#was watching daniel stream while sick

[potatorx]

I gotta i gotta i gotta

Deltarune Queen crossover

[skullsfiction]

better streamer | max verstappen

pairing; max verstappen x streamer!reader

summary; after getting completely demolished on stream by user; fartsnifer max makes it his life purpose to win a game against her. to bad he never does and they fall in love instead.

— fartsnifer has posted new photos!

liked by, charlesleclerc, and 57,924 others!

fartsnifer: very nice stream tonight! thank you so much to all those who joined 🫶🫶 and thank you to all of my new followers! welcome, you are now all official fartsnifers 🔥

view comments below!

user1: i love your content but i will not be identified as a fartsnifer.

user2: i too did not want to identify as a fartsnifer. i am now proud to be one 😕

user3: being a fartsnifer is a PRIVILEGE. be proud

user4: i’m sorry but i can’t take you guys seriously while you’re calling yourself fartsnifers 😭😭

user5: this is the girl who embarrassed the f1 grid in cod?!?

user6: this is her!!!

charles_leclerc: @/maxverstappen1, @/landonorris, @/georgerussell63, @/oscarpiastri @/logansargent, @/alex_albon, @/danielricciardo

user7: bro tagged the whole family 💀

user8: LMAO CHARLES???

user9: how did he find her so quick 😭

user10: basically all of f1twt is talking about her 😭😭

maxverstappen1: @/fartsnifer check dms.

user11: MAX WHATTT

user12: willing to bet he’s asking her for a rematch

user13: that’s so ominous “check dms.” LIKE DAMN OKAY

user14: max just accept that she is better than you. it’s okay.

georgerussell63: well well well, if it isn’t fartsnifer herself.

fartsnifer: well well well, if it isn’t the guy who scream like a girl

georgerussell63: um actually, that was @/landonorris, NOT me.

landonorris: why are you lying?

user15: y/n replying to george and not max is killing me 😭

maxverstappen1: check dms.

user16: this is embarrassing max, one comment was enough

user17: i think he wants y/n to check her dms?

oscarpiastri: good game tonight! 👊

fartsnifer: thanks piastri!

user18: thank you oscar for showing y/n that f1 drivers do in fact have decorum 🧍

logansargent: don’t fraternize with the enemy Oscar.

maxverstappen1: check dms please.

user19: oh max…

user20: it just got even more embarrassing

user21: the way y/n is very clearly ignoring him is SO FUCKING FUNNY

user22: i love your content pls don’t die

danielricciardo: please answer Max’s messages.

user23: daniel did max make you do this???

danielricciardo: yes.

maxverstappen1: check dms.

user24: OMG MAX WE GET ITTTT

user24: y/n please answer his dms this is getting sad to watch

— y/n l/n and max verstappen have shared a collaborated post!

liked by maxverstappen1, charles_leclerc, landonorris, and 392,839 others!

fartsnifer: join my stream tonight to watch me humiliate this 3x wdc!! 👊👊

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user25: omg she actually answered his messages 😭

maxverstappen1: that is not the photo we agreed on.

fartsnifer: but this one was so much funnier!!

user26: oh i WILL be tuning in

user27: this is going to be the funniest thing ever

user28: strangers to lovers…

user29: OH BROTHERRR

landonorris: best buddy’s with the enemy now mate?

maxverstappen1: i must win.

user30: i love that photo of max

user30: the ways he’s just 🧍

charles_leclerc: woohoo!! go y/n 👏👏

georgerussell63: fake.

landonorris: she is the enemy charles!

logansargent: after she humiliated us on stream? i can’t believe this.

maxverstappen1: you sick traitor. after everything we’ve been through?

charles_leclerc: i like her videos guys 😕

user31: charles leclerc a official fartsnifer confirmed!!

user32: i was planning to sleep early today….but this seems more important

user33: oh but if i said enemies to friends to lovers…

user34: i would say you’re delusional!! 😝😝

— y/n has posted new photos!

liked by maxverstappen1, oscarpiastri, and 583,826 others!

fartsnifer: life feels good when you don’t have to pay for your own dinners 🤤 @/maxverstappen1

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user35: hasn’t it already been over a month 🤨

user36: i think they played again and if y/n won max had to pay her dinners for ANOTHER month

user37: they just want an excuse to keep in touch 😒😒

user36: oh most definitely LMAOOO

maxverstappen1: when did i get you sushi?

fartsnifer: like three days ago remember????

maxverstappen1: ah yes! i remember now

user37: max is literally traveling the world racing and still finds time to order y/n dinner online EVERY SINGLE DAY.

user38: he wants her so bad and you can’t convince me otherwise 😐

landonorris: can you play today?

fartsnifer: don’t you have quali today???!?!

landonorris: i mean after 😒

fartsnifer: yeah just tell me when

maxverstappen1: can i join?

user39: omg max no

user40: oh i just got the worst second hand embarrassment jesus christ

user41: that was the saddest sentence ever written

fartsnifer: ofc you can maximilian!!

charles_leclerc: you shouldn’t try this delicious italian restaurant! i’ll send max the address!!

fartsnifer: thank you charles 🫶🫶

maxverstappen1; don’t thank him 🙄 I’m the one buying it.

user42: don’t be jealous max…

liked by 273,827 others!

fartsniferupdates: queen fartsnifer herself was seen at the f1 austrian race today!! i think we ALL know who she was there for… 😉😉

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user43: she flew to austria for a MAN ?? 🤨

user44: to be fairrrrr that man is MAX VERSTAPPEN so…

user45: they are so dating!! they literally left together and looked so happy

user46: i fucking knew it

user47: okay enemy’s to lovers…get it ig

user48: maybe y/n can let max win at COD now that they’re a…thing?

user49: y/n looks so good

user50: IKR!!! her hair is chefs kiss

liked by, landonorris, charles_leclerc, fartsnifer, and 763,825 others!

maxverstappen1: finally payed for her dinner in person 💪

view comments below!

user51: oh HE posted her?? yeah he’s in love

user52: he ruined his entire feed aesthetic to post a picture of her 🥹🥹🥹

fartsnifer: i don’t like that picture🧍delete please!

maxverstappen1: karma!

maxverstappen1: and you look cute 🙄

user53: OH!!!

user54: yeah they are definitely dating

landonorris: finally!! God you were getting to annoying with your “she’s so pretty.” “and she’s good at games.” “do you think if we started dating she’d let me win.”

maxverstappen1: delete this.

fartsnifer: too late!! i’ve seen it. no max just because we’re dating doesn’t mean i will let you win

maxverstappen1: 😕

user55: OMG SHE JUST CONFIRMED IT?? THEY ARE ACTUALLY DATING?? HOLY SHIT

user56: girl he literally flew her out to watch him race. ofc they were dating 😭😭

user33: I FUCKING KNEW IT!! FUCK YOU ALL WHO SAID I WAS DELUSIONAL!! WHAT NOW HUH??? YOU SEE THIS?? I WAS RIGHT!! AHAHAHAH

charles_leclerc: ❤️❤️

charles_leclerc: that was for y/n, not max.

maxverstappen1: geez thanks mate!

fartsnifer: love you charles ‼️‼️

user57: LMAOOO

user58: the way charles became a full on fartsnifer fan is so crazy

user59: he literally talks about her all the time too 😭😭 when he was asked what he’s been watching recently he answered “i’ve been watching a streamer named fartsnifer! she’s funny.” he’s so proud about it

georgerussell63: you are all traitors!! after what she did to us that fateful day? i can’t believe this!

fartsnifer: you literally invited me for drinks tomorrow?? 🧍

georgerussell63: SHHHH 🤫🤫

user60: max is dating someone who gos by the name fartsnifer….yeah i didn’t see this coming

. . .

notes: thank you for reading!! hope you enjoyed :))

[callsign-swan]

Hate You

Daniel Ricciardo's younger teammate hates him (or does she?)

Navi

Soft skin against his own as she touched him, moved her hands over his shoulders. "Danny," she whispered and leaned forward to press a kiss against his collarbone. 

The warm shower water cascaded over the both of them. Slightly too hot for Daniel, but he wasn't going to complain, not when he had her pressed against him. She moved her loofah over his chest. "You're beautiful." 

Daniel placed his hand over her own, stilling her movements. "You're fucking beautiful," he whispered and leaned down to kiss her. 

The loofah was discarded, dropped onto the floor of the shower. It followed the stream of water and rolled towards the drain.  She kicked it to the corner, pressed her chest against his own and wrapped her arms around his neck. 

She pushed her fingers through his dark curls as she kissed him.

It would have been amazing if it was real. It would have been amazing if Daniel really had her, if she was more than just the image in his head whenever he shut his eyes. 

A man could dream. 

He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, alone. He moved his towel through his hair and settled it on his shoulders as he stepped out of the hotel bathroom. 

The curtains were drawn, hiding his modesty from the rest of the world. A scandal like this, at this point in his career, would have sucked. 

His career coming to an obvious end, a dick themed scandal and her, his teammate. All of it would have been too much. 

Even with the curtains closed, he held his dick, kept it covered as he made his way around his hotel room. 

'She' was gonna be there. The moment he walked into the paddock, she would be scowling at him. And he would smile at her, a smile full of charm. 

With his sunglasses on his face, Daniel pushed his hair away from his face, grabbed his bag and left his hotel room. 

***

The Paddock was full of life. It always was on a race weekend. Anything presented to him, he signed. He grinned at his fans, took pictures whenever a phone was thrust in front of his face. 

But then he left them and made his way to the garage. 

Coming back into the sport, he didn't expect to have her as a teammate. He expected Yuki or Liam, didn't expect Helmut and Christian to give her a chance. 

But he was happy for her. Back to back championship wins in her rookie years in her junior series, it was about time they promoted her. 

She didn’t deserve this team, Daniel often thought. This was when he was alone, thinking about the trajectory of his career. She wanted to get to Red Bull, everybody did. But, like those who came before her, there was no guarantee she would make it.

She didn’t deserve that. She deserved better, so much better. A team that would nurture her, help her career grow. Like how Mercedes had helped George Russell to grow. She had so much potential, and Daniel didn’t want to see that potential die. 

If you can’t tell, Daniel really liked her. Not even just in the way that she consumed his every waking thought. She was a talented driver and he admired the way she dealt with the shit flung at her. 

The problem was, she didn’t like Daniel. His career started when she was still a kid, watching him on television while she was still dreaming about her future in the sport. Where she once admired him, she was now sick of him. 

His move from Red Bull had been disappointing to her. But it showed how quickly potential could be lost. 

Daniel could have been world champion, if he stayed with Red Bull. And then he hopped from team to team, taking potential seats away from drivers like herself. 

And then she met Daniel. His smile was charming and he had the personality to match. God, he was everything she had ever dreamed of, the man she fantasised about when she was younger. Now, he was a distraction. 

“Hey, Angel,” Daniel said as he strode into the garage. 

She pushed herself up from the surface she was leaning against, her expression unimpressed as she watched him. He was older than the man she used to dream about dating as a kid, but he was just as attractive. 

The white race  suit looked good on her. She ignored him, continued talking to her engineers. 

Shit, he loved it when she ignored him. 

He grinned as he continued on through the garage. She was discussing tyres, the way she said inters ringing in his head as he walked into his drivers room. 

His infatuation was wrong, Daniel knew. He was obsessed with a girl younger than him. At most, ten years separated them. But she was so sharp, so quick on her feet and in the car. 

Daniel couldn’t help but think about her, about the way her lips curled as she glared at him. Shit, he wanted to kiss her. He wanted her to kiss him. 

To climb on top of him, hands on his chest as she kissed him. To tug his shirt over his head and kiss her way down his chest. To grind against his bulge as he held her hips.

With his race suit around his hips, Daniel walked back into the garage. Her eyes were on him, but she quickly looked away. She returned her attention to her engineers as he came to stand beside her. 

“Who's gonna get points today?” Her engineer asked with a grin, his arms folded over his chest. 

Daniel didn't mean to copy his pose, his folded arms, his grin. But Daniel's was more charming. 

Her hands were on her hips as she tried not to glare at either man. “Get in my way and I'll end you,” she said to Daniel. 

Fuck, even her anger was hot. 

“Got it, Angel,” he said and directed his charming grin towards her. 

“Asshole,” she whispered and turned away from him. 

Their rivalry wasn't healthy. She wanted to prove herself, to be the best of the best, even in a shit piece of machinery. And that started with beating her teammate. 

When Daniel beat her, she spoke to him. She got angry, she yelled at him. If it was an issue with the car, she got so frustrated that she cried. 

Once, Daniel comforted her. Once, his hand was on her back before he pulled her in. She cried against his chest, hands hanging limp at her sides. Daniel's large hand remained on her back, moving up and down. 

He could have kissed her then, could have held her chin and pressed her lips to his. But it didn't feel right. Not yet, it wasn't his move to make. It was hers. 

“She hates you,” her engineer muttered to him. 

Daniel shook his head. “She doesn't hate me,” he insisted. 

The engineer raised his eyebrows. “Whatever you want to believe, mate,” he said and walked away. 

***

The car was a piece of shit. It wasn't going to win any races, the entire team knew. But they still had to believe. 

In a way, the car failing was worse than a crash. Worse than someone crashing into the back of you, worse than touching wheels and spinning out. An issue with the car was so damn uncontrollable for a driver; it always hurt when it happened. 

“Box box.” 

“Why?” She shouted to her engineer as she tried to lunge down the inside of Kevin Magnussen in the Haas. 

“Box box.” 

She didn't notice the car was on fire until she was in the pitlane.

In her defence, the smoke didn't start from the back of the car until she was in the pitlane. It didn't catch on fire until she was parked and out of the car. 

The team were quick to put the fire out as she walked into the garage, helmet over her face. She wanted to scream, wanted to throw something at a wall, drop to her knees and sob. 

But she just walked. 

She disappeared into her driver's room, pulled the door shut with force before she took off her helmet. Still, she didn't scream. 

A shaky breath left her lips as she sat down. 

On the contrary, Daniel finished the race. P11, the points so close but just out of reach. Sure, he was frustrated,but at least he had finished the race. 

As soon as admin was done, his weight taken, he headed straight back to the garage. “Where is she?” He asked, pulling his helmet from his head. 

Somebody pointed towards the driver's room. 

Daniel walked past everybody trying to get his attention. He had just one goal. 

“Angel?” He called, knocking on her drivers room door. “C'mon, open up,” he said gently and knocked again. 

She didn't answer. 

“All right, I'm coming in.”

She didn't protest when he opened the door. Daniel was cautious as he peered, trying to get a glimpse of her. 

“Oh, Angel.” 

She didn't reject the nickname, like she had so many times before. Her gaze was distant, far away as she placed her shaking hands on her thighs. 

Daniel approached, his steps slow and cautious, like she was a wild animal. When he was in front of her, her gaze snapped up to him. 

The tears were there, threatening to fall but not quite ready to. “Daniel,” she croaked and sniffled, her shaking hand lifting from her thigh to wipe at her nose. 

“I know,” he said. As soon as he knew what had happened, he'd spent most of the race asking about her. Maybe that was why he didn't quite make it into the points, too focused on her. “The car is bullshit.” 

Her laugh was weak as she nodded. “The car is bullshit,” she echoed. 

But her lip was once again wobbling. And, finally, her tears decided to fall. “Your car setting on fire is scary, I know,” he whispered, his large hand moving up and down her back. “And I know you're pissed you didn't finish the race.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Daniel said gently and wrapped his arms around her. He eased her towards him, laid her head against his chest as she cried. 

Her hands fisted his shirt as she tried to get her breathing under control. 

“You're safe, you're alive, and that's the only thing that matters,” he whispered. His lips ghosted the top of her head. Not quite kissing, not sure if he could cross that boundary. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, her voice still shaking. “Danny, thank you.” 

He let his hand falling still on her back. “Still hate me?” He asked. It was only supposed to be a joke, supposed to pull something close to a laugh from her lips. 

But she shook her head. “I don't hate you, Daniel,” she said as she pulled away from his chest. Her hands were no longer shaking as she wiped away her last few tears. “It's… complicated.”

“Explain it to me.” 

As much as Daniel wanted to her to tell him everything, it wasn't about that. It was about calming her down enough to leave her alone, to get her back to her hotel room. 

A breath left her lips as she began fiddling with her fingers. “A few years ago, I completed a test drive for McLaren. It was a big secret, only the people at the test drive and my manager knew. Zac all but promised me the second seat.” 

Daniel's mouth went dry. 

“But then I got the seat,” he finished for her. 

She nodded her head. “It felt like you took away my only chance for years, Danny. That's why I've been so cold towards you.” 

Daniel released another laugh, another attempt to break the ice. “How about we start over, Angel?” He offered. 

“I'd like that.” 

When he offered her his hand, she shook it. 

important A/N: I'm done hiding. I'm fucking done. I'm sure most of you know who I am. If you do, you know why I quit and run. I'm on a blog that i'm proud of, a blog that makes me happy. I'm writing so much shit I love and I'm not letting anyone take this away from me

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 SUPERNATURAL danielle marsh x reader

↳ warnings idol!au stream supernatural!!

he vividly remembers danielle mentioning that ador is debuting a soloist, her remembers how excited she was about it, she couldn’t wait to have a new person under her entertainment and seeing her excitement made him excited as well.

who knew one soloist could ruin everything.

as soon as she debuted her name was everywhere, her face was everywhere, her songs were trending, brands were already wanting her and it’s been a while since a soloist has gotten this successful making it all more impressive.

her remembered how danielle rushed into his dorm and turned on the tv to show him the music video, there was a bright smile on her face, you would think the young girl on the tv hung the stars in the sky with how much danielle was obsessing over her.

“isn’t it so good?” she asked him leaning into his side

it was good really good, he understood why the girls name was everywhere, “your company really knows how to do concepts huh?”

danielle giggled in response, “I’m meeting her tomorrow to film a dance with her, I’m so nervous isn’t she pretty?”

“not as pretty as you.”

✮

“yn was so nice yesterday,” danielle said on their date, “I was so nervous, I wonder if she realized, that’s so embarrassing.”

“she probably didn’t,” he said squeezing her hand.

“hopefully,” she responded before her eyes trail behind him and widening, “oh my, she’s here.”

he turned around and indeed she was, yn in all her glory walking into cafe with who looked like her mangers trailing behind her “oh.”

she stood nice and pretty while one of her managers ordered her eyes trailing to side only to make eye contact with him and danielle, he could hear danielle gasp when yn tapped her manager before signaling something.

they watched as yn made her way over to the table giving danielle a bright smile, “dani! hey,”

the way danielle’s face heated up you’d think she was sick, “h-hey yn, what a coincidence seeing you,” she says trying her best to keep eye contact with the new idol.

“it is…” yn starts to say something but then looks at him and back at danielle, then a small smile makes its way to her face a teasing one, “are you guys..”

her furrows his eyebrows when danielle straightens her posture and cuts off yn, “what brings you here?” she asks laughing nervously.

he watches as yn and danielle have a conversation in front of him like he isn’t there, “well I better get going the drinks are probably ready, I would invite you but I wouldn’t want to ruin your date.”

yn gives danielle pat on the shoulder and turns away but is cut off by danielle getting up from her seat, “wait!”

“huh?”

“we were actually warping up, I would love to join you.” he looks at danielle confused and she gives him a look that says please I want to be her friend.

he reluctantly nods his head and then looks at yn, “yeah we were just wrapping up, go have fun.”

yn just gives him a nod and links her arm with danielle who flashes him a smile before rushing off with yn.

he sits in his seat for a while going over the recent events, that was weird, maybe he was just looking too into it, that’s what danielle would probably tell him.

✮

he definitely wasn’t too into it.

danielle wasn’t answering his calls all day, so like what a good boyfriend would do he immediately went to the new jeans dorms to check on her.

the door opens the reveal hanni, she gives him an awkward smiles and doesn’t invite him in immediately, “hey bro, what are you doing here?”

he stuffs his hands in his pockets, “just checking on danielle, she hasn’t answered my texts all day.”

hanni awkwardly scratches her neck and looks off to the side, “oh really? that’s weird…”

the way she said it threw him off.

“yeah, it is weird she always answers, do you know where she is?”

“do I? I do!” hanni fidgets and he’s starting to get really concerned.

“hanni…are you okay?”

“yes! of course I am why wouldn’t I be, dani is in her room come in!”

he slowly walks in and heads towards danielle’s but is stopped by hanni.

“knock first, you know.”

“um, okay.”

he makes his way to danielle’s and he hears her laughs and giggles which is pretty on the nose for the girl.

hearing the girls laugh made him completely forget anything hanni said and opens her door.

honestly what he didn’t expect to see yn the new superstar on his girlfriends bed laying on her head on danielles legs both of them in cute matching melody and kuromi pjs.

both girls look up, yn raises a brow at the man while danielle looks at him panicked.

there’s silence before yn awkwardly clears her throat, “hey…”

“hey…”

danielle carefully lifts yn’s head from her legs and gets up from her bed walking towards him and grabbing his hand and pulling him out the room with her closing her door carefully.

“hey, what are you doing here?”

he looks at her door before shrugging, “I’ve been calling me texting you all day and it was unlike you to not answer so I decided to check on you, I was worried but you seem perfectly fine.”

“you called and texted?” danielle askes before giving him an apologetic smile, “I’m so sorry, it’s just I invited yn to sleepover today so I’ve been hanging out with her, I guess I got too caught up with her.”

“oh really?” he asks, “yn just seems to be everywhere huh? on billboards, on the tv and with my girlfriend?”

“it’s not like that and you know that.” danielle sighs before grabbing both of his hands, “I’m sorry and I will make it up to you.”

“promise?”

“I promise, now stop being dramatic and go back home,” she giggled.

maybe he was being dramatic.

✮

he wasn’t being dramatic.

he sits with his members as he watches yn perform at the award show everyone screaming and singing the lyrics to her her songs including new jeans who sits in front of them.

he watches his now ex girlfriend and her group sing along to their company mates songs, dancing and screaming her name.

“this must be painful,” his member whispers to him as the rest of them dance and sing to the voice, “she really stole your girlfriend huh?” he teases.

“shut up.”

she really did steal his girlfriend and it’s like it can’t escape the both of them because of how popular new jeans and yn is alone.

screw you ador.

yn had to be supernatural with how fast she stole danielle, she just had to be.

[russellsppttemplates]

Hello, could you do a Daniel Ricciardo blurb where Sophia is sick and he spends the week at home with home taking care of her and watching her favorite show that is Bluey with her Bingo plushie

Note: Bluey is one of the best cartoons I've seen recently, it's my little cousin's favourite show too!

Cw: child is sick (mentions throwing up, fever, tiredness, not wanting to eat)

"It's alright, baby girl, daddy's here", Daniel soothed as Sophia was bent over the toilet, small hands supporting her body while her father had a makeshift ponytail of her curly hair so it wouldn't get in the way, "I don't like this, daddy", she groaned as tears pooled on her eyes, "I know you don't, Soph, I'm sorry", he rubbed her back soothingly.

"Let's brush your teeth and then we can cuddle and watch Bluey, okay?", he encouraged, helping her stand up so she could swish some water on her mouth, "Good girl, c'mon", Daniel hoisted her up on his hip after wiping her face gently with a towell.

"Can I bring Bingo downstairs?", she asked as Daniel gathered what he needed from her bedroom, "sure, princess, I'll get her for you", Daniel kissed her cheek, getting the plushie and letting her cuddle it.

Daniel was reminded of the days when your daughter was a newborn and he would fo skin to skin with her as he sat down on the sofa shirtless and pulled the little girl to cuddle him as he flickered the streaming platform to find the Bluey episode they had watched last.

"Look, it's Bingo, Soph", Daniel murmured as the orange dog showed up on the screen, making the little girl hold her plushie tight against her and his body, "she's really funny, isn't she daddy?", she wondered, "she is, baby".

A couple of hours later and Sophia being able to keep some found down finally, her body started warming up, "we have to take the medicine, baby, it will make you feel better", Daniel cooed as he measured out the right quantity, "it's going to be quick, okay? You can hold Bingo so she can make you feel better".

"Okay", she murmured, holding the soft plushie before opening her mouth and letting Daniel feed her the spoon, "Good, all good, my love", he smiled, kissing her cheek and tidying the bottle and box before he layed back on the sofa, "Come here for some cuddles, baby, mummy should be home soon and we will all have a family cuddle", he smiled, brushing her hair away from her eyes as she started feeling sleepy.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[lover-222]

Shut Up and Love Me (Pablo Gavi)

...

"NO PABLO! it's done i'm sick and tired of you. you're always a jealous mess and always trying to control me. i can't help it if men look my way. i've told you many fucking times i love you and only you. i don't know why you can't believe me!!" y/n yelled, tears streamed down her face.

"BUT-I I CLEARLY SAW HE WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU AND YOU LET HIM Y/N!! YOURE MY GIRLFRIEND NOT THEIRS. YOU LET THEM FLIRT WITH YOU" gavi said as he furrowed his eyebrows at her.

"look gavi it's done it's fucking over. grow the fuck up, talk to me when you're done being a jealous overprotective asshole" she told him and got out of his car.

_____

at the barça vs atlético madrid game

the game was just 1 month after y/n and gavi's breakup. she was a mess, her eyes were puffy and hair was all over the place. she had been living in one of gavi's hoodies and a pair of sweatpants. although she decided to support the team and she wasn't going to let gavi have the satisfaction.

she was a strong woman, there are plenty of men who could treat her better than he did. another reason was pedri. he truly was like an older brother to her, she wanted to go support him. although he had also gone to her house to basically drag her to go and to motivate her.

"vamos hermana, tú ni le hagas caso al tío. vas a venir por mi y para verme jugar" pedri smiled at her while moving her arms. (c'mon sister, don't even pay attention to him, you're going to come for me and watch me play)

"pedri i don't even have a jersey that doesn't have his name on the back" she rolled her eyes.

"i came prepared don't worry look at this" he smiled at her as he pulled out a barça jersey with pedri's name and number. he played around and moved his hands as he showed her the jersey.

"pedrito what am i going to do without you" she laughed and grabbed it from from his hands.

"probably rot in this room alone" pedri laughed.

"cállate tonto" she laughed and went to get ready. (shut up dumbass)

"okay i'm ready pedrooooo!!!!" she yelled.

"i'm right here literally no need to yell y/n" he said playfully annoyed.

surprisingly y/n got ready on perfect timing since pedri had to be at camp nou like an hour before the game. on the ride there they listened to y/n's playlist which was filled with reggueton music. pedri liked to see her jam out and finally smile. after what happened with gavi, he felt like she lost herself.

best part by daniel caesar started playing. y/n's laugh died down and her smiled dropped. the clouds started to block the sun a bit, and it started to to drizzle outside.

"you got to be fucking kidding me" she sighed.

"what's wrong?" pedri looked at her.

"this is our song, fuck i hate him but at the same time i miss him so much" y/n said as her eyes got teary eyed.

*flashback*

'where you go i follow, no matter how far'

"are you sure? i really don't want you to leave just for me y/n" gavi said worried.

"mi amor i'll go to the end of the world with you" she replied.

she left mexico and moved to barcelona for him because she loved him. it took time for her to adjust to spain but it worked out somehow.

"not homesick yet mi vida?" the brown eyed boy asked.

"a little bit but you're my home pablo, i just need you by my side and i'll be perfectly fine. you make me feel at ease. all my worries go away when i'm with you" y/n looked up at him, he looked amazing in the golden sunlight.

*flashback over*

"i know he was the reason you moved here but you on your own accomplished many things. you finished university here and got a modeling job, your also making your own clothes" pedri cheered you up.

"yeah i just miss him, but you're right i'm a fucking badass without him" she smiled.

they pulled up to camp nou, they parked the car and went in. the stadium was starting to fill.

"bueno te veo después del partido nena ya sabes dónde ir" pedri said.(you know where to go, i'll see you after the game)

"si, suerte predrito anota muchos goles por mi" she laughed.

(yes, good luck pedrito score many goals for me)

pedri left and she went to the seats that were designated for the wives and family members of the team. there was a particular seat she sat in when she would come see gavi. although that seat was already taken, she was beautiful; she had short blonde hair and her make-up was flawless.

y/n sat down 3 seats away from her. as soon as she sat down the other girl notice her. her piercing green eyes looked into y/n brown eyes. they exchanged a friendly hi and hello.

once the game started y/n started cheering for pedri every time he had the ball or got near to scoring a goal. although something caugh her off guard when gavi scored a goal.

"eso mi amor !!!!!" the blonde girl yelled.

that's when she notice the blonde girl's jersey... 'gavi 6'.

gavi's pov

i knew i fucked up, messed up so bad. i got carried away with my overprotection. i need to learn how to control my anger and jealousy. i knew i fucked up, after the breakup i lost myself. i partied every chance i got, and over worked myself.

while clubbing, i met laura; she was there to somewhat relieve my pain. we started hooking up, drinking together, as well as going out. the thing was that i didn't love her as much as i loved y/n, i don't think i ever will love someone as her.

i really did want to get back with y/n but i dug a hole too deep with laura. now we're dating? but i know i'm using her as a rebound.

during the match i scored the first goal. i ran with my team to celebrate my goal and looked at the crowd. my eyes gazed through the designated area where the family members were. the spot where y/n always sat in was used by laura.

my smile left, she wasn't there. she was sitting down on her phone. not even paying attention to my goal. i want her back desperately bad.

he could see that joao felix got her attention. her gaze was strong and alluring. she looked at him as he fixed his sweaty hair and drank water during half time.

that's what sparked his jealousy once again. joao felix had the ball and i ran up to him as fast as i could and pushed him down. maybe i should control my anger issues? or not.

___

the game ended 3-1, gavi and pedri scored goals. they finally let the wife's and family come down to the field. gavi was a sweaty mess, it could've been because of the game or the jealousy that made his blood boil. pedri saw y/n coming down and approaching him.

"hermanitoo!! you did so good pedri that goal was majestic bro" she laughed then him.

"i know right!! i was kind of nervous for today's game though, i think it was because of your guys' breakup. although good thing it didn't affect my relationship with him in the field" pedri smiled.

"aye pero me presentas al joao no? se cae de bueno el tio ese " y/n playfully told pedri as she wiggled her eyebrows and looked at joao who was behind pedri.

 (introduce me to joao he's so hot)

"bueno vamos loca, ey pero si viste como te mataba con la mirada gavi cuando mirabas al otro tio?" he asked her.

 (okay fine crazy, he could've killed you with the way he was looking at you)

"siiii pero me hice la tonta y no vi a gavi, bueno ya presentame con joao andale pedriii. se me cupido porfa!!" y/n tugged on pedri's shoulder.

(yess, but i ignored him, cmon introduce me to joao cmon pedri. be my cupid please)

he laughed and ruffled her hair, although he did agree. pedri came up to joao felix and introduced y/n to him. y/n thought he was attractive, he did as well. he loved her smile and laugh. pedri left, joao and y/n were still talking and it seemed like they really did hit it off. although y/n felt someone staring at her. she noticed his figure standing by, his eyebrows were furrowed and a disgusted look was evident.

"he hates me doesn't he?" joao asked her and she shook her head.

"it's just because you're talking to me, he's the ex-boyfriend at the moment"

"aaaa makes more sense, it looks like he's still very into you. are ya'll gonna get back together?"

y/n sighed and looked at gavi, who was now trying to look interested in whatever laura was saying.

"maybe i don't know yet"

"well i'm here if you want to hang out or something as friends...until you make up your mind" he smiled at her.

they exchanged numbers and y/n left with pedri to dinner since he invited her. after dinner, pedri brought her back to her house. she took of her boots, skirt and pedri's jersey. she changed into some black biker shorts and a spain jersey. she proceeded to do her night time routine, taking of her makeup, washing her face, as well as taking off the clips in her hair.

*ding* text message

nene <3 : we need to talk.

y/n: pablo not now

nene <3 : too late i'm outside your house, please y/n just 5 minutes please mi amor

y/n: don't call me that pablo. i'm coming.

y/n looked at the messages, she looked at his contact name. nene, she didn't even change his contact name. she wanted to go outside and run into his arms, she wanted to hug him so tight that he'd run out of air. she missed him so dearly it was unreal. but no she had to be strong. there he was leaning on his car, he opened the door for her. she rolled her eyes but got in.

"go you have five minutes" she looked ahead, not even looking at him. if she did she would definitely tear down her walls.

"I know that i'm a jealous jerk y/n and i feel ashamed of it. all i wanted to do was to protect you, but i know that with my jealousy i overreacted and got ahead of things. i am truly sorry, you have no idea how much i regret having that argument with you. i miss you y/n, every night, every morning, every single day; i miss you. i know that i'm not worthy of your love, and if you don't want to take me back it's ok with me. you deserve someone way better than me, and who will treat you better" gavi said with tears in his eyes.

"what about laura?" she said.

"i broke up with her after the game, i was honest with her. she's someone i met while we were broken up. but i just want you y/n nobody else" he said

she finally got the courage to look him in the eyes. god she missed his chocolate brown eyes, they were puffy and red from crying. she looked at him and his beautiful complexion.

"promise?" she asked him with a smile.

"i promise, i'm done being a being a jealous overprotective asshole as you said" he laughed.

"c'mon let's go inside and cuddle" she said then gave him a desperate kiss.

"me gusta tu camisa" he laughed, she was wearing the jersey he wore in the world cup.

(i like your shirt)

she smiled at him "callate tonto, mejor dame un besito".

 (shut up dumbass and give me a kiss)

they spent their night cuddling and y/n making gavi do a face mask. gavi missed her like crazy, he held her tight and very close to his chest. her scent was sweet, he missed kissing her neck and playing with her hair. y/n traced small shapes on his naked chest, he always slept without a shirt; due to him getting hot when he sleeps. she loved his hands, so firm yet delicate at times. she played with his rings, and looked up at him. he was peaceful, his brown wavy hair fluffed up and swooped to the side, his eyes gleamed.

"le mandamos una foto a pedri???" she asked him and he nodded.

(should we send pedri a picture?)

text messages

y/n: mira quien regresoooo (look who's back)

hermanito: esoooo mis padres!!!!! (my parents !!!)

they both smiled and laughed at pedri, both of them were glad that they fixed their problem. she knew it would have been awkward if they had broken up indefinitely. they didn't want to put pedri in the middle. the couple slept peacefully in eachothers arms and finally got a good rest. both intoxicated with love and their scents.

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a/n:

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[armandfucker]

Armand thought often about how Daniel was in the early days of their courtship. The way he would catch his lovers’ thoughts at various times of day, always full of lust and excitement. The bratty things his boy imagined while Armand rested.

Armand knew even before taking off Daniel’s clothes that his lover was blessed in with a beautiful cock. He’d seen it in his thoughts. The flicker of remembered dalliances, looking down at a mouth stretched wide over him and pasting Armand’s face over the memory like a mask.

While Louis spoke on an on, Armand wondered if age had dulled his boys’ bratty tendencies or if his cock would still be as perfect now as it was then.

Armand knew Daniel was sick of topping by the time they met. He disliked how the men he met in bars would take a look at him and decide that he was a top just by his size. He’d often thought that Daniel would have made a killing in pornography if he wasn’t so stuck to journalism as a career.

Would age have changed this fact about him? Would Daniel still be a needy brat, begging for Armand to fuck him? Or had his tastes matured with age?

There were parties, back in the 80s. Armand would dress his boy up in a supple leather harness and prep him before taking him to a party to be fucked by strangers while Armand watched. Armand had loved the way Daniel would cry, tears streaming down the side of his face as his eyes sought out Armand, hands reaching for his Boss.

The Daniel that sat across from him in Dubai would never imagine that he was once that boy in leather.

Armand couldn’t wait for him to remember.

[inyujidraws]

1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 6th

Alastor’s Hell arc in this RadioMoon AU. He’s pissed that he was rudely ripped away from his family. Also he meets his old pal, Barry. I’ve made a few redesigns due to how different Alastor is in this AU, and to be more reflective of the 1920/1930s aesthetic. Husk & Nifty have a few changes as well.

Thanks everyone who came to my streams, watch me draw, & talk cringe.

Alastor here is a different man who has actually enjoyed a more fulfilling life filled with a few more people to love and live for. His mother avoided canon death due to Creon being there to save her. Alastor avoided his cannon death of being shot by a hunter by accident. Being a family man can really change a person. So of course he’d be pissed and traumatized from dying while protecting his adopted son in the midst of a mobster shootout in broad daylight.

Why does Alastor still have deer features after death? During the mobster shootout, Alastor managed to get Daniel to safety behind a truck that was loaded with taxidermy animal heads and other exotic goods. Amidst the chaos, the heads fell on top of the two. Alastor barely managed to get a deer head off of him, only to get shot in the head by a stray bullet. Daniel was safely covered by a bunch of animal heads, but he will forever be traumatized by his father’s death.

Alastor did not have a good time initially. The last living moment is being shot while protecting his son. So he’d be very pissed off and extra murderous, especially if people are being disrespectful. He’ll still take down overlords. In his sick twisted reasoning, he believes Creon will join him eventually, so he needs to “take out the trash.” He later made his peace with enjoying the good old days of killing and cannibalizing without a care. After all, he doesn’t have his family to care for and reign him in so who needs empathy?

On the bright side, he finds his old comedian pal, Barry. Barry had taken his own life during the early stages of the Great Depression. That was enough to send him to Hell. Barry has survived on his own barely due to Batman-Joker powers. He can force anyone within range to laugh uncontrollably, whether his jokes are good or not. Whacky clowny toon shenanigans happen around this clown demon.

Alastor will still own Husk and Nifty’s souls. Alastor isn’t a complete dick to Husk, and they’re on friendlier terms. Husk is more privy to Alastor’s family life, but he respects Alastor’s privacy regarding that topic. He’s seen plenty of proof that Alastor is still human and deeply mourning the loss of his family. Nifty is still Nifty.

In this AU, the fight between Alastor and Vox still happened. Being heavily injured, he was found by Lilith/or Roo (still deciding), and forced into a deal. He kept a low-profile recovering from his wounds for a while and kept to himself; mainly researching to find loopholes to get out of his forced deal.

He only happened upon Charlie by accident, about 3 or 4 years before the show’s cannon. The timing didn’t seem right and he wanted to ignore her, and failed miserably. And that’s how he became a reluctant stand-in dad, whom Charlie will always contact occasionally, discreetly. It’s still a way for Alastor to get more close enough to weasel a deal from Charlie in the future.

Alastor does help with the Hotel and still enjoys being a dick. But he’s well-meaning in his own a$$hole-y way. He insists on taking care of most meals, because commercialized, instant food are the worst things to happen since sliced bread (his words). Barry becomes a 3rd guest, but mainly there to boost morale at the hotel.

The beef with Lucifer is a bit more personal. Not only is Alastor asserting himself in control as the primary trustworthy influence in Charlie’s life, but he’s also pissed that the most powerful being in Hell is a pathetic, weak-minded shut-in who has done nothing. Alastor is slightly pissed on Charlie’s behalf that Lucifer chose to be an absentee-father and give Charlie the impression that she was unwanted. The 3 years where Charlie would choose to send letters and phone-calls to Alastor more frequently than her own father, says a lot about the daddy-issues.

[natlacentral]

Interview: Gordon Cormier on Bringing Aang to Life in ‘Avatar: The Last Airbender’

Avatar: The Last Airbender kept viewers from all over the world on the edge of their seats when it premiered earlier this year, as an animated Nickelodeon classic made the jump to live-action thanks to Netflix. But the story of how Aang began to prepare for his destructive battle against Fire Lord Ozai (Daniel Dae Kim) couldn’t have been told without Gordon Cormier, the actor who stepped into the shoes of the titular hero. 

Awards Radar had the opportunity to interview Cormier, who was more than excited to talk about how the Netflix series was a challenge for him as a performer. With a combination of digital and practical effects, the team behind the streaming platform’s latest hit creatively gave new meaning to the bending performed by people from the Four Nations, as Aang continued to learn how to master his powers in order to save the world. 

Awards Radar: What was it like to see yourself in costume for the first time for Avatar: The Last Airbender?

Gordon Cormier: Seeing myself in costume for the first time was crazy. I was just bald! (laughs) It was awesome. I didn’t have the arrow at the time, so it wasn’t the full thing. 

AR: Did you picture it in your head?

GC: Yeah! (laughs) I was like: “That arrow will be on. Give it three more days!”

AR: Could you talk about the challenges related to the physicality of the role of Aang?

GC: All the fight scenes were really complicated. I remember when I watched action fight scenes when I was younger. I thought it looked super cool, but I never thought that it would’ve taken them five days of preparation. (laughs).

AR: The friendship between Aang, Katara and Sokka had a lot of chemistry on the screen. How did the performances from your co-stars affected yours?

GC: While shooting, we were all really close. We were basically family. Bringing our lives from outside of work to inside of work was actually really easy. It made my character, and everyone else’s, really real. 

AR: When Avatar: The Last Airbender is done, you’ll find yourself at a very different point of your career. What would you like to work on next?

GC: I heard Naruto was making a live-action, and I thought that would’ve been really sick. But I think they’re shooting somewhere around the time when we’ll be shooting. I’m not sure that’s something I’d be able to do. But I’ve been bingeing it lately, so if they ever want to delay it… (laughs). But doing two live-action animes would be pretty crazy. Starting with Avatar and then immediately jumping to Naruto would be fun. 

AR: I spoke to Jabbar Raisani (director and future co-showrunner of Avatar: The Last Airbender) recently, and he said that you’re a brillant kid and that you have tons of imagination to work with things that aren’t present on set, but will later be inserted as digital effects. Can you talk more about your experience working with such additions?

GC: First things first, thank you, Jabbar! As a twelve-year-old, I had a pretty big imagination. I almost thought about everything like it was real. It was interesting because things like Appa were a huge upper body portion of him. And we had the giant Volume, so it felt like I was flying on top of him. 

AR: What was your acting technique for the object that weren’t physically present on set?

GC: For some of the Momo scenes, we had a big green box. For others, we had a live-action doll of him. Interacting with those wasn’t really hard for me because we pictured the animated characters with the green dolls. 

AR: Have you read any scripts for the second season?

GC: Netflix has my mouth sealed. But I haven’t really gotten my hands on anything yet. Hopefully, I can do that soon. But, as of now, I’m just as in the dark as you are. 

AR: As a performer, what are your expectations for Aang’s emotional arc moving forward?

GC: This is all theoretical, because I don’t have any of the scripts yet. But I really want Aang to realize, from beginning to end, that he’s the Avatar. I want to see him taking care of his responsibilities. But who knows? The writers are very smart and creative, they might find something new to do. Or they might do exactly what I guessed. It’s all up in the air.

AR: This has been the biggest role of your career. What was it like for you to find out you were going to play Aang?

GC: It was huge because I was a little twelve-year-old. This was my first ever big role. To take on something so big with a beloved fan base was really interesting, life-changing and awesome because it’s a huge role to take on. I’m kind of just realizing that now. 

AR: Throw someone under the bus. Who was the smelliest person on set. Because those wear heavy outfits in hot temperatures outdoors and in the studio.

GC: I’ll tell you who smelled really good! (laughs) Almost everyone had amazing fragances. The first time that we did an event together was TUDUM, and my dad picked up on Dallas’ cologne, he immediately got it. And I think Ian was wearing something, I don’t know. But the whole crew and cast is crazy with their fragances, and they got me on it now. They recruited me. They got hooked on everything. Now I go to cologne stores sometimes (laughs). 

AR: After you got the role, how did you perfect all the mannerisms and ways of presenting yourself that became very tied to Aang in this series.

GC: It was a lot of stage directions. Because in the script, we have little thingies under our lines telling us what oiur characters do and how they’re reacting. I kind of went off of those a lot. But it was also some of my creativity depeding on what happened in the scenes. It was cool figuring it all out. 

AR: We all know how Aang’s love life goes in the animated series. But if you could ship him from any character from this world, who would it be and why?

GC: Oh! That’s gotta be a no comment! (laughs). I’m sorry, man! Netflix has my hands tied! 

AR: Have you played the Fortnite Avatar: The Last Airbender update?

GC: Actually, not yet! I had to stop gaming because, when I was really young, I was really obsesed with Fortnite. A lot of friends are telling me that they’re buying the Avatar skin, so it’s been really interesting!

AR: You were addicted to it, and now that you’re in it, you can’t play it?

GC: Yeah! It’s kind of those things, almost ironic, because I was so into it and I realized that I almost had a problem. Because I wasn’t submitting my homework. Now it’s the time when I should be playing, but I’m not playing Fortnite. 

AR: Do you think your interest in colognes is filling the void left by Fortnite?

GC: I’m not going to say anything specific, but yes, a little. (laughs).

AR: Can you talk about your impressions when it comes to the writing on Avatar: The Last Airbender? Do you rely more on the stage directions given to you by directors or on what’s written on the page?

GC: On the table reads, everyone gets together and we read the scripts while getting familiarized with the stage directions. But on set, the directors sometimes tell me if I misinterpreted something, ot if a creative decision isn’t going as well as I thought I would go in my head. 

AR: When you had scenes with Dallas, who plays Zuko in Avatar: The Last Airbender, what was that relationship like on set?

GC: Dallas told me his experience for this, because it was really funny. I remember that, on the day, he would just be giving me the cold shoulder. As a twelve-year-old, I didn’t know what it was. But it really helped him get into character. I was trying to talk to him and, at the same time, I was bringing out my Aang. I was trying to reach out while Zuko tries to shove Aang away. I think that worked out really well and it helped with our performances. 

AR: Netflix owns live sports now. You should settle your differences by wrestling. 

GC: (laughs) Dallas would crush me with his pinkie, I would walk in, extremely confident, after a six-week boot camp. And he’d say: “Hey, look over there!” Pow! (punches the air). I’d go out like a light.

[bllsbailey]

Pro-Hamas Agitators Whine Like Babies When Jews They Attacked Turn the Table on Them

As our RedState editor Bob Hoge reported, Palestinian Youth Movement L.A. and Code Pink L.A. organized a Pro-Hamas/"Free Palestine" protest outside the Adas Torah synagogue in Los Angeles, just because. The Jewish synagogue members and participants fought back, and the protest escalated into violence, with eggs, pepper spray, and fists being thrown. Some people and journalists were thrown to the ground and kicked, while others were bludgeoned. 

Chaotic Scene Outside L.A. Synagogue As Pro-Hamas Assailants Attack Jews, Clash With LAPD

— Kosher🎗🧡 (@KosherCockney) June 24, 2024

The first headline that KTLA chose to publish about the protests was absolutely gobsmacking. "Protestors allegedly block synagogue's entrance in L.A." Seriously? The legacy media outlets barely gave this pogrom the time of day or the outrage that was given to the campus protests. 

It's Time for the DOJ to Prosecute Pro-Hamas Agitators as Domestic Violent Extremists

Social media accounts by journalists who were on the ground, like Cam Higby and Daniel Greenfield, represent the necessary documentation of this atrocity, as well as the determination of the Jewish neighborhood to rightly fight back. Everyone else in the media is now just catching up. Because these Pro-Hamas cretins were clearly the aggressors and the Jewish synagogue members defended themselves, the legacy press has no narrative to milk that advantages their pro-Palestine allegiance. Jewish volunteer security Magen Am was there in force and helped to allay some of the violence.

And the LAPD? According to Journalist Greenfield, after lingering for an hour (like they did at UCLA) and then blocking access so that the synagogue members could not safely get into the building, the LAPD finally pushed back on the pro-Hamas protestors, using pepper spray to subdue some.

Their line was broken, and the pro-Hamas thugs dispersed into the neighborhood, and some fled in their cars. Those who were left behind by their comrades got the beat down they deserved and then suddenly decided that the police were necessary after receiving a taste of what they were trying to dish out.

WATCH:

A demonstration organised against an Israeli real estate fair held at the Adas Torah shul devolved into chaos on Sunday with dozens of individuals punching each other in the street. Footage of the incident shows keffiyeh-clad demonstrators shoving men wearing yarmulkes and one man with blood streaming down his face.  Flags of the messianic wing of Chabad can be seen flying in the background.

Then there was this charming pair who travel with their toddler to protest for Palestine. It's sick. 

In another clip, a woman can be seen leaning out of the sunroof of a car and making making gun hand gestures and lifting her middle fingers at pro-Israel demonstrators. A group of police officers then approach her SUV with their guns raised, before she and a masked man exit the vehicle and surrender. After taking them away, officers then remove a child from the car.

WATCH:

Next to those journalists on the ground, the fullest coverage of what happened on Sunday has come from publications outside of the U.S., like The Jerusalem Post.

Activist and politician Sam Yerbi said that violent anti-Israel activists dispersed into Jewish neighborhoods "hunting Jews and causing more destruction and vandalism."  [Daniel] Greenfield had also said that anti-Israel activists had been roaming Pico-Robertson threatening people. Yerbi published a video on Instagram of a man in a Keffiyeh threatening residents with two bludgeons he retrieved from his car.  In another video he shared, community members intervened in anti-Israel vandalism of a kosher restaurant. Greenfield, Yerbi, and political consultant Noah Pollak, who had also been present, harshly criticized  the LAPD and Bass for their failure to prepare for and address the riot.

Los Angeles Mayor Karen Bass did exactly what cowardly former Mayor Eric Garcetti did in 2020 with the BLM riots. Buckled and asked the LAPD to stand down in the face of clearly provoked violence.

It took Bass many hours after the violence to even bother to issue a statement, in the wee small hours of the morning...  on X.

Today’s violence in the Pico-Robertson neighborhood today was abhorrent, and blocking access to a place of worship is unacceptable. I’ve called on LAPD to provide additional patrols in the Pico-Robertson community as well as outside of houses of worship throughout the city. I’ll be meeting with Chief Choi tomorrow to further discuss the safety of Angelenos. I want to be clear that Los Angeles will not be a harbor for antisemitism and violence. Those responsible for either will be found and held accountable. I will be joining Councilwoman Katy Yaroslavsky, the Chief Executive Officer of the Jewish Federation Los Angeles Rabbi Noah Farkas and other law enforcement and faith leaders in a community meeting this week as we talk about steps forward, together. 

Journalist Cam Higby, who was attacked while covering the protests, blasted Governor Gavin Newsom for his faux outrage. Higby pointed out that these same people spearheading this violence had been arrested at the UCLA Pro-Hamas protests weeks back.

— Cam Higby 🇺🇸 (@camhigby) June 24, 2024

Political consultant Noah Pollak called the lack of action on the part of Bass and the LAPD an "absolute disgrace." 

I was there today for an event at the shul. @LAPDHQ let the Hamas supporters take over the sidewalk in front of the shul and block its entrance. In fact, LAPD had formed a cordon around the front of the shul to keep Jews out and Hamas supporters in. I tried to enter with my kids through the front door and was turned away not by Hamas supporters but by the LAPD. Anyone who wanted to attend had to use a secret back entrance. @KarenBassLA and @LAPDHQ are an absolute disgrace -- it's clear the police have been instructed to help the Democratic Party street animals do their thuggery. They were definitely not there to protect the right of Jews to enter their shul.

Bass is reportedly meeting on Monday with Jewish and other faith leaders, as well as city officials, concerning Sunday's events. This post-crisis social is akin to rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic. With the heightened awareness that no one is coming to save them, the Jewish people of Los Angeles and elsewhere will increasingly take action into their own hands to protect their lives and their synagogues. If one thinks Sunday's violence was disturbing, you have not seen the half of it.

[nebbychan]

@smol-dargon, probably a good idea to start with the main character

Daniel Fortesque

(32 years old)

Some people like to use, “born with a silver spoon in their mouth” as a means to describe how well off people are. But for Daniel Wigginbottom Fortesque IV, it was more like a golden shovel. Dan’s family came into extravagant wealth when he was a child, though the glitz and glamour of coming from an influential, nouveau riche background didn’t do well for his anxiety. Growing up, Dan struggled to fit in with his peers, who judged him relentlessly on his economic status, and so he had few friends. Didn’t help that Dan was subjugated to bowl cuts and a comically bad retainer bought by his mother, so he didn’t really get to come out of his shell until around high school. By then, Dan had grown his hair out and stopped wearing his retainer — which turned out to be a TERRIBLE idea, even now, Dan refuses to go back to the dentist.

Dan joined the military as a means of escaping an otherwise suffocating home life, and he fit in really well - one of his past times included playing video games, or telling stories while deployed at different locations. After a decade of service, he was discharged following an unfortunate accident that left him half blind. These days, Dan lives in his hometown with his grandmother and a roommate. He also got himself a dog, hoping to have a really cool guard dog but honestly all he’s good for is hunting for pup cups and already cooked chicken.

In his past time, Dan is a streamer. He enjoys playing older games on the PlayStation as well as PC games. However, don’t expect him to play newer games like Bloodborne or Last of Us; the former because he gave up after dying 45 consecutive times at the first enemy following character creation, and then the latter because Dan suffered severe motion sickness and had to cut the stream short to throw up.

(Screenshot taken from a Haunted Mansion walkthrough)

Other facts:

- Dan is 10000% certain his girlfriend’s workplace is haunted and can’t fathom why she prefers the night shift

- Dan LOVES fantasy, he’s got his own custom suit of armor and he enjoys LARPing

- Granny Fortesque moved herself into Dan’s place because Dan can’t cook for shit, it’s practically a curse. The only thing he can make without something spontaneously combusting is coffee and tea, and a majority of his money is spent on food delivery

- He’s still in contact with his younger siblings, and they watch his streams

- Dan went to online university while still in the military; he has a Bachelor’s of Arts in English, plus a minor degree in Myth Studies, and another in Medieval Studies

- Since losing his eye, Dan has felt self conscious about it; he also wears a glass eye while out in public

- He HATES his middle name as it has gotten him bullied on several occasions, now that he’s an adult he can legally change it. Problem is, he can’t settle on a name

Modern!MediEvil AU character profiles, enough said

[paddockbunny]

It Wasn’t Supposed to be like This

Summary : You were married. You were supposed to be happily married to the man of your dreams and YET, you just cannot seem to quit Daniel f*cking Ricciardo, no matter how hard you seemed to try. Rating : 18+ Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader Word Count : 1,140 Trigger Warnings : female reader cheating, oral female receiving, betrayal themes.

💞 Authors Note: I hope this is ok. I’m writing at 5:30 due to insomnia while on vacation! although this isn’t intended as a fic it’s maybe going to be a quick mini fic! Please read till the end so you can see the reader participation!

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Truthfully, you didn’t even know how you ended up here in this position. One thing lead to another. Missed opportunities to bring things to a close and stop before you were no longer treading water but suddenly you in far over your head and struggled to hold on anymore.

Daniel was supposed to be just a little bit of fun. Harmless, innocent flirting wasn’t supposed to go beyond that. But as his hand slid across your stomach and pulled you tighter into him while he slept soundly (and nakedly) beside you, it made me feel like this was all too real, too dangerous, too much.

Trying to slip out of the bed without him noticing was harder than you ever would have thought. The soft snores escaping him weren’t as much of an indication of deep sleep as you thought they were. Daniel stirred almost immediately as you tried to slither further away from him. His grip on your bare naked side tightened and he asked where you thought you were going.

“I have to leave, Dan.” The following words were on the tip of your tongue and you hated it but they needed to be said - he needed reminding that you were in fact, not his - “he will be wondering where I am.”

He relinquished his grip simultaneously. The change in atmosphere washed over your body and you felt a sudden echo of shame and guilt begin to descend upon you. With your body free you managed to remove yourself from the bed you had spent most of the night fucking in and the groan that left Daniels frustrated mouth was enough to make you want to vomit. “Fuck!” He swore unexpectedly loudly. “I hate that you run off back to him.” He had never vocalised it with so much anger before. He always just sounded despondent and full of distain before but now his voice was filled with nothing but pure anger.

“Let’s not do this, Daniel.” You summoned the strength deep down inside of you to order him not to go there. You found your still damp panties and pulled them on and you knew he was watching you intently as you redressed. Bathed only in the slither of moonlight streaming in through the still open curtained windows. “Why? You know I can’t stand the thought of his fucking hands on you. The thought of him kissing you makes me feel sick.” “Because it doesn’t help.” You snap at him. He never understood why this was so hard for you. He had it easier. He wasn’t the married one. He didn’t have to deal with the the pangs of consciousness hit him in relentless waves. The countless times since this thing started that Daniel begged and pleaded with you to choose him, to end your marriage, replayed over and over in your head. Every heartfelt word and promise he would treat you better and declaration that you completed him flashed before your eyes and still you continued redressing.

Realising he wasn’t getting through to you, Daniel changed tactics. As you pulled on your jeans and went to button them, his hands pulled them away from their task. His name fell from your lips so effortlessly and yet you couldn’t bring your eyes to meet his gaze which you knew he would scold you for. His eyes always told you everything you needed to know. That old quote about them being a window to a persons soul was inherently true about Daniel’s. They were captivating.

“Look at me.” There it was. And yet when you refused he only repeated himself and added your name to the end. You finally caved, gave into him, gave him what he wanted and as soon as you did, his fingers undone the button again on your jeans. “Daniel….” His name came out of you in nothing but a whisper “I have to go.” His body stepped closer, his searing hot temperature almost burning you. “I can’t stay…” his hands tugged on your dark blue denim. Firm yanks to get them back down your thighs. Daniel’s mouth connected to the flesh in between the valley of your breasts before trailing lower in their pursuit. Featherlight, ghosting kisses followed the removal of the garment you had only just put back on. Trying to remember to breathe was harder than you expected and you didn’t want to give into him (again) but your shaky breaths were all he needed to continue. A smirk played mercilessly upon his mouth.

“Do you still want to leave? Do you still want to go back to him?” The words left his mouth as he made you step out of the apparel he had finished removing. His scorching hot breath lapping at the flesh of your bare thighs as he settled down on his knees before you. You knew what he was going to do, how he was going to convince you to stay. You were so weak for it. He was beyond good at it, no one had ever made you climax harder from it, and Daniel was beginning to look like a man possessed as his hands needed the skin of your round, peachy ass waiting for your vocal agreement that you wanted - no, NEEDED - him to continue. His voice calling your name snapped you back.

“Do you want to go?” He held the power right now and he knew you were too weak to lie to him. You thought fleetingly of your husband - probably sitting there in bed or pacing the floor wondering why you hadn’t answered his texts and how possibly a dinner with friends could extent this far into the morning - and as Daniel’s fingers hooked around the skinny sides of your scrap of lace you called underwear you found your head slowly move from side to side before an almost inaudible; “no” escaped your lips.

Daniel wasted no time making sure you knew your decision to stay was the right one. Like a man possessed he made quick work of bringing you to orgasm with his tongue, your leg flung over his shoulder and working on your slick folds with complete and utter ease. Your fingers laced in the mop of brown curls that you loved so much while he never tore his eyes from your face the whole time. He enjoyed holding eye contact as the tip of his tongue flickered and lapped at your highly sensitive bundle of nerves. He liked knowing that only he could make you cum like this, that he could confidently say your pussy belonged to him and not the god awful man that gave you the ring that sat upon your finger.

You were now his. You were now Daniel’s.

You just had to trust him enough to believe it.

You just had to leave your husband.

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Thank you for sticking with me! Now to the “fun” bit….I want you the reader to tell me who “you” (the reader) is married too!!!!! In the comments of this post please tell me who you’d have at home while you were having a full blown affair with Daniel. It can be anyone in the F1 universe. It can be a current or ex driver, a principle, a presenter (I’m looking at you Jenson and Nico haha) or whatnot. Please think about the age range too (obviously somewhere around the 21 - 35 mark is where I usually picture most of the “you” lead stories to be so keep this considered x)

[brxceliiande]

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 [𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧] 𝟏𝟖+

      IT HAD BEEN MONTHS SINCE THE WAR HAD ENDED AND DANIEL HAD COME HOME. WITH THE HAUNTING OF HIS EXPERIENCES, HE NEEDED A SAVIOUR AND GOD HAD GIVEN HIM ONE.

warnings: smut 18+, p in v penetration, fingering, swearing, mentions to religion, female reader + pronouns, use of y/n

genre: smut, 18+ minors please dni

wordcount: 2.4k

note: here is a long awaited daniel jackson smut (please tell me if it was good, this is the first full smut I actually wrote and published) 

song recommendation: ‘cinnamon girl’ or ‘say yes to heaven’ by lana del rey

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daniel was a man of god, believing a benevolent deity watches over him and the people around him in a sight of protection and innocence. and with protection, god always guided his strongest soldiers with his precious beings. for daniel, he believed y/n was god’s precious being meant for him. the innocence and light to guide him through the darkest days of the trenches and towers and join him while he marches through the misty valleys of france. that was his heaven, his sign that his god, heard him and protected him from evil. she was his light, life, and body. he is sworn worshipped her, in any way he could. 

daniel lay shirtless, an arm under his head with his dogtags resting on his chest. closing his eyes, he was relieved to see darkness. it had been months since the war ended and he had been shipped home. it wasn’t easy, the cheers and pride had dissolved many days later. he was left a man with scars only those who lay beneath the grounds of bastogne could understand. the death and despair of watching friends and family die, knowing nothing can be done. he couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t over. faces of ghosts showing themselves each time he closed his eyes. 

the bedroom door squeaked open. daniel fluttered his eyes open, moving his head toward the door. light streaming in from the hallway, he swore he saw an angel. light radiated off of his wife as she walked in, dressed in nothing but her white nightgown stopping just below her knees. she was beautiful.

closing the door, y/n welcomed the darkness and the silhouette of her husband in bed. walking over to the bed, she glanced to daniel. his eyes were soft, never leaving her as she made her way to him. it was a different look, at least from his usual love-sick eyes. they carried love, softness, and something she only saw on their wedding night. worship. the growing smile and eyes so soft as if she would break.

pulling the blankets over her, y/n leaned onto her husband’s chest, resting her chin on the back of her hand. catching his eyes, she could melt. there was no words needed to know what daniel meant with his look. 

“daniel, why are you…” started y/n, instantly silenced with daniel pushing his lips on to hers. delicate and hesitant. immediately closing her eyes, she moved her lips with his. she needed this. he needed this. pulling back inches apart, y/n chased his lips until daniel brought his hand to her cheek, pushing strands of stray hair before caressing it softly. with no words, daniel leaned his forehead against hers, inhaling her scent with all his being. 

opening her eyes slowing, she couldn’t believe the beauty she saw before her. lips parted as he squeezed his eyes shut, eyebrows knitted in confusion and restraint.

“you are real…” whispered daniel, his eyes staring through his lashes. y/n nodded, bringing her hand to his, her thumb rubbing the back of his hand gently. 

“i am real…” said y/n. daniel left her eyes, flickering between her lips and gaze. moving his hand, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip, parting her mouth. 

daniel inhaled sharply, “and you are mine.”

breathing hitched, y/n nodded slowly. “and i am yours.”

“you are god’s gift to me…” said daniel, hovering over her lips as he held her chin to look at him, “a gift, i have to worship…in every way.”

inching closer, y/n breathed heavily. capturing her lips, daniel groaned quietly, the taste of mint enveloping his senses. pushing the blanket down, y/n threw her leg over his, straddling him. never leaving the kiss, she settled on his thighs, moaning faintly as she brushed over his growing cock. 

wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, daniel ran his hand up her back, stopping at the back of her head and tugging slightly. pulling away from the kiss, they heaved, chests rising and falling with the stuttering beats of their hearts. grabbing the end of her nightgown, she pulled it over her head, feeling a shiver run down her spine as the cool air pierced her skin. daniel, jaw slacking slightly, rested his hands on her hips, moving them up before meeting the round of her breast. a soft gasp escapes her as her nipple is taken by daniel, with sloppy kisses and licks of plenty. the waves of splendor cease as daniel pulls off, leaving her glistening and staring up at her with eyes of lust and worship. 

“lord…forgive me” breathed daniel, his southern drawl making the ache unbareable. leaning against his forehead, y/n smiled, running her hands from his jaw to his broad shoulders. 

“then worship me.” 

in a manner of seconds, daniel flipped them over, leaving y/n beneath him. his kisses ravaged her neck, his hands pinning hers to the side. slow and gentle kisses followed the valley of her breasts, stopping to slide over her hardened nipples. in a wave of pleasure, y/n let out a moan, wanting to reach for him but kept restrainted. 

daniel looked up at her as his descending kisses reached below her belly button.

“you’re beautiful…” muttered daniel, his hand finding its way to her inner thigh. “you tease me darling…” in a spasm of pleasure, y/n choked out a moan as daniel massaged his thumb over her glistening clit. in slow circles, daniel massaged gently, glancing up at his wife. 

“daniel, fuck.” y/n cried, the pressure increasing as daniel quickly rubs in circles and slowing down once she moves too much. 

daniel chuckles, watching his wife writher beneath him. “those are fighting words sweetheart…i think you need to be reminded of whose listening” slipping two fingers into her, daniel relishes in the noises of his wife. 

“daniel!” moaned y/n, loving the feeling of his fingers inside her. she loved it so much. his beautiful fingers, curling in her cunt. the thought of it was amazing, but the feel of it was better. “please, daniel…i need you”

daniel looked up at her, eyes full of love, “i will worship you, you are mine and i am yours…as he intended.” 

a fire spread over her body, as one long stripe was made of her aching cunt. a flash of ecstacy held a veil over her vision, the reminisce of her pleasure. the intrusion of his fingers moved and curled, hitting the spongy spot that made her clench. he could barely hold back as he sucked and nibbled on her soaking cunt, the beautiful whimpers leaving his angel, his name sung as a prayer. 

the familiar sensation squeezed at her insides, leaving her stomach in a heated turmoil over to a near release. arching her back, daniel placed his large hand on her stomach, forcing her down as he brushed his tongue over her swollen bud. y/n could feel her vision flee from her as she breathed her husband’s name, shutting her eyes. 

“daniel, i-” moaned y/n, daniel looked up through his eyebrows, watching her expression of pure bliss as he placed his tongue on top of her clit. threading her fingers through his hair, she pulled softly, bringing his lips to hers. the taste of her on him made her stomach flutter something twisted. deepening the kiss, daniel removed his fingers—much to her dismay, bringing them up to gently rub her nipples between his fingers. 

daniel pulled away, wincing as his restrained cock needed to be let free. leaning down on her forehead, he gently rubbed his nose against hers, inhaling sharply. 

“do you want to know how i know you were made for me?” asked daniel, bringing her legs around his waist and lowering his hips, applying pressure to her clit with his growing cock. y/n breathed a shaky moan, opening her eyes and staring into his. “because he made you sing my name as if it was his…” daniel pulled back, staring down at y/n as if she was a delicate flower that would snap at any moment. removing her legs wrapped from his waist, he continue to stare into her eyes, his hands finding the waistband of his boxers and bringing it down. 

freeing proudly from restraint, his cock hit his stomach, arched slightly upward and to the left. a pretty pink engulfed the tip, a bead of pearly white resting at the top, threatening to expel itself. y/n held herself up with her elbows, her eyes widening slightly yet returning to a loving gaze as she caught daniel’s love-sick eyes. 

shuddering, at the freedom, daniel looked down at his cock. rubbing his hand over his precum with a stifled moan, he stroked himself softly as he felt himself wrapped with her legs.

“...and he made you perfectly, for me.” said daniel, shakily. looking at her, daniel smiled softly. his eyes didn’t leave hers as her held his tip to her folds, sliding it slowly through her slick. mouth falling open, y/n reached for him, daniel leaned forward and she grabbed his shoulder, pulling him toward her to catch his lips in a delicate kiss. 

pulling apart inches, y/n smiled. “i was made for you…” with a small gasp, y/n felt him enter her, her jaw slacking as she stared him in the eyes, “...all of you.”

falling to her back, daniel followed her, capturing her lips. daniel let his eyes fall close, the warm and inviting stretch made his mind flutter, groaning deeply as he filled her. the intrusion was delicious, the stretch around his cock made y/n wince slightly. but she wouldn’t have it any other way. he moved at a slow pace, barely leaving her as he pulled back to thrust in once more. moving in sync, daniel licked her bottom lip, begging to enter. parting her lips slightly, she tasted coffee soon after. 

daniel’s hands roamed her body, particularly holding her legs at his sides as he thrusted into her. with each groan, he could feel her clench around him. massaging her left breast with his hand, he pulled away, kissing her neck and before moving down to catch her nipple. y/n leaned her head back, back arching as daniel fully sheathed her. 

“daniel, oh god.” moaned y/n, feeling the rumble of daniel’s chuckle on her breast. daniel thrusted harder, pulling out completely before pushing himself back in harshly. pulling away from her body, daniel straightened up settling on his, his hands gripping tightly onto her thighs as he leaned his head back. eyes falling shut, he reveled in the tightness and her warmth. 

“fuck, darling…” breathed daniel, letting his southern drawl take over. bringing his head to look down at her again, he grabbed her legs and bent them under him as he thrusted deeper than before. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” swore y/n, the familiar feeling forming inside her. spreading her legs , daniel groaned deeply at the sensation. sliding her hand down, she played with her clit but her hand was swatted away and quickly replaced with daniel’s fingers. in swift circular motions, daniel took over with his thumb, massaging her clit deeply. 

“that’s it darlin’, come on…” said daniel, breathing heavily as the feeling of release began to rise in him. in a breathless plea, daniel moaned. “cum for me, sweetheart.”

his words effected her like electricity to water, she couldn’t respond as her lips parted in laboured breathing. in a manner of seconds, something snapped in her. a flash of ecstasy filled her senses, blinding her as she screamed his name. coming down from the delicious high, y/n pulled daniel down to her, kissing him deeply as she could feel his thrusts slow down. daniel moaned into her mouth, the feeling close to snapping inside him.

“y/n, fuck, please…” moaned daniel, pulling away and breathing heavily as his head hung in by hers. y/n held her overstimulation inside, not wanting daniel to stop. wrapping her arms around his back, she dragged her nails down his back gently. in a whimper, daniel brought himself up as his hips began to stutter heavily. before he could finish, y/n wrapped her legs around his hips quickly, latching him to her. 

daniel quickly looked at her with a plea and confirmation in his eyes, with a nod from her, he felt himself let go. releasing himself into her, daniel cried out in bliss. warmth filled her cunt and she couldn’t help but moan with daniel as he thrusted slowly, riding out his high. there was a moment of silence as y/n was left with the lasting feeling of fullness and whined as it was taken from her. daniel dropped on his back beside her, hoping to settle his beating heart and laboured breathing. 

in the silence, y/n turned her head on the pillow, seeing the profile of her husband. turning on her side, she placed a hand on his chest. at her touch, she felt him shudder slightly before his eyes opened and gazed at her. his eyes were tired, but filled with love as his gaze softened once he caught her eyes. bringing his hand up, he place in on top of hers, his thumb caressing the back of her hand. 

“i love you…” whispered daniel, slurring slightly from the aftermath. y/n smiled and leaned it, placing a sweet, but long kiss on his lips. daniel immediately kissed back, moving his hand off of hers to the back of her head, deepening the kiss. pulling back after a few seconds, daniel shut his eyes and leaned their foreheads together, y/n doing the same. 

they focused on each others breathing, taking in a moment of silence as they rubbed their noses together slightly. 

“i love you, too...” said y/n, looking at him with a growing smile. daniel chuckled lightly, looking into her eyes and dropping his hand from her head to her cheek. 

“my love, my life, my light…” said daniel, watching her eyes soften to near tears, “you saved me.”

y/n couldn’t stop of a tear from falling, she sniffled quietly. “and you saved me.”

leaning in for a soft kiss, both couldn’t help from letting small tears fall. even though it had been months since the war ended, it still raged inside them. waves of pain and despair haunting their lives. but together, they saved each other, and they were eternally grateful…as god intended.

[f1-disaster-bi]

I just got an idea for the brother au and its probably just me projecting cause I've been away from home a couple of weeks and really miss it,

I think that when Lando finally joined formula 1 in 2019 he started REALLY missing home. At least one of his parents used to watch every race in f2 and f3 and now in f1 it's just him. The first few weeks he's very excited about everything and especially since he's driving in a rival team of his brother. But then he's starting to miss home and his parents. And Daniel is so busy with Renault that they rarely get to see each other's. Lando also can't go back to Australia cause he has to spend time in England and the factory. So in the middle of the season he's tired and upset and just wants to go home and he can't sleep. Daniel is spending night in a different hotel but Lando just doesn't care and drivers over in the middle of the night. Daniel is first a bit annoyed but then sees that his brother is on the verge of tears so he just pulls him into a hug and Lando just cries cause all he wants to do is go home but Daniel is close enough to home right then and there.

Lando when he got into F1 and because he's 19 turning 20, telling his parents that they don't need to come to every race because he knows they're older now and want to relax a bit. They of course say they'll come to a few to support him and Dan but Lando reassure them that he's got this. That he's ready to start striking out on his own

He just never expected it to be so lonely. England is so cold and rainy. There's nothing that feels homey about his apartment. His friends based in England are all busy or flying between different things so he's alone when he's not at the factory and that starts to get to him. He tries to fight it off with streaming or meeting up with George and Alex but he just misses home and his family

Poor Lando thinking that seeing Dan at race weekends will help, but it's Dan's first time with a new team. He's so busy with racing and his own life that while he makes time to see Lando, he can't just run to his brother and hug him or let out his worries cause he doesn't want to stress Dan.

So he tries to grin and bear it. He keeps his head down and works, facetimes with his parents and sister as much as he can. he even takes up golfing to try distract himself but then one night it all gets too much. Maybe he's had a shit race weekend and he really just wants his dad for comfort or his mum so he doesn't even think before getting in the car and driving to Dans hotel

Dan is a bit miffed because he's tired and its ass oclock in the morning but he just takes one look at Lando. And all he sees is his baby brother is trembling and theres tears in his eyes and it just pushes him into big brother mode and he's just wrapping Lando in a hug and asking him whats wrong.

Lando just rambles. He lets it all out even saying 'I tried to be brave cause I know you did this when you were younger and you were fine but I'm not strong like you', and that breaks Dans heart because he knows how Lando feels. He tells him as much, that he felt so sick that first year away because he missed home and he missed them and it sucked, but he promises to try be around more for when Lando feels like shit

And maybe after that Renault always end up using the same hotels and McLaren and everyone thinks its a concidence but really its so the brothers can have time to hang out during race weekends

Maybe Lando even decides to move to Monaco to live with Dan for a bit which lets him and michael get to know each other more

[angrylizardjacket]

fit by my side {Machine Gun Kelly}

@bitchylittleredhead said: Okay I hear your MGK x pastel!reader and I raise you MGK x Mother Nature!reader. Hella plants, strong love for animals, heckin soft, v kind, mom friend, sunshine child. (I just really really love soft paired with him, it’s so damn cute) also I love you I hope you are well 🧡 

Also This Concept

A/N: 3177 words. Gender Neutral Reader (they/them) ! im worried kells is OOC. also there’s no smut but it does get M rated, but there’s no genitals specified. gets quite sappy at times. also @url-under-construction i hope u like it and i hope its good.

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When you meet Colson, he’s famous, but he’s not, you know, famous famous. You meet on the set of The Dirt; he’s one of the stars, you’re a production assistant and stand-in when they need it, and you don’t think for a second that he’ll even remember your name when this is all over. 

But he does; in rehearsals, you’re the one reading the lines for the characters they haven’t cast yet, and the first time the four main cast members see you, in your floaty, floral top, and your gentle aura, and then to hear you say, with absolute sincerity, ‘your mom’s a cunt’, it has them bursting out laughing. You smile, sweet and kind, and you step gently through the blocking that has the character you’re currently standing in for, stabbing Tommy - Colson - with a pen. 

Maybe the juxtaposition of you taking part in this whole production is what intrigues him.

When filming starts, you’re still around, and something about seeing you, amid this performance of debauchery, and yet you’re still sincere and gentle, your choice of attire making you stick out like a sore thumb amid the leather and grime. At first, he tries to play it off, that you look somewhat out of place and it’s eye-catching, but you bring the cast food and water and whatever they need, you go on coffee runs, and take a genuine interest in each of them, and by the time he realises that his mood lifts every time he walks on set and sees you there, he knows he can’t play it off as you catching his eye for completely platonic reasons.

He asks you out the week after Casie leaves from visiting set, having seen you interact with her, entertain her while Colson was in hair, treating her with just as much kindness and respect as you did everyone else on the production. It convinces him that your intentions are true, and he knows that he can’t finish this production without shooting his shot.

By the time the wrap party comes around, you’re calling him your boyfriend, at first tentative, looking to him for confirmation, but then you see the way he beams at how the words sound when you say them, and you grow more confident each time you say it.

It’s met with... confusion.

Really? 

It seems no-one saw that coming - if anyone, I would have expected Douglas - you hear, and frown. 

“What does that mean?” You ask; a frown is rare to see on your face, but you’re wearing it anyhow, and the woman your speaking to splutters her way around a sentence as she’s trying to backpeddle.

“I just- I mean, well, Kells - Colson - he’s so... Doulgas just seems more... refined? Not that Colson not, you know- you’re just -”

“I’m just what?” You ask, not accusing, more curious than anything else, and the woman’s voice dies in her throat as she looks you over; pale blue jeans and a pastel, patterned button-down that would have looked right at home in the eighties. 

“I’m just concerned for you,” she eventually says, laying her hand on yours like she’s trying to do you a favour, “Colson’s intense, I’m just worried you’ll get hurt.” You see what she’s trying to say, but her tone is so painfully condescending. 

“I’m an adult,” you tell her, tone understanding but firm, “and I appreciate your concern, but I promise I can take care of myself.”

The moment you can get out of the conversation, you find Colson, talking animatedly to one of the makeup artists, and you slot yourself into the space by his side. Automatically, without even stopping the conversation, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close, and you gratefully take the moment to press your face against him, wrapping your arms around him without saying a word. It’s both strangely intimate and familiar, his thumb rubbing small circles against your side.

As he stops talking, there’s a lull, and you don’t have to look up to know the makeup artist is giving you both a strange look.

“Ignore me,” your voice is muffled against him, using one hand as if to waive off any last bits of hesitation. 

“They’re fine,” Colson assured, tapping you on the hip. He’s still oozing casual confidence

You’ve been together for almost half of filming, which isn’t exactly a short amount of time, but usually you try and keep things professional on set, so it’s nice to be able to be close to him in public. 

The rest of the cast know, of course, you’ve been out with them on several occasions, and they all have come to adore you just as much as you adore them. Something about hearing Daniel drunkenly assure you that if Colson ever hurts you, that there’d be a line of people ready to slap some sense into him. You try to brush him off, endeared by his drunken affection, but he turns suddenly to the rest of the cast.

“Hey, hey, hey - who’d throw down for Y/N?” He asks; without hesitation, Douglas, Iwan, and Colson raise their hands, eyes wide and alert, as if the offer needed to be acted upon immediately. The show of support has your heart swelling in your chest.

You find yourself fitting into his life back in LA easily; while beginning work as an assistant on a Netflix original series, you call into his house in the Hollywood Hills, delighted to be privy to demos and snippets from his next album. 

And you meet his friends, shake their hands and smile and chatter with them. They’re not sure what to make of you at first, no-one really is when you present yourself in conjunction with Colson, but soon they start to see what he sees in you. It’s endearingly genuine and thoughtful and honest and enthusiastic and -

“They’re like sunshine,” it’s Rook’s Instagram live, almost six months into your relationship with Colson, that really cements it to the public. Rook is smoking in Colson’s living room in the middle of the afternoon between recording sessions, and someone asked what your deal was. 

“I’m so sick of - and I know Kells is, and Y/N too, not that they’d ever say anything. ‘ve never heard them say a bad word ‘bout anyone, you know,” Rook hits the blunt again, his face scrunching up, “but everyone ‘round here’s so fuckin’ sick of people talkin’ shit ‘bout ‘em. For real, Y/N is sunshine, nicer than all of you motherfuckers put together,” and he laughs, but it’s clear he isn’t entirely joking, “- you know what?” He asked, eyes lighting up and standing abruptly, grabbing the phone.

“Baze, man, you seen Y/N?” He calls, and Baze responds from somewhere off-camera that you’re outside. The comments are going off, but he pays them no mind, heading out to the backyard, only to see you by the back fence, peering over into the trees, on your tip toes, one hand straining over the fence, in shorts and a singlet in sunshine yellow.

Rook calls your name.

You shush him loudly, and then, without looking at him, slowly wave him over.

As he approaches, he can hear the telltale sound of a bird chirping, and as soon as he gets close, he hears you whisper -

“I think they’re bluebirds,” you murmur, and finally look back at him, lowering yourself, surprised to see his phone held aloft. He tells you he’s live streaming, you wave awkwardly, which is when he sees the slice of banana you’re holding, “I’m not sure what they eat; do bluebirds eat banana?” You ask, a little helpless, looking at Rook, and then to his phone. 

After a moment, you step aside, and gesture for Rook to take a look over the fence, and sure enough there’s a nest with a single, rather sad looking bluebird with it’s wing bent at a strange angle, calling out pathetically, obscuring a few eggs, just out of arm’s reach. While he’s looking over the fence, also trying to reach them, and also trying to get the phone close enough to see if anyone watching the livestream could identify the bird or offer any suggestion, he hears your footsteps retreating.

“Stay there, I’m going to get Kells,” you call out to him, voice bright, “he’s got long arms!” And Rook bursts out laughing; you weren’t wrong. 

While waiting, he sits against the fence and answers a few more questions, until he looks up and sees you, expression concerned, and Colson uncharacteristically fond as he lets you lead him by the hand.

You show him the nest and ask for him to get it, worried the bird was hurt, and he obligingly reaches over the back fence to gently collect the bird nest, trying his best not to jostle the bird. The bird’s wing appeared to be broken, and Rook ends the live when you mention that you’re going to take the bird to the vet.

Already, the fandom is exploding from what had transpired. 

People are making suggestions as to what the birds should be named, people are claiming your caring and sweet personality is completely fake, people in the live managed to screenshot Colson’s expression as you’d lead him to the birds, how smitten he was with his hand in yours, and have started posting ‘get u a man who looks at u like kells looks at y/n’ all over twitter and tumblr.

“Bird update!” Several hours later, Colson posts a series of videos to his instagram story, “for those of y’all who don’t know, Y/N found a bird with a broken wing in a tree out the back of my place, we rescued it and it’s eggs, and took it to the vet,” and with that he flips the camera around, from a close up on his face, to show a large, cardboard box in the corner of the room. 

Peep Davidson was written in large, black letters on the side of the box.

The rest of the videos are outlining what the vet had told you all, and that the bird should only take about seven days to heal before you could put them all back into the wilderness. 

At that, he pauses.

“You worried about putting the birds back when you saw that cat the other day?” And he angles the camera to reveal you, laying with your head in his lap.

“The orange one?” You ask, voice heavy, as if he’d disturbed you when you’d been right about to fall asleep. You yawn, and he confirms, you give a little, lazy shrug and smile, “not sure where that cat is.”

“Fuckin’ hell, babe,” Colson laughs, “you gotta stop finding random animals in my backyard.”

“They find me,” you counter, and shift so you can press your face against his belly, humming contentedly as his free hand begins stroking your back. 

“Snow White-Cinderella-Pied Piper motherfucker,” how that is somehow the softest, most gentle words to ever leave his lips, is utterly baffling, but there’s so much love and adoration but you turn enough for the camera to catch your delighted little smile, “you’re-” he starts, “who’s that dude from that, that My Hero shit we were watching the other night?”

“Koji Koda, you weeb,” you tease him fondly, knowing exactly who he’s referring to, and that’s where the video ends.

That’s the day it’s confirmed for the rest of the world. There’s countless paparazzi photos, and hints, and speculation, but this is the first time he’d called you anything but your name, and they’d all seen you snuggling up to him, your head in his lap.

This also is the day the trend begins on his Instagram story of a photo of you, usually in his backyard, with whatever animal had decided to befriend you that day.

My partner. My backyard. No fucking idea who’s animal that is.

And he still goes out and gets fucked up, and sometimes you’re there, and sometimes you’re not. When you’re out together, it still doesn’t quite make sense; he’s hard partying and over the top, and it seems like it wouldn’t be your scene at all.

But then there’s photos of Colson and a few of his friends standing on the edge of a roof, announcing that they’re Kings, and you’re by his side, smiling and waving at the person taking the photograph. He manages to get himself injured pulling a stunt at a friend’s house party, but you’re in the back of some influencer’s vlog, straddling his lap with tissues in your hand, him holding you secure as you clean up the scrape on his forehead; it’s kind of sickening how in love he looks, as he watches the way you concentrate. When you notice his expression, your own softens, and you lean in to give him a kiss. 

And so you start to make sense, but people still ask why.

So when asked, you tell people that you support each other, and challenge each other, and yeah, that’s absolutely why you’re together, but it’s not the whole reason as to why you make sense.

Because no-one sees the way you hook your finger into his belt loop at the back of his pants at the house party, and you press a kiss between his shoulder blades, and he knows exactly what that means. He’s quick to make some flimsy excuse to leave as you step into place by his side, which everyone he’s speaking to immediately sees through. You play at being flustered, tucking your embarrassed expression against him as he slings his arm around your shoulders, and calls an Uber.

The drive back to his place has you both on edge with anticipation, his hands all over you in the back of the car while you try to hold a civil conversation with the driver. It’s killing you not to give in, but you know it’s worth it. 

“You’re such an idiot!” You announced, grinning from ear to ear the moment you get into the house, before the door’s even closed, and he slams it shut to press you against it. Kissing him feels like a cathartic release, but after a moment you shove him back, loudly admonishing him for taking part of a stunt that got him hurt.

“You could have been seriously hurt!” You keep poking him in the chest to punctuate your words, and he steps back each time, expression alight, pupils blown wide. He keeps reaching out, as if to touch you, to snag your clothes, like it’s a game when you smack his hand back every time. 

“Got a gnarly cut though,” he pointed out, as his ass hits the kitchen island. His legs open, making space for you, and you step into it.

“Gnarly cut,” you murmur, tone surprisingly derisive, and you reach up to push his hair back from his forehead. His head tips back, leaning into your touch, the look on his face almost dreamy even as you’ve got a hand on his hips, pushing him back on the counter. 

Then you’re in his lap on the counter, hand fisted in his hair, lips on his neck, leaving bruises and bite marks. He’s trying to get you naked, efficient and desperate, but the moment he gets your shirt off, you push the fruit bowl behind him onto the floor, and push him back against the granite countertop. 

“You were worried about me,” he smirks up at you, admiring you with your hands planted either side of his head. 

“Because you don’t worry about your damn self!”

“Ooh, breaking out damn tonight? Must be serious,” he teased, deliberately riling you up; he loved this side of you just as much as the sweetness. Instead of responding, you reach up under his shirt and rake your nails harshly down his chest and stomach, delighting in the way he arched up at the sudden sensation, eyes falling closed. 

With one hand still flat against his belly, the other comes up to cup his jaw, gentle at first, before your fingers move to caress his throat, and you press yourself against him. 

“If you get yourself killed, I’ll kick your ass,” you whisper, lips inches from his as you press firmer against his throat. He grins, and sighs, the sound content and syrupy and so fucking into it, leaning up, to meet your lips with his, to feel the pressure on his neck just a little more.

And you bite, and you scratch, and you ride him on the kitchen island. The location is new, but the situation isn’t; once he’d discovered the righteous, sexual fury you’d been bottling up, he’d been more than happy to let you unleash it on him. Not to say that he didn’t give as good as he got; there’s been several times he’s had you swearing a blue streak, seeing stars, desperate and blissed out in equal measure.

But then there’s your dominant moments, the mean streak, and the teasing, the sting of your nails and your teeth and the way you push him around, into the mattress, against the wall without hesitation, and that he covets. No-one else is allowed to see you like that. To be tied up or blindfolded or or punished or pushed around, at your mercy, it’s as close to Heaven as he’s ever felt on Earth, because he knows without a shadow of a doubt that your heart is kind, that you’d never really hurt him in a way he wouldn’t like.

You make him feel safe.

And it’s not just the sex, you’re never dismissive of ideas or suggestions, seemingly always ready to help if he ever needs it, rather than judgmental. It makes him want to be there for you too. 

He wants to be better for you.

Which is kind of terrifying to consider.

“I love you,” he tells you in the shower, in the afterglow, soft, pausing where he had been washing your back where you couldn’t reach. It wasn’t the first time he’d said it, but he felt like he needed you to hear them.

“Love you too,” you say around a yawn, though the words are as genuine as they’d always been coming from you, and you lean back against him, leaning your head against his cheek in a moment of quiet intimacy. You try to kiss him like this, but turns your face directly into the shower, and end up spluttering and breaking the moment.

Colson chuckles softly, stepping back and pulling you with him, out of the stream of water and into his arms so he could kiss you properly. You’re still giggling as you’re wiping the water from your eyes, looking at him with fond adoration. When you settle your arms around him, you quiet down and bask in the moment, his forehead coming to rest against yours, warm and safe in his embrace, sensing that, in that moment, he felt the exact same way.

[belleta]

The Forest - Part One

Consists: Supernatural, SKZ as different SN creatures, adventure, romance, drama, action, ......still trying to figure out all the details....lol XD

"Come on Y/N!", I was racing around the house. Trying to make sure I had everything for this trip. "Omg Y/N, let's GO~!" I swear to the universe she's going to thank me later. " I'm coming child!" I screamed back. Alrighty I just need my retainer. I bounded up the stairs and glided down the hallway with my cotton socks. Bursting into my room, I quickly scanned it for the sparkly emerald case. I caught sight of it out of the corner of my eye, "Boom!" I ran forward and snatched it off my windowsill. While leaping for my door, I paused and turned back to what I call my sanctuary. Call me paranoid but I'm kinda afraid of camping in the middle of the woods. Ever since I watched "The Blair Witch Project", I've been creeped.

It doesn't help that Jazzy forced us to watch the film, previous to this morning. I was drifting in the fairy floss clouds of my mind when a loud honk poured water on them. I sucked in a breath, blowing raspberries. Padding back over to my bedside, I grabbed my Ice Bear plushie. Giving it a quick squeeze and finally deciding that he's coming with me. Galloping back through the house, I made it out, locked the door and hopped in the back seat like a spring rabbit. "What took you so long?" I gazed up through my fringe at my girl bestie Jazmine. She had long beautiful honey blonde hair, and a mousy nose. Her blue eyes were alike with pebbles under a lake, with cheeks connected by a dash of light freckles. "I swear I just aged waiting for you" and Danny, our guy bestie. I've been best friends with Danny, since 3rd grade. Jazzy moved over during the 5th grade. All three of us have been with each other through thick and thin. Daniel was Hawaiian Japanese descent, had perfect colorful nails and absolutely gorgeous eye makeup. We were all dressed in casual, comfy clothes for the trip. Jazmine, or Jazzy as people call her, as the oldest. She was driving Danny's dad's truck. It was spacious and definitely was fit for the environment. Danny, second eldest was in shotgun and I, being the "baby", was in the back. "I was just making sure I have everything." The two rolled their eyes. Danny looked back at me "Girl, you need to chill. We've got everything and more" the boy stated. "I know, I know.....I'm just paranoid, you know.....being in the woods for a week" I looked down at my feet and played with my fingers to cover my embarressedness. "Awww, is the baby scared", Jazzy giggled, imitating a child. I swatted at her, "Let's just...finally go" I grumbled, reaching inside my bag to pull out my headphones. "Fine" they answered teasingly. While Jazzy was pulling out, I fastened myself and slid my headphones on. Bluetoothing them and unlocking my phone, I scrolled through my YouTube Music playlist finding the one named 'Bell Mix'. After that, I went back to the truffula trees and fairy floss. Just listening to my music and thinking about things. There were a couple times, where I thought I might get sick, but I had remembered my motion sickness bracelets. In your face! It's better to set out a little later, rather than having our vehicle reeking of my insides. 2 or 3 hours went by, or something. I'm not really sure, my brain doesn't really have a sense of time when I'm inside of it. We stopped to use the bathroom, get food and fuel at a gas station, maybe 2 hours away from the forest. "Can I, can I, can I, can I PLEASE?!?" I had been begging Jazzy to let me buy a bag of Haribo for 10 minutes now, and she was starting to break. I'm very persuasive as you find out, and I happen to be a very prominent weakness to many throughout my life. She finally gave in and I bounced away to the candy isle with glee and happily picked out a bag, promising to share. Jazzy just rolled her eyes and paid for our things. We trotted back to the car and continued our journey. It was nearing the end of 2pm when we finally arrived at the edge of the forest. It's lushes were absolutely perfectly splendid. The road continued for a hot minute, until it gave away to dirt and rocks. We didn't want to stray too far from the dirt road, so we slowly kept moving in until I suddenly exclaimed at the sight of a pretty little clearing. It had a few little bushes marking the edges, thick but soft looking grass, and a little dirt patch at one side that should be perfect for a firepit. We pulled over to take a look around, flattening a few bushes in the process. As soon as the truck came to a stop I shoved the door open and sprung down onto the flourishing forest floor. The first thing I did was take a deep breath to soak in the sweet scent of the untouched earth. I reached up, stretching and cracking a few of my bones in the process. Then I raced through the trees and undergrowth, toward the beautiful glade. It felt so nice to get away from civilization, I had always loved

getting away like this. Being able to recharge away from annoying people and sounds, my fears of the night were long forgotten. I was two steps away from the grass when I suddenly tripped over something. Tumbling forward and scratching my cheek. I landed on my face, but on the bright side it was luckily with no rocks around. The dirt however spared me at nothing, crawling into my fresh scrapes, was a sharp and quick stinging as I grabbed my face. "Seriously Y/N, we haven't even completely left the car yet and you've already managed to hurt yourself" Jazzy declared. Danny chimed in, "Did you hurt yourself at all?". Quickly inspecting myself, I responded "Yes, a tiny bit on my cheek, hands and knees", I could hear them muttering to themselves about how reckless I was sometimes. They started toward me and as I waited for them to catch up, I decided to look around and figure out where to put things for these next few days. While ogling the decently wide stretch that was conveniently shielded by a mighty sugar maple. I thought I saw something in the undergrowth a few meters away from me. I grabbed my glasses and narrowed my eyes, but right when I thought I saw whatever it was, two flashes shot in the opposite direction between the ferns and disappeared. They were kinda hidden but I could sorta make out one of the shapes was darker and slightly bigger. The other was a little bit easier but still was difficult, it was kinda brown, or maybe reddish? At that moment I felt two hands on my shoulders, "Let me see", it was Jazzy. She inspected my injury. "It'll be fine, just wash it off", "Okie-Dokie-Artichokie", she laughed and ruffled my hair. I gazed back at where I saw the two shapes but not even the bushes were still moving. "Hey!" I cocked my head back to the voice "Can you help me?" Danny was struggling to unpack from the back. "Sure thing Danny-O" I quickly stood up, maybe a little too quick. My vision went funny and I almost stumbled. "Oh my god Y/N! Be careful!" Jazzy scolded, "My bad!" I was a little all over the place at the moment. Finally we were on this trip! I mean, I waited 6 months for this and it's finally here! I'm not all childish, I'm actually very 4D. I'm just really excited okay? I more carefully walked back to the truck, where Danny was struggling to keep ahold of what appeared to be the tent. Over the course of the next hour and a half we set up everything. Goofing around and laughing. Danny had been pulling too hard on our sleeping bags, to wedge them out of the trunk. And had accidentally fallen onto the slightly wet dirt, causing a very prominent brown streak across his gray sweatpants and sky blue tie dye hoodie. I was currently on my way to find the stream that is supposably close by, with a screenshot of google maps and a compass. Service wasn't exactly a 5 star out here, but I didn't mind too much. I brought a portable WiFi router with me, so if Jason Vorhees just decided to pull one, we could call for help. Every so often I would hang a wooden heart ornament on one of the tree's branches, so if this was the correct way then we would never get lost. Also so that I didn't get lost right now. I had been making these last night, for these exact reasons. I swear only dumb people don't mark their surroundings, this is one of the main reasons why people disappear and are never found or get lost. There are no traces of where they've been, like these fruit loops really-...... After about another 20 meters I started hearing the sounds of water. It became louder and louder really quickly. Is there a waterfall here? I pondered, while quickening my pace with curiosity. 35 seconds later I came across a thinning in the trees and beyond a clear water stream. I finally broke out of the shelter provided from the thick leaves, the sun kissed my skin with it's warm touch. I looked around and sure enough, there was a small waterfall that looked straight out of a fairytale. It had multiple uneven levels, with smoothed boulders everywhere. And to top it all off, it had little water plants scattered around it. Absolutely

beautiful.... I scanned around and spotted a few giant boulders poking into the stream. I carefully picked my way over to them, clutching onto Danny's muddy clothes. Hopping onto the sunlight warmed stones, I positioned myself perfectly so that I could reach the water but wouldn't fall in. I reached into my pocket for my zip lock of natural soap, of course I didn't want to hurt this literally untouched land. I leaned down to dunk the fabric into the stream's crystal-like water and kneaded the brown smudge. It was decently cold, just perfect for a stream. I turned back to the small bag with a green bar wrapped with brown paper and a little herb decoration. I unzipped it and reached for a tiny hand towel I brought with me so that I would have a better grip on the soap, even if I got wet. After dunking the clothes in I took the bar of soap and swiped it all over. I dipped it into the water once to help the bubble come, then I started aggressively rubbing it. Once the outfit was foaming with suds, I slapped it into the brook. Holding onto the sleeve I rub it harshly all over to get the stains out. It was relatively still easy because the events of cause were only moments before. I was starting to disappear into my thoughts, getting deeper and deeper and deeper....... And just then a crash and from the trees, followed by snarls and barks. I was so lost in my thought that this jolted me into the canal. The water suddenly became ice cold, my scream had been washed away. A surge of water filled my lungs from the way my mouth was open to yelp. I could still hear the sounds of fighting every so often, when I would surface. My head was hurting, my skin was stinging and my lungs were screaming. Someone.....please help..... It was hurting so much, I was trying not to panic. So I could find the surface and get back to shore. I would break through it's crisp arctic clutches every so often and would cry out for help but then get cut off by the now frosty darkness. I was giving up to the stream and submitting to the coldness. Letting it swallow me whole. I was numb, I couldn't feel my body being thrown around anymore, Is this how my story ends? No! I don't want to! I still have things to do! I need to graduate, and find my passion! I need to find a man who will love me as much as I do! I need to birth young and care for them! I want to grow old with my partner happily! I can't die yet! I just can't! But it was just so cold. I had stopped moving violently, so I guess I had been poured into a lake or something. I didn't care anymore. My blood felt frozen, I couldn't even bend a finger. That's when I felt a force near me, it parted the waters. Moving me in a different direction with its power. Then not long after I felt something grab hold of me in an awkward way. I was starting to be pulled into another direction, as the water streamed around, parting to let me and whatever that was saving me through. Then I broke through the surface and that was the last thing I felt before slipping into a comfy unconsciousness.