#(kidding)..

[thatoneautistic]

just add it to the comp. of angela messy with amanda/amanda’s watch lmaoo

[notbxnny]

i like the unconfirmed early 2000s to mid 2010 setting to passeneger. makes it plausible that when randy gets really overwhelmed by work he goes home and plays cooking/fast food flash games on the computer so he can have a do-over in a controlled environment where he doesn’t have to smile or talk or worry about getting something wrong or bothering anyone. the same mindless repetitive tasks he takes reprieve in without all the added pressure. it takes months after theyve quit for him to admit this to benson who is delighted by how remarkably pathetic he finds it

[hansoeii]

surprisingly, viktor is quite the hugger. Only jayce knows this, of course.

[yhwcomeback]

How I think each of the ninja would dress Lloyd

Zane: Just wants Lloyd to feel as comfortable as possible, and it's basically Lloyd old outfit with a few fixes

Nya: Saw it on Pinterest and thought it was the cutest thing

Cole: He let Lloyd look at his clothes until they both had matching outfits

Kai: Just wanted a mini version of himself to hang out

Jay: Swears this is the type of thing he used to wear when he was a child (got heavily judged for it)

[norcigs]

SAME TIME? (CAM BUNNY .ᐟ ᢉ𐭩 pt 3)

previous part series masterlist

synop: you and lando explore your connection a bit furthur

warnings: smuuut, with plot, dom!lando, sub!reader, m and f masterbating, praise, vry light degrading, some pet play, use of bunny whore slut doll and others, ownership

🍸: 5.1k words (spoiling you guys)

his big hands sat steady and tight on your waist. you were straddling him, but he was keeping you still and up right while he pistoned his cock into you. he held you in position, leaning over top of him so he could bend his knees to fuck you better. he would pull down on your hips every so often to give you a harder thrust and hit that spot that drove you crazy. he didnt even need to look up, didnt need to see you– he knew he would finish far too quickly if he did. he stared straight ahead at his hands on his girls hips. fucking her like she needed him to. really, he didnt think about his own pleasure at all, once you started gripping at his shoulders and whining into his neck for more. he was concentrated. completely focused. his brows furrowed as he grunted under you, his muscles burned and he needed a rest. but he didnt care, even as a layer of sweat coated his whole body. he just kept fucking you. he just kept making you feel like only he could, you were his after all.

suddenly you were collapsing onto him, and you felt light as a feather. almost like you weren't there. with your face tucked into his neck he was able to see the room again. the lights were fuzzy… or was he that exhausted? he didn't feel your waist in his hands anymore. he saw that they were there, still in place, but he didnt feel them. he was a bit dazed but this felt different, like being lost in a house you've lived in your whole life.

he kissed your shoulder and allowed his hands to trail to your lower back before he let his eyes close. just a slow blink, but when his eyes opened again, you were gone. he wasn't naked anymore, and the harsh slap of reality came when he finally heard the blaring noise coming from his alarm clock.

this was the third night in a row lando had dreamed of you. he didn't mind it, the downside of waking up with a solid cock was outweighed by any time he got to spend with you. it was stupid, he knew that, having a crush on some random girl he knew nothing about. he just, he didn't care. for whatever reason, you were the thing his dick, mind, and heart, kept finding its way back too. and those three had never agreed on someone before.

he drove faster, he worked quicker, kept himself busy with things to do so the days he couldn't see you would pass. the frustration that bloomed from his dick made him brake later and hit more apexes. you made him better. people started asking “what’s happened to you” or “what changed” and his excuses were lame and not believable. especially when his engineers constantly had to snap him back into a conversation from his daydreaming.

this week started the european triple header. Emilia-Romagna first, with Monaco hot on its heels. preparation had been crazy, and while lando had been driving his best, his head wasn't exactly in it the whole time. his thoughts had shifted from eating you out to eating team dinners with you. he thought about bringing you with him to work, having you sit pretty and wait for him just incase he needed a kiss. he thought about having you in his arms any time he was talking to someone. your back pressed to his front, with his arms draped over your shoulders so no one ever doubted who you belonged to.

as he shut the door of his apartment behind him, his chest hummed with excitement. wednesday night. he gets to see his girl. today’s training was particularly sweaty so he got in the shower and got himself ready for you. washing his hair and cleaning under his nails like some school boy with a crush. choosing his pajamas with what he thought you might like in mind. his constant refreshing of your page throughout the week had, unsurprisingly, not magically caused you to appear. but tonight it would. you had a date. “same time wednesday” was the promise that echoed in his head as he laid his computer to the side waiting for that time to roll around.

his dick was already getting hard with want. desire filling him so far up he had to take deep breaths to slow his heart rate. he had to actively try and clear his mind as flashes of your tits, or hands, or wet cunt flickered through his thoughts like you were haunting him. or blessing him, or somewhere beautiful between the two. he opened his eyes with a sigh as he gave up on trying to will his cock to soften.

CAMBUNNY HAS JUST WENT LIVE!

the notification popped up in the top right corner of your profile and he clicked in with no hesitation. he was in too deep to play the nonchalant game. he was waiting for you, and he didnt care if you knew. hell, he was sitting in his apartment, alone, wearing the cologne he thought you would favor. your cam came up full screen, in the same position as last time, close to the bed. he had grown really fond of your fairy lights and barely pink painted walls. he felt a quick pang to his heart when he didn't see you on screen.

where are you baby? he asked himself in his head, almost pathetic. he heard a moment of static, like something being plugged in or turned on, and then your voice, sugary sweet and dripping with beauty.

“four?” you questioned from outside of the frame. you knew it was him, or at least assumed it was. broadcasting yourself live to anyone, and your first thought was of him. his cock standing up higher as he tried to not convince himself he owned you. but your obedience was making it really difficult.

HI BABY

he typed quickly, not wanting you huffy about slow responses. and you were fucking giggling. soft, and genuine, you giggled into the mic, at the pet name, or at whatever was causing you both to be so drawn to the other.

“you joined before i finished getting set up, gimmie one minute” every inflection you put into speaking sent a chill up his spine. you were so real, so individual, so exquisitely you.

TAKE YOUR TIME DOLL

“remember the surprise i told you about ?”

OF COURSE I DO

“okay well i have it on, but its nothing big, so, i just dont want you to be disappointed” your voice trailed off with that innocence that made lando want to kiss you gently or fuck you stupid.

TRUST ME, YOU COULD NEVER DISAPPOINT ME

a quick sigh escaped you, and he tried not to think about your heart racing, wanting to make him proud. it felt like time moved in slow motion as you finally breached the edge of the camera frame. first your hand and arms, bare. then as you slowly crawled to the center of your bed, revealing yourself, your surprise, his mouth dried up and dick pulsed like it might have a heart of its own.

a black leather body suit adorned your figure. the thick leather looked tight and pushed your breasts up where they might spill out if he had his way with you. it was strapless, collar bones on full display– a part of your body he was growing oddly fond of. his eyes trailed down at a snail's pace, like he could drink you in, or like, if he moved too quickly he might finish in his own shorts untouched. black tights under the garment came out and covered your legs, sheer enough to see skin, but modest enough to keep him guessing. crawling across the bed on all fours, back arching, you shook your butt just briefly to show off your tail. a white cotton puff sat right where your perky ass was hardly confined by the skimpy bodysuit. you moved to bend your knees and sit back on your ankles. the last detail finally in frame, a matching black leather collar with silver charms spelling BUNNY. stars pricked the outside of lando’s vision as he really tried to remain composed.

“well what do you think” your voice pulled his floating thoughts back to reality. he wanted to fucking eat you. or worship you. he wanted you bent over, pulling your hair, and giving him what he wanted. or he wanted to sit at your feet and beg you to let him taste your cunt. this tug of war his head played with only made his dick warmer and hips more eager.

YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN I HAVE EVER SEEN

and he meant it. as his eyes traced over every inch of you begging to find a flaw. something that could stop his heart from only beating when it thought about you. he couldnt. you sat there, looking like a holy relic, asking him if he liked it? hands folded in your lap like the sweetest little thing. reaching up to move your hair over your shoulders to behind your back. gentle and graceful, showing more of your chest and shoulders. his lips tingled as he thought about leaving scattered kisses along the soft skin. he thought about taking his time with you, really savoring you, appreciating all that was his.

and you giggled at his message, air leaving your lungs like what he said was impossible. like you really didnt know how divine you were to him. like everytime he saw you, he didnt have to question whether or not you were a dream. like something painted by stars and carved by the moon.

“play with me” your soft voice threaded through your mic and straight to his soul. pouting with wet pathetic eyes he didnt even need to see. you were getting fidgety, as his admiring made time move a lot slower on his end.

GETTING NEEDY BUNNY?

“dont tease me, i got all dressed up for you” you whined. and his hand was wrapped around his dick before he could even blink. for him? you did this for him. he thought about his hand replacing your collar and teaching you what it really meant to be owned.

WANNA SHOW ME WHAT A GOOD GIRL YOU CAN BE?

your head was nodding quickly, shame leaving you as it shifted to heat in your face and clit.

GET YOUR TOY AND TURN AROUND

you reached under your pillow, visions flickered in his head as he thought about you desperately rutting against your vibrator late at night, shoving your own face in your pillow to keep quiet. you quickly shifted to have your butt facing the camera, leaning down and arching your back for him. the body suit had little latches where it could be undone right where he might need easy access to you. you laid down onto your elbows, letting you arch further. he could see you now. all of you. you faced away from him, so he couldnt see your face, but he could see your whole figure. all of you at once, the full picture finally completed. had he not been squeezing his tip like it might escape he would have finished like a virgin at nothing but your back arching.

your hands moved between your legs, and you separated the two clasps that held your body suit together over your cunt. pulling it up, he could see your glistening pussy. the tights were just sheer enough for him to see your clit, sweet slit, and the wet spot you left against the fabric. this was the first time he had seen your cunt, really seen it. next to the simmering desire in his belly, was a twist of possession. thats my girl, thats my fucking pussy.

HEAVEN

he told you simply. which is exactly what it felt like. the pool of warmth churning in his crotch was nothing compared to the euphoria he felt in his head at the sight of you. you breathed deeply, shaky and uncontrolled. he saw your hand reaching back to your his pussy with the vibrator now turned on. just as you rested it against the soft bud, burning with want, you saw his message.

DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO DO THAT BUNNY?

you shut it off and snapped the vibrator away from yourself as quickly as you could– not even hesitating. “n-no sir, m sorry” you whimpered, muffled slightly by your head hanging closer to the bed now. your ass pressed more towards the camera, hips straining like it hurt for him to not be there fucking you. obedient. it made his head spin. in your room, with your vibrator, and your cunt. listening to him. behaving.

“please four… please it– it hurts i need you” you clawed at the sheets in front of you. voice exasperated and he knew what you meant. he felt it too. like an itch so deep it could never be scratched. as good as this felt, as good as you looked, he wouldnt be completely satisfied until he felt his cock sink into your velvet pussy. until he placed his hands where your thighs met your hips and jerked your cunt back against him. your whining raked through him as he didnt have it in him to be mean to you anymore.

GO ON, PUT ON A GOOD SHOW FOR DADDY

he regretted calling himself that for a split second, until your moan roared back at him through his laptop. nodding your head and replacing the buzzing toy to your most intimate area. relaxing instantly your voice was a purr as you choked out soft moans from the pleasure. his dick found a steady rhythm, one he liked, until he noticed how your hips moved back and forth ever so slightly. rocking so gently, you could miss it, if you didn't watch with the care that lando did. you fucked yourself against your vibrator. even in this position, you couldnt help but think about being fucked like a whore. spread open around his cock, desperate to be controlled. now his hand matched your pace– though, if he ever got his hands on you, his pace would be a hell of a lot more ruthless than yours.

he spit on his own hand. something he hadn't done before alone, but his hand didn't feel nearly as good as your leaking cunt looked. he thought about how you might drool on his cock while you sucked him, before he pulled you off and used your pussy to finish. the unease he felt about his own spit on his dick left almost instantly as his pumps felt just a fraction more like what he thought your cunt would feel like. you were messy, tights ruined with wetness, as you let noises fall from your mouth and worked your clit like you were

MADE FOR ME

he told you. like most of his messages, he felt as if it went straight to your clit. between the blurry wetness of your tights he could see you clench around nothing. yearning for him.

“mhm made jus fo’you daddy” you slurred with none of the innocence he had become accustomed to. no, this was you at your most vulnerable. completely in the palms of his hands. yanking his dick at the thought of it, you telling him your pussy was made for him. like spreading your legs was all you ever wanted, turning your brain off and just letting him lay claim to you.

his dick was fucking twitching. what was it about you that drove him so fucking crazy. he couldnt hold himself together. the only solace being how your thighs clenched, and he knew your body well enough now to know you were just as close as he was.

CAN YOU DO ONE SETTING HIGHER FOR ME BABY?

your high pitched mmphm was completely lost to the pillow covering your mouth but your other hand clicking the smaller button on your toy was a good answer for him. he wanted, needed, you to feel good. to watch pleasure shriek through your body. he wanted you to feel the best you ever had– with him there. he wanted you to know only he could make you feel like this. wanted your body to lose itself and your mind to trust him enough to choose the stopping point.

you sounded pathetic. delicious, and entirely pathetic. you made noises that sounded more like scripture to lando. you looked like something he would kneel before and pray to. he pumped his cock to you. to the pace of your moans now, they were faster, more like how he would fuck your cunt. his eyes wanted to lull him under, sink into the vision of you really being ruined by his dick, so he could finish. but the idea of missing even a moment of the show you were giving him made his eyelids strain to stay open.

I KNOW BABY, ITS TOO MUCH FOR YOUR SWEET CUNT, I KNOW, JUST TAKE IT FOR ME BUNNY

he was talking you through it. the way your voice sounded ragged and losing the poise of your usual pretty little moans. you were gone. body completely at the mercy of your clit, at his mercy. he couldn't imagine anything being in your little head but his instructions. you sobbed at the almost overstimulation from your vibrator. his innocent little girl. like you hadn't ever experienced this much before… like you had never tried to allow yourself this level of euphoria. but with him, you listened, let him decide, you did as you were told. your slit was clenching more now, reading his messages, knowing you were in good hands, he had you.

“m so– cn i cum please four, can i cum for you” you begged as your body shook. asking him permission for when you were allowed to finish. like a pet. that same blush of pride swelled in his chest as you asked him to tell you what you could or couldn't do with your his body.

HOLD IT SLUT

he couldn't help himself. not when you were so willing to be broken. he hated being mean to you, really he did, but the way your body clenched and loosened like a whore; he couldn't help it. tsk tsk sweet thing, if you weren't such a nasty slut, daddy wouldn't have to be so mean to you. you did as he told you. bunched fists of your sheets as your body was nearly spasming trying to keep from finishing. sobs wrecked through you, as the pillow covering your mouth did little to muffle them now. completely fucking dazed you were mumbling “please” and “wan cum for you” like a manifestation. like the only thing that could make you finish was his fucking permission.

his dick burned, hot and angry against the inside of his fist. clenching tighter around his length like he thought your pussy would. he thought about bucking himself into you as you sobbed like this, completely out of control and in his hands. he thought about making you watch him destroy you. making you watch yourself beg him to destroy you. his hand pumped his cock with every bit of strength he had. watching you fall apart for him.

“four plea–”

LET IT GO BUNNY

your orgasm blared through your body like an earthquake. you shook and convulsed as you tried to keep yourself up right and your cunt open. the scream you let out was almost inhuman. you couldnt think anymore, fucked completely stupid, there was nothing in you except selfish pleasure. brain mushy as you had never pushed yourself this far before. your vision went hot and white. sensations spread from your cunt to the top of your head and bottom of your feet. you couldn't tell where one part of your body ended and the other began. vibrations waved throughout your stomach and left a buzzing feeling on your skin. dizzy as you clenched around your emptiness and moaned his number like a plea to your god.

watching you gently tip off the mountain he had carried you to, sent him diving off straight after you. hips straining up as he yanked thick spurts out of his cock. cumming with a grunt down his own pajamas. hand dragging to force more white from his tip. teeth gritted together as he watched you shake while you finished together. leaving this world, for one of more bliss, at the same moment, hand in hand. it was then, his balls pulsing with a primal hunger, he realized, you owned him. as much as he thought of your sweet cunt as his. his cock belonged to you. red with a heat only you commanded, weak with an ache only you could satiate. as his head slipped back into the bliss of his high he thought, fucking slut. but even he wasn't sure which of you two he was referring to.

your sobbed moans had softened now. still dreamy and collapsed onto your bed, lando came down quicker than you did. at least, he willed himself to. if he was the one getting you so lost, he wanted to make sure he was always there to carry you back home. it didn't seem fair to make you stupid and then tell you to think by yourself right after. no, he would take care of you until you were ready. still fluttering with his own high, he told you

DID SO GOOD FOR ME, MY SWEET THING

still whining and clenching up every now and then, you hummed with an air of ease.

LISTENED SO WELL AND MADE ME SO PROUD

“you drive me crazy” slurred out of you with a sleepy and perfectly drained voice. he lingered at the thought of how much of a mess you would be after he finished with you. after he gave you more than you ever thought you could take. how you might curl up onto his chest, just wanting to be as close as possible. he shook off the image of your hearts beating in sync with one another. he blinked away the thought of you perfectly fitting in all the places he didn't even know were empty. “did you. . .” you tried to finish, trailing off with that same innocence that curled around his ribs like smoke, sweet and suffocating.

DID I WHAT? NEED BIG GIRL WORDS.

this give and take, the pull to his push, your melody to his harmony, different beats but mixing to a beautiful song. the dynamic was unspoken and yet, natural. like lightning and thunder of the same storm. he lead, you followed, you performed, he watched, you spoke, he listened, he pushed, you obeyed. completing one another like a tale as old as time.

the pitiful hmph you responded with was maddening. “did you, y’know, like did you finish too” you asked, quick and shy. falling apart for him like a whore and then being embarrassed to ask if he finished. sweet fucking girl, what am i gonna do with you.

YOU THINK I COULD CONTAIN MYSELF WITH HOW YOU LOOK FOR ME RIGHT NOW?

your giggle was softer now, more gentle, with that tired, loopy look that drenched your whole form. “sometimes…” you adjusted to be sitting back on your ankles again “you talk about me…” you turned around to face him, breasts hardly kept in by the crooked bodysuit “like you own me” you finished.

lando dropped his head back to the top of the couch, eyes nearly rolling. because, he did, he did talk about you like that, and you knew it. his shoulders tensed for a second as your mouth parted to continue “...and” he stared as you cocked your head to the side “...it gets me really fucking worked up” you purred, sounding better than sex itself.

YOU'RE MINE, FEEL LIKE YOU WERE MADE JUST FOR ME.

he thought to stop there but the heat in his cheeks and post nut clarity took over and he added

I MISS YOU WHEN YOU'RE GONE

a glimpse at his heart. a moment too intimate to fall behind the “watcher, player” mask. the dynamic leaking deeper into both of your muscles than you tried to let it.

“i miss you when i'm gone” your tone a whisper of something, like a secret. both of you dancing on the edge of a blade. knowing this is wrong, dangerous even. but being too dissolved in the electricity to care about the current pulling you out too far.

lando thought he could cry. if all the lights were out, and this moment was frozen, maybe he would. a sizzling in his chest as you sat more relaxed, thinking that's his girl, she belonged to him. his eyes finally blinked after not realizing how long he had gone without one. his eyes darted around the screen, shy now, avoiding eye contact with your breasts. he saw a new button at the bottom of your layout.

WANT TO TIP CAMBUNNY?..<3

it read and he clicked it without hesitation. deciding how much was trickier than he thought it would be. it being too little wasn't really a fear, it was the other end of the spectrum that worried him. how much would scare you away? or make you ask questions? he wanted to give you his credit card and follow you around while you bought anything you wished for.

FOUR HAS TIPPED CAMBUNNY €500!

popped up in chat the second he hit send, almost embarrassingly fast.

MAYBE BUY SOMETHING PRETTY FOR ME?

he thought adding the prompt would make you feel more validated in accepting the money. he didn't want you to feel like you had to do anything extra in your streams since he paid you. he liked what you were comfortable with. and clearly you liked getting dolled up.

“wh- wait whoa thats way too much, how can i refund that?” you asked as you frantically moved towards the camera off your bed.

DONT. LET ME SPOIL YOU

“does that make this hotter for you, four” a smirk laced your tone as you teased him. he smiled at you like a dumb kid. each time you two did this together, the walls came down just that little bit further. the connection lighting a spark in a forest, waiting to catch on fire. “ok, but i don't want to end up on BBC with ‘man loses everything due to cam girl addiction’ as the headline” you finished with air quotes, teasing still.

I PROMISE NOT TO GIVE ANYTHING I CANT AFFORD

it was corny. flexing his wallet like he had something to make up for. he didn't. but maybe, this did make it hotter for him. treating you good, spoiling his girl, taking care of you. this was a part he liked just as much as what happened between your legs. this is what made laying awake missing your weight atop him a little easier. made thinking about kissing your tears away and telling you how much he loved you less heart breaking.

GOT TO TAKE CARE OF MY GIRL

my girl. his girl. my girl. his girl. my girl. his girl. separated by everything, yet repeating identical mantras in your heads as you thought about the other.

“do you– if you– are you free tomorrow?” you tried to choke back the stutter but he heard it. lapping it up. liking how he affected you, no matter the context. thursday before a race weekend… he wasn’t really free tomorrow. but part of them both knew he was never going to tell her no.

FOR YOU, ALWAYS

“i was just thinking i could maybe go live again tomorrow, even though it's off schedule” you said, sitting at what he assumed was the desk where your camera or laptop sat. chest fully in front of the camera, and he could see a little sliver of your chin at the top of the frame. the wall dropping. “like around the same time? 9 pm CET?” you questioned as your head stayed trained towards your chat box… waiting for him. going out on a limb and being scared he might snap it off.

I'LL BE HERE DARLING

soft pink crawled over your exposed skin as you huffed happily through your nose. your hand reached towards where you usually ended the stream. snapping it back like you realized something cosmically important.

“wait last thing–” you spoke quickly, hoping he hadn't already clicked off. the possibility of that had never even crossed his mind. “what's your favorite color?” you asked.

a more loaded question for lando than you likely intended. his fingers moved before his instincts. before he had the chance to catch himself, to reconsider. if his wall was dropping low enough you might be able to peek over it, he didn't seem to mind.

ORANGE

no hesitation either. really, his favorite color probably wasn't orange. but it was his color. as much as four was his number and you were his girl. if there was any chance of seeing you covered in orange, covered in him, he was taking it.

“got it” you whispered like you heard something he had never told anyone. like you would memorize anything he told you as if it was sacred. your hand raised steady to just outside of the camera’s view, right where he pictured your lips would sit. then, he heard a kissing noise followed by a ‘pop’ sounding like punctuation. extending your hand and blowing it towards the camera, towards him. he felt his cheek warm on the right side like it landed there. completely stupid, yet content at the idea, he raised his fingers to softly ghost over the spot and savor something invisible. your cam went dark and the screen flashed white

CAMBUNNY HAS ENDED HER LIVE!

slowly, he found the strength to walk back to his bathroom, wanting to clean himself off. despite this being the third time he was washing one pair of pants after just seeing you, lando was elated. buzzing and churning in a way he had never experienced. thinking about carrying you to the shower and washing your hair. thinking about leaving kisses in the shape of his 4 on your tummy. heart skipping at him remembering he can see you tomorrow. hands sweating so little he convinced himself they weren't, but you had told him 9PM CET, Central European Timezone. his timezone. you shared a timezone, somehow, despite that still meaning you could be thousands of miles away, it made you feel a little bit closer. like he could feel your warmth peaking over the skyline, like the sun might during sunrise.

[ronihilator]

this meme but adashi..... nyeheh 😈

[rotten7rat]

Just gonna leave this here

[sarafroot]

I wanna see more androgynous cait I feel like people tend to portray her super put together and feminine but in my mind it’s because we’re so used to seeing her in uniforms

She doesn’t really come off as a fashionista to me. I used to think she was but now im like waittt. Like you’re telling me that if she existed RIGHT NOW in this society she wouldn’t wear the same sweater for a week straight to maximize efficiency. Righttt….

[qvert]

Well would you look at that! Everybody in cozy sweaters! BALANCE :D

[michsmeesh]

haiiiiii its me again!!!!!!!!! haiiii hellooo

drawing this took the last surviving nerve i had so im gonna go sleep now gn ♥

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[thatoneautistic]

raw. next question- SORRY WHAT WHO SAID THAT?????

[krysial]

fuck listeners that overwork themselves, gimme a listener that can never get shit done. gimme a listener that struggles to get out of bed because the thought of doing things is so physically exhausting. gimme a listener who cannot and will not do work until someone drags their ass to their desk and tries to help them focus. gimme a listener with executive dysfunction

for those telling me about treasure, i honestly don’t know shit about them since i haven’t listened to porter’s playlist at all LMAO

[butteronabun]

imagine a scenario with diluc where it’s just. the two of you. together. in a room. or maybe somewhere, like the balcony, or inside diluc’s car parked in the middle of nowhere, or just somewhere really, where it’s just you two.

and you’re just. sharing one sweet moment with one another.

shy smiles. soft laughter. subtle tender gazes. and very, very, very intimate.

die for you is playing in the background, and eventually, as it reaches the chorus—

you feel yourself leaning in; diluc follows, slowly tilting his head, and as the weeknd sings out a even though we’re goin’ through it, and it makes you feel alone—

diluc’s phone fucking rings.

of course.

and the moment is shattered as you two flinch. as if you’re both back to reality.

wide-eyed, you stare at each other, and for five seconds, diluc sighs in frustration, and takes the call anyway. he turns around to answer it with evident irritation (oh the poor person on the receiving end of sir diluc’s call), and you—speechless you—can’t help but chuckle another five seconds later at the cockblock.

though you can’t deny how your heart’s pounding wildly inside your chest. your lips almost touched.

after his call. . . will you guys kiss again?

[leashybebes]

fuck it friday

alriiiiight, tagged by @bidisasterevankinard, thank you beloved. here's some mostly dialogue i wrote in a fugue state over my lunch break inspired by things 👀👀👀(🤡)

Hen waves her hand in a keep him talking gesture and Buck nods, squeezing Tommy's hand.

"I'm so sorry," Tommy sobs. "God, in a - in a lifetime of shitty decisions, it was the worst mistake I ever made. Evan - Evan, I'm so sorry. You made me so happy. You woulda made me so happy if I just - fuck - if I just let you."

"Hey, hey, c'mon. It's okay. I got you, Tommy, it's okay."

Tommy tries to shake his head, and Buck braces him to stop him.

"Listen," he gasps out. "Listen to me. You didn't do anything wrong. You're brave and you're beautiful and you're - you're so good, Evan. It wasn't your fault. You didn't - you didn't do anything wrong. You don't need to feel guilty or - "

"H-hey, stop it," Buck says. "We're not doing that. I know you're a movie guy, but we're not doing dramatic goodbyes, okay? We'll talk. We'll talk in the hospital, okay?"

Tommy's teeth are chattering. He looks grey. But he's determined to get more heartbreaking words out, apparently, so Buck squeezes his hand and soothes him through it.

"'m s-s-so s-s-s-self-ish," Tommy says.

"What? What do you mean?"

"I'm so - Evan, I'm so glad you're here."

"Hey, hey, me too. Wouldn't be anywhere else. Just hold on, babe, it's gonna be - "

"So - so glad I got to s-s-see y-y-you." Tommy laughs wetly, and it makes an awful noise rattle through his chest. "'m such - such an asshole."

"No you're not, Tommy, of course you're not."

Tommy's eyelids flutter, and then they close.

"No, n-no, come on, Tommy, eyes on me, baby please," Buck begs.

"On three," Hen says, and Chim shoves Buck aside to help her.

Tommy's hand falls from his, and Buck tries not to think about last times.

no pressure tags for @beanarie, @ambernotember, @hyperfocusthusly

[osamiiya]

tw//intoxication, swearing

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Iwaizumi rarely got drunk. In fact, he was often the designated driver when the Seijoh alums went out for a drink to “catch up”.

But, rarely doesn’t mean never.

You had been working late, laptop resting on your lap as you looked through emails and documents that your coworkers had sent you last minute. Then, the text came.

Or rather, photo.

The [image attached] message popped up on the top right corner of your computer, then followed by a text saying “your husband?” Slightly confused, and amused, you open the text to see your husband, staring down into his glass with furrowed eyebrows.

You’re quick to answer Matsukawa that you’re on your way before making your way out of bed and into the car.

Iwaizumi would never hear the end of it if he had to be dropped off at home by one of his friends, and besides, drunk Iwaizumi is a rare occurrence.

Parking is easy, not very many people drive to the bar, and it’s easy to find the group you’re looking for. You swear you can hear Oikawa’s laugh from outside.

As you approach the group, you hear the tail end of their conversation.

“…besides, we knew he would be the first to get married.”

Oikawa makes a wounded noise.

“I had a girlfriend in high school!”

“And look where that got you.”

Hanamaki snorts at Matsukawa’s retort and takes a sip of his drink.

Iwaizumi’s back is to you, and he’s still hunched over his drink, albeit quietly. You open your mouth to greet them when Iwaizumi finally mumbles.

“I miss y/n.”

The table freezes as they turn to Iwaizumi, watching his eyes well with tears as he traces the rim of his glass.

“Shit, we got him too drunk.” Oikawa’s on damage control, not seeing you approach the table as Matsukawa texts on his phone, most likely to you if the vibration of your phone means anything.

“Look! Y/n!” Oikawa yelps, pointing to you as you wave, finally having gotten their attention.

Iwaizumi turns to you and your heart clenches at the sight of his red rimmed eyes that grow wider at the sight of you.

“Y/n.” He breathes out, blinking slowly.

You quickly say your goodbyes to the table, scooping up your husband into your arms as best you can, making sure that the other men at the table have a way home.

The way home is quiet as Iwaizumi sways slightly in his seat.

“I’m drunk.” He mumbles as the two of you stumble into your shared apartment.

“I can see that.” You grunt, pulling off his shoe.

“I love you.” He whispers, hand coming up clumsily to cup your cheek.

“I can see that.” You smile.