[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔: received: johann ] yeah well you're also ceo of the stinky butthole corporation
[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔: johann. ] wow, you’re being harsh. what’s the matter with you? has no one gave you any attention lately? haha.
[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔: received: johann ] shut up i'm gonna poke you in the pee hole
[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔: johann. ] you’re drunk. malibu with milk? you’re such a lightweight.
[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔: received johann ] WHAT KIND OF PSYCHOPATH DO YOU THINK I AM OBVIOUSLY I USED MILK :3
[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔: johann. ] i am a psychopath. go to bed dreyman before i put you to bed myself.
@flmed unhinged text messagess meme
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@flmed , jo trying to convince akina and her cat that they should keep the ferret . 🙄 they'll scratch him .
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monster & ghost :')
OC ASKS: not so nice edition.
status: accepting.
monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?
answered here!
ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?
her past does, more specifically all the things she went through as a teenager: falling in love with a grown man and having a relationship with him, and all the abuse that followed it. in a lot of ways, she still hasn't fully processed it. it took pat years to acknowledge it as abuse and not just a love affair gone wrong, and even after this realization she still alternates between (rightfully) feeling angry and disgusted, and fooling herself into thinking she had any control over the situation.
she handles it quite poorly, often feeling like what happened still dictates her behavior and her decisions even now, over a decade later. fantasizing about revenge is one of the only things that brings her comfort, but even then it won't erase what happened and the likelihood that this will continue to haunt her for a long time is very high.
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‘ i am an archaeologist. i try to discover the mysteries, but sometimes, danger finds me instead. ”
@flmed requested one liner starter.
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@flmed : they told me the truth. you can stop lying now. (for alex.. maybe the injury,,)
and here he thought he was playing it off as if it would go unnoticed. how he didn't survive but two days at national team training. and how he now was forced on the sidelines during this interational break, watching as his team took the pitch without him as their goalkeeper. sure , he was confirmed as the starting goalkeeper for the euro but – it still bothered him to not be out there right now. to be back in munich and resting. this also meant he wouldn't be back a few games once the interactional break was over with. six weeks of hell. a small laugh came from him before alex sighed. " coach doesn't want me to take any chances ." and he understood that. it didn't mean he was happy over it . " it's just something in my leg. i still have moments of pain. and i tend to play through it. "
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a long - perfected smile is plastered to porcelain features as the former first lady stands with the turn of the doorknob signaling his arrival. the man singled out after a long few weeks of deliberation and a sea of qualified candidates. god knows her campaign could use the help ━━ it's funny just how little perks, security included, come with divorcing a sitting president. a lesson learned the hard way, when her office had been broken into just a week prior. the senator moves quickly, meeting him at the door with an outstretched hand. " mr. dreyman, welcome. it's a pleasure to have you. "
@flmed : 21. EMPLOY : for one muse to be hired as the other’s bodyguard, tutor, assistant, etc.
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Happy birthday Jamie!! Arsenal will win the league.
Jamie pauses, blinking. “What, are you some bloke in the England Twitter replies?” Tartt versus Saka. Arsenal versus Richmond versus City. It’s his fucking birthday and he’s fucking done with it. “We’ll see. Got a lot of football to play.”
@flmed | jamie’s 26th birthday !!
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@flmed sent: ‘ you should fear me, but you don’t. i will be eternally puzzled, yet grateful. ’
“ i’ve met worse than you. ” i said, flatly. i wasn’t without fear, sometimes it gripped me completely, made me completely useless, but i wasn’t afraid of everyone who could bring harm to me, that would mean i never set foot outdoors, never worked, never spoke to anybody i knew. no, i had to pick my battles, and i reserved fear for the people i knew wouldn’t stop at killing me, or destroying everything i had built. anything less than that was nothing at all.
“ no offence. ” i added as an afterthought, and shrugged at him, non-committal and unconvincing. “ it’s just that you’re, you know, not as intimidating as you think you are. ” it was, unfortunately, the truth. perhaps i should have been more concerned about what that meant for the people i spent the majority of my time around, maybe i should have taken his statement as more of a threat - you should fear me… one day that wouldn’t be something all my acquaintances had in common. but for now, i let out a slow sigh and allowed a small smirk to dust over my lips.
“ besides, where would the fun be if i was scared of you? ” a hollow chuckle, “ be grateful, i’m a lot more interesting like this. ”
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‘you’re right. you can’t judge.’ he says as he swirls his spoon in the tea. ‘ you’ll give mcdermott an early heart attack, bryce will be back in hospital for more rehab, and van patten will lose all of his hair. ’ he laughs as he sets the spoon down on the table, as if this was some plan to do exactly that. ‘ you should mind your own business but … that’s the irony. we want to stay out of each other’s businesses and yet, here we are, judging others. ’ at least johann isn’t constantly talking about restaurants or asking for fashion advice. ‘ but let’s stop being boring bastards. ’ he leans forward, ‘ where have you been? ’
@flmed asked, who am i to judge?
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‘ my darling, Kathryn Morrison, ’ 💖
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@flmed : peach. my muse groping your muse’s ass during grinding. :3
it feels like this has been going on all day; gazes meeting in fleeting moments, teasing touches here and there, subtle but oh-so effective. pat would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy this, if there weren't times she asked him to hurry up knowing it would make him go even slower, agonizingly slow, keeping her wanting and aching for as long as possible before taking her over the nearest surface available. it's almost a game for her, trying to find out which one will give in to frustration first. and right now, she's at her fucking limit.
she lets out a shaky breath as johann's hands slide down her back, right at the curve of her waist, pushing her into a deeper arch. she's on his lap, straddling one of his thighs as their lips meet over and over. their bodies are too close together for her to reach the waistband of his pants, and she wonders if that's deliberate; probably. the hands continue their path down until they push down over her ass, grabbing at her rough and possessive. she whimpers an ungodly sound when he moves her to grind over the high line of his thigh. his grip controls her pace effortlessly, moving her however he pleases, the friction inside her panties not perfect but it makes her head spin even faster. she's soaked with her own wetness, so much that she's sure johann can feel it through the layer of fabric that separates them.
" ah━ baby, " her cheeks burn with the pet name, reserved only for two occasions: when she's being sarcastic, and when she's too horny to think straight. she takes his bottom lip between her teeth gently, soothing the bite right after with another kiss. " please. aren't you gonna fuck me? "
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❛ Not t’ be rude or anythin’ but, can I fuckin’ help you? You’re kinda’ invadin’ my personal space bubble a bit, buddy. ❜
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@flmed : you're exactly the kind of soldier i'd want by my side in a war. (for lena.. transfer talk? transfer talk)
he wasn't the first manager to approach her with such a generous offer. she had a year left of her contract , so yeah , it was about that time more of them came around. though , aside from bayern wanting to keep her – he had made such an offer that beat most everyone outside of her current. eyebrow raised as she sat across from him. " despite my most recent doing that landed me missing two games ? " no doubt , lena had a habit of being overly aggressive on the pitch. everyone knew it. which the game against wolfsburg had been rather tense. and her heated argument with the ref showed it. even after some of her teammates made an attempt to calm her down. she still managed to be a bit mouthy. small grin formed though as she kept green orbs on the man. " i appreciate that. i do though – " she trailed off leaning forward. " i'm not sure arsenal would be a fit for me. i've only ever played in this league. and let's be real here – both leagues are different. in their own rights. one lacks what the other has. vice versa. my luck , i wouldn't do so hot there. playing styles differences and what not . "
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"How're you feelin' about the season so far?" This is probably not a meeting he should be taking. But his club knows they've got him locked down, safe. Who cares what the public has to say, what rumours will spread? Richmond is top table, and Jamie hopes to hold on to that for the rest of the season, though it'll be a scrap.
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@flmed sent "maybe we should forget this even happened."
that wasn't something she particularly enjoyed hearing from anyone, but especially not him. the insecurity threatened to creep in, but she refused to let it, if only on the basis that it was simply too early in the morning to let herself get her feelings hurt. she nodded, casting her gaze towards the window momentarily while she collected her shoes and jacket. "no right, cause this totally wouldn't have worked anyway." vivian sat back on the bed and pulled her shoes on. she had dressed up for him, a little, but it wasn't like she'd be doing the walk of shame out of his building on a monday morning in stilettos. a dress, jean jacket and a surprisingly sensible pair of white air forces made up her outfit, though she wasn't actually sure where she'd set her purse down. probably by the door, hopefully by the door. she finished retying her laces to look back over at where johann was getting dressed. "so, how do you wanna do this? i could leave and then you wait like 5 minutes or so before you do." she wanted coffee and maybe a croissant for the ride back to her apartment, and she knew she'd passed a coffee shop on the corner on her way inside the night before. he didn't want to acknowledge it, but that didn't mean she couldn't offer, right? "or i could stop by that place on the corner and get you coffee before you go..."
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‘ a good thing that at least one of us resembles him. ’ it was a sting to receive such an insult like that, but bateman refuses to show that it bothers him. ‘and when did you see my father, hm? we both work here.’ on the other hand, sean was in europe for the summer, and both of them were keen to avoid each other, only dining once for the latter’s birthday, and even then, he didn’t deserve it. his father barely acknowledged sean at times. ‘ but i have a feeling that you meant it in an insulting way. ’ he barely looks up from his plate, swirling his spoon around the chocolate mousse, no longer feeling hungry.
@flmed sent: "i first saw your face in your father's gaze. " 🏃🏻♂️
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