#WHO IS CHEWING ON HIS BRAKES???

[alex-not-albon]

praying charles has some sort of exit clause istg

#WHYS THE BAD LUCK ALWAYS HAPPENING TO HIM #WHO IS CHEWING ON HIS BRAKES??? #f1 #charles leclerc #cl16

[postersofleon]

Virgin Who Can't Drive

Leon is trying to teach you how to drive so you'll visit him in Raccoon City.

content: fluff and smut

- request

notes: afab fem!reader; fluffy couple who love each other; talking about porn; praise kink coming from both leon and reader; it's a short long. I wanted to write a fluffy sex scene because re2 leon is so lovely. um, i don't like the ending. y'know, it's like written perfectly in your mind and the next day it's just an ass writing of it. both reader and leon are virgins. it took forever because i hate myself so here you go

part two (here)

taglist: @argreion

Leon smiled brightly at you as he saw your cheeks puff up. "C'mon, reverse isn't that bad." He hoped his words be enough to make you feel better, but you looked so frustrated. "I, I panic controlling this machine." Once he heard those words come from your mouth, he sighed softly.

A typical nice day with his girlfriend who hated the idea of driving. "Once these cities are walkable, I'm going to finally hate less my life." You reverse the car gently, you focused on the car and on Leon. Leon nodded his head slowly, "Yeah, good, good..." Your cheeks began to burn a bit from his words.

"Sweetie, focus." Leon said kindly.

You wanted to desperately mock him, judge him for his cute words, but what else can you do this exact second.

"Okay." You said almost immediately. You kept your hands on the wheel as you slowly turned the wheel. Once you completely turned the car, you turned to see Leon with a happy smile, "Yeah, see, I told you you can do it." Leon kissed your cheek, and it was so easy to know that he did this to praise your little heart.

"Ready to drive?" Leon asked.

You nodded your head weakly as you began to drive. Your foot on the gas and the other foot just stayed floating above the brake. You weren't a complete idiot at the idea of driving, you knew how to make turns and stuff, but the fear of the other drivers made your stomach turn. If you weren't a reckless driver, another idiot will and, fuck. You glanced at Leon, "Leon, can we just skip the driving and," You leaned a bit close to the wheel, "I hate driving."

You were twenty years old practicing how to drive with your boyfriend. No matter how positive you tried to see the story, you felt like a loser.

Leon placed the car in park, "Honey," He gently cupped your face, "Take a deep breath in." He whispered softly. You looked into his eyes and took a deep breath in. His fingers gently squeezed your cheeks to help your nerves that kept spiking up. He leaned gently and kissed your lips, "I'm here to help." Leon muttered softly. Your teeth chewed on your lower lip, "Okay."

You drove around the streets; it wasn't hard because Leon made sure to keep another extra eye as they went around. "I can't park, Lee." You mumbled softly. Leon rubbed your thigh gently, "Yes, you can, baby." He kept his hand on your thigh as you twirled the wheel into position. "That's it... good." He nodded his head slowly. You blushed at every single word he said, your cheeks burned up.

"Be careful with the other car. Nice and easy." He nodded his head slowly until you finished. You parked the car and looked at Leon, "I hate driving." You mumbled softly. Leon caressed your cheeks, "I know, but when I go to Raccoon City, I need my princess to learn how to drive so she can visit me." You looked away; it felt so unfair that Leon accepted a job so far away. Leon. You looked at the wheel of the car, "So, how many days are you betting on me to get better?"

"A couple of weeks." He promised.

And Leon was leaving in a couple of months. You needed to get rid of your stupid fear.

-

Leon was finishing his small studies of law he took in community college. It wasn't required, and probably it was wasting time and money, but he didn't mind waiting around the campus for you. Leon hated to think about leaving you alone. He wanted to take you to Raccoon City, but you needed to finish your classes. Leon didn't want you to stop everything you are doing for him. However, he feels anxious of leaving you without actually losing his virginity with you.

Both virgins who were too scared to look at real life penis or a vagina.

He had seen those trashy porn movies in his home trying to prepare, but he knew things about you. He knew you wouldn't be super sexual and he was aware that maybe his boner won't appear like he planned.

Planning sex was hard work. Especially when everyone apparently lost it in high school. It was his fault for wanting to watch Plup Fiction and Casablanca with you. He was horny, but never enough to force you to do something he knew you would be uncomfortable with.

The closest thing Leon has done was sit between your thighs as he played video games on his Sega. Your legs on his shoulders, his hands every once in a while rubbing your legs. Okay, maybe he was a moron for not having sex yet. He saw you leave your class and he stood up straight. "Honey, I was planning we can watch The Wedding Singer." He stammered out like a wheezing toy. Your eyes narrowed, "Didn't we see that already?"

"Yes," He agreed, "But, who said we can't enjoy it again."

You exhale through your mouth, "Mm, okay, I guess." Your fingers scratched your cheek, "So, The Wedding Singer and we are done for the day?"

Leon laughed softly, "Not really." He knew his face looked dumb, "I was thinking that maybe we should buy condoms."

"No fucking way." You gasped softly. Leon nodded his head excitedly, "Yup, I, I want to do it with you unt-until I go to leave. I don't want an awkward sex moment with you and fail at it." He laughed softly to himself before looking back at you. "I don't want that to be last memory of me."

You looked away from Leon and let out a laugh, "So," You held gently his arm, "I'll rewatch and see The Wedding Singer and remember that's when we had sex." Leon nodded his head, "Yeah, it'll be fun, I guess."

-

You couldn't watch the movie properly now. You kept looking at Leon as Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore fell in love. You felt yourself smile with the thought of a romantic moment with Leon. You have known for so long. You knew all his little quirks and... You are learning how to drive thanks to him. You gently pushed his hair back, you saw his moles scattered around his neck and your heart clenched.

Lee. Leon. Your love.

Leon turned to see you.

Your eyes looked down at his lips, "I love you." You whispered softly. Leon smiled weakly, "I love you more."

When the movie ended, he held your hand tightly and pulled you so close that your hips crashed with his. "So, what's the first step of sex?" You teased Leon. You had your ideas of just grinding on him until he popped a boner, but it was just your needy self. You didn't mind how long it lasted to love Leon until he was hard.

Leon laughed softly, he didn't have an exact answer, but he got into his knees and pulled out a dozen roses. You wanted to pretend you weren't digging his romantic gesture. "Lee, stop it." You groaned weakly. "Nope," He has the cutest awkward smile in the world, "I have to express my love over and over."

You accepted the flowers in a shy manner. "I hate you." You mumbled softly.

Leon and you went to car and he drove you back to your rent home you shared with roommates. "A-are we really doing this?" You asked Leon weakly. Leon nodded his head, "I brought my cassettes for the occasion." You were scared for Leon's type of music for the moment. "What's in the cassette?" You grabbed a vase to put the flowers in.

"Honestly," He clenched the cassette, "A bit of everything I thought would be romantic." Meaning, you knew Lovesong by the Cure will be there. You held Leon's hand and led him to your room, Leon felt nervous already and it pained him.

You sat on the corner of the bed. Leon nodded his head, he needed to assure himself as he prepared the cassette. Leon turned to you and smiled, "Forgive me if I fail to satisfy you." He muttered softly. He got into his knees and placed himself the only place he knew where to start. You didn't know what to do and neither did Leon. He rubbed your thigh and his hands landed on your hip.

The music of the cassette began and it was a Queen song. A small piano began and you recognized it without an issue. Leon blushed at his song choices, "I, I know I'm not good with songs." His hand grabbed your hip tightly, "A song named Jealousy shouldn't be a tape where I want to love you, but I... I can't imagine a life without you."

Your eyes looked up at the tape player and back at Leon. "Lee, I don't know how to... start." You mumbled shyly. Leon nodded his head and stood up, "I don't either," He smiled, "They don't teach this in pornos." He leaned close to you, his legs slowly tangling with yours. Neither of you were sexual aroused. But it was nice. Leon's hand caressed your face and his thumb rubbed your lip.

Your hands slowly grabbed his hip. Leon closed his eyes for a second, he leaned back and took off his white shirt off.

You knew he was in good shape. You always saw him train and see how scrawny his body was until now. He had barely formed abs and soft pecs. You usually saw this body when you two went to lake to enjoy the fresh water in a summer day. He was beautiful. More of his mole decorated his skin, he even had one so close by his nipple. His head tilted a little, his cheeks were pink, and they won't seem to fade away.

The music was completely in the background noise now. Leon closed his eyes for a second, "Okay, okay..."He swallowed weakly. Your hands stayed a while on his hip until they slowly slid down into your stomach. "Your turn." He whispered softly. His hands gently traced your stomach; his fingertips were barely even touched you skin and a small whimper escaped from his lips.

You tilted your head away. It was simple touches, yet those small butterflies formed around your stomach and between your thighs. The grip on Leon's hands tightened on your hip, and they slowly went up and up and gently pulled off your shirt. Leon smiled weakly at his new view. Your breasts looked so soft. He leaned close, his breath was against your neck, "I love you."

Your kisses met his neck and shoulders. "I love you too." You mumbled back. Leon smiled, "I like this." His hands rubbed your hips, skin on skin action wasn't as normal for you two. His hands slowly went up and took off your bra. His pecs and your breasts rubbed against each other, your nipples perked up. Leon's hand gently held your breast and placed his mouth on it. He sucked on your nipples, tugged them gently between his teeth.

The music completely disappeared now. A tiny moan escaped your lips when he pulled away from your breast and went to the other nipple.

Leon had always loved your tits. Seeing them covered with a shirt was enough for Leon, but now he was between your tits.

Leon felt how his limp dick was getting swollen up. Tighten around his jeans, aching around and becoming... it was hard to explain. This wasn't like masturbation. He had you. You felt how his bulge pressed against your covered pussy. Leon could already imagine how... fuck... your tight walls clenching around his poor aching cock. Leon's tongue traveled up until it met your neck, licking up all those details of your skin.

His own blue eyes met yours, his hand caressed your face again and pulled you close. "I, I love you." He couldn't help but repeatedly tell you those words. He meant it.

But with his dick tightening his jeans and him loving you. The next step came. You and Leon temporarily separated from each other remove your jeans. Leon was embarrassed of his tighty white underwear. He kicked them off your bed and he looked at your thighs slowly showing. Leon blushed again. You turned around and faced him. "Sorry if my vagina looks ugly." Your hands cupped your already covered pussy, but once you said those words Leon said, "I don't care." He just hoped you won't be scared of his worm.

Leon looked up at the ceiling, "So, I'll whip it out, okay?"

You nodded your head.

Leon swallowed nervously, his hands played with the elastic band and tugged them off. Your eyes couldn't stop looking at Leon's penis, "It's pretty." You whispered. His cock twitched at the compliment, "I trimmed it." Leon muttered softly. His hands played with the pubes he had, "I'm decent size." He was proud of five inches, but you didn't care of his size. You saw how his cock looked thick and heavy, and your eyes widen at how big his balls were.

"Holy shit." You mumbled softly. Your eyes saw his again, "I'm guessing that's you man spread so much."

Leon blushed again, his hand held his cock and you noticed the pre cum sticking around. You liked how Leon's cock looked. Most of the other dicks you have seen with Leon for future practice were kind of ugly looking. "It's okay?" Leon asked you.

You nodded your head.

Now it was your turn. You slowly took them off, Leon groaned weakly when he saw his girlfriend's pussy. His thigh clenched, "Baby..." You looked away for a second until you looked back at him. "Is it...pretty?" Leon nodded his head, but there was no thoughts in his mind. He was so curious of being of you now. Just the tip would be nice...

Learning was taking forever. But nobody mind it. You leaned back and Leon was rubbing his shaft between you pussy lips. His eyes fluttered a bit as how good this felt, your small moans made him want to fuck you so badly. His cock's tip caressed your cunt, his cock then just spilled his cum. It was spilling out and covering your pussy with his seed. He groaned weakly, "S-sorry..." He forced his half hard cock deep in you.

Losing your virginity was so... strange.

His cock made space for himself inside your pussy. You were gasping with every single push. He just kept pushing and pushing your walls open until he was fully in. His cock was still cumming, "Sorry for cumming." Leon muttered softly. He wanted to keep himself nice and hard for you. His hands grabbed your hips and kept himself close. Your wall kept clenching and drying up his cock.

He moaned softly. Leon's head tilted back as he released all his cum deep in you, "S-sorry-" He whispered softly. He looked back down, he smiled weakly at you.

Leon caressed your cheeks gently, rubbing the palm of his hand to your cheeks.

-

"Leon," You felt your heart beat so fast, the phone was pressed against your cheek, "Leon, you have been in Raccoon City for three days, and, fuck, baby, you haven't answered yet." You drove around the empty streets. Leon never just decides not to call you or ignore your calls. He isn't that type of guy. You threw your phone on the passenger's seat and kept both hands on the wheel.

But the world stopped when you mountains of military men and women boarding up the street. You stopped the car and placed it in parking. "Um, e-excuse me?" You cleared your throat, "W-What happened?" A man looked at you for a second, "You lived in Raccoon City?"

You shook your head, "No?"

Your mouth felt dried. "W-what happened?" The military man didn't answer you. "My boyfriend is a cop. He was..." Your voice stammered, "He was suppose to be here."

The military man sighed softly, "Sorry, ma'am, I can't say anything."

"His name is Leon Scott Kennedy," You said fast, "Is he okay?"

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #re2 leon #♡

[yuri-is-online]

Criminally Smooth (Floyd Leech x Yuu)

Floyd might have a concussion, but that doesn't mean he can't recognize true love when he sees it, and that halo the bisexual lighting of this cop car is giving you makes him think he might have a chance.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, based off a meme I saw and the song Bonnie and Clyde by Dutch Melrose. Vaguely modern au, hints of a mafia au? Yuu and Floyd are implied to be adults and full of bad decisions. More fic can be found on my masterlist.

“Hey baby, what's your name?” Floyd's teeth are sharp and his smile is weirdly wide, like he's trying to display his mouth for you. “You come here often? I swear I've seen ya somewhere before…” You take a deep breath trying to ground yourself, the metal of the handcuffs should be painful enough to do the trick but the ridiculousness of Floyd asking that question when you're both going to jail is overriding the discomfort.

“We've met before, yeah.” You grumble trying to shift to get a bit more comfortable as Floyd's eyes get wide as saucers in a way that would be cute if that meeting hadn't been him shaking you down for “interfering” with Azul’s business model.

“Really?” He sounds so happy, and tries to move his hands to do who knows what but gets stopped by the cuffs, which wipes away the facade of kindness as he glares down at them. “Well I must have introduced myself-”

“You did yeah.” You try to cut off whatever it is he has to say and try not to die of embarrassment when it doesn't stop him from babbling.

“I've got your number then right?” Floyd begins wiggling to reach for his back pocket and glares when Officer Clover tells him to knock it off. “You're just so fucking pretty please tell me that wasn't just a dream and I got your number.” Are you even talking to the same person?

“I don't think so?” He whines, whines! When you say that and looks up at you like a kicked puppy. “We uh. We weren't. Didn't get much of a chance to talk.” You shouldn't be flustered by this. Shouldn't be thinking that it's sort of cute how he presses up against the bars separating you in the back of the cruiser to try and get as close to you as possible.

“Aww well let me do it again please?” You nod and try not to fluster when he brings back the dreamy smile places his cuffed hands against the bars. “I'm Floyd, sorry I totaled your car, baby.” It wasn't your car but you know better to say that in something rigged for audio. “You free this Saturday? I wanna make it up to you and I know a real great place-”

“I don't think either of you are going to be free this weekend,” Officer Clover isn't even hiding how much he's enjoying this you really wish you could get away with punching him “sorry Floyd.”

“Ignore Sea Turtle, oh hey I don't know your name do I?” Surprisingly Floyd isn't annoyed at all, he's still keeping his mouth wide and gets even more excited when you begin to subconsciously mimic him. “C'mon what's your name pretty?”

“It's Yuu but you kept calling me-”

“LITTLE SHRIMPY!!!” He shouts so loud Officer Clover slams on the brakes out of shock, Floyd laughs as he tumbles around and you try to brace against the wall. “Dawww ya should have just led with that baby, I wouldn't have rammed ya. Not with a car anyway.” The police cruiser lurches again as you feel the tires hit something, slamming Floyd against the door and tumbling you towards the floor. He bites down on the metal of his cuffs making sure to keep eye contact with you as he chews through the metal, winking like he's putting on some sort of show and not at all surprised or afraid that your ride is spiraling out of control. “Remember, Saturday ok? And don't worry about dressing nice I'll take care of it ♡” His door flies open as Officer Clover scrambles for his radio and Floyd jumps out of the tank into an awaiting vehicle laughing the entire time, yelling a few choice expletives at the police commissioner as he goes. You curl yourself into a tiny ball and chew on the inside of your cheek as you try to process what just happened over the angry squaking you hear on the radio.

There's no way a judge is letting you make bail after this.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech x yuu #i wrote this fast idk #mafia au #i have ideas

[wileys-russo]

mrs Williamson ficlet

mrs williamson

"done for the week then love?" you smiled at the receptionist linda who addressed you. "yeah thank god. couldn't come sooner if i'm honest! i love them dearly but four days of rain and cooped up energy...i was losing my mind just as much as they were." you chuckled, waving her goodbye and wishing her a good weekend.

tomorrow a public holiday meant a three day weekend for you and you couldn't be happier about it, you and leah already having made plans to make the most of it. first and foremost was date night tonight, you'd left everything to your wife to organise at her hasty insistence so you were excited for whatever she had planned.

the two of you could just eat cereal together in your sweats and you'd still be a happy woman, so long as your favourite blonde was by your side it didn't matter how your time was filled.

you frowned a little in surprise as you switched your phone on and notification after notification began to pour in, and eyes glancing over the countless messages of congratulations your confusion only deepened.

you were expecting, only two and a half months along so it was early days. you hadn't told a single soul you were trying, you and your wife agreeing to keep it between the two of you just in case it didn't work out, and therefore less people to need to break the bad news to.

leah had been nothing but the most supportive life partner you could ever hope for. despite her insanely busy schedule she made sure she was there for every scan, every doctors appointment, every treatment, until finally things clicked and you'd gotten confirmation that it had worked.

once again you'd agreed not to tell people until at least twelve weeks, again hoping for the best and fearing the worst. so with your phone now blowing up with congratulations on the pregnancy you hadn't announced, your head was a jumbled mess.

driving home you declined call after call, from family members, leahs team mates, friends, every sort of person from every sort of social circle that existed within the support unit you and leah had wrapped yourself in.

"what the-" you slammed on the brakes as you tried to pull into your driveway, only to find it full of cars that were not yours or leahs. "god leah what have you done." you mumbled chewing on your bottom lip anxiously as you backed out and parked on the curb.

"leah!" you yelled out for your wife right as you opened the front door, but you didn't get more than two steps inside before you were absolutely swarmed by a small crowd of her arsenal team mates, who were of course your friends as well.

"why didn't you tell us!" "oh my god are you showing yet?" "can we feel for a kick?" "is it a boy or a girl?" "are you finding out? will there be a gender reveal?" "have you got a list of what you need yet?" "have you thought about names?" "i better be godmum!"

"leah!" you yelled loudly over the top of them, pushing through the throng of women who followed after you, still firing question after question in your direction.

"what are these painted on? or does pregnancy affect your hearing?" you felt hands tug at your ears and a familiar voice snicker in your ear as you rounded on her.

"alessia i am pissed off, pregnant, moody and full of hormones. do not fuck around with me right now!" you growled, grabbing the much taller girl by her hoodie and promptly slamming her into the wall.

"where is my wife?" you ordered, your sister immediately pointing upstairs bright blue eyes wide in shock as the rest of the girls fell silent at your outburst. with a huff you let go of alessia, dropping your bag to the floor and storming upstairs.

"leah!" you yelled again, turning into your bedroom and promptly running right into the woman you were after. "hi love. what's wrong? are you okay? is the baby okay?" leah worried, grabbing your shoulders and sitting you down on the edge of the bed, dropping swiftly to her knees and placing a hand on your stomach.

"firstly; why on earth is there a starting eleven in my living room?" you asked, narrowing your eyes and pushing off her hands. "team bonding night, my turn to host." leah quickly answered, recognizing you were clearly upset and not wanting to make things worse.

"and that had to be tonight?" "yes.." "and why would i have an issue with that leah? i'll give you a moment." "oh my god its date night. baby girl i am so sorry i completely forgot fuck! can you get sympathetic baby brain?"

you knew she was trying to make a joke but the stony look on your face sucked any and all humour right out of the room. "secondly; would you care to explain why my phone is blowing up with congratulations for the pregnancy we haven't announced?" you thrust your screen in her face as she grabbed the phone, scrolling through with a confused frown.

"um...i might have told lia. but she's the only one and that was only a couple of hours ago!" leah winced apologetically as you inhaled sharply and stood to your feet. without another word you grabbed the taller girl by her ear, dragging her out of the bedroom and downstairs ignoring her childish whines.

"walti!" you yelled, the swiss looking up in fear at the tone of your voice, the room of footballers again falling silent as you appeared. you let go of leah who grimaced, standing in front of the group with crossed arms.

"you only told her?" you questioned your wife once more, eyes warning her not to lie. "swear on my life, only lia." the blonde promised as your hardened glare turned to the girl in question. "lia?"

"...i might have told laura." "i told beth." "i told viv." "i told vic." "i told less."

"and i told many, many, many people." your sister admitted with a wince as you squeezed your eyes shut, the room so deadly silent you could hear a pin drop and you pinched the bridge of your nose.

"hey gorgeous i'm sure she didn't mean to-" leah fell silent at the withering look you sent her way. "alessia. what do you have to say for yourself?" you asked your younger sister who looked around for some sort of support, all of her friends avoiding her eyes as she opened and closed her mouth.

"um. i'm really excited to be an aunt?" "oh no, the baby doesn't have any blood related aunts." "what do you mean, of course it will?"

"no it won't because i'm going to fucking kill you!" you all but screamed launching yourself at her as leah sprung into action, you only getting one hand on your sister who quite literally hauled her body over the back of the sofa to get away.

"put me down leah i swear to god!" you yelled, thrashing and kicking as your wifes arms locked around your waist and she lifted your shorter form effortlessly off the ground.

with a word the older girl carried you off to the guest bedroom a few feet away, the girls wincing at the foul language which spewed from your mouth toward your sister who peeked over the top of the sofa in pure terror.

"get off me or i'll divorce you!" you growled, your wife quite literally pinning your body to the bed with a soft shake of her head. "i understand you want to murder less my love but i'm so sorry i just can't allow that, i at least need her for the match on sunday. and you need to calm down and then i will let you go and we will go and talk about this."

it took a further ten minutes before you finally stopped fighting her, promising you had calmed with a soft kiss as she let you up, taking your hand and leading you back out to the living room.

"alessia, come here please." you beckoned your sister to join you, in a much calmer tone as the blonde cautiously stepped a little closer. "i'm not going to hurt you, do you want to feel a kick?" you gestured, lifting up your shirt slightly as her eyes lit up.

within seconds she was bending down in front of you, hand reaching out to touch your stomach. though within a millisecond you'd jumped on top of her, wrapping an arm around her neck and grabbing a fistful of her hair.

"what the fuck you said feel a kick!" alessia grunted, trying to throw you off as chaos exploded in the once quiet living room, leah trying her best to drag you off as you clung on, choking your younger sister out as she swore and smacked at you.

"yeah big mouth me kicking the living shit out of you!"

#alessia russo x reader #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #engwnt #woso blurbs #alessia russo #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso

[daceydeath]

Screeching Tires and Blood Stains

Pairing: Mafia Jongho x Reader Word Count: 3k Genre: Mafia Romance Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Swearing, Violence, Blood, Dangerous Driving, Explicit Activities, Drinking

Coming face to face with the realities of Jongho's criminal life had not been how you expected your night out together to go.

"Where is Jongho?" you begged, gripping the seatbelt so tightly that your knuckles were beginning to turn white.

"He'll be fine" Yunho stressed his eyes firmly on the road "you will be too I'll get you back safely".

"I'm not scared for me Yunho" you whimpered, not being able to focus on anything outside of the car, the scenery passing too fast for you to focus on. Jongho had ordered Yunho to get you in another car and get you back to a safe house as fast as possible. You hadn't even had a second to ask what was happening or even kiss him goodbye. Now you weren't sure if you were ever going to see your fiance again. The last sound you had heard other than the screeching tires as Yunho floored the engine was the sound of a scream which made your blood run cold.

You had known the life he led was dangerous, you had cleaned blood from his clothes more times than you could count and changed dressings on wounds at least once a month, but this was the first time you had actually come face to face with the danger he surrounded himself with everyday. Yunho often acted as your bodyguard. He was a gentle giant when it came to you and his loyalty to Jongho was unwavering so naturally Jongho trusted him to protect what he deemed most precious to him, you.

"I know, Jongho is going to be fine, he's a tough fucker" Yunho smiled wryly finally slowing the car now that he deemed it safe. "It's always a bigger deal if you are with us when something happens".

You hummed in understanding but the fear was still firmly entrenched in your chest like a lump of ice freezing you from the inside. The scenery was still passing your window in a blur, Yunho's foot still firmly on the accelerator not taking any chance that someone would follow you back to Jongho's apartment. The tire screech that followed you into the undercover parking garage was almost deafening no doubt leaving rubber in a thick layer on the smooth concrete as he finally hit the brakes before lifting you from the car and running into the waiting elevator only placing you on your own two feet when it started it's climb to the penthouse floor. He led you into the hallway nodding silently to the two men who guarded the entrance to the actual apartment, the message you didn't know officially but you had an inkling just watching the two men tense and take a more aggressive stance.

"I'll get you something to drink" Yunho smiled tightly, sitting you on the sofa and moving towards the drinks cart to grab you your standard tipple of choice.

"You're making me drinks? How bad is tonight going to be?" You sighed bitterly, your heart in your throat, looking into Yunho's eyes hoping he could see that you were demanding the truth from him.

"It could be really bad" he frowned, sitting down opposite you, pulling his hand gun from its holster and laying it on the coffee table "Jongho didn't see this coming tonight, I don't know what will happen". His candor was unusual. Normally he would soften news for you to prevent you panicking.

"You should be out there with him Yunho" you urged chewing your lip nervously "I'll be fine here, there's guys out the front and Jongho taught me to shoot" you looked at him knowing that if you could get him to go back your man was more likely to come home to you.

"He ordered me to stay with you so I will" he reminded you kindly before moving to take your hand  in his. "If this goes to shit you will be looked after. I gave Jongho my word and he's given clear instructions".

"What the fuck does that mean?" You refuted angrily pulling your hand away from his as you heard loud yelling from the hallway outside. Whipping your head towards the sound with wide eyes, before a heartbeat later you found yourself pressed face first into the plush carpet Yunho pressed against your back, his long arm extended pointing his gun towards the sound. The front door burst open revealing Mingi and San, two of Jongho's enforcers, dragging a blood soaked Jongho into the apartment swearing loudly and still shouting at someone behind them.

"Fuck Yunho" San shouted as he spotted Yunho's gun trained on them “we don't need anyone else getting trigger happy tonight”.

"What happened?" Yunho grunted standing quickly, pulling you up with him, and moving to help haul Jongho's pained form onto the dining table making him breath heavily and grunt in protest.

“Were you followed Yunho? Did they see where you brought her?” Jongho growled looking at his friend.

“I got her away clean, man, you know I will keep her safe for you” Yunho replied solemnly.

"We were double crossed" Mingi spat through his clenched teeth, helping to get Jongho's shirt off of him while you stood motionless in shock beside the couch. "One of the soldiers was a plant".

"Was? I'm taking you fixed that problem?" Yunho smirked, helping to hold Jongho still while Mingi got his shirt and tie off the blood still flowing from his arm now running into the floor beneath the table staining the carpet bright vermillion. The front door once again opened as a man you know only as Doc rushed in followed by another man carrying a large medical crate.

"Is it a through and through?" Lee barked, opening one of Jongho's eyes wide to check his pupils, then felt for the pulse in his neck.

"Yeah doc, he's lost a lot of blood but he's still breathing" San replied swiftly, tying a tourniquet around Jongho's upper arm to stem the bleeding once more.

"Right get a needle in him and get some blood started" he ordered as the nameless man did as he was told.

"Will he be alright?" You finally managed to ask your voice faltering. Jongho hissed as the first needle entered the vein in his opposite arm and doc began probing the open wound in his upper arm.

"Of course" San reassured you "Doc will get him sorted out then if needed we will get him to a hospital but it's just a bullet wound" his smile was tight but he was trying his hardest to sound calm and in control. Jongho met your eyes for the first time since he had just about thrown you at Yunho screaming at him to get you out of there.

"San has got a few scratches on him. How about you help clean those up and get some clean clothes for me?" Jongho urged nodding at San and Mingi who nodded back in an unspoken agreement.

"Sure" you stuttered, walking towards the bedroom to get some clothes for at least Jongho and San. "I can do that".

San followed you, grabbing the clothes you offered him and heading into the bathroom to clean himself up, while you sat on the bed opening the first aid kit that you kept in the bedroom. San returned a few minutes later wearing sweatpants and no shirt, the small wound on his arm obvious but insignificant. 

"Sit San" you tried your hardest to not let the shake in your voice obvious, following your wishes he did, letting you tend to the small graze that he didn't even seem to have noticed before Jongho had sent him with you.

"You're doing great" he murmured, pulling on a T-shirt and placing his hand on top of your head. "I'll swap with Mingi and you can look after anything that's on him". San picked up the clothes for your boyfriend and left to fetch Mingi.

Being left alone you took the chance to quickly change your own clothes, dropping the brand new dress you had worn onto the pile of clothes San had left on the bathroom floor. You would have to make sure they were incinerated later but for now you would wait for Mingi to change to another set of sweats and shirt sitting beside you on the bed.

"Ready for me?" Mingi asked softly trying to not startle you as he stepped into the room.

"Go clean up and I'll clean up anything you have that needs tending" you nodded letting him step into the bathroom with the clothes you had given him. You couldn't stop thinking about the sight of Jongho lying covered in blood on the table, how murderous he had looked being dragged by his friends into the apartment and what Yunho had said. What would you do if it did go badly? you weren't sure you could live without Jongho and would you even be allowed to just continue with life with all the things you knew and had seen in your time with him.

"Your thinking too hard" Mingi sighed sitting beside you on the bed "he's going to be fine, it's not life threatening" he gave you a small smile as you stood looking him over. Mingi has three small cuts that didn't even need dressing and a dozen bruises coming up so you carefully put some ointment on him before allowing him to finish dressing himself.

"Can I come out and see him again?" You asked meekly, putting away the first aid supplies.

"Course, docs got him hooked up to blood and saline so he should be back to normal soon anyway" Mingi grinned, escorting you out to where they were. You could hear hushed whispers as you stepped out of your shared bedroom but with Mingi's hand on your shoulder you continued to where they were still treating Jongho only he was now sitting in one of the dining chairs whilst Yunho cleaned the blood from the table.

"My love" Jongho sighed, his voice hoarse but still definitely loud enough for you to hear properly.

"Jongho" you sobbed, taking the hand closest to you and squeezing it.

"Hey love, no tears I'm fine" he tried to chuckle.

"Fine? You were just dragged onto your apartment and put on the dining table with blood pouring out of you!" you scoffed emotionally trying to not let the tears in your eyes escape your waterline and trying your hardest to resist slapping his shoulder.

"Doc has patched me up" Jongho smiled cupping your face with his other hand not noticing the dried blood all over it until it was against your skin.

"You scared me half to death" you pouted watching his eyes crinkle in a soft smile and doc removed the cannula that was no longer needed from his arm.

“That's why you love me though'' he grinned cheekily knowing you wouldn't argue you were just happy that he was fine. “You boys go home, get some rest and we will reconvene tomorrow to sort out what needs to be done”. You watched them all nod and one by one leave with Yunho being the last to go, his hand squeezing Jongho’s shoulder firmly before he let himself out.

“I'm sorry your pretty dress is ruined my love” he apologized genuinely, taking both your hands in his and kissing each of your fingers. “I'll buy you ten more to replace it”.

“Let me get you into bed first” you chewed your lip tiredly “you need rest”. He stood up easily, letting you pull him carefully behind you to his bedroom, sitting him down on his side of the bed letting him get comfortable against the headboard before you went back out to turn off all the lights. You returned to him smiling crookedly at you, his hair tousled from running his hand through it. Slipping the sweatpants you had put on off you were left in just one of his oversized t-shirts and your underwear.

“Do you need help getting into bed handsome?” You tilted your head as you crossed the room to him, noticing his eyes roaming up and down your body.

“No but I have had a thought” he started his soft eyes meeting yours while he cupped your cheek with his hand “I want you to move in here with me, I want to come home to you, I want to know you’re always safe”.

“I thought you wanted me to keep one step away from this life?” you furrowed your brows slightly even though the corners of your lips turned upward.

“I did but now I want you with me always” he admitted pulling you in to kiss you passionately, even in his injured state he easily maneuvered you into his lap pressing you against him and holding you in place with his hand on the nape of your neck.

“We can’t you’re hurt” you whispered against his lips, feeling his hard chest against your own, your hands bunching up his shirt to expose his flesh to you.

“I’m not that injured my love” he murmured back lowering one of his hands to squeeze and tease your tits making you whimper and shuffle in his lap “please let me touch you” he continued pressing his hips up against your barely covered crotch, you dropped your forehead against his shoulder letting him do whatever he wanted in that moment letting small noises leave your lips with each movement of his hands. Kissing his neck softly you felt the vibrations from his quiet groan through his skin encouraging you to keep kissing him.

“You’re so amazing letting me touch you, letting me love you” he rasped, swallowing hard and moving his attention to your hips, gripping them tightly and pressing you against his hardening dick helping you grid against him the way he wanted. “You going to let me fuck you yeah?”.

“Yes Jongho” you whined, his fingers brushing against your covered clit only to pull away again to help you lift yourself enough for him to pull his now weeping cock from his pants so that there would be nothing but the flimsy material of your underwear between you. Continuing your grinding against him he let out a low groan from deep in his throat moving your underwear to the side to easily slip himself between your folds to cover his length with your essence before gradually entering your tight hole and allowing you to sink down at your own pace, splitting you open and stretching you until you were so full you didn’t think you could possibly take anymore of him. 

“Just a little bit more my love” he grunted, not moving his hips to let you control your own pace.

“So big Jongho” you moaned softly, not stopping your legs from sinking you down further on his cock. You heard him grunt as you finally pressed hips against his pelvis, the delicious mix of pleasure and almost pain making your head swim. Jongho’s head fell back against the bed frame with a soft thunk, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. You began to roll your hips again unhurriedly enjoying the feeling of him inside you, his hands on you, his voice surrounding you as you began to find your leisurely pace. Your hands on his chest you leant forward to press your lips against his neck nipping and carefully sucking small love bites on his skin marking him lightly as yours and only yours as his grip on you tightened no doubt leaving his own marks on you for you to find in the morning.

“Fuck I’m so in love with you” He moaned his breath coming out in soft pants and grunts as you continued to ride him. 

“I love you” you mewled the pleasure flowing through you making you move more desperately his whimpers making you need more as the image of him still covered in blood entered your mind making you feel everything so much more intensely bringing tears to your eyes your rocking hips moving faster as your got more emotional “I love you Jongho”. The first tear falling from your eyes onto his neck mingling with his sweat and making his skin even saltier against your tongue.

“I got you love, I’m here” he grunted loudly his hands now moving your hips as you began to lose your rhythm his hips coming up slightly to meet yours “Fuck my love I’m here, I’ll always he here he ground out as your walls started to flutter wildly around him.

“Fuck Jongho…Jongho” you cried coming hard around him, your walls milking his seed from him as he followed you with his own release. Slumping against him you continued kissing his neck lazily breathing in his scent as your eyes began to droop slightly. You both sat in silence, your bodies still connected as you came down from your highs only moving when Jongho helped you to lay beside him, your thighs burning too much for you to move by yourself gracefully.

“I know I scared you tonight my love” he started brushing his fingers against your back as you laid curled up against him “I’m sorry”.

“I know it’s your life Jongho, I’ve known for almost as long as we have been together. It’s a risk I knew existed but I never thought would happen in front of me. Is that naive?” You asked honestly.

“There will be retribution for what happened tonight so hopefully it won't happen in front of you again but I can’t promise it will never happen again” he answered truthfully “But I will protect you always and Yunho will take care of you if anything ever happens to me so you will always be safe”.

“I love you Jongho, I’ll get my stuff together to move in at the weekend” you grinned against his chest. Feeling him silently chuckle.

“I’ll let the guys know they will be moving your stuff for you then”.

A/N: Thank you for reading as always your support means the world to me as always I appreciate every like, reblog and comment my beautiful lovelies xx

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#choi jongho x reader #jongho x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez smut #choi jongho smut #jongho smut #mafia au #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #ateez scenarios #ateez mafia au

[jacenbren]

Tokyo Jujutsu Tech students and staff and whether or not they can drive:

Gojo

Drives a hideous minivan he got off Craigslist to spite his parents

Claims to be a “responsible driver” but is super jerky on the brakes and blows through stop signs

The students love riding with him because he always stops to get McDonalds. Nanami fucking HATES getting in the car with Gojo and avoids it at all costs

Talks incessantly to himself and to passengers while driving and constantly sings along to the radio

Yuuji

Currently learning to drive from Gojo (aka driving around while Gojo sits in the passenger seat with a milkshake and overshares about his past while occasionally yelling at Yuuji to speed up)

Inherited a tiny shitty old car from his grandpa and refuses to part with it

Drives either way too fast or really damn slow and there’s no in between

Can’t drive without the music on full blast because he’s used to Gojo talking his ear off

Megumi

Taught himself how to drive and refused to let Gojo teach him

Always goes exactly the speed limit and bitches about it whenever someone cuts him off (has attempted multiple times to summon Mahoraga on shitty drivers)

Absolutely VICIOUS when it comes to the aux cord and is a staunch supporter of the “the driver picks the music” rule

Gojo buys him a new car every year for his birthday but Megumi prefers his first car (a jeep. don’t ask why.)

Nobara

HORRIBLE road rage

Always going at least ten miles above the limit and has more speeding tickets than she does overcharged credit cards (Yuuji is holding on for dear life whenever he rides with her)

Convinced Gojo to buy her a luxury sports car and managed to dent it horrendously after two (2) weeks

Her car is always so full of shopping bags and makeup and other stuff that you can barely sit down

Yuuta

Also learned how to drive from Gojo and it shows

Doesn’t like driving because it triggers his anxiety and when he has to. oh boy.

Needs the car to be DEAD SILENT whenever he’s driving and sits hunched over in his seat with the look of a crazed chimpanzee in his eyes while he grips the steering wheel so hard he’s shaking

Doesn’t have a car and usually bums rides from Maki

Maki

A surprisingly decent driver but always goes way too fast and is notorious for tailgating people

Has at least two of the windows down at all times as long as it isn’t raining and always has her music on full blast

The only student who knows how to drive a stick shift. is weirdly proud of this fact.

Has a stereotypical straight-white-man-style lifted pickup truck that she refers to as “her baby”

Toge

Whips around corners at 20 miles over the speed limit and casually breaks every traffic law known to man but has never gotten a ticket thanks to his “expert persuasion techniques”

His car was one of Megumi’s cars before he stole it (Megumi doesn’t actually mind but he pretends to be annoyed on principle)

Drags Yuuta out every weekend to hotbox the car with him

Has like six of those little air fresheners that hang off the rear view mirror but they don’t exactly cover the weed smell

Panda

Somehow has a valid drivers license. no one knows how he got it.

Chews on the interior out of boredom when he’s stuck in traffic and the car constantly looks like a wild animal got loose in it

Has Yaga’s old car (a beat up old station wagon that doesn’t look great but hasn’t broken down in ten years)

Is the designated driver whenever the second and third years go out

Nanami

Owns the most beautiful classic car that he keeps spotlessly clean

An excellent driver who ALWAYS uses his blinkers and almost never loses his temper

Secretly salty that the students only to like ride with Gojo (it’s because Nanami never stops at McDonalds and always says something along the lines of “we have food at home”)

Curses out other drivers under his breath when he sees them driving recklessly

Shoko

Drives with one hand on the wheel and the other dangling out the window with a cigarette while blasting 90s dad rock

Bought a hearse years ago because she thought it would be funny

Would pick up Megumi and Tsumiki from school in the hearse if Gojo couldn’t make it

Megumi hates the hearse. Tsumiki loves it.

Yaga

Drives a tiny Kia soul and always has craft supplies all over the backseat because he forgot to bring them inside after his latest Joann’s shopping spree

Has a gigantic collection of mini plushies on the dashboard

Yells at people when they cut him off

Feels guilty about it whenever he has students in the car with him but can’t stop himself from yelling and ends up getting even more irritated and short-tempered because he feels guilty and the students riding with him are left in terrified silence as the vicious cycle continues

Hakari

Managed to single-handedly drive up Jujutstu Tech’s car insurance by thousands of dollars

#if y’all like this I might do the kyoto school too lol #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #yuuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #yuuta okkotsu #maki zenin #toge inumaki #panda jjk #kento nanami #shoko ieiri #yaga masamichi #hakari kinji #jjk headcanons #jacen writes

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

[...] You turned the box of matches over in your hands, the insides rattling lightly as you did. You stared at the tiny 'CAUTION' warning written in bold, red letters for a heartbeat too long, then slipped the box open. You felt scared, almost dizzy, but you also felt like you had earned the right to do this. As you grabbed a match, Moon lurched forward. He only moved maybe half a step forward before your glare stopped him. He twitched, the metal of his endoskeleton grating, at the abrupt brake. His hands shrieked against the slick tiled floor, then he stood up, canted awkwardly to one side, the same way he always was. It almost would have been an endearing trait, a cute habit, if it hadn't been for the plastic face attached to it. You stared one another down for several seconds. "... Don't." He hissed, like he was chastising a child who was trying to get into the knife drawer. Like you didn't know what you were doing. You ignored him, turning back to the match between your fingers. Your hands were cold, chapped, the nails brittle and chewed at the edges. You had never had a chance. How cruel was that? "You. Don't. Want. To do that." Moon hissed, quieter this time, voice pitched like he was talking you down from a high place. You met his eyes. He was smiling, as ever, but it looked like a grimace. "What makes you think you know anything about what I want?" You turned your attention to the matchstick, staring at it in mounting despair before turning it between your fingertips. You struck it against the box once, then twice, and it lit almost immediately- warm and brilliant and almost too bright to look at. You glanced back at Moon. He looked... scared. But it could only be the light, you thought bitterly. "After all, machines are incapable of feeling." You turned your hand over, and let the match fall. [...]

#what happens in the dark #what happens in the dark au #what happens au #fnaf au #fnaf fanfic #fnaf fic #fanfic snippet #idk if this one will really be in the final cut tho #fnaf moondrop #fnaf moon x reader #doodles #sketches #magma doodles #bones of a rabbit au #bones of a rabbit #angst #hurt no comfort #to want is to feel #would it surprise you guys if i said that moon and reader team up by the end of the fic #like probably in the same day this scene happens in

[blade-that-was-broken]

“Branch?”

John’s voice was soft and patient, almost a little hesitant like he was talking to a scared animal. Branch wasn’t sure if he should be offended or appreciate the quiet. He just stared ahead with a deepening frown, his oldest brother - wow, Bruce wasn’t his oldest brother - looking at him with all the calm in the world. He wasn’t bothered.

“You’re going to have to step of the brake if you want to go anywhere,” John continued, mildly amused.

He was sitting in the passenger seat of their grandma’s vehicle. There was no one else around. Branch was sixteen and was barely in the class to learn how to drive. His grandmother couldn’t drive very well, much less teach someone like Branch but then his oldest brother who he practically didn’t even know existed just showed up one day. Next thing Branch knew, said oldest brother offered to try start with him. To try and start teaching him a few of the basics. Their grandma jumped at the chance. Part of it was to give him a step up in learning how to drive. Part of it was probably because Branch didn’t have any friends or interact with anyone. So there Branch was, gripping the wheel with almost white knuckles and putting half his weight into the foot on the brake.

“I know.”

“Why are you so nervous?”

“I’m trying to control thousands of pounds of metal,” Branch muttered like it was obvious. Which it was. Cars were dangerous and he wasn’t looking forward to having to drive them. “I could hurt someone.”

He could see John’s soft smile in the corner of his eye. If nothing else, this was amusing to him but Branch didn’t seem to see it in a condescending way which was strange. “Buddy, we’re in an empty parking lot.”

“I know.”

“Do you want to go home?”

“No.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Branch paused, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “Do you think I can?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“You sound so sure.”

That was kind of incredible. Branch and John barely knew each other and he had been so quick to have this kind of faith in him. He believed it too. There was something about the way he spoke about most things, with a confidence and assurance lost on Branch, that made the younger simply believe him.

“It someone like me can learn how to drive a tank, then you - who is leagues smarter than me or anyone I know - can drive this dinky little car. I promise.”

#soldier on au #do you understand how much I love them??? #like screaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmm #they’re very special to me #in pretty much all my aud #but like guyyyyyssssss #Augh I don’t have words #I just don’t #okay I’m done now #gotta go back to work lol

[kthsbelle]

SECOND CHANCES

pairings : tattooed eren jaeger x fem!reader

sypnosis : written from eren’s pov . a couple trying to find themselves and meaning in their relationship after eren cheated .

a/n : this is a small / short gift to y’all because my first fic reached 10k !!! this is huge for me. i write because I love it and wanted to share an idea . the attention was something special to me . this is an excerpt from a fun roleplay i had . i thought it told am interested story . enjoy !

the day dissolved into dusk, a canopy of brooding clouds hovered over eren's head, foretelling a sense of impending doom.

        ominous. foreboding.

        as the sun set over the bustling city , the brunette sat at the small kitchen table in his apartment, gazing blankly at his plate of untouched food. the fluorescent light overhead cast a harsh glow on the scene, highlighting the cracks in the yellowing linoleum and the smudges on the walls . the traffic outside was steady hum , punctuated by the occasional honk or screech of brakes that indicated a slightly heavy afternoon jam . the lighting in the small kitchen was dim, casting long shadows across the room . the only source of light were a few overhead bulbs that hung from the ceiling , one of them flickering slightly as if on the verge of burning out . it was almost ironic ; the lighting seemed to be synchronized with the weight of the atmosphere as eren sat , left to face his own demise ; the threatening and inauspicious fact that he was guilty of his own misfortune .



        across from him sat yourself , his girlfriend- well, seemingly ‘ex’- girlfriend , just as absent-minded , who seemed to have taken profound interest in the food on your plate , having looked at anything but him this whole dinner . he understood , though - he wasn’t able to look at his reflection in the mirror either . the man shifted in his seat , fork now moving to pick at the fluffy scoop of mashed potatoes in his plate . eren's obsidian gaze fell on you for another moment , the slight rouge on your cheek being visible as well as the delicate lines of the side of your face . for a woman of small stature , you always made a prodigious impact . a delicate snub of nose , sun-lit strands and eyes that pulled on something deep in his chest .


        he swept his gaze about the room . his place seemed nothing but the empty of shell that nursed memories of what once was . the walls painted a cool shade of gray licked by the orangeade shade of the sun streaming through , the hardwood floors and the clean lines of the furniture that gave this space an uncluttered feel which eren always sought when it came to the comfort of his apartment. the polaroid photos on the shelf under the television caught his eyes ; both of you sunkissed , glowing at his favorite band’s concert . his piercing eyes shifted towards the kitchen , the red vintage coffee maker you had bought at a thrift store during one of your weekend adventures sat at the top of a shelf collecting dust . the spice rack that you had helped him organize so meticulously still sat untouched , and the refrigerator door was nothing more than a pit of bittersweet, scattered memories , adorned with postcards, unchecked bucket list items that served as a reminder of your memories together.

        he exhaled a lungful of sorrow as his fork finally pierced through a branch of asparagus which he hesitantly brought to his mouth . the man who usually enjoyed his greens found himself hardly able to pull his lips apart to welcome the vegetable . he chewed carefully and swallowed , the piece of food sitting at the pit of his stomach like a pile of rocks . eren cleared his wry throat gently before attempting to chase the dryness with a sip of the , now, watered down coke . he placed the glass back down , the signet ring around his little finger shooting gold through the glass' stem . the tattoo on his finger was exposed for a brief second . ‘333’ written in italic wrapped around his pinky as the time at which he first confessed his feelings to you . he had mapped many others . the black , and occasionally , red ink traced an endless pattern on his skin that kept a record of his most prized moments with you . if you had done something special , it would end up immortalized on his skin - somewhere , within the drawings on his chest or sleeves . with his gaping collar , sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his forearms and windblown dark hair , he seemed quite more at ease than he truly was .


his aquamarine eyes lifted towards you again , this time , a bit more urgently . his calm expression betrayed his inner turmoil . strong currents rose in his irises . he seemed to be deep in thought , stare lost in something he couldn't explain . was all of this truly lost ?

        oh , he was so wrong .
        

the memories of his cheating were nothing he could recall with a calm mind . they made his stomach churn with the acidic burn of guilt and disappointment . he couldn't help but feel that a deep part of him craved to have his actions be justified - he wanted to feel something . and though he didn't search for it ; it - she came to him and he simply let it happen . he couldn’t deny , he wanted the sense of intimacy that only physical contact and desire with another human could provide . quite selfish , he knew . but he truly thought there was nothing left for him in his relationship that had been slowly nibbled away by their own issues .

  " you’re always alone…ever want company ?" he remembered the red head's words as he picked up his skateboard , roguish green eyes piercing through his soul . it was such a formulaic thing to say that it almost broke a lopsided smile out of him . " what if i was ?" the words tipped over his lips faster than he could think and before he knew it , he was tangled under a pair of limbs.

        he spared her the details when recounting the ordeals of his affair . it was an especially hard conversation to have . it had to be paced . between the pauses to breathe and the glossiness that coated her eyes every few seconds , he was forced to watch the damage he'd caused . but were they forced to relive this over and over ?

        still now , as they sat to eat their dinner , the air in the room was thick with tension and unspoken words . he wanted to say something, anything to break the silence, to ease the tension.

        he fidgeted with his fork , drumming it against the table as he tried to find something to say , but the words wouldn't come . he wanted this crushing reality disappear , for the fog to dissipate - maybe there was still a chance that none of this was lost , that a remaining spark could be ignited for the depths of your eyes . you were , and still remained , as mesmerizing as a raging ocean, with depths and currents that no one could fully comprehend . but he did .

      eren cleared his throat , embarrassment seared him from inside out .

      a sheen of sweat broke out on his curved brow .

     his tongue was a sailor's knot but he finally mustered the courage to speak.

     a hard swallow , an intense searching gaze ,

        " babe..."

        the husky whisper of a confession ,

        '' i know i messed up . but i just-this is the truest thing i've known . can we talk again ?"

#belle’s writings 🎧! ♡ ✶ . ࣪ ׅ #eren jaeger #aot imagine #eren jeager x reader #eren x reader #aot x y/n #aot drabbles #eren aot

[saltyinternetflower]

Zoro x Luffy drabble Part 1 (Part 2 out!)

"Zoro, look!" Luffy points at the streaks of light radiating in the night sky. The meteor shower has started!

"I see it, " Zoro says softly, not taking his eyes off his captain.

"What would you wish for, Luffy?" He asks after a few moments of quiet bliss.

"To be the king of pirates!" Luffy smiles dreamily.

"That I already know. What else?" Zoro carefully watches Luffy, who opens his mouth as if to say something, and then closes it and gulps nervously.

He sits up clumsily and leans against the railing, looking up at the sky with faraway eyes.

Zoro raises himself up and settles next to Luffy. He listens to his heavy breathing for a few moments before braking the silence.

"You can tell me anything," He points out.

"Anything?" Luffy looks at him with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Zoro nods and places his hand his knee—silently urging his captain to trust him.

"I... I had a dream," Luffy sighs.

"Was it a bad dream?" Zoro frowns. Maybe Luffy wasn't holding up as good as he seemed to be!

"It wasn't... Unpleasant. Just strange, I guess," Luffy says, chewing on his bottom lip.

"Oh. What was it about?" Zoro's frown deepens.

"Someone else was in my dream. I couldn't see their faces, but they were all over me..." Luffy drops his gaze.

"Like a fight?" Zoro asks, confused.

"No, not like a fight. We were doing things... Like what Ussop and Miss Kaya did... Petting each other with their lips," Luffy's throat bobs.

"You mean, KISSING?" Zoro asks, breathless.

"Yeah, that! We kissed, and I liked it. When I woke up, I couldn't stop thinking about it... For days!" Luffy lets out a shaky breath.

"I wish to feel it again. This time for real," He says in a low voice, refusing to meet Zoro's eyes.

Zoro feels warm all over, like a cozy fire was lit at the pit of his stomach. His captain probably had his first sexual experience, and he felt safe enough to share it with Zoro! He finds it incredibly hot and sweet at the same time!

He tilts his chin up and lightly cups his jaw, looking deep into Luffy's eyes.

"When we dock in the next harbor, I'll find you a lovely girl who will make all your wishes come true," Zoro smiles.

Instead of cheering up, Luffy's face falls.

He staggers to his feet and starts walking away! But Zoro has a swordsman's reflex, so it takes him only a moment to jump to his feet and stop Luffy on his track.

Zoro's heart sinks when he realizes that Luffy is sobbing silently.

"Luffy, what's wrong?" Zoro pleads, taking him into his arms. Luffy closes his eyes and violently shakes his head, his cheeks wet with tears.

"I...I lied!" He sniffles.

"You don't have to say anything if it hurts you so much!" Zoro tries to wipe his tears, but Luffy flinches away from his touch!

"No, you must know. Nobody else has to, but I must tell you," He says pitifully.

"It wasn't just anyone in my dream," Luffy's voice cracks. "It was you!"

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Should I continue? 🥰

#opla zolu #one piece zolu #zolu #opla netflix #opla luffy #opla zoro #op live action #op zoro #op luffy #monkey d. luffy #zoro x luffy #one piece luffy #straw hat luffy #luffy #one piece zoro #one piece #inaki luffy #inaki godoy #mackenyu #roronoa zoro #ronoroa zoro

[electronicnutcycle]

My Miles Morales heacanons

Description: My headcanons about Miles Morales

warnings: Nothing except fluff and my headcanons that aren’t canon or real

.No matter how tough he acts , he’ll ALWAYS gets really exited when he sees a baby animal (kittens , puppies, piglets, etc)

.Massive foodie and can’t get enough of his mamas cooking because apparently “Rios cooking is so much better than when he cooks”(it is) and he’s also the type of person to devour 2x his body and still not gain a lot of weight which is very common across the spidey universe

.Super clumsy and sometimes trips over air , which is ironic when you’re Spider-Man

.Is definitely more of a cat person and literally BEGGED his parents to get him one but can’t get one while he’s still living with his parents cause Rio and his dad Jefferson are allergic to cats

.After the events of the first movie , Miles joined a ballet class and for a YEAR tried to learn ballet too try and impress Gwen whenever or if she would come , but is SUPER clumsy and just keep tripping over his toes and the only people who know about this are his parents

.Miles is a really deep sleeper , like a straight up war could be waging outside his window and he wouldn’t even know . Which is unfortunate since that make him late too a lot of stuff like school

.His favourite candies are those old lady ones , like any hard candies , those caramel lollies and those strawberry and lemon lollies that every grandma mysteriously has and are wrapped to look like a strawberry and lemon

.Can’t dance too save his life but is surprisingly really good at brake dancing

.Once on April fools Miles and the spidey gang somehow hacked into the systems with the help of spider-byte and changed the language too a very hard too translate language on all of Miguel’s fancy tech and that meant lyla too , but she didn’t mind cause she found it funny and had a field trip watching Miguel finding out about the prank and trying to translate and change everything back to normal

.Likes to eat lemons like their oranges cause not only are they tasty to him but he likes to see the looks he gets from it

.Gets really angry when people chew with their mouths open because he find the noise really annoying and cause he was brought up right to think it is disrespectful

.Is the type of person to learn something in 2 weeks cause one of his friends said that he couldn’t learn something in a certain amount of time , which is why he has weird hobbies like brake dancing and baking

#miles morales #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman #fluff #fluff headcanons #headcanon #the skrunkly #i love him

[moonshynecybin]

sorry that strategy question is sooo funny to me how much you wanna bet vale's speaking to his base like "yes marquez has the best strategy of course. which you all know. from that time in sepang wink wink nudge nudge. nailed it" vale u r so transparent love u king

video playlist here be warned they are largely boring. funny to see these absolute egomaniacs attempt to muster meager compliments 4 their competitors though. like max biaggi gets asked who the best rider is in close fights is and does not answer valentino. which is funny. then WHO buddy. then who. likethey are all. sucking on lemons wracking their brains chewing their cheeks the whole time it kind of rules.

but ummmm the way. for the question about who has the best starts. everyone else (including marc) is answering like the people's princess dani pedrosa or dovi or some other person from their specific ass era of the sport and literallyyyyy ONLY vale is like. MARQUEZ ! which is. thats so. what im saying is. hm. hmmmmm. could be nothing whatever who cares i DONT ! and then he does it again for the best strategist question. which is. alright. sure. slightless less cwazy because most other people are answering marc or vale himself but. my dude you CAN answer yourself. many other people are!! alex rins' ass is !! maybe you are right zoe, and he is like. well being a snake has clearly worked out for him :) but they dont show us vale's OTHER answers to the other questions on these vids so maybe his ass ALSO had to keep saying marc for best braking or best in battles or whatever and he got annoyed lmao. both ENTIRELY possible 2 me. and thennnnnn you get the everybody just love one another question ("most gentlemanly rider") and rosquez are both like i would sell every single one of my coworkers to satan for one goddamn cornchip and if they tell you they wouldnt do the same they are LYING (hand in. beautiful unloveable hand.) and you hard cut to jorge lorenzo. who answers. my beautiful wife dani pedrosa.

#to be fair a lot of other riders (ESP the ones with that dawg in them) also answer um. no one. for the gentlemanly question #motogp #callie speaks #asks

[justabigoldnerd]

Thank you so much @cha-melodius for the tag!!!

I feel like I'll be able to get back to "I Am Your Lover (I Am Your Jailor)" soon!!!

But for now, here's a bit from "The X-Men From U.N.C.L.E." (again, may or may not remain or become the ship of theseus of scenes lmao)

Solo had never seen a battlefield, but the scene smelled like what he imagined a war zone would. He could almost feel the grit of char in his teeth and clogging his throat. “Mein Gott,” Gaby breathed, bringing up her hand to chew the skin of her nails. The destruction wasn't an unfamiliar sight to her, Solo knew that. Her pain and disbelief lay old and buried. Even so, he pried the other hand from where it gripped the fabric of her coveralls and held it in his. Her voice shook slightly when she whispered, “I'm gonna–”

“Yeah,” Solo nodded in agreement, and Gaby let go of his hand to hurriedly turn off her radio. Then, almost meekly, she took it again and stared down at her lap. The car in front of them slammed on its brakes and the doors were open before it came to a full stop. Solo set his jaw and glanced at the Russian agent to his left. He was watching the chaos with a detached look in his eyes, and made no move to exit the vehicle. ‘I'm going to get out of the car. Will you be alright on your own?’ Gaby startled at the voice in her head, then scoffed. ‘I have managed so far.’ Solo gave her hand a squeeze, then shifted towards Illya, “Could you open your door, please?” “We were ordered to stay,” Illya glared at him stubbornly. “Are you gonna make me crawl over you? Because one way or another I am exiting through that door.” “Fine,” he snarled, and for a brief moment, Solo worried the handle of the door would rip off from the force with which the man pulled it. Illya shouldered it open and ducked out, letting Solo climb out after him. “Thank you kindly,” Solo winked at him, buttoning back his blazer. He didn't dwell on the slight sweetness added to the citric bite of Illya's flustered state.

No pressure tagging @pippinoftheshire @huggiebird @too-young-to-fall-in-love @times-up-alone-tonight @heytheredeann

@yallwildinrn @nicijones @the-golden-comet @thattripleabattery and anyone else who wants to join!!

#tmfu #the man from uncle #tmfu movie #illya kuryakin #napoleon solo #napollya #gaby teller #xmen #xmen first class #charles xavier #erik lensherr #cherik #crossover #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #wip wednesday #tag game

[misseffect]

7 snippets, 7 mutuals

Thanks for the tag @otemporanerys!

Tagging a lot of people who have already been tagged: @diaphanouso @helila @dispatchwithlove @kalliesa @angry-jager @dwarrowdams @serendipitys-teapot

All of these are from my Mass Effect F1 AU: Flashpoints

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Singapore Shower

One moment Garrus is holding her by the arms, water rolling over his shoulders – there's a knotted look on his face; his mouth is moving but no sound is coming out, which is weird – and the next she's lying on her back on the shower room floor.

"Shepard? Hey – c'mon."

Garrus is kneeling beside her, pinching her arm gently, holding her legs in the air with his shoulder. She feels heavy, like her bones are full of syrup, and the thumping behind her eyes is keeping time with the fuzz crowding her vision.

"Shit."

"It's alright." He sounds further away than he should, and so does the water still beating down on his back. "You passed out for a second, that's all."

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Shepard Does An AMA

probinguranus6969 - Would you rather fight 20 duck-sized Jokers or 1 Joker-sized duck?

janeshepard54 - I know your reddit handle joker

probinguranus6969 - damn it

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FaceTime Antics

She fishes another biscuit out of the packet while Garrus props his phone up on the side and heaves his suitcase onto the bed. It’s a nice enough room from what little she can see: old-fashioned, like the rest of the place, but in a plush, cared-for sort of way.

“Oh, by the way–” Crunch. “–you don’t happen to know how the dark web works, do you?”

He unzips the case and flips the lid. “Not really. Why?”

“I got called up for drug testing at Paul Ricard and my sample went missing,” she says, chewing glumly. “Joker’s winding me up about it; thinks someone’s selling vials of my piss on the black market.”

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Normal Thoughts To Have About Your Bestie's Car

The second he starts to ask the car for more, everything changes. 

It feels familiar – in fundamentals, sure, in throttle and steering output – but there’s something else, too. It’s more pliable than the Hierarchy car, more predictable than anything Omega or Archangel could give him; it's unlike anything he’s even driven, but somehow he knows it. Like catching a familiar smell in a place you've never visited.

And then it hits him.

It's not the car. It's her.

He knows Shepard's driving style almost as well as his own – reactive and twitchy, nose-heavy, late-braking, all faith and guts – and this thing lives and breathes it. It takes everything he's got to give, the good and the bad, and amplifies it tenfold. It grins and says c’mon, I dare you.

It’s not just a car designed with her in mind. It’s like wearing her clothes.

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Not To Be Dramatic But I Would Die For Mr Blobby

Shepard rounds the corner into the kitchen to find Mr Blobby loitering by the back door like a pair of cow-coloured slippers.

“He’s in a time-out," Hannah calls through the open window, paintbrush in hand.

“Aww, Blob.”

Mr Blobby makes a mournful rrrr sound. There’s a dab of brown paint on the end of his tail.

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Shepard Has PTSD Probably

It's not a nightmare really. Sure, it wakes her up every few hours, sweaty and unrested, and when she closes her eyes again, it drops her right back where she left off, but it's not scary. She's not being hunted or chased. She's not standing at the front of class with no clothes on. Nobody's dying.

Shepard's driving a road car on suburban streets - shifting, nebulous streets; faintly European but also faintly not - and somewhere in the distance, there's a fire.

There's a fire and she has to reach it.

She can see a column of black smoke in the distance, catch the odd lick of orange between buildings, but every turn she takes feels wrong and by the time she doubles back, the smoke isn't where she thought it was. It's in her rearview mirror, or out to her left when it was on her right. Sometimes a fire engine blasts past her in the opposite direction, the wailing siren fading before she can follow.

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Everybody Hates Conrad

Mathematically Shepard could win the Championship as early as Japan, five races before the end of the season, and it shows. Media seems to come naturally to her in a way it never has to him, but still; he’s never seen her so relaxed this early in the year. Al’Jilani can’t draw her in with pointed questions about Anderson giving her an easy ride and she doesn’t even bother taking a bite out of Conrad Verner.

“Any comment on rekindling your relationship with Thane Krios?” he asks, his big square face expectant.

Shepard scratches under her chin. “Why am I always the last person to find out who I’m dating?”

There’s a ripple of laughter. Emily is checking her watch and people are starting to shuffle their belongings around.

“Are you going to answer the question?” Conrad calls, but by then there’s enough ambient noise for everyone to plausibly ignore him.

#my fic #flashpoints #realised the other week that Singapore Shower can't happen in Singapore bcs it's too late in the race calendar :') #so i'll have to give somewhere else a heatwave instead #mr blobby is my favourite npc

[2braincellslz]

My Prize

Ship: Corinthian x male!reader

Warnings: Corinthian shit, nothing really.

Desc: yn works at a Burlesque show as a bartender but he envies the girls on the stage. He really wants to be able to do what they do. While hes working, a mysterious blond man makes himself known and makes it clear that he isnt here for the girls.

Notes: I'm so deeply in love with the Corinthian. I'm begging yall, send in The Corinthian requests-

You were working your ass off, filling up order after order. Billy, your co-bartender, had left you for some girl. Probably one of the waiters that also wasnt doing her job. His ass was getting payed for flirting while you were going non-stop.

Any second you would get a brake, you would watched the dancers. Swinging their hips and jumping around like they owned the place. Technically, they did. Everyone came to see them.

You envied their style and glamour. You envied their flirtatious nature. You envied the eyes they got from all the attractive men, then men you could only glance at in passing.

On a lucky day. The owner, Chrissy, would ask you to play in the band if one of the guys was out sick, then you would get a lick of what the girls had.

It wasnt like the girls treated you bad. You were THE bartender they would go to if they had a problem and couldn't find Chrissy or Shawn. Whether it was a costume malfunction or a guy that was getting a little too close or a fight that broke out in the back. They invited you to activities too. Last week, they all took a poll dancing class and invited you. Whenever they would got out for pizza or sushi after work, they would invite you. Sometimes, they would try and hook you up with one of the big rollers that would come in. Saying "you deserve someone that will treat you like a prince." Never worked out but you appreciated their efforts.

"Excuse me." You herd a voice speak over the loud music and chatter of the people.

You turned around and there standing infront of you was another example of something you could look at but never thouch. Kinda ironic for the place you worked at.

The man was tall, blond hair, warm brown stylish clothes, a smile that could talk him in to everything, dark sunglasses. How could he see anything right now?

"What do you recommend?" The man leaned forward, forearms resting on the counter.

"Shots of patrons are always very popular. So are Martinis."

"I'll have a martini then."

You hummed in approve as you pulled out a martini glass and started making the mystery man a drink.

"So, what is a pretty boy like you doing working in the back and not up there?" He asked, pointing to the stage.

You had herd that one before.

"Listen, if you are trying to get cheap drinks, you cant talk your way in to it." You smiled, not even looking up from the drink. You couldn't say his comment didnt nothing for you though. A blush creeped up on your face along with a bit of hope that was quickly shoved down.

"Who said I was trying to get cheap drinks, darlin'"

You couldn't help but cough out a suprised laugh, chewing on your lip.

"Right, because any guy like you would be hitting on a guy that works behind a bar with more eyeliner on then most of the girls because you want something other then free drinks." You smiled to hopefully lessen the tension of your mini rant.

"I'm guessing you get a lot of guys flirting for free drinks?"

"More then you would expect." You slid him his drink.

"And how do you know they are only here for drinks and not to talk with a cute boy?" He hummed, sipping his drink.

"Because they leave after they get their drink."

You and the mystery man stared at eachother. You were waiting for his to prove you right. You were waiting for him to leave the stool chair and go back to whatever date he brought here. Yet, he didnt. Maybe he wanted to prove you wrong.

"I havent left yet."

"So you haven't. Would you like a reward?"

The man laughed and you cursed yourself for letting butterfly's fill your chest.

"Reward would be nice. What do you have to offer? A free drink?"

Now it was your turn to laugh. "Not a chance. But if you stick around long enough, I'll give you a prize. And no, it's not a free drink."

"Alright, that type of prize then?" He finished off the drink.

"Depends."

Then came the next wave of orders. As you worked, filling up the different trays, you half expected the handsome man to leave. It was boring here. More boring then watching the show. But to your suprise, when you were done, he was still there.

You shighed and went back to the man.

"You look great in that outfit. It complements your eyes."

"Oh, thank you." You chuckled, whipping down one of the glasses and placing it with the others. "Not as good as them."

The man swiveled in the chair, turning to look at the dancers. "Are you interested in one of them?"

"No, I dont exactly swing that way."

"You want to be up there, then."

You didnt say anything but you could tell he knew. It was obvious by the way you stared in awe at the girls. Someone who didnt know would probably think you wanted a piece of one of them.

"Have you ever thought of auditioning?"

"I wouldn't be able to do what they do. I would just be a backup dancer for the true stars."

He hummed, turning back to you. "Well, I think, the best view in the place is you."

You looked back at the guy, laughing off his comment. "We may not have any windows but we do have the best view in Hollywood."

"I never got your name, pretty boy."

"Y/n"

"Corinthian."

Corinthian. That sounded oddly familiar but you couldn't place your finger on it.

"Its nice to put a name to a pretty face." You smiled, leaning on the counter.

"Oh, I could say the same for you." His confidence never wavered. Its was very hot. It brought a stronger blush to your face.

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The club was emptying out. The last patrons were emptying out. And the blond man was still keeping you company.

"I stayed the whole time." He said, getting up and grabbing his jacket that he shead some time during yalls conversation. "Wheres my prize?"

"I was just joking about that." You chuckled. "But what do you want."

"Leaning over the counter and close your eyes."

You did as he said. You knew what was coming. It was kinda obvious. And you were right.

A quick kiss was pressed to your lips. It was too short. After all this time you spent with the charmer one small kiss was not enough to feed your need for him.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He hummed and he left.

You shighed and glanced over, seeing all the dancers staring in awe.

"YN! " one of the girls practically screamed, running over and hugging you over the counter.

"And I thought you were a lost cause." Another girl smiled.

"I owe Chrissy 30 bucks."

"It was a quick kiss!" You defended yourself but god, did you hope the blond man had more in store for you.

#the corinthian x male reader #the corinthian x male yn #the corinthian x reader #gays on the fyp #the corinthian x you #the corinthian #the Corinthian x masc reader #the Corinthian x male!reader #the Corinthian x male!yn #the Corinthian x masc!reader #the Corinthian x bartender!reader #burlesque #Burlesque fic #the sandman hc #the sandman #the sandman fic #the Corinthian fic #fluffy #fluff

[archetypal-archivist]

Okay, so I’m gonna get a little meta here. ARGs take a lot of time to set up properly, and a complicated one like Quackity studios dropped this evening? That probably took days to draft up, at least. Quackity has had the idea of QSMP in his head for years and he’s not been on the server all that much because I bet he’s doing a lot of behind the scenes work to keep this digital DND game running.

However, it has been shown multiple times that he can and has been blind-sided by his players: see, the eggs. And the nutso level of attachment everyone has to them.

As such, I’m a little worried that Cellbit solving the bulk of the ARG up to question 4:00 in one night be another oversight. Exactly how long was this ARG supposed to last for? Will solving this accelerate the plot faster than would make for a good storyline and will Quackity have to scramble to find a way to pump the brakes? Cellbit is like, *the* puzzle master of the Brazilian streamers that Quackity could have reasonably picked from, but it seems like the invites to the QSMP only went out within a few weeks of the Brazilians actually joining the server. They weren’t even told who would be on it, based on the fact that Cellbit was shocked to see himself on the same server as Badboyhalo again.

As such, was Quackity intending for this to be solved fast, knowing that Cellbit loves puzzles? Or did he intend for it to be solved slow and he underestimated Cellbit?

Basically what my concerns boil down to is will Quackity be able to swing this to make the plot better? If he planned for a quick solve, great! If he didn’t but can improv with the best DMs, great! But I really, really hope that he and his crew can pull this off right and not have to scramble to generate filler.

And I, for one, would not be surprised if this ARG was intended to be some of said filler and that the next bit isn’t actually ready yet. Hence the filler. I don’t want a rush to the next plot point if it isn’t ready, nor do I want Quackity to chew through all his filler in an attempt to stall. 

So far Quackity and crew has managed to roll with the punches, so I have faith in them, but I’m allowed to worry a little, I think.

(Regardless, all this ARG stuff? And the time, effort, and attention put into everything so far? This is SO COOL.)

#qsmp #mc