#I would be fine if they made it a musical

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Family Vacation

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: smut!

You and Lando have been dating for half a year now and the time has finally come to meet his family. You've been putting off that obligation as long as you could, but Lando was too eager for you to meet them given the fact that he fell hard for you. Lando never introduced any of his previous girlfriends to his parents because he never felt that something with any of them to take that step.

But when it comes to you.. He never had a doubt in his mind. You may not have been his first girlfriend, but you were the first one he was sure of.

And so as soon as Lando had a week off from racing, he took it upon himself to organize a family vacation. You hesitated at first because you were racking your brains about whether they would like you, what topics you'd talk about, what if you say something wrong in front of them and similar things to which Lando just laughed sweetly.

It took him two days to convince you that everything will be fine, that you don't need to worry about anything because he will be by your side all the time and won't leave you alone at any moment.

You trusted him and you felt safe next to him and you also knew that you were probably worrying for no reason so soon five days in a hotel in Mallorca with his family didn't sound so bad anymore.

And it wasn't bad at all. Already after the first day spent with them you felt more than accepted. Everyone loved you immediately. Lando didn't let go of your hand as he had promised, but when he saw you chatting alone on the beach with his mom, he beamed.

In the sun on the beach and in good company, the days were passing quickly. You were all together at the beach and at family dinners every day. You and Lando didn't have much time for yourself, but that wasn't the goal of this trip anyway, so you weren't complaining.

But Lando though.. Towards the end of the vacation he started to get impatient. Too eager for you. You hadn't seen each other for two weeks before this and it was getting too much for him to not feel you for that long.

You were loud and clear about no sex while his family is with you even though you were in the hotel, but still you didn't feel comfortable and you weren't gonna risk getting yourself into any awkward situations.

But Lando was tempted.

"Lan can you put lotion on my back please?" You asked after getting out of shower and drying yourself off.

"Sure, come here."

You got sunburned after lying on the beach all day. Your skin was really red so after showering you put on your bikini again to let your skin breathe and absorb the lotion.

Lando was sitting out on the balcony that had a nice lounge set with a sofa, coffee table and a chair. You found him sitting on the sofa and scrolling through his phone. You sat down beside him turning him your back and moving your hair out of the way so he can rub the lotion all over your back.

"Fuck baby, you're so red" He says looking at your burning skin.

"I know, it's really bad" You sigh.

"Does it hurt you?" He asks gently pressing his hand against your skin watching as the white print remains when he removes it.

"Yeah.."

He scoots closer to you and squeezes the lotion into his palm and slowly begins to spread it all over your skin. As the cold cream hits your hot skin, you let out a long low moan in satisfaction. It comes as the music to Lando's ears making him gulp burning his eyes into your back as his hands moved in circular motions.

"Feels good?" He asks.

"Mhm..so good" You let out another moan completely oblivious to the fact that it made his blood rush down to his cock.

His fingers found the strings of your bikini top as he slowly untied them letting them fall down to your sides.

"What are you doing?" You chuckle putting your hand over your boobs to keep the bikini on while the other hand keeps holding your hair up.

"Just making sure I get the lotion everywhere" He smirks attaching his lips to your perfectly exposed neck as his hands move to your front side under your bikini top.

"Lan, stop.." You whisper leaning back into him letting your head rest on his shoulder as he keeps squeezing your boobs.

"I can't" He murmurs before lightly biting your neck. "I've been hard all day watching you in that tiny bikini." His hand slowly trails down your stomach sneaking inside your bikini bottoms while his other hand remains up playing with your nipple. "Can't take it anymore."

"I c-can literally hear your parents t-talking.." You barely manage to get the sentence out trying to warn him that your balcony is next to theirs, but Lando ignores your concern.

"I know you want it, I can feel how wet you are" He says pulling you closer to him as his fingers glide over your wet folds. "You just gotta be quiet, baby"

You wanted to resist him, but you just couldn't bring yourself to. It's been more than two weeks, way too long, since the last time he made you cum and you craved it as much as he did. So when Lando asked "you gonna be quiet for me?" you found yourself nodding carelessly and eagerly.

"That's my good girl" He says quietly kissing your shoulder. You swallow a moan as he attaches his finger to your aroused clit that was aching for pressure.

"You like it when I touch you there?" The profanities that he was whispering into your ear while he was doing such dirty things to you out here on the balcony, where anybody could hear you and see you, turned you on like never before. You nodded at his question unable to open your eyes knowing that if you had tried to speak, you wouldn't have been able to cover your loud moans.

"Did you touch yourself while I was gone?" He asks again slipping two of his fingers inside you making your hips grind against them.

"Fuck, Lando.." You whine gripping on his hand that was fingering you.

"Did you?" Your cheeks flushed at his question. No matter how horny you were, you were still too shy to admit that you touched yourself to the thought of him almost every night. "Don't get shy on me now, baby. I won't let you cum if you don't answer me." He teased.

"I did" You whimper biting your lip.

"Was it as good as when I do it?"

"N-no. Your fingers feel much better."

"I know, baby, I know" He groans at your confession adding the third finger in and quickening his pace in and out of you determined to have you make a mess on them.

"I can feel you clenching already. Missed my touch that much?"

"Yeah, uh-I'm-ah-" He didn't even need any warning from you that you were about to cum. He knew it when he felt your body tremble so he put his hand over your mouth as you turned into a hot mess under his touch finishing all over his fingers.

He calmed you down by leaving lazy kisses all over your neck down to your shoulder. When your breathing became steady and controlled again, you finally turned around to face him.

He put his hand against your cheek looking at you with parted lips as his thumb slid over your bottom lip. His other hand palmed the bulge that was popping out through his shorts.

"You gonna be a good girl and spread your legs for me?" He asked untying your bikini and completely removing it from your body.

"Make yourself comfortable" You smirked giving him a quick kiss before standing up between his legs. He remained sitting when he pulled down his shorts closely following your every move. Before you were about to settle down on his cock between his legs he stopped you turning you around so that your crotch was aligned with his face.

"Wanna taste you" Your fingers tangled into his hair as his tongue worked over your slit collecting your juices and swallowing it only to have him spit out his saliva against your pussy. You moaned as you felt drips of it sliding down your thighs.

"Fuck, can't get enough of you" He sighed gritting his teeth.

You turned around again and crouched down holding onto his thighs. His eyes rolled back in his head as you sunk down on him. His hand rested on your lower back, his eyes locked on his favorite view - you bouncing up and down on him.

"Taking me so well..fuck" He says moving his hands to your hips and slowing you down. You slowed down your movements then stopped moving completely. You started squirming on him so you could feel him deep inside you before restoring the fast pace.

He was groaning, cursing quietly under his breath as you worked your hips against him. It took you by surprise when he abruptly pulled his cock out of you.

"Ahh, fuck, baby" He sighed pressing his cock against your butt and smearing the precum that was leaking from his tip against you ass cheek. "gonna make me cum early"

"Lan, put it back inside me" When you went back to your previous actions, he was already on the edge. He tried to stop you again, but you didn't let him instead you kept going urging him "fill me up, Lan"

"Baby, fuck, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck.." His voice quivered before shooting his load inside you. You kept riding him through his orgasm making his head fall back against the sofa as his hands gripped your hips tighter making you wince a little.

As you stood up, he watched as his cum ran down your thighs. He sucked in a harsh breath at the sight that almost made him hard again.

"Come here" He said pulling you down to him. You sat beside him and put your legs over his lap. He put his arm around you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "You did so good" He said and you blushed a little.

"I love you, baby" He whispered before lifting you up into his arms and taking you into the bedroom.

[honeybeefae]

From DumeDoresArmy: For smutty Tuesday can I request high lord eris and his mate please ( either when he becomes high lord or just a peaceful afternoon your choice )

anything for my high lord eris bb, ANYTHING also this was SO CUTE AND FUN AND I LOVE IT

High Lord and Lady (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

WARNINGS: Smut, 18+, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty Talk

You were the very image of beauty. Eris made sure you were wearing the finest dresses, cloaked in the prettiest jewels, you wanted for nothing. After becoming High Lord, he was quick to name you High Lady, daring anyone to disagree as he personally put the crown on your head.

No one did, of course. Eris was terrifying enough without the title of High Lord, but now?

He was unstoppable.

The throne room erupted into applause when the two of you stood, your heads high as you smiled at your mate. It was finally over; the battle was won, and his father was six feet under. Well, he was actually charred to a crisp, but that was neither here nor there.

"It's time for the feast, my Lord." One of the advisors whispered to Eris, avoiding eye contact.

"Go ahead. I need to speak to my High Lady alone." He waved his hand dismissively, taking your hand and leading you to a side door by the thrones.

"But my Lord, your-" The advisor tries to call him but he quickly shuts up with a glare from Eris, gulping whatever words he still had to say. You looked behind you, watching as the music and party started without you, before a light tug brought you back to your mate.

"What's the matter?" You ask, watching him shut the door behind you. "I thought everything went well. Did you see something? Or someone?"

"Shhhh," Eris whispers, pushing you against the cool, mossy stone of the hallway. His hand cups over your mouth and your eyebrows furrow as you give him a quizzical look. "Everything is fine, my love."

"Then why are we back here and not out there?" You mumble through his hand, frowning.

"I had to pull you away...to admire you more closely," He smirks, grabbing one of your hands and guiding it down until you could feel his straining erection through his leathers. "Seeing you up there with this crown, dressed so refined, it took all of my strength not to take you right there in front of everyone."

Your eyes widen, and your breath catches as he grinds his hips against the front of your dress, his forehead dropping to touch yours as he groans quietly. It grew several degrees warmer as you try to shimmy out of your dress, wanting to feel his lips and the cool air against your skin.

However, a loud knock on the door makes the both of you jump as the advisor speaks through the door. He asks if everything is alright, to which Eris sends him away with a snappy response before those amber eyes turn back to you.

"We don't have much time..." You murmur, raising your hand to cup his jaw and trace his bottom lip. He regards you for a moment, fighting some battle inside his head, before he crashes his lips against yours.

"We have enough." He moans, biting down on your lip until you taste copper. "Take off your underwear. Now."

You don't hesitate, hiking up the skirt of your dress and sliding it down your legs. He watches as he undoes the laces of his pants, not bothering to take off his embroidered jacket or shirt. A giggle escapes your lips as you hold out the lacy fabric on one finger, dangling it in front of him teasingly.

Eris all but growls and pushes you back against the wall, your crown tilting slightly as he grabs your legs and wraps them around his hips. You moan when you feel the tip of his length rub against your folds, coating them in your slick that was getting more and more wet.

"I wonder what the other lords and ladies of the court would think if they saw you like this," He chuckles darkly, grabbing your face and squishing it between his fingers. "To see their High Lady taking her mate's cock, watching her beg for it."

"Please, Eris!" You moan, opening your mouth when his thumb presses against your still-bleeding lip. He groans when you start to suck on it and swirl your tongue around.

"Just like that, little fox," He praises, stilling his ruts so that he can line himself up to your hole. "Beg for it."

"Fuck, I need it. I need your cock so bad, High Lord." You mewl, watching as his demeanor changes over the title use. "Fuck me, use me, just please-"

You don't have time to finish the sentence as he thrusts into you in one go, stretching out painfully. It doesn't phase you, though; your body craves the pain with the pleasure as he starts fucking you carnally.

"Cry for me, my love. Let them hear you," Eris demands, his own crown falling forward as wisps of auburn hair fall out of their intricate braids. "Mother above, you're fucking perfect."

Moans and whines are all that you can vocalize as you wrap your arms around his neck for leverage, your pussy aching at the power of his thrusts. He was no better, his head forehead resting against yours once more as you watch each other come closer and closer to the edge.

Your hips go down just right and allow him to rub against your spot, your nails threatening to rip through his jacket as you scream. Eris grins, baring his teeth, as he focuses on hitting it over and over again. He plays your body like his favorite instrument, making you sing a song only he can compose.

The music and laughter come under the door, reminding the two of you where you were supposed to be, but this only spurs your mate on further.

"One day, I will fuck you on your throne," He growls, kissing you fiercely. "Have everyone watch how good you take my cock, how greedy your little pussy is for their High Lord. Would you like that, my love? To show everyone how you are mine and I am yours?"

"Y-yes!" You whimper, mouth hanging open as the coil in your lower abdomen starts to tighten.

"You may be their High Lady but deep down, deep down, you're just my little whore, aren't you?" Eris whispers into your ear, his hands falling to grab your hips bruisingly as he increases the speed.

"Fuck, yes!" You nod, your walls starting to flutter around his length. "Always yours, only yours, fuck Eris please I'm so close!"

"Good girl," He snarls, forcing you to look at him. "Good fucking girl. Cum all over my cock, my love. Make sure everyone hears you come undone."

It takes no further encouragement as you shout his name, your moans turning to cries as he fucks you through one of the most intense orgasms of your life. Your entire body shakes, your vision zeroing in on his face as you watch him follow you in bliss.

The pulsing of his cock as he paints your inner walls makes you groan, your name falling off of his lips like a prayer as he slams inside you two more times before stilling.

Both of you are struggling to catch your breath as you come down from your highs, your legs shaky as he slowly lowers you back to the ground. Eris watches as you try to get back to presentable, fixing your crown before turning to fix his as well.

You stop when he grasps your wrists, stopping you from stepping away and instead pulling you into his chest.

"I love you, my High Lady." Eris smiles, a genuine one that makes your heart stop.

"I love you too, my High Lord," You raise up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, straightening out his jacket. "But feel free to treat me like your whore anytime."

Eris laughs boisterously, grabbing you and kissing you once more before the advisor starts feverishly knocking again.

"In a minute!" You both call out, giggling at the frustrated huff on the other side.

[yridenergyridenergy]

Dir en grey interview translation notes around The Devil In Me

Just some of the more interesting bits from the single's booklet and from PHY vol. 25.

Kyo

He was the one who came up with the title, and the title was determined before they even attached a song to it. The band basically decided to set a date for a new single ahead of time, not too long after 19990120's release, then they had just one song selection meeting (usually, they have three) to pick a song to work with toward becoming "The Devil In Me". After scheduling a release date, they had to pick a title before even knowing what song would be part of that release for production/logistical reasons.

Kyo wrote the lyrics of The Devil In Me based on his sense of dissociation from world events, how his own issues are not aligned with what the world cares about. He finds that people's lives are sometimes pre-determined the moment they are born. It's really a reflection on: "Why am I the way I am?"

The chorus has so many layers because Kyo wanted to illustrate that inner evil, or wickedness.

While re-recording Yokan, Kyo realized that he used to sing in short bouts, taking a breath more regularly, whereas he's evolved to sing as much as he can in a single, long breath now.

The small changes made to the lyrics of Cage just serve to help Kyo feel more immersed in that old poem, but if he'd wanted to change the lyrics to represent his current mindset, clearly he would have composed a completely new, different song.

Kyo commented in PHY vol. 25 that if the producers wanted a band that sells a lot, they would have had to replace him with someone who is taller, has a nice face and that composes songs that appeal to a wider audience. But around their debut, Kyo had to bend to some of the producers' demands because he had to rely on their knowledge of what would make the band successful. He wanted to make a very dark band, but he had to accept to make songs like Yokan.

"It wouldn't be appropriate to sing about corpses and internal organs to a melodious song such as Yokan (lol)."

Kyo feels like Dir en grey is the toughest band for him to be a part of, because the band's shows are especially mentally difficult.

Kaoru

The music of The Devil In Me was Kaoru's idea.

Kaoru agrees that the song kind of ends in a way that the band could have, in the past, followed up on with a second section of the song, but they felt like ending it in a more simple way now, which still represents the band's current state.

Die

The band had a discussion in a dressing room during Tour23 Phalaris Final –The scent of a peaceful death- and that's where they came to an understanding of where they wanted to take the band next. Kyo brought them ideas on what he felt that the next single song should sound like, but in the end, at the selection meeting, the majority of the band chose a completely different song than the other of the 5 that Kyo preferred. He's fine with letting the majority win.

Die started working out in 2018 to make sure to stay in shape for stage performances, and I think that he mentioned that it's important for him to appear young and healthy so that the fans who follow the band also don't feel old.

For Die, he was in part less active on stage during the Dum Spiro Spero era because the songs were dark and complex, so he had to focus more. Because of that, he couldn't enjoy the actual shows as much.

Toshiya

Toshiya mentioned that doing commemorative tours and shows is really just fan service.

Toshiya described Dir en grey as a group of five dictators. Their enemies and friends/allies are all inside that group, and the past 25(+) years have been a continuation of challenges to bring the band forward despite this type of chemical reaction between five egos.

Apparently the band never has casual "weird" conversations where they chat about their interests of the moment, but they quietly observe the others without interacting, like by observing what kind of clothes they wear or are into.

Shinya

Contrary to the band's habit, the vocals did not even exist yet when Shinya had to compose and record his drumming for The Devil In Me. When the vocals were eventually recorded, they kind of matched what Shinya had expected.

However, overall, a couple of members of the band feel like The Devil In Me might be a song that people react to with: "I don't get it", rather that just liking or disliking it.

Shinya dissing The Marrow of a Bone again hahah.

Shinya described The Devil In Me as mysterious, inexplicable.

He started taking some lessons from Buck-Tick's "Anii" (Toll Yagami) to learn a new drumming method. In the past, at the very beginning of his career, Shinya used to wear lead weights at his ankles to hit the pedal heavier and develop muscles, but Yoshiki and other seniors told him how to actually play and he quickly got rid of the weight belts.

[user211201]

Totally Normal

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Originally posted on 2023-12-08

Author: dumb-and-jocked.

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“Welcome back to Totally Normal, the online show where we narrow down the one thing that makes us all meet that standard!”

The host then hit a button on his laptop, releasing an audio for an uproarious round of applause. With his entire audience streaming in live, he had to make due with tracks. He didn’t mind it though; he could always predict what his viewers were thinking. It was like they shared the same mind.

“My name’s DJ, and before you ask, yes I have a side gig in music.” A laugh track obnoxiously inserted itself. “I don’t dabble in the typical jazz; I remix these men back to the tunes they oughta be singing.”

Another fake round of applause. The host smirked before continuing forward with the rules.

“The point of the game is simple: Figure out that one thing that makes someone totally normal. Through a series of questions, I’m going to chisel away at our contestants until we get to the base. For every wrong answer, a vibration will be sent out to their device until they head back on the right track. We want to find out that one thing that solidifies them as an average joe, but we don't exactly know what that thing is."

The host then took a scripted pause. "Well, *I *know what that thing is.”

Another laugh track entered before the host silenced his imaginary audience. “So, let’s get down to it. We have our men here, but ARE THEY NORMAL?”

The last three words were all enunciated with the typical gameshow pazazz. The host even had an accompanying audio that made it seem like there was an audience chanting it with him.

On cue, the livestream booted up a panel of the three contestants. The first was a shy young man, who by his age looked to be in college but by his height possibly younger. The second was the typical corporate homosexual, the breed who was already happily married and wore tight, designer clothing. And last but not least, the third looked just a little older than the first with an office that displayed the inner workings of a minor start-up.

“Help me welcome our first contestant, coming from the cool waves of Cali, here comes Cody!”

Corey opened his mouth to kindly correct the host, but was immediately silenced by the massive track of applause. A small and nervous 20-year-old, Corey was an academically-fine student at a state school. He worked as an IT intern, helping others work through their issues in a manner where he didn’t have to fully engage. Yet he knew he would probably have to work through this introvert problem if he ever truly wanted to make a loyal boyfriend from the crop of surfers across the street.

“Up next is our cowboy-tootin’, bullet-firin’ family man, Norman!”

Nolan made a face of disgust, but he too didn’t stand a chance against the fake cheers. He’d settled down with his husband just about 10 years ago in the suburbs. Working for a Fortune 500 company, he had everything a man of his caliber could want. Great company, great style, great pets instead of real children. Nolan loved his little metropolitan life.

“And finally, the privileged heir to the corporate throne, it’s Asher!”

Aaron rolled his eyes as the artificial eruption burst through his speakers. He assumed that this narcissistic jock host had gotten all of the contestants names wrong. Aaron had built his own business up from the ground, an independent hard-worker with no one tying him down. It wasn’t that Aaron didn’t want a boyfriend, he just needed to focus on himself. That’s why he was keeping it casual, hooking up with boys a little younger and less responsible. He absentmindedly pawed at his crotch a little as the douchebag DJ started the game.

“Now,” the host cracked his knuckles dramatically. “Let’s start off with some easy questions, just to make sure those devices are working after all. Cody, you’re looking comfortable out on that beach!”

Corey looked around the library he was sitting in confusedly, neither comfortable nor on a beach.

“I think you’re mistaking me for the surfers across the street,” Corey tried to joke, but his feeble demeanor spoiled the comeback.

“Men…you all ought to be where all the other guys of your kind are at.”

All three of them put on bewildered faces.

“Cody, what’s holding you back from embracing that Cali life?” the host asked.

“I…I mean there’s the obvious fact that they aren’t keen on ga-”

BZZT

“Ah!” Corey ripped his hand away, the "vibration" more of a literal sting.

“Cody, what’s holding you back?” the host asked again.

“Dude,” Corey uncharacteristically responded. “I don’t know if they will accept me, man.”

“Bro, what’s there NOT to accept?” the host chuckled. “You fit right in!”

Corey looked over his short frame, his pale skin, his shrimpy figure. He appeared better fit for the library than the bea-

BZZT

“You’re right DJ! I'm a gnarly guy like them brahs! They’ll totally accept me!”

Corey looked over his tall frame, his tanned skin, his toned figure. He appeared better fit for the beach than the library–that’s why he was on the beach after all!

“Alright alright,” the host nodded with approval. “Now Norman, let’s talk about your life in the countryside.”

‪‘Country side’?” Nolan interjected. “Do you consider Houston-”

BZZT

Nolan flung his hand back, “HOWARDWICK the countryside? You bet! Population 402, the two being me and my husband.”

“And what massive land you got behind you, I’m assuming you and your male fling built that together.”

“My what?” Nolan peered behind him, noticing his garden he’d built with his hus-

BZZT

-the ranch he’d built with his hustle. Well, not technically–this land had been managed through the traditional good ole ways of his parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents. He’d just been fixing it up here and there.

Nolan stretched his thickening fingers, hoping to desensitize them from the pain. “W…What in tarnation is goin' on ‘ere?”

The host continued on, mocking the Southern accent he’d implanted onto the second contestant. “A place fittin' for a cowpoke like y’all’s self! Ain’t no city folk allowed; you don’t want nothin’ queer intrudin' your property, right?”

Queer?!” Nolan spat back. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’-“

BZZT

“Darn tootin’ straight! Ain’t nothin’ strange gonna be happenin’ on this ‘ere land.”

With the second contestant’s location rightfully reoriented, the host moved onto the third.

“And onto our Ivy League, let’s discuss ascension…I mean, ‘climbing the corporate ladder’.”

Aaron shot the host a dirty look through the screen. “You don’t think I worked hard to earn this position?”

“Well, you certainly didn’t do it all yourself.”

Aaron held his breath. He was a decently attractive man with his slim figure and responsible will, and even his anger made him appear wiser than his years. But Aaron's best feature was his independence, and he wasn’t going to let anyone taint his name over that.

“What, do you think my current boyfri-”

BZZT

“-my dating his-”

BZZT

“-my friends with benefits were involved?”

Aaron’s fingers tingled with energy. His body tingled with fury.

“Well,” the host snickered. “If by benefits, you mean…”

“What’s all this!” Aaron flipped. “This is simply…p…preposterous!”

“What are you talking about?” the host egged on. “It's simply normal for a man with your caliber to have such an ‘inheritance’.”

The other two contestants watched on with intrigue.

“I…I may have a b…benefactor,” Aaron suddenly revealed, as if something had just been placed upon his chest. But he was still independent, right? “But that has nothing to do with it!”

“Benefactor? Do you mean your DADDY?”

The fake audience suddenly burst into a chorus of shocked “Ooooohhhh”s. Aaron’s usual calm nature was flatlining, being replaced by a more quickly-agitated behavior.

“We may be really closely acquainted!” Aaron backpedaled. “But it’s nothing of that kind of sort!”

The other two contestants smirked as the growingly-pompous bastard was taken down a peg.

“Sounds pretty queer to me, man,” Corey interjected confidently, scratching at his defining abs.

“Yeah, Ah reckon that fellas a little less normal than us folks,” Nolan added, adjusting the large hat that had secured itself upon his head.

“SHUT UP SWINE!” Aaron spat, his face gaining back a little of his baby fat as he absorbed more child-like aggression. “I'm perfectly normal!”

The two men laughed alongside an obnoxious laughter track.

“He’s right folks, we men are on the right side of history.” The host knew he needed to move on, the show only had so much time of course, but he was having fun. “Surely that father-figure is just some kind of…relative?”

“Just a relative, brah?” Corey asked as his trim cut bloomed out into luscious blond waves.

“Seems closer than that, partner.” Nolan quipped as a graying stubble crawled upon his widening jaw.

“A….A relative?” Aaron stammered, a higher youthful pitch lightening his tenor as this benefactor became clearer in his head. “He’s…he’s someone who I f-“

BZZT

“Father! He’s my father: Asher Osvald the Third!” Aaron screamed, his blond locks gelling up into a refined style that didn’t match his own personality. “And you all better remember it when you see our company in the headlines!”

Both Corey and Nolan took their respectful back-offs, but the host could only smirk with pride. After a moment of self-congratulation, he noticed some slight hesitation from the first candidate.

“Dude…” Corey started. “Can’t you just see he’s messin’ with us, man? Don’t you guys feel kinda strange-“

“Aren’t you supposed to chill, dude?” The host immediately cut him off.

Corey’s mouth went flat, his chin taking the opportunity to curve out a little further. “How can I chill with-“

BZZT

“Without the support from my brosettes across the screen, duuuuude!”

The host watched on with glee as the female portion of the livestream burst into a flurry. Lots of hearts and kisses and even some eggplant emojis were flooding the chat. And the comments were getting suggestive too. One chick wanted to know why he was wearing a dorky button-up, and she was soon exposed to his lean bod and treasure trail. Another suggested he should flex for the camera, and Corey was happy to oblige, each of his muscles pumping larger as he did so.

“Now, Cody,” the host coyly asked. “I’m sure the fans would like to know what you do for work.”

“I uh…I work with coding.”

“You are studying IT?” the host replied, incredulous. “Sounds complicated man.”

Corey beamed at the compliment, an excited fever entering his voice. “Yeah, but I sort of have a gift for-“

BZZT

“IT...like as in ‘it’ man...not ‘eye-tee’ or whatever.”

“But it has something to do with a code, right?”

“Well…yeah man…” Corey’s lifeless vocal fry responded. “But it's not that nerdy crap…something more…uhhh…”

The host graciously provided the answer, “Manly?”

“Yeah man….’it’ is the uh…bro-code brah.” Corey fiddled with the cross necklace that had materialized around his neck, trying to structure his thoughts. Corey felt like his head was spinning in a light vertigo, but not out of stress. Rather, a pleasurable confusion. Cali dudes don’t think that much right? They just go with the flow, so why shouldn’t he man? Wasn’t that what was normal?

While Corey processed his internal dilemma, the host reconnected with the second contestant, noticing he too was becoming a little self-aware.

“Hey Norman, you’re really rocking that fit.”

Nolan was honestly surprised at the comment. He knew he looked good in his tight, patterned three-piece, but he didn’t think the ultra-straight host would notice that too.

“Those shoes must be great for the ranch.”

Nolan laughed. “These ole’ things? They’re Prada from last season-“

BZZT

“Uhh…Ah mean these boots are from that one brand-”

BZZT

“Ah’ve had these kickers for years, fella!”

The host observed quietly as the rest of the second contestant’s clothes altered. The suit jacket and vest disappeared completely. The pants grew out into a straight pair of jeans that had been worn continuously for many seasons. The shirt rolled it sleeves and loosened some buttons, darkening to a dusty black that was meant for hauling hay rather than implying gay. But as the outfit masculinized, there was one item that stubbornly fought back, unlike the man who wore it.

“And that belt, how long have you had that?”

Nolan evaluated the expensive snake leather. “Oh yeah, this ‘ere was a gift-“

BZZT

“What in TARNATION was that for?!” Nolan yelled, the vibration noticeably more painful than the previous blasts. The material of his belt quickly grew cheaper, a massive longhorn buckle blooming forth above his blooming pouch.

“S…Sorry y’all,” Nolan collected himself. “Ah don’t know what’s gotten ovah me, or why Ah’m speakin’ so-“

“Enough apologies,” the host gagged. “You are a man, are you not?”

“Yessiree, but that doesn’t mean we men ain’t got to be sens-”

BZZT

“Ah reckon yer right there, partner!” Nolan puffed out his chest, carrying his emerging muscle gut with him. “We men oughta be tough! The MAN of the household.”

The host snickered, his eyes meandering around the second contestant’s body as additional muscle and bulk was piled onto his frame. “And men like you ought to have a body like that, don’t they?”

The cowboy huffed, his torso heavy with Southern pride. Nolan had worked his muscular frame up over all these long years, from sunrise to sundown. At 6’4, his big hearty body was always devouring meat to stretch out everything from his big strong biceps to his huge Size 15 clompers!

With the first and second contestants almost there, it was time for the host to catch his third man up to speed. He had already advanced mighty far, his skin having cleared up a bit and a few arrogant gold trophies having appeared in the office background, but the host had some additional notches yet to secure before the final round.

“Now Asher, let’s get real here.” The host put on his classic douchebag smile for the audience. “Any ladies tickling that fancy lately?”

“What?” Aaron scoffed. “Are you dense? I'm into g-”

BZZT

“Girls…no…wait what?” Aaron felt strange. Why did the host ask if he liked…girls? And why was the thought of girls suddenly something he…liked?

“Listen ere’, partner,” Nolan suddenly interjected. “Yer talkin’ 'bout women like they’re nothin’!”

The host, displeased, fought back. “Aren’t you married to one, partner?”

Nolan couldn’t believe the disrespect. “Me? Married to a woman? Yeah right-”

BZZT

“-Ah am! Ah’ve been married to my lovely wife for darn straight twenty years! Ain’t nothing QUEER happenin' on this ‘ere normal ranch. I got youngins to raise after all!”

As Nolan became bombarded by memories of his new flock of children, the satisfied host switched back to his third contestant.

“Look, I think we should respect women.” Aaron tried his best to sound mature, now finding it extremely difficult to maintain. “In fact, I think we should respect all others appropriately-“

BZZT

“And by appropriately, I am referring to overlooking these swines of colleagues who cannot afford a top notch education adjacent to my own.”

The host queued up a laugh track for his next one-liner. “They weren’t kidding when they said someone with your prestige had everything handed down to you, including bad manners.”

Aaron felt his anger rising once again, it easily filling his shortening body as he squared out to an average 5’9.

“Well excuseeee me! I am my own person with-“

BZZT

“My father is a reputable man who would wish to-”

BZZT

“DADDY!”

Aaron stomped his foot, bewildered at this idiocracy. Why was he continuously interrupted? Why was he not given the required recognition? He was captain of the country club’s golf team, rowing team, youth league, and the youngest member on the executive board for Christ’s sake! He studied at an Ivy League! He was everything!

As Aaron tried to understand why none of these other men appreciated the absolute honors of his merit–which he refused to ever admit weren’t even his own–a small alarm went off from the host’s computer.

“Like what was that, mannnn?” Corey’s face furrowed into an all-too-natural look of dumbfoundment.

“Yeah,” Nolan reared. “What's y'all gonna do next?”

“I demand to know it this instant!” The host was surprised at the third contestant jumping in, but he assumed it was just his way of trying to maintain his (nonexisting) position on top. “Or else I’ll tell my father about this-!”

An insane uproar of artificial laughter echoed throughout their ears, startling and silencing them.

“Alright folks, you know what that sound means!” the host grinned. “It’s almost time to wrap up our show, and because our contestants still haven’t figured out what makes them 'Totally Normal', we’re going to have to speed things up!”

“But can’t there only be one winner?” Aaron whined.

“Technically, no,” the host responded honestly. “All of you can be winners if you find out what makes you totally normal.”

For the first time since the game had started, all three of the contestants fell silent.

“I mean, let’s look at our surfer stud Cody,” the host started. “You are almost there, but you gotta loosen that one thing that’s still pent-up, man.”

“Brah…” Corey complained. “What else is there?”

As if by some subconscious command from the host, Corey began dumbly palming himself, a light drool dripping from the edge of his lips. The constant cycle of tits and feminine bits in his mind bombarding all over thoughts.

“A totally gnarly surfer focuses on working out, banging chicks, and chillin’ dude.”

Corey guffawed with a stupid relaxed expression, casually groping as the host moved on.

“And Norman, you’ve worked hard for your position in life, haven’t you?”

The Texan father nodded in cold agreement.

“So what would pride a totally traditional cowboy more than his ranch, his woman, and his legacy?”

Nolan groaned as he instantly unbuckled the massive lock hiding his mighty steed. Huffing loudly, the Southern Baptist’s lil’ pony was wrangled into a full-fledged stallion, the kind that was built to produce offspring. And the kind that got worked up over anything that could threaten the generational uniformity his family, religion, and nation he swore to protect.

“And you, Asher,” the host swiped over to the final contestant. “What’s stopping you from becoming the total Harvard bastard?”

Asher’s face went red and his cock went hard.

“I’m talking complete corruption, pure privilege, Daddy’s little-”

The host was suddenly cut off by a loud holler, the exclaim like the crashing waves of the ocean. Immediately, the comment section blew up as the host, players, and audience watched the surfer jock release a blast of his sea salt spray.

But before the host could congratulate the first winner, the southern father turned around the corner. With one hand whipping his meat and the other held tightly onto his hat, it was only mere moments until the inevitable:

“YEEHAW!”

Once again, the audience burst into merriment over the propagating blast. It was then that Aaron’s anger truly took the best of him. He couldn’t be beaten by two no-names! He was the top of his class, an heir to a Fortune 500 company, and a totally normal man for Christ’s sake! Gripping his pecker and shining it furiously, Aaron accepted his heterosexual rage and vowed that he would win and please his…please his…!

“F…FAAAAATHERR!”

A loud, pretentious yell echoed out of the Harvard student, an endless splurge of funds dumping out of his mighty account. It was just one of the many things his heritage’s estate had granted him.

The host didn’t try to hide his devious sneer as the viewers erupted once more. He’d loved his job because everyone won every time. And now, seeing all the new stereotypical straights he’d created, the host couldn’t help but feel his own massive sausage chub. But he laughed the feeling off, knowing beating off over these other men wouldn’t have been “totally normal.”

“And it looks like with just a minute left on the clock, all three of our contestants will be going home as winners today!” The host then added his artificial rounds of applause. “So, did you three ever figure out what makes you ‘Totally Normal’?”

“Isn’t it obvious, brah?” Cody replied, the typical airhead more sure of himself now than when he had dropped out of high school. “It’s that we’re straight, mannnn…”

“He’s right, partner!” Norman added, his fatherly conviction always strong and steady. “Ain’t none of us are them faggots. If Ah do say so myself, we are all what the mighty Lord named men.”

“Well, if that is what common plebians such as yourself are called, then you shall address me as ‘I-V’,” Asher Osvald IV’s voice was doused in entitlement and a lack of understanding for anyone but himself. A pair of offscreen hands adjusted his tie just to prove his privilege. “After all, I do attend Harvard. I guess you could say I was destined for greatness since birth.”

“Yes, Asher, everyone here knows you are a prick.” The host immediately followed up his quip with a laugh track. “But that’s all we have for today’s show. Signing off, this is Host DJ!”

“Hang ten and surfs up, dudes!”

“The biggest rodeo’s the family and kids y’all!”

“I’m probably way richer than you vagrants, so don’t bother.”

“And don’t forget to ask yourself,” the host winked before adding in the final audio. “ARE YOU NORMAL?”

[buddysblogs123]

BARCA FEM X TEEN READER PT 2

safe to say your teammates did not in fact 'save your innocence'.

You had turned your location off before the team meeting, remembering that it was on and not feeling like letting them track you down every minute of the day. You made it to jacobs house quickly and managed to loose your teammates before they had the chance to follow you. You accidentally bumped into Jacob one afternoon at a cafe you visit regularly, from then on you both had started texting and hanging out a lot which eventually turned into a friends with benefits situation. It was more like a fuck buddy situation as you would sleep with each other but no feelings were attached, you treated each other like bestfriends.

"oh jacobbbbb" you yell as you enter his house, flinging your cardigan onto the coat rack and walking towards the living room.

"Hey bitch" he reply's sitting down as you jump onto the couch nearly landing on him.

"you should've seen the teams faces when i walked in today" you say as you make yourself comfortable by snuggling into his side.

"i can imagine, you had quite the glow up" he says with a teasing smile, reaching to push a hand through his fluffy brunette hair.

"oh and i also answered your call infront of them and they gave me a talk after. They told me i wasn't aloud to go to a party with a boy or go to his house after" you say looking up to him with a small smile and a mischievous glint in your eye. He starts laughing before asking you a question.

"yeah right, what did you tell them after that" hey says as he puts an arm around you.

"i agreed with them, and then told them i would go to your house now instead" you say in a serious voice causing him to crack up laughing.

"they got really overprotective aswell, i made sure my location was off and drove off when they tried to follow me" yous say

"omg y/n, there going to murder me" he says with fake annoyance.

"yeah probably" you say casually as you stand up

"this is where your supposed to tell me that everything will be okay and i'll be fine" he says worried.

"yeah but i can't guarantee that" you say patting his head, smiling at his horrified expression.

"now hurry up, i want mcdonald's" you complain, already walking out the door and towards his car.

Once you both got your mcdonald's you decided to drive around for a bit and blast music until the sun started setting. You make your first post on instagram since break, checking for approval from jacob before posting. You both decide to call it a night as you drop him back home, giving him a hug goodbye and starting your journey home, not knowing what was waiting for you at your house.

@y/n.privssssss

Y/n.privvvs We're just friends (i promise)

@jacob: that's not what you were saying last night 🤨

> @y/n: 🤷‍♀️

@Alexia: Get home now pequeña.

@Mapi: No boyfriends.

@Ingrid: Better be prepared for a massive talk when you get home y/n.

>@Ona.B: we're waiting

@LucyBronze: You have so many laps ahead of you.

@user167283: glow up is insane

>@user73738: so hot 🥵

You finally get home, parking and locking your car you slowly start your walk up to your door. Having an idea of what would be waiting for you inside you unlock your door and step in cautiously. Hanging your keys up and taking your shoes off as you hear commotion from the living room. You walk into the kitchen casually, heading straight to the cupboard and pulls out a jar of peanut butter. Lucy and Alexia are sitting at the bar stools of the kitchen counter watching you with cold expressions. Acting like they aren't there you open the draw in search for a spoon, distracted for a second until you hear one of them fought causing you to look up.

"oh hey" you say with a small smile, closing the draw and walking around to your kitchen table.

"don't 'hey' us. We need to talk" alexia says sternly, taking a seat next to you.

Soon enough Alexia, Lucy, Ona, Mapi and ingrid are all sat at your kitchen table, glaring deadly at you.

"Soooooo" you draw out, shoving a spoonful of peanut butter in your mouth.

"what's this interrogation about" you say with your mouth full.

"Don't talk while eating" Ingrid says rolling her eyes.

"Yeah why are you eating plain peanut butter by the way" mapi says confused.

"my dinner" you shrug, there's a moment of silence as they all look at you.

"we told you that you weren't aloud to go to that boys house." alexia says coldly, honestly not wasting any time and cutting to the chase.

"No you said i couldn't go to his house after the party, plus i'm old enough to make my own decisions." you shrug.

"You're 17-" Lucy argues.

"18, i'm an adult" you correct, pointing a finger at her.

"Then why are you being so immature" she argues back.

"look i love you all, i really do" you start as you get up from your seat.

"but i'm not the same kid anymore, and i'm my own person aswell. I have the right to make my own decisions and there's really nothing you guys can do about it. You're not my parents" you say calmly, putting the food back in the cupboard and the spoon in the sink.

"Oh yeah? and what would you parents think of this" Alexia asks angrily.

"oh i don't know, why don't you call up heaven and ask them?" you say with a fake smile causing everyone to go silent.

During your time at barca you were always silent or dodging questions about your parents. They were killed in a car crash when you were 15, one of the reasons why you lived by yourself. When you first met the girls they were obviously concerned on why you were living by yourself at a young age. Every time they asked you would say the same thing.

'We agreed that it was better for me to live by myself because they're away for work a lot'

which was an obvious lie. You try to avoid the topic as much as you can considering it brings up bad memories and it doesn't help that you were involved in the crash as-well. Sitting in the back seat as the car collided with a drunk driver, you barely made it out alive. But unfortunately your parents didn't. You're reminded of the accident every time you get undressed, having scars littered all over your stomach, back and collarbone. This is the first time they have heard you talk the truth about your parents.

"w-what, you said they were away for work?" ona says quietly, the rest of the girls looking at you in shock.

"nope they've been gone for 3 years tomorrow" you say gently, as you start walking back to your room.

"i'll be back" you yell quickly, walking into your room to get changed.

The girls stare in the direction you left in shock. sure they knew your parents weren't around but they didn't ever think it was because of a reason like that. They sat in silence until you came back, not knowing what to say. Mapi leaned her head on ingrid's shoulder as she felt the tears welling up in her eyes, the other girls feeling the same.

You walk out of your room unbothered wearing a pair of fluffy pants and a bra, carrying one of jacobs hoodies but being too scared to wear it infront of the others due to their overprotective nature.

You feel all there stares as you make your way to the couch sitting down and turning on the tv.

"we really need to talk now pequeña" alexia says gently as she sits next to you.

"yeah okay" you say, pulling the hoodie on top of you so it's covering your scars.

"Why didn't you tell us about your parents, we could've helped you cope y/n" Lucy says from across the room causing you to shrug.

"didn't want to be a bother" you say gently.

"you could never be a bother" ingrid says as she takes a seat next to you.

"yeah well i feel like one" you say insecurely as you start playing with the loose strings on the hoodie.

"what makes you think that y/n" ona says gently from where she was sitting next to lucy, you look up to meet her eyes as you shrug.

"use your words pequeña" alexia says quietly.

"look i really don't want to talk about that right now" you say as you lift your hoodie over your face to hide the tears in your eyes as you lean back.

You hear a few gasps and then it goes silent, a warm hand starts tracing parts on your stomach and your confused why. That's until you realize that you weren't wearing a shirt and your scars were on full view.

"y-y/n, what is this" ingrid stutters

you remove the hoodie from your face as you look down to where her hand was on your stomach, you look up to see her teary eyes. Scanning around the room you could see that all the girls had tears in their eyes aswell as they kept their gaze focused on your body.

"oh er i was in a car crash a few years ago" you say quietly.

"how?" mapi asks hesitantly.

"a drunk driver collided into us when my parents were driving me to a school soccer game" you say gently as you examine your scars aswell. All the girls hearts break at the thought of what you had been through.

"i was on the brink of death when i was taken to hospital and only just made it out alive. I was the only one who survived" you say the last part quietly but they only just heard you.

"oh pequeña" ingrid pulls you into her arms as you sob quietly.

Your teammates had tears falling down their cheeks as they watched you breakdown in ingrid's arms. The exhaustion evident on your face as you ended up crying yourself to sleep.

The girls stayed silent as they watched how heartbroken their youngest player was. They all looked at each other in a silent agreement that they would make sure you were okay and be there for you no matter what. Although you had grown up they had a feeling that the trauma you had gone through was still having a massive impact on you. Even if you were an adult now it wasn't going to stop them from treating you like the team baby and their overprotectiveness was only going to increase a lot after tonight.

[mnnuni]

Love confessions

Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary : Sam and reader are two idiots in love Words: 1463 Warnings: none, just a little mention of a boner the rest is fluff pining

(Y/N) wasn't one of being jealous, maybe because she wasn't particularly attached to anything in her life, because of her type of life... well, that was before the Winchesters.

Right after Sam and Dean found her in a Wendigo's cave, almost five years prior, she became one thing with them. It was funny for Dean how she was the victim but also the one who led the brothers to her: she was an excellent hunter, that was the first reason why Dean let her stay with them. The second, and more important, was the smile on his brother's face every time (Y/N) said something.

Sam was an idiot, so he never did once talk about his feelings towards (Y/N), but just because he was stupid it didn't mean he didn't got close to her, they were already together in Dean's eyes. Also because it was Dean who attended (Y/N)'s drunk love confession -the only reason she learned to control her alcohol was her fear of say something too much to Sam-

"Dean." he looked up at her "they're touching him", it was the first thing (Y/N) said after the ten minutes of Sam waiting for his drink at the bar, surrounded by girls for this all time.

Dean was having the time of his life.

"I know (Y/N)" he looked at his brother, who really didn't seem so pleased by their attention, "if they don't stop in five seconds, I'm gonna cut their hands" Dean was actually laughing now, but just because he really believed she could do it, "easy tiger" he passed her his beer and she took a big gulp still keeping her eyes on Sam. (Y/N) started breathing normally again only when Sam got up from the bar stool and made his way towards her and Dean.

"There it is, our Don Juan" if she could have, she would have smacked Dean in the head but maybe it would have be too suspicious, so (Y/N) only smiled and annouced she was going to dance.

While she made her way to the dance floor Sam wasn't able to look away from her, it was incredible her ability to make everything around her disappear at his eyes. She wasn't even wearing anything fancy, just jeans and a going out top -how she called them, he made the mistake of calling them "simple shirt" one day and never tried again- but she was so fucking beautiful.

The way her hips moved with the music, her hands that moved her hair on just one shoulder while she spared the brothers one side look that made Sam's knees go weak.

"Dear God, do something" that's when his dream stopped, Dean always did this: interrupt his perfect fantasy in which him and (Y/N) where happily together by reporting him in the real life.

"I can't" Sam sighed and turned to Dean, he was looking at him with a tired expression -he was so damn tired of their bullshit-

Turns out Sam actually could do something only few minutes later when he saw a guy approching (Y/N) on the dance floor. Dean swore he never sae him got up faster; poor guy stopped in his track before he could even put a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder when he saw the look Sam was giving him.

(Y/N) felt him coming even before the other guy shit his pants. Sam instantly put his hands on her waist, just to make it clear for everyone they shouldn't get near her.

"I thought you were occupied" again, Sam was shook to reality and returned more conscious of the situation "nahh" he answered and tried to back away from her a little, even if it was so damn good just breath near (Y/N). She noticed his shift in behaviour and turned to face him, his phone vibrated for a text : "find company. Don't wait for me".

"Dean left, it's just me and you" (Y/N) didn't know if he sounded excited or frightened, he just looked stiff so (Y/N) put her hands on his hips "don't be so sad about it, i know you can dance just fine"

Was she flirting? Sam asked himself this question too many times.

He followed her hands movements and started to swing in sync with her "there he is" (Y/N) smiled and Sam wanted to drop to his knees right that moment; insted they danced together for enough time that (Y/N) started to believe she would actually tell him something tonight, also because she could feel his erection pressed to her ass and his will to touch her in any way possible -even if he didn't do it, just for the fear-

After quite some time (Y/N) took Sam's hand and walked him outside; he was so focused on their hands interwined together that he didn't question her for one second and he almost didn't notice they were at their motel until she opened the door.

"I need to talk to you"

It was the third time its fantasy vanished and Sam was sitting at the edge of the bed sweating his ass off in nervousness. (Y/N) dreamed of doing one big speech for this moment, but right now she only had to be the bigger person and spit it all out.

"I think I'm in love with you"

Yeah Sam was definitely dreaming, this couldn't be real.

However (Y/N) was rambling now and pacing around the room, "I think I fell in love with you the moment you gave me that ring on our first Christmas together, but really that was only the day I understood it because after the first month with you I already dreamed about you. And everytime I tried to tell you something about it you would smile and those dimples would pop up and my heart would melt and my stomach would drop that I couldn't even think straight anymore and I would always embarass myself. Safe to say I'm doing it right now also, but I can't keep it anymore, Sam" (Y/N) finally looked at him "i love you".

Sam felt like he was on another planet, his heart just shot out of his chest. (Y/N) loved him. How was that possibile he didn't know but God was she beautiful in that moment. He would have looked quite shocked, instead, because (Y/N) was waving her hand in front of his face now "mh?" "can you please say something?" (Y/N) wanted to actually die now that she confessed her love for Sam and he choose to mute himself "I-I... didn't expect this"

That's really the only thing he thought of saying?!

(Y/N) scoffed and sat next to him on the bed, "why you thought i was always so close to you?" "I-I really-" he seamed to only be able of stutter "okay, stop overthink, forget i said anything and let-" (Y/N) was getting up ready to run away and hide from him but Sam stopped her and kissed her. Well now she wasn't expecting this... Sam was actually, really kissing her. And it was so good, his lips so soft and his hands on her face so delicate yet desperate.

When they pulled away they were both panting, (Y/N) was analyzing every corner of his face to find a sign of remorse but Sam was still holding her, finding the courage to reciprocate her words.

"I love you." he whispered, like he wanted to let (Y/N) be the only one to listen to his most vulnerable self "I have loved you since the first laugh you shared with Dean at one of my terrible jokes and I'm sorry I didn't say something sooner but I never thought you could feel something for me" his hands moved to her waist to get her closer; (Y/N) smiled teasingly "then why were you rubbing your friend on me before?!" Sam became stuttering again "and also, why did you sleep with me so many times? I don't think the nightmares were the only reason" she had a big look on satisfaction on her face while she got closer and closer and Sam got quite again. Finally he sighed "all right you got me, I had a suspicion but I was...scared" he was so adorable with that blush on his cheeks "ohw my baby" now it was Sam's turn to smirk "yours?" (Y/N) didn't backed away for a moment, even with the light pink on her face "What? You think you can get away now?!" Sam raised an eyebrow "oh no pretty boy, you told me you love me, you're mine forever now" "mmh I'll be very happy to be" "good".

Sam kissed her again, this time more slowly and firmly; now he was kissing his girl, he had time to kiss her for a lifetime.

[kimquatz]

Musing some thoughts out loud tonight in regards when it comes to making hobby into work wrt personal projects 💭

Idk if y'all other artists have experienced this, but those moments whenever you express that you're interested in working in the entertainment industry to someone, the follow up question is often always like "Do you wanna work on making some big magnum opus/your own show/comic/game/etc.?"

And not that that's a bad thing to ask! A very understandable and normal question actually LOL. But, whenever I get approached with that question, I always think to myself... Not really? (But maybe that'll change in the future, who knows LMAO) And not that I'm afraid of the undertaking or w/e, but simply being a part of the collaborative process and bringing someone's vision to life is just as satisfying to me to be a part of tbh!

The big reasoning, for me at least, is when it comes to my own personal projects though, I want them to remain For Me ykwim? I'm not looking to make them for an audience, or conventionally tell their story in a marketable way. I want my original projects be things I keep as my hobby, to stir around in my brain and chip away at my free time.

And when I say conventional I mean, say for example, telling a whole story how you would expect through a sequential comic. However, I like the idea of simply having a story/world I play around in, and I express bits and parts of the story through different mediums like animation, comic pages, music videos, etc. (Been thinking a lot of how BAKUI goes about telling their original works) Obviously it'd be more difficult for an "audience" to parse the story and puzzle piece it together, but that's fine bc it was meant for *me* to experiment and enjoy LOL.

Plus, turning one of my hobbies into smth bigger than it's supposed to be often would make me hesitate to work on it and put it off more than I would if I was just going about it casually 😭

I realized that was always one of biggest hangs up when it came to my own projects. Beforehand I would keep hesitating like "but I need to make it good! I need to make it presentable! like I'm pitching it like a show to my followers before i can show anyone!" but that's such... an impossible invisible standard sometimes. 💀

I kinda stopped stressing myself over that so much now, and just started Talking about it publicly. Now I've made a lot more progress on my original projects than I ever have before than when I was just silently stewing it in my brain AKSJDLSAK.

[svatleena-delvera]

Hi i hope your doing fine but i was wondering if you can do a SBG head canon

Where the reader is terrified of lightning and thunder and how they would react to the reader getting scared during a bad storm

Thank you

Two requests same content let's gooo!!

@na0ay

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Warnings: none

Characters: Logan, Aiden, ben

Part 2: Ashlyn, Tyler, Taylor

✨as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me✨

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Logan fields

You were all having a sleepover at the bus graveyard

You happen to woke up when a thunder was heard you bolted up sitting down when you heard it again you covered you're mouth then ears

You want comfort but they were all asleep so all you did was hid somewhere the sits and covered your ears

You suddenly feel like you were running out of air, shaking, crying, you were startled by a hand

It was Logan it looks like his more panicking than you

"are you ok?... Why are you?.. did you get hurt"

You look at him then looking at the clock you were all passed out early

Then you looked at him again we was shaking aswell with a worried face

You were about to answer when another thunder was heard

You quietly yelp and hugged Logan, you were now sobbing while hugging him

"don't cry I'm here okay?... Look i was scared of them aswell but my grandparents made it better, just count how many number before the thunder like this, 1...2...3...4-"

Then the thunder was heard again

Logan started to count again

You both kept counting till you need to sleep

"only 3 minutes"

You both smiled at each other then hugged

Aiden Clark

Let's say you were all awake here on Ashlyn's backyard it was not raining but there was a thunder

You perfer rain than thunder, you were tense by it you were just frozen in there

Everyone was chatting laughing while you were panicking you usually cuddle up a pillow or a stuff toy but it's not here

"why hello there my nugget"

"stop calling me that" he giggled then said

"you good?, you look a bit tense?"

You nodded at him

But you flinch when there came a thunder

Aiden noticed it, he then go get his bag and went back to you sitting next to you

You asked him what's inside and he said "you'll see"

He called everyone to play bored game instead

They all agree and went to play

You wanna focused on the game but the thunder won't go away from you're mind

"here" he said giving you a nugget kind of pillow?

You almost tear up and smiled at him

He kept patting your back ti'll your relax and forgot about the thunder

Ben Clark

You both are in a music room in the school while he plays the guitar you sing along with him

Not until you heard a thunder

'looks like its gonna rain..' Ben thought as he looked at you

You were panicking you're chest raise up and down but fast he tried to comfort you Patting your back, holding you close but you were now crying

Then he remember you should just listen to music but when he checked his pocket, his bag hell even under his ass its not there

He started to panic when other thunder came making you jump from its loudness

He then sat down the ground and hold your ears and let your head rest in his chest

To your surprise he started to hum song

You two stay like that for an minute then you fell asleep but he didn't stop humming incase you woke up from another thunder

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[noeasyisnoisy]

‼️TBB S3 FINALE SPOILERS‼️

why is the music ominous.

THE LOGO IS BLACK (did that happen before and i missed it?)

please tell me they won’t all die

this is terrifying

“guard the vault” THERE SO MANY OF THEM

OMG NALA SE

YES EMERIE‼️‼️‼️

yes omega they’re here but they’re not quite HERE yet 

oh god the times don’t line up

THE TIMES DONT LINE UP

SHES FKNNA ESCAPE AND NOBODY WILL BE THERE

OR SHES GONNA ESCAPE AS ECHOS GETTING THERE ISNT SHE

LMFAOOOOO THEY KNOCKED THAT BITCH OUR

isn’t that tunnel dangerous?? like omega almost got SMACKED a million times

they’re all force sensitive though so it makes sense

if wrecker passes out or smth they’re all screwed

OMG THE KIDS ARE OUT

TURN AROUND 

the fucking timing AHHDJFKFEHD

im so stressed

IF THAT BABY DOESNT SHUT UP

i’m sorry

i love kids but THIS ISNT THE TIME

OH FUCK THE ZILLO BEAST

HELP THAT CUT OFF (the zillo beast screaming and then emerie)

YALL SEE ECHO??

“the zillo’s loose!” echo: 🤨

ok at least emerie’s job is to find them

“omega.. she released the zillo” “how do you know that?” “because that’s exactly what i’d do.” STOP IT.

YOU KIDS BETTER FUCKING RUN

ECHO HUNTER CROSSHAIR HURRY

HIS HAND 💔

wrecker you’re not fine.

crosshair you can’t with your hand

clone force 99 is dead

i

i’m just

i’m gonna go cry now

CROSSHAIR YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOURE UP AGAINST

“it’s what i deserve” SHUT UP

“we do this together” YAAAAA

“echo’s handiwork? or omega’s?” “omega.” HELP

THE OPERATORS PLAYING

IS THAT TECH

I COULDNT TELL

holy fuck

THERES 4 OF THEM???

also hemlock looked so cool with the red lights and the smoke

HOLY FUCK THE 4 GUYS

that guy has to be tech because HES ALWAYS THE MAIN FOCUS

crosshair is you sacrifice yourself istg

HUNTER

NO

UR JOKING

HE DIDNT

HE CUT OFF HIS HAND??

NO FUCKING WAY

THEY GOT THEM

emerie and echo u need to start SPRINTING

OH FUCK

ECHO

YAYAYAYAY

THE HUG STOP ☹️

STOP TORTURING THEM

me bc hunter has heightened sense which means the electricity hurts even more than it already would

SHUT THE FUCK UP HEMLOCK

IF THEY KILL CROSSHAIR ISTG

STOP ELECTROCUTING HIM YOU FUCKING BASTARD

cry count: 2

the fact that nobody has plot armor is terrifying

YES OMEGA BREAK EVERYONE OUT

nala se’s gonna die isn’t she

RAMPART WHAT ARE YOU DOING

ughdhdh tarkin

TARKINS SHOWING UP???

i’m so scared

my heart is POUNDING

nala se what’re you up to queen

is rampart gonna kill her

NO FUCKING WAY

wrecker’s waking up

omega sees them

ok

we got this!!

THE POP UP WALLS HELLO?

cmon omega free them

WHY IS THAT GUY JS STANDING THERE

HOLY FUCK THEY STABBED HIM

oh shit she’s gonna die

HEMLOCK GET OUT

NONONONONONO THE GAS

rampart stfu

HE KILLED NALA SE

LMFAO HE DIED TOO

ok but tbb minus echo aren’t in the gas

YES WRECKER.

KILL THOSE HOES

NO HES TAKING OMEGA

HUNTER

YES WRECKERRR

DID HE JS KILL MAYBE TECH

ok so i guess it’s not tech

i’m crying again why the fuck am i crying

HEMLOCK LET GO OF HER

WHY ARE THE OPERATIVES NOT DYING

IM SO SCARED RN

CROSSHAIR

LET OMEGA GO YOU BITCH

ALSO WET HAIR HUNTER MEOWOWOWOWOW HES SO FINEEEE

stab him omega

you got this crosshair.

im bawling rn

YES

THAT WAS SO SMOOTH

now hug.

AWWW

i’m sobbing

THEY MADE IT

THEY DID IT

holy shit they left right as the empire got there

that’s actually terrifying

YESSSSS RESEARCH IS GONE

PROJECT STARDUST OMG

THE DEATHSTAR

THATS SO COOL

AWWW EMERIE ☹️

i’m sobbing again

THAT WAS SUCH A PERFECT ENDING

oh it’s not over

ADULT OMEGA

SHUT UP

GONKY

GRANDPA HUNTER

why is he such a dilf hello

sorry

“you’re our kid omega”

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP I CANT

TECHS GOGGLES

OK NOW THAT WAS THE PERFECT ENDING 

i’m gonna go type a paragraph 💔

[another-lost-mc]

you are so real with being disappointed on nightbringer cause i feel the same way

Oh, I have complicated feelings about Nightbringer.

(I’ll use a Read More link here because of vague OG S4 discussion.)

I didn’t whale in OG but I was much more willing to spend extra money chasing cards I wanted. I was really motivated to catch up on all the story content too since I didn’t start playing until the later part of the pandemic. I know S3 and S4 aren’t the greatest bits of story-telling ever written but I had hopes for more Celestial Realm content (a visit and maybe Michael appearance) in S5 based on where Simeon’s storyline was heading.

(I usually picture MC traveling to the CR to see Michael in S5, and maybe another visit of new angels to the Devildom in S6 once tensions are resolved.)

Overall I really liked getting involved with the fandom and I started posting fanfics here. I was so happy with my curated little card collection of favs — Lucifer was my original favourite, followed by Simeon, Barbatos, Solomon and Asmo — and exploring the game with my writing.

And then Nightbringer was announced.

After I spent probably too much money collecting all the HDD cards I wanted not long before that.

And the cards weren’t going to be transferable to the new game! ISN’T THAT FUN?! (Solmare logic, probably.)

I mean, I get it. It’s the nature of gacha games and the motivation is to grow the player base and revenue potential.

Sure, whatever.

And some parts of Nightbringer are fine, while other parts leave me desperately wanting more. Detailed lore that ties into the OG game and characters I care about, more in-depth characterization. Another slow burn love interest would be nice too since NB completely changed the direction of Barb’s development compared to OG S4 (side-eyes Mephisto and Raphael as new potentials). Also, as time goes on, I find myself not really caring who Nightbringer is. Does it even matter anymore? Like…whatever, you do you, buddy. lol

My face if they reveal it’s Barbatos/Solomon/Michael all along:

Oh, and more ROMANCE? Hello??? The babysitter role and goofy family dynamics are satisfying to a point but then it gets stale. Some of the Devilgrams are boring too, and don’t get me started on the EVENTS. I enjoyed the vampire one last year that sparked a random writing frenzy of vampire AU fics, but so many of the events fall flat for me. Anyone else just use S or A Rank skips to breeze past the story bits because 90% of it is boring as hell? Yeah, same.

It sounds like a lot of complaints, but there’s still more about the game I love or I wouldn’t be here: my favs, most of the artwork, the music! The new Dateables song is so goofy - what are those lyrics? - but they didn’t autotune Simeon to death and he sounds so much better than he did in Question Love (the only song whose remix I like better than the original).

I love the people I’ve met in this fandom and being able to share story ideas and headcanons. It’s so exciting when new lessons and cards are announced because the player base gets invigorated again (even if things fall a little flat upon arrival). I’ve splurged on some merch (official and fan-made) and I love being self-indulgent and commissioning artwork of my favs and MC together.

Oh, and I love my OCs. 😚 @ them all.

[octuscle]

Cursed Ken, part 6: New member of the public order office

Vincent loved his job at the public order office. He was a greasy little employee. A small cog in the big clockwork of politics. But when he wanted to, he could torment and harass people. And as he otherwise had little joy in life, he made the most of this power. Much to the chagrin of those around him.

Vincent had been walking through the new bar for an hour. It was disgusting. In his opinion, gay bars should be banned anyway. But here? Vincent was fully aware that it would become a breeding ground for disease and a hotbed of promiscuity once it opened. But he would find enough reasons to prevent it from opening. Shit, the distance between the bar and the wall was right down to the millimeter. Everything was fine again. Disdainfully, he picked up the doll standing on the shelf between the glasses. That there were even dolls now that represented these perverted faggots. He was about to put the doll back again. But it was gone. Had it fallen off? Never mind, with a bit of luck he would just step on it.

"Okay, then I guess we're through. Everything's fine, congratulations!" Vincent heard himself say. He signed the acceptance on his tablet and sent it to the authorities. The owners of the bar grinned. And Vincent felt dizzy. And then he had to sit down. The last thing he managed to get out was a request for a drink. Someone put a pink martini in front of him.

When Vincent regained consciousness, the bar was dark. Dark apart from a bit of black light and a strobe on the dance floor. Loud music blared through the rooms. It was still early. His wristwatch read 2 p.m., as far as he could tell in the dim light. But the first question was: why was he wearing what was obviously an incredibly expensive Breitling watch? And the second question was: Why was he wearing the watch on such well-tanned and excellently defined forearms?

It was dark around him. But it was obviously already well filled. He could vaguely remember having issued the operating license. But he didn't know why. Had he been drugged? But when and how? And how had the bar filled up within maybe an hour and a half? He had a lot of questions. And no answers.

DAMN IT! Had someone just grabbed his crotch? He pushed the hand away. Away from the smooth material of his trousers. Under which his huge, hard cock felt so good. The latex trousers were so tight that you could see the veins on his cock. And speaking of hard: The muscles under the pants felt damn hard, too. Hard and defined. With a slight groan, Vince ran his hand over the smooth and shiny fabric. There she was again. The hand from the darkness. It didn't run along the inside of his thighs like Vince's own hand, it took the path from his cock up one sixer towards his nipples. Vinc wanted to find it all disgusting. But he found it hot. It made him horny. He moaned loudly. The foreign hand was followed by a tongue. From his hand slowly towards his armpit. Vince imagined how she was about to lick out his smoothly epilated cave while he…. Enough with the gay shit! Vince jumped up. He fended off hands and tongues. He just wanted to get out of here. He was sweating in his latex pants. He had to piss. And everything here disgusted him. He fought his way through the crowd towards the toilet. He still knew where it was from the acceptance test. He also knew that the doors couldn't be locked. But he couldn't pee at a urinal. He was as if he was welded into his pants. How on earth was he supposed to pee like that? He desperately tried to block the door to the cubicle on the one hand and to free his perfect body from this hot material, which showed off all his assets so well, on the other. And again he got a hard-on at the idea of someone else helping him to free his body. Vince stepped back from the door. And immediately a hairy guy in leather chaps seized the opportunity. He freed Vince from his overalls. Vince couldn't hold it in any longer and pissed in the toilet bowl. He was then pushed against the partition wall. And with a loud moan, he was fucked for the first time in his life.

His watch had shown 02:00 instead of 14:00 earlier. It was 06:30 when Vince walked out of the darkroom towards the bar one last time. The new bar was awesome. He had actually been here to dance. But he had been fucked more often than in the whole of the previous week. Yes, his outfit had been inappropriate for that. Next time he would wear something assless.

The last Pink Martini was on the house. Vince thanked the hot bartender with a deep French kiss. He would call in sick today. The job at the public order office sucked anyway. He would look for something new. The world was open to a man like him.

[juiles]

Sticking Out Sucks 3

Requested: no

Summary: part 3 of the au where they find out a secret of yours they dont love.

Tags: fluff

Triggers: smoking

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I looked out at the field below my window as I sat on the windowsill, a cigarette between my lips taking small puffs. A calming lull of security ran around me as Queen songs played on in the background. This was something I did when I knew my new mothers were out. It was a lot easier to hide when they hated me. Well, I guess they never hated me but when they decided to ignore me for my own benefit. Something I’m still getting used to is having two parents who care about my health. If they knew I smoked, they would freak out, I would probably get grounded for life.

I heard the elevator ding meaning someone was coming on to our floor which was odd because nobody but me and my mothers ever came up here. I quickly extinguished the cigarette in my hand and stashed the whole pack and my lighter away in a small nook right outside that was kept dry by a stone I shoved over top. I quickly sprayed some body spray around my room and settled back on the windowsill, music still playing in the background.

I heard a knock and yelled come in. My door opened and Bruce was standing in my doorway. “Your moms told me to feed you while they were gone, din-“ He stopped mid sentence and sniffed the air around him. “Why does it strongly smell like vanilla with a hint of cigarette smoke in here?” My heart rate picked up slightly but, on the outside, kept a calm façade. I shrugged flipping the knife in my hand around. “Y/N?”

“Its probably someone outside smoking. I had a candle lit not too long ago.” I muttered looking over at the man in the doorway. “What did my mothers say you were to do again?” I asked placing the switchblade on the dresser beside me.

“Right. Food is on the table in the kitchen. Its pizza and wings. Sorry I can’t cook like your mom.” He said with a small sheepish look on his face. I shrugged and grabbed my phone off my bed, following him as he walks out my door and towards the elevator.

“That’s fine. I was used to less than that before.” I said as he pushed the elevator button and the doors opened with a ding. I pushed past him lightly as I got on, him following up behind me and pressing the button for the main living floor where the kitchen was. We stood in silence as I scrolled through my phone.

“If you’re smoking you need to tell me.” He said out of the blue, making me look up at him with shock. “You’re thirteen years old. Your body is not ready to handle those types of things. Those drugs.” He said looking at me strongly.

I tried to play it cool. “If I was smoking Bruce, you wouldn’t know. I’m to smart for that.” I bit my lip looking down at my feet as the doors opened. I quickly stepped out of the elevator and made my way towards the kitchen trying to get away from him.

As I sat and ate my pizza, the doors opened revealing my two mothers, dirty but otherwise not looking to bad. “Detka.” I looked up and my face broke out into a giant smile. My safe people were home. It had been a week since my breakdown and they’ve been nothing but supportive in everything I need and I knew that tomorrow we would be having the conversation with Fury about taking me off missions, something that I was ridiculously looking forward to.

“Momma!” I said, hopping off the stool and running towards the two women. “Mama! You guys are back early! I thought you wouldn’t be back until early tomorrow morning!”

“We happened to finish early so we thought we would come home and spend the night together! Movie night?” Natasha said with a small smile as I wrapped myself up into their arms. Nat sniffed my head then pulled me back with a raised eyebrow.

My smile immediately faded as I looked up at the redhead in front of me. “Hi mama.” I said sheepishly. Her smile faded as well as she looked over at Wanda then back at me. “We have pizza…?”

“Why do I smell cigarette in your hair young lady?” She asked, nervously I shrugged and went back to the counter where my pizza was sitting. “No. Why do I smell cigarette in your hair?” I shrugged again and took a bite of my pizza, knowing it was fruitless to lie to them, but I still didn’t want to admit it to her.

“Natasha what are you talking about?” Wanda said, making her way over to me and placing a kiss on my head before she stopped and sniffed my hair as well. I knew I had forgotten to spray something, my hair. “You do smell like cigarette smoke. Why?” Wanda said, making me put down my piece of pizza.

I shrugged again but stopped when I heard a cough from beside me. “No lies. Truth. Now.” Instead of taking that properly, my whole body felt like an instant reaction to Wanda’s words, and I immediately went into defense.

“Why should I tell you the truth?” I snapped standing up. I pushed past the redhead on my left and found my way up the stairs and into my room. “FRIDAY, keep my door locked, no one can enter, not even Wanda and Natasha.”  I opened my window and grabbed my cigarettes, quickly pulling one out and lighting it. I took a few puffs, tears falling down my face. “Why the fuck would they want to keep me now? You’re fucking stupid Molchalin. Why would they want to keep you now?”

My door was kicked open and, in the wake, stood my redhead mother looking at me with nothing but concern and worry. “Why did you run off detka? Why did you lock yourself in?” She said running towards me, ignoring the currently lit cigarette in my hands, and pulling me into her arms. I felt the cigarette get taken out of my hand and I instinctively wrapped my arms around Natasha, small sniffles coming out.

“I’m sorry mama! I’m sorry!” I cried out looking up at her. She shushed me, tucking a piece of red hair behind my ear and pulled me into her again. Rubbing my back to calm me down. “I’m sorry I lied, I’m sorry I smoked!”

“No more tears malyshka.” Wanda said pulling me into her arms next.

“We just want to know if you plan on continuing to smoke or if you want to stop. We would really like to help you stop. Youre so young detka.” Natasha said, sitting on my bed, prompting wanda and myself to sit next to her.

“It’s calming… it makes me feel serene… something I don’t get very often.” I mumbled, picking at my fingers, being held in my mothers arms. “It was more often from when you guys ignored me… it was easier to just feel spacey then deal with what I really felt on the inside.”

“From now on, when you feel the need to smoke, why don’t you come to one of us?” Wanda suggested, running her fingers through my hair. “You come to us and we talk about why you might be feeling that way rather than smoking and ruining your body hmm?” I looked up at her, eyes wide and full of fear.

“What if I’m not sure why I feel that way?” I mumbled looking back down at my fingers. “Sometimes I feel feelings, I don’t understand and its just easier to float away than feel them…”

“Well momma and I were talking on the flight back and we thought about maybe putting you in therapy… we all had to do it when we first got out of wherever we got out of and since your now in our care, we think it would be very helpful.” Natasha said braiding my hair in small sections. I shrugged holding the teddy they had recently gotten me, tightly in my arms.

“Its scary…”

“But it will be easier with us on your side. Now, movie and cuddles? I can go get the pizza and some snacks?” I immediately perked up when mama mentioned movie and cuddles and nodded my head quickly.

“Yes please!”

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[sunnyxjarrus]

Last Episode review of the bad batch season three: episode 15 ‘ The Calvary has arrived

I feel like I must state it 2-3 am and I am very emotional about it being the last episode this show has been with me for so long and I have turned to it nearly every time I have had a long day or just had a low mood I would turn to it to cheer me up

I doubt that it ending will change that but I will miss not actually knowing what comes next

anyway spoilers below the cut

wrecker having no care for his own health and just wanting to get omega out

echo saying “she released the zillo beast…..it’s exactly what I’d do” really reminded me of Rex in rebels with “you shot us you actually shot us “ and now I’m sad

”really this is what puts him to sleep”

“clone force 99 died with tech.” I’m fine I swear I think I will recover eventually in about 5 years maybe honestly that whole scene just made me think that I might actually need therapy after this episode. Also this did the most out of anything to tell me tech was dead but not enough to crush my denial

crosshair saying that he deserves whatever would’ve happened had he gone in alone(edit in)

Cross lost his hand

my baby boy sniper lost his hand

Emerie protects the children

Omega is absolutely insane

skipping to the end

salt and pepper Hunter and Omega leaving to be a pilot

omega’s all grown up I could see the obvious growth between the seasons but I don’t think I was actually emotionally prepared for full grown adult omega.

And as seen no cx-2 reveal

I do not recommend listening to ‘misguided ghosts’ by paramore immediately after for all the crosshair girlies just an added note for you guys but who knows maybe just don’t listen to music because I might just have them on my mind

[sillygoose067]

Over the 7 Seas

Ch. 33

Charles Leclerc x Reader

The next few days pass with a kind of mundaneness, going through the motions of your everyday life as usual. You text and call Charles in between breaks, usually late at night, because, as Sabrina Carpenter said, “I’m working late, ‘cause I’m a singer [and music producer]”. 

Charles sends you a text one night. Are your suitcases packed?

…No,why?, you reply.

You didn’t forget that I’m taking you with me to LA, did you?

Shit. It had completely slipped your mind with how busy you’d been on a recent project. 

…I did. Ok, thanks for the reminder though, I’ll get that done ASAP.

When’s the flight?

Of course, baby. I knew you had a lot on your mind. Flight’s in 2 days, I’ll pick you up around 1:30 pm, we board at 2:45.

…

The day of the flight, the moment Charles steps into your place, you drop everything and rush to him, hugging him tightly. He oofs in surprise but then reciprocates. “I missed you”, you mumble into his hoodie, squeezing him tighter. 

When you part, he regards you with soft eyes and a little smile, cupping your cheek (which you lean into), and bending down to leave a peck on your lips. “I missed you too Cherie.”

By the time you’re boarding the plane, which you find out is somewhat private, meant to transport all the grid drivers to their destinations together, you are a ball of nervous energy. Now that you knew that the other drivers and their WAGs (a term Marie taught you, now that the two of you were a part of the category) would be there, you were worried about first impressions. 

You hear loud laughter coming from inside the aircraft, and Charles manages to drag you in. You feel all eyes turn to you as your boyfriend pulls you along to your seats. You stand awkwardly, unsure of how to act when one of the women rises and welcomes you, taking your hand to come sit with her instead. “Hello! I’m Francisca, but just call me Kika. I’m Pierre’s girlfriend. Come sit with me and the girls so we can get to know each other more. Us women need to stick together, you know?”

Turning to Charles, you silently ask if it’s alright for you to leave your intended seat and join the WAGs instead. You get your answer when one of the other drivers, Max? claps Charles on the shoulder and hands him a Nintendo controller, plopping down into your original seat as Charles shrugs at you.

You get introduced to Kelly, Lily, Heidi, Lily Z., Carmen, and Rebecca, all wonderful, beautiful women. You share stories about your different occupations, and how each person met their partner. You meet P, Max and Kelly’s daughter, a sweet little girl bubbling over in curiosity. When it’s your turn to share, you tell the ladies about California being your home state, and one of your plans being to go to some beaches. 

“Wow! Can we come too?”, asks Kika. 

“Sure, I’m sure Charles won’t mind.”

“Yay! Ok, I’ll just check with Pierre, he should be fine with it.”

“And I’ll talk to Carlos. There’s no way that man’s going to refuse me”, says Rebecca slyly. 

Kelly tells you that unfortunately, she’d already made plans to take Penelope to Disneyland, and Lily, Alex’s girlfriend, tells you that she’d love to come, but she has a golf tournament the entirety of her stay. 

The eight of you bond over how cute your drivers are and predict how the next GP will go.

…

When you land in LA, you’re met with a sweltering heat you certainly hadn’t missed. The staff drop all of you off at our respective hotels. Charles changes out of his sweater and into a T-shirt. You decide to stay in for the day and rest. 

“Wow! An infinity pool! That’s so cool, I’ve never seen one before!”, you exclaim excitedly as you skip around the hotel room– No, actually, the hotel suite because your boyfriend just didn’t know how to even pretend to be broke. Not that you minded, duh. Poor man had to follow you around as you yanked him around by the arm. 

You both take some cooling showers and change into some thinner clothes for the sake of not melting into the ground from the heat.

Refreshed and lazing around in each other’s comfort, Charles rolls on top of you. “Oof”, you groan. He simply ignores you and lays his head on your stomach while you run your fingers through his hair. “Cheri, I think I’m going to take a nap like this.”

You let out a horrified shriek. “Charles! I will literally die if you do that. You DO know that you have a huge head… and a lot of it is from your ego.”

He tickles you in response and you squeal, squirming to get out from under him, but his weight on top of you traps you, his fingers relentles. When you finally manage to take a breath, cheeks flush and glowing, hair askew, Charles pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of you. “What was that for?”

“Mmm, I finally have the perfect lock screen wallpaper, duh.” He sticks his tongue out at you.

You hum, unable to move yet. “Your fingers are evil”, you comment. 

Your boyfriend just lifts his head and smirks, mirth in his eyes. “Really? You’ll be saying something VERY different about my fingers in a few months.”

You just quirk an eyebrow, confused by what he means when it hits you. Somehow you find it in you to smack him. “Charles, ewwww!” And the little bitch just cackles. You mumble something into your arm. 

“What was that baby?”

You whine, refusing to repeat, but he pokes your stomach again and you’d rather not be tickled again while you’re already so weak from the last round. “I said… it might not take a few months…”, and somehow you manage to turn even redder while you watch his eyes widen and pupils dilate.

[cetaitlaverite]

Why All This Music?

Masters of the Air - Rosie Rosenthal x OC

link to the masterlist is here updates will probably be slower after this one - sorry, but thank you for the continued love!!

11. The Idea of Romance

Freddie found it difficult navigating the sea of people in the officers’ club. When she’d left the base had been empty, all but one crew unaccounted for. In the week she’d been away replacement crews had arrived and she herself had brought back with her a whole new gaggle of wireless operators. Suddenly, the base was alive with people again. Freddie just didn’t recognise most of them.

She had a hard time trying to find Millie. She wanted so badly to just talk to her best friend but now she had hordes of brand new w/ops fighting for her attention, calling her ‘ma’am’ and asking her questions. Some of the new boys, new airmen and new German-speaking wireless ops, kept asking her to dance. She hadn't been asked to dance since Rosie had arrived - all of the old crews had known her well enough to know to steer clear of the subject.

The music was loud and Millie, Freddie found, being incredibly rude by not paying any attention to the conversation she had been dragged into, was at the bar. Drinking herself silly, just as they had done together on Freddie’s last night before training.

She’d feared that this might become a habit.

“Excuse me,” Freddie said hastily, exiting the conversation even though one of the new airmen was mid-sentence. She pushed her way through throngs of people, ignoring them when they tried to stop her to talk, until she was finally at Millie’s side. “Mils -”

“Freddie!” Millie greeted her, bursting with all the excitement of a puppy. “I was looking for you but I couldn’t find you so I came to get another drink.”

Freddie smiled at her kindly, hiding her grimace at the way Millie was slurring. “How many have you had so far, Mils?”

“I think this many,” Millie said, lifting a hand to hold up four fingers.

Freddie didn’t believe her. “Beers?” she asked.

“Whiskeys,” Millie corrected. “Beer isn’t strong enough, Fred.” She gave Freddie a meaningful look, as if to say she was disappointed she’d had to explain that, before turning back to the bar to stare down the barman in the hopes her scrutiny would make him serve her quicker.

“Do you think maybe you should slow down?” Freddie asked warily. “We don’t want you to end up like we all did last time.”

Millie brushed this comment aside. “I’m fine.”

Freddie sighed. “Mils -”

“I said I’m fine,” Millie snapped. “Or I will be, when Atley eventually lets me order another fucking drink!” Her voice rose in volume and agitation until she knew Atley, working the bar, could hear her. 

“Coming right up,” he said. His glance at Millie was wary and intimidated. It made Freddie wonder how many times this had happened since she’d been away. Had Millie been drinking herself into oblivion every night for the week Freddie had been training?

“Mils,” Freddie said as gently as she could manage, laying a hand on Millie’s shoulder, “drinking won’t make anything better.”

“It does,” Millie disagreed, shrugging her hand off, refusing to look at her. “When I drink I don’t feel it as much.”

“You can’t drink until he comes back -”

“I’ll drink until the end of my fucking life if I have to,” Millie cut across her coldly. “If that’s how long it takes for John to come back then that’s what I’ll do.”

Freddie’s heart was aching because she knew this pain and even still didn’t know how to stop it. She’d tried everything when Daniel had gone down. She’d turned to cigarettes but been dissatisfied with the short-term hit, had turned to drinking but it had only made her weepier, had only made her miss him more. She’d turned to driving stolen military jeeps as fast as she could down country lanes, to staying awake for days on end until her body forced her unconscious, had managed to break into the airfield infirmary at one point and had injected herself with morphine just to dull the ache. 

But none of it had worked. All of it had made her feel like a shell of herself. Every time the thrill subsided she’d be left feeling empty, confronted with a darker world than the one she’d been trying to escape.

“It won’t help,” Freddie insisted, leaning on the bar to avoid being overheard. If Millie wasn’t going to accept gentle words then Freddie would have to give her blunt ones. “You can drink yourself into unconsciousness as many times as you like but it won’t change the ache you feel. It won’t bring him back or make you love him less.”

“You think you know all about this, Fred,” Millie said, pushing up from the bar and knocking back the glass of whiskey Atley had placed in front of her in one go, “just because you lost a boyfriend too. But you don’t. It’s different for me than it is for you.”

Freddie took a stumbling step away from her. “How do you figure?” she asked, her hands shaking at her sides. Her cheeks were burning and her eyes were stinging. Millie may as well have just slapped her across the face.

“Because you found Rosie,” Millie told her lowly, finally turning to face her. “You’ve moved on and I won’t be able to.”

Freddie’s jaw fell open. She took another stumbling, instinctive step backwards before changing her mind and stepping back in close. “I know you’re only saying this because you’re drunk,” she said, her hands shaking so viciously she had to curl them into fists, “and because you’re hurting, so I’ll tell you this once and pray you never give me a reason to say it again: fuck you, Millie. Fuck you. Don’t speak to me like that. I’m trying to look after you the way you always have for me. Don’t punish me for my efforts.”

She gave Millie no time to reply, just turned on her heel and stormed away. 

Freddie felt like running away. She felt like hiding. She felt like taking Meatball and traipsing all the way off base until she could sit with him in a field and listen to herself think, until she could cry and be sure no one was going to ask her about it.

But that would do no one any good, especially not herself. She’d grown up since she’d turned to escaping as a form of self-defence. 

“Rosie,” Freddie said. She was trying her best to mask the wobbling of her voice as she stopped by the table he was sitting at with his crew. He looked up at her instantly, the moment he’d heard her voice, eyebrows furrowed at whatever he found in her eyes. “Can we go?”

Without replying verbally, Rosie immediately stood from his table and led her out the door. He didn’t spare time to say his goodbyes, didn’t finish off the pint of beer which had still been half-full in front of him. No questions asked, he took the lead and guided her out, a hand resting protectively on the small of her back and a stormy expression preventing anyone from bothering her this time. 

Once outside, Freddie could finally breathe. The night air filled her lungs as she gasped for breath, calming the stinging in her eyes.

“Come on,” Rosie said gently, taking her hand to guide her away from the door.

Freddie held on tight to him, wrapped her other hand around his arm to feel him close, tried to settle her breathing and ease the ache in her throat. She didn’t want to cry about this. Millie hadn’t meant what she’d said. Millie needed patience and Freddie would give it to her. She would be prepared for the attack next time. This time, she just needed to calm down.

Rosie led Freddie into one of the men’s huts - his hut, she presumed, which was mercifully empty - and over to a bed in the corner. The position of the bed was exactly the same as her new bed, the one she’d chosen today - furthest from the door and the bathroom - and she smiled as she sniffled, following him over. 

“Why don’t you sit down, alright, Fred?” Rosie suggested gently, guiding her by the hand until she was close enough to the bed to sit down on it. 

She did, wiping at the slight moisture beneath her eyes, unavoidable even though she’d won the fight against her tears. 

Rosie started rummaging through his footlocker and Freddie watched him idly, thinking distantly about the lemonade she’d been drinking from and had misplaced at some point amidst the confusion of conversation. She wanted that lemonade now. Maybe she’d go back and get another one once she’d settled herself down.

“Aha,” Rosie muttered in triumph as he came upon what he’d been searching for. He stood to his full height, hiding whatever it was behind his back, and came to crouch in front of her. “Now,” he began, smiling just slightly up at her, “it’s not much, but there wasn’t a gift shop at the flak house, so this is the best I could do.”

Freddie giggled quietly, nodding in acceptance of his disclaimer, before he produced a pilot’s crusher cap from behind his back.

“A pilot’s hat!” Freddie exclaimed, smiling as she accepted it from him. “Where did you get it?” She knew it wasn’t his - his was sitting beside her on his bed. 

“Found it on a bench on the grounds,” Rosie explained, chuckling slightly, just a little bit awkward. “I figured if the guy who owns it ain’t gonna look after it I know someone who will.”

“I will!” Freddie assured him, sharing a smile over the top of her new hat as she turned it over in her hands. “Thank you, Rosie. Really.”

“Of course,” he replied, taking the hat from her hands and placing it gently on her head. “See,” he said as he came back to crouching before her, “I bet you wear it better than he did, too.”

Freddie grinned, smiling shyly and shrugging in response to his subtle compliment.

Rosie gazed at her for a beat, his eyes searching her face, before his smile turned softer. “You feeling a little better?”

Freddie nodded.

“You wanna tell me what happened back there?”

She drew in a deep breath, nodding more to encourage herself than in response to him, before she confessed quietly, “Millie and I had an argument.”

Rosie frowned. “What about?” He’d never known the two of them to be anything other than thick as thieves. They were always either attached at the hip or gushing about each other, each other’s closest confidant and greatest hero.

“She’s developing a drinking problem,” Freddie said quietly, meeting Rosie’s eyes and staying there. “Because of Brady. She was already clearly drunk and only ordering more so I tried to get her to stop. And she told me that I don’t understand what it’s like for her because it’s different for me, what I went through with Daniel.”

“Why does she think it’s different for you?” Rosie asked softly.

Freddie hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip as she considered this next confession. They had been Millie’s words, but would it be presumptuous of her to repeat them as though she agreed? She and Rosie were friends, nothing more, but there was something about their relationship which wasn’t, had never been, strictly platonic. It had been clear to both of them for a while that Rosie was following Freddie’s lead and going at her pace, and once she was ready to go ahead then he would make the move.

Even still, giving voice to it would feel awkward. They had never spoken about their attraction to one another.

Freddie sighed and let it spill out of her. She was tired of holding things in. “Because I have you and she said she won’t be able to move on.”

Rosie and Freddie watched each other closely, each wondering what they should say next. Rosie was fighting hard to force himself not to ask whether Freddie thought she had him the same way she’d had Daniel, whether what was between them was developing into romance, but he knew it wasn’t the time. Freddie, on the other hand, was fighting not to try to cover her tracks, to dismiss the idea and destroy all the progress they’d made. It was instinctive to reject the idea of romance even when it was there. But it would do neither of them any good.

Instead, Freddie forced herself to talk about her feelings. She never had been much good at it but Rosie made her want to try. “It made me feel so… dismissed,” she admitted. “She knows all about how I’ve been struggling, clearly still struggle even now, with what happened to Daniel. She’s my best friend - she’s the one who is always, always there for me when I break down about it. So for her to say that it’s different because I’ve moved on…” She took in a stuttering deep breath, willing herself to calm down. “It felt like a slap in the face that she thinks I’ve forgotten Daniel just because I’ve met you.”

Rosie nodded, coming to sit beside her on the bed as he considered his response. “I can understand why that would hurt you so much,” he told her softly. “And Millie needs to apologise. But she loves you and I know her well enough to know she didn���t mean it.”

“She shouldn’t have said it,” Freddie argued.

Rosie nodded, watching her struggling against the quivering of her bottom lip. “I know. And if she says it again we’ll have a problem. But she’s hurting, and you’re the person she feels safe enough with to let it out.”

“That doesn’t make it right.”

“No,” Rosie agreed. “But did you have much of a hold on your actions after you first lost Daniel?”

Freddie cracked a tiny smile at this, turning until she could press her face into Rosie’s bicep. “No,” she admitted.

“There you go.”

Freddie laughed quietly into his arm. “Rosie?”

“Sweetheart?”

“Can I sit in your lap?”

He grinned - she didn’t see it but she knew he was grinning - and shifted to lift her into his lap instead of replying.

Freddie moved around until she got comfortable, removed her new hat and placed it beside her, then tucked her face into that safe place beneath his chin where she felt like no one could get her. “I like it here,” she told him.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mh-hm,” she hummed her agreement. “Feels safe.”

Rosie didn’t say anything to this, just pressed a gentle kiss to her head.

They sat in silence for a while, each thinking different things, before Freddie sighed and sat up until she could look into Rosie’s face. “I had a glass of lemonade which I left back there,” she informed him.

Rosie laughed. “You wanna go back and get it?”

Freddie nodded.

“Alright,” he decided.

“But I want to sit outside,” she added. “I don’t want all my new w/ops asking me questions, or all the new airmen asking me to dance, or to run into Millie. I want to sit with the stars.”

“Alright,” Rosie agreed once more.

“Will you sit with the stars with me?”

“Absolutely.”

“We’ll have to pick up Meatball first,” Freddie went on. “I feel bad that I left him for so long.”

“Meatball is very welcome to join us,” Rosie assured her.

Freddie grinned. “Oh, I wasn’t asking for your permission. I was just preparing you in case he tries to sit in your lap.”

Rosie tipped his head back and laughed. “Right,” he conceded. “What’s that thing people say about dogs adopting the traits of their owners?”

Freddie let out a loud, abrupt laugh and hit him lightly on the shoulder. “Shut up!”

“What? It’s not true?” Rosie teased, his eyes flicking down to where she was clearly still sitting in his lap.

Freddie rolled her eyes. “No, it’s true. It’s just impolite to say it.”

Rosie smirked. “Sorry, Fred.”

“Yeah,” she replied. “Me too. I’ve let you get entirely too comfortable. I’m wearing the trousers around here, Rosenthal.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Rosie acquiesced with a joking salute.

Freddie patted his curls, just because she wanted to. One day, she thought, she’d be brave enough to run her fingers through them. Today, at least she got to touch them. “Good,” she approved. “Now let’s go. I want to sit on the grass before the sprinklers get us again.”

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random thought bc I've been listening to Six on repeat: the queens claim that the only reason they're remembered is because of Henry, but would Henry be one of the most iconic and well-known English monarchs if not for them?