#you don't actually have to answer this question

[celticjade13]

That isn't the transcript. I heard there was a fake one going around, and it looks like this is it. I pasted the real transcript and linked the source below. Also there's a video so you can confirm for yourself what was said. Trump & Vance are just as terrible and Zelenskyy is just as good, so I don't know why there's a fake one?

J.D. Vance: For four years, in the United States of America, we had a president who stood up in press conferences and talked tough about Vladimir Putin, and then Putin invaded Ukraine and destroyed a significant chunk of the country. The path to peace and the path to prosperity is maybe engaging in diplomacy. We tried the pathway of Joe Biden, of thumping our chest and pretending that the president of the United States’ words mattered more than the president of the United States’ actions. What makes America a good country is America engaging in diplomacy. That’s what President Trump is doing.

Volodymyr Zelensky: He [Putin] occupied various parts of Ukraine in 2014. During that time, it was President Obama, then President Trump, then President Biden, and now it’s President Trump and he will stop him [Putin]. But during 2014, nobody stopped him. He just occupied and took. He killed people. From 2014 till 2022, the situation was the same—people have been dying on the contact line and nobody stopped him. We had a lot of conversations with him, including a bilateral conversation. As a new president in 2019, I signed with him a cease-fire deal alongside Macron and Merkel. All of them told me that he will never go. We also signed a gas contract with him. But after all of that, he broke the cease-fire. He killed our people, and he didn’t exchange prisoners. We signed the exchange of prisoners, but he didn’t do it. What kind of diplomacy, J.D., are you speaking about? What do you mean?

Vance: I’m talking about the kind of diplomacy that’s going to end the destruction of your country. [Zelensky begins to respond] Mr. President, with respect, I think it’s disrespectful for you to come to the Oval Office and try to litigate this in front of the American media. Right now, you guys are going around and forcing conscripts to the front lines because you have manpower problems—you should be thanking the president for trying to bring an end to this conflict.

Zelensky: Have you ever been to Ukraine to see what problems we have? Come once.

Vance: I’ve actually watched and seen the stories, and I know what happens is you bring people on a propaganda tour, Mr. President. Do you disagree that you’ve had problems bringing people in your military, and do you think that it’s respectful to come to the Oval Office of the United States of America and attack the administration that is trying to prevent the destruction of your country?

Zelensky: First of all, during the war, everybody has problems, even you. But you have a nice ocean and don’t feel [the problems] now. But you will feel it in the future.

Donald Trump: You don’t know that.

Zelensky: God bless, you will not have war.

Trump: Don’t tell us what we’re going to feel. We’re trying to solve a problem.

Zelensky: I’m not. I’m answering the question that…

Trump: You’re in no position to dictate what we’re going to feel. We’re going to feel very good.

Zelensky: You are going to feel influenced…

Trump: We’re going to feel very good and very strong. You’re, right now, not in a very good position. You’ve allowed yourself to be in a very bad position. You don’t have the cards right now with us. [Zelensky continues speaking] You’re gambling with the lives of millions of people. You’re gambling with World War Three. You’re gambling with World War Three, and what you’re doing is very disrespectful to this country that’s backed you far more than a lot of people say they should have.

Vance: Have you said thank you once?

Zelensky: A lot of times.

Vance: No, in this entire meeting, have you said thank you? You went to Pennsylvania and campaigned for the opposition in October. Offer some words of appreciation for the United States of America and the president who’s trying to save your country.

Zelensky: Please, you think that if you will speak very loudly…

Trump: He is not speaking loudly. Your country is in big trouble.

Zelensky: I know. Can I ask…

Trump: No, no, you’ve done a lot of talking. Your country is in big trouble.

Zelensky: I know.

Trump: You’re not winning this. You have a damn good chance of coming out okay because of us.

Zelensky: Mr. President, we are staying strong in our country. From the very beginning of the war we’ve been alone and we are thankful. I said thank you in this cabinet.

Trump: We gave you, through this stupid president, $350 billion. We gave you military equipment. Your men are brave but they have used our military equipment. If you didn’t have our military equipment, this war would have been over in two weeks.

Zelensky: In three days, yes. I heard it from Putin.

Trump: It’s going to be a very hard thing to do business like this.

Vance: Just say thank you.

Zelensky: I said thank you—I say thank you to the American people.

Vance: Accept that there are disagreements, and let’s go litigate those disagreements, rather than trying to fight it out in the American media, when you’re wrong. We know that you’re wrong.

Trump: You see, I think it’s good for the American people to see what’s going on. I think it’s very important. That’s why I kept this going so long. You have to be thankful. You don’t have the cards. You’re buried there. You people are dying. You’re running low on soldiers. Listen, you’re running low on soldiers. It would be a damn good thing. Then you tell us, “I don’t want to cease fire. I don’t want to cease fire.” If you could get a cease-fire right now, I tell you, you take it so the bullets stop flying and your men stop getting killed.

Zelensky: Yes, of course I want to stop the war. But, as I’ve said to you, with guarantees. Ask our people about the cease-fire, what do they think.

Trump: That wasn’t me. That was with a guy named Biden, who was not a smart person. That was with Obama, who gave you sheets. I gave you javelins. I gave you the javelins to take out all those tanks. Obama gave you sheets. In fact, the statement is Obama gave sheets and Trump gave javelins. You got to be more thankful, because, let me tell you, you don’t have the cards. With us, you have the cards, but without us, you don’t have any cards. It’ll be a tough deal to make because the attitudes have to change.

Source:

the transcript btw. It was hard to make it out on the video because of the blowhards yelling and me feeling incandescently blind and deaf with rage

oh, to have a leader with the moral fiber and strong backbone that Zelenskyy has

[mythalism]

i think whats so interesting about the severe fumble of the dragon age elves is how i get the feeling that the devs underestimated how many people identify so strongly with them, even outside of the cultures they are most often cited as analogous to. you dont have to be indigenous or jewish to see yourself or your family or your people in their struggle. anyone who has ever experienced racism, xenophobia, religious persecution, or any sort of social and economic discrimination can find themselves reflected in the elves of thedas. anyone who has experienced poverty. anyone who has ever experienced the threat of sexual violence. perhaps not all of the experience would resonate but some aspect of it would. and even if they weren't so universally relatable, they should have been treated better for the way they do so clearly mimic real world experiences of genocide, racism and discrimination and the implications of veilguard's message to just "forget the past and move on" is frankly disgusting when viewed as an answer to the same questions faced daily by the real world cultures they reflect, and yesterday's anon showed that brilliantly.

but im also fascinated by the thought process behind how they just got so readily written off as an irrelevant monolith. it feels like they thought it would make no difference for players to lose this major point of connection to the world. epler's comment about how the "elves had their time to shine" haunts my nightmares. where are they getting these ideas from like genuinely? i dont understand where this conception of the players being sick of elves comes from. sick of solas, sure. even ancient elves. this is a widely expressed sentiment all over the internet and i don't blame people for it. but modern elves? city elves and enslaved elves and new dalish clans? are people actually saying this somewhere? or did they just conflate people being sick of how over-exposed solas and ancient elves were with being tired of elves as a people? did they think that requests for more dwarf and qunari lore meant people wanted the elves to be narratively absent? and did they really try to remedy that with giving titan/harding a throwaway line about how the elves have "thrived" while they suffered? and not actually really giving the dwarves or qunari anything substantial anyway? or did they fear criticism for writing them "wrong" and decided it was better to barely write them at all? did they think the players just wouldn't care? did they think at all?

[starboye]

starring: vinnie hacker x male reader

request: imagine vinnie, femboy!reader, and the rest of their friend group are hanging out playing truth or dare and reader chooses dare, so noah beck dares reader to give him a lap dance and readers does it with no problem and noah has his hands all over readers ass and everyone is cheering… except for vinnie and for the rest of the night vinnie has a slight attitude with reader so on the drive back reader is tired of the silent treatment and reaches over to to vinnie and unbuckles his pants and gives him some road head and he sucks vinnie off the whole way home and when they finally arrive vinnie has already came twice and reader finally gets up and slips his thong that he was wearing and gives it to vinnie and gets out the car and as reader is walking back to their apartment he flips his skirt up to show vinnie his ass and vinnie jumps out the car and sprints to catch up with reader

warnings: smut, cursing, road head (dont suck dick and drive), lap dance, oral sex, deepthroat, teasing

game night was normal thing for your friend group, and tonight was no different than any other one, all of you cracking jokes and having fun until noah asked you truth or dare and you chose dare "i dare you to give me a lap dance" noah smirks and without hesitation you accept leaving vinnie smoldering as you straddled noahs lap.

the group was cheering you on as you grinded on noahs lap, his hands finding their way to smack and grab your ass, grinding you deeper on him until you finally called it and got up "my bad for stealing your boy vin" noah laughed to which vinnie gave a dry chuckle.

bringing you closer to him when you cuddled back next to him on the couch, the rest of the night vinnie is pretty distant, anytime you ask him a question or anything he just grumbles a short answer, after the night you all head home, but for you the drive was fairly silent apart from the sound of the tires on the road.

"you gonna keep giving me the silent treatment or do you actually wanna talk" you ask vinnie but he still stays silent so you take matters into your own hands, leaning over and taking vinnie cock out of his pants and sinking your mouth onto it and sucking him off, vinnie letting out some moans, pushing your head further down on his cock.

and without warning he cums sown your throat but that doesn't stop your from continuing to suck him off, his dick getting hard again from your tongue running all over it "fuck yeah just like that keep going" vinnie groans trying to focus on the road but god you just suck him off so well.

"you still mad at me" you ask kissing up his neck, replacing your mouth with your hand instead jerking him off "not as much now i guess" he says pushing your head back down to suck him off again, and with the sight off your ass swaying the air and his cock down your throat it was no surprise he came again.

he was so happy to finally see the parking lot to your apartment, pulling in and immediately turning to kiss you before you pull away, slipping your pretty thong off and giving it to him "don't keep me waiting now" you step out of the car and lift your skirt to show him your delicious ass to which he's quickly getting out the car and chasing after you.

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[k-germsworld]

Special Encounter

Sowon x M! Reader x Eunha x Yuju

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Gfriend just finished their schedule in Japan. After the schedule, their manager gave them an extra day to travel in Japan. That night, Sowon, Eunha and Yuju were dining at the hotel restaurant and discussing their usual schedules or their own problems; while Yerin, Sinb and Umji were on a shopping spree. They discussed it while having dinner. At this time, an enthusiastic foreigner recognized them as Gfriend and walked over to say hello. Since Yuju is the only one who speaks English better among the three of them, most of the conversations are between Yuju and the foreigner. Originally, the foreigner just wanted to have dinner in the hotel restaurant, but he didn't expect that the restaurant was full today. He wanted to leave the hotel and go to the restaurant outside to settle his dinner, but just when he was about to leave, he found Gfriend so he came over to say hello. Knowing this, Sowon asked Yuju to invite him to sit down for dinner. They introduced themselves briefly to each other. The foreigner's name is Nick.

Nick asked them many questions enthusiastically, and Yuju also helped to translate and answer his questions. Because of the chatter, he proposed to order a bottle of red wine, which of course was served by him. The members also agreed. They've been chatting for almost an hour, and they've ordered a second bottle of red wine. They were already getting a little drunk but Nick didn't feel it at all.  At this time, Eunha blushed and added some food. Three of them didn't speak much because they were a little drunk. "Oppa, do you want to have some fun with us?" At this time, Yuju said something unexpected with drunkenness. “How?” Nick was intrigued by Yuju's sudden words. “We want to get fucked by big cock." Sowon answered Nick in non-standard English. "We never tasted big cock before, do you want to fuck us all at once?" Eunha continued to say. Nick heard their answer, and nodded with a lewd smile. Sowon asks the waiter for the bill. Afterwards, they took Nick to their room. Once inside the room, Nick shows his sexual desire and kisses Eunha directly. He has seen all the performance videos of them. He especially likes Eunha Bloom's stage performance. That performance showed her sexy thighs and cuteness yet sexiness.. He also likes Sowon's stage at NYEL the most because Sowon's cleavage is perfectly displayed on that stage and Yuju is her pole dancing in Mago MV. He has lots of fantasies about Yuju's pole dancing and about fucking all three of them someday.

Eunha was startled by his sudden kiss, but his kiss gave her a sexual desire that Asian boys don't have. Sowon and Yuju couldn't help but start touching his cock. They were intimidated by the length of his cock while stroking it. They only hear that foreigners have very long dicks, but they don't know how big they actually are. But after they touched it today, they realized that foreigners indeed have big dicks. He saw Sowon and Yuju keep touching his cock, so he took off his pants and he took out his non-erect cock.  Eunha continued to be tongue-kissed by him. Her mouth was already full of Nick's saliva and a little saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth. Sowon and Yuju touched Nick's still-erect cock in amazement. The two of them spat on his cock and distributed their saliva evenly over every part of his cock. His cock was getting bigger and bigger because of their stroking until it was fully erect. They are surprised together. Nick says his dick can be as long as 25cm. At this time, he pressed Eunha down. Now the members are all kneeling in front of Nick's cock. Sowon took his cock in her hand and fondled it, while Yuju had already started putting the cock in her mouth. Yuju slowly put the first half of his cock into her mouth. It's only the first half, but the cock is already up her throat. Eunha, who was watching from the side, could only lick his testicles with her tongue. Three Gfriend members are lasciviously sucking their foreign fan. Nick put his hands behind his back, silently enjoying their blowjob. For an open foreign country, 3P is a very common thing but now he gets his cock blown by three girls at the same time, which makes him so excited .

Yuju spat out the cock in exchange for Eunha putting it in her mouth. Because of Eunha's unskilled movements, he wanted to tease her. Nick grabbed her hair and thrust his whole cock into her mouth. He stuck his long and thick cock in her mouth, his cock was completely deep in her mouth and even up to her throat. He couldn't let go of her mouth in excitement, until she patted his leg. He was willing to take his dick out after she patted his leg. She was able to breathe now.  Sowon watched he fuck Eunha's mouth and excitedly expect him to fuck her too.  Sure enough, he stuffed his cock into Sowon’s mouth this time. He thrust her mouth so hard that made her drool so much from being thrust. However, she didn't feel any suffering and his cock like it disappeared in her mouth. After a while he took his cock out, his cock had her drool on it. Sowon continued to lick his cock head while Eunha and Yuju each licked the side of his cock. In addition, the two of them stroked his testicles with their hands. He felt three warm, horny mouths at the same time for the first time.

"Ding dong..." The doorbell of the room suddenly rang.  Eunha saw that the three of them were busy, so she went naked to answer the door. "Room service..." said the waiter when he saw the door open. She saw the waiter's nameplate with "Bill" and knew he was a foreigner and pulled the waiter into the room. Bill saw her standing naked in front of him, and also saw Sowon being fucked and Yuju being licked on the bed after he entered the room. When he came to his senses, Eunha had already taken off his pants and his cock was being held by her. She licked the head of his cock and slowly put his cock into her mouth. After a while, Eunha was already being thrust into her mouth by Bill's cock although he was still dazed just now. After grasping the situation, he was already thrusting her.  He took his cock out and slathered his cock with Eunha's drool as lubricant.  He saw that her pussy was soaking wet and put his cock in it. He slowly thrust into her, but since his cock was also big, Eunha moaned as soon as he went in. At the same time, Yuju was also licked to orgasm.  Nick decides to put her aside and concentrate on fucking Sowon. His cock was already halfway in Sowon's pussy, but he kept pushing it in even deeper.

Sowon stops her action and strips her clothes off, revealing her hot body and her huge tits.  Eunha and Yuju followed her steps and took off their clothes too.  Although everyone has their clothes off, Eunha's and Yuju's figures look a bit underwhelming compared to Sowon's, but he doesn't mind. "Woah! What a nice bodies!!" He was amazed by their hot figures.He then pushed Eunha and Yuju down on the bed and fingered their pussy. Sowon was standing between them and Nick was licking Sowon's tits. Three of them moaned louder the harder Nick moved. Sowon buried his head into her chest, motioning for him to continue licking. While Eunha and Yuju's panties were teasingly drenched by his fingers. At this moment, Eunha stood up and pushed Sowon away. She spread her legs open for him and asked him to lick her pussy. He took off her wet panties, and kept stroking the periphery of Eunha's pussy with his fingers. "Faster come in please" Eunha already can’t wait. After he heard it, he inserted his fingers in and used his mouth to lick her cunt.  His powerful blowjob makes her cum in no time. The bed sheets in the hotel are full of her horny juices.  Her body was shaking constantly, and she praised his skill. He gives her a break and turns his target to the other two. At this time, Sowon and Yuju had already taken off all their clothes, waiting for him to enjoy them.  He pushed them down. He fingered Yuju's pussy, and Sowon was licked by Nick's mouth. Yuju couldn't help but climb onto Sowon's body. Once she gets on top of Sowon, she kisses her. Both of them have a passionate kiss. Watching two beauties kissing made him very horny.  He looked at Yuju's perfect ass and couldn't help but spank her hard. The spanking made the two beauties stop the kissing. "Yes..... spank me harder and fuck me first." Yuju was so desperate to get fuck right now. "Shut up bitch..... Don't you ever command me!" He then attacked her ass. He kept licking her asshole.  "Oh ..... fuck .... you are so good in licking my ass ." Sowon couldn't bear to watch Yuju get her ass licked, so she took Nick's cock with her hand and put it in her pussy. His cock felt her soaking wet pussy and began to pump her slowly.  He was now licking Yuju's asshole while fucking Sowon and Eunha slowly recovered from her orgasm.

Nick was fucking Sowon fast. He watching her delighted in being fucked hard by the huge cock.  "Sowon , you are so tight ....... Fuck!" He picked her up and lay on the bed with her straddling on him.  She searched for his cock with her hands and adjusted her position so that his whole cock went straight into her pussy.  "Fuck, your cock fill me up so full !" Sowon swayed her body and put her hands on his chest.  He put his hand on her ass and controlled her to move up and down. When he gets excited, he slaps her ass, and her ass shows a palm print visible to the naked eye. He started to pump Sowon rapidly. "Oppa, I am gonna cum !" She was getting closer and closer to climax. "Me too. So where you want me to cum, you little slut ....." He also wanted to cum soon. "Just cum inside my horny pussy please ." She answered without shame. “As you wish.” He said with a smirk.  With that, he shot his first load into her pussy. “I can feel your hot semen is filling my pussy so well !” Her pussy is now full of his semen. Sowon was too tired so she laid on top of him to rest but he felt like he has not fucked them enough so he laid her on the bed while he leaned towards Yuju. At the same time, Eunha's hands were pinned to the ground while Bill fucked her in doggy style. Her cute moans made him want to fuck her harder. He started fucking her fast. Her groans grew louder with his strength.  He lifted her up and straddled her on him, and her view was on Sowon being fucked.  Eunha was bouncing up and down on his cock while watching Sowon being fucked. Soon, he cums because he hasn't had sex for a long time.  He cums in her pussy. She also got off him happily and fell asleep on the ground.

“Hey, slut. Are you resting enough? Suck my cock." Nick has no mercy on Yuju. She gets ordered by him and starts licking his cock. She sucked the cock that he had just fucked Sowon and sucked all the remaining semen. She was working his cock with her mouth and hands, her hand on the back of his cock while she licked the head of his cock with her tongue.  Instead of feeling tired from his cock just now, it was made bigger by her. She pushed his cock all the way down her throat, making his moan a little off guard. "Fuck..... Yuju, you are so good." Her drool completely covered every part of Nick's cock as she stroked it repeatedly. Seeing her working so hard, he decided to reward her. He touched her tits and teased.  Her tits are provocatively hard and wet. After that, he lay on the bed and let her on top of him. They are in 69 positions now. His tongue quickly stuck into her pussy while Yuju continued sucking his dick. His skill made her moan. They continue suck each other. After a while, she was bored of sucking his dick so she got down from him. "Oppa. fuck my ass please... " She knelt on the bed and raised her ass high. After seeing her sudden action, he didn't hesitate at all. He just patted her ass and started rubbing his cock head around her asshole. Nick spanked her ass hard and started pushing his cock up her asshole. "AHhhhhhhhhhh...... Why is your cock is so big? It feels so great inside my ass." He fucked her ass slowly. He grabbed her tits with his hands. She moaned excitedly as she got her ass fucked by a foreign cock for the first time. He also pumped faster because of her moans. She was so fucked that she couldn't hold herself up and fell onto the bed with her ass high in mid-air being fucked hard by him. "Fuck me harder oppa ahh......." He heard and fucked her even faster.  Before long, he cums in her asshole. Thick semen came out of her asshole and he took the semen from her asshole and sent it into her mouth with his hands. "It tastes so good," She tasted his semen. He smiled with satisfaction.

At this time, Bill and Nick exchanged glances and understood what the other was thinking from the eyes.  So, Bill walked in Yuju's direction, and Nick walked in Eunha's direction.  Yuju took a break, but was suddenly fucked by Bill's cock in her pussy.  Nick thrust his cock into Eunha's pussy and he grabbed her thigh and lifted her into the air. Bill pushed his cock all the way into Yuju's drenched pussy, and it was so wet that Bill pushed it all the way to the deepest. And because Eunha was held in the air, Nick's cock was completely pushed into her pussy, and she was fucked hard. "Fuck... your cock so good in me..." The girls said in unison. The mans keep fucking the girls. The girls have been fucked out of their minds. The girls were fucked so hard that they couldn't say anything and could only moan. It didn't take long for them to feel like they were going to cum because their pussy is so tight. Nick puts Eunha on the ground and fucks her in a missionary position.  After a few thrust in her tight pussy, he felt like he was going to cum so he took his cock out of her pussy and shot his semen in her mouth. Eunha opened her mouth wide to allow all of his cum to go into her mouth. Because there was so much cum, some of it went on her face, but she didn’t care. She swallowed his thick load and kissed his cock head as a thanks. His dick gets an instant boner after her kiss on his dick. The other side, Bill thrust Yuju quickly, grabbing her soft tits. He also followed his rhythm and kept pumping her pussy. Because of the continuous penetration of his big cock, she was very excited and kept moaning for him to continue fuck her until he came inside her. Her moans turned him on even more so he increased his speed. When he felt he was about to cum, he thrust deep into her and shot all his load into her. "Hey, slut. Clean my mess with your mouth." He pulled out his dick and pointed it at her face. Yuju doesn’t mind being humiliated and takes great pleasure in cleaning his cock with her mouth. "Fuck, your mouth is born to be licking my dick!"  He groaned because of her sloppy blowjob. When she felt that she had licked his cock clean, she spit it out. Then she let him see how much cum was in her mouth. Afterwards, she swallowed the cum and collapsed on the bed. 

The girls were twitching so hard as if their orgasm never stopped. Nick and Bill watched them gasping for breath. They still wanted to keep fucking because their dicks were still hard from the girls’ blowjobs. However, they seeing the girls are tired enough to sleep they didn't want to fuck them anymore.  At this time, the man noticed Sowon still lying on the bed. Because she was laying down, her tits looked very firm. Bill, who saw this, walked quickly to her and tasted her tits. His drool filled her tits.  He licked her nipples with his tongue too, making it hard and wet.  His hand was on her other tits and nipple. Then, Nick also comes over to her. He licked her pussy and kept teasing her clitoris with his hands. Her sensitive clit being licked making her pussy drenching. “Stop teasing me, I want both of your cock inside my holes right now.” The teasing from both of them made her moan involuntarily.

Hearing her request, Bill stopped playing with her tits and he straddled on her neck. Then, he put his cock in her mouth. "Your mouth is so deep, you can take my dick all the way in." He kept pushing his cock deep inside until it hit her throat. She choked up as she took all his length inside her mouth because she was laying. Then, Nick pushed his cock all the way into her pussy again. “Sowon, you are such a slut. Your pussy is still tight like just now.“ Her pussy was still as tight as before, making him moan. They  ignored her sensations and pumped her every hole. Nick held her long legs in mid-air. He smelled her feet. The smell of her feet was like an aphrodisiac to him. He even licked her toes. Her legs were covered by her saliva. He enjoyed her legs so much and pushed his cock inward until it reached the deepest of her pussy. 

Sowon was so enjoyed being fucked by two cocks at once. She wanted to let out a moan but couldn't make any sound because her mouth was still stuffing Bill's cock. "Sowon, you're such a slut. You feel so happy while two big cocks are using your holes.” Bill lets loose his wild side and continues to humiliate her while fucking her mouth. She couldn't say anything but nodded with a slight smile. “Do you like having both of your holes filled with two big cocks?"He pulled out his cock from her mouth and asked her. “Yes, please. Just destroy me with both of your cocks.” Sowon is already craving cock to the point of losing her mind. “How do you want to get filled by our cocks?” Bill asked with a smirk on his face and he lay on the bed. “Say no more.” Nick, the one who keep fucking her tight pussy know what Bill want to do so he put her on top of Bill. He quickly stuffed his cock into her drenched pussy while her ass is facing Nick. Then, Nick lubed his dick with his saliva and pushed his dick inside her ass. "Damn it, this is too much. I can't take it anymore." She moaned when the cock was put into her ass hole. The men pumped in and out of Sowon's hole in sync. Due to the continuous thrusting, her tits kept shaking, causing Bill, who was lying underneath, to involuntarily play with her tits. “You are better than your members. You are indeed a well-trained bitch who get fucked many times.”  Nick kept spanking her butt until it was covered with red marks and insulting her.“Yes, I am a well-trained bitch who craves for many dicks inside all my holes at once. Just fuck me harder as you like.” Sowon had already lost her mind and had many dirty talks. The room was filled with the sound of their body collision. 

Bill pulled her closer to him and had a passionate kiss with her. They are also sucking each other's tongues. The kissing sound made by them was so horny that Nick can only envy. Then, Nick pulls her up and her back is leaned against his body and he finally can have a passionate kiss with Sowon. They kissed so hard that their saliva was flowing out. The men took turns pulling her closer to them and kissing her, but they didn't stop pumping her continuously. “I am gonna cum.” The man says in unison. With that, they didn't even give her a chance to try and stop them before they cummed into the holes they were fucking. “Ah…. It’s so great, both of my holes can fill with so much semen!” She felt the warm cum fill in her hole at the same time. Her holes are flowing out with many semen after they pull out their dick. They look very satisfied after seeing Sowon was filled by their cum. She is laying down on the bed after the intense sex. “Wake up, bitch. You are still not yet done with us.” Nick pulled her up from the bed. "You still have one job, which is to help us clean our dicks." Bill said that while his hand was still stroking his dick. Sowon was already numb because of the intense sex she had just now but her action was different. She was already on her fours on the bed and each of her hands grabbing each dick and stroking on it. “Use your mouth to clean it, not your hands.” Nick instructed her. She started servicing their cocks with her mouth. While she had one cock in her mouth, she would stroke the other with her hands. Sometimes she would take both cocks in her mouth at the same time and lick their glans with her tongue. "Fuck... How can your mouth be so good in this?" They moaned. 

Nick can’t stand it anymore, so when she takes his dick in her mouth, he simply grabs her head and starts facefucking her. Bill can only watch as Nick fucks her face. Soon, when Sowon takes a breather from Nick's cock, Bill knows it's his turn. He quickly pulled her over and pushed his cock into her mouth as she gasped for air. He moved his waist so that his cock could penetrate her mouth. “So warm and fucking good!” He moaned. When she catches her breath again, it's Nick's turn to shove his cock into her mouth. They both take turns pounding her pretty face. After a while of fucking, Nick wanted to cum. So he grabbed Sowon's head and fucked her mouth quickly. When he felt like he was about to cum, he pulled out his dick. “Your pretty face deserved to be cum on it.” He shot all his cum on her face and she just closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of it on her face. “You still cum so much on my face. I fucking love it.” Sowon loved the feeling when the warm cum was cumming on her face. She helps him to clean his dick again. When she is finished with Nick, now Bill could have her mouth all to himself. He grabbed her head roughly and pumped rapidly into her mouth. Because of the rapid thrusting, her hole was dripping with semen, and the semen on her face was slowly dripping onto the bed. She couldn't make any sound, only the "gag" sound. It didn't take long for him to release all his cum into her mouth because of his rapid thrusting. “Oh Fuck, I just wanted you to clean my cock, but your mouth made me cum so fast. You're indeed a natural cum bucket. Just swallow my fucking cum." Sowon followed his instructions and swallowed all the semen he cum into her mouth. She also used her mouth to clean the semen left on his cock again. After doing these things, she collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. 

Seeing the three of them collapse on the bed and fall asleep exhausted, the men had no choice but to put their clothes back on and leave the room. "These Asian girls were too good to fuck .Their tightness , their wetness and their skill is better than my country girls." Nick said excitedly. “These three are truly the best women I have ever fucked. Especially the sexy woman we fuck together just now, she is so hot and skillful in the bed.” Bill agrees with Nick and quickly returns to his post. Sowon, Eunha and Yuju fell asleep tired and happy from being fucked so hard. Their bodies smelled of sweat and the sperm of the two foreigners. Waking up another day, they find themselves naked in bed and asleep.  They felt their bodies were very sore. Thinking back to yesterday, they remembered that they drank a lot of alcohol yesterday and had intense sex with the foreigner. However, they don't regret it because they loved it so much. After this incident, Sowon, Eunha and Yuju are all in love with foreign big dicks and they didn't tell the other three members.

[cricketcat9]

The very weird feeling when I actually don't have to lie answering the question "do you exercise?" at the doctor. The doctor also looks a bit stumped, not having to deliver the sermon.

Dentist confessional. Like, forgive me doctor for I have sinned. I have partaken of the wine. Not only that, but the coffee and the tea. I consume carbonated beverages regularly. I eat sweets such as saltwater taffy and caramels. On the weekend, if I sleep in, I only brush my teeth at night. And then the dentist is like, "and are you flossing, my child?" and they just have to look away

[wlwsoccerfics]

What about my future?(MagdaErikssonXPernilleHarderXTeenReader)

Summary: a few months after your debut for FC Bayern Munich you do your ACL.

You just got home from your ACL surgrey. Your moms have picked you up from the hosptial. You had your debut for the A Team of FC Bayern Munich 8 months ago. Back then you were still 15 years old. Now you were 16 and dealing with the one thing no football player ever wants to deal with. The three bad Letters ACL.

When you went down on the pitch you felt right away what had happened. You just knew.

Your Mom helped you sit down on the Couch, placing your knee on a pillow.

"thank you, Mom!" You told Pernille.

"you don't have to thank me, Angel." She told you. Your momma walked over with your pain meds and a bottle of water.

"here älskling. your pain meds. take them and then maybe get some sleep?" Magda suggested.

"thanks momma!" You took the pain meds and sipped some water before placing the bottle aside on the coffee table.

"vad händer om min karriär är över?" ( what if my career is over?) You suddenly asked. Looking at your moms. It was a question that has been going through your mind since you teared your ACL five days ago. It was a constant thought actually. Your moms both looked at one another and then at you. Surprised by what has been on your mind. So they sat down.

"vi ved ikke, hvordan fremtiden bliver." ( we don't know what the future is gonna be like. ) Your Mom admitted.

" men vad vi vet är att du har vårt stöd!" ( but what we know is that you have our support! ) Your momma replied.

"i am scared." You admitted, tearing up. Your momma quickly wrapping an arm around your waist to give you a side hug while your Mom gently patted your good knee.

"we know. and we understand. but love you are so young still and you have all the time in the world for a comeback. However that might look like." Your Mom answered.

"we believe in you! And so should you." Your momma said. You nodded your head softly.

"thank you momma! Thank you Mom! For the kind words! They are deeply appreciated." You let them know. Sniffling softly but still managing to smile.

"Angel, you don't have to thank us! We will always be there to support you! It's our Job as your parents! You know?" Your mom answered. This made you chuckle softly.

"well you and momma do a really good job. I always feel very loved and supported by both of you!" You admitted.

"glad to hear you say that!" Your momma told you. Smiling at you. Your Mom was smiling as well.

"so now Focus on your recovery and think good thoughts! Plus you still have some homework to catch up on." Your Mom told you and you groaned dramatically.

"can i take a step away from school for a while?" You asked.

"absolutely not!" Both your moms said at the same time.

"damn, was worth a try!" You answered with a sheepishly smug smile.

[frownyalfred]

I remember you made a post a long while back about how both Gordon and Perry know but don't know, about Bruce and Clark being The Bat and Superman

Do you think there's anyone else like that in Gotham or Smallville? Just a random person who has met them out if the suit and something happens that makes it just click in their head like "oh"

But they also know the masks are important so keep quiet. But they're always the first to defend Brucie online, or read every article written by one C. Kent

I’m sure there’s a bunch of people who have a few puzzle pieces each, but rarely ALL of the pieces they need to put it all together. People who might notice something odd with Bruce Wayne or Clark Kent, who might have assumptions or ideas of what those pieces mean, but who aren’t necessarily motivated to put it all together. Most people don’t want to ask questions they don’t want to know the answer to. Sometimes wondering in the safety of your own mind is even too much. Sometimes it’s better to move on and file that odd moment away for later consideration.

Those who DO know — I always have this theory that they either accept it with a worrying amount of loyalty and/or obsession, or the knowledge actually drives them a little bit crazy. Especially in Gotham. Both are extremes.

[kings-highway]

Is there a particular dynamic between two captains in the captain squad that you like most?

shoutout to Daichi/Kuroo, and, of course, my beloved Daichi/Oikawa. Honestly Daichi/Oikawa probably win for the literal answer to your question, but thats not who I feel like talking about today...

the single best and most underrated captains' dynamic is (platonic) Ushijima and Bokuto

now anyone who's been following me for a while will know this, but I am obssessed with the idea that these two are natural friends. We *know* Ushijima's preferred friend category is "loud and excitable and crazy" and I feel like he's most comfortable when someone else is taking the lead. Plus, he's a perfect sounding board for all of Bokuto's most insane thoughts because he's judgement free. Plus, we know Bokuto leans towards mean people (Akaashi is SO mean be for real) and would probably get a riot out of Ushijima saying true things to people

combined with the fact that they probably met at nationals at least once, I love the idea that they faced off in their first year (Shiratorizawa beat Fukurodani, but they were both sub players at the time) and Bokuto has simply NEVER let the grudge go even tho their teams never faced off again at nationals. Which is why he gets up in Hinata's business about taking Ushiwaka down and not wanting people to be intimidated by him. the way you don't want your friends to have super cool nicknames and be super indimidating. gotta knock em down a peg.

I think these two cause the absolute most chaos because despite his serious nature Ushijima is incredibly directable and easily coerced into things and Bokuto would just say something like "well *obviously* we have to do this insane thing because [insert technically literally correct but terrible justification]" and Ushijima would just nod because it's technically literally correct and go along with it. Bokuto would, like, convince him some stupid kids toy is actually incredibly cool and important and good and they'd spend 4 days traveling the country looking for it and Ushijima would enjoy every goddamn second of Bokuto badly singing at the top of his lungs.

Bokuto and Ushijima would also give Akaashi twelve different ulcers every time they went out together because Ushiwaka sometimes just comes home without Bo and is like "he told me to leave him in the pit I did as told" and Aksaashi is like "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'PIT????'"

Also post timeskip they have that wonderful Msby V Adlers rivalry. they can workout together and talk about their mutual love of athletics and really encourage each other's worse tendencies.

[rafessweetgirl]

better than the movies / rafe cameron

a/n: if ur seein this its my first fic on here <3 hope its good, i actually don't hate it. it's long for my first tho.

word count / 1.3k

to you, love was just something people found in the movies. it was fiction. you had given up on finding love a long time ago.

but here you were. looking at him and feeling so much love. rafe cameron. you smiled to yourself. how did you get here? how did you even know that you loved him? that you were in love with him? you just knew.

if someone had told you that you'd be here in bed, spending your early morning with rafe, you wouldn't have laughed. no, you would've looked at them like they were deranged. "are you fucking crazy?" you'd say. "never in a million years."

you hated each other. rafe was the biggest asshole ever and you were the only girl who wouldn't put up with his shit. in your eyes he was some spoiled brat who turned to drugs when things didn't go his way. you hated how everyone glorified rafe and ignored who he really was. and you were like a punching bag to him. you frustrated him immensely. he hit and hit and hit you over and over again. only you hit back. he was so used to running over people with no regard to their feelings. he had to admit, he enjoyed the fight a bit.

the first time you had seen rafe differently was at topper's party, last spring. it was hot and muggy outside. it had stopped raining a couple hours earlier, before the party started. you were out back, sitting on the edge of the pool with your best friend niya. there were people everywhere and you were starting to sweat. "i need out or im gonna die," you told niya. you got up and walked toward the house.

she shouted after you. "please don’t take your sweet time!"

you rolled your eyes and smiled.

i need to find a bathroom. i can get away from everybody in there.

you kept walking throughout the house knocking on and opening doors until you found one. finally, shit. when you opened the door all the way, you were met with an unfortunately familiar face.

"what the fuck?" he looked at you with disbelief.

"rafe?" you're kidding.

you were pissed now. you were hot and sweaty and just when you thought you had a chance to breathe you run into him.

"get out."

"gladly," you were about to turn around when you noticed something. his nose was red, his eyes watery. almost as if he’d been crying. "wait, were you crying?”

"get the fuck out, now."

"no, not until you answer my question."

he rolled his bloodshot eyes. "no, i wasn't crying."

"it's okay to have feelings rafe, i know you're not used to it."

that set him off. his tough exterior crumbled when he was around you. you never failed to get under his skin. he lunged for you, grabbing you by your arm before you could react. he dragged you inside the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind you, reaching down to lock it.

"and i know you're not used to being anything other than a fucking bitch."

while you would've fired back with some smart ass comment any other time, you weren't worried about his insults right now. no matter how rude he was to you, you were genuinely concerned. you'd never seen him show any emotion other than anger or annoyance.

"rafe, i'm serious. are you okay?" you asked softly. you and rafe stared at each other for what felt like years. he was scared now. he didn't show it but it felt like you could see right through his big, scary act. but he couldn't look away. you had him hypnotized and he could see the genuine worry in your eyes.

"what do you care?"

"im not as big of a bitch as you say i am. i have a heart."

he realized he had you against the door, your head caged between his arms. he stepped back and broke eye contact to stare at the ground.

"i just- i'm going through it right now." he dragged his hands down his face. "i dont wanna talk-" the tears were back.

you stepped towards him and wrapped your arms around his waist. the fuck? what is she doing? he stood there confused. the hug actually felt....good. so he let his arms hang and the tears fall.

"it's okay rafe, you don't even have to tell me."

he finally hugged you back. now he was sobbing, pouring his heart out into the hug. into you. you hugged him tighter. you were so sweet, he realized. he couldn't believe he spent all this time hating you, insulting you every chance he got. how could anyone hate this sweet, sweet girl? nobody had been there for him like this.

his father didn't believe in emotions. maybe that was why he was like this. he felt like he had to be an asshole. not because he wanted to but because if he didn't protect himself, who would?

rafe tucked his head into your shoulder. you smelled amazing, like strawberries and vanilla. it added to your sweetness.

"shhh it's okay." you rubbed his back. "let it all out."

so he did. and when he was done, he pulled away from you and you let him. your heart panged a little at the loss of warmth. but you were glad he let you in. it wasn't as hard as you thought because you genuinely were a good person. rafe just had it out for you for some reason. you acted how you did towards him in self defense.

"dont say shit about this to anyone." good ole rafe.

"oh im so ready to tell everyone," you deadpanned.

"seriously."

"i would never."

"thanks." he sniffled, glancing at you then at himself in the mirror. "really, thank you."

"anytime." you smiled that sweet smile. he hated that he actually liked it.

rafe found a hand towel then turned the sink on, wetting it. he turned it off and wiped his tears away. he looked at you one more time and actually smiled. you stepped out of the way as he reached for the door, opening it and walking out.

you hadn't talked to rafe for a couple months after that. you'd see him around but he'd make it a point not to look at you. at least not while you were looking at him.

it wasn’t until the beginning of summer that you’d heard from him again. you were lying in bed, watching the sunset out the opened doors of your balcony when he called you. how rafe got your number you couldn’t figure out (you make a mental note to ask him about it when he wakes up). but you picked up, and thank God you didn't hate him anymore or you would've hung up when you heard his voice.

thank God you didn't hate him.

he hated to admit it but, "i need you." he said. "please."

and so you ran out your room and drove over to tanneyhill without a second thought. and you were there for rafe. eventually it became routine. he would call you when he needed a shoulder to lean on.

suddenly, his hate for you was gone. maybe it had been love masked as hate.

rafe let you know that he was there for you too, of course. after being around a vunerable rafe for a while, you finally let him in.

you and rafe spent the whole summer together. at the end of everyday, you found yourself wrapped in his warm embrace. you pretty much lived at tanneyhill. being with him felt better than the all the movies you’d watched and the books you had read.

you made love. you argued. you cried in each others arms. you laughed together. and kissed. and held each other, and so much more. but most importantly, you loved each other. and looking at him now, lying on his stomach , the sunrise shining on his toned back, you realized love wasn't fiction. it was real. you had found love. or maybe it had found you.

rafe was love.

a/n: i thought my first fic would be a drabble or smth, but it kept goin and goin and goin. i have drabbles in my drafts and they'll prob turn into full on fics. hope smb see's this and loves it! i would love feed back and suggestions. i dont have a masterlist or anything yet so this is just me trying smth out, thanks @littlelamy for encouraging me. i’m dedicating this to you! <3

cute divider by @dollywons

[jscrawls]

Widows rest

My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, mentions of blood, self injury, drugging, ooc writing,

Part 19: a rose by any other name…

🔹🔹🔹

The lights of the city are absolutely dazzling tonight from your vantage point, thousands of twinkling little dots all connected to another human in some way or another like a blinking map of souls. Gothams quiet tonight, or as quiet as Gotham can ever be anyways.

He actually decorated a little bit before dragging you up here, a blanket and cooler pack sat just under the ledge and he somehow shoved a small bouquet of black roses in the mouth of the gargoyle statue, you're so picking on him later for that one.

But right now you're just both sitting together on the blanket, shoulders bumping and thighs pressed together as you share a bottle of wine. Some vintage brand that probably costs more than two months of your rent, not that you care to think about it as the bitter liquid warms your throat.

He's already staring when you turn to pass it back to him, blown out pupils and an uncharacteristic smile on his clean shaven face, he says nothing but when he grabs a napkin to wipe at your face you feel his affection warming your cheeks more than the wine could hope to.

“You're gonna embarrass me if you keep looking like that.” You murmur softly as you turn away to hide a small smile into the plush fluff of your chunky sweater, even after so many nights spent like this it catches you off guard when he devotes his full attention to you. He's so…. Intense, his loves a heavy thing.

“How am I looking at you? I'm just enjoying the view.”

You huff softly at the softly spoken flirt and take the wine bottle back from him before he can even take his turn, not that he protests of course, you wouldn't have been able to wrestle it out of his grasp if he didn't truly want you to have it. “You look at me like you have a crush on me.”

It's Bruce's turn to huff softly and roll his eyes, his shoulder bumping into yours before he moves to sling an arm over your shoulder and pull you firmly into his side. “oh wow, how embarrassing for me.”

You can feel the grating dry sarcasm in his voice.

It makes you snicker softly as your head drops against his shoulder with a soft little thump, his arm tightens around you as he grabs the bottle back and takes a long drink, you lazily watch the way his Adams apple bobs before you speak.

“it's very embarrassing, yeah. You're lucky I love you enough to ignore how mortifying it is.”

“TT, do you ever get tired of this?” his voice takes on a much softer edge than you were expecting after the childish taunting, the arm draped around you tightens and you feel his thumb start to slowly rub circles into your shoulder.

You could say a lot, continue to poke fun at him, tell him being his bully is your favorite hobby, But instead you just answer plainly.

“No, I don't think I ever will.”

His arm tightens around you and he leans his head against yours for a moment, inhaling your scent before he straightens again and takes a long swig of the wine, you don't miss the way he shakily exhales before passing the bottle back to you. You've only seen Bruce show signs of nerves a few times throughout the time you've been dating. You like to think you know when he needs to be pushed to open up and when he needs to be left to his own devices by now so you don't question him.

“excuse me a second….” he murmurs gruffly as he suddenly extracts himself from you, you glance at him in confusion for a second as he twists and clambers back onto the rooftop and silently disappears around an air-conditioning vent.

He doesn't return immediately so you return to city-watching by your lonesome, the near perpetual clouds obscure the moonlight but the cities bright in it's own way regardless. You'd once teased Bruce relentlessly for how he spoke of the city, you likened him to a sailor reminiscing his sea-beast. Told him you weren't sure if he was a man devoted or enthralled, loved it divinely or unable to escape it's twisted hold on him. Yet you teased him for it no more, because to love Bruce was to eventually love the wretched city in all her glory.

After a few moments you're pulled from your quiet kinda drunk musings by Bruce's warm baritone behind you.

“I have….a question for you….” he sounds unusually…. Off, behind you. Though when you turn you see why.

You feel like all the airs been sucked out of your lungs when you see Bruce down on one knee with a little black box in his hand, his his entire demeanor is almost boyishly nervous as you lock eyes.

You're very quick to react. “Is-is this- are you?…” The words Tumble out so quick you're surprised you didn't slur them out, your hands start to shake when he nods a little too quickly. “This is happening?”

He again nods quickly. “Yeah this is happening…do you…?”

This time you're the one nodding as you turn fully and look down at him, you nearly drop the wine bottle right off the edge of the building in your nerves. “Oh God…. Oh God I love you…”

You never pictured yourself being proposed to, and you certainly didn't picture yourself starting to cry like a baby if you ever were.

Bruce is trying to be the calm one here so he let's you have your moment, don't get it wrong this is the most afraid he's ever been of fucking something up in his life, but he's trying for your sake.

“That's a yes…. Yeah?” He can barely finish his words before you're cutting him off. “Yes! Yes it's a yes!”

Bruce feels like he can breathe properly again as you nod and try to stumble up off the ledge, but he quickly stops you and, with badly shaking hands, he tries to put the ring he'd painstakingly picked out on your left hand. And by trying he nearly drops it twice before he gets it in there and then he finally lets you stand, he does too so he can quickly wrap his arms around you.

“…. You're really agreeing to marry me….” He murmurs disbelievingly even as you weep happily into his shoulder, like he can't quite grasp that you said yes. You never quite realized how little you've seen him shaken up until this moment, but it just makes it all the more human to you. Bruce Wayne is trying not to cry on you all because you said yes.

“Obviously…like it's a hard choice to make…” you bury your face in his shoulder but he quickly lifts your head back up, his hand sliding down to cup your cheek to keep you in place.

“Yeah…. But it is…. I've spent a long time thinking about this, calculated the risks, and I'd like you to do the same thing before we jump the gu-” you cut him off with a kiss before he can start rambling about why you shouldn't agree or why you should wait this out.

You don't care about the risks his life brings, you don't care if you're gonna be in harms way, in the moment all you care about is the fact that this man wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

🔹🔹🔹

You're a jumbled mess of confused emotions by the time you wake up and process that dream, the other you was…a fucking sap. And even worse? So was Bruce.

You thought you couldn't feel anymore lost and confused in this world, yet clearly you were wrong.

Stumbling to the bathroom on unsteady feet to flick the light on and stare at the mirror, the face staring back isn't yours as much as it is, even if you've added sunken bloodshot eyes and uneasy scowls. The difference is this was a face that was loved, not just needed but wanted. The thought sets off some fight or flight instinct in you and you quickly turn the lights off before you break the damn mirror.

The streets are cold at this hour, chills creeping up your fingers and numbing them painfully even after all the movement. All you can do is tuck your gloved hands tighter into your hoodie pockets as you keep going, the large mansion somehow felt too small, too stifling with too much emotion in the air. Or maybe it was just you running away from your problems that got you here.

The hum of an old neon open sign calls to you like a siren and the chills creeping up your legs compels you to crack open the old heavy door and peek inside carefully.

A twenty-four hour gym greets you, peeling paint reveals old crumbling concrete walls and bright lights give the place an odd air of uncanny, like the backrooms thing Peter once showed you, it'll do.

A slightly wary receptionist buzzes you in after you flashed a bill at them, a fake name rolling off your tongue easily. “Alex Stark, can I squeeze in for a few?”

It's a courtesy question more than anything since the place is quiet and obviously empty, the young receptionist nods boredly and pulls a sign-in sheet out, you change up your signature just to be safe and practically drop the pen to walk further into the gym.

The place smells a bit, like musk and a hint of bleach, At least there's alcohol wipe packs scattered around between the different pieces of equipment. Maybe you won't catch something here if you're careful.

You don't bother with any leg machines since you got more than enough cardio on the way here, so you go straight to the pull-up bar to do some warming up, hanging off the bar until your shoulders start to burn and your fingerprints feel like they're scraping off. Then you do some stretches on a mat, you can't resist it anymore and stroll over to the very thing that pulled you in here in the first place, the punching bags.

You don't have hand wraps but at the moment you don't care, you're pent up, trying to process emotions that are yours and yet aren't, your minds still a loud mess so you silence it, the first punch feels good as much as it stings and shocks your limbs.

This is…. You can't say better, but it's familiar. The sharp bite and dull reverberations up your wrists all the way to your shoulders makes you feel more alive than you've felt in months. There's only so much training you can do in a bedroom and you need to be at your peak. You hit and hit until your knuckles are dark, and then you kick and knee the bag until your already tired calves throb and your knees threaten to buckle, then you go back to punching. Not caring about the skin splitting and smearing tiny droplets of blood along the bag. Nothing a few wipes won't fix before you leave.

The doors open and you watch out of the corner of your eye as a hooded figure enters the gym, though they seem more interested in the treadmill than you so you continue doing your own thing.

“need a spotter?” at the soft call from behind you quickly turn and catch a green eyed woman staring at you, and for just a second your breath catches, picturing a different woman in her place. She looks earnest though and approaches you before you can rebuff her, she sets her hands on the bag and steadies it while leaning around it just enough to keep her eyes on you.

“you've got impressive form you know, like a boxer or something.” she sounds impressed as she follows your movements carefully, the small smile on her face growing more interested by the minute.

She's too immediately chatty for your liking, it just seems off for a stranger. “…thanks.”

“Don't mention it, I'm just glad I'm not the only one here. The place gets creepy sometimes.” she looks around at the slightly shitty conditions of the building pointedly, though her eyes don't leave your form for too long.

“the price we pay to come and punch things at any hour.” your tone is definitely snarky and you know it, not that you're in the mood to reel it in right now.

She only seems to grow more amused at your sarcastic response, she grunts under her breath and adjusts her stance to hold the bag better when it gently knocks into her, you're really going to town on it.

“price indeed, someone making you mad or something? You're treating this thing like it slept with your wife.”

She's clearly looking for conversation, persistent too. You decide to indulge her a bit since she's helping you out and giving you something to focus on. “No one in particular no, just having a week.”

“Mm, I know that feeling well.” You doubt she knows what you're feeling but oh well, she continues on while you keep abusing the punching bag. “Sometimes you just gotta get it out somehow y'know?”

She sounds far too cheery at this hour, you'd thought people in Gotham wouldn't know what friendliness feels like.

Your response is still dry as flour. “Mhmm, better a bag of sand than your spouse.”

She seems to brighten up at that, giggling deviously like you're her bestie giving her the gossip.

“Ooh sounds interesting, are they in the doghouse?” you can't help but roll your eyes a bit at the question, though it's more about you situation than at her. “More like we're in each other's doghouse honestly.”

She winces and whistles through her teeth. “oof, that's never a good thing…. You wanna talk about it or just beat this thing? Sometimes it's good to get this stuff off your chest.”

You shake your head at her offer and just keep wailing on the punching bag, this isn't something to tell a stranger. Hell you wouldn't talk to Rogers or Thor about this if they were here. No this is a you thing.

And that's how things continue on for a while, the gym is quiet other than the sound of your fists connecting with leather and the occasional grunt escaping your mystery named gym partner as she braces for your aggression. It's nice to not have to explain yourself or play stupid with someone, it puts you at ease almost strangely quickly even as your wounded hands smear flecks of blood about.

After a few moments the woman leans over again to catch your eye, her brows furrow as she stares down at your bruised and split hands and she grimaces slightly before she moves.

A manicured hand curls and drags across the surface of the punching bag as she shifts, suddenly flying out to grab a hold of your arm and pull your hand up to her face, near close enough for her blood red lips to touch your cracked and bleeding knuckles. her gaze drags up your arm and body like something heavy, thick lashes nearly cover grass green eyes when she catches your stare and for a moment you blank out.

“you should take a breather, hun.”she murmurs softly while stepping around the punching bag, your hand still in hers. “you look like you need to relax.”

for a moment your head feels cloudy, you don’t notice the cold or the exhaustion in your limbs anymore, you don’t feel the sharp sting in your knuckles and wrists or the bruise blooming on your knee, you can just focus on the warm weight of her hand wrapped around your wrist and the unbreaking stare of her hypnotic eyes.

It's when her thumb delicately swipes over your knuckles, smearing a drop of blood across the bruised skin do you react, it doesn't hurt like it should. This isn't right. Your skin erupts in goosebumps when you realize to your growing horror, you've somehow been drugged.

You roughly jerk your hand out of hers and move back, shit she got to you when you're already tired, why didn't you notice? It's like she dosed you with some kind of aphrodisiac, this woman's a threat.

To your suspicious surprise the redhead just giggles and backs away from you after you moved, amusedly crossing her arms across her chest like this was all just some silly prank she pulled. “Ooh, you're much more observant now.”

Your eyes narrow at that, so she knew you before huh. You were stupid to let her get close to you. “Just who are you.”

“you don't remember me? I'm a little hurt. After all the time we spent together…” she sighs wistfully while flicking a long curl over her shoulder, the smirk she doesn't even try to hide really kills her ‘morose’ tone.

“Who. Are. You.” You practically snarl while taking a wider stance, you're already exhausted, but you'll be damned if you won't fight like a hellcat if she makes a move.

Her arms drop to rest her hands on her hips and she giggles again, that fuzzy feeling in your head starts to return and you realize it must be coming directly from her, like she's breathing out the drug. “You're so abrasive now, you used to be so…soft, like a flower petal ready to be bruised. And here I thought marriage would break you...I think I like the little thornbush you've become, though. It suits you.”

You can practically hear your teeth grinding together as the woman keeps ignoring your question and taunting you with it, maybe you could make a dive for a dumbbell on the rack as she keeps talking…

“am I supposed to be intimidated by your little speech?” You huff out while straightening up, forcing yourself into a relaxed, yet annoyed stance, hands shoved in your hoodie and everything.

“You don't find me impressive baby?” She laughs and moves when you do, matching your movements when you edge closer to the weights rack.

“I find you creepy, wanna tell me what you drugged me with?” She pauses at that, one eyebrow raised as she looks you up and down from head to toe. “You noticed? And here I thought you were just playing hard to get before you'd start begging for a little affection.”

Her words make your gut twist at the sinister implications, you're just about ready to make a dive for a weapon when she continues her lament.

“…then again I was always the one chasing after you, wasn't i.”

She's staring right at you with an unreadable expression on her face, the blank expression just makes her look even more eerie, almost inhuman…

“…I still don't know what you mean, have we met before?” Your frustration builds at the lack of…well anything you're getting, that seems to be the norm in Gotham though.

Her head tilts and she almost looks frustrated with you before another emotion suddenly flickers across her face, she suddenly looks understanding as she straightens up and drops her hands from her hips. “You really did lose everything huh.”

“Yeah no shit Sherlock, wasn't that plastered all over the news enough?” just how does this woman know you? The thought of apparently being acquaintances with someone who apparently drugs people is…. Worrying to say the least.

“I had thought that was exaggerated to give your family some privacy, they seem to love every little chance for shields from the public after all. I wouldn't put it past them to use you like that.” she says nonchalantly while suddenly turning away from you and strolling over to one of the vending machines in the corner, you can only stare at her incredulously, she really just said something like that and then went to get a snack?

Your feet are near silent as you follow after her to continue your questioning. “Just what do you mean by that, is there something I'm missing here?”

She pulls a vitamin water out of the machine and turns to lean against it while cracking it open. “Why don't you ask them that.”

You want to choke her just a little bit.

“I'm asking you, since we're apparently old friends or something.”

She pauses, bottle halfway up to her mouth as she stares you down with a debating expression, lips twisting contemplatively before she speaks again. “….I don't know anything for sure, but I just know that when you got tangled up with them you suddenly weren't…. It's like you were suddenly afraid of Gotham in a whole new way, afraid of me. That hurt, especially after you taught me so much.”

She's still leaning casually but you don't miss the accusatory squint in her eyes as she takes a long drink, the hard clench of her perfect nails into the cheap plastic, she's either genuinely mad or good at faking.

You're even more confused now, what are you dealing with here? “…who are you?”

This time when you ask that she just sighs and starts to approach you, you tense but she just walks past you, only pausing to pat your shoulder and mutter in your ear. “I go by a few names these days, but you used to call me Pam.”

Then she strolls away with an innocent whistle, only saying one more thing before walking out of the gym room altogether.

“If you've ever got questions you should check out the park after dark, the forested part not that disgusting poisoned Earth part.”

And then just like that she's gone, the gym falls completely silent other than the faint hum of the heating unit in the ceiling.

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You bought some basic medical supplies in a twenty-four hour convenience store and wrapped yourself up in the bathroom before getting back out on the street, the gauze and medical tape are clearly cheap quality but the astringent burned enough to know it's doing it's job on your fists.

Gothams even quieter now despite edging towards the break of dawn, without the shooting shouting and honking of horns you can almost appreciate the cities eccentric appearance as you walk back down the cracked sidewalks towards the edge of town. Or you would if your mind wasn't all jumbled up with confusion and paranoia anyways.

No one's mentioned an old friend named Pam but part of you is certain she was telling the truth about knowing you somehow. Those weren't the expressions of someone who's seen you on tv and wanted to have a go at a stranger. No those emotions were personal.

Your phone buzzes in your back pocket and pulls you out of your theorizing enough to answer the call, already knowing who it was gonna be. “Hello.”

“(Name) Thank God! Where are you?” Bruce sounds terrified on the other end of the call, judging by the slight shuffling you hear he's pacing the floor.

Your voice is dead tired as you answer him, the mental and physical toll is this whole thing weighing heavily on you. “I'm….. In the city.”

“What? Where!? Are you alright?”

And just like that the guilt you've been carrying the entire time you've been here comes crashing back down on you when you hear the utter panic in his voice, he's scared for you.

“I'm okay…. Just needed to take a walk.”

He must hear something in your voice because he's quiet for a few seconds, you hear the slightest tremor in his voice as he exhales before he speaks. “…. Okay, i-I'm coming to get you. What street are you on?”

“Bruce I'll make it home on my own, you're going back to work today aren't you?”

He's quick to shut that down though, his voice much firmer than before. “Do you think I want you walking all the way from the city? Please, just tell me where you are before I go out blindly driving. Come on (name)….”

You know he knows he's won when you sigh tiredly into the phone, you don't want to talk about all of this right now but you just know he might actually look for you, he's clearly already checked through the manor if he knows you walked.

“…. I'm next to a 7/11 that's across the street from a bank in-”

“I know where that's at the kids go there all the time, I'll be there in ten. Please don't wander off…”

You're weirdly tired by the time you get off the phone, maybe the restless sleep is finally catching up to you, or maybe it's a lingering effect of whatever you are dosed with, but right now you just want to curl up in your bed and sleep for the rest of the week. You're so tired of the lying and games…

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[legendofmorons]

Sky only one bed

One bed (morning confessions)

No warnings just some fluff

Your excitement to sleep at an inn is only half diminished when you find that you've been paired to a room with only one bed. It's not the end of the world. Traveling with this group, you've seen everyone hurt or in various states of dress.

The issue is actually just that there's only one bed and the person you are sharing the room (and apparently bed) with is Sky.

That... makes it sound bad. It isn't!

Sky is wonderful, kind if a little prone to teasing. After all every Link is a gremlin at heart.

The problem, or the root of it, is that you have feelings for the man... and you are worried about making a fool of yourself.

"Well, I can take the floor?" Sky offers from the doorway behind you.

You stand in the middle of the room and turn, "Absolutely not."

"I don't mind."

"I mind." You cross your arms.

You know that if you offer to sleep on the floor he'll shoot it down. Which, if nice because that would probably mess up ypur back and neck.

You know the bed is big enough.

Well... You suppose you'll just have to suck up your feelings about this and share. The bed is big enough for it.

"We can share." You say, hoping you come of as confident.

Sky smiles even as his cheeks dust pink, "Are you sure?"

"Yes. It's big enough anyways." You offer a smile back. "Besides there are worse people to share a bed with."

"Oh yeah?"

You laugh a little. "Definitely. Wind kicks in his sleep, little monster."

"You don't say." Sky laughs.

You snicker again. "I'm pretty sure. Come on it's been a long day we should try to sleep."

"Probably so." Sky says as he steps fully into the room and shuts the door.

You cross to the corner of the room, setting your things down before stripping into your under layers. An under shirt and underwear is much better to sleep in than full gear.

You can hear Sky doing the same somewhere on behind you.

It's almost scary to bear so little protection after so long with this group, but you know you're safe here. Regardless of any reciprocation Sky may or may not have for your feelings, he would never hurt you. Not on purpose.

Crossing to the bed and getting in is more daunting than you want to admit. It's a comfortable bed, at least.

You watch Sky get into bed, laying like a stiff log beside you.

"That's got to be uncomfortable." You say with a soft smile.

"It's fine. I don't want to encroach."

"I'm not going to die if you end up touching my arm, but thank you for thinking of me."

Sky looks at you with wide eyes. "I sprawl out usually I just don't want to bother you."

A rather silly idea occurs to you. "Would it be easier if we cuddled?"

You can feel your face heat up, but it's a genuine question. There is no answer that will be easy on your heart, but you've already asked.

Sky flushes a little. "If... you don't mind?"

"I offered." You manage.

You both shift until you're comfortable. The soft 'is this okay' or 'can I do this' is asked until you settle down.

Sky lays on his back in the middle of the bed, your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you. His heart beats rapidly in his chest like bass drum beating along to a fast song you don't know.

It's nice.

It's torture because this isn't quite what you imagined this situation would be. There's no kisses.

It's okay though, because Sky is a good friend and you feel safe.

"Are you going to be able to sleep?" You ask.

Sky hums, "I should be. Why?"

"Your heart's fast is all."

"Oh." Sky says.

"I didn't mean to be rude-"

"You weren't." Sky assures you.

"Okay."

You let yourself sink into the comfort and safety, relishing the warmth of the man holding you.

Sky's breathing is slow and steady. Even as his heart continues it's rapid staccato.

You lay there long enough that you are all but asleep when you hear it.

"You're beautiful like this." Sky whispers.

You manage to open your eyes, face warming. "Thank you."

"Oh- I thought you were asleep. I mean it though."

"Thank you."

"Go back to sleep, sunshine."

You feel far more awake at this new nickname. "Sunshine?"

"Oh. Uh-"

"I like that one." You decide, ignoring the hope blossoming in your heart.

"Good." Sky says.

Sleep finds you both, the embrace of dreams is nothing new.

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Sky wakes and immediately closes his eyes again the sunlight streaming in from the window. He pulls the thing again his chest closer in protest-

That's not a thing that's a person.

Sky opens his eyes again, quickly looking down and seeing you.

Right.

Goddess above, Sky was such a fool last night. Letting his feelings fall all over the ground. It's a miracle he didn't make you uncomfortable on accident.

"I'm so lucky." Sky mutters to himself.

You groan, burying your face in his chest before you bolt up with a gasp.

"What- Sky?" You ask with blurring vision.

"Morning." Sky says.

You blink a few times, the sigh. Lowering yourself back down to your original position with your head on his chest you just pout. "No."

"No?" Sky chuckles.

"Don't wanna."

"Fair enough."

"I was having a nice dream." You sigh, sounding a little out if it still. "Was nice, we were married and having a picnic."

"Oh?" Sky asks.

"Yes."

"Sounds nice."

"It was. Too bad it's not real." You yawn, burying your face in his chest again.

"It could be." Sky offers on instinct.

"What?" You ask, looking up at him.

Sky gives a nervous smile. "It could be real. If you meant that, if you actually want a life with me. If I'm miss reading-"

"Really?"

"Yes." Sky breathes out.

You smile, giddy and adoreable. "We're so talking about this later."

"After breakfast."

"Sounds lovely." You say, setting back down and closing your eyes. "I just want to lay here for now."

"Sounds perfect." Sky says, pulling you a little closer while fixing the blankets.

[uncle-fruity]

I really want to underline some truth:

I am a better activist and a more energetic and enthusiastic participant in the issues I care about now that I've stopped believing the guilt trippers and have involved myself in activism on my own terms.

I get to decide what I do and do not care deeply about. That's not another person's place to tell me what I think and feel -- especially if it's a complete stranger. I know myself better than they know me.

I get to decide what is too much for me. I set my own boundaries and priorities. Other people might not agree with me, but they can die mad. I'm not their soldier to recruit, and what I do with my time and energy is my business, not theirs.

I know my body and my limitations better than anyone else. The people who truly love me and support me trust me to manage my ups and downs and do not assign a moral status to me when I take care of my needs first. Especially over time, they know that I will be back and ready to help out as soon as I'm able to. When I'm less able to participate, the people who love and support me take care of me and make sure I know they're there for me.

I am no longer doing activism in any real way online. At most, I try to provide some education and some emotional/mental health support. If you look at my Tumblr, you won't see even half of what I deeply care about. Part of that is a growing sense of internet safety, and another part of that is that there is very little I can do online that's going to make a difference. Another part of that is when you post stuff as a reaction or out of a sense of obligation, you're more likely to spread misinformation, especially if you don't take time to verify the information (which can be genuinely difficult if you don't know how to do that). I fell into that trap a fair amount when I was so guilt ridden that I was terrified to be seen as a Bad Person.

Which brings me to this major point: there will always be people who are quick to judge you and quick to make you out as a Bad Person no matter what you do. In someone's mind, you are probably already a Bad Person. Does that actually make you a Bad Person? Does someone else's definition of good and bad line up with yours, and does it matter? Have you considered that the person calling you a bad person might be a bad person by your standards? Who has the right to strictly define morality in the first place? Regardless of the answers to those questions, you don't have to let other people define you. And the guilt trippers are doing substantially more harm to the cause than people who are trying to rest for their emotional and mental health. I don't think that makes them bad people, but it does make them bad at community building, which is a fundamental necessity for activism.

My advice, if you really want to be a good activist, is to kill the part of your brain that tells you you aren't good enough and don't deserve rest until you are. No one can do it all. No one is a perfect activist or a perfect person. You need to have a clear idea of what your priorities are and what your capabilities are. You need to seek community and, as OP originally stated, joy. It's not just you who needs something to fight for or who needs breaks, your community needs it too. If you overwork and constantly retraumatize yourself, you will eventually hit burnout and you will not be able to help at all for much much longer than if you had just taken a break or made time for the good things in life when you first needed to. You also run the risk of creating a culture where no one else feels like they deserve rest and eventually burn themselves out, too. Then where does the movement go when all its activists are too stressed and tired and having a crisis of morality to do the work? The movement goes to die, is where. Sure, being angry is valid and important, but if that's all that's keeping you here, you're going to find that anger is not sustainable and will eventually give way to extreme depression when you realize that anger alone does not fix the many problems of the world. Your anger and guilt will kill a movement so much harder than indulging in a little positivity and rest from time to time.

Oh, and me? Now that I've gotten out of guilt trippy and frankly abusive online activist spaces, I am so much better at doing activism that matters. I organize a queer art group. I attend meetings to discuss problems and try to find solutions. I have more energy to educate myself and others. I can do more direct action. All of this is stuff that I literally had no space for while I was suffering from the burnout those online spaces caused that I now have space for because I decentralized social media in my life and especially in my activism.

Please. For your own sake and for the sake of the causes you care about: take a break. Have a rest. Do something fun. This is me telling you directly that the people guilt tripping you are being inappropriate & rude at best and literally abusive at worst. It is okay to forget them and live your life in ways that serve both yourself and others. They have no power to send you to Hell, I promise.

Sorry about the rant I'm just SO sick of this "we have to be on all the time never look away if you aren't upset about politics and traumatizing yourself watching people die on Twitter you're wrong and complicit and evil" like I know things are fucked and we need to stay angry but we can do that while also taking a minute to crack open a cold one with the boys or have gay sex or get tipsy at the line dance, we HAVE to have joy to remember why the fuck we're refusing to give up in the first place. Fight like hell for your loved ones and then also go home with them to smoke weed and drink sweet tea and make biscuits covered in honey and butter please, please don't deprive yourself of joy, you're allowed to be happy BEFORE the work is done. You're allowed to be happy.

[diminuel]

For the AUs with Papadile, and I just remembered something: Ace was in Arabasta before he left to go hunt down Teach. . . and then I thinking, would Ace and Sabo know that Crocodile LITERALLY IMPALED LUFFY WITH HIS HOOK LIKE A FLIPPING FISH?! Is that something Luffy would bring up?

Crocodile: When was the last time you actually made a plan and followed through with it?

Luffy: 🤔 I think it was some time after you impaled me back in Arabasta. But then where’s the fun in that?

Ace and Sabo: HE WHAT?!!

Like geez, what happened to just grounding him?!

In Crocodile's defense in the AUs where he's parenting these three kids, there's not going to be any impaling! I tend to go with the idea that he only does the impaling if he doesn't know who Luffy is (or if he'd be indifferent to him even if he knew he was his blood. But I don't see that happening in an AU where he actually raised him!)

But regarding the question of Ace being in Alabasta. That's something I'm still trying to figure out in Stinky Child AU because of course Ace would meet Luffy and maybe give him a reminder that Crocodile was a pirate, not the same kind of pirate Luffy aimed to be. So if they met here, if Luffy interfered with whatever Crocodile was doing, Crocodile would have to answer. And Luffy doesn't know Crocodile as anything else but his parent. He's got to be careful even though they both know Crocodile wouldn't be able to truly put Luffy in danger.

But would Ace go see Crocodile? Wearing WB's mark proudly on his back even as he defies his orders by going after Teach? I'm sure he expects a lecture. Is he brave enough to face it? X'D

[unforced3rr0r]

THE DEAL || CA

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pt. 2, (previous part)

summary: Carlos hated having a PR manager, especially one who was his age. Convincing her to leave was the best plan he'd ever had, but what happens when he realises he doesn't want her to go?

pairing: carlos alcaraz x fem!reader

warning: diabolical tension

a/n: this is kind of all over the place because I’m trying to build up enough foundation before the tournament starts. I hope you like it (please tell me how much you like it, I need validation)

MASTERLIST

You sat in an uncomfortable silence typing away on your laptop. In your peripheral, you could see the Spaniard slowly moving to lie down on the sofa from his seated position.

"Don't fall asleep." A frustrated grunt came from Carlos as he repositioned himself slightly resting his head against the back of the sofa.

"Okay and if they ask you about potentially facing Djokovic?" Your eyes watched the screen intently scanning the prospective questions on your laptop.

"I tell them I've beaten him before and I believe I can again, especially with my new serve and resetting over the break." His tone was dull and his eyes watched the ceiling.

"Perfect, any questions about the back end of last season or concentration just try to redirect and talk about the work you've been doing over the break." Carlos nodded, scrutinising you're every movement with his gaze.

You wrote down notes that you could send Carlos on everything you'd been discussing. You leaned back against the sofa, gently falling into the cushions as you moved to sit cross-legged.

Carlos' eyes observed you as you intently stared at the screen, "D'you get bored doing this?" Your eyes flitted to the Spaniard briefly for the first time since you began going over questions,

"What do you mean?" You returned to doing work, shaking your head at the silly question as you watched the time in the corner of your screen tick by.

You were desperate to get this done so you could return to your room and sleep, doing your best to ignore the looming tension of the deal you had earlier agreed to.

"I get bored at you asking me questions, and I'm the player. Don't you get bored of writing up answers and managing my media presence?" You paused briefly, the condescending tone grating on you. You met the brown eyes that hadn't left your frame.

"I love my job, I get to see behind the sports in a way no one else does. Plus I'm good at it." He looked sceptically,

"I'd rather play." You shook your head in amusement, finishing up the final question.

"Unfortunately we can't all be professional tennis players Alcaraz." He smirked at your response, getting up off the sofa and heading to the kitchen area.

You emailed the Spaniard the work you'd done the evening, finally closing your laptop and letting relief flood your body.

"Luckily for you, we're done for the evening. I'd like some pyjamas and then I'll get out of your way." You stood up moving slightly towards the door, begging to leave the company of the man who held you with such contempt.

"Gracias a Dios" (Thank god) His thankful tone stung slightly, envying the time when your clients enjoyed your company, and you'd stay long after the work was done due to the friendships you had founded.

He disappeared down the corridor and you stood by the door awkwardly. The night had ended up being the easiest day you'd had since you started, and all it took was promising Carlos you'd quit.

You knew the next issue would be telling his team and Juan Carlos would no doubt try to convince you to stay. But the thought of enjoying your job again loomed in the back of your mind and pushed you forward.

Just over two weeks. That's all you had to get through and now with Carlos actually cooperating it should've been simpler.

You checked the time and the massive 00:00 glared at you on the screen. It was a busy day tomorrow that involved you waking up with the sun and the dream of a full eight hours sleep has slipped from your grasp.

Just as you began to mentally plan for the content and work you needed to do tomorrow, Carlos reappeared his 6-foot stature looming over you.

"I don’t have pyjamas, so this is just some joggers and a t-shirt." He handed you the clothing, his hand brushing yours which jolted through your nervous system. In the last six hours, you'd been closer to the Spaniard in the entirety of your time working for him.

You avoided the brown eyes looking down at you, taking the items and moving towards the door. "That should be fine."

You walked to the door, reaching for the handle and standing in the open doorway. Just before stepping out into the hallway, you turned to face the Spaniard, shooting him a small smile that he didn't return.

"See you tomorrow Alcaraz." He nodded and the door closed in front of you.

Defeated you trudged back to your room, slipping into the far too big-for-you shirt and joggers that the Spaniard had lent you. They were bathed in his cologne and the musky scent filled your nostrils as you climbed into bed.

As you lay there waiting for sleep to hit you, you thought of what this job would've been like had Carlos not hated you from the outset.

Watching him play was magnificent and you wanted to be a part of the team that helped him achieve greatness, not to mention his Spanish charm had won over so many.

Every cold glance he gave you cut deeper and as you drifted off to sleep you were haunted by the way he had looked at you the first time you met.

...

The sun beat down on the outdoor courts. You watched Alcaraz move diligently from edge to edge of the light blue tarmac. The heat permeated through your body as the light summer dress you wore did nothing to alleviate the temperature.

You gaze fixated on the Spaniard's taut muscles and how he slid to seemingly effortlessly receive the ball. You had your phone up, taking photos and videos to go on Instagram later, but really you found yourself distracted by each noise that left his lips.

Your sunglasses rested lazily on the edge of your nose, and as Carlos' arms hit the ball over and over, your eyes watched his biceps carefully.

You understood why he had a flock of women watching his every move, his physique and tennis ability pulling so many in. Then there was his annoying smile.

The ball hit Juanki's torso with Carlos letting out a loud laugh that echoes through your mind. Carlos looked to his team who also laughed over the moment and his eyes flickered to you.

When he saw that your eyes were already on him, he smirked. A smug look took over his face and he shot you a wink, your face turned red and you quickly moved your gaze back to your phone.

You sent the photo to Carlos and picked up your bag, heading onto the court.

"Alcaraz, interview time let's get going." The clock was ticking down and media day was calling, with Alcaraz lined up for a fairly full day of pre-tournament interviews.

"cinco minutos más." (five more minutes.) The Spaniard called to you calmly as he continued hitting the ball back and forth across the court.

"Alcaraz. Now. We're already late." Carlos rolled his eyes, Juan Carlos telling him to go. The Spaniard headed towards you, the smile long gone replaced with his usual grimace.

"Disfruta la vista allá atrás" (Enjoy the view back there?) he taunted, his large hands reaching down to grab his tennis bag that was by your feet.

While he bent down to grab the bag, he brushed your side, your breath catching in your throat as you felt his arms brush yours. Then leaning into your ear as he stood back up. "You were blushing."

"I was doing my job, you know, filming content for you. Plus it's hot out here, I was just flushed." Your tone stood strong, but your eyes were telling a different story. Your body was covered in goosebumps, the bench behind you stopping you from stepping away.

He finally took a step away, which allowed your shoulders to fall in ease. He began to walk off with the same smug look as before back on his face, "¿No tenemos una entrevista a la que llegar?" (Don't we have an interview to get to?)

You shook your head, annoyance for the man filling your body. Not only was he being difficult, but now he'd resorted to teasing and taunting which was somehow worse than his angry indifference.

You turned to face Juanki as you began walking off the court behind Alcaraz, mouthing 'I'm going to kill him' which elicited a laugh from the coach.

"Have fun you two!" He called out and was met with two frustrated groans. Carlos stood at the exit waiting for you to catch up and began trudging behind you.

Walking through the grounds, he smiled, waved, and took pictures with the multitude of fans who spotted him. You'd silently stand to the side or offer to take the photo when needed.

The consistent stopping slowed you down, but you didn't mind when you saw the giddy smile of every fan's face as they met with Carlos' warm demeanour.

You eventually made it to the conference room. Before stepping into the room, you grabbed Carlos' arm, pulling him out of the doorway. He turned to face you, his eyes analysing your fingers wrapped around his bicep.

As his gaze focused on your hand, you pulled away as if his skin had burned you. "Sorry. I just wanted to remind you of everything we went over. This is just pre-tournament chatter so you should be okay."

"I've got it. Why won't you just let me do it." His tone was sharp and you rolled your eyes, your arms crossing in front of your chest in annoyance.

"It's not that I think you can't do it, I just want to help." Carlos took a step back from you, scoffing at your plea.

"Well I don't need your help." He left your side, walking into the room before you had a chance to respond. You threw your hands up in pure frustration, but the Spaniard had his back to you so the action was mostly for yourself.

You moved inside the room and sat down in the front row, ready to take notes.

The questions started light and easy, talking about the Spaniards off-season, the changes to his serve, the added weight in his racket. He answered the questions diligently, following everything you'd been through the night before.

You couldn't help but smile as he answered perfectly time and time again, showing you how easy this job could've been and subsequently how needlessly painful the Spaniard had been making it.

But then it fell apart. The questions began to get more pointed. More trying, asking him about losing to Jannik, losing to players outside the top 20, another year of struggles at the US Open. Then the straw that broke the camel's back came.

"So Carlos, your performance declined rapidly at the back end of last year, especially after your loss to Novak in the Olympics. How does that affect your mentality coming into Australia knowing you could face him?"

Shit. You knew you'd prepared Carlos for the question but you also knew how painful the Olympics loss had been. You knew how he was dreading facing Novak and you knew by the look in his eye that he was caught off guard by the question.

Your breath shallowed while you tried to stay calm as he sat there looking from the interviewer to you, the unease clearly written on his features.

"Um." He paused, he caught your gaze and you tried to send him a reassuring look. He looked down to his hands, lifting his head to meet the interviewers' gaze.

"I think to say my performance declined rapidly is stupid." Shit. Your head fell into your hands and you held back an audible groan. Some in the press conference laughed but Carlos didn't join in.

"I also beat Novak at Wimbledon, so maybe he should be the one scared to face me, no?" The room fell into a tense silence. The stone cold look on Carlos' face put off any follow up questions.

Carlos stood up, his demeanour clearly agitated, ringing his hands at his sides. He left the room and didn't slow down for you like he usually did. You quickly left, thanking the interviewers and apologising for Carlos before you rushed after him.

"Alcaraz, wait!" He didn't turn around, instead turning a corner and disappearing out of sight. You turned the corner and found him resting against the wall, shoulders slumped and hands covering his face.

"What was that?!" You stood in front of him and he pulled his hands from his face.

"Oh come on Y/N, He was out of line!" Carlos raised his voice in frustration, a clear sign of how much the interviewer had got to him.

"And we had prepared answers, you didn't need to be an asshole about it." You rested on the other side of the hallway, your annoyed facade matching the Spaniard's.

"You have no idea what it's like to sit there and have everything you do, questions and torn apart." Carlos stood up straight, closing the distance between you with his angry ranting.

"Maybe I don’t, but I do know what it's like to have to deal with you being an asshole." His face was mere metres from yours. Your hands moved to rest on his chest as he moved his mouth down to your ear.

"Then it's a good thing you won't have to for much longer, isn't it?" His spiteful tone sent a cold chill down your spine as his hand slid to your waist.

"Counting down the days Alcaraz." His breath hit your neck and you snapped, pushing away the tennis player's large figure. He had a smirk on his face as he stumbled back slightly.

You moved away from him, turning away from him quickly and storming away from the interaction. Your heart was racing and your chest was pounding, unable to sense if it was blinding rage or maybe something else.

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Yaaaay thank you for taking the time to answer :) I LOVE the "you wanted me to be perfect" too, it's such a powerful moment. It is so good when character escape our control and write on their own :)

I am also praying very hard Tzila will indeed get those laugh wrinkles. Come on she's tough she's a survivor now, she will make it!

It's funny I had a similar discussion with someone else that indeed, despite the death and hardship of Midst, it leaves you full of hope for the future of character who made it, making you want to write in turn :) But alright now on to the new questions !

4) I think my characters sigh a lot XD To be fair, they're going through a lot of stuff, and it's something I do a lot in my life so it bleeds into my stories ^^

18) I have only 1 WIP, because I am restraining myself and forcing myself to finish it before starting a new one. We'll see if it works!

28) So recently my bain expanded on the theory that Phineas could be a fold-baby. Since he's from the delta but has no marking nor mutation, there's a possibility he was actually spawn from a tearror because Jonas was there, terrified adsecla teenager, inthe worst place of the cosmos, desperataly needed someone to love him uncconditionnally. A bit similar to the Fiona/jacob situation. And I was thinking that if during their Sequester/Lazaretto therapy Phineas and Jonas would discover that ¨Phin was brought to existence for Jonas by the fold, that would be quite juicy. Are his feelings for Jonas real? Or are they just tearror-born? Jonas get some extra guilt on top of your already existing one! Anyway ^^ Don't know if I would ever actually write this, but sounded like a few chapter of absolute angst :p

30) Oh boy, you made me dig up my decade-old one piece fanfic from the time I was on fanfiction.net and, uhm... Yes, yes it did, thankfully. The rythm was there, but I was describing non-important stuff too much, and some character really feel flat. I also had a tendency of always trying to make some character say "cool lines" just because I thought it would be cool XD Biggest change has probably been switching to writing in english instead of my motehr tongue though, and hopefully I'll keep at getting better at that too :)

Alright, I'm not done yet :p

@sadmushroomgoblin play with me? You have so many!

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[narcfyodor]

Got this comment telling me I'm abusive but it actually mentions a topic I wanted to talk about

For context this was on a post where I was acknowledging the fact that I get urges to hurt and control others as it is a part of my disorder. I further on said that it doesn't make me, or anyone, a bad person. What would make me a bad person is giving into thoes urges. I never mentioned not telling people or "tricking" people into being close to me... the two people I consider close in my life know about this btw 😭

There are two important things I want to talk about.

First

When I feel the urge to hurt or control other people, is that what I really feel?

To put it simple, no. It is not what I really feel. When I feel the need hurt someone it is for a reason, that reason is to protect myself. Due to my traumatic childhood I've learned in order to protect myself I have to hurt others and if I don't want them to even have the possibility to hurt me I have to control them. My brain deems alone the presence of another person as a danger. Behind the need to hurt or control others will always be that scared child.

What I really feel is fear. I am scared that what once happened to me could happen again.

I don't feel that fear when I feel the need hurt or control others as the secondary feeling, anger, lays over the primary feeling, fear, immediately and automatically. That is also a protective mechanism. My brain sees every person as someone who can hurt me and with that has to protect me from every person. This made sense in my childhood but now it doesn't, my brain doesn't know/understands that though.

Secondly

Am I abusive for hiding behind a false version of myself?

Not adding the rest of it as it makes me sound like some mythical super villain 😭

To answer the question, no. I am not. I do mask A LOT but that does not make me abusive. I will NOT tell people that I don't consider close my deeply personal problem that's caused by my childhood trauma. I am not "manipulating" or "tricking" people into being my friend. I have big problems being vulnerable and opening up which is one of the reasons I mask so much. I don't get close to others when I'm masking with them. When I actually let a person close to me I will tell them about my problems with time, but I always let them know what disorders I struggle with. A import aspect to mention is that it doesn't affect the other people as I don't act on my urges. I do not choose to have these urges and I am working on them in therapy but as explained prior, my brain believes I still need this to survive.

Anyway stay safe guys and don't let ableist affect you. Your disorder doesn't make you a bad person, having thoughts and urges to control others doesn't make you a bad person.