#why is this short .. let me write p2

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unadulterated yearning

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pairing…abby anderson x gn!reader

in which…a cruel patrol somehow brings you and your roommate closer together.

before you read…angst with comfort.

such few words have been spoken between you and abby, despite being in her presence a significant amount of the day— every single day. 

you weren’t sure what you did to warrant the hostility, and why it hasn’t fleeted within the few months of you replacing her prior roommate. you knew she missed him, abby made it abundantly clear she’d rather have manny back, but you knew her despising you ran deeper than just that.

her one-sided frustration was a lot. it hurt when all you did was grace her with overbearing kindness, to simply be mocked by the woman to her friends. her friends; she wouldn’t let you in the group, leaving you isolated and alone.

you wondered if she spoke behind your back, almost hoping that was the case when they’d give you the cold shoulder, like you had done something wrong. you never thought you did. abby made you feel that way, though. 

abby couldn’t seem to find a soft spot for you. all the good things about you, she took issue with, and she would let it be known each time. god forbid you fold a shirt she had thrown on your floor, or decide to do your shared dirty dishes, or open the door for her first. she always found a mistake, a flaw, she searched for it.

you couldn’t win with her. every single try has been a failure, and for some reason, that was a hard thing to accept.

it shouldn’t be— abigail anderson should have no fucking impact on your feelings. but she does, deeply, and right now, as you wake up early for a patrol you originally weren’t scheduled for, all you feel for her is resentment.

it’s entirely her fault, somehow getting her day switched with yours, so you get the shitty shift no one wanted.

you weren’t sure why until you were informed the wlf had some sort of get-together for the holidays, an excuse for a feast and drinks. and you would be excluded from it all, because better you than her, apparently. 

you tried not to mind it, truly, you weren’t a bitch about small things like this. if you were annoyed by every little thing abby had done, you might have given up this sanctuary just to be out of her presence utterly.

it’s simply her entitlement that troubles you, the fucking audacity.

“might wanna put on more gear. pretty cold out there,” her voice calls from the other side of the room, where she’s lying comfortably in bed with a book on her chest, eyeing you getting ready to leave. you scoff. 

“i’m serious,” she dares to add, though her tone lacks sincerity to you, “wouldn’t want you catching a cold.”

“how thoughtful, abigail.”

she rolls her eyes at the use of her name, a small win for you.

those are the last words you tell her before taking off, leaving abby alone, and feeling alone. it’s odd. she likes when you’re around, to bother you, of course. the cool wind is harsh against the stadium window, a tinge of guilt already hitting her. 

but if she could praise you for anything, it’s how much you can endure. nothing here has been easy for you, and yet you’re still here. she pushes you, and you push back. you’d be fine, might even make it back for the last hour of celebrations, making patrol worth it for the sweet reward at the end of the harsh day.

abby was very wrong.

harsh was a kind word to put for the day you had.

the sun is down by the time you arrive back. you’re freezing and bleeding, having skipped the infirmary out of embarrassment. you didn’t want to be a letdown or a burden, especially if abby were to find out how poorly you performed out there; so you’d pretend today was fine.

at least, until you’re locked away safely in your bedroom. 

once you are, you turn on the light, letting out a deep sigh you hadn’t known you were keeping in, leaning against the door just so you could stop walking for a split fucking second. that’s when you feel the throbbing on your thigh, eyes drifting to the now crimson-stained makeshift bandage wrapped tightly around it. 

you don’t have the energy to change it. you don’t even have the energy to change in general, only peeling off your jacket, and picking up whatever grey sweatshirt was thrown on the floor near you. 

you know it’s not yours when you smell the familiar pine scent, the one you associate with abby. 

weirdly, it’s incredibly comforting right now. even if she would scold you to not touch her shit when she got back. you really don’t care. you drag your sore feet to your bed, climbing beneath the covers, clinging to the blanket, begging for warmth that seems to refuse your body.

it’s moments later that you hear the door open.

abby enters, a bit buzzed from the party, tripping on your discarded jacket right away. she mutters beneath her breath, picking the piece of clothing up, and walking toward your bed. when she opens her mouth to speak again, it immediately shuts, and she halts her steps.

her gaze fell on you, huddled under your blanket, body shivering even in your sleep.

there’s a strange tug at her chest— both sympathy and guilt stirring deeply inside of her. you’re curled into yourself like a child, and you appear as innocent as one before her. innocent and in pain. left out from the festivities of the night, alone, out there, to come home, and be alone again. 

maybe it’s the alcohol, but abby feels like she’s suffering with you, simply by watching your body involuntarily shake.

“y/n?” abby calls out your name softly, closing the gap between her and your bed. you don’t stir at first, not until she repeats your name once more, but even then, you hardly acknowledge her. 

you hum, not daring to open your eyes and welcome the light to your corneas. 

“you okay?” abby asks, knowing it’s a stupid question with an obvious answer. you don’t think of it as stupid, though, it might be the kindest thing she’s done, checking in on you…are you dying?

“mhm,” you hum again, “just…cold.”

the words come out in an accidental whisper, unsure if she had even heard you. she does, not even questioning her next decision; she had the urge to help you, one she couldn’t shake off or ignore like in other moments where you could’ve used a hand. this is different. she doesn’t know why, but it is.

it’s just a few seconds later that abby had taken her blanket, the comforting weight of it being draped carefully over your body, abby doing her best to cover your head to toe. 

the long-going tension between you two doesn’t exist at the moment, abby’s sweet gesture becoming the highlight of this stupid fucking day. she had a heart. and she gave a tiny piece of it to you with the blanket. 

“thank you, abby,” your voice is still barely audible, but she catches it, nodding though you couldn’t see her. 

the room fell silent again, and abby wasn’t sure if she should walk away, or keep awkwardly watching you from the edge of your bed. 

she walks away; only after you stop shaking, soft breathing from your sleeping form. she wonders if it is weird she literally watched you sleep, but her concern is overbearing.

abby crawls into her bed, laying her head on her pillow, and shutting her eyes. your face is the last thing on her mind before drifting off, not the first time this has occurred, but the first time acknowledges it’s not due to the loathing she has felt for you. it’s something else.

the next morning, abby wakes up to the sunlight barely filtering through the window, eyes drifting to the lower half of her body. 

her blanket returned, along with yours, an additional warmth that has her dreading the idea of getting up.

especially when she notices you had already left the room, and you weren’t going to be the first face her eyes laid upon…fuck. abby gulps at her thoughts about you. 

these now, suddenly, extremely confusing, thoughts. what is this feeling?

[echantedtoon]

EXPECTING: Upper Moons

This is just the reaction of the demons if you told them you were pregnant. It's been rattling around my mind forever and I had to write it out. Take it as a prequel to my Demon Dad's post, gonna do a P2 with the lower moons right after.

IMPORTANT: Daki will be included in Gyutaro's part and Zohakutan in Hantengu's cuz he's a part of Hantengu but both are PLATONIC ONLY!! Also I write Karaku strictly as the Relaxation clone instead of pleasure because everything I write is sfw.

Warnings for pregnancy mentions, Douma/Karaku ARE their own warnings, possibly some innuendos.

KOKUSHIBO:

"I'm pregnant."

-you told him as soon as you saw his form come to your shared home. It had been nearly three and a half months since you last saw your husband and nearly three months since you had come to the shocking conclusion that you both were about to become parents.

-You had to wait for a while because Muzan's business has his most trusted right hand man gone for weeks to months on end just to carry out business. You knew what you signed up for when you married the highest ranked demon but it didn't make your waiting anymore easy.

-You were worried and anxious the entire time you waited for him to come home. Staying up late a lot of the time to see if he'd be coming. So when he finally showed up expecting a hug and kiss you blurted it out from the pent up anticipation.

-His reaction was to freeze completely mid hug towards you, and just stand there and stare. He's the demon with the fastest reaction time besides Muzan, so he was able to process it rather quickly although color him surprised still.

-He's unsure what to believe at first. "That is... unlikely. You must have just been sick and lazy." He says referring to your recent weight gain and sickness. To which you inform him you had already seen at least two doctors and a midwife to confirm it all. He still doesn't believe it so you demand he look through the transparent world and take a look at you. If you WERE pregnant it'd confirm it if not then you both could find out what was wrong with you.

-He agrees and you stand still as half lidded bored eyes stared at you. Before six eyes widened in complete shock as they zero in on your middle. His body goes rigid as ice... before those six eyes roll up into his skull and he falls over with a heavy THUD!! sound echoing in your home. He didn't faint because you were pregnant, he fainted because of the extra life in your body.

-SURPRISE! IT'S TWINS!

DOUMA:

"I'm pregnant."

-You've been feeling a bit sick lately. At first thinking it was nothing but a stomach bug and it'd pass a few days with rest, but even after two weeks, even your lover got concerned and said you should be looked over by the cult's resident doctor. Well surprise surprise.

-He legit doesn't even register it. It flies right over his head when you first tell him. "That's nice, Dear! Did the doctor figure out why you're sick lately?" He blinks as you slam your forehead into the dinner table. "Was it something I said?"

-Look sometimes he's really smart other times he's stupid af.

-It doesn't register in his mind until he's in the middle of a sermon and it finally registers in his mind why you've been angry with him and what you said. He ends up quickly cutting the meeting short and leaving to find you quickly.

-Ends up being kicked out of your shared bedroom for a month begging to be let back in- "Lotus Blossom. Sweetie pie. Honey bunny! Please let me back in! I'm sorry!" Your response was to open the door and throw a blanket and pillow for him to use before angrily slamming it back shut. He ended up curled up on the ground in front of your door continuing to beg until you finally give in and opened it.

-Genuinely excited but he's definitely going to be dumb about a few things. ALL of the Kizuki are horrified Douma reproduced especially Muzan and Akaza.

AKAZA:

"I'm pregnant."

-He's absolutely stunned for the longest moment. When you told him you two needed to have a serious talk he was bracing himself into receiving news that you wanted to break up with him or a demon had been lurking about with how serious your tone was but never in his hundreds of years living was he expecting THIS.

-He stands there blinking and opening and closing his mouth mimicking a fish for the longest ten minutes of both of your lives..until the questions start in a panic. "Are you sure?! Is this a bad joke?! Did you see a doctor yet?! What did he say?! Are you SURE you're not just sick or something?!" He's not asking to be mean. He just wants to be sure this isn't just a bad day dream gone wrong.

-You answer all his questions calmly. Yes you saw a doctor. Yes you're pregnant. No it's not a joke or sickness.

-He goes silent again for a few seconds..before big tears gather in those pretty lashes of his and he lets out a choke as he wraps his arms around you and happy cries into your shoulder. He feels like the most blessed man in the world!

HANTENGU(+CLONES):

"I'm pregnant."

-Ever see a woman faint from shock? You knew your husbands' main body was an older gentleman but he was a powerful demon so you weren't exactly expecting him to freeze, shriek out in complete shock/fear, and then faint to the floor with a thud sound.

-It left you blinking at him as Karaku and Urogi laugh and point before Aizetsu gives them both a smack upside the head in Sekido's place.

-Safe to say he was pretty scared and shaken up.

SEKIDO:

-Sekido.exe has stopped working. Angry man just freezes up and lets his jaw drop in shock looking like a dam goldfish making both Urogi and Karaku laugh at his reaction. Give him a while. It's gonna take at least an hour for him to let it sink in and a whole ass week for him to come to terms with it. He's not angry about it but he is shocked. So very shocked.

URAMI:

-As soon as the two words leave your mouth he's whipping around at Karaku with a scowling, accusing face. "What the hell did you do?!" "What?! Why are you signaling ME out?!" "Take a guess!"

-Is surprisingly very calm about the situation. Groaning and rubbing his temples annoyed. You're surprised by his lack of surprise but his answer is pretty acceptable- "You have six husbands. I was expecting it to happen eventually."

AIZETSU:

-Like his fellow clones is shocked at first but Urogi's and Karaku's laughter as well as the sound of Hantengu fainting pulled him out of it enough to smack the two in Sekido's place to shut them up.

-Is one of the more serious ones. Cries and hugs you tight asking if you're feeling ok and if you need anything right at that moment. Give him a moment he's very emotional right now.

UROGI:

-It doesn't register for him at first. He's too busy laughing at Hantengu and Urami yelling at Karaku and Sekido's shocked face to really comprehend what he just heard.

-Big bonehead so it's not really hitting home until ten minutes in when it dawns on him. He freezes in his tracks for a solid ten seconds mouth open in a shocked smile..before making a choked ostrich noise and snapping back to you shocked but overjoyed in happiness. Expect him to push Aizetsu off you to hug you tightly.

KARAKU:

-Like Urogi he doesn't register it at first too busy laughing at Hantengu/Sekido and arguing with Urami to notice what you said but Aizetsu knocking his head made him realize what exactly happened.

-Stands there for almost as long as Sekido really. But eventually like Urogi he's absolutely happy with the news and overjoyed. Also low-key takes credit for everything annoying everyone.

ZOHAKUTAN:

-Like Sekido he's mostly shocked but it quickly turns to jealousy, annoyance, but still mostly shock. He's used to being the youngest so it's pretty much a jealous older sibling fit. But eventually he does warm up to the idea of becoming a big brother/uncle figure, but he won't admit it.

GYOKKO:

"I'm pregnant."

-(Ik but just for this let's just go with it.) Legit stops in the middle of making his latest vase to whip around and look at you wide eyed. Something he NEVER does! You can insult, assault, jabber on, and anything else you can think of but if he's in the middle of making art, nothing is going to interrupt him unless it's Muzan demanding his attention. However he does stop and look at you when you tell him which is a feat in of itself.

-He doesn't seem to notice at first only mumbling an 'uh huh' as he continues before he just ends up stopping molding the clay in his hands and whipping to you. There's a moment of you both just staring at one another before he just replies- "....Oh."

-He's not sure what to think tbh.

GYUTARO (+PLATONIC UME/DAKI):

"I'm pregnant."

-Gyutaro.exe has stopped working. His entire brain becomes a big error blue screen as he just ends up staring at you along with Daki for the longest time. Both siblings shocked his girlfriend had just come up to them and announced her news so bluntly.

-Gyutaro eventually reacts first giving you a deep frown. "Oh haha. Very funny! Cut the shit out! I fucking hate jokes!" He gets angrier when you get mad and INSISTS that it's not a joke. It takes a few minutes of you arguing and yelling at him(which you usually NEVER did) to get it through his head.

-It then dawns on him that you probably weren't joking. He's asks you multiple times panicked if you were SURE and if you were really really REALLY sure! You yell yes every time until he finally stops talking. Going extremely quiet before all the color drains from his face, his eyes roll back, and he faints.

-Daki absolutely laughs when she does finally process everything as well and thinking her brother's reaction is the funniest thing ever! However she's genuinely happy to become an Auntie already planning to dress them up and parade them around her. Is also super confident it's gonna be a girl.

NAKIME:

"I'm pregnant."

-Surprisingly very calm reaction. She simply stops playing for a moment to regard you very calmly like nothing is out of the ordinary and asks you one question. "Are you absolutely sure?" You confirm it and she simply nods before just going back to playing her biwa. "Very well but YOU are taking care of everything that involves it. If you need to go anywhere I'll do that for you but that's it."

-She respects your choices but sets her boundaries early.

KAIGAKU:

"I'm pregnant."

-Shocked and actually let's out a- "What the fuck?" outta shock.

-Much like Gyutaro gets very mad at first thinking you're joking and after arguing with you for a long time finally gives up on it being a joke but denies you're actually pregnant despite you insisting that you weren't. He's too stubborn to admit it and doubts it still until you literally drag him by the arm to the nearest doctor who surprise, surprise confirms you both are actually going to be parents.

-Kaigaku doesn't say anything. Still doesn't say anything as you both leave and go home until you ask him what he's thinking about. "I think I really regret that last date night."

[chelseeebe]

too sweet (for me) p2

lines begin to blur between his two lives, eddie feels hopeless at any semblance of keeping you away from that side of him. how does he fair when murray drags you kicking and screaming into this world?

a/n: so perhaps this is a little dramatic and very soap opera-esque but it was so much fun to write! i have a little thing i’d like to write for a part 3 but it is very much domesticity and sadness so we’ll see hehe <3

read part one here.

18+. mdni. smut. mentions of drugs and crime references throughout. eddie munson x fem!reader

eddie lingers over your shoulder, catching glimpses of him in the mirror as you fluff your hair and pucker your lips. he likes to sit and watch you get ready, just like how he used to watch his mom when he was much younger.

“so where are you going tonight?” he queries, a hint of territoriality about his question.

you shrug, swiping the lipgloss over your lips, “probably ace’s.. i don’t know yet,” meeting his eyes through the mirror.

admittedly, it had been a tough few weeks. he shut down for a few days, restricted to his bed as you cleaned up the mess he brought home. you were just grateful to have eddie back, the colour slowly coming back to his face thanks to your gentle love.

“i’ll take you,” arms snaking around your waist, “unless you wanna stay?” peppering kisses to your neck, the sweet scents of your overzealous sprits of perfume overwhelming his nose.

you giggle, though you make zero effort to shake him off, “i’m going,” wrapping your hand around his arm to keep it from travelling any further up your dress.

a tiny sense of guilt hits your chest, he was still shaken by whatever had happened. you’d practically moved yourself into his apartment, taking care of him for weeks. he’d rarely been alone since the day he’d stumbled in here with bloody hands and a newfound stammer.

“okay,” he relents, “what time do you think you’ll be done? i’ll come and get you,” face nestled into the crook of your neck.

you wouldn’t put it past him to just wait outside for hours, ready and waiting to see you again.

“why don’t you just come? i’m sure the girls won’t mind.”

he shakes his head, planting one last kiss to your shoulder before letting go, “no no.. you have fun,” nodding, as if to assure himself that he’d be fine.

eddie drives you right to the door, ignoring the disgruntled bouncers trying to get him to move. “don’t do anything stupid, i’ll be here when you’re ready,” squeezing your knee as you gather your bag from the floor.

you lean over the leather console, pecking his lips, leaving a small smudge of glittery gloss as you go.

“yessir.. love you,” before clambering out of the car, knowing smile plastered across your face as the door shuts.

there had been a sense of uncertainty about saying it, though you’d felt it for a short while now. only solidified by the last couple of weeks and the newfound upset you felt to be leaving him. it was like all your feelings were merged into one, dread bundled together with excitement. a scary but otherwise comforting feeling.

he immediately rolls your window down, leaning forward to catch you properly, “what? what’d you say?”

you shrug, scampering off into the queue as he watches, mouth hung open in sheer shock.

what you didn’t know was that eddie had been toying with the same sentiment, adamant to not scare you away but otherwise desperate to tell you.

he pulls off, beaming from ear to ear, counting down the seconds until he sees you again.

-

you perch on the marble countertop, legs swinging as eddie accidentally brushes past for the thousandth time, hand lingering on your thigh for a few seconds too long. the pot threatening to boil over if he keeps neglecting it in lieu of you.

“why’re you looking at me like that?” he asks, resuming his position at the stovetop.

he’d carefully perfected his little chef routine, throwing god knows what into the pan as if he had any clue what he was doing.

“i just can’t believe that you’re cooking for me.. have you ever even used this kitchen before?” chuckling at him, wishing he had gone all out and worn an apron.

“what the hell are you talking about? i cook all the time,” smooth talking, attempting to distract you from the near burnt pan of food in front of him.

“i don’t believe you,” you tease, glancing wearily at your supposed dinner. knowing damn well that he’d be on his way to pick something up in the next half an hour.

he leaves his station, faux-angry stare on his face as he leans on your knees, “you won’t be having any of this if you’re gonna keep being rude.”

the buzzer interrupts before you can insult his skill, or lack thereof, any longer.

eddie frowns towards the door, “i’ll get it,” trying hard to palm the cooking onto you.

“no no,” you hop down from the counter, “you try not to burn anything else and i’ll get it,” already out of the kitchen before he can protest.

the door opens to a man you’ve never seen before, glasses and crazy hair accompanying his toothy grin. those two goons eddie has to babysit sometimes are stood behind, looking as foolish as ever with their hands over their chests.

“ah! just the woman i wanted to see,” he beams, pointing into the apartment, “can i come in?”

“i’m sorry- who are you?”

but before the maniacal man can answer, eddie begins from behind, “let him in,” voice full of regret, you had wished you’d never hear it again.

you open the door wider, watching as they file in to the apartment. dumb and dumber barely able to walk on their own two feet without tripping over each other.

your eyes meet eddie’s but you can’t place whatever it is he’s trying to say. a look of warning maybe, hesitance and slight fear in his usually soft eyes. you’d figured it was something to do with his work, maybe the scene you had walked into those few weeks ago.

“have a seat,” the man smiles, gesturing towards the sofa.

they sit strategically, boxing you into the empty seat in between those two idiots. forcing you apart, a twisted mind game you wanted no part of.

eddie looks wracked with worry, sitting in the empty seat next to the other man. you want to jump up, order them to leave and do this some other time.

“i’m murray,” the man announces, staring right into your soul, “i work with eddie here.. for.. what is it? seven years now?” thumping eddie on the back.

he nods, chewing on his lower lip, choosing to stare at the floorboards rather than you, which stings a little.

“anyway! i didn’t come to small talk, i’m sure you two are very busy with whatever it is you young people do in your free time,” murray scrunches his nose, returning his heavy gaze to you. “i have a problem, you see, i’m a salesman, i sell things and to sell things, i have to get my product to different places,” nodding along with his words.

your eyes flit between him and eddie, figuring out exactly what he was asking.

“so,” he begins again, leaning forward, elbows pressed to his knees, “i need you to take it there,” not looking at eddie or either of the two losers beside you.

you. he was looking at you.

eddie interjects, “no, absolutely not,” jaw clenched taut, his fists balled by his sides.

“i didn’t ask you,” murray spits back.

you can see eddie’s chest heaving, anger bubbling through his body.

“where?”

their eyes fall back to you, eddie blinking rapidly. it’s like he can’t believe you’d ever agree to something so stupid.

“well all you’d have to do is take.. a bag down to.. mexico.”

“-mexico?” eddie interrupts again, jumping forward in his seat.

murray’s face turns to confusion, “is that not what i said? jeff! is that not what i said?”

jeff nods along, “that’s what you said,” like a creepy puppet doll, obeying his master.

“she can’t.. mexico, murray? that’s too far-”

“and why can’t she, eddie?” turning to face your boyfriend, a stern glare plastered firmly on his face, “i’m not hearing any objections from her, so what’s your problem?”

eddie looks up, catching your eye, chewing on the inside of his cheek. he’s swallowing whatever objection he has contained on his tongue. but you’re not stupid.

you either do this or your life gets very complicated, you’d seen enough movies to know that men like murray don’t fuck around.

“okay,” you say meekly, holding eddie’s gaze in hope that he’ll understand, that he knows you well enough now to know that you’re agreeing for both of your sakes.

“great,” murray beams, “my cousin has an apartment down there, you can stay a few days.. enjoy the scenery, whatever i don’t care,” ignoring eddie’s huffs of defiance.

you don’t remember a lot of what he says next, talking about the drop and other insignificant details. eddie volunteers to head down before you, wait for you in mexico to ensure everything goes to plan, which you appreciate.

they get up to leave while you’re still sat weighing up your decision and how badly this could end. eddie walks them to the door, glad to see them gone.

murray yanks him out of the door, tight grip onto his arm, “you wanna buy her a nice shiny ring?” glowering directly into his face, “or a big house so you can knock her up a couple’a times before you give this all up? hmm?”

eddie swallows, adams apple bobbing nervously in his throat. but nods, because he does want that. it’s all he’s wanted since he met you.

“then you’ll do whatever i tell you to do, okay?” face only mere inches away, “this is how you get those things.”

eddie doesn’t say a word as he stomps back in, heading straight for his bedroom without so much as a glance toward you.

his cold shoulder cuts deep, wedging a lump into your throat. you did this for him, for both of you. it wasn’t as if you had much choice between going to mexico or losing eddie.

you creep into the silent room what felt like hours later, heart aching for just a hint of reassurance.

he’s sat on the bed, facing the window, back to the door. you don’t want to startle him but feel absolute desperation to talk to him.

“eddie?” speaking quietly into the room.

he sighs, shoulders relaxing at the sound of your voice.

“i’m sorry if i said the wrong thing.. i was just trying to help,” blinking away the sharp tears threatening to spill.

you linger in the doorway, wary of the thick cloud of tension that had settled over the apartment.

“i’m not.. angry at you,” standing at last, turning to face after an eternity apart. he slinks over, ashamed of his own actions, he had never wanted to make you feel like this. “i didn’t want you to get involved in all this shit,” shaking his head as he walks over, throwing his arms around your sunken shoulders, “i don’t wanna lose you.”

you rest your cheek on his chest, slinging your arms tight around his waist, “you’re not going to,” and you meant it.

- eddie’s pov -

eddie has nearly thrown up at least twenty times since he’d left you for the airport.

he was going to land in mexico a couple hours before you hopefully arrived.

the plane journey is long, his only thoughts being you. if you were safe. if you’d made it onto the plane or not. watching the clock, waiting to just land and be one step closer to knowing.

murray had swindled his friend into letting you stay at his place for a few days, a large villa not too far from the airport. it’s warm and he’s sweating through his clothes, dumping his bag on the floor without a care in the world.

stepping out onto the balcony and lighting a cigarette whilst simultaneously trying his hardest not to hyperventilate. you should be on the plane by now, somewhere 3000 miles above, safe and sound.

squishing all of the echoing thoughts of what if or the images of you in a cell somewhere in mexico. it does nothing for the churning in his stomach, tossing the half-finished cigarette off into the distance somewhere.

eddie is restless, buzzing around the house as he waits rather impatiently for you to waltz through the door.

you should be here by now. the blazing sun finally setting in the sky, though he’s still sweating.

the clock ticks loudly, as if it were taunting him. every second you’re not here, he descends further into his despair, heart pounding as he paces the creaking floorboards.

a short wrap at the door makes him jump but he wastes no time in answering it, throwing the door open to find a strangely docile and calm version of you. polar opposite to how he had spent the last few hours.

“oh my god,” breathing a sigh of relief, unable to stop himself from lifting you from the ground, spinning around the warm evening air as you shriek.

you’re still elevated when he puckers his lips, attacking any skin he could get ahold of. a chorus of high pitched squeals and giggles coming from above, sending his heart into a frenzy.

“put me down,” you order, whacking him on the back, right between the shoulder blades.

he does as he’s told, still clinging onto your waist, fearing you’ll just slip away again. he felt a thousand pounds lighter, to see you, hold you again after only a few hours.

“you’re okay? how was it? did anyone stop you?” going a million miles at once, keeping you at arms length as he examines your face.

“it was fine,” you chuckle, your nonchalance a little unsettling, “nobody even looked at me,” shrugging your shoulders as if you hadn’t just smuggled a kilo of cocaine over the border.

“jesus christ,” eddie exhales, cupping your cheek in his hand, “you’re not doing that again, i’ll kill him if he asks,” he thinks he might just kill him anyway. his heart had nearly given out a hundred times, hell would freeze over before he ever let murray do something so stupid again.

“okay okay,” you brush past eddie, fed up already of his incessant coddling, marvelling at the view outside the apartment.

he slings your bag over his shoulder, joining you at the window, “nice, isn’t it?” knocking his elbow gently into your side.

he’d already envisioned how he would have you bent over the balcony later.

“let’s go out tonight,” looking toward him with your sparkly eyes, “i want to celebrate not getting arrested.”

eddie’s head lulls to the side, trying to hide his disappointment. “do we have to?” grabbing your waist to pull you closer, brazenly attempting to get you to stay here.

“yes,” you order, palms flat on his chest, “if you love me, you’ll go.”

-

you’re squished into the tiny booth, legs draped over eddies thighs as people come and go all around. he’s not interested in anything else going on in the busy bar, just you.

sharing lazy kisses between drinks, his hand resting on your thigh, ever so slowly inching upwards.

eddie hadn’t even wanted to leave the house, hoping you’d spend three days fucking your way around the furniture.

instead, you’d somehow convinced him to go out. though he couldn’t resist when you stepped out with that tiny dress on, sitting perfectly on your hips.

your nose brushes against his, breathing in the thick air that sat between you. the room could very well be ablaze right now, but eddie wouldn’t even notice. too consumed with you, palming at the inside of your thigh as his eyes gaze into yours.

“‘m gonna get a drink,” he breathes, squeezing your thigh before shifting your legs back to the floor.

he dares to look back when he reaches the bar, eyes immediately drawn to the six foot something adonis now lingering by the booth.

eddie wasn’t particularly jealous or insecure, secure in the fact that you were his and nothing would change that. but he couldn’t help but let a little envy seep into his eyes.

a fire burning in his stomach at the sight of you chittering away to this stranger. you weren’t a stranger to attention, not one to shy away. so why should you now?

he grits his teeth on the walk back over, grip tightening around the glasses, prepared to smash them over this pricks head.

“who’s this?” painting on his fakest smile, sliding back into the booth next to you.

you glance at eddie, just long enough for him to see that terrible glint in your eye. preparing for trouble.

“this is..” reaching out for the strangers arm, “sorry, what was your name again?” batting your lashes, an act eddie was used to and yet, still detested.

“alejandro,” the man purrs, taking your hand in his.

eddie resists the urge to jump across the table and wring his neck. biting on his cheek rather than letting what he really wants to say out.

“alejandro,” you echo, all starry eyed.

he’s not going to play up to it, well aware that you don’t actually give a shit about the chiseled man. you just want a reaction from eddie, maybe throw his weight around a little so you could reward him later.

you look back at eddie, pouting a little when he doesn’t give you what you want. confusion plagues your expression before you quickly drop the man’s hand, displeased with the reaction, or lack thereof, you had been given so far.

“it was nice to meet you,” eddie nods, shooing him away without so much as a look at you.

he slinks away, leaving the two of you sat in uncomfortable silence. taking careful sips of his drink, calculating his next move as he was sure you would also be doing.

“d’you wanna go home?” you pry, attempting to snake your arm around his though he doesn’t budge.

“do you?”

your eyes flash with hurt only momentarily until a lightbulb flickers and you realise getting him home means one step closer to getting what you’re fiending after.

“yeah.”

eddie nods, standing from the booth, “lets go then,” more so barking his order rather than asking.

and you’d follow along like a dumb little dog because the result was always always worth the temporary wait.

-

eddie’s a smart man, at least sometimes.

he’s wise to your games and refuses to rise to it. flopping onto the bed, watching as you dance around the room, antsy and eager for his reaction.

his hands are itching to touch you, enjoying every last second of you flitting about, the anxious eye contact as you get ready for bed.

you’ve just about had enough when he doesn’t react to your new pyjamas. not even a nod of acknowledgement. nada. nothing.

“eds,” you huff, jutting your bottom lip out as far as it’ll go, “is that it? you’re not even gonna talk to me?”

he pulls his eyes from the window, containing his smirk. you’re putty in his hands and you don’t even know it, falling right into his trap.

“what? i’m talking to you right now?”

the mattress dips as you climb on top, “you’re being weird.”

“i’m not being weird?”

your nostrils flare, tired of his silly little act. taking matters into your own hands by clambering onto his lap, perching atop of his thighs.

“stop being a dick and touch me,” you pout, practically begging for an inch of his attention. your hands grab onto his, placing them on your waist in an attempt to make him do something.

eddie weighs up his options, deciding that pushing your buttons one last time would make everything all the more worthwhile.

he lets his arms flop back into the bed, sighing softly, “baby, i’m tired,” jutting his chin to the sky, urging himself to not just toss you onto the bed and pound you into the mattress.

he hadn’t anticipated your reaction, climbing from his legs to stand beside him, “maybe alejandro would touch me,” you spit, turning to stomp out of the room as if he wouldn’t chase you to the ends of the earth.

eddie jumps up, bounding after you to grab your waist, pulling you back toward the bed with a squeak.

“too fuckin’ bad he’s not going to then, isn’t it?” pinning you between his body and the mattress. “you gonna stop being a little bitch?”

he hates that you’re not even mad, wild eyes glinting in the dim light, as you nod, chewing on your bottom lip.

“huh? you gone shy on me all of a sudden?”

your head shakes, stars in your eyes and absolutely any thought drained from your pretty little head. “beg for it,” he barks, nose just barely brushing against yours.

“please,” you gulp, fire burning in your stomach, at mercy to his touch.

eddie stands up straight, pulling your body down the bed by the legs, hips banging against your heat, groaning at the contact.

“hmm,” he hums, manoeuvring your thighs onto his shoulders, “i can’t hear you sweetheart,” palming at the doughy skin as his hands trail upwards.

“please eddie,” you whine, guiding his hands back down, aching for them to slide between your legs. “i need you,” rutting your hips with every grope and grab he allows.

his boxers strain against your silky pyjama shorts, the utter desperation dripping from your throat makes him crazy, electricity buzzing through his bloodstream.

he’s addicted to you. the way you feel, the way you smell, the way your body keens and melts for him.

“fuck,” lips vibrating against your neck, “stop playing those stupid games with me,” though quite honestly, he did enjoy the little chase routine you guys had curated.

you nod, arching your hips to allow him to slip your shorts down, working them down and off onto the floor. his hands slithering back up over the soft skin until his hand rests comfortably on your thigh.

eddie would love to toy around with you a little bit longer but his dick was starting to ache against his boxers with every not-so-subtle move of your hips.

he stands up straight, tugging the cotton down his thighs, the elastic resting just beneath his heavy balls.

his fingers slide between your slick folds, disappearing inside your cunt, pulling the strangled moan from your lips with every dip of his fingers.

“look at you,” he purrs, though he knows you’ll make no effort to actually look, “so pretty for me,” admiring your pussy, pupils near enough heart shaped.

his knees dig into the mattress, hovering above as his fingers grip onto your hips, sinking in to your cunt with a hoarse groan.

you cry out, grateful for him giving you what you had begged for at long last. hands flailing about for something to grab, fingers twisting around the soft cotton blanket, pulling the sheets from the bed.

eddie’s hands roam all over, palming your breasts and then back down to your calves, keeping them firmly balanced on his chest.

“fuck baby,” he coos, forcing himself to go slow, savour the feeling. you’re insatiable like this, sprawled out on the mattress, head thrown back, full of nothing.

hand disappearing between your legs as his thumb circles your neglected clit, watchful eyes lapping up your every move your body makes in response to him.

he’d never believed in all that soulmate shit before meeting you but now he couldn’t fathom the idea of ever being with anyone other than you. two people made to fit together by some grace of god.

your thighs cramp around his wrist, keeping his hand firmly there while you writhe around.

your eyes squeeze shut, eddie can already feel you clench around him, “you gonna cum already?” he teases, what kind of boyfriend would he be if not to mock you.

“n-no,” you gasp, fingers intertwined with the white sheets surrounding your head.

the headboard knocks gently against the wall with every thrust of his hips, the cool midnight breeze seeping in through the open window though it does nothing to stop eddie’s brow from sweating.

you snap, coming undone all around him, melodic moans filling the room, somewhere tangled between his low grunts and the filthy sounds of your bodies meeting.

“good girl,” he coos, reaching up to hold your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look up at him.

your eyes glossy with tears, lips puffy and swollen when your hand wraps around his wrist, struggling to hold eye contact as his thrusts continue.

biting down on your bottom lip, becoming a puddle of nothingness right before his eyes.

“sh-shit,” you mewl, his thumb still circling your clit, pulling you straight back to orgasm.

eddie leans over, pressing his dripping chest to yours as his hand slinks down to your neck, loosely squeezing the skin all while your lips meet in a hazy, messy kiss.

“one more.. for me,” he pants into your mouth, burying himself inside of your cunt, filled to the hilt.

only responding with a drawn out wail, clinging onto his cheeks for a little levity. his cock nudging your sweet spot. tipping you closer and closer to the edge once more.

“fu-uck,” you pant, sucking on his bottom lip. he can feel you tighten around him, thighs drawing him in. “cum in me,” babbling nonsense into his mouth.

there’s no way he can think clearly, too utterly lovesick with your pussy for any critical thought to seep in. it was a bad idea, his gut told him as much.

but at the end of it all, he’d give you what you wanted. no matter what.

“you want that? hmm?” breathing through his teeth.

your head nods enthusiastically, bleary eyes meeting again, sweat mixing with your tears of overstimulation and exhaustion.

disgusting and erotic all at once.

eddie can feel your legs begin to quiver around him, pretty little mouth falling slack, threatening to swallow him whole.

“ohmygod,” you rush, chest heaving rapidly as your eyes flutter shut.

eddie near enough chokes on the thick air, a pitiful final few thrusts before filling your cunt. a decision he’d regret in the morning but made perfect sense for right now.

he grunts, the air knocked from his lungs at the immense, earth-shattering feel of you and your body enveloping him.

tendrils of his hair come loose from the haphazard bun he had thrown up, covering your pretty, dewy face.

“‘s that what you wanted?” balancing carefully on his elbows, carefully brushing your hair from your sticky forehead.

“yes,” grinning wearily, your hand gentle as it now lay on his cheek.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, y’know?”

“mhm,” you hum in agreement, fingers delicately weaving into his hair, “just don’t die before we get married.”

his smile fades, fingers poised as they tuck your hair behind your ear, “are you saying you wanna get married?” completely prepared to slide down onto one knee right here and now.

your nail traces carefully over the scar on his cheek, gazing lovingly into his eyes, “obviously,” pausing momentarily, “you still have to ask me properly though.”

eddie’s laugh bubbles over, burying his face into your chest, wondering how long after this conversation he’d have to wait to ask and just how much he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life right here, next to you.

[thepersonnamedsam]

hiii, love your stuff<33 could I maybe request a gen z reader blurb where after getting in a crash due to a mechanical issue everyone worries about her and she’s pissed because she felt seen as weak and vulnerable?? THANK U SO MUCH

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pairing: genz!driver x '23!grid and some seb cameo

summary: see request :)

word count: 2.1k

warnings: crash, blood, injury, anger issues, tears (idk if that’s a warning), media talks bad about genz!driver, foul language

note: thank you so much for the request!! i am not quite sure if i should write the genz!driver stories in a you pov or a she/her pov, what would you prefer, please let me know, ty :))

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It started with a bad day. FP1 was shit, FP2 was also not great. Her day was just not great. Free practice 3 was better, the car had finally responded to her again. In the first two laps, everything went smooth. She was already singing Smooth Operator in her head. But suddenly the car stirred, luckily she saved herself and didn’t crash, but she did retire from the session.

Her engineer and her sat together for Qualifying. She told him everything she noticed whilst driving.

„I feel like the steering wheel is not responding on time. It’s like it’s two seconds delayed, which is not good.“

He nodded and wrote it down on a notepad. „I feel like there’s nothing we can do, I can check with the mechanics, but qualifying is in two hours, which may not be enough time“, her race engineer told her. She sighed. The last two days were bad for y/n, she hasn’t slept good for at least four days. She nodded and told him that she’d be in her drivers room.

As qualifying started, she only got in one good lap before she had to retire. She was right, her steering wheel indeed had a slight delay. Which made turning corners very hard. She ended Q1 in P19, her worst result in qualifying yet. She was disappointed, in herself and in the car.

Her mechanics tried to fix the issue until the race started, but with no hope. She prepared herself for the race, knowing it would not be an easy one. She was scared, like scared shitless. She tried to call Sebastian during Q2, but he did not pick up. Opting for a quick text, she asked him to call her back as soon as possible.

Lewis heard what happened to y/n car during Q1 and wanted to comfort the young driver. With long strides he went to her motorhome. Her engineer just pointed to her drivers room as soon as he saw Lewis approach him. Three short knocks. Her head snapped up as the door opened. Lewis was standing there, looking pitiful and held his arms out.

„Are you okay, darling?“, he asked her as she nuzzled her head in his shoulders. She let her tears fall freely. Shaking her head she told him how she felt. „The steering wheel is delayed, which is so difficult to drive with and also dangerous. But my mechanics can’t fix it, they don’t know why it’s happening and a whole reboot of the system would take too long! I’m scared, Lewis. I don’t know what to do.“

His hand firm on her backside, he just held the young woman. Telling her to retire to not cause a crash would’ve been the best thing. Tell her to refuse to race. But he didn’t, knowing the girl and her ambitions. She would race, no matter what. She didn’t want to be seen as weak or even worse, girly.

She was girly, but not in the sense of racing. She was just as ‚manly‘ as the other drivers.

„I know that you will make the right decision about the whole situation“, Lewis told her. Oh, how wrong he was.

Q3 was finished with Verstappen on pole, as always, Perez on P2 and Leclerc on P3. Happy to see Charles starting this high, she went into the race with somewhat a good feeling. The first three laps were okay, she sank down to P20, DeVries overtook her with ease on the second corner, as she slowed down as much as possible to control the car. But the longer the race was, the more angry she got. It was not fair, the steering wheel was just not responding.

On lap 24 y/n’s car crashed. In corner eight, her steering wheel stopped working. Instead of a turn, the car just went straight into the pit wall. The front wing smashed against the wall, squashing it against her own car. Her head was spinning. What just happened?

„Red flag, the FIA just announced a red flag in corner eight. Seems like y/l/n crashed. Let’s hope she’s fine.“

Several team radios went through.

„Charles, y/n crashed in corner eight, there’s a red flag, be careful.“

„Lewis, there is a red flag.“

„Be careful, Max. You are approaching corner eight where y/n has had a crash.“

And many more. Everyone was concerned. What has happened? What did she do to crash her car like that. Was she responsive? Responsible? What was going on?

„y/n, please respond. The race has been stopped. What happened?“, her race engineer tried to speak to her, she was non-responsive.

„What the fuck, what happened?! Is she responsive? Are the medics on their way?“, Lewis was the first to address the situation. „We don’t know, we don’t see any medics yet, Lewis.“

And as Max pulled up to corner eight he hopped out of his car. He ran towards hers and yelled for her, to show him a sign that she was still alive, without a response. He was worried, he was always worried when someone crashed, but he was extra worried when she did.

„y/n! What happened? Are you okay? Please give me a sign!“, he tried it again, with no luck. He saw her helmet move, the flashy colours moving from side to side. „Ach godzijdank Ah, thank god“, he mumbled.

The medics arrived and ushered Max to the side. Taking her out of the car and laying her on a spinal board. Transporting her into the ambulance.

She was devastated. It was not her fault she crashed. But the media didn’t know that. They would accuse her of crashing yet another car. That she wasn’t good enough to be in Formula 1. They would report about her as if she wasn’t a human being and just something they could play with. They would talk about her like a doll. It was not fair.

Meanwhile on the paddock the talking began. Lewis was the most worried, he should’ve just told her to refuse racing. What if she suffered a serious injury? Like a neck or spine injury and couldn’t race anymore. It was his fault, that’s what he thought.

Lando was worried too, not really knowing what happened, he was just worried. She could be injured. The minutes went by without any news from her. They were hard for Lando.

Even Checo, who wasn’t usually a companion of y/n, was worried. He didn’t see what happened, but he heard from Max how the crash looked - bad, it looked bad.

„We hear from the medics; y/n is okay. At least that. Let’s hope the race will continue without another crash.“

Lewis released a breather, not knowing he heals so much air in his lungs. He was glad y/n was okay. He still felt bad, always feeling responsible for her. And now that she crashed, his head was spinning with gut wrenching thoughts and worry.

The FIA announced the green flag and the race continued without y/n. When she got back to her garage, her motorhome, she expected a angry team principal, angry mechanics and engineers, expect she was greeted with relieved sighs and shoulder droppings. Her engineer was the first one to embrace her. He told her how sorry he was and how everything was definitely not her fault.

She was still angry, no points, no race, no happy ending for that day. Everything was shit. She had a shit day that race. And it was not even her own fault.

Her team principal came towards her, gripping her shoulders hard and said: „I know this seems bad, it is, but we can fix it. I wish I could send you home, but media still awaits.“

So she waited, she waited lap after lap until eventually Max won the race. She waited until her PR got her out of the drivers room and took her to the media pen, where the post race conferences will be held.

Sky Sports interviewed the todays winner. So, y/n waited for Max to finish. She hoped he would never finish, that she would never have to face the camera and talk about the incident.

But that didn’t happen.

„Hello y/n, how do you feel? Everything okay, no pain?“, the nice interviewer asked her. „Uh, yeah, everything is fine“, she struggled with her answer, not believing herself that everything was fine.

„Can you tell me what happened? We just saw you crashing?“ - „Uhm, yeah“, she looked towards her media PR, what was she allowed to say? She shook her head - no bad words about her team. „I-, uh, I lost control of my steering wheel.“

The interviewer nodded. „We saw you retire from the race after Q1, having struggled already in FP1 and 2. Did you have problems with your steering wheel during them as well?“

She sighed. She was tired, her neck ached and she just wanted to be in her bed.

„I mean, kind of, yeah you could say I struggled with it during free practice.“

If she told the interviewer that she struggled with it during the whole yesterday and today, she would’ve bad mouthed the team.

„Last question for today, y/n. We asked Twitter for some comments, would you be so kind to make a statement to some of them?“

She really didn’t want to, knowing exactly what most of them had to say; women don’t belong in motorsports, etc.

„Sure“, she sighed. Her PR nodded, happy that y/n decided not to refuse.

„Alright, @motodports_2 said: That’s the second time this season that y/n crashed her car and we are only on the 7th race. What do you have to say to that?“

She closed her eyes, the headache creeping in like a madman with a desire to kill. „That’s true, that was the second crash of the season. And I am sorry for that, my team doesn’t deserve me crashing that many times during the season. I apologise.“

Sebastian was sitting at home, watching the race from his couch. He couldn’t believe what she was saying. The team doesn’t deserve a driver that crashes so much? Bullshit.

He missed her calls earlier that day, he wished he would’ve picked up his phone or at least called her back. But what she was telling to that interviewer was absolute bull.

Charles, who was next in line, also couldn’t believe the stuff you were telling Sky Sports.

„Okay, @maydrive says: The way y/n is throwing away her career in F1 with those shenanigans. Get a grip, will you?“, the interviewer read from the screen in front.

Charles was shocked, he never had to respond to any comments like that. How was she experiencing something like that?

„Uh yeah, thank you @maydrive for that. I will try to get a grip, and you are right, I am throwing away my F1 career like that, but I don’t want that, that’s why I will keep trying to get better“, her eyes were starting water. Just don’t let those tears fall, y/n. They want to see her cry, don’t give them the satisfaction of it.

„Thank you, y/n. Rest up and good evening!“

Her PR pulled her away and onto the next interview. After all that, she was exhausted. Exhausted and angry. How could they be asking her questions like that? Not fair.

Back in her garage, she let the emotions flow. Tears were streaming down her face, sobs were heard and her body was shaking. Her PR handed y/n her phone, leaving her again with a gentle pat to the shoulder.

Seb was calling her.

„Before you say anything, don’t let them treat you like that ever again. Not your fault, if you had problems with the steering wheel, it is not your place to apologise“, Seb interrupted her, before she could even sob into the phone. He heard sniffles. „Don’t cry, liebes dear. You did nothing wrong today.“

„Seb, I wish you’d be here“, she sobbed into the phone. It broke his heart. Comforting someone over the phone was hard, much more if the person being comforted was a teenager.

„It’s gonna be okay, life goes on, okay?“, he told her. „I just feel so weak and vulnerable. They hate me, they always find something wrong with my driving.“

„You are not weak! Who told you that?“, a voice from behind her sounded from the dark. Fernando Alonso stepped out of the shadow. Seb instantly recognised the older spaniards voice over the phone. Glad y/n was not alone in a time like this.

Fernando embraced her. Hugging her tight and firmly. He felt her heartbeat against his chest, beating like crazy. „Breathe with me, y/n.“

They were standing in her motorhome, embraced in one another. If a camera had noticed, headliners would say: Alonso and y/l/n dating confirmed? But there was no camera around.

She had her family here in F1. She belonged here, just as much as any other driver. She was not at fault. She was not weak or vulnerable. She was strong.

°°°

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[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE STRATEGY CALL

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. in which the stark racing f1 team talks about the 2025 strategy and beyond

content warnings. written in 3rd person

word count. 1.4k words

notes. with this chapter i wanted to involve a bit of politics and 'realistically' explain why stark racing won't immediately win a wdc (because with the whole set up, it would be possible). f1 are politics and no matter how many drivers say cash is king, connections have sometimes more worth

"welcome, everyone. thank you for tuning in", greets tony with a big smile on his face, spreading his arms as if going in for a hug.

"as you can see, i'm not currently with any departement, i'm doing the finishing touches in my own lab back in new york... since i don't want to drag anyone here to the US for meetings, we will proceed like this until january next year."

"now, i know it will be annoying with dragging your equipement with you and it's also unsafe, since you know... data secrets bla bla- so, in the next few days, each stark racing employee will receive the so called 'tactical intelligence glasses', which you can see me wearing. it's voice activated and can only be used by the one who sets it up, which will be you!" while speaking, tony fiddles with a pencil in his hand and starts walking around in his lab, showcasting it to every viewer.

"to cut things short, you'll receive a tutorial on how to use these glasses and set them up once you receive them. if you ever lose them, don't worry, we can track them. destroying them is pretty hard, but please don't try to make it a challange... our plan is to use them not only during meetings but also during the race, to keep our data from the cameras. with netflix, paparazzi and other cameras from the news, it's easy to steal data that shouldn't be accessible."

"alright then", he ends his ramblings with a clap, "we're going over the interesting part now. let's talk strategy..."

y/n let's her father's voice wash over her, her own glasses perched on her nose and feeding her constant information. in front of her are two holograms, projected by the hologram table in the meeting room she's currently in. the standing figure of her father and the presentation he's currently rattling off, all of it in a glowing blue.

next to her sits kevin, her future teammate, exhausted from the long 24 season but still paying attention. the rest of the room is filled with their team, the race engineers and trainers- each of them having their own glasses on.

to outsiders it looks like they're clowns, but it's a common sight in stark industries. decades ahead of the general public, stark stands for the future. of course they're trying to push it to the outer world, selling hologrammic equipement to both the industry but also private customers, but it's a slow progress.

the marketing team of SI hopes with their public use of the glasses and other devices they'll attract more customers, leaving the age of apple and samsung behind and instead welcoming the age of holograms. powered by starkanium, the production of phones, tablets, computers- anything really, is much cheaper and enviroment friendly than what's currently dominating the market.

shaking her head, y/n focuses on the presentation again. of course she knows it by heart already, she helped writing it, brooding over the strategy with the team ever since the team got announced.

"... the plan is to finish between 5th-3rd on the construction championship. not higher, not lower. we don't want to place higher, because this is our testing season. we will be practically sandbagging from the beginning, not revealing our true power for 2026."

yes... the construction championship. it will bring in money, not that they would need it, but it will justify the expenses they're going to make during the season to prepare for their second one. y/n is under no illusion, if they want, they could go all out and snag at least p2, if not p1. maybe she would even get her world championship- only then for everyone to say she won because she's driving a stark machine and not because of her own skill.

it sounds arrogant, she knows. but y/n believes, no, she doesn't only believe, she knows, she is one of the best in the whole world. if she can go against her father in an iron man suit, who can be only piloted by less than ten people in the world... winning in an f1 car is nothing.

but they've already made enemies for not waiting until 2026 like audi, 'enemies', who have much more pull within the motorsport world than them, simply because they're already established. christian horner is one, followed by toto wolff, the iconic red racing team not far behind.

with they're entry, they didn't make friends on the paddock, so for their first season... they can't be too good. or else their future seasons will be ruined.

it's stupid, to think like this, to think so far ahead, to think of others, in a sport where winning is everything. but it's not. cash and connections influence everything you do, how far you succeed. they have plenty of money, but are practically poor in connections. heck, even haas is better established than them.

they won't be, not after they're done after their first season. they will show the world, what stark racing is truly made of. and y/n will prove, that a woman can win.

"-bought data packs from previous seasons, dating back a whole decade, from mercedes and aston martin. cost a pretty penny, but data is everything. not to mention, after the big leak that happend in the middle of the season, we managed to grab enough data on all teams to calculate 3523 outcomes to this season. points, standings, anything." kevin wheezes at the number, which is followed by several data sheets. he gapes at the calculations, which predict another world championship for max 2064 times. all from the data they managed to collect.

"insane, right?", y/n whispers to kevin, who turns his head to her. his wide eyes make her snicker.

"welcome to stark racing, mate. just you wait until JARVIS and FRIDAY start feeding in new numbers and information." a muttered 'holy shit' is the only answer she gets and y/n has to snicker again. toto wolff once said something about formula one being war planning... well, he should know that stark industries and it's most brilliant minds know everything about war. be it on the market, by income or an actual alien invasion.

"we want to achieve at least one win, be it in a proper race or sprint, three podiums per driver and at least two fastest laps. and it will be possible", her father continues, pointing at a hologram of their car. it spins lazily in a circle, showing off it's aeorodynamic curves.

"this car is faster than the rb19, goes on par with the rb20. we don't know the upgrades from red bull, but another year and we can pretty much predict their stats for 2026. newey is predictable, all his upgrades point towards the perfection of the car, he focuses on what to make better and not invent something completely new. and if he does, he takes ages to prove it's better than what they had before. newey is brilliant, but he's no stark." there it is again, the facts of their rivals, taken apart and put back together to summerize their data in a few simple words.

"so, our motto for this season is testing, collecting data and improving for the next season. we're sandbagging, we're restricting ourselves. so if we ever do bad... we all know we could do much better. the engineering team will send first comparisons between the SR-1 and SR-2 out next week, y/n has already tested both cars in the sim, so we will have some data to read off."

"so, with that, we're pretty much done. thank you everyone for listening, i know for some it's very early right now, so if you have to read over the spark notes- JARVIS has put a summary of the most important information together, you'll receive the mail right after this converence. thank you again and welcome to stark racing, everyone!" claps fill the room and y/n takes off her glasses. it's exhausting to play mindgames like this, to calculate the desired outcome, but it will all come together.

hopefully, with her as a world champion, with the bold stark name on her back.

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[accio-victuuri]

all the cpn for wyb’s 27th birthday part two 🎉💕

oh hello there. we are now on part ii of this clowning session and i’m gonna just put this here because i think it speaks for itself. p1 is xz’s bday post from last year and p2 is bobo’s for this year. see the similarities? the composition of the shot, their silhouette and it’s like you can’t see anything for miles. they really have the same braincell. twin flames. i’m sure wyb must have much cooler shots of himself with all the places he’s been and what he’s done. why not him car racing? or photos from his time abroad? playing tennis? why this?

and that emoji he used, it’s like yeah i’m cool and also joking with xz. look, my photo looks like yours from last year gege 😎

we don’t even have to try and reach that much, it’s literally in our face. it’s so szd!

now let’s look at the other much less obvious clues

the yibo-official short video. i was honestly expecting a photoset from them at 10 or 10:30 but i was wrong lol. i’m surprised they posted at 11:55, cause we are sensitive with 55. i have to say that it’s so cuteeee and i like the details that were magnified. also the probability of yibo spending his special day camping and enjoying himself is giving me so much joy! ^^

but who do we know also spent their bday last year camping? with his literal cake in a camping theme?

i mean.. come on! why is it always them? 😂😂😂 there just too many coincidences. it has always been their thing but coming up as themes for this bday is next level.

what seems to be a snowy mountain at the back? 👀

let’s add some more observations.

the panther who seems to be singing and on a swing which is a nice addition! hahahahahaha! the panther is supposed to be cool but singing makes it more real. the cake with green and red and the body looks to be yellow? what a nice combination! the helmet inside the tent! that reminds us of when xz gifted wyb a helmet. and the photo of wei ruolai! it’s a common cpn that xz really likes the character of lai lai <3

EDIT: there are also 27 fallen leaves! 🍃 kinda like the 29 light bulbs in GG’s bday art before. this level of detail is something else!

lastly, i will talk about this tag. right now as of writing, it’s #3 on entertainment HS. which is really high considering we are competing with hundred flowers award and olympics tags.

i don’t think this is the time to get technical on what age is who blah blah blah blah. it’s already there. i can see a certain group of people foaming at the mouth because of this, but if they are so angry, then maybe they can work harder in posting for the other bday tag. anyway, i see this one as a really sweet tag. it’s been years and both of them have come a long way. the same also applies to the the fandom. 💛

yibo will grow up slowly and appreciate his life, xz will always be there beside him 🌸

P.S: PART ONE IS HERE IF YOU HAVEN’T READ IT YET ✨✌🏼

[pluto-supremacy]

YOUR VI JAIL FIC WAS SO GOOD AND THE HEADCANONS WERE SO SO ACCURATE. :'( IF POSSIBLE, CAN YOU MAKE A P2 TO HOW THEIR LIFE IS OUTSIDE OF PRISON WHEN THEY MAKE IT OUT? or an angst with caitlyn being blackmailed by the warden to only let one prisoner out? :3 said one being vi, and vi having to abandon reader?

Vi Fic: Bye Bye Bun

➼ Aaaah thank you so much! I'm so glad so many people liked the Stillwater headcanons^^ I was afraid my Vi was going to be soooo out of character. I decided to write some angst first >:) if this fic does well or I get another ask I'll also work on life after Stillwater, give you guys some fluff after this

➼ Continuation of Vi Headcanons: dating f!reader at Stillwater

➼ No beta we die like Claggor (I'm running out of people who die in the series-)

➼ Warnings: None! Bit of a longer fic for you guys today, enjoy!

GIF does not belong to me! All credits to the owner

The sound of knuckles meeting hard concrete echoed throughout the cell block, small grunts following close behind. "You know we don't get clean bandages for another two weeks Vi, your knuckles are going to get infected at this rate." you called out. Suddenly the pounding stopped and a small chuckle was heard. "Don't worry about me bun, just trying to blow off some steam," she said, pacing around her cell instead of beating up a wall. "You should really get some sleep. Long day tomorrow"

"No such thing as a short day here." you groaned. Carefully you laid down on the ground of the cell. Vi's was only a few doors down, close enough to talk just above a whisper but way too far away to see each other. Both of you always slept against the walls that faced each other. It was the closest thing to sleeping next to each other in this shithole. Aside from whenever you two napped during free time of course. Even then Vi stayed wide awake to ensure you were okay.

"Goodnight Vi, wake me up if anything happens, okay?" "I will Y/N, I promise"

That was nearly two hours ago. You were sound asleep by now, the cold, hard floor no longer keeping you up. It was something every prisoner in Stillwater had to get used to. Mattresses weren't provided. The few that did get a thin mat to sleep on at night only got one after a lot of medical visits and several notes stating they needed one for medical reasons. You and Vi weren't so lucky to have any notes. Still, there were worse things here. Like the food. That's why any food or snacks that were smuggled in were high value items. Currently you had a packet of chips hidden under a loose brick right where you slept. You scored them a few days ago and wanted to surprise Vi by sharing them tomorrow.

The elevator dinged as the doors opened, the clack of heels filling the halls. Caitlyn stopped in front of Vi's sell, her hood still up. "What the hell do you want?" Vi asked, glancing over at the taller woman. "Your help. You beat up an inmate, I needed to question him about a crime scene from yesterday. Why did you break his jaw?" "Because I wanted to." She responded with a small shrug, disinterested in whoever this enforcer was. "Why are you in here?" Caitlyn tried again, looking over the file in her hands. "For my sunny personality." Vi shot back immediately.

Caitlyn shook her head, sighing. "This was a waste of time." she closed the file and her journal, starting to walk off. Maybe she could find away around a broken jaw, pen and paper perhaps. "Couldn't have said it better myself. Give Silco a kiss for me on that winning eye of his." that was what caught the enforcer's attention. Turning around she walked back to Vi's cell, getting a bit closer to the bars. "Silco? The industrialist?" "Hardly what I'd call an industrialist." She scoffed, leaning against the bars. That's when the other woman held up something that caught her eye.

In Caitlyn's journal was a picture of a spray-painted monkey. Just like the ones Powder used to make. "Where did you get this?" Vi asked, desperation creeping into her voice. "My question first. The inmate worked for Silco?" "Everyone in here does. You of all people should know that. Now where did you find that?" "It was at the crime scene, this is evidence" Caitlyn responded. She had the upper hand here now. "If I'm to believe you about Silco, I'm going to need proof."

A way out. Vi could get both of you out of here. "I can provide you proof. Just, not from in here" she gestured to the bars around her. "And," she began to add on "I need another inmate. Inmate 381. I'm not leaving without her." Caitlyn seemed to consider this for a moment. Then she turn and left without a word. What that meant, Vi had no clue.

Caitlyn had ran off back to the warden, forging papers along the way for the release of two inmates. She needed Vi's help to track whoever this person was down, so if someone else had to come along, so be it. As she put the papers down on the warden's desk, he seemed to lazily look over them. "I have orders to release inmates 381 and 516." she spoke up. He hummed in thought before shaking his head. "I can only release one." "What? It says right there-" "I can read. But I'm only releasing one. Pick." "..inmate 516."

So when Caitlyn returned and opened Vi's cell, she immediately ran to your cell. Or at least tried to. The enforcer stopped her a few steps in. "The warden only let me release one of you. You understand that-" "No I don't! This wasn't part of the deal!" Vi went to grab the collar of Caitlyn's dress, the other wrapping her hands around Vi's wrists as she was pressed against the wall. "You will-" "If you try anything I will make sure you're put back behind bars and you never see that other inmate again." Cait rushed out. It wasn't what she wanted to resort to, threats, but it seemed to work.

Almost instantly Vi's grip loosened, slowly setting Caitlyn back down on the ground. Leaving you...

"Once we're done, you let her out. Immediately. No excuses, exceptions, or delays. And I get to say goodbye." Vi demanded. That was fair, anyone could agree to that. Thankfully Caitlyn began nodding, dusting her dress off. "Go ahead then. Afterwards we need to get going to the Undercity."

This was going to hurt.

Vi walked over to your cell, kneeling down at the bars. You were still all curled up, dead asleep. She gently knocked on the bars. "Bun..bun you gotta wake up." That was odd. Vi's voice sounded so close...as you opened up your eyes you saw your girlfriend just on the other side of the bars. There was no quicker way to wake up than seeing your lover free from her cell. "Vi! You escaped! How-" you were cut off by seeing Caitlyn standing behind Vi.

"Who is that?" "Y/N, I can explain." "Vi, who is that!" you were shouting now. You didn't even fully realize it. "She's the one that got me out-" "So now you're going to get me out?" you interrupted. Seeing the pain flash on Vi's face told you everything that you needed to know. "You're leaving me.." your voice was barely audible, but Vi caught every word. She could feel her heart shattering as she saw the tears form in your eyes. "It's only for a little bit. The warden wouldn't let us both out, once I'm done helping Caitlyn we're coming right back for you, I promise."

You wanted to believe her. Vi had never lied to you before, why would she start now? Maybe it was the fear of never seeing her again. Or maybe it had to do with the enforcer standing behind her. Caitlyn was beautiful, you had to admit, so what if...

"No, no this isn't right. Vi you can't leave me here!" you shouted, crawling up to the bars and reaching out to grab Vi's wrist. "Vi you can't leave me! Please don't leave me!" the tears finally began rolling down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away. Vi's own eyes were starting to gloss over with tears. "I'm coming back for you, Y/N. I swear on my life I'm not leaving you. It'll be a few days tops." "What does she," you nodded your head towards Caitlyn "even need help with, huh? What are you going to do for her?"

That cut deep. Vi tried not to take it to heart as she stood up, pressing one last kiss to the back of your hand. "I'm coming back for you." she repeated, steeling herself to actually leave. To not fall to her knees and tell Caitlyn to find someone else. This was your guy's chance of freedom. Even if this hurt you now, it was better in the long run. Everything would be better when you two could be together outside of Stillwater. "Bye bye, bun. I'll be back for you" and with that she turned around and started walking away. Vi knew if she turned around to look at you one last time, she'd never leave.

That's when the shouting started.

"Vi! Vi turn around right now! You can't leave me here!" you were standing up now, having an iron grip on the bars. Almost trying to bend them out of the way so you could run to Vi. Unfortunately you weren't that strong and the bars weren't that weak. "Violet don't leave me!"

Vi quickened her pace, rushing towards the elevator. Your voice was starting to blend with Powder's the day they were separated. It was all too much. She was going to find Powder and come back for you. Everything would be okay, everything would be right. As the elevator doors closed, she heard one last thing. Yours and Powder's voice were nearly indistinguishable from one another as you yelled out:

"TRAITOR!"

[popcornforone]

PEDROTOBER 2024

I have never done this before & I know it’s technically a drawing challenge set up by @alyssamariag & @norththelemon but I was away on holiday & had some time to write, so I thought why not. Yes I should have worked on WIP & other things but you know this is gonna be fun. I’ve taken some liberties with some but you’ll understand why.

I will be updating this every day in October so stay for the that. Most of these are short with hints of smut but some are well you know all to well.

So please let me know peoples how you find these

Warnings before we start:- some of these fics will not be for those under the age of 18 so please read at your own discretion, also assume consent is used for most of these unless stated & swearing will be included in a few of these. Any other warnings will appear per fic

1) Dreamy (Mr Fantastic)

2) Bromance or Romance P1 (Dieter Bravo)

3) Only the Best (Agent Whiskey [nails prompt])

4) Unspoken (Silva)

5) Be a Good Girl (Detective Tim Rockford[Esquire prompt])

6) Bromance or Romance P2 (Dieter Bravo)

7) Home (Ezra)

8) Smothered (Mrs Flores & a Special guest[Corona Prompt])

9) Think Fink (Frankie Morales [Fink the Fox Prompt])

10) The Casual Campaign (Ted Garcia[Candid/ T-shirt Prompt])

11) Red (Max Phillips)

12) Pride (Marcus Moreno[Rainbow Trousers Prompt])

13) Speechless (Javi Gutierrez)

14) Domestic (Dave York [free choice])

15) Make Me A Match (The Materialist)

16) Laters Doll, Keep Smiling (Agent Whiskey)

17) Handy (Dave York[Arm Sling Prompt])

18) Smitten (Oberyn Martell)

19) Two Faced (Max Lord[SDCC Prompt])

20) I’ll Make an Exception (Frankie Morales)

21) Bromance or Romance P3 (Dieter Bravo[Curls Prompt])

22) The Wait (General Marcus Acacius [Gladiator II Prompt])

23) Safety (Din Djarin)

24) One Last Dance (Max Phillips [Sundance Prompt])

25) Laundry (Javier Peña)

26) Flying High (Javi Gutierrez [Vanity Fair Prompt])

27) Unlocked (Joel Miller [The Last Of Us Prompt])

28) OCTOBER (Marcus Pike [any Marcus Prompt]{part of the Marcus pike Diary})

29) Sweet Like Chocolate (Lucien Flores[The Uninvited Prompt])

30) Roses (Detective Tim Rockford[Awards Fit Favourite Prompt])

31) Spoilt (Mr Ben [SAG Awards Prompt])

[dilf-rot]

Nuisance P2

Link to p1 

Word count: 1990

Tags: Wolverine x Reader, Logan Howlett x Reader, Mutant!Reader, Hater to Lover, Reader with a Vulva, GN except for the term “princess” and “doll”, Fighting as Foreplay, fingering but through the clothes, P in V, creampie 

AN: This is basically just more smut… also! thanks to those who requested more of this<3 

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MDNI 18+

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Today was sparring training which would have been fine but when you looked at the schedule you wanted to scream. You could have sworn you would be up against Scott, but reading the schedule now it seemed like he switched with Logan.

God fucking damnit.

You had been avoiding him since the party, trying to put as much distance between you as possible. Praying that the out of sight, out of mind sentiment would work and you could forget as quickly as possible what happened that night. That you could ignore the desire building inside of you. That you could pretend that he didn’t feel that good, or make you cum that hard. Pushing him as far out of your mind as possible, but now you were trapped. Stuck sparing with him on such short notice. You make a mental note to kick Scott’s ass next time you see him.

When you entered the training room, there he was leaning up against the wall, arms crossed against his chest, just waiting for you to come in.

“There you are,” His voice makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He smiles as he starts to walk over to the mat in the middle of the room, 

“Let’s just get this over with,” You set your bag down against the wall and adjust the waistband on your training suit, making sure the small knives holstered around your thighs aren’t going to move around. If you had been sparing with Scott, as had originally been the plan, you would be trying out some new moves you had been thinking of, but since you were now faced with the insufferable and nearly indestructible Logan, you just wanted to avoid getting pinned and take him down as quickly as possible.

You barely regarded him as you made your way to stand across from him, readying yourself. You heard him let out a small huff, as if he was amused by you, but you didn’t feel the need to respond. The timer on the wall started and you leapt towards him, your smaller frame allowing you to side step his attempt at a grab and jab your elbow into his side. 

His movements are faster than yours, but you use your size to your advantage as much as you can. Slipping through all of his attempts to take you down. To your surprise he hasn’t even unsheathed his claws, instead just using his bare hands and strength to spar with you. You miscalculated the distance it would take to kick him in the side and he manages to grab hold of your ankle, smiling at you as he does. He holds you there for a split second before pulling you close to him.

“It’s exhausting pretending to hate me, isn’t it?” He asks, looking at you with a smirk on his face as he drops your leg from his hold, places that hand on your waist to hold you there.

“I’m not pretending.” Being this close to him again is making your heart race, and not just from the exertion of the fight, but rather the sensation of his hands on you again, and the scent of him filling your head.

“Then why don’t you use that knife in your pocket sweetheart.” He looks down to your thigh and has the most shit eating grin on his face. The saccharine tone he uses when he calls you that, makes your stomach twist in a strange way.

“Fuck you.” You spit on him as you push away from him, wrestling out of his grip and getting a few feet between you before he’s moving towards you again.

He manages to catch you as you try to take him down and pins you to the mat, finally unsheathing his claws to cage you in, the metal digging holes into the mat on either side of your shoulders. 

“Do you still hate me?” He says, his body weight on top of you making it impossible to escape. He’s dragging his hands up your thighs and your mind is racing.

“Yes,” you slide your hands to grasp the handle of your knives, but his fingers race up and grab your hands.

“Let’s see if I can change that,” His voice low, as he leans in. You try to wrestle yourself out from under him, but he is far heavier than you, and trying to throw him off seems unlikely. 

“Stop playing around,” You try to kick up against him but he just finds this amusing and sits up, pulling his claws out from the mat and resting on his knees. You take the opportunity to squirm out from under him, hooking your legs around his hips but before you can push him down on the mat he catches you by the waist. Pulling you up so that you're sitting in his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist, his arms wrapped around yours. You grapple against his shoulders, trying to think of a way to remove yourself from this situation.

Logan presses his head against your neck and whispers, low and warm against your skin, “You keep wriggling like that, and we might have some problems.”

You stiffen, hands dropping from his shoulders down to his hands which rest at your hips. As you pull your head back to look at him, all you can see is the sly smirk on his face and the pupils of his eyes dilating. 

“Let’s get back to the match then,”

“Too late for that,” He silences you with a kiss, it’s gentle and nowhere near as aggressive or wild as the first time he kissed you. But the sensation fills your head with thoughts of him. Of his mouth. Of your hidden desire for more. You’re embarrassed that you are the one who pushes him further, who whines against his mouth in an attempt to get more, to have him devour you in even a fraction of the amount that you had been craving since that night. 

His hands trail up your spine, and you shiver at the touch. He hums against you, and you have to stop from grinding yourself down against him. You cling to him to steady yourself and as he pulls away you let out a very pathetic sound.

“That desperate for me?” If you were in your right mind you would slap that smile on his face, but all you can think of is his hands, his mouth, his cock. You want him to destroy you, to dismantle that last bit of restraint and hatred you’re pretending to have.

 He leans back into you, dragging his hands back up your thighs and pressing the palm of his hand between them. You try not to buck up against the pressure, but obviously fail. Pressing yourself further up against his hand, craving his touch, rocking yourself against him. He brings his free hand up to your shoulder, pressing you back down into the mat, “So needy, just hold still.”

“Stop teasing,” you hiss, trying to claw your way out of his grasp.

“No,” He uses his fingers to press right against your clit through the fabric, sliding them back and forth, dragging short breaths out of you. You wish he would just cut right to the good stuff, but he doesn’t seem to be stopping himself anytime soon. You try to paw at him through his suit, but he knees your hands out of the way, moving his hand from your shoulder to collect your wrists and pin them above you. 

He swirls circles over your clit, pressing harshly against the fabric. You squirm against him, unable to stop yourself from grinding up into his hand, trying so hard to get some sort of release. 

“Just fuck me,” You breathe out, horse and ragged.

He looks you over, quirking his eyebrow as he takes in the desperation on your face, but denies you again, instead replacing his hand by pressing his knee between your thighs. You can feel his cock hard against your thigh through the slick fabric of your training suits. The pressure of his body against you is still not enough, and you grind down against him, causing a smile to break across his face as he places kisses across your neck and shoulder.

Losing your self respect you whisper, soft and wanton, “Please.”

That is all he needs to pull back and tear the crotch of your suit open, dipping his head between your thighs to drag a sloppy kiss across your clit, palming himself out of his suit before readjusting to stare at the sight before him. 

He smirks as he slaps the head of his cock against your clit, spitting on it and dragging himself through your folds, your slick and his salvia mixing together and making lewd wet sounds between you.

Your hands claw at his hips, urging him to stop toying with you, and he obliges for once. Thrusting himself slowly into you, the stretch of his cock even better now than it was in your memory. His pace is slow and methodical, he wants you to feel every inch of him, he wants you to cave, to own up to how you actually feel.

You don’t care, you just want him to use you. You just want to feel the way you felt that night. “Logan, harder,” you groan, clutching onto his shoulders.

“I don’t know, Princess.” He drags himself back, slowly, until the tip of his cock is just barely inside of you.

“Hard-” the breath is knocked out of you as he slams all the way in. Rough and fast. Your eyes wide and watery. 

He fucks you rough and hard, just as you asked, and it feels so good but it isn’t enough. You still need more, and he can tell. He bites down on your shoulder, a whine caught in your throat. He kisses and licks at the bruise that is beginning to form. You grab his wrists and he smiles, bringing his hand between the two of you to rub your clit in little circles, so softly and slowly in contrast to his thrusting.

His movements are erratic and you can feel yourself getting closer, he trades his circling for fast back and forth movements. You moan and whine and mutter nonsense as you get brought to the edge, your nails scratching down his back and arms, drawing a deep growling moan from him. 

He smashes his lips against yours, collecting all your whimpers and praises into his mouth, his tongue darting inside and rubbing along yours. You eagerly kiss him back, swirling your tongue against his, the building sensations making your thighs quiver as you tighten around him and feel a shock through your system as you finally cum. Your eyes screw shut as you press yourself up against him, riding out the feelings as his movements falter and you feel him twitching inside of you.

You break away from the kiss, salvia strung between the two of you, and you look at him with pleading eyes as he tries to fight off his orgasm. 

“Inside… please,” You barely manage to whine, and his hands are gripping your hips harshly, his fingers digging into the flesh as he pulses inside of you, filling you up with his warm white cum. The feeling of him inside of you is gratifying, you could melt away in bliss.

You stay that way, his hands never leaving your skin, your hands trailing along his back and arms. A pathetic sound leaving you once he finally slips out. 

“How about now? Still hate me?” He wraps his arms around you pulling you into his chest, you hide your face against the crook of his neck.

“No…” you finally admit, more to yourself than to him. Your voice muffled against his skin.

“Knew you’d come around eventually, Doll.”

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

★ fluff | † angst | ‡ sad | !! suggestive

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Draco Malfoy (harry potter) +check the other masterlist too

i’m always trying, but it’s never enough ★

you’ve been too busy for me ★

y/n(she/her) and Draco don't get to spend much time together, and when they do they get detention

Fred Weasley (harry potter) +check the other masterlist too

september back to Hogwarts-writing prompts

well, i suppose we’ll just have to share them ★

Fred is definitely the type to want his partner to get along with George’s partner

tu sais que je t'aime bien, non? | p2 ★

you should pick where all my rings go ★

Fred always wears his unusual rings and y/n(she/her) is obsessed with them and like to move them around and play with them when he's not looking. So one day she does it and she moves her favorite ring of his to his ring finger and he's absolutely obsessed with it and won't stop thinking about it

i don’t think i should pick favorites ★

y/n(she/her) has a crush on her best friend's older brother

i know | p2 ★

Fred falls for Sirius's daughter

seems like deja vu to me | p2 ★

Fred always tries to flirt with her and impress her but she just acts annoyed, just like how James was with Lily

told you I'd keep you warm ★

y/n(she/her) is always cold in general and especially when she sleeps and one night she's in the twins room and it's too late for her to go back to her common room so she stays and ends up in Fred's bed and he's really warm and after that night she can barely sleep without him

just don’t get us caught ★

what’s wrong? too shy to look at me now? ★

just Fred basically teasing short!y/n(she/her)

alright, Weasley, impress me ★

i like it best when it’s pink ★

y/n(she/her) is Nymphadora Tonks younger sister and she's also a metamorphmagus and this makes Fred really interested in her

they don’t deserve you, you know ★

y/n(she/her) came from a family of Gryffindors but she ended up in Slytherin and her family hates her for it, but throughout all her time at Hogwarts Fred has always been there for her

don’t get used to it ★

i wouldn’t let you get in trouble ★

i'll be here when you come back ★

during their firework show, when they leave, Fred quickly stops and goes over to y/n(she/her) and finally admits to how much he loves her

Loki Laufeyson (mcu)

tell me to move, and I will ★

after yet another argument, Loki pins y/n(she/her) against a wall, frustration turning to something else as their eyes lock

i’m not asking you to be perfect ★‡

Loki’s eyes flash with anger, but his voice softens when he sees the tears in y/n(she/her)'s eyes

Percy Jackson (percy jackson and the olympians) +check the other masterlist too

it was too late... you were in love ★

you were in love with Percy Jackson, and there was no going back from that

why not me? †‡

Percy is dating Annabeth but y/n(she/her) has been Percy's only best friend, besides Grover, and she's had a crush on him for years now, even before they knew he was a demigod

Luke Castellan (percy jackson and the olympians)

i just… i care, okay? ★

one moment you’re arguing, and the next Luke pulls you close, his lips brushing yours

guess we’re not fake dating anymore ★

y/n(she/her) is a daughter of Hades and so people kinda ignore her and are mean and usually she's fine with it and doesn't care but it's slowly starting to catch up to her and Luke sees this and generally feels bad so he offers to fake date her but then they both end up realizing they actually like each other

Nic Sheff (beautiful boy)

i don’t want to mess this up †★

Timothée Chalamet +check the other masterlist too

are you... are you gonna be okay? †‡

Timmy and author!y/n(she/her) are fake dating for pr, but he ends up falling in love with her

Walker Scobell +check the other masterlist too

hi ★

Walker and y/n(she/her) meet at an event and it's just love at first sight (with a lil awkwardness)

it's okay... you're okay ★†‡

Walker is there to reassure y/n(she/her) that she has every right to feel how she feels after a fight with her absent father

mind if I sit? ★

Aryan Simhadri

can I kiss you? ★

Aryan and y/n(she/her) meet some of Aryan's fans who want pictures with him. y/n feels a little nervous, so Aryan hugs her and gently kisses her to make her feel better

i’m here for you ‡★†

short blurb about Aryan holding y/n(she/her) while she's crying

cut! ★

aryan and y/n(she/her) are staring in a rom com together

Sam Golbach

I love you too ★

just a cozy little moment with Sam

[humbledragon669]

S2E2 - The Clue Write Up P2 - London (Present Day) post credits up to the departure of Michael et al

I’ll jump straight in, seeing as that’s what happens in this episode as soon as the credits are finished, and I have a couple of things of note about this short scene in the record shop. Let’s have a little look at the background music first, shall we? Just in case you weren’t aware, it’s a Dusty Springfield song called “You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me”, and it’s really the lyrics to the first verse that have my interest:

When I said I needed you You said you would always stay It wasn't me who changed but you and now you've gone away Don't you see that now you've gone And I'm left here on my own That I have to follow you and beg you to come home

There’s something desperately heartbreaking (to me anyway) about these lyrics if you take them as potential foreshadowing of the Final 15. I feel like that might be a bit of a reach, though that’s largely to do with where it’s been placed in the timeline, and that we don’t really hear those lyrics very well unless we’re really paying attention. I think it’s more likely a nod to the way Maggie is feeling at that point in time, though the lyrics for the second verse are perhaps more appropriate for that:

You don't have to say you love me, just be close at hand You don't have to stay forever, I will understand Believe me, believe me, I can't help but love you But believe me, I'll never tie you down Left alone with just a memory Life seems dead and so unreal All that's left is loneliness, there's nothing left to feel

It’s not just the lyrics that make me feel that this subtext isn’t (for once) driven towards the hero couple. This particular verse kicks in good and proper (with a tiny uplift in volume so that we can make those lyrics out) exactly when we get a close up shot of Nina across the road, as Maggie is explaining her reason for not crying. And whilst we’re on the subject of crying, we’ve heard a very similar version of a snippet of this conversation before:

There are quite a few similarities between these two conversations - a male character observing a female one crying on their own territory, both of whom openly acknowledge that they have been crying, and accepting the social taboo that holds, whilst the male character appears unaware that acknowledging tears can cause a breaching of that same social taboo. With all that said, I don’t know what purpose that mirroring serves. I was asked not so long ago if I have ever noticed parallels between episodes in this very fashion, but this particular parallel ends with the themes - the timing of both conversations are in different episodes of each season and at different times in each episode. Parallels aside, I feel like Aziraphale’s reaction to Maggie’s tears is an interesting one - I mean, has he really never seen a human crying in his 6000 years of existence on Earth? The realisation that dawns on his face when Maggie has to guide him through the etiquette of the situation suggests that this really is new territory for him:

His face just keeps giving his inner thoughts away, because there’s quite the look of surprise on his face when he hears that Maggie and Nina were locked in the coffee shop together the previous evening, so Crowley has clearly forgotten to mention that particular faux pas to him (or perhaps “forgotten” might be more appropriate). And look how delighted he is when he finds out Maggie is in love:

Slight plot hole here, and we’re going back to season 1 again to see it.

AZIRAPHALE: There’s a very peculiar feeling to this whole area. I’m astonished you can’t feel it. […] Love. Flashes of love.

It’s a long way back I’ll grant you, but there was a time (in the second episode of the first season) that we were made to believe that Aziraphale could feel love. So why can’t he feel Maggie’s love for Nina? Perhaps she hides it too well? Or maybe she’s not really in love, or if she is, it isn’t that strong? Alternatively, does it have something to do with Aziraphale’s angelic abilities? Happy with his personal circumstances as they are, has he become less attuned to them? Or maybe even less able to use them? I don’t really have a feeling about which of these theories (if any of them) is most likely, and I’d be happy to hear any others that people are harbouring.

I also find Aziraphale’s reaction to Maggie’s request for advice pretty interesting.

MAGGIE: What am I going to do? AZIRAPHALE: (stammering) Can I get back to you on that? I think, right now, I’m a bit out of miracles.

Chill out mate, the poor woman just asked you for some advice, not for you to interfere using your Heavenly abilities (that she knows nothing about). I mean, I get that he doesn’t want to perform any miracles because he doesn’t want to attract any attention. Perhaps it says something about the way he deals with problems, believing that performing miracles is the only way that he can offer a solution? And that wording isn’t exactly the most empathetic thing to say to someone asking for love advice is it? I mean, if you take away the fact that he is referring to miracles in a very literal sense, what you’re left with is a sentence that sounds an awful lot like “you’d need a miracle to sort all of this stuff out, you’re in a right mess”. At least he manages to sound like he wants to help I suppose.

The address we see for The Resurrectionist pub is an interesting one, particularly in the context of this particular episode:

So let me just point out - “Goat Gate” is a fictional address in Edinburgh. Not just that number on Goat Gate, that entire street doesn’t exist at all. Which makes the choice of it being Goat Gate interesting, given how important goats will become later in this episode. I feel like there might be another subtextual link given the goat as a symbol of Satan, making the “66” part of the address pretty significant. I think this might be a rabbit hole that would be all too easy to fall down, so if anyone wants to take that and disappear into the void, please be my guest - for this blog, let’s just say it’s something of interest and move on.

Last item of note for this scene - I find Aziraphale’s reaction to the announcement of the arrival of the angels on Earth uncomfortably out of character. Sort of. Not that he reacts that way as such; I find his panic pretty appropriate. It’s the fact that he openly tells Maggie “they’re here”, and then goes on to ask he if she can “feel them”. She’s human. Why would she be aware of their presence? And why would he involve her in his distress? It would have felt much more appropriate to me if he had just bumbled some excuse and left in a hurry, there’s just something about these couple of lines of dialogue that don’t sit right with me.

Quick little point - how much of the panic on Aziraphale’s face when Jim declares it time for the bookselling to begin is because of the Gabriel situation and how much because Jim is actually trying to sell books?

I’m sure narratively it’s all the former, I just love the idea of the latter because we all know just how much worse that would have made everything; first the archangels arrive and now somebody has SOLD A BOOK. We wouldn’t need Armageddon or a Second Coming, this would probably have been the end of Aziraphale’s world right there.

There are a couple of things to note about this exchange regarding the “plume”. Firstly, Aziraphale doesn’t seem to be aware that there is such a thing. It makes me wonder what methods he thought Heaven were employing to detect miracles in the first place (after all, we know he’s been reprimanded for being too frivolous with them from his comments in 1793), and clearly he’s never been privy to witnessing one of these plumes in the past. Secondly, he appears to be surprised at the strength of the miracle that was performed. This stands to reason if we take the story as read - that he and Crowley have performed a miracle together. It would certainly be a surprise to know that the two of them could perform a miracle of such strength when performing it together. And that little scoff shows Seraqael certainly doesn’t believe that Aziraphale is capable of casting such a miracle himself. These last two observations do mean my meta about Crowley not doing anything takes a bit of a knock. Unless you include the possibility that Gabriel’s power was somehow tapped into and used during that miracle casting (which I do still consider a possibility, given the colour of the plume matches Gabriel’s archangel eyes). What is absolutely clear about this interaction between the Heavenly entities is that none of the visitors believe Aziraphale had anything to do with the miracle - they believe Gabriel did it and that Aziraphale is hiding him.

Easter egg time! Feels like it’s been a long time since we had one of these.

Another one of Terry’s books making it into the show, this time it’s the first in his Discworld series. I’m going to put my hands up here and admit to never having read them. I have tried, more than once, reading The Colour of Magic, but for whatever reason I just can’t get into it. Don’t hate me.

I feel like there is a special layer of lying being employed by Aziraphale in his rebuttals here - he’s just been told that the miracle that was cast was of phenomenal power. His response? “Oh yeah, I did that so a couple of humans could fall in love”. And it’s so obvious that he knows he’s on really thin ice here - we have some really classic mannerisms that tell us Aziraphale is panicking HARD. The stuttering, the exaggerated hand gestures. I’m pretty sure that if he didn’t have a record in one of his hands, they would be wringing away like the clappers - you can actually see that he repeatedly tries to bring his hands together but that darn EP just keeps getting in the way. Quick note: I find it interesting that he feels the need to explain to his guests what love is - whether this relates to what I was pondering earlier and the abilities of angels to feel love, or whether it’s more an indication of his personal opinion of their abilities as compassionate beings I couldn’t say.

Another Easter egg (sort of):

Alright, so this is probably less of an Easter egg, more of an interesting morsel of information. “The Wicked Bible” is the book that Jim uses to try and kill the fly with. This is a real edition of the Bible, so called because of an unfortunate typo that states that the seventh commandment reads “Thou shalt commit adultery”. I don’t know that it has any subtextual meaning to the storyline, but it’s a cool little piece of religious trivia - shelve it away, it might come up in a pub quiz one day 😉

Whatever you believe about the miracle that was performed to hide Gabriel, it’s obvious that Aziraphale is far from convinced that it worked:

This is the face of an angel who is genuinely in fear of what’s about to happen. This expression actually got me to wondering how different Aziraphale’s reaction to the arrival of Michael et al is to Gabriel’s arrival. For a start, he tries to send Gabriel away, yet this three he invites in, without any sort of prompt or threat. He even has a very compelling reason for not allowing Michael, Uriel, and Seraqual into the bookshop at this point - Jim. I made the argument that Aziraphale didn’t really seem to be frightened of Gabriel when he arrived in episode one - I’m of a mind that his contrasting behaviour with the three visiting angels in this episode backs that up.

I’m going to end this part (and yes, this has been a little on the short side for me, but we have THAT pub scene coming up, and I just don’t think I can tag it on to the end of what I’ve already done in this section) with a little chapeau, and this one goes to the lovely Mickey Ralph, who I understand is responsible for the article we see Aziraphale reading. Here’s the original:

As I understand it, Mickey was responsible for the translation of that article into multiple different languages, using the translations to produce authentic-looking newspaper articles from other counties. There’s a little write up that you can read about it here. I don’t think I’ve talked about my love of the level of attention to detail specifically in this season just yet, but this tiny detail absolutely reminded me of it. These newspaper articles must have taken a fair amount of time and effort to produce, are only seen for a fraction of a second, and yet make the scene feel so much richer for their presence. Amazing work Mickey, thank you.

And on that positive note, I’ll wrap this part up. I had hoped to get to the next chunk of the minisode but I should know better than that by now, shouldn’t I? As always, questions, comments, discussion: always welcome. See you for the next one! 😊

[bluegalaxygirl]

A sight you shouldn't see (Law X reader) P2

Plot: You have to head back to your old school run by your aunt to help out with money issues. The heart pirates want to see your old school but you refuse. after being away for too long Law goes looking for you the crew demanding they come along. What they find is another side of you they have never seen before

Law X reader, reader is female (Sorry), established relationship. Got reminded of an old movie i used to watch over and over again, i love it so much, St. Trinian's. Listen to the playlist on youtube its awesome and i wrote this while listening to it.

Warning: Bad language, Crime, Blood, violence, seduction, Alcohol, Drugs

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4

"Well lunch should be soon, how about you join them, Y/N please be a dear and lay down the rules to the lady's" Your aunt speaks after hours of talking with you and Law. An hour ago Law told the rest of his crew to head back to the sub and bring it round to the beach near the school with permission form miss Fritton planning to stay until this situation has been sorted out. "Yes auntie" You smile standing up Law joining you giving your aunt a nod before leaving the office. You stayed quiet still not sure how to deal with Law and the crew knowing about your old life but you were snapped out of your thoughts by Law grabbing your waist and dragging you into a storage room. Closing the door quietly Law turned to you and pushed you against the wall slamming his lips onto yours and forcing his tongue into your mouth. Socked you didn't respond for a moment but leaned in and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in closer. His hands ran over your hips and waist taking short brakes to breath before going back in for another kiss. After a few minutes he stopped and places his forehead against yours "You look so hot in this" he asks looking you up and down before making eye contact with you "You still love me?" you ask a small smile appearing in your face "Of course. Why wouldn't i?" he asks confused as to why you would think otherwise "Its just... i-i'm" he doesn't let you finish pressing his lips onto yours and wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you closer. "Your my Y/N." his simple words are enough to know that he doesn't care about your past and who you are. "i love you" you whisper pulling him in for a hug placing your face in his neck. "I love you too" Your captain hugs back kissing your shoulder.

With the sub docked and all the school girls in the cafeteria it was a perfect time to introduce everyone and lay down some rules for the girls and your crew with Law's permission of course. Entering the large cafeteria the heart crew behind you and Law at your side the first person to greet you was the head girl, Kelly getting up from her seat to look your crew over "Wow, you weren't kidding when you said there's a lot of them" she giggled Penguin and Shachi blushing at the sight of her, she is beautiful, short black hair and an outfit similar to yours just with a loose blue and white striped tie, a tighter skirt and a black strap around her neck. "I'm Kelly head girl, nice to meet you all" Her eyes look them all over landing on one and giving Ikkaku a smile "You must be Ikkaku right?" she asks gaining the female crew members attention "Ur. Yes" Ikkaku gulps as Kelly holds out her hand for the woman to shake "Its a pleasure to meet you" Their eyes lock before Kelly pulls away and turns to the loud crowd. Each area had different groups of girls chatting away and some groups yelling at each other. Echo's and Emo's were the quietest groups trying ignore the kayos going on around them. The chavs or Mean girls where yelling and throwing pieces of paper at the pretty girls who yelled insults back. The geeks were writing on large chalk board in the room and building things on the tables. The first years ran around like the kids they are almost starting a food fight a few times with party animals who where drinking and dancing on the tables to some music.

Kelly took in a deep breath and used her pinkie fingers to whistle out, the room going form concert level loud to silent in a second every girl in the room stopping what their doing to look in the direction of the noise. You could hear some of the crew behind you gulp at the sight. "There you go" Kelly smiles at you walking back to her seat letting you do the talking. "Ok Lady's these are the heart pirates, their here to help so no stealing, fighting, pranking" as you speak the girls around you groan out annoyed that they won't get to mess with the crew as you go through the list in the corner of your eye you see one of the pretty girls twirling her hair her eyes locked on Shachi "And lastly no flirting... i'm look at you Tottie" you say turning your head to the girl who pouts and crosses her arms over her chest "Your no fun" she yells out causing the other girls to laugh "all that goes for the crew too" you turn to face the crew who nod in agreement "The Sub outside is off limits" at those words yelling echos threw the room as the girls get angrier "Come on" and "Just a look" most of the girls have never seen a sub before and since it's a Doctors ship that makes it more interesting. Rolling your eyes at the lady's Kelly stands up and walks over to you "Good luck with that rule" she says watching some of the girls get into a fight just letting it happen "Why are they so interested in our sub?" Bepo asks only for you and Kelly to say in perfect unison "Drugs" Law lets out a sigh pinching the bridge of his nose regretting bringing his sub around. "Great" he mutters you turning to give him a sorry look "I'll make sure no one does anything" your voice catches his attention giving you a nod knowing you'll do your best.

As the day passed you, Law and some of the crew got together to discuss options and a plan but nothing seemed to stick. The bank took the money and are still going to close the school down, there are too many people to black blackmail and even Law's war lord statues wont have any effect the bank. None of you can come up with anything and its starting to make you worry that there is no answer. "Well i guess were screwed" Penguin sighs leaning back looking out the windows to see the night sky only to get hit in the head by Ikkaku "Don't say things like that, idiot" she yells crossing her arms over her chest. You rub your temples with your fingers anxiety building up only for a hand to rub your thigh, Law's tattooed hand rubs up and down your leg trying to sooth you, it somewhat works only for a loud voice to yell out through the halls "He's here" One of the first years yells running down the hall. "I thought men weren't aloud on the property" Law stands gripping his sword ready to fight if need be only for your hand to meet his "Yea but unfortunately he is. He's my cousin helps sell the booze in the basement" you say heading out the door "I'll be back, gonna kick his ass out" You expected them to stay but Law, Ikkaku, Bepo, Penguin and Shachi pick up their weapons and follow you "You don't have to come you know" you giggle but not stopping them form following you down the stairs and into the basement "Well i'm mainly coming because of the booze" Shachi laughs along with Penguin both earning a glare form Ikkaku.

Walking thru the basement the smell of alcohol hits you but by now your used to it, seeing the girls around putting liquid in bottles and other making whiskey and vodka. Geeks printing out labels and sticking them on the glass bottles. Soon making it to the end of the long basement is a desk with a man sitting on it talking to two first years "Ash i thought i told you never to come here while i'm here. Leave" you voice caught his attention smiling up at you and standing up form his seat waving the two first years away "Oh come on you know you love me" he comments his smile making you feel sick. You were about to speak again when something caught his eye coming around the desk "Well hello there. aren't you a cutie" he smiles walking up to Ikkaku only for your arm to go between them "Off limits" your glare set the man backing away putting his arms up in difference "Ok, chill. i was just being friendly" Law steps forward glaring at the man, if you feel the need to protect a member of the crew from this man then he should be on guard "She told you to leave" The captain states having enough of this conversation. Ash laughs a little leaning against the desk "Calm down captain, i'm here to help." he states looking the captain up and down probably wondering if he could take the man in a fight. "I know where your money went" Ash smiles his eyes going back to you "What? My money went to the bank" your voice filled with annoyance. Ash reaching into a bag at the end of the desk and handing a file out to you "I opened a new Art galley in the west and your bank man came and bought a very expensive painting" As you look thru the file your blood boils, your money never went to pay off the school debt, Ash's files show the money you put into the account actually went to an offshore account and paid for ash's paining. "Your family Y/N but i can't just give you the money. Although i'm we can figure something out" Law glared at the man pushing the hilt of his sword out not liking the way ash is talking while Bepo steps forewords growling a little "Woh there... i didn't mean anything by it... i just think maybe we could steal the painting back, it's going into the gallery in town in a few days." he suggests throwing his hands up.

"That's all good for you but how are we going to get the money back?" Ikkaku speaks up looking at the files with you "I think we can help with that" A voice behind you says looking to see Kelly standing behind you and Ikkaku her hand on your crew members lower back while looking down at the file in your hands. "Our girls are more than happy to help" she smiles at you two Ash stuttering a little to greet her, the man has a massive crush on the head girl "H-hay Kell. um you look nice" you laugh a little at his attempt to flirt "Hello Ash." she simply replays's before turning to you "How about we talk about this tomorrow. I'll pick out some girls to help, and we can brain storm" You nod watcher her turn and leave with a smile "I think she likes me" Ash smiles making you roll your eyes "No she doesn't" you speak, the man now glaring at you "How the hell would you know?" with a sigh you close the folder and walk away "You're going to look so stupid when you realize"

Settling in back at the sub you look through the file for the sixth time while sitting on your shared bed with Law now in your comfy pj's. Law walks in topless and a towel over his wet hair after just getting a shower "Now i know how you feel" he states leaning in the door way watching your every move as your eyes never leave the papers scattered in front of you "I just can't believe this happened. I should have checked" you sigh to yourself mentally beating yourself up about it, Law sighs and sits next to you on the bed throwing the towel off his head "You can't change what happened." his hand goes to your back not really sure how to comfort you over this your always the one who works with the money and your very good at it. "You were worried about the school and probably didn't think to look into it." he states getting you to look up at him "I feel stupid" putting the papers into the file you shove it onto the night stand finally able to stop looking at it. The captain grabs your chin and forces you to face him "You're the smartest person i know" he smiles a little as you finally let yourself relax and place your hand over his "Not compared to you" you smile only for him to shrug "We'll i didn't add myself onto the list" you playfully slap his shoulder letting out a laugh "You have such a ego" Law laughs a little acting hurt and laying down on the bed holding his shoulder. Laughing you lean over him and kiss his cheek "thank you" you hand runs up his bare chats and to his cheek letting your thumb rub his soft skin "Anything for you" he whispers, an arm going around your waist as he leans up to place his lips on yours.

[oshi-nakadapiroki]

OpenRec Hiroki's GAME Parlor 2023.10.31 Notes [Eng translation]

[This post only highlights the topics unrelated to the gameplay]

He thinks Halloween with snow is romantic 💖

He's glad we all get to spend Halloween together

He's not drunk, he's still sober

He used to get on trending in the beginning of his Parlor livestreams but not much lately and he wonders why that is (you don't even tweet it yourself man 😭) He's sorry for making us tweet about it instead

He doesn't have any memories of Halloween when he was a kid (no wonder, Halloween wasn't popularised in Japan until the 2000s)

He liked all his outfits for the bday event but he particularly liked the casual knit wear since it's so easy to wear with jeans and trainers

He thinks Osaka P2 was the one that was the most well-received; it's a popular brand but it's difficult to coordinate (JP brand ETHOSENS). It's not something that stylists often prepare so maybe that's why. The outfit was seemingly difficult to rent on a lease?

He doesn't remember if his Tokyo P2 outfit had an apple embroidery (it did 🍎)

Someone comments their favourite outfits was the Tokyo P1 and Osaka P2 and he responds, "you all like the dressy clothes!"

He feels invincible when he wears dressy clothes

He mentions that he originally entered the entertainment business as part of a contest to become the best suit-wearing person in Japan after all (Oscar Promotion's No. 1 Businessman & Businesswoman Contest) 👔

Unless the stylist has bought the outfit, it's probably a very expensive outfit to rent

"I wonder if I could rent it at all. I don't think it would be impossible to rent it, but I think it would be very expensive to rent it"

He thinks his former (?) stylist (J-san?) uses even more expensive outfits

He has a hunch about the pricing though

If he had rented something that was in Paris Fashion Week, it would easily have cost over 1 000 000¥

If he had bought his Osaka P2 outfit, it would've cost him about 2 300 000¥

The outfits were all from this season (so no less than 6 months), so that makes them difficult to rent on a lease

(He's such a clothes horse)

"I'll look good no matter what I wear [to an event]. Sorry, that's one thing I won't be modest at all about"

He's gonna go grab more blue cheese to snack on 🧀🍯

"Aizen and Hotarumaru aren't coming. I wonder if it's ok for me to be blunt like this (laughs). I want them to come too. Until then, I'm not dying"

He wants to make hoodies as part of his merch

He asks if we're familiar with the fact there's very few Touken danshi wearing shorts (like Hyuuga)

Let's not forget Muramasa!! w

He's not saying that it's because it's difficult to find short ppl since they've already got alot of tantou in Tousute - so why isn't Toumyu doing it?

There are suggestions in the chat that it's because they're dancing so one might see up their shorts (?) or because it would be difficult when they strip one layer at a time

He doesn't know the real reason why but he has some speculations, although it might be stupid reasons (he expresses it as しょうもない which translates to "it can't be helped" or stupid/meaningless/pointless/boring)

Another mentions in the chat that it might be like Bashiko who was the suitable height for Hyuuga when he auditioned in Paraiso then he grew out of it and now he's 1.73 😭 (If you google 石橋弘毅 it even shows 身長伸びた as suggestion lmao omg)

He says he's only going to be able to stream for 10 more minutes (spoiler: he stayed for another 30 min)

He's only 30% ready for bed

He shared make-up artist with Koryuu for Suehirogari!

"There are so many things I can't say, so many things I can't talk about. Or maybe it's just because I'm concerned about whether I can say it or not. I don't know. It's difficult"

He doesn't know what happened to his Fendi earrings after the Osaka event (it was a gift from the upper management), he hopes that they will be inside the cardboard box with the rest of the gifts when it arrives

He's appreciative to the ones who write their username in hiragana/katakana in the chat so it's easier for him to read outloud lol

He's doing an impromptu roll call

Apparently, the deciding factor of which order the Touken danshi get called at in each Toumyu stage (not including the festivals) is their speed - and that's the reason why Akashi was listed first in Kishou Hongi (but that doesn't make sense tho?? not for Mihotose, MusuHaji, Kousui etc)

He's surprised no one seemed to know about this so shhh 🤫

He's still indecisive about whether to do Fuyu no Jin or a dinner show since he can only do one or the other

Since he doesn't have a production company, doing a dinner show seems extremely unrealistic

(The stream cut off but he didn't realise until a minute later lmao)

Apparently he's lost his screenwriter? (Idk what this is about so it might have been mentioned as part of the urabanashi livestream with Beethoven after the Osaka bday event)

He might be able to do a dinner show if it's in collaboration with NicoNico

"In the end, I guess I'll rent a venue and hold a meet-and-greet, but there is basically no way the venue will be open on the 25th. There's absolutely no way. There's no way it will be open on either the 24th or 25th"

So apparently it wasn't his usual production company that was forced to quit but just his screenwriter? It was difficult for everyone involved and Hiroki himself was shocked over it

He wants to do something different from what he's done so far, that's why he thought of hosting a dinner show

"Just imagine, if [a venue] was open [around Christmas], that'd be weird, right?"

His former screenwriter was the one who wrote the script for the Osaka P2 English corner and the (in)famous "no signal GPS" moment 😂

Someone suggests he do a afternoon tea event and he asks if it's ok if he drinks beer instead. He hasn't had an event where he drinks with everyone but he seems concerned for Ochappachans' drinking habits

He rly wants to give the dinner show a try but he doesn't want to disappoint the ones who look forward to another Fuyu no Jin

He's thinking of having another guest (as usual)

Right now, it seems like majority are in favour of another Fuyu no Jin

He's grateful to the ones in the chat who tells him to do what he himself wants to do the most

When doing Fuyu no Jin though, he finds it a little bit difficult. If everyone isn't right in front of him, he finds it a little difficult to see what's going on through the screen

"I feel like we were able to spend Halloween together this year, as we did at the event and today via livestreaming. Even though we spent Halloween together virtually, I think it's very important that we spent Halloween together, and I'm glad we did. […] I'm really glad I spent Halloween with everyone, and I don't feel lonely at all"

He wants to spend time with everyone at least once before the year ends

Happy Halloween! 🎃 Let's have a virtual Halloween next year!

"If I stay with you until the moment Halloween ends, I'll get lonely, so let's end [this livestream] in the lingering mood of Halloween. I'm going to bed now, and you should all go to bed too"

"We'll see each other again. I'm still going to do this job, and I'll always do my best because you're all here" 💖

Nakada Hiroki Channel Nakacha no Ma #47 2023.10.31 Notes [Eng translation]

≫ Intro:

For some reason, he's got the stream set to start at 08:10PM and not the usual 08:00PM (he doesn't know why)

It's Halloween! 🎃👻🦇

He hasn't seen alot of ppl out and about, but then again the evening has only just begun

He thinks it's probably best to relax at home on Halloween

Apparently Shinjuku Halloween is worse than Shibuya Halloween (either way they're both hell)

He went once before the pandemic for work-related reasons and it was hell on earth, the traffic regulations were really bad (was it during that time he wore the giraffe headpiece? Unsure if it was work-related tho)

He thinks as long as people have fun and are careful, it's all fine

He will not be leaving his house at all tonight lmao

He's got a stuffy nose (as always)

Someone in the chat offers him 4000¥ to show his face already

He tells us it's gonna be a no-face livestream this time

We're bidding now so someone offers 14 000¥ lol

Apparently he didn't get the 4000¥ from the Osaka bday event (?!) wtf Beethoven

He's wearing black bunny ears!

He was looking for horns but he got them mixed up with the bunny ears. He looks cute either way! And it suits since he's the year of the rabbit

He was so embarrassed to get it because there was a high school girl next to him buying the same thing 😭 He was questioning his sanity since he already looked like a suspicious person lmao

This month's beer: Premium Malt's Limited Design 500ml 🍺

He's having blue cheese with honey again 🧀🍯

He doesn't know where he bought the handcuffs for his bday event (probably mail older? they were pretty heavy)

After he had finished his bento, he went back to his hotel for a moment, then rode the ferris wheel, then got back to the event just in time for the evening part (he's so マイペース) 🎡

He didn't buy any souvenirs in Osaka

He wants to cut today's free part of the stream short since he'll be doing a gaming stream afterwards

It's been so long, he barely even remembers how to log in on his gaming PC

He said he was gonna play Only Down next but when he had logged into Steam, he had to put all of his information into his account again (not just card information but address etc)

He doesn't remember his card number, just the security code 😂

He says it's no good to engage in fraud/scamming (no one mentioned it in the chat so idk where he got that from??)

Oh ok he's been seeing it around on Twitter apparently

He doesn't smoke or gamble (glad we got that out of the way lol) ( ´Д｀)yー~~

Someone in the chat asks what he thinks of a girl who smokes and he says he doesn't approve nor disapproves of it

Its each to their own, much like with him and his drinking

It's better not to smoke but he doesn't think it's a good idea to take cigarettes away from the ppl who do smoke. As long as it's in moderation, doesn't cause trouble for others and we're considerate, he thinks it's fine 🚬

Whether it's about ordinary cigarettes or e-cigarettes, he doesn't know the circumstances of the situation, but he think each person has their own reasons for it

"'What about a woman who drink 24 h/day?' Sleep. Go to bed. What are you fighting that's got you drinking for 24 hours? w"

"From my own experience, I don't think I could have done that even when I was young.. No wait, I did. I think I did" (Sendai flashbacks lmao)

≫ Furuba:

Again, Furuba probably had the shortest rehearsals he's ever had in his entire acting career so far

There were some scenes that were cut apparently

He wishes he could talk about them but he's not gonna get into it since he doesn't want to stream too late into the night on a weekday

… he says, but still talks about it lol

It seems he drew the short straw among whose character's scene to cut since they had to fit as much content as possible into that 3 hour run-time 😭

≫ Tensura:

It's been two and a half months so he doesn't remember it as much, he's been working on such different works and meeting so many different ppl since

Although it was the first time he and Miyashita Yuya co-starred, they got along the best

He really liked him and they had alot of drinks together

He thinks they had very similar personalities and ways of thinking, and that's why they got along so well - he clarifies that this is all one-sided though

I think he said seikaku (性格; personality) but someone in the chat wrote they thought he said seiyoku (性欲; sexual desires)???

"Wouldn't it be weird if we had the same sexual desires? I don't know about Yuya's sexual desires"

He's the type of senpai who he doesn't have to be so considerate of because they get along well even when they talk in an unofficial setting

The chat is gaslighting him into believing he actually said seiyoku

"How many times am I gonna say 'sexual desire'? This is gonna be in the archives so I gotta be careful. There's probably an army of people out there who are gonna take advantage of this" ww This man doesn't want to be caught in 4K 😂

His bunny ears keep being out of frame

It's been a long time since he saw Mahiro (he's doing Osomatsu on Stage rn)

Hiroki also wanted to be in Osomatsu but he was told it was impossible due to his age 😭

Su~su~su~su~sumairu~

Apparently the choreographer for the Tensura closing theme was the same one as the one in SekaNeko!

He thought it was gonna be difficult for Benimaru and Souei to fit the last dance part but it was alot of fun in the end

The make-up departments for Tensura/Suehiro/Furuba and their routines were all completely different; even if they all had the same base (his face), he thinks they were completely different

The wig and make-up artists all belong to the same team

He particularly liked the red tear drop for Benimaru's make-up 🩸 Maybe it should have been a bit more red though

The line was very fine and every day it looked a bit different

It was fun wearing hakama and wielding an ōdachi 🤗 He thinks having a sword is like having a friend ww

It wasn't difficult to wear the hakama - that is, if you learn the correct way to walk while wearing it

Benimaru's hakama is double layered after all and the haori (?) on top

The chat mentions how his sandals flew in one performance and the scabbard in another performance

It seems he ripped the hakama at two different occasions (as seen in senshūraku, but then also during the final battle scene with the Orc Disaster?)

He's grateful to Ogi Hana's performance 👏

omg apparently Hakurou's hair came off in one performance too?? He grabbed it mid-fight and let it hang off the sword as a charm

≫ Furuba:

Keeping the theme of mishaps, there was also the incident during Furuba where the juzu beads got scattered on stage (I'm assuming from Kyo's bracelet when Kazuma ripped it off in the beginning?)

Apparently they were torn two days in a row (thankfully no one tripped on them). Perhaps they acted as a substitute for protecting him 📿

Although Aya did trip backwards in the second to last performance (when he bumped into one of the ensemble members) 😭

There seems to have been a miss in communication because Hiroki didn't think he was gonna be there when he was

But he handled it like a gymnast doing a backflip

It was the first time he's ever bumped into someone so beautifully 😂

For a moment, everything went dark for him

"Black hole 👐"

He's back to saying he's gonna cut the stream - then proceeds not to cut the stream 🫠

He's thinking if he should play Duck Simulator for the gaming stream instead so he can keep talking rather than play

Someone in the chat says it's fine if he does a smartphone game instead but apparently he can't cut the mic if he's on smartphone and he doesn't want to in case he needs to burp lmao (what a gentleman)

So he can't even go to the bathroom if he's on his phone

(Sidenote but it looks like he's checking notes in front of him 🥺 he's so good for taking notes in preparation for the monthly livestream)

≫ Suehirogari:

Hiroki's mum's oshi is Hyuuga!! He doesn't remember if she said it specifically but he thinks she said something about a small girly looking boy with a bob haircut (it wasn't Matsui lol) It revealed a side of his mum even he himself didn't know about 🤭

He's on good terms with Nagata Kouhei, they go have food sometimes

Hiroki mama sent him an update on LINE the other day when Kishou Hongi was on TV!

"No one came to the birthday event after watching that, right? Then you wouldn't have slept"

He's surprised with the amount of Chaba in the chat who watched it at the time - he wants us to go to bed

Then again, he gets that it makes you excited when its shown on TV, it's the 8th anniversary after all

It was shown on Nittele Plus which he's been broadcasted on before back in the day (Ikemen bijo to sugosu yoru in 2014? He was so baby in that one.. Then again, Resistance Eleven was also broadcasted on CS Nittele)

≫ Goods update, poor time management etc:

He's got honey dripped on his fingers so now he's all sticky 🍯 He sniff

Happy Birthday to everyone born in October 🎉

He's had quite a few people at events telling him that they share the same birth month

He's happy to be with everyone in October so there's no doubt that it's gonna be a wonderful year

Then there's alot of fun events coming up in November and December 🤫

"'That's adequate www' That's the type of channel this is"

He thinks it's good to do things leisurely instead of just showing the good parts like many other channels, so even though some ppl might not like it, this is the kind of channel he wants to have

"There's no point in showing just the good parts. I'm open to showing both the good and bad parts. If you'd ask me, I think channels that only show the good parts are boring"

He's more attracted/trustful of ppl who are more likely to say things that other ppl wouldn't

Ah, photobook - necklace - meerkat (iykyk)

Glico is not part of his branding lol

He feels like he's a fraud for just coming up with repeated excuses; i) the photobook has been postponed, ii) he's sad to report that the meerkat probably won't be made into merchandise, and iii) the timing hasn't been right for the necklace and he doesn't want to make it unless it's in December or March (Christmas or White Day)

He's very particular about it 🥺 That's why it's been two years in the making

There were lots of different reasons for him to quit his former agency but he tried to make these happen back then already

He's not trying to badmouth his former agency, it's just that when an environment changes, you have to start from scratch again

After all, he was reunited with the Beethoven duo for the first time during his Osaka bday event the other day and they were able to create good memories together

He apologizes that he's not good at making people laugh when he's livestreaming (not true)

He thinks his ordinary self is really not that interesting or funny

Again, he's bringing up how bad he is with keeping a time schedule 😂 Throwing everyone from Okayama under the bus again lol

At this point, the second part of the stream is only gonna be 8 minutes 🤣

Lenient Hiroki but only when it's concerning friends and those he's close with, he wouldn't be causing the same troubles when it's in a work-setting

Guess he used to be an unbelievable student lmao

If he said to meet up with his Okayama friends in the early afternoon, they'd eventually meet in the evening

"Time moved so slowly when we were kids. Time may be finite, but back then, I lived my life thinking that it was infinite"

Naturally, all this only goes for the people who you used to see every day, never for the ones who you see occasionally or if they've travelled a long way to see you - if that's the case, he'll be on time for sure

≫≫ 2nd half of the stream:

In the last Nakacha, he told us that Akashi and Chougi shared the same make-up artist, but there's one more!

Apparently there's one costumer for every two Touken danshi

He shared costumer with Hizen this time

Ryouga and Kouhei live in their own little world and he thinks they're very cute

Let's do a second kanpai now that the stream is cut 🍻

He's wearing his rainbow striped Adidas pants tonight 🌈

This month's second beer: Premium Malt's Kaoru Ale Limited Design 500ml 🍺

The second one tasted completely different from the first one! He's surprised to see PreMalt's having such different tastes even though it's the same brand

The chat points out it's better to wipe it before opening

He's embarrassed his stomach is making noises since he hasn't had dinner yet 🥺

He had sandwiches and some good sushi in Osaka

It wasn't that there were no bentos for the bday event, just that there was one missing. He thought the staff were just messing with him at the time and that's why it came to mind when he did the weird corner in the second part of the Tokyo event

Since he didn't know the reason for it, he couldn't help but feeling out of place

Another tummy rumble

He didn't notice that they had spelled his name wrong on the screen (博喜 became 博貴)

He's still thankful for everyone who participated in such a short amount of time

Also, he's reached the age now that even if he realises he's being made fun of, he doesn't think too much of it

≫ English corner:

"Rose is sexy flower!"

He didn't know that bara was rose 😭

His English vocabulary is limited in the first place so the words he come up with on the spot are unexpected

This time it was very difficult for him, he thought he was gonna lose his mind halfway through

His English is limited but he still believes that he manages to get his point across if he ever was to go abroad (oh sweetie)

Someone in the chat mentions how he's even appeared in UtaPri yet he never remembers the word

He's gonna remember it from now on, if only the word is gonna come up in the future (we've heard small King for so many events lately so I'm pretty sure it's gonna appear again 😂)

The most frequent words have probably been ouji (prince) and aru hi (one day)

He doesn't know exactly what pit in is but he thinks it's along the lines of got there/getting there/going there (he doesn't think he should look into it, then it'd be meaningless)

He knows old is furui but not mukashi mukashi (once upon a time/a long time ago)

He's learned pit in from Formula 1.. but in the next breath he says he's never watched F1

Shoutout to Toyoko Inn

He's saying "nanananana" (catchfrase by Jp comedian Joyman) then says he mimicked him one time at rehearsals (which rehearsal? we'll never know) even though he wasn't even trying to do an impression but it received lots of laughter

"It's a battle between actors, when the unreasonable request of doing something on the spot comes up"

≫ Furuba:

He wanted to talk about Tori-san, then he keeps on saying -san -san -san

The chat mentions unrelated words also ending in -san like Ohta Isan, sekaiisan, Ryukakusan

Someone asks where he heard of Shukipi (song by idol group =LOVE) which he referenced as part of the adlib aikotoba when entering Ayame's shop (10.14 matinée performance); it was not intended to be part of the play since it's not in the source material, he was just joking around during rehearsals

It seems he had gotten the OK for from the producers beforehand to reference the title of the song

He's unsure if he did the correct lyrics tho

Apparently Sashihara Rino (producer of =LOVE, previous member of AKB48) came to see the play that day! (Souma Isuzu's actress Nogiuchi Iori is part of =LOVE. Additionally, Honda Tooru's actress Yoshida Ayano Christie is also part of Nogizaka46 which is the official rival group of AKB48 🫢)

Someone asks him how long it took to make the Aya doll but first, as for the "Yuki-chan who loves his brother 100%" cardboard standee, he drew it all by himself after everyone had left the performance hall for the day

He stuck around until closing hour

Since he had about an hour off-stage for each day's performance, he had alot of thinking time

Then the cardboard standee was destroyed in an instant lol

He thought it would've been nice if it had been destroyed by Yuki himself but Kyo is Kyo after all

"The cardboard was then thrown apart without further discussion"

He was shocked since the cardboard was actually pretty hard

He went to Tokyu Hands by himself to buy the cardboard specifically, then he hired a car to have it delivered (!!) because there was no way he was bringing 180cm cardboard on the train or in a taxi - and he paid it all by himself

It wasn't Aya who fell to his knees on stage, it was all Hiroki 😂

They would pay it if he asked them to, but he did it because he wanted to

He thinks it'd be uncool to have the others pay for every single thing

It might have been better if he spent his money on other props since it was finished off with a single blow, but as long as that moment leaves a lasting impression on alot of people, he thinks it's worth the time and money spent

"Its value is not in the time it takes, but in how much it remains in people's hearts"

The chat points out how he still wanted those 4000¥ at the event 🤣

He laughs over the fact that they had all said there was no way they'd be able to break it beforehand, but then it went just like that lol

Kyo just went for a full power lariat punch

But that's one of the things he likes about Shouhei, he goes all in

He kept forgetting to have the ensemble get off-stage before the others came back

He also went to Nitori and bought a pillow made of bird feathers and a body pillow?? He didn't get to use the body pillow this time tho

He didn't want to tell the shop staff he wasn't planning on using the pillows for their intended purpose when he asked for as cheap as possible

He's been questioning himself alot for a long time; "what am I doing?"

As for the scene where he held the kabutomushi (Japanese rhinoceros beetle), he doesn't even remember how it came to be

It had only been a few days since they had gotten to the rehearsals (they hadn't even gone through the rehearsals or practiced yet) and on the second day, they were already in costume

He's never done anything in that condition before

They gave him free rein to do pretty much whatever he wanted

He's not sure why he came out with the beetle in that really moving scene but it received lots of laughter during rehearsals

Hiroki himself barely even realizes that he held a beetle, he just wanted to convey that specific line

It was actually a stag beetle apparently - it might have been because Tooru called it a stag beetle in another scene. Maybe Ayame had picked it up first then let it escape

Needless to say, none of this was in the script lol

At one of the performances, there was a man in the audience who did a snorting laugh so Hiroki almost lost his composure

(Note: snort laughing is butappana (ぶたっぱな/豚鼻) which uses the characters for 'pig' and 'nose')

The spotlight had only just hit him but he hadn't said any lines yet

He was happy to receive that response even though it wasn't the right timing

"If I'd laughed in that scene, I wouldn't be a professional anymore"

In that sense, they're really making the performances together with the audience, it's different every time

≫ Tensura and Suehiro:

He mentions snort laughing senpais like Shunri and Yuya - and Yuya truly is a pig nose ww

At the very end in Tensura when Geld begs for forgiveness from the Ogre clan, apparently Yuya found it very funny that his pig nose was basically pressed into the ground 🐽

He seemed to have been struggling quite alot with that nose (not to mention they had to get rid of the tusks before the performances had even begun)

B*z*n and Ts*r*m*r* had the same make-up artist for Suehirogari 🤫

Unless their make-up sessions didn't fall within the same timeslots, he doesn't know who had their make-up done together with who

Someone asks "what about Michu-niki?" and he thinks they meant Murata Mitsu since they said -niki (from aniki; older brother) but they actually meant Hayashi Mitsuaki (Onimaru's actor)

He's not sure if he should say this but he can't help but think Mitsuaki looks like Menjo Kentaro (!!)

He thinks they're both wild, old-fashioned, a bit clumsy, close in age (Mitsu is born in 1990/10 and Menjo is 1990/11), and have similar face structure

He's unsure if he should say things like these but since he's not saying anything bad, moreover he thinks it's positive, it doesn't have to be a secret - everyone go tweet it 👌

He hasn't seen Menjo in a while and he misses him 🥺

He burp

The burping powder from the Osaka event was actually quite tasty (iirc it tasted of apple?)

≫ Bday event and Chaba:

He's thankful for all the gifts he received at the bday event 🎁 The ones from Osaka have yet to arrive though

He's gonna open them all later, not on livestream though

He's got a cardboard box of gifts and letters on the other side of the room

"I wonder if it's okay to be this happy? 'Show us the cardboard box' - I can't just do that, can I? I can't show every single person. To me, everyone is equally important, and I don't want to show it to anyone else. Please let me enjoy it on my own"

Someone asks if he actually read the letters and he responds, "you don't think I read them? That hurts" 💔

He does remember Ochappachans' faces

If he's completely super honest though, he does not remember names. If one's icon and face matches though, he'll remember

He would like more of us Chaba to have our faces as icons

He might remember if for example, you say your name and show your icon while taking cheki together

He might remember some by their no-face icons though but not all - he will not tell lies

Naturally, he will not remember the faces of first-time event visitors

"For newcomers, it may not be very pleasant words to hear, but the ones who have been supporting me for a long time often tell me how many years they have been with me. And that makes me happy, and of course I'll remember it. In the end, those newcomers are going to be the same way in a few years. So I'm hoping that as that happens, there will be more and more of that, more and more albums in my head, and I'm hoping that we'll get to that point"

He's sorry he's really bad with names but he's trying his best

From his point of view, it makes him happier if someone remembers his face rather than name

"It's not a competition, and it doesn't mean anyone's inferior. You are all important people to me. There is no difference. There is no difference, but the fact that they have been supporting me for a long time is just a fact. That's still a wonderful thing and it makes me happy. I'd be very happy if you said you've been with me for 10 years. But that's not to say I'm not happy with the ones who have been with me for less than a year. So if someone says 10 years, 8 years, 7 years, 6 years, I'd say, "wow, that's a long time." Let's all have that conversation. It's fine isn't it, let's grow old together. No?"

Then again, it's not about the length of time but rather the depth of that time spent

Even though he hasn't been able to see us for three years, he was happy to see people coming again for the first time in three years

It's not about what appeals to him specifically, he's just happy about that fact

He then acknowledges the Chaba who come from overseas since there were quite a few at the event this time

"I understand that it is not a matter of distance, but how hard, precious, and how much energy it takes to go to see someone"

That's one of the reason why taking cheki together is such an important time to him because we get to spend time close to each other

"I think it's fine for everyone to have their own way of looking at it, but for me, that is the most direct moment for me because it's the moment when I feel the most about how much you feel for me to come to see me"

His heart is grinning but he apologizes for his tired facial expressions

"To begin with, I don't smile very often. I'm not a person who smiles, so my facial expressions aren't trained. But when I do smile, I smile. My heart is always smiling"

Someone in the chat mentions how they have still never had any physical contact with him (due to remaining COVID restrictions) and he responds, "aren't our hearts always touching?"

For his next event, he'd like to be able to have physical contact

For the Osaka evening cheki, he had assigned one of the poses as "good heart" (search for グッドハートポーズ) where one does half a heart and the other gives a thumbs up (kind of like a rejection), but because there was a confusion of who would do which pose, it pretty much just ended up like a full heart most of the time 🫶

Many of the Chaba thought they weren't allowed to touch the partition screen or they were too embarrassed to touch it

He wanted to break down the partition screen

Everyone were touching all over with the handcuffs tho

"The handcuffs were great. I liked the handcuffs, personally I liked them alot. It felt like we were connected. The other [poses] were also good, but I thought the handcuffs were really good"

He'd like to clarify (once again) that he is not a masochist 😂

He snort laughs and apologizes to both Yuya and that person in the audience 🐽

He will not be holding a hugging event because "hugging is not such a simple thing" - and neither is him becoming a lap pillow

He thinks doing pinky promises for next time should be okay

Someone asks if he would do a hug if they offered more money (than the regular cheki which tends to be 3000¥) but he says it's not about money but rather what you can and can't do since COVID is still quite prevalent and the flu is going around at this time

Since he had to avoid cancelling the events at all costs, that's also why he was able to let go a bit on the restrictions in Osaka since he doesn't have anything else planned afterwards

Instead of handcuffs, he had everyone holding the balloon in Tokyo (he held "3" and Chaba held "6")

It was the first time he had balloons as props 🎈

Now he's gonna wrap up the livestream, go to the bathroom, then set up the gaming stream

"'Hey hey, is it ok if I fall in love with you?' On the contrary, have you not fallen in love with me at this point? Ouch"

He calls himself the husband of 700 people again (except only 600 were live atm)

He's got serious trauma from the scorpion 🦂 He's glad he didn't have to eat it in the end

Majima = Broccoli 🥦

It's been a while since he did a gaming stream so he's sorry it's probably only going to be Duck Simulator tonight. He's gonna have to talk with the staff at OpenRec to figure out how to stream the other things he downloaded but wasn't able to play

He tried looking it up on his own but he found no solution online

His bunny ears keep being out of frame so he just looks like someone who's wearing some kind of weird piece of string

This month's roll call was just an ordinary one 👋 Shoutout to Mayumi

Lastly, he called out Chaba so he called everyone 🍵

He won't tweet when the gaming stream starts so he's relying on all of us to spread the word instead lol

Chaba is his only manager 🙌 But he thinks we're all a bit strict so we should all go to Okayama and chill

≫ OpenRec's Discord:

He hasn't checked his Discord these last couple of days so he might have been logged out (since it's connected to his OpenRec account, which is consequently also the company's account), apparently it takes quite some time to log in

He assures us there are benefits of being subscribed to Gold Membership

He thinks his Discord has been quite lonely recently

He sees everything Chaba write on Discord, even though he doesn't comment often. Of course he checks Twitter too, but Discord is the only platform where he has unrestricted access to a Chaba-only timeline

As for letters (via OpenRec), he's the only one who sees them (but he doesn't think it's good because he doesn't want to make money from it and it costs alot of money to send)

Basically, he doesn't check his Twitter DMs. If he turned on his Twitter DMs, there would be no point in using Discord and he thinks it would be rude for the people who are sending him messages there

If he stops Discord, he'll have to stop doing OpenRec

Since he's not with an agency anymore, he hasn't been receiving many fan letters recently (he looks so sad and lonely as he says this 🥺)

He clarifies that he does indeed read his fan letters!

He will not tell his account number

He wants us to take a screenshot and tweet it alongside the gaming livestream notification

He's not that drunk rn; he's got work and he's grown - not like before when he was in a disarray during COVID

Last year was a bit difficult too (not that it had anything to do with being drunk)

He was so drunk he doesn't even remember that particular livestream

He won't do InstaLive or YouTube either

He thinks it's incredible you can now charge money on Twitter, he has no idea how the monetization works though

He apologizes for his bad time management (again) 😅

"Once again, I'd like to thank you all for coming to Tensura, Suehirogari, Furuba and then birthday event for these past two and a half months. I'm sure I've pushed you too hard by including all of this [in this amount of time]. I honestly have a mixture of feeling sorry for making you work so hard and grateful for having you come to see me. From hereon, I probably won't have any press conferences/meetings next month or the month after that, I don't know if there will be any, and even if there is, it might not be, or even if there is, it hasn't been decided. Now that COVID is over, there are instances where the stage will be decided a month or two in advance. For example, I may have received an offer in January, or I may have received an offer in December, but I've probably been saying this for a long time now that it doesn't necessarily mean anything will come out of it. It might be very difficult to balance the times when we can't see each other and when I won't appear [on stage], but I still want us to see that scenery together. I don't want us to view a scenery that I don't want to see. I want us to always be able to see the same scenery - but I might have to make you wait a little while. It's okay if you have an affair, that's totally fine. If it gives you energy, then that's fine. That's fine. It's my fault for not being able to take you on a trip that shows you a much better scenery. Don't worry about it, it's okay - I'm saying that, but it's actually pretty hard for me (laughs)"

Next year may still be far off but he still has some ideas about it

He's not in works as frequently as he used to be but it all comes down to how important each piece is to him personally

While there may be times that we get to see him frequently, rather than having a fixed number of times we get to see him, it depends on how we spend that short amount time together and he likes to think of how to get the most out of that time

Even if he can't meet us, he's still going to continue to send out messages

If he gets 200 comments on Twitter, he will host a Christmas party on the 25th (he just chose a number at random)

He's been getting less replies on Twitter recently

He might try to do a brief dinner show, although he doesn't have the motivation for it. Since he's not with a management anymore, he probably won't be able to do it

Someone apologizes in the chat for slacking off by not replying but he says there's no need to, we all do whatever in our own time

A Christmas party would mean getting rid of this year's Fuyu no Jin

"'If it's a livestream, it's fine' - see, it's already gonna be difficult for everyone! I thought that was definitely gonna be the case so I better stop. This conversation never happened"

He hasn't made any plans for this year's Fuyu no Jin so he's been thinking of not doing it

Even so, he wants to make time to spend with everybody, even if it's a short while

It doesn't have to be necessarily limited to theatrical performances

Christmas is tough with money already so he doesn't want to push us too hard

He'd like to do the dinner show but it's probably gonna be expensive since it won't include all the food and alcohol costs

He's imagining a dinner show like Mikawa Ken'ichi's

He apologizes for being a Libra and not a Scorpio so he won't be singing Mikawa's song titled Sasoriza no on'na (Scorpio woman) ♏❌️♎

He's not gonna make us pay 30 000¥ - but then again that might include food and all-you-can-drink

He thinks maybe it's so expensive because you can't invite that many people

Someone says he could cut a cabbage into strips and they'd be fine with it

"We could all share a heaping amount of shredded cabbage made by Nakada Hiroki www"

Hope is talking in her sleep! 🐶💕

His bladder is at its limit rn so he's gonna finish the stream lol

Screenshot time!

[bunxxy]

Lovesick

Ex!Johnny x reader

Summary: It’s been months since you and Johnny have broken up suddenly. Now that’s he’s in front of you again, how are you going to deal with the emotions you’ve previously locked away?

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: mention of alcoholism.

W/C: 2.7k

P1 — • — P2

There’s one thing you can admit whole heartedly; you hate college. Out of all of the months, your professors decide to bombard you with a bunch of assignments right before spring break. It’s like they hate the students they teach or something. Since the beginning of the month, you’ve been studying and working your ass off to get the assignments done before spring break. Who wants to worry about classwork on your week off? You don’t.

Between going to work and doing your assignments, you’re drained physically and mentally. You would think going to college for a Bachelors in Sculpture you wouldn’t have to write essays and do research papers, but colleges have to get their money somehow.

You’re currently in a study hall doing said research on an artist that you personally do not care about. You huff, resting your forehead on the palm of your hand. You’re completely disheveled. No one should have to this much work in a short period time. Your leg bounces as you glance at the time on your computer.

6:26pm.

You groan, folding your arms and hiding your face in them.

“4 more minutes and I’m not doing anything else today” you mumble to yourself. You note once you get home, you’re pouring yourself a glass of wine and watching tv.

Suddenly, your phone pings. The people around you look up from their computers and notebooks, to check their phones. You smile slightly, reaching to lift it up.

“Funny” you think.

Reading and learning about people’s actions have always been a passion of yours. Which is why your excelled so greatly in psychology. Using that knowledge, you love incorporating that into your artwork.

You unlock your phone and see Jungwoo has texted you. You instantly perk up to read his message. He’s been your best friend since high school. Just like you, he decided to pursue a career in art but he wants to be an art therapist instead. He’s such a empathetic person, it suits him perfectly.

Woo 🐹: hey ugly, jaemin is having a bbq at his place next week u wanna go with me?

Woo 🐹: he asked u to come why idk

You grin. Jungwoo always had a thing for calling you names in a loving way.

You: sure when?

Woo 🐹: uh lemme check

Woo 🐹: he said wednesday at 5

You: okay ill be there pick me up

Woo 🐹: sure thing stinkabutt

You scrunch your nose at the nickname and set your phone down. It finally hit 6:30 so you gather your things and head out of the building to go home.

With a glass of wine in your hand and your favourite tv show on, your mind finally feels at ease. Your roommate walks in with a handful of shopping bags and twinkles at the sight of you, “Y/N! You’re home!”

She drops the bags and runs towards you, engulfing you in a hug, almost making you spill your drink. You hold your drink above your head to save it. Seeing as though it’s the only thing keeping you sane right now, and pat her back. You sheepishly smile at her, “Hey, I seen you’ve been shopping again”

She rubs her cheek against your breasts and whines cutely, “I was bored and you weren’t home”

You roll your eyes and chuckle, taking a sip of your wine. She refuses to let you go and you can only lean back and accept it.

“You have to stop doing that. It’s an addiction, Jihyo”

She looks at you with puppy eyes and puffs her cheeks, “That’s why you’re supposed to be here to stop me”

You shake your head and grin, “Jihyo. You’re an adult. Act like one”

She whines and buries her face in your chest again.

Jihyo has been you’re roommate for 3 years now. You guys met when you put up an ad looking from a roommate. She was the first one to contact you. She comes from a wealthy family so she spends a lot of her free time wasting her money away and spending it on frivolous things. Her closet and bed room is filled with designer clothes, accessories, and shoes. When you asked her why she needed a roommate, she said “I want a friend.”

Ever since that day, you two have been inseparable. She’s like a sister to you. She always confides in you and she’s always there when you reach your breaking point. However, she’s immature and it didn’t dawn on her until you told her very bluntly. But she adores you for that.

“Where were you all day? You’re usually home before 3” She asks finally letting you go to rummage through the bags of clothes.

You smile, she really keeps track of you like a parent.

“My professors decided to be assholes and assign a whole bunch of work!” You exclaim, throwing an arm up in the air.

She scowls while she holds a houndstooth skirt up. “I get how you feel. One of mine told us we have a quiz due online next week. And he said he won’t unlock it until Tuesday!” she groans. “They’re so annoying!”

You nod in agreement, taking another sip from your wine. “I’ve been trying to finish everything before next week but-“ you sigh, setting the glass down on the coffee table and slouching on the couch, “it looks like I will have to do it then..” Jihyo hums understanding your pain.

Ping!

Jihyo adverts her gaze to you and her face brightens, “Jungwoo?”

You look at your phone, it is in fact Jungwoo. “Yup” you smirk.

She scrunches her nose and turns her attention back to her shopping bags. You’ve noticing a thing between them but never asked her about it. You would rather watch how their young love would play out from the sidelines. But occasionally teasing them both would always entertain you.

Woo 🐹: bring a bathing suit

Woo 🐹: and could u invite Jihyo

Woo 🐹: please

You glance up at Jihyo before looking back at your phone with a smile on your face.

You: oh yeah he has a pool I forgot

You: why

Woo 🐹: because I said so

You: what u wanna steal my friend from me or smth 👀

Woo 🐹: what no shut up

Woo 🐹: just invite her… please

You: okaaaay

“So, Jungwoo wants you to come with us to Jaemin’s bbq”

She perks up and her cheeks tint a light pink, “Really?”

You nod, amused by how eager she is. “Yeah I told him you wouldn’t want to. So…”

She frown and throws a pillow at you.

“I wanna go!” She whines

You laugh, hugging the pillow she just thrown. “I’m just messing with you. I didn’t know you wanted to see him that bad”

Now her entire face is red, you can’t help what laugh. “I- I dont! Shut up!”

“Right~” you tease.

She huffs and grabs her things, stomping to her bedroom.

“Wednesday at 5pm!” You shout loud enough for her to hear.

Young love.

You sigh, pouring more wine into your glass. It’s been 7 months since you’ve been in a relationship. The wound from your last one is still fresh. You can’t even think about your ex without feeling a stabbing pain in your heart.

Johnny.

You’ve never been the luckiest in dating, finally getting your first boyfriend in your early-twenties. He was the first one that didn’t want you for your body, the first one to listen to you and be there whenever you needed him. You felt like you could truly be yourself with him and you would always looked forward to seeing him despite how busy you both are.

One long loving year of just you and him together. This was the man you could see marrying and even having children with. But apparently, he didn’t feel the same you do did.

7 months ago, you’ve noticed Johnny becoming more distant. You thought it was the stress of school. However, it progressively got worse. He would purposefully ignore your text, avoid you if he saw you on campus, it was killing you. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore and asked him why he’s acting this way when you saw him on campus one day.

“I’m breaking up with you.” He says flatly, not showing an ounce of remorse or emotional.

Your body shakes, you can’t move a limb. “W-why..?” You say quietly, staring into his eyes trying to search for an answer.

He doesn’t say anything. He only stares at the ground with anger in his eyes. His fists are bawled up and he frowns. You take a step closer and hesitantly reach your hand out to touch his arm. He snatches his arm away as he steps back. His actions throw you off guard. Cue the tears falling down your cheeks after he walks away from you leaving you with no answers.

You want to know why and he refuses to tell you. Everything you thought about your relationship was a lie. The man that you loved with all your life hates you now and you don’t know why.

Wednesday finally comes and the morning was hectic. Jihyo couldn’t choose what outfit she wanted to wear. She ended up tearing her room apart because of her indecisiveness. It got so bad to the point where she had you sit on her bed and choose between numerous outfits over and over against your will. And when you chose something she particularly didn’t like as much, she would choose the other option.

Now it’s the afternoon and nothing has changed.

You throw your face in your hands and groan, “Just choose one! You’re gonna look hot either way”

She’s currently holding up a neon crop top in one hand and a floral blouse in the other. She pouts and shakes both of them urgently, “Pick one! Which one would look better with these shorts?!”

They both look fine to you, but knowing her personality it’s more of a big deal than it needs to be. An idea pops up in your mind, “I think that one is nice” you say pointing to the blouse. Before she could speak, you cut her off.

“Jungwoo told me he likes floral stuff anyways” you mumble loud enough for her to hear, looking away at nothing at the same time.

She quickly throws the crop top on the floor and puts on the blouse.

“Finally, I should’ve done that before” you mumble, falling back first onto her soft bed.

You observe her as she looks at herself in the mirror. She is absolutely gorgeous. Jungwoo is lucky to have someone as pretty as her crushing on him. He’s always been a weird introverted nerd never paying attention to his looks, but as he grew older he ended up just as pretty as her. Just as annoying too.

Woo 🐹: outside

Woo 🐹: is she coming?

Ignoring his texts, you and Jihyo walk out of the apartment building with bags in your hand. Jungwoo tenses up with he sees Jihyo walking behind you.

Everything moves in slow motion, her hair flows through the wind like an angel, her skin glows under the sun, and she walks with such confidence. He runs out of the car to grab the bags out of her hand, completely ignoring your existence.

“Jihyo.. hey” he exhales, completely mesmerized by her beauty.

She lifts the sunglasses off her face and smiles sweetly at him. “Hey”

You roll your eyes and motion as if you’re barfing. Then you toss your bags in the trunk and open the door to the backseat.

“Cmon love birds we don’t have all day” you shout.

They both turn pink, sneaking glances at each other.

You smirk, they’re so cute. You hop in the backseat, waiting for them both. Once they finally get in, you all head off to Jaemin’s house.

Just like Jihyo, Jaemins family has money. You’re kind of worried that it’s dirty money because of how much he has. Like they’re in a mafia or something. He lives far away from the city. You’re sure his commute to campus is a pain in the ass. The drive there is long and not very scenic. Its mostly trees and the occasional farm where you would all shout “Cow!” excitedly. An hour into the drive you and Jihyo were fast asleep. Jungwoo wishes he could sleep too because of how awful the drive is.

“Wakey wakey” Jungwoo cooes.

Your eyes flutter open and sit up to look out the window. You finally see the house you’re familiar with. It’s ginormous with a beautifully well kept lawn and a fountain right in front of it.

Jungwoo pulls up to the gate and presses intercom the button.

“Who is it? What’s the password?” The voice on the other side asks.

“Open the damn gate, Haechan” Jungwoo groans, not wanting to put up with his antics today.

You hear laughter on the speaker and you can’t help but chuckle.

Haechan buzzes you in and the giant filigree gates open slowly, allowing Jungwoo to drive up to the front of the house.

Once hes parked, Jaemins butlers take over and carry all your bags into the house. Jungwoo hands the chauffeur the keys to his car and stands next to you. You rest your hands on your hips, admiring the detail of the building in front of you. Jungwoo does the same.

“It still amazes me despite the fact I’ve been here so many times.”

“Yeah. It’s gorgeous.” You ogle at the carvings on the columns.

“Let’s go inside”

You nod and follow Jihyo and Jungwoo into the building. Once you all pass the lush hallway, you guys are met with all of your friends from high school and some of Jaemin college friends chilling in the living room and kitchen.

“Yo! Y/N!” Mark shouts and walks up to you.

“Hey!” You say excitedly, wrapping your arms around him. He happily squeezes you tight. You haven’t seen Mark in months.

Just like Jungwoo, he’s been a close friend of yours since high school. You three were the trio back then and still are now.

You pull away from him with a smile on your face.

“How was the trip?”

He throws his head back dramatically and beams with joy, “It was so~ fucking awesome, dude. I think this is by far the best student trip Ive been to!” He expressed excitedly.

“I definitely want to go back to Polynesia again.”

You giggle, listening to him carefully. He’s always loved traveling so you’re glad he gets to live his dream so early in life. Mark wants to produce music so learning about different cultures music intrigues him to the fullest.

He throws his arm over your shoulder and leads you to the kitchen. He continues to talk about Polynesia, how rich their culture is, and all of the drama between the students that occurred during the trip.

“Oh, do you want anything to drink? We got water~, beer~ wi-“

You cut him off, gesturing come here “I’ll take the wine, thank you”

He smirks, handing you the wine cooler. It’s not as strong as you would like it to be but it will suffice. You pop it open with the bottle opener attached to your keys then take a swig. Mark looks at you amazed.

“You’re really an alcoholic.”

You put your hand on your chest, offended by his comment. “Am not!”

“Are too” he points to your keychain, “only an alcoholic would have that” he teases.

“No~ only a person prepared for a bbq would have that. Plus I don’t even drink that much.” You wave him off.

He leans against the island and laughs, “Okay then. Whatever you say”

You smack his arm playfully then look around the room. You haven’t seen Jaemin anywhere.

“Where’s Jaemin?”

Mark is typing away on his phone. “He’s outside with- uhhhh” he quickly sets his phone down and straightens his back with wide eyes. You raise an eyebrow, confused by how tense he’s gotten all of the sudden. “He’s outside trying to work the grill or something”

“Oh cool! I’ll be back” you chirp.

You set your bottle down and start your journey to the backyard, but Mark stops you by holding onto your wrist as he stares at you with unease. Now you’re really confused.

“I don’t think you sh-“

All of the sudden, a familiar voice rings in your ears, “Jaemin said we can finally come out now”

Your heart stops. You fix your gaze to where the voice is coming from.

“Johnny..?”

P1 — • — P2

[writing-with-olive]

How to write essays fast

I've been writing a lot of papers, so that's what's on my mind.

So this mostly applies to your standard 5-paragraph paper, though it's fairly straightforward to adapt it to longer (or sometimes shorter) assignments.

One of the main things to note is that essays are VERY formulaic, so knowing the formula and being able to write down your ideas in a way that fit into the formula is probably the number one way to get stuff done fast. Because of that, most of what I’m covering is breaking down the formulas so they’re more accessable.

Also this got very long. If there’s anything you want me to expand on just let me know in the comments or send me an ask/DM and I’ll make another post that goes more in-depth about it.

Structure (I hate this step, so I’ve figured out how to do it very fast becuase it’s still important)

The first thing to consider is prewriting and structure. To start, there are two major paper structures I usually consider. The first goes

Introduction

Main point #1

Main point #2

Main point #3

Conclusion

This is good if you have a lot to say on the topic, or if it's something closer to a summary essay where there's not really an opposing side. In something where there are distinct sides, (or if you have less to say to support your own side), you may want something that looks like

Introduction

Main point #1

Main point #2

Why the other side is wrong

Conclusion

The "why the other side is wrong" side is involves thinking through the MOST credible arguments the other side might make, and methodically breaking them down to show how they don't work. The stronger the argument you choose, the more effective this is.

Since I personally hate prewriting with a passion, I usually do this step very fast and end up with an outline that looks like

Intro [insert thesis statement]

P1: [three word summary]

P2: [three word summary]

P3: [three word summary]

Conclusion

(thesis statement, introduction, body paragraphs, and conclusion tips are all below the cut)

Usually, this is enough so when I look at my outline, I can see what I'm trying to focus on for each paragraph - and do so without straying from my main point.

For the prewriting, the main things to do are identify with basic structure of the two will serve your purposes better, and write a thesis statement that solidly supports your argument.

Thesis Statement

There are so many guides about creating thesis statements that are powerful, but I'm just going to quickly go over how to be fast about it.

The first thing to know is that a thesis statement is usually a complex sentence: it's your entire essay distilled down to a single line. The general formula I follow goes something like this:

"In their [media type] [name of specific piece], [creator's full name] explored/demonstrated/other verb [theme you're going to be arguing about] demonstrated/using/as evidenced/as shown by [example 1], [example 2], and [optional example 3]."

For example, a thesis statement that follows this format might go

“In his short film Job at Place, David Davidson explored the manifestations of human stupidity through the absurdity of the main character’s home, school, and office.”

Or, if you're writing a historical piece, it might look something like this:

"In [place/time period], [thing you're arguing was happening]: they had to/the conditions were such that/other thing to set up a list [example 1], [example 2], and [example 3]."

For example, a thesis statement that follows this format might go

“During the Tusken Invasion of 32nd century Tatooine, it was the lives of the children that were most affected, from their social development and connections with others to more personal struggles they didn’t yet have the tools to overcome.”

The examples you give are going to correlate to your paragraphs - example 1 is for body paragraph 1, and so on. 

Introduction

I like to think of the introduction as a funnel that gets more and more specific.

First, write a broad statement that touches on whatever theme you’re referencing. 

Job at Place is about human stupidity, so something like “while great minds have flourished throughout the ages, so have the not-so-great.”

Tatooine is about war, and about child development, so something like “children’s development has always been impacted by the state of the world around them.” or “war has many effects, many of which impact those not directly involved with the conflict.”

The idea is that it’s a broad statement that can almost be looked at like a universal truth.

Next, you’re going to go deeper - two sentences that narrow down the time and place you’re talking about specifically, and how that time and place fit into your universal statement. 

The fourth sentence gets even more specific - introducing how the thesis sentence fits into your first three sentences.

Then the last line is your thesis statements. 

Body Paragraphs

Your three main body paragraphs all follow the same formula. (I’ll get to the “why the other side is wrong” paragraph in a minute)

The first sentence you’re going to want is a topic sentence. For this, you’re going to want to look at the example you gave in your thesis statement that corresponds to this paragraph, and see how it relates to your central claim. 

If we’re going with the Job at Place example from above, for the second paragraph, you might open with a line like:

“A striking characteristic of Davidson’s short film was the abnormality of the main character’s school, used to showcase exactly what happens when poor decisions get taken too far.”

Everything within the paragraph will then back up the claim you’re making in the topic sentence (which in turn is backing up your thesis). 

For each paragraph, you’re probably going to want about three pieces of evidence, either in the form of direct quotes (plucking words directly from the source) or paraphrased quotes (summarizing what happened in your own words). The quote should be used to directly support your argument.

After each piece of evidence, you’re going to want about... twoish lines of analysis (this number can change as you need it to, but two lines is something solid to fall back to). 

While analysis can take all kinds of forms, one pattern you can use if you’re stuck is

evidence sentence 

what it means

how that meaning ties back into your main point

Following this pattern, a piece of analysis of Job at Place might look like:

“One of the first images of the private school is that it’s a tall spire with creaking stairs and loose floorboards. Despite this, the principal has eight personal cars parked outside on full display. While the first glimpse of the school might indicate that there is little money to care for the structural integrity, the notion is directly negated by the principal’s actions. By using these two images, Davidson demonstrates what can happen to the youth when those in power let greed carry them away.”

After you write your analysis, include some kind of transition phrase, and go onto the next piece of evidence.

The last line of your paragraph is going to transition into the next paragraph while also summing up the main point of what you talked about in the current one. (This line can also get moved down and tacked onto the beginning of the next paragraph, before the topic sentence, but I have found it tends to look less cohesive that way).

You might choose something like:

“While the school was a disaster in its own right, it wasn’t the only example of human folly.”

If you’re writing a “this is why the other side is wrong” you’re going to want to think about the MOST compelling arguments the other side could make. Take the top one (or two), and figure out ways to crack them apart using evidence from your source material.

In this case, your topic sentence might start off with something like

“While opponents might say [insert compelling counterargument], their reasoning breaks down when one takes into account the evidence.”

At this point, you’re going to follow the same formula as above. The main thing to keep in mind is that for the duration of this paragraph, your point is that the other side’s claim of X is wrong.

Conclusion!

If you know what you’re doing, this is actually the easiest part.

(wait, what??????)

The thing is, you NEVER want to introduce new ideas into your conclusion. Instead, you’re summarizing your main points.

The formula I follow per sentence is:

Thesis statement but reworded (you can change the sentence structure too)

Topic sentence for paragraph 2 or 3, but reworded (I’ll explain why you shouldn’t do the sentence for P1 in just a sec)

Topic sentence for paragraph 1 or 3 but reworded

Topic sentence for paragraph 1 or 2 but reworded

Wow sentence or question (i’ll get to this too)

The idea for the middle three sentences is you don’t want them to read as repetitive, so you’re going to mix up the order so it doesn’t match the order of the rest of the essay. This will help to keep it fresh.

The wow sentence is basically the last impression you get to make. I find it’s usually a good idea to go just a tad dramatic (it sounds dumb, but it has never failed me). If I can’t think of anything, a declarative statement on whatever major theme was being discussed throughout the essay usually does the trick.

Examples:

All of this shows that in the absence of friendships and platonic love, humanity will falter.

Fiction may seem far fetched now, but if the world falls into those same mistakes, it’s only a matter of time until it becomes a reality.

Art has existed for as long as humans have populated the earth; it’s not going away any time soon.

A lesson everyone must understand is the most powerful weapon isn’t anything physical or tangeable: it’s the ideas that exist in the minds of those who care.

(I told you they were going to be dramatic) A way I look at it is if you can’t imagine dropping the mic on the last line, it needs to be stronger (yes I found that plagiarized with not even a whisper of credit on Pinterest, but it works).

If you wrote a SOLID essay, consider ending with a question aimed at the reader (this will push your essay in the direction of either the positive or negative extreme: a strong essay will become stronger, a weak essay will become weaker). Questions can be a call to action or rhetorical as a means to drive home your final point. Becuase they’re more nuanced to the content of the essay, I don’t really have great examples to give you though (sorry).

Hopefully this is useful to at least some of you - good luck!

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[bokutokoutarou]

you and your writing got me like 💥❤️🥴 Also, I feel like that PMS-hugging scenario would be real interesting with Atsumu, Hinata, Yaku, and Goshiki if u kno what I mean 😉

aaah thank u for requesting this!! the first pms-hugging scenario is here, if any of u wanna read it first

⌜ •   °    +   °   •   ⌝

WHEN THEIR S/O IS EXTRA AFFECTIONATE WHILE THEY’RE PMSING (P2)

— including atsumu, hinata, yaku & goshiki

masterlist

☆。*。☆。 Miya Atsumu

Atsumu’s a tease — if you’re acting extra clingy, you’ll never hear the end of it

“Oi, [Y/N], you can’t seem to keep your hands off of me,” Atsumu will smirk every time you pull him into a hug during his water breaks at practice

“Shut up, ‘Tsumu,” you always pout back, burying your head deeper into his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist just a little tighter

He’s always so warm, which is why you always feel a little bit colder when he pulls away from you teasingly and mutters something about him being “busy” and needing to “get back to practice”

So one day, when Osamu stopped practicing to take his water break, you decided that he was fitting enough for your PMS hugs instead

Yeah, that was a big mistake

As that week progressed, you noticed that Atsumu wasn’t teasing you, nor was he hugging you during the time you wanted him to most. You tried to give him a hug at one point, yet he just pulled away from you instantly

“Is something wrong?” you finally asked him, your lips pulled down into a huge frown. “You haven’t hugged me all week”

Atsumu shrugged his shoulders, the tiniest hint of a smirk on his face. “I don’t know. Why don’t ya go give ‘Samu a hug instead?”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Oh, so he was being petty?

“Alright,” you shrugged your shoulders. You turned around and started to walk away, yet you felt his hand clasp around your wrist to pull you back towards him

“Oh, get over here,” Atsumu pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Next time you want a hug, come to me instead of that grey-haired asshole. Got it?”

You pulled away from him slightly to look into his warm brown eyes. “Even when you say you’re busy?” you asked him

Atsumu nodded his head, pulling you back towards him. “Even when I say I’m busy”

☆。*。☆。 Hinata Shouyou

Hinata honestly craves affection 25/8, so he’s over the moon when you act overly affectionate while you’re PMSing

Honestly, you’ve never even considered hugging anyone else except for Hinata while you’re PMSing (on god he gives the BEST hugs ever). And even if you tried to hug one of his teammates, none of them would ever let you

Because everyone knows that the poor baby would deadass burst into tears

Obviously, he doesn’t really understand why you become overly affectionate for a short period of time every month, so he ends up thinking that it’s his fault when you’re not as affectionate with him

“[Y/N] ... do you want to break up?” Hinata asked you one day after school, a frown evident on his usually cheerful face

A cold shiver raced down your spine when you processed your boyfriend’s question. “W-what?”

“Well,” Hinata pouted, his brown eyes looking glassy. “Last week, all you wanted to do was cuddle, but now you only wanna cuddle, like, once a day. Are...are you tired of me?”

You felt your heart shatter at his last sentence. “Shouyou...I’ll never be tired of you,” you told him, a puddle of guilt pooling up in your chest. You wrapped your arms around him, and he clung onto you even tighter

“But I still don’t understand,” Hinata mumbled. Although you couldn’t see his face, you could just tell that he was frowning. “I think you said before that you want more hugs while you’re PMSing, but I don’t even know what that is. Why can’t you just PMS forever?”

Please protect him at all costs, he’s too innocent

“That’s not how it works,” you told him, trying to suppress a giggle. You pulled away from him to see that he was still frowning. You pressed your lips against his, and you could have sworn that you felt his lips pull up into the biggest smile ever

After that day, you started to become more affectionate with Hinata — even when you weren’t PMSing

You’ve always loved your boyfriend from the bottom of your heart, and you wanted to remind him that you would never get tired of him — no matter what time of the month it was

☆。*。☆。 Yaku Morisuke

Honestly, Yaku feels like he’s on top of the world whenever your need for affection soars while you’re PMSing

You want to be around him all the time? You never want to let go of him? Yaku’s excitement is through the roof, and his pride is skyrocketing as well

“How can someone so short have such a big ego?” Kuroo asked Yaku one day after he came into practice with the smuggest grin on his face

Of course, he was grinning because you had practically clung to him throughout lunch, and you had given him THE BIGGEST hug (and kiss) before he left for practice

Congrats Kuroo, now your kneecaps are broken <3 !! Have fun walking tomorrow

And obviously, the rest of his teammates’ kneecaps will be broken too if they try to steal the spotlight and take your increased affection for themselves

Once, when you came to watch your boyfriend practice, Yamamoto offered to give you a hug because Yaku was too busy practicing his receives

“Oi [Y/N]!” Yamamoto called out to you, walking up to the bench you were sitting on. “You look like you want a hug right now, right? Well, I can give you one since Yaku-kun’s still practicing”

I stg Yaku never ran faster in his life. He rlly do be the next Sonic up in here

This boy lit rally kicked Yamamoto in the kneecaps for trying to, quote on quote, “get his filthy, perverted hands” on you while he wasn’t looking

He deadass looked like he had steam coming out of his ears too because of how angry he was

“Wow, he really is a demon senpai...” Lev whispered to Yamamoto as he helped him up from the ground

That earned Lev a nice kick in the knees too

“Mori,” you sighed your boyfriend’s name as he pulled you into the hug you were craving. “He was just trying to be nice. You didn’t have to kick him...”

“No, he was trying to be a pervert,” Yaku corrected you, pulling you closer towards him. You seriously doubted that, but you couldn’t help but giggle softly at your boyfriend’s antics

Yeah, he’s totally a demon senpai. But he’s your demon senpai

☆。*。☆。 Goshiki Tsutomu

Goshiki is legit so touch starved that he craves your PMS-induced need for affection more than you do

Like, you could literally touch him and that’s it — his heart is pounding in his chest like crazy

He becomes so damn proud every time your clinginess skyrockets

I mean, just the fact that you’re dating him already makes him the proudest guy in the world, but now that you want to never leave his side?? He just feels so powerful

But unfortunately for him, your PMS hugs aren’t reserved for entirely for him. You usually hug your other male friends too, which makes him INSANELY jealous

Whenever you go to watch Goshiki practice in a clearly affectionate mood, Shirabu, Tendou, and Semi always offer to hug you

They highkey don’t even want hugs. They just do it for the sole purpose of making your boyfriend angry

And it works every time <3

Bowl cut boi lit rally wants to push them off of you, but the last thing he wants to do is jeapordize his spot on the team (and as their future ace, of course)

So he keeps his mouth shut...well, at least until one day when you saw him pouting like a whole ass baby after practice

“What’s wrong?” you asked, squeezing his hand softly to get his attention

Goshiki straightened his back, trying to appear confident. “Nothing’s wrong”

“I know you better than that,” you said, grinning softly at his antics. “Just tell me”

“It’s just...” Goshiki bit his lip. “I always see you hugging other guys, but why hug them when you could hug me?”

Your eyes widened in realization. “Tsu...” you frowned, squeezing his hand even tighter. “You know I like your hugs the best, right?”

Goshiki’s eyes lit up in surprise. “You do?”

“Of course I do! I’d rather hug you over anyone else, but sometimes you’re too busy practicing, and I don’t wanna bother you by being clingy all the—”

Goshiki cut you off by pulling you into a hug. “You can bother me any time you want. I-I mean, you’ll never bother me! I actually really love it when you act like this, y’know?”

You hugged him even tighter, burying your head into his chest. “Really?”

“More than anything in the world”