#“what made you like this picture?” “what part of that story is hottest to you?” “oh? is that something you want me to do?”

[lali-hoe]

Ngl, my biggest fear and hottest fantasy is a either friend that I have flirty banter with or a fuckbuddy somehow gets their hands on my likes and make me go through it with them, just verbal teasing at first but then some soft, testing brushes. And then some caressing, some light groping, and then they're making me show them all the posts, sitting on their lap while they tease me and make fun of how filthy my likes are and how much I like getting teased.

[whimsiwitchy]

Controversially Young Girlfriend (part three)

Hugh Jackman x popstar!reader 

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summary: y/n is a globally beloved pop star. She is known for her talent and dedication towards her craft. Recently, she has also been known for her preference for older men. After a breakup with her former older boyfriend, she had a run in with the hottest dilf right now, Hugh Jackman. Y/n tried to warn him, but what can she say, she has an effect on hot, older men. 

warnings: age gap (23/55), cursing, y/n used, implied shorter reader, afab reader, she/her pronouns, sexual themes, fighting (verbal).

warnings will change as the story progresses! all descriptions of real people in this story are FAKE. I do not know these people and this is purely fiction. Please let me know if I missed anything!! <3

authors note: idk yall, this kinda ate ngl. I’m so proud of this and I really hope you all enjoy it as much as I did! <3 also I’m sorry to all the Pedro girlies…I had to. 

part three: uninvited

The past few days seemed to drag on slower than you wished they had. The rest of your time in London was spent doing various interviews centered around your upcoming album release and Ashley dragged you around to every possible tourist attraction around. It was all rather mundane- every interview was the same and every attraction too crowded for your liking. You were being a grump but you were tired and anxious. All the hype around your sophomore album delighted you, truly it did, but the doubts always took up more space in your mind than you cared to admit. With this album, you took a lot of inspiration from the pop girlies of the early 2000s, Britney being the biggest influence. You allowed yourself to explore your sexuality and true self. The songs were erotic in the best way and in just a few weeks, everyone would have access to that side of you. The image you’d been portraying wasn’t that of a ‘soft good girl’ per say but you hadn’t been this open and honest before. It was terrifying. 

You landed at LAX around two in the morning, giving you a few hours of sleep before your 11am meeting. This was one of those times you didn’t mind using the perks of your fame. You had a car waiting to pick Ashley and yourself  up to take you straight home, allowing both of you to get some sleep as the driver fought through the airport traffic. The moment you reached your small house, you threw your luggage across the living room and dropped face down into the couch, falling back into a deep sleep with Ashley right next to you. When your alarms go off at nine am, you’re banging your head into the couch cushions, the seven hours of sleep feeling like a blink. You roll slightly allowing yourself to fall the short distance from the couch onto the floor. “Ow…” You mumble, rubbing the back of your head. Dragging yourself up, you sluggishly made your way to the bathroom to take a quick shower. It was something you should have done last night. Just thinking about all the germs sitting on your body right now made a quick chill of disgust roll down your spine. You heavily disliked sleeping in your ‘outside clothes’ but the tiredness beat the cleanliness last night. 

Sweat pants and a hoodie weren’t exactly meeting appropriate but it wasn’t anything serious, just a little gathering to figure out some last minute details for the album listening party being thrown for your friends and family. You didn’t want it to be a huge deal but your label saw it as a marketing opportunity. If it were up to you, it would be a simple get together at your house but they insisted on it being at some club that would have paparazzi waiting to take pictures. You aren’t even sure why you're needed at the meeting because your input wasn’t even being considered, you just sat and gave the ‘stamp of approval’. Ashley was still knocked out when you walked to your kitchen to grab a small breakfast- a protein yogurt and some apple slices. You’d much prefer french toast but your trainer has been onto you about your diet with a tour coming up. You needed to be in good shape to dance and sing at the same time, it was ridiculous how hard it was. 

“Hey Ash, imma head out, i’ll be back soon.” You shake her shoulder lighty. She opens her eyes to some degree and mutters, what sounded like, an ‘okay’. You sighed as you started the engine to your 2000 green Toyota Corolla. It had been making a funny noise before your trip overseas that you had forgotten all about it. A lot of your newer, richer, friends have made fun of your car but you couldn’t find reason to part with it. It still ran and got you where you needed to be. You loved your fugly little car. The car ride was surprisingly short, traffic light. Pulling into the office parking lot, you sent a quick text to Stacy. 

You: please tell me you’re here already 😭

Stacypoo <33: I am. 4th floor, take a right. I’ll wait in the hall for you. 

You sent a thumbs up and made your way to the front doors. The elevator ride was quick, luckily you were the only one in there, saving you from making any awkward small talk with some random person. You were too tired to keep up your friendly demeanor. Stacy was standing outside of an office door when you first saw her. Giving quick hellos, she motioned you into the room. 

“How long do you think they’ll have us sitting here this time?” You ask jokingly. You’ve made yourself as comfortable as possible in the cheap plastic chair with a thin cushion on the seat. With your elbows propped up on the table, your head sat heavy with both hands holding up your cheeks. 

She lets out a snort before responding. “Who knows. I swear these people make us wait on purpose as some kind of power move.” 

Stacy had left London a day before you had. The moment your last interview was over, she was jumping on the first flight back home. She looked well rested and put together. You envied her ability to bounce back into routine so quickly. The two of you filled the small room with back and forth conversation about the day in London she had missed. Three people from your management/ label came tumbling in fifteen minutes later. As you suspected, you were doing a whole lot of nothing. 

“The team we hired are allowed to go into the club at noon to start decorating and the party will start at 10pm.” One of the people spoke, you think his name is Mark, but you aren’t completely sure. 

“Will y/n need to be there at a certain time or is 10 fine?” Stacy asks. 

“She can show up at ten but she won’t be in the main room until 10:30 so she can give a speech and introduce the album.” Stacy gives a nod and types that into her laptop. You didn’t like the idea of giving a speech. 

“Okay, let's go over the guest list one more time and then we can wrap this up.” Mark, you think, says. You’re paying closer attention now, they hand you a list and you skim it. There's a lot of names of people who you consider more of an acquaintance than a friend but you can’t really uninvite them. 

“Um, can I actually add two more people to this list?” You ask and Mark nods. Stacy is giving you a questioning look. 

“Can you add Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman? I um.. I met them the other day and they said they were fans. It would be cool to have them there.” You smile and from the corner of your eye, you can see Stacy pursing her lips, trying to hold back a laugh. One of the other people in the room, not Mark, adds their names to the guest list. Stacy and Mark talk for a few more minutes before the meeting is coming to a close. Once Stacy and yourself are enclosed in the elevator, she’s looking over at you with a lopsided grin, shaking her head slowly. 

“What?” You give her a small chuckle, feeling extra giddy. 

“You're unbelievable. Why even extend the invite to Mr. Reynolds when all you want is to see Huge Jackman.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively at the play on Hugh’s name. 

“So not true. They like my music, why not invite them to hear the album before anyone else?” You deny her accusations. 

“Whatever you say y/n.” She drags out the ‘ever’ a little too long to emphasize just how much she doesn’t believe a word you say. The elevator is opening and the walk to the parking lot is silent. Stacy bids you goodbye and says that she would be in touch soon before she’s walking away. 

“Wait! Stacy!” You call out to her and she’s turning back to you.  “I need you to track down Hugh’s number, I want to personally invite him.” You smirk and she’s just shaking her head in a joking manner. 

“Byeee Stacypoooo!” 

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When you got home, Ashley was awake and watching tv on your couch. You sat with her and talked about everything you had learned at the meeting. She was more excited for the event than you were, it was her type of scene. You knew you'd end up having fun once you were there but you were nervous. You might have left out the fact that you had invited Ryan and Hugh as last minute guests- it was something she could find out the day of if they showed up. She left not too long after, leaving you to pick up your home a little bit. You cleaned it pretty thoroughly before leaving the country but you felt a little overwhelmed by the unpacked luggage that sat in the middle of your living room floor. You packed too much clothing for the short trip, a lot of what was in the suitcase never even got worn. You decided to throw it all in the washer anyway. Dirtys clothes touching clean clothes makes them all dirty in your mind. In the middle of moving your laundry into the washing machine, your phone quacked signaling that Stacy had messaged you. She earned her own notification sound after the endless mixed texts and calls over the first few months of her working for you. It was a terrible habit you had, not answering your phone, but you usually paid attention to it when you were expecting contact. You pressed start on the machine and sauntered over to the kitchen counter your phone sat on. 

Stacypoo <33: the deed is done…have fun loser 

There was a second text that contained a number to which you assumed was Hugh’s. You smiled brightly as you texted Stacy a quick ‘thank you, love you’ text with a million heart emojis. You wasted no time, immediately creating contact for the man you were so eager to see again. 

You: hey hugh, it’s y/n! my label is throwing a listening party for my album that’s coming out soon and I thought it would be really cool if you were there. no pressure to come if you don’t want to but it’s on september 14th at Disco Lights at 10pm. 😊💕

You hit send, put your phone back on the counter, and ran across your house, needing to be as far away from the device as possible. Keeping yourself busy was probably your best option right now, so that’s what you did. You continued where you left off by putting your suitcases back into the storage closet in your hallway. Living alone made you realize how neat of a person you were. Back home it felt like you were constantly cleaning but you didn’t have to do as much in your own home. It was a simple three bedroom with one and a half bathrooms. Two of the three rooms weren’t used that frequently- one being a guest bed and the other being an at home studio/ office. The most you had to do was an occasional dust and sweep. You ran out of things to do too quickly. It had maybe been an hour since you sent the text and you were too nervous to even take a peek at your phone yet. You walked over to the counter comically slow and stared down at the phone screen, too afraid to look at the notifications. There were only three outcomes to this situation- one he doesn’t respond, two he can’t come, or three he agrees to come. You were hoping it was the latter option. The worst outcome was him ignoring you, you hated being ignored. It would also overall be the awkwardest outcome because his team will more than likely extend the invite to him as well. Maybe it would have been easier that way but you really wanted an excuse to get his number and talk to him. 

It felt like eternity had passed before you finally grabbed your phone, but in reality it was probably only a minute, you’ve never had the best self restraint. You unlocked it, opening the home screen, not even bothering to look at the pile of notifications, instead opting to go straight into the message app. 

Hugh Jackman 🥰: Hey y/n. I’d be delighted to come. 😁

You let out a loud screech after reading the message. If you were laying down, you’d be kicking your feet in the air and twirling your hair. You knew he was old but the way he texted did something to you. It was weird but the simplicity in his words was such a turn on. Everything about him turned you on, he was sex on legs, and he was coming to your party. You checked the time he sent the message to see that he responded only ten minutes after you had sent yours. You felt bad for leaving him hanging for so long. 

You: YAY!! I’ll see you there 😘

The added kiss was bold and flirty, you’d hope he would see it as such. You wanted to continue texting him but didn’t want to bother him, so you left it up for him to decide to text you back or not. Just as you were about to swipe out of the app, three little dots popped up at the bottom of the screen. 

Hugh Jackman 🥰: What should I wear? I haven’t been to a club in awhile. 

You: wear whatever you want. I'm sure you’d look good in anything ;)

Hugh Jackman 🥰: Thank you sweetheart. I genuinely do need help though. I’m too old to pick out club clothes. 😂

You: hmmm.. if it would help I could send you a picture of my outfit? maybe it will inspire you 

Hugh Jackman 🥰: Yeah we can try that. 

Ashley begged you to go shopping with her the moment you told her about the event and you both have had outfits picked out for a few weeks. When you got home that day, you put on the outfit, snapping a quick mirror picture to send to your hair and makeup artist so she could start brainstorming. You opted to send the same picture to Hugh. 

Hugh Jackman 🥰: Oh! That’s nice. 

You laughed at that. The picture of you wasn’t the best quality but you still looked hot. You were wearing a silver mini skirt that was lined with large sequins, ones that reminded you of a purse you had when you were younger. The top was a silver latex halter top that made your cleavage look devine. To top the look off, you wore a pair of shiny silver heels that could almost be classified as stilettos, but you wanted to be able to move around comfortably. You could have easily pulled the outfit out of your closet and snapped a picture of it but you wanted to tease him.

You: thank you! did that help at all? 😊

Hugh Jackman 🥰: Yeah, it did... Thank you sweetheart. 

You: no problem! 

He didn’t respond right away this time and being the menace you are, you were hoping it was because you made him flustered. 

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The two and half weeks leading up to the listening party seemed to drag on now that you were more excited for it. Now that Hugh was coming, you were also extra nervous. While you got your hair and makeup done, all you could think about was how everyone was about to hear about your sex fantasies for almost an hour straight. You were counting on the beat of the music and the fact that this was everyone's first listening to distract them from processing the lyrics right away. You hadn’t heard much from Hugh and you were scared that you might have offended him with the picture you had sent. You decided to send a text two days ago asking if he was still planning on coming, to which he replied positively. 

Butterflies danced around your tummy as you posed for a few pictures before you went out to join the party. You could hear it in full swing, a playlist that you had curated playing in the background. Breathing in and out slowly, someone handed you a microphone and you were being ushered to a small stage that sat in the back of the club. The music got turned down and the lights centered towards you, a wave of quiet flooded the room. 

“Hi everyone! I’m beyond thankful for everyone here tonight. This album has been so much fun to make and I feel like it really represents me as an artist. It pays tribute to the amazing women of the late 90s and early 2000s who changed the pop game and who inspired me to make music. I really hope y’all like it! Without further ado, here is ‘Secret Sounds’!” The gathering of your friends, family, and acquaintances cheer as the first song starts to play. You rush over to the side to hand the mic back to the crew member and you begin to make your rounds. You stop here and there, speaking to people you hardly know, thanking them for being here. The club was packed, making it hard to move around without stopping to talk every step you took. There were only a few people you really wanted to see right now. A smile is glued to your face, soaking in all the love in the room, with it only being partially forced. You can see Ashley across the crowd and you start making your way towards her. You don’t make it far before there's a hand on your shoulder stopping you. 

“Hey baby.” A familiar voice comes from behind you causing your smile to drop as you turn around. 

“Pedro…what are you doing here?” You ask with a mix of shock and irritation in your voice. 

“You invited me, remember?” He’s smiling as if he hadn’t broken up with you in the cruelest way almost two months ago. 

“I thought you’d be smart enough to take the breakup and me ignoring you as being uninvited.” You roll your eyes. 

“Don’t be like that baby.” He’s smiling down at you with those stupid puppy dog eyes. He reaches down to grab your waist but you step back before he can. 

“Don’t touch me!” You say louder than anticipated but no one’s paying attention to you over the loud music. “You broke up with me, remember?” You’re thoroughly pissed off. 

“I know, baby and  I regret it everyday. I want you back y/n. I need you back…” He’s reaching for you again, you step back again. 

“I said don’t touch me..” You don’t yell this time. You need to get away from him. This was supposed to be your night and he’s ruining it. You go to turn around but you’re stopped by a very hard object.

“Is everything okay over here?” A gruff voice asks and you feel two hands grab either side of your arms. “Are you okay?” You look up to see Hugh looking down at you, concern in his eyes. 

“Hugh..” Your voice is weak and breathless. 

“Oh don’t tell me you already moved on?” Pedro lets out, anger lining his words. “What is he, your boyfriend? I wasn’t old enough for you y/n? You had to run and fuck my friend?” His voice grows louder and louder but miraculously no one seems to notice the commotion. 

“He’s not my boyfriend…” You mumble, too embarrassed by the situation. 

“What’s it to you? Huh? Why don’t you mind your business and leave.” Hugh’s voice matches Pedro’s energy effortlessly. He lets go of your arms and instead points an angry finger at Pedro. 

“You know what, I don't need this and I don’t need you.” Pedro says looking into your eyes with a malicious stare. “Good luck with her, she’s nothing but a good fuck and trouble.” He’s walking away before either of you could answer. You felt Hugh go to move towards the directions Pedro went but you stop him by putting your hand on his chest. 

“Don’t…” You whisper and you weren’t sure if he could hear you over the music. Tears were starting to pool at the bottom of your eyes, threatening to escape. 

“Are you okay y/n?” Hugh asks and that’s all it takes before you let out a soft sob. He puts his hand under your chin and is lifting your head. “Let's get you out of here, is that okay?” All you can do is nod. You grab his hand and walk towards the hallway that leads to the room you got ready in. You open the door and make your way to the couch that sits along the wall. Hugh follows behind, closing the door and takes a seat close to you but not too close. He doesn’t say anything, what could he say?

“I’m sorry.” You let out, tears still falling. You pull your knees up, trying to hide the tears from Hugh, even if he already knew they were there. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart.” He cautiously places a hand on your back and rubs it in soft circles, soothing you. You untuck your head for a moment. 

“You shouldn’t have had to deal with that.” You frown at him. 

“What he did is not your fault. Okay?” You can’t find the energy to answer him right away, not sure if you truly believe his words, but you nod anyway. 

“I shouldn’t have asked you to come.” Sadness fills your voice.

“What? Why not?” He asks confusingly. 

“Everyone is going to think what Pedro thought, that you’re my boyfriend. We shouldn’t be seen together. It won’t be good for you.” 

“Hey, don’t think like that sweetheart. Whatever we are is our business, nobody else's. I want to be seen with you, I'm here to support you. I don’t care what people have to say. I’m not him.” His hand stopped moving around your back, eyes filled with an emotion you can’t quite place. 

I’m not him

You don’t respond but you do feel better about the whole situation. You can hear the fourth song of your album playing and you get hit with another rush of sadness. 

“I should probably go back out there, people will start to wonder where I am.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. 

“Let's get you cleaned up. Stay right here.” Hugh stands up and grabs a tissue, wetting it slightly by pouring a few drops of water from a water bottle onto it. He walks over and bends down, sitting on his knees right in front of you. Even at this angle, his head is still resting above yours. Hugh grabs your chin lightly and begins to dab the tissue, wiping your tears away. You can feel the heat from the air leaving his nose hitting your face. It’s comforting in a way.

“There we go, good as new.” He says with a big smile. Your faces are inches away from each other and you wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull him in. 

“Thank you Hugh. For everything.” You return his smile, eyes locked onto his. You took a moment to appreciate his appearance. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a gray, almost silver button up, as if he tried to match with you. 

“Don’t mention it sweetheart” He stands up and offers his hand to you. “Now let’s get the star of the show back out there, yea?” 

You grab his hand and smile. “Do I look okay?” You ask, afraid that your disheveled state might have ruined your hair or outfit somehow. You pull him towards a mirror to check your full appearance, a firm grip still on his hand. It engulfed yours beautifully. 

“You look gorgeous.” You can tell he means it by the look in his eyes and the small smile that sits on his face. You see a flicker of something in his eyes, you don't fully catch it, but before you can think it over, he’s leaning down to leave a soft kiss on the crown of your head. 

“Let’s go.” He says pulling you out of the room and back into the sea of people, never letting go of your hand.

Thank you for reading!!

part four

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The Body Wearing Convention - Las Vegas

The BWA (Body Wearing Alliance) was formed 20 years ago when the internet was just starting to get popular. Those born with the rare ability of reducing people into wearable skins didn't knew there was more like them out there, but with the help of the internet they started to find others with the same ability, and soon it was created the BWC (Body Wearing Convention)

The Body Wearing Convention is a clandestine event that happens a few times every year, hidden from the prying eyes of the public, It is a secret event where they can gather, share stories, and find solace in the knowledge that they aren't alone in their power.

The BWC happens in a different country every time, for safety reasons, and the main two rules to participate in the convention is: To be a Skinwalker (That's how they call themselves) and to wear the body of a local from that place, that means you can't bring with yourself skins from home.

Currently the secret Alliance is made up of 130 men around the world. But among these 130 members, there are 10 men who are very close friends with each other, they all share one thing in common: They are all gay.

Surprisingly they are the only gay guys of the entire Alliance, while all the others sought power and money, these 10 friends only care about getting hard in a new sexy body, It was like a sport for them. That's why they created an online group chat, where they can talk and share pictures of their current bodies with each other.

The location of the BWC this time is: USA - Las Vegas.

The 10 friends all arrived individually at the city in an early Friday, the convention would occur during the weekend, so they had to find a new skin quickly, and so they went straight on a hunt for a random local body.

Think of the BWC as the Met Gala, but for people who can turn you into a wearable hollow fleshsuit in a blink. There was this unspoken competition among them, to see who was wearing the hottest or richest skin, and this group of friends clearly didn't care about the last one...

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Carl is a 46 years old married gay man, he is part of the BWA for 17 years, and there is nothing Carl love more than wearing the bodies of fit straight guys. His husband knows he's a skinwalker and is totally fine with it. But because his husband is not a skinwalker, he is not allowed to go to the conventions, so Carl always travels alone.

(Friday, March 1st. 8:19 AM) Carl Sent A Photo

Carl: I just turned this hot Latino stud in the hotel parking lot. He was walking towards his car while talking on the phone with his girlfriend. That's when I slowly walked behind him and turned him. What do you guys think? Do I wear him well?

Harold: You're looking so hot. You always pick the most hottest guys.

Elijah: Wow, you already found a body? That was fast.

Joel: He's not that impressive, I would give him a 6/10 lol

Elijah: Stop being a jerk Joel. This guy is clearly a 9/10

Carl: Don't mind him Elijah, he's just jealous of my pick.

Joel: He's not really my type, today I'm looking for a sexy tough looking guy to wear.

Peter: Hot choice of skin Carl! Show us his dick please!

Carl: You will have to wait until the Convention to see it. But i'm telling you, he's really big and thick, I know you're gonna love sucking it.

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David is 34 years old and he is part of the BWA for 13 years.

He first found out about his ability when his homophobic stepbrother was trying to beat him up, David closed his eyes and tried to protect his head, but when he opened his eyes, he saw his hot stepbrother lying on the floor completely deflated. David had the most fun years living the life of his douchebag of a stepbrother, until one day, his stepbrother just "disappeared"

(Friday, March 1st. 9:46 AM) David Sent A Photo:

David: I made two new bodysuits. I saw the handsome blond one at the hotel's pool, he was trying to seduce some girls by showing off his hot body, he just didn't knew he was actually seducing a skinwalker. To get him, I first had to convert this cute room service attendant, after I put him on, I got access to his room and walked inside. I think I'm going to use the attendant tonight for some fun.

Elijah: Oh, the good old room service method. It works every time.

David: It was you who taught me this method back in 2011 when I was still a new member of the BWA.

Damian: It brings back good memories from that one time where we all stayed at the same hotel in the 2011 Convention. Good times.

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Peter Is a 40 years old gay bottom who love to turn big hunky men into Bodysuits and act like a slut in their bodies. He is part of the Body Wearing Alliance for 9 years.

(Friday, March 1st. 11:28 AM) Peter Sent A Photo:

Peter: Do I look cute? This is Ramón, I turned him at an alley while he was jogging, he's a bodybuilder. I'm gonna make such a good use of his muscles. I'm sure you guys are going to love the muscles in his ass the most.

Joel: I love how you always pick the most biggest guys.

Daniel: I feel bad for this poor bastard, of all the Skinwalkers, he was picked by the most perverted one.

Peter: lol

Carl: He's huge. I'm going to enjoy burying my new thick latino dick in your bodybuilder's ass.

Harold: I really like his pecs. I want to suck on them when we meet tomorrow.

Peter: It's always the pecs for you isn't, Harold? lol

Harold: You're not lying. Actually I just saw this hot guy at the mall and he seems to have very big pecs. I'm going to follow him.

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Harold is a 28 years old scrawny gay man, he has no muscle definition, but he love pecs and it was what he first looked for in a body: Their huge pecs. If the guy didn't had two big meaty pecs, he wound't want them.

He went to the local LA mall to hunt for a body, he knew that the mall was always the perfect place for hunting skins. And he was proven just right when he saw this big and tall hunk walk inside a clothing store. Harold smirked as he entered the store and followed the man.

(Friday, March 1st. 1:05 PM) Harold Sent A Photo:

Harold: Who want some milk boys? Daddy got all the milkers now.

Peter: Oh my god, look at the size of these tits. I will let you suck on Ramón's tits if you let me suck yours.

Harold: This sounds like a good deal.

Carl: Very nice choice of skin! Good job, Harold.

Peter: Can you send a video of you playing with those hairy tits and pinching his nipples? Please?

(1:15 PM, Harold Sent A 20 Seconds Video To The Group Chat)

In the vídeo he was in the middle of the store, squeezing his new pair of meaty hairy pecs, he lifted one of them and let go, watching them bounce, then he pinched his left nipple and let out a deep loud moan. Without feeling any shame for being in a public space. It wasn't technically him who was being humiliated in public, so he didn't cared.

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Damian and Rashad are a black gay couple (47, 49) they have been together for 11 years and they both had met each other during a Body Wearing Convention back in 2013. It was very known to everyone that they only turned white men into Bodysuits, it was their favorite type of skins. So there was no diversity in their Bodysuit closet, only white men.

(Friday, March 1st. 3:07 PM) Damian Sent A Photo:

Damian: You guys know how Rashad and I love to hunt white boys, so what better place to find some white skins than at the LA beach? We saw this group of young frat boys surfing and we converted these two 19 years olds, they were just the most handsome ones in their group. Turns out they are twin brothers.

David: This is such a hot pair, and the fact they are brothers makes it even more hot!

Carl: I want to fuck the long haired one with my thick latino dick while I pull his hair.

Damian: I like this Idea. His long hair would be great to use as a handle for a hard fuck. I might even try It later tonight.

David: Send us a video if you do.

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Joel is the youngest one of the group, at only 19 he already has a count of 86 Bodysuits, and he's part of the Body Wearing Alliance for only 1 year. That's why, the BWA leader tasked Elijah, a veteran in the art of wearing bodies, to watch for Joel and not let the young man expose their secret society.

(Friday, March 1st. 5:14 PM) Joel Sent A Photo:

Joel: My new bodysuit is still deflating. I can't wait to finally wear him and show him to you guys. He's so hot.

Carl: You gave my bodysuit a 7/10, so he better be a 10/10.

Isaac: Wow he's packing.

Harold: When he deflate, please send us a pic of you in him. I want to see if his front looks as good as his back side.

(Friday, March 1st. 5:40 PM) Joel Sent A Photo:

Joel: I'm inside him now. I saw this sexy daddy at the hotel's bar. I waited for him to go to his room and then I followed him, as soon as he opened the door I converted him, right there at the door's entrance, I mean, of course he took a bit longer to deflate, so I had to drag him inside. I actually wanted to wear a scary looking soldier that I saw at the bar, but Elijah didn't let me. Still, I'm very glad with my pick.

Harold: Holly fuck!!!

Peter: He's a very sexy bodysuit. Wish I was there to give him a very special room service.

Carl: Where is Elijah by the way? Should he not be with you?

Joel: Elijah Is outside, I don't know where he went, but he said he was going to be back soon.

Carl: Did he picked a bodysuit already?

Joel: Yes he did, a young and hot fuckboy. Let me send a pic of him.

Joel Sent A Photo:

Joel: This is the body Elijah picked to wear at the convention tomorrow. I think he got this one at the hotel's bathroom maybe? I'm not sure. I hope he don't mind that I'm wearing his brand new skin.

Elijah: Boy, you're in big trouble!

Joel: Shit, I'm sorry, I thought you wouldn't mind. I'm gonna take him off.

Elijah: Don't you dare taking him off, I'm not going to wear him anymore, I found a better body to wear tomorrow. wait for me, I'm getting up there right now.

(Friday, March 1st. 6:22 PM) Elijah Sent A Photo:

Elijah: You don't want to disobey me in my new body, boy, so you better be on your knees when I get inside, I'm horny and this guy have big balls full of cum.

Joel: Yes sir!

Peter: Oh yes sir indeed!

Carl: lol you're fucked Joel.

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Isaac is a 24 years old gay man, and like everyone else in this group, he was addicted to wearing hunky men. He is more reserved and shy, and don't talk much in the group chat. However, he enjoys jerking off while viewing the photos his friends would send to the group chat.

He might be the most shy and reserved in the group, but once he's wearing a handsome hunk, he becomes a whole new different person, a more dominant and cocky one.

(Friday, March 1st. 8:37 PM) Isaac Sent A Photo:

Isaac: Seeing you guys wearing such hot bodies is getting me so freaking hard. I can't wait for tomorrow. I got this one at the gym's lockerroom. Who wants to take care of my boner?

Peter: I do! I want to get on my knees in Ramón's body and let you use his slutty mouth.

Harold: You're looking so damn hot, Isaac, good pick.

Carl: Was you working out? Your skin looks very sweaty.

Isaac: I was. I wanted to test out my new muscles.

Carl: Great. Can't wait for the convention tomorrow, where we can finally see each other's bodies in person and have the orgy of the year.

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Rita Moreno (Singin' in the Rain, West Side Story)—She’s an EGOT, an absolute legend for how she navigated her career as a woman of color in the fifties and sixties. Her performance as Anita in West Side Story is why I go back to that movie so many times. She is an icon and she is the moment.

Angela Lansbury (The Harvey Girls, The Court Jester, The Manchurian Candidate)—The babe, the myth, the legend. In her own words her early hollywood roles were "a series of venal bitches" and they were all glorious. Half of them wanted to kill you and you probably would have thanked them. She even goes toe to toe with Judy Garland in The Harvey Girls! That said, she was chronically underused and misused during this era - she was just 36 when she was cast as Elvis Presley's mother in Blue Hawaii and a few years later commented that she'd played so many 'old hags' that most people thought she was in her 60s. She thought she was "all talent, no looks" but she was the full package! Post-1970 I hope we all know what an incredibly talented and compassionate badass she was, but I feel like not enough people know her early roles as a hot (often villainous) young thing.

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Rita Moreno propaganda:

"Amazing showstopping actress in her one big memorable role as Anita in West Side Story. She sings and dances with unmatched joy and energy, and then breaks your heart with her acting. Rita took a role that felt as a stereotype to latina women and made it compelling and multifaceted. Her subsequent career was filled with mostly side roles, but she still managed to excel in whatever Hollywood threw at her."

"It’s Rita!! The EGOT herself! She can act, she can sing, she can dance, a triple threat. Obviously absolutely iconic as Anita in West Side Story (her part of the Tonight Quintet is the sexiest part of the film, fight me). But before that she was the amazing Zelda in Singin’ In the Rain!?! Thanks Zelda, you’re a real pal."

"She continues to be amazing but also she's got legs for days."

"THEE iconic rita moreno, EGOT winner, civil rights activist, theatre legend. watch her documentary "Rita Moreno: Just a Girl Who Decided to Go for It". also her rendition of "fever" on the muppet show"

Angela Lansbury:

"Angela Lansbury might not be where your mind goes first when you think of hot leading women, because she had a later career revival. But she began acting in the early 1940s after leaving London due to the Blitz. In the first couple decades of her film career she has an openness about her. She said she never really fit in with the Hollywood crowd and to me she gives off a friendly, untarnished vibe."

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"Most of us know Angela Lansbury as old lady sleuth Jessica Fletcher, but it's important to know that she was smoking hot in her younger days as well as a damned fine actress. Although she didn't get lead roles until her early 40s, at 17 she was a supporting actress in films such as Gaslight (1944), National Velvet (1944), and The Picture of Dorian Grey, for which she won the Golden Globe for best supporting actress and was nominated for the Oscar. Even in her memorable performance as the manipulative mother in The Manchurian Candidate, she is listed as a supporting actress as she does not play the love interest. She was successful both on stage and screen, and won the Tony for her lead role in the musical Mame on Broadway in 1966. TL;DR While Angela Lansbury mostly played supporting roles in films before 1970, she had what it takes to be a leading actress, which we know from her success on stage and tv from the mid 60s onward"

"She looked like a princess but bit like a viper"

"Is there anything this woman couldn't do? Act in comedy and drama, sing, dance, be a wonderful human being - quite simply a true and wonderful lady."

"she is the fairytale princess of my dreams in court jester"

"god she had such an incredible career all throughout her life really but as a young lady she was just as incredible as she was in her later years. enchanting voice, amazing personality, and absolutely GORGEOUS. she lamented not having the looks to play leads in romance but that idea is so batshit because look at her??? she's one of the most terrific women of all time. also she's my grandmother's favorite actress and i truly get it"

[straycalamities]

so for some Reasons, the same reasons zombinoslayer is on indefinite hiatus, i have a question on like. Say there is a Truffula Flu-oriented plot, story. Y'know a narrative. Coming up, but the way it's being made is basically prose-based, how would you prefer to see that formatted onto a tumblr askblog/archive thing?

it does deal with two characters and two characters only (so far?)

rp-style is out of the question because of editing reblogs being killed

but...i have a few thoughts, but i'm not sure which one people would like to read and digest the most

for more clarity on what i mean with terms/styles: click under the readmore

when i say "prose-style" i mean it's written like a novel. it's 3rd-person limited and past tense.

The sun was baring down hard on Mikey's back as he trudged down the sidewalk. He drug his feet, pose hunched. Why did he have to run out of eggs on the hottest day of the year?

when i say "script-style" i mean that it's written how you would read the script for a show or a play. this is how i treated zombinoslayer's big scenes. it'd have progressive images for each action/dialogue, wherever i deemed an image needed/important

Mikey: [The sun is bright and harsh. He is walking down the sidewalk. He looks exhausted.] Why did I have to run out of eggs on the hottest day of the year?!

and when i say comic, well, that's obvious. i'd do my best to translate everything as well as i can into something that is heavily image and dialogue based that has comic frames and such.

pros and cons of all these being:

prose pros (lol): it keeps all of the character's inner feelings, struggles, and thoughts and even some motives out and easier to see, which with these scenes and with how these characters are, might be important or even very enlightening for people i also don't have to draw as much because i would only be illustrating significant parts and to make the posts look more appealing/interesting. thus updates would happen more frequently. easier to plug into a translator if english isn't your first language the images would be illustrations i'd actually put effort into since there would be so few of them

prose cons: it'll be a lot more reading overall less left to interpretation, i guess? less pretty pictures? it takes a lot more cerebral energy in some cases to take in prose and turn it around in your mind i just get that for some people, they don't like walls of text. like i, for one, have gotten very bad at reading so i get it

script pros: more pictures to look at then prose-style scenes move by more quickly and smoothly, everything focuses more on actions and interactions so maybe things are easier to digest than prose-style still translator-friendly updates still more frequent than comic-style, but less frequent than prose-style most likely full-color images. may or may not have a bg in every image (just think zombino-slayer style? but i might not render every time either like i did there because that was..phew..that took a lot out of me)

script cons: more images to draw for me the format might be wonky to some none of those inner thoughts/monologues, a lot of depth and inner feelings/struggles/references made in the characters heads are left out. it all focuses on the external with hints to the internal left to expression, body language, and dialogue and the reader's own bias/experience

comic pros: ALL THE PICTURES YOU COULD WANT! everything's images! if you're most comfy with reading comics or manga already, you'd dig this (obviously) the least reading and it's all together in one image (well multiple) very easy to soar through and take everything in since the focus is on images and dialogue Only (maybe narrative notes or thought boxes when really important) easiest to share i'd think? and easiest to get a feel for what's going on in a scene without having to study and/or think too hard about it

comic cons: oh my god all that drawing...updates would be slow as molasses tbqh.. unless i decided to do manga-style aka B&W or limited grayscale/monochrome. even then though again, everything internal would be left to the hints you'd get from the external i could give with imagery, panel-shape, dialogue, and such not translator-friendly (i know there's the google image translator, but i'd be handwriting the text (i just like how it looks best) and it's not always friendly to handwriting)

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as far as specifics for each style, we'd work that out once one is picked

other notes: i do think i'm a pretty strong prose-writer, but i also think i'm a pretty strong comicsmith. so i don't think it's really up to what i'd, personally, be able to pull off best with the skills i own :3 (and i mean script-style is the most simple of the three. and i've already done it. it'd be almost identical to zombinoslayer. and it'd be most similar to Camp Entre's rp-style i think? even though Camp Entre was much more dialogue-based than anything else

i know i haven't uploaded too much of either, especially my writing, but trust...i'm pretty good at it. at least that's what people tell me.

[msbigredmachine]

On Sight - Part 3 (Jey Uso/OC)

The fact that we hate each other don’t mean we can’t fuck. Just don’t fall in love with me. Part 3 of my 4-part Jey Uso/OC series.

Warnings: The usual smut, toxic behavior, angst

Word count: 6.5k

A/N: I had to split it, so now it’s four parts. I wasn’t comfortable that it was so damn long lol.

ON SIGHT MASTERLIST

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PART 3 - BOTH?

A tired sigh left your lips as you disabled the comments on your Instagram page. Another day, another disrespectful internet troll trying to fuck up your mood. 

The past couple of weeks were some of the worst you’d encountered in recent memory. Barely eighteen months since you joined WWE and you had already fallen prey to the vulturous dirt sheets and backstage drama. Your co-workers were now under the false assumption that you were in a love triangle with Jey Uso and Cody Rhodes. After the airport pictures were leaked, you and Jey trended on Twitter for twenty-four hours, as fans had a lot to say about what they believed was a new wrestling romance. You refused interviews, shut off your comments and mentions on all your platforms, and under ‘advisement’ from Hunter and management, you stayed off TV for a couple of weeks until the whole thing blew over. But now that you were home alone and not traveling, your mind was forced to return to what happened that day.

Return to the one person you had no business thinking about.

You did not miss Jey Uso. He did not deserve a second of your attention. Which is why you ignored all his phone calls and text messages, only stopping short of blocking his number. He did not deserve an ounce of your emotions. Even though you cried over him more times than you cared to admit. Even though you couldn’t get all those nights…and mornings…and afternoons…of passion, out of your head. He did not deserve any of your headspace. And yet, all you could think about was those chocolate brown eyes of his that pierced your soul…Eyes that now haunted your dreams…Eyes that were filled with rage just weeks ago. In all the times you got on each other's nerves, you had never seen him like that, and you weren’t sure you wanted any part of it.

The irony was, you had no intention of fraternizing with the talent when you joined the WWE. Workplace dalliances often went up in smoke. But there was something about Jey fucking Uso that you just could not seem to resist. Your mind kept saying no, even resorted to name-calling and bickering to repel him. But once your body gave in, there was no going back. Then, your heart followed. Thinking all would be well, you carried on like a naïve little girl, only to end up getting embarrassed. And it hurt like hell.

Your phone vibrated, and your partner in crime, Kayla Braxton’s happy face flashed at you, reminding you about attending Beyoncé’s show later tonight. How could you forget about the hottest tour in town? You all bought VIP access tickets months ago and there was no way you were going to miss it. Your hair appointment was in an hour and a custom-made outfit would soon be at your doorstep. You planned on looking your very best tonight; after all, you never know who would meet at a place like that…

Long story short, you were moving on. You were becoming the main character again, living your best life and damning all negativity to hell. Because you were that bitch. Simple as.

Fuck Jey Uso.

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If Jey thought you didn’t have that many fans before, he found out the hard way that it was the exact opposite.

Your fanboys were coming for his head. The nicer comments were “It should’ve been me!” and the more caustic ones were not very PG. Only God knows how they would have reacted if they found out how the breakup went down; he’d be fucked six ways to Sunday.

The Tag team champion groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and regretting it instantly - because every time he did, your face was all he saw anymore. His brain seemed to enjoy tormenting him with memories of the mess he made that day. He could still smell the roses he’d bought for you. He could see you in that room, Cody’s lips pressed against yours...

...The tears in your eyes as he screamed at you…the pain in your voice as you screamed back…

He knew he fucked up. He said some terrible things he wished he could take back. But now he couldn’t go through a day without being asked about you and when he started dating you. Hilarious, as you weren’t even speaking to him. He glanced at his phone again to see if you’d finally replied to at least one of his numerous calls and texts. Of course not. You ignored every single one of them. You avoided him and refused to be anywhere near him. As much as he deserved your wrath, it was starting to get to him.

Scrolling through his Instagram, he noticed Liv Morgan’s recent IG story placed her at Beyoncé’s concert. Most of the Smackdown female roster were with her, yourself included. He knew you loved Beyoncé, so undoubtedly you were having a great time. Your hair was beautiful, and you looked hot as hell in that jumpsuit…

Fuck.

He thought this shit only happened in movies; the whole enemies-to-lovers schtick, catching feelings only for something stupid to happen and ruin the connection you were building. Well, it was happening in real life and happening to him, and honestly? It sucked.

His matches also suffered a drop in quality. By all standards they were still okay; he was still executing all his moves right and his mannerisms were adequate. But it wasn’t the same. Because he was missing you. Without you around anymore, he was useless. He'd become so used to being with you that your absence opened up a void that he felt could not be filled. 

His boys were starting to notice and were losing patience with him. 

“Dude, get your shit together,” Roman admonished him one evening in their locker room as they prepared for their tag match for the Smackdown main event.

“Chill. I’m just in a funk, that’s all,” he explained lamely, acutely aware that his older cousin would see right through his excuse.

“Not our fault that you fumbled Y/N. Don’t mean you should take it out on your performances and make the rest of us look bad.”

“Stop being an asshole, Roman,” Jimmy said as he taped his fingers, then turned his attention to Jey. “I’m still shook over the fact that you were sleeping with her all this time and I had no idea,” he said to Jey. “And why you tell Big Uce before me? Huh bro?”

“He never told me. I found ‘em fucking in our locker room,” Roman clarified.

Jimmy gaped at his brother with wide eyes. “Yooooo, what?! When was this? Damn, you nasty as hell, twin!”

“Fuck off, you and Trin done fucked in worse places,” Jey countered. “It was a long time ago, bruh. Now she won’t even look at me.”

“What d’you expect?” Roman continued. “What did you think would happen after what you did? And on top of those photos getting out? Yeah, you didn’t stand a chance. Own that shit, dude. You fucked up.”

Jey exhaled heavily. “Thanks man, way to make me feel like shit.”

“He is right, uce. That’s a bad bitch you let slip away,” said Jimmy.

Jey gaped at his brother and cousin, lifting his arms in exasperation. “Yo, ain’t you supposed to be on my side?”

“Yeah, but I like her a lot.” Jimmy elaborated. “She’s cool and sassy as hell. Now that I think about it, she was good for you. She kept you on your toes, and you were much happier, Uce. I saw it, and now that I know she was the reason, you need to figure out how to get her back, asap.”

Right. That was not happening anytime soon, not if you had anything to say about it.

The Bloodline’s match was against the team of Cody Rhodes and the Street Profits. Jey did his best to remain professional, but one look at the American Nightmare had his blood boiling. Once they locked up in the ring, his punches got stiffer, his move set became more aggressive. At one point, Jey wrapped his forearm around Cody’s windpipe a little too tightly in an illegal rear naked choke. In retaliation, Cody elbowed him square in the face, causing blood to spurt from his nose. It was all downhill from there, and they barely made it to the end of the match in one piece.

Backstage, a big melee erupted as Jimmy and Solo had to forcibly restrain their brother from attacking the American Nightmare. “You motherfucker! You broke my fuckin’ nose!” he yelled.

“And you beat the shit outta me and almost choked me out, so we’re even, motherfucker!” Cody shot back over Roman’s shoulder. “You got your receipt now. Are you happy? Huh? Are you satisfied?”

“No. Next time keep your hands off my girl!” Jey snarled.

Cody snorted. “Your girl, huh? You say she’s your girl, yet you had no problem disrespecting her and embarrassing her in public.”

“Aye, shut your fucking mouth!” Jey barked, incensed. In his peripheral vision, he could see you standing among the gathering crowd a few feet away, flanked by Kayla and Samantha. The other two women were looking at him like they wanted to beat his ass. In contrast, your expression was blank. Unreadable. He wished he knew what you were thinking.

“Did I lie? We all saw you, insulting her, calling her names over something that wasn’t even her fault!” Cody went on, “So since you wanna air this shit out again, fine. It was me. I put her in a position she didn’t wanna be in, and I regret it and I’ve apologized. But you’re a dumbass for treating her like that.”

The Tag team champ visibly bristled. It was one thing to hear from his family that he fucked up. It was a whole ‘nother thing to hear it from his opp. Both were rather humbling experiences, not that he would admit that shit to anyone. 

Cody picked up his ring jacket and threw it over his shoulder, his ire still trained on Jey. “Now that we got all the aggression out of the way, I strongly suggest that you get on your hands and knees and beg for her forgiveness. That’s a beautiful, smart, gem of a woman you’re taking for granted, and she obviously cares about you, which is a whole lot less than your bitch ass deserves.” With that, he walked away, having made his point loud and clear.

Jey twisted out of his brothers’ grasp, his teeth bared in an agitated sneer. When he glanced in your direction again, you were gone. 

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You fixed what you hoped was an attentive look on your face while pretending to listen to Bobby Lashley talk. He was a nice guy, but he just wasn't…interesting. You’d been talking to him for most of the night and you were bored, despite the fun, albeit pounding, music booming through the club. The sooner you got out of here, the better, because the mannerisms and suggestive twinkle in his eyes told you he was expecting sex later tonight. Such a pity…he looked like he was good in bed, but it was painfully obvious that you didn't have much in common. Maybe you should start dating non-wrestlers again.

A chill swept through your spine out of nowhere. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as you sensed a new presence among the cluster of people already in the VIP section. Something pushed you to direct your gaze towards the entrance, and you did.

Jey.

Despite yourself, desire flushed through you as you watched him make his way into the room. As though feeling the heat of your stare, he looked in your direction and your eyes locked. Even from a distance, the sparks flew between you, sharp and explosive over the dimmed lights of the large room. You saw his gaze flicker between you and Bobby, a maelstrom of emotions swimming in his narrowed eyes.

Diamond came up behind him, looping her arm around his.

You felt your heart drop, and the pang of jealousy grew inside you like a weed. Of course. Why were you not surprised? 

Bobby calling your name finally broke the hypnosis. Tearing your gaze away, you cleared your throat and reached for your drink.

"We can leave if that’ll make you more comfortable,” Bobby offered, his tone sympathetic.

Adamantly, you shook your head. “Why? We’re staying right here.” 

“So, he your ex now or somethin’?” Bobby inquired, his eyes on you as he sipped his cocktail.

“He’s nothing to me,” you answered, a bit too harshly. “Let’s talk about something else, please.” You plastered a smile on your face, exponentially more interested in Bobby Lashley than you’d ever been.

The drinks kept flowing, to your delight. When a waiter placed four tequila shots on your table, you snatched one up and knocked it back with ease, followed by a second. Looking over to where Jey was seated, you saw him take a swig of Hennessy straight from the bottle. Diamond was on his lap, grinding all up on him. Releasing a deep breath, you cleared your throat, annoyed. The longer you sat there, the angrier you felt, and the more alcohol you consumed. Glancing back at him one more time, you gulped down the rest of your drink and turned to Bobby. 

"Dance with me." You stood up without waiting for his answer. He followed though, and soon you were encased in a moving sea of bodies. Your arms slid around his neck, feeling his hands grab your hips, holding you against him as you moved together with the music. He then turned you around so your back was against his chest, keeping you tight to him. You tilted your head as he nuzzled your exposed neck, his breath hot on your skin. 

“You’re lookin’ real sexy tonight, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear, his big hand draped dangerously over the top of your thigh.

You weren’t listening. You had caught Jey’s eyes again, and he looked like he wanted to murder somebody. Good. Fueled by alcohol and revenge, you ground your ass against Bobby’s groin, feeling his arousal, imagining it belonged to someone else. Your gaze remained on your ex, and your nipples tightened from the way he stared at you, knowing he was fully aware of his effect on you.

Done with the games, you stepped away abruptly from Bobby, swaying slightly on your heeled feet. "I don’t feel so good. I think I’m gonna head home," you informed him.

“You’ve had a lot to drink. Let me take you home,” Bobby said. His voice remained calm, but his teeth gritted with obvious sexual frustration. You saw right through it and hastened your exit.

“No need, I’ll just call an Uber. Don’t let me ruin your evening.” You turned and left without letting him answer. You felt bad that you did him like that, but you just had to get the fuck out of there.

The fresh air afforded you some relief as you waited for your Uber. It cleared your head a little bit, but then all the thoughts rushing in were on him. You hated that he still felt like home to you. It still felt like he was yours. Those feelings angered you because it was not true, and you knew you were being stupid, pathetic and weak. You knew if he’d fucked you over once, he’d do it again. You weren’t a child. You knew the games of the assholes of the world, and you couldn’t believe you’d given in to one, that all you had to show for it were the shattered pieces of your heart.

You really wished you could forget about Jey. You did. All you wanted was for the pain in your heart to subside, but he’d made such an imprint on you. It didn’t help that you were in l-

As soon as the thought emerged, you jammed your hands over your ears, as though this could somehow block out the mental reverberations of your emotions. No! Stop it! You’re not! Not with that prick-

“There she is. The queen ho herself.”

You heard her before you saw her. Diamond. With her hands on her hips, in a dress one size too small for her, adopting a smug, triumphant air as though she had finally won the prize she’d been chasing for a long time. “Nice to see you, girl,” she said, a fake ass smile stretching her face. “I see you been real busy sleeping your way to the top. So, not only did you fuck Jey and Cody Rhodes at the same time, you’re fucking Bobby Lashley now.” She scoffed. “Who’s the slut now, huh?"

The last thing you wanted was to entertain this bitch. But the drinks in your system made your mouth faster than your brain. “Run along, little girl. Don’t speak on things you know nothing about.” You made a shooing motion with your hand.

“Oh yeah? Well, you’re the talk of the town, sweetheart. Jey caught you having sex with Cody. You got tired of them two and now you’re with Lashley. Tell me. What’s it like getting passed around like a lit blunt?”

The fucking lies. That was what you could not stand. The dirt sheets, your nosy ass colleagues. And now this bitch. “Is that what Jey told you, or did you read that somewhere and your dumb, gullible little self swallowed it up like a sheep,” you sneered, eyeing her up and down. “Oh, I forgot…swallowing is what you do best.” 

A snide laugh left Diamond’s lips. “Jey was right when he said you’re jealous. You're pressed because I got your man now. Stay mad, ho.”

You giggled at the desperation oozing from her. She really tried it. “You ain’t got shit, bitch. You’re not half the woman I am. Every time you’re fucking him, you know damn well that he’s thinking of me. Are you enjoying the taste of my pussy, sweetie? Cuz that’s all you’ll ever taste when you’re kissing him or sucking his dick.”

The self-important demeanor slipped from Diamond’s features. “Bitch, I’ma beat your drunk ass right now. You’re begging for an ass whooping, and I’ll be happy to give it to you!”

“Bring it, bitch. Drunk or not, I’ll still wipe the floor with your dusty ass wig. But my nails cost a hundred dollars and they cute as fuck. Your bitch ass is definitely not worth it. Keep enjoying my sloppy seconds though." With that, you walked away, wondering where the fuck that Uber was.

When Diamond shoved you in the back, making you almost fall over from the impact, it felt like a fever dream. By the time you turned to face her, your vision had reduced to a sea of blinding red. The backhand you hit her with was so hard your entire arm stung. She’d barely hit the ground before you lunged again, clawing at her hair, but a pair of strong hands yanked you backwards before you could inflict another blow, pulling a few tracks out of her head in the process.

“Get off me!" you shouted, flailing wildly and swinging your fists. "Get the fuck off me!"

Jey’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist as his warm breath grazed your cheek. "Hey, hey, chill," he whispered firmly into your ear, "Let it go," he added as he glanced over at Diamond being helped to her feet by some of her NXT peers. A small crowd was starting to gather outside, and Jey knew you had to leave, now. “Come on, let’s get outta here.”

“Fuck off me! Let me go, that bitch need to die!” Enraged and out for blood, you continued to struggle against him as he led you away.

“Are you gonna leave me here?!” Diamond shrieked, watching Jey depart with you in disbelief.

Ignoring her, he took you to his truck which thankfully, was nearby. He literally dragged you, kicking and screaming, into the truck, shoving you into the passenger’s side, and drove off as discreetly as possible. 

He knew where you lived. He’d been to your place many times, just like you’d been to his. Though it was only a fifteen minute drive from the club, it seemed like hours as the deafening silence amplified the already suffocating tension between you.

“Why you out here fighting, huh? Whatchu doin’?” he asked, not backing down from the murderous look you shot him at his question.

“Fuck off, you ain’t my daddy!” you fired back. “You shoulda let me wash that bitch, I don’t care if she’s your girl.”

Jey sighed. “She’s not my girl.”

“Oh, really? Woulda never guessed from the way she was practically fucking you in the club.”

“I could say the same thing ‘bout you and Lashley. You were all up on him too,” he challenged.

Feeling your temper rise, you started to respond, but stopped short and shook your head instead. “Ya know what? Stop the car. Now. I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

"You ain't goin' nowhere in them high ass heels," he pointed out. "Besides, you in no shape to be alone right now. And we almost at your place anyway."

“Well hurry up cuz I’m feeling nauseous. Unless you want me to vomit right here. I’ll be more than happy to.”

The thinly-veiled threat motivated him to increase his speed limit. 

When he pulled up at your house, you refused his assistance and tried to get out of the car by yourself. You barely made it a few steps out, teetering on your heels, when you stumbled on the way to your door. 

"Need me to carry you?" Jey asked, knowing the answer already.

You looked at him miserably, "My head hurts."

“Where your keys at?” he asked, opening your purse to fish out your key. Unlocking the door, he picked you up bridal style and stepped through, as you wrapped your arms around him. 

"You're really strong, babe. I like my men strong,” you slurred and broke into a fit of hysterical giggles. 

It was going to be a long night.

In your living room, he laid you on the love seat, took off your shoes and quickly put a trash can next to you, just in case. Sitting in the arm chair across from you, he noticed you staring intently at him. "You okay? Ya need somethin’?"

"You’re sexy as fuck. Have I ever told you that?” you drawled, your smile wider than necessary as you slowly stood up.

Jey couldn’t help but blush at your compliment. "Ain’t nobody as sexy as you, princess," he replied, biting his lip as his eyes scanned your curvy frame appreciatively. Hands down the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on. He ached for you, but he just couldn’t have you.

Your stance was shaky as you crossed over to him, swinging your leg over his lap to straddle him, and wound your arms around his neck. "Jey...I think I like you."

He blushed again, a little flustered by the complete 180 your behavior had taken between the car ride and now. Yes, he knew you were drunk, but he wasn’t exactly sober himself. This was suddenly a precarious situation. "I thought you hate me," he murmured against your shoulder, his hands finding your hips despite himself.

You pulled back and thought about it for a second, "Yeah, I still do. But I like you too. A lot. Maybe." Framing his bearded face in your small hands, your lips brushed softly over his nose, his cheek, his chin. “Can I kiss you? I really wanna kiss you.”

Tilting your head, you nipped his bottom lip, teasing the plump flesh with your tongue. With each press of your mouth, you added more pressure, and like butter next to heat, he melted, capturing your mouth with his, tasting the alcohol on your tongue. God, he missed kissing you. Missed your touch, missed you pressed up against him like this. But this was wrong. You were both clearly out of it, and he didn’t want you to feel like he was taking advantage of you.

Groaning pitifully, he broke the kiss and tried to push you away, acutely cognizant of your big, dilated pupils. "Princess, we shouldn't do this…Not when we both wasted."

You frowned and pouted, "We’re fiiiine. Come on, Daddy, I need you." Your lips latched onto his neck, knowing full well it was his sweet spot, rolling your ass against his crotch and feeling him harden underneath you. Your moans became throatier and sultrier, gradually stripping away the little self-control he had left. His lips crashed back over yours, his tongue moving roughly in your mouth, a fistful of your hair in his hand and your ass in the other, molding and kneading possessively. This was such a stupid idea on both your parts. But right now it was all you both wanted and consequences be damned.

You helped him peel off your short dress, tugging it over your head. His palms quickly roamed your smooth skin, stopping at your ass to squeeze the soft flesh. Then, shoving his hand inside your underwear, he flattened his palm right over the slick juncture between your legs and rubbed the wetness there, and he smiled as you moaned softly, as your skin quivered around his hand. But two could play that game. Your hand slithered down his pants, finding him rock-hard. You massaged his length with your fist, and just like that, you both found yourselves in a standoff; heated stare on heated stare, jerking each other off like it was a competition. 

Leaning in to nibble his earlobe, you whispered in his ear, "Fuck me right now, Uso. And make it count."

He didn’t need to be told twice. He shot to his feet, lifting you into his arms with your ass in his clutches. Your body was alluringly warm and soft and he almost wept from how good you felt against him. Cradling you to him, his long legs quickly ate up the distance between the living room and your bedroom. He laid you on the edge of the bed and took off his shirt. His mind and body were highly strung, desperate to find some relief and release all of the pent up tension from tonight.

Although you tried to pretend that this was nothing more than a quick fuck, you couldn't resist sitting up and slowly kissing his lips. He tasted so good, and his naked body felt even better. You let your hands wander over his chest, dragging your nails across his pec tattoos in as you kissed him, before you pulled away abruptly and shoved him onto his back with his legs still set on the floor. Seeing him stretched out over your sheets brought back memories which you quickly tried to dispel. You yanked his pants down to his ankles with force, frowning when a condom fell out of the back pocket. Picking it up, you tossed it onto his chest.

“Put it on,” you told him, denying yourself the enticing visage of him rolling the rubber down his shaft. For all you cared, it was meant for Diamond, but you decided to ignore that and focus on the hard dick that was waiting and ready for your use.

Jey’s eyebrows creased in confusion as he watched you take off your panties, only to turn your back on him. "Whatchu doin’?"

"What’s it look like I’m doin’," you shrugged, nudging his legs wide apart and adjusting yourself in the reverse cowgirl position. You took hold of him and eased yourself down his length, an agonizingly slow slide until your ass pressed down on his pelvis. You both groaned at the feeling, your head hanging down while you reacquainted yourself with his fullness. This was for the best; you wouldn’t have to look at his face or get caught up in his gorgeous eyes.

Placing your hands on his knees, you began riding him, hard, quick, focusing solely on your pleasure. Circling your hips, you moaned out as your pussy immediately clamped around every inch of his cock. He was panting already, his hands on your waist helping you to bounce on him. Jey looked on, completely hypnotized by the sight of your ass slapping against his pelvis, your pussy leaking all over the condom covering his cock. He gripped your ass cheeks before spreading them open so you could take him deeper. As he began to jut his hips upwards into you, you threw your head back with a whimper, losing yourself to the sweet sensation of him filling you, wet smacking sounds echoing around the bedroom as you met him thrust for thrust.

“You feel so good, princess," Jey breathed, caressing wherever he could reach, eventually finding your breasts and tugging your puckered nipples between his thick fingers. 

"Mmmm," you purred, trying to ignore his sexy voice. It was impossible to deny how good he felt, stretching you, testing the limits to the depth and tightness of your pussy. Still, you took back control by switching to hard, grinding motions, concentrating on getting off. Luckily you were almost there; he was nestled right against your g-spot as you gyrated your ass on him, edging closer to your orgasm.

Jey knew what you were trying to do, and the Alpha Male in him was not having it. Surging to his feet with you in his arms, he climbed into the bed and dumped you amongst the pillows back-first. Sitting back on his heels, he pried your legs wide apart and tapped his dick against your clit, then shoved it back inside you. The sharp, sudden invasion only fueled your pleasure, and you squealed, your moans coming in short, raspy pants as he pummeled your pussy hard and fast. Clamping a hand around your throat, he slammed his dick into your sweet spot over and over, making your eyes flutter shut in utter pleasure as you came all over him. This was just like old times...straight-up vulgar fucking that laid waste to your g-spot. Jey kept fucking you through your orgasm, looking down at the place where your bodies merged, and smiling arrogantly at what he saw.

"Look at that pussy, nutting all over my cock. So fuckin' good. You missed Daddy's dick, amirite?"

"Yes, Daddy," you moaned, turning your head to the side as he started rotating his hips, slow-grinding inside your pussy, "Aww, shit..."

“Look at me,” he growled, frowning when you ignored him. Again. Grabbing your cheeks between his fingers, he steered your face back to meet his heated gaze. “I said look at me,” he ordered, his voice gruff and menacing.

Moth. Flame. Just as you predicted, the feelings and emotions came flooding back. Just like you feared, you got lost in his eyes; the passion, the desire, the affection you felt for him, reflecting back at you. You groaned softly with him, and he leaned down and nuzzled your throat, his nostrils breathing in your scent, your skin, absorbing you. Your legs hitched higher around his waist, allowing him to hook them over his elbows and deepen his strokes, giving you that Henny dick, and your pussy reacted accordingly.

“Yeah, baby, grip that dick, squeeze me hard. You’re turned on, ain’t cha,” Jey grunted, licking the seam of your lips and doing the same to both your nipples, “I told you, this pussy belongs to me. You’re mine, princess. Don’t ever forget that shit.”

“Mmm, unnnhhh, mmmph…” You whined so sexily beneath him. All soft and delicate like a little kitten. You were looking up at him with your pretty eyes, dilated with a mix of pleasure and liquor as you took his big cock like a good girl. He was caught up in your eyes and the feel of your fingers clutching the back of his head, enticing him to kiss you again, adding extra tongue, his head seemingly about to combust from how good he was feeling. Sober or intoxicated, your sex was always incredible; he couldn’t get enough of you if he tried.

He swung your legs up onto his shoulders, your heavy pants dissolving into outright cries when he started jackhammering into you. His hips collided into yours with brute force, smothering you into the bed with his bigger body. It was mind-blowing, his dick at the bottom of your pussy, your toes touching the headboard, the heat between you spreading, scorching, hurtling towards an extinction-level explosion. And when it hit you, tears sprung to your eyes and you were robbed of all speech. Your muscles tensed and your legs shook from its intensity. 

Jey’s tortured groan warmed the crook of your neck as he detonated with you, his body shivering from indescribable pleasure. The harsh movement of his hips softened into gentle rolls in his attempt to pour every drop of himself in the condom buried inside you. Afterwards, he hovered weakly over your prone frame, drained and out of breath, before finding enough strength to pull out and crumple down next to you. Your last thought as you curled up against his warm body was how much you missed this. Missed him.

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The horrendous sensation of your stomach climbing up your throat woke you up. Almost falling out of the bed, you half-ran, half-stumbled into the bathroom. You barely made it to the toilet bowl in time, falling on your knees to empty the contents of your stomach. Tears pricked your eyes as you struggled to breathe. You hated throwing up. It hurt like hell and you always felt like you were puking up all your insides.

Just as you thought it was over, another wave of nausea came along, wrenching through your entire body. You suddenly felt a hand on your back, another pulling your hair away from your face. Jey. You tried to ward him off, but he didn’t budge, holding your hair until you were done puking your guts out. He then helped you up, took your robe and put it on you, and it was then you noticed he was in his briefs and nothing else. He waited for you to wash your mouth and brush your teeth, then carried you back to the bed, picking up the bottle of water and aspirin he’d set by the nightstand.

“Here, this will help. Took some earlier this morning before you woke up.” He handed them to you and watched you closely like a dutiful spouse. The taste of water right after brushing your teeth was revolting, but you forced the medicine down. Once you were finished, you put the water away and pointed at the door. 

“You can get out now. Let yourself out when you’re done getting dressed." 

There was a heavy silence as he digested your flippant dismissal. “You bein' for real right now?” he said through gritted teeth.

“What? We fucked and we got off. Why you still here?”

"Because I care about you," he responded. His voice was tight, strained, struggling to keep his emotions at bay. "Okay? I’m here because I didn’t want you to be alone. I stayed cuz I wanted to see you…Baby, we need to talk."

“I ain’t your baby. And I don’t wanna talk to you.” Getting back out of the bed, you left him alone in the room. You were still tired and the morning light felt as blinding as headlights, but you trudged on, eager to put distance between you and him.

Hurrying into his clothes and shoes, Jey fought off his own hangover symptoms as he followed you into the living room. “You ignored every single one of my calls and my texts. I been tryna talk to you for weeks. Just hear me out, please, babe.”

With every syllable he uttered, a tsunami was gathering strength inside you, threatening to break and flood the wall you had tried so hard to put back up. Then, that wall gave way, and your lips moved, the raging tsunami powering through the throbbing sensation in your head. 

"Fuck you."

Jey flinched, chastened by your vicious rebuff. "Princess," he began, but you kept talking, your emotions spilling like a malfunctioning fountain.

"No, don’t fucking cut me off! Why would I ever want to speak to you again after what you did? You never gave me a chance to explain so why do you deserve to be heard? Huh?” You shoved your hair angrily out of your face. “After Cody kissed me, I came straight to you because I wanted to be honest with you and start off our relationship the right way. And instead you exposed us. I begged you, begged you to hear me out…but you didn't. You called me every name in the book over a misunderstanding! You humiliated me in front of our co-workers! Do you have any idea how that made me feel?"

He did. That was why he was here. To take responsibility for his actions. To start over, if you wanted to. He wanted you to understand that what he did hurt him as much as it hurt you. 

But you had no interest in any of it. “That's not all you did, either and this is the one that really pisses me off. You used me. You used Key West to break down my walls and get close to me. You stole my heart, you made me fall for you and then tossed me aside like trash. You treated me like I was nothing, in fact, less than nothing. I always knew you hated me, but I never realized you hated me that much!”

He felt his stomach plummet somewhere in the abyss. “Baby, I don’t hate you-”

The laugh you let out at his response sent a chill through him. It was sarcastic, humorless, borderline manic, and it burned his soul, the fire almost as scalding as the one that blazed in your eyes.

“You don’t just hate me, Jey. You despise me,” you corrected, your tone clipped and ice-cold. “You detest me. You would never have done what you did if you don’t. You hurt me on purpose, and I blame myself because I was stupid to think you actually cared about me. I let my guard down and that’s on me. But mark my words when I say it will never, ever, ever, happen again. I swear on all four of my grandparents’ graves. You fucked with me for the last time.”

Jey forced down the lump that had formed in his throat. The regret in his eyes was palpable, looking like a lost puppy as he tried to plead his case. “Y/N, please-” 

"Don’t touch me!" You jerked away when he tried to reach for you, your heart lurching at the hurt in his eyes. “Just fucking leave, alright? Leave me alone! Go back to Diamond. You can fuck her all you want now, cuz as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing between us."

Jey came closer to you, his eyes narrowed and unwavering. "After last night, we both know that’s bullshit,” he stated confidently.

For one agonizing second, you wanted to choke him out. You wanted to rip your heart out of your chest, hold the battered organ up in front of his face, and scream: "See this? This is what you did to me!" You were so upset; your legs were about to buckle and you just wanted him gone. You couldn’t bear to be near him anymore. "Last night was a drunken mistake. Period. We’re done, Jey. I don’t ever want to see you again. Get out!" Walking over to the door, you flung it wide open and glared pointedly at him.

A distraught Jey struggled to process this turn of events. He didn’t want to leave you. Not like this. But the tears in your eyes and the quivering of your lip told him everything he needed to know. He had done an unforgivable thing by breaking your heart. Breathing out a dejected sigh, he slipped past you without another word and walked out through the door, out of your life, just like you asked him to, his chest tightening with every step he took.

Slamming the door shut on the man you loved, your legs gave out at last, and you slid down to the ground in a flood of tears. This agony, this ache inside your chest, was tearing you apart. The betrayal and deep regret and utter worthlessness overwhelmed you. You couldn't breathe, your chest heaved, and you struggled not to cry out from the pain that gripped your broken heart like a vice.

On the other side of the door, Jey’s features crumpled in pain as he listened to the anguish of the woman he loved; your sniffles, your sobs, each one ripping out a different piece of his heart. Pressing his forehead against the door, his fingers splayed out against the wooden surface, as though trying to reach out to you, trying to take away your pain. The pain he caused.

"I'm sorry, Y/N…I'm so sorry…"

END OF PART 3

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More drama!😖😭

Thoughts? Is it finally over for our lovebirds? What’s going to happen in the season finale?

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the sun/moon theory doesn’t actually make sense

The pictures above are from 9/23/06, which was the only time that Ryan wore blue makeup at the same time that Brendon wore yellow makeup. The guys weren’t the ones who came up with their look, either. That makeup came from Pieter M van Hattem’s heavily styled photoshoot earlier that day and then the band wore the leftover makeup to the Boost Mobile RockCorps performance. 

Now fast forward almost a year to when they were working on Pretty. Odd. songs...

The Pretty. Odd. lyrics had a lot of weather references because the band wrote most of the album while sitting in Ryan’s backyard on drugs and looking at clouds or whatever you see at night in the desert. Brendon told the Boston Globe that “I’m sure if the weather was really horrible, [the new album] might’ve sounded different. It definitely needed to be what it was for us to write those songs.” Brendon also said: 

“We spent a lot of time outside when we were writing the record. We wrote it in the hottest month of the year in Las Vegas. We had a weird sleeping schedule, too. We pretty much stayed up all night and slept during the day just because it is so hot there. So we spent a lot of time looking at the stars and enjoying and experiencing the weather so I think that had a very direct influence on us.”

Then weather and clouds and nature became part of the Pretty. Odd. era’s early theme that the band talked about (also look at the custom car they designed, or the set design for the Honda Civic Tour where Ryan said they wanted to make it feel like the show was happening outdoors). Flowers, weather, the sun & moon, and nature in general were part of that era because that’s what influenced the band while they were writing the songs (and also Jon Walker exists lol. he had a major influence on that album). A big theme with their songwriting in summer 2007 was to keep things simple & lighthearted.

WTDMTN was one of the early songs that they wrote that summer (the band played it for the first time on August 5th). Their interviews made it sound like the guys just watched night meet day a lot that summer, took some drugs, and wrote a cute story. Jon seemed so happy with that song’s fairy tale quality too! He said “We had this idea that the day and the night met each other… it’s basically a fairytale story about two times a day falling in love with each other and the world being day & night at the same time consecutively somehow.” Ryan said this song was like a kid’s story. He had also spent over half a year working on the cabin album’s fairytale-esque storyline (with Spencer’s help) and it had become so elaborate that he was considering writing an accompanying book. Just because they scrapped the cabin album and majorly switched directions for their second album doesn’t mean they lost all of their previous interests... it made sense that they might still gravitate towards a fairy-tale quality a bit.

I think the idea that anything on Pretty. Odd. could actually have some Ryden subtext comes from people who weren’t closely observing the season when the band wrote those lyrics. Brendon & Ryan were not that close in the last half of 2007. Ryan was way better friends with Jon by that summer... they talked about living together, watching movies or writing songs together in the middle of the night, going bowling or to see movies, etc. They were definitely close. There were pictures of them hanging out offstage. Ryan hung out with a lot of other Vegas friends throughout 2007 too. Meanwhile, Brendon talked about hanging out with Spencer and Shane that fall. Brendon & Ryan were together when they had to do band-related events (but even a few of those moments showed a shifting dynamic between the two guys). The guys were definitely still friends! But it’s a stretch when you try to paint a picture where they were in love & obsessed with each other this season to the point of writing lyrics about each other.

The only part of all the sun/moon conspiracy stuff that even slightly works is the idea that Jon Walker might have used the reference as a code in his post-split lyrics to get his own point across (ex: then his lyrics would imply that he doesn’t need Ryan & Brendon to tell him what to do). That doesn’t mean anything beyond the fact that Jon had always been super aware of what the fandom was saying and knew how to communicate on our level. Seriously, he followed the talk online in 2006-2007 SO closely and would even leave subtle references in his journal entries to things the fandom was talking about. Sometimes he was just messing with us (example at the bottom of this post). Some fans had actual “hi Jon” icons on lj towards the end of the Fever era because most people knew he was watching. In October 2006 the PATD livejournal got set to private for a short time and Jon posted on the band’s website “whats with the live journal being down, someone fix it :(” because now he couldn’t properly creep on that particular fan community while the band was on tour lol. 

He shared SO much of his photography with fans (including in the band’s album and his picturesatthedisco photobucket) and was just way more involved with us than the other 3 guys. So any sun/moon reference that Jon might have made in his own lyrics later on doesn’t exactly prove anything about the whole Ryden sun/moon conspiracy. It only proves that Jon was still in touch with his fanbase and could use their references.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Show Me What You're Hiding

Summary: Y/N gets a glimpse of Dean, and is desperate to see even more.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Nothing too crazy. Nakedness, lustful thoughts, Dean objectification, and a smidge of dirty talk (from the reader.) Adorable!Dean being adorable, while simultaneously being the hottest fucker around. You know, that thing he's really good at.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 685

A/N: Just a smutty little drabble brought on by @myloversgone and this hot af pic she sent me. It's obviously Jensen in the picture and not Dean, but after reblogging this post, and having these discussions with @eevvvaa, I've had this idea floating in my head, and combined with that picture, it just made this story happen in my brain. 😁 Hope you enjoy! 😊

Then earlier today, the beautiful @myloversgone sent me the INCREDIBLE pic above and this story pretty much materialized in my brain instantly. It turned out to be a bit more smut based than fluff based, but there's definitely fluff at the end. Hope you all enjoy it! 😊

A/N 2: As always, this is a different version of Jensen from within the Multiverse who is single. Absolute and complete fiction, of course.

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89

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You're trying desperately not to stare, but you simply can't help following the path taken by the drops of water that fall down from Dean's soaking wet hair and over his wide, thick shoulders. The droplets continue on over his bare chest, skirting around his nipples and then over his flat stomach. A couple of them spill into the groove of muscle that ripples down from his hips on both sides, creating a perfect V shape that leads to a patch of reddish blonde hair. 

And just below that hair, you catch a glimpse of what is being obscured by the giant hand that Dean has placed in front of his most intimate body parts. You can't stop the loud gasp that escapes you when you realize that you can still see a glimpse of him because his one big hand isn't quite enough to cover all of him. 

When he realizes that, he drops the toiletry bag he was carrying in his left hand, and it lands on top of the towel that had fallen from his hips as you'd bumped into him coming out of the shower room, just as you were heading in. With his other hand now empty, he uses them both to sort of cup everything and hide himself away. 

"Ah…shit, f-f-fuck, Y/N." Dean splutters. "I'm so sorry. I didn't, uh…didn't see you there."

The heat you can see crawling up his neck, and turning the tips of his ears pink is so unbelievably adorable. Given his Casanova reputation, you would have expected some smooth flirtation from him in a moment like this, or a few dirty-minded suggestions. But no, he's flushed and stuttering, and ridiculously adorable in his awkwardness. 

All the dirty thoughts are definitely coming from your direction. 

Given his massive strength, so blatantly on display right in front of you, and the obvious, god-given endowments he'd been blessed with (that are now hidden behind his two massive hands) his little blush is so out of place and unexpected that it makes you desperate to kiss him. Hard. 

You take a step closer to him and he swallows convulsively, his eyes wide. He bites into his bottom lip and you groan and place your hands on his bare chest. His freckled skin is cool and pebbled with goosebumps, whether from the cold air or your touch, you aren't sure. But you can feel his heart hammering beneath your palm and you know you need to check with him before you go any further.

"It's okay, Dean. I was the clumsy one, I should have paid closer attention." Your voice is rough with want and you lick your lips. Dean's eyes drop to your mouth and his breath becomes a bit ragged. You can see that the embarrassment and trepidation in his gorgeous, mossy green eyes are starting to be replaced with a kind of simmering heat.

You feel your core muscles clench around nothing and an ache begins to pulse in your pussy. You look up at him and decide to just go for it, praying for a yes.

"I wanna kiss you, Dean. No, I wanna do more than kiss you. I wanna lick you, I wanna taste you, bite you. I wanna ride you, fuck you."

Dean's eyes are round with shock once again, but you can see the desire still pooling there in the deep black of his expanding pupils.

"Do you wanna fuck me, Dean?"

Dean takes a second to breathe deeply through his nose, but then clears his throat and answers. 

"From the second I laid eyes on you, sweetheart."

His voice is deep and dark, and filled with overwhelming lust. You can see the shock beginning to leave him, and a smirk starts to form that tells you you're in for a long, wild night. 

Determined to stay on even footing with the sexy bastard, you grab his thick wrists, and yank his hands away from where they're shielding himself. You hear his breath hitch and you smile up at him coyly.

"Then show me what you're hiding there, big boy."

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My King Will Be Kind Chapter 11 / Kendall Roy x OC

an: oh my god this one is a doozy. i feel like yall deserve the angst here fr, thank you for the love and support! writing this story has been so fucking fun and i can't believe it's almost over. (will i write a part 2 aka season 5 of succession? maybe....) this chapter is a good oneeeeeeee

tw: cursing, mentions of death, angst

Stella woke up on election morning with hundreds of texts bombarding her phone.

"Fuck." She muttered, scrolling through.

Kendall had posted one of the pictures they took the night before. They were sitting on his fancy, all white couch in the penthouse, his arm around her. His gaze was on her as she looked into the camera. Obviously, they looked great, but she was still upset about the night before and how Kendall treated Matsson. Of course he had no idea that Lukas had harassed her all night, but still. He had run off with Ebba earlier in the night and she was definitely not thrilled about that either.

Kendall had texted her too, and though she was mad, the silent treatment wasn't really Stella's thing.

She caved and called him, sitting up in bed. It was definitely past ten, but she didn't have much work as it was Election Day.

"I was getting worried." Ken chuckled on the other side of the phone. "What happened last night?  Did you like my insta post?"

"Yeah, yeah, I did. Sorry. It was just a lot—"

"Understandable." He smiled. "Did you have a good time, though? I thought the party was pretty lit."

Stella cracked a smile. He was always trying to be hip with her but was always a few years behind on the lingo. "It was super lit."

He was quiet for a second. "Uh, I don't wanna be that guy, but Shiv told me she saw you with Matsson."

"Oh."

"Like, I get it. But—"

"You have nothing to worry about, Ken. Seriously." Her voice cracked a little, the memories of the night before flooding her brain. If Shiv didn't separate them, what would have happened? Not that she would have cheated—definitely not. But Matsson had gotten awfully drunk and awfully close to her. "He kind of...um, he kind of harassed me."

"What?"

"It's not a big deal. He just, kind of like, I don't know. He was weird."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

She sighed. "I wish."

"Fuck." Kendall half-yelled. He had never been loud with her before. "I'm gonna fucking kill him."

"It's okay, really. He was drunk and just wanted to fuck with you." She pleaded. "I'm a big girl, I handled it."

He was quiet on the other line, clearly plotting his next moves. "Okay."

"I'm yours, Ken. Please don't worry."

"I know."

She remembered Kendall following Ebba to the balcony. If he got to question her, she was certainly going to question him. "Um, I don't wanna be that girl, but I saw you with Ebba."

Kendall sighed. "Business shit. I was fucking with Lukas."

"Ah."

"Trust me, you were the, uh, hottest girl there last night. Not that it was hard. But still. I'm kinda not surprised Lukas was trying to fuck you."

"Oh God Ken." She rolled her eyes.

"I know you're rolling your eyes, pretty girl."

"Fuck off."

"Speaking of," his voice softened, "Dad's funeral.  Uh, I know it's like, a funeral and shit, but my Mom's going...and Rava and the kids..."

"Oh, um, okay."  Stella could definitely handle his mother, but it was the ex-wife and kids that really made her nervous.  Sure, his daughter was a fan and she'd seen her on FaceTime with Kendall, but that was about it.  They hadn't found a good time for Stella and his kids to meet because of Logan's death.  He didn't see them that much anyway.

"Soph's excited to meet you."

"Okay, good."  Stella felt a little bit better.  "How does um, Rava feel?"

"Honestly, I don't know.  Things have been pretty fucking tense."

"I'm sorry, Ken."

"Sophie got like, fucking, I don't know...pushed or something."

"Pushed?"

"Some Mencken guy on the street.  Rava told me."  

"What the fuck is wrong with people?"  

"I don't know."

"Ken...if you have any say in this tonight..."  she trailed off.  "Do the right fucking thing."

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He picked up on the first ring.  "Where the fuck have you been?"

"Tell me it's not true."  She breathed, looking at the tv in front of her.

"JERYD MENCKEN WINS ELECTION" blared on the screen, burning into her irises.

"What?"  He said, but they both knew what she was talking about.

Stella paused, tears pricking her eyes.  This could not be happening.  "Kendall."  She was almost pleading with him...hell, she was pleading with him.  "Please."

"He's gonna block the deal for us, I had to—"

"How could you call it?  How could you do this without the ballots in Milwaukee?  And the—"

"It wasn't my decision."

"What about your daughter, Kendall?"  She spat at him through the phone.

"What about my daughter, Stella?"  He fired right back at her.

"You told me she got fucking pushed, Ken!  Not everything is about the fucking deal!  Don't you care about her?"

"You don't know a fucking thing about my kids.  You're a kid.  Fucking suck it up."

"Mencken is a fascist and you know it.  He's a racist homophobe who's going to destroy the country and you let him walk all over you."

"Stella."  He warned.

"My brother and his husband were just starting to feel accepted in their new neighborhood."  She whispered.  "How could you do this?"

"Jimenez wouldn't help us.  We had to make a difficult choice."

Stella audibly gasped.  "A choice?  The fate of the country is a choice?"

"Stella—"

"No, no, I...I can't."  She cried.  "This is all a game to you.  The election, the tailgate party...it's all a fucking game."

"This, this, is fucking politics, Stella."  He scolded her.  "And it's not going to fucking effect you."

"Not going to effect me?  Are you hearing yourself?"  She knew it was in him to be this way, but Kendall had never showed this side of himself to her.  He was callous and cold and cared about himself more than others.  "I didn't grow up like you, Ken.  I have fucking car loans."

He laughed.  He actually laughed.  "I'll pay your fucking loans, Stella girl."

"You...you can't just 'Stella girl' me and expect everything to be okay."  She stuttered.  "You failed your kids tonight.  You failed the fucking United States of America."

"Fuck you."

"No.  Fuck you."  Tears ran down Stella's face.  Was this it?  Was their relationship--their love--going to end over politics?  It just seemed so tacky to her.  She sunk to the ground, sitting on the cold wooden floor.  They sat in silence, neither of them sure how to finish the conversation.  Stella heard Kendall sniffle from the other side of the phone.

"I'm sorry.  You're right.  But I had to do it.  Shiv's working with Matsson and I can't let them win.  I-I'm sorry."

She stifled a sob.  "I know."

"Are you still gonna come to the funeral?"

It pained her to know that Kendall thought she would flake on him.  

"Of course, Ken."

"Are we good then?  Like, are we uh, still good?"

"Um...I don't, I don't know."

"Okay."

"Yeah."

"Well...I'll uh, see you tomorrow, and uh, I...I fucking love you, okay?"

Stella breathed.  Tears were flying.  Never did she think this would be her life.

"I love you too."

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The next morning, Stella's doorbell rung.  It was barely light out and the funeral wasn't until the afternoon.  

She opened the door to find a man carrying a dress bag.

"Miss Allen?"  

"Oh.  Great."  Stella mumbled sarcastically, taking the bag.  Of course Kendall sent her something to wear.  Even on the day of his father's funeral, he was still sending her signals, telling her that she was his.  

Putting on the dress and looking at herself in the mirror, Stella felt good.  Way too good for a funeral.  The dress was definitely too short and the black Gucci tights were definitely too sexy, but what was she going to do, not wear it? 

As she left the apartment building to get on the subway, a car was already waiting for her outside.  She recognized Fikret right away, rolling her eyes and getting into the black SUV.  

I told you to stop sending me things.

Sorry

It's getting bad out there tho.  Our car got attacked by mob earlier

Can't risk you getting hurt

Stella groaned.  Little did he know she was going to the protest after the funeral.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at a giant cathedral.  Paparazzi were swarming everywhere.  

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."  She muttered, stepping out of the car.  Twitter was going to explode about her outfit.  It truly was a 'Fuck Logan Roy' dress.

Cameras rushed her, but they couldn't get too close because of the heavy security detail.  Stella walked into the Cathedral behind some other, expensive-looking people.  The last funeral she had been to was her father's, where she gave the eulogy.  It was good, obviously, she was an actress, after all.  

Kendall rushed to Stella the second he saw her walk in.  She secretly wished he didn't look so good in his navy suit.  

"How was it out there?"  He leaned in to hug her.  It lasted a little too long.

"Oh, the protest?"

He nodded.  

"I think they left."  She shrugged, knowing he was going to be pissed that she was attending the protest after the funeral.

"Uh, good.  I was worried about you."

"You don't need to worry."  She put her hands on his arms, rubbing down slowly.  It really wasn't appropriate--she was supposed to be mad at him.  

He leaned into her touch.  "Thank you for coming, Stell."

"Of course."

Kendall checked her out as subtle as he could.  "I knew that dress would be perfect on you."

"Little inappropriate for a funeral, though, don't you think?"  She smirked.  Hopefully Logan was grimacing in his coffin at Kendall being with her.

"Exactly."  He said, staring her down.

"O-okay lover boy."  She pushed him away, but before she could get far, an old woman with a pixie cut appeared out of nowhere.  

"Now Kendall, who is this?"  She spoke with a distinguished British accent.  Stella's heart sank.  The woman standing in front of her was definitley Kendall's mother.

"Oh, uh, mom, this is Stella."

Caroline's face curved into a sideways smile as she looked Stella up and down.  "Oh my.  Aren't you something?"

Stella smiled nervously.  She knew Ken's mom was a fake bitch.  "Hi."

"By God, Kenny, you're turning into your father."  Caroline laughed.  "Dear," she looked to Stella, "How old are you?"

She started to speak before Kendall interrupted.  "Thanks, Mom, great job.  Awesome."

"Ah, Kendall I'm just joking.  She's beautiful."  Stella noticed that Caroline didn't even address her.  

"Uh, thanks."  He answered for her.  Stella mentally rolled her eyes.  Everyone treated her like a child at these kinds of things, even Kendall.

"Now I just hope you don't end up like your sister...the poor thing."

Caroline must've noticed the confused look on Stella's face.  Did Shiv finally tell everyone she was pregnant?

"Oh, dear, you don't have to worry about that."  She looked at Stella's stomach.  "Not with Kendall, anyway."

Stella's heart dropped.  "I'm sorry?"

"Mom."  Kendall said sternly.  He looked pissed.  "Stop."

Stella didn't know what to say.  She was prepared for a few weird comments from Caroline, but that...that was not something she was expecting.  She looked to Kendall, but for the first time in their relationship, he couldn't meet her gaze.  Embarrassment reddened across his cheeks.

Before anyone could say anything else, Shiv grabbed Kendall's shoulder.  "Hey, it's time."

He nodded, pushing past Caroline and Stella without saying goodbye.

"Well I guess I should find Kerry."  Caroline smiled, walking away like she hadn't just dropped a bomb on Stella's life.  

On her way to get her seat, Stella made unfortunate eye contact with Lukas, who winked.  Things could not get any worse.  As she sat down in a random pew, Stella's mind raced.  Kendall had always insisted on using condoms.  And he had kids, right?  Sure, Sophie was adopted, but Iverson looked just like his parents.  Stella realized she hadn't even seen the kids at the funeral.  What was going on?

[midwestmade29]

Changes ❤️‍🩹

To Anonymous: Thanks for sending in your request! One of my favorite parts about it was picturing Adam as a protective big brother 🥺 so cute! I hope you enjoy it 🖤 Original anonymous request: Ooo sis, anyway I can request a Christian Cage , Copeland!Sister Reader imagine? The reader is obviously Adam’s younger sister and they all grew up up together, fast forward to present day, Christian and the reader are together and have been a long time (possibly even engaged, your choice) and it’s a relationship that’s been played up some for the fans throughout the years they’ve been there. I can see the reader being due for a heel turn and was suppose to be aligned with her lover but when her brother arrives, plans change tremendously. Instead she’s pushed harder as a baby face and with that comes a bit of heart break. Instead she’s aligned with her brother against their child hood best friend and the love of her life and apparently Christian gets a new on screen lover in Shayna. The reader ends up breaking things off at that and Christian spends weeks and months trying to show her there’s no one else and never will be and that nothing is happening between him and Shayna no matter what’s portrayed on screen. He even has to go as far as to have Shayna try and talk to her. I can even see Adam wanting to kill him a bit because even though that’s his bestfriend, she’s his baby sister, and he’ll go to war over her.

I don't really have any disclaimers for this story. There are a few curse words and jealousy is portrayed throughout, but that's about it! 🙂

GIFs are not mine. All credit goes to their original creators. I selected each GIF to help further visualize each part of the story.

Word count: 1,469

Big changes are in store for you when your big brother signs with AEW...

“I’ve made the decision to sign with AEW! Looks like the gang is getting back together!” your big brother beamed while squeezing you in a tight bear hug. For the duration of Adam’s career, he worked for a different wrestling company. His contract with them had just run out and he had a decision to make, retire or join his little sister and best friend in AEW. You, Adam, and Christian grew up together and it was rare for the 3 of you not to be seen together. Ever since you were kids, you and Christian were smitten with each other! Your relationship was still going strong even after all these years. At first, it took Adam some time to get used to seeing his best friend and little sister kiss and hold hands, but once he saw just how happy you and Christian were together, he gave your relationship his full support. You remembered Adam telling you about the conversation he had with Christian after he found out the two of you were together. It’s funny thinking back to it now, but at the time, you were so embarrassed! You can only imagine the look Christian must’ve had on his face when your 6-foot 5 brother warned him that if he ever broke your heart, he would knock his teeth so far down his throat that he would have to stick a toothbrush up his ass to brush them. Thankfully, that never happened! (😂)

At first, you were ecstatic having your brother work for the same company as you and Christian, but after he made his debut, it set off a series of pretty big changes. Before Adam arrived, the plan was for you to join Christian’s faction, turning heel and shed your babyface ways. It had been several years since you and Christian were aligned together, so being side by side again was something you both were looking forward to! He was the most diabolical heel and the hottest commodity in the biz, and you couldn’t wait to join forces and show the world just how powerful the two of you are together! Somewhere along the way, a new storyline had been decided on, aligning you with Adam instead. You were to remain a babyface and work alongside him to try and put an end to Christian’s tyranny and get justice for all his wrongdoings. The fans LOVED seeing you, Adam, Christian and Luchasaurus interact together! Everything was going well until Christian took AEW’s newest signee under his wing.

Nick Wayne was officially “All Elite” at the young age of 18. He had already been dubbed the hottest thing since sliced bread! You and Christian realized right away how talented Nick was and the 3 of you really hit it off! What you didn’t realize was Nick’s mother Shayna and him were a packaged deal. The decision for her to be Christian’s new onscreen lover was one you were very conflicted about. Shayna, Christian and you had set some ground rules and boundaries that you all were comfortable with. Things started to get messy when your jealousy rose to the surface, putting a strain on your and Christian’s relationship. “You’re spending an awful lot of time with her, Christian. I just don’t like the way she looks at you or how she’s always near you. I thought I was okay with the two of you working together, but it turns out I’m not.” You explained to him. “Y/N, I promise you have nothing to worry about. Shayna is a coworker and nothing more. What’s portrayed onscreen is 100% an act.”

He kissed her. Right in front of you, your brother, and the entire world. You and Adam watched Christian and Shayna lock lips from across the ring with your mouths wide open and hearts hammering against your chests. Your natural response was to waltz across the ring and stop them, but Adam held out his arm to hold you back. The cameras were eating up the situation from all angles, so he knew you had to stay in character. Somehow you managed to pull yourself together and finish the segment, even though your heart was aching. Once the 4 of you were backstage, you couldn’t hold in your hurt any longer. “What the hell was that?!” you shouted. “Whose idea was it for the two of you to kiss? Someone please tell me who thought locking lips on live TV was a good idea!” Adam was standing next to you seething, his voice filled with irritation when he spoke to his best friend, “Hey, dumbass! My sister asked you a question! I suggest you start talking.” “Y/N, I know you’re upset. I’m sorry for not telling you beforehand! It was a last-minute decision and there wasn’t enough time to run it by you. I can assure you the kiss meant nothing, and it was strictly for storyline purposes,” Christian explained, but you didn’t want to hear any of it. “You know, I think what hurts the most is that you chose to go through with something that you knew would upset me. Your kiss twisted fantasy and reality together so much that I’m not even sure if it was real or not! You played with fire Christian, but I’m the one that ended up getting burned.”

Days turned into weeks, and they all seemed to blur together. This had been the longest you had ever gone without talking to or seeing Christian. The night of the disastrous promo, you told him that you needed some time apart and he protested of course. He apologized for kissing Shayna and for not talking to you about it first. He admitted that it was a poor lack of judgement on his part and reiterated that the kiss meant nothing, but you still walked away. You had missed phone calls and text messages from him that you couldn’t bring yourself to answer. The large vase of flowers he sent you last week were wilting on the table. Christian even had Shayna try and talk to you about everything! Adam tried to remain neutral on the situation but was ready to go to war over his little sister if he needed too. Seeing his little sister and his best friend like this bothered him greatly, but he stayed out of it. That is, until one night when you were at his house having dinner with him, Beth, and your nieces.

“Christian wanted me to give this to you. I tried refusing, but the crestfallen look on his face when I told him no persuaded me. Just open it and see what it says Y/N. If not for him, do it for your big brother.” Adam handed you an envelope after saying his peace. A battle between your head and your heart went on all night as you tried to decide which one to listen to about opening the envelope or not. Once you were home, your heart ended up winning the fight! It hammered against your chest as you ripped the envelope open, revealing a folded-up piece of paper inside. Tears welled in your eyes as they read over the words you had written to Christian after having your very first fight years ago.

“A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses. To the world, you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.” -Dr. Seuss

You are my world, Christian. I’m sorry about earlier. Forgive me? -Y/N

Your phone dinged on the counter while you read over your letter again. You were going to ignore it, but something told you see what it was about.

Christian: Adam told me he gave you the letter. My world has been filled with thorns without you, Y/N. I’m sorry for everything. Please forgive me.

You drove as fast as you could to Christian. When he opened the door, you threw your arms around his neck, almost knocking him over from the force. He wrapped his arms around you in return, holding on tightly as if he was afraid you would run away if he let go. Both of you tried to speak at the same time, but Christian insisted on going first. “I was so stupid to risk everything we have for work. I’m sorry for being so insensitive to your feelings and not telling you about everything first. Your feelings matter and they are important to me, just like mine were to you after we had our first fight. I’ve kept that letter all this time, and I read it often. When you gave me that letter, that was the moment I knew that there was no one else in the world for me, and there never will be Y/N.”

[yagrldariv]

The Big Reveal

Tony Stark x Photographer!Reader

Warnings: Mention of light alcohol consumption, light fluff.

Request: tony stark dating pepper's little sister, reader who is a Photojournalism for the New York Times

A/N: Sorry for the delay, made this a bit longer than I would a regular one-shot. So I hope you like this anon. Just to make the story flow a bit better, Pepper and Tony never dated. Set around the first Iron Man. Sorry for any typos!

When you first applied to the New York Times, you sort of did it as a joke. At least that’s what you told yourself when you were prepping for absolute rejection. But when you got the offer letter you were sooo excited. This was going to be your opportunity to be a part of history. While you were picturing your photos in the Met, you never knew it would be those kind of photos.

As you quickly learned, interning at the New York Times was not quite the same as being a full time photojournalist. You though you would be taking on the heavy-hitter topics like crime, houselesness, corporate greed, arms dealings. And yet, here you were taking photos of potholes for someone else’s 20th page column about infrastructure. But at least you got paid for it (if you were speaking technically).

After your session uptown, you started heading for the subway towards home when your phone starting ringing.

The screen lit of bright with a photo of you and your big sister and you swiped to answer, “Pepps!! Heyy everything ok?”.

Between you schlepping around the city and her being an assistant for the worlds wealthiest businessman, your schedules never seems to line up.

“Everything is great, I just wanted to see if you were free”, Pepper yelled something to someone in the background before continuing, “I’m gonna be uptown for a few hours at an event, I’d love to see you”.

You stopped on the steps toward the subway, contemplating her proposal. “Ya know Pepps, those really aren’t my thing”.

Pepper groaned on the other end, “C’monnnn Y/N. I miss you, plus there’s free food drinks”.

You hesitated, you couldn’t pass up on both your sister and free food, but you were tired and the idea of laying in bed was sounding better and better as time ticked on.

“You can even bring your camera and take photos if you want”. She knew exactly which buttons to press.

“You said you this was uptown right? I can be there in 10 minutes.”

*Later that evening*

What you thought was going to be some A-list event with lots of opportunity to get a story, turned out to be a private board event for some financial company you’d never even heard of. And you hadn’t even seen Pepper yet. At least she was right about the champagne and the hors d'oeuvres.

After another hour of random applause and squirreling away mini quiche at the back of the room, you were ready to leave. You started packing your camera bag when you heard some rustling on the table behind you.

“Ya know all night I was looking for the waiter that had the spinach ones and low and behold, they were being hoarded back here.”

You turned around and your cheeks got hot. Not only did your mini stash just get raided, you also had to explain to your sister that’s how you met her boss.

Tony Stark stood in front of you in all of his tailored glory, pointing to the quiche as you just stared. You were trying to find the right words to respond but all you could muster was ‘You’re way more handsome in person’, and you definitely were NOT saying that.

“Well I’m taking the ‘standing and staring but not saying anything’ as code for these are free real estate, so thank you”.

You finally snapped mustered up the ability to think and finally responded “Yeah sorry, they’re all yours, I was actually heading out”.

“So soon? You mean to tell me the musing of a bunch of old geezers isn’t the hottest place to be on a Friday night?” Tony teased, popping a mini quiche in his mouth.

You laughed, “Please, this is way too cool for me. I just came here to meet my sister, but she never showed, you probably kept her pretty busy”

His jaw dropped, “No way! Potts is your sister? I didn’t know she had family around here”.

Tony grabbed the plate of quiche in one hand, extending his free one in your direction, “I’ll take you to her. On the way you can answer my questions,” he paused and looked you straight in the eye, and you could feel your back start to sweat “I have about 100”.

Tony led you towards the elevators and up to the top floor , the whole time he was actually asking you questions about Pepper, not realizing he was actually serious. You struggled to focus on answers as the heat from his hand was all you could think about.

“Ok ok last one, are you absolutely certain Pepper is was a human child at some point and was not a factory built android”

A voice shouted from down the hall “I heard that Tony!” and a yellow stress ball came flying right after. Pepper poked her head out from an office a few doors down to see Tony catch the ball that was headed for your face.

“C’mon Pepper, what happened to aim? We almost had a civilian casualty here.”, he teased.

The two of you made it to her office where she had been typing away at something. Tony moved his hand to the small of your back as he stepped out of the door way, letting you enter first.

“Pepps when will you be done? I thought I was coming to see you?” You approached her desk, hugging her shoulders from behind as she worked.

“We’ll thank Mr. Stark over there, someone just had to cancel appearances we had already agreed to months ago and now I’m sending out apology emails.”

“To be fair, those things are a total snooze fest. Case in point, the senior citizen meetup happening downstairs ”, Tony chimed from the corner.

“We’ll then I guess I will just head home, there’s not a single news worthy story down there I could present to my boss and not get laughed out of the room”. You gave Pepper one last hug, thanked Tony for walking you up and heads back towards the elevator.

Before you got halfway there you heard rapid footsteps coming up behind you. You turned and Tony was there.

“Hey Y/N let me make it up to you. I kinda feel a little bad you came all the way here and didn’t see your sister. Since she’s working, can I at least drive you home?” For once it was sincerity and not sarcasm in his tone.

“It’s not big deal, I’m only about 15 minutes away if I take the subway”. You clicked the ‘down’ button on the elevator.

Tony reached, lighting touching the back of your arm. Heat instantly rushed to your skin where his fingers were lingering.

“I’ll give you an exclusive. Stark Industries is about to make a pivot and I’ll let you drop the story. How’s that sound?”.

You could not contain the smile on your face. Breaking a story like that, would literally change the trajectory of your career.

You brain was rapid firing as you were trying to form sentences “What-wh-why would you do that for me?”

Tony grabbed the camera bag from your hand, walking into the elevator that just arrived “Well because your Potts sister, first of all” he held the door for you as you entered the tiny space. “And I can’t let such a beautiful girl like yourself walk home alone at night when my driver is just right downstairs”.

You opened your mouth to object but Tony cut you off, “I’m only giving that story if I can make sure you get home safely”.

And so of course you obliged. You climbed in the back seat of his car, cheeks red as your mind lingered on Tony’s comment. You’d always found him attractive, as most women probably did. But there was something about knowing that attraction was reciprocated. It gave you butterflies watching him slide into the adjacent seat.

“So, Y/N, where to?”

In the first 15 minutes of the drive, Tony upheld his end of the bargain. He let you photograph him a few times, and answered all of your questions fully in depth. But then Tony started asking you the questions. You obliged at first, thinking it would make him more comfortable to keep talking about Stark Industries. But after awhile it felt less like an interview and more like a conversation with an old friend. The topics getting more and more personal.

So much so that you didn’t realize you had already parked in front of you apartment building. And had been for the last 2 hours according to the time on your watch. You also didn’t notice how close he had gotten. Your thighs were flush against one another and you could see the flecks in his brown eyes.

Your throat was suddenly very dry and you barely squeaked out, “Well I guess I should head upstairs”.

“You sure you want to?” Tony’s eyes bore into yours and you couldn’t look away.

You definitely didn’t want to, but you felt like you should. However you made no effort to move, it felt like you were frozen in your seat. Tony never took his eyes off you and you gulped. The proximity and sudden silence was making it the car hot.

“You’re doing that ‘staring but not speaking’ thing again” he chuckled, “It’s cute”.

If it was even possible you cheeks got even hotter, “Sorry I’m just trying to think here”.

Tony smiled, “Well here’s another option since you don’t seem ready to go home,” he slid his hand into your, kissing the back of it, “We can get a drink, keep talking”.

Tony lent forward, close enough that you could feel his breath fan across your face. Your breath hitched as his free hand cupped the side of your face.

“How’s that sound?” You nose filled with the sweet smell of mint as he spoke.

Still at a loss for words, you did the only thing you could think of in that moment and kissed him.

You thought he would’ve pulled away, but he leant in even more. He removed his hand from your and placed it on the other side of your face.

You two sat this kissing for what felt like forever, but it was just until you ran out of air.

Tony still had his hands on your cheeks, his thumbs rubbing circles against the soft skin, “Well I’m just gonna take that as a yes”.

*5 Months Later*

You and Tony were sitting at the back booth of one of his favorite places in the city. The two of you had decided it was best for you and your career that the topic of your relationship stay private.

Your palms were sweaty and you kept fidgeting and Tony noticed. He placed his hands over yours, making you look at him.

His brown eyes were soft, not a lick of worry to be found.

“What if she hates me?” Your voice laced with worry.

“If there’s anyone to hate here it’s probably me.”

The last few month have been absolutely amazing and not just with Tony.

The article you wrote using your conversation on that night really impressed your boss. It ran front page that Sunday on both print and online. You were finally offered a full time position after a month of busting your ass to prove you had more to say.

Tony, of course had been so ecstatic. He cancelled all his appointments and took you on a week long vacation to Greece to celebrate your promotion. It was there you really got to see Anthony, not Tony Stark the billionaire. That sarcastic facade he puts up was just for protection. He was extremely caring and noticed the smallest of details.

Once you two got back into the real world, you thought things would change, that he would be too busy to see you. But somehow he always always made the effort. He always managed to treat you to a date night at least once a week, sometimes as much as your schedule would allow. He’d surprise you with giant bouquets of flowers at work, making everyone in the office jealous. Eyebrows always raised at who the secret admirer could be.

You tried to keep your thoughts positive as you sit in the familiar restaurant but stress creeped it’s way in.

“I don’t know Tony, maybe we shouldn’t tell her. I think you still might have time to run out the back”, your eyes scanning the room for any signs of her.

Tony laughed, a sound that always soothed you. You took a deep breath and realized you were being a little ridiculous.

Tony lent across the table, taking his hand from your and placed it on your chin, “Hey look at me, you got nothing to worry about”.

Just as you calmed down you spotted her enter the restaurant. You waved her toward you table and stood as she approached. You met her half way and wrapped your arms around her.

“Y/N!! It’s been so long! I’m so happy to finally see you. That new job has been keeping you busy it seems”, she squeezed you tight and you chuckled nervously.

“I know Pepps, it’s been crazy. Why don’t we sit and catch up. There is someone I want you to meet”.

Pepper glanced toward the table you got up from and eyed the brown haired man “Oh, you didn’t tell me there’d be a plus one”.

You arrived at the table and your back was sweating profusely.

“Hey Pepper” Tony stood and pulled her in a hug.

You expected to see surprise or concern on her face but it was the opposite. Pepper was smiling profusely and your anxiety turned to confusion.

“Well finally, god it took you long enough” she said as she slid into the booth.

“What do you mean”, your asked.

“You two are finally being honest. I’ve been waiting for this ‘big reveal’ for months” she explained.

Tony on the other side of the booth laughed, “Well cars out of the bag I guess”.

You still were confused, you two had been so careful. Never walked out together. Tony paid off any paparazzi that happened to get a photo of the two of you together. He even had Jarvis routinely scour the internet and purge any photos that might’ve leaked.

“What? You thought you were that discreet?”Pepper spoke, noticing you still looked confused she continued, “I make Tony’s schedules for Gods sake. How many months doe you think it takes of the two coincidentally being unavailable at the same time for me to put two and two together”.

“Plus Tony never his his flower receipts, I called and got the delivery address and knew that was your apartment building”, She said before taking a sip of water.

It now clicked for you, realizing you hadn’t been as discreet as you thought. And you just laughed, for a good 30 seconds before they other two joined you.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You questioned your sister.

“I don’t know, seems like it was something you wanted to tell me in your own time, and it got Tony out of my hair” she laughed.

You nodded and the table fell silent.

Tony was the first to pipe up

“Now that we’ we gotten that over with, who’s hungry?”

[royalkay23]

This is a snippet of a new story I’m working on starring Carmelo Hayes. Let me know what y’all think. I’m open to ALL feedback😌😁

Club LOTE; is the hottest Club/Lounge in Atlanta. And tonight, it was victim to the Promo King Of the South, Carmelo Hayes.

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Carmelo entered the building trailing behind the bottle girls with his crew, dapping up some of the guys in the club and hugging the females while they snapped their pictures of him. Carmelo is one of the hottest male promoters in the Southern Region. Promoting through major cities like Houston, Miami, Nashville, and of course, the ATL. As he walked in with his boys, all I could see was him. That man knew he was the epitome of sexiness. He knows how much pull he has here, yet he keeps it humble and gracious.

My girl Nia and I go to the bathroom to fix our look after fighting and fussing to get into this club. I’ve never been to LOTE, so the atmosphere was pretty new to me, and the same goes for Nia. We decided to come out and Celebrate my new job offer. I became the Executive Content Producer for Essence Magazine. Which was always a part of my Top Two choices, and it wasn’t number two.

“Girl, I know you saw Trick's fine ass walking in with Melo. You already know what he does to me; seeing him doesn’t help Shit.” Nia groaned slightly before eagerly checking her lip gloss and fixing her makeup.

“Nia, you know exactly who I was looking at, so Trick was nowhere near my sightline.”

“Shay, please! Kiss my ass.”

“With pleasure!” I kiss my hand and slightly tap her butt. “Lucky you!” gleaming slightly before grabbing my purse and exiting the bathroom.

They laugh before doing a final look at their outfits and makeup.

As I walked out of the restroom with Nia, ‘How Deep’ by Jeezy blasted on the speakers as I got closer to Carmelo’s section.

Carmelo and I made eye contact for a few seconds, but it felt like time had stopped. I managed to send him a slew of my “ I would Fuck the shit outta you ” looks before turning away; he smirked kindly and then turned away before sipping his drink.

Nia and I decide to get some drinks before we dance.

“What’ll it be, ladies?” The bartender asked, ready to receive our orders.

“A tequila sunrise for her and a lemon drop Martini for me.”

“Alright, coming right up.” The bartender turns and starts making our drinks. Not too long after, she places them in front of us.

“Will that be Card or cash?” The bartender asked.

Before I could answer, a deep voice jumped in.

“Make that card. And keep my tab open; I’ll be back later. And whatever other drinks these beautiful ladies want, add them to my tab as well. Got it?”

“Of course, Melo heard you loud and clear.”

The bartender grabs the card, puts it in the tab folder, and puts it next to the computer.

“Oh, um…Melo?! You didn’t need to- “

He politely cut me off and said, “Yes, I did! Enjoy it, baby girl. And whatever it is you’re celebrating, congratulations!” He grabbed my hand & kissed it before walking back to his section.

I turned to Nia and was shocked by what had just happened.

“Girl…am I trippin', or did he just give you that sexy ass gesture? Shay, you better go snatch him up! You know that has been your ULTIMATE dream with Carmelo. Girl…GO MAKE YOUR MOVE!”

“Are you sure? He seems a little…preoccupied now.” A couple of females surround him while touching his chest, feeling every inch of his muscles. He eventually played along when the cameras came out and started recording.

I waited some time until they were done recording. But then more and more females wanted to do the same thing: a video or picture with Melo. I’ll record any and everything for work but not myself. I feel I’m not meant to be on camera but behind the scenes.

Thirty-Minutes Later

I do one last check with Nia before walking to his section. I got there, and this big ass linebacker of a security guard kept blocking my way into the section.

“Sorry, ma'am, no groupies allowed.” the guard blew me off by waving his hand, saying next, and then letting an ACTUAL groupie in the section.

“My nigga, I thought you said “No Groupies!” WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!”

“Uhm…HELLO?! Mr. Keep that tab open; a little help?”

I raised my arms in agitation, especially since the guard won’t let me in, but he let in all the Groupies. Not to mention I'm still drunk, trying to get into this section to talk to Melo. Ughh…Niggas irk my nerves.

“Yo Benni, she good man; let her up.”

He waved for me to come his way, and as I did, I ran into a few more females taking videos with him. So I had to think of something quick and painless to get his attention before my drunken buzz wore off.

“Aye man, y’all already know what it is and all it’s gone be. It’s yah boys, Trick & Melo, and we are out here at Club LOTE. We got the hottest DJ, the best drinks, and, most importantly, the finest ladies in the ATL. It’s still time to get in… so y’all slide on Down to The LOTE. It’s LIT!!”

Before the live ended, I gently grabbed Melo and passionately kissed him while the camera was still rolling. Suddenly, a slew of cameras popped out of nowhere, capturing our kiss. I release Carmelo from my hold before hurriedly grabbing Nia and making our way out of the club.

“Bitch…how much have you had to drink?” Nia shockingly said before we got into our Uber.

“Honestly,” *Releases drunken belch* Four Lemon Drops, three tequila shots and”

I drift off through my thoughts, displaying a face of worry.

“And what Bitch?” I take one last sigh before telling her I drove the boat with some Hennessy, which was the WORST decision I could’ve made while drinking.

“And…I drove the boat with a bottle of Henny.”

Nia looks at me in her ‘You done fucked up’ face; without saying a word.

“Keep your judgments to yourself, Hoe.” I beat her to the punch before she could say anything else slick.

“Well, I mean, the Henny did do its’ job. Shay, you made the first move and kissed Melo in front of EVERYBODY in LOTE and not to mention on LIVE. Those girls who were on LIVE were The Atlanta Shade Girls. They have over 500,000 subscribers on Instagram, and you will be the most talked about female in the city in the next 12 hours. So enjoy your last hours of freedom; this is the last bit of anonymity you will have in this city. After tonight, Melo did just like Twista & made you an Overnight Celebrity.”

What the Fuck did I just do?

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Let me know what y'all think 😌

[i-cant-stop-fandoming-help]

Rei Mekaru (and why I love her)

So i responded to someone’s instagram story, which was a picture of SDRA2 Rei, saying “hear me out” and that’s where it started.

Spoilers for both games under the cut.

cw for me simping over rei, abandonment, and both games’ chapter 6 trials

Okay. Okay. Not only is rei hot as hell, BUT. She is also quite fun to hurt. You can take her childhood, and how she was abandoned, and write/draw her suffering. You can also make her beat herself up. In this essay, I will explain how rei mekaru is the hottest and saddest bitch around

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Rei Mekaru has had some of the best character development i've seen in anything danganronpa related(Besides DRDT). She starts off as mean, with a somewhat holier-than-thou behavior, one could say. There's not really a reason for this that we know, at first. She is a teacher type, so surely she should be nicer? Now, we enter her backstory. On her character sheet, and in part of DRA chapter 6, we are informed about what seems to have caused such behavior; Abandonment. Rei Mekaru was 'abandoned' by her parents at a young age. Growing up to hate them, and even plotting a name change due to the aforementioned hatred. Seemingly keeping it out of spite. She grows up, going to schools and supposedly getting into college early (as, I believe, you need some sort of college degree to become a teacher/professor). From my understanding, she teaches away from her home country for a while, unaware that her parents have been searching for her for years.

Sooner or later, Rei receives a letter of acceptance from Hope's Peak, and moves back to her home country. She attends Hope's Peak with her 16 classmates, and remains distant. Calling them all "incompetents" frequently. Enter, the killing game. Rei's memories are wiped, and she doesn't remember her classmates. Another character sheet implies there was an attempted KG beforehand, but, because Yamato Kisaragi still had his memories, it had to be stopped and started again. She blocks herself off from everyone, barely even showing grief at the deaths of her classmates. Only when Satsuki Iranami reveals the reason for Haruhiko kobashikawa's death, and allows herself to die, does Rei begin to let go of the beliefs that built up in her childhood. She works with the others, even making a slight invention of her own so she can talk to them about things Monokuma might not like. When Mikako Kurokawa dies, on top of Rei, it seems Rei is shaking up. Talking in a somewhat slower manner.

“This girl……… has died.” The text has a few ellipsis in it, showing quite a long pause. This possibly leaves her more shaken than before, but she tries her best now to show it. Who knows what thoughts were in her head? Someone just died on her, after all. And then, Akane Taira is revealed as the mastermind('s assistant). That must hurt. Rei trusted Akane, including her in one the daily group talks. Perhaps Rei is good at hiding up her emotions, because I think a lot of people would break down and cry on the spot. The final trial, is where we first learn of her past. And where Rei first learns she wasn't abandoned. Her parents were in large amounts of debt, and had left a very young Rei in the care of her Aunt and Uncle. however, her Aunt and Uncle never showed up. Her parents just wanted her to have a good life, but her other family members could care less about her. She finds out that her parents spent years looking for her, and possibly she imagined them sobbing and calling out for her, or possibly she's trying to say this is false. Utsuro finally ends it off, stating that Rei's parents eventually went to Junko in hopes that she would tell them that Rei is alive. Supposedly dying sometime after. Rei wants to know more, but Utsuro refuses. And Rei falls into despair. I think, the new information is what made her personality change so much, in SDRA2.

Now, we move on to Chapter 6.5 of DRA. Of course, we only see her in the last few moments, but there's still a noticeable change. Emotionally, she shows sadness slightly more. Physically, she has her hair chopped off, and different glasses. When Ryutaro Maki asks about his sister, she looks aside. Sad, it seems. Now, it's small and unimportant to mention, but it's the first glimpse we see of her personality change. (from sdra2, that is)

Onto SDRA2. We first see Rei in the prologue, with her raising a gun to shoot Mikado. She still has this somewhat harsh personality, but wants to save others more. She is soon sent into a blaze of orange, and we are made to believe that she is dead. Until sometime in chapter 4, I believe. In chapter 4, i believe, we get a slight cameo. We can only tell it's her, from the outline. It seems she thinks that she is talking to Teruya Otori. (I am unable to find the scene lmao) "Akane Taira is alive." She says. It's here, we get to know that Rei is still alive. The next time we see her, is (i believe) the very end of chapter 5. In the same room to greet Yoruko Kabuya and Iroha Nijue when they awaken. It's unimportant, but it's how we know that the last sighting wasn't an AI or some shit like that. Chapter 6 comes, and boy oh boy do I love it.

She's shown to beat herself up constantly. When Teruya is mentioned in one conversation, she begins insulting herself and even calls herself pathetic. Rei believes that she should've just died. Let herself turn to ash. That way, Teruya would still be alive. When kokoro was revealed as Mikako's mother, she quiets down. Is it from flashbacks of the DRA chapter 6 trial? Or is she just shocked, and unaware of what to say? Her new personality is flaunted in SDRA2's chapter 6, I suppose. We still do get the cop-mocking ginger every now and again, though. She seems more forgiving, and like she has finally seen that people aren't just yins and yangs. Even accepting that Sora isn't quite Akane, and asking if she can refer to Sora as 'Sora' at the end of chapter 6. even promising to try and help Yoruko and Sora meet again. possibly because she doesn't want to see someone sad over someone they cared for again.

She quite possibly cared for Teruya deeply, and he could've been emotional support. or maybe, just a coworker, but the tragedy has made her more vulnerable to emotions. Either way, it's shown that she is less closed off about her emotions. And, possibly, has a harder time with sadness. Leaving her open for attacks on her mental state. Hence why she's a more complex character, but more fun to hurt. (hence why we should always make her go through 70 stages of grief) p.s. she's also hot as hell but you didn't hear that from me

[reading-wanderer]

A Compendium of Magical Artifacts

Chapter 8: Nevermelt Ice

Prompt: Freeze

AO3 Link

[The next page you pick not because there’s a picture or the name looks particularly interesting, but because the page was torn in half and a good chunk of the notes are just Missing. Looking at the next page reveals a different item entirely- some kind of branch with healing properties. The page itself doesn’t look particularly old or new compared to the ones around it. You decide to read through just to see if there’s anything particularly interesting hiding in what little is still there.]

Name: The Nevermelt Ice, The Core of Frozen Death

Description: The item looks like little more than a small blue-white ice cube. It’s looks are deceiving.

Known Abilities: Said to be the core of the most powerful ice ghost in existence, the stories and writings all seem to agree that the ghost obtained the power of True Cold [there’s a little arrow pointing to a note to the side that says only ‘is this suppose to be some kind of old fashioned reference to Absolute Zero?’] by defeating the primordial spirit/being/aspect of Ice in the Aether that makes up the lowest bounds of the infinite realms. The ghost was said to be incapable of truly containing its own power and would freeze everything within its sight solid— even stars were no match for its might.

Location: Currently held in Molten Core by the Living Fire clan of ghosts. [there’s another little arrow and note, this one saying, ‘I can’t tell if the “Living” bit is suppose to be ironic or not. Don’t comment on it just to be safe.’]

Notes: The item is rather underwhelming to see in person, to be honest. It looks no different than any other chunk of ghost ice. However, despite being stored in the hottest part of the ghost zone and surrounded by the Cage of Eternal Flame (see next page for more information), the ice causes an extremely noticeable drop in temperature in a fifty foot radius around it. Only an idiot would think of removing such a thing from its place. Unfortunately, the Infinite Realms seems to be chock full of them. The Living Fire Clan has a guard on it at all hours with a deliberately staggered changing of the guards.

It was a surprise that I was able to get an audience with them, let alone see the item in person. I was also able to enquirer about the story behind the core straight from the current leader. I will try to replicate it as best I can now that I’ve finally made it home.

The Ice core was apparently something of a loner or outcast among their peers, known for making trouble and escaping punishment. (They appear to be some kind of trickster archetype, though I am unable to discern if that was a later adjustment made to the story or if it was truly their personality.) They were often known as —

[The page cuts off there. The fact that most of the story is missing, and right as the ice ghost is being named, is suspicious as hell. You also double check the next page again. ‘Branch of the Haven’, not ‘Cage of Eternal Flame’. This page looks torn, not deliberately cut out, so you doubt that it’s the author trying to edit out something they weren’t meant to write down. Somehow, despite already knowing that the book has several different sets of pages in various states of wear and tear, looks like it’s been rebound a few times, and seems like it’s pages got put back completely randomly, you still thought that connected pages would be kept together. Turns out you were wrong. You start flipping through the pages more carefully.]

[imactuallyadog]

Oh boy. A post from me. Someone you don't know. Ah man. Where do I start?

I'll start with my job. I've been with this restaurant for close to two years now. It's located in Florida and is one of the hottest tourist traps, except they don't like being labelled as such. I used to love my job. I used to brag about my job so much. But things started changing just after a shift in one of the management positions. See, the manager I had at the beginning was really nice. Soft. Understanding. Laid back. Chill. Then a hurricane hit Fort Meyers and she had to relocate to help her parents. She had no idea when she would be back. A new manager came in and I got bad vibes automatically.

Now, I didn't have personal beef with this new manager until a couple months in. I sent an email to one of the assistant managers detailing everything that the actual manager said or did to me and included "If you ask a couple of my coworkers, they will also have horror stories." What this manager will do is state how much she does not like drama but then will purposefully take the pot, throw in some weird ass ingredients, and stir it with a smile on her face as she watches the pot boil. Separations started happening. Rumors began to fly and we all began questioning each other which made no sense. It became toxic. But that was just the beginning. They promoted someone to becoming a second assistant manager and everything got worse. The second assistant manager had been noticing things happening for a while and decided to speak out against it in a meeting with HR. However, the meeting ended with "You can either continue here as a cashier or you can leave." She decided to stay as cashier, in hopes that at least she'll get her bonus. She did not get any bonus. Adding on to this, the supervisors usually get a bonus. Half now, half in December. The supervisors ended up getting less than they had ever gotten vs the normal employees ended up getting more. I was a normal employee for about half the summer.

Adding on to this list, I know that in certain areas of this particular restaurant, tips are part of the job. In this certain area, we had tips for years. I mean years. However, our tips had gotten taken away. This manager that we work for in this particular area has said multiple times "You guys get paid way too much." At the time, I didn't understand why she would say that until it was revealed that supposedly, the money on the bonus checks came from Google Reviews. Now, that doesn't quite make sense because we had been making some bank before we switched systems and in the area of this restaurant I work in, we had been close to our sales of last year. So something isn't adding up here. We also had a "customer service test" to see how our customer service is. We ended up being the best area of this restaurant for our customer service. Me and the second assistant manager had gotten called out because we killed it. Then a week later our tips got taken away. Now, like I said, in certain areas of the restaurant, you tip. You don't NEED to tip in my area which happens to be retail. But the fact is.. why is the best place with customer service getting punished?

My favorite memory so far while working for this job is the fact that I recently shaved my head for no other reason than to just shave my head. I am a female. If you had a slight clue to who this is, you'll know now. I had recently volunteered to take pictures promoting stuff for this restaurant. Imagine my surprise when the person who took my pictures pulled me to the side and said that the owner's son said he liked the pictures but would prefer for someone else with LONG hair to model. It had nothing to do with my face tattoo or my neck tattoo. It had to do with my HAIR. It's a natural color that I dyed. But the problem was with how SHORT it was. According to this person, the GM of the restaurant stood up for me as well as the photographer. How sure I am that this is true? I'm not. The photographer is a Scorpio though and we know about SZA right? I love that queen to death but she can not tell the truth to save her life. SZA, not the photographer. Even if 5% of this was true, I need to get this out there. My fury has no bounds when it comes to this restaurant. I love working in restaurants but this.. Everyone fucks each other, everyone is two faced, everyone is coked up, and everyone sucks. But because I'm limited in my job choosings, due to having a face tattoo, it's taken a bit longer than I'd admit to quit.

I am angry. I am at a loss.

Cooperations do not care about your happiness and neither do greedy owned businesses. There are small businesses that do give a shit about you but this one in particular... They do not give a single shit about you. I can not wait to quit. They're gonna have to order a cease and desist letter because I will not be quiet.

[pentagonplus]

4 Things to do with your LinkedIn Profile

So, you’ve created a LinkedIn profile and now you’re here looking for tips on how to make yourself stand out?

You’re not alone – LinkedIn remains to be one of the hottest platforms for professional networking and job-seeking with over 830 million active users on the platform daily. An estimated 50 million people search for jobs on LinkedIn In weekly, but that doesn’t mean everyone finds the success they’re looking for.

Don’t worry though, we’ve compiled the 4 most important tips to make your LinkedIn profile instantly better. Let’s jump into it!

Upload a Professional Profile Picture

LinkedIn is NOT Facebook – no pictures of yourself on a beach sipping on a cool drink!

Your profile picture gives your profile viewers a first impression of yourself, and the professional image you portray at the workplace. ln fact, research from LinkedIn themselves shows that profiles with updated profile pictures gain 14x more profile views than profiles without – yeah, that much.

We recommend dressing for the job you want, having your back against a neutral or simple background, and smiling! You want to come off as “professional yet friendly”.

Attention-Grabbing Headlines

ln case you’re unfamiliar, “Headline” refers to the section of your profile just below your name.

LinkedIn usually pulls your current title and most recent company to fill in your headline by default to look something like “Recruitment Executive at Pentagon Plus”. But with 220 characters to spare, you could fit plenty more about yourself in your headlines to better describe yourself at a glance.

If you asked us, you should definitely include some keywords that best describe your skill set or expertise because recruiters look for specific words when recruiting for talents. For example, an expert performance marketer could have the headline “Performance Marketing | Creative | Google Ads – I’m a professional at creating marketing campaigns, then measuring their success in numbers”

Get creative, there’s plenty of space to try!

A Well-Written Summary

This is essentially your self-introduction – a window into your personality and what it’s like working with you.

There’s some debate around using bullet points or writing an essay on your story and which is more effective – it honestly doesn’t matter very much. What really matters is if you’ve effectively communicated what makes you tick as a person and if you’re relatable.

What tends to work best is communicating personality genuinely to attract companies with a culture you’d actually enjoy.

If you like professional environments and dislike getting too close to colleagues – write in the third person and keep it professional. If you like a fun, young company culture – then write with your own flair and the fun people will find you.

Experience Gained Throughout Your Career Journey

If you’ve got your profile picture, headline, and summary done well, you should have recruiters hooked and excited to read about your professional experience by now. Time to really impress them!

This is NOT your CV, don’t list down every single thing you’ve done. You want to keep things short and punchy – less is more. You only need 2 parts:

1. A description of your current/past jobs and the scope of your duties/responsibilities to give them some

2. Key achievements/results you produced in those positions to make them want to give you a call to ask more about how you made it

Don’t be modest, share about that target you overachieved last quarter or that Employee of the Month Award you won for overperforming on your KPIs. That’s what recruiters are hoping to see on every profile they view – give them something to call you and ask about!

If you’re a fresh graduate or perhaps haven’t made any notable achievements yet, you could talk about the challenges you faced on the job and how you overcame them – that counts as a win too!

Bonus Point! Fill in Your Skills Section.

Because you’re the special one who read this till the end, we’ll let you in on a big tip.

According to LinkedIn, profiles with 5 or more skills listed are 33x more likely to be messaged by recruiters – that’s a massive advantage.

Just make sure the skills you’ve listed are industry-specific and reflect the skills you demonstrated on the job.

There you have it, you came for 4 tips but walked away with 5. These tips won’t be useful if you don’t apply them to your profile – so make sure you take action once you’re done reading this!

If you’d like more tips on how to be more attractive to recruiters on LinkedIn, we have a team of career coaches in Pentagon Plus! As one of the top recruitment agencies in Malaysia, we can help you become a star candidate for your dream roles given our 12+ years of experience dealing with hiring managers and candidates.

Drop us an email at siumei@pentagonplus.com to get started.

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