#THE LAST PART NOOOOOO

[simplyreveries]

I ADORE YOUR WRITING!!

what about a reader who’s unknowingly flirting with the twst wonderland cast (specifically savanclaw, octanaville and diasomnia) because of culture differences and species differences?

e.g petting their ears, giving them gifts, smiling with teeth (bc for moray eels that’s how they mate 👀)

OR fem reader who has her period and some of the twst students can smell it I LITERALLY HAD A NIGHTMARE ABOUT THIS 😭😭😭😭

OMLL I APPRECIATE ITTT!!! sorry for the wait!!! i chose some from each dorm bc of my character limit btw!!

azul ashengrotto

despite how much azul continues to do his best to learn about life on land… relationships are certainly difficult for him to understand sometimes considering how long he has spent his life in the sea and though there are many similarities between merpeople… there are still some differences. once azul is rather close to you he does become unintentionally— clingy with you. (when you two officially get together that's another story) but he has a habit of wanting to lean close to you or have a hand on you in some way, like on the small of your back when showing you something in the mostro lounge.

so needless to say, he is in love with any sort of touch from you he takes that as some sort of hope and sign that you reciprocate how he feels haha. jade and floyd tease him ALL the time about it especially when he was struggling to keep his cool-headed composure after you once gave him a hug after he did something to help you once.

like I've said azul really doesn't think about it or even try to be this way around you he just does aljdfajdkhf. he’ll feel like a smitten fool as he sits in the vip lounge as he's doing papers and just think about how you playfully linked your arm around his to bring him somewhere. small things like that are actually quite big to him when it comes down to the differences.

jade leech

he's aware you probably don't know that you're unknowingly flirting with him, but he finds it amusing and plays along with you, nevertheless. he thinks it's cute that you don't know and all the more enticing, you’ll find him chuckling, trying to hide his grin with his gloved hand “oh my, I didn't know you liked me that much fufu” he’d say. you can't help but feel confused as to what he finds so interesting… like you literally just yawned.

it'll take him a while to actually tell you what it means since he finds the obliviousness to be quite cute. you only put two and two together when he tells floyd about what you did right in front of him and the two laugh about it. now you've got floyd teasing u about it..

like azul he is a little more affectionate just in a different more. in a less obvious fashion, though there definitely have been a few occasions where he likes to bring your hand to his lips and see your reaction, he finds it so amusing. he always has his teethy grin plastered on his face.

leona kingscholar

he hates the way he can always tell when you're wearing cologne or perfume and he hates that he likes it as well, he may or may not be a bit addicted to your scent. he literally can tell if you're near just because he knows the damn fragrance you use.

if you two are particuarly close... like him falling asleep around you and such. if you happen to pet his head and his ears, he immediately shoots you this look then mumbles something before being too tired to do anything about it or give you some retort. he just lets it happen... he does enjoy it anyway. slowly he kinda doesnt realize how clingy he can get with you because of it. he becomes a little needy and wanting more attention from you. he cant help it.... i mean you basically just showed him that you're fine with it anyways.

leona seems to be someone who can get pretty possessive, unintentionally too over you. kind of territorial, like if you're someone he has eyes for then he doesn't expect others to really get in the way of that.

malleus draonica

malleus is not only a fae but a pretty sheltered one too, I’d think he’d take almost anything from you as a sign of you being completely infatuated with him as he is with you. you could offer split your ice cream or invite him out somewhere, show any sort of interest in him as he talks about gargoyles as he’s doing single club activities. the one time you asked curiously and wanted to touch his horns, he’d be searching for the loveliest jewel to bestow you for your wedding day.

speaking of jewels… he gifts to you a lot especially after you give him anything first (it could be a cool rock you found) and he’d be so smitten and glad to reciprocate that by giving you earrings, rings, necklaces etc. and when you accept them even though you're not exactly fully understanding why he takes it even more as a sign of you accepting his advances.

after taking any of your little acts of being somewhat kind to him and he’s already so deeply into you, lilia would certainly be someone who hears just all about it. i think he would only feel happy for malleus, as it appears he must’ve found the right one. he is just supportive of malleus and is simply overjoyed to know he has some little human that makes him so happy.

lilia vanrouge

he has lived long enough and in different places to understands human courting's and more so than someone like malleus. he knows how different it is, trust me he is fully aware, but he thinks it's amusing. lilia pretends to take it the wrong way and watch you get all confused, when he's just being playful.

just cant help that he finds it so adorable when you unknowingly show him affections as a fae would in his culture. even just being slightly affectionate with him is enough to have him giggling and warning you to be careful to what fae you do that to. they do tend to take very kindly towards any affections and gifts!

lilia will straight up tell you though too, you could gift him and give him something neat you found or made, and he'd look up at you with a stupid grin like "kfufu... i accept your love, dear" NO???. he still holds onto anything from you with the utmost joy.

#twst #twst x reader #disney twst #twisted wonderland x reader #THE LAST PART NOOOOOO #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #malleus draconia #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade x reader #jade leech x reader #leona x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader

[michaelwavemichaelwave]

Sometimes I forget Lisa's name. But that's ok because she doesn't remember she was on supernatural either.

#they'll be back right? #They'll be back right??? #If Dean asked her #she would've said no #And I'm like #don't you think that's a tad problematic??? #NOOOOOO #DEAN TOOK AWAY LISA'S AUTONOMY OVER HER LIFE #we all know that Dean is over protective like that and he ment it well #BUT IT WAS FUCKED UP AND IT'S NEVER ADDRESSED AGAIN #He was important he her and like #she called it #i'm so mad at Dean for having Cas erase her memories #sure erase the part where she got possessed #BUT AN ENTIRE YEAR OF HER LIFE PLUS WHATEVER THEY HAD BEFORE?! #It was completely wrong to erase her memories without consulting her #what the fuck?! #I was rewatching this episode with my brother last night #🙃 #no #that's the last we see of them #Lisa spends like 8 years waiting for Dean to come back or something? #And then how do her memories fill in? #it's so fucked #and my brother was like it was what was best for themthe best year of her life" did she just forget it all? #it's cruel. #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #lisa spn

[faultsofyouth]

Also I may be cranky but I find it insanely frustrating that day 2 of getting billy, I told my parents how to take care of her and then they totally ignored me once I was out of the house.

And Then today I started feeding dust in the hall outside of her room to start the Jackson galaxy introduction method, and my mom came out of her room 10 minutes later to be like "I don't think it's a good idea to put his food there, you should have them eat separate" (NOT how the JG method, which I explained to her, works) because her room is within eyesight of Billy's door, so now when the dogs try to steal dusts food, she can actually See them doing that and feels obligated to stop them.

Even though no matter where I put his bowl, if either dog can reach it, they will steal from it. and they Do that every day. And I'm the only one who gets onto them. Like it's an ongoing issue but it doesn't bother her that her dogs steal food, it bothers her that She has to intervene to stop it now.

#i told her i cant really feasibly move billy to any other room in the house (i could keep her in mine except my mom wont accept that #bc if i keep my door closed at night then dust will scream and that annoys her) #and she was like 'im not saying you should move billy im just saying you should feed dust somewhere else' #like literally 20 minutes before this i walked her through the JG steps to introducing cats #and then her very next request was ''can you do the complete opposite of this plan now'' #its so fucking annoying like she will take 0 responsibility for her animals bad behavior and try to be like #'its all my husbands fault cuz he spoils them'' and she is totally full of shit cuz she will actively enable bad animal behavior #and especially with cats like she has never owned a cat before in her life before getting dust for me #she has No Idea how to socialize a cat (part of why dust doesnt like her very much) but for some reason she won't defer to Anybody elses #opinion on how to do it. she is like Surely these creatures that i have never understood or gotten along with will respond well #to trial by fire and blatant disrespect for their boundaries :) #whats the most annoying is i didnt even ask her to do Anything aside from feed billy when im out of the house #she doesnt have to clean the litter boxes or give her medicine or even help hold her down while i do those things #and all she fucking had to do to stop the dogs from stealing was close her own bedroom door #but noooooo she would much rather insert herself into this situation that she has no idea how to navigate #because she knows SHE doesnt have to deal with the consequences of a poorly socialized cat #i told her i was going to cut off visual contact between billy and dust and she was like 'that seems like too much' #GIRL I GOT PEED ON 3 TIMES LAST NIGHT. DID YOU??? #like who the fuck does she think she is? first ignore my instructions outright and then refuse to accommodate my new plan after her idea #clearly failed

[mysicklove]

𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐌𝐄

DAY 2: SUB SPACE + MOMMY KINK

With: Satoru Gojo

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Sub! Gojo, Fem? reader (no pronouns just use of names: mommy and mama), unreleastic portrayal of sub space, mentions of BDSM (rough treatment, degradation,whips, mistress/master use), safeword use (at the end), lots of cooing, Gojo unable to think properly, praise, comfort, clingy/needy Gojo

A/N: this was actually really fun to write! i did a little research on what subspace feels like, and it says it varies from person to person, but it is a sort of euphoric experience. sooo idk! lol. also, a lot of ppl r here for gojos personality, and I feel bad bc he is not like his usual self in this bc of his headspace...dont hate me gojo simps

Gojo Satoru is kinky. Plain and simple. He has tried many different things throughout his lifetime, and he is now confident enough in many different types of sexual play. He spends way too much time on the internet buying all sorts of toys, cuffs, ropes, whips, just to build his secret obsession. He has been with many people, and has always pulled them down to the dark side with him. 

But through it all, he has never found a partner to really push him to his limits. They all get too scared to hurt him, and call their safeword too early. They get uncomfortable when he sobs for mercy, or in other situations, begs for more pain. Gojo doesn't want to be just treated harshly, he wants to be broken. His standards are higher than most.

And finally his dreams came true when he met you. You've been into BDSM for years now, and even if the two of you are dating, you have a strict contract of rules you must obey for eachothers safety. It was cute, he was practically trembling in excitement when he saw the agreement, signing his hame sloppily, and waiting for your next move.

It was strange seeing someone so cheery and upbeat turn into a different breed during a scene. He was long passed the brat now, every defining thought fucked out of him. He's been slapped around, beaten, scolded, forced to orgasm, and humiliated in the past two hours. He has never had anyone treat him this rough. 

A huge part of him loved it, and a small part of him twinged in fear whenever he heard you begin to move again. It sent a multitude of thoughts to his brain, What now? Are you going to hurt him? Was he being good now? Another punishment? 

His blue eyes follow your every movement, and he flinches when you bring your hand up to his face, expecting another slap. You chuckle at the movement, gently petting his face. It takes him a second to realize what is happening, but from there, he melts into your hold. He presses himself deeper into your hand, eyes heavy from exhaustion.

Satoru accomplished his goal though. He was, for the first time ever, wrecked. His hair is matted against his head, damp from sweat. His body is covered in hickeys, bitemarks, bruises, scratches, and marks from the flogger. He was trembling, muscles contracting every couple of seconds without permission. Drools coats his lips, and it starts to drip down his mouth and onto his chin. His eyes seem to be in a different world, cloudy, and half lidded. His cock lays spent against his thigh, flushed red, and leaking just the last of his cum.

But even through it all, he's smiling at you. It’s a fucked out sort of grin, lazy, but content. His cheek is pressed against your palm, and he's nuzzling into it, basking in the softness of your touch, contrasting your earlier actions. “There ya go. You doing all right, Satoru?”

He blinks at you, slow, and thoughtless. “Yeah.”

You climb onto the bed next to him, brushing his hair back affectionately, and a little worriedly. He looked rather beat, and his exhausted eyes made you want to end the session now. “Alright, lets clean you up, and get you to bed,” You soothe, hands rubbing at his thighs, hoping your touch brings him comfort.

Immediately he pulls away, a small pout on his face. “Noooooo,” He uncharacteristically whines, grabbing at your hand. “Wanna…Wanna go some more. I'm doing good, right Mommy? No more punishments,” He pleads, tears coating his eyes. “Reward. Wanna reward, pleaseeee.”

Mommy wasn't todays title. You were called mistress, and master today solely. His words made your eyes widen, and you instantaneously knew he was deep into the subspace. You've seen glimpses of it, the way he becomes uncharacteristically obedient and he gets slightly giggly, probably from the light headed feeling, but he looked deep into his now. His words dragged out, and his body was obviously spent, but still he craved your approval; he wanted nothing more than to please you now. 

Affection, love and care is what he needs right now and you were happy to provide him with it. So, you straddle his lap, and place kisses on every surface you can touch. His body is warm, and he goes slack against your hold, mouth falling open. “Do you want to cum again, ‘toru? Or just attention?”

He goes silent for awhile, his mind hazy, and not liking the idea of making his own choice. He wanted you to take care of him completely, to let his mind slip away, and for you to control his ever thought, movement. “Please,” He mumbles, face scrunching up with frustration.

You are quick to apologize, recognizing his situation almost instantly. “Alright, alright. I'll take care of you. Lets cum one more time, can you do that for me, pretty boy?”

Pretty boy. A nickname unlike the harsh ones he received earlier: brat, slut, dog, whore. In the moment it only increased to turn him on, but now, he wanted to be good. The thought of you calling him those names made him want to tear up, and sob into your arms. He didn't want you to be mean anymore, he wants you to love him. To praise him on anything and everything. 

He jumps when he feels your hand drift back to his cock. It aches from all the abuse from earlier, and he lets out a shaky whimper, not liking the pain as much as he once did. “H-Hurts,” He yelps, wishing for you to make it better. To fix it all, why did everything ache so badly? He wants comfort, and as quickly as possible.

You kiss at his tears and pull his face into your neck. “‘m sorry. Was Mommy too rough with you today? Shhh, it’ll feel better in a bit, just relax,” You encourage, beginning to slide your hand up and down his length. He twitches and mewls from beneath you, fighting the feeling of overstimulation and pleasure. He wants this, he wants this, he wants this so badly, but he wishes it wasn't so uncomfortable.

He shakes his head into your neck, “Wasn't too rough. I'm fine, Mama j-just make me feel better, please,” he whispers, voice hoarse, and soft. One of your hands pet his hair, while the other strokes him off, shushing his cries, and reassuring that he will feel better soon.

You were right of course, the pain of overstimulation died off, and Gojo felt like he was melting. Everything is so warm, so light, he feels like he was on cloud nine. He feels loved, and every loose thought was traced back to you. “Love you s-so much.”

You grin at him, pressing your lips to his. His lips are chapped from his excessive panting, but you don't mind, licking at the plush flesh. He whimpers and groans, his hands pawing at you to pull you impossibly closer. When you pull back, he follows you, letting out a small huff in complaint. You pepper his face with kisses in apology. “Love you too. Such a good boy, Satoru, I'm so lucky to have such a pretty boy.”

He withers under the praise, nodding his head dumbly. He wants to coax so more out of you, but he can't think of ways, so he just rest his head on your chest, and chants, “Mommy” on repeat. 

Your hand is slow in pace, careful to not overwhelm him. It slides up and down easily, his previous cum acting as lube. His cock is bright red, and you almost feel bad for it after pulling so many orgasms from it earlier. You are suprised he is still even awake, sure, he looks and acts exhausted, but by this long he is usually passed out. He must be awake only because he is searching for praise and comfort from earlier. To not find himself in a sub drop.

You catch his eye, and a wobbly smile pulls at his face. You chuckle at him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Whaddya want from me?” He asks, voice cracking in the middle of the sentence.

“Hmm?”

He taps his forehead against yours, hazy blue eyes staring into yours. “Wanna command. Wanna be useful for you.” 

You smile warmly at him and he shivers, leaning up to kiss you again. You hand rubs over his small slit, and he gasps, pausing just centimeteres before you face, and moaning out. 

“You are deep in this, aren't you sweet boy?” You murmur, mostly to your self, slightly astonished. It was one thing for him to ask for praise, and to make decisions for him, but actively seeking instructions from you was another. It was fascinating, and adorable to say the least, how desperately he craved approval, or wanted to feel needed, useful. Nothing how Gojo usually was like.

You thumb at his tip, and he heaves, trying to keep up with your words. But everything you say other than “sweet boy,” seems to tuned out. Everything feels blurry, expect for you face, and your sickenly sweet tone. “D-Don't understand. Please!”

“Okay, shhh, it's alright. I want you to cum for me. Can you cum for Mommy, Satoru? That's all I want you to do.” An easy command, one he can definitely fulfill. He can do that – he can definitely cum for you. Gojo feels his chest bloom with butterflies at the idea of what you'll say to him once he follows your wishes. How much praise he will receive. How good and useful he is being. It makes him shiver with excitement.

Your hand picks up speed when he nods, and he gasps, gripping onto your arms from the suddenness. His hips buck upward into the makeshift hole, and you coo at him, telling him to relax his hips. He abides without question, melting into the sheets, and you give him a kiss for a reward. 

He feels himself begin to teeter along his high, and he glances up at you, eyes wide and slightly panicked. He needs to ask for approval, he has to ask to cum, the rules were basically engrained in him, but everything is spinning, and he's beginning to feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the pressure. He feels his voice go dry, and tears begin to pool in his eyes at the prospect of disappointing you.

You take notice of his fearful face immediately, quickly leaning over to cup his face. “You can cum. Relax, hey, its alright, I want you to cum.”

He breathes a shaky sign of relief, and you wipe his tears away, thinking back to earlier of how you wiped his tears away from the ruthless pleasure/pain mix, and now simply because he was afraid that he wasn't able to ask permission before cumming. You would be lying if the power didnt get to your head.

You thoughts are cut off when Gojos entire body jerks, and a muffled, “Fuck!” is let out. His orgasm hits him like a truck, and he trembles, riding the waves. His voice is too scratchy to let out any real noise, so he just silently cries into your chest. Cum dribbles down his cock pathetically, obviously spent, and not having much left to give. You don't seem to notice it though, instead focusing on your lover, and trying to make his orgasm as pleasurable as possible.

When he comes down from it, his legs are shaking, and his eyes are hooded with exhaustion. “P-Plea–Coconut,” He weakly gets out, and you hands fly off his body in seconds from hearing the safety word. You pull away, hoping to not overwhelm him, but instead he clings to you. “Don’t go. Don’t go. Mommy, I can't. J-Just–I…Praise!” He splutters, coherent thoughts flying out of his head, as he slumps into the bed.

You nod, staying away from his cock, and instead placing his head into your lap. His body curls around you in seconds, still slightly trembling. “Did so well. Good boy Satoru. My good boy, I am so spoiled. So lucky to have you." You coo, reaching your hand up to run it through his matted hair. "Took everything so well. I'm so proud of you." A small smile pulls at his face, and everything feels so warm "I love you so much, you know that?”

“Hm,” He hums, nodding his head slightly.

You smile at him. “My perfect boy. It's time to go to sleep, I'll take care of everything. Just rest for me, that's all I need you to do.”

But he didn't even hear the last of your statements, already passed out onto you, his chest rising and falling from his heavy breathes.

You sigh, and stare affectionately at the man. His naked body littered in marks, and he still managed to sleep contently with them. His body was drained of everything. Just like he asked you to do so hours prior.

Your hands roam the nightstand, grabbing healing cream, bandages, and a wash cloth. And with one last sigh, you place Gojo's head onto the pillow, and begin the long process of cleaning him up.

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[astonmartinii]

insta au req about reader and charles being best friends and a rift comes between them because of his girlfriend(or whoever!!) and reader and max finally get together and she shades ferrari and charles purrrrr (if not i totally get it queen love u loads)

into the arms of another | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x reader

after charles leaves her out in the cold, y/n falls into the arms of another.

part two part three

yourusername

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yourusername: dumb and dumber: vacation edition

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user1: they're really just the definition of no thoughts behind the eyes

user2: it's crazy cause we all know you have to be smart to drive an f1 car and she has a literal degree in architecture but they are always in the most insane situations ever

charles_leclerc: that's my private jet don't call me dumb

yourusername: *rented, dumbass

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user3: they're friendship goals like perfect example of platonic soulmates and male and female friendship

arthurleclerc: so like what does a man need to do for a feature on your instagram?

yourusername: soz arth, step ur aesthetic up x

user4: oh to be besties with an f1 driver

user5: wait so like all the leclercs and their gfs went on this holiday, right?

user6: yeah arthur’s and lorenzo’s gfs have posted about being there

user5: so it’s kinda muggy that y/n refused to post the girls?

user6: not really she’s posted with the girls loads i think y’all just want an excuse to be mad at her

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: summer spent with the best people

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user8: no y/n ....

user9: did yall see that tweet about the girl who met y/n in corsica when charles left her stranded on the beach to walk home on her own

user8: what ???

joristrouche: love you brother

charles_leclerc: best mate

user10: the vibes have shifted, the atmosphere is weird and the absence of y/n is the centre of it

user11: i fear i've seen this film before and y/n is defo getting iced out because charles in back in a relationship

user12: noooooo i thought he'd matured past that after the last time he fucked y/n off for a girlfriend

user13: babes please stop expecting so much from men

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pierregasly: you look sunburnt calmar, did you leave it at home cause y/n isn't there to remind you?

charles_leclerc: she's here and i have been putting it on the sun just has it out for me

yourusername: i tried pierre, believe me

user14: well this is fucking awkward

user15: charles is not beating the allegations of forgetting about y/n while in a relationship LOL

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maxverstappen1: simply lovely to win my home race again. the orange army never disappoint and i'm so thankful for all the support here this weekend

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user20: call me a conspiracy theorist BUT he thanked the orange army and the support separately i.e. Y/N Y/LN

user21: now you bitches usually jump to conclusions, but i'm hearing you this time

martingarrix: next set just gonna be super max on a two hour loop

maxverstappen1: i'll be there

user22: i'm sorry i'm new here why is y/n being in max's garage such a big deal? who is she? (gen.)

user23: y/n is charles' best friend, they've known each other since childhood and she's supported him through all levels of karting and single-seaters. though they haven't interacted too much in the public eye, max and y/n have known each other for as long as charles and max have. charles is a bit notorious for dumping y/n to the side for his girlfirend any time he's in a relationship and being inseparable once he's single again. after he ALLEGEDLY ditched her at a beach in corsica over the summer, y/n hasn't been seen with him or interacting with him online and was then in max's garage.

user24: maybe i'm messy but i genuinely want max and y/n to be together

yourusername: the red bull catering was defo worth breaking the cost cap

maxverstappen1: you're welcome any time

user25: can someone please check charles' pulse

landonorris: he looked like a cartoon with steam coming out of his ears earlier

user26: LANDO WHAT?

user27: tbf i think that's just a general side effect of driving the ferrari

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yourusername: hard ball or soft serve

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user28: in my professional shadow identification opinion, i have deduced that it is in fact max verstappen

user29: ur so delusional (i believe you)

charles_leclerc: so that's who you've been getting our vanilla and chocolate cones with

yourusername: i'm not entertaining this argument over the internet charles you know where i live

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user30: she's so much better than me i'd rip him a new asshole right here right now

arthurleclerc: please come to dinner on sunday, carla can't come and i don't wanna fifth wheel plsssssss y/n

yourusername: sorry chickie i've already got plans but give mama my love

arthurleclerc: noooooo what could be better than mama's sunday lunch

yourusername: i promise i love those dinners but i've had enough experience seventh wheeling you guys and would love time with someone who loves me for me

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user31: yall i feel like i'm in the family group chat in this comment section this feels illegal to see

user32: max is so sly with the comments he's liking but that's MY petty king

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f1: oops. charles leclerc takes championship leader max verstappen and himself out of the race at the first corner. the two did not mince their words, verstappen saying: "i tried to stay out of trouble but trouble came to me"

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user33: the way i RAN to twitter

user34: i'm not a verstappen fan but that quote goes so hard

user35: i'm all for leaving the drivers' personal lives alone but lord the tea is piping and sky cutting to y/n in max's garage? OOP

user36: no cause someone at sky has been watchign too much drive to survive because putting "charles' childhood friend" on her name banner as she's in max's garage was pure cinema

user37: charles be chatting mad shit for the man at fault

user38: leclerc drove into verstappen and perez and thought he'd manage to get out of the blame again LOL he's such a joker

user39: i think it's a good thing that y/n is skipping that dinner

user40: the way charles' gf wasn't even there this weekend and he was clearly looking for y/n in the garage

user41: the drama is too much for me to keep up with

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yourusername: only 16 years in the making but we finally got a clue

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user42: i'm going into cardiac arrest

maxverstappen1: finally now i can comment freely about my unbelievably sexy, smart and hilarious girlfriend who i love and defo haven't pined over for ten years

yourusername: awwwww maxy, if it makes you feel better i've liked you for that long as well

user43: hmmmm idk this all seems a bit fake

yourusername: babes i still fancied him when he was a lanky, spotty teenager

arthurleclerc: i can confirm this

user44: the way y/n was always so nice and constantly hyping charles and his gf in their comments ... where's charles

user45: tbf she is dating his rival

user44: oh please we all know they never hated each other and have been good friends for years, charles is just being petty

danielricciardo: never thought i'd see the day when max would grow some balls and finally ask you out

yourusername: i thought you were meant to be some great wing man, i didn't see you helping

danielricciardo: i didn't want to get ran over by charles, no thank you

user46: i'm so sad i want bestie charles and y/n back

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: some girls might want to ride a ferrari but mine wants to ride a red bull

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user47: THE CAPTION? THIS MAN IS SO UNHINGED

user48: mad max returns and in the form of shady instagram captions

yourusername: but you didn't even let me drive :(

maxverstappen1: babe i love you but you don't have a license and that's a very expensive car

user49: wait don't make me depressed didn't charles say in an interview ages ago that he was going to teach y/n to drive? did this never happen?

yourusername: sorry to ruin your day but i'm still illegal on the road

landonorris: so no photo credits? i watched you guys kiss for so long to get that shot

yourusername: i didn't hear you complaining on the day

maxverstappen1: let him be lonely in peace

landonorris: that's really not the save you think it is but thanks mate

user50: i am so happy that y/n is happy but the way charles can't be happy for her relationship like she always is for me is so sad to me

user51: i get that the charles and y/n situ is sad but she's clearly happy with max leave them be

fin.

note: hope you enjoyed my love, i hope this was kinda what you were envisioning, i'm happy with it but would be up for a part two if people want it lol xx

#f1 #f1 x you #f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x you #max verstappen instagram au #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen

[pucksandpower]

Charles Leclerc x endurance driver!Reader - Social Media AU

yourusername

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yourusername seems like this dinosaur wants a bite of my boyfriend. too bad i’m the only one allowed to have a taste

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yourusername alternate caption was Jurassic Park IV: Rise of the Leclercosaurus

pierregasly Leclercosaurus 😂

carlossainz55 Leclercosaurus 🦖

scuderiaferrari Leclercosaurus 😎

charles_leclerc look what you’ve started, y/n

yourusername oops

landonorris don’t worry, it’s nothing …

maxverstappen1 … just an inchident

feralferrari the race is about to start soon and y/n is really out here feuding with an inflatable T. rex

yourusername when charles leclerc is your man, you gotta do what you gotta do

feralferrari i fully respect the hustle

charles_leclerc you know you’re the only one for me, mon amour

yourusername i bet you say that to all your dinosaurs 🤨

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc looking this good should be illegal

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yourusername that means both of us would be in handcuffs because have you looked in the mirror?

charles_leclerc sounds like the perfect weekend to me 😉

arthur_leclerc all i want is to be able to go on this app for ONE DAY without being traumatized but noooooo

tifositalk do all ferrari drivers have to be absurdly attractive or something?

carlossainz55 it’s a clause in our contracts

tifositalk the fact that i know this is a joke but would still believe it 😭

yourusername who says it’s a joke?

tifositalk is there an actual ferrari hotness clause???

scuderiaferrari 🤐

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f1wagupdates charles leclerc is in his WAG era

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yourusername [insert “you’re doing amazing, sweetie” meme here]

f1wagupdates big kris jenner vibes in that last photo for sure

charles_leclerc part-time driver, full-time WAG

yourusername my favorite WAG 🫶

charles_leclerc an honor coming from my favorite WAG ❤️

yourusername well actually Lily is my favorite WAG but you’re a close second

charles_leclerc 😐

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[a-dauntless-daffodil]

imagining Charlie having an Oh moment when she finds Vaggie napping in a chair one day, early on, with Razzle and Dazzle sprawled out over Vaggie like they're trying to cover as much of her small body as they can with their own even smaller ones-

Charlie pulls out her phone and stealthily inches closer for a picture (she's doesn't' wanna wake them she swears) (she's just never seen something so cuuuuute-)

but a floor board squeaks and Razzle cracks an eye open to glower while Dazzle shushes her

and Charlie stops

There's another Oh... moment, because they've never shushed her before. They were brought to life to keep her safe and they've always only cared about that one thing- it took months for them to stop following Vaggie around the house suspiciously, like they always did with anyone Charlie tried having a relationship with, like a pair of silent, plush guard dogs-

(glaring at Vaggie from shadows, from across the table at breakfast and dinner, from the pillows directly over her head when Charlie finally convinced her maybe sharing a bed would help with the night terrors)

-but that'd all changed, at some point. Only, Charlie hadn't noticed until now

now she does. Now suddenly, she wonders

Charlie creeping over on silent, careful hooves, to gently stroke between the tiny wings of her childhood friends, looking from them to Vaggie's relaxed and sleeping face (getting a little lost watching her, for moment) (reaching out to tuck back a strand of the hair Vaggie is growing out long, accidently stroking Vaggie's cheek, forgetting to take her hand away afterwards) (the longer hair is hard not to play with, she excuses)

Charlie leaning in and asking Razzle and Dazzle, in the softest whisper-

"....are you keeping her safe for me?"

a pair of soft little churrs rising up in answer. Two little plush demons, snuggling closer to Vaggie as Vaggie frowns in her sleep, shifting restlessly, stirring-

Charlie freezing bc she has NO idea what to say if Vaggie wakes up and finds her- well. looming kinda?? while Vaggie SLEEPS???

it feels different than just already being there when Vaggie wakes up in the night, different in how waking up like that was normal when they'd gone to bed together, but crouching down to STARE at someone like this, with your hand still on her cheek, scared to move it in case that REALLY wakes her up when she DIDN'T get much sleep last night and DIDN'T wake you up that time for some reason so you couldn't snuggle her or make her feel better and now you might startle her instead or make her feel awkward which you hate- you don't want her to ever feel awkward around you-

it doesn't matter though

because Vaggie settles down again, as Dazzle croons quietly and Razzle reaches out a little paw to gently press her arm

she used to jump and flinch a little every time she saw them

when did that change?

these days she flicks little snacks at them from off her plate, no matter how many times Charlie reminds her they have their OWN plates and their OWN donuts and are just begging to get ATTENTION, the little show-stealers-

(not like Charlie's doing that too by complaining) (noooooo) (not like she grins like an idiot when Vaggie smiles and says cute things deserve a little extra attention, while looking over at Charlie instead)

these days any annoying demon who comes looking to curry favor with Lucifer (or trying pulling one over Morningstar's "naïve" daughter) gets pinned by THREE dangerous glares while waiting at the door for Charlie to hurry downstairs and meet them

(or rather shoo them away before they say something too not nice and Vaggie grabs her spear while Razzle and Dazzle get within ankle biting range)

when she thinks about it, things have been different for a while now

better. They've been better, and Charlie still doesn't know when or how it happened, and maybe that part doesn't matter so much anyway

in the present, Charlie takes the chance to retrieve her hand (reluctantly..) so she can slip off her jacket and tuck it around the three of them- Razzle, Dazzle. Vaggie- her two old friends and one new but very important one-

important enough to be considered part of her, by them as were created to protect her

and that's a new idea too. but she likes it a lot, she thinks

she likes being part of a family again

-

Vaggie wakes up a good solid two hours of nap time later with Razzle and Dazzle draped over her like furry boas and Charlie's head in her lap, a former Exorcist absolutely COVERED in cuddly demons-

she stays completely still for another hour more afterwards, stiff neck be damned, watching the three of them sleep. Smiling.

.... (it's only the three of them, later)

(when vaggie flutters up and finds razzle curled up on dazzle's memorial, the night after the battle. when she tucks him into her shoulder and heads back to her and charlie's rebuilt room. as a relieved and teary eyed charlie scoops him up and the three up them huddle together under vaggie's reformed wings)

(it's only three of them... but part of why charlie cries that night is knowing dazzle did his job- vaggie is still here)

(dazzle did his best. and for everything charlie lost, the old hotel, too many of the cannibals who followed her, almost all the egg bois, sir pentious, dazzle himself, the faith that she could solve all this without anyone getting hurt...)

(she didn't lose the part of herself that'd held her together the night before the battle, held so many other times, through family calls and failed meetings with heaven) (she didn't lose vaggie-)

(and some of charlie's tears that night, for dazzle, are grateful)

(he died trying to keep charlie safe. and he did. he did)

#hazbin hotel #razzle and dazzle hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #chaggie #vaggie #silly headcanons #ah it turned a little sad at the end... #hm #we'll thats fair i guess #its been too sad to talk about razzle and dazzle knowing what happens #but i think them and vaggie would've been good friends #and trusted each other with charlie #the Most Important thing #to all of them

[billowyy]

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#no one told me tattoos itch this fucking badly like holy fucking shit #it woke me up twice last night and rn it's fucking killer i know i'm gonna have another hard night #my last one was considerably smaller and didn't itch at all #i can deal with the pain that comes with tattoos easy peasy #but the itching is the worst part oh my god!!!! noooo thank you ahhhh!!!! #it's 3am i want to sleep but noooooo

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anyone else

part: 7 pairing: paige bueckers x oc word count: 4.2k c/w: language, sexual content (yes, smut), mentions of alcohol a/n: guys the part after this will be the last part in the series :( noooooo i'm so sad. maybe i'll do a little epilogue. in the meantime, i have no idea what to write next. okay, anyway! here y'all go :)

Oh. Oh.

The way she’s kissing me makes me feel like I’m drowning in her. Paige presses me against the wall, caging me against it, and kisses me desperately. She kisses me so hard that I’m dizzy from it, and I’m grateful for her arms around my body holding me up. I lace my hands around her neck, trying to keep up with the pace of her kiss, digging my fingers into the roots of her hair. She moans against my mouth. I reach for the button on her pants, and she bats my hands away, leading me to her bedroom instead.

Paige pushes me against her purple sheets, staring at my body hungrily as she rucks her button down off. “Fuck,” she whispers. Her eyes dart to mine. “Fuck, Ava,” she repeats, before climbing on top of me. She straddles my waist, leaning down to suckle at my neck. “Paige,” I moan quietly, her hair tickling my chin as she marks up and down the column of my throat, leaving bruises I’m sure I’ll be paying for tomorrow.

Drunkenly, I push her off of me, taking in her face; her bright blue eyes, clouded over with drunkenness and desire, and her lips, swollen from me biting them. I flip her over and tug my shirt off, relishing in the way her hands find my bare skin immediately. “You feel… so good,” she murmurs, and I kiss her neck, making my way to the neckline of her shirt. I push it up, over her head, and she sits up so that I’m straddling her waist, hands finding my ass as she brings my lips back to hers.

I grind my hips down against hers and she gasps into my mouth. A hand moves up to my back, expertly unclasping my bra, and I tug it off, tossing it to the side, before tearing hers off as well. I press my bare torso against hers, wishing I could burn the feeling of her skin on mine into my brain. She continues grinding my hips against hers, kissing me slower, more intently. 

“What do you want?” She asks, her voice rough. “Whatever you wanna give me,” I mumble back, letting her lay me against her pillows. Her hands are so gentle, but her eyes… they’re so dark with hunger that my throat constricts. She shakes her head, drinking me in. “Everything,” she whispers. “I wanna give you everything.”

Then she’s tugging my shorts off, taking my panties with them, and positioning herself in between my legs. She breathes against my cunt, and I whine. “Paige, please.” She laughs, the sound lilting and grating all at once. “I was right. At the party.” I gasp as she bites the inside of my thigh. “Paige,” I whimper. She suckles at the other one, looking me straight in the eye.

“You were wet.”

I clutch at the sheets, frustrated and horny and needing her to just fucking touch me. “Yes,” I admit. “How long?” She asks quietly, lolling her head up to meet mine. My brain is fuzzy from the vodka and the tequila and maybe some Fireball, and perhaps that’s why I don’t understand her. “What?” I breathe. “How long… were you wet?” She asks again. I look her right in the eyes, giving her the answer I know she wants. “As soon as you walked through the door.”

The grin that takes over her face is so triumphant, so cocky, I have to hold myself back from using a hand to shove her face against my cunt. “Good girl,” she praises, more to herself than anything, and she licks her lips.

And then Paige reminds me just why she had a different girl in her bed every night.

Because when she slurps at my cunt, when she flattens her tongue against it and licks and sucks and nips at me, I think that I could die happy with her head between my legs.

Paige Bueckers eats pussy like an All-fucking-American.

I throw my head back and moan. Loud. She hums into me and I squeal at the feeling of vibrations against my clit, bucking my hips against her. “God, you taste like fucking heaven,” she groans, and I fist her sheets with one hand harshly as the other covers my mouth, ashamed at the sounds that slip out. Paige stops immediately, yanking my arm down. “Ava. Let me hear you.”

Slowly, she lowers her mouth to my pussy again, keeping eye contact as her tongue laves against my folds. “Oh, my God,” I let out a high pitched whine, tipping my head back. “Eyes on me,” she murmurs against my cunt. I bite my lip, returning my eyes to her blue ones, and I nearly moan out loud at the sight. Her head between my legs, hair mussed from my hands, eyes hooded with want, lips glistening with me.

Then she slips two fingers into me, easily sliding in. “Fuck,” I whine, a humiliating high pitched noise. She moves them in and out slowly, sucking at my clit. “I shouldn’t even let you come,” she muses, her words slurring together ever so slightly. “I should make you fucking beg for it.” 

“Please,” I gasp, my toes curling into the sheets as her fingers go deeper.

“Just like you made me beg for you to text me back, hm? Or to come to that fucking game?”

“Paige, I’m-”

She goes faster, her fingers pumping in and out but not quite hitting that spot.

“You don’t talk to me for… what? Months?” She pulls her fingers out suddenly.

“Paige, come on,” I beg, throwing my head back into the bed in frustration. I could just scream.

“Say you’re fucking sorry,” she demands, circling my entrance, teasing.

“I hate you,” I bite, glaring at her. Fuck. She looks criminally good where she is.

Paige shakes her head, smirking. “Really?” She muses, spreading my legs further. I gasp as my thighs burn. She makes a huge show of dragging her eyes over my cunt, then back to mine. “Doesn’t look like you hate me.”

“Paige, just-”

She licks her fingers exaggeratedly, slurping loudly. “Doesn’t taste like you hate me.”

I roll my eyes, and gasp as she plunges her fingers back into me. “Definitely doesn’t feel like you hate me,” she murmurs.

I want to slap her. Then she curls her fingers in, deep, and I moan raggedly, back arching off of the bed. “Fuck!”

“Doesn’t fucking sound like you hate me, either,” she says, her voice gravelly as her fingers pump in and out of me. “Faster,” I beg. She obliges immediately, and I watch her lower her mouth to my clit, sucking hard as she hits that spot inside over and over and over and-

“Paige!” tears itself out of my throat as I come apart on her fingers, the knot in my stomach snapping and my orgasm flooding through me. “Say my name like that again,” she commands, working me through it, and my hips grind against her hand as the waves of pleasure subside, my cunt pulsing around her fingers. “Paige,” I whisper, stroking her hair as she climbs up my body. 

“Again,” she murmurs, laying against me and pressing her lips to mine, inhaling deeply through her nose. I kiss her back eagerly, desperate to taste her, and mumble back, “Paige.” I feel her fingers, wet with my arousal, press against my torso as she wraps an arm around my body, switching us around so that I’m on top.

Immediately, my hands go to her jeans, rucking them down her legs, and I feel a sense of deja vu as I kiss back up her thighs. This time, though, I get to take in the sight of her glistening cunt. I spread her legs and straddle her thighs. “All for me?” I whisper, tilting my head. She exhales shakily, meeting my eyes with hers. “All yours,” she responds.

And if there’s a deeper meaning to those words, I ignore them in favor of sinking two fingers deep into her and circling my thumb around her clit. I take one of her tits in my hand and squeeze, teasing her nipple. Her hands come up to mine, kneading them as I finger her. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I whisper in awe, taking in the way her toned stomach constricts as she gasps and moans and whines under her breath at my ministrations, the sharp angle of her jawline as she tips her head back. I shake my head. “Perfect,” I whisper again, disbelief evident in my voice. Paige pulls me to her, my head falling to her neck to bite at the skin there as I fuck her faster.

“Ye-yes,” she stutters as my fingers inch deeper. I curl them ever so slightly, and I feel that spongy area, know I’ve hit the right spot when a guttural moan falls from her mouth. “Fuck, Ava,” she whines, and I want to bottle up the sound of it. Instead, I work her faster, moving my mouth to hers to swallow the sounds she makes, kissing her roughly. “You gonna come for me?” I whisper, letting out a chuckle as her breath stutters against my lips. 

I feel her getting close, her pussy clenching tighter around my fingers until I feel her pulse once - hard - and her head tips back, mouth dropping open to stutter out a silent moan. “Shit,” she whispers, her head against the wall, hips bucking up as I work her through it. I gingerly ease my fingers out of her, knowing she must be sensitive from the way my clit throbs at the thought of her touching me again.

But that doesn’t stop her. “You’ve got one more in you, right?” She asks, using her thumb and her two fingers to angle my face to hers. I start to shake my head, and her eyes narrow. “What? You’re giving up? You can’t take it?” She jeers.

She knows me. She knows me too fucking well, knows that she just has to press my competitive buttons and I’ll fold for her. I always fucking fold for her. 

I insert my legs between hers, her pussy centimeters from mine. “I can take it,” I retort, slotting our cunts together, and she groans, reaching for my breasts. “Can you?” I ask, but it’s a weak whisper, really, as her wet folds slide against mine, my clit brushing hers. “Oh, fuck,” I whisper, balancing myself with my hands on her stomach. “Right there,” she groans, watching me ride her, grasping my hips to move me just how she likes it.

Fuck. Fuck, she looks so good like this. Hair strewn across the pillow, eyes rolled back into her head, collarbones glistening with sweat, mouth open and the most sinful words falling out of it. 

“Are you close?” She murmurs. I am. I’m so close that I can hardly hold myself upright, and I press against her as I grind faster. “Paige,” I gasp. “Fuck. Come for me. Come all over me, shit,” she babbles mindlessly, gripping my ass hard as she grinds me down faster. We come at the same time, our moans mixing together and echoing across the room as our orgasms crash over us at once, our hips moving frantically together, her pussy throbbing against mine.

I collapse on top of her, panting hard, and her hands rub up and down my back soothingly, combing through my hair. I turn my head, pressing a kiss to her bare chest, my nose flush against her skin. And I don’t mean to, but I inhale deeply.

Her arms wrap around me tighter, and I let my fingers find her neck, edging them into her hair. She places her lips against the crown of my head. “God, Ava,” she says, and I laugh shakily, pressing into her harder, as though if I try, I can meld her body to mine. 

As though if I try, I don’t have to be without her ever again.

Because it was hell. It was hell not seeing her smile and feeling it light a fire in the pit of my stomach. It was hell not waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of her breath whistling through her lips. It was hell not registering her arms around me as the first thing every morning.

My eyes prick with tears. “I missed you so fucking bad,” I admit hoarsely, and I know the alcohol’s still in my system, because it’s the most honest thing I’ve said to her in maybe the past year. I feel Paige hold her breath, then release it slowly, hands still tracing up and down my bare skin. “I know, baby,” she whispers, and my eyes flutter closed at the nickname. She presses another kiss to my forehead, and I let myself fall asleep, drifting off in the comfort of her warm embrace.

And it’s the first time in months that anything has felt right.

MARCH 2022

- Paige’s Point of View -

Everything is wrong.

I can smell her, still. Coconut. Vanilla. Orchids. 

But I don’t feel her. I frown, letting my eyes open, batting them against the sunlight. My limbs are sore, my body aching from everything we did last night. I close my eyes and let the memory wash over me, smiling to myself. She was everything I imagined and more. Wait. I don’t feel her.

My eyes shoot open again and I launch myself to a sitting position. I’m naked, tangled in the sheets, the right side of my body cold in the absence of her warmth. Frantically, I feel the side of the bed she was on. It’s still warm. A tinge of relief ebbs through me, and I hear clattering in the kitchen. Maybe she just went to get water. I throw on a t-shirt and pad to the kitchen, hoping, praying that it’s her.

It’s Azzi, cluttering around, looking for a mug. She must have slept on our couch last night.  “Morning, sleeping beauty,” she teases brightly. “Where’s Ava?” I demand, ignoring her. She rolls her eyes. “Nice to see you, too,” she drawls. “Where is she?” I repeat. Azzi gives me a stern look. “She left a little while ago.” I run my hands through my hair frustratedly. “Fuck,” I mutter to myself. I bang my hand against the counter angrily. “Fuck!” I repeat agitatedly. 

“Okay, what’s going on?” Azzi presses. I lean against the counter, my head in my hands. I’m tired. I’m tired. “I fucked her,” I mumble. I can almost hear Azzi’s eyebrows shoot up. “Sorry?” I drop my hands from my face, glaring at my best friend. “I said I fucked her,” I state bluntly. Azzi opens her mouth, and I hold up a hand to stop her. “Before you lecture me… it’s not like that. I didn’t just… I wasn’t going to have sex with her and then dip. I mean, clearly,” I pause, gesturing vaguely to the apartment and the noticeable lack of Ava, “she dipped, so.”

Azzi pauses. “You really like her,” she observes. I laugh hollowly, picking at my fingernails. “Understatement of the fucking century.” “How long?” She asks. Something tells me she knows the answer isn’t the lie I want to tell her. So I don’t lie. I purse my lips. “Since my freshman year,” I admit. Azzi smiles slightly. “I knew there was something you guys weren’t telling me,” she says triumphantly, pumping her fist. I shoot her a look. “Azzi.”

“Explains why y’all hated each other so much. I mean, I thought it was hatred, but now I know it was just sexual tension…”

“Azzi.”

“Okay, sorry. So… what are you going to do?”

“Are you dumb, Az? If I knew, I wouldn’t be standing here talking to you.”

“Okay, watch your tone, first of all. Second of all, it is so fucking obvious she likes you back. Just go talk to her.”

I scoff. “I’ve tried. I mean, I poured my whole fucking heart out to her, I-I told her how I feel. She just doesn’t want me like that.”

“Paige. You didn’t see the way she reacted when you got injured. I did.”

I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter now.”

“It does. Paige, it looked like she got hurt all over again. She fought through security to get to you, dude. She cares about you. Trust me.”

“Clearly not enough.”

“She’s scared, P. You have… a reputation.”

“I haven’t slept with someone who isn’t her since y’all became friends,” I snap. Azzi knows that. She’d made comments about it, teasing me, not knowing the reason I couldn’t sleep with another girl was because the second Ava walked back into my life, the thought of touching or kissing or thinking of someone else just felt wrong. 

I’d tried. When we’d gone to Ted’s, when I’d spilled that drink on Ava’s top, I’d tried to lose myself in this girl with dark curls just like Ava’s, the ones that I loved to tug on and wind around my index finger. But she wasn’t her. She wasn’t mine.

Ava was. Ava was mine, and I was hers, and that was that.

“I don’t think… I can. Be with someone who isn’t her,” I whisper. I’m shocked at the realization, even though I’ve known it’s the truth for a while. 

“Paige. Are you stupid?” Azzi demands frustratedly.

I glance up at her in shock, her hands on her hips. “Way to kick me when I’m down!” I complain.

“Why are you acting like she’s moved to a different fucking country? You go to the same school! You-” Azzi pauses, visibly attempting to regain her composure after borderline screeching at me. “Don’t you know where she lives?” She demands through gritted teeth, obviously exasperated with me.

I pause at this. “Oh. Well, yes.”

Azzi smiles patronizingly. “Do you want to maybe go to where she lives? And talk to her?”

I nod thoughtfully, realizing that Azzi’s probably right. If I corner her at her own place, if I force her to talk to me - where will she run?

“Paige!” Azzi snaps.

“What?” I demand.

She throws her hands in the air, tired of this conversation. “Now, dumbass!”

“Oh. Right.”

Ava’s place is only a twenty minute walk away, but the urgency in Azzi’s tone has me yanking open the door to my car and flooring the gas pedal. I speed to her apartment, the only thought in my mind getting her to fucking talk to me. Because things are different now. 

Now, it’s not just secret kisses in the quiet of our apartments or longing stares across rooms. It’s something real. Something raw and honest and so fucking terrifying but something I need to know - for real and no bullshit - if she wants. 

I march up to her door, and bang hard, twice. “Ava!” I yell. I know I’m being loud and probably obnoxious, but I’ll deal with those repercussions later. I lean my head against the door, banging on it rapidly a few times. “Ava, open the damn door!”

I stumble forward as the door swings open, surprised that she’s opened it that fast. But it’s not her. It’s… I can’t remember her fucking name. Fuck. Is it Aubrey? No way. Audrey, right? “Paige?” She asks, clearly just as shocked to see me as I am to see her. I’d slept with her that night, the night that I was going to tell Ava everything. That I was done with the girls and the hookups and that the second she’d kissed me that night, I was utterly and completely ruined for everyone fucking else. 

I wanted to end things with her before I started anything with Ava. Because Ava was - is - so good. So sweet and perfect and strong and smart and deserving of the whole fucking world, and if I didn’t try with every fiber of my being to give that to her, then I didn’t deserve her at all.

I had gone to Audrey that night with the intention of telling her that nothing else could happen between us. 

But I’d been so damn scared. It couldn’t be right that someone’s smile could decide the course of my whole day. Or that I could have somebody’s fucking smell memorized. I was so terrified of these feelings - these all-consuming, overwhelming feelings - that I’d slept with Audrey that night.

Immediately, I regretted it. I knew, then. I was done for.

Hell, I knew the minute Ava had sat atop those bleachers, arguing with me about the merits of Michael Jordan over LeBron James.

I was done running from it.

But seeing this girl here ignites the same fire in my stomach that had erupted last night when I saw Ava’s hand in Emmett’s. How dare anyone who isn’t me touch her, or even look at her for that matter?

Audrey’s staring at me as though I’m an alien from a foreign planet. “Hello?” She demands. “Excuse me,” I mutter, pushing past her, heading straight for Ava’s room.

- Ava’s Point of View -

I nearly sprint home. I can’t believe I let that happen. It felt so right - she felt so right. I’m fucked, I think to myself hollowly. Shit, shit, shit. Why did I let that happen? How did I let that happen?

The truth is, I know exactly how. Seeing her last night… I mean, it felt like I hadn’t breathed in the two months I hadn’t been within ten feet of her. And when she talked to me, those angry, spiteful words, all I could think was how fucking good it felt to hear her voice again. To hear that endearing way her mouth wraps around words, the bass of her voice.

When she’d touched me, I knew I would go home with her that night. Whatever she said to me, however she said it, it didn’t matter. She’d dug her fingers into her hips and all I could think was that Paige, my Paige, was touching me. 

Because wasn’t that the awful fucking truth of it all? As many times as I’d run away, I’d still ended up in her bed. As many hurtful words as I hurled at her, I’d still let her kiss away the pain. I was hers - and that was fucking that.

I choke on a sob as I burst through the door of my apartment and into my room, falling onto my bed. And I cry.

I cry and I cry and I cry and even as I cry over her, even as my chest heaves with sobs and I can hardly see or breathe from how hard I’m sobbing, I just want her next to me. It just makes me cry harder.

She’ll want nothing to do with me now. I laugh maniacally through my tears at this, bringing my knees to my chest, staring blankly at the wall in front of me. Vaguely, I register banging at the front door. I figure it’s Audrey’s boyfriend, and I don’t move.

Then the door to my room bangs open and I wipe rapidly at my tears.

Paige.

And she’s livid.

“You left,” she spits at me. I open my mouth to respond, partially relieved that she’s here, more exasperated that this fucking cycle is going to repeat itself. “You should know, it’s not very classy to schedule your dick appointments this close to each other,” she sneers. My eyes widen. She’s already on the offensive, and she’s being awful. “Oh, and you’re the expert on that, aren’t you?” I demand, not caring that what she's just said makes no sense to me, rising from the bed to match her energy. My voice is snotty from all my crying, but I puff my chest anyway, crossing my arms.

Paige doesn’t hear a word I say, pacing towards me. “I mean, first Emmett, right? You probably fucked him right before the party last night, didn’t you?”

“Even if I did, that would be none of your fucking business-”

“And then me.”

“I didn’t fuck Emmett-”

“And then whoever the fuck that bitch is-”

“Hang on.”

“Three in one day? No, really, fucking props to you, Ava. You’ve managed to outwhore even me-”

“Paige, you are acting crazy,” I hiss.

“Oh, now I’m crazy? I’m crazy? Maybe I fucking am, you know? For chasing after you when you clearly want nothing to fucking do with me, when you’re obviously ready to jump into bed with the next girl you run into-”

“I didn’t fuck her!” I yell, interrupting her rant. Her eyes are wide as she stares at me.

“Oh, really?” She demands, chest heaving.

I want to laugh at the absurdity of it. Of the fact that she’s standing in front of me, accusing me of doing what she did. Of all of it, because we’re right back where we started, in this fucking apartment where she broke my heart for the first time. 

I fall to the bed, facing her from where I’m sitting at the edge.

I sigh.

“I didn’t sleep with her, Paige,” I say slowly, bracing myself for what I’m about to admit that I know next: “You did.”

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers fic #fic #wcbb #paige bueckers x oc #uconn wbb #✂️ anon #ncaaw

[cometcrystal]

baaulpisms of rage from the 1st scorpy mario party stream

because i think they are funy

yoshi has no coins

that's not fair!!! NOT FAIR NOT FAIR!! GIVE ME COINS SO I CAN GET ANOTHER STAR

i hate donkey kong that brute

yoshi gonna win now (moaning noise)

NOOO YOSHI WANTS MORE COINS (yoshi whaaat sticker)

god dammit EVERYONE GETS SO MANY MORE COINS THAN ME :(

i hope my enemies fail.

I DONT GET ANY COINSSSS

YO WHERE IS HE WHERE'S THAT RAT (trog)

don't look at the screen (while he's in 1st)

i hate this stupid idiot. who sanctioned this race

(groaning in agony while giving coins to the koopa bank)

i hate not being in first :(

AW JUST TAKE YOUR FUCKIN TURN

EVERYONE TELL BOWSER TO HIT HER (holly)

NOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

WHY DID I BUY THIS GAME

this [minigame] is emasculating

(while buying a star) this doesn't put me in 1st place so im still not happy

i hope i win

(wailing in agony as he lands on a red space)

OH NOOO I NEED TO WIN COINS

trog: that was stressful / baaulp: NO IT WASNT SHUT UP IM LOSING

NOOOOOO WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TURNS

NOOOO EVERYONE'S PULLING AHEAD OF MEEEE

i hate this i hate this SO much

YOSHI CRY....

trog: that's pretty good for me / baaulp: no. no it isnt. dont look

(after holly buys a pipe) NO. WHY DO THEY EVEN OFFER THAT

aaaugh just get the--WHY ARE YOU EVEN LOOKING AT THE MAP

(in the tone of a child throwing a tantrum) I'M IN LAST

(wailing in agony again as scorpy gets a star)

THIS IS THE FINAL TURN HOW AM I GONNA WIN???

im bringing this up in rtvs congress

bonus from part 2

i hope you get a septum piercing and a baboon rips it out

#rtvs #baaulp #radio tv solutions

[writing-blog-iguess]

Online Matchup 7

Summery: It’s Jason’s first gala since he came back to Gotham. As expected, he’s n a little nervous. But don’t worry, you’re there to help him get through it.

Warning: fluff, swearing

Words: 4.2 k

A/N: So, here's the long awaited gala scene. Feedback is always welcome and Enjoy!

Taglist: @xoxoyourdoll @teapartydreams

ao3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8

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October 29

Jason (10:30 am) *sent a picture of the two of you cuddling on your couch*

Y/N When the fuck did you take that?

Jason Such language And so early in the day

Y/N First of all, you swear just as much as I do so shut And second of all, answer the question Jason

Jason But you know the answer We fell asleep on the couch last week

Y/N But we didn’t cuddle We were on the opposite sides of the couch!

Jason You’re right But somewhere in the night That happened

Y/N I do not remember that

Jason Because I got off the couch before you woke up Didn’t want you to be embarrassed

Y/N Sir, I call bullshit You love making me flustered

Jason That maybe so, but I needed the bathroom I tried to wake you up But man, you sleep like the dead

Y/N I’m very proud

Jason No kidding So, what are you up to today?

Y/N Homework, probably Clean the apartment Been slacking with that lately And with the party that’s happening on Tuesday, I need to make sure things are put away before they can break

Jason You don’t strike me as a party person

Y/N I am not My friend loves to throw Halloween parties And it’s usually at my place

Jason And you're okay with it?

Y/N We have a deal I let her throw it at my place She has to clean it up the day after

Jason But Halloween is on a Tuesday Don’t you guys have classes the next day?

Y/N Yup and she knows that I take great pleasure in seeing her clean while hungover She’s going to do a shit job cause she’ll be rushing But she wanted it on Halloween

Jason You’re a bit of a sadist aren’t you?

Y/N Only with my friends and they do that themselves I wanted to hold it yesterday But noooooo, it has to be on Halloween

Jason Your friends sound lovely

Y/N Don’t get me wrong They are but sometimes it feels like I have all the brain cells

Jason That’s hard to believe Sometimes I think you don’t have any

Y/N Wow WOW Guess you’re not invited to the party anymore

Jason That’s okay I probably couldn’t make it

Y/N Helping your brothers again?

Jason I plead the fifth

Y/N You ain’t slick I see you

Jason (3:40 am) Finished everything you wanted to get done today?

Y/N Cleaning, yes Homework, no

Jason How come you're always doing homework?

Y/N I don’t know if you’ve noticed But I’m in school And in order to pass and get my degree I need to hand in my assignments

Jason Lame

Y/N That’s just rude Why do you wanna know? Planning to have a sleepover again

Jason No Just curious

Y/N That’s a little sus babe

Jason I didn’t know we were up to pet names now

Y/N I retract the pet name If we started using pet names, I wouldn’t start with bade

Jason Looking forward to hearing what you’ll use

Y/N Mm, we’ll see

A series of knocking woke you up from your accidental nap. Blinking wearily, you tried to figure out what had woken you up.  The knocking started again, and you let your head lull in that direction. “Okay, okay. I’m coming, I’m coming,” you grumbled, as you slowly got off the couch. 

You pulled the blanket from the couch and wrapped it around your shoulders as you made your way to the door. Unlocking it, you pulled the door open and blinked at a very well-dressed Jason. 

“Was there a date we agreed to that I somehow forgot about?” you asked and moved out of the way when Jason let himself in. 

“What? No, why would you say that?” he asked, pacing around the living room. You closed the door and turned around, meekly gesturing to his outfit.  

“You’re in a tux.” 

“Huh?” he said and looked down. “Oh. Yeah no, this is for something else.” “Okay…? Can I help you with something then?” 

“So, there’s this gala tonight,” Jason said, going back to pacing, “and it’s the first one I’m attending. And Bruce has the idea of making a statement that I wasn’t actually dead.” 

“So, it’s the dead coming back to life thing,” you mused, “does Bruce have a story?” 

“Yup. He has everything planned but I-” 

“You’re not ready to be integrated back into society,” you finished and he merely nodded. “What me to come with? Act as your buffer?” That had stopped Jason’s pacing and he turned towards you in surprise. 

 “You’d do that?” he asked, shrugging. “You’ll be in front of cameras. You’ll meet my family for the first time.” 

“I know,” you said, hiding how nervous you were at the thought of meeting them for the time. “But you need help, and maybe someone in your corner.” 

“But you don’t know the full story.” 

“I don’t need it to help you.” 

“I could kiss you.” 

“I’ll count this as date two,” you said, smiling when he snorted. “What time do you need to be there?” 

Jason looked at his watch before answering. “Twenty minutes.”

“Give me ten.”

“There’s no way you’ll be ready in time,” Jason said, and you ignored him in favour of going to the bathroom. 

“We’ll see about that,” you muttered as you started the shower. 

Shower done, and hair dried, you wrapped a towel around you and quickly made your way to the bedroom. Jason had the decency of looking away when he saw you coming out of the bathroom.

If there was one thing about Jason, he was a gentleman and it was something you liked about him.

You closed the door behind you, and went through your closet until you found the dressing bag. Taking it out, you unzipped it, wanting to know if there was anything it needed before putting it on. To your relief, there wasn't.

Putting it on, you did one final check to make sure everything was good before going to the living room.

“Well, I stand corrected,” Jason said when he heard the bedroom door open. “That was less than-wow,” he breathed out when he looked up to see you standing there. “You look fantastic.”

Putting your hands behind your back, you swayed a little, looking a little shy. “You think so?”

“I know so,” he answered, giving you a smile. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can stay here and have a movie marathon. We don't have to.”

“Yeah, but you’ll be delaying the inevitable,” you said, making your way to him. Standing in front of him, you took his hands and squeezed. “I know you're not ready for it, and you probably never will. But I’ll be there with you the entire night. You just need to trust me that I will.”

Jason’s eyes softened and he cupped your face, thumb gently stroking your cheeks. “I do,” he whispered. You smiled and turned your head slightly and kissed his palm.

“Then let’s go make the best out of a shitty situation.”

The ride to the venue was a lot shorter than you had anticipated. But the drive was spent in silence as the both of you mentally prepared yourselves for the night.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were getting yourself into, but you planned to see this through.

Jason slowly made his way through the line and pulled the car in park when it was your turn to get out. Before you could reach for the handle, Jason’s hand tightened around yours, stopping you from moving.

Sitting back, you turned to Jason. “Everything okay?”

“Are you sure about this?” Jason asked, and your eyes softened. “I mean it, we can turn around and do something else.”

“I’m sure,” you said, leaning over slightly. “But if you're not ready, I’m sure Bruce would understand the situation.”

“It's not what I’m worried about,” he said, “the life of a Wayne can be pretty hectic. With being in the public, everyone’s eyes are on you. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable when the media tries to find who you are. I…I don’t want you to leave because of them.”

“We’ll, it’s a good thing I don't care what people think,” you said, squeezing his hand. “I doubt they’ll follow you around. The tabloids are more interested in Bruce Wayne than they are of his kids. And when it’s focused on them, it’s usually at events like these or if they did something newsworthy.” You paused, biting your lip when you realized you might have gone too far. “Um, no offense.”

Jason laughed, shaking his head. “None taken. Ready?”

“Ready when you are,” you answered, squeezing his hand one more time. He gave it a kiss and told you to stay in the car for a moment. You watched as he left, and walked around the car only to open your door.

“My lady,” he teased, holding out his hand to you. You took it with a smile, and stepped out of the car, ignoring the shouts and the camera flashes.

“My good sir,” you teased back, linking your arm through his. Leaning over slightly to whisper in Jason’s ear, “do we need to stay for pictures?”

“No, we can just go in,” Jason answered and led the way. You tightened your grip on his arm as you followed and swallowed down your nerves. “Ready?”

“Never going to stop asking that tonight?” you asked, shooting him a teasing smile.

“When it comes to your well-being? Never.”

“My knight in shining armor.”

“I thought that would be Red Hood,” he questioned as the two of you walked through the doors. He laughed when you hit his chest, grumbling that you should have never told him about your little crush on the hero.

“Shut up,” you whined, though happy to see him in better spirits. “So, are there any rules I need to follow before I make a fool out of myself?”

“I don’t think you could ever make a fool out of yourself,” Jason said, looking around. As if he was looking for someone to avoid or to say hello to.

“Well, clearly you don’t know me very well,” you said, guiding him to the bar you spotted when walking in. “At some point or another, I can and will embarrass myself. If given the change.”

“Then I’ll make sure you don’t have a chance. What are you doing?” he asked when he noticed where he was. 

“Getting a drink,” you answered like it was obvious. You turned to the bartender about to order.

“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking?” Jason asked before you could. You sent him a pointed look, with a shake of your head.

“I’m like, a few months younger than you. What do you think? I’ll have water please,” you said to the bartender, shooting her a smile. She returned it and went to get your drink. “Make those two please?”

“Not a problem.”

“You’re so weird,” he stated, watching as you retrieved the glasses when they were set in front of you. He took the glass you were offering, and held it.

“Yet here we are,” you said, taking a sip. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Before you could reply to Jason, a voice called from behind you. The both of you turned and you hid your laugh behind your hand at the look Jason made.

“Well, that didn’t take long for them to find me,” he muttered, turning away as his brothers, well at least that’s who you think they were, walked towards you.

“It was bound to happen sooner or later,” you reminded him, holding his hand that wasn’t holding the cup. 

“Was hoping to spend a little more time with you before my idiot brothers found us,” Jason muttered into his cup. 

“Yeah, but you get to take me home when it’s all over and done with,” you reminded and took great pleasure in watching him get flustered. Clearing his throat, he took a sip from his cup before shooting you a dark look.

“Careful Little Bird, or you’re going to give a gentleman the wrong meaning,” he whispered. A shiver ran down your spine at the meaning and you quickly averted your gaze.

“Hey, Jason! So glad you made it,” one of his brothers said as they reached you. He patted Jason’s shoulder and he shrugged it off, frowning.

“It's not like Bruce gave me much of a choice,” he answered, “where is he anyways?”

“Taking care of last-minute details at work,” he answered, causing Jason to roll his eyes. You get the feeling they’re talking about something else. 

Minding your business, you take another sip, letting your gaze roam around the room. It only turned back when a hand was thrust in front of you.

You gazed at the hand and followed its path until you were met with the smiling brother. “Hello,” you greeted, hesitantly shaking the offered hand.

“Hi, who’s this Jay?” The brother asked. You squinted at him, recalling if you’ve ever met him before. You haven’t, but something about him seems familiar.

“My date,” he answered curtly. Letting go of your hand, you mourned the loss of contact until he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Y/N, this is Dick.”

“Dick Grayson at your service,” he greeted, smiling widely at you.

“Hi,” you repeated, squinting at him slightly. “You're the cop brother out in Bludhaven.”

Dick eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Yeah, that’s me. I didn’t know Jason talks about me.”

“Not just you,” you corrected, “he talks about all of his siblings.” And made a noise when you felt Jason pinch your side.

“All good things I hope,” a different brother said, popping his head out from behind Dick. “Tim Drake.”

“No, he usually complains about the shit you’ve guys pulled,” you said, making them laugh. “You’re the asshole who gave Conner my number.”

“That would be me,” he said proudly, grinning. “How’d you find out?”

“My sister’s dating Conner and she got it out of him,” you explained, “I hope you know I’m getting my revenge.”

Tim narrowed his eyes at you, as if he was sizing you up. You only raised an eyebrow and met his stare. “I doubt it,” he finally said with a snort.

“I don’t think you know who you’re messing with,” Jason said, “don’t underestimate them.”

“Why? Because they’re dating you?”

“Sir, I don’t need anyone to fight my battles for me,” you interrupted, “I’m the oldest of four, majoring in engineering. But you already know that since you’ve been snooping in my life.”

“Not much of a life though, is it?” 

“Maybe, and that’s okay,” you said with a shrug. “Though before you write me off, ask Conner what happened during spirit week his freshman year.”

That made him nervous, like he knew what you meant. Smiling sweetly, you reached out and patted his head. “You don’t want to make an enemy out of me,” you said and turned to the shorter of the group.

“Demon spawn?” you questioned without thinking. There was a brief moment of silence before everyone but you and the youngest started laughing. He scowled and you downed your drink wishing that it was something stronger. You set it down and hide your face in your hands, groaning. “Oh no, please don’t tell me I actually said that.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Jason apologized, but he didn’t sound apologetic at all. 

“You aren’t that far off though,” Tim piped up. 

“I am so so sorry,” you said, voice sounding a bit muffled, “I didn’t mean to say that, I don’t know why that came out.”

“I have no doubt that Todd had any help with that,” he said, clearing his throat he crossed his arms and introduced himself. “It's Damian Wayne, the only son of Bruce Wayne.”

“Y/N,” you muttered out, finally dropping your hands from your face. “And probably. Every time Jason talks about you, he doesn't say your name.”

“Okay, don’t tell them all my secrets now,” Jason teased, squeezing you into his sides. 

“The night’s still young,” Dick said with a smile, “who knows what secrets they might spill.”

You turned to Jason, and poked his cheek until he turned to look at you. “Shoot me, if I say anything embarrassing about myself or you tonight, just shoot me. I’m okay with that,” you said with a serious face. 

“Sorry sweetie, no can do,” he said with a smile. “I like you too much to do that.” Hanging your head in defeat, you sighed.

“Damn,” you sighed, “guess I’ll suffer then.”

“That’s okay, I’ll suffer with you,” Jason said, leaning over and hiding his face in his hair. You could feel the smile that he was trying to hide. 

“At least that’s a plus,” you couldn’t help saying. That caused another round of laughter. You smiled; happy it was going better than what you expected. “I thought you had another brother, and like two sisters?”

“We do, they just couldn’t make it today,” Dick was quick to say. You raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. 

“I thought it was a mandatory thing for your family. Having to come to these fancy parties.”

“Sometimes, but when Bruce gives some of us a free pass when the need arises,” Jason explained. “But I’m sure if they knew you’d be here, they’d be here too,” Jason quickly added when you frowned.

“Man, I was really hoping to actually meet Stephanie,” you said, and shrugged. “Maybe next time.”

“There you all are,” a voice called from behind. You all turned to see Bruce standing behind Dick, smiling. “Ah, you must be Y/N I’ve heard so much about.” You doubted that for a minute, knowing Jason isn’t one to share things with his family. Then you looked at Tim and things started to make sense. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

You shook his head when he offered, and smiled at it. “Nice to meet you too Mr. Wayne.”

“I’d love to stay and chat, but I need Jason for a moment,” he said, turning to Jason, “are you ready?”

“Do we really need to do this?” he asked, and made a face when Bruce nodded. “Alright. Are you going to be okay for a while?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you reassured with a smile. “I’ll find you later.”

You were wrong, so very wrong. The minute Bruce and Jason left your hearing range, his brothers turned on you like vultures circling their next meal. You weren’t sure how long you stood there answering questions you didn’t know how to answer.

When you finally managed to escape, you took a breath and began your search for Jason. You found him talking with Bruce and a reporter. 

Quietly standing beside him, you grabbed his hand and ignored the conversation they were having. Jason squeaked your hand in acknowledgement, and you smiled, leaning your head on his arm.

After a moment, the reporter and Bruce excused themselves and Jason turned to you. “You doing okay?”

Taking back your hand, you moved it to cupped his cheeks and squished his cheeks together. Jason tried to smile, but it looked a little lopsided squished between your hands. “Never leave me alone with your brothers again.”

“It couldn’t have been that bad,” he muttered out with a laugh.

“They grilled me like I was a bad guy,” you said, “and I felt like it too. Jason, I am not the bad guy. I felt like one of those creeps that the heroes fight and needed information on something I couldn’t give them. I don’t want to feel like that again, had me questioning if I was right for you or not.”

“Not being overly dramatic?” Jason asked, and you squished his face more in retaliation. “Okay. I get it,” he said, grabbing your hands and moving them off his face. “That was wrong of them for making you feel like that. No one should go through what you just did.”

“Like I get, they’re your family and they want what’s best for you, you know? Like they care about you, and I get that Dick is looking out for you. But Tim? The dude told me I could do so much better than you and Damian? I’m pretty sure he said that you could do better than me? I don’t know, I stopped listening to them at a certain point.”

“Well, they shouldn’t have said that to begin with at all. And I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Jason said, you waved away his worry.

“No, no, you probably could. But that’s not the point, the point is they could be very good cops if they wanted to,” you said, “it felt like an interrogation. And I hope that I never have to do that again when I meet your sisters.”

“At this rate, I don’t think you will,” he said and you looked up at him in confusion. “Don’t worry about it. Come on, let's dance.”

“But I don’t know how to,” you said as Jason started pulling you to the dance floor.

“Don’t worry about it. All you have to do is follow my lead,” he said, twirling you around until you stood in front of him. You looked up, squinting at him. He laughed, guiding your hands to his shoulders before putting his hands on your waist. “Don’t look at me like that, I know how to dance.”

“Oh, I got that. I’m just surprised,” you said, doing as he said and following him as he started dancing.

“I’m full of surprises, Birdie.”

“So, how long do we have to stay here?” you asked after dancing in silence. Jason raised his eyebrows at you.

“You want to leave already? Feels like we just got here,” he countered. Shaking your head, you looked around before meeting his eyes.

“Don’t lie. I’m not sure how long we’ve been here but it has got to be an hour maybe,” you guessed, “and not yet. But I’m getting hungry and I haven’t found any food around. I thought they had food at these events.”

“They usually do,” he said, looking around to see if he could find any. “But it looks like they are either going to the kitchens to get some more, or there is none.”

“Man, that’s a shame. I’m starving.”

“I thought you ate earlier?”

“Nope. When you came over, I was taking a nap. I haven’t eaten since lunch, and even then, it was just a bag of chips,” you said. Jason sent you a disapproving look making you smile sheepishly. 

“You need to take better care of yourself. But we can leave whenever you’re ready.”

“I’ll leave when you’re ready too,” you said through a yawn. “Who knows? Maybe you have to do more interviews or speak to the crowd or something.”

“Nope, I’m done talking to people,” he explained, “all I have to do is stand beside Bruce when he’s giving the speech to everyone. After that we can leave.”

The two of you danced two move dances, before someone announced that Bruce had an announcement to make. You came to a stop, and you watched as Jason sighed. “Well, that’s my cue.”

“I’ll be standing front row where you could see me,” you reminded him, “I won’t be far.”

“You, Birdie are a godsend,” he said, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Careful there, Jason. Treat someone like that, they’re gonna think they’re really special to you,” you retorted, reaching up to pat his cheek gently.

“Maybe they already are,” he said and left, leaving you flustered. You covered your face with your hands and silently screamed. There was something about Jason that made you feel cared for, and you weren’t quite sure how to deal with.

Pushing away those feelings for now, you collected yourself and turned to make your way towards the growing crowd.

After a minute of politely pushing your way through the crowd, you found yourself standing beside Jason's brothers. Not one to be rude, you smiled hello to them and turned to the front where Jason was standing a little bit behind Bruce. You gave Jason a small wave, which he returned before Bruce started talking.

You tried to listen as Bruce told the story he had come up with, but your mind kept wandering to your relationship with Jason, and where it might lead to. The thought of the future was scary, but you couldn’t see a future without him. Maybe the two of you were going a little fast, but you found that you didn’t care as much as you should.

If he’s the one, why overthink it?

Soon enough, clapping brought you out of your thoughts. Shaking your head, you joined in the clapping and slipped away from his brothers before they decided to go for a round two.

“Wasn’t so bad, right?” you asked once you reached him. He shrugged and grabbed your hand before pulling you towards an exit.

“Would have been a lot better if you were standing with me,” he answered, “but yeah. It was okay. Now, ready for some burgers?”

“More than ready.” 

#jason todd gn!reader #jason todd x reader #my writing #online match up #reader insert #jason todd imagine #gender neutral reader #jason todd

[historicity-was-already-taken]

the dumbest part about being both a Person and a Historian* is that you literally can't take a sparkly eyed view of ANYTHING. Like "ooh ww2 was the last just war where the good guys won~~"

and i kind of blame decades of Cold War propaganda for this, but lmao no the fuck they didn't. Stalin is not in any universe a "good guy," and it's pretty astounding to me how many layers of US-propaganda about history I've subconsciously absorbed in regard to WW2. But a lot of that is also that the Soviet Archives only opened to researchers like, 10(?) years ago.

The other part, which I am not getting into any serious conversations about rn tyvm, is that when I was a little kid the Elders taught me that the creation of the State of Israel was like, the happy ending to the Holocaust/WW2, or like, an apology for the Holocaust. Which, no the fuck it wasn't. Like, I don't blame them because they were all living with decades of untreated trauma, but, noooooo Grandma it wasn't.

I kind of miss having naive delusions about the world, tbh.

*yes this does imply that historians are not humans. iykyk

#evening ramblings

[joohanisms]

Thinking about xdh (mostly gaon and jooyeon tbh) with a partner who is into being overstimulated

Like all of them would indulge you but gaon (a menace) and jooyeon (a munch) would be ready to test that out right then and there

OH. OH NOOOOOO WHY WOULD YOU AWAKEN THE JOOYEON THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD

xdh with a partner that is into being overstimulated 💭💫

cw: overstimulation, oral, fingering, mention of penetrative sex, dom/sub dynamics (punishments), edging, toys, mention of safeword, mention of squirting, mention of thigh riding

omg. i'll talk briefly about everyone but i'll leave jiseok and jooyeon for last because i have a lot of thoughts hehe

gunil

you would have to ask him to do it to you.

he's soooo respectful unless you ask him not to be LMAO

so as soon as you cum and ride it out, he'll usually stop.

unlesssssssssss........

you either tell him beforehand, before he even pulls his cock out, that you're in the mood to be overstimulated orrrrr....

you're getting close and between moans and whispers of his name, you tell him not to stop after you cum. to keep going, please, keep going.

jungsu

our polite boy!!

much like gunil, you'd have to ask.

i don't see him much as a punitive dom, but if you tease him enough (which is a LOT. he's really patient, especially when it comes to you), you might get overstimulated as a punishment.

i loveee punishments that are more like a treat because it's so obvious what you wanted it in the first place LMAO

so yeah maybe he has you riding his thigh while he holds a vibrator do your clit... maybe he's drilling into you and his thumb won't leave your clit... maybe he's fingering you nonstop on all fours, while he presses you into the mattress.... who knows!

seungmin

look he's a menace all right

even though overstimulating is not his favorite - seen as he's more of an edging guy - he really enjoys it.

likes to rile you up so badly that you barely need anything to cum, and even less to be overstimulated.

if you like a little pain-pleasure, he might give your clit a little nip after all is said and done. as a treat <3

hyeongjun

hmm jun was a little harder to write tbh... i don't see him being crazy about roughly overstimulating you, even though he DOES really like the red streaks your nails leave on his back

but his favorite form of overstimulating you is by making you cum with his fingers or his cock. letting you catch your breath slightly. and then moving down your body to lick you clean.

like, syrupy, honeyed strokes of his tongue - slow, lazy, tasting.

it's not like the rest of them, where overstimulating is more of an extension, if not a part of, sex. it borders on aftercare, with how soft he is.

it's never stimulation enough to make you cum again. just enough to drive you a little crazy.

(if you want more, though... just ask. he'll eat you out nicely <3)

jiseok

if you're into being overstimulated as much as he is into overstimulating, gaon would have a field day everytime you had sex. be it penetrative, oral, fingering, whatever.

he'd be soooooo delighted to overstimulate you in any way.

i think i've said before that he DEFINITELY has a vibrator.... yeah it would be one of your best friends fr

jiseok sees the vibe as an ally instead of an enemy (as all men should) and is soooooo okay if you ask him to use it on you when you want it a little rougher!!

(but tbh the first time you asked he did get a little pissy. all like oh am i not enough for you???? do you need more???? but that quickly escalated into overstimulating you out of spite

but dw i'm so sure that when you started having sex he would've gone over the Yes And No list of kinks and things you both like + set a safeword so that spite was.. mm.. calculated. and after that it just became a staple in your sex lives,

but anyways!! jiseok is completely fine with the vibe and any other toys he could use in his favor) (also omg have y'all ever thought about double penetration with him...... now you have)

when he's overstimulating you he will keep going until you physically push him away/say STOP or say the safeword (plus with time he'll pick up on your tells to know when it's time to stop so you won't even need to do anything <33).

and again, as much as all the other guys would indulge you, he gets such a kick out of making you give him all you have. he gets impossibly hot and bothered and hard.

if he comes and keeps playing with you, he gets hard again in record time.

the aftercare is always so good after he fingered four orgasms out of you <3 won't have you lift a FINGER!!

jooyeon

now our jooyeon our lovely boy

the first time he overstimulated you was by accident.

he was just sooooo focused on eating you out - and as we know he loves it and gets genuine pleasure out of it - that he barely noticed you had already cum and kept going until the hands tangled in his hair threatened to rip his locks out.

but he's not dumb!!!! he DID notice you came twice more before you pulled him away!!! do not think he'll let that slide!!

and so with playful mutual slutshaming, it became a thing <3

whenever you want to be overstimulated, just... let him be. don't pull him away, don't tell him to stop, just let him have his fill. believe me, he won't stop unless you stop him.

guy loves eating pussy what can i say

has made you squirt before and if he's feeling playful he will try his damn hardest to get you to do that again. well, he's playful until he actually gets his bangs wet. then he's so fucking horny.

does this thing with his tongue on your clit that if he makes you cum and keeps doing that, you're cumming again in the next 30 seconds. he loves it <3

#xdinary heroes fanfic #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh imagines #xdh smut #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes smut #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh hard hours #xdinary heroes x reader smut #gunil x reader #goo gunil x reader #jungsu x reader #gaon smut #gaon imagine #gaon x reader #kwak jiseok imagine #kwak jiseok smut #kwak jiseok x reader #o.de x reader #o.de smut #oh seungmin imagine #oh seungmin smut #junhan x reader #jun han x reader #lee jooyeon x reader #lee jooyeon imagine #lee jooyeon smut

[crimswnred]

LOVE ISLAND THE GAME TEMPTING FATE: thoughts and mostly prayers

for the first time in a long time we are the hottest character in the cast LET'S GOOOOOOO

here's my girl

oh ok, Jin is the funny boy of the season™ and also the Asian guy™

and Theo and Claudia are the day one couple ughh I'm sensing hate being thrown to my girl as we speak

Claudia what are you doing here it's carnaval 😭

Oakley hates Emel wtf 😭😭😭😭

I, for one, love Emel, she'll be my best frenemie

"gonna rule myself out" SHUT UP

me and Jin hit it off y'all I don't know what to tell you he told a joke I laughed we fuck that's how it goes for me every season

Theo isn't like Ozzy because Ozzy had no shame and would just blatantly flirt with us, Theo is more like Noah or Kobi

Jin is gonna be my boy but I'm eyeing Oakley up

Jack can fuck off I guess

Jesus Christ that was a loooong episode, EPISODE TWO HERE WE GO

Theo and Claudia? oh I'm breaking this couple but not the way y'all think 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

first date with Theo: potentially a great friends to lovers dynamics

homeland MENTIONED

well, Theo, I'm really close with my family in Brazil too

first date with Jack: he's cute, I won't lie... and what's that that I heard? HE HAS TWO MUMS LET'S GO LESBIANS

first date with Jin: if he didn't tell me every 5 seconds he's a model, I would never guess.

he's so silly 😭 yeah guys he's ticking my boxes

LIKE the prank? it wasn't the best prank ever but it was kind of funny

last but not least, first date with Oakley: okay local hero vibes. he's kinda serious, I really like him

"I perform better when Oakley is watching" JIN SHUT UP

okayyyy little kissy kiss

Luna didn't like me at all, did she? 😭 I don't blame her, like, I did kiss her man twice already... and I like how she came and talked to me to clear things out but it's obvious fusebox is gonna make her hate me no matter what

I can't deal with Emel's style 💀

me saying I hate cheaters as if cheating hasn't been my game for like, 5 out of 7 seasons 😭😭

okayyy so apparently we are not the first bombshell, cool. so why are we picking who we want to couple up???

Jin is kind of a player oh noooooo

me: I hate cheaters!! also me: sneaks out to meet Jin in the daybeds

Jin: we should always be honest!! also Jin: tells Luna we were just drinking water.

the girl will be DUMPED? alright........

okay, now, where's the Tempting Fate part?

conclusion: it just feels a lot like season 4, except none of the girls acted bitchy towards us like Lexi did. Am I dying of excitement? not even close. but I like Jin so far and also Oakley, so let's see how it goes

#litg #litg s8 #litg tempting fate #love island the game #love island the game season 8 #volume 1 #bia plays s8

[tipsygnostalgy]

"It was never that serious," said Rose Lalonde calmly. — a deranged rant on update rose + philosophy

now that rose has officially hopped onto the "nothing matters" track of things i'm inclined to believe faux-absurdism is a sleeping agent in the strilondian neuroticism paradigm moreso than a real plot point but yeah anyway i have mixed feelings

on one hand i can definitely see why people don't like her / think she's ooc. the classic process of "cause major change in a character" goes inciting incident -> development -> big blowout moment demonstrating the change (appropriated + bastardized from mr freytag himself), and in my personal opinion the comic jumped the gun on this one? we get the inciting incident (candy timeline's irrelevancy) and both irl timeline and character arcwise are plunged straight into the blowout with very little time in between. there's a tiny hint with the light symbol playing a role (more on this later) but for the most part it feels sudden and unjustified if you're insane about rose + understand sufficient epilogues metaphilosophy + and are coded specifically to like this type of shit you Get Exactly What's Going On and fucking dig it. if you don't, you think they've put her through a meat grinder and i can see both

on the OTHER. dear god i'm sucking on the sweet teats of knowledge and absurdism like a baby at the bath. her swapping her constant need of "why" to "why not" and both rose's constant struggle with Light mixing with the irrelevancy of candy and coalescing in one big idgaf war except.

except on the third hand it's worth mentioning that she's also half-assing absurdism so bad that it gets pathetic. her last line "I knew you would forgive me anyway" actually solidifies this arc as one big tantrum that they plan on developing into Not A Thing (hopefully) because she doesn't tell kanaya "I knew it wouldn't matter." the forgiveness is what she focuses on. the forgiveness matters. kanaya still matters to her whether this dumbass light player is consciously aware of this or not and i think ironically KANAYA knows this better than she does which is part of her saying she refuses to mediate this one. on a rosemary level this is jaw-dropping on a character level BOOOO

MAKE HER ABSURDIST! make her sit there and do things not for the sake of kanaya but literally only to do them. make her sit there and genuinely believe the only obligation in reality is to live it. dirk fails at being a true absurdist too he starts injecting meaning into life like there's motherfucking nothing and rose actually acknowledging there's zero meaning whatsoever but living anyway and in that process learning to love life (juxtaposes jake's adventurer) would juxtapose her to him but NOOOOOO she has to sit there and go Well there's no meaning to Life. It was Never that serious. Fuck you. but then refuse to kill herself (thereby proving camus right once again) then now what. now What. Ohhhh "nothing" matters cool then die. dirk's suicide was meaningful because he broke that formula okay he went There's no meaning to life? Ok. then immediately hung himself he DEVOURED that sequence he subverted absurdism back into existentialism which is cool but ROSE COULD PERPENDICULAR THAT!

#homestuck #rose lalonde #homestuck meta #homestuck analysis #dirk strider #hs

[artistnerd24]

*sighs*

Just some final goodbyes before I go off into a void…

Goodbye part of Familoier

Goodbye Bobby Fields

Goodbye blue-purple wings

Goodbye Hatsune Miku

Goodbye part of Bolas

Goodbye first woman of the island

Goodbye most Cucurucho jumpscared

Goodbye Bubbleduo (NOOOOOO I JUST REALIZED THEY ARE GONE TOO NOOOOOOO THEY WERE LITERALLY MY FAVORITE DUO)

Goodbye Empanada meeting her last mom

Goodbye Jaiden having a second chance at being a parent

Goodbye FedJaiden lore

Goodbye Osito’s best friend

Goodbye leader of the Jaidens

Goodbye the first one to die on the server

Goodbye my favorite cubito…

Goodbye qJaiden… hope you are flying happily alongside Bobby…

#qsmp #qsmp jaiden #goodbye jaiden 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 #I’M NOT CRYING YOU ARE