#changed my answers so many times.. this was hard

[milla-frenchy]

Imagine Tommy pussing you off so go find Joel, Joel fucks you, you call Tommy and put it on voicemail so he can here you screaming Joel’s name

Does Joel put on a show? Does Tommy jerk off ti the sound? Does Joel get mad at you for getting him involved in this and and and and-

Mood board @aurorawritestoescape 😍🤌 (pic for mood only)

0k7 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 | Masterlist Warnings: 18+ mdni. Infidelity, masturbation (m), degradation, piv, creampie. No age specified

a/n: @romanarose I changed a little part of your ask, hope you’ll like what I imagined 🙏 @aurorawritestoescape thank you for beta-ing 💕😘

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Joel was not particularly a good man. His sense of morality was questionable. It always had been, and that would probably never change. So when you knocked on his door to complain about Tommy after he ended up at Travis County for what seemed like the 100th time, Joel didn't think it could be a bad idea to let you in.

When you sat on the couch and told him that Tommy had hit on a waitress in a bar, and that her boyfriend had beaten him up before the two of them were taken away by the cops, he didn't even hide his smile. His brother had always been a loser, and that wasn't going to change any time soon.

“I’m so tired of his shit, Joel. How many times have I got him out of prison? And he was flirting with another girl. Again. I wonder if he fucked that one, too.”

And that’s how you ended up in Joel’s bed, legs spread, his cock pounding your cunt hard and fast, eyes fixed on your dripping hole, that was covering him in white.

When you got a call later that evening, your head was buried in a pillow and Joel was gripping your hips. You didn't even check who was calling you.

When your phone rang again the next day, Joel’s cock was buried balls deep in your core. And when he saw his brother's name on your phone, he told you to pick up. You were still pissed off and didn’t hesitate, putting the call on speaker just as Joel started fucking you again. Your moans were the only sounds that came out of your mouth.

“Uh, babe? What the hell is going on?”

“You broke your toy, little bro. Now I’m fixin’ it… oh fuck, that pussy’s so fuckin’ tight...”

“The fuck? Joel?! Babe, is that a fuckin’ joke?”

Joel was fucking you so good, spreading your walls around his cock and perfectly hitting your g spot, that you didn’t even bother to answer Tommy.  Besides, Joel was dealing with him perfectly.

“You didn't tell me she was so good at takin’ a cock. Suckin’ it too. Blew my load down her throat this morning. Been fuckin’ her all night, shit…”

“Fuck, baby? Why are you doin’ this to me?”

“Well, I think it has something to do with the other women you’re banging, jackass...” 

“Oh fuck, baby, come on… You know I love you, right?”

“Oh, shit. She’s suckin’ me in, Tommy. She’s squeezing my fuckin’ cock so tight…”

Joel knelt between your thighs, one hand gripping your waist, fucking you as if you were a rag doll. Rubbing your clit with his thumb, spitting on it for Tommy to hear. His brother was no longer talking, and you only heard his breathing. More and more unsteady.

Joel sneered and said “Jesus Christ, Tommy, you’re jerking off, hearing me fuck your girlfriend?”

You let out a moan that wasn't just from Joel's cock and finger.

“Gonna fill her up soon. Hope she’s on the pill or something, or we’ll have some weird family lunch, lil’ bro...”

You heard Tommy grunt, and the fist clenched on his cock sped up his movement. You could hear the fap fap fap as clearly as if he had been in the same room as you. Watching Joel railing you.

“Shit Tommy, you’re such a loser. Ya gonna fuck her through my cum tonight, uh? She’s so full of me, man…”

“Fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna come…”

“Yeah? Ya want your toy back after I fixed it?”

“Yeah, yeah. Baby, wanna fuck you… want you to be full of me too. Please? Please, baby. Lemme fuck you tonight.”

“Tommy…oh, fuck, Joel is fucking me so good… I’m gonna come on your brother’s cock… again.”

“Fuck, fuck. Yeah, keep talkin’ to me like that.”

“He made me cum so many times since yesterday, you know… Oh, god… His cock is so thick, baby…”

“Shit, oh….oh fuck I’m gonna…ah fuuuuuuuck.”

Tommy shot his load onto your bed and on his fist, and you came hearing his moans, clenching on Joel’s cock. He told you “what a good girl you were, taking his big cock so good” until he filled your cunt already full of his spend. You heard Tommy panting over the phone. “Get your ass over here and fuck her in my bed. And when you’ll stick your dick in her cunt, your cock will be soaked in my cum.And I bet you’ll cum in 5 seconds, little bro. Like a damn loser.”

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[reylinalloro]

Yandere Cannibal x Reader

warning: this post contains mentions of cannibalism, stalking, murder, kidnapping

Since you were little, you were particularly fond of horror and the abnormal. It’s one of the main reasons why you got into writing, there were just so many things that you wanted to create and get more people into this fantastical genre.

And you actually became quite popular in your late twenties, so popular in fact, that you even could host book signings at different libraries. It filled you with joy that so many people praised your work and creativity. Remembering bitterly about your childhood and how every single one that you told about your interests being disgusted or worried about your mental health.

There was this particular guy that stood out to you. He never tried to talk to you or to anybody, but you saw him at every book signing and noticed him leaving a 5 star review on every single one of your books, even the ones that flopped.

Last time you saw him, you finally decided to strike a conversation with him.

"I noticed you always coming to my book signings, you love my books that much ?" I said handing it back to him.

"You have no idea, I would kill for your you if it was necessary"

"Dark humour, I love to see it !"

And just like that, he went off. You assumed you would never see him again, since you announced to your manager that you wanted to take a break from your public life and spend more time to yourself and reconnect with your family. But oh boy were you wrong about everything. So so wrong…

When you returned home, you followed the exact same routine that you followed every time: you took a shower, you dressed in your pyjamas, made yourself a quick dinner and then drifted to sleep. If you knew that it would never be like this, you would have probably given a call to your mum and dad.

You woke up the next day, packed your bags and headed to the country side where your parents lived. It was a long journey, and you got exhausted by the end of it, but seeing your childhood home made me instantly feel at ease.

You entered and called out to your parents, but neither of them answered. Instead, you saw a man with a face mask dressed in a uniform heading towards you.

"Hello miss, you must be the daughter of the Y/S’s I presume ?"

"Yeah…You are the the new butler right ?"

"Yes ! Your parents aren’t home yet, you can get comfortable while I finish preparing dinner"

You nodded and let him continue what he was doing. It was unusual for your parents to stay out so late, but you figured since it was the weekend you couldn’t really blame them. You took a quick shower and changed into some more comfortable clothes. Your parents were still not home. You were begging to worry.

You walked down to the dining room and the butler was down there, with the dinner already on the table. You took a seat and began eating the meat. It tasted weird on your tongue and didn’t ressemble anything that you’ve tested before.

"What kind of meat is this ?"

"Hm… If I remember correctly… this one is your father"

At first you thought that you didn’t hear quite correctly. You looked at the butler, begging with my eyes to tell what kind. He still answered the same.

Your whole body began shaking and my vision suddenly blurred. I didn’t know what to do. This man, this monster got into my home and cooked my family. Did he take this position just to eat them. Was he waiting for me and do the same to me ? Did he seriously kill my parents to who I just talked yesterday ?

I saw him from the corner of my eye take of his mask and I stopped breathing for a second. It was the fan that I talked to yesterday.

"Are you glad to see me ? Are you happy that I kept my promise ?"

Suddenly, your body got a rush of adrenaline and you ran towards the door. You were this close to freedom when I felt him pulling my hair towards him. I felt something hard against my skull before everything went dark.

You woke up the next day, tied to a wooden chair. Your whole body began shaking, you were scared for your life. You didn’t understand why would someone would want to harm you. What did you do for him to such lengths as to kill your parents ?

You then heard the door creaking, signalling that he was coming in. You lifted up my head to find him smiling down at you, like he had accomplished something extraordinary.

"Hi darling~ I hope you slept well. Does your leg hurt ?"

You didn't understand what he meant, so you looked down to check. You screamed in horror to what I say. That bastard laughed at your reacion, finding amusement in your misery.

"Silly me, how can something hurt if it's been amputated. Well, to be more precise, eaten"

[joelmillershirtlessishwhatineed]

Illicit Arrangement- Joel Miller

Part 2 of Forbidden From You

Word count: 2,762

Warnings: anal play, threats of anal, bondage, clothed cock riding, cockwarming, p in v, creampie, breeding kink, degradation, praise, hard sex, reader is able to be picked up!

Authors Note: So many people asked for a part 2, so I delivered. Thank you!! Tags: @emisprocrastinating @macaroni676 @sunsfrend

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"Whoops." Joel muttered, gesturing to the front door where his younger brother had finally come to the realisation.

A year had passed since Tommy had found out about your secret arrangement with his older brother. He had successfully avoided you for two weeks in what you assumed was anger but had later found out was actually mortification.

You had cornered Tommy in his own house, almost in tears, as you demanded an explanation and begged for approval. After a long, awkward conversation, Tommy agreed that he was in no place to be upset and that he did support you; it was just not in his cards to find out the way he did.

The secret had come out; practically everyone knew now about the relationship you had with Joel, or lack of thereof. You weren’t an official couple, yet you might’ve well have been. Joel refused to label what you had- a decision he made that drove you to insanity. One night, he had come home visibly annoyed, mumbling under his breath about his brother.

“You see, Joel.” Tommy slurred, slapping his hand on his brothers’ back. “I’ve known her for years, she’s like my little sister, like my little chick.”

Joel frowned, leaning away from Tommy to look at him, “Your… Chick?”

“It’s a baby bird,” Tommy clarified before continuing, “I told ya to keep away from her, your broody self compared to her sweet self… didn’t want you breaking her heart. But you’re together now-“

“Uh, we’re not-“ Joel tried to argue.

Tommy held up his hand, silencing an angry looking Joel, “You’re together now, and I have to accept it. Don’t break her heart, Joel.” His tone, previously lighthearted and slurred, now changed into a more serious tone, “I’ll never forgive you if you hurt her.”

Guilt had seemed to become an overwhelming part of your days, always questioning Joel's moves, wondering whether or not he wanted you for sex or something deeper. You confided in Maria about it but felt even guiltier when you questioned whether or not she'd tell Tommy about it as well.

You were sitting outside with Joel, a glass of rich wine in your hand, as the sun started setting, the final colours of the day painted across the darkening sky, a mixture of orange, pink, and light reds. Not many people came out this time of day; everyone in their houses were eating, or debriefing after a day of patrols. A picture-perfect environment for you.

Joel was silent next to you, his breath coming in slowly, his eyes closing for a few seconds longer every time he blinked, pure serenity. "What are we?" You break the silence, asking the question you had yearned to ask for months- a question you knew he'd try his best to avoid.

He sighed deeply, finishing his drink in one go, electing to stay staring at the sky. "Must we label it?" He finally answered, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

You lean back, closing your eyes for a moment. "I want there to be a label. I don't know how to... be around you, what to refer to you as."

Joel listened to you, watching as the painted colours slowly started to fade, a dark new colour instead enveloping the sky. "Honey, I just don't understand the label thing." He admitted, "Why can't we just be what we are and leave it at that?"

"I wanna be more." You say, clutching onto the glass a little tighter, "It'll be just like how we are right now, but I'd get to call you my boyfriend. Flaunt you a little, I don't know." You mumble, sighing.

Joel chuckled quietly, "That's what you wanna do? Flaunt me? How entertaining, a young woman flaunting about her old boyfriend. Bet Jackson would be delighted."

You furrow your eyebrows, turning to face him. "Is that why you haven't wanted to be official? Because you're embarrassed you're with someone younger than you?"

The air around you was stale, your question lingered in the silent air for a few seconds. Joel shook his head slowly. "More so embarrassed for you. You don't wanna be stuck with me. Plenty of fellas here younger, more agile."

You stand up suddenly, needing to move only a step until you were right by his side. Your nails brushed against his beard, the usual deep brown now tainted with little grey streaks. "Don't want them. You're only a few years older than me, Joel... I don't want anyone else."

Joel looked up at you, his fingers stretching out from where they lay on his lap, "Just me?"

"Just you." You nod, leaning down to kiss him. Your noses brushed against each other for a second, before you twisted your face, connecting with him as your lips met. One kiss, then two, then three. The soft touches slowly turning into something more desperate.

He stood up, his lips never leaving yours as he wrapped his hands around your ass, lifting you up. "Yep," He chuckled, walking you into the house, "Definitely gettin' old."

He took you up into the bedroom, a place you were familiar with now. You were imprinted in everything, your scent on the pillows, your books on the bedside tables, bits of décor from your house (that you still technically lived in). Joel placed you down onto his bed, standing up straight as you began stripping your clothes, pushing yourself up onto your knees as Joel stood at the foot of the mattress, watching you. Bare and vulnerable, you knelt in front of him, your hands cautiously reaching out to his belt.

He grabbed your hands when you were close enough, shaking his head. With his free hand, he loosened it himself, pulling it out of the loopholes all whilst holding steady eye contact with you. With his belt in one hand and your hands in his other, he stepped a little closer, wrapping the belt around your wrists, effectively tying your hands together.

"Tight?" He asked, looking at you softly.

You shake your head, "Perfect."

"I'm gonna have you, little girl. All for myself, you understand?" He asked, pushing you back so you lay looking up at him. You could only nod, his words sending a spark down to your already aching cunt, a wave of arousal accumulating near your entrance. His shirt was taken off first, haphazardly thrown onto the floor beside him, followed by his jeans and eventually his boxers. His cock was already hard, the tip red and glistening with pre-come.

Your legs automatically spread as he knelt between them, the wide length of him causing your legs to part in a way that had your muscles struggling. He carefully moved your bound hands above your head, pressing down on them to indicate not to move them before his hand moved to gently grasp your thigh, squeezing it before he dragged his cock down the slit of your pussy.

The stretch was something you had gotten used to, every time he filled you up there was still some slight discomfort that lingered for a moment before he started moving. He talked you through it every time, whispering in your ear and massaging your skin as he praised you. Tonight the air was different. Once he was settled deep inside of you, he began fucking you, his hips connecting to your skin roughly, the power behind it shoving you further up the bed.

His hands met your tied ones, using them to keep himself up, his grunts reaching your ears over your loud moans. "Don't know what I was thinkin'." Joel muttered, looking down at where you were connected, his balls now slapping against your ass. "I've ruined you, couldn't take another dick after mine, could ya?"

"No." You moan, your eyes shutting closed as his hand moved from your hip down to your clit, circling it gently. Joel watched you intently, his thrusts not ceasing as he grunted above you. Suddenly he grabbed your legs, pushing them up to your chest, sliding deeper inside you.

He looked down again, suddenly groaning out. "Look at ya takin' me," He whispered, "Think you could take me in here?" His fingers circled your asshole, gently pushing the tip of his thumb inside. "I won't do it, not yet."

His consistent thrusts and the slow drawl in your ear set you off, your orgasm hitting you without warning. Your clenched around his cock, your arms straining above your head as you came, words of approval spilling out of your mouth. Joel slowed his thrusts down, slowly fucking into you now as he grew closer to his own orgasm.

"So good." Joel whispered, pulling your legs to wrap around his waist as he came, pushing himself into you as far as he could, moving down so he could kiss you. After untying your hands and cleaning you up, you lay side by side. Similar thoughts running through your minds as the still environment around you calmed you down.

The new arrangement between you and Joel was noticeable, you were the main talk of the town. You now held his hand and kissed him in public, and apart from the overdramatic gagging that came from Tommy, no one had a problem with it.

One evening, you were sitting at Jackson's lively bar, waiting for Joel to meet you after his patrol. You were drinking your drink when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

"Mikey." You say, praying that you got his name right.

Mikey nodded, gesturing to the seat next to you, "Good to see you again. Could I sit?"

You slowly nod, watching him as he sat down, "You can until Joel gets here, just waiting for him."

"Yes, I'm kinda here to talk about him... And you," Mikey said, "You guys are dating, right?"

His question didn't surprise you, whilst no one seemed to care you were dating Joel, people still went out of their way to ask, usually a neutral expression on their face. A judgemental expression was instead plastered across the mans' across you, "Yep." You nod.

Mikey hummed, looking away for a moment. "Isn't he a bit old?

You smile, "Only a few years older than you and I. Don't really see the issue."

In a room full of people you really felt alone, you looked around, trying to find a face that was familiar enough to go to. Mikey hummed beside you, tapping his fingers against the wood for a few seconds. "Guess I'm just wondering why you chose him and not me. As in, did I do anything?

Your lips pull into a thin line, "It has nothing to do with you. Tommy set up that date not knowing that... I wasn't interested."

Just as Mikey was about to reply, a warm hand was placed on your shoulder, "Mikey." Joel greeted, squeezing your flesh gently. "Gonna go home, honey?'

"Yes, "You quickly say, taking Joel's hand as you stand up, "Bye, Mikey." With Joel hanging onto you, you quickly walk out the bar, mumbling under your breath as you navigate your way back to his house.

"What did he want?" Joel asked from behind you, pulling on your hand slightly in an attempt to slow down your fast paced strives.

You shake your head, "I didn't want to go on that date in the first place with him. Just wanted to get Tommy off my back."

Within a few minutes you were at his front steps, and you made your way inside, finally letting go of Joel's hand as you shrugged off your coat and boots. Then, you were being steered into the living room, where the embers of last nights fire were still glowing. "Was he botherin' you?" Joel asked, sitting down beside you on the couch.

You look over at him, his jeans straining against his thighs as he leant back against the soft material behind him. "Asked if we were dating," You start, "Asked why I chose you instead of him."

Joel nodded slowly, holding his gaze with yours, "And?" He asked, elaborating when you stayed quiet, "Why did you choose me instead of him?"

You started thinking about him; really thinking about the things that made him, him. Innocent thoughts at first, as simple as the crease in his forehead as he laughed, or the way he fiddled with his fingers when he was anxious. But naturally, you started thinking about the dirtier thoughts. The way his fingers curled inside you, how just one of his fingers were the equivalent to two of yours. How he moaned when you were taking him in your mouth. The thoughts had you tightening your thighs together, something he picked up on quickly.

"C'mere." He muttered, spreading his legs a little wider and angling his pelvis up slightly, patting his lap.

Your cheeks flushed pink, hesitantly kneeling up before you brought one of your legs over his furthest thigh. Impatient at your slow pace, Joel's large hands grabbed your hips and suddenly pulled you so you were sat flush against him, effectively straddling him. The contact alone felt heavenly, the feeling of his growing cock below your cunt. Your hands reach out to grab his broad shoulders, shifting up gently before moving back down on him.

“Yeah? You wanna ride my cock like this?” Joel asked gruffly, leaning up and wrapping his arms around your back. With this new angle, he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, pressing his lips against your soft skin gently. You moan, tilting your head to the side to allow him more access, all while starting to move your hips against him. 

“Want to feel you inside me.” You sighed, leaning your chest against his. Joel’s hands moved up and down your body, squeezing the flesh of your ass before coming to palm your clothed breasts, his lips leaving small kisses anywhere he could reach in his position. You lifted your hands, tugging your shirt off, soon followed by your bra.

You grinded against him, the rough material of his denim mixed with his hard cock hitting your clit with every thrust. Joel's hands moved to your hips, rocking you harder against him. He groaned into your ear, his hips moving upwards in their own accord. You sat up straight, leaning back onto his knees as he moved you.

Your orgasm was creeping up on you, your legs beginning to shake as you freely moaned, desperate to come. Then you were being pulled up away from him, your orgasm gone as quick as it had started, you groan in frustration, "Joel! What're you doing?"

He sat up and helped you stand up, undoeing your jeans, shoving them down your legs. You moved his hands away, taking off your own underwear as you watched you. "Please." You begged.

Joel looked at you calmly, pushing his jeans down to his ankles and pulling himself out of his boxers, gesturing for you to straddle him again. "Wanna see how long you can sit-" He gripped your hips and pulled you down, dragging his cock through your slick before pushing inside of you, "Still." He finished, allowing you to sit down on him as slow as you needed.

Once you were sitting down, completely filled with him, Joel squeezed your flesh, flexing his hips into you for a moment, "Don't move." He ordered, slapping the side of your thigh gently as he leant back, exhaling deeply. You looked at him unamused, resting your hands on your thighs. Joel smiled beneath you, opening his eyes slightly, "'S okay, baby. Doin' good." He praised you, moving his hands up your thighs, lingering on your hands for a second before moving up, and squeezing your breasts.

Joel slowly started moving, flexing his hips into you, the sensation almost becoming unbearable. Yet, you stayed still, instead choosing to clench around him, a wicked smile on your face. He groaned loudly, thrusting up into you roughly as he opened his eyes fully, shaking his head at you, "Little minx."

"Please." You beg again, despite everything, you continued to be still on top of him. Joel shifted, placing his feet square onto the ground and putting his hands under your ass before he started fucking up into you, setting an unforgiving pace instantly. The change from nothing to this, took you by surprise, and you reached out to grab his shoulders to balance yourself as Joel maneuvered you to meet his thrusts, bouncing you on his cock.

Given the fact that Joel had denied you an orgasm already, you were close to another in a record time, your thighs clenching around his. You were moaning in his ear as you came, your pussy clenching down on him. Joel followed soon after, pushing into you weakly, "Good girl." He groaned, rubbing your back gently. "That why you chose me?"

[lilghostiequinni]

Not the Only One

Main Masterlist Lestappen Masterlist

Pairing: Norris!female oc (Lea) x Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc

Warnings: Fluffy,

Summary: She comes to Formula One as a photographer. Well, kind of. She's something else but a photographer nonetheless, but for three teams, she takes photos.

Requested: NO / yes (Saturday Poll)

The better part of all 10 teams was gathered in one of the many conferencing rooms in the F1 headquarters; every team had its own little section.

"Alright, well, we have a new member joining, she is a photographer to all teams, partially and three teams full time," Stefano says to the group of teams in the room as he walks in, a woman following behind.

"She is already assigned to one team of her choice. The other two will be determined via her terms," Stefano says, moving to the side for the woman to come forward.

"This is Lea, Lea Norris. She will also be taking team photos and the grid photo for this year's beginning," Stefano says, pointing to the woman as he does.

"Hello, I'm Lea. The team of my choosing was McLaren. I brought it up to Stefano about how to determine the other two teams I will be working for, and that is a charity race for what ever charity you choose. Any questions?" Lea asks the grid, and a few hands go up.

Lea pointed to Alex Albon, "How are you related to Lando? He never mentions you."

"Well, I'm his twin sister, his more successful little twin sister," Lea walks over to Lando and wraps her arms around his neck, and he holds her arms with his hands.

Carlos raises his hand next, "I would like to point out that I knew of you, just not what you do?"

Lea smiles, and Lando shakes his head, "She co-owns Quadrant with me because she can do the behind-the-scenes better than I can. She also owns her own clothing brand, Leona & Odan, also owning the multi-million dollar company Leletics, the company that makes many parts of the liveries and other things. Let's not forget her athletic ability," Lando says; he does an eye roll at the end but still has a smile.

"That is all true. I own the fashion company Leona & Odan, along with the company Leletics, which is also a design company not just for livery parts and 'stuff.' I also co-own Quadrant with my brother, but I am never on camera because I don't want to. I am also athletic. I do ballet and a few other sports myself. I am terrible at golf, though," Lea says, letting go of her brother to walk back to the front of the room.

She stands at the front of the room, watching the drivers.

"Why are you doing this?" Comes from the Mercedes team.

"Because I need a change of pace. I do what I love every day, but there is only so much I can do about my hobbies, such as photography. Also, I may have punched one of the chairmen to Leletics because he was there for a few years and still thought I was an assistant and not the CEO. He tried to do something that shouldn't be done, and I may have punched him a little too hard," Lea says with a fake smile on her face.

"Someone tried to touch you! Was it that asshole Brason?" Lando demands in big brother mode.

"It's fine, Lando, later, please," Lea begs her brother; Lando clenches his jaw but backs down.

For the next hour, she answers all the questions on what she is to do before she gets a question from one Max Verstappen, "So, what are we to do for this race?"

"The race is to determine what other two teams I'll technically work for, and for charity, the two teams to win will get to give 1 million dollars to a charity of their choosing. McLaren will also be competing because they don't want them left out, but they won't get anything if they win; a charity of their choice will still get a million dollars, and the charities of the rest of the teams will still get half a million dollars, each." Lea says before she continues. "Listen, I know it sounds bad because you don't even know what I can do, but I just want to give back, and I... I don't really know how to explain myself to you. I just want to do what got me started, talking pictures of racing."

It was basically a mock race in Silverstone; liveries were provided to each team, so everyone was on the same playing field as the racers; there was a single level of qualifying and a single free practice to get familiar with the car.

In the last laps of the race, it was pretty clear that the two other teams would be Red Bull and Ferrari, but Mercedes was still in the running for the third team, attempting to over take Ferrari.

But in the end, it was Ferrari that just barely beat Mecades as Carlos passed Hamilton.

Later that day, Formula One announced the addition of a three-team photographer, and the day after, McLaren, Red Bull, and Ferrari announced themselves as the three teams for the newest photographer

Lea proved herself, too, to all the teams, not just the three that had become her job, that she was capable of taking the necessary photographs in the sport of Formula One.

It was no surprise to her brother, though, when she showed up at Woking with a helmet for her brother, one he sort of forgot about. Just barely remembered a helmet design he told her for the 2024 season, so she designed it but did not tell him she designed it, giving it to him before testing as a surprise.

A/N: So, Lestappen won, but I will check later when the poll ends and post a thing about which two get one shot in a week. There will also be a part two posted in Week 3, it will take place in Maimi, Imola, and Monaco of the current season. This didn't have much Lestappen content, but in the next one it will.

Tags: If you want to be added to the lists or a single list, let me know

[nocturnowlette]

I’m unsure if someone’s asked you this already, but have you ever encountered any subjects who have had a very hard time responding to your inductions and suggestions, or just dropping in general? And if so, what did you do to create an environment in where the subject could more easily be hypnotized by you? (i.e. what methods did you change, what did you talk about with your subject when receiving feedback, etc.)

I realize the answer probably varies from subject to subject but I’m interested in hearing your thoughts on this nonetheless.

This might sound a bit braggadocios. but I truly don't mean it like this: I have never found a subject that I failed to put into trance.

Hypnosis uses a bunch of functions of our minds that we use thousands to millions of times a day outside of trance, and we just utilize them intentionally. All the pieces are there outside of extreme exceptions.

That being said, some respond better than others, and each person requires a long pre-talk.

The method I almost always use is explaining my methodology and understanding of hypnosis while simultaneously doing it to them in order to demonstrate. It informs them of how it works which is cool, gives me an excuse to rant about a special interest, and clears up misconceptions that would create cognitive dissonance in the subject if it didn't align with what they were feeling.

It serves the additional purpose of giving a "proof of concept" as it were to the subject, showing that it's not some far off thing, and it's in fact very possible to drop into trance.

For new subjects, I stick to a few visuals or methods I know work for me.

One is a bubble visual, another is having them focus a lot on my voice and trying to "recreate" it in their mind to echo me, another is using the visual of forming focus into an orb in their mind that stirs their thoughts around.

I don't tend to form too many triggers the first time around, but I do explain the importance of memory recall in returning to trance, then use the visual of a polaroid camera to "snap" pictures of their state in their mind and store it in memory, making it far easier for them to return in the future.

[starstruckphantommoon]

Polar Opposites - Book 3: Fire - Chapter 14: I Forgive You Zuko

Taking over the airship wasn't all that hard, surprisingly but that was because there weren’t that many people in it. You and the others charged through the airship, throwing all of the crew overboard before quickly taking off.

As soon as the balloon was up in the air and on the way back to the Western Air Temple, you found an empty room to change back into your regular clothes in.

Closing the door behind you, you basically ripped off the prison uniform in disgust and threw on your normal water tribe clothes. ‘Finally…’ you think as you sigh out in relief as you finish braiding your hair.

As you smooth out your shirt walking over to the window, you hear someone knock on the door lightly. “Come in.” you call out as you turn towards the door. “Hey,” Zuko greets as he opens the door, coming into the room. “I thought I’d give these back to you.” he continues as he closes the door before handing your waterskins, and your bow with your sheath of arrows to you. You take the three items from him, realizing that your waterskins are almost empty. “Thanks. I’ll have to fill my wareskins again when we get back to the Western Air Temple.” you say as you sling both waterskins and your sheath of arrows around your back. “Before we get there… I… I want to talk to you.” Zuko says, looking at you with a serious look on his face.

Well, you guess you had this coming.

Then again, you need to talk to him too.

You nod, letting him know that the two of you can talk. The two of you sit down in chairs that are across from each other, near the window. To be completely honest, you were kind of hoping that he’d move his chair to where he’d be sitting next to you so that you didn’t have to look up at him. You reluctantly look up to meet his eyes to find him staring into your own so intensely; that you have to stop yourself from shuddering.

Zuko keeps on staring into your eyes for another few moments before he starts explaining things.

He tells you about how guilty he felt after what had happened in Ba Sing Se.

He tells you about why he had gotten with Mai. Which was because he was trying to forget you, like you were trying so hard to forget about him. Zuko also told you that he had thought that if he got with Mai, it would help forget about you. But it somehow made it worse…

Instead of forgetting you, it made him think about everything the two of you went through together. He said that sometimes at night, he heard your voice. But he said that you could never be forgotten, no matter how hard he tried.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N)…” he says, putting his face in his hands. “This whole time that I’ve been with you guys, it’s been eating me alive… Most nights I couldn’t sleep.” you watch painfully as you see tears drip through his hands and onto the floor.

This is only the second time you’ve seen him cry and it still breaks your heart and brings you to tears.

After watching him cry for another minute, you can’t stand watching him tear himself apart because of this anymore. Without hesitating, you grab his hand, pulling him into your arms. You close my eyes, savoring the feeling of having Zuko back in your arms, no matter how broken he is or was. Slowly, you feel Zuko relax and snake his arms around your waist, nuzzling his head into your neck. “It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize anymore.” you whisper as you hug him tighter. “What do you mean? I-” you cut him off. “I forgive you Zuko.” At your words, you feel Zuko’s body tense up against you.

It takes him a second before he loosens his grip on you, lifting his head from your shoulder to look up into your eyes.

His eyes are glistening from tears.

“You forgive me?” he asks in disbelief as he wipes his face with the back of his sleeve. “I do… I really do.” you answer, nodding.

Zuko smiles as he stands up from his chair, holding your hands in his as he does. You smile back at him as you get to your feet, standing in front of him. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes for a moment before Zuko slowly leans forward, his hand cupping your face, making you lean into his touch.

A moment later, Zuko’s lips meet with yours gently. You hum against his lips, just loving the feeling of his warm lips against yours. Zuko smiles against your lips, pulling you even closer, causing you to wrap my arms around his neck, your hands playing with his black hair.

After a couple more minutes of kissing, you slowly part, your foreheads meeting.

You sigh, your eyes closed in content. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” he replies back, a gentle smile on his face.

You’re about to kiss him again when you hear what sounds like a squeak from some sort of animal?

You pull your head away from Zuko’s only to see Sokka standing in the doorway of the room, his mouth wide open in disbelief.

“What. The. Heck. Is. Going. On. Here?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Um, it’s kind of obvious as to what it looks like Sokka.”

“Yeah, but- Uhhh...!” he squeaks in shock.

You and Zuko exchange a look before you turn back to look at Sokka. “Look, Sokka, Zuko and I were just talking things over and now-” You look over at Zuko again, taking his hand in yours, causing him to smile down at you. “We’ve worked things out between the two of us.”

“Wait, really?” Sokka asks you in confusion.

You smile as you nod.

“Well, that’s good to hear.” He smiles.

“Now, what exactly did you come in here for?” you ask him with an eyebrow raised. “...Oh, uh, yeah…” he says with an awkward laugh. “Uh, I just wanted to tell you guys that we’re almost to the Western Air Temple.”  “Oh, okay.” you answer with a nod. “Okay, I’ll leave you guys to whatever… it was you two were doing…” Sokka says awkwardly as he backs out of the room, closing the door.

“Well, that was awkward…” you sigh out after a moment. “Yeah… It really was.” Zuko agrees with a sigh of his own.

You and the others get back to the Western Air Temple not too long after the sun sets and you, Sokka, and Zuko walk out of the airship to meet Toph, Aang and Katara. “What are you doing in this thing? What happened to the war balloon?” Katara asks you, Zuko and Sokka. “It kind of got destroyed.” Zuko admits. “Sounds like a crazy fishing trip.” Aang says and you snicker.

Oh, if only he and the others knew.

“Did you at least get some good meat?” Toph asks. “We did.” Sokka replies. “The best meat of all. The meat of friendship and fatherhood.”

As if on cue, Suki, Chit Sang and dad exit the airship. “I'm new.” Chit Sang waves. “What's up, everybody?” “Dad.” Katara says, tears welling up in her eyes. “Hi, Katara.” Dad greets as she runs up to him, embracing him in a hug.

They hug for a moment before Katara looks up at your dad. “How are you here?” She then turns to face you, Sokka, and Zuko. “What is going on? Where did you go?” “We… kind of went to a Fire Nation prison.” Sokka admits to which you nod in agreement too.

Katara then grabs Sokka by the hand who in turn grabs yours, as he’s pulled into a tight hug.

“Seriously? You guys didn't find any meat?” Toph asks.

[bagerfluff]

My Fallen Angel

Casper x Non-Binary Reader

Prompt - Fallen Angel AU

You groaned as you leaned back.

Your neck hit the top of the back support of your chair. Why was work so hard? It should have been easy but it has been a few hours and you're still not done.

You leaned back and looked at Casper.

You wished you could be him right now. He was leaning against the headboard of your bed with a book in his lap and your pet resting next to you.

Light shined in from a window, coving Casper in the light. His white hair cascaded a bit in the front but you knew most of it was against his back.

His red eyes were focused on the book, while one of his hands petted your pet. Staring at Casper made you feel a little better. Plus, he looked like an angel.

You know you’ve thought it before, but you thought it was perfect for Casper. Maybe it was because of his white hair, or pale skin with light seems to reflect off, maybe it was because sometimes he could act like an angel.

You didn’t know, but Casper was like an angel.

“You’re like an angel”, you said towards Casper. Despite how many times you’ve thought of this, you’ve never told Casper about your thoughts.

This was the first time. Maybe you said it because you were tired or maybe it seemed like the right time. Casper suddenly stopped reading when he heard you say that.

His fingers holding the book tighter, his hand resting on top of your pet. Casper felt his whole body tense up, his breathing increased. You noticed too, “Casper?”

You asked, sitting up in your chair. Casper didn’t answer, because he was stuck in his memories. Years ago, decades, centuries. Casper was an angel.

Up top of clouds, with the angels, happy and smiling with friends. Casper was living his best life, until it happened. The clouds gave up under him and he fell backwards.

Casper had tried to fly but his wings felt numb.

He tried to grab onto something or someone, he tried to scream for help. Nothing worked. They all ignored him, like he was invisible or glared at him, like he was a bug.

Something to be removed. Casper didn’t know what was happening, he hadn’t done anything. Casper shivered at the memory of how it felt when he fell.

The burning of his wings, the speed of the wind, the light headedness. Casper still doesn’t know why he fell or why he became a Grim Reaper after he fell.

It was all a mystery.

“Casper!” Casper looked up from his lap. Meeting your concerned gaze. You sat back down on the bed, hands not leaving Casper’s shoulders.

“Is everything okay? You zoned out with a look on your face for a while”, you said. Fingers rubbing circles on Casper’s shoulder’s to try to calm him down.

Casper thought for a moment, you were his partner. The one Casper loved. But, could he tell you this? Would you still love him after he got kicked out of the place many humans value so much?

“W-well”, Casper started, he was scared. Casper hasn’t felt like this since he fell. “Yeah calm down”, you said, voice comforting and calm. It made Casper feel just a bit better.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to”, you said. “No”, Casper sat up, staring at you in the eyes. “I need to tell you”, Casper said sternly.

You nodded while Casper took a deep breath. “I was an angel. Then I fell and became a Grim Reaper, don’t ask how or why. Not even I know that and nobody will tell me”, Casper explained

You sat there, stunned. Well, it doesn’t sound weird, Grim Reapers, the underworld, heaven, they all exist. Hell, you were dating a Grim Reaper.

You did have to admit, this did make sense. “Okay”, you said, removing your hands from his shoulders. Casper blinked, “you don’t care?” Casper asked and you nodded.

“So, you were an angel. You're still here now and it doesn’t change how I think about you. Or how much I love you”, you said with a smile. Casper felt something get taken off his shoulders.

He smiled and his body relaxed, book falling into his lap. You smiled and leaned forward, kissing Casper’s forehead. You pulled away and pressed your forehead on Casper’s

“Plus, you’ll always be my angel”, you said, making Casper blush. So Casper didn’t know why he fell, and even after centuries it still affected Casper but he was your angel.

Casper liked that.

[avaactors]

Interview transcript 1: AvA 6 trailer - Victim

Interviewer: "Animator vs Animation 6 finally released its trailer and it sent shock waves throughout the internet as no one was expecting to see a return of the star of the first movie."

Interviewer: "So today, i am extremely honoured to welcome in the studio the star himself - [Victim], starring as Victim in AvA series!"

Victim: "Well, a star might be an overstatement, but it is nice to see the franchise in such a good state even after so many years." [Chuckle]

Interviewer: "Also, before we start, i would like to thank you for accepting our invitation. You are known to be quite secritive, so it's an extreme honour to be among the first ones to get to interview you."

Victim: "Oh, the pleasure is mine. But, i will have to admit, it's less of me being oh so secritive and more of just inability to partake in any interviews. Now that i am back in the franchise, i am looking forward to building a connection with the audience on the same level as my colleagues."

Interviewer: "Well, i believe it might be a bit hard, considering that trailer portayed you as the villain, rather than a hero."

Victim: [laugh] "Well, Victim did change a lot since his last appearance on screen, i can say that much."

Victim: "What i mean is that there will be quite a few unexpected turns in the movie and i am really looking forward to sharing it with everyone!"

Interviewer: "And we can't wait to see what the crew have brought us this time."

Interviewer: "But the most interesting question, that had been puzzling everyone for many years is why did you disappear from the franchise in the first place? Many fans waited for Victim's return in the second movie, but had to wait until 4 have passed."

Victim: "I can't share all the details, obviously, but what i can say is that, there was no falling out between me and the producers, as many like to suggest. Me and Alan were always great friends and are still such. I wasn't forced to leave, i simply had... My own reasons. And for the longest time i had no way of coming back on screen."

Interviewer: "Well, it seems that know the stars had finally alligned for your comeback. Which beggs the question: are you happy to be back in the spotlight?"

Victim: "Oh you have no idea! In that sense me and Victim share our anticipation to finally make an appearance after so long! Working with the AvA crew is always a pleasure."

Interviewer: [laugh] "And fans certainly share this feeling. AvA 6 so far is believed to be the most anticipated movie of the year, with hundreds of thousands pre-ordering tickets already."

Interviewer: "But what about everyone else? In the trailer we also saw The Chosen One, Victim's successor as the series lead as well as The Second Coming, who is the current face of the franchise. Having all three generations in one place sure is an extremely interesting concept, but how was your experience on the set? Other interviews suggest that [Second] might be a handful to deal with."

Victim: "Oh, please, [Second] may be a teen, but he is in no way a handful, especially when [Chosen] is around. He seems to posess this weird power to just calm him down almost instantly." [Laugh]

Victim: "But, answering your question, i very much enjoyed the time we spent on set. They both are very fun as people and are extremely competent as actors. But, i guess i'm not really the one to judge, given both of them have more experience than me. If anything, i was a bother to them." [Chuckle]

Interviewer: "Well we certainly hope not, because i'm pretty sure that all the fans would want to see more of Victim in future installments as well."

Victim: "And i certainly hope to appear more as well. I'm sorry i'm repeating myself, but i was just so excited to start working with Alan and his crew again, and get to meet all the other actors as well."

Interviewer: "But how did they react to see you come to the set? I believe that at least two of the so called "Colour Gang" have mentioned that they have been fans of the franchise ever since it's first installment."

Victim: [laugh] "Well, the first meeting was perhaps the hardest part of working on AvA again. Nothing could've prepared me to the amount of attention i got from [Second] and his friends. It almost felt like i was at a fan meet-up."

Victim: "But, i will admit, seeing how excited they were to see me on set, really warmed my heart. All the harder it was to act cruel towards them during the shooting. And it wasn't made any easier by their burning eyes just staring at me during some of the scenes."

Victim: "At some i kept breaking the character after noticing their gaze on me so much, that Alan had to intervene and get them off set. Poor kids, but at least then i managed to focus on the acting." [Laugh]

Interviewer: "You mentioned having to act cruel during the shooting and we also noticed a glimpse of it in the trailer. Will that really be such a prevalent part of the upcoming movie?"

Victim: "Oh, actually, you might've already noticed it, but AvA is slowly shifting towards more mature themes and deeper stories. Alan said that it's because the audience had grown up and they wouldn't be satisfied with old style anymore."

Victim: "Personally, i share his sentiment. I do prefer more mature take on the franchise, but still being able to keep what makes it so appealing in the first place."

Interviewer: "Well that sounds promising. Can't wait for when the movie comes out and sure hope you and others will be willing to visit our studio in the future as well."

Victim: "And i can't wait to discuss events of the movie more freely. Although, right now actual events are carefully hidden even from me. So we will have to wait for the premiere."

Victim: "It's been a pleasure talking to you and sharing my thoughts with all of the viewers. I will see you all in theatres!"

[half-doomed]

Tagged by @infintyonhigh​, thanks isa!

choose an artist you like and use the names of their songs to answer these questions as closely to the truth as possible!

ARTIST CHOSEN: idkhow because i like a challenge

what is your gender?: clusterhug

describe yourself: razzmatazz

how do you feel?: leave me alone

if you could go anywhere where would it be?: door

who is/describe your best friend(s): debra

your favorite time of day: kiss goodnight

if your life was a tv show, what would it be called: nobody likes the opening band

what is life to you?: new invention

relationship status: from the gallows

what do you fear?: absinthe

Tagging @coulson-is-an-avenger @methaim @iggy-flump @vanweezer @neoncomets and anyone else who wants to do it (:

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Smell Check [Easy: Failure]

MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 1 (part 2 - part 3)

[jonathanbiers]

Argyle never gets frustrated with Steve when he doesn’t understand something. He doesn’t roll his eyes, or give That Sigh. He explains things patiently, if a bit abstractly, and when Steve is way off base Argyle runs with it. Is Vecna a vampire? Whoa that would be wild, man! Do you think he can’t have garlic? We could just take him out with a gnarly garlic pie, my dude!

the way you're seeing into my mind.... argyle being really soft with steve and taking the time to make sure he doesn't feel stupid when he's confused is something i've considered AT LENGTH (specifically in dms with @himbohohoharringtxn who has the unfortunate luck of being on the receiving end of Most of my argyle thoughts fdjghkdfj)

i would like to preface this by saying that i am firmly in "argyle and steve are both genuinely smart" territory. i think steve is very neurodivergent coded (i see the arguments for adhd/autism/dyslexia/ocd and as someone who might be autistic but is diagnosed with the other three....i see these arguments and i agree on all fronts) and there's also the head trauma of it all, though that's not what this is about. he's not fucking dumb, he just needs things broken down and explained to him in a very specific way. nothing wrong with that!

as far as argyle is concerned - we've literally seen him in action noticing small details no one else has(one of my fav parallels between them), which ends up being the reason the cali group finds nina and el. he's not fucking dumb either, just delivered to us as a comic relief stoner character with little dimension because the duffers need to be fucking stopped

BUT ANYWAY! you're so right! argyle would see the way steve sometimes gets brushed off and spoken over. the rest don't mean it to be hurtful and steve tries not to show that it does sometimes sting (because it's really not that big of a deal to him and it's not like they're being outright mean) but he would ABSOLUTELY "yes and-" whatever steve's off the wall question or idea was, if anything just to make him laugh, relieve some of the tension. AND IT WORKS is the thing.

it's not just, "duuuude, what if we just lure vecna into the sun? he'll be TOAST in five seconds flat, no fighting necessary. nancy, you can put the gun down, we're gonna hurl garlic cloves at him with a slingshot!" in one fell swoop, argyle is 1. making sure steve feels heard and not spoken over; 2. acknowledging steve's input and effort in a way that, let's be honest, the others don't do very often; 3. putting a smile on the group's faces for a while because fuck they're kids in a stressful situation and need a laugh; 4. putting himself in the line of fire so the others can rag on him instead.

argyle would do this when they aren't even dating yet and steve definitely would not be normal about it, he'd be smiling so big and soft and then argyle would catch his eye and smile back and they'd have this little quiet moment between them amidst all the chaos and dread.

after they're dating though? oh, they'd be INSUFFERABLE. they'd be such a pda couple, with the ridiculous pet names("what the fuck did you just call me?" "don't worry about it, my lil sweet potato pie."), and the open flirting until their friends are fake-retching, the whole nine yards. argyle is hanging off of steve's back with his arms around his waist and not even acknowledging it as he makes his argument to the rest of the group that, "no, no, listen. steve is onto something here, i just know. what if-"

and when they're alone, it'd be less of the theatrics and silliness and more of the gentle patience. they're both smart in really different ways and when argyle gets something steve doesn't and steve is getting a little frustrated about it, he'd take his hand or pull him close and just distract him with a little bit of affection to get him to cool down because he knows being frustrated isn't going to help steve figure out whatever it is. conversely, steve does the same when he's trying to explain something to argyle - though he's less likely to get as frustrated when confused, and more likely to pretend to take longer to get it than he actually does because listening to steve explain a subject he's knowledgeable about is fucking hot, can you blame him? they're just soft with each other, okay

[thriftdyke]

tagged by @grieving4theliving 9 favorite books! I suck at remembering books I loved in the past so these are just the books I’m used to telling people are my favorite books plus some I’ve read recently plus fav series. (for series I tried to choose my fav from each but the series as a whole can also be represented)

tagging:

@loveyouslay @jordanshenessy @friendofcars @eruditetyro @lesbianjudasiscariot and anybody else who wants to!

[saw5]

i am still sooooooo at the beginning of my art journey in so many ways <- guy who posts about this at least once a week

[hoeforcheol]

Long story short, she had a fight with rebound and home girl wasn’t letting her leave so she stayed the night. But she no longer wants anything to do with her and I feel like that came with the undertone of “I don’t wanna see her again because our fights were easier.” That might just be me tho.

[weaselle]

it was too much i had to make my own post

line cook here. ACCURATE

if you don't get the hate, here's what you don't understand.

it takes up to 2 hours to close down the kitchen.

The last 60-90 minutes before closing time you do almost no cooking because the restaurant doesn't have many people in it and you've already cooked most of their diners.

So if someone walks in during, like, the last hour, the cook is in the middle of an industrial deep clean of the kitchen.

(these numbers can vary quite a bit from place to place but i have worked several restaurants with these actual times and the concept remains the same)

Say the place closes at 10. If you wait til the restaurant is already closed to start all your cleaning duties, you'll be there until at least midnight.

More than that your boss knows that on an average night you can start your clean up as soon as the last rush ends and get out of there around 10:45, even 10:15 on a slow night if you get lucky. That means there are plenty of restaurants where if you do take until midnight the manager is going to come up to you at some point that week and ask you what went wrong that night, and you'd better have an answer.

So this example restaurant closes at 10 pm. The dinner rush ends around 8:30, and shortly after that the cook is going to start getting every single dish possible over to the dishwasher because the dishwasher always gets hit hard and late, and the machine runs for 2 full minutes and only holds so many dishes, so the way that works out is if you wait an extra 30 minutes to give the dishwasher all your stuff it can mean adding like 60 minutes to the end of his shift. And you're gonna KEEP finding shit to send to the dishpit right up until you leave probably.

all these little square and rectangle containers in this cold table have to be pulled out and changed over into new containers, replaced by new full ones, or in some cases filled from larger containers in the back, which can result in even more empty containers to send to the dishwasher.

while it's all pulled apart to do this, you have to clean up all the spilled food and sauce and juices and stuff from the joints and ledges and shelves and drip trays

Once you get your line changed over in this way, and fully stocked, anytime someone orders something that makes use of a bunch of that stuff, you have to restock and re-clean it some. It might already be covered in plastic. Some of it might already be stuck in the back to make room to take apart your cutting board counter to clean. To cook a dish isn't TOO much of a problem at this point, but you're really hoping for zero orders because you still have so much other cleaning to do.

Meanwhile the salad bar and appetizer section and server station and everybody are all doing the same thing. Even the bartenders are stocking olives and lemons and sending back whisks and stir spoons and shakers and empty 4quart storage containers that used to hold the back-up lemons and olives and things. Every section is dumping their must-be-cleaneds to the dishpit as fast as possible because early and fast is the only thing they can do to to help that dishpit not absolutely drown into overtime.

The poor dishwasher is always the last to clock out, soaking wet and exhausted.

Around this time you probably scrub the flat top, which has turned black from cooked on grease and is still about 500 degrees. Line cooks are divided in opinion on water-based or oil based cleaning methods for this, but they all involve scrubbing with (usually) a brick of pumice stone using every ounce of your strength while you try not to burn yourself

you scrub it from fully blackened to gleaming silver and now if somebody orders something that needs the flat top to cook, you can either fuck up your cleaning job or fake it in a couple frying pans and pass that tiny fuck you down to your dishwasher (who usually understands, especially if you help them take the garbage out or clean your own floor drain later)

If there's deep fried stuff on the menu then the fryers have to be cleaned out, which includes straining the oil out into enormous and super-heavy pots full of oil so hot that if you spill on yourself then it's probably a hospital visit and if you slip and fall face first into it it'll be the last thing you ever do.

Then you gotta scrub out the fryer. Like you gotta take the (hot) screen out and reach your arm down into the weird rounded pipes and curved areas (so hot, burn you if you brush against them hot) and scrub off whatever is down there

Depending on your kitchen you might have to do up to four of these. Then you'll have to pour the (dangerously hot) oil back in

oh, and if you didn't dry the pipes and get ALL the water out of the trap and tank?

water reacts with hot oil in a sort of mentos and coke way that can send a tidal wave of oil past the open flame of the pilot light ...HUGE dangerous mess and/or burn down the kitchen if the oil lights up.

Unless! If the oil has been used too hard and needs to be changed, it's time to carry those open topped super heavy pots full of will-kill-you-hot oil and dump them in the barrel outside by the dumpsters so you can put room temp fresh oil in the fryers. whew!

The clean up is not just some light wiping down that can be easily interrupted, is what i'm saying.

You might have to do some kind of walk-in duty (moving around 50lb cases of lettuce and 50lb bags of onions to get to the stacks of five gallon buckets full of salad dressings and sauces to move so you can reach the giant metal pots and bus tubs full of prep and get it all organized and make sure it's all labeled and i have to stop now i'm having flashbacks)

THE POINT IS

by 15 or however many minutes to close, the line cook is doing an intense deep clean and probably has the whole stove taken apart to detail.

For some industrial stoves this means lifting off large cast iron plates that weigh like 20 lbs each and are still quite hot. Whatever metal burners are on there, you gotta take off and clean, you can see here the lines that indicate the large thick cast iron rectangles that sit on top of the burners to allow heavy pots to rest on. Those five (each has one front burner hole and one back burner hole, see?) have to be lifted off and cleaned with soap and a wire brush usually, and then the underneath area also has to be cleaned because a lot of shit falls through the burner holes on a busy night.

if you didn't do it when you did the flat top you have to do the grease trap (which can be like a full five minutes and is always disgusting).. You gotta clean out all the little gas jets in each burner with a wire or something so the burners all flame evenly, and sometimes you have to remove some of the natural gas piping that connects the burners to access where you have to clean.

you gotta clean out the bottom of the oven and the wire racks, and, oh gods, you gotta take down the filter vents from the hood fans above the stove.

See all the lined parts along the top of the wall?

those are hood vents, and as they pull air up they also pull a lot of grease and they have to be taken down and cleaned, then you gotta climb up there and scrub where they go before you put them back...

And then there's the mopping and floor drains and...

Anyway, that's what the line cook is doing when you walk in fifteen minutes before closing and order something that needs to be cooked on that stove. They are doing an entire industrial cleaning of a professional kitchen.

In some restaurants maybe one or two of these jobs will be every other night or even only twice a week, but in many, possibly most kitchens, ALL of these things happen EVERY night. You don't want to leave any food mess that might attract insects or rodents for one thing, so a really good kitchen is as close to brand new as you can get it every night.

IF YOU ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO ORDER SOMETHING ANYWAY, HERE IS WHAT TO DO

open with an apology and ask the server to go ask what the cook would prefer you to order.

Any good server will already know what the cook is hoping for and what will make their line cook go into the walk in and scream. If it's significantly less than an hour to close and they say some variant of "oh anything is fine" they are either telling the lie their boss wants them to say, or they actually do not know what their line cook wants, and you can either use human connection and a conspiratorial just-between-us tone to get them to drop the customer-is-always-right act, or get them to actually go ask the cook.

It might be as specific as "the lasagna is easiest on the kitchen" or it might be a simple guideline like "nothing that requires the flat top" or "any of the sautés are easy" but a good line cook will probably have a system for if they have to make a couple of the most popular items after they start their close, so the answer is likely to include something most people like and you should be good to order that.

but for the love of all that's holy, please only do so at great need. Leave that last 30-60 minutes to the truly desperate and the crew's duties.

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。yours, always yours

synopsis. satoru has always been yours—and he needs you to know you’ll also always be his

— word count. 2.4k (read the breakup fic first for better understanding, but can be read as a stand-alone)

— contents. fem! reader, college! au, rich boy! gojo, post-getting back together angst that gets a little heated <3, minors do not interact, fingering, unprotected sex, edging, satoru cumming too quick <3, creampie, tbh the smut is short and a lil rushed my b, it ends in fluff tho !! trust !! there is fluff !!

— notes. tbh this will probably get flagged rly fast but oh well u win some u lose some. anywayyyyy here is the make up sex bc yall nasties deserve it <3 jk love u guys

satoru falls first. and he falls hard. everyone knows it, it’s never been a secret.

“you want me to wash your hair?” you ask gently, kissing his shoulder as the water falls over his head. he hums, nodding absentmindedly as he stares blankly at the tiles of your shower wall.

“sure,” he mumbles, “don’t tug.”

“i never tug,” you roll your eyes, snorting. he huffs a small chuckle, but it’s not the usual laugh satoru gives you. it’s mechanic, almost—just there to fill the space. “baby?” you ask softly.

“yeah?” he asks, “oh, should i bend a little? sorry, i—”

“what’re you thinking about?” your hands cup his cheeks, gentle and warm from the hot water as it soaks his skin.

he shakes his head, trying to smile as he clears throat. “just how nice it is to be pampered. maybe i’ll let you break my heart every once in a while so i get my back scrubbed and hair washed like this.”

“satoru,” you insist. you know—and he knows it too. “tell me?”

“why’d you do it?” he mumbles, “why’d you listen to him?”

“toru, you know why,” you sigh, “you know i didn’t think there were any other options.”

“you could’ve talked to me,” he furrows his brows, “just because my stupid old man threatens you with my stupid inheritance doesn’t mean we have to break up.”

“i was afraid you’d choose me.” it comes out as a whisper, like a confession you can’t bear to admit.

“i would have chosen you,” he agrees, “why’s that bad? how’s that wrong—”

“you’re not thinking about the bigger picture,” you shake your head, “that company is yours. you’ve spent your whole life—”

“so what? was i supposed to give up the rest of my life for it too?” he asks tiredly—satoru’s defeated. he’s never been defeated, it’s the most magnetizing thing about him.

even before you date him. he asks and asks and asks no matter how many times you say no. because there’s always a chance you’ll say yes, and he’ll never stop as long as there’s a chance.

“i’m sorry,” you sniffle, lips wobbling, “i could have….i should have said something. i didn’t want you to make a choice young and then….and then regret it.”

“you think i’d regret you?” he’s wounded—absolutely wounded at the words.

satoru has always been careful, diligent and so, so meticulous to love you right, to love you how you need to be loved. hadn’t that proven enough? that he was in it for the long run—for forever? he’d been so sure you’d be his future, that the break up feels like waking up from a peaceful dream to a house fire—devastating, with smoke in his nose and lungs that he can’t breathe right, and everything gone within a moment before he can even register it.

he stares at the ashes in despair. nothing prepared him for the hollowness of not being yours—because satoru has never cared to make you his. all he’s ever wanted was to be yours.

you’re quick to remove him from everything, deleting pictures from your socials, untagging him from posts, removing him from your private stories and close friends list. he doesn’t understand how you could change your mind so quickly—and then he realizes you probably don’t. because he knows you—better than anyone ever has, satoru knows you.

so he’s comes to you, drenched from the rain, from standing outside your door even as the water pelts against his skin because he’s determined. he’s going to get an answer out of you, going to make you explain why you pulled him in so close, let him reside in your heart and fall asleep to the comforting rhythm of its beating—and then push him out like he’s nothing. what made you push him out?

and finally, when he does, when you let him be yours again and admit it’s never what you wanted, that it’s because it’s what his father wanted—well, satoru can’t keep his composure. don’t you know? hadn’t he always told you? hadn’t he poured his heart out and let you know every moment he’s always been stuck dangling from his father’s fingers? stuck somewhere between the sky and ground, too high to feel the floor under his feet but never high enough to feel the wind in his face.

you’ve always known, always listened—and fuck, you held him some nights too, let your fingers dip into his hair and soothe his sorrows of always being stuck.

satoru’s always been stuck, always had every choice made for him and every instruction carefully laid out on the table. and then you decided to make his choice for him too, walking away and choosing his future for him like he’s never had a say.

he’s always been stuck, but never with you—but now, he wonders if that’s changed.

“no,” you squeeze his cheeks, “no i don’t think you’d regret me….but satoru losing what you have is a big thing,” you mumble, “people work their whole lives not having a fraction of what you do. that’s a lot to let you lose.”

“i’ve never seen my dad kiss my mom,” he stares at you, hard and unwavering, his eyes stare into yours, “he’s never held her hand or made her laugh. and you know what she told me? that she would sell her share of everything to have what we do. why do you always look at me for what i have first?” he asks angrily, the water pouring over his shoulders as they shake, “why can’t you just look at me first for once?”

“i do look at you,” you insist, “toru, all i ever see is you—”

“then stop caring what he says,” he says louder, his voice echoing through the small bathroom of your small apartment.

everything about your home is small—smaller than satoru’s especially. but he loves it, thinks he’d rather be here than anywhere else.

because it’s yours. and as long as you’re here, the world fits into this tiny apartment, the galaxy too.

“okay,” you say shakily. and then you nod, looking him in the eye, “you’ll handle it?”

he nods, kissing between your brows, “yeah, i’ll handle it. who else is gonna take over that company anyway?”

“but what if he finds someone else? and then he—”

“he won’t. my grandpa will shred him.”

“but he’s old, and he stepped down, so what really can he do if your dad decides—”

“god, baby,” he groans, pushing your body against the wall gently, “i love your voice, but you talk so much. i’m wanna listen to something else.”

his lips find your neck, sucking gently at the skin, hand trailing to your tits before his thumb circles your nipple. it’s slow, deliberate, teasing as it rolls over the bud.

you whimper, clutching onto him as a breathy, “t-toru,” leaves your lips.

“yeah,” he nods, “that’s what i wanna listen to instead.” his lips are in a grin against your neck, kissing and biting until he reaches your collarbone. “anyone dm you after you took me out of your socials?” he asks bitterly.

“j-just one,” you admit through a stutter, “b-but i didn’t even open it! i wasn’t really—oh, toru,” you gasp as his finger finds your clit, spreading your legs as he lets out a soft growl at your words.

“what? just cause my face isn’t on your instagram suddenly you’re not mine?” he asks, thumb rubbing harsh circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves—you close your eyes, moaning as your arms wrap tightly around his neck. “you’re always mine,” he murmurs against your ear, low and careful so you hear him well, “yeah? got that?”

“got it,” you nod furiously.

“got what?”

“‘m al-always—oh, fuck,” you mewl as one finger prods at your entrance, gathering your slick before slowly sliding through your walls.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he says firmly, “finish your sentences.”

“always yours, toru! always yours—please, please j-just…”

“just what?” he raises a brow.

“more,” you sob—it’s a broken plea as your hips thrust against his finger.

he’s quick to slide in a second, thrusting his digits mercilessly into your soaked cunt, his palm gliding over your clit as the slick sound of his fingers fucking you is almost drowned by the water in the back.

your water bill will be high this month. you decide it’s a sacrifice satoru deserves.

“you think someone could ever learn this body better than me? make you cum like i can? you think anyone will ever love you enough to learn you like i do?”

“n-no,” you pant, his fingers hitting that spot inside of you so perfectly, you feel that dull ache build up quickly. it’s good—everything with satoru is good. his other hand finds your chest to pinch a nipple, twisting and squeezing until your nails leave indents on his shoulders as you moan loudly. “no one—no one but you.”

“exactly,” he growls, “how could you leave me? how could you leave us?”

“‘m sorry,” you sniffle, whimpering when the tips of his fingers slam against that spongey spot of your walls, fluttering around him and squeezing him in. you’re close—so close that you almost don’t know what he’s saying anymore, too focused on the way your impending orgasm is approaching. fast. “i’m sorry, i’ll never—ever leave again.”

“say you love me,” he demands.

it sounds like he’s pleading, though, if you listen closely. there’s a small crack in his voice, a slight shakiness that makes you force your eyes open and stare at him and whisper, “i love you, satoru. i love you.”

and then he rips his fingers out—right before you’re about to cum. you gasp, pleading nonsense as you cling to him and buck your hips and search for something, anything to take you over the edge.

and then you hear a sniffle. is he crying? is that wet droplet on your shoulder a tear or the water? you’re too busy calming down from your orgasm dying before it ever came to focus.

satoru’s hard against your thigh, throbbing and painful to sink into you. he strokes himself a few times, whimpers as his thumb gathers the pre cum from the sensitive tip, smearing it along his length as he shakily lets out a quiet moan.

“f-fuck, i gotta feel you. please, can i? please—”

“yes,” you pull him closer, grinding your heat over his hard-on, “yes please, toru. more, need more.”

he’s sliding along your folds, dragging the tip of his cock along your entrance and smearing a mix of your arousal with his. and then slowly, ever so gently, he’s pushing into your after that, pushing past your walls and bullying into your soaked cunt, curving into you perfectly.

it’s only been a week—you feel like you haven’t felt him in years. but it’s familiar. you remember every part of him, including every vein that drags along your walls and makes your head spin. he remembers every part of you, including where that spot is that he needs to angle his hips to find.

he slams into you, hard and rough and fast—doesn’t even let you adjust your position to hold onto him tighter before he’s thrusting his hips and fucking into you desperately. you can feel him, every inch of his skin against you, every part of him that’s touching you. and you can feel the way his cock nudges past your folds, the friction burning pleasure through ever nerve.

satoru knows how to fuck you, just like he knows how to love you, he knows your body—every dip and ever curve, every place to touch and every part that has you gushing around him. it’s just the way he is, too good at giving you what you want, what you need.

when he moans, it’s breathy and he’s panting as he lets out those soft whimpers that make your head spin. “feel that? feel me?” he asks, grunting as you squeeze around his length.

“yeah,” you breathe, “‘m so full.”

“i need you. please, please,” he murmurs, “can’t lose you, baby. never you,” he chants, the quiver in his voice tearing you apart.

“i’m right here,” you gasp, lacing your fingers with his and squeezing his hand. he squeezes back, just to let you know he’s there too, “right here, baby. you got me.”

and then he cums, just as soon as you whisper that—he spills right into you with a broken cry, his hips rolling, needy and desperate and so, so lost on the pleasure. he’s too busy working himself through his high, trembling over your body to care he’s cum too quick—and you don’t have it in you to tease him. you can feel the hot ropes of cum filling you, painting your walls white, fucking deep into you as the blunt head of his cock slams into you without a second of hesitation.

but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter that brutal pace as his hips slam into you, perfectly kissing your sweet spot every time. and before long, you break—your head pushes back against the wall behind you, mouth parted as you wail his name and cum—hard. you’re quivering and spasming around his swollen cock, enough that he whimpers at the way you’re so tight.

it’s good, it’s always good. satoru makes you feel good. he’s the best you’ve ever had—the best you’ll ever find.

and then you hear it again, the sniffle into your neck as he clutches you tightly. you know for sure that wet droplet is a tear this time, and your fingers tangle into his hair as you stroke the wet strands.

“i love you, toru,” you murmur, “my sweet boy. i’m sorry, okay? i’m so sorry.”

“don’t do that again,” he huffs in between tears, “that was so mean. so mean.”

“i said i won’t,” you chuckle, fighting back your own tears, “how long are you gonna hold this against me?”

“how long do you plan on being mine?”

“well,” you pull him from your neck, cupping his cheeks as you wipe away tears and peck his lips softly, “i think….forever.”

“well, get ready, then,” he glares softly, “i’m gonna hold this against you forever too.”

“okay,” you nod, “that’s fair.”

“and i love you too,” he adds, “but block whoever dm’d you. it better not be that zenin boy.”

“block those girls who’s pictures you liked,” you shoot back, glaring at him with a pout of your own.

“don’t yell at me,” he mumbles, leaning into your touch as your thumb strokes his cheek, “i’ve had a rough week. you have to be nice.”

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