#the only race of the whole year that i really will need to bend over backwards for is the chinese gp which i think is at like 3am

[dear-ao3]

do you usually watch F1 practice sessions?

when i have time i do but i’m not right now on account of the fact that i am on a train and the internet is bad

[strxytwig]

Gojo Got Drunk

Gojo Satoru x gn!reader

Summary: You went out for your annual holiday drinks with some coworkers. This year, Gojo drank something other than soda. You weren't ready for the antics.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Gojo being drunk, slight angst

A/N: Doing a small character study with this blue eyed princess. I also haven't written in months and I'm extremely rusty af

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You found Gojo’s bobbing figure amusing, like watching one of those bendy inflatables. He sluggishly clung to whoever was nearest, face colored red from drinking and his head lolled side to side between conversation. The first victim of the night, Nanami, could only handle his drunk antics for so long before he slid out of the booth and left the white-haired sorcerer moping and making grabby hands to anyone whose name he could drunkenly sound out.

Normally, Gojo composed himself when out for drinks. He stuck to soda or a mocktail while acting the biggest fool among other drunks. How he let himself go tonight made no sense to the rest of you, nor were you that concerned. He acted no different to any other day, albeit a little clingier. Gojo was always loud.

"He's an idiot," Shoko said when you stared too long at his bobbing head. You turned your attention to her as she filled your glasses for the third round. "I doubt he even had two drinks."

"Yeah." You laughed to yourself, shifting in your booth seat. "It's kind of funny." You looked back at him when he toyed with the tiny umbrella in his drink. His mouth dropped in a pout with the overhead light reflecting off of his shades. "I don't think I've ever seen him drunk."

"Enjoy it while it lasts. He's not going to drink again after this."

You hummed. "Guess he really is a lightweight."

"Nice bracelet," Shoko said. You looked down to where she pointed at the shiny bangle on your wrist. "Where'd you get it?"

"I got it as a present from my mom." You twisted your wrist a little to show it off. "Between this or the fuzzy socks I got from her and the fountain pen from my dad, this one seemed appropriate for tonight."

"Would have loved to see you in your fuzzy socks." Shoko rested her chin in her hand.

"Yeah, I guess." You set your wrist down and shrugged. "I don't know. It feels like we're not close anymore."

"Are you going home for New Year's?"

You shook your head. "No point in trying."

She narrowed her eyes. "I get it." She sighed and took a drink from her glass. "It's a tough job with tough hours."

"Sometimes, I wonder if I should have taken my cousin's advice and worked an office job." You pouted. "Then again, that's a whole different hell."

"No rest for the wicked."

"No." You sighed and sank deeper into your chair.

An arm quickly slung around your shoulder. At the same moment, they tugged, dragging you down into someone's chest. You floundered and stabilized yourself before you could fall out of the booth. Your hands gripped the table for purchase. Your heart raced from the jolt

"Why the long face?" Gojo chastised you,bending his knees. "It's Christmas Eve. You should be happy!"

You frowned at him. "Gojo!"

"Satoru!" He cheered with a big grin.

"Why aren't you at your booth?" You attempted to look over his shoulder at the long-abandoned booth, but Gojo pulled you closer.

"I got lonely. Nobody would sit with me." He leaned closer to look at both you and Shoko. "But that's fine because I got you two lovelies."

"Count me out." Shoko slipped out of her side of the boot and grabbed her drink. "I don't need a headache this early in the night."

You watched her helplessly. "Shoko."

"Take care." She half-heartedly waved before weaving around the bar to a different group.

You tried to follow her with your eyes, hoping she'd feel the heat of your stare, but Gojo wedged himself into the seat beside you clumsily with his arm still around your shoulders. He laughed boisterously and set his drink with the tiny umbrella on the table beside yours. Every move he made only jostled you.

"What's up!"

You frowned and tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let you. "Gojo..."

"Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?" He tilted his head down, correcting it when it started to roll.

"Yes." You looked away flustered. "Many times."

"It's cute when you play hard-to-get."

The alcohol burned your cheeks. "We're dating."

"You don't act like it." He absentmindedly blew air into your face.

"That's-" You were at a loss.

He wasn't wrong. The two of you started dating four months prior, after his constant and incessant flirting. Contrary to popular belief, you were the one to ask him out. It took small deliberation on his part before he agreed to be your boyfriend, only after you swore it didn't have to be serious. He didn't like serious. You accepted that.

So, the sudden personality flip this past month embarrassed you to no end. He was touchy and affectionate like no tomorrow. You struggled to keep up with this change. It happened out of nowhere. From casual dates and hookups to him being everything he agreed not to be. You worried you'd find a heart box of chocolates on your counter tomorrow morning for Christmas.

"What, you don't like me?" He pouted and leaned closer.

"I like you," you assured, placing your hand on his chest to keep him from falling onto you. "I'm just- you're drunk and you won't remember this tomorrow. So, I don't see why we should discuss it now."

"I'll remember." He pulled away to pout more. "I'm not going to forget what you said."

"Gojo." You sighed and started over. "Satoru-"

He hummed in content and fell into you, burying his face in your neck. "Yeah?"

"Why are you so...different?"

He slumped against your shoulder. "What do you mean?"

"You weren't like this a month ago." You tried to pull away to look at him, but he wrapped his arm around your side, keeping you locked in place. "You're really touchy."

"I'm your boyfriend," he answered breezily, if a little slurred. "I want to be a good boyfriend."

Your stomach twisted into a knot. "Satoru-"

"I love you," he muttered. He buried himself into your neck more. "Is that what you want to hear?"

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You lost your breath, trying to decide if what you heard was real. It was a mistake. He mumbled and you misheard.

"What?"

He nuzzled your neck. "I love you," he said with more clarity.

"Satoru." You managed to nudge him away so you could look at him properly. You pushed his shades up to his hairline and saw his eyes for the first time that night. Red-rimmed and shiny with unshed tears. You inhaled softly. "Satoru, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I love you." He turned you to him and held you by the shoulders. "That's enough, right?"

The look in his eyes told you he wasn't all there. As if he was looking right through you. You ignored the rest of the noise from the bar and focused on Satoru. Even if he weren't drunk, you would be worried. 

"Yes. Of course, that's enough." You nodded your head.

"You don't have to love me back," he said, pulling you into a hug as he buried his head in your shoulder. "It's okay. Don't leave."

"I won't." You returned the hug. Was this moving too fast? Were you ready for the next step in your relationship? Would he feel the same way in the morning? Would you? It didn’t matter."And I love you too."

He laughed breathlessly into your shirt. "Can I kiss you?"

"You don't have to ask."

He pulled away slightly to bring his mouth to yours. It was slow and hesitant, the way he hovered. In the long second he hesitated, you wondered what would come of this. He stared into your eyes for a long moment before he closed his eyes and relinquished himself to the kiss. You reciprocated with ease, relaxing your body and melting into him.

When he broke the kiss, he buried his face in your shoulder again. "I love you, Suguru."

Your heart stopped beating.

Satoru nuzzled you closer. "Don't leave this time."

You swallowed dryly.

He slumped against you. "I love you."

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[jjunieworld]

── cat-dog! ‧⁺◟🐈 `╌ ៹

pairing: yang jungwon x gn!reader

genre: fluff, strangers to ???, dog walker!reader, slice of life, college au (though not in college), jungwon has a cat

synopsis: you’re a broke college student taking up dog walking to mainly to scrounge up some extra cash. out on one of your walks, a guy runs up to you and asks if you happen to also walk cats. of course you say yes, you need the money, but you didn’t except to end up losing his said cat.

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author's note: i mainly wrote this so i could get my motivation back with writing lmao… this writer’s block is really killing me. i don’t know what to do about it :(( and yes, i did add some of the other member’s dogs in here lmaoo but i hope you all enjoy!! ♡

being a dog walker for mainly rich and snobby upper class people wasn’t how you expected to spend your free time, but it paid well. and you desperately needed the money. being a college student didn’t pay well—it didn’t pay at all actually.

you were in the middle of wrangling the group of dogs currently dragging you down the street when one of them suddenly jerked, making you accidentally drop it’s leash. “layla, come back!” you shouted in distress. the fluffy dog took off running towards an unfamiliar guy at full speed.

jogging over to the guy just as layla jumped up on him, shocking the guy into laughter, you continued shouting for her. “i’m so sorry!” you stammered—a little out of breath. the guy gave you a big smile as he handed you the leash. “oh, it’s okay. don’t worry about it!” he said softly, bending down to pet the happy dog. the other dogs surrounding you sniffed at his legs and whacked you with their tails.

you apologized again before continuing on your walk down the street with the dogs. after taking a couple steps, you heard, “hey, wait!” turning in question, the guy ran up to you and made his wait through the crowd of dogs.

“do you by chance walk cats?” the guy asked.

“walk cats?” you asked in pure confusion. the guy nodded a little, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. “i know it’s a bit of an odd request, but i heard that taking cats on walks are good for them!” he ran a hand through this hair a bit nervously, which you found endearing. you shrugged a little, a small smile coming to your face. you do need the money.

“you know what? yeah. i do walk cats,” you replied. how hard could it be? it was just a cat. if anything, you’d probably be carrying it the entire time—which you didn’t really mind.

the two of you started talking about your rates and settled for you walking his cat this weekend. “i’m jungwon,” the guy said as he held his hand out to you. you took it, giving it a firm shake with a smile. “y/n,” you said back.

it turns out walking a cat was actually very hard. in fact, you were so bad at it that you debated on this whole dog walking thing to begin with.

the beginning of the walk actually wasn’t bad. jungwon’s cat, a brown cat named bear, was in the front leading the pack. he was closely followed by layla and gaeul. it wasn’t that big of a cat, maybe only a year old.

a squirrel had ran in front of him and the cat suddenly got free of it’s leash and took off towards some bushes near a house. you sighed deeply as you called the cat’s name and took off after it, mainly being dragged by the dogs thinking you’re having a race. it was unbelievable that you’ve managed to take a cat on a walk and even more unbelievable that you lost the said cat.

your heart raced as you pushed branches around looking for bear only to come up empty. what were you going to tell jungwon, that you lost his cat because it went after a squirrel on a walk with mostly dogs? even you wouldn’t believe yourself if you heard that come out your mouth.

you had looked for a good twenty minutes and still couldn’t find the brown cat. you took in another deep breath as you pulled out your phone to call jungwon to break the bad news. after a few rings, you heard his voice over the phone.

“hi jungwon, it’s y/n! i- uh-… i have some bad news. i kinda lost your cat?” you formed as a question. jungwon repeated your words, “you kinda lost my cat?” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you and explained the whole squirrel incident. jungwon’s laugh filled your ears and you smiled slightly. “where are you? i’ll help you find him.”

the two of you alternated between looking for his cat and looking after the dogs you were supposed to be walking. it took you both an hour to find him. bear kept jumping from bush to bush and having you run around the whole neighborhood looking for him.

you breathed a sigh of relief when jungwon came up from the bush with the brown cat in his arms. the cat immediately snuggled up to him and closed its eyes. “looks like someone had a rough day of hiding from us,” jungwon laughed as he pet bear, walking towards your direction.

“i’m really sorry for all of this jungwon,” you apologized again. this was all so embarrassing. you’ve been apologizing to jungwon since you met him. jungwon grinned at you, “you can make it up to me by letting me take you out for lunch.” heat rose to your cheeks as a shy smile spread across your face. you nodded, “it’s a date!”

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[some-pers0n]

Hey guys I rewrote that Battlewinner death scene lol. This time I decided to make Mastermind a weeee bit of a silly guy as well as make her death a bit..y'know.. No real TW or anything other than death and Bad Parenting

The ground quivered beneath Starflight's talons as he raced down the corridors, Glory, Princess Greatness, and Fatespeaker in tow. He had been in a cave his whole life, but never had one felt as alive as right now. The rocks felt hot to the touch. The walls rumbled. The distant sound of lava moving was all he could hear.  It was as though a slumbering beast was being pulled from its sleep, waking to the sight of a colony of ants nestled into it. It wants them out.

"Question," he began, "how long until the volcano erupts?"

"Erupts?" Greatness echoed. "Not for another two years. Mastermind took some calculations and predicted that the next one would be soon, but not right now. What you're feeling is just...abnormal activity. The volcano does that."

"Really? I've lived here my whole life and I've never felt something this strong," Fatespeaker said.

"We'll worry about whatever the volcano is doing later," Glory snapped. "Right now, we have a mad queen to talk to."

"I- I don't get it." Starflight slowed his pace. "Don't you have oracles? Prophets? Why did Mastermind have to guess? Wouldn't a future be more accurate? Not to doubt my father's research but..." His words trailed off. "Why? What's going on?"

Greatness turned away, staring straight ahead. "We're almost there. I can hear Mastermind."

Starflight's ears perked up. Amongst the bellows of the volcano, he could make out the faint mumblings of a scientist. They turned the sharp bend and entered into the queen's chamber.

It was a large, spacious cave, with a lake of lava in the center. Stalactites hung from the tall ceiling, embedded with a rich, deep shade of red. A deck of metal and steel was built, leaving way for Mastermind to stand upon.

But that wasn't what caught Starflight's attention the most. A cauldron of iron stood above them, with Battlewinner poking her head out of the top. Lava dripped off her as she stared them down. Next to her was Mastermind, absent-mindedly babbling and talking to her. The armour rack that he saw in his lab was with him, with all but the headpiece missing.

"– which, need I remind you, makes this completely safe. You can sort of walk, but ultimately your presence is more about your imposing lava-filled...armour– where are you looking– OH!" His eyes followed her gaze, widening as she saw the group. "Ah, hello! Starflight, my beloved protégé! I'm pleased to see that you've come to your senses and decided to turn over this band of revolutionaries. Shame to see it happen, really."

"No, dad, uhh–"

"Fools..." Battlewinner hissed. "All of you..."

"Mh-hm." Mastermind nodded his head.

"You too, scientist... If only your pride did not blind you to the truth..."

"Blind me?!" he snapped back. "Pardon me? I may be hard of sight, but I assure you that I am no fool, right Starflight? Utter brilliant genius. Oh, I'll be so proud to see you grow up. Perhaps you'll too come around to understanding your father's achievements."

Starflight winced. It was hard to hear a dragon talk like that.

"Your son is not here to help you, Mastermind," Battlewinner snarled. "He is here to stop us. All of them... They--" Ice frothed up in her throat, cutting off the words. The shards of frost melted as she took a mouthful of lava.

"What? No! Starflight would never betray us. He is a NightWing. He serves his queen, right?"

Starflight glanced at his talons. He couldn't dare to look him in the eye.

"Mother–" Greatness began, but was cut off by a sharp growl.

"Queen Battlewinner."

"– Queen Battlewinner," she continued, "I'm sorry but we must call off the attack. The RainWings are too powerful and our tribe is too weak to take them on. We cannot afford to lose any more of–"

"We will not surrender to these dragons." Battlewinner's voice boomed. Smoke coiled from her nostrils. The light of the frost in her mouth reflected in her eyes. "We are NightWings. We do not bow to any other dragon..."

Glory clicked her tongue. "Well, that's annoying. I was hoping we wouldn't have to do this the harder way." She walked forward. "Battlewinner, I come to propose an offer: you call off your invasion and, in return, I set up trading between the NightWings and RainWings. Your dragons are starving, diseased, and dying. You should be ashamed of how you've let them rot like this. I am only offering you this as I cannot let dragonets die, even after all you've done to my tribe."

She kept going. "You will also step out of this war. I am aware of how you and Mastermind have been trying to tip the scales. Leave my troop, the Dragonets of Destiny, alone. You will also step down as ruler. I see you as personally unfit to rule. You are a tyrant. You allow your dragons to suffer. Greatness is..." Glory squinted at her. "Marginally better."

"Thank you." Greatness dipped her head to her.

"If you do not comply, I will destroy the tunnels. I will not hesitate to kill any NightWing that dares enter my kingdom. I already plan on informing the other queens of your conspiracies. If you want your tribe to ever lay a claw on Pyrrhia again, take my offer. Relinquish control. Perhaps, in some years' time, you can find your way off of this island and rejoin the continent."

Silence. The rumbling of the volcano was all that remained. The caverns shook as the white noise surrounding them grew in intensity. Battlewinner's gaze remained fixated on Queen Glory. They both remained locked in this silent war.

"Bold words for a RainWing dragonet..." she said, amused. "Step aside before I drag you into the lava myself."

"No." Glory repeated. "You will comply with this offer or let your tribe die."

"You can't be serious," Mastermind spoke, half laughing. "You're just making a joke. You cannot expect something like that to work out. You? You're a dragonet! You're overly emotional. Not thinking things logically."

"Overly emotional?!" Glory snapped. "You're the ones who have been kidnapping the RainWings! Innocent dragons who were holed up in your dungeon!" Red splotches faintly appeared along her neck and frill. "If I had my way, you would be dead as you stand."

He snorted. "Ha! You truly don't understand science. Ethics and morality are mere roadblocks. Others of a more intellectual nature would understand." He shot Starflight a look. "Besides, we need the rainforest more than anyone else. As you said, it is a lush and thriving environment. What has your tribe done with it? From what I've seen, nothing! It's asinine to watch you flaunt your fruit and your peaceful lives while the NightWings have suffered for two thousand years!"

"So? Why should you have it? All you've done is lie and hurt my tribe, you murderous snake!" She spat. "We lived there! We have lived there for thousands of years! You do not deserve to wipe us out just because you feel it's necessary."

He adjusted his spectacles. "Starflight, son, you can't honestly expect this to work. You're reasonable. Come now, try and tell this RainWing some common sense. Do you honestly believe that the NightWings would accept it?"

"No, I don't." He shook his head. "Battlewinner would never agree to that."

"Precisely!" Mastermind beamed.

"So..." Starflight tapped his talons anxiously. "We can compromise? Maybe?"

"WHAT!?" Mastermind and Glory called out in unison.

"I know, I know!" He winced, waving his talons to try and calm them. "I was thinking that, because the Rainforest Kingdom has plenty of space and the NightWings are so few in numbers, we could donate a sizable amount of land to them. Have them build their own village." He turned to Battlewinner. "But, only if they accept Queen Glory as their ruler."

"Starflight, that is the worst idea I've ever heard from you--" Glory began, but was interrupted by the animalistic roar from behind.

"NO!" Queen Battlewinner screeched. She jerked around in her cauldron, spilling lava. "Never! Only I rule the NightWings!"

"Please, listen!" Starflight called out, matching her voice. "The NightWings cannot survive here anymore. Even if we set up trades, they cannot live. If we allow them to exist peacefully in the Rainforest Kingdom, we can leave the volcano behind. No more disease. No more hunger. Nothing."

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea," Princess Greatness said.

"You are a terrible heir..." Battlewinner hissed.

She paused. "I know. I never was a good queen. Queen Glory is more fit to rule than you and I both."

"Sure, yeah, but really? You want me to rule over two tribes?" Glory shook her head. "I can't do that, especially not with the tribe that has been torturing my own dragons." She glared at Mastermind.

"I think it's a bit much to call it torture," he interjected. "I only tested on them for years. Some died, sure, but they were just the weaker ones." He shrugged. "Should've been better."

"I hope that, even if you survive, your body is feasted upon by snakes and ants."

"Anywho," Mastermind continued, ignoring her threat, "I still fail to see what would happen to our queen. She has her armour."

"She won't make it," Greatness said. "She knows this. Your armour is nothing more than to prolong her life in time to see the trees. She will die either way."

He scoffed. "Preposterous! My design is flawless!"

She squinted. "I'm not too sure about that..." She shook her head. "She knows she'll die here. Buried under the rubble. It is the only option."

Battlewinner raised her claws, slamming down on the edge of the cauldron. "You will NOT speak for me!" she screeched. "It is MY kingdom! I will not allow for this!" And with that, she began to lift herself out of the vat.

"Mother, no! Please!" Greatness called out.

"Your majesty, control yourself! Your armour is not fully prepared."

Battlewinner did not listen. Her body slipped over the edge, spewing lava in all directions. Starflight jumped back as a large chunk almost hit him directly. He looked on, seeing Battlewinner's full body for the first time.

As the magma dripped off, it revealed her heavily scarred and discoloured body. Her scales were charcoal black, with burn and scratch marks dotted everywhere. Her wings were damaged, with the membrane showing a hint of blue. She was massive, but couldn't hold her own weight. The armour on her held the lava briefly, but it spilled out the instant she collapsed onto the ground.

She dug her claws into the ground, dragging herself towards Glory. Wordless threats spewed her way, little more than menacing grumbles. Yet, as she did so, she began to slow.

Then, the frost appeared.

Starting from her chest, a vibrant pale light emitted. It was inside her, in her veins. Ice formed, rapidly covering her body. Starflight heard her scales snapping and breaking as the ice pushed their way out. He could only watch in horror as her movements slowed.

Her eyes were wide, a mixture of malice, hysteria, and an utter refusal to die. A futile effort. The ice travelled up her next, encasing her entirely in it. In her final moments, she looked to Princess Greatness. Her expression was incomprehensible to Starflight, but to Greatness...

He turned to her. There was a sadness in her that he could feel even from there. Her breath was heavy and staggered. Her eyes were blinking, just barely holding back tears.

"Queen Battlewinner!" Mastermind lunged to her side. "No, no, no! You can't be! It was all perfect! Everything about my armour should've protected you! How could this be!? My calculations were perfect." His talons grazed the frost formations. "...it is fascinating to see the effects of the frostbreath in action, however. Mesmerizing."

As his eyes glazed over her, he caught a glimpse of the dragonets. "Oh, yes, you!" His snout scrunched. "In my scientific opinion, that was a STUPID IDEA!! Idiots! All of you! You've doomed our tribe!" He stood, glaring at Starflight. "I'm ashamed to see you do this, son."

A lump formed in his throat. Rejection from the dragon who understood him the most.

And, yet...he didn't care.

"So?" The word leaped from his mouth.

Mastermind blinked, squinting in disbelief. "So?" he barked back.

"So what? You're a terrible dragon! You tested on the RainWings! You never even cared about me! You just wanted to see a successor who would listen to you ramble." Built-up emotions spilled out of him all at once. "I'm ashamed for you to be my father!"

Mastermind opened his mouth, perhaps to make a snarky comeback, but a loud crack! interrupted them. It shook the whole cave. The lava boiled with more intensity. Starflight's stomach was tied into knots as the realization dawned on him.

The volcano was erupting. If they did not leave now, they would be reduced to nothing more than charred corpses buried under rubble.

[youremyheaven]

Omg I saw your moon dominance post and I have to share something 😭

I have a friend whom I went to the same school as, we still talk sometimes but not as much.

She has always been quite a charismatic person, and is a relatively small built, conventionally attractive blonde white girl. Needless to say she is considered quite “soft and feminine” - I only mention race because racism would naturally prevent her being perceived that way.

I like her, she’s very diplomatic and intelligent but MY GOD the manipulative tendencies she had growing up😭😭😭

It’s been a couple years since I was regularly in close proximity to her so I can’t remember that many examples of her lying (also because it was a such a common occurance), however I remember it getting to the point where she herself would awkwardly joke about it.

What I *do* however remember quite distinctly the way she’d occasionally have these “tantrums” after I gave her any mild criticism.

For example, one time we were all having lunch together as a group and she made a mean spirited comment on someone else who was nearby. I pointed out that is was a pretty mean thing to say, not in a particularly accusatory tone, and she quite literally started shouting at me saying “WELL THATS QUITE BIG OF YOU TO SAY BC YOU TOLD ME [insert minor joke about manipulative Snapchat fboys that therefore was nothing to do with her] AND IT REALLY UPSET ME [insert sob story about having a disabled brother] etc etc”

She also had a similar public outrage at me after I asked her if she brought her present in for the Secret Santa, and she responded by kicking me in the shins and going on a tangent about how her life is really stressful and how I only worry about “school and sleep” 💀

However the interesting part that I vaguely covered at the beginning is that she had mastered the whole sweet innocent teenage facade. She had people, primarily older men in authority, entirely wrapped around her finger. She developed this oddly close relationship relationship with one of our teachers, which never got inappropriate, but he would direct like 80% of his energy to helping her over other students (who were equally if not more needing of help). Similarly her therapist literally UNRETIRED to help her personally 😭 I can think of so many examples of authority figures literally bending over backwards to be of service to her.

(She also attracted a kind of unreal level of male attention that was way above the average)

To finally conclude:

She is a hasta sun, moon and ketu with PBP ascendant. Her birthtime isn’t exact but I feel as though PBP is more likely than UBP.

There was also an incident of her sleeping with a teacher in his 20s when she was 17 😬 obviously it’s on him, but it’s interesting to consider that she has Jupiter in the 9H in Chitra (mars) - aswell as a mercury chitra which sits in her 4 planet 8H stellium.

Sorry for this extremely lengthy ask😭 it’s more of an info dump than an ask but I hope it served as an interesting example of moon dominance (+ a little bit of mars influence) in women

bestie never apologise for spilling tea 😂i love reading what ya'll have to say, otherwise i feel like im talking to a wall. and i feel you about this moon bestie of yours, im glad you're out of that toxic friendship!!

a few years ago i had a toxic moon dominant bestie who like you said lied so much and manipulated things so much, its hard for me to even make a list of the shit she did lol, yk how a lot of poc parents will whip their kids or yell at them or something and afterwards act extra nice bc they feel guilty?? I've noticed that Moon dominant people are like that to some extent. my "friend" would say the nastiest most vile derogatory things about me TO ME and then when i responded with radio silence she'd be all 🥺🥺im so worried about you, have you eaten? have you done all the assignments?? here's mine, you can refer to it🥺🥺,, like i was always sooo confused by her but then i started seeing thru her bullshit, how she's only being nice cause she feels guilty lol,, she had a tendency to criticize other people A LOT like your friend and honestly its tiring to listen to that shit, so i think i started saying nice things in return like "oh but xyz is so sweet, she's always so thoughtful" and then she'd say some shit "its so crazy you'd say that because i felt like xyz and abc always hated you" like classic manipulation lmao, like she hates those ppl and if i say one nice thing about them, then she'll try to convince me that those people hate me so that i can be on her side in bitching about them lmfao.

Moon dominant people are soooo insecure its sad,, they feel the need to be so rude and nasty af to others to mask their own insecurities. Obviously I'm only talking about unhealthy Moon influence, im sure there are nice ppl out there as well.

u guys pls feel free to dump any gossip/tea u have in my inbox, i love reading this stuff!!

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New Rule: A Woke Revolution | Real Time with Bill Maher

And finally. New Rule: If you're part of today's Woke Revolution, you need to study the part of revolutions where they spin out of control because the revolutionaries get so drunk on their own purifying elixir, they imagine they can reinvent the very nature of human beings.

Communists thought selfishness - selfishness - could be cast out of human nature. Russian revolutionaries spoke of the New Soviet Man who wasn't motivated by self-interest, but instead wanted to be part of a collective. No, turns out he wanted to be on a yacht in a Gucci tracksuit holding a vodka and a prostitute. Not standing in line all day for a potato.

The problem with Communism, and with some very recent ideologies here at home, is that they think you can change reality by screaming at it. That you can bend human nature by holding your breath. But that's the difference between reality and your mommy.

Lincoln once said that you can "repeal all past history, but you still cannot repeal human nature." But he's canceled now, so fuck him.

Yesterday I asked ChatGPT, are there any similarities between today's Woke Revolution and Chairman Mao's cultural revolution of the 1960s, and it wrote back, how long do you have?

Because again, in China, we saw how a revolutionary thought he could do a page one rewrite of humans. Mao ordered his citizens to throw off "the four olds": old thinking, old culture, old customs, and old habits. So um, your whole life went in the garbage overnight, no biggie.

And those who resisted were attacked by an army of purifiers called the "Red Guard" who went around the country putting dunce caps on people - yeah - who didn't take to being a new kind of mortal being. A lot of pointing and shaming went on. Oh, and about a million dead. And the only way to survive was to plead insanity for the crime of being insufficiently radical, then apologize and thank the state for the chance to see what a piece of shit you are. And of course, submit to re-education. Or, as we call it here in America, freshman orientation.

Listen to this story. There's a law professor at the University of Illinois Chicago named Jason Kilbourne whose crime was that on one of his exams, he used a hypothetical case where a black female worker sued her employer for race and gender discrimination, alleging that managers had called her two slur words. The type of real world case these students might one day confront, and knowing the extreme sensitivity of today's students, he didn't write the two taboo words on the test, just the first letter of each. He was teaching his students how to fight racism in the place where it matters most, the criminal justice system.

But because he merely alluded to those words - again in the service of a good cause - he was banned from campus, placed on indefinite leave, and made to wear the dunce cap. No, not really the dunce cap part. But our American version of that: eight weeks of sensitivity training. Weekly 90-minute sessions with a diversity trainer, and having to write five "self-reflection" papers. A grown ass man. A liberal law professor.

If you can't see the similarities between that and this, the person who needs re-education is you.

Yes, we do have our own Red Guard here but they do their rampaging on Twitter.

Here's a cute example from a couple of years ago. The banjo player from Mumford and Sons tweeted that he liked a book. A book that apparently had not been approved by the revolution. So of course, he had to delete the Tweet then take time away from the band - oh my God you mean this could have affected Mumford and Sons - and then the cringing apology: "I have come to better understand the pain caused by the book I endorsed." Pain? From a book? Unless he hit the drummer over the head with it? What happened to “I can read whatever the fuck I want”? Don't worry, I'm a musician, it won't happen again.

There was once a very different musician named John Lennon who wrote a song called "Revolution," and people who didn't really listen to it thought it was a rah-rah call for revolution. No, it was the opposite. The lyrics are:

“You say you want a revolution. Well, you know, we all want to change the world. But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao You ain't gonna make it with anybody anyhow."

There's a guy who understood how good intentions can turn into the insane arrogance of thinking your Revolution is so awesome, and your generation is so mind-bendingly improved that you have bequeathed the world with a new kind of human. You're welcome.

With Communists, that human was no longer selfish. In America today, that human is no longer born male or female. And obesity is not something that affects health. You can be healthy at any size. Really, we voted on it.

A formerly serious magazine last year published with a straight face, an article called "Separating Sports by Sex Doesn't Make Sense." Yes it does. Because again, we haven't reinvented homo sapiens since Crystal Pepsi came out.

I've spent three decades on TV mocking Republicans who said climate change was just a theory, and now I got to deal with people who say, you know what else is just a theory? Biology.

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The mistake is thinking this isn’t by design.

[soridwritierlovesculture]

CONTENTS- one shot, younger sister x older brothers best friend (both over 18yrs of age), smut, swearing\vulgar language, mentions of SA, mentions of alcohol

Anora stumbled as Alex pulled her into the bathroom and closed the door. He gripped her by the hair and pulled her over to the toilet, and when he shoved his fingers into her mouth Anora bit down, hard, glaring at him as he hissed and tightened his grip.

“You need to puke, now.”

“Wuck ooh a-ol!”

“You’re usually smarter than this, since when do you just let someone get your drinks? That dipshit you were talking to and the guy he was with? Last time he was around here, some girls were found beat up in a motel the next day, and one of them was seen leaving a planned parenthood a month later. No reports that anyone knows of, but you can put two and two together.”

Anora froze, then snarled as he pushed his fingers deeper before choking and bending over the toilet as what little she’d eaten came up. Alex still had his grip on her hair, and when she was done he pulled her up and turned her to the sink, finally letting go when she turned on the water. Rinsing her mouth out, Anora glared at him through the mirror before turning to slap him, hard, her wet hand leaving a red print around his beard almost immediately, and he met her eyes with a glare of his own.

“You’re a pain the ass you know that?”

“Then leave me the fuck already!”

“I would if you’d use the brain we both you have and quit making my life difficult.”

“I’m not the one who’s so emotionally stunted he turns into a caveman when his best and only friend goes away.”

“No, you’re just the liar who’d rather pretend that everything is going exactly as planned than face the reality of the consequences your actions have.”

“Yes I’m a liar fine, but you haven’t exactly been a saint yourself Alex. Does Ashley know you’ve been watching your besties little sister less than subtly rather than doing your part for the wedding, because as your fiance that’s certainly something she should know.”

“Ashley and I called off the engagement months ago,” Alex said, stepping into her as she backed into the sink, “and that doesn’t absolve you of all the silly shit you’ve been doing. You lied to Dick about work, you lied to your mom and friends about your piece of shit ex, you lied to ex about me, and you’ve lied to me about everything. I had to find out from Rachel fucking Furman about tonight, and that’s only because she still wants to fuck me to fuck with you.”

“Go and fuck her then. You couldn’t keep up with me anyway, so go fuck her or Ashley or whoever else you want, and let me live.”

“Can’t fuck who I want. She’s my best friends baby sister and I can’t stand liars.”

Anora blinked at him, then scoffed and pushed him back, leaving the bathroom to go to her room. Alex followed her, closing the door behind him, and Anora took of her heels as she smirked at him.

“So let me get this straight. Since Dick left, when you insulated me, insulted my friends, badgered me about Ethan and that whole situation, came to my job and nearly got me fired, followed me to and from my classes and work, fucked your fiance… sorry ex fiance apparently, in front of me and then berated me for it, and then just now dragged me away from a stress relieving activity to then force your fingers down my throat, all of that was because you wanted to fuck me? Are you stupid? You realize the whole ‘ he bullies you because he likes you’ thing is both juvenile and toxic yes?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Isn’t it? When did this even happen, we’ve known each other for years and all of a sudden you’re interested? What, do you have some forbidden fruit kink or something?”

“You really think this is happening just because you’re Dicks sister? Besides, we both know you’ve been watching me as much as I’ve been watching you, maybe just as long.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about you,” Anora said, but her heart was racing. He knew? All this time, he knew about her stupid crush and did nothing? That made this even more ridiculous. Alex strode over to her and held her waist, pulling her into him, and Anora glared up at him as he smirked down at her.

“You’re still lying.”

“And you’re still an asshole. Let go of me.”

“Not a chance. I want you to admit what you did tonight was stupid and reckless.”

“Fuck you. I’m not sleeping with you just because you’re bored and horny and I’m the only person around. That’s the only reason you really want to fuck me right?”

“Not even close.”

“Now who’s lying?”

“Only you.”

“Tell you what. Let’s both tell one truth, and then you get the hell out of my room.”

“You couldn’t keep up with me.”

“Try me.”

Alex pushed her back then, and Anora gritted her teeth as he went over her and pressed his leg between hers, her skirt coming up as he ground his knee against her pussy. Pulling her hands above her head , Alex then held both in one hand while he pressed down on her stomach with the other, and when she bit her lip to keep the sound building in her throat down, he smirked down at her before leaning to whisper into her ear.

“I have this fantasy where after I fuck you six ways to Sunday and back, I wake up with my cock still buried inside you. I’ll watch you wonder why you feel so warm, and when you move your hips to milk me dry, I pin you down and kiss that pretty neck of yours when you realize you’ve been caught and lie again, saying ‘I’m not into this’ or ‘it means nothing’. I’ll say, ‘look at my pretty girl, stuffed with cum and still so hungry,’ and your filthy fucking mouth will open up for me when I put my fingers down your throat again, just for fun. I’ll get to push deeper into you and listen to every sound that limp dick Ethan could never fuck out of you, and when you come I’ll say, ‘there’s my naughty little liar’, and you’ll lie again. You’ll say you’re not mine or that he did it better, but I’ll know. I know every time you lie because you bite that lip and tap your fingers when you do, and I’ll be so deep inside you I’ll feel your heartbeat through your pussy and fuck you again, and again, and again. I’ll fuck the lies right out of that mouth, and you’ll never tell me another one because you’ll be too busy gulping around my dick when I empty it in this pretty throat of yours. And the reason all that’s gonna stay a fantasy, the real honest to God truth why I don’t rip off this skirt and finally taste you, is because even though I want you so much I lose my mind a little more every day, your brothers my best friend, my family, and I’d rather have only one of you in my life than lose both of you.”

Alex let go of her then, his body tense and breath heavy, and Anora swallowed as she shook from the sudden loss of heat. She could see the hard on through his jeans, and she watched as he flexed his hands before balling them into fists at his sides, his eyes on her tits as she fought to steady her breath. The whole time he’d spoke, she could swore she could feel every moment. She could feel his warm, his touch, how heavy he’d be on her body, how hard he would move inside her, how his hands would move across her burning skin, how his breath would feel on her body.

“Well,” Alex said, his voice tight as he glared down at her, “your turn Terror. Tell me one truth, the whole truth, and I’ll walk out of here right now.”

“…I want you to. I’ve wanted you to do that and more for years, and I hate it. I hate that I want you. I hate where you stand in my life. I hate you for always being there and knowing it means nothing. I decided to move on, but you always being around makes it hard. So I bury it. I bury it with work and sex and lies, and I’ve made myself get used to not having you, because I know you never could be mine. I know I’m a liar, and I’ll lie every day to keep the truth buried so deep I forget it’s even there. I want you, but I also hate you. And I think that little fantasy of yours would be the best and worst thing to happen to us.”

They looked at each other in silence for what felt like forever, and then Alex took a deep breath, and walked away, leaving Anora alone in the darkness of her room.

[unclevladscorner]

Letting Go of The Boy Who Lived: Moving on from Harry Potter and Why I wish everyone else would, too.

This is going to be a little bit of a long post. We all know JKR has said- and still says- some pretty horrible things about trans people. While I think that's a good enough reason to no interact with her or her work, that's not my main focus here.

If you don't read this whole thing; and haven't read a Harry Potter book or watched a movie, I'd say don't start. There's better out there. The Magicians goes harder, but has similar themes. There's also A Series of Unfortunate Events and the Percy Jackson books, if your looking for a longer YA series from around the same era.

I discovered Harry Potter at a time of big changes in life. It was the end of my senior year of high school, I'd broken up with an abusive boyfriend and I had nowhere to go on my lunch break anymore.

It was also 2002, and only 8 months after 9/11. The world was changing rapidly around me-literally and figuratively- and I needed a little escape. Before I even graduated, I had read the first three books and I was desperate to read the fourth.

There was a lot to like, at first. As a child who grew up in an abusive and neglectful household, I related to Harry's struggles a lot. The desire to just be a normal kid was something he valued much more than anything else, and being a kid who went to a wizard school was just a fun bonus for him. Harry was just a normal kid besides- he is able to come out of his shell and; for the first time in his life, he is able to enjoy his time at school as he is not really considered strange... except for the fact that he's the Boy Who Lived.

As the books go on, the world were given a peek into begins to lose it's shine. There's chattel slavery of humanoid races pretty early with the house elves, then there's the extremist Pure Blood wizards- many of which follow Voldemort- who'd intimidate, harm and kill children to keep them from receiving and education and mixing with the general wizard population.

As Voldemort is resurrected, things become difficult for our heroes, and fascist wizards take over the Ministry of Magic. Other wizards seems oddly content to either live like nothing is happening, or hide until their Chosen One saves them. Adults become unreliable to a fault; and with herculean effort, Harry and the gang finally defeat the evil Voldemort.

But then... nothing really happens. The world goes right back to the way it was- none of our heroes seem to seek any more justice or reform for any of those they saw hurt or abused once their journey is concluded. Everyone falls into their respective places within society and never seem to question the status quo again.

This course of events says two things to me- That JKR believes Social Justice to be a 'young person thing', and that she probably believes that grassroots efforts cannot effect lasting systemic change.

So, what else is there to do except to get on with it?

There's also the pervasive nihilism that grows stronger as the series goes on. Former allies fall in line with the ruling party; begrudgingly or otherwise, abandoning the young people to their fate. Many witches and wizards won't pick a side, and either pretend nothing is happening or go into hiding. There are only a handful of people willing to fight and many of these rebels are brutally killed or imprisoned.

Defeating Voldemort also does not change the structure of wizard society. It does not change that sentient magical humanoids and those born to magical families without powers are forced into a subclass by the rest of magic wielding society. It doesn't seem to change the fact that there are wizards who believe they should control the whole world, and not just the fates and lives of those within the wizarding community.

As I've gotten older and queerer; and JKR has gotten richer and louder, it's made a body of work riddled with covert and overt racism, homophobia, and weirdly pro-slavery bend harder and harder to like.

At the end of the day, there is just no good reason to invest my money in something that inevitably tells kids and young adults to fall in line after their done protesting and questioning authority.

All done with your fun little Social Justice Adventure? Time to be a Real Adult and stop asking questions!

As a queer and transgender person- literal heroes of my time died fighting intentional misinformation, and purposeful governmental mismanagement of the AIDS pandemic (Big Shout out to Ronald Reagan! The Real Villain of our timeline.) They marched while sick, made art, held 'die ins' in churches and government buildings, sued the government, gathered and distributed reliable information on how to combat AIDS through safer sex and safer drug use practices.

There are too many to list here. Many names no one outside the community has even heard. Many more we don't even know. A made up little boy in a book just isn't as important to me as those often nameless people- people who literally fought and died so that I could be The (Trans)Boy Who Lived.

I will not disrespect the memories of those who came before me by putting money in the pocket of someone who actively hates both them and myself. I will not spend any more time thinking about her or the sad little world she's created.

I'm asking you to do the same.

[theghostofashton]

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thank you for the tags @chaotictarlos and @reyesstrand <3

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words. (only doing LS fics for this)

most hits: you saw the truth in me

TK Strand. He’s been asked to train TK Strand. He almost didn’t believe it, when he opened his inbox on Monday morning. He had to read Nancy Gillian’s email three times before it started to sink in. TK Strand is making his return to acting after five years, and he’s been asked to train him for the role. Anyone who doesn’t know TK Strand is living under a rock. His story will go down in pop culture history as one of the biggest falls from grace this industry has seen in years. Hollywood’s golden boy, years of good press and praise heaped onto him for his talent, his charisma, his massive heart, all thrown away after a failed engagement and drug-fueled bender broke headlines. Or, Carlos is a celebrity personal trainer, and lapsed actor TK Strand is his new client.

second most kudos: the hiding out is done

TK reaches for one of his hands and presses two fingers to the base of his wrist. “Your pulse is racing, baby. What’s going on?” “It’s-” He cuts himself off, searching for the words but coming up dry. How is he supposed to tell TK he just dreamt about his own death? How is he supposed to break his heart like that? Or, the nightmares haven't let up and Carlos is at his limit.

third most comments: support beams bend and break

It doesn’t feel fair. It doesn’t feel fair that he has to go through all this just because some guy decided to play a stupid prank. Because he cared about his job, cared about finding that woman and baby that were being abused. He doesn’t think it’s fair that everything hurts this much when he just wanted to do the right thing. He just wanted to help that woman, to make sure she and her child were safe. Only she and her child never existed, and he fell right into their trap. He’s so mad he’s seeing red. And he knows he shouldn’t be. He knows the anger is useless. He knows it won’t do anything for him. He knows he just needs to get past this, just put it behind him, but he can’t. He can’t move on. He doesn’t know how. He doesn’t know how to not feel this. or, a missing scene from 3x11

fourth most bookmarks: now and forever

“I know,” he says. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.” “You found a man that loves you,” she says. “You have so much love to give, Carlitos, and you’ve found someone who loves you just as much. That’s not luck, that’s the journey. Learning and loving and letting life bring you everything it has to offer.” The journey. Their journey, which has been full of twists and turns, ups and downs, life throwing just about everything at them. Their journey, which has been so hard at times but so rewarding, at others, so full to the brim with joy and laughter and warmth that it feels like a dream. He’s never been able to wake up from it, and he never wants to. or, the dinner (and more)

fifth most words: until we laugh again (technically the hiding out is done but in the interest of not repeating too much)

He keeps playing the phone call over in his head. Paul handing him the phone, his dad listing off Kendra’s symptoms, the panic that shocked his whole body when Owen said he was starting rescue breaths. He should’ve expected it. He knows his dad well enough to know that if there’s something he can do to save someone, he will. No matter what. Even if it could mean losing his own life in the process. TK shudders, squeezing his eyes shut. He doesn’t want to think about that. He really, really doesn’t want to think about that. or, the aftermath of a second failed game night.

least words: support beams bend and break

i'll tag @sanjuwrites @carlos-in-glasses @bonheur-cafe @lightningboltreader @paperstorm and leave an open tag for anyone else that wants to join!

[my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife]

One more drink XII. -Pierre Gasly series

Hello everyone! :)

I'm back, I have partied myself out.

After you turn 20 years old I think it's getting harder to stay up longer especially parties, you need more time to recover. But after 25..... and you dance the whole night from 10pm till 3am...😂😂 You feel like you are dying, everything hurts. But it was worth it totally.☺☺

Thank you guys for all the likes and reblogs, and for your patience. Hope you will like this one too.

Love you ♥

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

warning: swearing, language, mention of depression, alcohol usage, smut

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~ Budapest, Hungary ~

After the race I have left Italy the next day due to that Roxy's wedding will be on friday, and as one of the bridesmaid I have had a lot of things to do till that day.

Just the usual things like getting nails done, going to the hairdresser for a touch up. I have had some errands to run for the bar also, on Thursday night I was driving back to my place when my phone rang.

"Hi doll." Pierre's voice came through of the car's speaker. I loved his pet names for me, it always made me blush. I love that we could spend days together and even if I missed him a lot during the time we could not manage to meet up we still Facetimed or texted during the day. Even if we have spend days together we could still understand and respect if the other one needed alone time, and we did not make a huge deal about it.

"Hi" I yawned as I was sitting in the traffic jam not too far away from my apartment. The sound of a windshield wiper filling the car as it steadily wiped away the drops of water, it was showering out there, you can definetly feel that summer is over.

"You sound really tired."

"I feel exhausted. I was running around all day, the supplier forgot our order for the bar so I was driving all day around the city picking up all the things I have ordered. Also we went to the last fitting for Roxy's dress and we have took that one home too. I have the bridemaid dress in the trunk, it's perfectly fitting and it's so pretty. And now I'm like five minutes away from home, but the traffic is terrible."

"That's perfect because I'm soaking wet."

"What?"

"I'm standing at your entrance for the last ten minutes, but it started to rain and..."

"You were supposed to come on Friday morning."

"I was about to scare you like you did with me but I did not calculate the rain in..."

"I'm there in a minute." I ended the call with a huge smile on my face. This guy is unbeliveable. I shook my head as I parked the car and jogged to the entrance. He was waiting for me with open arms and I run to him into his embrace. "Come, I don't want you to get sick." I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.

We were currently sitting at the hotel room with the hairdressers and make up artists going around us. My make up was done the hairdresser was about to pin up my hair to a half updo when I heard a knock on the door.

"What's the password?" I walked closer to the door without opening it.

"I don't know babe, probably that I'm not the groom." Pierre laughed from the other side of the door and I opened it just a little and poked my head out.

"We are only in our underware."

"And you have not told me this earlier? I would have got my make up done if I can have three women around me in their underware. " He joked and laughed as I smacked his upper arm.

"Let's meet at the room, I'm nearly finished okay?" He leaned closer and pecked a small kiss on my lips before he nodded and started to walk away.

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"I need your help a little bit with my shoes." I called for him from the bathroom, as I was struggling putting my high heels on. " I can't bend down because of the corset is squeezing out my internals." I giggled as I walked out and seeing him sitting on the ottoman at the end of the bed tying his shoes. I stopped at the door of the bathroom and I was just staring at him. That white shirt with the suit looked incredible on him. He looked so elegant and beautiful and of course mouthwateringly hot.

"Like what you see amour?" He joked as he was finishing with his shoes before he looked up. "Oh wow..." His eyes were going up and down in my emerald green long flowy infinity dress (x) that was custom made for us. "You are breathtakingly beautiful." His eyes finally came on contact with mine and he let a smile on his face. I felt the heat is growing in my cheeks and I looked down on my feet while I was dangling my shoes in my hand. "What were you saying about helping you?"

"I can't put my shoes on, Viki pulled that damn corset so much I can't even breath. But at least my boobs look perfect in it." I giggled as I looked at the mirror and feeling proud of the cleavage that the dress made me have. Pierre got up and walked closer to me as he took the shoes out of my hand and got on his knees. Lifted the end of the dress and softly grabbed one of my ankle to help me in the shoes. I gripped on his shoulder for stabeling myself as he help me.

"Done." He got up and smiled at me. " You are still tiny but your boobs does look nice." He kissed my forehead with a cheeky smile. He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear from my updo before laid a small kiss on my lips. "Hope that not just your mascara is waterproof but that lipstick is smudge proof too, beacause I can't keep myself from kissing you." He whispered before laid a few more kisses on my lips.

"Hey lovebirds! " Ádám push the door open " Come we have a wedding to attend!"

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The ceremony was beautiful. The place where the wedding was held had a huge lake with a tiny island on the middle of it, and that's where Roxy and her now husband tied their life together. I was really happy that the make up artist put on us some waterproof mascara because I was crying the whole ceremony. It was beautiful, the way her husband looked at her on the first time, and during the whole ceremony is just every girls dream a man would look at them like that. After the ceremony everyone moved to the venue where the party will be held. "They are so beautiful." I whispered as we were watching them having there first dance on the dancefloor. Pierre hugged me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder. "I cant't believe my best friend who I know since we are kids is married.... And oh god they have started to talk about kids too." I sighed and leaned back to Pierre's chest more as we were swaying left to right to the rythm of the music.

"It's scary that we are growing up." He mumbeled in my neck and laid some small kisses there. "But that's life, and the best part is is if we can find someone that we can be as happy as them. They are just so in love with eachother." He murmured in my ears as he squeezed my hand. "Do you want to dance?" He asked as the pair left and everyone started to mingle around the dance floor and between the tables too.

"Wait, we agreed with Roxy that we will take a shot after the ceremony finished." Viki grabbed our arm keeping us there. The pair fought their way through the crowd, and jumped in our arms.

"Babes I'm married, fully commited to the one dick for the rest of my life club." She screamed in our ears as she was squeezing us hard.

"You know what does this mean, yea?" I looked at her husband poking his side as he was chatting with Pierre. " Your package has arrived. You just won two sisters. Two loud ones. Now we take one of our hands of her, our job of keeping her secure is done, we hand it over you." I squeezed his hand ad I was blinking fast trying to force the tears back, but as I saw that his eyes got watery too, I lost it. He grabbed both of our hands and pulled closer to his torso, and squezed us thightly in a hug.

"I always wanted sisters and I could never wish a better sisters like the two of you. Thank you girls for everything." he giggled and kissed both of our heads. "So I have heard something about a shot.." He wondered when one of the waiters appeared with a tray full off shot glasses with a clear liquid inside of it. " I ordered from the venue tequila just because of you girls." He looked at us as he gave out the glasses one by one.

"Egi! Cheers!" We all knocked our glasses together and drunk the burning liquid. From this point we have had multipule shots and other alchoholic beverages. It was around midnight and everyone was dancing around or chatting at the tables. The band was playing fantastic, they were mixing slower songs with faster ones, retro 80's and 90's hits with typical hungarian ones too. After the dinner we were dancing and singing for the whole night. I was pretty sure that tomorrow I will have no voice left. Of course we could not skip some ABBA songs, and made a total perfomance with my other two friends, which will definetly be in the video that the staff was making. The time was around midnight when I sat down at our table trying to catch my breath.

"Okay, so now I have seen half of a hungarian wedding what else can I expect?" Pierre asked as he was drinking his beer?

"Oh the best part, we have to sell the bride." I chuckled at his surprised expression. "It's about that this is the last chance that she is dancing in the wedding dress before it's midnight, bevause after midnight she will turn into a wife. But this is not for free. It sounds weird I know but this is a really old tradition. So when the dancing will start each person, or couple or family who wants to dance with the bride one more time, they have to put money in. We usually say that with this the bride can gather some money back which was spend for the wedding and they can have some spare for starting the life together."

"Oh, first it sounds weird but actually that's a pretty funny tradition. Do you think they would accept euro?" Pierre joked as he opened his wallet and pullet some banknote out, I tilted my head back as I laughed.

"Yea now I think it's better to invest in euro rather in hungarian forints."

He got really excited about this whole bride dancing, so when it started he grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the chair. He was the third pesron after the close family who put the money in the bucket and grabbed my hand and Roxy's hand for dancing. All I was feeling was happiness, seeing him this free and happy made me just more happier. He seemed like he was having so much fun.

As Pierre and I were on the side of the dance floor dancing to the beat of the music, his hands were on my lower back as my arms were around his neck as we were stepping side to side to the slowmusic.

"Thank you for coming with me."

"You don't need to thank me, I have to thank you that you have invited me. I needed this to relax a little bit. Especially after Monza." He pulled me closer and hid his face in my neck. "You were amazing there, I know you wanted a better result but you did an amazing job, I was so proud of you!" I took a step back and grabbed the side of his face to make him look into my eyes. "I'm proud of you, okay?" I whispered before he gave me a small smile and nodded and pulled me closer to kiss me.

"You are an amazing person. I'm so lucky that I have met you." He whispered on my lips before connecting our lips in a deep kiss.

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"You know, I have never imagined that I will like my little sister's boyfriend, and I have never dreamed about that my little sister will date a celebrity." Ádám shook is head as we were standing close to the bar with my other siblings and chatting.

"Oh so you like him?" I pouted my lips as I looked at him with big eyes.

"Yes but don't get it in your head Gasly! I don't want to hear it tonight and never in my life that you are doing any funny adult business, is it clear?" he pointed his finger at us as I just leaned back at Pierre's torso and laughed letting my head fall back on his shoulder, when I saw a flash light not from far away.

"You guys were sooo cute, I wanted to take a photo of it but it got a little blurry."Viki pulled her mouth as she was showing us the picture.

"Can you send it over to me?" Pierre asked and Viki just nodded opening her messages.

It was around three in the morning when everyone started to go back to the hotel rooms, and as the last ones we could not say longer too. We were walking to our room hand in hand definetly not walking straight to the way of our room giggling about a few stupid things. "I will have a shower okay?" Pierre looked at me as he was already in the bathroom. "Wanna come?"

"I think I'm way too tired for anything." I sighed as I took the bobby pins and the other things out of my hair letting it loosy fall on my back. During the night I have changed the bridesmaid dress to a similar coloured dress and I changed my higheels to a much comfier sandals but still my feet were still killing me. I was waiting for him to finish at the bathroom and I was scrolling on my phone when my eyes got stucked at one post.

"With this girl I have many first things with. First metal concert in my life, first hungarian wedding. Can't wait to have many more firsts with you"

Said the caption of the picture it was the one that Viki took of us hugging and laughing at the same time. I saw that it was not a long time ago posted but it had so many likes and comments already. I clicked on the comments and I got floded by so many of them.

"OMG they are soooo cute" "Who is she??????" "OMG she is that girl from the hungarian grand prix with that F1 bar, where Charles and the other hanged out!" "Isn't she the one who was posted some pictures about in Belgium at that balcony?" "Oh yea, she is! But who is she really?" "I have her profile it's private but: @ itsmeginahun"

I put my phone down as it started to blow up wit the many following and message request.

"Is everything okay?" Pierre walked out of the bathroom with just a towel around his hips. I swallowed big as my eyes ran through on his body. I shook my head to wake myself up from the daydreaming.

"Guess they found out who is the misterious girl from the balcony."

"I should have ask you about it before posting." He was frowning as he walked closer to his suitcase taking a boxer out.

"It's okay, so now I can post from my account too." I smiled as I passed him and slapped his bare ass as I giggled and closed the bathroom's door.

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@vividwritinglove

[equinista]

Just a very brief introduction post....as I felt some sort of intro was a bit needed and this little one will make do, for now! (The photos I really want to share of me riding, especially showing and jumping, are on my laptop that I don't feel like digging out and charging up right now, so these very few pics i have on this PC, my very new/few months old gaming PC that I actually built myself! more about that, and my PC's specs, another time! are the only ones I have access to at the moment) My name is Jenn. I am an ancient human specimen (lol, I am 35 but we can all agree I am ancient lmfao) who just happens to look more like someone either in their late teens or early 20's, dependent on the time of day and how bad my Fibromyalgia/chronic pain is flaring up...and how long I have spent being "house-bound" as an agoraphobic with severe social anxiety... Also, I am stupid-short, at only 4'11" which adds to me looking much younger. I live in South east Florida, aka the depths of humid hell. Which sucks cause I get severely heat-sick and can't handle temps above, like, 80 degrees. I have been riding all my life. My mom owned and rode horses all her life, so horses have been apart of my life from the start and I am so thankful for that. I grew up riding Western only, cause that was the only way my mom rode and owned my first horse at age 11 (an ex-polo "pony", a 16 hands bay TB mare) And since her I have owned about 10 different horses thru-out my life. I used to barrel race/pole bend and compete in western Gymkhana events so much so that I became burn out on them and when I turned 18 I switched to riding English and learned how to jump and never looked back really. I do still ride western for fun, even barrel race for fun but English and Hunter/Jumper and Equitation and showing are my absolute EVERYTHING.

I currently own 1 horse. An chestnut AQHA mare (AQHA name: DOJ A Roxi Leo Lady) and barn name is Roxi. She is still VERY green and only last month was her first EVER ride under an English Saddle! And I am looking so forward to out future together. She really means the world to me and love her whole heartedly. <3 I have only owned her for a few months now (My previous horse, Hawk-who I will share photos of later, who I owned for over 2 years and loved very much was dealing with more issues than I could physically deal with. He needed to be ridden and worked with DAILY and with my chronic Illness I was just not able to give him the time he needed. He was given to me by my barn owner/trainer/best friend on a contract that i couldnt sell him but she would take him back if ever need be and we came up with a great solution-she took Hawk back and instead gave me her AQHA mare that she felt would be way better for me as she is the type of horse who you can go weeks or more between rides and she acts as if she were ridden every day-she just picks right back up where you left off without any sanity issues or impulsive outburts out of no where like Hawk would pull. It broke my heart as I loved Hawk dearly but sadly not every horse will be a perfect match-but I did try for over 2 years so i deff didn't give up easily. ) The first 4 photos are of me and Roxi. Then last 2 photos are of different horses. The one of me barrel racing is me with the last barrel horse I owned, back when i first turned 18 (AQHA mare: Goldie Dandy Doll aka Victory) and the other photo is of me riding an amazing OTTB gelding named Luxe who I actually was leading for a while about 4 years ago. That was longer than I thought I would make it but it's hard to explain one part without the others. And still there is SOOO MUCH more I left out. It's a novel really, my life.

[aclosetfan]

Because this fandom needs more Blossom/Princess: "I saw that. You just checked out my ass". Thanks! 💚💖💙

It’s funny, every time I do a prompt game there’s always a few people who gravitate towards the same prompts, and they’re usually the ones you absolutely KNOW buttercup would HATE. Anyway, I combined these two together! I hope no one minds! It’s more princess x blossom, but you don’t see the pairing very often, and I needed the boys more for the gag 😉  (i did all three pairing btws)

This is actually the first time I’ve written Brickercup! I haven’t found their voice yet as a couple, but I feel like these two together would probably be too powerful lmao. I need more practice with them! Anyway this one was really fun to write!! thanks for the prompt!

Summary: Blossom keeps her crush on a former villain discrete until things start to fall apart at her sisters track meet, and she’s caught checking out her ass.

a/n: For those who don’t know, the term “heat” is akin to “race” where track and field is concerned, at least, that’s the most simplified explanation tbh! 

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"I dunno. I don't regret not adding him to my roster. His postseason last year was horrible. I thought I had it all figured out, though, right?" Buttercup droned on, "But then, boom, all the sudden, he's hot! He's scoring like no other! And like, I know I'll be fine, but now I look like the guy with the foot in his mouth, you know what I'm saying?" 

Blossom hummed noncommittally. She couldn't even say she was half listening to her sister; she was wholly preoccupied. Only a few meager feet away was Princess, who had spread out her things to stretch for her next heat of the day. 

"Blossom? Hey!" A hand waved in front of her face, bringing her attention back into focus. 

She looked up at her sister, "Huh? What?"

"You're not listening to a thing I'm saying, are you?" Buttercup huffed.

"I am," Blossom argued back, shaking her head.

"What was I talking about then?" Buttercup deadpanned, placing her hands on her hips and quirking an eyebrow. 

"Your fantasy… sports stuff," Blossom tried, blowing her hair off her forehead, "oh come on, BC, you know I don't care." 

"Would it kill you to at least pretend," Buttercup sniffed, bending over to do toe touches, "I listen to your nerd stuff!"

Blossom rolled her eyes, "name one time you've actually listened to my nerd stuff." 

"Yesterday!" 

"Oh!" Blossom mocked in surprise, "And what exactly was that conversation about?" 

A prolonged pause gave Blossom the chance to sneak another peak at Princess. It was hot out today on the track, and Princess had put her fiery curls up in a high ponytail. Sweat matted the frizz framing her face, but the rest of Princess's curls cascaded down her back and bounced about with every new stretch she attempted, and it was mesmerizing to watch. In fact, it was almost enough to distract Blossom from Princess's shorts that were seemingly painted onto her body.

"Ah, shut up!" Buttercup eventually waved her off, standing back up before lowering into a knee bend, "I'm in the midst of a crisis here, and you've been distracted this whole time! Like, hello? Earth to Blossom, aren't you supposed to be keeping me company? What are you even looking—"

"A crisis?" She snorted before Buttercup could turn around to search, "A bit of a stretch, don't'cha think?" 

That snapped Buttercup's attention back to her, and she evenly met her sister's incredulous stare. 

"A stretch!" Buttercup cried, "Now I know you're not listening to me! Like I know I'll be fine—" she seemed to be repeating this more for her own sake than Blossom's, "—but if I'm not, then my whole season's shot!" 

"Really? This is the penny league, right?" Blossom asked, attention already straying, but Buttercup paid her no mind as she again started to mindlessly word vomit, switching to yet another leg stretch.

Vaguely, Blossom wondered when the Super-Division ("super" as in superpowered) would begin and Buttercup—her convenient cover-up—would be called to the start line. Blossom wouldn't mind sitting here a bit longer, keeping Buttercup company and Princess in her line of vision. It was incredibly embarrassing to admit out loud, but Blossom didn't come to Buttercup's track meets for Buttercup alone. In fact, before discovering that Princess was often at these events, Blossom had never bothered to show up. 

She loved her sister; that was quite obvious, but her idea of "good time" wasn't sacrificing a Saturday to watch a bunch of kids run around in circles under a sun hot enough to make the rubber track steam. The only reason she had initially shown up to one of these track meets was to deliver the water jug Buttercup had forgotten at home because the Professor had been out of town and, therefore, unable to attend and do it himself. 

At the time, she had been unaware that the all-girl private prep school Princess went to was in attendance for these meets. She was also unaware that Princess was on the track team. How such details just seemingly slipped Buttercup's mind astounded Blossom. However, Buttercup's opinion of Princess wasn't much higher than her opinion of the Amoeba Boys, so she supposed she had no right to be surprised. Still, the former villain's presence had given her some pause for concern, and she had lingered at the meet, scrutinizing her former enemy.

Buttercup had shrugged off her concerns at the end of the meet. Apparently, Buttercup and Princess still bickered like no other, but it had become such a normal thing that her sister hardly considered it worth talking about.

"Besides, Bloss," Buttercup had pointed out, "it's kind of like the boys, right? She did her time—" then her sister laughed, "—and she ripped Butch a new one a few meets back, so I'd say she's, well, not cool, but eh, more bearable? I like her best yelling at Butch, let's just keep it at that." 

Blossom had conceded to Buttercup's points, they had been fair, but that didn't stop her from showing up to the next track meet as a precaution. And the next one, and the one after that, until somewhere along the line, Blossom could no longer deny that her attendance had become less of a "red alert: former enemy in the area!" and more a "red alert: she's wearing the tight pink track shorts again!" 

It was a stupid crush. A very embarrassing one, in fact. But it was there, and no one knew, so what harm would it cause, indulging in it every once in a while? To everyone else, it seemed she was only there to keep her father company and support her sister, and Blossom planned on keeping it that way. 

Even Princess hardly batted an eye at her. At most, she and Princess exchanged the occasional curt nod, symbolizing what Blossom hoped was a mutual respect for what their relationship once was and what it meant now. 

Now, Blossom relaxed back on the bleachers, turning around briefly to wave at the Professor, who lingered by the concession stand, trying his hardest to impress some PTA mom he had been eyeing. If Blossom had not been artificially created, she would have thought the two of them were cut from the same cloth based on their dismal flirting skills alone. 

Despite herself, she smiled at the thought as her eyes landed back on Princess. She took her time tracing the shape of her, gaze falling to her bottom. It was just as thrilling seeing her wearing those pink shorts as it had been the first time around. Blossom didn't think Princess wore them for her, but pink was her lucky color, and she couldn't help but overanalyze it. 

Internally, she cringed at her own behavior, remembering the little girl she had once fought with almost daily. That is until Morbucks Inc. fell into bankruptcy, and Princess's family could no longer afford to entertain her every whimsy without sacrificing the family mega yacht. Princess had been a brat in the past, and Blossom knew that hadn't changed, but there had been a time, right before it had all ended, where Princess's bratty teasing and witty and intelligent remarks had sent something hot down her spine. Unfortunately, Blossom didn't think that had probably changed either.

Most people envisioned her ending up with some fairytale prince charming, but Blossom just seemed to like bratty princesses more. And the very idea of getting the opportunity to find new creative ways to shut Princess up was enough to make her cheeks burn. Regardless, she sat on the sidelines and did nothing, too embarrassed to cross the imaginary line she and Princess had created when their fighting had stopped. The sidelines were safe, though. Blossom was too pragmatic to rock the boat, so she forced herself to be content with the situation and watch the other girl from afar with an unhealthy dose of hormonal pining and, perversely, lust. 

And again, it wasn't like anyone knew! So, she let Buttercup talk as she stared at Princess's toned body, paid particular attention to her squatting and stretching, and cheered a little too much when she won her races. Buttercup's track meets were a thousand times more interesting now, and Princess's fantastic ass definitely didn't hurt Blossom's opinion.

Blossom was staring at Princess's bottom when the unthinkable happened—Princess glanced back. At first, Blossom didn't register what was happening until Princess's double take, and that was when she froze like a deer caught in the headlines. Then, dread seeped in, and she hoped beyond hope that it had been a fluke, that Princes herself—the girl she had been obsessing about; the girl she put on make-up and a well-fitting bra for to attend her sister's track meets—hadn't noticed her so brazenly checking her out. 

Princess's face was mottled with blotchy red spots obscuring the pretty line of freckles that ran across her nose as the look in her eyes morphed from surprise to pure disgust. 

"I saw that!" She screeched, her voice cutting across the small distance. She pointed at Blossom, and her heart fell to her feet as Princess sneered, "You just checked out my ass!"

Blossom choked on her tongue, squeaking out something that was supposed to be an apology but was really just a panicked sound. She could feel every inch of her skin burning from the tips of her ears to her toes. If the world could have opened up and swallowed her whole right then and there, she would have been eternally grateful.

"What's going on? Who's she yelling at?" Buttercup whispered, standing up from another round of toe-touches and looking around, but Blossom ignored her, frozen with mortification until the sound of abrupt laughter made her jump. 

"Ha!" A voice behind her on the bleachers barked, "Apparently, you didn't see shit, Prinny!"

Blossom took a tentative peak over her shoulders with wide eyes, blinking up at Butch Jojo. She had forgotten he had bounded up the bleachers not too long ago to gab with Brick as he waited for the Super-Division to be called. Why Brick came to these events, Blossom had never bothered to ask. Still, they often sat together when their respective sibling wasn't around to keep them company. However, Blossom had begun to notice how Brick gravitated toward her even when Buttercup was present. 

"I saw you!" Princess sputtered, "I could feel it! You were just gawking! I literally made eye contact with you!"

"No, seriously," Buttercup looked between Princess and Butch, "what did I miss?" 

Blossom still couldn't answer her as a wave of euphoric relief crashed over her like a tidal wave. She had to stop herself from falling over from the feeling, and placed a steadying hand on the bleachers to do so. Princess was blaming Butch. It was like a miracle.

Butch laughed again, wrinkling his nose as he began stomping back down the stairs, "Don't fucking flatter yourself, Princess. I wasn't checking your ass out—" He hopped off the bleachers and shot a cheeky smile at Buttercup as he made his way towards the track coaches, "—I was checking out Butter's. Nice form, by the way. Maybe next time we can help each other stretch out." 

Buttercup blinked, seemingly taken back by the events unfolding around her, until something clicked into place, and she realized that stretching ass-up to the bleachers hadn't been the most brilliant move. Blossom, sympathetically, watched her sister's face bloom with color.

"No," Her sister mainly said to herself, shaking her head like she was trying to convince herself what was happening wasn't happening, "no, no."

"Oh, don't worry, Butters, I'll return the favor. I mean, you're always behind me anyway—" he gestured to the track, "—might as well enjoy the view, right?"

"Mm-mm," Buttercup shook her head again, pressing her mouth into a thin line, "nope."   

"It was you then, wasn't it!" Princess yelled again, pointing right at her. Her panic flared back up until she was (again) saved by someone behind her.

"I was also checking out Buttercup's ass," Brick drawled, standing up and making his way down the bleachers. He was more subdued than his brother. There was no obnoxious laughter or on-the-nose flirting, but Brick's eyes slowly traveled up Buttercup's form before he fixed her sister with a sly wink. Buttercup's eyes widened into saucer plates, and the flush on her face rushed down her neck as a small mortified squeak left her mouth. Her reaction pulled a lazy grin across Brick's face. 

Blossom couldn't save Buttercup. Actually, she didn't want to. The more flustered Buttercup became, the easier it was for Blossom to breathe. Every second that ticked by was another second her secret stayed safe, secure, and her own, and she didn't want to change that by drawing attention to herself. She sent a silent vow to Buttercup that she'd repay her in another way. 

"U-um," Buttercup sputtered, and Brick raised an amused eyebrow, urging her on. Thankfully for Buttercup, that was when the Super-Division was called, and her sister shot off without so much as a goodbye. 

"Argh!" Princess huffed, stomping away, "well, whoever you are—" She yelled up at the sky, "—stop staring at my ass!" 

Blossom sagged with relief, the tension wholly dissipating from her body. She was safe, in the clear, okay to continue—

Someone swatted her ponytail, and the seat next to her was taken. She looked to her left and found herself face to face with Brick, his grin no longer charmingly lazy but curling into something wicked. 

"I saw that," He leered, and her head filled with hundreds of red, blaring alarms as the blood left her face completely. "You checked out her ass." 

"Shit," She hissed.

"Shit," He repeated with a chuckle, nodding slowly because Brick Jojo had dirt on her, and they both knew it. 

[rata-novus]

a mish-mash of my thoughts about soto! story, maps, rewards, lotsa spoilers!

liked the maps are gorgeous, anet never misses with music & map design. the reuse of assets makes sense for the story (and seeing these alternate "what-ifs" of story zones is really cool), so we'll see what happens for future smaller xpacs

really liked the new cast of characters, especially gladium & r'tchikk and mabon. friendly mursaat is something i never could have predicted

the story. long bit sorry! after EoD this is my favorite xpac story (thus far). something about the idea of a wizard ascending and being basically immortal but giving up mortal connections & memories really vibes with me. its something that SOUNDS like what anyone would theoretically want but through lore and stuff we see that some of the older ascended regret it but they maybe don't remember why. mabon is a mursaat and knows what his race collectively did, but not what he participated in. livia even mentions mabon knew lazarus. anyway it's very tlt/lyctorhood to me. also i kinda like that isgarren is a bit of a dick to us. he seems like the type who bends over backwards to convince himself he's doing the right thing (by not interfering in the dragons etc.). and he has little triangle glasses what a nerd. I WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT WAITING SORROW. where is she. she's a kodan right? i need to know more. LOVE how they dealt with zojja both explicitly in the story and through lore books/collections. i love her so much. seeing the powered down mr sparkles made me literally cry irl tears :( anyway crossing my fingies that the new map is nayos 🤞🤞

meh two (at launch) armor sets that are identical for every weight :/

rifts as-is are kinda boring. like i get it, especially as a way to get the 10s of stacks of essences we need for legendary armor, and idk how they'd make them more interesting but im firmly ~whelmed~ with rifts

some of the masteries are also just there imo. using updrafts & leylines on flying mounts is fantastic!!!! using mastery points to be able to open slightly better chests does not excite me. there are also few excess mastery points so some of these are gonna be a grind/frustrating. hopefully the next content patch late this/yearly next year adds more.

it's nice that adventures, races (iirc), shrine guardian puzzles, and going-from-point-A-to-point-B-without-touching-the-ground made a return, there's no really true og jumping puzzles

there a few post-story collections in the wizard tower (like in aborstone post-story) but not that many? like i get why we don't build it up like arborstone bc it's already established and populated but i just wish there was more.

no mingoo mini? 🥺

disliked the limited amount of daily choices. my only big cannot-see-a-positive thing. the rewards are great! we just need more choices for what to do for dailies. really really hope anet reads the criticism and adds more options

overall at this point i'm 7.8/10 happy with the xpac as a whole. but if maps/story/achievements of this calibre are what we get every year-ish, i'd be thrilled tbh

[randombillnewtonfan]

Bill Newton's birthday and age theory.

Sigh, back to my all-time favorite mechanic and prfessional driver. My brain cannot stop reminding on him almost everyday, I need to take a break, but not today. Let me tell the whole information about Bill for huge explanation, bend it over here...

About 4 months ago, I had made the solution/calculation to get Bill's actual age by putting the day and month of his birthday, that is 18 and 10. I decided to combine them to 28 as his former age [C = 28] Then drag the year when was HCR2 made [D = 2016], minus with his former age, and...he is not even born on 1988 [E = 1988], step away from his former birthyear. What if I include one thing... Just figured that I had to make the formula to solve the number, A for Bill's birthday on upper fraction, while B is for the date when was HCR2 made. (e.g. A1:A2 = 18:10, B1:B2 = 6:10) Next, divide into another, the result is 3 [F = 3] only number can change final result of Bill's age. At last point, I put his former birthyear minus with the number from [A1/B1 * A2/B2 = F] and TADA...! Final result is 1985, so it means he was born on 1985, and his only chinese zodiac is Ox, too.

Let's move on to the racing permit of Bill, which from the Official Fingersoft image source on Instagram and their Fandom Wiki. This makes me feel curious what did he really want to reveal himself.

See? What was wrong with only short information? I feel like he doesn't like to open to people at all (like me) the one he wrote "hates: everything else" is a lie. Just the point that he does not want to know his weakness, fears, even though what make he hate. I had made some observation around the Hill Climb Racing 2 cup races' title about months I had played before. I hinted the "I Hate Water" pretty sure that he does not like to get soaked by raining weather, splashed by the wheel of a car. And the obvious one title "Thalassophobia" means he has fear of drowning. Imagine what if he does not know the way guide to somewhere, then drove straight away to the bridge, until his car getting down to the ocean, likewise, this part of Bill Newton's weakness could be a hidden info outside the Racing Permit.

Additionally, the strange part in his birth of date, it made me want to search the number of tarot card. Some number is way related to their meaning in each decks (I meant, cards) Number 18 is related to the Moon, their meaning can be: imagination, darkness, mysterious, unseen, and wondering of its own. There was many words to say on Bill that he might avoid his feelings and hurt inside, it sounds similar to the context of Moon tarot card, which compare to the sea, and the crayfish/lobster float on, this is him trying to say something but no one else listens. This could possibly make Bill get sick and get the lunatic act (e.g. feeling mad) the howling domesticated dog and wolf is what Bill express out there. These explanation is this paragraph is unexpectable, I was not realized until I get solved why his birth of date is 18, and the number can reflects his true person. Next, his birth of month is October, the word Octo- from Latin and Greek mean eight, but the October is the tenth month, which means his birth of date is combined from the tenth month with word Octo- [eight] then again, another calculation from Finland's Independence Day [6th December(12)] is also included.

Thanks for reading my theory I like to share, have a great day!

drafted from aNotepad: 12:20 AM (+7 GMT), 17/12/2022

posted: 10:30 PM, 18/12/2022

[mercy-burning]

Roommate Agreement

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader x Luke Alvez Summary: After about a year of living with Spencer, Y/N gets excited when he introduces her to a new potential roommate. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Free use, threesome, cum play, penetrative/unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dirty talk Word Count: 2.3k

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NOTE: I was gonna write this as a blurb, but it got a little longer than I anticipated lol. I’ve been super into this kink/fantasy lately, so uh.. this was just pure indulgence 🥰✌

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Apartment hunting and living on my own sucked, which is why Spencer Reid coming into my life was the biggest blessing I ever could have hoped for. He was handsome, kind, welcoming... And he let me live with him for free.

Well, not entirely.

But regardless of our little agreement, I still slip him some cash when rent comes up because it's just common courtesy. I'm grateful that he lets me stay with him and provides me with what I need (and then some), and if there's any way for me to return that favor, I'll do it.

He gets annoyed with me whenever I do it, but I always know how to get him to forget about it...

Just thinking about last night brings a smile to my face as I put away the last few glasses in their respective cupboards.

The heavy padding of Spencer's feet behind me makes me turn around then, and I nearly clench my legs at the sight of him, dressed and ready for work, except his dick is out and hefty in his right hand. It's hard, leaking, and by the look on his face I can tell he's about ready to let go.

"Give me your panties, sweetheart."

Before he even gets out the whole sentence, I make quick work of lifting my shirt out of the way and opening up the fabric, pulling it away from my body and giving him an opening. He walks up with a hungry kiss to my jaw as he jerks himself off, right into my panties until he's making a mess of them. I sigh out happily as he hums against my skin.

And when he's done, he kisses my cheek chastely and uses my shirt to clean up a bit before tucking himself back neatly into his pants. I adjust my panties and feel the warmth spread over my skin while he grabs his bag from the back of the chair to leave.

"Have a good day, Doctor," I call with a cute smile, my hand dipping down to feel the mess he made and wishing he didn't have to go.

"You too, sweetheart," he returns with a wink. He turns to leave, but before he's at the door, he throws back, "Oh, and make sure you're dressed properly when I get back, he's coming over with me after work."

"Wait, really?" I ask brightly, my heart starting to race.

"Mhm. He's excited to meet you."

I’d had plans to run some errands today, but as soon as he tells me the good news, I know I won't be able to get anything done.

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The second I hear the door, I'm waiting like a dog with a wagging tail, excited for extra company and eager to make a new friend. I flatten my tiny skirt, though with how frilly it is, it really makes no difference— I think that as excited as I am, I'm definitely anxious about potentially adding a new person to our dynamic.

My hands reach behind my back and clasp together as I rock slowly on my feet, ready to welcome them when they come through the door.

Spencer, as always, looks positively delicious, and it only amplifies when he sees me and smiles, reaching out for me. "Somebody's excited..."

In his embrace, I laugh and welcome his hand as it slips up the front of my skirt to make sure I've followed his instructions. He quickly runs his middle finger through my opening, a smile forming on his lips— I can feel it against my neck. "Good girl."

"I couldn't help it," I tell him earnestly, refraining from whining in protest when he removes himself from me entirely. Then I look over his shoulder to see our guest of honor, Spencer's co-worker Luke Alvez. With a shy smile, I reach my hand out to shake his. "I have a new guest to impress."

Luke accepts my hand with a smile all his own, accompanied by wandering eyes that make me feel warm from head-to-toe. It reminds me of how I felt when I first met Spencer while apartment hunting last year. Luke's eyes are just a few shades darker but regardless of color, the hunger swimming within them remains plentiful.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he says smoothly. His voice makes me feel a whole new sense of ease and the overwhelming need to submit to him entirely. "I've heard great things."

With introductions out of the way, Spencer ushers Luke into the apartment and I close the door. "Let me show you around a bit," he says, and the two walk off, leaving me to follow behind.

We tour the whole apartment, Spencer taking his sweet time with the walking and the talking... I swear he's doing it on purpose, to make me wait and get me riled up, but regardless I stay patient and involve myself in their conversations as normal. Actually, it would have all felt like a completely normal apartment tour in the first place, had I not been thinking about how the men accompanying me would use me in the future...

Spencer saves the living room for last, and once we make it to the couch, I pray that he's ready to start showing Luke the added benefit of choosing to live here rather than in an apartment by himself...

And he knows me so well, because he pulls me aside with a cheeky smile, his hand resting firmly on my ass and under my skirt. "So, Alvez, you wanna give her a whirl?"

"You're uh... You're sure this is alright? You don't mind?"

His concern is sweet, but I can see the lust sparkling in his eyes as he looks over me once more.

Spencer laughs a bit, squeezing my ass with a nod. "Of course. Look how happy she is to see you... So ready to be used up..."

Luke's tongue darts out over his bottom lip at my roommate's words, his decision becoming more clear.

Still, I help out. "It's true... When Spencer first mentioned adding a new roommate to our arrangement, I couldn't wait... And you're perfect.

"So what do you say?" Spencer asks once more with finality.

Luke strides over to me slowly, my head tilting higher with each inch he gets closer. He looks down at my lips and smiles before bringing his thumb gently to my mouth. "This pretty little mouth has been calling to me since I walked through the door..."

I hear Spencer laugh beside me as Luke slips his thumb past my lips and over my tongue. I suck it into my mouth with a tiny groan, flitting my eyes up at him and arching my back as Spencer's grip on my ass gets tighter.

"Get on the couch, sweetheart," he says, letting go and giving me a small spank.

Luke's thumb pops out of my mouth and I stumble to the couch, getting on all fours so my hands are on the arm and my knees are buried in one of the cushions.

The unmistakable sound of their laughing fills my ears and makes me even more eager, though I know better than to tell them outright what I want. Unless either of them asks me to, I'm not going to beg. I mean, I'm not sure about Luke, but I know that Spencer prefers when I use visual signs in our daily routine. He likes to hear me use my words, sure, but that's only on occasions where he's in a happier, more giving mood. Most of the fucking we do is when he comes home frustrated and needs to take. No questions asked.

And truthfully, I like that more. Which is why I'd agreed to be his roommate in the end.

Spencer does seem to be more giving today, moving this right along and taking his pants off before walking over to me while his friend follows suit, but I follow our rules anyway, wanting to make a good impression on Luke (though I'm positive I've already secured that bag).

Luke's pants come off too, though he waits until he's right in front of my face. I'm looking up at him with my bottom lip between my teeth, and when he starts to work at his belt, I look down to see.

Meanwhile I feel Spencer's weight dip down behind me, and it doesn't take long for him to slide right in, spreading my legs further and beginning to fuck me steadily. He gathers my hair from my face and into a makeshift ponytail with one hand while the other rests at my hip. "You gonna be a big girl and open your mouth wide, or do I have to make you?"

I respond in kind by slacking my jaw and welcoming Luke, his hands coming down to tilt my chin and slide his thick, hard dick into my mouth.

"That's right, sweetheart," Spencer praises, giving me another small spank and a slight tug of the hair. Meanwhile Luke is slowly fucking my throat, pushing himself deeper with each thrust.

Eventually, the two of them are fucking me with perfect rhythm. Each time Spencer goes in, Luke goes out, and their force is even the same. It's building and building with each second, and I can feel my whole body start to go numb with pleasure. My knees are tingling from the couch, my ass is surely red from how many times Spencer has spanked me, and my throat is bruising beautifully.

Spencer's hand releases my ass and reaches out to my throat. The way he's bending forward gives him a deeper angle inside me, and I can't help the choked whimper that comes out of my mouth because of it. He can feel it, too, because his fingers rest just under my chin.

"His cock feels so good down your throat, doesn't it, baby?" he coos, driving into me harder.

I squeeze my eyes shut for a few seconds to blink away the tears that blur my vision, and when I open them I look up at Luke, pure unadulterated bliss painting his features. He looks down at me with awe and lust and need, and I can tell that it won't be long before he snaps.

"When he comes, you're gonna keep it in, okay? I wanna see it..."

I clench around Spencer at his words, and my orgasm follows shortly after. As soon as I start to come down, Luke holds himself still at the back of my throat and comes with a shout, his hands rooting in my hair. I try my hardest to keep it all in, meanwhile Spencer starts to stutter as well. And by the time Luke is pulling himself away from me, his friend is coming inside me, just like he's done so many times before.

It's a familiar, wonderful feeling, though this time it's even better because I know I have cum filling both ends of me. I feel so full, so warm and numb and fucked out, and I never want to go a single day without it that way.

When Spencer pulls out and leaves the couch, Luke makes room for him in front of me. He steps into view then, reaching his hand out to pry my mouth open and examine his friend's work.

"Oh, sweetheart, you look so pretty with all Luke's cum in your mouth... Doesn't she look pretty, Alvez?"

The other man muses, his hand coming down to graze my cheek. Both their hands are on either side of my face, and they're gazing down at me with such wonderment that I swear I'll do anything to feel this way again— to make them feel this way again.

"She sure does," Luke says, and I nuzzle into his hand. "Just like a proper cumdump."

Their words and their eyes and their touches send butterflies soaring through my whole body and bring an open-mouthed smile to my face.

"You can swallow now," Spencer says, tapping my cheek. I do, and immediately afterwards he leans down to kiss me deeply. I lean into him and flutter my eyes closed, the feeling of his cum dripping out of me and down my leg only adding to the blissful state I'm in.

He pulls away, and I glance over at Luke, who has his dick in his hand and an amused smile on his face. "Damn, I could almost go again..."

I can tell he only means it as a way to keep the mood light, maybe as a joke, but in hopes that it will make him more comfortable with the idea that he can quite literally use me whenever he wants to, I smile as sincerely as I can. "That's what I'm here for," I offer brightly, getting up off the couch and trying to stand on wobbling legs.

I somehow manage, Spencer helps to steady me, and then he laughs, kissing me on the cheek. "You two have fun. I'm gonna shower, and then I have to take care of some errands. That okay with you?"

Luke and I give our approval, Spencer kisses me once more, and then admires me for a few seconds before throwing his friend a wink and heading off to the shower.

The moment I'm alone with Luke Alvez, he takes my hand and gives it a kiss. "You really are something special, princess..."

The nickname, while not entirely new since Spencer had mumbled it a few times with my mouth wrapped around his dick, sounds absolutely delightful coming from Luke's lips.

"Thank you," I purr, leading him to the couch and pulling him on top of me. "But there's still so much for you to discover..."

He hums amusedly, tracing my mouth with his thumb again. This time I take it gently between my teeth before he slips his cock inside me, which inadvertently makes me let go of it in favor of a whimper.

"Well, then I guess it's a good thing I'm moving in..."

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Foolish

Frank Adler x fem!Reader

Word count: 5027 (oop)

Warnings: light drinking, very brief mention of suicide, some cursing, smut (18+ ONLY!!!), unprotected sex (m/f) ... Please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Hi, y’all! Here’s my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817’s Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge!!!! I haven’t written smut in a LONG time, so please be gentle with me LOL. Here’s what I got:

Frank Adler

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

Breeding / mutual pining 🥴

I’d like to dedicate this to @rodrikstark for always sharing the Frank Adler feels and @sparkledfirecracker for bullying me (with love) into finishing this. ❤️

If you like this fic, please comment and reblog!!! I hope you enjoy. :)

Fridays never seemed to come soon enough. You looked forward to the beginning of the weekend as much as the next person, but over the last few months, Friday nights took on new meaning for you. You moved to the trailer park a little less than a year ago, wanting to buy a small place of your own and start making a home for yourself. It wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t expensive, and it was only a ten-minute drive from your office where you’d just secured a promotion. Roberta, the manager, helped you make it feel like home right away, insisting on going with you to pick out paint samples and providing copies of menus for the best take-out in the area.

Before long, Roberta introduced you to the trailer park’s resident certified genius, Mary Adler. Mary and Roberta spent Saturday mornings with you when you were free, which unfortunately, was pretty much all the time. You played games, sang karaoke, and even let Mary’s one-eyed cat Fred come over. He took a liking to your swinging chair in the living room, and if Mary couldn’t find him at home, odds were he somehow squeezed through your window and ended up in that chair. 

Another two months had passed, though, before you met Mary’s uncle and guardian, Frank. You came to learn that Mary stayed with Roberta every Friday night because “Frank needs time to be an adult” and she was not allowed to come back to the house until noon on Saturdays. This information made you feel like Frank must be some kind of sad, perpetual fuckboy. You were right about the sad part, not so much about the latter. One morning while Mary played with your watercolors, Roberta let slip - ironically over a cup of tea - that Frank did have the occasional hookup, but usually, he drank himself sleepy on Friday nights and just needed the time to himself. He worked himself to the bone as a boat mechanic, often late into the night because it was too hot to do some jobs during the day. Frank took Mary in when she was just a baby after his sister, her mother, tragically committed suicide. He spent the majority of his scarce free time with Mary, so when Mary was still a toddler, Roberta offered the Friday night deal. Frank countered that he would do any repairs in the trailer park for free, but she refused to let him do that work without pay, saying he deserved to have a life, too. 

She also informed you that Frank was a former philosophy professor, single, and very attractive, especially if you were into the rugged thing. You rolled your eyes with an amused exhale and took another sip of your tea. You’d be lying if you said your interest wasn’t piqued. Mary then shouted over her shoulder, confirming that she’d been listening to your entire conversation, “Frank is great, but he’s a grump. Good luck cracking that egg.” You snorted, nearly spitting out your tea, and she went back to reading your color theory book to Fred.

With that, you heard a sharp rap at the door. You set your tea down on the kitchen table, curious who your visitor might be. You didn’t know anyone else in the trailer park, or in town, really. You opened the door, taking in the sight of possibly - no, definitely - the most handsome man you’d ever seen. You quickly guessed it was Frank, judging by the grease smeared on his quite large hands. His eyes, though tired, had the same bright look as Mary’s, and he had the most perfectly imperfect fluffy hair and overgrown stubble.

“Good morning,” he said with a sweet, closed-mouthed smile. “Is Mary here?”

You had to remind yourself to breathe. Stammering, you opened the door wider, gesturing inside. “Hi, y-yes. She is!” Why am I like this? “She’s just painting with Fred. Please, come in.” You moved aside so he could fit his broad shoulders through the doorframe and then held out your hand. “You must be Frank. I’m Y/N. Mary is just wonderful.” You smiled at him, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

He took your hand in both of his, gentler than you’d expected. “I’m sorry. Yes, I’m Frank. It’s great to meet you, finally.” He smiled wide for the first time and you were certain you’d pass out. Who LOOKS like this? “And thank you, she really is wonderful. I couldn’t do it without Roberta. She’s family.” He smiled and waved at Roberta, who was looking at you over the lip of her mug.

Mary didn’t even bother to turn around and face Frank. “What are you doing here, Frank? It’s only 11. I have a whole ‘nother hour with my friends.” You tried to keep your laugh quiet, covering your mouth with your hand and shaking your head.

“Well, excuse me for thinking you might like to go out on the boat with me this morning. I guess I’ll go by myself.”

Mary jumped up from the floor, scrambling to clean up your paints and books. “Can Y/N and Roberta come?”

Frank crouched down to meet Mary’s eyes. “Of course they can, if they’d like.” He looked back at you over his shoulder, trying to gauge your interest, then turning back to his niece. “But do you remember what I told you?”

You could see that Mary was making a conscious effort not to roll her eyes. “You told me that my adult friends have adult lives that include adult responsibilities, and they might not always be available to spend time with me.”

“And?” he looked at her expectantly.

“And I need to invite them to do things without assuming they will do them.” She couldn’t hold back her eye roll any longer, but she made sure not to let Frank see. “Roberta, Y/N, would you both like to join us on the boat today?”

You were amazed by the exchange taking place in front of you, able to see where some of Mary’s brains and tenacity came from. The conversation between the two flowed so easily, playful yet intelligent. It was clear that Frank treated Mary not as a child, but as a person, and you chided yourself internally for thinking that was kinda hot. 

Shaking yourself out of your mildly inappropriate thoughts, you responded. “I’d love to come, Mary.” You smiled at her, bending over to help her pick up the last of the paints from the floor. “Roberta?”

Roberta gave you a look and you just knew she planned this somehow. “I actually do have some of those adult responsibilities to handle today, but thank you for inviting me.” You sent a glare in her direction, quick but no less scathing. “Maybe next time.” She winked at you before washing out her mug and saying her goodbyes.

You spent the whole rest of the day and night with Frank and Mary, doing everything from building sandcastles to cooking dinner together. Mary eventually fell asleep in your lap as you were watching Oliver & Company, Frank’s favorite Disney film that had become Mary’s, too. “An underrated classic,” they told you in unison.

You helped Frank put Mary to bed, a task made easier after such a tiring day. “I guess I should get going.” You stood awkwardly in the small kitchen, unsure of yourself and painfully aware of how close your hand was to Frank’s resting on the counter.

“Yeah, I have a job early in the morning.” He looked down at his shoes, unable to look you in the eye, and you wondered if he hadn’t found your company as enjoyable as you’d found his.

“Listen, I don’t know if you’ve been to Ferg’s? The little bar down the road? I go every Friday night just to relax and have a few beers. Maybe you’d like to come with me next weekend?”

Is he asking me on a date? You could feel your heartbeat racing. The look on your face must not have matched the excitement you felt at the prospect of spending time alone with the dreamy, kind, sarcastic man in front of you. 

He felt like an idiot when you hesitated to answer. He clearly read everything wrong. He had to fix this. “It’s a good place to meet people, you know? I know you’re fairly new to the area, so if you’re looking for more local friends, it’s a good place to start.” He winced, hoping you couldn’t sense his embarrassment at thinking that you would want to go on a date with him.

You swallowed, trying not to let your disappointment show outwardly. Of course he’s not interested in me. Stupid. “Oh, yeah! That would be great, Frank. What time?”

Frank let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, relieved that you didn’t seem offended by his offer. “How’s 7? I’ll pick you up? We can walk over together.”

And that’s how Fridays came to mean so much to you. Almost every Friday for the last six months, Frank met you at your door and you walked to Ferg’s together. Frank told you it would be a good place to make new friends, but you paid no mind to the other patrons. You only had eyes for each other, yet neither of you could see it, even though Roberta pointed out (repeatedly) that neither of you had taken anyone else home in all that time.

The more time you spent with Frank, the more certain you were that God was real and your life was His favorite trainwreck reality TV series. Even if you could have customized a dream man Build-A-Bear style, Frank still would blow your creation out of the water. He was smart and funny, not to mention an adoring parent to Mary, to whom you grew more attached each day. He was kind and thoughtful, talented and hard-working. Although he was a grouch, as Mary would say, he always was sweet to you. He took a genuine interest in anything you had to say, whether you were venting about work or filling him on the latest episode of whatever show you were binging. He was ridiculously sexy without even trying. All those hours he spent doing manual labor in the sun did wonders for his physique. You’d only seen him completely shirtless on one occasion, and the image of him with sweat dripping down his chest was burned into your memory, fueling your late-night thots and causing you to break out your vibrator on what was now a regular basis.

Six months had come and gone in the blink of an eye, and you’d begun to accept that Frank didn’t want to be anything more than friends with you. You decided tonight was as good a night as any to talk to someone new, to start letting go of your unrequited feelings. 

You swapped out your usual jeans for a sundress, t-shirt bra for a push-up, and lip balm for lipstick. Putting your phone and some cash in a wristlet, you considered wearing your new strappy sandals. The walk to Ferg’s was about five minutes each way down a sandy road, though, and memories of the sticky floor inside aided your preferred pair of Converse in their victory for the night. 

Just as you finished tying your shoes, you heard a knock at the door. You adjusted your cleavage and fluffed your hair a final time with one last look in the mirror. Here goes.

Frank felt like he had the wind knocked out of him in the best possible way. He suddenly felt entirely underdressed in his aloha shirt, even though it was his go-to for nights out of the house. He’d never seen you dressed so nicely when you weren’t going to work. 

You were the kind of beautiful that didn’t require makeup. Your natural hair always framed your face perfectly, even if you didn’t think so. He thought you were adorable when you were concentrating on something, blowing your hair out of your face with a huff. Visions of your soft curves made their way into Frank’s dreams on more than one occasion. He had seen you in your swimsuit several times, sunbathing with Roberta and swimming with Mary at the beach. It wasn’t even all that revealing, but it accentuated your figure in ways that forced Frank into needing a cold shower or two. Above all, though, he admired your heart. You’d allowed Mary into your life without hesitation, spending time with her because you wanted to and allowing her to ask all those questions that Frank just wouldn’t be able to answer. It killed him that you didn’t see him the way he saw you, a perfect partner for him and a worthy maternal figure for Mary.

“Frank? You okay?” Your concerned voice shook him out of his thoughts, prompting him to close his mouth which apparently had opened wide in astonishment when you stood in the doorway.

“Yeah, um... You look…” He looked a little confused, his brow furrowed and lips pursed. “Why are you all dolled up? It’s only Ferg’s.” He wished he could’ve kicked himself in the teeth when your face fell at his question. He rubbed a hand over his face. “Shit. Let me try that again,” he nearly begged, running up to you to stop you from going back inside. “You look really nice, honey.” He ran his calloused hand up your forearm, but quickly returned it to his side when he realized what he’d done. “Is it a special occasion, though? Should I change?”

You gave him a watery smile, given that you were three seconds from slamming the door in his face and crying. “That’s better. Thank you.” You lightly pushed at his shoulder, trying and failing to ignore the electricity you felt at the contact. “No occasion, though. Just thought maybe it was about time I actually introduced myself to someone new.” 

You couldn’t quite read his reaction. Little did you know he was certain he just felt his heart physically crack in his chest. “What do you mean?”

The two of you started walking, the tension between you thickening the very air you breathed. “Well, when you first invited me to Ferg’s, you said maybe I’d get to know some other people in the area, right? But we’re always with each other. I’m sure you’re itching to talk to someone other than me. I don’t want to hold you back.”

“Ah. Gotcha.” Frank abruptly reverted to the quiet, distant state he usually occupied before he met you. He sped up a bit, walking ahead of you and desperately attempting to school his features before you caught up with him.

Frank practically ran to the restroom, not slowing down even to hold the door open for you. You took a deep breath and rolled your shoulders, relaxing before entering the bar. Normally, whoever made it first would order drinks for you both, but Frank made it painfully clear that he had no desire to be in your company tonight. You ordered your usual, an Angry Orchard with a shot of Fireball in a tall glass. The combination tasted like apple cider, but the burn in your throat was caused by liquor rather than heat. It was strong enough to get you buzzed, but not so strong that you’d be stumbling home. You swallowed half the glass in one gulp, wanting to feel the warmth in your veins boosting your confidence as quickly as possible.

“Y/N? How are you?” You turned around, eyes meeting those of Jamie, your coworker. He leaned in for a hug and you accepted somewhat reluctantly, having interacted with him only in passing.

“Hey! I’m all right. What’s up?” You smiled at him, taking another sip of your drink. Jamie was not very subtly staring at your chest. You weren’t crazy about him, but the attention felt nice, so you allowed it.

“Not much. Just happy it’s Friday, ya know?” He looked around for a moment before returning his attention to you. “You’re usually here with that mechanic dude, right?”

You stifled a laugh thinking about how Frank would react if he heard himself referred to as “dude” by this prick. “Yeah, he’s around somewhere. We’re just-“

“-Just friends?” he finished for you with a hopeful look.

You nodded in response, looking him up and down. He was no Frank, but you couldn’t deny he was handsome. It had been so long since you’d even been kissed, and though you hated to admit it, you were touch-starved. One night couldn’t hurt, could it?

Meanwhile, Frank was splashing his face with cool water. He couldn’t believe he’d fucked up so royally. He was sure you didn’t want him how he wanted you, and now he was sure it was too late to tell you how he really felt.

He knew from the moment he saw you that he’d never get you out of his head. Roberta had been talking you up to Frank for weeks, but he wanted no part of it, mumbling something about there being “a reason why no one used matchmakers anymore.” He had no choice but to make your acquaintance when he was looking for Mary, and he’d never been so happy that Roberta could say she told him so.

Later that day at the beach, Mary approached him while you were dozing on a towel in the sand. She sat on his lap and reached for his face, using her pointer fingers to turn the straight line of his mouth up into a smile. “Roberta says you have a ‘charming’ smile, Frank. We think you should use it more.” He chuckled quietly, careful not to disturb you, and pulled Mary in close, planting a wet kiss on her cheek. She grimaced at the feeling, dramatically wiping at her face until he let her go back to reading with Fred.

The sound of the jukebox starting up cut short his reverie. He had to get out there and explain himself. Frank dried his face and hands with a paper towel before smacking his cheeks and stretching his neck back and forth to each shoulder. 

Frank exited the restroom only to find some douchebag staring at your ass as you leaned over toward the bar. He saw red when the piece of shit held out his hand behind his back while his friend slipped a twenty-dollar bill into it, seemingly winning some sort of bet.

Jamie didn’t stand a chance when Frank stormed in between the two of you. “That’s IT,” he yelled, so intense he borderline bellowed. He threw whatever cash he had in his pocket on the bar to pay for your drinks before he pulled you outside, almost getting to your door while you fought against his grip. He only stopped when you spun your body around like something out of Dancing with the Stars and jumped in front of him, forcing him to catch you.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, what are y-”

“-What are YOU doing, Frank? What the fuck was that?” You put your feet back down on the ground but remained facing him, arms crossed over your chest.

He groaned in frustration, suddenly realizing he actually had no clue how to respond. “Fuck.”

You looked at him, tapping your foot in anticipation.

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” He rubbed at his temples in the way he did when he felt a headache coming on.

“And how was he looking at me, Frank? What does it matter to you?”

“He was looking at you like you were a piece of meat and I… FUCK!”

You both turned when your neighbor opened his window. “Can you kids keep it down out here?”

You waved bashfully at the old man. “Sorry, Mr. Parker,” you said in unison.

“Come inside, Frankie.” The nickname that typically made him roll his eyes at you never had sounded sweeter, now that its use confirmed you didn’t hate him for the scene he made. You both toed off your shoes at the door before you made your way into the living room, motioning for him to sit next to you on the couch when he tried to sit in the armchair across the room.

You leaned forward, pinching his chin between your thumb and forefinger. “Now what’s going on in that sun-damaged brain of yours?”

He let out a laugh so soft you almost missed it, but you were glad you didn’t. Sitting back against the arm of the couch, you pulled a pillow into your lap and hugged it, giving Frank your full attention.

Frank cleared his throat, doing his best to accept that it was now or never. “That guy was leering at you, and it pissed me off. You deserve better, Y/N.” He pried your fingers from where they were locked around the pillow to hold your hands in his.

“If you want to meet new people, that’s great. If you don’t want to be with me, that’s a little less great, but I’d understand. He didn’t even pay for your drinks. And I th-”

You covered his mouth with one of your hands, and he knitted his brows in confusion. “You’re making it sound like it’s an option to be with you.” You were in disbelief, side-eyeing him, waiting for Ashton Kutcher to announce that you were, in fact, being Punk’d. 

The corners of his mouth lifted into the soft smile he reserved for you. It was the same one he gave you whether you were on a tangent about how “Obsessed” by Mariah Carey is “the single greatest diss track of all time” or you were helping Mary put a harness and leash on Fred “just to see how he’d do” on a walk.

“For a distinguished professor, you’re kind of a dummy, Frank.” You took his face in your hands, thrilled to be feeling his stubble against your palms. Before he could talk back to you, you kissed him, unsure how you denied yourselves such a simple yet extraordinary pleasure for so long. It only took a moment for him to relax into it, his hands removing the pillow between you before finding your waist and pulling you almost into his lap.

You deepened the kiss, threading your fingers through his hair. He pulled away first, pressing his forehead to yours. “Seems like we’re both dummies, huh?” 

You were going to ask why pulled away until you looked down to see a considerable tent forming in the front of his jeans. You laughed as he pulled you into a tight hug, one arm wrapped around you while the other hand held your face against his neck.

You kissed the side of his neck softly before leaning back to look at him. “All this time? I thought you didn’t see me this way.” You held his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “You asked me to go to Ferg’s and then said I could meet other people, so I thought that was it, you know?”

He covered your hands with his and pecked your lips softly. “Honey, I thought it was the other way around. I was trying to ask you out and you looked like you’d seen a ghost.” You giggled, spluttering a bit because tears had started falling at some point. He wiped your tears away before swiping his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down a bit. “We’re fools, aren’t we?”

You nodded slowly and Frank saw something wicked flash in your eyes before you took his thumb in your mouth, sucking lightly. “Jesus, honey.” His length hardened underneath you and you could feel the wetness beginning to pool in your panties, prompting you to grind down into his lap.

You released his thumb from your mouth, pressing your chest into his before kissing him again. “I think we’re only fools if we don’t take advantage of the rest of your adult time.” You removed your dress easily, returning your hands to Frank’s shoulders to push off his shirt.

He surged forward to kiss you again, working magic with his tongue against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he picked you up, walking you into the bedroom. Placing you on the bed carefully, he removed your bra and panties before pulling off his boxers and jeans in one go. You thought you wanted him before, but now that you could see everything he’d been hiding under his baggy clothes, you didn’t see how you could ever let him leave your bedroom.

The next few minutes were spent exploring each other’s mouths while Frank stretched you with his fingers. You didn’t think you’d ever been so wet in your life and thought you might pass out if you didn’t feel him inside you immediately. You gave his cock a few strokes before sliding his head through your folds, coating him in your slick.

“Waitwaitwait, honey. Do you have a condom?”

“You don’t need one if you don’t want one. It’s okay.”

He looked like you just gave him tomorrow’s winning lotto numbers, taking a deep breath to steady himself before he looked at you again. “Oh, God. Are you sure?”

“Mhm. I wanna feel you. Make me yours?”

“Anything you want, honey, but if you change your mind, just tell me, okay?” He lined himself up, seconds shy of entering you for the first time.

“I figured if you were gonna be possessive of me tonight, you might as well take it the whole nine, Frankie.” You laughed as he let out an exasperated sigh. “Seriously, though, I’m clean, I’m on the pill, and I’ve wanted you for a long time.” You reached up to scratch lightly through his chest hair.

“The only thing I wanna hear right now is you moaning for me.” He drove into you harshly, but waited a moment for you to adjust once he was seated to the hilt. “So damn wet and tight for me, honey. You’re so perfect, so beautiful.” He kissed you again before he began to move, slowly but surely making you lose your mind.

He dipped his head down to take one nipple in his mouth, then the other, effectively shutting you up and emptying all thoughts from your head. He nipped at the swell of your breast, soothing the bite with his tongue. “Fuck, Frank, please!”

“Please what, honey?” He picked up his pace, fucking into you so vigorously you moved up the bed. “Tell me what you need.”

“Make me cum, Frank. Please, baby, I need it. Need you,” you cried, leaning up to bite into his shoulder, stifling your moans.

“I wanna hear you, Y/N. I wanna hear those pretty moans while I’m making this perfect pussy cum for me.” The combination of his filthy words and the sight of him sucking on his own fingers before rubbing at your clit sent you over the edge, making you scream his name over and over again for what felt like forever and not long enough.

You could tell he was close, his hips stuttering and losing their rhythm. He began to pull out, unsure if you were willing to let him finish inside you, but knowing he was too close to wait for an answer.

You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him close, pushing him back into you. “Fill me up, Frank. I wanna feel all of you. Please give it to me,” you whimpered. His release triggered another for you, chanting each other’s names surely loud enough for the neighbors to hear. 

He stayed inside you as you both came down from your shared high, gingerly flipping you over so he laid on his back with you on his chest. He kissed the top of your head, fingers fluttering up and down your sides. 

“What’s on your mind now, Frankie?” You looked up at him through your lashes, mildly terrified of the answer.

He looked down at you with the most adoration you’d ever seen, lifting your chin so your eyes met his in the moonlight. “That wasn’t too soon, was it? You mean so much to me and to Mary. I don’t wanna mess this up. I don’t ever wanna hurt you. You’re the best thing in my life besides Mary, you know that?”

You kissed his chest before looking back up at him, smiling. “First of all, I would argue that wasn’t soon enough.” He hissed as you clenched around his still softening cock inside you.

“You’re evil.”

Winking at him, you continued tracing patterns on his chest with your fingers. “Second, that all kinda sounds like you might be in love with me, Frank Adler.”

His hands stopped moving for a second before he responded. “Would you run away if I said I am?”

“Well, I wouldn’t run away. This is my house.” You thought your heart might explode in your chest.

“I didn’t even say it, but I take it back,” he huffed, throwing his arm over his eyes.

“What if I told you I felt the same way?”

He grinned, sitting up to kiss you feverishly on your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. You could feel him starting to harden again inside you, leading to round two of… well, you lost count.

You ate breakfast and showered together in time for Frank to return home before Mary did, agreeing to talk more later and to hold out on Roberta for a while.

Frank stood on your doorstep, leaning in to kiss you once more. All of a sudden, you heard a familiar meow and thanked God you were dressed and not in your robe.

“Frank, what are you doing here? I thought I’d come see Y/N since I’m not supposed to come home until noon.”

You bit your tongue to keep from cackling. Frank ran a hand over his face, his blissful bubble burst. He was getting you a hotel room next weekend.