#will post for Real Officially mhm

[pomegranatesarchive]

A female f1 driver who was featured in the barbie movie as the f1 driver. You could write about her scene and working with the Margot and Ryan lol, and how the grid reacts to it. Lanpd could be her bf or not if you don't want.

You don't have to absolutely write if it doesn't strike any inspiration and you obviously can write whatever you want you xoxo

barbie girl | redbull!reader

pairing: f1 grid x reader

summary: redbull!reader does a cameo in the barbie movie

part of my ‘redbull!reader’ series

liked by alex_albon, landonorris, and 816,027 others!

yourusername: this barbie is a f1 driver! 🎀 barbie is out now in theaters near you <33 (or not near you? idk where you lot live)

view comments below!

user1: yn is just hitting all these side quests because what?

user1: happy for her tho!

user2: is this what it’s like to be so rich that you can literally do whatever you want?

user3: YN CAMEO!!!!

user4: WE CHEERED

user5: omw to see barbie now

landonorris: i know where you live

user6: can someone tell me her part in the movie? my parents won’t let me see it 😓

user7: she’s a f1 driver barbie, and she’s gets into a relationship with f1 driver ken (played by glen powell) throughout the movie you could see like snippets of them going from friends to bf and gf!! you could probably find some clips on youtube or something :)

user6: thank you <33

user7: GLEN POWELL????

user8: THE CAPYBARA GUY???

charles_leclerc: i can be your ken 😊

yourusername: no thank you i already have my glen ken!

charles_leclerc: but he can’t drive a REAL f1 car

yourusername: i can teach him

charles_leclerc: FINE

charles_leclerc: BE LIKE THAT THEN

charles_leclerc: I DONT CARE

charles_leclerc: GOSH

glenpowell: i would like to make it very clear that i have no interest in learning how to drive a f1 car!

charles_leclerc: NO ONE CARES GLEN

user9: i love when yn posts because i just know the comments are going to be filled with the drivers acting like they have no decorum

landonorris: i know where you live

alex_albon: movie night?

maxverstappen1: i already watched it

georgerussell63: we know…we all saw the picture of you decked out in pink at the movie theater

user10: LMAO

user11: it makes so much sense that the first time we see max in pink is when he’s supporting yn

lewishamilton: so excited to see it! 🩷

yourusername: love you 💚

charles_leclerc: I LOVE YOU TOO YN

maxverstappen1: i want love

alex_albon: can’t remember the last time you said that to me…sigh…

georgerussell63: love me next?

oscarpiastri: playing favorites i see 🤨

landonorris: i love you too 🥰

user12: bring back shame

user13: their desperation makes me sick

oscarpiastri: i guess ill watch barbie now

yourusername: why are you pretending like you weren’t the first to ask me for spoilers?

oscarpiastri: no clue what you’re talking about???

yourusername: mhm sure osc sure

user14: osc 🥹

landonorris: i know where you live

yourusername: what is wrong with you?

landonorris: i’m outside your door

user15: it’s official, lando is killing yn so he can win more races

. . .

notes: thank you for requesting!! hope you don’t mind i used this for my redbull!reader au :)

[stranger-theory]

I wanna make a master post for just all the undeniable Byler evidence, just for when I feel that doubt creeping in, but I must collect more info so for now this is all I got.

Forgive me for these explanations being very short, I'm trying to keep it simple. Besides, you probably have an idea of most of these.

(Edit: Changed #1 because apparently no one told me I was WRONG when I literally made a whole ass post about it a while ago. Mb, ig.)

1. If Byler really was that delusional, people on the show would've said so long ago. Their reaction to WillxEl was enough proof that they are willing to tell us when we are and aren't going insane with theories.

2. Mike Wheeler's top song in his OFFICIAL Spotify playlist is Smalltown Boy. The song about wanting to flee your home town... to be openly gay.

3. Caleb McLaughlin saying Lumax's love is "nothing like Mike and El's" and then proceeding to say Lumax's love is real! 😊

4. The entire Eyewitness parallel. Like, girlie.. (I recommend reading from The Byler Slides.)

5. This show has time and time again forced how in love Will is for Mike down our throats, why on earth waste all that screen time for nothing?

6. The s4 end pairings. You're telling me Jopper, Jancy, Lumax and Byler being together isn't a coincidence? Mhm..

7. On that note, El picking the dead version of the flowers Mike picked for her. This is literally a metaphor for their decaying relationship.

8. The triple take.😭 We know Will was sneaking glances because he's got a crush but MIKE?............

9. Mike nodding along to "what if they don't like the truth?". If being in love with El was the truth, he wouldn't have agreed. She would like the "truth".

10. Nancy couldn't say she loves steve and everyone says "Aha! She doesn't love him". Mike couldn't say he loves El and everyone says "Erm uh he's nervous because his parents don't love each other ! And uh he doesn't know how to express his love !! Yeah.." Right.

THATS ALL I HAVE, DONT HATE ME FOR NOT INCLUDING SOMETHING, I PROBABLY FORGOT.

[roo-bastmoon]

Things needing immediate attention in MUSE era...

We have GOT to diversify streaming platforms. Last year as a present to myself I went ahead and purchased a premium family bundle (for 6 email accounts each) for YouTube/YT Music, Pandora, and Spotify--plus a premium Apple account hooked up to Stationhead, and I currently have free trials going for Tidal, Qobuz, and Amazon. Premium streams are essential for charts.

Every day I make clicking through playlists on all these platforms as part of my routine: before breakfast, at lunch, and before bed at a minimum.

We also need to be very diligent about voting. Once I sat myself down and took the time to download the apps, set up accounts, and watch a few YouTube tutorials about how to do it, it's actually pretty easy and usually only a once or twice a day sort of thing.

Then there are the polls that have unlimited voting. That is a numbers game, a war of attrition. So while I wait for my lunch to heat up? I vote. Stuck in a waiting room for an appointment? Voting. On the phone with someone who is just gabbing away? Uh huh, mm mhm, but clickity click, I'm voting the whole time. I aim to hit that Vote button about 100 times a day. All told, takes less than 5 minutes.

Also our boy just posted on Insta after 126 days of silence. Please interact with the story and show him the love!

All in all, I think we really need to get into a routine where we fire on all cylinders. Streaming parties, funding parties, outreach & hype parties... We are hyper-focused on Spotify and YouTube videos and that stuff is absolutely important, but it leaves too many gains on the table. Let's use every tool in the box, okay?

Finally, I want to wrap up this post with gratitude:

I know I encourage you guys a lot to push yourselves and work hard, and I don't mean to come off as your taskmaster, but rather as a cheerleader.

We took a mostly Korean song with an insultingly low level of promo, plus no ads, no playlisting, no radio, only one version, with less than a full week to chart, which dropped during a major US holiday -- and it's very likely it will land on the Hot 100. That is...outstanding.

If nothing else, Jimin will see that he's loved and appreciated and we have his back. Whatever the assholes online try to say about vpn and bots and other bullshit, it was your blood, sweat, and tears that gave Jimin his well-deserved seat at an otherwise unwelcoming industry table. I'm so grateful to you and to this community for that.

We all know that Jimin is organic, authentic, and uniquely talented, and therefore isn't even in competition with anyone else. But we can still get him some good wins. What we do for him, we do out of love--not obligation or bragging rights. His music and his artistry are a source of JOY!

WE ARE OFFICIALLY IN OUR MUSE ERA!

We have two weeks to study up and get premium accounts and gather all our energy to support a whole album. How lucky we are to be so well fed and loved.

FIGHTING!

[offficial-united-states]

INTRO POST?? I SHOULDVE DONE IT A LONG TIME AGO

SO YEAH. IM A GIMMICK BLOG IMITATING THE MOST STEREOTYPICAL, AGGRESSIVE AND SHITTY USA. FOR LEGAL REASONS IM NOT ACTUALLY USA

HE > THEY > SHE

IM A MINOR,,,

PLEASE DON'T THINK I'M TRYING TO BE RUDE WHEN I TAG A POST AS "#KILL THE *USERNAME*" OR TYPE IN ALL CAPS (and please don't read this in karkat voice. i accidentally cursed myself with reading this in karkat voice. help ......)

UH. WHAT ELSE

MY CHILDREN:

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[the1975attheirverybest]

Dearly Beloved

A/N: This is it for Matty and Jo! Final installment of the Valentines Week mini-series. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU @abiiors for hosting 💗💗💗💗

Warnings: none. Typos are probably going to happen in my writing. While I do proofread before I post most of the time, I’m also 80% blind. Apologies in advance.

***

Jo and Matty looked into each other’s eyes, the nerves written all over both of their faces. 

He reached for her hands, squeezing them. “Tonight’s the night.”

“Mhm.”

In Jo’s eyes, Matty saw their entire lives together. Their first kiss in George and Charli’s garden; their first date; the first time they slept together; saying ‘I love you;’ moving in, having Sophia. The last few months had been hell on them. In Jo especially. Despite his best efforts to remain supportive and understanding, Matty did not always handle it well. It had driven them apart. In a way that could’ve easily changed them both forever. So, they both needed tonight. Their relationship needed it. They’d  been looking forward to and talking about it forever. And now, it was here. 

Their excitement teetered on the edge of anxiety. They both felt slightly disoriented. Jo found herself abnormally self-conscious. Aware of her body and the way that it has changed, anxious underneath Matty’s passionate gaze. He was scared too. Not wanting to make her feel weird and treat her differently, but he couldn’t deny that things were different now. They were both different. 

“You know we don’t have to do this, right?” Matty whispered. 

“Wh-why? Do you not want to?”

“Of course, I want to, Jo! Look at me! I’m wearing clothes, like, real clothes- not fuckin joggers and a t shirt, for the first time since Sophia was born. I’ve got a bit of aftershave on, too.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “To seduce you. In case you haven’t noticed.”

Jo broke a smile, leaning into him and wrapping her arms around his waist. “You do smell divine.” She inhaled. “Sexy.”

“Right, then.” Matty cleared his throat. “Shall we?”

“Let’s do it.”

“Oh, wait. The baby!”

Jo frowned. “You’re bringing Sophia? isn’t that a bit-“

“She’s not gonna be in there with us. Just dropping her off at Louis’s.”

“Oh. Yeah. Right.”

Matty picked his daughter up, cooing to her softly, “who’s ready for a lovely day with uncle Louis? Hmm? You gonna show him your new toys ?”

***

Jo and Matty rushed out, hand in hand, giggling into the street. 

“We’ve done it!” Matty looked down at her.”

“Finally!”

“We are, officially, husband and wife.”

He clutched the marriage license in his hand, dipping his head down to kiss her. “In the eyes of the state, and the patriarchy, this thing between you and I is official now.”

Jo giggled, “love it when you talk sexy to me.”

Matty took her hand in his as they walked down the stairs, into the crowded city streets. 

“Does this mean I have to start smoking big cigars and putting my feet up on the furniture now? Bossing you around and complaining about dinner not being at the table the second that I make it home form a long, hard day’s work?”

Jo laughed, rolling her eyes playfully at him. “We got legally married, Matthew, not teleported to the 1950s.”

***

“Okay, I think everything’s ready, yeah?” Jo looked up at him, breathless from the nervous pounding of her heart. 

“Yeah, yeah. I even added ‘Isn’t She Lovely,’ to the playlist, you know, for Sophia.”

Jo rolled her eyes when she realized that they’re having two separate conversations. “Matty, I’m talking about everything else, not the playlist! The - the dinner. The table. The house!”

“Everything is perfect, Jo. Relax.” Matty pressed his lips to hers, before she could interrupt. He took her hand, leading her to the couch. “Mum’s ordered from the chef friend of hers. Catering will be here in an hour. I’ve asked for a bartender. He’ll be arriving shortly before the guests.”

Jo nodded, going over the schedule helped her to get a real sense of preparedness. “Yeah, and- Charli’s in charge of the cake.”

“Ross insisted on flowers. Even though I said it was a home wedding. Very lowkey.”

“Ross is the best.” She smiled, fondly. 

“Would you please relax now? Everything’s accounted for!”

***

George stood up, smiling widely. “Ahem” he cleared his throat dramatically to gain the silent attention of the room. A hush fell over the place. Tim and Denise already brimming with tears. 

“Dearly beloved-“ the words were barely out of George’s mouth before Matty burst into laughter. 

“What the fuck, Matty?” George shot him a glare and whispered tight-lipped.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just….so formal. Go on.” Matty wiped the grin off his face.

“Dearly beloved-“

This time, it was Ross’s giggling that had interrupted the preamble. 

“Sorry, sorry. He’s right…you sound absurd… anyway, go on.”

George shook his back, loosening his shoulders in an attempt to remain composed. Giving both of his friends silent warnings, he tried again.

“Dearly-“ he cut himself off, turning to Adam. “You wanna laugh, too, I suppose? Get it out of your system now.” He demanded, stifling a laugh of his own. He was only deflecting, by projecting the laughter onto Adam. Now that it’s been pointed out to him, he was much too aware of the formality of the speech that he had prepared, unable to keep a straight face. ‘dearly beloved.’ What a ridiculous phrase. Why was it so unbelievably funny when you say it out loud?

The four boys burst into a fit of nervous laughter at the front of the room, whispering to each other incoherently, patting each others backs. 

Matty turned to the room filled with his friends and family, “sorry everyone. Erm. Hello! Thanks for being here. My- my beautiful wife and I, as you all know, have already been married a while. We just thought that….well, with baby Soph finally here and all that…we wanted to celebrate with you all.”

The room roared with cheers and applause, Jamie whistled. 

“I love you all so much. Thank you for coming.” Matty’s eyes welled up.

***

Charli handed Jo a bouquet of flowers that she had picked and tied together using a ribbon out of the decorations that Ross had ordered. “For the bride.” She kissed jo's cheek. “Congratulations.”

“Wait.” Carly held up her palms. “Those are the clips that I used on my wedding day. To keep my hair out of my eyes. You know….Something borrowed.”

Matty turned to his bride, mouthing, “all good?”

“Mhm.”

“Right. Where’s my ring bearer?”

Proudly, Adam and Carly’s son skipped over to the center of the room, with his hands extended out. “I’m herrreeee.”

Matty crouched down to be at his level. “Perfect. Thanks little legend. You’ve…gotta…mate, you’re meant to give them to me now.” Matty opened his hands, waiting for the reluctant ring bearer to complete his duties. “ So I can…you know… thank you! Smooth transfer, bro. You’re a natural!” He giggled, blushing like a teenager as his eyes locked on Jo. “Right, lastly, where’s my baby girl? Come here, Angel. Come to dada.”

Louis brought Sophia over, handing her to Matty.

“Hello my world.” He kissed her. “Come watch mom and dad get married.”

Their ring-clad fingers intertwined. Matty kissed his wife. She took a moment to let the tingle run through her, smiling, she turned to the crowd. 

“Let’s get this fuckin party started!!”

That was George’s cue to let the music play. 

Matty rushed over to the drinks corner, acquiring two glasses of champagne. He handed one to Jo, clicking it to his glass.  “we’ve done it. Cheers.”

“yes we have.”

“I love you, Jo.”

“I love you, too, Matty.”

[sasster]

Message Received

Now lets all pretend that I didn’t JUST post Reassignment eight hours ago. Really, don’t even worry about it. Time is an illusion. [Doc] —

It was Retcon’s first assignment since his last blow out, but more importantly, it was the first one he’d work with his shiny new babysitter. As they were escorted onto the base that the prison was located in, Mantle only looked up from his magazine to take in the scenery a handful of times, and never once when he was addressed. In the perigees worth of time he’d known the man, Retcon has learned that this is not unusual — The violet blooded commander simply never delegated too much of his attention to a single troll or conversation.

If anyone bothered to ask Retcon about it, he’d tell them that he found the whole act incredibly pretentious. Who did he think he was?

“‘Ey, Mantle,” he called, talking around a handful of cashews casually tossed into his mouth.

“Mhm?” As expected, the commander did not tear his gaze from the magazine. In fact, he even turned a page after his response.

Asshole.

“How many guys did they say this one was?”

“Fifteen today, your max tomorrow or the following, depending on how you feel. Forty, total. We’ll be back to address whatever they have left over once you’ve had time to recover.”

“How I feel?” Retcon spit back, his words contorted into a chortle that nearly made him choke on his snack. “They don’t care how I’m feeling.”

“No, that’s my job.”

“Aw, you care about how I’m feeling?”

Mantle didn’t answer, he only turned a page in his magazine.

—

When they arrived, Retcon was separated from his babysitter and put in some sort of psychic holding cell while they talked shop. He was no stranger to this treatment, so many fleet officials lack trust in psions, willing participants or otherwise. The guy who runs this place must be superstitious about psions and their nature.

Understandable.

No skin off Retcon’s nose, he much preferred not to hear or talk about the numbers involved with the job.

It was always a drag. He didn’t feel the need to be in the room when the number of wipes needed jumped up or the times table was changed. His new commanding officer would have to learn how reality works the hard way.

He rested his head on the table he sat at  and soon sleep found him.

--

Retcon did not wake up until he was pulled to his feet by the collar of his shirt and walked out of the room by a purple blood that had entirely too much protein in her diet, way stronger and heavy handed than she needed to be.

“Hey,” he offered, yawning as obnoxiously as he could. “You know I’m not one of your prisoners or whatever, right?” In case she didn’t see it, he emphasized his point by indicating the fleet emblem on the uniform he so loathed to wear.

“Precaution.”

“Right, manhandling potentially volatile psions usually makes them more cooperative. I forgot.”

She only shoved him harshly in response.

“Cool, thanks. Where’s my plus one?” He asks, moving his hand to about waist level in an exaggeration of his supervisor’s height. “About yay high.”

“He’s indisposed right now.”

“Big word. Got it, your boss ordered a distraction on my boss so you can tell me the real number you want done.”

She seemed surprised that he caught on so quickly, but let up as soon as the words left his mouth just as they were coming up at the end of a corridor. Everyone really seemed to think that this was his first rodeo.

Retcon rolled his eyes. “And that number is…”

“Seventy? Eighty? Numbers aren’t my job.”

The purple blood couldn’t help but laugh in response.

That is a ridiculous number! It’s almost like they wanted him dead!

She shoved him into the room and he came face to face with the blue blooded warden who’d thrown it all together.

“Hello there, welcome!”

“Too jovial for a prison warden.” He groaned, twisting a pinky finger in his ear to drive home his disapproval of their loudness.

They shrugged it off with a laugh and gestured over to another door opposite the one that he came in, Retcon took a chance at peeking in through the window at the very top of the door and found way more than fifteen trolls, packed into a room that was way beyond capacity.

“Just happy to finally have the help I needed for this one. Your old handler was remarkably inadequate at getting back to people about their requests.”

Retcon cupped his hands around his eyes and pressed up into the glass to get a better look at the sea of prisoners in the glorified closet. Poor assholes.

Poor him, he would surely sustain a bit more permanent damage as a result of a job like this.

“This is going to suck.” He mused, facing the warden again.

“I hear you have a great medical team on call.”

Somewhere down the hall someone shouted, “Commander, wait!” And the warden turned to the sound of the door clicking shut behind them, only to be on the receiving end of the mother of all right hooks in the same instant. The contact of the punch sounded with a sickening crunch.

The warden, for all the strength the indigo cast is said to have, crumpled to the floor groaning.

“Fifteen,” the violet blood, newly returned from his hiatus, enunciated as he took off the brass knuckle he must’ve equipped on his way in and shook his hand free of a few specks of blood. “Pick fifteen.”

Oh, this wasn’t his first rodeo either.

[bumblekastclips]

KYLE CROUSE: RedScarfUK is here with a question! "What would you consider the state of technological development on Blaze's world to be? Rush Adventure establishes that her world makes use of various colored materials to build structures and machines, but that's technically true of Sonic's world and the real world too, so it doesn't really explain anything. I think it's safe to assume steam technology exists because of the Machine Labyrinth, and of course there's robots like Captain Whisker, Johnny, and the robot pirates, but do you think they're representative of the standard technology across the whole world? Or are the robots the exception, and the technology of the world is still one or more generations behind them? And most importantly of all, do you think they have TV and video games?"

IAN FLYNN: Okay, so I actually have official answers on this one! Um-- KYLE: Yeah, you- you mentioned that, uh, her- Blaze's world is less technologically advanced than Sonic's, but you didn't go into any detail. IAN: Well, that- that's about it, but yeah, when we went in and we asked for designs on the Imperial Castle, that was part of the notes that came back; is that Blaze's world is a gen- like you said, a generation or two behind Sonic's world in terms of technology. Which is just that nice little nugget of information that I love so much! KYLE: Mhm. Do they have TV and video games? IAN: No, they do not. KYLE: Well, dang! What's Marine do all day, then? IAN: Try to build boats out of materials. KYLE: Oh, okay. I don't know. [chuckles] Apparently the robots were made by Eggman, so maybe they don't count. I don't know. I don't know.

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TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Please remember that nothing that is said on BumbleKast is canon! It's just some guys and their opinions occasionally spitballing ideas. If you don't like an answer, you don't have to take it as Word of God or anything like that. It's all just for fun! ----- Blaze questions were requested by @marinaiguess! Do you want a specific question transcribed and posted? Send the question, the episode date, and time stamp to my ask box! Or if you just want questions about a certain character, send me their name and I will see what I can do!

[debbiechanclub]

So, this little scene was in my head and I had to get it out before I could work on anything else. David and Dan having a little bro-chat about Nellie and Torrance. Setting: that night the War Dogs all went out in Tokyo last week that rewired my brain chemistry. Posting it now because it goes into Nellie and David's history from his perspective, and I don't know when or if it will get posted as part of a complete fic. Enjoy!

“I guess Torrance actually hasn’t told you.”

Dan’s brow furrowed. “Hasn’t told me what?”

David paused as he lit his cigarette. And then he said, “She’s helping me pick out a ring.”

Dan’s eyes widened in excitement. “You’re popping the question?” He clasped his shoulder. “Congrats, bruv! Seriously.”

“Thanks, man.”

“Look at you and Nellie getting all domesticated,” he grinned. “Bought a new place together, gettin’ married. You’ll be poppin’ out kids before you know it.”

“Oh trust me, we’ve talked about it,” David returned. “We want kids. But the timing has to be right. She’s on the run of her career right now and I don’t want interrupt that.”

“Oh, for sure, you have time,” he nodded. “How long have you two been together now?”

David blew a stream of smoke from his mouth before he answered. “Officially, about six months. But unofficially, it’s closer to a year.”

“Mm,” Dan nodded as he took a draw off his cigarette. “Yeah, Torr explained that whole situation to me.”

“It fucking sucked,” David wryly laughed. “It’s why I’m not wasting any more time. I’ve been thinking about proposing since the G1.” He laughed again, bringing his drink to his lips. “I’ve had it bad for her since twenty-seventeen, to be honest.”

“That long?” Dan asked in surprise.

He nodded. “That was when we first met, when she came here for her first tour with Stardom. The first time I saw her I was just like… fuck.”

Dan let out one of his signature cackles. “Schwing!”

“Fucking basically!” David smirked. “So I asked her out, and I swear she only said yes because she felt bad saying no… and I fucking blew it on that date. I was trying way too hard because I was so nervous. And after that I figured, yeah, she’s never gonna even look at me again. But we kept hanging out in group settings, and there was still chemistry there, you know?”

“Yeah, for sure,” Dan nodded.

“But then she left, and when I saw her again a year later, she was dating ZSJ.” He rolled his eyes. “I was like, fucking really?”

Dan laughed again as he tapped some ash off the end of his cigarette. “So, if you’ve wanted Nell for that long, did you ever get serious with anyone else?”

“Oh, yeah,” David confirmed with a nod. “This isn’t the first time I’ve considered proposing to someone.”

“Really?” Dan curiously asked.

“Mhm. I got real close to it a couple years ago with a girl I’d been with for a while. But she got used to my schedule during the pandemic and having me around and not gone for weeks or months at a time, and when I came back from the twenty twenty-one New Japan Cup, she told me she couldn’t be with me if I was gonna start regularly working in Japan again.”

Dan’s eyebrows arched. “She gave you an ultimatum?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “So, we broke up. I was thinking about Nellie again within a week.”

“I hear that, bruv,” Dan breathed. “Did you get in touch with her?”

David laughed shortly to himself. “No, because she was with Jay. But honestly, I had a feeling even then he was gonna fuck it up.”

Dan cackled again. “And now you’ve taken a hell of a lot more from him than just Nellie.”

“Fuck yeah, I have,” David returned, and they clinked their glasses together in cheers and drank.

“In all seriousness, though, I’m buzzin’ for you, Dave,” Dan said. “I’m surprised Torr didn’t let something slip.”

David sent him a curious look as he took another pull from his cigarette. “What about you and her? It seems like you two are getting more serious.”

Dan nodded. “Yeah. It’s got me a bit scared, if I’m being honest.”

David smirked. “Well, I don’t know if this is gonna help or hurt, but I’ve known Torr a long time and seen her fuck up more than one relationship because she can’t get out of her own way. But she’s putting in more effort not to do that with you than I think I’ve seen her put in with anyone.”

Dan’s eyes turned distant and pensive as he took a long draw off his cigarette. He held in the smoke for a second, and then he expelled it from his chest and said, “Yeah, I don’t know if that helps or hurts, either.”

David slapped a hand on his back. “Don’t think about it too much,” he said just as the others rejoined them in the booth, Gabe loudly yelling about something.

[asbestieos]

Nazuna Nito Idol Story - Kindness

Author: Asbestieos

Characters: Nazuna, Asta

Season: Summer

Location: Seisoukan Apartment Library

“Then again, that’s what happens when you pile too much onto your plate — you can’t eat it all, and what’s leftover goes to waste. Even if you pace yourself when eating such a large meal, being full is still being full.”

Asta: Grrrh…

Asta: Mmmnhhh…

Asta: Raaah!!!

Nazuna: …

Nazuna: Asta, maybe we should take a break…?

Asta: ! I was waiting for you to say that!

Nazuna: I’m hungry, anyway. We should go grab a snack. What do you think? Should we go out to a cafe?

Asta: Cafe break, cafe break! Let’s go to Café Cinnamon since I have an employee discount.

Asta: Yippie!!! All this mathematical work is frying my brain.

Asta: I’m totally useless at this calculus stuff. Don’t get me started on discrete math…

Asta: I feel like I’m just bothering you for answers at this point. We’ve been studying for hours, and I don’t have much to show for it.

Nazuna: Don’t be discouraged. It’s not so bad, is it? You have half of that sheet done! That’s progress.

Asta: Grrr.

Nazuna: Grrr?

Asta: Nana, y’ got all your work done, didn’t’cha? You’re just sittin’ there, typing away, pretending to be working, to spare my feelings of inadequacy.

Nazuna: Um… Yes, and no. I got my classwork covered, but right now, I’m technically doing more schoolwork.

Nazuna: Official stuff, like registering for next semester.

Asta: Ohh?

Nazuna: Actually, I’m also sending a request to drop a class for this semester.

Asta: Oooh?! Really? Which class?

Nazuna: My lab class for chemistry, eheh. Somehow, my labwork always ended up being saved for last, and on top of more important classes, I could never get it done.

Asta: Aah, I had to do that, too! As long as you contact the dean of the chemistry department, it should be fine. Make sure to CC them if you’re emailing.

Nazuna: Oh? I was just going to email the professor. I didn’t even think of the dean.

Asta: Yeah, I didn’t think that neither. But there were a bunch of classes I had to drop ‘cause I just couldn’t do ‘em, so I learned through my own errors that dropping a class is easier if you go directly to a department head.

Nazuna: I heard you had to drop most of your classes. There’s no shame in it, y’know? Post-secondary education is super hard, and you gotta take it at your own pace.

Asta: Mmyaaah. I’m not ashamed, but it’s real frustrating.

Nazuna: Mhm. It’s like, ‘I can totally do this work if it was the only thing I had to do, but as it stands, I have so many other things to worry about that this has no room in my mind!’

Nazuna: ‘There’s just no way I can catch-up with what I missed!’ and all. It’s not like I’m never taking the class again, but since it’s a general education class and we can take it later, I’ll fit it into my class schedule next semester.

Asta: What a long-winded way to put it! You’ve been thinking a lot about dropping this class, huh?

Nazuna: I guess so. Like you said, it’s frustrating. Even with all my determination, I just couldn’t keep up with this class.

Nazuna: Then again, that’s what happens when you pile too much onto your plate — you can’t eat it all, and what’s leftover goes to waste. Even if you pace yourself when eating such a large meal, being full is still being full.

Asta: What an analogy!

Asta: From one class-dropper to another, I’m not judging you, Nana. Besides, you’re juggling a lot between idol part-timing and college work. You’re amazing, y’know~

Nazuna: Well, my idol activities are extremely far and few between… But whenever Ra*bits requires a plus-one, I’m their go-to, and I try to leave my schedule open for them.

Nazuna: Don’t you have to balance work and school, too? You work as a producer, right?

Asta: Hah! Work as a producer! With what unit? Nyaaah, but it is kinda tough balancing my part-time jobs with schoolwork. Even though I now take like, two classes this semester…

Asta: Aaahhh, I dunno! After this semester, I might just take a leave of absence.

Asta: At Reimei, we had this philosophy that it’s okay to reach for your dreams, but it’s also okay to wait, you know? Like, Rome wasn’t built in a day, so if you don’t immediately get what you want, don’t sweat it.

Asta: Sooo~ It’s totally okay to take off from work and school if I plan on coming back later, right?

Nazuna: It sounds like an excuse you’re using to withdraw from everything, though—work, school…

Nazuna: Hmph, from me, too! Even getting you to study with me today was annoying. I mean, didn’t’cha basically ghost my texts?

Asta: Weh?! I’d never ghost you, Nazunyan…!! It wasn’t on purpose, I promise!

Asta: I just saw your messages when I was super depressed, and I thought ‘oh, I’ll respond when I’m feeling better’. But then I didn’t end up feeling better until way, way later…

Nazuna: (Grabs the ears of Asta’s headband)

Asta: Waaahhh?!?

Nazuna: That happens when ya overwhelm yourself, y’ fool! Ya can’t let yer frushtration an’ disappointment take control of ya!

Nazuna: Don’t take a leave o’ absence! Neither from work, nor school!

Asta: Okay, okay! Release me, fiend!

Nazuna: (He lets go) …From what I understand, you overworked yourself, right? Regardless of the classes you dropped, this life at present is the life you’ve chosen, and it looks like you’ve been coping well now that you’ve dropped the classes stressing you out. Compared to the life you had before, it’s not too much, is it?

Asta: Mmmh… It’s not too much. This math work is wayyy easier than the things I was doing before during my time at Reimei.

Nazuna: Right? Do you think giving up on what you’ve got now is okay, just ‘cause things are difficult? Is that fair to the you who fought to be here?

Nazuna: Hardship’s to be expected, so give yourself a break and don’t push everything away just because you don’t think you can handle it. If you need help, you’ve gotta ask for it, too.

Asta: Aaahhh! Raaah! Okay, meow! That’s sensible.

Asta: I gotta be kinder to myself. I’m really trying to do that. I didn’t get enough kindness from myself when I was young, so I’ve got to be nice.

Asta: Sooo…

Asta: For the sake of being kind to myself, could you teach me how to solve this matrix…?

Nazuna: Ah, this one? You know how to solve it! You’ve gotta arrange it like so first…

Asta: …Oh! Oh, I see! When you set it up like that, I just have to multiply across and then… Pop, pop, pop… (Focusing)

Nazuna: Right, then you just have to… ? Asta?

Asta: Baa, moo moo… (Focused)

Nazuna: Asta??

Nazuna: Woah, don’t write so fast, you’ll give your hand a cramp! You’re way too focused right now!

Nazuna: Can you even hear me…?

Nazuna: Aww… W-What happened to taking a Café break…

[keeping-up-with-the-sanders]

WHAT IS UP EVERYBODY

welcome one and all to the official intro post of this account

while this is a Cosplay & AU centered Account it also functions as an RP account so without further ado-

God, can we just get this over with?!

damn, touchy. Well alright, introduce yourselves ig

Do we wanna go in order or something?

Sure, rainbow?

Ugh, why do you get the fancy font? Alright, I am the grand prince Roman-

Just because your family’s rich doesn’t mean your a prince

My darling spider, I love you but hush. Back to the topic at hand: I’m Roman, Remus & Pryce’s sibling. I work at this kinda shitty office job that I don’t want to talk about and an actor on the side. One random fun fact about me: My legal name is Roman Creatil Triton the III.

I guess I’m next, ugh, this is stupid!

Come on tangerine, please, for me

Don’t “tangerine” me, your still in trouble for that stunt you pulled earlier. For fucks sake, let’s get done with this! I’m Orange, you don’t get my real name. I’m the lead of a band and work at the Shell near the house. “Fun” fact: I once broke someone’s kneecap with a chair.

*Eyebrow waggling* damn, you like to play rough~

My my, Your text looks different.

It alright, hon. You don’t have to. :3

Wait, why does he get the Minecraft achievement thing and I get red

And any chance of rainbow order is fucked so I’ll go, I guess. I’m Virgil, y’all can call me like virg or whatever. I’m Andy’s twin brother, the older-

By half a minute!

Whatever you say, bro. Anyway, I work at a hobby lobby a little ways from the house. Fun-ish fact: I have a spider plush named Kat because Patton refused to allow an actual spider in the house.

It appears we’ve abandoned any form of structure with out introductions or as, Virgil put it, “Is fucked” so I volunteer to go next. My name is Logan Logios Istrailt. I work at a high school roughly thirty minutes from our house. I will not be revealing the name of the school for privacy reasons.

so serious, teach. Lighten up!

*Long deep sigh* For the fact: I am legally blind without my glasses

Anyhoo, I’ll go next! I’m Remus, Ro-ho and Pryce are my sibs.

Why do I get “Ro-Ho” but Pryce doesn’t.

I’m just better

Die.

No thanks.

So, hoes, I work at the same bar as Janny, but a different job obvs. I work the stage while our favorite double D snake boi’s a bartender!

Mhm. Welp, fact time! I make my own cleaning products!

He’s allergic to a specific ingredient that’s in most soap.

remember that one time he accidentally got stabbed with that soap covered knife.

nice of you to finally join us, Emilie.

oh, are we doing intros?

Yeah. Your up.

Yeah, thanks Dai- Orange, man I gotta get used to that name.

Yeah, whatever, I’m out.

Ok… Well, I’m Emilie! I work as a therapist at a building a bit away from the house and I really like cotton candy.

Wow, we’re shocked.

Roman! Be nice.

Sorry, love. Oh! You should go next!

Well, alright. Hey there, I’m Patton! I’m a kindergarten to Second Grade teacher at the Elementary School a block away from home. Like Logan, I’m not gonna say the name or anything, wouldn’t want to accidentally put any of the kiddos in danger

Is that everyone?

Hey lo. And yeah I think so.

What about the others?

They’re busy right now

Which reminds me, we need to go!

Coming!

Yeah, we better go too, I’ve got to grade papers.

GOODBYE

[eorumverba]

m....i wrote a tiny bday Thing for my lovely amazing wonderful perfect bf @orgel-ontae but m not gonna Officially Post It until ;;; Later but if anyone wants to Read It ahead of time here theres a Sumary in the tags but its p jong centererd so ;;;

[ezay]

Summary: you and mikasa have always been a little bit closer than normal. You see how far it can truly go

Pairing: Modern AU | Mikasa Ackerman x Reader Warnings: She/her pronouns used, pet names. Eating out, scissoring, and fluff! 18+ ONLY PLEASE. MINORS DNI! You will be blocked.

Author note: This is my first fic ever posted take is easy on me this is meant to be cute and fun :) idrk what to say except hope you enjoy! this was proofread with half ass effort sorry ahaha

Edit: I’ve been kinda skimming over it corrected a couple misspelled words

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Your favorite scene to paint in your head was Mikasa’s long hair let loose with a tiny white tank on, her back to you as you call her name.

She would turn around with a soft smile “hmm?” You took her in, a slight blush to her cheeks and a few stray hairs from your previous nap and other activities “Nothing you just look good baby” you would say giving her a dazed smile back. You wondered if Mikasa thought about having those moments with you too, not as friends but as more like a partner. You know there’s something between you two, “friends” don’t cuddle in such close proximity, especially half naked (sometimes ;)).

“Friends” don’t discourage you from talking to all the fine girls you see simply excusing it with “you can do better” (the only baddie you r getting is her)

And “Friends” definitely don’t make dinner for each other when you go to their house (basically everyday) and pack a lunch when it’s time to go to work (bc that’s the only time you leave each other alone)

You were growing restless of not exactly knowing what you two “were” so you decided you were going to take action later on when Mikasa came over to just hang. She told you she’d be on the way after she helped Eren pack for a trip to visit the family in Germany, you decided to buy her favorite snacks from the store real quick so she had something to come eat. As you set the stuff up in the living room you heard knocking at your door signaling Mikasa was here, you open the door to see her standing there in short shorts and a tiny baby blue tank top due to the scorching weather “hey it’s fucking burning out here” you softly exclaim, as you open the door wider to let her in. She lets out a giggle as she comfortably walks to the living room happy to be in the air conditioning “I know and I had to help Eren load like 5 suitcases you know how his family is” she breathily laughs out. You watch as she uncaps and drinks the beverage you got her, you turn on the TV on your way to sit next to her and hand her the remote so she can choose what to watch.

She ends up choosing Avengers: Infinity War because it’s long and she could spend all that time cuddled up next to you, “We haven’t ruined this movie for ourselves yet surprisingly” you comment as the devastating death of Loki plays on the screen “mhm it’s still entertaining” she hums back as she scoots closer to you, tossing her legs over yours and laying her head on your shoulder.

You shift so you’re both brought closer together, and you can wrap your right arm around her to softly stroke her hair. The movie goes on for a bit more before you think “This is it” you slowly start ghosting your fingers up and down her legs you feel her slightly shiver, so you press down a bit more actually letting your fingertips feel her smooth skin “love when do things like this help me relax so much” she dreamily sighs out “fuck it” you think. You gently grip her upper thigh, softly kneading it while looking at her “can I try something that‘s not what friends do?” you ask looking at her, Mikasa straddles your lap and places a gentle kiss to your lips ``I wanted to make the first official move…” she shyly mumbled you feel your body become light, you hold eye contact with her before looking at her lips putting your right hand under her chin to pull her into a wet kiss, your tongues pushing against each other before you grip her hair with your other hand pulling her head back just a bit.

She resembles that picture you often painted in your head, hair a bit wild already and her cheeks flushed, you closed your eyes and exhaled through your mouth before diving into her neck biting then licking the spot, she was whines a bit while humping your groin “I want you to touch me please” she whimpers rolling her hips particularly harder. You loudly gasp, grabbing her hips continuing her movements “yeah? Touch you where” you raspingly tease out. Despite your teasing Mikasa boldly grabs your hand to cup her wet center “touch me here like I know you’ve been wanting” she smirks back. you are still, a bit surprised before slowly rubbing her. You could feel it was a bit damp, so you start taking her shorts off along with undies - Mikasa lifting her hips a bit in assistance.

Eager to feel her more you take off your bottoms, both getting rid of the rest of your clothes. Her bare tits instantly in front of your face have your brain fuzzy, so you take one in your mouth lick around the nipple before softly starting to suck on it giving the other one some stimulation with your fingers. Mikasa lowly moans continuing the rocking of her hips against you going to fondle your tits, you finally let go and reconnect your lips in a sloppy kiss.

You can’t contain your moan, only the universe knows how long you’ve been wanting this, you’re sucking and licking at her tongue pulling away to lick her neck and leave some dark spots around there. You trail your fingers up and down her thigh before resuming where you left off, her pussy so wet you’re just gliding up and down

“I want to taste you so bad you gonna let me do whatever hmm?” You ask her eager to just please the fuck out of her “go ahead and show me how good you wanna make me feel love” she says in a sickly sweet voice.

instantly, you lay her down peppering kisses all over her collarbone before moving down to her tits softly biting one of her nipples then running your tongue over it, you place loud wet kisses down her stomach until your face is between her thighs. Her glistening pussy looking at you hole slightly clenching from how horny she is “you have the prettiest pussy Mika. so wet baby” you lay your tongue flat starting at her hole licking upward to her clit before swirling around her precious bud sucking on it.

“Just like that” she whimpers resting her hand on the back of your head, you slide one finger into her hole feeling the resistance of her walls then another one creating a steady rhythm you continue to swirl and suck at her clit she pushes your head into her every once in a while “feels so good make me come please “ she whines. You start moving your fingers faster, drunk off the wet noises her pussy is making you feel her legs shaking, so you lap at her clit sideways sucking until you feel a warmth spreading thru your mouth.

“Fuuck!” Mikasa squeals from the sensitivity you keep her legs open cleaning her up, you push your tongue in her hole before gently sucking the remaining left “wanted to do that for so long” you mumble, more to yourself. Mikasa pulls you up by your hair shoving her tongue down your throat you shamefully moan, pushing yourself up to her level you lay her down so you're over her. You move her hair out of her face “you trust me pretty girl?” you ask her ,without hesitation she nods with a positive hum, so you pull her legs up into a V shape rubbing her juices around a bit before lightly placing your pussy on top of hers rocking deliciously.

Mikasa moans at seeing the lewd scene your mouth hangs open a bit at the site of your biggest wet dream come true “wanna be messy” she whines at your precision strokes “fine baby” you smirk down at her rubbing your clits harder against each other, feeling the wetness spread and your clits tingle with pleasure. You push down so your arms are supporting you next to her head you move your head down capturing her lips in a kiss, you take one of your hands to pucker her lips and spit in her mouth “baby” Mikasa chokes out after she obediently swallows.

“You liked that huh” you look down at her slowing down to prolong your orgasm the back of her heels dig into your back “pleasee wanna come again” her shiny eyes look into you. That’s enough for your brain to melt wanting to just rub pussies together until you felt her slick running down your thighs. Mikasa yanks you to her lips “kiss me pretty” she whispers you feel so hot all over instantly invading her mouth with your tongue having the nastiest make out session, spit probably coming out the sides of your mouths.

“Gonna cum gonna cum fuckk” Mikasa's high pitched voice squeaks out “yeah come all over my pussy wanna feel that, yeahh” you exhale the pleasure from your clit spreading throughout your bottom making your hole clench from making her gush for the second time

“Ahh, you’re so good baby” she shakily whispers coming back from her orgasm. You plop next to her wrapping your arm around her waist “you’re so fucking beautiful in every way possible Mika” you whisper she lifts your chin up with her fingers “thank you baby girl I love you” she places a kiss on your nose then your forehead, wrapping her arm around you. Your heart is beating to the point you hear it in your ears “I love you too, soo much” you bury your face in her chest you feel the way her body shakes as she giggles, and you smile happy that you don’t have to keep thinking about what could be.

You both stay laid up confident you can call each other “mine” after today.

Another AN: im like a grandparent when it comes to tumblr so I’m so confused why the italics didn’t transfer from google docs to here.. I will figure it out as I go lolll

[offficial-united-states]

ALL COUNTRIES I KNOW ARE IN MY PINNED POST

@nihonkokuu @definitely-britain @definitelytherepublicofireland @russia-totallyofficial @non-tyrannical-usa @true-blue-straya @totally-france @totally-germany @officialtheunitedkingdom @forever-scotland @genuinely-germany @india-official @definitely-canada @official-new-zealand @france-unofficial @cape-breton-island-itself @wales-official @yugoslavia-official @the-state-of-michigan @michigan-is-cool-trust-me @state-0f-0hio-official @virginia-state-official @the-us-navy-offical @state-of-connecticut-official @state-of-florida-official @the-state-of-georgia-official @the-real-illinois @definitely-indiana @mhm-wisconsin

SORRY IM FROM MOBILE TOO LAZY TO TAG THEM ALL

I have:

@official-the-united-states

@the-us-navy-offical

@india-official

@russia-totallyofficial 

@scotland-forever

@the-principality-of-sealand

@official-new-zealand

@yugoslavia-official

@true-blue-straya

@cape-breton-island-itself

@the-province-of-nova-scotia-real

@definitely-canada

@royal-canadian-air-force

@definitelytherepublicofireland 

@totally-france

@france-unofficial

@officialtheunitedkingdom

@totally-germany

@genuinely-germany

@totally-italy

@the-official-italy

@definitely-indiana

@virginia-state-official 

@massachusetts-official

@the-state-of-michigan

@the-state-of-georgia-official

@georgia-official

@newjersey-official

@state-0f-0hio-official

who did I miss?

I feel like there are more that consist of the UK and Britain in general. Also, on a side note, is there no gimmick blog for Wales and any countries in Africa or in South America? I love the fact that some of the above gimmicks are specific to particular states rather than countries!

Countryverse, please attack because I can't think of anyone else. Help me @the-official-italy and @france-unofficial!

[lovelybarnes]

restless- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, mentions of natasha romanoff, sam wilson, and steve rogers warnings: mentions of nightmares and clingy bucky but it’s mostly fluff about: bucky can’t sleep without y/n a/n: i was going to post this yesterday but i fell asleep :| my computer was literally open and nearly dead when i woke up lmao

today marks one week that you’ve been gone, and with it, the official shortest amount of sleep that bucky has gotten in a week. he supposes it’s sightly pathetic that he can’t sleep well- or, really, at all- without you, but you continuously tell him you chase his nightmares away for him, and without you there to make them disappear, where else will they go but deep into the crevices of his mind, where they’ll hide long enough for him to let his guard down and lull himself to sleep, only to wake up with the ugly memories of things he hoped he’d forgotten. he’s constantly told that his attachment to you is overbearing- not by you, though. never by you- because it must be, with how much he clings to your side, always touching some part of you so that he’s sure that, yes, you’re there. not a dream or an illusion, although you’re good enough to be one.

he misses every part of you; your fingers and the way they run through his hair, trace his features with such tenderness he nearly believes he is what you see, your voice and its ability to transform the most mundane words into the greatest poetry, sing soft songs into his skin until he’s fallen asleep, your eyes and how they examine him in the best way possible, glowing when they meet his.

he longs for you, but he can only imagine your smile, the bitter reminder that you’re probably showing it to some psychopath for the mission you’re on. he hates steve every time the memory is evoked, the panic that comes with your being used as bait for some of the most screwed up villains in the world only returning stronger. he’s tempted to go get you himself, uncaring if he screws up the mission because at least he’ll have you.

stark will call him pathetic, then go to bed with the love of his life, so bucky prefers keeping his thoughts about you to himself, much like he’d like to keep you. you’ve told him you can handle yourself, and bucky never doubts it, having been victim to the using of your skills when he first encountered you as the winter soldier. you kicked his ass then, and you kick any and all ass now.

it doesn’t help his sleeping schedule, though your calls do. he swears you’re an angel because there’s no way a normal human could glow like that through a screen, but you always laugh off his words and simply tell him to turn his brightness down. however, you haven’t taught him that yet, so he greets you with the same sentence every time. his smile is always brighter after your calls, the dark bruises under his eyes reduced as if he got a full night’s rest. it’s your effect on him, and as much as everyone teases you both for it, they appreciate it.

you’re due to come back in a week or two, but bucky is unsure he can wait that long, and judging from your chirpier-than-usual voice in your latest interaction, you’ve finished early, like you always do. he likes to imagine it’s because of him, behind the deprecating voice that screams at him why would it be? (the answer is that you love him and hate every second you’re away from him)

sam scoffs when he overhears him telling that to steve, sitting down next to bucky, “man, there is no way you can tell that from a phone call. even if you could, i know she’s good, but to shave two weeks off mission time? natasha hasn’t even been able to do that.” a proud smile grows on bucky’s face without his permission as he shrugs, “she’s that good,” he brags, choosing to ignore the fake gag sam sends his way.

you frown when he tells you what he thinks on your call a few hours later, lips puckering into a small pout, “how did you know? i wanted it to be a surprise!” you ask through a crackled voice. so much for state of the art technology, bucky thinks, but is glad nonetheless to hear your voice. “i know you too well, doll. you’re really coming back today?”

you nod excitedly, biting your bottom lip. “mhm! i missed you and my bed too much to stay here a moment longer. villains are such pervs,” you complain, nose scrunching. bucky’s jaw sets when he hears your words, immediately thinking the worst. “but, i’m coming back today, so it’s fine. what do you want to do when i get back?”

bucky shrugs, “be with you,” he answers simply, making you laugh. “other than that, dummy. we could watch a movie, have a little date night to make up for the one i missed while i was gone.” bucky grins at this, remembering his plans for that night. “okay,” he agrees, “we’ll watch one of those movies on my list. although sam put some weird ones.”

you concur through chuckles that pass through the phone, reminding him how much you love him. he swears an oath to never let you go again and bites back a yawn that you see right through. “you’re sleeping the moment i get back,” you instruct, and bucky nods with your words, even when the sole idea of your being within arm’s reach is obviously too enticing to pass up for sleep. “whatever you want, doll. as long as you’re here.” he replies, thinking about spending the night pressing kisses to your hair and checking for any injuries you may have withheld from him.

the sentence is dishonest and you both know it, but you leave it at that, missing him too much and sure he’ll rest with how exhausted he must be. you say goodbye without the actual words, only giving a blown kiss and a “see you later.”

bucky spends the rest of the hours without you thinking of you, skimming through the words written in the little blue notebook you got him to replace his old one. that one sits on his dresser, the disuse proven by the layer of dust that covers it. the names he spent hours agonizing over, tracing his fingers over the indents made by the pen, are hidden by its cover. they never fade from his mind, though. only half of the pages of the one you gave him are blank now, and the ones that aren’t are bright and white, inviting him to drop his pen on the lines and jot whatever reference he didn’t understand but wants to. he eyes the names of the movies and shows, some accompanied by quotes that refer to them. “new girl: nick miller,” he reads, remembering how one of your friends said he was the avenger version of the character. “friends: ‘joey doesn’t share food,” sam told him that one when he didn’t let him have any of his chips. he looks at clueless, recalling the way all of his teammates stare at scott whenever the movie comes up. there are a couple pages like this, some of them recommendations and others titles he kept hearing. tonight, he decides on starting a new show, but he leaves the actual show up to you to decide.

you arrive a couple hours later, when stars have littered the darkness that bled through the sky. it’s all very rom-com-filmesque, the way you light up when you see his face- even through how tired you clearly are- and how you jump into his arms, ignoring the ache in your muscles because the way his arms wrap around you seems to make it disappear. he gathers you in his arms and kisses everywhere on your face, treasuring your laugh and the feeling of your lips pressing to his shoulder when you hug him again.

even when you pull away, he doesn’t let go of your hand, flesh fingers tracing small circles into your skin. you don’t complain, even when steve shoves papers in front of you and asks you to sign them with a sheepish look. sam comes by and teases bucky lightheartedly, hounding bucky to let you have both your hands. you chuckle at his request and squeeze bucky’s fingers, kissing the back of his hand, “oh, no, he better not,” you half-joke. he smiles, red tinting his cheeks as he gently draws you closer.

you don’t feel like driving at the moment, and you need to water your plants, completely sure that wanda forgot to do it, so you end up going to your room, even though you spend most of your time at his own room or your apartment outside the compound. you can tell how little the room has been used by the spotless counters and floors, furniture clean of any of the knickknacks you usually leave. you only sleep here when bucky leaves for long missions, his absence is overly blatant when he’s gone, and your plants keep you from feeling too alone.

you usher bucky inside, tugging open your drawers to search for something for him to wear. you grin at the soft fabric under the pads of your fingertips, recalling the memory of stealing them from bucky’s closet to soak in his scent when you couldn’t have the real thing. the considerable use has washed away all traces of him, and you decide that needs to be fixed, picking out clothing for him.

you change into one of his old shirts and make tea while he changes, smiling when you feel his arms wrapping around your waist and kissing your jaw. “what do you want to watch tonight?” he asks, and you contemplate it while you pour your drinks, shoveling spoons of sugar into each one to make it as sweet as possible- his favorite. “new girl, i think you’ll like it,” you reply after a moment.

he unravels his arms from around you, taking the mugs from the counter and following you to your room after you peck his cheek in thanks. “okay, i want to see what this nick miller is all about,” bucky says, making you laugh softly. “c��mon,” he urges, opening his arms for you after setting the cups down. you cuddle up to his side after you grab your computer, setting up netflix and choosing the show.

halfway through the first episode, bucky feels the fatigue hit him like a ton of bricks, hours of missed sleep catching up to him now that he’s finally relaxed and comfortable. keeping his eyes open is a job all on its own, and the sweet smell of your hair combined with the way your fingers move on his chest, softly writing letters and drawing shapes, is too much to resist.

you barely notice when he shuts his eyes, the evening of his breathing alerting you he’s succumbed to his tiredness. you stop the video and quietly shut your laptop, placing it on the bedside table while moving as little as possible. he feels you shift through your efforts, pulling you closer in his sleep. you chase away his nightmares like you always do, letting him sleep his first full night since you left.

he wakes up rejuvenated and embarrassed, sputtering out embarrassed apologies that you shush with kind reassurances and tender kisses. he’s reminded of how wonderful you are when you turn, arms extending to reach into your bag and carrying out a small stuffed animal that you say reminded you of him.

[tamayosclinic]

“I’ll be damned if anyone makes you feel like you aren’t worthy of being loved.” This with Akaza saying this to the reader?

"I'll be damned if anyone makes you feel like you aren't worthy of being loved." | Akaza x GN!Reader

Warning(s): Some mention of insecurities, Cheating ex

Author's Note(s): I made this as a part 2 to another Akaza x GN!Reader fic a while back. Here's the (link). On another note, I have 5 more requests to write and after that I'm going to go on a short break then post some fics I had sitting in my drafts for a while. Hopefully, the shadowban will be lifted by then. Anyways enjoy.

Word Count: 742

100+ Followers Event [Closed]

Scrolling through housing websites has become somewhat routine for (Y/n). It had been a couple of months since they broke up with their ex. During that time, Akaza remained by their side, giving them full support and allowing them to stay in his apartment as long as they needed. Still, (Y/n) decided it was time to start searching for a new home. So, Akaza wasn’t surprised to return home to (Y/n) scrolling through their phone and humming in complication each time they happened upon a house that piqued their interest. 

“Welcome home,” (Y/n) greeted as Akaza entered the living room to sit on the couch. 

“Thanks. How’s the house-hunting going?” 

“It’s great. I scheduled a house tour for tomorrow afternoon. It’s a short commute from work, and the neighborhood seems peaceful enough,” (Y/n) grinned. 

“Oh, that’s… fantastic.” Akaza nodded, attempting to mirror (Y/n)’s excitement, and, judging by the frowned expression they gave him, he had failed. 

“Is something wrong?” 

“No, just worn out is all. Sorry, I couldn’t match the enthusiasm, but I’m happy for you (Y/n). You know you are a fighter.” 

“Me? A fighter because I survived a break-up. So many people go through the same thing too.” 

“But you got back on your feet, and that’s not always easy,” Akaza fiddled with his ring finger, and (Y/n) knew what he was referencing. He was engaged a couple of years ago, but his fiancé passed due to an illness before they officiated the marriage. 

(Y/n) placed their hand over Akaza’s, who directed his attention back to them, “We’ve both been put through the wriggle and are doing well for ourselves now.” 

“Right,” Akaza nods, “So tomorrow afternoon, right?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Do you… do you think you will move there?” 

“Yeah, it’s a strong possibility. The house tour will be the real driving factor.” 

“Oh well, I hope everything goes great for you tomorrow, (Y/n). You deserve it.” Akaza pats their back before heading to the kitchen. “Anyways, how about some (f/f) for dinner?” 

The way (Y/n)’s eyes lit up made Akaza’s heart soar to his head. He may have sent his best wishes, but it scared him to think about them moving away. 

…

The commute back from the house tour was a glossy blur to (Y/n). It went south in the worst way possible. They thought they had gotten over (E/n). That whatever that cheater was up to nowadays wouldn’t matter. However, all of that was proven wrong today. 

What was even worst is that Akaza was waiting at the door when (Y/n) returned, so they wouldn’t be able to hide their red, tear-stained face. His tense shoulders dropped upon seeing their expression.

“(Y/n), what happened?” His heart was torn in two as they hid their face behind their hands and delved further into sobs.

“It was (E/n).” 

Akaza tensed back up. Pure anger sewed his heart back up at the mention of that cheating bastard. “What did they do?” 

“They were also looking at the house with their partner. Their partner knew about his relationship with me the whole time. They told me it was no wonder (E/n) had to cheat on me, and they’re right.” 

“No, they’re not.” 

“Akaza, you should have seen (E/n)’s partner. They’re an eleven-out-of-ten, and I’m below a five-out-of-ten.” 

“(Y/n), those two are idiots. Idiotic fools! (E/n) missed out on you, and I think it’s good because someone with a heart of gold you have isn’t worth being with a fool.” Akaza spat, bringing (Y/n)’s hands down from their face so he could look them dead in the eye. “You are worth so much more than (E/n) could ever have given you. As you said a while back, they’re a lazy sack of potatoes who only uses people for money.” 

“But their partner-”

“Is blind to who they are,” Akaza interrupted. “But I’m not blind.” 

“What do-” Once again (Y/n) was interrupted, but it was by Akaza’s lips this time. They pulled back, and Akaza mirrored, “Akaza, you deserve someone better.” 

“I already found them. That is if you feel the same.” 

“…” (Y/n) leaned back in, and the kiss started back up again, a little more heated than the first one. The need for air is the only thing that kept it from going on forever.  

“I love you, (Y/n),” Akaza breathed out. “I’ll be damned if anyone makes you feel like you aren’t worthy of being loved.” 

“I love you too, Akaza.” 

[non-tyrannical-usa]

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WHY IS MY SHOWER

CREAKING MOANING SCREAMING SIGHING SCREECHING SINGING SHRIEKING CRYING

LIKE:

• A KETTLE

• CICADAS

• A GOING TRAIN

• A BLOODY VICTORIAN GHOST OF A TODDLER CRYING

• AN OLD LAWNMOWER THAT SMOKED FOR FORTY YEARS

• AN OPERA SINGER WHO'S GLORY DAYS HAVE PASSED AND HAD TURNED TO SMOKING AND HARD DRUGS

• TWO ROBOTS DOING COITUS