#caps are fucking ugly but we move

[mctwinkdom]

The way they wear their caps is so.... them

[dannyricsmirrorball]

opposite • aa23 ੈ✩‧₊˚

she looks nothing like me so why do you look so happy? now I think I get the cause of it, you were holding out to find the opposite.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairings || alex albon x singer!reader, alex albon x lily muni he

ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre || social media au

ੈ✩‧₊˚ summary || based on sabrina carpenter's opposite. after an abrupt break up, alex begins to show of his new relationship while reader reflects on their relationship.

alt. he was holding out to find the opposite

ੈ✩‧₊˚ warning || sad, kind of alex hate but also not idk

ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n || ok ok first ever alex fic i hope u guys like! also absolutely no lily hate, she’s my fave fr but anything that seems like lily hate is just plot purpose i love her! i also never use blonde face claims but for the purpose of the song narrative i thought it made sense x

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yourusername 😋

tagged alex_albon

username34 the cutest couple evaaaaa

williamsracing our favourites💙

⤷ yourusername love you admin

username72 mum&dqd frfr

carmenmmundt linda 🩵

alex_albon candid 😍

⤷ yourusername fuck off

georgerussell63 resorting to shirtless pics. shameless albono 😦

⤷ alex_albon taking a page out of your book georgie

⤷ yourusername im not complaining 🙃

liked by williamsracing, logansargeant, and 109,992 others

yourusername recent flicks

tagged alex_albon

username71 y/n in the studio!!!

⤷ username18 are we finally getting new music?!

francisca.cgomes 😍😍😍

username2 alex on the vespa w his helmet 😫

landonorris ugly shoe twins

⤷ yourusername ugly papaya twins @oscarpiastri

⤷ oscarpiastri wtf-

rachelzegler u finally got ur ass back in the studio 🌟

carmenmmundt eres hermosa 🩷

⤷ yourusername 😘😘😘

alex_albon my beautiful girl

⤷ yourusername gag

⤷ alex_albon ig ill just fuck off then

⤷ yourusername also so you are on ur phone…

⤷ alex_albon my phone is on dnd baby 😩

liked by charles_leclerc, albon_pets, and 309,028 others

alex_albon lately with my lady 😋

tagged yourusername

username17 albon winning everyday

francisca.cgomes run away with me @yourusername

⤷ yourusername im coming baby

⤷ username10 fork found in kitchen

danielricciardo albon.jpg when?

username4 she’s so cutieful

username12 height difference 😫

username6 backwards cap alex u do things to me

liked by yourusername

yourusername this is really sweet ☹️

⤷ alex_albon gag

f1 the dynamic duo of our dreams 🏎️🎤

liked by username8, username91, and 24,098 others

f1updates happy 6 year anniversary to our fave couple!

tagged alex_albon, yourusername

username1 holy shit SIX YEARS?!

username23 all the people who said she’s only with him for money and fame finding out she’s been with him since b4 f1 and they’ve known eachother since high school

⤷ username4 he dropped out so…?

⤷ username23 sorry i should’ve clarified i meant like teenagers bc it was when y/n was in high school, they met bc her brother did karting with alex

username46 alex and his peace sign are unstoppable

username3 their height difference has moved me

⤷ username8 tall bf and his 3x🍎 tall gf

username61 betting on a 💍 this year

⤷ username43 same they’re sooo endgame

username12 if they break up love is dead

liked by georgerussell63, patrickh_coach, and 450,982 others

alex_albon happy anniversary bunny 🐰❤️

tagged yourusername

comments have been limited by creator

yourusername love u loser

yourusername my honey bear 🥰

⤷ alex_albon your duality

liked by francisca.cgomes, susiewolff, and 309,092 others

yourusername happy anniversary to my favourite person, six years around the sun with the love of my life. to the person who makes me laugh and smile,, i will never stop writing songs about my eternal muse. to forever with you ❤️

tagged alex_albon

username81 oh god i’ve never felt more single

carmenmmundt my faves ❤️

username9 parentssss

francisca.cgomes happy anniversary to the most talented brilliant amazing wonderful person i know and her chauffeur 💝

georgerussell63 how’ve you dealt with him for that long? 😳

⤷ yourusername he’s been your boyfriend much longer x

username8 i will never stop writing songs about my eternal muse GOD WHEN IS IT MY TURN

⤷ username71 oh to be y/n y/l/n’s muse

username44 SIX YEARS?! i remember her first tour when she adjusted all the dates to follow the f2 calendar 🥹

username02 wish my camera roll looked like that

⤷ williamsracing ours lowkey does 😅

albon_pets happy anniversary y/n🐰 and alex 🐼! let’s get nandos to celebrate ❣️

natalie_pinkham question finally popped?! 😍

⤷ yourusername not yet! hahaha

⤷ username19 six years and no ring…

username92 come on albono put a ring on it

username7 don’t know how albon pulled it off but he better lock it down soon

username5 bro propose already

username42 i feel bad for y/n

⤷ username16 she should cut her losses

username16 how has he not gotten down on one kneee yet jesus

username63 STILL NOT RING?

2 weeks later

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yourusername know it’s for the better 🫤

username71 waiting room lyrics? i fear parents have divorced

username23 do we think they broke up?

⤷ username63 don’t even joke lad

username11 have they broken up?

username17 they haven’t posted or been seen together and they unfollowed… i think it’s over

phoebebridgers 🩶

luisinhaoliveira99 pretty girl ❤️‍🔥

username45 she’s in the studio so on the up side new music?

⤷ username12 remember when she said no more break up songs bc shes over the past and has nothing to be sad about in her relationship welp

francisca.cgomes banger song…

⤷ yourusername tiktok fix you mashup is even better 🙃

username27 NOOO THIS IS NOT FOR THE BETTER

username3 all i can think of is y/n commenting about the coldplay remix bc like “tears stream down your face when you lose something you can not replace”

⤷ username81 gonna end it all

liked by williamsracing, landonorris, and 309,727 others

alex_albon abu dhump ✌️out team ✌️we UP

tagged williamsracing

landonorris she broke

⤷ alex_albon 🤣

⤷ username1 wtf.

⤷ username17 this is not the same man that said y/n was the light of his life and sometimes the only good thing about it

username17 all men are the same.

username13 i reckon he’s salty y/n wouldn’t wait for him to be ready

username6 u were meant to be different ALEX

username52 could commit to a six year relationship but not marrying her… yeah ok

username17 yeah YOUR up

georgerussell63 congrats on the season mate must’ve had a great support system 🙂

⤷ username10 man is livid

⤷ username67 he’s basically lost one of his closest friends bc his best friend strung her along for over half a decade

⤷ username2 hmm i agree obviously it seems alex was the reason they broke up but acting like he didn’t love y/n is kinda crazy

liked by landonorris, yukitsunoda0511, and 450,029 others

alex_albon tis the sea-sun 🎅

landonorris all those bags for one?

⤷ alex_albon don’t pack light 😉

⤷ username82 there’s no fucking way

username81 guys it’s probably just a friend lol

username15 weird but ok

username17 they broke up let him move on 🙄

⤷ username27 two weeks ago…

username09 rip

username8 no way he’s already moved on

username27 guys this could just be a friendly trip like there are other people there as well

username61 y/n’s gone MIA and alex is out posting his thai land holiday

⤷ username7 people process things in different ways

liked by emmaraducanu, alex_albon, and 120,982 others

lilymhe 📍🇹🇭

username81 this is the girl in alex’s post?

username11 pretty!

username23 liked by alex albon…

username09 slaying the off season 😍

username7 who is this girl?

⤷ username4 she’s an american pro golfer in the lpga

carmenmmundt 😍

⤷ username71 rip parents are divorced and i think alex got gr and carmen

liked by lilymhe, landonorris, and 309,091 others

alex_albon new year new goals

username45 new year new gf lol

username6 albon tryna soft launch?

landonorris simp

username11 i wonder how y/n feels…

⤷ username3 this has to be a blow to the heart

⤷ username17 hope she has him blocked

williamsracing ready for the new szn albono 💙

username11 lily wearing his helmet ☹️

⤷ username4 same one y/n used to use…

⤷ username88 how do u know it’s her

⤷ username13 just guessing

username18 fucking hell

username61 and they told me people grieve in different ways…

liked by carmenmmundt, alexandrasaintmleux, and 408,928 others

yourusername happy new year 🌟 been locked in the studio 🤍

username72 girl tryna play it cool but the tolerate it lyrics giving her away fr

username25 SIX YEARS

username42 she’s been locked in the studio while alex is out soft launching his new relationship lol

⤷ username7 new album about to hit

francisca.cgomes dress 😍

username61 “some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world”…

username7 some people making it sound like alex never lived y/n

⤷ username63 no i think it’s that he seemed to love we so much but his actions compared to y/n are very odd

carmenmmundt feliz año nuevo 🩷

⤷ username71 phew they’re still friends

username71 y/n out of hiding!!! 🥹

username6 rep era 🖤

⤷ username23 more like ttpd 😳

albon_pets happy new year y/n 🐰🥳

⤷ username18 she’s still their bunny 😖

liked by carmenmmundt, alex_albon, and 183,093 others

lilymhe ❣️

emmaraducanu wag duties ✌️

⤷ lilymhe 😂🥰

username17 yeah this really hit,, lowkey missing y/n

username7 she’s in bahrain?! welp

username55 awww she’s wearing his merch 🥹

⤷ username6 so cute she’s wearing the merch his ex gf helped design xx

username12 ok i love y/n but lily is soooo pretty

username63 new wag!

carmenmmundt love

williamsracing 💙

liked by username23, username16, and 23,099 others

f1updates new f1 couple confirmed! pro golfer and rumoured girlfriend of alex albon spotted in the paddock for the first time seemingly confirming the couples status. there is a lot of discourse among fans regarding how quick the williams driver has moved on from his last relationship with singer y/n y/l/n, the pair were together for six years after abruptly splitting following their six year anniversary.

tagged alex_albon, lilymhe

username63 i mean they’re cute but i miss y/n

username17 so cute 😍 much better suited to eachother

⤷ username82 i love that they’re both athletes so they understand each other more

username99 she matches alex’s energy 😍

username44 he looks so happy 🥹

username13 cute couple

username1 they will last i think

liked by lilymhe, williamsracing, and 299,928 others

alex_albon bahrain tested: car ✅ food ✅ greens ✅

tagged lilymhe

username71 HARD LAUNCH

lilymhe need to work on that swing

⤷ alex_albon yeah you should

⤷ lilymhe oh!

lilymhe pretty sweet caddy 🥰

williamsracing things we like to see 💪

username2 awww they’re so cute

username14 couple goals

username23 parents ❤️

username2 they’re perfect together

landonorris 🔥

liked by francisca.cgomes, charles_leclerc, and 309,727 others

yourusername if i don’t laugh ill cry xx

francisca.cgomes sabes q és linda?

⤷ yourusername i love u

username1 prettiest

username09 stop she defs saw alex’s post

username23 all men do is lie

carmenmmundt ❤️❤️❤️

logansargeant sunscreen?? 🧴

⤷ yourusername so funny logs

⤷ username2 their friendship 🥰

username7 i feel so bad for her

username16 everyone breaks up she should get over it

username12 six years…

liked by alex_albon, williamsracing, and 239,029 others

lilymhe triple M dump 🇲🇨🇨🇦🇺🇸 with some ⛳️ in between

tagged alex_albon

username71 oh my god she’s the most beautiful girl in the world

alex_albon my beautiful girl

alex_albon wow 🤩

alex_albon prettiest in the universe bunny

⤷ lilymhe 🐰❤️

⤷ username62 THEY HAVE HIT THE PENTAGON

⤷ username3 he’s so?! not the bunny nickname… have some shame albono

username45 rip

username82 she is out of this world 😍

username43 idk if anyone knows what im talking about but i remember this interview a couple of years ago where alex said his celeb crush was this one tv actress, ive forgotten her name but i remember she looked exactly like lily does

⤷ username6 his perfect type 🥰

⤷ username47 remember who he was with then…

⤷ username82 my girl y/n catching strays all the time

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yourusername i scream inside to deal with it like AHHHAEGEGBDBDHEHJEJDNXNJE

tagged oliviarodrigo

username45 girl is going through it

username22 “you’re the only girl i’d ever want” yeah ok liar

liked by yourusername

oliviarodrigo girl-

⤷ yourusername happier, pretty isn’t pretty, & stranger is a lethal lineup. don’t ask why i know… 💜

⤷ username42 wooh deadly combo

⤷ username25 just two ‘teenage’ girls who make the most gut wrenching twisted experiences sound like fairy dust

liked by oliviarodrigo, yourusername

username5 bunny nickname was sacred i can’t believe this 😖

username16 last slide is so real girl 😩

francisca.cgomes validddd

username11 i really don’t think she’s taking all of this very well

⤷ username18 u think?!

liked by lilymhe, patrickh_coach, and 230,838 others

alex_albon happiest with my girl

tagged lilymhe

username23 day b4 y/n’s birthday…

⤷ username45 he knows what he’s doing

username28 he’s never looked happier than with lily 🥰

lilymhe my silly boy

landonorris whippeddd

username67 pinterest couple 💌

username18 i love that they seem like best friends as well

username61 i want what they have ☹️

username77 his girl awwww

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yourusername opposite out now 🌟🐰

username23 the golf fit and bunny emoji SHES MESSY!

alexandrasaintmleux trop belle 🩷

username8 nah not the golf outfit when his current gf is a pro golfer…

username17 “she looks nothing like me so why do you look so happy?” after his ig post rlly hits

username13 i wanna hug her 🫂

username62 really her eternal muse….

username37 does she step out the spotlight so u bathe in it? GAGGED HIM

⤷ username2 righttt like especially since when they were together she was always the more famous one and he was the bf

georgerussell63 🤩

⤷ username11 alex may be his best mate but he hast to stan

username16 “i’ll never stop writing songs about you” well she didn’t lie-

username34 them always joking about how alex was a bad texter but now he’s with lily he’s suddenly the fastest replier ☹️

⤷ username9 “oh so u can reply just to not me” 🫤🫤

carmenmmundt so good ❤️

⤷ yourusername ily

francisca.cgomes TRYNA TAKE IT AS A COMPLIMENT ITS KINDA FEELING LIKE THE OPPOSITE

⤷ yourusername my best friendddd

username8 u were holding out to find the opposite is CRAZY

username92 “you knew i would see that” 👹👹

username6 “face like that other girl your in love with” OH OH OH

username63 “i know now even if i tried to change that somehow you’d end up with her anyway” alex albon when i catch you

username77 “when you said i’m beautiful was i bein lied to?” SHUT UP

⤷ username6 when he’d call her the prettiest in the universe…

username23 just rip my heart out and stomp all over it

2 years later

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yourusername recents flicks x

username17 oh my god that dress is everything

username4 her and drew 🥰

drewstarkey 😍

username8 i really think she’s finally healed and that makes me so happy

alexandrasaintmleux can still hear charles singing sky fall 😭

⤷ yourusername remind me to never give him the mic at karaoke again

⤷ username45 so happy they still keep in touch

⤷ username92 yeah same but i also miss her and carmen&george

⤷ username67 what happened? 🙃

⤷ username92 well nothing specific but they stayed friends after her and alex broke up but i guess it just got kind of complicated and now the only interactions were really see of them is them liking each others posts

francisca.cgomes that dresssss lindaaa 🩷🌟

username62 pretty

username17 awww her and drew look adorable

⤷ username4 idk i still think she’s trying to find someone to recreate what she had with alex and it still hasn’t work but drew is the closest she’s come

⤷ username23 all while he’s still with the girl he got with like two weeks after they broke up

liked by williamsracing, georgerussell63, and 1,098,993 others

alex_albon she said yes! i can’t believe i get to marry my dream girl, as soon as i saw your face i knew i was gonna marry you. forever us, i love you 🐰

tagged lilymhe

username81 WHAT?!

username62 oh my god i would hate to be y/n rn

username12 after 2 years… but strung y/n along for 6 with not even a hint of a ring

⤷ username1 when yk yk i guess

georgerussell63 congrats mate x

carmenmmundt ❤️

username72 y/n y/l/n found screaming crying

⤷ username3 y/n is unbothered,, she has a man and is sooo over alex

lilymhe can’t wait to marry you,, to forever with you ❤️

⤷ username17 “to forever with you” i want to kms that’s exactly what y/n said on her last post w alex

alexandrasaintmleux congrats you guys ☺️

⤷ username4 oh to be in kika alex and y/n’s gc right now

landonorris ggggg

username71 this has to be slap in the face to y/n

albon_pets congrats alex 🐼 and lily 🐰 we love you guys ❤️

⤷ username44 albon pets using the bunny emoji for lily now when it was always for y/n is heartbreaking

username5 yellow cab light theory 🙃

⤷ username77 ??

⤷ username5 i just remember in satc miranda saying men are like cabs: “When they're available, their light goes on. They wake up one day and decide they're ready to settle down, have babies, whatever, and they turn their light on. The next woman they pick up — boom! That's the woman they marry.”

⤷ username14 yeah it also about how love isn’t about commitment but rather timing lolllll

⤷ username77 ohhhh so alex’s ‘light’ turned on after breaking up with y/n and it’s not that he’s more committed to lily but rather the timing is better for him than it was w y/n?

⤷ username5 basically 😳

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yourusername you were holding out to find the opposite 🙃🐰

username61 they have hit the pentagon (again)

username1 oh my girl i thought we’d moved on

username73 she’s still at the restaurant 💔

username9 posting this while she has a whole ass bf 😭

⤷ username88 she gafff about that man in comparison to alex,, alex hung the stars for her

username23 “how am i supposed to close the door when i still need the closure?”

username14 “i saw you met somebody and im jealous as hell that i can’t even stomach loving somebody else” farkkkk they still kill me

⤷ username9 it’s been 2 years and she still can’t stomach it 🫤🫤😫

francisca.cgomes ❤️

username18 people using lyrics from emails i can’t send rn is making me want to cry ☹️

alexandrasaintmleux belle 🩷

username42 THE BUNNY NOOO

username16 everyone saying she’s moved on and doesn’t care obviously doesn’t remember how hard the break up hit for her like she was in love with that man

⤷ username45 they were meant to grow old together ☹️

⤷ username33 “i care but i don’t”

username62 he did end up w her anyway….

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first alex fic!!! definitely not the last but pls let me know what you think xx

[shotmrmiller]

since i'm rambling about self inserts? (is that it?) now you're miserably turning over on the bed, pulling the comforter over your head because you wasted a whole whopping 70$ for MW3 only to get an unfinished game and a piss-poor half-assed shock value main character death.

You fall asleep thinking about what you'd do differently- how johnny wouldn't die so needlessly, maybe even convince Captain Price to let Johnny put a bullet in Makarov's head in that helo.

And when you wake, your surroundings are different. The bed is too small when yours is a king, the innerspring mattress creaks when you sit up, even though you explicitly bought a memory foam.

The walls are spartan instead of the personalized decor you had. Looking over the edge of the bed, the floor isn't carpet. It's an ugly, white vinyl tile.

Where the fuck are you?

Your hands are callused but the only time you even got one was when you tried your hand at gardening, only to eventually realize you could kill a cactus with your brown thumb.

Hopping out of bed, you beeline to your bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. Almost everything is the same. Eyes, hair, body, height.

Only difference is your flesh. It's littered with scars- both old and new. A thick, pink jagged line across your clavicle (a blade?), a puckered star shaped keloid above your hip bone (A gunshot wound?)

Stepping back out into the room, you carefully survey the space around you. A tac vest you swear you've seen before hangs on the back rest of your small chair.

Two black glock-19's sit on the desk. How do you know that? You don't know lick about weapons.

There's a large sheathed blade by your nightstand table. Didn't Rambo have one of those?

Suddenly, it hits you like a ton of bricks. You're dreaming. Jesus. Maybe you should start reading some smut fanfiction before bed to get Simon in your-

A knock at your door pulls you out of your degenerate thoughts.

oooookay.

Padding quietly to the door, the metal of the handle feels shockingly cold. How wildly vivid.

"Ye- what the fuck?"

What the actual fuck?

"Language."

...

Your mouth gapes in utter disbelief. "Simon?"

His dark eyes narrow behind his skull mask. "Chummy, are we?" He steps forward, forcing your neck back at an uncomfortable angle to keep your eyes fixed on his. "You and I, Sergeant, ain't friends. It's Ghost to you. Clear?" he snarls.

You swallow thickly. "C-Crystal, sir."

He tips his chin forward. "Get decent, I'm to take ya to the debriefin' room."

what?

"Now."

Spinning on the balls of your feet, you hastily dress, and grab the vest on the chair. UK flag on it. Tactical. Heavy as hell.

Your hands move on their own, and fingers smartly clip buckles, pull up zippers and close the pockets- as if you've been doing this your whole life.

What is happening?

When you get to wherever it was you were going, you're met with more recognizable faces.

Captain Price stands in front of Laswell, bulky arms crossed as he speaks to her in a hushed tone.

Gaz sits on a chair with his head hanging back as he blankly stares at the ceiling, trademark cap in place.

And then there's- "Bonnie!"

Johnny.

"Good to see Simon dinnae eat ye on the way here."

Simon Ghost doesn't react to the jibe at all.

Why are you sitting in the middle of the 141 listening to Laswell debrief about Hassan? Why aren't you waking up yet? You're lucid. The sharp sting of your nails digging into the palms of your clenched hands isn't dulled.

"Good hunting."

This can't be happening.

This isn't real. The heavy helmet strapped to your head. The weight of the bulky tac vest full of equipment. The painfully tight straps around your thighs. The way the rifle feels in your hands, solid and dense.

Not real.

Until you're offloading with Bravo Team in Al-Mazrah on the search for Major Hassan. The tall grass grazing your pants, the NVG's over your eyes to help you see in the dark. The harsh recoil of a weapon you've only ever used in a video game. The gurgling sounds of the enemies as they choke on their blood by your feet. The bullet whizzing past you, clipping your cheekbone. The burning sting of it, white-hot pain.

Real.

It feels fucking real.

[vienssunshine]

Good Luck!

pairing: Maki Zenin x fem!reader nsfw/cw: dom!Maki Zenin, hate/breakup sex, alcohol wc: 3.3k author’s note: this is inspired by good luck babe by chappell roan description: a bad breakup compels a male distraction, that is, until you run into your ex.

You stumble into the corner of the hallway and the man you’re pulling along doesn’t even ask if you’re okay. Or maybe he does, you can’t hear over the music blaring through your friend’s apartment. Either way, it doesn’t matter, you’re fucked up and need to be touched, now. 

The door of the closet barely closes before you shut your eyes tight and pull him into a kiss. Immediately he slams the tip of his tongue against your sealed lips, demanding an entrance that you concede, opening your mouth up to him and the wet thick muscle that he plunges in and out of it. Only then you realize you’ve been holding your breath, and you shakily release it through your nose while his palms land on your waist, fingers slipping under the fabric of your going-out top. 

His hands crawl up to your breasts, pawing them, and he groans your name into your mouth. You go to moan his back, but you think you’ve forgotten it. Shit, did you even ask? It doesn’t matter, you don’t need to know it. There’s no feelings, no hard conversations, no real connection. He’s just a man, and that’s what you need him to be.

You don’t want to think about it anymore, and your tug at his shirt prompts him to pull it off fast. So easy. Too easy. You rake your hands over his chest; the hair covering it is rough and prickly. So you move your hands to his head instead, knocking off his ugly baseball cap so you can spread your fingers through his short hair. He grunts, pulling your hips close to his. The raging hard-on pushing through his pants stands in stark contrast to the fact that you’re not wet—it just isn’t the same. No, you push the thought out of your head, you’ve got to keep trying.

Hand in his hair, you bring him down to your neck, having him kiss and suck at it. It feels okay, you could make it work. You tilt your chin up, close your eyes, and think of–

“Are you kidding me?” A voice pierces through the haziness of your head.

You pull the guy off of you and look over to see a figure leaning against the doorframe. Your drunken state does little to buffer the feeling of your heart plummeting into your stomach. 

Maki crosses her arms. “What, only a week since we broke up? And you’re about to fuck some dude?” 

Said dude puts his hands up. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to get in between anything.” His voice is laden with vocal fry and a lot more nasal than you thought. Well, you were preoccupied with doing things that didn’t require it. 

Maki nods her head to the party, “Why don’t you go join everyone else? I need to have a little chat with my ex here.” 

Defiant, you grab his forearm. “No, stay,” you coo. You spare Maki a seething glare when you say, “We were just starting to have some fun.” 

He looks to Maki, whose gaze remains icy and strong, leaving no room for opposition. Decided, the man scrambles to get his shirt from the floor and side-steps past Maki, giving you only a glance as he says, “Uh, I’ll just…I’ll see you later? Okay?”

He doesn’t wait for your response before he’s gone. 

You scoff and begin fixing your disheveled shirt. Just as expected for a man, to be entirely useless and not give you what you want. 

“Get that out of your system, then?” Maki taunts. 

“I would have, had you not-so-kindly interrupted,” you retort.

“It was more like your hookup was interrupting the party.”

“It was not,” you counter.

“The door was wide open. It’s like you were begging me to see.” She scoffs. “Is that what that was? A set-up to make me jealous?”

You refuse to let yourself ask whether it did in fact make her jealous. 

“I didn’t even know you were here,” you respond, “And not that I need to defend myself, but it wasn’t a set-up, it was real.” With a flippant shrug you add, “He’s really hot.” 

She raises an eyebrow. “I thought you weren’t into men.” 

“Well, I’m definitely done with women,” you say, “Men are just easier.” You press your lips together before finishing with, “You don’t get hurt.”

Maki watches you, evaluating your statement. You might have given a little more insight than you meant to. 

She takes a breath and says, “So you’re just done with women, then?” She steps forward. “I have a hard time believing that.” 

“You don’t know what I want,” you return, leaning back against the wall.

“I think I do.” Maki closes the closet door behind her, dimming the room so the only light is what’s coming through the crack of the door. Even if it was pitch-black, you would know her eyes are trained on you; you can feel their weight. She moves forward and places her hands on the wall behind you, her palms planted just above your shoulders. You don’t want to admit it, but it flicks on a small flame in your lower stomach. It makes you actually feel something. 

You glare at her, “Even if you do, it doesn’t matter. We’re broken up.” 

“Doesn’t mean I don’t care anymore.” She leans down into the crook of your neck, her breath ghosting over a now racing pulse. You stiffen, careful to not move an inch; you’re not sure what you’ll do if the lips you’ve been missing for days meet your skin. She moves to the other side of your neck, as if a puma circling its prey and deliberating where to strike. “I don’t like seeing you in pain,” she whispers the words against you, “Seeing you frustrated.” 

“Fuck off,” you snarl, but your voice wavers. “You’re the reason I’m like this.”

Maki hums. “Then I should take responsibility.” She closes the gap, running her lips up your neck to your jawline until they’re right in front of yours. With her face so close, you’re able to feel her words: “If you’ll let me.” 

You’d like to blame it on the alcohol, you really would, but you’re clear-headed and resolute when you smash your lips to hers. Like a hit of a drug, in a second your body fills with bliss. It’s so natural, fulfilling. It makes sense. She’s been gone only a week, but it feels like an eternity passed.

Maki’s hands drop from the wall as she draws you into her, deepening the kiss. One arm snakes around your waist and the other up your back so her fingers can tangle into your hair. You let out a sigh of pleasure, but it’s really one of relief. Then, with a firm grip on your roots, she pulls your head back, exposing your throat so she can duck down and greet it with eager lips and experimental bites. The sensations, unpredictable and delightfully rough, have you melting into the wall behind you, the arms she has wrapped around your body keeping you upright. 

“Fuck, Maki,” you gasp, trying to hold your little moans back. Her attention on your neck, especially your pulse points, is sending sparks of pleasure down into the rest of your body. Your head falls back even further into her hand and she tightens her grip on your hair, sending tingles radiating all over your scalp. 

“Yeah?” she says, certainly leaving a mark just above your collarbone, “Gonna say you missed me yet?”

Your hand lands on the back of her head, pushing her further into your neck, not willing to entertain her with a response. She grins against your skin before sucking another mark onto your collarbone, hard. Your hips shift, thighs rubbing together subconsciously, affected by the warm desire building between them. And with her body pushed into yours, Maki’s able to feel every squirm, every indication that she’s got you worked up and needy.

She releases your hair and brings her face back up to yours. You draw her into a kiss that quickly becomes open-mouthed and messy. The hand around your waist comes up and pulls at the bow tied between your breasts, undoing it with one swift movement so the top falls open, revealing more of your chest. 

“Wearing something so easy to take off? Yeah, you really wanted to get fucked tonight.”

You huff. “So hurry up and do it already.”

Maki pushes the loose fabric away, indulging in the sight of how your bra lays over your exposed chest. If you weren’t feeling so impatient, you would be pleased at how long it takes for her to drag her eyes over you, drinking in every detail like it’s the first time she’s ever seen your body like this.

“I think I’ll take my time,” she concludes, kissing just above your bra, making your breath hitch, “Been so long and all.” 

“More reason why we shouldn’t wait,” you grit out, running your hands over her neck and into her hair. It’s so hot in here, do closets usually get this hot?

She pays no mind to your argument, kissing along the lining of your bra and letting her fingers roam over your breasts. It feels so nice, her lips on your sensitive skin, especially with the occasional swipe of her thumb over your hard nipple pushing through your bra. It’s just that you’re aching much lower than where she’s kissing.

Maki’s not going to go down there, at least not yet. Her sadistic streak will drag this out at a glacial pace until she gets what she wants: the admission that you’ve been missing her as much as she’s been missing you. It doesn’t make you very happy to give into her, to admit you were wrong about breaking up with her and your pursuit of male affection. But you’re really struggling here. You’ve been so worked up, so sexually frustrated and pissed off that you turned to men. Men! And that idiot couldn’t even get you wet, let alone make you finish. Now you’re with someone who can, and, after a week of frustration and bitterness, god do you want to feel better.

You fold. “Maki…please,” you say, “I need it. I need you. I’ve…missed you.” The words ring dangerously true, and, for a second, you worry that’s all she wanted, to be able to say “I told you so.” She could leave right now, entirely satisfied by your desperation. 

Maki tortures you with the few seconds she stays quiet, savoring the words she’s been trying to get you to concede. “Glad you admitted it,” she finally says, looking up from your chest with a glint in her eye that can only be described as devilish before she sinks down to her knees, hands traveling down your waist to your hips as she goes. Her attention elsewhere, she misses your equally devilish grin, so pleased with her decision. Even at the cost of your ego, you love getting what you want, and with Maki, it’s worth it. 

You shudder when her fingers unbutton your shorts and then dip into the waistband and pull them down. Your hands settle on her shoulders as she runs her hand down the fabric of your underwear to nestle into the crevice between your legs.

“So wet already,” she says, rubbing the wetness seeping through your underwear between her fingertips. “So fucking desperate.”

“Put your mouth to better use,” you say, tugging your underwear down to mid-thigh.

“If that’s what my girl wants,” she says, finishing your movement, pulling your underwear down to your ankles with your shorts.

“I’m not your girl,” you argue, kicking off the fabric pooled at your feet.

“We’ll see how you feel later.”

Her fingers splay out over your hips, holding you still as she admires the mess she’s made out of you. Her hot breath fans against the wetness spread between your thighs, only reminding you of how soaking wet you are from hooking up with her for just a few minutes.

Maki puts her hand in between your thighs, once again running her fingers over your folds, only, this time it’s without the buffer of your underwear. You squirm a little, but her hold on your hip keeps you in place. She doesn’t make any attempt to avoid your clit, brushing against it as she dips into the wetness of your folds. The sensation is raw, and you squeeze at her strong shoulders every time she does it.

Then her fingers, thoroughly coated in your wetness, move back to your aching hole, circling and prodding the entrance with her fingertips. Your lower stomach tenses, anticipating the moment she’ll fill you and bring about the sensation you’ve been so desperately trying to replicate.

Instead, she leans forward, placing a kiss on your mound, before opening her mouth and latching it onto your clit, giving it a harsh suck. 

“Maki!” you cry out, either from the shock or the pleasure, before slamming your palm over your mouth. You drop your voice to a whisper-shout. “You can’t surprise me like that, we have to stay quiet,” you say, eyeing the door.

“Keep it down then,” she mumbles into you, fingers digging into the softness of your sides. Her eyes flutter closed and she leans forward to encircle your clit with her mouth again, resuming her licking and sucking. You fight with yourself to keep the reactions internal, but it’s a losing battle, forcing you to clamp your hand over your mouth as you pant and moan.

This is a reason why you broke up. She’s always pushing you past your limit, like fucking you loudly in a closet at your friend’s party. It’s why you went after a man, because it would be quick, emotionless, and quiet. But, you don’t think that kind of hookup would have turned out to be nearly as hot as this one. 

Her tongue swipes over your clit, lathering the bud with its delightful wet texture. Heated pants from her mouth warm your mound and folds. The hand not tasked with quieting your noises tangles into her hair as she goes down on you, leveraging a handful of her dark locks to move her head along with the pace that’ll get you there. 

Tingles shoot through the sides of your abdomen when she presses her tongue flat against your clit, applying a pressure that has the dormant energy in your stomach making itself known. The sensation only intensifies when two fingers slip into you—with no warning, of course—but you find it hard to take issue with it because of how quickly they begin massaging your insides in the exact way you like. 

“Bet that man wouldn’t think to touch you here,” Maki says, pushing her fingertips against your g-spot. She seems pleased when you moan from it. “Wouldn’t know how you like it, either.” She resumes licking you while pumping her fingers in and out, the sound of wet slick and moans filling the closet. The two-front stimulation has your thighs shaking, your poor body barely able to handle how good she’s making you feel. 

“Fuck, Maki,” you moan. Your fingers covering your mouth have fallen open, the gaps letting your shuddery breaths through. Head clouded by lust, you don’t make an effort to muffle yourself again, every thrust of her fingers pushing any rational thought threatening to form from your head. 

“I missed this,” she whispers between licks. She grins against you, “I know you did too.”

“Fuck–ah–fuck…you…” you get out.

“Mhmm,” she hums, amused. 

“This is so…god, it feels so good–m’gonna…”

“Gonna?” she prods, “Keep talking if you want me to keep going.”

Your head falls to the side. “Gonna cum, I’m gonna cum for you. I feel it…I’m almost there.”

Her fingers curl deep inside you, pushing against the walls, intent on realizing your words.

“I feel it,” you repeat, delirious, “It feels so good, fuck, Maki, you make me feel so–”

Your fingers knot into her hair when it happens. A wave of pleasure slams into you and your head falls back against the wall, whole body shaking and surging with pleasure.

“Fuck, ohmygod,” you moan, ecstasy pushing up through your abdomen and down into your thighs. 

You whine her name, begging for reprieve, but she doesn’t listen. Her tight grip on your hip offers you no escape, and she keeps licking and sucking until she gets every drop of pleasure from your orgasm out of you. 

When she’s finished with you, only then can you crouch down against the wall, unable to remain standing. Your breath comes out rapid and uneven and you clutch Maki’s forearm until you can speak again. 

“Too much for you?” Maki says, brushing your disheveled hair out of your face, “Still want a man instead?” She punctuates the taunt with a kiss to your cheek. 

Though your instinct is to tease her back, to deny what you feel, you get out a ‘no’ before turning your face to meet her lips and bring her into a breathy, undoubtably sincere kiss. “I don’t want that.”

“Good,” Maki responds, before kissing you again. 

There’s a knock on the closet door. You both snap your heads towards it; the crack of light shining through is now obscured by a figure outside. 

That man’s familiar voice, entirely unpleasant to hear again, travels through the door. “Hey, sorry, I just…uh…can I come in real quick? Are you done talking?”

“What the fuck?” Maki whispers to you.

You pull your shirt back on, hurrying to tie it. “I–I don’t know–” you raise your voice to call out to him, “Just one second!” 

“Uh…okay,” the man answers. 

You drop your voice back down to a vicious whisper, “I told you we were too loud!” 

“We?” Maki questions, grinning.

You huff, yanking your underwear and shorts back on. “Yes we were too loud,” you say to her, moving on to fixing your hair. Why did Maki have to make such a mess of it? She stares back at you, smiling and unconvinced. “Just…whatever,” you say, taking Maki’s hand and standing up. 

You crack open the door, still flustered, with cum dripping down your legs that you have to hope he doesn’t notice. 

“Hey, how’s it going?” you say, playing it as cool as you can. Maki snickers.

“Hi,” he responds with a wave. Then he drops his hand back down to his side before peering past your shoulder to notice Maki behind you.

You force a smile. “So…can we help you?” you ask. 

“Uh, yeah. I left my lucky hat in there and I need it for beer pong.”

“Your hat?” you say.

“My lucky hat,” he corrects.

“Right,” you say, turning to look into the closet. Sure enough, there’s a baseball cap upside-down in the corner of the closet. “Oh, yeah, it’s just right over there.” You step out of the way so he can reach over and grab it. 

He puts it on—backwards—and says, “Thanks for the help, ladies.” His eyes flick from your face to Maki’s and he clasps his hands together. “Y’know, you’re both pretty hot.” 

You furrow your eyebrows. “Thanks?”

“So…would you like…want to have a threesome?” 

Maki rolls her eyes and with a dry laugh says, “You’re not our type.” She wraps her arm around you and pushes past the man in the doorway.

He watches you both head back to the party. “Uh, so is that a no?”

[rrenzwrld]

things everyone says in ‘secreto de amor’ that just makes sense

i have 19 chapters of that story written in my notes and…i just noted some quotes that i wrote that i thought was funny idk

this was just something random bc yall not gon know what’s going on💀but i will post them maybe

“don’t let your brother get you fucked up.” — connie

“i don’t even want you thinking she’s cute. think she’s ugly or something.” — jean

“it’s the way you actually don’t know how to mind your fucking business.” — jean

“to be aggressive with girls you don’t know?”

“especially if they’re pretty.” — connie

“i don’t wanna have to go to jail for some bitch boys on my day off.” — jean

“yeah, like he’s okay i just don’t know why he keep talking to me.” — you

“to be nosy. give us something to talk about.” — tia

“two weeks?? oh you’ll be dead before he gets back.” — tia

“so? older dick be the best dick.” — tia

“why did you leave me on the couch last night like i was some whore?” — connie

“you’re so nonchalant. like have you ever given a fuck in your entire life?” — connie

“you saying that like it’s a bad thing. his dick little or something?” — tia

“you’re so soft and quiet and he’s…he sells drugs.” — sasha

“there you go with that nonchalant shit. i swear, almost nothing moves you.” — connie

“you were probably overthinking, you look like a terrible overthinker.” — connie

“i dunno why sienna don’t just stay with anthony, they both hoes anyway.” — connie

“oh that’s mr. rocky. i think he has to pee.” — connie

“only if you brush your teeth so connie can get a kissy.” — connie

“you have pretty toes. can i put them in my mouth?” — connie

“shit fat, ma. lemme bite it.” — connie

“oh? i think we missing a couple chapters.” — you

“yeah. while you out here having babies n shit, i’m over here playing the old maid.” — you

“why you lock me in? tryna kidnap me?” — connie

“do i need to buss a cap in his ass for you? for you to forget about him and focus on me?” — connie

“damn…i thought you said you weren’t experienced.” — connie

“i’m not. i just like to read sometimes. — you

“it’s really always the quiet ones.” — connie

“i just ruined my bed because of you, what do you think?” — you

“i know you not new to this…whore.” — you

“mr. rocky is all yours. you made him feel really good.”— connie

“i thought you were half black, why are you so corny?”— you

[mykoreanlove]

mislead in a cap

You stood on the balcony overlooking the neon city lights while Hoseok was standing behind you, silently smoking his third cigarette. Neither of you said a word but it was evident that a lot was lingering on his mind. You felt the cold summer breeze on your naked skin, shivering lightly. 

Hoseok flipped the cigarette aside and hugged you from behind, sharing his body warmth with you.

„Why do you still keep seeing me, y/n?“, he muttered softly.

There it was. The question that had been lingering in the back of his mind for a very long time. He was right to ask as there was no plausible reason for you to keep doing that. Doing him.

„I guess I kind of like it“, you mumbled truthfully. 

The grip around your waist got harder as he was leaning into you more.

„But you do remember our conversation from the first time?“

You sighed heavily, still remembering every word from that night. You had moved to Seoul for a fresh start, a fresh beginning in life, love and moreover in yourself. It didn’t take long for you to meet Hoseok as you had a mutual friend but you never had predicted the outcome of your serendipitous meeting. Shy glances turned into passionate gazes accompanied by coy kisses that turned into lustful sex. He wasn’t your typical type but you felt a pull towards him like never before. 

Your first real date, or rather spontaneous hook up, ended in your apartment drinking and getting to really know each other. He never intended to spill all of his secrets but the booze loosened his tongue just as much as your safe energy ripped up his shields. 

„I got cheated on three times, actually.“, he confessed out of the blue. „The last time was the hardest. We were together for almost a year and I planned on marrying her but you know, she had other plans.“ 

Hoseok’s eyes, usually shimmering with positive energy, suddenly turned dull. 

„Do you want to know how I figured it out? She moaned another guy’s name in bed. That’s how I figured it out.“, he explained flatly.

You threw your arms around him, hugging him as tightly as you could. All you could feel was empathy and sorrow - how could someone do that? 

„It’s okay, y/n. It is what it is.“

„It’s not okay. It really isn’t“, you protested.

„That’s just how my life is. It’s shit.“

His eyes got even gloomier, making you shudder with heartbreak.

„No really, just ask around. The others already know. My life is a piece of shit.“ 

Hoseok pained but fascinated you at the same time. 

„I wondered why that happened, you know. I wondered if I was too outgoing, if I should have been stricter with her. As soon as I left town she cheated on me. So, that’s what I figured. Relationships just don’t work if someone is away for a while and since I’m traveling often, relationships are just not for me.“ 

There it was, the ugly monster that was roaring its head. Hoseok sounded just like you when you got your heart broken by the last guy who dumped you as soon as you got out of town. You were too taken aback by this coincidence to really understand what he was implying though.

Instead, you felt an even stronger pull towards him, one that would bring you to your knees often. Slow, sad kisses turned to more and before you knew it he was inside of you, fucking the sadness away. Loving him like that was risky, for your body and heart but you didn’t care. Hoseok triggered another side within you, one that was reckless and risky.

„Why do you like me?“, he asked while placing soft kisses on your temples.

„This is going to sound so cheesy but uhm….I like you because you feel like sunshine.“, you confessed. 

A small giggle escaped his lips before the mood changed for the inevitable.

„You need to find someone else, y/n. Someone who’s decent.“

You held in your breath, not knowing how to respond.

„You remember what I told you? I’ll be leaving town soon for two weeks, so because of that nothing more, nothing serious could ever happen between us.“

Remembering it brought up the pain you felt back then, still after weeks of seeing him. 

He told you to stay away, yet both of you couldn’t resist the other. Endless nights spent under the sheets turned into your little secret.

„I do remember.“

„Then why do you do it? Why are you wasting your time with me?“

You turned around and faced him, brushing a strand of hair out of his face.

„I can’t leave you alone because I see myself in you, Hoseok.“

He frowned in response, not really getting your point.

„How so?“

„We’re both very similar if you think about it. Both of us have been hurt in love which is why we tend to be attracted to people that are unavailable, we’re not even risking getting our heart broken. At least not that much, so it would really hurt. But there’s more than meets the eye.“, you explained softly.

„More?“, he asked curiously.

„Yeah.“, you nodded. „Remember what I said when you asked me why I liked you?“

„Cause I feel like sunshine..“, he muttered under his breath.

„Exactly. You have this radiating aura, full of good vibes and positivity. But that’s all just an act. If you look closely enough, you’ll notice that you’re broken and sad. Hurt and disappointed. All that sunshine persona is just a facade. Just something to cover up how you really feel on the inside.“

Hoseok’s eyes started to glisten instantly, he let go of you and turned around.

He felt caught, suffocated even. All these years he was cautious enough to not let someone see beyond the surface, yet you caught on instantly. 

„I am right, aren’t I?“, you asked cautiously. 

He looked over his shoulder, staring directly at you while tears were streaming down his cheeks. 

„Let’s end this, y/n. Once and for all.“ 

[siremasterlawrence]

Bloody Valentine Part 2

Part 1

Captain America Aka Steve Rogers points towards that big ugly building Wayne Toweras he backs up to the wall behind him and dashes from the window in to the roof top office.Going feet first smashing through the pent house window as he crashes down with the glass shards falling on to the floor and he is doing a superhero landing and Bruce looks utterly shock.Using his shield to block any attacks throws it in to the air pinning him to the wall holding him down and he stood proudly arms are across from each other standing his guard as he watches.Captain America does flip in to the air doing a spin kick in his face, he lands then punch him in the stomach with such force his bone cracks and Steve realizes something different in you.The shield begins to glow as it blows up ina beautiful glow of light overtaking the room in a shiny design and display covering the room to Bruce’s surprise nothing else matters at this point. Steve’s smug expression is a powerful one who is happy with his newest conquest that unleashes the full blown deep cruelty of who he is truly becoming and he embraces who he really he is.

“Mwahahahahaha….got you bitch”

“Steve Rogers”

“How did you know?”

“I am Batman”

“We are well aware “

“Bucky is here “

“Focus on the current events”

“Still protective”

“What if I am?”

“Does not matter “

“Sorry Batman! The boss wants you “

“Does he always get what he wants ?”

“Yes! 24/7 365 days “

“Smartass”

“Master he is ready, I am pressing the trigger and he should arrive soon.”

“Excellent boi”

“Are you proud of me?”

“With all of my heart “

“I love you Master”

“I love you too”

“God! He is my everything “

“You are sick and so is he”

“Zip it! Do not speak his mind “

“Ugh! My head is emptying! Yes Master”

Part 2

Dick Grayson is watching by way of his blue and black mask hidden binoculars spans in to the room and he intends to see all Cap is foolhardy doing but suddenly foot steps are appearing.Bucky back flips from the chimney landing on to the roof top to Dicks rage as the two are facing off and they go blow to blow with weapons and Bucky is completely in shock at this.Bucky uses his arm to slip him off balance leaving Dick off kilter sending him smashing in to the roof top and I love it slams his foot in to his head and Dick is visibly shaking in pain. Bucky kicks him back as he slips off of the roof top but Dick throws his batarang in to the air and he swings across the room land on to the next roof top and it was a show stopper. Bucky does a dive off of the roof top going flying throws a batarang shooting on to the roof and raises upward landing right in front of him and punches him in to the ground. Using a wrestling move to pin him down with all four appendages Dick attempts to struggle his way out of his own mood and kicks him in the face as the brick.Skipping to the end of the roof top he place a circular device on to the chimney turning it as the it pulls apart and switches the bat a rang letting it yank him down the chimney section.I love Bucky putting him in to his place it is something epic, magnificent and it is a real great blessing and grandiose renovation to the end of the world and I let it head down the shoot to my laboratory.Bucky eyes glint with evil intent surrendering to wickedness within he is all mine to control at my whim and I also see Captain America jump from one roof top to the other roof top once more.

“Grand job bud”

“Master is happy “

“He is so proud “

“Let’s go”

“Ok Steve”

“The space craft is arriving “

“I wonder if “

“Fucking us tonight”

“I hope so”

“Strap up”

“Your body Steve “

“And yours Bucky”

“We are almost here”

“I can’t wait “

“He better use us all”

“I’m sure he will”

“Fuck us hard”

“Raw and hard”

“Oh God! I can feel it”

“His cock”

“Yyyuuummm”

The end

[kob131]

Lily Orchard and Pokemon: Gen 4

Yay, we get to hear Lily bitch more from now on.

"Gen 4 runs like shit because the game is trying to process 3D graphics all the time, like with battle transitions, health bars and movement!"

Then how the fuck do you explain Platinum, which ended up fixing all these issues then?

"Also I'm modding the game to remove the FPS cap and give myself a Ralts as the starter-"

W-w-wait, what?!

Why the fuck are you modding the games...in a retrospective all about looking back at the games as they hold up? Your complaints and footage WON'T line up, thus weakening your arguments!

Also, I don't give a fuck about how much you like Gardevoir. Ralts doesn't get an attacking move until Level 6. Starters start at Level 5. And Ralts is INTENTIONALLY weak to compensate for how strong it is fully evolved. Modding in a Ralts WILL affect your gameplay because the games aren't built for that.

For fuck's sake- USE A DIFFERENT TEAM!

"I encourage Barry to try and jump over the grass because I wanna see him get mauled by a Bidoof-"

Wait a minute. Was-was that fucking Peanut Butter from Pokemon Rusty?

...Oh great, Lily Orchard is probably taking her takes from Dorkly. That explains a lot.

"Well Ralts doesn't get an attacking move so I 'threw the match-'"

Sounding pretty salty there, Lily. Maybe you should try diversifying your teams and actually ENGAGE with the Pokemon by using a damn starter.

"I'm getting stopped all this time like a small child in a brony conve-"

I will call Taka in here to maul you, Lily. You were kicked out, deal with it.

"Uh oh! My Ralts is worse than a Magikarp! Whoopsie!"

Keep this in mind. It will be important later.

"Oh no! It takes a whole minute and ten seconds for me to get through an encounter with Team Galactic! TOO LONG!"

Speaking as someone who has played every Gen of Pokemon...as well as playing a few games with Pokemon's older, edgy brother SMT- You are making mountains out of mole hills Lily.

Games, especially RPGs given how they don't tend to be very interactive games, tell stories to stimulate the player's brain. This requires time, Lily. I know that you like being lulled into a silent stupor as evidenced by your love of Team Aqua/Magma and later Lysandre (No I am not joking) but most ACTUAL people like having some kind of engagement with the game. Pokemon, even at it's most verbose, is fucking SMALL POTATOES compared to your usual JRPG.

I brought up SMT for a reason Lily- that series compensates for having a less engaging battle system than Pokemon's by having a more robust story. If you played any SMT, even one like Nocturne- your brain would likely shut down.

JRPGs like having stories. You signed up for this with Pokemon. Now judge it accordingly.

"People gas up Cyrus as one of the best villains-!"

No they don't. They gas TEAM GALACTIC as one of the best villains because they fuck with the fundamental forces of existence, giving them an air of a series threat. I don't agree, I like Cyrus for being the only one with a reason for doing what he's doing. But people usually like him for the stuff OUTSIDE his home game.

"Reading Pokemon stories is just like watching subbed anime: reading the most inane bullshit!"

... Lily, you hate anything anime, don't you?

"Sinnoh ugly because grey and mud and forest gross!"

... 1- Lily, you literally show a grey tiled route being dyed orange in evening light.

2- Yes Lily. Mountainious regions and marshlands have mud and rocks.

And 3- The forest looks dark and damp because that's a fucking FOREST. If you paid attention the BGM in the previous forests, you'd notice that is what the developers intend the forest areas to be like. You basically just said ''the previous three gens completely failed at their jobs!'

*Lily proceeds to have a fake existential nightmare about Pokemon and Youtube*

Cool Lily. Too bad you mention these minor things and not...you know...the strewn path of broken lives you've left in your wake on this planet.

Could have had some kind of respect for you.

"Pokemon games hold your hand like a creepy uncle with a MLP collec-"

@takashi0 get in here! Lily's being an ass about bronies again!

"Oh my god! So many forced tutorials! Why won't they let me skip everything like the Underground tutorial! POKEMON BAD!"

Lily, the reason why the game won't let you skip the Bike is because you NEED it to progress the game and it gives you an improved movement option. It also won't let you skip the Egg tutorial because Pokemon breeding is necessary for getting certain Pokemon or helping you get certain Pokemon (like multiple starters). And this is why you can't skip the catching tutorial: you'd just be throwing Pokeballs at random and failing constantly.

These are necessary aspects of the game. A game for kids who may have never played a Pokemon game before. Deal with it.

"I don't know why I'm here, I just keep ignoring the dialogue."

So you talk about the story being ass...while acknowledging that you aren't paying attention to said story...

Like, I know that Lily is implying she's long since gone through the game and experienced the story, hates it and is now skipping over it but you are now making a retrospective of the games. Now would be a good time to pay attention and possible reconsider your stance.

"HMs are so cool! You can use your Pokemon to transverse the region! People are so dumb for bitching about them. You have 24 moveslots, just set aside some and forget coverage, dumbbnuts!"

So what you're saying is that we should have random required HMs in Pokemon Gyms to challenge them properly? You know, like Chuck's Gym? That you couldn't complete without backtracking?

Or that maybe we should have moves like Cut, Rock Smash, Flash, Whirlpool and Defog (which you basically call useless) be necessary! After all, who cares about player expression? It's just 20.8% of your moveslots!

... This is why you use your BRAIN Lily.

"You need to adapt to roadblocks, you useless clowns!"

Remember this, it will be important later.

"Archie and Maxie were charmingly stupid but Cyrus is completely crazy!"

A- That's intentional with Cyrus and UNINTENTIONAL with your favs.

And B- You outright emphasized that they were gonna blow up a volcano to try and expand water/land for Pokemon. How is THAT not crazy?

"Barry demands yet ANOTHER Battle-"

It's the fourth fucking battle Lily. Just because you cut yourself anytime a rival shows up doesn't make it excessive.

"*another 'cobs bad' joke*-"

Yeah yeah, you want cops gone because your abuse victims keep calling them on you and you have a bad experience with them.

Move on.

"Hey I'm not a cop, it's not unethical if I go on a rampage-"

You REALLY don't know when to keep your mouth shut, do you?

"Cyrus can no be cult leader, HE HAVE NO MOTIVE OR PESONALLITY!"

...

"Fellow members of Team Galactic! Hear me! My name, as I appear to you today, is Cyrus. This world of ours is a crude one. In a word, it is incomplete. It has been, and always will be, a struggle to survive in this world. We humans and Pokémon are likewise incomplete. Because we are all so lacking, we fight, we maim... It is ugly. I hate the incompleteness. That we are all incomplete, I hate it with my entire body and being. The world should be complete. The world must change. Then, who will change it? Me, Cyrus. And Team Galactic. Yes, all of you. Together we pored over myths and exposed their secrets. Together we captured legendary Pokémon. And now, Team Galactic has obtained the energy to change the world! The power of dreams is within our grasp! Understand it, fellow members! My long-held dreamworld is on the verge of becoming reality. All those headed to Mt. Coronet, and those who remain here... Though our missions may differ, our hearts beat as one. Let there be glory for Team Galactic!"

-

"But, I must say... You are a remarkable specimen. Those Pokémon have nothing to do with you, do they? But still you come to rescue them out of pity? Such pitifully useless emotions... It's illogical and irrational. Pity and compassion are products of the weak and faulty human heart. You were compelled to come here by such vacuous sentimentality! I will make you regret paying heed to your heart!"

Perhaps pay attention to the fucking dialogue, Lily. Because these are pretty blunt and obvious examples. Cyrus appeals to people feeling that the world is harsh and unfair, promising them a bright tomorrow if they listen to him. Then he explains how he believes emotions have caused these problems so he wishes to erase them.

"Oh really Looker? You think I'm so dumb that-"

Lily, you just got done humiliating yourself by being outsmarted by a children's game and will continue that streak throughout this video.

Yes, you are that dumb.

"Cyrus has double the dialogue Maxie and Archie have in these games but it is so stilted and devoid of personality! Archie and Maxie are SOO much better by being stupid and trying to better the world-!"

Lily, those guys were not intended on being stupid. They were intended to be well intentioned extremists. They seem stupid because the games made their acts so dumb that the intentions are overshadowed by their stupidity.

Cyrus does more than try to be evil, you can tell from comparing his dialogue to Giovanni's-

"Blast it all! You ruined our plans for Silph! But Team Rocket will never fall! <Player>, never forget that all Pokémon exist for Team Rocket! I must go, but I shall return!"

And his so-called 'stilted' dialogue would probably fit a man who is OPENLY TRYING TO RID THE WORLD OF EMOTION. If your assessment is correct- that would be good writing.

Archie and Maxie are badly written. You are praising bad writing over good writing.

"Platnium has gotten away from the feeling of adventure that makes Pokemon good-"

You know what helps with a sense of adventure Lily?

A story. Something to give structure and stimulation to the player.

You praised one of the dullest games in the series in Emerald and are going to praise THE dullest game in the series. All while demonizing the games that actually stimulate.

You're full of shit.

[sednonamoris]

violence and timing

Pairing: John Price x gn!reader

Summary: Price is captured by Makarov’s men. It’s difficult to grapple with your feelings for him while mounting a rescue operation - thankfully you learned from the best.

Warnings: Torture + waterboarding (not intensively detailed), canon-typical violence, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, strong language, not really a warning but dual POV

Word count: 2,526

A/N: Takes place after call off the dogs (and come home to me) and let me love the lonely out of you, but you don’t have to have read either for this to make sense!! You can also find this story on AO3

—

Price has always had a knack for knowing things he shouldn’t.

When he was a little boy he knew something in their house scared his mother despite the brave face she put on. As a young man he knew there was an ugly price to pay to keep the world right despite what everyone said on the news. Right now, he knows he’s being held underground despite his captors’ best efforts to disorient him. Knows there’s one light source in this room despite the bag over his head. Knows his team will come for him despite their inevitable orders not to. 

No one fights alone, he can hear their voices chorus.

But he is alone, behind enemy lines and waiting for the creak of rusty hinges to signal the next round of torture. It’s been mostly waterboarding, so far - nothing creative. His stoic silences and rasped insults have been met with poorly concealed impatience and base violence. Apparently Makarov never bothered to tell his men that you can’t break someone who’s already broken; They’ll get nothing from him. Bloody amateurs.

If anything, he’s more occupied with the frustration that these people managed to get the drop on him at all. He could’ve kicked himself the second he realized exactly how many of them were swarming his overwatch position, but at least it was him and not his team. Not Ghost, who’s been through enough hardship already. Not Gaz, so young and burning so bright. Not Soap, with enough heart for all of them and then some. Not Hound, who—

Not Hound. 

Anyone but Hound. 

He lets himself wonder, distantly, wistfully, if he’ll ever get to see that fierce face he’s grown to love so much again. Then the door screams open. Heavy footsteps approach. His captors laugh and exchange cruel jabs in Russian. A faint, grim smile twists his lips before they pull the hood off. 

—

These have been the worst seventy-two hours of your life. Too long for a hostage, but still not enough time to separate you from seeing Price brutalized by Makarov’s men, from hearing the sickening crunch as his audio cut out over comms, from watching helplessly while they carried him away from you.

“Hound, get everyone out of--!” plays in your head on a loop. The desperation, the fear, the crack in his voice as he shouted those words as loud as his wartorn lungs could. You nearly took Ghost’s head off for holding you back upon hearing them. 

His last words.

You hope to God they’re not his last words. Setting your jaw, you promise yourself that they won’t be. 

“You doing alright, mate?” Gaz asks. His voice is so much softer than usual. Serious. 

“No.” The admission burns on your tongue. “We need to move fast if we don’t want to be bringing home a bleedin’ body bag.” 

He clasps a warm hand to your shoulder and squeezes. “Cap’s tough. We’ll get him back in one piece.” 

You offer a nod, but can’t bring yourself to say anything more. Pulling anything out of you has been like pulling teeth since he was taken. 

After explaining the bare bones of the situation, Nik agreed to pilot you all out to where Price is being held - some abandoned gulag in The-Middle-of-Fucking-Nowhere, Russia. Anything for a friend, Tserber, he’d said over the phone, and you could have cried in relief. The helo ride has been uncharacteristically quiet. Even Soap struggles to lighten the mood. 

The Russian landscape passes beneath you, snow-capped forests and wide open tundra in turn. You find yourself wondering if he’s cold, of all things. Trapped in some tiny cell, no food or water, certainly nothing to ward off the subzero temperatures of an unheated, underground facility.

Fuck.

You both knew that being together would cause more problems than it solved, at the end of the day, but you’ve never taken a moment to consider how strange your circumstances truly are until now. Most people worry about their partners driving in slippery conditions getting back from the grocery store - something dangerous, sure, but also achingly mundane. Here you are worried about yours overnighting as a hostage in an off-the-grid prison facility. 

Nik sets down three klicks out, give or take. Hoofing it to Price will be the easy part. You just have to hope he can make the trek back. There’s a small comfort in knowing that any one of you would rather carry him the whole way than leave him behind. 

Nik makes a move to grab a gun but you stop him with a shake of your head. “We need you here on stand-by so we can take off straight away. I’ll radio you the moment we have him.”

His eyes soften a fraction at the look on your face. “Good luck, my friend.”

“Spasibo,” you offer a grim smile, then turn to face the rest of your team. Their somber faces are turned to you, waiting. “We’ve got a hike ahead of us, lads, and a load of cunts waiting to get their brains blown out. Silencers on every gun, knives when you can - let’s keep this quiet as long as possible. When we breach I want radio silence ‘til someone grabs Price.”

“Hound and I will go for the Captain,” Ghost adds. “Johnny, Gaz, you two keep the exit clear. Anything goes wrong, you bail and head back to Nikolai. Hound and I will sort out alternative exfil if needed. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“Rog’,” they chorus. They won’t bail, you know, or at the very least they’ll put up a fight, but they both know better than to argue that right now.

You nod gratefully towards them all before heading out. It’s a long, cold journey ahead and you need to haul ass if you’re going to get in and out before nightfall.

—

“Tell us what you know!” The demand is punctuated with a heavy blow across his face.

Price bares his teeth through a mouth full of blood. “Fuck you.”

“Let me say again,” his captor leans down close to his face with violence on his breath. “You will tell us what you know, SAS. It might be now, it might be later, but I will get it out of you.”

He doesn’t speak another word, but the unmasked hatred written across his face says everything.

—

It’s easy for you and Ghost to slip into a deadly rhythm after working together so long. Crouch, sneak, crunch; slow, fast, slice. His throwing knives whisper death into the cracked concrete halls. Your longer close-combat ones sing an old, bloody song in tandem when you sink them into enemy soldiers - each just one more obstacle between you and Price. You let them bite into the soft flesh between armor plating, right at the junction where their neck meets their shoulder, and think about the way John kisses you there in soft morning light, his whiskers ticklish, his sleepy smile pressed into your skin. 

The prison is in bad shape. Metal bars on cramped cells are composed more of rust than iron, flaking off in a toxic shade of orange-brown. The floor is sturdy concrete but even it has seen better days. Bloodstains. Miscellaneous debris. Most of it looks old, at least a decade just sitting and wasting. There are newer scuff marks in the dust, fresher blood that leads you down, down, and further down the echoing halls. You try not to think about the struggle Price must have put up. Or worse, if he hadn’t put one up at all - the drag of his unconscious body behind masked men; faceless, nameless thugs working to further Makarov’s sick machinations. 

“We should have found him already,” you mutter.

“Easy, Hound. Can’t be far now.” Simon’s reassurance is about as kind as it gets from him, especially in the field. Your frayed nerves must be getting to him. 

It’s reasonable, though, to be so worried. At least to your mind; You should have encountered more resistance. A handful of soldiers are hardly the force you’d expected to reckon with, and the only other place they might be is wherever Price is, doing all manner of terrible things to get information out of him that you know he’ll never give up. Not for anything. 

Then you find the basement staircase.

You creep down silent as the grave. When you tuck yourselves into cover, scant though it is, each breath is kept deep and quiet so the guards ahead don’t hear.

Simon signals the plan of attack, but so close to the objective - to Price - it’s all peripheral. Distantly, you’re aware of your body lurching forward at his mark, but over the roar in your ears you can hear no sound and past the tunnel of your vision you see only red. 

—

Price chokes and gasps for breath. He takes his mind far, far away from the water pouring over his face. Lists through rifle specs like a soldier, then sheep like a child. 

He wants it to stop.

He knows it won’t. 

Then something bursts through the door with all the force of a hurricane and it does.

—

“Drop your fucking weapons!”

“Put your bloody hands up, now!”

You hit them so hard and so fast that not one has a chance to reach for his weapon. The few that were holding them already either obey your shouted commands on instinct or are so cowed by disbelief they forget what’s in their hands before you have them dead on the ground. 

“Clear,” Simon sounds relieved when the last one drops. 

Amidst the carnage, Price sits tied to a metal folding chair. It’s directly beneath a single, swinging lightbulb that emits a frantic and fluttering fluorescence. His hands and feet are bound, too-tight and raw, and even in bad lighting you can see his face is beat to a bloody pulp. It’s all you have time to register before you fly forward to cut the bonds and cradle his face in your hands. 

Blue eyes blink through the water and the blood and the confusion that clumps his eyelashes to drink in your features with pain and wonderment. 

“Hound,” he rasps. “How—?”

“Violence and timing.” Your grin is a savage punctuation of the statement, too-wide and speckled with his captors’ blood. “Now let’s get you out of here.”

—

Past his initial rescue his mind is lost to a fog of pain, but even through that Price remembers the musicality of your voice cussing out the entire hospital staff for not being ready for him. He tries to laugh but it only comes out a painful wheeze. 

—

You hate hospitals almost as much as hospitals hate you. The staff all either shrink away or glare when they see you on your way to monopolize Price’s visiting hours each day. If they just did their jobs maybe you wouldn’t have to fight with them so often, but there’s always something.

His room is too cold. Blankets too few. It’s cramped. Dark. Don’t they know he just came from a place like that? And how would they like to wake up to a dark, miserable little room, huh? And would it kill them to open the blinds and let some fucking sunlight in, little that there is in bleedin’ England? And Jesus, do you have to do everything around here? 

You’ve brought flowers, this time.

Yellow daffodils you’re sure the staff will neglect on his bedside table until they’re sad and wilting, but the splash of colour ought to do him some good. You hope it does him some good.

Three light knocks on the door announce your entrance. There’s a nurse checking his vitals whose eyes widen upon realizing who you are. He scurries away as quickly as he can, and you snort a derisive laugh after him.

“You’re a bloody menace,” Price says with enough fondness in his voice you could burst. John, now that it’s just the two of you. “Do you know the staff draw straws when you’re here?” 

“You say that like you’re not an awful patient,” you tease. It’s half-hearted at best, and even on the equivalent of horse tranquilizers you know he notices.

You busy your hands arranging his flowers in a clear plastic vase, but your eyes cut over to assess his condition today. His eyes are just as clear and sharp as ever, and the swelling on his face has gone down. The cracked ribs hurt like a bitch, you know from experience, but they don’t stop him from sitting up straighter every time you walk through the door. He had been unconscious for four days after his rescue and still all you can think is how much worse everything could have been. How cracked ribs and a broken nose and a fractured eye socket and every carefully catalogued cut and bruise could have been worse.

How he might not have come home at all. 

“You’re staring.”

Your eyes quickly dart back down to the flowers. Flower arranging is at the bottom of your list of skills, but they’re about as bright and cheerful as you could hope, if a little over-cut and crooked in places.

As you turn to set them gently at his bedside he heaves a sigh, heavy between you.

“Now you won’t look at me.” He sounds tired. There’s a twinge of pain at the end of each syllable, but worse than that he sounds like he’s trying so hard to be careful with you. Like you’re the fragile one right now. “What’s wrong, love?”

You scoff past the sudden lump in your throat and finally meet the depths of those blue, blue eyes. “Nothing. I’m being silly.”

“I doubt that very much.” His face creases, warm and a little sad. 

“Fine,” you say. You seat yourself on the edge of his bed and grasp his warm, calloused hand in yours. Stroking a reverent thumb along his knuckles gives you a measure of courage. “I love you.”

He sucks a sharp breath in. 

“I don’t expect you to say it back - you know I won’t ever ask for anything you can’t give - but fuck me, John, when they took you all I could think about was how much I love you and that I hadn’t told you and that you might die and not know.” You dare a glace up at his face with a sheepish smile made of shards of glass. “So, now you know. Don’t go dying on me about it, please and thanks.”

The glacial blue of his eyes warms to Mediterranean Sea, and the smile he gives you damn near breaks your heart. “Darling,” he says, “for the life of me I’ll never know what I did to deserve it, but you’re the kind of person a man could live for.”

I love you, too.

He raises his hand, still in yours, to his mouth. His unshaven whiskers tickle your skin. The kiss he presses to the inside of your wrist is reverent and warm, full of everything he’s never said and is still scared to say out loud. 

I love you, too.

[inkblot-inc]

RCD: NYFW, FOMO

Summary: Knowing the sour history between Skitch and Natasha, we'll just have to see how they decide to interact with each other going forward, if at all; Fear Of Missing Out AKA Forget Our Missed Opportunities

Pairing: Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!Reader

[Everything Else From the RCD Universe] [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] This is Part 4

Warning(s): Oh there's definitely language in this one, I remember. There's also mention of past toxic relationships/friendships, but that's about it

Note(s): Here we are at the last part of The Fashion Week Incident, so let's cap it off baby, LET'S GO!

Word Count: a bit under 1k

ALSO: *squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit

Again, Wanda and Natasha weren't the bestest of friends before that night. They were friendly acquaintances within the same circle of the fashion industry, so when Skitch tells Wanda about their history with Nat, she's rightfully standoffish toward the fashion designer on the last day of fashion week.

Skitch is kind of just over it and wants to enjoy the rest of fashion week with Wanda and just ignore that Natasha is there. They haven't let Natasha affect their life for so long that they just want to move on with everything.

Natasha, however, since seeing Skitch after all these years is definitely more remorseful and wants to bridge the gap between them and apologize for how she treated Skitch and how they cut ties so abruptly.

The actual runway presentation on the last day goes off without a hitch. After the show, Wanda and Skitch are both mingling again as per usual when Natasha eventually comes up to Skitch and asks to talk to them privately. Skitch brings Wanda along because anything that Natasha has to say can be said in front of Wanda as well seeing as Wanda knows about their past. The three of them do go outside of the venue for privacy, though.

Natasha releases a shaky breath before starting. "I was hoping that we can start fresh, and just put what happened behind us. I know things got ugly, and I'm not proud of how I dealt with things and how much of a bitch I was to you. I wish I reached out to you sooner,"

Wanda could feel her own eye twitch a little bit, "I'm ashamed of the person I was and how I treated you... if I could go back in time-"

That was where you were done just listening, "But you can't go back in time, Natasha- Fuck, NO part of that was an apology! That's what I want, Natasha. An apology. I can't help but think that that is outside of your reach to give me, seeing as I was never just ENOUGH! I was somehow not doing enough as a kid with 'nothing to offer', or I was overbearing enough to let me get arrested for protecting you!" At some point you stopped seeing the older woman dressed in finer fabrics and instead saw the ambitious college sophomore who never wore any outfit without one of your borrowed leather jackets. "Maybe if I'm MAD ENOUGH I'll be worthy of an earnest 'sorry' from you! I just!-...All I wanted was to finally be enough..."

Natasha's eyes continued to water as tears flowed down her cheeks. Her hand helplessly tried to reach out to you, her voice weak and strangled by overflowing emotion. "You were always enough, Y/n. I- fuck... I'm so sorry that I ever treated you like you were beneath me, that you were a nuisance, that I told you that you were 'wasting your time' while with working for Logan. Hell! I'm sorry that I resented you for putting your future on hold for my benefit! I'm sorry for acting like I was better than anyone and taking you and Logan and Annie and Kurt for granted... but you are enough, Y/n. You always have been. And I'm sorry that I made you feel any less than."

Your face is still stoic, but you can't help but let a few tears of your own fall at Natasha's words. "I know that now, but I didn't need you to tell me that anymore." You tightened your grip on yours and Wanda's clasped hands. "I've had the better half a decade to think and make my piece with your shit, Nat... And in time, I think-... I think I could forgive you. But I can't speak on behalf of the others at home you hurt, like Annie and Kurt, and I damn sure can't speak for my dad. You'll have to talk to them yourself to try to make amends... but consider this the olive branch. Don't snap it."

Wanda, who just found out about Skitch and Natasha's past together the night before, however, is a lot more hesitant to be as cordial with Natasha. She was there to hold Skitch while they cried recalling just how fucked their dynamic used to be, how small they felt after they got bailed out of jail. It was rare for Wanda to see Skitch's rays of sunshine so dim, but she could also feel that tiny shred of hope Skitch had in Natasha to show how much she's changed. Not reverting back to the way things were when they were young and the best of friends. But to have a new friendship built on mutual respect.

Wanda had yet to move as she simply stared at Natasha. "What I can't wrap my head around, is that Y/n went to jail for you, and you just let them ride that out?"

Natasha turned to Wanda, briefly wiping her face, "I couldn't even try to understand my own thought process with what happened that night and leading up to it. There was something about not wanting feeling 'smothered' by the affection of the people that cared about me and craving to be in the 'in' crowd. Wanting the space to make my own choices even though I was the most homesick I had ever been at that time. And pride, there was a lot of pride... too much of it where it wasn't justified, seeing as I cut off the people I wanted to be proud of me the most. I've never forgiven myself for how self-centered I was, nor will I try to justify it. I just hope that I'll be given the opportunity to prove myself to be a real friend to Y/n this time."

Wanda couldn't help but hope for the same, for the both of their sakes, but she would be right beside Skitch to make sure they weren't hurt again.

'I'm sure they are proud of you.'

[myonos]

Partner In Hatred (pt 2/4)

• heeseung x female reader • e2l • wc: 1.4k

• genre: fluff, angst?

• warnings! mutual bullying(?), swearing, heeseung and y/n are both dickheads to each other 🤣 insults, rumor spreading, physical violence in the first part, mention of a bone breaking.

• summary: Y/N and Heeseung have been enemies since the age of 5. The universe keeps them in each others lives until one day when Heeseung moves away. After years apart, Y/N and Heeseung meet again after he moves back home for college. Both are dreading seeing the other again until they realize, they’re both hot now?

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ONE YEAR LATER

You look around at all your classmates as you prepare to walk the stage.

After four somewhat grueling years of high school, you are officially graduating.

You got top grades and are graduating fifth in your class.

Your top college choice was the one right in your hometown, whose programs are some of the best in the country. You got accepted and were ecstatic to start in the fall.

Now you get to enjoy the summer with your best friends. Hanni already had plans to do multiple fun outdoor things. Ningning wanted to stay inside more, have girl time, sleepovers, etc.

Yunjin was in the middle and didn’t care what you did, as long as you all did it together.

The announcer took you out of your thoughts.

"I’d like to congratulate the class of 2023!"

Everyone got out of their seats, cheering and throwing their caps, as you did.

You turned to your friends on the right, smiling. Now the fun begins.

You all decide to go home, change your clothes, and relax. The day was slow and exhilarating. As you all sit on your couch, a jarring sound outside your house.

Hanni gets up to see what it is. "Someone’s moving into the house across the street."

Oh, that’s the house Heeseung lived in.

You get up yourself, maybe you’ll be close to them.

As you stop at the window, your eyes nearly blow out of your head.

There he is, the same menace who plagued your life for years, Lee Heeseung.

"No fucking way."

"What?" Everyone says it simultaneously, looking at you.

"It's him."

"Him... as in Lee Heeseung?" Yunjin says.

You can't do anything but nod.

Ningning and Yunjin run to join you and Hanni at the window. Ningning whistles, "Damn, he's fine as fuck!"

"Ningning!" You scoff, "You're not supposed to complement my enemy!"

"Well, he is," Yunjin says. Hanni nods in agreement.

"None of you are helping," you shout, pulling the curtains closed.

"Are you having trouble admitting he's attractive?" "That's not usually hard for you," Ningning laughs.

"He was ugly when I last saw him; now he's not."

You sit on your couch in disbelief. Is this Lee Heeseung? The same Lee Heeseung who called you ‘four eyes’ and ‘noodle arms’ and made childish rumors about you?

What if he sees you and thinks the same?

No, he can't see me. We’ll return to how we were, which is stupid because we're too old for that.

Just then, your phone dings with a notification.

It’s a text from your mother.

Mom

Heeseung’s mom just told me they moved back into their old house!

We’re going there for dinner tonight. I want you to be on your best behavior.

How fucking great!

You send her a dry "ok" back and put your phone away.

"Well, now I have to see him. We’re going there for dinner tonight."

The girls squeal, clapping their hands erratically.

"We’re going to make you look so good, not that you don’t, but even better, so he’ll drool over you," Ningning says.

You scoff, "I don’t want to look good for him. Why would you think that?"

Hanni grabs your shoulders tightly. "This could be your chance for the relationship between you two to take a 180."

"From total enemies to lovers, it’s perfect," Yunjin adds.

You take Hanni’s hands off your shoulders and ask, "What movies, books, or, god forbid, fanfics have y’all been looking at?"

"Forget that!" Ningning interjects. "Let’s go plan your outfit."

You groan as they pull you upstairs.

The girls take their time finding an outfit for you.

By the time they do your hair and put light makeup on you, it’s almost time for dinner.

Just as your mom gets home, they leave, reminding you to tell them what happened afterward.

You can feel your hands shake as you and your mother cross the street.

Once at their door, you feel yourself staying behind your mother, just in case Heeseung answers the door.

He doesn't, and instead his mother answers, immediately hugging your mother.

"Y/N!" she says excitedly. "Look how big you’ve gotten. You’re even more beautiful."

You smile hesitantly and say, "Thank you, Mrs. Lee."

She ushers you inside, and as you approach the kitchen, you see Heeseung is already sitting on his phone.

When he looks up, his eyes widen as he spots you.

You ignore his gaze, but you feel it follow you as you sit down.

Dinner is a whole buffet of korean food and you feel grateful that Mrs. Lee cooked for you and your mother.

Everyone helps themselves and as you’re loading your plate, you feel Heeseung’s gaze back on you.

“The tension in this room is crazy. Can you two lighten up?” Your mother says, laughing with Heeseung’s mother.

That just makes you tighten up more.

“Anyway,” Heeseung’s mother starts, “Y/N, how have you been these last couple of years?”

You clear your throat awkwardly. “Well, I graduated 5th in my class and got accepted into my dream school.”

She congratulates you before saying, “Heeseung also graduated top of his class.”

For the first time tonight, you look at him.

“Congrats,” you say, clearing your throat again.

“Thanks,” he says, “You too.”

“You’ve gotten so handsome since I last saw you, don’t you think so, Y/N?” Your mother always puts you in awkward situations.

You look at Heeseung again and it’s almost as if he’s waiting for you to say no. It’s almost funny.

You nod, “You’re very handsome.”

He visibly relaxes, and you have to stifle your laughter.

“Thank you, you’re beautiful. You always have been.”

That makes you do a double take in your head. He’s always found you beautiful? Wow.

You know you were lying earlier when you told your friends he was ugly when you were younger. He wasn’t, but of course, you didn’t want to admit that at 13.

When dinner has finished, you offer to do the dishes, but of course, Heeseung offers to do them with you.

As you stand next to each other, you wash while he dries, and you keep your mouth shut.

"You’ve grown up a lot," he says.

You were hoping he wouldn’t say anything.

You reply, not to be rude, "You have too."

He chuckles from beside you and says, "I hope you realize I’m not the same as I was all those years ago. I know our hatred of each other was technically my fault."

Wow, I wasn't expecting that.

"I realize, and I’m sure you realize the same for me."

"Maybe we could be friends," you say, hoping you’re not rejected.

"I’m sure we can."

You take the initiative as new friends to flick soapy water at him, getting his shirt wet.

"You did not," he says, his mouth open in shock.

"I did," you giggle, but it barely escapes your mouth before he’s gathering water in his hands to splash on you. He gets the entire front of your shirt wet as you gasp like you weren’t expecting it.

Then it’s a battle, with both of you splashing each other with whatever water you can reach.

You pull the hose out of the sink and spray him with it.

He shrieks at the cold water, and before he can get you back, your mother comes in.

"I’m glad to see you two getting along for the first time, but why at the expense of my kitchen?" Heeseung’s mother sighs.

You both look at her sheepishly as you apologize. She waves it off but decides you’re both going to clean it.

You spend the next half hour wiping up water and finishing the dishes.

Once you and your mother are ready to leave, nudge Heeseung in his side and say, "I’m glad we’re friends now."

"I am too," he says. "Maybe we’ll hang out over the summer. I heard we’re going to the same college."

Your eyes widen. "No way, that’s great. We’ll hang."

You smile at each other one last time before you and your mother trek back to your house.

As you get ready for bed, you think about Heeseung.

Not only is he hot now, but you became friends. You never thought the day would come when you two would get along, but you’re happy to have a new friend, even if it took 15 years.

As your eyes are about to close, you remember to text the girls. Within seconds, they’re blowing up your phone, asking more even though there’s nothing more to say. You decide to be mean and not answer; sure, you’ll get it in the morning, but why not?

As your eyes finally close, you think to yourself, this summer’s going to be great.

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notes: well, here’s part 2! i’m thinking there’s gonna be 3 or 4 at most but we’ll see. i really struggled getting this to a higher word count cause i’m so rusty 😭 if there are any mistakes in terms of spelling/grammar etc pls excuse me i am stupid and have adhd 🫣

[whyse7vn]

IS JIN BALD? -

[ ot7 x reader ]

ARMY FR 🧑‍🦲🇰🇷

8 participants - 8 online

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jungkook: fuck a grammy fr lol

y/n: that shit was how long ago?

yoongi: we are in 2023.

jin: get over it pussy

tae: smooth like butter bro

namjoon: ??

jimin: hobi fell it was funny

hobi: DONT BRING MY TRUMA UP SOMEONE TELL HIM!!!

jk: i am over it

jin: clearly not

namjoon: move forward and focus on work

y/n: he basically said get over it you bitch

jk: i am over it

jin: sure

yoongi: was kinda disappointing tho

y/n: omg yoongi 🥺

here for you bae

tae: can you be there for me pls

y/n: i’m hungry

tae: eat me!!

jk: what

jin: SAME

sorry caps

same.

the hungry part not the eat me part

jimin left the gc

y/n: omg ???

jin: it was about time so sorry was SICK of him

namjoon added jimin to the gc !

jin: jimin my bff hey !!!

jimin: fuck you

jin: remember when namjoon fell down those stairs that one time

y/n: YES LMWSOSODODOFOCOZOOXOX

jimin: OMG YEAH

yoongi: yeah lol

hobi: LMAO

namjoon: 😐

jin: sorry was just thinking about it

namjoon: it was so embarrassing

hobi: at least it was only us that saw it!

jk: it’s okay one time i cried during sex can’t get any more embarrassing than that!!

yoongi: what

jimin: why would u admit to-

y/n: LAMOOO now THAT was fr funny snot coming out his nose and everything

yoongi: double what

tae: wait

hobi: 🤨

y/n: nvm i lied what.

jimin: thought it would be yoongi first ngl

namjoon: moving on

yoongi: 🫣

y/n: and was

jk: HUH ?

y/n: surprise

jin: omg

yoongi: lol

namjoon: MOVING ON

jimin: 👺 👺👺👺👺👺👺👺

what an ugly fucking emoji

who though it would be a good idea what is it’s purpose

tae: looks like you

jin: truth

jimin: fuck you

tae: 👺

hobi: i kinda like it

👺👺👺👺👺👺👺

funky

y/n: hate it

jimin: see the whore gets it!

yoongi: jimin

jimin: ooo scary

namjoon: …

jimin: /j lolz

you guys are NO fun i mean it

tae: cry my a river

hobi: i want you to cry

jin: guys

y/n: cry for me

namjoon: yeah

yoongi: the answer is no to what ever ur about to say

jin: omg?! what a party pooper

jk: party

hobi: pop

*pooper

pop pop pop

jin: anyways

do you think i look good bald 🥺?

yoongi: …

y/n: what

hobi: sure

namjoon: yeah

jimin: ig?

jk: ur bald???????

jin: u guys are so fucking fake it’s unreal

jimin: 🙏🏻

jk: ur bald fr?!

y/n: do you think wonho wants me

cuz i want him

jimin: NO LMAO

yoongi: i don’t see why not

y/n: omg yoongi my number 1 supporter love u down fr 🙏🏽🥺

jk: i’m confused is jin fr bald?

namjoon: tae is that you playing the trumpet rn?

tae: yeah sound ok?

namjoon: no

pls stop

tae: 😟

jimin: give up i say

hobi: sick and tried

y/n: BUT I DONT WANNA MESS UP CUZ LIFE GOES ONNNNN

ate that

hobi: 110%

jimin: flopped

jk: IS HE BALD??????

y/n: i used to be a certified lover boy..

jimin: but-

yoongi: nvm

jin: don’t you fucking dare

hobi:

…

i have to admit this one makes me giggle a lil but also i fr did write this one after the grammys happened then i forgot about it so i had to change a bunch of shit still love it tho

[canyonkingdom]

you're all going to hell two

(chapter 2, part 2)

tw: $3lf-h@rm

"A suicide?"

Everyone was agape.

"We have confirmed Mickey's death as a suicide." Poli said, straightforward.

The townsfolk gathered around Time's Square, in shock by the announcement the rescue team had made.

"What?" Helly muttered, scanning the crowd's shocked faces. "Didn't Poli just say it was a murder-"

"Shut it."

Her voice.

The drive home was miserable.

Poke could feel the tension underlying in Bruner. His ugly feeling of remorse and shock, the guilt they both felt, it killed them deep inside. But it hurt Bruner more than it should.

Bruner tried to stop tears. "Good riddance, you know?"

Poke's eyebrows furrowed.

"One moment I was bitching about him and... what if we didn't watch him die?"

Poke wanted to punch him so bad. The realization only hit Bruner when the deed was done. Yet it was more,

evidence against the rescue team.

"If we left, we can't give Mickey justice." Poke gestured sadly.

Bruner hissed.

"Why would they lie?" Poke gestured to Bruner, who was too focused on the road and his bitterness.

"Amber killed Mickey. What the hell would you expect them to do? Admit their crimes?" Bruner griped, though he felt little remorse. The car picked up in speed.

Poke immediately regretted what he did. He looked away from Bruner, sadly eyeing the washed out grays and blues that formed Broomstown.

"They need to learn the truth, Bruner." Poke suddenly alluded, his hands shaky.

"We're gonna get- I'M gonna get outcasted!" Bruner shouted, the pain in his voice seething. "Do you really think they would believe two fucking construction workers over the most respected people in town? Of course not! Everyone knows they are all too nice to commit a crime!"

Poke winced. "But Mickey won't get justice-"

"Justice, my ass!" Bruner berated, the car was zooming. "If only that bitch didn't follow us, if only he didn't act out, if only he wasn't drunk, he would be fucking alive right now!" his voice cracked, "If only we tried to save him, if only we-" tears spilled, "If we weren't- if I wasn't- if I didn't do that, he would still be-"

The car was now moving around intensely. It took Poke's hands for Bruner not to drive them into heaven.

"I- i'm sorry." The car stopped in front of their apartment.

"Calm down." Poke gestured caringly, "Let's talk about it inside."

"This isn't what we talked about at all!"

Roy's loud, angry voice echoed through the room. Amber was blank.

"We're gonna say it was a murder, Roy." Amber argued, hurt in her voice.

"They're grown adults! They won't cry about it like what you expect them to do!" Roy jeered back, his metal hand slamming on the table. Amber winced. "This isn't a fucking-" "Language." Poli interrupted blatantly. "And Amber has a point. The townsfolk are all idiots. Even if we do tell them it's a murder, they would immediately forget about it and move on with their lives. Saying it was a suicide just has a less probability of any investigation."

Roy seethed. "No, man. You don't get it-"

"I do get it, Roy. They act stupid, we treat them stupid. Just deal with it."

Roy scoffed. "We shouldn't treat them like babies!" All the while, Helly watched uncomfortably. He wasn't used to everyone fighting and shouting at each other without a care for their feelings.

He stared down at the camera in his hands,

a picture of blood staining some bushes.

"That was crazy!" Cap preened, making a soft left turn. "Who knew it would be... like that..." "That's bullshit, man." Posty muttered, looking over the backseat to see a completely distraught and terrified Cleany.

"I- I don't believe it..." Cleany sobbed. "He wouldn't..." "That's the point." Cap sighed. "As much as I want to believe he killed himself, there's no reason for him to. I bet my bank account it was probably that woman who killed Mickey. Her record fucking says it all."

The car drove uncomfortably. The atmosphere tightened.

"What about Spooky?"

Cap raised an eyebrow as he looked at Cleany. "What about him?"

"Did you forget already?" Posty whined, groaning pitifully. "Fucking idiot."

"Yeah, yeah, just tell me or i'll kick you out of this fucking car." Cap snared, rolling his eyes.

"Spooky saw Mickey get killed."

Silence.

"Oh yeah." Cap muddled.

Cleany shivered. "Would the rescue team just dismiss hi account like that?"

"I doubt it." Posty claimed. "But there is chance they could be-"

"Lying?" Cap continued, the horror in his voice unscathed.

Cleany was getting scared by the minute. "But- but why would they lie about-"

Posty hissed. "I'm next, am I?"

The other two froze from that statement.

"I was wrong?"

Camp was in utter shock. He leaned against the seat of the forklift as he collected his thoughts.

"Hey!" Lifty said, trying his hardest to lighten the mood. "It's ok to be in the wrong!" he smiled, yet Camp knew deep inside he felt in pain. "Just..."

"No," Camp said sadly. "It's fine."

Lifty kept driving stesdily despite his crashing mood. "What if the rescue team was lying?"

Camp never turned at someone so quickly. His jaw dropped.

"Why... why would you think that?" Camp scoffed.

"It's just weird, y'know?" Lifty's cheery voice reprimanded. "I know the rescue team won't lie about something so serious but... it just sounds weird. For someone like Mickey to kill himself."

Camp struggled to form the words. Yesterday Lifty was comtemplating the possibility of Mickey's death being a murder and making plans to harass Spooky (which, ironically, Camp followed). And now he was agreeing.

Camp definitely needed an ally.

"He's an asshole." Camp remembered his previous words. "It doesn't make sense."

"I know, right?" Lifty's obliviousness annoyed him deeply.

The two were silent for the whole ride.

Camp thought about it more and how they brushed off Spooky's account. The red lights sneers his mind like gas.

It wasn't a suicide.

Spooky felt like he was thrown under the bus.

"Wha- why?" his voice cracked, "They're lying. I saw it with my own eyes. They were lying!"

His fingers scratched deep in his scalp, to the point he drew blood. Spooky noticed his stained fingertips, yet he kept going, crying depressingly.

"I can't believe..."

He began to feel dizzy, the blood didn't fare much better.

I can't believe it.

nighttime

The headquarters was eerily quiet. Helly watched as everyone sulked on the matter. Amber was pissed at Roy, Poli was pissed at Roy, Roy was pissed with everybody.

One murder suicide can ruin lives.

Helly solemnly walked to his room, which was unsurprisingly taken up by the glowing light of the moon.

"Another day." Helly said bluntly. Normally he loathe going to bed, but after everything, he just wanted to forget that Mickey's death ever happened and live a happy life with his team—his family, once more.

But he felt terror.

He picked up the camera from his shelf and scrolled through the pictures again. The one with blood-stained bushes never ceased to scare and confuse him. Helly contemplated all the wrong reasons of this misconception.

He wanted to believe there was more than the eye can see.

Zooming into the picture, his eyes kept preening into more and more red liquid into the screen, wondering what actually happened.

As he plopped himself on the bed, he heard the crumpling of a paper. It caught him offguard and jumped off the bed.

"Huh?" He picked the paper up, revealing inky handwriting. Helly's interest perked up, terror striking mentally, as it read:

Spooky a witness, tho stupid, but ppl might beleive believe his ass, fucker

he should be gone he shouldn't know abt mickey

His eyes widened horribly.

Helly quickly grabbed his camera and quickly took a picture of the note before crumpling it up and throwing it behind the cabinets. His utter disgust was not a secret and he felt like screaming so loud he cluld break glass.

Of course, he was overreacting. But he could only pinpoint one person who would write such a thing. Who would do such a thing.

Her, ain't it?

Work has never been more miserable.

Bruner chucked in more bags of cement into the growing pile. His hands shaked as he turned the wheel. All he could think about was the rescue team's word. How they would blantantly plagiarize their own image as trustworthy.

"Dude, that's too much!" Dump chatisted from his vehicle. "Put some back in the pile."

How could they do that?

Poke, on the other hand, took it surprisingly well. His emotions were in check and he kept his mind away from the rescue team and Mickey. He worried for Bruner's sanity.

They still haven't decided on a verdict to their plan of telling everyone about who killed Mickey, but it was for another time. Bruner was unstable.

"Are you feeling okay, man?" Max asked the deteriorating Bruner, his eyes sunk deeply.

"Honestly, fucking no." He sighed out. "I just want to-"

"Normally, you would be bitching at this time, but..." Dump paused depressingly. "Gone."

"You can go home, man. We'll tell the boss." Max said nicely, a small smile to compensate.

Bruner smiled back deep from those sad eyes.

-///-

there are so many driving scenes i can't

anyways chapter 2 the complete version is here, i just love idiot townsfolk rooting into the plans of a broken mastermind

now you can all wait for so long so there can be another death; place your guesses /j

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Death by Exposure

Written for the Phic Phight Prompts: At first Danny had been worried sick that Wes had figured out that he was Phantom, but when no one believed him it had sort of become funny. Still, after the anti-ecto act, and the GIW, and his own parents very public very violently vitriolic screeds against ghosts, Danny had to wonder what he'd ever done to Wes that the guy would risk exposing Danny to all that. (from @hpwotters-blog, or at least I think that's you're tumblr.), and Wes Weston wakes up to find an injured Phantom on the fire escape. (from @half-deadmagicperson)

Other prompts that will be included in later chapters but aren't in this one:

With how much time he spends on basketball and his delusional conspiracy theories, no one would ever suspect that Wes Weston has another secret hobby… (from @kadziduo)

And Wes has been spending more and more time around Fenton and Co. lately - hey! he’s only trying to get some much-needed evidence against them, not trying to get all buddy-buddy with them. And anyway, they’re an entirely annoying bunch, so he wholeheartedly blames them for the fact that he’s currently being monologued at by the ghost holding him hostage. (from @a-closet-emo)

Chapter 3: Expostulate

AO3 Link

[Warnings for blood (ectoplasm), severe injuries, implied abuse]

Danny was desperately clinging to consciousness when Wes' window slid open and the redhead poked his head out with a yawn. "Can whoever is making a racket at three in the goddamn morning kindly shut the hell up!?" he shouted. He started to pull his head back in and Danny, worried that Wes might not notice him, choked out his name.

"Wes," he said weakly, but it was enough to catch his attention.

The moment those green eyes landed on Danny they widened with utter horror. He looked like he might be sick. "Fenton?" 

"little... help?"

"Fuck! Yeah, okay, gimme a sec!"

Wes disappeared into his room, and Danny heard rustling like fabric. A moment later, Wes returned and climbed out onto the fire escape. Mindful of his wounds, he hoisted Danny up and got him through the window. He laid Danny on his mattress, which he'd completely stripped. Blankets, pillows and sheets were wadded up on the floor.

"I'll be right back, I gotta get the first-aid kit."

Danny didn't have the strength to respond, but now that he was safely out of danger where the G.I.W. wouldn't find him he could feel his healing kicking in. Without flying and hiding using up his energy, he was already beginning to recover somewhat. He laid back and tried to focus his eyes, taking in his surroundings. Wes' room had light blue walls. Unsurprisingly, one of them had a cork board covered in pictures of Danny, articles about Phantom, evidence that the two were linked, that they were the same. If the G.I.W. started doing home raids and saw that, Danny would be screwed.

There were stickers on the ceiling, old and peeling, some with neon colors and unicorns, skateboard stickers, a rainbow flag, price tags from fruit, a bumper sticker that said "My other car is a Maserati! Ha ha just kidding! I'm dirt poor," and another one that said, "baby on board," with a picture of a baby wearing a backwards baseball cap riding a skateboard. Danny might've laughed if he thought he could do it without choking on ectoplasm.

"I found it!" Wes returned with a red metal box and some towels. He stopped in the middle of his room staring at Danny. "Uh... so does the jumpsuit, like, come off?" he asked.

Danny let out a weak huff of laughter. "You've already got me... in your bed and now... you wanna get my clothes off, too?" he asked teasingly, the words slurring together slightly. "Don't you think... you're moving a little fast?"

"Very funny," Wes said flatly, rolling his eyes. Although, the joke seemed to shake him out of his terror somewhat, which was good. That, or he was really good at compartmentalizing. "At least you're not too badly injured for sarcasm. Now if you could phase off that butt-ugly jumpsuit so I can stop you from oozing all over my mattress, I'd appreciate it."

"Grab it and pull," Danny told him. Wes gripped the front of the jumpsuit and tugged while Danny made himself intangible so it could slip right off, leaving Danny laying there in ectoplasm soaked briefs on Wes' bed. Just that much exertion however was too much for him, and white rings of light flickered around his middle. Wes gasped when he finally saw the extent of the damage.

"What the hell happened to you?" he asked breathlessly.

"Was helping some... blob ghosts," Danny answered. "The Guys 'n White caught up to me... on their patrol."

"They did this to you? Why?"

"'Cause they want me dead," Danny answered, scowling. "You were at that assembly a while back; you've... you've seen the propaganda posters. Did you think they were... running a catch-and-release program? A rescue shelter?" Wes got to work on Danny's leg first, mopping up the ectoplasm there with a towel so he could get to the wound.

"I didn't think they'd do this," he said quietly.

"What did I ever do to you?" Danny asked. He didn't want to piss off the person helping him, but he couldn't stop himself from asking. "What made you start this... beef with me?"

"I care about the truth. I think it's important."

"More important than my life?"

"What life? You're a ghost."

"I'm not a normal ghost," Danny said. "I thought you, of all people, would've... figured that out by now." Wes didn't respond, just opened up an alcohol wipe and started cleaning the wound on Danny's leg.

Danny didn't flinch even once while Wes patched his leg up, disinfecting and pressing gauze over the wound and wrapping it in bandages. He did so very calmly, his hands surprisingly steady, like he'd had a lot of practice. 

"I wasn't thinking about what would happen afterwards," Wes admitted as he finished securing the bandage. "I just wanted people to believe me."

"I don't think you were thinking at all," Danny said as Wes propped him up to clean the wounds on his back. "I mean, fuck, one of your theories is that... I'm like this because my parents experimented on me. I'm pretty sure everyone... in town has heard them threaten to rip me apart molecule by molecule.... What do you think would happen to me if they found out?"

"Okay, but that theory was low on the list," Wes defended, "and the more likely theory was that they were in on it and hunting you was a cover."

"They shoot at me any time they see me!" He tried to turn to glare at Wes, only to get a smack on the head.

"Quit moving!" Wes snapped. "I gotta disinfect." Danny clenched his teeth as he felt the sting of alcohol in the wounds on his back.

"How d'you know how to do this, anyway?" Now that the worst of the bleeding, from his leg, was stemmed, Danny was recovering even faster. His body could regenerate blood and ectoplasm without immediately losing it. He was able to speak more or less clearly now, and he didn't feel like he was about to pass out.

"Kyle skateboards, and he's an idiot," Wes answered. "I used to, too, but not so much anymore. He still bribes me sometimes to patch him up before Dad finds out he's injured, so that he won't get grounded for being reckless."

"Who's Kyle?"

"My twin brother."

"You have a brother?" Danny's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He had thought he knew Wes, after all the time they'd spent antagonizing each other, but he was realizing that he didn't really know anything about Wes outside of his constant insistence on outing Danny as a ghost. "How come I've never seen him around?"

"I have two brothers, actually," Wes told him. "And you probably have seen him around. You just didn't realize because we're not identical. The other one's off at college in New York."

"Are you the older twin, or the younger twin?"

"What does it matter? We're twins."

"So the younger twin, then." Wes smacked his head again.

"Maybe stop being such a dick when I'm patching up your nasty ass ghost injuries, yeah?" Soft gauze pressed against on of the wounds on his back and Wes started wrapping bandages again. Halfway down, Wes put down more gauze for the second wound and kept wrapping. "Why did you come to me, anyway? Something happen to your actual friends?"

"They're both out of town for spring break," Danny responded. "Trust me, you were not my first choice. I wouldn't've come here at all if I wasn't completely desperate." Wes scoffed and finished bandaging the wounds on Danny's back, repositioning him to get better access to the last wound, on his side.

He cleaned it up in silence, and as he was applying disinfectant, he asked, in an uncertain voice, "Do you get hurt like this a lot?"

"I don't know about 'a lot'," Danny said, although Jazz's voice in his head told him often that if it happened more than once in his life, that would probably be considered a lot to most people. "It's been known to happen."

"How?"

"G.I.W. patrols, ghost fights, my mom's aim is actually pretty good, and sometimes I don't dodge fast enough," Danny said with a shrug, then winced at the way the movement tugged on his injuries.

"I told you not to move," Wes scolded, then, in a softer voice he asked, "Your parents have done this to you before?"

"Do you think I keep my identity a secret for my own entertainment?" Danny asked. "Most of the ghosts I fight know who I am already. They're obviously not the ones I'm worried about."

Wes finished disinfecting and pulled out another wad of gauze. "Fuck." Wes breathed out emphatically.

"What? Outta bandages?"

"No, it's just... this is making me realize just how much of an asshole I've been," he said, starting to wrap up the last wound. "I mean, I knew that I was being an asshole, honestly, but I didn't think it was this bad. It was what I had to do to get the truth out there."

"I guess maybe I should've called you out earlier, huh," Danny said. "In my defense, you were smart enough to figure out who I was, I thought you'd be smart enough to realize why I hid it in the first place. Seriously. Again, my parents shoot at me all the time."

"I thought it was an act!" Danny snorted. "Anyway, I guess," Wes glanced over at his conspiracy board. "I guess it's probably time to take that down, huh?"

"Wait... you mean you're actually giving up?" Danny couldn't help turning around to face Wes in his surprise, and cringed when it irritated his wounds. "Gah!"

"I told you to stay still!" Wes griped again, having to unwrap and re-wrap a section of bandages to keep them tight. "And no, I'm not giving up. One day, I'm personally gonna make sure everyone knows you're Phantom. But I never actually wanted you to get hurt, so... I'm revising my method."

"What's that mean?"

"It means my three step plan to expose you is more like a twenty-step plan now," Wes said with a sigh. "First, I gotta get the Guys in White out of here, then prove ghosts are sentient, and convince the government to repeal the anti-ecto acts, then convince the paranormal science community at large that ghosts aren't inherently evil, and eventually, when it's safe, I'm definitely gonna convince everyone you're Phantom."

Danny chuckled, then grunted in pain. "I'll tell you what, Wes," he said. "If you can change the world to that level, I'll show everyone I'm Phantom and prove it to them for you."

Tying off the last bandage, Wes nodded. "Deal," he said. "For now though, go to the bathroom and clean the rest of that gunk off you. I'll let you borrow some pajamas. It's the door at the end of the hall. Try not to get your bandages wet."

"Thanks, Wes," Danny said as the red-head handed him a gray t-shirt and some plaid pajama pants.

"Don't thank me yet," Wes said. "You're sleeping on the bed, on your stomach, and you don't get bedding."

"Why'd you strip your bedding anyway?"

"You think I'm gonna subject my poor dad to ectoplasm-stained sheets?" Wes scoffed. "No way. I'd be doing everyone's laundry for a month."

"Right, of course." Danny stepped out of Wes' room and into the hall, smiling.

Hearing about normal problems like that was kind of refreshing. When Danny didn't want to do chores, it was because they were dangerous for him, like cleaning his parents' lab. When his parents were mad at him, they threatened to dissect him, not to make him to the laundry. In comparison, Wes' problems sounded so trivial, and yet, Danny could still relate. He didn't like doing laundry either.

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[formula1fanfiction]

Charles Leclerc / Lando Norris (+Max Verstapppen)

Title: Mclaren camera woes

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Lando Norris (+Max Verstapppen)

Characters: Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Max Verstapppen

Prompt: After the Zandvoort, Norris try to comfort Leclerc, but Max accidentally record them with that Mclaren camera. Top Norris.

"Why are you here?" Charles sighs responding to the knock on his driver room door to reveal Lando. Lando at least has the audacity to look a little embarrassed with his still messy helmet hair. Overall it's been a shit race weekend and he's really not in the mood to entertain anyone right now. He hasn't even congratulated Pierre on his podium yet. 

"I just thought you might need cheering up." Charles locks eyes with him, there's not hatred or mocking on the blues of his eyes, so Charles steps to the side and lets the younger man in.

"Cheer me up, how?" Charles takes a seat, his drivers room is bare, nothing but an ugly chair, an antique mirror which would look out of place in a museum, a table and a bathroom. The embarrassment flashes back in Lando's eyes, putting Charles slightly on edge.

"Well..." Lando scratches his neck, looking anywhere but at Charles, he can feel the frustration building up. "Lando, say what you need to say or get out, I am seriously not in the mood."

"Ihavebeentoldiamgoodwithmycock." Lando blurts out, in such a rush of words, Charles cannot understand any of it. "Your cock, what?" Charles asks more intrigued than angry at this point. Lando takes a deep breath.

"I have been told I am good with my cock." Lando's words are steady, if Charles was drinking anything he would have spit it out, in shock. "And what has that got to do with me?" Charles thinks he knows and it's probably a bit mean of him to ask but he needs to hear this from Lando.

"I was thinking, I could maybe fuck you?" Lando goes back to staring at this feet, lucky for Charles who can't keep the shit eating grin off his face. "I think that's a great idea." Charles thinks he says but he can't hear anything over the beating of his heart.

"I've brought everything we need, lube condoms and stuff." Lando shows them to Charles like he's found something exciting on the ground, it forces a chuckle from him. "I'm glad to know you're well prepared."

"So uhm, how shall we do this?" The awkwardness is back. Charles sighs, he doesn't want to do this not if it's making Lando uncomfortable. "Lando, we can fuck over the table, then remain friends after like before or you can walk away and we'll pretend this never happened. You don't have to feel nervous, not around me Lando."

Lando is beaming for the first time tonight. "You're right Charles, let me show you how good I can make you feel." Lando removes the lube from his pocket and gestures to the table. "I want you to take off your clothes and bend over the table."

"Straight to the point, I like it." Charles wastes little time in removing his clothing, he had removed his race suit ages ago, it's just his Ferrari T shirt and jeans which end up in a crumpled heap on the floor.

Charles bends over the table and pushes his arse out, goose bumps ripple over his skin once he hears the cap of the lube being flicked open. "Do you take charge a lot?"

"I wouldn't say a lot, but often enough for to rock your world." Charles sucks in a breath finally feeling a finger circle his entrance. It sinks inside easily, Charles is no stranger to having fingers or even cocks in his arse. Lando quickly adds a second finger and starts fucking them into him, pulling little moans and gasps from Charles' mouth. Lando only adds a third finger when he can easily move the two fingers. Charles groans in pure pleasure, once Lando sink deeper inside of him and rewards him with a quick rub over his prostate. "I think you're ready." Lando chuckles as his fingers slip out, leaving Charles open and desperate.

"You opened up much easier than I expected you to." Lando speaks as he rolls on the condom, Charles watches him over his shoulder. "I'm not ashamed to say I like to be fucked."

The smug look is pulled from Charles' face once Lando's cock bumps against his entrance and slowly starts to sink inside. Charles grips tightly on the table, Lando might be small in height but his cock is long and thick and the stretch burns a little bit. Lando gives him an inch at a time until he finally reaches the hilt, drawing a moan from both men.

"So full." Charles moans clenching down tightly around the intrusion. "I told you i'd make you feel amazing Charles." Lando whispers in his ear, biting at the lobe as the pulls the whole way out, just leaving the head inside then slams back into him again.   

Lando squeezes tightly onto Charles' hips, it almost hurts but not quite and starts to move, settling into a rough deep pace. Having Lando fucking into him almost feels like heaven, having Lando almost brutally slamming into him, while he just lays there and takes it like a slut.

"It's like you were made for this Charles." Lando whispers, it's almost like he read Charles thoughts. Charles almost sees stars once Lando unexpectedly slams into his prostate. His moan is so loud echo's around the room, Lando does it again and again and Charles is in danger of coming embarrassingly quick.

Charles throws his head back in a moan and catches sight of something in the mirror. Lando must see it as well and he reacts a lot quicker than what Charles does.

"Max? what are you doing and with a camera?" Charles' sex soaked brain finally catches up. He sees Max standing there with that fucking McLaren camera in his hand.    

"I'm sorry, I came here to record your post race thoughts, I didn't expect to catch you fucking." Max at least looks ashamed of himself. "How much did you catch?" Charles is glad Lando is still capable of words because all he can concentrate on is the still hard cock buried inside of him.

"Quite a bit of it." Max mumbles rewinding the tape and going through the footage. "Pretty much all of it." Charles squeezes down on Lando's cock, he's past caring, he just wants to continue getting fucked.

"If I suck you off, will you delete the footage?" Max nods eagerly, dropping his pants. "I mean, I would have deleted it anyway, but i'm not turning down this opportunity.  

Lando wastes no time, in fucking Charles once again, harder than before almost like he's go to prove himself to Max. Charles doesn't care, it works out great for him but his thought are cut short once he feels Max's cock bump against his lips, Charles lets his mouth fall open and Max sinks inside.

Max goes slowly at first, barely moving and letting Charles do all the work, suckling lightly at max and licking at him, the angle is awkward for him give proper head. "Max, I can take it."

That seems to be enough for Max, he piston's hips and starts fucking Charles' throat. He is relishing the feeling of being fucked from both ends. Lando was right, great sex is the best way to be cheered up.

Lando is thrusting into Charles with all his might, pushing his mouth deeper onto Max's cock, all while slamming into Charles' prostate, The angle is working well for all of them. Charles loses it first, with constant slamming into his prostate, he comes hard spilling his load over the table.

Charles slumps against the wood, allowing his body to be used. Lando is the next to fall apart, holding Charles' hips in a bruising like grip as he spills into the condom. Charles can feel the heat of it.

Max is still forcefully fucking his mouth, somewhat erratically as he chases his own orgasm. Good thing Charles has a great gag reflex, his eyes are watering and his throat is burning once Max finally comes. He strokes Charles' face affectionately, only slipping once finished. Charles swallows it all, with no hesitation.

"Make sure you delete that footage Max." Lando is looking at Max with a serious expression, Charles is too fucked out to care.

"There was never any footage." Max giggles, Lando narrows his eyes at the Dutchman.

"Fuck you Max, fuck you."   

[maddyshome]

Heeeey the biggest hater (me) is back. By no one’s demand (it was actually a person but I like being dramatic). This one is for you @merlinssassybeard​ and all Gojo Satoru fangirls. I’m here to make your dreams or nightmares come true. 

That’s right. I’m INVALIDATING or VALIDATING your headcanons with the help of my own cursed technique: astrology. Let’s start.

(for references here is this mf’s natal chart im including aspects this time cuz i dont wanna post the same img again. i have no time of birth for him and at this point i dont wanna think so if any of you have a suggestion i’m open for it)

Damn...it’s ugly, right?

First things first. Gojo’s Venus is in Capricorn. His way of loving (venus) someone is much more mature than we might think. Combined with his Pisces Moon, it seems clear to me that he is not at all the type to have a different person in his bed every single night. In fact, hookups don’t seem his thing at all. If he does indulge, he is probably left unsatisfied with the encounter.

Gojo, like it or not, might need an emotional connection first. People that don’t arouse his feelings don’t really have a big impact so if he does hookups he is 100% going to forget about that partner.

His capricorn venus makes him kind of emotionally constipated. He needs an emotional connection, but he fails at expressing his own emotions. In fact this is very common with Pisces Moons, they live in a haze, they feel too many things at once until they don’t know what they feel. It’s better if his partner makes the first step. 

Normally a Cap Venus would like a mature, secure, calm and collected type of person. They are attracted to older partners. In this case I wouldn’t really say this is 100% correct. That’s because he has Scorpio Juno, Mars and Pisces Moon. Unless the capricorn partner has plenty of water in their personal planets it ain’t really gonna work. (Kinda see that with Geto) His Venus is mostly unaspected. Just two sextiles with Moon and Mars so that’s where we should look. Venus itself brings our attention to his Moon and Mars.

He has a trine between moon and mars so his emotional needs (moon) influence his sexual ones (mars). His scorpio mars conjunct scorpio pluto undoubtedly makes him prefer being the dominant partner. I don’t think that’s a surprise to literally anyone. Especially to all of you who read my last post lol. His scorpio juno tells me he likes passionate and deep people. Juno is the asteroid for marriage and commitment so his future spouse/lover should be a deep thinker.

Overall his ideal partner is simply someone that is a much better person than him (because he fucking SUCKSSS) So that would be someone that is spiritual, empathic, compassionate, caring. Someone that could make it safe for him to open up and express his own moon, his own emotional needs (that is struggling to SURVIVE). 

This is the better outcome. The worst outcome is him still being a egocentric bastard that will never move on from Geto’s betrayal, will never open up to other people and will always remain an emotionally constipated garbage that thinks no one has it worse than him. So that would mean a doormat partner will suit him well enough.