.

Well, I'm your Venus

I'm your fire at your desire

He smirked, aware of what you were doing, squeezing his thigh in response. “It's Finan, darling.”

"Hi Finan, did you also come to fuck me like your friends did?" You whispered close to his ear.

That sent sparks along his body and made him widen his eyes to the plural job. Friends? So did Sihtric also seek comfort in your body? That Dane bastard...

Well, I'm your Venus

"Only if it's to your liking," he turned his face to face you.

I'm your fire

“I'd really appreciate it, sweetie. And I think you do too." Oh honey, he was sure of that.

At your desire

He watched closely when you positioned your thighs side by side with his legs and let your back fall back to expose your body to the delight of the Irish, who soon explored your soft skin with thick, callous fingers. One leg climbed over the shoulder and made a brief caress against his hard chest, briefly displaying your inner thigh and pussy covered by thin fabrics, before returning to the old position and facing it again.

Her weapons were her crystal eyes

Making every man mad

Black as the dark night, she was

Got what no one else had

"What big hands you have," you murmured as you provocatively grind over his groin.

The deep grunt he released was the perfect vocal response, followed by the squeeze on your waist "Combined with the package," he replied with a smirk.

“I hope it's a big package,” you purred and fingered his jaw.

She's got it

Yeah, baby, she's got it

Well, I'm your Venus

"Naughty girl," he gently hit your ass (soft enough not to be expelled by security guards).

I'm your fire

At your desire

"I bet you like it, big boy."

Well, I'm your Venus

I'm your fire

At your desire

He liked — he fucking liked it — a sassy and beautiful little thing to piss him off, a little minx to entertain him in bed.

She's got it

Yeah, baby, she's got it

Well, I'm your Venus

I'm your fire

At your desire

He watched your gaze travel to a clock on a nearby side wall. "Mm, after the song is over we can find out about your big package, what do you say?"

Well, I'm your Venus

A smirk outlined his lips, brown eyes shining in your direction. You were a dirty little thing. "If you insist, baby."

I'm your fire

At your desire

When the instrumental came to an end, Finan lost you from the comfort of his lap. With the implicit invite in your hand raised, he agreed to be guided and displayed as a trophy throughout the club (with a beautiful view of your ass). He watched curiously when another dancer interrupted the route to whisper something in your ear with a dirty smile, looking at him before moving away.

"Mmm, I think the girls are jealous of the delicious fish I caught," you purred proudly, receiving a pretentious look and wolf smile from him. Damn it, you played well, there was no way to deny it.

“I hope I can satisfy your hunger,” he replied in a malicious tone, gaining a satisfied look over his shoulder.

Your answer came in the form of a positive buzz, while guiding him through the corridor into where the rooms were located. "You already know the price and the form of payment, but as I made a discount for his friends I feel obliged to do the same for you. What do you think?"

Sweet.

"I think it's a very smart choice."

Approaching like a panther over the neon lighting of the room, you circled his neck and whispered close to your lips: "Now take me, Finan."

He waited all the fucking night to hear that.

When the Irish’s hands grabbed your body it was almost impossible to push them away. He grabbed your waist and circled an arm on your back when your lips collided in a sweeping and demanding kiss, not wasting time sucking and biting your lower lip, tasting the surprisingly sugary taste of your mouth. A fierce fight for domination was fought during almost the entire act, only for you to surrender to his strong arms. His hands began to tread through the soft and warm body, holding and squeezing your ass covered by bold lingerie, climbing to grab the back of your neck and bring you more impossibly close.

You let a soft hand run between the dark strands of the nape of the neck and pull at them gently, making him grunt against your lips.

"I hope you are quite vocal, this voice is too sexy not to be heard," your sweet words caused a short nasal laugh and intensified his look on you.

"You’ll hear it, sweetheart," his tone was seductively serious against your ear. In an agile movement he raised your thighs and lay carefully above you on the bed. “Bad girl.”

His mouth explored the free path of your jaw, throat until it colorized the soft skin with kisses and hickeys. "Mmm, don't leave marks, sweetheart."

He supported his weight on his right forearm while squeezing and massaging your breasts covered with a distinct softness of the large, calloused hands, the same hands that pulled your shoulders up and removed the glamorous bra without difficulty.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he said in a choked voice.

Pushing you back to the soft mattress, Finan grabbed your breasts vigorously, sucking and nibbling on the soft meat and stiff nipples. The wet trail of kisses followed through the silky skin of your stomach, while his hands held your sides possessively until they went down and pulled the beautiful studded lingerie out.

Oh boy, he was not prepared for the sight of the beautiful wet pussy for him.

His mouth was watered with the banquet in front.

You got up with a sly smile and stretched to reach the decorative item similar to a glass vase that kept a large amount of condoms.

“Do you want to eat me out, handsome?” You asked, delivering it.

Tearing the packaging carefully and positioning it, Finan smiled seductively. "I'm going to fucking devour this pretty pussy, darling."

He circled your inner thighs and held your waist before diving in like a hungry man. He loved to smear himself with the nectar and make a big mess before going for the goal, but with the thin plastic protection unfortunately it was not possible. Still, Finan grabbed your pussy greedily, sucking your bundle of nerves while squeezing and massaging your waist. Unfortunately a possessive hand had to let go of your flesh to keep the condom stable on his movements.

“Fuck! Just like that!”

Finan was not oblivious to flattery to captivate customers, but he was quite confident in his skills of eating pussy and humping women up to an abrasive orgasm. He buzzed with satisfaction and kept the pressure on your clit when he felt the thick strands of his hair being held and pulled, fucking loving to have his head packed and buried between your stuffed thighs.

"So good, so greedy," you purred almost out of breath.

"I can say the same, darling," a wolf's smile lit up his face, "such a pretty girl, with such a dirty mouth," he eagerly sucked your clitoris.

“Fuck!” You screamed as you writhed fiercely. "I bet my dirty mouth makes your dick hard?"

"You can bet it does," the slap on your flesh echoed through the room and added to the squeeze around his head. "Bad girl, you should learn a lesson or two," another stronger slap on the same side of the ass, "I bet you’d like that, but I appreciate the beauty of insolence."

Finan intensified the pressure on your nerves until your sounds became louder and more constant. "Don't stop, baby, don't stop!"

He’d never dare. His big brown eyes were positioned on the beautiful face above his to contemplate the reaction of your first orgasm that night. The pretentious smile was a reflection of the Irish’s inflated pride, removing and discarding the condom and looking for a package that fit him.

Finan showed off his impressive body by removing his clothes and shoes before going back to bed and kissing your calf to knee, stopping at seeing your pussy shining with sweet juices of which he almost salivated to taste.

"Damn it, I'm lucky to have a man like you tonight, big and thick," he kneeled lazily on the bed as you explored his chest with both hands and circled his neck to start an aggressive and lustful kiss, receiving nothing less than fire from the Irishman and a big, possessive hand grabbing your ass.

"As much as I wanted to see this beautiful face and tits jumping, I need to hold that ass while I fuck you." His tone was heavy and hoarse, his accent more loaded than usual. He massaged your breasts before you turned slowly and exposed your ass towards him, taking his length and giving it a slight pump. “Slow down, baby,” you warned him.

“Don't worry darling, I'll treat you well,” he massaged your ass affectionately before putting the condom along his length. "Relax and enjoy."

The air was retained in his lungs when he felt the hot and wet squeeze around his cock as he slowly entered your soft walls. One hand rested on your hip for better support and the other held the soft flesh of your ass.

“Fuck!” You cursed out of breath, holding the sheets tightly. “Move.”

"As you wish," he moved superficially, adapting your body to intrusion. Even the smoothest of movements made him grunt with the friction, smoothing your back while deepening into you with each thrust. He let out a hoarse grunt and closed his eyes as he was balls deep in your pussy, feeling the vibrations all over his body and waves of pleasure involving his cock. You squirmed with a slight spasm below him, releasing a long and slightly sharp moan.

"Are you okay?" He interrupted, worried, although desperate to continue.

"I’m fucking fantastic!" You mewled like a sly cat, pushing your hips back. “Fuck me good, baby.”

That's what he wanted to hear.

He hit his hips on yours harder at a steady, almost blunt pace, which partially clouded his sight and involved his senses. There was no time to waste, not when you took him so well and sang sensually, letting him fuck as you wished. He growled when you pushed your ass even more against his groin, giving a firm cap on your soft buttock and grunting when you squeezed it in response. Leaning on your forearm, you looked at him over your shoulder with lascivious desire and face crumpled with pleasure. Finan watched carefully when you sent a hand between your legs, sinking your face back into bed while playing with yourself.

No, you wouldn't hide that beautiful face of yours.

Leaving you, Finan turned your body and took off the mask that covered the top of your face before leaning and an arm supported next to your head. “Eyes on me, beautiful,” he murmured close to your lips, feeling your arms hold his back.

You leveled your face to his, making it more intimate than you should. He held your inner thigh and moved his hips rhythmically, deep into your hot core. "Good girl, so fucking gorgeous," he felt your walls squeeze, which made him laugh satisfied. "You like to be praised, don't you, beautiful?" He plunged his face into the conjuncture between his neck and shoulder and nibbled on sensitive skin.

“Mmm-yes.”

The constant tightening and pulsating of your core made him growling and keeping his pace focused on getting your peak. Your moans became loud and your nails scratched his back when you came strong on his cock, body shaking and sweat accumulated on the top of your forehead. He eagerly waited for the stabilization of your breath and the permission to pursue his own pleasure.

“Move handsome, move, I want to see you cum for me,” you said close to his lips, kissing him eagerly afterwards.

He hit his hips on yours and returned to leave bites and licks in the extension of your neck, his balls weighing with each thrust while his senses seemed to get lost every second.

“Fuck-“

His view became blurred by releasing the load on the condom with a guttural moan, leaning mostly against the bed while feeling his body weigh. All neurons were inert for a short period of time that seemed too long until he came out of you calmly, surprised when you moved to remove the condom and dispose of it in a small trash can away from the bed. A thin layer of sweat lit up his torso when he lay on the bed, watching your hips swing temptingly as he rested next to him.

“Mmm, are you okay, big boy?”

“More than okay, darling, and you?” The wear after sex left him inert for a few seconds, his muscles relaxing and almost anchoring him in bed, he would love a cigarette at that moment.

"Fucking awesome," you purred and turned face down, leaning on your elbows and looking at him. "So... was this planned by you and your friends or did it happen casually?"

That was a really good question.

"When you say friends, do you mean me and Osferth, the birthday boy, or a Dane with different eyes whose name is Sihtric?" He inquired really intrigued.

“The three of you, sugar.”

He couldn't believe it, so that bastard who couldn't stand the idea of paying a woman to have sex kept it a secret all this time about having slept with you? Unbelievable.

"The only plan was Osferth's birthday. I don't know anything else, beautiful," he explained in a deep voice, rolling to leave kisses on your neck and smell your hair.

But then, without him knowing, an interesting plan formed in your mind with the idea of actively fucking those formidable specimens of men at the same time. The sweet Osferth, the serious Sihtric and the nasty Finan. It seemed too delicious to ignore.

"Mmm, how about we plan one more thing, big boy?"

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a note: i know i know. I had a huge block and I rewrote this story more often than I would like, sorry for the long delay for this and I hope you liked it

my amazing beta reader: @moris-auri ❤️

[glorious-spoon]

Not sure if you still post for the IT fandom but 18+reddie pretty please

Thank you! Number 18 was Ghost Towns by Radical Face, so here's a bit of established-relationship Reddie returning to Derry.

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no past or future here

~800 words

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Just past the Derry town line, Richie swerves the car to the right so suddenly that Eddie thinks an animal must have run out in the road. Then he brakes jerkily and guides it onto the shoulder, gravel crunching beneath the wheels. The close-growing goldenrod brushes against the passenger door as he throws it into park with a lurch.

Eddie lifts his head, blinking heavily. Usually, he drives—Richie likes to tease him for being a control-freak, but the truth is they’re both happier when Richie can fuck around on his phone and Eddie can focus on the road instead of biting his tongue on complaints about how fast Richie tends to take the turns—but he took a Xanax on the plane and he's still a little groggy.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yep,” Richie says tightly.

“You're not about to throw up, are you?”

Richie shakes his head. His shoulders heave, and he says, “No, I think I'm gonna fucking cry.”

“Oh,” Eddie says. And then, “Oh, shit, sweetheart, come here—”

Richie folds into his arms. It’s awkward with the center console between them, the cup-holder digging into Eddie’s hip, but he pays it no mind. Richie is clutching at him—shoulder, hip, the back of his head, quick frantic touches like he’s reassuring himself that Eddie is here—and his whole body shakes with sobs. It’s deeply jarring. Richie is a self-proclaimed crybaby, inclined to get teary-eyed at movies and romantic gestures and often enough during sex, but the only time Eddie has ever seen him cry like this in all the time they’ve been together was at his father’s funeral.

Just like he did then, Eddie holds him close and tries his best to hide his shock.

“Hey,” he says softly, into Richie’s hair. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay, come on.”

“Yeah,” Richie says raggedly. His face is still pressed to Eddie’s shoulder; Eddie’s t-shirt is wet with tears and snot, but he’ll worry about that later. "This fucking place. Do you remember?"

"Some," Eddie admits. He's been getting bits and pieces ever since Mike's phone call. It's all still tangled up: the playground and the Barrens and the bridge with friendly phrases like suck my infected cockkk carved on it. Big Bill. Stanley. Mike and Beverly and Ben. Sepia-toned flashes of memory, all out of order. Playing Chutes and Ladders on the floor of the Denbrough house with Bill and Georgie. Standing in the funeral home in his one good suit, watching Bill stare at a tiny coffin with a blank, stunned numbness that seemed beyond tears.

There's more. He knows there's more. More, and impossibly worse.

“Something really bad happened to us here, didn’t it?” Richie asks eventually. His voice is still thick.

Eddie nods. That memory still feels slippery and shadowed, like he’s digging through dark mud to grasp at some slimy wriggling thing with sharp teeth, but it’s there. The echo of that fear. Richie’s voice, young and terrified and furious, screaming, welcome to the Loser’s Club, asshole!

“Yeah,” he says. His voice is rusty, creaking, strange. An old door hinge on an old house with something terrible underneath it.

His mind slams down on the thought nearly as soon as it surfaces, but the dread remains.

“Yeah,” Richie says. He straightens finally, wiping ineffectively at his face, and Eddie allows annoyance and instinct to override him for a moment.

“Stop that, Jesus, you’re just going to smear snot all over your hand,” he says, leaning down to root through the bag at his feet until he comes up with a packet of wet wipes, which he hands to Richie. Richie takes it, and gives him an extremely wobbly smile.

“I love you,” he says.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut. “Yeah.” And then, “I don’t want to go back.”

“We don’t have to,” Richie says immediately. “Seriously. Say the word and I’ll turn around right now. We can be at the airport by three. We don’t owe this town shit.”

For some reason, even though he was just thinking exactly the same thing, that gives Eddie pause.

“Not the town,” he says, “but.”

“Them, yeah.” Richie sags back against his seat, then sets the wipes down to drag both hands through his hair. “Fuck.”

“I don’t want to go back,” Eddie says again, and this time he finishes it. “But we do have to, don’t we.”

He doesn’t phrase it as a question, but Richie nods anyway. His hands drop, flex in his lap. Eddie can see the scar on his palm—the familiar little white line that he’s run his fingers over so many times, marveling thoughtlessly at its similarity to the one on his own hand. And no fucking wonder. They both came from the same piece of broken glass. He reaches out to touch it, then brings Richie’s palm to his lips. Richie lets him do it, then cups his chin and draws him into a brief kiss that still tastes like salt.

“Okay,” he says when they break apart. “Okay.”

Eddie drops back into his seat and re-buckles his belt. Richie nods, and then turns the key, puts the car back in drive, and pulls out onto the road.

[da1e3e]

☆ 𝑼𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 ☆

| ⋆ [Welcome to part 1 of my Unexpected Nights series! <3]

| ⋆ Pairing: Non!Idol Heeseung x Fem!Reader

| ⋆ Genre(s) : Strangers to lovers - Contains [Smut, Fluff, and Angst]

ⓘ Warning ⓘ - Chapter contains: Attempted S3xu@l Assault

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

An average Night of yours quickly turns into one you least expected…

⋆ As the morning sun arose, grazing me with it’s sun rays, I awoke. I gave out the most serious stretch, finally opening my eyes. I hurdled out of bed opening my large apartment windows, afterwards going to start on my morning routine. Once I was done with that, I headed straight to the kitchen to make myself breakfast. I smiled at the thought of making Waffles, eggs, and bacon, and quickly began making it. Usually I don’t make breakfast, but today felt different. I felt that today was gonna be a good day.

As I was flipping my bacon, I got a call from my bestie. I quickly answer, putting the phone to my ear, holding it with my shoulder. “Good morninggggg!” I say excitedly. “Hiii, good morning queen!” she replies back in the same tone. “What’s up?” I asked, putting the bacon on my plate. “Sooo, I have news.” she says, as I can almost hear her smile through the phone. I grabbed my food, sitting down at the island, “I’m all ears” I say. “So, my dad got me an invitation to this Nightclub, and he allowed me to bring a plus one.” she says seriously. I begin eating,“Okay, keep talking-” I munch in her ear. “Well obvisously your coming with me- but the thing is, I heard a Hot Bachelor Ceo- that’s young by the way- was gonna be there tonight. He’s being accompanied by his Father, anddddd he’s SOO foineee- I wanted us to see him in person .” She giggles, almost squealing. I wasn’t suprised at what she said. One thing about her is, her father is DROWNING in money, so she always got what she wanted. To me, she reminded me of a spoiled, but humble child. “Pookie, you know I don’t do clubs- and I-” before I could explain myself, she interrupted me “Okay! I’ll pick you at 10 okay! dress nice-” she said lastly, hanging up. I sigh, finishing my food. [She’s a damn headache] I think, laughing to myself. But she’s my best friend, and after a long second of thinking, It was safer for me to go with her regardless.

Once I was done with my breakfast, I headed to to go to work. I entered my office, seeing the one face I wish I didn’t have to see. “Good morning Miss Perfect, I have some documents for you” Said my annoying collegue. His name was Anton, and he made me pop a vein almost every morning. He swore up and down that we’re in a challenge for a promotion, but to be honest… I don’t give a damn about a promotion. I’m happy exaclty where I’m at. “Alright, put it on my desk..” I replied, setting my stuff down. “Just so you know, the Director is holding me for employee of the month.” he sneered. “Okay Anton, you can leave now.” I smiled faintly. “My pleasure, Loser.” he finalized, leaving. I sighed, sitting down and getting to work.

After what felt like a trillion hours, around 9:00, I finally closed out the tabs on my computer and started gathering my stuff. Heading out the door, as I go to my car, I remembered something I had forgot. My best friend. I quickly got in the car, racing to get home. I was so in my work, I forgot about the whole task she gave me. Once I got home, I hurredly showered, starting to get ready. Once I was done, I put on some make up, with a black pencil dress with fluffs at the bottom, and my sleek office red bottomed office stilettos. I fixed my hair in a neatly place messy bun, and put a necklace and watch on. After I was done getting ready, I texted my best to let her know I was ready.

After she scooped me up, we headed straight for the club. “So- are you excited!” she asks excitedly. I sighed, “You know I don’t do clubs…however someone has to keep you safe.” She looked at me, bursting out laughing. “You? protect me? I already have so many body guards following me- and besides, I want you to have fun okay.” she cooed. I sat back, sighing even harder.

Before I knew it, we arrived at the Club. It was a grand building, which made me wonder, [Is it a Nightclub.. or a Ballroom..?] I’ve never been to one… so I wouldn’t know. But anywho, we parked, and entered. As soon as we walk in- the smell of liquor and loud music music greets me. As I looked around, it kind of reminded of like- a very party like ballroom. Everything was fancy, letting me know I definitely didn’t belong here. I already wanted to go back home… but I pushed through. I haven’t been out in so long… and this was my chance to enjoy myself. My bestie grabbed my hand, pulling me around through a large croud of people, and Finally, we hit this private area. The entrance had large doors, carefully embroided with what seemed like expensive leather. It wasn’t long before I knew that this was definitely the…

“Welcome to Our VIP section.” a voice says, opening the large doors. I should’ve already knew, but It was still a bit of a surpise to me. And not only that, my heart was racing. I was hoping and praying that wasn’t too underdressed. We walked in, the escort leading us to a table. I felt relieved after finding out that I honestly blended in with everyone else. I sat down, awaiting for what was next. “So, i’m gonna go find this idol- and you just relax okay!” she rushed. “O-okay, don’t go too far!” I replied. She then nodded and went on her way. A waiter then came over to me, asking me if needed anything. Since I was here, I may as well make myself comfortable.

After about half an hour sitting, I ate a couple things and got on my phone. Scrolling through some reels, I heard a voice call out to me. I look up to see a man, well dressed with a nice slick hairstyle. He sat down next to me, and started making small talk. “So, how much… for just one night?” his hungry stare, moving up and down my body. “Uhhm..” I say, crossing my legs, putting my hands over my lap. “What do you mean sir?” I give a nervous chuckle. He leaned over to my ear, and whispered “How much to fuck you all…night…long..” I cleared my throat, getting up suddenly. I couldn’t believe this man had the audacity to ask me that. I sped walk in the direction of the bathroom, hoping the man would not follow me. Sure enough, he was behind me. I panicked, quickening my pace. I try to lose to him, leaving the VIP section. I wonder around the building, looking for my best friend but she was nowhere to be found. Unfortunetely, I run into the man, running to find anyone who would help. “YOUR GOING TO REGRET THIS- COME HERE!!” He shouted at me. After realizing no one was in the halls to help me, I ran into the first room I could.

I bursted into a VIP room, that had a man and three body guards in it. I fell to my knees, putting my hands together in a prayer position, letting all my tears fall. “P-please help me!!” I cried, watching the guards run to me. “Wait.” the man sitting said. I couldn’t see his face, only his clothing, as to which he had on a animal printed button up, with black slacks. Just when i felt at ease- the man that was just chasing me, bursted through the doors. “YOU WHORE- YOU’LL PAY FOR MAKING ME RUN!!” the man shouted at me, attempting to grab me, but got stopped by the guards. “What are- GET OFF ME YOU FOOLS! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!” he snatched his arm back, yelling. With a quiet swiftness, the mysterious man then snapped. With distinct order, they followed the command. They grabbed his arms, carrying him out. As soon as the man was out, I cried, bowing my head on the carpet. “T-thank you” I sobbed, wiping my tears. I’ve never felt so appreciative in my entire life. “Are you alright?” the man question. I nodded, saying “Yes.. Thank you…” finally standing up. “Good. cause that’s gonna cost you.” He said coldly. He then snapped again, making the guards leave the room. I just couldn’t get a break. I stood still, watching as he got up and walked over to me. I flinched, as he sqautted and grabbed my chin, making me look up at him. I didn’t get a good look at his face before, but now- his face was clear as day. “You belong to me now.” He said lowly, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. I quickly fell back, scooting away. “W-what?!…my life was in danger- you didn’t have to save me!” I shouted. He chuckled, running his hair back. “But I did.. so now you owe me…” He said calmy, getting up and walking over to me. He then grabbed my arm, picking me up and dragging me over to the love seat. He set me down, planting his hands on the seat on both sides of me, looking me in the eyes. “Either you give…or i’ll take it from you.” as his terrifying breath fanned my face, a tear couldn’t help but roll down my cheek. My night just couldn’t get any worse.

⋆ To be Continued…

[kyleedixon]

Ayano x Budo

Pink = Ayano Aishi

Blue = Budo Masuta

Orange = Umeji Kizuguchi

Green = Midori Gurin

Red = info chan

(Still under development)

Ayano is looking to join a club and she approaches the martial arts club.

“Welcome to the martial arts club, what brings you here”?

“I would like to know more about this club..”

“We study hand to hand combat and practice self defense techniques. If you join our club, I guarantee that you’ll be able to defend yourself from anyone that tries to hurt you. If you think you got what it takes, you’re welcome to spar with any of our members at any time, even if you’re not in the club…and I would make sure nobody gets hurt especially you~”

“Hmm okay I’ll join..”

“Fantastic! You are an official member of the martial arts club, I’m looking forward to teaching you everything I know, would you like me to put the headband on you~”?

“Okay sure.”

As Budo puts the headband on her and he starts to blush. After he put it on her, Ayano starts to blush as well.

“Thank you so much, Budo…”

“You’re welcome, I’d love to help you anytime”!

The next day, Ayano arrives at school and found a trash bag on the ground, she wants to set a great example for everybody and decided to go behind the school to throw it away in the incinerator. As she approaches the gate, Umeji Kizuguchi spots and stops her.

“Uh uh, not so fast, you ain’t passing by here, off limits for girls like you.”

“Ugh..just let me through”!

She tries to push him away from her and he pushes her hard. As she hits the floor, she winces in pain and is unable to move.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, now scram loser”!

“If I want to throw away trash..I should be allowed to throw away trash, stop being a stupid dumb jerk”!

“The HELL you say to me”?!

Umeji picks up Ayano off the ground by her neck.

“Nobody gets to talk to me like that..”

He throws her down on the ground.

“Now scram”!

Ayano walks away, she limps a little as she walks to the infirmary. Budo spots her and rushes to her.

“Ayano!! Are you okay”?!

“Y-y-yeah I’m fine..”

“Tell me.. what happened”?

“Nothing Budo… don’t worry about it.”

Ayano walks inside the infirmary, not looking back at Budo. After school was over, Ayano comes home and thinks about Budo. Ayano arrives to school and she is better than yesterday. She wants to try to fight Umeji so she walks at the back of the school, approaching Umeji.

“Guess who came back..A loser..”

“I’m here to take you on…”

“You really wanna fight me? You wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Ayano balls up her fists and prepares the punch until he socks her in the face, she falls on the floor.

“Oh what a wimp, I knew you couldn’t fight me”!

Ayano gets up and walks to class, after school was over, she walks towards the exit until Budo rushed to her.

“Ayano are you okay? Why do you have a black eye”?!

“N-nothing…

She walks off and exits school, Budo watches her and thinks about a plan for tomorrow. In the morning, Budo hides behind a tree and waits for Ayano. He follows behind her and he watches her walk behind the school. He starts thinking to himself.

“*thinks to self* why is she going behind the school..?”

He watches as she approaches Umeji.

“*thinks to self* wait… why is she meeting with Umeji”?

He hides behind the wall as he spies on them.

“Well well well, little birdie told me that you were in love with some nerd.”

“He isn’t a nerd…”

“Oh yeah? Then who is he.”

“H-he’s my friend, you are just an insecure bully”!

Umeji socks Ayano in the face and she falls on the floor, knocked out. Budo rushes towards her.

“A-AYANO”!

He rushes to hug her.

“Here’s the nerd and his little girlfriend… what a loser you guys are..”

Budo gets angry and he gets up.

“You wanna die”?

“Oh wow tough man, you think I’m scared of you”?

Budo pulls out a knife and stabs him, Ayano wake up and watches, she gets shocked. Budo turns around and looks at Ayano.

“I-I’m sorry Ayano… I had to defend you…”

“B-b-Budo….why did you do this…?

“Ayano… I-i-i didn’t- I-i…”

Ayano backs away on the floor and runs away. The next day, Budo arrives to school and doesn’t see Ayano. He decides to ask people around school if they knew where she lived. He approaches Midori to ask her.

“Hey Midori”!

“Yes Budo”?

“Do you know where Ayano Aishi lives”!

“Oh no, I have no clue, why”?

Budo decides to make an excuse, not wanting to admit that he scared her away.

“Well um… she hasn’t been uh, to the club activities in a while and I am wanting to check on her.”

“Oh… okay”!

“See you later Midori…”

Budo walks away and goes upstairs to ask the science club leader, before he approaches it, he sees the info club that used to be the newspaper club. He peaks through the window and sees a women in there. All of the sudden, he gets a notification on his phone and he checks it, Budo reads his messages.

“Hey.”

“Who are you..”?

“No need to ask for my name, who are you?

[elderlytourney]

Welcome to the Old Woman Tourney!

In this tourney, 62 old women will face off for the title of Ultimate Old Woman! Our competitors are...

Avagon (Pirates of Dark Water)

Irene (The Mist)

Mama Coco (Coco)

Arcee (IDW's Transformers)

Eileen the Crow (Bloodborne)

Opal (Pokemon)

General Leia Organa (Star Wars)

May Parker (Spider-Man)

Toph Beifong (Avatar: The Legend of Korra)

Blanche Devereaux (Golden Girls)

Irene Frederic (Warehouse 13)

Link's Grandma (The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker)

Fortuneteller Baba (Dragon Ball)

Lucrecia Mux (Psychonauts)

The Fates (Hercules)

Fairy Godmother (Cinderella)

Grumples (Yo-Kai Watch)

Lady Butterfly (Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice)

Granny Rags (Dishonored)

Gwendolyn Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Outcast (Arknights)

The Urn Witch (Death's Door)

Matoya (Final Fantasy XIV)

The Faceless Old Woman who Secretly Lives in your Home (Welcome to Night Vale)

Ambessa Medara (Arcane)

Sadie Croaker (Amphibia)

Maria Calavera (RWBY)

Tala (Moana)

Esme Weatherwax (Discworld)

Baba Yaga

Xate Yawa (Baru Cormorant)

Crooked Rook (Pale)

Erin O'Niell (Dungeons and Daddies)

Granny (Looney Tunes)

Mama Odie (Princess and the Frog)

Kammy (Paper Mario)

Wrinkly Kong (Donkey Kong Country)

Suga Mama (The Proud Family)

Yan Lin (W.I.T.C.H)

Grandma Flexington (Borderlands)

Karin Chakwas (Mass Effect)

Rita Repulsa (Power Rangers)

Ubaba (Spirited Away)

Alice Green (Big City Greens)

Lucretia (The Adventure Zone)

Ginger (OK KO: Let's Be Heroes!)

Granny Goodness (DC Comics)

Alma Madrigal (Encanto)

Gertie Shortman (Hey Arnold!)

Faragonda (Winx Club)

Grandmother Fa (Mulan)

Jasmine Lee (The Life and Times of Juniper Lee)

Madame Foster (Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends)

Nanefua Pizza (Steven Universe)

Nana (Nanalan)

Barbara Howard (Abbott Elementary)

Wendy Oldbag (Ace Attorney)

Thora Read (Arthur)

Grandma Spankenheimer (Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer)

Erina Pendleton (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Helen/The Administrator (Team Fortress 2)

Mom (Futurama)

Next week, the battles begin! Each round will last only a day, and the 31 winners will move on. The losers will go to a redemption round where one of them will be able to return.

Thank you for your patience. It's been a wild couple of days, and things are only gonna get crazier. But regardless, I can't wait to...have you vote on the elderly...

...eh. It's not the weirdest poll on Tumblr probably.

(Masterpost will also be coming soon, to help keep track of certain rounds. You'll also be able to track them through tags)

[creativemessbyvd]

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Welcome to my writing blog! Mostly for writing related reblogs and my fic ideas that might one day become full fics. My main is @Vesta Dragon for all the reblogs of many, many fandoms. Here are some quick links to my most used tags here, my published fics and a complete (and updating!) list of my fic ideas, enjoy!

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The Horror and the Wild | IT Chapter 2 Fix-It fic | COMPLETE

- "If you could, little one, would you help them?” Georgie has never felt more sure of anything in his short life. Even if he had to see the clown again, Georgie would do it. He would be brave for Billy. He nods, and Mat the Great Turtle smiles, and bows down until his nose can ruffle Georgie’s hair. Georgie asks the great Turtle God to let him help out his brother and his friends. Knowing that his power is very limited, that Pennywise will return much earlier being unsatisfied thanks to the Losers’ meddling and that Georgie wishes to keep everyone alive, Mat the Turtle sends Georgie before IT’s return to gather the Losers and help them destroy the alien menace. Georgie’s biggest obstacle will not be the alien, but rather convincing his brother and his old friends that the 18-year-old is the 7-year-old that got eaten by the alien they forgot about. Fix-it fic for the movies-verse! All of the Losers are in their 20’s and Georgie is 18 and back by Turtle Magic. Warning for Character Dead but that’s just Georgie and he is not dead after the first chapter.

Lay All Your Love On Me - Mamma Mia AU | Bagginshield / The Hobbit Movies | UPDATED APRIL 2024!

Frodo Baggins is getting married, and he has invited his three possible dwarrow fathers – but did not tell his Hobbit father. He doesn’t have a death wish. He just wants to fill the hole he has had his whole life. And he’ll know when he sees his father, and everything will be alright in the world. Bilbo already had stress with the wedding, he did NOT need all three of his exes at his Hotel after 20 years. Why would all three show up and on THIS weekend in particular? Valar help him. This will be a weekend no one will soon forget. - Mamma Mia! AU with the Hobbit characters!

At Least Out Loud, I Won't Say I'm in Love - Hercules AU | RadioApple / Hazbin Hotel

After Lucifer's intervention, Roo orders Alastor to find any and all weaknesses of the King, by any means necessary. But with the Sin of Wrath there to help Lucifer and Charlie get back on their feet, this will not be easy. Alastor is sure that his front of snark-turned-to-fondness will not turn into genuine feelings, he has been there and done that. He will get Roo what she wants and get his soul back, but will his head and heart be on the same page once him and the King grow closer? Lucifer must take control of his life, for his kingdom and for his daughter. Staying close to Alastor to keep an eye on him and trying to get along will just be better for his headaches, he tells himself. But Lucifer has never been one to listen to reason when his heart latches onto something, and getting to know Alastor will change a lot of things. Can friendship and love prevail when those closest to us betray us?

'I'm in love with a Jedi' Support Group | Mainly DinLuke, many ships included! / Star Wars

Din gets jumped on the way back home and wakes to find he has been welcomed into a 'secret club' made for those who fell for Jedi and now have to deal with Force Osik.

Fic Idea Vault:

#1 Guardians of Arcadia - post-Wizards idea (Guardian of Arcadia) - Tales of Arcadia Netflix show

#2 Honey, I've changed so much since I last saw ya (Brainwashed Carmen Sandiego) - Carmen Sandiego Netflix show

#3 3 sets of idiots meet to implode the universe + Artoo (3 sets of idiots) - Star Wars (Main 9 films)

#4 I wasn't worth his change (Ahsoka + Good Place) - Star Wars (Clone Wars and The Mandalorian show)

#5 Dinluke Mulan AU (Dinluke Mulan AU) - Star Wars (The Mandalorian show)

#6 Brother Bear Inspired Bagginshiled AU (Brother Bear AU) - The Hobbit films

#7 Padmé Time Travel AU - Star Wars (Prequels, Clone Wars)

#8 Disaster Lineage Encanto AU - Star Wars (Prequels, Clone Wars)

#9 B99 SW AU: The Galaxy's Finest #9 Post 2 Snippet - Star Wars (All media)

#10 A Fix-It Fic set after Jedi Fallen Order and with a slight different Order 66 (Fix-it JFO) #10 Post 2 Snippet - Star Wars (Prequels, Clone Wars, Jedi Fallen Order video game)

#11 The Shadows' Plan - Star Wars (Prequels, Clone Wars)

#12 Getting adopted *name in progress, first fic The Scorpion's Redemption #12 Post 2 Scorpion's Redemption snippet - Star Wars (Prequels, Clone Wars, The Mandalorian show, Obi Wan Kenobi show)

#13 NANDERMO SOULMATES/REINCARNATED/ROLE SWAP AU (I GUESS?) (Nandermo Soulmates AU) - What We Do in the Shadows TV show

#14 Han's brilliant plan - Time travel SW AU (Han's brilliant plan) - Star Wars (Prequels, Clone Wars, Original Trilogy, The Mandalorian show)

#15 Afterlife reunion Bagginshield AU (afterlife reunion) - The Hobbit films

#16 The comeback of Radio - Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss universe

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[plague-parade]

welcome to: “danny rewatches that horrible episode of glee where they make the club use wheelchairs for a week” as an ambulatory wheelchair user

this is long so

the episode starts off with mr schuester fighting the principle for $600 for an accessible bus to ride to nationals

a NURSING HOME had a “tag sale” where they bought….. TEN CUSTOM ULTRALIGHT WHEELCHAIRS???

in what world do nursing homes have ultralight chairs and not standard hospital chairs….. and why would they sell them??

how the fuck was that less expensive or cost effective than the bus to nationals

this implies that TEN custom chairs was. less than $600?????

the students only have to use the chairs for…. three hours a day….. because that will definitely ‘make them understand what its like to be artie’

they have a stunt double for artie to do wheelies….. im fucking crying

the stunt double is aaron ‘wheelz’ fotheringham which is actually sick as fuck that dude is so cool

apparently this is easier than just like. listening to artie

why are the glee kids so angry about having to do a bake sale….

all of these chairs seem to be quickie chairs?? did they have some weird sponsorship?

kurt cannot propel without tipping oh my god they didnt even fix the center of gravity on these chairs

RACHELS ANTI TIPS ARE UPSIDE DOWN

rare W for schue for advocating for more accessibility in the school

massive L from the principle for saying its ‘too expensive and inspiration is free’ EW

sue is so extremely ableist jfc

apparently using a wheelchair makes you a loser. very great message to send!!!

BRITTANY LOST HER WHEELCHAIR??

so they have to be in the chairs for three hours…. except they seem to be in them the entire school day?

i really hope they donated these chairs after filming…

kurt has his legs crossed constantly,,, baby girl youre making it so much harder for yourself

inspiration porn inspiration porn inspiration porn

NO TINA DONT FUCKING ASK ARTIE HOW IT HAPPENED

HE DIDNT JUST FUCKING TELL HER HE STILL CAN USE HIS DICK 💀

ok i was wrong theyre not all quickies, rachel has a nissin

“heres your problem, you just had a bent pushrim” rachel how the fuck did you do that

10000000% no wheelchair user was consulted for this

so far it seems like everyone has at least a $2000 chair

puck put weed in the cupcakes. puck. put. weed. in. the. cupcakes.

sue somehow is extremely ableist but is the only person who treats becky like an actual person

stop they keep saying “handi-capable”

finn is lying about being disabled to get a job????

oh they just referred to it as ‘the short bus’

good on sue for funding ramps being built for the school. but what the fuck schue for assuming she has a brain tumor because of it??

and of course bc you have to have some sort of association to care about a cause so sue has a sister with down syndrome

why are they having a date in the school after hours

TINAS FAKING HER STUTTER

god i feel so bad for artie, he thought they had disability in common and she was lying the whole time

of course the number theyre doing is proud mary

thank fuck its over

it seems like half of them had quickies and the other half had nissin chairs

[winderlylandchime]

The man is back and better than ever (well kinda but whatever). So here I come with 2x08 and 2x09 but tumblr sucks so this is 1/2, anyway. He got into the house took his pills, immediately went out on a smoke and screamed to me ‘he was right! Who the fuck made that rule about smoking in hospitals?!’ Came back and said ‘cmon loser!’ He silently groaned for 5 minutes until the locker room scene and yelled ‘BRIAN YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I MISSED YOU!’ He is now watching Mikey and Ben and goes ‘*loud groan* for the love of Beyoncé, please tell me this dude isn’t THIS boring the whole time? If his whole thing is Buddha and HIV, i am gonna hate it here’ cut to the club scene ‘JUSTIN YOU BEAUTIFUL RASCAL! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH! of course my boy can spot a rolex the second he sees it! Attaboy!’…’OH BEN IN A CLUB? Maybe he isn’t boring! *ben takes his shirt off* what a whore, i like it *raises his soda as a cheers*’ and now the introduction scene happened and he almost had a stroke ‘Well of course he’s positive, he studied Buddha and all that crap. And you just complimented him so obviously he’s happy, why are you so bitc- *pauses the ep and is silent for a sec* YOU MOTHERFUCKER YOU MEAN POSITIVE AS IN HIV?! HOW DOES THAT AFFECT ANYTHING YOU FUCKI- AND WHY IS THAT ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS TO TALK YOU LITTLE DWEEB!…*looks at the paused tv*…Justin looks really good in that jersey’ ‘okay Mel is funny sometimes..but dude we don’t throw food on the ground..damn it, i like her at times but she’s so bitchy sometimes but the feminist in me is saying she has the right for it but like she’s just so *blows a raspberry* at times’ and we are now at the diner scene and he is STRESSED! This man is ready to fight ‘Ted..dude, shush. I get it, the year is 2001..2?3? Wait is this before the towers? Whatever, the year is early and you are scared but listen to me *snaps his fingers at paused ted on screen* i am from the future and we are alright! I mean most of us..some of us…okay so like a group of us are good..you know what? The world sucks but like we’re dealing with it, there’s always a tomorrow, now calm the fuck down bc you are stressing me out…plus doesn’t vic have hiv? Someone call Deb to smack ted bc i am only one man’ And now Deb is up and im not prepared for whats going to happen, it’s like witnessing a train crash ‘exactly Deb! Tell him he has a shitty attitude, smack him for me please. tell them Deb! why does she look like she just ate dog shit? Well i mean it is a lot to hear since its like 200early’ oh sweet summer child. I will say he was pleasantly surprised that Brian was silent and not assholey. ‘Who the fuck has clowns in their home? Deb this is weird even for you. Why can’t she talk to Vic? *pauses the ep* vic my boy, I’ll talk to you. These bitches *holds up the dvd with the cast on it* have me stressed out of my fucking mind. Anyway continue, man’ i would like everyone to know at this point i am holding my breath preparing for the crash.

WELCOME BACK DEAR SWEET ANON AND BROTHER ANON! You’ve been missed.

Literally loling from the start about Brian being right about smoking and hospitals. (Someone should tell Brian and your brother about oxygen tanks)

I love how he sees how BORING Ben is but definitely is protective of Ted’s shitty moment of disclosing his serostatus and warning Michael off of him. And then the total letdown with “Doesn’t Vic have HIV?” and “who the fuck has clowns in their home?” OUR MAN HAS A VERY GOOD POINT.

And yes… the crash. Let’s get to that…

[idv-news-boi]

-> Laurence's Journal Entry at the Manor {Part 1}

Note// How is everyday at the manor like with Laurence.

Day 1 {First Day in the Outcast Club-}

Hey James! I'm going to call you James rather than journal- you're my pal! You keep secrets for me afterall~

Today,,, I have the vision that coming to the manor will be worth it. There wasn't regret in leaving the Dyanthus Republic into a mysterious world of button eyes and black voids watching you through the windows,,, and heard you through the walls.

I admit, i do miss home... So I sang my heart's out with a crazy song to cheer me up! Akihiko was looking at me silly the entire carriage ride lol-

Met the Mr. Embalmer himself! Despite being quiet, he is very polite and welcoming. He even helps a little with Akihiko's luggages- it seems my partner made a new friend~ ;)

Someone just called me hot- Well, from an anonymous letter at my room when I was trying to set things up- probably saw me from afar while I was walking around the halls-

Day 2 {Suddenly I was called a Bill Cypher 2.0}

I was just giving with my radio cast microphone until suddenly, 3 figures(a dirty blonde man with glasses, some guy holding a telephone, and the illuminati???) Appeared in my studio and told me to join them to take over a universe while calling me a loser??? What the???

Also, some German gentleman with a classy suit appeared after-heard he's married which is unfortunate since he's hot/ih

But at the end, turns out it's just a dream,,, And that's why I couldn't sleep at that night after-

Ended up drinking a coffee mug as I check on some inbox questions about my and Akihiko's arrival and other things we're going to do at the manor- We both officially have the declaration to name our News Program "The Oletus Times"~!

Day 3 {This Room isn't Yassified Enough!}

Morning James! Setting up everything before taking tours around the manor was a bit complicated- I didn't expect any luxury while in my stay- but gosh,,,- The room is even more dusty! How do these people allow this 'hospitality'? Killing them with disease intentionally? Oh naw!

I don't care whatever the baron says- I'm remodeling and cleaning my room with my style! Secrets on how i got the materials? Oh, a master doesn't tell their secrets~

Akihiko must have thought the same when he first saw his room- So he moved to my room to share it, used his room as our studio - and took a whole 6 hours to finish the extensive replacing and decorating much modern stuff,,,

Aki and I almost got into a short argument whether Modern Jazz style or Westernized Japanese should be the theme of the room- we ended up making the room go half-and-half,,,- I mean, it actually worked at the end surprising. I like how there's different aesthetics in a same room! X'D

As we were remodeling of course, we also got some room service to send us some food meals while we work- it wasn't that bad,,, but not as great as the hamburgers and the coleslaw salad chef Palacios usually makes at my favorite diner!

Day 4 {A Productive Tour With Angeline!} @askthepianist

Oh gosh, Jim,,, I met a tall woman,,, A pretty nice one!!! (Pinned profile picture of Angeline from the manor's survivor files)

I started my first routine interviews that i will do everyday- going around and talk with survivors and hunters to get to know them while still getting lost in this maze-

Nonetheless, I was saved by the pianist from at least being able to know where the kitchen is(Akihiko keeps asking if there's a kitchen around to make mochis-) and now i know where the garden Ms. Woods usually works on! Heard a little bird that the senior Gardener is bringing a new stash of flower beds today~!

What a savior,,, What else can I do if i couldn't receive such help? I learned so many things today!

Day 5 {Nice Artists, Very Familiar Ones...} @idv-artists-trio

Good Evening, James! Just met a group of fellow teammates - i notice that they often stay together, it turns out they're artists! Artist squad hehe~ Rosie may be quiet, but she's very kind and cute! (^-^

Meeting Angel is another advantage to know that i won't be wearing rags for long- I'll be sure to pay him back somehow for his generosity~!

Not going to lie, Kitty resembles so much of the Head Officer Police at home- even she speaks without not having the word "meow" in every sentence!

Only 3 if them seem familiar, the only one that i don't seem to seeing somewhere is Eiji- but he does remind me of Head Shrine Maiden Ivory!

Day 6 {A Sweet Welcome Gift} @ask-idv-baker

My my, Jim! Guess what? I met one of Angel's other artist friends, Beth Anastazja,,,!!! Isn't she adorable???(Pinned profile pic of Beth from the manor's survivor files)

She appeared at our door and gave us a lot of baked goods~! Akihiko couldn't get used to receiving such generous gifts! But he seems to be more happier today after that (^-^

Hope that the cute Baker gets to have everything she needs to fulfill,,,-

Day 7 {Thrilling Game? I'm here to work hard- but i also play hard~!} @ask-idv-thrillseeker

Hey Jim! GUESS WHAT??? The manor's host allowed me to take part in the game at least once in a while! Of course, he still wants me alive- but is not like i get killed that easily~!

I also met a cool, but also hot huntress by the name of Cleo in my first match- (pinned profile pic of Cleo from the manor's hunter files)

It was a bit amusing to see her shocked reaction when i didn't hesitate in oblige her offer to stop decoding in return of her not hunting me- I mean, I'll rather receive a bonk from my teammates rather than get terrorshocked-

I'll keep a reminder to myself in inviting her to dinner,,, If she considers my offer to,,, send me into the basement ~ ❤️/ih

Day 8 {Is that King Kong but Spider,,,????}

Jim! You have no idea what just happened- I just saw a huge spider looking creature creeping on the huge window from the matching room??? Where did that come from...? Impressive,,, 🤔

I might probably start some ghost hunting research around the manor too- is it just me or I just saw a ghost appeared right next to me on the broken chair of the table... It disappears in one blink of an eye!

Day 9 {Met a guitarist- Also a Young Lady that i May or May not Adopt-} @janetheguitarist

I was doing my usual routine, but is this time talking to a young guitarist with a student uniform(?) (Pinned profile pic of Jane from the manor's survivor files)

Also a lil girl that looks like a princess,,,- how precious,,, (Pinned profile pic of Elise,,, the manor's survivor files are also missing some blanks)

Day 10 { What a Lovely Surprise,,, How Enticing ~} @idv-ask-snakecharmer

James? I met a handsome Snakecharmer- I call him Prince now,,, (Pinned post of Amar in the manor's survivor files)

I like his sweet advances while he was using his mother tongue- I didn't even expected him to kiss my hand I-????

Not sure why, but I still played along and got him flustered as well- uno reverse card, hehe~❤️

Sad that he couldn't stay long enough- but he did left me with a nice kiss~ ;)