#why I can't be passed the aux

[thschei]

Translation adapted from both this and this (pages 1-3)

Thanatos [Θάνατος]— He loves the living [you], just as much as he loves the dead [us] He reaps the old and the young; Poets and heroes, all equally. "Welcome to Hades!" [Καλώς ορίσατε στην ᾍδης!] You've died; you've simply died [Πήγες μόνο πήγες] Not knowing why you came here, Toyed with by the hands of fate You've died; you've simply died [Πήγες μόνο πήγες] He, with eyes that convey death, is I. The night he murders his mother, I shall go and offer my welcome And two will become one One day, You will learn that this world has no fairness— Except for him [Θ] Ruled by the ruthless goddess of destiny, This world has no fairness— Except for him [Θ] Mother [μοῖρα]… if you continue to bring forth life, And inflict pain upon those frightened children, Then… Thanatos [Θ] will— Bring salvation to the living, by bringing them death!

[endelineinwonderland]

Let The Light In: Part 2

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Words: 1,598

Pairing: Paige Bueckers/Media Manager! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Friends to enemies to lovers (but the reader doesn’t know why they’re enemies), reader is actually so in the wrong, slow burn.

“Is that Paige Bueckers?” The guy sitting next to you nudges your elbow, his eyes glued to your computer screen. 

He didn’t need to ask you to confirm that it was her, given the massive ‘5’ on her jersey and those unmistakable blonde braids. But you indulge him anyways, turning back to the screen of your laptop as if you need to double check who’s picture you’re editing, before giving him an affirmative hum and re-focusing your attention on the exposure curve that’s been giving you trouble all morning. 

Seemingly unbothered by your lackluster reply, he leans closer, letting out a sharp whistle as he gets a better view. “Damn, that’s good. You take it?” 

“All mine.” You reply hastily, reaching over to pat the camera bag next to you.

“Are you on the media team or something then?”

You just nod, casting a quick glance in his direction while his eyes stays fixated on the image of the girl on your screen until you swear you can see drool forming in the corners of his mouth. 

“You know this should go up on the posters they have around campus” he says, finally leaning back into his chair. 

It’s almost like he knows that stroking your ego is surefire way to get you to soften up. 

You turn to him, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. “If you think that you should go check them out next week. There might be a few changes you'll like.”

An impressed look passes briefly over his face before returning to a cocky smirk. “You know, you’re doing her a favor. She looks way hotter in this than the ones that are up right now.”  

Guard all the way back up, you turn to him, doing very little to hide your disgust. Without a word, you scoop up your belongings and move to another spot, eager to distance yourself far, far away from him.

Your new spot is near a window, which you’d normally avoid since you need to see your computer screen clearly while editing, and sunlight wouldn’t help with that. However, when a blonde woman walked by, hand in hand with her toddler who was clearly fighting off sleep with a blankie draped over her shoulders, you couldn't resist the urge to get as closer to the all-too-familiar scene.

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"Hey, you awake?” Paige's voice is barely audible over the soothing hum of the air conditioner. You’re half asleep, nestled comfortably beneath the blankets, and all you can manage is a low, affirmative hum in response.

"I can't sleep," she whispers again, this time poking your cheek to ensure you’re paying attention. 

"Count sheep.” 

A loud groan echoes through the bedroom as Paige turns over to face you. 

“We should do something." 

You pretend not to hear her, keeping your eyes shut. 

“Wake up, wake up, wake up” she intones, pulling the covers off your chest as she sits up in the bed. 

"Let's go for a drive."

You peek one eye open, glaring at her. "Paige I love you but, please, for the love of God, just let me sleep." She keeps her mouth shut, but you can feel her gaze on you as you pull the covers back over yourself. 

After two blissful minutes of silence, a soft "please" brings you back to consciousness. Opening your eyes fully now, you stare at her.

"Paige, I'm really tired." 

"I'll let you have the aux, and you can bring your blanket," she offers, nudging your shoulder gently, trying to coax you out of bed.

With narrowed eyes, you meet her gaze, her face is illuminated by the moonlight streaming through your open blinds. With just that one glance, any remaining sibilance of a resolve is shattered.

"An hour tops, and if I fall asleep again, you can't wake me up until we're home." 

A soft smile crosses her face. "Deal." 

Before you really know what’s happening Paige has an arm wrapped around you, practically skipping as she drags you, half asleep and wrapped in a quilt, through the parking lot to her car. She turns your seat heater on, connects your phone to the speakers, and lets you choose a playlist before pulling out onto the main road, interlocking your fingers, and letting your hands rest on the center console.

"Dude, come on, really?" she groans as your sleep playlist begins and the sounds of an artificial rainstorm flood the car. 

"I'm going back to sleep," Is all you can manage to say in your fatigued state, leaning your head against the window and shutting your eyes once again. 

You don’t wake up again until sunlight has begun to shine through the trees lining highway, urging you to peek your eyes open. The gentle shake of the car almost lulling you back to sleep before you realize where you are. 

"Paige, you've got to be kidding me," you groan out after catching a glance at the 6:45 A.M. flashing on the car’s dashboard. She looks at you briefly, a sheepish expression passing over her face. "You're awake." 

“I am.” You respond, not hiding your irritation.  “Where the hell are we, Bueckers?" You ask turning to look at her, but as your eyes briefly meet hers, a soft “Oh” escapes your lips, and suddenly, where you are doesn't matter anymore. 

With your camera, you could have captured every detail—the way the morning light seemed to dance across her blonde hair, the delicate shadows her eyelashes threw across her under-eyes, mingling with the dark circles from a restless night. She looks beautiful.

It could be the best picture you'd ever taken of her. - And if you hadn’t been so clueless and absorbed in your art, you’d probably be paying a lot more attention to the miserable expression across your best friends face instead of the light that was hitting her perfectly.

"Wait, hold still," you whisper, your tone softening as you reach for your phone and point the camera at her. “Just let me get this shot.”

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It takes a few seconds for you to dig your phone out of the bottom of your backpack where it had been left it in a now futile effort to prevent distractions. Once you find it you waste no time, opening the favorites album in your camera roll, holding up the image from that morning next to the one on your laptop. 

‘Oh’

Side by side, the pictures are nearly identical. 

Without realizing it, the two of you had recreated on of the last pictures you had taken of her before the two of you stopped talking, before she stopped talking to you. 

In this new version, a stark black backdrop replaced blurry trees seen through a car window, and artificial orange and pink lights substituted the natural sunlight. In each image, her expression remained unchanged—those firm glares and pursed lips staring back at you from both screens. A heaviness settled in your chest as you set the phone aside and shut down Lightroom.

‘I’m not doing this right now.’

It was undeniable that you still missed her, even though the two of you had barely spoken in the past year. And despite all of your friends telling you that you should be furious at her for essentially ghosting you, your feelings hadn't changed. 

Pure, unbridled misery. That’s the only way to really describe it.

The day you realized your best friend wasn’t ever going to respond to the 20+ ‘read’ texts and missed calls from your attempts to reach her was one of the worst days of your life. 

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Paige had just gotten the OK to return to campus after her ACL surgery, you had been on your way to try and visit her when Azzi had knocked on your dorm room door. 

“Oh, were you on your way out?” She had questioned, seeing your outfit and the purse in your hands. 

“I was gonna go check up on Paige I heard she was back.” Pausing before you add, “actually I’ve been meaning to ask if you had heard from her? She hasn’t gotten back to me yet and I’ve called like a million times.” You ask, forcing a chuckle to mask the stress bubbling beneath your words.

Azzi's expression hardens, her eyes avoiding yours. "Listen," she begins, her voice heavy, "that's actually what I came to talk to you about."

"Oh?" Your voice rises slightly, a mix of confusion and apprehension.

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself. "Paige doesn’t want you reaching out to her right now. She just needs to focus on getting healthy again."

"Oh." The word escapes your lips softly, tinged with hurt and disbelief, as the weight of her words settles in your chest.

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The memory fades but the unmistakable hurt is still coursing through you as you close your eyes for a moment, letting yourself breathe.

It had been a mistake to let your guard down.

“You good?”

The voice you’ve been longing to hear for the past year interrupts your thoughts, sending a familiar pang through your chest as you look up, locking eyes with the blonde, her brows raised as she looks down on you with an unreadable expression. 

[aniesvision]

sometimes (matt sturniolo x bff!reader)

warnings: dirty jokes, making out, oral, p in v, no use of y/n, just smut idk how to describe it (?) sorry if I'm missing something

a/n: hi! english is not my first language, but I really hope you like it and if anything's wrong please let me know 💜 also this is kinda long!!

synopsis: when Matt sees his best friend's boobs accidentally and he can't stop thinking about it afterwards.

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I was finishing my shower and night routine, the bathroom door half open as I slide my long t-shirt on, deciding on not wearing a bra for better comfort.

-Hey, we're about to go to Burger King, do you... -I hear Matt's voice getting louder as he gets closer to the bathroom, mindlessly pushing the door open to see me, just to accidentally be surprised by the sight of my bare breasts. -Oh, shit, sorry.

I laugh, not really caring. He was a close friend and it was an accident, and honestly it was just my boobs.

-What were you gonna ask? -I get out of the bathroom, now fully dressed, throwing my wet hair back and out of my shirt.

-I don't... remember. -He keeps staring at the wall, cheeks slightly red in embarrassment.

I smile, taking a few steps closer to him and gently rubbing his arm with my hand.

-It's fine, Matt, not a big deal, I promise. -I try to make him less awkward, witch kind of works since he looked at me again and smiled, nodding.

-Nice piercings tho. -He giggles, making me laugh and shake my head in disbelief with his comment.

Suddenly more footsteps could be heard and Chris' face appeared, he was clearly annoyed.

-What's taking so long? -He asks, looking at his brother for an answer.

This makes Matt remember his question, what he meant to do when he walked all the way over the bathroom.

-Oh, yeah, uh, do you wanna go to BK? -He asks, making me giggle a bit and nod.

-Why didn't you ask here when you got here?. -Chris asks, confused, crossing his arms and looking between me and Matt.

I could see Matt's cheeks turning red once more, making me laugh and tap his shoulder playfully, passing through him and Chris while I responded.

-He was freaking out 'cause he accidentally saw my boobs. -I explain, shrugging and taking a turn to reach the stairs to the garage.

Chris looks at Matt with his mouth shaped like an 'O' and eyes widen in shock.

-What the fuck? Did you really? -He asks his brother, letting his arms fall to his sides.

-Yeah. -Matt replies, shyly, putting his hands in his pockets.

-How did they look like? -Chris asks, again, with a playful smirk and clear curiosity. But also, to tease Matt about it. He wasn't gonna let his brother forget this moment ever happened.

-Alright, c'mon dude. -He shakes his head, pushing Chris down the stairs as his brother just laughed.

During the way in, me and Nick talked about Billie's new album and some other songs we liked.

Chris entertained himself with the songs playing, since he had aux, and Matt focused on driving most of the time.

(3rd person)

Matt was constantly fighting his thoughts, the scene of him walking in on you and accidentally seeing your boobs, the way they looked so firm, with the piercings decorating your nipples. He couldn't lie to himself, it was the most beautiful pair of boobs he has ever seen, and he was intrigued.

He didn't let things get awkward between them, still making jokes and talking normally to her, the words "she's still your best friend" repeating in his mind like a mantra.

Fortunately, Chris didn't mention what happened, witch could be a good, but also bad thing.

If he wasn't talking about it now, means he's going to trap Matt into talking later, and Matt didn't really wanted to share details on how you looked. One because he respects you, two because he knows that if he speaks his brother might wanna take a look too and he's not infatuated about the idea of Chris also being able to see them, three because he knows you for months and you never seemed to care about this stuff, at least you didn't seem to care whenever you were around them, probably because you trusted them, and he didn't want to lose your trust. Or you.

The not so healthy dinner got to an end and you were all on your way back to their house.

You were never picky when it was time to choose whose room you were going to crash in, always leaving it to the boys to decide. And Matt was quick to ask you to stay in his tonight.

Half of his mind scared of Chris asking you to stay with him, the other half scared of sharing a bed with you after what happened. And the thoughts that would go through Chris's mind, considering he knows what happened too, only makes it worse.

But you accepted it. And you didn't really mind, you love all three of them and already did shared a bed with all of them anyways.

You all say your goodnights, Nick's climbing the stairs to his room to edit a video that should be out tomorrow, Chris hugging you with a smirk that only Matt could see, making sure to kiss your cheek and yell "don't make too much noise, kids!" before disappearing.

Matt rolls his eyes at his brother's tease, pulling you by the hand with him to his room.

First it wasn't so different from all the times you've spend with him in his room. You've talked about life, games, songs, a new show you guys were both watching. There was a quick brake to brush your teeths and other night routine things, and you were now both back on his bed.

You were sitting cross-legged on the left side of his bed, plugging the charge to your phone, and he was sitting with his legs spread, mindlessly scrolling through his tiktok. The silence was comfortable, and you take a deep tired breath before letting yourself rest your head on his shoulder and watch some videos with him.

(end of 3rd person)

-Feeling sleepy yet? -He asks, with a cute smile, looking down at me and locking his screen, placing his phone on his nightstand.

-Just a bit. -I smile back, sitting upright and covering my legs with the blanket.

He lays beside me, gesturing me to do the same, so I do, and now we're both sideways facing each other.

(3rd person again)

Matt couldn't shake his thoughts away. Even now, after knowing it was possible to just act friendly and pretend nothing happened, something inside him almost screamed. It was like a gigantic need that he was battling against, the urge to just ask her to see them again. To see those, unfortunately for him, perfect boobs once more. As friends, of course. He wouldn't do anything, just stare.

He didn't say anything, how could he? But the way his eyes looked at her, so confused yet intrigued. She knows him well, something was going on in his mind and she could tell.

-What's up? -She asks, placing one hand under her head, looking at him intently.

-Nothing. -He lies, smiling, trying to forget his own mind.

But he couldn't fool her.

-You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. -She's quick to announce, gently pressing her free hand on his arm to comfort him.

She didn't want him to feel pressured or like he needed to say what was bothering him if he didn't want to share.

There's a moment when he tries to make it all seem like he was just tired, turning on the tv and off the lights. The background noise and illumination making his heart beat faster, he knows he can't just simply ignore everything, or ignore her. So, when they were almost about to just go to sleep and not even speak about it, he sighs.

-Are you sure you didn't mind what happened? I feel guilty. -He finally speaks his mind, making her head turn to look at him with a small assuring smile.

-I don't mind at all, Matt, you don't need to feel guilty, it wasn't your intention, I get it. And I mean, it was just some boobs, you probably saw lots of them throughout your life. -She shrugs, really seeming like she didn't care.

It only fuels his courage to get more into it.

-Not that many, but with piercings was a first. -He decides to keep the mood light, just on top of the friendly barrier.

-And what did you think? -She asks, with a playful smirk, finding it amusing how he was slowly starting to feel more comfortable to talk about it.

Of course she wanted to talk things through, but didn't want to be the first mentioning it.

-Looks hot. -He shrugs, like it was oh so easy for him to let these words come out his mouth.

The sound of her laughter makes him even more confident, it shows him that yes it's okay for them to talk about it, and even to make some flirtatious comments. It was almost like he forgot they're close friends with all the embarrassment from earlier.

-Well, I appreciate it. It must look good if it hurts so bad to do it. -She carelessly shove her hand under her long t-shirt, cupping one of her boobs to feel the jewelry there.

His eyes follow her hand, and for a second he wishes it was his hand there instead. It was like he couldn't stop those unfriendly thoughs. Even knowing they're just friends and he shouldn't see her like that, it was hard not to.

-When did you get them? -His question was somehow innocent, he wanted to keep the conversation going.

-Almost a year ago I guess. -She starts playing with the jewelry, moving it side to side, Matt's eyes following it, containing his body from shoving her hand away and doing it himself.

-Does it hurt when you move it? -He lifts his eyes to hers, making sure he wasn't being caught staring at her boobs.

-Nah, nothing hurts anymore, it's all good. At first it was weird, and honestly I think it's all about looks, from all I've heard it doesn't taste the best. But I mean, it does probably taste like metal, what the fuck do anyone expect?

She rambles, giggling after her small vent, her eyes finding Matt's. He had a tiny smirk on his lips, and a know-it-all face like he was about to say she just said the most obvious thing ever. But he doesn't. Instead, he decides to taste the water.

-I mean, probably yeah, but I wouldn't mind the metal taste.

His words caught her by surprise, her eyes widening just the slightly bit.

-Oh, really?

He was scared of crossing the limits. But she was also giving him open doors to flirt with her. Matt was trying to keep things slow and friendly, with a little bit of flirting, but he wasn't exactly prepared to see where things would go from here. Although, he wouldn't and couldn't stop himself. Not now, when his dick is already starting to grow hard.

His only response was to look at her with a shrug, his way of confirming it without seeming so desperate.

-Well, alright, I mean, if you ever wanna try it...

She doesn't waste any time giving him one more extremely open door, a fucking gigantic wall of opportunity. She also made it look like it wasn't a big deal, but she was clearly offering him to change things in their friendship. And he would be insanely crazy to turn it down.

-Just to know if I like it, right? -Matt smirks grow, and the way she bites her lips and nods is all he needs to cross that line.

(end of 3rd person)

Matt moves his hand to the side of my body, pulling me closer. He keeps us just mere inches apart, our breathing mixing together. He keeps his eyes on mine, his hand gently caressing my waist, before slowly lowering it to the hem of my t-shirt.

We were almost having a telepathic conversation, his eyes asking for permission and a quick nod of my head encouraging him to slide his fingers under my shirt. The coldness of his fingertips contrasting with my warm skin makes me fold my lips to prevent myself from sighning loudly.

He starts to slowly explore my skin, his fingers curiously roaming around the new territory. Matt finally makes his move by slightly brushing his fingertip on my nipple. He feels the cold jewelry, how hard my nipples were, how the piercing could easily slide side to side.

I had to close my eyes when his gaze felt too intense and I let myself sigh when I feel his hand squeezing my breasts. It only makes it easier for him to keep it going and feel free to do more.

Matt quickly take control and push me backwards on the bed, hovering over me, keeping him up by his forearm next to my face while his other hand keeps squeezing and playing with my boobs.

I open my eyes to see him in a position I've never seen before. One of my best friends on top of me, squeezing my boobs. He notices my gaze and smiles, leaning down to press gentle kisses on my neck.

It was hard to keep the loud sighs from leaving, my head immediately tilting to give him more access. It didn't take long until he was lifting my t-shirt up my chest and attacking my nipples with his mouth, a loud surprised gasp escaping my lips.

He swirled his tongue around my nipple, licked it and sucked it lightly. My hand goes to his hair, pulling him closer as I throw my head back with eyes closed and lips parted.

He keeps the assault on my nipples, leaving red and purple marks on the valley of my boobs. Matt was clearly taking his time, enjoying it. He uses his fingers to pinch my right nipple while he kitty licked the other one, ensuring a low moan from my lips.

His lips keeps pleasuring me, making me look down at him when he starts to lower his kisses to the hem of my sweatpants. I prop myself on my elbows, not knowing what to say after all that, but he doesn't wait for me, slowly slipping my pants down my ankles, giving me time to stop him if I wanted to. But I didn't.

Matt starts kissing my thighs, my breathing getting heavier with each kiss. He leaves open mouth kisses on my inner thighs, his fingers sliding under the sides of my panties, gently pushing them down.

-Fuck, you're so beautiful.

His voice was low and hoarse, making me immediately clench around nothing and bite my lips. He lean his head enough to be in the middle of my thighs, and his tongue licks a stripe from my entrance to my clit, a shaky moan escaping my lips.

I let myself lay backwards again, one of my hands gripping the sheets and the other finding it's way back to his hair.

Matt eats me out like a starved men, moving his head and feeling every single detail and spot of my pussy with his tongue. His hands are on each of my thighs, keeping me still for him. Just the sight of him in between my legs, eating me out, was enough to make me wetter.

He for sure knows what he's doing.

My moans get louder, and I can't even stop them from coming when he's this good. He tongue fucks me, sliding one of his hands down my stomach and pushing my skin up with his thumb to kitty lick my clit.

-Matt, fuck, keep going. -I moan, my eyes rolling back.

I can feel his smirk when he moves his hand under his chin and slide one finger in, continuing his movements. My knuckles are white gripping the sheets, the tug on his hair tightened and I pull him even closer, my hips bucking and rolling against his face.

-Shit, Matt! -I moan his name loudly when I feel the familiar knot on my stomach starting to form.

He increases his pace, determined to make me finish, and with my persistent moans it was easy to see that I was close. It doesn't take long for the knot to snap and I release all over his face, my juices dripping down his chin.

He rides out my orgasm, pulling his face away and looking up at me before pushing his finger out. He licks his finger clean and hovers over me again, my chest rising and falling rapidly and my half lidded eyes meeting his.

He smiles, wiping my juices out his chin with the top of his hand, his eyes moving down to my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. I could feel my own taste on his tongue.

My hands are quick to lift his shirt, the fabric soon discarded with my own clothes on the floor. Feeling his skin so close to mine was so different, yet so good. His pants were next on the floor and my hand was fast to palm his bulge. He was big, I could feel it over his boxers, it would be painful to fit.

When we were both fully naked, I let myself stare down his body. His lips curved into a smile, his hand stroking his shaft a few times before teasing my folds with his tip.

-Are you sure? -He asks, in a low voice, not stopping the teasing for a second.

-A hundred percent sure. -I nod, feeling him slide his tip in.

I gasp in pleasure and surprise, my eyes closing to focus on adjusting when he pushs all of him at once.

-Fuck, so tight. -He whispers, burying his head on my shoulder.

-Tell me when to move. -Matt's voice is quiet, like he was battling not to thrust unless I was comfortable enough.

I take my time to adjust, shifting under him to find the best position. When I finally feel ready, I give him the permission to move and he does. And, god it feels so good.

He begins to bite a few hickeys on my neck, one of his arms keeping him up and the other pulling my leg up to thrust deeper. His hand was on my thigh, keeping my leg up, and my hands were leaving bruises on his back.

His thrusts were fast and deep, hitting all the right places. He pulls away from my neck just to kiss me again, a slow and sloppy kiss that didn't match the pace of his thrusts, but made everything feel better.

-Touch yourself, sweetheart. -He orders, still with his lips against mine.

My heart skips a beat with how hot it was to hear him saying that, and I easily comply, moving one hand to rub circles on my clit.

My moans are swallowed by his kiss, the sensitivity and intensity of the situation making another orgasm build up my stomach.

-Matt, fuck, I... -I cut the kiss to warn him, his eyes finding mine.

-Go on, cum all over my cock for me.

His dirty words were enough to make me climax once more. A loud moan of his name hanging from my lips, encouraging Matt to fuck me harder and faster to ride my orgasm and reach his own.

-Fuck, where do you want me? -He asks, his voice desperate and shaky.

-In me. -I whisper, immediately feeling his hot seed filling me up.

Our foreheads were together, both of us catching our breaths. He slowly pulls out and collapses on the bed beside me. I whine when I feel our mixed cums dripping down my shaky legs.

-I'll get us cleaned. -He announced, standing and reaching for a towel.

He cleaned himself, then cleaned me up and helped me wear my clothes again, pressing a quick kiss on my forehead.

-Do you need anything? Water? Need to pee? -He asks, looking at me with attention, and I smile with the way he was so caring.

-I'll go pee, can you get us some water in the meantime?

He nods and we do exactly what we said. It's just when we lay down together again that I realize what we just did. Matt looks at me quietly, pushing a strand of hair out off my face and behind my ear.

-Matt... -I call his attention, witch he immediately granted.

-Yes, sweetheart?

-We fucked. -I tilt my head a bit, confused with my own choice of words, but he only laughed and nodded.

-Yeah, we did. -His hand slide down my waist, pulling me closer to him.

-And... uh, now what?

I went straight to the point, although my words weren't exactly good to show what I was implying. It would be okay if he said it was just it and we're just friends, but I kind of didn't want it to be just an one time thing.

-I don't know.

He also seemed confused, not sure where this would lead us.

-Are we just going to ignore it and pretend it didn't happen, or we're going to acknowledge it but keep things friendly from now on, or we'll be able to do it again someday?

I ask, and he smiles cutely, pressing a quick peck on my lips.

-I don't want to just ignore it. I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep things friendly after that, only if that's what you want, but if your willing to I'd rather continuing fucking you sometimes.

He laughs, and I couldn't help but giggle too.

-You're an idiot. But, yeah, I'd actually like that.

-Oh, so you want me to keep fucking you. -He smirks, squeezing my waist, and I laugh at him.

-Shut up, Matt. Only sometimes. -I roll my eyes, and he pulls me into another kiss.

-I'm good with that.

a/n: omg this is TERRIFYING how do you guys post this kind of stuff so normally 😭 it was fun to write but it's so scary to post, I really hope it's at least understandable lol

[abalidoth]

Replanting (Chapter 1)

[read on ao3]

When you feel the missile clip the corner of your mech's leg joint, you know it's over.

It feels like a line of white fire directly to your brain; your pain and the mech's mingling. But pain is nothing, pain is your every day. It's the immobility that terrifies you. Your mech knows before you do that the leg won't work, can't carry you back to base.

They won't send a field repair team out this far, not into enemy territory. Not even for the material outlay of the mech. You have no illusions of what would happen to you if they had to extract, but at least it would be fine, given a new pilot and allowed to keep doing its duty.

Don't think like that, it sends to you. I don't want another pilot.

You struggle a few dozen meters until the residual coolant in the leg motivators gives out and the intractable hand of physics pulls your mech to its knees. A cloud of dust billows up around you and you give up the rest of the way, mech lying on its side amid the baked earth and the scrubby bushes.

Creosote bush, the mech says. Didn't know it grew this far north.

You know it's just trying to keep you from panicking. It's not working -- you can feel your heart racing, the connection gel around you contracting in an autonomic effort to keep you from thrashing in the cockpit. Worst of all, your handler's ever present voice in your ear has gone silent.

A pilot's job is to keep its mech moving. No more and no less. You know there's no real affection from your handler, that her ministrations are part of the system, but you can't think about that sudden abandonment without a pang of grief. She should be there, she should always be there, but now there's nothing. Silence and static.

That feeling gives you a rush of adrenaline, coarser and hotter than the artificial flush the mech gives when you complete an objective, purely a product of your own withered adrenal glands. You have to get back you have to get back. You struggle to your knees, planting the mech's hands in the caliche like anchors and shoving so hard you feel something pop. (In you? In the mech? Is there a difference?)

You make it another hundred meters before you fall again, and the Caskie mech finds you, hitting you with an EMP before you can take them down with you. It lands with a jumpjet hiss in your sightline, so you're treated to the view of the alien-looking mech opening its canopy wide, two pilots getting out of the crude-looking mechanical cockpit.

---

They salvage the mech with you in it.

The pilots didn't seem to know what to do with you; you could hear from your outboard sensors that they were discussing in that strange, fluid accent how to get you out without killing you.

(You don't understand why that matters.)

Eventually, they just called for reinforcements; three heavy carriers showed up some indeterminate amount of time later. They haul your mech, pilot included, through the air on a frankly ridiculous web of heavy cables. You see the desert fade to green, canals threading through the land like veins, as you pass from the disputed zone into Union territory.

Your mech keeps a constant stream of commentary, talking about the plants that it sees, pointing out where old semi-arid forests have been restored. Its voice across the neural tunnel holds false cheer, picking up whenever you start panicking, but the enthusiasm is genuine.

Finally the carriers land at a base. It looks much like Conclave military architecture, concrete in utilitarian blocks, but you can see shining glass and chrome off in the distance, a city. They must want to keep you a ways away from civilians. You suppose that's fair.

They land you in an empty mech bay. It’s been cleared out hastily – you can see the Union mech that used to reside there off to the side, plugged into an aux power array. Your mech is not the right size, not the right shape, but a gaggle of mechanics come out anyway. They locked a restraining clamp on you at some point so you can't move, can't fight. Still, the mechanics move around you warily, like you'll snap and take them all out at any moment.

You would, in a heartbeat. Not just to get the euphoric response, but to quiet the anxiety, the feeling that you're entering a world where you don't have the tools to survive. But you can't, and a quiet part of you (or the mech) is relieved at that.

They strip your mech of all its weaponry, a harsh and hasty disassembly. You feel each removal sharply. Not physically -- mercifully, the mech has dialed down the haptic connection so it's left to suffer alone -- but in loss of potential, the closing of options. 

Finally, when everything is done and your mech is defenseless (other than being a fifteen ton vehicle) a tall woman in a labcoat comes out, flanked by guards with red cross emblems on their sleeves.

"Hello," she says. Her voice is formal, neutral. Lower than you expected, with just a hint of that singsong Cascadian accent. "Can you hear me? Or see me? We have sensitive solid-conductance microphones on the outside of your mech so we can hear you if you speak."

You know the trainings. A pilot is part of the system, part of the Conclave war engine, and cogs don't speak. Your tongue flicks idly against the suicide capsule in your back left molar. You go to press in on it.

You feel something, like a hand, guiding you away. A great wave of fear washes over you, and you know it's not yours.

Please. No.

You stop. Think a moment. 

"Hhhhh."

It's been a while since you've spoken. Just whispers in the dark with your handler, words carrying neither voice nor meaning. Your throat is dry, and you feel for a moment like it's not there. (Why would a mech have a throat?) You clear it, and try again.

"Yes. I can hear you."

She nods. "Good. I'm Dr. Mia Crane. I'm required by Cascadian Union treaty to inform you that as a prisoner of war, you have rights including food, shelter, protection from torture, and the right to ask about your other rights." She adjusts her round framed glasses. "I'm required by basic hospitality to ask you your name."

You pause. You know what names are, of course. Your handler's name is Rebecca. But that's not something pilots have. "I, uh. No?"

She blinks, a little taken aback. "Okay, well, we can work on that. Do you at least acknowledge your rights as a prisoner of war?"

This isn't going to end until you acknowledge, you feel, so you just say "Yes."

"Okay. Is there anything we need to know before we get you out of there?"

"I don't want out," you say. Your throat tightens.

You can't stay in me forever. It's okay. You'll find a way back to me.

You hear a hissing sound, and the low, sick gurgle of the connection gel draining out of your suit. Before you understand what's happening, the canopy drops open and you stagger out of the mech onto the diamond-patterned steel catwalk.

The sharp edge of disconnection, the sudden hole where there should be something inside you, keeps you off your feet. You stagger to one knee, felled as surely by shock as you had been by the missile.

The guards rush over to you and help you up. You want to fight them off but your muscles are jelly. Your head hurts.

Dr. Crane looks you over. You know she's not your handler, but you reach for the familiarity anyway, half expecting the usual routine, the ministrations that get lost in the foggy haze of post-battle euphoria. If your arms weren't being held for your own stability, you'd start opening your suit.

Instead she shines a light in your eyes and asks you to stick out your tongue, making notes on a clipboard as she goes. She puts a strip of fabric around your arm and it gets tight for a moment. "Elevated heart rate and systolic pressure, pupil dilation is beyond what I consider normal."

Your heart hammers in your ears. The smells around you -- the saccharine sweet of connection gel, your own body, something undefinable coming off the doctor, heighten to a nauseating strength. Your head hurts. "Are you going to..." You swallow. "Do you have the syringe?"

Dr. Crane tilts her head. "The syringe?"

"When the..." How do you explain this? You haven't had to explain any of this, people just know what to do. "When I'm done. Rebecca, she has the syringe, it's blue, and."

"Do you know what's in it?" she asks, gently. Too gently. The words are too soft, they smother you, it's too hard to breathe.

Your head hurts. The lights beat down.

"No, but it... she... always..."

Your head hurts.

Your head hu--

---

There are voices.

At first you don't care. You just want to go back to sleep. But there's something wrong with your bed, it's too soft. And the voices don't sound right -- that soft lilt, one you've only recently heard.

"Patient has been stable for six hours. Their heartrate is still a little funny, and I'm not sure this godawful cocktail of tramadol, modafinil, and tricyclics we pulled out of their tox panel is good for anything other than keeping them from dying of withdrawal, but we should be seeing them awake soon."

"Thanks, Dr. Chen." You recognize this voice, soft and husky -- it's Dr. Crane. "Have you figured out the... um. Mortality problem?"

"Part of it is that stimulant cocktail, I'm sure -- we haven't had the chance to pull in a full Conclave mech with pilot intact, and our field teams don't have the tools to stabilize someone as quickly as we were able to do here. But the most likely reason... false molar full of tetrodotoxin. We made sure to extract it. Carefully."

You probe the back of your mouth with a sluggish tongue. There's still a tooth there, but it feels strange. The one that had been there was artificial already, of course, but this one is much smoother, more like the rest of your teeth. Something lightens within you -- you've lost an option, sure, but maybe you were never good with options.

"Fuck," Dr. Crane says quietly. 

"That's not all," Dr. Chen says. "There's extensive neural grafts consistent with the autopsies we've performed, but... there's something weird going on with the brain activity scan. I'm not sure what the Conclave is doing to their people, but it's scary."

"Nnn. 'M not," you say.

There's a rustling around your bed. You open your eyes and blink against the sharp light a few times, and eventually the face of Dr. Crane comes into focus.

"Hey," she says. "Glad you're awake. How are you feeling?"

You have no idea how to deal with this. Never expected to be in a hospital room of all things, being treated like valuable materiel instead of ammunition. So instead of answering her question, you just repeat your previous statement. "I'm not. Person."

She gives you a look you don't really know how to read. You never had to get all that good at reading faces, but you suspect this one might be hard even if you did.

"...well. Anyway." Dr. Crane clears her throat. "You had a medical emergency when you left your mech. You mentioned something about a syringe? I assume that's part of your post-operation routine? We've got you stable now. We're going to give you about another day to rest up before we bring you in for questioning."

"Questioning?"

"You're the only Conclave pilot we've brought in alive," she says, with a twist of her mouth. "It's damn near impossible to piece together any information about Conclave technology and hierarchy. I should know -- I'm the Union's top academic expert in Conclave culture and I always feel like I'm flying blind."

That was... a lot. You just nod.

"So you said something about... not having a name? Do you have something you'd like to be called? I know you're technically a prisoner, but you're safe here. People will respect what you say you are."

She says that last part with a lot of emphasis, a particular gravity to the words, but you're not sure why. "No."

"Okay. Designation number?"

"They re-assign our numbers every week so we don't get attached to them," you say.

She says a word under her breath that you don't know, other than that your handler says it when she gets mad.

"Alright." Dr. Crane takes off her glasses and pinches the bridge of her nose. "How about I just call you "Pilot" for now?"

That's what you are, and you don't see why that's so difficult, but at least this line of questioning seems to be over when you answer yes. She promises to check on you in a while, and leaves.

---

You dream about vines.

They're all over you. You haven't seen many vines up close -- there was sparse ivy on the back of one hangar for a little while before Maintenance took care of it. But you feel you know these.

They aren't strangling you. It almost feels like a caress, like the flight suit, like Rebecca's post combat care, but not quite any of those. It's pleasant. Cool rather than warm, and calming.

There is intense pain in your arms and legs, but it doesn't bother you. It's like someone is telling you that your limbs are being shredded, but the pain isn't getting through to the part of you that cares. It's just another sensation, less pleasant than the vines but certainly not bad.

You feel things you can't explain. A name, a pull in a direction that's not physical, feelings and sounds beyond your ability to parse. They build to a crescendo, and you wake with a shout. But at the edges of your awareness, the green is still there.

---

The next morning, you're herded into a shower stall with a clean jumpsuit, a washcloth, and a bar of soap. You clean yourself off as well as you can, given the circumstances. The soap has a soft smell to it, and no grit. It almost doesn't feel like it's cleaning you at all, without the scratches.

You knock on the stall door once you're finished dressing, and the door slides back. In addition to the two guards, Dr. Crane is there. She's wearing the same white coat, but her hair is pulled back, and she looks even more tired.

Still, she manages a slight smile. "Pilot. Did you sleep well?"

"No," you say.

"Ah. Well, hopefully we can help with that tonight. In the meantime I have some questions for you."

You follow her through a maze of white corridors, lit with skylights. Your sense of direction was never the best (your mech always took care of that, you think with a twist in your gut.) You wouldn't be able to find your way back if you needed to.

She leads you to a room with two chairs, both of them plush and soft. You feel like you're sinking into it; she looks like she's perched on hers. She balances her clipboard on her knees and starts in eagerly on the questions.

There's a part of you that feels you should shut up, refuse to answer, let them finish the work they didn't let your false tooth start. But one handler's as good as another. You're a weapon, and weapons know no loyalty. So you answer -- even when the questions don't make sense, or aren't about obvious things, or are about things you've never been allowed to see.

The reactions don't really make sense to you either. You talk about some of your worst missions, and she seems sad but like she knew what was coming; you talk about your handler, and she's gripping her clipboard so hard her fingers go pale. You stop trying to understand what's going on, and try to hit the same state of unconscious action that you do on a sortie. Question, response. Question, response.

There are a few about your accommodations. They're fine, of course. You have little standard for comparison, and if she asks if you need anything else, you feel she won't leave you alone with a "no," so you ask for books. Rebecca was always reading when you were doing synch tests.

After what feels like the whole day, Dr. Crane lets you go. She doesn't ask you any questions about the haze of green starting to fade in around the corners of your vision when your mind drifts, so you don't volunteer any information.

---

The next day's meal comes with a couple of books, and Dr. Crane seems determined to find you the right reading material because every meal tray thereafter has more. There's a shelf in your room for the purpose. It was a ruse at first, but it is genuinely a better way of spending your time then staring at the wall.

There's more questions, along with a handful of medical tests, supervised by Dr. Chen. Dr. Chen's questions are even stranger than Dr. Crane's, but at least they seem satisfied with the answers given by the scans and blood draws.

A few days pass until you get a good enough feeling of the layout of the facility to know which direction the hangar is in. You occasionally see Caskie pilots in groups of twos and threes, talking and joking with each other. No handlers, no augments that you can see -- if you hadn't seen people in those same outfits walk out of their primitive looking mechs in the desert, you wouldn't believe that they were pilots at all.

All of them are coming and going in the same direction, and it's a direction that Doctor Crane and your guards never take you. So naturally, the first chance you get when both of your escorts are distracted and you have the chance, you peel off that direction and start running.

Your augments sing as you stretch your legs. They’re not like infantry augments (or so you’ve heard) and they don’t have auxiliary power – you can feel them burning away your body’s energy, energy that would normally be supplied by your mech. But your desperation fuels them just as much as your calories do, and the initial burst of speed and agility is all you need.

The facility is confusing as always, but you spot a sign that says HANGAR and get reoriented. Startled cries fly in your wake, doctors and workers and pilots confused at your frenzied speed. Something that might be an alarm and might just be lighting flashes at the corner of your vision, nearly obscured by the green.

You get lucky, and a mechanic is coming through the secured door at the checkpoint at the same time you arrive. You take advantage of her confusion and duck underneath her outstretched arm, through the door and out into the hangar bay.

It's not hard to find your mech. You remember the layout from your brief spell of consciousness after arrival, the way your mech looked so different from the rest and didn't quite fit into its space.

You pull up to a stop, wheezing from exertion, and look at it with dismay.

Your mech has been dismembered, all four limbs strewn about the bay hooked up to various pieces of testing equipment. The body itself is on a riser jack, slightly askew like there wasn't the right connector to fit it, hooked up by thick cables and patched-together connectors to the exposed limb contacts. The canopy stands open, the inside unlit but visibly cleaned of leftover connection gel.

The sight makes you sick. You hold it down, but barely; but the nausea makes it hard for you to resist when a burly mechanic comes up behind you and wrestles you to the floor.

You're not sure you would have, anyway.

By the time Dr. Crane has shown up, your face is wet with tears and snot, and your breath comes only with sobs. You're still being pinned to the ground by a mechanic, but she's not putting her full weight into it. She more or less let go when you started crying.

Dr. Crane pushes through the crowd of onlooking mechanics and kneels down in front of you. "Are you all right?" she asks.

At first, you think she's addressing the mechanic; it would be such an incongruous question to a pilot about to be terminated for insubordination. After a silence disproves that theory, you shake your head and gesture with one semi-restrained arm to the mech. "No."

"I'm sorry, pilot," she says, "but you are still a prisoner. I'm going to request the board not to restrict your access for this, given that you didn't really hurt anything -- and I'm sure they'll listen to me -- but you surely didn't think you could just get back in your mech and run away?"

"No," you say again, frustration at your own inadequate words prompting a fresh fall of tears. "It's... you're hurting it, you're..."

Things click together, things that you've always known. Feelings shared through the neural tunnel, deeply held beliefs that couldn't be kept from a pilot. You understand, now, what your mech was trying to tell you all along.

"You're hurting her."

Dr. Crane looks from you, to your mech, back to you. She goes pale.

"Are you telling me," she says quietly, "that there's an AI in your mech? A sentient AI?"

You nod. It's too late to lie, now. To protect her. The green in your vision threatens to overwhelm you. You're sorry, so, so sorry...

"A sentient AI that... we have been effectively torturing for four days. Fuck." She takes her glasses off, buries her face in her hands for a moment. "I can't believe that didn't come up during questioning."

It could have. You had avoided the topic, because you were afraid of this happening -- your greater part, torn away and experimented on because you couldn't keep her safe. You had always heard that the Union had strange beliefs about machine minds.

Dr. Crane looks around to some of the mechanics. "Anyone who was working on this mech -- did you have any idea there was a sentient AI? Any anomalous readings?"

"Some anomalies came up in the report that indicated synaptic activity in the post-0.4 Turing level," says one mechanic, nervously playing with their hair. "But everything about Conclave tech is anomalous. Kinda got buried in all the other weirdness."

"Okay." Dr. Crane sighs. "Can we get some input/output hooked up to her, please? And give her her limbs back."

One of the guards flanking her frowns. "I don't think that's a good--"

"She's a prisoner of war, Ortega. Pretty sure removing a sapient being's body parts is against something in the codes. Not to mention the First Principle."

Ortega sighs, and waves some mechanics over.

---

They don't know what connection gel is, but it doesn't matter. The sensation of her against your skin is important, but not as important as just reestablishing the connection.

Dr. Crane apparently spots your longing glances towards your mech, and takes you by the arm. When you flinch back, she holds her hands up in a defensive posture. "I'm sorry," she said. "I was just going to guide you over there again."

There's a lot of activity going on in the hangar, between the mechanics re-arming your mech and the other pilots getting suited up to react in case she tries to start killing people. (You don't think she's going to, but you suppose you can't blame them too much.) It would be a shame if your reunion with your mech got postponed because you got beaned in the head by an inattentive mechanic carrying a crysteel strut, so you offer your arm to Dr. Crane again and she guides you through.

You don't want to take too long, but you're only going to get to do this once. You run your hand over the lip where the canopy seats into the body, feel the soft seal and the framework beneath, then lift yourself up over and inside the cockpit.

There's no gel, so you can't hear her voice right away, but you know what to do. Years of drilling guide your hand to the hidden compartment with the emergency connection pads. It falls open with a clunk, the ribbon cables and connection pads jutting out in a fall like vines. One on either temple, one on either side of the chest, one on the back of each trembling hand. You're probably being watched, stared at as you have been since you broke into this hangar, but you don't care. She's here.

Hello, love.

You shudder, come apart, not in a procedural way like with your handler but in a form that shoots through to the very core of you. Untouched, but undone. You have no words for her, but you know she can feel your relief and your joy. You crumple, weeping, and run your hands over the familiar inside of the cockpit.

The green in your vision doesn’t go away, but it recontextualizes. It’s her. It’s the part of her that lives in you, a fragment within a fragment.

It's a little while, just basking in the connection, before you realize you've fallen in an uncomfortable position. Your skin, your joints, protesting their treatment. You reorganize yourself, pull yourself from the connection just long enough to get there. 

They've hooked a set of speakers up to her ports. They come to life with a spiky flare of static as she finds her voice.

"Hello," she says. You can feel her voice from inside and outside, through the tunnel and through the skin of the mech. "I am a Conclave of God Armored Forces Samson-B Light Interdiction Unit, but I would prefer if you called me Acacia."

[cherryyan49]

stay with me

an isaacwhy fic

she/her prns, uses of [name]

kinda based on the song:stay with me by miki matsubara

a/n:hii! I'm back with a slightly different vibe fic, finally smth not besties to lovers ik ik. it will be returning I'm just saying c: anyways this is just a comfort type fic, so basically all fluff so enjoy <33

* . °•★

It was rather quiet in [name's] apartment. The sun was setting, allowing the golden colors to seep through the windows, filling the room. Numerous candles were lit as she sat on her couch waiting for a text from her boyfriend. She had known Isaac, her lover, for years before realizing she was in love with him. It started out sweet and soft, marking just over six months with the label. The relationship is still soft, but you can most definitely tell you're comfortable with each other. She was bored and felt like seeing him despite him coming over just a few days ago. You looked around your living room, spotting the fresh Statice flowers he had gifted you one night. A soft smile formed on your face, glancing over at your phone from a buzz.

'I'm on my way, and we're gonna go for a little adventure, hope you're up for it :3 I'll be there in ten <3' -isaac

The girl giggled to herself, and blew out each candle around her place to get it ready. No matter how many times they've seen each other, it still sends her heart racing.

After what felt like an eternity, a knock was heard on her front door. Immediately opening it, Isaac's arms were found right around her, melting in her touch. It felt so intoxicating to him, yet not bothersome. Letting go, you had invited him in, wanting to ask where the two of you were going this lovely evening.

"It's a surprise, but it's something you love. Aside from me, obviously," he teased dramatically.

Teasing the girl was something Isaac took much pride in, to see her reactions, to see just how she'd respond to loving him. No matter how many months pass, he still cannot get over the fact that he's with you. After fighting with himself, and finding himself longing at her and everything she did, he's finally with her. Isaac can't help but smile and tease when he's with the girl, he's in fact still swooned as if it's day one.

In response [name] rolled her eyes playfully. Just because you're together does not mean you don't banter with one another, but she took the latter's word as she walked up to him. Grabbing his hands softly, she placed a gentle kiss on them and Isaac couldn't help but feel weak in the knees. How can this girl, still, have an effect on him? He giggled softly, grabbing her hands back and leading her out the door they were once at.

➶ ｡˚ °

The two of you were in his car as Isaac refused to let you get the aux on this lovely evening. He had a specific idea in mind, japanese city pop, despite her fussing she was about to play that. Isaac smiled widely and playfully winked in response at the girl in his passenger side of his car. The melodic songs played softly, filling up the car as Isaac drove to his very secret location. That was until someone wanted to banter with him once more,

"What if I recognize where we're going?," [Name] questioned as she looked out the window, trying to get something out of the guy.

But he refused to budge, "Nuh uh, if you do, just um," he paused, "–close your eyes?"

The girl laughed, causing Isaac to softly grin to himself. She shook her head but complied with the latter, and decided to push him just a bit further.

"What if I don't wanna close my eyes, mr. why?"

"Baby, I will turn this car around and take myself on this date instead," he threw his head to the side to stare at her briefly. You couldn't help but giggle proudly at your work of pushing his buttons, not in a serious way of course.

The sun was settling down more than earlier as you've reached atop a grassy empty hill. Your eyes lit up and immediately looked towards Isaac, who's finding a place to park. The area is filled with trees and beautiful greenery, looking over a majority of the city. The sight was breathtaking, making it one of your favorite spots to decompress. 

Isaac turned the music up as he rolled down all the windows so that they could enjoy a little something while sitting outside.

[Name] got out of the car and leaned on the hood of it. Joining her, Isaac pulled his girlfriend closer towards him, snaking his right arm around her waist. The atmosphere was calm and quiet, with the music softly playing as you watched the sky's color fade and bleed into one another.

"It's been so long since I've watched the sunset, Isaac" you said while taking his hand into your own.

Isaac smiled gently, "I know and I thought maybe you'd like to see it again, for fun, and with me," he replied just above a whisper. The air felt so intimate between the two of them, so surreal. [Name] leaned back to face him while smiling sweetly.

"Thank you love," she leaned back in and gave him a kiss. It was a gentle, sweet kiss, to show her appreciation for the idea. And Isaac ate every bit of it up. He loved doing things with you, simply being in the same room gives him all the joy in the world. But being sat next to you, in this atmosphere, doing something you love, made him fall twice as hard as he was before. He couldn't stop himself from smiling when he was around you as he smiled into the kiss, and placed his forehead on yours before placing a light kiss on it as well. Isaac’s eyes lingered on the way the pinks and oranges reflected on your skin, basking in the welcoming sun. If he knew that the golden hues complimented you so well, he would have done this ages ago.

Not to mention how he looks as well. His eyes were glittered and the sun rays bounced off of his brown curly hair, causing a slight blush to appear across your face. His choice of outfit didn't make the situation any better as he wore a black tank with a black short sleeved button up, opened, over it. It was one of his best fits, in your humble opinion. His skin was kissed by the setting sun, and god was he something. [Name] laid her head on Isaac's shoulder, breathing in deeply as his hands played with the hem of your shirt. Giggles were shared between the two of them, along with quiet confessions and lingering touches.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

As the sky began to darken, you got up and offered your hand out towards Isaac. Confused, he takes it and you start playfully dancing with him. Getting the hint, Isaac giggled and spun her around. Stay with me played aloud in the background as the two of you messed around. Isaac couldn't help but softly laugh as he enjoyed every second of this, dancing like you're the only ones in the world. Normally, he wouldn't be keen on dancing, especially if anyone saw, but he loved it with a certain someone. She made him feel alive in a sense, the same way he made her feel. It felt so cliché and silly, but it warmed your heart hearing him enjoy himself.

You snuck a laugh when Isaac began to sing dramatically as he swung his hips slowly with the song. It was ridiculous but it was a sight to see. He grabbed your left hand, spinning then dipping you smoothly with your free hand landing on his chest. His face was barely two inches over yours, as a rosy tint spread across his cheeks as he smiled. There was a brief pause in time, that's what it felt like at least, before he gently kissed her. It was rather more passionate than before, but it was endearing–until his stomach rumbled causing her to giggle.

"Someone's hungry," she teased as she fumbled her phone to check what time it was.

"Uh no, I'm Isaac," he joked as he was embarrassed, gaining a look in response.

"That was lame, come on I'm also hungry," she grimaced teasingly.

"Lame or not you loved it," he teased back, pointing his finger at her. 

"Oh be quiet, I'll leave you here to starve," she laughed as she pushed him into the car. Isaac laughed with her, waiting to see what else the night held for them.

*☆•° . *

a/n: I had fun writing this ngl, thought I would give yall a nice lil break from my usual. I'm not too sure how I like this style, but thought I'd try it out :P anyway I hope yall enjoyed <3

[fraudulent-cheese]

Fuck it, more TD Headcanons

Out of all the anecdotes Izzy tells about her life, about 5% are real, 50% are completely made up and 45% are taken from movies she's acted in

Harold and Gwen were 100% fans of fer.al and were friends in-game unknowingly. they only realized it when the game shut down and they both tried to find a fan emulated version

Harold's the one TD character i can see doing a Live stream that exclusively consists of her drinking and rating lemonades. For five hours

Sierra has way too much knowledge in coding websites. Girl could make the most insane ARG if she wanted

Heather still sleeps with a plushie at night because it's the closest thing she had to a friend growing up :(

Ella always has at least two or three animals trailing her, whether it be birds, small mammals, even bugs!

Speaking of which, her and Gwen bonded over their shared liking of bugs as kids :D Ella's favorite are those really fancy moths and Gwen loved centipedes!

Heather really likes Lemons. Citric acid is one of her favorite tastes period.

Staci and Anne Maria opened (and still co-own) a hair salon post canon. I mean, what's Staci gonna do with a history degree for a job anyway (and she genuinely likes doing it!)

Izzy can play the theremin!

Speaking of which, don't pass Izzy the Aux Cord. She's either going to put Horror Movie soundtracks on it or the weirdest and loudest electronic music she knows

Svetlana beats fucking everyone at Just Dance. Her dance moves are unmatched. The only one coming close is Leshawna

Scarlett likes using calculators alot. Like way too much. She uses it as a time waster. Why can't you just play Plants Vs Zombies DS like a normal person

[im-not-a-l0ser]

NPMD Headcannons ft. Will Wood.

Mostly posting this because I saw a poll that said there was a decent amount of overlap in fans, and apparently I had a lot of ideas about it.

Pete listens to Will Wood and The Tapeworms; the harder stuff that's very fast and generally very rock.

I haven't heard enough of their music to peg a favourite for him, but he likes Chemical Overreavtion/Compound Fracture.

Steph starts listening to Will Wood (and The Tapeworms) after going on a few drives with the nerds and allowing them the aux to try and win over their good graces.

Speaking if Grace's, she thinks Will Wood is like... demonic.

Ruth's fsvourite Will Wood song is Love Me, Normally. For obvious reasons.

She also favours Your Body, My Temple

Richie really like Suburbia Overture/Greeting from Mary Bell Township!/(Vampire) Culture/Love Me, Normally, because of the way it switches, and how fast it is.

Richie practices enunciation by listening to songs like Main Character that have a lot of hard sounds, like T, next to each other.

2econd 2ight 2eer (That was Fun, Goodbye) makes them each feel really confident when they listen/sing along to it, but if they all listen to it together it's just a good bop.

I haven't listened to Against the Kitchen Floor, but Ruth probably likes it.

I haven't listened to Sex, Drugs and Rock'n'Roll either, but Ziggs probably likes it. Yes, I've read the lyrics and i stand by it.

Ruth and Richie also like Will Wood and The Tapeworms, but it's not their go to. Richie listens to them more than Ruth does though.

Max thinks Will Wood and The Tapeworms music is dope (again, the rocky stuff. Idk if they have other stuff, so maybe it's all like that, but I'm just being precautious.) But has only ever heard it in passing— usually the music Richie contributes before games to help pump them up— so he has no idea what band it is, and has shit auditory processing, so he can't really look up th lyrics very easily.

(The following are michie coded, which is why they're down here)

Richie likes I/Me/Myself, out of sadness. Same with Love Me, Normally.

Maybe Against The Kitchen Floor, but I haven't heard it, I just skimmed the lyrics, so don't trust me on that.

Max first heard Will Wood (no tapeworms) when Richie put on Main Character and said that it reminded him of Max.

Max also likes Love Me, Normally, when he first hears it— when either Ruth or Richie shows it to him.

It takes him too long to understand I/Me/Myself, because he just assumed everyone was bisexual and didn't understand why gender had anything to do with anything.

After Max’s near death experience, he'll either listen to Momento Mori: the Most Important Thing in the World on repeat, or he cannot listen to it at all, and there is no in between.

Max and Richie have danced to Love Me, Normally. Very sweet and domestic. Until you get to that one part of the song, because then they make agressive eye contact and start giggling.

[rainytypology]

ATEEZ Seonghwa MBTI Analysis

- ISFJ -

An in-depth analysis of an idol's MBTI type. Based on my opinion and observations, may change later. Not an expert.

MBTI: ISFJ (Si - Fe - Ti - Ne)

Dom: Si - Introverted Sensing

A perceiving function that relies past experiences and familiarity to process info

Si likes to structure their inner and outer world, hence why Seonghwa likes everything to be clean and organized. Everything has its correct and original place; no need to change it. There was a weekly idol episode where Hwa had to watch ATEEZ clean up their mess and he had the most distraught expression.

In a way, he can be "traditional" and conformative; e.g making sure Wooyoung wouldn't cross the senior/ junior boundary when he was joking with Stray Kids' Changbin. Hwa couldn't even make casual talk with Jessi even though he was allowed to. With Si's sense of traditionalism, it's likely what made him take on a very motherly and caring role for the group. He may be the youngest in his family, but now being the oldest for ATEEZ, he probably felt it made sense to be an older brother for them. After all, older people usually watch and care for younger people.

Also his letter "The Thing called Time" is overwhelmed with Si. The way he mentions his past thoughts and feelings, his experiences and comparing them to the present is very Si. "In the past, I only felt disappointed and upset about the time that has passed, but now I think I'm at an age where I can be grateful to that time and let it go...I don't think we can stop everything from changing. Just like we can't stop the sun from setting. I think the me who used to be afraid of everything changing, is growing into a bright and cool adult thanks to TEEZ and TINY. (Seems like development of inferior Ne. Dominant Si wants things to stay familiar - even mentions his fear of change - but improvement of Ne makes him realize life is constant change and he needs to learn to adapt to it.)

Getting older is heartbreaking, but want to spend my future time more meaningfully while reminiscing about my happy times and I think should do my best in the present. (Balance of Si and Ne here)

Because time doesn't wait for us. If time waits for us, stops for us, they won't be memories, right? So think understand the words that you have to spend your time well. These days, think hope to be more mature, so that someome can lean on my heart and rest.

Have TINYS ever had these kind of concerns too? want to tell you that I'm rooting for you no matter what your concerns are. I'll always be by TINY's side. love you as always. (Last two sections are quite Fe; wanting to be relied on is so Fe)

Aux: Fe - Extroverted Feeling

A judging function that values social harmony in order to achieve a goal

Almost all his choices revolve around others. Learning to cook for the members, cleaning and organizing for them (as well as himself since Si likes routine).

His Si + Fe made him a caretaker of the group. Si + Fe makes him remember even the little things that most people wouldn't think much about, especially since Si tends to be detail oriented (I've also noticed high Si can be a bit sentimental...). E.g being extremely touched by Yunho and Yeosang when they held up him on stage when Hwa injured his rib and even cried about it. Yet it wasn't that big of a deal to Yunho.

He also acted like a counselor when Wooyoung was having his friendship issues with Yeosang and San a couple of years ago. I think the members have said Hwa is the best listener...He genuinely does seem very understanding and considerate, sometimes even asking about members how they're feeling.

 Tert: Ti - Introverted Thinking

A judging function that uses subjective thinking and logic to make the most rational decisions

In all honesty, I don't see him use it much. Although it is tertiary, a neutral spot, so it's likely why I don't really see it.

Inf: Ne Extroverted Intuition

A perceiving function that creates new ideas through connections and patterns in the environment

Seonghwa is a pretty curious person, always excited by new things. He also seems more comfortable showing more of his goofy, silly side lately. He's not as shy as he used to be.

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Other analysis:

Enneagram | Birth chart

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Kpop typology list

[afarcryfrommymain]

2, 4, 18, 34 for aphid!!

Hell yeah, thank you bestie sorry this is late

(Ask game here)

2. what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?

See, I just - I know in my heart he has shit taste. I love my boy, I really do, but he has one Playlist that's entirely too inconsistent andnhe hits shuffle, like think Father time then Bubblegum bitch then No Children. He starts dating Sharky and adds disco to it. It's a nightmare. Do not pass him the aux cord, please God.

4. How crafty/resourceful are they?

Hes pretty crafty I'd say, or at least he really seems like he is, most bunker escapes people are like "woah he's so good at escaping and getting out with minimal resources" and like- they are right, but its honestly a lot of brute force and taking stupid hits. He is good about thinking carefully, but more often than not, the conclusion is "they can't raise the alarm if they've been beaten to a pulp"

18. their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

Depends on the situation, I think. Pre-reaping, he had some reservations about killing (he's kinda neutral on lying and stealing because of how situational that shit can be) but then shit hits the fan and Jacob's whole thing happens and he's kinda okay with it now.

34. how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

Pre-bombs, it's like, "I am just some guy. Why is this happening? " he hatesss the amount of attention he's getting. He's very aware he's doing a lot of stuff but just assumes anybody would do the same in his position, so really, this isn't a big deal andohmygodpleasedontthankmeihatetalkingandyoumakealotofeyeconact

Post bomb hes very in his head about "Oh I'm a fucking monster, I am the worst person to ever exist and I need to not be near anybody because I will hurt them" and then he hurts people anyway by isolating. (Dumbass)

[thschei]

Sorry there's no eng subs of this one, translation available here on page 36

[sixteen-sugars]

Therefore, You and Me

a lost in the cloud hannibal fusion

AUX: evie- shoe

Cirrus whipped around, silence falling around them punctuated by his gasping breaths. He balled his fists,

“I gave you this,” He swept his hands around the ruined kitchen, 

“and yet you still despise me,” slamming his fists against the cabinet. Turning, He put his back against the wood and slowly slid down.

The wind seemed to be knocked out of him, hands now grasping at empty air, cat eyes looking to the sky, 

“Why not me, I can give you everything you ever wanted,”

Cirrus rose, hooked knife still gleaming with Chan-il’s blood. Lips twisted in a snarl, pearly-white snaggleteeth made for ripping jugulars. He twisted his hands through his clumping hair, pacing. Skylar backed away, like he was facing a cornered animal, his voice wavered, 

“ You wanted this, You can’t make me love you,” 

Cirrus seemed oddly at peace with Skylar’s answer, seeming to enter a glazed-state, he seemed dreamy. His eyes glinted sharp and predatory as he stilled, tensing, knuckles pushing at skin as he gripped the knife. Time seemed to stop as Cirrus stepped even closer, gritting his teeth in a facsimile of a smile,

“Oh, but I can damn sure try,”

Skylar was backed up against the kitchen island, marble jutting into his back. Cirrus walked towards him with a leisurely pace. Then his arm struck like a snake, lightning fast as it swung toward Skylar. The pain was burning and numbing at the same time. As the knife cut across his abdomen, he collapsed against Cirrus. Skylar’s eyes rolled back against his head, mouth gaping like a fish out of water. Gently, ever so gently did Cirrus embrace him. He leaned down, smearing Skylar’s neck with the blood on his face, and with the tenderness of a newlywed he whispered, voice breaking, 

“I let you in, I let you see me, and this is how repay me,”

Cirrus looked down at Skylar, pupils blown wide, “I’ll show you how god forgives” 

Skylar felt the blood gushing from his wound, like he wasn't in his own body. Everything grew fuzzy and he blacked out, collapsing into Cirrus’s arms like a puppet with its strings cut.

Earlier that day… 

Skylar opened his messages, one notification taunting him. He had left it unopened since early this morning, not wanting to deal with that right now. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself to whatever insanity Cirrus was about to rope him into. 

‘Heyyyyyy, I’m moving so I have the house to myself, and Chan-il’s coming over tonight, wanna come?’

Skylar felt his palms begin to sweat, he had to go, what if he was going to show Chan-il the pictures? He typed with a terse, 

‘yeah,,, when do you want me over?’

School seemed to pass slower, held back by the prospects of hanging out with Chan-il. To him, Cirrus was a wild card, he seemed to oscillate between being personal and friendly and glazed disdain. You could never truly tell what he was doing, a smile always held an ulterior motive, when you were talking to him you never felt truly at ease. Feeling pinned by his oppressive attention like a bug on a corkboard, to be seen and admired but also lesser.

Finally, the last bell rang for school, and it was time for going to the group study space, where he would cram and pray for a chance at his future. It was dusk when he finally finished his booklets, he dropped by his house on the way to Cirrus. On the way out the door he gave a white lie about ‘photography club stuff’ to his mother as he toed on his shoes. 

The bus ride was filled with nervous energy because he was meeting Chan-il, basically, by himself. He was feeling a sense of foreboding when thinking about Cirrus, he had to have some sort of motive, he can't just be nice. But free is the best price for food, and he knew that Cirrus was loaded, so in the worst case scenario he would get a good meal out of it. He bid a hushed thanks so the bus driver when got off at the stop, it was oddly cold that night, he shivered in his t-shirt. 

The house was bigger than he expected, the doorbell echoing from inside. Cirrus opened the door, accompanied by an ecstatic Candy, yipping and tail wagging so fast it almost blurred. “Down, Candy” Cirrus scolded, and Candy obediently sat by his feet.

Skylar fiddled with the hem of his shirt, “So, hi, when is Chan-il gonna be here?”

Cirrus tilted his head, “Oh, he’s already inside,” he gestured with a lax arm to the living room.

Sklyar shuffled through the doorway, stepping behind Cirrus to walk into the room. Chan-il was beaming from the couch, curled up, socked feet on the ottoman. “Hi, Skylar! Happy you could hang out,”

He smiled, giving a little wave as he gingerly sat down on the couch. Chan-il started his chattering as usual, “So, I saw there was a new photography exhibition, and I was wondering if you were willing to put something in for it,”

Skylar held onto his every word like usual, he was radiant, like the sun giving life and joy to everything he touched. He wished he could consume Chan-il and keep that joy forever, like his own personal sun. Just as Skylar was going to give a lackluster excuse of, ‘yeah, I just have a bunch of homework,’ Cirrus was gone, he was standing at the door. But, now it was just him and Chan-il, Skylar looked over his shoulder, but none of the doors in the hallway were ajar, “Hey, do you know where Cirrus went?” 

“Oh, I think he may be getting some stuff for dinner,”

“Ah, ok then, nevermind,”

“Anyways, what do you think of the exhibition?

“Sorry, I’m super busy…”

As he trailed off, he felt a chill up his spine, his mouth dried up. Cirrus was standing behind Chan-il, a hooked knife tucked in his palm. Cirrus, almost comically put his finger on his lips, like an adult telling a kid to be quiet because, ‘daddy’s sleeping’ Then, moving his finger across his neck, eyes zeroing in on Skylar. His blood turned to ice in his veins, his legs tensed up like a rabbit ready to run from the fox. 

“Hey, Skylar, you awake? You good?”

“Huh, yeah, I’m fine, I’m just feeling a little dizzy,”

He felt his heart was stuck between beats, paralyzed by fear. It was fight, flight, or freeze and Skylar was frozen like a statue. His hands were shaking as he pointed behind Chan-il, 

“Hey, Skylar whatcha pointing at?”

“Oh…”

Cirrus gave him a crooked grin before he pulled Chan-il off the couch by his neck, leaving him choking and gasping. 

“So, now that I have your attention,” His grin widened into something manic, just human enough not to arouse suspicion but not enough to truly be.  

“Love me, and I let him go,” his posture loosened in a facade of amiability. 

“It’s really not that hard, equivalent exchange,”

Chan-il was pleading like a pig going to slaughter, watery eyes full of fear. Skylar steeled himself, 

“Please, take the knife away from his neck, please, I’ll do whatever you want, he doesn't deserve this,”

“Oh, really? He took your precious time, that I deserve, but I can forgive him, if you do something for me, ”

With that illusion of choice, Cirrus knelt like he was a priest giving final rights, the anointing of the sick. With the gentleness of laying a toddler down to bed he put Chan-il down on the carpet. 

Skylar, thinking he was in the clear, let out a sigh of relief. Chan-il was safe, his personal pocket of sunshine was safe. He heard Cirrus let out a shaky breath, 

“ Shit , this is great,”

With no fanfare, Cirrus ripped the knife through Chan-il’s throat, splattering the walls and floor with crimson. Skylar felt the wet drops of blood on his cheek like spring rain. He didn't notice he was crying, dry tremors wracking his body. 

“Why, he is innocent ”

Skylar tried to run to the kitchen, maybe he could get to the landline, call the police, anything. But, Cirrus followed behind him like a shadow, panting, 

“He is not innocent, that trash, took your time and attention, when I know, it's worth so much more,”

“I get to choose how I spend my time, I didn't care as much for you at that time,”

Cirrus screamed, grabbing Skylar’s arm and caging him against the kitchen table, 

“I don't wanna care what you feel,” Cirrus grabbed his shirt and twisted, “ This, this stupid organ,”

“See, your own heart is telling you not to do this, I can learn to love you, just not right now,”

“But, why can't I ever have the things I truly want? My mom died, and her replacements were shallow and vapid, and you,” Cirrus’s eyes were welling with almost shed tears, 

“ You , can’t even love me”

Cirrus’s human suit cracked, and the shards were falling with his wheezing sobs. 

“But since you can't give me what I truly want, I’ll take the next best thing,”

He wiped the blood off of his face with the back of his hand, fingers loosely grasped the knife as he exhaled, 

At the neighbors house… 

“Dear, should we call a noise complaint?”

Emily hummed, 

“No, we were about to go out anyways, lets those boys have their fun, you did the same thing too, scary movies are a teenage staple”

Her wife hummed, 

“Yeah, maybe we should check on them, just in case,”

Emily rose from her sprawl on the couch and adjusted her outfit for their friday night pizza date, 

“Ready when you are,”

The couple called a cab, and went to check on the assumed sleepover, Emily went to knock on the door. But, before her hand could hit the wood, a young man opened the door, a pleasant smile on his face, like he was meeting an old friend. Emily screamed, 

“What, who's blood is that,” 

She looked around for anybody besides her and this psycho, but her wife was already at the curb with the cab. As a last resort she took out her phone so she could dial 1-1-2, her hands shaking with adrenaline. Then, she looked up and the boy was gone. 

[magbld]

#3 entry

I'm slowly trying to heal. I wonder how long it'll take till my feelings aren't as intense. I'm afraid that I'll lose these feelings for you, but I should, right? It makes me sad that things turned out so sad for us (sort of), you'll make your cake--I'm sure. I worked today, it was a 3 hour morning shift. I pretty much did the same thing I usually do just stock. You were on my mind the whole time. You usually were on my mind the whole time when I worked anyways just in a different context. I didn't talk much today at work; honestly, I just couldn't find the energy to do it. I called my team leader a tyrant and that we should perform a mutiny against him (jokingly). It was funny for me at least. Afterwards I went home and showered, it felt good. a nice steam shower that I thought would supposedly clear my head! It didn't though LOL. Things will change of course, nothing lasts forever! Time will pass. Afterwards I sat down on the couch and my family now knows we are broken up. although it was hard trying to explain it, but I don't feel like explaining it much. They don't need to know, they weren't involved much anyways. Me and my friend then went around to buy our skiing gear. Honestly, his car is dirty LOL. Can't really blame a 19 year old dude with his first car though. The whole time I was aux and I don't think I ever told you but whenever I had aux I would play shit for fun to fuck with people. You wouldn't get it but I played dumb songs like SAO theme, Saiyan walk, and fart noises, (very niche). It made me laugh. We went to the mall, and explored our options. Why is skiing gear so expensive what the fuck? We went to those expensive shops for software engineers who boulder and hike that got money to spend. We were not spending 200+ dollars on some fucking snow pants ! LOL. Well we searched then gave up and went to Walmart. We bought youth (14-16) snow pants for 18 dollars. Fast fashion >>>>. Thank god we have fast fashion! I jokingly told him let's go get pedicures if they were less than 40$ -- I'd pay for both. We laughed. Afterwards we went to get some bourbon st. It's supar good! supar yummy. He had no beverage and I kept talking about how perched he must be (he bought water). Now I'm just at home laying in bed, I texted you about our comp sci grades. maybe I just wanted to talk to you for a bit. I miss the girl I was in love with. I still love her. It's only been two or so days and yet I miss you so much. I didn't cry today but who knows what'll happen tonight. I hope you're doing well recently. Eat good! and treat yourself well or at least how you think I would've treated you when you were down. You talked about how you just want to ignore it but it saddened me hearing that. Ignoring our relationship kind of hurts! Just a little at least. Who knows how's that making you feel though. I wouldn't. We can still talk till you have closure. I'll miss you still. It's like grieving for someone who I've lost! like a passing partner.

[screenwritinggym]

Chill Sentenza - Info utile STUNT-DOUBLE - Passe le message à toutes les femmes qui veulent coucher avec Black Putin.

Read in english:

Voici un article sur les Stunt-Doubles à Hollywood, click le lien: https://people.com/movies/actors-and-their-stunt-doubles-photos/

1- Tyson Beckford serves as my stunt-double for various sex scenes with my many wives.

2- King Keto a.k.a. Brandon Carter serves as my stunt-double for various sex scenes with my many wives.

3- Ray J serves as my stunt-double for various sex scenes with my many wives.

Three stunt-doubles, these three men are showcasing a remarkable talent in replicating daring actions in sex scenes in Vegas hotels. In their downtime, they frequent a Vegas hotel, enjoying their passion for sex in hotels and connecting with women who share their enthusiasm. Their adventurous spirit extends beyond the adrenaline of stunts, finding thrill in engaging with hot women like-minded individuals in the vibrant atmosphere of Las Vegas hotels.

Voici les photos qui prouve que Tyson Beckford baise Tracey Edmonds à Las Vegas hôtel. Click sur le lien.

21st December - Here is proof of Tyson in Vegas hotel, click the link 1: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1ILn8yvNkb/?hl=fr

21st December Link 2: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1IP6sGSCCD/?hl=fr

20th December - Here is proof of Tracey in Vegas hotel, click the link: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1FPm1xJ9Qq/?hl=fr

You can see the proof, Tracey and Tyson were in Vegas at the same time. Now You See Them clearly.

Did you notice that Tyson is living in a Vegas hotel now? Oh, yeah, it's his home now, he is fuckin' 24/7 - 365, the hottest women in the world are visiting him in that hotel in Vegas.

Lucky man, Tyson is a lucky man!!

I also forgot to mention, I have chosen a second stunt-double, and his name is King Keto, click on his IG: https://www.instagram.com/kingketo

Did you know that King Keto is my second choice for stunt-double?

Did you know that Ray J is my third choice for stunt-double?

I have chosen King Keto & Ray J because we all know that Tyson Beckford can't fuck all the women alone, that's why I made a deal with King Keto & Ray J to help out as my second and third stunt-doubles, they will fuck all the women that Tyson can't, basically they fuck the women that have been rejected by Tyson, you get it? It's a very simple system that keeps all the women in my life satisfied. And meanwhile, I'm sitting here watching netflix and eating junk food, life is good, I can't complain. I keep my women satisfied, they are all fucking these three stunt-doubles:

1- Tyson Beckford. IG: https://www.instagram.com/tysoncbeckford

2- King Keto a.k.a. Brandon Carter. IG: https://www.instagram.com/kingketo

3- Ray J IG: https://www.instagram.com/rayj/

Passe le message à toutes les femmes en France qui veulent coucher avec moi, elles pourront coucher avec Tyson Beckford et King Keto et Ray J, c'est eux qui feront le travail de niquer les femmes françaises à ma place. Ce sont mes remplaçants.

N'oublie pas de passer le message à:

1- Laetitia Casta

2- Mélanie Laurent

3- Sophie Marceau

4- Léa Seydoux

5- Audrey Fleurot

6- Shy'm, de son vrai nom Tamara Marthe

À toutes les femmes en France, je vous informe que je ne pourrai malheureusement pas être présent lors de nos séances de sexe dans les hôtels en France. Cependant, vous pourrez compter sur la présence de trois hommes qui me remplaceront et participeront aux activités sportives en chambre à ma place, le sexe dans les hôtels de Paris.

Ils vont satisfaire les besoins de toutes les femmes en France. Ces hommes vont s'engager dans l'exercice physique de façon méticuleuse, comme s'ils travaillaient à la chaîne dans une usine, une installation spécialement conçue pour la pratique d'un sport de haut niveau, le sport en chambre.😂

On nous le répète assez au quotidien : pratiquer une activité physique régulière est bon pour la santé. Bonne nouvelle, comme l'indique son surnom de "sport en chambre", le sexe peut tout à fait être considéré comme une activité physique. Aussi, les médecins sont nombreux à confirmer que faire l'amour améliore non seulement la condition physique mais aussi la santé !

Sommeil, muscles, cerveau, humeur... Avoir une sexualité active apporte de nombreux bienfaits à notre organisme.

Merci et Bonne continuation les amis.

P.S:

Voici la page wiki de Stunt-Double, click sur le lien:

[uygmoeb]

TxT on a road trip!

pairing:: txt x gn!reader

genre:: fluff // also ot5 as your best friend group at the bottom!!

notes:: in honor of the trip i’m going on i made these 💕 once again.. i did not proofread

Yeonjun::

can drive and would

told you to take a nap so you did

when you woke up he looked so tired but he told you he didn't mind

and that he didn't want to wake you up when you looked so peaceful

stayed awake the whole time with you though

was also in control of the aux the whole time

and you didn't argue, because his music taste? damn near impeccable

sang and rapped along with you

also sang songs to you

like the sappiest of love songs he could find

and it made you giggle as you listened

Soobin::

can drive but wouldn't even offer

when you mentioned it, he pouted

"but y/n... you know what happened the last time i was driving"

he was right, you did know

so you let it rest as you looked at his cute little pout

"we can stop if you need to though!"

was so supportive and tried to stay awake

held your hand in his lap as he slept

when you did stop for snacks and gas

he got you all the snacks he knew you liked

then proceeded to feed them to you as you continued driving

Beomgyu::

can't drive but wanted to soo bad

complained about you not letting him drive for so long

kissed you every time you came to a stop

and pouted if you didn't give him one

he sang and danced in the most distracting way possible

he realized y'all's lives were in your hands right?

when you did almost get into an accident because of it, he teased you

"yah y/n! you saw that car right?"

"don't forget you've got precious cargo!"

"i don't wanna die in this car!!"

you groaned and gave him the aux to shut him up

but it was back to dancing and singing for him with a shit eating grin on his face

though he did calm down quite a bit, he didn't actually wanna die

Taehyun::

can't drive and didn't even want to try

was fully content to put his trust in you

like yeonjun, he stayed awake the whole time with you

you two passed the aux back and forth

and when it was his turn, he serenaded you almost every time

it was so sweet and melted your heart

the chillest passenger you've ever had honestly

didn't complain over your slip-ups and helped you with directions

even opened your snacks and drinks for you

when you both ran out of music to play, he talked with you for hours

who knew cars were such good places for deep conversation with your lover?

Hueningkai::

can drive and did, for like 5 seconds

he was so excited about it too, finally someone letting him drive? unheard of

the last straw was when he almost ran y'all off the road

"kai, i love you so much... but please pull over and let me drive."

looked like he was going to cry as he got out of the car

so you hugged him and told him it was alright

you let him have aux to cheer him up

also gave him snacks

and you got a front row seat to the "kai kamal huening show"

he made you laugh but did his best to not be too distracting

and he absolutely got food all over your car

he helped you clean it up after so all was forgiven

ot5::

ofc beomgyu was late and when he did get there, fought over shot-gun with soobin

to which soobin pulled the hyung card

honestly? the most stressful drive of your life

all of them fought over aux

and then proceeded to fight over snack choices

and who got to sit by who

got a little bit better once you started driving

taehyun was giving you directions all the way from the back

while beomgyu teased you when you made the one wrong turn of the day

silently wondering why tf you planned a trip with them

especially when it somehow got turned into a karaoke night??

so loud, so so loud

nobody was even trying to stay on key or in time

you really were hoping somebody was recording that too

soobin did luckily, and took all the good pictures too

you didn't think hueningkai would be the most chill, but somehow he was

mostly just talked to taehyun and slept

yeonjun tho? so loud with beomgyu next to him

they just could Not let it rest

thanked the lord when it was over and you could breathe again

best memories of your life on the trip though, so you'd definitely do that again

just maybe with a different seating arrangement

[deexchanel]

Overprotective

Word Count: 1,629

Pairing: Avengers x BlackFem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, Fighting, Angst, and Fluff maybe? I can’t really describe it.

Summary: Y/N is the adopted daughter of Howard and Maria Stark. She goes to school with all her siblings and today seems different than other days.

A/N: This is basically their outfits, it gives private schools vibes. Everyone last name will be their last name and Stark. Thank you for reading.😘

Y/N was the last to be adopted by the Starks. The couple fell in love when they saw her at the adoption center. They were the best parents to Y/N, giving her unconditional love. “Mom? I can’t find my skirt!” Natasha yelled from upstairs, throwing random skirts behind her. Y/N walked out of the bathroom, brushing her hair. "It's downstairs Nat, Mom steamed it this morning."

"Thanks, sis." Natasha rushed out of the room, downstairs. Y/N and Natasha shared a room while Steve and Bucky shared a room. Thor and Loki shared a room across the hall from Tony and Clint's room. "Tony do you have my mousse? My hair is frizzy." Y/N knocked against his door. Those two were always the last ones to get dressed which sometimes made everyone late. "It's actually mine, you used all of yours last week Y/N. I know your hair is that damn frizzy all the time." Tony opened the door holding the can.

"Mind your business bro."Y/N flipped him off taking the can out of his hand.

"Y/N? Tony? Come on. You guys are going to be late!" Maria yelled up the stairs. Everyone else was around the table eating except them. 5 minutes later Y/N and Tony were at the table with the rest of the family. They had about 15 minutes before it was time to go.

Maria placed waffles and cheese eggs on their plates when they sat down. Natasha played on her phone, "Y/N got dress coded again Mom." Y/N glared at Natasha for bringing that up. Thor sloppily ate on his waffles getting syrup on his face.

"Y/N did you change your clothes when we got to school yesterday? This is the third time this week that you've got dressed coded."

Maria sat down her fork. "Thor cleans your mouth and he's right Y/N. This is the third time. Do I need to clean out your closet or something? I don't want this to happen again."

"No mom, they always say something to me for no reason. I can't help it if I'm thick." Y/N rolled her eyes, smoothing out her skirt. "Plus it's their fault for making this little skirt a part of the uniform."

"Clint pass me some more orange juice?" Loki asked not taking his eyes off his book. "Okay." Clint slid it towards him.

"Do we need to come up to the school?" Howard sat down his newspaper. His children instantly spoke up in protest. "No!"

It was bad enough that people at their school knew who their parents were. Them coming there was going to make it worse than it was. The kids just wanted a normal school year. "It's fine Dad. Steve will talk to them." Bucky reassured getting up from the table so he could place his plate in the sink.

Steve wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Yeah, I will. There wouldn't be no need for you guys to make an appearance at the school."

"Alright then. I love each and every one of you guys. Have a good day at school and drive safe." Howard checked his watch then stood up. He was always the first one to leave the house for work. That was an indication that it was time for everyone to leave.

Y/N and everyone else got up from the table grabbing their bookbags that were beside the door. "Steve I'm riding with you." Y/N smiled knowing that he was going to give her the aux.

"Alright. Let's go." Steve held the front door open for her. Y/N did a happy skip towards his car. Loki, Clint, Natasha, Steve, Bucky, and Tony were all seniors so their early graduation present was a car. They each had different after-school activities sometimes is why they rode in separate vehicles and since Y/N was only a junior she had to catch rides with either one of them.

Y/N laughed at Steve belt out the lyrics to Work by Rihanna and Drake. "I haffi work, work, work, work, work, work."

"Sing it, Steve!!"

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The day progressed by and now it was a couple minutes before lunch period. Y/N wrote down the last little bit of notes then closed her tablet. The teacher was done teaching so now the students could talk amongst themselves. In this class block, she didn't have any friends. The boys were too full of themselves and the girls were straight-up bitches.

"Y/N right?" Jenn sat down on the desk in front of her. Y/N knew it was going to be some foolishness coming out of her mouth.

"Yeah."

"So everyone here wants to know how did you get adopted by the Starks?" Jenn leaned forward on the desk and Y/N sat back because she was starting to be in her personal space.

"How do you know about that?"

"Word around here travel fast. So what? They needed a maid or they just felt bad? There has to be a reason why they adopted you because you are a little too dark for them just to want to adopt you."

Y/N tilts her head a bit. 'I know this bitch did not.' She thought to herself.

"Jenn I'm going to let you think about that dumb ass shit you just said."

Jenn let out a fake laugh. "What I said wasn't dumb. Everyone wants to know."

"Well everyone can kiss my ass. I don't owe anyone an explanation. You know what? girl get out of my damn face before I get disrespectful on your ass." Y/N huffed throwing her hair over her shoulder. The bell ring and Y/N instantly got up leaving the room with her packed bookbag.

Relief flooded through her veins seeing her siblings sitting at their usual table. At this point, Y/N was ready to go home. "Hey, guys." They greeted except Clint who grunted because his mouth was filled with food.

"How's your day so far?" Loki looked at Y/N while he bit into his sandwich. Y/N stirred her mac and cheese that was in a plastic container.

"It's been okay. Not all that."

“Can I have some of your burgers?” Steve asked Tony who nodded his head, tearing off a piece of his burger placing it on his napkin. The siblings talk amongst themselves, enjoying the little time they had together.

A football player, Jaxon slid his plate which held his leftovers from lunch on the table in front of Y/N. “You’re going to need it when they dump your ass on the street. Maid girl.” Normally Y/N would be strong but this one really hurt.

Thor stood up with a scowl on his face. “The fuck you just say?” Bucky stood up, shoving the football player a bit.

“What the hell make you think you can speak to my sister like that?!”

Steve, Clint, Loki, and Tony stood up with anger written on their faces. More football players walked over for Jaxon’s backup. Both Y/N and Natasha sat there with disbelief on their faces.

“ We know you use your ‘sister’ as a maid. You don’t have to lie. That’s what her people are for.” Jaxon laughed crossing his arms. Steve stepped forward.

“You don’t know what you’re talking Jaxon so I’ll advise you to shut up.”

“Watch how you talk about my sister pretty boy.” Tony snarled clenching his fist.

“Or What Stark? You’re going to get your rich daddy to sue me? Just tell-” Loki pulled his fist back punching the shit out of Jaxon. It turned into a big brawl between the guys. Y/N couldn’t do anything but watch with tears clouding her eyes.

Words hurt and she couldn’t help but think that the only reason why her parents adopted her was that they felt bad. “Let’s get you out of here,” Natasha whispered placing her arm around Y/N’s shoulder. The two ended up in the office so Y/N could tell her side of the story.

20 minutes later Clint walked into the office with a bandaid over his eyebrow. “Hey Y/N, Natasha. Are you guys okay? Have either of you got in contact with mom and dad?”

Natasha kissed his cheek, “We’re okay and No I haven’t.”

“I haven’t either.” Y/N fumbled with her fingers. “Are you and the boys okay? I didn’t mean for this to happen. I had everything under control.”

“Sure you did Y/N but we’re fine. What he said was wrong. I wasn’t going to let him continue to do it.” Clint furrowed his eyebrows.

The principal cut their conversation short bringing them into the office. The boys had 2 days of detention while Jaxon and his crew had a week's suspension. Y/N walked out of the office seeing Loki coming towards it. She ran towards him giving Loki a big hug.

“You okay little sis?”

“I’m okay Loki. You didn’t have to do that for me. I could’ve handled it.”

He gave her a hug, “Y/N I know you handle everything else but he was out of pocket and I solved the problem.”

“I understand but I can’t help to think.” Y/N bit her lips to keep the tears from falling. “Did mom and dad only adopt me because... because they felt bad?”

Loki took his sister into his arms, as she starts to cry. “Y/N don’t let them get inside your mind. It’s nonsense they're speaking of. Mom and Dad chose you because one look at little Y/N brightened up their life. You’re the best daughter they could ever ask for. They wouldn’t replace you for anything and I wouldn’t let them. I’m very overprotective of you Y/N. You aren’t going anywhere.”

Y/N closed her eyes hugging Loki tighter, she was terrified to let him go. He sighs kissing her head.

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I'm posting this and a Tony one shot in like 2 seconds, sooo enjoy these for the weekend 😁

stay slutty my friends.

[blackwolfqueenzz]

BOY STOP PLAYING

✨ Chapter 1✨

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👨🏻‍🦳Two Hoes in this house👸🏾

BlueeyedStripperPole💰💸💵

(GojoSatoru)

Come with me to pick megumi

He said he found it

Read

12:00pm

Dragon baddie🔥🐲

(Y/n)

Who the fuck you call a Bitch

Nigga I'm trying to sleep and

Why can't you do it yo self

12:01pm

Are you really outside my house blasting

Nicki Minaj Boss Ass Bitch with a damn

Boombox!!

Gojo screamed out strumming a random ass guitar outside house

"I love you BITCH

I ain't Gon EVER stop loving you...BITCH"

👨🏻‍🦳🕺🏻😎😜💦🎸🎶

BlueeyedStripperPole💰💸💵

Noooo but did you love my song it

took me two week to make 🥺♥️

And also I'm inside your house and

I'm totally not in your refrigerator

eating some Banana pudding and PeachCobbler with Vanilla ice cream

🤤🤫👀

Dragon baddie🔥🐲

You know you got that 'song' from a meme right that I sent you

How you get in my house! Nvm don't answer

that .... Let me get ready and stop eating

my food nigga

BlueeyedStripperPole💰💸💵

Oh come on you can't let me have this one and

No promise bestie 😜🤫

12:17pm

BlueeyedStripperPole💰💸💵 signed out

Dragon baddie🔥🐲 signed out

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Y/n's Room

'I can't with him'

I groaned walking to my walk closet and taking out a badass outfit knowing going with Gojo there's always danger. I head to my bathroom doing my Morning routine (Shit, Shower and Shave)

Y/n's bathroom

I put on my outfit looking in the mirror, Bad Bitch.

Y/n's Outfit

And head to kitchen seeing Gojo continue EATING MY DAMN FOOD!!

"GOJO What did I say" I rolled my eyes. Gojo quickly shoved a large scoop of ice cream in his mouth before putting the half empty carton back in the freezer.

"My bad Momma love the outfit by the way" h winked, licking his lips from the ice cream.👀😜

"Um......Chile anyways...You paying for my food nigga.... Let's go before Megumi get killed or something"

"Anything for you Momma" Gojo smirked. I grabbed my keys and pushed Gojo out of my house.

Gojo's Car

We hopped in Gojo's car a d Gojo passed the aux cord. We started singing and dancing to Megan The Stallion 'Body' and 'Cry Baby' ft DaBaby.

✨Time Skip✨

"Under Jujutsu Regulations, Itadori Yuji, I will exorcise you as a curse!" Megumi yelled.

"Wait, Really, I'm just fine!"

"More importantly you and I are both pretty beat up"

"Let's go to a hospital" the pink haired boy calmly surrendering.

Megumi cursed at himself not knowing what to do.

"Whats the situation?" Gojo appear besides his student with bags.

"Gojo-Sensei!? Why are you here"

"I wasn't planning on coming this blind rat held me hostage oh and hi Megthestallion" I shouted, sitting on the edge of the building looking over my shoulder.

"That's not my name Y/n" 😶🙄

"Man you're roughed up..... I should show the second years..... Face this way" Gojo pulled out his phone started flashing his camera at him.

"Gojo leave him alone" I laughed and walked over the boys.

"The higher ups wouldn't shut up with a special-grade curse object gone missing... So did you find it?" Gojo sending the pictures and looked up at Megumi.

"Um Sorry but I ate it" Yuuji slowly raised his hand.

"For Real"

"Niggga What"

Gojo and I looked at him like,

"Can you swap out with Sukuna?"

"Oh.... Yeah, I think I can do that"

"Then give us ten seconds and Once ten seconds are up, come back to us" Gojo started to stretch.

'Oh Shit here we go again' I pulled out my Snapchat/and Camera

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