#i did this as today's cooldown

[m0e-ru]

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[winedark]

the rain has cooled the air i should go for a run but i am sooooo unbelievably cozy i could doze right off

[eirianerisdar]

Scrolling through the tags on just waking up and did a bunch of people mass hallucinate something in the cooldown room

This is the full video of the cooldown room and in it Max wasn’t insulting Carlos at all? If you don’t clip it out of context this is what is said:

Carlos (to Max): you never thought of a one-stop?

Max: *shrugs* I mean we could have done it but it was for us probably a little bit slower. And you are just struggling with the tyres, you know what I mean?

(Max goes to sit down. Checo looks at Carlos)

Checo: Charles was strong eh, today?

Carlos: Quite strong.

(They go to sit to watch the highlights)

There is nothing here that suggests Max is insulting Carlos’s tyre management. If anything he’s generally saying that Red Bull chose a two stop to avoid any unnecessary struggle with the tyres. The most popular “Red Bull is hating on Carlos” cooldown room clip going around specifically cuts off before Carlos replies to Checo.

It’s an exercise in media literacy. Take a clip out of its full context and add some sound effects and you have false media.

[neonjawbone]

little cooldown for today, supplemented with some sketches i did over my holiday.

do you think ushoran, mortarch of delusion, knows how cool he is

[hees-mine]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬

𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 ⚥ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: smut, mommy kink, unprotected sex, cursing, over stimulation.

“Does that feel good mommy?” Heeseung moans right next to your ear while slowly stroking your soaked pussy In missionary, rolling his perfect hips at the perfect pace for you to feel every inch of his long thick cock.

“Yes, my baby boy, so good” You place your hands on his ass pulling him closer to you until he bottoms out and is forced to still inside you cause of your tight grip.

You voluntarily clench around his base so you can hear him make those pretty little noises next to your ear. “M-mommy,” he whimpers softly, and this time, when you clench around him again, it’s completely involuntary. That’s just the effect his voice had on you.

You release your grip on him, and he immediately starts fucking into you, slowly whining about how good your pussy feels on his cock.

You strum your fingers against his back, making little goosebumps form all over his damp skin.

“Yeah, pretty boy, feels good? You like feeling mommy’s pussy all tight and wet just for you?” You purr next to his ear.

“Hmm, y-yes s-so,” he choked up before he could even finish losing his train of thought while your warm walls massaged his hard length. “Mommy, I’m gonna cum” he breathes out, body shaking and trembling above as you feel that familiar twitch.

“Is that really how you say thank you?” He knows it’s not. He knows better than to cum before you, but tonight he just couldn’t hold it. He was feeling so unusually needy for you.

“I can’t” he shakes his head back and forth, gripping tightly onto the pillows trying his best to stave off his orgasm, but his hips seem to have a mind of their own cause he can’t stop pumping you full of his cock as little whines leave his lips. “I'm s-so sorry,” he choked out when the first spurt of warm cum invaded your walls. “S-sorry, Mommy,” he nudges his face against yours while endless apologies spew out of his mouth as he finishes inside you.

“Don’t be sorry, my sweet boy,” you say softly, running your hand through his hair. “Now you just have to make it up to me,” he nods in the crook of your neck, immediately willing to do anything you ask. “You can cum again, can’t you, my sweet boy?” He whines, still sensitive from his previous orgasm and the other two he had prior.

“M-mommy,” he whispers, and as soon as you hear the apprehension in his tone, you clench around him and tug on the roots of his hair. “Yes, Mommy,” he lifts his head up, his hazy eyes meeting yours before he zeros in on your lips, kissing you to try and give himself a little bit of cooldown time before he starts moving inside you again.

You gladly return his kiss, sticking your tongue in his mouth, roaming every inch before sucking on his warm and wet tongue.

He can’t help but whine at the sensation every time you do that to him. It always made him feel so dirty, but dirty in the best way, and he didn’t even get a chance to go soft cause the feeling of you was too addicting.

“That’s a good boy.” You break the kiss to let him take a breather before reconnecting your lips to his.

He can’t help but thrust into you from the praise, but before he can start fucking you properly, he winced, far too sensitive to go on. “I can’t.” he hides away in your pillows, embarrassed and disappointed with himself.

“Baby boy,” you say sternly, and you feel him tense up at your tone. “After everything we did today and all the gifts I bought you, you can’t do me just this one little thing?”

“N-no, I-I can,” he tries again and fails again, nearly on the verge of tears cause he’s not doing his job right and ultimately leaving you unsatisfied.

You click your tongue. “Hmm, okay, go get cleaned up then.” you let go of his waist so he can get up and go, but he doesn’t.

“No!” He cries out and starts moving his lower body, willing himself to give you the orgasm that you deserve after spoiling him all day. Plus, he couldn’t have you leaving him to get your satisfaction elsewhere.

“You sure you can handle it?” he nods, too focused on keeping his sanity to give you a proper answer. “Mommy’s boy”

“Yes,” he huffs out a tired breath, picking up his pace gradually until the pain he feels is mixed with pleasure. “Your boy” he easily handles your body, placing your legs around his waist, gripping your thighs, and fucking into you with all his strength. “Fuck” he pants, leaning back on his knees to fuck you from a different angle, one that makes you moan instantly.

“Just like that.” you drag your nail down his chest, eyes trailing over every inch of his perfectly toned chest and abdomen.

“Mommy, you feel so fucking good” he digs his fingertips into your thighs, clapping noises added to your low moans and his little whimpers.

“You do too, my sweet boy,” you moan softly, clenching around him when you watch the way his eyes roll back in his head. That alone could make you cum.

Hearing that nickname only motivates him to go faster and deeper till your bed frame is knocking against the wall and your moans increase in pitch. “Yes, Mommy, keep squeezing on my cock just like that,” he groans, eyes turning even darker as he watches you falling apart around his dick. “So fucking pretty like this” he placed his hand on your right breast, squeezing softly, earning more moans from you.

“Fuck! Baby boy right t-there ngh” You hold onto his waist for support, your tits sloshing with every single thrust, and you’re not far from cumming on his cock for the fourth time tonight.

“Yeah? Mommy? Like it right there?” He smirks down at you while bringing his thumb to his mouth, wetting the pad on his tongue before traveling down to your clit and rubbing you in tiny circles. The feeling of getting you off replaced all of the overstimulation he felt.

“Yes! My prince,” he hits that spot over and over till you're clenching and cream all over his sensitive dick. “Cumming!” You cry out in pleasure, and every orgasm with him feels better than the last, and it always leaves you wanting more.

“Mommy,” he moans, brows furrowed together as he rests his elbow beside your head, stroking you through your orgasm while playing with your clit. “Mommy, I think I need to cum again. Can I please?” he bites on his lip, soft eyes scanning your pleasure face as you contract around him.

“Yes, please cum in me need your cum, my little prince,” he creams inside you the moment the words leave your mouth.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he mumbles, lowering his head so he can capture your lips in a messy make-out session while caressing you down from your highs until you’re both panting against each other's lips. “Mommy,” he moans, the soft, wet sounds between your bodies filling up your room until you’re both content and relishing in the post-orgasm bliss.

“My baby boy, you did so good. Mommy’s so proud of you.” he lays his cheek on your chest, snuggling up to you and listening to your calming heartbeat.

“Thank you, Mommy,” he whispers, completely exhausted.

Before you can even think about going to clean up, you hear his labored breath and see the soft pout on his lips, and he looked too cute to move him so despite him still being inside you and the bedsheets stained with a mix of cum and sweat you softly stroke his hair babying him to sleep cause after all he was just your cute little sugar baby.

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[laura1633]

I think Charles extracted the maximum he could today and it was a brilliantly executed race. Can you imagine if he had gotten on the podium though?!

I would have LOVED to hear Max getting to talk to Charles in the cooldown room about that crazy stint on the medium tyre!

Also after hearing Checo’s comment about how well Charles did I feel like Charles would have been in the middle of a Red Bull praise sandwich!Hopefully we will get one in the next race instead.

[indigosunsetao3]

Possessive

adjective 1. demanding someone's total attention and love. 2. showing a desire to own things and an unwillingness to share what one already owns.

Female reader perspective

18+ | MDNI

Warnings: stalker undertones, jealousy, smut, public sexual acts. (nothing 'excessive')

Alex

You watch with narrowed eyes as Alex is interrupted for the third time in his reps at the squat stand. The gym was fairly full and there were plenty of other people using the weights that could help spot. Yet these same two girls kept going over to Alex specifically to ask for his help.

Normally it wouldn't bother you, he's friendly and has that look about him that just screams he wants to help. But today was different. Today you saw the two girls eyeing him and when they bypassed a few perfectly capable people that could spot for them you knew what they were up to.

But you wait. You continue to jog on the treadmill as Alex goes over to spot one of them as they use a barbell to bench-press. You tsk under your breath and resist shaking your head as the friend attempts to engage Alex in conversation. He's genial, answering her with a small smile as he watches the other woman pressing, his hands barely ghosting over the bar ready to catch it. Why the friend couldn't spot seemed to be a mystery no one else wanted to solve.

You were prepared to let it go as Alex stood up straight again and went to leave but they catch him again. The friend gestures to pull ups and you instantly slam your hand on the treadmill to end your session. You don't have to be a genius to know what the next plan was and you were fucking done. Grabbing your bottle of water you storm over to find the girl giggling and gesturing about trying to reach the bar.

"Alex," you say with a bite to your voice as you towel off your face. You didn't even get a chance to do a cooldown so you knew you were flush and it probably only added to the angry look. "I think it's time we hit the showers," you say, your eyes looking between the women who were watching you now. Sizing you up.

"Already?" Alex asks as he moves to look at his watch. "We've only..."

"We have that dinner to get to," you cut him off, your eyes finally leaving the women to look at him. He certainly seems confused. There is no dinner and he has no idea what you are talking about. He doesn't fight it though, merely shrugs a bit and says goodbye to the women while looking at you curiously. The women mutter their goodbyes and you resist smirking at them over your shoulder.

You don't give him time to catch up as you stomp toward the locker rooms. How could he not notice what those women were doing? He just went right along with it. Maybe he did notice. That thought sends you spiraling as your hand reaches the locker room door but before you can pull it Alex catches up,

"What's going on?" He asks a bit concerned as he searches your face. "Did something happen?" He looks around the gym as if there would be an indicator as to what had set you off.

"I'm not going to argue about it here," you seethe looking around at the gym for a second. You were upset but you also didn't want to cause a scene. "Just, let's get cleaned up and we'll talk in the car."

He frowns a bit before you pull the door open and head towards the lockers to get your things. Alex doesn't let you get far, instead grabbing your arm and tugging you down a small alcove where they hadn't finished the renovations yet.

"We're going to talk now," he insists. "You're mad at me and I have no idea why."

"That's why I'm mad!" You respond with a huff. "Those women were practically throwing themselves at you and you went along with it. Every time they walked over you dropped what you were doing to help. They didn't go to anyone else, just you. And you just...let them get your attention like that."

Alex grins, actually grins at you now, and you resist sidestepping him and marching to the showers.

"Sweetheart," he says gently, reaching to turn your cheek so you'll face him instead of staring to the right, bouncing your leg angrily. "I didn't even notice," he says getting in your eyesight as you attempt to look away again. "They asked for my help and I...helped. I thought it was a bit odd they needed so much assistance but I figured they were just...new" He laughs a bit seemingly finally putting the pieces together.

"See!" You exclaim, "they were obviously into you. And you fed into it." You know it sounds ridiculous but you can't help yourself.

"Ah, but see, bad news for them," he backs you up into the wall. "I'm not into them," his broad hands find your hips and he squeezes gently. "I've only got eyes for you," he smiles at you trying to get you to smile back. "Especially when I get to stretch you out...which you deprived me of today by the way," his hands leave your body to brace on the wall over your head so he's crowding your space.

He's flustering you on purpose, to distract you. And it's working. You stare up at him for a moment, noting how his shirt was still stuck to his chest with sweat and his hair partially plastered to his forehead. He's giving you a knowing smirk because he's well aware what happens to you when he hovers close.

"Take me home then and you can stretch me all you want," you taunt back which causes his eyes to flare for a second.

"Waiting too long to recover won't do you any good," he replies. "How about we get those legs nice and relaxed," he proposes, sliding his hands down the wall and hesitating for a moment before pushing off to stand up fully again.

You laugh stopping long enough to grab some supplies from your locker before following behind him and snapping the door shut. Sharing a shower stall wasn't exactly approved but you could care less as Alex ran his hands all over you. He takes special care of your worked muscles, maybe lingering a moment too long on your ass but you don't complain.

"Maybe I need to rile you up more often," Alex taunts as you both walk out of the locker room some time later with long glances and unsaid promises of what was waiting for you at home. "Jealousy is cute on you," he teases and you cut your eyes at him before grabbing the hand he reaches out to you.

What you don't notice are the two women still in the gym. Alex carefully catches their eyes with his own just as you are about to exit and he pulls you close to him, planting a kiss on your head.

Gaz

"We're going to be late," you call to Gaz as you put on the finishing touches of your lipstick and check your teeth in the mirror. It was the annual holiday party that your job hosted and this year was cocktail attire, compared to all the others that had been ugly Christmas sweaters and jeans. "Car will be here any moment," you walk out of the bathroom and fix the strap on your heel.

"I'm ready," Gaz answers already downstairs. You find him fixing his tie in the hallway mirror and he watches you approach in the reflection. He smiles at you, taking in the shimmering pale gold dress that matches his tie, which he finally sets. "You look nice," he carefully pecks you on the cheek, not wanting to mess up your makeup.

"As do you," you compliment before a car honks outside and you quickly grab your purse and head out. Date nights weren't very frequent for you, between your job and his it was hard to find weekend evenings together. So for the holiday's Gaz had splurged and rented a town car to take you to and from the party.

Once in you settle back into the seat, leaning a bit on Gaz, your phone buzzes. You pull it out and sigh a bit. You hadn't told Gaz everything about the evening.

"What is it?" He asks as he looks over, catching the look on your face.

"You have to promise to not get upset," you start but he knows immediately just by that statement alone. It had been a point of contention in your relationship for a while now. You worked with your ex, that was a known fact and not a big deal. The problem was your ex was constantly trying to win you back and before Gaz had come along it had worked a few times. So your ex was emboldened by that track record and never let up. He had transferred to a different office but because it was the company party he would be there.

"Was that him?" He asks nodding his head at your phone and you pause and nod before handing the phone over. You have no secrets from Gaz. He takes it and glances at the message before scoffing and handing it back. "He doesn't even try to hide it," Gaz mutters as you put the phone away. "I don't understand why," he starts but you cut him off.

"You know why," you answer. "My boss is his friend, if I push too hard it could cost me my job. I know it's stupid and not fair but it is what it is," you continue before Gaz can retort. You've had this argument so many times it was predictable what all the points and counter points would be. "You know how I feel, I would never."

"I know you wouldn't but I don't like that he thinks he can keep trying," Gaz answers, his body language definitely stiffer than it had been when you left the house. "It's never going to end. He doesn't respect you or me," his voice is a bit raised and you look at the partition in the car between you and the driver to make sure it is up.

"Don't let him ruin our evening," you press, already worried it's been soured. "Just you and me tonight, right? We got this car so we can drink and be stupid," you grin and nudge him lightly. "Don't let him take that."

Gaz gives you a tight smile but agrees. The rest of the ride is quiet but less tense over to the venue. The party itself is nice, at least two hundred people are in attendance and you keep glued to Gaz's side all evening. Introducing him to new coworkers, saying hello to old ones that he already knows. Your ex is ever hovering though, attempting to get you alone in conversation any chance he can.

Gaz's hands remain on you all evening though, polite but ever possessive as he keeps a keen eye on your ex. Whenever he gets close Gaz tugs you that much closer, let his fingers dig in just that much harder or he presses a lingering kiss to your cheek or shoulder. The alcohol is also starting to get to the both of you as well and you find Gaz's hands wandering under the table. You bat him away a few times with a smirk but he continues, careful to play coy.

As the party starts to wind down Kyle's hands get a little more brazen. He slides the gold silk of your dress up your thighs under the table cloth and when you shift forward and spread your legs just a bit his fingers lightly brush the apex of your thighs. You snatch up a drink to keep from spluttering, but close your eyes enjoying the touch for a second. Right as your about to ask him if he was ready to leave, you yourself ready to get him alone, your ex walks over and takes the empty seat across the table.

"Nice party," he says in a form of greeting looking at you and Gaz, sizing the latter up. "Matching ensemble. Cute," he tacks on evidently intending to be sarcastic.

"A man should always compliment his lady," Gaz answers simply as he slides your panties to the side under the table. You shift a bit attempting to press your thighs together but he doesn't allow it, his hand briefly squeezing your leg before letting go. "Especially one this beautiful," he grins turning to look at you as he lets his index finger slide down you.

"Never could get me to do it," you ex says with a small laugh. "I'm not about to let a woman dictate to me what to wear," he shrugs. "Guess soldiers are used to taking orders." He smirks and sips on his amber drink, eyeing you.

He's completely unaware that you are struggling to keep a straight face as Gaz gently circles your clit, spreading your arousal all over you. You inhale sharply as he moves to slip a finger in you but you cover it with a cough as your ex angles his head a bit at the sudden movement.

"Could be why she left you then," Gaz answers back coolly. He had promised to not pick a fight with you ex ages ago, but never said he wouldn't rise to the occasion if your ex started it. "No offense of course," he tacks on as his middle finger glides effortlessly into you and you squirm, unable to contain it. "Some men just aren't cut out for strong women." He smirks, placing a small kiss to your temple as he subtly adjusts to let his thumb rub against you.

Your ex laughs at this before downing his drink and setting it on the table a little too hard.

"She'll come back to me," he answers dropping all pretense at playing nice. "Always has. You aren't the first guy after me you know. She'll be begging for me before long."

You narrow your eyes and open your mouth for a retort but Gaz already has one. His hand sliding out from you to rest his elbow on the table. His has his hand up, using the guise of twisting his ring on his finger with his thumb to draw attention to his movements as he acts as if he were thinking of what to say.

His fingers are glistening in the light and it draws all three of your eyes. If you could die from embarrassment you would.

"I'm fairly certain she'll be begging for me to keep going tonight when I get her home," he answers finally, cutting a cocky look to your ex. Your ex caught on to what has been happening at the table and his face portrays his shock. "Ready to go?" Gaz asks you pointedly before standing up and pulling your chair out. As you stand he gently tugs your dress down in the back for you before guiding you away with his hand on your lower back.

"You did that on purpose," you hiss as he helps you get your coat on. Your ex hadn't left his spot at the table and was still watching the both of you as you prepared to step outside.

"Well, I've wanted to get you out of that dress all night," Gaz answers as he holds open the door. "Him coming over was just the perfect opportunity for me to emphasize you're mine and not his," he smirks. "Hopefully he'll leave you alone."

Ghost

You smirk as one of the men taps out after you got him pinned with your legs wrapped around them and one arm pulled back. Letting go of his arm you pull your legs back and take a quick breather as he stands before he offers you a hand up.

The new group that you were training had taken one look at you and underestimated you. They always did. One cocky bastard had volunteered to spar against you first and you just smiled sweetly as he stepped into the ring. He didn't make it thirty seconds.

"Can you tell me what he did wrong?" You ask the rest of the men standing lined up as you grab your bottle of water. A few of them mutter jabs at the guy and one elbows him as he laughs into his own bottle of water. Eventually they state his footing and late lunge which is correct. All of them are too lumbering, relying on their bulk which is useless if it's used against them.

"Who's next?" You ask before you hear the door open and someone steps in. Everyone turns around to see Ghost had entered the small gym area. His arms are crossed over his chest as he comes to stand near you to observe. "Ignore him," you say with a smirk before pointing out one of the guys and motioning him to the mat. "He's just trying to intimidate you," you explain before indicating it was time to start.

This recruit lasts a bit longer. You almost had him pinned but he broke out and picked you bodily up off the floor before taking you back down to the ground. It knocked the wind out of you for a second as you squirmed under him before hooking your leg around him and attempt to flip him over. He laughs, a breathy thing in your ear, as you buck up which causes your eyebrows to shoot up.

His friends are cheering him on as you both attempt to overpower, hands grappling for purchase. At one point he's got your ass gripped hard in both of his hands as he tries to flip you to your stomach. From the corner of your eye you see Ghost shift, take a step forward as if he were going to intervene, and you grunt before trying to get a knee to his chest but he pushes down further into you trapping that leg. His fingers are like vices and this is definitely not because he's trying to pin you and you feel him roll his hips. Fucking hell.

You buck hard and bring up an elbow to his neck. The guy relents and you knock him over and scramble around him. After a few seconds you're sitting on his back with your legs locked tight around his waist and his head in a headlock. He taps after a few seconds of being held that way but you hold it for a second longer before letting go, roughly. You stay sat on the ground trying to catch your breath before Ghost actually steps in and offers to help you up, blocking the other guys effort. You raise your eyebrows but take his hand as he hauls you effortlessly to your feet.

The guy is talking quietly with his friends and you see one of them appraise you before stepping forward offering to go next. But once again Ghost steps in and shucks off his hooded sweatshirt and tosses it to the ground.

"You, again," he orders pointing to the guy that had just pulled that little stunt with you. He doesn't look as excited to get back on the mat and he stands there looking between you and Ghost for a second. "I'm not going to tell you twice," Ghost states before the guy steps forward. The cheering had died down and there is an absolute silence when they begin.

It's over quickly. Ghost has him in a tight headlock and the guy is frantically tapping for release but Ghost doesn't let up. You watch the guy for a second, your eyes making sure he can at least breathe, before making eye contact with Ghost who is staring right at you. You can see the murderous intent there before you nod once and he lets go, the guy rolling away gasping for air.

"You're dismissed," Ghost barks before you can say anything. There was another thirty minutes of training left but no one argues. The recruits quickly gather up their things and dart for the door leaving you and Ghost staring at one another.

"What the fuck was that?" You ask as he bends down to grab his discarded sweatshirt. He's still seething as he looks at you. "I don't need you defending me, I can handle my shit on my own," you tilt your chin up a bit in defiance.

"Never said you couldn't," Ghost answers. "But he was groping you, blatantly, and egging his friends on to try it," he steps closer.

"That is not the first or the last time that will happen," you shoot back. "One in every fresh batch I get tries it. At least this one wasn't half bad looking," you taunt and see the flare of anger on his face. Good.

"So you enjoy having a green fucking recruit paw at you?" He asks closing the gap completely so you have to tilt your head up to see him, your chest brushing his.

"What if I do?" You ask cocking your head to the side a bit, "you've made it very clear where I stand with you." Fuck buddies. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. That had been his rule, not yours.

His hands are swift as he grabs your behind, hiking you off your footing before you even know what is happening. He twists and drops you both to the floor and has you pinned under his weight, his hips between yours. "I don't like seeing someone touching you, thinking they can have you," Ghost answers as one of his hands pushes your thigh up toward your chest so he can press his hips in harder.

"You don't get to be jealous, these were your rules remember?" You ask as he rocks into you again making you squirm. "I'm not going to just sit and wait for your every beck and call when you need a good lay," you arch up a bit as one of his hands dances down your ribcage. "I'll find someone eventually, someone that actually wants me, and you'll have to find someone new to bring to bed."

"Love, you're never going to be rid of me," Ghost answers as he lets his hands slide up, up, and under your sports bra. "You're mine whether you like it or not. And no one gets to play with what is mine," he pinches you lightly causing you to groan.

It wasn't exactly the declaration you were looking for but you'd take it. For now.

Price

An injury had you sitting this one out and it infuriates you. You had tried to tell everyone you were fine, you could go. But when Price sent you for a lap around the facility and you came back clutching your side limping you had to admit defeat. So that meant the team was one person down and they needed the slot filled. Laswell had found someone that was available immediately and when you saw the file it set your teeth on edge.

It was Price's old, well, whatever she was. They never married but from what you knew they were certainly not in a strictly professional relationship. Price barely reacted when Laswell said her name, though the rest of the team had glanced at one another, pointedly not looking at you. They knew the history. What worried you even more is how their relationship had been is exactly how yours and Price's started. Was it a pattern?

When she arrived for the briefing a few days later you couldn't help but glare at her from where you sat. You were running intelligence and communication with Laswell so you were at least somewhat part of it. She was gorgeous, fit as a goddamn fiddle and why the fuck was her hair so luxurious? You knew Price liked running his hands through your hair, wrapping it up in a tight fist as you sucked him off. Then you thought about all the times he had done that with her and you nearly came out of your seat with fidgety agitation.

Price had opted to sit next to you during the meeting, his face passive as he took in the plans. He jotted down a few notes here and there but mostly leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. You couldn't sit still though, moving around in your seat and tapping into your email on your laptop for need of something to do. Then when she turned around to ask a question of John you grew completely rigid.

John answered her, just as he would answer anyone, but his eyes cut to you briefly as he speaks. He clocks your sudden stillness and you quickly busy yourself with opening an old email and read it intently like it was the most interesting thing in the world. He looks away again but you swear you see a small smirk on his lips.

When the briefing ends you're the first one up, tucking your laptop and files under your arm and headed out. You can't be in there anymore, you need to walk off some of this pent up anxiety, anger, whatever it was. If you were this upset about them being the same room you knew them being alone together for days at a time was going to be torture. You need to get a handle on it.

"Stop," comes John's voice as you're about to round a corner. You poke your head back around the wall to see him standing there. "Come in my office for a moment," he gestures down the hall the other way.

"I've really got..." you start as you try to come up with an excuse.

"It wasn't a request," he states with a small eyebrow raise.

You quickly head back toward him and he leads the way to his office, not pausing to see if you’re following. He knows you are. When you make it to the office he opens the door for you and ushers you inside before shutting the door. And flipping the lock.

"Mind telling me what this is all about?" He asks you without preamble. He was never one to beat around the bush.

"It's nothing," you try, "just don't like that I'm stuck here is all. I hate being couped up."

John watches you carefully before taking your laptop and files out of your hands and setting them on one of the empty chairs. "Now that you're done making things up, let's try the truth hmm?" He grins as he leans closer to you, effectively pinning you between him and his desk, his hands braced on either side of you.

"I don't," you splutter. "Why does it have to be her?" You finally dare, your eyes darting away for a moment before going back to his face. He's fucking grinning. Like a gloating bastard.

"Love, are you jealous?" He taunts, moving one his hands to capture yours, holding it between his palm and the desk so you're now stuck. "Why?"

"Why?" You shoot back a bit flabbergasted. "Have you seen her?" You pause, "of course you have. That's why you took her to bed too," you groan not wanting to think about that. Shutting your eyes for a moment to compose yourself you open them again to find him still watching you intently. "You're going to be out in the field with her. Without me. I know you two were like us back then, got started the same way. I don't know what if you find you miss her or," you're fumbling and feeling silly but he's just waiting patiently for you to get it all out. "What if you want her again? And not me? And you let her crawl into your sleeping bag on a particularly cold night and warm her up." Which is precisely what you two had done the first time.

"Are you done?" He asks, his tone is patient as his thumb runs over the back of your knuckles. When you don't answer him he continues. "That was almost ten years ago. We're not the same people we used to be," he pauses at the incredulous look on your face. "Would it help if I told you she was married now?"

"A bit," you answer, though you still feel insecure. "But I know what happens out there tends to stay," you start but John sighs cutting you off.

"I ended it with her," he continues to explain. "And she never got this," he adds as his hands moved to slowly unbutton your top. He's slow about it, letting you draw a few ragged breathes before he peels the material back to reveal your bra and a chain that disappears between your breasts. He smirks and gently fishes it out, his other hand pulling on the front of your bra a bit to give him more wiggle room.

There was a delicate ring on the end of the chain, one you didn't dare wear for others to see when you were working to avoid too many questions.

"Is that proof enough for you?" He asks. When you nod your head after a moment he gently tucks the ring back where it had been hidden. His calloused fingers lingering a bit longer than needed on the soft skin. "Now you can go wherever it was you were running off to," he smirks leaning back a fraction of an inch.

You catch him by the shoulder and pull him back to you. "I really wasn't going anywhere, I just," you start but he interrupts you with a kiss.

"I'm well aware," he answers against your lips as he lifts you to put you on the desk. "We've got a few minutes before Laswell comes knocking. Give me something to think of to keep me warm while I'm out there so I don’t need her to share my roll with."

You snarl as he laughs against your lips. You decide to do him one better and as he takes a seat in his desk chair you climb in his lap and leave marks all over him. Gentle bite marks on his chest to mix with his other scars. A dark purple bruise of a hickey on his neck that will definitely be visible above his shirt collar. And when he's finally inside of you, you leave scratches on his back that will be hard to miss.

You fully mark your territory and John seems pleased with your handywork, judging by his smirk as he does his shirt back up.

Soap

You had spent too much time behind the screen of the dating app instead of actually getting out there and going on dates. You had been picky, barely getting past a few days of talking to a guy before you gave up on them. Your standards were high but you also knew it wasn't fair to keep trying to compare these men to Johnny.

Tonight was different though. You finally decide to just go out and meet one of these men in person. It was casual, meeting for drinks a the local dance bar. You think if you met them in person you might not lose interest as quickly.

Stepping out into the cool evening air you fix the sinfully short skirt of your dress and head into the dance hall. It's already full of people. You glance at your phone to see a message that your date had already arrived. He says he's sitting along the bar that runs the length of the dancefloor in the back. Shoving the phone away, not wanting the distraction, you make your way back there and after a few seconds of peering around you spot him.

Fuck he was gorgeous. You swallow before smiling and walking over, taking the seat he gestured toward. Conversation is casual as you two start the game of getting to know one another more. There are more things you have in common than not, and as the drinks keep coming you find it easier and easier to talk.

Why hadn't you done this earlier? It was nice to be out, to be wanted, for someone to be interested in you. Johnny had said he needed space and you gave it to him, three months worth, and he still hadn't come back.

As your date excuses himself for a moment, you pull your phone out find messages. Three messages. Quirking your eyebrow you unlock the phone and can't help but scoff in disbelief. Three months and not a single word and suddenly Johnny wanted your attention.

Why are you at a bar? Who are you with? Lass, if you don't answer me I will show up.

You forgot that you were still sharing your location with him, you need to turn that off. Clicking over to that app you quickly swipe it off. And about five seconds later another message comes in.

Funny. I know where you're at. Don't you dare. I'm on a date and it's going well. Go back to wherever you've been hiding. With who? None of your business. It is my business. Who are you with? Not my fault you're jealous. You can blame yourself for this whole situation.

You see him typing a response but you lock the phone and put it away as your date returns. He grins and offers his hand to go dance. Your phone is buzzing as you tuck your purse inside his jacket and you just smirk to yourself as you follow him to the dancefloor. You know Johnny is seething with being ignored. Good.

The dancing starts out innocent enough, light touches and goofy laughing at moves. But as time passes and the lights get dimmer it gets a little more personal. His hands have wandered quiet literally all over you and you had found your own sliding up over his chest and around his neck. When his hips find your hips he holds fast as you dance, letting the alcohol and music numb your brain for a bit.

Bodies are bumping into one another as the floor fills up and you jump a bit as a hand slides around your waist. It's definitely not your date and when you look up at his face you see he's not impressed by whatever is happening. Preparing to bat off some drunk guy you twist around to see Johnny standing there, his hand flexing tightly on your stomach to pull you toward him. He wasn't joking when he said he was going to show up.

It's too loud to hear anyone talk but you start cursing him anyway as you reach down and attempt to pull his hand off of you. You'll be damned if his little stint was going to ruin your night. His hand doesn't budge though and your date has now let go of you and taken a step back, bumping into a couple behind you. You look at him for a second before glancing back at Johnny who is watching the man with lethal intent. Goddamn it. You'd seen better men than your date quail under that look. It seems your date doesn't want anything to do with whatever this was and he's backing up a few more steps.

"Didn't even try to defend you," Johnny chuckles as he leans down to whisper in your ear. His voice that you miss so much sends a shiver down your spine. "Have your standards dropped so low that quickly?" He taunts, his fingers sliding down your stomach to grab your hip and pull you tight against his own, moving your body to the music. But you aren't having it, you twist in his grip and shove at his chest.

"You smug bastard," you retort and shove him again but he doesn't let go. You glance back to see your date has melted away into the crowd. Coward. "Let go Johnny," you attempt to yell over the music as you glare up at him. "You've already ruined my night just let me go," you shove again but he wraps you tighter against his body, his fingers digging in a possessive grip on your sides.

"One dance," he bargains, leaning down to speak in your ear. "One dance with me in this pretty dress and I'll let you go," he nips your ear and you gasp. You can smell his cologne and soap this close to you and despite being so angry you can't help but lean into it, into him.

He knows he's won as he moves you to the music, spinning you around so your back was pressed against his chest. His hands were not tentative and slow like your date had been. Johnny knew where to touch and how, what his favorite parts were and how to thoroughly fluster you in the best way. You close your eyes reveling in this little bit of normalcy knowing you were going to be miserable and have to get over him all over again.

But one song bleeds into the next and you don't pull away, don't move from him as he holds you. Eventually he takes your hand and pulls you from the dance floor, pausing only for you to find your purse that your date had left at the bar. You're dreading the conversation that was about to come and the car ride home alone. But he leads you to his own car and you climb in silently staring out the window waiting for him to join you.

"This doesn't happen again," you snap as soon as he shuts his own door. "You don't get to decide when you're suddenly interested in me again. You ignored me for weeks Johnny, weeks. I finally decide to move on and you pull this shit? It's not fucking fair," you feel like you're about to cry and that shuts you up for a second. You refuse to cry in front of him anymore.

"It won't," Johnny agrees as he starts the car up. "Look at your phone," he nods toward your purse as he begins to pull out of the parking lot.

"I'm not done talking," you snap back.

"Look at your phone, then we talk," he answers, not looking at you as he pulls into traffic. "You're right about a few things. One of them is this," he gestures vaguely at the bar behind you, "will not be happening again," he finally looks over at you. "If it does some poor lad is going to turn up missing on the news." His statement sends a shiver up your spine. "But you were wrong to call me jealous. Jealous doesn't even begin to cover what I am when it comes to you."

You stare at him for a few seconds before finally pulling out your phone. It's flooded with messages from him. Clicking into the text thread you scroll to the top and start reading.

He wasn't lying.

[okkalo]

morning workout

sae x reader

genre(s): fluff

warnings: none

I WANNA WRITE FOR RIN SO BAD BUT I ALREADY HAVE SO MUCH RIN SO IM TRYING TO EVEN IT OUT AND IT SUCKS BC RIN WOULD BE SO CUTE IN THIS SCENARIO

“sae…i think i’m actually about to die,” you claimed in between your tired pants, hands resting on your waist. sae could only roll his eyes at your statement, which wasn’t even close to the first one this morning.

“you’re the one who wanted to join my morning workout,” he mentioned while watching your exhausted form. “besides, you’re on your last set anyways.”

when you begged sae to let you accompany him to the gym this morning you were expecting nice couple time. maybe even a time to watch him sweat and show his muscles. besides, you’ve heard how working out can make you feel better. so, of course you persisted on joining sae this morning.

big mistake. it was sae’s leg day and he gave you the same workouts as his, of course with less weights. that didn’t make it any easier.

so here you were, on the last set of your weighted squats feeling the immense aching of your legs. “my legs won’t do another one, sae.” you finally got over your heavy breathes, meeting his eyes.

“this is the last workout of today, you can do it. and if you really can’t then i’m right behind you. i won’t let you get hurt,” he tried to compromise, knowing how much you looked forward to this morning. it made you feel warm—well, warmer than you were—seeing him actually care enough to try to push you a little.

“you’ve already hurt me with this workout, babe,” you sighed, letting your hands fall to your sides as you looked towards the bar. he walked up, stopping in front of you and letting his hand meet your cheek while he occupied your other cheek with a kiss. he gave you a small push to make you look at him.

“ten more, you’re so close,” was all he could say, struggling to come up with more inspiration to give you. really, him saying anything at all was a lot coming from him though. knowing this you gave him a hesitant nod, walking out of his hold to the squat rack—you’re new worst enemy.

“don’t let me die here, please,” you added, dipping your head to the other side of the bar, adjusting your hands as you saw fit. you took a minute to breathe and ready yourself, sae giving you a small squeeze on your hip as you did so.

“i’m right here,” was all you needed to hear before you took your last breathe and lifted the bar. it was a painfully long last set, your legs shaking each time you pushed yourself up. sae noticed, hands carefully hovering around your figure as he mumbled the count. he immediately took the bar once you finished, taking the weight off of you.

“good job,” he gave a muttered praise, hand meeting your back as you went back into your earlier position. he leaned forward to give you another kiss on your flushed cheek before retreating to take the weights off the bar.

“sae, never let me join you again,” you struggled to say in between your breathes, watching as he put the equipment away. “i’m so glad i’m done.”

“we still have to do our cooldown stretches,” he reminded you, prompting a long and loud whine to escape your lips.

unedited thanks for reading!

[valyrfia]

charles tyre masterclass at suzuka!!!! where the track temp was so high that even max was struggling!!! just a superstar - have known this since 2021 but pirelli head did not call him one of the three best drivers on tyre management for nothing (other two being ofcourse max and lewis)

also what was that strategy disaster from mclaren - how did they lose two positions with lando. happened twice for him. feel bad because he was pulling some brilliant moves today

The fact that Carlos asked Max in the cooldown room whether he would do a one-stop and Max was like "sure but like....why the hell would you" (paraphrased). What Charles pulled off today was a masterclass that very few drivers are capable of pulling off and proved why Ferrari were right to put their faith in him! I mean, look at Carlos attempting to stretch the tyres the same before he second stop. Exact same conditions as Charles, but Charles managed to hold on for 6-7 laps longer.

McLaren did not cook today. Why they didn't wait for Charles to pit and instead choose to box with Charles is beyond me. It's a shame because Lando did drive well! The strategy and the car was just not able to match Ferrari.

[zyonsay]

Wildfire, Chapter One MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Your very first Grand Prix!

Reader: Male

Warnings: Swearing, Max holds a grudge against you

Now playing: 'Break stuff' by Limp Bizkit

AN: First Chapter of Wildfire! This is a rewritten version, the early version was too short and sucked ass, so here you go babes!

(Here is the next chapter)

“Y/N L/N coming through the inside! This looks like P2 for the Redbull rookie! Don’t blink because you might just miss him!”

Loud cheering erupted from the watcher stands and colorful smoke hung in the air. Nobody really knew who you were since your addition to the team was announced barely a day before the quali.

“OH MY GOD, Y/N! YOU DID IT, YOU DID IT!”

Horners voice boomed through the team radio, the mechanics and engineer’s celebrations could be heard in the background. Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes; you couldn’t believe you placed so good at your first race in F1. You knew that you were talented, and you’d worked hard too, but your second place today was unexpected. Usually, it takes time to settle into F1, figuring out all the dynamics and such, so naturally you’d expect some more difficulties than this.

Once you’d hopped out of the car, you received many pats on your helmet. You were obsessed with the design that you’d chosen a few weeks ago; it was a beautiful reinterpretation of ‘starry night’ depicting a race car, watcher stands and track lights instead of a village.

You were grinning from ear to ear, proud of today’s accomplishment. Naturally, your teammate and racing legend Max had won the Grand Prix, but you were more than pleased with your work. The third place was achieved by your friend and fellow racer Lando Norris.

You took your place on the chair in the cooldown room, observing the replay of your drive carefully, still grinning. Lando punched your shoulder lightly. “Hey dude, good drive!”, he had a playful gleam in his eyes. “Next time i’ll get you tho.”, he smiled mischievously. “Keep on dreaming, I’ll crush everything in my way.” You patted him on the shoulder, making idle chit chat with your buddy.

Max stood at the other end of the room, watching the replay too. Your presence, your words, your attitude left a sour taste in his mouth. It’s not like you were mean or anything, but the way you present yourself seemed too cocky for a rookie. He’d never admit it, but having you around felt threatening. Like a lion, waiting for the Zebra to get distracted for a split second so it can rip it to shreds. But Max was always the lion? Why not now?

Many Formula 1 Fans were intrigued by you, the first impressions you left sure were lasting ones. “Fucking hell! Did this dick even get his fucking driver’s license?! Do I need to get him some glasses or will he be able to see the turn next time?” You were a strong fiery character, reminding many people of Max. Your overly confident nature was charming somehow and managed to pull in many fans, but it also earned you loads of judgmental stares and nasty comments on Instagram.

But you loved the attention. Your fire was only fueled more and more that way.

The ceremonial part of spraying fizzy alcohol and various festivities took its time, but eventually ended with you feeling sticky and gross, but happy.

Shortly after leaving the podium, you were circled by interviewers, fighting to be the first to speak with the ‘wonder rookie’. A grey-haired man with an unknown accent gained your attention first. “Congratulations on your Success! You surely made a good first impression! Did you expect this outcome and furthermore, do you think someone else would’ve deserved the second place?” You blinked a few times at the blunt question but broke into a playful grin soon after. “To be honest, I couldn’t exactly weigh my chances because I’m new to all of the circumstances, but my success is definitely welcomed with open arms.” You looked intently at the camera that was shoved into your face, still smiling. “I deserve the second place, if anyone else felt like they deserved it, they should’ve tried to be faster than me.” The interviewer was flabbergasted at your retaliation and raised his eyebrows in shock. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m sweating terribly.” You turned towards the camera, pointing at it: “Lot’s of love to all of you watching, have a nice evening!”

And with that you rushed off, wanting to peel your race suit off as fast as possible.

Max stood nearby and had heard the whole interview while talking to his friend Charles Leclerc. He was equally as perplexed as the interviewer. How could you talk like that at your first Grand Prix? Cocky much.

Max couldn’t wait to crush your little rookie dreams.

[reidingandwriting]

coming out > shouta aizawa (mha)

Word Count: 2.1k

Pairing: Aizawa & Daughter!Reader, Reader x Momo (not official,,, yet), mentions of EraserMic

Warnings: Like one or two curse words, anxiety about coming out, probably a little OOC characters but oh wellll. Mostly fluff, I love writing Dadzawa

A/N: This was a request from @wi-2006 I hope you enjoy it!

you fell to the ground with a pained thud, and you scowled as you stared up at the sky. “damn it,” you huffed as you sat up, and you rested on your knees.

“i’m so sorry! are you okay?” izuku held out a hand to you and you allowed him to pull you up before you dusted off the knees of your costume.

“‘m fine,” you brushed back a few strands of hair that had escaped from your ponytail before you got back into position. “i’m ready now.”

“need to focus, kid,” your dad’s voice called from a few yards away where he was helping hitoshi with his capture weapon. to anyone else, he appeared bored, bored of correcting your mistakes and calling out your lack of attention, but you recognized the concern in his voice. you knew he’d be talking to you later and you briefly considered faking sick to avoid the inevitable conversation. “try again, then take a break.”

you nodded as you turned towards izuku again, eyes narrowing as you focused. you had been sparring for what felt like hours at this point, and you wanted to perfect this new takedown. your close combat skills were usually your strength, but you couldn’t focus today.

izuku nodded briefly at you before he was off, and you quickly countered his first attack. the two of you continued to spar, each getting a fair amount of blows in before you finally saw the opening you needed. you jumped into action and when izuku was finally pinned, you leaned back against the ground and let out an ‘oof’ as your back hit the grass, your eyes screwed shut from the sun. you enjoyed the feeling of the sun for a minute, and a moment later, you heard shifting beside you. you squinted your eyes open and reached over, shoving at izuku’s arm as he sat beside you.

“you did good today,” you said and izuku smiled at you.

“thank you! you did, too.” a brief pause. “i asked mr. aizawa if we could go off campus and grab dinner for everyone, i think it’s shoto’s night to cook.” you shuddered at the thought and nodded.

“good idea.” you sat up. “let me get my gym bag and say bye and we can go.” izuku nodded and you stood up, and you walked over to grab your things. hitoshi was finishing his cooldown stretches, your dad watching from a few feet away. you walked up to him and butted your head against the back of his arm. you smiled as your dad’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and his hand ruffled your hair.

“good takedown,” your dad commented before he looked at you. “still coming home tonight?” you nodded, gnawing at your lip. you switched between your dorm with your class and your room in the teacher’s dorms; you loved your classmates but sometimes you needed a break from them. and your dad’s was the best place to get that break. you missed your old house, but you still have the cats and hizashi and your aunt nemuri are close, so it was still pretty nice.

“gonna do dinner, watch a movie, then head over,” you let your eyes flutter closed for a moment, enjoying the rare moment of peace with your dad. he briefly rested his head against your own before he patted your shoulder.

“should shower first, too. don’t need you stinking up the house,” a subtle smirk made its way to his face and you glared up at him.

“just for that, i’m not going to.” you stuck your tongue out at him, narrowly ducking from the stray edge of capture weapon that shot out at you. “rude!”

you exchanged goodbyes with your dad, called out a goodbye to shinsou, then jogged over to izuku. you and izuku walked off campus and you talked about classes, upcoming exams. you were texting the class groupchat about dinner orders when he asked a question that made you pause.

“you seemed really distracted today. is everything okay?” you and izuku were close, you and him quickly becoming friends, and you had the same friend group.

“i’m a little worried about my weekend with my dad,” you admitted after a minute, and izuku stayed quiet, having learned when to let you rant. “he knows something is bothering me and i’m worried about him asking me. i can’t lie to him, he’s my dad. but i’m also terrified of how he’ll react.” izuku stayed quiet for another moment, and you sighed. “i’m thinking about telling him.”

you could practically hear the gears turning in izuku’s head until it clicked. your crush on momo wasn’t glaringly obvious, but you had let it slip to some of your friends (izuku, hitoshi, and ochako). your entire friend group knew you were bisexual, hell you’re pretty sure your entire class did, but your dad didn’t know. and you didn’t know what was worse- telling him about it or him realizing you’ve been hiding it from him for so long. and you were scared. scared of how he’d react, scared if things would change.

“do you want to tell him?”

“yes. no. i don’t know? he can tell something is up and today just confirmed it. it never should’ve taken me that long to knock you on your ass. he’s gonna ask what’s bothering me and i just… i can’t lie to him if he asks me.” your phone vibrated and a quick glance left you smiling once you saw the text. “he’s bound to find out soon, and it would only be worse if he found out from someone else.”

izuku nodded, a sympathetic smile on his lips. “it’ll be scary, but i know you can do it. if you want any of us there with you, we’d all be happy to.”

“thanks, zuku. this is something i need to do myself, though. but if it goes bad, i may hide in your room after.” izuku wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his side, and you wrap your arm around him. “thank you.” no other words were said as you walked into the restaurant and the nervous pit in your stomach started to fade away a little.

-

dinner came and went, and now your class had spread out across the common room to watch some pre-quirk era movie about this hero that resembled a spider.

“sero! do you think you could-“ denki started and without looking away from the screen, you spoke.

“don’t even think about it,” you said and denki’s friends started laughing.

“okay, sensei,” denki huffed and you instinctively shot a glare at the blonde. denki yelped and hid behind hitoshi, who wrapped an arm around him.

“dude, she’s not actually aizawa, you don’t have to hide from her.” you rolled your eyes, an amused smirk on your lips.

“she looks just like him! look at that,” denki whined. living with aizawa, naturally you adopted his facial expressions and even his ‘teacher voice’ at times. denki would forever be haunted by the resemblance you had to your father when he had accidentally woken you up, your eyes might as well have been glowing with the glare you had given him.

“well he is my father,” you drawled and momo giggled from beside you, and you willed yourself to keep your expression calm.

the rest of the movie played out and you had started to fall asleep on the couch. you froze as you felt a blanket drape over you and someone lean down.

“goodnight,” momo whispered, her lips brushing against your cheek before she excused herself to bed. a minute later, you peeked an eye open and were grateful to see you were the last one in the common area. what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck-

“coming to bed?” your dad’s voice startled you and you jumped off the couch. he raised an eyebrow at you and you nodded.

“sorry, yeah. just started falling asleep,” your dad’s gaze was disbelieving but he dropped it for now.

“have everything you need?” you felt for the phone in your pocket and nodded, and you tucked yourself into your dad’s side as you yawned. “let’s go.”

you woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and the faint hum of the television. you stretched and yawned as you sat up before you stood and walked to the living room. you were greeted by the sight of your dad, coffee mug in one hand and pen in the other as he graded papers.

“morning,” you greeted as you walked to the coffee maker and you poured yourself a mug. you took a seat beside your dad a minute later, and you looked down at the papers as you leaned against him. “how’d i do?”

“good as usual,” your dad turned to kiss your temple, and you smiled. a comfortable silence filled the room as you watched your dad grade, occasionally looking up at the TV screen. it was quiet, it was peaceful. and then your dad spoke again.

“i’ve noticed you’ve been a little in your head lately. distracted easily, not as focused as usual.” a brief pause. “is everything okay?” you swore your heart stopped and you set your mug down with a shaky breath. your dad set his pen down and turned to face you, his focus fully on you. “kid?”

“i’ve wanted to tell you, i-i was just worried you’d get mad.” you whispered and he frowned.

“well, you’re sitting here now so you haven’t been arrested.” the blunt statement shocked you and you couldn’t help but smile a bit. “i’m your teacher, so i’d know if you were expelled, suspended, or failing anything. none of your classmates ever come to me with any complaints about how you treat them. i don’t see what you could’ve done that would make me upset with you.”

“it’s nothing i did. it’s just… i don’t know how to explain it. just something i… discovered?” you could practically hear the gears in his head turning.

“is it about school?” you shook your head.

“do you remember the crush i had on hitoshi?” you decided to finally get to it and your stomach twisted and turned. he didn’t have his capture weapon on, you could realistically make it out the door before he could get it. you wouldn’t make it far, but you could make it to nemuri’s or hizashi’s. no, you needed to tell him. you could run away after.

your dad nodded. “didn’t that end a while ago? when he started liking someone else?” you nodded.

“i had never had a crush on anyone before hitoshi and when he told me he liked someone else, i was upset. i had my friends to help me through it, and i got close with one of them. i think i really like them, but…”

your dad stayed quiet, waiting to see if you’d continue talking or if he could talk. you took a deep breath before you looked your dad in the eyes. “i like momo.” you whispered. “i, i never liked another girl before and i didn’t know i could. then denki talked to me about it and said i could be bisexual? and i am. bi.”

the silence was deafening and you felt your hands start to shake. you wanted your dad to say something, anything, but you were scared of what he would say.

“have you asked her out yet?”

“i’m sorry, i’ll go back to the- wait, what?”

“why are you apologizing?” your dad asked and suddenly, his expression softening. “did you think i would react badly?” your vision immediately became blurry and your eyes began to burn. seconds later, you were pulled into your dad’s chest and you latched onto him. you sobbed against him, tears soaking through his shirt as he rubbed your back. “you’re happy, you’re healthy, you’re not hurting anyone. that’s all i could ever ask for,” another sob left you at his words and you shifted to look up at him.

one hand combed through your hair and the other cupped your cheek, thumbs wiping away stray tears. “i-i don’t know why, but i thought you’d be mad at me,” you whimpered and your dad shook his head.

“never. you can’t control who you love, it would be illogical to get mad over something you had no control over.” your dad leaned back against the couch, and you curled into his side. “besides, would be extremely irrational of me to get upset over you being bi since i’ve been dating hizashi for the last two months.” it took you a minute to process his words and you sat up.

“what?! you and hizashi?” your dad nodded, amused smile on his face and you stood up. “come on, get up. i need to go talk to him if you thought you two could date without telling me!” laughter filled the dorm and as you walked down the hall a minute later with your dad trailing behind, you couldn’t be happier. maybe now you could finally ask momo on a date.

[dissociacrip]

it might seem weird at first but it's true that having symptomatic joint hypermobility (meaning the "bad" kind of hypermobility that results in chronic pain, a proneness to dislocation/sublixation, etc. such as in EDS, hypermobility spectrum disorders, and other CTDs) doesn't necessarily mean being very flexible and sometimes this can potentially present a problem when it comes to accurate assessment and diagnosis. part of this is because flexibility doesn't just involve joints; it also involves muscles and other soft tissues.

i have generalized symptomatic hypermobility (either gHSD or hEDS, who knows because it's not like i'm getting properly diagnosed anytime soon) and i'm an 8/9 on the beighton scale. i've been incapable of touching my toes since elementary school because my hamstring muscles have shortened over time due to the strain from compensating for hyperextended joints and hypotonia. i can't meet the 9th beighton criteria where i place my palms flat on the floor without bending my knees, but that doesn't mean i don't have a hypermobile spine, because its my shortened hamstring muscles that are preventing the movement, not the joints. i was just doing stretches at the gym earlier today for cooldowns that looked absurdly easy for the able-bodied person in the video i was following but i couldn't bend my legs to the full extent that they did due to other shortened muscles in my legs, which is also a consequence of hyperextended joints and hypotonia.*** i think it's easy to guess why something like that might end up masking the full extent of joint hypermobility in some people.

(***for people who don't know what hypotonia is, it's when there's inadequate tension in the muscles in the resting state or in response to a passive stretch, such as posture. in other words, muscles are too loose, which can cause a myriad of really sucky problems! it's the result of CNS dysfunction and/or structural problems in the muscles - conditions like EDS and other CTDs sometimes involve hypotonia due how they can affect viscoelastic properties of muscles. while being characterised by "floppiness," hypotonia can still result in stiffness and shortening of the adductors, quadriceps, sub-occipital muscles, etc.)

in more extreme cases, this kind strain can lead to muscle contracture, which is when a muscle is permanently shortened and hardened. joints themselves can also become contractured, and as a matter of fact, contractures appear to be part of how some forms of EDS are identified, such as myopathic and musculocontractural EDS (it's even in the name of the last one.) this is a quote from someone with mcEDS from elhers-danlos.com ("Musculocontractural EDS: My puzzle pieces put together") though i know the EDS society doesn't have the best rep:

When I was born 8 weeks premature by emergency caesarean, the doctors and Mum and Dad were stunned. Apart from requiring life-saving treatment, I was floppy, and also had major obvious deformities of my limbs and dislocated hips. I had contractures in my hands, fingers, shoulders, hips, ankles and feet. I have very little muscle in my neck, arms and legs. I spent 10 weeks in NICU and was diagnosed with Arthrogryposis at birth.

(...)

The contractures affect me in different ways. My hands are always clenched, and they do not open out properly. I’m unable to tie my hair up myself unless I am lying on my back, which allows gravity to pull my arms back. I can’t put my hair behind my ears with my right hand unless I’m using my left hand to push it backwards. Although I am right handed, the fingers on my right hand don’t open more than 2 inches and I’m unable to pick anything up with that hand. My left hand is far more deformed, but I can grab things with that hand and use it to stabilise my right. I carry things on my right side in between my arm and torso in the crook of my elbow and I look like an axe murderer when holding a knife.

so yeah, ironically enough, sometimes being symptomatically hypermobile involves a limited range of motion rather than being especially flexible. that's your fun fact of the day!

[pansear-doodles]

Hunter Spearcane Concept that's recently released on Patreon. I plan to make more detailed concept stuff in the future. I have recently also posted some designs for Hero, which I cannot reveal publicly yet until these characters make their debut...

You can check the original post in my Patreon but its description is below the cut

Happy Disability Pride Month!

I've been meaning to introduce something for my Anthro Hunter but we're unfortunately not in that time of the current story yet. I've been conceptualizing this (in my head) for quite some time. I figured putting it on my Patreon for early access would be a good introduction to the type of content you'd see here- concepts and such that I'm not as comfortable putting up on my tumblr just yet (because then it would make people think of things that aren't quite there in the story yet and confuse them).

Eventually Hunter would meet a casual death, but NSH introduces to them a peculiar gift: A Spearcane, using materials from their own parts. This tool would be incredibly useful in aiding them, both on the health and combat aspects. It is the next step to Hunter's ongoing arc of them fighting off their illness.

Hunter is initially reluctant and a little embarrassed to use it, not fully grasping its full functionality yet, but it would slowly grow on them.

The sturdy yet light Spearcane has different primary modes:

Full Spear mode - Which is the default mode of the spearcane. On the middle of it is a comfortable grip in the shape of NSH's symbol. This grip area is the centralized part of the spearcane for its other modes as well.

Dual Spear mode - The spearcane is able to divide itself into two shorter spears. It can lock itself back together on command or by manual.

Cane mode - Mostly used for non-combative purposes. After experiencing tremors (which tires out their body) or if Hunter feels withdrawn (or if they wish to traverse rough terrain better), Cane mode is activated to make moving around easier.

Pocket Size mode - The spearcane can retract itself into a much more portable mode. This mode is also activated when it is alerting others or going towards the master, much like a drone.

The Spearcane in cane mode has a wrist strap that is adorned by soft accessories representative of Artificer and their pups. They can use these accessories as stim toys.

The foot of the spearcane is secure and gravitated towards the ground when it detects unusual bodily circumstances in Hunter (mostly for when they are starting to struggle or when they are about to have a tremor). The cane is explosion-proof, so it can be laced in that material and still be intact. The only downside is that it would be on cooldown, so for a while it couldn't be called to, change modes or float.

Now since the spearcane is precious, Hunter doesn't want it to be on the wrong hands, so NSH created a function that shocks the holder upon a certain command "It's Mine!"- a jolt that is comparable to a baby centipede. It's significant that the spearcane doesn't shock when its simply held by anyone other than Hunter, since Hunter would be comfortable allowing their family and friends to use it. (and this would lead to funny shenanigans)

While it is powerful and not that easy to lose as it can be summoned by a simple whistle, the spearcane can still potentially be lost- to allude to the idea that it is imperfect even still- and a bit limiting. The spearcane, while its able to lay Hunter down more easily upon a tremor, life can be a bit unpredictable- and ofc it won't pull out a full-on-mattress. I just feel that's a bit excessive at that point considering everything else it has.

I had research and consultation with cane users. I even saw some users earlier today in the grocery as I was looking for bell peppers haha. Retractable canes are a thing in real life and I really did utilize that and Rain World's technological aspects (while in the acknowledgement that most technologies in the current timeline setting is tarnished and limited) to its full service. Artificer has mementos that remind them of their family, and so shall Hunter- in the form of little objects attached to an object with the primary function of supporting them.

I wonder if summoning canes that can fly about and alert nearby assistants would be practical and possible in the real world...

[misslavenderlady]

Once Upon a December 🖤

David/Crysta (OC)

Summary: Crysta has found true love with her darling Lost Boys. Little does she know that David in particular feels an extra special connection to her because of someone he knew long ago...

Surprise!! This is a birthday present for @hypocriticaltypwriter! Cherry, you've been such a wonderful friend, I thought you deserved something special! 🎁🎂🎉

This fic has references to the OC of @hypocriticaltypwriter, Crysta and the scrapped Lost Boys prequel script, of which there is a love interest for David. It also references the song from the animated movie/musical "Anastasia". Please enjoy!

Crysta couldn't have been happier. She was living a good life with not one but four amazing, handsome, caring men. Though her lovers happened to be bloodthirsty vampires that sucked the essence from any human who crossed them, she didn't let that get in the way of her happiness. 

Each of her boys was an absolute gem. So stunning and wonderful in their own unique ways. They treated her like a queen and took the best care of her. Being a human, she was seen as a more fragile, delicate being to them. The four boys would do anything to keep her safe and sound. Always making her feel loved. 

Though she often had at least one of them by her side at all times, the daytime was when she was by herself. One day she'd be on the same sleep schedule as them, but for now, she could keep herself occupied during the day. 

Whenever she wasn't working at the salon or running errands, Crysta’s favorite thing to do was dance. It was the perfect way for her to get in some exercise while having fun moving to the songs from her cassette collection. Today was no different. With her leotard and sheer sash around her waist, she was a dancing beauty. 

Swing music was her favorite thing to dance to, but a good Prince song got her energy up too. Crysta kicked her legs up high and moved her hips to the rhythm of “When Doves Cry”. A smile was stuck on her beautiful face as she danced around the empty hideout. The music fueled her heart and soul, truly making her feel alive. 

Before she knew it, the sun outside was fading. The day started to come to an end. The darkness would soon come, as would her boys. Surely they would be awoken by the sound and smell of her hot, pumping blood. They were such frisky things~ 

“Guess I'll pick something for a cooldown,” Crysta said to herself. 

She shut off the Prince cassette and rummaged around the container for something slower to dance to. KISS, Def Leppard, Ratt, Poison, Twisted Sister. All too wild and fast for a proper cooldown to her workout. She was about to give up when something special caught her eye. 

A simple cassette with a handwritten note on the cover. “1906” written in faded ink. 

Crysta tilted her head in curiosity, studying the writing carefully. Was it supposed to be a year? That was when the hotel that once stood on the bluff crashed into the sea, leaving behind treasures to be lost or decayed within the cave the Lost Boys called home. If that was what it referred to, what did it have to do with a cassette?

“Only one way to find out.”

The redheaded girl stuck the cassette into the boombox, pressing the play button to see what music would await her. 

To her surprise, it was the complete opposite of the boy's style. Rather than a loud electric guitar and killer drum solo, the soft sound of chimes greeted her ears. Crysta’s eyes widened as she took in the sound. It was quite magical. Soft notes that dazzled her senses. She felt it to be similar to that of a lullaby from a music box. 

Stepping backward to where her dancing space was, Crysta started to take in the melody some more. Follow the rhythm as it went on. She could work with this. Her body began to move slowly as more instruments joined in. The soft tones of a flute, clarinet, bassoon and more. All of their sounds worked beautifully together as they welcomed in the lyrics to the song.

Dancing Bears

Painted Wings

Things I almost remember

And a song someone sings

Once upon a December

Crysta’s senses grew fuzzy as her body took over for the dance. She gravitated to a more ballet-style dance routine, gracefully gliding across the floor and swaying her hands in rhythm. One would think she was under a spell if they were to see her moving in such a way. 

Little did she know that such a thing was actually happening. 

In one corner of the main lobby of the sunken hotel, a tall, platinum-blond vampire stepped into view. David had awoken just a bit earlier than usual, eager to see his beloved human. The spurs of his boots clanged with each step, yet Crysta did not notice. She was far too focused on her dance. The lyrics guided her every movement.

Someone holds me safe and warm.

Horses prance through a silver storm.

Figures dancing gracefully across my memory.

David was stuck in place, overcome with shock at hearing this song. Though he had managed to find a recording of it from a modern singer, there was a time decades ago when he had heard this song live. Visions of candelabras, string quartets, and marble statues filled his mind, bringing back the memory of the resort when it still stood above the sea. 

His ice blue eyes were fixated on Crysta as the faded vision of someone he knew long ago began to take over. A lovely, dark-haired lady with a shy, yet sweet nature and soft lips that he had kissed when they were hidden away from prying eyes. His long-lost love.

His legs began to move again, carrying him to where Crysta danced. He feared the memory would slip away again if he did not go to her. The graceful movements of her dance had grown stronger as the music built up more and more. A choir sang out, filling the cave with an echo of vocals that would shake a man to his very core. Crysta was so deep within her dance that she nearly jumped in surprise when she turned to see David right behind her.

“David, you scared me!” she scolded. “What are you do-”

“Dance with me.”

Crysta was shocked by such a request. Her lashes fluttered and her eyebrow raised in curiosity. 

“What?”

David’s lip curled slightly, showing off a gentleness in his smile that was unfamiliar to Crysta. No sneakiness or devious expressions. Just a look of love.

“I wonder if I might have a dance with the princess?”

Crysta would be lying if she said she wasn’t charmed by such words. Her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink and she smiled warmly back at the vampire. She slipped her hand into his, allowing David to take hold of her waist with his other. 

“I’d be delighted.”

Someone holds me safe and warm.

Horses prance through a silver storm.

Figures dancing gracefully across my memory.

David and Crysta moved around the lobby with sheer grace. They danced in time, creating a perfect waltz together despite it being such an unfamiliar dance to the human girl. To David, it was like riding a bike. He never truly forgot how to do it. With Crysta as his dance partner, it was even easier. All he had to do was look into her eyes, and it all came back to him.

Without any hesitation, David leaned in to kiss her. The warmth of her skin made his head spin far more than any waltz could. He remembered a similar kiss behind a ballroom pillar, hiding away from a stern chaperone. Now, with colder skin from his inhuman nature, it was all so much more intense. His heart ached deep within his chest.

Far away,

Long ago,

Glowing dim as an ember,

Things my heart

Used to know

Things it yearns to remember

“You are the beautiful something I dreamed about, Anastasia.”

The spell David and the music had over her was broken, and Crysta looked up at the blond with confusion on her face.

“Why’d you say my middle name?”

David stopped the waltz once the gravity of his mistake hit him. In the blink of an eye, the vision was gone. The memory had faded away. No longer did he have a princess in his arms dancing in a ballroom. The age and decay and quietness of the cave overwhelmed his senses, making him realize how much time had passed since he had become a vampire.

And Crysta. God, did he feel guilty for his slip of the tongue. Looking at her pretty face, he did see a familiarity of his first ever love. She looked so much like Anastasia. Even the shade of her eyes was identical, as it was something he had studied carefully each time they were together.

But she wasn’t Anastasia. She was Crysta. She was her own person, not the ghost of someone he once knew. David would forever mourn her, yet he knew how truly lucky he was to have Crysta by his side here and now. He loved her more than anything, and he wanted a life with her and his boys. It wouldn’t be fair to her to get lost in the past. 

“I’m sorry, Cherri,” he cooed, taking hold of her cheek in his hand. “I think I’ve been around Max too much. I know he calls you that all of the time.”

Crysta let out a snort of laughter, amused by David.

“Oh God, don’t tell me you’re turning into a big nerd too, Davi!”

David laughed, bringing her in for an embrace and spinning her around once again. She squealed with delight as he lifted her up. The two of them were practically giddy with their playfulness. 

“I’m not changin’ at all,” he promised, setting her back down on her feet. “Now let’s go wake up the others so we can grab a bite to eat.”

Crysta eagerly wrapped her hands around his arm, allowing him to lead the way to the sleeping chambers of the boys. With them out of sight, the last few words of the song played for nobody to hear. 

And a song someone sings

Once upon a December

Tag List: @mjtheartist04 @cryptic-michael @vampirefilmlover @oceansrose2002 @ghoulgeousimmaculate @starlahuskyz @ria-coolgirl

[bryce-bucher]

Midwest Lost Post #5

Stepfather:

For the past month I've been pretty busy, so I've mainly just been focusing on working on Midwest Lost whenever I have a chance. In this time I finally got the character model for the stepfather mostly complete and in the game. In this fight he is "unwinding" after work so he's ditched his pants and put on a bathrobe, but he was too dejected to change out of his work shirt. He's an abusive guy with a messy life, and he often takes his anger out on whoever he thinks he can have power over. Unlucky for the protagonist, this often means he's the target of his rage. Luckily for the protagonist, he has a big ass sword.

The Face:

For a while now I've been pretty concerned on how I am going to handle face textures in this game. I need the characters to be expressive for the various cinematics and for certain emotional beats to hit properly, but creating proper detailed faces is a bit of a wild west territory for me. Because of this, I decided to try an experiment. Recently I've been trying to learn how to paint properly using a VR painting tool called Vermillion, It's proven to be a really powerful and relaxing way to paint, so I was wondering if it would be feasible for me to paint character textures in it. At my current skill level I honestly thought it wouldn't work out at all, but surprisingly it did!

As you can see here, I spent a good 4-5 hours painting this face texture in VR. It looked pretty horrible until like the last 40 minutes of the process or so. I guess that's how its supposed to go, but it really surprised me that it came together at all.

After I got that base texture completed, I exported it and touched it up a bit to better fit the model. I then added a pair of eyes and eyebrows on top of the texture in Affinity Photo. They are a lot more cartoony / simplistic than the base texture so that I can change them out and create new expressions easily. I was honestly unsure if that would clash too hard with the painted face, but I think it looks pretty good. This was a really fun process, and It's got me excited for the amount of opportunities it has afforded me. Character creation is my favorite, but until now I really never thought I'd be able to paint the more detailed organic aspects of certain characters / animals. Oh yeah I also painted his knees in the same way lol, but I think going into detail about that would be redundant.

Heavy Attacks:

The last major thing I did recently was finally implement some heavy attacks. Rather than have separate inputs for light and heavy attacks, the attack button causes a light or heavy attack to occur based on whether or not you are currently holding the stance/strafe button. The heavy attacks I decided on are meant to be able to close in a considerable gap between you and the enemy, so that you can get in there more easily after slowly strafing around. Alternatively, you can just use heavy attacks whenever as long as you just press the strafe and attack buttons at the same time, so really they are for whenever you feel as though you can afford the wind up and cooldown of the animations. But yeah, as you can see in the gif above, the heavy attacks currently take the form of a two swing combo where you can lunge forward with the sword pointing outwards and then follow it up by swinging it back over your head and slamming it down. I think they are pretty satisfying to use as of now, but I might consider extending the combo in the future.

Conclusion:

That is all 4 today. I really want to get more work done on all of these games. I'm really tired of being stuck in the same debug scene in all of them. Hopefully this year I can dedicate more time to all this, and maybe I can make a second scene for one of them lol. Next time I post one of these it will probably be midwest lost again, but if not I'll be working on J(a)SON next. A big part of me being busy this month is that I'm actually attending GDC alongside Quinn K. If any of u mutuals out there want to meetup at GDC lmk.

[mountingpulisic]

IF YOU REALLY LOVE ME

part one part two

“well” mason said, letting his arms fall to his side, ”go ahead, explain” 

all three of you stared at christian, awaiting a response. 

yet, no words left his mouth as he stared only at you. 

christian knew you deserved an explanation, not only for the scene that unfolded in the club but one for him walking out on you as well.

christian tried speaking, tried to formulate the right words to explain his actions but nothing would come out. 

you looked at him in disbelief, eyebrows raising curiously, getting slightly irritated with the two minutes that passed by, and he still hasn't uttered a word. figuring that the man in front of you wasn’t going to speak anytime soon, you mumbled a good night to his two friends and dismissed yourself.   

“i-i don’t kn-know.” he stuttered, confused eyes searching ben’s and mason’s for any guidance on the situation. his friends shared a knowing look between the two of them.

“you’re jealous, mate.” ben spoke, saying the simple sentence as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and it was. 

christian didn’t know where the line between friends and lovers had begun to blur. five months ago, you were only his neighbor, having accidentally gotten one of his packages, you had stopped by american’s house to return it. he wouldn’t say he fell instantly but his heart did jump out his chest when you flashed him an award winning smile when he opened the door. 

it was four months ago, when he finally worked up the courage to invite you over, the eagles were playing and he remembered how quickly you got engrossed in the american sport. coming over the following week to discuss who you had gotten on your final fantasy team and happily gloated how you were beating him. 

it was three months ago when you two had shared your first kiss, you had told him you had always dreamt of dancing in the rain and when it started to pour drastically that foggy sunday morning, christian pulled you outside to make sure your dream came true. 

it was two months ago when you had proposed the idea, saying that the two of you obviously needed an outlet for your sexual frustrations, two months ago when christian first made love to you.

and it was exactly one month today when he walked out on you.

“i’m no expert when it comes to relationships, by any mean.” ben started, crouching down to be eye level with christian who now sat on the curb.  “but even i can see that you are in love with this girl. mate, i thought you were going to kill that poor fella back there.” 

christian wasn’t stupid enough to kill henry, he was just going to injure him. severely. 

“now, christian, if you put enough pep in your step, you’ll be able to catch her.” with an encouraging pat on the back, christian started to walk in the direction you left in. 

your arms clung tightly to your side as you weathered through the harsh winds that the early morning hours of england had delivered. your heels clicked against the pavement as you made way to the nearest bus station, entering a stranger’s car didn’t seem ideal at this time of night and you assumed a walk was going to help you cooldown.

hearing footsteps behind you, you picked up your speed. you were already having the worst night possible, being kidnapped would’ve just been the cherry on top. 

“i have a black belt in taekwondo, so you better be able to put up a damn good fight.” you shouted, wrapping around to face the stranger, bringing up your hands to your face in a defense stance. 

however, you lowered them when you were met with christian’s apologetic experssion, rolling your eyes, you turned back around and continued to make your way to the bus stop. 

“could you please stop and listen to me for a second, y/n?” 

“no.” 

“just hear me out, i just need two minutes!” 

“no.”

“i love you!” he shouted, letting his arms drop dramatically to his side, his confession had caused you to halt your movements. 

turning around angrily, you stomped your way back towards a frustrated christian. raising your right hand, you did something fueled by anger, and you connected your palm to his cheek, hard.

“you do not get to do this right now” you shove him harshly in his chest, causing him to stumble back slightly, “you do not get to act like the jealous boyfriend when you see me with another guy, you shut me out after i was honest with you!”. as soon as the other person was to catch feelings, they had to confess, something christian had suggested. you were more than happy to keep your feelings a secret but you didn’t want to lie to him when he would jokingly ask. 

“oh c'mon now, you know you love me.” he had jokingly said that morning.  

it was a joke for crying out loud, but your heart was currently located on your sleeve at that moment, and you said that you did, you told him you were in love with him.  

“you do not get to love me christian.” you screamed, snobbing loudly as fresh tears streamed down your face. you didn’t care how you looked at the moment, more than likely had mascara smudged underneath your eyes and looked like a crazy person by on lookers.  

you didn’t know where all the anger came from, there was nothing more you wanted than for him to say those words back, to finally say those words back. 

maybe the anger started when he continuously sent you to voicemail as you tried to reach him to discuss what just happened. 

or maybe the anger grew when he wouldn’t even utter a polite hello when he saw you at sophia’s birthday party, only acknowledging the german beauty and walking right past you. 

you knew the anger wasn’t going away any time soon, you knew that it was going to be awhile before you could properly be open with another guy again. stupidly opening up your heart to the football player just for him to do the one thing you were terrified of, being abandoned.

“if you really love me, stay out of my life.” sternly saying those fatal words to him, you turned back around on your heels and continued the trail to the bus station. 

a/n : i'm so sorry but i think this will be the last part, please don't hate me.