#and go through my things in the garage and see if I can get rid of/sell/donate stuff

[sp00kypumpkaboo]

Haven’t been doing much lately. Couldn’t go out to the stores or arcade cuz it was raining on Friday. Saturday, we went out to eat for my abuelita’s birthday cuz she’s a New Year’s Day baby, and we were gone for most of the day. Today, I kept slowly working on cleaning my room and finally getting around to dusting cuz it’s been awhile. Tomorrow, I gotta drop off a package of something I sold on depop, wanna ship my Christmas gifts to my two best friends and I start my 4th quarter classes.

[autumnrory]

just watched a vhs for the first time in a million years

[r0-boat]

İ would give my lungs for ghostface Leviathan pls plspls

All right fine just this once I will humor you

Sorry about your Boyfriend

Ghostface!Leviathan

Cw: murder, Yandere behavior, jealous ex, stabbing, blood, strangulation.

Human au!!

He thinks it's so cute that you think you're done with him. He thinks it's utterly adorable that you can just break up with him, and you'll be done with him just like that... How dare you cast him aside like worthless trash. He wonders if you notice his intense gaze from across the street as he watches you smile and flash those eyes that were only meant for him at another. And those friends of yours... Those two-faced snakes, hissing their little lies, trying to split you two apart.

Your friends finally convince you to host a college party at your place. You aren't much of a party person, But when they dragged your new boyfriend,, a happy-go-lucky Golden retriever type Who always loved seeing smile,s, You couldn't say no. Your friends, delighted to see you finally broke out of your shell, did not worry you with planning, prepping, snacks, and everything. They got everything handled. You smile. Lucky to have great friends. You've been through a lot; they've been with you through everything.

He planned this night meticulously. It had to go right. Even now, he was thinking of you as he dawned a black cloak and an iconic white mask with a few chains, small ones just for looks... You've always loved old horror films. He remembers how his face would always twist in jealousy as you talk on and on about people who you can't even see their faces and don't even know.

The Hunt begins. With a phone call.

"Hello?"

Your sweet voice he misses but it does not quell his anger

"Who is this?"

His voice sounds slightly different... Smooth yet husky, there's something about it that you can't quite put your finger on.

"Who you trying to call?"

"What number is this?"

"Well What number are you trying to reach?"

He could hear the smile in your voice His heart pounds,him wants to talk to you more He yearns for more of you.

"I don't know..."

"well you have the wrong number..."

He couldn't hide a smile as it slips into the phone.

"Do I~?"

You hang up your phone and place it on the counter before returning to where your friends are. He watched you through the window. You always were the forgetful type with everything, placing things down and forgetting them, and he was always there to bring them to you. As much as he nags and calls you worthless, it's adorable how much you need him... That's why he must do this. He turns on the cell phone jammer in his pocket. It's a good one, an expensive one. He got this from his wealthy roommate at his frat, so it better do its work.

He carefully places it in the bushes. The radius is wide enough to cover the entire house. He won't need it after tonight, and it's better if it's not in his hands, just in case.

The backyard blinds were closed, so it was easy to sneak around the back to cut the power. Then, with a spare key, he comes in from the door to the garage. All your friends were either asleep, drunk, or watching a movie with you. You're cuddled up to your new boyfriend when the power went out.

As you go to check the power, Levi purposely avoids you. He doesn't want you to see him yet. First, he wants to get rid of everyone that made you sway away from him. Simply stabbing and drawing blood wasn't enough. Especially to your fucking boy toy. The anger and jealousy consumed him As he wrapped his hands around his muscular neck and strangled him till he could no longer breathe.

He couldn't help but let out a little throated chuckle. I saw the fear in your eyes when you watched the situation unfold. He's never seen that look before... That look of panic and anxiety. Perhaps he understands why you like masks so much. He couldn't help from his words slipping. "Sorry about your boyfriend... All that struggling didn't help." He hissed the word boyfriend. The word alone made him sick. Knowing that he was talking about someone else other than him. You could have noticed him from his voice, but it seemed like you were so choked with fear. All you could do was scream and run.

When he sees something, he chases, and you are always like a magnet to him, brandishing a knife to get your blood pumping until you lock yourself in the bathroom. No matter... He could always return to you. He has other victims.

Your hands shake your entire body was shaking As you hear muffled screams from God knows where and you don't even want to think about where they're from. You must have the courage to try to at least find your phone to call the police...

The house was eeriely quiet and dark. The rain patterning against the windows and your heart thumping in your ears as every creek from your light steps sounded like thunder. But he was quieter It was almost as if he was supernatural stalking you in the shadows like an apex predator You're so engrossed and trying to get your phone to work You didn't notice the gloved hand slipping around your throat.

He laughed at your pitiful attempts the struggle before placing a knife right against your neck. It was cold and soaked with red as tears rolled down your face. That's when he finally took off his mask to kiss your tears away.

Your eyes widen at the sight "Levi..."

"Yes my love?"

His voice was sickly sweet and he used the pet name that he'd always give you when he was in a good mood which is rarely of ever. Everything he ever wanted was back in his arms. All you could do is cry.

"please don't kill me..."

His eyes widen before giving you a soft smile His fingers rushing against your cheek.

"Oh I'm not going to kill you..."

His smile a smile that you'll probably see in your nightmares from now and forever reaches into a pocket pulling out a purple collar.

"Now you will always be mine! And no one will ever come between us~"

[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 15: Let's Talk About That

Word Count: 1000

Rating: T

Pairing: Eddie x Reader

CW: Langauge

Summary: Modern AU - Corroded Coffin hosts a live stream and fans notice you walk through the background

@corrodedcoffinfest

“Nooooo,” you whine, fingers digging into Eddie’s t-shirt to try and pull him closer to you. 

“Babe, I have to,” Eddie says through a laugh. But he does give you one last quick kiss. “I’ll come back when the live stream is over, okay?”

“Fine,” you sigh. “I’ll just be waiting here. On your bed. All alone.”

Eddie chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. You playfully tug on one of the strands of hair framing his face since the rest is tucked up in a bun.

“You could get something to eat and read the script for the movie your agent got you an audition for.”

“As long as you promise to come back with cuddles and kisses,” you say with a pout.

“Always.” He presses one last kiss to the side of your head before walking toward the door. “We’ll be in the garage.”

“Have fun.”

Eddie joins the rest of the band in the garage, which half of has been made into a studio. Jeff’s leaning on a desk, tapping at his phone when Eddie hears him groan.

“What’s up?” Eddie asks.

“I can’t get this damn thing to work. Keeps saying it can’t load Instagram. Is the site just down?” Jeff looks over his shoulder at the guys.

“Here, lemme see it,” Gareth says, holding his hand out. Jeff gives it over and the youngest member of the band starts trying to get the app to work. “I think it’s just the WiFi in the garage. It’s shitty in here some days.”

“Where else should we do it?” Jeff asks, pushing himself out of the chair.

“Kitchen?” Frank offers. “We can sit on the barstools at the counter.”

“Excellent idea, my friend,” Eddie says, nodding his head in Frank’s direction. 

Jeff grabs the tripod and the four guys head back into the house. 

Eddie pops the phone into the holder and switches the ring light on.

“Okay, let’s go,” Jeff says as he slips onto one of the stools. “We said we’d start this stream at two and we’re cutting it close.”

The rest of the guys pull their seats in as close as possible while Jeff pulls up Corroded Coffin’s Instagram page and starts up a live video.

“Hey!” Jeff greets. “We’re here.”

“After a few issues,” Gareth adds.

“There’s only one week left before our new album drops,” Jeff continues. “Anyone pre-order it yet?”

A stream of comments starts pouring in faster than any of the guys can read them.

“Whoa, seems like a lot of you have,” Eddie says as he scans them quickly. 

“Oh my God,” Gareth says with a laugh. He points to a comment, but it goes too fast before the others can see it. “Someone said, ‘Eddie’s bun is giving sexy librarian.’”

All eyes turn to Eddie and, instantly, all four friends crack up. 

“Holy shit, I’d hate to go to that library,” Frank says as the laughter only gets louder.

The guys are making too much noise to hear Eddie’s bedroom door open, but the sound of their laughter instantly makes you smile as you walk to the bathroom at the other end of the hall. 

“Oh, that was good,” Gareth says, wiping beneath his eyes to get rid of tears that overflowed. 

“Okay,” Jeff says as he catches his breath. “Any questions about the album now?”

His eyes look down to where the messages come in at a mile a minute, but it seems like none of them are talking about the album anymore. Or Eddie’s hair. Now they’re talking about a certain actress they saw walk by in the background of the video.

Was that her?!

Omg what is she doing there

AHHH IS SHE DATING ONE OF THEM?!?!

Eddie feels his muscles tighten as he sees the comments going by. He likes to keep his personal life private. This is no one’s fault though; he told you they were going to be in the garage, not in the house. And what, were you not allowed to go to the bathroom in your boyfriend’s home? No, this was just all one big accident that is now going to lead to speculation and rumors. 

“Oh, uh, good question,” Gareth says when one about the album pops up. All four guys have had enough PR training to know they don’t acknowledge the unexpected topic. “We wrote most of these songs for the album, yes, but some are songs that we wrote years ago that just haven’t been released yet.”

Once the live stream ends, Eddie heads back into his room where you’re lounging on his bed, on your phone. 

You let it fall to your chest when you see your boyfriend and open your arms for him. 

Without a moment’s hesitation, Eddie’s laying down beside you, the two of you wrapped up in one another’s arms. 

“How was the stream?” 

Your boyfriend chuckles and drops his forehead against yours. 

“I can probably find it on the internet already…” He picks your phone up and opens google. A search for news about Corroded Coffin yields the expected result. Eddie chuckles and turns the phone so you can see. “Here.”

Corroded Coffin Star Dating Award Winning Actress? But Which Band Member Is It?!

Your jaw drops and your eyes widen as you click on the article. It’s not long before your eyes catch, “…was seen walking in the background of their latest live stream…”

“Oh my God! No! Eddie, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize that—”

“It’s okay, baby.” Eddie’s grinning as he hugs you even tighter against him. “Honestly, I’m curious for the articles to come out, guessing which one of us you’re with.”

“There’s going to be ones saying I’m dating all of you at the same time, aren't there?” 

Eddie laughs and presses his lips to your forehead.

“Probably. But you’re stuck with me, baby. The sexy librarian and the sexy actress.”

You stare at Eddie, laughter slowly creeping in on your utter confusion.

“What?!”

[melanieph321]

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS 4.0

(DAY 6)

Ruben Dias x Reader - The Divorce Part 2/3

Part 1 Part 3

Ruben dias cheats on his girlfriend and she leaves him and takes their child with her and he is left in shambles.

Enjoy!

It was worse than the walk of shame after a night out with your girlfriends. The walk from your office to the garage parking lot equaled a humiliating traverse, where you thought of all of the choices in your life that led up to this moment.

"Love." You chuckled. To hell with it. No matter how much love you once shared with Ruben, you had to put on a mask and show him that it didn't matter now. That this rendezvous between you was neither a goodbye nor hello. It was strictly business.

"Where the hell are you?" You muttered to yourself while the sound of your heels echoed beneath you. In your  hand, you held the envelope containing the divorce papers, clutching it tightly out of sheer angst.

Amongst the sea of vehicles, you searched for Ruben's Porsche. The last time you saw him in it, he had already gotten rid of the baby seat. Then again, picking up his mistress with a baby in the back was perhaps not ideal. You wondered, how many times had he fucked her by now? You bet he couldn't run fast enough to tell her about the news of your divorce. Now Ruben and his teenager of a girlfriend could live happily ever after fucking each other until the crack of dawn.

"Y/N?"

You jumped in surprise with the movement that appeared in the corner of your eye. "Ruben?" You flattened your skirt at the sight of him. Whatever compelled you to wear your tightest pencil skirt was beyond reason. Perhaps you wanted Ruben to see what he would miss now that the two of you were over. Or perhaps you wanted to tempt him into trying something? A last quicky in the backseat of his Porsche. Lord knows that used to get you going every morning when Ruben dropped you off at work. However, that too, eventually stopped. 

"How have you been?" He said, rounding his car that you so clumsily missed. He appeared before you like a jack in a box, uncut and unshaved. "You look good."

"I do?" Such an ignorant reply, you thought. Of course you looked good. You had spent the past year after the birth of your daughter trying to get back in shape, with the knowledge that your husband was losing interest in you. This was your revenge body, nothing else.

"Do you wanna get outta here. Perhaps grab a coffee somewhere?"

"What? No." You hissed. Why was he being like this? So nice and so calm about the worst moment in your life. "I came here to give you this Ruben, nothing else." He stumbled backward as you shoved the envelope against his chest. It nearly knocked you over, Ruben being built like a brick wall.

"I see." He mumbled, peering down at the yellow piece of paper. He unfolded it slowly, extracting the papers within. "I guess you want me to sign these." He said, raising his head to meet your eyes. It was intimate, the way they yearned for you. Nevertheless, it didn't matter now. 

"Yes, sign them, please. I have an appointment at the courthouse before I have to pick up Luna."

"Isn't she supposed to stay with your parents tonight?"

Fuck. He caught your bluff. "You've spoken to them?"

Ruben nodded, a sly smile on his lips. "They called me, actually. They wanted to borrow the baby seat again. Apparently, your dad is taking Luna fishing by the lake."

"I…I didn't know that."

"Yeah, so if you wanna go somewhere so we can talk—."

"There's nothing for us to talk about, Ruben. I've made up my mind."

"Well, I haven't." He said, his demanding voice bouncing off the garage walls. "I'm sorry." He sighed. But it was too late. Things were getting too emotional. "Please just get in the car, I don't want to argue."

"Fine." You said through clenched teeth. "I'll get in the car with you if, and only if, you agree to take me straight to the courthouse."

He approached the Porsche and held up the door to the passenger's seat. "Of course."

You regretted every step you took towards that car. It was surely a trap. But something compelled you. The desperation in his voice and the way he struggled to meet your eyes. If this altercation was causing him pain, then you wanted to continue to make him feel that way.

****************************

Ruben wasn't a fool, but neither were you. "Why are we taking the long way to the courthouse?"

"Because…" He said, turning down the volume to the radio. Perhaps he thought that the soft tunes would distract you from the fact that he was taking you further and further away from where you needed to be. "I said that I wanted to talk."

"Then talk."

Ruben threw you a furrowed glance, the frustration evident in his body language. Not to mention the firm way that he was gripping the steering wheel. "Y/N, I don't know what to say other than I'm sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen to you, to us."

"Oh, so you're telling me that you slipped and fell. Is that's how your dick ended up buried in that woman's cunt. Is that what you're telling me Ruben?"

He shook his head in disbelief.

"Answer me!"

"Of course not!"

"Then why did you do it? Why did you break up our family by cheating on me with that….that…whore!"

The wheels of the car swerved beneath you as Ruben took it off the road. He turned into the nearest alley and turned off the engine. The silence that followed could cut a thread, but you sure as hell was not faltering at the hands of someone who acted selfishly and expected you to forgive him, just like that.

"Y/N, if I could go back in time and change what I did…"

"Welp, you can't. If that's all—." You made the motion of getting out of the car, but just as you raised yourself from your seat, your back got knocked right into it again. "Ruben?"

His grip around your wrist loosened. However, he did not let you go. The terror in his eyes was something new. Something that frightened even you. "Please, don't go."

"Ruben."

"Please." He begged, a slight tremble in his voice. "I love you."

You sighed, a sense of hopelessness coming down on you. "I know you do." You raised your head, meeting his eyes. "Because I love you too."

He exhaled in pure relief. But as his face leaned forward, you couldn't bear to follow through. "I'm sorry."

"No." He squeezed your arm. "I know that this...I know that it will take time."

You nodded your head, unwanted tears running down your cheeks. "It just…it hurts too much right now."

His hand fell into your lap, stroking slowly across your thigh. "I fucked up. I know."

"Then why did you do it? Why did you cheat on me?"

His breath caresses the side of your face, his voice whispering in your ear. "I don't know."

Your eyes shut in defeat. However, Ruben's thumb went to wipe away the falling tears. "Don't cry." He pressed a kiss to your temple. "Please, I love you. Don't cry."

You shrugged him away. "Love isn't alway enough. You made that very clear when you cheated on me, Ruben."

The air he exhaled surpassed your face. It was a sigh of defeat. However, if he wanted you to heal, he would start by telling you the truth.

Another soft kiss was pressed against your cheek. Ruben then created distance between you by leaning back in his carseat. His eyes were at the ceiling, shifting from right to left as if he didn't know where to begin. However, he needed to begin.

Part 1

Part 3

[sirensuccubus88]

(real life lesson/example of why giving your fucktoys AFTERCARE IS SO IMPORTANT.... Plus a little fun, yes this really happened)

Your such an asshole. But your a friend of a friend so I have to play nice. 

At one point I wanted to date you. The daddy vibes were off the charts and the way you talked to me, like I mattered. But it was all just an act, and being the stupid cumdump I am, I fell for it hook line and sinker.

I told you how I LOVE making fantasies come true, because if I give you your dreams, you'll never forget me right??? We've never actually met in person, I've never seen your face, but that's not really all that important to me and we have been talking for a while and we have mutual friends... I should be safe right.... 

You have me come over, into your garage, close the door, strip naked, put a blindfold on, get on all 4s and then knock to come inside. You open the door and grab me by the hair and drag me through the house. I can't see where I'm going and I've never been here before so I bump into things. You fuck my throat with a toy and then shove it inside me. 

No foreplay, no talking or getting comfortable, just straight to business. I'm not really having fun anymore. But I'm not a quitter. This could still turn out ok.... Maybe? You have me suck you off. 

The ONE NO I gave you is that I won't swallow. You make me do it anyway. It was the last straw and now I'm broken on the inside, I don't even really feel it as you drag me back to the garage on my hands and knees with the toy still inside me, say "the toy is yours" and close the door. 

I'm numb. Trying not to let it get to me. I end up sick in the parkinglot... Both from the cum (that I'm medically not supposed to swallow, which is the only reason I said no) and from what just happened.

Then? Radio silence. You contact me a few hours later just to have me pay for the toy you "gave" me and you ghost me after. No check in. No how you feeling. Nothing. You reach out randomly a few weeks later for sexual favors that I immediately turn down and tell you never again.

Revenge??

I thought I was rid of you... But months later you remind me I promised to do your hair for you ... I'm not a pro but I've been doing hair since I was 12 and I love it. 

I thought about saying no. I really wanted to say no... Please I just want to go back to forgetting what happened and forgetting you exist.... But you told our mutuals about how I promised to do your hair and I REALLY don't like breaking promises. 

Fine. I agree to come do your hair. I decide I'm going to make it fun for myself. I even agree to follow the house rule you previously set of being naked, well except for an apron. You see itll be fun for me. A little revenge. Because this time you can't touch me. I've revoked my consent. You will have to sit there and watch me naked. Watch me touch you, comb my fingers through your hair, and you can't do a damn thing about it. My little "fuck you asshole" idea has me smiling from ear to ear. Maybe I'll sit on your lap. And put my titties in your face under the guise of needing to get the front of your hair just right? Hmmm 

The day comes and I put makeup on and dress up a little slutty. A black almost backless jumpsuit with a deep plunge neckline. Just because I think your an asshole and I don't want to fuck you, doesn't mean my attention whore heart can't enjoy being your arm candy. It makes me valuable to make you look good. 

I was going to meet you at the store but you said come to your house and we will go together. So I do. I get in your car and  I'm smiling a little bit. I never get to be a passenger princess. You drive us to the hair store, music loud rough gear shifts... For just a moment I am having the time of my life. What can I say, this slut is easy to please. When we get to the store, you open doors for me and your polite and kind, to be honest I'm a little shocked. We get back to your place and I'm actually having a good time. But it's time to strip.

Your a little rude/short with me and I'm starting to think maybe it's clinical, not personality? maybe it's impulsive and you can't really help it?

I get naked. I do your hair. But you make me sit with you instead of leave so you can stare at my titties while your hair develops. I'm sitting watching the anime you put on, wiggle dancing to some thoughts in my head and you actually spike up a conversation. Like a silly dumb whore I let my guard down. You tell me to come sit next to you and I do. 

You grab a fist fill of my hair and make me arch back as far as it will go and I freeze. I'm already so wet from the way you buttered me up earlier with the princess treatment, but I'm worried, what about last time?  Then you turn my head to you and look at me and ask "do you want this?" It makes me melt into subspace and I shake my head yes. 

You start abusing my titties and pinching my nipples while I'm arched back, but you say "squeeze my leg if it's too much".... all that makes me want to do is try harder to take it.

You push my head down on your cock hard while spanking me, cutting off my air supply but you say "tap me when you need to breathe".... And now I'm pushing myself to hold my breath just a little bit longer.... By the end of it I'm trying to gag myself on it while your trying to pull me back by my hair. Fighting you to let me keep it in my mouth.

When it's time to cum you pull out and cum on my face and I'm so high off the scene I just giggle. You remembered!!! 

You help me to the bathroom... We shower. You help me get the cum off my face and out of my hair and I wash out your hair dye. 

I get dressed and go home and I swear my cheeks hurt I'm smiling so hard. The 1st time was absolute garbage, but that? That was fun. That I would do again. 

Asking for consent? Following set boundaries? Making sure I was safe and could communicate? The aftercare?

Top tier daddy energy. 100%!!!

Sorry this one was a little less smutty.... But there was an important point to make with this one.

***Good Daddy's get rewarded*** The safer we feel, the more free we are to be every little slutty thing your heart desires.

[mysteriouslyjovialcolor]

Australia 2022

-Danny home race>>

-Seb is back!

-Need a double Red Bull podium here

-Through goes Hamilton!

-Carlos lost places???

-Oooh nice start from Yuki

-“There’s Carlos Sainz, under pressure from Zhou Guanyu” Howww?

-Carlos?? He’s out!

-That has to be a safety car

-How’d that even happen?

-CS: “I’m in the gravel”

-VSC

-Charles coming back round the track and seeing an identical car staring right back at him 🧍‍♂️

-Full Safety Car out now

-Lance insane strategy run? He pit two laps in a row to get rid of the hards, then the mediums, and then put on the hard again

-No way they changed the safety car rules because of Max (need to get a count on how many times he’s got the FIA to change regulations)

-To LN: “Okay Lando, plan A plus 5”

-Yesss Checo!’

-“Hamilton, Russel, Norris, Ricciardo. And this could be a very titanic scrap for many many laps to come.” Is titanic a verb??

-MV: “Mate, my left front is completely grained.”

-The lineup is Charles, Red Bull, Mercedes, McLaren. How lovely

-Lewis up there being cork in the bottle

-“Valterri Bottas stuck behind Yuki Tsunoda” Apparently this is a recurring thing and I just haven’t noticed

-“You know what it’s like, two drivers just get attracted to each other” it’s like Liam and Fernando now

-To CL: “And we are going plan A plus 5”

-The Ferrari so far this season has had so much pace?

-To KM: “All okay Kev?”

KM: “Yeah, my bad”

-I was going to scream if he lost it there

-Max boxing; he’s come out p7

-“Can Max keep this position though? Cause it’s so slow coming out of the pits.. yeah he’s holding it, he’s holding it”

-Wasn’t expecting Lewis to catch up with Checo there

-“They’re second in the constructors title with a car that looks like it’s flying off the walls” it’s the Hamilton factor

-“There’s three (Daniel, Alex and Lance) of them! On the inside!”

-Charles and Lewis boxing now

-Come on Checo! Reverse that overcut!

-Yess! That was smooth

-Safety car?

-Oh Seb no

-“George Russel’s just popped himself up into the podium places. Very opportune for George Russel” I swear he has Lady Luck on his side

-Lance pit again?? Whyy?? I thought he was going till the end

-To LH: “So George pit under the safety car […]”

LH: “What does that mean? I’ve lost positions?”

To LH: “Affirm”

LH: “I keep getting unlucky with safety cars”

-Max and Charles!! Wheel to wheel!

-George peeking from behind too!

-“There’s a lot of drivers who have thought in the past, I’d really like to breeze past Fernando Alonso here and then a lot of drivers have thought 20 laps later, I’d really wish Fernando Alonso would get out of my way”

-“Quack, quack, overtake, Sergio Perez gets past the sitting duck and up into 4th place”

-Looks like he breezed past Fernando there

-To KM: “Come on Kev, these are really good laps” With old tires?

-“And there’s two McLarens now going after Magnussen” And Lando’s got him

-“There is our race leader, I promise you, he’s been there the whole time, we just haven’t seen him” Charles grand slam incoming? He has fastest lap too now

-Ooh and Daniel’s got past Kevin now too

-Man needs to go change his tires

-To GR: “George, management is more important than position. If you’re hurting your tires, trying to hold him back, you can let him by”

GR: “That’s not what I want to hear”

-And Checo has got past

-Oh nvm, Max fastest lap now

-“And Leclerc is reacting to that fastest lap”

-Maxxxxx???

-Whatttt??

-Noooooo

-I wasn’t expecting thisss

-Whyyyy

-The way he beckoned the marshals to put out the fire on the car

-MV: “I smelt some weird fluid. Everything is **** itself”

-Well at least Charles can grand slam safely now

-And Kevin and Alex get a cheap pit stop

-Waiiit?? Why is Kevin p17!!

-SP: “What was the problem with Max?”

-Max immediately maxplaining in the garage

-So annoying that Alex has to pit again, he’s managing his pace and tires well and he really doesn’t need to

-CL: “Let’s go for the fastest lap at the end”

-He has it now

-FA: “Who is that AlphaTauri?”

To FA: “It’s Gasly”

FA: “I mean I don’t get it, why he don’t overtake.”

-Not fun being stuck in a DRS train huh

-Oh wow Charles is 18s ahead of p2

-It’s Alex just not pitting?

-CL: “Can we go for the fastest lap before we hit traffic?”

To CL: Negative, we have the fastest lap and we don’t think anyone can beat it”

CL: “Okay, but, okay”

-He’s such a perfectionist

-What is the point of pitting Alonso now?

-Okay Williams has lost their minds

-“It’s been a thoroughly thoroughly dominant performance from Ferrari and Charles Leclerc”

-Alex pitting now 😭

-SP: “Are you still awake?”

To SP: “Still here, jet lack kicking in”

Poor guy, 20s behind the leader

-Grand slam!!

-CL: “What a race and what a pace”

-Ohmygod Alex actually came back out in the points. That’s insane.

[novankenn]

Spirits of Vengeance...

(1)- the Rider (Yang)

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!!" Yang screamed at the shadows inside the garage at her family home on Patch. "WE HAD A DEAL!"

"We did..." came a sinister almost hissing voice from all about her. "and I kept up my end."

"How? How did you? Mom is gone! She's gone!" Yang wailed tears flowing down her cheeks.

"I brought her back, like you asked..." the voice informed the distraught young woman. "We never agreed on how long she would stay..."

"So it was you!" Yang pushed down her sorrow and latched on to the burning rage with in her heart. "You did that to her and Ruby!"

"I did not." the voice replied. "I do not HURT my investments."

"I'm not an investment!"

"Oh my dear, dear Yang... yes you are."

"Bring them both back! I'll make another deal! Just bring them back!"

"I'm sorry my little sun-dragon... but you only get one deal."

"You can do it!" Yang wailed "You did it once you can do it again!"

"I'm sorry Yang... but without a deal... I can't..."

"But..." Yang collapsed to her knees , wrapping her arms around herself in a vain attempt to stop her shaking. "Why... why..."

"I wish I could tell you why..." the voice answered. "I truly do, but I have no answers for you... at least not yet."

"Yet?" Yang looked up to see a set of ominous and sinister glowing eyes in the deepest shadows of the garage. "What... what?"

"I have a job for you... and while you work to complete it... I'll find out the why and who of what happened to your mother and sister... deal?"

"Wait... you said no more..."

"This is not the same type of deal you made with me ten years ago..." the voice replied, "This is more of a verbal agreement. You do something for me... I'll do something for you."

"I... I..."

"Yang, my little sun-dragon... you really have no choice. I made an investment in you. I nurtured you strength, and wellness. I empowered you... now I aim to collect..."

"I won't..."

"You will. You have no choice... though if you... willingly choose to complete this task... I can do things in return... like find your mom and sister... so... what is your choice?"

"You swear?" Yang choked out as she forced herself to her feet. "You swear if I do this you will find them?"

"Have I EVER broken a promise to you?" the voice asked in response. "Will you be my rider?"

"Yes..." Yang answered with a shaking voice.

"Say it!"

"Yes, I will be your Rid.... ARGH!!!!!" Yang twisted about, pain shredding through her body. She staggered and fell to her knees as smoke began to flicker about her body. Wispy tongues of orange flame licked about her flesh, and she shrieked in agony.

"The change gets easier... with time." the voice commented as Yang's pale flesh melted and then was charred away. Floating into the air as specks of ash.

The sounds of her screams had never left the garage. The shadows having deadened them into complete silence... so there was no one but it to witness as the once vibrant beauty rose to her feet. All her exposed flesh was gone, leaving nothing but gleaming bone wreathed in flickering flames. Her once long golden locks now nothing but a cascade of rolling flames.

"Go. Vale. Her name is Trivia Vanille, though she goes more by Neo nowadays." the Rider turned it blazing eyes towards the origin of the sinister voice. "She is not wat she appears to be. Send her home."

"Send. Her. Home." the Rider hissed out in a guttural voice, before it moved forward towards her alternate body's pride and joy. As soon as its flaming fingers touched the motorcycle, flames leap forward and coiled about it. Slowly the formerly sleek street bike twisted taking a shape more inline with its new owner.

With a hissing snarl the Rider gunned the engine and tore out of the garage and down the short driveway, leaving a trail of flickering flames as it went.

The red eyes watched the Rider leave, before they too faded away.

(Master List)

[brimstoneandstardust]

Working on Ares in chunks, and decided to tease this little snippet today because I thought you all might enjoy it;

“Can’t help it, baby, you make me crazy…” he purred to her, making her moan quietly and rock up against him, his hand teasing between her legs. “Besides, we gotta take our time where we can. In case—“

There was a heavy footstep on the stairs above them, and Vinnie froze, ears perked.

“Um, sorry to interrupt,” Modo’s voice called, clearly at the foot of steps now, the only thing shielding their full exposure being the flimsy plywood. “Is it safe to come down?”

Vinnie sat back and let out the longest, loudest, most annoyed sigh of his life. “Sure. If you must.”

Charlie pulled him down and gave him a little consolation kiss. “Later, hot shot.”

Vinnie whined softly but nodded. “I’ll see if I can’t get rid of him. Keep the engine warm for me, sweetheart.”

He teased her again and Charlie swallowed the sound she wanted to make, swatting at him and pulling the blankets hurriedly over her.

Vinnie stood, and slipped out of the little room, spotting Modo now in the partial kitchen area of the garage which was really just a couple counters, a sink, a mini fridge, a microwave and an electric griddle that he was in the process of warming up.

“Um, bro?”

Modo looked up at him, searching through cabinets for ingredients. “Yeah bro?”

The easy, unbothered way he replied had Vinnie looking at him like he had grown a second head and it took Modo a moment to notice.

“It’s not even 5 am. What are you doing?”

The grey furred mouse shrugged, “Couldn’t go back to sleep, so I figured I’d get a head start on breakfast.”

Vinnie nodded, still flabbergasted. “Oh well…could you maybe come back to it in like…15 minutes?”

There was a noise from inside the plywood room and Vinnie corrected; “Make that 30.”

Modo smiled in a way that let Vinnie know he was perfectly aware of what he had interrupted. “Gee, sorry, but Daisy gets up with the sun—if you hadn’t noticed—and I don’t know if it’s this Earth air or what but that child is hungry. And I’m not about to let my little flower petal go without.”

He grinned at Vinnie, “And um…maybe you should invest in a robe while we’re here, bro. Your boxers are at half-mast…”

Vinnie’s face went pink under his fur and he bit his lip hard, caught between laughing and making Modo eat the spatula he was holding. “Very cute, very cute…but seriously? You can’t spare a mouse 30 minutes?”

Modo shrugged. “See Vin, I’ve already wasted like 10 on this conversation. And by the time I finish, you know you’ll only have like maybe 5ish left? And that’s hardly fair…”

“Boy someone woke up on the wrong side of the couch this morning!”

The grey furred mouse shook his head, the teasing gone, his tone softening.  “No, it’s not that, guess I’m just restless and need to keep busy. I’m sorry.”

Vinnie sighed, pressing himself against the counter until his situation resolved itself. “Nah it’s okay, I get it. Kiddo comes first. Pancakes then?”

“Just like mama used to make.” Modo nodded, pulling out the pancake mix and the gallon of milk that was nearly half empty now.

Vinnie watched him, easing into the comfortable motions of these mundane tasks. “This one of Jessie’s recipes?”

Modo chuckled quietly again. “Your sister could do a lot of things, but cooking wasn’t one of them. I always wore the apron strings in our relationship.”

Vinnie nodded, wistful. Neither said anything for a long quiet moment. There were no words needed to express the wave of missing they felt, the quiet grief they both shared.

After a few moments Modo looked at him again, offering a smile. “You know the first meal she ever tried to cook for me was some sort of chicken leg thing…looked great…but was still raw inside.”

Vinnie and laughed and cringed. “Gross!”

“Yeah…it sure was. She was so flustered. Only thing I could get her to make after that was sandwiches…” he stirred the pancake batter absently and Vinnie heard the faint crack in his voice as he added, “…sure do miss those sandwiches.”

Vinnie nodded, reaching across the space to squeeze his hand. “Hey big fella…don’t cry into the batter. It’ll be way too salty.”

Modo laughed rolling his eye, “You always know  just what to say.” He snarked.

[the-lark-ascending69]

Near-future, black mirror esque AU in which Nancy, stressed college student with loads of childhood trauma, gets recommended by her psychologist to get an emotional support robot. That's what they're called, yes. They're sold to very lonely people to pretty much look after them emotionally. Nancy has always hated the idea, and doesn't really like androids or robots of any kind. Plus, she thinks it's quite sad that she's so lonely she needs an android to keep her company. She also couldn't possibly afford it.

Her friend Steve, though, who hasn't seen her in a year despite living 15 minutes away (she has a tendency to isolate herself and use her studies as an excuse), got her one. It's a second-hand unit, a slightly older model that's seen several repair shops in the past, but it works, and it was half the price of a new one. He shows up to her apartment with the box, looking smug and proud of himself. If anything, Nancy feels insulted.

She doesn't touch the box for a few weeks, and doesn't get rid of it either, because her studies take her so much time, she can't bring herself to keep her apartment clean. When her mother visits and sees the mess she's living in, with a perfectly functional android willing to help her, she finally caves, and as soon as she's alone, she decides to see if this thing can at least help her clean up.

It surprises her that it looks so... human. Its skin is soft and warm, with all the natural imperfections of a human's skin. Same as her hair. She's dressed in old worn-out clothes, and she curls into herself, in fetal position, inside the box. Only the button under her skin on the back of her neck reveals her as an android. Nancy reads the instructions, presses there for 10 seconds, and waits.

Or she planned to wait - eight seconds in with Nancy's fingers pressed on that spot, and the android's eyes flew open. She cried out, screambled out of the box and looked around, breathing heavily and hugging herself. Her eyes fix on Nancy, look her up and down with a frown, and asks:

"Who are you?"

Nancy opens her mouth to reply, then looks down at the instructions, hoping they'd say something about this kind of scenario, and that her new robot didn't go rogue and try to kill her.

"Wait, are those my instructions?" The robot asked. She looked down. "I really don't mean to complain about my living situation going from extremely fucked to simply fucked, but that is not my original box. Mine was smaller, and it had a bunch of little dots on the side. Did they sell me again?"

The instructions said nothing about this possibility, so Nancy decided it was time to improvise.

"I... my friend got you at a garage sale, I think."

"Oh. Well, that is low, even for me," the robot said. She rubbed the back of her neck. "Should my neck hurt this much?"

Nancy blinked.

"Shouldn't you know that?"

"Honestly, I don't even know what levels of pain are normal for me. It always hurts just a little bit somewhere, like, right now, my whole spine really hurts." She laughs. "At least I think it's supposed to feel like pain? I don't think we're wired to feel pain, exactly, I mean, that would be just sadistic. Talk anti-natalism to me. But I swear this spot right here just feels really really bad. Or maybe it's anthropocentric to... perceive it as pain, don't you think? It's very existentialist, actually, the whole... perceiving thing - I bet Berkeley wrote something about it, at some point, but I haven't read him in ages."

"You read books?"

"What? Oh. Oh, uh... I - I think I'm offline? Like, I don't have access to the database, so I kinda have to do it the old-fashioned way if I want to learn somethin," she said. "It's cool, though! I like reading a lot."

"...Okay. So, um... here it says your model is..."

"Robin," the android said. Nancy looked up.

"I'm sorry?"

"That's my name," she said. "I came up with it, I - I thought it sounded nice. Do you like it?"

Nancy stared at this... thing, a million thoughs coursing through her head. The first one was a newfound understanding of her low price.

She made a movement with her head that could be understood as both a shake and a nod at the same time.

"Yeah, yeah, sure" she said, brows knit together. What the hell did Steve get her into? "It's... nice."

"Oh, thank God, because Mom and Dad hated it."

"Mom and...?"

"My first owners - Richard and Melissa, I always called them Mom and Dad. They... they, uh, they hated that, too."

Jesus Christ.

"So... Robin," Nancy said. "I was wondering if you could help me put away some of my things while I study."

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure." She stood there, eyes wandering, around, until they fell on Nancy's bookshelf "Holy shit, you have Dostoyevski! Is it in Russian?"

Nancy blinked, opened her mouth, took a step back and shook her head. Robin was already striding towards her bookself, tracing the spines of books with her fingers.

"Actually, why don't you read after you clean this up?"

Robin turned to see her, eyes wide and a growing smile, like a kid in a candy shop.

"I - I can read all of this?"

Nancy was going to kill Steve.

She shrugged and shook her head.

"Sure," she said. "After you clean this mess."

"Aye aye, cap!" Robin chirped, making a quick salute with her hand and getting to work.

Nancy was, for certain, going to murder Steve for making her responsible for this... thing. There was something wrong in her system, and that was very much obvious. She looked down at the instructions manual - surely there would be a way to turn her off for the night. She wouldn't want Robin to murder her in her sleep, or worse - wake her up at 4 am to talk about books.

Or she could just tell her to shut up. She was a robot, anyway. It's not like she could feel anything.

[tala-bez-i]

At first sight Chapter Thirty-One

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 3837

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You were angry with yourself, very angry. You felt bitter and embarrassed because it had been a long time since you had made such a fool of yourself as you did an hour ago. You quickly realized why Haruchiyo Sanzu burst out laughing when you offered to drive him home. 

Yes, you have driven under the influence of alcohol and he has driven under the influence of drugs, but neither of you has ever tried to drive after suffering a head injury. You knew it was a bad idea. Sanzu knew it was a bad idea... But until you got into the vehicle, he didn't bother to remind you of it. 

Of course, during all this time you shouldn't have forgotten about your injured head, even for a split second, but apparently the spray the doctor used on you at the home clinic had some kind of painkiller in it, because you hadn’t felt anything. It was quite a nice feeling, but on the other hand… 

“Are you still going to be mad, Y/n?” Sanzu asked cheerfully, driving your car calmly. 

"Couldn't you have pointed out to me right away that I'm not fit to drive a car?" You snapped back at him without even giving the man a glance.  

“You shouldn't have forgotten about your newly acquired injuries in the first place… How did you even manage to do that?” 

“I only feel pain when I touch the injured area harder.” You replied, your fingers gently running over the small wound on your head. “And besides, it's a matter of getting used to it.” 

“A matter of what?”  

“Habits. This isn't the first time I've had an injury and I didn't pay attention to the pain.” You shrugged and when you turned to the driver, you saw an undefined expression. He looked confused, disgusted, and surprised all at the same time. "What? You can't tell me that you don't have it that way. I've seen you in fights many times, and don't even try to lie that you don't sometimes ignore pain… 

“During the fight, not almost three hours after. Y/n, that's a big difference. It's one thing to feel pain during an adrenaline rush, and another thing when the adrenaline leaves the body." 

“Okay… You're right.” You sighed, looking out the side window again, through which you saw familiar views of single-family houses. “Thank you for agreeing to take me back to my house.” 

“If you had a change of clothes at my place, I would take you back there.” Haruchiyo replied. “I'm not sure you can wash this suit and shirt. Personally, I would write these clothes off.” 

"I'll try, at most I'll actually have to get rid of them." 

“You can afford a new one.” 

“I know, I know…” You sighed and Sanzu stopped the car in front of the entrance gate to your property. You watched as the gate automatically moved to the side, opening the way for you to the driveway leading to the garage. 

“When did you install the mechanism?” He became interested in Sanzu. 

“About three months ago. It's more comfortable.” 

"Lazybones." The man commented as he slowly drove up to the garage door. “These won't open on their own?” 

“No, not yet. I'm not as lazy as you think." 

You got out of the car and walked together to the front door of your house. 

“I see you planted more flowers.” Sanzu said and you turned to him. He looked at the edges of the path, which were decorated with low flowers. 

"Yes, I wanted the house to look a little more friendly..." 

“A little more friendly?” 

You became slightly confused and rubbed the back of your neck with your hand. “I meant… My mother always said that a garden without flowers is like a body without a soul.” 

“Hmm… Body without soul, huh?” He looked at you carefully and the corners of his mouth turned upwards. "If I didn't know you, I'd think you were married or trying to attract a potential partner." He joked, standing right behind you as you opened the front door of the house. 

You turned to him with a cheeky smile. “What if I'm trying to lure one?” 

He leaned forward and his slender fingers smoothed your hair, gently grazing your earlobe. There was an amused gleam in his eyes and his voice was as smooth as velvet. 

“I guess we've already established that you're mine? Don’t forget that, Y/n.” 

“I had no intention of doing so.” You answered him and your lips connected in a short kiss. "Do you like it?" 

“I will respect your efforts.” 

You went inside the house and Sanzu changed his shoes for the comfortable slippers you once bought especially for him. He huffed slightly irritated and shook his head. 

"This is your home." He said and you looked at him, surprised by the tone of his voice, waiting for some explanation. “But I feel more at ease here.” 

You laughed briefly and pointed to a low cabinet against the wall. On its counter there was a small vase with a bouquet of flowers in it. 

“I guess it's because this house has a soul.” 

“It doesn't look haunted…” The corners of his mouth turned up again and he pointed a finger at you. "But you fit it perfectly." 

“Hey…” You felt offended, but as soon as you saw your reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall, you understood what Sanzu meant and had to agree with him. 

Your face looked incredibly tired. The skin was pale, almost gray, and the hair was a complete mess. There were dark circles under your eyes and there were still streaks of dried blood everywhere. In your clothes stained with dirt and blood, you looked like an accident victim. 

You immediately remembered that the particles of red liquid belonged not only to you, but also to Sugiyama, when Emiko... You shuddered hard and felt bile rising in your throat again. 

You pressed your hand to your forehead and closed your eyes for a moment. 

“What's wrong, Y/n?” Sanzu asked worriedly, walking a little closer to you. “Are you feeling dizzy?” 

“No. I just remembered what Emiko had done.” You said quietly and headed towards the kitchen to get a drink of cold water. 

"What did she do?" 

Well, he didn't go inside the warehouse... 

"Emiko tried to run me over with the car while escaping." You started explaining. You drained the glass of cold water and filled yourself another one. “She ignored the fact that I was still fighting with her lovely husband and when I managed to jump away at the last moment, she simply ran over him.” 

"Fuck..." Sanzu's tone of voice showed no surprise. 

"Seriously. What's more, she then hit the crates and when she was backing out, she ran over his head." You winced at the memory of the sounds of bones cracking and drank another glass of water. “We've done a lot of things for Bonten, but I've never been a part of anything like this before.” 

The pink-haired man watched you silently and you sat down across from him at the kitchen table. 

“We did similar things, Y/n. Even you…" 

“Yes, I know what you're talking about, Sanzu. The difference is that I was dismembering a corpse and Sugiyama was still alive.” 

The man looked down for a moment and shrugged. “Think about shooting guys in the head.” You sighed and Haruchiyo looked at you again, the corners of his mouth twitching. "Remember what you did in that apartment building where you started the fire?" 

"Thank you. I knew I could count on you.” You grumbled as you stood up from your chair and headed upstairs to your bedroom. 

“Oh, come on.” Sanzu followed you and laughed softly. “You're not going to tell me that you're starting to soften, are you? Y/n?” 

“No, I'm not. You can be sure of that.” You started stripping out of your dirty clothes and when you turned to go to the dresser for some fresh underwear, you saw your interlocutor leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and looking at you with narrowed eyes. "Something's wrong?" 

“Can you find some comfortable clothes for me?” He asked as if nothing had happened. 

You motioned him to another chest of drawers that was next to the closet. “Service yourself. Just don't leave me any surprises.” 

"I have no idea what you are talking about." He raised both hands up and walked over to the dresser with an innocent face. 

“Of course you don't know.” You grumbled quietly, grabbed some clean underwear, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. 

“Remember not to get your head wet!” You heard it even before you closed the door. 

"Yes, I remember!" You stepped into the shower and turned on the warm water, which streamed down your chest. 

You turned around to let the muscles in your back relax just a little and began to wash yourself. You tried to erase the images from several hours ago from your mind, but everything was too fresh. Despite everything, you had to pull yourself together. You were, after all, a member of the most dangerous syndicate in Japan. You couldn't show weakness. 

You stepped out of the shower and were surprised to see Sanzu sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Despite the fact that his eyes were focused on your face, you tied the towel around your hips and blushed deeply. 

“I've already seen you completely naked, what are you so ashamed of? In private, we are a couple, aren't we, darling?” 

The tone of his voice was so soft and warm that you involuntarily blushed harder. You shrugged and moved closer to the sink. As you passed the man, he grabbed your wrist gently and sat you down on a low wooden stool. 

“Something needs to be done with this hair.” He said, stroking your head tenderly. “Let me handle this, please.” 

“Sanzu…” 

“Shhh…” He stroked your cheek and ran warm water into the sink, adding a bit of soap and dipping a small sponge. “Don't move, please. I don't want to do any more harm to you.” 

The fingers of one hand gently pushed back the strands of your hair while his other hand used a sponge to wash the dried blood from your scalp and hair. Haruchiyo's movements were sensitive and careful, completely different from what you had seen before. Especially after taking drugs. 

You grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to your lips to place a short kiss on it. 

"Thank you, Haruchiyo." 

His fingers brushed against your jawline and you felt the warmth of his lips on your forehead. 

“That's another time you've looked death in the eye, Y/n.” He went back to washing off your blood, the water in the sink turning pink. “You really need to start taking care of yourself.” 

“Were you worried?” 

“I always worry about you.” 

“Hmm… That's nice.” You smiled slightly. “I'm worried about you too.” 

"I have not noticed." 

"Pardon?" 

"You don't write, you don't call..." 

"You only called me once, when you were out of the hideout..." 

"Only and solely because Rindou was taking my phone." 

“You let him do that?” You asked surprised and Sanzu put down the sponge, replacing it with a comb which he started to comb through your hair. 

"Of course not." He growled quietly. “I had no choice. I had to focus on the task at hand, not you.” 

"That's adorable..." 

"It doesn't change the fact that you could have called..." 

“And talk to Rindou? No... Let's not give him the opportunity to tease you. Besides, I didn't want to disturb you." You explained and Sanzu placed his hands on your shoulders 

“I'm done. You can get dressed and go to bed. You need to take a rest." 

You stroked his hands and yawned loudly. “Thank you, darling. Will you join me?” 

Sanzu chuckled softly and ran his hands over your bare chest. “You want me to join you?” 

"Very. What if I fall asleep and…” 

One of his hands stopped at your throat and the pink-haired man moved his face closer to your ear. 

“Don't you dare finish. Get that thought out of your head, otherwise I will.” He said quietly, a warning in his voice. 

You swallowed, feeling a pleasant shiver down your spine, and Sanzu laughed again. He straightened up and took a step back, making room for you. You stood up from the stool and, giving the man you loved a tender smile, left the bathroom. 

When you went to bed, you threw the towel into the laundry basket, grabbed the underwear you had prepared earlier, and went to bed. You didn't have to wait long when Sanzu came out of the bathroom, washed and dressed in your pajamas, to which you smiled widely and patted the empty seat next to you. 

“I don't promise I'll fall asleep.” He said, leaning his back against the headboard and reaching for his phone. “I've been getting enough sleep lately.” 

"I know. You just need to be next to me.” You replied to him, rolling onto your side so you could look at him. “Sleeping and getting enough sleep are two different things.” 

“I got enough sleep.” He smiled softly, like he used to do a few years ago, and it warmed your heart. 

"Are you maybe, checking the news?" You asked, running your fingers lazily up his thigh. 

"Uh-huh." He confirmed by swiping his finger across the phone screen. “Nothing new regarding the findings on the Uchiyama property. But there was a brief mention of the discovery of the body of an elderly woman nearby.” 

"What?" You moved and Sanzu showed you a very short article. 

Two days after starting an investigation into the discovery of several unidentified bodies on the property belonging to a couple who are still considered missing, the nearby police station received a report of the discovery of the body of an elderly woman. After a preliminary examination, the police do not confirm the involvement of third parties, but they also do not confirm the accident... 

“It is not stated who, but I suspect their neighbor. She told me a lot about Emiko and her husband.” You said and bit the inside of your cheek lightly. 

“I wouldn't be surprised if that was true.” 

You murmured softly, settling your head more comfortably on your pillow. With each passing minute, you felt every single part of your body begin to relax. Only now, while remaining still, you began to feel pain in your arms, legs... Head and face. Every place where Daisuke Sugiyama's punches hit you hurt. 

"I guess it'd be better to have some painkillers on hand." Sanzu said as if sensing the change in your condition. He got out of bed to grab a pack of pills from the bathroom, which he placed on the nightstand and left your bedroom. 

After a short while, he returned with a glass of water and gave you one pill. “Take one in advance, please.” 

You did as he said and drank cold water. "Thank you." Sanzu returned to his seat next to you, leaning back comfortably against the headboard and went back to scrolling through his phone. “You're having a hard time with me.” 

"Not at all. I care about those who are important to me. Besides, you didn't have it easier with me when I almost overdosed several times.” He replied to you in a calm tone, not taking his eyes off the illuminated screen. 

“Sanzu…” You spoke after a short while. “You never told me what you thought of my café.” 

“I told you it was a good deal.” 

“You know that's not what I'm talking about.” 

His finger that was moving on the screen froze in place and a cold expression appeared on Haruchiyo's handsome face. “I know what you're getting at.” 

“Are you mad at me for deciding to make his dream come true?” 

“Mucho wanted a coffee shop, that's true, but he also wanted to be a barista.” He explained quietly and looked at you through his long, thick eyelashes. “You're not a barista, so I don't consider your café paying tribute to a traitor.” 

"Thank you. It means a lot to me." 

The pink haired man smiled and his fingers ran through your hair. “Don't think about it too much. As long as you're on Mikey's side and mine, I won't change my mind." 

“Gracious…” You purred, enjoying Haruchiyo's caresses and your eyes closed for a moment. 

"Hey, Haru…" 

"Yes?" 

"I love you." 

Sanzu laughed softly. “I love you too.” 

“You said it.” You smiled blissfully, feeling your heart start beating faster. 

“I love you, Y/n.” The man said again, his voice becoming more confident. 

"Again, please." 

"I love you, honey." He purred as he continued stroking your hair. 

"I love you more." You whispered, feeling sleepiness take over you. 

"I do not think so." 

You wanted to say something else, but all that came out was incoherent, quiet gibberish and your breathing slowed. 

You moved violently after what seemed like a short while, but when you opened your eyes, you saw that your bedroom was in semi-darkness and the place where Sanzu had been sitting was empty. He left you again... 

You barely managed to sit up when the bathroom door opened and a pink-haired man stood there. He gave you a surprised look and moved a little closer. 

"Did I wake you up?" 

“No, I think I'm already asleep.” You smiled slightly, relieved that you weren't alone this time. "Everything's all right?" 

"Yes. Why are you asking?" 

You shrugged, unable to answer the question, and stretched hard. “I needed this. A painkiller, a comfortable bed and a sense of security next to my beloved, most important man in my life.” 

“Oh my, what a sweet confession.” He joked, his cheeks flushing slightly. “If you're hungry, I've made some curry.” You looked at him with wide eyes, not quite believing your ears. “I know this is your favorite meal and I hope it tastes just a little bit like your mom's curry.” 

Your heart instantly softened, and seeing how confused Sanzu was right now, you were overcome with even more love for him. 

You got up from the bed, walked over to him and wrapped your arms tightly around him. "You spoil me. As if my days were numbered..." 

“Stop joking around in such an idiotic way, L/n.” The other huffed but hugged you back and a short wave of laughter shook your body. "If I hear something like that again, you'll regret it." 

You grabbed his hand and started to lead him out of the bedroom. 

"What are you doing?" 

“We'll eat together. If something goes wrong, we'll both get sick." You joked as you walked down the stairs to the ground floor. 

"Maybe giving you up to your brother isn't such a bad idea after all." Haru said irritably, trying to make his voice sound amused. 

The closer you got to the kitchen, the more tempting the aroma became. You smiled broadly, released his warm hand and lifted the lid of the small pot containing the food. 

“God…” You inhaled the aroma and closed your eyes, remembering your mother's cooking. "Haru... This smells amazing!" 

The man opened the rice cooker and you handed him two plates from the cabinet. He thanked you, spooned out an appropriate portion of perfectly cooked white beans, and you poured on the curry. 

When you sat down at the table and put the first bite into your mouth, your taste buds went crazy. Everything was just like you used to teach a man. It was like a memory, although of course nothing could compare to the cooking of the woman who brought you into this world. 

“And?” He asked calmly and slowly eating his portion. 

"Marry me." You said seriously and Sanzu widened his eyes at you. 

“Are you crazy?” 

"Nope. You take care of me, you know how to cook the perfect curry... I love you and I accept your flaws. Marry me, Haruchiyo.” 

"Flaws? What flaws?” He asked with a frown, and you laughed. “I have no flaws.” 

"If you don't freak out, kill and torture others, not to mention being involved in gangs and drugs, you actually have none." 

He shot you a warning glance but shook his head and went back to eating his portion of food. You followed suit and within minutes your plate was empty. 

“It was really delicious. Thank you, I feel much better now.” 

“That's good because you need to get back to full strength as soon as possible.” He pushed his empty plate aside and took your hand in his. "We don't know when Yuji will strike, and I'd rather not lose my trusted man due to carelessness." 

You wrapped your fingers around his and lifted his hand to your lips, placing a series of soft kisses on his knuckles. 

“What's with kissing my hands, huh? Y/n?” 

“If I was in a better condition, I would kiss you all over.” You responded by giving him a warm look, to which he responded with a snort and a mischievous smile. 

"You're so bad at flirting sometimes, I can't believe you were supposed to get married just a few years ago." 

“You're terrible,” You kissed his hand again. "Besides, if my flirting was that bad, you wouldn't give in to me." 

“It's more like you fell under my spell, Y/n.” 

"I won't deny it... But you like my style..." 

“I accept it. Sometimes it's nice to watch you make a fool of yourself and get tired just to get at my ass." 

You looked at him and gasped. You placed your hand on your chest, close to your heart. “You are cruel, evil and vile.” 

“And that's why you're drawn to me. It's part of my charm." His lips stretched into an even wider smile, and he got up from the table to clean up the dishes. 

"And I'm not doing this to get at your ass." You grumbled, still sitting at the table, your hand going to your healing wound on your head. You felt a fresh scab, but so far you didn't feel any major swelling. 

“Should I remind you how you sucked on my cock like an algae eater last week?” 

“It was one time, and it didn't quite work out the way I wanted it to…” Haruchiyo turned towards you and his lips formed a silent O. “When I get back into shape, I'll show you what I can do.” 

“Is this a promise, a warning or a threat?” He asked amused and you gave him a proud look. 

"All at once." 

“So, I'll take you at your word. My little personal slut.” He laughed and you huffed at him in annoyance, feeling deep inside your heart full of joy at his presence. 

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[whoslaurapalmer]

hold on back to the housing conversation. when I said yesterday that living alone right now would entail 'making big sacrifices' and feeling childish about them it's like........

-well first of all, I did learn that mentally i can live alone, and, with the right mortgage, I could do it financially!! that was not a waste of time or information!!

-i want 3 bedrooms. i don't think it's unreasonable to want 3 bedrooms. I have things. it's okay to have Things. It's okay to want space and not feel like you are in a shoebox.

-i want one of the bedrooms for storage. I like holiday decor, and my mom and i had collected a great deal for christmas and halloween, and, I don't want to have to get rid of that! I love all that stuff, it's my style, I want to take it with me! but it's a lot of stuff. but if I got rid of it, I'd never see it again! I'd have to buy new decor, spend years getting that, and STILL struggle with having a place to store THAT! AND IT'S NOT BAD TO WANT TO HAVE SEASONAL DECOR

-EVEN AS A SINGLE WOMAN LIVING ALONE! IF IT'S DESIRABLE TO ME AND BRINGS ME JOY I SHOULD BE ABLE TO HAVE IT WITH ME! I CAN GET RID OF SOME OF IT LATER IF I REALLY WANT!! BUT I SHOULD BE ABLE TO TAKE IT!!

-and beyond the holiday decor -- family photos back to the 80s! 30 long years of medical records, some of which is the only surviving copy of it now especially after that time my digital medical records inexplicably got wiped!! some of my dad's old important papers that idk if I'll need!! my mom's old paperwork, some of which i can throw away and have but others I'm like, should i!! furniture i like, that i cannot successfully say if I can (not just should, but CAN) keep or not until I know where I'm going!!

-clothes! shoes!! coats!! puzzles i like to do sometimes!! little tables i like!! my hobbies my crafts my books!! some things that are so. superfluous and unnecessary and selfish and childish and unrealistic to want to keep as A SINGLE WOMAN LIVING ALONE but are things that are a part of me and my life that i shouldn't have to give up. right now. not right now.

-storage units are an expense! I can't store things in my aunt's garage indefinitely, that's not a long-term solution! that's my grandmother's house too and my grandmother is in her 90s although in great health but realistically, they can totally lose that garage space cause my aunt is NOT keeping that house when my grandmother goes.

-and sure i can go through all of that. I can pick what to keep and what to not keep. I can maybe say, sure, only two bedrooms. sure fine, only one! I can pare my life down to one bedroom! what is it that makes up 'my life'! 'my life' is not defined by possessions and a house is not primarily to put your stuff but that doesn't mean i don't have possessions or stuff and I didn't think that was asking a lot, to want to hold on to some things!!

-and even if i could yeah say that, I can't get that done by like, tonight, and say tomorrow, sure, let's look at smaller places! fine, I'll sell this and this and not regret it and we can stage the house differently! I'll get rid of things i take comfort in so I can fit somewhere else!!

-and even beyond that, though! the 2 bedroom options are limited!! I could get by with being in a townhouse and sharing walls if it was the right place but a lot of them aren't the right place for one reason or another!! and i said I'd never live in an HOA! but is THAT unrealistic! am I compromising something by agreeing to an HOA?? what would that even be!! but let's not act like HOAs are always great overall!! also there's still a lot of crime in the one that's in my budget and local! am I just being irresponsible by wanting to stay right in the town I grew up in?? shouldn't I want to be somewhere else??? shouldn't I want to see other things??

-WELL MAYBE I DO BUT NOT RIGHT NOW ESPECIALLY WHEN MY RIDE STILL LIVES HERE BECAUSE I DONT DRIVE AND I DONT SEE THAT HAPPENING SOON!!

realtor: lulu, why DONT you drive?

me: my stress response is to freeze and make myself as small as possible, so I cannot accurately say that if I was in a stress position on the road I would be able to confidently do the right things to not only keep my life safe but the lives of everyone else in the road, because driving is actually not an individual activity and you need to be able to trust other drivers to do the right thing at least like 80% of the time anyway

realtor: no i get that, I was like that. but I think it's one of those things that comes with driving experience, yknow? I think you'd develop it.

-or the manufactured homes are too far away!! 20 minutes isn't a lot of time for some people but when you don't drive and you ask your brother to take you almost everywhere and then you'd have to factor in that 20 minutes to your routines, to buying gas, to thinking about him having to drive back to his place at night on roads with heavy traffic, I can't ask my brother to do that and he doesn't want to!

-there was a fabled 3 bedroom townhouse that DID pop up nearby and I wanted to see it so fucking badly bc it looked so perfect. but it turned out the owner was renting it out (apparently this is a popular thing to do with townhouses too??) and the renter was not happy being asked to leave and refused to agree to showings and then it went to pending after only a week so we think the renter is trying to stay. and of course they should!! but. sigh alas for me.

joel: it was probably too good to be true.

me: MAYBE.........BUT I'LL NEVER KNOW NOW!

-I CANNOT rent. my income is not enough to rent ANYTHING. my brother gets away with renting bc again he lives in a 300 sq ft thing that was at one point a shed. and he pays over $800 for that now!! that's highway robbery.

-no I can't live in 300 sq ft of space and I don't think anyone should be asked to! unless you're joel vandelay, who just likes having his own space. but also, let us not forget that Joel vandelay himself also HAS PAPERWORK THAT HE WAS STORING HERE, IN THE ATTIC, BECAUSE HE DOESNT HAVE ROOM FOR IT THERE, OBVIOUSLY, AND WAS LOATH TO GET RID OF A BUNCH OF OLD STUFF TOO. THAT HE SHOULDN'T HAVE TO GET RID OF EITHER!!

-but then I think. okay so my brother moves in with me. we stay here. and I have more time to get rid of things and get new things if I want but then what if there's too little things in the house yknow?? what if I once again have too much to put somewhere else?? what if it winds up finally staged perfectly to sell purley by accident because i had more time to consider this and that but then we're not fucking selling it a couple months from now??

-and i don't think my what ifs are purely from a place of anxiety I think they are things to realistically think about!!

-and I'm the only one who can make decisions about my Things! possessions! everything! I don't want answers or advice or suggestions from anybody else about it!

-but sometimes i feel like other people have made decisions for me in their heads (i.e, lulu will have to get rid of certain things) and they're just waiting for me to get there myself.

-but even cousin's wife was like, yes you should be able to have room for this! but she also again says I'm not going to move right now into my forever home which is yes true but how can I think about moving in the future when I haven't done this one yet and I'll STILL have the same problems! with wanting room that I'm apparently not allowed right now!!

-IT'S NOT THAT DIRE IT'S NOT A MORAL FAILURE TO LIVE WITH MY BROTHER OR TAKE MORE TIME TO FIGURE THIS AND THAT OUT AND WE WILL NOT LIVE TOGETHER FOREVER IT'S ALL JUST A LOT AND I DONT WANT TO FEEL LIKE I COULD'VE LIVED ALONE RIGHT NOW IF ONLY I WAS. BETTER. LESS PICKY LESS CHILDISH LESS DISABLED but that part's a different conversation

-I GOTTA CALL THE MORTGAGE COMPANY AND I GOTTA GET DRESSED AND WASH MY FUCKING HAIR

[blujayonthewing]

2, 4, 8, 15, & 18 forrrrr all the gnomes please 🙏

[chanting] GNOMES GNOMES GNOMES GNOMES

2. What role would your OC fill in a friend group?

Idri - Oh she's 100% driving this thing. 'Hey you guys wanna hang out?' 'OH we should check out that new place--' 'GUESS WHO JUST BOUGHT NERF GUNS. MEET ME AT THE PARK IN TEN NOT A DRILL'. Melliwyk - Guy who's actually really fun to hang out with but always has something else going on every single time you invite her to do anything; just has to be dragged out of her house for her own good once in awhile Felix - Seems nice, but so quiet you're only vaguely aware of him-- and then one night it's 3am after a house party or a night out and everyone else went home or fell asleep or passed out and you've somehow ended up talking about your childhood trauma and your fraught relationship with your dad; he's the guy you're talking to. Also brings snacks but mostly nobody realizes that was him Indigo - If Idri's saying 'you guys wanna see me do a backflip off the roof of the garage' Indigo is cheerfully offering to get popcorn. Up For Whatever friend, doesn't intervene in probably bad ideas because they kinda just wanna see what happens. There's also a really specific flavor of Theater Kid energy to their general vibe and sense of humor that may be more a My High School Friend Group thing specifically? lmao. relaxed and intentionally eccentric. cheshire cat vibes

The rest under the cut!

4. How do they act when they’re sick, and does it change depending on who they’re around or how sick they are?

idri - complaaaains. doesn't waaanna be siiiiiick this suuuucksssss WEHHH. is intentionally melodramatic because being silly about it makes her feel a little better. is silly even harder when she's Really Sick to distract herself from being worried about it

melliwyk - highkey stubbornly denies it as much as she possibly possibly can get away with, makes herself worse, and then is a grumpy cantankerous ass if she really does have to admit that she can't keep working through it and has to rest instead. Allows herself to be taken care of but is irritable about it the whole time felix - injured animal who finds a private hole to curl up and quietly die in. if he's Not That Sick he'll always insist that he's fine, really, and make himself scarce for several days rather than argue about it; if he's more seriously ill and can't successfully hide it, he won't fight being tended to but he'll be stressed out the entire time indigo - hyperbolically dramatic if it's not very serious-- alas, I am laid low... my thread of fate nears its end.... If you could bring some tea, it may be... my last request....... -- but more serious, themself, if they're more seriously ill; quiet, daydreamy. Polite and gracious if they're being tended to. Probably the only one of these idiots who would go to a doctor if they really needed to without having to be forced to by someone else

8. What’s something that your OC owns that means the world to them? What’s something they own that they don’t like, but can’t bring themself to part with?

idri - All her lockpicks and other tools were inherited from her mentor, Silas; also, her swords and daggers were all gifts from her circus friends when she left to take up adventuring, and they all mean a lot to her. On the other hand, she relatively recently learned that Silas was actually murdered, and that his killers left a calling card, a foreign coin which she now has; it makes her uncomfortable, but it also seems weird to get rid of it. (further complicated by the even more recent revelation that Silas is alive after all and his death was staged to avoid that murder. It's all very weird and complicated!) melliwyk - There was a children's book, The Queen's Lament, already on the shelves when mel moved into her house; at the time she didn't think much of it, but it has since taken on new meaning after we learned what it meant and why it was left there, and now it serves as a memento for her now-departed house ghost. And god she has a TON of stuff she Hates that she Won't get rid of fgjkhgfd :'D Potion of Hollowness (kills the drinker, destroys their soul and resurrects their body without one), magic cleaver we found in the secret horrorshow chop shop full of chunks of animated corpses (already hated this on principle but recently learned it also severs a little bit of soul if you cut off a body part with it), infernal book bound in human flesh, ring of water elemental command that Probably compells you to start a kraken cult and also seems to hate zhartook personally.... we could do this all day lmao. But it's all magic items, and a lot of it might have real use in the coming fight, she can't just GET RID OF THINGS just because they're ICKY-- felix - He's kind of an easy-come easy-go fellow wrt belongngs; he tends to lose stuff a lot (stolen, dropped and couldn't be recovered, left behind in an emergency) so he tries not to get too attached to anything, but he's managed to hang onto his cloakpin for years-- it was a gift from a little girl whose lost cat he found and returned to her, and he cherishes it. He's not crazy about carrying cultist robes around, but there's a chance he might still need them. indigo - Their star-map golden eye was a collaboration between themself and their teacher; with it they carry the stars wherever they go. As their belongings go, it means everything to them. They have several mundane paper star charts in their collection, and they really don't like them At All but they keep them around in case the captain or anyone else needs to reference them for some reason

15. How does your OC take up space? What do they do with their hands when they talk, or how do they sit in chairs?

idri - she's BIG. she's my smallest gnome, but she's got the biggest personality, and it gives her a big presence; she's energetic, she's got Jumpin Boots and puts them to good use, she talks and gestures theatrically, she sits on tables, she'll sit on your shoulder if you're big enough and seem open to it. part of what makes her so good at stealth is that her normal behavior is such that if idri's around, she's extremely noticeable, so if she makes an effort to get small and quiet it makes for a very effective vanishing act just under the cover of her own typical presentation. melliwyk - mel stands pretty upright, if not leaned back a little; she tends to sort of bustle about, and has really expressive, animated body language, talking with her hands and gesturing often, rolling her eyes with her whole head, and soforth. she shrimps like a motherfucker, though-- if she's sitting she's almost always hunched over something, even if it's just reviewing her own notes while obligatorily picking at breakfast felix - on his own, he takes up exactly as much space as he takes up. he's small enough that he rarely feels he needs to make himself smaller in normal circumstances, usually taking a relaxed posture, but he generally keeps within his own space, walking with his hands in his pockets, or sitting and drawing, smoking, or resting a hand on his chin. he talks with his hands a little bit (or a lot, of course, if he's signing), but in a more reserved way, relatively close to the body. leans the fuck in when he's interested in something, sitting or standing. shrinks into himself when he's stressed, and/or just leaves altogether, if he can indigo - languid at rest, sprightly in motion. they'll lounge, lean on stuff, throw an arm over the back of the seat. I think they stand with their arms crossed often, but gesture rather broadly while speaking. they don't go out of their way to take up space, but they don't really bother making any special effort not to either

18. If they can or would drive, what would their car be like?

idri - idri drives a mini cooper and treats 'driving to the mall' like it's gokarting. it's got stickers and decals on the back and probably a couple little plastic toys in the windshield; the back seat's cluttered but the cockpit's tidy and the exterior is always clean and shiny melliwyk - before she got magic narcolepsy and couldn't drive anymore melliwyk was out here building chitty chitty bang bang in her garage out of one of those weird little novelty cars you see sometimes that look like they were made up for a peewee herman movie. 'how in god's name is that thing road legal' type car. rube-goldberg-breakfast-machine-ass car felix - he'd much rather walk, or take a bus or train! if he had to have a car it'd probably be some really old and cheap used sedan, but he'd take really good care of it until it gave out. there's a first aid kit and some stuff like rope, heavy gloves, old blankets, and probably a pet carrier in the back just in case. ... actually, if he had a car, he'd probably just go ahead and live in there 🤔 indigo - [steeples fingers] I'm gonna go with my gut on this one; I had the thought 'they want a convertible' and also 'they wanna be able to drive into the mountains' simultaneously, so I think... they've got a jeep? roof off, wind in their hair, looking for adventures

ask about my OCs! :D

[formula1fanfiction]

Valtteri Bottas / George Russell

Title: Respect your Alpha's

Pairing: Valtteri Bottas / George Russell

Characters: Valtteri Bottas, George Russell, Toto Wolff

Prompt: ABO Angry alpha Valtteri and omega George In 2021 Russell and Bottas made crash at Emilio Romagna. Wolff want to solve them their problem.

George can smell the anger and disappointment of the two Alpha's through the door. He fucked up, it's as simple as that. He had made a mistake and took Valtteri out with him and in the heat of the moment had blamed Valtteri and had even stormed over and slapped the top of Valtteri's helmet.  

He an omega, had attacked an Alpha. Nothing good can come from this, he knew he was in huge trouble as soon as Toto from the Mercedes garage had summoned him from the Williams garage for a 'crisis meeting'

He can hear the shouting through the door as he gently knocks on the office door. "Come in, George." George quietly shuffles inside and stands next to Valtteri behind Toto's desk, baring his neck in submission.

Valtteri ignores him all together and resumes his shouting. "It's bad enough I am being replaced with an omega, but when the same omega attacks an alpha, it's completely unacceptable. how you can allow this?" Valtteri's eyes are glowing amber, the tell tale sign of a furious alpha, so George just stays quiet.

"I understand that Valtteri, and it's shameful for an omega to act this way and I agree he needs to be punished." Both Alpha's glare at him. "May I speak?" George croaks out, he's aware how terrified he must smell right now. "Go ahead, George."

"I know I was out of line today, I apologise to Valtteri and I am willing to accept any punishment you see fit." Toto nods. "Very good, George."

"There is one thing." Toto taps his chin as if he's deep in thought. "It's not something we really do anymore but it is in your contract if the situation should arise but i'm only giving the green light if the both of you agree to it."

Neither Valtteri or George speak, so Toto continues. "If George submits himself to you sexually, would that solve the issue?" Valtteri nods. "I think it would, if George agrees obviously."

Both Alpha's turn to look at him, George nods. "Yeah, i'm okay with that." He agrees, it's the best solution all round, it's in George's biology to submit so that doesn't bother him at all and as soon as it's over, they can put the situation behind them, putting the omega in his rightful place.

They leave together and decide George's hotel room is the best place. It has his nest and all his other omega self care items. Valtteri takes a big sniff as he enters the room and purrs approvingly at the scent. "You smell so good George, you smelt weird in Toto's office." Valtteri too smells a lot better now he's calmer.

"Are you sure you want to do this George? It seems a bit weird now were both calm." George grins michvious, his favourite part of being an omega is the sex and he's not going to miss an opportunity with a willing Alpha, he can smell how turned on Valtteri is.  

George quickly discards all his Williams team kit, into a crumpled corner. He usually a neat little omega but he just wants to get on with things. George climbs onto the bed, on his hands and knees and presents himself to Valtteri, submitting.

"Alpha, please alpha. I've been a naughty omega and need putting in my place."

George can already feel the slickness gathering at his hole, from how turned on his. Valtteri quickly gets rid of his own clothing and jumps up onto the bed to join George.

"Do you usually need lube, George?" Valtteri circles his entrance and easily sinks three fingers inside. George rests his head on his shoulder to glance at Valtteri. "No, my slick is usually enough."

George pushes his arse further back, pushing Valtteri's fingers even deeper inside of him. "Please take me, Alpha."  

George still has his head resting on his shoulder, watching as Valtteri gives himself a few hard strokes, using George's own slick to lube himself up and only then does he nudge the head of his cock against George's slick covered hole.

Valtteri doesn't make him wait too much longer and gently sinks inside, sliding easily through the mess of slick, until he bottoms out inside of George. His hips bumping against George's cheeks. The omega can't help but let out a little satisfied moan as he's filled up with an alpha cock.

"You've been such a bad omega." Valtteri growls, but it sounds forced and George tries not to giggle foolishly.  "You need to do exactly as your alpha tells you and submit to me." Valtteri follows it up, by pulling all the way out, only to brutally slam back into him.  "Do you understand me? Omega?"

"Yes Alpha, i'm so sorry. I promise to be a good omega." George whines, pushing back and fucking himself onto Valtteri's cock. That's the fun of being an omega, you get to be such a slut for a cock and no one bats an eyelid.

"Even for an omega, you're needy." Valtteri chuckles but he still doesn't move, George clenches and unclenches around the cock inside of me, trying to make himself as tight as possible, willing Valtteri to give him something, ANYTHING.

"Such a dirty little omega, aren't you George?" Valtteri finally starts to move, filling George with slow, long deep thrusts. "Just the talk of submitting made you wet for an alpha cock."   

"I need more, please alpha, I need more." Valtteri holds George's hips in a bruising grip, keeping him still. "You will be getting my knot, you just need to be patient. Anyone would think you're in heat."

Valtteri slides the whole way out, sending a flood of George's slick with it, only to slam back inside of him again, with such a brutal force, George almost falls forward. Valtteri's thrust are hard and deep, the loud sound of the squelching of slick echo's throughout the room. "Good little omega, submitting to your alpha."

George's arms give way from the force of Valtteri's thrusts and he ends up, face down ass up on the bed, giving himself fully to Valtteri, pushing himself back and clenching him hole, silently begging for Valtteri's knot.  

"If you are like this normally, I dread to think what you are like during heat." George clenches onto the sheets as another hard thrust slams inside of him. "Bet you need to be knotted all day and night, crying begging for it." That pretty much sums him up to be fair. "You'll have to join me for my next heat and find out."

The thought alone turns Valtteri on and he's close now, he slams into George with all his might, moving as fast as he possibly can. "Need you to fill me up Alpha, claim me, make me yours." George spreads his knees wider, opening himself up even more ready for the incoming knot.

"Let me help you first." Valtteri wraps his hand around George's aching cock and slams into his prostate with every thrust. George can't help but let the needy moans escape his mouth as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm. It hits him like a ton of bricks and he's screaming as he comes over Valtteri's fist.

"Need your knot, Alpha come on." George squeezes down as tight as he can. "Fucking hell George, you've only just come."  Valtteri picks up his pace again, as he feels his knot starting to catch, furiously pistoning his hips, until his knot finally catches, locking them together.

"Are you always this slutty?" Valtteri laughs, pulling George into a spooning position, letting himself get comfortable until his knot finally pops. "Yes, there aren't many fun things about being a omega, so why not run away with the one thing you have?"

"And what's that?

"Submitting to alpha's and being such a cock slut for it."

[trivialbob]

It’s been snowing most of the day and will continue all night. Normally I love a good snowstorm. But this stuff is wet and melts when it hits the blacktop. It’s a junior varsity blizzard. ★★☆☆☆

The snow made plane-watching decent at the airport dog park. I love when I can’t see a jet coming in at a distance, then suddenly one pops through the low clouds. Surprise! Another fun thing: when the planes get done at the de-icing truck, their wings are bright green.

Sulley is unhappy with me. Three times today I prevented him from bringing home something he found. First was a dead raccoon at the airport dog park. It weighed more than Sulley. It would have been amusing to watch him try to carry it back to the car. That was followed by a chunk of ice he picked up in the parking lot. It would have just melted inside the car. Finally, I took the dogs on a late afternoon walk in the neighborhood. Sulley and Oliver found an intact donut by the front door of the grocery store. That would have just ended up as barf on my living room floor, so they were deprived of a free donut. I know, I passed up on something free.

Tomorrow is the final day of REI’s 20% off one full-price item and 20% off an outlet item. I also have a hefty REI dividend waiting for me. Basically I can get one or two things from REI for practically nothing.

I hate to see a coupon go to waste. The only problem is, there’s nothing I truly need. I sort of want a daypack. I just don’t really have a use for one. It would sit in my closet, to be rarely used. I can’t justify it. There’s an REI duffel bag I like, but I have a perfectly good LL Bean duffel. It would be wasteful to get another one just for one little extra feature and a different color. Perhaps I should have a garage sale, get rid of many things, and have an excuse to buy new stuff.

[godesssiri]

I wanted to give some advice to people who are near enough to help areas affected by the recent hurricanes and haven't been affected themselves. I live in New Zealand and last year my home town was devastated by Cyclone Gabrielle, I live 4 hours away and was organizing to get things in to people who needed them.

Look on Facebook. Groups will be organizing and sharing information about what donations are needed and where to bring them to. A determined middle-aged woman will be helping hundreds of people out of her garage or whatever empty space she's been able to sweet-talk or brow-beat some business man into loaning her.

Donate material goods that are actually needed right now. It's tempting to go 'I've got no money but I can clean out my wardrobe and give stuff'. Please don't. I saw several charities turning stuff away because SO MUCH had been dumped on them.

Right now things that you can actually give from your own homes if you have them to give or if you can appeal to your community:

Big and tall men's clothing, they'll get loads of women's and kids stuff but there will be a shortage of larger men's clothes so if you are a larger man or know one you can hit up, they'll be grateful.

Sturdy footwear, particularly rubber boots - they've got a lot of mud to slog through and they need to protect their feet.

Protective clothing, work gloves, hard hats, high vis gear.

Camping lights, head-lights, solar-lights. If they're without power these are all much safer than candles.

Monitor local Facebook groups and see if they're appealing for anything in particular.

In a few months to a year or so they're going to need everything else so if you want to help but all you've got to give is your old fridge or a pile of blankets then just hold off until people are asking for those things. Once they have a safe place to live they'll need help filling it. Keep following any Facebook groups that form and be prepared to help later.

If you can buy things to take in or get local businesses to donate or however you go about providing new things, stuff that's gonna be really helpful right now:

Prepacked food that's easy to heat up on a barbeque or camp stove. Pouches, meals in a can, just add boiling water, anything you'd take camping. Ingredients aren't really helpful right now for people who are using all their energy to survive and don't have extra to make a meal.

Milk powder. You can make up just as much as you need and don't need to worry about refrigerating it.

Bottled water.

Baby formula.

Diapers

Toilet-paper

Baby wipes. The wastewater systems will be a mess so they're probably being advised to avoid showering even if they have running water. Baby wipes are a good way to keep reasonably clean.

Clorox wipes or similar products. Just as they're having trouble keeping themselves clean it's also a challenge to keep their environment clean.

Heavy duty garbage bags. There's a lot of spoiled food, soaked/rotting paper/fabric/building materials, that need to be contained until they can be gotten rid of. Landfill is likely affected so the best they'll be able to do is seal it up in heavy duty plastic until there's somewhere they can dump it.

Camp stove gas canisters

Batteries

Pet food

Tortillas. They keep longer than leavened bread, there's a million things you can do with them, and they're way more compact for transport. (When we had the car full to the roof with stuff we were taking in to our family, I was so proud when I realized we could transport 300 tortillas in the spaces under the driver's and passenger's seats.)

Over the counter meds - there'll be lots of people doing work that's making them very sore. Also basic first aid stuff, it'd be a bitch if you survived the hurricane uninjured only to end up with an infection that you got from a splinter while cleaning up.

If you're delivering things yourself then avoid staying in the area for too long unless you're actually taking part in the clean up. Take everything that you'll need while you're there. When you leave offer to take trash out with you.

People who've been through a disaster like this will need help long term so if you can't help right now don't feel bad, keep an eye on the situation and eventually something will come up that you can help with.